#based off art

[sweetelowen]

gentle!könig, f!reader, overstim!, smut w no pen!, based off this artwork by keqikeru , barely proofread !!

heavy warm breath tickling your neck and the feeling of a handmade mask falling on your face startles you slightly out of your slumber. a groan sounds in your ear immediately after you wake as könig settles himself behind you. it is a familiar noise that fills your heart with elated joy and your clit with a throbbing ador that would make most sick. soft thighs twitch as the giant man slides the blanket off of you, revealing a body clothed by only a tank-top.

a shiver runs down your body again as the air invades your space, goosebumps attacking your skin as königs eyes tear your body apart. a raging heat lights up in your stomach, your back arching slightly against the naked man. a blush strikes itself across your face as he speaks, a grumbling austrian accent that forces your eyes to snap back without a seconds delay. oh how youve missed that sound while he was at work.

hot liquid pools inbetween your thighs as könig reaches around you, pulling you into him. a heated cock nestles itself inbetween your thighs as he does, precum slicking your skin up just as your wetness is. the view of him in your peripheral vision heats your body up even more, his eyes shining through his mask in amusment at your bodily responses. teeth drag into your bottom lip as your sleepy-horny state turns into one of a pure vital need to be pleased.

"Schatz, wo sind deine Kleider", he banters, fingers drenching themselves between your folds as you attempt to look away. head tilted up and away from his gaze, you wonder how long you can truly withhold from the giant man. you dont excactly want to, but the pleasure that konig brings you is an almost embarrasing amount. ether way, you know youll end up filled and screaming as soon as you give in.

being trapped underneath könig is a bliss that overstimulates you in such a gentle way. the man now pinching your clit softly as you ignore him, his hips rutting against your ass. heavy pants leave your chest in waves as he speeds up his hand, using his palm on your slit as his fingers curl against your insides. just a bit closer and he will find your g-spot- and he does, abusing it as you tear up underneath him. overstimulation is an understatment to what he is putting your body through, but you wont complain.

it isnt long before youre coming undone beneath him, squeals of pleasures muffled by your face pressing into the pillow- könig guiding you through without a second thought. his cock throbs against you as you lay your head down on the bed, tears streaming down your face as you finally catch your breath. "Schh, mein Schatz, du hast das so gut für mich gemacht", he grumbles softly, attempting to ignore his own raging need to focus on your pleasure.

soft kisses laid down your spine from beneath his mask as you shy away, loved but oh so embarrassed to be delved into as he did. what you would give to stay here forever...

a/n: inspired by @keqikeru drawing of konig :3

[evermoreandroyalblue]

Sugxto’s rule (Evermore’s Version)

BIG KISSES TO EVERYONE, make sure to like, comment, repost, and maybe drop a follow?

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The curtain of fringe over Eddie’s eyes was hardly enough to shield the sights in front of him. His volt, ass up and face down into the pillow, taking it like the “good boy” eddie knew he was. and his live wire, his spark, eyes blown wide, neck adorned with a simple black band eddie had secured, with legs spread as they watched the scene in front of them play out, ankles tied to the chair legs that sat across the room.

Volt’s hands were barely holding him up, keeping his head in place as wanton moans slipped through his teeth. It was beautiful, the way Eddie was using him strictly for Eddie’s pleasure. His hand around the base of the collar tied around Volt’s neck, using the angle to fuck himself into Volt at a torturous pace. It was hard to hate just how beautifully Eddie could make the grown man break.

“See, baby,” Eddie grunted, “this,” a disgraceful roll of his hips brought another wanton moan from Volt, “is what you get when you don’t try to fuck at the bar.”

Sweet amp, this man was going to be the death of you, making you watch the absolute take down of the most mouthy man in the building when it should’ve been you. If you had waited until closing, hadn’t brushed your tits against Eddie’s chest, and whispered to him that Volt would never have to know *you* were the one to get him to break the rule. Now look at you, ankles tied apart, showing them just how pretty a glistening cunt could be. Ready, anxious, waiting.

White hooded eyes, lazily focusing on your pretty eyes. “You should feel him, spark. How good it feels,” he hissed, not unkindly, but proudly. Proud of his patience, proud of the way that he could make Eddie bow and bend without having to mastermind the operation tonight. Tonight, Volt was being rewarded, and he would take that pleasure like the ego stroke he never needed.

You could always tell when Volt got close by the way he glowed, soft white hues around his body added a blue tint, and his mouth screwed shut, focusing on the pleasure he needed to finish, but Eddie wasn’t done. He grabbed Volt’s hair and, like throwing a whiskey case over his shoulder, forced Volt to change his position. Two pairs of hot eyes on you, and all you could do was squirm in your seat.

Eddie Tsked, “Did I tell you you could move, baby?” You stopped. Meeting their eyes, Eddie snapped his hips up into volt, over and over again. The blue hue surrounding Eddie grew darker and brighter as he cried out in pleasure. A splatter of white cum across the satin sheets and the boys tumbling into each other was all you needed to know that Eddie had achieved his goal for the night. But his reign of terror had only begun when it came to you.

Still tied to the chair with the white wires they had on hand, Eddie mumbled something unintelligible in Volt’s ear, and Volt whined in response. Eddie crawled off the bed and knelt in front of you, placing a kiss on your knee as he reached for the wires. Before his hand reached the frayed ends of the wires, steel eyes flitted up to meet yours.

“Do you think you can be good, or do I need to keep you here?” he asked, voice still gruff from his previous orgasm.

You shuddered, sinfully, rolling your hips backwards to try to hide yourself. Sweet amp you needed this. Needed him. he was like oxygen, and you’d been deprived for so long. The lack of response brought a task to his lips as he grabbed the collar wrapped around your throat, bringing you back to reality.

“Spark, if I have to ask again, it won’t be good for you.”

“I-i’ll be good.” You had to be good; you needed this more than anything in the world. You watched how gracefully Volt came crashing down; you needed the same. Needed Eddie to give you exactly what he thought you needed.

He knelt again, carefully untying the wires, and threw you over his shoulder like his favorite crate of whiskey. Beautiful, meaningful, but still durable. The walk to the bed was short, but the way you bounced on the bed was enough to elicit a gasp from you.

Two men circle the bed like sharks, hungry for their feast. You sat up on your knees, hoping in this moment you could give them something: prayer, apologies, something to get a reprieve from the oncoming attack.

But no, Volt circled first, diving in to kiss your neck, a very clear reprimand for not including him in your little shenanigans.

Volt tugged at the collar, bringing your face to his, “little spark, i must say, i’m quite impressed,” you preened under his praise, he continued, “usually it would be me who acts like a brat. but you, you, my little spark, just had to put on a show by yourself. and what a show it was.” his fingers looped through the ring of the collar, pointer finger running across the column of your neck like admiring art. “tell me, did you like watching eddie fuck me, or were you imagining yourself in my place?” a whine in response and a gentle tug on the collar as a reminder of how to act in his presence. Use your words. But words failed, how much you needed them, how much you wanted them.

“Please-please, Volt, I’ll do anything- I’m so-“

Like lightning, Volt’s hand tugged the collar forward, shoving his hard dick in your mouth. Two pairs of eyes rolled back, yours falling closed to enjoy the salty sparks on your tongue as you lick the last remnants of cum from Volt’s tip, humming sweetly at the taste. Volt took his reward generously, grabbing the back of your head. “fuckin amp, spark. It’s like you're made to suck my cock. Absolutely perfect,” a roll of your tongue to the underside of his cock brought a shudder out of him, and the hollowing of your cheeks was enough to bring a loud moan out of him.

Eddie sat back, having grabbed a glass of whiskey from his personal stash, sitting in the same chair you were as he watched you take, take, take from your lover. Volt’s moans a symphony of love and adoration for not only you but the way you took him so gracefully. The passage of time didn’t exist when he finally came for a second time, keeping your head still as he rolled his hips into your waiting mouth. You graciously swallowed everything he gave you until he finally stopped.

You pulled off with a ‘pop’, resting back on the bed with a tired sigh. The boys came to lie by you, pressing kisses to your temples.

[linkiscool333]

@la-sera @across-violet-skies

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Link on ao3 should work, here is @hyah-lian beautiful work if not.

[bubybubsters]

Cass meets Aelin…. And well what do you expect?

a/n: thank you @fiercehildr for inspiring this with this post. I recommend looking at it before reading!

wc: 237

warnings: curse words, aelin <- legit warning

*****

Cassian groaned as he sensed another sneeze ready to hit him. Cauldron damned allergies and cauldron damned pollen. Why did Rhys have to send him to pick up Elain from her date thing with Lucien? Of course, when he thought about it, it made sense. Az was still a little heartbroken and Rhys was overwhelmed with work so Cassian was the only option left.

“ACHOO!”

His loud sneeze felt like it echoed between worlds and as he turned in search for Elain he jumped back at the sight he saw. There was a circular portal, almost like a mirror and a stunning female staring back at him in shock.

“What the fuck?” The two said it at the same time and gawked at eachother. The female had pointed ears half-covered by shining light blonde hair with a tiara sitting on her perfect head. Her eyes were turquoise with golden rings that stunned Cassian into silence. His eyes trailed down towards her body and the skin-tight green dress she wore.

His nose itching pulled him out of his trance and he grimaced as- “ACHOO!”

The portal disappeared and Cassian was left standing there like an idiot as he peered at the spot the female had once been.

“Cassian?” Elain’s honey sweet voice reached him and he shook his head slightly.

It must have been a hallucination. There was no other explanation! Unless… his sneezes could open? No! Improbable…

*****

General taglist: @thelov3lybookworm @profound-imagination

anyone part two?

[bo-bo-bean]

Click Bait

"Sofa!"

The small ginger man called out in a state of rush. They had an advertising deal and he had to find his big friend. He checked the kitchen, seeing Sofa binging on some chips while scrolling through his phones.

Sofa sensed himself being watched and looked over.

"Oh hey Remi! What's up?" he wondered.

"We have that ad deal we gogta do," Remi grabbed his arms as he explained. He got Sofa to his feet and dragged him to the recording room as Sofa tapped the last few crumbs and salt from the bottom of the bag. "We need to get it done before tomorrow afternoon and we gotta go over the script again, check for bugs, do voice over practice, and work on the movements! We have too much to do to be dillydallying!"

Sofa nodded, now understanding the situation. In the pink padded room, Tila was drinking some juice, adjusting her microphone. Dodo was stretching, getting ready, finishing with hopping in place. "Okay!" Remi announced, everyone gazing at him. "Let's do this one more time! Dodo, watch your footing, Tila stay hydrated, Sofa."

He grabbed a snack cake from the editor's hand. "No snacks until we're done."

"Awww no fun…"

Still, Sofa took his place behind his desk, computer screen turned on and the program ready. Then, without Remi looking, he opened a drawer and took out a few licorice ropes, nibbling on them.

"Tila."

"Ready!" Tila gave a nod, giving what seems to be a thumbs up. Or it could be her flipping him off. It was hard to tell with her long sleeves.

"Dodo."

"Mmhmm," he merely acknowledged the callout. He drank down an energy drink called 'Pastel Pearls.' It was a Sayu branded drink.

"Sofa."

"Yup!" Sofa quickly swallowed his food before talking. He was not going to get caught eating, even though he knew he could sneak in a bon bon every now and then. However… "Um wait…"

Everyone looked in his direction as he looked at his computer screen. He… didn't see Sayu pop up. She usually did when ready for advertising. She loved it! But… his screen was empty and blank. "Sayu… where is Sayu?"

Remi looked at Sofa as if he was eating a shoe and rushed over. There were folders of designs, coding screens on the side, a tap for animes to watch this summer, but… no Sayu.

"Sayu!?"

Remi was a perfectionist. If one line in his drawing was out of place, then it was ruined. He could tear it up, no matter the progress made on it. So Sayu not showing up was like the world was ending. "Are you kidding me!? Is she sick!? Hurt!? What's going on!?"

"I'll send her a message," Sofa offered. He opened a notepad, added some coding, then typed. 'Hey Sayu! :3 Remi is kiiiinda freaking out :O Where are you? Are you hurt? <:( Please let us know (that was supposed to be sad eyebrows, not a hat)'

He waited, Remi clutching his chair. It had taken fair abuse from Remi's stress, from being squeezed until chunks were missing to being thrown against the wall from many many many coding errors. Then, a text was sent back.

'I'm not doing the ad'

"What!?" Remi clutched his hair, threatening to rip it out of his scalp. Tila quickly ran over and gently held his hands, then looked at Dodo.

"Dodo?"

He came over and offered his arm, Remi squeezing it, fingernails digging into his skin.

"Huh? Maybe she's sick…" Sofa thought. But then Sayu appeared on the screen. She had a pout on her face, arms crossed and a glare in her eye. Well, half a glare. She was too cute to be scary.

"I don't wanna!" she grunted.

"Why not?" Tila asked. "Are you sick?"

"Nu uh! I just don't wanna!"

"Are you hurt?" Dodo winced, Remi still squeezing the life out of his arm.

"No! I just don't wanna!"

"Why…!?" Sofa begged to know. She only puffed her cheeks and turned away, sticking her nose up. Sofa tried calling her, but she didn't respond. He used his mouse to click on her, but when that got a giggle from the little mermaid… he smiled.

"Now Sayu… if you can't think of a reason to tell us, I can't think of a reason to not tickle you," he pointed out with glee. The others matched his face, Remi even loosening his grip. Sofa dug into his desk and got out three more mice, distributing them among his friends.

"N-no you can't! I-I'm not ticklish! You can't get me if I'm not ticklish! Can you!?"

"Not ticklish?" Dodo sneered. "Well why are you scared if you're not ticklish? Surely, you shouldn't be afraid."

"Yeah! If you're not, then you know this will end very quickly!" Tila giggled.

"Or you could tell us what's going on," Remi added. But when she didn't react to that with nothing but a huff, they knew what had to be done.

Dodo moved his mouth first to get to the end of her tail, clicking it rapidly. She breathed in with a gasp, but held her breath. 

Sofa chuckled softly and ran his mouse over her belly, clicking and holding it, making it feel like a finger being dragged across her skin.

"EEEEE!!!! Noohohohooo! Staahahahaap!!!" she wiggled in place.

"Oh! So you ARE ticklish!" Remi snickered. He used his mouth to tickle her neck all around. She tried to grab it to make it stop, but he kept moving it. Neck, sides, armpits, neck, cheek, belly, sides, all random order. She couldn't keep up.

Tila was the last to tickle her, but she held up one of Sayu's arms, smiling at Sofa. He grinned back and scrolled up and down her sides, up to her armpit and down to her hip. This created a bubbly squeal from her lips, trying to use her free arm to wave off the mice. But Dodo grabbed her other hand and held it up, Remi enjoying exploring her other side. Now she was more vulnerable than before.

"Staaaahaahahahahaahaaaaap!!! Pleeheeheeheeheease!!! T-too-eeheeheeheee!!! Too muhuhuhuhuch!! T-t-teeheheeheeeckles!! Teeheheeheeckles!!!"

"Mm campaign on calling tickles teeheeckles? Say aye," Dodo smiled with a devious look in his eyes. This would only fluster Sayu further.

"Aye," Tila nodded.

"Aye," Sofa agreed.

"Aye!" Remi piped up.

"Nuuhuuhuuhuu!!" Sayu was the only one who disagreed, but they knew they would do it anyway.

They poked and clicked at random places, getting different reactions from her. Sides? She screamed out in wheezy spurts. Ribs? She jolted at every rib ribbed. Belly? She almost melted into the touch, but still pretended to shy away, but she was no actor.

The best spot they liked to tease was her back. She would gasp and scream, bending backwards, making her belly exposed. This caused one of them to tickle her belly in circles. This made her jolt forward, but then the same person got into her back. She would flop around like a fish at this point.

"You have such an angelic laughter, Sayu," Remi beamed.

She could only snort.

"Such a bubbly sound!" Tila added.

She squealed and blushed.

"Adorable fishy squirmies…!" Sofa piped in.

She could only squirm more, as if answering his comment.

"And the cutest mermaid we've ever known."

"OKAAHAHAHAHAY!!! OKAY I'M BEHEHEHEHEHETTER!!! I'M BETTER!!! PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!!"

They all looked at each other, nodding respectfully and stopping. She curled in a heap of giggly madness.

"Heh we'll let you rest, Sayu," Remi told her. "I should call the studio and tell them we'll have to put back the date."

"Oh thank god!" Sofa breathed a sigh of relief. He took out some snack cakes and crammed them into his mouth.

"Hey lemme have one!" Tila gasped. He ran off with his arms full, Tila bolting after him. Dodo followed, his legs hurting from standing so long.

"Y-you… you don't want to know what's wrong…?" she asked Remi before he left. He could only grin and boop her nose with the mouse.

"Nah… I know you get like this sometimes. It happens every week," he told her.

"... Oh…" she looked away, ashamed. But he quickly put a smile on her face by poking her belly.

"Hey I still love you…!" he assured her. "You're my creation… my daughter even! No matter what, you'll always by my Sayu."

With a giggle subsiding, a bright smile took over her face as she hugged the mouse.

"Thanks… dad," her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness.

"Of course, my fishy."

Thank you to @overtheimaginationwall for allowing me permission to write this based off their wonderful art!! Please check their blog out, such wonderful art!

[lbelleofficial]

I keep forgetting to post this but @midnightmeatsubway i did finally finish it 😅

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summary:

“Good work Cody.” Obi-wan said, eyes glued to his datapad. “And thank you. We’ll talk more tomorrow, sleep well, love you.`”

“Um-I-um, love you too....uh, sir.” Cody stammered and the hologram warbled from existence.

Obi-wan started to walk back to his quarters, but he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. And the emotions that were gravitating from everyone were strange.

“What?” He asked. Had he said something? He quickly went back through his conversation with Cody. They had been talking about the men, the battle, rest, and…

“Oh Force.”

[bumb1e-vee]

Undead Memories

based off of the zombie frog art done by @shortnfantastic go support their art its amazing 

Patton smiled as he carried the terarium with him. He was going off to collage, finally. The bubby pastel boy was excited to finally be seen as something other than just the innocent one or the dumb one. Patton was planning on getting his degree in teaching High school. He wants to make a difference in the lives of struggling teens. 

The bus dropped him off at his destination and he checked in, all the while, he clucthed his frog close to him, as he did so the memory of how he came into poession of the frog reserfaced. 

Patton was nine years old, his old pet frog hopper had just died. He was crying about it and his friends were getting worried about him. Remus, one of two twins he had befriended. Remus cared about thing in his own way and showed love in ways most people deemed grotesque or “special” as most people called it, but Patton loved the boy’s quirks, much to his parents dismay. Remus had noticed his friend’s distress and dug up the corpse of the dead frog. He had taken it to the shed by his house and began doing some work. After a few days of work he had reanimated Hopper. 

Remus rang the doorbell to Patton’s house, and the normally bubbly child answers, wiping tears with his too big sweater sleeves. Upon seeing him Remus showed his crooked tooth smile and said “Surprise!” holding up the reanimated frog. Patton looked confused until he saw the little freckle on the frog’s left eye. It was Hopper, but... how? 

“I made him into a zombie frog, now he’ll never die!” Remus declared. At that moment Patton hugged his friend and refused to let go for a good five minuets.

Patton Hearts wiped a tear from his eyes as he held Hopper close to his chest. A few years after that Remus and his twin brother Roman moved away, and they never spoke again. Patton had always wondered what happened to Remus but never got any answers. So he just decied to let it go. 

As Patton got to his dorm and began unpacking, a knock could be heard from outside, “Come in” Patton smiled. His roommate entered the room and smiled. The two made eye contact, and it was his roommate who spoke first. 

“Patton-cake?”  “Re-Re?” The two instantly embraced each other in a hug. They be spending the next four years together, and it would be wonderful.