König~

*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

One of my co-workers has a standing desk that he uses sitting down. It looks like this

I saw pill bugs on here a few weeks ago and really wanted to make my own! The pattern is a bit rough but I hope it works (I tried to get it perfect for like a week before calling it good enough).

Just print out (or copy from a screen) the first page and cut out the pattern pieces. Hopefully the pictures on page two will help but if not I will do my best to answer any questions!

Hope you enjoy and make your own lil isopod friend!

If anyone makes this, I would love to see pictures 💕

Thank you so much for the pattern!!! Here's my own little neapolitan pill bug 💕💕💕

My idiot badly sewn son

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

Happy New Year’s Eve!!!

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"stress" by yoan capote - made of bronze and concrete

our rest time

eat me whole

WHEN IS IT MY TURN

Size kink with König. (🌽)

König fantasies pretty often about your very obvious and ridiculous size difference. He enjoys the fantasy of throwing you over his shoulder and taking you wherever and whenever he pleases, it feeds right into his free use fantasy.

Considering König's intimidatingly tall height, he can rub his stiff, swollen cock against your stomach while standing up beside you. He'll push his wet, slick dick against your stomach, while his other hand toys with your hardened nipples. You're so sensitive and hiss out when he tugs at your nipples, with your nubs becoming stiff and perky at the slightest touch.

“That’s it, little one. You just sit back, let me have you..” König growls out through a stained, gruff voice while grinding his pearly teeth together as he works his throbbing, leaking dick into your soft folds. He slowly pumps himself into your tight hole, admiring the stomach bulge formed because of his length, the way it disappears when he pulls away from your sticky cunt and the strings of whines that flow from your lips when he attempts to force himself fully inside your wet warmth. His heavy and musky balls rub against your rear, with his pubes scratching against your soft, supple skin.

His deep and hard thrusts become painfully ruthless. He pushes one large hand against your abdomen, holding you down while he pumps his calloused, thick digits into your wet mouth to mock and coo at you while you're forced to submit to him, through the tightness in your core and the desperation. You gag and gaze up at him almost drunkenly, intoxicated off of the agonising but heavenly sensation between your plush thighs.

Thigh fucking with König drives him completely crazy. Just push your thighs together, let him play with that pretty cunt while he's distracting himself.

Powerful statements like these, that juxtapose the condemnation of such a simple and pure thing as love with the honour and worship of violence and death, always hit me hard and stay with me for days

This is the tombstone of Technical Sergeant Leonard Philip Matlovich, the first gay service member to intentionally out himself in order to fight the ban on gay people in the military. He hadn’t only served for Vietnam, he was a career Air Force member in good standing who would have liked to continue his career even though he knew coming out would most likely make that impossible. He’d also been an elder in the LDS church but was excommunicated

He was on the cover of Time magazine in 1975 which was the first time an openly gay person appeared on the cover of a U.S. magazine and had their name printed in that magazine

He was an advocate for AIDs/HIV patients from the start of the outbreak in the 70s. He contracted the virus in 1986 and died 2 years later

His name doesn’t appear on his tombstone because he wanted it to be a memorial for all gay veterans

here’s the King himself

and here’s his grave in its full glory, with the pink triangles and everything! the words over the dates of his birth and death are referencing the extermination of lgbt people during the holocaust and the HIV crisis, respectively.

This is beautiful

König's eyes ♡

don’t look at me like that i might write another 20 fics for you

I’m foaming

You really think she’s your girl. My brother in Christ she’s up in here every night twirling her hair and kicking her feet to the raunchiest “x reader” COD smut on the planet.

Fr fr

Imagining König leave me alone

hiding könig's glasses whilst riding him... 📚

nerd!könig is addicted to the gummy, tight sensation of your walls clamping down around his achingly hard, lengthy dick. his sturdy and muscular chest rises and falls rapidly as he attempts to catch his breath, his breathing laboured as you bounce up and down repetitively, mixing your sweet, slick juices and his creamy, hot arousal.

you giggle softly as he grunts hoarsely, his breathless and desperate reaction causing your tight cunt to throb and pulse, coating his veiny shaft in a glimmer of your juices. his eyes are half-lidded and full of delirium and pleasure, rolling to the back of his head the deeper he goes, his milky tip prodding against your womb when he jerks and roll his broad hips skywards into you. könig's large, calloused hands grasp at your soft hips, his fingertips leaving indents along your body, bound to bruise eventually. he heaves, huffing and puffing at the sweet scent on your nape, the perfume he breathes in every single day.

you remove his glasses as they sit crookedly on his face, your hands nestled in his wavy, long, ginger locks as you grind yourself down against him. the thickness and girth of his sloppy cock causes needy whimpers to flow from your soft lips, muffled and hushed by his lips pressed against yours, your tongues intertwined, and your eyes shut tightly as you feel your core tighten and your pussy drool.

könig looks around dizzily, his wet tip oozing out milky, potent arousal into your sopping wet cunny, his head thrown back, and his body twitching and jerking with his orgasm, breathing heavily as he gazes up at you dizzily, his jaw slack and allowing german curses and guttural growls to emit from deep in his chest, with his scarred hand caressing your face tenderly, leaving greedy kisses all over your face, desperate for your attention and affection.