Please Please Please Please I'm Killing Myself I NEEEEED THEM.

please please please please i'm killing myself I NEEEEED THEM.

HEATSTROKE!

Nothing to see here... just tumblr being stupid... >:(

YALL IM SO FUCKING PISSED RN TUMBLR ISNT LISTENING TO MEEEEE

*barks like i'm in heat*

cw: smut | König feeds you an orange and folds you like a pretzel over a kitchen table 💕

a/n: another incredibly self indulgent blurb because why not 🍊

What if König was peeling you an orange one summer afternoon, because he knew how much you loved them but hated getting your nails dirty. He’s very nonchalant about it, yapping about whatever boring paperwork he needs to sort through, while you’re sitting there like an animal in heat, not listening to a word he’s saying – all of your attention is focused on his hands.

His thumbs are digging into the orange, which looks tiny in his massive hands, and accidentally break the skin apart, rendering his long, thick fingers sticky and coated in juice. Despite how careful he his, a few bits of flesh manage to burst and stain his white t-shirt yellow.

“There, meine Blume, go ahead.” He slides the plate to you, oblivious to how flushed and blank-faced you are, just happy to do something for you. He doesn’t even question when you open your mouth instead, just feeds you little segments with an innocent smile.

But then your mouth lingers around his fingers a little too long, until you’re fully sucking the orange juice out of them, bobbing up and down with a light hum. König thinks you look absolutely adorable like this – you’re whimpering around him and he hasn’t even touched you. He lets you suck on his fingers for a while, lets your hands hold onto his arm as you welcome each orange piece with a long drag of your lips.

“Meine pretty Prinzessin just can’t help herself, can she? Look how cute you are,” he chuckles, head resting on his free hand, completely unfazed. “So greedy to be stuffed.”

Next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen table, mewling pathetically as König’s fat cock stretches you out, each thrust eliciting a loud moan out of your soft lips, too cock-drunk to even say his name. He makes sure your mouth is nice and full at all times, either by his fingers, or by the remaining orange pieces – you should still enjoy your sweet little treat.

And maybe after he’s made you cum and gush all over his dick, König keeps you bent over to clean you up, except that is definitely just an excuse to lap up your pussy until you’re whining and trembling once more.

“To hell with oranges, Prinzessin. This is what a real sweet summer treat tastes like.”

screaming, barking, creaming, cumming, riding him, squirting on his face and letting him bend me into a pretzel.

Girl dinner 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

EATS ASS LIKE NEVER BEFORE.

hey siri, play wannabe by hey mona

posted on twt too bc why not

SOMEONE PING ME WHEN THIS COMES OUT!

something something... ghost being unable to cook to save his life so he chooses to frequent at a beat up broke down poor ass canteen with cheap meals where reader prepares and delivers the dishes.. so he offers her a job as a private chef in his own house and she agrees because he pays her money like he sleeps on it.... and then he actually invites the lads over for a sunday roast made by his missus.... oh, she doesn't like it when he calls her that? well it's too bad, he already got her evicted from her previous place and fired from the bar she was working in so she can do longer shifts.. he also might have fucked her raw once or twice while she was "working", what's the difference? he already has her saved as wife in the contacts soo....

i think im going to write this lol wish me luck