#clearing out my inbox!

[sprout-fics]

please MORE KÖNIG X READER !! you write him so well it actually makes me feral. maybe smthn like sitting on his lap and getting your groove on, then the rest of the squad enters the room while könig is buried deep inside you 🫣 just a THOUGHT OK BYE

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Public sex, mentions of riding, orgasm denial, voice kink, possessiveness, being caught

This is bad. 

This is really, really bad.

You hear them as they come in- muffled voices and boots thumping on the back stoop of the safehouse, the aged wooden door groaning as it swings open. They shuffle inside, trading conversation in weary German as they linger in the back hallway. The metal clink of gear, the groans of tired soldiers echo out into the main room where you sit.

Where you sit on top of König, with his shaft still balls deep inside you. 

Motherfu-

Your eyes dart wildly to your superior officer, aghast with mortification. You can’t speak, can’t move, can hardly think with panic. His eyes seem to mirror yours for a moment, but as the footsteps of the other soldiers draw near he shifts, reaching for a worn blanket at the other end of the couch. As he moves he shifts inside you, heavy and full and warm-

You slap a hand over your mouth to silence the moan that threatens to escape, body sinking into him and eyes closing, shoulders shivering-

König manages to drape the blanket over you both, hissing instructions in quick German you’re just barely able to parse. 

“Sleep!”

You follow the order instantly, collapsing against his chest and turning your much too warm face away from the entryway just as the squad begins to filter in. 

They stop, however, upon seeing the sight of you both before them. With you braced on König’s front, arms tucked up along his chest, and König leaning back into the arm of the couch, your form splayed atop him. 

The chatter stops.

The blanket is secure over you both, hiding any indication of your…other activities beneath bunched fabric. Still, the position is…intimate to say the least, no doubt a shock to your squad members who suspected you of having a relationship but never found any evidence to confirm it. 

You stay completely still, forcing slow, even breaths to mimic the indication of sleep despite your wildly fluttering heartbeat. You think perhaps they might hear it, might realize exactly what is going on. 

“Report.” König demands, and his next in command splutters before offering a brief, concise description of the recon mission they were just deployed on. He doesn’t dare mention your sleeping form, not when König’s tone commands nothing less than complete attention, utter respect for his authority. 

Still, you hear the soldier trail off, eyes wandering to you, to the undeniably close position you are both in.

You don’t dare shift, but the mere realization of the compromising situation you’re in can’t help but make you tense, and then clench.

König’s hand tenses on your hip, the only indication he’s felt you. Yet hidden under the blanket the grip is close to bruising, digging into the meat of your side and making your face scrunch from where it’s turned away. 

You can’t help it, you shiver.

Inside you, you feel König’s cock twitch. Hot, heavy, it forces your cunt to stretch around him, clinging slick and snug to his girth. The lack of friction has poisoned the growing heat in your belly, the pressure of it rising heady and salacious inside you. You want to chase it down, force yourself back on his cock and reign back your waning pleasure but you can’t, not with your squad eyeing your feigning sleeping form.

You shift, just an inch. Tucking your hips back against his and your face burns with the lewdness of it all, at the way König fills you so wholly, so completely there’s room for little else except the waxing, wet, covetous pleasure between you. 

König’s hand grips your thigh.

Don’t.

You bite your lip to keep from whining, wanting little else than to sink your teeth into his chest, still clad in his favorite dark, black shirt that leaves little to the imagination. 

You clench around him again, forcing your muscles to contract and holding the gasp that bubbles up your throat at the pleasure that spikes through you with the release. Wordlessly, you signal to him, heedless of your comrades.

Please. 

A tap, two fingers on your hip bone. 

Soon. 

Despite your need you force yourself to settle, sinking further into his body even with your entire form coiled like a spring, energy pent up in every fiber, every cell. All the while König discusses the mission with his second in command in low, serious tones. 

It forces another small shiver out of you, the way you can hear his voice dip and rumble with your ear pressed to his chest. Only minutes ago it had choked your name in a high, reedy whine, begging for you to sink down on him and offer the relief he so desperately sought. 

“Mercy, meine Liebe. Please-!”

Now it speaks with authority, his voice rasping low in his native tongue. The words echo and ricochet in his chest, with your ear pressed there. 

He shifts abruptly, scooting you higher on his form and you have to bite down hard on a groan as the head of him nudges against the bundle of nerves nestled in the softness of you. The pleasure is so sharp and sudden you flinch, face scrunching as you contain a whine of need. Entire form coiled tight, you try to not tremble atop him, shoulder shaking as a wave of velvety, coiling warmth spreads from the core of you, up along your hips and spine. It ghosts across your shoulders as your heart races, tries to climb up your throat with a lecherous, forbidden moan. 

Fuck-

Worse yet, König’s hand grounds you, guides you, forcing you to grind yourself down on his length with the molten tip of him braced against your g-spot.

You can only cling to him, breathe through it as he keeps you there, refusing to let you budge from the unrelenting, scorching thickness of him. 

You want to sob as you flutter helplessly around him, the wet center of you gripping him in a velvety embrace. When you clench, pulse around him it’s completely involuntary, a reaction built off the pure desire he stokes inside you. His hand tightens on your hip and it only feeds that flame, his grip to the point of pain and yet delicious, intoxicating in the way only he is. 

The others in the squad have wandered off now. You can hear them in the kitchen, walking up the stairs, milling around the apartment in any room except the one where you both are. 

You know their faces, their names. Young and fresh, they don’t have his experience, his strength, the history of scars you’ve kissed along his stomach, his arms, his shoulders. It doesn’t stop them from trying to flirt with you, the pretty medic that patches them when they’ve run into trouble. They moon over you, tease you, let their hands brush against your shoulders. 

König sees it, sees their bright eyes and fixed stares. You know he does, even as you brush off their advances and dedicate yourself only to him. It’s only behind closed doors do you let him remind you of how you belong to him, only him.

“You’re mine.” He tells you, grunting in your ear. “They can’t have you, not the way I can.”

After all, it’s him who’s inside you right now, him who’s holding you steady, him whose voice rumbles deep and low in your ear. 

He’s an elixir, a potion, one that glides across and into the core of you, coaxes your own molten desire into an echoing crescendo that shakes the very foundations of you.

You nearly shudder with relief when König dismisses his sergeant, only to suck in a sharp gasp when he bucks into you, unrestrained. His voice purrs into your ear, drowning out the sounds of other men beyond the realm of you and him.

“I almost wanted them to see.” He confesses abruptly, grabbing your hips and forcing you down onto him once more. You bury your head in his chest, shaking at the twisting, curling pleasure that climbs inside you without reprieve. “To let them know you’re mine.”

“K-König please-” You choke, voice hardly a whisper as your nose bumps the underside of his jaw, pressing into his hood. 

“I know, I know Schatz.” He murmurs back, voice caught in his throat. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

You know he will. It’s all he’s ever done. Your guardian, your mentor, your protector, your poison-

Your beloved.

#König #könig smut #könig x reader #konig imagine #könig imagine #drabbles #asks #requests #small reminder requests are currently closed! #This is me clearing out my inbox

[onenicebugperday]

Had an unexpected guest in the shower! 🤣 House centipedes are much more common, this is only the second time I see a scolopendra in my house. Could it be that it was using its antennae to drink from the condensation droplets inside the glass?

I suspect this is not an adult, what do you think? It doesn't have that many legs yet, plus it doesn't look quite like the most common species in northern Italy. Body size is about 2–2.5 cm, I'd say.

What a cutie! They wouldn't use their antennae to drink, they'd just use their mouthparts for that. I'm afraid I can't tell you much about this fella, though, as I'm not familiar with Italian species and I don't know a ton about centipedes anyway! @crevicedwelling would likely know more than I would.

#oops forgot this one was still in my drafts #ok NOW my inbox is cleared out #submission #bugs #myriapods #centipede

[deerspherestudios]

#fanart #mushroom oasis vn #submission #this was for new years!!!!! omg!!!! #sorry for letting it marinate in my inbox for so long im clearing them out like its spring cleaning!!! #i love the colors here augh the charm of pencil colors get me everytime #tysm!!

[chrollohearttags]

we all know eren has tattoos that he got for y/n. but does y/n have any tattoos that she got for eren?

yes she does, actually! One on her wrist in Roman numerals that matches his of their wedding date. Then a small skull with roses growing out of it on her forearm to match his (and because it was the cover to his first project, Living Dead Boy and it’s one of her all time favorites.) on her hip, near the pelvis, she has his initials tatted because why not 🤭 she also has a tiny Lola Bunny that matches one he has of Bugs.

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #nonnies 🌹🍒 #don’t mind me #just clearing my inbox and drafts out #musician x influencer au #black reader #eren x black fem!reader #aot au #aot x black reader #eren jaeger #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager #eren #eren aot #snk au #influencer au #black fem reader #black fanfiction #au lore #love little questions like these

[iamfabiloz]

gray squilf!

#i think someone rqed but i forgot and i mightve deleted by accident when clearing stuff out my inbox LOL #squirrelflight #warrior cats #codysight art #waca #art #wc #warriors #wc art #warrior cats fanart #digital art #warrior cats art #warriors fanart #thunderclan #warrior cats designs #color palette requests #squirrelstar #i keep forgetting the star LOL bc she still squilf in me head argh

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Who is your favorite out of all the Bonnie's? Mine are Toy and withered :)

oh... i'm not sure...

og bonnie, probably.

#*CLEARS THROAT* #is this guy even considered a bonnie?? #i mean its not like theres a species called 'springtrap' out there right #... #oh well #my art #inbox #springtrap

[daily-crabbys]

🤓🦀

Today's crab is: (ФωФ)

#crabby submission #crab #theres not a lot to go off of so idk what kind of crab this is #kinda looks freshwater but am very unsure #i have so many crabs in my inbox and they NEED to be cleared #so expect lots of submissions posts to be coming out for a while lol

[butterfilledpockets]

we got the full set!!!

notice how none of these look remotely the same

#bad end ninja turtles #B.E.N.T #cannot be bothered to add the other tags holy fuck #time to clear out my inbox :D

[monkie-man]

Running around a lot today but I squeezed in some sketching 😮‍💨 Drew my favorite old yaoi couple :)

#these two make me want to rip my hair out #stop acting like y’all aren’t kissing behind everyone’s back we know what you are 🙄 #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk wukong #lmk macaque #lmk shadowpeach #ask blog #rp blog #lmk mk #I shall clear any questions in my inbox later gotta run back to work!! #MK doodles

[ghouljams]

Dear Ghoul, remember the ask I sent previously about Price being all condescending and using nicknames to mock our dear witch and how you asked about how it feels being right about it?

I think I'm pretty proud about being spot-on about it all lol.

I wish I could send you some more stuff but atm my brain is solely focused on this Gaz oneshot I'm writing :') but I'll probably gush about Fae Price and Fae Gaz later this weekend hopefully.

Anyway, the only thing I can think about is witch harvesting some strawberries from her little kitchen garden and making a lot of fruit jam, and leaving some for Fae Price outside on the wall/barrier that stands between her hut and Price's place. Along with a cute note telling him to take the jam and to use it while it's fresh and all....the domesticity of it all is just so....gentle.

This probably got Fae Price thinking about how pretty and glowing Witch would be as they go about their day in a shared space, him going out and bringing his sweet witch herbs and keepsakes to work with, testing her magic spells by trying to break it for her....just swoon.

(also can I be 🪷 anon, if it's not taken? I'd like to have some moniker so it's easy to identify my rambling on your blog lol)

AH! Imagine me pointing at my fic with Witch sitting on Price's lap: the cookies in that have home made rose jam. God the rose motif I am pushing is just not subtle, but I don't care. Witch absolutely makes jam with the fruit in her garden/the fruit given to her by clients.

I think that while Price was still waiting for the threshold to let him in he sometimes had tea with Witch. He's not a big fan of tea, but he is a fan of the scones and jam that Witch makes.

It's one of your favorite times of the day, a little past lunch when the sun in your garden is at its hottest and the Winter on the other side is the coldest. You pass Price a mug of warm mulled wine and pluck a scone from the plate precariously balanced on the garden wall. Price sips at his drink while you complain about a difficult customer, neatly slicing your preferred scone to slather jam on each half. You offer half to Price and he takes it with a small smile.

"You not drinkin' tea anymore?" He asks suddenly. You pause capping the jam.

"I'm drinking tea now," You tip your mug to show him the leaves at the bottom, "Why?"

"This is wine." He says it like you should know what he's not saying, and you do.

"Homemade," You tell him with a smile, before relenting to his stare with a sigh, "You don't drink tea." Price hums, like he wants to refute it, as if you didn't see him his a frown and furrowed brows the last time you served him tea. Granted it was pretty bitter, but there were only so many times you could pour out a half drunk mug before you figured the man didn't enjoy a cuppa like you did.

"It's good," He finally tells you. You hide your smile behind your mug, sipping your lukewarm tea.

"Good, I'll make it again." You leave off the 'for you' Price doesn't need to know he's the only other person enjoying your labors. Even if he can taste it under the spices, that you were thinking of him while you were cooking. If he didn't know any better he might think you were trying to make him fall for you. You give too much of yourself too freely, he'd be a fool not to want you for himself.

"Got something for ya," He digs a hand into his pocket, fishing out the tightly corked bottle. You're pretty when you frown, the little crease in your brows is endearing.

"You don't have to repay-" He hold out the bottle, little white stems in soft purple liquid. Your eyes light up just how he thought they would. "Ghost pipes," Your excitement is so pleasant to be on this side of. He shakes the bottle, churning the contents while he waits for you to take it. He knows you will, the way you set down your mug and hold your hands out.

"For the food," He knows you're itchy about debts, and it's easier to imply he's put a price on your kindness than try to convince you he's giving out of his own care. No strings attached, he means to say. Even though he knows you'd never buy that. Your hesitance around accepting his gifts is starting to fade. It makes him feel almost warm when you take the bottle from him. It's not a tether, it's something else. A warmth he hasn't felt before.

He'll decide what it means later. When he isn't watching your smile.

#1fae1 #fae!Price #oc: witch #john price x reader #john price x oc #captain john price #Ok I gotta get off the fae and back to the cowboys #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #I feel like I'm losing my cowboy credibility #also i have seen other people writing cowboys recently and that makes me happy #more cowboys for me to read about #I'm gonna clear a bunch of fae asks out of by inbox #and work on my beloved ranch hands #🪷 anon

[pempempemto]

From one Eclipse to another...

We're gonna pretend there isn't a dead body in this picture

(Seriously though, I love your AU)

#also thank you ! #dont mind me just clearing out my inbox a little #asks #michael and eclipse au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf

[sprout-fics]

I have a request for a drabble...

König and the reader having a cozy morning together in bed

(Also I have a very sensitive neck and kisses, hands being here, licking, anything with my neck I melt, I would like to see his reactions with that.. or him teasing the reader with it)

Thank you so much and happy new year! 🤍

Anon this is SO late I apologize

(I'm running out of Gifs to use I think)

(Spooning, cuddling, sleepy morning snuggles, clingy Konig, touching, hickeys, pillow talk)

You’re used to rousing early in the mornings, eyes blinking awake before even the birds sing quiet songs of dawn. It’s a byproduct of your line of work.  In the military there’s much to do at first light- assigning squads, morning roster, drills, equipment checks, intel briefings at the minimum. Usually by the time the sky is cast with light you’re already at the weapons range, the training ground, poring over mission reports. 

Which is why now, when your eyes flutter open and you find the hazy, golden light of dawn peeking through the curtains, your mind clouds with gentle, bleary confusion. 

That is until you shift, and immediately notice the huge, veiny arm wrapped around your front. Immovable, unbudging even in sleep. 

It takes you a moment to gain your bearings, still cuddled under the mess of blankets your boyfriend has managed to kick and twist in his sleep. Yet the man himself is miraculously still, his forehead braced into your shoulder where his dozing, warm breaths billow into your skin. 

He’s managed to drag you to him in sleep, both arms tucked securely around your smaller form. One hand splays across the exposed flesh of your stomach, buried there under your night shirt. When you shift, stretch in his embrace it curls there, closing just as you feel him rouse, hum a sleepy note of acknowledgement. 

“Guten Morgen.” You mutter to him, one hand coming to rest on the hand tucked along your tummy. 

Yet König merely grumbles, arms flexing as he drags you closer, his head burrowing into the soft junction of your neck and shoulder. He shifts, one leg raising under the blankets so it tangles with yours, his knee pressing up between your thighs. You allow it, let yourself burrow back into his warmth to stave off the early morning chill. 

“Awake?” You ask gently, and the giant huffs into your shoulder, his warm breath seeping into your spine.

“Nein.” He replies drowsily, his voice a low, rough scrape in his throat as it rasps with sleep. 

You smile, bare your neck another inch for his cold nose to skim along the skin. 

“Don’t want to get up.” He murmurs there, and you feel the plush of his lips graze against your flesh when he does. “Want to stay with you in my arms, Liebling.”

“So clingy.” You tease, and yet make no effort to move, more than content to remain exactly where you are.

“Nur fur dich.” He mumbles, words obscured before he shifts, raises his lips to ghost across the shell of your ear. “Only for you.”

You can’t suppress a shiver at the hot breath that tickles your sensitive skin. When you do, König smiles, hums a low, rolling note in his chest.

“You’re so soft in my arms, Liebling.” He purrs, voice dipping with suggestion. “So warm.”

Eyes fluttering shut once more, you let out a dewy sigh as König’s calloused, broad palm raises higher under your shirt. 

“Y-you must have slept well.” You remark, trying to keep the gasp from your voice when his hand skims across the rise of your chest appreciatively. 

König only makes a small, sleepy noise of assent behind you, shifts so his knee rises higher between your thighs. You jerk reflexively when it stops just short of your core, feeling warmth rise to your face when the soldier behind your chuckles. 

“So sensitive.” He teases, and you have nothing to respond with when his teeth suddenly scrape along the dip of your shoulder. Yet instead of a bite he presses a gentle kiss there, letting it trail along your skin as his lips raise back up to your neck.

“W-when you touch me l-like that, I- ah!” You gasp as his lips secure around the soft, supple flesh below your jaw and suck.

His hold on your is unrelenting as you arch against him with a little whine, fingers sinking into the meat of his forearm to ground yourself against the sudden warm, melting pleasure of his touch. 

Yet he’s had a taste of you now, one that fills his mouth as much as it does his heart, drunk of the feeling of your wriggling little movements and short little gasps as he suckles against the hickey. 

“K-König.” You mewl, soft and pliant in his arms, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. 

“Stay.” He mutters when his lips pull away, and you feel him smile as you shudder free a breathy gasp just as he rolls a nipple between his fingers. “In my arms, just a little longer.”

You smile, cheeks warm as you huff free a breath and then shift, sinking dowards so you grind along his thigh, whisper your reply within this realm of pale morning light.

“Nur fur dich.” 

#König #könig fluff #könig x reader #könig x you #könig imagine #mw 22 #mw22 #drabbles #requests #asks #Reminder asks are closed as I clear out my inbox!

[unit-ssn0va]

Hellooo your Talloran is SO good. If your requests are still open would you mind drawing the silly guy again? (Tumblr user scp3999 is not biased at all of course)

#i love talloran #me clearing out my inbox as if all of the requests haven't been sitting there for almost a whole ass year #SORRY ABOUT THAT BTW LMAO #my art #fanart #scp fanart #scp memes #scp 3999 #scp foundation #draven kondraki #researcher talloran #james talloran #talloraven #ghost talk #ask #vine #hello scp fandom

[jazzy-man13]

Hcs for dating IDW Tarn, Deathsaurus, and Megatron

Tarn: He would only date you if you were a con. No exceptions.

Not a fan of pda, but if some other bot tries to flirt with you, he'll "take care" of them. He'll then proceed to keep his servos on you for the rest of the night to ensure that it doesn't happen again. A servo on your back, an arm around your waist, a hug from behind, you name it!

Would only use your real name around others, but in private he'd probably call you some scrap like "My pet" or "dolly". (Don't ask why. Also, major ick imo)

He won't treat you very differently from the rest of his crew, but he might be a little more lenient when it comes to you completing any assignments. He expects you to work as hard as anyone else would "for the cause" but you're definitely his favorite

Deathsaurus: He'd prefer to date a decepticon, but he's also not entirely opposed to someone from another faction. You'd have to be pretty special though.

Big pda mech! He firmly believes in expressing his love in whatever way possible, usually meaning he'll be found holding your servo or waist. As we all know, he has a strict "no secrets" policy, meaning he'll introduce you to his troops as soon as he can. lowkey just wants an excuse to show you off

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loves pet names! Darling, sweetspark, dear, my love, my spark- he's got a bunch of 'em for you. If you call him any of these back, he'll be grinning to no end.

Obviously, if you want to be with him, you'll have to respect his crew and his troops. He won't tolerate you or anyone else treating them like scrap. If you're kind and supportive of his troops, and get along with them well, he'll fall for you so damn hard and fast. He's a sucker for a responsible, productive, and capable bot that'll pull their weight.

Megatron: He's fine with dating any faction, though there might be some guilt lingering in the back of his mind if you're a con.

Not big on pda, or physical affection in general. His love language is probably acts of service, like helping you out with some of your tasks. He's not big on pet names, but he might call you "dear" sometimes. He doesn't mind any pet names or nicknames you give him though.

He'll give you datapads with his poetry sometimes, and he might even recite it out loud for you as you get closer. He'd be helm over heels for you if you're into poetry and write some for him as well- it'll hang on the wall in his room and he'll have it memorized. Even if you're not into poetry, he still enjoys spending quality time with you. It's nice for him to not feel judged or scrutinized around someone for once.

#transformers #megatron #deathsaurus #tarn #tf idw #idw megatron #idw tarn #idw deathsaurus #megatron x reader #Tarn x reader #Deathsaurus x reader #Random burst of motivation? Me? Never! #Uhhh maybe I'll get some requests done before the new year #If not then I'll probably just clear out my inbox and start again

[deerspherestudios]

Hello, I have a question about Mycheal's fears, that is, is he afraid of something besides loneliness? (I'm sorry if there's something wrong with the text, I'm just writing through a translator😅)

I've actually answered that here!

Since I receive repeated asks sometimes, I'll just direct the answers with links for newcomers ::-)! You can find a bunch of existing facts on the FAQs on the pinned blog post, though!

#mushroom oasis vn #mychael ask #im really working on clearing out my inbox but gawgh it's taking a while

[hazuki-tanuki]

jimmy is my favorite, n the way u drew him is perfect ! i don't think i've seen a better teen interpretation. if you find the time, i would love to see more of teen jimmy in ur style <3

jimmy is one of my favs to draw!! only drawn him three times so far but i would like to draw him and craigs gang a whole lot more....

#my art #sorry this ask is kinda old!! im trying to clear out my inbox a little :P #south park #jimmy valmer