I read that "he holds the credit card above Engels head and tells her to only buy the necessities"... but what if she doesn't???
What if Engel just goes on a huge shopping spree and only uses his card. She's like, "You said you wanted to be the beard winner of the household anyway😇". And like she calls him her "sugar daddy" as a joke sometimes.
Ok this is from ages ago and got buried in my drafts, sorry!
König does not want to be called daddy :(( Or does he...?
CW: Smut 18+ only, daddy kink (?), flustered König
The shopping spree wouldn't make him angry. He wouldn't even be surprised: after all, that's what women do sooner or later if you give them your credit card. But rules are rules, and he has to take the card away for a bit now. He'll give it back when has to leave you again, don't worry, but it's on ice for now. He ends up scolding you softly, in the middle of the piles of all the new stuff you just showed him.
"I'll let it go this once, Engel. These are nice things you bought. But remember what I said: too much sugar is bad for you."
You look up at him like the most innocent being on this earth, clasp your hands together, and blink.
"But I thought you're my sugar daddy...?"
"Was... Was–What did you call me?" König almost chokes on his words.
"It's... It's just a joke," you try, not expecting a reaction like this at all. König simply scoffs and marches out of the room, credit card safely tucked away in one of his pockets. You can only look at his departing form, baffled and confused: König has never left you like this, like you just one-upped him.
He's on edge the rest of the evening and the better part of the night, too, tense and frustrated after his latest work patch and especially after you called him your sugar daddy. But that doesn't mean König doesn't seek comfort from you come nightfall.
And he always says you're lovely and cute when he makes love to you, even now when he's sweaty and slightly bothered, turning you around from position to position as if he's been away for too long and wants to feel all of you in one go.
"Am I your good girl...?" You whimper while looking up, doting and adoring while König is working you both into a frustrated release.
But the thing you can never get past is that he says you're cute.
He says it while his balls slap against you, while they get slick and slippery with your wet, he says you're cute when your cheeks pang with heat and your lips part, swollen and breathless, he says you're cute when he sees how your eyes can't even focus anymore because he's giving it to you so good.
"Of course you are," he coos back, "you're my good girl. My silly, sweet angel... Always so sweet for me."
He says you're good and sweet and cute, you're warm and make him so happy, how you're such an angel. And he holds your hand while he does it, kissing you while he destroys you with his cock, while you're breathless and brainless and about to cry and then, well... It just slips.
"Please, I'm gonna cum," you moan in his mouth, needy and about to break. "Please, please, please, daddy…"
He fucks up the rhythm of his thrusts, stopping only a few inches away from orgasm.
"Don't...call me that…!" He stutters through clenched teeth, all his tender cooings forgotten. Then he picks up the pace and loves you until you squirm on the bed, until you arch your back as you cum, helpless and wet and mewling around his cock. It's one of those orgasms that make you forget your name and his name too, your long moans and cries surely reaching even the neighboring houses where people are trying to sleep.
"You little–" he rumbles in your neck, still catching his breath. "What has gotten into you...?"
You don't know if König is pleased or furious when cums only seconds after you, balls pressed flush against you and weeks worth of longing shot inside you with a series of desperate grunts. He goes slack after that and collapses on top of you, sweaty and spent and powerful heart slamming against your ribs.
Poor man's world has gone off its axis twice this day, and you giggle a little, hugging him while he's there, still deep inside of you. You really shouldn't push it with your jokes, but you just can't help it. König is so easy to tease.
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Remember that time
Laois dealt with the projection of all his insecurities and disappointments with human society (his parents' uncomprehending disapproval of who he fundamentally was as a person, the schoolmates who bullied him for not fitting in, the colleagues who took advantage of his trusting nature, and the guy who he thought was his best friend turning out to be someone who just sorta tolerated him) by conjuring up a manifestation of his special interest (monsters) to literally crush them?
Certified and iconic Autistic Joy(TM) moment right there. Good for him and his swag.
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My thoughts on the new update
Nice double vanishing point perspective! (This is what I'm learning about in art class right now.)
So Sky WAS running all around and that's why he was out of breath going down stairs in the last comic.
Holy smoking Sonic the Hedgehog that guy is fast. Also, can confirm: running with knife-hands does in fact make you run faster.
Close up of that face ehehehe >,'C
XD this is so funny. But who do you think said it?
It looks to me like it was Legend who said it based on where Sky and Warriors are looking. Here, let me make it clearer with laser eyes:
Also Warriors is Mr. Grumpypants. He's probably in army-intel-and-strategy mode. Or he he's just irritable after getting no sleep, wrangling a bunch of hot-blooded teens, and watching his friend almost die and miraculously recover.
Eyyy! Wild's got his new sword! He was probably just showing it to Twilight. From this angle, it looks like he and Twilight are holding hands. Also, Time has humongous hands.
Loving these dark spooky forest vibes. I'll definitely be doing a panel-background repaint of one of these.
Yeah! You glow girl!
(Teeheehee I just wanted to make that joke. That's the only reason why I put this panel here tweeheehee)
My face when I saw this sword on the ground: 😳😃 because oh my Hylia I want that sword so bad. I love scimitars. In other news, you know what I don't see on the ground? The Shadow's cursed axe of Horrible Evilness. I wonder if Sky noticed.
Yup. Portal. There we go! No one's surprised except for Sky. But check out what's in the foreground. That helmet. Wasn't that the Shadow's helmet when it/he was in [giant metal knight] form? (I can't remember what the name of the monster type was. Something nut I think.)
This face. Enough said.
Oh boy. Wild's face when he realizes that he didn't 'kill' it--or it resurrected. Also Sky, you drink up that stamina potion. You deserve it.
Time looking rather fine. Or like he's in an anime title sequence. And he's speaking like he swallowed an 1850's fireside poetry book again. (I think it's endearing.)
And there we go! My first thoughts on this comic. Oh! JK! One more thought!! VV
It doesn't say 'Dawn Pt 8' so does that mean the next arc starts in the next comic? 👀
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