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nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

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mango-flavored bravery (ink) and some kinda solar eclipse (error)

🍁🧸☕🍂 happy sweet november everyone!! staying comfortable this season, I hope? (ㅅ´ ˘ `)₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ to celebrate this in-between weather, please enjoy two pieces that come in a pair, ft. my favorite character duo (a.k.a. my muses for like, ever TAT AHHH) !!

ink sans by the illustrious @comyet, error sans by the ultra-talented @loverofpiggies!

[thetwoacesillustrations]

Sweet Embrace

<3

[kiera-anne-in-wonderland]

1) The Wedding

2) The Honeymoon

3) The "Who The Fuck Did I Marry?" (affectionate) phase

Soooooooooo

(Thought and more meme with book 7 spoiler underneath)

Ah Malleus the icon that you are, I am going to be so broke once they release the overblot card and the fact they release Malleus first is crazy)

So here is my prediction, these overblot cards will be a continuation of the Book 7 dream card. It will contain two outfits, one is the overblot form which is non groovy form and the second is the dream special outfit (in Malleus case it is his prince outfit) which will be the groovy. Because all of the overblot gang got a special outfit in book 7.

(Edit: update I WAS RIGHT)

If this is the case, this leaves just Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, and Grim without a dream card, and I feel like they could get some for Book 8. I feel like we will be using dreams to figure out the mystery with the mirror, so maybe that how they will get a special outfit.

Moving on

Look we will not going to get into this topic today, I find his design to be quite weak but I keep freaking drawing it for over two year. It a real love hate relationship here so yeah.

[2aceofspades]

Another year

Happy birthday

(:

[sleepis4theweak]

He's a creepy lil dude <3

[flonkertainment]

Finally!!

After 2.5 years of waiting and medical stuff, I was finally able to start Testosterone two days ago!! (I posted this on Twitter and completely forgot about Tumblr lol) My life completely turned around when I got an unexpected call from my doctor where she told me that I can finally start T now. Before that, I was told to not expect anything until october because of summer break, and due to long waiting times I thought I would have to hold on until next year...well, until the Trans Fairies decided to just say whoop whoop f3ck summer break time for Testo NOW

So why not celebrate the probably best event in my life with a quick drawing of me and the characters that helped me through these last long months of waiting the most!

To every Trans Person out there waiting for life-saving medical care, please keep going! No matter how rough the waiting might be, it certainly was rough for me, it is worth it! Stay strong and safe everyone, you're the coolest motherf3ckers to ever exist!!

Thank you so much to everyone who supported me so far, especially the folks who stuck around from the beginning of this account and the ones who keep interacting with my stuff and saying the kindest things about it! Love you all, and have a great day!

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Ahhh, you are too kind! I'm so glad you liked it <3

(Book for overthinking brains though, why are they like this?)

Heyy! I just read the Moon Knight sleeping hcs and had a thought, I hope you could write a small drabble or something.

You said Marc usually falls asleep naked when it's hot, so what if one day there's a heatwave or something and he wants to sleep but he doesn't know how the reader will react to it once dhe comes over because he hasn't done it in front of her yet and they've been dating for a couple of months and poor baby starts overthinking. Lots of overthinking and comfort please. 🤍🤍🤍

Aww this is so cute! Thank you so much for requesting!

Bare

Marc Spector x gn!Reader • Rating: mature pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Marc's not sure if he should sleep how he wants.

Warnings: Fluff, nakedness, sweat, overthinking, overuse of italics, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 744

“You okay?” You give Marc a smile as you watch him from the doorway, he’s been standing in the middle of the room for a good fifteen seconds. Just staring at the bed. His hand on the waistband of his jogging bottoms. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he gives you a weak smile and shakes his head, “just… thinking.” 

You nod, deciding not to push it. It’s too hot and you're exhausted from the day. 

Your bedroom window is as open as it can be, but the London nighttime air isn’t half as cool as you hoped it would be. 

Screw the UK and its general lack of air conditioning. And building houses to keep the heat in. (Even though you’d be thankful in the winter.) 

You slip past him and get into bed. He’s slept over before, plenty of times in fact. Maybe he was thinking about whether to get under the covers or not. 

You can’t help it as the stress from the day quickly overtakes you and you fall asleep almost the second your head hits the pillow. 

Marc stays where he is. Thinking. 

Usually, when it was this hot, he slept naked. 

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen him without clothes, you’d both seen each other bare plenty of times. It was just that those times usually involved more physical activities, and normally you were both taking each other's clothes off. So there was clear consent really, expectation of nakedness. I’m taking your clothes off so I know you’re naked. This was more… unexpected? 

He bites his bottom lip. Why was this even an issue? He should have just asked, “Hey, can I sleep naked in your bed?” That was what he wanted to check, it was your bed, so he should ask, shouldn’t just assume. But now…

He glances at your peaceful sleeping face. It would be unfair to wake you just for that. 

He breathes in deeply and turns off the side lamp before getting in bed. 

Marc tries his absolute hardest to go to sleep, he really does. But his thin jogging bottoms feel like they are made of thermal insulation. 

He shrugs them off, throwing them gently to the floor before he lays back down. Sweat beads on his chest. He shifts, moving onto his side. Then his stomach. Then his other side. Finally, back to his back. 

This was fucking ridiculous. He stares at his phone. Forty eight minutes had passed.

“Shit.” He grumbles and pulls off his boxers. He  throws them to the floor to join his other clothing. You wouldn’t care, why would you care? He was being stupid. 

And finally he drifted off. 

.

The sun was in your eyes through the crack in the curtains you’d left open to get as much fresh air in as you could. You squint at the window and grumble before you turn over and flop your arm over Marc as you get comfy again. 

Your fingers skim his hip and… oh. That was a pleasant surprise. As you shifted closer his bare ass greeted you. 

You lift your head a fraction to enjoy the view and Marc tenses under your touch.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out.

“What?” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he goes to grope around on the floor for his boxers aimlessly. “I should have asked-”

You frown, thoroughly confused. “Should have asked what?” 

“If I could sleep naked, I thought, didn’t think- I was tired, and hot and-”

“What are you talking about?” You prop yourself up a little so you can look at him, your eyes still blurry with sleep. 

“Me. Being naked.” He says softly, not looking at you. 

“Oh. Why are you sorry about that?” 

“Because,” he swallows. “I didn’t ask if I could?” 

You pause to think, trying to add two and two together to get the seven Marc was obviously on. “Why do you need to ask?” 

“It’s… your bed?” His voice is quiet, timid almost.

“So? It’s your bed too?” You lay back down and yawn, sleep beckoning you again. “I like you being naked anyway.” 

Marc relaxes and smiles ever so slightly. “You do?” 

“Yeah, you can walk around the flat naked if you want.” You yawn again, your voice already thick with sleep. You snuggle up to him and kiss his shoulder before you start to drift off. 

Marc beams, the knot of anxiety dissolving. Of course, you didn’t mind. “I love you.” He whispers before he closes his eyes. 

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Chief engineer of my heart~ <3

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HEHE

random thought i had- so chan's like the biggest ler ever right?? i was just thinking he never teases by saying "is it ticklish~?" like the others do and in that one meme interview the members were talking abt how they treat innie as the maknae. i noticed he said "we hug him, we kiss him, we..." then he trailed off. what if he can't say the t word in english or korean?? that would be so cute!!

say it~

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.5k

𝙖/𝙣: BAHAHHA SURPRISE BITCHES <3 fic for youuuuu!!~ happy 7th debut anniversary, skz :D, sorry if this is crap bc i still do have a fever URGHHG

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, use of camera, channie is just so cute

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

"Wait, no, no—WAIT! GUYS!" Chan's voice cracked as he struggled against the hands pinning him down. He had no idea how he had gotten into this position, but based on the grins that faced him, it had been set up for some time.

“You all suck so bad,” Chan gritted out, tugging at his arms. They weren’t budging.

“No, hyung,” Jeongin sing-songed, cracking his knuckles dramatically. “We love you. That’s why we’re doing this.”

Chan was about to retort when Jisung wiggled his fingers threateningly over his ribs. The reaction was instant—his stomach clenched, breath hitched, and his entire body tensed.

“Oho, he’s already reacting,” Jisung cackled, nudging Changbin. “We haven’t even touched him yet!”

Chan squeezed his eyes shut, praying for a miracle. He could handle this. He was a grown man. He could—

“Aw, he’s all scrunched up! Like a little worm!” Felix cooed. “Are you ticklish, Channie?”

“Guys—wait, we can talk about this,” Chan tried, already feeling the panic set in as he tugged uselessly at his arms. He could feel his cheeks burning at Felix's comment.

“Nope, no talking,” Minho smirked, settling comfortably beside him. “We all agreed. You work too hard, you stress too much, and we need to remind you how to relax.”

“This is not how relaxation works—!” Chan yelped mid-sentence as a single finger trailed down his exposed side, his whole body jolting.

The chorus of evil little giggles around him made his stomach drop.

“Hyung, you know you can’t fight all of us,” Seungmin said from above, his grip on Chan’s wrists tightening. “So just be good and take your punishment. You know you deserve it.”

“I—I haven’t done anything wrong!” Chan whined, already laughing from nerves alone.

“Oh, you have,” Jisung grinned from beside Minho, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You never take a break, you refuse to let us help you, and—” he leaned in, his lips curving into a slow smirk, “—you get super flustered when we make you say that word.”

Chan’s heart skipped. “W-What word?”

They were evil. Absolute menaces. Because Chan did know what to say. But they also knew that saying it made him want to curl into a ball and disappear.

“Come on, Channie, you know what we’re talking about,” Felix grinned, fingers flexing in the air threateningly. “Your word...you know, the one you hate saying so much but love at the same time?”

Chan's face turned bright red.

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, clutching at his chest. “Hyung, are you...embarrassed?”

“I—” Chan struggled, eyes darting from one member to the next, only to realize every single one of them had the same evil look in their eyes.

They knew. They all knew. Of course they knew.

"Why are you doing this to meee—" Chan whined, trying to block out their teasing grins.

“Oh, we’re just doing a little experiment,” Hyunjin drawled, stretching dramatically before wiggling his fingers ominously above Chan’s torso. “You see, our dear leader is always working so hard, always so serious. We think it’s time he lets loose.”

Felix leaned down, voice soft and teasing. “You know what it is, right?~”

Chan clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head violently.

“Nope, not falling for that,” Changbin chuckled, ruffling his hair. “We’re gonna make you say it.”

“A lot,” Jeongin added. "And we all know you love it~"

Chan opened his mouth to deny it, but before he could, ten fingers dug into his ribs at once.

"N-NO!!" Chan screeched. Because of course he wasn't ticklish...

"NAHAHAAHHAA!! THIS IS SO UNFAHAAHAHAHAIR—FUHUHUCK MIHIHIHINHO STOHOHOHOP!!" Channie howled, his arms puling uselessly, his whole body writhing in ticklish agony.

"Ohhh, so cute~" Minho teased, his hands darting down to Channie's hips, while Seungmin moved to his ribs. "Let's tickle him more."

The attack doubled in intensity. Seungmin had found a viciously effective spot just beneath his ribs, while Jisung, ever the little menace, was kneading at his stomach with the practiced skill of someone who knew exactly where to aim. Minho stayed perched on his legs, his fingers lazily kneading into Chan’s hips in slow, agonizing little circles just to make him jump.

"I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!! I CAHAHAHAHANT SAY IT!! OHOMYGOD STAHAHAHAHHAHAAPPP!!!"

“Maybe we should help him out,” Minho hummed, smirking as he leaned in closer. “We’ll say it for you—”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Jisung sang, wiggling his fingers tauntingly over Chan’s stomach.

Chan let out the most humiliated squeak, shoving his head into his bicep as he squirmed away from the many hands tickling every sensitive spot on him.

"IHIHIT'S SO BAHAHAHAHHAHHAD!!" wailed Channie, wiggling, his wide grin stretched across his face as he cackled, his face burning red at the simple thought of that one safeword.

Minho’s fingers latched onto the soft, kneadable skin of Chan's sides, pressing in with devastating precision. At the same time, Jisung and Hyunjin launched a seriously mean, synchronized assault on his underarms, while Seungmin focused solely on his ribs, scribbling his fingers in the absolute worst way. The sensation was overwhelming, setting every nerve in his body alight.

"I CAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!!" Chan was dying. He could barely breathe, his stomach ached from laughing so hard, and he was sure his face was as red as a tomato. But he refused—

“Not gonna say it, huh?” Minho mused. “Alright. Boys, finish him.”

It was chaos. Changbin latched onto his hip bones, massaging the sensitive spots with cruel precision. Felix squeezed at his knees, making Chan howl. Jisung wiggled his fingers under his ribs, and Jeongin skittered all ten fingers down his neck.

"I FUHUHUHUCKING HATE YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHALLLL!!!"

Chan twisted desperately, but the laughter was relentless. His body was burning, the sensations unbearable. He tried to resist, tried to endure—

"IHIHIT—IT—"

But then Minho leaned down, lips right next to his ear. “Just say it, Channie.”

That was the final straw. Between the teasing words and the unrelenting tickles, Chan couldn’t take it anymore.

"IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHHAHAD!!" He squeaked, his face burning red as he finally got a break, still giggling as his arms were finally free, shoving away the other hands still poking at the soft spots on his belly.

“Oh,” Minho smirked. “That was adorable.”

Chan was a wrecked mess, sprawled out on the floor, his chest rising and falling with every breathless giggle that still fell from his lips. His cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet, and his entire body felt like jelly after the relentless attack. His hands shot up to cover his face as he whined, muffled between his hands.

“I hate you all,” He repeated in a wheeze, but the giggles that still bubbled out of him completely ruined the threat.

The members only laughed at his misery, crowding around him with smug grins.

“Awwhh, Channie hyung, you’re so cute when you’re wrecked~” Seungmin cooed, poking at his ribs just to make him jolt.

“Say it one more time for us, hyung,” Jisung teased. “Come on, just one more tim—”

“NO!” Chan shot up, his hands still firmly pressed over his face as he curled in on himself. “Absolutely not!”

That was when he noticed the devious look on Felix’s face—the way his phone was held up, still aimed directly at him.

Something inside him froze in fear.

“Lixie...” he said slowly, his voice suddenly quiet in a way that made the others snicker. “What…what are you doing?”

Felix beamed, tilting his head innocently. “I just made sure STAYs got to see their precious leader’s adorable cackle fits in real-time.” He said sweetly.

“What?...” Chan’s stomach dropped.

“I posted it to your Bubble~” Felix announced, and Chan’s entire soul left his body.

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

The dorm exploded with laughter as Chan let out a screech of pure horror, scrambling for his phone as his notifications exploded with STAY's reactions. His face was burning as he stared at the comments, every single one of them gushing over how cute he was and, worse—how they would never let him live this down.

He groaned and flopped back against the couch, burying his burning face in his hands again as his members poked and prodded at him, still teasing him mercilessly.

Seungmin continued playing the clips at top volume in Chan's ear just to embarrass him, and it worked. Just listening to his cackles rewind again and again made Chan feel like burying himself in a hole and dying.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jeongin grinned. “STAYs love you.”

Chan let out another muffled, utterly humiliated whine, and the members only laughed harder.

[uhohdad]

What about Loser!Konig x Bimbo! reader? Konig somehow bagged a total catch and did not know how to act or smth lol

:]

(18+) König x Bimbo!Reader

He’s really not sure how this happened. He suspects that he gave off the ‘jock’ impression from stature alone, and you just never bothered to dig beyond looks. Oblivious to the perverted, deranged, loser of a man that lies festering just beneath the surface.

He’s basically a giant purse. An accessory, a big strong plaything at your side, a hunk of meat to fill the role of ‘boyfriend.’ A trophy, a bodyguard, a long, thick cock to fill you up at the end of the day.

He still lies awake at night, staring at you while you sleep on his chest, entirely dumbfounded. It’s a dream come true, yes, but it was something he had never anticipated, let alone prepared for.

His best defense is staying silent. Never sharing his thoughts or opinions on anything, nodding along with wide eyes at every little minute detail you share about your day, hoping you can’t see right through him. You make it easy, though, because all you ever seem to do is talk about yourself, so caught in your own pink and sparkly bubble it doesn’t even cross your mind to ask him anything about himself. It’s hard to be thoughtful when your favorite flavor of lipgloss goes on sale, or you’re dealing with the harrowing struggle of deciding which color to paint your nails, or the truly distressing drama tearing apart the pack of sluts you call friends.

Tolerating the mind-numbing things you deem significant is all worth it, though. When you’re on your knees, pretty eyes staring up at him as you deep throat his cock, allegedly water-proof mascara streaming down your face while you stave off your gags. Or when you’re straddling him, bouncing up and down on his cock and moaning like a true whore, soft hands feeling up the muscles that keep you on his lap. Or when you’re on your back, legs spread and cunt soaked around him as he watches your tits respond to the ruthless pounding he’s giving you, fucking what little thoughts you have from your head. He doesn’t hold back, abusing your cunt in retaliation for making him endure your idiocy day in and day out, treating you like the simple-minded slut you are. Hips slamming into your trembling thighs, bullying your g-spot, filling you to the brim and forcing a squeaky, annoying moan from you with each thrust. Grunting degradations and manhandling you with a hardened touch until you’re dripping with his finish.

And you love it, too. If it didn’t feel so fucking good he’d laugh. You’re too dim-witted to see how he looks down on you, degrades you, reduces you to your body. You’re just his trophy, a plaything, a warm hole to fuck at the end of the day.

Even if you didn’t know it, you two were made for each other ♡

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

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happy 4th doomsday anniversary!