#thanks for ask 💕

[sideswipesjetpack]

Hey… so me and @reader-from-nowhere made a crack comic.. turned angst… come eat..

SHOUTOUT TO MAGMAAAA PEAKKK ONG

Somewhat au?? SKNSKSJSKSJSJS

[syluses]

you are such a talented writer—literally art through words

i have got to ask: how was/is sylus during your pregnancy? how does he feel seeing your body change to accommodate growing his big babies?

also, does she end up giving him a girl? do they end up having even more? 🤭

ohhh thank you dear thats so sweet to hear!! 🥹💖 pls take this lil drabble as a long answer lol :,) [based off this fic] CW: slight yandere, pregnancy, suggestive, dubious feelings

hehe OKAY so sylus is super attentive to mc we’ve established that!! also i don’t wanna say he falls more in love with you bc that’s quite literally impossible- he’s already down atrocious. but that’s not to say something inside him doesn’t soften and melt into a puddle whenever he sees your belly bump or rubs it reverently with his hand. your pregnancy both reminds him to be strong, to be that one grounding force in your life, the thing both you and your blossoming family can lean on- but at the same time it brings the epiphany that he’s just a man at the end of the day… and if one thing will make him weak, it’s his wifey <3

but to concisely answer your question: sylus is possessive, yes- hawk-like in the way he watches over you, but he’s also very soft. he knows and hates that he can’t be around the base all the time for you (if life was simpler, he’d be glued to your side 24/7), especially when you’re at your most vulnerable, too big to properly move, hormonal and requiring some sort of aid- emotional or physical- around the clock.

luke and kieran help where they can and sylus silently entrusts that they’ll hold the fort down while he’s gone, but even then, papa isn’t the keenest on the idea of the boys lingering around you for long periods of time,… especially when he isn’t there as well. it’s not that he worries they’ll make some sort of move on you or anything (God knows they’d sooner wish death upon themselves than to lay a hand on sylus’s girl), but more so that you’ll grow a little too lenient on them. he’s not an incredibly jealous guy,.. but the streak is certainly there.

sylus thinks there’s something undeniably intimate in it as well: his beautiful wife pregnant with his kin, relying solely and fully on him. it deepens your bond, and your trust in him (and ultimately your affection, he hopes).

oh and seeing your body change and reshape itself to accommodate his kids ABSOLUTELY drives him crazy. you’ll be insecure and whatnot, subconsciously trying to wrap yourself in baggy clothes (his massive wardrobe making that very convenient), walking around the manor with a blanket draped over your shoulders, not meeting his eyes when sylus inevitably can’t keep his hands off for any longer and brings you to bed. but he’ll kiss away those tears you can’t help from falling and croon at your ear, his hands will appreciatively roam over all those new curves you loathe and he’ll be super super gentle when he fucks you... tell you the sweetest things- purring reassurance in that velvety, deep voice of his as his lips meld lovingly with yours.

seeing you a lil plump, extra soft and vulnerable- round with his children- makes it near impossible to keep a level head around you but he does his best. you’re always the priority, even when it feels like he’ll cum in his pants like a teenager when you slot yourself in his arms and bashfully guide his big hands toward your aching, swollen breasts. someone is standing at attention immediately.

ahem. also… this outcome can be imagined in another way, that’s completely fine wit me— but in my head, sylus DOES end up getting the precious baby girl he wanted. is he satisfied? oh one hundred freakin percent. for… how long? eh. maybe anywhere from half a year to twelve months before that baby fever kicks right back in and puts reader on her ASS. poor exhausted woman is furious at him for constantly nudging her towards having a bigger family; but to be fair, sylus won’t actually voice those returning wants until weeks or months down the line, for that exact reason. he doesn’t wanna piss her off too bad haha.

this time around he’ll try to cushion the blow by saying ‘oh but we have two boys and only one girl- we need just one more to tie the numbers up. our little sweetheart will hate us if we don’t give her someone to play dolls with, dont you think?’ or some nonsense like that. im sorry but to me, sylus wants a big family. i dunno i just think that man WANTS DESPERATELY for mc to domesticate his crazy ass!!! a bunch of trifling lil toddlers scampering around his home seems like a great way to do that! i mean, if not, what else would his house be so massive for? honestly, you’d both just be wasting the space otherwise :(

in any case, your mean pouty face can’t fool sylus. you absolutely adore those little ragamuffins he gave you and will give you. there’s no denying that. <3

[ruushes]

auri is hot

correct 😌 you've unlocked this stupid cheesecake drawing i was going to keep to myself

[uhohdad]

hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*

(18+) Dress Shopping with Loser!König

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“What do you think of this one?”

Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.

Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.

Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.

Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.

Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.

Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.

Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.

Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.

“Äh, it didn’t fit.”

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Loser!König

[smoky-moka]

Absolutely ADORE your spideypool size difference: Peter being all lithe and toned like an acrobat and wade being more hulking literally makes their differences in fighting styles soo clear from a single glance!!! Also ADORE your stylisation, how their character designs are soo distinct while still capturing the core essence of their original designs!! I especially love your choice to really lean into Wade's disfigurement, how he literally looks like a corpse - because he IS a walking corpse!!! And the choice to give him that distinctive facial scar, revealing his teeth? BRILLIANT!!! And all your poses are soo dynamic, they literally BLEED energy!!! And this is just talking about your art itself, let alone your humour and dialogue!! Love love love LOVE IT ALL!!!💕🎉💕✨💕✨💕✨💕💕✨🎉

🥺…thank you so much…❤️❤️❤️

[emry-stars-art]

Can I be cheeky and ask for some more tiny jellyfish Neil? I love him so much. In my pocket.

In your pocket!

[cozymochi]

H-HELLO🥺😭💕💗💕💗 I REALLY LOVE NYOKA!!😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖 He's really a wonderful OC! You're doing a great job with it, he's really cool!💕✨ (AND YOU—)

So I drew a little comic🤗💖❤️ This is my Shuu🐿️, who admires him very much!!✨✨✨ She would have worn his ponytail instead so he wouldn't get tired— HEHWHW

I hope you enjoy it and that it's okay🥺😭💦 I wish you a good day/night!!!🙏❤️💖❤️💖

A COMIC?? Oh yooo 😭💖 thank you!!

Obsessed in particular with his wittle bean face in the second panel. NYou drew him super well altogether 😭💖 I love it so muchhh jgshsgshsghsg THANK YOU.

Not pictured: the up close shot.

[driftingmoonmenace]

🌻

I started doing some design concepts for my Silent Hill AU boys the other day 😌

'send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want' ask game

[star-steph06]

Can I see how you draw lipstick kiss marks? Whichever characters you like, I'm just interested to see your style

I hope this is good! I can totally show a more inept version of how I do the kiss marks and lips if that what you meant.

But I do have to thank you because this made me product the best Dick Grayson art I’ve ever done 😭

[just-some-user-hunny]

soft yandere nikto who makes subtle changes here and there, harmless things. the police couldn’t, wouldn’t do anything about the ominous sticky notes littered around the house - change the locks, they said. can’t really charge someone for writing sweet lil nothings and leaving them for you to read

then it got worse. woke up one day to mystery money transfers in your bank account or your damn laundry was done and hanging out to dry but you don’t remember… finishing up that chore, hmm… could’ve sworn the fridge was empty but oop! chock full of groceries, …is that a heart?

This whole concept reminds me of @xzaddyzanakinx fic about ghost-face anakin, and omg yes please do check it out its literally this premise! (it is a yandere dark fic, so keep that in mind, but I'd check it out if that's something you're interested in! It's extremely well written and fun to read)

Also tw for mentioned human heart at the end!!

It's the buildup for me. Everything falls into place far too well, to the point you can't blame it on coincidences and good luck or bad memory anymore.

Like yeah you absentmindedly reblogged that money manifestion post on your account without thinking about it, and now you have another 600 appear out of nowhere in your account? Must have been really good luck! But then it keeps happening more and more often, to the point it's weekly and you can't find an explanation anymore.

Or chores being done around the house. You start to think maybe you're losing your mind a little when you find your bed made with fresh sheets, and your old ones tumbling around in the dryer when you don't recall doing any of that yourself.

And you swear you doing remember buying a pig heart from the butchers. You only buy bacon from there... So why the hell is there a raw bloodied heart sitting in your fridge? Has someone put that there? The same person who has been filling your bank account and doing your mundane chores?

You're not sure what to do, other than stand barefoot in your kitchen adorned in lounge clothes and a half-drunk mug of tea clasped between your palms in fright. Unaware of the daunting figure outside peering through your kitchen window with his night vision headset, his gaze intense and dark and confused.

Didn't he like what they caught for you? He carved it out of that man's ribs that very evening. The same man who had been following you home after your shifts from work, a drunkard mechanic who worked next door from yours and was getting too threatening for Andre's comfort.

He took care of it. Allow him to shower you in tokens of his devotion. Isn't he such a good guard dog?

[sideswipesjetpack]

still a bit upset about the fact that one is more popular than the other but it is what it is, so I want to drop this :(

THEYRE ADORABKE!! I love these so much AHHHHHHH!!! I’ll keep them together 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ family doesn’t get left behind

It’s okay dude, most people loves one of them atleast

Take these guys as my offering back

[lifemod17]

i'm going insane, you guys want anything?

📸: shotsfromthedark | instagram

All Things Go Festival || 09/29/2024

[ivystoryweaver]

Congratulations on one year! You are such a bright light in the Tumblrverse. : )

Could I request a very soft dom Jake tying a fem reader's hands with his tie? Bonus if she's a fluffy lady. If that's not your thing I totally understand and no worries. I love your writing and I cannot wait to catch up with all of it. <3

Wahhh it took me so long, I'm so so sorry. Your message is so sweet and means a lot! I love this idea and I wanted to give it my full attention. I know Jake is supposed to be soft dom here, but gotta make her a little spicy too, hope you don't mind. But trust me, Jake loves it, in this case.

Tied Up - Jake Lockley

Pairing: soft dom!husband!Jake Lockley x curvy/fluffy!wife!reader Word count: ~1.4k *banner does not indicate reader’s race

Content: slightly tipsy consensual activities, bondage, Jake loves thighs, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, mention of m. and f. oral, mention of p in v, mention of a safeword, language, not beta'd

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"Happy anniversary," Jake murmured against your ear, unlocking the front door of your flat and guiding you inside with one hand firmly clasping yours.

As soon as the door was bolted behind you, he used his grip on you to spin you around, cinch you close and press his lips to yours urgently.

Dinner was delicious and you'd enjoyed just enough wine to feel warm and willing to melt into your husband's demanding embrace.

As his tongue coaxed you into a salacious, hungry kiss, his gloved hands pressed you against his body. Tracing over your curves, he groaned in your mouth as he gripped your hips and pushed you up against the wall.

"Not gonna make it to the bedroom, mi reina," he breathed against your mouth, fingers toying with the hem of your dress to drag it up over your thick thighs - his favorite part of you.

Grabbing him by the tie, you yanked him closer, if that were possible. "It's my wedding anniversary, Mr. Lockley, you better treat me right."

"Si, Señora Lockley," he purred, kissing you again before guiding you by the hand to the kitchen, of all places.

"Sit down," he ordered, pulling his black leather gloves off his fingers one at a time as you slowly complied.

"This chair doesn't seem very comfortable. Not when we have a brand new bed in the bedroom," you playfully complained.

With his gloves removed, he used them to trace along your cheek before leaning down close to your face. "You don't need to be comfortable to come all over this chair. You just need to do what you're told."

"Really?" You taunted. "A minute ago, it was 'mi reina' this and 'mi hermosa esposa' in the car, and now you want to boss me around?" Reaching for his tie again, you yanked, bringing his mouth to yours. Licking his lips, you worked his mouth open, kissing him deeply before biting down on his plush bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss.

"Mmm, hold this for me," he said, nonchalantly stuffing one glove in your mouth to silence you.

Your eyes shot open wide at his boldness, but you could feel dampness pooling in the lace panties you'd bought just for this occasion.

Standing back up, he unknotted his tie and slowly pulled it free from his collar. "Spread your legs for me."

You thought about defying him, just to see what he would do, but you were so intrigued, and getting so wet that you decided to comply.

You opened your legs wide which automatically pushed the skirt of your dress over your thick thighs, revealing your panties to your husband.

He licked his lips, but moved around behind you. "Be still for me," he murmured against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Tracing his fingertips down the length of your arm, he gently maneuvered both of your arms behind the chair. You gasped through the glove in your mouth as you realized he was tying you up with his tie.

He secured your wrists, but left your arms loose and comfortable enough to not distract from the inevitable incoming pleasure.

Easing back around to see your face, he wet his lips at the sight of you tied up, luscious thighs spread wide for him, dark, damp spot staining your gorgeous panties. And the tiniest bit of drool dribbled out the edge of your mouth where his glove was gagging you.

"You want this," he nodded, a self-assured glint in his dark eyes making you pull against your restraints, even as wetness leaked onto the chair between your thighs.

Kneeling down worshipfully, his eyes glazed over with lust as his hands touched your bare thighs. "You're soaked." His thumbs lightly massaged you as his fingers inched higher. "I can smell you."

You moaned through the leather glove, thighs practically shaking in anticipation. "How fast can I make you come if I put my tongue on you, mi reina?"

His fingers finally found the hem of your panties, teasing your hip bones, making you whimper, eyes begging for his touch.

He traced lazy, nonchalant circles on your bare skin, just underneath the soft lace, tracing closer to your aching center.

You whimpered his name, muffled by the glove. His eyes darkened with lust, locking onto yours.

Fingertips finally found the weeping, wet core of you, stroking your folds with a featherlight touch.

Your hips bucked against his hand, desperately seeking some friction, or anything besides his teasing. One corner of his mouth curled as he he cupped your mound with his whole hand, forcing you still. But even that bit of pressure from the heel of his hand on your clit made you moan, pushing your hips into him as best you could in this vulnerable position.

"Take what you want. I won't stop you," he taunted as you started pushing your hips against his whole hand, grinding on his palm, whimpering in slight relief at the friction.

"Fuck, baby...so hot. Fuck my hand. Take what you want."

Your hips bucked harder and faster, chasing anything you could get. Seeing you so desperate for his touch - your strong, broad hips working back and forth, your gorgeous, thick thighs spread wide for him, make Jake groan and push two fingers deep inside your pussy.

You sobbed in relief as he massaged your walls, meeting the rocking of your hips with expert curls of his fingertips inside you. It took a few more strokes deep inside and one swipe of his thumb over your clit for you to explode, pleasure completely blinding you.

Your muffled scream turned Jake on beyond belief, and he watched you carefully as tears leaked out of your eyes and drool dribbled down your chin. Your walls gripped his fingers, wetness gushing all over his hand as you pulled against your restraints.

"Fuck honey," he panted, watching as he made a complete mess of you in just a few minutes.

Your body shook with pleasure and overstimulation as he stroked you past your orgasm until you slumped back against the chair.

"You okay?" He asked, carefully removing the glove from your mouth and peering into your eyes.

You quickly nodded, panting as he touched his forehead to yours. With a quick kiss to your parched lips, he got you a glass of water and a towel to help clean up your mouth and tracks of mascara down your cheeks.

Once you had a minute to recover, he kissed you again. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable, because I'm not done with you yet."

"Is that right?" You shot back. "And what if I'm done with this damn chair?"

"You want out of the chair, all you have to do is say the word." He stared you down challengingly.

Of course you and Jake had a safeword. But it was a huge standoff between the two of you to never use it. You had pushed one another time after time, seeing who would break first. You had only said it once when you were really dizzy and disoriented one time.

He'd never used it, the fucker.

So you knew you were in for a long time in this hard chair if you weren't willing to give in.

Which you weren't.

Damn him.

"All right, tell me what I have to do, besides say it, to get out of this chair and into my new comfy bed so I can ride you the rest of the night," you said with a pretend yawn, in a bored voice.

Jake shook his head at you, but the corner of his mouth was curling in spite of his "stern" expression.

"Well for starters, you can come on my tongue," he began, "And then you can use that pretty mouth for something more than mouthing off."

"Fine, unzip your pants." You shrugged one shoulder, acting so nonchalant.

Jake's eyes flashed at the challenge. Your bare thighs, dress bunched up around your hips, mascara-smeared face and glistening pussy were enough to almost make him come untouched, but your smart mouth was going to be the death of him.

"You first," he answered, kneeling down between your legs.

It was gonna be a great anniversary, trying to see who would break first.

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1st Ficiversary Masterlist | Jake Masterlist | Moon Knight Masterlist | Main Masterlist

[uhohdad]

Just a little idea, loser Konig at the beach with reader who is torturing him in the best way (sun screen/ice cream), your work is so so good! Take all the rest/time you need, art/smut this good takes time!

(18+) Beach Day with Loser!König

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Loser!König purposely misses when he swipes for the glob of sunscreen you pointed out on his cheek. He’ll play dumb until you take matters into your own hands, leaning forward to smear it in for him while he peers down your swimsuit. His eyes flutter shut as you touch him so intimately, touch him the way a lover would touch him, cupping his stubbled jaw with your thumb massaging circles into his cheek. When you pull away, he’s more than disappointed, having used this moment to play out a fantasy where you held his jaw steady to plant a kiss on his lips.

Loser!Konig is bright red, and while you assume he’s getting sunburnt, it’s actually because he is more than flustered by your swimsuit. He can’t help the way his eyes are lingering on all of the new skin covered only by dainty straps. The perfect, plush thighs he wants to rest his head on. Soft shoulders and pretty collarbones and cleavage on display for anyone to ogle. He’s memorizing your body to take home with him.

Loser!Konig who can’t keep his eyes off you as you work an ice cream cone, scarfing it down with a greedy tongue before the searing sun turns it to a puddle. He won’t so much as blink, imaging you’re using your flat tongue to lick stripes up his cock instead, sand sticking to your shins and knees as you pleasure him in front of the entire beach right here right now.

Loser!Konig who has to set a folded towel over his lap even though it’s an ungodly hot day, because he’s been straining against the net in his swimtrunks since you stripped down to your bathing suit.

Loser!König who has to bite back a needy whine when you grab a handful of ice from the cooler and rub it on your skin to cool off. His half-lidded, ravenous eyes glued to the melted droplets tracing your curves as they glide down your body. When you let out a breathy, relieved sigh, he swears you’re doing this to him on purpose.

Loser!Konig who chokes on his own spit when you ask him to lather sunscreen on your back after you gave up awkwardly contorting your arms to reach. His breaths are shallow and hands trembling as he watches you pull your hair out of the way. When you slip the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, his mouth goes dry. From where he’s standing, you might as well be naked from the middle up.

Loser!König who’s pleading with his fingers to steady as he pops the cap to the sunscreen. He doesn’t even bother warming the lotion between his fingers because he’s too eager to get his hands on your glowing, sun-kissed skin. He sucks in a sharp breath as you shudder under his touch. He’s painfully hard and praying you won’t notice as he smooths the sunscreen over you. He goes slow, hoping to stretch a task that should only take a few seconds for as long as he could. Your shoulders are so smooth and soft under his coarse, hardened hands. When he slides down your sides, he pretends that he’s filling you up from behind, gripping on to your core to keep you steady as he pounds into your pretty cunt. He’s breathing so heavily, his heart slamming against his ribcage as he smooths circles over your skin. His cock is throbbing in his shorts, a shiny glint of arousal already forming at the tip.

Loser!Konig who has to sneak off to the filthy boardwalk bathrooms to relieve his aching cock, rutting into his hand and stifling his breathy moans and grunts by biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. The show you gave him had him practically on edge, and it takes less than a minute before he’s choking on your name as he coats his hands in his generous, pent-up finish.

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loser!könig

[baby-yongbok]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do fake texts of “skz when they find out from another ember you like them” have an amazing day and thankyou for all your work❤️

❤️ SKZ!Fake Texts - Finding out that you have a crush on them from someone else❤️

Genre: Fluff with some spice

✨️Masterlist✨️

Warnings: Seungmin's texts are suggestive for just a split second, Playful mentions of wanting to unalive yourself, playful mention of planning to unalive or fight the members, Jisung is cringe asf

Chan

Lee Know/ Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/ Jeongin

[traceyc-uk]

I wonder! How's NFY good at dancing? Would he dance at the Yule Ball or just stand aside eating and drinking? 🤭🌸

Formal ball dancing: not so much, ceilidh dancing: absolutely! It wouldn’t be a dance without one 🥓