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Blushing mess

Marko x GN! Reader

Word count: 766

Warning: smut (minors dni!)

Prompt: "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

Marko and his pretty lips wreak havoc on your brain.

Marko had a habit. It was pretty subtle, the only reason you noticed at all being that you were staring at him so much. You would observe him interacting with his brothers, scoping out people on the boardwalk, or speaking in a silly voice as he tended to his pigeons, calling each of them by name. It wasn’t a crime really, people are allowed to stare at their boyfriends. And as a result of silently admiring him all the time, you caught a tiny thing that maybe even he wasn’t aware of.

He would lick his lips. It happened a lot just before he started speaking, usually before directing a teasing remark towards one of his brothers, or a flirty comment towards you. It was a quick motion, his tongue wetting his lips. But ever since you noticed it, it drove you crazy.

Right now he was chatting with Paul, something about one of the performers you saw at the boardwalk a few days ago. You honestly weren’t that interested, said performer meant nothing to you, so you indulged in your good habit: admiring the beauty of your boyfriend.

The quick motion of his tongue sliding across his lower lips drew your attention. You completely tuned out their conversation as your mind started wandering.

You imagined what those plush lips would feel like running down your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You imagined his tongue exploring every inch of you as he travelled down your body, teasing, his teeth playfully nipping on your skin, igniting a hot burning fire within you that leaves you breathless. You imagined what his mouth would feel like between your legs.

You started to feel hot. And your mind went further.

His skillful fingers would rid you of your pants in one fluid motion, just to leave a trail of kisses from your knees up your soft thighs, open mouthed and wet, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, leaving his marks at places only he would ever see. He would take his time with your underwear, ease it down your legs with his teeth, all slow and teasing. Then he would finally dive in, his soft lips and sinful tongue finding your most intimate parts, a satisfied grunt leaving his throat upon seeing and feeling how excited your body has become, all because of him, all for him. You imagined his big, beautiful eyes looking up at you through his lashes, his heated gaze absolutely devouring you, just like his pretty mouth did. You imagined his hands sneaking up your thighs to your ass, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh, pulling you even closer to him, a possessive growl tearing from his throat.

“What’s up, sugar? Feeling alright?” Marko’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. Still reeling from the images your mind conjured up, you glanced up at him. He was staring at you with a curious look on his face, a hint of a smirk hiding in the corner of his lips.

You felt like you got caught, and you started burning even more.

“Y-Yeah, I’m good,” you managed to stammer out, your brain still halfway stuck in that fantasy, and the images in your head started getting blurred up with the image of your boyfriend’s teasing smile before you.

“Oh?” The mischievous lilt in his voice made your stomach flutter. “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

You were sure he could see your brain short-circuiting. The smirk on his face stretched wider, the look in his eyes that of a cat who just caught a canary.

“No reason,” you blurted out hastily.

Your breath caught in your throat as he stepped closer, right into your personal space and leaned in, the scent of his stale cologne wafting over you.

“So you’re saying you weren’t thinking about something dirty, were you?” His breath tickled the shell of your ear, and you felt like you were about to faint. He backed up a little, just enough so he can look you in the eyes. His angelic face looked positively devious in that moment. “Were you thinking about something like that, sugar?”

His low, teasing voice reverberated in your chest, and you could almost feel it coaxing a confession out of your mouth, your throat seemingly producing the sounds on its own accord.

“Maybe I was,” you muttered, your face on fire.

A satisfied grin spread across his lips, and he did it again, his tongue running across his lower lip, before he continued.

“How about we go home and you tell me all about it, hm?”

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Hey! Love all your graphics! They're amazing and you never fail to deliver the best? Can I please request dividers and masterlist on TVDU Fandom? Have a great day!

hi, thank you so much!! I've gotten a couple requests for TVD - I actually don't know anything about the show BUT I tried to make some graphics that matched the vibe while researching. Hope these are close & that you like them! 💖

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David: We’ve been around for decades, I think I would know.

Michael: You’ve been around for decades—in one city.

Marko: I personally think werewolves are real.

David: For fuck’s sake, you too?

[Marko points at Paul mauling a throw pillow]

Marko: I mean…

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illustration I did of Marko and his rat from @ranranbolly 's fic Fun to be Dead 🐀

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Okay i just saw this post from @gayassmullethaircut with a gif from people messing around with an ouija board and omg can you imagine???

You and your friends are into the occult and then you meet this mysterious guy on the boardwalk that's like "hey, we know how to communicate with ghosts." Obviously you go with him, and he takes you to this weird but awesome cave, and indeed they do have an ouija board and they do know how to play,

But then you start playing and the lights start flickering.

And you swear you can hear voices that aren't there.

And then one of those new strange boys is possessed.

And the others seem to be too, with yellow eyes and demonic faces.

And you know not to run from the board, to not leave the connection open, hell the demonic versions of the boys tell you this as they start to show their fangs and turn more monstrous with the second.

Until, of course, the seconds are over, and you realise that you had already closed the connection. And that what you've been seeing is not just real. It is going to kill you.

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Welcome 2025!

I know I'm a few days late, but Happy New Year, guys! Let's hope that 2025 brings something good for all of us.

As for this blog, I have some big plans for this year. Including,

Posting my first longer, multi-chapter fic. I love writing drabbles and one shots, but it would be a dream to actually finish a long, more substantial story. Being someone who has a lot of ideas and starts a bunch of stuff but then gets stuck and never finishes them, this is a bit of a challenge, but one I'm very enthusiastic to try and accomplish. I already have some WIPs, some more along the way than others. We'll see which one I'll be able to complete first.

Venturing into other fandoms with my writing. I'm a big fan of Near Dark (1987) and House of Wax (2005), and I've been thinking about writing something for them for a while now. It's very much still in the 'playing with ideas, seeing what fits and what doesn't, trying to capture the characters' personalities accurately and getting familiar with writing for them' phase. Therefore, I'm not sure when this will materialize in an actual story, but I'm excited to try something new.

And of course, continue writing shorter stuff for our boys. Now listen, this is what I'm most familiar with, what I love doing the most. I have many prompts saved for future fics and I have a lot of ideas. I'll try to make it a point to write more for them individually, especially for those who I haven't written much about (yes, Dwayne is a challenge lol).

With that being said, thank you all so much for the love you've shown for my stories in 2024, and I hope our little community will continue to grow in the new year as well! I'm really excited about my writing plans for this year, and I hope I can accomplish at least some of them!

If you took the time to read through all this, thank you and I appreciate you!

Stay tuned for what's to come!

-natoka

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nothing, and i mean NOTHING, compares to joining a new fandom and reading through all the ____ x reader tags. it’s akin to opening gifts on christmas or recieving a package in the mail. actually, scratch that; it’s th equivalent of ascending to the heavens

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came up with a santa carla themed stamp set ^^

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, guys! Hope you all have a wonderful holiday season, however you may or may not be celebrating! ✨❤️

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this is my very first non anon request! hehee :>

could u do either a fluff or a smut (or maybe even a fluffly smut) where the reader is taking a bubble bath with vinny and include him making himself a little bubble beard? please i'm sobbing just thinking about this. 🥺🥺

also, idc how many time i've said it i'll still say it again, you are amazing and i love your work and i love you! okayy byye <33 🤸‍♀️

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Sparkling rays of sunlight glistened through dusty windowpanes, dawn’s first light glaring down upon both you and Vincent, who was contentedly snoozing away between your legs. It was orange, blaring across purple skies as any inkling of dusk began to drain, being replaced with hues of blues and lilacs.

A soft hum escaped you, feeling Vincent’s head nestle against your stomach, arms wrapped tightly around you. He was pretty like this, dark hair all disheveled from sleep, in some tangle around his shoulders. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pajama pants that seemed a little to snug — not that you minded.

His mask was neatly perched atop the small, rickety nightstand to the left of your creaking mattress. The more you and Vincent really dived into your relationship, the more he was comfortable with taking the mask off.

Vincent’s tall, lanky musculature was all sprawled out and wedged in between your legs — that's how you usually slept sometimes, and you loved it. You trailed your fingers throughout his tresses, gently working out any knots you came across, listening to his breathing and the little flutter within his throat.

It was a rarity for the two of you to not be sleeping down in the basement, but Vincent had a change of heart just for last night, and so the two of you slept in your dismal bedroom. It was made all the more comfortable with Vincent around, at least.

The Louisiana sun was exceptionally warm at such an early hour, even when it cascaded through the windows. Those glittering, orange rays fell across your bed, a sliver hitting your face. You promptly wriggled to the side, carefully avoiding the growing light as if you were some sort of vampire.

Those calloused, nimble hands that had squeezed into your waist happened to stir, and there was movement from below as Vincent began to wake up, slowly but surely. Your fingers ceased within his hair, recoiling toward your chest. A throaty hum escaped him, head tilting in your direction, finding your visage.

His smile was faint, barely noticeable, but present nonetheless as your palm cupped his scarred cheek, fingertips caressing around his nose. Vincent made some sort of purring sound, intermingled with a guttural grunt, turning his face just enough to kiss your hand. Such a simplistic gesture made you get all hot.

“Hey,” You crooned, feeling Vincent take ahold of your other hand. Grogginess began to wear off of the both of you, the hour still relatively early. He acknowledged your whisper with a little nod of his head, caressing his thumb across your knuckles. “Did you sleep well?”

Vincent released your hand, only for a moment, answering your question with a series of sluggish signing, ‘I did, thanks to you,’ That made you smile, exuberant and smitten, and it was worthwhile. ‘What about you? Are you alright?’

You nodded, pushing a hand through your disheveled tresses, lounging back against the pillows with a dopey, contented smile. These sort of mornings were always your favorites, the lazy ones where Vincent was completely and utterly at ease. “Peachy.” You snicker, shrugging your shoulders. “Do you want to take a bath?”

Of course, your inquiry is met with plenty of enthusiasm. Vincent lets out a throaty noise of approval, pressing his lips against your midsection, or what little skin is exposed, at least. ‘Five more minutes.’ Vincent signs, gently easing your shirt up as he peppers your body in sweet kisses.

Goosebumps form along the base of your spine, pleasant tingles that make your heart beat just a little faster. His roughened mouth feels heavenly against your soft skin, especially so early. The gentle noises you make are bound to become moans if he keeps it up, creeping up from between your legs. His mouth settles against your breast, eyes fluttering toward your face for only a moment.

You’re counting down the minutes within the back of your mind, just for punctuality’s sake. Your lips fall agape, a softer gasp being elicited from you as Vincent’s mouth wraps around one of your nipples, slowly sucking and kissing. Your eyes nearly close completely, sinking into some half-lidded stare.

The sensations he delivers are perfect each and every time, always practiced with the perfect amount of compassion and neediness. Vincent’s lips are everywhere, slowly tugging away from your breast, kissing the valley between, dancing across your collarbone, until he comes right up to your own mouth instead.

Like fire and ice, the clash is intoxicating, your kiss is enough to make Vincent groan. His hands are splayed out across your waist, his taller, lanky musculature almost fully on top of you, not that you mind. You trail your fingers through his dark tresses, shuddering beneath him as you let the kiss last just another moment longer.

“Bath time, Van Gogh.” You mumble, and you can hear his throat burst with a chortle of raspy, hoarse laughter. That’s not the first time you’ve called him that, and it certainly won’t be the last — his reaction to the little nickname is always endearing.

Vincent moves out from between your legs, his weight leaving you as he stands up fully. He towers over you, opting to leave his mask on your nightstand for now. He follows behind you, practically glued to your back as the both of you make your way inside of the washroom, and he’s the one who shuts and latches the door — no peeping brother allowed.

Moving toward the bathtub, you start the water, making sure it’s set toward the hotter end. Swatting the curtain aside, your gaze flutters toward Vincent, who’s busy taking his shirt off, tossing the garment onto the floor. It makes you flustered, even if you’ve seen him like this many times before.

As you sit against the edge of the tub, idly bouncing your leg, you barely notice Vincent coming to stand in between your legs, crouching down until he’s nearly eye-level with you. Those familiar hands of his settle themselves atop your thighs, kneading into your supple curves, planting a kiss against your cheek.

“You’re sweet, you know that?” You giggle, unbelievably smitten with him, your skin all warm. There’s a flicker of amusement within Vincent’s adoring stare, and he gently squeezes your legs.

‘And so are you.’ Vincent releases your legs long enough to sign, settling his chin against your thigh, peering at you with his one eye, a darker blue that reminds you of an ocean. ‘You’re my masterpiece.’ There’s a sense of familiarity within those words specifically — it makes your heart soar.

With a stuttered exhale, you can feel your chest tightening with a flurry of mushy emotions, and you realize just how much you love Vincent. It’s more than he believes he’s deserving of, deep down, but he accepts any shred that you give him, he covets it. You lean down to give him a kiss, something sweet and lingering before you lean back to feel the water.

It’s warm enough, prompting you to move to take off your clothes. Vincent watches, completely and utterly mesmerized by you, tossing your clothes into a heap to join his. You aren’t wearing very much, climbing into the bathtub as you wait for him to join you.

Vincent is swift to clamor in after you, ditching the rest of his clothes beside the growing heap, moving into the water until he’s sitting in front of you, drawing the curtains closed. It’s still illuminated enough above the bathtub, the old fan rattling every so often.

You’re adding plenty of soap into the water, making it all bubbly and sudsy, but it all smells like some wild concoction of perfumes. Vincent’s nose wrinkles, but you don’t seem to mind it whatsoever. He nudges your thigh, effectively gaining your attention as you’re pulled away from grabbing the shampoo.

‘May I?’ Vincent points toward your head, offering to wash your hair, and that’s an opportunity you aren’t about to turn down. With a cheeky smile, you hand off the shampoo to him, wading forward before turning yourself around, careful not to slosh any water outside of the tub.

His knees stick out from beneath the water, and Vincent looks amusingly large within the bathtub. He’s quick to hover over you, chest nearly pressed against your back as he globs a handful of some floral shampoo into his palms. Vincent treats your head with plenty of gentleness, perusing his fingers against your scalp, letting it all lather.

Admittedly, it feels fantastic. You probably could’ve fallen asleep this way, but you careen back into his touch instead, a soft exhale escaping you. “Feels good,” You mumble, leaning into his chest with a tender smile. “Thanks.” You sigh, letting him wash your head and your hair to his heart’s content.

Vincent peppers your shoulder with kisses, rinsing your tresses out with handfuls of water, letting it all wash away back into the sudsy basin below. He’s meticulous and sluggish, intentionally dragging it all out, touching you as much as possible. A delightful purr escapes him when you bring one of his hands around, kissing his knuckles.

He adores having you all to himself like this — you aren’t exactly privy to the depths of Vincent’s obsession with you, but it runs so very deep. It’s a festering, volatile obsession, one that will rear its ugly head whenever Bo is around you, intertwined with possessiveness. Every little fiber of your being belongs to him, and he won’t let you go.

Soft giggles escape you as Vincent nestles his face into your neck, having completely cleansed your head of any soap. He’s kept himself busy with one hand, letting it slither between your legs, stroking at the silky expanse of your inner thighs.

Every touch lacks hesitation or shyness as Vincent presses passionate kisses against your throat, his hand wandering wherever he pleases, caressing into your thigh. His closeness is enough to give you butterflies, and you’re falling slack within his hold, reclining into him with a soft sigh.

“It’s your turn,” You murmur, and you can feel the faint traces of a smile embedded into your neck. Vincent moves back just a little bit, letting you spin around so you can wash his hair in return. He’s got some sort of twinkle in his eye, an emotion that you can’t quite place. “So handsome.”

Vincent’s breath hitches slightly, as soon as those sweet utterances go spilling forth from your lips. He’s patient, sitting forward with his hand perched toward his knees, feeling your hands preen throughout his tresses. His posture is relaxed, more than you’ve ever seen him be before, slouching into your embrace.

You lather the glob of shampoo into his hair, rocking up onto your knees, slathering the frothy soap wherever you can reach. There are plenty of smells clashing with one another in the washroom, from floral to something a little more cologne-esque. Vincent’s breathing is steady and shallow, his eye becoming half-lidded.

It’s quiet, but it’s nothing more than a comfortable silence. The serenity you feel within that moment outweighs everything else, and you can feel Vincent keening into your hands — it must feel good. You do a thorough job at washing his hair, gingerly massaging around his scalp.

The water sloshes around you every so often, accompanied by the ambiance of the bathroom fan and Vincent’s throaty breathing. You’ve taken plenty of baths with him before, some of them always ending up on the heated side of things, and the tension is certainly palpable. You want to enjoy the moment, the sweetness of it all.

“Alright, we can rinse it.” You lower your hands, but Vincent is busy gathering some of the suds and soapy heaps from both his foamy tresses and the water, forming some sort of beard upon his face. The bark of laughter you let out makes him snicker, too. “You really are Vincent Van Gogh, now.”

There’s a trace of a grin present behind his soapy beard, and your nose wrinkles in amusement. You sit back, watching him dunk his head underneath the water, cleansing away the soap from both his face and his hair. Once he’s finished, he emerges from below with a soft gasp of air.

You’re both clean and sated, sitting close together in the water, and that’s when Vincent kisses your mouth with a sudden flair of passion. The lightheartedness felt moments earlier seem to be sucked away, replaced with a growing desire that makes your stomach do excitable flips.

Poised against your hip, Vincent’s hand tugs you closer, the other cupping your cheek. The kiss is intoxicating, borderline bruising as you careen inward, draping your arms around his neck, fingers gingerly massaging at the nape of his neck. He makes some sort of noise, a growl building up within the back of his throat.

The entanglement nearly becomes heated, and you’re enticed, eyes fluttering shut as you lean into Vincent, head canting to one side as you deepen the kiss. His fingers tense across your cheekbone, sweeping just underneath your eye as he delivers another barrage of kisses against your mouth.

As much as you want to stay that way, you pull away to breathe, the water jostling around the both of you. Your mouth curls into a vibrant smile, eyes glittering, all dazed and so very much in love with Vincent. His expression is subdued, but even then, you can read him better than most — the feelings are reciprocated.

“We should probably get out,” You whisper, your voice hushed as if the two of you are conspiring. “Don’t wanna get all soggy.” You muse, but before you can start to move, his hands are back on your waist, easing you forward, flush against his chest.

It steals the breath from your lungs, the way he looks at you — one would think you made the earth spin and the sun rise above in the skies. Vincent’s stare is nothing short of completely and utterly adoring, and he hesitates, lips parting slightly as he pushes his forehead into yours.

‘Five more minutes,’ Vincent signs, securing his arms back around you, and before you can open your mouth to speak, to tell him how much you love him, he kisses you again. It’s a searing kiss, burning and bristling with passion, swallowing you whole. The sensations are so raw and so visceral, and it’s almost as if you don’t need to say anything at all.

He knows.

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Look at what arrived in the mail today!! 😍 Of course I had to get two. I'm so excited I could scream!! (I actually kinda did a little bit.) Thank you @poubelle-d-elle for your amazing art! ❤️

Now I need to consider very carefully where I will put these hehehe

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So unfortunately I won't be able to post this as soon as I wanted to. 🥲 Life is very busy right now (work, meeting with friends before the holidays etc.) and my brain is kinda dead. I don't have the capacity to be creative right now. I don't know when this will be posted but it will be!

Hope everyone stays healthy in this busy season! Don't forget to rest when you can! ❤️

I know I literally just posted a one shot yesterday, but I'm working on a horny little Marko drabble👀 I'm trying to make the most of my days off from work and get as much writing done as I can. 😁

Just wanted to let you guys know that there might be a little something posted soon. Hope you all have a wonderful day! ❤️

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Thought it would be fun to make one of these myself

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truly nothing more magical than finding a good fic and then going to their profile and finding out there’s a whole goldmine in there of fics just begging to be read. what a beautiful world we live in.

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I shouldn't be at the club, I should be on the Santa Carla boardwalk in 1987

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they're back 😔☝️