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[vacueabissi]

I swear I am not insane about this, it's all canon you just hav- *gets shot*

[kisses4kaia]

mdni. 18+ content. another installment of this au.

college!luke castellan doesn’t care about hickies.

of course, his frat brothers tease them relentlessly, but he does nothing to rebate the suggestions from most that they were from you. it wasn’t any secret that you and him had been fucking—casually, of course, he didn’t have time for relationships—for some time now, but it always left you a little jarred when he would be so open to the display of red bites left splayed on his neck.

“won’t they see?” you ask a bit dumbly after luke asks you to mark him through passionate kisses. rudely—your friends thought—he’d pulled you away from the dining hall with no explanation other than ‘needing you’.

“what?” he says, slightly breathless from kissing. the question had taken him aback because, had he not made it clear by now?

“won’t your friends see the… you know?” the sheepish tone in your voice elicits a deep chuckle from luke before he presses his lips against your neck, not hard enough to create hickies just yet, but not exactly gently either. “you want the truth, princess?” your eyebrows furrow a little dumbly but you nod with curiosity. “i think you love seeing ‘em on me, and you love when people know they’re from you,” he says. “and you know i don’t care if anyone sees. i know you know me better than that, don’t you, baby?” luke’s timbre is so low, so arousing and you can hardly keep the needy whimper in.

you just nod, no more doubt within you as you trail kisses down his scar, to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the satisfied groans you elicit from him as you find that spot on his throat sends you in a daze almost immediately. his lips catch yours again before he flips the both of you over, settling on his knees in front of you.

luke’s mouth is everywhere, nibbing at the surface of your skin, laving his tongue over the fresh ache. his strong hands pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. “gonna mark you here,” he says, catching the plush flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking on the area and conjuring a livid stain on your skin.

he forges more and more red marks onto your skin before he finally puts his mouth on your neediest place. luke’s suctions his lips around your clit, forcing a choked gasp from you and a hand flying down onto his head. he groans against you as your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tightening and tugging. he works hard, like he’s being paid to eat you out, but really, he knows he would pay to die between your thighs.

just as luke’s tongue pushes it’s way into your sopping hole, you feel that blissfully hot, white, sensation swim over and past you. your thighs are most likely suffocating luke, but he doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice really.

his tongue fucks you through your orgasm, and upon coming down from your high, luke’s head rises from your middle.

“we’re still casual, though?”

[rhupi]

Au where obito got a crush on the new guy (sukea) and is just a guy failure abt it.

[wordsofwhimsy]

♥ A Jealous Heart ♥ - Pt 2

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【Ａ/Ｎ】⦂ I’m so glad you guys liked the last one!! Shout out to the anon who encouraged me to make a part 2. I love hearing from you guys – please talk to me more! Also the set up is going to be slightly different than the last part, just to keep it fresh~

【ＰＡＩＲＩＮＧ】⦂ Variant!Mark Grayson x Reader

【ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧＳ】⦂ Mild violence, possessiveness

【ＩＮＳＰＩＲＡＴＩＯＮ】⦂ None

【Ｓｙｎｏｐｓｉｓ】⦂ This is based in a reality where these Variants are being allowed to stay in the Main Universe under the pretense that they start acting like real superheroes. 

→ 【Ｐａｒｔ　Ｏｎｅ】 ←

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The sound of the waves was soothing as you lay back on your towel, letting the warmth of the sun wash over you. It was the perfect day to just be, with no interruptions, no distractions—just the peace of the beach and the rhythm of the ocean. You were finally beginning to relax when a voice suddenly cut through the calm.

“Hey there, enjoying the sun?”

You opened one eye, glancing up to find a man standing in front of you, his expression a little too eager. His tan was deep, his grin wide and confident.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you replied, offering a polite but minimal smile, not quite interested in a conversation but not rude enough to shut him down immediately. You shifted slightly, keeping your attention on the ocean. The guy didn’t seem to catch the subtle hint that you weren’t looking to be engaged, as he kept talking.

“You know, I think you’d look even better in the water. The waves are perfect today. I’m [his name], by the way.” He stepped in just a little closer, clearly trying to draw you into the conversation with his charm.

You nodded, offering another polite, non-committal smile. “I’m good for now, thanks.” Your response was casual, friendly, but distant. You weren’t being rude, but you weren’t exactly encouraging him either.

→ Sinister!Mark ←

Just then, a sharp sound cut through the air—a sound that felt almost like the wind shifting. Your head snapped to the sky instinctively, just as a shadow loomed overhead.

It was a blur at first, but then you saw him: Mark.

He was flying, soaring through the sky with a grace and power that made your heart race in spite of yourself. His dark figure cut through the sunlight as he descended. His eyes were locked on the scene below, and even from this distance, you could feel the weight of his gaze.

The man standing beside you faltered as the presence in the air shifted. You could see the exact moment he noticed Mark—how his smile slipped just a little, uncertainty creeping into his expression. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as you felt the full intensity of Mark’s focus on you.

Mark hovered effortlessly just above the sand, his arms folding over his chest in a smooth, almost casual motion. His eyes, cold and calculating, flicked over to the man. The air seemed to grow heavier, the humidity suddenly suffocating, though the sun still blazed brightly above.

The man tried to recover, clearing his throat awkwardly, but his confidence was shattered. “Uh, I... didn’t realize you were with someone,” he stammered, trying to smile as if to salvage some of the awkwardness.

Mark’s expression was unreadable, but his voice was like silk—smooth, but edged with something darker. “She wasn’t,” he replied, his eyes flicking over to you for just a moment before locking back onto the man. There was no warmth in his words, no offer of politeness. Only cold, unyielding dominance.

The man took an instinctive step back, clearly feeling the tension in the air. Mark’s presence was overwhelming—intoxicating in a way that made it impossible for anyone to stay unaware of him.

“Wait, I’m sorry, am I ruining the moment?” Mark continued, his tone almost playful now, but with a dangerous undertone. “Please, don’t let me throw you off your game. Give her your best shot.” He glanced down at you, his lips curling just slightly at the edges, as though there was something almost possessive in the way he looked at you.

The man, looking visibly uncomfortable now, muttered something about needing to meet his friends and quickly turned to leave. Mark’s eyes didn’t leave him until he was well out of sight.

As the tension melted from the air, Mark slowly turned toward you, his eyes a mix of intensity and amusement. He drifted closer, his presence enveloping you, and the space between you seemed to shrink with every movement he made.

“I didn’t realize you were enjoying this type of company,” he said, his voice low and rich with a dark amusement.

You looked up at him, slightly taken aback by the intensity with which he’d asserted himself. “I wasn’t,” you replied, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

Mark's lips curved into a tight smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “Good to know. Next time I won’t put such an effort in to minding my manners.” His words were soft, almost casual, but the weight of them was unmistakable. His gaze lingered a moment longer before he finally turned, giving you space to breathe—but not before you felt the last remnants of his dominance pressing down on you.

→ Omni!Mark ←

As your discomfort grew, you sensed a strange shift in the air. The once calm, peaceful beach now felt suffocating, and an unspoken tension seemed to linger in the atmosphere. You looked up at the sky, an instinctive feeling creeping down your spine, and you caught a glimpse of something—someone—high above you.

It was him. Of course it was him. Who else could it be but Mark?

He descended from the sky, his figure cutting through the air with such force that it sent a ripple through the surrounding sand. His white-and-red suit clung to his body, the outline of his muscle clearly visible beneath the fabric as he lowered himself down effortlessly, his presence dominating the space around him. His eyes, cold and focused, locked onto you instantly.

The stranger, amazingly, didn’t notice at first, too focused on trying to get your attention. But you could see the moment the curve of his lips dropped downward, his confidence slipping as he finally noticed the dark figure that had was now hanging in the air just above the ground behind him with all the grace of a predator.

Mark, more widely known as Invincible, was postured in a tall, upright position just a foot away, his expression mostly unreadable with a notion of something else in his eyes—an unspoken warning. His gaze didn’t waver as it fell on the man who had dared to come too close.

“Is there a problem?” Mark’s voice was smooth, low, and chilling. It carried an authority that immediately put the stranger on edge. There was no greeting, no pleasantries—just the cold weight of a command, like an impenetrable wall.

The man took a nervous step back, his smile fading as he realized the intensity of Mark’s stare. “I-I was just talking to her,” he stammered, clearly uncomfortable now, trying to justify his actions, but the words were hollow in the face of Mark’s presence.

Mark didn’t move, but his body radiated an unspoken power, like a looming storm just waiting to break. “I’m aware,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was savoring the man’s unease. “And now, you’re going to walk away.”

Despite it being a sweltering summer day, the air felt colder. The man swallowed, clearly intimidated, and mumbled something about “not wanting to cause trouble,” before quickly backing away, stumbling over his words in a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating tension that had settled over him.

As soon as the man was out of earshot, Mark turned his gaze to you, his eyes softening just enough to show he wasn’t angry with you—but there was still something unsettling in the way he looked at you, like a possessive force waiting to consume. His tone was quieter now, but it still held that dark edge. “You didn’t need to entertain him.”

You sat up slightly, staring at him almost amusedly through your sunglasses. “I wasn’t,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but there was an undeniable tension in your voice. “Just being polite.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed slightly as he wafted closer, his figure towering over you. “Politeness,” he mused, the word dripping with disdain. “It’s a weakness. But it’s fine. That’s what you have me for, anyways.”

You looked up at him, unable to fight the sly smirk that quirked onto your lips. Unknown to you, the sight of your body clad in skimp bikini was quicky becoming overwhelming for Mark. Rather than showing you his weakness, he turned away without another word, his cloak billowing slightly in the wind before shooting away into the sky. Your smile only grew broader as you laid back down, glad to be able to go back to enjoying your otherwise peaceful afternoon.

→ FullMask!Mark ←

"You know,” the man continued, reaching one arm up to rub behind his neck in a gesture that seemed somehow both sheepish and cocky. “I’d love to take you out sometime. Maybe show you around the city? It could be fun."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can get a word out, you hear it. The low sound of someone landing on the sand with a soft thud. The guy, for the moment, seemed none-the-wiser as he continued to eye you hopefully.

You glance up, and your heart skips a beat.

Mark.

He’s standing a few feet away, his back straight and his posture tense. His mask covers everything, but even with his face hidden, you can feel the charged emotions radiating off of him. His gaze—hidden behind the lenses of his suit—still managed to cut straight through the guy in front of you.

The feeling must of started itching at the man as he finally moved his eyes from you to the suited hero behind him. His expression plainly showcased his confusion. “Uh, hey, man, we were just talking,” he says, awkwardly chuckling.

Mark doesn’t say a word. His stare—hidden but unmistakable in its intensity—stayed locked on the guy, as if daring him to make the next move. Your lips furled inward at the tension and finally the guy seemed to piece together some sort of understanding. His arms drop submissively to his sides, taking a clumsy step to the side as his smile vanished, muttering some half-hearted excuse before walking off in the direction of the pier.

Leave it to Invincible to send a man stumbling off in fear without having said a single word.

You glance over at Mark, who doesn’t move an inch. His posture was rigid, and though his features were concealed there was something about his stance—arms crossed tightly—that made it clear: He didn’t like what he saw.

Mark’s tone, when he finally speaks, is surprisingly calm. “Are you okay?”

You sit up, brushing the sand from your skin. “Yeah… thanks for scaring him off though.” You said it more as a joke, but even as the words came out you both picked up on the tinge of sincerity.

He doesn’t respond at first, just stares at the spot where the guy had been. The tension is still there, and for a moment, it feels like he might say something more, but instead, he finally relaxes—just a little.

“You really didn’t need to step in though,” you continued, your voice teasing just slightly. “I could’ve handled him.”

Mark glances at you, and the way the muscles in his jaw flexed was almost lost on you—almost. “I know.” He pauses. “But I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a smile tug at the corner of your lips. “Oh, really? You were jealous?”

Mark shrugs, the movement stiff. “Maybe. Not that it matters.”

You laugh softly, sitting up fully now. “It kind of does.”

For a brief moment, you think you see the tiniest hint of a smirk beneath the mask—just a flicker of a smile. You lean back again, propping yourself up on your hands and grinning. "You’ve gotta be sweltering in that suit. How about you take the rest of the day off? We could hang out, just relax. I’m sure it’d do you some good."

For a moment, Mark doesn’t answer. He just stands there rigidly, like he’s actually considering it. His shoulders, once tense, seem to soften, just a little. It almost feels like he might finally give in—but then, without warning, his jaw tightens, and he glances up at the sky. His voice is steady but laced with an undercurrent of something deeper. "I can’t," he says quietly. "I’ve got too much to make up for. I’ve... got wrongs to right."

You watch him, a small knot forming in your stomach. Before you can say anything else, he takes a step back.

Then, like something breaking free, Mark launches himself into the sky with a force that shakes the sand beneath you. His silhouette disappears into the vast expanse, a streak of black and blue against the bright sky, and you’re left sat there, staring up at the spot where he just was.

A dull ache tugs at your chest, something unfamiliar and sharp. You try to brush it off, but the pain lingers. The way he keeps punishing himself, carrying a weight that’s too heavy for anyone. And no matter how many times he flies off to save the world, it’s clear he’s never going to stop trying to fix something inside himself.

You’re left alone with the sound of the waves again, but now, it feels a little quieter. The emptiness from Mark’s departure echoes, and for a brief, painful moment, you wish he could let himself just... rest.

[stingray-art]

you cling so tightly to the beast that waits to devour you

(please don’t tag as ship)

[tampire]

Big kind guys lift up their bbgirls in Grander Musashi / Our Flag Means Death

[peggybrandt]

And how do you suppose that you will keep her quiet in this moment? Hmm?

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

| 2.08 | "And That's the End of It. There's Nothing Else."

[rationales]

[softheart4sims]

special neighbor

[lovely-writes-alot]

[kawaiialeisha]

If you can, can we see how Wally would react to us being really sick? I'm really sick rn, and I wanna see how he would react, please and thank you!!( btw I love how you draw Wally!! It's sooo cute!!!)

Of course!! He's probably very new to getting sick... so he needs that sneezing practice!

Funnily enough, I'm currently sick right now!

(well, I'm recovering. shhhhhh...)

But I'm slowly feeling better!

And also thank you so much!! I deeply appreciate that you like it! 😭💖

[artofalyksandr]

⚠️🕸️Venomous 🕸️⚠️

@gayykronos dropped pics of this hoodie in the discord and the model wearing it gave off Andrew vibes so… I simply had no choice

[elderwisp]

what a crusty little apartment

[plasmajane06]

having an absolute ball with this Juno collab from @surely-sims & @ice-creamforbreakfast

[therukurals]

Unicorn. Angela Carter

My Journey to You 云之羽 (2023)

[joenateuser]

KIT CONNOR MTV yearbook | WARFARE most likely to inspire you to get matching tattoos via MTV UK