#nothing i haven't already shared

[sysig]

“My streamer” voice: My doctorrrrrr (Patreon)

[shakooo]

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[oblivions-dawn]

Terribly Executed WIP Word Game

✑ Rules: You get a word and share a sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word. Thank you @silly-little-diary and @umbracirrus for the tags!! I tried to do THIEF, but found it too difficult and tackled DAWN instead. Not sure who has or hasn't been tagged so, uh . . . if you want to try this with the word VEIL you certainly can take a stab at it! And so without further ado . . . .

Breathless, Chapter XVI: Apricity

...Drops of rain tapped against the canvas of the tent, mingled in the symphony of their shallow pants. A dark rosy hue painted Vigdis’ cheeks, the red ichor from her wound smeared all over her thin, pouty pink lips. Thousands upon thousands of freckles were splattered across her shoulders and chest like stars, broken only by the glints of scars that littered her skin. Entranced, Serana lightly grazed her fingertips over every faint line that she had merely traced with her persimmon gaze before from afar. How many nights had she spent longing just for this—just to touch her? She didn’t know; she didn’t care. The mortal warmth bloomed—almost burned—beneath her cold immortal touch, the sensation as addictive as the blood that coursed beneath the blemished planes.

Carrion Bones; Raeyla'szah

...A frail old woman in torn, withered robes stood at the entryway. Thin, silky white hair draped from her head beneath her hood, the ends split, tangled, frayed. Her hands were folded, her knuckles gnarled and knobby, her nails caked with dirt. Her papery, wrinkled skin was pulled taut over her bones, riddled with sunspots, vitiligo, eczema, psoriasis. Empty eyes bore into voided ones, and crooked teeth split her dry lips into a smile. Mistress of Decay. Goddess of the Dark. Daedric Prince of Hunger. “Lady Namira,” the hag uttered, her head bowed in respect.

Softly, Nightshade; Valerica

...Words glared at her, the rest of its contents summoning an endless cacophony of unanswered questions. How frustrating it was, to be unable to argue or reason with her incorrigible daughter! What was she thinking, making such a foolish decision—and such a delusional request? A deep sigh flowed from her lavender lips for what must have been the thousandth time in the past hour alone. Alas, all of her irritated pondering and pouting had gotten her nowhere, helplessly trapped in the same infinite loop of thought. The familiar scent of cardamom, cinnamon, and orchid wafted to her nostrils. It was a gentle but welcome tug out of her thoughts, grounded once more in the reality around her. The corner of her lavender lip twitched. “You always seem to know where to find me.”

Heart of Gold; Rulve

...Nothing answered. Robes swished uncertainly. Something dripped onto the floor. “Come out!” Silence. Then— A scream rang out, followed by a dull thud. Incoherent whines rasped out of the body, a knife glinting from its side. The hall tilted up; rivers of blood swelled from the corpse and flowed down, down, down— -[<>]- Rulve jolted awake with a gasp. Papers and books were haphazardly spread across her desk, one tome in particular—Dwarves, The Lost Race of Tamriel, Volume I: Architecture and Designs by Calcelmo—splayed open before her. A tired groan rumbled from her throat as she rubbed at her sleep-crusted eyes. “Book must be pretty boring if it made you fall asleep.”

[cosmogyros]

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[theweepingmortician]

every so often i remember tumblr exists and i browse the site for a bit. eventually i realize i don't really have anything to say so i log off, forget about the site. and then the cycle repeats

[arvale-artist]

I was pretty happy with this pencil sketch so here it is =] Probably should post more of the sketches I did more often...

[sheathandshear]

Every time a post/tweet/what have you circulates based on a blatantly paranoid reading of someone's contextless online advice-seeking, I think of how one time, being extremely anxious about moving in with my partner (despite her telling me not to worry so much about it), I posted on a cooking group to the effect of "hey my partner has celiac but I really like pasta and glutinous bread, any tips for sharing a kitchen?" and immediately got a barrage of "WHY DO YOU WANT TO KILL YOUR PARTNER OP???" and "uhhhhhhhhhhhh food allergies/intolerances are *really dangerous*, what the fuck is this bullshit, I am so tired of ableds acting like dietary disabilities are no big deal, you need to think long and hard about why your comfort is more important than her safety and what that says about your priorities in your relationship" with two people being like, "congratulations OP! use color-coded gluten and GF sponges, buy doubles of spreadable condiments, and consider dedicated gluten pans and counter area" and gee whiz. guess which kind of response was more helpful in producing the outcome we all wanted

[voiidsalts]

you guys have no idea how much i missed playing skyrim

[ourceliumnetwork]

i'm remembering why i don't stay on dating apps for long and why i have a hard time making connections with folks in general. if i have to teach one more fucking person about polite conversation with people you do not know yet, i swear to GOD.

[everythingspokenfor]

୭୧.All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

"I have never seen an actual dick before," you blurt out, mouth full of popcorn as you watched Bakugou work on repairing his gauntlet, he stops, turning to look at you, bewildered.

"I didn't really need to know that." He deadpanned, turning back to his work station, tip of his ears taking on a rosy hue.

"No, listen, like I know you haven't seen a pussy either," You stopped abruptly, watching as his head snap towards you for the second time, palms gripping the screwdriver tight.

"The fuck is wrong with you," he sighed out, giving up fixing his gauntlet, instead getting up to grab a drink, you scramble, tossing the popcorn bowl onto the side table, before hopping behind him.

"Nothing is wrong with me," you state, pressing a hand against your chest you stand in front of him, "I am just curious, and I know you are too." You fold your arms, eyes challenging his.

"No."

"I didn't even say anything yet."

"I know what is cooking in your head." He points an accusatory finger, side-eyeing you, "and the answer to that is no." He knew exactly what you intend to say, but he has no intention taking part in any of your fantasies.

"But, this is like mutual benefit," you instigated, placing both your hands on your hips, "Like I get to see what I want and you get to see what yo-"

"When did I say I want to see your pussy?"

"Bitch, I know you want to," You counteracted, chest heaving slightly as you tried to convince him, breaking him is difficult, for some even impossible but you can, with the right approach you can make him do anything.

"Think about it, Suki." You lower your voice a little, eyes lowered before you slowly lifted them, catching his eyes, you notice the hitch in his breath, notice his eyes darting down at your lips before your eyes again, "I wanted to do this with you, only you."

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and then down, you know his resolve is about to break.

"Once, then we never talk about it."

Your eyes lit up, hands already moving to untie the strings of your sweats.

"Woah! Slow the fuck down, I didn't say now!" He groans, instantly averting his eyes and turning away slightly.

"Why not?"

He groans, hands placed on his face, as he turned a deeper shade of red."I have to clean up." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you mean? Do you have to.... wash it or something?" You tilt your head.

"The fuck! It's washed." He juts, arms crossing again as he tried to convince you about his hygiene, not that you needed it, you knew what a clean freak he was.

"Then what is it, Suki."

"I have to shave." He breaths out, you look at him bewildered. He watches as you finally register his words, stupid grin returning on your face.

"I don't mind it fuzzy, peaches." You scratch your chin, before eyeing him up and down.

Bakugou glares at you, steam flaring his nostrils, before he launches at you, hands coming to grab your waist as gently smacked you with a nearby pillow.

"Okay! Okay, we don't have to do it now." You yielded, hands coming to shield your face. Both of you are breathless, chests heaving as you take in your position, your legs a spread enough to accommodate him between your legs, he is sitting on his heels, palms on your thighs, you twitch slightly, heat rising in your belly.

You moved forward, rising to your elbows, "We don't have to take our pants off, Mr. Dynamight, but-" you sit up, pulling his face towards you, "but, there are others things we can share." You hand glides down, resting on his tits pecs.

He flexes them subconsciously, "you have already seen me shirtless before."

"It's only fair, I take my shirt off then." You squirm a little, pulling your shirt from underneath you, you lift it high enough so that the hem of the shirt is tucked underneath your chin, bare breasts exposed to the cold air of the room and to him.

You watch him visible swallow, his pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of your hardening nipples, "Can I touch you?" His voice, barely above a whisper, hands gripping the carpet beside your waist, you pretend to think for a moment, eyes narrowing at him, "That is, if you want it." He stutters, backing up slightly, ensuring you wouldn't feel uncomfortable despite this being your idea.

You spread your legs wider, before locking them around his waist, "You can touch, Suki." You mutter, dainty fingers coming to scratch the back of his head, pulling him closer.

He balances himself on one hand above you, other hand coming to palm your breast, he holds first, unaware of what to do and quiet honestly enjoying the weight of it in his hand.

You let out a sigh, placing your hand on your other breast, "You can squeeze it, gently," you flex your fingers, the fat bulging between your digits, Bakugou copies it, eyes locked as if he is in a trance.

You move your hand slightly, slowly twisting your nipple, fingers pinching and tugging at your bud, Bakugou follows that too, thick fingers flicking at your nipples, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

You bite your lips, contemplating, before your blurt out, "You can suckle on it too." Your free hand deviating back to his head, gently nudging his head towards your chest.

His eyes become droopy, breathing heavily, he brings his face closer, slightly chapped lips encircling your nipple. It's experimental first, as he tries to feel what it's like, before he pulls away taking a deep breath and diving back in.

He stays attached to your breast for what feels like eternity, his cheeks smeared with his spit, the same dripping between your boobs. He pulls back, feeling light headed, as he glances down at your figure once more. "That was..." His words drifted away, throat drying as he tried to form a sentence.

"Insightful." You smirked lazily, moist panties sticking to your cunt, "next time I am going to explore your tits." You words make him blush harder, ever present redness of his cheek darkening.

Divider by: @/diviniyae

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: obsession, obsessive thoughts

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about when the playboy finally falls in love…

It’s so silly, soft as it may sound, untrue even given his record of sleeping around, but sometimes all he wants is pure unadulterated love. A hug once in a while would be nice – maybe a chaste kiss on his cheek – or cuddles.

You hadn’t believed a lick of it. You’d only laughed in his face with a shake of your head, telling him that must have been the worst pick-up play you’d ever been the victim of. 

It’s cliché, but he’s been obsessed with you ever since.

He feels like such a loser thinking about it – for real now – rolling his eyes with a hidden smile while looking at the candid picture he’d snapped of you. 

Chewing on this tongue while fantasizing such ridiculous things – virginal nothings such as handholding or resting his head in your lap and feeling you play with his hair. Sleeping together with your clothes on – spooning each other all clingy and soft...

Whispering sweet little nothings against the shell of his ear – teasing him. Playfighting – making you squeal and giggle as he grabs you and pins you beneath him in the bed. Tickling – making you laugh. Or kissing your nose and head and hand. 

Oh, and making breakfast together, eating lunch, and sharing dinner. 

Don't get him started on showering – helping each other wash – backrubs and headscrubs. How good your hands would feel carding through his hair as you rub in soap and rinse it out. Or just face masks. A whole evening in the bubble bath.

Watching some stupid romcom in fluffy bath robes afterward with your dopey tired head falling to rest on his shoulder. Snoring and mumbling small sweet little nothings to each other.

Saying good morning. Saying goodnight. Have a nice day. Good luck. I love you. I love you more. I love you most.

And there’s more.

Baby-names.

You haven't even gotten his dick wet once – he hasn’t even scored a kiss yet, and he’s already thinking about knocking you up and putting a ring on it.

You would look too good with his brat on your knee…

Bouncing them, breastfeeding, playing peek-a-boo games, zerbert, and doing the Simba from The Lion King – all with a great big beaming smile on your face. A smile that even the sun would envy.

Not to mention the kid itself. 

He would love the ever-living life out of a little baby version of you – pouty plump lips and mochi cheeks – spluttering and hiccupping on earth-shattering sobs when scuffing her dainty little knees on the pavement – asking for piggyback rides and candy before dinner.

Or a little miniature of him. Seeing you lull little devil-faced Junior to sleep.

Fuck it, you should get both. A truckload.

He’s shaken from his thoughts when his friend snaps his fingers.

“You’ve been staring at your phone forever. What’re you looking at that’s so important?”

He can’t believe how far down the rabbit hole he’d just spiraled. Thinking about a girl without picturing her naked. He must be losing it.

“… I’m not sure…”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Denki, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Lev, Bokuto, Oikawa, Miya twins, Suna ♡ BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Rin, Sae, Yukimiya, Karasu, Shido, Aiku ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ WB – Suo, Kaji, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[buckyalpine]

I LOVE what you wrote for the other ideas!!

This is kind of a dialogue prompt

Reader says something like, "do you know how many times I've imagined you fucking me on this desk?"

Maybe she's sitting on Bucky's lap while she works on a mission report or something for the team. Since Bucky hasn't seen reader in a bit, he is being needy and handsy trying to distract her. (Cue cockwarming?)

Eventually, reader slams the laptop shut and puts it away before she says that line. Bucky just like

Sweeps EVERYTHING off desk

(I'm so sorry for the long ask) much love❤️❤️

Not me answering this 2 years later but I'm weaaaak for the lip bite and this idea, immediate yes (and by immediate I mean I know I took forever, I'm so sorry, also I love you)

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"I missed you so much baby" Bucky purred in your ear, hoisting you up by your hips to wrap your legs around his waist as soon as you stepped off the jet. You'd been gone for over a month in those 4 weeks, Bucky had been nothing but a pouty puppy, waiting for you to come back. None of the missions he went on were enough of a distraction, all he wanted was his perfect angel back in his arms and he finally had you.

"Missed you too, bub" You giggled at his scruffy beard tickling your neck as he nuzzled into your skin, carrying you off for some much needed cuddles. "I already showered and changed but I just have to finish my mission report and then I'm all yours"

You pecked the frown that made its way to his face, your thumb brushing over the crease between his brows.

"But I haven't seen you in so long" Bucky mumbled, reluctantly detouring away from your shared bedroom, taking you to the conference room instead.

"I promise I'll be quick-Bucky what are you-" You squeaked as you felt his cool arm effortlessly wrap around your waist, lifting you up so he could sit in the chair instead, plopping you onto his lap.

"I'll be patient" Bucky gave you an innocent shrug, not willing to wait for you to finish so he could spend time with you. You giggled at his clinginess, opening your laptop and pulling up the file you had to fill out; of course his patience lasts all of 10 seconds before his hands slowly slip under your shirt.

"Bucky, what are you doing"

"Nooothin'" he ignored the pointed look you gave him over your shoulder while he started to needily paw at your hips, slowly making his way up to your waist, caressing your skin. "Just feelin' you"

"I can see that" you shook your head, returning to your report, trying desperately to recall various details while your boyfriends hands continued to wander around. You could barely type out a sentence, squeaking when his cool metal fingers brushed near the top of your breast, tracing along the outline of your bra.

"Bucky"

"Y/n"

"You're distracting me"

"No, You're distracting me" He countered with another shrug, adjusting his hips, the movement causing you to shift right onto his-

"Bucky!"

"What" He gave you an innocent pout as if his thick erection wasn't about to pop out of his jeans.

"Your not so little friend there is about to stab my ass" You snoted, ignoring the way his hard length pressed against you made your stomach flip.

"Help him out then" Bucky smirked with a raise of his brow, "C'mon, it'll help me keep my hands to myself if he gets some attention"

"Bucky-

"Please baby, I promise I'll behave, just let me put it in you, I won't move, no more distractions, scouts honor"

"You're a little shit" You rolled your eyes, biting back a smirk as you got up to pull down your sweats while Bucky unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out. He groaned as he swiped his thick cockhead through your folds, your slick already making a mess between your thighs.

"Looks like I wasn't the only distracted on, huh" He whispered against the shell of your head as he pressed inside, the both of you gasping at the feeling of him stretching you. He was careful to lower you slowly, inching his way until you were perfectly seated on his lap and entirely full of him. "Mpph, fuck you feel good baby, keep me nice and warm, that's it" He nipped on your earlobe while you took a moment to recompose, your tight walls fluttering against his shaft.

"I-have to finish this-" Your voice melted off into a moan, how were you going to get anything done, it had been so long since you'd felt your boyfriends fat cock absolutely rail you, making you cum and squirt till you nearly passed out, his length fucking your brains out until he was ready to fill you, his moans and grunts all just for you while his cock exploded with thick streams of cum that would drip out-

"You won't get anything done if you keep grinding on me princess" Bucky's strained, teasing voice broke you from your train of thought, not even realizing you'd been pushing your hips further back on him, trying to feel more. "You sure you gotta finish this right now?"

"Y-yes" You tried to fill out the next section, your eyes rolling back instead when Bucky adjusted himself, pushing himself till his tip kissed your cervix.

"You sure baby, I can make you feel really good"

"I-

"It's been so long angel, I need you, fuck, need you so bad" The neediness of his voice only set you off further, a gush of your arousal pooling out of you, getting the patch of curls at the base of his cock messy. It certainly wasn't missed by Bucky, his hands holding onto your hips so he could gently thrust his hips up just enough for you to feel the slightest movement. "Please baby, m'so hard, balls are fuckin' full, swear my cock's ready to burst there's so much cum for you-

All it took was you shutting your laptop for Bucky to swipe his arm and clear the table of its contents, bending you over the table while he was still deep inside you.

"Fuck, I needed this!" He growled, grabbing you hips and setting a brutal pace without warning, his head thrown back, the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixing with your moans.

"OH-FUCK-J-AMIE" You squealed feeling Bucky angle his hips to hit a spot that made a mess everywhere, your juices dripping onto his jeans, the material turning darker making him fuck you harder.

"That's it baby, make a mess on me, make a mess on my cock, give me what I've been missing so fuckin' bad"

You were nothing more than a babbling mess letting Bucky take what he needed, your legs nearly buckling from pleasure.

"Wanna see you" He pulled out and handled you with ease as he picked you up and placed you onto the table, throwing your pants off and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He didn't waste any time as he slipped in again, the both of you moaning and he started to move again, your tummy bulging each time he fucked into you. "Missed you so much angel, fuck you have no idea"

"Missed you-t-too" You hiccuped from a mixture of emotion and your building orgasm, a mix of everything making your vision blur with white spots and tears. "Missed you so much, Bucky"

"Cum for me angel, I want it, wanna feel my angel cum on my cock, please-" Bucky's pace stuttered as his cock squirted precum, his balls growing heavy, struggling to hold on, "m'gonna cum, can't hold it baby, give it to me"

"I-I-OH FUCK" You let out a silent scream as Bucky slipped his hand between your bodies, his thumb pressed onto your clit rubbing gentle circles. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his own ready to shoot from the base of his cock, the tip already dribbling-

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl, so pretty when you cum for me baby, fuck me I won't last, shit-I-FUCKK" The first burst of cum flooded and painted your walls, his cock throbbing so hard it nearly sent you into a second climax, "Hng, it's so much, mmph"

Bucky clung onto you with his face buried into your neck, shuddering as his body shook from the waves of his orgasm. He held onto you, keeping you wrapped up as he sat back on the chair, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you"

"I love you too but I need to finish" You sleepily mumbled while Bucky shook his head, carrying you off for some much needed proper cuddles.

"You can finish later after we get some dinner in you and two more orgasms and a nice long shower, maybe a massage and THEN you can-"

"You filthy animals" Tony's voice cut through Bucky's list as he stood at the conference door with an amused smirk on his face.

"Oh my god" You kept your face buried in Bucky's neck, the oversized shirt you were wearing covering up what was going on but there was no mistaking what happened with Bucky's jeans around his ankles.

"Couldn't wait 10 minutes, huh"

"Would you?" Bucky didn't even bother arguing back, raising his brow with a smug smile.

"Can't argue with that" Tony nodded with approval, walking off while Bucky cackled without an ounce of shame.

"You little shit" You stayed pressed against his neck, while Bucky carried you off to your shared bedroom, plopping you onto the bed.

"Now about those two orgasms-"

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Self-On Kode with Mark ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Mark x f!idol!reader

summary: you and you boyfriend Mark are paired up for an interview, but do you even know you're texting each other? No.

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

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Mark got comfortable in the plush, pink chair of the Kode set with a shy smile, "Ah hello, I'm Mark from NCT." He pushes his earbuds into his ears and begins playing his music, "today I'll be known as Cheetah. Um, I couldn't really think of anything else and the fans already call me a cheetah so it was easy to think of."

On the opposite side of the wall, you settle into your own chair while smiling at the camera while introducing yourself, "I was so confused when I was asked to pick a wild cat as my screen name. It was such an oddly specific category, and even weirder when you told me cheetah was already taken. Anyway, I chose Tiger because they're the next prettiest."

Your music begins to play through your earbuds as your phone vibrates from the first message from your partner. "Yo?" you read in confusion, staring at your screen with pure confusion, "is that it? This is a man isn't it? Girls don't talk like this."

On the other side of the wall Mark laughs softly, covering his mouth as he reads the message. "This person is so happy. I've never seen anyone write hi with this many i's."

You and Mark text back and forth for a while, sharing your hobbies and sending memes back and forth until the both of your are giggling madly on your respective sides of the set. Of course, after nearly 2 years together you'd know how to make each other laugh, even without knowing you're texting each other. Your partner still doesn't give you any identifying traits or hints as to who they are. Well, besides clearly being a man based on how he texts.

Following the instruction of the staff, you send a screenshot of your home screen. You pout, feeling slightly bad for your partner. Just two days ago you'd gotten a new phone and hadn't yet had the time to make it yours. It was stuck with the boring default background and a handful of apps you considered to be essential. You explain as much with the text accompanying the screenshot.

And Mark's screenshot? Well, it might as well be just as boring as yours. He has the blur set on the photo so all you see is an indistinct mess of colors. Two distinct blobs which could be the shape of two people or two flowers or two guitars or two cats.

"Wow," you say as you typed out the word, "we are two very boring people. You really don't want me to know who you are."

Mark laughs out brightly while he reads your text, "me? You haven't even changed your own yet!"

"I told you I just got a new phone and haven't had time yet!" You laugh to yourself while typing out your message.

Your joking back and forth gets the two of you off track while you playfully poke fun at each other back and forth until the staff ask you both who you think you're texting. Mark looks at the camera while he tries to think, "I have no clue. It's a girl, surely but it could be anyone. Do you pick random people off the street to do these videos?"

On the other side of the wall, you blush softly, covering your face while your face cools down, "is it weird if I say it's my boyfriend? He just seems so much like Mark."

It's one of the few times you've ever referred to Mark as your boyfriend for any sort media. You and Mark had technically been a public couple for about a year now, since your respective companies had come out with their statements to reveal your relationship. How you'd been able to conceal a year of your relationship was beyond the both of you. Well, a lot of dark, oversized clothes and hats and masks to conceal your faces.

After the company statements, you and Mark seemed to be even better at hiding. You barely glanced at each other at award shows, and if you did, it was only friendly, nothing that could be interpreted as anything else. There were very few glimpses into your relationship beyond birthday and anniversary posts with obscured faces and sharing each other's most recent comebacks on your stories. Privacy was something you both valued and of course you were more than ok with doing any type of promotion with Mark, it just never worked out that way. Until now (not that you knew). Plus, it wasn't like this interview would give anyone any important details of your relationship anyway.

When the staff prompt you both to share a screenshot of your most recently listened to songs, you stare at your screen with a look of blank surprise, "this is just a mix of Drake and Justin Bieber. It's Mark, it has to be."

You zoom in on the picture, mumbling about how you see more music that is so distinctly Mark while on the other side Mark looks at the screenshot you send excitedly. "She's a fan! Of me! Wow, she's listened to Child and Golden Hour and 200! Ok, I have to chill out a bit," he tells himself even as he types out his message telling you that you have good music taste.

You snort at his message just as the staff laugh at the exchange at the same time. The head producer instructs you both to find your baby pictures to send to the other.

You look up from your phone, looking at the camera and the staff, "surely, you'd think a couple who have been together for this long have seen pictures of each other when they were kids, right?" The staff nods in response before you speak again, "well, we haven't! I've only seen what has been posted online. Same for him!"

Mark sends you a picture of him as a baby where he's a few months old and you coo immediately. You zoom in as close as you can drawing your phone closer to you face as you star adoringly at the baby on your screen. "He's the cutest little thing I've ever seen! I've never seen a cuter baby in my life! Oh, I just want to squeeze his cheeks and cuddle him," you gush over the adorable picture of the chubby baby boy with an adoring look on your face.

Mark looks at his phone, the camera, the staff, his phone again, the camera again with a look of pure and utter confusion as he looks at what he can only assume is a child covered in frosting. "You can barely tell this is a human, how is this supposed to help me figure out who I've been texting?" Mark asks, zooming in on the picture while the staff bursts out in laughter. When he finds out who he's talking to...

So when he staff ask for a final guess as to who you've been texting you say Mark's name confidently while Mark ultimately utters out, "Maybe someone from a girl group... maybe it's Yeri."

When the staff ask you both to stand and get ready to face each other to reveal yourselves. Instead of walking toward Mark, you find yourself behind the set so you're behind Mark.

Mark walks forward slowly, waiting to see when he'll spot his interview partner, but when he sees an empty spot, he faces the camera and the staff with a quizzical smile, "was I talking to a ghost?"

They laugh softly and murmur amongst themselves while you finally reach forward and tap his shoulder softly. Mark jumps, completely scared by the touch. He turns to you with his eyes wide with surprise, "you?!"

"Yes, me!"

After you're both seated at the high top table and calmed down from the surprise meeting with on another, you're both ready to talk to each other in front of the camera once again. You smile softly at your boyfriend, "I knew it was you."

Mark scoffs, "how?"

"Yo," you repeat the word from his first message with a poor imitation of his voice, "all the Drake, all the Bieber-- oh my gosh, Mark! Your baby picture!"

Mark laughs, taking your hand in his out of view of the camera, "speaking of baby pictures, what did you send me?"

Your brows furrow softly at his question, "I sent you a picture of me as a baby."

"There's no way that was you. You look like a little cake monster."

"It was from my first birthday..." you pout at Mark.

"Don't get pouty with me, you were completely covered, how could I have known? I can pout too! My face used to be your homescreen and now it's the plain default screen," Mark tells you with a playful pointed look.

"Mark," you deadpan, "you were with me when I got my new phone."

"Oh yeah..." Mark blushes with embarrassment.

"Anyway, who did you think I was?"

Mark squeezes your hand nervously beneath the table, his thumb rubbing at your knuckles a little anxiously, "I had no clue, to be honest. I knew you were a girl but I didn't know it was you."

When the staff ask Mark how he didn't know but you did, all he can do is blush and laugh out a nervous response. You turn to him with a playful accusatory look of your own, "yeah, how come you didn't know?"

"I don't really pay attention to how you text, just what we text about..."

You and the staff coo as you pinch his cheeks and cup his face lovingly, "you're so cute, but you were cuter as a baby."

"My mom says the same thing," Mark rolls his eyes.

Your conversation winds down and you both pose for the selfie at the end. You both pull silly faces, cheeks pressed together and eyes scrunched shut with your tongues sticking out.

Despite the stupid picture you both took, the screen fades to black with a completely different picture of you and Mark laughing while looking at each other with hearts in your eyes and bright smiles on your faces.

[yougavememyopia]

Part 1, 18+ NSFW, he comes from your kisses. Grinding a tiny bit. Nothing too graphic. Threats of suicide. Yeah, enjoy! The third part will be super smutty, promise.

Crybaby yandere, who loved to lay his head on your lap. Your hand lost in his fluffy hair, scratching his scalp gently. He sighed quietly, the flood of tears running down to stain your clothes.

He'd do this often. Latch onto you for comfort— muffled sobs leaving him while he stuffed his face under your shirt— his nose poking your stomach, hot breaths fanning your skin. His arms draped over your waist, tightening each time your petting stopped, whining softly.

"This feels like heaven. Ugh, your smell is driving me crazy... hic! Don't ever stop petting me, please. I love you— so, so much! "

He suddenly sat up to face you with his big, glassy eyes. A begging look on his face that he gave you so often. You knew what he wanted from the way his eyes moved to your lips. His mouth opening only to sound a whimper. Your kisses took him to paradise, but it was so embarrassing for him to ask.

You couldn't be cruel to him. At least not so early in this 'relationship' that you ended up accepting. He made your heart melt— an innocent, pretty looking boy who longed nothing but to be suffocated by your love— how could you turn him away?

He'd cry so cutely every time you made out with him. Eye closed and head tilted backwards against the couch as you take it further by kissing up and down his neck. He was already panting, his uneven, shaky breathing increasing when you reached down under his clothes. Caressing and stroking his stomach.

The dried tears on his cheek washed away with new ones. He felt ecstatic. The happiest he'd ever been. Whimpers and soft gasps filled the silence while you sucked marks on his skin. He couldn't help but moan at the thought of you claiming him— the pleasured tears now stinging his poor eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" You said sweetly, cupping his face and pulling back to look at the disheveled mess you created. "Is it too much for you, baby?"

"Mmgh... It feels amazing." He swallowed heavily, his tongue wiping the drool at the corner of his mouth. You had no idea what that nickname did to him. It made him all stupid— he just wanted to kneel down and let you control him however you wanted. "Oh, fuck. I think I'm gonna die..."

He closed his eyes, unable to look at you. A bit embarrassed at his sensitivity and the uncontrollable buldge nudging for your attention. He shifted around on your lap— was it possible to come just from making out? He felt so close already and you haven't even touched him.

You press soft kisses on his precious eyelids. Feeling his hot cheeks under your tongue. You lapped up the salty droplets, tracing a wet line over his swollen bottom lip. Reminding him of all the kisses you shared.

He couldn't hold back anymore. With a grind against your thighs, he came undone— his fingers digging into your shoulders and his head thrown back in pleasure. Moaning loudly while his back arched.

His tongue dangled out as you sucked on it, sharing a heated kiss. Whines swallowed up by your mouth. Drool spilling from the corner of his lips. He felt so dizzy, so so good. His pants all ruined, and his heart racing out of control. Almost like he was on the brink of passing out.

"You have the lewdest expressions." You teased him in a sultry voice. But instead of going all shy and covering his face, he looked at you with an uncertain gaze.

"You're... gonna keep me, right?" His breathing turned normal, voice barely a whisper. "You're not gonna leave me, right? If- If you do, I swear I'll kill myself. I can't live without you. I can't... I just can't."

Your brows furrowed. What was he going on about? He was so insecure; despite all the times you reassured him, he behaved in a way that made it seem like you secretly hated him. You barely got a moment of solitude ever since he broke into your house, but never complained about it. So where did all his sensitivity come from?

"I need you, do you understand? I need you! Life before you was..." He gulped, the grip on your shoulders tightening. "I can't go back... can't. Can't. I- I love you. I swear, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. If I never met you, I would've..."

"Hey. I'm here now, right? How about a bath? Does that sound good, baby?" You suggested, to ease his mind. Hands resting on his soft thighs. Messaging them gently. "I can wash your hair, and-"

"You don't want to see me naked..." He mumbled. His hands lowering down to yours. He looked so sad. Pleading eyes waiting for your sweet praise. Ears perked up for the words he wanted to hear.

"I'm not gonna judge you. I won't abandon you. I... I'll keep you, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" You sighed, unsure why you felt a bit agitated. It was as if he was doing this on purpose. Slowly manipulating you with guilt so he could get the reaction he wanted.

A shy blush appeared on his face, the red hue coating his skin. Loving every word of approval. "More... S-say I'm yours. Please... Ah, I want to hear it so bad! Please! Call me yours, your baby. A good boy! Your good boy. Pleasepleaseplease."

His fingers curled around yours, frustrated tears already wetting his eyelashes as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. Wanting nothing more than make you possessive of him. His dirty pants rubbed against you when he shifted closer. The cute pout back to make your stomach flutter. You wanted to spoil him rotten.

Pt.3

[kahlilahmad12]

💔 Please help us survive - A message from Khalil from Gaza 💔

My name is Khalil, and I'm from Gaza.

I never imagined I'd be asking for help this way. But now, I have no choice.

My younger siblings go to bed hungry every night. We haven't had enough food for weeks. Even a bag of flour is out of our reach—a kilogram now costs $50, and we simply can't afford it.

Yesterday, we saw what was happening in the barracks in Rafah where people had gone to collect aid. The bombing targeted people demanding food. They were bombed, and many people were killed.

And I understood. Because I would have done the same thing if it meant feeding my siblings.

My younger sister has developed severe anemia from malnutrition. The doctor warned us: "If they don't get enough food soon, they could suffer permanent damage, like polio, or worse."

We've already lost our home. We sleep wherever we can find shelter from the bombs. But this slow hunger? It's worse. It's cruel.

Seeing your siblings crying from hunger, and having nothing to offer them, is unbearable.

Please, I beg you from the bottom of my heart.

Help us buy just the basics—flour, rice, anything to survive.

Even if you don't have a hand to make a difference.

And if you can't donate, share this. It might reach someone who can. 📌Campaign link:

[Help my family - Gaza is starving]

Note: The situation in Gaza is catastrophic. Nearly all of its population is facing severe food shortages, with more than 495,000 people, including children, at risk of starvation due to severe food shortages, according to the Integrated Food Security Phase Classification (IPC). Access to humanitarian assistance is the difference between life and death for Gaza's residents right now.

[xinganhao]

🍨 svt spoiling their partner.

★ prompt: how ot13 spoils their partner? 🥹🥹🥹 i am just a girl give me treats c/o @shinwonderful

ⓘ established relationship, pet names, fluff. headcanons under the cut. special thanks to @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping! ♡

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seungcheol 𖹭 planning dates. he will refuse to let you lift a finger for your day out. everything will be meticulously laid out, finetuned to be something that you'll enjoy. his goal is to lessen the mental load of decision-making and planning; he wants you to be able to focus solely on enjoying the surprise, and he'll break his back to make sure that happens.

jeonghan 𖹭 'parallel play'. even if the two of you might not be interested in the same things, that's okay. he's happiest to spend quality time with you at home, where the two of you are free to do your own thing within eachother's presence. just being in your vicinity already makes him content, and so he plans everything around the two of you getting to explore and share your respective hobbies.

shua 𖹭 acts of service. need help with your taxes? need someone to fill up your tank? he's already on it. he'll say that these are all 'little things', call it the bare minimum, when it's apparent that he makes it a conscious effort to make your day-to-day easier. his brand of spoiling you comes in the form of quietly doing things that will improve your quality of life.

junhui 𖹭 buying clothes you'll like. he can't help it, really. when he sees an article of clothing that he thinks suits your style? when he finds a local brand that shares your advoacy? he's already pulling out his wallet. he likes the idea of dressing you up. nothing makes him happier than knowing you're wearing an outfit that he entirely picked out for you.

soonyoung 𖹭 daily reasons why he loves you. people always joke that he has a bit of a motormouth, so why shouldn't he use it on talking about you, you, you? he's big on words of affirmation, on making sure you never doubt how he feels for you. he'll point out the little and big things that make him adore you, and it's never the same reason twice.

wonwoo 𖹭 indulging your interests. he may not always understand these trends— blind boxes, must-have fashion pieces, et cetera— but he'll never make you feel bad about it. if there's anything that you want, he's already doing everything within his power to get it. his greatest joy is seeing your face light up once he's gotten you your 'priority' item; it's why he keeps doing it in the first place.

jihoon 𖹭 trying new things for you. there's a long list of things that jihoon never thought he'd do, but then he started dating you. time and time again, he willingly goes out of his comfort zone to accompany you on the little adventures and experiences that you ask to go on. he does these things scared, does them anxious, does them begrudgingly,— does them all for you.

seokmin 𖹭 meals he thinks you'll like. he's the type to have dozens of tabs open for homemade recipes dot com. he knows he's an amateur at this, but he's undeterred in trying. whether it's a trending pastry on tiktok or the comfort meal that your mother makes you, he's determined to learn it so you're always eating well.

mingyu 𖹭 getting-to-know card games. he gives as good as he takes, which means mingyu's way is to listen and remember. a night where the two of you can just have deep conversations with no interruptions is his ideal evening. he will know he succeeded if the two of you end up talking until the sun rises, feeling like the hours haven't passed at all.

minghao 𖹭 postcards from tour stops. he loves art and he loves you. his postcards are pocket-sized reminders of those facts, always packaged with a few choice words that are sweet and sincere. his trinkets are very "i-got-you-this-because-it-reminded-me-of-you" in nature, and you know each one was purchased with you at the front of mind.

seungkwan 𖹭 getting you your favorites. he figures he should put his industry connections to use somehow. he's always amused by how happy you get over a rare photocard, signed album, or concert tickets, and so he keeps it up. buying dozens of albums, contacting other labels, bearing the arduous ticketing. your excitement at the end of it makes it all worth it.

vernon 𖹭 producing songs. he hadn't really pegged himself as the making-music-for-the-sake-of-it type until he met you. now, he revels in getting to send you a track that's for your ears only. all the lyrics just seems to flow naturally when it's you inspiring him, and so he sends you works-in-progress with reminders that you're the only intended audience.

chan 𖹭 at-home massages. he's all too familiar with the aches of an ailing body, so he knows exactly how and where to work on you. he always does what he calls 'the works'— a good bath, scented candles, essential oils. he lets you take your time, and he takes his time with you in helping you unwind.

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