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[lizlovestofangirl]

apparently oscar barely cuts his nails so imagine us refusing to let him finger us unless he trims them

letter from liz... sorry this took so long! i was trying to figure out what i am comfortable writing and i have settled on fade to black/suggestive and descriptions but no actual smut. hope this is still close to what you wanted though <3

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oscar was so desperate for you. he had been away for a race and then his flight got delayed so he hadn't seen you in a week. he had behaved himself while he sat next to you, eating the dinner you had cooked, and even while you were getting ready for bed, slipping out of your jeans and top and into one of his big shirts. once you had made your way to bed, he started to kiss your jaw and down your neck, his hands traveling further and further down as the minutes passed. "please, baby," he begged.

"lemme see," you whispered, taking his hands into yours to examine his nails. "no, too long," you decided. "sex, then?" he asked. "no, baby, we're both too tired. just get some rest, we have all day and all night tomorrow." he sighed and moved from hovering over you to resting next to you. he pulled you to lay on top of him, effectively switching your positions. "fine, tomorrow." you smiled and kissed his cheek, already starting to nod off.

the next day, his nails were trimmed. nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted, you.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ꒱ 이민형

summary : one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you — even if you were annoyingly drunk — and he was embarrassingly in love

genre : fluff, mark x afab!reader, slice of life tws : language, kissing, mentions of alcohol, pet names author notes : oh he’d be a good boyfriend i just know it word count : 1k

it’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset—though he’d never let you know that.

he just loved you too much for that. and you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you; he’d never dream of ruining that.

“baby,” he stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping. “hold on, just a little longer… why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? thank god the elevator isn’t out. is the view really worth it though?” he watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.

your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up. deadpanning, you replied. “duh.” to which he just laughed at. “you just don’t get it mark! have you seen it? it’s beautiful! not more than you, but you know.”

“many times—actually, i helped you move in, baby.”

you giggled, head falling into his side. “y-yeah, you did… do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? he wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! oh my god, it was so funny i swear i peed my pants!”

mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. however, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. but he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. he loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make more. and truthfully, he loved you more.

the elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.

you trudged along, holding him back with his attempts to keep a steady pace. you knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.

“work—with—me—here, y/n. please,” he gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure. “do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”

your eyes narrowed soberly. “are you staying?”

“will that make you walk faster?”

as if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move—clumsily, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.

he laughed in disbelief, then relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door; mark putting in the passcode and it chiming with satisfaction.

“you scare me sometimes, baby.”

you hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. you slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.

“let’s go to bed!” and when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you—your feet comically still stomping in place. your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.

“first,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run, but he turned off into your bathroom. he hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “your makeup.”

you whined, trying to get out of his grip. “no.”

“you’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” he grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body. “it won’t take long.”

your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “promise.” you weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.

his pinky connected with yours. “promise.” he replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.

he got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. he gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. you couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep. instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics, but letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.

mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. he thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. the slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. he swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him—so adamant to have him by your side—to have him love you.

and he did.

he loved you so fucking much. his future was you. if he was your world, you were his sun. you were his lifeline. you were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. if he was a producer, you were his muse. everything revolved around you. even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. he was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. he was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one. he’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.

honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could feel the tears welling up.

he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked blearily.

you smiled sleepily. “when’d you get here, baby?”

he could feel your arms climb to be around his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. you always craved the warmth (even without thinking) like you were cold-blooded.

“i’m always here.” he kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips. “now, let’s go to bed?”

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[icewons]

hey!! since u said ur taking requests do u mind doing bf texts with enha jay or something similar? fluff and gn!reader :] hope ur having a good day!! i love ur fics sm 🫶🫶

୨୧ boyfriend texts with jay !

# note ! : thank you for requesting this <3 i love writing jay 😕☝️ and i appreciate your love for my works, always a favorite moot <3 i hope you enjoy this !!

boyfriend! jay x gn! reader. + genre ! fluff, texts. warnings ? : kms jokes, making out mentioned, pet names used. it gets sappy at the end … oops. library ..

feedback & reblogs are appreciated !! <3

FINISHED !

( 💭 ) — the end might be a little cheesy, or cringe, but i wanted to put it in there since a lot of people struggle with being proud of themselves, and i want whoever reads this to feel loved <3

requests are open. send through asks or dm !!

sending to .. @enhaas @starchasing-cryptid @lavendersloane @academiq @sol3chu ( check here if you wish to be on the perm taglist! )

© icewons do not copy or repost pls.

[siriusly-parker]

“JJK REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!”

–she yelled, as if anybody cared.

I'm so so happy to be writing again! I'm inspired and having fun, which I haven't had in a while, but I also miss how active I used to be on tumblr! chatting w/ anons and sharing our thoughts about the characters we love the most. you guys are all so creative and I love to hear from you, so here is a reminder that my ask box is OPEN for everything and anything!

you can send requests for small blurbs, brainrots, social media aus, headcanons, or just talk and ask my thoughts or share yours!!

you can see a list of my fandoms on my page, but I'm mainly only writing for jjk right now! my favourite are always megumiiii, gojo, and ino, and I've been having a recent hyper fixation on yuuji lollll, but feel free to ask for anyone!! I also love nanami, suguru, yutaaaaa (<333333), toge, and anyone really so feel free to ask!! (except if its mahito. 😐 don't even ask.)

glad to be back!! (I'm so stupid to do this cause it's my finals 🤡, but I'm crazy and this is the only thing keeping me going, but I may be slower to answer asks and focus on small blurbs/smaus instead of full length pics rn!)

why is this so longgggg??? I'm such a yapper 😭

anyways! request/talk here!

( ˘ ³˘) ♡ just remember to respectful and have fun! nsfw is allowed <3

[anqlicrosie]

⣼ moodboard girle . ꤦ🛍️

𐙚. GUIDE : here's a list to all the links of moodboards, gifs and edits i've posted on my page! each section is divided based on grps w/ mb events at the end!

no. of moodboards created : 47

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꒰ AESPA ⎯⎯ i. ꒱ 🫧

karina 一 001 (🎀), 002 (🧢), 003 (🌌), 004 (🐢), 005 (🥟), 006 (📒), 007 (🏫), 008 (🍄), 009 (🫧), 010 (🍑)

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[birdoboxes]

hello! your work is so cute wtf?? may i request a box that says 'This user is normal about Generation Loss' with the Genloss logo and a red/black color scheme? thank you so much if you do this!

Omg thank you you are so nice aaaaa 😭😭🩷🩷🩷

I know nothing about genloss, but it seems fun! Thank you so much for the request ~!!

[liliesdiary]

LILY i love you and your moodboards sm 💌 i was wondering if you could make me a rick moodboard with this pic ILY:

thank you for the request, ily <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Rick Grimes & His Angel ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[iamred-iamyellow]

this is me begging for anything with liam or logan bc how can two people be so underrated (and unfairly treated by team principles)

ps. i love you

HI LIZ MWAH MWAH I'm sorry this took so long :( I was originally gonna make a liam fic for your request but after the news about logan I figured I’d knock out some fics for him

"and unfairly treated by team principals" if only we knew 😔

ps. I love you more

HERES THE FIC

[alastwhorez]

I'll have time this week to write some more one shots

If there is anything you want to see me write send me a request. I'll be working on the ones I already have tonight and tomorrow ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

[ii2ko]

gonna post this week……or the next…. We’ll never know….

[lizlovestofangirl]

"you always do this. making me look like the bad guy." with Oscar please

warnings... use of y/n, kind of open ending, swearing

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"you told kika and alex about our fight?" oscar seathed as you seperated from the group, starting the walk home to your shared apartment.

"i mean, yeah, i was really upset and didn't want to do anything unreasonable to i talked to them. are you mad?" you replied as you started to get more worried than confused. this was unlike oscar, both the fight earlier and the outbreak now. he was always you sweet, loving boy. it might have been the alcohol or stress from racing, but he was on a war path tonight.

"yeah, no shit i'm mad. they told charles and pierre and now they're telling me a million things i should have done differently."

"oh, i'm sorry i-"

"no, y/n, i'm not finished. you always do this, making me look like the bad guy." your lips parted, thinking about saying something, but then you pressed them together in a tight smile.

"maybe it's because you were being a bad guy, oscar." you never called him that. always osc, never oscar. now it was his turn to be at a loss for words. he stepped a little further away from you, walking for a bit before pulling out his phone and staying on it for the rest of the walk back. when you got back to the apartment, he passed out on the bed while you were still changing clothes, leaving you in more painful silence. you were going to go to bed angry, the one thing he swore to never do. so, you slipped away, away from the apartment, away from him, going to stay with one of your friends for the night. if he decided to finally apoligize, maybe you'd come back. if not, what was done had been done.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! ꒱ 김동현

summary : you’ve been bored of your boyfriends calm demeanor, so you decided to prank him just to see if he’d start a fight—however, it gave you something much better

genre : kinda angsty, suggestive, leehan x afab!reader tws : language, kinda toxic behavior, suggestive content author notes : sorry this took a while i’ve been supah swamped but i hope you enjoyed the direction i took your request in !! word count : 1.4k

you don’t know why you were doing this. even as you applied the black, green and blue makeup, you couldn’t think of a valid reason. yet, here you were, sat on your couch scrolling through your phone, just awaiting the opportunity to prank your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend.

maybe he’d gotten too comfortable in your relationship. hell, you used whatever excuse to try and justify it. but, the truth is, you wanted to see if he had it in him to get mad at you. he was so damn peaceful all the time—you loved that about him, really—nonetheless, deep down, your heart raced with the thought; the anticipation when he’d finally catch a glimpse of your artwork that he’d deem someone else’s.

this was fun.

you knew it’d work. you’ve never let leehan purposefully leave marks on your skin, not because it didn’t feel good to have him kiss you, but simply because you’ve always found them tacky and a hassle to cover up. you’d wasted so much makeup in the past trying to do so, so whenever he’d come close to leaving purple patches, you’d tell him to stop. he’d even bargained with leaving them in places only he could see, but you still refused. especially if you couldn’t return the favor.

you knew this was an evil way to push his buttons, that you oh-so-desperately wanted to see pushed. it was selfish, really, however at this moment in time the plan was already set into action. you wanted to start a fight, just to see if he could.

he’s never gotten mad at you. he’s never yelled at you. he’s never dared put a hand on you. and that was a dream, but somewhere deep down, you knew it was also just as boring as it was desirable. you wanted him to yell at you. at least once. manhandle you— consensually, of course. you wanted so much, and maybe this wasn’t the right way to bring it up, but it didn’t matter anymore as his voice broke through the silenced air.

“what’s that?”

“what’s what?” you asked, acting obliviously as you scrolled through twitter and instagram in turns.

he shrugged, and you don’t know if it was the fact that he seemingly didn’t care, or if it was that maybe he just brushed it under the rug as anything else, that began to piss you off.

nonetheless, you decided you were in it for the long run. after all, you wanted to see if he’d start the fight.

and throughout the rest of the afternoon you’d catch leehan staring in your direction, shifting his gaze when you’d make eye-contact. he kept a calm demeanor, never asking again what the purple marks on your neck were. he’d even hugged you before he left for practice, getting all up close and personal with the artwork.

you were finding it hard to believe he hadn’t noticed.

maybe he was gathering his thoughts. maybe he was trying to decided why you didn’t smell like another man—why he knew you wouldn’t do that to him. maybe as much as his buttons were pushed, this was it for his stemmed anger. maybe dance practice was his way to relieve the stress you caused from time-to-time. maybe the cool, calm and collected leehan was the only version of your otherwise, smiley, boyfriend.

maybe you were beginning to feel bad because you had no idea the feelings he had towards this prank. did it upset him? you wouldn’t be none-the-wiser to it if it had. he was good at shielding emotions, and maybe that’s where you needed to draw the line. maybe that’s where your conversation should’ve began, instead of whatever the hell tiktok had inspired you to do.

you kept looking at the clock on your home screen, counting down the minutes until he’d come back to you. and just as you had decided to end the prank, opting for a civil—adult-ish—conversation, a text illuminated your dark screen.

it read: we need to talk.

yet you couldn’t decipher the hidden meaning. of course you knew what it was about, that’s the only thing that’s been wrong throughout the last few months between you two. what else could it be? and why, now that you were finally getting what you wanted, didn’t it feel good?

you didn’t answer him, partially because you didn’t know what to say; it was a prank. i just wanted to see if you’d get mad at me. i’m so bored of this. nothing seemed correct, or frankly, truthful.

you also knew that he wasn’t far. he wouldn’t have texted you otherwise, just to torcher you—though it would’ve been deserved. so, you waited by the door for your boyfriend to get back, the thought of washing away the eyeshadow long gone.

then, it finally opened with the pattern of your key code. the air became thick and you found it hard to swallow with a lump in your throat. were you sorry? yes. did you feel bad for being immature? yes. was a tiny part of you still curious to see how this would play out?

yes.

"y/n," was the first, and only, thing he muttered for a couple of excruciatingly long minutes. you watched as he put his bag down, eyed him as he took his shoes off, and almost burst when he ran a hand through his hair. maybe leehan was able to torcher you, even if unintended.

his eyes finally met yours, but then they drifted to your neck, and further to your collar bone. he knew. he's known since the first question left his lips hours and hours ago.

"what's that?" his arms snaked between each other, and you found it wrong to think it was hot, but you very much did.

almost like deja vu, the same feeling crept up from down within you. "what's what?" you reenacted. although this time, he didn't let it go. he approached you quickly, too fast to get away before you were sandwiched between the plaster and his body.

his hands were slow with movements. those oh-so-stupid-fucking-hands that had you, literally, at his fingertips. one forcing your head by your jaw to expose your neck, while the other brushed away the hair that disguised the marks from his view.

you fronted being indifferent, but truth be told, if he wasn't holding you up your knees would have buckled already, leaving you as a mess on the floor in front of him.

"you must think i don't know you," he voiced, holding eye-contact as he pushed his thumb between your lips, gathering just enough saliva to then press the digit to your neck and swipe. and it smudged with enough force, despite being labeled as waterproof. "tell me why you felt the need to paint these on. i couldn't think of one good reason all day, princess."

and the nickname he always called you—innocently and less than—had your heart in absolute shambles; the anticipation was just as good as if he'd raised his voice, you thought.

maybe your vanilla-scented boyfriend had finally gotten the hint that you wanted more, despite going about it in a less than thoughtful way. and maybe you realized that you didn't hate that he was always nice, no you loved that about him, but sometimes it was okay if he wanted to be a little bit meaner with you. after all, he could always say my... anything he wanted, and that would still mean that he saw you as his forever only.

"i-i," you couldn't think straight when he attached his lips over the previously (fakely) marked spots. his breath was hot, lips gentle then firm as he sucked against the spots he knew you'd rarely let him have his way with. "i—uh, fuck. leehan,"

his voice was low against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and a whimper up your throat. "if you wanted something, you could've just asked me, baby. i'd give you anything."

the eyes that you've grown comfortable with always seemed to be there despite the firm placement he had you in. you knew he loved you more than anything, so you knew his words were true. and his demeanor broke when he kissed your lips, almost giving you whiplash.

his palms laid flat against your cheeks, thumbs rubbing sweetly. "if you wanted everyone to know that you're mine, let me do it myself."

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[theodorenmyth]

Hi, do you still take request 🎀?

Of course mll 💖 my requests are always open unless I'm on break

[siriusly-parker]

Hey I have a Rafe x reader request but I dont wanna spoil anything for you!!! So I was wondering if you’ve finished S3 yet before I send it my request xx

omg yes i forgot to mention! i finished obx3!! so feel free to talk about anything!!

[anqlicrosie]

Hii, can I please request a moodboard of Yuqi? Thank you!!🤍

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[birdoboxes]

omg hii!! I have a few requests if that’s alr!!

“this user’s special interest is splatoon!” with a light blue color scheme

“this user LOVES cosmic rewind!!!!” (disneyworld ride, maybe a purple color scheme and stars?)

“your humble captain, Jonny D’Ville!” based on Jonny D’Ville from the mechanisms, w a steampunk theme & stars

AAAAND

“this user is LITERALLY Marcy Wu!” with a green color scheme and a fictionkin theme?

Take ur time, I LOVE your stuff!!

Oh my gods thank you you are so kind 😭🩷 ~

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Thank you for your request, you are very kind! I'd love to make more sometime ᡣ𐭩 !!