#this shit is so corny omg

[meymey-draws]

Day 30 and 31 - JD2025 and Halloween

Hi! I know justober ended and is already very late for a halloween thingy, but last week was a very busy one for me (college stuffs) and, unfortunately, got things very late:(

Also, not forgetting the lack of motivation I had the last 2 weeks of October, couldn't draw or finish anything... Prob artblock? Idk but it sucked

Also also, I will still finish the prompts kpop and ships, they're half in the process^^

Sorry for yapping to much lol the drawing is below! TW: lots of blood (wouldn't consider gore, but is implied)

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

KLSADJFKA;FSJASKLFJAKLFD; I'm choking kfljsadfja;lf Tagaka's face TT0TT

"Ok, well, damn. Calm the fuck down. "

[goatdon]

I fear I’ve got a case of crackshipitis. like i need… need more abbott and mohan….. i need the fics like i #needthat…. need more people to talk about them in general actually

like who’s taking one for the team and writing that 60k hurt/comfort one shot..

im aware we’ve got crumbs. not even crumbs because I don’t even think you can even classify a really bad joke that did not Land at all as genuine flirting but. this is where we can use our imaginations and project guys….the potential is there

also sidebar to all of that but i refuse to spell abbott without the extra t. it’s like non negotiable.

[dearru]

up tonight thinking abt how kuroo is the best, most devoted bf ever. you never have to lift a finger when that man’s around…omg… | mlist

Boyfriend!Kuroo would rather die than let you pump your own gas. Since he’s always the one driving you around, it’s usually a non-issue, but on the rare occasions when your tank runs low, his eyes brighten almost as much as the “fuel low” signal on your dash does.

Before you can even say a word, he’s reaching for his credit card and heading straight to the gas station to fill your tank up with the premium shit!

“I can fill it up for myself, y’know.” You huff, lips puffed up into a pout as you watch him slide his card into the machine, all from the comfort of the cushiony seat of your car. As much as you appreciate the sweet gesture, you can’t help but feel slightly guilty at how much money and effort he blows on you.

“I’m aware” He hums, removing the gas cap from your vehicle like it’s second nature, “But gas stations are full of germs. Don’t want you getting your pretty hands dirty.”

You snort. “You’re so corny, Tetsu.”

He pokes his head through the window, revealing the widespread grin that’s taken over his boyish face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You laugh, leaning over to place a quick peck on his cheek before he can gloat further. “But I love you anyway.”

He melts at the feeling of your lips pressed against him. In his mind, kisses from you are worth far more than however much a full tank costs.

“I love you more.”

—a/n: pumped gas tonight and thought of this

[muniimyg]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUPERNOVA // JJK ੈ✩‧₊˚

01 | 02 | ♡ 03

— stuck in an unspoken love triangle, oc and jungkook face the end of it all

au/genre:

mean girl au

love triangle

childhood friends to lovers

note: omg ! the end <3

//

jungkook had a plan. 

he was going to show you around the new exhibit, confess, and ask to be your boyfriend. his entire life, he waited for signs and for the perfect time—only for him to realize that there will never be a moment where bells ring and tell him; now. 

no. 

you see, after all this time—for his entire life—you have been the quiet. 

his quiet. 

all his life, it’s like his eyes only focused on you. everything and everyone around him was blurry and the only real clarity he had in his life was art and you… and as corny as it is; that’s what you are to him entirely. 

art. 

from your pottery, to the way you look, and to the way you simple are—you are his favourite masterpiece. 

the canvas gallery is where you two ran around as kids, amazed at all the pieces other artists made. so, it only made sense that this would be the place where he kicks his anxiety in the ass and finally fucking goes for it. 

so, he waited. 

and waited. 

…. and waited.

and right when he was about to call you—

hana showed up. 

she grabbed his arm and yapped all about how excited she is to be here with him. to that, jungkook shook off her grip and stepped away.

...

“what are you doing here?”

“___ gave me her ticket—”

“fuck that. hana, why do you always do this? why do you always take things from ___?”

with distant yet jealous eyes, hana replied; “because she has better things than me. i like her things. is it so wrong to like her things?” 

“are you insane?”

“maybe.” hana scoffed. “i don’t get it. what does she have that i don’t? we grew up together and did everything together—yet, it’s like… i’m not even half of her.”

“because you aren’t.” he growled. “you hate ___, right?”

silence. 

“that’s okay,” jungkook exhaled. “cos i fucking hate you. with all my being. ever since you blew out ___’s 14th birthday candles. ever since you always kissed the guys she was into. ever since her pottery business bloomed and you accidently knocked over a piece she was working on for two months. god, hana. i have and will always hate you.”

“shit, jungkook. is that it? are you done—”

“no,” he sighed. “i will never be done hating you for taking every opportunity to turn anything good for ___ into something bad. you want to play mean girl? fine by me. let’s fucking play. get this through your fucking head; i will never be yours but i will forever be ___'s."

...

jungkook gave you time.

partly because he was mad—mad that you gave hana your ticket so easily, mad at how quickly you folded like you always do. but mostly, because he knows how you are in moments like this. you don’t talk. you retreat, giving yourself space to breathe, to think. he hopes you’re using the time to clear your head, making space for him.

by the third week of awkward text exchanges—his dry "good night" met with your overly polite “you too"—and no more nightly facetime calls where he fell asleep to your voice, jungkook snaps.

he gets into his car and drives to your studio.

the late afternoon light spills through the frosted windows as he parks outside. his stomach twists at the sight of the closed sign hanging on the door, but the faint hum of a song playing inside tells him you’re there. jungkook knocks, loud and insistent.

for a moment, he worries you won’t answer.

that you’ll pretend not to hear him or let the music drown him out. but then, he hears the soft shuffle of slippers and the click of the lock.

when the door creaks open, you’re there.

cheeks flushed from the warmth of the studio, hair tied back messily, and streaks of dried clay smudged across your forearms. your apron is dusted in powdery beige, a damp hand towel clutched in your fingers.

“jungkook—”

he doesn’t let you finish.

his name on your lips is enough to tip him over the edge. stepping forward, he pushes the door shut behind him and closes the space between you in one fluid motion.

your back hits the sink behind you with a soft thud, the cool porcelain biting through the thin fabric of your apron. his hands find your waist first, firm and grounding, as though he’s anchoring himself to you.

“w-what are you—”

“i can’t do this anymore,” he mutters, his voice low and trembling, the words spilling out as though they’ve been trapped inside for years.

he shifts closer, one hand leaving your waist to cradle your jaw. his thumb grazes your cheek, where a smear of dried clay clings to your skin. you’re so warm, and so unbearably soft that it makes his chest ache. his other hand brushes against the edge of your apron, his knuckles bumping against the damp streaks of clay still drying on your fingers.

“jungkook—” you try again, but your voice falters when he leans in. his forehead brushes yours, and he’s so close you can see the strain in his jaw, the tension pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“i’ve had enough, ___,” he breathes, his voice trembling with something between desperation and exhaustion. “i’m tired of bending backwards to see you. i'm tired of people standing in front of you and i'm sick of you letting them. most of all, i’m tired of waiting for the right time. i—i’ve been in love with you since we were seven, and you know that.”

his hand leaves your cheek to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers trembling slightly as they linger there. “i haven’t done much to hide it, have i? i'm sorry. i've been a coward but... maybe i never did anything because i always knew how you felt about me too.”

your hands tighten on the towel, the wet clay squelching under your fingers. you glance down, unable to meet his gaze, but he doesn’t let you escape.

“look at me,” he pleads softly, tilting your chin upward until your eyes lock with his. the raw intensity in his stare steals the air from your lungs.

“please, ___... i'm fucking begging to you see me through this,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he leans his forehead against yours again. “i'm begging you to take my heart and mold it yours.”

and that’s exactly what you do.

your hands tremble, damp with clay and nerves, as you reach for him. you cradle his jaw gently, your thumbs brushing over the faint stubble along his cheeks.

then you kiss him.

jungkook freezes at first, his breath hitching in surprise, but it takes only a heartbeat before he softens. his lips move against yours, slow and deep, like he’s memorizing every second of this moment.

he’s hesitant—his hands stay planted on your waist, his grip cautious, almost shy. but when you sigh against him, his restraint snaps. his fingers curl into the fabric of your apron as he steps closer, pressing his body firmly against yours.

he bends his knees slightly, his arms sliding down to wrap around your thighs. with a quiet grunt, he lifts you effortlessly, settling you on the edge of the sink. your legs part instinctively, making room for him to step closer, his body slotting perfectly between yours.

you gasp softly as his hands find the back of your thighs, pulling you flush against him. your fingers slip into his hair, still streaked with clay, and he laughs quietly against your lips at the mess you're making.

his laugh fades quickly, replaced by a deep hum as he kisses you harder, with more certainty. the kiss grows messy, your breaths mingling and the faint taste of salt lingering between you.

when he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, and his eyes search yours with an intensity that makes your heart stutter. he doesn’t move far—his forehead rests against yours, his nose brushing yours as his fingers trace small circles on your thighs.

“so…” he whispers, his lips curling into a boyish grin as his gaze flicks to your apron, your hands still smeared with clay. “about that mug?”

[nadvs]

Ok so,from what I read,Rafe goes down on her pretty often,right? What about her? Can u write her going down on him please?

YESSS omg he’s a munch with her 🤭 but she returns the favor!!

set in the home before dark universe! 18+!

rafe almost always chooses his motorcycle over his car. but when his girlfriend tells him she’s planning on wearing a dress to the formal party at the country club one cool summer night, he picks her up in his suv.

his eyes hungrily trail down her body the second he sees her. he’s not sure how he’s going to get through the night with her looking like that.

they arrive at the club and stand together in the crowd, drinks in their hands, talking amongst friends.

a few nights ago, one of rafe’s friends drunkenly told her something she keeps replaying in her head. this is corny as fuck but rafe seems happy with you and i’ve never really seen him like that.

she looks up at rafe through her lashes, so infatuated with the complex, handsome man who somehow can be gentle and rough at the same time. she’s so glad that she can make him happy. she’s eager to make him even happier.

rafe feels her hand press against his chest, fingers bunching over the fabric of his dress shirt. he looks down at her, stomach twisting with arousal like it always does when she touches him.

“i forgot something in the car,” she says over the music. he puts down his drink and nods, offering his hand. she smiles, already knowing he wouldn’t let her go alone anywhere.

when they get to his car in the dark parking lot, she opens the back door and sits and slowly pulls him in.

“what are you doing?” rafe asks, a sexy smile on his face, his tone low, ducking into the car.

she shuts the door behind him, glad his windows are so tinted, and shifts to straddle him, brushing her lips against his.

“remember last night?” she asks. he smirks, thinking about how long he went down on her in his bed.

“yeah,” he rasps.

“i don’t think i showed you how much i appreciated that,” she whispers. she feels his cock growing in his pants already and she kisses him, tasting the alcohol on his tongue.

she perches up on her knees, unbuckling his belt. he shifts to lean against the door, stretched out in the backseat, watching her strip his pants down to his knees, palming him over his boxers.

“shit,” he groans. he can’t even wrap his head around how hot this is, how he was just in the club with her a minute ago, surrounded by people, and now they’re alone in his car, her hand gripping his cock.

she looks up at him, making out the outline of his features in the dark, stroking his length. when she pulls down the band of his boxers, he springs out.

she runs her tongue up from his base, keeping her eyes locked on his the entire time, watching the way his face twists in pleasure. she kisses the tip, making his head fall back as he chuckles in excitement and disbelief.

“goddamn,” rafe groans. “you’re so fucking hot.”

she smirks and holds him at his base as she starts to lap at his cock, her breath hot on him, her tongue flicking. once she finally locks her lips around him, he bucks his hips.

the feeling of her tight, hot mouth sucking him makes him groan even louder and she puts her other hand on him, bobbing up and down slowly while her hands work what she can’t reach with her mouth.

“is that good?” she asks.

“so good,” he tells her.

the sounds of her wet sucks and his heavy breaths fill the car. when she looks up at him again, he cups her cheek, in awe of her.

that look on his face makes her want to push herself to her limits and give him everything. she adjusts her stance on her knees, the carpet smooth against her skin, and slowly sinks to take all of him in.

rafe feels himself hit the back of her throat and it makes fire coil in his gut.

“yeah, that’s it,” he praises. “like that.”

she pulls back slowly, then takes all of him again, feeling him get even harder, close to his climax. she sucks hard, her jaw getting sore as she pumps him with her hand, lining it up with her mouth, making sure she never loses contact.

“i’m gonna come,” he groans. “fuck… fuck…”

he fills her mouth in hot, hard spurts as he shakes, gripping her head, fingers digging in her hair, seeing stars.

he’s panting, feeling her kiss his length as he shuts his eyes, nearly dizzy from the pleasure.

eager to kiss her, to thank her, he cradles her jaw and gently leads her to come back up to him.

“that was…” he whispers, unable to find the words as he kisses her temple. she smiles, resting her hands on his shoulders, just as breathless as he is.

he always makes her feel so treasured, and she hopes she made him feel the same way. with the way he’s holding her, kissing her, still slightly shaking, she’s sure she has.

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-A BIT OF APPRECIATION

Pairing: Mohawk mark (normal AU) x f!reader

Synopsis: you had a long day at work, tired of being unappreciated and annoyed. Your usually annoying boyfriend finally picks up on it and decides to do you a favor to show that he appreciates you and your company~

Warnings: smoking, rain forest pussy, corny dialogue most definitely.

W.C: 1.6k (whew…)

A/n: omg…I’m ngl yall…😭 this may be my worst story ever produced. I’m so fricken sorry dudes and dudettes but I’m so mother freaking exhausted. Hopefully…it’s not to bad? And if it is I can always js delete it. ALSO ALSO!!! Thank you guys for all the support on all my post holy hell. Love u guys thank u thank u. Now imma quit yapping so u can read this bs.

Another grueling day at work knocking the wind out of you. You had finally made it back to your apartment knocking as the door opened.

M! Mark stood at the door smiling as he held it open for you.

“Wow, you look like shit!” He said teasing you before you grabbed his nose pinching it. You honestly weren’t in the mood for antics today—you were truly exhausted.

“AH- GOD DAMN” he yelped in pain before you just kicked off your heels walking right past him. You just face-planted into the couch—melting into it in seconds. He walked over to you as he stood above you waiting for your attention. You weren’t giving it so he moved even closer starting to annoy you.

“Hey…hey…psst…hey…hey you stink…hey…hey…hey…if you don’t respond I’m gonna go blow up the fucking city.” M! Mark just kept bugging and bothering you until you finally looked at him. Your brows were furrowed in anger as you looked like you were about to rip his face off.

His smile finally dropped—he wasn’t cheesing so much now. Now he wanted to actually know what was wrong with you. Usually, you’d come into this house all sunshine and rainbows but today you looked absolutely tossed.

“What’s the matter, lady?” He said as he bent down to your level wanting to be as close as he could so he could at least attempt to get a read on you.

“Nothing…” you said not wanting to answer as you just stuffed your face into the couch cushions

“Bullshit” he replied quickly as he wasn’t taking that crappy old answer. He wanted to know what was wrong.

You rolled your eyes at his foul mouth response but it finally got you to respond with the truth “I’m just tired…they had me doing all these shoots, all these retakes, it was exhausting and “not good enough.” So we have to redo the shoot tomorrow. I’m just fucking tired of not getting appreciated or something.”

“Well…fuck them! They’re fucking pathetic losers or dickheads. I never caught your boss's name either you should tell me his name!” M! Mark's voice raised a bit in anger at your boss's behavior.

You knew if you gave him your boss's name, he’d try to kill him in a heartbeat. You just rolled your eyes shaking your head no, it cheered you up a bit as you started smiling again.

“Finally got a smile out of you again lady. Since nobody else is fucking appreciating you can I do it?” M! Mark said with a grin. He rarely ever asked for anything—you just assumed he was fucking with you again, wanting to get another kick out of your suffering.

“You just wanna fuck with me again don’t you.” You said lifting up softly as you glared at him. If he was fucking around you were in no mood for it.

“I mean…if you let me then sure I want to fuck with you again.” A cocky smirk covered his face as he was at your legs now. He softly rested his face on your thigh—smushing it into the warmth as much as he could. You were honestly a bit surprised at his behavior. However, after the day you had, you’d let that man do anything to please you. Your hand went to his face rubbing it softly as he leaned into it more.

God, you wanted to grab him up and keep him forever already. He could be such a dick head then turn around and act like he was a little angel. You sighed before giving him your answer-

“You have my permission, BUT, I don’t wanna lift a single fucking finger or do anything. I just lay and you worship me like a statue and give me what I want.”

Any other day, M! Mark would argue how that wasn’t fair in the fucking slightest and you’d two just fight for who was on top. Today, however—was his time to shine and please you (even though you were clearly still in charge.)

“Yes ma’am!” He had a kind of aroused excitement in his voice before kissing your thighs furiously. God you loved seeing him like this—pleasing you without any argument. Your hand stroked his hair, rubbing at his Mohawk softly.

His hands snaked at your skirt—pulling it off as quickly as he possibly could. The only thing stopping him from getting to your pussy now was your panties.

“Finally, getting to the good bits” he was practically starving for your pussy and you had just gotten back home not even hours ago.

“Were my thighs not good-“ you said sarcastically trying to fuck with him and use his words against him

“Hey, don’t give me that shit lady. You know what I meant.” He snarled out before sliding your panties off of you as quickly as he could

You were excited for him to start but remembered something…you hadn’t shaved in a little bit.

“Awe wait Mark- I haven’t shaved and-“

He cut you off instantly-

“You think I give a fuck about that? Why the fuck would I care if you shaved or not it’s not like it’s gonna change the taste of your damn pussy” he was swift with a comeback before he finally just ripped off your panties. You were honestly in love with the fact that he just didn’t give a shit—he didn’t judge the shit you were insecure about, he admired it at that.

He finally got to your pussy—he was practically frothing at the mouth already and you two hadn’t even begun. It was honestly turning you on seeing him like this for you. For a second—he wasn’t even trying to eat it. He just sat there in front of it inhaling and taking in the scent.

“Hey hey! Are you gonna eat it or just fucking stare!” You said with an impatient tone using your foot to nudge him. You weren’t just about to be wet and aroused for nothing now.

“Aye- don’t rush, it’s gonna happen regardless!” He snapped back at you before digging in. His tongue softly lapped over your pussy before sliding itself into your hole. You shivered a bit as your body jolted up due to the pleasure. He licked up your slick from your hole before moving onto your clit—sucking it like it was a hard candy.

“Oh! Oh fuck mark! That’s..that’s good!” You huffed out as your hands went to his shoulder’s to try and get any kind of support. He knew he was doing good—so he kept pressing his tongue down harder, making swirls with his tongue on your clit as one of his hands latched onto your thigh. He loved it so much he couldn’t just leave it the hell alone.

“F..fngh- FUCK!” You moaned out frantically as you came. M! mark kept licking at your vagina till you finally said something

“H..hey! I came already what are you doing?”

“Scho?” He said in a muffled voice as his mouth was still full of your pussy. He lifted up on the couch closer to you now as he kicked his pants off. Both of your pants and underwear in a pile on the floor with each other. He lifted your thigh a little bit before sliding himself into your warmth.

“Oh…oh fuck mark…” you moaned out softly as he kissed at your neck

“I’ll take that as I’m doing good and you want me to plow the shit out of you?” M! Mark said with a devilish grin as he began to pick up the pace. He moved in and out of your pussy as best as he could while still being sensitive to your tiredness.

“Oh…oh fuck yes baby. You’re so…fucking tight….” M! Mark moaned out in pleasure as he kept fapping inside of you. He honestly wanted to cum already but he tried to hold back a bit to make it last longer.

You reached your hand to his face as quickly as you could before you’d be jolting again due to the pleasure of your boyfriend snapping his hips into you. His face cupped and cheeks squished as you pulled it down kissing him. Your lipstick covered his lips in a mark before you latched onto his neck keeping him down.

You planted kisses all over his face left and right—you two both struggling to hold back now as you huffed out for dear life. Both your lips fought each other as you kissed roughly. It was absolutely brutal and beautiful as your senses were being attacked. Your tongue rolled over his before letting go to pop a few more kisses on his face to get right back to mouth fucking each other. It was finally enough to make you fucking pop.

“Oh..oh mark…ngh…” you moaned out in pure ecstasy as you cummed tightening around m! Mark's cock as he quickly followed suit

“M…mother fucker…” he choked out before collapsing on top of you and laying on you. You were satisfied with his work and so was.

You two lay in each other arms in satisfaction as you kissed his face more and more while he reached for his pants on the ground. He reached into the pocket—grabbing a cigarette and lighter before lighting it and tossing, the lighter aside.

He inhaled the smoke before blowing it out as he smiled at you.

“That was certainly something…” he said with that devilish grin he always kept on his face before passing you the cigarette letting you have your own puff of it.

“You fucking said it…” your boyfriend covered in your kiss marks, you both covered in sweat, and you were both satisfied in each other’s arms smoking a cigarette. You were grateful that at least this crazy fucker appreciated you.

[justevelynnnn]

Becoming Mark’s girlfriend🤍

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Blk!fem reader

Warnings: Reader is afab, William makes a somewhat crude joke at the end

Summary: Basically what the title says 😭💀 Also this is an au where Mark never dated Amber

A/N: Guess who finally started invincible guys😭‼️ i finally have motivation to write again! And omg is Mark so so fine i’ve seriously been missing out. I’d say tumblr is definitely the place to be for mark x reader fics because i have read some good shit so far on here omg😭 anyways i hope y’all enjoy

You met Mark through your friend Eve in high school. He was pretty awkward the first time you introduced yourself to him. You thought he had a thing for your cousin, Amber, a while ago but over time it seemed he was more interested in you.

You guys hung out a bit and this was only when Eve or William or Amber were involved but overtime you got to know bits and pieces about him. He loved comics and that burger place. Lived in a semi fancy house.. supposedly half Asian.

Things got crazy a few months after you met him though …

Turns out, apparently, Omni man was a bad guy? And then a huge fight went down which eventually lead to Chicago being destroyed pretty bad. Then on top of it all Mark wasn’t around much either even before all of this. Which was..odd.

Him losing his dad distracted you from his eccentric attendance though as you wanted to give him space to grieve.

Then, one day he comes up to you and just goes, “Hey…can we talk?”

Now things are even more crazier because not him literally being Invincible💀💀

You were stunned to say the least. Even more stunned that Amber and Eve knew, but everything all made sense now.

Surprisingly, though, this made y’all closer. Him trusting you meant a lot. You offered advice when he needed it. A shoulder to cry on. You started sending him random tiktoks/reels to make him laugh (after he said it was okay of course).

It didn’t change everything for you. Hell, it honestly changed nothing. You started to really like Mark over time. Something about him was different than other guys in the school as corny as it sounds. Of course, there was the literal aspect being he was an alien and can like…fly, but there was something else. He was a lot kinder than most guys. Somewhat more mature even though that part at this point probably wasn’t his choice either due to recent events. He could joke but he could switch it off too when needed…something most guys y’all’s age couldn’t properly do yet.

Then you started always thinking about him. It was hard to avoid seeing them given he was always fighting something and ending up on the news or social media. But even when it wasn’t that everything reminded you of him. It took Amber to tell you that you had a crush on him.

“Girl, all you do is talk about him. How did you not know?” Amber joked as you two walked home. You did admit it was embarrassing to say the least.

“I really talk about him that much?”

“Like, 90% of the time.”

You felt your face heat up and tried to hide your face with your locs as Amber laughed, “ I mean, I don’t blame you! He is sort of fine…”

William who was walking with you two silently but scrolling on his phone finally joined in saying, “Hey, I could put a word in for you…I am his best friend after all..”

While that actually sounded like a good idea, you’d rather tell him yourself somehow. Though, after that day William started dropping hints to him while you weren’t around and the next thing you knew Mark was subtly flirting with you.

Mostly it was all flirty pick up lines, but because it was Mark it was okay.

Graduation came and went and now it was summer. Mark was still healing from everything so he said he’d rather stay home than go out but that didn’t affect you guys hang outs. It was clear by now you two liked each other so finally after a day of just lounging at your place and watching movies all day he finally said, “Do you wanna, like go out with me?”

It caught you off guard for sure so you said nothing but barely even a moment passed before he started stammering and stuttering how he didn’t know why he even said that and you just laughed.

“I’m sorry. Shit. Is it too soon? Sorry it’s just-”

“Mark.”

“I like you a lot you know? And I just want you to know that, like I really appreciate you and-”

“Markk.”

“You’ve really been there for me. I mean so was Amber and William but you mainly. Sorry it that weird too? Look-”

You got tired of cutting him off so you just grabbed his face and forced him to look at you in the eyes.

“Mark. I like you too. Yes, I’ll go out with you.” You giggled. His face felt warm in your hands as he slightly blushed.

“Oh.”

You broke the eye contact to laugh again at his lack of a response but also because his stare was so intense. It was like that ever since summer started. Him staring deep into your eyes like that. Or just at all. It almost made you nervous at times especially because that was a literal super hero.

After that day word spread pretty quick that you two were dating. First, Amber knew because you immediately called her squealing after Mark left. Then somehow William found out and of course Mark told his mom pretty quick too. She was still going through it too but she lit up whenever you stopped by. She liked that you made Mark happy, took his mind off things for a bit. You’d always check in on her.

Now that you and Mark dated things slightly changed. You both talked more about personal things like you guys culture. You taught him how to help you during wash days and he and Debbie shared recipes.

Mark was also a big cuddler, always big spoon too. Physical touch was his love language.

Sometimes it got lonely when he was off flighting some monster or alien or whatever or when he went to space to fight and was gone for a few days but he always made sure to come right back to you after reporting to Cecil and checking in with his mom.

And he always made up for it too. Whether it was some souvenir or he took you to some place in the world like Paris for a special date, he always made time for you. You were patient with him, he was a superhero after all. He was saving lives sometimes even the whole world.

He made your heart feel full no matter what he did and vice versa. William told you one time that all Mark talked about was you which almost gave you deja vu.

“Reminds me of me.” You just said in response.

“I knowwwwww, it’s kinda annoying..” He replied sarcastically.

“It’s giving hater and jealous.” You joked rolling your eyes.

“It’s giving just screw already.” He replied swiftly.

He was kind of right.

But all jokes aside you couldn’t be happier to have Mark in your life.

Your other half.

[vallification]

Omg I would kill for any Connie eren or porco boyfriend hcs.. preferably modern au<3

boyfriend headcanons ft. eren, connie, and porco!!!

hi anon i love you and i LOVE boyfriend headcanons. i hope you like them! i decided to do all three because i can lol.

notes: modern au oriented, possible mature themes, generally sfw, some f!reader terms used but i tried to keep it as gn!reader as possible

eren

bf!eren is incredibly chivalrous. he holds the door for you, takes your coat, walks between you and traffic, etc., and the best part about it is that he doesn’t even realize he does this stuff. it’s second nature and it’s SO charming

bf!eren wouldn’t post you often but you’d be the only thing he posts. most of his social media is blank except for a few pictures/stories of you

bf!eren’s love language is physical touch. he’s always touching you somehow, holding whatever part of you is within reach.

bf!eren keeps a picture of you on the dash of his car, in his wallet, in his phone case, AND you’re his phone background. it’s a mix of pride and pure adoration.

bf!eren loves when you wear his clothes or use his blankets, seeing you wrapped up in his stuff gives him butterflies.

bf!eren loves being around you and spending time with you, and yeah he takes you out, but his favorite time spent with you is at home being lazy.

bf!eren is honestly kind of cheesy and cliché at times!!! he loves sweeping you off your feet, kissing in the rain, winning the biggest prize at the fair for you, and other corny things like that. it’s so unexpected but it feels like a movie.

bf!eren gets jealous easily and he’s incredibly possessive of you. it’s hard to let go of that feeling of jealousy and it lingers for a while.

bf!eren makes a collaborative playlist so both of you can add songs to it.

bf!eren loves taking you on joyrides in his car, and loves driving just fast and reckless enough to give you a thrill. it’s almost like a trust fall in his eyes

bf!eren loves “manhandling” you— for example, if you’re sitting on the couch, he’ll pick you up and put you on his lap without asking. it’s 40% to show off his strength and 60% just because he can.

speaking of his strength, bf!eren looooves showing you how strong he is. he picks you up often, princess-carrying you, throwing you over his shoulder, etc.

bf!eren makes your enemies his enemies and he LOVES to talk shit.

bf!eren loves the babe/baby/babygirl pet names, especially “my baby.” if he uses your name instead, there’s a 95% chance he’s upset or mad about something

however…

despite all of the sweet, cheesy stuff, bf!eren ultimately LOVES fucking with you. annoying you, messing with you, scaring you, teasing you— that’s his favorite.

bf!eren tickles you, brake checks you, sings obnoxiously loud in your ear, wipes his sweat on you, pops up behind couches or doors or walls to scare you. bf!eren fucks with you constantly and doesn’t stop until you yell at him or storm off

bf!eren will spend the next thirty minutes begging you to stop being mad at him and to forgive him, just to do it all over again.

bf!eren will do anything you ask him to do.

pre-relationship, he was definitely plotting on you 😭

bf!eren would probably not be the easiest boyfriend to have, to be honest. even though he loves you more than anything, he’s hotheaded and prone to black-and-white thinking

you’ll be off and on for a while. it’s not the healthiest at first, but bf!eren loves you too much to give up.

bf!eren does Not play about you and won’t hesitate to confront someone about something they did to you. he also won’t hesitate to knock them into next week.

connie

bf!connie is probably the most genuine, fun-loving boyfriend on the planet.

best friends—> lovers is the only thing that makes sense, you’d have to be one of his best friends first.

bf!connie loves silly/unserious pet names and can’t stop calling you “sugar plum””pumpkin””snookums” and ”pookie bear”. when he’s being serious (which he rarely is) he calls you “my love”

you are bf!connie’s PRIDE AND JOY. he wears your initials on a necklace, takes you everywhere with him, posts you, and talks about you nonstop. if there’s an opportunity to show you off, he takes it.

bf!connie takes pictures of you CONSTANTLY. cute ones, candid ones, but especially silly/ugly/funny ones. he thinks you’re adorable no matter what but he can’t stop taking pictures of you with ugly filters on

bf!connie would buy and wear an “i 🩷 my girlfriend (partner/boyfriend)” shirt unironically. actually, it’d be a hoodie so he could wear it more often!

bf!connie makes you his everything, However…

it’s be really hard for him to separate his time with you and his friends and his one-on-one time with you.

bf!connie’s friends are everything to him but so are you!!!

bf!connie’s aversion to seriousness might cause a spat or two but nothing crazy or relationship ending. if something really bothers you or him, he’ll do his all to address it and correct it even if seriousness is hard.

bf!connie is jokingly possessive and mildly jealous. he’s not a relationship guy and wouldn’t be with someone he feels like he can’t trust completely, but his minimal experience with relationships leads to a little jealousy anyway.

bf!connie loves matching/coordinating outfits with you when you go out.

bf!connie’s love language is quality time and he loves including you in everything he does, and loves when you do the same. hobbies, self care, hangouts, it doesn’t matter— he wants to do it with you!!!

bf!connie loves play-fighting with you but he’d never actually hurt you. he just likes to roughhouse and show off his strength!

humor and playfulness are the pillars of you and bf!connie’s relationship. there’s nothing more that he loves than laughing and being playful with you, it makes his heart swell

bf!connie is messy as hell and tells you alllll of the gossip, and he expects the same from you!!!

bf!connie would LOVE if you smoked with him. he wouldn’t Make you do it but it’d make him so happy if you did. he would love to get high and get the giggles in bed with you

bf!connie makes sure you stay fed. if he eats, you eat, no questions asked!!!

bf!connie loves being all up in your personal space. his favorite thing ever is laying his head in your lap and letting you play with his hair

porco

bf!porco is always fake-beefing with you, rolling his eyes, sighing, looking at you funny, and sassing you. he’s patient zero of the sassy man apocalypse

bf!porco is an incredibly doting boyfriend even if he’s fake-sassing you constantly. he adores you completely but he can’t have you thinking he’s a softie.

bf!porco LOVES taking you on romantic, proper dates. he gives you the best because you deserve it, but also because he wants you to think highly of him.

bf!porco is incredibly possessive and jealous only because he values you greatly. he’s picky, hard to impress, and not very personable— so for him to love someone is not an easy feat, and he’s not letting ANYONE get in the way of that.

bf!porco lets his ego get in the way of things sometimes because hates the idea of seeming weak or not good enough in your eyes.

bf!porco exclusively calls you princess or babe/baby, even if he’s mad, annoyed, or busy.

bf!porco is the most flattered by you having a deep reverence for him and viewing him as a protector and provider.

bf!porco loves impressing you and tries to do it often with his looks, strength, intelligence, toughness, and capabilities. he loves being complimented on these things, too!

bf!porco is big on PDA because he wants everyone to know that you’re his. a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, a kiss on your head— everyone is going to know one way or another

bf!porco prioritizes your needs and wants because he has the mindset that if he doesn’t do it for you, someone else will. it goes hand in hand with his possessiveness and jealousy.

bf!porco loves getting on your nerves and teasing you, but he would feel AWFUL if it actually hurt your feelings or made you cry and probably never mess with you again.

bf!porco never hesitates to bring up something that’s bothering him, and never hesitates to confront you if he thinks something is bothering you.

arguments are kind of common because bf!porco is egotistical and hotheaded.

bf!porco loooooves playing with your hair.

bf!porco is kind of clingy and likes to be around you often. it surprises him because he’s not very personable.

you’re bf!porco’s muse when it comes to photography. sure, he takes posed pictures of you, but his favorites are candids. pictures where you don’t know the camera is on you and you’re being your authentic self. there are probably some from before you were together (in the least creepy way possible).

bf!porco definitely pursued you HARD before you were together. trying to impress you, teasing you, going out of his way for you, talking to you, complimenting you. he didn’t try to hide his feelings for you, but he didn’t say anything until he knew you felt the same way.

bf!porco doesn’t talk a lot about the way he feels for you, he’d rather show you through actions, but he writes you love letters often. he leaves full pages, handwritten front and back, with a bouquet of two dozen roses on your kitchen counter for you to read when he’s not there. it’s all so sappy and sweet that sometimes you can’t believe it’s from him.

[igorluvr]

req for thanos x shy reader who wears glasses?

'SHRINKING VIOLET

PAIRING: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

SYPNOSIS: you and thanos had been inseparable since middle school, watching eachother grow into adulthood. you'd been with eachother through good and bad, so what would happen if the both of you suddenly caught feeling for one another?

CONTENT: non-squid game au, childhood best friends awww, kinda corny, lots nn lots of fluff

AUTHORS NOTE: omg i loved writing this!! its super short bcs i wanted to hurry up nn publish your request but i hope u like ittt

[words: 717]

THE first day of school was always a nightmare, and being in a new city made it worse. You missed your old school, teachers, friends, and the comfort of familiar routines. Eighth grade was especially tough, as everyone else already had their friend groups established, causing you to feel like an outsider.

For the first few months, you floated around like a ghost, trying to avoid the rude kids. You went to a particularly large school, so your bus stop had at least 10-15 other people waiting there. Unfortunately, they were all the wrong types: smokers, gossipers, egotistical athletes—the worst of the worst. Already having a bad day, you decided to put in your headphones to tune them out.

Suddenly, someone slammed roughly into your back, sending you crashing face-first into the concrete. “Oh shit!” a voice shouted behind you.

Quickly, you gathered your belongings, but it was difficult. “Shit sorry, I tried to yell. Are these yours?” an older boy said, picking up a colorful skateboard. You noticed him presenting your glasses in his hand. With a small nod, you took them from him, but they were now crooked, making you groan.

“You okay? You went down pretty hard,” he asked, worry in his voice. “Mhm, sorry,” you replied quietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more.

His head tilted as he looked at you. “Aren’t you in my science class?” he questioned. You stared at him, confused. You weren't too good with remembering faces. “I’m Su-bong, Choi Su-bong. I sit next to the teacher?”

Now you remembered him—the boy who wouldn’t stop making pencil-beats on the desk during class, causing the teacher to move his seat up front by hers. He had a bright smile and a confident demeanor, one of the more outspoken kids. Embarrassed, you mumbled a quick 'sorry', wishing to disappear.

“Don’t be sorry! I recognized you. You’re the new kid, right?” he said with a chuckle, making you shrink further into your shell.

You expected him to laugh at your quietness, but instead, he leaned against the bus stop, looking genuinely interested. “Since you're new, let me be your first friend. I promise it'll be worth it,” he offered, a playful grin on his face.

Your first instinct was to walk away, to assume his friendliness was just an act or a joke. But he spoke with a sincerity that made you want to believe him. “Why do you want to be my friend?” you asked, hesitant and stuttering over your words.

“Because you seem cool,” he replied nonchalantly. “I hate seeing people alone at school, it makes me feel bad. C'mon, I can show you the best spots in the cafeteria, which teachers to watch out for. It'll be fun!”

Stuck between anxiety and hope, you struggled to find the right words. His enthusiasm chipped away at your walls, and the idea of friendship began to settle in your mind. “Okay,” you said shyly, feeling a mix of excitement and fear.

From that point on, you two were inseparable. From that first day you became friends all the way to graduation, you never left each other's side. You experienced everything together, helping him build his rap career as 'Thanos', going to your first party together, smoking together, even going to prom as each other's dates. It wasn't until your adult life that you started confusing your feelings for him.

Su-bong had always been good-looking; you couldn't deny that, but you never saw him like that. You loved him in a completely platonic way, or so you thought. It seemed as if your feelings for him had hit like a bus.

It was completely out of nowhere—a random Tuesday afternoon. The both of you were hanging out by an abandoned building, a place you visited regularly. Going to random places and smoking together had become a routine for both of you, but this time was different.

The way the golden light from the sunset hit his face just the right way, the deepness of his voice, the way your hands grazed slightly as you passed the blunt to each other—it did something to you. You couldn’t shake the feeling. It was like a revelation, constantly revealing desires and emotions you had long buried.

Of course, though, you’d never dare to bring it up. I mean, come on, all the years you’d been friends, what were the chances of you both randomly catching feelings at the same time? Every time he laughed or nudged you, it was a reminder of the line you couldn't cross. So, you kept your feelings hidden to protect your heart and cherished friendship.

After getting as high as the both of you could handle, you decided to go back home. As you got into the passenger seat of his car, the air was thick with unspoken words. The soft glow of the sky above illuminated his sharp features, and you studied every part as if he were on display at an art gallery. You could feel his boldness radiating, but he also sensed your shyness. As you fidgeted with your glasses, he smirked and broke the silence.

“Hey, you know,” he said, leaning back in his seat hazily, “those glasses of yours? They’re kinda cute.” There was a teasing tone in his voice that made your cheeks heat up and you looked away, trying to hide your smile.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, heart racing. Thanos chuckled softly, his mood shifting slightly as he took a deep breath. “Look, I gotta be real with you for a sec. I’ve been thinkin’ a lot lately… and honestly, I’ve been feelin’ more than just friends. Like, a lot more.”

Your heart stopped. Could this be it? “What do you mean?” you asked, curiosity overpowering your surprise. Something changed in you for sure, but did he actually feel the same way?

“I mean c’mon, we hang out all the time, I just can’t ignore it anymore. I really care about you. You’re my best friend and all, but I want more than that.” Thanos admitted, a smirk creeping on his face. That smile truly sent your heart in a whirlwind.

A million thoughts raced through your mind. The air in the car felt condensed, and you found your voice trembling just a bit. “Y-you’re serious?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in a little closer, his strong gaze locked on yours. “I’m serious. And I hope you feel the same.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “I do. I really do,” you said, in disbelief of this entire situation. Maybe it was the weed getting to your heads, but this moment felt truly euphoric.

Before you could say another word, Thanos leaned in closely, lips brushing softly against yours. The moment your lips connected, everything around you faded; nothing outside of that car existed anymore.

The feeling was electric, sending waves of warmth through your body. All other thoughts left your mind, and you felt dizzy with the feeling of his soft mouth moving against yours. You were overly aware of everything—the way your heart raced, how his hand felt on your cheek, and the happiness bubbling in your chest.

When he pulled away, both of you were breathless, smiling at each other with surprise. The doubt that you felt faded into the background, replaced with an undeniable joy. His eyes sparkled with the same wonder and mischief that had always drawn you to him. You both smiled, the tension evaporating as laughter bubbled up from within.

“Wow,” he said, still grinning. “That was… nice.” You giggled at his loss of words. You'd never seen Thanos so nervous. “Yeah, nice,” you echoed, heart still racing.

With a sparkle in his eye, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers. Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently, and you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. The sweet gesture left you speechless, heart thumping wildly as you stared into his eyes.

“Now that feels nice, too,” he said softly, gaze locked on yours as he held your hand to his heart. “Guess that’s a proper confession, huh?”

You laughed, feeling light as air. “Definitely," you responded, voice slightly shaky due to the immense amount of happiness running through your veins.

The sweetness of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket. You felt shy and flustered, but also excited—excited for what was to come. His eyes held all the hope you could dream of, and in that moment, you knew you were ready for this new step with him. As you exchanged smiles, it hit you that this was just the start.

You couldn’t wait to see where this new chapter in your relationship would lead you both. Wherever it may be, you were ready to face it side by side, you two against the world. In that perfect instant of the moment, everything felt infinite.

And as the warmth of the moment surrounded you both, the sun lowered beyond the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and purple—a promising picture for your future. You both shared a knowing look, laughter lingering in the air as you realized that you were embarking on not just a journey of love, but an adventure of life that you were both willing to embrace with open arms.

[iayos]

𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 (𝐄𝐖𝐖) !

jjk boys and their icks… because no man is perfect…

jjk boys x implied fem!reader

cw : men being gross, slight nsfw in nanami’s part, very mild misogyny if you squint in megumi’s part, this post was literally just so i could rant kinda

a / n : long time no see… not much to say other than i’ve been busy !!! anyways hope you enjoy :)

yuji itadori - bad grammar

giving him the tamest one tbh because he’s such a sweetheart </3 idk why but i feel like he just has such shitty grammar… like he’s smart ! just not when it comes to grammar. for example, he mixes up his to, too, and two’s, his there’s, and don’t get me started on your vs you’re :/ again he’s the sweetest boy ever ! it’s just the fact he probably failed his lit classes…

megumi fushiguro - “females”…

i was so close to giving this to satoru but i didn’t cause he has shoko to hold him down, megumi on the other hand… look, i don’t think he’d say it in front of girls, but to other dudes, yk ? and i definitely don’t think it’s on purpose to try and be an asshole but it just happens. quickly unlearns it when he says it around maki though.

yuta okkotsu - referring to himself in third person

you guys know how elmo is like, “elmo wants to go to the park,” yeah… yuta does this. and no, it’s not ironically. he definitely thinks it’s cute too and sometimes it is ! but it’s to an extent. like it’s cute the first couple times where he is goes, “yuta loves you,” but then it gets weird and corny when he’s like, “yuta wants to get dinner,” like ermmmm ok…

toge inumaki - fish pics.

as someone who lives in those south i see these OFTEN. for those who don’t know, fish pics are basically when dudes hold up fish they caught while fishing and post pictures of them holding it… i think the main problem with this to me is that a lot of very weird and racist men do it, so that’s why i hate it. anyways i’m 90% sure he has an official art where he’s holding a fish ( i also didn’t know what ick to give him ).

satoru gojo - his height is his whole personality

this shit irks me so bad omg. as someone who’s short ( 5’0 ) and hates seeing other short people make their whole personality their height, it’s even worst when it’s a tall person. satoru is definitely the type to be like, “omg guysss i bumped my head otw hereeee i’m so tallll,” like no you’re just stupid ! he definitely has other icks but this was the main one i could think of… ik he gets on everyone’s nerves.

suguru geto - says “my bad” instead of “im sorry”

another personal one tbh. i hate hate hate when people do this especially if it’s something serious. i remember one time someone pushed me in the mud ( i didn’t fully go on, just my foot ) and i got mud all over my white shoes and they have the audacity to go, “my bad,” like yeah it is your bad lmao. anyways, suguru def does this often especially to shoko. i feel like he’s pretty clumsy and say if shoko’s studying and he knocks over a drink onto her books he’ll say “my bad” and not even attempt to help her clean it up. like dude at least say sorry or something idk ???

nanami kento - calls his dick anything but a dick

“my member” you are grown !!! say dick !!! he does it to be ‘classy’ but like, he is pushing 30 doing this, just say dick. i also think it’s a shame thing ? idk probably hanging out with stsg for most of his teen years rotted his brain so he hates hearing really nasty stuff but he won’t even say penis half the time. like it’s really not that serious nobody wants to call your dick a phallus ( it was also really hard to give him an ick ).

choso - using 🥺 / 🥹

oh BROTHERRRR this one pisses me off. i hate both of those emojis in general but especially when men do it, it’s cornball behavior. like aren’t you supposed to be fighting in wars ? stand up. but i don’t think he has any ill intentions at all, honestly just picks emojis that represent his mood often. however he definitely uses 😂 instead of 😭… sorry choso…

song : ick - lay bankz

[transformers-spike]

TFA Megatron and femme cybertronian who’s so childish and energetic at some point megs has to shush her somehow…😣

That sounded so corny omg forget I said it like that. Anyways he just fucks the shit out of her to make her be quiet😭

Tysm if u do this💗💗

He's such a fun character to write for, I swear

“Stay still,” he orders.

Maybe you should have shut up from the start, stopped bombarding him with questions for the past month and a half and kept on working as their morally dubious (and unpaid) PR manager. He could have snapped earlier. He should have snapped earlier. From the way he has patiently answered your questions compared to Lugnut and Blitzwing who’ve threatened your life more times than you can feasibly count, he has shown nothing but tolerance in the face of your overexcited blabbering. But now? Oh, you’ve gone too far. And there’s no turning back. “Are we… sure about this? I mean, not that I’m complaining,” you say while chuckling nervously. You wriggle in his servo to no avail, his grip is firm, nowhere near painful, but inescapable. “You’ll manage,” he reassures with amusement tilting his voice. His timbre is soft and rumbling, so close you can feel it in your bones. This isn’t your first time getting freaky with the likes of him, but considering the circumstances, you’re apprehensive he may kill you with his spike- “Oh hey, that’s a new model!” you exclaim the second you catch sight of it. Grey and black, lined with red biolights, and much more feasible for someone of your body type to take. “Wow, did you get it from that purple guy? Was it Swindle or something? Anyway, I knew he sold you cool stuff but I didn’t expect him to sell spikes too. Ooh, does he sell valves? If you get a smaller one can I peg you? I promise I’ll do better this time! Pretty please? Please, please please please-” He gives you a warning squeeze. “Fuck! Okay, sorry. I got the message.” You mimic zipping your lips shut and give him a thumbs up. He looks unimpressed. His spike is cool against your thighs from the generous coating of lube, but its tip is deliciously warm. It’s certainly the biggest dick you’ve taken until now, and you consider yourself a size queen. “Oh uh… did you pick, like, the third smallest to give me an extra challenge?” You dare unzip your mouth. “I appreciate you believing in me, but… I don’t think I can survive that ,” you nudge your head in its direction, shivering from the mere thought of it inside of you. “It was custom-ordered,” he says, leering down at your tiny form. He runs his thumb over your breasts, a bead of transfluid forming at the tip of his spike, pink and shiny. You swallow hard. “Believe me,” he continues, breath slick with oil, “this is as small as they could go.” You claw at his servo when he presses it into you, a searing pain shooting through your core. “You could have prepared me at least, you know?” you hiss through gritted teeth. “Yes,” he admits, not a hint of apology behind the mirth in his tone. “But I believe you can manage just fine.” Bold words from someone who’s trying to stuff you like a Thanksgiving turkey. You would call him a cunt if you weren’t throwing your head back and groaning at the feeling of his free servo rubbing circles around your clit. “You really are a bastard,” you squeak, caught between pleasure and pain. His spike is halfway inside of you with no hint of stopping.

“And you should have learned to shut your intake ages ago,” he answers in his silky voice, crookedly smiling down at you. The very sound of him speaking is enough to send a wave of heat to your groin, making your walls involuntarily twitch around him. You glare up at him, his smile widens. The pace he starts at is excruciating; slow shallow thrusts pulling at your pussy, thumb drawing circles around your clit. He stays quiet as always, the only hint of pleasure on his part being the steady whirring of his cooling fans and the hot air being ex-vented against your skin. Soon enough, his spike is fully sheathed inside of you. You can barely move, filled to the brim by something that should decidedly never fit inside a human. “Overwhelmed?” he croons, voice caressing your poor aching nerves. “Fuck you,” you unwisely declare, visibly shaking in his fist. “I’ll consider that a yes,” he adds, mocking, pulling out of you just enough to give you the impression of hope, only to crush it once he stuffs himself back in. He fucks you for what feels like hours, leaving you speechless and numb from his brutal branch of pleasure, twitching around his spike, having cum enough times to leave you shaking in his grasp. You send a prayer to the All Spark when he finally finishes inside of you, filling you up to the brim with transfluid, enough to spill out of you and trickle down the crack of your ass. Your throat is sore from begging for mercy, and if you had any dignity left, you would look away in shame from those piercing red eyes. “Something the matter? You seem awfully quiet,” he teases, still rubbing his digit over abused nerves. “Bitch…” you rasp between ragged breaths.

[hyukalyptus]

sexting w txt hcs

oooohhh interesting....

cw. sexting, pet names, fem reader, everything is implied, nothing rly happens, sendng nudes/audios, cunnilingus, masturbation.

yeonjun - he's already rly flirty over text anyway, like thinkin of how good u tasted this morning... or miss your lips baby.... but then when y'all are far apart for a few days, especially if ur in different time zones, he'd have full blown, cumming in his hand sex w u over text. and omfg the nudes this man would send......he'd send them at the worst possible times, making u tingle while at ur desk job or while ur on the train. and honestly, could see him writing corny lil poems, confessing his love for u in response to seeing ur tits.

soob - i feel like he's pretty subtle, only happens every once in a while when its straight up sexting ykwim? BUT i can see him recording voice memos of him cumming in the shower and sending them to you with a miss u sm baby... and his little GIGGLES omfg. and i think he'd ask u for nudes a lot and always has the cutest reactions, like that's my girl....thank u my love

beomgyu - silly, fun sexting. like can i see ur bewbs babe pls? but his nudes would be amazing. the lighting, the framing, omg he's such a picky bitch about how his nudes would look. i could see him being the type to make u cum from just his texts while he's like getting his hair done. he's about to go on stage but ur in ur living room w ur hand in ur panties.

tae - oooohhh soo complimentary omfg. more so like,, making love you u over the phone ? like baby, u mean so much to me and i'm gonna prove it to you tonight. or i hope you know how beautiful you are. do i need to show you with my cock when i get home? or i feel so close to you when my arms are wrapped around u and ur wraped around my cock <3

hueningkai!! - ugh omfg, i feel like he'd be a little awkward with it at first, not rly sure what to say, but then get suuuper confident and sends u dirty shit all day long. some are artfully crafted like i crave exploring every inch of you until there’s nothing left but us, bare and breathless in the dark. and some are lewd and basic like, can't wait to fuck you, lovey dove <3

[restinslices]

Bi-Han X Lucky Reader

Let’s all just ignore the Khaos Reigns trailer and have a good time :D. I rewatched Deadpool 2 yesterday (I have not seen the 3rd one yet, so no spoilers) and fell in love with Domino. The reader has Dominos powers, which is luck. It basically means everything always works out for her. Also lowers the luck of everyone else around her. It’ll make more sense as we continue. (I think fsfghee and I should just get married at this point cause how am I always picking their gifs?)

He is both grateful and irritated by your power

Honestly I can see him not even seeing “luck” as a power when you first tell him

But on a mission you say you should both make a detour, and the second he decides to humor you, the hall you would’ve been in blows up

He takes it seriously after that

He’s grateful for it because luck is always on your side. Failing a mission is kinda slim to none now

It irritates him because your power means that you’re always right

Ya’ll know that man hates being proven wrong

He’s stubborn, so he stupidly argues with you about stuff still

A quick example is one day he somehow loses his mask

He’s looking everywhere and he cannot find that shit

“Maybe check your bathroom” you say while picking at your nails absentmindedly

”Why would it be there?” He huffs out. “I never put it there”

You just shrug. It’s not your mask so you really don’t care if he finds it or not

He goes out of his way NOT to check the bathroom because when has he ever put his mask there? You had to be wrong this one time, and he was gonna prove it

After hours, he finally checks the bathroom

And would you look at that. It’s on the counter.

”Still got it” he hears you taunt from behind him

Yeah yeah. Whatever.

You’d think he’d just go with whatever you say, but nooooo. He wants to prove he’s the captain of the ship

Well if he’s the captain of the ship, you’re the ocean

“Where are the hostages being held?” “I don’t know” “You don’ know?” “I’m not a psychic! Things just kinda go right for me!”

You’re giving him a headache

He’d prefer if you could just see the future

He refuses to ask for help when looking for something. You’ll try to take a guess and he’s like “Don’t! Stop!”

Fine. Be stubborn.

And sparring with you? Oh dear

He lands hits but the fight will always end in your favor

“Bi-Han we can stop-“ “No. We go again”

Stop humiliating yourself

I have this scene in my head where it’s when Bi-Han sides with Shang Tsung and you’re begging him not to

“Your instincts are wrong this time” he says

You shake your head. “This has nothing to do with instincts or luck Bi-Han! Don’t do this because I don’t want you to! I want you by my side!”

“It is you that needs to stand by my side”

You keep your feet planted firmly by Kuai Liang. “Well I don’t sense any luck with you”

This supposed to be funny and fluffy. My bad-

If there’s too many enemies and he needs to have his attention somewhere else, he unleashes you like an attack dog

“Take care of them while I (something else that requires his attention. I don’t know)” “Sir yes sir”

Do not say any luck puns. Omg.

You knock someone down and look at Bi-Han with a smirk

“Don’t-” “Guess he wasn’t feeling lucky!”

He’s gonna kill you one day

But until then, he tolerates you

”You know you love me”

He just grumbles in response

He knows he loves you too

Sorry, had to add something corny at the end

[kissitbttr]

ANA! ANA MY LUV!! idk much about miguel (a travesty i knoeww) but i saw ur fratboy post n now i cant stop drooling at the idea of fratboy!miguel introducing u to his frat buddies!! being so possessive: holding ur waist or pulling u to his lap; kissing ur neck even when his friends are right there. oh my goddd im gonna sob hes so!!!

SUNNY?! I AM BITING MY FIST OMG HE’D SOOO FREAKING POSSESSIVE UGH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT

bby you HAVE to hop on the miguel simp train!! HE IS SO FINEEEE😩😩

-

it was around after the third date when miguel nervously asked you to come to the frat house to meet his brothers. he didn’t want to overwhelm you of course, he knew how annoying and pushy his brothers could be but still, he would love for them to get to know you just as he had when he was with you,

you saw how nervous he got, but you assured him by squeezing his hand and telling him that you were okay with that. he smiled in return, kissing you softly on the lips as a thank you,

“i never express any gratitude towards anyone in my life except my parents but i want to thank you so much for finally saying yes, it was fucking annoying to hear him yapping about you non-stop. all of us had enough of his corny shit”

one of his frat brothers, glen had mentioned. feigning a relief expression while he smirked at miguel who gave him the finger,

“i literally thanked Jesus when i heard him going on a date with you, y/n! you are our life savior”

miguel threw his head back in annoyance, groaning at how his frat brothers continued to spill his secrets. but you giggled instead, looking over at him who avoided your gaze out of pure embarrassment.

“what else did he do?”

miguel shot you a warning look, “don’t encourage them, muñeca! they’d go all the way out!”

“oh believe me, we have many” beck had answered, playfully snickering at the amount of times miguel had ranted about you. “which one do you want to hear? one where he talked about you while he was high? or one where it was late at night—“

“fuck off, kingsley!” miguel had interrupted before he got too far, in which beck put his hands up in defense.

miguel snaked his arm around your waist, giving your hip three taps to prompt you to sit on his lap which you obliged.

you happily plopped yourself down on one of his thick thighs. he helped you with shifting your body into a comfortable position with your legs crossed.

the rest of the boys sat in the living room, piling in the same area as they all stared at the two of you. millions of questions running through their minds, desperate to know if miguel somehow blackmailed you into agreeing to go out on a date with him or something worse,

miguel sensed the stares from his brothers and, to be frank, it was quite uncomfortable. though he knew for sure they wanted to know the same thing.

“are you guys wondering how i got to take her out or what?”

they all responded with a ‘yes’ in unison, making him rub his temple and you smiled

“so? what did he do, y/n? because i’m starting to think this is a joke”

“could be. i mean, carlos went all 110% for a girl when she rejected his offer the first time” glen shrugged, earning a frown from carlos himself,

“i did not—“

“yes you did. you stood outside of the campus library with a boombox over your head” one boy chimed in while sipping his beer,

“okay see, i was—“

“oh! and remember when he threatened to pull his—“

“shut the fuck up! focus! we’re not here for me but for them!” carlos gestured his hand at both miguel and you. “can we leave my shit behind? that would be great”

carlos's cheeks went beet red as the other guys teased him for it, beck patted him on the back and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of but carlos only swatted his hand away,

you found it so endearing at how the frat guys were so playful and funny with each other. typical boys will be boys type of thing. they were definitely far more different than when you see them during parties,

“well to be honest, he really didn’t have to do anything” you simply replied, tucking a hair behind your ear. “but definitely persistent, in the most politest way and less creepier though”

“you saying what i did was creepy?” carlos pointed at himself with a defeated look,

“i mean, if you had to ask then yeah”

the rest erupted in a peal of loud laughter while carlos’s shoulders slouched. propping his back against the chair with his arms crossed, a chorus of ‘see?’ and ‘i told you so’s’ made you laugh,

miguel settled his elbow on the armrest, eyes glinted with adoration whilst his mouth stretched into a lovesick grin. he watched how you managed to pull joy out of them and there’s nothing he’s appreciated more than that,

the way you threw your head back as another cute giggle escaped you while holding onto his shoulder for balance was enough to make his heart ponder,

“man, you’ve got wicked sense of humor, y/n—say if shit went sideways between the two of you, just know I’m available”

miguel frowned upon hearing that as his nose scrunched up in disgust as he leapt the nearest pillow at his brother’s direction for that comment. he wrapped his arm around your waist far more protectively,

“watch it” he warned, glaring at him. he knew it was a joke but he still didn’t like how that sounded, “i’ll kick your fucking ass, monty”

upon seeing that, your hand moved to find his cheek, lightly tapping his chin with your finger to get him to look at you,

“easy there, big boy” your words soothed him in seconds, especially when he heard his favorite nickname leaving your mouth, "I'm with you"

the confirmation made him giddy and his heart blossomed,

he moved dangerously close to your ear to whisper before kissing the back of it making you giggle. “you look so pretty tonight, muñeca” miguel dragged his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh. “so so pretty— do i get to see you in this dress more often?”

the question came off too excited despite his best trying to hide it, again, if there was nobody around, he'd actually take you right there and then.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but I thought you like me better when i’m naked?”

“oh there’s no doubt about that, mi amor” he winked with a chuckle, “am i… about to get lucky tonight?”

“you might” a seductive response laced on your tone, winking at him as he squeezed your waist before

the boys let out a couple of groans and fake puking sounds at the sight, but the two of you remained still in your element,

''you guys make me sick" glen protested, shaking his head before getting up from the chair to walk away but you caught a small smile on his face,

"jealous you don't have a girlfriend, mayback?" miguel teased at him, glen only threw him the middle finger before cracking another can of beer from the kitchen,

the rest of the boys followed his actions after, not before congratulating miguel on scoring with you.

the word girlfriend made you bulldozed, eyes darted toward his smiling proud face before yours stretched into one as well,

"i'm your girlfriend?"

his smile faltered after he soon realized what he had just called you, he swallowed a nervous gulp. opening and closing his mouth because he was unsure what to say

you must admit you enjoyed seeing him like that.

"well i-i mean--i wasn't--surely you were--uh--what was the question again?"

you tucked your lower lip in between your teeth, head tilting to the side as the adorable man in front of you became a stuttering mess.

realizing that he is on the edge of a nervous breakdown, you leaned closer to his face before smashing your lips against his. his body went still by your action, but soon found himself lost in your kiss and sighed out of contentment,

you pulled away after a few seconds, tousling his soft chocolate hair before replying,

''i would love to be your girl, o'hara''

-

please please PLEASE tell me this is good!! i was writing this in the car and I couldn’t concentrate for a second because people were honking too much!! bhhshshs

[heavenly-fae]

nsft alphabet - hwei

lukai hwei x reader

warnings | smut, afab!reader, switchy hwei

a/n | can i say how cute he looks in this gif omg i love him sm. but um hello again ykw back again with the most random shit ever. tryna get back to writing slowly but surely, the nsft alphabet is just to dip my toes back into writing since i’ve haven’t i so long. so i got into league of legends which i hate myself for but now im obsessed. i started playing lol for jhin but when hwei came out i was done for. as always enjoy my nonsense.

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- oh he’s so soft and gentle. doesn’t matter if he was on top or bottom he would just want to lay with you after, he’s absolutely mesmerized by the afterglow, especially how it looks on you. just wants to hold you close, taking every emotion in. 

B - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- on you - he could never pick one thing he likes about you just because he simply loves all of you. might sound corny but he loves how you make him feel more than anything, he loves loving you. 

- on him - his hands i think. he’s not self absorbed, but his hands are what help him create his art so he keeps them nice and pretty without really realizing. also he can’t help but melt when you kiss his hands at any moment. and he enjoys the sounds he can pull out of you with just his hands.

C - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- loves to cum inside of you. i feel like it's not even in a possessive manner but he feels more intimate and closer to you. like he’s literally part of you now. likes to cockwarm you after. gets extremely embarrassed seeing it drip out after and offers to clean it up for you  <3

D - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- oh to be tied up and at your mercy. the desire of being roped and gagged, laid down on the bed and at your utter mercy as begging you with his gaze to straddle his hips and use his cock to your heart's content. he needs you to take your pleasure from him, to use his body to make yourself feel good, while he whines into his gag. 

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- little to none i feel. he has had crushes before and small flings (jhin) with partners but it never went far enough especially after the incident. but once it does happen i think he’d take it real slow, to really get to know what he likes and what his partner does, super gentle but quickly learns. 

F - fave position (this goes without saying)

- visual link (nsfw!) = 1 2

- missionary or cowgirl, just any position where he can see your face. he just adores being able to look into your eyes. it just makes it all the more intimate. his arms are wrapped around your torso, your chest pressed up against his as he sloppily thrusts into you, wantonly moaning into the curve of your neck. gets so desperate that not even fucking you properly, just grinding himself into you. loves being able to kiss you and swallowing your sweet noises and vice versa. would live in your skin if he could,,

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

- i wouldn’t say he would make jokes but he’s able to laugh something off and he wouldn’t be bothered if something embarrassing happened. 

H - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

- not super hairy, the hair he does have is sparse and thin. hes quite bare actually, does do a little self grooming to keep himself neat.

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- so so intimate!!! he doesn’t call it sex or fucking it’s ~lovemaking~ in his book. his main turn on is to show how much he loves you and loves sharing pleasure with you. spoils you from head to toe with adoring kisses, fingers painting the shape of your body as they worship each groove, curve, and imperfection—he whispers quiet praise. to hwei, you are the most precious thing in his life, and he needs you to understand that fact to the very depths of your soul.

J - jerk off (masturbation headcanon) 

- yes and no. my depraved mind is telling me yes, bc i’m just imagining him desperately humping a pillow while whining out your name. but also realistically, he might just be too caught up in his own mind to even think about it, especially if he already has you to take care of him. 

K - kinks (one or more of their kinks)

- praise - he lives to praise you. telling you that he loves you, nudging his face into your neck and moaning, “you’re so beautiful, my love”. and he also thrives off of attention from you, too. poor boy is not used to hearing praise, so when you first tell him, “good boy”, or “you’re perfect”, it sends a shiver down his spine and ensures to pleasure you harder so he can hear it often.

- submission - as well as living to praise you it goes hand in hand with living to serve you. wants to make you feel good at every second of the day, at your beck and call, damn near worships the ground you walk on. (could spend hours in between your legs but i’ll elaborate on that later). but when and if you take control and ~take care of him~ he’s such a good boy and he follows your every command without question. be sure to praise the poor boy to really break him~

L - location (favorite places to do the do)

- his preference is in his own bed or house, where he can be assured that it’s just the two of you and you have all the time in the world together. he’s not really picky about where in your shared home, just as long as he can take his time. however, one days he gets especially desperate for you and he can’t take his time he wouldn’t mind taking you to a secluded little area at koyehn, he’d feel so bad but he cannot deny the thrill of reveling in the desperation.

M - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- he wants to make you happy all the time, and he’s learned there is no greater bliss than coming undone for one another. so just just knowing he’s got the power to make you writhe and sob with pleasure is enough to get him going.

N - nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- would never never hurt you whether it be physically or emotionally, he’d never degrade you or hit you. he cannot bear the thought of hurting you. to hwei, your body is a temple for his reverence and worship—never to be hurt by a violent or cruel hand.

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

- hwei prefers giving. not because he doesn’t like receiving it but rather that he just too sensitive (and he’d rather just give you pleasure).

- receiving - he gets rather shy, because of all the noise he makes and just how early and quickly he finishes, often without warning. but of course you don’t mind.

- giving - there’s just something so absolutely beautiful about being able to bring you so much pleasure and listening to your sweet voice rise an octave higher while lapping at your most sensitive parts. he gets so pussydrunk and loves to have you on his tongue for hours. when it comes to skill, he wasn't particularly skilled at going down on you at first. but with a little gentle instruction, hwei now makes your legs tremble and give out with only a few swipes of his talented tongue. sit on his face plz 

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

- it could really depend! usually it’s always slow paced and sensual, almost always containing foreplay to worship you. if you ask hwei he can go faster and treat you a little roughly, but he likes to take his time, enjoying the connection of your bodies completely and thoroughly, his every move laced with sensuality and passion. he likes to find that perfect little spot within you and land every hard, deep thrust right against it, making you shiver and curl your toes. however, if he’s feeling particularly desperate….

Q - quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often?)

- on days he’s desperate and especially needy he would actually initiate a quickie, just one look at the vivid pink swirling in his eyes and you know. both of you often have to cover the other’s mouth to muffle any sounds that try to come out. but you do find yourself braced against the wall with your legs around the painter's slim waist fairly often. he walks out with so much shame afterwards tho.

R - risky (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

- pretty open minded, likes to explore with you in the bedroom. he’s always interested in trying different positions or indulging you with different kinks and scenarios. when it comes to risks, hwei would not do anything to harm you physically or any heavy degradation to you. 

S - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- he really strikes me as someone with low stamina. he's usually spent after one round, poor thing! but you are unbothered by it and hweis lack of stamina certainly doesn't stop him from letting you leave the bed unsatisfied. just because he’s too exhausted for one more round, doesn't mean he can't make you cum in other ways~

T - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- now let me think of this realistically in runeterra terms…most likely no, simply because the thought hasn’t crossed his mind before and i don't think vibes would exist. but if they did however! and you told him he’d be very interested to try them with you. and also strap ons particularly piqued his interest! 

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

- once he gains the confidence he can be a little bit of a tease, but he gives in so easily. just one little pout on your pretty lips has him giving in to you. if he does tease you it’s when he worships you which can sometimes be so long and intense, you actually beg hwei to take you already. but if anything, he loves to be teased and wants you to keep teasing him until he’s sobbing for you. 

V - vocal (how loud are they, what noises do they make)

- whining, whimpering, sobbing the whole nine yards babe. poor boy is always in tears at the end. at first he was so shy about the sounds he makes. he went as far as trying to muffle them by kissing you, or burying his face into your neck, releasing only short whines and whimpers every now and again. as he opened up to you heard how he loses himself in pleasure, his volume rises and his moans and whimpers grow in number and intensity, as well as volume. as he nears his peak, his voice often breaks under the amount of raw bliss. and every single sound that leaves his pretty lips is like angelic music to your ears.

W - wild card (random headcanon for the character)

- CUCK ACTIVITIES!!!!!! this is just my depraved mind speaking but him watching you get absolutely ruined by jhin sends him spiraling, his two favorite things putting on such a pretty show. actually just a threesome with both of them is my personal dream, or let’s reverse it, jhin watching as he orders hwei on how to make you feel~ 

X - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- hwei genuinely thinks he’s not big, it's kinda adorable. he’s pretty long but not all slender, his cock has a curve upwards when it's stiff and the tip takes on that pretty, purplish hue when he's really needy, he's also got a few visible veins running up the length of it that are even more sensitive than he is. he can’t help the pang of confidence he gets when you lower down on him that first time and he sees the way you gasp and flinch as you try to adjust. 

Y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- ranges from standard to low depending how he’s feeling. while hwei enjoys sex, to him it’s only one of the many ways in which he can show his affection towards you. cuddling with you under the covers, opening his heart up to you with hushed whispers in the dead of night—all of these are ways in which hwei reveals his yearning for you.

Z - zzz  (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- it depends! sometimes poor boy is honestly out like a light afterwards, but on other nights he stays up watching you drift off taking the opportunity to trace your body with his hands. admiring the work of art that is you.