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Dae-ho (player 388) NSFW Alphabet

first time posting something like this kinda nervy but i had to write for my pookie dae ho and my bro said it was good enough to post so here DAE HO TRUTHERS EAT UP if this does well there will be more to come trust

18+ content below the cut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he's such a gentleman when it comes to aftercare. he’ll immediately help you clean up before you have the chance to move an inch, he’ll give you one of his shirts to wear (if you're not already wearing one) and he'll literally carry you to the bathroom to shower together. but if you're both too tired he'll just pull you close to him and play with your hair until you fall asleep in his arms

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

i think his own favorite body part would be his chest, hes got some nice pecs and he knows it. also cause he has a lot of upper body strength 🤤🤤 on you though its hard to choose one but he always finds himself grabbing onto your thighs and love handles so i think its safe to say those are his favorites

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

hes not a fan of making a mess, which isnt much of an issue anyway because spoiler alert he has a breeding kink!! he loves filling you up, especially when you both cum at the same time because it makes him feel connected to you. but if not inside he'll sometimes shoot a load on your face or chest cause it looks pretty when its all over you

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

he thoroughly enjoys being dominated. usually hes the one in control but he will bend over and take it like a good boy whenever the opportunity arises. being a big strong man is hard work, sometimes he needs to be taken care of too

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he doesnt have a crazy body count or anything but he knows what hes doing for sure. especially when it comes to you, he knows your body and how to turn you on instantly and make you cum fast it fills him with so much pride

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves the intimacy of missionary. any position where he can look into your eyes and be pressed skin to skin with you are his favorite. cowgirl is a close contender because he can look up at you while motorboating you and gripping your thighs. he also likes the one where he lifts you up and fucks you against the wall cuz he gets to remind you how strong he is. trying out new positions is fun with him too, he'll have your legs bending in ways you never thought possible

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he doesn't really like being too serious in the bedroom, hes almost too giggly sometimes. if he catches himself being all concentrated he'll slow down a little and smile at u n shiiiii but its also so hot when he's just really focused on making you feel good

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

has like no hair down there he shaves as soon as he feels stubble, he just prefers to be clean shaven

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy may as well be his middle name. he values the connection between you too so much and it's adorable. he's constantly checking in to make sure youre enjoying yourself while also praising you and planting soft kisses all over your body. sometimes you can tell he loses focus just from looking at you. he’ll tuck your hair behind your ear or gently caress your face, he treats you like royalty seriously

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesnt jerk off that much but when he does he's usually thinking of you and definitely whimpers your name when he finishes. he's not much of a porn watcher, all he needs is a pic of you and 5 minutes

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's big on hair pulling for sure. like how can you see that mane and not immediately reach for it when hes 7 inches deep inside you. and it goes both ways you’ll catch him yanking on a fistful of your hair without even realizing it. oh yeah hes also into breeding!!!! blowing his load inside is his favorite activity!!!!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

basic bitch loves the bedroom. he just likes anywhere that feels the most intimate, sometimes thats your bed or sometimes it's in the shower and he can't keep his hands off you and suddenly you're bent over with your hands pressed against the foggy glass

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

dae ho might not have the highest sex drive but to him, you are his motivation. it drives him insane when you make the first move. he gets weak in the knees when you put your hands on him or whisper something scandalous in his ear when he least expects it, he’ll start matching your energy real quick

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he’s open to almost anything but hes not really into bdsm or torture and shit like that. he doesnt mind receiving pain but inflicting it on you especially to that extent is a big no-no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he could bury his face in between your thighs for hours at a time call this man the headmaster the way he eats pussy like its his last meal, and hearing the sounds you make is only more motivating for him. also BIG on face sitting he cant get enough of it. if you're hesitant about it he'll literally hold your hips down to feel all of your weight on top of him. he prefers giving but he'll still go crazy over the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his dick, especially if you make eye contact while taking it omg he’ll finish in 3 seconds

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he always caters to you. he starts off slow and sensual, but as you get worked up and start moaning louder he’ll pick up the pace until tears start to form and your legs are shaking. training in the marines paid off thats for sure!!!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s not really into quickies because he enjoys a more intimate experience and quickies leave him feeling needy. they're unnecessary to have often but when you do its usually just him pleasing you and hes perfectly fine with that; if you're ready to go then so is he

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he will try almost anything as long as it's with you, but not without having a safeword in place of course. he has his boundaries and he would never forgive himself if he crossed yours

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man was a marine he can go for as long as your heart desires. if you're not satisfied then neither is he

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

i dont think he has any for his own personal use but he probably has a few toys for spicing things up when you're together. he’ll bust out his vibrating cock ring for funsies sometimes

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

hes not a huge tease but sometimes he’ll do it just to see you flustered. hes usually too clueless but he’ll whisper shit in your ear because he knows it makes you crumble. but not crazy on teasing cuz he just wants to please you, if anything HES the one getting teased

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

definitely a whimperer. hes usually not very vocal though so its a nice treat when he lets one slip. he's usually too busy talking you through it to make noise, but when hes bottoming though….. yeah not even a pillow is masking that shit

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

cant cum without a good makeout sesh. its his favorite type of foreplay cuz its so intimate and gets him in the mood instantly. sometimes you dont even get to fucking because hes just glued to your lips; he could probably finish from just making out alone

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

hes packing a good 6.5-7 inches with the perfect girth that stretches you out. also a pale shaft with a cute pink tip

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

hes not the super horny type but little things turn him on. like if youre super touchy with him he will fold instantly. if youre cuddling with him and you press your ass against him just to feel him get hard he’ll climb on top of you with almost no hesitation. hes so pathetic when hes needy too you can see it in his expression the way he craves you and only you UGHRHR

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

dae ho refuses to fall asleep before you, i think its impossible actually. your comfort is his biggest priority. he’ll usually snuggle up really close to you with his legs intertwined with yours and run his fingers through your hair, only dozing off when he notices your eyes finally close

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lazy-ahh · 2 months ago

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HI !!!! >:3

Before I proceed with my request, I just wanted to say how much I LOOOOOOOVE your work. It's actually chefs kiss. I CONSTANTLY GIGGLE WHILE READING SHDBJANDKENDJDBD

ANYWHOOOO, I wanted to ask if you could make one where Mark is accompanying the reader in the library since the reader has to do some research for homework, Mark would normally be bored out of his mind but since he's with the reader he's more than happy to be here.

I guess this could work with an established relationship, but its up to you

HOPEFULLY THIS MAKES ANY SENSE LMFAOOO, ANYWAY I LOVE UUUUU !!! >:3

OVERDUE FEELINGS

pairing mark grayson x gender neutral reader

in which you’re just trying to finish your damn homework, but mark keeps being distractingly… mark. (leaning into your space. bumping knees under the library table. accidentally reciting love poems like they’re about you.) it’s fine. you’re fine. (you’re not fine.)

taglist @hhoneylemon , @queermaeda , @yujensstuff , @thebatsgreatestfailure , @roryroro

the library is quiet, the way you like it—just the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional creak of a chair. sunlight streams through the tall windows, painting golden stripes across the wooden tables. you’re hunched over a thick textbook, scribbling notes with a furrowed brow, when a familiar voice whispers right next to your ear.

"you’ve been staring at that page for, like, ten minutes. either you’re really into 18th-century poetry, or you’re zoning out hard."

you jump, nearly knocking over your highlighter, and turn to see mark grayson leaning over your shoulder, grinning. his dark hair is slightly messy, like he’s just flown in (which, knowing him, he probably has), and his golden viltrumite emblem glints under the library lights.

"mark!" you hiss, swatting his arm lightly, your voice barely above a whisper. the sound still feels too loud in the hushed library, and you glance around nervously, half-expecting a librarian to materialize and scold you. "you can’t just sneak up on people in a library. there are rules."

he flinches a little at the swat—not that it actually hurt him, viltrumite durability and all—but he looks genuinely apologetic as he sinks into the chair beside you. "s-sorry," he mumbles, rubbing his arm like you actually managed to sting him. his cheeks are faintly pink as he leans in closer, voice dropping to a sheepish whisper. "i just... saw you over here and, uh. wanted to say hi?" he fidgets, fingers tapping against the table. "you looked kinda stressed. i thought maybe... i could help? or just. be here. if that’s okay."

there’s something unbearably sweet about the way he’s looking at you—like he’s both desperate to stay and terrified you'll tell him to leave. his knee bumps against yours under the table, and he jerks back like he’s been shocked, muttering a quick "sorry, sorry—" before awkwardly folding his hands in his lap like he doesn’t trust himself not to fidget.

you should probably scold him for distracting you, but the way his fingers nervously drum against his own wrist is weirdly endearing. and the way his eyes keep flicking between you and your textbook, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s actually helping or just getting in the way—it makes your chest feel warm.

for a while, you both settle into a comfortable silence. the library hums softly around you—pages turning, distant typing, the occasional cough. mark rests his chin in his palm, watching as you highlight passages with careful precision. he doesn't seem bored at all, just... content. like there's nowhere else he'd rather be than this quiet corner with you, surrounded by old books and golden afternoon light.

eventually, he scoots his chair closer, the legs scraping softly against the library floor. the movement is tentative at first—just an inch, then another—until his shoulder presses firmly against yours, warm and solid through the fabric of both your sweaters. you can feel the faint rise and fall of his breathing, steady and calming despite the way your own pulse suddenly kicks up at the contact.

he leans in, his temple nearly brushing yours as he follows the lines of text. you catch the faint scent of his shampoo, something clean and subtly sweet, mixed with the crisp paper-smell of old books. it's distracting in the best way, making it hard to concentrate on the words in front of you when all your senses seem hyper-aware of him.

as you turn the page, his focus never wavers. you can practically feel him absorbing each poem alongside you, his quiet intensity making the mundane act of studying feel strangely intimate. then—his finger darts out, sudden but gentle, tapping a verse near the bottom of the page. the tip of his finger hovers there, just barely touching the paper, as if afraid to smudge the ink of something so precious.

"i like that one," he murmurs, voice hushed but earnest.

you follow his gaze to the lines: "i would recognize you in total darkness, not by touch or sound, but by the quiet way my soul settles when you're near. heaven, if held in hands, would wear your face. what is happiness, if not your name written in gold ink upon my ribs?" your breath catches sharply between your ribs, the air suddenly too thick, too warm. it's the kind of verse that curls around your heart and squeezes—painfully tender in its honesty, the sort of devotion that makes your fingertips tingle with the urge to reach out.

your pulse flutters like moth wings against your throat, so loud you’re half-convinced mark can hear it. the words on the page blur for a second as you imagine the poet speaking them—not to some abstract beloved, but to someone real, someone who stole their breath the way mark steals yours. and then, stupidly, impossibly, the voice in your head shifts. it’s not the poet’s anymore. it’s his—rough at the edges but unbearably tender, like he’s reciting the verse just for you, like he means it.

your breath hitches when you notice his thumb brushing the edge of the page, right beneath the most devastating line. the calloused pad of his finger traces the paper so lightly, like he’s afraid to smudge the ink but can’t help touching it anyway. something hot and hopeful coils behind your ribs, tight enough to ache. around you, the library dissolves—the rustle of pages, the distant tap of keyboards, even the sunlight pooling on the table fades into static. all that’s left is the way mark’s holding his breath, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks as he stares at the words. like if he moves too fast, this moment might collapse. like he wants to live in it forever.

when you glance up, mark's already looking at you with this soft, wondering expression—like he's seeing something precious. your heart skips traitorously as you wonder, just for a second, if he was thinking of you when he pointed it out.

"you’re staring," you point out, fighting a smile.

mark’s entire face goes pink. he opens his mouth, hesitates, then snaps it shut again like he’s mentally scrambling for words. "i—uh. no i’m not," he mumbles, but the way his fingers twist in the fabric of his sweater gives him away. he’s never been a good liar.

when he finally risks a glance back at you, his voice drops to a whisper, half-embarrassed, half-hopeful. "...okay, maybe a little. but only cause you're—y'know. you." your stomach does a traitorous flip as he gestures vaguely in your direction, his fingers sketching clumsy shapes in the air like he's trying to capture everything about you in one motion. you watch his gaze flicker—from the furrow between your brows that always appears when you concentrate, to the way you're currently worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. you freeze mid-bite, suddenly hyper-aware of the habit.

"it's just. nice. watching you do… stuff. like homework. which sounds way creepier out loud, wow—"

you feel your face burn as his words sink in. part of you wants to tease him, another part wants to hide behind your textbook forever, but the warmth blooming behind your ribs wins out. you press your palms flat against the cool table, trying to ground yourself as he drags a hand down his face in mortification.

"ignore me. i'm gonna go melt into the floor now."

a surprised laugh bubbles up before you can stop it—too loud for the quiet library—and you slap a hand over your mouth. the librarian's sharp glare makes you shrink in your seat, but you can't bring yourself to care. you knock your shoe gently against his under the table, biting back a grin when he peeks at you through his fingers.

"too late," you whisper, voice trembling with barely-contained amusement. your chest feels strangely light, like you've swallowed sunlight. "i already saw you being all... weirdly sincere. no take-backs."

mark groans, slumping forward until his forehead hits the edge of your textbook. "this is worse than that time my dad caught me practicing compliments in the mirror," he mutters into the pages.

"wait, you—" you bite your cheek to stop another laugh. "you practiced? for... this?"

his head snaps up, eyes wide. "no! i mean—not just for—okay maybe a little, but—" he makes a strangled noise. "can we pretend i never showed up today? i’ll fly out the window right now. no witnesses."

you catch his sleeve before he can actually bolt. "don’t you dare," you say, softer than you meant to. "i... like your weird sincerity. even if it’s a little embarrassing. you're surprisingly adorable, markus."

mark freezes. his ears are practically glowing. "...yeah?"

"yeah." you let go of his sleeve, fingertips lingering just a second too long against the worn fabric before pulling away. the space between your hand and his on the table suddenly feels charged—just two inches of scratched library wood separating you from the warmth of his skin. you swallow hard. "but if you tell anyone i said that, i'm denying it." your voice wavers slightly, betraying you. not that it matters—william's already made powerpoint presentations about your "heart eyes™" every time mark enters a room, and even your cat seems to give you knowing looks when he visits your house. the only one oblivious is mark himself, currently blinking at you like you've just manifested a life-sized statue of seance dog for him.

his grin cracks wide open—all lopsided sweetness and crinkled eyes, sunlight catching the gold flecks in them. your stomach swoops like you've missed a step going downstairs. "secret's safe with me," he whispers, leaning in so close you catch the faint coffee-and-cinnamon scent of his breath. his pinky finger brushes yours on the table, feather-light. "but only if you let me buy you coffee after this." he clears his throat, suddenly fascinated by a chip in the table's varnish. "as, uh. bribery. for my... continued silence."

"that’s the worst bribery attempt i’ve ever heard."

"is it working?"

you pretend to consider it, tapping your chin with exaggerated thoughtfulness even as your pulse thrums wildly in your wrists. "...maybe." the word comes out suspiciously breathless.

mark's quiet victory fist-pump is absolutely dorky, complete with an under-the-table knee bounce that makes his chair squeak. you press your lips together so hard they tingle, but the grin still escapes—first as a tremor at the corners of your mouth, then as a full-blown smile that makes your cheeks ache. the homework in front of you might as well be written in alien hieroglyphs now; all your brain can process is the way mark's trying (and failing) to smother his own smile against his knuckles, his eyes crinkled with quiet triumph. you're so hopelessly gone for him it should be embarrassing, but right now, with golden library light catching in his lashes, you can't bring yourself to care.

AWWWWW thank you so much for all the love and support man 🥹 not gonna lie, i'm starting to experience that stage where writers start to feel self-doubt about their writing and stuff, but hearing you say all this is definitely very helpful and sweet, so thank you so much mysterious anon! i hope you enjoyed this one-shot <33 1.8k words full of awkward flirty dialogue between mark and reader and i was like sweating and wiping my forehead every 5 minutes as i struggled to think like, 'oh would a person actually say this?' 'does this seem awkward enough but would also work if a dorky cute loser (mark) said this to me?'

#lazy-ahh #invincible #mark grayson #gender neutral reader #invincible x reader #invincible x gender neutral reader #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson x gender neutral reader #ngl i cooked with the title heheh right?#overdue feelings #get it?#cause when you have borrowed books that are overdue and they have feelings for each other and-#NEED THAT INVINCIDIH #are you sure?

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