#so whenever i draw him a get a little bit of practice with that

[lay-z]

cw: pregnant!reader; body insecurities; piss kink; pussy eating | 18+

@lialucis This one's for you, baby.

Phillip Graves has always been a munch for his wife's pussy, but since you fell pregnant with his offspring?

Man's become a proper cunt connoisseur—to a point where he begs you to walk around naked in the house for easier access.

After giving him a firm no and lots of pouting from Phillip in return, you compromise by wearing flowy maternity dresses—full commando.

You've never seen your husband on his knees quite so much since starting this little arrangement, lapping your syrupy essence straight from the tap (as he so kindly put it once) whenever he can.

And when he comes home to you late at night?

Phillip groans in relief after undressing to his briefs, crawling into the marital bed with you while you're already hugging your pregnancy pillow for support.

The sheets rustle as he spoons you from behind while his hands start exploring your thick curves reverently as if he's doing it for the first time, his voice low as he rambles about his day in that Southern drawl of his until your toes curl beneath the blanket, because goddamn him and that accent.

He squeezes your plush thighs, kneading your warm flesh while you exhale a shaky breath into the dark.

"Hm, gettin' twirly f'me, sugar?" he rasps, kissing and nipping behind your ear until your skin prickles and your thighs clench.

"No," you mewl, and it's a blatant lie that he see through like cheap tissue paper.

Phillip chuckles smugly, fingers dipping between hairy folds to find all the proof he needs—that sticky nectar of a goddess he's allowed to call his wife.

You whimper when he toys with your swelling clit, drawing lazy figure eights with the pad of his forefinger, so sensitive and needy with pregnancy hormones that you're slicking up all warm and nicely already.

"C'mon, sit on my face, mama." Your husband grunts, retrieves his hand and licks his fingers while you whimper at the loss of stimulation. "Make your husband a happy man."

You huff, looking over your shoulder as he gently nudges you to get into position.

"I'll kill you if I do," you retort dryly, "I'm a flippin' hippo, Phil."

He scoffs, sitting up to manhandle you better.

"Naw, that's nonsense, darlin'," he chides, gently tugging you towards him before your nightgown comes off. "You're my goddamn goddess wife and if I suffocate between your juicy thighs, let my men now that their Commander died a happy man."

You don't even realise how effortlessly and gracefully he pulls and positions you on his torso while you're laughing; legs spreading and thighs straining as you straddle his chest, arousal leaking on his skin and matting his chest hair.

His hands squeeze and grope your plump ass cheeks, slowly coaxing you forward as he gazes up at you with a crooked, triumphant grin.

"Phil—" you whine, bracing yourself on the bed's wooden headboard for much needed support while forgetting to object to his advances. "If you keep making me laugh, I might pee a little."

He groans wantonly, and a tad bit dramatic, and his words become more muffled as he practically disappears from your view—thanks to your large baby bump.

"Oh mama, I'll cum right in my pants if you tinkle in my fuckin' mouth." He growls playfully, and your blood simmers with desire and love, because you know he's not lying.

Your next words choke in the back of your throat when he drags his flat tongue all the way from crack to clit while your sex hovers over his face, nose nudging against your swollen bud as he laps at your sopping hole while a string of lewd moans.

His hands dig into your flesh, urging you to take a proper seat as he devours your cunt with an eagerness that borders on ferality, slurping and lapping lewdly at your flesh while grunting like a proper caveman, taking huffing breaths every few seconds.

He murmurs praises against your sex, words you can't even hear while your eyes are closed in bliss and your head is thrown back as you moan so wantonly for him. Fuck, he loves how sensitive and vocal you've gotten in the past few months.

And yes, it's harder to breathe as you keep dripping and squirting on his face, but Phillip meant what he said—

Between the thighs of his wife, with his tongue buried in her cunt, her saccharine slick bursting on his tongue, and her sweet whines ringing in his ears, Phillip Graves could die a happy man.

[plagueislost]

So I saw the batfam wing au. And the post says you get the urge to draw wing aus Everytime you join a new fandom. Have you done wing aus for Other fandoms? (Like Danny Phantom,) or other fandoms? Also do you have a List of fandoms you are in? Because buddy I'm not leaving after seeing those Gorgeous wings. I wanna be friend shaped!

thank you so much, i’m glad you like it!

most of my aus i don’t post, because they tend not to get a ton of attention and i usually run out of steam before i flesh it out enough for a bunch of content (like i’ve been doing with the batfam). I made a wing au for the dsmp years ago, but that was back when my art sucked and i didn’t know how to compose an illustration to save my life. I think the most recent au i’ve actually posted was a knives out au for the dream smp, but don’t look at it cause it was also years ago and the artwork i made for it was NOT good.

i don’t think i’ve ever posted an actual list of all the fandoms i’m a part of, because that would be hella long, but here’s a quick list of all the ones i actually post about (and still am in the fandom for):

dream smp (and select creators associated)

hermitcraft (and select creators associated)

life series smp

batman (and extended universe, including the batfam)

doctor who

good omens

my hero academia

dungeon meshi

lord of the rings

avatar: the last airbender

haikyuu!!

danny phantom

(i feel like there’s more but i honestly can’t remember right now)

i would very much enjoy being friend shaped with you!!

[akalyndraw]

It's a little late but happy Mother's Day! I take this opportunity to introduce LeoYur's future babies, twins Laia and Lia and little brother Jul. I'll take the opportunity to write about them ^^

It's a good time to remember that Yura's eye color is brown 🤎 the olive green is actually contact lenses (she doesn't see well far away)

Yura and Leona's children:

Twins - Laia (🐆) & Lia (🌺):

Age: 9 years old

Birthday: June 15

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Esmerald

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Meat (🐆) Lasagna (🌺)

Hobby: Training (🐆) Singing (🌺)

Dislike: Salad(🐆🌺) and insects(🌺)

Younger brother - Jul (🐾):

Age: 7 years old

Birthday: October 8

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Beef liver

Hobby: Read

Dislike: Noise and people talking behind one's back

The twins are a bundle of energy that came into 🌼🦁 life when they least expected it on one of their trips, but it was the greatest joy for both of them. Both have outgoing and curious personalities, Laia can be the more whimsical one. She likes to tease her brother and father, plus she has fun doing little mischiefs here and there, however this gets her in trouble almost every time. On the other hand, Lia is kinder although she follows her sister in her mischief, she is the “voice of conscience” (which Laia never listens to)

They are the female version of their father in appearance.

🐆: She is very smart and strong for her age. She enjoys watching her father's and the rest of Sunset Warrior's workouts. Occasionally she trains by imitating the movements of others, she likes adrenaline and is surprisingly good at leadership (in the future she becomes leader of the Sunset Warrior) Despite her personality she has a good heart.

🌺: cheerful girl, she will always greet you with a smile. Like her sister she is quite intelligent however she prefers to avoid physical training and instead rehearse her singing in the palace gardens next to her mother while she draws. She excels in creativity and perseverance, she often gets into trouble with her sister but you couldn't be too angry with them for too long, you won't resist her puppy look.

The arrival of the little princesses at the palace was a joy for everyone. Cheka and Falena were constantly dropping by as babies to bring them presents. Leona is a bit protective of them so she tries to get them to leave quickly. They are the darlings of the place, if any cookies are missing from the kitchen the chefs already know who they were. Kifaji even let out a few tears when he saw them and they both took his fingers in their little baby hands. Whenever she gets the chance she will spend time with them and tell them stories about their father.

🐾: Unlike his sisters, he has a calm personality and a normally stoic expression. He wants to grow up fast and be like his father, whom he admires a lot because of the stories his mother used to tell him. Despite the admiration and love he feels for his father, he is more attached to his mother, although he tries to act more mature, he is still a child. His ears and tail always give away his true emotions even if he seems disinterested in something.

He secretly asked Kifaji to teach him how to play chess so that he could play with 🦁 later and surprise him. You can find him in the royal library or somewhere quiet reading/studying

He is a polite little gentleman but if he sees his sisters nearby he will run away quickly (they like to bother him, often interrupting his study time)

His magic took quite a while to show up, which made everyone worried since 🌼 lacked magic and they thought he couldn't use it either. It was basically his worst moment, as he always wanted to use magic since he was little and even started hiding to practice more hours.

However, one day he heard some employees talking bad about his mother and since Leona could choose someone better, then he got angry and his magic woke up, making a mess of the surroundings (unintentionally because he still didn't control it).

Yura was left alone with him tending to the small wounds on his arms and they talked. Jul never blamed or felt resentment towards his mom, more than anything, he wanted to be strong to defend her and his sisters. To be a reliable brother and son. Little by little, although it was hard, he practiced with Leona until he mastered his magic power.

I've gone on quite long 😅 but here I leave the basics, I have the story of the three brothers overdeveloped in my mind hehe

As a spoiler they enter NRC in the future!

[nagumaow]

itoshi rin - “ lost ? “

summary ౨ৎ

your boyfriend, itoshi rin, always looks a little lost whenever he’s out with you. he doesn’t really get your antics, but he’ll follow you anyways ♡

warnings ɞ

loverboy rin lol, reader is described as pretty, beautiful, etc, oh oh and reader buys a dress , not much else , and ummm just lots of fluff and cutesy stuff and yeah !

“are you looking for something, sir?” a store attendant asks, a kind smile on her lips. she looks back at him— the man you love— who is also known as your boyfriend, rin. itoshi rin.

“no.” he’d respond, shaking his head at the woman. short and simple, as always. in all honesty, rin’s not too sure what he’s doing here. he watches as the lady leaves, his eyes immediately shifting to the dressing room. you told him to wait out here while you try on some outfits, but he feels like you’ve been taking a bit too long in there. are you hurt?

the thought alone is enough to make him feel a bit skittish, his foot tapping against the floor. he peers inside, glancing back at the endless stalls of dressing rooms. he eyes the one you stepped into— number thirteen. thirteen, thirteen, thirteen. are you okay? he feels a bit sick. what if something happened to you?

he spots you walking out after what felt like hours of nervously chattering his teeth, and he relaxes immediately. shoulders slumped and the crease from his eyebrows furrowing smoothing over, he finds his feet just barely grazing the little fencing of the queue. he knows he shouldn’t, it’s the women’s dressing room— but you’re right there, approaching him with that happy smile on your face.

“riiinn,” you draw out, and he feels his knees going weak. you’re so beautiful he’s almost sure he could cry. but he remains stoic, his hand reaching out to take some of the clothes for you. “look.” you say, holding up.. some sort of dress. he thinks he recalls you showing him a picture of something similar earlier today.

“you’ll look beautiful. let’s go pay now.” he’d say, his tone just as gentle as ever. he’s always like this with you. his hand reaches up, cupping your cheek and brushing aside your hair as he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

he reaches for your hand, leading you to the register. it’s usually you leading him, but he feels sort of bad for trailing behind you like a puppy.

the next time you both go somewhere, you’re bringing him to a cafe. your favorite one. yes, rin remembers these things. how could he not? he’d never forgive himself if he were to forget anything about you.

“mhm.. yes, can i please get (favourite order)?” you ask, expression bright. rin thinks you’re like the sun sometimes. shining so prettily. he wishes he could take a picture— but he’d feel like a creep pulling out his phone in the middle of a cafe and taking photos of you like some stalker. but you’re the absolute love of his life, why should he care?

probably because he knows you’ll get all embarrassed and flustered if he does pull out his phone like he wants to. as much as he’d love to capture your beautiful smile in a picture to admire when he misses you, he would much rather have you happy.

but, don’t blame him when he ‘sneakily’ snaps a picture of you. the tips of his flush a pretty shade of red when his flash goes off, and rin is so embarrassed that he feels like that reindeer with the red nose when he watches your lips part.

“rin!” you exclaim, practically dropping your drink as you look back at your boyfriend from across the table. “did you just—“

“i didn’t.” he mumbles, gaze shifting away from yours. his pale lips curve into a subtle pout, and you really can’t bring yourself to be upset. you just flash him a knowing smile, which only makes his heart beat faster and spin the stars around his head a little harder. have you put a spell or something on him?

rin likes going out with you.

he feels a little confused sometimes, especially when you’re walking down the sidewalk, eyes bright as you look at the stores lined up. rin knows you like shopping, so he’s more than happy to come with you on your little trips to the store. even if he has no idea what he’s doing.

all he knows, is that you look so gorgeous when you smile. nothing could ever compete with you and your undeniable beauty, the absolute joy that radiates off of you like some sort of angel’s aura whenever you’re happy.

he feels a little proud, knowing that he’s contributing to your happiness as you tug him along, your fingers interlocked with his.

he likes it when you smile, he likes it when you’re happy.

on your next date, your boyfriend has no complaints standing with you in a line for some sort store. you told him it was a new one, and that you’re so excited to look inside. he’s just happy to be with you.

when you’re both finally let inside, he follows after you, eyes focused on your form as you excitedly look through everything. he has to physically hold himself back from falling over. you’re so, so, cute. he lives for that smile.

“rin, rin!” you wave your hand in front of his eyes, a small giggle escaping your lips at the dazed, or more like, lovestruck expression on his face. “are you listening?” you ask, tilting your head and leaning closer to him.

“of course.” he says quickly, feeling just a little ashamed for getting distracted. “…i’m sorry.” he says after a few moments. should he drop to his knees?

“don’t apologise.” you smile, cupping his cheeks and squishing them slightly. if you both weren’t so caught up loving each other, you could almost hear someone in the background.. something about.. ‘why can’t that be me?’ single people, these days.

“what were you saying?” rin prompts, nose scrunching slightly as you pinch at his cheek. he loves you more than anything, but this is a little embarrassing. he feels like a child. yet, he somehow likes it. maybe because it’s you.

“oh, right! have a look at this dress!”

and that’s how rin finds himself standing in the middle of yet another store, looking like a little boy who’s lost his mother after you ran off. he sighs fondly, eyes sparkling as he watches you look through a shelf. he doesn’t care about anything in this store. as far as he cares, all of it is just a bunch of little things that will bring you joy.

your dates are always fun, rin thinks. but he likes it when the two of you are together at home, too.

you’re curled against him, scrolling through tiktok with your head resting on his shoulder. yes, he loves this. even if he has no idea what the video you’re showing him is supposed to mean.

“your humour is interesting, love.” he mutters, nuzzling his nose against your hair. a playful jab watered down by his love for you.

your boyfriend, itoshi rin, loves you more than anything.

© me . pls pls don’t copy , steal , repost , translate , or do anything bad with my work and instead try and improve ur own skills ! ♡

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[neeeooon]

Hello!

I really love your writing and i am going through your Blue Lock hc... so i don't know if you have already written my request,if so...i am sorry i didn't see it!

How about the Blue Lock guys get jealous over they own teammates?Like he introduce f!reader to his teammates and f!reader is laughing and having a good time? Maybe with Kaiser,Sae and Bachira or any other character you are comfortable with♡

hii thank you so much!! i have one jealousy post but it isn’t jealous toward members (except rin + karasu) SO THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 🩵

when they’re jealous of their teammate

jealous bf bllk x fem!reader

michael kaiser

-> kaiser already hates the fact that yoichi is trying to “take” his spot as the main character on the bm soccer team, but now he’s trying to take you too? absolutely not

-> in reality, isagi is not trying to steal you away from your boyfriend, leaving you completely clueless to kaiser’s jealous and unsure as to why he’s so upset whenever you ask to watch him practice or play games

-> “i just don’t know what’s up with him,” you confess to isagi as you both watch your fuming boyfriend dart across the field, scoring goals so loud you flinch. “ever since i started coming to games here, he seems pissed off. he was never upset when i did this before!”

-> isagi, totally unhelpful, shrugs and sips some water on the sidelines. “your boyfriend is creepy, y/n.” “he is not!” “is too!” you shove isagi in a playful manner, causing you both to laugh, and suddenly your stony-faced boyfriend is right in front of you

-> “oh, micha! done with pr—“ “we’re leaving.” you don’t have time to say goodbye to isagi before you’re on your feet and jogging after kaiser

-> “hey, what—“ “you’re my girlfriend, okay? mine. not his. he can’t have you, too.” you’re a little confused at who he means at first, but once you see the glare he shoots at isagi, you sigh. “he’s not trying to take me away, micha. even if he was, it wouldn’t matter because i’m in love with you.”

itoshi sae

-> he knows oliver is a flirt. he knows you’d never fall for the flattery. but when he overhears the player’s body count, he starts getting a bit nervous, because what could the guy possibly say to get so many people in his bed?

-> sae had a sneaking suspicion that oliver used banter and his witty sense of humor to draw others in, so when the sound of your lighthearted laughter fills his ears, he’s feeling all sorts of twisted inside as he spots you with oliver

-> you and oliver. together. his hand raised as if he’s about to caress the small of your back. he doesn’t get the chance, though, because sae is suddenly standing behind you with oliver’s wrist gripped in a fist

-> “problem?” oliver challenges him, eyes sparkling with mischief. sae scowls and shoved his temporary teammate away before placing his hand on your back and slowly pushing you to the exit with him

-> “hey, i haven’t had my fruit punch yet—woah, are you okay?” your playful tone dies in your mouth when you see how tensely your boyfriend is looking at you

-> “you were laughing.” “oh, um, yeah. he made a really bad dad pun, you know i’m a sucker for those.” “he was going to touch you, y/n. he’s clearly hitting on you.” you shuffle a bit, unsure of what to say. “oh. i didn’t realize..”

-> and you didn’t, because why would you look at anyone else when you were dating itoshi sae? the man worshiped you..! in his own ways. your smile throws him off. “no need to be jealous, cute boy. i only have eyes for you.”

bachira meguru

-> bachira doesn’t like feeling jealous. he trusts you, he really does, but watching you and rin makes him doubt that

-> you’ll admit that you have been shadowing the younger itoshi quite a bit, but it’s not the the reasons bachira’s mind plagues him with

-> your older brother passed away in an accident, and your last conversation with him hadn’t been the kindest. when you learned about the strained relationship between rin and his brother, you wanted to help in a familiar sense

-> “y/n, can you help me?” bachira whined as he frowned down at his english homework. “i’ll be right there, megs.” and then you wander off to huddle heads with rin

-> and then? you laughed. with rin! bachira has never seen the guy smile, and now he’s making you laugh? his cheeks puff and blush in envy as he discards his homework and stomps over to you

-> “y/n, i would very much like your help right now please!” you can tell that he’s frustrated, but he looks so adorable that you can’t help but smile as you stand. “okay, i’m coming, pretty boy. what’s up?”

-> “you and that. him! that guy! it makes me feel all icky inside watching you laugh with him, and i don’t like it.” his blatant honestly makes you grab his hands and pull him closer to you. “he reminds me of my brother… but you’re right, i’m sorry if i crossed a line. i’m only trying to help, but you’re my boyfriend, so if hanging out with him makes you uncomfortable, i’ll stop.”

[asaarii]

mark with a hyperfem girlfriend ??? or maybe she’s cutesy and shy please ^_^

ft: mainstream!mark (invincible) reader: fem wc: 1120 summary: mark and his hyperfem gf go to comic con YIPPIEE!! requested by: anon

this is highkey crack but i had fun writing it so yeah & I think I strayed a bit far from the req so I humbly apologize for that sigh do I play league of legends or write more fanfiction decisions decisions

Mark swears he can die happy right now.

Two of his favorite things in one place. You and Comic Con. This has to be a dream, he’s sure of it. Finally, for once, the world decided that even Invincible needed a damn break. Hopefully, the moment lasts long enough for him to savor it before he most likely gets pulled away again.

He has to admit, he feels incredibly underdressed compared to you, clad in his typical slacks and a Seance Dog shirt to suit the occasion. You, on the other hand, had gone all out, with bows in your hair, a soft sweater, and a ruffled skirt that had Mark practically on his knees before you left. To tie it all together, you’d even attached a small Seance Dog charm to your purse to match with Mark.

Truly, you were a woman after his own heart.

You smile softly at him as the two of you pull up to the convention center—in a car, for once, as it’s far too crowded for Mark to fly in without drawing attention. He smiles back, instinctively placing a small kiss to the back of your hand when he laces your fingers together. You giggle softly, almost instantaneously latching onto his arm as the two of you flash your passes at security.

Mark would be lying if he didn’t say he was enjoying the way you clung to him shyly. Because he was. Almost a little too much.

You were just too cute! Damn it, he needed to focus! There was a signing going on and he wanted—

“Mark, can we go check out the vendors?” You bat your eyes up innocently at him, glossed lips tantalizingly shiny beneath the bright fluorescent lights.

“Of course, baby.” His response is almost instant as he leans down to peck your lips before the weight of his words settles in. “Anything you want.”

FUCK. He was NOT supposed to say that.

But he’d feel like a monster taking it back now, especially with the way your eyes lit up like he’d just promised to take you to the moon. Which, in fairness, he had offered before, but you’d declined for obvious reasons. So, he mourns his minor loss as he leads the two of you through the crowded venue, holding you close whenever one of the superhero cosplayers got too close.

Especially the Invincible ones. He’s the only Invincible you’ll ever need in your life and no amount of spandex and fake muscle padding is going to change that. After all, nothing beats the original, baby.

Also, he is not that skinny.

His chest puffs with pride as he feels your manicured fingers grip onto his bicep, face pressed into his shoulder while he expertly leads you through the throngs of people both in and out of cosplay.

Vendors smile at passing people, making light conversation with anyone who stops by to look at their wares.

You, however, are drawn in by a certain booth tucked securely in a less populated corner. Mark trails obediently behind you, grinning dumbly when he sees what’s got your eye. It’s cute, it’s pink, and it’s so irrevocably you.

The woman behind the booth greets you both kindly before divulging in a rant about the inspiration behind her themed makeup palettes that you listen intently to, your hands finding their way to an adorable themed palette of one of your favorite characters. A character, Mark notes proudly, that he had introduced you to.

One that he’d also lost countless battles to as a plushie on your bed, but he digresses.

As much as Mark adores seeing you shy, he loves this part of you just as much. Unabashed to showing your interests, yet still retaining the girlish charm that had him falling for you in the first place.

“We also have a few superhero-themed things, if you’re interested.” Now that got his attention. And your’s too, it seems, if the way your previously timid gaze lights up is anything to go by.

“Let me guess,” the vendor says as she bends down to get a box hidden beneath her table, “Rex Splode?”

Mark is now two seconds away from crashing out, jaw dropped in an expression so offended that you have to physically shut his mouth before the vendor sees. He should’ve just went to the signing if he knew things were going to turn out like this.

“No, not really,” you laugh, the sound akin to the bells of heaven to Mark’s ears, his expression softening slightly upon seeing you smile. Still, though, Rex? Seriously?

“Oh, so Immortal maybe?” The vendor smiles unknowingly, displaying a case full of superhero-themed makeup pallets, lip balms, and press-on nails. “I’m more of an Atom Eve girl myself, but it’s always cool to know everyone’s favorite.”

Mark makes a noise beside you, a strange mix of a guttural groan and a strained scream that you’re quick to placate with a soft kiss on his cheek, the remnants of your sparkly gloss lingering in place of your lips.

“Well,” you start softly, sparing a shy glance at Mark from the corner of your eye, “I’d like to think of myself as more of an Invincible fan.”

“Oh, I see!” The vendor nods along excitably before directing you to her Invincible collection. “That guy’s pretty popular, so we make sure to carry extra stock for his themed things, but as you can see, it usually isn’t enough.” She laughs, rubbing the nape of her neck with a sheepish smile.

You hum, hands tracing over a palette and a box of press-on nails in Mark’s signature colors. “I’ll take both of these, please.”

“Amazing! That’ll be $32.76. Would you like a bag?”

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head politely, reaching for your purse, but Mark beats you to the punch with cash in hand, thanking the vendor with a smile of his own before turning back to you. You roll your eyes, pressing a thankful kiss to his outstretched cheek with a hopeless smile as you grab your things.

“You know,” the vendor pipes up to Mark just as the two of you turn to leave, “have you ever thought about doing an Invincible cosplay? Though, you’re a bit bulkier than him, but I think it could work—”

“I just remembered that you said you wanted to go to a signing earlier, right babe?!” You drag him away without another word, hand laced tightly in his as you smile up at him. He stares back at you and how your bows and skirt flow with how quickly you drag him away, his pupils practically eclipsed by hearts.

God, he loves you so, so much.

©asarii 2025 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

[beenbaanbuun]

guard dog pt.2 w/ jeong yunho

idk if this will become a series (it absolutely will, i love him). if you have any asks about this little series then i’ll be more than happy to answer them 🥰

warnings - yandere!yunho, hybrid!yunho, role reversal, yunho calls reader puppy, talk of murder, talk of living in a bad neighbourhood, allusions to masturbation, choking

pt1

you were under the impression that by wearing yunho’s jumper, it might piss him off just a little bit

but as you walk into the living room where he lays, limbs slung across the couch that he deemed beneath him no more than a few nights ago, you’re shocked to see a smirk playing on his lips

if you had much more on beneath it, you might have torn it from your body and thrown it at his smug face, but you wouldn’t want to give the mutt the satisfaction of seeing your tits

“going somewhere, puppy?” it’s been three long, arduous days and he still hasn’t dropped the nickname

you’re this close to getting your name tattooed in hold across your forehead; maybe then he won’t forget it

“the shop,” you walk over to grab your boots; heavy and intimidating and perfect for kicking any creep that gets too close, “i want a snack.”

“there’s plenty of food in the fridge,” he deadpans as you make your way over to the sofa

he doesn’t move, not even when you glare so hard at his legs that he can practically feel you burning holes in them

annoying prick

you settle for sitting right on the edge of the cushion, just far enough on to keep yourself from toppling to the floor as you slip your shoes onto your feet

“i don’t want the food in the fridge,” you say simply as you tie your laces, “if i wanted the food in the fridge, i’d eat the food in the fridge.”

a few seconds of silence pass by, and you’re almost positive that he spends them rolling his eyes behind your back

“it’s dangerous to go out at this time on your own,” as if that’s not the most obvious thing in the world

luckily for you, you have the safe streets memorised, and you carry your keys tight in your fist as a make-shift shiv

yunho seems to forget that you’ve lived here far longer than he has; you’re far too used to how dangerous it can be when twilight hits

“nothing stopping you from coming with,” you suggest, although you hope to everything that is holy that he says no

“i’m not getting changed out of my pyjamas, puppy,” a sigh of relief escapes your mouth as he gives you what want

“well, i’m going either way,” you insist, and he nods in understanding, expecting no less of you

you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re stubborn, maybe even sometimes to the point of being a brat

it’s just so fun to see your victim’s get riled up as you push each of their buttons over and over again

part of you hoped you would’ve learned yunho’s buttons by now, enough to get a little rise out of him, at least

but as he looks you up and down with nothing but neutrality in his eyes, you know that yet again you’ve failed

perhaps you’ve met your match, at long last; the person who can turn each and every jab around and aim them back at you

as your annoyance rises within you, making your bones buzz and your heart clench tight in your chest, you understand just how true that is

and you’re fucking stuck with him

“have fun getting murdered down some dark alley, then,” he just waves you off, only serving to piss you off more

“you’re a prick,” you spit in retaliation

your footsteps are heavy as you head to the door, eyes already trained on the little table you stash your keys on for safekeeping

the little silver stash normally takes pride of place, sitting pretty in the centre so as to not go unseen whenever you’re in a rush to leave

but the table is empty, and you know you won’t have put your keys anywhere else

but then there’s a tinkle behind you; the gentle sound of metal upon metal drawing your attention away from where the keys should be to where they actually are

the mutt’s black ears twitch atop his head as he gently fingers the bundle

you watch as the light catches, reflecting back on his stupidly handsome face in dots of shimmering light

fortunately, his prettiness only makes him that much easier to hate; of course the bastard is a prick when he looks like that

“yunho, give me my keys,” your voice is stern, tired of whatever game it is he’s playing already

“don’t want to,” he says, amusement laced through his words

the keys clink louder this time as he takes them in his fist before slipping them into his sweatpants without another word

“yunh—”

“let’s play a game, puppy,” he cuts you off, “if you fetch the keys like a good pup, i’ll let you go to the store. that sound good?”

the smile he wears is wicked, all teeth like he’s a snarling beast

he might look human, for the most part, but the sharp canines that dig into his bottom lip are a harsh reminder that he’s closer to that beast than he seems

but you’re not in the business of losing, and you certainly refuse to give up without a fair fight

if he wants to play dirty, then dirty is what he’ll get

it takes a mere few seconds for you to cross the room back to the couch, shimmying round it until you’re standing in front of him, legs lined up with his crotch

you sink to your knees, not daring to look at his face despite hearing the deep chuckle he gives you in response

“which pocket?” you spit, words sharp and impatient

“work it out, pup.”

you jump at the feeling of a warm hand petting the top of your head, fingers curling around an invisible pair of dog ears to match his own

you try your best to ignore everything about the situation; the game of fetch, the way you’re knelt at his feet, the way his hand absentmindedly plays with your hair

everything about it screams puppy, and that is not your fucking name

your fingers dip into his left pocket, feeling around for a moment or two before coming out empty handed

you don’t even allow a second to tick my before you delve your fingers into his other pocket and feel around in a similar way

but you can’t feel anything in there either, and it stumps you

yunho hums as you draw your fingers back, finally shifting your unamused gaze back to his face

“you know what i think?” he starts, and you nod, desperate for a hint of some kind, “i think you’d be so pretty with a collar wrapped around that lovely little neck of yours.”

it takes you off guard a little, not at all what you were expecting to drop from his mouth

and yet somehow, as the words sink in a little, you find yourself rather unsurprised

you shoot him the harshest glare you can muster before pushing his hand firmly away from your head

“well i don’t have a collar around my nec—”

the warm palm you pushed from your skull not a second prior, now lies on your throat

you can feel it, gentle yet firm as it holds you in place and pushes your protests away

“are you sure about that, puppy?” he growls; a sound that travels straight to your core, “from where i’m sitting, it looks like you do.”

it takes everything in you to shuffle back, just far enough away that his hand slips free of your neck and falls flat against the leather of your sofa

you stand on shaky legs, taking a few steps towards the bathroom as you do everything in your power to not look at him

if you do, you’re not quite sure what will happen

but your avoidant eyes miss the way he slips the keys free of his waistband and tosses them onto the coffee table, satisfied enough in his win to know he doesn’t have to hide them anymore

“i’m going for a shower,” you say with a shaky voice, slipping out of his sight as he gives you a hum of affirmation

it looks like the shower head will come in handy tonight

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Model

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warnings: Like one dirty comment

You knew Mattheo a little from classes. You shared a few here and there throughout the years and would talk when you were sat next to each other. You wouldn’t exactly classify him as a friend, more like an acquaintance. You, of course, knew his reputation-the fights and drinking and smoking, being the Dark Lord’s son. It wasn’t exactly good and pure. Yet he was always kind to you when you spoke, making jokes to make you laugh. You didn’t exactly see him as this purely evil boy that people make him out to be. Sure, he got into fights and did things he wasn’t supposed to, but don’t most guys do that anyways?

You noticed a lot of things about him, just from observing him. Things like he preferred sweets over anything else, he always loaded his coffee with sugar and creamer, he befriended some of the animals around Hogwarts like the stray cats and crows, anytime he got new converse, he would draw on them the first day. None of these things exactly screamed “evil” to you.

The one thing you never noticed about him though, would be in the classes that you did have together that you were apart from each other in, he would draw you. He liked how focused you looked in class as you took notes. He liked how the pen looked in your hands. He liked how your legs looked, especially the softness of your thighs when you sat down. He liked the little bit of your chest he could see when you unbuttoned the top buttons of your shirt when it was too hot. He liked how soft your hair looked and the small strands that fell whenever you’d put your hair up. He liked how you’d pull the school robe around you whenever you got cold in class. He liked you.

So, instead of focusing on class, he would sketch you. It could be your hands, or your face, or the back of your head, or your legs when you crossed them under the desk. Whatever he could see or whatever caught his attention the most. 

His friends would joke around and call him creepy or a stalker, but he just thought you were too beautiful not to draw. How could he not when you just looked so…he had no words to really describe how he thought. Beautiful was okay. Gorgeous, maybe. Ethereal? Yeah, that would be the closest he could get to how he felt.

“You know, you could easily be a model.” Mattheo said as he was sat across the desk from you in one of your classes, his head resting in his hand as he looked at you.

You blushed and smiled. “Thanks, but I’m not sure about that.” You said, looking up from your work to look at him.

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “I don’t think I’m that pretty.”

He raised his eyebrows. That was just absurd to him. “Would you mind modeling for me anyways? I’d like practice drawing from a live model.” He asked, biting back the urge to tell you how wrong you were.

“You wanna draw me?” You asked with a bit of amusement and disbelief.

“I’d like to try something new rather than just drawing nature.” He said, and it was a half lie. It definitely wasn’t new to draw you, but it would be new to draw you posing for him.

“I suppose I can do that. What’s in it for me?” You asked, tilting your head with a small, teasing smile.

“My company.” He smiled back, just as teasingly.

“And what makes you think I would want that?”

“Who doesn’t? I mean, look at me.” He leaned back in his seat and gestured to himself.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Not a ‘no’, though.”

“How about you get me some butter beer next time we’re at Hogsmeade and you got a deal?” You say, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Are you proposing a date with me, Miss (Y/L/N)?” He teased, his smile growing.

“No, simply saying you owe me, Mr, Riddle.”

“Deal.” He said just as class ended. “Meet me tomorrow after breakfast in the courtyard, yeah?”

“Okay.” You said as you both were putting away your things. “See you then.” You shot him a smile as you stood up and left the classroom.

The next day was Saturday, so there were no classes. You ate breakfast in the Great Hall before heading out to the courtyard and spotted Mattheo standing under the tree. He was smoking, but immediately put it out as soon as he saw you walking towards him.

“Smoking this early?” You asked teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the speech. It'll kill me, I should stop, find another outlet.” He said sarcastically.

“Am I that predictable?” You joked, smiling at him as you stopped just a couple of feet away from him.

“How about you drop the sass and just sit here and look pretty for me?” He cocked his head, challenging you.

“So bossy. You're gonna draw me out here?” You asked, looking around.

“Best lighting here this time of day.” He said. “You're not backing out on me now, are you?” 

“I didn't say that. Where would you like me?” You said as you looked back at him.

“Here.” He gestured to one of the stone arches where you could sit.

You sat down on the arch, crossing your legs. “How would you like me?”

He tilted his head as he stared at you for a moment. “Lean back on your hands.” He said as he sat down a little away from you.

You leaned back on your hands, otherwise not changing anything else. “Like that?”

“Yeah.” He nodded as he grabbed his sketchbook from his bag. “Now just sit and look pretty for me.” He gave you a cheeky smile before starting to draw you.

You sat there for a few moments, just letting him draw before speaking up. “You know, when you asked me to model for you, I thought you were gonna try sneaking in some way to get me naked.”

“I was gonna work my way up. Earn your trust.” He said playfully, smirking as he glanced up at you.

You took a pinecone next to you and threw it at him, just grazing his arm, before getting back in the pose.

“Hey! I was joking!” He laughed, brushing the dirt from the pinecone off of his sleeve. “Though, I definitely won't complain if you did wanna pose naked for me.”

“You're disgusting.” You shot back in a teasing manner.

“Okay, okay, I'll leave it alone.” He said before going back to drawing. “Now sit still.”

“Demanding.” You muttered.

“You know, most models don't talk when they're being drawn.”

“Is that your way of telling me to stop talking?”

“I was trying to be subtle.”

“Rude.” You muttered again and he gave you a playful glare, but made no further comment.

You let him draw you in silence from there, minus his quiet mutters to himself. He loved being able to look at you with an excuse, he loved admiring all the small details-any scars, freckles, moles-all the imperfections that he thought made you look perfect.

He finally finished, looking between you and the drawing, making sure he got everything.

“Alright, I'm done. You wanna see it?” He asked, giving you a moment to stretch.

“Yeah, let's see it.” You said as you stood up, walking over to him.

He turned his sketchbook around towards you, looking just a little sheepish.

“Woah.” You took the sketchbook from him to get a better look. “Are you sure this is me? This person is way too beautiful.” You chuckled.

“That's how I see you.” He shrugged, trying to make it seem like it's not a big deal.

“You think I'm this pretty?” You asked, looking up at him now.

“I don't think I could ever do you justice, if I'm honest.” He admitted, the slightest blush dusting his cheeks. That was so embarrassing to admit for him.

“You mean that?” You asked softly.

“Yeah.” He said and stood up. “I, um…I’ve always thought you were pretty. Well, ‘pretty’ doesn’t even begin to cover how I think.” He gave you a cute, but embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck as the blush deepened.

You could feel your own face heat up. “Well, I think you did a really good job with the drawing. This definitely does me justice.” You said, turning your attention back to the drawing.

“I could always use more practice, you know.” He said, not looking away from you.

“Are you asking me to model for you again?” You asked, eyes flicking back up to him.

“Yeah.”

You smiled, looking back at the drawing for a second before looking back at him. “Fine, but that means you’ll owe me two butter beers.”

“I guess I can do that.” His smile widened.

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[wordsofwhimsy]

❀ꗥ～𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 ～ꗥ❀

❀ꗥ～ Part Seven ～ꗥ❀

Pairing: Main!Mark Grayson x Southern Belle!Reader

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, slice-of-life, domestic country vibes

Word Count: 3,209

Synopsis: You & Mark are about to set off on a road trip to your hometown in Georgia, and Mark’s about to get a crash course in southern living. The real challenge though? Meeting your family.

a/n: this chapter got a bit long but there was a lot i wanted to do with it – it’s also my FAVORITE so faaar

read part six ❀ꗥ～Here! ～ꗥ❀

The week before the trip, you were practically glowing.

Mark couldn’t even finish a sentence without you interrupting with something like, “Oh! Did I tell you my mama has a peach tree in the backyard now?” or “Wait till you try Daddy’s smoked brisket—he’s been workin’ on that recipe since before I was born.”

He swore you hadn’t stopped smiling in three days.

You were packing early, too—which Mark found both adorable and mildly terrifying. Every time he came over, you had a new duffel bag half-zipped on your bed. You kept saying things like, “Should I bring my cowboy boots or my church boots?” and “Do you think your lil’ superhero suit’s wrinkle-resistant, baby? ’Cause I got the iron out.”

He was happy just listening. You talked about your brothers like they were a trio of rowdy golden retrievers, about your Meemaw’s cast iron skillet like it was a national treasure, and about your mama and daddy with a kind of love that made Mark ache a little.

“You really think they’re gonna like me?” he asked one night, trying not to sound nervous.

You’d blinked at him like he’d asked if water was wet. “Sugar, you carried a busted water heater outta Meemaw’s crawl space and didn’t even mess up your shirt. They’re gonna adore you.”

—

The sun had barely crested over the rooftops when Mark showed up at your place, backpack slung over one shoulder, a hopeful smile on his face.

“You ready?” he asked, bouncing slightly on his heels. “I figured we could take off by nine—be there by lunch if we fly.”

You didn’t even look up from where you were strapping down the world’s most over-packed cooler in the bed of your pickup.

“We are takin’ off by nine,” you said sweetly. “In my truck.”

Mark paused. “...Wait. We’re not flying?”

You stood up, dusted your hands off, and opened the driver’s side door like the conversation was over.

It hit him slowly. A memory montage in his brain: you sidestepping the subject every time he offered to take you flying… how you suddenly “remembered errands” when he mentioned rooftop views… how your voice got a little too light whenever he said, “Wanna try something cool?”

He blinked. “Hold on. You’re scared of flying.”

You paused mid-sit, one brow arching over your sunglasses.

“I’m not scared of nothin’ sweetheart,” you said, pulling the door shut. “I just prefer transportation where my feet stay firmly on the ground—just like God intended.”

Mark snorted. “So... you’re telling me you’ll hand-feed a goat, slap a copperhead off the porch with a broom, and throw me a wrench from the roof of a barn—but you draw the line at a little air travel?”

You didn’t respond, just gave him a look.

Then the engine roared to life.

“Wait—are you serious?”

You put the truck in gear.

Mark took a step forward. “Babe.”

The tires rolled.

“Babe?!”

You rolled down the window. “I got a seat warm and ready, darlin’. You can either get in or get to joggin’.”

Mark hesitated for one tragic second.

You were already rolling toward the road, and now he had no choice but to run and all but launch himself into the passenger seat, backpack bouncing off his shoulder.

You barely glanced at him as you adjusted the mirror.

“Good choice, sugar.”

He leaned his head back against the seat with exaggerated breathlessness.

“I can’t believe I just got hijacked by a woman who won’t get on an airplane but owns a tire iron named Lucille.”

You reached over and turned the radio dial.

“Buckle up, baby. You’re in my airspace now.”

—

The road trip was an adventure in itself.

Every time you stopped for gas, Mark had to learn a little more about southern road-trip culture. Boiled peanuts were first. His face when he tried them? Priceless.

“...So these are beans. Just... wet beans,” he’d said, eyebrows raised as he chewed through the first batch.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, casually popping a handful in your mouth. “You ain’t a true southerner 'til you’ve had a bag of boiled peanuts and a sweet tea. You’ll get used to ‘em.”

Mark’s response was just a grimace, but he kept eating.

Next stop: barbecue. Of course, because no one goes to the south without trying proper BBQ.

The tiny hole-in-the-wall diner was legendary, and Mark had learned one important lesson: don’t try to compete with southern food. He made the mistake of ordering a side of fries with his pulled pork sandwich, and the waitress side-eyed him so hard he almost felt like he was in an old western standoff.

"You don’t need fries with that, sugar,” she said, placing an extra side of cornbread in front of him.

He never questioned it again.

Somewhere past the Alabama line, the sky had turned into a soft hue of amber-pink. You had one hand on the wheel, the other lazily tapping to the beat of the crackling country radio. The hum of the tires on pavement was steady, soothing—and then, there it was.

A familiar little guitar twang floated through the speakers.

You perked up instantly. “Oh my stars, babe—it’s you!”

Mark, halfway through unwrapping a MoonPie, blinked. “Wait, what?”

You gave him a look like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re the stranger with the big iron on his hip!”

Mark blinked, laughing under his breath. “That makes zero sense.”

“Sure it does,” you said, eyes still on the road as you started to hum along. “Only instead of a shooter, you’ve got fists.” You glanced sideways at him, voice dropping just a touch. “Big. Iron. Fists.”

Mark’s ears turned red instantly.

You smirked, tilting your head just slightly. “I’m just sayin’… a man with hands like that?” Your voice was syrup-slow now, just soft enough to ruin him. “I wonder what else those big irons can do.”

Mark straight up choked on air.

He turned toward the window, jaw clenched, trying to reset his whole internal system.

“Okay—nope, nope,” he muttered. “We are driving. Public roads. Laws. Sanity.”

You just smiled, innocent as pie, tapping the steering wheel. “Mhm. Eyes on the road, baby. We got states to cross.”

Mark sank down into the seat, dragging a hand down his face.

—

The sun was just starting to dip below the tree line, that perfect golden hour haze settling over the world as your truck rolled past the weathered “Welcome to Georgia” sign.

Mark was reclined in the passenger seat, a bag of pork rinds half-eaten in his lap, and the windows were down just enough to let in the soft evening breeze.

And right on cue—as if the state itself had been waiting—the radio crackled, and Ray Charles’s voice slid in smooth as honey.

🎶 “Georgia… Georgia…” 🎶

You gasped softly, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Oh my lord, they knew,” you whispered, hand lifting off the wheel like you were praising the radio gods. “They knew we were comin’ home.”

Mark laughed, watching you with that same look he’d worn for the past three states—utterly helpless.

“I feel like I should salute or something,” he murmured.

You nodded solemnly. “Just put your hand over your heart and think about fried chicken. That usually works.”

As the chorus swelled, your voice joined in—not loud, not performative—just soft, like the words had lived in your chest your whole life. Mark listened, barely breathing, and yep—there it was. That twist in his chest.

Every mile brought more pine trees, more wraparound porches, more soft red clay kicked up by old trucks and tractors and summer wind. And then finally—you pulled up the long gravel drive to your family home.

The porch light was on, casting a warm glow over a big old farmhouse with a weathered roof, rocking chairs, and flower boxes blooming bright as July.

And standing dead center in the doorway was your daddy.

Tall. Silent. Holding a .22 like it was just another part of his outfit.

Mark froze halfway out of the truck.

“...Is that—?”

“Yep,” you said, already slamming your door shut. “That’s Daddy.”

Mark blinked. “Does every member of your family answer the door with a gun?”

You shrugged. “You’re the one who keeps showin’ up on porches with bruises. It raises questions.”

He swallowed, slowly stepping around the truck like a man walking into a saloon showdown.

“Evening, sir,” he offered, voice polite.

Your daddy didn’t blink. “Name?”

“Mark Grayson.”

Silence. A long, slow scan from head to toe.

“Occupation?”

You coughed behind your hand. “He’s... uh... real strong.”

Another beat.

Then finally—Daddy lowered the gun.

“Strong, huh?” he said gruffly, then turned and walked back inside without another word.

Mark exhaled. “Okay. Cool. That’s fine. Totally normal.”

You looped your arm through his, grinning up at him. “Welcome to Georgia, sugar.”

The screen door creaked open before you could even make it up the steps, and there she was—Mama.

Hair up in hot rollers, apron on, flour dusted on one cheek, and a casserole dish somehow already in her hand.

“Well look what the cat dragged in!” she called. “My baby girl and her mystery man!”

You barely got up the steps before you were swept into a hug that smelled like cornbread and Chanel No. 5. She kissed both your cheeks, then held you at arm’s length, giving you a once-over.

“You eatin’ enough? You look thin.”

“I’m fine, Mama.”

She waved that off and turned her gaze to Mark—and Lord have mercy, that woman could scan a soul. Her smile never wavered, but her eyes? Sharp as Meemaw’s sewing shears.

“And you must be Mark.” She stepped closer, still holding that casserole like it was loaded. “I’ve heard plenty about you.”

Mark smiled, sweet and a little nervous. “All good things, I hope.”

She leaned in, patted his cheek, and said, way too gently, “We’ll see.”

Then she swept past, calling over her shoulder, “Y’all come in and wash up. Supper’s almost ready.”

He turned to you, eyes wide. “...She terrifies me.”

You grinned. “Oh, honey. That was her bein’ polite.”

The screen door hadn’t even shut behind you when the thunder of boots hit the hallway.

Three of them.

Your brothers.

Built like linebackers, all flannel and worn jeans and big grins that didn’t quite hide the fact they were absolutely sizing Mark up like he was about to be thrown into a ring.

The oldest, Jesse, clapped Mark on the back hard enough that might’ve dislocate something in the average man. “So you’re the one who’s ‘real strong,’ huh?”

Mark coughed. “I—uh, yeah. I guess.”

The middle one, Beau, grinned. “What’s your max bench, son?”

The youngest, Caleb—sweetest face, meanest grip—smirked. “Bet I could take you.”

Mark blinked. “...Take me?”

“Wrestlin’,” Jesse said cheerfully, already rolling his sleeves up. “Out back. After supper.”

Beau nodded. “It’s tradition.”

Mark turned to you with the slow horror of a man realizing he might be about to fight three generations of corn-fed chaos.

“...Do I have to?”

You were already biting back laughter. “Well sugar, it’d be rude to say no.

—

Dinner smelled like heaven dipped in butter and baptized in bacon grease.

The table was packed. Casseroles, cornbread, sweet tea in mason jars the size of your head, bowls of mac and cheese that looked legally golden, fried okra stacked like tiny crunchy monuments, and a pecan pie cooling on the counter like it knew it was the finale.

Mark was trying his best to keep up. He was polite, he was charming, and he said “ma’am” so many times Mama actually started to smile for real.

He thought—for one shining second—that maybe he was in the clear.

You bumped your knee against his under the table and whispered, “You’re doin’ great, sugar.”

He leaned close. “I think your mama likes me now.”

You gave a small, noncommittal hum.

He blinked. “What?”

Before you could answer, Jesse leaned back in his chair, wiped his mouth, and said, “So, Mark…”

Oh no.

Here it comes.

“You ever wrestled a hog?”

Mark froze, fork halfway to his mouth. “I—no?”

Beau grinned. “Good. Wrestlin’ us should be a breeze, then.”

Mark’s fork dropped to his plate.

“Wait, you guys were serious?”

The chairs scraped back. Jesse was already rolling his sleeves up again. Beau was cracking his knuckles. Caleb was taking off his flannel like this was Friday Night Smackdown: Backyard Edition.

You just sipped your tea, absolutely zero help. “I did say it’d be rude to say no.”

Mark turned to Mama in desperation. “Ma’am? Is this… normal?”

She didn’t even look up from her sweet potato casserole. “Just don’t bleed on the gardenias, dear.”

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving only the silver hush of moonlight and the warm, golden glow of the porch light to spill across the yard. Crickets chirped their nighttime chorus, the rope swing creaked slow in the breeze, and three full-grown men stretched like they were about to enter a pay-per-view main event.

You leaned against the porch railing, arms crossed and smiling like it was a front-row ticket to the best show this side of the Mason-Dixon. Mark stood in the middle of the yard, looking real concerned for a man who regularly fought intergalactic warlords.

“So this is happening,” he said slowly, glancing between your brothers.

“Oh, it’s happening,” Jesse confirmed, already tossing his cap to the ground.

“No cheap shots, no runnin’, and no weird city kung-fu,” Beau said, rolling up his sleeves. “Just a good ol’ southern-style throwdown.”

Mark blinked. “City kung-fu?”

“You know what I mean,” Caleb added, nodding like that clarified anything. “No yoga nonsense. No pressure point magic. You go down, you stay down.”

Mark looked up at the porch where you stood, very much not helping, grinning.

You just shrugged. “Play nice, sugar.”

Mark sighed and looked back to the brothers. “What’s the win condition?”

“You tap,” Caleb grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Or cry. We ain’t picky.”

You gave Mark an innocent smile. “Told you dinner was just the warm-up.”

Before he could reply, Jesse lunged.

Mark barely dodged, skidding backward in the dirt. “Okay. Okay, we’re doing this!”

Beau came next—broad, fast, and aiming to grapple. Mark sidestepped again, trying not to accidentally dislocate anything, and that’s when Caleb came in low, arms wrapping around his middle like a linebacker with something to prove.

They went down hard.

You let out a gleeful little cheer. “Get ‘em, baby!”

From the ground, Mark shouted, “I’m trying!”

He rolled, kicked off the dirt, and spun out of Caleb’s hold like he’d done this a thousand times. And he had. Just never while holding back this much.

He couldn’t hit hard. Couldn’t fly. Couldn’t suplex Jesse into orbit no matter how tempting it was.

But what he could do?

Use every ounce of technique drilled into him by Cecil’s trainers, by Nolan, by muscle memory and pure, stubborn will.

A quick twist of the hips—Caleb was down. Jesse came from the right—Mark ducked, grabbed, and pinned. Beau tried to tackle him from behind—Mark dropped to the ground, rolled forward, and flipped him like a pancake at Sunday brunch.

The yard went quiet.

Mark stood panting, grass-stained and wild-eyed, hair a sweaty mess, moonlight silvering the sweat on his skin.

You tilted your head, eyes shining. “Well hot damn,” you said, slow and syrupy, “the stranger with the big iron fists delivers.”

Mark looked up at you, dazed, like maybe he was hallucinating the whole thing.

“That was hotter than church with no A/C,” you added, fanning yourself with your hand.

Mark mouthed help me.

And then—WHAM—Caleb launched himself one last time, and Mark caught him mid-air. One-handed.

Set him down like a toddler. Patted his shoulder.

Total silence.

Then Jesse, flat on his back, wheezed, “This man’s made of steel.”

“Boy just caught me like a sack of mulch,” Caleb mumbled, from the ground.

Beau shrugged, picking grass out of his hair. “Hell. Fair and square.”

You clapped politely from the porch. “Good hustle, boys.”

Mark staggered toward you, the scent of sweat and churned-up dirt clinging to him like battlefield glory.

Mama met him at the screen door, holding a plate in one hand and a dish towel in the other. She gave him a long look, then handed over the plate—loaded with leftovers.

“You earned your seat at the table, son.”

Mark blinked. “...Thank you, ma’am.”

“Don’t make me regret it.”

As you held the door open and Mark stepped inside, you leaned close, all smiles. “C’mon, baby. I’ll patch you up.”

Mark looked at you like a man reborn.

—

Mark wiped the sweat from his brow, glancing over at you. His heart gave a little jump when you looked right back.

Your smile was soft, but he could see the mischief still dancing in your eyes. “That all you got, sugar?”

He gave you a half-smirk, rolling his shoulders as if to say, no big deal. "Just a warm-up."

You shook your head with a small laugh, stepping closer to him. He could feel the heat of your hand on his arm as you reached up, your fingers brushing his jaw—gently, tenderly. His breathing went still as your lips met the bruise on his cheek, soft as silk.

The world around him blurred as you kissed each tiny little scuff and bruise with that special tenderness that only you could give. He was absolutely done for, and he knew it.

When you pulled back, he was breathless—and not from the fight.

You cocked your head, letting your hands rest on his chest. “You’re lucky you’re made of steel sugar, them boys have been known to break an arm or too,” you said teasingly.

“I’m lucky to have you,” he muttered, still stunned by your care, your touch, your everything.

You hummed a sweet sound, brushing a finger over his lips. “You look like you could use a drink.”

Mark managed a crooked grin. “I think I’m good for now... unless you’ve got something with a little more kick than sweet tea?”

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curling into that mischievous smile that had been driving him wild all day. “Oh, I’ve got somethin’,” you purred. “But you ain’t ready for it yet.”

Mark chuckled, though he wasn’t so sure anymore. If you kept looking at him like that, he might just be ready for whatever you wanted to throw his way.

“Careful, darlin’,” you said, slow with heavy lids. “If you keep makin’ eyes like that, we might end up gettin’ in trouble.”

“Already in trouble,” Mark muttered, his heart pounding in his chest. “Think I’ve been in trouble since the moment I met you.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear just enough to send a shiver down his spine. “Well then,” you whispered, the words lingering in the quiet space, “guess we better get real good at bein’ in trouble.”

read part eight ❀ꗥ～Here! ～ꗥ❀

[traiaadd156]

No one asked for but ima do it anyways🌝✨

Damian wayne x girlygirl! Reader

Warnings; cringe dialogue, fluff mostly.

As much as I would like to believe he cares about your style, he just thinks its cute. A bit childish sometimes when its seen in a third person perspective but he doesnt comment.

There is just something about how you stuck out like a sore thumb especially if your both in gotham, it was like a colorful glitter bomb that exploded and became a person(you). Its just a bet that peoples heads would turn, either because of the odd sight of the young heir who is the definition of the word 'doom and gloom' beside the personification of glitter and pink.

But its cute, your hands always holding his but nothing more than that. He doesnt hate PDA per say but he doesnt initiate it since he has to hold up his "reputation"

Dates are usually spent in places where he thinks is safe. Trust me the last thing he needs is being crashed at especially on dates; either some quiet part of gotham where its either a ghost town or a cat cafe that you both could enjoy and how cats swarmed you like an army of fur and claws since you may or may not have sprayed catnip on yourself so that cats would come near you 🫣(pls tell me Im not the only one who's done that😭)

Him as a boyfriend is sweet, slow. Like a burning amber scorching the path of your skin, his way of loving is silent. More than he could ever speak but his words hold weight as much as any promise a man could make, lingering glances and the weight of his hand either on your lower back or hand a bit too long.

To him he was being obvious how smitten he truly is, he doesnt care about what anyone has to say about it either. Not even the teasing taunts of his brothers when they caught you two on a date, your in your best attire, a soft dopey smile on your face as his eyes softened at the slightest bit.

You practically marked him with your body glitter with just the slightest touch, to you it comes off as too possessive and a little jealous. Because you are jealous and possessive but there is no way you'd admit that to him! Besides, he was the one supposed to be jealous and possessive and he does that openly but silently at the same time.

His gifts are thoughtful and well thought of; your purse tore because some mugger stole it? Boom! He bought you a custom pink and light green bag(why green? It reminds him of the two of you, being the pink to his green. Very corny I know and I just thought of it bc why not🤷).

He would rather rip his limbs of then EVER admit he is a sappy romantic, a little crazy sappy romantic that would follow you home as robin randomly since he doesnt want you to get hurt by some mugger or something.

It wasnt uncommon that you'd find random notes/reminders ranging from "you should eat beloved." Or "coffee since you look tired." And there is your favorite ice coffee he had seen you drink once.

Of course they were all innocent and meant well, but he should really stop breaking into your house to remind you. But at least he locked the door when going out.

You know how I mentioned that he doesnt openly display PDA? Yeah he is a whole lot clingier when its just the two of you. Either laying on his room or yours, which either he prefers. He may or may not sometimes stalk your socials whenever you make a new post; either food, getting your nails done, a new pallet which he probably bought.

Though it takes sometime till he is going to spoil you, either date a year or two and then he will probably start to open up with his more open acts of love

ACTS OF SERVICE AND GIFT GIVING!! you cannot tell that this man doesnt appreciate if you obey him or serve him in a way, it never has to be extravagant just handing him whatever he needs. Since lets be real you carry random shit in that bag since you might need it. He wants to draw but he doesnt have a drawing book? Your pulling it out from a random pocket of the purse he bought(if your an artist or not). He has a sore throat from yapping to much? You have orange flavoured cough drops.

I really need to calm down on the damian fanfic stuff since it will be an aneurysm that will stop me😔

Anyways here is a song I think would fit your love life well with him:⁠-⁠)

[kissme-suguru]

Baby Daddy! Toji Headcannons

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SFW & NSFW, MDNI, slight smut, strangers to lovers, non curse au, modern au, fluff, Toji is still broke (lil struggle dates), unprotected sex, slight baby trapping, pregnancy, body appreciation, lactation kink, reader is Megumi's mom

A/N: First piece to introduce my blog!! Honestly this was lowkey inspired by Baby By Me by 50 Cent cause tiktok keeps it in my head with the edits. Let's pretend Toji is a present father...

BD!Toji who you bumped into outside a convivence store late one night while he was on the phone with Shiu, seconds away from cursing you out but couldn't help and notice how pretty you were.

BD!Toji who tries to act nonchalant and hide his smirk when you give him your number after talking for a bit.

BD!Toji who texts you a few days later inviting you to his small apartment for your first date and orders pizza. He feels his feelings start to grow when you show no judgement of non-luxurious lifestyle.

BD!Toji who still tries to impress you with little things despite not having stacks of cash to spoil you with. Whenever he did have extra spending cash he would get you something nice to remind you he cares, brushing off your concerns about the price. "Don't worry about it, doll. You like it right? Then that's all that matters."

BD!Toji who practically lives at your apartment since he's there all the time, keeping clothes, shoes and other essentials he was too lazy to go back to his place and get.

BD!Toji who's so charismatic he manages to hit raw on the first time you have sex, claiming you inside and out as the his name rolls off your tongue while he fucks you from behind.

BD!Toji who isn't used to commitment but only fucks you. He had grown so used to the feeling of you wrapped around him and he sure as hell wasn't planning on letting you go. The two of you ending up moving in together after you questioned what you were. "You're mine. Simple as that, doll."

BD!Toji who can't help but smirk slightly when you announce your pregnancy in a panicked state, finding your nervous emotions about his reaction endearing. His arms wrap around your small frame and pull you into his chest to show you how he felt without saying much. "Calm that pretty head of yours, babe. Don't wanna work up our baby."

BD!Toji who becomes even more protective over you in your vulnerable state. He makes you walk in front of him in public, an arms length away at all times. And if you thought he was possessive before it's more now that you're carrying his son.

BD!Toji who gets in the habit of calling you mama.

BD!Toji who takes pride in seeing your body change and grow as you get further into your pregnancy. The sight of your full breasts never failing to draw his attention, often coming up behind you to just squeeze your plump tits through your shirt. When you finally manage to give into his begging he wastes no time attaching his lips to your swollen nipples and tasting the sweet essence coming from your breasts, watching you try to keep your composure. "You like that, mama? I feel you grinding against my thigh like a needy little thing."

BD!Toji who starts taking any job he can get in order to provide for his soon to be family, making sure you two have all the necessary things for the arrival of your son.

BD!Toji who doesn't really know how to help you during the birth but tries his best to make you feel comfortable and give you encouraging praises. Once the soft cries of Megumi echo through the room all the nerves leave his body and he can't take his eyes off him, noticing how much he takes after him already.

BD!Toji who's enjoys watching you preform your motherly duties no matter how small. Looking at you nurturing and loving his son was enough to make his tough shell crack every time.

BD!Toji who you wouldn't expect to go all out when it came to being a dad but did. He would carry Megumi in his strong arms often and always checking on him.

BD!Toji who has to fight off the ladies whenever he's out alone with Megumi. Of course he was a natural flirt but never letting women get ahead of themselves telling them immediately that he has you.

BD!Toji who after dealing with him for a couple years and seeing you care for his son saves up enough money to buy you a nice ring to propose with, wanting you to be his officially for life.

BD!Toji who hates to admit it but he loves being a dad. He takes pride in his son and enjoys watching him grow, raising him better than how he was. Megumi having his father's attitude and smart whit as a child which manages to get him in tiny (jokey) arguments with his dad. that you can't help but laugh at.

"Watch your mouth, brat before I punt you across the room."

"Oh yeah? Try it old man, see if you can even lift your leg up with your stiff joints."

[citruslullabies]

OMG. I SAW UR CURLY HEADCANONS AND I TOUGHT THEY WERE AMAZING!! COULD U MAYBE DO THE SAME THING BUT WITH DAISUKE?? :O

Coming right up hon!

Daisuke Mouthwashing headcannons

Romantic

Pre-crash Daisuke:

He's a silly guy

Constantly cracking jokes, trying to make you laugh

People wouldn't know if you two were dating or just best friends if it weren't for the fact he's a puppy dog with you

Following you around whenever he can, looking at you for praise whenever he can

It's kind of like the meme "no, I'm not calling you good boy. That mission was shit."

..other than he is a good boy so call him such

And boy does he love PDA

Well, not really

He just loves affection, public or private

I like to think he's just a bit more silly in public

Kisses your cheek and makes an over exaggerated pop whenever he pulls away

Daisuke was hanging out with Swansea, goofing off as usual. But he saw you in the corner of his eye and without a second thought, ran to you and practically pounced. Before you could get anything but a giggle in, he pressed his lips to your cheek and kissed you with a loud pop!

He's not really a petname sort of person either

It's mostly funny nicknames for him

He will call you his grumpasaur when you're grumpy first thing in the morning. I don't make the rules.

Post-crash Daisuke:

For awhile, he still acts the same. But his personality is a little watered down, y'know?

He's stressed and scared after what happened

But he tries not to let that get him down!

Although he is more clingy, more scared of letting go of you. One accident already happened and almost wiped their captain out, what if you were next?

He didn't want to think about that

It made him nauseated to think about

And eventually well.. he crawled through that vent to get to Anya

And he got severely injured. You couldn't bear to see him like that

You most likely died soon before, trying to keep Swansea from killing Daisuke

Begging and pleading that there had to be some other way

But it didn't work out in anyone's favor

Platonic

Pre-crash Daisuke:

You guys are super duper close!!

Lots of jokes and pranks on the other crew members

Constantly goofing off whenever you can

Not too affectionate.. the occasional hug here and there. But besides that it's all fun and games

He has definitely drawn on your face before while you slept

I'm sorry. I don't make the rules. He would definitely make an attempt at drawing a flower on your cheek and it look like a penis

He'd still giggle about it though.. maybe it wasn't an accident

He has definitely (jokingly and lovingly) made fun of Swansea

Just standing up and trying to mimic his mannerisms while you're laughing

..yeah, too bad Swansea was in at that very moment

"look at me, I'm Swansea! I'm a big smelly engineer!" Daisuke said in a forcefully deeper voice, making you laugh as he held his arms out in front of him as if to mimic toting a stomach around. Swansea in question could only look unamused as he cleared his throat, making you both stop in your tracks. Oh if looks could kill.

But yeah you guys have a purely goofy relationship

Post-crash Daisuke:

It's the exact same as the romantic, but the difference is, he tries to convince you to go into the vent with him. He wants to get Anya and doesn't want to be alone

But you of course refused, stating it wasn't safe but did he listen?

No

In fact he continued on to the vent and got himself injured

You gave him the 'i told you so' look but.. you felt really bad when looking at your friend. He was in bad shape.

And so you died a similar way

The only big difference is, you died after discovering him

Thanks for requesting!

[midgarangel]

ꗃ leave them on | Sephiroth 🪽

summary: sephiroth comes home and needs you more than anything.

contents: nsfw! sephiroth x fem reader, late night n lazy but soft, kinda messy, needy and greedy lol, he literally can’t do anything else once he gets home besides being with you.

words: 724

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Exhausted after a long day of training and difficult missions, Sephiroth just desperately wants to be in your arms. After walking in, he curls up with you as you read your book. Head nuzzling into your lap.

Your hand cards through his hair idly, nails softly scraping across his scalp so casually. His hair was still so perfect after a long day you were often dumbfounded. Playing with it could've lulled him to sleep if he wasn't so desperate for you.

“Do you have a bookmark angel?”

You nodded.

He pressed soft kisses to your thighs, practically burying his face between them until you shift enough to give him room.

“Missed you. A lot. He says in between kisses.

“Missed you more.” You respond while watching him. You spent all day wondering if he was ok.

His gentle kisses to the soft flesh of your thighs turn messier, more intent, with purpose until he's straight up mouthing at your skin. His teeth nip at the soft skin there until your legs open up even more, the scent of you, the heat of you overwhelming him until his face is just buried right in between your thighs.

Not even bothering with your shorts. His hands knead at your thighs, lazily mouthing at your shorts until they're all sopping wet. It’s so much because it's just not enough.

“Seph wait let me take them-“

“Don’t bother..”

He’s just so lost in it. Before you can protest, his mouth is on you, eyes closed, humming and huffing each time your nails scratch his scalp or he draws another little moan from you. You reach down and tug on his hair, suddenly feeling too shy to make eye contact.

He groans into you, making you even more aware of how starved he is. He sits up a bit and slides your shorts and panties to the side, taking in how pretty you look in this state.

“These are my favorite.” He watches for your reaction as his finger drags up and down your slit making you squirm.

“Can you kiss me?” You beckon him to you, feeling his lips on yours in an instant. Both of you moaning into the kiss as he still plays with you below.

He shuffled down, lips making contact with the skin of your stomach. He leaves a fluttering of kisses there, licking a stripe up your centre, tongue momentarily inserting itself into your belly button. 

“Sephiroth..” you whisper, hand on his cheeks, reaching up slowly so you could gently grasp his hair. He kisses the inside of your palm, letting out a soft laugh.

“needy baby…” He coos. Then the feeling of his breath against your most sensitive area causes your body to jolt forward.

His tongue trails down to your folds as it settles on your entrance. His free hand spreading you open for him to fuck.

He places a kiss on your clit again, making you shut your eyes. Taking a sharp intake of breath, your hole clenches around nothing. Making him smile and bite his lips.

"So greedy too..." he muttered before licking a long stripe up. His voice was so soft yet deep. If he could shove his face in you and not be able to breathe, he'll happily take that. Till his lips are numb and face drenched with spit and your arousal.

“Only for you. Always.” You said muffled with your own fingers in your mouth.

You opened your eyes hazily as you looked down at him. His eyes were closed. The room filled with the sinful noises of slurping, whines and muffled moans. He’s lapping at you eagerly.

You don’t even realize he’s rutting into the couch. He’s ridden out the best orgasms that way, creaming in his already-sodden boxers whenever this would happen.

“I-i’m close..” your back arches up off of the couch as your entire body jolts with pleasure.

You swear you black out for a second. Sephiroth taking great pleasure in the way your lashes flutter and your eyes roll back, he falls apart right after you do.

Not a drop from you goes to waste. He’s still moaning against you when your own whimpers die down. A firm kiss is placed against your inner thigh before he rises back up your body to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You want him to kiss you again and he does.

“Thank you angel.”

He lays his head on your chest and listens to your heartbeat, drifting off into a deep sleep.

—

hoping to put out a longer fic soon! xx <3

[nighttimealone]

This is the competitive cheer ask yes the whole older bf idea has me eating it upppp.

Cw: Nsfw, spicy smut

(Older bf!König x competitive cheerleader, afab!reader, König’s around early 40s and reader’s around early 20s)

When König’s on leave, he always arrives at the gym where you’re practicing, standing outside and watching you through the window. He’s always amazed by your stamina and strength, how gracefully you are when you pull off those tumblings and stunts, the curves of your body and the muscles stretching during you executing the stunts are so fascinating. Your teammates are around you, training along with you as you all learning the new stunt for the next competition. Yet his eyes only focus on you, glued to your silhouette, sharp gaze piercing through the people and looking at you.

You’re so precious, not like him—wounded and scarred from battles and wars, painted in blood and become broken from all the evil from his line of work. The energy of youngsters and the pristine beauty radiating from you, keep drawing him closer until he’s unable to imagine a life without you now. yet, he sometimes questions why you choose him, why you’re attracted to him—much older and plain—other than your enthusiastic teammates or college classmates.

“König!” Your voice snaps him out of his trance of contemplating. He has to hold back a groan when he looks down at you, cheeks flushed from exertion, thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin that’s exposed from your sports bra and yoga shorts. He watches the drop slide down one of your thigh. You’re still standing in front of him, unaware of how much he wants to chase it with his tongue, wants to worship that perfect body of yours for hours—right now, right now.

“Hey, König, you alright?” Oh shit, he too indulged in the filthy fantasies that he forgets he literally outside of a gym, his giant stature draws the attentions of the students passing by.

“Ja, ja…sorry, liebing.” The sudden realization of others’ eyes makes him a bit uncomfortable, so he quickly engulfs your hand in his huge one, leading you towards his car quickly.

He insists on picking you up whenever he can, not only for the chance to see you shine in your element, but also—showing those perverts that you’re HIS. Hell, König hates those idiots who thought they can have a chance with you so much, has to resist the urge to pinch their eyes when their gaze travel across your body in such lewd intention. He shield you from all those nasty stares with his huge torso, threatening them with his intimidating auras. But he’s trying to get you on his car as fast as possible, not only because that the only one who can see you in this enticing state is him, but also he doesn’t want to form a boner in public.

The drive to home is quick, with your words filling the silence most of the time and him pops up some replies, just like how you usually are during the drive.

He’s more than grateful for your flexibility, a perk of your cheerleading ability. One of your legs are pressed back against you chest, with another on the floor and shaking from how he pins you against the wall the moment you two step into the house, and soon he squeezed his fat tip through the little entrance of yours after eating you out as preparation. He ignores your concern and embarrassment. “Wait, wait! König, I just finished training and haven’t showered!” Your words are cut off when he shoves his tongue against your pussy, kneeling between your legs with his palms pushing you back against the wall, so you won’t deny him the sweetness dripping out your pretty cunny. There’s no way he can wait until you finish showering, a bit of sweat is like nothing to him, not to say it’s yours. He laps up every juices, the tip of his tongue glide through each folds so no drops can escape his relentless tongue. Now his cock drives into you in a ferocious pace, so sloppy that your juices are spilling over every surface nearby, and the position allows him to thrust his already huge cock deeper, kissing your cervix with the red tip and grinding all the spots with the veins on his shaft, till all you can remember is his name screaming out of your kiss-swollen lips. “Shh, Süßer, give me another one, ja?” When the leg supporting your body finally gives up, becoming a moaning and quivering mess, he’ll pick you up while still standing, manhandling you into a full nelson, earning yourself a “braves Mädchen” from him when your flexibility makes him put you in the position so easily, then sink that thick dick lubed nicely with your nectar and cum back inside your pussy.

One day, he finally has the time to go watch you compete with your team, but probably not a very good idea, cause one look at you in that tight cheerleading uniform already has the blood shooting downward to his cock, and although he’s infatuated by your performance like always, having to watch others hands touching you even though they’re just doing their job and without a bit of inappropriate thoughts, still riles him up so much.

So when you finally get off the podium with your teammates, ready to change back to your casual outfits, his hand shoot out from the shadow, grabbing your wrist and reassuring you quickly that it’s just him when you almost scream out. You’re able to see König’s already having a tent in his sweatpants when he impatiently dragging you to an abandoned locker room he found, and he takes no time to get you nice and wet, readied to take his cock in that tight and warm heaven. Got you brace yourself on the lockers and back arching, presenting your fine ass wrapped in that tight shorts of your uniform, tits bouncing in the air with your uniform top pushed up to reveal those soft breasts. “meins, alles meins…alles meins…!” König growls beside your ear, chest right against your rear as he pounding into you, desperately trying to relieve the pent-up desire and jealousy, hands on your hips sliding across your body and kneading whatever part of you is under his touch, covering and replacing others’ touch with his. All you can do is hoping no one stumble across this locker room, while your eyes roll back and drooling in immense pleasure, crying pleas and his name and squirting on the floor.

note: I’m not an athletic person but I’m into gymnastics so I’ve been watching gymnastics and some cheerleading videos for a while, sorry if there are inaccuracies, and feel free to comment or tell me via ask box for opinions etc., thanks.

[just1cefor4ll]

I recently got into School bus graveyard and I COMPLETELY understand the hype, idk if im the only who does this... but literally the moment I was done I went to tumblr for fics, but there's like none?? So maybe some dating headcanons for the group!! ^^

Dating Headcanons for the sbg characters

Ashlyn Banner

best person to have a lazy day with tbh

i swear yall would be like “should we go out today” look at each other for 5 seconds and say “nah”

she would teach you some gymnastics and laugh when your just lying there complaining how you aren’t flexible

probably is more of a person that gives you gifts, or gives you a hug in stead of comforting you with words

she would be a bit awkward at first probably

also I don’t think she likes excessive physical touch cuz red confirmed that Ashlyn is autistic but when she gets used to you she would be okay with it but still, don’t go too hard on her

you let her play/stim with your fingers

you’re always there for her when she gets overwhelmed and she loves you so much for that

doesn’t call you that many nicknames probably a short version of your name but if your name is already short then probably just love or babe

if you speak another language she would definitely wanna know some words or learn with you

if it’s your mother language then she would be like “omg how was [your country] like!”

probably is a nerd in some sort of way

anyway probably a great girlfriend to have but only if you aren’t the type to be really really and I mean REALLY extroverted

Taylor Hernández

this girl is such a cutie!!

would plan dates, sleepovers, night outs..

drawing/picnic dates are a must

watching the sunset or sunrise together on the rooftop

calls you cute nicknames like sunshine, mi vida, sugar and that kind of stuff

is very affectionate

cuddles !!

shes the little spoon probably but if you’re feeling down then she will gladly be the big spoon

you would definitely braid her hair if you know how, if you don’t know then there’s another idea for a date! teaching you how to braid hair!

probably isn’t even that awkward at first probably a little bit shy but gets pretty confident later on

the best partner to have if you’re insecure

makes your insecurities disappear in a heartbeat

overall a 11/10 girlfriend !! we love taylor :D

Tyler Hernández

he is probably a tsundere tbh

acting like he doesn’t care but when you are alone he babies you sm

no matter if your bigger then him, stronger, smaller, it doesn’t matter, he babies you no matter what

don’t let the others know tho

isn’t afraid to show you off like girl bffr

holds your hand, has his hand on your waist, kisses you on the forehead, cheek or lips before class starts (even if you are in the same class)

uses nicknames like mi amor, mi reina/mi rey, baby ect.

nicknames with him are endless

movie night is a must

probably would take you to his baseball practice

has a separate album for you only

everyone in the group can tell he’s love sick like he looks at you with heart eyes

a jealous type probably

would beat up anyone and everyone who looks at you the wrong way

he’s probably touch starved and he hides his feelings from you because he just prioritises you over anything

you gotta full on force him to tell you what’s wrong but after a while he opens up to you normally

a 100/10 boyfriend the poor boys been through too much

Logan Fields

gardening dates!!

gives you flowers when you’re sad or just whenever to make your day!

stargazing dates

yapps your ear off about astrology (you let him tho)

calls you nicknames like bunny, hun, love

gives you honest opinions on everything

regrets his choices when you get grumpy afterwards

makes it up to you by cuddling you or kissing your whole face

introduces you to his grandparents

they approved of course because they just trust that he can pick himself a good s/o

hugs from behind!!

reads you a book when you can’t sleep

helps you with your work but doesn’t do it for you (Barron trauma)

best person to seek when you want comfort and or advice

gives you honest advice so if you were in the wrong expect him to tell you lmao

if you listen to music on vinyls or CDs then definitely brings you to a music shop and he will spoil you rotten

loves listening to your music taste no matter what genre it is he just wants to bond with you

he’s such an adorable and amazing boyfriend it mealts my heart !! :D

Aiden Clark

be prepared to patch this boy up every single second of the day

and also getting him out of trouble every single day

he is a wild one for sure

doesn’t mean he’s a bad boyfriend

loves showing you things he learned on his skateboard and he tries to teach you

does that thing where he holds your hands while your on the skateboard, tells you to jump and flips the board for you

that tik tok kind of shi

while on the topic of tik tok, does every silly couple tik tok trend with you lmao

yapps your ear of all day every day

not the best person to ask for advice from but he will hold you until you feel better!

best cuddle buddy

and hug buddy

if you don’t like physical touch then idk if you could have a relationship with him, he will CLING to you as if his life depended on it

loves it when you play with his hair

makes a playlist for you two

calls you nicknames like rockstar, doll, my love, bae, babe

definitely has you saved as “future wife🤭❤️” or “the mother of my kids🥵���”

he be weird like that

loves to have you in his lap

idk he probably likes you ass sm, not in a sexual way but just lays on it, smacks it, squishes it..

only in private tho

honestly a pretty good boyfriend but he’s more of like your child then boyfriend

Ben Clark

a chill one for sure

hugs, holding hands are a must

listening to music through his headphones how he did with Taylor in that one episode

jealousy scale is um pretty high

you gotta reassure this boy because he’s just scared of loosing you

would fr fight 100 people at once for you if you asked him to

whenever he gets angry, you’re there for him when Aiden can’t and he appreciates that

loves it when you hold his hand and rub circles on the back of it

forehead kisses >>

probably doesn’t give you that many nicknames since he doesn’t speak, either a short version of your name, bae or hun

the best listener ever (not because he doesn’t speak)

when you start to yap and just talk about the most random things he has your back against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder

very chill and overall good boyfriend

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INCLUDES | Yuji, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Toge, Yuta

READER | G/n

WORD COUNT | 0.5k (about 70 per character)

GENRE | Fluff, Headcanons

WARNINGS | Dirty jokes mention.

A/N | I hadn't noticed how long it had been since I last uploaded anything Jjk related.

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Yuji

Yuji is an absolute sweetheart, he loves showering his partner with compliments and affection so they are aware just how incredible and meaningful they are. He knows his limits and is absolutely willing to surpass them if it means protecting his partner from any harm. He would be a bit obnoxious and maybe a little annoying at times, but he doesn't mind going shopping or doing other activities that you may enjoy.

Nanami

I genuinely think Nanami would be a pretty good partner. I think he would be a respectfully mature boyfriend/husband who would be affectionate at times and kiss you when stress gets the better of him. I think his partner would be his escape from the world and job, so he would treasure the time he gets to wrap his s/o around his arms and simply rest in safety and assurance.

Geto

Geto is an absolute tease, he would mock his partner because that's his love language. However, he will always assure no one makes you uncomfortable (and if someone does then we pray for that person). He will always be sure to let others know their boundaries whenever it comes to you, never letting someone take a step to close. When you feel upset, he will sit down and always listen to you.

Sukuna

Again, Sukuna is a tease and enjoys mocking his partner because that's his love language. Sukuna tends to be a bit more romantic with his teasing, often hitting you with things like “you know you love me” or the good old “Relax princess/prince.” He will sometimes (often) sneak in some dirty jokes. There's nothing he loves more than taking the initiative and seeing your flustered face whenever he gets the opportunity.

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Toge

I think the reason Toge is here is obvious, due to his cursed speech, he is unable to speak his sentiments in a genuine manner. So I believe he'd like whenever you show small actions of care or interest towards him: things like brushing his hair, cupping his cheeks, kissing him on the forehead or cheek are all things he adores. He doesn't need much; he's content with small actions of affection.

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Megumi

Fushiguro has been rightfully depicted as the “perfect man” of Jjk, so therefore he lands a spot here. He isn't a very physically affectionate partner, but he always shows he cares by listening to you attentively and assuring you with words of affirmation or advice if that's what you wish; in addition, he is very protective over his partner. I think he'd relatively enjoy whenever you take the initiative to kiss or hug him.

Gojo

Gojo can be a pretty immature person, so I think he'd be the type to show off his partner: introducing them as the great Gojo’s wife/husband, etc. Gojo would like giving compliments, but he'd also like receiving them to increase his ego. I think he'd constantly buy gifts for his partner and spoil them despite you asking him not to, but of course he likes whenever you stand up and kiss him or give him small words of encouragement.

Yuta

Yuta is another sweetheart of the series, so I think he'd always make sure to spend his time to the fullest whenever he's with you. He is constantly gone on overseas missions, so therefore, his time with you is limited. He'd spend that limited time with you and treasure it, whether it's by practice, or lunch. Picnics are common and he adores them, or other small things like drawing competitions. He doesn't care as long as you both are having fun.