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updated: 17.03.2025

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☆ Choi Su-Bong/Thanos x reader - Lights out ☆ Mohawk Mark x fem! reader (part 3, smut)

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part one

a/n: ughhh, it took me so long…. i decided to split this part in two, so y’all have to wait a bit for part three (sorry💔)

You lowered your flames, panting from the intensity of the fight. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood face-to-face with him, waiting to see what he'd do next. Then, before you could even think it through — you kissed him.

You didn’t know why you did it. You hated him. You wanted to hate him. After him being such a jerk, you should’ve been focused on knocking him out cold. But somehow, your body had different plans. Before you could stop yourself, you were crashing your lips against his, rough and desperate.

Mohawk Mark's eyes widened in shock. For a second, he froze — caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. But then, to your surprise, he kissed you back. His tongue pushing between your lips, seeking entrance. His grip on you loosened slightly as he leaned in, responding with just as much fire.

After a while, he pulled away, his breath ragged, his expression twisted in frustration and something else he couldn’t quite place.

"What... the hell was that?" he rasped, his voice low and rough.

"Just shut your fucking mouth already." you spit out, then continue claiming his lips with raw intensity.

Mohawk Mark let out a startled grunt, his fingers dug into your hips, his breath hitching as you pressed closer.

"Uh... what the hell is happening?" Mainstream Mark's voice broke through, sounding completely bewildered.

Robot stood beside him, tilting his head slightly, observing the scene with calculated detachment.

"I believe this is... not our concern," Robot stated flatly.

"Not our—?!" Mainstream Mark's voice jumped an octave. "Are you seriously suggesting we just leave her with—" He gestured wildly in your direction. "—him?!"

"Yes," Robot interrupted, turning on his heel without hesitation. "This is clearly... personal. Continuing to interfere would be inefficient."

"But—!" Mainstream Mark tried to protest, his gaze flicking between you and Mohawk Mark.

"Let’s go," Robot repeated firmly, already walking away.

You felt yourself losing your breath. You made an attempt to separate his lips from yours, but Mark was persistently, still at an aggressive pace, making out with you.

You tried to push him, somehow hit him, but it apparently only turned him on more. He grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the wall. Your arms slammed against the cold surface with a dull thud.

Realizing you had no chance of escaping, you bit his lower lip so hard that it started to bleed. Only then did he finally pull away.

Mark hissed as he felt the sting. “Fucking bitch.” He laughed in amusement, then licked the blood that ran down his chin.

He let go of your wrists. But you weren't free for long. With incredible speed, he grabbed you by the neck.

“How do I unzip this?” his other hand traveled up your thighs to your hips, searching for something like a clasp or zipper on your costume.

Your hands desperately tugged at his hand around your neck to get out of his grip. You tried to heat up your neck, your whole body, but the fight to stay conscious was limiting your powers and you couldn't use them properly.

Mark easily overpowered you, after all he’s In- [title card]. Anyway, he seemed like he doesn’t give a shit about some burns right now.

“Ah, fuck it” without hesitation, he tore open the lower half of your suit with a pleased grin.

A sudden breeze brushed against your thighs, causing you to shiver as you gasped desperately for air.

He pushed your panties to the side, slightly brushing his fingers against your folds in the process. Leaving them covered in your juices.

Despite almost being choked to death, the short contact was enough to made u desperate for more. Already missing him between your legs.

He looked at you with mock disbelief. “This kind of shit excites you?” he snickered, leaving u embarrassed by his blunt statement.

He shoved his middle and index finger into ur mouth, making you taste your arousal. The suddenness of it, made u gag.

His action was enough to bring you to your senses. You sank your teeth into his fingers. There was a sickening crack beneath your bite.

Stepping back, he finally let go of you. “The hell?” he looked down at his broken fingers, not expecting such a move from you. The way you were making it difficult, amused him.

You rubbed your neck, trying to steady your breathing, which felt heavy and strained after the suffocating grip. The familiar weight of tension was finally starting to lift.

Taking a deep breath, you seized the moment, pushing Mark down, pinning him against the ground with newfound confidence. His body tensed beneath you in surprise, but he didn’t resist.

“Finally keeping up with me, huh?” he smirked, his voice low and teasing.

a/n: just watched new episode and gawd damn. dare i say mohawk mark is kinda….. btw fic is inspired by @/ErisCreed cai bot!!

synopsis: (You have fire based powers) You decided to join Robot and Main Stream Mark on a mission to rescue Angstrom Levy in Mohawk Mark's dimension. Upon arrival, y’all were mistaken for Thragg's allies and taken to Mohawk Mark's chambers.

To your and Mark's surprise, Mohawk Mark was sitting among scantily clad sex workers. Some of them resembled you and Atom Eve — except only the ones resembling Eve had anything covering their intimate parts. The ones that looked like you? ...Not so much.

Mainstream Mark shifted uncomfortably and instinctively stepped in front of you. Despite the uneasy feeling bubbling inside you, you kept a stoic expression.

When Mohawk Mark noticed you, his smirk faltered.

"What's all this?" Mainstream Mark asked, his tone firm.

Mohawk Mark paused before answering. "Oh, them? They keep me company. She died in my dimension." His voice dropped slightly as he mentioned Eve. "Gets a bit lonely."

Mainstream Mark pushed further. "And what about Y/N?"

The grin faded from Mohawk Mark's face. He shifted in his seat, then locked eyes with you.

"Tch," he scoffed. "She rejected me, so I killed her." His tone was casual, as if talking about taking out the trash. "Those girls in my chambers? They're just a reminder of what should have been."

His smile returned as he stood and reached for you.

"But it still can."

Before he could touch you, Mainstream Mark grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Not happening," Mark said coldly.

Mohawk Mark yanked his arm away with a sneer.

"That's disgusting," you muttered, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. A knot twisted in your stomach — a mix of anger, disbelief, and unease.

Mohawk Mark shot you a sideways glance, irritation flashing in his eyes. He took a slow breath in and out before responding.

"Disgusting? No. A shame? Yes." He paused, his gaze flicking between you and Mainstream Mark. "She had incredible abilities, and we worked well together. But she refused to accept her place by my side."

His eyes narrowed as he stared at you.

You raised an eyebrow, sizing him up. "So you killed her because you couldn’t handle rejection? That's pathetic."

Mohawk Mark's expression soured. His fists clenched at his sides as he forced himself to keep calm.

"You think I couldn't handle rejection?" His voice was cold now, low and threatening. "You have no idea what kind of power I hold."

He stepped closer, towering over you.

"I didn’t kill her just because she rejected me. I killed her because she was an ungrateful wretch who didn’t know her place. I did her a favor."

"Oh yeah, he's insane," you muttered to Mainstream Mark.

Mohawk Mark's expression darkened.

"Insolent little brat," he growled.

He shot a glance back at your look-alikes, then smirked.

"Still," he said smugly, "I have to admit — you do look pretty sexy. Though I prefer the real thing over knock-offs."

"Was that... an attempt at flirting?" You tilted your head, smirking in disbelief.

Mohawk Mark chuckled.

"More like a tease," he said, flashing a cocky grin. "I don’t need to flirt. Women throw themselves at my feet."

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes.

"What's wrong?" Mohawk Mark sneered. "Can't handle a bit of honesty?"

He stepped closer, his eyes dragging lazily over your figure. His smug grin widened.

"You piss me off, you know that?" you shot back. "I’m this close to punching you in the face."

Mohawk Mark laughed, low and condescending.

"Oh, really?" His grin sharpened. "I'm so scared."

He took another step, now standing directly in front of you.

"Go on then," he taunted. "Hit me. I'll give you a free shot."

Your jaw clenched. Without hesitation, you heated your hand and struck him hard across the face.

Mohawk Mark stumbled back, a surprised cry escaping him as he clutched his cheek.

"You little—" He winced, fingers pressing against his reddened skin. His eyes flickered with both anger and... respect?

"Want more?" you asked, your hands igniting once again.

Mohawk Mark grunted, still holding his cheek. He eyed your burning hands warily but tried to keep his smug tone.

"Tch, don't get cocky," he spat. "You just got lucky."

"Oh really? Let's test that theory." You stepped forward, flames dancing across your arms.

Mainstream Mark grabbed your wrist before you could lunge.

"Whoa, hold on," he urged. "Let's not escalate things further."

"Fuck off, Mark." you snapped, yanking your arm free from his grip. Flames flickered across your skin as your frustration boiled over.

Mainstream Mark stared at you for a moment, unsure of what to say. Before he could respond, Robot leaned in beside him, speaking low but firm.

"I told you we shouldn’t have brought her," Robot muttered. His gaze lingered on you, watching the flames dance across your form. "Her temper’s too unpredictable for this mission."

Mainstream Mark shot Robot an annoyed look but nodded.

"Yeah, I should have foreseen it" he said, turning back to you. "We’re here for a reason, remember?"

"Didn’t I tell you to fuck off, Mark?" you snapped before charging at Mohawk Mark.

Mainstream Mark sighed in frustration.

"Bring it, hot stuff," Mohawk Mark taunted as you lunged.

He barely dodged your first strike, laughing smugly as if the whole thing amused him.

"Feisty, huh?" he taunted, dodging another swipe. "Let's see how long you can keep this up.”

The two of you clashed in a blur of fire and fists. Mohawk Mark’s strength was undeniable, and though you landed a few solid hits, he was starting to overpower you. Flames erupted across the room as your attacks became wilder, some striking the walls and furniture.

"Dammit!" Mainstream Mark shouted as he rushed to extinguish one of the spreading fires. Robot moved quickly as well, releasing a small drone that sprayed foam across the flames.

"Y/N, stop!" Mainstream Mark yelled, dodging past a burning couch to get to you.

"You're going to burn the whole place down!" Robot snapped as he worked to contain the growing fire.

"I’ve got this!" you barked back, still focused on Mohawk Mark.

"Clearly, you don’t!" Mainstream Mark shot back, then lunged forward to grab your arm again. But this time, Mohawk Mark took advantage of the distraction — he dodged your punch, then grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you against the wall, pinning you in place.

"Looks like I've caught myself a feisty little thing," he sneered, his face only inches from yours. His grip tightened, heat radiating off your skin.

"Now, what should I do with you?"

photo of my kitty being silly goober while sleeping as an apology. ദ്ദി •⩊• )

part one part three

Se-mi x fem! reader (NSFW)

synopsis: dom Se-mi; sub reader; Se-mi fingering reader; teasing, praising, receiving from Se-mi; risky, kind of public??, sex;

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Se-mi tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes locking onto yours, and you realized with a jolt just how close she was. The space between you felt almost nonexistent, her breath faint against your skin. You could see every detail of her face—the curve of her lips, the delicate arch of her brow, and the way her lashes cast soft shadows against her cheeks.

Her gaze flicked to your lips for the briefest of moments before returning to your eyes. It was such a subtle motion, but you caught it. Your heartbeat quickened. As if on cue, the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Neither of you moved, not even an inch. You didn’t want to pull away. If anything, the dark seemed to draw you closer, the air between you thick with tension and unspoken desire.

You were completely captivated by her. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to close the distance, to bridge the gap and claim the moment. The thought consumed you, and just as you wondered if she felt the same, Se-mi leaned in.

Her lips met yours, soft and warm, and your heart leapt into your throat. The kiss was gentle at first, hesitant almost, but you quickly responded, matching her pace. Her lips moved against yours with growing intensity, the kiss deepening as if all the tension between you had finally burst free.

Your hands found their way to the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her soft hair. She shifted, her weight pressing into you as she pinned you down onto the bed, her body aligning with yours. She didn’t break the kiss for even a second, her passion igniting something inside you.

The world around you seemed to disappear, the cold, unwelcoming room replaced by the heat building between you.

You pulled away, gasping softly as her hand drifted to the waistband of your panties. The unexpected touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, a quiet whimper escaping your lips.

“Shhh," Se-mi whispered, her voice low and teasing, "be a good girl and shut that cute little mouth for me, okay?” Her lips curled into a sly smile, her confidence utterly captivating.

You nodded quickly, barely able to process her words through the pounding of your heartbeat. The warmth pooling in your lower stomach became impossible to ignore, each passing second intensifying the sensation. Her fingers slipped under the fabric, brushing against your clit with a featherlight touch.

A soft gasp left your lips as she began to tease you, her movements slow and deliberate, her fingers tracing delicate, almost lazy patterns. “Excited, aren’t we?” she murmured, her quiet chuckle brushing against your ear. Her comment only made your cheeks burn hotter. Your arousal was evident to both of you now, by how your juices clung to her slim fingers.

"Cute," she murmured, her voice low and dripping with amusement, as her fingers slipped inside you with deliberate ease. You were laid out beneath her, your back pressed against the thin mattress of the bunk bed while she hovered above you, her knee braced beside your hip.

Her movements were slow at first, calculated, as if savoring every reaction she drew from you. Her dark eyes locked on your face, taking in every soft whimper, every hitch in your breath. It was clear she enjoyed the effect she had on you, the way she could feel the walls of your pussy tightening around her fingers.

Her free hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, her thumb lingering for a moment on your cheek. "You look so pretty like this," she added, her lips curving into a sly smile, her voice soft yet filled with quiet dominance.

Your breaths grew quicker, though you tried your best to stay quiet. Still, the awareness of the dozens of sleeping players around you made every reaction feel like a risk. The rows of bunk beds offered no privacy.

You knew that if any of the players opened their eyes and glanced in your direction, they’d immediately know what was happening. The thrill of that possibility sent a rush of adrenaline through you, mixing with the pleasure you were already feeling.

"Focus on me," she reminded you, lifting your chin so your eyes met hers. Her voice was quiet but firm, her commanding gaze holding you captive.

You didn’t even have a chance to react before her lips were on yours again, silencing any sound that threatened to escape. The kiss was fierce, demanding, leaving you breathless as her hand continued its work.

Her fingers withdrew from your wetness only to focus on your clit, moving in quick, deliberate circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body. Her movements were urgent now, her intent clear. She wanted to push you over the edge, to claim every ounce of control you had left. The intensity left you squirming beneath her, your hands clutching at her shoulders in a desperate attempt to steady yourself.

Se-mi’s lips drifted away from yours, trailing down to your jawline and then your neck. Her kisses were soft at first, but soon turned into gentle bites, each one sending a shiver down your spine. Her warm breath against your skin made you arch into her touch, her name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“F-fuck... Se-mi…” you breathed, your voice trembling as her teeth grazed your sensitive skin.

She smirked against your neck, clearly enjoying how easily she unraveled you. Her fingers pressed down harder on your clit, her pace quickening. The pressure was perfect—almost too much to handle. Every nerve in your body was on fire, and you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, ready to snap.

"You’re so close, aren’t you?" she teased, her lips brushing against your ear.

You could only nod, barely able to form coherent words. The sounds of the room around you—the faint snores, the creak of metal beds—faded into the background. All you could focus on was her: her touch, her voice, her presence completely overwhelming you.

Se-mi tilted her head to watch your face, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and pride. "Good girl," she whispered, her tone soft but commanding. "Come for me."

Her words, coupled with the relentless pressure of her fingers, sent you spiraling. Your body tensed beneath her, a quiet moan slipping past your lips as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Se-mi didn’t let up, drawing out every second of your release until you were left trembling, your breaths coming in short, uneven gasps.

She finally slowed her movements, her hand coming to rest on your thigh. Her lips found yours again, this time soft and lingering, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. When she pulled away, her smirk was back, her expression full of pride.

"You’re so much fun to play with," she said, her voice low and teasing. She leaned down, her forehead brushing lightly against yours as her fingers gently traced circles on your skin. "But don’t think we’re done just yet."

part two part three

Se-mi x gn! reader

synopsis: Se-mi wants to calm you down :)

A/N: this one is dedicated to my bsf, who’s obsessed with Se-mi

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"Señorita, huh? What an idiot," Se-mi scoffed.

You were both sitting on one of the metal bunk beds crammed into the common room. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and fear, a reminder of how many lives had been lost during the last game. Around you, other players were either huddled in small groups, whispering anxiously, or lying silently on their beds, too drained to speak.

Somehow, you had survived again. And somehow, you had also gained… a new friend? You weren’t entirely sure how it had happened. While you were frantically trying to find a group before the game started, a pretty girl had approached you, her voice calm despite the chaos. "Mind if I join you?" she’d asked, and you had accepted her without even thinking.

Now, as you sat across from her, you couldn’t help but steal glances at her. There was something magnetic about Se-mi. Her sharp features, the way her jet-black hair fell loosely around her face, and those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you—all of it left you in awe.

It makes you couldn’t quite decide if you wanted to be her or be with her. The thought made your stomach churn, and you quickly pushed it aside, unsure if it was the tension of the games or something deeper stirring within you.

"Heeey? Are you even listening to me?" Se-mi waved her hand in front of your face, an amused smile playing on her lips.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you stared at her blankly, struggling to think of how to respond.

Her smirk only deepened as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping slightly. "What’s the matter? Am I making you shy?" she asked, tilting her head with an almost playful curiosity.

You opened your mouth to deny it, but no sound came out. The way her eyes lingered on yours made it impossible to think straight.

Se-mi chuckled softly, leaning back just enough to give you space. "Don’t worry, it’s cute. I like it when you get all flustered like that," she said, her tone as casual as if she were talking about the weather. "But try to keep up, okay? I’d hate to lose an adorable teammate like u”.

“Is she flirting with me?” u thought to yourself. You weren’t sure if you were reading too much into her words or if Se-mi was deliberately toying with you.

"I-I’m not flustered," you finally managed to stammer, but your shaky voice betrayed you completely.

Se-mi raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, and her smirk returned in full force. "Oh, really? Then why are you blushing so much, huh?" She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand as she studied you, her eyes glinting with amusement.

You glanced away, desperate to change the subject, but the way she was looking at you made it impossible to focus on anything else. "I-it's just hot in here," you mumbled, although the cold, unwelcoming air of the common room was anything but.

Se-mi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say," she teased.

"You know, you’re kind of fun to mess with. It’s a good distraction from all this… chaos."

Her words hung in the air for a moment, and you realized that, despite her playful tone, there was a hint of something more in her voice—something softer, almost vulnerable.

Before you could respond, she straightened up, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "Anyway, we should probably figure out what’s next," she said casually, though her gaze lingered on you just a little longer than necessary. "I’m not planning on dying anytime soon, and I’d rather not do it alone. You’ll stick with me, right?"

The question caught you off guard, but there was no denying the warmth in her voice, even if it was buried beneath her usual confidence.

"Yeah," you replied softly, surprising yourself with how certain you sounded. "I’ll stick with you."

Se-mi grinned, satisfied. "Good. You’re smarter than you look, cutie."

A voice echoed from the speakers mounted on the ceilings, announcing that the lights would be turned off in five minutes, signaling the start of nighttime.

Players began retreating to their beds. You noticed a group that had set up some sort of "base," huddled together in one corner and using mattresses as barricades. Were they being paranoid, or did they know something you didn’t?

Could something really happen during the night? The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You glanced around the room, suddenly hyperaware of the tense atmosphere. Whispers filled the air, some players exchanging nervous glances while others silently adjusted their positions, keeping their backs against the walls.

Se-mi seemed unbothered—or at least she hid it well. She stretched her arms lazily before leaning back against the cold metal of the bunk bed.

"You don’t think…" you hesitated, lowering your voice to a whisper, "…someone might try something, do you? Tonight?"

“Hmm…” Se-mi glanced around the room, her eyes briefly scanning the other players.“Nah,” she said at last, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and indifference. “They don’t have the balls to do anything outside the games.”

Her casual dismissal didn’t sit right with you. “Oh, okay,” you mumbled, but the unease in your chest only grew.

You’d seen what these people were capable of. Especially that purple-haired maniac. He was killing people in the games like it was nothing. Even worse he seems to had fun doing it. It made your skin crawl. What was stopping someone like him from doing it again now, in the dark, where there were no rules?

Se-mi must have noticed the way your hands fidgeted nervously, or maybe it was the faraway look in your eyes. “Hey…” she said softly, moving closer to you.

Before you could react, her hand was on your cheek, her touch gentle yet steady, grounding you in the moment. “It’s gonna be okay,” she murmured, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Just stay close to me, alright?”

Her thumb brushed lightly against your skin, and your breath hitched. The simple gesture, so unexpected and tender, made your heart flutter in a way you couldn’t ignore.

For a moment, the tension in the room faded into the background. All you could focus on was her—the warmth of her hand, the way her eyes held yours, and the faint trace of a smile tugging at her lips.

A/N: coming out as Min-su defender (≧ڡ≦*)

• HE’S SUCH A CUTIE WHEN HE’S IN LOVE!!!

• Very quiet and insecure, especially when it comes to emotional matters.

• In a romantic relationship, he’s a bit clumsy at first.

• He often worries about whether he’s expressing his feelings properly.

• Finds it hard to talk about his emotions,

• BUT!!! He shows them through subtle acts of love.

• He remembers little details about you—your favorite color, how you act in certain situations, what makes you happy.

• Holds an umbrella for you when you walk in the rain, his heartbeat quickening with every brush of your shoulder against his.

• The slightest physical touch leaves him flustered.

• It would take him a long time to muster the courage to make physical gestures like holding hands or hugging.

• His low self-esteem sometimes makes him anxious...

• He often doubts whether he’s good enough for you.

• He needs reassurance that you truly love him.

• If you’re sad or tired, he’d do anything to cheer you up—even something that’s hard for him, like opening up about his own feelings.

• He’s such a good listener!

• When something’s troubling you, he knows how to listen and support you without putting pressure on you, even if it takes time.

• He especially treasures simple moments spent together, like walking in the park or quietly reading in the same room.

• Even after being in a relationship with you for a long time, he still blushes when you say something romantic or praise him.

• If he’s the one asking you out, he meticulously plans the date to make sure you’ll enjoy it.

This was your fifth date with Min-su. You weren’t official, but every time you met, your feelings for him grew stronger. His smile made your heart flutter with love. The way he cared about you, always putting your comfort and happiness first. The small, thoughtful gifts—your favorite snacks or trinkets that reminded him of you. How could you not love him?

Now, the two of you were sitting on a park bench, the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows across the ground. The world felt quieter here, like it was just the two of you, sharing a moment stolen from time. A single pair of earbuds connected you as First Love/Late Spring by Mitski played softly, filling the silence with its tender melody. Min-su’s shoulder brushed against yours, a light touch that sent warmth spiraling through your chest. You could feel his gaze on you, warm and lingering, like he was memorizing every detail of this moment. It made your heart skip, a soft heat spreading across your cheeks as you pretended not to notice.

You turned back your attention to the sunset. It was one of the prettiest ones you saw in a while. The sky was almost clear letting the warm colors set in. The cool breeze hit your face, the warmth of your cheeks a contrast to the chill. It was comforting. A moment where you could step away from everything, just breathe, and let the world fade away for a while.

hiya!!!! y’all can call me zozo!! (>؂ •́)ᕗ⊹ ࣪ ˖

first of all… i made this account, bcs i needed alternative from character.ai….. using tumblr makes me believe that i’m not that much of a loser lol

and honestly reading fics is more enjoyable to me

SOOO i never planned to make a blog, i just wanted read fics with my fictional crushes… BUT!!!!

i figured out that as a anon i can be as much unhinged as i want to here. SO I WILL MAKE THE MOST OF IT!!!

due to my current hyperfixation, that is SQUID GAME!!!!! (especially season two rahhhh). ill be yapping here about it for at least a month ヾ(>∇<)ゞ

i’ll be posting:

✮ fics/hcs with my current fictional crushes that is

⋆˙⟡ Kang Dae-ho

⋆˙⟡ Thanos/Choi Su-bong (basic ahh, i know)

i’m only taking requests with them!!

✮ maybe some old man yaoi content… (gi-hun and in-ho…. i know what y’all are)

✮ my thoughts and random yapping abt the show

some random facts about me!!

☆ i’m from Poland kurwa!!

☆ my highest kin is Brett Hand from Inside Job

☆ my mbti is probably either ENFJ or ESFJ

☆ i’m a cosplayer with 6 years of experience

☆ my fav colours are black and red

☆ i LOVE video games with rich story!! my favs are The Walking Dead, Detroit Become Human, The Wolf Among Us

☆ i’m also into Arcane, The Boys, Gen V, Invincible, Hunger Games

☆ i have The Deep body pillow….

☆ i’m homeschooling

☆ i practice shifting realities

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN!!!!!

also first ever post?! it’s a little short, but hope ya enjoy!!

SFW:

• he ADORES physical touch

• touching u at every chance he gets, like even simple hand holding, leaning against u

• HE LOVES IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES FROM U!!

• casually grabs u by ur ass in public, or give u a lil slap. when u confront him about it, he acts like he dont know what are u talking about, then giggle

• using ur breast like fidget toy, when he’s stressed

• squeezing it, when he feels like it

• shoving his head between ur boobs, bro can stay like that for a good 10 minutes until he calms down

• if u ask him if he would still love u as a worm, he would tell u that he’s not a zoophile

• pet names!! baby, babe, princess are his favs!

• he’s not so good with commitment and stuff like that, would prefer an open relationship (one sided tho, he's so possesive of u)

• have huge jealousy issues when it comes to u

• a male species near u??? he goes into rage mode, getting aggressively touchy to claim u! show everyone that u are his!!

• would apologise to u with rap songs

“Y/N” he screamed outside your house. throwing rocks at the window to wake u up.

“what the fuck…” u muttered to yourself, as u walked over to the window to check what this idiot come up with this time.

as soon as he saw your face, he screamed again, his hands clutching onto his chest “SEÑORITA!!! I WANT TO APOLOGISE TO U!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! U DO REALISE THAT ITS 3 AM RIGHT NOW???” u screamed back at him, slightly leaning forward through window.

“I LOVE U!!!!!” he get on his knees.

“ARE U HIGH?????” u asked, clearly pissed at his presence.

“HI!!!!!” he said as he waved his hands to u, enthusiastically with a goofy grin.

even after this response, u can’t tell if he’s high. that’s pretty much how he’s acting regardless if he’s on drugs or not.

he turn on boombox, a cliche beat hit your ears. he stands up and cleared his throat.

“Yo, I messed up, I admit it, I’m a clown,

Flirting like a fool when you weren’t around.

But I swear, it was harmless, just a slip of the tongue,

Now I’m here confessing where I went wrong.

I told her, "Hey, nice shoes," and that’s all I meant,

But now I’m in the doghouse, paying the rent.

Baby, you’re the star, the queen of my heart,

And that other conversation? A throwaway part.

She laughed at my joke, yeah, I felt kinda cool,

But now I see, I was the class clown fool.

I’d never trade you for some silly chat,

You’re the boss, the CEO, I’m just the doormat.

I’ll buy you flowers, write your name in the sky,

Sing off-key if it’ll dry your eyes.

I’ll even quit drugs if you need me to,

Just don’t leave me hangin’, I’m a mess without you.

So baby, I’m here, on my knees with this beat,

Admitting my crimes, can’t handle defeat.

Let’s laugh this off, put it in the past,

‘Cause you and me, girl, we’re built to last.”

he end up the song showing a small heart formed with his thumb and index finger.

u sighed “all right, come inside”

“YAYY!!!” he did a happy jump and clapped his feet in midair.

• tbh he’s so silly

• steals flowers from a random garden for u

• night visits, but uses a window instead of a door to enter ur place, literally like some kind of teenager

• even if u gave him the keys to ur apartment, he will use the window no matter what

it was dark outside, about 11 pm. u were coming back from work. damn how exhausted u felt. some arguments with clients, boss yelling at u. it was not ur best day for sure.

u checked ur phone. still no text from Thanos. why he was ghosting u? probably he don’t want to deal with ur complains about how bad ur day went.

u opened the apartment door. u don't give a damn about anything. you plan to go to bed right away, you don't have the strength to change your clothes, wash yourself or eat something.

you threw everything aside and went to the bedroom. when you turn on the light in the room, you see your boyfriend lying on his side, resting his head on his hand, rose in his teeth.

“U WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK???” u flinched. u can’t get used to Thanos randomly spawning in ur house.

“and i missed u too, princess” he grinned, standing up and then theatrically hand over the rose to u.

“i brought ur fav burgers and lotta beer” he said, pointing out at ur kitchen.

“thanks” u smiled softly at him. u can’t help but melt inside at his behaviour. he’a an asshole, but what a cute asshole.

“no problem, babe” he leaned to u, giving u a tight hug. burying his face in the crook of ur neck.

• avoids deep emotional conversation

• would tell that he loves u, but he don’t put much weight into that

• he’s saying it casually like it’s common sense that he loves u

• painting each others nails!!!!

NSFW:

• pansexual king, but he wouldn’t label himself

• he don’t care about gender, he fucks who he consider as cute and that’s it!!

• when u ride him, he would comment something like: WROOM WROOM!! or YEEHAW!!!

• A TOTAL FREAK….

• piss kink (y’all can’t prove me wrong)

• HE LIKES IT DIRTY!!!!

• public sex

• like fingering u in a club or on a party, sometimes anal when he's high

• claiming u like that in front of other people?? IT TURNS HIM ON SO BADD

• never a sub, it would hurt his ego

• bro don’t know what gentle sex is

• always rough and aggressive

• smokes weed/cigarettes during sex, blowing smoke in your face

• talking about himself in third person "yeah, babe. the great Thanos will make u feel so good”

“u like that slut? u like Thanos’s dick that much??”