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kentstoji · 5 months

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ㅤㅤㅤ NECTAROUS

ㅤㅤㅤ pairing. mk men x gn reader.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤsetting. mortal kombat.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤtype. headcanons (a little suggestive).

ㅤㅤㅤkissing liu kang was a divine experience, akin to discovering a new world and venturing into it, relishing every romantic ecstasy. his arms were strong and warm, carrying a distinctive fire befitting his position attained after his triumph against kronika. being enveloped by him in a loving and almost possessive embrace was like diving into liquid lava, yet the flames were harmless. (the most they could do was leave purple and reddish marks along your beautiful neck, while liu kang's experienced and bold lips traced a path, and your face took on undesired shades of scarlet.) your lips part in fervent lamentation, breathless.

ㅤㅤㅤbi-han was, by nature, a conqueror and consequently, a born leader. a dominator in various aspects, and in the romantic realm, this particularity wouldn't easily alter. honoring the element he proudly manipulated, bi-han had frigid lips, like a morning after an intense snowstorm. his hands, firm and calloused by years of battles and victories, established a rule at the base of your neck, keeping you under the grandmaster's longing, shaping you to fulfill his needs and desires. it was a selfish dance in which you never had the chance to be victorious, but teasing him to the limit was as satisfying as winning a battle. he exploded, and you loved paying the price. (kissing him was like feeding a voracious, wild creature that had no basic knowledge of emotions. the beast, however, calmed when tasting the flavor of your lips, biting them until he felt the sweet taste of your life essence flowing crimson between his lips.)

ㅤㅤㅤjohnny cage was a provocateur, and you were his favorite victim. maintaining a playful spirit, Johnny's kisses were a wet mess, lips colliding eagerly, a overwhelming need. his hands fixed themselves on your waist, squeezing and pulling you closer as he yearned to merge into one body, immortalizing the passion and love between you. it was common to find a glistening line of saliva when you finally parted. you were breathless, your chest moving frantically in search of oxygen and... something more. johnny would notice this. (of course, he would notice. he always made a point to observe the reactions when you were together.)

ㅤㅤㅤ"can you handle more, sweetheart?" he questions, his pink, swollen lips curving into a wicked smile, full of cruel promises.

ㅤㅤㅤwithin and outside a relationship, you are shang tsung's test subject, the perfect specimen at the mercy of his dark ideals. breakable and submissive, like a pet, you've become his favorite pastime, the perfect challenge. unraveling the mysteries of your body is an art for him, a game where every touch and kiss are strategies to corrupt the remaining shreds of sanity within you. he appreciates knowledge, and your genuine reactions are accompanied by translucent pearls of warm tears. tears of ecstasy, he concludes with arrogance. shang tsung is a selfish partner; (his kisses are long and suffocating, embedding themselves in you like a parasite.) the scent of his perfume will linger, intoxicating and persistent.

ㅤㅤㅤhanzo is an uncontrollable romantic, and his soul is as warm as the affections he displays in the comfort of the space he now calls home in your relationship. kissing him is an open invitation to be consumed by hungry flames, much like his emotional yearning. his hands rest on your face, fingers gliding in a long, gentle caress, savoring every reaction you show: the flushed face and trembling hands are signals for him to continue. with your consent, he does. you are led to a dark precipice with kisses planted at the base of your neck, discreetly directed towards your chest. hanzo, experienced and considerably older, knows what he's doing, aware of the buttons to press to make you dance with madness.

ㅤㅤㅤ"breathe, my love," he says, noticing your open eyes, seeking more of his touches. "the night is still young, and we are just getting started."

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tosahobi-if · 1 month

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KANG JI IS A LESBIAN???? BIG DAY FOR DYKES

JSFJDJFJFJJDJSJDJ;;JHWJJD YEAH

#anon #ch: kang ji #tshb sketch #ongoing saga of me not knowing how to draw hair #anyways here she is!#girlkisser socialite extrodinaire #the young lady of the kang household

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mkayoung · 2 years

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Extraordinary Attorney Woo (이상한 변호사 우영우), 2022

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misakisakuya · 2 months

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To all the people thinking when James and Seongji fought James was in his prime.

You see that?

Yup, me too.

Taesoo has his eyeball and Zack's teach has his leg.

#lookism #james lee #Lookism ch 492 #lookism dg #kang dagyeom #kang diego

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elvendara · 8 days

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Chapter 4 is finally up, a little late but still Saturday! Yay for me! Poor Saeran, such a lost boy!

#Yooran #Saeran Choi #Yoosung Kim #Saeyoung Choi #Jumin Han #Jaehee Kang #Zen #Rika #V #Vanderwood #AO3 #Elmwood #ch 4 #Hope is Death #Why is this fandom so dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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myboyfriendjake · 10 months

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starlight - park jongseong

summary: when your family decides to move, you're not happy at all. even though your social life is crumbling, you want to stay in new york. besides, what's to say that life in seattle will be better?

alternatively: you move to seattle and learn how to live (2521-esque)

genre: high school au, fluff, angst

pairing: jay x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.43 k

other characters: jake, heeseung, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, sakura, huening kai, taehyun

Chapter One:

You didn’t want to move. You were perfectly happy staying in New York City. Okay, maybe you weren’t happy. But you still didn’t want to move. So what if your social life was falling apart? So what if you had started to hate school because of it? Moving was still worse.

Especially because it was Seattle. No one lived in Seattle. The entire plot of Family Reunion was the fact that the McKellans were moving out of Seattle, not to it. It rained a lot there, was in the North West of the United States, and had no real appeal. Washington State as a whole was uninteresting and gloomy, the whole reason (probably) that Twilight took place there.

So you make it known that you don’t want to move. You complain, whine, procrastinate packing, and make pointed comments at dinner, but your parents don’t give in, and next thing you know you’re on a plane to Seattle, leaving your beloved city behind.

You’d spent summer vacation getting ready to move, and so only a week after you’ve moved into your new home in Seattle, it’s the beginning of junior year. School is starting. Great.

It’s the last Friday before school starts, and you receive an email from the school - schedule, locker, school map… and a guide. Another junior, Jongseong Park, it says. You sigh, trying to ease your nerves about starting all over at a new school, and close your email. You can deal with school later. Now? Netflix.

Before you know it, it’s the first day of school. You walk to your bus stop in the morning, not bothering to start a conversation with anyone there. Being lonely is hard, but being ignored is harder. Why make friends when they never stick around? Music is better, music stays, music fills the silence and never lets you feel alone. So you elect to spend the bus ride with Spotify.

You reach the school, walking into the main office. You take a quick look at the room - it’s large, spacious, airy. There are so many windows, and therefore so much natural light that you feel refreshed. Maybe this school won’t be so bad.

There are a ton of little cubicles in the room, where it seems like the majority of the school’s administration works - there are secretaries, transportation officials, security team people… you eventually walk to the first secretary desk you see.

“Hi, I’m a new student, I was told to come here?” You say.

The lady at the desk smiles warmly, “Yes, can I have your name?”

You give her your name, and she types away on her keyboard, clicking around with her mouse, before she says, “Alright, I’ve signed you in. Don’t worry about being late to classes this first week - teachers are very lax about tardiness for the first few days, and they know you’re a transfer student so they’ll go easy on you. Your guide should be here soon, and he’ll walk you to your classes today and answer any questions you have about the school.”

It’s magical - the second she stops speaking, you hear the door behind you open, and in walks a tall blonde boy. He’s wearing a gray tee shirt, black ripped jeans, and black Adidas sneakers. He’s wearing his navy backpack on one shoulder, headphones around his neck, and he raises his eyebrows in greeting,

“You must be Y/N,” he says, and you nod. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jongseong, but I go by Jay.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jay,” you respond quietly. You can hear your heart beating, nervous.

“Alright, first period…” he glances at his phone, and you try to calm your breathing. This kid is attractive, and you find yourself wondering if everyone at this school is. You’d thought some of the guys at your old school were cute, but this was something else. Jay could be a model. Maybe he is. “Alright, so we’re gonna go to the History wing.”

You follow him down the hall, looking around at the flyers on the walls - there are so many clubs, sports teams, and charity events going on despite school having just started. You and Jay walk straight for a while, before you eventually turn right into what you quickly figure out to be the history wing - the board of history memes gives it away. You walk past two classrooms, before turning into C104, your classroom.

“We’re here,” says Jay, and you both walk in. There are no assigned seats, instead, you’re asked to pick seats that you’ll use for the rest of the year. You sit down at a seat in the second row, and Jay sits down at the desk next to you.

You’re kind of surprised. You’d thought that he’d walk you to your classes, nothing else, but instead he sits down next to you and makes conversation with you. Either this school is filled with kind people, or Jay is the kindest person on the planet.

“So, where are you from?” he asks you after sitting down, his warm brown eyes showing genuine curiosity.

“New York City,” you answer, “Manhattan specifically.”

“Oh, I love NYC. I want to live in Manhattan one day - it’s such a lively place. I’m hoping to go there for college.” Jay enthusiastically responds.

“Yeah, there’s always something to do there. That’s something I love about it.” You reply. You open your mouth, wanting to ask him a question, but then your teacher starts talking.

“Welcome to American Government, I’m Mr. O’Neil, your teacher.” He drones on about the class, expectations, topics covered, and you stop listening. You have no interest in government, and all the interest in the boy sitting next to you.

Somehow, your first class finally ends, and next thing you know you’re standing up, slinging your bag over your shoulder, and walking out of the classroom.

“So next…” Jay starts, pulling out his phone, scrolling with his finger, “we both have Math but we’re in different classes. They’re in the same wing though so we can walk there together.”

You nod, and follow him once again. You exit the History Wing, turn right, walk straight, climb up stairs, and then turn into the Math Wing. Your math classroom is first, and you thank Jay, who jokingly wishes you good luck - he mentioned on the walk there that he hates the subject.

You walk into the math classroom, sitting down at a desk towards the back of the room. You hate math. You know you’re gonna hate this class. You sigh, staring at the board - the first slide of a powerpoint on PreCalc is up on the screen - and nearly jump in your seat when you hear a voice next to you loudly exclaim “OH MY GOD!”

You turn to see a girl with long brown hair that reaches just past her shoulder blades laughing loudly at a boy in front of her.

“I can’t believe you actually did it,” she’s saying, “why would you dye your hair gray? You look like a young old man.”

“I look amazing, thank you very much,” he responds. “And it’s not gray, it’s silver. Silver like the moon, like the stars, like the glossy fur on a wolf. I look gorgeous with this hair color, as I always do.”

The girl just laughs in response, “You’re so full of yourself.”

Another boy walks in, with a head of brown hair and black glasses on his face. “Hello Grandpa,” he says to the gray, no, silver-headed boy. Except this boy’s voice sounds different, and when he continues talking you realize that he has an accent. Australian?

You’re unable to figure it out fully because then the bell rings, and your math teacher silences the class, beginning a long, boring introduction to Precalc.

Your next few classes are the same - Jay walks you around, which is somewhat fun because he talks to you, all enthusiastic and funny - but the classes themselves drag on for eternity.

And then it’s lunch time. You’ve been dreading lunch all day, because with lunch comes socializing, and with socializing comes stress. Who are you supposed to sit with? Will anyone let you sit at their table? Will there be any empty tables you can sit at, and if there are, will people think you’re weird?

Once you reach the cafeteria, you find that your worries were for naught.

“You can sit with me and my friends if you want to, Y/N,” Jay says to you, and you just nod, and he gestures for you to follow him, “Over here, that’s our table.”

The three kids from your math class are there, along with a few others who you’ve seen in some classes.

“Everyone,” says Jay, “this is Y/N. She’s new, she’s cool, be nice.”

“We’re always nice,” says the girl from your math class.

“No you’re not,” says silver-hair boy. He then turns to you, and goes, “I’m Heeseung, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you respond.

One by one, they all introduce themselves, and they’re all really nice, and you figure that either people at this school are just kind, or these kids are different. You pretty quickly decide the latter, since they also all look like models, and now that you’ve seen a decent amount of the kids here, you know that that’s not a shared trait among the general school population.

Girl From Math Class is Yunjin, but she just tells you to call her Jen.

Boy With Accent is Jake, and he moved from Australia a few years back, hence the accent.

There’s also Kai and Zuha and Chaewon and Taehyun and all of them are so kind and welcoming and for the rest of the day, you feel like maybe school here won’t be that bad. You now only have one class where you don’t know anyone, and you feel happy, you feel like you belong. They talk to you during class, slipping you notes while teachers drone on, and now you understand why people like school. You’d never experienced any of this in NYC.

They also add you to their group chat, and your parents raise their eyebrows at your constant grinning at your phone that evening. Kai is absolutely hilarious.

“School was good today?” Your mother asks after dinner, and you nod.

“Yeah, everyone’s super nice, I made friends… I’m feeling good about this school thing in Seattle.”

“I’m glad.”

Despite your saying that, you find yourself unable to fall asleep. You toss and you turn, and all you can think about is the people you met today. Did they actually like you? Were they pretending? Why would they want to hang out with you? You find yourself going back to your old school, to your old friends… you don’t want to think about it.

“Y/N, tell him he looks ridiculous!” is the first thing Jen says to you as you walk into math class the next day. Heeseung is wearing a pair of enormous glasses, and you can’t stop yourself from laughing. The large, tacky, red glasses clash with the rest of his style - the neatly combed silver hair, the gray tee shirt and the black jeans.

“You look ridiculous,” you say to Heeseung, “why red?”

“I can pull anything off,” says Heeseung. “I’m proving that point today.”

“You know what you’re proving today?” you all jump at the question from your math teacher. “Trigonometric identities. Here you go, get to work,” he says, handing out worksheets.

You groan at the problems, “I hate math.”

“Me too,” says Jen. “I don’t care about numbers, and doing math with letters is so weird. Like why is x a number now?”

“I love math,” says Jake, “it’s such a gorgeous way to represent life. Like, so much is represented through math. It’s so important for science.”

“You,” you say, “are an anomaly.”

“That’s because I’m perfect,” Jake replies, “one of a kind, absolutely amazing.”

You laugh, and Jen just sighs, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else. “They’re always like this,” she says to you. “So full of themselves.”

“As we should be,” says Heeseung, and Jake voices his agreement, and you just shake your head, smiling nonetheless.

“Y/N’s disagreement tells me she has a crush,” says Jake after a few minutes, “how else could anyone resist our charms?”

You blush, shaking your head, “I’m sorry to break it to you two, but you’re very resistable.”

“Nonsense,” says Heeseung. “You just like Jay.”

“Where’d you get that from?” you frown.

“You looked at him yesterday like a gold-miner looking at gold,” says Jake.

“The way you said that was so weird,” you say.

“But you’re not denying it.”

You sigh, “Guys, I’ve known him for one day. I just appreciated that he was kind and welcoming.”

Heeseung shrugs, “We won’t stop you from being delusional. Whenever you want to talk boys, though, let us know.”

“Let me know,” says Jen. “You can’t trust those two.”

And conversation erupts again, this time Heeseung and Jake acting hurt at Jen’s statement.

You laugh, turning back to your worksheet, surprised at how fun this math class is.

Pretty soon, it’s lunch time. You walk to lunch with Kai, who happens to be in your art class, your class before lunch. He’s making jokes, imitating the art teacher, and you’re laughing.

You walk into the cafeteria, sitting down in an open seat next to Jen, and Kai moves to sit on your other side, but then Jay walks in. He looks mildly annoyed. He glances at Kai, and then sits across from you.

“So, Y/N, how’s your day been so far? Are these idiots being nice to you?”

“I’m not an idiot,” Jake protests, before starting to recite physics formulas by heart, and then he starts talking about linear algebra and you wonder who allowed him to be in precalc.

Jay just rolls his eyes, before making eye contact with you.

“Yeah, it’s been good. I had no idea that Kai was so good at impressions.”

Jay shrugs, “I guess he is.”

The rest of the lunch period, Jay seems off. Granted, you’ve only known him for a day, so maybe this is how he always is, but he stays pretty quiet, glancing at Kai every so often, before glancing at you. Jen just looks at you, and then at him, and then at you again and laughs. Later on, you swear you hear her whisper to Zuha that “he so has a thing for her”.

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#enhypen #enhypen fic #park jongseong #jay #jay park #jake sim #lee heeseung #huh yunjin #kazuha #kim chaewon #huening kai #kang taehyun #dream writes #starlight ch 1

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imberlae · 10 months

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#back to work #mcqueen studio #mangacap #manhwacap #manhwa #ch 34 #ji yoon cha #si woo kang #imberlae

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tyrannuspitch · 7 months

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while i'm thinking about this...

violence centred on necks, a list of occurrences in mcu thor:

thor and loki's neck touch motif:

thor pulls loki out of the helicopter (ie, takes him prisoner) throat-first, and when they land, he throws him to the ground. he then repeatedly grabs loki by the scruff of the neck while shouting at and shaking him. loki does not attempt to defend himself or respond in kind. (A1)

in the same scene, rapidly switching tone but still holding loki by the neck, thor implores loki to stop fighting and come home. (or rather, continues to order him to do so, but more gently.)

thor grabs loki by the neck, covers his mouth, and slams him into a wall. again, loki does not resist, even though this one comes out of nowhere when they're supposedly allies. (T2)

thor repeatedly slams loki into a wall, pins him by his throat, and only just stops himself from hitting him. (during this one, loki cannot defend himself, because his hands are tied.) (T2)

thor holds the back of loki's neck and comforts him while he dies for thor. (not something thor wanted, but it happened regardless. TDW and sacrifice is a whole other post.) (T2)

collars:

loki's chains in T2 include a collar with no clear function besides dehumanisation. (*de-personification. you know what i mean.) given loki's jotun heritage and status somewhere along the prisoner-of-war to spoils-of-war spectrum (and odin's attitude to him at this point), this has, at least, connotations of ownership/slavery. :(

"obedience disks" in T3 - these are normally stuck on the neck, function as a shock collar, and used to enslave people. both thor and loki are given one, and both, to at least some extent, participate in the violence towards the other. (loki tries to keep thor on sakaar; thor actually sticks loki's on [though not on his neck] and uses it.)

loki is put in a collar again by the TVA in the loki show. it's not quite a shock collar, but it really looks like one, and it has similar functions. and in this case, loki is again (very literally) a) denied personhood and b) enslaved. :|

axes:

in T2, loki says that he expects to be executed, specifically by axe.

hela's only living ally in T3 is her axeman.

after thor loses mjolnir, he replaces it with an axe.

misc:

loki (probably) snaps thor's neck using the destroyer in T1.

thanos picks up loki by his throat and snaps his neck in IW.

loki and thor both pick up tony stark by his throat as a means of intimidation (in A1 and A2 respectively). thor does this alarmingly casually. (loki is not casual, but he does try to kill him.)

each of thor's friends threatens/mocks/otherwise disdains loki in quick succession in T2, and sif specifically puts a sword to his throat. (at this point, loki is an unarmed, chained prisoner.)

odin's defeat of laufey ends with his spear pointed at laufey's throat. (the framing of this is paralleled elsewhere, but the weapon isn't directly included.) (T1)