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You're Dead Everywhere But Here │ Invincible Variants x Reader x Mainstream Invincible │#2

#1, #2, #3, ...

Cecil tries to understand what's going on, and you try to get away. Everything becomes worse from here, and you're in the center of it Cecil discovers Mainstream Mark's complicated feelings for you, and you're getting your shit rocked by a buzzing wasp.

updated as of 07/18/2025

CW: swearing, mention/talks of suicide, violence, slight freakiness (guess whose being a freak)

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Cecil approached the big screens that hung on the wall, his hands on the hips of his suit as he narrowed his eyes, his blue eyes trying to analyze what was happening. “Donald,” he called out, “what is this? What’s going on now?” He asked, his voice stern but obviously confused.

The dots on the map indicated that multiple Invincible variants were gathered at one place, and there was a green dot in the center of it—and that green dot was you. You were smacked right in the middle of it, and from the consistent blinking, it was telling them you were alive.

He had given orders to throw you out there in hopes to help the war effort. Cecil knew you wouldn’t help willingly even with Earth on the line, so he strapped you with a technological advanced electric dog collar with a tracker embedded into it.

With evil variants of Invincible causing havoc and destruction all over the world, every resource that Cecil had was getting stretched thin. He needed more manpower to pour into this war, and he wasn’t against using an enhanced criminal to achieve that.

Cecil had seen multiple times you holding your own against their Invincible, hell, even had the upper hand a couple of times with how banged up you left the kid. It was an annoyance with how you had Mark be out of commission from time to time—thankfully his healing factors from his Viltrumite heritage really sped up the recovery process.

Whatever reason why you chose to injure him than kill him wasn’t something Cecil was going to do gymnastics to understand. He was thankful you didn’t, but he didn’t necessarily care to dig up the reason why. There were more pressing matters at the time.

Donald, however, theorized. He had a running speculation that you enjoyed breaking things and destroying anything you got your hands on rather than killing. There have been times where you did, but they were so rare it’s been assumed to be more of a ‘last resort’ thing for you when cornered.

Still, Cecil didn’t care. You were still another destructive piece of shit that had their own agenda that caused him to have a headache at the end of the day. The headache he gets from you just isn’t as big as other incidents—like the deaths of the Guardians of the Globe, the betrayal of Nolan, Viltrumites, and every fucking thing that threatened the safety of Earth.

But, having collected data about you, he was confident that you could at least remove one or two of the evil variants of Invincible when push came to shove. The ‘shove’ being a shock collar and threat of never seeing daylight.

Cecil wasn’t that horrible though; he had something in mind for you when all of this was over.

Shorten your time in the G.D.A slammer and then after that’s up—you get to be moved to somewhere better. Still contained, but just overall better. He calculated the chances of you being alive to experience that though, and they were pretty low. You’d probably be dead before the war was over.

And he assumed he was right at the first glance of the screen. You were surrounded by four variants, and while you were one tough cookie, you should be dead. There was one of you and four of them, it was a no brainer to see who would lose. But the blinking green dot showed you were still alive.

“It... seems like they’re not fighting her, sir. She’s been more of the aggressor so far, actually.” Donald observed, having been watching the screen this entire time. He pushed his glasses up. “She was fighting this one,” he pointed at the red dot on the screen, “then this one showed up—then these two.” His finger drifted to the other circles.

“Pull up the cameras around there.” Cecil ordered, and Donald’s fingers were quick on the keyboard to pull up the surveillance around the area.

A window appeared on the screen, and the lens were cracked so that view wasn’t the best. However, it was clear to see that you were surprisingly not beaten up and battered as he had expected.

The two men watched you leap into the air, bolting through the sky. An alternate Mark dressed in a white Viltrumite uniform followed suit, the two of you become a blur in the distance.

A Mark variant dressed in a similar fashion as Omni-Man turned to speak to the others. Whatever he was saying made the others more upset than they already were. The one with the black mask shaking his head in disagreement while the one with the mohawk rolled his eyes.

“Is there no audio on this thing?"

"Nope."

“Great.” Cecil popped his cracked lips; his grainy voice filled with sarcasm. He silently observed the three variants—and it was plainly obvious that they did not like each other. Their body language was tense, ready to pounce if one of them moved the wrong way. Yet, they continued their conversation.

Whatever they were talking about kept them grounded enough to talk even with their clear distaste for each other.

He squinted at the screen. The men would occasionally glance over at the direction you had sped off to.

Donald spoke up. "I think they're discussing (Y/N)."

"Who?"

Donald repeated your name, adding your last name as well while looking over at Cecil. “It’s Vandal’s real name.” he added. Vandal had become your nickname since you never proclaimed a villain identity for yourself. [1]

From the heaps of destruction and damage you caused to property before your capture, it was a fitting name. Albeit a little lazy and too on the nose.

The old man let out a tired sigh, turning around to step away. His mind was turning gears at this new piece of information and development. Strangely enough, his mind drifted to Mark who was currently still at Eve’s bedside.

He paused for a moment as something formulated in his mind.

What he was thinking of was an... admittedly strange idea, but his gut was scratching at him to try it out. It couldn’t hurt to give it a shot, and Cecil would do whatever it takes to put an end to all of this as quickly as possible.

Mark Grayson always held this odd, favoritism-like air towards you. It was hard not to notice with how he practically jumped at the chance to be the first one to respond to a scene that had remotely anything to do with you. Even went as far as butting head with other superheroes that tried to respond first.

The weird behavior was subtle to anyone who wasn’t paying attention, but Cecil noticed. He didn’t comment on it, but he definitely made mental notes on a few things.

Whatever harm that he would inflict on you would conveniently be placed where it wouldn’t hurt too badly, as well as heal up much faster.

You always somehow end up escaping from his grasp after each fight. It was excusable in the beginning with how he was wrapping his head around being a superhero—but with his progression and improvement, you still somehow ran off.

He seemed happier and chipper after fighting you, like instead of the loss of the fight hindering his mood—it uplifted He would walk, talk, and act like he had just won one million bucks.

When, on the occasion someone had to fight you instead of him because of various reasons, Mark’s mood was sullied. He would be miserable upon learning this fact, sulking like someone had taken his designated spot in class.

There were times when someone—that someone being Rex—would make fun of you. He had turned you into the butt of a joke during training and missions with Invincible, and Mark, without fail, came to your defense. Always too quick and too protective.

And much more.

The biggest thing on the iceberg, though, was when you were finally captured thanks to the intervention of the G.D.A. The agent had done their job, and Mark threw quite the fit.

“I had it all under control!” He yelled, speeding straight to man he knew had the main role of your capture. He glared at Cecil with so much anger and rage, possessiveness seeing into the words he spat.

Cecil was momentarily taken aback with how worked up Mark was over your capture. “You guys didn’t have to step in! Especially—Especially like that!” 

Cecil sighed impatiently. “Talking to them, throwing a couple of punches here and there, and letting them escape each time is not you having it ‘under control,’ Mark. He rebutted. “They needed to be caught and contained, and you were doing a lousy job at that.”

"I was gonna-"

He cut in, not letting Mark get a word in. It was clear that his words weren’t getting through the boy, so he continued. “If I had let this ridiculous method of yours play out, they would’ve continued to destroy more property. That means more tax dollars are being poured into rebuilding the constant messes they leave behind, and more important projects being underfunded.”

Cecil continued his lecture, stern and logic backing up his words. “That money is better off spent on better things, not Little ‘ol Vandalism. With how things been going lately, we need each dollar financing something useful.” [2]

What he said made perfect sense—but the logic and common sense only seemed to add fuel to Mark’s insatiable anger. Mark exploded into an emotionally charged rant that was incoherent and didn’t make sense at all, reaching for straws to defend himself.

Cecil paused before releasing an exhausted sigh. He flickered his gaze away from Mark and to a nearby wall. He was at a loss on why the young Viltrumite was still worked up over this.

He needed to calm him down. Having Mark upset would get in the way of calling him for help and he needed his cooperation to get things done, deal with issues, and protect this planet. Cecil flickered back to Mark.

“Okay, okay—I get it.” Cecil interrupted, raising his hand to stop Mark from his rant. “Kid, they’ll be in jail whether or not you like it. They’ll be locked up—but fed, clothed, and away from being a menace.” He halted before continuing, taking in how Mark seemed calmer on the fact you would be fed and clothed rather than your destructive habits being put to a stop.

“You can... even visit.” He said lightly, treading carefully.

“... I can?”

He was a little bit too happy to hear that, his anger completely evaporated.

“Sure. Not something that usually happens but—after we deal with all the big stuff happening out there first, I’ll authorize how many visits you want.”

Cecil turned to face Donald, “I’m going to pay a visit to Mark. I’m sure he’d love to hear what’s going on out there—especially with his favorite vandalizer.” Donald stared, not understanding what telling Mark about this would achieve.

Without elaborating, he teleported with a flash of blue.

You took another look behind you again, the wind rushing past you—howling in your ear as you met the intense stare of the evil variant in white. His hair moved wildly against the wind, his eyes hard.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer!” You shouted. He was unresponsive to your words, his eyes unblinking even though the wind must’ve been drying out his eyes. You rolled your eyes, but his silent demeanor caused a burst of goosebumps on your skin.

Even though you would love to continue being in the air for longer, if you did that it was evident that he would catch up to you. With each small glance, he was inching closer and closer—and there a number of things that would go against your favor if this white Invincible got ahold of you in the air.

You looked up ahead, scanning what was in front of you. There was a large building that was abandoned, surprisingly not demolished.

The path you are on currently would make you slam your head against a solid wall. Shifting to the right, you brought your arms to your head as you braced for impact.

The glass window immediately shattered as you rammed through it, different sizes of glass shards falling. You dodged the walls of the office floor, breaking through windows and passing by cubicles.

You broke out of the other side of the building, sunlight hitting your back as you pushed yourself to float above the building. Not a minute later, the building vibrated widely as the sound of walls breaking sounded in the air.

You let out an amused huff. He continued the original flight path you were on and busted through the walls.

The white variant broke through the final wall, leaving a gaping hole on the side of the building. He looked right and left, searching for where you had ran off to.

"Up here!" You sang out, diving down with your hands raised and joined together to make a ball. You brought it down, sending him flying downwards.

The Invincible's reflex was incredible, his arms quickly rising to protect his head before being slammed to the ground.

The harsh impact made a big crater on the ground, with him in the middle. The abandoned cars near the crash site began blaring like crazy, the headlights flashing.

"You're strong." He flatly commented, his eyes returning to looking at you while the dust settled. His unblinking eyes were really creepy—like that of a doll. His face was smooth and untouched too, just like that of a meticulously crafted doll.

Mohawk had laugh and smile lines that were prominent and bold, however, with this Invincible he didn’t have any—not even a wrinkle. It was like he didn’t use expressions—or even knew what they were.

His arms vaguely tingled at your attack. He hummed, somewhat impressed. A crack of a smile appeared, but you had to squint to really see it. "You were never strong in my dimension."

“Does that burst your bubble, Whitey?” You fake whined, copying the lean of his head. "Disappointed? I didn’t come as advertised?”

“I’m not disappointed.” He shook his head. “How could I be disappointed at you? You were perfect. Perfect for me, perfect for Viltrum. You're still perfect, no matter the differences across dimensions." He replied, hovering to close the distance between you two.

There was a deep-rooted longing in his eyes. The same desperation.

You gritted your teeth. You did not like where this was going at all. You hated it. In fact, the way he spoke to you as if he were the version he knew personally rubbed you the wrong way.

It seemed to be a running trend among the Invincibles so far, and it was already becoming insufferable.

“I’ve missed you, my life partner.” He breathily began, “The spot I carved out for you remains empty since the day I lost you.” His eyes morphed into one of a battered dog without its owner. “You miss me too.”

Fantastic, this one likes to run his mouth during battle too.

"Is that a question or a command?" You frowned. "I'm not them. Do you hear yourself?"

"You are them."

"I'm not.”

“You are.” He stubbornly insisted.

“No! I’m not! I'm going to put that through that thick skull of yours." You dashed towards him, your hand grabbing a hold of the top of his head as you slammed it down—the back of his head hitting the cracked concrete of the crater.

You dug your nails inside his scalp, lifting it and smashing it back down repeatedly. The hole deepening as you continued.

Viltrumite Mark allowed this to happen, his head being slammed against the pavement over and over again. Your fingernails were prickly from being bit at as it dug inside his scalp

There was a dulling pain at the back of his head, but he didn’t care to listen. The only thing he could focus on was how incredibly long it has been since the last time he felt your touch. How long ago has it been since you committed suicide? How many long, grievous nights did he go without you?

It has been so long that he had lost count. Actually, he was unsure if he was counting in the first place. Probably not—because then it put in perspective how long it’s been since your death.

The light, throbbing pain didn’t mean anything to him with the sensation of your hand holding his scalp. It brought him back to those blissful times when he would come back from dealing with the responsibilities of the Viltrum Empire with you welcoming him with open arms.

Oh, how he loved laying his head on your stomach while you massaged his head—running your delicate fingers through his hair as you asked all sorts of questions.

Usually about what he did, Viltrum, and what was happening outside the walls of the home you two shared. Mark didn’t like to think about the outside world when he was inside the haven of the bedroom, but indulging in your curiosity was always cute. It made you happy, and how could he deny giving simple joy to his partner?

You were also eager, albeit more than he liked, to learn any updates about Earth. Even if it was something minor, you always liked hearing about the planet you once lived on. Sometimes you'd ask if you could ‘finally go out’ and be somewhere else on Viltrum beside the house, even hinting the idea of going to go visit Earth—to at least see it—but Mark always shot it down.

He guessed he understood in some capacity why you would ask repeatedly. It was natural for any species to think about home and long to go back to it. Though, that doesn't mean Mark didn't find it ridiculous—you shouldn't want to go back to Earth. Even for a visit.

Viltrum is your home now and a much better suited place for you because he was here. This place was where you belonged because this was where you two could be together.

Mark would've granted permission for you to walk around Viltrum alone, but when you had first arrived at this planet—you had such antsy feet. You would run off, trying to escape from the planet.

It was always a hassle to bring you back. You could've gotten into danger and if he hadn't been alerted each time you ran off and arrived at the nick of time. You could've hurt yourself. Worse, you could’ve actually succeeded.

Sometimes you came too close in leaving, and that scared him.

You cried, you begged, and you pleaded whenever you were caught. Those incessant beseeches only amplified when he had to deliver the consequences of your attempts of escaping—but he did it in mind of your human physiology. Spraining your ankle, first-degree burns to the skin, twisting an arm or a leg until it contused... things that healed in a week or two. [3]

He knew you didn’t have the healing factors or durability as a Viltrumite, so he went easy on you, but that didn’t mean you were exempt from the consequences.

It hurt to see you like that. He couldn’t bear for those situations to happen again, so he had momentarily removed those privileges.

He was going to give them back, he swore he would've at one point. However, he hadn't noticed so much time had passed. For Mark, it was a blip—so short. While for you it had been long, excruciating years. You couldn't take it anymore; Mark's monopolization was suffocating.

So, one day when Mark arrived back home after a conquest, your lifeless boy awaited him. Pale, empty, and unresponsive—but free. Free from him.

For what happened, Viltrum Mark will let you hurt him this time for being such a neglectful husband. Being pummeled was what he deserved for being forgetful—it was only right.

You let go of your hold of the white variant's head, snatching a hold of his arm and standing up. You lifted him off the ground, chucking him at the loud line of cars.

During the process you twisted his arm, causing him to wince as he felt his bone dislocate before colliding with the line of blaring vehicles.

The obnoxious honks stopped, and you huffed as you straightened your back.

You sneered in disgust as you realized a small smear of blood made its way to stain your fingers, being quick to wipe it on your clothes.

However, in the blink of an eye, a white flash appeared before you. Arms wrapped around your torso, and you were shoved into a wall.

As soon as your back hit the wall, you gasped, the wind knocked out of you. You felt the Invincible nestle his face to your stomach, his arms tightening around you.

You shrieked.

Even though there was a clothing barrier between your bare skin and his face thanks to the prison uniform the G.D.A had you worn, it was thin. This act was clearly intimate, and you flushed in anger.

His sudden clinginess to your stomach made you puke out curses—this fucker was taking an opportunity to feel you.

“Get off of me you bastard!” You demanded, using your elbow to dig inside his back, striking down rapidly.

His grip loosened with each hit but would recover as quickly as it unfastened. With how hard you were hitting, it was a guarantee there would be multiple splotches of bruises stretched along his back, the muscles soon to have developing colors of purple.

You repositioned your elbow that was nearest to his twisted shoulder, slamming it.

A grunt howled from the variant’s throat, his arms untangling from your waist. He fell to the ground, on his knees as he hurriedly grabbed his shoulder—popping the dislocated shoulder back in place.

He picked himself up, swiping at your shin. Caught off guard, you wobbled and the viltrumite didn't waste time to place your leg on his shoulder—the one that he had corrected the displacement of the bone—and leaned forward to you.

Being off balanced and your leg being pushed up with your back against the cracked wall, you slid down. His height towered over you as you were in a compromising position. You hissed, your hands reaching behind you to grip the wall.

"That was enough to atone for my neglectful actions. Your death alone already served as punishment for how blind I was towards our time." He spoke, staring down at you.

A small line of blood traveled from his scalp to the back of his neck. "I'll be a much better husband for you, I swear to it, (Y/N)." the Invincible exhaled, turning his head to your leg that was lifted to his shoulder.

Even though his voice was monotonous, there was a scratch of pleading behind his voice. He said it in hopes you’ll believe him, and in turn that he would believe himself that he would actually become better towards you. Not repeating his mistake that got you taken away from him.

It wasn't hard to piece together that whatever happened to his version of you, you had died, and he played a role in it.

He exhaled; his lips parted slightly as they were just centimeters away from your leg.

“You can’t be a better one if they’re dead.”

“Don’t say that.” He snapped, pushing your leg further up, making you suck in a breath. “You’re right here. Even if you don’t remember me that doesn't mean you can't be lawfully wedded to me once again.” His grip was firm as his hand snaked up to your knee.

His hand squeezed, feeling the muscles and bone. "I'll take you back home. Back to Viltrum. Back with me. Everything we had will be back once again."

You tense, the mention of being kidnapped to somewhere else cause your fight or flight response to yell bloody murder. The fully masked Invincible had mentioned something about bringing you 'home’ too, and now this one was spitting out the same threatening garbage.

Something nagged at you that this would be a pattern among the other copies—and everything within you warned you not to let any of them take you. You were most likely better off dead than with any of them.

“I would rather fucking die than be like them and go anywhere with you.” You spat; venom laced with each word. "Whatever way they went was probably a blessing in disguise." You taunted, watching him twitch.

Clenching your jaw, you wheeled your head forward and then banged it behind you. The building shook, cracks branching out from the point of origin. You used the back of your head to hit it once more, pooling all your strength together.

The thick wall crumbled, and no longer being shoved against a wall you wrapped the leg that was on his shoulder around his neck and your other leg around his torso, seizing his whole body and throwing him over you.

The viltrumite burst through the multitude of walls, making the building unstable. Sounds of the building cracking and falling apart filled the air, the structure collapsing.

You scrambled to run, the building collapsing in your direction. Though your foot slipped on a piece of debris, causing you to trip onto the ground. Shit.

Whoosh!

The office building collapsed, and you hesitantly blinked your eyes open. You looked down at the collapsed structure. It once stood tall and mighty but now it was closer to the ground more than ever.

Your legs dangled in the air, and your eyes traveled to your chest as there was an arm that was slung underneath them—holding you loosely.

"Ha! Now that was a funny sight to watch. You really got some sweet upgrades to you—fun." A chilling voice commented, pointing out the superhuman strength you possessed. A dangerous edge was in his words, and you straightened your back to look at the source.

You whipped your head around, an Invincible with a black and yellow suit grinning wildly at you.

With the black and yellow palette, it gave off a warning sign—and his demeanor gave just that. He was a warning, something you should be aware of and run away from.

The sinister-looking Invincible leaned in to focus deeply at your eyes, using his exceptional hearing to focus on your heart that was beating furiously.

He can hear the panic and the fear melting in.

He memorized the way your heart beats its unique rhythm, pumping blood through your system. It was a window that he used often to decipher how you really felt at any given moment, listening to the living organ that was like music to his ears.

He hated how he missed something so simple. He hated it even more with how he recognized it from miles away, his ears subconsciously trained itself to zone in on that wretchedly beautiful heart of yours.

It was like a melody that drew him out—his own personal trap with you inside it.

It nauseated him how quickly he froze at the first beat—then came speeding at the second knowing full well it was you.

This dimension's version of you, anyway.

"Another one?" You snarled, not happy to see another variant.

This dimension’s copy of you was feisty, just like his—outspoken, mean, and nasty. However more powerful considering you did some damage to Viltrum Mark, having been watching from afar. Though he didn’t pay attention to that guy, focused and swooped up on the fact he was on cloud nine with how he was able to hold you like this again.

He let out a deranged laugh, throwing his head back. "Ha! Ha-ha! I forgot how much better you felt with your flesh still intact." He laughed, rearing his head back to shove his face to your cheek. "Soft, squishy—so much more different compared to your skeleton."

... Skeleton?

"Jesus, I went insane after I killed you, you know?" He took a large inhale, the memories of the temper tantrum he made after accidentally going too rough on you—breaking you—resurfacing.

Everyone and everything were not safe from his rampage; the rampage fueled with the rage of accidentally killing you. “I bet you had fun watching that, huh? Torturing me by being so weak and dying.” He yapped, out of his mind as he continued.

"I kept your body, watched the stages of your corpse bloat then decay—leaving the dry remains of your skeleton behind." He spoke of it with a smile on his face, but you felt the hand that was wrapped around you flinch, tightening.

"It wasn't as fun when you were alive, but it was still you, so I made do." He vaguely referenced, and your skin crawled at what he could possibly be implying. All sorts of things popped in your head.

You had an inkling that whatever your brain conjured up may have been tamer than whatever this... thing did to his alternate version of you—dead or alive.

"I don’t have to know more to know you're a sick fuck."

"-And I made you like it." He hissed, his hot breath hitting your skin. He tilted his head away, his eyes wandering to the electric collar around your neck. Sinister recognized the craftmanship—Cecil throwing you in this war and forcing you to work for him meant you were tough.

Mark was excited to see how exactly tough you were. If you’re stronger that meant you could endure him, right? "And I can do it again. Just this time, you won't be so easy to break.”

Cecil sighed as his eyes fell on Mark Grayson. The boy was still near Eve’s bedside, not having moved a single inch since the last time he saw him. Both of his hands were cupped onto Eve's that lay motionless on the bed.

"What do you want, Cecil?" His tired voice called out, not having to turn to know that the old man was behind him. "I told you I wasn't working with you ever again."

"I heard that loud and clear, Mark." Cecil nodded, "I figured you weren't against updates, though."

The young man merely stayed silent, his whole-body language screaming that he didn't want to hear him speak anymore.

Cecil grimaced, biting the inside of his cheek. The idea he had seemed like it wasn't going to work, only made up with a few clues then and there, but he was already here so it would be a waste not to try it.

"There's a lot happening out there. It's difficult to keep up with everything."

Mark stayed silent, unresponsive as his eyes were staring only at the injured red head.

Cecil carried on, "I had to come up with creative solutions to the issues of not having resources, people—superheroes to go out there and protect the world."

Mark stayed unmoving, not reacting an inch.

"Do you remember the criminal you ‘helped’ capture? Vandal?—"

"It's (Y/N)." Grayson jolted, turning to look at Cecil with stern eyes. His hands were still on Eve's, though he noted the small pull away. Mark repeated your name again, making sure to glare at him.

"... That's interesting. I didn't find out until today that was their actual name." The older man was quick to point out, raising a brow. "How did you know that? Didn't care to share with the rest of the class?"

Mark hesitated, his eyes flickering away from Cecil. "They told me it the first time we fought. Must've slipped my mind." He vaguely dismissed, clearing his throat.

He had accidentally crossed your path when he first started out his career as Invincible. He was still getting a hang on things, training to be a great hero just like his dad.

It took him a little bit too long to register that you were a bad guy—a criminal that he should've jumped to stop as soon as his eyes laid on the path of destruction you caused without care of who you hurt.

Then it took him even longer to move from his spot with how strangely enamored he was with you. Mark was overcome by this sudden rush of attraction that he had subconsciously held his breath.

If it weren't for his viltrumite make up, he would've passed out with how much oxygen he deprived his lungs.

Did criminals usually have this effect on heroes? Fascinated, interested, curious, enamored? (Mark later found out that no, villains did not have this effect on heroes—for whatever reason, it was only you).

Once he finally snapped out of it, he was quick to try and stop you. Though with how inexperienced he was with fighting and your brawniness, you won. Beaten to a pulp, his body was sore and tired as he lay on the ground, groaning from the punches.

"Ah—shit." A whine escaped his throat. Was being a superhero going to be this painful all the time?

You crouched down to his level, eyeing his costume that hugged his body. "It isn't a good idea to jump at a bitch wrecking the place while being a baby super." You commented, your eyes filled with pity.

You didn't take amusement in practically beating up an infant. His reactions were delayed, he didn’t know what to do when you did this or that—it was embarrassingly obvious he was new. "Downright idiotic." You muttered. They just let anyone play hero, huh?

"Idiotic and Invincible shares the same letter," he coughed, shifting to look at you. A sharp pain jolted up his spine. "Ah, that hurts!—So, uh, I guess they go hand in hand." He let out a nervous smile, giddiness budding at the pit of his stomach as he wiped off the blood that had dried out his upper lip.

It's wrong to feel so... so excitedly nervous about how close you were. Sure okay, you got close so you could punch and throw him around while you two fought—but right now Mark had the time to take you in fully.

You snorted, a giggle jumping out your lips. You weren't expecting him to crack a joke like that while he was beaten to a pulp and wow—that giggle of yours was beautiful. That made his heart dance and his stomach sick with how many butterflies there were.

You quickly covered your laughter, rubbing a hand over your mouth. "Invincible is a stupid name. You don’t even live up to it with—fucking, y’know." You gestured to the tip of head to the ends of his feet.

"What's yours? We can compare."

"… I got the name Vandal, it's a stupid name too." You shrugged, pushing yourself to stand.

He tried to sit up, though shots of pain riddled him to fall. He didn't want you to leave so quickly—not out of fear you would go back to destroying stuff but out of fear he may not ever see you again.

"Is there another name I can call you? I-I mean, I would like the person who beat me up to at least like their name." Mark stuttered out, a strained smile on his face.

You eyed him, raising a brow. Unimpressed at his lame reasoning. "What kind of reason is that?"

"Uh, I—well you know, erm—" His cheeks flushed a baby pink.

You sighed, finding yourself pitying the new hero more. Did no one teach him anything? "Fine." You’ll humor this. Giving you his name wouldn't hurt, besides even if he told others, it wasn't enough to track you down. “It’s (Y/N).”

"Hm. Okay. Moving on." Cecil hummed, not convinced. “I had her be taken out of her cell. She's out on the field."

Now that got a response out of Mark. He let go of Eve's hand, his body moving in the blink of an eye as he appeared in front of Cecil. It caught the older man by surprise, taking a hurried step back.

“What do you mean out in the field? They shouldn’t be out there. They’re supposed to be in a prison cell. They’re supposed to be safe. I remember you saying that word for word!”

“That was after this shitshow started. Prior arrangements had to be moved around and changed.” He defended himself, narrowing his eyes at how quickly he was to mad when you were handled in a manner he disagreed with.

This pattern of possessiveness he had over a criminal was wrong.

Cecil had chosen to ignore this, chalking it up to some petty rivalry over the fact you had beaten him a couple of times—but now it was clear as day that it was definitely way more than that.

Just how much more was what Cecil was curious about. He needed to see exactly what you meant to him and if he could use that for his own gain. “If they can handle fighting against you, then hell, they can certainly handle themselves against one of those variants. I needed all the manpower I can get, and they were the perfect option.”

“That still gave you no right!” He screamed.

“It does when the guy who can go head to toe with those invaders out there won’t leave this goddamn room.” Cecil retorted.

“So—So what?! They can die, Cecil.” He huffed, his fists clenching at the idea you were out there in harm’s way.

“Why does that matter so much to you, Mark? What exactly are they to you for you to be worked over this? I don’t have to be omnipotent to know they don’t give a damn about you—not a single thought. Yet you’re here caring for them as if you’re their friend.” He paused, “Are you?”

Mark hitched breath, a lump in his throat as he brought his hands to hold onto his face.

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you, and he knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about you as much as he should, but he couldn’t stop. His mind always wandered.

Day and night without fail at some point his thoughts would be consumed by you, someone he barely knew anything about—someone that he shouldn’t be thinking of.

Mark tried to stay away from you—at least that’s what he told himself to make him feel better. He always jumped at the chance to get to you whenever you were back on your rampaging antics. Other heroes noticed, offering to take his place instead but he sternly refused.

He was territorial about being the one to stop you, being the one to fight you, being the one to be with you.

Mark told himself that he thought about you so frequently because of that pitiful ‘kindness’ you showed him at your guys’ first encounter.

From that, you must’ve been much better at being a reformed criminal than a bad guy who took joy in seeing wreckage.

So, he tried to convince you to change your ways.

That’s what a superhero does, right? Not just help distressed citizens but everyone, even criminals. He offered to help you lead a better life than the one you had right now, guide you on how to use your powers for good rather than bad.

He also offered you companionship, friendship—a chance to have a deeper relationship than the close to nothing relationship you two currently had.

He was hurt every time you rejected him. Not hurt from the fact you rejected turning a new leaf but hurt that you rejected his friendship. Fine, you turned down being a good guy, whatever, but why turn him down?

Couldn’t you see that Mark ran to you each time? Couldn’t you see that he had got stronger, faster, better, each time you fought just to impress you? Couldn’t you see that he craved to know you more, the one who he knew nothing about yet haunted him every day?

The bruises that you left on his body were the only thing you gave him that held a part of you—and he would stare at them in the mirror as he traced over them remembering the fists he came to memorize.

The bruises were the only thing you didn’t reject to give, and he hoped they never faded so he can carry the ghost of your touch on his body. It was ridiculous how distraught he’d become when he noticed the purple fading, disappointed when his regular color came back.

Mark Grayson tried to drop it—drop you. He was driving himself crazy over a stranger that wanted nothing to do with him. He tried tearing himself away from the idea of you, but he came back running whenever he heard you were out there.

Why couldn’t he have you? No. Why couldn’t you have him?

Cecil voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Well, Mark, are you?”

“No, we’re not friends.” He responded, his torn voice muffled by his hands.

“Then what is it? What is it ‘cause with how I’m seeing things no one should be caring so much about a stranger as you are right now.” Cecil bombarded, continuing to pile more questions on him relentlessly, pushing the boy’s buttons.

The half-viltrumite ran his hands to his hair, his fingers intertwining with his black locks as he let out an exhausted, fed-up groan. Why was Cecil asking this? Why was he asking this like he knew the answer? God, he wished he knew the fucking answer.

“Mark, say something. Say something Mark. For the love of God, fucking say something—”

“No! No, I don’t know them at all, I don’t mean anything to them! I’m not their friend. I’m nothing.” He snapped, his voice raised and shouting, his mouth running wild.  “That doesn’t mean that I don’t want them safe! That doesn’t mean I don’t care about them! That doesn’t mean I don’t want them.”

A tense silence fell on the room; the sound of machines next to Eve’s bed beeping.

“... So that’s it. You’re whipped.” Cecil finally broke the silence, scoffing in utter disbelief at what he had just discovered.

“What twisted fascination do you have with them? A criminal who never gave you the light of day, yet you hold this… ” His face contorted, looking away from Mark. “I don’t even know what to call this. Sick? Twisted? Pathetic?”

“… You have no right to berate me or even fucking shame me with your track record.” Mark whispered, “So, shut up. Just shut up.”

“Can’t do that because I’m not done talking.” He side eyed, “Your little crush is being jumped by multiple variants. Last I checked, they ran—but got a suspicion it won’t be easy for them to run away.”

Cecil felt himself slammed to the wall, the white collar of his shirt being tightly gripped. “What? Why didn’t you lead with that!”

“Sorry, kid, didn’t think you’d get your panties in a twist over lawbreakers.” He grunted, staring into Mark’s brown eyes.

“Just tell me where they are.”

“Thinking of joining the fight now? Don’t want to stay here by Eve anymore? All I had to do was dangle something you can never have in front of your face to finally leave this room?”

Mark raised a fist and hit the wall behind the man he pinned. “Just tell me where (Y/N) is.”

Cecil dug his hand into his suit pocket, pushing an earpiece to his chest which Mark quickly caught. “Plug that in and Donald will tell you.” He stated. The grip Mark had on his collar loosened, pushing him aside as he went to grab his mask from the end of the bed.

He took a look at Eve before tearing his eyes away.

As always, he comes running when he hears you’re out there.

"I am having a blast," This sinister version of Invincible smirked, his breathing heavy as he had you pinned to the ground. You made him work up quite a sweat, and he was getting quite thirsty. "You're so new, so fun, so entertaining, so enticing. I'm working up a fucking appetite. Been forever since that happened."

It felt like it has been ages since you were stuck fighting for your life against this man, but it has been only a couple of minutes.

Your face distorted in disgust. A hand of his was holding your two legs together so that you couldn't kick him away even though you were desperately trying to squirm your legs away from his tight grasp.

"Eat shit." You cursed, collecting the saliva that accumulated in your mouth and spitting it to his face—the wad of spit hitting the corner of his lips.

His smile faltered, before grinning again as he cooed at you. "That bitch of a mouth of yours needs work, though." Sinister Invincible parted his lips, his tongue licking the side of his face, collecting the saliva you had thrown at him and swallowing.

"You gross sick fu—hhmp! " Your voice quickly got muffled as he had snaked his gloved fingers inside your mouth with his free hand, the taste of rubber filling your taste buds as you thrashed under his hold. You used your hands to scratch and slap his face, though that seemed to only amuse him further.

His fingers moved to feel your teeth, your tongue that tried to escape the taste of his gloves, and the soft as well as hard palate. You yelled muffled profanities, biting down on his fingers.

Your canine fangs broke through the rubber material of the glove, and he let out a small—was that a fucking moan?—sound as that only served to give him more reason to push his fingers deeper down your mouth. His fingertips scooted to the entrance of your throat, making you choke.

"Bite down harder, cunt." He demanded, and you instinctively listened.

Your teeth pressed down on his skin, the bite breaking it as a metallic taste seeped into your taste buds joining the taste of the rubber gloves.

"Ouggh my god." Sinister Mark moaned; the pain brought by your fangs serving to be pleasurable. Thae hand he used to hold down both of your legs shifted over to one, squeezing hard against the muscles and into the bone. [1]

CRACK!

"HHMP!" Your scream gurgled into his glove, and you gagged soon after from his fingers hitting the back of your throat. The scratch and hits to his head were doing nothing to him, and you scowled as your eyes darted around to find any way to get out of this.

You noticed how your broken leg wasn't immediately healing, like how it should be, and your eyes widen as you remembered the collar the G.D.A had placed around your neck. You had forgotten about it, and you closed your eyes as you knew what to do.

Your hands reached eagerly to the shock collar, digging your fingers between the metal and your neck as you began to tear away at it.

It instantly began sending electricity through your body, riddling your body to the seizing and overwhelming pain that resembled the same sensation when you were hit with that gun during your capture. Your eyes opened, rolling to the back of your skull from the intensity.

You clenched your jaw as you continued to rip it from your neck, trying to keep your eyes open and not lose consciousness as the metal began to rip apart—the wires being revealed.

Whatever was sending the electricity was no longer contained to just your body, zapping in the air and reaching to the black and yellow Invincible that was on top of you.

The electrifying pain met him too, and he yanked his digits out of your mouth as the bolts traveled up to him.

You felt his weight lift off as you ripped the collar in two, gasping for air and rolling to your side.

Your body twitched, there was still electricity coursing through your body—and you felt an intense wave of exhaustion flood you.

No, I can't pass out, I need to get out of here. No, no—

You tried to resist, though black spots were already filling your vision as shapes and colors became a blur. Even then, you tried to crawl to distance yourself from the Invincible.

A sudden tight grip to your hair pulled you toward his direction.

"You disobedient bitch. Who told you to do that?" You heard a growl, the pull of your hair making you whine.

Your hair was suddenly released, feeling a strong gust of wind behind you as Sinister Mark’s voice was thrown off to the distance. You didn’t care to look back, trying to squint to see what was ahead of you.

Your  vision became increasingly blurry and you gagged from having his hand shoved down your throat a few seconds ago. You tried to sit up but failed, your head feeling heavy as it hit the ground.

You internally screamed to stay awake, but darkness hugged you.

Before that however, you felt someone crouch next to you, a hand draped over your forehead as they said something to you. Whatever they said, you couldn’t tell, and you just prayed they were more of a friend than a foe another crazy Invincible.

[reasonsforhope]

Masterpost: Reasons I firmly believe we will beat climate change

Posts are in reverse chronological order (by post date, not article date), mostly taken from my "climate change" tag, which I went through all the way back to the literal beginning of my blog. Will update periodically.

Especially big deal articles/posts are in bold.

Big picture:

Mature trees offer hope in world of rising emissions (x)

Spying from space: How satellites can help identify and rein in a potent climate pollutant (x)

Good news: Tiny urban green spaces can cool cities and save lives (x)

Conservation and economic development go hand in hand, more often than expected (x)

The exponential growth of solar power will change the world (x)

Sun Machines: Solar, an energy that gets cheaper and cheaper, is going to be huge (x)

Wealthy nations finally deliver promised climate aid, as calls for more equitable funding for poor countries grow (x)

For Earth Day 2024, experts are spreading optimism – not doom. Here's why. (x)

Opinion: I’m a Climate Scientist. I’m Not Screaming Into the Void Anymore. (x)

The World’s Forests Are Doing Much Better Than We Think (x)

‘Staggering’ green growth gives hope for 1.5C, says global energy chief (x)

Beyond Catastrophe: A New Climate Reality Is Coming Into View (x)

Young Forests Capture Carbon Quicker than Previously Thought (x)

Yes, climate change can be beaten by 2050. Here's how. (x)

Soil improvements could keep planet within 1.5C heating target, research shows (x)

The global treaty to save the ozone layer has also slowed Arctic ice melt (x)

The doomers are wrong about humanity’s future — and its past (x)

Scientists Find Methane is Actually Offsetting 30% of its Own Heating Effect on Planet (x)

Are debt-for-climate swaps finally taking off? (x)

High seas treaty: historic deal to protect international waters finally reached at UN (x)

How Could Positive ‘Tipping Points’ Accelerate Climate Action? (x)

Specific examples:

Environmental Campaigners Celebrate As Labour Ends Tory Ban On New Onshore Wind Projects (x)

Private firms are driving a revolution in solar power in Africa (x)

How the small Pacific island nation of Vanuatu drastically cut plastic pollution (x)

Rewilding sites have seen 400% increase in jobs since 2008, research finds [Scotland] (x)

The American Climate Corps take flight, with most jobs based in the West (x)

Waste Heat Generated from Electronics to Warm Finnish City in Winter Thanks to Groundbreaking Thermal Energy Project (x)

Climate protection is now a human right — and lawsuits will follow [European Union] (x)

A new EU ecocide law ‘marks the end of impunity for environmental criminals’ (x)

Solar hits a renewable energy milestone not seen since WWII [United States] (x)

These are the climate grannies. They’ll do whatever it takes to protect their grandchildren. [United States and Native American Nations] (x)

Century of Tree Planting Stalls the Warming Effects in the Eastern United States, Says Study (x)

Chart: Wind and solar are closing in on fossil fuels in the EU (x)

UK use of gas and coal for electricity at lowest since 1957, figures show (x)

Countries That Generate 100% Renewable Energy Electricity (x)

Indigenous advocacy leads to largest dam removal project in US history [United States and Native American Nations] (x)

India’s clean energy transition is rapidly underway, benefiting the entire world (x)

China is set to shatter its wind and solar target five years early, new report finds (x)

‘Game changing’: spate of US lawsuits calls big oil to account for climate crisis (x)

Largest-ever data set collection shows how coral reefs can survive climate change (x)

The Biggest Climate Bill of Your Life - But What Does It DO? [United States] (x)

Good Climate News: Headline Roundup April 1st through April 15th, 2023 (x)

How agroforestry can restore degraded lands and provide income in the Amazon (x) [Brazil]

Loss of Climate-Crucial Mangrove Forests Has Slowed to Near-Negligable Amount Worldwide, Report Hails (x)

Agroecology schools help communities restore degraded land in Guatemala (x)

Climate adaptation:

Solar-powered generators pull clean drinking water 'from thin air,' aiding communities in need: 'It transforms lives' (x)

‘Sponge’ Cities Combat Urban Flooding by Letting Nature Do the Work [China] (x)

Indian Engineers Tackle Water Shortages with Star Wars Tech in Kerala (x)

A green roof or rooftop solar? You can combine them in a biosolar roof — boosting both biodiversity and power output (x)

Global death tolls from natural disasters have actually plummeted over the last century (x)

Los Angeles Just Proved How Spongy a City Can Be (x)

This city turns sewage into drinking water in 24 hours. The concept is catching on [Namibia] (x)

Plants teach their offspring how to adapt to climate change, scientists find (x)

Resurrecting Climate-Resilient Rice in India (x)

Edit 1/12/25: Yes, I know a bunch of the links disappeared. I'll try to fix that when I get the chance. In the meantime, read all the other stuff!!

Other Masterposts:

Going carbon negative and how we're going to fix global heating (x)

[physalian]

How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff Part 3

Crazy how one impulsive post has quickly outshined every other post I have made on this blog. Anyway here’s more to consider. Once again, I am recirculating tried-and-true writing advice that shouldn’t have to compromise your author voice and isn’t always applicable when the narrative demands otherwise.

Part 1

Part 2

1. Eliminating to-be verbs (passive voice)

Am/is/are/was/were are another type of filler that doesn’t add anything to your sentences.

There were fireworks in the sky tonight. /// Fireworks glittered in the sky tonight.

My cat was chirping at the lights on the ceiling. /// My cat chirped at the lights on the ceiling.

She was standing /// She stood

He was running /// He ran

Also applicable in present tense, of which I’ve been stuck writing lately.

There are two fish-net goals on either end of the improvised field. /// Two fish-net goals mark either end of the improvised field.

For once, it’s a cloudless night. /// For once, the stars shine clear.

Sometimes the sentence needs a little finagling to remove the bad verb and sometimes you can let a couple remain if it sounds better with the cadence or syntax. Generally, they’re not necessary and you won’t realize how strange it looks until you go back and delete them (it also helps shave off your word count).

Sometimes the to-be verb is necessary. You're writing in past-tense and must convey that.

He was running out of time does not have the same meaning as He ran out of time, and are not interchangeable. You'd have to change the entire sentence to something probably a lot wordier to escape the 'was'. To-be verbs are not the end of the world.

2. Putting character descriptors in the wrong place

I made a post already about motivated exposition, specifically about character descriptions and the mirror trope, saying character details in the wrong place can look odd and screw with the flow of the paragraph, especially if you throw in too many.

She ties her long, curly, brown tresses up in a messy bun. /// She ties her curls up in a messy brown bun. (bonus alliteration too)

Generally, I see this most often with hair, a terrible rule of threes. Eyes less so, but eyes have their own issue. Eye color gets repeated at an exhausting frequency. Whatever you have in your manuscript, you could probably delete 30-40% of the reminders that the love interest has baby blues and readers would be happy, especially if you use the same metaphor over and over again, like gemstones.

He rolled his bright, emerald eyes. /// He rolled his eyes, a vibrant green in the lamplight.

To me, one reads like you want to get the character description out as fast as possible, so the hand of the author comes in to wave and stop the story to give you the details. Fixing it, my way or another way, stands out less as exposition, which is what character descriptions boil down to—something the audience needs to know to appreciate and/or understand the story.

3. Lacking flow between sentences

Much like sentences that are all about the same length with little variety in syntax, sentences that follow each other like a grocery list or instruction manual instead of a proper narrative are difficult to find gripping.

Jack gets out a stock pot from the cupboard. He fills it with the tap and sets it on the stove. Then, he grabs russet potatoes and butter from the fridge. He leaves the butter out to soften, and sets the pot to boil. He then adds salt to the water.

From the cupboard, Jack drags a hefty stockpot. He fills it with the tap, adds salt to taste, and sets it on the stove.

Russet potatoes or yukon gold? Jack drums his fingers on the fridge door in thought. Russet—that’s what the recipe calls for. He tosses the bag on the counter and the butter beside it to soften.

This is just one version of a possible edit to the first paragraph, not the end-all, be-all perfect reconstruction. It’s not just about having transitions, like ‘then’, it’s about how one sentence flows into the next, and you can accomplish better flow in many different ways.

4. Getting too specific with movement.

I don’t see this super often, but when it happens, it tends to be pretty bad. I think it happens because writers feel the need to overcompensate and over-clarify on what’s happening. Remember: The more specific you get, the more your readers are going to wonder what’s so important about these details. This is fiction, so every detail matters.

A ridiculous example:

Jack walks over to his closet. He kneels down at the shoe rack and tugs his running shoes free. He walks back to his desk chair, sits down, and ties the laces.

Unless tying his shoes is a monumental achievement for this character, all readers would need is:

Jack shoves on his running shoes.

*quick note: Do not add "down" after the following: Kneels, stoops, crouches, squats. The "down" is already implied in the verb.

This also happens with multiple movements in succession.

Beth enters the room and steps on her shoelace, nearly causing her to trip. She kneels and ties her shoes. She stands upright and keeps moving.

Or

Beth walks in and nearly trips over her shoelace. She sighs, reties it, and keeps moving.

Even then, unless Beth is a chronically clumsy character or this near-trip is a side effect of her being late or tired (i.e. meaningful), tripping over a shoelace is kind of boring if it does nothing for her character. Miles Morales’ untied shoelaces are thematically part of his story.

Sometimes, over-describing a character’s movement is meant to show how nervous they are—overthinking everything they’re doing, second-guessing themselves ad nauseam. Or they’re autistic coded and this is how this character normally thinks as deeply methodical. Or, you’re trying to emphasize some mundanity about their life and doing it on purpose.

If you’re not writing something where the extra details service the character or the story at large, consider trimming it.

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These are *suggestions* and writing is highly subjective. Hope this helps!

[eveningcherryblossoms]

It's A Beta Life, Not A Better Life | Part 6

A platonic yandere Batfam x neglected beta reader story

Unlike Bruce and Dick, Jason had never known your mother. As a matter of fact, he hadn't even known of your mother's existence until news of her death destroyed Bruce in one blow and you came to live at the manor.

Jason was thirteen then, scarcely a year off the street. Even to this day the past still haunted him–trying to ignore pangs of hunger as he dug through the dumpster, huddling by a fire in an oil drum with other street kids, stealing whatever valuables he could get his hands on. Then there were the Batmobile tires and suddenly he was removed from all that to the home of literally the richest pack in Gotham. Suddenly three meals a day, a comfortable bed, hot showers, brand-new clothes, medicine for sicknesses, even school were no longer a dream he'd had to give up on after his mother's death.

Then suddenly, you arrived.

You, Bruce's biological child with the omega he loved. Versus him, a street rat Bruce adopted on what he wouldn't have been surprised to be but the whim of an eccentric rich man–even if said man was also secretly the vigilante of Gotham, whom he'd been assisting as Robin. It should be obvious who was more important between you and him.

Jason would take the truth to his second grave, but the truth was he unintentionally acted like a two-faced omega antagonist in one of those cliche brainless novels. What was the Chinese term for it again, white lotus? Green tea bitch?

One might argue that him presenting without warning so close to your arrival was something beyond his control, as was his heat-addled self rambling of insecurity and inferiority to Bruce. Jason could not help wincing in secondhand embarrassment whenever he remembered his own actions back then anyway.

His young omega self even acted so obviously scared of you then. Like he was at your mercy, like with one word from you Bruce would cast you off back into the street. Why the fuck did he act like that again? It wasn't deliberate; Jason would've sooner beat himself up than act like a victim and villify a pup to secure the love of said pup's father.

But he still did that. Deliberate or not, his going omega self did keep acting scared around you. He also did keep hanging out with Bruce, Dick, and Alfred without mentioning you–sometimes because he genuinely forgot to, but some other times because he actively decided not to say a word.

When Joker killed him in that warehouse, Jason thought it was divine retribution.

Then, inexplicably, he came back to life. He got taken by Talia to the League of Assassins and dipped in the Lazarus Pit, coming out even more inexplicably an alpha. Full of power and rage and craving for vengeance. Any thought of you was set aside after that.

By the time Jason realized it, you had grown up. An alpha pup, still newly presented. But already daring to bark and strut around Crime Alley like you owned it.

(You really didn't. You just walked there normally to and from school.)

Had Jason remained an omega... Well, who knew how he would've treated you. As things were, he merely instructed his lieutenants to keep an eye out. He had given you a warning, so if you dared mess around in his Crime Alley Jason wouldn't hesitate to scruff you all the way back to Daddy Bat.

Jason scoffed to himself. That would be his way to make amends for his omega self's actions, without losing his dignity as Red Hood–leaving your discipline to your pack alpha.

Another goddamn alpha in this goddamn pack, Jason thought, exasperated. If you were a beta...

He paused. Blinked. Imagined a world where you did present as a beta. Grinned to himself.

Hah, yeah. No way. If you were a beta and dared go about his territory like that... Jason wouldn't hesitate to claim you for himself and the pack.

Who told an unclaimed beta to wander by their self?

As you hit another bullseye, you marked down two months.

Currently, you were in one of your late mother's properties. Your mother had used most of her inheritance to purchase properties around the world and had them rented out–all but the ones in Gotham, like this one. You had known about it from the start, and for about nearly two months you'd been using the Gotham properties to train or research in under the guise of checking them out.

People who knew you were doing so would only assume you were scouting for a den or nest out of the Wayne pack. It was a common practice for the 'elites' to have their private place as soon as they presented, and even without the Waynes being connected to you, you still could pass as one thanks to your mother.

You reloaded the gun in your hand, used a hand mirror to check the corner, then darted down the path once you saw the path was clear. When two opponents suddenly stepped from either side of the intersections, you ducked and took down the one closest to you with a sweeping kick, dodging the other's bullet by the skin of your teeth. You aimed and hit the shooter between the eyes, then turned around and threw your whole weight into the first attacker that had quietly gotten up intending to ambush you.

You shot them as well. As the first attacker fell back with blood spraying from the forehead, a holographic notification appeared before you:

STAGE CLEARED.

Satisfied, you shut down the VR and took off your headset. That wasn't bad at all–you had improved steadily these two months. Hardly enough to take down a real pack yet, moreover to make you feel safe. Oh well, baby steps.

Your faint smile morphed into a frown when you recollected yesterday's event. For once in his life Dick seemed to have meant his latest promise–to help you as an omega. He still didn't fulfill the promise, citing an emergency in Bludhaven, but did thrust a pile of blankets and hoodies soaked with his scent into your arms before leaving.

That was... unexpected. You couldn't afford anything unexpected at this stage.

You slowly tapped a forefinger to your other arm. An 'emergency in Bludhaven' kept Dick away and inadvertently rescued you from being discovered by him. You remembered many more occasions where emergencies kept him in the neighboring city.

Could you maybe, probably, arrange for something to keep him there longer?

me the first time writing Jason's pov: Oh no he's too kind here gotta rewrite

me the second time: ...have I maligned your character, Jason?

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[brittle-doughie]

Can you elaborate on these beast marks if you haven’t already? This is the first time I’ve heard of them

Beast Marks and You

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After each encounter with the Beast Cookies, they’ll leave a mark on or in your body. This will allow them to stay connected to you long after you’ve escaped them. This means being able to invade your dreams or even appear as hallucinations and voices in your head. The marks appear on different forms for each Beast.

An eye on your forehead from Shadow Milk Cookie.

Flour dust on your wrists from Mystic Flpur Cookie.

Slash marks on your body from Burning Spice Cookie.

A pair of closed angel wings that cover your heart from Eternal Sugar Cookie.

They’ll take these opportunities to wear you down until eventually, one of them will break you and surrender you to the Beasts to keep forever.

During the Flower City side-story, I’ve shown that being too far from Crispia weakened the Beasts’ hold on you as well as the effects of Golden Osmanthus Cookie’s incense being able to weaken them as well. This did not go unnoticed by the Beasts, who will try to do what they can to prolong your use of the incense.

It’s not a one way street, however. Having the marks also meant that you hold some power of the Beasts themselves. All you had to do was to allow the Beast to ingrain themselves into you for a moment. The only indicator of control is when your eyecings flash a Beast’s color for a second.

A shield of flour from Mystic Flour Cookie that guarded against attacks.

A boost in strength from Burning Spice Cookie.

Increased deception and persuasion from Shadow Milk Cookie.

Temporary flight with sugar wings from Eternal Sugar Cookie.

These might sound beneficial to you, but it comes at the cost of allowing the Beast Cookie to hold a greater control over your head. Only use these capabilities when you absolutely had to and sever their control as soon as you’re done, do not let them control you for any longer than you need them to.

The Grand Cookie Games trio (Choco Drizzle, Pudding A La Mode, and Green Tea Mousse) unfortunately experienced firsthand what happens when you allow Burning Spice Cookie to have you. What should’ve been just a way to get the upper hand turned into a one sided fight that ended with the three utterly defeated. Do not let it happen again.

There is currently no way to remove the marks and they’re invisible to all but you. Your entourage of Dumpling, Salsa, and Crowned Cupcake are currently working in place to figure out a way to remove the Beasts’ hold on you. Until then, you’re forced to run the gauntlet of facing odd against the Beasts as they take every part of you.

It may seem cruel, to take control of a Cookie and torment them. However, understand that this comes from a place of interest, even love, from the Beasts. You’re the only Cookie they’ve done this to, you’re special to them. They can only hope that you’ll come to understand in the end. Whether it be now or when you’re dragged into the Silver Tree with them…

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[eeboyysworld]

“ Do you think you’ll kill for me one day? “

“Yes, of course i will my darling..”

Gi-hun!X Male!reader X In-ho!

Genre: Smut

Contains/Warnings?: Blood(Ofc its squid game), Blindfolds, reader is restrained, Dacryphilia , Degradation, Double penetrating from both ends,sexual voyeurism, ( guard being a pervert ) Bottom reader!

Player 001 and Player 456,Both mysterious in their own ways,you couldn’t tell if they loved each other or hated each other..And somehow, you managed to get yourself in the middle of them..literally.

You couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you the same way they did, and no matter how many times you ignored it, the itch never went away.Their eyes forever stamped onto your skin. It was confusing..did you like it..or did you not?.It didn’t matter, in the end you were always seeking their approval. And they gave you it.

The bathroom you stood in was rather clean, probably because it’s only used once a year and by minimum people.The two men practically dragged you with them, Gi-hun murmuring “need to discuss the next game.” Not finding the need to leave, you let yourself get dragged into, realistically, the best night since you got into this shit-hole.

Understandably you were very awkward, especially in this position. The rope ached your wrists, leaving a red mark behind, the musk of blood and sweat inhabited your senses, a black void covered your sight, leaving you ultimately defenceless.Shivering as a rough hand grabbed your chin, a finger soothing your blood dried cheek.

“Look at you..being so obedient for us.” The mellow voice cooed at sight of you,” If only you could see how desperate you are.”

Biting your lip,as it drew blood, you couldn’t respond even if you wanted to.”-Ah ..stop teasing the poor thing.” Gi-hun, your saviour, the one who picked you up on the first game introduced to you and the many others, you owe him your life.And he knew that, although he didn’t want your life, just your body, and who were you to deny such a person like him.

Warm arms picked you up and perched you onto a lap, tight hands embracing you.Heart pounding with excitement, grounding down into the lap beneath you, his hips shuddering, suddenly he gripped your hips, stopping your movements. Tsking , “ You don’t get to decide when to move.-“Nipping at your neck, leaving kisses,he continues.” Only we get to decide your every step.”

Short breaths left you, red faced as they continue to bather you with dirty words and affection.Confusion was written all over your face, lips stuck in a pout.

Gi-hun’s sharp teeth sank into the crane of your neck, licking over the marks he left.Behind you, In-ho continued to grind into you, moving your hips along with his pace.They’re scents made you dizzy, pleasure and irritation flowed inside you,mewling from the amount of attention you received and the little attention for your own release.

“We have to hurry, before we get caught.” You had gotten used to the torment you got from them ,that it surprised you when a pair of cold hands yanked the green joggers down, a gasp left your chapped lips, the pre-cum stained the boxers you worn, leaving the tip cold.

“Come here baby-“ although your sights were removed from you , you stood up ,legs wobbly clinging onto the man you called your saviour. He kissed with passion and love, completely different from the man behind you, who was shoving his pants off, cock sprung and aching for touch.

Removing you from the other , he spat right onto your hole , sliding a finger up and down before shoving it in you without warning. “Mmgh-“ hiding into the crook of gi-hun’s neck, biting down on the sweater he wore, drool labouring down the fabric

“Already undone by just a finger-“ picking up the pace , “-Pathetic slut.” another was added and it continued until you were ready for him. By the time the prep was done , you were a wreck, back arched and tears stained the cloth, spit connecting with whatever you could latch on to hide the mewls you couldn’t hold in.

Being thrown into the stoic man’s lap yet again , his hands guided you down onto his length, giving a second to adjust before he lifted you up, leaving the tip to almost slip out, and then slammed right down again. Head thrown back as he continued to plung in and out , wet noises engulfed the bathroom, leaving whoever was out there to wonder.

Without time to recover, another hand yanked your head down, mouth gapped open allowed the other man ,who was watching before deciding to give in.” I hope you forgive me after this..” you had no clue what he meant, until a few moments passed before something was shoved into your warm mouth, his nails digging into your [h/c] locks, rocking you back and forth to meet in-ho’s harsh thrusts.

Whatever sense you had left was all gone out the window , you didn’t care if someone were to walk in and catch you guys , your cock needed touch, aching and red,and the two didn’t care for your needs.

Part of you wanted to get mad at them for it, but the other obeyed, leaving your tip over flowing with pre-cum.

Spit dripped down onto the floor , the moans leaving you too fast to comprehend the squeaky entrance door opening slightly.

Slaps echoed the room leaving no trace for anything else to be heard. Frankly, the guard hadn’t had a clue on what was happening, why were you guys taking so long. He wasn’t gonna find out , if it wasn’t for the rectangle head to appear, he wouldn’t have.But he was just a lousy triangle.

After being in there for one second, he knew what was happening in that stall. He should be putting his gun up, telling you guys that wasn’t allowed, atleast make himself known.But no, it was like he was in a trance, probably form the lack of attention he didn’t get lately, this damn job didn’t give him time to get laid .

Sneaking as quiet as he can, peeking through the hole, eyes wide at the sight that he interrupted. He landed on you , all messy hair and cock left unattended,oh how he would love to grant you some sweet release. He didn’t know your name, he might as well call you slut,after all that’s what he sees, just a whore allowing himself to be used like a cock sleeve.

Without batting a breathe , he slipped past his briefs and palmed his hard on, biting his lip to refrain himself.

You three were completely unaware of the audience you received, too lost in the temporary bliss.

They were close, you can tell with the way they became sloppy, clenching down onto the length nestled in you to help him finish. Sucking a little hard and repeatedly swallowing. “ You really know -mmh..know -how to drive a man crazy don’t you sweetheart.”

You could come without anyone touching you with their words, you were about to ,until a hand gripped your base with force. Immediately whining and writhing in their grip. How mean.

Without much warning , besides the shuddering of their hips, gi-hun pulled out before slamming back in before he painted you with his cum.The wet warmness from both men made you shiver. Your gummy walls coated white, marking you as theirs.

One last passionate kiss and lingering touches from the both of them and you guys were out of there, ready to take on whatever came your way (literally).

Only problem was, you didn’t have your release. That had you tossing and turning the whole night.

Maybe the guard from earlier would help you.. afterall you weren’t picky.

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AN: ain’t alor of squid game and male readers 😔 so here you go‼️ sorry if it’s bad 🙏

Ps Let me know if I should make more

[orphicsun]

hi hi

we all know ellie’s a loser but can we pls get some subtop ellie pretty please with a cherry on top :3

warnings: subtop!ellie, use of strap-ons(e!), accidental orgasms

Sex is a timeline, if you think about it in such a way.

The chase: it's either with a lover or a stranger who looks just right underneath party lights and with enough liquid courage in your system. Sometimes, it may be a simple 'are you in the mood?' from your spouse. The build-up: the one thing plenty of men can't seem to understand. You need to take a needle and thread to sex, gently weave in and out before you finish the entire thing. The urgency that pairs with the rise as you try to hold back your orgasm because the way your partner leaves those sloppy kisses on your neck isn't helping. The orgasm being the infamous matter and the usual goal, and then the fall. That steep fall back down to the green Earth.

With Ellie, though? Sex isn't a chronological timeline. It is defined with many pit stops that may affectionately annoy you and altogether frustrate you past your body's needy limits.

Your girlfriend is already on top of you, lounging casually between your legs. Your eyes are glued to the tv. It's something you take interest in, but Ellie is restless.

"Babe.." She pries her hands from underneath your waist from which they were wrapped around and playfully squeezes the fat of your boobs.

"Hm?" You give her half your attention, but it isn't enough. She is now seeking more.

"Closet trip?" Ellie suggests. It's code for "Can I the strap-on from the closet and fuck your brains out?"

You don't bite, though. It's the chase that you prolong. You know it's worth it to savor her, reel her in as she gives this her all. Because the second she is inside your silken heat, you know what happens.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological.

"Right now?" You play dumb.

Ellie scoffs lightly; you're cute, though. "Yeah, right now. But..you can say no if you don't want to."

But even as she speaks, Ellie deflates and desperates all the same. She removes her hands from your tits to squeeze your sides, and then she simply frees you from her grasp. She is a smart cookie, you'll give her that.

“Sure. Lemme turn this show off.” Ellie is already rushing. to your closet. The chase was a victory.

Ellie's build-up is sliding through your fold and nudging at your clit until she can't stand it anymore, needing to be inside of you. Like I said, the sex Ellie gives you isn't the usual. The foreplay last night was nearly two hours worth, and now you get this.

"Can I put it in, babe?" Ellie offers the question with a neediness to her tone, offering you an out before..well, before the unique process of sex with Ellie.

"You wanna fuck me, Ellie? Are you gonna make me cum?"

She huffs a needy breath, panting like a dog into your ear. "Mmmhmm..wanna feel your pussy, pleasepleaseplease."

"C'mon, sweetie. I wanna feel you inside me already."

Ellie doesn't hesitate to spread your lips with the smooth tip of the toy until your slick coats it. Then she eagerly pushes into your hole, soft whimpers leaving her throat as if she can really feel you around her.

She has to freeze mid-stroke just to collect herself, not even bottomed-out in your tightness. She is losing all train of thought just being inside you, and is honestly a little terrified she may just start pounding into your cunt with reckless abandon. She has to control herself, though.

"Your pussy's so sweet, baby. It feels so good being in you..i love being in you.." she blabbers, half-incoherent.

You stifle a whimper. "Yeah? Can you start moving, Ellie?"

Ellie gives you a quick, enthusiastic nod and immediately begins to fuck you. You can't contain your moans at the feeling of her skin against yours, her own arousal noticeably dripping down the harness and her freckled, pale thighs.

And she fully loses her ability to do anything but move her hips as you leave scratch marks far down her broad back. It's own of your favorite features on her—despite her lean, janky build that you fantasize about when you're alone, her back is a contrast to it, and that is why it's always covered in pink scratch lines.

You're quite close after enough movements. Ellie is eager and fast, but it's that which turns you on. It's the way she mewls while she's deep in your pussy, the fact that she wants to be deep enough to make your cervix feel her the next day. You'll be sore from the sweet little, frankly sloppy thrusts she gives you. It's worth it, though.

But you know Ellie, you've done this many times before. You can't be surprised when she thrusts sputter until she ultimately stops on top of your body. She lets out a soft noise.

"S-Sorry, babe..I got really tired. Mind taking over for me?" She sounds almost like a puppy who got into the trash. It makes you clench around her despite the lack of friction.

"No problem." You find yourself soon situated on her lap, sinking back down onto her. The sight is something Ellie has to take a mental snap of and shamelessly finger herself when thinking of later—your hands supporting yourself so closely together that your tits are pressed in a delicious sight. Your hair is messy from previously just laying back against the pillow and taking her until now, and your lips.. they're moving towards her.

While you and Ellie share a wet, filthy kiss, the back of your thighs meet the edges of her waist. Your hips move slightly back and forth, raising and sinking back down. Your eyes flutter, half-lidded and struggling to stay open. Moments like these are the ones Ellie wants to open her sketchbook for and scratch away, wanting to capture each and every sensation and visual. It's impossible to replicate this moment, however.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological at all. Before you're even feeling a sign of an impending orgasm from your body, she is shuddering beneath you, her body suddenly squirming before she goes still under you, slumped against the bed. The way you were moving must've rubbed her clit raw underneath her adornment.

You cease your movements. "Did you..?"

She nods and catches her breath. "Sorry. I can finish you off if you need?" She sweetly offers, grabbing your hips with those bony fingertips of hers, ready to flip you back over.

And the cycle begins.

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Bad Idea (1)

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary- Natasha proposes that the two of you become friends with benefits.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI- Friends with Benefits, Fingering, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Face-sitting.

This is an old fic I found from my ao3 so the writing quality isn't that good, apologies but I don't have the time to improve it.

General Master List Ch2 | Ch3

“What?” your eyes widened at the spy’s words as she stared at you from across the table. Her piercing green eyes watched you with an intent as you took in her offer. “You want to be friends with benefits?” It was your turn for your eyes to watch her now as she leaned forward on the table to grab a shot of vodka before sitting back, her eyes never leaving your own.

“Yes,” she purred, “There can be nothing more than sex.”

You subtly clenched your jaw at her words, unsure if this was going to be a bad idea. Is it smart to be friends with benefits with the woman you secretly love? Probably not but the way she was looking at you knocked all sense of reason out of you. Slowly, a smirk made its way onto your face as you took a shot before finally answering her question.

“Yes,” you rasped out, “I’ll take whatever you offer me.” You walked around the table to stand behind the assassin, your body still not touching hers as you leaned down to murmur in her ear. “And I’ll take you however you want me to.”

Her breath hitched at your words before she turned her head so you could see her dilated pupils and parted lips. “And if I want to take you?”

Your lips ghosted hers as you teased her, both of sets of eyes trained on each other’s lips, “Then I’ll beg you to fuck me.”

“It’s a deal then,” she whispered before pulling out her chair and walking away towards the door, her hips swaying as she looks over her shoulder at you. “See you later,” she purrs before slipping out the door leaving you to smile to yourself. This was definitely a bad idea.

***

“Fuck,” moaned Natasha as you pressed her up against her bedroom door, your knee slotted between her legs and pressed against her core. You crashed your lips back to hers and ran your tongue along her bottom lip seeking entrance. Her hands threaded themselves in your hair as she gasped and panted into your mouth, her hip grinding along your toned knee for friction.

“What do you want?” you husked out while moving your kisses along her jaw and neck. Your whole body felt on fire as she squirmed in your grasp, desperate for some sort of relief. A relief she could only get from you. Your hands settled of her hips to stop her from moving causing a low whine to leave her lips. “So needy,” you mocked while moving a hand to tangle in her fiery locks so you could tug her head back. With her neck bared to you, you placed hot, open mouthed kisses along her pulse point while murmuring, “I asked you a question darling.”

“Please,” she begged while trying her best to move her hips despite your super soldier strength grip on them. “Please fuck me,” her tone sultry as you watched react to your touch. Suddenly you ripped the shirt she was wearing cause a loud gasp to escape her lips.

“Sorry,” you murmured earning a chuckle from the pinned woman that was quickly replaced by a moan as you kissed the top of her breasts. Swiftly, your hands made their way to beneath her thighs so you could pick her up and take her to her bed. Her legs wrapped themselves around your toned stomach as you busied yourself on leaving small bites at the top of her breasts. As soon as your knees hit the bed, you placed her down and crawled on top of her while removing your own shirt. Slithers of green were left in her eyes as she stared at your body before reclaiming your lips. Your hands immediately went to unclasp her bra. You quickly took a breast into mouth and swirled your tongue around her sensitive nipple, making her back arch. “You’re so beautiful,” you muttered while switching breasts causing a blush to appear on her face. “So pretty,” you continued while biting a mark onto her chest earning a sinful noise from the woman beneath you, “And you're all mine to ruin.”

“Please,” she begged and you only chuckled into her skin at her impatience. Your hands slipped under her joggers before sliding out again to rest on her abs earning a frustrated groan. “Stop teasing me and fuck me,” she muttered out while you kept your eyes on her.

“I was going to say if you want to stop, I’ll stop,” your tone gentle earning a small smile from the spy. Her hands tugged you back up to her face and her lips immediately connected to yours as she whimpered into the kiss.

“Thanks,” she whispered, “Now fuck me.”

You returned to your position of above her core and swiftly pull down her remaining cloths making her gasp as the cold air met her exposed cunt. You didn’t give her chance to beg you again before sucking and licking at her clit, her hands tangled in your hair as you ate her out. Your tongue explored and tasted her as her hips moved in search of more across your face making you put a steady hand on her waist to hold her still. “Be a good girl and stay still.” A low moan left her lips at the praise and you knew she liked that. “Oh you like that?” you teased as your finger ran along her folds, her fae turned to the side to hide her blush from you. “Be a good girl and look at me Natasha.” As soon as her eyes met yours you thrusted a finger into her and watched her face contort in pleasure. Your mouth went back to her clit and you gradually increased the pace of thrusting your finger in and out of her. Feeling her walls clench around your digit, you added another finger and felt her hips buck at the action. You hummed into her core earning a strangled moan from her and pulled back to watch her throw her head back. Deciding she was wet enough, you slipped in a third finger and felt her stretch around you whilst whimpering at the feeling of being so full.

“Please, faster,” she moaned while tightening the grip she had on your hair. You willingly listened to her and started pumping your fingers in and out of her at a brutal pace causing her legs to tremble around your head. “I’m so close please,” she begged and begged as you kept her on edge with teasing kitten licks to her pussy.

Sensing she couldn’t take it any longer you doubled up your efforts and she almost came instantly. Her whole body tensed before trembling with the after shocks of her intense orgasm. You let her ride her high before crawling back up her body to gently kiss her. Natasha panted against your lips as she tried to regain some composure but that quickly vanished when she heard your next words.

“Please ride my face.”

She groaned into your mouth at your request and she happily moved to straddle your face. You looked up at her with a look of pure desire as she settled herself above you. As soon as your tongue met her cunt, you both moaned and her hands gripped the headboard for support. You slipped your tongue into her making her hips stutter on your face before continuing to grind. Her juices were dripping down your chin at this point but you didn’t care as long as she was moaning on top of you and chasing her high. Her hands once again tangled themselves in your hair and you let her take complete control as she tugged your head to where she wanted you. The sight of her riding your face made you groan into her soaking cunt and the vibrations along with your tongue working wonders, quickly sent the spy over the edge once again. Slowly, you ran your hands up and down her thighs as she calmed down and placed small kisses along her inner thighs. Once she had finished, she moved off your face and laid down next to you, still trying to catch your breath.

“Holy fuck,” she chuckled out while moving her hair out of her face and turning to look at you. “We should have done this a lot sooner,” she joked and you laughed along with her while moving forwards to gently press your lips together.

“How about I make up for lost time then?” you mused while moving back down her body, a smirk on your face as you knew this night was far from over.

[stealingyourbones]

A side effect of Danny’s death by the ghost portal was his wings. They were beautiful in his human form, a sparrow's wings with feathers of light blue matching with patches of white, reminiscent of a cloudy day. In his ghost form they were horrifying. The feathers forever smoking and lightly smoldering, wings blackened with soot that couldn’t be removed no matter how hard you tried. The feather’s shafts and barbs glow a toxic green that dim and brighten at random intervals. The smell of electrical fire and burning flesh permanently lingering on the charred wings. Danny covers up his wings sudden appearance as a metagene making itself present after a traumatic event. It makes sense. He got shocked by the portal so he acquired an ability similar to Ghosts. Normally metagenes adapt to strengthen oneself in a way that relates to the incident that activates them so this isn’t unusual. After all, all ghosts had wings. Wings that displayed how they died or one’s obsession.  Ember's wings were perpetually burning, her feathers wreathed in blue flames. Lunch Lady’s feathers made of meaty flesh, Skulker's armor had tactical metal wings that could shoot their feathers with deadly precision while his actual body had small bat wings that looked as if they were made of stitched together pelts. — Jason doesn’t know how he got wings after being dipped in the Lazarus Pit but apparently it happens in rare cases when the deceased was dead for a prolonged period of time before revival by the Pits. His beautiful giant hawklike wings were a brilliant intimidation tactic when spread to their full wingspan, the dark red plumage speckled with brown, looking like his wings were dipped in blood. They were as beautiful as they were useful. The wings were capable of flight and made no sound while in the air, perfect for traversing Gotham and for stealth missions. The one thing that confused both Jason and the LoA was that his wings would sometimes change.  Whenever the pits clouded his mind you could see his wings appear to bend and twist, looking like they broke in several places and didn’t heal correctly. The brown fading away and the dark red of his wings lightening to a cherry color and the lower feathers changing to an ombre of yellow and green. The beautiful plumage now tarnished with scorch marks and concrete dust, the glow of embers scattered around his feathers burning brighter and brighter a bright toxic green the more the pits overwhelmed him.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

dead on main -Magical ceremony bullshit (danny is trans bc i will die on this hill)

“Wait, wait-” Danny held up his hands. Clockwork smirked at his student, obviously enjoying the shit show so far. “To stabilize Dani, I have to find my soulmate so she can absorb both their and my DNA? And she will become a baby?”

“Indeed,” Clockwork said.

“This seems like the set up for a weird fanfiction author who loves baby fics,” Danny said, squinting his eyes at Clockwork who just smirked wider. Danny sighed deeply. “Alright fine. How do I find my soulmate?”

“A spell,” Clockwork said. “Here, let us begin.”

-

Jason did not think he'd wake up with agowing green mark on his chest. One that matched the Pits perfectly.

He did not like it either.

“What the fuck is this?” he shouted, staring at the mark in disgust.

If this was more Pit shit (probably was given the colour) he was going to loose it.

Jason spent about two hours trying to wash the mark off with various things he had in the house, his first aid kit and sadly used concoctions he found while Googling how to remove stains from skin.

Nothing. With a growl, Jason pulled on a shirt. He would have to go to the Cave, wouldn't he? Fucking hell he didn't want to. He might have a better relationship with the Bat Clan after Bruce helped fund a group who wanted to have Joker tried out of state (which resulted in the man’s death as there wasn't a corrupt judge wanting to take advantage of his chaos) but he still didn't like them. At all.

Stomping into the cave, he glared at the others who looked shocked he was there. “I need help from a magic user,” he said bluntly.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asked, all business in a second after his shock. Jason simply pulled the neck of his shirt down to reveal the mark.

It didn't take long for the clan to be kicked into high gear, Tim running to the Batcomputer while Bruce zoomed in like a mother hen to hover around his second eldest son who rolled his eyes.

It also luckily didn't take long for a magic user to come down. Apparently, Tim had blackmail on Constantine that everyone was surprised by.

Jason wasn't too much. The baby stalker was like that.

Hopefully, they could figure this out and get it over with.

[batboyblog]

Things the Biden-Harris Administration Did This Week #32

August 30-September 6 2024.

President Biden announced $7.3 billion in clean energy investment for rural communities. This marks the largest investment in rural electrification since the New Deal. The money will go to 16 rural electric cooperatives across 23 states Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kentucky, Michigan, Minnesota, Montana, Nebraska, New Jersey, New Mexico, Nevada, North Dakota, Ohio, Pennsylvania, South Dakota, Texas, Wisconsin, and Wyoming. Together they will be able to generate 10 gigawatts of clean energy, enough to power 5 million households about 20% of America's rural population. This clean energy will reduce greenhouse emissions by 43.7 million tons a year, equivalent to removing more than 10 million cars off the road every year.

The Biden-Harris Administration announced a historic 10th offshore wind project. The latest project approved for the Atlantic coast of Maryland will generate 2,200 megawatts of clean, reliable renewable energy to power 770,000 homes. All together the 10 offshore wind projects approved by the Biden-Harris Administration will generation 15 gigawatts, enough to power 5.25 million homes. This is half way to the Administration's goal of 30 gigawatts of clean offshore wind power by 2030.

President Biden signed an Executive Order aimed at supporting and expanding unions. Called the "Good Jobs EO" the order will direct all federal agencies to take steps to recognize unions, to not interfere with the formation of unions and reach labor agreements on federally supported projects. It also directs agencies to prioritize equal pay and pay transparency, support projects that offer workers benefits like child care, health insurance, paid leave, and retirement benefits. It will also push workforce development and workplace safety.

The Department of Transportation announced $1 billion to make local roads safer. The money will go to 354 local communities across America to improve roadway safety and prevent deaths and serious injuries. This is part of the National Roadway Safety Strategy launched in 2022, since then traffic fatalities have decreased for 9 straight quarters. Since 2022 the program has supported projects in 1,400 communities effecting 75% of all Americans.

The Department of Energy announced $430 million to support America's aging hydropower. Hydropower currently accounts for nearly 27% of renewable electricity generation in the United States. However many of our dams were built during the New Deal for a national average of 79 years old. The money will go to 293 projects across 33 states. These updates will improve energy generation, workplace safety, and have a positive environmental impact on local fish and wildlife.

The EPA announced $300 million to help support tribal nations, and US territories cut climate pollution and boost green energy. The money will support projects by 33 tribes, and the Island of Saipan in the Northern Mariana Islands. EPA Administer Michael S. Regan announced the funds along side Secretary of the Interior Deb Haaland in Arizona to highlight one of the projects. A project that will bring electricity for the first time to 900 homes on the Hopi Reservation.

The Biden-Harris Administration is investing $179 million in literacy. This investment in the Comprehensive Literacy State Development Grant is the largest in history. Studies have shown that the 3rd grade is a key moment in a students literacy development, the CLSD is designed to help support states research, develop, and implement evidence-based literacy interventions to help students achieve key literacy milestones.

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The Justice Department announced the disruption of a major effort by Russia to interfere with the 2024 US Elections. Russian propaganda network, RT, deployed $10 million to Tenet Media to help spread Russian propaganda and help sway the election in favor of Trump and the Republicans as well as disrupting American society. Tenet Media employs many well known conservative on-line personalities such as Benny Johnson, Tim Pool, Lauren Southern, Dave Rubin, Tayler Hansen and Matt Christiansen.

Vice-President Harris outlined her plan for Small Businesses at a campaign stop in New Hampshire. Harris wants to expand from $5,000 to $50,000 tax incentives for startup expenses. This would help start 25 million new small business over four years.

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His Love to Keep

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Prince (Y/N) Targaryen and his cousin-wife, Princess Rhaenyra, have never truly seen eye to eye after she replaced his father as heir and removed him from line of succession. They both find lovers to keep their beds warm but with age and time comes the desire to redo things.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, mentions of marital SA, affairs/cheating on all sides rlly, moon tea usage, mentions of religious guilt?, implied rhaenicent, love triangle trope, canon divergent/AU, sexual/suggestive content, Targcest (Cousins), Rhaenyra is described with her book accurate appearance/body type

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"Must you truly go?"

"It is my duty, Alicent."

"Those boys are bastards," Alicent spoke softly, the cup in hand warming her palms as the subtle smell of tansy and mint drifted from the steam brushing along her skin. She watched ripples form in the tea with the slightest of movements, unable to swallow down the nerves beginning to bubble up underneath her skin. "You are not bound to them. They are not your sons."

"I scarcely see them and they still burst with excitement when I visit." (Y/N) strode forward to close the distance between them, his fingers reaching out to brush aside a curled strand of her auburn hair. Alicent lifted her head toward him, the ghost of a smile gracing her lips when his palm pressed against her cheek and she leaned into it. "They may not be my sons by blood but they are by marriage. They must at least feel cared for, even if once every few moons."

Alicent pursed her lips, her big brown eyes peering up at him. "Would you travel to Dragonstone more often if they were yours?" She asked tentatively, gingerly setting the moon tea on the table and rising from her chair. He watched her, his arm encircling her waist when she grew closer, the soft fabric of her thin nightgown rubbing along his arm. "Or would you return to me as you so often do?"

(Y/N) chuckled breathily, his (E/C) eyes crinkling with amusement and his free hand rising to cup her cheek once more. He leaned in and kissed her gently, their eyes fluttering shut as they exchanged breaths. Alicent's arms slipped around his shoulders and pressed her body close to his, eager to soak up whatever she could before they'd be forced apart again by duty. The back of her hips met the side of the table and she leaned back against it, her leg lifting off the ground as her heel dug its way up his calf and thigh until she hooked her leg around his waist. 

"Do not go." She asked pleadingly when they pulled apart for air, her hold on his shoulders tightening briefly when he lifted her up and set her at the edge of the table. Her fingers tugged at the laces in the front of her dress and the sleeves went slack, slipping off her shoulders and threatening to go past her elbows. "You can correspond through ravens." She told him, the pout that'd formed on her lips being kissed away.

His hand slipped beneath her nightgown, forcing it upwards until it rested around her hips. He squeezed the flesh of her thigh where fading marks resided, his lips ghosting over her throat and collarbone. "I have visited Dragonstone plenty of times, Alicent. You have never been against it before." He reminded her, his lips pressing against the valley between her chest as the dress slipped further down until it fully pooled around her hips. 

Alicent's head tilted backward, her soft curls tumbling past her shoulders and grazing along the table. She braced her elbows against the smooth wood, unable to find any excuse apart from worry and a hint of jealousy but her inexplicable mind hardly allowed her to comprehend who exactly she was jealous of if tides shifted between the couple; Rhaenyra or her lover. Ser Harwin had passed some years prior and she'd heard little of Rhaenyra growing close to anyone else since then. It both filled her with dread and intrigue. 

"I have been against you allowing yourself to be seen playing father to those boys. She makes a mockery of you." Alicent said breathily, her legs parting and revealing herself as bare as the previous night when she'd gone to him in hopes of convincing him to remain in Dragonstone. It'd been a fruitless yet enjoyable attempt. 

"She makes a mockery of herself and her father." (Y/N) rebutted swiftly, his hands briefly leaving her thighs to unbutton his loose pants. 

A shuddering breath escaped Alicent when she felt him push inside, the act so familiar yet it still felt unknown to her. Viserys had never cared for her comfort or pleasure during acts of 'passion', only chasing his own pleasure whilst her mind drifted elsewhere. But in the arms of a lover who truly desired her, everything felt different. Every touch felt electrifying, every kiss left butterflies behind, and every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure up her spin. She remained mindful of the early hour in the morrow; many courtiers and servants had the habit of rising with the sun and traveling through the halls of the castle. 

Her arm curled around his neck when he buried his face into the nape of hers, her other hand digging into the fabric of his shoulder and crinkling it as her nails pressed through to his skin. Quiet and soft pants, sighs, and moans escaped her parted lips, her teeth digging into her lip whenever her voice edged toward a louder volume that would alert those passing by the doors to her bedchambers. She'd already instructed her trusted handmaiden to send away those who wished an audience but she'd hardly be a match for anyone alerted by the noise. 

Alicent's hand slapped down on the table, curling her fingers around the edge to stabilize herself and the creaking furniture. Part of her felt guilty for engaging in the sinful act of laying with another while bound by the vows of marriage; guilty for betraying the lingering love she held for Rhaenyra and the trust the kingdom had put upon her shoulders when she wed Viserys. She'd pray in the sept later in the day, asking to be absolved of her sins but the prince was too addicting to give up for Gods she found herself straying further and further away from. 

Her back arched with her abrupt high and he claimed her lips before she could cry out, muffling the noise and the ones that followed when he continued. She clung onto him, and perhaps clung to the idea he'd be tempted to remain at her side as well, the air escaping her lungs and legs caging around him in a tight hold. Her mind grew clouded from the pleasure and near overstimulation, filling her head with thoughts of carrying his child and finally giving him a proper heir to Runestone, but she would not sully him with another bastard as Rhaenyra had. Perhaps in another time, her children would've been his and they would've been happier far from the suffocating walls of the Keep.

She thought of that life often, and it plagued her when she watched his dragon disappear over the vast sea while the horrid taste of the moon tea danced on her tongue.

Despite having her darling sons to keep her company and the occasional visits from her uncle and young cousins.. nothing ever changed the heart-aching loneliness that'd clawed its way into Rhaenyra's chest following the Year of the Red Spring. She'd lost the three people closest to her, the few who knew her secrets and worries. It pained her to know she'd never feel Harwin's warm embrace or hear Laena's mischievous laughter or watch the way Laenor's eyes sparkled when he spoke of his lover. She had few friends in the Keep and even fewer on the isolated island of Dragonstone. 

Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around herself, the sleeves of her dress providing little warmth against the natural chill of Dragonstone from the sea breeze. She strode down the halls in contemplation, although she likely appeared more like a lost ghost forever forced to wander. The letter that'd arrived the previous day had been short and with little details but it'd been from her husband informing her of his arrival to visit 'the boys'. 

Her lips quirked and she sighed through her nose. 'The boys', always 'the boys' or 'your sons but never 'our sons' despite the fact he was the only father they'd ever known. Harwin had been forced to play the part of a friendly uncle figure, forced to watch his children scurry to the feet of a man who treated them with polite affection over genuine love. Rhaenyra hardly found blame within herself. He'd left her alone in the Keep after their wedding, and it'd only been through a letter begging him to return that he'd begrudgingly flown back to see her. The irritation on his face when she explained her newfound predicament- the possibility of being pregnant- had nearly enraged her but he agreed to pretend as if the boys had inherited their brown hair and softer features from his late mother. 

Her attention tugged away from her thoughts and onto the long shadow along the floor peeking out from the balcony, her step quickening slightly to have a peek at the person standing there. She smiled immediately upon seeing Luke with his arms braced against the stone railing and his head tilted toward the clouds in the direction of King's Landing, a bright sparkle in his vibrant eyes. She approached him, settling her hands over his shoulders as she pecked the back of his head. 

"Will you ask him, Mother?" Luke questioned, pressing himself further against the railing as he combed the clouds for any sign of (Y/N) or his dragon. 

"If you can travel with him to Runestone?" Rhaenyra chuckled at the barely contained excitement in his voice despite the ache and tug at her heartstrings. The mere thought of parting with her sweet boy filled her with longing, and they'd yet to even ask (Y/N) if it'd be alright. "I will ask him, Luke. I am certain he'll be more than pleased to show you Runestone and its many ports. You must pay close attention. You will rule it someday."

Luke grimaced at that. "Wouldn't that mean Father has died?" His head turned to peer up at her with those big striking eyes of his; eyes she'd never be able to deny, now more than ever when they reminded her of the shade of Harwin's. 

"Oh, my darling," Rhaenyra cooed, running her fingers through his soft curls. "Ruling does not always entail someone has died. Does Princess Rhaenys not rule Driftmark as her husband's regent while he recovers from his injury? If your... father were to fall ill or sustain an injury that confines him to his bed and you are of age, you would rule in his steed with the help of your great-uncle. You would rule if I were to fall ill and your father had to rule as regent in King's Landing." 

Her words seemed to ease Luke, his hair flopping lightly against his forehead when he nodded and his lips tugging into that smile of his that could brighten the dullest of days. They both turned toward the skies when a deepened screech echoed through the quiet afternoon air and they watched a large figure descend from the clouds and skim the water with its wings. Suvion released another cry when he drew closer, one that seemingly roused his mother and son. In the distance, Rhaenyra faintly made out Silverwing and Arrax's cries in response.

"Father!" Luke leaped away and hurried into the hallway, his feet slapping against the stone floor as he raced toward the entrance leading into Dragonmont. 

Taking a deep inhale, Rhaenyra released it in a sigh and followed after her son, hands clutching the deep red of her skirts and lifting the ends to quicken her pace. She couldn't help but chuckle at Luke's excitement despite the way her heart twisted at the knowledge he'd never have a chance to be excited over his real father. She caught Luke taking Joffery's small hand in his and tugging him further into the entrance of the cave system where (Y/N) would dismount, and found Jace lingering with twisted lips and sullen eyes.

"Jace," She called softly, releasing her skirts to place her hand on his arm. "Are you not excited to greet your father?"

"Is he excited to see us?" Jace asked glumly and Rhaenyra winced. "He has resided in King's Landing for days and has not spared us a single visit in moons. Must he make it any more obvious that we are of little importance to him?" 

Before Rhaenyra could respond, Jace stalked inside, ever the polite one even in his disappointment and anger. She sighed once more and followed him inside, squinting through the light pouring into the cave from the opening on the side and blinking until her eyes adjusted. (Y/N) climbed off Suvion and cooed quietly to his dragon as he slipped his gloves off, handing them to the nearby servant. Suvion chirped softly and dipped down, disappearing into one of the many tunnels within Dragonmont. 

Luke stopped a few feet away from him and dipped his head in respect before releasing Joffery's hand and lunging himself forward. He swung his arms around (Y/N)'s waist and pressed his cheek into his chest, a gleeful smile on his face. Little Joffery clumsily bowed as well and shuffled forward to cling onto (Y/N)'s leg. (Y/N) chuckled at their affection and patted Luke's head, murmuring some words Rhaenyra couldn't hear and leaning down to take Joffery into his arms. 

"Husband," Rhaenyra greeted when he approached, the word still foreign on her tongue despite the many years since their wedding. She hoped to remedy that for the sake of her sons and before loneliness could consume her whole. 

"Rhaenyra," (Y/N) nodded, his brows twitching at the use of his martial title but his face smoothed over into a polite smile when he turned to Jace and offered him Joffery. Rhaenyra felt thankful, in a way, that the years he'd spent attached to her father's hip had eased him into a calmer man. She feared what would have become of him if he'd only been raised by Daemon. 

Gingerly taking his little brother, Jace bowed his head, his lips pulled into a thin line. "My Prince." He greeted and Rhaenyra hoped her sharp inhale had gone unnoticed by her younger sons. "I hope your flight was well." 

"It was, though I am in need of a bath and some rest." (Y/N) told them, his hand brushing over Luke's head one last time before he slipped past them and began heading toward the castle. "I'll see you at supper." He called over his shoulder. 

Rhaenyra bit her inner cheek and spared her children a glance, her legs turning and catching up with her husband. She caught his arm and slipped hers around it, glancing over her shoulder at her boys. "Your belongings in the Sea Dragon Tower have been moved to my bedchambers." She told him quietly.

"And why so?"

"Because you are my husband." Rhaenyra scoffed. "Is that not reason enough? Must I get on my knees and beg for my husband to sleep in the same room as me?"

"You only wish to sleep in the same room as me when you are pregnant with another man's child, Rhaenyra. You ought to learn to ask for moon tea when you sleep with a lover. You've already doomed your two eldest." (Y/N) tugged his arm free from her hold, his lip curled slightly in irritation. "What is it now?"

"It is as I said. It is truly so absurd to desire time with the man I married or do you detest the idea so much you'd rather humiliate me by refusing?" Rhaenyra questioned, her voice rising in volume and eyes fiery as they both stalked toward her bedchambers. Servants clumsily bowed and stepped out of the way from them, their eyes wide with exchanged glances. "When will you grace us with an inch of maturity, I wonder, or will you forever act as a scorned child? It was your father whose ambition and loose tongue stripped him of his title as heir!" 

"It is amusing to hear you speak of maturity, Rhaenyra; it is like a jester speaking of dignity." (Y/N) spat back.

The doors to her apartments were opened hastily by the guard and swiftly shut behind them. (Y/N)'s strides were broken when he took a moment to observe his surroundings, only moving once he noticed the pitcher full of wine and filled a cup to the brim. Rhaenyra watched him drink from it, her chest heaving from her annoyance. She took a deep breath in hopes of calming herself and felt the emotion ease down whilst he rid himself of his riding clothes. 

"We recently learned of your long stay in King's Landing. They will question you as to why you have not come sooner... and I would like to know the answer, too. I know my father's health has been steadily worsening through the years but I doubt you are of any help to the maesters dedicated to ensuring he heals." Rhaenyra approached him from behind, her hands resting upon his shoulders and helping slip the undershirt off his body. She let it drop onto the pile of clothing on the floor and inched closer, the palms of her hands running along his warm skin. She felt a subtle small bump, her brows furrowing as she traced it and quickly recognized it as fading scratch marks. She stilled. "Unless there are other reasons for your visits..." 

He only exhaled through his nose and remained silent. Rhaenyra staggered backward at his lack of response, her widening eyes watching him shed the last of his clothing and step into the warm water within the tub. Her mind flickered through the various courtiers she recalled resided in the Keep prior to her departure to Dragonstone.

It was hypocritical, she knew, to grow so uneasy at the thought of him with another. He'd been indifferent to the years Harwin spent at her side and while she'd always wondered if he'd taken a lover of his own, she always believed it'd be someone from one of the lesser houses in the Vale over someone just a ride away. There were many beautiful ladies residing in the Keep but as always, Rhaenyra's mind lingered on her old friend. 

"I suspected the reason you never cared for Harwin was because you had your own lover waiting in Runestone... yet now I am led to believe that lover calls King's Landing home. What would Queen Alicent say, I wonder, if she grew to learn of your doings beneath her nose and watchful eyes? She's always been so righteous... I am certain even with the animosity between us, she'd ask of you to return to your wife." Rhaenyra swallowed thickly, watching him as he cleaned himself. "Who is it? You knew of mine, I wish to know of yours."

"I find it hard to understand you, Rhaenyra." He muttered. "You always pined for freedom and adventure yet accepted the title of heir; you defended your inheritance yet fled the Keep because of mere court gossip; you never longed for children yet allowed the seed of Breakbones to sprout life three times; you never desired this marriage yet now wish to keep me close after years. Who I lay with is of little interest to you when any other man would have found grounds for a divorce all those years ago."

"You never gave us a chance or have you forgotten you climbed atop Suvion the morrow after our wedding and abandoned me to be in Runestone?" A hot flash of anger jolted through her body, her fingers curling into fits. She often thought of that morning, of rising after a night of angry passion only to discover her new husband had left without a word. It'd been the only time they'd properly been with one another and she'd been left wondering if she'd disappointed him enough for him to believe the marriage was merely an inconvenience. 

"Would you have rather I missed the funeral of my mother?" (Y/N) shot her a glare over his shoulder and tossed aside the sponge, satisfied with his bath and rising to dry himself.

Rhaenyra's swift anger stilled, unable to stop her eyes from wandering. It'd been long since she'd last seen him fully undressed, and even then the memories of their only time together were a whirlwind. He'd always been a fine-looking prince, especially in his youth when he still carried the air of youthful arrogance befitting of a prince. He'd certainly grown into a handsome man, one with mixtures of Targaryen and Royce features that melted together perfectly. 

Rhaenyra forced herself to swallow the spiteful words ready on her tongue and she turned, retrieving a maroon-colored robe with golden designs and approaching him. He eyed her but nonetheless allowed her to help him dress. "I would have rather you spoken to me. I may have been.. reckless and rebellious in my youth but I would not have refused to accompany you. I could have been convinced into waiting for your return but you made your opinion clear. Did you truly never long for a wife all those lonely years in Runestone? Did you never long for.. what could have been?"

"We were children, Rhaenyra. I was a child forced into an abrupt marriage and then forced to deal with the passing of my mother while my family spoke of their suspicion of my father killing her. I had little time to think of a wife who disliked me when I had to learn to rule Runestone and sedate the thirst for revenge in my family. Perhaps these past few years I've thought of having true children that are mine but we've made our beds, Rhaenyra. What's done is done."

"You speak as if I am not still your wife." Rhaenyra released a huff of amusement, her hand smoothing over the front of the robe and feeling the soft fabric. Her fingers dipped beneath the robes and roamed until her thumb brushed over the trail of hair leading further down. He made a noise in the back of his throat but when he did nothing to push her away, Rhaenyra found victory. "I am still of childbearing age, (Y/N). I too have longed for a babe in recent times. I've desired a girl for much time now that Jace and Luke will soon be man-grown and beginning their own families." 

(Y/N)'s eyes jumped away from her, his brows slightly dipping together and jaw subtly ticking. She wondered if he thought of his lover and how she would react to the news, and Rhaenyra felt a hint of satisfaction despite the curiosity swirling around her chest. She wanted a name and a face to put to the woman who'd likely cloud her mind for the rest of her life. It'd always been expected of ladies to tolerate the mistresses of their husbands but Rhaenyra could hardly see herself allowing such a thing

"I am certain this is the very reason my lover did not wish for me to come here." (Y/N) sighed and Rhaenyra blinked at him, unable to comprehend why then he'd flown to Dragonstone if the person he did care about asked of him otherwise. Her heart fluttered at the possibilities. 

She pressed her hand to the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, bringing her lips over his and sighing in relief as their lips moved together. "She will have to understand and bring herself to forgive," Rhaenyra said, already breathless and eager. It'd been so, so long since she'd last felt the touch of another. 

He grunted into her mouth when her fingers curled around him and pumped him slowly, delighting in the feeling of him fully hardening against her hand. She'd always been a lustful creature, she supposed, always hungering for the feeling of pleasure and power over someone else in such intimate acts.

(Y/N) had always been someone out of reach, both literally and figuratively, so having him shuddering against her and grazing his tongue against hers only fueled her desire. Rhaenyra savored each grunt, hiss, and needy kiss as she stroked him, running her fingers along the slit and coating her skin. 

Her dress loosened when he undid the laces at the back of her gown with expertise. She relished the quiet, muffled huff that left him when she retracted her hand to peel the sleeves off her arms and allow the dress to slump down at their feet with her undergarments quickly following. He leaned back to observe her, his eyes taking in the newfound curves of her body she'd obtained from age and multiple pregnancies. Much of the weight from bearing children had remained, remolding her body into something new and far from the girl he'd consummated his marriage with.

Rhaenyra grinned at the flicker of hunger in his eyes before the grin vanished with a gasp as he latched onto her neck and pulled her closer. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around him, quiet sighs and gasps leaving her with each nip and suckle at her throat. They stumbled back toward the bed and Rhaenyra pushed at his shoulders until he sat at the edge, parting briefly with each other before she settled on his lap. 

Cradling his face in her hands, she pressed another kiss to his lips. "Today and every day til I am with child, you are mine and mine alone."

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Mark x Eve x Spider Reader blurb

A/N: Okay, I have been trying to write something for five hours! I have a few more drafts but I’m drawn by the Spider reader rn. Lmk what you think so far!

You couldn’t open your eyes. You felt their arms around you and the rest of the nakedness of their bodies. Regret seeped into your veins and you wondered how you were going to get out without notice.

You felt Eve’s hair cascade over your face when she snuggled into your neck. The heaviness and muscle of Mark’s arm was draped over both your waists. You had to stop yourself from groaning. The events from last night all coming back in a wave of deep dread.

Mark pulled you close, letting his hands trail your body. You shiver when Eve begins removing your suit with her powers. Your head darts down when your mask is removed, why were you allowing this knowing your mission. Your eyes squeeze shut as hands continue to roam and squeeze making warmth pool into your heat.

Your eyes open for a moment and your eyes connect with green. Her hands trail from your thighs slowly until a finger connects, and you intake a sharp breath. Marks assault on your neck follows to your breasts.

Quietly you remove Mark’s arm and wiggle out of Eve’s embrace. Luckily she rolled into Mark and you were able to find your Gizmo on the dresser along with your costume neatly folded on the side of the bed.

You heard a shuffle and froze looking over seeing Mark pull Eve closer. You let out a breath and quickly changed using your web to open the window. You gave them one last look before jumping into the portal.