andielle

[andielle]

Bucky Barnes

[andielle]

sheisty mark variant is a fuck boy, and he makes it well known by cementing it in the way he uses your room for his fuck pad sometimes. you're his friend, his pretty friend that's never slept with him and he wants to show you what you're missing out on. it's been a mistake to even grant him the privilege to live with you, because rent was too demanding for a 12 dollar an hour pay at a shitty little clothing store.

he does this by leaving his condoms on your floor, all used and still leaking with his blown loads. girls panties that arent yours are strewn in your bedding, maybe even accompanied by a bra every now and then. he makes his recent girl scream a bit louder when the front door of your shared pad opens and you step inside. his cock battering gooey cunt that squeezes him tight. he knows that his girls are going to be nothing compared to what you would feel like around him.

you'd make him stop sleeping around. . . maybe.

your fist pounds on the door to his room. the bed creaks and sloppy smack of skin on skin stalls. voices are muffled as they converse for a handful of seconds. then the door opens, and your tired eyes are greeted by broad sweaty chest. lipstick covers his pecs and nipples. bitemarks decorate his neck and throat, the tops of his pierced ears are flushed red from exertion.

the pure smell of sweat, cologne, perfume, and thick sex smacks across your face. its a thick wall you find yourself rapidly blinking through. mark clears his throat, drawing your gaze to move a bit too slow on their ascent up to his glowing features. bedroom eyes drink you in. pretty browns are almost pitch black with how they stare down at you, and watch the way the very subtle pinch of color wafts over your cheeks.

he made you blush. you're nervous because of him, and it's fucking cute.

"getting fomo so soon after work, sweetheart?" his drawl slides out from lipstick rimmed mouth. his forearm plants against the doorframe. the boxers he had the decency to don, slide a bit too low on his hips. the base of his throbbing cock and dark pubic curls demand for your attention.

you blink, cotton mouthed. your brain too sluggish to process the jest from your roommate. the pinch of color grows a little further down south to root onto your throat. your jaw works, tongue flopping around your mouth like a dying fish. if you were any more tired and in need of a relief that your hands couldn't provide, you'd take him up on his offer. . . yet.

"just. . . keep it down. i have a early shift tomorrow." you grumble.

[andielle]

when you palm a man’s clothed bulge and he spreads his legs wider for you giving access to his balls too and pushes his hips up against your hand and lets out that throaty little groan ………

[andielle]

the moment a writer starts hating on amber or using her as a “villain” in a mark x reader fanfic i drop the shit so fast. i’m so not interested in the villianizing this already poor disposable black girlfriend stereotype when there’s proof she fully supports eve and mark — so why wouldn’t she approve of reader and mark??

literally some of the fandom writes her off as the worst gf ever because of s1 as if she didn’t change & also made it known in their breakup that she knows she’s acting for “too much” from him and being selfish.

my girl deserves better 😞

[andielle]

closure

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: sexual content | booty calling spider-man :)

PETER PARKER doesn't understand why he keeps letting you do this to him. Over and over again you tell him friendship is all you want, yet at the late hours of the night— since you know he's already up— you ask if he can afford a break. Like an idiot, he swings by. Doesn't even get the chance to take off the suit before you're shoving him down into a seat, straddling him to rub yourself all over his bulge.

"Hey, easy," he tells you, "you're gonna leave a wet spot." To protest you, his gloved hands cup the plush flesh of your backside, lifting you over him. That spider-strength has you weak in the knees, eagerly latching onto his neck over the cloth. A gasp emits from him as he maneuvers his erection from the confines of his suit and you mouth at his pulse point.

"Want- you, Spider. Need you." At the invoke of that nickname, he lulls his head back and you bite onto him in your enthusiasm. A delicious and low groan pours from his throat, from both the sensation and anticipation of being inside you again. Obediently, he lowers you, nudging your entrance with the head of his cock until he feels a give. You suck in a breath to feel that stretch, no one stretches you like Peter does.

"Fuck," he drags out the word, slowly reintroducing you to his every inch. Impatiently, you push down, as if you could ever hope to overpower him. The man has lifted buses. "Wait a second, baby, wait," His fingers dig into your skin, warning you that you're going too quick for your sake.

"I can't wait any longer, you took so long getting here," you whine, burying your nose into the crook of his shoulder. You can smell his sweat through it, the musk of recent exercise, prowling the streets of Manhattan looking for trouble. "Just fuck me already?"

Pete can't believe this is working on him. Yet again bowing to your whims because he's that desperate for your attention, that desperate for your touch. He can't lie, your impetuous begging for him and his dick strokes more than his ego, length twitching while half-seated inside you. "You want it that bad?" his tone betrays his hope.

"Yes! Yes, please, Pete," With your plea, your grip on him inflects with your syllables, rutting your body against him for any kind of friction, while his halt remains infallible. No matter how you wiggle, he won't let you sink further. At first it was to keep you from hurting yourself, now it's because he likes hearing your bargain for him. Those addicting lips glide up to his ear, and he can feel your breath on the shell of it through his mask. "Need my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

"You're gonna pull that card? Seriously?" his indignant question is adversely punctuated with a buck up into you and you cry out. It got you fucking wet. It spurs him on, working himself up to a steady pace as he fucks you. He can hear the sounds of the city through the open window, if sirens flew by right now he's not sure he'd have the strength to leave you.

Putty in his hands, your body acts as fluid as he uses it, and you're so grateful you reached out to him. Fucking a superhero is thrilling enough, but fucking Spider-Man has a perk you can't pass up. That spider bite may have gifted an extra couple inches to his cock, but you're more interested in his power to fuck you like a sex toy. Along for the ride, you bounce on him because he's moving you. Like you're nothing. Out of instinct, your lips clumsily find his on the cloth as you brush noses. Your tongue peeks out, the felt drying the tip and his lips shift under your touch.

Breathless and amused, he asks, "Are you trying to french me through the mask again?"

[andielle]

nsfw link

was going through some vids and this gave me modern ani vibes. wanted to share it with you :)))

god this is so so cute <33 getting you into a karaoke room bcos he knows it’s soundproof. touching n groping you inappropriately while you’re trying to push him off and let you sing your lil song. meanwhile he’s directing your movements and you’re lowkey letting him like your body just listens to him. spreads your legs so he’s got more access even tho your hand is coming to stop his wrist

[andielle]

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

[andielle]

Imagine holding Conquest as he finally allows himself to cry.

TW: toxic masculinity, violent thoughts, mental illness

This literal behemoth being reduced to a trembling, weeping mess mess as he clings onto you for dear life.

He'd just lie there, not daring to move a muscle since he is terrified of his own strenght, the mere possibility of accidentally hurting you. Gripping your clothes, almost ripping them apart in his desperate need to be even closer, but he's too afraid that if he touches your actual body you'd break under his touch.

The way he winces and shivers each time you touch his face, wiping his tears away and whisper sweet affirmations his way, shower him with words of encouragement and praise and affection.

This man would be so cautious in his inexperience with gentleness, not quite trusting himself as a shaky palm hovers over your cheek, barely gracing it before anxiously pulling away. He'd adore every detail of your face as if he's committing it to memory, like he doubts you're actually real and not just a pleasant dream his strickened mind had conjured after eons of loneliness.

He wants to say something, anything, but the only sounds escaping his throat are uncontrollable little sobs and hiccups. It feels so pathetic, downright wrong to allow himself to be this vulnerable, and yet at the same time who would've thought it'd be this freeing?

To finally be seen for what he truly is, or rather could be. Not merely tolerated, accepted at best, but wanted. It's overwhelming, so much better than he could've ever imagined but also so, so terrifying since his former state of being is all he ever knew.

For a moment he considers snapping your neck, no, choke you and watch life drain from your eyes to regain his dignity. Clinging to your corpse for as long as it stays warm and then leave it all behind.

Instead he kisses you. Sloppy, demanding, almost devouring you in his exasperation.

All his existence he was caged by imaginary limitations, but you made him realize the door was never truly locked...

...all he needed was for someone to lure him out.

[andielle]

Just found your Noir content. Glad someone is writing for him. Noir and breeding kink? Been thinking about Noir fucking me in a mating press ever since he attacked Starlight in season 2. He can hold me down and choke me out like that any day.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: babe that fuckin mating press goes hard doesn’t it? goddamnnnnn. noir putting you in a mating press <333that whole thing with starlight was fuckin crazy i was clawing the walls

Rough grunts expel from BLACK NOIR’s nose with each sharp thrust, plowing into you from the angle the position provides. Folded up over yourself with no regard to your comfort, he’s got you bunched up in a way that pleases him. Heavy body leans over you, harsh hands on the backs of your thighs keeping you good and spread from him. You’ve certainly gotten more flexible since you’ve started fucking him. The edges of his armor dig into you, but you can’t even register it over the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Fat cock drives into you at a reckless pace, forcing air from your lungs as if its piston defines your diaphragm’s every move. You can barely breathe from being crushed.

There’s something different about his angle, not only is it mind-bending, tremors wracking through your body as your eyes roll so far back in your head they ache, but it’s the way he handles it. Grabbing you like he owns you, redirecting your body in any way he desires, muscling you into submitting underneath him so he can fuck your hole in peace when you squirm too much. Your cervix gets kissed by his tip occasionally, but he wants you to be still and take it. For his dick? You’ll do anything.

You let him mate with you. The way he’s fucking you reminds you of an animal. Pinning you down as if you’ll escape at your first chance, growls escaping him, possessively filling up your cunt with the wet sounds of a cock finding its home. Usually, you’re the dirty talker in the bedroom, but he’s effectively silenced you, yanking you into his bucks with his firm hold on your thighs.

It used to be difficult to tell what he’s thinking, but he can’t be more clear now. The stutter in his hips is a dead giveaway to his impending load, and usually this would be the point in which he’d pull out and fist his cock to cum on you. Stomach, face, ass, he loved to paint you. Instead, he’s keeping it in, not only that but he’s still moving. Like he wants to fuck a baby in you.

“Noir— Noir!” you scold, but he continues. Swollen cock bullying your insides as it twitches with need to cum. “Don’t you— don’t you dare—“ you’re able to get the words out, concentrating hard on forming a sentence when your brain is so empty. The idea of him cumming in you is appealing, but you don’t know how Supes work. You’ve never had that conversation with him. What if he’s not sterile?

Lips slot against your ear, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn they form and mouth the word “baby.”

[andielle]

Omni Man likes to squeeze your love handles and feel up your rolls sorryy

He likes the softness of your body in his hard as steel hands

Female Viltrumites usually have washboard abs and very little body fat on them. Your body is a wonder to him.

❌🔞

He loves to watch as you messily and pathetically bounce on his lap as his cock hits all of your good spots. The way your tummy and tits jiggle is a marvel.

[andielle]

Tags: [mdni][mlw][slight humiliation][praise][implied age gap][fingering][squirt mention][porn][clit play][drool][petnames][mdom][female orgasm]

"Ooh, what movie are we watching?"

Nolan watches as you glance towards the TV screen, cotton nightie brushing along your thighs, manicured feet padding across the carpeted floor and you crawl onto the bed, creeping beneath the covers.

Muscular thighs rest on either side of you, his chin resting on the crown of your head before Nolan presses a kiss to your tresses, a muscular arm wrapping around your midsection and pulling you closer. You're snugly pressed against his chest, your eyes trained on the screen of the TV and Nolan hums.

"It's called 'my wife's search history'."

He responds with a hum, lips brushing against the hollow of your temple and you're trying to wriggle free. But it's damn near impossible.

His bicep bulges, and Nolan's free hand continues to push at the buttons of the remote, your search history displayed on a 70 inch screen.

"Baby, no. This is—" You're interrupted when Nolan tuts you, the corners of his brilliant blue eyes crinkling with amusement at the way your cheeks begin to flush.

"I wanna know what kind of things you're into, sweetheart." He coos, before clearing his throat.

"Okay, first one, 'how to fold an origami chihuahua'." Nolan snorts. "Did you learn how to do it?"

He glances down at you, your lips pursed before you nod your head. Almost reluctantly and he hums, a low rumble of approvement in his broad, burly chest.

"My nimble fingered girl."

And he diverts his attention back to the screen. You're not even sure what to be more embarassed about.

Your trips to Oxford dictionary, your dawdling spent on Urban Dictionary or the stupid things you look up for on WikiHow.

"Ohhh... A Cosmo article." Nolan hums. "You wanna learn how to squirt?"

And your cheeks flare up, and you try to slide lower, but he's got one of those stupidly muscular arms tucked beneath your arms, and he's keeping you anchored.

"You know, everytime you come close, you start crying and make me feel bad." Nolan hums, mocking you and you let out a disgruntled whine.

"Literally, what's the point of you doing this?" You complain. "It's embarassing."

"Is it so wrong of me to wanna learn about my wife and her interests?" Nolan huffs, almost dramatic as he stares down at you, inky moustache raising with his grin as he spots the way your eyes narrow.

"Especially since, you know, I'm never really at home and you feel all," he lets out a heavy sigh, "neglected and all."

And your eyes widen.

"Were— were you eavesdropping on my conversation?" You question, brows scrunching into a frown and Nolan leans down, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head once again.

"Focus on the part that I'm improving my schedule." Nolan chides you gently and he gently uses the hand that's not wrapped around you, to guide your face back towards the TV.

You'd complain and gripe, if you weren't so acutely intune to the way he touches you. Almost reverently.

His hand splayed across the expanse of your belly, his thumb swiping gently at the soft skin just below your breast, tracing the flesh through the fabric of your nightie. And he's just so warm and burly. It feels like you're curled up against a furnace and you're not even mad about that.

"You looked at our house eighteen times on Google Earth."

The laughter in his voice isn't hidden, dimples appearing in his sculpted cheeks and full, dark brows raise in surprise at your next search.

"Omni-Man... Up cape?" He reads, mulling the words over before letting out a breath. "You are shameless."

"I'm plenty ashamed now." You argue and he snorts.

"You weren't ashamed when you were trying to find pictures of my ass on the internet."

The glow of the TV is the only light in the room, the door shut and the light of the ensuite is dimmed, the door slightly ajar. The covers are heavy, weighted blankets that make you feel just a bit more secure in Nolan's arms and his head dips occasionally, pressing ticklish kisses to the curve of your neck.

And he hums. Low and rumbly.

"What's this?" He muses, before scrolling further.

"You watch a lot of porn." He comments. "Like... A lot."

"I'm very particular." You defend, eyes downcast to where his muscular thighs press against yours on either side, bracketing you against his body and your chest heaves as you let out a breath.

"I'll bet." He mumbles. "Guess that's why you went to page 113."

And you press your face against Nolan's bicep, your cheeks burning and your ears tinge red when the screen goes down, a little arrow forming a circle appears for a brief moment before one of the videos show.

Showcasing the exact timestamp where you stopped.

"Hm..." He hums softly. "S'that where you came?"

His voice is so quiet, a husky sound that sends chills up your spine and you weakly nod your head, peeking at the screen and you're watching a girl get her back blown out. Eyes shut, brows furrowed and mouth parted to let out pitchy moans that seemed a bit too loud for your comfort right now.

Especially since it's on a huge ass TV.

Nolan's hand moves between your thighs and you open them willingly, shifting your legs until they're spread salaciously, suspended over his own, thickly corded legs. And he lets out an amused huff of laughter, fingers sliding over the swell of your folds, pressed so snugly against the cotton of your panties. You bite your bottom lip, tilting your head back enough to peer at Nolan through your lashes.

"Keep your eyes on the screen." He instructs you so gently, guiding your head back to focus on the screen of the TV, and he hums softly, dragging a calloused digit along your soaked gusset, tracing your slit. He narrowly dips his fingers into you, just to feel the way your panties cling to your slick, before they move back into place.

Before you breath can stutter, Nolan's ripping your panties at the sides with ease, pulling the fabric out from beneath you and discarding it to God knows where.

And he glances back towards the screen. Tight circles being rubbed around your clit, his blunt digit nestled between velvety folds and he listens to the way your heart pounds in your chest. Breathy sighs slipping past your lips and your brows scrunch in that way that makes his heart sputter just a bit, and he brushes his tongue along his bottom lip.

"That's it..." He whispers softly. "Just keep watching TV."

You keep your eyes glued on the screen. Not because you necessarily want to, but because you know Nolan's spiteful enough to pull away and ruin the orgasm that's creeping up your legs in that steady rhythm.

And you swallow.

"Does it feel good?" He coos softly and you nod weakly, muttering the sweetest 'uh-huh' as your eyes don't even move from the TV screen, lashes fluttering and cheeks flushing.

You look like the cutest thing right now.

A little doll in his lap.

You're just so pretty. Big, blown out eyes, plump lips that are parted to let out the sluttiest sighs and he feels the way your clit throbs beneath the pressure of his finger.

"You almost there, sweet girl?" He hums softly and you nod your head.

Biting down on your bottom lip and your brows scrunch.

Your belly dips inward and that tightly wound cord in your belly snaps.

You're coming at the soft, gentle stimulation so easily, your toes curling against the sheets and your legs attempting to close but his infallible thighs keep them from doing so.

Slick coats Nolan's fingers but he's not really paying too much attention to that, focused more on the way you shift and wriggle in his grasp, and the arm around you tightens it's grip.

One meaty finger pushes into your cunt, the squelch is lewd and your lips are parting in an 'o' shape that makes him dizzy.

Your head lolls and you feel like a whore when drool trickles down your bottom lip, swiped away by Nolan's thumb as his finger curls, pressing against that sweet, spongy spot that makes your vision dot.

Nolan feels the way your nails dig into his forearm, watches the way your brows knit and his head dips, tongue dragging along your pulse. Lingering just long enough to feel the thrumming hidden beneath the curve of your jaw, and he laps up the perspiration speckled across your skin.

"You gonna start clearing your cookies, sweetheart?" He teases you, slowly pushing another thick finger into your drooling pussy and your eyes nearly cross, head tipping back and you can feel the way your brain melts with each pump of his thick fingers.

You feel each callous, each knuckle, you feel the cool band of his wedding ring kissing your plump pussy with each pump.

And you nod weakly.

"Uh huh..." You're lying.

You both know you are and a large, powerful hand grasps your jaw, tilting your head to meet his gaze and Nolan presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is desperate, needy, his tongue dragging against yours, claiming each inch of your soft mouth, your lips slick with your drool and he swallows each of your moans. Each whine you let into his mouth, is an unforgiving thrust of his fingers.

When you're coming around his fingers, you melt into a pliable puddle in his grasp, and you feel the way he presses kisses to the side of your face, gently bringing you down from your high. He pushes your cum back into you, slick fingers dragging against your walls and he lets out a soft breath.

Handing you the remote.

"Pick the next video."

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[andielle]

eldritch horror reader that ends up on a viltrumite ship and basically chills in the cells because they can’t be executed or experimented on (and it’s kinda fun to watch the guards & scientists freak out when they experience horrors beyond their comprehension)

anyway— viltrumites start to think your strength and biology are very attractive, and suddenly thragg has a line of people in his office like “permission to breed, sir”

[andielle]

This is sooo good omg!!<3

Do you think Nolan takes his time when he's torturing the clitoris, or is he more of a fast-paced fingerer? I feel him lie down next to you, using his fingertips to rub in a gentle rhythm but applying pressure to your clitoris until you whimper. He watches silently, sometimes talking to you through it. I feel like he's very observant that moment.

CLIT STIMULATION — n.grayson

“ it always makes me silent instead of seeing red / you look like aphrodite just laying in my bed ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | invincible. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ established relationship ノ size difference ノ sexual content ノ smut ノ soft!nolan ノ clit stimulation ノ objectification (f receiving) ノ classic viltrumite infantilization (f receiving) ノ mild praising dirty talk ノ mild dark thoughts (m receiving).

It took NOLAN GRAYSON so long to figure this out—an embarrassingly long time to figure this out. You used to have to coach him, show him where to touch and when. Your hand would guide his to flatten and cup when it was appropriate, it taught him the pressure and the pace. His past didn’t prepare him for this. Not only are you human—a fragile little thing weaker than a sheet of paper but there’s no pleasure for the sake of pleasure back on Viltrum. There’s only assignments, there’s only approved breeding, there’s only authority. Lying in bed, wasting a day with you doing something as meaningless as this… would be unheard of. Yet, there is no place he’d rather be right now.

“Oh, Nolan—Nolan.” the second saying of his name comes out sterner, your body tensing when he gets ahead of himself. Your claws clutch around his thick wrist, taut from the position it takes between your legs.

“Sorry, sorry, heh. Must’ve felt a little pinch there, huh? Guess I got excited.” he assures, and the harsh bristles of his mustache scratch your scalp when he plants a kiss there. “Just… let me ease back on over here… and…” he muses, talking you through his motions as they cautiously proceed. His thumb presses into your gummy clit, testing the pressure as it squishes between your tissue and the callused pad of his digit. Blue eyes study the way your body relaxes with a sigh, cuddling up into his large frame that curls around you. Experimentally, his thumb swipes side-to-side, tendon in his poised hand shifting with every move.

You breathe out an ‘Oh,’ throwing your head back over his other forearm nestled behind you like a pillow. Your eyes fall closed as you focus on what he’s doing to you. “There we go. That’s it…” he praises you. He’s gotten good at knowing your tells, your likes and dislikes, reading your body and what she needs. His fist rests against your slit, knuckles damp with your slick as his thumb continues to work into you. You told him something so funny earlier… what was it? he contemplates. Oh, yes. he chuckles to himself, a proud sound. ‘It’s the rubbing sort of horny, not the fucking kind of horny. I just want a massage, you know? I don’t want… penetration.’ you’d said. You can be so juvenile.

Your small and delicate body lays out next to him because you trust him—like the petal of a flower resting on the surface of the ocean. It’s incredibly naive. Just as he thinks about you, you move, exposing your neck to him. One of the most vital parts of you and you show it to him while you’re distracted by something as inconsequential as physical pleasure. Oh, the sins of the flesh really has its hooks in Nolan.

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[andielle]

━ a friend in need is a friend indeed (18+)

( mark grayson x girl!reader x samantha eve wilkins )

SUMMARY: you can't focus in class, not when your mind keeps wandering back to last night's events. AUTHOR'S NOTE: lowkey nervy how you all might react to this so instead of writing a full blown-out smut scene, i thought i'd do small fragments. but if this receives a good rapport i might do something like this again! anyway, let me know if you guys like it or not hehe mwah mwah x INCLUDES: dirty talk, praise, petnames, threesome, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap that willy!), swearing, flashbacks, cunnilingus (reader gives), nipple play, fingering, hickeys/marking, double stimulation, multiple orgasms, reader is centre of attention. WORDS: 2.4K+

You are so fucked.

Physically and intellectually, in ways you never imagined happening to you.

Because with every step you take into the endless hallways of your new profound college, all you can feel is that absolute ache from your pelvis, causing a tremble in your walk.

You regret not giving yourself that extra five minutes to stretch it out. But, you can't blame anyone but yourself, they warned this would happen.

They. They. They.

Mark and Eve- ever your best friends and yet...what do you call them now after last night?

Of course you did what you could because that's what a good friend would do for another but- fuck, is labelling them as friends even right anymore?

As you re-position of your tote bag's straps on your shoulders, your mind can't help but wander to last night's events.

How couldn't you? It was fucking amazing, it was hot, it was-

-Unexpected.

Your roommate staying for the night at her boyfriend's left you vulnerably alone in your college room.

You were wearing an oversized tee and shorts that didn't leave much room for the imagination as you held onto your current book. The bedside table's lamp was dim and warm, providing just enough light that you could muster the collection of words written on the pages.

One second you were focusing intently on the scene to come with a narrowed frown on your face, and the next, you jumped out of your skin at the abrupt knock on your window.

Immediately whipping your head to the side from where the noise came, your eyes squinted as you thought deeply on how the only two people who ever enter your room like this would be your two best friends.

And sure enough, it was them- floating mid-air with pleading eyes as they stared right back at you.

You didn't think twice about letting them in- it's what you always did. But the moment they stepped inside, something had shifted in the air.

After Mark quickly took his mask off, and Eve combed out knots from her hair, small conversation started up between you three. It's not unusual that they'd come to yours after a fight, not when you're the only person who knows, not when you're the one you grounds them.

But as you spoke about how your day was, you couldn't help but stop mid-sentence when you realised they were looking at you in a way best friends shouldn't; with heavy, half-lidded eyes and pupils dilated so much you couldn't recognise their coloured irises.

You dared to say it, just to test the waters with a frown on your face as you studied them, "You guys are acting weird."

And sure, you could tell that they were buzzing with adrenaline as they backed you until you were sitting on the edge of your bed, evident in how their chests rose and fell erratically while they both looked down at you- you could only imagine how big the fight was with how roughed up their suits were.

But what you didn't realise, however, was that the adrenaline running through their bloodstreams, along with an underlying sense of fear, made them need you, made them want you.

And as Mark whispered a needy "Please," to you as he cupped your chin and drew your lips to his while Eve brushed your loose hair behind your shoulders, her fingertips causing your body to shiver, you couldn't help but give in.

And hey, if facts say adrenaline makes you horny...well, how could you deny science?

"Hey you!"

A chirpy voice snaps you out of your daze from behind.

You jerk your head around, spotting your roommate waving as she catches her way up to you amongst the crowd of humans, "Girl, I'm so sorry for leaving you by yourself last night! You know how hard it is not being able to spend time with the boyfriend with our shitty, opposite schedules."

You wave her off, trying to fight off the yawn that happens to appear every minute or so- along with the lingering memories your brain has videotaped from last night, "Don't stress about it, I'm glad you finally saw him." And you send a small smile her way.

But instead of smiling back, she frowns and stops mid-walk, "Hey, are you alright?" She darts her eyes up and down your body with concern, "You look...tired."

You are- not from sleep, that is.

The ghost of a touch burns along your thighs, and suddenly-

"Fuck, you’re so wet."

Mark's voice punctures through your train of thought, any formation of words to give your roommate as an answer blurring away into the roughness and desperation of his echoed voice.

His warm breath fanned against your ear as his thumb traced your clit through your underwear, causing more friction against your bud as his finger only encouraged more slick to soak the thin cloth.

You whimpered, his pressure on your clit becoming too much that you tried to shrink your body even more into Eve's embrace from behind you.

Your head laid back on her shoulder, only to shiver when her hot, needy lips attacked your soft skin. It was so fucking addicting- the double stimulation from the familiar touch of your best friends and you couldn't help but to moan out when Eve bit into your flesh and sucked just as Mark swiped your underwear to the side, sliding his index finger through your wet folds.

Eve giggled against your neck, her eyes meeting Mark's hungry ones, "She makes the prettiest noises, doesn't she?"

Nervously chuckling, you try to nonchalantly shrug it off as you desperately avoid her gaze, "Me? Oh, just...busy studying, you know?"

But she isn't buying it, because as your head averts away, her eyes catch onto the darkened spot just behind your ear, "Is that a hickey?"

Fuck.

"Leave some space for me, Eve," Mark groaned as he pumped two digits inside you, your pussy squelching and warming his fingers while he stretched you out. His eyes had taken in the sight of the many hickeys that sparkled with Eve's leftover saliva and how they sprawled all the way from your neck, down to your right shoulder.

Eve hummed as she finally lifted her lips from your overstimulated skin, her eyelashes battering as she flickered between you and Mark, "I thought you could do the honour of bruising her tits," And to enhance her comment (Just because she can, and not that she needed to), her arms outstretched to cup your blank-canvased breasts as her soft hands massaged them. "See?"

Then, her thumbs flicked your nipples and you cried out, your pussy clenching in the process as you leaked onto Mark's fingers more, "Do that again, please, Eve, feels s'good-" Only to be cut off when the redhead pinched your nipples, earning a moan from your lips.

Lust and admiration flooded the two superhumans. They couldn't help it- you were naked and sandwiched between the two as you gave them everything they needed, all the while, you were being such a good fucking girl for them. How could they not feel primal and animalistic?

"Fuck, you're so responsive, baby," Mark ushered, never faltering his fingers that still thrusted into the gummy part of your soaked pussy as he leaned down close to your skin, "Gonna mark you so much- show everyone you belong to us."

Then, he grazed his teeth on your cleavage before creating his first of many hickeys to scatter your breasts.

Your eyes widen, and with ever the haste, you place your hand over it. The laughter that leaves your throat is overtly fake, "No! No, no...No." You force her to walk with you again, just reaching the lecture hall, "Straightener got me good."

"Uh huh," She murmurs, her eyes darting from the hand that covers the maroon bled bruise to your messy, un-straightened hair, "Sure..."

Taking advantage of her dropping the conversation - for now - you both enter the lecture hall efficiently. Your roommate takes the lead as she places her essentials down at one of the desks, blabbering about something on the lines of 'nearly done with assignment' and 'only 500 words left'.

You wouldn't know, not when all sense of normality that you were just trying to fake for your roommate flies out the window the second you sit down on the wooden chair and your ass' bruises has you yelping in soreness.

Covering your mouth doesn't help as much as you would've liked it to.

Your roommate halts mid-sentence, peeking your way with her brows furrowing, "Are you good?"

No, no you're not.

Clearly the layers and layers of moisturiser that Eve massaged into your ass did absolutely nothing to waver the handprints that have now bruised your flesh.

Shit, you didn't even know they were that rough last night.

Or perhaps, you did.

"Oh, our precious, sweet girl likes it rough, huh?" Eve filtered your ears, followed by a whimper just when you grazed her leaking hole with your tongue. She grasped your hair's roots, tugging you even closer to her soaked pussy as she took control by rubbing herself over your tongue and nose.

You hummed in agreement, trying to synchronise your tongue fucking inside her hole with every thrust that Mark drilled into you- his hard cock filling you and stretching you so fucking well.

You were still coming down from your first orgasm, but if there's anything you've learned about your two best friends it's that they're not ones to let down until they're satisfied.

His hand came down to your ass, hard but not too painful, just enough to have sent a shock through your spine and then melt in ecstasy.

However, your squeak of surprise in response was immediately muffled by Eve's clit, by which your lips latched onto it with an eager suck.

"Of course, she does, she's taking us so well," Mark groaned out, his voice breathy as he continued to rock into you with a pace so deep and rough while his veiny, warm cock hit that perfect spot inside of you. Then, Mark had leaned over, his breath shaky against your ear as he rasped, "You gonna let us fuck you like this all night, baby?"

You physically jolt in your chair, slamming back into reality.

More people have filled the lecture hall, and the collection of different hair colours and outfits are spiking a throbbing headache from sensory overload. What doesn't help either is your roommate’s stare burning into the side of your head, impatiently awaiting an answer.

Your mouth is dry and you nod your head quickly, "Y-Yeah! Totally!"

And, well, you aren't fooling anyone, especially not your roommate. Not when your eyes keep darting between left and right- everywhere but her face, and the sweat beading on your forehead doesn't help with your case either.

She shakes her head, "Girl, you're scaring me..." She murmurs just as the professor calls for attention.

Yeah, you're scaring yourself too.

Thankfully, however, the discussion is dropped for the time being once your professor begins his introductory presentation to today's class topic.

Good, something worthy to focus on.

Except, you can't. Not when you shuffle in your seat and you pause the second you feel your underwear absolutely drenched and causing friction against your sore yet needy core.

A rush of heat flares your cheeks- you try to focus, you really do. But anything the professor is saying is just a distant hum in the background, drowned out by the pounding in your ears and the painfully obvious ache between your legs that just won't let up now that it's been exposed to your knowledge.

You shuffle again, crossing and uncrossing your legs, letting your legs relax away from one another and then pressing them together, anything to relieve some of this tension- but with your luck, it only makes the wet patch in your underwear worse.

Your fingers once hovering over your keyboard have been abandoned, now moving their attention to crossing your arms over to physically guard yourself-

-Like that's gonna help at all.

"Gonna let me cum in you, pretty girl?" Mark's voice envisioned through your pathetic mental walls, followed by the wet squelching of your juices as he continued to fuck you. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Have my cum spilling inside you?"

You couldn't respond- how could you? You were so breathless with your eyes rolling back as you laid flat-out on your bed, the taste of Eve's cum still fresh on your lips every time you licked them.

Your only formation of words was mmm hmm! as Mark kept up his relentless rhythm, all the while, Eve was attacking your oversensitive nipples with her mouth and fingers as she kneeled beside you.

You didn't need to orgasm another time, seeing as you'd already done that three other times. But you could feel that familiar bubble inside of you growing, and, well, what's one more to give?

"She's close, Mark," Eve breathed against your right nipple, and the cool air created by her words made you gasp.

"So, so close," You choked out, your hand closest to Eve grasping her bicep tightly in preparation for another orgasm to come, "Please, please."

"That's it, sweet girl," Mark cooed, leaning down so he could fuck deeper inside you, one of his hands moving to rub your unoccupied clit with just that perfect amount of pressure, "Cum with me, baby- been such a good girl."

And that was all it took.

"I'mgoingtothebathroom-" Is all you can quietly squeak out to your roommate before you grab your belongings in a frenzy and race out of the lecture hall with an urgency you've never quite had before. Your roommate glances at you but doesn’t stop you, too absorbed in the lecture now.

Good. You can't handle another fucking question right now.

With a shaky breath and your heart pounding in your chest, you don’t even realise how fast you're walking until you've already found yourself standing in front of your room. Your hands tremble as they fumble with your keys to unlock your door, and your thighs rub together instinctively.

"That's it, baby, cum around my cock." Just as you felt his white ropes of cum spill inside you and Eve leaned down to kiss your plump, red lips. His thumb still traced your clit to milk out your final orgasm, along with Eve's fingers pinching your nipples, extending your orgasm so much that black stars marbled your peripheral vision.

You just need a second. A moment alone to breathe. To regain some sense of control to your crazed emotions.

But as you push open the door, all air leaves your lungs.

Because casually sitting on your bed is...Mark and Eve.

And they smirk when they look you up and down, your current physical state exactly how they want you to be.

Fuck.

[andielle]

Hehe

[andielle]

Jason Todd who does not play about his ex at all. Your break up was mutual, too many arguments, not enough communication. Though you still loved each other, you both knew it was for the best. At least for now, because he always knew he’d come back to you eventually. And while you two weren’t exactly on speaking terms, maybe a slight nod if you crossed paths in public (his heart tore open every time), he never misses a chance to watch you from afar. Everyday, if he can. He just needs to make sure you’re safe, he needs that. Doesn’t matter if you’re apart for 6 months or 2 years, that man is never moving on- it’s kind of pathetic. You’re the only person that matters to him, after all- it’s you or nothing.

Exes does not always mean the love is gone, it’s still very much there. In fact, the love is so strong it sits heavy on his chest and crushes his ribs each night he spends away from you. He wants what’s best for you, but he prays that it won’t be much longer until you’re back in his arms.

After a while though, he starts to get a bit impatient. Dropping hints that you two have been apart for far too long, and he’s ready to try again. Every run in you have in public, there he is with this long speech of how he’s healing and working on himself. He wants you back, bad. And yeah, he agreed to the break up but he didn’t really mean it. Wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up to your place distressed, after months of dancing around each other, begging for you to just come back home.

And don’t get me wrong, yes he has actually been working on himself- more than you know. Part of it is because he realizes he’s in desperate need of some good healing. But for the most part, it’s you. It’s always you, always going to be. His sole purpose of anything has always circled back to you. So, he fixes his attitude just enough, eats 3 square meals a day, tries real hard to say what’s on his mind. Because he realizes he can’t rush this if he hasn’t made any progress. But along the way, he also sort of realizes.. why can’t you two grow together?

Reblogs are appreciated! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[andielle]

Invincible Masterlist

𝕾inister Invincible Variant

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ bloody eater

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ civilian au

ᵃnon ʳequestˢ

nsfw alphabet

𝕳eadcap 𝕴nvincible Variant

You're Mine, Now and Forever

ch 1 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ch2

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ crybaby

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀pedal to the metal

𝕸ohawk 𝕴nvincible Variant

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀civilian au

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀1.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2. ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 3.

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ exhibitionist whore

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ cucking my variant

𝕲oggleless Invincible Variant

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ hit me harder

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀LOVE ME

𝕺mni- Invincible Variant

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ just a toy

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀civilian au

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀virgin territory

𝕱ully-masked/ Dark invincible

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ lover boy  ⠀part 2

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ civilian au

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝕸ark Grayson

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀   ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ catnip

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀cucked by my variant

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ dry humping losers