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UNSHAKEN MASTERLIST. (COMPLETE)

“Why is it that others try to define me by something I had no choice in? Our world never taught to see the soul beneath the surface, but only the flesh that conceived us.”

Mark Grayson x Psychic! Reader

Total W/C: 211k

Warnings: Non-Canon Compliant, Violence, Smut (Later Chapters), Brief Mentions of Child Abuse, Angst

Summary.

You were never intended to be free, only regulated, contained, and used. A lethal weapon that has been conditioned by a lifetime of orders. When the Variants launch their ruthless attack, Cecil makes the decision to send you into battle for the first time, giving you a taste of the freedom you always desired. Everything shifts when you meet Mark Grayson. You begin to understand what it means to choose. To fight for yourself, for something beyond orders. But freedom comes with consequences, and some choices leave scars that never fade.

Prologue: Weapon Unleashed

Chapter 1 Part 1: The Grayson Home Incident

Chapter 1 Part 2: The Grayson Home Incident

Chapter 2 Part 1: In the Shadows of Perception 

Chapter 2 Part 2: In the Shadows of Perception

Chapter 3 Part 1: A Whisper of Freedom

Chapter 3 Part 2: A Whisper of Freedom

Chapter 4 Part 1: A Dance on Divided Ground

Chapter 4 Part 2: A Dance on Divided Ground

Chapter 4 Part 3: A Dance on Divided Ground

Chapter 4 Part 4: A Dance on Divided Ground

Chapter 5: Popcorn and Promises

Chapter 6 Part 1: A Father's Return and a Tiny Arrival

Chapter 6 Part 2: A Father's Return and a Tiny Arrival

Chapter 7 Part 1: Lost to the Unknown

Chapter 7 Part 2: Lost to the Unknown

Chapter 8 Part 1: Two Lines, One Choice

Chapter 8 Part 2: Two Lines, One Choice

Chapter 9: Echoes of Heartbreak: The Final Goodbye Approaches

Chapter 10 Part 1: Inevitable Ends

Chapter 10 Part 2: Inevitable Ends

Chapter 10 Part 3: Inevitable Ends

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mark grayson x spider-woman!reader

prologue — the bite the spider didn’t just change your body, it changed everything.

chapter 1 — double lives, double dates pt 1 double lives and double dates pt 2 you weren’t there. you should’ve been there.

chapter 2 — tangled threads pt 1 tangled threads pt 2 the way she touches his arm… yeah. you’re spiraling.

chapter 3 — the kiss and the curse pt 1 the kiss and the curse pt2

chapter 4 — a stranger in her skin pt 1 a stranger in her skin pt2

chapter 5 — spiders and secrets

chapter 6 — the unmasking pt 1 the unmasking pt 2

chapter 7 — i don’t know who i am anymore pt 1 i don’t know who i am anymore pt 2

chapter 8 — the fight for yourself pt 1 the fight for yourself pt 2 the fight for yourself pt 3

chapter 9 — truth and tangled healing pt 1 truth and tangled healing pt 2 truth and tangled healing pt 3

chapter 10 — our city, our web

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Jason Todd x f!reader

SMUT OH MY GOD PURE FUCKING FILTH

contains virginity kink , dubcon if you squint ig , pre established safeword referenced

You’d said no. Twice. Maybe three times.

Not because you didn’t want him—but because Jason Todd was too much. Too tall, too broad, too sure. He looked at you like he already owned you, like your shy excuses were just background noise before the inevitable.

So when his shadow filled your doorway, knuckles tapping against the wood like a promise, your heart stuttered.

"Thought we already talked about this," Jason said lowly, his voice soaked in gravel and heat. "You’re mine. You know that."

Your breath caught, legs trembling, thighs pressed tight together. "Jason, I—"

He didn’t let you finish. One hand slid along your cheek, thumb brushing your lips like he was already imagining them wrapped around something else. His other hand braced the doorframe, caging you in without touching you, but still—commanding.

“You can say no if you want,” he murmured, dipping his head to whisper near your ear, “but you and I both know what you really need. I can smell it on you, sweetheart.”

You barely had time to react before Jason had you pressed against the wall, your feet barely touched the ground, lifting you like you weighed nothing in his hands.

His mouth was at your throat, hot breath fanning over your skin as he growled, "You don’t want to tell me no, baby."

Your fingers scrabbled at his shoulders, not pushing him away—just trying to hold on. Trying to breathe through the rush of heat and panic and arousal flooding you all at once.

“You think I don’t see it?” he rasped, grinding his hips against yours, letting you feel just how badly he wanted you. “The way you look at me like you’re scared… and aching for it anyway.”

"I—Jason, I haven’t—" You gasped as he shifted his grip, one massive hand sliding under your thigh, forcing your leg up against his hip.

"Yeah, I know," he said, voice softer now, but still laced with that hunger. "That’s why I’m gonna take my time. Gonna ruin you right the first time. But you’re not running from me, sweetheart. Not tonight."

He kissed you like a man starving, like he'd been waiting too long already—and when you whimpered into his mouth, Jason groaned like he was the one being touched.

"Fuck, that’s it… You’re mine now. Every inch of you."

His lips were on yours again, demanding, taking. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a claim.

You moaned, helpless under the weight of him, his hands dragging down your sides, gripping your thighs like he was trying to memorize every inch before he even got you bare.

“Gonna stretch you open so good, sweetheart,” he muttered against your jaw. “No one else’ll ever fit. Just me.”

You whimpered, thighs instinctively squeezing together—but he noticed. Of course he did. One of his massive hands slid between your legs and forced them apart again, easily overpowering you.

“No hiding,” he growled. “Let me see.”

Your hands flew to his chest, not to push him off, but just to hold on. He was so big, so warm—muscle stacked on muscle, like a beast wearing skin. You felt like you could drown in the heat of him.

“Still scared?” he asked low, dragging your shirt up, tossing it somewhere behind him without ever breaking eye contact.

“I—I don’t know,” you whispered.

He paused. Just for a second.

But his thumb brushed the underside of your jaw, lifting your face. “That’s okay,” he said, softer. “I’ll take care of you. But I am gonna break you in. You get that, baby?”

Your stomach flipped, heat rushing to your core. You nodded—just once—and that was all he needed.

He had you on the bed before you could blink, panties ripped off like they were paper in his hands. Jason groaned when he looked down at you, like he was in pain.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Look at this pretty little pussy. All untouched, all mine.”

You tried to close your legs, flustered—but he shoved them open again, climbing between them, his size dwarfing yours.

“You’ve been saving this for me, haven’t you?” he asked, nuzzling your neck, voice rough with something feral. “Even if you didn’t know it.”

Your breath hitched. You had thought about him. In the quiet of night, under the covers. But never like this. Never with him towering over you, dragging the thick head of his cock through your folds, teasing your soaked cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet already,” he groaned. “I knew you’d take me.”

"Jason," you breathed, nails digging into his arms. "It won’t—it won’t fit—"

"Yes it will," he growled, lining himself up. “It has to. You’re made for me.”

He pushed in, slow but relentless, stretching you inch by inch. Your back arched, a broken sob leaving your throat as the sting hit—pleasure wrapped in pain.

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, his forehead pressing to yours as he held still, buried halfway.

"Fuck. So tight. So good," he hissed. “Tell me if it’s too much. I’ll slow down.” You knew he was lying through his teeth, but trying to calm your nerves.

You shook your head, tears prickling your eyes—not from fear, but from the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Your body struggling to take him, your brain short-circuiting on the heat of it all.

"Please," you whispered.

"Please what, baby?"

"Don’t stop."

His control snapped.

Jason thrust in deep with a low, animal sound, bottoming out and holding you there, stretched and trembling around him.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled. “Taking me like this on your first time—fuck, you were made for me.”

He started moving, hard and steady, fucking you through the burn, praising you between every thrust, breath hot against your lips.

"That’s it. Cry for me. Let ‘em hear how good I’m making you feel. Nobody else’ll ever get this. Nobody else’ll ever touch you like this again."

You barely had time to breathe before Jason was slamming into you again.

“Thought you said you couldn’t take it,” he growled, voice sharp as broken glass. “But look at you. Fuckin’ dripping around my cock.”

You cried out, nails raking down his back as his hips snapped forward, deeper, harder. Your body felt wrecked—used and trembling—but it didn’t stop you from begging for more.

“J-Jason—” you whimpered, voice breaking. “Too much—!”

He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him through the blur of tears. His eyes were dark, hungry, but there was something dangerous there now—possessive, cruel, hooked.

“No, it’s not,” he said through gritted teeth. “This little cunt’s still squeezing me like she loves it. You can cry, you can shake, but you’re gonna take every inch.”

You tried to move, to squirm away from the pressure—he caught your hips and slammed you down harder.

"Where d’you think you’re going, huh?" he hissed, lips brushing your cheek. "You begged for it. Now you take it."

Tears slid down your temples, pleasure and pain tangling in your core like fire. You’d already come once—maybe twice—you couldn’t tell anymore. But Jason didn’t stop. He wasn’t even close.

“Gonna fuck the innocence right outta you,” he snarled. “Gonna ruin you so good, you’ll cry when I don’t touch you.”

Your body convulsed beneath him as another orgasm crashed through you—sudden, overwhelming, raw. You sobbed, back arching, thighs twitching helplessly as he fucked you through it, barely letting up.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, thrusts still punishing. “God, you’re perfect like this—cryin’, moaning, takin’ it like you were born for it.”

He reached between your bodies, thick fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight, mean circles. Your scream cracked in your throat.

“N-no more—!”

“Uh-uh. You can. You will.” He leaned in, lips brushing yours with cruel affection. “One more. Give it to me, sweetheart. C’mon, be a good girl—make a mess for me.”

Your body gave in before your mind could catch up—your orgasm ripped through you like a bolt of lightning, leaving your legs trembling, mouth open in a silent cry.

Jason groaned, burying himself deep, twitching inside you.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up. Claim you. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt it—the heat, the stretch, the ownership of it—burning into you like a brand. And when he finally collapsed over you, chest heaving, your whole body felt like jelly. Ruined. Owned.

He kissed your temple, almost too gently for how rough he’d just been.

“Did so fuckin’ good for me,” he murmured. “You’re mine now. You know that, don’t you?”

You nodded, broken and breathless—and Jason just smiled.

“Good girl.”

Your body barely registered the weight of him at first—Jason lying over you, breath still hot against your ear, the bed dipping beneath his bulk as his cock throbbed still hard inside you. "Color?" He whispers softly against your jawline.

You whimpered, trembling under him, legs too weak to move, slick coating your thighs, everything sore and stretched beyond anything you’d ever felt before. "G... Gr..." You struggled to form the word, but he seemed to understand. Green.

“Shhh,” Jason murmured, voice low and deceptively soft. “I know, baby. You did so good for me.”

His hand slid up your side, palm warm, soothing—until he cupped your breast and gave it a rough squeeze that made you flinch.

“You feel that? Still fuckin’ hard,” he muttered, grinding his hips slow, pushing deeper, making your breath catch in your throat. “Your pussy’s too good. Can’t help myself.”

You whimpered, hands pressing weakly against his chest.

“Jason— I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His tone dropped, firm again, cruelly sweet. “You’ll take it. Just like you did before.”

He shifted, dragging himself out almost all the way—before slamming back in. You screamed, hips jolting from the pressure, tears spilling over again.

“F-fuck,” he groaned. “Still so tight. Like your cunt doesn’t even wanna let me go.”

He leaned in, licking the salt off your cheek like it belonged to him. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll help you through it. I’ll teach your body what it means to belong to me.”

One of his hands slid under your back, lifting you like you weighed nothing, folding you open beneath him. His other hand gripped your throat—not choking, just holding, just reminding you who owned every inch of you now.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Your eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus, and his gaze locked on yours—wild and worshipful, unhinged with lust.

“I’m gonna make you come again. Gonna fuck you ‘til you forget your own name. Gonna ruin this pretty little body so bad, the next time you see yourself in the mirror, all you’ll think about is me.”

You sobbed his name as he started fucking you again, brutal and deep, his cock hitting the spot that made your legs twitch, overstimulated nerves sparking off like live wires.

“Aw, baby,” Jason cooed, mocking your tears. “You cryin’ already? We’re just getting started.”

And then his lips brushed your ear again, his voice dropping to a filthy whisper.

“You said you were mine. So I’m not stopping until your body knows it.”

Your body was wrecked—legs shaking, throat raw from sobbing, your face a mess of tears and drool and slick sweat. But Jason didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He looked down at you like you were the only thing that had ever mattered—something sacred and unholy all at once.

“Look at you,” he panted, laughing low in his throat. “Tears, snot, fuckin’ droolin’ for me—and still soaked.”

You sobbed, trying to say his name, but it came out broken—just a gasp, just another plea.

And he loved it.

“Filthy little virgin,” he growled, mocking, slamming in again, harder than before. “Took my cock once and now you’re addicted, huh?”

You clawed at the sheets, legs spread wide where he held them, pinned like a butterfly under a blade. His hips crashed into you, bruising, relentless—his cock stretching you open again, again, again.

“You were made for this,” he snarled. “Made for me. Gonna keep you like this. Leaking. Crying. Ruined.”

You choked on a moan, another orgasm building in your belly like thunder. It hurt. It burned. It was bliss.

“Bet you can’t even think anymore,” he hissed, leaning down to kiss your open mouth—sloppy, messy, claiming it. “Just a stupid little hole now. That it, sweetheart? That all you are?”

Your body jerked as your orgasm hit—violent, blinding, pulling a scream from your lips as you spasmed beneath him.

“There she is,” Jason growled, fucking you through it, cock pulsing. “There’s my good little whore.”

He came with a deep, brutal thrust, filling you so deep you swore you could feel it in your throat. You cried out, twitching around him, so overstimulated it felt like you might float out of your body.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going.

“Gonna fuck it back in,” he panted. “Gonna fuck you ‘til it sticks. ‘Til you’re leaking me for days.”

Your sob turned into a whimper, into a plea, into a pathetic, slurred, "please."

Jason’s mouth curled in a grin—wolfish. Dangerous. But his voice dropped, just for a second, warm and cruel:

“That’s it, baby. Cry for me. Take it. Love it. I know you do.”

And God help you—you did.

You didn’t know how long it had been.

Your body had stopped keeping track. Every orgasm bled into the next, every thrust punched the breath out of your lungs, and Jason *still* hadn’t slowed. He was a machine—no, worse than that. Something feral. Unhinged.

“I could keep you like this forever,” he grunted, cock dragging in and out of your raw, twitching cunt, one hand fisted in your hair to keep you looking up at him. “Nothin’ but a fuckdoll. Cryin’, beggin’, drippin’.”

You tried to speak—tried to say no, or maybe yes, maybe more—but nothing came out. Just a shattered moan, your lips glossy with spit, tears clinging to your lashes like glitter.

He leaned in and spat in your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

He started rutting into you harder, faster, laughing when you screamed and tried to pull away—only to cry harder when your body rocked back into him like it couldn’t bear the distance.

“Fucked dumb,” he growled. “Look at you. My sweet little virgin, brain turned to mush ‘cause you love my cock so much.”

You sobbed again, shaking uncontrollably as another orgasm ripped through you—your body betraying you, chasing pleasure even when it hurt.

Jason’s breath stuttered as he came again, cock pulsing inside you, his chest heaving. And this time, he finally stopped. Didn’t pull out. Just stayed buried in you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you slick with sweat.

And then—

His hands changed.

Gentle now. Fingers brushing your hair back. Stroking your jaw.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice like gravel and velvet. “You still with me, baby?”

You whimpered, and he kissed your cheeks—your eyelids—your temple.

“So fuckin’ good,” he breathed. “My girl. Took everything I gave you like a fuckin’ angel.”

You blinked blearily up at him. Your voice cracked: “Jason…”

He hushed you with another kiss, slow and deep, like he meant it.

“I got you,” he promised. “You’re mine now, yeah? No runnin’. No one else touches you. Just me.”

You nodded, half-delirious.

Jason cradled you close, still inside you, wrapping you up like he was afraid you might disappear. His lips brushed your ear again, warm and possessive:

“Next time, I’m tying you down. Gonna make you beg proper.”

But even as he whispered it, his thumbs stroked softly over your hips. Kissing every ruined, trembling inch of you.

And you knew—you were never getting out of this bed again.

so painfully self indulgent fuck i need this , cant decide if i want to be him or be under him goddamn

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“College break doesn’t start until Monday.” Debbie chirps, eyes following the way William so easily navigates his way through the kitchen, three mugs lining the kitchen counter.

“Gotham U’s aware of the crime rates. So, they give you a year planner with the curriculum and they give you the semester’s topics and stuff.” William hums, continuing to carefully dust cinnamon across the top of frothy white foam.

“And if you finish your tasks prematurely, you get to go home afterwards.” You explain, before plugging the vacuum cleaner into the wall, glossy lips pursed in concentration as a soft silence fills the lounge.

Nobody’s ready to address the elephant in the room. The fact that it’s been months since you’ve spoken to Mark, having saved his name as Gotye in a clever and sleep-deprived haze because he was, in fact, somebody that you used to know.

William places Debbie’s mug in her awaiting palms, a plate of pastries in her lap before he hums softly, lips pursed.

“Are the gutters clean?” He questions and Debbie shakes her head. “Mark didn’t get around to it before he left for college.”

And William lets out a sound, like a huff but he makes no comment.

“Like Eve’s vagina is amazing enough to neglect your mother.” The low hum of the vacuum acts as the sweetest ambience, Debbie’s attention on the book in her grasp as you continue to quietly seethe about Mark and his stupid, stupid choices.

“I don’t know. She’s got like… a whole feminine hygiene label named after her.” William shrugs his shoulders, standing on one of the kitchen stools to clean as he begins to dust at the light fixtures, gloved hands carefully unscrewing at the cover.

“What?” Your brows scrunch.

“Summer’s Eve.” William answers and there’s a quiet silence, only filled by the bubbly and airy laughter that slips from Debbie, her face obscured by the hard cover of what you can only assume, looks deviously innocent.

“Man, fuck you.” You huff, but the corners of your mouth twitch with amusement.

And before Debbie can reprimand you, you’re already sliding a dollar into the swear jar in the centre of the coffee table.

“It looks empty.” You hum softly.

“You two stopped coming around as much and after Nolan…” Debbie trails off. “Safe to say, no one cusses much anymore.”

There’s a sad silence that fills the once warm home, and you swallow, the corners of your mouth tugging downwards just a bit before you inhale.

“I’m… Sorry about Mr Nola—”

“He can suck a dick.” William slides a dollar into the jar. “I never trusted him. He’s got a porn stache.”

You cup your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles.

“Dollar.” Debbie points at the jar. Pretty, peeling flowers painted by cheap acrylic, and you make a mental note to fix it.

“I didn’t swear twice.” William defends.

“You said ‘pornography’.” Debbie hums.

“I didn’t say ‘pornography’, I said ‘porn’.”

“We can’t say ‘porn’?” You question.

“No. And a dollar.”

And you purse your lips, before sliding a 20 dollar bill into the jar, gaze averted.

And Debbie grimaces.

“Why have you spoken about pornography 20 separate times?”

“Miss Debbie, I don’t know why I speak about half of the things I do.”

Debbie let’s out what can only be called a low groan, a headache brewing but for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t feel like she’s out of her depth with a teenager.

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“Eve, you’ve met my mom.”

Mark ushers Eve into the lounge, their shoes swapped out for the slippers that sit comfortably at the door and Debbie gives Eve a sweet smile, crinkles at the corners of her eyes.

“It’s nice to see you, Eve.”

Mark glances towards the jar on the coffee table, brows scrunching in confusion at the cash that nearly spills over the edge, stuffed haphazardly and he stares towards the blossoms. Freshly painted baby pink peonies and snowy tulips, staring back at him. Almost menacingly and he glances back at Debbie. Eyes narrowing.

Watching her and Eve before he hums. Almost offhandedly.

“M’gonna go shower.”

Mark trudges up the staircase, speedy steps as he makes his way towards his room and he feels almost… nostalgic.

All of this, all of the easiness was before it all happened.

Before he felt what it’s like to choke on your own blood, to see his father’s fists stained red and that… Crazed, empty look in his father’s eyes.

Before it all when to shit. And he takes a breath.

Walls littered with Seance Dog posters, shelves stuffed with comic books and figurines, a small mirror on the wall, and Mark hates the way his gaze lingers on your features, pretty face encapsulated by film and stuck on his mirror. Cheeks sucked inwards, glossy lips pouting cutely and a bedazzled cowboy hat on your head. He remembers the way the three of you clamoured into that tiny, crammed photo booth.

And much to his dismay, he had found himself on William’s lap, despite the fact that he really, really wanted to have you on his lap instead.

“Why do I have to sit on William’s lap?”

Mark grumbles, arms folded across his chest, brows knitted into a frown as he watches you readjust your bearings. Both of them, making sure you’ve got just the right amount of cleavage for the picture. He makes an active effort not to stare.

And you gasp. “Is it because he’s gay?”

And Mark groans.

“It’s because he has a dick.”

He tries to bite back that memory, as well as the painful burn behind his eyes and he runs his tongue along his plump bottom lip, before hopping onto his bed. Face planted into the pillow and he takes a heavy breath.

“Fuck me.”

Your smell is strong on his pillows, his bedding. And he almost feels stupid that it took him so long to smell that sweet scent that he’s basically had a lungful for all of his life. The smell that clung to his clothing so comfortably. And his heart clenches, hands moving out of their own accord and he pulls one of his pillows towards him, wrapping muscular arms around the cushion before letting out a breath.

You’re everywhere.

His walls: “This colour would look really good. It’s in Séance Dog’s palette, so nothing should ever clash.”

His floors: “You fucking animal. Why do you even have coffee stains on your floor?”

His ceiling: “Maybe we should put a mobile up there. Since you’re such a giant baby.”

Fuck, even his shelves were lined with things that reminded him of you. Paper crafts, those stupid little seashells and turtles that would line your For You page, framed pictures of you and William. Comic Cons, fan signs and even a stupid talent show.

“You guys look gay.” You snicker, hands tucked into pockets of your fuzzy onesie, the black dot on your nose and drawn on whiskers made it obvious you were a cat.

“Fuck you. Magic’s cool.” William defends and Mark nods. “Yeah! Besides, what are you even supposed to be doing?”

“An interpretive dance, duh.”

A laugh slips past Mark’s lips when he recalls the hesitant applause that came from your performance.

You basically just sat in the centre of the stage, contemporary music playing from the speakers and you licked your leg. Mimicking a cat washing itself.

He thinks of the way you had to defend him and William from bullies because magic is, in fact, pretty gay. Especially with the amount of glitter on William’s cape and his waistcoat.

Mark takes a deep, shaky breath to steady himself.

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Biting down on his bottom lip, Mark rifles through his drawers in the dead of the night. Muscles flexing, body tense and so, so wound up and he’s downright embarrassed by the way his body loosens at the sight of cotton.

A flash of violet, accompanied by lavender lace and Mark fists the fabric, veins raising on the backs of his hand because of his iron clutch and he glances towards the tent in his boxers.

Shuffling back to his bed, Mark props himself up on his pillows, before he lowers his waistband.

His cock leaks copiously, translucent trickles down onto his tightly toned belly, abs flexing with each breath as he brings the cloth to his nose, taking a deep whiff.

He used your fabric softener. So the smell of you clings to it but not in the way he wants, not in the way he needs.

He needs to smell your cunt after a long day, he needs to lick a stripe up your slit before pressing down on your clit, all while his eyes are on yours. Watching, learning what you like. Before he gives it to you. God, the way he’d give it to you.

Mark fists his cock, beads of precum running down the length of his cock, pooling in the crook of his thumb, before he swipes the pudgy digit along the edge of his flared tip. A stuttering breath slipping past his lips and his brows furrow in an attempt to keep quiet.

His room is dark but fuck, the moonlight soaks his bedroom, his window open and whispers of icy wind makes his skin prickle and he’s just so fucking sensitive.

He misses you. Bad.

He misses the way his cock would nestle in the crease of your ass when you spooned, separate by layers of fabric that did fucking nothing to hide how warm you actually are. He misses his nose being buried in the curve of your neck, the way he’d subconsciously push your tits up when he wrapped his arms around your body, pushing them up just a bit. And he likes how you never noticed his peeking.

Mark thumbs at his flushed tip, brushing just along that divot and he stuffs your panties into his mouth.

He really doesn’t wanna get caught by his mom and his teammate with his best friend’s panties in his mouth.

And motion in the corner of his eye catches his attention, and Mark’s head whips at the sight of you walking past your window, before doing a fucking double take.

A double take and your gaze meets his.

And Mark’s fucking expression crumples, but not with sadness. No….

Mark’s eyes roll back, drool soaking through the fabric of your panties and he knows that you watch the way pearly cum shoots out of him, lazy ribbons coating his chest and abs.

Mark’s panicking through his pleasure-filled haze, especially at the way your mouth is agape and the corners of your mouth twitch upward. A wide ass, open mouthed smile. You’re looking at him like you’re about to call him a dirty dog and slap his arm.

“Uhhh…”

He doesn’t know why he gets up, but he hates himself for it when he does, his cock still hard and glistening and it’s actually in your eyeline, your hand moving to cover your mouth, your head turning away and fuck, that flash of vibrant satin on your head makes his cock twitch.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He breathes out, panicked as he grabs his sheets, fumbling to wrap them around his waist.

His chest is heaving, his cheeks are flushed and raven strands are tousled. He hope the Earth swallows him.

But he also wishes you’d swallow him too. The way your tongue would rove over his skin, and the way you’d clean it up.

And yet another ribbon shoots from him, this time, all the way up to his jaw.

“Mark! Stop cumming!”

“I’m trying!”

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warnings: MDNI, afab/fem! receiving cunnilingus, just another short horny drabble

love love love thinking about munch! mark who devours you like it's his second job. whether it's on his bed, in your car, on the couch, in the shower... he loves savoring the taste of you on his tongue....

munch! mark who gets on his knees while you two are showering together, his big hands spread apart your thighs, guiding them onto his shoulders - forcing you to grab the walls of your shower.

munch! mark who looks up at you with his sweet little puppy eyes - so excited to stuff his face into your folds. he'll always have something so playfully mark - but deviously sexy to say like, "been waiting all day for my favorite treat"

munch! mark whose cock is twitching with excitement, hitting his stomach while he grins up at you. you're shaking with anticipation - knowing damn well he's about to give you the best head of your life, outdoing the hundredth times before then.

munch! mark who can literally hold his breath for two weeks and he sure as hell won't let you forget it. the way he licks up and down your folds, refusing to unlatch his mouth from you and completely unafraid to get his face messy. his nose prods your clit while his tongue is exploring deep inside you.

munch mark! who you don't have to worry about keeping yourself upright for - he's strong enough to do that himself. and thank god, because with each lap of his tongue your bones turn more and more into jelly.

munch! mark who makes you cum until you're shaking because he's so proud of his affect on you. he loves having to support your weight while you shiver above him - your grip on his wet hair making his stomach stir with want.

walk with me for this next part ...

munch! mark's first time eating your pussy:

you're in his bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt - his face buried between your thighs. when you look down at him his eyes are locked onto yours - his lids low and sleepy while he licks languidly at your pulsing clit. his chocolate brown swirls study your facial expressions with every flick of his tongue. it's intense. almost as intense as the head he's giving you; slow and torturous while he's figuring out what feels the best for you.

you're biting your bottom lip to keep quiet because his family is just downstairs but it's hard when he starts to pick up speed - his hand reaching up to clasp yours when he hears you gasp suddenly.

he's still watching you, watching the fluttering of your lashes when his tongue reaches deep inside you and he can't help but grind himself into the mattress beneath him. his pre-cum latches onto the fabric of his sweats while he gets off to you coming undone by his tongue.

munch mark! who after some experience loves to eat you out from behind - ass up and head down. his thumbs keep your folds spread for him while he all but makes out with your cunt. you feel his tongue everywhere - it's overwhelmingly delicious and each time he laps at your cunt it feels better than the previous time... because if mark is good at something it's learning - no, training. mark is definitely training himself to eat your pussy so good you could never find that kind of pleasure from anyone else.

munch! mark who would never ask for anything back... and when you insist on returning the favor you'll occasionally find the evidence of his own orgasm sticky in his pants. he'll nervously laugh, giving you a shrug. he just couldn't help himself! not when you wriggled under his body for an hour.

(does anyone else want to clean up his jizz with their tongue before giving him the sloppiest top of his life ? or just me...😔)

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"I wanna break up."

"No you don't."

Rex dismisses you easily, hands readjusting the grip on the weight he holds just above his chest, continuing to lift and lower.

Maybe you should've picked a better time.

Like a time when you're not forced to watch sweat trickle down the delves of his carved muscles, when he's not grunting quiet numbers out and when his bun is perfctly tight, instead of being as lazy as it is now. But you're already here and you shift your weight from foot to foot, gaze lowered to where your sneakers scuff at the foam padded floor.

"Yes I do." You interject, taking another step closer and you watch as Rex's brows crease into a frown, before he carefully sets the weights back into place, and you catch a glance towards the bar.

Holy fuck, its your bodyweight on each side.

Rex sits up, elbows braced on his knees and the muscles of his thighs stretch and bunch beneath his shorts, and he leans forward, slumped. Gingery strands fall over his brows, and he doesn't bother to push the hair back, simply staring at you from beneath furrowed brows.

"Why?" Rex questions. "I didn't cheat this time."

"The fact that you feel the need to add 'this time', is incredibly alarming. And secondly, cheating isn't the only thing that leads to relationships ending." You state and you take steps towards Rex, before planting yourself on the spot next to him, your hand moving to rest on his knee, manicured nails tracing along one of the scars there, feeling the smooth, pink scar tissue beneath the pad of your finger.

"Well, I wouldn't know." Rex shrugs. "All of my relationships end because I cheated which, by the way, I'm not doing."

"This one isn't ending because you cheat—" "Because this one isn't ending."

Rex interrupts you unapologetically, dipping his head just enough to press a lingering kiss on your cheek, before resting back on the bench, muscular hands wrapping around the gripping spots of the bar. And he lowers it back down to his chest, and you get to watch the muscles ripple beneath his tawny skin.

"Rex—"

"Babe." His voice is stern, watching you from the corner of his narrowing eyes. "I didn't cheat, I didn't forget your birthday because it's on my homescreen and I'm not—"

Rex takes a breath, emerald pools fluttering shut and his nostrils flare just a moment as he tries to centre himself.

"Why do you wanna break up?" Rex questions, his voice even.

"I just...—" You purse your lips. "—I don't think you're serious about us, which is fine, per say but—"

"You're full of shit." Rex interrupts, letting out a heavy breath before setting the weight back. "How the fuck am I not serious?"

And you run your tongue along the top row of your teeth, before looking towards Rex. His eyes are just a bit darker, olive tones hidden beneath the iris in shades of annoyance. And you let out a heavy breath.

"Lower your tone."

"Yes, ma'am."

You watch the way his lips quirk, full lips curving into a grin that has his tongue resting at his canine, eyes glancing over you so... Inappropriately.

"We're breaking up, don't be weird." You huff, arms folding across your chest and Rex hums so sweetly, tossing a muscular and heavy arm over your shoulders, the scent of musky sweat and cologne fills your nose.

"We're not breaking up." Rex stares at you, head tilting and a playful smile playing on his lips, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

"I'm gonna let you talk about your feelings, and I'm gonna respect your feelings. And I'm gonna take your constructive criticism to heart, before I make you feel better." Rex lists out his words very sweetly, sweaty fingers readjusting the pretty pendant around your neck, readjusting to hide the clasp at the nape of your neck, the pendant just above the valley of your breasts.

And you let out a scoff.

"That's not what's gonna happen."

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That's exactly what happened.

Rex keeps your thighs spread obscenely wide, full lips wrapped around your clit and giving your gentle little sucks, juniper pools locked on the way your face screws up. Brows knitting and lips parting into that pretty and pouty 'o' shape.

Slick trickles down his chin, soaking the neckline of his snowy compression shirt, thumbs tracing circles into the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

He spreads your folds delicately, broad tongue gathering the sweet slick before he spits it back at your clit, the swollen nub peeking out between velvety curtains and Rex groans softly.

"S'fuckin' wet, baby." Rex croons, brows pinching into a delighted frown as he drags his tongue through all the crevices he finds, lapping at your cunt with needy abandon.

"Tell me about your feelings." He whispers softly. "...m'payin' attention."

"I feel... ah-uhm... I feel —so good—.." Your toes curl, your nails digging into the bench beneath you, the leathes creeking beneath you as slick makes the fabric so shiny.

And Rex groans.

"Mhm, tell me more."

He goads you, one forearm tucked in the crook behind your knees, keeping your thighs pushed to your chest as his free hand palms and paws at your fleshy thighs.

And thick fingers push into your gooey cunt, and you let out a high pitched sound.

"You gonna come?" Rex coos, eyes locked on your glossy cunt, puffy lips wrapped around his pumping fingers, calloused pads pressing against that spongy spot that makes your head tipped back, stars dotting the backs of your eyelids and your toes curl and flex.

Rex can feel the spasm of you around his fingers, the squelchy sounds ring out in the quietness of the gym, only accompanied by panted breaths and your whimpers.

"Uh—...mmmf ..— uh huh." You whine meekly and Rex coos.

He feels your walls flutter, cunt leaking copious amounts of slick, pooling below you.

And he begins to fuck his fingers into you with abandon.

And your mind melts with how his fingers poke, prod and pound into that sensitive patch of nerves and you're coming around his fingers.

And you're not stopping.

"Tell me what I wanna hear, princess, tell me, baby." Rex huffs, moving to sit right behind your head, guiding your head to rest against his crotch, thickly corded thighs one either side of your head. Muscles flexing and his hard, leaking cock pressing against the elegant slope of your neck.

The heel of his palm grinds against your oversensitive clit, ringed pointer and pinky pointed downwards and two fingers fuck you with abandon. The squelch is lewd and the sound of your blood rushing fills your ears.

"I— fuck, Rex— I- 'm full of shit. 'm so full of it." You whine, nails digging and leaving scratches along the carved muscle of his thighs.

"I'm full of shit and-and-and—!"

Your toes curl when that wire in your belly snaps, Rex's hand moves to cover your mouth, stifling the scream that rips from your throat, a surge of slick soaking his palm.

And your body goes limp.

And Rex's hand rubs over your cunt, spreading the glossy sheen acoss your flushed and puffy lips.

"You still wanna break up?"

"....no."

Your voice is meek, lashes fluttering and eyes teary as Rex trails his fingers along your pulsing slit, before pushing three fingers into you. Your belly dips inward and your brain turns to mush when he starts dragging his fingers along your walls in deep, slow strokes. And you feel the way his hand pulls away, lipgloss spread on his palm and he pushes two fingers into your mouth, watching the way your lips wrap around his fingers.

Your sounds are muffled, panted breaths leaving your nose and your eyes begin to tear as you look up at him through your lashes, pupils blown wide and cunt quivering.

"You gonna say you're sorry for hurting my feelings?" Rex speaks so softly, thumb brushing along the softness of your cheek and you nod your head, feeling as he shifts off the edge, gently tugging you towards the edge.

He guides you until your head's upside down, your head hanging off the edge.

"Don't be a fucking asshole and use your teeth like last time."

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Leave a note that this is not official art or screenshots :D I just got a little carried away with the rendering, while making these matching phone wallpapers/avatars. There’s so much cosmic harmony art for Jayvik, so I went for moments when they were farthest apart from each other.

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Before and After

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The Exposition

Kenji Sato x Journalist! Reader

Enemies To Lovers | Forced Proximity | Pining

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“I don’t think they’re ready for the fall, had a little, and now she wants more. Told her I gotta make some calls, This just might be one hell of a night”. - The Walls by Chase Atlantic

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The sports section has always been your favorite part of the newspaper. Reading about athletes making history was so inspiring. This is what ignited your interest in sports journalism. You’d get involved in the school newspaper in high school, almost covering all the sports. You were always on a high, but it came crashing down when you entered college. Entering the Daily Bugle as the only female reporter has its downside. Your male peers would always look down on you, trying to discourage you from touching sports. Quoting your editor in chief, “Leave the sports reporting to the men who take it seriously, and report on something simple, like the upcoming musical”. But you were determined to make your mark in the world as a sports journalist.

You were staring at your computer for the last ten minutes trying to figure out the perfect conclusion for the basketball article. Your eyes wondered towards the time on the upper right hand corner.

4:40 pm

“I’ll finish it during english”.

You shut off your laptop and slid it in your bag

Your evening class is on the other side of the college, and unfortunately, you don’t own a car or a scooter so you have to walk 15 minutes from your dorm to your designated building. On your way to your class, you would usually pass by the baseball field, where the baseball teams begins to prep for the season.

While walking by the baseball field, you hear the sound of baseballs being hit by bats, the whistles being blown by the coach and the players yelling at each other to run.

As you continue your walk down, you hear a baseball being whacked and cheers from other players.

“Way to go Sato”! One person cheered.

You see the baseball fly over the fence, but before you could move out of the way, everything went pitch black.

~

Moments later you wake up in a bright, unfamiliar room. Your head was pounding, and a cold pack was sitting on your forehead.

You try to sit up, but you felt too dizzy.

A woman, who you assume was the school medic, came up to you and helped you sit up.

“What happened”? You ask.

“Isn’t it obvious? You got hit with a baseball. You were out for almost 5 hours”. She said.

“Oh”. You look down, feeling embarrassed.

“Young lady, you shouldn’t be walking near the baseball field. Especially when there’s practice going on. You’re lucky it’s just a mild concussion”. The medic lectured you.

“It’s the only way I get to my class”. Then your stomach sinks. You look at the clock.

9:32 pm.

“Fuck, I missed the lecture”! You cussed in your head. And then the realization settles in.

“FUCK I MISSED THE DEADLINE”! You groaned while you bury your head in your hands. You can kiss your journalism dreams goodbye.

“I don’t care what excuse you have. I swear, you college kids are so careless. As soon as you’re able to, get out of my office and try to find a ride home”. She puts another ice pack onto your head and leaves you to wallow in your misery.

“Well, isn’t she delightful”. An unfamiliar voice says.

You look up to see a 6 ft tall guy with raven hair leaning against the door frame.

“Dorthy is usually snappy at this point. I wouldn’t take it personally”. He enters the room and approaches you.

“Can I help you”? You ask

“I wanted to apologize to you, for accidentally hitting you with that baseball”. He scratched his neck.

“Oh, so that was you”. You glared at the guy while fixing the ice pack on your head.

“Yeah, I guess my strength was too much”. He laughed, trying to lighten the mood. You were still unamused.

“It’s a little late, shouldn’t you be heading home”?

“I wanted to know if you were okay”.

“Aww how thoughtful”.

“I’m Kenji. Kenji Sato. Baseball rookie today, baseball legend tomorrow”. He brags.

“Kenji… aren’t you the same Kenji that scored 5 home runs in a row at that one game against Florida state two years ago”?

He smirks. “So you’re a fan”.

“Not really, but I remember it made headlines for the school paper . You’re pretty impressive for a freshman”.

“For a freshman huh”? He laughs.

“Hey, it’s a compliment pretty boy”. You lean back into the chair.

“You know, I never got your name pretty girl”.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N”. You extend your hand and Kenji shook it.

“Well Y/N. I want to make this up to you. Y’know, I haven’t had dinner yet. You maybe want to join me?”

“Sure. What do you have in mind”?

~

“Wait, so that was you who broke the dean’s window”? Your eyes widened.

“No one knows aside from my buddies on the team. Consider it an inside scoop”. Kenji winks.

The waiter sets down a pepperoni pizza down on the table. The smell of the sizzling meat and cheesy goodness reached both of your noses, making both of your mouths water.

You guys ate all of the pizza in under five minutes. More of Kenji eating everything considering his metabolism. A few minutes later, he pushed the dish aside and leaned back in his chair.

“So Y/N, why journalism? Specifically sports journalism”? He interogates.

“I used to be apart of the school newspaper back in high school. Something about watching the games and interviewing athletes has always peaked my interest. If you ask me, it’s better than reporting on politics or school plays”. You sipped on your water.

“Ahhh, so you’re nosy”.

“Y’know if it weren’t for us being nosy, you wouldn’t get your 15 minutes of fame”. You say, making Kenji chuckle

“So, any articles you’re working on”?

“Well, I wrote one on basketball team but I missed the deadline because somebody knocked me out with a baseball”.

Kenji shrunk down into his seat. “Sorry about that. Really”.

“Don’t worry, I usually don’t hold grudges.”

“Well look on the bright side, you got a new story”. He says.

“Aspiring journalist gets knocked out by the famed Kenji Sato”.

You laughed. “As much as that would make a really great story, nobody at that the Daily Bugle takes me seriously”. You sighed, playing with the straw inside your cup.

“How come”? He raised his eye brow.

“According to my editor, and to all the men at the daily bugle, “leave the sports to the men”. You quote.

“That sounds pretty toxic. You deserve a chance to show the world how crazy talented you are with words. You deserve better than that place you’re in Y/N”.

“As much as I want to, I’m willing to stay. I’m very determined to prove myself. Even if I have to get my hands dirty”.

“You are persistent”.

“I prefer ambitious”.

“I like ambitious women”.

“Sure you do”.

~

For the last few weeks, you kept seeing Kenji. He would walk you to your classes, bring you coffee when you had a bad day at the Daily Bugle. Whenever he didn’t have baseball practice, you two would either go out for dinner or hang out at your dorm. There was something about his company that never made you feel lonely.

You came to one of Kenji’s games. Not as a reporter, but as a supporter. Despite being a little sad that the editor will never let you write for the sports section, you showed up for Kenji.

“And here comes number 7, right on the bat”. The announcer says as he walked up to the home plate.

You watched in concentration as he got into position. Everyone’s eyes were on him, hoping he would bring them another win. The pitcher throws the ball and Kenji knocks the ball out of the park.

“AND ITS ANOTHER GRAND SLAM BY KENJI SATO! GIVING THE BUGLES ANOTHER WIN”! The announcer shouts into the microphone.

You cheered the loudest for Kenji as he ran through all of the bases. He made eye contact with you and winked at you, making you blush a bit.

~

You were leaning against the wall of the locker room, waiting for Kenji to come out. All of the baseball players were outside cheering and screaming like animals, celebrating another win.

“I didn’t expect you to come”. You hear Kenji say. He walked up to you, his duffle bag in one arm, and his helmet in another.

“I’m an aspiring sports journalist. Of course I’d show up”. You walk up to him.

“You played well today”.

“Thanks”

You and Kenji walk out of the stadium

“So, any plans after this”?

“Well”… You began to think. “I was thinking about heading back to my dorm, curl up in bed and watch TV”.

“Damn, I was planning on asking you if you wanted to come back to my place, but if it’s that important to you, then who am I to stop you”.

“Well, that also doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But shouldn’t you be with your team, celebrating”? You gestured to the group of men screaming like chimpanzees.

“I don’t usually go out with the team. Win or loose”. He puts his helmet on and walks over to his bike.

“Wow, didn’t take you as an introvert”.

Kenji turns in the ignition on his bike.

“Are you coming or not”?

~

You were at the kitchen in Kenji’s apartment fixing him a grilled cheese and popping a bottle of wine as a reward for Kenji. As you set the grilled cheese on the plate, Kenji immediately grabs it and takes a bite.

“Wait, it’s still”- But before you could warn him, the burning sensation has already hit Kenji’s tongue. He yelps at the sudden burn. Tears well in the corner of his eye as he throws the grilled cheese back onto the paper plate.

“You should’ve waited for it to cool down”. You scolded.

“Hey, I’m just really hungry. Cut me some slack will you”? He says, drinking his wine.

“Awww are you crying”? You notice the tear threatening to slide off his face.

“What? I never cry”. He crosses his arms.

“It’s okay to cry every once in a while”. You laugh as you swipe the tear off with your thumb. He leans into your touch as his onyx eyes fixated onto your (eye color) orbs. He leans closer, both of your faces inches apart from each other. And out of the blue, Kenji’s lips landed onto yours. You kiss back, tasting the red wine aftertaste. He lifts you up on the counter, and you wrap your legs around him. The air around you gets hotter, as it turns into a male out session. The next thing you know, he carries you into his room and shuts the door behind him.

~

You woke up with the sun hitting your eyes. Realizing that you were not in your own room and not wearing any clothes, the panic begins to settles in. You tried but there was a strong grip around your waist You turn around to see Kenji sleeping peacefully next to you.

“Oh no, this is bad”. You panicked. If your peers at the Daily Bugle hear about you sleeping with an athlete, they’ll never take you seriously.

You slowly got out of bed, trying your best not to wake up Kenji. As you got out of his room, you were attempting to put your 3 inch heeled boots back on, accidentally kicking the wall in the process.

“Shit”. You muttered while putting on the other boot.

You quickly slipped out of Kenji’s apartment without waking him up, already arranging your ride home.

While waiting outside the apartment building, you remembered what Kenji said, about you deserve something better than the Daily Bugle. Kenji was there for you and now you’re just leaving him. Screw what everyone thought of you. You liked Kenji, and it’s clear that he might feel the same. You went back up to his apartment. When you were about to knock, you noticed the door was slightly open. Peeping through the crack, you see Kenji talking to another guy that was probably his roommate.

“Dude, what happened to you last night? You totally ditched the team again”! The guy asks.

“Let’s just say I scored another one last night”. Said Kenji.

“Oh shiii, Kenji you dog”! His roomate laughs. “Who was it? Was it Tiffany from sports psychology”?

“No”.

“Rosalie from the dance squad”?

“No. Hint: she’s apart of the Daily Bugle”.

It took his roommate a minute, then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“SHIT YOU DID NOT”.

“I did”.

“You do realize people look down on stuff like this, it’s like an integrity thing”.

“I know, which is why that scores me double”.

“But if word goes out, the coach is gonna have your head”

“It’s not like anyone has to know, anyways she ran off before I could officially walk her out. I wasn’t too attached to her anyway”. Said Kenji.

“But don’t you still care about her”? His roomate asks, a bit of hope glimmered in your eyes.

“Pfft no, she’s some that I accidentally injured. I take her out for pizza one time and she still thinks I’m taking her seriously”. He laughs.

You stood there dumbfounded. The whole time Kenji was just using you to increase his body count?

Before you could hear any more of the conversation, you left the apartment building. You entered the taxi, tears threatening to spill. To think that a guy, let alone an athlete, actually respected you. You were stupid to believe that you had someone care about you.

A fire ignited in your belly that day. You were determined to prove all of the men wrong, to prove Kenji wrong. Even if it meant hurting him, and other people to get yourself on top.

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A/N: I had a posting schedule for the week, but due to wifi issues, posting will be every 1-2 days until I get back to the US

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Okay hear me out; imagine if Andrew (Ghost and Jade's first kid) woke up in the middle of the night and walked into the kitchen for something to eat (bro got the midnight munchies) and just turned around and noticed Ghost in the frickin darkness of the kitchen with his mask and gear on since he came back from deployment and accidentally scared the living soul outta Andrew. How would jade, Ghost, and his siblings react to that? (And trust me, the oldest always has the girlish screams- Just like my brother)

💀 Andrew Meets Ghost! 👦

Have a low-effort short comic 😂 Thank you for the inspo!! When you sent this ask this triggered something in me AND I NEED TO DRAW IT. And dude... Don't even START with Gracie hearing his lady-screech 😭🙏

(Short hair Jade hello 👁️👄👁️💗)

Bit messy since I'm very tired rn but hope you love it! (❁´◡`❁)

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

this post must be reblogged by everyone

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COD MEN TWT!LINKS

okay okay, i kinda got convinced by my bsf to make more :3

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

punishing his pretty girl

backshots...

simon missionary with his big fat cuck

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

"why eat out when i can eat you out darlin'?"

riding him in a parking lot..

soap being meann :(

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

fucking in the shower

Capn' fucking his little darling

John being mean :(

morning pt.2

KEEGAN P RUSS

eat in and out

easy access ;)

his baby was overstimulated, what was he supposed to do :(

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

positions, positions...

sucking tatted gaz :3

office sex ;)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

taking advantage of that pretty body you have :(

:3

teasing your hermoso :(

VALERIA GARZA

slapping that pretty cunt :(

vibrator :(

spoiling you

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Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

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BLOODLUST pt. 2

BLOODLUST Masterlist

Part One Part Three

"Fine. Fine." Y/N raised her hands in surrender. "But I'm only consenting to reconnaissance. We go in, collect information, and we get out."

KF and Robin exchanged giddy smiles.

Then Robin turned to Y/N, a sly gleam in his eyes. "Ready to be whelmed?"

The fire is still burning bright when the four of them arrive at Cadmus.

The fire brigade was busily attempting to put out what flames still remained, as well as trying to rescue the scientists and workers who were in the building.

"STAY PUT," a firefighter ordered through a megaphone. "WE WILL GET YOU OUT!"

That was the last thing Y/N heard them say before suddenly the ground shook with the weight of a loud explosion from within the laboratory. She saw the impact blow two of the men in lab coats out the window and into the air.

"KF, go!" she shouted, and she didn't need to tell him twice.

In a blink of an eye, Kid Flash raced towards Cadmus and ran up the steep face of the building, catching the poor scientists before they could meet an untimely demise. His momentum led him to speeding up to the roof, where he deposited the scientists before he tripped and fell.

"Shoot!" he managed to yelp, before quickly finding purchase on the windowsill. "Oh, thank god."

"It's what's-his-name!" one of the firefighters exclaimed. "Eh... Flash Boy!"

Robin snorted.

"It's KID FLASH!" KF grumbled. "Why is that so hard?"

"He's soooo smooth, isn't he?" Robin mused as he, Aqualad, and Bloodlust ran up to the building.

"Shut it, Rob," Bloodlust snarked. She grabbed her knife and sliced her palms and the soles of her feet. Then she lunged up at the side of the building. "STICK!" Her hands and feet stuck strongly to the concrete, and she began to climb up like a spider towards KF. "Hold on, buddy."

"Yep!" KF replied. "Kinda all I can do at the moment!"

In a couple seconds, Bloodlust crossed the building and arrived just before KF's grip could falter completely. She grabbed his wrist, and he clung to her arm fast, and she hauled the two of them into Cadmus through the open window.

"Must they always run ahead?" Aqualad muttered as he watched. He sighed. "We need a plan—"

But then he turned, and found Robin, too, had disappeared from his side. Instead, he saw the youngest of them all running up the fire truck ladder before grabbing onto an unused hose and using it like a rope to swing himself into the window as well.

Aqualad sighed. "Of course."

He hurried over to the fire trucks, right beside the firefighters still trying to hose down the fire.

"I need to borrow that!" he quickly warned, before he pulled his two Atlantean weapons from their sheaths and redirected the water from the hose to propel himself into the air, up to the roof, where the two scientists remained. "Step aboard. Now."

The men didn't hesitate. Aqualad landed first, as he set foot on the windowsill his friends had entered through, then lowered the scientists down the ground.

"Finally," Bloodlust called as Aqualad entered the building.

"I appreciate the help," he sarcastically replied.

"Hey, you handled it!" Robin protested, typing away at one of the computers he'd opened. "Besides. We're here to investigate. Poetic justice, remember?"

"Yeah," Y/N noted. "Investigate. KF," she added sternly, leveling the redhead with a look as he made shadow puppets using the light of Robin's screen.

"Sorry, sorry," Kid Flash mused in a very unapologetic tone. He glanced back to see Bloodlust was no longer looking, then resumed his shenanigans with a silent snicker.

"Robin," Bloodlust called, "found anything?"

"No, not much yet," the Boy Wonder replied. "Check some of the physical files and stuff, might be something there."

"Got it." She marched over to another desk and plucked the papers off of it, struggling to read the contents in the minimal light. She found notes on different DNA samples the lab had been given, most likely via ancestry tests and the like. One paper had, in bold red letters at the bottom, PATERNITY TEST NEGATIVE. Y/N set that paper aside and kept looking.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar ding! of an elevator, and frowned. She looked up to see Aqualad had gone off, and KF was following, and so she did the same.

She found the two boys standing at the mouth of a hall leading to an elevator shaft.

"There was something in the..." Aqualad muttered.

KF frowned. "Elevators should be locked down."

"Well, this one isn't," Bloodlust replied, stalking over to it. She heard Robin's footsteps as he followed. "That's suspicious. Rob, is this what I think it is?"

"This is wrong," he agreed, pulling up his holographic screen to search his archives for a confirmation. "Thought so. This is a high-speed express elevator. It doesn't belong in a two-story building!"

"Unless the building isn't just two stories," Bloodlust realized. She touched the doors and frowned. "Aqualad, you said you saw something enter the elevator?"

"Something that also doesn't belong here," he said.

He stepped up to the doors and gestured for Bloodlust to step aside. When she did, he placed his hands on the gap between the doors and pried them open with a shout.

The rest of them clambered beside him and gazed down at the elevator shaft. It stretched downwards for far longer than a supposed small-scale genetics laboratory should require.

"And that's why they need an express elevator," Robin quipped.

He pulled his grappling hook launcher out of his pocket and fired it into the ceiling of the shaft. Then he leapt into the shaft and continued to fall and fall until his line eventually came to an end at just around a floor labeled SB 25.

"I'm at the end of my rope," he muttered, a soft shock in his tone as he swung over to the door of the elevator. He quickly sidestepped until he found a decent spot to sit, then produced his screens again.

Aqualad came down next, followed by Bloodlust and then Kid Flash.

"I knew something was off with this place," Bloodlust hissed, touching the cold metal of the door again. "Not only is this an express elevator; these doors are heavily reinforced. They're probably not indestructible, but most definitely bulletproof. And I can feel it vibrating. Robin, these have tech behind them. Passcodes."

"On it," the Boy Wonder replied. "Bypassing security... there. Go."

Aqualad didn't miss a beat. He tore these doors open too, then the four of them slipped inside quickly. They found themselves, wide-eyed, in another enormous hallway. The lights were a deep red, the walls and ceiling and floor a murky black. Panel upon panel of black metal ran down the hall, giving the room a strange aura about it.

"Welcome to Project Cadmus," Robin announced.

Kid Flash wasted no time in rushing again. Aqualad tried to grab him to stop him, but the boy was far too fast. He sped ahead, only to severely underestimate his speed and fail to smoothly as he neared the end of the hall. He tripped and skidded across the floor, grunting in pain.

And then there was a thud. A heavy, scarily close weight dropping beside him, and KF opened his eyes as a strange, elephant-sized creature lifted its foot and began to lower it right over him.

Luckily, as per his powers, KF was more than fast enough to get out of the way of the herd of... creatures? As he stepped back and rejoined his friends, who were now in the hall with him, he struggled to understand what he was looking at.

The creatures were enormous. They had gravelly gray skin with strange red markings and pale underbellies and curved tusks emerging from the sides of their fanged mouths. Their eyes were a deep red and their faces seemed curved in permanent snarls. Bloodlust swore one of them met her gaze as it passed. They roared and blew steam from their nostrils, the heat so intense it was nearly disorienting.

"What are those?" Bloodlust asked in a hushed whisper, only for her eyes to then catch a glimpse of yet another anomaly. "Huh?!"

Seated in a sort of crouched position on the top of the monster was a tiny creature with beady red eyes and markings to match the bigger creature over its own cool gray skin. There were hard-looking lumps on their knees and curved appendages coming from the sides of its face. As the monsters passed, the tiny creature's horns began to glow a bright red.

Y/N's heart skipped such a long beat it might as well have stopped. There was this strange sensation in her body as she met the goblin-creature's gaze; a tingling which started at the top of her head and trickled pleasantly down to the tips of her bare toes. She was always aware of the blood in her body thanks to her metahuman powers but suddenly her understanding of it all was... heightened? Was that the right word? She was hyperaware of the beat of her heart, of the rush of her bloodflow, of the—

"BLOOD!"

Y/N jumped. "What?!"

Kid Flash was standing right next to her, his hand on her shoulder, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You sorta zoned out for a second."

"I..." Y/N took a shaky breath, then frowned. Why was her breathing so heavy now? "Sorry, I just... I don't know." She put her hand to her chest. "My heart feels like it's going supersonic right now. It... it must be the shock, I guess."

Robin didn't look convinced. "Doubtful. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah," Bloodlust assured him. "I'm okay. Um. What were those?"

Aqualad shook his head. "We do not know. But this is proof that Batman, Black Canary, and you were right. Cadmus is keeping far too many secrets."

"Well?" Robin prompted. "We're here now. Might as well uncover a couple more."

Y/N frowned. "Robin, I said only reconnaissance."

"C'mon!" KF protested. "Blood, we're already here. We can't exactly leave now! You can't say you're not curious."

This is a bad idea, Y/N noted. She glanced at her friends' faces, their looks of hope for her to agree with them (even in Aqualad's gaze, surprisingly). But I am intrigued by all of this. What were those things? Can we find that out? And not be caught by our mentors?

"Fine," she amended, waving KF away from her face. "Fine, fine. But if things go south, I'm calling Arrow."

"What?!" KF demanded.

"Hey, better him than Bats, right?" Y/N reminded him. "And he can help keep Canary from killing me."

"It's a deal," Robin said, cutting off Kid Flash before he could get annoyed. "If stuff hits the fan, you can call GA."

"Good." Y/N nodded. "Now. Where do we start?"

They were shocked upon opening the first vault, which really didn't bode well.

Robin found a bit of difficulty in hacking open the vault, which he was initially frustrated by.

"That's a first," he grumbled. "Hold on."

There was no need to hold on, however, because he managed to crack the code five seconds later. With a satisfying click and hiss, the vault doors slid opened.

"Okay..." Robin muttered, looking into the vault. "I am officially whelmed."

Inside the vault was column after column of cylinder-shaped semi-transparent containment chambers. Within each chamber was yet another unidentifiable organism with similar characteristics to the giants and gremlins from earlier. At the center of the room was an energy of sorts; a buzzing, bright blue ball of something, flashing rapidly as it drew power the containment chambers.

"They're... they're living batteries," Bloodlust realized.

Kid Flash marched up closer to the chambers. "This is how they hide this massive underground facility from the world! The real Cadmus isn't on the grid! It generates its own power with these... things." He placed his hands on his hips. "It must be what they're bred for."

Aqualad turned to Bloodlust. "You were right, my friend. They truly live up to the legend of their name."

Bloodlust nodded silently.

"So Cadmus creates new life," Robin noted. He marched up to the blue sphere of power, to the little control panel at the base of the structure, and connected his own monitor to the controls. "Let's find out why."

Y/N saddled up beside Robin and read his screen over his shoulder. Her eyes fell on paragraph after paragraph of scientific terminology and lab reports.

"They call them Genomorphs," Robin narrated. "Whoa! Look at the stats on these things!" He tapped on the image of the giant creatures from earlier, opening up a window with a characteristic breakdown of the organism. "Super strength, telepathy, razor claws—these things are living weapons!"

"They're engineering an army," KF muttered. "But for who?"

"Wait." Robin leaned forward and tapped on one of the files. "There's some other stuff. Project Kr and... ugh." He shook his head. "The file's triple encrypted. I can't—"

"DON'T MOVE!"

The four of them whirled around at the sudden shout, eyes wide and hands clenched into fists. Rushing towards them, a group of growling Genomorphs at his heels and shoulder, was... was that Guardian?!

"Wait!" he shouted, stopping dead in his tracks as he scanned the faces of the teenagers. Recognition flashed in his eyes. "Robin? Aqualad? Kid Flash? Bloodlust?"

"Hey, at least he got your name right," Robin teased KF before he continued trying to hack into the files.

"I know you," Aqualad spoke up. "Guardian. A hero."

"I do my best," Guardian humbly said.

"What are you doing down here?" Bloodlust demanded. "And why've you got those Genomorphs with you?"

"I'm Chief of Security," Guardian explained. "You're all trespassing. But we can call the Justice League, figure this out."

"You think the League is going to approve of you breeding weapons?!" KF fired back.

"Weapons?" Guardian questioned. "What're you... what am I..."

But he was cut off as the Genomorph on his shoulder turned to him, its horns glowing red. Y/N, too, staggered back, suddenly overcome with a strange urge; although, to do what, she was unsure.

Guardian pressed a hand to his head, groaning in discomfort. But then he opened his eyes again, a glimmer of determination in his eyes, and he looked back at the protégés. "Take them down hard! No mercy!"

Bloodlust was the first to act. She slipped her knife from its sheath and slashed at her palms, allowing the stray drops of her blood to fall.

"SMOKE!" she ordered, and her blood erupted into billowing red smoke.

Robin was quick to take advantage and produced his grappling hook launcher again. He fired it up onto the support beams overhead, then leapt up, allowing the wire to carry him to brief safety.

The Genomorphs advanced, slashing through the smoke and snarling; but their vision was obscured. Bloodlust took full control of the smoke and concentrated it around the eyes of the Genomorphs, blinding them but allowing her and her friends full visibility.

One came too close for comfort, and she lunged at the monster, letting the blood on her palms touch its skin.

"BURN!"

Instantly, the Genomorph let out a high-pitched, agonized shriek as its flesh began to burn and boil. It fell to the ground, and Y/N moved on to the next enemy combatant until she heard the electric crackling of Aqualad's weapons and followed the sound. She saw him knock down Guardian, and she ran alongside him and KF to escape the vault.

They booked it as fast as they could, staying out of reach of the Genomorphs by just a hair. Alarms began to blare, sending waves of pain through Bloodlust's head, but she kept sprinting until she found Robin, busily hacking away at the elevator. KF ran ahead, seemingly scolding him, until the elevator door opened and they rushed inside. Bloodlust quickly followed.

"You couldn't wait for us?" she panted, turning to Robin with a glare.

"You made it!" Robin grinned. "No need to complain!"

The growling of the Genomorphs grew closer, and Y/N looked up and yelped, pushing herself against the side of the elevator just in time to allow Aqualad to jump into the shaft. The doors shut behind him, trapping them inside.

"Okay, good," Bloodlust sighed. She stood and dusted herself off, then commanded her hands to heal. "Now, we leave."

But the floor level display continued to increase. They were going deeper into the sublevels.

"We're headed down?" Aqualad demanded.

"Dude!" KF turned to Robin. "Out is up!"

"Excuse me?" Robin frowned. "Project Kr? It's down, on sublevel 52."

"This is out of control," Aqualad protested. "Perhaps... perhaps we should contact the League."

"On it," Bloodlust began, but before she could reach her communications device, Robin grabbed her wrist. She leveled him with a wide-eyed glare. "Explain yourself or I will cut off your hand, Robin."

"Look, Blood, I think you're going to want to see this stuff," he implored. "Trust me."

"You promised that I could call Arrow!" Y/N reminded him. "Make good on your word!"

But then the elevator dinged open, and soon Y/N was too shocked by what she saw to even remember to call Oliver.

The hall—if it could even be called that—was strange, red, and flesh-like in appearance. Glowing blue pustule-esque structures jutted out from the wall, emanating ominous light.

"What is this place?" Bloodlust whispered.

Robin ran ahead.

"No!" Bloodlust reached for him, but he was already too far. "No, I don't like this at all, guys."

"Well, we are already here," KF tried to convince her, before quickly shutting up because Bloodlust gave him such a cold look he turned away. He elected to run after Robin.

Aqualad sighed heavily. "I will go with them. If you wish to stay back, that is your decision."

Y/N wanted to fall to her knees and kiss his feet in thanks. She hated this feeling of being here. The air was thicker, the walls looked alive, it was unnatural, unreal in all the worst ways.

But then Robin's words came back to her:

Look, Blood, I think you're going to want to see this stuff. Trust me.

"N-no." Bloodlust swallowed her nerves. "I'll come with you."

Aqualad hesitated. Then he offered her a gentle smile, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"That is quite brave of you, my friend," he assured her.

Y/N nodded. "Thanks."

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girl help the terfs are reducing womanhood to medically concerning periods again. ladies, if you’re bleeding out or experiencing extreme blackout pain GO TO THE DOCTOR!!

that’s not “womanhood” that’s a disease and you’re in need of medical care. stop normalizing extreme periods to young people, ignoring this shit could have severe consequences.

terfs hate trans women so much that they’ve started to just hate women in general. no actually your suffering isn’t part of what makes you a woman and you should probably get that fucking checked out.

just to recap: periods shouldn’t cause extreme pain, fainting, or excessive blood loss. vaginal sex shouldn’t be painful. periods should be regular. spotting isn’t always normal, you should track it.