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[rinaizha]

I need this man on his knees whining on the brink of tears

[rinaizha]

🚫Beware of PayPal links🚫 Scammers steal all the information and images and create a PayPal link.

I only have the campaign link on the Chuffed website.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #381 )✅️

‼️ its time to help ‼️

🍉 The ceasefire was stopped 🍉

⚠️ don’t ignore my text ⚠️

I am Mahmoud from North Gaza, studying computer engineering. I was working in a programming company during my studies. I got married a day before the war started and I was living in my house with my wife, but because of the war, things changed and I lost my house, my job and my father. 💔

It is very unfortunate and now my family has no breadwinner, so I desperately need your help. My wife is pregnant and we are suffering from famine. My child is my only hope in this world. I am asking you for a small donation so that I can provide food for my pregnant wife, please

✅️UPDATE 17/01/2025✅️

After the ceasefire in Gaza, hope has returned to us once again, giving us the strength to rebuild our lives.

now my wife is five months pregnant. She requires full care, including medications, vitamins, and medical attention.🤰👼

I beg you to help me and save my first child.🫀

My hope is for my child to come into better circumstances than these.

It is incredibly difficult for a child to be born in a tent, in the worst conditions, surrounded by insects and germs.

Please, help me build a new hope for this small family 👨‍👩‍👦

please make a donation 🙏

any amount will make difference to us

$0 Raised Of $30,000

[rinaizha]

قائمةالحملات الموثقة والمعتمدة

هام: غزة – لأصحاب الحملات الموثقة والموجودين في قائمة انتظار التوثيق

هذا المنشور يتناول النقاط التالية:

1. طلبات التوثيق الجديدة: الآلية المتبعة للتوثيق السريع.

لضمان السرعة والسهولة في إضافة الحملات إلى قوائمنا، مع الحفاظ على المصداقية في التحقق، سنعتمد أسلوبًا جديدًا في التوثيق، كالآتي:

كيفية تقديم الطلب:

يُرجى إرسال رسالة لحسابنا في @gazavetters تتضمن التفاصيل التالية:

✓ اسم صاحب الحملة (باللغة الإنجليزية)

✓ رقم الجوال أو الهوية الوطنية

✓ رابط الحملة

✓ جديد: صورة حديثة تجمع الأشخاص المذكورين في تفاصيل الحملة (لا يشترط ظهور جميع الأفراد، لكن يُفضل أن تكون الصورة تمثل نصف الأشخاص المذكورين في الحملة على الأقل). يجب أن تكون الصورة في مكان معلوم مثل خيمتك، منزلك، أو أي مكان له علاقة بتفاصيل الحملة. كما يُشترط وجود ورقة مكتوب عليها gazavetters وتاريخ اليوم.

ملاحظة مهمة : الاشخاص الي يرسلون صور مرة بدون ورقة ومرة ورقة لحالها .. يقراء هالشىء ١٠مرات

صورة حديثة للاشخاص المذكورين بالقصة في الخيمة او بيت او اية مكان يوحي ويثبت انك في غزة مع ورقة مكتوب عليها تاريخ اليوم واسم gazavetters في نفس الصورة والصورة بالاسفل اشبه للكلام الي مش مفهوم للبعض

ملاحظة مهمة:

يُرجى إرسال جميع البيانات المذكورة أعلاه متتالية في رسالة واحدة. سنعمل بسرعة كبيرة على توثيق الحملات المرسلة إلينا والموجودة في قوائم الانتظار.

2. القواعد والقوانين وضوابط الاستخدام السليم للتطبيق: لتجنب الإضرار بالآخرين أو الإساءة لأي شخص، وما يترتب على المخالفين من عقوبات. (على الأقل للقائمة الخاصة بنا، وسنسعى لتطبيقها أيضًا على القوائم الموثوقة الأخرى بالتنسيق مع أصدقائنا المسؤولين عنها).

وذلك لحماية الحملات وضمان احترام الآخرين وعدم الإضرار بالمجتمع الداعم، نُؤكد على الالتزام بالقواعد التالية:

1. عدم التعليق بطلب المساعدة في منشورات الآخرين:

لا يجوز استخدام منشورات الآخرين، سواء المتعلقة بفلسطين أو بموضوعات أخرى، لنشر تعليقات استغاثة أو طلب مساعدة. هذا السلوك يضر بالجميع، وقد يؤدي إلى حظر أصحاب الحملات أو إغلاق التعليقات على المنشورات، مما يسيء إلى صورة الحملات الفلسطينية عامة.

2. عدم ابتزاز المدونات الداعمة وغير الداعمة:

تلقينا شكاوى من مدونات أجنبية حول محاولات ابتزاز وشتم. أي شخص يثبت قيامه بذلك سيُعاقب بتدابير صارمة لضمان عدم تكرار هذه السلوكيات.

3. الامتناع عن الإشارة (منشن) إلى المدونات المُغلقة للتواصل:

عند الحاجة، يُمكنك ذكر المدونات في منشوراتك فقط وبطريقة محترمة، دون إحراج أو تهديد.

4. عدم نشر منشورات تهديد أو اتهام للمدونات:

لا يحق لك اتهام أو تهديد أي مدونة لم تستجب لطلبك.

عقوبات المخالفين:

في حال مخالفة القواعد، سيتم وضع ملاحظات بجانب اسم الحملة في القوائم، مثل:

"احذر التعامل مع هذه الحملة بسبب سوابق ابتزاز الناشرين".

"احذر التعامل مع هذه الحملة بسبب سوابق إزعاج الناشرين المتكرر".

"احذر التعامل مع هذه الحملة بسبب سوابق نشر استغاثته على منشورات الآخرين".

"احذر التعامل مع هذه الحملة بسبب سوابق تهديد الأشخاص".

ستُكتب هذه الملاحظات باللون الأحمر وبوضوح.

ملاحظة ختامية:

الالتزام بهذه القواعد يُساهم في تقديم صورة محترمة ومشرّفة عن فلسطين وغزة. كن داعمًا بطريقة تليق بحاجتك للمساعدة دون الإضرار بسمعتك أو سمعة بلدك.

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Important: Gaza – For Verified Campaign Owners and Those on the Verification Waiting List

This post addresses the following points:

1. New Verification Requests: Streamlined Verification Process

To ensure speed and ease in adding campaigns to our lists while maintaining credibility, we are introducing a new verification method as follows:

How to Submit Your Request:

Please send a message to our account on "gazavetters" containing the following details:

✓ The campaign owner's name (in English).

✓ Phone number or national ID.

✓ Campaign link.

✓ New Requirement: A recent photo showing the individuals mentioned in the campaign details. (It is not necessary to include all individuals, but the photo should represent at least half of the people mentioned.) The photo should be taken in a recognizable location, such as your tent, home, or any place related to the campaign details. Additionally, a piece of paper with "GazaVetters" and today's date written on it must be visible in the photo.

Important Note:

Please send all the above-mentioned details in one message. We will expedite the verification process for campaigns submitted to us, especially those on the waiting list.

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It is prohibited to use others’ posts, whether about Palestine or other topics, to comment with pleas or requests for help. This behavior harms everyone and could result in campaign owners being banned or comment sections being closed, tarnishing the reputation of Palestinian campaigns in general.

2. No Harassment or Blackmailing of Supporting or Non-Supporting Accounts:

We have received complaints from foreign accounts about attempts at blackmail or insults. Anyone found guilty of such behavior will face strict penalties to prevent recurrence.

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If necessary, you may mention accounts respectfully in your posts without embarrassment or threats.

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You are not allowed to accuse or threaten any account that has not responded to your request.

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Final Note:

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[rinaizha]

Hello, I am Alaa Salama from Gaza, and this is what happened to me

Previously, I managed to raise

€2,600 through a GoFundMe campaign, but unfortunately, the account was closed before I could receive the funds. Now, with the war suddenly escalating again in

Gaza on March 18th, I’ve

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #339 )✅️

decided to start over because the need is even greater than before.I’ve launched a new fundraising campaign on GoGetFunding, and every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference and will reach those who need it, God willing.Here’s the link to the campaign: donate, share, and help us spread the word.Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

@90-ghost @irhabiya @sar-soor @cantsayidont @wellwaterhysteria @annabelle--cane @jingerpi @saintjosie @davidtennantpussytulpa @002700 @funkyness @romcommunist @georgeromerosanalcavity @sylvianritual @infectiouspiss @pansyfemme @filmnoirsbian @troutreznor @robotpussy @leonardcohenofficial @yekkes @comrademango @estrellasrojas @evillesbianvillain @valtsv @giant-goldfish @robotclownindulgence @gael-garcia @goldenspirits @scarletlich @rongzhi @marxistcomedy @carfuckerlynch @b0nkcreat @tamamita @chokulit @3000s @apas-95 @pitbolshevik @ot3 @punkitt-is-here @vampiricvenus @paper-mario-wiki @valtsv @omegaversereloaded @i-am-a-fish-stinks @catsgifsarefun @spongebobssquarepants @postanagramgenerator @feluka

[rinaizha]

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

[rinaizha]

We Cannot Do This Alone 💙

No one should have to start over like this.

Losing 25 family members. Losing our home. Being displaced over and over.

We are trying to survive. But survival is not enough.

💔 I want to rebuild, to study, to create something better. 💔 But we need help to make that possible.

Even $10 could bring us one step closer to stability. If you can’t donate, please share this post. You never know whose heart you might touch.

Thank you for being part of this journey. 💙

[rinaizha]

Hello, my name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am trying to survive.

I never thought I would have to ask strangers for help, but I lost 25 family members in a single attack.

💔 My mother is gone. My sisters are gone. My nieces, my uncles—taken away in an instant. 💔 Our home was destroyed completely. 💔 We have been displaced twice, moving from place to place, trying to find shelter.

Even after everything, I refuse to give up.

🏠 My younger siblings still have dreams. I want to help them hold onto hope, even when everything feels impossible. 🙏 But right now, we have nothing. No home. No stability. No certainty about what happens next.

I am asking for help, not because I want to, but because I have no choice.

Even $5 could bring us a step closer to stability. And if you can’t donate, sharing this post could help us reach someone who can.

Thank you for being part of this journey. Thank you for giving us hope.

[rinaizha]

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

[rinaizha]

omf umm 🫣 your rex was so good. this is so specific but i feel like our preferences line up p well so im humbly requesting...

douchebag!rex and chubby!reader where rex is constantly teasing her, maybe pinching her side or teasing her for eating sweets or something. but behind the scenes he CANNOT get enough of her, furiously jerks off to the thought of her nightly, gets jealous when other ppl get too close to her.

she gets hit with sex pollen at some point and he gets assigned the job of taking care of her and making sure she doesn't try to fuck everyone she sees. but rex is the one having a hard time keeping it together bc fuck why is she so cute when shes a desperate mess

𝄃𝄀⠀⠀love potions⠀╲ rex sloan ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary * 𓈒 you didn’t particularly like rex-splode, and the feeling seemed to be pretty neutral on his end. but a sudden mix of mystery smoke and being quarantined together, brings the two of you far closer then it should have.

tags * 𓈒 rex is extremely ooc. if you are here for a complete canon copy of him, you are at the wrong place— sorry to disappoint. | reader is a witch | typical sex pollen fic only this is my first time ever writing one 😞 | porn with plot(?) | incorrect biology (? maybe??) | sex with complicated feelings | mentions and examples of negging | rex is a dick & douchebag | reader is depicted as chubby / plus size & is a witch | overstimulation | over-exaggerated depictions of sex | raw sex | multiple positions | multiple orgasms | pet names ( pretty, mama, baby, etc etc ) | again hes ooc. | awkward time skips i’m sorryyy

author’s notes * 𓈒 this fic was supposed to be posted like two days ago but i made it way longer then i should have, and i genuinely don’t love how it came out but i still wanted to give my best in fulfilling your request— ty for requesting by the way ����🏾. the smut is towards the end if you don’t want to completely read the plot and as always please excuse any typos. i hope you enjoy this fic.

Had you broken your promise to Cecil? Your bold vow that you would never hex any of your teammates, no matter how much they pissed you off? Rex Sloan simply couldn’t wrap his head around it, brain nearly emitting smoke from how much his gears were turning.

It.. had to be a hex, right? Some spell in a fancy language he couldn’t identify, written right in those dingy pages of that grimoire you held so dear. He wondered how you did it, if you stood over him while he slept— whispering saccharine words and giggles, slipping in and out while he was none the wiser.

Only for Rex to wake with nothing but you, on his mind.

It was comical really, how much the outside body covers. One would think Rex hated your guts. And his mouth surely didn’t help. Releasing random remarks about your clothes clinging to your skin, how you should put down that donut once in a while, even going as far as pinching your sides — which always resulted in a quick slap, but still — if anyone on The Guardians were ever asked what relationship the two of you had it could always be described as borderline hostile.

However, appearances can be deceiving. It wasn’t that Rex hated you, or your body for that matter. Quite the opposite actually. The man couldn’t count on two hands how many times his eyes have trailed to your ass whenever you walked by or how he could nearly tremble whenever your form brushed up against him. You consumed him entirely; smell, face, everything about you was intoxicating to the point he simply could not get you out of his mind.

Working out? Rex was wondering if he would be able to lift you at his current rep. How his fingers would probably sink into your warm flesh as he tugged you closer by the hips, maybe you would even whine about being heavy— only for him to prove you wrong.

In the shower? All that steam surrounding him? Oh, the man could only imagine having you right beside him, suds sliding down your body like the stretch marks etched into your skin; the man would be steady wondering how hot and heavy the two of you could get— melting into the other until you’re basically forced to get out.

In his bed, under those comfortable blankets was the worst of all. During the day Rex was able to ignore his thoughts and focus on being a dick to everyone — mostly you — and being a superhero. But in his bed with nothing to ground him, his mind went wild.

Wild enough that it affected the rest of his body.

Most nights were spent rather sinfully, a hand wrapped tightly around his dick whilst arousal dripped from his angry red tip. Rex’s free hand was always on his face, as if shameful for what he was doing. And technically he was.

He was Rex Sloan, basically resident fuck-boy; meaning, jerking off should be really be at the bottom of the list. But when it came to you, any thought of approaching you for such a thing, for something other than random insults and remarks— the man was suddenly mute.

“Rex. Are you listening?”

The mechanical voice cut through the flood of thoughts swarming the man’s mind, snapping his eyes from the random buildings passing by to the machine currently driving the vehicle that soared through the air. And to the side was you, sitting so prim and perfectly in your dark clothes; hand currently occupied by a mirror to which your free hand plucked and fluffed your hair. In the midst your hand dragged down towards your chubby cheek and lower, fingers resting upon your lips to which you gently smoothed— probably assuring they were free of anything.

Rex couldn’t help but stare, throughly entranced with it all— suddenly feeling very jealous of your finger tips.

Were your lips as soft as they looked? He wondered how you would taste, he could just imagine them wrapped around his di—

“Rex?”

The moment his name was spoken again your eyes suddenly snapped to his through the mirror, causing the man to quickly look away, nearly glaring daggers into the back of Robot’s head.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” He waved it off, forcing a nonchalant facade. “We go to some greenhouse, blow up some freakish plant monster— and then get on with the day.”

Rex then allowed his gaze to tilt back to you, a rather stupid grin suddenly crossing his features.

“But what’s Ms. Sabrina the Witch doing here? You and I could handle this job no problem without the extra weight.”

Your eyebrow twitched, slamming your compact mirror closed as you turned to glare at the man.

“You think you’re so funny.. Maybe I should call Amanda to whoop your ass again.”

“What, you need a little girl to fight your battles?”

“Rex, you aren’t even worth a single spell in my book.. Though,” Your eyes trailed away from the man, suddenly looking deep in thought as your arms crossed over your bosom; “— Maybe I could turn you into a toad.. I’m not sure you would look any different, however.”

Rex couldn’t help but scoff, feeling far too many emotions swarm his stomach the moment he noticed those perfect lips lift into a simper. His own parted, ready to release some fast remark when Robot interrupted;

“From the information gathered by Cecil, there seems to be magical forces at play; explaining the sudden behavior of the plant. Both of you are needed for this mission, and you two are expected to act as a team.”

Those final words were spoken, the tense atmosphere quickly delving into silence. Like teenagers ridiculed the two of you crossed your arms, leaning back into your seats and waiting silently for this damned mission to begin.

Moments passed before the vehicle suddenly stopped, lowering to the ground before a large greenhouse. The windows were frosted, yet large shadows seemed to be pressed against the glass.

With ease you slipped out of the car, tucking your spellbook close and inspecting the outside carefully. What Robot said was right, there seemed to be some type of magical presence; strong enough you felt it from the outside.

You turned, hearing your other teammates exit the vehicle— Robot stepping to stand beside you. His metallic hand rose to the handle of the building, giving the two of you a single glance;

“Are you ready t—“

“Let’s get this over with already!”

. . .

Minutes, possibly even hours passed with the three of you attacking the plant that had taken over the building. With each vine Rex seemed to explode, another grew; dwindling all your progress to zero.

Finally in a sudden turn of events you found the perfect spell, reciting the olden language as a dark spiraled glyph etched into the ground below the plant.

Light sprung from your magic, incinerating the monster from within.

In the midst of this however, a sudden pinkish hue entered the air in the form of smoke, chasing towards you desperately as the plant breathed its final moments. You quickly flung an arm around your face, but it was far too late; feeling the foreign air run up your nose in a painful burn. It trickled down to your throat, clogging so much you began to cough; body shaking from the excursion. You fell to your knees, struggling to catch your breath, as sloppy wet coughs escaped your chest.

“[Name]!”

You didn’t know whether it was Rex or Robot speaking, deciding to focus on your breathing instead. Your eyes shut close, sucking in harshly to hopefully fill your lungs with fresh air and not whatever that mysterious smoke was. It took a couple of tries but you eventually succeeded, feeling your rushing heart relax the moment you could breathe again.

You slowly lifted from your hunched position, noting the way Robot stood close to you whilst Rex stood off to the side, gaze settled upon you with an unreadable expression.

“What the hell was that, Robot?! Did it just piss on her?”

“You’re..” You huffed softly, slowly rising to your feet, tucking your book close to your body. “— so immature.”

“I’m asking a serious question!”

You shook your head, switching your gaze over to the still machine, waiting for some type of answer. You secretly prayed Rex was wrong, knowing you would probably gag if it truly was magical monster plant pee.

“It wasn’t urine, Rex; the plant released a pheromone as a response to [Name] killing it. “ Rex explained slowly, stepping a tad bit closer to you, clearly scanning your form. “It’s current effects are unknown to me, however you seemed to have inhaled most of it and absorbed it through your skin.”

“What?” You hissed in concern, eyes falling to your body as if searching for some type of answer. You even went as far as swiping your skin, truly desperate to get whatever the hell it was off you.

“That won’t work.”

“Yeah, no shit Robot—“ Rex stepped in, eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he glanced down at you before switching his gaze back to his other teammate. “What are you gonna do?”

All was silent for a moment as Robot thought it over, possibly doing millions of calculations for an answer. You stood quietly, attempting to swallow your fear. This so called pheromone couldn’t be that bad.. right? Maybe it was like a skunk thing?

Okay, that did sound pretty bad.

Robot stole you from your thoughts the moment he spoke again, your eyes flicking to him and noticing his own head switched towards Rex.

“For now, while I assess the effects the two of you will be quarantined together.”

“What?”

“There’s no way in he—“

“You could possibly infect the others through contact and given Rex was nearby during the event, there’s a possibility the pheromones hit him as well.” Robot cut through your childish remarks with ease, watching your mouths clamp shut in response.

“This is only temporary. I will figure out an answer soon. For now, please work with me.”

. . .

You wanted to work with Robot, or more like needed to. So you were pretty silent on the ride back to headquarters albeit the little groans of irritation that escaped you each time you shifted, suddenly feeling every bit of fabric clinging to your skin.

It was a blur making it to the quarantine area— or rather your bedroom. You didn’t love having your biggest enemy in your safe haven, but you would have to make do.

“Feel any different?”

“You asked that three minutes ago, Rex.” You murmured softly, eyes closed as you laid amongst your soft blankets. You had taken a shower the moment you got back, something Robot recommended and something you definitely needed. Removing your clothes to relish under the hot water was pure bliss, you would have stayed under there for hours if you could. After which you dried and dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, baggy to combat the sudden suffocating sensation surrounding you.

You turned from lying on your back to your side, allowing your eyes to open and focus on the man across the room. He was seated on your vanity chair, dressed in a simple white tank and his super-suit pants. The man’s hair was done up in a messy bun, a few strands framing his face. You began to stare longer than you should have, only realizing the moment his eyebrow twitched up, clearly questioning your sudden interest on his face.

You breathed softly, “I don’t feel any different.. just, hot.”

“Hot?”

You gave a little nod, rolling onto your stomach as your face smushed into the blankets and pillows below you. “Hot.” You repeated softly, eyes closing for a moment. Hot, was an understatement. While your shower helped cool you down in the moment, it felt as if your temperature was slowly rising and rising— with no end in sight. It explained why you suddenly felt so suffocated; the fabric you wore clinging to your body as you began to sweat.

Along with this, you felt dizzy as if developing the worst super powered vertigo known to man. The only remedy was shutting your eyes tightly, even going as far as shoving your face into your bed to help.

“Really.. hot.” You murmured more to yourself rather than the man, but he heard regardless.

Rex couldn’t help the tinge of worry invading his body as he looked at you. He could hear the way you basically panted, as well as see your body rise and fall with every breath. He sucked in his own, rising to his feet and crossing the bedroom quickly.

“You’re not gonna be able to breathe like that, c’mon—“ he leaned upon your bed with a single hand whilst the other went for your arm, gently pushing you, however hissing the moment his palm made contact with your skin.

“Fuck, you’re boiling [Name].” Rex murmured, eyes casing down your front the moment you rested on your back. He immediately noticed the sweat presented on your skin, shining underneath your overhead light and trickling down your body. With each huff your chest was rising, hands clenching the shirt you wore as if to ground you.

“I’m.. starting to feel weird.” Your voice came out in a croak, as like it burned to speak; eyes blinking open to stare up at the man before you, which proved difficult given how you could barely focus.

Rex sucked in a breath, his hand gliding from your arm to instead maneuver towards your forehead. From the heat radiating against his palm it was clear you had a fever, terrible enough that it seemed to incapacitate you completely. Such a thought caused the man to worry, something he didn’t typically like doing but he couldn’t help it at this point.

“Are you in pain anywhere?”

You slowly shook your head, causing the man’s hand to glide lower, coming into contact with your cheek. The moment it did, you shivered, eyes shutting close and seemingly leaning into his touch. It felt cooling compared to the rest of your body, a funny thought given his entire power was exploding shit.

Still, it seemed like the remedy to your situation, causing you to basically sink into his touch; a sigh gliding through your nostrils.

This took Rex by surprise, eyes widening slowly at the display. You, the woman he was oh so sure hated him, was leaning into his touch? It truly must be winter in hell for such a thing to happen.

“[Name]..?” He called on hushed breath, throughly confused by the situation. You didn’t respond, at first; seemingly content with your cheek in his hand. But the moment Rex moved your eyes were flying open, reaching over to lock your fingers around his wrist.

“Don’t.. move. Please don’t move.”

You murmured softly, borderline whimpering as you turned to place the full weight of your head into his palm. Your fingers dragged down his wrist to his arm, coaxing him to stay just where you wanted— needed him to be. Your entire body was overheating at this point, your clothes feeling far too restricting as if you were ready to burst out the seams. You released a shuddering breath, shifting once more and allowing your lips to graze his skin, nose pressed up against his wrist in turn.

The moment his smell hit you, you were murmuring a soft swear; nails dragging against his skin as desperation began to fill your entirety.

Rex couldn’t do a thing but sit there and gape, attempting to stay composed despite what was unfolding before him. His fingers twitched as they glided close to you hair, feeling something else twitch as your lips traced his skin— fuck, what were you doing? The man wanted nothing more than to ask just that, tearing his hand away in the process.

But he couldn’t, not with the way those pretty eyes were fluttering at him, clearly so desperate for his touch. Rex’s tongue slipped out to glide across his bottom lip nervously, nearly convulsing as he watched your gaze fall to the simple action.

Everything was growing so hot around the two of you, as if the pheromones had seeped out completely and covered every inch of your room. Silence carried before your lips parted to speak a sweet,

“Rex..”

It took a moment for the man to reply with how his name tasted on your tongue. You had abandoned that usual hint of annoyance and frustration crafted specifically for him, instead choosing something so soft, and downright irresistible it was causing his mind to go wild.

His teeth dragged across his cheek, finally releasing a simple; “What is it? Do you.. want me to go get Robot?”

You couldn’t have shaken your head any faster, hand even tightening around his arm— as if truly scared his touch would leave. You brought your body closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him; eyes carrying down his form as soft huffs pushed through pouted lips.

“No..— please, please stay. I need you to stay, Rex.” A drawn out beg escaped you quickly, Rex sucking in air at your words. Stay? He had no choice but to. The two of you were quarantined after all.

But something told him that wasn’t what you were only entailing. Something, like how your gaze simply couldn’t focus on a single spot; trailing from his face down to his legs— lingering there for a moment before returning back to his features.

“Then wha—“

“I need,” You begun slowly, struggling to find the words as hurried breaths escaped. The feeling running through you was completely foreign, sensations, senses, all of it; cranked up completely to one hundred. Fear of the unknown pooled deep in your stomach, followed by something else entirely the longer you looked at the man before you.

Finally you seemed to find what you wanted, fingers dragging against his skin once more, it pricking with each touch.

“You. I need you, Rex. I need to feel you..”

You were lying. This was a trick to fuck with him right? There’s no way you, wanted him in that way. It was all some ploy to admit something he didn’t want to, right? It had to be..

Rex wanted to open his mouth to refuse you, brain screaming at him to push you away. Push her, push her, push her— it thundered in his head as if the only plausible answer to the situation.

But the moment a single please escaped those pretty lips, the only thought in Rex’s head was;

Fuck this.

The hand upon you gripped your cheek with purpose, the man leaning to snatch your lips in a heated kiss. The moment the two of you connected, a soft whine escaped right into his mouth— your free hand latching onto his body quickly. Your lips moved in such a perfect rhythm, igniting your already hot body to basically boil over. You couldn’t help how desperate your lips were getting, whimpering and whining; practically begging for more out of the man.

The two of you parted, Rex watching the way you attempted to chase his lips, eyelids coming to hang low over green eyes that took you in so intently.

“Rex, please..”

“I hear you.” His words broke through the fog slowly clouding your mind, you completely focused on him and only him. The way he breathed, stared, how he ever so slowly lifted himself to hover over your sweltering body; bringing himself to rest on his forearm whilst the other hand continued to hold your face.

“I got you mama, shit..” Rex dragged softly as he pressed another kiss to your lips, leading his own down to your chin, neck, before stamping kisses right against your collarbone. Your taste was a perfect swirl of salty and sweet, curtesy of your sweat and the body wash you had previously used. The man released your face to instead carry his hand downwards, soon reaching the edge of your shirt; breaching the clothing to spread his hand across your stomach.

Rex could nearly groan the moment his fingers clenched, delighted by the way his digits sunk into your plump flesh— hot against his hand and completely perfect despite what he claimed. His eyes took you in searching for something, anything that would tell him to stop— that you didn’t want this at all. But the man only received a pout, and eyes filled to the brim with want.

For him, and only him.

Such a look had him shuddering, leaning close and muttering a quick so desperate for me right upon your lips— such words causing you to keen and melt into him completely. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, never wishing to let go as you felt his comforting hand crossing from your warm stomach and up, the cool air gliding across your skin the more exposed it got.

You gasped as Rex’s fingers traced your breast for a moment, simply playing with you before allowing two of them to enclose a hardened nipple; stimulating the peak so perfectly that sparks were emitting between your thighs. You couldn’t help but lift your hips up, finding what you wanted — his thigh — and dragging yourself up and down slowly.

The stimulation caused you to pant into him, sounds overtaken the moment his tongue intruded your mouth; licking into the dark space with such interest. With a twirl of your two wet, appendages you were moaning softly, feeling the combined spit trickle down your chin the longer you kissed.

You were already dizzy before but with his mouth, fingers, and thigh; you could only describe your mind being a spiral with no end in sight.

As he pulled away you panted, grinding against his thigh like some pathetic dog in heat— clearly desperate for friction to ease the ache between your legs.

Rex took you in greedily, rising up to his haunches, continuing to tweak your breast whilst his other hand carried from your bed and to your body, dragging across your covered sex. Your shorts were soaked, basically ruined; arousal seeping through the fabric easily. He watched as you practically withered at his touch, not so secretly rising your hips to his hand once again.

With another drag of his hand you were whining, peeking up at the man;

“Rex.. don’t tease, please don’t tease me.”

You were palpable, shaking, wanting, needing— everything and anything Rex could have ever wanted. The last thing on his mind was teasing you again.

He was practically tearing your pants and panties off, tossing them to some corner you could worry about later. Your thighs parted, exposing the way a glossy, slick coated your aching cunt; clit swollen, begging for attention as your hole fluttered. Rex couldn’t help but drool, dipping his fingers to coat in your essence, watching the way you practically shook from the naked touch.

“Fuck.. you’re soaked.” Rex whispered, dragging a finger along before finding your little button, circling it carefully. He watched the way your face screwed up in pleasure, how your thighs twitched, slowly enclosing his hand— refusing to let him go where you needed him most.

Your eyes glossy, a film of pure lust covering the pretty gaze; such a look had the man basically huffing, feeling all inhibitions leave his body in a single trickle. Rex continued to circle your swollen clit, feeling the way you so desperately rose into his hand, he knew this was the most sensitive part of a woman, but god— the way you withered was otherworldly.

“Rex, Rex, Rex..” You were whining his name so pathetically, fingers tugging at your blankets as your hips swiveled in the direction of his finger. The ache inside of you only seemed to grow, the pressure building up in your stomach and threatening to spill over. You could feel the way globs of arousal basically pooled from within you, trickling down to your taint and surely staining the bedsheets.

“Fuck… why do you look so pretty like this?”

The question was spoke out loud, yet truthfully not for you to answer. Rex racked his brain on why exactly he waited so long to have you like this. He was such a dick, truly and utterly— to you, and to himself.

The man’s eyes flicked from your pretty pussy back to your even prettier features, gliding his fingers lower to prod at your weeping entrance; easily pushing two digits in to which your velvety walls basically sucked in.

He wasted no time in thrusting the appendages in and out, enjoying the way your moans pitched so perfectly; hitting every inch of his brain in the best symphony. He scissored and curled, brushing up against that spongy spot you; yourself, have never been able to reach with your own fingers.

And the moment Rex’s thumb rose, sweeping across your sensitive button; you were truly done for.

Your hand flew down to his wrist, gripping, refusing to let him go as rushed cries quickly turned into sharp bellows of his name the longer he ruined you with his fingers. It shouldn’t feel this damn good at all. Not simply because it was his fingers but also because it was Rex himself.

The idiot that always looked at you with such disdain, always treated you oddly, mocking you— the whole nine yards like some little bully. Yet here he was, staring at you so sweetly while easing that desperate ache that only he could solve. Only him.

You would slap yourself later. When your mind wasn’t so warped. For now, you wanted nothing more than to be ruined and built right back up by the man you claimed to hate.

Your nails scratched at his skin, thighs closing in around his arm as that pressure thundered deep in your stomach— ready to burst at any time. You couldn’t help the way tears pricked at your eyes, spilling over with each of your quick blinks.

In your daze you heard Rex coo, maybe whisper; soon feeling him move towards your side, face hovering close to your own whilst his fingers continued that perfect rhythm inside of you.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this,” Awe clung to his words, heavy lidded eyes dedicating each pleasure stricken feature to memory; refusing to let it go. “So fucking perfect like this.. I’m such a dick, fuck—“ Rex wondered if he was suddenly getting infected, given the way you so easily took over every sense of his. He felt, smelt, saw, and tasted just about every inch of your presence; a concoction that even the best bartender couldn’t even begin to replicate.

“—Mm close! Fuck.. Rex, please..!”

Your walls clung to his fingers, peak rising so quickly only to crash even faster. The tears spilled over, coating your cheeks whilst your arousal coated his fingers, and your bedsheets. You shook from the aftershocks, desperately trying to catch your breath; whining the moment you felt Rex remove his fingers.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but you moved much faster, reaching out to plant your hands onto his shoulders. You rose, pressing your lips to his own whilst pushing at his body; affectively getting him to lay onto his back whilst you crawled over his body.

Rex could nearly cum in his pants the moment you laid out amongst him, his hands immediately falling to your plush thighs, tugging them; eyes rolling back at how soft you felt against his skin. And the moment he realized you were dragging your hips, smearing your messy pussy across his covered bulge; the man pulled back to groan, shuddering breaths escaping his chest.

“Fuck, fuck— wait, don’t you need to, recover— [Name]?”

“Nnn.. no, no..”

He watched as you rose to sit in his lap, hips still bucking, still grinding and rolling like some machine that refused to turn off. You looked like a fucking goddess above him, hair a mess yet framing your features perfectly, eyes glossy, lips shining with your combined saliva; Rex wondered what he did he do to deserve such a display.

“Need more.. fuck I need it Rex, please!” With a particularly long drag of your hips you were shaking, hands pressed against his chest, crumpling the shirt he wore within your palms. It was like your body didn’t care you had finished just a second ago, still completely aching in desperation as if you were completely untouched.

Your sweet whines did something to Rex, the man swearing under his breath, the previous worry he held for you no longer present. Wasting no time, he allowed his hands to fall from your body to instead find the waistband of his pants, resting his feet onto the bed to shimmy his garments down to his thighs.

His length sprung from its confinements, tip flushed with pearly globs of white slipping from its slit. You brushed close, sweltering center dragging across it so perfectly the both of you could only groan.

Rex’s hands found your hips again, squeezing the flesh within his fingers as his own hips rose to buck into you. “C’mon mama, it’s all yours.. don’t tease.” His head tilted, eyes fluttering closed the moment you ground against him once again. His tip bumped against your swollen button, dragging to your fluttering hole; prodding there for a moment before slowly pushing past the ring of muscle.

The man downright shivered, sparks running down his spine the way your wet walls clung to his dick, shaping around it so perfectly he swore you were made just for him. You weren’t any better, nearly falling apart as you enveloped him completely— ass rested on his legs, seated so perfectly. The stretch should have burned, but you only felt pure bliss with every inch pushed into you. Filled to the brim, his dick basically throbbing inside you, veins brushing against your walls; hitting places you didn’t even know existed.

You didn’t wait to adjust, to allow air to even fully expand your lungs before you were lifting yourself until only the tip remained inside— dropping down in one full motion. The moan released you was pure sickeningly sweet honey, clutching the man so desperately as more hurried drops of your hips followed.

Rex clung to your hips for dear life, barely being able to keep himself together. The single thought of don’t come, don’t come, swirled inside his mind; proving more difficult the longer you rode him. His body shook with each heavy pant he released, nails digging into your plush skin as his eyes nearly met his skull.

“Jus… ha— just like that baby, fucking use me—“ His feet suddenly planted firmly upon your bed, meeting each of your ruts with his own thrusts, tip striking your g-spot so perfectly.

Stars invaded your vision, body sweltering, sweat trickling down every single part of your body— but you refused to stop, you couldn’t. You felt as if you could die without this. And they may have been true, with how you were clinging to the man like he was some kind of anchor.

You lowered yourself, quick breaths fanning across his exposed skin; whining the moment you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist, feeling him drill into you without a care.

“Rex, o—oh god, fuck!” You shoved your face into his neck, sniffling and sobbing as that ache swelled. You weren’t even thinking properly nor making sense, incoherent words that sounded like some jumbled prayer of his name slipping off your tongue far too quickly.

Before you could even breathe the man was suddenly flipping your positions, hands going for your thighs and spreading you open— fucking into you so deeply, you could have sworn he was in your cervix at this point.

“So perfect.. fucking perfect, fuck, fuck..” His words came out in a drawn fashion, eyes glued to your body. He pushed your thighs, watching the way your stomach rolled up in response; Rex swearing he was getting hard all over again. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, ass rippling each time his hips made contact.

Far too quickly you were coming undone, coil snapping without warning leaving you a shaking mess that could only gasp and cry. Your slick escaped, coating his dick; creating a creamy ring around the base as he simply would not, stop, moving. Instead the man lowered, coming closer and sliding your legs to his shoulders.

Through shallow thrusts Rex spoke, “Been so fucking mean to you. You forgive me baby, huh?” All while planting the sweetest kisses against your skin, as if he wasn’t utterly wrecking you.

You could only whine, hands sliding to his back, dragging your nails against him as you shook your head far too fast— making yourself even more delirious then before.

But that wasn’t enough for the man, no, that wasn’t what he wanted, needed.

A hand came between the two of you, easily finding your messy clit and rubbing circles into the bud. You shook, overstimulation biting at your body to the point you were keening.

“Wanna hear you say it, pretty…” Rex spoke in-between sharp thrusts and shaky exhales. “—I was a fucking ass..asshole, and liar; every inch of you is perfect.. shit, you have me obsessed [Name].”

It was clear the man wasn’t thinking straight from how easily the confession swept from his lips, some type of metaphorical weight being lifted off his shoulders the moment it was uttered however. Rex took in the way you struggled to keep your eyes on him, and with how you were tossing back and forth between ecstasy he was sure you hadn’t heard a damn thing.

Still, the pace of both his fingers and hips quickened, moving much closer to kiss you, soft cooes of forgive me, being pushed into your mouth.

Your hands trailed to his hair, bun long forgotten as the strands peeked and slid between the gaps of your fingers. Rex swallowed your last bellow, your entire body jerking as you squirted, making a complete mess of him, yourself, and your bed.

He wasn’t too far behind, groaning into you as he drove himself deeper, gripping your skin as he flooded you with his come; adding to the mess the moment it began to trickle out.

Rex’s hips finally stilled, hand even moving away from your pretty cunt yet his lips remained on you, still kissing you so sloppily yet gingerly. Moments passed of this lip locking before he pulled away for air, forehead resting against your own as he greedily sucked it up.

You panted as well, that once unquenchable ache now very dull compared to before. You melted into the bed, sighing heavily as your hands dragged from his hair to his cheeks, collecting them in your palms.

“I forgive you.” You whispered, watching recollection cross his features, causing your lips to curl into a little grin. “But yeah, you’re a dick.”

Rex couldn’t help the little grin pulling his lips, “I know. But hey, I helped you get rid of that monster plant piss— just had to sweat it out.”

You groaned softly, pushing at his body to which the man laughed, refusing to break away.

“You ruin everything.”

[rinaizha]

RAHHHHHHLHOYFOYDTIGKXO

Rex ‘Splode’ Sloan

nsfw/smut oneshot, gn!reader, sub!rex, p in v

“Come on baby…one more for me.”

Rex Sloan, a hot head for a boyfriend. A womanizer at heart. And a male who claimed he was a top while having sex. Yet here he was, complete putty in your hands.

The slapping of your ass against his thighs echoed throughout the room, mixed with the whines and high pitched moans leaving your wrecked boyfriends swollen lips as you road him. His hands glued to your waist, keeping you in place with a bruising grip, nails digging into the fat of your hips. His pupils were absolutely blown, trying to look up at you, wanting to admire how pretty you looked bouncing up and down on his cock. But it was too difficult, not when you rocked your hips in a certain way, your gummy walls clenching around his sensitive dick, whispering lewd praises in his ear, all to which made his eyes roll back.

He felt like he was going to explode.

You’ve been riding him for god knows how long. Your legs burning up, motions growing sloppy but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You made him cum…how many times? Who knows. You lost track after three. The thick ring of creamy cum around the base of his cock was enough said.

“I can’t…please…fuck!”

“Yes you can, Rex…”

Moan after groan. Whining after complaining. All to which made you go harder and faster on top of him. Your head tilted forward, letting out soft pants as your eyes trailed over him, taking in the delicious sight: your teeth marks in his tan skin, hickeys and faint lines of your nails across his chest, tears beginning to gloss over his eyes, on the brink of crying from the overstimulation. Oh how you wanted to lick those tears away once they started rolling down.

“Such a pretty boy…”

Such a fucking tease, he thought. His hands gripped at your waist, rutting up as you slowed, making you moan out as the girth of his dick rubbed right against your sweet spot, thighs clenching around his hips. He so desperately wanted to take control, to flip you over and pound into that gapping hole of yours until your the one cumming all over him, crying from the pleasure and whining out for more. He wanted that satisfaction. But he couldn’t find the strength, his body limp against the mattress, pebbled in sweat, lower half sticky with cum, letting you fuck him numb.

“I’m gonna…ngh…”

Hot, thick ropes plunge into you, painting your walls white with his seed. Your hips smacked down, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you, half hard. He let out a strained moan, his hands falling from your waist and onto the bed, trying to steady his breathing from yet another orgasm. He wiped a bead of sweat that rolled from his temple, eyes flickering up to you.

“One more?” A cheek grin plastering on your face.

You were going to be the death of him one day.

[rinaizha]

Invincibutts

[rinaizha]

Hallo if you’re open to them can I request foot job with Mark? Reader’s a virgin and Mark asks them for one. He lets them explore his dick with their foot before he takes the reins? Love your stuff btw!!!

y’know what anon I would not be opposed to that but I just think I needa do more research so for now I hope this suffices >.<

Warnings: smut, Mark’s fucking every part of you (almost), Mark is horny af

Mark loves every part of you. Every. Single. Part. Your face, your cheeks, your eyes, lips, tits, thighs, ass, feet. All of it.

And naturally, as Mark has such a high sex drive, either because of his Viltrumite genes or because he’s a teenage boy, he’s fucked in or against most of them.

Of course, there’s the blow job. You and Mark had been dating for a while, and whilst he had gone down on you multiple times, he refused for you to return the favour. You’d been upset at first, wondering why he wouldn’t let you love on him like he loves on you, until he told you that he was scared he was gonna come too fast ://

So you got down on your knees and pulled his boxers down. And he’s already rock hard. Mushroomy tip leaking. It’s a pretty pink, and he’s hissing when you lean forward to suck the tip.

Then there’s the handjob. You’d given Mark plenty of those, in the moments when you’d be kissing each other passionately, hands wandering until they reach under his waistband.

He’s so warm, almost hot to the touch, eyes rolling to the back of head as he sucks your bottom lip. And when he comes around your fingers, he’s pulling them up to his lips to suck them clean too.

And when you’re tired, lying in bed under the covers with Mark, sometimes he’ll whine in your ear. Lots of I need you’s, and Just the tip’s. And sometimes you’ll be too exhausted to move, too comfortable in your position that you’ll just nod your head, let him take what he needs.

So he’ll push against you, grab your hips and rut slowly, kissing your ear, neck, cheek, whatever he can reach. And you can feel his hard on inside his boxers as he rubs against your panties. He moves slow, at first, lazily, but as his release starts to build up he’ll speed up, moaning lowly in your ear as he cums in his boxers.

There’s also the thigh job. When Mark’s stamina has just worn you out after multiple orgasms, and your poor cunt is just too sensitive for another round :((

So you’ll lie on your side, and let him push his dick through your thighs, in and out and in and out, wet sounds coming from between you too. And when he finally fucks himself to completion, you two will take it to the bathroom, just for a quick shower, he says, but you know what’s really going to happen.

And you can’t say you mind it when he falls to his knees in the steamy bathroom, dark eyes peering up at you through long lashes as he hikes your leg over his shoulder, kissing your ankle.

[rinaizha]

ᴄᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʚ♡ɞ - Trading Places

Pairing: Lensless/No Goggles!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: FILTH, reader fucking wrecks this man, idk if you ain’t into that freaky shit don’t read lmao

Tags: Smut, fem!dom, teasing, masturbation, oral (f receiving), riding

Word Count: 3,238

Synopsis: Mark brags to the other variants about the baddie he’s bagged when you call, and you are NOT happy.

a/n: had to run it back cause of this anon - y'all like that freaky shit huh 🤪

Part One

Part Two – Brunch Edition!

The rooftop’s buzzing — not with conversation, but with static from the torn sky above and the low hum of multiversal regret. Three Marks, one bottle. Broken chairs. The faint smell of ozone and blood.

Mohawk Mark is sharpening a blade that hums when it moves. Shiesty’s tossing playing cards into a wormhole like it’s a trash can. Chill. Quiet.

Then, from the corner, Lensless Mark leans forward with a slow grin like sin warming up.

“You know what I been on lately?” he says, voice thick with that I’m about to say something unholy tone.

The other two don’t even look up. They know it’s coming.

Mark takes a long pull from the bottle, licks his lips, and lets the grin grow. “I’ve been getting absolutely destroyed by the baddest girl in any universe.”

Now Mohawk glances over. Shiesty lowers his cards. Mark keeps going, casual, cocky, obsessed.

“She’s got this walk that makes gravity trip. Like, I watch her leave rooms. Every time. It’s pathetic. She knows it, too. She’ll bend over just to make me lose a thought.”

“Go on,” Shiesty says, already too invested.

“She’s not sweet,” Mark continues. “Not soft. Got a voice like razor wire and hands like she owns me. She’ll dig her nails in and leave them there while she talks shit into my ear like I’m nothing — and I eat it up.”

Mohawk stares. “You’re in love.”

Mark scoffs. “Nah. I’m in danger.” He laughs, runs a hand through his hair, breathless with memory. “Last time? She made me wait. Told me to sit on the floor. Didn’t say a word for twenty minutes. Then she climbed on my lap and told me I better not finish ‘til she says so.”

“…You listen?” Shiesty asks, eyes wide.

Mark looks offended. “Of course I did. I damn near cried when she said ‘good boy.’ You ever felt a praise kink rewire your whole brain in real time?”

“...God damn,” Mohawk mutters.

“I’d kill for her,” Mark says, shrugging. “I have. I’ll do it again.”

Shiesty frowns. “You really out here monologuing like she’s not gonna ruin your life.”

Mark tips the bottle toward him, eyes gleaming.

“She already did,” he says, and smirks. “And I say thank you every time.”

Mohawk and Shiesty just sit there, stunned. Then Mohawk says, “Nah, I need one of those. Where you find her?”

Mark just shakes his head slowly. “You couldn’t. She doesn’t want you. She likes her men a little fucked up.”

“Guess that’s why she got you, huh?” Shiesty teases.

Mark smiles, slow and sharp. “Exactly.” He leans back like he just dropped the gospel when his phone buzzes against the table.

He looks down, sees your name, and immediately lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree.

“OHHH shiiittt, that’s her,” he says, voice dropping into something low and smug. “Y’all shut up, lemme take this.”

He swipes to answer, leans back in his chair like he’s about to get dessert again.

“Hey, baby—”

“Come here. Now.”

Your voice cuts through the line like a blade. No pleasantries. No softness. Just heat. And venom. And the promise of consequences.

Mark blinks, caught off guard for half a second. “Wait—where are you?”

Click.

You hang up.

No location. No context. No nothing.

Just fury and a demand.

Mark stares at the phone for a beat, then laughs — low and breathless, like he’s been punched in the chest by a dream he didn’t know he was having.

“Fuck.”

“What happened?” Mohawk asks, already invested. Mark stands up fast, pocketing his phone, that wicked little smirk crawling back across his face like sin.

“She’s pissed,” he says, delighted.

“You gonna apologize?” Shiesty teases.

Mark just shakes his head, already lifting off the ground, eyes scanning the city like a predator.

“Nah,” he mutters, voice full of anticipation. “I’m gonna find her.”

Then he's gone — a blur of motion, ripped air and reckless speed — chasing your wrath like it's the only thing worth catching.

—

You’re storming, like the kind of walk that makes people avoid eye contact or cross the street. The one that makes every space you step into feel different. And Mark? He’s always drawn to that storm.

He catches up easily, stepping into your path with that shit-eating grin of his, leaning in like he’s about to give you the world.

“There she is,” he says, voice smooth and dripping with satisfaction. “Didn’t even tell me where you were, but you know I’m always gonna find you.”

You don’t stop walking. Not for him. Not yet. But the moment he catches up, you can feel his eyes on your hand. The way you’re cradling it against your chest like it’s something precious, like it’s a secret.

He slows his pace, not bothering to hide the concern creeping into his voice. “What happened to your hand?”

You don’t answer him immediately, just keep your eyes dead ahead. It’s so fucking obvious, but you’re making him wait. Making him sweat.

“I decked Sadie,” you say, your voice colder than ice.

Mark’s brow furrows, then his eyes widen in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

“She was talking shit,” you say with a bitter smile. “Said maybe if I wasn’t so busy ‘babysitting’ you, I'd have time to notice someone worth my attention.” You scoff, still walking like you’re already miles ahead of him. “So I asked her if she wanted my attention too.”

You slow, and Mark steps closer, his voice low with disbelief and something else—admiration.

“And?”

You don’t miss a beat. You lift your hand and show him. “Then I gave it to her. Right to the jaw.”

For a second, there’s silence. Mark’s frozen. And you can see his brain trying to process the fact that you just punched one of your friends in the face for flirting with him. And that realization hits him like a fucking freight train.

Then, finally, he groans. It’s low, deep, like he’s in physical pain. “Jesus, fuck—you really hit her?”

“I think I busted her lip,” you reply with a devilish grin. “I hope I did.”

Mark’s body moves toward you like gravity’s finally catching up to him. He’s close now, breath hot against your skin, voice thick and desperate. “You’re insane,” he murmurs. “You really just—”

You cut him off, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him forward, your eyes blazing with something he can’t resist. “Shut the fuck up,” you snap, your voice like fire. “Don’t act like you weren’t praying this would happen.”

That’s when his control finally shatters. His voice drops, like he’s already lost the battle. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You look at him, wide-eyed and breathless. “That’s the idea.”

And then you’re moving. Fast. You’re already dragging him into your apartment, no room for hesitation  as you slam the door behind you. Mark barely has time to say your name before you’ve shoved him back against it, your body a storm pressed to his chest.

“Do you think this is a game?” you snarl, your voice low, dangerous, vibrating in your throat. “Do you think it’s funny that you have every bitch within ten feet looking at you like they could steal you?”

Mark’s chest rises with every word you spit, his hands barely grazing your waist, like he’s unsure if he’s allowed to touch you.

“I didn’t—” he starts, but you’re already grabbing a fistful of his collar and yanking him down to your level, close enough that your breath hits his lips when you speak again.

“I just lost a friend because of you.”

Mark swallows. Hard.

“And it didn’t feel good,” you hiss. “It felt awful. I hated it. Hated the sound her face made when it cracked. Hated the way everyone looked at me like I was insane. Why did you make me do that?!”

He’s panting now. Not from fear. Not from guilt. But from the way you’re saying it. Like you’re accusing him of lighting the match while you poured the gasoline.

You shove him backwards, toward the bedroom. Mark stumbles, smiling now — all teeth, breathless. “Fuck,” he says under his breath. “You’re so hot when you’re mad.”

You don’t even dignify it with a response. You’re pulling him by the collar again, throwing him down onto the bed like he’s nothing but a body for you to use.

“You think this is foreplay?” you growl, climbing over him. “You think this is me being cute?”

Mark’s arms spread wide against the mattress, his eyes wide and so ready.

“I don’t care what it is,” he breathes. “Just don’t stop.”

You slide your hand up his chest, nails dragging across his skin hard enough to leave marks. “You love this, don’t you?”

He nods, quick and eager. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“You love when I lose my mind over you.”

“I love it when you own me.”

You reach his throat, fingers pressing down — not choking, not yet — just a reminder. A threat. A promise. “I should leave you here,” you whisper, leaning down, lips ghosting over his. “Hard and pathetic.”

He groans, eyes fluttering. “Please don’t.”

You smile, slow and venomous. “Beg me, Mark.”

“Please,” he pants. “Please—use me. Ruin me. I’ll be good, I swear.”

You grip his face, tilting his head to make him look at you. Really see you. Your anger. Your fire.

“Say it.”

His voice cracks. “I’m yours.”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours!” he moans, hips twitching up into yours. “I’m fucking yours, please—don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

And that’s when you fucking hit him.

The slap echoes through the room like a gunshot.

Mark’s head snaps to the side, jaw slack, lip split just a little. His eyes flutter, and for one glorious second, he just sits there, breathing like you knocked the thoughts out of his head. You lean over him, voice sharp and trembling with rage. “Is that what you wanted?”

His head lolls back to face you, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Fuck yeah,” he breathes, grinning like you just gifted him divinity. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

You don’t flinch. Don’t soften. You just say, flat and dangerous: “Take your clothes off.”

That grin? It twitches — falters — then turns desperate. He’s yanking on his suit, fumbling with the waistband like he forgot how buttons work. You don’t help. You just watch, every bit of his frantic movement feeding the fire in your chest.

When he’s finally sitting there — naked, flushed, fully hard, pupils blown wide — you turn your back to him. Grab a chair. Turn it around. Sit in it backward — legs spread, chin resting on your arms — and he doesn’t even breathe.

Until you slide your hand between your thighs.

He chokes on air.

Your fingers move slow, so deliberate it’s cruel. You dip them lower, gather slick, bring it back up with a shiver that you don’t bother hiding. Then you meet his eyes — and you smirk.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.”

Mark stills like he’s been shot.

His hands grip the bed. His jaw tightens. His whole existence funnels into watching you.

You drag your fingers up again, a little moan slipping out this time — quiet, breathy, dangerous.

“You want this?” you ask, voice soft and mean. “You want a taste?”

He nods, frantic. “Please. I want to be good—let me be good, I’ll do anything—”

You cut him off with a sigh — bored, disappointed. “God, Mark. Why do you behave so badly if you want sweet things?” He stares, trembling, chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile. You lean back in the chair, dragging your hand slow and easy, fingers curling with purpose. You never take your eyes off him. “I lost a friend tonight,” you whisper. “Because of you.” Mark swallows hard. Shame flickers across his face, but it’s buried under hunger.

“You think you deserve this after that?”

“No,” he whispers. “But I want it.”

You let your fingers dip lower again, a shaky breath escaping your lips.

“Well, too bad.”

His mouth falls open. You tilt your head, licking your fingers slowly, smirking at the way he twitches.

“I taste so fucking sweet, Mark,” you purr. “Like candy. Like everything you’ll never get.” He lets out a noise — almost a sob — and grips the sheets like he might tear them in half.

“You like acting out?” you continue, dragging your voice like velvet across a knife’s edge. “Flirting with Sadie while I’m sitting right there? Making me hit someone I’ve known for years because I couldn’t stand the way she looked at you?”

His eyes shine. You lean forward again, voice razor-sharp. “Bad boys don’t get treats.”

“Please,” he begs, whisper-wrecked. “I’ll get on my knees. I’ll let you use me. Just let me taste it. Just a little. Just a drop—” You raise a single finger, coated in slick.

Mark freezes like a statue.

Then you bring it to your mouth, suck it clean, and groan softly — just for you. Not for him. Never for him.

“You don’t deserve a goddamn drop.”

His hips jerk. His body shakes. You’re watching him unravel from across the room, untouched.

And when he opens his mouth again, desperate to beg, you cut him off with one final word: “Sit there. Watch. Be a good boy. And maybe — maybe — I’ll let you lick it off my fingers when I’m done.”

You continue on until you think you’ve had enough. Then, finally, you slowly stand from the chair, wiping your fingers off on his already discarded suit like he’s not sitting there with his cock out, looking one whimper away from sobbing.

Then, cold and calm, you say: “Lay back.”

He scrambles like he’s under command, back hitting the mattress so fast it’s like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind.

You crawl over him. Not lovingly. Not teasing. Like a stormcloud rolling in with the full intent of drowning him.

You stop when your thighs are straddling his chest, and you look down at him like you’re about to devour him. “Open your mouth.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Tongue out. Wide-eyed. So fucking eager.

You hover. Just above him. Letting the heat of you sink into his skin, watching his tongue twitch like he’s trying to catch air. But you don’t give him anything. Not yet.

“See?” you coo, voice venom-sweet. “You don’t even know how to act.”

His breath hitches.

“You don’t get to taste this just because you begged.” You tilt your hips, dragging your slick folds just above his mouth without letting him have a drop. “You flirt with my friends. You make me fight for you. You make me bleed for you.”

“I’m sorry,” he croaks, eyes locked on the spot just above his lips. “I’m sorry—I’ll be good, please—”

You lower, just a little. Let him get one lick. And he moans, like he’s tasting salvation.

And then you sit. Full weight. Full heat. Full fucking disrespect.

Mark groans like he’s dying, his tongue instantly latching onto your slit like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. His nose bumps your clit and you roll your hips down on instinct, letting out a sharp gasp.

You grab his hair and yank his face deeper.

“Eat it,” you growl. “Like your fucking life depends on it.”

He moans — moans — like you just made his dreams come true. And from the way his tongue starts working? You’re starting to believe they were.

Long, slow licks. Then messy, filthy ones. Then sucks — greedy, unhinged, wet and loud.

You grind down on his face, using him like a toy — your toy — chasing your own high while he drowns in it like it’s an honor.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, nails digging into his scalp, pulling just enough to make him groan into you — the vibrations making your legs shake.

“God, look at you,” you breathe, throwing your head back. “You love this shit, don’t you?”

He tries to answer — can’t. You don’t let him. You just grind down harder, smothering him in wet, perfect darkness, the sound of your slick and his panting turning the room into a goddamn altar.

You roll your hips once—twice—And then you ride. Full motion. All control. No mercy.

It’s not sweet. It’s not careful. It’s the kind of face-sitting that turns into a spiritual event.

You’re moaning. Cursing. Saying his name like it’s both a praise and a warning. And he’s taking it all — tongue shaking, jaw straining, letting you fucking use him until your thighs clamp down around his ears and your back arches with a cry that echoes off the walls.

You come with your whole fucking body. Legs shaking. Fingers digging into his scalp. And he doesn’t stop. Not for a second. Not even when your thighs squeeze tight around his head like you want to break him in half.

You finally lift off him — dragging yourself off his soaked face with a shaky breath — and his mouth is still open, lips shiny, chest heaving.

He’s smiling. The sick little fuck is smiling.

You wipe your slick from his cheek with your fingers and slap his mouth lightly with them.

“You think I’m done with you?” He shakes his head. Begging. “Good.”

You move down his body — mount his hips like you own them — and reach back to line him up.

He’s hard as hell. Leaking. Desperate. His whole body shuddering like he’s already close.

You don’t care.

You sink down on him slow and deep, hips rolling as his hands shoot up. You slap them away. “No touching.”

He nods, frantic, hips twitching, already so close from everything you denied him.

You start to ride him — not smooth and sweet — but mean. Deep. Grounding your hips hard, using his body like it’s owed to you. Like he should thank you for every time you bottom out.

And he does.

“Thank you—fuck, thank you—don’t stop—don’t ever stop—”

You slam down harder. Faster. Your thighs slapping against him. His mouth falling open in pure, desperate awe.

“Say it,” you growl, voice ragged. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he gasps. “I’m yours, I’m so fucking yours, I belong to you—”

You grab his throat with one hand, pinning him to the mattress, and ride him until his voice breaks into nothing but wet, messy gasps.

“You flirt with anyone else again,” you whisper, “and I’ll ride your face right in front of them. Make you cry. Make them watch you beg while I use you.”

Mark moans like he’s dying.

“Please. Please ruin me. I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll let you do whatever you want—”

You slap him again. Not enough to really hurt. Just enough to remind him what happens when he runs his fucking mouth.

“You’re mine, Mark.”

And then you grind down one last time, burying him inside you, hips circling with perfect pressure — and he fucking loses it. Arching. Shaking. Coming so hard it punches the breath out of him.

His voice cracks like glass. His body jerks. And you don’t move. You sit there. Locked in place. Letting him ride the high while you smirk above him, unbothered.

When it’s over, he’s twitching. Tears in his eyes. Mouth open, totally fucking ruined.

You lean down, voice in his ear, soft and cold: “Good boy.”

[rinaizha]

mark got me so mf messed up, everything makes me think of that son of a bitch i am down soooo bad

[rinaizha]

Mark bazomkers

[rinaizha]

tired of pretending he wasn't hot

[rinaizha]

WHAT THE FUCKKK