#is getting mindlessly destroyed

[elodieunderglass]

This feels like a safe space to share that I really hate it in movies when they’re, like, crossing this wretched fuckoff gorge by a rope bridge and some jagoff cuts the bridge like - I do NOT want to even think about how much work and material and handcraft that was!! And then people had to install it as well!! Imagine how many commutes you’re fucking up! Stop destroying rope bridges assholes

[angelicangelz]

husband!ghost x wife!reader

NSFW- mdni- because this was requested!

You knew your husband had quite the history. Obviously he was in the military, a lieutenant nonetheless. Something he swore he’d do until he’d die- most likely out on the field.

He never meant to settle down. He was voted least likely to ever have a life outside the 141. So him telling the force he was getting married was a bigger shock to them than anything they’d experienced out.

He knew from the second he saw you that you’d change him. That he had to change to even get you to be near him. You were nothing if not an his perfect angel. He couldn’t ruin you like he had the others.

So you had never seen that wild, feral side of him. He had always been quite gentle and loving when it came to you. Flowers, holding hands, opening car doors. He got you everything you wanted.

He made love to you, had sex with you. But never did he really fuck you. Not like he used to anyways. You were his angel! His perfect angel didn’t want to be destroyed! Right?

“Want you to fuck me Si” you whisper breathlessly into his ear, and Simon feels the blood rush straight to his cock. “Fuck me like you used to”

Yes, he was surprised. But who was he to deny you? His angel! Only if you were a little more careful with what you wish for!

His touches quickly turned to gropes, squeezing your tits and waist and thighs and ripping your panties off instead of taking the time to slide them down your legs. There’s no time to take off your shirt and unclip your bra! He simply pulls your shirt up and lets your tits spill out of the cups.

The protection he was usually fond of? Forgotten. His fingers slip between your folds as if he had no time to spare. One, two, then three fingers plunging into your wet hole as his thumb rubs quick circles over your clit.

You feel a haze of pleasure well within you. Simon acted so quick, there was no time to adjust or even think. You mindlessly whine when he pulls his fingers out, and nearly choke when he shoves them into your mouth to taste yourself.

“Doin’ so well for me birdie”. “Ya like that? A good girl being treated like the true slut she is?”

You’re embarrassed at how wet it gets you. Your dear husband had never dared to speak to you like this. And though you enjoyed the praise, this was a whole different kind of hot all over.

You can’t even answer him before he shoves his fat cock inside you, his tip hitting your cervix. All you could do was whine and moan and drool around his fingers.

He comes before you do, something unusual but for some reason it only made everything more pleasing. His hot seed spills into you, and he comes so hard and so much it drips past his cock right back out of your pussy. Without warning you come too, back arching off the bed and toes curling.

You always loved your husband. But right now you were convinced you had found some new form of it. And all you could think of was the things you’d lure him into doing to you next.

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[lilacgaby]

katsuki wasn't an overprotective boyfriend type.

he believed that excessive rules in a relationship stemmed from insecurity, and insecurity is not something the future number one hero should suffer from.. at least excessively.

but a lot of his principles changed when you two got married and discussed boundaries. but all that was thrown out the window when you got pregnant and he discovered..

he was a bit of a helicopter husband.

and that was putting it lightly. you'd get a text every hour asking where you were. another text asking what you ate and encouraging you to eat more. a call every patrol where all he wanted was for you to put your belly close to the mic so he could speak to the baby, before he was usually interrupted by a villain. "sorry kid, wait up. gotta beat this extra into the ground-"

"who are you even talking to man?"

it got significantly worse when you'd been called in as support for a particularly dangerous uprising of villains.

forget morning sickness— he was going to throw up worrying about you.

against his orders though, he dragged you off into a cleared area, and sat you down on a beam from a destroyed building. he had to, ignoring your protests and the yells for him to stop and go assist other heroes, he genuinely couldn't focus with the thought of you in the back of his mind.

"stay here." he ordered, hands on his hips after he fixed and laid you down against the wall, ignoring your crossed arms and annoyed expression.

"it's literally my job to just stay back and assist. i don't get why i can't be over there in the radius of my quirk."

he let out a deep sigh, "they need you over there but i need you here. fuckin' safe and sound." he got down onto one knee to be eye-level with you.

"i know you want to fight, but can't you just get that it's different now?" his gloved hand found your stomach mindlessly, as if for emphasis. he gently rubbed around, like he was looking for the baby.

"you can't be mad at me for caring. i'd be an ass if i just let you stay there."

begrudgingly, you rolled your eyes and uncrossed your arms. well, more like he pulled them apart.

"not mad. more like.. mildly annoyed."

"mildly." he laughed under his breath, "you can be any level of upset. long as you keep your ass here." he got up, stretching his neck as he put his gear back on.

"don't you dare move, i'll be back as soon as i kill this dipshit."

"i thought you said no cursing around the baby."

he only shrugged. "eh, censorship is for nerds."

but even with all this, you couldn't get this man to admit he was overprotective. even as he sat across a interviewer, with them retelling the actions that he'd done that day, he held a neutral expression.

"i wouldn't call myself an overprotective anything. im just really fucking good at everything i do, so to some losers it might look like a lot."

"but aren't hourly calls a bit much..?"

"again. losers wouldn't get it."

type of guy to say "we're pregnant" instead of "she's pregnant".. helpppp

[tokoyamisstuff]

Random thought how good do you think each invincible variant would be at eating 😺 is there any of them who would be an actual munch

18+ explicit content

Sis, don't- it's not worth it...

Other variants under the cut!

Omnivincible is more skilled than most of them. I just feel like he's got a mature approach and wouldn't just mindlessly delve in like some horny teenager.

He'd take his sweet time, enjoying himself without necessarily wanting something in return. In general he takes great pride in causing you pleasure. Is also pretty creative. After all his strenght allows him to eat you out in positions you didn't even know were possible.

Thought you can only come once at a time? He'll prove you otherwise.

Movincihawk constantly brags about his 'superior technique' but at the bottom line he's not all that good at it, sorry.

It's not like he isn't skilled, but he's pretty selfish and impatient. Any kind of foreplay is not a priority for him in general, he likes to go straight to the point.

Fucks pretty well to make up for it though.

Sinister Mark acts like he's doing you a favor, but with how eager he buries himself between your legs it's evident to say he enjoys this as much - if not even more than - you.

This man pins your thighs apart and eats you out like a man starving. Your taste drives him fucking crazy, so yes it could happen that he bites down harder than he intended to.

Likes to eat you out on your period. No I will not elaborate.

Striped/Target Invincible is super vocal during the whole thing. His grunts and groans vibrate against your folds, he doesn't even notice the effect you have on him.

Hope you're ready for the whole range of dirty talk, mostly degrading but occasionally throwing in words of acknowledgement. Tells you how this is your place - beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Uses his fingers better than his tongue, but is fairly good at both. The combination will send you straight to heaven.

No Goggles Invincible is probably the biggest tease on the entire planet.

This man will push you to your absolute limits, reducing you to a whining, moaning, begging puddle of lust. But he's got no mercy, prolonging your sweet torture for as long as he can - you're only allowed to cum if he says you're done.

With him the thin line between pain and pleasure is blurred into a mixture of pure overstimulation, but goddamn it's worth it.

Viltrumite Mark isn't familiar with earth's customs of intimacy. In their culture, canonically, they solely have sex for procreation. Though we never saw Debbie complaining about Nolan either, so I'm confident he can learn.

Gets the hang of it pretty fast, and quickly grows insateable with this new form of closeness he never got to experience before. He's an absolute mess, almost breaking the bedframe as he pathetically humps the mattress, wanting more more more of you.

Needs lots of cuddles and to be told he did a good job afterwards, pretty please.

Prisoner Mark was in solitary confinement for over a year - prepare to be destroyed. R.I.P.

He'll dive in between your legs and won't leave this place until he's got his fill of you, which could take him a while so get cozy.

Not an inch of your body is left untouched, as if he intents to memorize every detail, just in case you'd slip from his grasp once again.

Be prepared to cum until your body gives up. Man's got to make up for the time he spent away from you.

Unmasked Mark is very gentle, almost cautious in his efforts as if you were a fragile flower one needed to properly care for or it'd wither. He still can't fully believe you're here with him, so he's extra anxious about doing something wrong.

You'll slowly and sensually be guided towards your orgasm, his eyes never leaving yours as he reverently observes your every reaction.

Expect some premium aftercare!

Fully Masked Invincible knows you inside and out, has memorized all the weak spots that make you sing for him. He is completely and utterly devoted to your pleasure, maybe even a little too eager in his efforts since he tends to forget himself in the process.

To him your body is a temple meant for worship, so you'd relentlessly get showered in praise and compliments while he explores your body.

Will initiate at every given opportunity, but never pushes it. He just wants to make you happy, really!

[dreamersparacosm]

jeon jungkook - bad intentions

warnings ; nsfw (18+!!!!!!), unprotected sex

prompt ; in which a TikTok edit sparks a desire to get absolutely destroyed by your boyfriend.

note ; hey… heyyyy *opens door* um idk what this is but I’m back with a new fandom and this random piece of writing. this is my formal request to join the bts fandom pls xoxo i promise im fun and can write hellish smut

It’s cruel that you live with someone as attractive as your boyfriend.

It’s even more evil that the world posts TikTok edits of your boyfriend to seductive songs that make your underwear soak through with arousal.

All this to say, you’re not really making your life any easier by watching every single one that stumbles across your For You Page.

You’ve been better. It was a slow Sunday: one where your boyfriend sits perched on your shared living room couch, mindlessly playing with his lip ring as he watches some Netflix show. It’s nice having him like this, all for you, in a space you two built for yourselves. But you, you’re in the bedroom, aimlessly scrolling through an app that has taken up more than enough of your time and perfectly curated content about your boyfriend and this silly little band he’s in.

But it’s when, and only when, you stumble across an edit of your boyfriend to a The Weeknd song, that you shoot up in your bed, blink rapidly, inhale a sharp breath. Your heart catches in your throat, does that stupid little flutter thing. And then.. the clench that follows down below. You replay it once, twice… a third time.

Don’t be weird. Do not be thirsty.

But, he is yours. That much, you do know.

You close the app, delete the page off your phone. It’s not like you two have a boring sex life, he takes care of you and you never feel dissatisfied. In fact it’s rather the opposite. This one time being two nights ago when he had your legs up on… never mind. You look at your black phone screen in disgust. Do not be a horny little freak.

Well, one last look at the edit won’t hurt.

You go back to the fan edit. Glance at it, slap your hand over your face, peek through your middle and ring finger. Fuck.

The arousal that had pooled before in your underwear was now a full-on ocean. Really, you should have more decorum than this. You don’t really want to bother Jungkook, he’s had a busy week with the boys… but it also has been two days since you two have had sex.

Fuck it.

You swing your legs off the bed, shuffle down the hallway of your apartment. You spot your boyfriend lounging on the couch, his back to you. Even from where you stand, you can see his build, his biceps.. Gosh. You sound like a hormonal teenage girl.

You creep up behind him, wrap your arms around his neck and press a few sloppy kisses down it. His hand flies up to caress your arm that’s hung around his neck, a little laugh leaving his mouth, “Well, hello to you too.”

You decide then and there in that moment: You’re going to die if you don’t have him. Maybe that’s a little dramatic, but you’ve lost all strength.

“Hi,” your voice is frail, weak even, as you kiss along his jaw. He sucks in a deep breaths, fingers drawing circles on your arm. His eyes are glued to the television screen like if he looks anywhere else, he might combust.

You detach your arms from around him, moving to the front, blocking his perfect view of the screen. He looks up at you with those doe eyes you love so damn much. One look at you and he gathers quickly there will be no more watching of television.

With little words, you straddle him, knees on either side of his thighs. Jungkook feels up your thighs, smirks a little, “What did I do to earn this right now?”

You are well aware of how needy and desperate you look right now, but that doesn’t matter. You let out a little sigh, pushing your lips onto his. For some reason, you feel like some little fangirl who is hooking up with her celebrity crush. The cold metal from his lip ring is a welcomed feeling, and you place your hands on his neck, feeling the structure and heat of his skin. God, you are going to cum just from this kiss if you keep it up.

Pulling away a little, you look into his eyes, “Nothing specifically… I just…”

You sigh, go back in to kissing him again. Those plump pink lips of his work against yours, shivers running down your spine as he runs his hands up and down your bare thighs. “Just what, baby?” He speaks in a low tone in between the incessant kissing.

“I’m so fucking horny,” You admit.

Upon the minute those words leave his mouth, you feel his cock begin to press against your inner thigh. You’ve got him right where you want him. And it’s not that this isn’t normal; it is. But you’ve essentially offered yourself up to him on a silver platter and the act of desperation you got going on right now is really doing it for him.

“Hmm?” He hums against your lips, his hands roaming underneath your shirt to trace your spine. And you could marry him right now for being so quick to go along with it. For not pushing you, for letting you set the pace.

You start to grind yourself down on him, the wetness soaking through your pajama shorts you have on. It is criminal how much you need this man inside of you, now. “What do you need from me, baby?” He starts to kiss down your neck as light whimpers exit your throat from the friction of your shorts on his grey sweatpants.

“N-nothing,” You exhale out. “Let me ride you.”

“Fuck.” He groans out.

“You need me that bad?” He brushes a strand of hair off your shoulder, kisses down your supple skin.

“Yes, please,” Your voice cracks. You can’t take it anymore; you think you might combust into a million little pieces.

“Well, go on, my love,” He removes his lips from your skin, smirks, sits back against the couch. “Have me.”

He does not need to tell you twice. There’s no time for pleasantries.

You move your legs off his, lower down his sweatpants enough for you to be able to access his boxers. Your shorts get abandoned next, leaving the underwear on; there’s not a single shred of a fuck left in you.

Jungkook is sat there, an amused look plastered on his face, mixed with a level of adoration you are not sure you have seen before. His arms have moved, now splayed out across the top of the couch, his biceps flexing. You straddle him again, remove his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers.

Fuck, if you weren’t so ready for him, you would’ve taken him into your mouth.. but your brain decides pretty quickly there’s no time to waste.

You push your panties to the side, rub your juices over his length. He lets out a little moan at that, watches you eagerly get ready to take him whole.

With a gasp, you align him to your entrance in search of relief. You engulf him, take him in inch by inch until you bottom out. Honestly, you could unravel just from that. “Holy fuck, baby,” His head falls back, eyes still glued to the sight of you fully taking him to the brim.

You never really do get used to how big he is; when you two first started dating, he stretched you out so wide you were certain you would never recover. Your bottom lip is sucked in between your top teeth, rushed exhales leaving your body as you slowly begin to move, begin to gyrate your hips and lift yourself up and down on his pulsing cock. “Oh my god,” You breathe out, hands moving to his broad chest, gripping onto him to steady yourself

He’s not doing much, besides just watching you in complete and utter awe, and yet that still takes your breath away.

“You look so unbelievably sexy right now,” He says, barely even realizing the words leave his mouth, since they were mostly meant for his inner thoughts. His hands come around to land on your hips, the pads of his fingers pressing into the bone. There will definitely be a bruise there tomorrow.

You lull your head back, close your eyes tight. It’s all you can do to try and keep yourself together. You’re an absolute mess right now; pussy squelching with each stroke, his cock a mix of yours and his arousal. The only sounds that can be heard in the apartment are the slapping of skin and the moans that continually leave both of your mouths. “[Y/N]…” He moans out. You look at him, deep in those eyes that you love so much.

And there’s such… desire on his face, his pupils blown wide, his jaw slack.

He’s so undeniably hungry for you, and it’s going to kill you.

You speed up your bounces, losing a little more control with each and every passing moment. Your arms snake around his neck, pull him even closer to you. “Fuck, I am so close,” You whisper out, mostly to calm yourself down.

“Yeah?” Is the only word he can muster right now. “Need you to cum for me. Want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

It is all so filthy — the sounds, the look he’s giving you, the way your nails are digging into the flesh of his neck and leaving marks. Your half-lidded eyes meet his, gaze dropping down to his lips. You press a few sloppy kisses on them.

“You like this, hmm?” he asks, fingers digging even deeper into your hip bones that you’re certain he is leaving an imprint on your skull. “Having me like this ready for you? Does that get you off?”

His words elicit a clench around his cock, your walls tightening around him. He is absolutely correct. He knows he’s hit the mark. “Talk to me.” His tone is soft but threatening.

“Y-yes, it does. Oh my god, Kook..” you can barely think, any singular thought beside how incredible his cock feels inside you, how you can feel him penetrate your stomach with his entire length. “I’m gonna cum.”

It’s so close, it’s teetering on the edge. Every nerve ending in your body craves him to a point where you wonder if you need to be institutionalized. All you can see is that stupid edit made by that fan flash across your head, your brain unable to comprehend that that is the man you currently have inside of you. “Cum for me, darling..” He coos.

It nearly wrecks you, this orgasm. It washes over your entire being and you’re so loud you’re certain your neighbors will come knocking down your door. Your bounces go from focused to frantic, hips gyrating wildly, and he wraps an arm around your entire waist, picking you up lightly. He begins thrusting into you at a shallow, quick pace, chasing after his own release. Jungkook lets out a few grunts, eyes trained on the sight in front of him; and then he shudders, his cock throbs inside of you, head falling onto your shoulder as he feels himself empty out inside of you. You’re struggling to catch your breath, gripping onto the hair at the nape of his neck.

���My god..” You breathe out. You’re still sitting on him, cock warm inside you as he lifts his head from your shoulder, meets your fucked-out face.

“Baby, that was so incredibly hot, you have no idea,” His face is flushed, hand reaching up to caress your cheek. You entwine your arms and legs around him, holding him close, drawing him deeper into you. You stay there, hearts pounding in unison, as if they're each trying to break free from your chests, desperate to draw nearer. And still, even in this perfect closeness, you long to feel him even closer.

“Mhmm,” You hum out, quite content with yourself. You press a soft kiss to his lips.

“So… care to share what made you jump my bones?” He teases, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Oh, nothing…” You act coy, but the heat creeps onto your face regardless. He pokes your side, eliciting a giggle from you that has you folding like origami.

“Maybe… just saw a little something on TikTok..” You trace circles on his collarbone, avoiding his gaze.

“Continue.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Some girl made an edit of you..” It’s low when it leaves your mouth, he can barely hear it. “Just wanted to remind myself I can have you.. whenever I like.”

You bury your face into his neck in sheer embarrassment, feeling warmth and the vibration as he chuckles. “You can have me whenever. I’m yours, baby.”

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[onlygarden]

[daddy's cock is all you need!] - lee heeseung, sim jaeyun

genre: smut

description: daddy kink, rough sex, dom heeseung, dom jake, stomach bulges, some harsh words but not quite degredation

a/n: it is almost five fucking a.m. but. i got smacked by the inspo to write this and how could i ever pass up the opportunity to write about getting pounded down. it was sudden inspo to write jake's, but i had previously written part of heeseung's, so i decided to finish it and combine the both of them in one post : D i hope u all enjoy it, took jungwon's cock out of my mouth just so i could write this

HEESEUNG ⟢ heeseung was thoroughly peeved when you found yourself drunk earlier in the evening. by any normal means, he found your silly drunken antics hilariously endearing, but there was a striking difference in you tonight. he brought you along to enjoy a meal with him and the other members, but the amount of alcohol you decided to gulp down mindlessly quickly began to show itself. the giggles that normally tickled all of his senses only grated sickeningly on his nerves; your loud banter and outlandish jokes continued to earn you admirous gazes from the other members, and heeseung’s tolerance scurried from his body before he could even attempt to gather his composure. 

the tension was immobilizing during the car ride home, and your feeble attempt to appease his temper even a fraction announced itself with a — “heeseung, i…” — and was quickly met and destroyed with an unyielding “shut the fuck up.”

his hand against the back of your head forced you to bury your face into the mattress, your desperate pants and stuttered moans hardly suppressed, and the sheets beneath you flooded with a steady stream of pitiful drool spilling from your mouth. heeseung was lodged inside of you, plunging into you rapidly, and the lavish squelches of your pussy warred with the sharp slaps of his pelvis against the plump flesh of your behind as both sounds mingled in the room.

the fury traveling rampant in his body made no stranger of itself, and his hand tightening carelessly in your hair as he rammed his cock furiously along the spongy patch of your pussy did nothing to disprove it. 

“you’re mine… you’re all mine, fuck baby…say it…” he demanded roughly, his hand yanking your head a few inches away from the bed as his grasp tightened to an alarmingly painful degree in your hair. 

in a miracle that you even manage to utter a syllable as heeseung bullies your wimpy, defenseless pussy uninhibitedly, a hardly spoken whine of “y-yours, hee!” tumbles from your lips. 

he raises his hand, smacking your ass with the utmost intention of leaving a harsh welt, he responds with a grunted, “what do you call me, sweet girl?” the pleasant description of you leaving his lips in such a condescending manner, it sounds more like he’s insulting you. 

“daddy! oh god, daddy!” 

a chuckle dances from his lips, a breathy moan quickly following, as he feels every fiber of himself completely enveloped by your sweet silk. 

“mmm… fuck, that’s right, baby,” his hand rains down on your ass as three swift spanks follow one after the other. 

“you’re sucking daddy’s cock in so good…” his delicious grunts only increased in volume as he reduced your body to pleasured mush. 

JAKE ⟢  “you’re dripping for daddy, aren’t you?” 

jake utters cruelly, the sentence leaving his lips as though it didn’t send another surge of arousal slopping out of you, forcing past the pathetic material of your thong. 

his fingers crawl deviously underneath the waistband of your thong, dragging the flooded mess of material down the trail of your legs. 

as a shiver racks gently through your body, a satiated smirk decorates your boyfriend’s face. 

“mhm, yea… you are. you’re so fucking…” he trails off as he sinks hurriedly into your warmth, the plush skin of your thighs pillowing around the unforgiving grip of his fingers. any other words he had for you would be proven in the way he fucks you, he thinks. 

his aching, hungry cock tears through you, splitting you open in a demonstration of pure, unquenchable need. he destroys your pitiful little pussy without a single fragment of hesitation in his mind. he’s taking care of you, the conditions of his ownership making themselves known with each movement of his hips, each peek of his cock under the flesh of your stomach. 

as the tears begin to crawl down your face, and his name begins to fall from your lips in a series of helpless whimpers, jake coos, squeezing your thighs harder as though he was comforting you, his eyes locked stubbornly onto yours. 

“it’s a lot, huh, baby? just keep taking it… yea, baby… just like that…”

the pleasure piles on rapidly, profusely, your stomach ignited until his cock is threatening to shatter each of your senses. you tap his shoulder insistently, urging him to pause, just for a moment. 

god, he’s not going to stop. how could he even muster a single intention of stopping, when he’s already so wrapped up in the indescribable ecstasy of your lustrously slush pussy...

“no, baby,” he starts, his voice husky and hushed. “i’m gonna fuck you how i want, and you’re gonna keep squeezing me, just like this…” 

as though he were intending to jeer at you for even suggesting something as repulsive as stopping, he marginally increases the pressure of his thrusts, the dizzying thumpthumpthump of his cock inside of you causing your whimpers to transform into tortured cries.

“d-daddy, please!”

you force a pathetic response out in a hurry, feeling like you have to speak quickly, otherwise your words would run silent due to the force of jake pounding into you and snatching the breath from your lungs.

jake only leans closer to you, his weight adding pressure to your body, pressing you more forcefully against the bed. “uh-uh, baby… good girls keep going when their daddy wants it…” he utters, his voice so deliciously gruff. 

the only thing your body manages to do is lie there and allow him to pursue his conquest of obliterating you, your throat tossing out whiny cries and squeals with each swift passing of his cock through your mushy insides. 

[lovetei]

TW: Violence, blood, dead bodies, implied massacre, tearing eyes and limbs out, offering, implied eating of demons, Mentions of drug

The first days of their fall was deadly, but not more than they are.

LUCIFER whose very existence redefines the meaning of power. Who sat on the head of a golden table inside an altar created just for him, who had every noble demons clawing at each other, plucking their eyes out, tearing their limbs apart as offering, hoping to please him.

MAMMON who sent chaos in the streets. No one left their houses for months. The streets are empty after her claimed everything he laid eyes on as his, and no one steps on what's his. Crows littered the blood red skies and when you take even a little peek out of your window, he who stands above everyone will find you and you'll meet his eyes, golden and glowing.

LEVIATHAN who turned the seas red. As soon as he arrived in Devildom, he walked mindlessly to the seas, avoiding everyone's eyes. No one saw him for months but fishermen claimed that they would hear gut wrenching cries from the ocean and anyone who would search for its sound will come back, without skin that is.

SATAN who destroyed a whole city. His body always covered with fresh blood that dripped every time he took a step, leaving a trail of beautiful crimson on the path he walks on. He sat on top the ruined throne of the previous avatar of wrath, watching as he made everyone in his turf fight for their worth.

ASMODEUS who went insane. His lust wasn't like drug, it was like poison. Unlike others who went into solidarity, he faced everyone. Faced them. By clawing at everyone's heads until their skin peeled off like paper, his scent trailing off him like a deadly mist that leaves it's victims nothing but skin and bones, nothing but ugliness.

BEELZEBUB who was merciful enough to lock himself up, under certain conditions that is. He spent his early days in the dark, every minutes, a demon dies in his hands. No matter how hard they crawled away, there's no getting out of his cell until you're nothing but bones.

BELPHEGOR who was calm. Sat on comfortable pile of dead bodies and bones. He looked down condescendingly at the people beneath, and with just a lazy blink of an eye, one by one, they fell unconscious and started walking to him by themselves, walking to their demise.

[babie-spectatortsu]

imagine trying to explain artifacts and artifact farming to people in teyvat in sagau.

disclaimer: idk if this is the most self-indulgent thing i've written but it probably is

they're wondering why you are constantly going to the same ruins, a bag full of goblets, crowns, flowers and feathers and hourglasses and whatever else. they keep wondering why you are constantly giving them to them. they keep wondering why they see you mindlessly tapping on the air, then whining because 'it all went into flat HP', then carelessly throwing the precious artifacts away. so... strange.

the artifacts you give them don't look any different from eachother, but they can sense the improvements as you replace the crown on their heads with a different one, can feel themselves getting stronger, can feel their hits landing more precisely and striking stronger, can feel themselves regain their own energy quicker and quicker.

childe, in particular, is someone who seeks your presence. he'd been going to these broken-down ruins so far away from his homeland and destroying every creature within his way in the domain, just so he can find out what it is that you do. he'd grab the fallen plumes and cups, but he can't sense any improvements, unlike the ones you provide him. must be because of your own blessings, then.

on the bright side, he does lessen your workload a tad. its extra farming that you don't have to do yourself, childe just comes to you and asks you to enhance the pieces he'd get. sometimes it turns out good, sometimes it doesn't. you'd tell him how the results come out, and childe finds out it rolls badly more often than not, and he comes to realize that this is awfully repetitive and frustrating, and that killing the same weak beasts everyday in a few seconds for no worthy results is annoying --... but he begins to admire the lengths you are willing to go for for the sake of strength, appreciates how much you would do for the slightest improvements in power, for him, and for everyone else.

[lexiputellas]

Fruit from the Poisoned Tree - From the Broken Vows series

You are in the bathtub, drinking wine like your life isn’t actively falling apart.

You’re a little drunk.

No, a lot drunk.

Drunk enough that the warm water feels like an emotional support blanket, like if you just sink a little deeper, let the wine hit a little harder, maybe—just maybe—you won’t feel like your entire existence is circling the drain.

Iris and Nora are with Alexia tonight.

It’s strange—how silence can feel heavier than noise, how an empty house can press down on your chest more than the chaos ever did. You should be grateful for the break, for the uninterrupted moment to yourself, but the stillness isn’t comforting. It’s suffocating.

You could go out. Call Evelyn. Pretend you’re 26 again. Stumble into some club, let some stranger press their hands on your waist, let yourself feel wanted for a few hours.

Maybe you should.

Maybe next time, that’s exactly what you’ll do.

But for now—this? This is enough.

You swipe mindlessly through Instagram, the glow of the screen blurring slightly in your wine-drenched vision, until a thought slams into you like a head-on collision.

Eva.

You’ve been so consumed with everything else—taking care of the kids, surviving this never-ending shitstorm, trying not to completely lose it—that you never stopped to wonder:

What does she look like?

Is she pretty? Prettier than you?

Surely not.

But still—you need to see.

You go to Alexia’s profile, pull up her following list, and type: Eva.

Nothing.

Okay, at least she’s a little smart.

You try Jana’s.

Nothing.

Barcelona’s official account?

Still nothing.

For fuck’s sake. You are finding this woman.

Your fingers fly across the screen, jumping from profile to profile like some deranged detective, spiraling through mutuals and tagged photos until—there.

Eva. Doctor. Sports Medicine Specialist.

More like a homewrecking specialist.

Her profile is open.

Thank god. You really do thank god, because if you had to call Evelyn and get her to follow Eva just to gain access, you’d rather set yourself on fire. Not that Evelyn wouldn’t do it—she’d probably be thrilled—but you do not have the patience for her dramatics tonight.

Your stomach twists as you scroll.

She’s… pretty.

Not model-gorgeous, not someone who’d stop traffic or get cast in a perfume ad. Just… normal pretty. The kind of woman you’d see at a café and not think twice about—until she opens her mouth and destroys your family.

Her smile is wide, her hair is pretty. There are pictures of her with dogs. Pictures of her on vacation, laughing with friends.

Just a normal, pretty woman who fucked your wife.

Fucking. Bitch.

You sink lower into the bath, scowling at your phone. It’s not that you don’t think you’re attractive—you know you are—but you were at least hoping she’d be ugly. Just a little. Some weird nose, bad teeth, anything.

Instead, you’re staring at someone so average it makes you want to scream.

How the fuck does she sleep at night?

You like her most recent picture.

Let her see it. Let her feel the chill creep up her spine when she notices your name. Let her wonder what the fuck is going through your head.

Your pulse is still pounding when a new thought slithers into your wine-soaked brain.

Ellison.

Nora’s coach.

Why the hell are you thinking about her?

Maybe because she’s new. Maybe because she’s kind of cute.

You shake your head, scoffing at yourself, but your fingers are already moving.

Where do you even look? Nora’s team Instagram?

Bingo.

Ellie Mercer.

Former player. U.S. National Team.

Huh. So she actually had a career.

Her account is private.

Not all is a win.

You hit request follow anyway, the little requested button practically mocking you.

Are you insane?

Yes.

You should put your phone down. You should get out of the tub, wrap yourself in a towel, drink some water—maybe stop acting like a woman on the brink of a

Instead, you sit there, half-daring, half-dreading the possibility that Ellie Mercer might accept your request right now.

Wouldn’t that be something?

One tap and you could see everything.

What does she even post? Gym selfies? Some motivational bullshit about hard work and determination?

Does she have someone? A girlfriend? A wife?

Why the fuck does that thought make your stomach twist?

God, you need to get a grip.

But you’re not ready to let it go.

So you keep scrolling.

It’s stupid.

And then you see it.

Posted just a few hours ago.

A picture.

Alexia.

And it’s bad. The kind of bad that makes your breath catch in your throat, that makes your fingers tighten on your phone like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

She looks too good—perfect, radiant, like something out of a fever dream. The tight lines of her body, the way her hair falls loose and messy around her shoulders, like she’s barely trying.

Heat unfurls low in your stomach, curling between your legs. Your entire body reacts before your mind can catch up.

Your fingers hover over the screen. You should stop. You could keep scrolling. You should keep scrolling.

But you don’t.

You let yourself look, let the image burn itself into your mind. You let your breath stutter and your chest tighten as your body responds the way it always does when it comes to her.

Heat licks up your spine, sinking deeper, lower, twisting through you in that familiar, treacherous way. You shift in the water, your thighs pressing together, a low ache starting to pulse through you.

Fuck her.

Fuck her for still doing this to you.

Your fingers twitch against the screen. You know exactly where this is going.

You shouldn’t.

You really, really shouldn’t.

But you do.

Your free hand slips beneath the water, finding the warmth there—nothing compared to the heat burning through you now. Your skin is already too sensitive, your pulse erratic, your breath uneven as your hand moves lower, searching for release.

God, you hate her. You hate how effortlessly she still owns you. How, even after everything, your body betrays you the second it remembers what she feels like.

You squeeze your eyes shut, but it only makes things worse.

She’s there. Right there.

Alexia, her body pressed up against yours, her hands sliding over your skin, her mouth hot and insistent against your neck. You can almost hear her—low, rough, that voice that used to make you shiver. The way she’d whisper things in your ear that would make your knees weak.

You suck in a breath, your back arching slightly, heat curling tighter in your core.

It’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

Your phone slips from your hand, nearly falling into the water. You catch it just in time, your fingers trembling as you swipe out of Instagram, heart pounding, skin flushed.

You know exactly where to go.

You open your hidden folder, scroll past the photos and videos you swore you’d never look at again, not after everything.

And then you find it.

A video.

The screen flickers to life, grainy at first, then sharpening into devastating clarity.

Dim lighting. Messy sheets. And there she is.

Alexia, on top of you, hair falling around her face, her pupils blown wide, her body moving against yours in a way that sends a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

“Hold it steady,” she murmurs, and in the video, your laugh is breathless, shaky, already wrecked.

“I am,” you whisper back, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Alexia smirks, that familiar, devastating smirk that always made your stomach drop. “No, you’re not.”

Then—her mouth.

A whimper escapes your lips, your hand moving faster beneath the water, chasing the pleasure that’s already starting to slip away from you.

On the screen, Alexia moves with purpose, her hands sliding down your body, her mouth trailing heat along your skin. You can hear your own voice through the speakers, shaky and desperate.

“Ale…”

She hums, low and indulgent. “I got you.”

Your breathing stutters, your back arching as the memory of her—of her mouth on your skin, her hands spreading over your waist—makes the heat in your body burn brighter, sharper.

The video plays on—Alexia’s mouth moving lower, teasing, taking her time. You remember exactly how it felt, the press of her lips, the way she looked up at you through her lashes, her eyes dark with intent.

Your hand moves faster, your hips shifting involuntarily in the water as the pressure builds and builds, heat twisting tighter inside you.

You’re so close—

And then your phone rings.

Loud. Abrupt. Horribly timed.

You flinch, the sound of it shocking you out of the haze you were in. The video cuts off, the screen flickering—Alexia’s face disappearing and reappearing, this time in a way that makes your stomach lurch.

It’s her.

Her name flashing on your screen.

You freeze.

Heat vanishes in an instant, replaced by a sharp jolt of adrenaline. The video is still playing, but it might as well be a distant echo now, drowned out by the insistent ringing.

Your heart pounds as you fumble with your phone, fingers wet and shaky as you see her name again.

Alexia.

The universe is fucking with you. It has to be.

You hesitate, chest still heaving, your body still throbbing from what you were just doing. You could ignore it. You should.

But then—the kids.

Your hand shakes as you wipe it on the edge of the tub, taking a deep, unsteady breath before you swipe to answer.

“…Hello?”

There’s a pause.

Then, her voice.

Low. Familiar. Still so fucking effortless.

“The girls are sleeping.”

You blink, trying to pull yourself back, trying to will the heat from your body, but it’s impossible. Alexia exhales softly on the other end of the line, and you hear the faint rustle of fabric, the distant hum of something in the background—maybe the TV, maybe the quiet of her place.

You press your knees to your chest, struggling to make your voice sound normal. “Okay.”

There’s a beat too long. You can feel her waiting, hanging on the silence.

You don’t fill it.

“Just thought you’d wanna know,” she says, smooth and casual, like she didn’t just ruin you a minute ago without even knowing.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Your voice is rough, your throat dry. You clear it quickly, reaching for your wine glass with shaking fingers, needing something—anything—to ground yourself.

Alexia hums softly. Then—“What are you doing?”

You almost choke.

There’s no way she knows. No way.

You force out a laugh, too light, too dismissive. “Nothing.”

Silence. You can picture her now—head tilted, brow slightly furrowed, trying to figure you out.

Like she still knows you.

You shift in the water, the coolness seeping into your skin, making the heat of the moment feel more distant. You set your glass down, pulling the towel closer. “Did you need something else?”

Another quiet breath. It’s impossible to tell if she’s tired or if it’s something else entirely.

“No,” she says eventually. “That’s it.”

“Okay.”

You expect her to hang up.

She doesn’t.

You wait, your fingers gripping the towel so tightly your knuckles ache.

“Good night,” she says, softer this time.

You close your eyes, exhaling slowly.

"Night.”

A beat. Then the line goes dead.

You let your phone slip from your fingers, dropping it onto the bath mat. You stare blankly at the ceiling, your heart still racing, your body still trembling.

The bathwater is cool now, the video paused, mocking you from the dim glow of your phone screen.

And then—another notification.

Ellie Mercer accepted your follow request.

Ellie Mercer followed you back

You don’t open her profile. Not yet. You barely even finish the thought—because another notification slides in before you can process it.

From Alexia.

A picture.

You click it without thinking.

And suddenly, everything stills.

Iris curled up on her side, a fist tucked beneath her cheek. Nora beside her, arms flung wide, one leg dangling off the bed like she collapsed mid-chaos. The soft nightlight glows faintly in the corner, casting golden shadows across their sleeping faces.

No caption. No words. Just this.

Your heart clenches so sharply it’s almost physical.

You stare for a long time. The screen dims once, then brightens again under your touch.

Your fingers move before you can stop them. They look so peaceful, you type.

You set your phone face-down on the floor, lean your head back against the edge of the tub, and close your eyes.

You don’t know what the hell you’re doing.

But the ache inside you hasn’t gone anywhere.

It’s still there.

Still sharp.

Still growing.

And it’s not stopping anytime soon.

[stareiiez]

You're Mine, Now and Forever

notes: first actually long fic for this fandom, and its giving a slow start. don't worry! it gets better from here. also idk how I feel about this style of writing, it feels off. idk.

warnings: MINORS DNI.

words :3.3k

chapter two

You don't know how it happened, or how much time passed when the first scream ripped through the air and the first bloody body collided with your frantic driving on the express lane outta town. After all, it was just supposed to be like any other day, with you spending your time at work during a slow hour; organizing and reorganizing dresses for what felt like the nth time that hour just so you looked productive. Pop music filtered slowly through the store's speakers and you hummed to the few lines you knew of Chappel Roan's new hit song. The two customers milling around the clearance section chatted to another one of your coworkers across the store, and your manager was at the cash register, scrolling through logs of ordered clothing items to make sure they were in stock in the store's catalogs.

It was a boring day. A lunch break was the motivation for you to continue mindlessly nitpicking at full clothing racks when the first explosion shook the very building. The music stuttered glitching just to accompany the flickering overhead flourescent lights. Then another explosion follows soon after, a deep heavy boom that sinks into the soles of your shoes and rockets up your spinal cord to shake your back molars. Your mouth wants to open, to ask the obvious ' What the fuck was that?" out loud like every stereotypical blonde that questions the bloody scream they heard in the middle of the night in every 90's horror movie. But the chorus of screams and chaos answers your inner thoughts instead. Screams of fleeing citizens running away from whatever danger caused the very ground to shake, and smoke to plume into clouds upwards.

"Stay back, " your manager barks to you and three other women who cower together in a small huddle. She walks towards the still rattling glass doors of the store. A shared fear decorates your faces as you all watch with bated breath; the two sets of wide doors swing open, and your manager steps out into the chaotic mass of running bodies that swarm past her.

Horror paints her face when she sees the source of the destruction. Her head is tilted backward and jaw slack, her amber eyes the size of marbles, she's rooted to the spot. You're surprised she's not knocked off her small feet with every push and shove she endures. "Oh my god." Your ears strain, eyes focused on the way her mouth moves over each syllable with a slow, shocked pace. You're not blessed with reading lips, but you'd like to think that adrenaline fuels your brain enough to make out the word 'Invincible' before the ground shakes again.

This time, the destruction targets your building particularly. One second you're standing and the next, you're knocked on your ass washed away in a wave of shattered glass and minuscule pieces of asphalt and rubble that spray into your vicinity. The outside world, once muffled by plexiglass, screams with sirens, and people running for their lives berate your ringing eardrums. Your front doors are destroyed and buried under brick-and-mortar rubble. Severed limbs stick out this way and at odd angles from the tight crevices of drywall and insulation. The dust makes your eyes water, and you choke on a scream that squeezes your throat something fierce. You like to think you're not consumed by the panic and the trauma of watching your manager and several others get crushed to death in a matter of seconds because Mark has gone off the deep end.

"Come on!" Your coworker's words bark at you. Suddenly she's at your side, in your shocked haze, she managed to be the functioning one out of the rest of your group. Her hands grab onto your forearm and yank all your dead weight to your feet. "We need to leave! I don't want to die here!" Her free hand holds onto the sobbing customer, the other woman accompanying her is missing. Surely buried under the rubble that caved in one corner of the dress store, maybe she was one of the hands that was reaching out from the concrete bloody mess. The thought makes you want to stop and vomit, your stomach curdles with how much stress and adrenaline swarms through your body in nauseating waves.

You follow her, not like you had a choice, she's pulling your trio towards the back of the store and the emergency exit. Her breaths are ragged and half-sputtering between prayers to some god she believes in that your only exit isn't blocked off either. "Stay here, I need to get the keys in the office." Your coworker says, dropping both of your hands. Her face is an ashy pale gray when she turns to give both you and the other woman a once over, checking to see if you're all in one piece and able-bodied enough to book it once she gets the door open. You must look just like her, the expression of unrestrained fear and cement particles dusting your face. Small streaks of blood trickle down your temples and nose bridge, thanks to the shards of plexiglass that rained over you in the third explosion.

You nod, swallowing down acidic bile that bubbles at the back of your throat. Your eyes linger on her small back when she makes a mad dash to the small back office down the hall. When she disappears from your line of sight, your phone vibrates in your pocket. It makes you jump right out of your ashen grey skin. The woman beside you startles as well, her hand clutching at her heart. "Sorry," you manage to whisper, while your hands scramble to the right back pocket of your jeans to dig out your phone. The now cracked touch screen illuminates too brightly, shining a picture of you and Mark Grayson posed in a goofy pose. Your fingers poised in a 'peace' sign, while the male was peeking out from behind your shoulder with his two pointer fingers raised above either side of your head. Your twin smiles look so carefree in the saved contact picture you have of him.

Your thumb taps on the green answer button, and you raise the phone to your ear. Mark's out-of-breath panting sends chills down your spine in some sickly worrisome way. Your name barks through the speaker of the phone, the continuous screams make it almost hard to hear him. "Mark? Mark, what's going on? " You don't even question why the hell he's calling in the first place, isn't he the supposed one murdering and tearing down the city? Isn't that why the people screaming his superhero name saw him wreak havoc?

"No time! Please tell me you're safe. ." a pause, his ragged inhale makes your heart squeeze in time with your clammy palm gripping the phone tighter to your ear. "Please."

"I'm fine." You copy his pause, brows wrinkle in thought. You know you're lying, you're not fine. You're dazed and confused, shaking in your sleek shoes. Your legs are unsteady and becoming more and more unstable, the comedown from adrenaline is going to be a fickle bitch that'll do you in if whatever happening outside doesn't kill you first. "I'm still at work, I'm waiting for the door to get unlocked as fast as it can be."

Even through the grey background noise on the other side of the line, Mark's sigh crackles through the call. You could picture his shoulders just dropping the tiniest inch in relief, that a loved one of his hadn't been hurt or god forbid, even slaughtered mercilessly in the devastation that had been going on. "You need to get out of here." His voice urges, tensely.

"Mark-"

"I'm serious!" His tone jumps, he's barking. Halfway yelling, and you flinch. The woman at your side reacts by recoiling, both of your nerves bouncing off one another like electrons bouncing off the walls of an atom. "You need to get the fuck out of here, find a car-- any car. Don't even think about hiding, you need to drive as far as you can outta here. You hear me?"

You swallow dryly, fingers squeezing tighter. Blood rushes in your ears, you know you can't argue. There's no way to get information outta him now, not when his words are clipped, whatever is happening outside is far more important and drastic than arguing with his girlfriend who's too stubborn to flee for her life without asking stupid questions. You're smarter than that, and he knows it. He's lost far too many things, and gone through too many traumatizing situations than to waste time and not save the people he loves. Your eyes close briefly, counting to three in your whirling hellscape of a mind. You nod like he can even see you. You can sense it's different now. This isn't some closed-off fight between Nolan and his son that trying to stand up to him and not ' ready the Earth' for the viltrumites to come. This is far more scarier, it's drastic and life-shattering. "What about you? People are screaming Invincible is causing this."

"Don't worry about me." Mark says, his tone more gentle than before, "Just run, I can handle them and if anything happens to me? Just know I love you, okay?"

Your breath hitches. You hate how that sounds; you hate the confession on his lips. It sounds more like a goodbye than him admitting his affection for you like he does every day so casually. It feels heavier on your heart, it rattles your bones, and the tidal wave of curdling bile in your stomach roars into a tsunami. You need to vomit. You need to yell at Mark and tell him to not talk like that. You want to tell him that whatever is happening outside can be handled by the two of you together, even if you don't have any powers. Yet, before you can even voice any of those options over the phone, the call ends with a sharp click. You don't know tears are dotting your waterline till you blink so rapidly that a few salty drops cut trails down your ashy cheeks. Gray water stains the front of your shirt, and your phone lowers from your ear. Your grip is loose on the device.

"Got them!" Your coworker calls out, jogging back to you and the other woman; the jangling keys clenched tight in her fist. You don't know if it adds to the hurt your heart is already holding onto when she doesn't acknowledge the distraught on your face. She's more focused on jamming one of the silver keys in the keyhole and twisting it to the right, the satisfying click and rough opening of the door rings in your muffled ears.

The woman shoves past the two of you without hesitation, making a break for it as fast as her forty-five-year-old bones can carry her. She won't make it far, she barely would last surviving running around the bend of the building before the crowd of citizens tramples her half to death in their need to live another minute longer. Any man for themself is a fickle bitch. Your head turns to your coworker as you follow suit, breaking into a jog. She's already following behind, her pace a lot faster. "Stay safe." You call to her when she breezes past. Her silhouette disappears when she blends into the waves of people, fighting against the current so she can get to some sort of safety before she gets crushed to death herself. Her kindness, her stupid jokes, and her natural leadership are all you're going to have to remember her by; if you live long enough to even see her again.

You run a different path, following the makeshift alleyway that's half crumpled down and now smaller in size, your shoes threaten to trip on jutting-out stone and rebar when you traverse too fast. Your heart thuds faster in your chest, brain running a million miles an hour on how to keep yourself from running further and further away from the manic crowds. Alley water splashes at your ankles, sinks into your shoes, and makes your socks stick to your soles. You cringe inwardly, pumping your legs harder till you too start to run. The small alley breaks out into wide open space, and sunlight and smokey skies greet your frazzled complexion. Crashed cars and abandoned vehicles greet you immediately, some are still smoking and burning. Hot oil and melted rubber don't do anything to quell the queasiness you've been fighting this entire day, but there's no stopping now.

Now, you have to leave. No matter who Invincible knock-off is causing this; they'll be busy fighting off Mark and his team. You run along the cracked sidewalk, eyes sweeping over the conditions of the vehicles.

The lessening of people crying for help is eery, the whole city should be shouting from the tops of their lungs. It's like everyone got wiped out in a matter of seconds, or on a lighter note, they're all hiding and being as quiet as possible so they don't die next. You expected to see clogged highways and people running along the highways seeking freedom, instead, there are only deserted streets and cars tipped over on their sides that you brush past in your search for a ride.

Finally, you spot a buggy. A cute little Volkswagon with dents decorating its doors, and still running. Its engine is the loudest thing in the pin-drop silence, even compared to your sneakers pounding on the pavement. You know it's stupid to take the bait, that some conveniently placed car is here while you were in the middle of your search. You like to think you're better than the dumb female lead of a horror movie, that falls for every trick and ploy the killer lays out for her; but you're desperate. You need to fulfill Mark's wish, that you get the fuck out here and run as far as you can. The leather seat squeaks under your weight when you throw yourself inside the car and shut the door behind you. The car's radio crackles with dead static over its speakers, it sends chills up your spine and only adds to the apocalyptic atmosphere your once-busy city has been subjected to.

You're a walking target. The last survivor of your bug colony that trying to outrun the burning magnifying glass held above your head by some sadistic fucking toddler. The realistic side of things is, that you won't live to see the outskirts of the city before the Invincible knockoff crushes you and your car into smithereens. It'll be quick and painless, but you would hate to be another headstone in a graveyard that your family and Mark would have to visit. That's if they can separate your body from twisted metal and leather. With bated breath, you shift the car from park into drive and slam your foot down onto the gas. Clammy hands clench the wheel when you speed down the streets. You weren't prepped to see the mass destruction that greets you with every twist and turn you made. Bodies littered the streets, some in one piece, others most likely ripped into multiple pieces and scattered over the road and sidewalks. Collapsed buildings and homes make you swerve and splash puddles of oil and blood on the car's exterior. Your tires have run over a body part or more not to crash; the squish of flesh being flattened unnaturally is unmistakable in your ears.

"This is so fucked." You whisper under the roar of your pounding heartbeat. The city limit sign seems to grow closer and closer to you once you hit the wide-open highway. The drive through the rest of the city was thankfully quick, and you still were alive and unharmed. It's a miracle.

Your hope swells and stirs in the pit of your stomach like acid-covered butterflies, you're going to make it. You're going to make it! The delirious bubble of laughter peels from your parched throat, you can't help it. However, that laughter dies just as fast as it came. Just when you were going to pass that beloved city limit sign that seems just in arms reach now, your car hits the dark blue blur that launches itself in front of you. Your foot doesn't react quickly enough to hit the brake, but somehow you're violently stopped. Your chest hits the steering wheel, forehead threatening to follow suit if it wasn't for the seatbelt yanking you back just in time to save you from a concussion.

"Well, and who do we have here?" A male voice speaks out, way too calm for your own disorientated liking. "Hey pretty girl, didn't know if I'd see you again."

Again?!

You blink quickly, as a hand rubs at your bruising chest. In front of you, is . . Invincible. His color scheme is the same, black and blue, but he looks different. His ears stick out, and his hair is hidden away by his suit. His smile which you thought was charming and shy, is replaced with a sick stretched look. He bares all of his white teeth at you like a predator intimidating its prey. In your heart you know this isn't your Mark, it can't be. Not with the way he doesn't move a single centimeter of his body, he doesn't even look like he's breathing. The man is so quiet like he's waiting for you to freak out or scream, yet you disappoint him when you don't do either option. Boring, all you do is stare at him. Jaw slightly slacked, brain whirring a million microseconds a minute. His smile, however, doesn't waver. No, not at all; of course his pretty girl has always been smarter than any bimbo bitch that cried out when he flew through their bodies and ripped them to shreds in his hands.

It's what he loves- - no, it's what he was obsessed over back in his world. It was a shame you didn't last long in his care, and now it's like a higher being is rewarding him for his hard work here in your world to plant you in front of him so suddenly. He's glad the others didn't get to you first, who knows who he would have had to kill off his variants to get to you. He rounds to the side of the car so smoothly, your eyes watching his every step. A hand smacks down on the roof of the car, adding to the multitude of dents to its being. His other hand grips the handle of the driver's side door and pulls it off as easily as peeling off a sticker from its page.

He bends at the waist, his face invading your space far too close to your liking. He can smell the waves of fear and the new spike of adrenaline leaking from every pore of your body. Your natural scent mixed in is an addicting concoction that he never seemed to get enough of, you smell the same. You look just like the one in his home world. He hit the jackpot. You flinch at his movements, leaning far back in your car seat.

"Who are you?" Fuck you sound just like her. Your voice exhales so quietly, warmed breath fanning over the lower part of his face. Delicious.

The Invincible doesn't respond, doesn't even emote as much as that smile you start to grow unnerved of. It's unnatural, just like this entire day. Just like you don't know what the fuck even happened to get you to where you are now, staring in the face of a clone of your beloved Invincible.

[hees-mine]

DESTROYED - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warnings: smut, rough, unprotected sex, finger sucking, cum eating, blowjob, cursing, crying, dirty talk, degrading, fully consensual, heeseung is mean calls reader whore, slut, bitch, so if you’re (for lack of a better word) sensitive, please proceed with caution.

Genre: 18+, smut, Minors do not interact!

WC: 3,327k

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"What the fuck are you staring at?" A male voice says in your direction, but you're far too entranced to notice anyone speaking to you.

Until the person and the voice get closer and closer to you. "I said, what are you fucking staring at?" He slams his palms down on your table, startling you and making you flinch as his large figure looms over your trembling one. 

You suck in a breath, barely able to breathe because he is so close to you. You have never been this close to him ever.

Well, only in your dreams.

In your dreams, where you and him were together.

"I-" you nearly short circuit trying to come up with an answer as his warm fans across your flushed face.

"Come on, I don't got all fucking day," he whispered to you and you only.

You were both in the back of the library, and it was just the two of you, but he still kept his voice low.

"Y-you, I w-was looking at you." You decided to tell the truth, gulping nervously as you shifted in your seat. You may or may not have stayed in the library a little longer just so you could stare at him from time to time.

"Why?" He grips the collar of your shirt, yanking you closer to him, his face just inches away from you, and your breath gets caught in your throat.

You can't help but stare at his lips, completely mesmerized by him despite the strong hold he has you in.

The closeness and the scent of his cologne made you feel weak in the knees, and you let out an involuntary whimper. "Hee-" you whine as his grip on your shirt tightens.

"What's wrong with you? Can you not speak?" He insults you, but it goes in one ear and out the other as you get lost in his angry gaze. "Maybe I can help." he lets go of your wrinkled collar and roughly cups your cheek, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip downward. Now, maybe you can utter more than two fucking words.

But you don't, and your brain is on autopilot as you let your intrusive thoughts win and mindlessly suck his thumb into your mouth.

His breath gets caught in his throat from your sudden, unexpected action. 

"Hmm," you hum, sucking on his thumb and looking up at him with the most innocent look you could muster.

A knowing smirk reaches the side of his mouth. "So that's why you were staring. You wanna fuck me, is that it?" He cocks his brow, looking at your pathetic face. You're drooling around his thumb, your thighs squeezing together as you moan shamelessly in the back of the library.

You nod rapidly, too far gone to answer him properly. You wanted him for way more than sex, but the arousal coursing through you was stopping you from speaking your mind clearly.

"Yeah?" He chuckles, pressing his thumb on the back of your tongue, causing you to gag and release his thumb. "If you were that desperate for my dick, you could have just asked instead of staring like a fucking weirdo."

You shied away from feeling embarrassed by his words.

He tilts your head up, forcing you to stare at him in the eyes. "Come on then, if you want to act like a fucking slut I'll fuck you like one, too" he forcefully grips your wrist, dragging you out of your seat and pulling you with him to the nearest empty classroom.

You follow closely behind him through the school halls, and he shuts the door once he finds a quiet and secluded classroom. "Get on your knees," he commands you right away, and you don't let a second pass before you're at his feet like a puppy waiting to obey his every order. "Fucking shameless," he whispers to himself and unbuckles his belt. 

Your heart races with anticipation cause you imagined what his cock looked like every night as you humped your pillows to the thought of him, and now you were finally about to see the real thing.

"Actually," he stops midway from unbuttoning his jeans. "You do it." Your tiny hands fly to unfasten his pants, and he can't help but smile in amusement at how desperate you look.

Your hands were shaking as you popped open his button and pulled down his zipper.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to give you his approval.

"Don't just sit there. Take them off," he says sternly, and you immediately pull the material down his legs.

You unsurely put your hands on the waist of his boxers, and he rolls his eyes. "Those too, come on, don't act all innocent like you don't know what to do when you were literally just sucking on my thumb in public like a needy fucking whore”

You take all his condescending comments without saying a word back cause all you want to do is please him.

Pulling down his boxers, you're met with his soft cock, and your eyes gleam in amazement. He was everything you had ever imagined and more. "Think you can make me hard?" He chuckles and folds his arms over his chest.

He didn't have any interest in you whatsoever, which hints why he's not even the slightest bit hard, but since you were bold enough to suck his thumb in a public library, he figured he might as well give you a chance. It's not every day he has a girl desperate enough to beg him to fuck.

His expectations of your blow job skills were on a scale of one to ten.

Minus zero.

But when you didn't give him a reply and started sucking his whole soft shaft in your mouth, he was proven oh so wrong. "Fuck!" His body lurched forward from the sudden sensation of your wet warm mouth enveloping his dick.

You hum, pleased with the reaction that you got from him, and he quickly regained his composure, putting his hardened exterior back on.

The more you sucked him off, the bigger you felt him grow in your mouth. He was now rock hard, twitching in your mouth as you struggled to fit it all in once he was fully erect.

"That's right, gag on it, you filthy fucking whore” he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed you all the way down on his dick till he was buried in your clenching throat. "So tight." You gripped his thighs, squeezing them to ask for a breather, but he didn't stop. "You're okay," he laughed and kept you in your place, bucking his hips and using your throat to get himself off.

You were choking and gagging on him. Saliva was dripping down his shaft and soaking his tight balls as you clenched around him continuously. "Oh yeah, taking it like a real fucking slut” he groans, his hips bucking faster while he fucks your face. The sound of you choking on cock was literally music to his ears.

You let him use your mouth for his own pleasure despite feeling lightheaded and out of breath. You loved hearing him moaning for you. You loved the fact that you were the one that was making him feel good.

"Fuck you're such a nasty little whore. Look at you enjoying getting your throat fucked” he feels the familiar twitch of his cock and finally pulls out, giving you a much-needed breather. "Jerk me off. I wanna cum on your face," he says breathlessly.

You grip his base pumping his cock that is slick with your saliva while you catch your breath. "Hee," you moan, your lips pursed and swollen as you kiss his tip, licking the salty precum clean off. 

"Cumming” he leans back to grip the desk that was behind him as warm squirts of his cum spilled all over your face.

You flinched as you felt the first rope hitting your face. "Stay still" he grabbed the back of your head, holding you still until he was finished covering your face in his pearly white cum. "There you go" he leaned forward from his slouched position and pressed his dick on your face rolling his hips and spreading his cum all over you.

Once he was satisfied, he tapped his dick on your lips as you looked at him like he was the only man in the world. "Did you like it hee?" You asked, hoping to be praised by him, hoping you could satisfy him.

Instead of responding, he yanks you off the ground by your wrist, switching places with you as he sets you on the desk, standing between your legs and forcing you to hold them open at his sides.

He rolls your skirt around your waist, revealing your soaked panties.

He nuzzled his dick right against your covered core bucking his hips into you as his tip pleasures your throbbing clit. "Hee," you whine, his name, your arms reaching for his shoulders, but he pushes you away to grab the opening on your white blouse and rips it open, not caring about the buttons hitting the floor and your shirt being ruined.

Once he opens your shirt, he forcefully pulls your bra down just below your breasts, the material squeezing your chest and perking your tits up, making them look so round and plump for his eyes to feast on. 

You felt shy with his lustful gaze on you, but it also turned you on the way he was looking at you with so much want and desire.

He gathered a glob of spit in his mouth and let it fall between your breasts. 

You gasp as the warm liquid trickles along your skin. 

A loud smack echoes in the quiet classroom as his palm meets your breast. "Heeseung," you arched your back, moaning at the stinging sensation as he did it again to your left breast. 

"Shush," he puts his index finger to his lips, indicating you to be quiet, and you nod cause the warning look in his eyes left you speechless. "Unless you want to get caught with my dick in you," he grunts and squeezes both your breasts between his hands, roughly massaging them. "So soft," he bends down, nibbling at the flesh, leaving his teeth marks all over your chest, littering your boobs with sticky strings of his saliva and hickeys that would only get darker as the day progressed.

"Hee, I'm so wet for you," you whisper and buck your hips to meet the slow rolls of his desperately searching for more friction.

"I know you're nothing but a slut getting wet from sucking dick" he sucks a tit into his mouth, roughly sucking on and releasing it with a pop.

He swallows thickly and leans back to look at the fucked out mess that lies before him. Your pussy was soaked, your face covered in his cum, and your chest marked with his lust.

Slipping your panties to the side, he inserts his cock beneath the fabric of your underwear. The movement of his hips still slows, almost like he's teasing you on purpose.

He ruts his raw dick on your core slipping and sliding through your drenched folds. "Fuck” his body trembles with pleasure as he guides his tip to your hole and goes in with one push forcing his cock all the way to the hilt inside your little soaking cunt.

"Oh, hee!" You squeal, gripping the sides of the desk to brace yourself.

He breathes out a laugh. "Surprised a whore like you is still this tight" he bites his lip. The way you're sucking him in and fitting so snugly around his cock was the best thing he's ever felt.

Your mouth parts open, but you can't even utter a single word because of the way he feels inside you.

He has you stuffed so full your legs feel numb, and all you can do is lay there and take it all as he splits you open on his hard thick cock.

He pins your arms down, gaining the leverage to fuck into your pussy faster. 

His thighs clap against your ass, the skin-slapping sounds filling the room along with the jingle of his belt every time his tip bumps your cervix, and if anyone walked by, they would definitely be able to tell what you two are doing behind the door.

"Look at you so fucking dumb for cock you can't even say a word" he snaps his hips until sweat starts to form all over his body, and his breath gets heavy. 

He releases your arms and opens the buttons on his school uniform until his chest is revealed to you. The cold air meeting his hot skin makes his nipples hard, and you can't stop your hands from roaming all over his chest. "You like that, huh?" He grabs your wrist, placing your hands on his pecs, pressing down firmly until your hand marks are left against his flushed skin. "Shit," he huffs out an exhausted breath, his hips never once slowing down.

"Yes, hee love it so much" he throws his head back, losing himself in your pussy, the squelching sounds making his cock throb with every wet deep thrust.

"I know you do by the way you're taking this dick like a bitch in heat" he grips your thigh with his right hand, his other going to the back of your head, holding it up so you can watch the way his cock gets lost in your pussy. "look at it going in that's what you wanted right? Wanted some dick in this pathetic little messy pussy. You like it? Does this satisfy you whore?" 

Your body slides up and down the desk as he pounds into you, and you nod senselessly, your mouth hung open with drool leaking down your chin. "Y-yes y-you're all I w-"Your words get lost in your throat when he grips your panties and rips them off. The cool air hitting your wet pussy makes you clench around him, and he can't help but moan at the tightness.

"Fuck” his gaze falls to your cunt. It looked so fucking perfect, so wet, so messy, and taking his dick so so deep. 

He puts his thumb into his mouth, sucking on it to wet it before pressing down on your swollen clit.

Your body jerks on the desk, unable to control how much you shake with pleasure, and you can't help the scream you let out as you fall back and lose yourself to the feeling of him fucking you so deep.

You're a flailing mess trying to find something to ground yourself with, but it's useless. Your fucked out body is completely defenseless against his brutal strokes.

He smirks at your wrecked state rubbing your clit faster to bring you to your end. "Heeseung!" You tremble as your orgasm washes over you, the pleasure making you cry out in ecstasy as you hang off his dick.

"Yeah, do what you were made to do cum on this fucking dick slut” he dug his fingertips into your thigh, rubbing your clit through your high as he pounded into you, his release not far off. 

"Where do you want my cum?" He speeds up his thrust, making it even harder for you to answer.

"I-inside" 

He's not surprised a fucking needy bitch like you would want a complete stranger cumming inside them.

"Just like a dirty slut” he quickly pulls out a glob of your guy's mixed arousal leaking out of your hole and dripping to the floor as he jerks himself off to finish. "Shit," his hand glides up and down on his slick shaft at a fast pace till his warm spurts of cum are spilling on your used-up little cunt.

"Hee," you whine in dismay.

He finishes on your pussy and rubs his dick on your core to ride out his high. "Whores like you don't deserve it. You take what I give you" he slides back in your sensitive hole, pushing his seed inside you fucking into you slowly as you whimper in oversensitivity.

"T-too much"

"Shut up." he quickly covers your mouth with his palm, quieting you. "I said take what I give you. Are you gonna listen?" He tilts his head to the side, waiting for your answer, and you nod, answering a muffled yes behind his palm. "That's what I thought. It's not like you could say no to me anyways cause you're such an easy whore. Now I'm gonna move my hand and be real, real quiet for me."

He holds onto your hips fucking into you without warning, he thrusts harder and faster than the previous round, and you see nothing but stars.

You're clenching uncontrollably on his dick. It hurts, but it hurts so good you wouldn't dare to ask him to stop. 

"Still too much?" He asks cockily, knowing you're loving every last ounce of this.

You nod your head and use your last bit of strength to spread your legs wider, letting him have his way with you and take you however he wants.

"I think you can take more," he ruts forward, penetrating you deeply, his tip kissing your cervix every time he thrusts.

Your body lays lifeless on that desk. You thought he was fucking you good before, but nothing beat the way he was doing you right now. You were there taking every inch of his dick at his mercy, and you loved it all.

The look on his face as he ravaged your body made you cum again, and out of nowhere, you're squirting all over his dick and making the biggest mess. 

You were too weak to even moan at this point, but your pussy was doing all the talking as it leaked copious amounts of cum mixed with your squirt.

"Ah fuck” Heeseung groaned. The wet warmth surrounding his dick felt so good that he was left with no choice but to fill you up with his cum. "Guess you deserve it a-after all," he splutters out, twitching and throbbing erratically while cumming inside you.

The sight below was absolutely amazing. Your bodies conjoined between a sex-filled mess, and the ropes of cum just wouldn't stop. His balls tighten with every squirt until they run dry, and your pussy is overflowing with his cum and your squirt.

He hunches over you, your mouth hung open as you pant. He uses the opportunity to spit inside and press his lips against yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as your tongues tangle and the residual saliva passes down your throats after the messy kiss.

He sighs as he hoists himself up. He quickly buttons his shirt and pulls up his pants to fasten them.

Running his fingers through his hair, he looks at your body one last time and smirks at the state he's left you in.

Finally coming to your senses somewhat, you lift your aching body off the desk after countless minutes of being fucked utterly senseless on it. "Hee?" You call him softly, and he cringes at the nickname you've given him.

He turns to you, an unreadable expression on his face. "Don't you ever call me that again, and if I catch you staring at me, things won't end like this." he left the classroom without giving you a chance to respond and slammed the door on his way out, leaving you to clean yourself up.

You stood up on wobbly legs with tears gathering in your eyes as you did your best to put yourself back together.

The reality of what just happened setting in now that you're back in your right mind.

You got dressed and sat in the empty classroom, staring blankly at the wall.

Not only did he destroy your outfit, but he also left you destroyed.

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[sthilarions]

During a case many years ago, a witch made a poppet (roughly equivalent to the popular conception of a “voodoo doll”) of Edwin. They defeated the witch soundly and got the poppet, but there’s no safe way to destroy it. The only place Edwin and Charles trust as safe enough to keep it is inside Charles’s backpack, where no one but Charles could possibly get to it.

Charles largely forgets about it, buried deep deep down in the bag, until Edwin is held captive, less than a year after their jaunt to Hell, and there’s absolutely no way to get to him until the portal opens again at the next full moon, and he’s going crazy with worry, imagining Edwin in all sorts of misery without Charles not even able to so much as comfort him. He’s digging mindlessly through the bag when he gets to the poppet, and, he realizes, there is this one thing he can do.

He pulls it out with a care he wouldn’t give to a Faberge egg, because this is the most precious thing in the world, in any world, and looks at it for a moment. Then he reaches out ever so gently and strokes its hair. He murmurs reassurances to it - it’s alright, I’m sorry, I love you. He sings lullabies, curls around it and hugs it against him so, so carefully, tilts his head down and presses kisses to its soft curl-covered head.

He doesn’t let the poppet go for even a moment on all the days until the full moon returns, even as he’s preparing for battle, preparing to absolutely fucking obliterate the bastards that are holding Edwin.

Just as the portal opens, he finally places the poppet back in his bag, in the safest, warmest corner. He hefts the arsenal in his arms and strapped to his back and floating around him and charges through.

He tears through the stronghold in minutes, and he does literally mean through - he’s left a trail of smoking rubble behind him where ghost-proof walls used to be - and finally, finally gets to Edwin, and -

“Ah, Charles, there you are. Not to worry, I’m quite alright. There has been some sort of force - “

Charles doesn’t even hear him as he wraps himself around Edwin, and his body follows the same motions it has for weeks now, stroking hair, pressing kisses, murmuring muffled you’re alright I love you you’re alright I’m sorry I love you I’m sorrys into Edwin’s hair, which is even softer in reality than on the poppet, and Edwin says -

“Ah. That was you.”

Charles can’t see or hear anything other than Edwin, at the moment, but he can’t not see Edwin, so he has a very clear view as Edwin reaches his arms out and, with a few words, takes control of all the magical weapons and orbs and so forth that have been trailing after Charles.

And he hears when Edwin says “Well, then, Charles, shall we depart?”

And he feels it when Edwin lifts him as effortlessly as he lifted the poppet, holding him so he can keep his nose buried against Edwin’s neck as Edwin blasts his way out.

And he definitely feels it when, a few very loud minutes later, they’re back in their office, and Edwin’s head turns to meet one of his kisses.

“It’s alright, Charles. I’m sorry I left you alone. I love you.”

[gothghostiie]

pussy torture with one of the boys??

cw: pussy torture (slapping, light punches, squeezing, biting), ambiguous partner, afab!gn!reader

he's tying you down, ankles tied to the headboard of the bed behind you, fully exposing your wet, precious folds to the cool air. sitting in front of you, thick fingers mindlessly tracing every curve, every nook and crevice of your chubby pussy before suddenly coming down on it harshly:(( you yelp, the slap sounding through the otherwise quiet room, followed by a low chuckle from him. he does it a few times, hand growing heavier as your lips heat and swell, your chest rising and falling quicker. another harsh slap, but this time his hand stays on your cunt - just to dig his fingers in and squeeze, grip slowly growing tighter. he release when he draws a whine from your throat, just to immediately squeeze again, much, much harder.

you can barely move in your binds, barely able to squirm, let alone escape from his cruel hands. he doesn't go as hard as he can - he doesn't fully wanna destroy your poor cunt. not just yet anyway. when he lets up you finally breathe in again, already trembling, you want nothing more than for him to finally play with your clit or your hole at least; but those dreams are quickly destroyed when he rubs his knuckles over your sticky outer lips. you watch intently, pressure increasing, the bumps giving you a weird sense of pleasure - until he lifts his fist and brings it down. its more of a firm tap really, but the surprise makes you gasp nonetheless. he chuckles again, shaking his head and raining down a few more light blows, trying to see how hard he can go - testing the waters for another time, he says.

you're wincing and squirming, begging for him to finally touch you properly, to give you anything, he smiles. "poor thing, so impatient, aren't you?" he grins, dipping his head. your eyes light up, relief washing over you at the mere thought of his tongue running over your swollen clit - all the hope just vanishes when you suddenly feel teeth on your sensitive cunt. he nibbles, placing love bites all over your cunt, some more gentle, others leaving teeth marks. you writhe and whine, tears pricking at your eyes, the sight makes his hard cock twitch in his pants.

he straightens up, putting both his hands on your sex, thumbs spreading your sticky lips apart to reveal your aching clit and drooling hole, you swear can see his cock harden just a bit more. you think youll finally get the release you want, getting fucked stupid on his cock; little do you know what you're in for now.

[oizysian]

12 // Cockwarming // Her Favorite Show

Summary: Wanda watches her favorite show.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dirty talk, biting, slight spanking

Word count: 680

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“Just like that, dove, just …” She guided my hips so that her strap pressed into me, slipping between my folds and entering me slowly. “… take mommy’s cock.”

I let out a whimpering cry, grabbing onto her shoulders to attempt to ground myself as she bottomed out inside me.

“That’s it, that’s it, you’re doing so good.” She cupped my face, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before returning her attention to the television. “Now, be a good girl and let mommy watch her show.”

I whined softly and rested my head in the crook of her neck, resisting the urge to roll my hips against hers. She was holding me, resting her head on my own as she watched whatever old show she had on. I knew she couldn’t possibly be actually watching something while she was inside of me - how could she concentrate? But, if she was watching her show, maybe she wouldn’t notice if I moved a little bit against her.

I heard her giggle at some joke that was said and I bit my lip, thrusting slightly up against her to get some friction.

She brought her hand down and smacked my ass, causing me to jerk against her, a moan of pleasure slipping past my lips.

“None of that. You only have an hour to wait before I fuck you. Until then, keep mommy’s cock nice and warm like a good girl.”

I released the breath that I was holding, trying to calm myself down. An hour. I could wait an hour, right?

She moved her hips ever so slightly and the cock shifted inside me, drawing a whimper out of me. I could almost see her smiling at what she was doing to me, her small movements in an attempt to get comfortable was really just her way of torturing me.

She rubbed her hands up and down my back mindlessly as she watched her show, the simple action almost taking my mind off of how full I felt.

“Mommy,” I whispered into her ear and she hummed softly in response. “I wanna ride you.”

“Soon, princess.”

“But -”

“No buts. Let mommy watch her show or I won’t fuck you when it’s over.”

I pouted, trying my best not to move. How could I ignore the delicious feeling of her inside me, my aching cunt throbbing and clenching around her length.

I closed my eyes and sighed, doing my best not to think about how she felt - how she could feel if she were fucking me. I let out a shaky breath, hot against her skin and she shifted. Now holding my hips, she pressed me down onto her and I moaned softly.

“You’re being so good for me.” She whispered, slowly guiding my hips against her. “Only a few more minutes.”

“Please, I need you now.” I begged, hoping against hope that she’d forget about her dumb old show and just destroy me.

“Patience, darling.” She said softly, pressing a kiss to my crown. “You won’t be rewarded for bad behavior.”

I huffed, nipping at her shoulder in response, then soothing the small hurt with wet, open mouthed kisses.

“That was rather naughty of you, wasn’t it? Biting mommy like that.”

“Sorry mama,” Came my muffled reply. “Didn’t mean it.”

“No?” She asked, obviously not believing me. “I don’t like liars, Y/N. Liars go to bed with their holes full and no release. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mama, I’m sorry.”

The credits to her show began to roll and I fully expected to get fucked.

“Now,” she started, her nails digging into my hips. “Were you a good girl? Or should I plug you up and leave you to rot for the night?”

“I was good.” I said, my voice small. “Please fuck me, mama.”

“Hm, I’m tired.” She said as she turned off the television. “Let’s see how I feel in the morning.”

She wrapped her arms around me tightly, holding me impossibly close so I couldn’t move away from her. She rested her head against the pillows and sighed contently, closing her eyes.

“Go to sleep.”

[beuxwhoyouare]

Dressing Room Score

All the couples wanted the day off for Valentine’s Day but I took those shifts so quickly because hello it’s free money! I took the apparel section because it’s the easiest place to get a peak at the dressing rooms. I’m not a perv I swear, but I can’t help myself. I always kept one vital of bodysuit serum on me. All the eye candy going into the dressing rooms was like a buffet of options. Men, women, pets! Shit I don’t discriminate I love trying on another persons experience to see how they live.

We were getting a weird crowd today since all the couples were out and about. The store was filled with miscellaneous randos so I went through most of my day thinking I struck out. As I locked in refolding some destroyed sections of t-shirts, a customer came up to me asking for help locating more of a certain item I absent mindedly answered looking at what was in his hand before looking up. My words stopping in their tracks as I saw his face.

He was so adorable and dorky looking in his face but the outfit he already had on told a different story. Leaving little to the imagination, it inferred he was going on a date or going out but I didn’t want to inquire too much. I like my mouth mindlessly answer his inquiries as I kept looking back to ogle at his outfit.

Eventually he asked to use the dressing rooms and I knew this was basically my chance. We walked slowly to the rooms and as he walked into the tiny space I quickly pulled the syringe out, stabbing him in the neck behind his back. The mirrors lining the room couldve saved him but he was oblivious of his surroundings.

He began turning into a suit hollowing out into a mound that looked like skin colored liquid latex. I quickly pushed him into the dressing room with me to avoid spectators. As I latched the door, I turned around to see the process completed. I knew I was operating on limited time and quickly pulled his skin on. I love putting on a new body that’s stacked with muscles that I’m not. It’s like you feel bloated, but in a good way because it goes straight to your muscles and any other places you differ in size…if you get what I mean. He was clearly a grower because I didn’t feel anything crazy there though.

I looked through his wallet to figure out a name and basic details. Okay, Reese is the name 5’9” is the height okay there’s the address. Wait the best part! I whipped back upright standing and smiling towards my new phone.

I decided to save the rest of the excitement for privacy gathered my new belongings and headed to the address on my ID. I fumbled through several keys before eventually finding the right one as I pushed my way into a very nice but neutral looking apartment. It definitely gave upper class gay which is what I always pretended to be so this would be easy to embody.

I quickly began stripping as I hastily searched for the closest full body mirror. I wanted to see the goods from every single angle. I ripped the belt holding up my very fitted pants, dropping them down to my ankles and I just gasped at what I could see.

Reese was had the type of body I was always afraid to have. He’s so conventionally attractive that while I wore him I felt like I couldn’t control myself. I needed to push it to the limit and see what I can do.

I headed down to the gym matching the sign in tag on Reese’s keys and just pretended to be there for a good workout. I mean I did go for a workout just not that kind.

I had a hard time breaking a sweat, which only intrigued me more but I headed to the locker room to take pics. I was just so obsessed with his juicy chest. Thankfully this was the better strategy because I kept getting passing glances until someone finally took initiative and approached me.

The man was such a daddy, something I could’ve only hoped to previously attract before. He nearly demanded I come with him after he got dressed and who would be to not oblige? I got in his big truck and we made our way to his home. I don’t know how I deluded myself into thinking I’d be the dominant one in this situation but the second the house door closed behind me. The burly daddy manhandled me and pushed me onto his bed. Gentle and slow was only a dream I could’ve hoped for because that man whipped his beer can out immediately and shoved his way in.

Don’t get me wrong he was BIG but that was the moment I learned what Reese did well. He was a power bottom. There was no moment of pain, me and my new hole took it like a champ. The in and out of his aggressive pace was matched by my new muscle memory eagerness to accept it.

He attacked my muscular backside as I finally began to break a sweat. Loud moans escaped my mouth. I couldn’t control it like an animalistic cry. As I thought I was reaching my limit I came on myself as he kept going. That would become a recurring theme.

Every day I’d show up to the gym and act like the slutty himbo I wanted to be. Ending up at a different home, condo, apartment every night putting my new orifices to work.

[gazstations]

Lost in You

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 SUMMARY

Kyle is back from a long deployment and deepens the intimacy he shares with you, unlocking a side of him he didn’t know he had.

FANDOM: Call of Duty

PAIRINGS: Kyle Garrick x female!reader

WORD COUNT: 2,327 words

WARNINGS: SMUT, breeding kink, oral (female receiving), mentions of birth control, no mention of pregnancy, sweet and possessive Kyle

◇ Notes: This is my first full smut piece, so if it’s bad, forgive me. I tried and I am very nervous, so please be nice if you judge. I went completely out of my element for this, but for Kyle I will do anything.

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KYLE DIDN’T KNOW WHEN HIS JAW STARTED ACHING. When his brain muddled and coagulated into a heavy need to mark his territory like some rutting mutt victim to instinct. But for the past week, he had been beyond sensitive. It must’ve been the long deployment. He was simply a pent-up bastard that would be fine when he blew one load.

Wrong.

Kyle was riddled with an intense, fiery desire. It bubbled in his core and muddled all the flighty synapses in his brain. He had some sort of brain damage, caught in an endless loop of rutting. It was exhausting, but at the same time, he never wanted it to end.

Maybe he could pinpoint the exact moment he turned into some sex crazed mammoth, humping and mounting you the second he got the chance.

Your honeyed moans would echo in his ears for a long time. The pitch in your voice got higher the closer you got to your orgasm. He could feel every flutter and spasm of your soppy walls around his dexterous fingers. He was determined to undo your sanity before he ever pinned your body down and had his sweet way with you.

He was always ruthless when he got back from deployment. He could’ve been the mutt that mindlessly used up its toy, but he always favored a slower approach. Ruin brought on gradually was just, if not more, rewarding. He loved watching your pupils dilating, your body tensing, and your voice wavering with desperate arousal as he explored you methodically.

There was no need to rush the reunion, not when he found such a delectable treat and made it his own.

He had you on your back as he buried two fingers in your clenching heat, long digits reaching perfectly. He curled at the knuckle and pressed along your walls until he heard the delicious hitch in your breath. He worked you there, mouth lowering to seal along your clit to aid the process.

He groaned against you, feeling the natural flutter of your body as you instinctively rocked into him. You whined as you stimulated yourself alongside his own ministrations. You both had your pleasure fine-tuned, knowing exactly which buttons to press for peak enjoyment.

He felt the way you melted into him completely, trusting him implicitly with your body. You’re so sweet for him, offering yourself to your pent-up soldier who worked so hard to rid the world of bastards who would love to destroy pretty things like you.

You’re his slice of heaven. And while he lapped at the nectar between your legs, it’s less about getting off and reaching the final peak than it was reminding himself that he had something to cherish. Had a lively mass of flesh and blood that waited for him day in and day out. Always greeted him with excitement when he lumbered home barely alive. Something that was all his, that no one else would ever taint the same way he had.

He needed to prove to himself that you’re his. He wasn't going to let you go now, even if you became a caged bird yearning to free yourself of the metal bars.

His nose rubbed along your mound as he feasted on you. He got off on your hurried breaths and felt his cock straining and angry. But he didn’t hump into the bed like an impatient mutt. Instead, he let the ache fixate on his core. Let himself feel the burn as his body begged to get the same satisfaction you were currently feeling.

He had all the time in the world.

He wasn’t sloppy as he worshipped you. Ran his tongue up your slit teasingly before he sucked on your throbbing clit again. All the while, his two fingers were still working you close to the edge.

He knew you were close. Your legs threatened to smother his head between the plush of your thighs. He had to use his free hand to grip at one of them and push slightly. A reminder.

“Can’t have my meal if you suffocate me, dove,” he said against your puffy folds. His voice rasped more than he expected. He was being undone alongside you. A man satisfied with his ability to please his lover so thoroughly.

You let out a small grunt of apology, legs opening once more and giving him full access to continue.

You’re going to go over the edge. Your walls tightened around his fingers, and the pitch in your moans changed to something more untethered and high. Your hand clutched at his short hair, pulling slightly and eliciting a groan from his mouth.

His deep brown eyes flickered to your face, nearly rolling back at the sight. Your mouth was parted, breath heavy, throat bobbing, and eyelids fluttering as you started to reach that beginning stage of climax.

But he wanted to be mean, wanted to torture you just a bit for the thrill of the hunt.

He pulled his mouth and fingers away, making you jolt in surprise as your peak washed away abruptly. You looked so ruined as your face scrunched up, and you tried to bring back that divine build-up.

“Sorry, dove,” Kyle apologized with a half-heartedness. He wasn’t sorry, and he knew you enjoyed the bitter ache as well. He wouldn’t have done it if you already hadn’t expressed a desire for it sometimes. “Want you to come on my cock first.”

His cock was solid against his defined stomach. The head was tinged a deep purple, precum beading out and dripping down his shaft. He stared between your legs for a moment, licking his tongue along his lips and smearing what slick he collected. The same arousal that coated his chin, was drooling from your cunt and providing an easy glide for when he finally sunk himself inside you.

He leaned over the bed and popped open his nightstand but frowned when the box of condoms was depressingly empty. Your eyes followed his, and your hand reached up to grasp at his cheek. You knew what he was thinking immediately.

“Don’t need condoms,” you assured. “Got an implant while you were gone.”

His eyes snapped to yours, brown irises nearly swallowed by his dilating pupils. His core tightened as he processed what you said. It brought him an excitement he didn’t expect. He always desired to feel you raw and without any stupid barriers, but he always respected you too much to risk it or demand you put yourself through unnecessary grievances just so he could.

But you went and did it yourself. Something inside him preened and celebrated its lover’s thoughtfulness.

“Good girl…” he growled as he climbed over you completely. He leaned down and nipped at your jaw before pressing a line of kisses down to your pulsating carotid. He sucked delicately at the base of your throat carefully, drawing out a mark that would stay for at least a couple of days.

“Taking care of me always,” he added as he hiked your legs up over his shoulders and settled them back towards your head. You gasped at the position, but soon become more focused on the way he grabbed at his cock and gave it a couple of desperate pumps.

His eyes hooded the moment he ran his length through your wet heat. The head of his cock rubbed against your sensitive clit and you bit your lip as your head fell back against the pillows. You tensed as soon as his tip popped into your hole. Yet, he didn't move any further right away.

“‘M gonna be a tight fit, maybe,” he declared. He could already tell, and his core burned.

He rolled his thumb over your clit, attempting to relax you a teeny bit more to help. He relished in the way you squirmed and felt the faintest clenching of your walls. He couldn't get over the way your body reacted to him, and he feared he would just combust from his overwhelming love for you before he got to reach the end of this experience.

“Relax for me, dove,” he cooed. Now he actually worked you towards an orgasm because he realized you need it. “That’s it… bloody hell. You’re gorgeous.”

You whined as you rolled your hips into his thumb desperately when you realized he wasn’t going to deprive you of an orgasm this time. Your breath was hot and rapid against the side of his face as he mouthed at your neck again.

You still as you come, and he rewarded you with a gentle kiss. He’s a mixture of controlled mutt and doting lover, knowing steady and calm won all. He had his moments where he just took and took, but tonight was not one of them.

He returned to sinking himself inside you. He did an experimental thrust and grinned when he sank a little further. Your muscles were far more relaxed, and your body invited him in. It’s a homecoming that he desired the whole time he was gone.

You’re still experiencing the vestiges of your climax, a honeyed moan escaping you as you unconsciously pulled away from the feeling of his cock opening you up. He grabbed at your chin, locking your head as he stared at you. “Don’t run from me,” he ordered. “Just take what I give you, yeah?”

The stretch of your walls to accommodate his throbbing length was a feeling he could never replace. Your cunt was so good for him as it drooled around him and allowed him to nestle inside like he’s supposed to. Only him. He’s hellbent on squashing any desire you may have to allow another close to your womb.

Your voice was soft when he’s only halfway in your clutching heat. “‘M, Ky…” you moaned.

You started to try and aid his entrance, but it was hard when he had your body completely folded on itself. You’re at his mercy and it was a power that goes straight to his cock. He could take you any way he wanted and you would have to accept it.

“I know, feels good. Doesn’t it?” He was a little more forceful with his next thrust, and he grunted the moment his balls pressed against the plush of your ass. “Bloody fucking hell… so deep, dove.”

He couldn’t control himself anymore. He’s taken his time, and now the mutt was snarling and spitting for instant gratification. He rolled his hips slowly but quickly started to rut. Your cunt sang for him, wet gush frothing around his shaft and coating it in a glistening shine as he moved.

Feeling your cunt raw was the moment his whole demeanor changed. He knew after this he was purely addicted to that sensation of feeling the raw unfiltered spasms of your cunt. The way it gripped at his pistoning length, and the knowledge that you were allowing him this new step in intimacy.

He loved you.

He could only bury his face in your neck, lazy kisses peppered across your heated skin. He couldn't process more, his brain mush as he let out soft grunts against your skin. You seemed to forgive him for the lack of extravagant gestures as your fingers gripped at his shoulders.

He craved the way he was fully draped over you. Legs locked over his shoulders, chests heaving against each other. Every inch of you both was connected. For a man that saw the deepest pits of hell, this bubble of shared connection was everything to him.

“Fuck, dove. Gonna come inside you,” he breathed.

His voice had lost its usual strength. He was almost sure he was more undone than you right now. But then again, he hadn’t lifted his head to see the state of you. Though, he knew he’s doing something because your moans were high in their pitch, and your fingernails were digging ruthlessly into his skin. He would wear your claw marks with pride.

“Please…” that single word response made him falter in his thrusting.

“Yeah? You like that?” He hissed.

You responded with the sweetest noise he’s ever heard. He’s a goner. He would never forgive you if you made him go back to condoms after this. Why bother when he knew the two of you were never going to part? He wouldn’t allow you to leave even if you wanted to. He chose you, and he’s sticking with it. No other bastard could see or feel how sweet you could be.

Kyle didn't last long. The moment he knew he was done for, he pressed himself as deep as he could go. Everything fell away as he came, warm seed filling you up. He shook against you, stomach muscles clenching as he claimed you for his own.

He was slow to come to, but you didn't seem to mind as your hand stroked up and down his back. You’re trembling as well, and he wondered if he missed your climax while in the throes of his own. A part of him mourned that. He always loved watching the way your eyes rolled. Another time. When he was more coherent and able to ruin you without unhinging himself from reality.

“You okay, dove?” He asked softly after a moment.

“Perfect,” you rasped.

Kyle grinned and finally peeled his head from your neck. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, heart pounding when you returned the affectionate gesture.

He pulled out of you slowly, letting your legs drop onto the bed before he pried them apart. He watched the trickle of his cum leaking out of you a moment later, a possessive feeling washing over him. Your folds were puffy and glistening, and he drank in the sight. The mental picture was seared in his brain for good.

“Right where ‘m supposed to be,” he said lowly.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead before sliding off the bed to go find a washcloth to clean you up.

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