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im just not attracted to anyone or anything ever. until i am.
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talking to someone is both the best and worst feeling in the world bc why am i waiting around for a text back like a fucking idiot???

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bf!dex who looks way too pleased with himself when you get angry enough to hit him.
you two make a very disfunctional couple, that much could be said. you patch him up from knife and bullet wounds more often than you go out on dates, and you're constantly arguing about dex's obsessive, infuriating need to keep everything in your life under his control.
on particularly bad fights, you make him grovel for days.
dex will mostly spend them chasing you around your apartment while you pretend not to notice the hulking mass of a man stalking you around every room, an inevitable presence you couldn't get rid of even if you tried. he says i'm sorry and please talk to me and i'll do anything while you try your best to remain unphased, even if the undeniable lack of remorse in his voice only fills you with even more rage.
one day you turn on your heels and slap him across the face.
physical touch comes to benjamin poindexter as easy and as natural as breathing. whether it's a hand on your thigh when he's driving, or a pinky hooked 'round yours mid conversation. fingers intertwined with yours as you walk outside, of course, is normal for him. and at home, when he's navigating around you, even though he has ample space, his hand falls to the small of your back as he moves you gently to get around. there's a lazy arm slung over your shoulder, a finger drawing distracted patterns across your skin, his head heavy on your chest at night when he's asleep. and that's just the things he's not really aware he's doing.
sometimes, when he's in a particularly good mood, he'll kiss your lips until you're dizzy and laughing and breathless, then move onto the rest of your face while you catch up on oxygen and your surroundings.
"doin' too much, poindexter," you'll laugh, and he'll lean back in to lick a broad stripe up your cheek, because he's nothing if not unconventional, and if you even try to wipe it away, he'll just lick your hand too. or maybe you're not giving him enough attention, maybe you're busy working—most times, you don't even notice him, because of his training. not until he's sinking his teeth into your limb of his choice anyway. on luckier occasions when your camera's off in a meeting, you stifle your surprise until you're able to mute yourself and complain; on important calls, though, he's sitting on the floor by your legs, and you don't even feel his hand wrapping around your ankle, or his breath ghosting over your skin before pain shoots up your leg. on more than one occasion, you've been asked if everything's alright, and when you glare down at him later, all he does is grin back up at you. the worst part is you can't even stay mad at him when he's so beautiful and you're so in love.
the biting also continues… elsewhere, like he's determined to mark you as his territory. even if he's careful to make sure that all of them—okay, most of them—are hidden, he revels in the thought that your knowledge of them will remind you of him, regardless of where you are. oh, and the dull ache of the bruises left in his wake that are totally by accident because he definitely doesn't know his own strength is nice to think about too—even though you both know better than that.
and then there are the bad days. he'll walk in, silent, and you don't say anything, either. you know him too well for that—if he doesn't want to speak, he won't, and if you keep asking you'll just make it worse. so you wait, and he pulls you onto his lap and buries his face in your neck, and your hands are in his hair, and he just stays like that until he feels better—your weight on top of him is more comforting than he'd ever admit. rarer events are when you lose track of time, pass out without realising, and wake up hours into the night, a cramped tangle of limbs. but your shared warmth is more comfort in one sitting than he's felt in his life before you, so who is he to complain?
he wakes up before you almost every morning, but even then, you're conscious enough most of the time to feel his fingers trace over your face, like he's trying to memorise you, like he hasn't a million times over already. and when you pad into the kitchen, still half-asleep, he lets you drape yourself all over him and catch a few more minutes while he cooks breakfast.
you've changed his routine; he's always hated change, but he'll be lying if he says he's not grateful for it this time.
you nudge him with a toe, he lifts you up effortlessly into his arms and doesn't put you down, your feet are in his lap as you watch a movie while he traces those same idle patterns across them—you ask him, "what's that supposed to be?"
he pauses, smiles in the way he does when he knows something you don't.
"i'm sure you'll figure it out," he says unhelpfully. and it's simple—too simple, maybe, 'cause you feel stupid when you figure it out. i mean, you should've known what it was, because obviously—
it's a bullseye.
hi guess who. 0.7k words i think i died and went to hell except hell is being obsessed with this man. i actually hated him so much the first time i watched daredevil (~6 years ago) lol guess this is karma. pls reblog to support ur authors !!
THE OTHER YOU . when mark comes back from another dimension, he tells you about the other you. pairing ! mark grayson (invincible) x fem!reader cw ! porn with a tiny bit of plot, piv, first time cumming inside, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, slight switch!mark, slight cumplay, two lines worth of cervix fucking (nothing brutal and exaggerated), squirting. nicknames used : baby & invincible (lol) 📓 honestly, yeah . i want him NOW ‼️
Mark had been acting strange ever since he got back from dealing with a variant situation in another dimension.
He was extra clingy, even quieter lately and somehow more shy, a blushing mess everytime you would look over your shoulder and catch him staring at you. At first, it was endearing, just like it was when you two started dating. But then, it got even more odd.
He would cuddle extra close when you two slept together — which is alot considering he’s already melded to you while he sleeps, as if you two could be one body — but the cuddling would go from him wrapping a heavy arm over your front and spooning you from behind to him splaying a large palm over your stomach, at first just rubbing your skin and feeling your warmth. But then cradling it, as if there was something inside other than your guts that he was protecting.
You figured maybe the fights had just shaken him up. He never told you he saw her in that other dimension — your variant.
Tonight, the second you walked out of your bathroom, towel slung over your body and limbs achy from a long day, Mark floated through your bedroom window and he was on you like he hadn’t seen you in years.
He kissed you like he’d been starving, hands roaming desperately as he pulled you up against him then laid you down on your bed. His suit came off fast under your hands, tossed somewhere in the corner of the room as you took over and straddled him.
Mark laid back and you fucked him hard for the first round — your hips slamming against his pelvis and his hands trembling against your hips, yearning to touch but not daring to hurt you. You moaned his name the entire time as his eyes rolled back and he fucked up into you as he got close, with deep, passionate strokes while staring into your eyes, whispering how much he missed you, how much he loved you, how good you felt around him like this.
He came hard, pulling out at the last second and jerking his cock in short strokes as his cum spilled all over your pussy, thick ropes painting your swollen folds and soft belly.
You were still catching your breath when he rolled on top of you, breathing hard, his chest heaving from the effort.
“I love you,” he babbled over and over as his mouth trailed over your body, from the length of your sternum still shiny with sweat, to the side of your neck and the curve of your ribs. He kissed you stupid, his lips swollen and needy, his messy hair tickling your skin as he went lower and lower.
When he reached your abdomen, his tongue ran over the ropes of cum he left there, then down to your inner thighs.
“So pretty like this,” Mark whispered, voice shaky and cock swelling with need as you spread your legs for him again. “Let me look at you.”
“Mark,” you moaned, half warning but half yearning as he stroked a thumb over your beating clit, all leaky and sensitive but covered in his cum.
Your pussy was painted in him, all sticky and wet and his, and his eyes went dark with desire as he rubbed cock through the mess of his cum, sliding the head up and down your slit, coating himself in it.
“Fuck, baby—” he groaned. “Look what we did… that’s us.”
You lifted your head off the mattress and propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at where his shaft rubbed through your puffy folds, the pressure making your head dizzy.
“When I was in that other timeline…” his voice was rough, almost ashamed as he began, glancing up at you. “I saw her. Well, I saw you. You were there, a different you.”
You blinked up at him, still hazy. “What?”
“She was pregnant,” he whispered, and you almost didn’t hear him. “Like, really pregnant. Big round belly… she was glowing. And he— me, that other Mark— he had his hand on it, on her. He looked at her like she was everything.” He paused, then looked away. “The way I look at you.”
“Mark,” you reached up and cupped his cheek in your palm.
“I know it’s stupid. I know it wasn’t us,” Mark closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “I know it was him... and not the real you. But ever since I saw it… I can’t stop thinking about you like that.
“Fuck— I just… you, full with my baby. Your tits all heavy and your belly swollen… Carrying my kid…” His cock twitched hard against your cum-covered pussy.
You bit down on your bottom lip as your pussy pulsed against his cock. He felt it and his eyes opened — those big brown eyes — staring down at you with utter warmth, adoration and pure desire. Mark leaned down and your arms wrapped around his neck, your mouths meeting in a hot kiss, tongues in each other's mouths and chests pressed together.
He rubbed his cock harder against you, shaking as your legs enveloped his hips, pulling him closer to you. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” You whispered against his jaw, your lips trailing down his neck as his cock slid back and forth through your messy folds, the swollen head bumping your sensitive clit. “God— Mark, we’ve never…”
“I know,” his head fell forward against the side of your neck and he moaned low and long. “I know, baby, and we don’t have to…” He turned his head to look at you and you kissed him again, his shoulders slumping from the release of tension. “I’ll keep pulling out.”
“Yeah?” You smiled a little bit, then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But, I think… I think I don’t want you to,” you said.
Mark’s face went bright red the second the last syllable left your mouth. “I mean, we shouldn’t… It’s too risky and I’d never ask you to—” He looked at you for a long moment, then back down at where his cock was still flush against you and leaking.
He caved almost immediately. “But fuck, baby… it’s driving me crazy.”
You tilted your head teasingly, a smirk toying at the corner of your lips. “Then fuck me, Invincible.”
His hands settled on your hips, thumbs brushing nervously. “Yeah?” Mark smiled shyly at first, and it turned into a dopey grin when you nodded. “Yeah, you like that?” He kissed you greedily, adjusting his hips between your thighs and you moaned into his mouth.
It started gentle — soft little pecks, sweet little murmurs of “missed you” and “need you so bad” between kisses as you tugged at his hair and his hands slid up your thighs to your waist.
Then it turned hungrier, more desperate, with your hands trailing down his back as the kisses got sloppy and wet, nails trailing his skin gently but pulling him in deeper and Mark’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest like he needed you closer to breathe.
He cupped your tits in both hands as you shifted in his arms, squeezing and playing with them while he ground his throbbing cock against your weeping pussy. “Fuck… I’m so obsessed with these,” he breathed, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“I need you,” you breathed hard, reaching a hand down to wrap a fist around his length, pumping his leaking cockhead against your soaked pussy in short, tight pumps.
Mark moaned, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “You’re so good to me… so fucking good…”
You lined him up against your weeping hole and he sucked in a breath between his teeth, pushing his hips forward and rocking into you slowly. The mess of his cum coated the length of his cock and made a nasty wet sound as he buried himself to hilt.
Mark groaned like he was in pain. “Taking me so fucking good... everytime.”
You cried out his name, wrapping your legs tight around his hips as your back arched of the mattress and your pussy squeezed him like it was trying to push him out.
“Oh fuck, yes— fuck me, I want it.”
“So tight— baby, ease up, I’ll cum too quick,” he groaned, his head falling forward next to your head atop the mattress with a thud harsher than he intended, as he bucked his hips forward with another hot, heavy thrust, your pussy making a mess over his thighs, leaking slick down his balls.
“Sweetest pussy ever, I’m gonna fucking pass out—” He started fucking you faster, with deep, breeding strokes, humping right against your cervix like he was trying to knock you up for real.
The force of his body weight plus the slam of his hips sent you a few inches up the mattress each time.
“Mark—” with a whine, your palms splayed against the expanse of his back, nails dragging down his back— an effort to release some pressure because he was just so heavy, and hot and that not only meant the force of his weight against you from where he was fucking down into you but the size of his cock dragging in and out of your gummy walls.
“Mark— slow down,” you called again.
“I know, baby,” his cock practically weeped inside you, twitching and swelling with his impending orgasm. Both his arms dipped under your body and in one swift motion he hoisted you upright against him, the motion shifting his cock inside you at an unbearable angle.
“I shouldn’t want this,” he panted, eyes wild as he watched the way his cock moved in and out of you, a mess of cum and wetness. “But I do. I wanna put a baby in you so fucking bad.”
“Oh my God—fuck, m’gonna cum—shitshitshit!” you cried, shaky fingers reaching between your bodies for your swollen clit and he moaned, guttural and loud, the sound echoing in the room as he sat you flush on his cock, bottoming out deep inside you with a pornographic wet sound. You could hardly breathe.
“You like that shit? Gonna cum from this?” Mark swatted your hand away and clutched you tighter against him with one muscled arm, the other pinching your clit between a forefinger and thumb before circling it gently, then furiously then gently again, coaxing you to the edge.
“I could knock you up right now,” he panted, voice rough and desperate. “Tell me you want it— please, please, please, baby— let me cum in you…”
You were creaming all over him within minutes, moaning his name as his arms circled your body tight and he fucked up into you harder. “Fuuuuck, baby— yes, that’s it—” Mark groaned, nearly a scream, hot against your ear as his mouth licked hot and sloppy against your neck and cheek. “Cum for me— make me cum! Jesus, fuck, you’re gonna make me—”
“Wait— wait, Mark! I’m— it feels weird—fuck!” A hot gush of wetness left you with a scream and you jerked against him, his cock slipping out of you mid thrust.
“Holy shit,” you laughed, chest heaving and Mark pulled you into a kiss, whimpering against your mouth. “Do that again,” you panted.
“You’re insane,” he shook his head, face and neck flushed red, fingers trembling from just how fucking needy he was for you.
“Sit back,” you said to him, turning around and straddling him again, his arms wrapping you from behind and settling over your stomach, his chest pressed flush against your back.
“I think I’m gonna cum already,” Mark moaned, laughing against the back of your neck as you sank down on his cock, a filthy wet sound between you. He kissed along your shoulders as he leaned further back against the headboard, taking you with him.
“Hold it a little,” you sighed, as your hips circled his cock slowly at first and your toes curled at the feel of him.
“I’m trying— fuck, believe me—” he whimpered as you bucked your hips upward then ground down onto him again, the feel of your ass slamming against his hips sending shockwaves to his core.
His cock curved into you at an impossible angle in this position. “You’re so deep…” you moaned, pressing your hand atop his where he pressed his palm against your belly. “Can feel you all the way in here…”
“Don’t— shit, don’t say that,” Mark’s eyes rolled back and his brows knit tight from pleasure. Your thighs were spread wide over his legs as you ground up then down again with wet bounces, meeting his hard upwards thrusts as his balls slapped against your ass, chasing the precipice of the heat between you two.
You licked your lips mischievously, a hand reaching behind your head to tug his hair hard, forcing his gaze to you. “Why? Cause it’ll make you cum?” He moaned, open mouthed and high pitched, both hands moving up to squeeze your bouncing tits tight in his palms. “Look at me, baby... want you to cum in me…”
Mark groaned. “Christ, I’m so fucking close…” his hands gripped your hips as he started bouncing you on his cock, the filthy plap! plap! plap! drowning your cries of pleasure. “I’m so fucking deep in you, baby, it’s driving me crazy…”
“I love you— I missed you—” You whined.
“You’re gonna make me cum inside you,” he groaned, bouncing you faster, the tip of his cock gently kissing your cervix. “Please, can I? Fuck— baby, I need it… tell me you want me to.”
“Cum inside me, Mark... Please—”
He moaned so loud it sounded like a broken sob. “I wanna get you pregnant,” he growled, voice feral. “Wanna fill you up— can’t believe you’re letting me.”
His thrusts turned monstrous, banding an arm over your front and pinning you flush against him, stuck in place like a toy as he planted his feet flat on the sheets, bent his knees and fucked up into you like he’d never be able to fuck you again.
“It’s too much—” You squirmed, thighs shaking from too much stimulation but he relented, his other hand toying furiously with your clit, splashing your wetness all over.
“I know—” he whined, his cock swelling up inside you and throbbing with impending release. “I know, I know— but it feels too good— so fucking good… I can’t stop—”
“Mark!”
Your pussy clenched violently around him, creaming on his cock as you shook and cried and he fucked you through it, his balls tightening up as he looked down at the sight of his cock going in and out of you.
“Gonna give you a baby,,” he groaned like he'd been shot. “Wanna put my baby in you so bad. Fuuuuck— I’m cumming—I’m cumming inside you—!” He slammed in as deep as he could go, his cock twitching violently inside you as thick, heavy ropes of his cum filled you up. “Oh my God, baby— shit, I’m still cumming…”
Your head was spinning. “Mark…” You were still shaking and his eyes went wide, even as exhaustion gnawed at him.
“Shit… I’m sorry,” he whispered after a long moment, voice small again. He rolled you both onto your sides, a hand rubbing the edge of your hip as he kissed your shoulder. “Are you okay?”
You hummed, still a little out of it, but still managing to turn your head and kiss him softly, slightly sore and fluttering around his cock.
Mark sighed into your mouth. “I… didn’t mean to spring all that on you like that…” he murmured. “It was a lot, I guess. I just… seeing that version of you messed me up.”
A little laugh left you, all hoarse and happy. “It’s okay,” you murmured, smiling. “It was kinda…fucking hot seeing you get like that.”
Mark let out a shy, embarrassed laugh and hid his face in your neck, cheeks burning red again. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”
You stroked his hair through it, glowing and so full of him. “I love you too.”
There was a soft beat of silence between you two, and his lips brushed your neck as he whispered, “I’m glad there’s other versions of me that always choose you.”
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THE OTHER YOU . when mark comes back from another dimension, he tells you about the other you. pairing ! mark grayson (invincible) x fem!reader cw ! porn with a tiny bit of plot, piv, first time cumming inside, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, slight switch!mark, slight cumplay, two lines worth of cervix fucking (nothing brutal and exaggerated), squirting. nicknames used : baby & invincible (lol) 📓 honestly, yeah . i want him NOW ‼️
Mark had been acting strange ever since he got back from dealing with a variant situation in another dimension.
He was extra clingy, even quieter lately and somehow more shy, a blushing mess everytime you would look over your shoulder and catch him staring at you. At first, it was endearing, just like it was when you two started dating. But then, it got even more odd.
He would cuddle extra close when you two slept together — which is alot considering he’s already melded to you while he sleeps, as if you two could be one body — but the cuddling would go from him wrapping a heavy arm over your front and spooning you from behind to him splaying a large palm over your stomach, at first just rubbing your skin and feeling your warmth. But then cradling it, as if there was something inside other than your guts that he was protecting.
You figured maybe the fights had just shaken him up. He never told you he saw her in that other dimension — your variant.
Tonight, the second you walked out of your bathroom, towel slung over your body and limbs achy from a long day, Mark floated through your bedroom window and he was on you like he hadn’t seen you in years.
He kissed you like he’d been starving, hands roaming desperately as he pulled you up against him then laid you down on your bed. His suit came off fast under your hands, tossed somewhere in the corner of the room as you took over and straddled him.
Mark laid back and you fucked him hard for the first round — your hips slamming against his pelvis and his hands trembling against your hips, yearning to touch but not daring to hurt you. You moaned his name the entire time as his eyes rolled back and he fucked up into you as he got close, with deep, passionate strokes while staring into your eyes, whispering how much he missed you, how much he loved you, how good you felt around him like this.
He came hard, pulling out at the last second and jerking his cock in short strokes as his cum spilled all over your pussy, thick ropes painting your swollen folds and soft belly.
You were still catching your breath when he rolled on top of you, breathing hard, his chest heaving from the effort.
“I love you,” he babbled over and over as his mouth trailed over your body, from the length of your sternum still shiny with sweat, to the side of your neck and the curve of your ribs. He kissed you stupid, his lips swollen and needy, his messy hair tickling your skin as he went lower and lower.
When he reached your abdomen, his tongue ran over the ropes of cum he left there, then down to your inner thighs.
“So pretty like this,” Mark whispered, voice shaky and cock swelling with need as you spread your legs for him again. “Let me look at you.”
“Mark,” you moaned, half warning but half yearning as he stroked a thumb over your beating clit, all leaky and sensitive but covered in his cum.
Your pussy was painted in him, all sticky and wet and his, and his eyes went dark with desire as he rubbed cock through the mess of his cum, sliding the head up and down your slit, coating himself in it.
“Fuck, baby—” he groaned. “Look what we did… that’s us.”
You lifted your head off the mattress and propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at where his shaft rubbed through your puffy folds, the pressure making your head dizzy.
“When I was in that other timeline…” his voice was rough, almost ashamed as he began, glancing up at you. “I saw her. Well, I saw you. You were there, a different you.”
You blinked up at him, still hazy. “What?”
“She was pregnant,” he whispered, and you almost didn’t hear him. “Like, really pregnant. Big round belly… she was glowing. And he— me, that other Mark— he had his hand on it, on her. He looked at her like she was everything.” He paused, then looked away. “The way I look at you.”
“Mark,” you reached up and cupped his cheek in your palm.
“I know it’s stupid. I know it wasn’t us,” Mark closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “I know it was him... and not the real you. But ever since I saw it… I can’t stop thinking about you like that.
“Fuck— I just… you, full with my baby. Your tits all heavy and your belly swollen… Carrying my kid…” His cock twitched hard against your cum-covered pussy.
You bit down on your bottom lip as your pussy pulsed against his cock. He felt it and his eyes opened — those big brown eyes — staring down at you with utter warmth, adoration and pure desire. Mark leaned down and your arms wrapped around his neck, your mouths meeting in a hot kiss, tongues in each other's mouths and chests pressed together.
He rubbed his cock harder against you, shaking as your legs enveloped his hips, pulling him closer to you. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” You whispered against his jaw, your lips trailing down his neck as his cock slid back and forth through your messy folds, the swollen head bumping your sensitive clit. “God— Mark, we’ve never…”
“I know,” his head fell forward against the side of your neck and he moaned low and long. “I know, baby, and we don’t have to…” He turned his head to look at you and you kissed him again, his shoulders slumping from the release of tension. “I’ll keep pulling out.”
“Yeah?” You smiled a little bit, then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But, I think… I think I don’t want you to,” you said.
Mark’s face went bright red the second the last syllable left your mouth. “I mean, we shouldn’t… It’s too risky and I’d never ask you to—” He looked at you for a long moment, then back down at where his cock was still flush against you and leaking.
He caved almost immediately. “But fuck, baby… it’s driving me crazy.”
You tilted your head teasingly, a smirk toying at the corner of your lips. “Then fuck me, Invincible.”
His hands settled on your hips, thumbs brushing nervously. “Yeah?” Mark smiled shyly at first, and it turned into a dopey grin when you nodded. “Yeah, you like that?” He kissed you greedily, adjusting his hips between your thighs and you moaned into his mouth.
It started gentle — soft little pecks, sweet little murmurs of “missed you” and “need you so bad” between kisses as you tugged at his hair and his hands slid up your thighs to your waist.
Then it turned hungrier, more desperate, with your hands trailing down his back as the kisses got sloppy and wet, nails trailing his skin gently but pulling him in deeper and Mark’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest like he needed you closer to breathe.
He cupped your tits in both hands as you shifted in his arms, squeezing and playing with them while he ground his throbbing cock against your weeping pussy. “Fuck… I’m so obsessed with these,” he breathed, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“I need you,” you breathed hard, reaching a hand down to wrap a fist around his length, pumping his leaking cockhead against your soaked pussy in short, tight pumps.
Mark moaned, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “You’re so good to me… so fucking good…”
You lined him up against your weeping hole and he sucked in a breath between his teeth, pushing his hips forward and rocking into you slowly. The mess of his cum coated the length of his cock and made a nasty wet sound as he buried himself to hilt.
Mark groaned like he was in pain. “Taking me so fucking good... everytime.”
You cried out his name, wrapping your legs tight around his hips as your back arched of the mattress and your pussy squeezed him like it was trying to push him out.
“Oh fuck, yes— fuck me, I want it.”
“So tight— baby, ease up, I’ll cum too quick,” he groaned, his head falling forward next to your head atop the mattress with a thud harsher than he intended, as he bucked his hips forward with another hot, heavy thrust, your pussy making a mess over his thighs, leaking slick down his balls.
“Sweetest pussy ever, I’m gonna fucking pass out—” He started fucking you faster, with deep, breeding strokes, humping right against your cervix like he was trying to knock you up for real.
The force of his body weight plus the slam of his hips sent you a few inches up the mattress each time.
“Mark—” with a whine, your palms splayed against the expanse of his back, nails dragging down his back— an effort to release some pressure because he was just so heavy, and hot and that not only meant the force of his weight against you from where he was fucking down into you but the size of his cock dragging in and out of your gummy walls.
“Mark— slow down,” you called again.
“I know, baby,” his cock practically weeped inside you, twitching and swelling with his impending orgasm. Both his arms dipped under your body and in one swift motion he hoisted you upright against him, the motion shifting his cock inside you at an unbearable angle.
“I shouldn’t want this,” he panted, eyes wild as he watched the way his cock moved in and out of you, a mess of cum and wetness. “But I do. I wanna put a baby in you so fucking bad.”
“Oh my God—fuck, m’gonna cum—shitshitshit!” you cried, shaky fingers reaching between your bodies for your swollen clit and he moaned, guttural and loud, the sound echoing in the room as he sat you flush on his cock, bottoming out deep inside you with a pornographic wet sound. You could hardly breathe.
“You like that shit? Gonna cum from this?” Mark swatted your hand away and clutched you tighter against him with one muscled arm, the other pinching your clit between a forefinger and thumb before circling it gently, then furiously then gently again, coaxing you to the edge.
“I could knock you up right now,” he panted, voice rough and desperate. “Tell me you want it— please, please, please, baby— let me cum in you…”
You were creaming all over him within minutes, moaning his name as his arms circled your body tight and he fucked up into you harder. “Fuuuuck, baby— yes, that’s it—” Mark groaned, nearly a scream, hot against your ear as his mouth licked hot and sloppy against your neck and cheek. “Cum for me— make me cum! Jesus, fuck, you’re gonna make me—”
“Wait— wait, Mark! I’m— it feels weird—fuck!” A hot gush of wetness left you with a scream and you jerked against him, his cock slipping out of you mid thrust.
“Holy shit,” you laughed, chest heaving and Mark pulled you into a kiss, whimpering against your mouth. “Do that again,” you panted.
“You’re insane,” he shook his head, face and neck flushed red, fingers trembling from just how fucking needy he was for you.
“Sit back,” you said to him, turning around and straddling him again, his arms wrapping you from behind and settling over your stomach, his chest pressed flush against your back.
“I think I’m gonna cum already,” Mark moaned, laughing against the back of your neck as you sank down on his cock, a filthy wet sound between you. He kissed along your shoulders as he leaned further back against the headboard, taking you with him.
“Hold it a little,” you sighed, as your hips circled his cock slowly at first and your toes curled at the feel of him.
“I’m trying— fuck, believe me—” he whimpered as you bucked your hips upward then ground down onto him again, the feel of your ass slamming against his hips sending shockwaves to his core.
His cock curved into you at an impossible angle in this position. “You’re so deep…” you moaned, pressing your hand atop his where he pressed his palm against your belly. “Can feel you all the way in here…”
“Don’t— shit, don’t say that,” Mark’s eyes rolled back and his brows knit tight from pleasure. Your thighs were spread wide over his legs as you ground up then down again with wet bounces, meeting his hard upwards thrusts as his balls slapped against your ass, chasing the precipice of the heat between you two.
You licked your lips mischievously, a hand reaching behind your head to tug his hair hard, forcing his gaze to you. “Why? Cause it’ll make you cum?” He moaned, open mouthed and high pitched, both hands moving up to squeeze your bouncing tits tight in his palms. “Look at me, baby... want you to cum in me…”
Mark groaned. “Christ, I’m so fucking close…” his hands gripped your hips as he started bouncing you on his cock, the filthy plap! plap! plap! drowning your cries of pleasure. “I’m so fucking deep in you, baby, it’s driving me crazy…”
“I love you— I missed you—” You whined.
“You’re gonna make me cum inside you,” he groaned, bouncing you faster, the tip of his cock gently kissing your cervix. “Please, can I? Fuck— baby, I need it… tell me you want me to.”
“Cum inside me, Mark... Please—”
He moaned so loud it sounded like a broken sob. “I wanna get you pregnant,” he growled, voice feral. “Wanna fill you up— can’t believe you’re letting me.”
His thrusts turned monstrous, banding an arm over your front and pinning you flush against him, stuck in place like a toy as he planted his feet flat on the sheets, bent his knees and fucked up into you like he’d never be able to fuck you again.
“It’s too much—” You squirmed, thighs shaking from too much stimulation but he relented, his other hand toying furiously with your clit, splashing your wetness all over.
“I know—” he whined, his cock swelling up inside you and throbbing with impending release. “I know, I know— but it feels too good— so fucking good… I can’t stop—”
“Mark!”
Your pussy clenched violently around him, creaming on his cock as you shook and cried and he fucked you through it, his balls tightening up as he looked down at the sight of his cock going in and out of you.
“Gonna give you a baby,,” he groaned like he'd been shot. “Wanna put my baby in you so bad. Fuuuuck— I’m cumming—I’m cumming inside you—!” He slammed in as deep as he could go, his cock twitching violently inside you as thick, heavy ropes of his cum filled you up. “Oh my God, baby— shit, I’m still cumming…”
Your head was spinning. “Mark…” You were still shaking and his eyes went wide, even as exhaustion gnawed at him.
“Shit… I’m sorry,” he whispered after a long moment, voice small again. He rolled you both onto your sides, a hand rubbing the edge of your hip as he kissed your shoulder. “Are you okay?”
You hummed, still a little out of it, but still managing to turn your head and kiss him softly, slightly sore and fluttering around his cock.
Mark sighed into your mouth. “I… didn’t mean to spring all that on you like that…” he murmured. “It was a lot, I guess. I just… seeing that version of you messed me up.”
A little laugh left you, all hoarse and happy. “It’s okay,” you murmured, smiling. “It was kinda…fucking hot seeing you get like that.”
Mark let out a shy, embarrassed laugh and hid his face in your neck, cheeks burning red again. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”
You stroked his hair through it, glowing and so full of him. “I love you too.”
There was a soft beat of silence between you two, and his lips brushed your neck as he whispered, “I’m glad there’s other versions of me that always choose you.”
🗒️ need that invincidihhhhhhhhhhh 😋😋😋
ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means
Ruination
pairing: royal guard!jason todd x princess!reader
summary: when reader is being pressured into a marriage, she finds an unlikely candidate she actually likes: jason, the captain of the guard
word count: 4.5k
warning/tags: sfw, fluff, fem!reader, readers' mom sucks, mild angst, no y/n, reader feels trapped in her life
The sharp knock at the door startles you from where you sprawled across your bed in your nightgown whilst half asleep. Without waiting for your response, the three women you've grown accustomed to since childhood walk inside your bedroom. The curtains are drawn back, your covers pulled off you, and the familiar sound of the bath filling breaks the once peaceful silence.
“I don’t want to go today,” you mumble into your pillow.
“You must attend the meeting with your family.” Alice, the oldest handmaiden of the three, pulls the covers further away from your reach as you try to cling to the warmth they gave you.
You sigh dramatically as you relent trying to steal the covers back from Alice, but she’s very persistent when she wants to be. “But why must I wake up at 8:30 when the meeting isn't till 11:00?” You wonder if she must tire from having this conversation so often.
“Because it takes an hour and half to get you ready and you also must eat breakfast before going. Now up.”
Slowly sitting up from the mattress and resting your feet against the bone chilling floor, you catch the sight of Gwen and Ira, your two other handmaidens, getting the bath ready and choosing the dress you are to wear at the meeting with your mother and father. You try to rub the sleep from your eyes, but you still feel like falling back into the heap of pillows and blankets.
First Date Receipt
Pairing: Jason Todd x reader
Summary: Jason keeps the receipt from your first date and you find out on a quiet, soft evening.
Disclosure: jason is a cutie, fluffy, jason is described to be taller than reader, could be read as gn!reader, no mentions of skin color and/or description of size/figure, they call each other baby, reader calls him jaylove, jason is a little self conscious of his actions
a/n: i haven’t written in so long but this flowed so easily, although i’m not that happy with my writing. let me know if you have some suggestion on what i could change. english is not my first language and this is not proofread. please don’t be afraid to like, reblog and/or comment!! 🫶
“I love this scene.” you murmur quietly, watching as a movie plays on the tv while you’re laying on the couch in your and Jason’s shared apartment.
Jason is sat next to you, one arm carefully laid across your shoulders as he twirls a piece of your hair between his fingers.
sleepbiting — dean winchester
when dean winchester's vampire girlfriend learns that biting dean won't turn him.
tags: drabble, LOTS OF BITING, vampire!fem!reader, established relationship, technically interspecies relationship..? human dean x vamp reader..?, suggestive at the end, descriptions of blood and injuries (consensual tho duh), a bit out of canon (vampires arent that bad in this world), wonky timeline, second person pov (0.9k words)

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thinking about slightly toxic best friend jason todd who tries not to get jealous or possessive especially like at bars and clubs, but can’t help it because reader is like his entire world
u are so right... jason todd x gn!reader. reader has a purse. jason being a moron who's in love w you. 1.9k
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"You know, if you want to go home, you can."
Jason sips his beer. "'M fine."
"You just seem tense is all. You haven't moved from this spot."
He looks at you. He'd dressed up a little, at your request, impressing upon him how judgy your co-workers can be. So Jason had shown up to tonight's bar in a silk maroon button-down, sleeves rolled, and nice slacks. He looks more like a CEO than the big boss does, except for the fact that he's been scowling all night, one hand gripping the neck of his beer.
everyone who reads and writes jason todd x reader fanfiction is actually just superboy prime. do not be fooled by his many alt accounts. he WANTS you to be decieved by his trickery
it’s true i’m literally superboy prime