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likeabxrdinflight · 3 days ago

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#fork found in kitchen#confession has ALWAYS been this fucked up#it's the secular law that has changed#and made it necessary for the church to remind people of this canon law#priests have and will continue to go to jail (or even die) to protect the seal of confession#and priests have and will continue to be excommunicated and defrocked for breaking the seal in favor of the law#also. there's a lot of people surprised that priests are not already mandated reporters#thats not true. in most places (in the US) priests ARE mandated reporters and always have been.#but most of those places have an exception for confessor-penitant privilege

Prev's tags felt important to include. It also feels important to note that in any other context, a priest is a mandated reporter. Catholic school teachers are mandated reporters, and all clergy, staff, and teachers affiliated with a catholic church will undergo a child abuse protection training called "protecting god's children" which will include information about mandated reporting. Confession, however, has also been the one exception. It shouldn't be, but this is the way it has always worked.

I will say this though, as someone who is a mandated reporter and has had to make calls to child protective services- in theory, the law makes sense. In theory it is in place to protect children and keep them safe. In theory we should all want that, right? We should want abuse to be stopped and children to be kept safe. But in practice? That just doesn't happen. I agree that priests should be bound by the same laws and limits to confidentiality as any helping profession- if I have to break the therapeutic relationship to report suspected child abuse or neglect, so should a priest. Churches shouldn't be above the law in this way. Especially the catholic church, which has a pretty notorious history of abusing children itself.

But it is worth acknowledging the nuance that in reality, child protective services are almost always dead fucking useless. I hate when I have to call them, nothing fills me with more dread as a clinician, because I know what's almost inevitably going to happen- families get upset with me, everyone's freaked out and anxious, if I'm treating a child they're going to be scared about being taken away from their parents, if I'm treating an adult they're either going to be pissed off with me or anxious or both. Often the opportunity to actually help the family is compromised. And then CPS will either hear my report and say "we can't do anything sorry" or they'll visit the family one time and then close the case. It is rare, in my experience, that they actually intervene in a way that anyone finds helpful. It is rare that they provide the kinds of supports and services that actually do prevent child abuse. And it is rare that a child is actually removed from an abusive situation. And in the circumstances where they are, it's usually traumatizing for the entire family system. Anyone who's worked adjacent to the foster care system will know how badly this can go.

It is also worth noting that this system can be exploited, and it certainly can be racist. Black and brown parents are significantly more likely to be reported for child abuse, and black and brown children are significantly more likely to be removed from their homes on the rare case that CPS actually does decide to intervene. The system is often punitive, not supportive, and it frequently upholds white supremacy. And I think, very often, the thing CPS is supposed to do- protect children from abuse- doesn't actually happen. Maybe every once in a while a child's life is saved. But many more children are only further traumatized. Many many more are not protected, and abuse continues to happen behind closed doors. Many who are removed from their abusive families end up in equally if not more abusive foster homes. Around and around it goes.

So I am not saying that priests deserve some special exception to the law just because they're priests and just because they work in a religious setting. A mandated reporter is a mandated reporter, there should be no exceptions. But it is worth having a conversation about whether or not mandated reporting itself actually helps anyone. It is worth having a conversation about whether or not CPS actually does any good, and it is worth having a conversation about how this system more often than not fails to protect children and families and is instead used as an extension of the police force. Is this really the best way to help prevent or stop child abuse? I certainly don't think it is.

in case anyone was forgetting what the church was all about

#child abuse cw #I obviously can't give details on the cases I've had to report #but trust me when I say that regardless of the reason I've had to make those calls #nothing good ever seems to come from it

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bullet-prooflove · 3 days ago

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Mood: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz @fadeinsol

Summary: Jack reacts badly when you surprise him with a trip to Germany.

Companion piece to:

Tummy Tingles - Jack feels his first flush of desire since Maria's death.

Go Your Own Way - Jack struggles with his feelings for you.

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Balance - Jack reveals his feelings for you but they come with complications.

Three Days (NSFW) - Jack spends three days making you his.

Messy - John doesn't mind getting a little messy when it's with you.

Off Limits - An awkward start to the day leads Jack to make a claim on your affections.

The Go Bag - Your relationship with Jack takes a turn when you discover another go bag in his car.

Nadine - Jack's sister in law is a real piece of work.

Hawaii - Jack discovers who he really is when you book a trip to Hawaii.

Silk (NSFW) - Jack loves the sight of you in silk.

Sucker - Jack pulls out all the stops in order to win an important race.

Boston - You reflect on the past after your ex-husband makes an appearance on a trying day.

This God Damn Fucking Day - Jack steps into the fray with things get messy between you and you ex-husband.

Misdemeanour - Jack's forced to step in when you get arrested because of your ex-husband.

Fishtail - Jack helps you decompress in the aftermath of your ex-husband.

Love Language (NSFW) - Jack has his own unique love language.

What Puts You On That Ledge - Jack finds away to pull you off that ledge.

Champagne Gold (NSFW) - Jack never thought he'd marry again.

Masochist - You and Jack have an indepth understanding of one another.

Seven Shades of Fucked Up (NSFW) - You know exactly how to get Jack off.

Part of the Job - Violence has always been part of the job, but this time it hits a little too close to home for Jack.

Pittfest - Jack's day turns into a nightmare when he recieves a notification from the hospital regarding a mass casuality event.

Snapband - Jack's worst fear comes true during a mass casuality event.

Blood (NSFW) - Jack takes care of you in the aftermath of Pittfest in his own special way.

Life Raft - Jack reaches out when he sees that you're struggling.

Bread - Jack finds his own way to cope with almost losing you at Pittfest.

Overcompensating - A problem with Jack's prosthetic leads him to overcompensate during his shift.

Good Boy (NSFW) - You use alternative methods to get Jack to agree to take care of himself.

A Goddamn Miracle Worker - You always know the perfect way to take care of Jack.

Jack’s in a mood. He’s been in a mood ever since you woke him up and told him you need to get your asses to the airport because you’re flying to Ottobock’s clinic in Munich to get his new prosthetic leg fitted. He sits in the window seat of the plane, his arms crossed over his chest with a pout on his features that reminds of the early days of your relationship, when you thought your colleague hated you.

“You shouldn’t have surprised me like this.” He informs you, shoulders drawn up as he stares at the back of the seat in front of him. “I’m serious, you shouldn’t have-”

“I’m not apologising for solving a problem that is literally effecting your day to day existence.” You inform him as you flick through the magazine you picked up in the airport. “So suck it up buttercup, this is happening.”

“It’s not fair of you to use your connections like this when there are hundreds of people ahead of me on the waiting list. Why is my need greater than theirs?” He argues and you toss the magazine into the empty seat next to you before you turn to face him.

“Because your current leg is slowing you down Jack. You know it and I know it.” You erupt, gesturing at the space where his prosthetic resides as months of frustration seeps out of you. “There’s going to come a time when it fails you, when you can’t get to that patient quick enough or you can’t do what you need to do and that is going to haunt you, it’s going to eat you up from the inside out and I do not want that! I don’t want you blaming yourself for a faulty piece of equipment that should have been replaced months ago!”

“It’s still not right.” He grumbles, collapsing back into his seat with a huff and staring out the window. "I don't deserve special treatment."

“Well you can spent the next nine hours being super mad about it or you can lift the armrest and we can nap together so we’re fresh when we get to the other side.” You inform him, removing your headphones and sleep mask from your carry on.

His jaw clenches, the corded muscles in his throat prominent as he swallows hard, his gaze fixed on the clouds outside.

“I don’t need a nap.” He tells you putting his elbow on the armrest, keeping it firmly in place. It feels like a slap in the fucking face, just like he intended.

“Fine you wanna be an asshole, be an asshole.” You say, jamming your headphones into your ears. “I’ll still be here when you decide not to be.”

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444sturns · 2 days ago

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⋮ bf!chris headcanons .ᐟ - first relationship. ⓘ fluff, angst, a lil smut, the whole package.

bf!chris... who jumped at the opportunity to ask you out the moment he built the courage. he made sure to do it perfectly and by the book— he asked for your friend's blessings beforehand. he insisted on picking you up at your front door, flowers in hand. was really corny and he knew it, but he wanted it to be perfect for you.

bf!chris… who was so eager to take you home to meet his parents. he knew they’d adore you— they did.

bf!chris... who dedicates every friday night to taking you out somewhere. it doesn’t have to be someplace crazy, he just really loves showing you off as much as possible now that he can.

bf!chris… who sends you a selfie of himself every single morning in the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth, captioned “so that you have no excuse to not wanna kiss me.”

bf!chris… who smothers you with affection — he’s forever covering your face with little kisses, mumbling soft “i love you”’s in between each one. always holding your hand or just simply keeping a hand on you at all times. the closeness isn’t something you’re used to, but it’s sweet.

bf!chris… who has taken a liking to your skincare routine and loves to join in when he can. newsflash: he just likes to have you do it for him— gives him a good look at your face, all up close. kid’s a total goofball and so in love.

bf!chris… who is a little worried, thinking he’s not good enough to be your first everything. so, he pours his everything into showing up for you, proving himself even when he doesn’t need to.

bf!chris… who always apologizes first, even though he never has to. he always wants to make things right.

bf!chris… who tends to get a little bit of an attitude with you if you’ve had one with him. he drives you up the wall with the attitude, but my god, it kicks you back into gear every time.

“listen, kid, you run your mouth and i run mine. if y’don’t like it, then don’t cop an attitude.”

“i copped an attitude because you’re being a dick, chris.”

“i’m never a dick for no good reason. you’re walkin’ around here huffin’ and puffin’ over what? don’t gotta take the bad mood out on me, y’know.”

bf!chris… who nuzzles his nose against your neck, all soft and sweet, when he knows he upset you. he makes it up to you every single time, but not without reminding you that you needed that attitude adjustment to begin with.

bf!chris… who, even after months of dating you, is absolutely wrecked by your praises when he’s doing something right.

“you’re so good at that.” turns him into a puddle. always will.

⨳ special thank u message to @oopsiedaisydeer for this cute ass idea — ily.

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ooooo-mcyt · 1 day ago

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I know "What happened to Mean Gills?" was an oorp joke not even made in the Life Series but I'm incorporating it into my character analysis anyways because it is so indicative of one of the most fascinating character traits of Martyn to me.

That being, Martyn always wants people to be simultaneously stable and disposable in his life.

"What happened to Mean Gills?" you happened to Mean Gills, Martyn. You poured a bucket of lava on Scott and stabbed him in the back. You killed him, before what was meant to be a fair fight, and then in victory you proclaimed to the world that allegiances don't matter. That's what happened to Mean Gills.

Martyn often talks about people like they're disposable, he claims to have no issue with using and betraying people, with lying to them, because his survival and victory is all that matters. And to a point this is how he treats people. Martyn will lie to the people who trust him, Martyn will stab them in the back, Martyn will do what it takes to survive, because Martyn is a survivor.

But Martyn is a lot more attached to people than he likes to admit- His King, His Mean Gill, His Big Dog, His, His, His, Martyn is deeply attached to his people, both possessively and protectively, more dependent on them than he likes to admit. There's a reason he keeps lingering, keeps getting drawn back to the same people, he cares about them, whether he'll often admit it outright or not.

I have a lot of sympathy for Martyn being someone who I think is torn between the very human desire for survival and independence and the equally human desire for connection and stability. I have a lot of sympathy for the way Martyn breaks his own heart over and over just to feel like he's free and capable enough to do so even though he loses so much in the process.

But this is a behavior pattern that impacts other people too, and a person is fundamentally not an object to pick up and drop as is comfortable. Martyn cannot have his cake and eat it too, he cannot betray and lie to people over and over and still expect them to be His Person, a fact Martyn often struggles to internalize. His own connection draws him back to people he's hurt in the past and it's hard for him when they have walls up now even though he did this.

(interestingly, i think mean gills might be an exception to the "you can't have your cake and eat it too" rule to an extent- scott isn't naive enough to trust martyn, but he's often very okay with being treated like an asset by people he loves. scott has a very special brand of self dehumanization where he'll spend seasons carving off pieces of himself to give to his partners, calculating how much to give until it's more economic to just die for them. so like. martyn could honestly probably just grab onto scott again and they'd be back like martyn never stabbed him in the back. but despite the fact that i think scott specifically would probably be remarkably tolerant of martyn's more destructive relationship habits, i still think "what happened to mean gills?" is a good showcase of martyn's view on things)

Anyways yeah I just think Martyn is fascinating he is so destructive to himself and others and it makes me so sad.

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666thtoolofhell · 1 day ago

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random person: [talks shit about langdon]

mel:

1. [is unamused/bothered/irked and it shows]

2. [leaves]

3. [strongly disagrees/makes factual and valid argument against]

4. [doubts the seriousness and proceeds to question the absurdity of the statement]

5. [thinks she must've heard wrong, surely]

6. [gets sad/hurt about it]

7. [ignores the complete and utter nonsense just spouted]

8. [hides]

9. [uses escapism to deal with the upsetting occurrence/dissociates]

10. [seeks comfort directly from the source]

ppl who love mel but hate langdon honestly baffle me. like?? even outside of all the shipping stuff he’s still her work bestie. her special little guy. her silly rabbit, even

#kingdon #if youre gonna 🤬🗯️ her soulmate to her face at least be aware shes proficient with a scalpel io drills 💉 and all sorts of ⚒️#such as defibrillators staple 🔫 needles and 🧵 ✂️ forceps intubation kits and the like #she can whirl her 🩺 about like a lasso or use it as a whip #she knows how to inflict maximum damage with bedpans 🌡️ 👅 depressors and the administration of carefully selected 💊#(she also can and will strap you to a 🛏️ and drain some of your 🩸 to calm you ⬇️ if need be do not test her)#mel believes people should 🤔💬 better before they 🗣️ ill of others and remember to always try to be respectful and polite #specially when it comes to the ones she holds dear to her and cares about the most #(i need to 👀 protective/💢😡 on behalf of another mel on the 🖥️ with my own two 👁️👁️ pitt gods 🥺🙏🏻 deliver)#just dont mess with her husky seriously even the most good tempered 🐶 owners can get 🤪🔪 about their mutts [source: me a 🐕 owner]#how can anyone seriously 🫤👎🏻 langdon? or any of the characters really. couldnt be me.#i 💓 them all so much. too much even. i should maybe chill a little.#and if one does indeed hate our local court jester how would one even enjoy his relationship no matter what kind with our beloved princess?#does. not. compute.#regardless theyre a 📦 deal already do not separate can only be sold as a pair et cetera #👩🏼‍⚕️🤝🏻🧑🏻‍⚕️

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andy-wm · 2 days ago

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In the Mood for Love?

<me: always>

Love isn't rare

Humans fall in and out of love as often as the wind changes. We, as a society, love to be in love. And many of us aspire above all, to have love in our own lives. But in a world of 3-second attention spans, and 15 minutes of fame, and influencers vying for our engagement everywhere we turn, it's hard to stay focused, even on love.

So for anything in this modern life to grab and hold our attention, to endure in our minds, it must have a stronger pull than all the ads and the algorithms. It must be more powerful than the best marketing strategies.

It must be a wonderful, amazing thing indeed.

Truthfully, if you had asked me pre-2018 if I could imagine myself mesmerised by the (unconfirmed) relationship between two idols, I would have scoffed at the idea.

This is not something I ever thought I'd be prepared to go to war over.

Yet here we are.

Right now I can't imagine anything more wonderful and amazing than the love between these two beautiful people who we adore.

It didn't come easy.

It's a hard-won love between two men who have sacrificed their youth to achieve their dreams, who live their lives in front of cameras and face the harshest criticism imaginable for the slightest mistake.

Many of us have watched this love story unfolding before our eyes. We saw the looks they shared and the glances that passed in secret.

We knew before they did, how this would go.

We stood on the sidelines, by turns anxious and overjoyed, as they blossomed into adults and learned how to love one another fully.

We watched them laugh and cry together.

We watched them fight and then make up.

We were there when they were so wrapped up in their mutual affection that they didn't see us.

When they didn't see anyone but each other.

We watched them grow into and around and through one another until they became inseperable.

Until they could not be undone.

We have been through it all, if not with them, then alongside them.

Cheering for them, defending them, and holding space for them in a fandom that at best refused to acknowledge them and at worst despised their bond, we havent wavered.

We have been by their side, and we have been on their side.

And what a privilege it has been.

With their military service coming to an end, we will see them together again... finally.

No doubt they will have changed, individually and together.

No doubt the men we knew before will be different in many ways when they come home.

Will they share more with us?

Will they share less?

Will they vanish into their dark fortress, or into Hybe, and be too busy to talk to us?

Will they turn on Weverse live at 2am and throw parties with us?

It's impossible to know, so it's pointless to have expectations.

But what we do know is that they have been together all this time collecting stories and experiences they (probably) would love to tell us but (probably) can't share.

This phase of their lives has been lived without us - it's a whole chapter we know nothing about. Most likely the time they've spent camouflaged amongst the other ROKA soldiers will remain a mystery.

And isn't that marvellous!?1

I find it delicious, knowing they've been getting up to who knows what without cameras or critics to squash their joy or catch them out.

Singing in the shower is just the tip of the iceberg when we know they're always side-by-side.

But with or without us, I truly believe that this is one of the greatest love stories of our time.

No, love itself is not rare, but this one is.

This resiliant, joyful, full-hearted love is special

It is worth acknowledging.

Worth celebrating.

And worth defending.

💜❤️‍🔥💛

As always, these opinions are my own.

#park jimin #jeon jungguk #jikook #kookmin #국민 #true love #celebrate love #jimin and jungkook #busan boys

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elwensa · 2 days ago

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A Special Hatchling (2023)

Ooooh boy here it is! My favourite OW comic I ever did! This is the foundation of my Sick Feldspar headcanons. Before making that comic, I started hinting at the fact that Feldspar was a runt, and that Gneiss had quite a strong connection with them. And with this comic, I finally gave a proper origin to all of this! I have a soft spot for stories of the little guy becoming something great, and I applied that to Feldspar's backstory. A weak, sickly, stunted baby that will later become the hero of the village. I just enjoy that very much! This also develops the headcanons I had about Gneiss. I imagined them being very soft and sweet from the beginning. Not very adventurous but always eager to help people. A bit naive, but you can't blame them, they were still very young by that time. The truely had hope for Feldspar's survival, when the rest of the village pretty much assumed they wouldn't survive.

This is also a more proper introduction to Jasper, who I first drew in this comic. They basically were the Hearthians' Mayor before Rutile, and the former doctor of the village. Not much to say about them, they're the typical grumpy and strict but caring old fish, who tends to be just a tad too down-to-earth. They had a very close relationship with Rutile and Gneiss. For their look, I took a design from a scrapped Hearthian in the OW art book, and I thought it would be funny to make them look like a mix of all the Founders together. They're one of the few adults I created to fuel my Young Founders and Sick Feldspar headcanons. I really, really like this comic! And for the newcomers, I hope you'll like it too! Feel free to ask me questions about this headcanon!! ::D

#outer wilds #outer wilds fanart #outer wilds comic #outer wilds fan comic #Sick Feldspar Headcanon #elwensa's outer wilds comics #Young Founders Headcanon #outer wilds feldspar #feldspar #outer wilds gneiss #gneiss

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btsstraykidsateez · 2 days ago

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All Ours.-Felix.(NSFW.)

Dirty talk, fingering, pussy eating, missionary, riding, unsafe sex, creampie.

What you loved the most about your relationship was knowing that everything that people saw about you and Felix in public was far from what you two were like behind closed doors. The public would see a loving couple who held hands, laughed, kissed and were very romantic. Not a single soul could say that your relationship wasn't genuine or special.

But they never saw the dirty part of your relationship.

When your front door closed and the rest of the world faded out.

When the soft, gentle boyfriend who held your hand in public would pin your wrists above your head as he fucked into you.

When the words from a soft spoken man became filthy, breathless and desperate.

You loved this side of your relationship not just for the fact that no one would ever see it, but because even if you could show it off to the public, you wouldn't. You loved showing Felix off, loved having him show you off, but these intimate, dirty moments belonged to you two and the rest of the world would never be worthy of seeing it.

"Look at you." Felix groaned, pushing your legs apart, "So fucking beautiful and it's all for me."

You nod, "Only you."

He grinned at you, "Yeah? This pussy belong to me?"

He placed two fingers on your clit and started rubbing causing you to groan at the contact. You grabbed at the sheets and felt your face flush when your legs started shaking. It really never took much for your body to react to him.

"Ye-Yes." You stutter, "It's all yours."

"Good." He replied, kissing your knee before moving to kiss the other.

He was kneeling between your legs, your naked body on display. Your arousal was obvious between your thighs as well as other places. Your nipples were hard, face flushed and even your neck was flushed. He could feel your legs trembling around him and it had his cock throbbing from where it was pressed against the inside of your thigh.

You could feel his pre-cum smearing against your skin and you wanted nothing more than to take his cock into your mouth and suck it until his voice got so deep that you couldn't understand what he was saying. His voice always got like that when he was on the edge of an orgasm and you fucking loved it.

"Felix," You moan, "need your mouth. Please."

The sound of you begging always worked. He never hesitated to bury his face into your pussy once you begged.

He knelt between your legs, his eyes locked on your most intimate place. He leaned down and inhaled deeply, a groan escaping his throat. "Fuck, you smell so good," he murmured. "I could eat this pussy all day and never get tired of it."

He started with slow, deliberate licks, tasting you, teasing you. You squirmed beneath him, trying to urge him on, but he held your hips down, keeping you in place.

"Patience," he chuckled, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "I'm going to take my time with you. I want to savor every fucking second."

He focused on your clit, sucking gently, his tongue flicking out to tease. You moaned, your body already trembling with need. He looked up at you, a wicked grin on his lips.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You like it when I suck on this little clit. It's so sensitive, so responsive. Just like you."

He returned his attention to your pussy, his tongue delving inside, fucking you slowly with it. You cried out, your hands fisting the sheets, your body writhing.

"Felix," you panted. "Please. More."

He obliged, his fingers joining the action, stretching you, preparing you. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Take it. Take everything I give you."

He returned to your clit, sucking and licking with a fervor that had your body tensing, your orgasm building. But just as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled back, a evil smile on his face.

"Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "I want you to cum on my fingers first. I want to feel that pussy milk me."

He pushed two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that special spot. You cried out, your body clenching around him. He began to move his fingers in and out, his thumb circling your clit, his mouth sucking and biting at your inner thighs.

"Come on, baby," he urged. "Let me feel it. Let me feel that pussy cum all over my fingers."

Your body obeyed, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you shaking, your vision blurring. He continued to finger you through it, his movements slow and gentle now, drawing out your pleasure.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing your inner thigh softly. "Now, let's see if I can make you cum again."

He dove back in, his tongue and fingers working in unison, his dirty talk never ceasing. "Your pussy is so beautiful when it's flushed and swollen like this," he murmured. "And so fucking tasty. I could live between these thighs and die a happy man."

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his fingers curling inside you, and you were lost. Your body tensed, your back arching off the bed as a second orgasm tore through you, even more intense than the first.

He looked up at you, his chin glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smile on his lips. "That's my girl," he said, crawling up your body, his cock hard and ready, "So fucking beautiful."

"Felix, please." You moan, "I need you so bad."

He chuckled and slowly started jerking his cock just to tease you. You licked your lips at the sight, the way his tip glistened with pre cum had your mouth watering. You wanted to suck on his cock so bad but you knew he was ready to fuck you. You'd end up sucking his cock later anyway, but you couldn't help but crave the weight and taste of it in your mouth.

"Look at you." He whispered, "So fucking desperate for it. Even after two orgasms that pussy is so fucking ready for my cock."

You whine and grab his shoulders, "Felix, please. I need you to fuck me."

He groaned and kissed you hard stealing the air from your lungs. You wrap your legs around his waist to try and keep him pressed against you. You didn't want any space between you two.

"Going to make you cum again all over my cock." Felix promised, "Then you can suck my cock afterwards if you want to so bad."

You can only nod as you tighten your legs around him. Your desperation has his cock throbbing and he can't take it anymore. He has to be inside of you. He has to feel your pussy clench and spasm around his cock as you cum on it.

He kisses you one more time before pressing his cock against your pussy groaning at the feeling of your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He slowly pushed into you, inch by inch, your body stretching to accommodate him. You both moaned at the sensation, the intimacy of it, the raw, primal connection that only the two of you shared.

"Felix," you gasped, your nails digging into his back. "You feel so good."

He began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was both familiar and intoxicating. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to draw out your pleasure, to make you feel every inch of him. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was as hungry as it was tender.

He broke away, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked onto yours. "I love you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I love every fucking part of you."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, his words hitting you right in the chest. "I love you too," you whispered.

He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that was reserved only for you. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more urgent. He reached down and grabbed your leg, hitching it higher around his waist to go even deeper. You moaned, the angle hitting that sweet spot inside you perfectly.

"Right there," you panted. "Don't stop."

He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that vibrated through your body. "I won't, baby. I'm going to fuck you just like this until you can't take it anymore."

He kept his promise, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving you higher and higher. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your inner muscles clenching around him.

"Felix," you cried out, your voice hoarse with emotion and exertion. "I'm close. So close."

He leaned down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Cum for me. Let me feel that pussy milk my cock."

Your body obeyed, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you shaking, your vision blurring. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his back, your body convulsing around him.

He groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, you feel so good," he panted.

He reached between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. "Again," he demanded. "I want to feel you cum again."

You thought you were spent, but his touch, his words, his body moving inside you, it was all too much. You felt another orgasm building, your body responding to his every command.

"Felix," you moaned. "I can't. It's too much."

He smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. "You can, baby. You will."

He picked up the pace, his fingers working your clit, his cock filling you completely. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your body a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with sensation.

"Cum for me," he growled. "Now."

And you did. Your body exploded in another orgasm, even more intense. You screamed his name, your body bucking wildly beneath him.

He groaned, his body tensing as he found his release, your inner muscles milking him for all he was worth. He collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged.

But he wasn't done. He rolled off you, pulling you with him so you were straddling his hips, his cock still hard and ready. "Ride me," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock."

You smiled, a slow, sexy smile as you positioned yourself above him, his cock pressing against your messy pussy. You took him inch by inch, your body stretching to accommodate him once again. You began to move, your hips rolling, your body taking control.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his hands on your hips, guiding you. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good."

You leaned back, your hands on his thighs for support, your body moving in a sensual rhythm. You could feel every inch of him, the way he filled you, completed you. You moved faster, your body chasing another release, your breath coming in quick gasps.

He reached up, his hands cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking sexy."

You moaned, your body responding to his touch, his words. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your inner muscles clenching around him.

"Felix," you panted. "I'm close."

He smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. "Then cum for me, baby. Let me watch you cum all over my cock again."

And you did. Your body shook through another orgasm, your vision blurring, your entire being convulsing, your inner muscles milking him for all he was worth.

He groaned, his body tensing as he found his release with you, your bodies moving in sync, your breaths mingling, your hearts pounding as one.

You collapsed on top of him, your body spent, your mind blissfully empty. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his cock still pulsing inside you.

"Love you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You too," you whispered, your eyes already heavy with exhaustion.

And as you both drifted off to sleep, your bodies still connected, you knew that this was what true intimacy was. It was raw, it was real, and it was all yours.

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Villain Creation System Chapter 2

Pairing/s: Invincible x Reader x Invincible Variants

Chapter 1

Synopsis:

You died. Literally. The process itself was nothing special. The interesting part is what happened after. Instead of the abyss or paradise, a mysterious voice strikes up a deal with you in front of your fresh corpse.

[I am the Villain Creation System, if you want a second chance at life, then you must corrupt the souls of various Mark Graysons across the multiverse.] “Do I have a choice?” [Of course! Agree to our terms, or spend the rest of eternity alone and conscious of your own nonexistence, unable to move on to the next life and barred from what your ilk calls Heaven.] [ ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ] “…okay, sold.” [Yay!]

You successfully destroyed the lives of different versions of Mark Grayson, but when it’s time to claim your prize, something goes wrong and you are stuck in this godforsaken timeline. What’s worse was that they have found you.

“Come with me and we will rule the universe together.” “Be my wife and bear my children. No harm will ever come to you.” “After you died, no one could compare to you, not even your own corpse.”

You: (•_•)

Trigger Warnings: you are literally dead, death in general, dark humor (e.g. necrophilia jokes), innuendos, mild swearing, mentions of violence and bodily harm, toxic relationships, the Marks are their own warning

444 Alternate Universes Ago…

The instant you agreed to sell your soul, or rather, save it, you were teleported away from the site of your death and into a pure white space.

[Scanning Host’s memories…]

[Re-calibrating for comfort…]

There was a ding and the whiteness shifted into a gorgeous lobby with expensive wallpaper and a wooden floor. The place was green with all sorts of hanging and standing plants. One wall was just a giant floor-to-ceiling window pane framed by curtains, behind the glass were trees as far as the eyes can see. In the middle of the room was a singular sofa, the one you always wanted but could never afford in life.

[To minimize damage to the Host’s mental health, the Main System instructed me to shape the Soulscape into your ideal space. I looked into your memories and recreated all the repeating trends you saved on your Pinterest board.]

“... you read my mind?”

[You sound upset. Rest assured, after you agreed to become my Host, we are now intimately intertwined. I have access to the deepest recesses of your mind.]

You did not appreciate the way it said “intimately” and you certainly did not like how casually it treated breaching your privacy.

[If you are scared about my knowing the memories that your kind deems “shameful” or “embarrassing” then do not be afraid; we systems do not care about such unimportant things.]

“Just… stop.” You walked over to the window. You could see a mountain range from this point. It looked like you were in a mountain lodge.

[Ah, I might as well tell you, but we are in a pocket dimension that’s been limited to simulate your ideal space for working and thinking. If you were to leave this area, which you can’t, you will not find trees.]

“I get it.” You put your hand on the glass. “Outside of this room there’s only that white void.”

[Ding. Host is correct. You’re not as dumb as I thought.]

You ignored its unintentional jab and took a seat on the sofa. If you were alive you might have fallen straight to sleep with its welcoming softness, but because you didn’t have a physical form you felt awake, vigorous. You’ve never felt this… lack of fatigue when you were alive.

“Let’s get this over with.”

[You’re lucky, Host, compared to other systems the demands for our contract is easy.]

A holographic display flashed before you to reveal a few animated clips of Invincible.

You knew that the show was about a superhero named “Invincible” and his dad was a piece of shit who ran his face through a train full of civilians, and you did see a couple of short clips online, but that was it. Surface level stuff. The series skyrocketed into mainstream popularity during the pandemic but you didn’t get the chance to join the bandwagon before you died.

You had a lot of questions. Not just about the show or the system, but the whole “Is there a God?” and “Do our choices even matter?” package. But you were in no mood to be insulted again so you decided to keep such questions to yourself.

[For each mission world that you enter, you have but one simple task: break that universe’s Mark Grayson to the point of villainy.]

The screen paused and zoomed in on a bloodied Invincible, his right eye was swollen and his hero suit was torn.

The system then played a clapping noise. [Easy, no? Other systems usually have their contractors move into the body of pre-existing characters so those people need to maintain their character settings within 80% or risk getting too OOC and hurting the fabric of reality.]

“Wait a minute, what are the parameters for villainy?” You threw an accusing finger at the screen, not at Mark but at the system. “The task is too vague, how will I know that he is villainous enough for me to move on to the next world? Morality is relative.”

[Host is sharp. Are you perhaps afraid that we’re tricking you?]

Your eyebrow twitched.

The screen showed what appeared to be a health bar, but instead of red or green, it was black. Above it was the word “DARKENING.”

[This bar measures what we consider the corruption of one’s soul. No tricks or whatever.]

“How do I know what counts as corruption?”

[Unfortunately, detailing what constitutes as “corruption” itself is far beyond my capabilities, but luckily for you, you don’t need to know that. Just understand that as long as the bar reaches 100% the mission will be considered successful.]

“Fine,” you capitulated. “Do I get a cheat or a skill? A lot of isekai mangas and webnovels have that.”

[This is not fiction, Host.]

It paused.

[But yes, you do have access to cheat items.]

There was a ding and the screen showed you a digital store with a search bar and a shopping cart.

[You don’t have any currency at the moment, but a successful mission will give you reward points that you can spend.]

You browsed the products: “The Little Mermaid’s Voice in a Bottle. One sip and you can make any man, woman, or sea creature do your bidding!” for 25000 points.

“White Moonlight, Untainted. Look ethereal even as you wither away from a terminal illness and become a beautiful memory that haunts his dreams with this perfume!” for 22000 points.

“It’s Alive! Imbue sentience to anything, from a churro to a stuffed toy with this ray gun! (disclaimer: the system is not responsible for any vengeful, murderous object that you cursed with thought)” for 50000.

Every product felt like one sick joke after another.

“Is the amount of reward points constant for every mission?”

[No, your reward points will be proportional to your grade, which will be proportional to the difficulty of the mission world.]

You got it. Just because they were all Mark Grayson didn’t guarantee that they were the same. Not just them, the settings could be unlike your Earth but dystopian, the “stories” may not even take place on Earth.

“Does using system cheats affect my grade? How am I graded? And how many worlds before I can get my life back?”

[To answer the Host: no, using cheats is irrelevant so long as you do your job successfully.]

[As for the grading criteria, it all depends on the Host’s performance in each world. Please direct your attention to the screen.] The light monitor displayed the criteria.

[The grades you can achieve by doing your mission are listed from lowest to highest: C, B, A and S. You must achieve a hundred S-graded missions in order to return to your original world, or the equivalent of a hundred S grades, like a thousand A’s.]

“But you just said I only have one task, to darken Mark Grayson, with zero other requirements, shouldn’t I be on a pass or fail grading system?”

[Spoken like a true nerd–]

You wondered if it was possible to physically choke this thing.

[Ahem.]

[According to the Main System, a pass or fail grading scheme is too harsh.]

“Then what is the breakdown for my grades? What is the percentage–”

[Geez. I was bred for helping lost souls but you are loquacious for someone who just died.]

“Sorry, am I annoying you?” You crossed your arms. “My life is on the line here.”

The system sighed, actually sighed. You didn’t think you would ever be on the receiving end of a sigh from a night-omniscient, maybe-divine, maybe-demonic artificial intelligence.

[Don’t sweat the small stuff, Host.]

You swallowed the lump of irritation in your throat and inquired, “Do I get access to the plots of these worlds?”

[That’s a negative. Depending on the world, we may be able to provide a brief overview, but we can’t provide you minute details or predict the future.]

“But these universes aren’t even real, right? Surely–”

[Host, with each work of fiction, there will be fanfiction and fan arts made. For every piece of fan content that is created, a branch of the universe is created, and from each branch blooms a new world. Think of a copy of a copy of a copy, ad infinitum, some so close to each other that they’re almost impossible to tell apart, others so fantastically different from the original that you can tell immediately, but even those that differ from the original are bound to have produced branches of their own. Sorting these parallel dimensions would be too troublesome.]

You massaged your temples. “Okay, I think I understand.” Basically, knowing the future is useless because you wouldn’t know that it is the future, but a future.

“But why do you want to turn Mark Grayson into villains? Shouldn’t he be a villain already?”

[A lot of these Marks were created simultaneously by fans, some with care, some without thought about how they became the way that they are. These Marks had to come from somewhere. But they were created by humans, who are finite creatures, so the laws established within these realities are often arbitrary. The World Consciousness, that is, the force that keeps each alternative universe from collapsing, will compensate for the missing puzzle pieces. But its work is not without flaws. It’s a machine working on a set of preprogrammed commands, so it is bound to have missed something or encounter a situation that was not included in its original instructions, resulting in imperfect solutions. Your world does not have this problem, because it was created by an infinite, all-knowing being.]

“That… sounds like a lot of work.”

[It is.]

“So why bother?”

The system replied cheerfully: [Because it is our job.]

You groaned inwardly. Guess this was your life now.

“Okay.” You exhaled, patting your cheeks. “Okay, I can do this.”

[Does Host have any further questions?]

“Shouldn’t I at least know the main timeline’s plot?”

[Ding. Request denied.]

“What?!”

[Host, I told you, a lot of the parallel universes are eerily similar to each other, and these universes are almost exact replicas of the main one. There is a reason why humans are not given the ability to see the future. If you could then the fear of making the wrong choice can cripple you to the point of uselessness.]

“So you want me to go in blind? In a world of supers and villains that cut through normies like they’re veggies?”

[It is the will of the Main System. But I did receive authorization to provide minor details should they help.]

“...”

[...]

“Fine.”

[Does Host have any further questions?]

“None at the moment.”

[Ding. Then prepare for transmigration. Be not afraid for this system shall accompany you every step of the way.]

“Oh, goodie.”

[Communicating with World Consciousness…]

[Gestating…Creating Host’s backstory…]

[Synchronizing souls…]

[Initiating transfer ... 1%, 43% ... ]

You were lulled to unconsciousness. Your soul ebbed into the stream of time and space. For a while you felt… almost free. Weightless as you were carried by the Main System through various dimensions.

[... 98%, 99% ... Transfer complete.]

[Ding. Invincible Alternative Universe No. 1 welcomes you. World Difficulty: Tutorial Level.]

[Happy darkening, Host!]

When you came to, the feeling of weightlessness was gone, replaced by the familiar ache in your back and shoulders and heaviness under your eyes. You observed the environment. You were in a university. Even without the system providing you details, the giant, imposing buildings and wandering undead young adults were a dead give away.

You lifted your hands. They were exactly like the ones your old body–your real body–had. The fingernails cut too short, the calloused pads, the climbing veins too visible under the thin skin.

You touched your face. Same nose. Same contours.

“I’m actually here,” you muttered, still processing. It wasn’t just because you were in a new reality, it was because of the unfamiliar memories–

While you were being transferred to this body, memories of your life here poured into your mind seamlessly.

You were Mark Grayson’s next door neighbor and childhood friend, but when you turned twelve your family had to move countries. But now you were back in town and starting college.

It was scary how they fit so well into your head.

[Don’t worry, Host, in a way, you have achieved enlightenment. You are aware of the so-called fourth wall. You don’t have to fear losing yourself to these false memories.]

You stared at your hand, opening and closing it. “Let’s hope so.”

You turned your attention to your surroundings. “What now?”

[For now, may I suggest you start walking to class? You don’t want to be late.]

***

The good news was that the you of this universe was also pre-med. Even better news was that you had a philosophy elective, which wasn’t an option when you were in college.

Your professor was a stocky built middle-aged man who wore a tweed sweater and thick black spectacles.

He stood behind a podium and spoke in that unique way only intellectuals seemed to speak. For a fictional character, he was an excellent lecturer. You didn’t take notes. You couldn’t, you were too busy debating with him.

“You’re saying that you would choose to sacrifice five people for one person?” He asked.

“No, I’m saying that the choice is not that easy–”

“Of course not, that’s the entire dilemma.” The whole class laughed.

You didn’t back down. “What I mean is that we’re so intent on choosing between the needs of the many and that of the few that are presently in front of us, that we forget that the trolley problem was created to demonstrate that a utilitarian view is not applicable to mortals.”

“Explain.”

“Well, we are given the options with so little information. We are forced to make life or death decisions under the assumption that we know everything. What if the one person we decided to sacrifice was a super genius who could cure cancer? What if the five people we decided to save were terrorists or robbers or murderers? The problem shows that we cannot make a decision based purely on the outcome because as humans, we are incapable of knowing everything.”

The professor was grinning. “Excellent point.”

The bell rang.

He sighed. “Sadly, that’s it for today’s lectures. I hope the next class will have another enthusiastic debate, and not just with one person. I already uploaded the reading materials for the next session. Please do not neglect them.”

You packed your untouched notebook and unused pen.

“You still use actual paper for taking notes?”

That voice. No way–

[The target, Mark Grayson, is here.]

Your memories of him were foggy, as are most childhood memories.

He was taller than you remembered. His limbs were less lanky now, too. His shoulders were broad and his arms bulged against his quarter sleeves.

Gone was the graceless boy who used to cry when he tripped playing tag.

Standing before you now was a young man who exuded confidence.

[Ding. Affection: 5%. Darkening: 3%.]

[Ding. Affection: 5.1%. Darkening: 3%.]

You were so confused, until he chuckled and you realized that you’ve been staring, way more than what was socially acceptable.

Willing your attention back to your things, you explained, “Writing makes it easier, but I digitize my notes at home.”

[Affection: 5.2%. Darkening: 3%.]

“That so…” He purred, reaching over to play with the hamburger keychain hanging from your bag. “I’ve never seen anyone talk that passionately with Professor Harper. Did you just start attending classes?”

“Um. No?” You started the semester at the same time as everyone else.

“That’s weird, cause there’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed a pretty thing like you.”

“...are you hitting on me?”

His smile hardened, surprised, then he snorted. Then he laughed. “Wow, you’re cute.”

[Affection: 5.3%. Darkening: 3%.]

Hold on.

“Wait. You don’t remember me, do you?”

This time his grin left his face completely. “Ah, crap. Did we already–”

“Mark, it’s me.”

“...”

Total blank.

He tilted his head, thinking. Then he snapped his fingers. “Amber’s party?”

Silence.

“No? Was it at the freshman orientation? Was it prom? Jesus, that was so long ago–I mean, uh…”

[Affection: 5%. Darkening: 3%.]

You shouldn’t feel offended, after all, it’s not like he was your friend, and yet you could not stop the frustration that swarmed you.

You pressed a finger to his chest and told him your name.

For a second, you thought that jogged his memory, but no, he simply raised his palms in the air in surrender. “Sorry, I don’t usually remember a lot of my flings. Nothing personal, I swear.”

Your logic quickly overrode your petty feelings and you pulled back. “Right. Nevermind.”

[Affection: 4.9%. Darkening: 3%.]

Asshole.

[Host, an orifice he may be, he is still your ticket to a happy life.]

“You don’t have to remind me,” you huffed.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.” You grabbed the straps of your bag and breathed. You then glanced back at him and asked, “Wanna grab an early lunch?”

Mark fell quiet. So did the system.

Through your mind, you directly communicated with the system, Did I do something wrong?

[You have the eyes of a dead fish.]

It stopped.

Then it added: [And you sounded like someone who crossed paths with an acquaintance and politely asked them how was their day even though you don’t care but you had to because they definitely saw you and it would be weird to just walk away.]

Well. Shit.

As you scrambled for a backup plan, Mark laughed again.

[Affection: 5.5%. Darkening: 3%.]

“Sure, I could eat.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. I know a good burger place.”

“Just so you know, I’m not paying.”

He chuckled.

The restaurant was called Burger Mart, and he wasn’t joking when he said the place served good burgers–actually, that adjective undermines how amazing they are.

The bun was soft and fluffy. There was no trace of the usual cheap American cheese that felt like plastic on your tongue but actual, melt-in-your mouth cheese. The lettuce was crispy and the tomato super tangy. And the meat patty? Thick and juicy and perfectly seasoned.

Mark watched, half-horrified, half-impressed, as you chomped down your second ultra deluxe cheeseburger. He was barely done with his. He wasn’t trying to be judgmental, but the burger was comically huge. He didn’t expect you to finish half, let alone order another round.

“You sure like burgers…”

You dipped a fry in your sundae and then put it in the burger. “I always celebrate finishing an exam with lots of carbs.”

“Exams?”

Oh.

You cleared your throat. “I mean, a successful debate.”

“You were really cool back there.”

“You don’t have to make fun of me.”

“I mean it though.”

You snuck a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. For the first time since you two interacted, he looked serious.

“Eh.” It was a basic thing to discuss in a first year philosophy class, nothing worthy of compliments. That being said, you enjoyed when the professor praised you. Who doesn’t like praise?

“You still didn’t make it clear whether you would choose one person or five people, though.”

Your jaws worked overtime as you tried to argue.

He interrupted you, “Don’t tell me that ‘that’s not the point.’”

He then leaned on his elbows. “No omniscience, no extra information. If you were put in a scenario where you have to choose between one person’s life or five other lives, I wanna know which would you choose?”

You slowed your chewing and tilted your head.

You then answered, “I would choose the option that lets me save everyone.”

He snorted. “There is no third option.”

“Then I’ll make one.”

His eyes widened, then he grinned sardonically and reclined into the vinyl cushion. “That’s optimistic.”

You wish.

“Nah. It’s more like…” You didn’t want that blood on your hands and be blamed. “I’m a coward who hates confrontation.”

He glanced at the window, then his chin dipped with a chuckle.

[Affection: 7%. Darkening: 3%.]

You didn’t know what happened. But you were eating a burger and no one has attacked you so you were going to consider this a win.

After you finished the last of your fries, Mark offered to walk you to your dorm, which was sweet, you had to admit. However, his smart watch beeped.

His face scrunched up with irritation.

You saved him the trouble of coming up with a lie. “That looks important.” You then told him you’d be fine on your own and watched as he reluctantly left you alone in front of Burger Mart.

“Now that he’s gone, mind telling me what that affection meter is all about?”

[It’s exactly what you think it is. It measures the target’s affection for you, in this case, it’s specific to romantic affection.]

“You said there were no other requirements.”

[This is not a requirement, more like a … necessity, to ensure both your survival here and to improve your ability to increase his darkness.]

You stared at the two bars. One was pink, the other was black.

[Throughout history and fiction, humans have become victims and instigators for the name of love. And Mark Grayson may be a superman who can fly and survive the vacuum of space and punch through cement, but he is just a man.]

You hate to say it, but you understand.

author's note: gee, i wonder which mark is this?

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Chapter 3: coming soon.

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thirteenheavens · 16 hours ago

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Hi! I love the way you write!

How do you think friends with benefits with svt is going to be?

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Notes: decided to post some while on my break enjoy!

Word count: 1k+

Seungcheol:

Seungcheol, being the leader, maintains a strict boundary between personal and professional life. When it comes to friends with benefits, he's gentle but firm. "I want you to be comfortable with all of us," he says during your first private conversation about the arrangement. "But our relationship stays strictly physical."

When you're together, he's dominant but attentive, always ensuring your pleasure first. "Tell me what you need," he'll whisper against your skin, his hands exploring your body with skilled precision. Aftercare is important to him, with Seungcheol often cuddling and talking with you afterward. "You're special to me," he'll admit quietly, "even if this isn't conventional."

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan's personality shines through in your intimate encounters - he's playful, teasing, and often makes you laugh. "Come here, pretty," he'll say with a smirk, beckoning you closer. "Let's have some fun together."

During sex, Jeonghan is passionate and enthusiastic, his long hair falling around both of you as he kisses every inch of your body. "You're so responsive," he praises, loving how easily you react to his touch. Afterward, he often brushes your hair while humming softly. "You're the only one I let see this side of me," he confesses, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Joshua:

Joshua is sweet and caring in your intimate moments, always ensuring you feel comfortable and safe. "You're beautiful," he'll murmur, gently running his fingers through your hair. "Let me take care of you tonight."

His touch is gentle but confident, his movements measured and controlled. Joshua pays attention to every reaction, adjusting his pace and pressure based on your responses. Afterward, he'll often hold you close and sing softly until you fall asleep. "Rest well, baby," he'll whisper, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Jun:

Jun is intense and passionate, his eyes never leaving your body as he worships you. "You're mine tonight," he growls possessively, his hands gripping your hips as he enters you. "No one else gets to see you like this."

His movements are rough and primal, his body pressing you down into the mattress with each thrust. Jun knows exactly how to make you unravel, playing with your sensitive spots until you're begging for release. Afterward, he holds you possessively against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "You're perfect," he whispers, "absolutely perfect."

Hoshi:

Hoshi's energy and playfulness make for exciting encounters - he's always full of surprises and loves trying new things. "Get ready for the ride of your life," he'll say with a wink, already reaching for the toys he's hidden.

He's a skilled multitasker, often stimulating multiple parts of your body at once with his hands and mouth. "You're trembling so much," he teases, "I love how sensitive you are." Afterward, Hoshi will dance around the room, doing silly celebratory moves while singing about your amazing sex session. "That was incredible!" he'll shout, "Let's do it again tomorrow!"

Wonwoo:

Wonwoo is quiet and reserved in your intimate moments, but he makes up for it with his intense focus and attention to detail. "Lie back and let me make you feel good," he'll say, his voice low and husky. "I want to take my time with you."

His touch is slow and deliberate, exploring every inch of your body with care. Wonwoo seems to know exactly what you need without you having to say a word. After bringing you to multiple orgasms, he'll wrap himself around you protectively. "You're amazing," he whispers against your skin, "and all mine."

Woozi:

Woozi is both gentle and dominant during sex, knowing exactly how to balance between the two to drive you wild. "On your knees," he'll command softly, already removing his clothes. "I want to see that perfect ass of yours."

He's particularly skilled with his fingers and mouth, often making you cum multiple times before even entering you. "You taste so good when you're desperate," he'll say with satisfaction. Afterward, Woozi likes to stay close, pulling you against his chest as he catches his breath. "That was better than any of my music," he'll joke, though there's truth in his words.

Minghao:

Minghao's approach is both artistic and sensual, treating your body like a canvas for his desires. "Stay still," he'll say as he paints intricate patterns across your skin with his tongue. "I want to make art on you."

His movements are fluid and graceful, just like his dance moves, as he brings you to new heights of pleasure. "You're so beautiful when you're coming apart," he'll whisper, capturing your reactions with his eyes. Afterward, Minghao will often draw or paint as you cuddle together, using your body as inspiration for his next masterpiece. "You inspire me in ways I never thought possible," he confesses, sketching a delicate heart on your thigh.

Mingyu:

Mingyu is gentle but passionate, treating you with care while giving you exactly what you need. "I want to worship every inch of you," he'll say as he spreads you out on the bed. "Let me show you how beautiful you are."

His body is warm and solid against yours, his large hands exploring your curves with practiced ease. Mingyu loves making you moan, finding all your sensitive spots with precision. Afterward, he'll often massage your muscles, his strong hands working out any tension while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. "You're perfect," he'll murmur, "every single part of you."

Dokyeom:

Dokyeom is playful and energetic, always finding new ways to keep things interesting in bed. "Hey sexy," he'll say with a cheeky grin, already undressing. "Ready for a fun time?"

He's enthusiastic and vocal during sex, often making you laugh with his silly comments. "Your body is like a dream," he'll moan, "I could stay here forever." Afterward, he'll curl up beside you and sing you love songs until you fall asleep. "You're my favorite melody," he'll say softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Seungkwan:

Seungkwan is loud and confident in bed, not afraid to express his pleasure or what he wants. "I want to hear you scream my name," he'll demand as he enters you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

His thrusts are deep and powerful, punctuated by his vocalizations of pleasure. "Fuck yes, just like that," he'll groan, "you're taking me so well." After, Seungkwan likes to cuddle and chat about the experience, often telling you how amazing you were. "Your body is incredible," he'll praise, "and I can't wait to do that again soon."

Vernon:

Vernon is calm and collected during sex, his confidence coming from years of knowing your body. "Relax for me, baby," he'll say softly, already positioning himself between your legs. "I'll take care of everything."

His pace is steady and controlled, hitting your sweet spot with each deliberate thrust. "You feel so good around me," he'll murmur, his breath hot against your neck. Afterward, Vernon will shower you with gentle kisses and whispered praises. "You did so well," he'll say, "I'm proud of you."

Chan:

Chan is energetic and youthful, his enthusiasm for sex infectious. "I've been thinking about this all day," he'll admit with a playful grin, already removing his clothes. "Let me show you what I've been imagining."

His movements are fast and passionate, but still controlled enough to avoid being too rough. "You're so flexible," he'll praise, "I love how easily you move with me." After reaching your peak together, Chan will hold you close and whisper about his fantasies. "I have so many more ideas," he confesses, "want to hear them?"

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bullet-prooflove · 2 days ago

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A Force of Nature: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz @fadeinsol

Summary: Jack makes a suggestion regarding Germany.