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[wallywaffle]

NSFW

warning: incubus bf likes to share, orgy, two ps in one v, anal, incubus guys fucking each other while they wait to fuck you

Imagine incubus!bf bringing you to his group of friends. They’ve all been eyeing you for quite a bit, and thankfully your bf loves to share his pretty girlfriend!

“Ain’t she the cutest?”

“Oh wow, her tummy is so soft!”

You’re surrounded by pretty men, some on the feminine side and others tall and muscular. Every single one of them had their hands on your body, feeling and groping your soft flesh.

“My love is quite sensitive too~” your boyfriend cooed, opening up your plump thighs. “Every time I breathe on her clit she gets all wet…”

One of his friends dipped their head between your thighs, giving your perky clit a soft lick. You squirmed in embarrassment, looking to your lover with a pout.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I love watching…”

You weren’t sure what to think about these men making out with your pussy, pushing their fingers into your cunt while talking about how tight you were… but it was making you very wet to know your boyfriend was watching.

“C’mon, aren’t you gonna fuck her already?” Incubus!bf said with a pout, stroking one of his friends cocks. “See how wet she is? Hmph, and you all call yourself incubi…”

He helped guide one of his friends’ cocks to your pussy, beginning to get hard when he watched the head stretch you out.

“F-fuck… she feels so good, we’ll have to do this often…” the friend murmured, fucking into you.

Some of them offered their cocks to you, and you sucked and jerked them off like a good girl. Your boyfriend loved watching this, stroking his cock to the sight of his girlfriend being used~

The other incubi started fondling each other, too horny while waiting their turn.

You watched as the taller incubi quickly dominated the shorter ones, stroking the shorter ones cocks as they pounded their asses. The sight had your pussy dripping, because they had their eyes on you the whole time.

At some point you felt another cock enter your pussy, the incubi making out over you as their cocks rubbed against each other inside your warm cunt. Their tongues tangled together, and their tilted up your head so you could join the heated kiss.

Each incubus there got a turn with you, and your boyfriend smiled fondly as he eyed your leaking pussy.

He buried his face between your thighs, licking up all the semen that filled you up.

“Mmm… did you have fun, love? We can do this next month too…”

He kissed your head then pulled you close, letting your pussy keep his cock warm as you fell asleep.

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[wallywaffle]

Move in with me

in which the jjk men ask you to move in with them.

‹ 3 incl: gojo, toji, sukuna, geto, choso, nanami.

have fun reading!💘

conts: fluff.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

© gojodickbig on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy in any way, etc.

[wallywaffle]

Move in with me

in which the jjk men ask you to move in with them.

‹ 3 incl: gojo, toji, sukuna, geto, choso, nanami.

have fun reading!💘

conts: fluff.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

© gojodickbig on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy in any way, etc.

[wallywaffle]

there’s someone else pt.2

summary: the jjk men finally see where they went wrong

incl: gojo, fushiguro, sukuna

pt.1 • pt.2

pt.3 • pt.4

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: f! reader, cursing, angst, reader standing on business, sexual content, sukuna being sukuna

taglist: @kodzukensworld

a/n: thank you everyone for the love on part 1!! this is the most feedback ive ever had on anything i’ve ever created and im so glad you guys are loving it! part 3 with more jjk men is in the works :3

[wallywaffle]

𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐜𝐨𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲/𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 (𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐲), 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞™

conquest who scoops you up from the rubble of your home, flies miles above earth, and licks his thumb to wipe the blood and soot from your soft little face. a pretty little thing, with wide terrified eyes like little moons, and lips that, though bleeding and chapped now, would be pink and pretty like the flesh of a cherry.

conquest who is charmed at how you wiggle and curse in his iron grip. one flex of his finger, and your bones would crumble to dust. but you were so soft... your tender skin still carried a hint of that sweet feminine scent, creamy and light.

conquest who gives you an ultimatum. become his, or he'll drop you back to earth and let you die with the rest of your people. it wouldn't phase him in the slightest, he's crushed flowers like you before without hesitation. still, he can't help but smile tenderly when your little mouth mewls and begs for his mercy.

and this is his mercy.

a quaint home on Viltrum, isolated from the rest of the community of Viltrumites, not that you could complain. not like they'd save you.

conquest who lays out his expectations for you: do not leave the house unless accompanied by him, look after yourself and make yourself pretty for when he comes back from 'work', cook for him, clean for him, mate with him each and every night. and never, EVER refer to him by his given name.

you start out with 'sir'.

conquest who rewards your good behaviour with gruff praises and rough touches, his big hands kneading at your breasts from behind as he towers over you, watching you keenly as you chop veggies without complaint.

'would you look at that... good woman,' he purrs, his big warm body up against your back, chuckling deeply when the thick, meaty press of his hardened cock against your back makes you squeak and nearly slice the top of your finger. 'it's okay, little one... you're doing so well. i can be patient for good little kittens like you.'

conquest who eats with relish and abandon, his big cruel heart swelling for his sweet little wife, who eats so slowly across from him. you know what's coming, you're trying to delay the inevitable. it's the funniest thing in the world to him.

'come on, kitten. it's time.'

conquest who surprises you when he takes your clothes off so gently, as if he were undressing a glass doll, his grunts becoming purrs as he explores your tender body with his giant, calloused hands. chuckles when your little nipples stiffen when he runs a thumb over them just right, hums contemplatively as the scent of your little cunt reaches his sensitive nose. slick, warm, and ready to accept his seed. but he wants to try something first.

conquest whose unshakable war drum of a pulse quickens when he bullies his head between your thighs and probes past your folds with his thick, slobbery tongue, the delectable taste of your juices like the finest victory banquet, the gorgeous whimpers and babbles from your lips rousing his heart and body better than any cries of war.

conquest who doesn't stop nosing and licking and slobbering over that pretty cunt until your thighs are shaking and you yowl weakly for mercy, your release saturating his wiry moustache several times over. he kneels on the bed, towering above you, chuckling fondly as you mewl for him, your expression soft, that awful frown and furrowed brow nowhere to be seen. you're in bliss, and he gave that to you. something inside him melts, while something else clicks into place.

conquest who takes his time when mating. he knows your species is delicate, but he's learning how to push its limits. he knows how to fit his big, meaty cock inside your little hole, listens to what angles make you cry with pain and whine with pleasure. he shushes you like a fussy kitten, presses his palm gently down on your lower tummy to feel the swell of his manhood moulding your precious gummy walls into his shape, croons softly, 'look, little one... look at how well you take me. like you were made to hold my cock inside you.'

conquest who quickly becomes devoted to his beautiful girl. this little thing, who was supposed to be a trophy, a decoration, a pet for his amusement, and who had instead smoothed over centuries of loneliness and despair with a smile. soon enough, he spent more and more time at home. when he did leave, which he was reluctant to do more and more nowadays, he would bring back offerings to his wife, presenting them for her appraisal with a grunt. a slightly crushed wildflower, a sparkling meteorite shard, pastries from several planets away that he'd kept warm by holding them close to his body. it was enough to excuse the amount of blood that covered him, that you'd wash off him reverently in the large bath, sitting in his lap as you lathered up his burly, hairy torso, not hiding your soft smile at his pleased purrs that made your body vibrate.

conquest who is pleasantly surprised when 'sir' becomes 'darling', and 'sweetheart', and 'honey', and 'love'. such gentle words... they make this heartless destroyer melt. he who has never known love has come to love, deeply. he would slaughter nations, turn planets into barren wastelands, kill his own people, all for you. you and only you. his little queen, his spoiled little kitten.

conquest who really does begin to spoil you, so grateful for you just being here with him. eating out your yummy pussy happily when you praise his strength, playing with your precious clit absentmindedly when you sit with him and tell him about your favourite things, making love to you for hours after you make him the meals he likes (coincidentally his favourite foods are everything you make for him), showering you with physical affection, attention, praise and gifts from far and wide.

'my little woman... my beautiful woman... how i love you.'

conquest who knows when he holds you tight to his body each and every night, cradling your naked form and pressing his cum back inside you with a thick lazy finger as you whine sleepily and doze into dreamland, that you no longer dream of escape. of your home planet, of your friends and family. no, you only dream of him. you are his greatest conquest. well... apart from one.

conquest who lets out a possessive, primal growl as he splays his rough hand over your abdomen, covering it entirely, feeling that bump that's just beginning to protrude beneath your soft tummy. his son is inside your womb. you have been conquered forever by his seed: your body will be glorious, your breasts will fill with sweet nourishing milk that both he and his young will sup from, your beautiful curves shall multiply, and you'll pad about the house with his babies on your hip for the rest of your life. his kitten. his little woman. forever. and he can finally sleep with a smile.

eeeeeeeee i'm so normal i'm so normal i'm so normal....................pls conquest nation i know you're out there, come to me and request more gross old alien man waaaaaaaah :33

[wallywaffle]

I LOVE YOUR WORKS OMG

Can I ask if you can write some random headcanons for some of his variants??(like viltrumite mark, shiesty/cowboy mark, sinister mark, lensless mark, Omni mark, mohawk and full masked mark) 😔

THANK YOU, ANON.

Here's (Nicknames they'd call you + Random headcanons at the end) :D

Nicknames They’d Call You

Because each Mark has his own way of expressing (or suppressing) his feelings for you.

Alternate Invincible/Reader

ft: Viltrumite Mark, Sinister Mark, No Goggles Mark , Omnivincible, Mohawk Mark, Fully Masked Mark , Striped Mark, UNmasked Mark

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Omnivincible - Pet, my mate, my little human

Omnivincible doesn’t see you as his equal, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cherish you. He calls you pet with a sickening amount of affection, stroking your cheek like he’s admiring his favorite possession. When he calls you my mate, it’s always with this deep, territorial rumble, like he’s reminding himself that you belong to him. And little human? That one slips out when he’s being soft—when he’s tucking you into his side after a battle, or when he lets you trace the scars on his arms.

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Mohawk Mark - Babe, punk, little menace

Mohawk Mark has a carefree and rebellious spirit that shines through in everything he does. He calls you babe casually, showing his affection without overthinking it. When he calls you punk, it’s a playful nickname that reflects his appreciation for your boldness and attitude. And little menace is a cheeky way of acknowledging the trouble you get into together, with a hint of admiration for your adventurous nature. He loves the energy you bring into his life, making every moment feel electrifying and full of excitement.

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Sinister Mark - Annoyance, pest, my toy

He swears he doesn’t care about you. You’re just an annoyance, always poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. A pest who lingers in the back of his mind when he should be focusing on more important things. But when he lets his guard down? When it’s just the two of you in the dead of night, and he’s watching you with something unreadable in his eyes? That’s when he calls you my toy. His voice is low, almost dangerous, and he’s daring you to prove him wrong—to show him you mean more to him than that.

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Target/Striped Mark - Lowlife, my dear, little thing

To Target Mark, you’re a weak little human, and he reminds you of that constantly. “Stay out of my way, lowlife,” he sneers, but there’s something almost possessive in the way he says it. When he’s in a rare good mood, he might call you my dear, drawing it out with that infuriating smirk. And when you surprise him—when you fight back, when you show him you’re not as breakable as he thought—that’s when he calls you little thing. His voice goes soft, almost fond. You’re not his equal, but you intrigue him.

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No Goggles Mark - You, idiot, my weakness

He’s so angry at himself for caring about you. You’re an idiot for staying by his side, and he’s an idiot for letting you. When he calls you you, it’s always laced with frustration—“You. Get out of here.” But you never do. And that makes you his weakness. He won’t admit it, but the way his hands linger on you, the way his voice breaks when he thinks you’re hurt—it’s undeniable.

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Viltrumite Mark - Beloved, my reason, treasure

Viltrumite Mark has no need for petty human emotions, or so he tells himself. But when he holds you, when he looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world, he calls you beloved. His reason. His treasure. He says them with quiet reverence, his forehead pressed to yours, like he’s trying to commit you to memory in case he loses you.

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Unmasked Mark - Hope, light, angel

You’re the only thing good left in his world. Hope is what he calls you when he looks at you like he wants to believe in something again. Light is whispered under his breath when you smile at him, when you pull him back from the edge. And angel? That one’s different. That one’s said in a cracked voice, in a moment of pure vulnerability, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he says it out loud.

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Fully Masked Mark - My love, precious, mine

He’s obsessed with you. He doesn’t just love you—he needs you. My love is murmured like a prayer, over and over again, as he pulls you closer. Precious is spoken with an almost painful tenderness, as if he’s terrified of breaking you. But mine? Mine is the one he says with raw desperation, with a steel grip around your wrist, with a look in his eyes that says he’ll never let you go.

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RANDOM HEADCANONS

Omnivincible-

- He views you as a treasured possession, and any threat to your safety sparks his ruthless side. He'll eliminate anyone he perceives as a danger to you without hesitation.

-His affection often comes with an unsettling undertone, as he sees you as a part of his empire. He may stroke your cheek affectionately, but it’s always with an intensity that says you’re his and his alone.

- He struggles with guilt over his conquests and often tries to ease that burden by keeping you close. He wants to ensure you never feel the weight of his actions, even if it means manipulating your perceptions of the world around you

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Mohawk Mark

-He drags you into chaotic escapades, often without a second thought. The thrill of danger exhilarates him, and he finds joy in testing boundaries—even if it leads to reckless decisions.

-He loves to tease you, calling you babe and punk with a playful smirk, but there’s an edge to his playfulness. He enjoys watching you squirm and will push your buttons just to see how far he can go.

-Beneath his carefree facade lies a cunning strategist. He revels in the chaos he creates, and while he enjoys your company, he’ll never hesitate to put his own desires first, even if it puts you at risk.

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Sinister Mark

-He views you as a possession, often declaring you my toy in a way that sends chills down your spine. His fixation grows darker, making you both intrigued and terrified by his affection.

-He often displays affection in morbid ways, like collecting small tokens of your presence—things you’ve touched or worn. He might kiss your lips a little too hard, deliberately biting them to draw a bit of blood, relishing the taste as a reminder of his connection to you.

-He revels in the fear he instills, often letting you see the darker sides of his nature. When he whispers twisted fantasies to you, he may lean in close and trace the cut on your lip with his tongue, ensuring you know that your pain and pleasure are intricately linked in his mind.

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Target/Striped Mark

-He revels in his superiority and constantly reminds you of your place beneath him. Calling you lowlife is a power play, a way to assert his dominance while simultaneously being drawn to you.

- In rare moments of vulnerability, he might let his guard down, but it’s often laced with condescension. When he calls you my dear, there’s a mix of arrogance and genuine fondness, a battle within himself.

- He enjoys keeping you close, but it’s always with an agenda. He’ll use you as a pawn in his plans, making it clear that your existence serves his interests above all else.

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No Goggles Mark 

- Mark thrives on chaos and enjoys provoking reactions from you. His wild grin and giddy laughter reveal how much he relishes the destruction around him, and he finds joy in scaring you just as much as he enjoys the thrill of battle. He might playfully challenge you to hit him, genuinely excited about the pain, seeing it as a game to push your limits.

-He has a twisted sense of affection, mixing playful teasing with darker impulses. When he holds you close, it’s with an intensity that’s both possessive and thrilling. He’ll laugh off injuries, encouraging you to hit him or even react violently, finding a strange delight in the way you both navigate fear and excitement together.

-Despite his unpredictable and dangerous nature, Mark possesses an unsettling charm. He can switch from terrifying to oddly sweet in an instant, making it hard to decipher his true intentions. He might grip your shoulders tightly, leaning in close with a mischievous glint in his eye, leaving you both intrigued and unsettled by his unpredictable behavior.

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Viltrumite Mark

- He tries to suppress his feelings for you, believing that emotions are a weakness. But beneath that facade lies a man who’s torn between duty to the empire and his desire for you.

-He views his love as a weakness, and though he tries to push you away, he often pulls you closer when it suits him. Your presence is comforting, but he sees it as a distraction from his greater goals.

- When he admits feelings for you, it’s in a way that reflects his indoctrination. He may see you as a potential ally in his conquest, complicating your relationship with his ulterior motives.

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Unmasked Mark

- Your presence serves as a reminder of what he’s lost, and he often feels unworthy of your affection. He fights against his darker instincts, wanting to protect you but fearing he might hurt you instead.

- He admires you deeply, but his self-loathing often leads him to push you away. He’ll call you hope in moments of desperation, longing for the innocence you represent.

-While he cherishes you, he sees you as a light in his darkness—a burden he feels guilty about. He fears what he might become, yet he clings to you in hopes of redemption.

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Fully Masked Mark

- He’s utterly obsessed with you and will go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side. His possessiveness often leads him to isolate you from others, believing he’s protecting you.

- He sees you as his salvation from the horrors of his world, and while he loves you fiercely, he often intertwines that love with his darker impulses.

-When he wraps his arms and legs around you, it’s a desperate attempt to feel whole. He often whispers sweet affirmations, but there’s a darkness lurking beneath his devotion—an ever-present fear of losing you to the world he’s created.

(this took me so long to write; im gonna explode)

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masterlist!! :D

errmmm masterlist for fanfics or other stuff!!!

You can also find most of this stuff on my Ao3 :3

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INVINCIBLE STUFF!!!!

Between Shadows and Light (Alternate Invincible/reader) - ao3 version

No Escape (Sinister Mark/reader) - ao3 version

Powerful reader scenario??? (no name)

Overwatch Mercy-Like!Reader x Invincible & Rexsplode

Betrothed?!? (Starfire!Reader x Invincible)

Kryptonian!Reader x Invincible

Giant Prespectives (Invincible x Height Powers!Reader)

After the Fall (Conquest/Reader) / Part 2

Alternate Invincible Headcanons & What Nickname they'd call you (Alternate Invincible/Reader)

Not Yet (Conquest/Reader)

Invincible Variants Jealosy Headcanons (Alternate Invincible/Reader)

Cooking Togheter (Rex Sloan/Shrinking Rae)

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bestie PLEASEEEE just more smut with conquest (the runner up from the poll was kinks and i am VERY interested in seeing what you can cook up) i will get on my knees and beg

~ kinks with conquest (part one?) ~

a/n: welcome all. get comfortable. i'm very tired and very very horny, so we're going to try and get the words out before i lose my everloving shit :') disclaimers: pretty self explanatory, sexual content

definitely has a thing for size. he's naturally bigger than most of his partners, of course he's inclined to dominate a pretty little thing in that way. loves to play with them like they're little dolls, posing them in whatever position he wants to take his dick. loves rubbing his massive cock all over your tiny face, resting his meaty thickness there just to admire the difference, how those little doll eyes sparkle up at him...

innocence is another thing he loves, and the corruption of it. he loves it when his little one is naive anc curious, encourages them to explore him however they please... lies back naked, spread eagle, and lets you crawl all over him, touching, licking and sucking wherever you want. 'that feels real good, sweetie, try touching that bit some more... don't be scared, it's twitching because it likes you...' <3

loves that brutal combination of edging you until you're in tears, begging him to let you over the precipice after having paradise snatched away from you so many times, only to overstimulate you until you can barely breathe...

has a really sensitive nose... really sensitive. he can scent when you're ovulating and it drives him WILD. loves to breed you for so many reasons. one, the male viltrumite instinct to breed only gets more potent with time and he's had plenty of it. two, it just feels right to empty his big heavy balls inside you without a care in the world in the moment he finds his orgasm inside you, where his brain can shut off and just indulge in your body. three, he loves to claim your body, his virile sperm literally overpowering that womb of yours and marking it as his own. four, his young will grow inside you, and he can watch you swell and grow evermore beautiful the more babies he puts inside you :D

loves manhandling you in general, but loves to wrestle just before a long lovemaking session. just tousling with you, knowing you can't really fight back against him like this but letting you try, rolling you around in the sheets, gently stretching that little body out, warming up those legs for when you ride him, getting you all giggly and excited while copping a feel of your tender little body while being skin to skin? ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh

petplay petplay petplay. whether you're a sly little kitten, a rowdy puppy or a sassy bunny, he loves taking control as your master. commands, demands, and discipline. rewards for obedience, treats for extra good behaviour. loves this in particular when you've been bad, or an argument has made you forget just who this man is, and how small he can make you feel beneath him. letting you give into your own primal instincts also makes him feel good... it feeds into his corruption kink too, knowing that he can drive his good little darling bad, fill them with wild lust, and just drive it into them with savage fucks :]

[wallywaffle]

anything nolan grayson lorddd that man has me weak

Human Kindness

🍒 teaching your Viltrimite boyfriend human customs

🍒 word count: 0.2k (short n sweet lol)

🍒 warnings: so much fluff, reader wears rose tinted glasses, not beta read

🍒 Sorry this is short and took a while, every time I opened the doc to write I would get flustered and have to take a break… so not very efficient lmao hope you enjoy anyways I love Nolan so bad I just want to chew him up

“No, you say bless you.” You rub your face to hide the growing smile that spreads across it.

“Why do they need my blessing? All they did was sneeze?”  Nolan scoffs. His arms cross over his chest and his eyes roll with enough force you thought they might get stuck. 

“It’s the polite thing to do.” You tried reasoning. Your hands wrapped around his biceps softly, attempting to end his bitterness on the topic. He huffs, but looks you in the eye. 

“I don’t see the purpose.” He finally speaks. Giggles spill past your lips and you lean forward to hide your laughter. Your head is comfortably rested on his chest when your laughing fit dwindles. You were supposed to be teaching him how to fit in with humanity, but you just couldn’t help finding the humor in his commentary on it. Your 6’ 3, absolutely massive boyfriend not understanding the point of saying ‘bless you’, is objectively funny. 

“Can you at least try being polite, for me?” You hum, not even lifting your head. His arms wrap around you as he sighs. 

He scoffs once again. His warm hands rub small circles into your back. “Humans are weak.” He muttered into your hair. 

“Nolan.” 

“I’ll be polite.” He finally concedes. It seems even alien men are affected by the sassy man apocalypse. “I’ll bless whoever sneezes. Anything else I should know?” 

“Yes.” You lift your head to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “But that’s for another day.” Maybe he’d finally wrap his head around spontaneous acts of kindness another time. For a species so set on improving society they definitely were far from nice.

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"Ooh, what movie are we watching?"

Nolan watches as you glance towards the TV screen, cotton nightie brushing along your thighs, manicured feet padding across the carpeted floor and you crawl onto the bed, creeping beneath the covers.

Muscular thighs rest on either side of you, his chin resting on the crown of your head before Nolan presses a kiss to your tresses, a muscular arm wrapping around your midsection and pulling you closer. You're snugly pressed against his chest, your eyes trained on the screen of the TV and Nolan hums.

"It's called 'my wife's search history'."

He responds with a hum, lips brushing against the hollow of your temple and you're trying to wriggle free. But it's damn near impossible.

His bicep bulges, and Nolan's free hand continues to push at the buttons of the remote, your search history displayed on a 70 inch screen.

"Baby, no. This is—" You're interrupted when Nolan tuts you, the corners of his brilliant blue eyes crinkling with amusement at the way your cheeks begin to flush.

"I wanna know what kind of things you're into, sweetheart." He coos, before clearing his throat.

"Okay, first one, 'how to fold an origami chihuahua'." Nolan snorts. "Did you learn how to do it?"

He glances down at you, your lips pursed before you nod your head. Almost reluctantly and he hums, a low rumble of approvement in his broad, burly chest.

"My nimble fingered girl."

And he diverts his attention back to the screen. You're not even sure what to be more embarassed about.

Your trips to Oxford dictionary, your dawdling spent on Urban Dictionary or the stupid things you look up for on WikiHow.

"Ohhh... A Cosmo article." Nolan hums. "You wanna learn how to squirt?"

And your cheeks flare up, and you try to slide lower, but he's got one of those stupidly muscular arms tucked beneath your arms, and he's keeping you anchored.

"You know, everytime you come close, you start crying and make me feel bad." Nolan hums, mocking you and you let out a disgruntled whine.

"Literally, what's the point of you doing this?" You complain. "It's embarassing."

"Is it so wrong of me to wanna learn about my wife and her interests?" Nolan huffs, almost dramatic as he stares down at you, inky moustache raising with his grin as he spots the way your eyes narrow.

"Especially since, you know, I'm never really at home and you feel all," he lets out a heavy sigh, "neglected and all."

And your eyes widen.

"Were— were you eavesdropping on my conversation?" You question, brows scrunching into a frown and Nolan leans down, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head once again.

"Focus on the part that I'm improving my schedule." Nolan chides you gently and he gently uses the hand that's not wrapped around you, to guide your face back towards the TV.

You'd complain and gripe, if you weren't so acutely intune to the way he touches you. Almost reverently.

His hand splayed across the expanse of your belly, his thumb swiping gently at the soft skin just below your breast, tracing the flesh through the fabric of your nightie. And he's just so warm and burly. It feels like you're curled up against a furnace and you're not even mad about that.

"You looked at our house eighteen times on Google Earth."

The laughter in his voice isn't hidden, dimples appearing in his sculpted cheeks and full, dark brows raise in surprise at your next search.

"Omni-Man... Up cape?" He reads, mulling the words over before letting out a breath. "You are shameless."

"I'm plenty ashamed now." You argue and he snorts.

"You weren't ashamed when you were trying to find pictures of my ass on the internet."

The glow of the TV is the only light in the room, the door shut and the light of the ensuite is dimmed, the door slightly ajar. The covers are heavy, weighted blankets that make you feel just a bit more secure in Nolan's arms and his head dips occasionally, pressing ticklish kisses to the curve of your neck.

And he hums. Low and rumbly.

"What's this?" He muses, before scrolling further.

"You watch a lot of porn." He comments. "Like... A lot."

"I'm very particular." You defend, eyes downcast to where his muscular thighs press against yours on either side, bracketing you against his body and your chest heaves as you let out a breath.

"I'll bet." He mumbles. "Guess that's why you went to page 113."

And you press your face against Nolan's bicep, your cheeks burning and your ears tinge red when the screen goes down, a little arrow forming a circle appears for a brief moment before one of the videos show.

Showcasing the exact timestamp where you stopped.

"Hm..." He hums softly. "S'that where you came?"

His voice is so quiet, a husky sound that sends chills up your spine and you weakly nod your head, peeking at the screen and you're watching a girl get her back blown out. Eyes shut, brows furrowed and mouth parted to let out pitchy moans that seemed a bit too loud for your comfort right now.

Especially since it's on a huge ass TV.

Nolan's hand moves between your thighs and you open them willingly, shifting your legs until they're spread salaciously, suspended over his own, thickly corded legs. And he lets out an amused huff of laughter, fingers sliding over the swell of your folds, pressed so snugly against the cotton of your panties. You bite your bottom lip, tilting your head back enough to peer at Nolan through your lashes.

"Keep your eyes on the screen." He instructs you so gently, guiding your head back to focus on the screen of the TV, and he hums softly, dragging a calloused digit along your soaked gusset, tracing your slit. He narrowly dips his fingers into you, just to feel the way your panties cling to your slick, before they move back into place.

Before you breath can stutter, Nolan's ripping your panties at the sides with ease, pulling the fabric out from beneath you and discarding it to God knows where.

And he glances back towards the screen. Tight circles being rubbed around your clit, his blunt digit nestled between velvety folds and he listens to the way your heart pounds in your chest. Breathy sighs slipping past your lips and your brows scrunch in that way that makes his heart sputter just a bit, and he brushes his tongue along his bottom lip.

"That's it..." He whispers softly. "Just keep watching TV."

You keep your eyes glued on the screen. Not because you necessarily want to, but because you know Nolan's spiteful enough to pull away and ruin the orgasm that's creeping up your legs in that steady rhythm.

And you swallow.

"Does it feel good?" He coos softly and you nod weakly, muttering the sweetest 'uh-huh' as your eyes don't even move from the TV screen, lashes fluttering and cheeks flushing.

You look like the cutest thing right now.

A little doll in his lap.

You're just so pretty. Big, blown out eyes, plump lips that are parted to let out the sluttiest sighs and he feels the way your clit throbs beneath the pressure of his finger.

"You almost there, sweet girl?" He hums softly and you nod your head.

Biting down on your bottom lip and your brows scrunch.

Your belly dips inward and that tightly wound cord in your belly snaps.

You're coming at the soft, gentle stimulation so easily, your toes curling against the sheets and your legs attempting to close but his infallible thighs keep them from doing so.

Slick coats Nolan's fingers but he's not really paying too much attention to that, focused more on the way you shift and wriggle in his grasp, and the arm around you tightens it's grip.

One meaty finger pushes into your cunt, the squelch is lewd and your lips are parting in an 'o' shape that makes him dizzy.

Your head lolls and you feel like a whore when drool trickles down your bottom lip, swiped away by Nolan's thumb as his finger curls, pressing against that sweet, spongy spot that makes your vision dot.

Nolan feels the way your nails dig into his forearm, watches the way your brows knit and his head dips, tongue dragging along your pulse. Lingering just long enough to feel the thrumming hidden beneath the curve of your jaw, and he laps up the perspiration speckled across your skin.

"You gonna start clearing your cookies, sweetheart?" He teases you, slowly pushing another thick finger into your drooling pussy and your eyes nearly cross, head tipping back and you can feel the way your brain melts with each pump of his thick fingers.

You feel each callous, each knuckle, you feel the cool band of his wedding ring kissing your plump pussy with each pump.

And you nod weakly.

"Uh huh..." You're lying.

You both know you are and a large, powerful hand grasps your jaw, tilting your head to meet his gaze and Nolan presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is desperate, needy, his tongue dragging against yours, claiming each inch of your soft mouth, your lips slick with your drool and he swallows each of your moans. Each whine you let into his mouth, is an unforgiving thrust of his fingers.

When you're coming around his fingers, you melt into a pliable puddle in his grasp, and you feel the way he presses kisses to the side of your face, gently bringing you down from your high. He pushes your cum back into you, slick fingers dragging against your walls and he lets out a soft breath.

Handing you the remote.

"Pick the next video."

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[wallywaffle]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Viltrumite Men x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Mark Grayson, Nolan Grayson, Thragg, Conquest

☆⁠ NOTES : +18 contacts. Minors DNI. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— MARK GRAYSON ⋆

Mark? Oh, he's obsessed with your pussy. Like it’s his purpose in life. Like he could live between your thighs and never get bored.

The first time he goes down on you, he groans the second his mouth touches you—like he’s addicted to the taste, like he’s never had anything better. His tongue? Everywhere. He licks, he sucks, he’s fucking messy—his mouth is completely drenched, his chin glistening, his jaw aching, but does he stop? Fuck no.

He eats you like he’s making out with your pussy, moaning, whimpering every time your fingers tug at his hair. His hands? Strong and desperate, gripping your thighs, keeping you open, keeping you right where he wants you. And when you grind against his face? Oh, he loses his fucking mind.

"Fuck, baby—yeah, use me—fuck my mouth—God, you taste so fucking good."

And when you cum? He shudders. Literally. Shudders. And then keeps licking, lapping up everything, groaning like he’s getting off on it. His hips are grinding into the bed, desperate for friction, but he doesn’t stop until you’re pushing at his head, too sensitive to handle more.

And even then? He just grins up at you, his lips swollen and glossy, his face a fucking mess.

"Please—just one more? I need it."

— NOLAN GRAYSON ⋆

Nolan eats pussy like he’s doing you a favor—like you should be on your knees thanking him for it. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t dive in like some horny teenager. No, he likes to make you wait. He spreads your thighs wide, takes his sweet fucking time looking at you, smirking when he sees how wet you already are.

"Already dripping? I haven’t even touched you yet."

And then? Oh, baby, you’re fucked.

His tongue is hot and firm, pressing right against your clit in one slow, deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. And he just chuckles, gripping your thighs tighter so you can’t move. He eats you like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing—his tongue doesn’t just tease, it works you. He flicks, sucks, presses just right, watching your body react to every calculated movement. He’s testing you, seeing what makes you twitch, what makes your breath hitch, what makes you fall apart.

And when you do? When you cum on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head? He just groans, deep and low, like he’s starving for it. And he keeps going. Of course, he keeps going. His hands hold you down, his tongue fucking into you, lapping up every last drop like he owns you.

Because he does.

"Good girl. Give me another one."

— THRAGG ⋆

You do not survive this.

He doesn’t tease, doesn’t ease you into it—no, this motherfucker pins you down, buries his face between your thighs, and ruins you.

His tongue is rough, fast, overwhelming. He latches onto your clit immediately, sucking so hard your vision goes white, your hips jerking off the bed. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. You’re squirming, trying to get away because holy fuck, it’s too much—but his hands? Oh, baby, his hands are keeping you right there.

And the noises? Disgusting. Deep, low groans vibrating against your clit, wet slurps as he fucking devours you. His beard? Rubbing you raw, making sure you feel every inch of his mouth on you.

"Mmm—what’s wrong? Too much?" (smirk) "You can take it. You will take it."

And when you cum? He. Does. Not. Stop. Your legs are shaking, your body arching, and he just keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps feasting until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. And then? He flips you over and does it again.

"You’re not done. I decide when you’re done."

— CONQUEST ⋆

He forces your legs apart, buries his face between your thighs, and sucks your clit so fucking hard you scream. He doesn’t build you up slowly—he wants you wrecked instantly. He eats you like he’s punishing you, like he’s proving a point.

He’s everywhere at once, licking, sucking, fucking into you until you don’t know where the pleasure is hitting you from. And his hands? Shoving your thighs apart, holding you still, forcing you to take it. You try to close your legs? He growls.

"The fuck do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say you could run."

And when you cum? He laughs. Laughs against your overstimulated clit, sucks harder, watches as your body twists, trembles, begs for mercy. But does he stop?

No. He keeps fucking going.

And when you’re ruined, your voice hoarse from screaming his name, your thighs trembling uncontrollably? He just grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at your wrecked, soaking pussy like it’s his greatest fucking achievement.

"Aww. Did I break you already?"

"Pathetic."

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[wallywaffle]

⠀ 𓏵⠀　　₊　⠀⠀i am yours.

⠀ ᛝ⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺﹑ ಿৎ

⠀ 𓋫⠀ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.

⎯ ৎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⎯⎯۪⎯⎯๋⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯ׂ⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯๋⎯ׅ⎯

ℐ write 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 that festers, devotion that devours. Hollow-eyed saints and hungry-mouthed sinners—let me carve their names into your 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.

⠀૮ᩰ ᩙ𓈒◞ ˕ ◟𓈒ᦡっ⠀ ⋆ ⠀ㅤ𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 ⠀... ( 사랑 ⚟

𔘓⠀ㅤׄ⠀ 𝟏𝟗⠀ㅤׅㅤ𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆⠀ㅤ˳ ╵╶ㅤᴹᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ⁱˡˡ⠀ㅤׄ𓊘 ⠀⠀𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡⠀⠀ᨒ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ.

— 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 are not 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 ☆

— Mostly yandere writer ☆

— I write ℱluff, angst, 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥, yandere and more ☆

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⎯ ৎ 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 ⎯⎯۪⎯⎯๋⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯ׂ⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯๋⎯ׅ⎯⎯ׅ⎯

𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ☆ 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆, 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 ☆ 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ☆ 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆, 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒 ☆ 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆, 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒 ☆ 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆, 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ☆ 𝑺𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏 ☆ 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 ☆ 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ☆ 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ☆ 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅

⎯ ৎ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 ⎯⎯۪⎯⎯๋⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯ׂ⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯๋⎯ׅ⎯

𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑹𝒆𝒙 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒏, 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑬𝒗𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔

𝑵𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 ☆ 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆ 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔

𝐔��𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑵𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏,𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈, 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏

⎯ ৎ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 ⎯⎯۪⎯⎯๋⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯ׂ⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯๋⎯ׅ⎯⎯ׅ

𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇 ☆ 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝟏 ☆ 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏, 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝑶𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 ☆ 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝑳𝒆𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓

⎯ ৎ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 ⎯⎯۪⎯⎯๋⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯ׂ⎯⎯ׅ⎯⎯๋⎯ׅ

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆ 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 "𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕" 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝑲𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈, 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑷. 𝑹𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒐 "𝑶𝒏𝒊" 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒆, 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☆ 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 "𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕" 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝑲𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈, 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 "𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑" 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑷. 𝑹𝒖𝒔𝒔

If ℐ had a 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 for every time I thought of 𝚢𝚘𝚞, I could 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.

[wallywaffle]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤOBSESSIONㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere COD Men x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Ranking Them From Worst To Best As A Yandere.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, John "Soap" MacTavish, Captain John Price, Keegan P. Russ.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— 1. KÖNIG ⋆

You never stood a chance. From the moment König laid eyes on you, it was over. The obsession creeps in quietly, like a predator stalking its prey, and before you even realize it, your freedom is gone. König is an anxious, socially awkward mess in public, but when it comes to you? He’s terrifying. No one touches you. No one looks at you. No one even gets the opportunity to think about you.

You try to leave? Cute. He saw that coming. König’s thought of every escape route, every rebellious act you might try. You wake up with reinforced locks on the doors, cameras watching your every move, and his massive body always between you and the outside world. It’s like living in a cage with a beast that adores you—until you resist, then it’s not so cute anymore.

He’s not afraid to hurt you. Not enough to break you (he’d never want to damage his precious treasure), but enough to remind you who owns you. And if anyone else tries to interfere? They disappear. No hesitation. No mercy. König is not sharing you. Ever.

If you give in, if you stop fighting, he’s the most affectionate, touch-starved nightmare you’ll ever meet. You’re smothered with love, whispered praises, and overwhelming adoration—but you’re never free.

— 2. SIMON RILEY ⋆

Ghost is calculated, methodical, and patient. His obsession doesn’t explode all at once—it festers. It grows, creeping into every aspect of his mind until you are the only thing that makes sense. He watches you for months. Learns your habits, your routines, your fears. Ghost doesn’t act on impulse—when he takes you, it’s because he’s already ensured that nothing can be traced back to him.

And the worst part? You won’t even realize you’re trapped until it’s too late.

Simon is a gaslighter. He makes you doubt yourself, makes you believe that the world is too dangerous for someone like you. That you’re safer with him. If you run, he finds you. No matter where you go, he always finds you. His punishments aren’t physical, but they’re just as terrifying. He isolates you, takes away your choices, makes you so dependent on him that leaving isn’t even an option anymore.

And when you finally break? When you look at him with trust instead of fear? That’s when he knows he’s won.

— 3. KEEGAN P. RUSS ⋆

Keegan is a shadow. A silent, watchful presence that never leaves your side. You feel him before you ever see him—watching, waiting. Unlike the others, he’s less about physical control and more about mental domination.

You’ll hear noises at night. See things out of the corner of your eye. Feel a hand brush your skin when no one’s there. Keegan is an expert at psychological warfare, and he uses it to break you down piece by piece. He wants you to need him. To crave him the same way he craves you.

And when he finally steps out of the shadows? It’s not with chains or locked doors—it’s with a smile. A gentle voice. A promise that he’ll protect you from the world, from all the dangers that lurk in the dark. From himself.

And by the time you realize he’s the danger, It’s already too late.

— 4. JOHN MACTAVISH ⋆

Soap is different. He’s not cruel. He’s not cold. He genuinely believes that what he’s doing is for the best. He’s the kind of yandere that truly thinks you love him back—you just don’t know it yet.

His obsession is overwhelming. He needs you, and that need makes him reckless. Soap is the type to act before he thinks, to grab your wrist when you try to walk away, to hold you too tight when you resist. But the moment he sees your fear? Your hesitation? It breaks him. He doesn’t want you to be scared. He wants you to be happy. With him.

Soap is the kind of yandere who begs for your love. Who looks at you with desperate, pleading eyes, asking why you won’t just see what he sees. And when you finally smile at him, tell him you love him?

He’s the happiest man alive.

Soap isn’t the worst yandere to have—but he’s still a yandere. You’ll never be able to escape his overwhelming love.

— 5. JOHN PRICE ⋆

Price is the best yandere to have—but that doesn’t mean you’re free. He’s possessive, but in a way that feels comforting. Price is older, more experienced—he doesn’t let his emotions control him. He’s rational about his obsession. Smart.

Price doesn’t steal you away. He makes you want to stay. He builds a life around you, gives you security, makes you feel like the outside world isn’t worth the trouble. If you fight? He sighs, arms crossed, telling you that you’re being dramatic. That you’re safest with him.

And when you finally accept that this is your life now?

He kisses your forehead, murmuring, “That’s my girl.”

You’re not leaving—but at least he makes the cage feel like home.

— Final Ranking

König (Completely unhinged, no escape)

Ghost (Tactical, manipulative, and always in control)

Keegan (Obsessive stalker who wears you down mentally)

Soap (Desperate, emotionally driven, smothering but not cruel)

Price (Protective, controlling, but still somewhat gentle)

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[wallywaffle]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : COD Men x Fem Reader Part 1

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Keegan P. Russ, Hiro "Oni" Watanabe, Sebastian Krueger.

☆⁠ NOTES : Minors DNI. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— SIMON RILEY ⋆

Simon eats pussy like he’s got all the time in the world and nowhere else to be. He’s deliberate, slow, methodical—he enjoys watching you squirm under his control. His hands are strong, keeping your thighs spread, fingers digging into your skin as he drinks you in like you’re his last meal. His tongue starts off slow, long and languid strokes that tease more than satisfy, building your anticipation until you’re whining, grinding against his face for more.

And then, when he’s good and ready? He wrecks you. Ghost zeroes in on your clit, his tongue flicking and circling in precise movements that have your stomach tightening in seconds. He groans into you, the deep vibration making your toes curl. His fingers join in, sliding inside you with an agonizing slowness before curling just right, his other hand keeping you pinned so you can’t escape the pleasure. When you cum, he doesn’t let up, working you through every last aftershock until you’re whimpering, overstimulated, and completely spent.

“Good girl,” he rasps, lips slick and eyes burning with hunger. “You’re not done yet.”

— KÖNIG ⋆

König is eager, hungry, and absolutely obsessed with you. He eats pussy like a starving man, diving in the second you spread your legs, his large hands gripping your thighs as he drags you against his mouth. His moans are loud, vibrating against your core as he sucks on your clit like he’s trying to ruin you. He’s messy about it, his face soaked, tongue moving wildly as he devours you without shame.

He doesn’t just use his tongue—he nuzzles into you, his nose pressing against your clit when his tongue dips inside, rubbing against you just right. He’s strong, too—if you try to close your legs, he growls and spreads them wider, keeping you completely at his mercy. His fingers? Thick, long, and relentless, pumping into you with desperate intensity. He murmurs praise between breaths, telling you how good you taste, how perfect you are, his words sending heat straight to your core.

König doesn’t stop after one orgasm. Or two. Or three. He keeps going until you’re trembling, tears pooling in your eyes from overstimulation. He finally pulls back with a breathless chuckle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you like he’s ready for another round.

“Ach, Schatz… I think I might be addicted.”

— KEEGAN P. RUSS ⋆

Keegan is absolutely focused on wrecking you. He goes straight for it, tongue pressing flat against your clit, dragging up in slow, firm strokes that make your whole body tense. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you open as he groans into you, his breath warm, his movements precise.

But when he really gets into it? He’s a fucking menace. His tongue flicks in rapid circles, lips sucking just enough to have you gasping. His fingers slide inside, deep and firm, thrusting in sync with his mouth, hitting every perfect spot until you’re falling apart. And he watches you—he watches every reaction, every twitch, his dark eyes locked onto your face, making sure he doesn’t miss a second of your pleasure.

Keegan doesn’t stop when you cum. He pushes you through it, dragging you into another, his grip tightening when you try to squirm away. “Stay still,” he growls, voice muffled against your skin. “I’m not done.”

And he isn’t. Not until you’re shaking, whimpering, completely and utterly wrecked. When he finally pulls back, his lips are wet, his smirk satisfied.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, dragging a hand up your thigh. “You’re mine now.”

— HIRO WATANABE ⋆

Oni is patient, deliberate. He treats your pleasure like a ritual, starting slow, hands gliding over your thighs, his breath warm against your skin. He doesn’t rush—he takes his time, pressing gentle kisses along your inner thighs before his tongue finally makes contact. His licks are slow, deep, savoring every moment, making sure you feel everything.

But once he’s sure you’re ready, he shifts. His tongue works you over with practiced precision, circling your clit with firm, controlled strokes, never breaking rhythm. His fingers slide inside, slow at first, then curling just right, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your legs start to shake.

Oni doesn’t just make you cum—he drags it out, pushing you to the brink before easing back, prolonging the pleasure until you’re practically begging him to let you finish. And when he finally lets you go, he doesn’t stop there. He keeps his mouth on you, working you through the aftershocks, drinking in every gasp, every shudder, until you’re completely spent, body boneless beneath him.

He finally pulls away, gaze unreadable, but there’s the slightest hint of a smirk as he murmurs, “Again.”

— SEBASTIAN KRUEGER ⋆

Krueger doesn’t talk.

The moment you’re spread out for him, he’s already there, pressing his mouth against you with a hunger that’s borderline animalistic. His breathing is heavy, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s anchoring himself. He doesn’t bother with slow build-ups—his tongue moves with a firm, unrelenting pace, dragging sharp pleasure through your core with every flick and suck.

He’s rough in the way he holds you down, fingers digging into your skin as if daring you to move. If you try to pull away, if you get too sensitive, Krueger only growls low in his throat and presses his face in deeper, making sure you take everything he gives.

He eats like a man who’s been starving. His fingers fuck into you at a pace that borders on brutal, finding that perfect spot that has you seeing white behind your eyes.

He doesn’t stop when you cum. He doesn’t slow. He just keeps going, dragging you into overstimulation with a focus so intense it’s almost unnerving. And when he finally pulls back, his mouth is slick with you, his eyes burning with something dark and possessive as he tilts his head—silent, unreadable, already planning the next round.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[wallywaffle]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Invincible Variants x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Sinister Mark, Mohawk Mark, Viltrumite Mark, Omni-Mark, No Goggles Mark.

☆⁠ WARNINGS : This is hardcore NSFW, +18 Minors DNI.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— SINISTER MARK ⋆

He’s got you strung up by your wrists, chains biting into your skin, legs yanked apart so hard your thighs ache. His icy eyes glint with malice as he stares at your sopping wet cunt, lips curling into a sneer that promises pain.

“Look at this nasty fucking slit—dripping like a cheap goddamn whore,” he spits, voice thick with venom as he drags his tongue through your folds, slow and cruel, tasting you like he’s savoring your fucking ruin. He doesn’t ease in—he clamps his teeth around your clit, biting just shy of breaking skin, making you scream as he sucks it into his mouth, pulling until your whole body jerks. “Scream louder, you worthless fucking slut—I want your fucking throat raw,” he snarls, spitting a thick wad onto your pussy, watching it ooze down to your asshole before he rams his tongue inside, fucking you with brutal, deliberate thrusts that leave you shaking.

He rakes his nails down your thighs, carving red streaks as he keeps devouring you, sucking your clit until you’re sobbing, slick and spit dripping off his chin like a goddamn animal. When you cum, it’s because he’s ripped it out of you—your cunt gushing all over his face—but he doesn’t fucking stop. He bites your oversensitive clit again, chewing it like he’s punishing you for daring to enjoy it, growling, “You’re gonna be a fucking wreck when I’m done—beg me to stop, you pathetic piece of shit.” He dives back in.

— MOHAWK MARK ⋆

Your legs are spread wide as he kneels before you, his mohawk tickling your thighs as he presses reverent kisses to your skin. His hands shake as he grips your hips, his voice a broken whisper: “I shouldn’t fuckin’ touch you—you’re too fuckin’ perfect for me.”

But then he snaps.

His tongue dives into your folds, hungry and desperate, licking up your slick like he’s trying to absolve himself in your taste. He’s sloppy—sucking your clit with trembling lips, then dragging his tongue through your dripping cunt, moaning into you like he’s confessing every sin he’s ever committed. “Fuck, I can’t stop—I fuckin’ need this,” he mutters, voice cracking as he buries himself deeper, nose grinding against your clit while his tongue fucks you with uneven, needy thrusts.

When you come, it’s like a revelation—he drinks down every drop, his whole body shuddering as he presses his face harder against you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. But he doesn’t stop—he keeps going, sucking your oversensitive clit until you’re writhing, pulling at his hair, and he just groans, “I don’t fuckin’ deserve you—but I’ll worship this pussy ‘til I fuckin’ die.” He’s a mess of devotion and despair, torn apart by his need for you, and he’ll keep going until you’re both broken.

— VILTRUMITE MARK ⋆

One hand clamped around your throat, the other forcing your legs apart as he hold your hips up, his strength making escape impossible. No words—just a guttural growl as he buries his face in your cunt.

He’s a fucking monster—teeth grazing your clit as he sucks it into his mouth with brutal force, slurping up your slick like it’s blood from a fresh kill. He doesn’t tease—he attacks, shoving his tongue into your pussy and fucking you with hard, animalistic thrusts, his nose grinding against your clit as he snarls into your flesh. “Stay still,” he grunts, voice thick with aggression as he bites your inner thigh, leaving a purple mark before diving back in, sucking your clit until your legs buckle. Your cum hits his face in a messy spray, and he roars, licking it up like a starved beast, spitting it back onto your cunt just to lap it up again.

He doesn’t stop—keeps going, tongue and teeth relentless, forcing your oversensitive pussy to cum again as you claw at his shoulders, drawing blood he doesn’t even feel. “You’ll take it until I’ve had enough—don’t push me.” he snarls, shoving his face deeper, a feral machine of lust and violence that won’t quit until you’re a quivering, broken heap.

— OMNI-MARK ⋆

He’s still in that spotless red-and-white suit as he straps you to a steel table, legs cranked wide open with cold metal cuffs, his hands gripping your hips so hard the bones ache. His eyes are sharp, calculating, staring at your soaked cunt like it’s a puzzle he’s about to solve.

“You exist for my pleasure—nothing more,” he says, voice flat and commanding, like he’s issuing a death sentence, before leaning in and dragging his tongue from your dripping pussy to your clit, slow and exact, making you feel every ounce of his control. He’s a fucking machine—his tongue flicks your clit in tight, perfect circles, building you up until you’re shaking, but he doesn’t let you cum. “You don’t come until I allow it—disobey, and I’ll edge you for days,” he warns, his tone ice-cold as he sucks your clit into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue until you’re whimpering, straining against the restraints.

He shoves two gloved fingers into your cunt, pumping them with surgical precision, hitting every spot while his tongue keeps up its relentless assault. “You’re just a toy—my toy,” he mutters, voice steady and dark as he watches you writhe. When he finally lets you cum, it’s because he’s decided you’ve suffered enough—your pussy clenches, squirting all over his gloves—but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, forcing another orgasm out with brutal efficiency, fingers slamming deeper as he growls, “I’m going to train you to cum when I snap my fingers—until you’re my perfect little slave.”

— NO GOGGLES MARK ⋆

No Goggles Mark’s a depraved, unhinged fuck who lives for the filth and the pain. He’s on his back in some grimy alley, dragging you down to sit on his face, hands clawing at your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth. His eyes are crazed, pussy-drunk, and he’s grinning like a psycho as spit drips from his lips before he even starts.

“Smash this nasty fucking pussy on my face—choke me with it until I can’t fucking breathe,” he pleads, voice rough and desperate as he shoves his tongue deep into your cunt, slurping your slick like a goddamn junkie. He’s a fucking mess—tongue lashing your clit, sucking your lips into his mouth, dragging down to tongue-fuck your tight asshole just to feel you shudder. He moans louder than you, humping the air like a bitch in heat as he begs, “Hurt me—fucking rip my hair out, claw my fucking face, make it bleed.”

He sucks your clit hard, teeth grazing it until you flinch, and when you cum, it’s a fucking torrent—squirting all over his face—and he cackles, licking it up like it’s his goddamn lifeline. “Fuck yes—gimme more, you vicious fucking cunt!” he howls, yanking you back down as he jams his tongue inside again, trembling with need as he chases the pain and the mess, completely fucking lost in your pussy.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[wallywaffle]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSHARING IS CARINGㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Dick Grayson x Wayne Reader x Yandere Jason Todd

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : They Aren't Really Good At Sharing Things. But One Thing That They Both Can Agree On Is That They Like Fucking You.

☆⁠ WARNING : MINOR DNI, straight up smut, threesome, stepcest.

☆⁠ NOTES : Reader is female as usual. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The Batcave smells like sweat, blood, and sex—raw and dirty, the kind of stench that clings to the walls and stains the mats beneath you. You’re fucked-out already, sprawled ass-up on the grimy training floor, caught between Dick and Jason like some twisted prize they’ve been clawing at for hours.

Dick’s got you pinned, his moral bullshit long gone, just a snarling, sweat-drenched man with his cock buried balls-deep in your cunt. His hands are bruising your hips, fingers digging in so hard you’ll feel the marks for days, and he’s growling against your neck, all that golden-boy charm fucked into oblivion. “Jason, you’re fucking her too hard,” he snaps, voice ragged, his thrusts sloppy as he tries to keep some shred of control. But he’s lying—he’s just as brutal, slamming into you like he’s trying to carve his name into your goddamn soul.

Behind you, Jason’s massive hands gripping your waist like a vice as he rams into you from the other end, his dick stretching your ass so wide it burns in the best fucking way. “She’s a big girl, Dickie,” he snarls, voice dripping with venom and lust, his breath hot and damp against your ear. “She can take my cock—look at her, fuckin’ drooling for it.” He yanks your hair back, forcing your face up from the mats, and you whimper, spit trailing down your chin, your body shaking under the onslaught.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna break her,” Dick grits out, but his hips don’t stop, pounding into your dripping pussy with wet, obscene slaps that echo through the cave. He’s a mess—hair plastered to his forehead, sweat rolling down his chest, eyes wild as he watches where he’s splitting you open. His fingers slip, slick with your juices, and he smears it across your thigh like he’s marking you.

“Then don’t be a pussy,” Jason fires back, his thrusts brutal, unrelenting, his balls slapping your skin with every filthy shove. “She’s begging for it. Ain’t that right, princess?” He slaps your ass, hard, the sting making you yelp, and you feel a fresh gush of wetness spill out of you, soaking Dick’s cock even more.

“I’m—I’m fine,” you choke out, voice wrecked, barely audible over the sound of flesh smacking flesh. “Please, Dick, fuck me harder—please.” It’s a desperate, slutty whine, and Jason laughs, dark and mean, his hand sliding down to rub at your clit, rough and careless.

“Listen to her, Grayson,” Jason taunts, his fingers slipping in your slick, making you scream as he presses down hard. “She’s a fuckin’ Wayne—she’s built for this shit. Give her that pretty-boy dick like you mean it.”

Dick’s eyes flare, lust and fury crashing together, and he snaps. “Fuck it,” he snarls, and then he’s gone—fucking feral—his hips slamming into you so hard your tits bounce, your whole body jolting forward into Jason’s punishing rhythm. “You want it? Take it, then,” he growls, voice low and dangerous, his cock driving so deep you feel it in your throat. Your cunt’s a sopping mess, cum and slick dripping down your thighs, pooling on the mats in a filthy puddle.

Jason’s not letting up either—his thrusts are savage, splitting your ass open, and he’s grunting like an animal. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” he rasps, his voice cracking with raw need. “Takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ—shit, you’re a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Dick spits, but it’s half a moan, his grip on your hips bruising as he drills into you. “She’s not yours—she’s mine.” You feel Dick twitch inside you, close to blowing his load.

“Keep dreamin’, asshole,” Jason shoots back. He leans down, spits on where his cock’s stretching you, and the wet slide of it makes you scream, your body bucking between them. “She’s creamin’ all over me—fuck, look at that.”

They’re both losing it, and you’re the center of their storm—fucked-out, dripping, your cunt and ass clenching around them as they take you apart. “You’re a goddamn mess,” Dick groans, his voice breaking as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your face is tear-streaked, lips swollen, and he smirks. “So fuckin’ beautiful like this.”

“Move,” Jason snaps, shoving Dick’s hand away, and then he’s yanking you up by the hair again, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, bruising kiss—teeth and tongue and pure desperation. Dick growls, jealous, and his next thrust is so hard you see stars, your moan swallowed by Jason’s mouth.

“Gonna cum,” Dick pants, his rhythm faltering, and Jason’s right there with him, his grunts turning into low, guttural curses. “Fuck—me too,” he mutters, and they’re both gone—Dick spilling hot and thick into your pussy, Jason unloading in your ass, their cum mixing with yours as you clench around them, shattering again.

You’re a wreck—screaming, shaking, cum oozing out of you as they keep thrusting through it, milking every last drop. Dick collapses first, pulling you down with him, his chest heaving as he buries his face in your neck, muttering your name like a prayer. Jason’s slower to let go, his cock still twitching as he pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs in a sticky, filthy mess.

“Jesus fuck,” Jason breathes, slumping beside you, his hand resting on your ass like he’s not ready to stop touching you. Dick’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close, and for a moment, it’s just the three of you—panting, wrecked, tangled in the aftermath.

“You’re did well,” Dick murmurs, his voice soft, lips brushing your skin.

“Damn right, good girl.” Jason adds, his fingers tracing the bruises they’ve left.

And as you lie there, fucked-out and sweaty, between their body.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Viltrumite Men x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Mark Grayson, Nolan Grayson, Thragg, Conquest

☆⁠ NOTES : +18 contacts. Minors DNI. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— MARK GRAYSON ⋆

Mark? Oh, he's obsessed with your pussy. Like it’s his purpose in life. Like he could live between your thighs and never get bored.

The first time he goes down on you, he groans the second his mouth touches you—like he’s addicted to the taste, like he’s never had anything better. His tongue? Everywhere. He licks, he sucks, he’s fucking messy—his mouth is completely drenched, his chin glistening, his jaw aching, but does he stop? Fuck no.

He eats you like he’s making out with your pussy, moaning, whimpering every time your fingers tug at his hair. His hands? Strong and desperate, gripping your thighs, keeping you open, keeping you right where he wants you. And when you grind against his face? Oh, he loses his fucking mind.

"Fuck, baby—yeah, use me—fuck my mouth—God, you taste so fucking good."

And when you cum? He shudders. Literally. Shudders. And then keeps licking, lapping up everything, groaning like he’s getting off on it. His hips are grinding into the bed, desperate for friction, but he doesn’t stop until you’re pushing at his head, too sensitive to handle more.

And even then? He just grins up at you, his lips swollen and glossy, his face a fucking mess.

"Please—just one more? I need it."

— NOLAN GRAYSON ⋆

Nolan eats pussy like he’s doing you a favor—like you should be on your knees thanking him for it. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t dive in like some horny teenager. No, he likes to make you wait. He spreads your thighs wide, takes his sweet fucking time looking at you, smirking when he sees how wet you already are.

"Already dripping? I haven’t even touched you yet."

And then? Oh, baby, you’re fucked.

His tongue is hot and firm, pressing right against your clit in one slow, deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. And he just chuckles, gripping your thighs tighter so you can’t move. He eats you like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing—his tongue doesn’t just tease, it works you. He flicks, sucks, presses just right, watching your body react to every calculated movement. He’s testing you, seeing what makes you twitch, what makes your breath hitch, what makes you fall apart.

And when you do? When you cum on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head? He just groans, deep and low, like he’s starving for it. And he keeps going. Of course, he keeps going. His hands hold you down, his tongue fucking into you, lapping up every last drop like he owns you.

Because he does.

"Good girl. Give me another one."

— THRAGG ⋆

You do not survive this.

He doesn’t tease, doesn’t ease you into it—no, this motherfucker pins you down, buries his face between your thighs, and ruins you.

His tongue is rough, fast, overwhelming. He latches onto your clit immediately, sucking so hard your vision goes white, your hips jerking off the bed. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. You’re squirming, trying to get away because holy fuck, it’s too much—but his hands? Oh, baby, his hands are keeping you right there.

And the noises? Disgusting. Deep, low groans vibrating against your clit, wet slurps as he fucking devours you. His beard? Rubbing you raw, making sure you feel every inch of his mouth on you.

"Mmm—what’s wrong? Too much?" (smirk) "You can take it. You will take it."

And when you cum? He. Does. Not. Stop. Your legs are shaking, your body arching, and he just keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps feasting until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. And then? He flips you over and does it again.

"You’re not done. I decide when you’re done."

— CONQUEST ⋆

He forces your legs apart, buries his face between your thighs, and sucks your clit so fucking hard you scream. He doesn’t build you up slowly—he wants you wrecked instantly. He eats you like he’s punishing you, like he’s proving a point.

He’s everywhere at once, licking, sucking, fucking into you until you don’t know where the pleasure is hitting you from. And his hands? Shoving your thighs apart, holding you still, forcing you to take it. You try to close your legs? He growls.

"The fuck do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say you could run."

And when you cum? He laughs. Laughs against your overstimulated clit, sucks harder, watches as your body twists, trembles, begs for mercy. But does he stop?

No. He keeps fucking going.

And when you’re ruined, your voice hoarse from screaming his name, your thighs trembling uncontrollably? He just grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at your wrecked, soaking pussy like it’s his greatest fucking achievement.

"Aww. Did I break you already?"

"Pathetic."

— MASTERLIST ☆

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