[drumosuonic]

[drumosuonic]

[cant-stop-swelling]

I haven't been able to stop thinking about being with an absolute babe and becoming absurdly gifted together. Our cocks becoming monolithic together, her curves blooming to extreme proportions.

Rubbing against each other out of sheer necessity, desperately needing to get off. Spending our days together, stroking each other with whatever we can.

Reaching climax time and time again as we douse each other with hot sticky cum.

Her massaging my huge dick, making me give myself facials, doing the same for her.

Encouraging each other to perform auto fellatio, tenderly whispering praises until our mouths are full of our own seed. Playing with each other's hair as we cum over and over, never being satisfied.

Using my arms and torso to give her huge cock the attention it deserves, her reciprocating by wrapping her huge tits around my pole. Just a neverending cascade of pleasure and adoration.

🫠🫠🫠

[milffrin]

some siffrin sprite edits

boner, boober | autopaizuri, autopaizuri w lactation, autopaizuri cumshot

[fattest-ass-in-engineering]

Girl with a cock so big the tip is constantly poking out between her tits. If you tease her enough she’ll blow her load right onto the ceiling.

[italsubby-deactivated20250307]

Train me like this >>>>

[bigtitfreak]

"massage therapist" that tells me i AM right, my huge tits ARE causing my back pain. and the only solution is for me to lay on the massage table and let them cover my tits in a cream that makes them warm and tingly and struggle not to moan from the pleasure as they’re massaged and kneaded and groped, nipples pinched and twisted and tugged on until i’m cumming in my pants all over the massage table. and - is it just me or does my shirt feel a little tighter after that? i guess it’s nothing to worry about, i still have plenty of treatments left after all

[pervertedaydreams]

LOVE IT WHEN HE SWALLOWS

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kinktober day 11: blowjob & cum eating (ft. lil bit of praise at the end)

pairing: top/seme male reader x mark grayson

premise: you and mark's relationship has been dwindling since he got his powers, so when he overhears an explicit conversation between you and your friends, he uses it as a way to try and reconnect

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ever since mark got his powers, he has barely had time for anything. in between keeping up with his studies, doing hero work, and the recurring interactions with viltrumites coming to earth his schedule was beyond packed. his newfound abilities and everything that came with it were bleeding into his teenage life, making it nearly impossible to have any time for himself.

to have any time for you.

you and mark had a thing going on before he became a hero. sometimes sneaking to the back of the school and messing around a bit. whenever it was possible, you two would disappear from a crowd to make out away from everyone else. it was cute, and it was stable.

however, after the shift in his life that came with obtaining his viltrumite powers, giving you any of his attention became a challenge. there was no more sneaking around to kiss or make out, because he was always too busy to indulge in those habits anymore. any original feeling of butterflies and nervousness that stemmed whenever you saw each other was replaced with tension that everyone around the both of you could feel.

the fling you'd had going on was hanging on by a thread, and he knew it. he was losing faith at the possibility that you two could come back from this, until, on a random day something that he heard gave him hope.

it was passing period, and the halls were full of people. while making his way to his next class, mark had the luck of ending up walking behind you and your group of friends. he wasn't exactly up for the possibility of an awkward situation taking place in case you or any of your companions turned around and saw him, but there wasn't much he could do at the moment.

the guy swore he was tuning your conversation out, but you can't blame him if he overheard your friends taking turns mentioning what they were into, which piqued his attention. hence, of course, when your friends turned to you awaiting your own response to the question, he focused his hearing to know what you'd answer with.

"ahh, I don't know, man," you sighed, not super enthusiastic about the topic at hand. you knew your friends were only going to drag it on if you didn't give an immediate answer, though, so you settled by saying something casual. "I guess I like it when they swallow."

after answering, your friends reacted by teasing you about it, calling you all kinds of variations of "nasty" and "perverted" for wanting your partner to consume your semen. eventually they did leave it alone, though, and moved on to another topic to rant about.

what you didn't know, however, was that mark had taken in that information as well. as he departed from the direction your clique was going in and made it to his next class, your words kept replaying in his head.

you liked it when they swallowed. so, would you like him if he swallowed?

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a few days later mark messaged you about coming over to study at his place. you two shared a common class, and there was an exam approaching. therefore, he mentioned how preparing for it together would be a good idea. you weren't the fondest of going over to his place, especially considering the circumstances your relationship with him was in, but after him persisting on it for a while, you eventually budged.

it was agreed you'd pass by on saturday. when the day came, you showed up early in the morning, letting your presence be known by giving a firm knock to the door. you still weren't all that happy about passing by, but you assumed mark had good intention behind his invite.

he was a good guy—you knew that much—and he was trying his best to balance his new cycle of life. the least you could do was reciprocate the intention when he tried making an effort towards making things work.

you heard someone's muffled voice coming from inside the house before the door was swung open, revealing mark on the other side of it. he ran a hand through his hair before letting a smile stretch across his face. "hey, you made it," he quipped, a visible excitement on his face from seeing you.

stepping into his house, you returned the gesture by giving him a smile of your own. "yeah, of course. I was excited to hang out with you, even if just for a study session." you revealed, skimming the inside of his house as an alternative to keeping eye contact, slightly embarrassed that you admitted that so soon into the interaction.

the other party let out a small giggle before walking ahead, leading the way to his room. as you walked in, you saw a display of a few books on the ground. what caught your attention, however, was that none of them were open. you'd assumed he would've wanted to go over some of the material before you got there but didn't put too much thought into it. maybe he just wanted to be considerate?

you took a seat on the floor near one of his books, dropping your schoolbag to take out some of your own. while doing this, you took note of the fact that mark wasn't making any attempts to do the same. since the moment you'd entered his room, he seemed all over the place, locking the door after you entered and moving some of his stuff out of the way, but never once actually going to open a textbook or retrieve one of the practice packets.

"hey, are you okay?" you prodded, an eyebrow raised at his rather weird behavior. his head snapped in your direction, with a facial expression that reflected him being torn on what to say present.

"why don't you just come to sit next to me, hm?" you spoke again, patting the space beside you to signal him to come over. he obliged, lowering himself to take a seat beside you on the floor. after he finally stopped moving around, you opened one of your own books to discuss a random exercise your teacher said would be on the exam.

it was obvious, though, that while you talked, mark wasn't actually tuning in to the words. at this point, he still hadn't cracked open a single book of his own and was mainly just listening to you rant about the material. hell, even listening would be an overstatement. really, he was just ogling you and reiterating supportive words like "right" and "mhm" whenever you'd raise your head from the book to look at him.

it had been like that for a few minutes before you finally responded to his behavior. "mark, what's going on?" you questioned, putting the novel you had been holding down to clearly look at him. "you haven't picked up a book since I got here and you seem rather distracted."

it was when you finally took a good look at him that you realized he appeared so...disheveled. his hair was messed up from the number of times he'd fiddled with it, he was breathing relatively heavily, and his face was completely flushed.

you were now starting to get mildly concerned. had he fallen sick and was too scared to cancel last minute? all kinds of thoughts traveled into your head from mark's appearance, and suddenly your confused demeanor shifted to one of worry. "you know, if you're not feeling well, we can always resche-"

before you could finish your sentence, mark leaned in, pressing your mouths together to kiss you. the kiss was heated; there was no room for gentleness to take place. your eyes slightly widened at the sudden gesture, still caught up on thinking mark had fallen ill to instantly register his actions.

he didn't seem to care about your late reaction, however, leaning into you more to deepen the kiss. you used one hand to catch yourself while using the other to place a hand around mark's waist. snapping out of your shock, you began taking action to reciprocate the act.

just as you were getting in a groove with him in the kiss, he pulled away, leaving a string of saliva to connect you both before snapping apart. "huh, you don't wanna keep going?" you inquired, confused by his sudden retreat. you thought it was going well, so his withdrawal was unexpected.

"I-I want to do something," he stuttered, pressing his lips together as he lowered his gaze to your pants. before even being able to understand what he was trying to get at, the man tilted down to undo your belt, following the action by unzipping your pants and pulling your briefs down.

mark snaked a hand into your undergarment to take out your soft cock, holding it in his hand as you let out a groan. you and him hadn't ever gone this far before, only leaving idle marks on the neck or having heated make-out sessions. this was a whole new level he was taking your guys' fling to.

"shit-mark, what are you doing?" you huffed out, completely thrown off at this point. you weren't expecting this at all when he reached out about studying. your gaze stayed firm on him as he ran his tongue across your dick, ending at your tip, where he started licking. sharp breaths escaped from your mouth as he flipped his tongue around the end of your shaft.

the male halted his movements to respond, keeping the rest of his body still with the intention to proceed after he gave you an answer. "I'm doing what you like," he murmured as he rubbed circles on your now leaking tip. "so let me please you."

by this point you were completely hard, a vivid erection in between your legs. mark licked his lips before opening his mouth, the warm breaths he let out onto your cock causing it to twitch. he extended his head to wrap his mouth around you, taking you whole inside the warm hole.

you let out a ragged gasp at this, drilling your eyes shut at the sensation of having his mouth's walls sucking you in. the viltrumite hollowed his cheeks as he swirled his tongue around your dick, the wet muscle causing more pre to drip out.

seeing the view in front of you, you bit your lip in a weak attempt to stifle any moans. both of mark's parents were someplace inside the house, and although you enjoyed the way his mouth felt on your cock, you weren't fond of the possibility of getting caught. god knows what nolan would do if he caught his son with your dick in his mouth.

mark started bobbing his head, doing his best to keep a majority of your shaft in him even with the movement. he was strictly breathing through his nostrils, not wanting to stop at any point while getting you off. even if you wanted to, you wouldn't have needed to push him deeper on your cock, because he was already doing it himself. practically pushing himself to his limits, he took you in as deep as his throat would allow.

"s-so good, you're doing so good," you whispered through half-lidded eyes. at the rate mark was blowing you, it was a miracle if you lasted more than a few more minutes. swallowing hard, you went to communicate this to mark, not wanting to finish without giving him a heads-up to pull back.

oh, if only you knew.

"fuck-I'm gonna cum," you disclosed, beginning to breathe harder as you felt the pit in your stomach start to build up more by the second. after announcing your proximity to your orgasm, you assumed mark would extend a hand to jerk you off instead, but no. if anything, his actions intensified the moment you said you were close.

a mix of jagged breaths and groans left your mouth as you reached your high, your seed spilling into mark's mouth. to your surprise, the male stayed in place, welcoming your semen into his oral cavity. as more of it fell into his mouth, he started swallowing the fluids, not letting a single drop escape leak out.

when you finally stopped cumming—and after he made sure of that—he loosened his jaw, letting your softening dick slip out past his lips. the only fluid that could be seen glistening off your cock was his saliva, all of your own fluids having been gulped down by him.

"mmm, I swallowed it all," he murmured as his own eyes started to close, being tired from putting all his energy into getting you off. he let his body relax, falling limp in between your legs and resting his head on your thigh. "I hope I did well."

your eyes stayed on the other man below you, still in the process of stabilizing your breathing to give an immediate response. you lifted one of your arms and reached over to where he was, patting his head to show your approval. "you did great, baby," you cooed, running your hand through his hair as he dozed off on your lap.

mark was content with that.

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[angelicmist666]

I need you to breathe.

Sub ex!Mark Grayson x Dom ex!Fem Reader

MDNI! Smut ahead.

Warnings//Slight yandere!Mark, smut, angst, trauma, Mark’s slow descent into mania, psychological break, unhealthy obsession & stalking, takes place after viltrumites come to Earth, exes, Mark still desperate & willing to do anything to get reader back, masochist!Mark, ptsd, panic attacks, violence, slapping, fingering f!receiving - part 1 and part 2 here.

[a/n-so people have requested i continue this series and i had also gotten a request for yandere mark. i decided to combine yandere mark into this, since it’d be fitting. he may not be too “unhinged” but my plan is to slowly pace his descent into madness. let me know what yall think :) i can make a seperate oneshot if yall don’t want to wait tho<3]

Moonlight seeped through the open window into the walls of Mark’s bedroom carrying a gentle breeze. The night air was filled with a calm-crisp quietness, a peaceful scene to any outsider. But this wasn’t just any night, oh no. For Mark, the air felt suffocating around his neck. The viltrumites had came to Earth and scattered themselves in the shadows and crowds of people, blending in like any normal civilian. Did everyone know this? Of course not. The fate that the world was in currently weighed heavily on Mark’s shoulders. What if they didn’t mean what they said? What if it was some sick trick, what if they started tearing the insides out from people strolling down the streets without a care in the world?

The scenes flashed like lightning in Mark’s head. He laid curled in a fetal position on the bed, his hands fisted in his hair as the terrors continued for countless hours. Scenes of his mom, dad, brother…and oh god, scenes of her. Scenes of her peacefully taking a walk in the park before Thragg suddenly grabs her by the neck and twists it, then ripping her head off like it’s paper. Decapitated, bloodied, her eyes void of light as her mouth falls open.

Fuck, fuck. Stop it.

He felt his body practically igniting from the inside out, his head spinning as his mind replayed the gruesome images like a movie. Panic and doom clawed his chest, his breathing started to turn ragged as his finger tips lost all sensation. What the fuck is this feeling? Sure, he had experienced suffocating stress and nightmares every now and then, but he was used to that. Not used to it per se, but he was numb, he had seen so much. So why was this time any different? Why could he feel the phantom pain in his limbs as the gory scenarios replayed in his mind.

Why couldn’t he catch his breath?

Because he knew deep in the depths of his soul, this? This was real. Any of his loved ones could die in an instant. Meanwhile, he would barely have time to merely blink while it would happen right in front of his own eyes. What if she died? What if he couldn’t live the rest of his life making it up to her like he had originally planned? He was just getting started.

No, as much as it pained him, it was probably best that they weren’t together at this time. A shaky breath escaped his lips as he lazily grabbed his phone from the counter and checked the time. It was three in the morning. He squeezed his tired eyes shut as he threw his phone across the bed frustrated. He didn’t need sleep, he just wanted to stop feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. He sat up as his still burning head turned to his phone that was thrown at his feet. With tremblings hands, he reached for it, typing her number before he pressed call. It rang once, twice, and then he quickly hung up before she could have a chance to answer.

“Fuck Mark, it’s three in the morning for Christ’s sake.”

His back plopped on the bed as he let out a trembling groan of frustration. He couldn’t be so selfish to worry her, he was hanging on by a mere thread at this point anyway. He couldn’t fuck up anymore when he had done more than enough.

Or so he thought.

“Stupid,” He whispered to himself as he flew in the breezy night sky. “This is so stupid. What am I doing.”

Was he really flying to her apartment? He hovered above the building before his form followed downwards, and he soon found himself looking into the blinds in front of her window. His hazy eyes peered through, witnessing her sleeping form. He watched as her chest heaved in a gentle wave, she looked so peaceful. He wanted nothing more than to grab her through the window, to hold her and protect her from anything that stood a threat-even if it was Thragg himself. The bloody images flashed in his head again, a sharp pain pinging in suit. He grabbed his forehead as he held back a sound of pain, his muscles starting to tense once more. The stabbing pain snapped him back into reality as he took in his surroundings.

Why am I here?

Seriously? I’m spying on her when she has no idea?

His eyes widened in horror as he came to the realization of what he was doing. His mouth parted open as he stumbled backwards, and he quickly jumped as he flew back into the air. He knew it was wrong, and he felt sick that he was so utterly terrified that he could barley hold on to a thread of his control anymore.

And yet, that sick feeling slowly began to subside as he continued to find himself in front of her window at night, drinking in her vulnerable features amidst her slumber. His body would go into autopilot after having his spells of debilitating anxiety. Weeks passed and she never called or texted him. He waited for any sign of her calling like a lost puppy, and his patience began to vanish before he could even realize it. Waiting for her was absolute agony.

As he sat on a mountain, the images of her calm sleeping face consumed him. He would always imagine her when he’d feel his mind about to conjure the worst things he’s ever seen. It was the only thing that would stop the nightmares. Instinctively, his hand treaded its way over his groin. When she told him to get on his knees, her delicate palm meeting his face, his tongue buried in her sweet cunt while her sweet music filled his ears…oh god, what was he doing.

He didn’t stop.

Needy whines escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. He found his hips starting to buck into his hand as his head fell back, the cold air sending shivers down his spine as his muscles began to tense. He knew that being with her was a lost cause now, but he couldn’t just let her go like before, that obviously didn’t work for a reason. No, he needed her to breathe.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me?..”

He knew the least he could do was give her a notice, but he didn’t care at this point. He soon found his feet in front of her door, knocking frantically as he waited.

Finally, the door slowly creaked open.

“Mark? Is everything oka-”

His lips slammed onto hers as he surged forward, his lack of sleep and paranoid state abandoning the lasts strings of control he had. His calloused hands immediately wrapped around her waist in a hungry grip.

“Mark, what are you doing? What’s wrong?” She breathlessly barked out as her hand took place on his chest, pulling herself back.

He didn’t let her protest stop him, his eyes were void of any reasoning as he yanked her back onto him, his tongue desperately invading her mouth as he pulled her hips closer onto his in a forcing clutch, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. She yelped before she finally yanked his hair, forcing him back as the full weight of his actions came crashing down on him. His eyes widened in terror as he took a trembling step back and created space.

“Fuck,” He whispered with quivering lips as both hands gripped the sides of his head. “Fuck..I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doin-”

“Mark, what the hell is wrong?” She snapped as her eyes locked onto him, noticing his spent look. He had looked like hell the last times she had seen him, but this time was different. The air around him wasn’t like this anytime before when she was in his presence.

He stilled in his steps as his hands slowly fell to his sides, that damned familiar feeling of his head igniting returning once more. She took a measured step forward with a hand outstretched, her expression turning to concern.

“Do you still hate me?”

She stopped as confusion filled her tone at the sudden question. “Mark. Just tell me what’s wron-”

“Just tell me, do you hate me?”

Her eyes followed the floor as deafening silence filled the room.

“I…I don’t know how I feel Mark..”

“Do you at least care for me..?”

Her eyes snapped upwards as his chest heaved frantically, his expression was of pure desperation, and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking for the life of him. He looked wrecked, truly wrecked. She knew something was wrong for him to be looking like this. This one look at him told her everything. This time, she didn’t try to argue, pry, or demand answers. That’s something for a girlfriend to do, and she wasn’t that, so at the very least she could show up for him as a “friend”. Or whatever the blurred version of that they were currently in.

So, she silently gave a nod of reassurance. A trembling noise escaped his lips as he stepped towards her, his shaky hands relaxing on her shoulders as his forehead fell against hers. The air shifted once more as his breathing steadied, the sunset adding as a golden glow seeping through her blinds, the ones he had stood behind for countless nights.

“I wish…I wish I could tell you what was going on. But I can’t. So, I know I don’t deserve it but…Can you tell me what to do again?” His powerful hands grabbed her face desperately that bordered on primal. She sighed, her lips meeting his softly as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. They didn’t break the kiss as she led him backwards till her back met her bed.

Mark pulled his head back as a thin thread of saliva broke between their two mouths, his breath trembling as he gazed at her with heavy eyes.

“Tell me what to do please. Don’t hold back, be cruel, don’t stop taking your frustrations out on me.”

She looked to the side contemplating, her tone unsure, “Mark I-”.

“Please! Please..You don’t understand how bad I need it. I’ve been going through hell and the only thing that will help me is losing control. I’m so fucking tired of having to worry about everyone right now, so please. Let me surrender my control to you. I beg you..”

Her eyes locked onto his before an exhale escaped her lips. Her lashes fluttered shut as she gave a single firm nod, the air starting to thicken as she buried her worry. When her eyes snapped open, her gaze was replaced into something primal like before. Mark felt a jolt ripple through his body as he felt that familiar feeling of her wrath.

Yes.

This is what I need to learn how to breathe again.

“Take my pants off.”

He didn’t waste a second. He eagerly unbuttoned her jeans before they were practically ripped off, throwing them in the air as they were quickly forgotten before they even hit the hardwood floor. His fingers tugged at her underwear but it was met by a single slap of her hand, her fingers then flying to his hair gripping it harshly as a hungry groan escaped his mouth.

“Yes. Yes. Hit me, do anything you want.”

She didn’t hesitate nor give him a warning as her palm met the side of his face, his cock springing and straining against his costume as he felt the sweet stinging sensation. “God..I love you,” he breathed in a broken whisper, his voice cracking as his broken gaze slowly returned to hers.

“Take my underwear off, and don’t do anything until you’re told to, got it?”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” He whispered as his fingers carefully laced into her underwear, slowly pulling them off. His eyes were filled with devotion and hunger as he drank in the erotic sight of her folds, the ones he had craved to be blessed to see again. She then grabbed his hand, leading his trembling fingers to her bud as he let out a needy whimper of anticipation. She controlled his movements as she made slow agonizing circles on her puffy clit, her body falling back on the bed as she let out a hiss. After a few minutes passed, she then guided his index finger down into her seeping heat, slowly pushing it in as his eyes squeezed shut feeling the warmness of her walls. Her hand retreated as it relaxed at her side, the next thing she said making his head perk up.

“Go on, do it yourself now.”

He swallowed hard as his head gave a shaky nod, his eyes retreating downwards and away from her intense gaze. He then felt her hand connect to his face once more suddenly.

“Look at me. Don’t you dare look away Mark,” She commanded in a low tone as she grabbed the collar of his suit, jerking his chin up as a high pitched, desperate moan left his salivating lips. His finger slowly moved in and out of her heat as he didn’t break the intense eye contact, his digit going deeper and deeper as the seconds passed. When he witnessed the way her lashes fluttered shut and felt her warm walls squeeze around his finger, he quickened his pace. “May I please add another finger? I want to make you feel so good. Please.”

After she nodded he enthusiastically added another. Her spine arched as she fisted the collar of his suit tighter, it bunching up as she let out a high pitched moan that sounded like heaven itself to Mark’s ears. For the first time in weeks, a smile took place that was filled with admiration, his eyes fixed on her with devotion that bordered on worship.

And the next thing she did practically had him drooling like a dog.

She freed her hand from his collar as her fingers filled his mouth. Despite the invasion, he didn’t stop his movements, this serving as more fuel as he quickened his pace. He whimpered as he sucked her digits, his saliva slowly pooling down to the curve of his chin. He felt her fingers free themselves from around his tongue, before his face was met by the graceful palm of her hand as his head snapped to the side violently.

Yes. More.

His digits sped at a relentless pace as they curved upwards, delving them deeper into her soaked center at a feverish speed. Every thrust was met with another slap, and tears began to fill his eyes as he felt her walls starting to clench.

“Yes! Cum for me! Look at what you’re doing to me.”

Her hips started to frantically buck in sync, her hands flying to her sheets as her knuckles began to turn white feeling a coil in her stomach. As wet sounds filled the entire room, her climax finally spilled, gushing all over his shaky fingers and even down to his wrists. He let out a broken cry as he helped her ride out her orgasm, feeling her pulsating walls. Once her tremors subsided, he steadily withdrew his fingers before bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean before he let out a shaky breath.

“Thank you…You don’t understand how much I needed that.”

Silence settled between them as he watched her put her bottoms back on with a quiet focused grace. He slowly stood with shaky legs, turning as he made his way toward her door. He then felt her hand wrap around his wrist, his head snapping back toward her as he stared at her with wide eyes, searching her expression.

She looked down as they both stood in silence, before her eyes lifted and she slowly treaded forward not saying a word, wrapping him into a soft embrace. He went rigid, unable to move as a quiet cracking whimper escaped his lips from the sudden contrast of her actions. He then wrapped his arms around her tightly, his eyes squeezing shut as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, a single tear falling.

She pulled back meeting his gaze, her fingers grazing his cheek with a soft reverence as she wiped his tear away.

“Be safe Mark.”

He gulped gathering himself, nodding silently before she led him out the door.

As the sun had fully settled and a soft glow from the moon filled into the night sky, his body broke into chills as he came to a realization.

After the scrap of her kindness, he knew he wouldn’t be able to be patient anymore. He needed her now more than ever, and he wouldn’t wait any longer. Soon, he’d find himself right outside her window once again, and any restraint he had before would completely disappear. He knew he was going to snap. But he didn’t care, as long as that meant keeping her safe.

[angelicmist666]

Yearning, regret, & atonement.

Sub ex!Mark Grayson x Dom ex!Fem Reader.

MDNI! Smut ahead!

(Pt. 2 to Yearning & Regret. If you haven’t read, quickly give it a read :). Though, I suppose it’s not too necessary. Find pt. 3 here.)

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨//𝙎𝙪𝙗 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘/𝘾𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝘿𝙤𝙢!𝙁 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙨, 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 & 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬/ 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙄𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 & 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩, 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙡!𝙁 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 “𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.”, 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜.

Mark waited in anticipation for weeks as the last interaction he had with her passed. He moseyed around the grocery store and cafe where he had last spoke to her while he was patrolling the streets, hovering above the buildings in a hope he would see her around once more, his mind consumed by the thought of her touching him again. But alas to his disappointment, he didn’t cross paths with her. He wondered if he should text, perhaps call, but he refused. He didn’t deserve her time, he’d let her come to him when she was ready.

He flew in the air as he passed the park they used to walk together, his eyes scanning the area before he let out a sigh and continued forward. As he flew, his peripheral vision caught sight of a girl who looked similar. Was it her? He turned around as he hovered above the ground, facing the girl as her back was turned towards him. But to his dismay, it wasn’t her. This girl’s figure was different.

His brows furrowed in frustration as he turned back. But, his eyes snapped and his body flinched, snapping around at the call of his name.

“Mark? What are you doing here?”

He stilted in the air, mere inches from the ground as he slowly stumbled to the pavement, seeing her approaching him out of nowhere. How did he not catch sight of her when he was in the air just a second before? He stuttered nonsense as he twiddled his hands together, looking to the trees beside him as he tried to think of an excuse. Gosh, he was one of the strongest-no, THE strongest hero on Earth. He had fought the most powerful viltrumites, he had tasted and seen what death almost felt like. Why did the mere sight of her presence make him feel so weak and unable to move?

Patrolling. He was just patrolling his usual routes. Nothing more.

“Take your mask off and look at me. I’m going to ask you again, what are you doing here?

His brown eyes widened as if her tone had just cut off the air supply around him-despite being able to hold his breath for copious amounts of time when he was in space. He let out a sheepish sigh before shredding his mask in defeat, awaiting the possible tongue lashing on how he shouldn’t be creeping on her. He deserved it. No, he knew he deserved worse.

An amused chuckle escaped her lips as she crossed her arms and she shook her head almost mockingly and exasperated, “Seriously Mark? Starting to spy on me now?”

He hastily opened his mouth to refute, a nervous cough slipping before he started to tumble over his words, his palms starting to sweat just in sync.

“N-no. It wasn’t that at all. I’m just workin-”

She held up a hand, silencing him mid sentence before he could further babble like a baby saying their first words. His shoulders sagged in shame, knowing she could see straight through his lies and facade. His face had always given it away, anyone who came across him quickly observing that he wore his emotions on his sleeve. But, she also knew him better than those people. When they had dated, she was never afraid to call him out when he was hurting and wouldn’t tell her. That part definitely didn’t change about her, and as much as it left him feeling intimidated and exposed, he loved it.

“I’m sorry.”

That was all he could say, there was no use in trying to convince her otherwise and the least he could do for her now was be truthful and cut the bullshit. The air thickened with silence as he refused to look at her, averting his gaze as his eyes shut tightly, wanting to shrink into the bare ground underneath him. God, when did he become so helpless despite having all the strength in the world in the tip of his fingers? He lifted his shameful gaze, he had to say something. He didn’t want to waste this opportunity like last time, he wanted to do anything in the world to make the pity in her eyes disappear.

“I said it last time and I’ll say it again, I’m sorry. Not just for spying on you, I’m sorry for everything. I know how upset you must be and how much hatred you must feel towards me…But I..”

“I do.”

He gulped as he felt his throat close at her response, blinking back tears as he bit his lip.

“You do..hate me?..”

She just nodded, arms still folded like she just stated something nonchalant, a jarring contrast to the weight of what she just admitted. It echoed in his head.

She hated him.

He knew he had it coming. But despite him knowing this, her admission still struck his gut like he had just been punched in a fight. His legs immediately felt wobbly as his vision started to blur, the tears he had been trying so hard to hold back starting to fall. There was nothing more he could say or do.

A disappointing sigh escaped her lips as she closed the distance and gently grabbed his arm. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t want anyone to see you like this.” He knew she wasn’t suggesting this out of empathy, just solely for his reputation, not wanting to taint it by people possibly seeing him in such a state, sparring the humiliation. He silently nodded as he tried to gather himself, sniffling as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. At least she wasn’t going to make him get on his knees again in public, something he would definitely do again without hesitation in his desperate, almost manic, state. Perhaps she wouldn’t advantage of this. Oh, did he know what was coming next.

He trailed behind her into her apartment as she slowly clicked the door shut behind them. Before he could process what was going to happen next, she suddenly pushed him onto her couch as he stumbled backwards, startled by the sudden act, his body breaking into a cold sweat. He accepted it though, and absorbed the impact as he awaited her next action. She didn’t join and sit next to him. Instead, she just remained still and stood in front of him as she looked at him with an indifferent stare. He didn’t push, he let her gaze wash over him.

Finally, the stone-cold mask that filled her face slowly started to vanish as she let out a frustrated groan, suddenly starting to pace as her hand clamped her forehead.

“Fuck Mark. Why now.”

He didn’t have time to respond before she was right in front of him again, her tone starting to fill the room as her hands shook in the air, trying to hold her body back before they landed on his shoulders in fists, his body jerking at the sudden shift in her demeanor, catching him off guard.

“So much time you fucking wasted, Mark. I was doing just fine you know? I’ve been moved from the whole situation for a while, of you tossing me aside like nothing and never speaking to me again since then. So why now? Why the hell now?”

Mark quickly stood as his hands instinctively reached out to grab her, panic rising in his chest as it started to heave, wanting to fully reach out and embrace her to stop the hurt. But he didn’t, he forcefully shoved his hands to the side as he looked at her dead in the eyes.

“Because I love you.”

She laughed, it being devoid of actual humor or happiness as he observed the tears escaping her eyes.

He lifted his hand close to her face despite trying to make it remain at his side.

“Don’t touch me,” She snapped angrily as she stepped backwards, her brows furrowing. He let out a defeated sigh, looking down as he closed his eyes and nodded his head.

“I hate you.”

This is the second time she said this. Deep down, she didn’t mean it, she knew damn well she didn’t. She just wanted to hurt him, just like he did to her three years ago, attempting to make him feel an ounce of the pain she felt. This time, it didn’t sting like the first when she said it earlier, he accepted it.

“Hate me, please. Hate me, hurt me, do whatever you want and I’ll accept your punishment. I deserve it. Hate me and I’ll still love you, I’ll never stop.”

She just looked at him like a traumatized dog, her chest heaving as the tears didn’t stop, paralyzed in her steps. He carefully took steps forward, remaining calculated as if she might break. He slowly reached out and grabbed her hands, bringing them to his face as she didn’t protest. He let out a shaky breath before blurting something outrageous.

“Hit me.”

Her eyes widened as she tilted her head in sudden confusion, “What?”

“You heard me. You can do it, I can take it. You know better than anyone that I can. Let me feel it, let me feel your anger. Let me feel it all.”

He was right, he could take anything from a girl like her, from any human really. He was a viltrumite, he had faced blows from Conquest, Thragg, and many more. She couldn’t truly hurt him.

So, with that reassurance, the palm of her hand found his face, snapping it to the side before she suddenly stepped back and looked down, her hands open. Her shoulders moved up and down as she felt internal conflict fill her mind. She knew this wasn’t right, that her hurt shouldn’t come to this.

But, the way he looked at her after, the way the whole atmosphere just changed-almost electric, it snapped something inside of her. Her body moved on its own as she closed the distance again, before her hand found his face once more, slapping him with more force than the last.

He groaned out, turning his face towards her as he felt the sting. He couldn’t help the way his lips started to tremble and turn into a smile.

“Yes, god, yes. Hate me more. Do whatever you want to me. Just please…Don’t stop.”

And he meant it. He didn’t want her to stop, he didn’t care if it was her wrath or love, as long as she was in his presence, that was enough for him.

It wasn’t long before her lips were immediately on his, her hands snaking in his hair as she tugged and pulled it, deepening the kiss as her tongue invaded his mouth. It was hungry, rough, pouring her years of pent up emotions and frustrations into it. A ragged breath escaped from him as he melted into her, turning into mere putty in her hands. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer, his whole body aching for more of her. She didn’t waste anytime, she pulled back as she ripped her bottoms off, barking out a command

“Get on your fucking knees.”

He quickly obliged, sinking to his knees as a whimper escaped his lips. He looked up to her as he felt his mouth start to water, the scent of her filling his nose.

“I love you,” he gasped desperately with hazy-half lidded eyes as he felt himself slip into a trance like state. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

He felt the connect of her hand suddenly slap his face once more as his head yanked to the side. “Shut up and make me feel good.”

He didn’t hesitate for even a second, he enthusiastically yanked her panties down, taking in the pretty sight of her soaked folds before he immediately dove in.

“Anything, anything for you sweet girl,” he moaned into her, muffled between her thighs as the vibrations sent jolts of electricity throughout her entire body. Her head flew back as she gripped his hair for balance, moving her hips against his face without abandon, barely giving him room to breathe.

Good thing he was a viltrumite.

He felt his own hips buck into the air as he heard her angelic moans filling the room, the wet sounds only fueling him further. His tongue slid over her clit as he drew circles, before it made its way down, his tongue lapping up all the wetness pouring from her slit.

“So eager, so fucking pathetic.”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hands gripping her thighs as he moved his head up and down on her, his calculated movements now sloppy, eating her like it was his last meal on Earth, or all of space for that matter.

“Say it Mark, say how pathetic you are.”

He moaned loudly, refusing to pull back for even a second as he continued to lap at her, “I’m pathetic, god, I’m so pathetic for you my beautiful girl.”

Her groans grow louder as she felt herself slowly on the brink of release, her hips bucking erratically as she fisted his hair tighter.

“Fuck…yes..tell me how sorry you are.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” He muffled into her as his own hips started to buck into the air faster.

“Tell me how much you regretted everything. Tell me how lonely you were without me!”

“Mph!” He moaned loudly as he felt his heart clench in his chest, feeling all the memories rushing back like whiplash. “It was the biggest mistake of my life!” He whimpered in between flicks.

“I regretted it every single fucking day, when I let you go, it felt like a part of my soul went missing.”

He felt hot tears start to stream down his face, but he didn’t stop. He licked her clit faster as he continued to ramble into her sloppy wet cunt, the endless vibrations serving as more stimulation. And the way he was crying? It was enough to send her over the edge.

“I missed you so much it fucking hurt, worse than any injury or war…Fuck..”

She was right there, she was so close.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I do love you!” He cried out as he felt his own release start to build despite not even having touched himself at all. “I love you so fucking much!”

She started to scream as she bucked her hips on his face as fast as she could, her orgasm rippling out as her cum coated his tongue and his face. He let out a loud moan as he felt his own load spurt inside the crotch of his costume. He didn’t stop, he helped her ride out her orgasm as he felt her legs trembling around his head.

He didn’t leave a single drop of cum left, he licked her up fully until she was clean, slowly retreating his head back with a shaky breath as he looked up at her with glossy eyes, his face soaked with her arousal and his own tears. She caught her breath, before she bent down and quickly put her bottoms back on. He watched her, still on his knees as he awaited her next command.

She cleared her throat, smoothing her clothes and fixing her hair swiftly before speaking in a low-even tone. “It’s time for you to go now.”

He looked at her confused, still lost in his fucked out haze before what she said finally snapped. No protest came. Despite feeling a pang of disappointment and sadness, he knew that this was apart of her “revenge.” He knew he would slowly have to earn her trust back, that he was practically tethered on a leash to her now. And he didn’t fucking care, this is what he had dreamed of, this was everything to him. He craved this, yearned for it. He was okay with being at her control, being hers to command, break, and put back together. He swiftly got up as he slowly walked out the door, turning around as he muttered an ‘I love you’, before sighing as he jumped up and made his way back to patrolling the streets, trying to act as if nothing happened. Though, the drying cum in his underwear serving as a reminder throughout the rest of the day about what had actually took place.

Pathetic? Yup, pathetic. He’d own it and would own it proudly, wearing it like a badge of honor. He was hers, and he never wanted his “punishment” to end as he awaited for the next scraps of her vengeance she’d decide to give him.

[nihil-annihalator]

Yandere Mark Grayson (Original Mark) / Reader TW: Possessiveness, Obssesiveness, (let me know if there's anything else)

Dividers by uzmacchiato

Mark was on in his knees, resting his head on your stomach.his fingers on your thigh as his knuckles turn whites from the gripping tightly on your soft yet tender backthigh, you stand there swaying side by side in a gentle way. Your hands glides through his hair just like you always did before.. Before he went mad.

"Mark.. " You mumble softly as his grip on you only tightens. "Mark.. Plea-"

"No" that's it. Just simple word cutting from what about you're going to say, his response wasn't a command.. It was a "plead". Pleading for you to love him back, pleading for you to forgive him for whatever his doing do hurt you. But does he care? He doesn't. Because it was all in the name for you.

Mark rose his head up from your belly and look at you, and you look back. His gaze on you never fail to cease your breath. His eye filled with "love" but not the love you expected, it was possesive, obssesive. Taking a hold on you and suffocating you. It wasn't like the look he gave you before.

"I love you so much [Name], More than anything in this world. " he kiss your thigh before continuing his confession of his love to you.

"I would kill anyone, anyone for you. I will kill everybody before they can remove me from you. Before they pry away you from me. " his grip on you never loosen, he stand up quickly and he takes hold on your faces, his palm on your cheeks,his breath close to you, "I love you [Name] ... " his eye lowers to you lips before glancing back to your eyes.

"Please say that you love me too.. Please [name].. Please.. " his hold on you became Intense

You open your mouth, saying the word he needed to hear. " I.. Love you too.. Markie" he smiles gleefully his pupil blowns out, his breathing became quick. He hugs you tighty then ever before. As you wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you, I love you, I Love you, I love you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you. " he carried you and flied over to the bed you shared.. He puts you gently to the soft sheets as well himself and goes closer to you, his face on your neck as lips pepper kisses. Your arms didn't let go, even if you did he will halt it and put it back on him. As you bask his love for you.

You smile slightly.. You'd lied if you said that you don't love what he's doing to you, as he continues he proclaim his sufferable but intense love to you.

Hey so this is my first time writing

[wlwfemmef-ck]

The idea of scissoring and rubbing our cunts together as we rock against each other and our tits bounce has been plaguing my dreams.

Lesbian nsft content minors and men dni

[solusex]

Luv the idea of just sucking on Gilebren's tits and filling your body with so much milk that your boobs start leaking milk through ur shirt

Mmm infectious lactation, my ❤️…

I mean after all his milk is so hormone and calorie-rich, if you keep sucking down gulp after gulp you’re basically flooding your system with bovine growth hormones…

Tits inflating alongside your belly, packing on pound after pound and cup size after cup size.

Your nipples tightening, feeling hot and puffy. Sending pulses of pleasure as the pressure builds…

And builds…

And builds…

Your new udders gushing milk as you cum hands-free, leaking like the cow you are and mooing over and over.

Keep drinking by the way, he never said you could stop.

[darkvoidandmore]

Bustyboys with breast expansion

Yep, that's my dream. Having a horny man on my lap who everytime he cums, his chest swells into tits, and they grow bigger and fatter.

His nipples swell, he can't stop moaning because it feels so good, his cock is about to burst out of his pants. He's sobbing, his tits feel funny, his nipples tingle so much, he wants them to be squeezed and pulled.

He's going crazy, he's even dreaming about growing a fat pussy so he can squirt while someone drinks from his milky tits.

His enormous fat tits won't stop growing and they rip his shirt, but he loves it. He wants more, make him cum more.

Fuck him more, or he'll use you as his personal dildo just to get his tits bigger and fatter. So fucking big they're threatening to crush the walls of the room.

Everyone will see his glorious and beautiful tits.

[lostinfoster]

"Look at this! Those weird pills you've been giving me have turned me into some permanently lactating cow! It sprays everywhere....and I like it~"

[inthejunipergrove]

Hey sis, my tits are growing again, they hurt and I need you to suck on em. Oh come on, we're sisters, you're just helping out. It'd only be weird if I started grinding against you like this. Don't worry, no one will find out, now be a good girl and start sucking.

[ickytreats]

It may be my special day on my birthday but I have to thank my Mom and Dad for that, right? Especially my mom for everything she's done...

That's why as a good daughter after being spoiled all day I need to wait in their room all pretty. Have a bow wrapped around my chest, one in my hair, and another on my panties. A pretty gift for my parents to open and use.

Hearing them coo about how I'm such a pretty daughter for them. I was always their gift so they should enjoy me. Mom is the first to kiss me and the one that gets to pull open my pretty bow. Freeing my tits and getting to play with them as dad runs his hands up and down my thighs from behind.

Feeling Dad stick his hand into my panties and telling Mom how wet I am already. Well she may be our sweet little present but she's still the birthday girl. Mom chuckles and kisses me again, we can't focus on just us. I whine when dad pulls his hand out of my panties just to stick them in moms. Acting like you aren't equally wet...maybe even more, he teases her and pulls her into a kiss. I'm pinned between them as they kiss and try to grind on Dad's bulge.

Easy...we don't wanna rush our time. Dad says as he pulls away and grabs my hips. Give Daddy a kiss and then let's worship mama, he kisses me as Mom lays back on the bed. Spreading her legs for us as she watches us kiss. Panting we pull away and lay between her legs. Dad and I kiss her thighs and stomach until we get to her clothed cunt. Can I mom? I whine as I grab her panties, she nods. Of course you can, such a good daughter for asking. We taught her right, dad says as he watches me pull her panties down.

We settled down again, that cunt went through so much. Dad had to breed it so many times and then our precious gift came. Dad wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer, and pushing my face towards Mom's cunt. Give it some love, baby...show mom how thankful you are. I smile and nod before leaning in and kissing her clit. Just like that... Mom sighs and smiles, it's not just your day. I start sucking on her clit, looking up at her making sure I give her good pleasure. I watch her moan as Dad guides my face.

Dad leans down and our tongues touch as we both run them along her cunt. Moms hips jolt, we laugh as Dad holds her in place. We keep eating her out, sucking her clit, fucking her with our tongues until she's moaning so loud. She's shaking as she cums hard on our faces. Dad and I slurp her cum up then kiss, sharing her taste. Dad's turn! I giggle and softly push him back. Pulling down his boxers as mom joins me. Easy girls, I know daddy! I smile and lean down kissing his stomach.

He sighs as mom and I kiss his body. This cock did such a good job... Mom smiles at him and kisses his tip as I kiss his balls. Fuck... I can't have both of you on it if you both want me to breed you. Dad pants and moans as we take him into our mouth. Yes you can, you used to breed me for hours straight. Mom teases, I was younger. And? My dad can breed me...right? He moans and nods, I'll breed you. I'll breed my little girl all she wants. I smile and lick up his cock, kissing mom with the tip between our lips.

The birthday girl goes first, mom smiles and guides me onto my back. I giggle and nod as dad spreads my legs. Look at her so pretty... Dad sighs and taps his cock in my clit before pushing in. I moan and arch my back. Dad fucks me as Mom gropes my body, after a minute she settles down over me. I feel dad pull out of me and watch as mom moans over me. Her tits in my face and I suck on one as Dad fucks her.

Dad goes back and forth between us before cumming on both of our cunts. Dad... Its my birthday! I thought I was getting bred tonight, I pout. They both laugh and look at me, be a patient little girl...this is just round one.