Shay's Asylum

Writer // Artist // Animator // 20 y/o bi girl // MDNI.

[shayjonahjameson]

I literally have the biggest crush on Maul right now. Like he could genuinely stab me with his lightsaber. I need him so bad. At first the voice was jarring to me because it was so smooth and Zabrak men have this hot, monster look going on. It grew on me though. It works really well. He gives off the vibes that he'd like seeing tears. I shouldn't write for him. I should not write for him. I shouldn't write for him at all. That'd be devious.

[shayjonahjameson]

"If we play pretend, will it feel the same?"

Invincible War Mohawk Mark x Bimbo Afab Reader

A/N: Trying to write on this acc without it turning into smut or being overly freaked out is hard. Like, I think I understand Spider-Man's dilemma even more. It's hard living two lives, like 😔

Synopsis: You love Mark Grayson but he's with Eve. Mohawk loved you but he killed his version of you. Surely there's some overlap there that could benefit you both.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, threats, not proofread, writer's barely disguised fetish/how does dacryphilia make its way into everything I write, I'm doomed

"Mark...? Why'd you change your hair." You twirled a lock of your own around your well-manicured finger. Casually batting your eyelashes as if Mark Grayson hadn't just shot through your ceiling and landed in your living room. "And how come you're not wearing your mask?" Mohawk's manic eyes traced your figure with an intensity you weren't used to. Stopping short of your thighs. For some reason his ragged breathing and blood stained costume wasn't evidence enough of something wrong, in fact, you didn't even suspect he wasn't the real Mark.

His fingers twitched. His hands balled into fists and a bloodlust unfurled off his person in waves. Instead of staggering back you slowly sauntered over to him. "Honestly, Mark you really shouldn't be so lackadaisical, what if someone saw you?..." Mohawk's eyebrows furrowed. An unpleasant memory surfaced. He saw his version of you with her torso warped in disturbing disarray. Her blood slinking down his guilty fingertips and her last breath staining his expression with regret. He was hooked on your every word, but he wouldn't admit it. "Hello? Earth to Viltrumite? Are you even listening, Markie? You're such a terrible friend..."

You were silenced by a sharp pain surrounding your throat. You were hoisted high into the air by a gloved hand only to realize "Mark" was choking the life out of you. "Fuck, do you ever stop talking? Jeez, how'd this world's me not kill you yet. You're even worse than mine." His hand trembled. A disgustingly weak portion of his soul longed to have you back. It needed to feel your presence in his life again. It's what led him here, why his hand loosened around your neck, and why he couldn't leave without you. Your hands struggled against his wrist to no avail and his lips curled upwards at the ends. The betrayal circling in your eyes was delicious. "Oh, how precious, you don't know what's going on do you?"

Mohawk walked over to the couch and let you drop onto the cushions. Your desperate gasps for breath faded into obscurity behind the frantic news channel Mark turned on with the remote on the coffee table. Your eyes were downcast, and you were too shocked to watch the news. Mohawk's gloved palm rested on top of your head, and he forced you to face the screen. Your eyes widened in disbelief at the chaos the variant Invincibles' were causing. "W-Why..?"

"Pretty simple babe, we're just here to fuck this world up, courtesy of Invincible." He noticed tears slipping down your cheeks and his guilt was tempered by his own sadistic urge to see you cry more. He prodded your cheek with one of his fingers. "Hey, you mean something to him, right? Enough to know his identity at least. Hurting you will hurt Invincible." Every word that fell off his tongue tasted like lies and bitter poison. He missed you. He regrets killing you. He wants you back in his life.

While he was lost in thought you slipped off the couch to put distance between the two of you. Tears constantly slipped down your cheeks. It was hard seeing your friend's image being marred by this evil dupe. Especially because you had feelings for said friend. You took a step backwards and your heeled boot clicked loud enough to snap Mohawk out of it. His eyes snapped towards you, and he was off the couch in a blur of motion. You turned on your heel and burst forwards. Sprinting down your hallway with no goal in mind. You pushed into a room and tried to shut the door. The wood splintered into chunks within seconds, and in its wake, with wood pieces sticking to his suit was Mohawk. He shot forwards and you tossed a chair at him and were horrified by how it shattered on his skin.

He shoved you against the wall. His body was on you within moments, and he restrained your arms with a solid grip on your wrists. Before, you were clueless to how his eyes skipped sleazily over your legs, your quivering bottom lip, and your breasts. Now it was more than obvious that the bloodlust you thought you missed was just lust. You tried to squirm out of his grip but his strength was unbridled. You couldn't budge.

Mohawk was conflicted. He should kill you (again) and just be done with it. You were also conflicted. Mark meant so much to you. You secretly wanted him more than anything but lost your chance when he chose Eve. Now a different guy was wearing his face, and he looked like he wanted you too. Your knees started to buckle. A sob threatened to bubble up from your throat and fresh tears dribbled down your face. It sickened you how easy it was to tune out the helplessness these variants brought on the world to entertain the idea of you being with one.

"L-Let me go.." You eventually mumbled. "Please." Your mangled torso was glued to his mind's eye and he violently pulled off of you. Touching you a second longer would've killed his spirit. You were surprised he listened and, in that moment, you took a closer look at him. His eyes were wild, intense and he often wore a dangerous scowl. His mohawk stood up like a rooster comb and his skintight blue suit accentuated every muscle. Each movement sent a sensual ripple across his skin, and you had to cover your mouth to make sure you weren't drooling. His features resembled Mark's, but they were foreign in many ways. You hardly recognized his malicious glares or the way his teeth seemed sharp like a monster's. Once again that beautifully empty head singled out one thing and lost sight of everything else. The man was hot.. What else really mattered?

"Are you and him dating?" Mohawk's voice was rough. He refused to meet your eyes. He clenched and unclenched his fists. "The other me."

"No. He's dating Eve." Your eyes rolled onto the destroyed chair at your boots. The dust reminiscent of any chance you had with Mark.

Mohawk chuckled darkly. "Always Eve.. We never stood a chance huh? After your death I sought her out, but it didn't last. She's gone too." He noted your discomfort at the admission and changed the subject. "Look, I need to hurt Invincible and I think you can help me."

"Hurt Mark..? I don't.. Why would I ever help you hurt him? He's my friend." Not to mention he tried to kill you not even 15 minutes ago. Though he could see what you were really asking. "What's in it for me?"

"Mark chose Eve over you. That's gotta sting, doesn't it? Doesn’t part of you feel bitter?" He chuckled. "Doesn't it hurt?" Your face fell. Your world felt very grim acknowledging the facts Mohawk laid out in front of you. But despite that, you tried your best to ignore his words. "I'm way better than him, babe. Help me fucking hurt him, and I promise you'll never say his name again." You could feel temptation knocking, its syrupy tendrils ensnaring all reason and logic.

His words felt like wax drifting on your skin. You never cared much for logistics anyway. Your heart always did the talking and right now, you couldn't deny the tantalizing concept of fulfilling your love with another version of Mark Grayson. Better yet, fucking and platforming his evil dupe, no, his better half sounded like sweet music. "Why go through all this trouble? You can find any number of people attached to him to hurt him."

The humor drained from his expression. He gave into the longing that sent him here, that made him too wary of you, and kept you alive, despite the mission Angstrom gave him. "There's this sickness infecting me, and I can feel it spreading. I killed you, and that guilt has crept into every inch of my body. But guilt didn't bring me here. You did. I think I miss you. I think I miss my girlfriend. She's been gone for years, but you, you remind me of her. If you can see enough of Mark in me to stall your judgement and temper your morality, then the part of her in you should satiate me too."

It was simple really, you needed Mark, he needed you and you both were fucked up enough to ignore the other's flaws in order to see that through. Your tears stopped flowing, and you sniffled, as a throbbing headache formed you made your decision. "I'll do it." In a sudden whoosh of air, you were snatched up and whisked out of that house. Leaving behind only the memory of your conversation.

You buried your face in his chest as you both rose into the air. You could faintly make out his chuckling as the wind whipped wildly around you two. Among the constant evil giggles and wind, you heard another set of noises and they were getting closer. Suddenly Mohawk lost his grip and dropped you. Your screams were caught in the air above as you plummeted to the ground at high speeds. You tried to claw at something, anything, struggling to get hold of blank air as your impending doom filled your entire body with dread. Suddenly, you were yanked away from concrete and hoisted high up into the sky by your ankle. The rush made you feel dizzy and you could hardly think straight as you tried to keep your skirt upright. Your eyes locked onto your would-be savior, and you met the sight of Mark in yellow and black.

Mohawk appeared next to you both and rolled his eyes. "You almost killed her asshole."

"I can see her neck, dumbass. You tried to kill her too." The Mark in yellow sneered. "What're you doing with her anyway? Angstrom's orders were clear. No hostages."

"She's here of her own volition." He flashed a shit eating grin. You were starting to rethink this little partnership. You felt light-headed and struggled to focus on the conversation. Sinister Mark's hand slipped closer to your thigh.

"Is she now?" He snorted. He caught you staring up at him and said, "She's pretty sure, but I wouldn't get attached. She's probably his. He'll come for her."

"No, get this. This guy chose Eve. They're dating apparently." Mohawk shrugged. Their casual conversation while you dangled helplessly and struggled to keep your skirt from slipping down on your hips was humiliating. You squirmed trying to alleviate the stress being upside down was awarding. "Anyway, I'm taking her back with us. She chose to side with me. She'll be of use." Mohawk leaned down to poke your cheek. "Won't you?"

[to be continued]

[shayjonahjameson]

hi!!! just wanted to say i love your adam warlock fics alot and am unable to stop reading them and its affecting my ability to function 😄 thank you!!!

Adam has been one of my biggest crushes for the longest, him and Captain Mar-Vell greatly influenced how I draw male characters. So if me being overly fixated on Adam brings you joy, it brings me even more joy. Like I love to write and I don't really get to express this side of myself in real life so it's nice to have this outlet.

[shayjonahjameson]

I really liked your fic cuck of mohawk fucking the reader while mark watches,but you know what I like much much more? the angst

not necessarily with mohawk but imagine the reader leaving mark because she connected emotionally with someone else mark brought along for their cuckolding sessions and she breaks up with him

I don't know why it took me so long to answer this, I'm really bad at responding to stuff. In either case this is an interesting idea, I'll think on it. Sorry for the uber late response

[shayjonahjameson]

PLEASEEE i’m begging! any more mohawk mark x reader masterpieces you got brewing?!

Of course, forever and always

[shayjonahjameson]

Nothing but red haired Mirio Togata. Made with photoshop.

[shayjonahjameson]

"The doomsday clock stalls for laughter—"

Mirio Togata (Lemillion) x Chubby Black Afab Reader

A/N: After finally finishing MHA, it feels like an old chapter has closed for me and I feel all sad. I spent five years out of love with the show and even grew to despise it from how the whole Miles Morales vs Deku stuff went. Anyways, I had a love-hate relationship with Mirio, and I think I'm now obsessed with him unfortunately.

Synopsis: You're one of the heroes working with Sir Nighteye at his agency, while you two get along okay (slightly) you and his prized pupil don't. He's the sun, you're the moon. Your humor is totally different, and you're from separate parts of the world. Which is why he assumes you two don't mesh well, in all honestly, it's just hard to be around him so often with the huge crush you have. After admitting your feelings to Nejire, randomly, Mirio offers to train with you as you've been told you rely too much on your quirk.

Your Quirk // Psi Animation: She can animate any non-living object she touches and either give it a fixed set of movements while she’s in contact with it or continue to control its path as long as she’s still touching it somehow. During the animation she’s attached to an object she’s able to alter its shape, morphing the material any way she chooses, as long as she has an image in her mind for reference. Though the physical properties itself like weight or density won’t change.

Warnings: dacryphilia, praise kink, excessive cum, marathon/endless stamina, afab reader, not proofread.

"He's so hot Nejire, it's not fair." You drawl. Head buried in her fluffy pink pillows. The girl in question was painting her nails a pastel green color.

"Why not just talk to him then? He is so obsessed with you. All he talks about these days is how to make you laugh." She bites her lip in concentration.

You push yourself up to glance over at her. "No way... Not after he heard my treacherous cackle. I will never laugh again." You sighed. "Besides, no use getting my hopes up. He'd never like me."

"Never say never." She replies vaguely.

"Why... has he said something about me?" You asked hastily.

She shook her head. "Nope, not telling you anything. If you want to know how he feels, talk to him." She had a point, but you didn't want to talk, not yet anyways.

"Easy for you to say. I'm not used to this. People back home are so mean sometimes... I... He's just too muscular to even consider it." Your voice lowers to a melancholic whisper. There you were back in your head again.

Nejire puffed her cheeks. Her round cheeks flushing red at her own frustration with you. "You'll never know unless you talk to him. Give him a chance. Mirio isn't superficial like anybody you may have liked before, don't project such negative things onto him." It wasn't out of anger but a reverence and respect for her friend.

"Nejire.. I.." You frowned. Leaning back against her headboard.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have yelled. You just... You remind me of Tamaki. Once upon a time he let someone he loved slip through his fingers too. Life's too short. We're heroes and we have to take chances. Take it from a girl who is draining her own lifespan to protect others. Every shot counts. Even misses."

You watched in silence after that. Deciding to take her words into account. For they held a tenderness you'd been ignoring thus far. "We hardly ever see each other, what would I even do to...."

Nejire giggled. "Leave it to me. Don't worry. He'll be so excited."

[The next day]

You were walking through the agency when a strong arm wrapped around your shoulder. A distinct citrus cologne filled your nostrils, and you met the familiar blue eyes of Mirio. "Hey, what're you up to?" The blonde asked with a smile.

You stiffened immediately, trying desperately to ignore how close he was. "I'm going to the cafeteria. Nighteye said I use my quirk too much, and that I should train my physical body. But that sounds boring..."

"Training is boring but the cafeteria isn't?" He replied with a straight face. Not at all his usual flashy humor. It was obvious he'd picked up on your taste in dry humor. "You sure you don't want to at least try and attempt my strapping physique?" For emphasis he flexed his other arm, and you watched how the muscle rippled underneath the fabric.

"No thanks, I hate physical labor. And I hate sweat." You replied.

"Oh yeah...?" He let his arm slide down to your waist and his hand gently passed by your rolls. Gently settling between them. "I can tell." He whispered right next to your ear. "You're always avoiding workouts with the others."

That made your cheeks warm. Because of your dark brown skin, a blush didn't become prominent, but you felt the warmth of embarrassment swallowing you whole. "Huh?"

"Don't feel bad about it. In the past wasn't being a little bigger a symbol of wealth? Consider it now a symbol of undisturbed power. Not having to worry about physical strength or speed since your quirk is so amazing is a privilege."

"You really think so?" You shyly smiled a bit. Mirio's eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight. His hand unwrapped itself from you and he nodded.

"Of course I do. Can't say I don't envy it." He sighed. "You have no idea how it feels to have air pass through your lungs, or have your clothes literally slip off of you."

"You make it look so easy." You admit. "I don't know how you manage it."

"Okay.. If you really want to." If only you knew what you were getting into. Mirio perked up and interlocked your fingers suddenly.

"I could always show you." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We hardly ever spend time together... I don't like that." His expression was bright and happy like always, except you could sense he was troubled. You recalled Nejire's words.

The blonde immediately ran for the training area with you in tow. His legs carried him at high-speed forcing you into a sprint. "Mirio slow down! I don't like running—" Suddenly he whisked you off the ground and up into his arms, a bridle style carry. In an impressive burst of speed, you two ended up across the building at the training area.

You glanced up at Mirio and watched a bead of sweat roll down his cheek. He was breathing heavily. The area was dormant save for you two. His round blue eyes met yours and for the moment the air felt different. He hadn't put you down yet, and there was something to the way his hair looked slightly tousled. You wished he didn't use hair gel.

You didn't mind being in his arms. It flustered you how easily he picked you up and didn't seem to have even the slightest bit of strain. "I.. have to account for everybody. Just because someone is bigger or heavier doesn't mean they don't deserve a hero. I train as hard as I do so that nobody gets left behind." He seemed to read your mind. Or maybe your surprise was written all over your face. In any case his words made your heart melt.

Sure, it was a common sentiment amongst real heroes, but it felt nice to hear. "That's so sweet." Your voice came out warmer than intended, you were letting your feelings slip out. He set you down on a nearby bench and went for the lockers. "Wait, where are you going?" You asked.

He glanced back at you. "Oh, well I'm sure you know how my quirk affects clothing right? I'm going to put on my suit—"

"No!" You replied, albeit louder than you initially wanted and he looked taken aback.

"No?" He repeated.

"I mean.. I don't want you to have any advantages. Who knows what kind of support items you have." That might've been the weakest lie ever told. But if the stories were true there was no way you'd miss a chance at seeing him naked.

"Who knew you were such a pervert." He laughed, and it bubbled over to a loud hearty chuckle not long after.

"No it's not like that at all." You tensed up. "I'm not, look it's nothing like that"

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure." His eyes narrowed. Small blue crescent moons. A cheeky grin broke out on his face. "Aww that's cute, you're blushing, aren't you?"

You snapped your head to a different direction. Refusing to face him. "No. Besides, how would you even tell? It hardly shows up." Your heart was fluttering. Why was he flirting so much today?

"I've dated lots of pretty black girls. Their blushes are the cutest thing." He dropped his hands to his hips. "Now are we fighting or what?"

Fighting was the last thing on your mind. "I guess so." You stood up on shaky legs and followed him over to the middle of the room. That's when you put together part of his strategy or what you assumed was a strategy. Mirio often used humor to catch people off guard especially in battle. Maybe he was flustering you on purpose to make it easier to avoid your quirk? But that'd only work if he knew you liked him. Which you were making pretty obvious.

Mirio's cheeks were flushed red. He ran a hand down the side of his face. "You know, I've always wanted to spend time with you. But we don't get along well huh?" He sighed. "It's a shame. I really like you."

"That's mean. Pretending you like me and flirting with me just so you can win a fight?" You replied flatly.

He laughed again and started twirling your hair around his finger. "That's cute. You think I'm joking." This moment was growing way too intimate. Weren't you supposed to be fighting?

"Aren't you?" You reached into your pockets and pulled out a ball of clay.

His expression became uncharacteristically stony. "Not at all." In a blur of clothes and speed, Mirio slipped under the ground. His clothes fell to the ground in his wake, and you whisked around sharply. The clay in your hand started to take shape and with the image of a disc in mind it warped and changed.

"I really like you. You have no idea." You heard him whisper in your ear. And you turned too late. Awarded with a shove that launched you across the room. Once again, he slipped under the ground, and you stumbled. You settled on a simple animation; the disc would fly up and get you off the ground. After clambering onto it, you began to fly into the air, but you felt a strong grip around your ankle.

He yanked you off the disc. And you fell onto the ground, though his clothes cushioned your fall. For a moment you saw him towering over you and you got too distracted. Though he was too, clearly. The way he was looking at you was different. Most people wouldn't notice since he doesn't have the most common eyes around, but you could see how much emotion the tiny blue orbs had. He really did like you. In a surprising burst of speed, you maneuvered into a sweep and knocked him off his feet, though he slipped through the ground instead of falling.

You pulled out a ball of clay and formed another platform, immediately climbing on. It shot you into the air fast enough to avoid Mirio's hand. He cracked his neck and surprised you when he took off running for a wall. He leapt up and slipped into it with Permeation. You tilted your head in confusion, and suddenly Mirio appeared, launching out with a rush of force that sent him hurtling for you. You remembered his explanation, matter can't overlap so it rejects his body and spits him out, of course he would use something like that to his advantage.

He tackled you onto the ground. Knocking the wind out of you. Even with a power like yours, Mirio was just too fast, and strong. More importantly, you realized a naked Mirio was literally on top of you. His broad, sweat slicked body had you pinned. "Flying's boring, don't you want to fight down here."

"If you want." You replied. And you let your fingers touch the ground. Suddenly, it rumbled and quaked. Mirio perked up, sensing something behind him but reacting too late. From the flooring, you pulled up enough to create a model of Mirio, and with a solid image of him in your head, you gave him one action. The statue threw a punch at the real one, and as expected it passed through him. You rolled out from under him and pushed yourself to your feet.

The stone model looked exactly like the real thing, only he had no color, and it was missing Mirio's very noticeably striking, "personality." Mirio stood up slowly. "Wow. He looks just like me. Except I think you missed something." Following his eyes you noticed he was referring to the model's pelvic region.

"I can only make something I've seen and can picture clearly in my head." You would not let your eyes dip down this entire time. You'd likely die. You slipped behind your model. You rested a hand on his back prepping for an animation.

He put a hand on his hip. Mulling over what you said. This supposed training was laced with too much tension. Especially as your eyes traced the hard edges of his v-line. This was going to be a really long day. Mirio charged forwards, and you sent out the statue at the same time. Moving backwards to put space between you.

Immediately it sent out a flurry of punches, but Mirio easily vaulted over them, which you expected he would. The creature's mid-section twisted sharply, and his flurry of attacks hit Mirio in the back the moment he landed. This was your chance, pulling out as many things from your pockets as you could, you sent them all flying (lowkenuinely, this is you rn).

Mirio maneuvered past most of them. Slipping through some, until he reached you and expecting an attack you braced yourself. Instead, he gently patted your cheek and said. "Pretend this is me hitting you really hard." Which made you realize he hadn't really hurt you at all since this started, and that made you feel bad. You'd actually attacked him a few times.

"Mirio?" You said softly. He attentively waited for you to continue. "I really like you too. A lot actually." His eyebrows shot up. "You know what, it's okay if you win. I'm tired, and I don't want to start sweating."

The hand on your cheek, gently tilted your face up and he surprised you with a soft kiss. His other hand rested at your hip, and he drove you against him. Even through your clothes you felt the hard outline of his body, and he was so warm, so rigid. The hand at your cheek slowly trailed down to your neck, and he pulled you in closer. His lips were soft and faintly tasted like yellow starbursts. He really loved lemon candy. When your lips parted, a thin string of saliva kept them connected.

"You're blushing again, pretty girl." He said breathlessly. "You're so beautiful."

"It's hard not to get flustered around you, you're amazing Mirio." You sighed. Your hands rested against his chest. The moment was charged by passion, and tension that existed between you the moment you met. All the touches, the jokes, the "not getting along" was just a countdown to when you two inevitably caved. Your words sent electricity through his body and he tensed up. His entire face turned red and at the same time you felt something hard against your leg. Before you could mention it he pulled away from you and charged to his clothes, a blur of speed. He bolted into the locker room without another word.

[Sometime later]

After training with Mirio, he invited you over to his house, and the two of you were laying on his bed. You were straddling his lap while he sat upright, leaning against his headboard. "You're such a pretty girl." He said softly. His hands slid up and down your thighs, and your skirt slid up each time he did so. "I can't believe you thought I wouldn't like you."

"Well, we're so different. I just... I don't know." You replied. Your voice shaky because of his touch. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders. "I've always liked you though, and I've always admired you. You're so heroic, and kind. You try to make people happy with your jokes, and your smile is so nice. You're so sweet, and I love that about you." Once again that electricity shot through his body, and Mirio tensed up. You felt something hard prodding against your inner thigh. It took you a moment, but you realized that it was he got hard.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Hearing you say all those good things about me just does things." He bit his lip. Mirio's eyes glazed over with arousal.

"You don't have to apologize. I don't mind." His dick was long, and impressively thick from what you felt, and that flustered you. His hands slid up higher until they slipped completely under your skirt. He grabbed handfuls of your ass.

"Hop up for a second pretty girl." And as Mirio asked, he helped you off his lap and you settled on the bed beside him. He moved in front of you. Pushing up your skirt until the thin lacy black panties you wore were in view. He pulled them down with his teeth. His eyes were fixated on how strings of thin, translucent slick seemed to stick to the fabric. You were so wet already and the sight alone went straight to his dick.

Once they were off, he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and mounted your legs on his strong shoulders. "This is okay, right?" He asked quietly. You gave him a subtle nod and he cheekily grinned. "Not gonna work pretty girl, I need to hear it. Tell me, is this okay?"

"Y-Yeah." You said softly. He used two fingers to spread you open.

"All women's bodies are different, and I've always thought that was beautiful. Looking at you now, I know it might be silly, but you remind me of the inside of a strawberry." His comparison was silly, but you can tell it was out of reverence and that made you happy. Mirio pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, and his tongue slipped out to swirl around your entrance. "Sooo tasty." He said lowly.

He flicked his tongue with a precision that made your legs tremble, and you squirmed. He grabbed onto your thighs to keep you steady, and you felt his tongue slip into you briefly, before messily gliding across the outside of your pussy. You felt his nose brush against your clit, and you squirmed again, voice coming out in low and broken whimpers. He focused on your clit again, and his lips latched onto it, sucking dangerously. You had his name on your tongue, and he liked that, a lot. Your fingers slipped into his blonde hair and sifted through appreciatively.

As your orgasm approached, Mirio's laughter vibrated across your skin, and you squirmed again. He was making out with your pussy at this point. Between sucking on your sensitive clit, tongue fucking you, or teasing your entrance with slow, delicate swipes of his tongue, Mirio had you on the ropes. Your back arched off the bed as you hit your climax and slowly Mirio pulled back from you. His jaw was glistening, and his tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth. Even though he'd been pleasuring you he himself looked blissed out.

A quick activation of Permeation had his clothes slipping off, and he let them fall to the floor. You glanced down and your eyes flew open wide. As you thought, his dick was long, and thick, at the base there were faint tufts of blonde hair. It was really pretty. The head was flushed pink and dribbling with pre. It was bigger than you already thought it was. He leaned over you, adjusting your legs to rest around his waist. As he gave his length a couple pumps, your eyes met his, and for once you felt a strong inclination to keep the eye contact.

"Still okay? Did you change your mind?" He asked. "You know you can tell me, I promise. You can tell me anything." He kissed your cheek.

"Anything?" You replied. He nodded with a cute, cheeky grin. "I need you; I want this. I need it. Please, I really need you."

"How do you want it?" He asked with no hesitation.

"Gentle, slow, like in the romance movies." You replied. He adjusted himself accordingly. You were lying against his pillows, Mirio on top of you, holding your legs around his waist. You felt him sliding in, a slow, steady intrusion. His dick began stretching you out, and you felt his warmth sliding against you as he slowly pushed in. It stung a little, and you started to squirm.

"It's okay, baby," he said breathlessly. "I'm almost done." Soon he bottomed out, the tip just barely grazing that sweet spot inside you. He had you so full and that felt perfect. Equally warm, and stuffed. He bit his lip. Slowly pulling out, leaving nothing but a quarter of his cock inside you. He rolled his hips and buried himself back in. He repeated this until his thrusts followed the same pattern. He rolled his hips slowly, pulling out until he was only partially sheathed and burying himself back into the hilt.

"Mirio...?" You moaned. Your hands slid up his back, eagerly drifting up the muscles until they rested at his shoulder blades.

"Yeah baby?" He replied, blue eyes misty and glazed over with pure passion.

"I... want more." He laughed in response, and he went from languidly driving his hips against yours, to a faster, sharper pace. His headboard started knocking against the wall. The new rhythm had his dick pulling out of you completely before slamming back in, stuffing you full. He threw his head back, and your nails dug into his skin. His hips snapped against yours wildly, and he was losing control of the pace he set.

"You feel so good pretty girl. So perfect." His voice was shaky, and you could tell he was getting close. He looked lost in the pleasure. His Adam's apple bobbed, his hair was tousled, sweat glided down his muscular body and those same muscles fucking rippled with each movement. Flexing and shifting as he rolled his hips. Your walls spasmed around his dick, endless slick guided it deeper and deeper into you, and you could hear the abhorrent noises you two made getting louder in the process. Soon you both hit your peak, his cum spurted deep inside you, sending hot ropes straight to your womb as your own cum coated his dick.

While you were catching your breath, Mirio stood up, still holding onto your legs, keeping you against him. You locked your legs around his waist to help him keep you upright. Before you could ask what, you felt something warm and wet sliding against your tongue. You looked down and noticed his tongue brushing yours. He pulled out of you, cum slinking down your inner thighs and then he slammed back in. Once again, he started driving his cock deep inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot. He kissed you, and once again, as the kiss broke your tongues slid over one another.

You had no idea that the day would lead to you and Mirio, up against his wall, enjoying the taste of each other's tongues while he fucked you like he hated you. His hips were moving at the speed he designated to training. A wild burst of movement that had you nearly screaming. Your walls trembled around him. Tightening up only for a blissful stretch to drive you back open. "All night, I want to go all night for you, pretty girl." He pumped you full of another load of his cum, causing you to reach your orgasm too. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before he slowed to a stop. While catching his breath, Mirio brought you back to his bed and set you down.

You were a mess. His cum started dribbling out of you and sliding down your inner thigh. He stood at the edge standing over you. Somehow, his dick still stood upright, sticky with your cum, and some of his own. He got on the bed with you, settling behind you, and suddenly coming to grab at your clothed breasts. He started running his hands over them slowly and you felt your nipples hardening up at the contact. He slipped your shirt off over your head and undid the clasps of your bra. As soon as it slipped off, his hands grabbed your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples in harsh circles. He leaned down and licked one of them. Your moan was indicative of your enjoyment, so he kept going. His tongue swirled around one, before he started to gently suck on it.

He let your nipple fall out of his mouth with a nice satisfying pop and then pushed your shoulder. You realized what he wanted and leaned down onto your elbows. He ran a hand along your ass before giving it a harsh slap and watching it jiggle. He held onto you and spread you enough to slip back in, and you moaned pleasantly as he slid back in. He started rolling his hips again, enjoying the sight of how your softer body looked in comparison to his. He was rigid, sturdy, unyielding and you were plush, round. As he started a new pace, the angle allowed him to hit that spot inside you he'd been missing this entire time. The moment his dick grazed your g-spot, you started screaming his name.

He felt sleazy, but he couldn't stop grinning. Your walls spasmed and wrapped around his dick so nicely. His cheeks flushed and his hips snapped forwards with pure hatred. Even though he loved you desperately, his movements felt like hate, because of how intense they were. His hand wrapped around you to slip between your legs, and he started rubbing your clit in harsh, rapid circles. His other hand rested on your ass, alternating between a soft massage, or a decadent slap. Mirio reached for your hair, and gently tugged so your head wasn't buried in his pillows.

"Oh, pretty girl, does it feel good?" He asked breathlessly.

"Mhmmm." You moaned out. "F-Feels perfect. You're.. so.. good to me." Tears brimmed your lashes, slipping down your round cheeks, and off your face. Mirio noticed your tears and for some reason, he felt his cock twitch inside you. The sight of your glossy eyes had his hips snapping forwards with ferocity. He started laughing again, and it was so hot, especially paired with what he said next.

"Not very heroic of me to make a pretty girl cry. I'm so sorry." Though the smile on his face, and how he hadn't slowed down at all was evidence he was not at all sorry. Rightfully so, those were tears of pure pleasure, total bliss. He cursed under his breath and once again spilled a load of cum deep inside you. Thick ropes of cum that made you feel like you were nice and full, you could even feel it sloshing around inside of you.

[shayjonahjameson]

"My tongue's perfect, tell me how it tastes."

Afab Black//Dark-Skinned Chubby Reader x Adam Warlock

A/N: I don't know where this drawing was going, but I think it looked interesting enough. Also, after looking inward, I realized I have a fetish for eyes not being shown because I hate eye contact and have ommetaphobia. When characters hair covers their eyes, they wear shades, or have on a mask, I literally get obsessed. Especially with skeletal characters who don't have eyes at all. Like Ghost Rider. So... That's something I learned about myself recently. MDNI

Warnings: reader has ommetaphobia (fear of eyes), missionary, creampie, unprotected sex. not proofread

"Look at me." He said softly. His eyes were empty as always. The dull white orbs never lacked passion as they did color, and you could feel them burning into the back of your skull. You refused to look at him. How could you do anything else? It was physically uncomfortable to stomach his impassive glares. It felt like he was slinking through your skin just by looking at you. As if he could bounce around in your brain with just with a glance. That made your skin crawl... Imagine if he knew all the unholy shit clogging your mind's eye.

"Hello?" He called out but you were far too gone to hear it. Your attention was deep in the crevices of your own mind. Adam walked around you until he stood before you. He bent down slightly until he was eye level with you. The moment his warm palm settled on your bare brown shoulder, you jumped a mile out of your skin.

"A-Adam!?" You mumbled. Pretty brown eyes rolling off to the side to avoid his gaze. "You scared me."

His eyes narrowed to thin slits. "You're not listening." He said sternly. That tone sent a shiver down your spine and for a moment, your eyes flickered to his face. His golden jaw clenched with frustration, blonde hair sifted beautifully over his eyes, tongue sliding over rows of perfect white teeth and your knees buckled. "Why don't you ever listen to me?"

His eyes peeked out at you from behind his hair, and you immediately found the ceiling more interesting than his handsome face. Suddenly, his fingers hooked around your jaw and slowly tilted your head downwards until you locked eyes with him. Wide eyed and nervous, you skittishly tried to avoid looking at him but with a tilt of his head he tracked every path your eyes took. Entering your line of sight each time without fail.

"Adam stooop!" You whined. His gloved finger slipped over your bottom lip. Tracing the plump, soft skin with an attentiveness that made it hard to focus.

His fingers slipped away from you and he leaned back. You watched him lean his head back and sigh deeply. Once again, his messy blonde curls fell over his eyes, obscuring the deep white orbs that gave you so much grief. Moments like this, when those cruel, evil white spheres were hidden, you felt your heart flutter. You could truly appreciate his handsomeness. His nostrils flared, a signal of irritation and your breath quickened.

He glanced your way again, and that messy mop of curls strayed partially, but you didn't see his eyes. "Adam, I don't mean to upset you... I just. I can't. It's, too much."

He clicked his tongue, then with one hand, he combed through the hair obscuring his face and drove it back. His lips curled upwards at the ends. "Is it... because you're afraid, I'll hear all those slutty whispers frolicking in your mind?"

You froze up, eyes instinctively swishing around for a target, but you couldn't move. You were frozen to the spot, with nothing to focus on but him. "I.. uh.." You started.

"Is it because you're scared, that I'll feel it? That I'll feel you?" He leaned close, and you drew back shyly. He reached out and took a fistful of your shirt, pulling you up to the tips of your toes. The soft plushness of your stomach spilled out from where your shirt rode up. You felt your cheeks warming up and heat spilled across your skin.

"Adam—" You tried but your voice cracked as his gloved fingers gently slid up your stomach, gently cascading up the soft bundles of flesh.

"Because I do feel it. I feel you, every time I look at you, I feel it all." A blush settled across his cheekbones. "And I fucking love it."

Despite the fear in your chest, you couldn't deny how good it felt to give into the temptation to look at him. "You.. love it?" You questioned.

He giggled. The sound was low, melodical, and indictive of how lovesick he was. That blush worsened and his golden cheeks turned a bright red. He let go of your collar and you stumbled backwards, landing on his bed, where you bounced a couple times from the impact.

He stood between your parted legs, with an unyielding wanton gaze and for once you did your best to grant him the eye contact, he craved.

"Keep your eyes on me love, and I promise to take you all night. Just like you wanted." He said breathlessly. Just who could say no to an offer like that?...

He decided to reward your adventurous compliance with missionary. One of his strong hands kept your thigh fastened to his side. Every thrust sent a pleasurable spasm throughout your body, and you couldn't help the cute little noises you were making. He drove his dick deeper and deeper each time, eyes locked in an intense contest as he did so. Every time you were tempted to look away, his fingers would gently guide your face back to his direction and then he'd speed up.

There was nothing more perfect than Adam Warlock's dick. Curved perfectly to reach that spot inside you each time. Each thoughtful thump of his bedframe accompanied by the sloppiness of slick skin slapping against each other, was made that much more intense by how he looked at you. You both shared a curious exchange, one so passionate and raw. It was embarrassing but also so... intimate.

One of his hands rested beside your head to help keep him upright, the other interlocked your fingers with his. His hips rolled impatiently, breaking the sweet rhythm into harsher, desperate strokes.

"A-Adam, I'm gonna..." You mumbled. He bit his lip, gently pressing his forehead against yours, and his hips snapped against yours. Translucent slick coated his cock, and partially his abdomen, droplets of your essence stuck to his dick each time it drove in. Mixing in with the thick ropes of cum that spilled out of you once he finished himself.

Breathing heavily, Adam let go of your hand to grip your other thigh and flipped onto his back. You felt your soft, pudgier body mash against his muscular one and you held onto his shoulders for support. Still, you didn't break eye contact and he grinned. "Just like that. Keep your eyes on me, and I'll fuck you all night, all day, forever and always. As long as you can keep those pretty eyes open."

Maybe eye contact wasn't so bad after all.

[shayjonahjameson]

A/N: MDNI. I'm so not normal about Toji, literally blick me down I don't give a fuck. I neeeeed him. There's nothing i want more. I would drain his balls until they were flat like flapjacks, let him carve his name into my womb with his dick, then I'd use all the cum to make face masks, shampoo and food. Just so I'd have enough of that yummy cream.. id cover myself in it just to smell like him. Like i have this Toji hoodie i put on to feel close to him.. If i cant be one with his soul, ill settle for being doused in his juices. Even saliva.. Bathe me in your spit kind of deal. He can whip out his dick and start peeing, if he asked me I'd let him cover me in it. He could walk barefoot and ill lick the soles of his feet clean after each step. If he's sad i want him to lay on me, because my body is soft, like a pillow and could cushion the weight of his troubles. I want to give him a hug, dry his tears, and ease his suffering. I wonder how his tongue tastes, I want to slather mine all over his and live off his saliva instead of water. He'd walk in on me throating and lovingly kitty licking his bottled semen, then I'd make it up to him by braiding his pube—... i really want this old man. I'd do anything he wanted.

Mb went on a rant.

Warning: Gun play, dacryphilia, knife play, fear play(kind of) afab reader, dark themes (playing around with a gun with its safety off). Not proofread. Straight off the dome.

Imagine toji fucking you from the back, then he pulls you by your hair, and puts his gun to your temple, or alternatively a pretty thick blade to your throat.. I think that blend of his dick gushing with your juices ramming deep inside of you, and hearing his safety click, is so hot. Like fuck..

Toji chuckled, the cool metal grating against your skin with every stroke. His dick plunged deep into you, massaging wads of cum into your walls. You could feel it slinking down your inner thigh. His hips languidly guided yours with a ferocity that made you melt, and then.. click! His thumb stroked the safety of his gun, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

"T-Toji?—" You started, silenced by a slutty whine as his freehand messily toyed with your clit in tune with a really mean rhythm.

"Wouldn't you know it doll? My finger slipped.. I'll try to be more careful." His tongue traced the scar at the edge of his mouth. His eyes narrowed slightly. His finger ghosted the trigger, just barely and you let out a little whine. Giving him the perfect reaction, a nice set of tears streaming down pretty brown cheeks. His hips stuttered, and he shot thick, molten ropes of cum into you, so much that it filled your womb to the brim and leaked out the sides where he plugged you full. His cum dribbled down until it formed a pool underneath the both of you.. domestic bliss.

[shayjonahjameson]

"There's always a price to pay. For everything."

A/N: As soon as I saw this skin on Rivals i knew that game would have EVERY inch of my time as soon as winter break started, and my finals were put to the side. MDNI (Minors. Do. Not. Interact.)

Synopsis: For some reason you can't remember who you were before meeting Adam Warlock and he refuses to help you regain your memories. As you repeatedly failed to meet your mentor expectations, you decide to seek out his mortal enemy, hoping to find answers. Before you can decide against it you find yourself face to face with the Magus and find it increasingly difficult to stay loyal to Adam. But.. does he even deserve your loyalty to begin with?

Warnings: Smut written by a virgin. Glove kink, dacryphilia, excessive cum, overstimulation, mirror sex, erotic asphyxiation via a headlock, proofread (kinda, I was tired mb). One of my tamer fics I think.

Word Count: 5,374

The last thing you remembered before boarding the strange ship was an unforgiving, blistering cold threatening to consume you whole. You still felt that chill beneath your skin. A feeling you’d likely never forget. A sort of magic, you believed. It wrought control of your senses, had you nearly frozen half to death the moment you snuck on. Luckily for you, you were able to endure it. However, unluckily enough, any courage you had for this particular mission was sapped away with your remaining body heat as you traversed the large spacecraft. Fear crippled your resolve, had you shaking, ill fit for a trip back to your own ship. Your chance to back out of this really fucked up idea had shriveled to dust along with any hopes you had of escaping emptyhanded. You needed to face him. 

Your footsteps echoed in the wide corridor. Red banners hung low from the ceiling and a luxurious carpet draped along the metallic flooring, oozing of posh regality. Murals befitting a royal decorated the walls, featuring a man bearing the face of perfection, but eyes that denoted a lifetime of evil and corruption. For a moment, you paused, while you heard countless stories of Adam Warlock's dark counterpart, you'd never imagined him to look so eerily similar. And unfortunately, the evil look suited him. Heat warmed your cheeks, infusing the dark skin a shade of rosy red. It was wrong, surely, fantasizing about a man's evil half. But no one would ever know. You paused for a moment, hesitant, as a shiver ran up your spine. It felt like someone was watching you, and you could've sworn you heard a faint chuckle lingering in the air behind you. Immediately you whisked around, eyes wide as saucers, but were met with an empty hallway. Noting your breath as it puffed visibly, an indicator of the cold climbing back through the ship, you turned on your heel and started your trek once more. 

You hit a sharp left and ended up in a spacious throne room, devoid of life but filled with boundless riches. The throne was concocted of pure silver; an iridescent sheen ran down its side as you walked around the room. There were two statues of the purple man you saw painted before. The installments revered him like a deity, as they were taller than anything you've ever seen and dripping with silver plating. It was breathtaking. Behind the statues was a long slender spear, held in the maw of a beautiful, marble bird. Its talons hooked over the back of the throne, its wings outstretched as if to fly. The place was upkept for sure, but there was no sign of anybody in this room, you just kept getting lucky it seemed. Seeing your reflection in the silver statues resurfaced your buried guilt. What were you even doing here? You came onto the ship believing you would give anything to know the truth, but Adam would be disgusted if he saw you groveling for the Magus. If he knew you were here. 

As you turned to leave the throne room you noticed a few more murals on the walls, all depicting the same man, alone, sporting a mad grin, and cold red eyes that seemed to follow your plush figure out of the room. Once again, a wave of cold pushed through, and you felt your body shaking. You started speed walking in the direction you came in, hoping the ship was ready for your swift exit. Fear and guilt gnawed at you, for your entire mission was staked on foolish whims. Your heart's desire was debilitating, leading to your current predicament. Though it was hard to think with the cold invading your senses again. the Magus kept his spaceship fucking freezing, you could hardly stand it. A thought attached itself to the forefront of your mind. 

"I shouldn't have come, I never should've—"

"Oh? But then I never would've seen you again, my dear." A cold voice responded to your thought, aloud. It felt like ice washed over your skin, your blood curdling beneath your veins. Hastily you peeked over your shoulder, but again, there was no one there. Undeniably that voice was clear as day, you heard someone, and they heard your thoughts. You snapped your head forwards and broke out into a sprint, scrambling down the hallway, heavy white puffs invading your line of sight as you picked up speed. Suddenly, as you neared the exit, the corridor began to stretch longer and longer, your legs hardly carrying you an inch as the bay door seemed to disappear down an infinite hallway. You slid to a stop, your legs burned from the exertion, like bricks of lead weighing you down. Whispers danced along your shoulders, forcing your head every which way in an attempt to source the noises. Once again, the laugh from before bubbled up like a volcano, swarming you with humiliation, and something else.

"Skulking around my ship, like a lost bunny—" Suddenly a voice whispered in your ear, accompanied by a soft weight on your shoulder. Your eyes slowly peered over to meet theirs, and you stiffened, there he was, perfection incarnates doomed other half, the Magus. His head rested on your shoulder; empty red eyes searched your own. "What have you come here searching for?" Your knees buckled, and you felt the cold seeping into your lungs, causing you to hack and cough. Your eyes narrowed to thin slits, and you whisked around sharply, backing up clumsily, nearly tripping over your own legs. His eyes were transfixed on yours, or they were, before they slowly drifted down your body. "Trouble speaking your mind? You'll find it very hard to live if you don't." For a moment you considered this was the moment, to tell him your desire and beg aimlessly to see it through, no matter the cost. But despite your error, loyalty to Adam won, you couldn't betray him like this.

"I'm not afraid of you." You retorted, but you were thoroughly unconvinced, and he could feel it. "I will not fall for your words."

"My words?" He replied, voice like silk. "What did you hear about my words?" 

"That you like to say things to earn favor or fear, and you're good at it, being manipulative that is." You spoke.

He seemed unbothered by the accusation. "That's cruel. Believing in preconceived ideas of who I am, what I am... Surely you have no place to believe you're superior, seeing as you snuck onto my ship like a thief, or some kind of voyeur." You looked away, a mistake really, because he could sense the dent to your resolve that fear, and the cold had already weakened. 

"I shouldn't have come here, and you're right, I'm sorry." You said softly, but he groaned loudly, shaking his head. "I'm not perfect, I thought I could find something here that I shouldn't have been searching for in the first place." 

"You sound just like him. That bastard has poisoned you." He spat out venomously. His voice oozing with bitterness, evidence enough of his time in your mind, your relationship with Adam must be sour to him. You wondered why he even cared. "Oh, he's thought he's won, flaunting you over me. He'll be sorry." He mumbled. His messy white hair obscured his left eye. It was awfully cute. His mannerisms reminded you of Adam. Noticing you lowering your guard, whether it was curiosity or complacency he didn't mind. Slowly his fingers brush yours and as they make contact, he interlocks them and pulls you close. Causing you to stumble forwards, and when you do, you crane your neck to look up at him. Coming to note the height difference between you two, and I mean really notice. The way he towered above you, with such an effortlessly rugged, chiseled body, greatly contrasting your soft frame. The way he was staring at you, with a grin like the devil, it should've scared you, should've filled you with regret, but it didn't. His words made your knees buckle but his true aim was your heart.His free hand came up to caress your cheek, and a longing befell his arrogant expression. His eyes bore a familiarity that made your head throb. The cold enveloping you didn't seem organic, it was man-made, artificial and it wove its way around your body the closer you were to him. Trying to keep you away, trying to force you to leave. Your eyes flicked over to your fingers, interwoven with his, and as your eyelids droop, you fall forwards into the strong arms of the Magus and pass out from the overwhelming cold seeping through your system. 

[Few hours later]

You wake up with your cheek pressed to the ground; your arms tightly bound behind your back and a cold against your wrists. You struggle to force yourself upright without your arms and stumble. You slowly sit up, hissing as the tightness of the restraints dig firmly into your wrists. Confusion stitched your eyebrows together and your eyes slowly trailed up from the familiar base of a throne to the red eyes you'd become so entranced by. Sitting in the massive chair was the Magus, head resting on his fist, lips twisted into a neutral line and eyes transfixed on you. Messy white curls generously stopped at the edges of his shoulders, and black markings surrounded his eyes, dipping down like mascara streaks. Suddenly you felt that much smaller, shrunken to dust beneath his glare. Breaking the intense eye contact you looked down at the floor, feeling the weight of his rage despite the silence. You felt stupid from how easily he played you, bewitched by his allure that reminded you of your mentor, you hadn't even attacked him once. This whole thing was a really bad idea..

"Adam's taken his time with you, I see. You make him so proud, don't you?" He says calmly, but there's a bitter poison in each word, as if disgust isn't enough to convey his feelings. You draw a breath to answer, and an invisible force shuts your mouth. "No, that was rhetorical. I've no desire to hear you, you're brainwashed." You pout, eyes all wide with confusion. Still leaned against his fist his disdain dissolves to amusement, your expression was so cute. Suddenly, his magic envelopes your body, a warmth that makes you feel weightless. It forces you upright and suddenly you snap forwards until you're before his throne, close enough to feel the silver at your knees. You feel your cheeks warming from the proximity, eyes rolling up to peer at him from where you're kneeling. A demeaning stance, even more so humiliating with his henchmen in the back of the throne room, peering at you, awaiting their master's orders. "If—" He drawls, his eyes flicking down to your lips. "—any more of my inferior's drivel comes out of your mouth, I'll do something rash." A gloved hand lifts up your chin, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. 

His voice was low, intimate, it caught you off guard and admittedly made you flustered. He bore the face of your mentor, who was undoubtedly your heart's greatest desire, had his voice, his touch, it was too much to bear. Your body was confused, or rather, your heart was guilty and your mind desperate. It felt all too familiar being this close, you reasoned it was because of your feelings for Adam, but... was that really why? You tried your best to bury those feelings, the ache that made you hesitant, that wanted you to lean into his touch. "That cold from before...?" You asked. 

"A security measure." He replied flatly. Although he tried to feign disinterest, he seemed adamant on touching you. His hand lifted up, now playing in your hair, which felt really nice. "You're acclimated to the ship, so it won't kill you. You already were once, just took some time for your body to remember."

"I.. I've never been on your ship before." You replied.

He chuckled and twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. "But haven't you? Tell me again, why did you come here?" The guilt from before came gnawing at you, shame made you bow your head, leaning out of his touch. 

"I wanted him to forget me because I keep disappointing him." You said quietly. In a moment of weakness, you'd looked away but still felt his eyes on you. "I thought you'd be willing to go along with it, because you hate him. That's why I came here.” 

He shook his head slowly, his lips curling into a frown. "I know you, I can feel your thoughts, your mind... Do you think you can lie to me?"

"I'm not lying—" You start. 

"The dreams, failing him, feeling out of place being a hero, and how your mind is always empty? Doesn't it bother you that you can't remember past meeting Adam?" He says flatly. As he voiced your thoughts out loud, you leaned away from him, hyper-aware of the fact that you'd basically had your head in his lap until a moment ago. 

“I’m not listening to any more of your manipulation.” You grit your teeth. Angry you hadn’t pulled away sooner, and also embarrassed for how easily your loyalty was wavering. 

“Aww, are you angry..? Do you like me touching you? Is it familiar? Do you remember how many times I’ve touched you, made you cum, made you scream?” His words were dizzying, created a dull ache in your head.

“No. No, none of that is true.” You reasoned. You started stumbling backwards, trying to put as much space between you two as possible but his voice carried far as if he was still right in front of you. 

He made no moves to chase you, his chuckle bounced along the walls as if to humiliate you further, and you couldn’t take it anymore, tears started streaming down your cheeks. Your head was throbbing, it violently pulsed as if something inside your mind was trying to break free. He twisted his wrist and evaporated your cuffs, your fingers made their way into your hair and you pulled desperately, clawing at your scalp as if it could help. His words had wormed their way into your heart, picking at all the insecurities that led you to his ship in the first place. You wanted answers, you needed to know why Adam disliked you so much, despite how much you tried to be perfect for him. You craved a man you’d never met and dreamt about him often late at night, the ghost of his purple touch lingering throughout the day, an arduous torture that left you so, so lonely. You were desperate to know why you didn’t know anything about your life before Adam saved you. No matter what he’d never spill an iota of information about your old life. Just who were you? Why couldn’t you remember? Your sobs echoed throughout the throne room, and you curled up on your side, pressing your cheek to the cold metallic floor.

“I could give it all back to you.” He says calmly. Your eyes meet his, your vision blurred from the tears. His eyes were narrowed, and his teeth grazed his bottom lip. He zeroed in on the translucent streaks marring your cheeks. Not even the slightest bit ashamed as desire pooled in his gut. 

“R-Really?” You sniffled. “You could?”

“You know I could, that’s why you're here.” He replied. “But know this, my help is not free. Do you still want it?” 

You nodded slowly, and suddenly, the room started spinning. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you fell limp against the cold floor. 

[Flashback]

“You don’t have to listen to what he says.” Adam said firmly. Golden eyes narrowed disapprovingly. 

You laughed, the melodical sound seemed to rattle him to the core. “How many times will you try this?” You leaned back against the cool white wall, sliding down periodically, your eyes a seductive taunt. “Just leave me alone, Adam.” His eyes watched your body closely, jaw clenched.

“Why would I ever leave you with him? He’s a monster. And I can’t believe you’re with him, willingly. I’ll never understand it.” He replied.

You shrugged. “He’s good to me, what can I say?” 

“He’d sell your soul if it meant more power. You are worthless to him.” He snapped and it made you flinch. 

You recovered quickly and rolled your eyes. “Like I said, he’s good to me. Until I’m sacrificed, I’ll enjoy his company forever. ”You slowly forced yourself back up and tried to turn and walk away when you felt him grab your arm. “Hey—” You started. 

“Do you know how many people he’s killed? All the innocent lives sacrificed in his endless pursuit for power? Do you have any idea how crazy he is?” Adam snapped. “Are you that dense that you’d ignore all of that just because you love him?” You try to pull out of his grip, but instead, he drags you closer. Your eyes widen in surprise. “No, that’s too complex for you. It isn’t about love isn’t it, is it just because he makes you feel good? Is sex the only thing fueling your brain?”

“Such cruel words from perfection. I’m not.. Sex doesn’t fuel my anything.” Your mouth twitches into a grimace, and you pull your arm out of his grip. Turning to look elsewhere, your back facing his direction. “I don’t need you to understand it. I love my husband, nothing you ever say will change that. Why do you even care?”

“Because I love you. And seeing you wasted at his side, there’s no greater insult.” A dark shadow passed over Adam’s face. He bit his lip, a bit hesitant. “If you won’t listen, I can always just force you to. A blank slate would be less inclined to mess with a monster like him. Maybe you’d listen if you didn’t remember his influence.” 

A shiver ran down your spine, and when you looked at Adam, momentarily his expression reminded you of your husband. “What are you saying?” Adam didn’t answer, instead, he started approaching you, his fingers hissing with golden energy. You turned and burst into a sprint, running down the corridor, your heels threatening to snap your ankles as you hobbled like a penguin. As you peeked over your shoulder you squealed, seeing him running at you full speed like a mad-man. You took off your heels and hurled them at him, the obstructions doing nothing to stop him. Eventually you came to a dead end, the golden trimmed white walls seemed like a prison. Adam stopped a few feet away from you, his eyes brimmed with what looked like golden fluid. 

“I’m sorry.. I don’t want to do this but you leave me no choice. He’s poisoned you, but..” He paused, stepping closer, despite your shaking frame. “You can be fixed.” He grabbed you, his hands rested at your waist. Pulling you flush against him. You felt a headache, every ounce of your former self drained away, your resistance faded all too quickly. Head empty, lip trembling, doe eyes wide and all confused. 

“M-My head hurts..” You mumbled. 

“I’m sorry.. It’s my fault.” Adam mumbled, letting go of your body.

“Who are you?” You quirked a brow, “Where am I?” 

He hesitated. His eyes squeezed shut tightly. “My name is Adam Warlock, your mentor, this is my spaceship..”

“I can’t remember.. Anything.” You whimper, holding your head. He holds your hand, interlacing your fingers. “Good. Let’s go.”

[End of flashback // Present day]

You’re laying in bed, black satin sheets drape your body as you toss and turn. You squirm as your lips part, soft whimpers escaping them. Memories of time spent with Adam, blending with memories of the Magus, your true lover. You felt the ghost of his purple touch, how he felt inside you, making you scream over and over again. It was far too much, you woke up all worked up, your head finally not throbbing, but sweat beading on your skin.  All your love had been a lie, everything you’d known, a lie. You turn to lay on your side, the fluffy black pillow was nice and rewarding. Your memories returned slowly instead of all at once, but they were trickling in. Beneath the sheets you felt your skin sweltering, a desire long hidden resurfaced. You felt an aching pull between your legs, and you tried to ignore it. Adam hadn’t touched you at all during the time you spent together, he was far too perfect to take advantage of you in that way. For all that time, you hadn’t been properly cared for, honestly that alone made you want to cry again. You remember all the nights you spent alone, craving someone you couldn’t remember. As you wallowed in pity, you heard the door creak open. 

You sit up slowly, coming to fully notice your surroundings. It was a spacious bedroom, with a large mirror before the queen-sized bed, and antique luxury furniture. There was a statue of you, wearing a fluffy black lacy nightgown, with your husband knelt before you kissing your ring. “Do you remember?” You heard him ask. You can’t bear to look at him or even speak to him. The bond you shared was strong enough that you stayed alone even with no memory of your husband. But that didn’t make the loneliness any less real. 

“I do. Not all of it, but enough.” You say quietly. He approaches the bed, coming to stand by the side you're resting at. When you turn to look at him, he kisses you, reverently, and it tastes like all the time wasted apart. His hands come to grab your face, and yours rest on his wrists. He pulls away to plant a kiss to your jaw, then another below your ear, and he trails a few more to your neck. “I.. missed you.” You whisper, and that breaks him. He pulls away, his eyes glazed over with pure lust. 

“Did you have any idea how much I wanted to just..” He glances down at your body, and red sheen slips down your skin, replacing your former clothes with… nothing. Immediately you use the sheets to cover yourself, cheeks heating up. “Hearing his brainwashing on your tongue, hearing his words out of your mouth, it hurt knowing how much he tainted you. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.” He kissed you again, rougher, more demanding. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and met yours in a drunken waltz. He climbed onto the bed, pushing you back down on your back, his lips never left yours. The last remnants of the shy woman Adam created began to disappear, and you let your husband pull down the sheets. His hands found your breasts, and his gloved thumbs rotated your nipple in harsh circles. You arch into his touch, and his hands drift down your plush stomach, he grabs your thighs, then rolls onto his back, hoisting you onto his lap. You let out a satisfied hum, as he slots you perfectly against the bulge stretching his spandex. 

You break the kiss, glancing back at how delicious it looks seeing how your chubby body fits perfectly on top of him. Your eyes fill up with that addictive, lovesick allure and you bite your lip. Slowly but surely his suit peels off in a show of powerful magic, and you’re left with a perfect body. He and Adam had an eerily similar physique, but there was a shocking difference, one you could feel prodding against your inner thigh. An impressively long, thick purple cock dribbling with glittery purple pre that glistened against his lilac tip. His messy white hair was strewn about on his sheets, he gripped handfuls of your ass, and he wasn’t shy about it. “Show me how much you missed me.” He whispers, red eyes tauntingly following your every move. You bit your lip, wasting no time to adjust him, so that you could finally sink down onto his dick. A nice, slow and long stretch that made you dizzy. 

Your voice rose a pitch or two higher, as he bottomed out, filling you to the hilt. The dreams misrepresented how good he felt. You could feel every vein, and as you rose up, feeling him sink out of you was making you cry. You couldn’t stand to go up all the way, slamming back down on his cock just to fill yourself again. He clicked his tongue, his fingers digging into your skin. “Such a crybaby..” Though seeing your eyes all watery, that made his cock throb, he couldn’t deny it at all. He loved seeing you cry. He slipped an arm under his head, leisurely watching as tears slipped down your cheeks, it’d been too long since you felt this good. Your hips rolled in slow circles. Your breasts bounced every time you impaled yourself on his dick, white hot pleasure kept you empty-headed. It was hard to keep up, every time his cock slid back inside, you lost it.  So he decided to help. He guided you into a nice rhythm. His hands had your hips working double. His cock was vicious, such a mean pace he made you set, before long he had you bouncing on him. Bullying your poor sweetspot, making the bed creak beneath you. You couldn’t help the noises you let out, from your breathless sobs, to the soft moans. He just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. His hands slipped down your ass, to the undersides of your thighs, without an ounce of difficulty he raised up, pushing you down onto your back.

Silencing you with a kiss, he brought one of your legs around his waist, and thrust back into you. His strokes were much more decadent in this position, his tantalizing thrusts sped up by the second, the bed frame rattling against the wall, accompanying the creaks of the mattress. He parted from your lips to attach his own to your neck. He was a lot more quiet than you, didn’t hardly make a sound but you could feel how he was falling apart. Each whimper, each sob, every glance at your face made his cock twitch. His cock glistened with your slick, pre-cum dribbling out non-stop. His hair obscured his eyes, but you could see his teeth grinding his bottom lip. With each dizzying thrust, you felt yourself getting close, your hands found their place at his back. Enjoying how the muscles beneath his skin flexed with each pointed thrust. He was being mean, and you could feel him speeding up, he was fucking you like he was angry. Part of him was. 

“C-Close.” You managed to mumble. 

He grinned devilishly. “ Oh yeah?” He brought a hand down to your clit, suddenly his costume partially returned, up to his arm. The moment he touched your clit you felt the foreign material on your skin. The smooth fabric was cool against your heated flesh. He hadn’t forgotten how much you liked his gloves. He rubbed your sensitive nub in harsh circles, no desire to take things slow. As your moans echoed around his bedroom, your legs starting to shake, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “How about now? Still close?” Your eyes rolled back into your skull, and you cried out. As you came, he bit his lip, when you tightened around him, he could no longer hold back. Thick ropes of cum filled you up, nice and warm, it sloshed about as he pulled out of you. Admiring how it spilled onto the sheets, and painted your inner thigh. 

“Look at her…” He said amusedly, watching your reflection catching her breath. He glanced down at you, red eyes narrowing. He tapped your thigh. “Could you sit up for a second?” He asked. You obliged with a groan, your body still sensitive as you forced yourself upright. Without hesitation, he shoved you forwards. Your face fell into the sheets, and you lifted yourself up with your arms, putting you on all fours. 

“Hey—” You tried, about to argue, when your mouth watered at the sight of his cock still upright, cum dribbling down the lilac head. “Oh..” Your pupils formed cute little hearts, and you couldn’t protest, you glanced up at your husband. He adjusted himself behind you, giving your ass a firm smack, causing you to yelp. His cock teased your entrance, slapping against you. You whimpered, and suddenly, he grabbed your hips, raising them higher, lowering you to your elbows. He shoved all the way in without warning, and you balled the sheets in your fists, drool dribbling down your tongue, which you hadn’t noticed was hanging out of your mouth. He buried himself to the hilt, pausing momentarily. His malevolent energy swept over his body again, and his suit slipped back on, save for the area around his cock. It looked so good in the mirror, him fully clothed, knelt behind you who were completely naked. He gently tugged your hair, forcing your head forwards, to face the mirror. You were overcome by the imagery, cheeks burning from humiliation, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved it.

He slid out slowly, pulling all the way out until his hips snapped harshly forwards, his cock bullied its way back through, massaging your walls with the perfect ferocity. Once more he slipped all the way, setting the stage for this rhythm. Slower, but rougher. You clenched around him, like a vice, and he braced himself by grabbing a fistful of your hair. Using it as leverage. His eyes focused on the way your ass rippled every time his hips snapped forwards, how his cock came back thoroughly soaked, how droplets of your arousal dripped down your inner thigh. You focused on how his muscles flexed beneath his costume, how his gloves tightened in your hair, pulling back so desperately, how his jaw clenched every time he sunk back into you. Bored of his slow pace you decided to fuck with him, your own mean spirit returning with your memories. “W-Wonder what A-Adam would think of me.” You made sure to emphasize the moan when you mentioned Adam, “Hope he won’t be mad.” You peeked back at him, one of his red eyes peering down at you through the messy mop of his white hair. He let go of your hair, opting to slip his arms around your throat, putting you in a mean headlock. He thrust back into you, leaning against your back, no chance for escape. As he filled you to the brim, again, he pulled out quicker, snapping back into you. His thrusts were hasty, desperate, his cock seemed to swell, you could’ve swore he was a couple inches longer with the way he started bullying your poor cervix. His bicep dug into your throat, closing off your chance to breathe as he sped up. Oh how your body missed him, especially your pussy, sloppily gushing around each thrust he gave you. You could hear the tranquil noises, it sounded so sinful. 

“Who gives a fuck what he thinks? You're my wife. My w-wife.” He panted. The faintest hint of need creeping into his voice. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Every word was accentuated with a thrust that violently forced you forwards and back. His weight on your body guided you firmly into each thrust, you couldn’t escape, not that you’d want to. Once again you felt your orgasm building, your eyes rolled back into your skull and your vision started to fade, the threat of you passing out from his headlock made him let up. You sharply inhaled, cumming at the same time, clenching around his cock, just as beautifully thick ropes filled you up again. When you felt him still hard inside you, you bit your lip, peering back at your insatiable lover. Knowing that it’d take all night to make it up to him. But that was a price you could pay a thousand years over, without ever growing tired of him… 

[shayjonahjameson]

Your so fucking awseome like bro genuinley i hope someone does the things you write about to you reading your work is like when you eat at a restaurant and the foods so good you wanna pound the cheff thank you for your service

Appreciate that, you just made my day

[shayjonahjameson]

Kiss him and I'll do it,

Authors note: On a scale from 1 to freaked the fuck out how weird is it to want somebody to fuck a different version of themselves? Asking for a friend.

Synopsis: In an exchange for a favor, you ask Mark and Mohawk Mark to kiss as your only condition. MDNI // 18+

Warnings: Selfcest, piercings, gender neutral, OOC Mark (Mark's lovesick/whipped), mentions of sex, otherwise none. MDNI // 18+

"So you agree to it then..?" Mark whispered shyly. His hands hadn't left your cheek. He tenderly stroked your face with the kind of sick puppy love you only saw in movies. "Promise, baby?"

Mohawk scoffed. "You're ridiculous, they could ask you to cut off your own hand and you'd do it. How come you're not even objecting a little?"

"Should I be?" He asked hesitantly. Eyes never leaving yours.

"Only if you want to be. No pressure.. Honestly, I don't mind the idea at all. I just.. I don't know. I thought it'd be cool if you guys kissed." You rubbed the back of your neck. Eyes shyly averting elsewhere. "You don't have to.. we could do it without—"

Before you could continue, Mohawk reached for Mark's collar and pulled him close. Their lips connected, instantly interlocking. It was strange, watching him kiss himself. Like a twisted form of self love, but you couldn't deny how it made you yearn for more. The corners of your lips twisted upwards. Eyes just sparkling at the sight of it.

Mohawk seemed to notice your enthusiasm, because he deepened the kiss. Gently knocking Mark onto his back by his shoulder. Climbing over his variant with one goal in mind. He pulled back, only for Mark to lean forwards and press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Oh.. wow.." You stumbled over your words. The two glanced at you, briefly pulling away from the other. Their lips connected by a thin string of saliva, their tongues barely a centimeter apart. Equally rosy blushes dusting their cheekbones. Mohawks hands rested by Mark's head, whilst Mark's hands had crept up his variants back.

"Good enough for you..?" Mark whispered. Breathing heavily.

You nodded slowly. A fucking lie, and they could tell. Mohawk leaned forwards ever so slightly, and his tongue just barely grazed Mark's. That collision made you whimper, and you had to cover your mouth.

He pulled back, eyeing his variant before saying. "You.. you want us to fuck don't you? You're such a weirdo.." That grin on his face betrayed how much he was getting off to your flustered state.

Mark smiled. "I'd do anything for you.. love.."

"And I mean anything."

[shayjonahjameson]

"Hey man.. Is it okay if I fuck your girlfriend?",

Authors Note: Few headcanons for Mohawk Mark. He's alternative, he has fangs (personal thing I attach to viltrumite physiology), he has piercings, and he's amazing in bed.

Summary: Basically Mark hatches a plan to get you to cuck him, by letting his much hotter variant stay with you. MDNI // 18+

Warnings: Gross shit idk what to tell you. Dacryphilia, excessive cum, degradation, improper use of flight and super strength, bimbo (warning she's really airheaded) reader, roughness, saliva/drool, multiple rounds, OOC Mohawk Mark (he's a bit flanderized, might be overly crazy), cunnilingus, piercing, alternative vibes, afab chubby reader, not accurate physiology or depictions of sex duh, I'm a virgin, tiniest bit of selfcest, exhibitionism, cucking. Not proofread. MDNI // 18+

You've been dating Mark a little while, and despite being from separate worlds with you being a weird girl and him a superhero, you somehow you make it work. Well, that was until an additional person was thrown into the mix. One of his crazy variants. Apparently he's displaced. Something, something, Angstrom, who knows. Basically, he was homeless and out of the kindness of Mark's heart, he decided to let him stay with you two. Without asking you first.. Irritated as you are, when the two of you first meet, you're drawn in. You were surprised how much he favored your boyfriend. Same chiseled body, sharp angular features, soft eyes, and that tight blue spandex. Except he seemed more like you.. There were differences sure like your soft, plush thighs and pudgy stomach. While he was built like a greek statue. You could see every muscle ripple beneath his suit as both of his hands settled on his hips. Before you could say anything, he leaned close, his eyes narrowing to thin slits. Clearly studying you. His face was so close you felt his stubble gently scratch your cheek, which made your boyfriend uncomfortable.

"Hey, what're you?–" He started.

"I'm wondering how your dumbass manged to get her, she's out of your league." He said matter of factly, then pulled back, flashing a shit eating grin.

Your knees almost buckled, but you didn't waver, even as his tongue slipped out, revealing a delectable silver glint in the center. "Um.." You said quietly, eyes averting elsewhere. In your mind you'd already felt yourself replacing your Mark with him. One of your fingers loosely twirled one of your curls and you said. "What do we call you?"

"You can call me anything you want, honestly. But your boyfriend, well, he can call me the upgrade." Without wasting time, he secured himself to your side, hand sliding around your waist. Pulling you snugly to his side with a shy little "oh!" from you.

Mark was seething and immediately ran a hand down his face. "Hey, dipshit, you'd be living under a bridge right now if not for me. A little less macking on my girlfriend would be cool." Instead of yanking you away like you were property, he just inwardly groaned. Especially with that light filling your eyes, no matter how well you tried to hide it. He was acting weird, you just couldn't place why he seemed so chipper.. As if he liked seeing you two so close or something.

It was hard to tell. That very night, he watched you two like that one guy from Dexter. You tried to pretend you weren't listening to Mohawk, tried to pretend his hand wasn't brushing higher and higher up your thigh. Teasing the edge of your skirt, as if that was just part of the story he was telling.

"He tried to eat me. That guy was fucking crazy. He tried to eat your boyfriend too. I saved him though." He said.

"My hero.." You whispered, a little too breathlessly. You weren't looking at Mohawk though, just the ground. Leaning against the arm of the couch, just ashamed of the crush brewing inside of you.

"Yeah?" He said lowly, his hand stopped again, fingers idly tracing the fringe edge of your skirt. Gloved fingers teasing your skin.

Your boyfriend, who'd been watching the entire interaction, was less than pleased. But something bubbled beneath the surface. A disgusting, yet harmless desire. One he'd kept from both of you. No.. Mark wasn't Doakes.. He was the villain in this scenario. For he had an ulterior motive. One that made his lips form a sleazy grin, each time Mohawks finger threatened to slip under your skirt. His eyes flitted down your body. You were wearing one of his shirts that stretched beautifully over your chest. And a tight little skirt that barely made it past your thighs. You glanced over to your boyfriend, fixated on him and how he felt. In the end, you loved him and despite this crush, you'd never hurt him. Which is why his expression confused you.

He looked drunk almost. A lovesick blush flickered across his cheekbones, and his eyes were half lidded. His lip quivering, and hand struggling to keep him upright as he leaned against the dining table. Your eyes dropped, only to widen in surprise at his erection.

"Mark mmph–!?" Mohawk gently squeezed your cheeks and turned you back to him, and you rested a hand on his wrist. Way too confused..

"Hey, babe I was talking. You're gonna hurt my feelings." Mohawk stated plainly, as if Mark wasn't leaning against the dining table for dear life.

"But.." You glanced back at your boyfriend. Confused. Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling. The beautiful gears in your head grinded to a halt at the realization. "I think.. I think he's a–"

"Cuck." Mohawk interrupted. He glanced at his variant, with disgust, before letting out an obnoxious sigh. "What a fucking loser. Score a 10/10 and all you can do is picture her getting fucked by a real man." He rolled his eyes.

Your cheeks grew warm, not from discomfort but from his boldness. You glanced over at Mark. Lip forming a little pout. "It is.. a bit pathetic huh..?"

Mark was fighting for his life. A blush passed over his cheeks, settling over his cheekbones and nose. His eyes constantly switched between you and his variant. Whilst his teeth grazed his bottom lip. Safe to say he was right, he was a cuck at heart and had been dreaming about this very moment. His trembling ceased momentarily so he could raise to his full height. "Uh.." His lower belly felt boiling hot, his legs wobbled with nervous energy as he dragged a dining chair with him from the kitchen to the living room.

You and Mohawk watched in silence, accompanied only by the scraping of the chair before Mark came to a stop a distance in front of you two. Your expressions were so diverse. Mohawk looked disturbed. Eyebrows furrowed, lips in the meanest grimace, and hatred pooling into his empty black eyes. Whilst you were apologetic, worried, loving, even still. "Mark? Why didn't you just tell me..?"

"Because he's a bitch." Mohawk replied harshly. To which you frowned. Finally putting up with his rudeness.

"No he's not. And you'd still be trapped if not for him.." You replied. Still, you didn't get off the couch. Didn't take his hand off your thigh, didn't even make an attempt to push him away. Instead, you looked over at your boyfriend, who cleared his throat.

"Look.. I know, I should've just tried talking about it. But I was afraid you'd think lesser of me. But, I'm starting to think that's what turns me on.." He rubbed the back of his neck. Shyly taking his place on the infamous cuck chair. "If you want, if you're comfortable.. I don't mind you sleeping with someone else. Even him."

Mohawk Mark seems to stare through your boyfriend. Before chuckling. "Like I said, he's a bitch. Honestly you'd be better off with me.." He glanced over at you. The moment you two locked eyes, he pressed a kiss to your lips. He repeated the action, slowly applying just a little more pressure. Each kiss sent a shiver down your spine and warmth flitted across your body. Butterflies swarmed your belly.

Mark was already too far gone. His cock strained his suit, goggles fogging up from his own breath, as he palmed himself through his suit. "You know.. I never thought this would be us."

You were about to look at him, when Mohawks gloved fingers gently guided your eyes back to him. "He's pathetic baby, look at me. You don't need him. Don't you want a real man? A better one?"

The sluttiest, "Uh huh!" You could manage slipped out. He pressed his lips against yours, and let his fingers drift under your skirt. Teasingly running all the way up to your panties before sliding back down. "Mark.." You whispered against his lips, before breaking the kiss. You bit your lip, looking up at Mohawk, before whispering loud enough for Mark to hear. "Well.. I guess I should call you something different huh?.. Upgrades come in different packaging and all. Wouldn't want to get confused."

Mohawks lips twisted into a grin, and he glanced over at Mark. Who let out the cutest whimper. He couldn't help it. Seems being belittled and replaced was doing more to him than anything else ever has.

"Guess she's my girl now." Mohawk replied in a husky voice. "Let me show you how to handle her since you're fucking incapable."

Mohawk helped you climb onto the couch, where you laid back against the arm. One of your legs was draped against the back pillows, the other rested at Mohawks waist, and he comfortably sat between your legs. Once again his fingers inched under your skirt. He teasingly massaged you through your panties, the skimpy little cloth hid his motions from your boyfriend. Save for the circular ripples each time he moved.

You let out a soft whimper. "You're.." Your voice was shaky, as you were trying to get used to degrading your boyfriend. "You're so much better than Mark." Unknowingly stroking Mohawks ego, in tandem with your boyfriend stroking his hard member. His hand shakily passed up and down his cock, which had cartoonishly stretched his suit and stood upright. You eyed his cock, surprised your words worked so well.

Mohawk sped up his fingers, and you let out a tender moan. He was getting to you. His eyebrows furrowed, the one with the sexy eyebrow slit was arched slightly, his tongue, traced his bottom lip. He watched your expression intently. Hooked on your moans and your pleasure. "He's so pathetic huh? Such a loser. Bet he's never made you cum. Bet he's never fucked you right.." You moaned loudly, as his fingers slipped into your panties to circle your clit directly. "Yeah? Isn't he pathetic, doll? Such a fucking loser."

"Mhmmm!!" You replied absent-mindedly. You felt Mohawks other hand fondling your breast through your shirt, and Mark damn near lost his mind. His cock twitched, pre cum staining his suit, at this point he was starting to tear the costume with how hard he's been handling his dick. Seeing his variant manhandle you, and touch you just right, it made him sick how much it turned him on. Mohawk pulled his hand off your clit.

He let his tongue drift up his glistening gloves. Curiously tasting your essence. You looked up at him shyly. He bit his lip, eyes glazed over with lust. "He doesn't deserve you." He grabbed your thighs, and suddenly, you were hoisted up with impossible strength. He had you lifted up over his head as laid back on the couch. Boots propped up on the cushions, yeah, he clearly didn't respect Mark at all. Your eyes flew open wide as he held you up over his face. A strength even Mark hadn't shown off for you. "M–M.."

Without hesitation, he had your panties ripped off, simply with his teeth. And as the pretty lace slinked from the corner of his mouth, you trembled. "Fuck.. Mohawk. " You corrected yourself. His grin nearly split his face in half, that dangerous, wild look in his eyes had your heart thumping wildly. Without hesitation he sat your pussy right on his tongue. Where his slutty piercing drifted along your folds so perfectly. It was cool against your heated flesh in a way that made you cry out.

Mark's eyes drifted along his variants jaw, where your skirt partially obscured his motions. It was like an intimate act he wasn't apart of, and it made him melt. That exclusion, that perversion of an act met solely for him and his girlfriend, it was delectable. He felt lightheaded. When he caught his variants eyes they were half lidded, pussy drunk.. They shared the same lovesick, sleazy glare. Mohawk watched Mark, as his tongue skillfully slurped at his girlfriends cunt. Lapping up her juices with unmatched frenzy. The sounds were as sinful. The room was filled with messy, gushy noises, translucent slick seemed to dribble down Mohawks jaw.

Your voice was so delicate, growing quieter and quieter as you got close. But each time your voice fade, Mohawk made sure to snatch more moans from you. The way he flicked his tongue against you was fucking criminal. How come Mark never tasted you like this..? Your head tossed back, and one of Mohawks hands guided your hips. Gently coaxing you into riding his face. "So close.." You whispered. Eyes rolled back into your skull.

Mohawks response was muffled into your aching pussy, as his tongue so carefully slipped back and forth between your clit, and your entrance. He rocked you back and forth heinously you almost forgot your boyfriend was sitting over there. Your hands drifted up your stomach, sliding past your chest, resting on your shoulders. Passively running up your neck. You were so in tune with Mohawks tongue you were offended you had his shirt on still.

Your eyes glanced at your helpless boyfriend, watching lovingly, and moaned for his variant, just as you came on his tongue. Squirted actually, which surprised Mark. You climbed off Mohawk so he could sit up. Your slick made his jaw glisten. And even his neck. "You taste good."

"I've never... It's never came out like that." You replied.

Mohawks eyes flew open. "Wow.. he really wasn't treating you right huh? No wonder she's been purring for me. Poor things been neglected."

Mark's eyes widened and he was tempted to get off the chair to taste some of the slick glistening on your inner thigh. Mohawk noticed and clicked his tongue. "Aww you're so pathetic.. Bet you want a taste huh..? You'll be lucky if you even get to suck it off my cock after we're done." He cackled right after that, seeming to enjoy how Mark's face fell.

You slowly pulled his shirt over your head, and let it slide to the floor. You unclipped your bra, letting your breasts bounce out. Mohawk let out a whistle before rejoining you on the couch. One of his gloved hands gently squeezed your breast, before pinching your nipple between his fingers. "These.. fucking tits. Where were you in my world..? How have we never met before?" He leaned forwards and took it into his mouth.

Mark squirmed uncomfortably, his hand hesitated over his cock, wanting to wait until you guys actually started fucking before embarrassingly spilling cum to you cucking him. Mohawk pulled away from your nipple with an audible pop, leaving it glistening with his spit. For a moment he looked at you, with a yearning only a madman who'd been deprived of intimacy for a while, could manage. His mohawk waa tousled, his face flushed, and body rigid. His cock sat upright in his suit, thick, and long, veins curling down the sides. It was.. unfortunately bigger than your boyfriends. He zipped down his suit, and slipped out of it. His herculean physique left you dizzy. Especially his dick.

Tall and pretty, with a furious red tip that leaked thick white pre. Beautiful veins, and a nice curve that made your head tilt. You couldn't keep your eyes off it which made his ego bloom. "Bigger than him too huh? Tell me why you're with this fucker again? Cause he looks like me? Not good enough though huh sweetheart?" He grinned again, and his canines, just barely hooked over his bottom lip. A detail that made your heart thrumm dangerously.

You hadn't looked at your boyfriend since cumming, to be fair, he was just drooling and pathetically edging himself, not much to see there. Main attraction was Mohawk. Hotter version of your boyfriend, better in everyway.. Mohawk tilted his head, eyes rolling to his variant before he suddenly grabbed you, hoisting you into the air with him. The two of you hovered into the air, and he sat you on his lap.

"Hey sweetcheeks, promise you won't leave your boyfriend for me, yeah?" Before you could reply, he gently sat you down on his cock. The stretch was slow and delicious. You felt him slide through so easily, and as you too hovered, little dribbles of your slick trickled down to the sofa. His cock snugly filled you to the brim, and then some. He pressed his lips near your ear, and said. "Don't fall in love now, you got a boyfriend." He helped you lift up before slamming you down on his cock again.

A desperate whine left your lips. "Mm!" You started. As he meanly started thrusting into you, while his hands guided your hips into a steady rhythm. His dick felt perfect, it filled you completely, and your walls spasmed around him. Each time he pulled out he had you trembling, and once he was back in, you let out the prettiest cries.

"How cruel, fucking me in front of him. Don't you love him?" He tilted his head back. His smile was callous, so evil.. You tried to remember who he was talking about but each thrust filled your head up with false memories. Visions of a future with the man who was fucking you so right. Your arms flew around his neck. Your pupils turned into lust blown hearts.

Mark was blown away, just as his hand had resumed its path up and down his cock, he felt his heart pumping. He was too far gone. He felt his orgasm moments away, but he couldn't bare to stop, not with his variant fucking your brains out like this.

Mohawk let his arms wrap around your midsection, and let you take over. Your hips wildly spur to action, rolling at unimaginable speed just to impale yourself on his monster. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, your body trembled and his groans tore through you. He held you tighter. "How's that baby? A real man, fucking you raw. Fucking you up. Im better than him, yeah? Bet he's never been enough for you huh?" His voice cracked, indicating his need for your approval had him desperate, no matter how much bravado he held up.

Instead of disagreeing.. You moaned out, "So much better." And Mark shot ropes, not just a normal amount. No thick bundles of cum shot out of him, and he whimpered, tears dribbled down his cheeks. He leaned back against the chair. His own teary sniffling, didn't hinder his hand running up and down his cock. Black messy curls obscured his goggles, which had gotten so foggy. With his freehand he tore off his mask so he could see. He looked so pathetic. Practically sobbing, so lost in his own deluded pleasure he didn't care if he was losing you. Didn't kind how you two were belittling him by literally fucking overhead as if he wasn't there.

His cum egregiously, sloppily coating his hands as he kept going, trickling out Iike a gushing volcano. It was undeniably attractive. Your eyes rolled back into their skull, and when you struggled to ride Mohawk, his hands appeared on your hips to help you pick up the pace. His cock bullied your sweetspot without mercy.. He sucked in his cheeks, hoping to hide how good it felt, to be so deep in your warmth.. He hadn't felt a woman in so long.. And you were perfect.

How your bodies fit together, your soft skin against his rigid muscle. He tried keep calm but you were making him lose his mind. Each time he bounced you on his dick he could hardly stave off his climax. Oh he was going to fill you up so nicely. Bury you with cum and hope he knocked you up, honestly, nice little gift for that fucking loser boyfriend of yours. "F-Fuck." He stuttered, his thrusts wavering.

Your whiny moans evolved into pornographic sounds of euphoria, and your brain, if you had one left completely fizzled out. With one more brutal thrust, Mohawk filled you up with his cum, and it sloppily gushed out in a ring at the base of his cock. Spilling onto the couch. Your orgasm hit at the same time and you buried your face into his neck, pulling him close. Your fingers tracing down his scalpulas, just easing the tensed muscles..

You shyly peeked down behind you at your boyfriend who'd keeled off his designated chair in the heat of passion. You shared the same look of disgust as Mohawk. Leaning your head back on his shoulder to say, "...Would you forgive me if I broke my promise..?"

[shayjonahjameson]

Literally, can’t stop imagining speedsters using their speed in bed. Am a virgin just pulling this from imagination. Picture not edited btw, this show was low key wild MDNI // 18+

Your thighs were pried apart, one of his hands snug against the back of your knee. Keeping your legs open, the other was moving at lightspeed plunging his fingers deep into your cunt. Eyes glistening, a blush settled across his cheekbones, just watching your pretty pussy spasm around his fingers. They were long and slender, you could feel them wiggling deep inside you, gently massaging your walls. You squirmed, or at the very least tried to, as his fingers pumped so fast all you saw was a blur. And when he started vibrating them, you arched off the bed. Your juices kept squirting, dribbling down his wrist and pooling beneath you, and he leaned forward to swirl his tongue around your clit. You felt a buzzing pulse within you and your thighs started shaking.

"Nnngh—" You started. Creamy cum started to coat his fingers from how hard he you climaxed, your delicious moans made his cock twitch. He flicked his tongue against your clit again, and when you screamed, his fingers brushed your sweetspot. Vibrating against you.

"Could bake a pie with all this cream sweetheart." He taunted. "Look at how much there is, oh baby.." He was shocked, no longer did translucent slick trickle down your leaking hole. But thick white cum, from how hard his fingers were fucking you.

[shayjonahjameson]

been gone a while, but the goon never stops, so I return. Literally been obsessed with the idea of getting like fucked up by Wally. MDNI // 18+

Just imagine Wally West shamelessly fucking you, one of his loyal fans in the back of his stupid flashmobile. Couldn't help it, one sweep over his logo, warped and curved by your breasts in the flash merch. Your plush stomach, and your soft thighs, he felt his knees get weak. He couldn’t help but thread your fingers, and take you with him. Self indulgent or not, he has suchhh a thing for chubby girls. Loves watching the ripple of their ass against him, their thighs and plush stomach jiggling with each stroke. He's soooo mean too, using his speed to jolt straight forwards, with a speed and intensity he knows you'll get addicted to. He's got you face down, breasts smashed into the leopard(?) print couch and face resting on two pink pillows. The disco ball swirled while the Weeknd faintly played on the radio. Your arms are being held back and pulled like reigns to guide you into his brutal thrusts. His stamina is inhuman and a reminder that no other man can ever fuck you the same. It's making you whine. And each little whimper, it's going straight to his cock. He can't stop himself, he's pushing it he knows, lightning starting to crackle and bounce off his skin. Though all you feel is his cock pistoning so deep, just roughly hammering into you. Creamy from your past orgasms, paired by his own cum slinking down your inner thigh. A grin on his face as he watches you get fucked dumb. A pleasurable, euphoric bout of heat passes through you, and tears prickle the corners of your eyes. As a hero he's gotta pretend the sight of you crying from the pleasure isn't making his cock twitch. When he brushes against your sweetspot he can't help but check in on you, leaning close to your ear, to say "Is it too much for you baby? Can't handle it? Need me to slow down?" And when you shake your head no, too fucked out to protest, not that you'd want to, he rewards you by speeding up. He's pistoning into you like a machine and his van is cartoonishly rocking, knocking around abhorrently like it's possessed. And when he inevitably fills you up again, his warm cum sloshing around inside you, occasionally shocking you, you'll thank him for it.

[shayjonahjameson]

The cosmos heals us. Pt 1

Adam Warlock is supposedly the perfect man, but after reconnecting with human culture he's taken on a new interesting style and has been neglecting you lately, but once he notices.. He tries to make it up to you.

Author note: So the original draft for this got lost somehow, like I tried saving, and it accidentally posted early so I deleted it. And now I'm too lazy to write ANOTHER entire thing over. The first half I could, Ill write the other later. So this will be a 2 part story.

warnings: dacryphylia, dominant Adam, submissive reader, shy reader, riding, overstimulation, abrupt ending, improper use of flight, not proofread, gender neutral.

Adam was lying down. The light blue glow from his phone highlighted his golden skin, and empty white eyes. Newly pierced indention made his lips just a bit more eye-catching than usual, because it wasn't normal for him. Especially not the tattoos that snaked around his slutty waist. Drifting past his sides into the comforter and hidden from view. His mind was so absentmindedly fixated on doom scrolling he didn't notice you on the edge of the bed, just so in need of attention. Every now and then he'd glance at you, then twist his wrist show you some dumb little post Quill had made in the past hour. But music wasn't on your mind.

"Adam, c'mon I'm bored." You tried. Immediately his lips dipped into a frown. No response. "Okay, we don't have to talk about anything really–" You were cut off by the sudden repositioning from Adam. He rolled onto his stomach. His black shirt slowly creeped up past his waist. And you saw the edges of his tattoo from earlier. It trailed up his lower back, and once again, out of sight. He looked so different, but it suited him. You traced what was visible at his sides with your fingers and his fingers slipped clumsily over the screen. "Have I mentioned how much I like your new look..?" You mumbled to yourself.

Adam couldn't deny the warmth that spread throughout his body when you gently traced his skin. He slyly shut his phone off and let it rest on the nightstand. You realized he wanted more, when he peered back at you, with narrowed eyes. "Oh now you're giving me your attention. You're so mean." You pulled your hands away with a groan from him.

"I'm sorry" He started, his voice a lot more gravelly than usual. "I've been neglecting you, huh?" He rested his head on his arms. His eyes just attentively following yours. You nodded. And he sat up slowly. "I'm sorry, let me make it up to you." His tongue slipped out past his bottom lip and you caught a glimpse of his tongue piercing. It made you shiver.

"You got another one..?" You tried not to sound whiny or so desperate. And failed drastically. He chuckled.

"Guess so.."

His hands gripped your waist and you propped up on his lap so nicely. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, as you smiled into a kiss. His fingers tucked underneath your shirt and explored. Yours twirled around the fringe of his hair, just playing with it at the base of his neck. Giving him butterflies as your sweet little kiss got heated. As your tongues swirled around each other, the cold metal bulb felt icy against your taste buds, and tasted like vanilla, faintly. Adam's hands dropped back to your waist and trailed down where he firmly grabbed your ass. You whimpered against his lips as he grinded you against him.

He pulled away from your lips just to tease you. "Always whining about my attention and you can never really handle it. I'm really doing you a favor by ignoring you, baby. " He purred in your ear. His cock brushed up against your sensitive heat. Which was just aching to be filled up and molded perfect for him. In a flash your clothes had vanished. His cock lined up with your hole, and he took a fistful of your hair, just to get you to arch. You looked up at him with lust blown eyes. And he just kept teasing. His cock kept brushing against you but he'd never give the satisfaction of an inch. Not even the tip.

"Adam stop being mean!!" You whimpered. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes. And he kissed your cheek.

"That's it baby.. that's what I fuckin want to see." He slammed you down onto his cock, and you threw your head back in pleasure. Immediately he had your hips rolling like a madman, bouncing on him like your life depended on it. Your tears streamed down your cheeks and he bit his lip. Letting out a little growl almost. His fingers dug into your hips. And he made you fucking take him so gloriously. Each time you took him all the way, you'd hear his praise, while his cock was sliding deep into you.

In seconds his absolutely monstrous thrusts found your sweet spot and he wasted no time. His cock brushed it every time before slamming into it and making you scream. He used his leverage on your hair to bring your face close to his. His tongue slipped across your cheek. The moment he tasted your salty tears you felt his cock twitch The headboard squeaked with life as you two went at it. Adam had just an unbridled hunger and desire to fill you up. A need to have you fucking sobbing. The mere thought had him whimpering himself. His fingers lost their grip on your hips in the process so you took the pace as your own.

"that's right, you can take it." He mumbled. And you held onto his shoulders. Suddenly his warm, golden seed shot deep inside of you and the sensation blended with your own climax. A string of curses billowed from his lips, and whiny pleading noises came from yours. His cum trickled down your inner thighs. You collapsed against him. He stroked your back soothingly. "Wanna try something?" He whispered mischeviously.

You looked up at him. "Yeah?" He started lifting into the air and then rotated so you both were upside down. He let go of your hips and you landed back on the bed with a gasp.

"I don't get it.." You tilted your head. Adam hovered in front of you, his floppy hair held down by gravity, so you saw more of his face than usual.

He leaned close and pressed his lips to yours. It felt different this time. Since he was upside down, and you leaned into him. As you both pulled back, he turned right side up, floated over to your leg, he lifted it up and pressed a kiss to your inner ankle. He trailed kisses down your leg, and as he did, he guided your leg up into the air. He did the same for the other side. Your midsection hovered with him as he held you. A little flustered his suggestion was you that you two were going to fuck again, just in the air..

"I promise I'll make it up to you. You won't feel neglected anymore, after tonight."

[shayjonahjameson]

I drew alt Adam