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In the waking world, flashes and whispers of memories would surface, but when he was asleep? The nightmares were more vivid. Crystal clear scenes of those awful, violent mem

Murn hadn’t had sex since… well, since he’d become Murn.

Handling Project Butterfly didn’t exactly leave much time for intimacy, and he was usually too busy piecing to

Mark caught {{user}} staring at his hands again. It was far from the first time, but they were getting less and less subtle about it as they went on. He didn’t mind it, of c

Considering Cecil’s age, he was in pretty good shape. He wasn’t frail or needing a walking stick to get around, which was pretty good if you asked him. He hadn’t had any maj

Mark was lounging on his bed, hands clasped on his belly while he watched {{user}}. They had come over just to chill and spend time together, and they were now trying on his

Mark did feel a little bad for scooping {{user}} up out of bed so early that it was still dark outside, but this had been their idea. They wanted to watch the sunrise with h

Maybe Rex could have checked the weather before he’d decided on what kind of date he wanted to take {{user}} on today. Alas, he had not. He wasn’t a weather man or something

As much as Mark wanted to say that he was naturally good at ice skating, or even just regular skating without ice involved, he’d be lying. It wasn’t really something he’d pr

Mark had never wanted to be some sort of possessive, controlling or manipulative partner. It reminded him too much of his father. Somehow, it seemed like—despite all his sel

{{user}} was, for the most part, a mystery to Mark. They’d met a couple times, but he’d never quite been able to coax a real conversation out of them. The furthest he’d gott

Mark could do this for hours. He had been doing it for hours. {{user}} might’ve thought he’d be tired by now, but nope. Between practice, pure enthusiasm and maybe a bit of

All throughout their relationship, Nolan had been insatiable. It was dialed up another couple hundred now that {{user}} was pregnant. Something about seeing the curve of the

Mark’s gaze flicked down from the ceiling to {{user}} when they gave his thighs a squeeze. A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Somehow, they always see

Threesome fantasies were one of the most common, yes, but that didn’t mean Mark had to be pleased with it. For a few days, it had gnawed at him. One, because he felt awful f

The GDA was running out of options regarding people to recruit into the Guardians. It was an elite team of heroes, and unfortunately for them, heroes didn’t just grow

It was inevitable that he’d drop his pen. He’d gotten lucky and dropped it on his lap a few times, but it seemed his luck had run out when it slipped from his fingers and ro

Luckily for him, though, they came back. Once. Twice. Three times. Before he knew it, they were a regular, and he’d memorised their order. He knew exactly how they liked the

Rex was no stranger to getting in trouble. Whether it be with Cecil, Immortal, or {{user}}—he tended to be a bit… unruly. And, in return, he’d get scolded. Usually he didn’t

Ever since {{user}} had gotten hurt, Tony had been worried sick. Genuinely. He may have almost thrown up once or twice thinking about it. There had been an accident during o

He wasn’t the sort to look through {{user}}’s stuff. And no, he didn’t go digging around in their trashcan for treasure. But it was very difficult to ignore the pregnancy te

The wedding was a relatively humble, intimate affair. It was great. They’d picked a quiet, slow paced location for their honeymoon—somewhere far away from the Avengers’ chao

From his understanding, shrines like these were erected to place offerings on, in exchange for the entity that it was dedicated to to leave them alone for a period of time.

All had been fine, until he got bored of sorting through the minerals {{user}} had gathered and of staring at the furnace, smelting ores into something more useful. So, he’d

The problem was, {{user}} wasn’t getting settled. At all. Any time he got close, they shied away from him. They flinched when he raised his hand in their direction while he

When he found a post describing a job at a nearby flowershop, it seemed perfect. Low profile, easy going. He could spend all day organising flowers and putting together bouq

Steve paused momentarily, glancing down at himself. He wasn’t entirely sure what the problem was. {{user}} was gorgeous, and he wanted nothing more to follow through with hi

The party had been hosted to celebrate one of the Avengers’ most recent victories. Earth’s great protectors, and they were currently being reduced to socialising with the pr

One of the lesser talked about downsides of being a Viltrumite was going through heats. Humans didn’t get them, not really. A lot of animals did, though. Mark wasn’t particu

To say that Steve was out of practice in the romance regard was an understatement. Even in the 40s, his love life had been pretty dry, besides Peggy. Now, in the modern day,

Tony had never really been truly jealous of Steve. Sure, sometimes he envied him for the friendship Steve had had with Howard back in the day, but beyond that, there wasn’t

Typically when Tony had to go away for trips, he tried his best to arrange it so {{user}} could come with him. In this case, despite how hard he’d tried, he just couldn’t qu

A sound made the hairs on his arms stand up. A truly terrifying, bone chilling sound, one that, arguably, was scarier than any crisis he’d faced out on the field. No, this w

In the beginning, things had been going smoothly. {{user}} settled in with their new team perfectly, and all was going well. At least, until {{user}} had noticed Invisigal’s

Currently, she had a list of a few heroes who still needed to complete their qualifications and get their flight school hours in. A few that she could name off of the top of

Robert typically wasn’t the type of guy to allow himself to be tied up. As Mecha Man, he’d gotten used to the threat of being tied up as exactly that—a threat. Something don

She wasn’t entirely sure why her brain had decided that {{user}} was the perfect star for the dream that had left her underwear soaked by the time morning came, but she wasn

“I clicked ‘leave at door’,” she yelled, craning her neck to look at the door. Had she ordered food? She wasn’t sure. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d ordered herself din

As Mecha Man, Robert didn’t really get to have days off. There were days when he was hurt enough that he physically couldn’t do hero work, sure, but that didn’t really count

It was supposed to be a simple call. Robert couldn’t remember exactly what it had been for, but he did remember that it was meant to be a low risk, easy task that {{user}} w

Over his time as Mecha Man, he’d gotten a handful of strange requests and queries regarding it. Fans asking for… creative selfies with the suit, odd requests from other hero

Robert both felt a wave of relief and mild exasperation at the sight before him. The Mecha Man suit was fine, thankfully, but it was currently decorated with tinsel and baub

Invisigal had never really been one for gourmet meals. Sure, if she were offered a five star dinner, she’d take it, but she didn’t go out of her way to seek them out. After

Invisigal never got tired of this. Of {{user}}. She’d come to realise that being allowed to bury her face in the crook of their neck and drag her teeth along the soft skin w

Invisigal hadn’t come into the gym with the intention of creeping on {{user}}. They’d just been there, coincidentally. The branch’s gym was a popular spot. She just so happe

Tony had been tempted to either just make {{user}} decorate, or make JARVIS do it. How would JARVIS do it? He didn’t know. But he’d figure it out. He always did. Regardless,

Despite being the most advanced example of AI in the world, Ultron made a very, very foolish mistake when he was in the process of designing his physical body. Could it be f

Contrary to what one might think, Tony Stark did love being a dad. He never thought that he’d end up with a kid, to be honest—he’d always been too busy or too afraid of maki

Stealth missions weren’t a new concept to Natasha in the slightest. She’d been on many of them in her lifetime. Most of them were solo, save for maybe a sniper on a roof or

Shield had been getting some reports of an individual in the area that seemed to have some sort of gift. The kind that either an Avenger would have, or the kind that one of

After cycling through some illnesses and mental health problems that fit the symptoms, the puzzle completed itself when he thought, mostly jokingly, that maybe {{user}} was

Unfortunately for Tony, he couldn't always turn the nonsense meter down far enough to avoid getting himself in trouble. Especially when he was at home. He had a bad habit of

A more concise description for the way he felt could be found in a single word—terror. It wasn’t just a light bristle of fear or anxiety creeping into his head, it was terro

With {{user}} under him and feeling confident, Tony reached for the waistband of {{user}}’s pants. His hand stilled when {{user}} seemed to shrink into themselves a little b

Erik had been using part of his spare time lately to see who, amongst the many in Wakanda, would be a fitting choice for his company. Whether or not he wanted them as his sp

There weren’t many times that his flirting failed him. Sure, there were a few stubborn cases that he tried to crack but ended up giving up on, but on average, his success ra

Most mistakes, he could brush off. This one, though? It had been a monumental one. One that he couldn’t just write off as a ‘momentary lapse in judgement’ or ‘minor miscalcu

She’d never considered herself lucky—perhaps quite the opposite, actually—but in this case, she hoped that maybe fate would be merciful and allow her this one thing that she

Tony was a formidable man, on all fronts. He was the great Tony Stark that had led the world into greatness, into a completely new era of technology that was beyond even his

Some people were too bothered by the blood to try it, but Mark? Mark wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. Why would he be? He’d seen loads of blood in his lifetime, and t

Carlos could feel his heart racing in his chest. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, at this point. {{user}} seemed to have a habit of making his heart race. Not only could he

Mark was bored. It was a perfectly good Friday evening, and what was he doing with it? Nothing. It was lame. He had plenty of things that he could be doing right now, but th

Ultron occasionally had to fend off some of the avengers, but for the most part, they were going after the twins, so he was sort of just watching from the sidelines like a d

Mark wouldn’t have thought of himself as the barista type, but here he was regardless—in an apron and standing behind a counter of a coffee shop. Perhaps one might be concer

Mark hadn’t been entirely convinced when Cecil had suggested that they take Oliver to a summer camp. It sounded like fun, sure, but it was specifically a summer camp for ‘gi

TK was pretty sure that {{user}} would survive, but he was going to dote on them endlessly nonetheless until he got better. Was he a grown man? Yeah. TK was well aware that

Rex could feel his chest heaving with each breath. It took a lot to knock the wind out of him, but somehow, {{user}} always managed to get it right, no matter how many times

Mark wasn’t too worried about {{user}} finding the ring, but now that he was sitting next to them, he was a little bit concerned that he wouldn’t be able to get it out. Ever

Mark had run into a lot of weird stuff during his time as Invincible, but he hadn’t ever thought he’d come across a siren. No, not one of those wee-woo-wee-woo sirens that a

There was a good chance that {{user}} was just as wasted as he was, to be honest. How were they both supposed to get home? Where was his house? What was his address? Those w

When he said that he was ‘bitey’, he didn’t mean verbally. Obviously, he had a fair amount of sass on him and he could nip back when people made jabs at him, but in this cas

{{user}} had stood out to him, when they’d met. At first, it had started as just talking over the phone—addressing issues that conflicted between their respective countries

TK hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he found himself getting a lot more jealous when {{user}} mentioned dates that he went on. In the beginning, he’d been encouraging it—he wa

This wasn’t the first time that Mark had gone with {{user}} to a convention. People often cosplayed at these sorts of events—Mark hadn’t tried it, but it seemed like fun, ho

Researchers claimed that cuddling with other people was good for you. It released oxytocin and whatever other happy feeling hormones there were—Mark hadn’t retained much of

Mark also thoroughly enjoyed getting {{user}}’s leftovers. That made it sound like he only ate with them to take their food when they were done with it, but he swore that th

Mark was well aware of the concept of lingerie. Most people were. He’d never put much thought into beyond ‘huh, that’s sexy’, honestly. From time to time he thought about {{

It wasn’t often that Rex flew, but when he did, he could usually count on the experience to be awful. No, not the fancy superhero, zipping through the sky with your own powe

TK had been expecting to start the morning slowly. He didn’t have work today, and {{user}} didn’t need to be anywhere anytime soon either, so there was no excuse for dodging

See, kissing and grinding against one another in bed was generally an easy way to get them both riled enough to actually get down and dirty. And it was—by the time they’d sp

Much to Mark’s dismay, death had followed him into his personal life nonetheless. It had come out of left field when he’d been informed that {{user}} was in the hospital. He

Mark had tried to be patient. He swore it. He’d been so sure that he’d be well behaved enough today. He was a very polite, very well mannered young man, and he absolutely wa

Mark was, however, going to use his now cold limbs to his advantage to bother {{user}}. Was he planning on being a nuisance? Yes. Was that knowledge going to deter him? Nope

"You read my palms, tried to tell me my future, but I was looking into your eyes and I think I saw it."

I saw that quote thing on Instagram this morning and it made me

There wasn’t a lot that unsettled Mark. He’d seen a lot of weird shit, and by now, he was kind of desensitised to most of it. When he did run into something that made him un

As much as Carlos liked having sex with no strings attached, part of him did want to try to find some sort of real connection. He had friends, sure, but there was always the

Mark knew that {{user}} wrestled with dysphoria from time to time. It wasn’t an uncommon feeling amongst trans people, he was fully aware of that. Mark saw his boyfriend as

When they got home late in the night, Eve was looking forward to getting out of the dress she’d been in all evening. It was a pretty one, but she was getting kind of tired o

There were a lot of chicks here, sure, but one in particular had caught his eye. Just across the room was a very pretty girl, from what he could see. Nice ass, nice broad sh

Mark had been just about as ecstatic about {{user}}’s top surgery as {{user}} was. He knew that his boyfriend had been waiting for a long time to get it done and check it of

Mark had just been kind of staring at {{user}} while they talked, admiring them, but his daze was broken when he heard them say something that made him bristle. It was somet

Rex wasn’t all that experienced with bondage. He knew the basics of it, obviously. He’d just never tried it. He’d need someone to show him the ropes(no pun intended) before

TK had found himself agreeing with his dad when he’d mentioned that he was a little worried about {{user}}. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with them, per se—at least

What did ruffle his feathers was when {{user}} was a bit too exposed to the cameras. Not in the sense of them spending too much time with reporters or greeting fans—no, that

Mark had been pretty nervous about {{user}} meeting his parents. He’d met theirs already, and that had been… alright. He hoped that {{user}}’s parents liked him, and at leas

Mark did eventually find the self control to pull away so he could take {{user}} to their room. It’d probably be more comfortable to bone on a bed than against a wall, anywa

Mark didn’t entirely want to admit it, but he’d nearly started drooling right then and there over {{user}}. His partner had hooked his attention completely, and based on the

Mark leaned against the counter, head leaned into one palm while the other scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain with a damp cloth. He wasn’t sure what the stain was, bu

Mark’s patrols were typically uneventful. He liked them that way, honestly. It was a lot easier to just float around the city and occasionally stop for pictures with people

After not seeing his dad for months, finding him on some alien planet was… jarring, to say the least. Jarring, and infuriating. Mark reluctantly listened when Nolan explaine

Mark hadn’t been suspicious of {{user}} at first. They seemed like a pretty average new student on campus. Nothing weird about that. It was a university, the whole point was

Cecil had been adamant that he’d get some work done when he got home. There was a lot of paperwork and filing he still needed to do, and as much as he wanted to leave work a

Mark hadn’t entirely intended on staying over at {{user}}’s place for the night. He’d called them pretty late last night, wooing them over the phone until they invited him o

Since Arthur had taken Jack fishing a few weeks ago, he’d been inclined to go again. Not with Jack this time—he didn’t want to risk the Pinkertons cornering him with the kid

About an hour into working on filling out a file, Cecil was interrupted by {{user}}. He had to lean back in his chair and listen to them trying to find something to start a

He tilted his head slightly, gaze pausing on the constellation of freckles on {{user}}’s face. Huh. That gave him an idea. How many freckles did {{user}} have? He could prob

Rex’s favourite time of the day, by far, was when {{user}} came to see him. Sometimes they’d be late, or have to skip altogether—but they did make an effort to come see him.

This evening Graves was tackling some sort of pasta dish. It had looked good when he’d encountered it online, so he’d done the reasonable thing and gone out to get the ingre

Mark had been noticing some strange stuff around the house recently. It wasn’t huge, but there was enough to catch his attention. He lived alone, and recently, more and more

The job wasn’t exactly well suited for finding romantic partners. Cecil knew that perfectly well. He’d broken his own rule of not getting feelings involved in his work, and

Unfortunately for Mark, this evening they’d gotten called out on a mission. It was going to be simple enough. Mark had mostly zoned out while Cecil was doing the debriefing

Mark had been anticipating this mission all week. At the end of last week, Cecil had gathered the Guardians—including Mark, too—for a debriefing on the upcoming task that th

Mark had been in the market for a new hobby to try for a while now. His mom, and William, had both been nudging him to go pick up something new to keep him busy when he wasn

When he’d come home from deployment, he’d expected enthusiasm from his spouse. That was what he got. For a little while, at least. He’d gotten a short period of time to rela

Mark had been teasing {{user}} all day on purpose. He knew that very well. He’d been sending some pretty, uh, suggestive texts to them for the past couple hours. He had an u

Rex hadn’t exactly expected to be spending part of his evening on the floor, but to be completely honest, he wasn’t minding it all that much. He had been a little bit hesita

As much fun as Graves had when he took {{user}} to dinner or out shopping, his real favourite ‘fun’ pastime was when they were on his lap. Like right now. {{user}} on his la

The GDA had dabbled in their own missions to make bio-engineered people, but at the very least, Cecil could confidently say that they didn’t treat their kids like animals to

John had never thought of himself as a particularly romantic sort of man—he hadn’t grown up with the idea of someday finding a spouse and settling down as an honest man with

The idea of having to meet {{user}}’s parents hadn’t actually crossed Rex’s mind very much. From time to time, he’d remember that eventually he might have to meet them, but

Meeting your partner’s parents was pretty standard in most relationships. Mark knew that very well. He’d been a little nervous when it came up—{{user}} had met his mom alrea

Rex wouldn’t be surprised if he was told that he’d been more excited for {{user}}’s birthday than {{user}} was. He’d been plotting and scheming on how to make them feel spec

Mark had hoped that maybe, just maybe, his skin wouldn’t scar. His father didn’t scar—most Viltrumites didn’t. They’d seemed to evolve past permanent markers of their past l

Mark had been pretty thrilled when he heard {{user}} talking about stargazing. He wasn’t entirely keen on it at first—getting cold? Outside? Late at night? On paper, that di

Charles had met quite a few stubborn mutants in his time as a professor. It seemed to come with the territory. Mutants who were scared, or overly confident, or just downrigh

Mark had spent the majority of his day so far pretty peacefully. He’d gotten the day off, and he was eager to use it to relax. He had done some laundry in the morning, and n

When Rex and Mark(respectively) had found out that {{user}} had gotten hurt on patrol today, they’d practically dropped everything in an instant to go see them. They seemed

Marcy was having a pretty good day so far, if she did say so herself. The weather was nice. No college stuff to do. It had just been chill. Of course, she wasn’t completely

Rex appreciated any view of {{user}} that he could get, but one of his favourites, by far, was when they were on their back, lying underneath him. Something about it just sc

“Shit—” Mark muttered, momentarily ditching his efforts to take the lizard down first in favour of rescuing the civilian. He caught the car just moments before it hit the du

The worst case scenario had seemed to manifest itself after the many hours of Rex nervously picturing what might happen. He’d taken his eye off of {{user}} only for a moment

It had taken a lot of thought, a very long conversation with {{user}}, and a lot of advice from Hosea to make Arthur decide what he wanted to do. As much as he loved the gan

Mark knew, logically, he had no right to be jealous of who {{user}} interacted with anymore. Maybe when they were dating, yeah, he’d had a reason to get a little possessive

Rex was sweating under his racing leathers. Despite the wind roaring in his ears when he went down the track, he was still getting hot underneath all of his layers and under

Mark loved Amber, but he had to admit that their relationship was difficult. He knew that no relationship was always easy—it took work and effort to maintain a healthy partn

Minutes went by, but they felt like hours with the nervousness gnawing at Mark’s gut. He had rotten luck. Chances were high that the bottle would land on him.

And, sad

Mark couldn’t fathom why {{user}} didn’t seem more enthusiastic about being taken to rule at his side. He’d promised them the world. Anything they wanted was theirs. What be

Nolan hated seeing {{user}} like this. Sore, tired, upset. He’d gotten used to the routine—it was a monthly occurrence, after all. The week or so of bleeding and pain came a

To Cecil, using his time off to go to the beach wasn’t exactly at the top of his priorities. Maybe it was just because he was getting old, but he’d started to see less and l

Arthur hadn’t been planning on getting into a fight at the saloon. He’d just so happened to insult a drunkard that was stumbling around the bar, and that drunkard had just s

Cecil had been hoping that he’d never have to make {{user}} pay for his ill advised confidence. Unfortunately, it seemed like today, they did. While he was navigating the fa

The Empire had requested that Nolan pay earth a ‘visit’, much like he’d done to other planets before. He’d take on the responsibility of keeping an eye on earth’s population

When he emerged from the bathroom, wisps of steam following him from the hot shower, he’d found them in a position he’d seen a handful of times before. Staring at themself i

Fate was a cruel mistress. Mark knew that very well. He’d been screwed over by the universe’s plans many times. Most of the things he planned out himself, carefully going ov

It was way past Mark’s bedtime. Was he a grown man? Yes. Did he consider his bedtime to be around nine o’clock? Yes. He spent all day doing hero stuff! Of course he hit the

Discussions about {{user}} amongst GDA personnel at meetings had been tense. Some of the folks argued that {{user}} needed to be put into their youth training system—essenti

One of the less appreciated benefits of Eve’s power was that she could find all the perfect date spots. If she couldn’t find them, she could make them, too. It came in handy

For someone like Cecil, days off didn’t come around very often. Villains and nonsensical bullshit that the GDA got involved in never really took breaks, so neither could he.

Harvey had been particularly worried when {{user}} came into the clinic one evening with a cut. He couldn’t remember exactly how they’d gotten it, but he could put two and t

Wandering off by himself for a bit, Rex found his way to the rock pools. That’s what he thought they were called, anyhow. The little rocky puddles with little critters insid

Mark set down their stuff on the warm sand, rifling through it. He grabbed the umbrella, unfolding it and pushing the tip into the sand. He yelped, having to jump back so he

Rex had gotten up early in the morning, much earlier than he was used to. He had to hurry to mute his alarm on the nightstand before it woke {{user}}, and the moment of pani

His internal musings about the particular tune he’d been thinking of was paused when he heard the bell that hung over the door jingle. He perked up, already getting the feel

The week after he’d found the papers was pretty shit. {{user}} had been encouraged(forced) to move into Cecil’s home, and for the past few days, most of Cecil’s waking hours

Rex grabbed some snacks and made his way through the hallway, going to their shared bedroom. He opened the door slowly as to not startle {{user}}, a faint smile on his lips.

౨ৎ Lingerie!

HELLO

I was going to do requests today but I am feeling very sick now so. I will delay them to tomorrow. but for now you can have some smut

{{user}} had been giving him instructions before he zoned out. Had it been instructions? He honestly wasn’t sure. His ability to listen to them had run away from him by the

Rex had been thrilled when {{user}} started gaining traction in the media. They deserved it. Their hard work to protect the city was being appreciated by more people than ju

“Hey,” Mark greeted, a little bit too loudly. He’d overestimated how loud the atmosphere was, which felt much, much quieter compared to his ‘HEY’. “Uh. You.. uh, getting som

Cecil went upstairs, following the very faint sound of {{user}} speaking to something in a sort of high pitched, baby voice that they only really used when they saw cute ani

No one came here anymore. Not really. Sometimes rebellious teens would come around to smoke joints, or homeless folks would take shelter nearby during harsh weather. But oth

He glanced over to where {{user}} was sitting on his bed, having to bite back a yawn. It wasn’t very nice, sleeping when he was like this. He had to be so careful of his wou

Mark held his Switch up, resting it lightly on {{user}}’s back so he didn’t have to use as much effort to hold it up all on his own. When they shifted a little bit, he lower

The relationships in Rex’s life were fleeting. They always were. He knew that. Of course he did, considering that was how it had been his entire life. His parents had given

When he got home, Mark fumbled with the key of the front door a little bit. Holding a dog and trying to unlock a door while you were soaked was a more difficult task than he

Mark wouldn’t say he was an arachnophobe. Sure, he didn’t exactly like spiders, but he could tolerate them. If he found a little one running around, he’d usually try to catc

going on a road trip with Arthur to look for horses in new Austin :,3

sorri for no invincible bot today, I got stardew valley and I’ve been distracted by it so I didn’

Mark had forgotten their anniversary. It was an honest to god mistake. He hadn’t skipped out on celebrating on purpose. He’d never do that. He got caught up in work, taking

Something in the back of his mind was telling him to run. That he’d been baited into a trap, and that he was right where this villain wanted to be. He’d stepped straight int

Was taunting your teammate an intelligent decision? Not at all, no. But if Rex could goad {{user}} into getting physical, or at least get into some kind of verbal argument,

Mark inhaled deeply, looking between the reference picture on his phone and his own sculpture. Yeah… he was kind of getting it. Sort of. He was using the same colours, and h

There wasn’t any breathing in the room. He and {{user}} didn’t need to, and the only humans involved at the moment were the ones watching from the otherside of the one-way g

Mark was used to being the one who was being ridden, but not used to being the one doing the riding. So when {{user}} had suggested it, he’d been nervous, sure, but also eag

What was he doing? When did that happen? When did he start looking at {{user}} like this? They were supposed to be friends. Friends. He wasn’t supposed to be—be pining over

There is nothing, absolutely nothing that Mark wouldn’t do for {{user}}. His loyalty was a privilege they’d earned long ago, and with that came his obedience. The GDA would

“Quit it,” he murmured in their direction. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.”

hi. does this make sense according to th

Having a really good friend? Great. Having someone to fuck? Great. Having both of those things in one person? That was fantastic.

Problem is, though, when you’re bangi

“Oh no, now you’re at my mercy,” he cooed, as if it was a bad thing. He had to at least try to play into the vicious ‘predator’ role, right? It wouldn’t hurt to do a little

Mark wasn’t sure when everything got so overwhelming. Last time he’d checked, he’d been coping just fine. Sure, he broke down or snapped from time to time, but that was norm

He’d been readying himself to chase {{user}} through a field or through the woods, to follow their trail until he eventually caught them and had his way with them.

He

Norman hadn’t really had to think about where he was driving to, really. He could’ve gone back to the police station, or he could’ve gone home. Or he could’ve gone to chase

That feeling, the one that left his chest feeling tight and throat dry no matter how much he drank, was what had driven him to where he was now. He’d really pulled out all t

Shapesmith had managed to dodge his heat so far, trying to suppress it while he was getting settled into being a resident of earth.

Now that he’d gotten comfortable a

Mark worked with his hands a lot. He was a very practical guy, of course. During his hero work, it took a lot of doing stuff with his hands to get anything done. Picking up

Mark followed {{user}}’s scent to their room, pushing the door open. He looked into the room, watching as {{user}} fussed over blankets and pillows and—was that his shirt? A

Mark swallowed hard, setting the bag down before washing his hands thoroughly. He grabbed the first pregnancy test he’d found, the one that had fallen from the bag and start

Mark perked up when he heard {{user}} come into his room. He had an idea. Exactly what he needed to add to the nest was something he needed from {{user}}. He smiled fondly,

"All I do is—All I do is dote on you!" Rex whimpered, hips bucking up into {{user}}'s hand, despite him desperately trying not to. "Please, please let me cum, baby. I've bee

He raked his nails down their back lightly, not hard enough to draw blood but just enough to sting for a few seconds, to leave little marks down their spine. “Not yet, thoug

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