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Hey! So this is fucking incredible!

bratty sub!rex x soft dom!mark? might be weird, sorry if u don't wanna do it😭

NOOOO it’s not weird. Thanks for the idea anon lmk what you think >.< Hope you enjoy!!

Mark is pushing him against the wall, hands at his chest as he breathes heavily in front of him. “What the hell was that, man?!” He’s seething, anger seeping from his words.

“Whatever,” Rex is responding, dismissive. But he’s also holding his breath, watching the way Mark is licking his lips, feeling the way he’s holding him against the wall.

Mark is clenching his jaw, eyes squinting at the man in front of him. How can he be so calm? “You almost put us in jeopardy,” one of Mark’s fingers poke Rex in the chest, “if I hadn’t been there, someone would’ve gotten hurt!”

“Well, it’s a good thing you were there,” Rex is muttering, suddenly feeling some heat in his chest rise. He doesn’t know if he’s angry at Mark badgering him, or if he’s just trying hard not to think about how close his lips were.

How easy it would be to capture them in a kiss.

Would he kiss him back? Rex is musing to himself, when he feels Mark’s hand move down to his hip, still keeping him flush against the wall. Rex is looking up at Mark, a bit confused when he sees the dark look in his eyes, until he realises that:

a) he’d just been staring at his lips

b) he had a hard on this entire time

Mark is scoffing, but the his pupils are blown out. “What, don’t tell me you fucking get off on this?” His words are meant to be scathing, but there’s a rasp in his voice that wasn’t there before.

Rex feels his cock throb.

Mark is watching him, experimentally moving his hand from his hip down to abdomen, just below his bellybutton, feeling his abs tense underneath his touch.

Rex is panting, suddenly not so annoyed at Mark’s lecture, and he can feel Mark’s fingers splayed out on his stomach, so close to where he needs him, that he doesn’t even think before whimpering a, “Please.”

And then Mark is kissing him.

It’s different to kissing a girl. Mark’s lips are soft, but his grip stronger, and it’s not slow, or sensual. It’s fast, it’s hard, it’s rough. They’re ripping each other’s suits off, wasting no time before exploring each other, hands grabbing and gripping and squeezing.

“Fuck, Mark. You kiss good.” Rex is teasing him, still panting from the best make-out he’s had in a while.

“I fuck better.” Is all he gets as a response, gasping when Mark is pushing him down into the bed. Mark finds his place behind him, having Rex sit in between his thighs, pinching his nipples as he bites and sucks at his neck.

His fingers move down to grasp at Rex’s dick, chuckling lowly into his ear when he feels it jump against his touch. Rex is whimpering, too sensitive, and Mark’s grip is almost too much.

The raven haired man behind him is spitting on his hand, grabbing his cock again as he pumps him, thumbing at his tip before moving his hand up and down his cock again. “F-fuck, Mark, wait-”

“Nuh-uh,” Mark is tutting, “you wanted to be a brat right?” he’s tugging at Rex’s dick harshly, like he almost wanted him to feel a bit of pain with the pleasure, and Rex is feeling all of it.

“So fucking take it.” That’s all the redhead needs to hear as he’s arching his back against Mark’s chest, ropes of come spilling readily from him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Is the mantra leaving Rex’s mouth, his hips bucking into Marks touch. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s perfect.

“Look at what a mess you made.” Mark is tutting, smearing Rex’s cum all over his abdomen, fingers coming up to suck it off, and Rex can feel Mark’s hardened length against his back.

Rex is turning around, leaning in between Mark’s thick thighs, and although Mark looks painfully hard, and his cock is moving just from Rex’s heated look, he’s muttering a, “Oh, you don’t have to-” before Rex interrupts him.

“Please. Fuck, Mark, just let me suck you off?”

He’s asking so nicely, and he sounds so strained, like he needs it, so Mark is groaning, nodding as he watches Rex part his mouth and envelope his cock into his warmth.

“Fuck, just like that.” Rex had never sucked a dick before. It was more difficult than he anticipated, and Mark was big, making it even more challenging.

He took what he could in his mouth, using his hand to attend to the rest. He’s looking up at Mark, and god, the sight was beautiful. Brown eyes staring down at him, eyebrows scrunched as he groaned lowly.

Rex would get on his knees every day if it meant Mark would look at him like that. He felt himself getting hard again, simply from the dizzying look from the man above him.

It was depraved.

“Come for me,” He’s whispering against his length, vibrations going straight down Marks core. And then he is.

And when Mark sees Rex open his mouth and loll out his tongue, come all swallowed, he’s drawing out his voice, uttering a, “Good boy.”

The way I literally screamed seeing this, WHEW GIRL--

Husband activities with James at work LOL

More Petplay Headcanons with James (Kitten James edition) 18+

Tags//Warnings: MDNI. I can not take the term "Kitten" seriously after Discord, but I also can't take "Catboy" seriously, either, so I'll just roll with this.😭 Anyway, mommy/daddy kink mentioned, voyeurism, sex toys, and petplay🧍🏻‍♀️

He wears a gentle cologne so when he rubs his face on things, it actually leaves a scent.

His meows are soft and deep. He gets embarrassed whenever he does it, but for you? Anything.

Wants to be sprawled on you at all times. Whether it's on your lap or your legs or wherever.

Leaves extremely light scratches on your skin....unless you tell him not to.

When he talks, it's 2 sentences at most (1 sentece at most when he's a puppy, 2 sentences at most when he's a kitten, and completely nonverbal as a bunny) and when he talks, it's deeply soft-spoken. Some things he would say would include:

"Mommy/daddy, may I play with the ball of yarn?" (He makes sure to say "may I?" instead of "can I?" He finds it the most respectful way to speak to you.)

"May I nap on you?"

"Do I have to get in the water?" (Very dedicated to his role, so he acts like he hates baths. Still, he wants to bathe with you)

Still, despite his antics, he likes to get wet if you're able to. He doesn't mind a partner who can cum on him, or squirt on him.... just don't forget his face.

Purposely messes with the bell on his collar just to get your attention.

Likes playing with bags.

Wants head pets and chin scratchies while he goes down on you (don't forget to praise him, too!)

He secretly (not-so-secretly) wants a tail buttplug but he gets way too embarassed trying to ask.

Thankfully, you're such an empath that you surprised him with one! (Totally not because he was as subtle as a hammer dropping hints about it.)

When he first tried it on, he was nervous about how he looked. It wasn't until you turned on the massager setting that he arched his back and suddenly forgot what he was panicky about.

He doesn't use it often since he's embarrassed and is concerned about the safety of anal, but he definitely likes his tail. The matching ears only made his submission deepen even more.

The sensation of the cool metal tip pushing into his walls and warming up to his temperature with a buzzing hum as the soft fur grazes his skin makes him moan every time. But the challenge for him is to stick to his role.

He loves his tail, and some days when you deny him, all he can do is helplessly fuck himself with the plug while you work. He is so desperate for your attention. It gives him such excruciating satisfaction even if he doesn't reach that finish line or if you don't look his way.

The best thing is when he has his tail in with his other toys. He loves putting on a show for you, and would jerk himself off in front of you. Cock in hand, tail inside, cat ear clips shifting from the vigorous movement, cups suctioned to his nipples with a loud hum, his bell jingling, and when the plug's reverbrations travel deep enough to hit his prostate, all you'll hear from him is a loud, whiny, "Meowwww~!"

When he cums, it's as loud and whiny as a cat in heat. The day after, the neighbors reported hearing a cat outside.... much to his humiliation and arousal.

Look at this man and TELL ME HE ISN'T A MUNCH!!! LIKE ONG HE A MUNCH HE EAT IT FOR LUNCH🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣📢📢📢📢‼️‼️‼️‼️

Chill Saturday Night

Webtoon Hyuk x F!Top!Reader

18+ MDNI

A/N: Just a comeback dedicated to all of my Hyuk simps. You and Hyuk are all alone at his apartment on a calm Saturday night and get a little frisky. @tapwater-made-everyone-gay THIS IS FOR YOU! <3

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Female genitals mentioned, Fluffy smut, protected sex, female condom use, dental dam, finger cotts, fingering, cunnilingus, P in V, Riding, praise kink (Hyuk praises you, you praise him), Hyuk goes from dominant to submissive, male whimpering, male moaning, begging, female nipple play, foreplay, water-based lubricant mentioned, worshipping, namecalling (Hyuk calls you his Goddess), female orgasm, male orgasm, I suppose gental femdom can be used?

It is currently April 2nd, 1:22 AM. It's somewhat chilly outside, with pitter patters scattering along the window pane as the rain drops slammed against it.

You lay there, scrolling away on your phone. The sound of Hyuk typing fills the room. Eun is sleeping at a friend's house, so it was just you and Hyuk, and you took the opportunity to tease him.

He is typing aggressively, seems like he's either gaming hard or trolling a 12 year old screacher. Until you pull him into a back hug. He jumps at the feeling but nonetheless, he smiles.

"Hey, chill. I kissed you once and now you're all on me?" He teases.

You ignore him, leaning in closer as you respond: "Can you blame me though?"

He grins and gets back to typing. Unsatisfied with his reaction, you let out an exaggerated sigh in hopes of getting his attention. But Hyuk continues typing, veinly hiding his amusement.

Your hands began to wonder along his shoulders. Grazing his jawline, his collarbone, before brushing against his chest. He tries to hide it, but you can tell he's blushing.

So you escalate things further.

"I just want to hear from Hyuk... he's been so distant lately. Really makes me wonder..." You move in closer... "If he's really okay?" You whisper in his ear.

At this point he pauses, and logs off his game. He turns to face you, flustered before replying, "Look, don't worry about me. I'm fine, I've just been tired lately." You give him a doubtful face.

"Tired doesn't mean ignoring Eun and I."

He shakes his head and begins to explain himself. "Alright, alright... I'm sorry. It's just that... hm. Recently I started withdrawling. I guess it's doubts or whatever."

You massage his scalp, causing him to let out a soft whimper as you pry, "Doubts about what exactly?"

He leans back into you, pushing his head into your fingers and responds: "I'm not sure how to say it... but I feel like you could do better. Better than me, I mean."

He mumbled, his eyes looking far, far away from your direction. You frowned hearing that, and asked, "Why, Hyuk?" He sighed and continues, "Pretty obvious, isn't it? Someone as great as you ending up with someone like me. I don't have a lot of money, I'm hopping from job to job, I'm barely making the deadline for rent, and bowls of rice are basically our staple meal. Plus, I'm not that good looking. All I really do is play video games and piss a bunch of nobodies in a server. I'm not the most romantic guy, and for someone like you to be with me, I.... just think you can do better."

You continue to massage his scalp as you carefully think of your next response, "Okay, first off, your economic situation doesn't define you. At least, not in a bad way. It goes to show that you are a hardworker and that you do everything you can to provide for the people you care for. Your hobbies are simply.... hobbies. It's a good thing. And sure, you're not the rom-com romantic type, but you're romantic in your own way. You invite me out to convenience store runs and late night walks, you want to be close to me whenever we watch a movie, you do little tasks for me.... or "side quests" as you call it... you're very romantic. Even if it's not in the traditional way."

It's true. Hyuk was passing his classes by day and working through the night. During weekends, he worked, and he managed the house. Yet he still made time for you and Eun. Poor guy needed a break.

Hyuk looks up at you, now smiling and says, "Thanks. Sorry for being so depress--" you hushed his last word with a gentle kiss. As you pull your lips away, he huffs and remarks awkwardly, "Uh... that was cool... so um.... yeah..."

There was a long pause, before Hyuk decides to just go for it and kisses you deeply. He tries to act dominant, and he eventually gets a little rougher, making him pushes against you and pulls away for air only to kiss you again. As he gets more confident, he gently bites your neck, making those little hair rise and wave. He mutters, "Can I.... take your shirt off?"

You nod, allowing Hyuk to gently lift up your shirt. The soft cloth grazing against your skin before it was tossed onto the floor. He leaves a trail of nipping pecks along your neck before working his way to your breasts. Hyuk's tongue flicks against your nipple and sends a sharp, pleasureful pain courses through your body when his teeth gently clasped the bud. It ripples and a warm wave of arousal travels to your core. You moan, and he laughs with the words escaping his lips, "Look at you... so sensitive. All I did was a little bite!" Hyuk then smiles and kisses your lips while he slides his hand down your shorts.

When he rubs your clitoris with firm pressure, you squirm in his lap and grind against the bulge in his pants. He lets out a shakey breath, the blood rushing to his face with a pink tint. He tries to maintain his cool persona and says in a low tone, "Good girl. Keep grinding against me." He then nuzzles your neck in an attempt to hide his embarassment. Despite being the dominant one right now, Hyuk was still a shy guy when it came to these things.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

He massages your clitoris in firm circles before he pauses, landing a few hard taps against it. The taps cause you to quiver from the impact. It was a teasing pain that melted into pleasure, resulting in a moan to slip out of your mouth when the bud began to throb. Hyuk slides off your shorts and lets them fall onto the floor. Now you were completely bare, and Hyuk couldn't stop himself from staring before he started to take off his clothes. He places his hand on your hip and commands you to get on the bed.

When you get on the bed, he rises from his chair only to let out a loud crack from his back. You two look at each other and laugh.

"Was that your back?!" You cackled.

Hyuk laughs and says "Dude, I've been in this seat for 4 hours! Leave me alone!"

You both laugh some more when Hyuk presses his hands against the mattress and says to you, "So, what position do you want?" He goes to slip a finger into you, checking to see if you were wet enough.

He then goes under his bed and takes out a tube of water based lubricant. As he applies it onto you, you answer, "I want to be on top." He pauses, and looked a little surprised. Usually, the man is on top. But then again, being on top doesn't automatically mean dominant, right? Based on Hyuk's understanding, all you can do is be on top, but he's still in charge...

...Right?

Hyuk settles between the cushions while you gingerly slip the thickrubber ring inside of you. He grabs your hip, feeling the warm, soft skin as he whispers, "Here, let me help."

He examines the condom, checking for any tears and looks at the packaging. It didn't expire until the following year. He then grabs more lubricant and gently takes out the condom. Hyuk applies lubricant on the outside of the rubbed and the inside before slipping the thick ring back inside. You two fiddled with it before it reached your cervix. He then presses the thinner ring against your clitoris, and now you were both anticipating what was about to happen.

You make your way, sinking down his shaft with a soft, thick squish. Hyuk tenses up and lets out a panicky moan, his nails dig into your hip and he says, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, w-wait! Give me a minute!" He takes a few deep breaths and looks up at you with a look of worry. Your hand runs through his fluffy, spiked hair and you ask, "What? What's wrong?"

He hesitantly responds, "I...I was just about to cum. I made you stop since I didn't want to blow too quickly..."

The response made you stunned for a minute, before you two laughed again. Hyuk steadies his breath, before giving you the signal to continue. You finally glide down with ease, enveloping him in your soft walls. The heat making him tense up, only to relax once again. Poor boy was trying so hard to take control, to hold back his orgasm. But little did he know, you already had him right where you wanted him.

He wasn't used to sex. Especially being the passenger instead of the driver. You figured you'd take him for a test drive. Besides, what's a chill Saturday night without a little late-night ride?

You rock your hips against his shaft, feeling the veins throb inside of you. Hyuk bellows out a loud moan, cupping his mouth to be quiet. You hold back one yourself and mutter, "Careful, Hyuk. These walls are thin." He furrows his brows and quietly nods. He doesn't want the neighbors to hear what he's doing, but you felt far too good to be silent. Your hands intertwine while you ride him and slowly but surely, Hyuk lets your push his hands to the bed frame. Your hands loss their grip on his, and began to clasp his wrists.

Pinned to the bed and below you, Hyuk's calm and collected persona cracks. With every rock, and every moan escaping your lips, Hyuk became much more compliant, less complacent than usual.

He whimpers, and fails to meet your gaze. He mutters, "Why....why do you feel so good? Please... don't stop..."

You were loving this. Seeing Hyuk finally take a break and just letting you lead. He always felt the need to be the leader, always guiding you and Eun, always taking charge at work, for once, he was getting a break. He pants and his eyelids fall, just open enough to meet your eyes. He averts his gaze, but you, feeling bold, grab his chin and commanded him to look at you.

"Hyuk. Keep your eyes on me."

He was stunned. You never said anything so assertively. Regardless of how assertive or passive you were in your every day life or bedroom, it was nothing compared to the tone you gave him when you made him watch as you bounce onto him. The mattress squeaks with every hard landing and the hot, slick ridges grinding against his cock cause him to break. He clenches his fists and helplessly feels his wrists going numb from your grasp as he rambles, "Goddess... you're.... my goddess... keep....doing that."

High off your ego, you get the audacity to say, "Keep doing...what exactly?" You knew damn well what he meant, you just wanted to embarass him more.

Hyuk was hesitant with his response, "Keep... y'know... doing that..." You get closer to him, no longer riding. He whines, getting ready to complain before you beat him to it and tell him, "What is 'that?' What do you want me to keep doing?"

Hyuk didn't want to say it. He wanted this, but his pride wouldn't let him say it. But if he didn't say it, you wouldn't continue. Not wanting you to stop, he begs you, "Please, please goddess, don't stop... keep... fucking me like this. Please. I'll do anything for you, goddess, anything."

That was unexpected, but you rock your hips in approval, and move again. Hyuk whimpers and babbles out the words, "Thank you, thank you, goddess. Thank you so much." You let out a breathy moan, appeased by his worshipping. It wasn't long before Hyuk's breathing became unsteady and he asks, "Goddess? May I please cum? Please? I'll make sure you do, too. I promise. Please?"

You whisper to him, "Yes, baby. You may."

You let go of his wrists, allowing him to clutch your hips and press you down when his hips bucked and he cries out with ecstasy. Even through the thin rubber, you could feel him spasm and coat the material with his cum. He strokes himself a few times, his chest heaving while he carefully pulls out. He eases the rubber out and ties it up before discarding it.

After doing so, he takes out a dental dam, and two finger cotts. You watch curiously as he applies the cotts with lubricant and places the thin rubber sheet against your clitoris, leaving just enough room to use his fingers. He looks up at you shyly and says, "I told you I'll make sure you get yours. If... you want me to, that is."

You lean against the cushions, the plush fabric depressed from Hyuk's previous leaning. You part your thighs for him and he hooks his arms beneath your legs, caressing the warm skin as he licks your folds. He feels its smooth and wrinkled patterns with his soft, wet tongue gliding against them. He lets a drop of saliva slowly fall onto your clit, before flicking his tongue, and finally flattening against you.

You throw your head back and let out a cry of pleasure when he slips his fingers in, massaging your G-spot while he sucks your bud, moaning into your pussy. The moans sent sensual vibrations through your most sensitive spot, causing the pit in your stomach to deepen. Your breath hitches and you tug at his hair. You pant out the words, "Good boy, you're so good, Hyuk. So good."

The words caused him to moan louder and make his fingers fluttering inside of you. Curling right into your sweet spot and suck away with haste. You grind against his tongue and shut your eyes, completely lost in the pleasure. You could feel yourself building up to that point of no return. You steady your breathing, trying to prolong the pleasure. But Hyuk's words made you even closer. The boy laps you up and pleads, "Please, cum for me, goddess. Cum on my fingers, please, yes..."

Finally, it was your turn. Your chest heaves until you go over the edge with a warm wave of pleasure washing over you. Your nipples harden from the impact and you could hear yourself squelch against his fingers while Hyuk frantically began to place a blanket over your area. You look down, curious as to what got him so frantic.

Much to your surprise (and either horror or delight, depending on you), a fountain gushed out of you, and the blanket was soaked. You breathlessly look at Hyuk, who was speechless for a moment before scratching the back of his head and saying, "Whoa! New achievement unlocked; I made my girlfriend squirt!"

You laughed away whatever anxiety or embarassment was there, and kiss him, praising him for his work. He puts the blanket in the hamper, and discarded the cotts and dental dam. Hyuk tiredly holds onto you and asks softly, "So... I guess I was a good boy tonight?"

You nod, kissing him with the words tucked into his neck,

"Yes, Hyuk. You were a very good boy tonight."

To breed or to peg? That is the question.

jk (unless he wants me to)

I just finished writing a fic of him and I'll do it again. Maybe a male!reader this time? Or hell, I'll even do a top!fem reader. Getting ideas rn...

This gun scene on squid game 2 honestly had me physically GASPING for air I need to see some fics about this IMMEDIATELY pls pls pls pls TAG ME YALL

Angsty smut headcanons I made up of Mark Grayson. Please read disclaimer. 18+

DISCLAIMER & TW: Before I get into this, I wanna say that I am extremely new to the Invincible fandom and will be utilizing the canon events in the comic book series. For this reason, SA is mentioned, and as a victim myself, I believe that completely isolating rape victims from any source of sexual media reinforces the idea that we are nothing beyond our traumas. I shouldn't have to explain myself, and I won't elaborate any further. But sexuality can still thrive even after one is assaulted.

TW: Rape mentioned, sexual trauma, highlights of a victim's mental state afterwards including self-blaming, please filter this post if this is upsetting, I understand. This is by no means a noncon fic, these headcanons are about the aftermath of being assaulted and how it affects victims lives.

Please note that this is my first time ever openly writing about a character who is canonically a victim of sexual assault. I don't want to censor us out of media. We shouldn't be objectfied, but we shouldn't be treated as though we're broken or unable to be more than something that happened to us beyond our control. If you want to give me feedback, I'm very much welcoming of it. But understand that I'm not fetishizing Mark's trauma in any way, shape or form. In fact, I find him comforting, because I can relate to some elements of his story. This is supposed to acknowledge Mark's lore and to comfort the disturbed.

It's difficult for Mark to engage in anything after Anissa. But after a few therapy sessions, he did want to try again since... well, he loves you... and before she raped him, sex was a way for him to express his affection in the most intimate way possible.

It's not like the other cases where Mark takes control, because the thought of doing anything paralyzes him. What would be good for him? If it feels good, is it supposed to feel good or is he just convincing himself that it feels good? Did he even want this? Or did he coerce himself into thinking he wanted it?

You make sure to praise him whenever because you understand how difficult this is for him. You tell how strong he is for choosing to do this, how you love him so much, how you could be his hero, how he doesn't always have to do the saving.... you could save him. You could protect him... no matter the cost.

Everything feels like it's vanishing or falling apart.... but here, he has you to hold onto and trust. You're not like his father, or his enemies, or.... her.... god knows what you'd do to protect him. At last, everything feels manageable.... because he's got a hero flying him up to heaven.

No fr. I'm over here cooking up content into the void with hardly anyone reading. Like.... I thought we liked pathetic men! What happened?🥀😭

How it feels looking around in the James Sunderland x reader tag

By The Ring

Rex Sloan x G/N Reader

18+ Minors begone! I have been rotting away for far too long and need to come back. So have my first angsty smut ever.

Summary: Rex always thought you and him were together, but to you, you guys were just a couple. Despite how awful of a partner you were, Rex always has the doubt in his mind that you do care, and you are his.

Warnings/Tags: Cheating from Rex's end, penetration but reader's genitals are kept vague. The reader is genuinely a p.o.s. reader is using Rex for sex, actively objectifies him, and doesn't care about anything else, and this isn't meant to romanticize objectification at all. I'm just practicing a new way of writing. Sex is dry af, dead bedroom, lots of angst, plastic love, literary devices cuz I'm a nerd💀, shattered relationship, hurt but no comfort yall, I'm sorry, it's 12:20 AM and I had a thought😭

You laid there bare while he slipped his way in. Your body is as hot as his charged molecules, but your moans are as loud as a dying kindle. His rough palm clutching your jaw to pepper kisses while you half-heartedly whimper. Moaning was a courtesy, not a requirement. Neither was cumming.

Moaning, begging, sucking, cumming.... it was never a requirement or a need... just formalities.

You knew from the start what kind of person Rex Sloan....or Splode.... was. A firecracker made in an assembly line designed to fizzle, flicker, explode, wow, and then tarnish to leave behind its tattered pieces. Its smell embedded into the ground and your clothes that stank of gunpowder. If there was one thing you loved about Rex.... it was his big personality. He was an ass, but he was always entertaining even in the more distasteful circumstances. He was the definition of fun and adventure.

Sometimes all you ever want is a little fun.

But too much of one's sweet indulgences will always leave a bitter taste in their mouths. Rex was a firework you loved to watch explode, fizzle, and flash vibrantly with all of his true colors. But what happens when the fireworks are too loud? What happens when the fireworks are too bold? What happens when the fireworks burst too close to your home? What happens when the fireworks are simply.... too much?

You dispose of them. Tuck them away into a closet until you get board and long to see their violent bursts again.

Rex was a skeleton in your closet. You didn't bring him up to family or friends--not because you were ashamed, moreso you didn't find it necessary. He was just a firework to watch until he fizzled away from your mind. His ambers always remained in your gyri for his body, for his face, and occassionally his personality.

But sometimes, you really wished he'd just stay in his place.

He thrusts faster into you, pounding, needy, desperate and depraved. What once felt so thrilling, so desirable, so irresistible, has become so.... so.... monotonous. It wasn't the sex that ruined things, it was him.

Assembly lines have changed the world forever. People gained jobs, capitalistic societies thrived, and consumers ate up every new appliance and car and cosmetic that released. But assembly lines were exploitative, coldly formatted to prioritize profit over people, and greedy.

Rex gained respect, Rex thrived in action-packed environments, Rex ate up every ounce of attention, and Rex.... was just a faulty firecracker designed to maximize your gratification until you decide to recall because he oversupplied, and you wanted more of him in ways that did not correspond to his ideas. Rex changed your world forever.

You couldn't care less about his job, his life, or his friends, not when he was inside of you. But now, that wasn't even enough because of course it wasn't. Rex could work in his place in line, tending to your conveyor belt for hours upon hours in a day, and you'll only ever pay him with half-hearted honeyed affirmations and the occassional peck on the cheek. Yet you'll still command more from him. You were as affectionate as Tyson Foods, or Apple, or Google, or Amazon, or whatever big wig corporation had a CEO with a warm smile and a cold way of life.

There was better than Rex. There always was and always will be.

If you desired, you could get a replacement by next evening.

Rex massaged your spot, whimpering and muttering: "Why.... why are you so quiet, baby? Is it not good enough?"

He sounded.... different from his usual cocky demeanor... scared. It was as though the entirety of his worth as a person, as a man, as Rex Splode, as Rex Sloan... rested between his thighs.

....

The fear that filled his body fueled his fiery passion further as he hoisted you up and pounded. This time, you moaned. An authentic, genuine moan that filled the room and gave Rex the validation he needed to gain that sense of machismo. The kind of masculinity that was as secure as the neglected mechanical cogs on a calculated conveyor belt. Rex was monotonous and loud, but by god did he have a use.

He slides out before slapping himself back in with a clap of flesh while he whispered....

"My baby.... my baby..." He huffs between steamy kisses and loud claps. His words synchronized with the sounds of his thrusts as he continued.... "You're my baby, say it to me...."

You bite your lip, not from pleasure--no, no, no, that candle put itself out long ago--but rather resistance, rebellion, apathy, reluctance, everything that Rex would define as "shitty." But you humored him, striking the match to light his fuse as you pant out, "I'm your baby, Rex. I'm your baby."

Rex was a firecracker you always set off when you wanted a show and you always made sure to set him off into a lake when he was too much. To bet on losing dogs is the very definition of insanity. But Rex places his stamp down and pays the price every time. He knows. He knows that what he's doing is wrong, seeing Kate behind your back, talking to Eve, touching other people, only to bury himself deep into you. He didn't deserve you. He knew that. But he loved you so, so much. You were perfect, affectionate enough to keep him coming, but distant enough that he could never worry about genuinely losing a bet. That was until he heard you laugh with him, not at him, or when you were so forgiving, and loving.... where did you go? You don't even look him in the eyes during sex.

But that night.... you did.

And it gave Rex the foreign feeling of butterfly houses populating with heat insulated.... he couldn't help but hiss at you through clenched teeth, "I wanna feel it.... you looking in my eyes when I come..."

To bet on losing dogs is the very definition of insanity. Deep beneath the depths of his hearth through the cracked stonework and sooted walls of his personhood, lied the burned letter he always sought to ignore.

You don't love him. He can tell by the way you always gaze at his body and dismiss his words, how you craved him for his looks and not his jokes, and how even after you drained him, you still commanded more. You never asked how he was doing, you just always focused on "making him feel better." Except he never did. But he loves you so.... for whatever reason, he does.

He loves you so much that he'll cry to himself over his infidelity even though you couldn't care less if he left you today. He hates himself for it but christ, he needs someone that's you but.... isn't like you. He stopped going after Rae, Kate, and Eve. He started seeking people who looked as close to you as possible. Some nights, he'd even pay a prostitute extra to let him call them by your name, or to dye their hair like yours, and so on. Or when he watches porn.... he always tries to find one where the bodies, the actors, and the sounds were as close to you as possible because he knows it will never truly happen. For once, sex was something that made Rex miserable.... how can he possibly enjoy you when he has to sleep knowing that if it weren't for his anatomy, you would leave?

If he can't make you stay with his jokes, or his meals, or his fireworks from charged coins, he only had one last thing.... his body.

He loves you so much that he actively bets on his losing dog. He sees you and he knows that you are bound to fail him everytime without trying because that's exactly your problem. You don't try.

You don't even care.

He could sit there in his car and scream how he loves you, but whether he screamed in the car alone, or screamed right there in your home you still left him alone. As long as he came back to bed bare, only then would you truly acknowledge him and hold him.

Finally, Rex reached his peak and lets go, only to make sure you reached yours, too. As you cum, it wasn't a powerful crash of waves, it was a poltergeist of pleasure that throbbed throughout your body. But Rex knew this was all he could do. He knows you're bored of him now.

........

In the middle of cuddling you, Rex finally snaps bitterly:

"Why don't you ever say my name when we fuck? You don't even look at me!"

But when he said that, he looked to see you scrolling away on your phone. Inattentive, careless, and inconsiderate as always. He bets on losing dogs.

Then he decided to tell you the truth....

"I've been seeing other people. Kate, Rae, Eve, and others." He confessed whilst firmly looking at you with those green eyes lit with determination; a faulty firework ready to blow up into the lake once more.

He sat there in silence, expecting you to get angry, cry, scream, or do something indicating that you do care about him.

When he is met with silence, he instigated further.

"You tasted her. Every time you went down on me, you tasted them, 'cause I ain't washing my sins, baby!" He exclaimed with bravado, he knew everything. He knew you were just putting on a front.... you do love him, you care for him, that you were worth losing every bet, that you were worth placing every bet down like a deranged gambler, that you weren't his losing dog, that you were his, that he'll break your heart, that he'll make you cry, and then it'll all be okay. He knew---no, he knows, everything. Even if you are dry and you can't keep up, he knows it'll hurt.

But it didn't hurt like he thought it would.

After he confessed his infidelty and clutched his plastic pride, all you did was roll over and tiredly mutter to him,

"Make sure you get tested tomorrow. I don't wanna have to take antibiotics 'cause of you."

And just like that.... you set him off and briefly witnessed his burst into the lake. He gets up, agitated and shouting at you, but you have long fell asleep. Realizing he was losing on your side, he went to the bathroom and wrapped his lips around the faucet before turning it on to the highest setting.

Through gargles, choked sobs, fizzled sorrows, and longing ambers being flooded by metallic water, he coughs up remains before pulling out the diamond ring in his pocket. It wasn't flashy, it was cheap, but it was a promise. The promise to be better, the promise to stay by your side, the promise.... to bet on another losing dog.

With a somber gaze that pawned off his emerald eyes, Rex places the ring onto the sink; ready to place down yet another stamp that's long dried after so many bets. The diamond was starting to yellow. He didn't hurt like he thought it would.... he told you the truth with the hopes of having your love at last, and all you did was reduce him to a urine sample. All Rex is left with a quiet place to scream how he loves you. He knows that the promise to stay by your side is a guarantee lose, but he's become nothing but a poor gambler.

So he fizzles into the bowl of the sink, and bursts into the lake... ready to work another shift in the assembly line that was your manufactured love. He'd bet on losing dogs anyday. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Because to bet on losing dogs, to fail by your side, to be stuck in your assembly line, was to know everything.