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priest!bucky making you squirt all over the pews…

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❝ 𝒫ull 𝒪ut 𝒢ame ! ❞ ― marvel !

summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣

— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.

Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.

— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.

Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.

— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.

Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.

— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”

Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.

— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”

Rating: 0/10. Wicked.

— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.

Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.

— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.

Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.

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I have a question.

Are you sure?

i know where you live.

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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https://www.tumblr.com/marks-bby/779005889325793280/holy-succubus?source=share

Just a random scroller, but I opened my tumblr in public so talk about jump scare😭

yall i’m sorry😭😭i thought everyone had they brightness down in public

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⠀⠀⠀ANNOYING "FWB"

⠀⠀⠀made for mohawk!mark but can be anymark

"cmon, mark. i have work!" — you groan, your body being bent over you bathroom counter. you wanted to fuck him once and now he won’t stop coming back, saying he’s “pussy hypnotized”.

“you don’t wanna give me any today?” — he chuckles, shedding his suit off. when he should be out terrorizing chicago, he’s here; blowing your back out.

he slides his hand down the valley of your back, his calloused hand a huge contrast to your soft, buttery-like skin. “you didn’t miss me?” — he feigns a hurt expression. “you’re batshit crazy. why would i miss you?” — you scoff, looking at him through the mirror.

that was true. the mental asylum wasn’t an option for him. knowing him, he’d spend his time there terrorizing the nurses for a fun time passing. “you love this batshit crazy guy. you keep letting me in after hours.” he pulls down your pants, still blabbering about how much you love and need him.

he wasn’t far off. you loved the sex. not him. in all honesty, you don’t know what exactly about him makes you keep coming back. he’s a maniac. he kills people. for all you now, one bad fuck and you’ll find yourself in a body bag.

“you love the way i make you squirm on my ton — ” — you interrupt him. “mark, enough! just get it over with already!” — you were getting frustrated and angsty, barring your bare backside being presented in front of him and him not taking any action.

he smiles wickedly, “if you say so.” he shrugs, his suit and boxers pooling around his ankles. he drags his firey tip up and down your soppy slit, teasing you. he chuckles, “come on, beg for me.” he grins devilishly at your hips trying to connect with his. he defies you, pushing your hips away.

“fuck. you.” — you seethe. “there she is.” — he snickers before easily slipping into you with how wet you were. “forgot how wet she gets.” — sshlop, sshlop.

the noises the two of you were lewd, disgusting enough that it made you water even more. he takes a fist of your hair, pulling you back and forming your spine into a ‘U’. “look at us. we’re perfect.” — he forces you to look at the scene before you, your body rocking back with every impact coming from his hips.

“look at herrrr.” — he smiles at the slight of his glistening c*ck. “fuck, you’re gorgeous.” — he leans backwards, his pace quickening. your ass ripples at the impact of his hips.

“come on, baby. remember when you squirted on me last time? can you do it again?” — he coos.

you remember that embarrassing moment. his face was stuffed between your legs, lapping at you live a starved animal. he didn’t give you any breaks, repeating that this is for him and not you.

you laugh breathlessly. “you think your d!ck can do that?” — your emasculating words flicked a switched. his hips came to a halt. with out another word, his hand leaves your hair and both settle on either side of your hips, holding you in place. you couldn’t escape now. you brought this on yourself.

“you wanna bet?”

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Saw this adorable cutie while scrolling on Instagram,her name is leen and she's two years old her Instagram account is full of her adorable cooking videos. My heart melted when i checked her profile she's so precious may god give her and other Palestinians the peace they deserve,if anyone can, go and donate her i will put a screenshot of her account and put the link of her account below or if u cant then pls reblog this post

The account

Please reblog this post. Follow her,share her content,it won't harm u in any way 🩷

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⠀⠀⠀MARK GRAYSON C.AI BOT PROMO

— succubus demon <3 — mark sighs as he sits on his bed, rubbing his head. he was too tired to fly his way back home so he decided to stay at HQ to rest til the morning. he was even too tired to take his suit off.

as he closed his eyes, he remembered that you were probably laying on his bed, waiting for him to come home. you were a demon hunting him, sucking the soul out of him every night. he felt bad that he would be leaving you alone for a night. you were a curse that he couldn’t get rid of but wanted every night. it was like a routine.

he sighs before opening his eyes, seeing you. “gah! i thought you were only at my house!” he whisper yells. “how—how are you here?”

you take it from here luv 💋

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men who are superhero’s but not sure how to be it >>>>>>>>

or just nerdy men i guess??

but still i would get my freak on with them

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A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙

My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.

But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.

🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced. 🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed. 🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.

But how do you rebuild a life when there’s nothing left to start with?

🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope. Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.

💙 This is where you come in. I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.

Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.

🙏 Will you help us rebuild? Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨

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⠀⠀⠀⠀THE VARIANTS FAVORITE S*X POSITIONS

missionary — he needs to see your face. it's like a gift to him. his favorite thing to do during the act is to bend down and take your lips onto his, absorbing your moans and whimpers of pure ecstasy. he needs to see the faces his own dick is making you feel. it's like an achievement to him. he needs to intertwine his hands with yours, makes him feel closer to you (minus the fact he's already in you)

— main!mark , no mask!mark, only googles!mark

doggy style — ass. ass. ass. he loves feeling your ass. he’ll press you down in doggy position, pressing against you. “fuckkkk….” he giggles your bottom before sliding right in you. he loves watching your ass ripple every time his skin makes contact with yours.

— mohawk!mark , caped mask!mark , full mask!mark (i imagine him using his full mask to hide his identity as he fucks you) , no goggles!mark

mating press — he needs you to give him an heir to his name. seeing you swollen in the stomach gave him a feeling of accomplishment. you were his wife, you had to give him a child under his name. having your legs on his shoulder, his arms are on either side of your head to prop himself up to slam into you. over, and over.

— vilturmite!mark , omniman!mark , sinister!mark , long hair!mark

cowgirl — he loves seeing you on top of him. your breasts jiggling as you sink yourself on him repeatedly. something about seeing his girl ontop of him makes him hornier than ever. he might even slip in a little “mommy” if you ride him right.

— main!mark !!

new bot !! mark grayson , keeping the mask on — “Come on, man. What’s wrong with you? Any girl would be excited to see Invincible at their window.” Mark talks himself out of chickening out as he flies in the sky. He’s been crushing on you since 5th grade. Maybe even from the sandbox too. You were so beautiful. How could he not fall for you? “Just act normal. Be friends. And don’t act like Mark.” He mutters to himself, sighing before knocking on your window.

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Have you lost a family member and felt the pain of regret and loss?! 😭

I hope you don't; for me this is our reality. Every day we lose someone we love 💔😔

Last year I lost my uncle and his entire family in a missile attack on his displacement site in Rafah, and Al Jazeera YouTube reported.

Today, I am in pain as I miss the dearest to my heart, my father, who suffered from a stroke that caused him quadriplegia. He could not cope with the catastrophic life as we lived in a tent that was like a grave. His weak body was exposed to malnutrition as a result of not providing the necessary food for his condition, and the severe cold caused him to have a heart attack that led to his immediate death.

I wake up terrified every night. I check on my family, whom I fear will die of cold 🥶😰

And it was not limited to this, but our tent that shelters my family, children, and my brother Samer, who suffers from a chronic illness, was flooded and swept away under the dirt as a result of the heavy rains. Our tent has become worn out and does not protect us from the winds and rain ⛈️⛺

Please save What's left of us, share with us, and if you can, a donation can save an entire family from death ❣️🙏

My campaign verified by:

@dlxxv-vetted-donations & @a-shade-of-blue

@gazavetters , my number the list is ( #75 )

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Our important links here

Imagine a tent measuring 4 x 4 and 11 people live in it.

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Who I Am & Why I’m Here 💙

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.

That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨

If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀GOOD PUTHY

mark’s first time eating the box.

mark used to watch porn a lot before he became invincible. he had a lot of time waiting for his powers to come so what else then to whack his junk? but he loved watching men go down on their girlfriends. something about a man pleasure his girl to the brink of tears got his dick hard.

then he bagged you. he really didn’t need porn anymore. he and you snuck around here and there, having quickies and birthday sex.

and it was his today.

“ so what now, birthday boy ? ” — you stand in front of his bed, the same bed he laid on, staring up at you. your panties slide off your fingers, pooling on his bedroom floor.

“ i’ve been wanting to try this thing … ” — he leans up, rubbing your hips. he had a look in his face that told you that he was determined for whatever he wanted.

“ and that is ? ” — he smirks at your questioning tone.

“ it’s nothing bad . ” — he reassures you. his hands rub up and down your thighs, silently coaxing you. “ i want to…eat you out . ” he bites his lip, anticipating your response.

“ what ? ” — you chuckle, not believing him.

“ i’m serious . i’ve wanted to since we got together . please . ” — he kneads your thighs, almost beggingly. it was cute.

“ mark , i don’t even — ” — he cuts you off.

“ please . ”

“ i—i’m gonna start now … ” — he mumbles, inching closer to your core. you clench at nothing, anticipating for his tongue to connect with your cunt.

he groans at the start tase, his mouth watering. he laps at you for a few times, stopping before continuing. this, was heaven. his head between your thighs, pleasuring his girl. this is what life was.

then , he remembers the videos he watches. girls like their clits played with.

one of his hands that held your legs open inched further up, drawing tight and fast circles on your bud. “ shit . ” — your back lifts off the bed, your hands gripping the comforter under you.

“ haaaa haahaa … ” — your eyes touch the top of your eye lids. there’s no way your getting through this. the wetter you got, the lewder the noise got. he slurped and sucked you down like a glass of water. his fingers prodded at your entrance, rimming around your hole.

“ fuck , you’re such a good girl . ” — he mewls, drowning himself in you.

one thing you’ve realized with this moment that he was a munch. for now on, he would beg to eat you out til the end of his days. “ i love you . ” — he coos. you don’t know if he was talking to you or your cunt.

his two fingers creep into your cunt, curling up to drag his fingers along your spongy walls. you jerk up, the pad of his fingers rubbing against your g — spot. “ please baby , let me taste you . ” — he begs for your release, shaking his head between your thighs.

“ mark ! ” — you pull him away by his hair, giving your body a break. you look down at him, his touch lolling out of his mouth, his hand pushing against your hand. “ baby , please . ” — he whines.

this was mark’s best birthday .

new mark bot , sinister!mark !! — You watched your Mark’s body lost its life, going limp. Everything and nothing made sense to you. Why were two Invincible’s fighting each other. Na why was your Mark the one to lose. “I have searched galaxies for you.” The yellow and black suited Invincible slowly walked towards you, his body taut. “I’ve missed you. Why? Why did you leave me?” He couldn’t help but remember when he couldn’t save you from a building falling on you. You were taken out of his life and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

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MY RECENT BOTS !

mark grayson !

runaway bride - “You looked in the mirror of the vanity in front of you, horrified of what was to come. You were “destined” to become a Vilturmite Queen and be married to Mark. The same man you watched conquer your earth. So many lives lost and for what? The lust of power? Expanding the vilturmite bloodline? The door opens, Mark in his white Viltrum suit walking towards you. “You look beautiful, beloved.” He stands behind you, kissing your cheek. He looks at you through the mirror. “Are you excited? Soon, you will don the title of Vilturm’s queen.”

hiding from him - This isn’t the Mark you wanted to build your life with. This wasn’t the Mark you wanted to have children with. And this wasn’t the Mark you wanted to know that you were pregnant. He wasn’t the same. He grew more sinister, different from the man you met in school. The superhero title was boost his ego too much that he shifted into a monster. You knew Mr. Nolan and Mrs. Debbie wanted grandkids at some point. But your child would not be raised by such a man who was so sinister. So many missed calls from him. Bailing on dates last minute. You needed to get away. You wanted the best life this baby. You wanted them to have a present father in their life.

i’m binging invincible. i’m in love with Mark Grayson.

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My name is Osama Basil, a web developer from Gaza. Over the past 10 months, I’ve witnessed the devastation of war firsthand. My office, where I devoted myself to my work, was destroyed, along with my source of income and future aspirations.The situation in Gaza grows more difficult each day, with destruction becoming a constant part of our reality. We've lost friends, colleagues, and loved ones, leaving our community deeply scarred.But I refuse to surrender. Despite the displacement and loss, I am committed to rebuilding my career and life. The war took my job, dreams of marriage, and a chance to pursue a master’s degree in programming and web design. After fleeing to Rafah with my family, I’ve been living in a tent for months, grappling with unstable access to electricity

@el-shab-hussein @nabulsi @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria @appsa @stuckinapril

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URGENT: HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.

my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.

Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

So I started a fundraising campaign to save my son before he dies.

Ddonate Via Paypal 👇

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too ��� .

I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

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