#Boxer ceiling

[a-mimic-and-a-jester]

DOIN THE THING WHERE I SPAM THE TERF TAGS WITH DUMB SHIT SO HAHAHAHHSGJGHKJJSHGFGHKD

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JUST POSTDUMB SHIT AND TAG IT AS A TEF POST TO RUIN THEIR TAGS!! BELOW IM PASTING ALL THE TAGS- JUST COPY THIS AND PASTE IT INTO TAGS AND ITLL SEPARATE

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[to-defeat-the-huns]

oh look

it's another iceberg.

[yeofy]

Good morning feixiao nation today i bring u boxer feixiao

[rafesangelita]

♡ frat!rafe loves to turn you into a mess by pushing down on your tummy while he’s fingering you

warnings: fingering, squirting, crying, dirty talk, overstimulation, pussy slapping, finger sucking

a/n: i’m not sure if the linked ask was sent in for my follower celebration but i just went ahead and included it <3

you blinked up at the soft pink ceiling of your bedroom, your vision growing fuzzy as tears brimmed your eyes. rafe had you lying back against your plush pillows, your legs spread open as he forced your thighs apart with a grunt. running his digits between your slick folds, rafe watched with a teasing smile as you squirmed underneath his touch. “you’re so fucking wet already, just look at his this,” your cheeks burned when rafe brought his hand up and showed you his glistening fingers, “all sticky and messy just for me, hmm?” you couldn’t help but whine, your stomach erupting in a fit of butterflies as he reached down between your legs once again.

watching you lose yourself from his fingers alone was something rafe took great pride in, he couldn’t help but do this to you every chance he could get. thrusting two fingers inside your needy pussy, you gasped, your back arching off of your comforter as rafe’s palm grounded into your poor clit. “oh!” you cried out, his arm moving with vigor as he fucked you knuckles deep. rafe’s jaw clenched as he kept his eyes trained on your glossy cunt, your juices spewing out from your sopping hole. “shitttt—” he marveled, his cock growing hard in his boxers, “do you hear that? do you hear how fucking soaked you are?”

digging your nails into the white lace of your stockings, you shuddered, your body jolting when rafe ran the tips of his fingers over your sensitive bud. “g-gentlegentlegentle!” you squealed, your chest rising and falling as he did the exact opposite. giving your clit a soft pinch, you screamed when he landed multiple slaps to your sticky folds, your thighs instinctively shutting around his hand. you couldn’t speak, your breaths coming out in shaky huffs as rafe rubbed you into a mind numbing orgasm. “please—” you heaved, your eyes shutting tightly, “rafe!”

forcing your thighs open, rafe pressed down on your lower tummy, the pressure forcing a pained shriek to fall from your lips. digging your heels into your sheets, your hips bucked as he added a third digit, his fingers practically hooking you onto his hand as he thumbed at your sensitive bundle of nerves. you took ahold of his wrist, your body wracking with the pure unadulterated pleasure coursing through your nerves. “wait!” you gasped, feeling an unfamilar pressure building up in your core, “i think i’m—” you didn’t get to finish your sentence before a stream of wetness flowed out from your cunt, a broken sob ripping itself from your chest as rafe cursed at the sight.

you hid your face in embarrassment, your bottom lip trembling as overstimulation began to set in. “no more, ray—” you hiccuped, “s’too much..” for the first time tonight, he gave into your request, a hiss leaving your lips as he finally slid his fingers out of you. curling in on yourself, you shook and trembled as rafe moved your hands away from your face, his digits prodding at your swollen lips. “suck them.” blinking rapidly, you could barely hear him over the beating thrum of your heart, your lips parting as you welcomed his glistening digits into your mouth.

jaw falling slack, rafe watched as you batted your eyelashes up at him, your tongue swirling around his fingers as he took himself out of his boxers. “mmm, you did so good,” he praised, “now do what you’re doing right now to my cock.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: yandere, kidnapped hostage reader, prior punishment

♡ GN reader

Thinking about really nonchalant darlings…

Your name is yelled from the bedroom upstairs, shrill and panicked, and yet you stay put—groggy-eyed while pouring yourself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, thinking it’s way too early to be screaming.

The loud steps come second—thundering down the stairs in an angry rush.

Meanwhile, you lean against the kitchen counter and take a slow sip of your mug, awaiting the storm.

He rounds the corner like a livid search dog, nearly slipping at the harsh turn—out of breath, face warped, crazy eyes needing to do a double take before landing on you—stopping dead in his tracks like it was the last place he expected to find you. 

“Mornin'. You look tense…” you drawl, staring back at him over the top of your cup while taking another sip. “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?”

Bedhead, in his boxers, he looks at you like you’re the crazy one.

“What? D’you think I ran away again?” You sneer, chuckling dryly as he calms his strained breaths. “Jeez, have some faith. I’m not exactly itchin’ to relive what you did last time.”

He sighs, and his whole muscle-swole upper body sinks with relief, nearly glittering in the ceiling light, glossed in a thin sheen of cold sweat. It’s a real shame he’s a crazy kidnapper, or you’d be all over that willingly.

“You’re not supposed to leave the bed,” he mutters, dragging his hands through his hair in an effort to ground himself again—having been a hairpin trigger away from blowing a fuse.

“You’ gonna punish me for makin’ you coffee?” You scoff, handing him a matching coffee cup.

He doesn’t take it, even though you’d poured it for him and everything. Still looking frazzled, joined by puzzlement at your strange behavior, eyeing the offering with furrowed brows that quickly become suspicious of its contents.

“Oh, come on.” You take a sip from it yourself, proving you hadn’t done anything funny to it while rolling your eyes at him. “I’m just tryin’ to play along.”

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[slvbum]

BETTER THAN HIM ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content WARNING: bsf!rafe, smut, voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), piv, unprotected sex, tit sucking, breeding kink. +18 MDNI.

“He cheated on me,” she said, voice flat, staring at the ceiling. “In St. Tropez. Some French chick he met at that club.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, his beer pausing halfway to his mouth. Her boyfriend, ex now, he guessed, was a dick anyway, but this?

“Fuck him,” he said, setting the bottle down hard. “You’re too good for that asshole.”

She laughed, bitter, then looked at him, eyes glinting with something dangerous.

“Liar.” 

But it sounded like she was daring him, and that was all it took. Rafe was on her in a heartbeat, pinning her to the couch, his lips crashing into hers, no holding back. She kissed him back just as hard, hands yanking at his shirt, manicured nails scraping his skin. The tension from weeks of teasing in St. Tropez snapped like a rubber band, and they were tearing at each other’s clothes, her shorts hitting the floor, his jeans following.

He shoved her thighs apart, dropping between them without a word.

“He never did this right, did he?” Rafe growled, remembering a drunk confession she’d made months ago: how her ex barely went down. Rafe wasn’t that guy. He spread her open, her pink pussy already wet, and dove in—tongue flat and slow, licking up her slit, tasting her like he’d been starving for it. She gasped, hips bucking, fingers twisting in his hair.

“Fuck—Rafe—”

He sucked her clit hard, flicking it with his tongue, then buried his face deeper, lapping at her like a man possessed, her juices coating his chin.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbled against her, thrusting his tongue inside, making her moan loud and desperate.

She came fast, thighs clamping around his head, shuddering as he licked her through it, not stopping until she was a trembling mess. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with a smirk, climbing up to kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“That’s how it’s done,” he said, shoving his boxers down. His cock sprang free, and her eyes darkened with want. An hunger that she had been holding back.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, spreading her legs wider, and Rafe didn’t need to be told twice. He lined up and slammed into her, one brutal thrust that buried him balls-deep, her pussy tight and hot around him. She cried out, nails raking his back, and he set a punishing pace, the couch creaking under them.

“Gonna fuck you so good he’ll feel it,” he growled, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard before ducking down to suck one into his mouth. He bit the nipple, tongue swirling, then switched to the other, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “These are mine now—been dreaming about them.”

Her moans were loud, egging him on as he pounded into her, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

“You’re so—fucking—big,” she gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a fuckin’ champ—so tight, so wet for me. He never fucked you like this, did he?” He grinned and she shook her head, breathless, a sign that made him thrust harder, like he was getting revenge. Fuck that dickhead Jack. He thought.

The door banged open mid-thrust, and her ex stormed in—Jake, red-faced and wide-eyed, keys dangling in his hand like he’d planned some grand apology. He froze, staring at them: Rafe balls-deep in his girl, her legs spread, tits bouncing as he fucked her senseless. Rafe didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch. He kept going, hips snapping forward, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned louder, caught in the heat of it.

“Look at this, huh,” Rafe called out, voice dripping with venom. He grabbed her jaw, tilting her head toward Jake, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look how I’m fuckin’ her good—better than you ever did, you piece of shit.”

Jake’s mouth opened, but no words came out, his face twisting with rage and humiliation. Rafe smirked, slamming into her harder, making her cry out, her eyes locked on her ex as Rafe railed her.

“She’s mine now—so, watch her take a real man cock.”

He shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wider, and went deeper, his cock hitting spots that had her screaming.

“Oh, fuck—Rafe—yes—” she chanted, too far gone to care who was watching. Rafe’s hands gripped her thighs, his pace brutal, filthy words spilling out.

“Gonna fill this pussy up—make it mine. He’s never getting you back after this.” Jake stood there, rooted, as Rafe sucked her tit again, biting down, then licked a stripe up her neck, owning every inch of her.

Her pussy tightened, her second orgasm crashing through her, and Rafe felt it, her walls pulsing, milking him.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock,” he groaned, thrusting through it, his own edge hitting fast. He didn’t pull out—fuck that. He buried himself deep, groaning loud as he came, pumping her full of his cum, hot spurts flooding her, so much it started leaking out around his cock even before he finished. “Fuck, take it all,” he rasped, hips jerking as he emptied inside her.

He pulled out slow, her pussy a mess, pink, swollen, dripping with his load, creamy white streaking down her thighs. Rafe glanced at Jake, still frozen in the doorway, and smirked, spreading her open with his fingers so her ex could see his masterpiece.

“Look at that—filled her up, fucked her right. You’re done, champ.”

She lay there, panting, fucked-out and glowing, a smug little smile on her lips as she caught her breath.

Jake’s fists clenched, his face purple with fury, but he didn’t move... just stood there, watching his ex get claimed in a way he’d never come close to. Rafe leaned back, cocky as hell, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Get the fuck out,” he said, voice cold, and Jake finally turned, slamming the door behind him. She laughed, pulling Rafe down for a kiss.

“You’re an asshole,” she murmured, but her eyes said she loved it—and he wasn’t done with her yet.

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[science-hoes]

Your twin boys are identical, and they look just like Jack. It’s kinda disrespectful considering that you were the one who carried them around for eight months and damn near went into heart failure because they were nearly crushing your chest, leading to an early induction for your own safety. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The messy auburn curls, their cheeks and noses littered with freckles, eyes that are light brown in normal lighting but hazel in the sunshine, and toothy grins. (<— click on this)

When they’re still infants, Jack wears them in a front and back baby sack while he cleans the house for you as you get some much needed rest. He keeps one in each muscled arm as they watch the Steelers lose yet another game, imparting wisdom to their tiny brains on how he would coach the team better.

As they grow older, the twins follow him around the house, bound and determined to assist with whatever project he was working on. Replacing a lightbulb in the ceiling? They’re handing him the new bulb and putting the old one away. Mowing the backyard? They’re inspecting every blade of grass that he missed and pointing it out. Installing the new porch swing for the backyard? They’re sorting out every screw and washer to make it easier.

When they know Jack’s stump has been hurting him and he hasn’t been wearing his prosthetic at home, even as toddlers, they each grab a crutch and deliver it to him to make his life easier. That’s the act of service that really brings Jack to tears.

When the twins spend all day in the backyard playing in the dirt and rolling around in the grass, covered in filth, your life flashes before your eyes when you see your sons storming towards the front door, ready to destroy your freshly cleaned house. But Jack sees you tense. He gives you a quick kiss before slapping your ass playfully as you cook dinner. “I’ve got it, honey.”

Jack quickly exits the door to the backyard, stopping your sons from entering the house. There’s laughing and playful scolding when he snatches one boy into each arm, dragging them back to the backyard. Through the window, you see the boys run away from their father when he charges at them with the water hose. Their legs are still so little, and he douses them with the jet-spray setting, washing away every spot of dirt. The giggles and screams warm your heart, until you see that the boys have tackled Jack to the ground, getting their revenge. One holds his legs while the other shoots him point blank in the chest with the water hose. “Mission failed.” You think to yourself.

By the time dinner is finished, you peer out the window again to find the loves of your life all dirtied up with grass stains and mud. You fish a few towels out of the hall closet and step outside. Jack has a sheepish grin, the same one your twins replicate when they see you coming towards them.

“Alright, soldiers. Strip down to your underwear.” You playfully command, grabbing the water hose.

They do as you say, tossing wet fabric onto the ground, awaiting their fate. You spray your sons down first, handing them each a towel before sending them off inside. When your eyes meet Jack’s, he’s got that asshole grin on his face.

“You were supposed to fix this.” You scold with a smile, stepping closer to him.

Jack laughs as you spray him off, the mud clearing from his face and silvered curls. “Hey, you ended up getting a free viewing of the gun show.” He teases, effortlessly flexing his upper body for your viewing pleasure.

As much as you wanted to climb him like a tree at the enticing sight, you couldn’t give him the satisficstion. Instead, you snatched the waistband of his boxers and sprayed the water hose where he was most sensitive. A surprised yelp left his throat as he snatched the towel from you, running away before he lost any more dignity.

[teddybeartoji]

levi is very mmmmmm.. polite, when it comes to blowjobs. he will never ask you for one, he won't even hint that he might want one – if you don't initiate it first, nothing will ever happen. that doesn't mean he doesn't think about it though. dream about it, even.

he hates when the daydreams force themselves into his mind – the thought of you between his legs, eyes glued to his while you take him down your throat is enough to derail his plans for a good while. his pants grow tighter and tighter and the ability to think straight flies out the window; home alone, his tea now sits cold and untouched on the small coffee table of his living room while he succumbs to the unruly scenario playing out inside his head.

levi throws his head against the backrest and stares at the ceiling. he can almost hear the wet, disgustingly filthy noises you'd be making while having your lips around his lenght right now and he feels awful. he should be a gentleman, someone who behaves better than this, but he cannot help it.

with a low groan, he palms himself through the material of his pants with one hand while using the other to hide his face. your darling smile pops into his head, then your laugh, and he swears he's going to lose it. precum leaks through his boxers and he cringes at the mess he's making – he's not used to this, he's not used to letting his desires yank him around like this. but this is what you do to him, this is all on you.

he unwillingly thinks about the way you'd probably massage his balls and drag your tongue up alongside his shaft. how you'd rest your free hand on his oh, so sensitive thigh and how you'd stare up at him with stars in your eyes. fuck. he squeezes his fist around his base and screws his eyes shut – levi thinks about how warm your mouth would be, how tight your throat would get when you try to swallow around him. how pretty you'd look with your nose pressed against his happy trail.

the tv playing in the background goes silent in his ears as he bucks his hips up against his own palm, the image of you letting him fuck your mouth so clear in his mind that he feels like he's going to pass out; with a hand on your cheek, he'd hold you so gently and dip you in praise – it comes naturally in moments like this because as stoic he might seem, treating you right is always a priority to him. he doesn't take this lightly at all, he will never forget the affection you bestow upon him, in the bedroom and outside.

under the dim lights of his living room, curses fall from his lips as he continues to stroke himself through his pants. that's what he thinks is saving him, the thin material seperating his hand from his aching cock – this is how he convinces himself that he hasn't fully lost it yet.

(he ignores his soaked boxers.)

suddenly, a glimmer of light catches his attention from under his arm and normally, he wouldn't have given it a second thought if it hadn't been your name that popped up on it and he most certainly wouldn't have reached for it with the same hand he was palming himself with just a mere moment ago if it weren't for the ridiculous surge of excitement that flows through his body at the sight of your name.

"can i come over?"

he's glad you're not there to see the burning flush on his cheeks. he clears his throat and sends back a surprisingly fast 'of course' that unknowingly to him, makes you smile.

his dick twitches and levi's face pales. he still needs to deal with that before you arrive because he refuses to let you see him as just another horny man – all while you're on your way over, cheerfully practicing your little proposal of finally asking him whether you can make him feel good, whether he'd let you do everything he's been dreaming of.

[materia-girl88]

Kiss and Make Up

18+, minors dni

Graphic smut ahead

the aftermath of a fight between you and Bucky ;)

i'm thinking of doing a few final fantasy and red dead redemption 2 one shots as well :) lmk what you think!

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The bed was cold.

You rolled over onto your side, thick comforter pulled up to your chin as you curled up. The clock read 1:18am and you sighed. There was a small picture frame by the clock with a photo of you and Bucky from when you first moved in, smiling at each other with his arms around your waist as your palms rested on his chest.

Neither of you remembered what the argument was really about.

Bucky had come home earlier that evening after a meeting with Sam and Joaquin about a mission they had been gathering intel on and he was stressed.

You had tried to get him to talk about it but he had refused, snapping a "Just drop it" at you.

One thing led to another and one shouting match later, he was in the living room sleeping on the couch while you were alone in your king sized bed, eyes wide open, just wishing he was there to keep you warm.

Another 15 minutes passed before you couldn't take it anymore and you stood, blanket wrapped around you shoulders, and padded your way from the bedroom out to the living room where you could see Bucky laying on the couch staring up at the ceiling.

"Bucky," you called softly, slowly making your way to him.

His head turned, eyes becoming soft and a bit sorrowful at the sight of you. He let out a breath before he opened his arms to you with a quit "Come here, angel."

Your lip quivered a bit as you made your way to him, leaning down to lay on top of him with your legs tangling and your chin propping onto his chest.

"I couldn't sleep. I don't like laying in there without you," you told him, fingers clutching into his t-shirt as you shifted.

All you wore was one of his black t-shirts with a pair of dark blue panties, and you felt his warmth seep through to you as you both gazed in each other's eyes.

He let out a sigh, one arm coming to rest on the dip of your spine, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin while the other came up to brush your hair back from your eyes.

"I don't like it either. I'm sorry for snapping at you, baby. It was a tough day and I took it out on you instead of speaking to you," he said, voice soft.

You leaned your head to rest in his palm, giving him a soft smile.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too for not respecting that you weren't ready to talk. I shouldn't have pushed it," you told him.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft peck once, twice, a third time.

On the third kiss, your lips stayed locked and you could taste the minty freshness of his toothpaste.

You sat up a bit to reach him better, sliding your legs to straddle his boxer covered hips while his hands slid to your waist.

A shudder ran through you at the coldness of his metal hand, the movement causing you to shift a bit on top of him.

Bucky's tongue slowly ran across your bottom lip and you quickly granted him access with a whimper as your tongues tangled together.

It was instinct that led you to slowly begin rolling your hips against his and he let out a grunt, hips jolting as he began to harden.

You pulled away for a moment to look at him with a small smile, "Take me to our bed, Bucky."

He didn't hesitate in giving you a grin with a "Yes, ma'am" before throwing the blanket covering you both to the floor as he stood with your arms and legs locked around him.

He made his way down the hall like a man on a mission. Once in your room, he threw you on the bed causing you to land with a squeal and a bounce, laughing as he pulled his t-shirt over his head from behind.

You went to do the same but he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

"Leave it, doll," he said a bit breathlessly as his eyes roamed over you. "I wanna fuck you in my shirt. Just push it up enough to show me those pretty tits"

You flushed but obeyed, laying back and pushing the shirt up to above your breasts as you gazed up at him.

Bucky loved your body, especially your breasts, and never wasted any time in worshipping them.

Now, for example, he was slowly making his way up the bed towards you like a predator after his prey.

His hands came to rest on your knees where they were bent and he spread them apart, opening your thighs to him as he continued to make his way upwards.

Soon he was eye level with your chest and he didn't waste a moment before leaning in to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, his blue eyes locked onto you.

"Oh.." you gasped, thighs clenching around his hips as one of your hands came to fist in his hair. He knew how sensitive your nipples were and he never passed up a chance to get you squirming.

He gave you a sneaky grin around it before nipping at it with his teeth.

The jolt of pleasure it brought ran from your reddened nipple down to the apex of your thighs and your clit throbbed.

He continued the torture until your breasts were red and sensitive with a large love bite on your sternum between them.

You were slowly working your hips, trying to grind with his as much as possible. Your panties were soaking wet and all you wanted was for him to touch you.

"Bucky," you whined, and reached to grab where his hand was resting on your thigh,"Please."

You guided the hand upward to the damp fabric and saw as his eyes darkened at the feeling.

His hand moved to cup you fully and he ground his palm against you, your jaw dropping open.

"You're such a good fuckin girl" He growled, hand speeding up with the grinding until you couldn't take it.

You were on the edge, shaking like a crazy until Bucky suddenly paused.

Your breaths were heavy as you came down, giving him a frustrated look as your ruined orgasm.

He laughed before saying "Patience," and sat up, hands coming to the waistband of your panties.

With a jerk of his metal hand and a squeak from you, the fabric ripped away and all you could see was a flash of blue as he threw them over his shoulder.

You were ready to berate him but you were stopped when he dived in, lips wrapping around your clit to give a harsh suck as a finger came to your entrance to tease.

"Ohmygod," you whimpered, head leaning back as you arched you spine.

Bucky was good at most things he did whether it be fighting, training or really anything else.

But he was a god at eating pussy.

He feasted on you like you were a glass of water and he was a parched man in the desert.

His finger toyed at the rim of your entrance before sinking in, immediately on the search for that one spot within you that got you every time.

You let out a yelp when he found it, rubbing against it with his finger tip causing you to quiver.

"Please, please, please, baby," you begged, tears in your eyes as he continued his torture.

You could feel the orgasm building again and this time he let you have it, his head bobbing as he sucked at your hard clit.

A yell left you as you came and you clamped down on his finger that was still thrusting into you.

You were still shaking with the aftershocks of it when he gave you one last lick and pulled away.

He grinned down at you, his hair in his eyes and his lips and chin wet.

His hand came from between your thighs to show you the wetness that covered it and he used the other one to work his boxers down, kicking them to the side.

He grasped his hard cock with his wet hand, using your cum to lubricate himself and holy fuck was it hot.

"Bucky, c'mon," you whined as he scrambled into place, his dick coming to rest between the lips of your pussy.

"What is it, doll?" he asked teasingly as he began to grind the head of his dick against you, letting it slide against your oversensitive clit. Your hips jolted with every brush, "What do you need?"

You continued to squirm underneath him and glared up at him.

"I need you to fuck me." you said firmly, causing him to laugh at your neediness.

"Your wish is my command," he said before notching himself at your entrance.

You both let out a breath of relief as he slid inside, bare skin to bare skin.

As his hips began to move your hands came under his arms to rest on his back and he let out a groan as your nails dug into the skin on his back, raking red lines down the length of it.

"You feel so fuckin good. I could live in you forever," Bucky ground our, one hand holding himself up while the other grasped at the headboard.

You were letting out soft gasps with each thrust he gave you and you knew your hips would be sore from taking the impact of how hard he was taking you, but you loved it. You loved when you would bruise and he would spend time after trailing kisses over the skin.

His pelvis was slapping your clit with each thrust and before long you felt the heat rise in you again, your body beginning to quiver as your orgasm rose.

"Bucky, I'm close baby, please," you told him with a strained voice, grabbing for his hand that was holding the headboard and bringing it between you, "Please touch me."

Now that the headboard was no longer being held you could heard the wood of it smacking the wall and you only hoped that his super soldier strength wouldn't cause it to damage the walls again.

It's happened before.

He brought his fingers to your lips for you to suck on before trailing them down to your hard bud, rubbing circles into it roughly and causing you to cry out.

Your pussy tightened around him as your orgasm overtook you, your spine arching and your nails digging into his shoulders.

He let out a groan at the feeling of you tightening around him, his balls drawing up, and before long he too released.

You hummed in contentedness as you felt him spurt within you, warmth filling you.

He slid out once he was soft, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips before moving to lay beside you.

You moved to lay on his chest, his arms around you as you traced at the lines of his abs.

"I hate fighting with you, angel. But if this is the result, we may have to more often," he joked, causing you to laugh.

Before long, the both of you were asleep in each other's arms, legs entwined once more where you belonged.

[to-defeat-the-huns]

oh. oh no.

[cherryyluvs]

Can you write some smut of mark?🫣 Totally understand if you ignore this. Love your fanfics 🥹

Yes ma’am🫡

Don't Wake Up My Parents

You're staying over at Mark’s house. He sneaks into the room late at night and things get… risky ◝(๑>𐃷•́๑)◜

You were staying over at Mark’s house, sleeping in his bed while he crashed on the floor in a different room. This was supposed to be innocent right? Just friends having a sleepover and all that. But it was midnight and yet here you are laying in bed wide awake, hearing the soft hum of the ceiling fan doing nothing to calm the heat building up in your body.

You moved under the blanket, the fabric of Mark's shirt brushed against your bare thighs. You had stolen it earlier to sleep in, it smelled just like him.. clean and a little sweet. You bit your lip, rubbing your legs together as you felt something in between your legs.

Your heart raced as you heard soft footsteps approaching the bedroom door. The door creaked open, you quickly sat up. Heart pounding in the dark.

“Mark?” He didn’t answer but you could hear him. The soft sound of his footsteps padding across the carpet. “you awake?" Mark whispered, his voice low and rough with sleep. He took a few more steps closer to the bed. Until you could make out his features in the moonlight filtering through the window. Then the bed dipped beneath his weight as he slid under the covers with you.

"Couldn’t sleep” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the hum of the fan.

“Me neither” He was close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and could smell the clean scent of his. His arm brushed against your thigh, you didn't even notice how high his shirt had ridden up, peeking at his abs. Until his fingers intertwined with yours, his breath hitching. “Mark..” you whispered. Feeling butterflies in your stomach as he slid closer to you. His face now mere inches from your own.

“You know you shouldn't let me this close.” He whispered, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin. “But you're not stopping me.”

You felt warmth on your cheeks “yea–” before you could say another word he pressed his finger against your lips. “Shh”

“My parents are asleep” your heart raced as his hand went down to your waist, fingertips slowly tracing circles. “You look so good in my shirt” he murmured. His lips were right by your ear, breath hot and shaky. “mark ..”

“Tell me to stop” he whispered, lips trailing down to your neck. You gasped, back arching as he softly sucked at the sensitive skin.

You couldn't and didn't, instead you grabbed his face and pulled his mouth to yours. Mark groaned into the kiss, his body pressing against yours. “Mhmm, you taste so good.” whispering against your mouth as his hands slide down, fingers slipping into the waistband of your panties.

You moaned softly when his finger rubbed your clit, body jolting at the contact. “You have to be quiet, unless you want them to hear” You slowly nodded, legs shaking as he pushed a finger inside you.

His pace was slow and steady, his forehead pressed against yours as he watched you struggle beneath him, “You're so wet for me already” pulling his hand out of your panties. Slowly going up in your shirt, caressing and squeezing your breasts gently, as he grinds his hips against yours, You can feel the hardness though his pajama pants, the heat making you squirm. “Please” You whimpered.

“Please what?” his hand stood still. “Use your words”

“I want you” he smirks, pushing his boxers down just enough, teasing your entrance with the tip. “You sure?

“Yes” Without hesitation he pushes it inside you, slow and deep, stretching you inch by inch until you are gasping into his mouth.

He starts to move, hips rolling in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure. Your walls clenching around his throbbing length. “I love the way you feel around me” he moans softly.

You bit your lip, muffling the sounds that threatened to spill out, his hand covering your lips. “You're gonna wake them up” he teased “Is that what you want?”

The thought of Debbie and Nolan walking in on you guys was something you didn't want to think of.

You shook your head frantically. Tears gathering at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “You sure?” His thrusts slowed “Because you're squeezing me so tight right now”

The bed creaks and shakes beneath you with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. The slapping of skin on skin, your mingled moans and gasps. “Ungh”

Your back arched as your orgasm tore through you. Mark groaned low. He takes a moment to catch his breath, slowly pulling out his cock, pussy dripping. You can feel the warm thick cum start to leak out and trickle down.

You take a good lock at it, girthy and a white milky ring around the base of his cock.

Staring at each other, giggling as he pulls you into his chest. “Think they heard us?” you whispered breathlessly.

Mark’s lips curled into a lazy satisfied smile. “Guess we'll find out tomorrow.”

[applecidersturniolo]

forgot.

warnings: unprotected p and v

in which, fwb! matt “forgets” a condom.

“matt, you’re fucking kidding right?” you whimpered as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. matt groaned and patted around your bed, looking for something, anything, basically hoping that the latex would appear out of thin air.

“don’t you have some in your nightstand?” matt spoke putting his fitted hat backwards on his head, “we used the last one yesterday” you spoke softly. matt huffed, remembering that-that’s the whole reason he bought a whole new box after he left your place last night and where was it? sitting on his shelf, untouched.

“fuck.” matt cursed as he ran a hand over his face, though, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, “y’know..you could jus’ let me hit it raw” matt spoke biting his bottom lip.

god, he was tempting. the knot in your stomach grew, usually at times like these you guys would just agree to get off on giving each other head but..you guys already did that, and both of your needs were still unsatisfied.

“ c’mon, sweetheart, jus’ lemme put it in, if you really don’t like it i’ll stop” matt spoke putting his hands up, as if to promise he will do whatever it takes to make you comfortable.

you sighed and slowly nod, “yeah?” matt smirked, “yeah.”

“fu-fuck! matt!” you moaned out, your back arched as matt’s big hands gripped your hips, the wet sounds of your pussy filled your quiet bedroom, “yeah? takin’ me so well, y/n.” matt praised.

your fingers gripped the white sheets, nose scrunching as you felt your climax teeter closer to the edge.

“gonna cum? i can tell.” matt moaned out as his pace became quicker. the overwhelming feeling of your slick walls sucking his bare member in was all too overwhelming. matt’s head fell back as he moaned out your name, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, signaling he was close as well.

“c-cum with me” you managed to choke out as your hands met matt’s shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh.

“where do y-“ “inside. cum inside me.” you intrupped, your mind was hazy, teeth clamped against your bottom lip. “you sure? you want me to fill you up? make you leak me out all night” matt’s mind filled with images of your pretty panties being stained with his cum, the fabric being soaked with your mixed arousals. “yes..yes matty please!” you pleaded. your eyebrows knitting together, legs straightening as you felt your limit up and coming, “go-gonna, fuck matt, i’m gonna-“

“do it. fuck! you’re so wet- let go f’me. cum, right now, baby” matt babbled, “best pussy i’ve ever had”

that’s all you needed to hear, your walls tightened around matt’s member as you both released.

heavy breaths filled the bedroom, you could feel matt’s cum leaking out of you, damping your thighs. matt ran his finger down your skin and shoved the liquid back in your aching cunt.

“such a good girl f’me” matt praised before kissing your forehead and laying next to you on the bed.

you glanced over at him and softly smiled, matt returned it and sighed, “should probably go..” matt mumbled. you simply nodded, matt got up and retrieved his boxers from the cold floor, slipping them on before his baggy jeans. as he buttoned up the denim and flatted out his pockets he couldn’t help but chuckle, he glanced at you, who was looking at your phone mindlessly, not thinking twice. “hey, y/n..” matt mumbled. you turned to matt, raising an eyebrow, “yeah?” you spoke softly. matt smirked and tussled with something in his pocket, pulling out the gold, unopened condom, that had been placed in his pocket the entire time. “found it.”

your eyes widened, “you knew?” you spoke putting your tounge in your cheek, blush creeping up on your cheeks. “maybe..maybe not..” matt spoke with the biggest grin on his face.

oh, you were gonna kill him.

A/N: ahhh!! first post about these two ‼️ hope you enjoy! if you have any requests or asks PLEASE FEEL FREE TO INBOX ME!!! i love you guys so bad 😛🫵🏼

[captainadwen]

Damian Wayne vs the World

Sixteen year old Damian Wayne is on the hunt for a younger sibling. Being more discerning than Bruce 'child collector' Wayne, Damian's firm criteria for Batman's latest adoption problem includes but is not limited to: black haired, blue-eyed, tolerable humor, not evil, and most importantly - younger than Damian.

Lucky for him, fourteen year old newbie vigilante Danny Fenton is the perfect fit. Now, to fulfill his end of their deal, Damian must defeat the evil government organization hunting Danny in order to gain a baby brother.

Or, @livinghalfway your post made my brain go !! but in such a different way I figured it was better to make a separate post, hope you don't mind/enjoy still

~~

Damian Wayne re-entered Tim Drake's life like a gnat revealing itself in a closed bedroom space. Tim was in t-shirt and a boxers, maneuvering ramen into his mouth with one hand and scribbling out an epiphany on a murder case with another, when Damian's demonic dulcet voice echoed down from the ceiling. "Drake," said Damian, judgemental, "You live like this?"

Tim nearly choked on his ramen, because the day Damian doesn't attempt to murder him - however doubtfully accidental this incident might be - is the day Darkseid decides to be friends with the Justice League. "Fucking knock," Tim coughed out. "And get out. No one invited you in."

"Put better traps if you don't want me here," said Damian, dropping from the ceiling where he'd crawled in on wall-clamps.

"This is my apartment," said Tim. "It's called courtesy."

Damian sniffed. He padded around to Tim's desk and frowns at his cases, then said, with no further lead up, "I need your assistance."

"No," said Tim.

"You did not even listen to my request."

"Don't need to," said Tim. "Answer's still no. Door is that way. Bye."

"Father says mutually assisting each other is beneficial," said Damian.

"Father," said Tim sarcastically, "blamed me for you exploding a glitter bomb in the batcave two weeks ago."

"That is your fault for not being able to provide evidence to the contrary in an appropriately efficient manner," said Damian. He squinted down at Tim. "And he apologized. Eventually."

"I would not have glittered the batcomputer," said Tim. "Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to backup those servers? No, because you don't like tech work, you just profit off it."

"Blaming me for Father's mistake," said Damian, "Most mature of you. But we must put our differences aside. I have selected a new family member and I need you to dismantle a government organization."

That drew Tim up short. He blinked down at his ramen as though it might explain Damian's words to him, but the ramen remained disappointingly uninformative. "Repeat that," said Tim, gesturing with his chopsticks. "Slower, and with more detail."

Damian pulled out his phone and sent him an email. Silence surrounded them in the brief moment it took Tim to set aside his chopsticks and open the email. The subject line was titled 'New Baby Brother', which birthed all sorts of horrifying nightmares of Damian Part 2: Demon Child Boogaloo. The teen in the inserted picture, however, was reassuringly not in possession of Damian's bone structure.

He did have black hair and blue eyes. "Who am I looking at?" asked Tim.

"Daniel Fenton," said Damian. "He is fourteen years old, enjoys puns, and has recently awakened 'ghost powers' that allow him to transform into the vigilante Phantom to fight other ghosts."

"Is he also an orphan with a tragic backstory?"

"No," said Damian, and Tim relaxed. "But that will not be an issue. We can share custody if they cannot be removed from the picture."

"Jesus H, kid."

"I am joking, of course," said Damian blandly. "Murder is wrong."

"Ha ha," said Tim. "If he has parents already he's not joining our menagerie."

"He will," said Damian, with a smug upwards tilt of his lips. "He and I have a deal."

"So you're coercing him in addition to stalking him. Anything else you want to share with the class?"

Damian considered this query with a serious frown, which was how Tim knew this was not a flight of fancy or a very early midlife crisis (although with their lifestyle and Damian already having died before...).

"He has," said Damian after a moment, "a rogue that calls himself 'The Master of all Technology' and is a technopath." This was clearly meant to be of interest to Tim, and not to be a stereotype, but it kind of was.

"Great." Tim turned his attention back to the email the demon child sent him. He scanned through it quickly. There was apparently a secret and evil government organization dedicated to the investigation and extermination of 'ghosts' and other paranormal creatures in the world. Their latest efforts were focused on the town of Amity Park, Illinois, which was 'infested with ectoplasmic pests'. Their words, not Damian's. (It was specified in the email.)

"Okay," Tim drummed his fingers against his desk. "Before I help you defeat this secret evil government organization so that," he opened the email attachment with a contract on it and squinted at the legalese, "this poor newbie teen you've harassed into signing this joins the family in exchange."

"I did not harass him," Damian huffed. "It was a gentleman's agreement."

"Does he know that?"

"I am not a politician, Drake. I thoroughly explained the terms and legalities before presenting any contract. Now ask your question."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because," said Damian, tone implying 'you are stupid and haven't noticed something obvious, idiot'. "Father has begun saying he misses the noise around the manor and looking wistfully at old pictures."

"We still live there though?" said Tim. Damian looked flatly at him. "Sometimes."

"If you lived there frequently enough," said Damian, "you would already know Father is having...empty nest syndrome." Damian sounded disgusted. "I refuse to tolerate whatever inadequate and incompetent child he will find."

"So instead you found an incompetent and inadequate child for him?"

"Don't be stupid, Drake," said Damian. "I would not have chosen someone inadequate. Daniel is merely lacking formal training. Father can rectify this. It will keep him occupied for at least the next two to four years, which gives me enough time to find another black-haired, blue-eyed, tolerable child I approve of to be his successor and my second younger sibling." Damian paused. "Or until one of you procreates and gives him a grandchild."

"You're really serious about this," Tim whispered in horrified awe.

"I am serious about everything I do," said Damian. "Now, you will help me defeat this evil government organization so that our new sibling joins us."

"Okay," said Tim, but his mind snagged on a minor, throwaway detail, so utterly in odds with Damian 'Demonic Jealous Child' Al Ghul it surely came from another person - "Did you just call this kid your successor?"

[cherrygirlfriend]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ hands-on learner

pairing: rafe cameron x sunshine!reader synopsis: reader tries giving oral for the first time, but when rafe realizes it's her first time, he comforts her. tags/warnings: fluff, smut, oral (male receiving), porn, fluff, MDNI! wc: 1k a/n; this was requested on my former account so nonnie, i hope you stumble across this!!

sunshine masterlist ♡ rafe masterlist

before rafe came along, you hadn't really dated. your prior dating life, if you could even call it that, consisted having gone to a school disco when you were thirteen with a boy who had called it a date. so, your sexual conquests consisted of one person. yourself.

when you told your best friend that you wanted to take the next step and asked her for advice, cara gave you some pointers, and told you to absolutely never do one thing: use porn to help.

so, obviously, the first thing you did that night was slide under your covers, take out your laptop and your reading glasses, and search 'porn' on your computer. not even a specific site; just porn like you were a pubescent teen with a bottle of hand lotion and an on old sock.

you clicked the orange-black logo and searched up the word 'blowjob', startled by the various thumbnails filled with naked people, each of the title more and more lewd.

'big lips taking... busty goth girl... face fucking my step-'

you slammed the laptop screen close, your face warm and your lips pursed as you stared up at the ceiling, then proceeding to google 'how to give a blowjob'.

the sight of rafe in your room always made you laugh.

a six-foot-something man with his hair buzzed who always seemed to be clad in something at the very least semi-formal standing in your room filled with pinks and whites, as well as calico critters, plushies, sonny angels and hundreds of other trinkets he didn't know the name of.

even funnier was the sight of him in your bed, filled with (pink) throw pillows and sides that were lined with lace. but rafe couldn't care less about what your bed, or bedroom looked like, his lips on yours and your body under his as rafe's hands slid under the thin material of your shirt. you weren't sure how long you two had been making out, but it was long enough for the familiar heat to start pooling in your lower stomach, for the ache between your legs to appear.

you pull away from the kiss breathlessly, rafe looking down at you with a dazed expression, his ice-blue irises basically taken over by the black of his pupils. "can we... try something new?" you breathe out, causing him to raise his brows.

"like what?"

the moment that rafe's brows raised in question, your hand was on his bulge, rubbing him through the denim fabric in a way that caused rafe to let out a noise that was between a moan and whine. you slowly started to unbuckle his belt, rafe's breath held with every part of the process as he watched you to undo the button of his jeans, each little crunch of his zipper causing his pants to feel even tighter.

you tugged his jeans lower, palming rafe through his boxers, "i-is it okay if i take you... into my mouth?" you ask, biting down on your lip.

"w-what?" rafe mumbled in response, too blissed out to really register what you were saying. "yeah, yeah... go ahead."

you pulled down rafe's boxers, his cock springing free as your eyes widened from the sight. you'd never actually seen someone's... thing in real life, and you could feel your face heating up from the sight.

you'd read that you should have some kind of lubricant, deciding to use your saliva as you spit on the palm of your hand before hesitantly wrapping it around the base of his hardened cock, and rafe brought his hand over yours, tightening your grip, "a bit tighter, baby..."

once you squeezed slightly tighter, rafe groaned, letting go of your hand as you stroked his cock once, twice, three times… and after only a few seconds, rafe's cock started leaking with pre-cum. you brought your mouth down to the tip of his cock, your tongue darting out to taste the tangy liquid.

rafe gasped when you licked a stripe up a vein on the underside of his cock, his hips twitching and lifting off your bed, "fuck..." he mumbled, his hand going to grab your hair by the back of your head, your eyes slightly widening in surprise; you should've guessed, you'd seen it happen a lot in the films you watched.

you took the tip of rafe's cock into your mouth, trying your best to do what they recommended in the articles you'd read, in the movies you'd watched. you started bobbing your head up and down on his length while rafe's hand was in your hair, gently guiding you. you tried taking him in deeper, triggering your gag reflex as his head hit the back of your throat, and although it made you feel dizzy, rafe let out a loud gasp, a shudder running down his spine.

you continued sucking him off, occasionally stroking the shaft, rafe's breathing becoming more uncontrolled, the man letting out small whispers of your name.

but when you took him in deeper again until the tip of his cock met the back of your throat, triggering your gagging reflex again, and even though rafe clearly enjoyed it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the man pulled you away from his cock, his hand on your chin.

"what are you doing?" he asked with a slightly dazed look on his face. causing you to frown as you looked up at him through your thick lashes, a confused pout on your lips.

"i... i thought you'd like that."

"i did, but i can tell you didn't. what's up?" his brows were furrowed as he cupped your cheek, "baby?"

"i just..." you sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "i read that it's more enjoyable... to..." you hid your face behind your hands, "forget it! it's really embarrassing..."

rafe took hold of your wrists, gently moving them away from your face, intertwining your fingers with his, "baby, just... just relax." he sighed, "i just want you to be comfortable. don't do anything you're not comfortable with."

he brought his hand to your lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before doing the same to the other hand before letting go of them, lifting your chin up so you were looking at him. "i don't want you reading some dumbass advice forums. don't do something that's not comfortable. let's just take things at our own pace, sunshine."

"alright…" you breathe out, "then… just help me." you smile softly, your cheeks warming up.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: slight nsfw, omegaverse

gn reader

The big, strong Alpha who is super needy and clingy with his omega mate. Utterly infatuated by you—ecstatic you finally agreed to be his. Every day is a new honeymoon, wrapping you in his big arms and lifting you off your feet, squishing you tender. Telling you you’re gorgeous, nearly getting teary-eyed when gushing over how cute and bite-sized you are, even when you’ve got sleepy eyes and bedhead, wearing what you slept in—his oversized shirt.

He just can’t handle how baby you are.

Your mating mark has only just healed—the skin thin and tender, scarring nicely into a perfect print of teeth that are unmistakably his. And still, he wants to mark you anew every single day.

You’re trying to read. Lying on the couch with a book perched atop the mass of your giant Alpha boyfriend, who has you draped under him like a thick blanket. Your chin rests on the meaty muscle of his shoulder, peaking over the blade and his broad back to the book you struggle to hold open, arms only barely reaching around his waist in the position—it’s a little straining, but it’s the best you could ask for as you have no chance telling him to get off without him looking up at you, big puppy dogs eyes on the verge of tears.

His face rests in the grove of your neck, licking and sucking the healed bite he’d left there a couple of months ago. Grazing it with his teeth, he gives it a few lingering nibbles that cause a slight sting.

“Hey, you,” you warn, like an owner calling the name of their pet when they’re doing something they know they’re not supposed to. His movement stills, teeth resting in half a bite. “The doctor said to leave it alone.”

He hums and goes back to sucking again, only tenderly kissing it.

You continue reading, but it becomes impossible as his back raises. The link of your arms breaks, not long enough to sustain the stretch, and your book pays the price, lost in the struggle and falling to a close on the floor.

You sigh with a blank stare at the ceiling above, thinking—this is hopeless.

Meanwhile, he continues unbothered, mouthing along your artery up to your ear. You shy away from the tickle, and he moves on to your cheek.

“Hey—”

He eats the protest from your lips, replacing it with his tongue. You don’t push him away—it would only make him whine, so you indulge him. He growls softly as you open your mouth for him.

His hands squeeze your waist impatiently, slipping beneath the band of your boxer shorts and immediately grabbing both handfuls of your ass—lifting you and slotting himself between your thighs. The bulge is enough to make you moan.

“Geez…” you mumble once your lips part, speaking thickly with breaths “It’s like a never-ending rut with you.”

His voice is even worse off. “I can’t help it. You’re just so pretty.” A continuous whimper laces each syllable, all but feeding you the words, unable to keep his lips off you. “I need you so bad it hurts.”

Beneath the whining, there’s a rumble in his chest. You feel it as you put your hands on his chest, a low running growl pushed down and kept there as he does all in his power to hold back.

You cup his big jaw with both your hands, looking at his miserable face with a sigh, “What am I supposed to do with you?” You look him square in the eye with strictness. His hands all but quake, giving you the silent look of pleading, begging for your mercy.

You end up sighing again, this time in defeat. 

“Okay, big boy. Fine. Once more before bed. But you better go easy—I wanna be able to walk tomorrow—”

He kisses your pout and moves downwards, smearing sloppy pecks down your chest, chanting, “Thank you, thank you—”  and pulling your shorts with him as he goes.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Hawks, Natsuo, stupid soft Bakugou ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji, Geto, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Bokuto, Miya twins, Kageyama, Kuro ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ AOT – Eren, Armin ♡ DS – Zenitsu, Tanjiro

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