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Rex ‘Splode’ Sloan

nsfw/smut oneshot, gn!reader, sub!rex, p in v

“Come on baby…one more for me.”

Rex Sloan, a hot head for a boyfriend. A womanizer at heart. And a male who claimed he was a top while having sex. Yet here he was, complete putty in your hands.

The slapping of your ass against his thighs echoed throughout the room, mixed with the whines and high pitched moans leaving your wrecked boyfriends swollen lips as you road him. His hands glued to your waist, keeping you in place with a bruising grip, nails digging into the fat of your hips. His pupils were absolutely blown, trying to look up at you, wanting to admire how pretty you looked bouncing up and down on his cock. But it was too difficult, not when you rocked your hips in a certain way, your gummy walls clenching around his sensitive dick, whispering lewd praises in his ear, all to which made his eyes roll back.

He felt like he was going to explode.

You’ve been riding him for god knows how long. Your legs burning up, motions growing sloppy but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You made him cum…how many times? Who knows. You lost track after three. The thick ring of creamy cum around the base of his cock was enough said.

“I can’t…please…fuck!”

“Yes you can, Rex…”

Moan after groan. Whining after complaining. All to which made you go harder and faster on top of him. Your head tilted forward, letting out soft pants as your eyes trailed over him, taking in the delicious sight: your teeth marks in his tan skin, hickeys and faint lines of your nails across his chest, tears beginning to gloss over his eyes, on the brink of crying from the overstimulation. Oh how you wanted to lick those tears away once they started rolling down.

“Such a pretty boy…”

Such a fucking tease, he thought. His hands gripped at your waist, rutting up as you slowed, making you moan out as the girth of his dick rubbed right against your sweet spot, thighs clenching around his hips. He so desperately wanted to take control, to flip you over and pound into that gapping hole of yours until your the one cumming all over him, crying from the pleasure and whining out for more. He wanted that satisfaction. But he couldn’t find the strength, his body limp against the mattress, pebbled in sweat, lower half sticky with cum, letting you fuck him numb.

“I’m gonna…ngh…”

Hot, thick ropes plunge into you, painting your walls white with his seed. Your hips smacked down, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you, half hard. He let out a strained moan, his hands falling from your waist and onto the bed, trying to steady his breathing from yet another orgasm. He wiped a bead of sweat that rolled from his temple, eyes flickering up to you.

“One more?” A cheek grin plastering on your face.

You were going to be the death of him one day.

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summary: what happens when you're caught during the invincible war by no goggles before he demolishes the guardians and you're "unfriendly" exes in his dimension.

notes: brent faiyaz and no sleep were the inspirations behind this one 🫡

shiesty mark and no!goggles mark are personal faves of mine but I'm sure if i wrote no!goggles like how he's seen 🤔 extra content for them regardless!

feel free to still request!

no goggles!mark x female!reader

tags: dubious consent, rough sex, female!reader, praise kink, mdni, 18+, light angst

i be doing shit i really shouldn't do fr....

"You know you are impossible to keep track of, man!" The alleyway your hunter had you cornered in seemed to grow tighter the further you ran, anywhere literally anywhere seemed to be better.

The dead-end made the reality of your situation feel even more damning and you grappled with what you were turning to face.

Invincible.

"I think you should probably stop there or are you gonna phase through the wall, Kitty Pryde?" He laughed at his own joke as your eyes frantically searched for an exit.

You knew Invincible, of course, you knew the insanely powerful superhero who flew around your city with freedom you wish you had but without the burden of lives, he insisted on saving.

This deranged bizzaro version that stood in front of you, wasn't him, however, and the familiarity he seemed to have with you made it even clearer.

"What is it with you and taking off, dude!?" Invincible asked and your brain flipped through memories to pinpoint when you'd been in the same vicinity.

"I thought with dimensions there were supposed to be like differences?" He pondered out loud, "Subtle but not so subtle shit across the multiverse you know?"

He was floating at first before his feet planted to the ground and personal space didn't exist between you anymore.

He tugged at a loose string on your t-shirt, his touch sending a shiver down your back.

Tears involuntarily began to stream down your face as death seemed to be an edge you were insanely close to teetering over.

"What the fuck are you crying for?" Invincible narrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, "If I wanted to hurt you, you'd be hurt, duh." He rolled his eyes like it was obvious. As if your heart wasn't going to beat out of your chest and explode on the ground at his feet from anxiety.

Your silence must've bothered him, Invincible inspecting your face even closer.

"You don't got anything to say?" He prodded, terrified blinking your response as he grew slightly frustrated.

"Come onnn, say something!" Invincible urged electricity in his eyes.

"Are you really not going to hurt me?"

"Hmmm I could,"On the spot, he wrapped a hand around your throat and you regretted ever learning how to speak, "It wouldn't take like any effort for me to crush your windpipe and pop your head off." You braced for him to do what he described instead he touched his forehead on yours.

"But killing you quick would defeat the purpose of finding you, ya know?"

Without thinking you shoved him as hard as you could from your space, a sudden boldness coursing through you that should've sealed your fate.

Instead he went back to gazing at you, the push having no effect on him in any capacity.

"How the fuck do you know who I am!?" There were plenty of other things you could've asked but your brain was barely processing this interaction to think of them.

Why did it have to be you?

Why were you targeted by the lunatic?

"If two plus two equals four, and portals equal multiple me's then the answer to your question would beee," He grinned at you expectantly, as if you were on a game show.

Like he hadn't just threatened to take your head from your neck.

Deciding to engage him, in the hopes it'd buy you more time you gulped back nerves.

"You're an Invincible who was close with a different me?"

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a lady with common sense!"

"But like in what way?"

'There's no way in hell I was dating this guy' you thouht to yourself, unaware of how wrong you were.

"Now there's a question you should've been asked, dude." His casual nature scared you more than a domineering presence could, in instant it could be switched- the blood that stained his hands was proof, his entire demeanor was proof of it actually.

"We were big-time in love, super duper committed to each other where I'm from, "He pointed between your bodies,"You wouldn't see either of us without the other type spiel."

"Whirlwind high school sweethearts who followed each other to college and what was supposed to be onward to the stars," Invincible prattled on, pumping up the dramatics the more he spoke, the back of his hand pressed onto his forehead for effect. "I loved you more then air, then blood and gore, then-"

"What-" Before you could finish, his hand was already moving making you clamp your mouth closed. The soaring punch he landed on the brick wall behind you crushed the structure the impact of his fist leaving a mini crater. Through your peripheral vision you could see multiple crumbles of cement fall and your feet could feel the reverberate just from how powerful his punch was.

This felt like warning number two.

"You should never interrupt anybody when they're talking, it's like really rude." He spoke deathly serious with a pout that rivaled a puppy dog's.

"I'm sorry." You said shaking, the apology's purpose to placate him but he wasn't easily swayed.

"No, you're not."

"I am." You begged, almost believing yourself but you knew he truly didn't.

That flip was switched again and he was grinning once more.

"Nah you know you're not." The intense gaze he bore into you continued, your eyes drifting for a second and he gripped your chin in place, still smiling, "You aren't different from my y/n at all, and she never meant any apology she gave." Releasing your chin he cracked his neck in boredom, eyes shifting up at the darkening sky.

"You know I'm getting the vibe you aren't interested in what I'm saying, and its honestly super hurtful." Gulping you figured that if the option to talk to him was removed the other one he was thinking wasn't pleasant.

"No I care!" You blurted out, Invincible looking at you without belief.

"You sure you want me to finish?" You thrashed your head up and down making him shrug his shoulders, "Alright, man."

"I made a mistake like any person does, "He waved his hand absent-mindedly, "I killed a couple thousand people and then suddenly it was like a ghost town with us, pun intended."

"You abandoned me, told me you'd love me no matter how much blood I had to spill and then shat on those words like it was nothing. Like what we had was nothing." He couldn't keep the bitterness from his tone even if he tried, his eyes downcast for a second in memory."But at least this time we're starting on an honest foot, hotness."

"Honest foot?"

"You think I did all that work of tracking you down for fucking fun?" Invincinble shook his head with a toothy grin, "I mean I kinda did but without me loving you I'd have no motivation, baby."

"But you just said I abandoned you."

"Yeah, that doesn't mean I don't want you."He scoffed, pursing his lips, "Who in love doesn't have problems?"

To you, you were strangers and to him you were his second chance at control.

"I don't even know you're name."

"It's Mark, Markkk,"He sounded out the syllables, slow. "Say Mark, come on you can do it."

"Mark?" You tested it on your tongue with hesitation but He swooned out loud still, unable to resist kissing you.

His lips crashed against yours, all logic being lost in how passionately he kissed you.

It wasn't gentle or slow he threw all of his emotions onto you at once. His movements were hungry and frenzied each twist of his tongue searching for more of your mouth to taste.

You tapped at his chest for a breath but he only held you tighter moaning into your mouth with a desperation that had you tightening your thighs. The print in his suit rubbed against your front in a sinful rhythm, your pussy becoming wetter by the second.

A thin trail of saliva was your only connection when you finally broke apart but he hadn't dropped his arms from the embrace.

"You never could hold out on me for long!" He bit his bottom lip hard with excitement, "Let's give that you're not the same theory a test."

i think this time i'll be through fr....

"You're soooo good," He slurred his words with so much happiness, dick covered in your cream from how fast and hard he was moving.

Your cheek was smushed against the wall he punched and you could barely keep your balance as he fucked you like a toy.

"Pleaseee," You couldn't get your request out as you came once more, body squirming from good you felt.

Straining to watch your fucked out face, you could hear his frustrated tsking.

"You know this position isn't any good for some face time." Mark flipped you with ease, back hitting the wall as he slid easily in practically purring from how slick your pussy felt.

"Muchhh better." His mask was off and you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. The darkness in his eyes still hadn't left and what scared you was how it was beginng to spur you on.

"Nobody can ever take me like you can," He panted feverishly, fingers gripping your neck to keep control, "Ever."

"You hear that?" your wetness spoke for you but he still forced your jaw open with his thumb, spit on his hand, "I know you heard my question, what I say about being rude?" Your wrapped your legs around his waist tighter as he slammed you up and down his length on repeat.

"I do!" You sobbed walls clenching around his dick, feeling so full. You'd never been fucked with this much intensity and it was overwhelming.

"Who did that?"He forced your neck down, your eyes stuck on how much of your cum covered his girth.

"You did-" You whimpered gasping when he snapped his hips at a different angle.

"I think it was a team effort." He murmured teasingly in your ear before biting it, strokes becoming sloppier. Your hands rested on his shoulders then went up to hold onto something.

Mark twitched inside you from the sensation of your pulling his hair, and you found yourself hoping he'd fill you to brim with cum.

"Pull it some more," Your fingers sunk into the back of his hair, and you tugged but it wasn't enough,"Harder, as hard as you can!"

You felt like you were about to rip his hair out but as his eyes rolled to the back his head and his thrusting grew more hurried you knew he was close.

Sinking his teeth into your neck as he came, nut dripping onto the ground from how much it was he still continued to fuck into you.

You were just getting started.

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Questions

shout-out to the invincible fandom here on tumblr y'all took me out of retirement, the content has been exquisite 👌🏽 the mark edits on TikTok have been my recent obessions as well i been playing the poetic justice one on repeat lol. send me any invincible requests if you'd like, i needed all the variants like yesterday. 🙂‍↕️

tags: porn no plot, cunnilingus, munch!mark, main!mark, relationship off screen, light fluff, clit stimulation

There were so many questions that lingered between you and your boyfriend, Mark Grayson.

He had some and you had some.

Ones spoken out loud and others you preferred to keep in your head.

How long would he survive in his superhero lifestyle?

How could you make his life easier?

Those questions were more complex and had less easy answers then the one currently on your mind.

"Mark, wait-" You moaned gripping a handful of his hair, as multiple kisses were planted on your clit in a sinful rhythm.

How long was this boy going to eat for?

You'd already cum twice before and another seemed a bit much-

Mark began to suckle on your center, his lips a mess as more of your cum leaked into his mouth. Groans at your taste rumbled from his chest and vibrated against your clit.

Scratch that, another seemed to be just fine.

Mark pressed his face further into the warmth of your thighs, his tongue lapping up as much of your cum as he could.

He loved to please you, he loved the feeling of your carpet digging into his knees because the longer he stayed between your legs the more pleasure he could give you.

"Right there!" You sighed, eyelids squeezed shut as the sensation in your stomach tightened and your toes curled.

Your head fell forward, you decided to give some attempt at eye contact again and you realized his eyes had barely fluttered, his focus intensely on you.

His face was so sweet, adoration in his eyes as his tongue slipped inside your hole curling over and over on your spot.

Another thing he was, was attentive, his hands gripping your underside to keep your pussy in his mouth and your skin as close to him as possible.

Mark needed to earn every orgasm, half-assed never cut it for him.

His dick stood stiff against the fabric of his boxers but untouched to make sure both of his hands could stay on you.

Not a thing on the earth deserved more concentration.

Removing his tongue from inside of you, your break was momentary as the pads of his fingertips circled your clit slowly and he got back on the bed.

"How do you wanna come again?" There went one of those pesky questions, since you couldn't answer fast enough, he peppered kisses on your cheeks and picked up his pace assuming you were giving him the choice.

He figured his fingers would do, your nipples needed just as much attention from his mouth.

Running his tongue up one breast he teased you gently before sucking on your tit in full, still making your pussy as messy as possible with his fingers.

Each back-arching breathless moan you'd give, his heart swelled, and the friction in his boxers became harder to ignore.

"I'm about to-" You cut your own words short, fighting against the sensitivity he'd given your pussy. You c

"About to?"He urged you gently,"Come on get it out, you can do it." You attempted to squeeze your legs closed but he wasn't having any of that his speed picking up but the motion never lost.

"Mark-"

"Mark what?" He taunted with a smile and you wished you weren't so delirious from the bliss to hit him.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming-" You whimpered his name like a prayer, his fingers become slicker with your cum as your orgasm washed over your body like a tidal wave.

This one was the best, your legs still twitching even as the aftershock died down and you panted softly. You could feel fingers fucking inside you slowly now and you whined, overwhelmed still.

"Please- no more." You murmured your knees touching your chest, eyes closed as you attempted to gather your thoughts.

Ever respectful he moved his hands from below and sucked his fingers, licking them clean with a satisfied pop.

"Thank you." He said smiling as his head hit the pillow. He moved so fast you blinked and you were in his t-shirt, wiped clean with a towel.

"What are you telling me thank you for?"

"For letting me....you know." The pink blush on his cheeks was so cute but so deceiving, you caught him licking his lips to keep your taste on his tongue.

"We're dating Mark, why wouldn't you be able to do that?" He shrugged bashfully and you giggled lightly, "You sure you don't want me to return the favor?"

"Nah, I don't think its that kind of night." He spoke softly, a dopey grin on his face. You always looked so pretty after you came, a afterglow that made him want to keep you trembling.

"Tuh-" Gazing into his soft brown eyes you knew Mark had one more question before you could turn in.

if anybody was a sucker for validation Mark Grayson would be first on the ticket.

"Did I do good?" He finally asked, you ran your fingers through his tussled dark hair, did he not see you barely keeping it together?

"The goodest."

"That's not a word." Mark scoffed but still grinned, the affirmation easing his anxieties.

"Shut up, nerd."You replied, snuggling him closer into your chest as you both drifted into a nice sleep.

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(1/19) urgent: single black mom needs to catch up on bills before february.

hey y’all. i’m back again. single mama named rachel here, trying to feed my daughter and keep a roof over our heads. i have food stamps, but i need urgent help with the rent, and other bills (electricity/water). tentative goal of $500.

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pairing: marvin t. “mothers” milk x reader

warnings: nsfw, because why not?

a/n: this is my very first piece of work for ‘the boys’ amazon prime tv show, for any of the characters ever, so go easy on me. i may or may not have some other things planned for m.m. and billy butcher as well. stay tuned!!

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Rodeo| Raymond Ablack

yeah I'm back again with a prequel to distraction because the thirst does not STOP. thanks to everyone for the love, I haven't written like this in a pretty long time. Of course always a shoutout to @domdollass for her support and help with the ideas 🥰🥰🥰🥰. Let's pop shit off.

Warnings/tags: smut, creampie kink, coworkers to lovers, light angst, fluff (more fluff than angst tbh)

You'd been working at Jefferson Ranch for over two years. Despite having dreams of owning your own farm and giving back to your community with fresh produce, you decided a stepping stone of just working on would do.

They'd paid you splendidly and you were pretty damn good at your job, maximizing their profits tenfold and even creating new customers through your ability to charm people.

Your green thumb could use work, however, and your bosses could tell.

The owners had decided to bring in an expert on revitalizing crop growth, too many apparently "dying" under your care.

You didn't need help, you basically ran the ranch on your own.

He came waltzing in eyes bright and warm. Already spouting ideas to get the crops jumping again.

"Name's Raymond." He introduced himself with the same warmth his eyes held, but all you saw was competition.

"Never seen you before, Ray-mond." You stretched his name out taking his hat off his head placing it on your own. 

"Recent-" 

"Hire, yeah I can tell." You gave him a once-over his face fresh."I've been here for a pretty long time, and I know my lane." 

"What might that lane be?"

"Keeping this ranch in tip top shape."

"Ah, obviously right?" 

"Yes, obviously." You repeated after him squinting at his smile.

He laughed like something was funny and you walked away trying to seem intimidating. 

There was an attempt to distance yourself but it was easy to keep looking at the eye candy. 

And even easier to flirt a little bit. 

And given the chance to mess with him, you took it.

Perhaps a little far-

You relaxed your throat, taking as much of him as you could spit gathering around the corners of your mouth. 

He'd already made you cum, and you wanted to return the favor. 

You kept up eye contact your tongue swirling around his tip, he looked so flustered and so cute, he was like putty in your hands. 

"Keep looking at me, don't be shy." You spoke your voice hoarse, working your wrist his hand grasping the back of the shabby wall.

"You wanna fuck my mouth?" He didn't have to say the word, his body doing more of the talking precum dripping onto your tongue.

Holding your head, he brought you in closer his tip hitting the back of your throat. You gagged tears springing in your eyes as your fingers dug into his thighs. 

He came in your mouth with a rumbling moan, settling backas his chest rising up and down. 

Wiping your lip off with your thumb, he caught you before you could walk away kissing you. You'd never kissed like that before, especially with a man you barely had a couple of conversations with.

You caught each other's eyes, this look of amazement he had and you walked backwards trying to contain yourself. 

You felt unprofessional. Irresponsible, Distracted as hell but also- 

Satisfied, very satisfied. 

******* 

Sneaking around felt unnecessary but at the same time you enjoyed the privacy. 

It wasn't ideal but you made it work.

"Fuck-" You huffed out, gripping the railing, your knuckles turning white. Your panties and jeans were pooled around your ankles as he took you from behind.

You'd been talking to him about the progress with the blueberries, trying not to compliment him but blushing at his grin at your approval.

Suddenly, you were half-naked from the waist down, closer to the stable outside another spur of the moment hookup.

He let out a low breaths, his grip on you getting tighter as he brought your ass back more and more

"I'm cumming!" You cried, not even getting to enjoy your hazed vision began to focus on the horses on the other side.

"What's he doing?"

"Huh?"

"He's about to fall!" The horse was starting to tilt and you both hurried to get yourselves together so you could catch him. The horse stopped moving positioning itself right back in place, scraping his hoof on the ground.

"Did she just?" There was a neigh that almost sounded laugh and they stared at her, it was a false alarm. 

Brownie could be so dramatic.

"Yeah, she did." And it didn't take long for you both to burst out laughing, the moment before ruined and a sweeter one taking its place. 

"You wanna get dinner?" He asked finally getting a chance to fix his belt buckle.

"I've got a taste for something I can't put my finger on."

"Up for trying something new?"

"Never." You said this yet let him lead you to his car and let him talk you into trying a restaurant far off from the ranch.

Technically it wasn't a date, just two coworkers enjoying a meal. 

Even if you both fucked before, sometimes again afterwards, it didn't mean anything at all.

You'd never say you were in love out loud but somehow you'd always be smiling going to scoop up horse shit. Just cause you'd get to see him. 

"You growing your beard out?" You asked during one of your lunches, eyeing his slightly fuzzy face. 

"Eh, I was thinking about it but not at the same time. It can be scratchy-" 

"I think you'd look cute." You interrupted taking a sip of your coffee, "Kinda ruggish thing going on, it'll suit you."

He looked in deep thought after your words and his eyes stayed trained on you when you left. 

The beard grew full just as your heart did, each peck on his lips tickling your face. 

Sometimes it tickled your thighs. 

"Ray-" You moaned, hands clutching his hair to pull his mouth closer. He lapped at your pussy, your eyes hazing as his tongue went in deeper. 

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, moving up to give you some more one on one attention. His face was so sweet, as his hands went faster, your jaws going agape. 

"I'm gonna cum, oh fuck-"

He kept looking at you, his fingers curling at your spot. His eyes, the way they shone in the dim light it was too much- 

"I love you!" It slipped from your mouth, without your permission and you hadn't realized your thighs clenching together from the pressure. 

He kissed you again working you through the orgasm, your chest filled with warmth. 

Post sex, you started by trying to downplay the intimacy, with your knees to your chest turned away you felt easy enough to speak. 

"I um, I didn't mean-" You could barely get the words out, tension in the air."My mouth can be really reckless at times." 

"Its fine, we all certain stuff in the heat of the moment." Ray spoke gently but there was disappointment. You felt disappointment in yourself. 

"Yeah, I just-" 

"I get it."His eyes said differently, obviously you trying to take the words back was worse than you ever saying them. 

Awkward. 

You weren't anything official so you couldn't get mad when you saw him talking up another helping hand. 

Or when he'd listen to that bitch, trying to convince him to go for the next rodeo.

"Oh you're so good Ray."

"You'd win for sure, Ray." You mocked her voice in her head, your blood pumping with anger.

He was putting his life at risk just for a couple of seconds of adrenaline. 

You'd told him so too because if he can listen to someone who barely knows him, he could take a second to listen to you. 

"I'm trying to work." 

"You obviously aren't shoveling a damn thing." 

"I was-"

"You weren't, now stop trying to avoid me and listen."

He let out air through his nose leaning onto the handle and gesturing for you to begin.

"Maybe right now isn't the time for you to be gallivanting on horses."

"What do you mean?"

"You should focus on something, a little less risky." You spoke gently failing at controlling the attitude in your tone.

"Risky?"

"Do I need to spell it out?" He patted sweat off of his head irritation etching more into his face.

"Actually, yeah."

"It's dangerous, what if you crack your head open?!" 

"I could do that riding Brownie any other day." He said casually, patting the horse you both knew how to handle.

They picked horses for the competitors, they wanted things to be more interesting.

They wanted him hurt, why couldn't he get understand that?

"Yeah but what if someone-" 

"Why don't you just say what you really think in full instead of trying to scare me." Raymond said with a huff, his arms crossed over his chest. 

Your mouth twisted and your eyes went to the grass, struggling to find a comeback when you had none.  You stayed silent some more, another scoff leaving his lips as he continued.

"It's alright, the world won't end if you say you're worried." 

"I don't worry about grown ass men. Especially single ones with nothing better to do." Your words stung and it was clear from the way he looked it didn't hurt just you. 

"Wonder why I'm single." He said under his breath, leaving the conversation  even though you weren't done.

"That's what you focused on!?" He didn't respond just kept walking.

 You felt silly your mouth upturned into a pout. Brownie began to nudge you with her head and you pushed her off trying to fight back frustration tears.

A night later you stood on his doorstep, fist hesitant to even knock on the wood. Swallowing back pride You rapped on it quickly moving back to wait for him.

Now you felt silly, stupid and, creepy bouncing your leg to ease any nerves.

His door opened and there he was, hands into his jean pockets, as handsome as ever. 

"Hey." 

"Hi." A minute passed by of silence and he gestured inside.

"You wanna come in?" 

"Yeah." 

You'd been in his house before, yet this time the decorations seemed even more interesting the drum of your heart thundering in your ears.

"I'm sorry." You blurted hating how uncomfortable between the two you things had become.

"For what?" 

"What I said, the way I said it." You glanced at your hands,"I just didn't want you to get hurt." 

"I wasn't going to get hurt, love." His petname  made your stomach flip-flop.

Why couldn't he just be an asshole and make things easier.

"You didn't know that."

"Neither did you." He had you stumped and it made you want to share, made you wanna open upm

"I missed talking at work." 

"Even when you don't listen-"You felt your hands shake. "I still wanna talk, I still wanna be around you."

"I missed you too." He responded, the warmth of his body coming off in waves.

You didn't catch when he had stood up, or when he had gotten into your space but the smell of his aftershave was so comforting you didn't mind missing the details.

"And I listened to what you had to say even if it was biased."  You laughed a little bit, his own smile coming up.

"I listen to everything you say because your opinion matters so much to me."

"You know how you talk about starting back up your own farm? I never tell you but I think you can do it." 

"No, I think we can do it." Raymond spoke a lot more firmly, his conviction already moving you.

"And-" 

You were close to tears again, overwhelmed from how much you felt for him and angry at yourself for blocking the feelings. 

Your silence didn't help things and you could tell he was confused but still talking. 

"Ray-"

"Yeah?" He stopped mid sentence, eyes meeting as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip.

"Shut up."

Taking him by his cheeks you pressed your lips together, his hands running down your ass to the back of your thighs. He picked you up easily your legs wrapping around his waist. 

His hard on pressed into your clothed center and you could feel yourself getting wetter, humping for some friction.

You both were naked in no time and he was deep inside of you, groaning your praises where he belonged.

"Keep your legs open." His demand was simple and short yet  you struggled in following directions. 

His thumb pressed into your clit, hands on your thighs to keep you spread your eyes stuck on his glistening dick.

It went in and out, in and out hitting your spot with a precision you couldn't describe.

"I wanna look up at you." He said breathlessly, sliding out easily your wetness glimmering on his length.

Laying on his back flat and easing you back onto him, he put a hand onto one of your breasts his finger flicking at a nipple.

"Tell me you love me." 

"I love you!" He rocked into you harder, his hips thrusting rougher. 

"Again." He exhaled, drilling up into your pussy your back arching as you dug your nails into his belly.

"Fuck, I love you!" 

You kept on bouncing, reeling on your knees your thighs beginning to tremble as you hit a higher pitch.

"Ray, I'm bout to-" You couldn't even get the words out, a cry leaving your throat as you orgasmed.

You fell forward onto his chest, his hand massaging your back gently while working for his nut.

"Cum in me," You uttered, his strokes not missing a beat. 

"Huh?"

"You heard me, cum in me Daddy." You lulled into his ear, his toes damn near curling from the request.

You could tell this was his favorite part, his movements getting sloppier but not stopping. 

"Cum in your pussy." He nipped at your shoulder, his groans vibrating into your skin, he filled you up to the brim making you feel warm inside.

His dick twitched in you more than once, and from his ragged breathing you could tell he was overstimulated. You bit back a smile, pride filling you up like his cum.

"I love you too." He said with no hesitation, leaning back into your body for a cuddle.

Your eyes shutting, you let sleep take over. 

It was morning sooner than later and you woke to an empty space next you and food in the air.

You slipped on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, making your way down the stairs, throwing your braids into a bun. 

He slid a plate in front of you with breakfast on it, something you never stayed around to eat.

His pancakes were so fluffy they damn neared rivaled your grandmother's.

"If you can cook this good, we gotta stop going out to eat." You stated, trying to stop yourself from moaning.

He had to have added something extra.

"I only cook like this for those who stay over long enough."

"Whose those?"

"You're those."

"Yeah I better be." You mumbled, stabbing your fork into an egg.

He stopped scrubbing the dish suddenly, turning to look your way.

"Are you on the pill?" 

"Yeah, but I don't think I refilled my last prescription."  You said trivally with a shrug, nothing clicking. 

He had to have put crack in these pancakes- 

"Are you trying to be a parent?" He asked suddenly with panicked eyes, just as you paused mid-chew. 

"Obviously, no-" At the quick realization you stuffed the final pancake in your mouth, tossed him his keys and off to the local pharmacy you went. 

He hadn't said anything but clearly this was going to be more than casual from onward. 

Which was perfectly fine with you.

[stankyleg-deactivated2918973]

Me: Small but knowing

[xtec]

you don’t be knowing what the top shelf looks like

[stankyleg-deactivated2918973]

[constablebootyduty]

Fixed

[coyotesmokebreak]

[weaver-z]

Other slashers must be so jealous of the Candyman. Imagine going to your monthly slasher meetings in your weak little human skin mask while Daniel Robitaille strolls in with his massive fur coat and chiseled jawline purring about his victims. How lame would you feel...

[mask-knife-is-buggys-wife]

Slashers: *nervously glancing* god he's so cool what do you think his skincare routine is like?

[weaver-z]

Daniel Robitaille, sitting in a reality TV confessional: Yeah, I told the guys that I use the raw honey from my bees as a cleanser, but I honestly don't do anything. My skin just looks like this, I guess?

Freddy Krueger, in his own confessional: If that bitch doesn't tell me which moisturizer he uses, I swear to GOD I'll break every mirror in the building.

[royalsunshinehotel]

omg okay so i’m watching maid rn and i would love some nate smut !!!! literally anything like, they’re both single parents maybe, or Oooo cause he’s such a good guy™ maybe the reader wants him to be rougher during sex? idk, i trust u!! thank u<3

76 x 35 (Nate, Maid Netflix, 18+)

A/N: I'm not sure if I like how this turned out, but Nate has been seeing the reader for an extended amount of time, and he's got some thoughts to share.

Okay, in your defense, who doesn’t love a cliche?

You, the new kindergarten teacher, are sleeping with the beautiful, newly-divorced, engineer. I mean he was right there, and he’s kind, what else was there to do?

It was a good arrangement, supposed to be a mid-week pick-me-up, but there was something unspoken. He talked to you about his feelings, and you felt comfortable talking to him about your family. Nate never pushed, and you needed that.

You didn’t think you were the person to end up underneath someone after he vented to you about his ex, but here you were. He’d handled you sweetly, as he always did, but the scraggly little thought blooming in your brain was getting a bit too hard to ignore.

“What is it?” Nate was draped over you, face in your chest, letting you play with his thick hair. Your breath hitches as he pulls back, scraping his beard along your skin, hovering above you.

“I can tell by your breathing, you’ve got something to say.” He’s right, and if you groan internally at how your hookup knows you and your mannerisms.

“About a half hour ago, you told me you needed to let go of her. You can do that with me if you want?” Nate blinks, not sure what to do.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, resting his forehead against yours.

“Do you need me to sign a waiver?” You half-joke, starting to shiver through the haze in his bedroom. It’s warm and it’s dark, just how you like.

“I don’t want to mess with what we have.” His voice sounds too small, you don’t like it.

“And I want you to stop holding back! You're stressed, Nate, come on.” You whine, wiggling underneath his muscular form, but he pulls back, sitting on his knees,

“Get on all fours.” He drops his voice low, as you sit up on your elbows.

You raise an eyebrow,“Excuse me?”

“Your job is stressful, my job is stressful! Let's go!” You stifle a laugh as he compares your teaching children to his math-heavy engineering projects.

“Okay! Okay.” You put your hands up and concede, letting him put his warm hands on your hips and rolling you over.

Nate watches you closely, as you get comfortable, pulling two pillows under your front, trying not to shake at the concept of the unknown. But you feel safe here, in his bed. There’s nowhere to hide.

“Remember when we first met?” He asks, running a warm hand over your exposed heat. But it wasn’t as if you knew everything about Nate. You want to see how far he’ll go for you.

“You came out in that sunflower skirt and introduced yourself, got me hard at eight in the morning. I’m gonna pay you back for that.”

“I still have the skirt, Nate.” You had no idea you’d had that effect, but the thought was cut off as he squeezed your thighs.

“So, to be clear, you want me to be a bit rougher,” you whine,”you want me to let go?” You want him to break your back, you want to feel him when you try to walk out of this house, you want to be sitting alone in your dingy apartment feeling him. His kindness, his gentle nature made him special, obviously, but didn’t do much for the fact that you were still alone.

“Yes please.” Your voice is quiet, but it’s enough as he pushes into you, letting you adjust to his size again, as if he hadn’t had you earlier.

“Nate,” you whine, trying to push your ass back into him. Your face heats as you feel two hands on your hips, holding you in place while used to let go. He fucks himself into you like you were made for it, and, for a moment, it feels as if you are.

“I bet you could save money if you moved in.” You hear his voice growl into your shoulder, and you want to laugh, against the punishing pace he’d set. The force of him felt as if it was making your heart skip.

“Is that supposed to be sexy?” You ask, as you heard him huff. He couldn’t be serious.

“Yes!”

“It’s working…” This geek of a man was making your breath catch. Life is funny.

“My credit score is 750.” Fuck, he set your blood on fire, made you laugh, and had good credit oh no.

“Nate.” You feel yourself start to boil, tension in your stomach building tighter than it had before.

“My house is paid off and my son adores you.” His voice gets thin as his grip on your hips tightens. You moan a little too loud at that.

Is this what being a responsible adult is? Were you really getting wet at the idea of a paid-off house?

“If you ever needed a break, you could take it. Catch up on your reading in the bathtub.” He suggests, voice a little too low.

“How big is it?” You ask, as if you hadn’t gotten wine drunk in the tub the second time he had you over.

“It's 76 by 35.” Nate drives down harder into you, earning every gasp, every whimper you gave him. He always wanted to put the work in with you.

“F-Fuck.” You start to shake as Nate wraps himself around you, beard against your cheek, hands over your own, driving you down into the mattress. It’s hard, in moments like this, not to think about what life would be like if he’d met you sooner.

Nate pushes those feelings down again.

“V-’ve got a 401k.” He stammers into your neck, as you fall apart around him, stifling a scream into a pillow as everything suddenly feels hot and loud.

Nate stays with you, hand on your stomach, letting your breathing even out as he goes soft. Whenever he sees you he gets the urge to fall into you, he knows he wouldn’t recover, but maybe that would be worth the risk.

“Is that what you had in mind?” He asks when the dust settles. Dazed, you faintly nod ‘yes’.

You were going to feel him tomorrow, and the next day, just like you wanted.

“You could also have this dick whenever you want.” He tries, pressing the words into your mouth. You giggle as he moves down to your neck. Using his beard as a weapon against the softest part of you.

“Mhm, really? What’s in it for you?” You ask, tracing the bones in his hand with your fingertips. You're half joking, but he needs to say it. The two of you can’t move forward if he doesn’t.

“You. Here. All the time.” says Nate, blunt and serious, “It doesn’t have to be right away. Just think about it.”

You reach a shaky hand over to rest on his beard, and brush your nose against his.

“Yes.” You reply, short and simple.

[manifestsoul]

[odinsblog]

PSA: less diet culture, more dietitians like this

[anyataylorjoys]

#Maddie objectifying Joe for 10 minutes straight

GINNY & GEORGIA | S1E6: I’m Triggered

[santiagogarcia]

ADDAMS FAMILY VALUES (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

[cooliocumbucket]

Distraction| Raymond Ablack

so idk what it is with this man and farms, cowboys allat but all i know is i wanna ride him like a cowboy. this was my man when degrassi was more popular and he's still my man NOW. big shoutout to @domdollass for encouraging me to write this, this is indulgent for both of us 😭😭 anyway-

raymond ablack x black! reader

warnings/tags: smut ( rough sex), creampie kink, fluff (very fluffy, like disgustingly so)

Waking up to the smell of crispy bacon in the air and your bonnet closer to the floor than on your head, You yawned stretching your wrecked body out. 

Glimpsing to your left you saw the empty space in your bed and looked around for your husband, Raymond a grin gracing your face when he walked in.

"So you decided to finally wake up.”

"The alarm didn’t go off on time." You defended rubbing the last of sleep out of your eyes, squinting at him. 

"You needed your rest." He shrugged before biting his bottom lip he pressed his fists into the mattress, "Can I get a good morning kiss?" He began to lean in to peck your lips only for his face to be stopped mid-move in.

"Raincheck my breath's gross."

"Let me be the judge of that." You gave him a look and at his protest, you blew a little bit of air and he shook his head.

"Smells fine to me."

"You're only saying that cause you love me.”

"I mean that's just a fact." Giving him an eyeroll he took the chance to swiftly pressed your lips together, the kiss deepening quickly as his tongue slipped into your mouth, a warm hand sliding up your shirt holding the dip of your back.

Pulling away from the moment you took a breath, his lowered eyelids telling you everything you needed to know. A quick glance at the clock put a halt to any plans, a sigh leaving your nose. 

"Alright let's reel it in, We've got stuff to do and we're on a time limit." 

"She can always come back" " Let me do you now." At his cheesy grin, you officially pushed him off chuckling. 

"Oh that was corny, now we're definitely not fucking." Pausing you gave him a once-over proceeding to dig through a drawer outstretching your hand. "Put a shirt on-"

"What so you can resist me?"

"Precisely." 

Pulling at your work shirt you looked out at the farm you shared with your husband pride swelling in your chest at all of the land you had cultivated in just two years. A body walking up the path caught your eye and you started to elbow him.

"There goes Mrs. Henderson."You stuck your tongue out."I told you we didn't have time." 

"It takes her ten years to get up here so we totally had time." He murmured making you lightly smack his arm, then walking to your best blueberry customer with open arms. 

"How you doing today, baby?"  She asked smiling over at Ray who was cutting out her usual.

"I'm supposed to be asking you that."

“Ah, I like to check-in.”She glanced behind you at another crop.  “When do you think those tomatoes will be ripe?”

“I’m guessing around next week but Ray’s thinking a little earlier than that.”

“You know his green thumb is a bit better than yours-” At the look in your face she closed her mouth trying not to laugh.

“You should come back around Friday to be exactly sure.” 

“Mhmmm, I’ll be back Tuesday then.” She corrected and you handed her blueberries, watching as she walked off. You turned to your husband with a finger pointed.

“Your green thumb is not better than mine.”

“I mean you did ask me to help bring back the dying-”

“Why are  you bringing up old shit?” At that, he laughed and you shoved him towards the barn so you could finally start on the chores.

During the week you had hired help to tackle the bigger parts of the farm but on weekends you both did all of the smaller work, tending to the crops that were low maintenance and the animals. 

Time seemed to move faster than necessary when you were outside and you’d lack track of your schedule. 

"Shit, I should've gotten dinner started an hour ago."  You spoke aloud taking a glance at the time on your phone dusting dirt off your jeans, Raymond looked your way then back at the rest of harvest. 

"Go ahead, I can get this finished up." 

"You sure?"

"Positive."  He gave a wink and you smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek. 

Back inside the house and into a cleaner change of clothes, you debated on what to make for tonight, all of the leftovers from weeks prior eaten. He wouldn’t mind his favorite again, he liked eating it enough to call it a favorite.

Prepping the food, you set out a pot and put it on low getting out the rest of the ingredients needed.

20 minutes later he came waltzing in just as you were cutting up some vegetables. You stopped after another dice, eyes dancing on his shirtless form, taking in all his body had to offer.

"So how's the rest of the work looking?"

"Good actually," He spoke so casually digging through the fridge for a cold water bottle not even noticing you getting pretty distracted. "I think the spinach is gonna taste-"

You were hearing him but not really listening as you started to focus on other things. More important things like the way his sweat glistened under the light or the way his hair was falling in his face. 

A hand popped up in your face and you looked at Ray, in his face snapped out of your daydream. 

“Huh?” 

"You listening?" He asked his eyebrows furrowing together at your face.

"Of course, I am baby."You spoke sweetly, moving to a different topic. "How’s Milkshake doing?" Referencing one of your cows, he started to grin talking animatedly about her.

Your brain started to drift off to a memory of the first time you both had stepped into the kitchen and insisted on “christening” it. On the counter specifically.

"Shit-" The knife sliced only a bit of your finger, but the blood that already began to drip made it seem worse than it was. At his panicked eyes, you could see worry creasing in Raymond’s face.

"You okay?"

"Ray I'm fine, it's just a little prick. "

"You're bleeding too much for a prick."He muttered taking your other hand to lead you to the bathroom. 

"I knew you were being distracted, should've taken the knife out of your hand."

"I am not a child." Yet as you said that you couldn't help but pout a little bit, mouth upturned just like a brat. Sitting on the toilet you watched as he searched through the medicine cabinet getting all the supplies needed to fix you up. 

“Alright hold still.” He looked so focused as he wiped up the rest of the blood with a paper towel, gently patting peroxide on the cut with a cotton ball. Finishing up his bootleg nursing, he wrapped a flesh-colored band-aid around your finger, then holding it up to give the wound a peck. The gesture made your heart flutter.

"You mind giving me another feel better kiss right here?” You tapped your lips fluttering your eyelids up at him innocently, making him roll his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." 

"Like what?" You laughed playing dumb, "Do your wife a solid." 

Bringing him in for a kiss much as he did in the morning you pulled at the belt around his waist so his body was between your thighs.

"You know you made it really hard to focus, coming into the kitchen looking all," You gestured towards his whole body. 

"Like what?"

"You know like what."

"Really?"

"Mhmm," At the flustered look in his eyes, it put warmth in your chest you could still have the same effect on him from when you were younger. Still get those same shy reactions like he didn't know he was as handsome as he was. 

"We should do something about that." He mumbled and your brain blanking on any other tasks 

“Definitely.” You brought him down by his chin for another kiss, taking charge. His beard always tickled but was comforting in a way you had trouble describing. 

Soon you were back in your bedroom, bottom’s off for the “quickie” you had agreed to without speaking.  

You hissed when he first slid in raw, a groan leaving his lips at the contact. Your knees dug into the bed as he started off slow then progressively got gruffer, your finger encircling your clit for as much sensation as possible. 

Bending you off of the bed his fingertips dug into the meat of your hips as he pounded from the back his strokes merciless as you moaned for more. He made you feel so full from this angle, gliding in deeper.

"Daddy wait-" You placed a hand flat on the wood floor, steadying yourself as you jutted ahead his thighs meeting yours briskly, your wetness sounding out in the room.

"Stop running." His demand was simple and short, his hands pulling you flush towards his front pivoting his hips so he hit your spot repeatedly. He slid out by accident, the cool air hitting your backside and the sudden emptiness making you whine.

“Let me see your face.” His voice husky, the sound making you tremble.

You repositioned your body looking up at him as Raymond leaned his head down to kiss your lips again the consistent eye contact making it harder to stay composed. He tapped his tip against your clit just to taunt you, slipping back in with ease. 

You moaned as he ground into you, running his tongue up the side of your neck dotting hickies. His necklace swung in your face as he fucked you harder into the bed, your hands on the back of your knees to keep your legs in place.

"You bout to make me cum, fuck I'm-” You panted, the pressure in your stomach starting to tighten, his thumb keeping the same rhythm on your clit while roughly picking up speed. 

"There you go," He mumbled into your ear working you through the rest of your orgasm, the consistent friction overstimulating as you clenched around his dick.

With hazy vision you threw an arm over his shoulder, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. 

Brushing away a loose curl of hair that fell in his eyes, you could tell that his thrusts were becoming a lot sloppier and that he was getting close. 

"You wanna cum in your pussy daddy?" You whispered in his ear, loving how his whole body shuddered at just the thought. You decided to egg him on more, running your hand up the back of his neck nibbling on his ear.

Raymond didn't talk much during sex, his groans and grunts were more of a sign of his pleasure. He let you be more vocal because he was too bashful for certain stuff certain words he couldn't explain.

That was just fine, you’d express them for him. 

"Go head and nut in your pussy.”

“You want it?”He asked with a rasp and you nodded quickly, eyes dilated.

"Please," His strokes grew increasingly rushed, his chest swelling at the praise and the tension growing thicker.

"I love you so much," Raymond heaved moving faster and you stroked his face, intent on getting him to the finish line. He held you closer, his dick throbbing at every other slow stroke.

"I love you more, fuck-” At your frequent request, he filled you up to the brim, his dick throbbing inside of you with every other movement. Slipping out after a couple more thrusts he ran his tongue over his bottom lip admiring his handy work, his cum dripping out of you the white contrasting your brown skin.

There was something you were forgetting and you couldn’t place it on the tip of your tongue until something started to waft in the air. It smelled a little crisp-

“Our food!”  Your eyes bucked and you quickly pushed him out of the way grabbing your panties from the floor barely slapping it on your butt.

“Our food?”

“Yes, dinner!” You yelled back praying none of the food was too burned, cause of the little detour.

New rule: No shirtless Raymond’s in the kitchen. Ever.

[dear-ao3]

[lagozze]

Ao3 authors will literally post under any fucking circumstances

[i-dont-like-milk]