#reqs open

[palesweetdeeer]

I’m a very big fan of ‘Grace Rocky sleep, Adrian watch’

[babymakeravenue]

Your boyfriend always mistakes your pussy for a stress reliever. Ugh, Such a dits!

Your boyfriend, Yuji, often zoned out, especially if he was laying in your bed, your head resting on his chest as you guys binge watched your favorite show together, but is second favorite thing to do while zoning out, was playing with your pussy.

Yeah, it sounds a little weird, but that Yuji for ya! He doesn’t really do it on purpose, just absentmindedly really. His hand drifting down to your panties, because lord knows you don’t wear anything besides panties around your dorm room, sometimes nothing even. His hand slips into them, finding your clit and giving it a small pinch, you wince and slap his arm lightly, but it doesn’t “wake him up”, so to speak, instead, his fingers continue toying with it, curling around it as you lay there, fingers digging into his arm for support as you let your boyfriend use you like a stress toy. His fingers slipping there way past your clit and shoving their way into your cunt, that’s not throbbing with the need for him, but still, his eyes are completely focused on the show, even laughing and making stupid comments about it, but you? you couldn’t even focus on which character was dying and which was having a mental breakdown from it, all you could focus on, was you boyfriend fingering your fucking cunt.

His fingers curling against that spongy spot over and over and over again, while you humped against his palm that was right against your clit, you couldn’t even help it rather, no matter how much you tried to keep your hips down, your body craved his thick, calloused fingers. After what felt like an hour of him playing with your pussy, you finally cum all over his fingers, biting down onto his shoulder to quiet yourself, and that’s when he finally looks down at you. “Oh, sorry, baby.” pulling his fingers from your pussy like it was nothing.

Ugh, he’s such a dits!

[b0n33pile]

I fucking love this meme

[pigeonsgraphics]

Even MORE f2u artfight themed graphics (expect me to make a bunch)

My artfight:

Art Fight

An art gifting game

[camellias-jpg]

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[rosiecherie]

rafe loving when you bake for him!

your kitchen is filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. you mix batter for cupcakes, frost them with swirls of buttercream, bake a few batches of chewy cookies, chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, all of rafe’s favorites. you pack them into a basket that’s also filled with brownies and lemon bars, because he deserves it. rafe's been working so hard, and you want to show him you're there, taking care of him.

you head to his house—well, your shared space now, but he's got that big place on figure eight, always working there. when you arrive, the door's cracked open, voices low and tense from inside. barry's there, you recognize his loud voice. you knock lightly, slipping inside with your hands full.

rafe's on the couch, elbows on knees, talking sharp to barry across from him. papers and cash scattered on the coffee table, the room is tense with whatever deal they're working out. barry glances up first, smirking a little. "hey, what's this? delivery service?"

rafe's head snaps toward you, and his expression shifts a little, tension easing just a fraction as he sees the basket. "baby," he says, standing up quick, crossing the room to pull you close. his arms wrap around you, strong and warm, and he presses a kiss to your temple. "you didn't have to."

"you've been working so hard rafey," you whisper, handing him the basket. he peeks inside, eyes lighting up at the treats, and you feel it, that shift in him. his grip on your waist tightens, a low hum in his throat as he grabs a cookie, biting into it right there. chocolate smears on his lip, and he licks it off slow, staring at you like you're the real dessert.

barry chuckles, grabbing a cupcake. "damn, man, you're lucky. these look fire for real." he unwraps it, taking a bite, but rafe's barely paying attention, his free hand sliding down your back, thumb brushing the curve of your ass. you can tell he's already turned on, the way his pupils dilate, breath quickening from the mix of scent of sugar and your effort for him.

"we're almost done here," rafe tells barry, voice a little rough, but his eyes are on you, dark and hungry. barry nods, finishing his cupcake and standing. "yeah, yeah. i'll hit you up later. enjoy your..snacks." he winks at the both of you, heading out, the door clicking shut behind him.

the second your alone, rafe sets the basket down and backs you against the wall, hands roaming your body like he can't wait. "fuck, you know what this shit does to me," he growls, mouth crashing into yours. his tongue dives in, and you moan softly as his fingers dig into your hips. he's hard already, pressing against your thigh, turned on from the baking, from you showing up like this, all sweet and thoughtful. it does shit to him.

he drops to his knees, yanking your shorts and panties down in one rough pull, exposing your pussy to the cool air. "gonna make you feel good, baby," he says, voice husky, eyes locked on your perfect folds. his hands spread your thighs wide, thumbs parting you open, and then his mouth is on you, hot, wet, and delicious.

rafe's tongue laps at your clit, firm strokes that make your knees buckle. you gasp, fingers pulling at his hair, holding on as he sucks, lips sealing around the sensitive nub. "rafe! oh my—” you moan, hips bucking against his face. he groans into you, the vibration sending sparks into you, and he dives deeper, tongue thrusting inside your entrance, fucking you with it slow and deep.

your moans spill out louder, completely desperate. he licks stripes from your hole to your clit, then circles the swollen pearl, sucking hard enough to make stars burst behind your eyes. "that's it, make those pretty noises for me baby," he murmurs against your skin, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your top, the other fingers pushing two inside you, curling to hit that special spot.

you cry out, walls clenching around his digits as he pumps them, tongue flicking relentlessly. pleasure builds fast, coiling tight in your lower belly, and you keep moaning, making needy sounds that echo in the room. rafe doesn't let up, eating you out like he's a starved man, lips and tongue sloppy with your arousal. "cum on my face, baby," he demands, and you shatter, thighs trembling, moans getting louder as you release, your body shaking.

he laps you through it, gentle now, until you're spent, sliding up to kiss you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "best treat you ever brought me," he whispers, smirking against your lips.

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requests and asks open!

[maksmultiverseofmadness]

all the avengers (including sam and bucky obviously) living in the compound with the occasional visit of thor, and yes he’s in the kitchen with his pop tarts, clint in the vents, peter in the lab with tony and bruce or patrolling the streets in his free time and them all being one big happy family (and not just coworkers!!!!) is my canon. like that scene in age of ultron??? thats their friday if they’re not on a mission

[smoggys-fog-station]

JOHN: up here!!!