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I'll write pretty much anything, so don't be afraid to ask!! I absolutely love it when you guys submit requests and it keeps me busy. Ask anonymously if you want, I don't really mind. Alsooo just specificy like if you want the more headcannon-ish style thing (like what I have for Subby! Jason Todd or OlderBF! Bruce Wayne) or if you want like an actual one shot. Im super excited to see what you guys will come up with!
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hi 👋 if you’re not busy, could I request a roy harper smut fic where he turns his hat around backwards to eat the reader out (bonus points if the hat stays on while they have sex) 🫶🫶💕
ROY HARPER can't live without his hat.
Or, at least, that's what you've decided. You're pretty sure that the only times you've seen him take it off have been in the shower and in bed.
But, clearly, that's been reduced to only the shower.
"Roy, take the fucking hat off."
It should have been a simple request, really, but Roy took it as a challenge. "What, think I can't eat your pretty pussy with it on?" He teases, turning the hat backwards and pausing for a brief moment to run his fingers through his ginger hair.
And, just like always, Roy devoured like you'd be the last meal he'd ever eat.
His tongue is absolutely filthy, pressing into all of your folds just the right way to have you squirming against the mattress. When your hands finally reach the back of his head, though, you know you've found the silver lining to your lover wearing his hat in bed.
Your hands pull at the rim of his hat, lifting his head up and away from your throbbing, overstimulated pussy. You could've sworn you heard a moan escape his mouth, low and growl like as his hands grip onto your hips.
"Thought you didn't like the hat," he muses, licking your slick off of his lips.
"I didn't," you admit, "but it gives me a good grip and makes you moan like a whore."
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A/N: holy shit this req has probably sat in my inbox for the last year (along with the other 39😅) but I hope i delivered!! Also, day 5!! Super glad ive gotten back into this. I missed you guys sm💗
DICK GRAYSON is obsessed with bending you in half.
It's no secret that he grew up to be extremely flexible doing backbends and walkovers like nothing every patrol. But when he caught you stretching in tour bedroom, your body bent just the right way for him to get a glimpse of his favorite parts of you?
He lost it.
Your legs end up on his shoulders more often than not, feet crossing behind his neck and bouncing slightly with the force of his thrusts. The stretch burns a little and you're pretty sure your hip will cramp sooner or later, but it's worth it to see Dick so pleased.
"Look at you," he coos softly, reaching up to remove your legs from his shoulders and instead hold them above your head.
You genuinely did not know your legs and hips (or pussy) could handle doing that with his cock sliding in and out of you so sweetly.
Dick's face is so flushed that, in any other context, you might've mistaken it for a slight sunburn. "You can keep going, right, pretty baby?"
Muscles in your hips and thighs protest as he presses them just a little further, but how could you deny him when he asks so nicely?
It's expected for a mansion such as Wayne Manor to have such luxuries, sure, but so many of them sat untouched for years. You didn't even know they existed until Bruce told you to bring a swimsuit.
Your stay at home dates with Bruce often included a bottle of wine and some candles, though the jets whirling bubbles around the sizeable tub are new.
Bruce thinks that you're stunning no matter what, but something about seeing you, half-naked, with the heat swirling around him had your lover itching with a need to you.
"You locked the door when we came in, right?" In all honesty, Bruce doesn't care what your answer is; he's devouring you, right here, right now, whether the door is locked or not. In fact, he's already began releasing your breasts from your swim top.
He licks at your sensitive skin like it's the first thing he's tasted in years, his wet hands coming to rest on your waist. It isn't long before he guides you back and forth to rub on his erection through the fabric of the swimsuits.
"Such a pretty girl..." He whispers between licks on your chest, "My pretty girl."
If Bruce were to be hit with some sort of truth serum and asked what his weakness is, his answer would be you- especially in the warmth of the hot tub with your body pressing so sweetly against his.
You're in for a long night.
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A/N: day three of posting consecutively! lets see how long i can make it!
AK! JASON TODD is so hot and cold that you genuinely don't know what to believe.
He's going through a lot, and you get that. Honestly, that's the only reason you've stuck around this long.
Well, that, and every time you think about leaving, he puts in the effort. A drink you like might show up on your nightstand, maybe a few of your favorite snacks end up in the pantry. He even lets you patch him up, if it's not too much for you to handle.
But when he isn't putting in the effort?
It's hell.
Jason's words get snippy, like he doesn't always remember that he isn't talking to the men in his militia. He'll tell you to fuck off without any hesitation, that his life would be easier if you walked out.
You don't think he means it, though.
Then again, it's hard to think at all when his cock is rearranging your insides, his chest pressed to your back. He has you angled just right for your pretty cunt to be leaking all over him and the best view of your ass jiggling with each and every one of his thrusts.
"Pretty girl..." He whispers into your ear, his drawl mixed with a knowing edge. "You're not gonna leave, are you?"
"No..." You whine. "Fuck, no, Jay-"
"That's not what you call me, is it, ma?" Jason cuts off, his teeth sinking into your shoulder in a warning bite.
"Sir!" The sound of your voice is more like a cry as you try to meet his brutal thrusts. "No, Sir!"
"Atta girl."
Yeah... You know you're not leaving any time soon if he keeps fucking you like this.
He knows it, too.
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A/N: its 2am i need to go tf to bed😭 i really wanted to crochet though so eh it was worth it
BRUCE WAYNE doesn't hesitate to get into his wife's pants, no matter where he is.
The center of his desk stays mostly clear, the majority of his paperwork staying off to the side. If he's lucky, you'll stop by and visit him during lunch.
Bruce isn't one to push, but if you let him?
He's locking the doors to his office and cancelling any meetings he may have within the next two hours or so.
Your husband drops to his knees without hesitation, rough fingers dragging softly across the inner and outer skin of your thighs. It isn't long before his hands are hastily removing your bottoms, his tongue making its way to lick a long stripe up the center of your panties.
Bruce acts like a man starved, lapping and sucking at your sensitive skin before your undergarments are even removed. He's fond, you think, of knowing that he can bring you pleasure without having any dirt contact with your heated flesh.
Your husband keeps the center of his desk cleared for you, though he'd never admit it out loud. He can't help it, you just look so pretty with your legs spread out over the mahogany!
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im on ak! jason so bad rn.... he literally fucks you on the floor of the compound.
he's nice enough to make sure your face doesn't hit the dried blood staining the floor, but your knees still dig into the concrete every time he thrusts into you and the backs of your thighs have little indents from pressing into his armor, but all things considered, he was being...nice.
he keeps his hand in your hair though, forcing you upright despite knowing that your legs are close to giving out beneath you "c'mon pet...don't hit the concrete, 'm not gonna stop if you fall." he doesn't have the decency to slow down either, if you looked down you were sure you'd see the tip of his dick poking through your stomach. "that's it, stay up straight.. good girl, not as dumb as you look, huh?"
I'm okay, just going through some pretty severe depressive episodes (especially being home for the summer) and haven't been feeling my best.
I actually had to file a police report against my former employer (I was a health aid for her son, she exposed herself to me !!) then got some weird ass comments made about me at the job i got after. Apparently, the bright red hair and septum piercing is "too intimidating" and "making customers feel uncomfortable."
I just 💗 US employers
Anyway, ill try to post again soon!! Im trying to get back to what makes me happy, and making content for you guys is definitely high up on that list
Hiiii I was just wondering if you could do a fwb Steve rogers one shot? I love your writing
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Steve Rogers × Fem! FWB! Reader
Warnings- P in V, unprotected sex, potential feelings in the mix?? Kinda left it ambiguous
Why, yes, I can!! Sorry this probably sat in my inbox for months, but life has been absolutely insane. Still trying to get back into the swing of things, so this may not be my best!!
Steve Rogers doesn’t do “friends with benefits.”
Well, he didn't until he felt your skin against his; that changed his mind very quickly.
It started simple, really– a brush of his hand against yours during a briefing, your shoulder nudging him slightly as you walked by, your eyes meeting in the middle of a conference– just innocent, short moments of contact.
It’s not like either of you were really new to the game, but Steve had been pathetically out of practice. He didn’t make the first move; he couldn’t. Not with how much he respected you, anyway. In his time, it was impolite to make advances on a woman before “courting” her. Really, all he wanted was to take you out to dinner!
But when your hand met his chest one night on the couch of his apartment? He was an absolute goner.
“Beautiful,” Steve whispers against your skin, his warm breath brushing against the sensitive flesh of your chest. His eyes seem clouded, like the scrawny boy from Brooklynn had been ripped away and replaced with a man that knew exactly what he wanted.
Your hands are in his hair, lightly tugging at the blonde strands until his breath catches. It’s not the first time you’ve seen Steve like this: completely undressed and pinning you to his bed, biceps flexing where they rest on each side of your head. You really hope it won’t be the last, either.
His weight against you is persistent, but not overwhelming: like a weighted blanket that’s been waiting for you to return to your plush mattress. You’re not blind– you know exactly what Steve looks like in and out of the bedroom– but the feeling of him actually pressing against you, cock stretching you tortuously slowly– nothing could prepare you for that, even after experiencing it time and time again.l
“If I didn’t know better,” you start in a low drawl, the tease flowing off your tongue just as the rest of the banter between the pair of you does, “I’d almost think you were admiring me.” You’re aware of how Steve looks at your naked body, of how he worships the ground you walk on, but you really can’t help but poke a little fun at the man. After all, it’s almost laughable to think that Captain America gets flustered every time he sees your beauty to the fullest extent.
Your remark earns a small groan from him, or maybe it’s the way your walls are clenching down on him like a vice as he pushes himself just a tad bit deeper. “I am,” he responds without hesitation, blue eyes meeting yours with more heat than you thought possible, “It’s impossible not to.”
The corners of your mouth quirk upward slightly, the ghost of a smile tracing your lips. “Didn’t expect anything less from you, Cap,” you shoot back.
Steve hums slightly in agreement, pressing his face and lips against your neck as his cock nestles itself deeper within your folds. The sound sends vibrations through your skin, making you shiver slightly against his insistent form. His breath is hot against your nerves, coming in shaky puffs from his nose. It’s unusual for Steve to be out of breath– since he got injected with the serum, anyway– but he supposes you just have that kind of effect on him.
His hips meet yours in languid, steady thrusts, like he’s scared of moving too fast and ruining the moment. The brush of his pelvic bone against your clit every time he bottoms out is divine, earning small sounds from between your parted lips.
Sure, Steve hadn’t had any action since the 40’s until he met you, but he’s a quick learner.
A warm hand makes its way to your side, gently tracing until it meets your breast. The touch is firm but gentle, sending fire throughout your nerve endings. His fingers brush against your nipple slightly, pressing just enough to get a reaction out of you.
“Steve-”
“I know,” he cuts off in a whisper, his lips making contact with your neck in what could almost be described as a kiss, “Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” Steve has changed in the past couple of years since he’s been out of the ice, but the one thing that has certainly stayed the same is his accent; it drawls out beautifully, like his words are too precious for anyone but you to hear. It’s stronger, you’ve noticed, when he’s enjoying himself.
The only thing that could distract you from the sound of his voice would be the wet plap of his skin against yours, with a light sheen of sweat forming over each of your bodies. It makes your breath catch slightly every time he shifts just the right way, the tip of his cock presing in just the right spot to have you curling up into him.
But Steve doesn’t speed up one bit, doesn’t try to race you to the edge that both of you crave. If anything, his hips slow slightly, pressing harder into those spots that make you gasp and has stars forming in your eyes. You might actually mistake this for Steve making love to you as opposed to having sex, if you weren’t aware of your relationship– or lack thereof.
His fingers making their ways down to your clit has you arching up into him, the spark of his calloused skin making contact with your sensitive nerve endings tightening that coil in your stomach. Your hips move up to meet his slightly, like having his hardened length as deep as possible inside of you isn’t enough. Steve could give you absolutely every inch of himself, and you would still beg for more.
Your breathing is labored slightly as you approach the edge of your climax, leaving your lungs with soft sounds that only Steve is allowed to hear. You’re not sure if you trust anyone else hearing them, honestly.
“I have you,” he whispers against your neck, lips brushing against your skin yet again. The contact is so delicious, so soothing that you never want to let it go. His fingers move around your sensitive bundle of nerves with an expertise that only comes from having experienced you countless times, pressing and brushing just the right way to have you arching into him.
“Holy shit…” You whine, eyes screwing shut as a final touch against yout clit sends you over the edge. Your body shakes slightly as you cling to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders while your nails scratch against his back. Surely you’re leaving angry red marks across his skin, but neither one of you seems to care too much. “Fuck… Steve…!”
All Captain America can do in this moment is groan, the sound vibrating out of his mouth against your neck. He’s right there with you, his hips stalling slightly in their once-steady thrusts as his own orgasm approaches. This may not be the longest time he’s lasted, but how can he, when your walls are squeezing him so beautifully?
His sharp teeth gently nip at your neck as his stomach and balls contract, wave after wave of his sperm flowing out of his angry red tip. The moans he lets out are heavenly, as if the angels themselves have blessed you enough to bear witness to them. Steve is borderline whining against you as he rides out his orgasm as much as possible, continuously thrusting into you with his overstimulated dick.
STEVE ROGERS holds on to you for dear life when he sleeps.
It seems childish, almost, that such a seasoned, experienced soldier requires such simple comforts to get any rest. You don't seem to mind it, though.
Back when he served in the 40's, it was unthinkabke for a man to need those kinds of luxuries. Hell, he probably would've gotten the shit beaten out of him for voicing such desires.
But then he met Peggy.
Oh, how he yearned for her.
Her smile held the warmth of a thousand hugs, and even a brush of her hand against his left Steve spiraling. Captain America genuinely thought that he would marry her, if he survived the war.
That was before he went into the ice.
The only thing he had to hold on to during what he thought would be the last few moments of his life were the controls of the plummeting aircraft.
He could look all he wanted at the photo he kept of Ms. Carter, but she was much too far to touch and hold.
With you, though, he has a second chance.
Within your eyes, he doesn't see a replacement for Peggy; he sees a chance for both of you to have the relationship and comforts you deserve.
So, yes, Captain America sleeps clung to your side like a loyal pet.
Yes, he yearns for your presence on those long missions away from your embrace.
Yes, Steve Rogers misses a few nights of sleep if he must.
Because he needs you more than he needs rest, more than he needs any kind of sustenance.
And if he has to bear being the punchline to some of Bucky and Sam's jokes about him being a lapdog, then so be it.
At least he has the warmth of your body next to his every time he enters the calm state of surrender.
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A/N: this has been on my mind for a while, so consider this an apology for being MIA for so long lol
I miss you, how’ve you been diva?? Hope you’ve been good. UGH WHY WAS THAT SO DRY
Hi diva!! I miss you sm💗 i literally think abt you every time i think about my steve fics lol
Im doing okay, just going through a ton with finals and a new job!! Also, I had to file a police report against my old boss last week so that was insane. But anyway, I promise ill get back to writing again soon!! Maybe I'll pick up the last fic I was working on after I get home from work tonight. Tysm for asking I love you guys!
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A short preview of what ive been working on for Steve💗💗💗
"Your pulse is racing,” he notes, as if he could just continue with his life without your previous conversation.
“You’re standing between my legs, Steve. What did you expect?”
It’s meant to be teasing, to be a lighthearted jab at just how clueless Captain America can manage to be. The words falter as they form on your lips, however, coming out as a soft whisper among the ambient buzz of the medbay.
He knows you’re right– he’s far closer than what’s considered professional– but he doesn’t move. Steve’s eyes are hard to read on a good day, mevermind right now when they’re staring so deeply into yours. If you didn’t know better, though, you’d say that there’s something akin to longing within them.
“Do you want me to move?”
There it is: the out you normally would have been looking for. He’s giving you a chance to pull away, to have things go back to normal and act like none of this ever happened. It’s an easy escape, really… all you have to do is say ‘yes.’
