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Cabernet (Bucky Barnes)
A/N: this shall be my humble contribution.
Warnings: drinking, smut 18+, p in v, handjob, fingering. Not much plot. Pre-established relationship.
Summary: You decided to raid your momâs wine cabinet and your feet took you to the fire escape right outside of Buckyâs room. When everyone is home.
The heat sat heavy over the city that night, thick and unmoving. Every window in the Barnes household was cranked open, every fan running, but the air was still humid enough that sweat clung to your back beneath your thin cotton dress.
You shouldnât have had that much wine. You knew that the second your cheeks started to glow hotter than the air outside. But youâd been restless all evening, and restless thoughts always landed on Bucky Barnes. His smile, his eyes, the way his hair had that little floop.. and then his hands, his lips, his-
Presenting to you my writing cycle
Clumsy Mouth
pairing: clark kent x f!reader
clark fumbles through dirty talk but itâs so hot
smut | inexperienced!clark | kind of subby clark | heâs obsessed | heâs so whiny
Oh my fucking god đ„čđ
God damn it.
Stay Right There
pairing: clark kent x f!reader
reader and clark are making out and things get a little heated
smut | inexperienced!clark | thigh riding
Canât Stay Quiet
pairing: clark kent x f!reader
inexperienced!clark doesnât realize how loud he actually gets during sex
smut | inexperienced!clark | riding | kind of subby clark | kind of dom reader
Super Hearing
pairing: clark kent x f!reader
where clark can tell when the reader is worked up by using his super hearing
suggestive | smutty | munch clark lol
Don't Ignore Me
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader
Summary:
Ava narrows her eyes in mock suspicion. âYou give him head pats and scratches.â You furrow your eyebrows. Okay, yes⊠you did that. You often ran your fingers through his hair. But it wasnât weird! It was soothing for both of you. âAnd?â âYou take him on walks to the park,â Ava adds, arms crossing with dramatic flair. So what? You liked to walk off the stress after a long day with your hot boyfriend. And Bob liked you. And sunshine. And trees. And squirrels. Okay, that wasn't helping. Or You pull away from Bob because you're scared you're treating him like a dog and he confronts you about it.
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Bob and reader have a misunderstanding, established relationship, reader is Bob's safe space and vice-versa, Bob being cute
WC: 1.6k
A/N: Link to the request here!
clark kent accidentally using you like a stress toy after a hard day of being superman
you donât even get a hello before clarkâs got his lips on yours.
heâd barely shut the front door before he was on youâlifting you off your feet with a soundless grunt, kissing you so deeply you forgot your own name. the door didnât close all the way. his glasses are still on. his shirtâs still half-tucked from wherever he came back from. and he doesnât seem to care.
his mouth trails down your neck, hot and shaky. he doesnât talk yet, but you can feel it in his gripâheâs tense. wired. too quiet. the kind of quiet that comes after something bad.
you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he exhales hardâlike just touching you let him breathe again.
âbad day?â you murmur, brushing your lips against his temple.
he just nods. silently carries you to the bedroom like his life depends on it. like he needs you right now more than air.
then?
he lays you down.
tugs your clothes off like heâs being careful, but still rushing. his hands shake when he lines himself up, and he looks down at you like heâs asking for forgiveness before heâs even started.
âsorry if iâm beinâ selfish, sweetheart,â he says softly, cupping the underside of your knee and pushing it up toward your chest. âi promise iâll take care of you after. i justâi really need you right now.â
and then he sinks into you.
you gasp. every time you think youâve adjusted to his size, you forgetâheâs massive. too big. stretches you so wide you feel the outline of him in your belly. but the worst part is that he doesnât stop. he keeps going, keeps pushing your legs up, folding you into a mating press as his hips press flush against yours, cock buried to the hilt.
âoh gosh,â he breathes, jaw trembling. âyouâre just so warm. so perfect. always take me so wellâŠâ
you canât even respondâjust whimper and arch into him, and he starts moving.
deep, dragging thrusts that shake the bedframe. his grip is vice-tight on the back of your thighs, his broad chest pressing your knees to your shoulders, sweat already starting to bead at his temple. and thenâfinallyâhe talks.
âthis guy⊠this absolute jerk thought he could take down a whole city block,â he grits out, still speaking like heâs complaining to a friend, not while pounding your cunt like it owes him rent. âflung a taxi at a daycare, would you believe that? and people think iâm too soft when i hold backâgollyâŠâ
he punctuates the word with a sharp thrust, making your toes curl.
âso i didnât. i didnât hold back this time, iâI really gave it to him, you know? but then lex starts in with his âoh superman, youâre a danger to societyâ speech andâgood grief, darlinâ, youâre squeezinâ me so tightââ
your fingers dig into his biceps as he fucks you harder, angling his hips just right to grind against your sweet spot. your eyes roll. your thighs shake. and clarkâpoor sweet clarkâis too in his head to realize heâs fucking the soul out of you while venting about his commute.
âi was just tryinâ to help. like i always do. and people still looked at me like iâm some kinda monster, but then i come home andâand you let me do this, andâand god, babyâyou always make me feel human.â
you canât breathe. canât think. your hands are scrabbling at his back, legs trembling in his grip, and heâs just moaning softly into your neck now, whispering sweet nothings while his cock splits you open.
âmâsorry, sugar,â he mumbles as your eyes roll back, pace never faltering. âdidnât mean to go this hardâjust⊠needed to feel close to you. needed to feel good. you always make me feel good, angel.â
youâre gonna cry. heâs so deep you feel like youâre gonna pass out, and he doesnât even realize heâs got you halfway to god while still talking like a 1940s housewife.
you try to tell him youâre close, but it comes out as a breathless sob. clark pulls back to look at youâsees the tears, the shaky mouth, the way your bodyâs convulsing beneath himâand his expression softens, even while his cockâs still grinding into your cervix like a battering ram.
âoh gosh,â he whispers, instantly panicked. âdid i hurt you? are youâdarlinâ, are you okay? i didnât even notice how hard i was goinâ, iâm so sorryââ
you cling to him, voice wrecked.
âclarkâdonât stop. please, donât stopâjust wanna cumââ
he exhales like you just saved his life. kisses your temple. then fucks you so deep you see stars.
your orgasm hits like a tidal waveâloud, messy, devastating. clark groans your name like a prayer and finishes seconds later, cock twitching inside you as he fills you to the brim, thick and hot and so much that it leaks out around his base, dripping onto the sheets in warm streaks.
and when itâs over, when your bodyâs gone limp and your breathing is ragged and you feel like youâve been hit by a train (a hot, kansas-born train), clark gathers you up like youâre something precious. kisses your hair. wraps you in a blanket and tucks you under his chin like nothing happened.
âgosh, youâre good to me,â he murmurs. âcanât believe you put up with me when i get like that.â
you smile weakly, snuggled against his chest, still full of him.
âyou can be rough with me anytime, clark. just⊠maybe warn me first so i'm prepared to see heaven again.â
he chuckles, sheepish.
âsorry, angel. guess i donât know my own strength.â a/n: i still havent watched the new superman movie yet but i just had to
As much as Adrian was pissed off with Peacemaker for not inviting him to the orgy and only asking him over because he needed his help I can't help but think of how he kind of has a homemaker streak when it comes to just the casual way he comes over to help Chris in S1 and S2. Like in the first he just unprompted started cleaning up Chris' trailer and in this season he comes over with his full body dismembering and clean up kit ready to help. Adrian is all about acts of service (which he does like a homemaker even if they are unhinged like disposing of a body).
Adrian has never been the best about articulating his feelings, nor his affection, in normal terms and he doesnât really know how to (or even that he does it a little oddly). For a partner or for a friend he shows his love and appreciation through action and dedication (and then also dedication to actions for them). Itâs just that the actions Adrian takes fit into his unconventional skill set so maybe heâs not cooking complex meals but he will, without a second thought, get blood out of your carpet (or murder someone whoâs wronged you â both are equal effort to him).
I like him, I like that autistic man and would I be wrong if I asked him at dinner is you autistic?? cause I like that, I like it
i will honestly die on the hill that vigilante would be so hot for super loud and grotesque sounds during sex. like the wet and sloppy sounds of you giving him head would turn him on beyond what he thought possible or the sounds of skin slapping on skin while he fucks you would drive him crazy.
CHRIS EVANS as SYD
LONDON (2005) dir. Hunter Richards
clark looking criminally hot handling your laundry
cw: afab!reader, readerâs eluded to wear dresses, established relationship, fluff, flirting, pet names.
âyouâre so hot when you know what youâre doing,â
youâre sprawled on the bed, watching him fold your clothes. heâs not teasing, doesnât smirk, just happy to help. and didnât even ask. all he did was volunteer because you should relax, he told you. you can lean on me, alright?
and now, your little comment. your innocent flirting. it broke him.
clark immediately pauses, one of your soft, flowy dresses drooping between those big farm-boy hands, ears fire truck red.
âh-hot?â he echoes the word like heâs never heard it once in his life.
Puppy's Bone
ââŽïžËïœĄâ blurb - clark kent x puppy!reader
Summary - the desk is piled with papers and deadlines closing in, Clark swears he'll get back to work, but his puppy's sloppy little throat is too distracting.
tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, cockwarming (oral fixation), petplay kink, spit play/messy oral, power dynamics, praise kink, light degradation, workplay kink
notes - since everyone liked the bunny one :3, why not a puppy this time?
âReblog & comments are greatly appreciated á„«áĄ
Clark's desk lamp flickered, casting a soft yellow glow over the clutter of papers and his clatter keyboard. His right hand moved steady, typing out the final lines of his article, but his left hand was trappedâbecause you were in your knees, cheek resting against his thigh, lips wrapped tight around two of his fingers.
He hadn't meant to give them to you, but you'd whined until he caved, slipping them into your mouth to pacify you. Now they were slick to the knuckle, drool running down his hand, dribbling off your chin onto his trousers and the carpet below.
"Love..." His tone cracked on the word, eyes fixed on the glowing screen. "You're makin' a mess down there."
Bambi
pairing: clark kent x f!reader
where readerâs legs wonât stop shaking
smut | soft dom!clark | lazy sweet morning sex