This is a sideblog of @soelstress where I will share the works of other writers. There will be variety - fluff, smut and angst mixed with other +18 themes. Heed any and all warnings on each fic I reblog as I am not responsible for what crosses your dash.
For #SexySeptemberScribbles challenge by lovely @ societyfolklore and @ soelstress. A collection of drabbles for various characters across multiple fandoms - all smutty and a few noncon!
15th - Beg * (Bucky Barnes, MCU)
16th - I'll be good for you * (Geralt of Rivia, The Witcher)
17th - Where your mouth is * (Gojo Satoru, JJK)
18th - Eyes only * (Kuroo Tetsuro, Haikyuu!!)
19th - Tight * (Dean Winchester, SPN)
20th - Powerless? * # (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)
21st - New sins * (Loki Laufeyson, MCU)
Fandom: MCU.
Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader.
Word count: 286.
Content: Smut (public, edging, fingering, denial).
A/N: We’ve reached the 7th of September and with that the prompt “Don’t you dare cum until I say so” from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
One rule
The rule was simple.
“Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” Loki had whispered in your ear.
You’d scoffed at it because really? How much could he do at a dinner to get you more than just turned on?
Now you regret having accepted his challenge but at the same time, your hips can’t stop tilting to chase the touch hidden by the tablecloth.
You glance to your side where Loki is conversing calmly with the older gentleman across the table, both hands where you could see them and only sometimes gesturing discreetly to adjust the magical clone that’s kneeling between your legs, head squished between your thighs in an attempt to reach where you won’t let it. But the clone’s hand is there, adept fingers stroking against your walls, thumb pressing against your clit.
Your hand is trembling as you reach for the glass, barely able to keep your wits about you to lift it to your lips and for just a brief second your senses are relieved as you take in the cool liquid...but it can’t distract for long especially not as the fingers curl inside you, pressing against the perfect spot.
You barely bite back the moan but a faint whimper does escape your lips and you see the corner of Loki’s mouth quirk in amusement.
The secret ministrations intensify. Your breath grows shallower and you have to crumble the edge of the tablecloth in your fist as you try not to rock along to the pleasure.
You are so close.
As if knowing – and yeah, he probably is perfectly aware just how close you are – Loki leans in to kiss your cheek and lovingly whisper in your ear.
Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x virgin!fem!reader.
Word count: 300.
Content: Smut (first time for reader, mentions of oral and fingering, piv, riding), patience, fluff.
A/N: We’ve reached the 25th of September and with that the prompt “You’re taking me so well” from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more and then there’s the S3 compilation!
Like a glove
You’re so nervous! You can barely breathe, chest feeling tight, and the butterflies in your belly seem about ready to burst out of you. Or maybe that’s the aftershocks of having cum so hard from Loki’s mouth that your voice broke?
No.
As you get into position above Loki, knees dimpling the mattress on either side of his waist, the flutter of nerves intensifies. You’ve played with his cock – even had it in your mouth – and it’s so big it will be impossible to fit it into your cunt where only his fingers and tongue have been.
“Look at me, flower,” he murmurs.
From staring at his pelvis you meet his eyes, soft and confident. His hands are on your hips, guiding you without applying any force – if you wanted to, you could move away.
You feel the slide of his fingertips along the inside of your thigh before losing contact. Then something blunt strokes your folds, coming to rest to nudge at your entrance.
“What if -?” you start, only to stop yourself.
“It’ll fit, I promise.” With his free hand he takes yours, kissing your knuckles. “Remember how you took my fingers?”
Somewhat emboldened, you sink down slowly, spearing yourself on his cock even if only a little bit before your thighs tense and you pull up slowly.
Deep breath.
Then down again, further this time and you see how Loki’s face screws up, eyelashes fluttering and mouth ajar. Up and down, each time taking him a bit better, a bit further, until you’re sitting flush on him and you’re fuller than you’ve ever been before. Heavy and warm, stretching your cunt deliciously.
“S-see?” he gasps. “You’re taking me so well.”
You can only nod, insides clenching and making him breathe in sharply as you testingly roll your hips.
A/N: It's close enough that I can say we’ve reached the 23rd of September and with that the prompt “All the way down, good girl...nose to the base, show me you can take it.” from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more and then there’s the S3 compilation!
Filthy whispers
Nothing in the world could have prepared you for how foul mouthed Captain America is. Admittedly, you also wouldn’t have expected to be on your knees before him, gagging on his cock. It was something that just...happened.
One thing led to the other: a flirting comment, a lingering touch, a quiet challenge and now suddenly Steve is spewing the most filthy things as his hand rests on your head, trying not to push you further onto his length.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he is groaning.
You hum around him, tongue curling along the crown before you bob your head down again. You can feel the vein on the underside of his shaft throbbing in response and you would have smiled if you could have.
“All the way down,” he urges and you try to comply, struggling as he hits your gag reflex. “Good girl...nose to the base,” he keeps tempting you, moaning as your throat flexes around him, “show me you can take it.”
Saliva and tears are streaking your skin but you couldn’t be happier as you know you have full power over him of all people.
Your nose brush his tight curls, dirty blonde like the hairs on his head and chest. There’s a scent to him that you want to memorize...or maybe alter with your own juices as you ride him.
Pressing out a hum once more at the idea, you brace against his thigh, nails digging into his skin before you shift to cupping his balls.
“Gonna cum so hard,” he growls, nails digging into your scalp. “Make you choke on it.”
Moments later his hips stutter, pressing his cock impossibly deeper and painting your throat in spurts that spill over and leak down your chin.
Fandom: MCU.
Pairing/starring: Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
Word count: 203.
Content: Reference to smut: orgasm control (denial + multiple), hint at oral, fluff. Wait...fluff? What?
A/N: On the 4th day of SexySeptemberScribbles we’ve got the prompt “Let me kiss it better.” As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
Kiss it better
You wake to fingers gliding across your skin, tracing patterns made of goosebumps. Half turning, you can feel how tired your body still is after the night you’ve had but Steve takes your movement as an invitation to intensify his caress. A palm slides over your hip. His lips find your cheek.
“Mmmmorning,” he smiles against your skin.
“Mmm,” you hum in happy response.
His hand, so strong and yet so careful, travels further – from your hip to your lower abdomen. Then it slides down further until it finds your folds and you hiss at the sting of the gentle touch.
It had been an intense night where he’d kept you on the edge for ages at first, but when he finally allowed you to take the tumble, he kept wringing one orgasm out of you after the other. He’d fucked the brains out of you and you’d loved every bit of it...but now you’re paying the price.
Lifting his head to watch you, you can see the concern in Steve’s eyes.
“Just sore,” you admit.
Something flutters across his face: pride, guilt...and then something devious.
“Let me kiss it better.”
He’s already moving, disappearing beneath the covers and nestling between you legs.
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 8th prompt: "Oh, you like that?”
Note: Part of Plump & Ripe Collection
He sat at the edge of the bed, his damp hair dripping lazy trails down his chest, the faint scent of soap clinging to his skin. His eyes followed her across the room with a hunger that never seemed to dull, no matter how many nights they spent together.
She caught that look and smiled, slipping closer and getting on her knees, pressing her lips to the curve of his waist, right where he was soft against hard muscle. Her hands smoothed worshipfully over his belly, then slid lower, cupping his already hard cock and squeezing it tantalizingly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hauling her up into his arms and onto the mattress. Her nightgown rode high as he positioned himself between her thighs, her bare pussy already dripping for him. He rubbed his cock against her slick before filling her in one slow but unrelenting thrust. His flesh hand gripped the back of one thigh to open her wide while the vibranium one supported him on the bed, or at least, that was his intention. Somehow, the metal slipped on the silk decoration of the sheets, and he fell on top of her, catching himself with his elbow but still pressing his body heavily on hers. It all happened at the same time, his gaze widening in alarm, and her moan, unlike anything he’d ever pulled from her lips before.
She arched against his body, clawing his back.
His eyes flashed with disbelief before pushing down harder, tentatively, letting her feel every inch of his cock, bearing down until she keened again.
“Oh,” he panted, voice ragged with wonder, “you like that?”
Her cry and nails digging deeper gave him all the answers he needed.
And fuck, he was gonna give his sugarplum every inch she craved.
She caught that look and smiled, slipping closer and getting on her knees, pressing her lips to the curve of his waist, right where he was soft against hard muscle.
🥹😭
Some much needed love for our chubby bubby! Moments like this… 🫠
And yes please FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS UNHOLY WE WANT IT ALL. MOREMOREMORE 💙
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 4th prompt: "Let me kiss it better”
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Bucky's scowl was thunderous when he limped through her front door, his favorite jeans sporting a jagged tear down his left thigh.
"The damn axe slipped," he muttered, clearly more upset about the ruined denim than the angry red scrape beneath it. "These were my good pair."
She bit back a smile at his grumpy expression. "Let me get the first aid kit."
"Don't need to fuss," he grumbled, but sat heavily on her couch anyway. "You were working." He said, side-glancing her laptop.
"I was bored to death," she said honestly, returning with the white box.
He huffed but didn't protest when she knelt between his spread thighs, and her fingers found his belt buckle. The metal clinked softly as she unfastened it, then worked his jeans down his legs, revealing the lean muscle of his thigh and the shallow cut marring his skin.
"It's not that bad," Bucky said, watching her dab antiseptic gently on the scrape.
She hummed in agreement, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss just above the wound. "Let me kiss it better."
His breath caught. "Sweetheart…"
Another kiss, this one higher. Then another. Her hands smoothed up his thighs as she worked her way up, trailing a path with her lips that had nothing to do with his injury and everything to do with the growing bulge in his underwear.
"This ain't exactly medical treatment," he rasped, ears pink. But didn’t attempt to stop her.
"There could be other injuries, darling," she murmured against his skin, as her hands began to tug his boxers down. "I need to be very thorough."
The helpless groan that escaped him told her he had no intention of arguing with her method. Not when her lips found exactly what they were looking for.
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 6th prompt: "Can you be good for me?”
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Her body was already trembling, thighs quivering where his limbs pinned her open. The cavern echoed with the wet slap of his relentless thrusts, until she thought she’d forgotten how to breathe.
“Bucky, please-” she gasped, arching against the grip of his tendrils, her voice breaking between sobs of pleasure and exhaustion.
He pressed his forehead to hers, yet his hips never faltered; his need drove him deeper, harder, the way his instinct told him to act.
“Mate,” he rasped. One thick limb slid possessively around her waist, holding her flush to him. “Can you be good for me? Just one more time.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, tears spilling from the overwhelming stretch of his cock, the delicious torture of suction cups nursing her clit, and the heat inside her that refused to burn out. “You’re insatiable,” she whispered, though her nails dug into his back, betraying her answer before she could give it.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, almost smug despite the wild need consuming him. “You already knew what was coming in Spring,” he stated, kissing the corner of her lips before plundering her mouth with his hot tongue.
A low moan tore through the cavern as her body broke apart, thighs trembling violently while his limbs kept her open to his assault. The suction on her clit pulled her higher, merciless, until she sobbed, tugging at his damp hair.
His thrusts grew deeper and frantic, until she felt the rush of thick, liquid warmth flowing inside her and seeping down her thighs.
She sobbed against his mouth, tasting salt and heat, as he softly caressed her body with soothing motions.
“That’s it,” he murmured, rough and low, his seed still spilled between them. “My love. My good mate.”
“tears spilling from the overwhelming stretch of his cock, the delicious torture of suction cups nursing her clit, and the heat inside her that refused to burn out.”
I’m feeling insanely jealous right now don’t judge me… I cannot be the only one who wants to know what those suckers feel like 🫣
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 2nd prompt: "Don't hide your face”
The headboard rattled behind them with every thrust, her hands slipping on the sheets as he drove her forward with the force of his hips. Across the room, the vanity mirror caught them fully: his thick arms caging her in, his hot chest pressed to her back as he fucked her from behind deep enough to leave no space for breath.
Her cheek pressed down on the mattress, squeezing her eyes shut as moans and whimpers escaped between her swollen lips.
“Don’t hide your face, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled against her ear, thick with hunger. His metal hand fisted her hair, forcing her gaze up toward the mirror. “Look at you. Look at us.”
Her reflection trembled back at her, bouncing tits, parted lips, the wreckage of what he was making of her. His hips snapped harder, sinking his cock impossibly deep, as his chest pressed heavily on her back. Her pussy clenched as pleasure ripped through her body, and his hand went over her lower belly, pressing there while he fucked her harder, faster.
“You see that, doll?” His breath possessively brushed her ear. “Gonna fuck you so full, keep you like this till you can’t think of anything else.”
Her nails dug into the mattress, sobs and cries spilling from her lips as he pinned her down and ground his pelvis against her rear.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded softly, his thrusts turning irregular. “Want you watching, sweetheart, when I put a baby in you.”
Her body shattered, and the mirror forced her to witness every second of her pleasure, his reflection all muscle and devotion as he spilled deep inside her.
“That's it. Fuck, m’ gonna make you a mommy. Gonna keep filling you ‘til it takes, sugar.” He promised.
a/n: day 26 of the sexy september scribbles challenge! i don't really have anything to say about this, i just wanted to write something soft and sweet and hot for Bucky, so here it is!!
prompt: "So wet, you must’ve been waiting for this."
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You’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Bucky Barnes to come home, imagining all the things he’d do to you when he did.
It was nearly dawn when you were roused by the feel of a heavy form settling over your back, pressing your body deeper into the soft cushions.
Bucky’s familiar scent swirled around you, and any tension that had gathered in your muscles fled immediately.
“You look so pretty sleeping in my shirt, baby,” Bucky rumbled in your ear, his warm, calloused hand skimming up your thigh and over your bare hip, climbing the ladder of your ribs to tease the curve of your breast.
“Mm, Bucky,” you murmured, reaching for him until your fingers sank into his soft hair. You tugged him closer. “Missed you.”
“Missed you, too, baby,” he said, his voice muffled in your skin. His roaming hand strayed back down your body, and you lifted your hips, his hard length digging into your plush ass as you gave him access to your warm center.
You were already slick and ready for him, making Bucky groan helplessly against your cheek.
“So wet, you must’ve been waiting for this,” he muttered, two fingers slipping into your hole and drawing a breathy gasp from your lips. “You really missed me, huh, baby?’
“So much,” you admitted, voice ragged with need. “Bucky, please.”
Your whispered word spurred him into motion, and within seconds, he’d shoved his pants down and slid his thick cock into your tight heat.
“Oh fuck, you feel like home, baby,” Bucky grunted, rutting against your ass while his metal arm dug beneath your pliant body, holding you close. “It’s so fucking good to be home.”
All you could do was hum and smile in agreement—Bucky Barnes felt like home to you too.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, finger sucking, biting, come play, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (babydoll, sunshine, sugar plum), established situationship, enemies/rivals AND lovers
word count: 375
a/n: day 28 of the sexy september scribbles challenge! i wanted to write for Lloyd again before the end of the challenge, and when i came up with this idea, i knew i had to run with it!! it's a bit long, but i couldn't cut anything else! hope y'all enjoy!
prompt: "I love when you’re creamy with my cum."
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You were on a mission, meant to focus on finding and killing your target, but Lloyd Hansen—your rival for the contract, and your enemy—was too enticing for your own good.
“We can’t keep meeting like this, babydoll,” Lloyd purred, turning you around and bending you over, forcing you to catch yourself on the stone wall of the dark alley in Prague.
You’d never tell the pompous asshole, but you loved how he manhandled you. He was rough and you loved it, but you couldn’t tell him. Instead, you shoved your jeans down over your ass and glared at the mustached mercenary.
“Just shut up and fuck me, Hansen,” you hissed, your fingers dipping into your hole to test your readiness. “And quit with the nicknames.”
Lloyd knocked your hand away with an arrogant chuckle. A second later, his thick cock slid home and you had to bite your arm to silence your scream of pleasure.
“I have it on good authority you love the nicknames, sunshine.” Lloyd laughed low in your ear when your cunt squeezed his cock in response to the pet name. “I love when your body disproves your pretty mouth’s lies.”
Thankfully, Lloyd spared you from needing to reply, curling around your body and pinning you to the wall. He fucked you hard and fast and filthy, his thick cock splitting you open with a mercilessness you adored.
Right before you came, Lloyd shoved his fingers in your mouth, muffling your cries as you flew over the edge. The mercenary’s teeth sank into your shoulder, biting you hard enough to leave a mark, as he grunted his own pleasure, his cock twitching while he spilled deep in your cunt.
You were still trembling when he pulled out and crouched down until his face was level with your ruined pussy.
“I love when you’re creamy with my cum, sugarplum,” Lloyd rumbled, his voice deep with satisfaction. “Keep it all inside, or I’ll have to pump another load in you.”
A weak moan spilled from your lips as Lloyd Hansen pushed his cum back inside, fingering you until you were needy again. You dragged him back to your hotel, where you spent the rest of the night in bed with the enemy.
word count: 450 (don't look at me 🫣 mob boss!Steve has me in a chokehold)
a/n: day 18 of the sexy september scribbles challenge!! i could NOT keep this short, i'm so sorry. i looooooved writing mob boss!Steve and i might have to come back to him 👀 let me know if y'all would be interested! enjoy!!
prompt: "Make me beg for it."
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The music in the club was thumping, pounding through your body, and you were enjoying yourself, perched in the lap of the most feared man in New York City—Steve Rogers.
The mob boss’s arms were spread wide on the back of the VIP booth, looking for all the world like a king overseeing his court. But the entirety of his attention was focused on you as you moved to the music.
“That’s it, angel, rub that pretty cunt on my cock,” Steve rumbled, his intense gaze fixed on the spot between your thighs, where your naked pussy dragged slowly up and down his bare length. “Make me beg for it.”
An airy laugh bubbled up your throat at his words, though your mirth didn’t stop your movements. You swiveled your hips, grinding down on Steve’s shaft while you ran your hands up your barely clad body, playing with your tits.
At the dark look Steve shot you, you grinned and explained.
“I can’t imagine you begging for anything, sir,” you purred. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you leaned in, brushing your soft tits against his hard chest as you murmured, “Even my pussy.”
“Sweetheart,” Steve growled, one of his hands landing possessively on your ass and tugging you down harder on his lap. “Your cunt is heaven-sent, and I’ll beg for it if I damn well want.”
Another bubbly laugh tripped off your tongue, and Steve’s fingers dug mercilessly into your soft flesh, forcing the slick ridges of his cock to rub deliciously against your clit. Your laugh dissolved into a moan.
“Do it, sir, beg for it,” you challenged breathlessly. You leaned back, shooting the mob boss a sultry smirk and delighted in the way his eyes darkened, looking like the pits of hell.
Suddenly, Steve sat up, hiking you up against his chest until the tip of his cock teased your leaking, aching hole. “Give me your cunt, angel,” he rasped, his blue eyes filled with dark, depraved promises. “Please.”
That last word sounded like it was ripped straight from Steve’s black soul; even if he wasn’t the most dangerous man in the city, you knew you would’ve given in. He was the man who possessed your heart.
Holding his wicked gaze, you lowered yourself on his hard length, impaling your pussy on his thick, perfect cock.
When you were seated, Steve dragged you in for a messy kiss, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat, choking you and reminding you who you belonged to.
Steve Rogers owned you, body and soul, head and heart. For the rest of the night, he showed you all over again why it was good to be owned by him.
a/n: day 14 of the sexy september scribbles challenge! i tried REALLY hard to edit this down, but i just couldn't. and honestly! i'm still not super happy with it. i couldn't decide whether to go full noncon and so i ended up somewhere weirdly in the middle ☹️ idk i hope it works—might have to revisit this premise in a longer fic!!
prompt: "You’re going to make me come again."
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“If you come inside me, it might take,” you reminded your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, as he slipped his hard length inside your soft, pliant body.
Before he could respond, you were already falling asleep, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
Some time later, you drifted awake, your head hazy as pleasure hummed beneath your skin. Bit by bit, you came back to yourself, distracted by the feeling of fullness between your thighs.
It felt so good, the thick intrusion in your pussy, the slick friction of it rocking in and out of your sensitive hole. You let out a low moan, the sound dragging you further from sleep.
The hand wrapped around your throat squeezed, choking you enough that your cunt tightened reflexively, clenching around the thick cock fucking your dripping hole.
You moaned louder, pushing back into Steve, recognizing the feel of his cock and the smell of him surrounding you.
You were so lost to pleasure, you didn’t realize your thighs were stickier than they should be.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Steve groaned in your ear, fucking you harder, his hand tightening around your throat so you couldn’t speak. “You’re going to make me come again.”
His words sent a bolt of awareness through your body. Your cunt clamped down hard on Steve’s cock, your body trying to pull him deeper, urging him to spill his seed in your unprotected pussy.
“That’s my girl, milk my cock,” Steve rumbled, his voice rough as he thrust deep inside you. “Your body wants this, baby, wants me to knock you up.” His hand slipped under your shirt, stroking your belly. “You’re going to look so pretty swollen with my kid, baby.”
Despite what you’d thought you wanted, you couldn’t stop yourself from coming at Steve’s words, a strangled cry ripping from your lips while your boyfriend pumped you full of come.
“That it, baby, let me breed you,” he murmured, kissing the apple of your cheek. “Just go back to sleep, and when you wake up, you’ll be so full there’ll be no way you aren’t knocked up.”
Steve’s hand loosened around your throat, turning your head to capture your lips in a deep, claiming kiss.
Your body was already warming with renewed heat, even as you succumbed to your exhaustion. When Steve pulled away, you smiled, feeling his cock harden again, sleepily murmuring, “Come inside me, make it take.”
a/n: day 8 of the sexy september scribbles challenge! the new photos of Chris Evans have me in a chokehold so obviously i needed to write something for them. and i wanted to write something with a cozy fall vibe, so here we go! hope y'all enjoy!
prompt: "Oh, you like that?"
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Rolling thunder rumbled in the distance beyond your living room, rain pitter-pattering against your windows.
A soft moan tripped off your tongue, followed by a keening whine of, “Daddy.”
Steve Rogers smiled against your mouth, his tongue licking the whimpers from your lips.
“Oh, you like that?” he rumbled teasingly, his big hands kneading your ass, grinding your bare cunt down harder on his thick cock through his gray sweatpants.
“Uh huh,” you mumbled breathily, rolling onto your back and pulling Steve on top of you. “Like it a lot.”
His body settled between your thighs, pressing you deep into the couch as his hands groped your plush curves beneath the shirt you wore. He groaned against your cheek, the cool metal of his glasses digging into your skin.
“I thought we were having a cozy afternoon together, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“You just—” you cut off, hiccuping another moan as the hard ridge of Steve’s cock dug into your soft, puffy pussy. “You look so hot in your reading glasses.”
“And you look fucking gorgeous in my shirt, baby,” Steve said, lifting up to look at you. His blue eyes were dark behind his glasses, his mouth curved in an affectionate smile. “You want my cock, pretty girl?”
“Yes, please, daddy,” you answered sweetly, nodding eagerly.
Steve was already shoving his sweatpants down, and pulling out his cock. In the next breathe, he slid inside your tight pussy, both of you moaning at the feeling of your bodies connecting so perfectly.
“Fuck, you feel like home, sweetheart,” Steve groaned, setting a slow, deep pace with the delicious roll of his hips.
Outside, the thunderstorm drifted away. A long while later, you and Steve finally reached your crescendo, your bodies lovingly entwined.
Steve Rogers was right—coming together felt like home.
Prompt: “Feel this? It's just for you.” for the Sexy September Scribbles Challenge
Warnings: strictly 18+, handjob, mention of reader being insecure of her body
Word count: 300
A/N: look at those eyes, I think I’d melt under his stare 🫠 banners by @vase-of-lilies
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“She was flirting with you, Clark.”
“No she wasn’t.”
“I swear you’re so oblivious.”
You’re trying to be casual about the fact that a woman who looks like she belongs on a Paris fashion week runway had been giving your man bedroom eyes while at a bar, but that’s practically impossible when you’ve always been insecure about your body.
Even though he’s a grade A dork, with those dazzling blue eyes, dashing dimples, and shoulders broader than an old oak tree, you’re under no illusions that Clark Kent could get any woman in Metropolis he wanted.
And instead somehow he settled for you, who wouldn’t even belong on one of the pages in the newspaper he writes for.
“Maybe I’m so oblivious to other women cause I’m so focused on you the whole time.”
You refrain from rolling your eyes at such a cheesy statement because it's said with a sincerity only someone who loves you can afford. As if you weigh nothing, Clark grabs your waist possessively and sits you on the kitchen counter, kissing the underside of your jaw lightly, forcing you to look at him.
“Feel this?” He gently grabs your wrist and guides your hand to the front of his pants, where you can feel him hardening beneath your fingertips. “It's just for you. You’re so gorgeous you make me so goddamn hard just by looking at me.”
You slowly unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
“See what you do to me. Only you do that to me, beautiful.”
He’s thick, heavy and hard in your hand, and whines when you pump your hand over his length, rolling your thumb over his tip.