the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
Summary: What would Steve do if his girl gets cornered by some creep?
Warnings: creepy guy. damsel in distress vibes. protective Steve. no use of y/n.
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Music rattles through the windows, someone’s laughing too hard in the kitchen, and the living room smells like cheap beer and perfume. Steve had only gone to grab drinks -two cups, one for him, one for you- when he glances back across the room.
And he sees you. Cornered.
Some guy he didn’t know is way to close to you. One hand on the wall beside you head, his body angled in like he thinks he owns you.
Steve’s blood turns cold. He watches you smile politely, try to lean away. The guy leans in more, saying something you can’t hear over the music but can definitely feel in the way he looks at you.
You shake your head. The guy doesn’t back off.
Steve doesn’t even remember putting the drinks down. He crosses the room in about three steps, grabbing the guy by the shoulder and yanking him back hard.
„Hey,“ Steve snaps at him. „What the hell do you think you’re doing?“
The guy spins around, clearly annoyed. „Relax, man. We’re just talking.“
„Don’t care. She said no,“ Steve says flatly. He steps between you and the guy without hesitation, placing himself right infront of you like a shield. You reach for his back and rest your hand on his spine. This little gesture gives him the reassurance that you’re okay.
„I didn’t hear her say no,“ the guy scoffs.
Steve’s jaw tightens. „That’s because you weren’t listening very well.“
The guy looks him up and down. „What, you her boyfriend or something?“
Steve doesn’t blink, just stepping closer in threat. „Yeah. I am.“
And that’s it. The guy mutters something rude under his breath and tries to step around Steve - bad move. Steve shoves him back, not enough to start a brawl but enough to make the point crystal clear.
„She is my girl. Get it, meathead?“ Steve growls. „Walk away. Before it gets ugly.“
He hesitates, sees the fire in Steve’s eyes and decides he don’t wanted to die. He backs off, disappearing into the crowd.
Steve doesn’t move until he’s gone. Then he turns to you.
„Are you alright?“ His voice drops instantly, all the heat replaced with concern.
You nod, a little breathless. „Yeah. I just - he wouldn’t leave.“
Steve’s hands are already on your arms, gentle and grounding. „I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here.“
„You were,“ you say softly. „You came.“
He exhales like he’s been holding it in. The he pulls you into his chest, holding you close despite the noise around him.
„No one gets to make you uncomfortable,“ he murmurs into your hair. „Not while I’m here.“
You tilt your head up and kiss him, slow and grateful, like you’re thanking him without words. Steve kisses you back, still buzzing with adrenaline, still holding you tight.
Yeah, that’s my girl.
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Summary: Henry comes home in the middle of the night after a long flight home from his press tour, desperate for his girl.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Warnings: P in V, leather collar, use of "daddy", derogatory names, humiliation, degradation kink, praise kink, smut, first-person narrator
Word count: 1.6k+, unedited
Dividers by: @sister-lucifer @cxrrodedcoffin
It's late, far too late and I'm fast asleep. The bed is empty, the sheets are cold. Much colder than they usually are. And instead of my usual lull of soft breathing, it's quiet. Far too quiet. My dreams are filled with wet fantasies unspeakable except to only one...
The door creaks open. He's home... I hear the shift as he slides his shoes off, the only thing he bothers to take off in time. A hand snakes underneath the bed sheets and pushes them aside enough to see my naked body. Hands, larger than my whole body, wrap around my waist. A heavy, comforting weight settles against my back. That family feeling of hard need presses in the curve of my back and ass.
The sharply ironed shirt is sure to leave an imprint on my skin. I bite back a hiss, feeling the cold metal from his tie clip press into my shoulder. Not to mention his belt buckle causing my whole body to clench around nothing.
His scruff tickles the smooth expanse of my collarbone as he places his usual soft kisses... "Fuck, princess... I've missed you so..." His hips buck forward as his hands grip my waist tighter. My body moves within seconds, instinct, second nature at this point. Pulling my legs forward and pressing my ass against his bulge.
"Is my baby awake? Ready for me?" His one hand moves, sweeping my hair away from my shoulder. His lips instantly attach to the sensitive skin. Sure to leave a mark. But that's how I like it. Show everyone who I belong to. As if it isn't obvious by the leather around my neck and the "H" dangling from it.
That same hand moves down, trailing my soft skin, causing my hairs to stand up from the slight tickle. Experienced hands find the wet heat between my legs. A sudden whimper falls from my lips when his fingers apply pressure in small circles. "I know, babygirl, I know. You want daddy inside you, don't you?" He whispers against my ear.
Everything is throbbing and I'm so needy and so ready. But 3 weeks has been far too long and I know that stretch is going to hurt so good. His hands release my body, instantly I curve my back more and let my ass up. Allowing him the beauty sight of my wet and needy cunt. Throbbing, practically begging for that perfect cock.
"Just look at that...so needy for me, aren't you doll face?" His thumb pressed again. My body jolts and pushes against him. He coos and I can feel my face light up red. How easily he has me in such shambles. And with one finger, long thick finger, he has me groaning. My teeth sink into the pillow, trying not to moan from something so... Easy.
I'm like putty in his hands within a few pumps, and everything throbs when he slides his finger back out. I whimper, and press back against him, begging with my body for more. "I know what you want, baby..." He comforts, then teases with just the tip. So warm already. "Is that what you want princess?"
Instead of answering with my words, I let my body do the speaking. Leaning back as I feel that delightful stretch. A groan leaving my throat as he goes all the way. Warmth spreading throughout causes my eyes to roll back. A euphoric smile on my face when I feel him hit that spot that almost makes me want to cry with pure joy.
"Mmhmm, fuck, princess, I've missed you. And this pussy...my cunt. Understand?" I can't respond but his possessive nature makes me want to finish on the spot. Even more so when it pisses him off, his hand grabbing my hair and pulling my head up. Bending over and forcing my lips next to his ear. "Say it." He hits that sweet spot that causes all sorts of noises to sputter out.
I don't know how I said it but the words: "Yours- Yours-" make it through. With much struggle since even just speaking seems impossible when he's scrambled my brain. "That's right...mine..." How he's able to form such coherent thoughts makes me feel almost insecure. Am I enjoying this too much? Is he not enjoying it as much as I am? If he's able to-
"On your back, fuck- I can't hold with you like this-" I almost let out a cry when that deliciously full feeling empties out. I pant, what did he say? "Sweet girl, I'm not fucking asking again." Now I know what I said. With every ounce of energy, that I find purely from the will to obey, I roll over.
"You're so pretty babygirl... I've missed you so much..." His soft pillow lips find mine and his tongue is in my mouth. Tongues interlocking, feeling the rough of taste buds and then the smooth area underneath. A thousand words and promises in that kiss. The same kiss that swallows my groans when he slides inside me again.
His tie dangles in my face when he comes up for air. I can't help myself when I grab him right there and pull him closer. I need him, right here. On top of me, all of him. I need to feel the warmth of his belly press against the fat of my cunt. "Off, off, please." I beg, trying to get my brain to focus enough to undo these damn buttons. But in frustration, I give up and instead just slides my hands underneath.
My nails dig into his back, marking my territory. Showing him just how wild he makes me. How I loose control and need to be closer to him. Inside his skin, his lungs, his rib cage and force myself into that spot in his heart that I know is reserved for me and me alone.
He chuckled at my desperation. Usually it would make me beet red with shame at how I loose myself, but right now I can't care. All thoughts of shame are thrown out the window when I see his beautiful body. That delicious weight that presses against me. It makes my eyes roll back as my lungs are compressed. So easily he could kill me, but he chooses to fuck me instead. Not even fuck, breed.
"I want to see you swell with my seed." One hand falls on the slender v-curve of my waist, the point right before the fat of my cunt meets the sleek part of my stomach. Right there where he'll pour his cum deep inside me. Where he'll put a baby inside me, his hand right where the baby would grow. "Can you do that for me, princess?" I clench around him with each nickname that he uses.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes please, please," I mumble, ramble really. Hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to force him deeper inside me. "Good...such a good girl..." Swiftly, and suddenly he grabs my thighs and presses them against my chest. The angle makes it easy for him to push all of himself inside me. I can see the tip press against the inside of my stomach, it makes me groan with mind-overwhelming pleasure.
Every thought I've ever had shakes out of my brain with the rapid pace that he pumps in and out of me. I can feel myself just for a moment cringe when a euphoric smile overcomes me and my eyes roll back. So cliché, like every other porno. But it's a reason because fucking hell it's so good. And the body will react however it wishes.
He drapes my thighs over his shoulders, not stopping the onslaught of pleasure even for a second. In fact, he increases it. His point and middle finger hook under the leather around my neck and yank me forward. His lips crashing into mine. Forcing even more of himself inside me with his tongue. Only to suddenly break his mouth free to mumble. "Gonna fill you with cum. Hmm~ my little cum bucket? I'm gonna make you a mommy now, mkay~?"
The thought of even conjuring anything but moans and whimpers breaks my brain. And instead I reply with the feverish shake of my head. "Good, so good, almost baby, almost~" His lips crash against mine, teeth clashing but it makes it just that much more invigorating.
The incessant pleasure and pulse, hitting that exact perfect spot, mixed with the encouragement from his delightfully masculine nature causes my whole body to go stiff. A build and build until a suddenly push as I gush across him. The push pulls into a pull, wrapping around him and pulling him even deeper.
In the instant I can feel the warmth spread throughout my body and soak my insides. The pulse of me finishing sending him too over the edge. His lips let go of mine, his head falls into the crook of my neck. His panting tickles my neck in a way that makes me so proud. And when he lets down onto the mattress, the shake and shiver.
My whole body feels exhausted and on fire from the overly sensitive nerves all at the same time. My head is a buzz with an incredible floating feeling that makes me smile so wide that it seems almost cheesy in my mind. I'm so in love…
I can't help the whimper that spills out, similar the cum pouring out of me when he slides himself back out. His hand scooping the sticky mess and massaging it into my steadily rising and falling stomach. "You're so pretty, babygirl... daddy's pretty little princess, aren't you?" He leans down, kissing my forehead.
So careful with me after. The best of both worlds. Complete and utter release of control, of pleasure, and of everything in between. And in that moment no drug on earth can even compare…
reading fanfic for fun is great until it starts going too into detail about the level of wonder and care and affection that one character is staring at the other with and suddenly my heart feels like it will burn through my chest and i become overwhelmed with want and understanding
