A/N: Getting the writing muscle flowing again with a quick drabble for Clark Kent/Superman. No beta-reader. Thanks to Firefly-graphics for the divider.
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"Keep the glasses on." You ordered before pushing Clark down onto your bed.
"Not that I have a problem with keeping them on, why do you want me to wear them?" Clark asked, blinking owlishly.
God, he was so adorably clueless to how hot he was, you couldn't stand it. You leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips before you answered. "Because you look hot with your glasses on."
Clark's face burned hot from your words despite this being the umpteenth time you've told him how attractive you find him. He adjusted his glasses as he watched you unbutton his shirt and pants. "Fair enough."
"Good, now stop talking. Just leave the rest to me."
Clark's eyes widened as he felt your soft lips wrap around the tip of his hard cock, moaning louder than he intended. He resisted the urge to buck his hips and finish in your mouth then and there as you stroked his shaft.
"A-Ah...yes, Ma'am..."
He'd have to offer to wear his glasses for you in the bedroom more often.
Hey there! Since you're taking requests, I wanted to request an Arvin drabble that includes the kissing prompt involving ripping the other person away and saying - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close. Credit for kissing prompt goes to tumblr user andrastesass.
sinful lips
arvin russell x reader. fluff + kinda angst. ooo i like this one. shout out to @andrastesass ! arvin russell masterlist
you and arvin have had this forbidden kind of love going on for the longest time. you’ve been friends with lenora before he even moved in with her and you both felt it’d be weird to have a relationship. though you both knew strongly about each other’s feelings for one another. but of course, things led to another, and here you are the two of you making out in his car after previously dropping off lenora at the church.
the two of you have been having these kinds of meet-ups for more than a month now and you’re beginning to feel like you’re betraying your best friend. it feels like a sin, but lord is it an enticing sin. his lips feel like heaven and his hands feel like fire. you feel like you’re messing with the devil himself when you indulge yourself with arvin.
you let out a gasp when he all of a sudden took the chance to lift you up and place you on his lap. “vinny,” you murmur in between kisses and wrap your arms around his neck. he grunts in response and you roll your eyes, pulling away. he groans and tries to lean up to you to reconnect his lips. “stoop!”
“what is it baby?” he grumbles and places his hands upon your hips. “am i too rough?”
“lord, no. it’s just,” you whisper and cup his cheek, admiring him for a moment. a moment becomes longer and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes. fuck it, you think to yourself and quickly smash your lips back onto his.
he shifts beneath you and sighs in content while he kisses back. he moves his hands toward your back and up to your hair. “so, damn, beautiful,” he says in between kisses.
you flush at his words and the thoughts of being a sinner swirl in your mind, taking over once again. you mentally curse your brain and rip away from him, exhaling loudly. “we shouldn’t,” you squeak out.
he barely hears you and kisses you harder, dipping his tongue into your mouth, then emitting a moan from you. he smirks at your sound but suddenly moans as you press your tongue up against his, all while gripping his hair. he slides his hands back down to your waist and pulls you closer towards him, his mouth never leaving yours. you both hesitantly and slowly pull away. you lean your forehead against his and breath out heavily. “we shouldn’t, what?” he retorts.
“shut it,” you whine and peck his lips.
he chuckles and rubs circles on your sides, “she’ll be fine, flower.”
“yea. i guess so, huh?”
“i’ll be fine with what?” lenora frowns as she walks up to arvin’s car, arms crossed.
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A/N: I haven't written anything in YEARS but thought I'd try my hand at writing something for John Constantine because he's my latest fictional obsession. No beta-read for this piece. Thanks to Firefly-graphics for this magic divider.
You hated magic. Despite being a sorceress, your past experiences with magic involved traumatic and near-death experiences that made you wish you didn't have it. So, when John Constantine, the man responsible for some of those experiences walked through the door of your craft shop, you were eager to send him packing.
"Get out," You spat, pointing a finger to the door.
"Hey now. That any way to speak to a customer?"
"Cut the crap, Constantine. What do you want?"
"Straight to the point. I can respect that," John squared his shoulders before meeting your gaze. "I need your help."
A/N: This is my first ever Fezco/black!Reader drabble. I haven't written anything in a few months and I got inspired to write something after watching the newest episode of Euphoria. There are no spoilers in this piece. Just some fluff with good ol' Fez. <3
"Hey, Fez." You grinned at him before you embraced him, taking in his familiar scent.
"Sup wichu, (y/n)? I ain't seen you in a minute." Fezco pulled away, returning your grin with a small smile.
"I know! I'm home for the weekend though. Needed a break after studying all week for my midterms."
"That's what's up." Fezco nodded with approval. “I missed seein’ yo ass.”
“I missed you too.”
McKay rolled his eyes as he watched you and Fezco exchange a longing look. He cleared his throat, holding up a bottle of water to purchase.
“Oh, my bad,” Fezco said.
A/N: The reader & Peter Parker are in their early 20s for the warnings above. Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta-reading this. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU READ ON THIS WEBSITE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
Peter liked keeping his hair short. He kept it short so he wouldn't have to fuss with it. But once he started living on his own after everyone forgot who he was, he decided to let it grow out. Sure, it meant spending more time in the shower washing it, and he'd have to throw on a hat if he was having a bad hair day. But every time he stared back at his reflection in the mirror, it was a reminder that he wasn't the same person and that sometimes a little change was good.
As Peter's current girlfriend, you certainly liked the change, especially in the bedroom. Once he learned of his newfound kink, he couldn't get enough of you pulling on it.
"Oh, fuck," Peter cried out, his eyes rolling back as you tugged on his brown locks near his scalp.
"You like that, huh?" You smirked, spreading your legs open further as Peter rocked back and forth to thrust his hard cock inside your cunt, missionary style.
"Mmmhm," Peter closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of both your fingers weaving and tugging on his hair and your warm, wet pussy.
"Uh-uh," You scolded, giving his hair another tug. "Don't you close your eyes. You look at me."
Peter's face flushed from your words, but he obliged and opened his eyes to look back into your own heated but loving gaze. The combination of your scent, the hair pulling, and your sharp cries as he penetrated you drove him wild. With the way your tight walls clenched around him, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Let go for me, baby," You whispered, pulling his head down to kiss you.
Peter moaned against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth to dance with yours. It only takes a few more seconds before you're crying out for him and pulling his hair one last time as you reached your peak together. His body shuddered as he finally came into the condom. He smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He slowly lifted himself up and removed the condom to toss it before he lay down beside you on his bed.
"Hey, promise me something, babe?" You asked, turning on your side and reaching out to stroke his hair.
"Yeah?" Peter hummed, staring at you with half-lidded eyes.
A/N: The reader is in her 30s and Peter is in his early 20s in this piece. Thank you @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta-reading this fic! You're amazing as always!
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The first day of the new semester with your students was usually uneventful since you'd spend it going over the syllabus, your rules, and expectations. However, this semester ended up being different than any other. You were forced to confront the young man you slept with the night before. You knew he was younger than you, but you never would've guessed that he'd end up being one of your students. That would certainly be the last time you'd have a one-night stand with a stranger just so you could start off the semester with a bang. Pun intended.
Don't tell me that he's actually...oh fuck. You felt yourself start to panic as you watched him enter the classroom with the rest of the students.
He felt your gaze on him and he looked at you, making your heart hammer in your chest. To your surprise, he smiled at you. Not wanting to look suspicious in front of the other students, you smiled back, albeit forcefully.
As soon as you finished going over everything with your students, you dismissed them from the classroom. You stood idly by, watching all your students clear out the room, anxiously awaiting the one student who couldn't take his eyes off you, Peter Parker.
"Hey, Professor," Peter took out an apple from his jacket pocket and held it out to you. "Thought you might want this since you kind of left in a hurry this morning."
You took the apple and set it down on the table behind you. Pardon my language, but what the absolute fuck, Peter?"
"For the record, I didn't know that you'd be my professor." Peter defended.
"And I didn't know you were gonna be one of my students! My god, this is a nightmare!"
You didn't know whether to cry or scream for making such an impulsive and stupid mistake. You'd probably do both if you were in your office right now.
"Don't worry," Peter placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. "I haven't told anyone."
"Peter, I need you to promise, no, swear to me that you won't breathe a word of this to anyone. Can you keep this to yourself? Please?" You begged.
"That depends," Peter's smile morphed into a smirk, which made your blood suddenly run cold. "Can I keep you to myself?"
"Be serious!"
"I am! Look, last night really... it really meant something to me. You made me feel special, (y/n). I don't want to lose that feeling." Peter confessed, placing his hands on your shoulders.
"Feeling? We spent one night together! If I had known you were my student I would have never even thought about sleeping with you. This can never leave this room. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," Peter sighed in resignation.
"Good, I'll see you on Wednesday. Don't forget to read chapters one and two before then."
To your surprise, the rest of your week was uneventful after your 'discussion' with Peter about your indiscretions. Peter didn't bring up what happened between you two and only talked to you if it had something to do with school work. This went on for about two weeks until he decided to show up at your office one evening while you were grading papers.
"Professor (Last Name)?" Peter's voice forced you to look up from your work.
"Peter?" You took off your reading glasses and set them down on your desk. "My office hours aren't during this time."
"I know," Peter closed the door to your office and proceeded to pull out a piece of paper from his backpack before handing it over to you. "I wanted to give you something."
You cautiously took the paper from him and looked it over, your eyes widening in the realization of what it was. "You're dropping out of my class?"
"Yeah, I thought about what you said and I figured it would be easier if I took the class with another professor," Peter said.
"I'm sorry to hear that." You frowned.
"I'm not," Peter's smile confused you.
"And why is that?"
"Isn't it obvious? You're not my professor anymore, so now there's no reason why we can't see each other."
You felt your shoulders tense up as Peter approached your desk and placed both hands on them in front of you.
"Peter, even if you drop out of my class, that doesn't change the fact that you're still a student at this school and I'm a professor." You argued, standing up to your feet.
"We're both adults here, aren't we?"
"It's still inappropriate! I can lose my job over this. You don't understand--"
"No, you don't understand!" Peter slammed his hands on your desk, making you yelp in surprise when the desk formed cracks from the strength he used.
You slowly found yourself cornered in your own office as Peter approached you and backed you into the wall behind you. "Look, don't try and pretend what we did that night didn't happen. I can make you feel like that again if you'll let me. There's nothing standing in our way now."
"Peter, please...just go. If you leave now, I promise I won't say anything about what you've done tonight."
Peter laughed humorlessly. "What I've done? You came onto me, a college student, no less. And now you wanna play innocent and act like I'm the bad guy? I don't think so."
"Okay, fine. I'm leaving then. Goodbye, Peter." You pushed Peter aside and gathered up your belongings. As you headed for the door, you hear a 'thwip' sound behind you and find your hand suddenly stuck to the doorknob with some sort of webbing. You froze up in fear upon realizing who you were dealing with.
"You're...you're Spider-Man." You breathed out.
"I knew there was a reason why I liked you. You're so smart." Peter approached you and proceeded to web your other free hand to the wall and then your feet to the floor.
No matter how much you tried to pull or yank your hands and feet free, the webbing Peter used kept you bound. Peter grabbed your chin in his hand, forcing you to stare back into his brown eyes.
"Are you gonna stay quiet for me, or am I gonna have to keep you quiet?"
You silently nodded your head, blinking away the tears that formed in the corners of your eyes.
"Good girl..." Peter kissed your temple.
Peter dropped his backpack to the floor and then dropped to his knees in front of you. He began to unbutton your pants and pulled them down to your ankles. "Since you took such good care of me last time, I'm gonna return the favor. I'll make you feel as special as you made me feel that night. I promise."
A/N: This takes place after Falcon & Winter Soldier. Special thanks to Sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta-reading this piece! <3
This was your favorite position to be in when you woke up in the morning: Bucky's strong arms wrapped around your frame as he spooned you from behind in your shared bed. Being in his arms with his body pressed against yours was just what you needed to help you recharge from a busy work week. It made you feel safe, secure, and loved. Not to mention his words knew how to do all three of those things.
"You look so beautiful in the morning," Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss along your shoulder.
"I've got a bonnet on and wearing one of your t-shirts." You pointed out, turning to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend.
"And you look damn good in them too."
"Touche, I fucks."
Your reply earned a chuckle from him and you sighed in contentment as he pressed a kiss to your other shoulder and then squeezed your body close to him. You wished days like this would never end, but sadly time stopped for no one and the reality was you and Bucky only had so much free time to spend together. And that was made crystal clear when you heard Bucky's flip phone vibrate on the nightstand beside the bed.
"Ignore it," You insisted, turning around to face Bucky.
"What if it's important?" Bucky raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know if you know this, but there's this thing we have called a voicemail if we're too busy to answer."
"You're hilarious, Doll."
"I know. Now shut up and bring your ass over here."
"Your wish is my command."
The giggle that escaped your lips is silenced as Bucky's lips claimed your own in a kiss that nearly leaves you breathless and wanting. Bucky turned you over with no effort without breaking the kiss so that you were lying underneath him, his knees and arms keeping you pinned to the mattress. He smiled down at you lovingly as he breaks the kiss, his ocean blue eyes having you mesmerized.
"I didn't think it was possible, but you look even better underneath me," Bucky confessed.
Before you could open your mouth with a witty remark, Bucky's phone began to vibrate off the nightstand for the second time, making you sigh in annoyance.
"I'll just be a second." Bucky climbed off you and grabbed his phone to flip it open. "Kind of in the middle of somethin', Sam. Can it wait?"
"Fraid not, Buck," Sam answered curtly. "Got word from Torres there's a new group of Flag Smashers who decided to come out of hiding. We need your help."
Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, stealing a glance at you before he turned his back to you. "Where?"
You sat upright in the bed, watching Bucky nod his head and mumble an 'I'll be there' and flipped his phone shut.
"More superhero stuff?" You asked.
"Yeah..." Bucky replied, setting his phone back on the nightstand.
"I thought you were done with all that Flag-Smasher stuff?" You frowned.
"Apparently not."
"Do you really have to go? I haven't seen you all week, babe."
You knew by the look in Bucky's eyes what the answer was. And you knew you were being selfish for wanting to keep Bucky to yourself when he had a job to do. It was unfair of you to stand in the way of that when you knew what he was capable of doing.
"Fine, go off and save the world," you grumbled, pulling the blankets over your head.
Bucky took a step forward to comfort you but decided against it when he realized he's only got so much time left to get ready and meet with Sam and Torres. With a resigned sigh, Bucky left the bedroom and went into the bathroom to get ready. It takes about fifteen minutes for Bucky to get showered and suited up before he returned to the bedroom to find you in the same place he left you in.
"I'm heading out, Doll. I'll call you as soon as I meet with Sam and Torres, okay?" Bucky swears.
"Whatever, just go," you said, your voice muffled by the blankets.
"Is this really how you want to leave things?"
The deafening silence that followed after was enough of an indication that you were more than happy to leave things the way they were. You poked your head out from the covers hearing Bucky's boots walk out the bedroom and into the living room, leaving you scrambling after him.
"Wait!" You cried out, rushing after him.
Bucky paused midstep as you wrapped your arms around him, your chest pressed against his back as you hugged him from behind.
"I'm sorry," You whispered into his back. "I don't want to leave things like this. I know I'm just being selfish. I just really missed being with you like we were this morning. I miss us."
"I miss it too." Bucky turned you around and pressed a kiss to your temple.
"Promise you'll come back in one piece so we can finish what we started?"
"You know I'd be a fool if I broke a promise like that."
"Damn straight."
Bucky laughed in amusement at your words, placing his vibranium hand behind your neck before kissing you gently, pouring all the love that he had for you into it. It was difficult to always say goodbye to Bucky when he left for missions when you wouldn't know how long he'd be gone or if he was somewhere safe and alive. One thing you knew for sure was that no matter where he was in the world, his love and devotion for you were undeniable. And it would always motivate him to come home to you and have you in his arms again.
