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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : It had been weeks since you and Steve had a moment to yourselves, just the two of you finally alone. You wanted to give Steve head, especially after Robins comment about his dick. | drabble + porn without plot

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Smut, Sub!M!Reader, Fluff, Dom!Steve, Moaning, Cum, Praising, choking, blowjob, M!Reader (giving), swearing, Explicit Content, Dirty Talk.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

"God, I've missed this," Steve murmured, his voice low and rough as he cupped your face, tilting it up for a deep kiss. You broke the kiss, breathless, your hands fumbling with the belt of his jeans. "Me too. Let’s make up for lost time." Your voice came out steadier than it felt, nerves and excitement churning in your gut. Steve had always been the one to lead, but this time—you wanted to show him how much you craved him. Steve's eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you."Yeah? What do you have in mind?" He didn't need you to respond; You tugged his jeans open, sliding them down along with his boxers. Steve lifted his hips to help, kicking the clothes aside, and then there it was—his cock springing free, thick and heavy against his thigh. Your breath caught. Robin's words came to you.

“Steve hears that all the time and he goes in anyway. Don't you, Steve?”

You'd laughed it off then, chalked it up to Robin being her usual self, but now... shit, she wasn't kidding. It was long and veiny, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Your mouth watered at the sight. Steve noticed your starting, his smirk widening. "What? Never seen one before?" He teased. You shook your head, leaning in closer, your fingers wrapping around the base. It was hot in your palm, thicker than you'd imagined, your grip barely circling it fully. "Robin was right," you said, your voice husky as you gave it a slow stroke, feeling it twitch in your hand. 

"She said you had a big dick, and fuck, she undersold it." Steve's laugh turned into a groan as your thumb brushed over the tip, smearing the pre-cum."You gonna keep staring, or...?" he muttered, his hips bucking slightly. "Oh, I'm gonna do more than stare." You met his gaze, holding it as you leaned down, your tongue flicking out to lick from base to tip. Steve hissed, his hand going in your hair. The taste of him hit you, and you couldn't hold back. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently while your hand pumped the shaft.

"Fuck, yeah," Steve breathed, head falling back against the pillow. "Just like that. Your mouth feels so good." you took him deeper, your jaw stretching around him. It was a challenge, the way he filled your mouth, but you loved it—the way his cock throbbed as you bobbed your head. Steve's thighs shook under you, his breaths coming in sharp pants. "Shit, baby. Deeper—can you take more?" His voice was wrecked, fingers gripping you, letting you set the pace. Relaxing your throat, you pushed forward, gagging slightly as the head hit the back of your throat. The sounds Steve was making—low moans and whispered encouragements.

"That's it, take my big cock," he growled, watching you through half-lidded eyes. Steve's control frayed, his hips thrusting shallowly now, fucking into your mouth. "Gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he warned, voice strained. "Want me to? Fill that pretty mouth?" You nodded eagerly, in response. It didn't take long—Steve's grip turned vise-like, a moan ripping from his throat as he came, hot squirts flooding your mouth. You swallowed around him, milking every drop until he shuddered, spent. Easing off, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up to find Steve gazing at you with pure affection. "Holy shit," he panted, pulling you up for a messy kiss. "That was... you're incredible.”

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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Phenomaman Wants To Test Your Compatibility | drabble + porn without plot

You sat alone in the break room, ankles crossed, chair tilted slightly back. The night shift lighting made everything feel dim and quieter than usual. He floated in through the door, his shoulders slumped. The breakup with Blond Blazer weighing heavy on him. You'd heard the rumors around the station—how things had fizzled out fast, leaving him adrift in a haze of depression. He was looking at you before he fully entered the room. His voice had no rise or fall—just calm, weighted sound.“Dispatcher.” You swallowed. “You can… call me by my name, you know.” He hovered closer ignoring you completely. Looming over the table, he crossed his arms, his voice low. 

"As you know, me and Blond’s genitals were not compatible." You paused mid-bite, cookie hovering near your lips. Phenomaman continued, his tone grave. "More than that. It may be the reason our relationship was terminated." He looked at you seriously, his gaze piercing. "Will you..." He paused, looking off at the floor, as if the words were hard to summon. "Look at it." You almost choked on your cookie, coughing as a piece lodged in your throat. Swallowing hard, you stared up at him. "You're—you're not serious?" He looked off again, his floating form tilting slightly. 

"I am..."

You shook your head, setting the half-eaten cookie down on the napkin beside your coffee mug. The break room felt smaller now, the air thick with tension. Part of you wanted to laugh it off, but the vulnerability in his eyes stopped you."Sure..." you muttered, it sounding more like a question. He looked at you again, a flicker of relief crossing his features. You added, your voice dropping, "You're lucky no one's gonna be back tonight." Your eyes traveled up and down his hovering body, taking in the sleek, otherworldly lines of his form. "Go ahead," you said, watching Phenomaman intently.

With a subtle shift, he reached down, his tendril-like appendages parting the fabric of his suit. His big alien cock emerged, thick and ridged along its length, pulsing with an inner glow. It was massive, easily dwarfing anything human, the tip already leaking pre-cum in glistening beads that dripped slowly onto the linoleum floor. Your breath caught, eyes widening at the sight. It throbbed visibly, veins-like patterns. "Holy shit, Phenomaman," you whispered, leaning forward in your chair. "That's... insane." He floated a bit lower, bringing himself level with your seated position. Your hand trembling slightly as you reached out. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, the skin warm and surprisingly smooth despite the ridges. It twitched in your grip, more pre-cum oozing from the slit. 

"Feels... different," you said, starting to stroke slowly, your palm gliding up the length. The ridges bumped against your skin, adding friction that made him groan. You pumped your hand firmer, twisting slightly at the head to spread the slick pre-cum down the shaft. It made your strokes smoother, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. His cock swelled in your hand, growing even harder as you worked him. Your thumb rubbed over the sensitive underside, tracing the glowing veins. Pre-cum leaked steadily now, coating your fingers and making everything slippery. "Fuck, you're leaking so much," you murmured, mesmerized by how it pulsed. "I want to taste it," 

you said, voice rough. Without waiting, you parted your lips and took the head into your mouth. He gasped, a low rumble vibrating through his body. Your tongue swirled around the tip, lapping up the salty-sweet pre-cum. It was thicker than human, coating your mouth with its essence. You bobbed down further, lips stretching around his girth."Deeper," Phenomaman urged, one hand gently pressing the back of your head. "Take more of me." You relaxed your throat, pushing forward until half his length filled your mouth. Gagging slightly at first, you. "Perfect," he groaned, hips bucking lightly. 

You pulled back with a pop, gasping for air before diving in again, faster this time. Your tongue flicked the slit, teasing out more fluid. "Mmm, tastes good," you mumbled around him, the words muffled. Phenomaman's glow intensified, his cock throbbing wildly. "Don't stop. I'm close—." You doubled your efforts, hand and mouth in sync, sucking and stroking until he tensed. With a deep, echoing moan, he erupted, thick ropes of alien cum flooding your mouth. You swallowed what you could, the rest spilling over as you kept going, milking every drop. Pulling off finally, you wiped your mouth, looking up at him with a grin. "Compatible? I'd say so." He floated there, spent and shimmering, a small smile breaking through his depression. "Yes... very much so."

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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Having A Threesome with Shane and Ilya | drabble + porn without plot

You lie sprawled on the rumpled sheets, your body still humming from the first round, sandwiched tightly between Shane and Ilya. Shane's frame pressed against your back, his chest rising and falling in sync with your breaths, while Ilya molds to your front, his leg hooked over yours. The room smells of sex and sweat, their lips find your neck almost simultaneously. Shane starts, his mouth hot and insistent on the left side, teeth grazing the pulse point just below your ear. He sucks lightly, then licks a slow stripe up to your jaw, murmuring against your skin. On your right, Ilya mirrors him, his lips softer but no less demanding. He nips at the tender flesh, then seals his mouth over it, drawing a wet, open-mouthed kiss that makes your toes curl. 

"Mmm," he breathes, his accent curling around the words like smoke. His tongue flicks out, tracing the curve where your shoulder meets your throat, both men occupying every inch, their breaths mingling hotly over your skin. The dual assault has you arching, a low whine escaping your lips as their hands roam—Shane's palm flat on your stomach, holding you steady, Ilya's fingers digging into your hip. It's overwhelming, the way they claim you from both sides, lips and tongues working in tandem. Your cock twitches against Ilya's thigh, already stirring back to life. But you want more than just their attention on you. you reach up, your hands finding their jaws. You pull them away gently but firmly, breaking the kisses with a soft pop. 

Shane growls in protest, his eyes narrowing with playful heat, while Ilya tilts his head, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "Hey," Shane rumbles, voice gravelly, "I wasn’t done yet." You just smile, holding their faces inches from yours. Ilya's eyes drop to your hand first, and before you can say anything, he turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your palm.  His lips are warm, tongue darting out to taste your skin, sucking lightly on the pad of your thumb. "What are you up to, kotyonok?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. You smile, warmth blooming in your chest at the tenderness amid the heat, and use your grip to guide their faces closer—over your shoulder for Shane, forward for Ilya—until their lips meet just inches above yours. They hesitate for a split second, then dive in, mouths crashing together in a fierce make-out. Shane's hand slides up to tangle in Ilya's hair, pulling him deeper, while Ilya's fingers trace your jaw as if including you in the kiss. 

You watch, mesmerized, as their tongues tangle visibly, wet sounds filling the room, Shane groaning into Ilya's mouth. “Fuck, I needed this,” Shane growls between kisses, and Ilya responds with a husky laugh, nipping at Shane's lower lip. "Fuck," you murmur, your voice thick with arousal, one hand trailing down to stroke your hardening cock as the sight fuels the fire in your belly. They're devouring each other over you, bodies shifting closer, Shane's erection grinding against your thigh while Ilya's presses into your hip. The kiss breaks only for air, strings of saliva connecting their lips, before they crash back together, harder this time—Shane dominating with deep thrusts of his tongue, Ilya pushing back with equal fervor, a low hum vibrating from his throat. The sight has your cock throbbing, trapped between your bodies, but they break apart eventually, both turning their heated gazes back to you. 

Shane's hands roam lower, gripping your hips as he grinds his hard length against your ass. “My turn first,” he says, voice rough with need, positioning himself at your entrance. You've prepped earlier, slick and ready, so he pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you with a burn that borders on pleasure. You cry out, arching back into him, and Ilya captures your mouth in a deep kiss to muffle the sound, his tongue mimicking the thrust behind you. Shane sets a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward, each drive burying himself deeper. “So tight for me,”he pants, one hand reaching around to stroke your cock in time with his movements. "That's it, take my cock," Shane murmurs, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he picks up pace, the slap of skin echoing. 

"You love being filled like this, don't you? Sandwiched and fucked." You nod frantically, breaking the kiss with Ilya to gasp, “Yes—fuck, Shane, harder.” He obliges, pounding into you with controlled force, the slap of skin echoing as sweat beads on your bodies. Ilya watches with hooded eyes, his own erection pressing against your thigh, leaking pre-cum. “Don't hog him,” he teases, kissing along your jaw while Shane works you over. After what feels like an eternity of building tension—your body trembling on the edge—Shane pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you clenching around nothing. 

“Your turn, Rozanov,” Shane says, breathless, guiding you to shift slightly. Ilya doesn't waste time. He lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, and slides into you with a smooth thrust, his cock hitting a spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.“Ah, there you are,”he groans, starting a faster pace than Shane's, his hips rolling in deep, grinding circles. You reach back to clutch at Shane's thigh, needing the anchor, and he leans in to kiss your neck again, sucking a mark into the skin. “Look at you, taking us both so well,” Shane murmurs, his free hand tweaking your nipples.

Ilya doesn't hold back—his hips snap forward sharply, angling to hit that spot inside you with every plunge, his free hand pinning your thigh up for deeper access. You arch into him, nails digging into his back as pleasure coils tight in your gut. "Switch again," Shane demands after what feels like an eternity of building tension, pulling from your mouth with a slick sound. They maneuver you fluidly—now onto your hands and knees, Shane reclaiming your ass while Ilya kneels in front, feeding you his cock fresh from your body. Shane enters you roughly this time, hands bruising your hips as he sets a brutal pace, jackhammering in with growls.

"Gonna cum inside you again. Fill this hole." His thrusts jolt you forward onto Ilya's dick, who fucks your mouth in tandem, hips rolling lazily at first then faster, matching the frenzy. "Swallow me down," Ilya urges, eyes blazing as he watches you take him, saliva dripping from your chin. The room fills with obscene sounds—wet slaps, gags, your muffled cries—as they use you from both ends, taking turns in a rhythm that blurs into one endless wave of sensation. You shatter first, cock untouched but spurting ropes onto the sheets as your orgasm rips through you, walls fluttering around Shane. 

He follows with a roar, pumping hot cum deep into your ass, flooding you until it leaks out around his base. Ilya pulls out last, stroking himself furiously over your face, painting your lips and cheeks with thick spurts as he moans your name. They collapse around you once more, bodies tangled in the aftermath, breaths ragged. Shane presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring."Fucking perfect." Ilya wipes a streak of cum from your lip with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth for you to suck clean. "Round three? Or you need a minute?" You laugh weakly, spent but sated, pulling them closer. "Give me five... then yeah."

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