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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 mom’s wine cabinet and your feet took you to the fire escape right outside of Bucky’s 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 shouldn’t have had that much wine. You knew that the second your cheeks started to glow hotter than the air outside. But you’d 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-
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Clumsy Mouth
pairing: clark kent x f!reader
clark fumbles through dirty talk but it’s so hot
smut | inexperienced!clark | kind of subby clark | he’s obsessed | he’s so whiny
Oh my fucking god 🥹😭
God damn it.

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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
Can’t Stay Quiet
pairing: clark kent x f!reader
inexperienced!clark doesn’t 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. “You give him head pats and scratches.” You furrow your eyebrows. Okay, yes… you did that. You often ran your fingers through his hair. But it wasn’t weird! It was soothing for both of you. “And?” “You take him on walks to the park,” 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 don’t even get a hello before clark’s got his lips on yours.
he’d barely shut the front door before he was on you—lifting you off your feet with a soundless grunt, kissing you so deeply you forgot your own name. the door didn’t close all the way. his glasses are still on. his shirt’s still half-tucked from wherever he came back from. and he doesn’t seem to care.
his mouth trails down your neck, hot and shaky. he doesn’t talk yet, but you can feel it in his grip—he’s tense. wired. too quiet. the kind of quiet that comes after something bad.
you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he exhales hard—like just touching you let him breathe again.
“bad day?” 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 he’s being careful, but still rushing. his hands shake when he lines himself up, and he looks down at you like he’s asking for forgiveness before he’s even started.
“sorry if i’m bein’ selfish, sweetheart,” he says softly, cupping the underside of your knee and pushing it up toward your chest. “i promise i’ll take care of you after. i just—i really need you right now.”
and then he sinks into you.
you gasp. every time you think you’ve adjusted to his size, you forget—he’s massive. too big. stretches you so wide you feel the outline of him in your belly. but the worst part is that he doesn’t 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.
“oh gosh,” he breathes, jaw trembling. “you’re just so warm. so perfect. always take me so well…”
you can’t even respond—just 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 then—finally—he talks.
“this guy… this absolute jerk thought he could take down a whole city block,” he grits out, still speaking like he’s complaining to a friend, not while pounding your cunt like it owes him rent. “flung a taxi at a daycare, would you believe that? and people think i’m too soft when i hold back—golly…”
he punctuates the word with a sharp thrust, making your toes curl.
“so i didn’t. i didn’t hold back this time, i—I really gave it to him, you know? but then lex starts in with his ‘oh superman, you’re a danger to society’ speech and—good grief, darlin’, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”
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 clark—poor sweet clark—is too in his head to realize he’s fucking the soul out of you while venting about his commute.
“i was just tryin’ to help. like i always do. and people still looked at me like i’m some kinda monster, but then i come home and—and you let me do this, and—and god, baby—you always make me feel human.”
you can’t breathe. can’t think. your hands are scrabbling at his back, legs trembling in his grip, and he’s just moaning softly into your neck now, whispering sweet nothings while his cock splits you open.
“m’sorry, sugar,” he mumbles as your eyes roll back, pace never faltering. “didn’t mean to go this hard—just… needed to feel close to you. needed to feel good. you always make me feel good, angel.”
you’re gonna cry. he’s so deep you feel like you’re gonna pass out, and he doesn’t even realize he’s got you halfway to god while still talking like a 1940s housewife.
you try to tell him you’re close, but it comes out as a breathless sob. clark pulls back to look at you—sees the tears, the shaky mouth, the way your body’s convulsing beneath him—and his expression softens, even while his cock’s still grinding into your cervix like a battering ram.
“oh gosh,” he whispers, instantly panicked. “did i hurt you? are you—darlin’, are you okay? i didn’t even notice how hard i was goin’, i’m so sorry—”
you cling to him, voice wrecked.
“clark—don’t stop. please, don’t stop—just wanna cum—”
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 wave—loud, 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 it’s over, when your body’s gone limp and your breathing is ragged and you feel like you’ve been hit by a train (a hot, kansas-born train), clark gathers you up like you’re something precious. kisses your hair. wraps you in a blanket and tucks you under his chin like nothing happened.
“gosh, you’re good to me,” he murmurs. “can’t believe you put up with me when i get like that.”
you smile weakly, snuggled against his chest, still full of him.
“you can be rough with me anytime, clark. just… maybe warn me first so i'm prepared to see heaven again.”
he chuckles, sheepish.
“sorry, angel. guess i don’t know my own strength.” a/n: i still havent watched the new superman movie yet but i just had to

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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 doesn’t 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). It’s just that the actions Adrian takes fit into his unconventional skill set so maybe he’s not cooking complex meals but he will, without a second thought, get blood out of your carpet (or murder someone who’s wronged you – 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, reader’s eluded to wear dresses, established relationship, fluff, flirting, pet names.
“you’re so hot when you know what you’re doing,”
you’re sprawled on the bed, watching him fold your clothes. he’s not teasing, doesn’t smirk, just happy to help. and didn’t 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.
“h-hot?” he echoes the word like he’s never heard it once in his life.

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Puppy's Bone
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ 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?
—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡
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 trapped—because 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 reader’s legs won’t stop shaking
smut | soft dom!clark | lazy sweet morning sex