If I Need To Say This I'm Probably Not

The little shit!!! I loved this

Bed of Roses

dark!Clark Kent x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ only; DUBCON, coercion, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, major size kink, descriptions of size difference, no plot

thanks to @/inklore for the divider

You had come to trust Clark, trust in his righteousness, and more personally, you trusted him to never hurt you.

Not only was he the hero the world needed; Clark had placed his secret in your hands. The least you could do for him was be there to support him in the little ways you could. It hadn't seemed enough at first, because compared to the fires he battled, the heights he flew, what could you dare hope to provide for Clark? But he kept coming back. In time, you overcame the shyness of beholding a hero. But the awe never wore off.

And how could you not grow to love this lonely soul that insisted you were the only balm for the sacrifices he made?

You hadn't been ready that first time, but he had been patient with you. You started out with so much going through your mind; afraid you would disappoint him, afraid that the next stage of physical intimacy would change too much of your relationship.

Then he came in, with a confident touch and encouraging words. There was so much, he was so much that night.

Hungry -- his eyes blazed up and down your naked form; his hands grasped and squeezed firmly so that were you to try and get away, you would have surely failed. His mouth had swallowed down your mumbles, nipped your skin until you felt dazed in submission.

You had been nervous, yet his cooing washed away your quiet words. His unrelenting weight kept you in place beneath him. Kept you secure, just as he insisted you should be. I'll always keep you safe. He could understand you so well, even better than your own mind, it had seemed. You don't let new things scare you off. You're my brave girl. He shouldered the responsibility of Earth's inhabitants, yet, Clark did not hesitate to pay extra attention to you.

"Just the tip, that's it." He cooed, nuzzling against you as your lips parted in mimicry of how he was opening you up. "So good, sweetheart."

He wedged the tip of his cock between the wet lips of your cunt, pressing, splitting, pushing until the bulbous head burst past that tight opening and stayed caught. You gasped, breathing shallow at the impossibly thick intrusion.

He took your hand. He kissed your fingertips, then licked your open palm and guided you, wrapping your little hand around his shaft and leading you in stroking him. He huffed, grunting how good you made him feel.

"Such a good girl for me. Fuck, this pretty pussy can't fit all of me yet, huh? Keep going."

You did your best, eager to please him, eager to be good so he could see how much you loved him being gentle for you. Even with the overwhelming heat of his skin on yours, the press and mix of sweat, you tried following his lead. The initial sting of his penetration had faded and all you wanted was to make him feel good. He had listened to you. When you were hesitant, he had encouraged you to trust in him and in yourself. He challenged you in a good way, knowing you could handle these new touches. Clark had told you he knew what was best for you, and see how he had proven it?

Your heart thundered, but you sped up, gripping him tight. You squirmed as he sucked hard at a nipple, sparking jolts of pleasure through you, making your whine at the way his teeth ran across your softness. He groaned. You felt his muscles under your free hand, contracted with so much pressure like he was holding all of himself back. He tried so hard, all for your sake. You would be good for him.

You felt sore and so tired after, and so safe in his embrace.

He kissed you as you fell asleep. Grateful that you could share this with Clark. He would never make you do anything you couldn't handle.

He held your knees wide apart and gorged himself between your legs. You grew sensitive after his eager mouth suckled and licked you so. When you tried to sit up, uttering his name, he yanked you onto your back and kept taking in your sweet slick. His tongue thrust into you, then one finger pushed in that had you whimpering.

Again, you were at his mercy -- no, you were receiving his love, his passion. He was so good to you. You could be good for him.

You hadn't expected so much of his attention tonight, and couldn't help writhing as he kept at you, kissing your sensitive core raw.

When he sat up, you groaned in relief. Clark dropped soft kisses along your hip, murmuring praise. You would have swooned if you weren't already a puddle of buzzing pleasure.

Tonight, he asked to touch you again just so. He missed you, couldn't get you out of his mind, needed to be close to you. Just the tip again, he said.

Now, you were trapped under him. The tip of his cock had found home in you once more. Just as tight of a squeeze as the first time. You wanted to make him feel good again. Just the tip. You could do it.

He was leaving wet kisses up your breastbone, when you felt another bit of his cock slide in.

You winced.

"You're okay. I got you."

A brief rut had you pressing at the side of his ribs. "...Cla..Ah..."

He licked into your mouth. His big paw captured your hand, holding it down. He flexed his hip and you whined at getting split more and more.

"Feel so fucking perfect," he groaned. He filled you so much now, you sobbed, trying to remind him of his promise, but he kissed you, his gravelly voice unrepentant in your ear.

"Knew you could take it. My good girl."

He drew out and thrust slow and slick into you, again and again. Each time he withdrew you felt your pussy clinging to him and you didn't know how but the heat in your center flared hotter and hotter. There was so much of him to fit in, and he had primed you for it, dripping as you were. But you had not been prepared for this, and there so much, so much of him to take.

Resting his forehead on yours, Clark took up all the space in and around you. He was everything, all that you could feel as his hips met the backs of your thighs.

Your body grew taut, ready to combust. Grinding against you lit up that nub of pleasure and you whined with your release. Seeing you lose yourself in climax drove Clark to a frenzy, hips snapping until you couldn't remember how it felt before he claimed you. He growled into the crook of your neck, holding you tight as he came.

As your mind slowly cleared, he shifted you, laid you out on top of him. You felt his hands all over, stroking down your back, kneading your shoulder, squeezing your bottom. His touch, heavy and warm, lulled you away from how overwhelmed you had felt.

Clark knew all along what was good for the both of you.

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Was this supposed to make me sad or horny? Because I'm really confused

I kinda want to cry, it's so sad!! 😭

But Steve

Kinktober Prompt 16: Sex Pollen w/Captain Hydra

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 3,853 Summary: He wasn’t your Steve, not anymore, but as far as he was concerned? You were his and always would be. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Sex pollen. Dub-con. Smut. Angst. Unprotected sex. Dark!Steve Rogers. AU. 18+ only!

A/N: Sooo this may or may not be an AU ficlet from my Harsh Truth series. 👀You don’t need to read that (there’s only one chapter so far lol) for this to make sense, but if you sweat for Captain Hydra!Steve like I do, you may want to! Either way, enjoy! 😘

You never regretted an error in judgment more than you did right now, curled in on yourself, your body on fire, the pain and desperation burning through you so fiercely that you bit straight through your bottom lip until your own blood coated your tongue.

You could blame another long, lifeless week filled with missions and debriefs and training.

Filled with loneliness and sorrow, and the sharp edges of grief.

You were tired. Exhausted, really. A shell of your former self.

A far cry from the agent–and lively woman–you had once been.

You didn’t stop and think that it was strange for a flower delivery to come so late at night. Stranger still that they were just left on your front step instead of a delivery person waiting for your signature.

But you had been so mesmerized by the familiar arrangement and bright splash of colors. You’d cradled the bouquet to your chest, your vision already blurring with tears as you remembered the first time Steve had surprised you with this arrangement, this small gesture of his love for you.

It was like a tortuous form of muscle memory as you held the bouquet close, pressed your face to the soft petals, and breathed in deep.

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by ilonaramona

Sub + Jake Jensen

Calling Andy pretty + during sex

Rough sex + Cole

Anal + Curtis

Thanks for playing, sweet nonnie! ❤️ Okay so I definitely giggled and love the idea of calling Andy "pretty" during sex - that is for sure something my blissed out brain would do, along with lots of petting his floofy hair and beard lol, butttt, you know what, I think Cole's time has finally cum. 😏 He's my priwhoreity!

Cole may be a mega dweeb and a sweet human disaster, but he is also passionate. And like straight up obsessed with you! I can't quite decide which scenario I like more: a fight and then some rough make up sex, or maybe you've been gone on a work trip for a while and it's the first night he's seen you in weeks and he's just pent up AF...but either way, I just feel like rough sex with Cole would be less about domination and more about frustration, ja feel? 😏

Like, he just cannot rein himself in AT ALL. Girl, you and your pussy are in danger. He basically rips your clothes off of you and takes you up against the nearest wall. His kisses are so frantic, and his big, rough hands are framing your face and holding you in place so you can't get away. He doesn't even undress himself all the way, just rips open the front of his jeans and digs out his cock. He has just about an iota of sense left that has his fingers quickly swirling around your clit and playing with your pussy until he feels your slick coating his fingers and then he's shoving home with the kind of relieved groan that has your pussy fluttering in acknowledgment of his desperation for you 😮‍💨 And then it's just hard fucking right up against the wall, the kind of hard, deep strokes that are taking you up onto your tippy toes as Cole's moaning and panting against the crook of your neck. He's kissing and licking at your skin, nipping too, and once he's close, he's just pounding into you and frantically chasing his release, totally mindless and needy and....the wrecked moan he muffles against the top of your chest as he jerks inside of you, his hot, sticky cum flooding your insides as his hips continue to pump and he's holding you tight. 🤌🏻 Then he just kind of sinks against you, completely spent and panting and trembling a little, and you just pet his hair and rub his back and once he's regained a bit more sense, his head pops up and he gives you a sheepish smile and a gravelly, "Hi, beautiful," before he's shifting from urgency to worship, and now it's your turn for some mind-blowing relief.

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Happy: “Kid–,”

Peter, looking absolutely betrayed: “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Happy: “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I swear. I thought you knew.”

Peter, dramatic as hell: “Five years.”

Happy: “Peter–,”

Peter: “I spent five years believing that your god-given name was Happy Hogan.”

Happy: “—I’ll buy you ice cream or something, anything, just please don’t cry—,”

Peter, already tearing up: “I don’t even know who you are anymore, Harold.”

A fucking masterpiece !!

Rouse

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,542 Summary: As far as wake up calls go, this wasn’t the worst. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Unprotected sex. Slight breeding kink if you squint. Soft!Ransom (but he’s hard when it counts 😘). 18+ ONLY.

A/N: Blame (or thank) @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this. I saw this post on her blog and my hoe brain just fucking ran with it. Enjoy, my pretties. Ilu ❤️❤️

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