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I had no idea how to start this (I never do), but I tried so I hope you enjoy!!
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings: smut
Your make-out session was getting more intense, after not seeing each other for almost 2 weeks straight, as a result of a supposed quick mission unravelling. And as the days prolonged the desire for each other grew, so after Steve walked through the door to your shared apartment you two were quick to get started making up for lost time.
You grind yourself on him, the material of his jeans pressing on your clothed clit making you moan. Your hand find his belt attempting to undo it making Steve impatiently pull you away.
"let me" he says tossing it across the room, and as you hover over him he slides the denim down along with his boxers. his lips back on yours, you push your underwear aside and align him with your entrance, slowly sinking on him making both of you let out a deep satisfied groan.
You start moving, setting the pace. His hands find your breasts squeezing and playing with them. You continue riding him, your palms flat on his chest and he moves down to grip your waist.
Sultry jazz plays in the background as you kiss the music slow and sensual but you were far from it. Your arms wrap around his neck, Steve's head tilts giving him more access to you.
Cupping his head you move down kissing his lips, cheeks, and neck. Your skin glows from the sweat, your mind hazy, chest heavy and pressed to his. Steve groans as you suck on his collarbone leaving red marks. He tightens his grip on your waist, moving you with him. His hips buckle as you clench under him. Your movements become sloppier. Your eyes lock on one another as you both chase for release.
You both come undone, Steve spilling it to you as he helps ride out your orgasm.
"Fuckkk, you're amazing" he mutters against your lip, smiling at you with flushed checks
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You know what pisses me the fuck off
Woman are not defined and should not be defined by our fucking relationship status.
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Sorry this is kind of short but I’m trying to change that in future fics :)
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Warnings: kissing? And a suggestive comment, fluff
You lay on Stiles' bed, doodling hearts on his cast. Playing lacrosse with a group of werewolves had unsurprisingly turned out to be a bad idea, resulting in a trip to the ER due to a broken arm. Fortunately, it was only a practice session, so not too many people witnessed him wailing in pain and refusing anyone's help, which, of course, made you and the whole squad burst into fits of laughter.
"My big baby," you teased, signing your name with even more hearts next to it and putting down the marker. "My reaction was 100% understandable, so I have no idea what you mean," Stiles turned his face away from you. "Imagine getting body-slammed to the ground by a 170-pound dude charging at you THAT fast," he added, turning toward you with a raised eyebrow.
"Whose great idea was it to let you play, anyway? Oh right, it was you," you shook your head, getting a weak smile from Stiles. "Well, at least cause you're not playing, I have you all to myself." You propped yourself up and met his face, leaning in for a kiss. "And because you're such a big baby, I'll help out with anything you need as your arm heals and all."
"Anything?" Stiles asked with a smirk. You gave him a light chuckle in response. "Really Stiles?," you said, planting another kiss on his face
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Trying not to reuse words to often is such a hustle😭
It's currently 1 am and my brain isn't functioning right but I’m trying to at least finish a decent draft by tonight.
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What kind of pov would you like to see me write from
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