#˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ thots

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

⋰ ⋱✮ minors dni — suggestive ✮ ⋰ ⋱

♡ notes; been thinking about davids clark since the trailer — movie not out until july be damned, i had to write something

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Clark Kent is easily amused, throwing on a little red lace was more than enough to get a blushed reaction out of him, happily crawling into his lap as soon as his laptop was out of the way.

Superman is harder to read, harder to get ahold of. the second he was in the suit he gained a determination even the passionate, mild-mannered journalist couldn’t grasp.

Of course it didn’t usually make much difference to you, only really seeing the superhero side of him on a screen or in the paper the next day, but it was intriguing. call it curiosity, fantasy, greed even — you couldn’t help but wonder if that side of the man you cared so deeply for was doing more than just protecting you. what if he was holding something back?

you worked up the courage to say something about it when the familiar headline came across the tv; Superman saves! he looked as charming as ever, smiling and waving at the crowd of cameras and heads surrounding him. he was looking right at the camera intentionally, like he was looking right at you.

the blue and red covering him accompanied by the still somehow well-kept hair looked better every time you saw it. the reporters lucky enough to be there were going on and on about how incredible it was but truthfully it was hard to pay attention. the lack of breathlessness, the way he played it off as not a big deal like he didn’t just save the city again, the size of him towering over everyone else, all of it had you completely dazed.

you were all over him as soon as he stepped through the door, standing up on your toes to reach him for a kiss.

“hello to you, too.” a big hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you away from your impromptu attack on his own, tilting his head at you when you frowned in protest.

“I’m all sweaty and gross, let me take my suit off first, alright? then you can kiss me as much as you want. promise.” he punctuated his words with a kiss on your head, unnecessarily picking you up for just a second to move you out of the way before you tugged his wrist to stop him.

“wait, I actually- kinda wanted to talk to you about that.” you let go of his wrist as quickly as you’d grabbed it, anxiously clasping your hands together as he turned back towards you.

“about..?”

“that.” you pointed to his suit like it was obvious, nervously looking up at him.

“my suit? what about it?” you nodded, collecting the words in your head that seemed much more rational when he wasn’t standing over you.

“i think you should keep it on.” he didn’t seem to quite understand what you were getting at, large hand moving over his face in thought as you searched for a way to say it without flat out begging him to keep the suit on and bend you over.

“keep it on.. for you? like, here?” he looked around your shared apartment, eyes wandering over the living room like he was looking for clues until he got back to you, dancing around your words.

“just for a second? you’re always so.. i dunno, different, when you have it on.” you were speaking to him like you’d just gotten together this morning, your eyes stuck on the way the fabric shaped his arms.

“yeah, that’s sorta the point, honey. that’s just to protect my identity, to protect you.” he crossed his arms when he noticed the direction of your pointed gaze, daring you to say just what you meant.

“i know, but don’t you think that’s still you? like that’s just some deeper part of you?” it was glaringly obvious that you really just wanted him to throw you around a little bit — rough you up for the sake of your own filthy desires, but he wanted to give you time to rethink it, and just as bad, he wanted to hear you say it.

“what are you asking?” he stepped closer to you, boots not yet discarded by the door creaking the hard wood floor under them.

“i want to see it. to feel it- that part of you, i mean. i just.. don’t want you to feel like you have to hold anything back from me, clark.”

“sweetheart. that’s real nice but-“ he was trying to avoid the obvious; he didn’t want to really hurt you. it was hard enough avoiding deep bruises from his hard to manage strength just being clark, letting go completely seems almost irrational.

“you’re a lot stronger than me, i know. i can handle it. let me show you, please?” you took his steady hand, your own shakier than you’d like to admit — but you weren’t scared. you’d thought about it for so long it just excited you, clark was always so gentle and sweet with you — and you loved it! but he’d also do just about anything you set your pretty little mind on, and this was no exception.

“that’s really what you want?” he was just about as close as he could get now, listening intently to your heartbeat speeding up as his hands closed around your waist.

“please.”

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

oh my god this is my fucking NICHE

arguing with him over a dish all shift just to share a smoke break and yell in each others faces some more

++ sitting on the counter he just finished cleaning before close so he’ll pick you up and move you <3

and if i say mean!linecook!scott who is literally an asshole to everyone but you and does shit however he likes because he knows he won’t get fired — he’s the best at his job…

ppl always ask “how is someone as sweet as you with him?” and your answer is always “well he’s good to me!”

[bucksangel]

ok so i work at a sex store and so i see a loooottttt of different types of toys and bdsm related stuff and i cannot stop thinking abt soft dark/slightly manipulative!dom!bucky with inexperienced virgin!reader and bucky's determined to be the one to take reader's innocence

[yourlovermori]

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[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

♱ 18+ smut !! ♱

thinking about smoking with simon while u ride him ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ

♱⋰ ⋱✮ he’s convinced he’s corrupted you, turned you into some ‘cockdrunk stoner’, shaking his head at your insistent whines in his annoyingly clothed lap.

“you can’t get what you want all the fuckin’ time.” he griped, stilling your hips that seemed to have a mind of their own. of course he was a hypocrite, still-lit blunt gripped between his fingers pressing into your sides.

“why not?” you pouted, using the hands planted on his chest to lift yourself up and back down again, intent on torturing him just as much as he was you. he could be mean — deny you completely just so you’d really beg him for it, even make you get yourself off on his thigh without any help while he watches, but he couldn’t deny the effect you had on him; currently prevalent in his tightening jeans. he took another drag before grabbing your jaw, exhaling warm smoke into your mouth as your eyes closed.

soon enough you’re grinding on his dick — just lazily rocking your hips while he watches you. you take the blunt from his hand before he gets ash all over the couch, turning it towards him after tapping it against the glass tray on the table next to you, holding it for him so he can keep his hands gripped tight on your waist. your pace only gets more lax as you get higher, a loud smack to your ass reopening your eyes for you.

“c’mon ride it like you mean it. attagirl.”

˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

i think you should cook with the boxer!frank thing🙂‍↔️

YAY I got u <3

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Frank was going through it, blood dripping from his nose to his gloves — something that always made you shiver, grossed out and worried not even halfway through the match. still, he didn’t seem worried at all, giving you a quick half-smile when he noticed your brows furrowing from the crowd. as soon as he got a break you were running up to the ring, collecting his face in your hands like you hadn’t seen it a thousand times, cold water mixing with blood hitting your palms as his coach cleaned his face.

“you okay?” he chuckled at the routine check-up as you turned his face in your hands, surveying the damage you’d later be patching up.

“we’ve been over this sweetheart. I’ll be just fine ‘s long as you’re right over there.” he pointed to the ‘reserved for party of castle’ seat you just abandoned, grabbing your wrists to clean them off like you were the one battered and letting them go with a kiss.

“you go sit over there and watch me win this. go on.” with a kiss to your temple and a handful of his own last name printed over your ass, it was time for round three.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

okay okay, how do u think boxer!frank would react to you crying during sex cuz you missed him all day while he was training ? ☹️

- a crybaby

omfg u and me both babe this is so real 😭

𓆩♡𓆪 18+ smut ! 𓆩♡𓆪

you clung to frank as soon as he walked into your shared apartment, asking him if he needed food or water or a hot bath or —

“will you let me take my shoes off first? you missed me, i know. i missed you too baby, but i’m sweaty and gross right now, see?” he carefully pulled you away from him, holding up his hands clearly in need of some tlc, eyeing your soft white shirt that he couldn’t bear to ruin.

“so let me take care of you!” you moved your hands back to the wide space of his shoulders and pressed your chest into him, frankly not caring whether or not you got a little dirty in the process.

“come on, frankie. you take care of me all the time.” you gave him your best pout, taking his dropped shoulders and lack of further protest as a yes and dragging him to the bathroom.

it really was supposed to be all about him, his sighs of content as you gently patched his hands up and poured some lavender epsom salts in the running water music to your ears. unfortunately this is frank, and he wouldn’t rest until you were soaking in the warm bubbly water with him. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need it too though, long restless nights waiting on him to come back home catching up to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

it was quiet for a while, both of you listening to the others slow breathing as you soaked in the relaxingly scented water. until he pulled you towards him anyway, bringing you into his lap from your curled up position sitting between his legs.

the water splashed around you, leaving behind bubbles on the side of franks mouth and a smile taking its place when you brought them back to the water. he always did say you made him softer.

his hands made their way from your own to your neck, warming your face with just a few kisses. by the time he was actually fucking into you there were already tears pooling in your eyes, pressing your forehead against his to keep him as close as possible.

as soon as a shaky breath and a broken sigh of his name fell from your mouth he was grabbing your face, making you look up at him as the tears fell. “hey what happened, huh? you want me to stop?” you were shaking your head before his last word was out, sniffling as his thumbs wiped the stray tears away.

“no, it feels good. just missed you.” your words were quieter than you meant them to be, interrupted by your own cracking voice, but he still heard you.

“you just missed me that much? ‘s that right?” and the tears were back, nodding as you moved to hide your face in the side of his neck.

“y’know you could’ve just asked me to stay, sweetheart.”

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

I MUST KNOW.. what are your thoughts on Simon with a s/o who’s a crybaby …..

YAY thank u for asking i love a crybaby thats #mefr ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

ʚɞ ⁺˖ simon isn’t exactly a crier, so the first time you get upset over something small he gets a little uneasy — looking over at you all confused while he drives and you try to explain through sniffles that nothings really wrong before he pulls over.

“what is that, what’re you- crying? something happened in the two seconds I wasn’t looking at you?” his eyes are darting back and forth between the road and your face, moving one of his hands to the back of your head in an attempt to soothe you the best he could.

“no—nothings wrong it’s just- i had a lot of fun today. with you, and i don’t want it to end.” that seemed to ease his nerves, sighing and loosening his grip on the wheel.

“shit, it that all? i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

after that he’s more understanding, he can usually tell when something will make you cry and he does his best to keep you in mind — even if it’s ultimately unavoidable ♡

ʚɞ ⁺˖ he’s not the best at words of comfort but he’s always up to holding you curled up in his lap, letting you cry into his shirt while he rubs your back and offers up whatever he’s smoking

ʚɞ ⁺˖ if you start crying somewhere public he’ll bring your head to his shoulder, asking if you want to step out for a second and glaring at anyone that looks at you any way he deems unkind, quick to tell them to fuck off before you even notice

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

thinking about treating scott like a princess ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ

he’d gripe and groan about how long it takes you to get ready, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom looking down at his watch ever so often as you sat on the counter finishing your makeup.

“the tornado won’t care if your eyeshadow or whatever looks perfect. can we go yet?”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he’d chew his gum and impatiently cross his arms while he waited on you in the dressing room, nodding along as you talked about the fabric and fit of whatever you were trying on next, taking mental note to just give you his card and get the little fashion show at home next time.

“just buy them both, yeah? if we don’t leave soon they’ll lock us in here.” he’s a sassy man! of course if you called him that to his face he’d give you a mean look and make you call him sir before doing anything else. like that wouldn’t prove your point.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he treated you like a princess most of the time, and now it was his turn.

“come on, scotty just try it!” you pouted, holding out the face mask package matching the one currently on your face.

“fine, but this is a one time thing, alright? don’t try to make this a habit ‘cause its not gonna happen.” he rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bathroom counter, letting you get closer without leaning down so you could actually reach him, forcing you to stand on your tip-toes as you put it on him.

you knew the fluffy headband was a stretch but his hair getting in the way and irritating him made it easier to pull off, leaving you with an unamused pretty princess of a boyfriend, mostly interested in keeping you tame while making up for all the time he had to spend away from you.

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

boxer!frank + reader who can’t help but bite on his big arms when they’re laying together ପ(๑ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ଓ

“christ, kid. y’know you got a real problem?” he’d gripe, looking down as you kept his arm in your mouth like a piece of meat, shaking his head at the previous marks littering his bicep. if you were particularly mouthy or whiney he’d shove two fingers in your mouth instead, keeping his arms just out of reach until you learned your lesson <3

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

reader comforting boxer!frank after a rough fight 🥹

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“come on now, don’t look at me like that.”

“your poor nose.” it was the first time you could remember frowning when you walked up to him, filled with worry looking over the bruises and smeared blood on his face. logically you knew he was fine, a little neosporin and some ice would fix him right up, but seeing him hurt even when he was a willing participant made you all but grimace.

“i’ll be alright.” he assured you, dragging your hand from his cheek to his lips to kiss your palm with all the softness of someone who wasn’t just in the middle of a boxing ring. he couldn’t help but push you away even if he didn’t mean to, but you wouldn’t let him get away that easy.

“i know, castle. but i still gotta take care of you. that’s not just on you, you know?” he nodded, just barely, busying himself with tracing his fingers over the back of your hand still over his jaw.

“let’s go get you cleaned up.” you said it softly but it wasn’t a request, wrapping an arm around him just as he did the same.

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

omg u write for simon .. he’s so bf ౨ৎ

i just need to follow him around like a lost puppy and he’s just like get tf away from me i’m a bad influence and ur just tilting your head like “but your nice to me :( and u make me happy :(“

i do and he is !!! this is so sweet </3

“come on, si, just let me come with you. you’re not that bad.” you protested, stomping behind him as he walked to the truck. he usually stayed over after a fun night together, even took you out to breakfast the next morning, but tonight he insisted that he had some business to take care of that you were just ‘too good’ for.

“look- I am, and you can’t. I’ll be back real quick and we can do whatever you want then, yeah?” he was always annoyingly persuasive and even though you wanted to cross your arms and get in the truck anyway, the smoke scented hands coming up to grab your face for a kiss were convincing you otherwise.

“you promise?” the everpresent pout on your face made his eyes roll, nodding your own head with his hands.

“yeah, yeah. now get back inside, got somethin’ real special with your name on it for when I get back.”

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

Random but I always think of Simon getting really touchy in public and acting like he’s not doing anything 🫠

wait YEAH .

♡ 18+ smut ! ♡

“shh, hey, you want them to hear you? quit fuckin’ whining.” he grumbled, the tug at the corner of his mouth giving away his lack of real grit.

truthfully he couldn’t care less if anyone saw let alone heard. if anything, your noises were just a sign he was doing his job well. you cared though, evident in the way your thighs were clamped around his hand under your skirt, biting your lip so as not to give the other bus riders just a few seats away from you a real show.

but how could you not? it wasn’t your fault you had a bad day, and it definitely wasn’t your fault that your boyfriends’ response was to soothe you with a few thick fingers creeping up the inside of your thighs. you were still focused on giving him all the little details about your day while he focused on rubbing your clit through the dampening fabric of your underwear, listening intently to the way you started stumbling over your words as he pushed the useless garment out of his way.

“c’mon, keep going. what’d you do after that?”

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

Do you have any thoughts on Scott Miller🧏 it’s so hard to find anyone who writes for him

there are a few different accounts I love that post for him !! you just have to know where to look (deep in the scott miller tag lmfao)

anyways my scott hc of the day is that if you bring a book or a project to work on during a work trip he’ll be quizzing you about it on the way back - asking you what you learned, and more importantly, if it was worth it to tune him out half the drive 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[bucksangel]

ok i lied i might make it a mini series

ok but…. seriously… Game of Thrones au???