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Thor showing you his bulge in his briefs please?🙈🙈

You stared down at Thor's bulge, disbelief and confusion on your face; you reached out, pulled the hem of the briefs out to peek in, and your eyes widened. You glanced back at a very proud, very smug Thor, "I—"

"Don't worry, dear heart, I'm no monster," he pecks your temple, promising to be gentle.

[cloningfailure]

“Is thi…this Rory?” 

█ ▌ @drcwningvoices​   █ ▌ Rory

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Okay but being sandwiched between Batman and Superman in that hot spring on that cover would cure my depression 🥵😭🥵

“Do you have to wear the mask in the spring?” You teased, head leaned back and laid on Bruce’s shoulder. The man in question had left a handful of hickeys along your skin.

“It’s called immersion,” Clark laughed, as he came back up for air. You could feel the imprint of his teeth still healing from where he’s spent the past hour and a half between your legs.

“Don’t encourage him, Clark, next thing you know I’ll be fucked on the side of some Gotham tower.”

“You like it,” Bruce snorted, biting your ear in retaliation to the teasing, you swat his arm, huffing softly.

“Don’t fight you two,” Clark quipped, going back underwater, he slings your legs over his shoulders, and gets back to sucking your dick.

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Justice League Zeus: "Ah, long time no see! How long has it been, a few thousand years--?"

Reader: *smacks him* "I was a STATUE."

Zeus: "--well, yes, but--" *Reader smacks him again* "Ooh, I've missed you--" *grabs Reader's hips and yanks him close*

Reader: "Seriously?"

Zeus: "What? You're sexy when you're angry. A lot of people are, actually--"

Reader: "...yeah, suddenly you and Hera are making a lot more sense--"

“Ah, long time no see,” Zeus grinned when he saw you, how long has it been? A few thousand years?”

“Did you miss me?” You asked, having stepped out from Zeus’ arms, “Did you look for me? Or did you find some other man to fuck?”

“No!” Zeus hisses, softening, “No, never.” He gathers you in his arms again, pressing his head against yours. “I wish I could have devoted my eternity to finding you, I do, I really do.”

You hide your face in his chest, “Seriously? Why didn’t you?” You whisper with a harsh longing, and a hurt tone. Zeus doesn’t reply, squeezing you gently in his arms instead. You grimace at his silence, drawing back and slapping him when he doesn’t answer again. “I WAS A STATUE!”

“Well, yes but—“ Zeus stammers, and you backhand him again, shaking, striking a God tended to be a terrible choice. “Oh, you’re sexy when you’re angry. A lot of people are, actually—“

You pause, still shaking, sighing in disbelief, “Suddenly, you and Hera make a lot more sense together,” you sneered and for the first time in your interaction, Zeus’ expression darkens.

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Asking Bucky if you can put your hands down his pants?

Bucky lifts his newspaper and looks down at you, you’re both laid down on the couch, you atop him swinging your legs idly with a grin. “Can I help you, doll?”

You tug at the waistband of his pants, “Can I put my hands down your pants, Buck?”

Bucky snorts, “Sure thing.” He goes back to his reading, you unbutton his pants, and pull down his underwear as much as you can before playing around with his dick.

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You and Arthur staying completely naked in the house while doin cute domestic shit

“Arthur, I’m holding a hot spatula,” you warned him with a chuckle, Arthur had been stealing pancakes when he could, willing to brave the slightly scalded fingers for a taste of pancakes.

“And we’re ass naked,” he retorts, eating another pancake, there weren’t that many left. He hugs you and kisses away the faux annoyance from your expression, replacing it with a cheery laughter.

You switched off the stove and placed what little pancakes were left on the other side of the counter while Arthur moved from you to make two cups of tea. You have to shoo him away every few minutes when he leans in for a kiss and nearly escalates to kitchen sex. "Focus," you tease him.

"I'm multitasking," he counters, jumping when you pinch his bare ass in passing.

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"Relax." John turns to glare at you, but you hold his head firmly, keeping his gaze at the door; your other hand unbuckles his belt; he grips the armrest, shallow breaths leaving him as he did his best to follow the order. "There we go," your voice close to his ear; he feels the anger almost dissipate.

You take his cock out, and he doesn't buck against your hand as fervently as he'd once done, obediently waiting for you to make the first move. "You're learning quick, aren't you?" You move your hand to his mouth, silencing the pleading whimpers as you jerk him off. The armrest bends, and he shudders; he's not the Homelander when he's in your hands. He's your good boy - obedient, pliant - always chasing the high your praise brings him.

"What do you think people would say if they saw you like this?" You laugh lowly; John's head cranes back, "Imagine that." Not many people are up and about in the building this time of night, and it's not the first time you'd done this - last week, he'd spoken out of turn, you'd bent him over your lap, and spanked him till his ass was red. He mewls when he cums, back arching slightly before falling back against you, turning in your hold when you direct him to do so, and eagerly licks away the cum on your hands.

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Aaron Hotchner's husband coming to his work to give him his lunch he forgot and the team is shocked that he has a husband and one who looks like he was sculpted by the gods

Maybe also Aaron telling the team that's his and no one is allowed to flirt with him, reader then flirting with Aaron in front of the team just to tease him

Aaron 'I don't need rest I'm perfectly fine' Hotchner having a husband that's sculpted by the gods, and everyone in the team is trying to piece together a timeline because when? how? Said husband walks in with Hotch's lunch, and when Hotch speaks to him, it's like a cliche in a movie - his eyes soften, and he smiles; yes, Hotch smiles, but like this, smile is soft and small. Also, flustered Hotch? Love it, personally, I like the idea that his ears go red first and he has to cover them for a while after you've left.

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What’s Steve Roger’s dick like?

It’s a good size, slipping down your throat without much issue, curving just enough to make it easy to suck on like a lollipop.

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Arthur Curry: "You seriously don't remember why you got turned into a statue?"

Reader: "No, I don't! But come on, what could I have possibly done that would justify--"

Reader: *flashbacks to riding Zeus like a bull, a murderous looking Hera looming overhead*

Reader: "....okay, maybe a little my fault--"

"A little?" Arthur raised his brow, curious to understand the circumstances.

"Ok, maybe a lot," you replied, remembering how greatly you enjoyed being flaunted around Olympus by Zeus; with no womb to plant his progeny, he could enjoy you without the threat of Hera killing you, or so he hoped. As did you.

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DC!Zeus: "We defeated Darkseid! Now there is one thing we must do--"

Reader: "Go back to Olympus and have sky-shattering glad to be alive sex?"

Zeus: "Well, actually I--" *watches Reader stride off and remembers he's Zeus, passes the Motherboxes to Artemis* "You can handle this, I trust you, sweetie." *jogs after Reader*

Artemis: *rolls eyes*

You're barely a few steps ahead when Zeus sweeps you off your feet and runs the rest of the way, "You'd think they're dying with how horney they are," Artemis grimaces.

Apollo snorts, "Just be glad they can't pop out, kids; at the pace, they fuck, they're like rabbits on steroids."

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Okay wait but Butcher fucking you slow and sweet though, murmuring soft praises and compliments while keeping his eyes on yours. Tells you how good you feel and look while you take him and covers your face in kisses. Sigh.

I need him to deep fuck me the same way you deep clean a room

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It was common secrecy that you and Daemon often spent nights tangled in each other's arms, a matter allowed only for the reason that it kept Daemon from enacting his roguish tendencies.

"No, no, no, I've already missed the morning—Daemon!" you shriek when his cold hands run along your skin. It's often a game between the two of you - Daemon, in search of warmth, would pounce and lay his freezing hands on your warm skin. "You would leave a prince of the realm on his deathbed?" he pouted, reaching out for you again.

You smacked his hands away, "When his hands are as cold as the North's ass? Yes, besides, I doubt Otto's going to be happy with how late I am."

"Your cousin…” he begins.

"Is an ass? I know Daemon; I grew up with him," you return to him briefly, placing a brief kiss on his lips; you dart away before he can trap you underneath him again.

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Robb sitting on your face getting eaten out when someone walks in wanting to get you guys to go to the conference room

Robb shuddered, biting his lip as he felt your tongue plunge deeper, he'd been worried you might break your neck, but you'd brushed him off and held him down by his thighs as you feasted on his arse. He rides when he remembers to, his mind preoccupied with getting lost in the sensation, so lost in the fact that Robb hardly notices the knock on the door and is surprised when a counselor walks in to demand your presence.

The counselor shrieks in surprise and covers his eyes, running out of the room in a frenzy, Robb would love to go help the counselor and perhaps console him, but he leaves that for whoever finds the man. It's not like he could move while you were busy enjoying yourself.

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Pfffffft okay hear me out Hera catches Reader and Zeus doing the naked horizonal tango on a cloud or something and curses them to turn to stone or puts them to sleep or whatever--

Centuries later Arthur Curry finds and breaks the seal in an old temple deep underwater and is rewarded with a very confused, very naked Reader coming to life and tumbling into his lap--

(Reader takes a bit to adjust to the whole "losing literal centuries and waking up in a different time thing, but charming the pants (literally) off the mind-meltingly hot seeming reincarnation of one of their old lovers Poseidon softens the blow, you know??)

If reader finds the reincarnations of Hades and Zeus then he can have them all together

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Ned Stark and Hightower!Reader: *on diplomatic visit to Dorne or something*

Oberyn: *eyeing them thoughtfully* "...you two are sleeping together, aren't you?"

Hightower!Reader: "Only when we're done having sex."

Ned: *chokes on water*

“Oh I like this you,” Oberyn laughed, “you’re funny,” he grunts, holding your hips in place so he can fuck you in tandem with Ned. “You’re cute, and gods, you make diplomatic visits more fun.”