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loveroffemmes · 2 days ago

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Eager | Natalie Scatorccio x Fem! Reader

warnings: SMUT, g!p natalie, extremely desperate natalie

summary: you look really good and natalie needs to fuck you.

“Natalie, do you think I look good?” I asked, tugging at the bottom of my dress as I glanced between the mirror and Natalie.

Natalie stood behind me, her eyes raking over my outfit before audibly swallowing, “Really good.” Her arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back right against her, and her very noticeable bulge. That was all it really took for Natalie; just one look at me and she was a mess.

“Nat, baby,” I cooed, turning around in her arms to face her, “Are you hard?”

Natalie blushed, nodding, “I wanna fuck you in that dress.” Natalie breathed out, her hands immediately moving to her belt to undo it, “Need you right now, (Y/n).”

Natalie undid her belt, throwing it on the floor of my bedroom somewhere before grabbing onto my hips and leading me towards my own bed, “You look so pretty.” Natalie groaned as she turned me around so that my back was pressed against hers.

Natalie bent me over my bed, her hand was on my back to make sure I couldn’t move out of the position that Natalie deemed ‘perfect’. Natalie hiked up my dress with her unoccupied hand before unzipping her jeans and taking them off. Natalie was always so eager, groaning about how she was so hard that it was painful and that having such a hot girlfriend was such a pain for only that reason.

Natalie’s hips jerked forward, grinding her concealed bulge against my ass as she groaned. She couldn’t decide between grinding against me to relieve her cock or whether or not to take off her boxers so that she could properly fuck me. Natalie’s hand pushed on my back, pinning me to the bed as she grinded her cock against me. I could feel the wet pre-cum stain on her boxers pushing against me with each thrust against my ass.

“Fuck, fuck…Do you even understand how good you look?!” Natalie groaned, her hips moving faster, “You look so good bent over like this – you drive me insane. I can hardly think of anything else except for using you.” Natalie’s hands moved to my hips, moving my hips in rhythm with hers as she grinded against me, “You always look so pretty for me, all dressed up – it’s like you’re teasing me on purpose.”

Natalie grinding her concealed boner against me, working me up with every thrust, “Natalie, please fuck me.”

Natalie eagerly pulled down her boxers, her hands keeping my dress pinned up as she continued to grind against me while she moaned. It was like she couldn’t be apart for one second; even as she took off her boxers, her hips never slowed down and she continuously pressed her cock against me as she did so. Her cock pushed through my wet folds as she rutted against me, “So wet, fuck.” Natalie’s cock twitched as she lubed up her cock more and more with each thrust, “I-I need to feel you, can I?” Natalie barely waited for a response, her twitching cock poking at my entrance.

“Yes, please.”

Natalie pushed her tip forward, moaning once she was even an inch inside me, “You’re so tight.” Natalie’s cock twitched more and I could hear her swear underneath her breath about needing to hold it. Natalie pushed her hips forward, sliding inch after inch into me. I could feel Natalie’s thighs shaking as she attempted to restrain herself, making sure to go as slow as possible to allow me to get used to her size, “C-Can I go faster?”

“Ye—” The second the first syllable left my lips, Natalie was speeding up. She was ramming her cock into me while her hand grabbed my ass, the other locking my hip into place.

Natalie bottomed out with each thrust, loving the feeling of filling me up. It didn’t take long before Natalie’s hips stuttered and her moans got louder. Natalie continued to thrust into me, even as she came. Natalie refused to slow down, wanting to help me get off as quickly as she could. It didn’t matter how sensitive her cock was now, she needed to get me off. Natalie fucked her cum back into me, her hands grabbing at my ass and hips to slam me against her.

I felt full and Natalie was grinding right against my g-spot, it felt too good. If Natalie wasn’t holding my lower body, I would have fallen onto her bed due to how hard my thighs were shaking, “You’re getting even tighter…” Natalie groaned, “Fuck, how are you so tight?” Natalie’s thrusts slowed, she was still trying to thrust into me even as I tightened around her cock.

“I-I’m gonna cum again, (Y/n).” Natalie moaned, her hips locking into place as she thrusted into me fully for one more time as we both came, Natalie filling me up even more as her nails clawed at my hips. I could feel my eyes roll back with each twitch of her cock inside me, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Natalie whimpered. The room was filled with whimpers, pants, and Natalie repeating over and over again, “You’re so pretty…Fuck, you look even better with me inside of you…”

Natalie pulled out just barely and whimpered, “I-I can’t, (Y/n)...it feels too good.” Natalie’s hips bucked forward again, not wanting to pull out at all because of how good I felt. She always struggled to stop fucking me, to not go for a ridiculous amount of rounds and hours. She acted like she was practically addicted to me and a part of me felt like she actually was.

“I love you.” Natalie panted out, more out of breath from struggling to leave me than from fucking me.

“I love you too, Natalie.”

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loveroffemmes · 3 days ago

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Superglue : Crushes

Superman!Lottie Matthews x Reporter!Reader

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A/N: saw an edit of superman this morning and felt the urge to write this 🤲🏼 i also did not proof read this 😭 sorry

Charlotte wondered about you the second she got a job with daily planet. You seemed to have this enigma about you. You were so sure, so magnetic, so hotheaded, so curious, so….beautiful. It made you the best reporter. Though Charlotte was sure it was something no one would willingly admit. Unless you were the Chief Perry. Who thinks that would entice everyone to step up their game.

Charlotte was so opposite. She felt unsure, antimagnetic, soft around the edges, maybe not as beautiful. She was curious though, and she was sure about a few things. Charlotte couldn’t help it with her crush on you. You made it too easy. She saw right through you.

You kept throwing her bones, in this sly, you could miss it kind of way if you weren’t paying attention. But Charlotte always way. She had to be extra observant in an effort to become invisible. Charlotte saw the way you were kind in measured ways. You were loud and boisterous, but the more she watched the more she was sure it was a mask.

Because then she’d catch these glimpses of you. Late in the office, pen cap in between your teeth, with these unsure eyes. Pouring yourself over a story, an article, research like it was something as precious as birth. She’d see the way you’d defend bite back when a stray jab was swung at Misty. The way you tenderly touched Jackie’s arm, and drove her home when she’s had too much to drink.

You’re the most untrusting and pessimistic as they come. But you cared so deeply. No one saw that. Charlotte did. Charlotte is sure it’s why you hate her. Because she sees you for what you really are.

“I did not hate you.” You gasp, nudging charlotte’s leg with your foot.

Charlotte’s smile widened at the action, but her eyebrows raised in disbelief. “You did. It’s okay I won you over in the end. Love always trumps hate.” She says a matter of fact. You roll your eyes, your arms crossed over your chest as you laid across from her on your couch.

“So let me get this right. You had a crush on me because you thought I hated you?” You repeat back biting back a smile.

You watch Charlotte’s smile fall fast, and you have to stop the laughter from bubbling out of you. It was so easy to mess with her. “W-were…were you not even listening at all? I had a crush on you because you care, and and when you smiled the whole room lit up, and you’d look at me and see me, n-not to mention—” You rose from your laid back position and crawled over to Charlotte, her eyes widening and the words in her mouth dying at the action alone.

Her face was bright red by the time you got to her lap. Straddling it, and your arms wrapping around her shoulders, your hand curled at the nape of her neck. Charlotte swallows hard, and her hands hold your waist firmly, as if she needs the grounding. You tilt your head and search her face. Your heart aching at the pure confusion and sparks of want meeting your gaze. You give her a small smile.

“Want to know a secret?” You asked in a low voice.

Charlotte nods quickly, eyes wide, like she’s bracing herself, and you chuckle at the sight. Your fingers graze her jaw, tracing it like its a line that demanded to be followed to her lips. You feel her shiver underneath you. Your eyes linger on her lips, before flickering to meet her big brown eyes.

“The thing that made me fall in love with you…” Your voice catches, softer now. “It wasn’t your smile, though God, that helps. Or the way you blush every time I look at you too long.” You smirk when her ears turn pinker, but your tone turns reverent. “It was how you see the good. In everything. In everyone. Even when there’s nothing to find, you go looking. You trust too much. You’re painfully optimistic. And you—” you swallow, your hand tightening slightly at her neck, “you saw something in me. Something good. Even when I was sure there wasn’t any.”

Charlotte’s eyes flicker, wet at the corners, but she holds your gaze.

You sigh, a small, broken laugh leaving you. “And that… might be the sexiest thing ever. You make me want to be good, Lottie. Make me want to be exactly what you see. And that terrifies me, but…” You lean in, your forehead against hers, your breath brushing her lips. “…it also makes me want you more than I can stand.”

Charlotte lets out a trembling breath, her hands flexing at your waist as if she doesn’t trust herself to hold you too tightly. Your forehead rests against hers, your chest heaving like you’ve just run across the city instead of simply spoken your heart. Charlotte’s eyes are huge, shining, her breath trembling against your lips.

“You already are,” she whispers, voice unsteady but sure. “Exactly what I see.” The words hit you hard, but before you can reply, she adds even softer, like a prayer meant only for you. “You are good. You are the best part of me.”

You freeze. The words bloom inside your chest, bursting through every wall you’ve spent years stacking around yourself. For once, you can’t find anything clever to say. All you can do is look at her—really look—at her flushed cheeks, at the way she’s holding you like she’s afraid you’ll slip away, at the unshakable belief in her eyes.

And then you’re gone.

Your lips crash into hers, desperate and hot, swallowing the rest of her words. Your hand fists in her hair, pulling her closer, and Charlotte makes a startled, breathless sound against your mouth before melting, kissing you back with everything she’s been holding in. Tender turns reckless, quiet turns blazing, until the only thing left between you is the taste of each other and the thud of your hearts trying to keep up.

You don’t know how long the kiss lasts—seconds, minutes, maybe hours. All you know is that when you finally pull back, you’re breathless, your lips tingling, and Charlotte looks absolutely wrecked in the most beautiful way. Her lashes are heavy, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling like she just ran laps.

You can’t help the little laugh that spills out of you, shaky and giddy. “God, you—” You break off, burying your face against her shoulder, grinning into the curve of her neck. “You ruin me, you know that?”

Charlotte’s laugh is just as shaky, but it breaks with relief, with joy. Her arms wrap tighter around you, holding on like she might never let go. “That’s funny,” she murmurs, voice muffled in your hair. “Because you make me whole.”

The words undo you all over again, and you tip your head back to look at her, your forehead bumping clumsily into hers. You both laugh at the awkward little knock, and it’s stupid and sweet and so perfectly her.

You lean in for another kiss, softer this time, slow and reverent, your lips brushing hers like a secret instead of a storm. And when you finally pull away, both of you smiling like idiots, Charlotte whispers, “Stay here tonight. Please.”

The kiss doesn’t end. Not really. It just changes—fiery, needy, then slower, then tender, then fierce again, until the two of you are tangled together on the couch like neither of you could bear the thought of letting go. Every time you try to breathe, Charlotte steals another kiss, and you gladly let her. You lose track of time, of words, of everything but the press of her mouth, the warmth of her hands, the way she sighs your name like a prayer.

Eventually, exhaustion wins out, and you both collapse into each other, lips swollen, breaths shallow, hearts hammering in perfect unison. Sleep takes you there—wrapped up, still clinging, like if either of you let go, the world would slip out of balance. But it isn’t sleep that wakes you.

It’s the sound.

Sirens. Shrieking, endless, urgent. And then—boom. The kind of sound that shakes the glass in the windows, rattles the frames on the walls. You jolt upright, disoriented, heart racing. Charlotte stirs beside you, rubbing her eyes, hair mussed and lips still red from the night before. “What… what’s happening?” she mumbles, voice groggy.

Another crash answers her—a sound like a skyscraper’s spine snapping. You both turn toward the window just in time to see the impossible: a hulking silhouette moving between buildings, each step sending tremors up through the floor. A monster, massive, tearing through Metropolis like it was made of paper.

“Shit,” you whisper, scrambling to your feet.

Charlotte’s already on hers, every trace of sleep gone, her face hardening with a resolve you know all too well. She spares you one last look, soft and fleeting, like she’s trying to memorize you in case—No. You can’t think that.

“Stay inside,” she says quickly, already pulling on her boots. Charlotte’s boots hit the floor and she’s already halfway to the window when you catch her wrist. “Like hell I will.”

She turns, startled, and for a moment you see the flicker of fear in her eyes—not for herself, but for you. She swallows hard, torn between fear and the fire in her chest. And for a single suspended second, the two of you stand there in the half-light of morning, last night still clinging to your lips, while the city roars in pain just outside your door.

Without a word, she pulls you to her, kissing you hard, like she’s trying to burn the shape of your mouth into memory. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, dizzy, aching. When she finally pulls back, her hand stays on your cheek, warm and trembling just slightly. Her thumb brushes once, tender, before her voice cracks quiet against the chaos outside.

“Stay. Please. Don’t… don’t do anything reckless.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. The weight of her request presses heavy against your chest, and you know she can see the conflict in your eyes. Charlotte’s lips part in a soft, resigned sigh, and she shakes her head with a rueful smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I don’t know why I bother…” She leans in just once more, her forehead resting against yours. Then, softer still “Don’t get hurt.”

And with that, she’s gone.

A rush of wind, a blur of red and blue, and Charlotte Matthews is no longer standing in your living room. She’s streaking across the sky, heading straight into the jaws of the monster tearing the city apart. You’re left standing in the silence she leaves behind, your skin still tingling from her kiss, the echo of her plea hanging in your ears.

Charlotte drove her shoulder into the monster’s chest, forcing it back against the crumbling facade of a skyscraper. Every muscle in her body ached from the pounding it had already given her, but she refused to show weakness. Not here. Not now. The city needed her steady, unshakable.

She struck again, a blow so sharp and clean it echoed like thunder, and the beast faltered, collapsing into the cratered street. And still—her mind slipped. Just for a second. To you. To the stubborn silence you’d given her when she asked you to stay. To the smile tugging at your lips as if you’d already made up your mind. That flash of warmth in your eyes that rattled her more than any monster’s roar.

The hesitation almost cost her—claws grazed her side, ripping fabric and skin before she blasted the creature down with heat vision. She steadied herself, lips curling into a snarl, forcing every thought out of her head except one: end this. So she did. One last, brutal strike drove the monster into the pavement, where it lay heaving, defeated, before finally falling still.

The cheers rose instantly. Sirens cut sharper through the air now, the ground crew rushing in, firefighters dousing flames, EMTs pulling the injured to safety. Charlotte floated above it all for a moment, her chest rising hard with each breath, hair tangled with dust and sweat.

Then she saw you.

Standing across the street, notebook in one hand, camera strap slung across your chest, Misty crouched beside you snapping photos. Both of you were covered in soot, dust streaking your faces, the chaos written into your clothes. And you were staring straight at her.

Something twisted tight in Charlotte’s chest. Relief. Anger. The sharp, impossible pull of wanting to wrap you in her arms right there in the open and never let you go. Instead, she forced a smile, nodding once before turning away—fingers still trembling from everything she couldn’t say.

The apartment was dark, save for the faint glow from the city spilling through the blinds. You pushed the door open, kicking off your shoes with a sigh, and froze. Charlotte was sitting on the couch. Still in her suit.

Her cape draped like torn silk across the cushions, boots planted firmly on the floor, but her shoulders—those indestructible shoulders—sloped forward, heavy with something you couldn’t name. When she lifted her gaze to you, the look she gave was a quiet storm: worry and yearning, exhaustion written in the soft lines around her eyes.

You set your bag down carefully, studying her, before trying to break the weight in the air. “We should order pizza, shouldn’t we?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and to your surprise Charlotte laughed—loud, unguarded, almost startled out of herself. It echoed against the walls, a sound that made your chest ache. You crossed the room slowly, and before you could say another word, her hands found you. Strong but trembling, tugging you down until she could bury her face into your stomach, pressing into you like she needed proof you were there.

Your breath caught. Her whole body slumped against you, the tension in her frame finally giving way. You cradled her head, your fingers sliding through her tangled hair as your heart sank. She could move mountains, stop monsters, hold up the sky if she had to—yet here she was, undone in your arms. And all you could do was hold her tighter, as if you could somehow carry the weight for her, just this once.

Her breath warmed your shirt, her cheek pressed firm against your stomach. You felt the tremor in her shoulders before she spoke, her voice muffled but sharp with honesty. “I saw you today,” she whispered. “In the debris. With Misty.”

You froze, your hand stilled in her hair. “I thought—” She broke off, pulling in a shaky breath. When she tilted her face up to you, her eyes shone, glassy with everything she’d held back. “I thought I was too late. That I’d lost you.”

Your chest clenched. “Charlotte…”

Her lips quirked into the faintest, helpless smile, though her voice stayed raw. “I can fight monsters. Stop buildings from falling. But the thought of you out there…” She shook her head, pressing her face back against you like she couldn’t bear to look at you any longer. “It terrifies me.”

You bent down, pressing your lips to her hair, whispering into the strands. “I know. I’m sorry. But I’m okay. I’m right here.”

Her hands tightened on your waist, almost desperate. “You don’t get it. You’re—” She faltered, then sighed, her words tumbling out quiet, fragile. “You’re the one thing I can’t lose.”

The room went still. Your heart hammered, heavy with the weight of her confession. You lowered yourself carefully onto the couch beside her, guiding her head against your chest this time, your arms wrapping around her. “You’re not going to lose me,” you murmured. “Not now. Not ever.”

Her sigh shook against you, but her body softened, some of the tension finally unwinding as she let herself believe you. Her breath steadied against your chest, slower now, though her hands still clutched at your shirt like she was afraid you might vanish if she let go. You brushed her hair back from her face, tilting her chin up gently until her gaze met yours.

Her eyes—storm-tossed and weary, but impossibly soft when they landed on you.

You leaned in before you could think better of it. The kiss started feather-light, more reassurance than hunger, but the moment her lips parted beneath yours, it deepened—need slipping into comfort, comfort into something heady. Her hand slid up to the back of your neck, anchoring you there, as if she didn’t want to risk the world taking you away.

When you finally pulled back, her forehead pressed to yours, her breath shaky, you whispered with a small smile, “We should order that pizza now, shouldn’t we?”

For a beat, her expression was blank, caught between surprise and disbelief, and then Charlotte laughed again. Really laughed, loud and unguarded, the sound warming the space between you like sunlight.

She shook her head, still smiling, her hand trailing down your arm until her fingers tangled with yours. “God, you’re ridiculous,” she said softly, fondness lacing every word.

“Mm,” you teased, already reaching for the phone. “But you love me ridiculous.”

Charlotte let out another laugh, this one smaller, softer, and leaned into your side, her head on your shoulder as you started to dial.

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