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â đđâ your husband gets clingy and sappy during sex
it always starts heated, hungry, almost borderline feral when you get your hands on each other. the rough yet gentle way his voice echoes in your ear at every promise he tells you heâs gonna do to you: knows it makes your knees weak and pussy wet. Â
his touch always traveling around your body, knowing it like the back of his hand, knows what you like and donât like, knows which buttons to press to have you trembling and shaking. whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while heâs got this finger stuffed in your cunt and you canât do anything but grip his wrist tightly and moan into his mouth when he kisses you.
but thereâs also times when it shifts, the entire bedroom becomes soft all of a sudden, like now; sat back on his knees, thumb rubbing the slowest circles on your clit while his canât take his eyes off the way his cock eases in and out of you with one leg pushed off to the side and the other bent over his shoulder. âbaby,â he murmurs, deep and low in his throat, his lips littering wet kisses against your leg. âyouâre so pretty, baby.â
your eyes snap open at his words, dazed and confused. âhuh?â through tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you catch sight of him, but he isnât looking at you. heâs fixated on your pussy. your lips part with another string of soft whines, hand loosely pressed against his chest when heâs slowly grinding into you; the thickness of his cock stretching you out perfectly. âwhat did you say?â
if he hears you, he choses not to say anything, not yet anyway, too entranced with how he fills you up, eyes hooded and breath stuttering at the warmth of you wrapped around him. doesnât seem to register the way your nails sink into the skin of his chest each time he pulls out just enough to have you whimpering in protest before pushing right back into you. each thrust knocking your breath out of you.
itâs when his eyes flicker up and meet yours finally, lowering your leg from his shoulder, that he smiles; the lazy and giddy kind, before heâs leaning over you. his body, made up of pure muscle and strength, cages yours beneath him. âyouâre pretty too, sweetheart,â his face is instantly tucked into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin, causing you to shiver and clench around him. âso pretty, my pretty lady,â he continues, hands running up and down your thighs before heâs wrapping them around his waist for you, body lowering more onto yours.
you gasp into his shoulder, the action of his body pressing down onto you causes his cock to sink deeper. âbaby,â you whine, biting his shoulder, hands running up and down his back, moving to his sides just to feel the hotness of his skin before theyâre moving back up and around his back; the muscle is hard beneath your touch.
his thrusts are slow and gentle, the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, rough hands slide down your legs and over your hips. his ragged breaths and groans vibrate against your neck and the sharpness of your nails sink into his back. âmy pretty baby, so sweet and soft,â he murmurs once more, teeth nipping at your neck. âyouâre so perfect, so mine.â
heâs gone, that much you realise, and you also realise heâs not even phased by the way your nails continue to rake up and down his back each time he grinds into you, his mind and body focused on how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how you feel so pliable beneath him. those same hands that make you feel safe no matter what, grip your hips tighter once his pace gets more faster.Â
âmâyours,â you choked out, the sound a mixture between a moan and a sob; either way it goes straight to his head, panting into your now sweaty neck. âall yours, honey please.âÂ
âyouâre so perfect, mâso lucky to have you,â he canât stop, his fingers sinking deeper into your hips and nose sliding up and down your neck.
the plap plap plap of skin slapping echo the room, your ankles locked tightly around him, heels pressing into his lower back each time he drags his cock out, enough to make you whine, before sliding right back in, the tip of his cock catching onto the spot inside you that has stars behind your ears and toes curling. âfeels âshoo good,â you moan, hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts.Â
your arm wraps around his neck, holding him close to you and you moan, gasp and whine into his ear softly. his sweaty body sticks to yourself like glue, if anything his grip on your hips tighten, lips attaching to your neck hungrily. âso warm, holy shitâ his voice slurs slightly, one hand quickly moving between your bodies where he finds your throbbing clit. âso wet,â his fingers work slowly, drawing figure eights on the bud, groaning each time you clench around his cock. âyouâre so fucking perfect, fuck honey.â
his words melt your heart, makes your eyelids flutter closed just for a second; or longer, you canât tell anymore, basking in his love and affection. âmmm love you,â you gasp, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder.Â
âlove you more,â he pants, lifting his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours, eyes hooded. âlove you so much, my best girl, pretty wife.âÂ
you cry out against his cheek, walls fluttering around his cock once again at his words, never fails to make you shy and happy no matter how many times he says it. âmore, need more, please, honeyââ
âwanna feel you, need to feel you, just for a little lingerâohmygod,â another particular thrust of his hips has your legs tightening around him and a deep rumble from his throat causes his pace to falter for just a split second. âpussy was made for me, you were made for me, baby, hm? yeah? lemme feel you for longer, need to, mmmm, thatâs it.â
âcanât, need you to move faster.â
his lips curl up into a smirk and you cling to his shoulder tighter when he moves his head towards your neck again, lips grazing the shell of your ear. âlemme play with you a little longer, baby, yeah?â
⥠things a man provides âĄ
⥠pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader
⥠synopsis: after catching you on tinder at work, jack puts himself on a mission to get you off of the obnoxious app & into a meaningful relationship with him instead before it's too late. learning you've never so much as been on a date before & are doubtful about ever finding someone worthwhile, he expends every effort to win you over.
⥠content: jealous!jack, jack treats you to dinner on the roof, buys you flowers, spoils you with attention etc, fingering, dacryphilia (kinda), pet names, teasing, flirting
⥠a/n: based off this request, ty!
With forearms planted atop the back of the office chair you occupy, Santos peers over your shoulder as you swipe left.
And left.
And left.
Andâ
"Oh, he's cute," she remarks.
Looking up from the rolling computer cart Jack stands at, he eyes the two of you from over the rim of his glasses.
Pushing the phone back in her direction for a closer look, you half turn toward her with a raised brow.
"I was talking about the dog," Trinity explains.
You roll your eyes, then swipe again.
"Honestly, you'd have a better time picking up a guy from Chairs than Tinder. Least that way you can test him for drugs and STDs before taking him home like a stray." After drumming her hands against the back of your seat, she steps away.
... FOR THE WRITERS <3
Not all of the people reading your x reader fics have white skin
Just a gentle reminder before you write characteristics that assume whiteness and exclude your black/indigenous/poc supporters-specifically in 'x reader' works.
I love and appreciate writers, but this is a recurring avoidable issue (going on for decades now).
"your dusky pink nipples" "your face turned just as red as his" "he could see the blush on your face" âyour cheeks furiously blushedâ âyour ears burn bright redâ âThe look in your reddened faceâ âyour knuckles white with effortâ âbruised purple against your light skinâ
Describing the physical feeling instead of the visual change helps include your readers while also elevating your writing IMO.
Anyone can say "Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment" or "Your face flushed" but wouldn't you rather say "A burning heat rushed across your face, from your neck to the tip of your nose, prickling right underneath the surface. You look anywhere but him, hoping your newfound interest in the buildings ceiling tiles will ease the fire tightening beneath your skin" And instead of the other character pointing out that the readers face is red, they can point out the obvious flustered facial expression/body language.
If you want your reader insert to have white/fairskin, then just label them white!reader or put the mention in the warnings/summary.
âȘI have reached out to writers I favored/supported before and sometimes I have been met with severe hostility and defensiveness. I often wonder if people are doing this purposefully or for some reason think only white people read their fanfics (?)-if that's the case then be upfront and label your reader inserts as white!reader or something PLEASE. Itâs gotten to the point where I feel like black women and other POC arenât wanted or considered in these fandoms because it comes off like that in your writing. If you need a different motivation, just know you're missing out on more interactions, reblogs, and a bigger reader base. I donât know why white is the default for so many writers in unspecified x reader/reader insert fics-the people on your blog following, reading, and supporting you arenât all white and fair-skinned.
I am not talking about OC fics or fics where race/skintone is x specified in summary or warnings. This is specifically about unspecified "x reader" where whiteness is assumed as the default
Put in the comments good replacements for writers to use!
born to ride Clark Kent, forced to read and write fanfiction of him đ„
krpyonite play⊠and if i asked for this to be expanded upon then what đ
Rocking on your Kryptonite
Pairing: corenswet!clark kent x fem!reader
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a/n: Soooo very highly requested after I posted Clark's NSFW Alphabet and since it's currently hot enough to melt both me and my laptop before I can finish the next chapter of The Marvelous Mrs. Kent, I figured I'd share this in the meantime. Hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!
Classification: Smut +18 | Unprotected sex and creampie, brief mention of blood and marking, sex while physically weakened/power dynamics (consensual physical vulnerability due to Kryptonite poisoning), anxiety surrounding mortality and existential reflection
Word count: 3,1k
Divider by me ;)
â ïžI WILL FIND YOU SPOILER!! below the cut.
I canât believe my delusional aah actually fell for it. đđ
â đđâ your husband gets clingy and sappy during sex
it always starts heated, hungry, almost borderline feral when you get your hands on each other. the rough yet gentle way his voice echoes in your ear at every promise he tells you heâs gonna do to you: knows it makes your knees weak and pussy wet. Â
his touch always traveling around your body, knowing it like the back of his hand, knows what you like and donât like, knows which buttons to press to have you trembling and shaking. whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while heâs got this finger stuffed in your cunt and you canât do anything but grip his wrist tightly and moan into his mouth when he kisses you.
but thereâs also times when it shifts, the entire bedroom becomes soft all of a sudden, like now; sat back on his knees, thumb rubbing the slowest circles on your clit while his canât take his eyes off the way his cock eases in and out of you with one leg pushed off to the side and the other bent over his shoulder. âbaby,â he murmurs, deep and low in his throat, his lips littering wet kisses against your leg. âyouâre so pretty, baby.â
your eyes snap open at his words, dazed and confused. âhuh?â through tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you catch sight of him, but he isnât looking at you. heâs fixated on your pussy. your lips part with another string of soft whines, hand loosely pressed against his chest when heâs slowly grinding into you; the thickness of his cock stretching you out perfectly. âwhat did you say?â
if he hears you, he choses not to say anything, not yet anyway, too entranced with how he fills you up, eyes hooded and breath stuttering at the warmth of you wrapped around him. doesnât seem to register the way your nails sink into the skin of his chest each time he pulls out just enough to have you whimpering in protest before pushing right back into you. each thrust knocking your breath out of you.
itâs when his eyes flicker up and meet yours finally, lowering your leg from his shoulder, that he smiles; the lazy and giddy kind, before heâs leaning over you. his body, made up of pure muscle and strength, cages yours beneath him. âyouâre pretty too, sweetheart,â his face is instantly tucked into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin, causing you to shiver and clench around him. âso pretty, my pretty lady,â he continues, hands running up and down your thighs before heâs wrapping them around his waist for you, body lowering more onto yours.
you gasp into his shoulder, the action of his body pressing down onto you causes his cock to sink deeper. âbaby,â you whine, biting his shoulder, hands running up and down his back, moving to his sides just to feel the hotness of his skin before theyâre moving back up and around his back; the muscle is hard beneath your touch.
his thrusts are slow and gentle, the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, rough hands slide down your legs and over your hips. his ragged breaths and groans vibrate against your neck and the sharpness of your nails sink into his back. âmy pretty baby, so sweet and soft,â he murmurs once more, teeth nipping at your neck. âyouâre so perfect, so mine.â
heâs gone, that much you realise, and you also realise heâs not even phased by the way your nails continue to rake up and down his back each time he grinds into you, his mind and body focused on how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how you feel so pliable beneath him. those same hands that make you feel safe no matter what, grip your hips tighter once his pace gets more faster.Â
âmâyours,â you choked out, the sound a mixture between a moan and a sob; either way it goes straight to his head, panting into your now sweaty neck. âall yours, honey please.âÂ
âyouâre so perfect, mâso lucky to have you,â he canât stop, his fingers sinking deeper into your hips and nose sliding up and down your neck.
the plap plap plap of skin slapping echo the room, your ankles locked tightly around him, heels pressing into his lower back each time he drags his cock out, enough to make you whine, before sliding right back in, the tip of his cock catching onto the spot inside you that has stars behind your ears and toes curling. âfeels âshoo good,â you moan, hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts.Â
your arm wraps around his neck, holding him close to you and you moan, gasp and whine into his ear softly. his sweaty body sticks to yourself like glue, if anything his grip on your hips tighten, lips attaching to your neck hungrily. âso warm, holy shitâ his voice slurs slightly, one hand quickly moving between your bodies where he finds your throbbing clit. âso wet,â his fingers work slowly, drawing figure eights on the bud, groaning each time you clench around his cock. âyouâre so fucking perfect, fuck honey.â
his words melt your heart, makes your eyelids flutter closed just for a second; or longer, you canât tell anymore, basking in his love and affection. âmmm love you,â you gasp, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder.Â
âlove you more,â he pants, lifting his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours, eyes hooded. âlove you so much, my best girl, pretty wife.âÂ
you cry out against his cheek, walls fluttering around his cock once again at his words, never fails to make you shy and happy no matter how many times he says it. âmore, need more, please, honeyââ
âwanna feel you, need to feel you, just for a little lingerâohmygod,â another particular thrust of his hips has your legs tightening around him and a deep rumble from his throat causes his pace to falter for just a split second. âpussy was made for me, you were made for me, baby, hm? yeah? lemme feel you for longer, need to, mmmm, thatâs it.â
âcanât, need you to move faster.â
his lips curl up into a smirk and you cling to his shoulder tighter when he moves his head towards your neck again, lips grazing the shell of your ear. âlemme play with you a little longer, baby, yeah?â
NA HWAJIN HUSBAND HEADCANONS
SUM. hwajin as your husband
(TYAL MLST) . na hwajin x wife!reader · slice of life, domestic fluff, est. relationship, husband!hwajin
âą husband!hwajin who asked you to marry him without a ring or planning, just the desire to be yours forever, motivating hwajin. you were about to go to bed, tired from another long day of work, but when he looked at you, focused on your night routine, arranging things for the next day, hwajin realized that was a vision he wanted to have for the rest of his life; hwajinâs words came without hesitation, spontaneous, carrying with them all the hope and desire for a full life by your side.
âletâs get married. i can't bear to spend another day with the fear of losing you. i want this life we have forever.â
⹠husband!hwajin who at your wedding, at the end of the day under the sunset, pulled you away from all the guests and said private vows just for you. at the ceremony hwajin was too eager to hurry up the ceremony and finally have you forever and ever, and, as such, his vows were beautiful, yes, but brief; however, when the day was ending, when dancing and laughter occupied all the space, hwajin gently held your hand, taking you to the garden, pouring out his soul in the form of simple words.
âi promise to love you. not as i love you now, or as i loved you yesterday, but as i will love you tomorrow and the day after, for i continue to fall in love with you constantly and my love will never diminish, only grow.â
âą husband!hwajin who sits in the kitchen with a guitar and serenades you. whenever you were cooking, cleaning the kitchen, or simply working, hwajin would take his guitar (because, yes, of course heâs good at everything, including singing and playing a guitar) to the kitchen and embellish your tasks with a gentle melody echoing through the room, the music that your husband played for you comforting your heart and making you smile every time hwajin decided to accompany his guitar with his sweet voice.
âhoney, i made up this ballad with you in mind. wanna hear it?â
⹠husband!hwajin who likes to be the little spoon when you take a nap on a sunday afternoon. hwajin liked to have you in his arms, to have the feeling that, in a way, he was protecting you from the world and that he contained within you all the essence of your soul that made you so unique, so beautiful; however, hwajin wasn't going to deny that he also liked to feel held, to have your hands around his body in a warm blanket of pure love and tranquility.
âdo you want to take a nap with me? i wouldn't mind being held now... because⊠i need you, to... you know. please?â
âą husband!hwajin who adopted a dog on your first anniversary. hwajin would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about a family with you since the day he told you he loved you â it was stronger than him. you made hwajin dream, dream about things he never thought he wanted, things he never thought he was worthy of wanting; you were magic for hwajin, an eternal source of dreams and hope and he just wanted to repay you â a dog, an animal that would keep you company when he was away, an animal that was capable of loving you almost as much as hwajin, almost.
âi donât know what magic you have in you, but i just want to continue to grow with you and make our relationship grow. this dog is the beginning of our family.â
⹠husband!hwajin who reads you books out loud when you are tired or sad. hwajin asked you to lay your head on his lap and choose the book he would read: poetry, fantasy, even plays he was capable of reading and interpreting for you if it meant you resting and laughing for moments; there were entire hours of nothing more than your husband's melodious words filling the room, various tales and stories coming to life through his voice while you closed your eyes and let yourself be carried away by the narrative recited by hwajin.
âif i read you shakespeare and look at you while i read the love dialogues, does that count as a confession from me to you?â
âą husband!hwajin who loves you unconditionally for years and years on end, the feeling that was planted in hwajinâs heart only growing with each moment shared with you without ever withering or losing a single fragment. as if linked by the oldest constellations, your love was constant, long ago idealized by the universe itself with traces of stars and magic making your relationship lasting in each lifetime.
âi donât want to stop dreaming about you. i don't want to stop loving you. you are the only reality for me and i only exist with you by my side.â
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: ÍÌâ¶ SYNOPSIS â In-Beom haircut was always his secret signal : when his hair was let down, it meant he was chill, someone you could approach easily. But when he tied up his hair? It's that maybe you should have listened to his first warning to start with.
GENRE â Angst, Bit Of Fluff, Romance
PAIRINGS â Cho In-Beom x Fem!Reader
âłËłâž WARNINGS â Kissing
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Me patiently waiting for the teach you a lesson x reader fics to start dropping
HusbandKuna x Reader who lost her memory
After a tragic accident erased your memories, you no longer remember the man you married. Unfortunately for you, Ryomen Sukuna remembers everything. And he'll do whatever it takes to make you remember him too.
Everything was so much weird.
When you first opened your eyes, the world was a blur of harsh lights and a rhythmic, annoying beep that made your head throb. A crowd of people were hovering over your bed, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror and desperation. It felt like they were looking at a ghost or maybe a god that had suddenly fallen from the sky. The moment you blinked and stared back at them with blank, unrecognizing eyes, the room dissolved into quiet, breathless weeping.
You were completely utterly lost. Who was the woman with the dark circles under her eyes calling herself Shoko? Why was she gripping your hand like her entire world was ending? You knew your own name y/n echoed clearly in the empty caverns of your mind, but beyond that single fact, there was only a vast, terrifying void. You understood the modern world. you knew what a smartphone was, you recognized the concept of Wi-Fi, and when you mumbled those details, the doctors in the room let out collective, gasping sighs of relief.
But the real shock came twenty minutes later.
The heavy door to the hospital room burst open with a violent slam. A man lunged inside like a madman, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. You had never seen anyone look like him. His hair was a soft, striking shade of pastel pink so pretty and unexpected that you wondered for a fleeting second if he had dyed it just to stand out. Dark, intricate tattoos mapped across his skin, curling around his sharp cheekbones and framing his eyes. And those eyes... they were a piercing, burning red, swirling with a volatile mixture of terrifying rage and profound, shattering sadness.
friendly fire / neteyam
aged up! neteyam x na'vi reader. MDNI đ
Summary: Neteyam Sully has spent his whole life being perfect. Youâve spent yours surviving. On the battlefield, youâre constantly at each other's throats. Behind closed tent flaps, youâre... well, still at each other's throats, just differently. Warnings: 3.8k words, aged up! neteyam, rival with benefits, explicit smut, p in v, hate sex, fingering, a lot of teasing, mdni
Chapters: friendly fire, friendlier fire, friendliest fire, frozen fire, seed of fire
what are you wearing?
pairing: steve harrington x female!reader wc- 3.9k
summary: your boyfriend steve helps you masturbate over the phone, but he gets so worked up that he ends up coming over to take care of his need too.
w/c: explicit smut! 18+, masturbation, use of sex toys, dirty talk, p in v, cream pie, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, phone sex, degradation kink, praise kink, big dick steve
you knew who was calling the second you heard the phone ring. steve usually called at the same time every night. you smiled against the receiver that was now pressed to your ear as soon as you heard the familiar charming voice of your boyfriend.
âhey, love. you still awake?â
you could picture him, lounging in some lonely hotel bed with his hair all messy, looking unreasonably sexy. steve always looked the best when he wasnât trying. some too tight t-shirt probably stretched across his chest that was straining on his biceps. his hair messy from his hands running through it every few minutes.
âhey, babe. yeah, of course im up. wouldnât miss talking to you.â you loved this time of night, recalling your days to eachother and gushing about how much you missed the other.
âi missed your voice today. have a good day?â
a simple conversation went on for about twenty minutes, discussing your days and telling eachother how much you canât wait to reunite. steve had been gone for three days now, on some boring business trip his father had dragged him on. he was supposed to return home tomorrow afternoon, you were counting down the hours.
you were talking about your day, telling him about the mall, and the new clothes you just picked out for summer when you heard the tone of his voice shift when he spoke again.
âso.. what are you wearing right now?â it was a suggestive question, and you knew it. it had been three days after all, and steve was a very needy man.
your cheeks flushed slightly ânothing exciting. just the pink pjs, with the floral print.â
he hummed into the phone line âthe pink ones with the floral.. i know those. the soft ones.â
you smiled a little, he was so observant.
âbut thatâs not what i meant. whatâs under all the softness, baby? tell me.â it wasnât really a demand, it sounded like a plea. a needy one.
your cheeks flushed further at the boldness of his question âjust.. you knowâŠâ
âno, i donât know. im not there to see for myself, so you gotta tell me. câmon, donât be shyâ
âjust the white lace panties, with the pink bow on the frontâ you whispered it softly, a little embarrassed.
you heard steve groan, and it sounded like his head fell back on a headboard. he was quiet for a long minute, picturing you all alone in your large bed. the same bed he usually fucks you senseless in. the same bed heâs pried those lace panties off with his teeth more times than he could count.
âthose onesâŠmm. so pretty, baby. you know how much i love those.â
âtheyâre your favorite, arenât they?â you asked, already knowing the answer.
âyeah, they are. you put those on just for me?â you couldnât lie, you had. youâd selected them out of memory of all the times steve hadnât been able to take his hands off you when he saw you in them.
âmaybe i didâ you teased.
âyeah? want you to touch yourself fâme.. just slowly, be a good girl and tell me how it feels. okay?â steves voice was low, barely a whisper into the phone receiver.
âtouch myself.. where?â you knew where. but you wanted him to tell you. you wanted him to walk through it, talk you through it. you could imagine his reaction, how he was working himself up.
âstart with that pretty neck, trace that soft skin right under your ear. tell me how it feels when you drag your nails across it. is it sensitive?â
you traced your fingers down the side of your neck, exactly where he places small kisses âitâs so sensitive..â a shiver went down your spine at the light touch.
âkeep going, lower, down your collarbone.. down your sternum. want you to squeeze those titsâ steves voice was getting rougher.
you slid your hand down, finding one of your breasts and gathering it into your hand, squeezing. pinching your nipples lightly, making them hard under your touch as you pictured steves rough hands.
âare your nipples hard for me? all pebbled and aching?â
âmhmmm, theyâre.. fuck, steve. theyâre so hardâ you whimpered
your nipples were achingly hard, your fingers digging into the soft flesh and pinching your nipples in the same rhythm that steve would. you gasped into the phone.
âso fucking beautiful when youâre desperate. i want you wet for me. you getting there?â
you breathed out a breathless âyesâ, which steve rewarded with âgood girl.â the praise sending pleasure through your body, pussy throbbing against the lace in your shorts.
his words felt like a caress, painting the path of your arousal for you. âslide your hand down, slow. down your stomach and over your hips, tell me when your fingers are tracing that pretty white laceâ
your hands roamed your body, fingers delicately skimming over your warm and flushed skin. every inch of skin you grazed felt overly sensitive, your body responding to everything. you reached the edge of your panties and you could feel just how badly you were throbbing, needy for any sort of touch. desperate to feel something other than the emptiness.
âslide the tips of your fingers right under that lace, just the tips. tell me how wet you are. make that pretty little clit swell for meâ steve instructed
you slid your fingers under, exactly as he said, and grazed over the entrance of your pussy. a moan left your lips when you finally made contact. your thumb went straight to your clit, circling in slow motions.
âso wet.. just want you to câmere and drink it all upâ your stomach was fluttering, desperate for more than what steve was instructing.
âoh, baby, you have no idea..fuckâ steve was rock hard, throbbing in his pants, pressing his palm down hard on his erection for any kind of relief. âslide a finger in for me, just oneâŠ. now curl it, honey. press up, right where you're most sensitive. can you imagine that it's my cock?â you heard steve let out a whine. âgod, im so fucking hard for you, just aching to fill you up.â
your breath was hitching into the phone as your fingers explored your pussy, feeling how youâd clench around yourself just like you clench around steve when he was the one filling your insides.
âyeah? come on and fill me up then.. come stretch me with your cock, stevieâ you teased, knowing the reaction would be instantaneous.
steve groaned at that. you knew he couldnât, he was two hours away for a business trip, but you knew teasing him would cause his thick cock to twitch in his pants. it was turning you on to hear how turned on he was.
you whined, growing wetter and more comfortable as you felt the wetness spread âjus wanna be stretched so good, baby. want you so bad.â
you heard steve go quiet for a minute before his voice cut into the receiver again âyou still have that toy? the one i got you?â
you knew exactly what he was talking about. the long and girthy dildo that stretched you wide. heâd gotten it for you a few months ago, for times exactly like this, when he couldnât do it himself.
you reached over to your nightstand and pulled it out âmhmmm, i do. want me to use it? tonight?â
âyeah, use it. put it in slowly, lemme hear every inch going deep in that pussyâ steve could picture you perfectly. pink flush running from your cheeks down your sternum, mouth open in a soundless moan and back arched slightly off the bed as your cunt accommodated the stretch of the dildo.
you whined as it stretched you, sinking it slowly into your cunt inch by inch âst- steve⊠i want you so bad.. wish you were here.â
âso desperate for me, huh? itâs only been a few days and youâre already all messy for me. my perfect girl who becomes such a slut when im not there to fuck into you properly. you wanna know what id do if i was there? mm?â the image of you was burning into steves mind, making him twitch and press his clothed dick harder into his hand.
heat rushed to your core, your inner walls squeezing around the silicone âyes, yes. tell me. please, babyâ you moaned out as it reached deep inside you.
âid flip you over. so you were on your hands and knees for me, make you keep the dildo right where it is. then id get behind you and spread your cheeks, watch how fucking wet you are for me. watch you fuck yourself with the toy.â steves voice was rough, needy.
your eyes were squeezed shut as you listened to the filthy words leaving steves lips, breath shallow as your body trembled in euphoria.
âthen iâd lean down and use my tongue. starting right from your clit, all the way down to where youâre being stretched. taste just how bad you want me.â
you were breathlessly moaning into the phone receiver, body extremely full and sensitive, desperate to orgasm. steves voice was tipping you over the edge.
âkeep fucking yourself, just like that. keep it deep.â
you nodded even though he couldnât see you, squeezing your eyes shut as your stomach fluttered and back arched off the bed.
âcanât stop thinking about your legs shaking... how you grip the sheets when you're close. i wanna feel that around me so badâ you were surprised that steve wasnât getting himself off, you were surprised you hadnât heard the wet sounds of his hand sliding up and down his thick cock firmly, but steve wasnât worried about his own desperate need. steve was completely focused on your pleasure, completely enamored with making sure you felt good when he wasnât there to do it for you.
âiâd grab your hips, baby. hold you tight when i finally replaced the dildo with my cock and fucked into you, hard and deep. make that pretty ass bounce for me.â
you were speeding up your movements, slamming the silicone into your sensitive pussy repeatedly to chase your release. steve could hear the squelching sounds of it going in and out of you. the sound of sheets rustling and muttered curses came from his side of the line. he was getting frantic.
âtell me you want me, tell me you want me filling you up. please, baby. câmon.â
you whimpered at how desperate he sounded, you imagined his eyes were wild with need. âwant you so bad. you.. fuck.. you stretch me so goodâ
âi know i do, god, i know. now be a good girl and make yourself cum for me. yeah?â steves voice was low and rough.
âye-yes i can be good, ill be goodâ you were desperate for his praise, the words that came from his lips were sending chills down your spine as a choked gasp left your lips as your eyes shot open, your body spasming on the bed as your orgasm crashed over you.
steves breath was shaky âlisten to you⊠so fucking beautiful when you cum. so perfect for me.â
your body went limp as you pulled the dildo out, breathing heavily as your cunt fluttered around nothing.
âfuck.. you okay, baby? you sound so beautiful. just wish i was there to hold you.â
you hummed into the phone âmhmmmm that.. was so good. i wish you were here too, i miss you so much.â
âi wanna be there so bad. wanna kiss you all over⊠feel you shaking against me.â steve said softly. you were quiet for awhile, your body exhausted as you attempted to catch your breath.
âi should let you sleep, love. you sound exhausted.â he sounded reluctant to get off the phone, but he knew you mustâve been tired.
âmmmkay. goodnight, babyâ
âi love youâ was the last thing steve said before hanging up the phone. you set the phone down back on the hook and fell fast asleep before you could even clean yourself up.
steve was pacing his hotel room, large hands tugging at his beautiful chestnut hair. his hand was still constantly pressing down on his erection, but it offered no relief. steve could lay back down, wrap his hand around his cock and make himself cum in a few minutes. but your voice and your moans were echoing in his head, he knew his hand would be nothing compared to the warmth of you. it wouldnât even compare.
âšthe image of you all blissed out and sleeping alone, without him, was unbearable. the thought of laying in an empty room and falling asleep with nobody to hold while he ached for you was even worse.
âscrew itâ was the only thing he said as he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his bag and keys, and slipped out of the motel room to head to his car.
the two hour car ride felt like forever, steves hand was gripping his wheel tightly while he shifted in his seat. he arrived at your place a little after two am and sat in his car for a long minute, looking up at your window and imagined you fast asleep. imagining what you looked like, imagining holding you. he got out of the car and made his way to the door quickly, using his key and slipping inside.
âbaby?â he called out softly into the house, worried of frightening you. he continued calling it out as he opened the door to your room. he stopped as soon as it opened just watching you sleep. steve memorized the way the moonlight caught on the curve of your cheek, your hair fanned perfectly out on the pillow.
he kneeled beside the bed and carefully ran a hand through your hair. you stirred. âhey, baby. couldnât stay away. needed to be near youâ he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
âstevie.. youâre here?â you were half asleep but you felt the smile creep onto your face. you reached out weakly to pull him into bed with you.
steve went down easy, desperate for your touch. âdrove the whole way just.. thinking about youâ you could feel how tense his body was next to you, how he was basically thrumming with need.
you ran your hand up his torso lightly until you made your way to the nape of his neck, threading your hand into his hair. âmissed you tonightâ you whispered it into the room and you watched his eyes flutter from the touch. he looked starved. he pressed his head further into your hand, then leaned into your lips.
the moment your lips met, a long groan left steves mouth, it sounded like it had been building for hours. his mouth was hot and hungry on yours, his tongue fucking into your mouth immediately. his hand gripped your hip, pulling your body closer to him.
âiâve been going crazy, out of my mind.â he murmured against your lips in between kisses.
your fingers were already tightening in his hair, pulling him closer with the same desperation that was written all over him. steves fingers started to hook into your waistband of your pjs, brushing over the skin and tugging on them.
you let out a breathy âsteveâŠ.â
âyeah, baby? gotta tell me what you want. need to hear you ask for it.â he gripped your jaw in his palm, tilting your face up to meet his, tightening his hold just slightly. you could feel him shifting next to you, pressing his erection against your thigh firmly before grinding it against the skin.
âi want you, i want you to fuck me. so badâ you whined, your cunt throbbing and dripping into your panties.
âyou remember what i said, donât you? told you id get you on your knees for me, get yourself ready on that dildo.â
you nodded eagerly, desperate for friction of any kind. desperate for feeling. desperate for release now that steve was real and in front of you. just his kisses made you horny. the way he sucked in your top lip, his nose nudging against your eyelid, his brows furrowing together as he concentrated.
steve ran a hand in your hair, his eyes locked on yours as he whispered âgood. so good for me, arenât you?â
you felt your entire body shudder, your breath hitching as he shifted to pull your soaked panties and pjs down your legs. his hands were everywhere on your bare legs, squeezing your thighs and skimming his palms up and down the back of your legs as you shifted to get onto all fours on the mattress.
he reached over to grab the dildo from the nightstand, large hand wrapping around it tightly. your fingers trembled as you reached for it, taking it from his hand and reaching under you to guide it towards your still slick entrance.
whimpers left your lips the second your pussy made contact with the cold silicone, body twitching at the feeling.
âgo on baby, fuck yourself for me. show me how you do it when im not hereâ
you pushed just the tip inside you, feeling the excruciating stretch as it went deeper and deeper. a low moan came out, eyes rolling back as you rocked your hips back on the toy.
steve watched from behind you, completely mesmerized, before his hand shifted to his sweats and boxer band to yank them down just enough for his cock to spring free. the sight of you fucking yourself combined with the sounds of pleasure pushed him past his limit. the throbbing of his cock was now unbearable to ignore.
he shifted his body to kneel in front of you, his hand stroking his dick as he bit down on his plump lower lip. his cock was eye level with you now, leaking with pre-cum smeared all over the length of him. it was clear he had been ready for hours.
âopen up, baby. câmon. widerâ your lips parted immediately as he guided the head of his cock past your lips. the second your lips closed around his tip, his hips involuntarily thrusted forward, forcing himself deeper down your throat as you continued to fuck into your pussy with the silicone.
your throat relaxed, allowing him to continue deeper as saliva seeped out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. steve was long, and thick, you could feel every inch of him pulsing inside your mouth. steve groaned as soon when you moaned around him, running a hand into your hair to gather it, holding it back for you in his fist.
the sensation of being filled everywhere was almost too much, the fullness of it all made your head spin and your inner walls clamp down while your tongue swirled messily around steves cock.
âyou like having your mouth full while you get your pussy stretched, don't you? you just love being used like this, huh, baby?â steve was panting now, you could tell he wanted more. he wanted to be inside you, he wanted to replace the toy that was stretching your pussy. but you knew in order to feel him, youâd have to cum first.
your hand sped up, moving the dildo faster in and out of you to chase your release that you knew was coming any second. a high whine left your lips that were still wrapped around steves cock, your back arching and body buckling on the bed as you clamped down on the silicone and soaked it with your cum.
steve immediately pulled out of your mouth, a thick strand of saliva connecting his glistening cock to your swollen lips.
âon your back, baby. need to be inside you so badâ steve wasnât even trying to hide it anymore, his voice came out whinier than he wanted it to. heâd been horny for so long, desperate for the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him since he got on the phone.
the second you were on your back his hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart to settle in the space between. âlook at you. so wet and open fâme. arenât you?â
your eyes were locked on his, panting and still shaking from your orgasm. âsteve⊠please, i want you to fill me, pleaseâ
you watched as a smirk formed on his face and he reached back to pull his t shirt off, his chest rising and falling rapidly. he knew how hot he was, he always stood there and let you look your fill because he knew how much you loved seeing steve shirtless. he had the perfect amount of chest hair across his chest that trailed all the way down towards his aching cock. your hands reached up to rest on his hips, running your hands over the skin of his soft tummy.
steve leaned forward, hovering over you before the thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, his fingers now digging into your flesh as he entered you in one movement and began a brutal pace inside of you. slamming his cock into you repeatedly before he replaced it with a slow and deep grinding roll of his hips that pressed him impossibly deep.
it was an exquisite kind of agony, each thrust stretching you in a way the toy could never achieve. you could feel the thickness of him being squeezed by your oversensitive walls. each time he pulled back you felt a desperate emptiness that only lasted a few seconds before he was filling you again. your body always struggled to accommodate steves length, the tip of him nudged at a spongy spot deep inside you that sent jolts all throughout your nerves.
âgod, babyâŠ. always taking my cock so good. fuck- barely fucking fitsâ steve gritted his teeth as his hand moved to press down on your lower stomach, feeling how itâd bulge with every slow grind. the firm pressure of his hand pressing down made you gasp, the feeling amplifying how full you are.
your back arched up, eyes rolling back as you moaned continuously âmmmmmph, feels so good. steve.. fuck, im gonna-â all your words were dissolving into breathy moans and gasps as your body reached its third orgasm. your legs trembling on the bed, body jolting with each motion of steves hips.
the sensation was immediately too much for steve. the oversensitivity of it all after he denied himself for hours sent him over the edge as he felt you clench around his thick cock.
steve pushed in deep and you felt his body still, then shudder as your pussy milked him, cum coating your insides. his cock pulsed inside of you over and over again before he leaned down on top of you to kiss your sweat dampened cheeks.
both of you were trembling and sensitive as you laid together before he slowly pulled out of you and he shifted to lay beside you, gathering you in his arms and brushing the stray hairs out of your face gently.
âyou drive me crazy, you know? canât even leave for three days without going insane.â
you smiled a little breathlessly against his chest, your fingers toying with the thick hair that rested there. âyeah? guess that means you canât ever leave me again, hmm?â
steve brought his hand up to your jaw gently, tilting your head back to meet his eyes so he could press his lips to yours, murmuring with a soft smile on his face âoh i donât plan to, babyâ
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only you get to call him jackson . . .
cw: clingy!boyfriend!jj x reader, fluff !!
JJâs legs were thrown over yours on the couch, chin on your shoulder as you scroll on your phone. Heâd been like this for the past hour, touching you like youâll disappear if he lets go. âI missed you,â he mumbles, even though heâs been with you since the sun rose this morning. His fingers lazily draw circles on your thigh, rings clinking together when he shifts.
You smile, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. âIâm right here, clingwrap.â
JJ ignores that. Then he adds, dead serious, âYouâre not allowed to leave me. Ever.â
You scoff. âWhat about work, Jackson?â
He melts at the sound of it. Jackson. No one else calls him that. Not even his friends. To them, heâs JJ, always has beenâloud, reckless, a little unhinged. But to you? Heâs Jackson. Soft and warm and real.
He nuzzles into your neck with a small smile. âSay it again.â
âJackson?â you repeat with a giggle.
A pleased hum leaves his lips. âMmm. Just like that. Sounds so pretty coming from you.â
âYouâre such a weirdo,â you laugh, leaning your head against his.
âI donât care. No one else gets to say it. Just you. If anyone else calls me Jackson, Iâm fighting them.â
You roll your eyes. âYouâre so dramatic.â
JJ pulls back, eyes serious nowâlike he means it. âIâm not kidding. Thatâs your name for me. You gave it meaning, you know?â His voice softens, âJackson didnât mean anything until you said it.â
You freeze, heart doing flips. âThatâs⊠weirdly poetic for you.â
He grins, a little proud. âI can be deep.â
Then he tugs you until youâre laying on his chest, legs tangled. His hand slides under the back of your hoodie, warm and possessive. âI like when you say it when Iâm sleepy,â he murmurs against your temple. âOr mad. Or when youâre all cute and bossy.â
âJackson, get your hands outta my shirt.â
He gasps. âHot.â
You swat his chest, and he catches your hand easily, lacing your fingers with his. âDonât test me, Maybank.â
He makes a face. âEw. Everyone else calling me Maybank? Normal. You calling me Maybank? Hate it. Feels illegal.â
You laugh so hard your stomach hurts, and Jackson is right there, eyes on you like you hung the damn stars. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. âSeriously though. Itâs yours. That name. Jackson. You made it soft.â
You go quiet, your fingers playing with the hem of his sleeve. âI like that,â you admit. âThat itâs mine.â
âItâs all yours, babe. Iâm all yours.â He kisses you againâslower this time, and you believe heâs yours.
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everything but lovers - frank castle
pairing : frank castle x vigilante f!reader
summary : you and frank work as a team. in and out. effective. so what happens when he finally snaps are realises you're friends, partners in crime, enemies... everything but lovers ?
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warnings : angst, angry love confession âąïž , protective!frank, swearing, mentions of blood and weapons
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