trick mommy

pls send me requests i’m unoriginal 😇

[preachersniecee]

“Tell me how sorry you are for making me do this to you.”

bf!Xaviersobased x gf!fem!reader - smutshot

content info: 18+, mdni, afab/fem!reader, smut, p in v, slight daddy kink, slapping, established relationship

authors note: idc if this sucks smb needed to write for xav frl

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Really? This how you feelin? You bat your eyelashes, maintaining that look of faux innocence, almost playing dumb. “I don’t know why you're making such a big deal out of this; it’s just a stupid picture.” A stupid picture. He could almost strangle you. You can feel his glare on your body. His eyes, once doting and warm, are now cold as the arctic tundra. You both know you fucked up, you just can’t find it in yourself to admit it.

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The quiet of the room makes everything ten times tenser than it already is. “You fuck that nigga?” The silence shatters, and his words cut like knives straight through your back. How could he? Sure, you’d messed up a couple of times before, but you would never cheat on him–he knows that. Or at least you thought he did. “Excuse me?” You finally bridge the gap between the two of you. “You know you fucking heard me.” His hostile attitude finally makes you snap, “You know what your problem is? You’re an insecure little bitch that can’t stand the thought of me having fun without you.” You’re in his face now, and you can smell him. The backwood pinging your nostrils. You wait for him to say something. Anything. Inhaling his exhales like you're trying so hard to read his mind. “Oh, really?” his eventual remark almost turned you mental. You hated when he did that quiet thing. “Fuck you,” you spit out. But as you turn to walk away from him, something gets the best of you. Words forcing their way out of your throat. “And what if I did fuck him? It’s not like you have any time for me anymore anyway.”

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For the first time all night, you see him finally drop the nonchalant act. You knew he was mad before, but now you swear you can hear his teeth grinding against each other. For a while, you two just stand and stare at each other. You watch his eyes twitch every couple of seconds and the way his fingers flex. To be honest, you were a little scared, but unfortunately for you, pride is your vice. “C’mere.” You let his words settle in the air but remain quiet where you stand. “Come here.” You heard him the first time you, but don’t want to give in, still attempting stoicism. “Either you come here, or I come over there, and you won’t like it if I come over there.” Your legs go to jelly, and all your witty little comebacks get caught in your throat. You slowly step towards him, trying to pretend like his eye contact isn’t making you weak. Standing face-to-face with him makes your heart flutter a little. You try to look around, unable to hide how his gaze is affecting you. A loud “tch” sound shows his annoyance towards this. When you finally build up the courage to say something to him, you feel a soft but sharp force smack your left cheek. He slapped you. Not so hard, but still enough to make your head fuzzy.

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You blink up at him, lips parted in a delicate, lambish manner. He immediately goes to soothe the ache, caressing his hand over the stinging skin. You feel him slowly drag his thumb from your cheek to your bottom lip, stroking it before sliding his finger in. You instinctively close your lips around it and eagerly wait for what he’ll do next. “You know I don’t like doing that to you.” You feel his finger gently thrusting in and out of your mouth, lightly gagging you with his thumb. Saliva starts to pool around the base of his hand as he starts to drag the finger out of your mouth leisurely. You catch the tip of it in between your teeth before he can pull it out all the way. “Nasty little slut.” you hear him mutter under his breath. You open your mouth fully, releasing his thumb. All of a sudden, he steps forward and starts to walk past you. Confused, you turn to follow after him, but he just grabs your bicep and pulls. “Wait!” you yelp out as your slippers drag across the hardwood floors. “You wanna act all bad, I’ll show you bad.”

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After a few steps, you two end up inside your bedroom. He finally lets go of your arm, but only to then grab your hips, thrusting you onto the bed. You watch as he starts to unbuckle his belt, your LED lights making his big buckle sparkle. You watch how he takes the long piece of leather and wraps it around his hand. He pulls his shirt off, then he slowly starts to unbutton his dark jeans. You almost drool when he pulls them down, revealing the stiff, throbbing bulge underneath his boxers. He runs his hand over it, staring at you as he rubs himself. Your eyes follow his fingers as he hooks them under his waistband, tugging his underwear all the way down. His pretty dick springs out with a soft “fwap.” You can’t help but notice the way it bobs up and down as he makes his way onto the bed, caging you underneath him. He doesn’t say anything to you; he just tugs off your flimsy pajama shorts and throws them across the room. “Flip over,” you do as he says, yanking off your tank top in the process.

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You feel your clit twitch as he licks a warm, wet stripe over your underwear. Hearing you whimper, he pulls them down and eventually lines himself up with your entrance. He spears his aching dick inside your hole. It’s long and a little skinny with veins that run up either side. You can feel those veins pulsing inside of you, making you hot. “What’s the matter, you were talkin allat shit before?” You feel him rock deep inside of your womb, making your pussy clench down on him. “Fuck..” he mumbles in that thick Bronx drawl. You start to bounce back on him, trying to take all of him. He grips your throat and forces you to look back at him. “You like that?” you try to reply, but all your words just crumble to pieces, and all you can do is nod. “Talk to me, tell me how much you love this fucking dick.” he picks up the pace, tightening his grip on your throat. “Fuck..-I love your fucking dick..-” you spurt out. “Tell me how sorry you are for making me do this to you.” Your stomach twists, and you feel yourself teetering on that edge. “I’m sorry–I’m so so so sorry.” You can’t help the way your words slur as your body tries to mold itself with his. “I know, baby, I know, nut on daddy's dick.” Your whole body convulses with pleasure as you feel that white, hot satisfaction rush through your body. He keeps rocking into you through the aftershocks, thrusts growing sloppier. When he does cum, he buries himself to the hilt inside of you and stays there. His grasp on your throat loosens as he slowly drags himself out of you. You're laying there, face in the pillows, body still trembling with post-nut euphoria. You can feel his warm hand on your shoulder as he gently flips you on your back. His eyes are soft again as he stares into you. Gingerly, he lifts his right hand and slaps it across your face one last time. “I love you,” he whispers breathlessly before lying on top of you to drown in your body.

[preachersniecee]

Ik this is not a request, buttttttt i love your fics smm. I finally found some fic with ug rapper i likeee.

awww i’m glad you like them and ty ily.🥹

[gwenisobased]

i’m sick and there’s no more fanfics to read 💔 i’m irritated

[graac1e]

opening up a x black reader fic and all of a sudden evb talkin and acting like they grew up in the bronx, japan

[allousity]

• Xaviersobased w glasses

[preachersniecee]

suh when are u free for more che fics 👀👀

last week of exams i’m almost free🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[swagonometryfr]

lowk freaking out over this rn

[angvlspendz]

the fuck nettspend so cute for bru

[vanillasmoochs]

can someone PUHLEASE make xaviersobased x reader bro im beggingggg😩😩

[preachersniecee]

your work is top tier🥰🥰the fans def wanna see more xavier reads👀

wait u guys are so so nice and im def listening to what the fans have to say🫪

[preachersniecee]

that xaviersobased fic was deliciousss do you think you’ll make another soon orrrr? 👀👀👀👀

thank you thank you i’ve just been mega busy lately but definitely soonnn😇😇😇

[k1tk4ttt]

How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

[maiamore]

sometimes, i feel like clark kent can be a very 'tell me what you want' sort of guy. so…what happens when you don't?

tags: munch!clark. that's all i'm saying. (1k wc)

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i'm sick of telling you what to do. show me.

he'd hold your gaze a long beat, and you think maybe your request — or the lack of it, had turned him off. or made him insecure even.

but then his hands slide up your thighs, thumbs pushing away the fabric that covered you from completely indecency as he lowered himself to his knees before you. the sight of him there, all broad-shouldered, kneeling between your parted thighs, sends that very specific shiver down your spine. one that you know clark would've certainly picked up on.

for such a big guy, he looked small. hesitant that he's about to lay himself bare to finally show you what he wanted to do. clark's uncertain gaze meets you, past those thick, dark lashes. hands circling the rounded curve of your knees, rubbing along the exposed flesh.

yeah. i can do that.

it's not until he finally speaks up, low and needy that you prop yourself up to your elbows to watch him curiously in time to watch him press a kiss to the inside of your thighs, with a deliberate slowness that makes you jump even when you saw it coming. faint stubble on his chin scrapes against the sensitive skin there, drowning you with the sensations with the drag of his lips — climbing higher and higher the softness. through all this, his eyes would never have left yours. demanding that you watch him, all while his hot breath ghosts at your core.

your fingers instinctively tangle in his hair, softer, darker curls wrapping around your knuckles at the motion. clark lets out a low, shuddering breath at the tantalising tightness, his eyes fluttering shut in the reverence of your touch. you see him, discreetly palming himself, as though it would alleviate the pain of his neglect.

keep them right there.

he encourages. pressing a chaste peck to the inner side of your wrist — the one tangled in his hair, before diving back down to where you needed him the most.

languidly, clark would drag his mouth along the inner side of your thigh, leaving trails of wetness in its wake. you jolt at every scrape of his canines, in no hurry to stop him when his fingers finally hook into the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down with a slowness so agonising that it makes you whine in impatience.

his eyes never leaves yours through it all, even as the fabric pool by your ankles. he helps you lift up, sliding the fabric off you, promptly tossing them somwhere behind him.

a gently, blue-ish hue casts across your body, light that has been fragmented by the delicate stained glass decorations you had propped up. it only served to paint you in a much ethereal light. he takes a moment to admire, before pulling you to the edge of your bed in a decisive tug, where his mouth finally connects to your cunt.

a broken moan reverberates low into your throat. muffled by the constraints of your own palm over it.

the first drag of his tongue is a teasing one. you force your hips to stay still at the stroke of wetness, deliberately slow, with the intention to loosen you up. his appreciative groan to your taste vibrates against your folds, threatening to have you squirm. but the heavy, grounding warmth of his hands over your hips forces you in place. the

his tongue would circle your clit promptly, alternating between it dipping lower into your folds, probing into your hole, and then back up, lapping you like a man starved.

your eyes are half lidded, admiring the light dance off his shoulders, muscles that flexed with exertion whenever he his head bobbed.

fuck — clark, harder.

he has to tell himself to keep control, his fingers digging into the softer flesh of your hips. flexing there once before he presses his face fully into you.

you feel the gentle curve of his nose press against your clit as he fucks his tongue into your warm, tight walls. the wet, thick noises blend into the heated air. his grunts — and your stuttered breathing, it felt like your nerves were lit. just a little more and you would —

there's an immediate loss of sensation when he pulls back enough to peer up at you, lips and chin glistening with your slick.

you okay?

the answer doesn't quite make it out of you, not when you catch him dragging the slick off his lips for a proper taste. teasing pink that traits you on that lop-sided curl he teases you with.

ass…you pulled away on purpose.

a shy laugh leaves him, and he presses your forehead to the plushness of your thighs.

sorry.

his mouth finds you again, tongue tracing an idle, circular pattern around your clit, tasting you with a lack of urgency that was entirely his pleasure. your hips buck into his face right then, and he welcomes the loss of air. steady, bigger palms sliding beneath your ass to pull you flush against his face, relentlessly probing his tongue into your pussy.

the sensation grew far hot, and you attempt to jerk back from him, but his hands grow mean, holding you in place. low, heady grunts that disapprove of your attempt to squirm away. it only fuels him even more, working you on his tongue until you're helplessly humping and grinding against him. you could almost see the stars at the back of your eyes as it turns black.

body turning rigid as you're at the very edge of your release.

the promise of your release encourages him to bring you over the edge. he doubles down, tongue flattened against your clit as he continues the motion to suck your clit around his big mouth.

sharp whimpers spill from you, incoherent pants of nothing in particular echo the quiet room. your body arches off the mattress, thighs quivering through insistent waves of your white-hot release.

clark doesn't stop, not even when he is forced upwards at the tilt of your hips. his tongue works you through each wave, each shuddering gasp, until you're pushing weakly against his shoulders to stop. he only pulls back then, face entirely dried, after having lapped you up with not a drop to waste.

just when you think it's over, you hear the slight crinkle of aluminium from above you, where he's tearing a packet of xxl condoms free with his canines.

you didn't think that was it, did you?

[sannasluv5]

HE IS SOOOO FINE IN THIS INTERVIEW

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

18+ slobbering all over dex

fem! reader, mdni. 0.9k words. giving dex head but elevated (she doesn't suck him off) lots of spit (it's in the title (it's literally all about spit idc)) no ejaculation, it's kinda about teasing?? bro idk just read it <3

Dex is clean, he's particular. Everything done in a way that makes sense to himself alone. 

And while it's a ritualistic practice he upholds throughout, well, all of the time really, he allows it to slip just ever so slightly when it comes to sex. But never fully. 

Sort of like now. You're kneeling on the floor between his feet, position elevated so as to keep yourself better aligned with him, with the tip of his dick nudging at your lips. One hand around the base of his cock, the other just below and around his balls — either hand cupping him and keeping him at a controlled and slight distance. 

He stands over you, chest blooming with deep intakes of air that circulates beneath, each breath heavy and disciplined as he watches you. Dark green eyes locked in a heavy intent stare on yours, keen to keep the contact that you're almost reluctant to hold. He studies you, studies your mouth, your movement; gaze fixed on those small, soft kisses to the head of his cock.

It's been five-some minutes of licks and kisses, and not once has he felt the urgency to slip his ever-growing, aching chub on between your lips. He was enjoying this art enough as is. 

You extend your tongue out ever so slightly to support the weight of his tip, crown of his cock resting along the flat of your tongue in the most lewdest of ways that you can't help but peer up — the act fleeting and almost teasing. But really you were seeking validation, inquiring approval that it looks as hot as what you think it to be. 

His expression contorts in controlled bliss over you, brows pinching in the centre, bottom lip sucked just a nibble under the sort of clamping of his teeth. He gives you a small, little nod — like it was wordlessly verbalise his liking. You tap the tip of him against your tongue a couple times before you guide him out your mouth and to the outside of it.

You hold him to your lips, the slight point of his head nestled betwixt your lips as you emit a bead of spit on the top. It sits between the slit for a moment and spills down the left side of his cock. And as it tipples down the length of him, you do it again — laying another bead of saliva on his tip until it trickles down the underside this time.

There's more this time around, spit bubbly and almost foamy as it runs down the length of him and to your hands still around the base of his dick. You do it again and again and again, thick beads of saliva, all more frothy than the one before until all that coats him is a thin sheen of your spit. 

His head falls back as he chokes out a breath, the sight and anticipatory touch seemingly a lot to take. His breathing grows ragged and it's then he drops the weight of his head forward to get a better look at you. Keen to focus on the vulgar sight below. 

You retract your head back just a little bit so as to better display the thin strings of spit attaching you to his cock. There's more than one, there's many. None of them connected from the same place, all of them varying in thickness. 

Your gaze flickers from the temptation just a few inches shy of your face, and up to Dex; his expression sort of pained as he watches it, you. It's a sight, truly. One he hopes he'll never forget. His chest heaves harder now than to how it did, breaths growing deeper and strained — that sense of control he's eager to obtain slowly slipping away.

He swallows thickly and pushes his almost greying hair back a moment before his hand drops to the side of your head, his hold sort of desperate as he holds your face within his palm. His thumb brushes over your cheek and it's then he gives you another nod, this time not out of encouragement, rather direction. 

Your gaze falls from the ardent eyes of your lover and back down to his dick in your hands, wet reddened tip eager in your hold. You lean in to kiss him, lips pursed around his head as you sear in another kiss that you've long lost track of. And as you pull him away from your mouth, you emit more of your saliva onto him and the thick bubble-like bead of spit trickles with the veins of his twitching cock. 

"Fuck," he utters, the word sounding like a choke as it falls from his mouth.

Dex drops his hand from his hip to the top of your head and he rests it there, dual hold encapsulating you dearly. He's careful with you, deliberately so. Fingers skirting the shell of your ear with one hand, the other nestled atop your head; grazing your scalp as you continue to drool and slobber all over the end of his cock. 

Spit drips from your lips, from your chin, from his cock, from his balls, all of it leaking obscenely so. And it's the messiest he'd ever allow.

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another gross little smutty thought bc my brain is rotten. can't promise I can change that

[hysteric-boy]

Idk I kinda like having you freaks live in my phone

[soijoix]

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