#i need him

[wernon]

Uni student Caine

[eternallyniah]

Me feeling like Bella every night chossing which man I want to read hard smut about.

[verytyphoonfun]

Teaching sheltered farm boy Clark different sex positions. He really only knows missionary because his parents said that’s the only way to respect his woman. Doggy, but that’s because theanimals on the farm did it. Clark thinks doggy is degrading.

And then you weedle and plead just enough to break Clark. He acquiesces and lets you scramble onto his lap. Clark is blushing bright red from how exposed you are; your breasts are eye level, his hands on your hips, which are sluttily rubbing against his bulge.

You even give him a little show, making Clark watch as you notch him in your entrance and then sloooooowly slide down, your core burning from the stretch. Clark whimpering when you bottom out and he sees how deep he’s in, your lower stomach bulging obscenely in a way he’s never seen clearly before.

And then you begin to bounce, and that’s when you break the Man of Steel. Because Clark can’t comprehend how good it feels, you dropping and lifting yourself off him. He can’t understand how good you look, all bouncing tits and head thrown back and wanton moans and grinding hips. The position has you panting, perfect for feeling his tip knock against your cervix with each bounce and your clit rubbing against his soft tummy just enough.

Clark would lose his mind. He’s even learning on the spot, thrusting up as you bottom out each time. His hands move from your hips to your tits, rubbing and pulling on your nipples with a preciseness only a man absolutely obsessed with you can.

And when your hips spell out his name and you come with your head thrown baxk? Clark comes deep inside you with a whimper and a hazy promise to learn more.

[hiddinginmyroom]

the hottest thing a man can do is be a weird little nerd

[redcrowley]

I need this in my life. I need this dragon.

I would feel safe and protected in his big strong arms.

i want a Dragon Daddy.

(Artist is Unrealien1 on X, thanks rebloggers!)

[starkissedxav]

warnings: fem!reader, thigh riding, lowkey exhibitionism, xavier threatens to kill someone, 18+ MDNI

a/n: xavier promise card so hot ….

riding xavier’s thigh at the beach because you’re sooo needy and he’s tired but wants you to feel good and he has his hands on your hips slowly rocking you back and forth, flexing his quad slightly so that it rubs juuuust right against your clothed cunt.

“x-xavier,” you pant out, eyes shifting around the empty beach, “what if- hah- someone sees us?”

“let them see starlight, see how needy you are that you can’t even wait a couple minutes for me,” he whispers, nipping slightly at the shell of your ear. you moan at his words, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck as you continue to grind pathetically against the muscle of his thighs.

“y-you’re too jealous for that,” you manage out, vision blurring as the coil in your belly grows tighter and tighter. xavier smiles at your words, fingers digging into the plump skin of your hips and helping you move a bit faster.

“you’re a smart girl, you think I’d let them see you like this and live?”

his words drive you over the edge, a strangled moan leaving your lips as you collapse onto him, chest heaving and legs burning from your ministrations. you’re body is glistening with sweat under the summer sun, xavier thinks you look delicious.

his tongue darts out, licking a small stripe up your neck before peppering kisses across your jawline.

“thought you were tired,” you mumble, smiling against his shoulder. you hear a low rumble from within his chest, already preparing yourself for what’s to come.

masterlist

taglist: @hirayalia @violasepals @txtworlddom @mrs-lixiaqin @pjselee @luvyizhou

[samaeloser]

legally had to color this one. holland march i love you

for @mtvjorks

[worldsmessiestwriter]

DROP DEAD ˖ ݁𝜗𝜚

SYNOPSIS: She knew her and Peter Parker were meant to be as soon as he walked into Stark Industries, call it feminine intuition.

PAIRING: TH! peter parker x stark!reader

WARNING(s): kissing, stalking jokes, hasn’t been proofread oops and peter being an absolute dork lol

💭: If you couldn’t tell, this is vaguely inspired by ‘Drop Dead’ by Olivia Rodrigo, and this was so hard to write I had mad writer’s block also shout out to @prongsletmoony for the post that inspired this oneshot <3

WC: 0.8k

If you had told Y/n Stark when she first met her dad’s new intern that she’d spend the next five years hopelessly in love with him, she wouldn’t be in the least surprised.

From the moment he stood in front of her with his windswept brown hair and perfect freckles, she knew this had to be kismet. She fell fast and hard. Of course, she’d never tell Peter how she felt, she could never ruin their friendship, so she was content with being his best friend, better that than nothing.

They had repeatedly been photographed together in public, which, of course, the media took and ran, labelling them as the newest power couple and plastering photos of them on “dates.” Of course, they’d always laughed it off, but they had never publicly denied anything.

Even in their personal lives, everyone assumed they were dating, they were glued to the hip. Tony had sat peter down during a lab visit giving him a stern warning not to mess with Y/n’s feelings.

“Are you nearly done yet?” Y/n groaned like an impatient child. Peter didn’t look up he just sighed from his spot on the edge of Y/n’s queen sized bed.

“You said we would be studying if I came over, and so far you’ve just been scrolling on your phone,” Peter lectured, a faint smile creeping onto his lips as ‘Just Like Heaven’ by The Cure faintly started playing in the background as he began to hum along.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, making her way over to Peter, who was, to his credit, focused on an AP World History book. Pages of writing sprawled around him. She peeked over his shoulder, reading the line he was on.

“So you think that post war Japan and the cure is more interesting than talking to your best friend, hm, Parker?” Y/n teased, leaning on Peter’s back, her head resting on his shoulder as he continued to write.

“We are talking,” Peter sighed with an absent minded smirk, losing his place in his reading. He nudged Y/n off his back with a small laugh as she landed on the other side of the bed with a huff.

Y/n sighed casually, grabbing Peter’s phone, unlocking it, scrolling to his Instagram, preparing to spam his close friends’ story with photos of her just to annoy him. But what she found was somehow even better. His recently searched was filled with Y/n Stark fan pages and her account.

He had been stalking her profile.

She started hysterically laughing, which instantly caught Peter’s attention. His head snapped up to face Y/n, who was clutching his phone like a precious jewel. His eyes went wide. “What are you doing?” Peter squeaked awkwardly.

“Oh… nothing,” Y/n let out in between giggles. Peter slowly made his way towards Y/n, whose grip tightened around the phone.

“If you’ve uploaded seventy two photos of yourself onto my story again, you’re so dead,” Peter jokingly warned, trying to snatch his phone back from her.

“Pete, have anything to tell me?” Y/n cooed, a shit eating smirk finding her lips. Peter narrowed his eyes at her words, racking his brain.

“I- um, No?” Peter hesitated. Y/n turned the phone to reveal his recent instagram searches.

Peter froze, his eyes wide as he scanned the screen. Yeah, this looked bad. “Give me my phone,” he gulped.

“Care to explain, Joe Goldberg?” Y/n teased, gripping onto Peter’s phone, giggling.

“I am not a stalker,” he clarified, his voice sounding like a thirteen year old girl’s, and his face beet red.

“Oh, please do explain then, Pete,” she smiled, shrugging. Tilting her head and leaning in close to his face teasingly, he opened his mouth to speak before immediately closing it again, his gaze drifting from her eyes to her lips nervously.

“Peter? I’m just joking, I don’t thi- “ before y/n could even finish her sentence, Peter’s lips crashed into hers. She froze, holding her breath as he quickly pulled back, his face mortified like he’d just murdered her firstborn child.

“I am so sorry, y/n, Jesus, I wasn’t even th-“ this time he didn’t get to finish his sentence before she leaned in, cupping his face gently as she kissed him again. His hands moved hesitantly to her waist. She smiled against his lips as he melted into the kiss, her hands wandering to the nape of his neck. Peter gently groaned as Y/n pulled him on top of her, falling backwards onto her pillows. He breathlessly laughed into the kiss. Y/n’s heart could’ve exploded. She had dreamt of this moment, and now it was finally happening, and it was better than she could’ve ever imagined.

Peter slowly pulled away, his eyes taking in a breathless Y/n underneath him. Her face flushed, her eyes still closed and the biggest dorky smile he’d ever seen her with. Peter took a mental photo of how perfect she was, he never wanted this moment to end.

“So you are a stalker?” Y/n breathed, a giggle escaping her lips. Peter could only stare down at her, a lovesick smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he whispered.