Be4 I Work On All The Requests In My Inbox, Lemme Do Some Food For Thought. Spider!mike X Silk!reader

be4 i work on all the requests in my inbox, lemme do some food for thought. spider!mike x silk!reader

→ mike becoming spiderman was the worse and best thing that’s happened to him. worst: it was harder to pay the bills and take care of Abby. the city constantly needed him costed him many jobs and opportunities of bonding with Abby.

→ best: he made met you. though you and him never revealed your identities to each other, he found his twin flame. since you and him had been bitten by the same spider, the magnetic attraction between you two was unbearable.

(he’s actually convinced you to have upside down sex with him🤭)

→ “fuck.” Mike thanked his intelligence for making a fly in his suit. he could easily whip himself out without removing all his clothes. you were pressed against at the wall in one of the shady alleys Mike had urgently found. you were babbling noises. you wanted to moan his name, letting him know who your cunt belongs to. but you didn’t know his name. “remind me to piss you off more.” you chuckle. your walls clamp around him, making his hips thrust harder in you. Mike was getting lost in his daze. he gripped at your mask like it was your hair, accidentally pulling it off. “shit!” he groans, his seed spilling in you. he opens his eyes, looking at his hand holding your mask. “shit…i’m sorry.” he mumbles, giving you your mask back. you chuckle, pulling your mask down, “we’ll get there soon, Spiderman.”

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idk how i’m supposed to feel about this one😭i don’t wanna finish it

okay i need a overprotective mike fic where he will literally do anything for u. someone bothering u? don’t worry he will go beat their ass, ur in a dangerous situation? he will do everything to protect u SOMETHING LIKE THAT it’s not a want.. it’s a need.

😣🙏

leads to sexual activities but not described

you liked to visit mike while he was on his break as a security guard at the local mall. you knew it boosted his mood for the day. seeing your face or hearing your voice could give him motivation for weeks.

during your visiting minutes, an old high school friend coincidentally had been walking around the mall as well.

mike always had a problem with self deprecation. he never felt good enough about anything he did. another person (mostly males) can take him to a dark thought he didn’t want to think about.

you laugh, putting a fry in your mouth as you listen to mike tell you a story from his job as you catch a glimpse of an old friend. “is that Jacob…” your eyes follow the man, searching for some detail that can confirm your claim. “wha—who are you looking at?” Mike turns to your line of sight. “oh my god it is!” you accidentally yell, covering your mouth as Jacob turns to look at whoever yelled. “oh fuck. is he looking?” Mike looks at the man, sighing. “not just that, he’s coming over here.” he closes his food, losing his appetite already. “[name]?” Jacob chuckles, “you haven’t changed a bit. i knew it was you when i heard you yell.” you lift your head to look up at him, “long time no see.” you flash a smile. “Mike, meet Jacob. Jacob, meet Mike. my boyfriend.” Jacob turns to Mike. “oh, dude! i’ve seen you around here.” Mike’s face was stone cold, “that’s because i work here.” he says with a tint of aggression. you softly kick his leg. “i’m sorry, Jacob. you just caught me on a bad time.” you give him a sympathetic smile. “no it’s fine. we should catch up sometime.” Jacob flashes a grin that Mike was convinced that had a different meaning. Jacob finally leaves, leaving you and Mike alone again. “what was that?” you groan. “you looked like you wanted to kill him.” Mike crosses his arms. “i do. i didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “like a normal person?” “that wasn’t normal, [name]. it’s like he wanted to fuck you in front of me.” you laugh, “he wouldn’t get the chance.” you sip on your drink, fluttering your lashes at him. Mike looks at his watch. “think we can do this in 7 minutes?” he smirks.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀assigning the wickverse characters links ! !

characters ;;

— ted logan , john wick , constantine , kevin , neo

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ted logan 🎸

— before ted met you , he was a virgin. he had never experimented with women because…well he just never cared for it. his main goal was to become a rock star.

— when the two of you got together , sex wasn’t even on the table. you two were to happy together without it to even bring it up.

— until he heard some boys in one of his classes talking about their sex life. “she was screaming bad. she enjoyed every inch.” “she won’t leave me after that.”

— ‘were you happy with him?’ ‘did you want sex?’ ‘was he enough for you?’ his mind was flooded with self deprecating thoughts , making him more insecure about himself. he didn’t want you to leave him.

— so he did what he could. he went to the back of blockbusters , looking for any popular porno for him to learn how to pleasure a woman. “sick.”

“teddy.” you gasp as he softly pushes you on his bed. “shh. i’ve got you, baby. just let me take the lead.” he kisses down your neck. he rolls your shirt over your head, rubbing his hand over your soft skin. ‘what’s gotten into him’ you thought. your bra and panties were next to go, leaving you naked in front of him. “shit…” he didn’t think this all through. he imagined everything but he didn’t actually expect all of this to happened. but he he pulled himself together, taking a deep breath and leveling his mind. “you’re beautiful.” he kisses down your leg, stopping at your inner thighs. you didn’t know how to react. you and ted both were virgins from what you knew. how was he so confident about this? but you weren’t really complaining. the way his tongue flick across your clit was intoxicating. “oh my god , ted.” your fingers card through his brown locks. “don’t—don’t stop.” you whine , squeezing your thighs around his head. his wet tongue licks through your folds , making your shiver in pleasure. “you can’t be finished already , babe. we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.” he chuckles like nothing has happened. like he wasn’t the one making your legs shaken two seconds ago.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀john constantine 🛁

— christ. why was being with a woman so hard? to him , they were sensitive being loaded with unnecessary emotions and uneven hormones. you and him had gotten into another argument and haven’t talked in weeks.

— he kept telling himself that he didn’t need you and that he waited for you to cave in first. but a man has his needs. and he needed to let out his saved sexual tension.

— his fist would only work for so long. he needed the real thing. or at least look at the real thing. he remembers the stacked of recorded sex tapes the both of you needed.

“fuck it.” he tosses his cigarette across the room after budding it out. he walks over the the pile of tapes. special tapes. if you wouldn’t give it up , he had a way to still get off with you. he pulls out his cock out its confinement , groaning as he sees how angry his tip is , oozing pre-cum. “sonfabitch.” he presses the play button , stroking his length. “john.” your moans came from the speakers of the tv. his grip on your hips were like iron. his tip kisses the hilt of your cunt , making your brain feel like mush. “please.” you grab his hand , attempting to pull it off you. “move.” he swats your head away. “stay still.” he groan , his head lolling backwards. “goddamnit!” he groans, tucking himself back in. he reaches for his phone, looking for your contact. the line goes to voicemail but that doesn’t stop him. “baby, i’m sorry. just come over.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ mr. wick ✏️

— he’d been really mean lately. really mean. he would lash out at on you with simple things , depriving you of attention , making you feel like shit. and you had enough of it.

— one night , as he was winding down , you straddled his hips , giving him no room to move. and frankly , he wasn’t disappointed. you looked so sexy on top of him , taking initiative. it was until your rode him at he regretted how he treated you.

“baby. i’m sorry. please.” this was the first time you’ve seen him whine, beg none the less. you restricted him the privilege to touching you. he was twitching under you as you rode him to oblivion. “i’m sorry, honey. please just let me touch you.” he tries to touch your thigh, just wanting to touch one piece of you. “fucking touch me one more time and i’m tying you up.” you pull his wrists over his hand. “sweetheart, this is unfair. i just—” he groans as you sink yourself on his cock again. “shit!” he seethe through his teeth. “i swear after you’re done, i’m fucking you through the damn mattress.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ kevin lomax 💸

— now listen. just listen.

— after a gala (or whatever you call it) , he just wanted to fuck you in that dress you dawned tonight. he was tempted to fuck you in public , giving everyone a show to see but that would be unruly of him.

— he decided to take you home and have his way with you but you looked too fucking hot for him not to have you right then and there.

“come on, baby. cum on my fingers , please.” in addition to his fingers , his faint country accent was sending over the damn edge. his digits were coated with your slick , making velvety sounds every time they pushed in and out out you. he curls his fingers , pulsing them inside of you. “we’re not making it home until you cum.” he chuckles. “kev…” you moan, leaning your head on the window behind you. the feeling was euphoric , overwhelming. you wanted to let go then and there but he was teasing you bad , making you chase your own orgasm. “i guess you don’t want to feel good. huh , sugar?”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ neo 📀

— mutual masturb*tion! i headcanon the neo loves this shit. you stroking his cock lazily as his fingers pump inside of you.

— his whimpers and moans make you wetter and wetter by the second. how cute was it to have the one submit under your touch? fucking beautiful.

“you’re doing so good , baby.” the time count has been lost. all you knew was that it was time to kill the lights. both you and neo were restless and needed a quick release. you were too lazy to remove your clothes and so was he. you snuck your hand under his loose sweats , softly grabbing his cock. his hips jerked at the sudden touch. “calm down, baby. i haven’t even started.” you teased. “baby…” your lips ghost over his adam’s apple , nipping carefully at his throat. you spread his pre-cum over his tip , eliciting a loud whimper from his lips. “hush, neo. do you want to wake up the ship?” you softly chuckle. he felt bad that you were doing all the work in his. he wanted to hear you moan also. he missed you after all these runs he’s been on. the only time he could catch you was when he went to sleep. his thumbs draws tight circles around your clothed clit. “n—neo.” you almost fold. almost. “i can’t be the only one having fun, right?” he pulls you in for a kiss. this is gonna be a loooong night.

i—don’t say anything…i had an idea

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mike was terrible at apologizing. sometimes, he could barely utter the word “i’m” to start the sentence. which becomes a problem later on in your relationship. his way of apologizing was sex. though he was very inexperienced, he had a goal to fulfill.

you had told yourself that you weren’t going to accept that anymore, that in order for him to be forgiven by you, it had to be verbal. but it was a lie. each time you thought about it, you forgave him the moment his hand made contact with your body.

with apology, it was never penetrative. he was focused on your pleasure only. either your legs were on his shoulders, face buried in your cunt as you squealed in pleasure, or he was on his knees, eating you out from behind.

every few minutes, he would beg for forgiveness, still not staying the words “i’m sorry”. he let out how bad he felt, telling you he’ll never do it again. he’s begging to her the words of your forgiveness.

“please, baby. just say it.” he slurs, drunk off of lust. “i need you to say it.” he mumbles, his lips latching onto your clit. momentarily, he would squeeze one of your asscheeks like a stress ball. “please. i—i can do better.” he whines.

taglist ;; @baumbii

i’m taking requests for mike !! just no watersports and age play

JOHN WICK + PRIMAL KINK (kinda?)

inspo ;

”stop running away or i can stop right fucking now.” he twirls your hair around his wrist, tugging your back to his bare chest. his sudden burst of aggression made you whimper and shake.

after getting his car back from abram, bruised, full of adrenaline and clearly upset, he saw that it was only fit that he took his anger out on you. not in way that hurts your feelings. but to abuse your cunt. to make your brain turn into putty as your cunt squeezes around him, coating his cock with your arousal.

“this cunt belongs to me. me only. mine to fuck, abuse, pleasure. whatever i please to do to you, you will take it all.”

the apples of your cheeks were red, glazed by your tears that would momentarily roll down. “john, please.” you beg —pleaded— for him to slow down a bit, give you some grace.

but grace was and has never been in his vocabulary. he killed people for a living. with his bare hands that are now wrapped around your throat. how silly are you to ask for mercy?

“begging gets you nowhere, sweetheart. you need to earn it.” he chuckles darkly, his hot breath tickling your neck. a sharp thrust was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching as you reached your climax.

“baby, you might be done. but i still need a release.

me while writing this ;;

taglist ;; @iovesia