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.”

taglist ;; @baumbii

where can i find a women like this😍

awooga ! !

Bohatyrka by sculptor Vasily Korchevoy

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀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

taglist ;; @iovesia

SO WET ! !

MIKE grumbles as he trips over one of Abby’s stuffed animals. the last time he laid eyes on a clock, it was 12:36. it’s been two hours since then. he was sure Abby was asleep already which he was glad about. he had you all to himself.

“babe.” he grumbles, taking his jacket off and discarding it somewhere around the room. although you were sleeping, he knew you wouldn’t be bothered if he woke you up for what was in store. he stripped himself down to his boxers, crawling on the bed.

“i know you can hear me.” his breath tickles your ear as he leans into you, making smile creep on your face. “you can’t pretend to be asleep with me.” he turns you on your back, kissing down your neck. a smile slowly creeps on your face. he had no time to waste. he missed you.

“worth a shot.” you giggle, voice still groggy. you knew what time it was from how ambitious he was being. making less work for him, you unclasp your bra, throwing it away. “fuck, i missed these.” one hand kneads one of your breasts as his lips latch onto your nipple.

“i’m not going to tease you tonight only because i’m impatient.” Mike kicks off his boxers and you shimmy out of your panties. he stands at the end of the bed, pulling you by your ankles closer to him. as look at his middle, you see a bead of pre cum dripping from his hole.

he slowly slides in, letting you adjust to his size for a few seconds before selfishly pumping into you. he felt like he had no time to wait. he needed his hard earned release now. “fuck…” he groans, bending down to kiss you, the spark between you two feeling familiar in his heart.

after a few pumps, his pace quickens, his hips snapping into your cervix with fervor. “m-mike.” tears accumulated at your water lines from not being able to let out your moans, afraid of waking his sister. “i’ve got you, baby.” he nips at your bottom lip.

his thumb draws tight circles on your clit. it was like soft torture.

“come, baby.” he chuckles lightly. your back arches, your legs shaking around him as you hit your climax, him following not long after.

you close your eyes, gaining your sense back from your high. “how was your night?” you chuckle, leaning on your elbows. “you don’t even want to know.” he lets out a breath.

“can i stay inside you tonight?”

taglist ;; @worldsgreatestsinner

TAKING ME HIGH !

“abby!” her hips snap into yours with fervor, your bottom rippling with every thrust. the rubber tip of the faux cock secure around her hips kisses every inch of your spongy walls, making you shiver with pleasure.

“come on, sweet pea. you can take it all. you’ve done it before.” she chuckles, her palm rubbing down the dip of your back.

she was right. you have taken her before. but you weren’t practically pinned to the bed under her disposal.

round after round and she hasn’t had her fill with you. you weren’t too fucked out for her. she wants your legs trembling, tears streaming down your face.

her hips slow down a bit, “hold onto something, babe.” she chuckles as she realizes that there’s nothing to hold around you. “you can take it like a big girl, can’t you?” she kisses the shell of your ear, a way of saying good luck.

how are you going to explain why your legs are wobbling?

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀FULL OF THAT D!CK ⋆ JOHNNY CAGE

→ 📁 ;; i literally can’t wait to play mk1🤭 (fem!reader , actress!reader , NO MK1 SPOLIERS , pwp , piv, semi-soft sex in the beginning , soft!johnny)

“come on, princess. don’t play hard to get now.” he teases, the pad of his thumbs rubbing over your pebble-like nipples.

you had just finished shooting a scene for one of his long awaited films. it was one of the more…sensual scenes in the movies, making him (in his words) rock hard. he has you bent over one of the vanities in the makeup rooms.

you were stand-offish with johnny at first. you’ve heard the many stories from your fellow actresses. hearing how unprofessional and perverted he was. but he was gentleman with you. making sure you were always comfortable with the scenes you were about to shoot.

“i’m not gonna hurt you. that much anyways.” he chuckles, softly thrusting into you. your hole clenched around him every time his tip kisses your cervix.

“johnny.” you whimper, gripping at edge of the vanity. your knuckles were turning white from how tightly your grip was.

“you okay, sweetpea?” he removes one hand from your chest, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

if you were another woman, he would’ve fucked the daylights out of you. not in a good way. just for his pleasure. he was enamored with you. he’s watched every show, every movie, any and every films you’ve been in, he’s watched. jacking off to them.

he made an oath to himself that if he ever met you, he would treat you like the queen you are. taking the utmost care. to be a gentleman to you.

“go a little faster, baby.” you whine, cunt squeezing around his base. “fuckin’ hell.” he groans. his grips at your hips, pulling you into his groin. “you asked for this.”

for the next few minutes, the room was filled with sounds of skin slapping, the noises ricocheting in your ears, and moaning, loud enough for the hall outside to hear.

“j-johnny. calm down!” you pant. but you couldn’t. the way your ass ripples with each thrust was intoxicating. “i can’t, princess.” the wet sounds of your cunt were sending him over the edge.

he paints the inside of your walls with his creamy thick load. “fuck, princess.” he pants, his body softening.

“johnny?”

he hums in response.

“i didn’t finish.”

he closes his eyes. you’ve gotta be kidding me.