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marvel fics 💫

admit it - john walker x reader

lessons in anatomy - bob reynolds x reader

first taste - john walker x reader

a friendly proposal - joaquin torres x reader

touch me i’m sick - john walker x reader

john walker nsfw alphabet - john walker x reader

no time like the present - john walker x reader

sunday mornin’, everything’s alright - john walker x reader

the beauty you are - bob reynolds x reader

when we do it again, it will be for real - john walker x reader

i love your company - bob reynolds x reader

non marvel fics

When you first started dating the handsome older night shift ER doctor you thought, what could go wrong? Turns out, your free time was pretty asynchronous. On the rare, fleeting occasion that he had the night off, the two of you did all you could to make up for the lost hours. But every other night, when you were left by your lonesome, the tension that would form between your legs at the thought of him was sometimes too much to bear.

This night was no different. It was quiet in your and Jack’s bedroom as dawn slowly crept up on the sky. There was something that hung heavy in the air, something tantalizing and raw. Maybe that something was what instilled the downright unholy dreams that intruded on your slumber nearly all night.

Visions of Jack’s strong hands and gleaming eyes swirled across your mind, turning hotter and heavier by the second. You dreamt of his hands in your hair, around your neck, and other places.

Had you been at all conscious you’d be able to feel the wetness that had pooled in your core in your sleep. You would have also been able to hear Jack’s keys in the front door and his heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom. It was around 4:30 when he had gotten off his shift early after Robby had come in and taken over early in an attempt to occupy himself with anything to quiet his mind.

You barely stirred or heard him come into the bedroom. Jack came in and changed out of his day clothes as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb your slumber. He slowly crept into bed, his side dipping under his weight, when he heard your soft, sleepy voice whisper his name.

“Jack,” you breathed, barely audible.

“Yeah, baby,” he said back gently. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Jack,” you said again, only this time more… sensually?

Jack turned to look at you, and quickly realized you were still very much asleep, and very much dreaming. About him. He ran a hand softly through your hair and said, “Ohh, my girl’s dreamin’ of me, huh?”

The erotic visions of him continued to dance across your brain, causing your body to squirm and your breathing to hitch. Jack ran a hand up your side and gripped your boob. “How sweet,” he cooed. He ran his thumb over your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt, making you gasp and shiver. You kept letting out soft moans and sighs as his touch influenced your dream. He thought it was cute how quiet and delicate you were in this state, contrary to how rough he usually fucked you and how loud he was able to get you.

His hand moved down to your ass, giving it a pat and a squeeze, gentle enough not to wake you but tight enough to make your dreams all the more intense. “Oh, Daddy,” you muttered, body reacting to his every move.

“Right here, babygirl,” he knelt down and whispered back, his warm breath ghosting the shell of your ear. His words leaked into your brain, making his dream self speak the same sweet nothings. “My good girl,” he sighed, “Always so responsive. Even when she’s fast asleep.” He punctuated his remark with another tweak of your nipple, making your limp body jolt.

The dream was becoming so severe and passionate that you could feel yourself getting close within it. His name tumbled from your lips in broken whispers as he continued to grope and feel the curves of your body.

“Daddy… Jack, Jack…” you mumbled. “Ja… Jack! Y-you’re home—!” Your pleasure turned into startle as you woke, just before you got to the best part.

“Hi honey,” he said, rubbing your shoulder as you looked up at him, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“I didn’t realize how late it was. Is it really already past seven?” you asked groggily, still not having realized what he'd been doing.

“No, it’s only almost five, I got off early.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he laid down properly and got under the covers.

You yawned contentedly and curled into him, wrapping your arm around his waist as he put his around your shoulder. “God, I was having the best dream.”

“Oh, I know,” Jack replied. “Do you dream of me every night when I’m not around?”

You were stunned by his question, and a little embarrassed. “W-what? How did you…?”

“You know you’re a bit of a sleep talker?” he cut you off. You felt a flush creep up your neck, both mortified and exhilarated. “You wanna tell me about it? Wanna tell me how I fucked you in that pretty little head of yours?”

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Jack pounded into you from behind like he had a debt to collect. After what felt like hours of teasing you and making you a dumb, wet, incurable mess beneath him, you were more than eager to give yourself over to him fully, to become a ragdoll at the mercy of his dutiful hands. You had already finished twice, once on his mouth and once on his cock. Yet, he still continued to fuck you like it was the last time he ever would.

Tears and drool soaked his pillow that he had your face buried in, pushed down by one strong hand tangled in your hair. His pace wasn’t too fast, but it was forceful, a staccato rhythm that had you submitting further with every beat.

You let out a pathetic sound, barely able to muster any words as he fucked you. He laid a sharp smack across your ass, then rubbed the now reddened area. “Fuck, Da—nngh!” you squealed.

“Easy, baby, easy,” Jack soothed, though the way he moved was anything but gentle. “Daddy’s gotcha, you’re bein’ such a good girl for me, huh? Such a good puppy, that’s right.”

His praise alone nearly made you cum again then and there. His grunts were possessive and needy, complimenting your desperate, high-pitched moans. “Jack,” you whined, but he shoved your face back down into the pillow where it belonged, muffling the loud cry it drew from you.

“I know, baby. God, you poor thing, look at you,” he teased. “Just a mess.” The hand that wasn’t wedged in your hair came around your front to press tight circles into your throbbing, sensitive clit, the contact making you wail.

With the state he had you in, it wasn’t long before you were close again. Your slick combined with your earlier release leaked from your pussy in volumes that bordered on unnatural, but truly it wasn’t—Jack just made you feel that good. You were sure he could feel how close you were, too, with the way you were gripping him like a vice, his movements intensifying just a fraction with every pulse around his thick cock. He gave your ass another smack, then squeezed it hard.

“F-fuck—! D-daddy I’m gonna…” You barely managed to get a half-minded warning out before ecstasy crashed over you in hot waves. You wailed and sobbed through your third orgasm as Jack’s pace never faltered, continuing to drill into you like he was digging for oil.

“That’s it, babygirl, I gotcha,” he grunted out. His thrusts began to slow just a fraction but never ceased. “Soaking Daddy’s cock like a good fucking puppy. That all you good for?”

“Yes, yes,” you whined deliriously, hardly even conscious from how cock-drunk he had you. Before you even realized, he was flipping you over, manhandling you until your jelly-like legs were pushed back towards your head. The only thing snapping you out of your post-coital trance was him tapping his dick against your worn out core, sending small jolts of overstimulation through your body.

“You’re so good at it, though,” he responded in a gruff voice, eyes scanning over your limp body in a mix of predatory lust and unbridled adoration. His praise drew a low, wanton whimper from you as you tried to mentally prepare for him to fill you up again.

Alas, no amount of mental preparation could brace you for him shoving his entire length back into your weeping pussy in one swift motion. You cried out at the sudden feeling of fullness, barely able to take it all again so soon. “Fuck, Daddy please, I-I can’t,” you panted.

“I know, just relax for me baby,” Jack soothed. “I know you can take it, ‘cause you’re such a good girl, right?” You mewled as tears stung your eyes as he mercifully remained still inside of you. “I need an answer, sweetheart,” he chided as he stroked your flushed, tear-stained cheek with his thumb.

“Y…ye—aah,” you tried pathetically to reply.

Jack’s thumb traveled to your lower lip and he pushed it into your mouth. You moaned around it and sucked on it as he pushed it in deeper, pressing down on the back of your tongue. Then he moved his hand up and down slowly, puppeteering your head to make you nod. “Yeah? That’s it. You can take it,” he said before removing his thumb and sucking your spit off of it.

Satisfied with the answer he essentially forced out of you, Jack drew his hips back and gripped yours with bruising force. He pulled out almost all the way, leaving just his red leaking tip notched at your entrance, then slammed back into you with a thrust that punched the air out of your lungs.

It was like the intensity had stolen away your voice—or maybe that was just from how hoarse it had become. Either way, you were plunged back into the otherworldly pleasure-pain with a silent, breathless scream.

“Oh my—God, Daddy—!” you sobbed as Jack continued to fuck you so deep that your eyes started to roll back. He shoved two fingers back in your mouth to muffle the profane sounds that escaped you.

He growled, “Yeah, baby, so good—fuck, feels so good, puppy.” You could tell he was getting close from the way his voice became breathier and his pace more punishing.

The cord that had coiled tight in your belly had long since snapped, now he was just unraveling it and fraying its edges and forcing you to take it. Your hands frantically searched for something to grab onto, anything to ground you and prevent your body from instinctively pulling away. You felt too much everywhere, like your whole body had become a live wire, and yet, were Jack to stop, you’d feel a kind of emptiness that couldn’t be filled.

“Come on, gimme one more baby, can you do that? Just cum one more time for Daddy, please,” he groaned above you, fingers still between your lips.

“Da—mmh,” you mumbled around his digits. He removed them from your mouth and moved them to grip your throat. The pressure made you lightheaded, enhancing every sensation. “I-I can’t, Jack, I—oh God—!”

“Yes you can, babygirl, I know you can. Because you’re such a good girl, because you take it so well.” You were panting and writhing beneath him, completely helpless but with zero desire for help. You were exactly where you wanted to be. “C’mon, you’re Daddy’s good little puppy, say it,” Jack demanded. You knew he was holding back his fast-approaching orgasm because of how talkative he was getting.

You tried in vain to do what he said, but you could only produce stuttering moans and pitiful whimpers. He was fucking you so deep you could barely see straight. You could feel the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickle your pelvis and his leaking tip kiss your cervix with every brutal snap of his hips.

Jack leaned down to growl in your ear, “I said say it.”

It took every ounce of will power to finally heed his instruction. “I-I’m Daddy’s good li-ittle puppy—fuck!” Once you finally squeezed out the words through loud whines and sobs, it was like a seal had been broken, and you couldn’t stop telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. “I’m your good girl, Jack, fuck—I only wanna be good for you, I’ll only ever be good for you…”

“That’s right, baby, who’s a good girl?” Jack taunted, but you ate it right up.

“I am,” you gasped pathetically.

“Yeah, who’s a good girl?” he repeated.

“I-I am—!” In a flash, with just a few more punishing thrusts, your fourth orgasm struck your body like lightning. You screamed his name as your pussy clenched around him, soaking him in even more of your juices. Your vision blurred so much that you could barely see his blissed out eyes shutting closed, and your clouded mind barely felt his big hands gripping your flesh tighter.

You only had to endure a few more moments of his thick cock pulsing in and out of you before he came with a loud, airy groan. Your ragged breaths heaved in unison as his warmth settled inside of you. Jack let his head fall in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He licked the sweat from under your jaw, snapping you back to reality just a little.

“Good girl. You did so good,” Jack sighed. You let out a quiet sob under his weight and he turned the both of you over and held you against his chest, never pulling out even as he softened. “That was hard, hm?” You whined and nodded. “I know, sweetheart, but you did it. You took it so well and it’s over now.”

Your shaking hands found his grey sweat-damp curls and softly explored their feel as you came back down to earth. When your head finally cleared, you let out a soft, tired giggle. “You should come home early more often,” you said into the crook of his neck.

Jack hummed and said, “Was it everything you dreamed of and more?”

You nodded lazily. “Absolutely.”

“That dream felt so real, though,” you ruminated. “Like, I swear to God I felt your hands on me.”

“Don’t have to swear to anything, they were.”

You looked up at Jack who was gazing at you with a shit eating grin. “You dirty dog!” you gasped, poking him in the side, making him flinch.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you look so good even when you’re asleep,” he charmed. “I’m like the sandman, I just wanna give you good dreams.”

“More like the boogeyman, you little creep,” you teased with no real bite or anger behind your words. You yawned and said before closing your eyes, “You sure turned on your magic beam.” Jack laughed and held you tighter as the sun poured in from the curtains, enjoying your last hours of the morning together before you had to be up.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence and intermittent kisses, Jack asked, “So round two?” Your sleep schedule would never go back to normal.