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helloannemarieblr-blog · 1 year ago

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Idk if this is how u send requests but soft!daddy Jane banner edging a needy r 👀

a/n: ahaha... aha HA this was a long time coming obviously!! And it's not even super long so I don't even have any excuse uh.. enjoy daddy Jane

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut; edging (r receiving); daddy kink; couch sex; softish!top Jane; I think that's it...?

words: 2K

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Sitting in Jane’s lap was supposed to be the most comfortable place in the world, and it was, always. She never failed to make you feel safe and secure every moment she was around. There was never any question of how much she’d protect you; she’d give you the world if you wanted it. And so, whenever she asked, you gave her the same.

“Did you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

“No! Don’t stop, but-” Your stomach was clenched impossibly tight, had been for what felt like days with how your abdomen struggled to stay taught. Jane wanted you to sit on her lap, innocent enough; she loved being as close as possible to you in the evenings, especially cold nights such as this, so you thought nothing of it. But eventually, midway through some movie you’d never heard of before, Jane’s hands slipped down your shorts. They didn’t leave much to the imagination, really, thin and lightweight and completely impractical for the slight chill that ran through the air. Jane had a habit of being touchy, holding and caressing you any time the two of you sat close, and you didn’t mind. It made you feel wanted, so that even without conversation, she still had you on her mind.

Initially you just sighed happily, the warmth of her hands setting your goosebumped skin alight. But now she’d spent the better part of an hour teasing you, threatening to pull aside your panties with promising slips under the garment and deft hands going around where you wanted them. You’d waited the whole time for when she’d actually touch you, but she never did. “But what? What is it?” Her question was so casual it made your brows furrow, irritated with how much pleasure she got from driving you wild.

Your hips tried to buck into her hand, but she pulled back, leaving you to whine into the air. “Jane, don’t—” But she just shushed your protests, calming you by nudging the last obtrusive layer out of the way. Her fingers met your bare cunt and once again you rose into her; this time she let you. “Touch me?”

“I am touching you.” When you chanced a glance up, you found her gaze wasn’t on you at all. She was still intently watching the television. You wanted to be mad, to demand she focus on you instead, but then she was circling your clit and your train of thought was gone forever. Her free hand guided your legs further apart, allowing her free access at will. A particularly perfect stroke forced a whine past your lips and Jane, cruel as she was being, moved away. “Hush, this is my favorite part.”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep quiet, but then thin fingers were dragging their away along the length of your sex, gathering the wetness they’d caused. Right as you were about to break your vow of silence, they finally pressed against your entrance, plunging two fingers deep amidst the sound of a strangled moan. The stretch burned; you whined and wiggled, your tight walls struggling to adjust when Jane was already moving, sliding in and out as if you weren’t just barely keeping up as it was. “P-Please..” Pain was already dissolving into pleasure, the slow drag of her digits each time she pulled out blinding you from any lingering discomfort.

She’d teased so much already, forcing you to endure this film, all the while working you up impossibly slowly for her own amusement. You figured she just wanted to take her time with you; it was rare you got a whole evening to yourselves without any work or fatigue and naturally, you enjoyed the attention. Jane always had a way with you, perfectly calculated touches each time she approached you. There was never a time she didn’t know exactly what you needed— it was whether or not she was going to give it to you that you had to worry about. Tonight it looked like she was firmly set on denying you anything that may throw you over the edge. She was fucking into you methodically, just enough to pull you to that delicious edge, but never hitting that one spot that you both knew would send you flying in an instant.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. Sitting so pretty while I watch this.” Approval ran thick through Jane’s words, but you could only answer her with a pleading groan. Strained as you were, you loved to make her happy. Jane could force you to run through the muddy woods at night with the promise of her proud smile once you’d finished. You’d endure anything for her; she knew this, as did you. So, as much as you wanted to reach your hand between your legs and rub yourself to your own high, you wouldn’t. She’d let you, of course, but it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as what she did to you and there was no chance of Jane indulging you if you disobeyed.

That didn’t mean it was easy though. Every push of her fingers threatened to be your undoing, fists gripping Jane’s thighs for any bit of leverage. “Jane.. I need more.” Jane mumbled incoherently, kissing your cheek sweetly before finally looking down at you. God, you wanted to keep her eyes on you; there was nothing better than having her focus set squarely on you, like nothing could ever possibly tear her away.

She smiled something mischievous, her eyes betraying her trickery. “Oh?” Her hand picked up its pace suddenly, spearing you on the fingers that had you so blissfully split open. You felt like you were going to jelly, body molding against her slightly reclined one even further than you already were. “You asked me to touch you and I did. Now you want more? So greedy.” It felt so good, fingers and toes curling as your end neared. Your eyes screwed shut and you could just barely see the stars behind your lids when she ripped away, leaving you empty and dissatisfied. Jane watched every muscle in your body go rigid, just for a second, ready for the orgasm it wanted; the control you allowed her to wield over you, the trust you gave her to take care of you… she was a woman obsessed.

“Please daddy? Fuck me?” You arched into the hand now just resting atop you, pouting when it didn’t move. Following the motion of your hips with no pressure whatsoever, she moved along the length of you like one would tap against a desk and you groaned feeling yourself grow wetter with the torment. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Hmm…” Jane tightened her arm about your waist, pulling you higher up her own body just to reach you better. From this angle she could fuck you deeper, hold you closer, all with the perfect view of what she was doing to you. It wasn’t hard to bring you to the edge again, twisting and turning in her arms fruitlessly. She slowed again, but didn’t pull out this time, keeping her fingers buried where you were clenching weakly around you while your panting breaths echoed throughout the living room. Anyone could’ve been able to tell you were struggling to stay quiet; she wouldn’t be surprised if she had to patch up your surely bloody lip later. “Be a good girl and let daddy play while I finish this up.”

She was clearly talking about the movie; by your estimate you had about 20 minutes to go, but her comment wasn’t a question. The choice to comply was yours, but why would you ever deny her? Jane was moving before you nodded your head, resting it in the crook of her neck and hoping the smell of her could ground you long enough to last. She was relentless, manipulating you expertly over and over, each time stopping just in time to keep you away from what was now a much needed orgasm. “I-I can’t… I need to cum…”

The blonde sighed, her eyes snapping to yours with a disappointed frown twisting her lips. “You’re just asking for everything tonight, aren’t you?” A firm but gentle hand found your head, petting your hair to soothe you as if it would do anything to quell the burning ache consuming your entire being. Wounded eyes stared back up at her, begging for her approval— you tried so hard for her, it was always hard not to give in. “We’ll see.”

A string of expletives left your mouth as she went in again; you’d lost count of how many times it’d been now. Every bit of your focus went into holding back, the tightness in your abdomen felt like it was threatening to swallow you from the inside out, borderline cramping. “Please, please.. just once?” Jane didn’t respond to you past a hum, pretending to consider your bargain. If your arms would work, maybe you would’ve grabbed her chin and forced her to look at you; you needed her attention just as much as you needed your release.

“Not yet.” The simple response came with a curl of her fingers and it was a miracle you didn’t come apart right there. She alone could reach that spot that made you feel like you were soaring above the clouds. Try as you might, you were growing weak. You held back as many as you could on your own and if she kept going, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop it. “Isn’t this what you wanted, baby? Why are you whining?”

You hadn’t even realized you were making noise still until she called you out on it, a dark chuckle erupting from her chest. Jane gave you exactly what you wanted, true, but she made it agonizing. Your shorts and panties were ruined, surely soaking through to Jane’s own pants, and the lewd sounds of sex nearly overpowered the movie’s low volume; maybe you’d have even a hint of embarrassment with your dishelved state if your head wasn’t so foggy. If she denied you again for forgetting to be quiet, you’d rage. Tears fell from your eyes as you fought against your own body, the base of Jane’s palm now angled to rub against your painfully swollen clit; you couldn’t, you wanted to, but you couldn’t— “I’m s-sorry, I need to cum.. please, daddy… I can’t…!”

Jane tugged on your hair, just hard enough to make you look at her, blown pupils taking in the smug satisfaction your girlfriend had plastered all over her face. “Cum for me, sweetheart.” Whether you were able to wait for her or you broke in the same second she gave you permission, you didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. Wave after wave of pleasure hit you, overwhelming every sense you had, back arching impossibly hard away from the woman holding you securely. She fucked you lazily through your orgasm, only stopping when your hand weakly batted hers away, her touches turning painful. “You did so well, my darling girl, I’m so proud.”

Nodding was all you could manage, even that proving a struggle as your entire body screamed to stay still. “That was unnecessarily mean..” you chuckled, turning over with her help to snuggle into her. Jane laughed along with you, kissing every part of your face she could reach.

At some point, she must’ve dragged the blanket resting over the back of the couch, shielding your quickly chilling body from the air. “You haven’t even seen me mean yet. I let you cum this time.”

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helloannemarieblr-blog · 1 year ago

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Eu tenho estado nos bares, eu estou tentado te mata do meu coração.

Vice sempre disse que eu era boa em não sentir as coisas! Mas você estava muito errada. Eu sempre sentir tudo, até as borboleta no estômago, mas agora ela estão morta, assim como você.

Não posso mais chama esse lugar de casa pois no momento em que você se foi, eu fiquei desabrigada.

Aqui tem tudo me lembra você, e eu sempre achei uma bobagem isso de que as memórias são as melhores coisas.

Quero ter amnésia Natasha.

Nunca mais lembra de como eu me apaixonei por você e de quando nos entregamos uma a outra, unindo nossas almas em uma.

Mas você se tatuou em meu coração e em todo o meu corpo.

Tem aquele livro do morro dos ventos uivantes.

Abro a porta da nossa casa, já tem um tempo que não entro nela.

Eu entendo muito bem o personagem.

Ninguém na terra ou no inferno podia nos separar Natasha, mas você o fez, mais o cara lá tinha o espírito da mulher pra assombra-lo.

Mas sua alma está em outro planeta, e o que assombra e o seu fantasmas em minhas memórias.

Eu tentei afogar tudo isso em mim.

Mas estou aqui dança pela nossa casa .

Com seu fantasmas.

Mais, mais um dia começar e a realidade está batendo.

E Natal lá fora, as pessoas estão aproveitando a vida que você deu a elas.

A neve está caindo, tudo está frio, assim como meu coração.

O apartamento também está, não quero levanta e ligar o aquecedor, quero que o frio me leve.

Eu não acho que parei de chorar.

Não vejo ninguém, desde o dia que Tony usou as joias.

Thor disse que sua alma fazia parte da joia da alma e que isso não podia ser desfeito.

Steve também se foi, ele levou as 5 joias com ele, eu nunca iria deixa ele levar você.

Eu estive evitado Clint todo esse ano, eu entendo que foi escolha sua, mas não aceito.

Wanda foi embora também, eu entendo ela. Eu também irei embora em breve.

...

Batidas na porta me acorda de um sono turbulento.

E Clint, ele acabou de arrombar minha porta.

— Você já foi mais educado! Agora entra sem ser convidado.

— Laura mandou arrasta você pra casa nesse Natal, então não me venha com desculpas, e eu sabia que não iria abria a porta. — ele olha ao redor, e enrruga o nariz, a casa não está tão habitável, mas não me incomoda a ele sim— a quanto tempo você não arruma isso aqui, ou toma banho ou come alguma coisa.

Seu olhar e de preocupação é tem tristeza neles também.

Eu já passei pelos os estágios da negação da raiva e da negociação, mais nunca aceitação, e eu acho que vou sofrer pra sempre.

— já tem... uh... não sei.

Ele puxou meu coberto e me empurrou pra fora da cama e ligou o chuveiro em mim ainda de roupa.

— só saia daí quanto estiver no mínimo apresentável. Não vou deixa meu filhos verem a tia dele assim.

Clint sempre foi cuidadoso, desde que ele me resgatou de um laboratório de experiência em humanos ele cuidou de me. Me deu uma família e me tem como sua irmã caçula.

E depois de fica sentada no chão ainda vestida e com água caído em me, me levanto e tiro a blusa e shorts que estou usando. Já tinha um tempo que eu não fazia isso.

Lavei meu cabelo e ele caiu bastante.

Me olho no espelho e estou horrível.

30 minutos saiu enrolando na toalha.

— Agora parece gente, aqui eu escolhi roupas pra você, se troca e se prepara pra sair, iremos janta fora, estou com as crianças em um hotel, e nem adianta dizer que não vai.

— Não pode me obrigar.

— posso e você sabe disso, e iremos em um teatro assistir a peça Rogers.

Eu nem falei, seria inútil.

O mundo é bem barulhento aqui fora, quero volta a dormir.

E que droga de peça é essa, eles estão contando a história de como thanos foi derrota.

Lógico não estava lá, é a mulher que eles usaram pra ser você, essa peça é uma vergonha alheia.

— vou ao banheiro.— digo a Clint em forma de sinais porque sei que ele desligou o aparelho auditivo.

O lado de fora era mais sufocante do que lá dentro.

E muita felicidade pra minha tristeza aceita.

E tem agora um cachorro, El não tem um dos olhos, ele está balançado o rabo pra mim.

—Não olhe assim pra mim, não posso ser sua dona, minha mulher nunca.....— engulo em seco, Natasha nunca deixou eu ter um cachorro ou gato, " temos missões de mais, onde eles vão ficar quando estivermos fora? São como crianças precisão de pessoas presentes" — você precisa de um dono que tenha um coração bom

— Está falando com animais agora? — Clint fala bem ao meu lado.

— Muito melhor do que algumas pessoas.

As crianças nos alcançaram do lado de fora, e formos janta.

Clint estava tentando levar a vida o mais normal possível, foi difícil conta a todos ele sobre Natasha e que sua tia Anna estava

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