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early 20s Bi 18+ blog Marvel, Spn, GOT, HP, and pretty much every Cevans and Stan characters. Requests and questions are open!

[khaleesilittlesiren]

Hi Lovelies! I hope you have been well. My friend and I were supposed to go see Louis Tomlinson this Sunday in Charlotte at the spectrum center. But she is visiting family in Venezuela and can not get home in time for the concert. If anyone would be interested in the tickets please let me know. I also understand any hesitation for posts like this with the fear of scam tickets, as somone who has been scammed before I promise this is not.

[daintiestgirl]

butches  live  for  the  sight  of  their  femmes  in  nightgowns.  not  just  any  nightgown;  the  filmy  ones  that  barely  hang  on,  all  lace  and  silk  and  those  thin  little  straps  that  slide  off  like  they’re  begging  to  be  fucked  off.  it’s  enough  to  make  a  butch  lose  his  mind.  but  it’s  not  just  how  pretty  the femme  looks.  it’s  the  access.  that  sweet,  slutty  kind  of  access.  being  able  to  grab  a  handful  of  tit  through  the  fabric,  squeeze  it,  slap  it,  roll  a  nipple  between  calloused  fingers  until  she’s  gasping  like  she’s  about  to  break.  sliding  a  hand  into  her  panties,  thick fingers knuckles  deep  in  her  soaked  pussy  before  she  can  even  think  to  beg.

there’s  something  filthy  about  how  soft  and  feminine  she  looks,  all  dolled  up  just  to  get  ruined.  her  moans  muffled  against  a  pillow,  fists  gripping  the  hem  of  the  gown  while  her  butch  pounds  into  her  like  she  owns  her.  or  using  that  extra  fabric  to  yank  her  hips  back  onto  his  thick  strap,  over  and  over,  until  she’s  whining  and  shaking  and  begging  for  more. it’s  the  kind  of  thing  that  stains  your  memory. her  body  fucked  out  and  trembling,  nightgown  pushed  up,  tits  bouncing,  eyes  gone  glassy.  a picture-perfect mess.

[wontonsoupinthemorning-deactiva]

message to all bitches

please survive

[butch4allconfessions]

“pillow princesses are just greedy” IS HER GASPING FOR YOU AND SCRATCHING AT YOU AND TAKING YOU LIKE A GODDESS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU YOU BASTARD. ILY PILLOW PRINCESSES I WILL DEFEND YOUR HONOUR UNTIL I BREATHE MY LAST

[womenobsessed-deactivated202503]

Been so out of it, shits depressing af.

Me: I should see a therapist

Also me: Fuck nawwww

Also me again: women are my therapy

So, in conclusion, after a rough weekend. I need pretty girls to flirt with 😫

[khaleesilittlesiren]

Aww

I am sorry, how can I help daddy??

[askwomenobsessed]

I'm like super high, can barely think, it would be so easy to take advantage of me

So easy, I'm so high too, lol want to shot gun bunny? You can be such a good wet toy to play with

[askwomenobsessed]

Hi daddy,

Could we play while we smoke a joint together? Making me cloudy and just a hole for you to use and breed (sorry I am high and want be used)

Hi darling, yes we can play, you can sit on my lap full with my strap and see how long you last warming me before begging to get fucked like a good breeding toy.

[khaleesilittlesiren]

I must admit I don’t think I would last long

[womenobsessed-deactivated202503]

Sapphic somno vibes in the beginning 18+

See I love to fuck a pretty girl in her sleep run my tongue through her folds and have her grow wet for me, waking when I push my fingers in her wet pussy...

But as the butch, going to sleep with my strap and feeling the weight on top, hands on my shoulders and you whimpering and moaning as you wake me up to you fucking yourself on me.

Feral

Immediately pushing you on your back and fucking you properly for thinking you can just use me. Pushing those pretty thighs back and fucking you deep, making sure you feel every inch, sucking on your tits, your nipples sore and raw.

Fuck you until you're over the edge and only then will I stop to turn you on your belly grab your hips and pull you back. Sliding inside of you from behind. Gripping your hair in my fists and using you. Fucking you. Making sure we're facing the mirror near our bed so you can see what a good morning slut you are. Eager to get fucked right before work.

Eyes rolling back, lips parted, drooling, moans and whimpers along with the slapping of my thighs on your ass would only have me fuck you more, breeding your slick pussy.

Anyway its 3am I'm for real going to sleep have to be up in 3 hours 😫

[askwomenobsessed]

Mmm, I so want you to take care of me when I'm high. A submissive, needy, stupid doll sitting on your lap 🎴

Hehe you make me giggle. Ih what a fun stupid toy you'll be all vulnerable for me to play with. I need to take care of you darling, keep shotgunning smoke into your pretty mouth making you all silly.

[mommyownsmee]

This morning, I woke up drenched in need, slick with it, my body already aching, already desperate—and it’s your fucking fault. My sheets are soaked through, my thighs trembling, my skin feverish. I can still feel the ghost of your words on my skin, the way they coiled around me last night like restraints, leaving me writhing, gasping, ruined. You knew exactly what you were doing. You weren’t just teasing for fun, weren’t just playing with me to get a reaction. No, you said it yourself—you wanted to break me. You needed me to come undone at the sound of you, to fall apart with nothing but your voice. And fuck, I want to. Over and over. You know I’m obsessed with you. Not in a sweet, blushing way—no, this is something darker, something consuming. You’ve embedded yourself so deep inside me that I don’t think I’ll ever be free again—not that I fucking want to be. You’ve rewired my brain, made my body so attuned to you that nothing else even comes close. Now you’ve left me dripping, soaked, desperate, and trembling—but with no way to fucking ease it. And you love it. You love making me this weak. There is nothing I can do about this hunger in me. Nothing is enough to soothe it. It’s never enough. You’ve made me insatiable, ruined me for everyone else but you. So I did the only thing I could—I touched myself again, shaking and desperate, soaking my fingers as I chased the ghost of your voice in my head. I lost count of how many times I made myself come today. Stopped keeping track after I screamed your name for the ninth—or maybe the twelfth?—time. And then I started to put that voice note of you on repeat while I continued. Over and over, I listened to you. Every word, every breath, your laugh—burning them into my skin, branding me from the inside out. I want to be conditioned to you. I want to train my body to only respond to your voice, to your orders, to the way you own me with just your words. I need it. I need you. No porn, no filthy video, no half-hearted fantasy even comes close to the way you destroy me with just your voice. So I stopped trying. I stopped searching for substitutes. There is no substitute for you. There is no escape from you. I don’t even fucking want one. I love this. I love how weak you make me. I love knowing I belong to you completely, that I don’t even want to fight it. My body is yours. My pleasure is yours. I need you. And fuck, I love it. I love being this weak for you. I love knowing I belong to you so completely that I don’t even want to fight it. I don’t need anything else. Just you. Just your voice. Just the way you break me—again and again and again.

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[catchymemes]

[wickedscribbles]

It's A Scandal! It's A Outrage! ch. 4

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Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Rating: Explicit

Tags: anal fingering, teasing/banter, pet names, praise kink, bottom Logan/top Wade, anal sex, enthusiastic consent, begging, edging, canon-typical (kinky!) violence, fluff, power struggle

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In.

Out.

In...out.

Rinse. Repeat.

Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. (Not for anal fingering; just in general, folks.)

Logan squirms and wriggles and huffs around two of Wade’s crooked fingers, crossing his arms as Wade looks up. Pouting as Wade continues his work between spread legs, propped-up hips. It's made easier with the glide of lube, a slick motion he rarely has to pause.

By now, he has no doubt that Logan's about as sober as one of those workplace safety commercials that gave him PTSD circa 2007. Blowing straight zeros in the breathalyzer.

“Aww, whatsa matter, princess?” Wade coos at him, nuzzling against the skin of Logan’s inner thigh.

Fuck, he would gladly die here – yeah, yeah, if it were still possible. The point is, he’s hypnotized by the way Logan’s body is taking him, slowly getting looser and looser with all the gentle attention. Watching his own fingers slide into Logan’s hole is spank bank material he’s already filed away for later.

Logan whimpered when he slid the first finger in. Whimpered. Arched up into it like he needed more. Fucking told Wade that he wanted more, demanded it, but Wade told him to be still while they worked their way up to that. Because holy fuck is he tight. Is Wade’s dick going to get sliced off when he tries to get in there? He isn’t sure, but that's a risk he's willing to take.

“‘M gonna fall asleep if you keep goin’ that fuckin’ slow,” Logan hisses.

Wade knows he’s lying. Though he’d specifically been instructed not to move, Logan’s rocking his hips back onto Wade’s fingers, gasping softly every time he goes deeper. He’s rock hard, hands twitching at his sides. Something tells Wade that it's taking a lot of self restraint for Logan to stay put – to not swap places and take what he wants.

“Mm, your petit ami says otherwise.”

Nonetheless, Wade gives him a little more, stroking his walls nice and deep. Logan shudders, legs clamping tight. The most delicate bead of pre-come dribbles from the head of his cock, flushed all pretty and pink.

Ooh, now that’s a good sign.

“Is that the spot?” Wade says, so soft the words are nearly all breath. Logan hears him anyway, floating in a puddle of sensation above him on the mattress. He moans something meant to be a yes.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

Wade can’t help but say it – let’s be honest, he’s never not worn his heart on his sleeve. Earlier on, he might have thought that calling Logan pretty would've resulted in getting speared through, or at least insulted. Now, though, he only flushes at the term.

“You want more, baby? You ready to take it?”

“Yes, hell yes, get inside me right the fuck now,” Logan blurts.

If Wade had lubed himself up any faster, he’d be breaking some sort of record. Stopping only to kiss the top of Logan’s knee, he lines himself up. Logan adjusts too, helping him out by wrapping his legs around Wade’s waist – like he knows just what to do. His nerves are going haywire, suddenly he’s a virgin again and terrified he'll screw this up, and –

And then the tip of his cock catches at Logan’s hole, the slightest bit of resistance. He presses forward, breathing hard, trying to concentrate on what he’d promised – on keeping this slowslowslow. Logan still feels very tight around him, velvet perfection on his cock that just keeps squeezing and squeezing the further he inches in.

Focus, Wilson.

“Gonna move now,” Wade says, once he’s fully seated. Once he’s sure he’s not going to ejaculate just from entering him for the first time. “You ready, peanut?”

Logan stares up at him like his world would stop spinning if Wade pulled out. He’s never seen such a vulnerable look on the man’s face, something so needy and open. His hands cling to Wade’s hips, as if to hold him in place.

“Please move.”

For once, Wade has nothing to say to that. He just fucks Logan, one shallow thrust, then another, spurred on by the deep-throated moan he’s rewarded with. He feels like he’s going to come at any second, but at the same time, he can’t seem to stop. Each gentle motion of his hips makes things a little more comfortable inside Logan’s tight hole.

Nope. Nope nope nope nope not gonna come, not yet.

“Faster,” Logan demands, his normally rough voice pitched a little softer, a little higher. “Please, baby, please please go faster.”

His fingers clutch at Wade’s hips, bruising hard. Logan meets Wade’s thrusts as much as he can in this position, keeping perfect rhythm. He’s trying to force Wade to go at the speed he wants, muscles straining in his stomach, arms, and thighs. Okay, now there’s no doubting it. He definitely knows what he’s doing. And he’s going to make Wade come in record time.

Wade might be the one topping tonight, but he is so fucked.

“Can – I – kiss you,” Wade gasps, edging his orgasm so hard that he can feel it in his fingertips. Lying in wait for him, bottomless thrill that always ends too soon – oh god oh fuck not yet not fucking yet.

Logan hums his consent, wriggling to prop up on his palms, and they don’t kiss as much as ram their faces together. Someone’s bleeding – Wade doesn’t know who – teeth breaking skin and tongues lapping it up and all the while Logan’s hot body around him.

“Gonna come,” Logan informs him after about three seconds of this. “Wade, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop –”

“Please,” Wade says, and he might be crying at this point. He grabs Logan’s cock and strokes wildly, drinking in the near-shout. “Fuck, come for me, peanut, I got you –”

With a ragged moan and blood on his teeth, Logan comes hard. Wade is only seconds behind, gasping as the tight clench of Logan’s body milks him for everything he’s worth. He grinds in deep, drawing it out, only vaguely aware of what he’s saying.

Fuck baby you’re so goddamn tight, you feel amazing, ‘m coming so fucking hard, think my cock is gonna need to regenerate after this, holy shit, Logan, fucking christ –

Inevitably, they're a mess again. Wade doesn't mind at all, and judging from the dazed look on Logan's face, it's the last thing he's thinking about.

A handful of seconds pass where they just breathe. Wade runs his fingers over Logan's knee, and Logan returns the touch idly, their hands brushing over each other. Wade's still inside him, stubbornly staying put though he's all but gone soft, hiking Logan's hips up higher to give him the leverage to stay put.

Something about the way they just stay like that makes Wade feel funny. Or maybe it's all the exercise they just did, the sex chemicals, who really knows?

All he can say for sure is that his head is swimming as he gazes down at Logan, their fingers kind of playing together in a non-urgent way. Easy and relaxed. Wade catches Logan’s eye, and they smile at each other, all familiar and warm. Some real Nicholas Sparks shit.

He knows, right at that second, that he wants to make this a long-term thing. Casual fucking is great and all, but the possibility of seeing Logan on the reg – hearing him say things like I want to see you – hits him right in his shriveled up little heart.

And hell yes, the sex is good. The sex is another level of mindblowing. But getting to spend more time with Logan, just doing mundane shit like walking the dog or watching movies together? Wade thinks he'd like that just as much. He's getting older (or maybe just uglier), and having flings doesn't really scratch the itch like it used to.

Wade wants to build something with someone again. Or at least try. The only issue is knowing for sure whether Logan wants that, too.

To Wade's surprise, Logan is the first to break the silence, throwing his already unsteady train of thought off its tracks.

“You wanna…go again?” He asks, all eager and sly.

Now it's Wade's turn to laugh a little. This guy sure knows how to keep him rolling with the punches tonight.

“How the hell am I gonna say no to a face like yours?”

Okay, he didn’t mean it to come out sounding soppy and sweet. But at least it got Logan to duck his head and blush a little, muttering aw Wade what the fuck as he wriggles impatiently.

He decides to just double down, push Logan’s buttons a little.

“I mean, you’re so fuckin’ cute – look at you,” Wade adds.

Not only is Logan quickly getting hard again, but he’s growling in annoyance – except that growl is bordering on the edge of a bratty whine. It seems like he can’t decide what to do with his hands, now that he’s pulled loose from Wade’s playful grip. Does he want to leave them at his sides? Hide his face? Cross his arms? He’s all restless in a way that Wade seldom gets to see, and it’s getting him hard again too.

“Oh, peanut, this is just too much.”

If he could do it in this position, Wade would be kicking his feet in glee.

“What do I have to do to get you to shut up and just – fuck me?”

Now Logan fixes him with a glare, perfect wannabe brat that he is.

Wade pretends to deliberate, drumming his fingers over Logan's chest with a prolonged hmmm. He’s fully hard again in the delicious, comfortable squeeze of Logan’s ass, and it’s a true act of self-discipline not to pick up right where they’d left off.

“You could ask nicely,” he says at last. “Say pretty, pretty please like you did a few minutes ago. God, that was hot.”

“Like hell I will,” Logan replies, but there’s a quiver in his voice that lets Wade know he’s struggling just as much. He licks his lips, looking right at Wade. He realizes that his Wolvie, his peanut, the quiet gruff no-nonsense man he’d always just assumed wanted to top, is asking to be put in his place. Roughly.

Oh, he wants a power struggle? Wade’ll give him a power struggle.

Snapping forward, Wade grabs a fistful of Logan’s hair and yanks his head back hard.

The motion does amazing things to the way their bodies are interlocked. Logan gasps, but Wade grits his jaw to keep from giving much of a reaction to the way he tightens around Wade’s cock. Logan’s hand catches his wrist, like he’s going to wrestle his hand off, but doesn’t actually move. He just hangs on – one might even say as if for dear life – his grip squeezing hard. Wade’s fingers nestle in the thick cowlicks of Logan’s hair, tugging a little. From the grip Wade has on him, Logan’s neck strains, highlighting the rapid pulse in his jugular. Incredible.

“I said,” Wade repeats, his voice silky and low, “-- say please.”

Logan blinks up at him, pupils huge, mouth hanging open somewhat.

“No.”

“Okay then–”

Wade didn’t want to have to do this. He doesn’t want to have to pull out of Logan to get what they both want. But he does, and the tiny sound of disappointment that his bratty lover makes doesn’t go unnoticed. Edging down to the end of the mattress, Wade grabs Logan by both ankles and tugs. Logan doesn’t go easily, and Wade’s arm muscles flare hot in protest, but he still manages to inch him down.

Logan laughs a bit, letting him do it, all slack-limbed and staring at him like he can’t wait to see what Wade tries next. A tiger watching a mouse running around his enclosure. Grinning and delighted, like this is exactly what he wanted.

With Logan fully flat on the bed again, Wade clambers on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Turn over,” he demands.

Another smirk.

“Make me.”

“Somehow I knew you’d say that.”

Lightning fast, Wade grabs Logan by the hair with one hand and grips him just above the elbow with the other, forcing half of his upper body to twist.

“Either you get on your stomach or I dislocate your shoulder,” he sings, nudging his hard cock into Logan's stomach as an incentive.

“You'd break your wrist first,” Logan says back, arching his hips up into the touch. Eyes full of lust as Wade pulls his hair even harder. “Who's got the tougher bones?”

Shit.

Time to stain the covers, then. Wade looks down at the new green sheets, annoyed at himself. He'd replaced the last set they'd covered with blood, but neglected to think about future encounters. He should just start buying dark colors and save himself the cash.

Fumbling behind the headboard, Wade pulls trusty Baby Knife #3 loose from where the sheath is taped to the wood. Without hesitating, he stabs it into the thick muscle of Logan's shoulder. Logan barks at the unexpected pain, a high quick yelp as he jolts forward in an attempt to dislodge the blade. Like an animal.

It's not a dislocation, but hey, it got his attention.

Wade keeps the knife in, twisting the blade a little. Logan whimpers, cock twitching only inches from Wade's own.

“Are you ready to listen now?” Wade says gently, kissing the tip of his nose.

Blood trickles out of the wound, dripping down Logan's naked torso. They both know it'll gush for a good second before his healing factor takes over.

“Yeah,” he breathes. A mess of sweat and blood and come. So pretty.

“You still good?”

Wade would be a shit sex partner if he didn't take a second to check in. Roughhousing is one thing – stabbing is different territory. Even if he knows Logan can take it, getting the confirmation sets his anxious little soul right.

Logan nods.

As quickly as he'd put it in, Wade yanks the knife out of Logan's shoulder. The sheets are fucked. Even though Logan's skin is already starting to knit over, his shoulder is squirting like a camgirl. Yeah, definitely dark colors from here on out.

Tracing two fingers affectionately over where the wound had been, Wade lets him go, brushing his thumb against a sweat-soaked lip. He climbs off of Logan's lap.

“You know what to do, sweetheart.”

Logan blinks a handful of times. Hesitates. Looks at Wade and then away again, as if he wants to say something, then doesn't. Finally, he swallows hard and turns over, settling on his stomach with his arms folded. Face down, ass up perfection.

“Please?” Wade hears him say in a small voice, muffled a little into the pillows.

“Oh, you're such a good boy.” He kisses the small of Logan's back, not missing how he shivers. “But I need you to be a little more specific, ‘kay? Please what?”

A few heavy breaths before Logan can get the words out, and Wade takes advantage of the hesitation to mount him, sliding his cock against the perfect muscle of Logan's ass.

“Please – Wade, please fuck me, fuck me hard. Need it. Right now.”

Wade's panting now, too, already reaching for the lube and slicking his palm. He pumps his dick a few times to get it nice and covered, rutting against Logan until Logan's pushing back.

This time, it's not quite as slow and delicate.

Neither of them has the patience anymore – and, well, Logan had asked nicely. Wade's fingertips press into his hole for only a few moments, testing how loose he still is. (The answer? He isn't. Oh, the wonders of a mutant healing factor.)

Still, the quiet litany of please comes from Logan's mouth as if he can't stop now that he's gotten started.

Please as Wade's pressing inside him.

Fuck, please as Wade settles in up to the hilt.

Wade, please, yes with the first thrust.

“Tell me to – slow down if it's too much,” Wade manages, already swimming in the kind of pleasure they only write in gay fanfiction.

His hands rest lightly on Logan's hips, almost casually. Seeing the other man spread out underneath him, all muscular back and wild hair and flushed skin, is a power trip Wade never thought he'd get. It'd be one thing if Logan was only doing this because Wade wanted to try it. But Logan wants this so damn bad.

He gets sort of an uh-huh from Logan in response. Wade's pretty sure he's too busy grinding up into his cock, already taking as much as he can get.

They start their rhythm in earnest. The slap of skin on skin echoes loud in the room, but not as loud as Logan. From under Wade, he gasps out with every thrust he takes. They pitch into low whines as Wade picks up the pace, a continuous murmur of noise that sometimes strings itself into a sentence.

Wade's not sure he's ever been this turned on before.

“Wade,” Logan says softly. “Wade, it's so good, it's s’good, oh, oh, fuck…”

“Glad it's good,” Wade answers, rubbing soft circles into his skin. Smiling like an idiot. Having what definitely counts as some of the best sex of his life, floating again toward the immaculate edge of orgasm. “You feel amazing, peanut, you have no fuckin' idea how good you f-feel, how close you get me and how fast.”

“Wade,” Logan says again, more urgent, arching up hard.

Oh Jesus Christ. This is breaking his brain. Erasing his stamina.

“Yeah, peanut?” Wade grits his teeth around the pet name, tries to sound So Normal.

“Faster,” the sex symbol underneath him begs, and it seems he physically cannot say no. His hips snap forward, giving Logan what he’d asked for without hesitation.

Wade can count on one hand the number of times his brain’s actually gone quiet in the past ten years or so, but now he’s floating. No anxiety. No distractions. Just the call and answer of Logan’s body and his. Giving him what he needs.

In, out. In, out.

Every time daring to go harder, harder, wrenching Logan’s hips up off the bed. Forcing his face deeper into the cover of his own folded arms. Wade can hear his claws coming out, slow, ripping through a pillowcase and one of Logan’s own forearms.

“So – fuckin’ – close,” he tells him, nothing more than a string of gasps.

“Yeah?”

Wade Wilson has never been further away from a witty quip in his life. Whatever remains between his ears is all unwound strands of Hubba Bubba Bubble Tape, crammed into his skull.

Logan’s shoulders are trembling. Wade gives his hips a reassuring squeeze, grinding himself in hard, wishing he was in a good position to lean in and kiss the curve of his neck. He settles for placing a hand to the space between his shoulder blades, touching that subtle quiver, trying to soothe him.

“You gonna come for me, baby? Ruin my sheets a little more?”

A choked sob. “Wade – oh – god –!”

Logan clenches tight around his cock as he spills onto the bed, and as if in tandem, the end of his release sparks the beginning of Wade’s. Right as he finishes monologuing through telling Logan how well he’d done, what a good boy he is, how amazing this was, Wade’s voice pitches up as his own release takes over.

Below him, Logan can only groan, pleased, shifting his hips subtly as Wade fills him for the second time that night. Breathing heavy as he goes slack against the mattress, lying in a mess of come but unwilling to haul himself up just yet. Spent and dazed and satisfied, fucked out into rare bliss.

When it's all over, Wade pulls out gently, bringing another gush of fluid with him.

The first thing he can think of to do once he's off Logan's back is to kiss the places he couldn't reach before, lips brushing the lightest touch there. Moving higher, up his spine, sprinkling praise in between.

“Did so good, bud. Amazing for me. Such a fuckin’ natural– ” – up to Logan's shoulder now, sweat salty kisses numbering in the dozens “–didn't know you wanted that –”

As he's about to reach Logan's neck (truthfully one of his favorite places to give attention), Logan finally shifts to lie on his back, scrubbing harshly at his eyes. Sniffling a little. And his eyes are a little red and wet and oh wow, was he crying? Sex so good he cried?

…Or was it a bad thing? Fuck.

“Hey,” Wade shifts gears immediately, all of that anxiety rushing back like adrenaline. Like nausea. “You okay, honey badger?”

Logan nods, slow.

(Does he have to look that good with tears clinging to his lashes? Is Wade going to add dacryphilia to his already long list of kinks?)

“M’fine,” he says. “That just got – intense.”

Okay, Wade can agree with him there. They'd gone balls to the fucking wall. A streak of Logan's blood splatters right above the headboard, and a few drops stain the carpet, too. Not to mention all the jizz and sweat.

“Yeah…looks like a bleach bucket kinda night,” Wade observes, and Logan gives him a tired chuckle.

With effort, he hauls himself to standing (snap crackle pop), and Wade takes in an eyeful of his handiwork. If he can't have marks all over Logan’s ridiculously hot bod, then blood and come will have to do.

“We gotta get in the damn shower,” Logan croaks, stretching his back. “Feel like a piece of old gum.”

“Nah, you're cuter and taste better.” Pausing only to give him a quick kiss on the bicep, Wade turns to open the bedroom door. “I'll start the water.”

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[vampangrylesb]

It would be nice to spend this birthday in the midst of boobs or eating a pussy, or being eaten until you pass out.

[brunchable]

Play Dirty | Steve Rogers x f!reader [18+]

Words: 8.7K Warning: SMUT. Public teasing with use of sex toy, jealous!steve, a bit of gaslighting, steve being very demanding, hard edging, overstimulation, Oral (M and F), Cunnilingus, fingering, tit fucking, deep-throating, dirty talking, spanking, praising, unprotected piv. Sneak Peak: Steve shifted in his seat, his hand slipping casually into his pocket. You didn’t think much of it at first—until a large shock vibrated through your core and made you gasp in surprise from the intense pleasure. For a second, you froze. A wave of heat rushed through your body as you realized exactly what was happening. Steve had the remote—the small, discreet device that was supposed to be in your handbag—and now, he has it and he was using it. Here. In front of everyone. A/N: whew.

Bucky’s grin widened as you approached, his usual charm on full display. “Look who finally decided to show up,” he teased, offering you a drink. You took it, brushing your hand against his as you did, and laughed at something he said, the two of you falling into easy conversation like always.

Steve, standing a few feet away, felt his stomach tighten painfully at the sight. You and Bucky had grown closer—closer than Steve had anticipated, especially since your recent missions together. He hadn’t realized how much that closeness bothered him until tonight. It wasn’t that Steve hadn’t accepted the "break" you both agreed on, but seeing the way you leaned into Bucky’s space, laughing at every joke, brushing your hand against his arm, it was like salt on an open wound.

The knot in his chest tightened further with every glance you gave Bucky. It was the easy way you talked to him, the subtle, lingering touches. Little things that shouldn’t have meant much—unless you knew how Steve was feeling. And God, he was feeling everything right now.

As the evening wore on, the air around Steve grew thick with tension. He wasn’t the only one who noticed. Natasha, ever perceptive, caught Steve’s darkening expression from across the room. She smirked knowingly as she wandered over.

“Cap, you alright?” she asked, keeping her tone light but teasing. She knew exactly what was going on.

Steve grunted, his gaze never leaving you and Bucky. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the edge in his voice made it clear he was anything but.

Natasha chuckled softly. “You sure? Because it looks like you’re about to burn a hole through Barnes with that stare.”

Before Steve could respond, Tony, as usual, appeared just in time to stir the pot. “Hey, Rogers,” he called out, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You don’t look too happy. What’s up? Jealous that your old pal’s getting all the attention?”

Steve clenched his jaw, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m not jealous,” he replied, though the tension in his voice betrayed him.

Tony grinned wider, sensing weakness. “Oh, come on, Cap. It’s written all over your face.”

Steve didn’t respond, but the uneasy feeling only grew as the night wore on. Every laugh you shared with Bucky, every small touch, seemed to deepen the knot in his chest. He hadn’t even meant to dwell on the past, but here it was, staring him in the face. 

The final straw came when Sam, ever the observer, caught on to the tension and decided to add his own bit of teasing. “Hey, Steve,” he called from across the room, “You gonna survive the night? Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Bucky’s got quite the new partner-in-crime.”

Bucky, always attuned to the energy around him, caught Steve’s glare. Sensing the tension, he leaned in closer to you, his hand resting gently on your lower back, a gesture that Steve noticed instantly. It was subtle, almost protective, and the sight of it made Steve’s blood boil.

“Yeah,” Bucky added with a playful grin, “We’ve been working very well lately.”

You laughed, completely unaware of the unspoken battle happening right next to you. “Bucky’s a good partner,” you agreed, nudging Bucky playfully.

Steve’s hand clenched in his pocket, fingers wrapping around the outline of the device that you dropped which he still hadn’t returned to you. His composure remained intact, but jealousy and frustration were etched into his features, plain for anyone paying attention to see.

It wasn’t just the obvious things getting to him—the laughing, the touching—it was the small details. The way your smile lit up when you were around Bucky, the way you leaned into his jokes. They might’ve seemed innocent enough, but to Steve, they felt like a subtle reminder of the growing distance between you and him.

Tony, always quick to sense when things could be pushed further, glanced at Steve with a smirk. “Well, Steve,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, “I guess you don’t really have the same… control over things anymore, huh?”

Steve’s eyes darkened, Tony’s words hitting a little too close to home. He said nothing, swallowing down the jealousy and frustration as the night wore on, watching as the bond between you and Bucky only seemed to deepen. The growing distance between you and him was becoming painfully clear, and there was little he could do but stand by and let it unravel in front of him.

× × × ×

You and Bucky sat close on the couch, exchanging teasing comments and unaware of how effortlessly you were riling Steve up. His friends had noticed too, and the teasing directed at Steve had only gotten more relentless as the night wore on. Steve, ever the calm and composed leader, sat across from you, trying to act unbothered as Tony and Sam continued their playful jabs.

“You sure there’s nothing going on, Cap?” Tony asked, grinning as he threw a look between you and Steve. “Because it’s looking like Barnes is making a move.”

Steve’s jaw clenched hard, though his face remained otherwise neutral. “There’s nothing going on,” he said calmly, but the tension in his voice was unmistakable.

Bucky, picking up on the shift in the atmosphere, leaned in just a bit closer to you, giving you a sideways smirk. “You hear that, Y/N? Seems like nothing’s going on with Steve. Guess we’re free to keep having fun, right?”

“Seems that way.” You chuckled softly, leaning into Bucky’s shoulder just a little more while giving his knee a squeeze, knowing exactly what effect it was having on Steve. 

Steve’s eyes flicked to you, his blue gaze intense, his lips curving into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. You knew that look—like he had something up his sleeve. The game had been fun, but there was always a part of you that wondered when Steve would decide enough was enough.

Steve shifted in his seat, his hand slipping casually into his pocket. You didn’t think much of it at first—until a large shock vibrated through your pussy and made you gasp in surprise from the intense pleasure. 

For a second, you froze. A wave of heat rushed through your body as you realized exactly what was happening. Steve had the remote—the small, discreet device that was supposed to be in your handbag—and now, he has it and he was using it. Here. In front of everyone.

You internally smacked your head for even trying the new toy last minute. You shot him a quick glance, your eyes narrowing, but Steve’s expression remained smooth, that infuriating smirk never leaving his face. He looked completely unfazed, as though he hadn’t just flipped the entire dynamic on its head.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Steve asked, his voice as casual as ever, but there was a glint in his eyes—he knew exactly what he was doing.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure as the buzzing in your panties began again, on a low setting, with more intense pulses spread throughout. It was enough for your lips to part in a sudden gasp, though you promised yourself that you wouldn't allow any other sign of his tormenting you to show. 

One look back at Steve and an unspoken message passed between you. He intended to make this evening as humiliating and tormentful as it would be pleasurable.

“No,” you managed, your voice a little strained, “nothing at all.”

Bucky glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “You sure? You’re looking a little flushed.”

Your cheeks burned, but you quickly shot Bucky a smile, trying to play it off. “Just warm in here.”

Bucky chuckled, completely unaware of what was happening beneath the surface. “Right.”

Meanwhile, Steve’s hand remained in his pocket, casually increasing the intensity just a notch, making it harder for you to focus. Your legs shifted slightly, and you fought to keep your expression neutral, but Steve didn’t let up. His gaze locked on yours, a quiet challenge in his eyes as if daring you to keep up the act.

You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms to keep from reacting too visibly, but your body was betraying you. The low, steady vibrations were becoming more insistent, and every time you thought you could push it aside, Steve would change the intensity, keeping you on edge.

As your fists clenched on top of your legs Steve felt his cock begin to stiffen in his trousers. A memory of the last time he had plunged his cock into your  tight little pussy swept over him and determined that he shouldn't suffer alone, he cranked the torment up cruelly high.

With satisfaction he watched as your back arched once, against the seat. You calmed yourself as much as you could a moment later. Steve could see the heaviness of your breath and the tell-tail tremors rocking up through your pussy all the way to your shoulders. He longed to bury his fingers in your long hair, while you licked and sucked and pleasured his cock. But he bit back his fantasies for later and stopped the vibrations for the time being. You weren’t going to get off that easy. You were going to suffer this whole evening like his hungry cock was suffering. You weren’t going to orgasm without him buried inside you. No way.

× × × ×

Steve smiled devilishly with smoldering eyes across the room as the heat built unbearably in your pelvis. All evening Steve had now been teasing you, vibing you on soft vibes some of the time and then intense waves so intense you had had to shove a fist in your mouth so as to not cry out. But always, always, he would end the bliss before you reached any sort of climax.

It was devastating and he knew it. You hid your feelings as best you could, but not from him, because he knew what to look for. He could see you biting your lip, and one hand holding the other in a punishing grip to keep it from straying south to finish the job he had started.

Bucky continued chatting away, completely oblivious, while Tony and Sam moved on to a different conversation, leaving you in this silent battle of wills with Steve. 

Finally, unable to take it anymore, you shot Steve a look again—one filled with frustration. He responded by raising an eyebrow, that smirk deepening as he gave the control in his pocket another small flick.

A barely audible gasp escaped you, and Steve’s smirk turned downright devilish. He leaned back, as though nothing unusual was happening, and gave you a look that said New toy huh?—you naughty girl.

You pressed your lips together, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he was affecting you. But Steve didn’t make it easy. He kept the vibrations going, perfectly timed, perfectly controlled, and all you could do was sit there, trying to keep your cool as your pulse quickened.

Satisfaction and possession twisted through him, a darkness that had him yearning to pin yoy down on the floor and fuck you until you screamed. His cock began filling, lengthening in pulses that matched his heartbeat.

Steve finally spoke again, his tone calm and collected as he leaned forward slightly. “You alright, sweetheart? You look like you’ve forgotten something.”

The double meaning wasn’t lost on you, and you shot him a glare, though it was hard to be truly mad when every nerve in your body was buzzing with anticipation.

Bucky, still oblivious to the power struggle happening right in front of him, glanced between you and Steve, looking amused.

You forced a tight smile, barely able to form words. “I’m fine, Steve. Thanks for asking,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tension.

The breathless tone of your voice stilled his fingers. Your chest rose and fell swiftly, and the points of your nipples were evident against the fabric covering you. Steve chuckled softly, his hand still casually in his pocket, the vibrations still going strong. “Are you sure? You seem a little… tense.”

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to react to the next wave of vibration as it hit. “Not quite,” you managed to say, your voice breathless, but with just enough edge to let him know you weren’t backing down.

Steve’s smirk widened. “We’ll see about that.”

Steve had delighted in teasing you by sending vibration after vibration through your slit when you had just opened your mouth to receive food. Several times you had been unable to prevent moans from spilling forth, which had brought the occasional eye from the others. 

Now however, something clicked into place. 

Every time you went further away from where Steve was now stationed—by the cooling balcony—the vibrations had become more intense, and whenever you'd approached Bucky, the waves had been so intense you'd had to hide away until you regained your composure. 

Certainly you didn't want to experience an orgasm in front of all your colleagues. If Steve would let you come that was. Your eyes locked with him and you knew what game he was playing. He was now drawing you in. Enticing you, teasing you, daring you to meet with him.

Your legs felt shaky as you stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air doing little to cool the heat raging in your body. Every step closer to Steve, he had intensified the vibrations that pulsed through you, sending you to the brink of losing control several times already. And now, standing here, knowing what he was doing—how he was doing it—you realized he’d been pulling you in, little by little.

He was leaning against the railing when you found him, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, like he’d been waiting for you all along. His eyes flicked over you, taking in the way your chest rose and fell, the tension in your posture, the faint flush on your cheeks. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched as you struggled to keep your composure.

“Finally,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “I was wondering how long it’d take for you to come find me.”

The soft hum of the vibrations continued to pulse between your legs, but here—out on the balcony, away from the others—it was somehow even more intense. Your breath hitched as you pressed your thighs together, trying to resist the overwhelming sensations that had been driving you crazy all night.

“You’re an asshole,” you managed, though your voice came out breathier than you intended. “You have no right to do that. You’ve been torturing me for hours.”

Steve chuckled deeply, pushing himself off the railing and taking a slow step toward you. His eyes were dark with amusement, and something else—something far more dangerous. 

“Torturing you? No, baby. This isn’t torture. It's your fault you dropped your little control for me to find.” He reached out and brushed his fingers down your arm, his touch sending shivers across your skin. “I'm just giving you what you need.”

Your pulse quickened, but you stood your ground, refusing to back away. “And what’s that?”

Steve’s grin widened, his voice dropping even lower. “Pay back. You’ve been playing dirty games all night, teasing me, testing my patience. . . Bet you didn't think I could play dirtier?”

Your breath hitched as the vibrations suddenly increased, the intensity causing you to press your lips together to keep any sounds from escaping. You glanced at the door behind you, knowing the others were just inside, but the fear of being overheard only added to the tension between you and Steve.

“Fuck you, Steve.” 

“By all means,” He took another step closer, his hand finding your waist, pulling you toward him until your bodies were pressed against each other. “I can see it in your eyes, Y/N. Don't pretend you weren’t enjoying it. I bet you were thinking about how you miss my cock inside you.”

You trembled, both from the force of the sensations and the heat of his words. He was right, of course. As much as you hated to admit it, Steve had known exactly what you craved.

His thumb stroked lazily along your hip as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. 

“I'm so surprised you’ve been doing so well tonight,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “But I don’t think you’re ready to come yet, are you?”

You gasped softly, your body tensing as he gave the control another flick, sending a pulse of pleasure through you that had your knees threatening to give out. 

“Damn it, Steve…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

His hand slipped down to the small of your back, holding you up, keeping you steady even as he pushed you further to the edge. You felt him pressing his solid erection on your thigh, your hand seemingly having a mind of its own, palmed his hard erection through the fabric.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his tone teasing but dark with intent. “Say my name again. Remind me who you belong to.”

You clenched your hand around his cock, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it was slipping fast. “Steve, please…”

“Please what?” he asked, his lips ghosting over your neck, his voice dripping with amusement. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to keep going?”

You didn’t answer right away, your breath coming in a shallow, uneven exhale. You could barely think, let alone form a coherent response. The vibrations continued relentlessly, driving you closer and closer to the edge, but Steve held all the power, and you knew he wasn’t going to let you fall unless he wanted to.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he pulled you tighter against him. “So desperate. So ready to fall apart, but you’re holding back too, aren’t you? You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded, the humiliation of being overheard mixing with the arousal that Steve’s teasing had been building all night.

He chuckled huskily. “You know what I love about you, baby? You try so hard to pretend like you can control, but right now…” His hand slid lower, his fingers brushing the hem of your dress, teasing. “Right now, you’re mine.”

You whimpered, your body trembling as the vibrations grew even stronger. You were so close, teetering on the edge of release, but Steve wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

“Do you want to come?” he whispered, his lips brushing against your neck. “Tell me, sweetheart. I want to hear you say it.”

You gasped, barely able to form the words, your body aching for release. “Yes…” you breathed, your voice shaky. “Please, Steve.”

He hummed softly, clearly pleased with your answer, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. His hand slid up your thigh, his fingers brushing the sensitive spot between your legs where the vibrations pulsed strongest. 

You whimpered again, your entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. The sensations were too much, too overwhelming, and you were so close, but Steve’s hand on your hip kept you grounded, reminding you that he held all the power.

“Good girl,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your neck,“Now, be patient.”

You let out a soft, broken whine, your head falling back against his chest as you struggled to hold on, every nerve in your body alight with anticipation and desperation.

“Steve,” you whispered, your voice breaking, but he only smirked, his lips still brushing against your ear as his hand stayed poised on the control, his fingers lingering over the button.

“Should we just take this somewhere else?” his voice was dark with satisfaction.

You whimpered, barely able to hold yourself upright. Every nerve in your body was on fire, and all you wanted—all you needed—was for him to let you come. But Steve wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction just yet.

“I think…” he started slowly, his hand sliding down to grip your waist, “you’re not feeling too well, Y/N.” His tone was soft, but there was no mistaking the authority behind his words. He was making the decision for you, and you had no choice but to follow.

You blinked up at him, your body still trembling, trying to understand where he was going with this. “What… what do you mean?” you managed, your breath shaky and uneven.

Steve chuckled, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he pulled you closer, his voice dropping even lower. “You’re going to go home. You’re not feeling well. Isn’t that right?”

It took you a moment to process what he was saying. He wasn’t giving you an option—he was telling you how the rest of the night was going to go. You weren’t going to get your release, not here, not now. Steve was going to draw this out, make you wait, make you need it even more.

Your heart pounded as you nodded, too overwhelmed to argue. “Right,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m not feeling well.”

Steve’s smirk deepened, clearly pleased with your compliance. He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing down the side of your neck before stepping back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

Without breaking eye contact, Steve reached into his pocket and pressed the control one last time, sending a sharp, teasing vibration through you that nearly made your knees buckle. You gasped softly, gripping the railing for support as a fresh wave of need coursed through your body.

But just as quickly as it started, Steve turned the control off, leaving you trembling and on the brink, but without the release you so desperately craved. His eyes darkened as he leaned in, his voice low and full of promise. 

“I'll take you home now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “And when we get there later… then you’ll get what you’ve been begging for, if you remain a good girl.”

The breath caught in your throat at his words, your entire body trembling with anticipation and frustration. Steve pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip as his eyes locked with yours, dark and full of intent.

“You understand me?” he asked softly, his tone a quiet command. You nodded, unable to find your voice, your body still humming with the sensation he’d built up all night. 

“Yes,” you whispered. “I understand.”

Steve smiled softly, almost tenderly, as he straightened up, giving you a once-over before taking your hand. He led you back toward the door, his touch firm and guiding as he stepped inside. The warmth of the party greeted you once again, the noise and chatter a stark contrast to the intimate darkness of the balcony.

But Steve didn’t let go of your hand. 

He glanced around the room, catching Bucky’s eye first, then Sam’s. 

“Y/N’s not feeling well,” he announced, his voice steady, calm, and in complete control. “I’m going to make sure she gets home safe.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed slightly as he glanced between the two of you, suspicion flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t question it. 

“Yeah, alright,” he said slowly, shooting you a quick look. “Take care of her, Cap.”

Steve gave a small nod before turning back to you, his grip tightening just slightly around your hand as he guided you toward the exit. The others said nothing but waved bye as you passed, and you kept your head down, your face flushed and your body still trembling with the effects of his teasing. 

Once outside, the cool air hit your skin again, and for a brief moment, you felt like you could breathe. But the moment was short-lived as Steve led you to the car, his hand still firmly wrapped around yours. 

You had to lean on him a bit as he led you to his car. He helped you inside and strode around to his side exceedingly quickly for someone with a stiff load in their pants. One moment of heavy breathing passed as you looked at each other. You both knew what would happen. He was offering and you were accepting. Though there wasn't really a choice for either of you. 

Steve unzipped his fly challengingly as he pushed the start button and vroomed the engine. You eyed him coyly, and lowered your lips agonizingly slowly onto his full blown erection. He was so big and tall, you'd actually forgotten. Carefully you licked his shaft and caressed it with your hands before dipping the head into your mouth. You looked up innocently towards him, eyes wide, Steve had one hand gripping the steering wheel so hard you thought it would break. He saw the way you were looking at him and in punishment set the controller to one of the higher settings. 

Heat and pleasure spread through your pelvis and you approached his huge cock with a renewed desire. You dipped it in your mouth again and again, licking it, stroking it and teasing it. All the while you were wriggling in your seat with the intense pleasure from the vibrating underwear. 

Steve roared out of the parking lot, eager to reach the destination as soon as possible. And though part of him was worried about causing a car accident due to his distraction, he had a much more pressing sense of urgency. And it's in your mouth. He buried his fingers in your hair as you sucked him off, despite the fact that his cock was far too large for your poor little mouth. But just when his cock was quivering and ready to come and deliver its payload all down your throat, you pulled back and stopped. Mischief in your eyes.

"No coming until you're inside me." You purred. "Your rules, not mine."

He grinned despite himself, and set the control to the highest setting. With pleasure he watched as you writhed in your seat from ecstasy. Your back arched and your hands flew out to hold on to something. One braced you against the roof, and the other against his shoulder. But just like before, just before you came he shut the vibrations off. This time for good. You turned to him indignantly.

"Oh my go—Steve! Please." You begged.

"Almost there." He promised, as he pulled into the driveway.

A quick look out the window revealed to you that you were at his apartment and not yours. You shrugged. So much the better.  

Steve reached out a hand, his eyes locking with yours as he offered a reassuring smile, though the hunger in his gaze was impossible to ignore. You took his hand, but as soon as you swung your legs out of the car and stood up, the overwhelming sensations from earlier came rushing back. Your legs wobbled beneath you, unsteady and weak from the teasing Steve had put you through all night. 

The second you tried to take a step, your knees nearly buckled. A soft gasp escaped you as you stumbled, but before you could collapse down, Steve’s arms were around you, strong and steady. He caught you easily, one arm slipping beneath your knees as he scooped you up without a second thought.

“Easy there princess,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. His lips brushed against your temple as he pulled you against his chest, holding you like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’ve got you.”

You felt the heat of his body against yours, his strength cradling you effortlessly, and for a moment, you melted into him, letting the safety of his embrace calm the lingering tremors in your legs. Your head rested against his chest as he carried you, his footsteps steady and purposeful as he made his way across the driveway.

Steve tossed you onto the large, plush bed. You landed softly against the sheets, breathless as you watched him with eager anticipation. Satisfaction coursed through you as he began to strip, his eyes never leaving yours. 

His jacket was the first to go, shrugged off and dropped to the floor without a second thought. Then came his shirt, fingers working quickly to unbutton it, his shirt slid off, revealing the defined, powerful muscles of his chest and arms—broad shoulders tapering down to sculpted abs that flexed with every movement. His skin was smooth, taut over the ridges of muscle that seemed to ripple with restrained strength. Each breath he took made his chest rise and fall, drawing your eyes to the hard lines of his torso. His biceps, strong and veined, flexed subtly as he tossed it aside, leaving you breathless, completely captivated by the raw power and grace he carried effortlessly in every inch of his body.

Next were his shoes and socks, kicked off with the same impatience, as though every layer of clothing was a barrier between the two of you. His gaze remained locked on yours, intense and commanding, he unbuckled his belt and tugged off his pants in one motion, leaving him standing there, muscles taut.

Jesus Christ, his body was unfair. His flat stomach had more definition than before, his hips more pronounced. That cock, though. Fully hard, it stood out from his body, every bit as perfect as you remembered—more than big enough to be a challenge. You can see his cock jutting out at you, long and girthy. Your pussy clenched, the stretch of his dick having imprinted there, and you had to grip the sheets to keep from lunging at him.

You were breathing hard, and your heart is beating so fast you feel like it might jump out of your chest. You were looking at each other—predator and prey, the conqueror and the conquered. He closed the distance between you hungrily, his powerful body even more beautiful without clothes in the way. You can feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of his skin—male and musky, strangely appealing. His chest muscles flex under your fingers, and you can feel his heart beating faster.

“Your turn.” He growled huskily.

Steve's hands moved to the hem of your dress, pushing it up slowly, his lips leaving soft, lingering pecks along your stomach as he worked his way up to your waist. With deft efficiency, he slipped the dress over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you breathless. Your bra followed just as quickly, discarded with ease, his touch confident and controlled, leaving you exposed beneath his gaze.

Last but not least he lifted your legs and pulled off the vibrating panties, which were soaked. He tossed them away with a rueful smile before spreading you out so that he could admire you. He took in your breasts that fell to a narrow waist, before flaring out in generous hips that echoed your breasts. 

Steve's fingers trailed up your inner thigh and between your legs, and he let his breath warm the skin of your stomach. He brushed his thumb over your slit until he found your clit. He rubbed back and forth a few times, letting you have a taste of the pleasure he planned to give you more of. 

Your eyes spoke of impatience, and then he spoke, almost sounding disappointed.

“You’ve really tested my patience tonight, but I guess we're even. Now, shall I take care of you?” Steve stroked you again, harder this time.

“I-I'm sorry, Steve, please—” you whispered, your body swaying slightly. He kept stroking your clit, the smell of your arousal filling his nostrils and making him crazy. 

“I am dying to taste you. I bet you're dying to know how good it will feel when my tongue flicks your clit.” he rasped, his mouth watering, pushing to his feet. “Be a good girl and go further up the bed.”

You turned and crawled on the bed, nearly making him come with the seductive sway of your ass as you positioned yourself. When you were on your back, he ordered, “Now spread your legs.”

You complied eagerly, showing him the flesh between your thighs, which was already glistening from arousal. He was ready to make a meal out of you. Wedging himself between your thighs, he lowered himself until his stomach met the mattress.

Steve kissed your inner thigh, his strong hands held you in place. Hands that have been calloused through years and years of combat. The tip of Steve's tongue touched your folds—and you jumped. 

“Relax,” he breathed. “Put your hands on your tits and feel what I am doing to you.” 

You cupped your breasts, which were already heavy and aching, and squeezed your nipples. Pleasure streaked through you. Steve dipped his head and licked you, and heat suffused your lower half. Growling, he pressed closer and tongued your entrance. 

“Fuck, you are so wet for me.” Then he began moving his lips and tongue, exploring your folds, until he reached your clit. The first swipe of his tongue over that tiny bundle of nerves caused you to slam your eyelids shut and throw your head back. Tingles ran up and down your legs and you could only lie there as he did it again and again, flicking and circling the nub with his tongue. His finger worked its way into your pussy, stretching me, and you moaned. 

“Oh, my God. Steve!”

The reaction earned you another finger and a long suck of your clit. Your toes curled and you could feel the orgasm building in your belly.

“I’m so close,” you told him. “Keep going, please.”

Unbidden, your hips started rocking against his face, your body desperate for release. You thought you would have to agree to anything at that moment, but luckily Steve didn’t try and take advantage. He continued to work your clit and pump his fingers into your pussy.

It wasn’t enough though. You really wanted him to fuck you. The thought of his muscled body, so manly and strong, pounding into you pushed you over the edge. 

You shouted as your walls convulsed around his fingers, your limbs trembling uncontrollably. The euphoria washed over you, more intense from the teasing he's done to you all night. These weren't the gentle waves of an orgasm. This was a tsunami dragging you to depths you had never imagined before, drowning you in endorphins you hadn’t felt in so long.

When it finally ended, you sagged into the mattress, limp. Steve's mouth gentled but didn’t stop as he lapped up the wetness at your entrance. His eyes were closed as if he were savoring you, and you couldn’t look away from his beautiful face. Why did he have to be so incredibly good looking?

His lids opened and blue eyes pinned you to the spot. They were wild and hungry. Feral. A little scary, even. He continued to taste you while staring up at you, as if he were gauging your reaction. You couldn’t move, your muscles are now lax.

Then he crawled over you, kissing your skin along the way, until he reached your breasts. Your hands were still on your breasts, so he nudged your palm aside with his nose to draw a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, with long pulls that echoed between your legs, directly in your clit. 

Everything was heightened, your body even more sensitive now that you'd come, and he seemed in no hurry to move on as he lavished attention on your breast. Soon you were writhing, your heart racing as you panted, your nails digging into his shoulders. He switched to your other breast, his tongue flicking your nipple then biting it before bringing the nipple into his mouth to suck. 

You were a shuddering, mindless mess, unable to stop moaning as it wore on. Was he trying to foreplay you to death? His fingers slipped between your legs, rubbing your clit with light steady pressure, and you came a second time. When you finally calmed, he released your breast and kissed your neck.

Steve crawled over you, not stopping until his knees were on either side of your ribcage, his cock inches away from your face, “Suck my cock and make it slippery for me.” 

You opened your mouth and he thrust inside, the warm salty taste of him gliding across your tongue. Fuck, you liked that. you closed your eyes, but he snapped, “Eyes on me, hands on your tits.”

Your clit pulsed in happiness, your body drunk on him, completely turned on by his dominance. You complied, keeping your gaze on his and putting your hands on your tits, massaging it in circular motions as he started to tunnel in and out of your mouth. You tried to keep your jaw and throat relaxed, and Steve took advantage, thrusting deep until you gagged. 

“That’s it,” he said. “I want to see tears streaming down your cheeks from having your mouth fucked.” 

You couldn’t help it—you moaned. His nostrils flared. He pushed and you gagged, but he didn’t withdraw. Instead, he waited until you recovered and took another breath. Then he advanced a tiny bit more. Tears spilled over your lashes and you struggled to breathe. You started to shake your head no, but Steve just smirked down at you as he held you in place. 

“You can do it. Fill that filthy mouth with my cock.” He shoved in deeper and you tried to relax and breathe through your nose. You tried to swallow, it took a few tries but you managed and he slipped in deeper. Then you couldn’t breathe at all and you started to panic, your eyes searching his face. His expression was soft, pride shining in his eyes as he watched your mouth. You shook your head again, tears falling faster, your hands slapping on the mattress so Steve withdrew himself. 

You coughed violently as he left your mouth, you felt his demeanor shift as he caressed your cheek while shushing you.

“I-I'm sorry.” you tried to say but it came out broken due to the fire in your throat.

“Shh, you’re okay, baby, you're okay.” Steve hunched down and kissed you, long licks of his tongue against yours, it was gentle, your lips locking before he pulled away, “Are you okay?” 

You look him in the eye, nodding with a weak smile, “Yeah, I'm okay—Continue.”

Steve stares at you for a few seconds, raising his eyebrow, “If you say so.”

He gets into position but instead of getting a mouth full of dick, his cock slapped between your breasts. 

“Let’s save that for a different time.” He winks at you, “Now hold them. Press them tight.” 

You squeezed your boobs around his cock, and he groaned, his arousal coming back to him. His stare was fixed on your chest as his hips started to move, his stomach muscles flexing. 

“Tighter,” he rasped. “Pinch your nipples like I would.” 

You did as he asked, gasping at the electricity that jumped in your veins as a result. It was like you were stroking your  clit without using your hands. You pinched harder and your head rolled back as the bliss washed over you. He pushed a thumb into your mouth and you sucked instinctively, swirling your tongue over the rough skin like you couldn’t get enough. Which wasn’t really an act. You were desperate, your sex throbbing for relief, and you craved his touch everywhere. 

“Look at me when you suck,” he ordered and you instantly obeyed. His bright eyes burned fire while he watched your mouth and he reached to stroke two fingers over your clit. You tensed and made a desperate noise in the back of your throat. He continued to pet you, and you could feel how wet and slippery you were, the sounds of your slickness as loud as your breathing. The climax was right there, just a few seconds away….

The fingers between your legs disappeared and you let out an angry growl around his thumb.

“Get up.” he told you, retreating down your body until he stood on the floor. You rose up on your knees, mindless to anything but having your craving satisfied. 

“Feet on the floor.” 

You scrambled to do as he asked, and his hands positioned you between his legs as you leaned over on the bed. You sagged onto the bed and let him do as he wished. His slick erection slid into the crevice between your cheeks, which he pushed together. Then he was sliding between your ass cheeks the same way he’d fucked your tits. His strong hands held you still while his rough thighs met the backs of your legs. It was like he was fucking you from behind, but without the stimulation. 

Miserable, you shoved your ass higher. Hair covered your face and you could feel the sweat on your temples. 

“Roll your hips,” he panted. “Work my cock and I’ll reward you.” 

Steve didn’t need to ask twice. You started rolling your hips, giving him friction while he held still. You were gyrating and sliding your flesh over his, that thick rod hot and heavy between your cheeks. You barely felt his hand leave your skin before he slapped your ass, fire exploding under your skin. 

You sucked in a breath and lost your rhythm. 

“Don’t stop.” Another slap. “Keep going and make me come for you.” The pain from the slaps turned into heat, the kind that made your knees go weak. Your clit throbbed in response, and the slickness between your thighs ran down your legs. You kept moving, and he spanked you again and again, his palm landing blows all over your backside. 

Your body burned, but there was no pain. your skin sang with pleasure, sensitive and bright, and as if on instinct you slid your fingers down between your legs, the need to come undeniable. 

“No,” he said, pinning your arm down as he covered your back. Your sore ass pulsed against his cool skin. “Not yet.” 

You humped the mattress, your urges uncontrollable. This caused his tip to skim the entrance to your pussy. You both froze, the temptation right there.

All he had to do was push a tiny bit forward and he would fill you. Stretch me. Give you every bit of his hard cock. You couldn’t stand it. You needed him like you needed air. “Please, Steve. Put your cock inside me.”

“Are you mine?”

You pressed your lips together, unable to say the words, while you clawed and tore at the comforter, your miserably body at war with itself as your lust remained unfulfilled. 

“I will not fuck you until you tell me. I want to hear the words.” 

“No, please. Just once.” 

“Say it, and I will fuck your pussy. I will make you come so hard.” He teased you with a shift of his hips, the tip of his erection skimming your entrance again. “I will make it so good for you.” 

Your resistance folded. 

“I’m yours, Steve.” You blurted. “Please. I’m yours.” 

Before you could blink, he shoved inside you, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. It wasn’t easy. He was large and you hadn’t been prepared, so it took a few pumps of his hips before he was fully seated. 

“Look at you letting me inside. Sucking me in.” Steve straightened and grabbed your hips with both hands, “Do you like it? Do you like taking my cock in your tight little pussy?”

If only the others knew about his filthy, filthy mouth. But if you’re being honest with yourself, everytime he talks to you like that you would do anything he asks. And he probably knew it.

He drove deeper, making you gasp. 

“Yes,” you whispered, dragging the word out on a long whine. “I like it very much.”

You clutched the duvet, your fingers sinking into the plush fabric, the sensation of having him inside you was something you hadn't felt in so long. You could feel him everywhere, from your swollen lips and aching breasts, to your sore ass and full pussy. It was like an overload for your nerve endings. Then he started moving, and it felt even better. 

Your nipples scraped against the sheets as he worked himself in and out of your body, his grunts mixing with your gasps. 

“So tight. You are squeezing me so hard.” He pulled out slowly, leaving in just the head, and then plunged forward once more until he bottomed out. You both groaned. “Tell me who is fucking your pussy, Y/N. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Steve.” The words fell from your lips, partly because you knew they would drive him wild. And partly because you loved this game you played. 

He spanked you, hard, “That’s right. Now, play with your clit and make yourself come.” 

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Your hand shot between your legs and you circled your clit. Steve spanked you again and again, his palm raining slaps on your butt cheeks. The heat spread from your skin through your groin as your fingers worked over the taut nub. 

When he wrapped your hair around his fist and pulled, using it to jerk you back onto his cock, riding you, you came so hard, the orgasm deep and intense. You clenched around him and he thickened inside you, his hips growing uncoordinated as you heard him suck in air. 

“That’s it come all over my cock, you dirty little slut.” Steve grunted in the heat of the moment.

Steve fucked you like he was punishing you, each punch of his hips slapping into the skin he’d spanked a moment ago. He drove deep, holding your hips still so he could pound as hard as he wanted. You loved it. He was rough and unforgiving, everything you needed. The bed rocked, the frame creaking as he worked himself in and out of your body. 

His fingers slipped between your legs and found your clit. He pinched the swollen nub then circled it, and the world exploded. Sparks shot through your limbs as they convulsed, and your brain completely shut down, the pleasure almost brutal in its intensity. Changing his rhythm, he flexed his hips, withdrawing slightly before returning, the thick length dragging over your sensitive walls. 

“Oh,” you moaned, clenching around him tightly. “I liked that. Will you do it again?” 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he hissed, his eyelids slamming shut as if he were in pain. He hissed through his teeth when your body clamped down on him. “Yes, squeeze my dick again.”

You did it once more and he groaned. 

“You are trying to make me come? Because it is working.” he grunted when you did it a third time he smacked your butt cheek and pulled out. 

He looked bigger than before, you couldn’t do more than roll your head to watch him shuffle to one side of the bed, spitting on his hand before jacking himself, coating his cock and making it slippery. You watched the muscles of his forearm shift as he worked, and you swallowed hard, finding it absolutely hot. You made a mental note to ask him to masturbate in front of you.

“I want you to ride me. I want to see your face when I claim that pussy again.” Steve got into position on the bed, flat on his back, then lifted you over him until you straddled his hips. Bringing you toward his face, he kissed you hard, his tongue invading your mouth and letting you taste his desperation. The tips of his fingers probed your entrance, smoothing, massaging, opening you.

Eager, you rolled your hips, dragging your slick pussy over his shaft. 

“So needy,” he murmured against your mouth when you whimpered. “Don’t worry, princess. I am going to fill you up.” His fingers slipped inside, but there was only pressure. It was as if the pleasure center of your brain was firmly in charge. He pumped his fingers slowly, widening your, while his mouth remained demanding. You took it gladly, letting him use you. 

He broke off and grabbed your hips. “Up, baby. Take me inside.” 

You braced one hand on his stomach, then reached with the other to take his thick cock, lining him up at your entrance. His warm skin was slick and hard, and you began pushing down, hissing when the head slipped in. He threw his head back, his expression nearly feral in its intensity, and you loved watching this powerful man come undone by your body. You dropped down a little more, gave yourself time to adjust, again, then continued, working steadily, with Steve’s big chest heaving the entire time. 

His fingertips sank into your skin, pressing on your hip bones and you knew you would have bruises there tomorrow. The thought sent a punch of arousal through your core and you lowered your hips all the way down, meeting his pelvis. 

“Fuck, Steve, it feels so good,” You whined as your sore ass rubbing against his rough skin. The width of him split you open and you panted, loving the way he overwhelmed you. 

“Baby,” You whispered, hoping he understood. He knew. Of course he did. No one could read you better than Steve. 

He cupped your breasts with both hands, pinching your nipples. “Tell me, baby. Ride me and tell me. Don’t hold anything back from me.” 

You began moving then, churning your hips slowly, dragging his shaft in and out of your pussy, all the while watching his face. His eyes burned hot as they raked over your body, possession stamped on his features, and you let the words fall out. 

“Fuck, I love you and your cock.” His reaction was instant. Snatching you in his big hands, he leaned up and brought you to him for a blistering kiss. Then he braced his feet on the mattress and began pounding into you, his body thrusting upward in short jabs that bounced your tits up and down. His hands kept your hips steady, your bodies straining and working together. Whatever spot he was hitting deep inside you sent sparks down your legs, along your spine, sending you higher and higher.

When you started trembling, he said, “Your clit, baby. Play with it and make yourself come. Right now.” 

You didn’t question him. Your hand flew between your legs and you rubbed your swollen flesh, desperate for release. The rush was instant, a wave of color and light that exploded behind your eyes. Your muscles contracted around him, clamping down, and you heard Steve grunt wildly as his movements became uncoordinated, his cock swelling inside you. Then he held you still, his back arching, as his cock pulsed in your pussy, hot jets filling you. 

Your back arched as you trembled, your walls convulsing around his cock. He threw his head back and shouted, his body sealed tight to yours like he never wanted to leave. Like he didn’t want to waste a single drop, like all his come needed to stay inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” he panted. “I hadn’t expected you to say that.” He pulled you down to lay on top of him and wrapped his arms around you, his cock still buried deep inside you.

You allowed yourself to catch your breath before laying beside him, glancing at Steve, who now looked more like his usual self—calm, collected—not the hungry, sexually frustrated asshole he had been just moments before.

“What now?” he asks, his voice softer now, the tension between you both having settled.

“Yeah, what now?” you echoed, unsure of what to do next but still riding the energy from earlier.

“Are you tired?” he asks, turning his head toward you, a hint of something playful in his eyes.

“No. Are you?” You faced him, the corner of your mouth twitching into a small smile.

“No,” he says, smiling sheepishly, both of you sensing the same lingering spark.

“Should we… take it to the shower?” you suggest, the thought hanging in the air between you.

Steve’s grin widens, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. “After you.”

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Regulus writing James love letters, only signing them with a star at the end, because he doesn’t know how to properly express his emotions and is terrified of rejection from the embodiment of the sun.

James trying to figure out who wrote the letters and slowly becoming friends with regulus, and overtime hoping he’s the one sending the notes.

Regulus slipping up and accidentally quoting himself, making James realize his wish came true.

[mindless-existence1]

Deadpool x Wolverine Honda Odyssey Scene

Summery: (How the Honda Odessy scene should have gone.) Logan gets hard when fighting and Wade is just hard all the time. After hours of fighting Logan finally snaps.

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Authors note: This is for one of my boo boo bears hope you enjoy. The dp x Wolverine movie has taken over my thoughts so this is my form of brainrot.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of fighting and blood, praise kink, handjobs, being mean to each other, inappropriate jokes and language, anal, degration?, that's about it I think.

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For fucks sake Wade just wouldn't quit and it was pissing Logan off. They has been going at this for hours and despite what either of them said, they were starting to get tired. Logan had a different reason for wanting to be done with this idiotic fight though, and it involves the sick part of him that gets turned on when fighting.

For some reason, probably after years of being an X-Men, fighting made him get a hard on. Most of the time he could ignore it since everyone he fought died easily. But now he was faced with someone who couldn't die, who had been flirting with him for days, and obviously was getting turned on to.

He quickly stabbed Wade through the head and watched him fall. They had been at this long enough for Wade to know he had about 20 seconds to get him tied up before he was back at it again. Logan took this time to use the seatbelts around them to tie the merc to the seat he was nearest to.

He finished with a final tug and leaned back in his seat to bask in the momentary silence. Wade's head slowly shook as he 'awoke'. "Ahh kinky." His voiced slurred and groggy. Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head with a groan.

"Would a good fuck shut you up?" Wade snapped his head up at the man's words. "I mean if your offering." Wade answered hesitantly but eager none the less. Logan saw him look down towards the hard on pushing against the yellow suit.

"I normally wouldn't ask for this and wouldn't even need this but you just won't fucking die." Logans voice was gruff as he spoke. Wade was hardly even listening to what he was saying just nodding his head. The only thing playing in his head was 'good fucking good fucking good fucking'.

"Look, basically I just get hard when fighting, I don't know why, I just do. Normally I can just kill the guy before it becomes a problem. It goes away, everything's fine- stay quiet " Wade tried to interject but was quickly cut off by Logan "-but you can't fucking die and I can't really just jerk myself off right now so you're the next option.

"This was the best outcome of their fight Wade could think of, he assumed what he saw in his frenemies pants was just a protective cup or something. But now knowing what it really was, his hard on sky rocketed. "Holy fucking shitballs, Honey Buns I will do abso-fucking-lutley whatever you want Wolvie.”

Logan starts to work on undoing his belt, it's hard in the cramped space but he deals. “I figured. Some of those last few moves you pulled gave away the fact you're a horny price of shit. Thought you'd feel the same way about this."

“Feel the same way? Peanut I’m more than receptive, I've wanted- no actually I've needed  that cock in my ass since I saw your  ass in that suit. I’ll even beg for you if you want.” Wade is rambling, he could feel the blood pumping in his ears. If there's an actual chance he's about to get fucked by the Wolverine he will do anything this glorious man asked of him.

Logan threw the tight pants stuck to his legs somewhere in the blood covered Honda Odyssey, but he kept his boxers on. He thinks for a second before cocking his head to the side with a small smile. “Ok then, beg.”

A wave of lust crashes over Wade, he curls in on himself as best he can. A moan gets stuck in his throat, he has to take a moment to calm himself. The threat of coming in his pants is starting to get more and more real.

“Ohhh fucking shit-biscuit. Please? Pleeeease, Wolvie? Logan? Daddy? Master? Sir? I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make it so so so good I promise. I’ll even try not to talk, like I'll really really try, just for you!" Logan, being the dick that he is, looks unfazed. He keeps his boxers on, his cock straining the fabric. Wade whines and throws his head down, squirming in the tight bonds.

“What the fuck do you want me to say? I'll say anything you want to hear, pretty please?" Logan tries to hide his grin, he hates that he's enjoying the show Wade is putting on. He pulls down his boxers and Wade genuinely thinks he might die on the spot. "Holy Marvel Jesus you're hung like a fucking horse Wolvie!"

“Shut up- Daddy and master are a no go-"

“Fair enough”

“But Sir is fine. Actually if you could just shut your damn mouth while we did this I'd appreciate it." Logan says. “Sir. Got it, I can do that. Yes Sir.” Wade jerks his hips in his seat, desperately trying to gain any sort of friction. “I’ll make sure the author capitalizes that 'S' for you Sir."

Logan ignores him, leaning down close to his ear. “Just keep being a good boy and this will go smoothly for both of us” Ohhh fuck that’s not fair at all, Logan must be a demon sent from hell just for him. Wade can’t catch the desperate whimper that forces its way out of his throat. He rocks his hips up as much as the seat belts let him, looking for any sprt of friction.

Logan grins. “Oh, you like that, huh?” For once Wade’s not sure he has the words to explain what he feels. He's glad Logan hasn't made move to take off his mask, furiously blushing as much as he can through the scared tissue."Is that really all it takes for the merc with the mouth to shut up? A little praise and you go quiet?" Logan voice teases Wade as he stares him down.

Wade looks at anything other that the hot as fuck man infront of him."Instead of threatening you earlier I could have just praised you and we wouldn't have had to do this whole go damn fight? God you are pathetic aren't you?" Logan is softly laughing now.

Even though Wade can't tell if it's mean spirited or not he can't bring himself to care. "Will you please just hurry up and touch me? You're the one who suggested all this in the first place." Wade tried, and failed, to hide his desperation. "I mean, think if the audience! They've had to wait 18 paragraphs for this. So why don't we just give them what they want?"

Logan didn't understand what Wade was talking about half the time, especially when he talked about some "audience". But he couldn't bring himself to care. "Can't you just shut the hell up?" He snapped at the tied up man infront of him.

The snarky comment Wade was about to say was quickly forgotten when Logan made a move to take out the bottom half of Wades bloodied suit. A flash of panic crossed his mind and he instinctively jerked his hips away from the older man's hand.

Logan retracted his hand slightly and looked at the man's masked face as he tried to laugh it off. "You good bub?" Logan asked apprehensively, "I'm fine! Totally fine! I just havent...done it with someone else since my break up. But wouldn't want to deprive you from this hot bod for any longer so let's get to the devils tango Peanut."

The jokes lacked their usual light heartedness but Logan could tell he wouldn't be getting anything else out the man. And at the moment he just need to deal with his raging boner.

His hand began the awkward pull of trying to pull off the bottom half of the deadpool suit from where it was wrapped up under the seatbelts. When Logan finally got the pants and underwear pulled down enough Wade wad aching.

Logan took a minute to just look at the man, his legs had just as much scarred tissue as his face. Even so, Wade had very muscley legs. From all work he's done he was truly built, and maybe they just looked hot because of what was leaking between them. With one hand he pulled the deadpool mask up above Wades mouth to help him breath the other went lower.

Logan reached out his hand to stoke the other man, he hadn't done this in a loooong time and he hates to admit he's a little desperate. "Time to get the sock ready nerds." Wade was mumbling to what it seemed like someone that wasnt there, Logan chose to ignore him. "Promise not to cut my dick off with your claws Mr. KittyCat Sir?" Wade's voice was desperate and practically dripping with need.

"Dont call me that Mouth." Logan snapped but kept moving his hand lower till he wrapped his calloused fingers around Wade's length. "Sorry Sir." Wade's voice was wavy and laced with a whine. "Holy fuck. Is my dick small or are your hands just huge?" Wade tried joking to hide the shaking in his voice from the pleasure.

"Do I need to tie that mouth shut?" Logans voice seemed to lower an octave as he felt himself somehow get harder from the little show in front of him. "No Sir." Wade felt so pathetic and he loved it.

"A handjob is all it takes for Deadpool to be tamed? Well I'll be damned." Logans tone as mocking and it just made Wade leak more precum. "Believe me Sir, I can't be tamed. Now come on and just fuck me you sexy honey badger." Wade was panting and trying to to hold back the moans desperately trying to break loose.

"God you are a pathetic slut." Despite his words Logan was getting desperate himself, "we can't really do this without lube or else I'm basically going to rip you open." Logan was a shameless man, as he parted Wade's legs so he could get between them.

"If you tear me with that metal rod of fun I'll be fine, you stabed me through the heart like 10 minutes ago, I'll heal." Wade's voice was begging, all he wanted was to have the Wolverine destroy his ass. "Actually let me rephrase. If you tear me- I'll like it."

That's all it took for Logan to bottom out, thrusting his hips into the moaning man under him. Wade through his head back against the seat in a minorly pornagraphic whine. "Fuck why does it feel like you're trying to impregnate me your so fucking deep? It's not that kind of fanfiction Wolvie." Wade choked on the moan bubbling in his throat.

"Thought I told you to shut the hell up," Logan leaned in closer to Wade with each thrust. "Don't you want to be good?" He knew the words would get the man, he was proven right when Wade withered in on himself with a whimper.

"Yes Sir." He mumbled in between pants. Logans grip on Wades his would be leaving bruises if Wade could get them. He was almost sad he wouldn't be bruised, there'd be no proof except a sore ass that he and Logan ever did this. But of course he wouldn't be shutting up about this for the next forever.

Like everything Logan did to Wade his thrusts weren't gentle. His pace was fast and each one left Wade breathless. He hardly had time to talk in between his moans, his legs were starting to shake as he doubled over on himself.

Wade was the first to start reaching his climax, he stared to ramble like he always seemed to “Logan, Logan- I’m so close just fucking please- fuck. I'm going to come- please?" He didn't know why he was begging but he couldn't stop the words falling from his lips.

“Just a little longer Wade, you can do that right? For me? You can be a good slut and wait a little longer?” Wade whined at the mans words, but choked out a weak, “Yeah- I can- I will Sir".

Logan was starting to feel the burning sensation of his peak in the pit of his chest. He brought a hand towards Wade's weeping dick to give him extra stimulation, the moan ripped from the others chest was laced with desire.

With a groan Logan thrusted a final time and released into the fucked out man below him. Not soon after Wade came, the cum landing on his covered stomach. The only sound the in car was panting coming from the two men. Wade seemed to be blessed out and almost ready to talk again.

Logan began to pull out after he did he pulled up Wade pants for him. He sat on the layed back chair next to where Wade was tied up. He pulled his pants up and layed down, he was feeling the exhaustion from the nights events. He looked over to see Wade's breathing slow down.

"Hey bub-"

"Don't call me bub when you just had your monster cock in my ass not even a minute ago.

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