“Please,” the whine falls embarrassingly from Clark’s lips. But he’s too far gone to care. His beautiful blue eyes lustfully stared at your body. Strong hands gripping your plush hips while you fuck yourself on his cock.
Clark’s stomach tightens and his fingers dig into your sweaty skin. While his pink lips are in between his teeth, trying to hide his embarrassingly loud moans. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels that all too familiar feeling. But as quick as he was to feel it, it disappeared. And so did the movement of your hips.
His eyes snap open at the uncomfortable feeling, a soft whine escaping his throat. But you were quick to silence him.
“I told you,” you roll your hips over him, earning a broken moan from the man below you. “You don’t get to cum when you’ve been a snot.”
Oh.. that’s right. That’s how Clark got into this whole situation. He wanted to be bold, and try to sneakily touch you at the work party. Despite your warnings and threat, he still did it. He would sneak his hand in between your thighs while you chatted at the table. The pads of his fingers dragged across your underwear. Feeling satisfied when he would feel just how wet you were through the cloth.
Ignoring the wicked glare you gave him, he pealed back your underwear and snuck a finger in your heat. Then another. His goal was to get you to come in front of all these people. And he did, even if he knew what the consequences were.
Now, here he was. Stuck in your bed as you fucked yourself on his cock, stopping whenever he was going cum. You’ve been going at this for nearly an hour, and had no intention stopping any time soon. Clark had no regrets, and would definitely do it again.
Clark Kent believed that the man should be the one pleasing his lover. Not the other way around. So why was he here, sitting on your bed stripped naked?
Well, nobody had the answer to that question.
Clark’s eyes never left your figure as you stripped from your clothes. Giving him a small show, but it wasn’t nothing much. When you got close enough, his large hands grabbed onto your hips. Pulling you onto the bed with him.
He lays flat on his back, his fingers digging into your hips. Eyes memorizing each and every little detail on your body. Clark didn’t notice the way you straddle him, or how you so gently took his cock into your soft hands and guided him into your slick hole.
The sound that he made when you fully sank down on him. It sent shivers down your spine, and all of a sudden. You needed to hear more.
His body shuddered when you moved your hips. Your tight wet cunt squeezing around him so well. It was suffocating.
“You’re all the way back Clark.” You groaned. Hands pressed against his chest, using him to keep balance.
Clark on the other hand, he was already out of his mind. Soft breathless moans fall from his lips while his hands rocked your hips. He couldn’t wait, he needed you to move your body. Your pussy was too good. And he selfishly took it.
Not like you mind, you’ve been telling the poor boy that he could do anything he wanted. That he could take your pussy as many times as he wanted to. But Clark never took that offer, well besides right now.
Clark’s lips were in between his teeth. His messy curls falling over his face, blue eyes lustfully glazing over your body. Large, smooth hands run over your soft, plush hips.
“I love you,” he chants, the word falling off his tongue like he wasn’t going to say it again.
Then, something in him snapped when he heard that pornstar like moan fall from your lips. The feeling of your already tight gummy walls squeezing around him. It had him spiraling.
Clark’s mouth hangs open while your hips desperately move against him while trying to chase after your sweet release. His fingers squeeze into your hips, his own release joining yours.
Your boyfriend that doesn’t say “I love you” will..
Softly moan when his fingers dig into your plush hips. Digging so hard into your soft skin, it leaves marks. But you don’t care, you don’t feel it.
“Tell me this is real.” He softly curses as he watches your breast jiggle with each thrust. A single hand moves from your hips to your breast, squeezing the flesh in between his hands. Watching how they spill out so nicely.
His mouth hangs open as his hips snap into yours at a brutal pace. Soft curses fall from his lips as he returns his hand back onto your hip. Forcing your hips to slam down on his cock whenever he wanted.
“Oh god, I love you.”
Your poor lover just missed you so much, he couldn’t handle the mere thought of you leaving him. The feeling that left him to crumbles was when he watched you get hurt, an injury that could’ve killed you. But Survived.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He chanted as if he were never gonna get to say it again. His hips stutter as he moaned not caring if he’s acting not like himself. He just loves you and your pussy.
After he cums and makes sure you’re absolutely winded, that’s when he’ll give you a small lecture. But his voice would be soft and hold you like a porcelain doll. Making sure you got his point of not ever scaring him like that again.
Men who’ve had a long day and aren’t scared to make noise in bed. With your legs wrapped around his hips while he pounds into you. He’s softly moaning into your ear, telling you how much he loves and misses your tight pussy.
“Oh fuck.” he moans into your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your skin. His fingers digging into your plush hips. “Fuck- your pussy was made for me. It takes my cock so well, do you hear it? Do you hear how much my cock loves your pussy?”
This was the only time he was silent, he wanted you to hear how loud it was when you milked his cock. The wet sound of skin constantly slapping together. A broken moan falls from his lips at the sound of your pussy, he couldn’t help but push your legs apart even further. Your knees now touching flat against the mattress as he abuses your sensitive hole.
“Where’s my phone?” his voice whimpered out as he tried looking for his phone. “I need you to see how good your pussy looks while it’s leaking my cum.”
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“Come on, I know you can take it.” He breathes into your ear. His hand is around your throat as he thrusts his hips brutally against yours.
Tears fall from your eyes and down your cheeks as you near another orgasm for the night. God, you don’t remember how many he’s ripped from you.
The hand that was around your throat slipped down your stomach and in between your thighs. His find your bundles of nerves and pinches them in between his the pads of his fingers.
Earning such a loud and pornstar like moan from your lips.
“One more baby, I know your tight little pussy can take it.” He coos into your ear once more. A breathy moan falls from his lips as his hips stutter. His hands are back on your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he abuses your tight hole once more.
But you can handle it right? You can give him one more, can’t you?
If you still need Arthur Morgan requests, what about some angst that turns into fluff or smut in the form of being captured by a gang and forming a bond with a fellow captive?
Or perhaps him desperately longing for someone he thinks he has no chance with until he finds out they're just as into him? Bonus for him breaking down a little about it >:)
I fucked up *sobs* I wanted extra money on rdr2 so I was introduced the world of cheats. I didn't fucking know it wouldn't save my process until I found out when I was fucking sent back to the beginning. Not too happy about that.
Also, I'm so sorry for the delay. I am working on the other requests, but I have a hard time writing when I notice that nobody sees/likes/reposts/comment my work. Cause I work hard on it, and lose the motivation if it goes unnoticed. So please forgive me for the slow updates! I also feel like I can't write anymore so now it's just shitty.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I decided to write the second prompt because my brain generated ideas for that one!!!
Warnings: Arthur is OOC (probably, idk..) I don't remember that one guys name, but he was an "O'Driscoll" but joined the camp. Drunk Arthur, my writing, unedited because my neck and back hurts. (I locked in.) FEM reader
Arthur Morgan, the man who had a five thousand dollar bounty on his head. The man who was deemed as dangerous and do not approach. Had some silly school boy crush on the sweet girl at the camp. And that girl was you.
The way you would care for him when he returns back from a trip Dutch had sent him on, make sure to have left over meals so that he could eat. You even go as far to bathe him when Arthur has no energy left in him to do it himself.
Oh, how deep in love he has fallen.
But he couldn’t help but let his mind wander if those soft hands of yours had touched another man's body.
Or if you smiled that beautiful smile to somebody else.
Maybe your arms wrap tighter against another man's body when you’re sharing a horse.
A sigh escaped his lips as he guided his horse back into camp, he was starting to think too much of you and it was taking a serious toll on him. As soon as Arthur arrived at the posts to hitch his horse. He heard your laughter.
There he saw you with Kieran, laughing.
He didn’t know why it had made him so angry, but it did. He wanted to beat Kieran for making you laugh. For getting to see your smile.
But, Arthur couldn’t help but think about just how much better Kieran was. He was a good man, and didn't have a bounty. And treated everyone with kindness even if he didn’t get it back. Arthur Morgan truly had no chance with you. And it hurts.
So he did what he did best when it came to dealing with shitty emotions. Going to the bar and getting absolutely shit faced.
Arthur had been six beers in and lost count of the amount of shots he took. Despite being shitfaced, he would never be shitfaced enough to not notice you. He felt your presence near him and when looking, there you were right next to him with a concerned look on your pretty face.
“Arthur,” Your voice was soft and gentle. “Come home, it’s getting late.”
He knew he should've listened to you and put down the beers. But he was too deep in to care. “Go on back to Kieran.” Arthur slurred over his words before calling over the bartender for another beer.
But as soon as the man tried giving another bottle to Arthur. You snatched it and gave it to the next person.
“H-hey!” Arthur yelled, turning his body to face you but stumbled over his feet. Almost nearly losing his balance. “That was mine!”
You slipped the bartender some money before grabbing Arthur by the arm and leading him to the entrance of the saloon. Ignoring his drunken protest and attempts at pulling away from you, you still took him to the hotel.
“One room please,” You say with a smile on your face to the man behind the counter. Paying what you owed, the man placed the key to the room into the palm of your hand.
“Please no trouble, that man is a trouble maker as it is.” He spoke sheepishly. Almost regretting letting you buy a room.
But unfortunately for him, you were already gone and up the stairs.
“Arthur, stop dragging your feet.” You grumbled and tugged on his hand while trying not to get irritated with him.
“Then take me back to the damn saloon.” Arthur argued.
With a surprising amount of strength, you yanked him to the hotel door and held onto him with a death grip while trying to unlock the door. Soon enough, you unlocked the door and guided Arthur in before shutting it behind you.
“God dammit woman.” Arthur grumbles at you as he wobbles over to the bed and flops onto it. “your always ruinin, it for me! For making me feel the way I do about yah,” Arthur rubs a hand over his face before taking off his hat and placing it on the nightstand beside him. “Yer lucky that I love yah, otherwise I wouldn’t have been that easy to take!”
You look at Arthur puzzled, he loved you? Nonsense. You saw the way he interacted with Mary Linton. Now that was love, the way he would caress her cheeks when she was upset. How would he take her on trips with him just to make her happy? Arthur just bout did almost anything for that woman.
But he was drunk, maybe he thought you were her.
“Arthur you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He calls out your name and sits up to look at you, like he wasn’t absolutely plastered. “I wanted to kill that boy today. I should be the only one who gets to make you laugh like that, o-or smile.” He drunkenly grumbles, “can’t but think about how good you are. I shouldn’t have these feelings for yah.”
“Arthur-” you try to stop him but he interrupts you.
“You’re so beautiful, and I'm so in love with you. And it makes me so mad that some boy can make you laugh so easily. I get it, I'm older, roughed up. Even got a bounty on my head. I don’t deserve to have these feelings for you.”
You watch Arthur ramble, but you notice something that makes you frown. There were tears in his eyes but he wiped them before you got a chance to say anything.
“I might be drunk, but i’m not drunk enough to not remember how in love I am with you. The damn alcohol didn’t stop from how much I'm hurting.” He chuckles, trying to attempt to mask the pain in his voice.
“Arthur, even if you don’t know what you’re talking about. You are loved, you are meant to be loved. I don’t know why you bother hiding how you truly feel about the people you care about, because everyone I know loves you. All the women back at camp boast about just how safe they feel, the children look up to you and tell me about how Uncle Arthur taught them how to bug Dutch. And the men, they see you as their brother.” You rant, but your voice was gentle. Even though this was meant to drill into that head of his, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with him. But as soon as you were about to go off on him again. You notice those same tears that he was trying so hard to hide, fall down his cheeks.
And without thinking, you step closer to Arthur and wipe his tears away with your thumb. “Maybe tomorrow morning, if you remember telling me just how much you love me. You can treat me to breakfast and I’ll tell you how I feel.”
With a nod of his head, Arthur agreed. “Can you stay with me for the night? I don’t want to be left alone.
“Of course I can.” You smile before walking to the chair in the corner. It won't be comfortable, but it’ll work.
“What are you doin’?” Arthurs voice broke you from your train of thought.
You gave the man a weird look before sitting down in the chair ,“Getting comfortable?”
You see Arthur roll his eyes before standing up, still very wobbly. But managed to walk over to you and pull you up.” “Get in the damn bed woman.” he grumbled while he guided you to the bed.
“Are you sure-” You try to talk but he interrupts you once again.
“Drunk or not, I wouldn't be a real man if I let a woman sleep uncomfortably.”
A soft smile sits on your face as you crawl into bed, waiting for Arthur to join you. And once he does, you unconsciously scoot a little closer to him. His warmth and scent immediately puts you to sleep.
The sun peeking from the blinds and shining straight into your eyes, was what woke you up. You reach out to feel for Arthur, but he wasn’t there. This really woke you up.
You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the previous night where he had confessed his feelings. You knew he had mistaken you for Mary Linton. God, you hated yourself for agreeing to sleep in the same bed as him. Tears pool your eyes as you feel the embarrassment fill your blood. As you were getting up from the bed, the door opened and there stood Arthur with breakfast in his hands. The warm look he had on his face dropped once he noticed the tears in your eyes.
“What's wrong?” He asked and put the breakfast he had found and placed it onto the table.
Before you could get a word in, he was next to you in a flash. “Why’er crying?”
Arthur gave you a puzzled look when he heard you laugh and wipe your eyes. “I just had thought you really left.”
You could see him visibly sigh from relief, he was so worried that he had done something wrong. “Is it a bad time to say that I love you?” he grins and reaches out for a plate of food and placing it into your lap, eagerly awaiting for the answer you promised him.
Your lips curl as you lean in and press your lips against his. “Does that tell you?”
“I don't know, you might have to tell me.” He grins and takes the plate of food off your lap and places it to the side. This time he was to kiss you, his fingers curl against your hips as he pushed you flat down on the bed.
“I love you too, Arthur Morgan.” You tell him in between kisses.
A soft squeal escapes your lips as you feel the scruff of his beard tickle your cheek as he whispers into your ear, “I had a hunch you'd say that.
Hey hun, I hope this was good enough for you! I am so excited that I am your first ask, haha!! I am unfortunately not that good at writing angst, and I’m a little rough with writing right now since it’s been a little while.. I also just actually started the game so I know nothing about Mary Linton, or the whole game play in this area. So I am so sorry if this is completely wrong and messed up!!
Warnings: mentions of cheating but no cheating actually happened, angst, my writing, angst to fluff, Arthur is probably very OOC.. my writing once again, not proofread
Mary Linton. The most prettiest girl in town, the woman that every man wanted, but could never get.
No man could keep his eyes, hands, lips off her.
And you were stupid to think that Arthur would be smart enough to know better. But that night, when you were returning back from a trip that Dutch had set you on. You saw Arthur and Mary Linton together at the bar. His hand on the small of her back and her hands pressed against his chest.
Every man in that bar hated Arthur, for he was the only man that got to look at her, who got to touch her.
The look of love shone in Mary’s eyes as she look at Arthur. But could you blame her? Despite Arthur saying he’s a bad man, he was a good one. He made sure every woman was safe. That anyone was safe.
That’s why you fell in love with him.
Unfortunately, as soon as you tried to leave the scene. Your lover quickly spotted you. He had a smile on his face as he wave you down to come join them. But his smile quickly dropped when he saw your frown and your eagerness to leave.
Tears popped in your eyes as you turned around and left the bar. Millions of thought rushed through your head while you walked home. Were you not pretty enough? Maybe it’s because you weren’t smart. Or perhaps it was because you were running away from the law. Not understanding what could’ve made Arthur change his mind really hurt.
The amount of times where he lied with you in the grass, his arms around your body. Telling you what he was gonna do with you in the future. The amount of kids he wanted with you. What time of farm house you’d live in. And what type of animals you should have.
A hand touching your shoulder broke you from your turn of thought. You twisted your head to see the one and only Arthur with a displeased look on his face.
“Why did you leave?” He asked, his scruffy voice was softer than usual.
Quiet for a few moments, you decide to speak. “I had no business there.”
“Bullshit, you look like you’ve been cryin’” Arthur had now fully turned you around. With his hand on your body. He inspected your face, he knew you had been crying. Arthur was so good at reading you, you hated it.
“Are you just gonna leave a lady all alone in a bar full of drunk men?” The question came out saltier sounding than you intended.
“What does this have to do with her?” Arthur asked, crossing his arms as he fully inspected you.
A sigh escaped your lips and you felt a new set of tears wash in. “What’s so special about her Arthur? What does she have that I don’t? If it’s my looks, I can change them. Or maybe it’s because I’m an outlaw, and you want a normal girl. So I can turn myself in for you. I just want to be good enough for you.”
“Whoa, hey now.” Arthur pulled you in closely to him. His hands gripping your waist as he held you the way you liked to be. “What’s all up in that head, pretty girl? Why’er talkin like that?”
But when you didn’t respond, he frowned.
“C‘mom baby girl,” he spoke softly while his thumb came up to wipe the tear that was rolling down your cheek. “If you’re upset about Mary and I in the bar. Then you truly don’t have to worry. Some guy was just messin’ with her.”
Your heart hurt, you were too insecure to notice the situation before. Of course, he was just doing his part and helping. Arthur truly loved you, you were his woman. And nothing would ever change that.
Tears continued to flow out of your pretty eyes, cashing Arthur to pull you in for a hug. One arm resting around your waist as for the other, he was playing with your hair. Hoping to get you distracted.
“I’m so sorry Arthur, I-“ you stuttered over yourself. You couldn’t find the words to say anything.
Except Arthur always knew what to do, he knew you like the back of his own hand. His hands cradle your beautiful face as blue eyes look into yours. Oh how he wanted to marry you right then and there. You were absolutely so beautiful to him, to know how much love you had in your heart for him. He loved it. He was so in love with you.
“I don’t think you understand, just how much I love you.” His thumb brushes away your tears as he softly talks to you. “I am so in love you, girl. It drives me absolutely nuts. Mary Linton can’t even compare to you. You are my woman, hell. You’re gonna be my wife. You don’t gotta change your looks, cause I love waking up every day and seeing your face and kissing those lips. I love how your body fits just right in my hands.”
“Arthur,” You try to call out, but he immediately hushes you.
“You don’t get to talk until you understand that you are my woman. That I don’t want no other, just you, alright?”
You nod your head with a soft smile on your lips. You bury your head in his chest, your heart feeling a little warmer and he continues to tell you just how much he loved you.
Can you give please do SFW and NSFW alphabet head canons for Logan (Wolverine)
Hi!! I am so sorry that it took me this long to finish..! I’ve actually never heard of alphabet head cannons so I had to find some templates and couldn’t find an SFW so please forgive me 🙁🙏 I would also like to apologize that I’m terrible at making head cannons, because I don’t have the mindset of that.. so this will probably be my first and last time I’ll do this 😞
Requests are still open ❤️
Warnings: smut, fem reader, my writing, not proof read obvi.. I also kinda rushed the end so I’m sorry 😢
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Very caring, now matter how old he is gets. Logan will make sure to give you the best treatment of your life. Literally the definition of princess treatment.
After getting the dick pounded out of you, with all of these marks on your poor worn out body. Logan will kiss each mark then pick you up and carry you to the bathroom. Like nobody talks about it so i fucking will, Logan will sit you on the toilet and make sure you piss. Why? Your handsome lover wants you to be healthy! No UTIs or yeast infection for the princess (speaking from experience.) Then you both will have a very relaxing shower together before cuddling in bed!
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Logans favorite part of his body will probably be his chest, mainly his abs. He knows how much you love them, and how much you like doing other things with them. Not to mention he works hard for his body to look the way it does, it’s something everyone should be proud of.
Now realistically, Logan will tell you that he loves every single inch of you. Yknow how you ask your parents who’s the favorite sibling, they’ll tell you they love each and single one of you, but make it so obvious that they favor the other one. Yeah, this is how it is. Except yknow he loves your hips. With the way he always grabs them, either from moving you to the side or moving you when your leg get to sore from riding him. Logan just loves how they feel in his hands.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
As a man would, Logan loves to fill your sweet pussy with his cum. And once in a while, cuming on your tits when he’s fucking his hand. But again, mainly you cunt. He’ll fill it up as much as he please and once you’re both finished, he loves to pull away and admire how much cum drips out of your hole and onto the bed. He loves his little stuffed donut.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Logan definitely fucked his hand when you were asleep, taking your dirty underwear from the floor and fucked that too. Not one of his proudest moments. But when your moaning his name and stirring in your sleep, he couldn’t help himself.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Bro is over 200 years old, please shoot me if you ever met someone who says that this man is a virgin. Because they are lying to you and themselves.
But that saying, in these 200 years, he’s had plenty of sexual partners. That means more experience and the better your pussy gets dicked down.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Logan loves when you’re on top of him. Why? Well, this is the perfect view for him. He loves the way your tits bounce and if you have small girls, he loves seeing them. He loves boobs, Logan is definitely a boob man! But he loves grabbing your hips and since he’s so much stronger than you, he moves your hips back and forth. Logan loves when your nails dig into his chest when you’re on top of him, and he LOVES watching your face while his dick is going deep into you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He is not silly turning sex, Logan finds this time most serious. Durning these moments, he completely loses himself and only focuses on you and your pleasure. So really, he has no time for goofiness, and too him, any man who’s goofy durning sex. A time where you solely focus on your lover and their needs. Is not a man, but a boy. Because every woman who’s being intimate with a man deserves to be treated like a queen.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Now you see the mans face and head, it’s nothing but hair. The whole guy is hairy, and if you’re not into hairy men. Well Logan is not for you. He grooms his face and hair but leaves everything untouched because it’s just so unnecessary to him. That being said, he has never trimmed downstairs, and won’t plan to. Plus he knows how much you’re into that thick happy trail of his.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Logan during intimacy is very loving, he finds the moment where they’re but so vulnerable towards each other. Logan finds being intimate a very serious thing.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If you aren’t around then yes, he needs to find a way to relieve his boner. Just the thought of you makes him so unbelievably hard. So when you’re away and he thinks of you, he can’t help himself. I like to believe that you guys have toys in the bedroom, so he definitely uses your vibrators to get done.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
So, bud definitely has a few!! Like I said in previous, he loves your boobs, that being said he’s definitely into Breast play. His hands will always be on your boobs, playing with your nipples, sucking on your nipples. Marking them up.
Another one Logan has is orgasm play, now I feel like that he will only do this when you’re not “behaving” such as making him jealous, purposefully pissing him off, yada yada you get the jist. Logan will make sure you sexy time is one of the most miserable times for you, basically saying that you don’t get to cum, he’ll drag it out on and on until he feels like you deserve it.
I am a firm believer that Logan will steal your panties from the night before. He knows where he threw them at while ripping them off you, he knows just how wet they were during that time. So obviously, he’s gonna use them to jerk himself off.
Finally, one of the last ones Logan has it’s degrading. Either he’s degrading or you, he’s so into it. Especially during a rough night, he loves to call you his dirty slut, his slutty little girl. The famous “you’re such a fucking cumslut, wanting me to always fill the tight pussy of yours up. Don’t worry, I’ll fill it up, so nice and full.”
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Whenever he gets hard, Logan will drag you to a closed off space and pull your pants to your to your knees, and push your panties to the side. He doesn’t care, he’ll take you right then and there. Logan is just always so horny for you, but can you blame him? His girlfriend is so fucking hot.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Boobs, your boobs to be exact.
Show a little bit of cleavage, well sister. You better be ready for the outcome. Logan will make it so obvious that he’s staring. It’s kinda embarrassing, especially when you’re around other people.
Another thing that gets him going is when you talk back to people, putting them in their place. He finds the bossy and demanding side of you so fucking sexy. He sometimes acts bratty just to see that side of you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that will physically harm you, he doesnt care if you’re into it. It’s a big no. He also won’t share, so no threesomes. He finds it’s disrespectful and a little hurtful that you’ll want another person into the game, making him think that he’s not giving you enough or not making you feel good.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Definitely depends on his mood or day.. but mainly I think he likes to focus on your pleasure, so he’ll definitely eat you out. Especially when he’s pissed off with something, he just wants to bury his head into your thighs and eat his meal.
But he also loves when you give him head, he asks for it almost all the time. It’s the best thing ever, just to feel how talented you are with your tongue and mouth.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Logan definitely goes fast and rough, it’s how you like it too. The both of you think it’s the best way to do it, especially since Logan has so much stamina and strength. The way his cock hits all the way back.
But of course, there are times where you guys take it slow. Showing to each other just how much you truly love one another.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He loves them, when you both are horny but don’t have the time to take your time. It’s super convenient. He doesn’t care where or what time it is, he will pull down your pants and fuck you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
I don’t think he’s cares all too much about being risky. As long as he knows he’s in a spot with you that no one will see, you two will be fine.
You see, he doesn’t care if anyone saw him fucking you. He just knows that your worried people will see, so he takes cover for you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Logan can probably go as many as five, I know once he fucks you till his balls are quite literally empty and can’t go anymore because he’s too sensitive. That’s when you take you chance because that when he’s gets all subby. Enjoy your time 😉
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yes!! He loves using toys just to be mean to you, he knows your favorite vibrator, sets in on the highest setting and places it directly on your clit, enjoying the way your hips flinch back.
Logan also likes using toys on himself, especially fleshlights that feel exactly like you. Or using your vibrator on himself.
Overall, toys are a big yes!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Logan loves to tease you, when it comes to public and barely touching you in your most sensitive areas or sending you dirty texts. (I am a firm believer that he would send you dick picks or send you pictures of his abs, flaunting the v-line you love so much.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
His sounds are quiet but loud enough for you to hear, he moans in your ear when he’s on top of you. Or when you’re on top of him, he lets out small quieter moans. Logan gets louder when he’s closing to cumming too.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Logan’s favorite outfit on you that will get him so unbelievably horny is a pair of sweats and a tight shirt. Gets him so hard, and an instant way to get nutted in.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Okay, let’s be so for real..
Logan ripped, we know what the v-line is like! We all know that he’s hairy downstairs, but you don’t care. Because all what matters is that dick serves you good.
Logan is more of a grower than a shower. When he’s hard, he grows to be 7 to 8 inches. He’s not that thick, but big enough to stretch that pussy out!
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I guess it all depends on his mood and how he feels. Logan overall can have sex anytime he wants. He’s your horndog after all.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
He’s not that quick to fall asleep, he’ll stay in bed with you while you both cuddle each other and chat. After sex, the both of you take your time lay down and relax, feeling each others skin and heartbeat. This is a very relaxing time together.
logan catching us staring when his shirt is off around the apartment
Hey so, I accidentally almost turned this into the smut lol.. enjoy bae!!
Warnings: almost smut, dirty talking, my writing, not proof read because I don’t want to remind myself of what i write. Female bodied
Requests are still open!
Yeah it was a hot day, yeah any man would walk around shirtless with a pair of pants on, hell maybe their underwear.
But nothing could’ve prepared you when Logan walks in from the front door. Your eyes quite literally popped out of your skull. There he was, torn blue jean pants. His shirt missing, thankfully.. sweat dripping down his ripped chest.
God, the way his face looked when he came in too. More like his hair, how it was typically styled into a neat cat ear look. But right now, it was so messy looking. And as the girl you are, you found it so hot.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer.”
His voice breaks you from your trance, realizing that your ass just got caught gawking. “What are you talking about..” you say hoping that maybe you could try to play it off.
“Your staring is very obvious.” Logan crosses his beefy arms and looks at you like you’re some stupid horny mutt.
“Me? Staring?” You roll your eyes and scoff “as if, there’s nothing to stare at besides your greasy tits. Large greasy tits.”
“Fuck.” You thought, your ass definitely just got busted. You were just a girl, right? No better than a man when it comes to big tits. You couldn’t help yourself but to stare, Logan’s body was just the best to stare at. Honestly, if you were into freaky shit. You’d definitely be riding his abs.
Logan was the same way though, every time you showed abit of breast and some ass. You’d catch him practically drooling at the sight of you. His hands would always find their way on your body, squeezing whatever he pleased.
You suddenly felt so small when you see his dark eyes on you. You felt like you were some type of thanksgiving meal. “You’re such a horny fuck.” He growls.
“Can you really blame me? I mean look at you, any woman would want to see a strong beefy man oiled up. With his fucking blue jeans torn and dirty like that? What were you doing? You hum “getting your ass fucked?”
Logan rolls his eyes while slowly walking up to you. For some reason, it was like straight from a movie. He was walking towards you, his rough callused hands squeezing your plush hips as he guides you to the couch gently but there was a hint of aggression.
‘You need to hush those lips before I put them to use.”
You didn’t even get a word in because you were to busy watching him take off his belt, closely watching his fingers and seeing just how well they can work. (Spoiler alert: they do, way too good.) Watching him pull down his zipper then letting his pants drop to his ankles. Revealing just how turned on he had been.
“Now bubs, I’ll give you an option. I can either flip you over right now and stuff my cock into that tight little pussy of yours right now, or..” before he could say anything else he flipped you over, pressing your chest to the couch while pulling your hips up. The t-shirt you were wearing slid showing your bare pretty pussy.
You felt yourself clench around nothing as you hear Logan moan as he made his discovery.
“Let’s see if you can count how many times I can make you cum tonight.”
hii babe im just begging for a rough tag team with wolverine nd deadpool
I’m so sorry, I just saw this 😢 I’m a working woman, gotta make my money and spend it all at Adam and Eves. Anyways.. I hope this is good for you bookie, I put only my brain and boobs into it 😘
Request are still opened ❤️
Warnings: smut, my writing, obvi not proof read because I’m not all that.. female bodied.
If anyone had told you a few minutes ago that you would be on your back, getting absolutely cocked out by Logan. And having your mouth filled of it by wade. You would have laughed in their face. Because you are no man’s slut.
But here you are, laying on wades bed. Logan’s cock so full inside of you. His hips thrusting so hard against yours. Your poor pretty hips bruise.
It’s not like you can complain though, after all, wade is fucking your throat. But why would you complain? Getting absolutely dicked down by the two men you’ve had the hots for awhile is a dream come true, really it would be any girls dream.
Muffled moans attempted to escape your filled lips as your sore legs tighten around Logan’s waist. You were finally going to cum, after forever of torture. You finally get your reward.
Your eyes pooled with tears as you feel that little something snap in you, as you stupidly thought that this was your moment. That was until it was brutally ripped away from you.
Logan looks at you with a satisfied yet sadistic expression. “Aw, poor girl, finally thought she was about to come.” In a flash of the moment, you were flipped to your stomach. And Logan’s rough hands grab at your plush hips. Slamming himself back into you. “Too bad that bad girls don’t get to cum.”
A cry escape your lips as you feel Logan slam back into you. Your face is burrowed into the sheets of the bed as the pace Logan was brutally fucking you was putting holes in the walls from the bed.
You were too busy whining to notice that wade and Logan were bickering back and forth.
“My turn wolvie, I want to fuck my pretty slut next.” Wade pressed, his scared hands running down her body. “We’re switching places.”
Logan didn’t like this idea, knowing that wade would give in and let you cum. You were getting punished, you didn’t get to cum. “You’re not getting your dick wet, it’s my pussy that I’m fucking.”
Wade did not like this response, he pulled Logan away. Feeling so incredibly horny once he heard you whine at the feeling of being so empty. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll be filling this pussy up so nice for you. The only thing you’ll be remembering is how good my cock is.”
Wade gave you no time to think as he thrusted into your abused hole. One hand on your hips, the other wrapped around your front, playing with your sensitive clit.
“You’ve been my good girl, must be because I’m better. But I want that pretty pussy to milk my dick.” He praises.
Wade teased, crescent marks are left in your hips from how hard Wade squeezed your hips. Moans fall from his lips as he felt your sweet hole squeeze his cock. He couldn’t hold himself back, Wade pressed your body down into the bed. Fucking you at an incredible pace, hitting all of your deep spots.
Logan watches the both of you, his cock so unbelievably hard, it hurt. His tip was aching and wet. He was turned on to the extreme, watching you moan like a damn porn star because of how good Wade is fucking you. It almost made him jealous.
He watches how Wade thrust faster than he has before, and watches how you try to claw at anything you can reach. Logan couldn’t help but find his cock with his hand. He wasn’t mad that you came around wades cock, or how the way your pussy clenched around nothing while his hot load was dripping out of you and down your thighs. Logan was so totally jealous, wanting it to be your pussy milking him instead of his own hand. Wanted it to be his load dripping out of you.
Finally, he had enough. Logan stood back up, pushing Wade to the side. “I hope you aren’t tired buba, because we only have just gotten started.”
Hi everyone!! Please please please 🙏 send any requests for our man’s or any marvel character 🥺❤️ I want to start writing again and I need y’all’s beautiful brains, thank you!!!
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Uh, yeah i know its been like two years LOL. Literately after posting my last fanfic my dog died of cancer. Got like super depressed lmao.. anyways i watched the new movie and i creamed my pants so i had to write the absolute worst fanfic ever. So like this is a warning, its been two years since ive touched my computer and my skills aren't that good anymore.
summary: going to the bar undercover with the man you hate the most had a twisted turn, not expecting to get shot or telling him your feelings.
warnings: cussing, bad writing, random character death, bad writing, not proof read, and this is really long for no reason..
You didn’t quite understand why you were being dragged along with this so called “mission”
It was just one bad dude who robbed a place, so why were you at a damn bar with the person you hate the most. Everyone was aware of this. You two couldn’t be in the same room together without an argument that almost leads to a fight. So why are you here?
So sitting on the bar stool with a glass of water in your hand, a skirt you were wearing too short and a top that left the mind to wonder. What made the whole situation worse was that your worst enemy was sitting next to you, the wolverine aka Logan Howlett.
You knew he was enjoying this by the way he was ordering shot by shot, it was disgustingly attractive the way the man could pour down the hardest liquor down his throat. Rolling your eyes, you focus back on the bartender, watching him make drinks and showing off to the drunken girlfriends or wives. Obviously ignoring the wicked glares he received from their partners sitting next to them.
“Hey, bartender.” you hear Logan call out. “I need something a little harder than this.”
“Nothing for the beautiful lady sitting next to you?” the man behind the counter smirks as he poured a drink for another customer. Totally ignoring Logan's request.
A soft polite smile sits on your face while trying to stuff down the unpleasant feeling you got from the bartender. “Only if it's on the house.”
“For you?” he smiles, “you can have whatever you like.”
Your eyes crinkle from disgust but to the bartender it was from joy. “Oh, you know how to touch a woman's heart.”
You hear Logan scoff while feeling his dark eyes on you. It’s been 10 minutes since you two have been here and you're already getting underneath his skin.
“Something wrong Logan?” you call him out, turning to face him instead of the creep you call bartender.
Logan rolls his eyes as he tosses his head back and downs his shot. “Show a little boob and wear a tiny skirt, and you get anything you want.”
“Yeah, I would say you should try it. But you don’t have much to show..”
“Is that how you got here, getting passed around the team?”
“Yup,” you say with a sarcastic smile on your face while pretending to count to the number 8 on your fingers. “Just gotta get into your pants and then I get my reward.”
Logan looks at you with a face of disgust not sure if you were messing with him or not. “Excuse me?”
Just as soon as you open your mouth to make a smartass comment. A sudden yell echoes across the room then the sound of wood breaking. Both you and Logan twist around to see the scene. There you see the “bad guy” you guys were supposed to be after. He had just brutally smashed someone's head into the table, successfully breaking the table in half.
“That a murder.” the words fall from your lips when you see the broken piece of the table
through the poor soul's head.
“Shut the fuck up you fucking clown. That's our guy.” Logan responded in a whisper. But when he didn't hear a snotty response he twisted his head to look at you, only to find your seat empty. Instead he saw you walking towards the scene, causing a deep growl to fall from his lips. Finding himself to chase after you.
Typically, you would leave this stuff for logan. But the guy was instantly on the run. And you didn’t really have a choice but to chase after him. “Hey excuse me!” You yell at the bad guy, instantly frowning as you see the blood cover his hands and shirt.”where do you think you're going, dude? Breaking that table and killing that poor guy? What an asshole!”
The bad guy looked at you, his brows furrowing. His body filled with rage. Who do you think he is and calling him “dude”. If you were here to stop him, then so be it. But you were just a girl, and women are weak. You were easy to dispose of. “Listen lil’ lady. I'll give you a quick death if you leave me alone.”
“I don’t think so, I need you to come with me anyways.”
The man sighs as he hears the words fall from your lips, “How annoying.” he thought.
“Hey, don’t you fucking run off on me like that.” You hear Logan say as he walks up next to you. Making you roll your eyes and turn your head to face him.
It was so quick to happen you couldn’t even process it, the only thing that processed that very moment was the ear ringing bang that echoed through the air. Then Logan shouting your name. You remember seeing him running away, his face looking angry. It felt like you were standing there for hours, like you were zoning out. Then you remembered him, the guy you were supposed to get. But as soon as you took that first step, that's when you felt it. Burning pain spreads through your body making you want to cry out. Your hand instinctively reaches out to where you feel the pain, not expecting your hand to be bloodied when you pull it back to inspect it.
You got shot.
Now you remember why you guys were supposed to basically kidnap this guy, he was a mutant. His abilities were dangerous. The way he fought was with guns and his bullets being made by his blood, it's how he killed people. It was poisonous.
Soft curses leave your lips as you press your hand tight against your wound, but your blood was still pooling out. You felt weak, like you could barely stand and keep your eyes open. You felt as if you were gonna drop dead at any given moment. But you had to help Logan, you two were supposed to do this together.
The first step you took, you felt your knee give out. Sending your whole body to the ground, but the impact never came. Instead you feel a strong pair of arms lift up your weak body, your eyes see logan. But you refuse to believe it was him. He wouldn’t do this. Why was your body seeing things?
“You idiot! Why did you run off and chase after him like that? You know you don’t have any special abilities to protect you if he attacked you, so why?” He yelled, Logan was truthfully more scared and worried than angry. He was running as fast as he could to the jet to get you medical aid. But he only had so much time to spare before your body was consumed by the poison.
“What happened?” your voice was soft when you asked.
“You were shot in your chest! I can see the huge fucking hole!”
“I can feel it.” Even though you were basically dying, you couldn’t help but make a simple joke. “Y’know, even though you’re a total dick. You have good arm muscles. I like the way they can hold me so tightly. I feel like a princess.” you smile “If it takes getting shot and dying for you to
care, then maybe i should get shot more often.”
Logan frowns as he hears your comment, still rushing to get you to the jet as fast as possible. “You’re so fucking stupid, you’re not dying. If you wanted me to hold you in my arms then all you had to do was ask bub.”
A weight of relief went off his soldiers once he saw the jet, he was right there. But when he looked at you, he saw that your hand was pressed against his chest and your eyes were on him. Barely opened. “Hey, stay with me.” he comments. “Keep your eyes open, please. We're almost there!”
Your eyes scrunch together as you see his lips move but no words come out, it didn’t help much that you were fading in and out of consciousness. Growing up, you were told not to be afraid of dying because you could die at any given time. Despite all the missions you’ve been on and how many times you were knocking on death's door. You were never afraid. But today was different, why were you so afraid? Maybe it was because you're dying pathetically, or the fact that you're in the arms of a man you’ve fallen in love with.
“I’m sorry.” you tell him, your voice soft and weak. Blood drips from your lips and down your chin. Your hand grabbing his shirt. Everything was going by so fast. In the middle of a deep silence, you look up into Logans eyes, knowing these might be your last moments together. Pain rushes through your body and words fly out of your mouth before your brain can catch up, and you’re saying what you’ve always wanted to say. “I love you.”
He freezes, shocked at your words. He looks down at you, taking in your face, and the pained look on it. You can see his brain racing like a speeding train, and his breath catches in his throat. “You’re an idiot. Why did you wait till this point?”
“I- I thought I would have more time.” was all you managed to say before shutting your eyes.
Finally, Logan runs up the rail of the jet and sets you on the cot. Watching the aids surround you, immediately taking quick action. With the flight there and taking you into emergency surgery. They finally came up to Logan, who fell asleep in the infirmary's waiting room. Telling him that you were okay and would make a good recovery.
Without wasting a single second, Logan rushed to your room. His heart dropped once he saw your frail, weak body. Connecting to different types of wires and IVs. He felt terrible, guilt consumed his body as thoughts raked his mind, he could've prevented all of this, all of your pain. Only if he was faster.
Logan found himself staring at your body, wanting to reach out and take your hand. He pulled up the chair by your bed and sat down, his eyes switching from your resting body to the monitor. Finally mustering the courage to take hold of your hand. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t quick enough, I should’ve been the one. But I was so fucking slow, in my own god damn bloody mind.And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I love you back, I was just so scared. Scared that if I told you, I would never get to tell you so again. I was so fucking selfish. But holy shit, I'm so in love with you. It hurts so much. But I'll make sure to tell you every single chance I get. I love you.”
“You better get started.” you say with a smile on your face.
Logan looks at you in a state of shock, not expecting you to be awake. Without holding back, he basically launches himself onto you. Wrapping his arms around your weak figure, wanting to hold you tight but being so gentle with you. “You’re okay” he breathes out of relief, “You’re an idiot, but you’re okay.”
“I love you too by the way.” The smile on your face was wide, you were in so much pain. But you were so happy. Never in your life did you think you would be here, but here you are. In the arms of the man you’ve pretended to hate for so long.
“Oh shut your pretty little mouth.” Was all he said before pressing his soft warm lips against yours.
If someone had asked you what it was like getting shot, you would probably tell them it hurt really fucking bad and wouldn’t recommend it. But if they asked you on a personal level. You would tell them that you would do it again if it meant that you got to see Logan care for you. But it still hurt like a fucking bitch.
Part II for "Listen before I go"!! And for those who wanted to be tagged in part two here you go: @sseleniaa @ascybous(and all the others in the comments)
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Pt.1
Warnings: ooc ghost, wattpad y/n, gets suggestive at the end though no real smut. Reader is referred as "you" but use she/her pronouns Didn’t edit because I don’t feel like it, Simon crying and being silly!
You wake up to intense bright lights beaming into your eyes. Causing your hand to shield the light, already feeling your eyes water from it. After a few minutes of adjusting to the bright setting, you try to sit up. (Key word: Try.) But the unknown weight on your lower body prevents you from sitting up all the way. Your eyes fall down to the weight on your lap, but only to see Simon. His mask was off and he was in more casual clothing. A soft smile shone on your lips when you hear his soft snores. His cheek was buried onto your thigh as his hand laid on top of your body.
Your thumb caressed the softness of his cheek, causing him to stir in his sleep. His eyes slowly blink open. Seemingly like he forgot where he was until he saw your face. Simon wasted no time sitting up and greeting you. “You’re okay” he breathes out in relief. The poor man sounded so stressed and it made you feel so incredibly bad. Your hand cupped his cheek as you gave him a weary smile.
“I’m sorry-” Simon cuts you off with his hand to your lips.
“Please don’t blame yourself, if only i didn’t storm off you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
Now it was your turn to cut him off, “This wasn’t your fault Ghost, I was the one who didn’t see the group before.”
The man's heart dropped hearing his code name escape from your lips. He didn’t like hearing that name from you, he preferred his real name. It made him feel safer with you. Like he had nothing to worry about.
You sighed, suddenly remembering the harsh words he told you. Thoughts started to pounder, “if he dislikes me so much then why is he here?” you thought. Your eyes glued onto his as your own started to water.
“Why are you here?” you whisper in a hushed voice, only being loud enough for the man to hear it.
Simon almost flinched at the sound of your voice, he didn’t know how to answer you. Between wanting to lie to you or just telling the truth like you needed.
“Ghost, if you were forced to keep watch over me. You’re free to go, I'm awake now.”
He shakes his head, lips going dry. “No, I wanted to be here.”
Another sigh escaped your lips, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of the bedsheets. “Then why are you here?’
“Because..” Simon tries to speak but his words die in his mouth.
“You told me that you hated me, that you’ll never see me more than a teammate.” you murmured and raked your fingers through your hair. A stray tear falls down your cheek. “For someone who claims they don’t want anything to do with me, you’re doing a whole lot just out of your own free will.”
“I only said that because I was scared!” Simon finally admits. He feels tears in his own eyes, “I was scared that if I told you that I loved you, something was going to happen to you.” Simon blinks his eyes shut, his pride way too high to let you see that he was crying. He didn’t need to think that he was some baby. “I’m sorry.”
Withthat Simon gets up and makes his way out of the room, not wanting to make you any more upset then you already were. But with the sound of his name leaving your lips, he stopped. He turns around to see you shifting to the other side of the bed, making enough room for him.
“Let’s talk, alright?” there it was, your soothing voice. A voice that sounded like that didn't just hurt to move to make room for him. A voice that seemed like nothing was wrong. A voice that never stopped caring. Simon finally breaks. Tears ran down his cheeks, no longer feeling embarrassed anymore. He sits on the bed and leans into your open arms, finding immediate relief.
“I’m sorry for telling you all of those things. I didn’t mean them, I was just scared and I know that these might seem like excuses and you don’t have to forgive me because trust me I wouldn’t either. And you can call me an asshole or tell me that you hate me too, that you don’t want anything to do with me and I won’t stop you because that’s what I deserve.”
You hush him, your fingers running through his hair while gently cradling the poor boy. “It’s okay, Simon. I’ll forgive you, alright? Just don’t say that about yourself ever again, you are so much better than that and you deserve so much more.” You feel him nod, but that wasn't enough. Reaching for his chin you pull him to face you. Eyes boring into yours. “You deserve everything.”
Simon didn’t know what he was doing but he held onto your soft and beautiful face and leaned in. His lips touching yours, instantly smiling into the kiss when he feels you reciprocate it. He gently pushes you back onto the bed, pressing your back down on the soft mattress. He barely pulls back, his lips brushing against yours. “I love you.” He kisses you again, “I love you so much.” This time he kisses your jaw trailing down your skin until he meets the hem of your shirt. “And I don’t know why I was so stupid by not telling you sooner.”
You feel his lips right on your throat, his hands running down your sides. Careful to not hurt your wound. Everything was so hot, your skin, your body, seeing Simon under you. “God simon.” you moan when you feel his hands squeeze your waist. He slowly tugs down your pants, kissing your hips.
“Please let me love you.” he pleads, fingers massaging your legs hoping to remove any tension from laying in bed for so long.
Your hand comes to cup his face as you give him a gentle smile. “How about I show my love for you?”
Another kiss was given to your leg before he shakes his head, “Not tonight, tonight is all about you.”
“Alright,” you consent, “Show me the best you got.”
Reader kinda sounds like a wattpad (y/n)- listen I tried to make the reader not sound so stupid but- y’all I’m flabbergasted from how wattpadish this sounds 😭
Pt.2
Warnings: ooc ghost, reader kins (y/n) wattpad. Reader is referred as “you” but use’s she/her pronouns, angst, my writing, character death? Violence, love confessions? Oh, and no editing :))) 🫶❤️
Angst below the cut
“I’m in love with you.” Who knew those five words could’ve brought you so much pain. You were so sure that Simon had returned those same exact feelings. Or why else would he be so kind and heartwarming to you yet stone cold to anyone else.
A trickle of blood escapes your lip as you chuckle. God you hated yourself for confessing to him, otherwise he would’ve still been here and would’ve helped this hidden ambush. But he wasn’t, and you couldn’t take out an army of men all by yourself. But you’ve managed to escape, with a few bullet wounds to say to the least.
And now you were here, sitting against a gratified broke wall bleeding to death. Remembering that you had previously turned off your intercom, you turn it back on. You hear your name being called countless of times, asking for your whereabouts or your status. But with your head being so fuzzy, you don’t know if you talk even if you tried.
“She’s fine guys, I was with her last.” You hear ghosts voice through the little radio. Both of your definitions of fine were different, his was if you got shot you’ll be fine, just a little wound. But yours, well you weren’t really sure. It was more than a gunshot wound, that was for sure.
“What is your status? We’re going to be heading back on the plane shortly.” Prices asks, you can tell he was getting a little impatient.
You cough, more blood running down your dry lips. “Don’t think I’ll make it this flight. Can I catch it later?”
“What are you talking about?” It was now soap talking. “Where are you? We’ll come to find you.”
The line goes silent before you hears ghosts voice once more, this time in more of a panic.
“There’s blood everywhere. Hopefully it’s from these men you’ve slaughter (name).”
“Yeah, you could say that. Say, Simon you wanna make me a promise?”
“A promise?” He seems confused, you noted.
“Don’t blame yourself okay?”
He stays silent, almost hesitant for his next choice of words. It was almost as if he didn’t believe you. “What’s your surroundings?”
“You’re not going to make it in time Simon. It’ll be too late by then.”
“What is she talking about Ghost?” Price asks. To be honest, you totally forgot all about the other four.
But Simon doesn’t respond. His hearts racing, there was too much blood, too many footsteps to even count. And your empty gun.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ghost hisses, “I’ve could’ve help you!”
You flinch at how loud he was. Who knew that a little radio could pick up the sound of anger in a persons voice. “Could you not bitch at me, I don’t need it right now.”
“When I find you it’s going to be more than being bitched at, (code name).”
Ouch, he must be pissed off if he was bringing out your code name. A sigh leaves your lips as you bring you hand to your face, wiping off the blood the kept dripping from your lip. He wasn’t going to find you in time, it wasn’t like you cared. It was going to save you from the future embarrassment of him seeing you in such a weak state and right after you confessed to him.
“Again, that is if you make it in time.”
Simon growls, “can you stop fucking saying that like you’re going to die?”
“You never know, I’ve been out here for awhile now. Never know if some animal is going to eat me for dinner.”
“Well aren’t you in luck, don’t think you’d be a subtle appetite to them.”
“Fucking hell,” you mumble. Your eyes were drooping from all of the blood that you loss. You were dying and you could really feel it now. “I’m by an old building. Not far from where you’re at, just keep going straight until you find a broken down wall with graffiti covering it.”
Simons end of the line was silent, but you assumed so. He was going to try to search for you all by himself because that’s what he does. If it didn’t hurt to chuckle, you would have. Cause it certainly didn’t take him too long to find you. You see the all to well know mask running towards you.
“Hey Simon,” you barely speak into the speaker, “I meant every word I’ve said.” Your hand falls to your side and your eyes roll back. You’ve done your best trying to keep your body going, but every has their weaknesses. Just as your eyes droop shut, Simon screams out your name.
There weren’t any moments where Simon feared life anymore. He lived through all terrifying moments of his life but nothing compared seeing your weak unconscious body. Simon could only run faster, hoping that he could beat death itself.
The man couldn’t afford to loose you, especially when he has something to confess too. God, his self hatred only grew when he turned you down harshly. Truth was, he was just scared. Scared that this was all of some sick joke one of the boys dared you to do. Scared that if he confessed right back, you’d laugh straight in his face and tell him you’d never feel the same way. But now that it hits him, you would never do that. You were too kind, and would never hurt him even if that meant hurting yourself.
“C’mon.” He whispers, his hands are on your shoulders. But when Simon pulls back to examine your body he wanted to puke. There was so much blood, he wondered how you could’ve even possibly walked a far or a distance and stayed on the line while waiting for him.
“Get the plane here now!” Simon yells into the radio, “I found (code name) but she’s unconscious!”
“Rodger that.” A voice responds, Simon doesn’t know who’s it is was but he frankly doesn’t care. He wanted you to wake up so he can tell you that he loves you. So he could tell you that he didn’t hate you, he was just lying.
After what felt like hours of requesting for the plane it finally came. Simon carefully lifted you up into his arms and boarded the plane. He ignored the worried looks of his teammates and gently laid you down on the cot so the medic’s could immediately get to work. Soap placed a hand on the man's shoulder and attempted to pull him away from the scene.
“Ghost,” Soap called out, his grip was getting a little tighter. “Come on, let them have their space.”
But Simon didn’t respond, he was stiffer than a board. He feared that if he were to leave you behind once again, you wouldn’t make it.
“You’ll get to see her once they save her, okay?”
“What if they don’t?”
Soap stays silent, watching over the girl too. His hand still on Simon’s shoulder. “Give her hope, it takes more than a few gunshot wounds to take her down. Just give’er a few days and she’ll be back up and bouncing.”
Y’all I might’ve bought the game just to see him. I mean you can’t blame me, bros gorgeous. Would def let him hit it from the front and the back. I also justed wanted to write a sleepy Simon. Might post this on my Ao3
warnings: friendship to lovers?? undedited, wrote this at 12 in the morning, slight angst not much, fluff, ooc Simon. actual 1k+ word fic :00
Soft curses left your teammates' lips as they felt little droplets of rain. You didn’t quite understand why they didn’t appreciate the rain. Perhaps it was harder to work in, you thought. Or maybe they just genuinely don’t like it. You didn’t pry too much into it, as it was for none of your business.
“Why won’t you and Ghost go finish the rest of this up. We’re going to try to find a way in.” Price’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
With a nod of your head you look over at your fellow teammate to already see that he was on his way. A sigh escaped your lips as you wave your team off before catching up to Simon. “Don’t be too disappointed that you’re stuck with me.” you try to crack a joke but the man stays silent. With a roll of your eyes and a huff leaving your lips you walk in front of him.
The rest of the walk was silent, beside the soft pattering of the rain. Simon made no attempt to make a conversation with you or even bothered sparing you a quick glance. It irked you. You don’t remember what you’ve done to upset him so much that he pretends that you’re not even there. You hold your gun tight in your arms while you watch him bust the door down with ease.
“Let’s go,” he speaks. Simon does a quick check in the little shack before deciding it was safe to rest for the night. He sets his bag down as he inspects the place a little more, you could never be so sure.
Once you enter the building, you immediately find yourself in a fireplace. Lucky enough for you there was already wood in it. You were quick to get the fire started before actually settling in. However Simon was nowhere to be seen. You checked each and every room but couldn’t find any sign of him. The man's bag was still here so he couldn’t have run off too far. The sound of the door slamming open had you draw out your gun immediately.
“It’s just me.” Simon says, he throws a dead rabbit onto the table, “was just looking for food.”
You look at him in disgust before putting your gun back in your holster. You mumble “Whatever.” before a yawn escapes your lips. It wasn’t too late out but you were beyond exhausted. Deciding not to stick around any longer, you head to the bedroom.
“Fine, you can starve, it's only more for me!” You hear Simon yell. If he was going to be an assole to you, it was only fair to be one back.
A few hours later, it was completely dark. The watch on your wrist showed that it was an hour past midnight and you were thirsty. You walk out into the living room to see Simon laying on the couch, his mask off and a thin blanket covering his body, yet he was still shivering. You sigh, starting to feel bad. After all, you took the room with more blankets and with some heat.
“Simon” You whisper, shaking his shoulder slightly to wake him up. But he doesn’t budge. “Simon.” This time with a louder voice. He stirs around and brushes your hand off. “Get up, we’re switching places.” You gently pull him up from the couch and to your surprise he complies. He staggers behind you as you lead him into the warm bedroom. He settles onto the bed and drifts off back into his slumber. You leave to grab his mask because you know he’d kill you if you saw him without it. But before you can leave he grabs onto your wrist.
“Don’t go,” he pleads, his hands freezing cold.
“If you wake up with me next to you in the morning, you’ll hate me even more.”
“I don’t hate you.”
You know he’s just tired and is mumbling nonsense but your heart is racing. “You sure do act like it.”
“I’m just trying to hide my feelings from you.”
“Simon, don’t say anything that you'll regret.”
This time he didn't answer you, hopefully he had fallen asleep. You could tell how exhausted the poor man was, all he just needs is a good night's sleep. You move quietly to the door, trying not to make any noise that he’d wake up too. But a soft whimper of your name causes you to stop in your tracks.
“I promise, I won’t say anything in the morning. Just please don’t leave me tonight.” His voice sounded like he was in pain. Like a child who had just lost their favorite toy. You knew you should’ve said no, there was no reason to help him. But maybe just for one night it wouldn’t hurt.
“You have to promise me that when you wake up, you won’t say anything mean.” The man holds out his pinky finger out to yours showing his sign of his promise. You sigh and connect your fingers, “Please don’t break it.”
Simon moves back on the bed and opens the blankets for you, inviting you in. Which you accepted. You slowly slid in with him almost sighing in content at the warmth that you felt from him. Simon wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your legs entangling with each other. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and instantly relaxes.
“Your hands are cold.” You shiver when you feel his hands on your stomach.
“And you're warm.” Simon pulls you closer to him as if you were going to fly away.
You rest your hands on top of his, feeling him tense for a split second before growing comfortable from your touch.
“Good night Simon.”
“Good night.” he says with a smile on his face. Simon feels as if he was going to get a good night of sleep.
Morning rose sooner than you had wanted it too. Your eyes flutter open but only to be met with the man's chest. His arms wrapped against your lower back as he still mindlessly slept. Your cheeks rose with heat from the potion you were in but you had to admit that was the best night of sleep you had for awhile. Unfortunately you had to use the restroom and were definitely in a hurry. But the strength Simmon had on you was a near death grip.
“Don’t get up.. It’s too early.” he mumbles. His voice deep from his deep slumber.
“Yes, but I need to use the bathroom, I’ll come right back.” You felt Simon’s grip loosen on you which made you take your grand escape to the restroom. Your heart is still racing from how close he was and how tight you were pressed up against him. A sudden knock on the bathroom door breaks your thoughts.
“It doesn’t take that long to pee.” with a slight giggle and roll of your eyes, you opened the door. “Let me carry you back to bed.” Simon didn’t even wait for a response. He scooped you up into his arms and placed you onto the bed before briefly pulling you back on top of him. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep.
As you feel your eyes start to droop once more. You feel a pair of lips on your forehead, “Thank you for staying with me.” Simon mumbles.
A soft smile grows on your face as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Having a sleepover with Simon wasn’t so bad after all.
Another fucking drabble that I found in my notes ❤️
I’ve been gone for awhile, mainly because I’m lazy, secondly, I moved and lastly work. Literally gonna swan dive off a cliff 😏 and we’re back with Dr. Strange 🤌❤️
WARNINGS: slight smut, slight dom!reader
NSFW under the cut
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A groan leaves his lips as he tilts his head back. His hands grip at the sheets while his thighs trembled. He had no idea that you could make him feel so good with just a few words and touches.
“How do you feel?” You ask, breaking his train of thought. Your hands grip at his hips as you lean into his face.
Stephen struggled to make eye contact with you. He couldn’t dare to interact with someone who had knocked him off his feet so easily. It was embarrassing. That was until you kissed his jaw and sucked on it gently, trying to create a faint hickie. Making him groan and look down at you.
“Are you going to answer me? Or are you to caught up pleasure that you’re ineligible to speak?”
He shakes his head, “G-good!”
A smirk dances on your face as you leaned back. Your grip loosened on his waist as you sit on his lap. Pride filled your body as you feel his hard on press against your inner thigh. “Wow,” a chuckle erupts from your throat, “someone’s excited.”
Stephen didn’t answer, instead he grabbed onto your thighs. “C’mon.” He mumbled. His hips grind up into yours trying to get desperate friction but a frustrated groan leaves his lips when you stilled his hips.
“We’re having none of that tonight.” Your fingers peel back his robe, pushing it back too his shoulders. Your eyes scan his sweaty body as you bite your lip in anticipation.
Your voice was stern and grabbed onto his wrist. “If you attempt to even touch me or get yourself off. Then I’ll show you what true pain is.”
You watch his eyes widen before they narrow. His lips curl as he darts his tongue out to lick his lips. “Why won’t you tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
His teasing tone angers you but before you could react the cape that he wore slipped off his shoulders and wrapped around your wrist, binding them together. “What the fuck.” You gasp while you try to pry open the cloak. Your eyes snap to his as your brows furrow. “Stephen fucking Strange. You are pushing yourself to a place you don’t want to be.”
He cocks his brow and pulls your hips closer to his face. “I don’t think your in the position to talk like that, dear.” He kept tugging you closer and closer till you were directly over his face. His fingers dig into your skin as he looks up at you with lust. “Why won’t you sit down for a while?”
