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Yummy !!

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.”

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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.

LEVI ACKERMAN + ur fav characters

ALHAITHAM, DILUC, CYNO, XIAO + ur fav characters

BLADE, SUNDAY, DR RATIO + ur fav characters

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SIMON ’GHOST’ RILEY + skull balaclava + black eye makeup CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE 2

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Can I ask for sub danny johnson and fem dom reader? Edging and hand jobs if u don't mind. He's a brat too. 100% fights for dominance but the slightest touch to his little throbbing head and he's putty in ur arms, bucking into ur hand and whimpering like a little bitch. He's also v shy cause he's not used to being a bottom 👉🏽👈🏽

Oooh man this was a bit of a challenge as a certified bottom, but I did my best. Hope you like it <3 also for anyone else who sees this, my requests are on!

Sub! Danny Johnson x Reader

"I want to try something different tonight," you start. 

Danny looks up from the papers he had been toiling over, his faux glasses off but still in his reporter clothes. He had come to your apartment right after work, promising to spend some time with you after he finished up his work. But that had been hours ago.

"Oh? And what would that entail, doll?" He replies, an easy smile forming on his face.

"I want to be in charge," you say, lifting your chin up a fraction higher.

His face stays even, but he raises an eyebrow, questioning you wordlessly. Right. He never let shock or surprise show on his face- always needing to be the one in control, in or out of the bedroom. You stand your ground.

"I think it would be a nice change," you push.

He plays with the pen in his hand, flipping it around while he deliberates, staring you down. After a few moments, he turns away, back to his work. 

"Sure baby, whatever would make you happy. We can do it after I finish up my piece for the paper," he dismisses you, already focused again.

You were prepared for this reaction. For him to not take you seriously, to try and remain in control even while pretending to give it up.

You walk away to your bedroom where he hid his duffel bag of tools for his… Late night outings. You had let him leave it at your place in case the police ever searched his own apartment- as a sign that he could trust you. You dig through the bag, pushing away his ghostface outfit to reveal exactly what you wanted. 

You stride back out to the living room where he sat at your computer desk, and without saying anything, press his own gutting knife to his throat.

He sighs, unphased. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm doing exactly what I said I'd be doing. Taking control." 

You push the knife harder against his throat, finally earning a small gasp. You bend over the side of the computer chair to see that you've drawn a small amount of blood- a little red line now trickling down his neck.

"Can't this wait?" He questions, his voice a little uneven. 

"No, it can't. Stay still." You command while pulling the knife away from his throat and spinning the computer chair around to face you and the rope you were holding in your other hand.

While his eyes were narrowed, he couldn't hide the forming hardness under his work slacks. You let a smug smile creep onto your face as you quickly work to bind his wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles together, using a technique you had taught yourself months ago. Once you finish, you stand back, admiring your work. 

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asks, annoyed. 

"Quite, actually," you reply chipperly. 

"You know I'm allowing this to happen, correct?"

Ah, and there it was. You expected this from him; to try and regain control as quickly as he loses it. You lazily spin the knife around in your hand, showing off yet another skill you had taught yourself in your time of dating a serial killer.

"Actually, I think I could've very easily slit your throat just then when you weren't paying attention-" you watch his cock twitch in his pants "-and I think you'll let me do what I want, or else."

He scoffs. "Fine, do what you want."

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. 

"One more thing, Danny, sweetie…" you coo, taking the tip of the knife to under his chin and pushing his face up to meet yours. "You're going to quit trying to control this with that nasty mouth of yours, and instead put it to better use; Begging me to let you cum." 

His eyes widen as he holds your gaze, and swallows loudly. You give a smirk of approval, and reach down to unzip his slacks, reaching into his briefs to pull out his hardened member. He lets out a deep breath as you begin to work your hand up and down. 

You keep it at an even pace for a bit, listening to his hitched breathing as you both stare each other down. Then you begin to pump faster, and he allows himself to relax into the chair and enjoy himself more.

You look down to see precum forming at his pink tip, and back up to his face to a light blush forming in his cheeks. He begins to buck up into your hand, moving with you as you pleasure him. 

"I want to hear you moan for me," you instruct. 

He grinds his teeth, slowing his bucking. 

"No." 

"Yes," you push.

But he holds his ground, refusing to make any noise. 

You take your hand off of him, and before he can stop himself, he whimpers. The blush in his cheeks grows darker in embarrassment. You smile. 

"See? Little moans and whimpers like that, baby."

"Shut up. Just… Just fucking touch it again," he grumbles. You hum in response. He looks down, then softly murmurs, "...please."

"Good boy," you coo. Reaching back down you begin again, jerking faster than before. He now freely moans, looking anywhere but your face. 

After each noise you go faster, setting a brutal pace as he continues bucking, trying to keep up with you. It isn't long before he's panting along with his whimpers, building up to the edge. 

"Fuck I'm- I'm gonna-" he cries out.

You immediately take your hand off his cock.

He finally looks at you, shocked that you would stop. 

"Beg for it." You say, your tone harsh.

You can see him deciding if it's worth it. You almost laugh at his feeble attempt to still regain control. But he couldn't see what you could see- a flushed face and dick, lust in his eyes, the way he's lightly biting his lip.

After a few more seconds of deliberating, he yet again looks off to the side. Softly, so softly, he manages out a 'please'. You shake your head.

"I'm going to need more than that, honey." You grab his chin, forcing him to look you dead in the eye. "I want you to beg beg. I want you to show how pathetic you are, how much you need it. How much you would do to finally cum."

He lets out a hot breath. "Please, let me cum. I… I need it, so, so fucking bad. I would do anything for it," he nearly cries. You can see his cock still throbbing, begging for release. 

"Good pet," you praise, dropping down to your knees and putting his dick in your mouth. 

"Fuck," he nearly shouts, as you swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. He begins thrusting into your mouth, and you let him, switching to bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You guessed he was building back up again rather fast by the strained curses he lets out, finally not bothering to take control anymore.

So you reward him by letting him pummel into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat that would have you gagging had you not been more experienced. Your hands move up his thighs and you grip there, holding yourself in place. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, you feel his  warm cum shot miss your tongue all together and hit the back of your throat, immediately swallowing it. You take your mouth off his member with an obscenely wet 'pop', and look up at him, as saliva drips down your chin.

"I told you I'd make you beg for it."

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i have no excuse for this tbh. i was depressed and needed to write something easy to get out of my writers block. i will finish requests now that i got my spark back. <3 thank you for all the patience lol

why leon was late

•warning: smut, slight edging, leon is a tiddies man, mommy kink (once, i‘m sorry), soft femdom

“Ah- y/n… I have- have work in the morning…“

Leon closed his eyes, throwing his head back as you ran your nails ever so lightly over his thighs. The muscles were tense, twitching as you blew over the tip of his erection.

“C‘mon, Leon. Just a little more.“ He panted like a dog from the past thirty minutes of pure teasing. He weakly pulled at his own belt you used to secure his hands on the bed frame above his head before dropping them back into the pillow and peaking down at you kneeling between his legs. His lips parted as you kissed the tip, sloppily trailing down the length and never breaking eye contact. Up and down, always backing away when his hips tried to push up into your mouth until he whined in frustration.

“Puh-Please, baby, my love. I can‘t-“ Your hand curled around the base of his cock loosely, cutting his rambling short. “You can. I know you can.“ Leon shook his head, trying to hump into your fist but getting almost no friction from your grip. He needed to cum and he needed it now if he wanted to catch any sleep before his first day as a rookie. “Are you gonna cry, baby?“ Leon looked at you leaning over his face, your hand finally picking up a lazy pace. He didn‘t even notice how his eyes started to water until his vision blurred. “Is this good?“ Leon‘s mouth fell open but instead of actual grown up words, he could only groan as your thumb rubbed over his head with each stroke. “Good- ‘S good. More.“

“More? Like this?“ Your fingers squeezed him tight, giving him the friction he wanted so badly but your pace slowed. You‘d have to make sure to reward him after his first day tomorrow with how much you tortured him tonight.

“No.. Your mouth.“ You tilted your head, running your free hand through his hair until you held onto it tightly and angled his head back to look you in the eyes. “You want me to suck you off?“ He twitched in your hand. “Yes, please.“

You released him, inching back down until you were face to face with his aching cock. You could tell he was staring at you. He always watched in anticipation, usually running his hand through your hair or gripping the sheets. Your tongue lolled out, slowly letting a glob of spit dribble onto the tip before chasing after it and licking along the underside. A soft grunt bled into a moan as your lips wrapped around the flushed head. “Ah, fuck- That‘s it.“ You peaked up at him through your lashes, slowly sinking down his length. He always told you to take it easy on yourself but when he moaned for you like that, how could you not relax your throat and stuff his cock all the way in? You fought the natural reaction of your body trying to get the invasion out, bobbing your head up and down as he let his head fall back. “Just- I love it. Love you, bah-baby.“ Your heart swelled and you almost felt bad for edging him to tears - almost.

You knew Leon’s body like the back of your palm. How he would try to be still while you went down on him, drooling around him and teasing with your tongue, rubbing little spots into his thighs when they would start to shake near his peak. You weren’t surprised how fast he got to that point tonight - already getting him riled up during dinner. "Gonna cum- 'M gonna cum!" You cruelly squeezed the base of his dick, backing off him. He looked at you, confused and hurt as his orgasm slipped just out of reach. "Wha-?“

You shushed him sweetly, crawling back over him. "You were so good, I think i have to give you a bit of motivation for tomorrow." You reached down, out of his view until he felt your wet palm around his dick again, guiding his leaking head to rub through your folds. His hips bucked up instinctively and this time you allowed it. Leon thrusted up, sliding home and making you moan with him. You braced yourself on his naked chest, grinding down.

"Let me do the work." It wasn’t like he had a choice. You leaned forward, undoing his arms. "Fucking finally..", he whispered. As expected, he went for your tits immediately, cupping and squeezing, watching them bounce with your movements once you rode him like you actually meant it. "Nhh- I won’t last." You cooed at him, leaning in closer so he could wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. "Cum inside me, Leon." Your hands stroked through his damp hair, picking up your pace and watching Leon fall apart underneath you. "Mhh- Mommy-" He choked on a moan, almost biting you if you didn’t pull away fast enough. You let him ride it out until he was boneless and breathing hard and fast. You moved off him, Leon whimpered as his oversensitive dick slid out of you. "You came so much, baby.“ He just hummed, you doubted that he was really listening but you got up to grab a towel anyway.

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"So… Mommy, huh?"

Leon flushed all the was from the tips of his ears, down to his sweat soaked chest. He threw his arm over his eyes, hiding in the crook of his elbow. "Shut up."

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This is perfect!! ❤️❤️

Please tell me somebody gets embarrassed when they send requests 😭 I don’t understand why I do it’s just- ANDBHH so weird!!

Anyway, I’m craving something like Leon angst but with a happy ending. Likeee maybe they had an argument and he says something hurtful to the reader but they make up in the end so my selfish heart won’t ache :’)

Anywho, just an idea you can feel free if you want to change it or chose not to write it. Remember you’re amazing and are worth it ❤️

I totally get how you feel!!! I rarely go into people's asks because Im really shy! even tho i know its just an ask box and i can go anon, but still. But don't feel shy about going into my ask box. I'm open :) Also sorry for taking long with answering. I hope you like it!

It started off small. Over something so minor, it could have been resolved so easily. But, it had been a while since you and Leon argued—you could say that there was a lot already pent up that was just waiting to be let out. But weeks since any aggressive words could be tossed around like a competitive game of catch, it was your relationship’s turn to play.

“Jesus, Y/n. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“But I’m serious,” you yelled. “I’m tired too! I’m just saying that maybe we could take turns driving out to each other.”

“Why should I drive for hours when

“Because I can’t take any time off anymore! My job is on the fucking line right now and I can’t lose it.”

“Boohoo if you lose it. It’s not like it even pays well,” Leon practically spat.

“But it’s still my job,” you said. “So what if it doesn’t. It’s enough to keep me by.”

“Enough to keep you by but enough to make you tired and not want to be the one to drive a few hours after I bust my ass trying to stay alive? Sounds like a great job.”

“Don’t do that, Leon,” you warned. “I just asked if I didn’t have to be the one to make the drive

“And I’m just asking for you to think for once and see that you’re whining over fucking nothing.”

“I’m done.”

Leon was confused as he watched you grab your stuff from the sofa. “Where’re you going?”

“Home!” you quickly turned and cried out. “I didn’t drive six fucking hours after an 8 hour shift to be fucking yelled at.”

Leon sighed as you slammed the door, leaving him alone in his apartment. Head in his hands and brain fuming with regret, he knew he couldn’t call you and persuade you to come back now. So he could only wait for you to come back.

But, you didn’t.

You didn’t come back later that night. You didn’t come back at all later that week. And Leon had then realized how much of a prick he was.

He shouldn’t had said those words. But he was tired. But so were you. And that was what you were trying to communicate, Leon realized. God, he was dick, Leon thought.

An absolute asshole, he thought as he did the six hour drive.

But the moment he stood at your door step, finger hesitantly above the door bell, Leon felt like the worse man he could possibly be. He was a nervous man when he pressed the bell and heard it chime through the door.

Even worse when you opened the door and saw you entirely exhausted.

“Leon,” you sighed.

“I know. I know. I’m an asshole,” Leon quickly admitted before you could think of shutting the door. “And I’m sorry for what I said to you last week. I didn’t consider your feelings and what you do. And I didn’t think about how much you do just to see me just for a weekend. I’m sorry, Y/n. I promise I’ll do better, just… don’t leave me. Please.”

Leon heard you sigh.

“You look like you need coffee.”

You opened the door widely as you stepped aside.

Leon nearly sighed in relief. Thankful that he didn’t lose you for something that could have been solved so easily if he had just listened.

But he chuckled lightly as he took your invitation and stepped into your home. “I could say the same about you.”