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Noise Complaints

!!NSFW!! Thanos x Reader fanfic where GN!Reader fucks Thanos, the mad titan with a strap-on.

Thanos walks into the questionably decorated room, steps heavy. "I still do not see why you wished for us to rent a hotel. It seems pointless." He glances around the place, before his eyes land on you.

"The point is," you start with a smile, straightening Thanos' collar as a lame excuse to have your hands on him, "nobody knows us here."

He huffs.

"Why should that matter? As if we fear anyone knowing of our relations." He says, staring at you.

"Me neither. I am, on the other hand, excited to show you off to even more people." You smirk, gently tugging him forward. He obliges, barely stifling a smile.

"Why should they care what we do?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, they're gonna care. I'm gonna fuck you so loud, we’ll be the sole reason for at least thirty noise complaints."

Thanos lets out a breath, he always did love your intensity.

"My love, you are far too confident." He murmurs, already leaning down to meet you in a kiss. You strain upwards, pressing your lips together.

You rub your hands down his torso, pressing your palm against his butt. He pulls away.

"Tell me you brought-"

"Oh I brought it, don't you worry." You reassure with a smile. This man goes crazy for some silicone dick.

Thanos is on his back on the bed, one arm around your shoulder, the other holding him up. His bicep flexes as you twirl your tongue around in his mouth, causing him to groan in appreciation.

You pull away, pressing your head between his neck and shoulder. You kiss and kiss, taking the opportunity to relish in your lover's musky scent. The Titan seems to enjoy it, holding you tight and letting out laboured breaths every few seconds.

His skin is warm, his closeness intoxicating. You might cum just from being there, pressed up against him, feeling him begin to sweat slightly.

You move lower, pressing greedy kisses to his collarbone. He hums in encouragingly when you continue, licking his pec before sucking a nipple into your mouth. Thanos groans in delight, arching his back into your mouth. You suck a little harder, before pulling your head back to tease the now saliva covered part with your fingers.

"Y/N...." Thanos warns, and if there was any doubt for what he wanted, the bulge in his pants should answer every question.

You ask anyway.

"What?"

You smirk at the way his eyes narrow in annoyance.

"I won't be so patient if you make me wait any longer." He grumbles.

"You thought you were being patient?" You tease, already standing up.

He huffs and shifts on the bed, settling more comfortably.

You move to get the strap-on. You dangle it like a keychain, quite pleased with yourself. Thanos is not so amused, just desperately craving the feeling of being filled.

"C'mon, you can at least force a smile." You joke lightheartedly. You let your pants drop, aligning the good old dildo with your crotch. You quickly secure the straps, tightening them on your thigh. Thanos watches hungrily, his dark eyes filled with anticipation.

You smile and walk up to the bed once again, sharing a quick kiss before letting your one and only flip onto his stomach. He’s always preferred doggy-style, not that you mind. That ass is something to behold.

As he tugs his pants off and stands on all fours, you realize how lucky you are. To have such beauty before you, in all his glory. You run a hand over the small of his back, and he lets out a shaky breath.

You pop open the bottle of lube, squeezing a generous amount onto your hand. You spread it for a few seconds to warm it up a little, before pressing your finger against Thanos’ rectum.

He groans deeply, pushing back against the touch. You slowly push a finger in, stretching him gently. After a minute or so of slow, careful sliding, you put another one in. Then another one, in a similarly slow fashion. Thanos can’t help but grow slightly annoyed.

“Enough. Get on with it.” He grumbles, a threat that’s arguably hard to take seriously with how desperately his body is reacting. His hard cock is leaking precum, his breathing heavy.

Amused, you sit back and use some more lube to spread on the strap. You align your torso with his, but before moving, you stop to observe him a little. So hungry for it, almost shaking with anticipation, he looks gorgeous like this. You want to keep him in a jar on the shelf and look at him as you go about your day.

You lean forward, touching the tip of your dildo to his hole. You can see him, barely holding himself back from pushing against it. It makes you chuckle, as you slowly enter his body.

He lets out a satisfied groan, head hung low.

“Yeah, you feel that?” You tease, sliding into him fully.

He lets out an unstable breath, composing himself. His cock twitches as he feels the plastic inside his body, pushing him open so delightfully.

“Start moving.” He mumbles, sounding out of breath. You smirk and do just that, slowly beginning to thrust inside of him.

He hums along with your movements, slightly swaying his hips in time to meet you halfway. You soon start quickening your pace, rewarded by a deep groan from your lover. He tries breathing through his nose in an attempt to calm his breathing, but it isn’t working much.

His hard cock continues weeping, a show of his enjoyment. You give him a single deep, hard thrust, and the groan he lets out tells you everything you need. You lean close to his ear.

"You like being my slut?" You ask, speeding up your thrusts significantly. He grunts in response.

"Huh??" You urge, your hand finding his waist. Being held is something Thanos will never admit to liking, but he likes it. He pushes back against your touch.

"Yes..." He mutters through heavy breaths.

"Yeah, you love it don't you. You looove getting dicked down." You hold him close against you, guiding his ass along with your thrusts.

You speed up even more, movements getting rougher. He gasps for air, nearly falling forward with the force.

"Who's bitch are you?" You ask, gripping his hips a little tighter.

A not-so-displeased grunt.

"Yours..."

"Who's bitch are you??" You smack his ass gently.

"Yours!"

"Yeah, you're my bitch, huh?" Speeding up even more, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room, probably even the hallway of the hotel.

"You gonna be a good bitch?" You drive even deeper inside him, the way his body reacts to your every touch makes this completely intoxicating. Thanos' muscles flex as he holds himself up against the sheer force of you fucking him. He lets out a choked sigh in response.

"You gonna?? Or you won't??" You ask, admittedly getting a little aggressive. But to be fair, that is how he likes it. To know he's not the one in control for once. That whatever you give him, he'll just have to take it and deal with it.

"I will!" He grunts, shifting his arms. The side of his face presses against the pillow, his groans deep as he arches his back beautifully. You stroke his back gently, feeling the firm muscles there. You pull out for a second, letting the warm, wet dildo rest atop his ass. He let out a breath in protest, not appreciating the loss of your dick. “Gee, calm down. I’m doing this for you.” You can’t help your smirk as Thanos huffs, eventually deciding to be patient. You once again get the bottle of lube, spreading a large serving of it across the strap-on, before shoving it inside once again. Your lover cries out at the sudden contact, body arching back in pleasure. He struggles to breathe as you go to town on him, his hands gripping the sheets.

“God, listen to how fucking loud you’re being. You’re not keeping anything private, are you?”

He groans even louder, trying and struggling to move in time with your movements. You smirk. “You probably like that, don’t you? You looove the fact that everyone can hear you get fucked.” You speed up. “You love that everyone knows you’re my bitch.” Thanos moans , loudly and freely, pushing back against you desperately. “If you need it faster, you better tell me. I’m not tryna fuck an ungrateful bitch, am I?” He lets out a pained grunt, shifting a little. It takes him some time, but he eventually opens his mouth. “Go faster.” He murmurs. “What’s that?” You brush against his G-spot. He jerks upwards, his back could break he’s arching it so hard. “Faster! Please!” Now that’s what you like to hear. With Thanos, it’s not frequent, so when he asks for it like this, you bet you’re gonna give him what he wants. You readjust your knees so you’re comfortable behind him, and then, you start railing him. He huffs and grunts as you fuck his ass roughly, bracing yourself by holding onto his hips. He’s sweating at this point, transparent beads across his back. You’re suddenly very grateful he prefers the lights on. You straighten your back and lean forward, sliding your hand across his stomach. He exhales shakily, lifting his body so you can find his pec. When you do, you use two fingers to pinch his nipple, making him gasp out another moan. It’s a little hard, keeping up the fast pace while trying to tug on his nipple at the same time, but somehow, you manage. Thanos groans in appreciation, his body almost burning hot to the touch. You’ve got a feeling you’re better off using a silicone dick, his alien body temperature a little too much for any human cock to bear. That somehow makes this all the better; you’re the only one who can handle him. If every single person in this hotel didn’t hate you up to this point, they sure do now; Thanos is making so many sounds you can hardly believe it’s him. He must be getting close, because his cock twitches every few seconds, precum dripping onto the sheets. Noticing this, you slip the dildo out of him.

Thanos once again groans in protest, turning to look at you over his shoulder in disapproval. His frown is quick to disappear as he sees you turn around, moving to lay underneath him on your back.

You place your hands on his butt, urging him to lower his hips. He does, letting his cock hang right in your face.

To say it looks appetizing is an understatement. The way the beautiful, rich shade of purple skin gets hit by the light; the way it stands proudly, stretching to it’s full, impressive length; and the shine of his precum, so juicy, you're certain it could refresh you even on the hottest summer day.

You lick your lips, before extending that same tongue and licking the underside of his shaft.

He immediately lets out a deep groan, muscles flexing. His firm member, eager to be touched, twitches once again.

You lick your way up, before taking the tip in your mouth. Savoring his precum; it's just as tasty as you'd anticipated, the salty residue leaving you with a need to please.

You shove your head further down, taking more of his cock into your mouth. It's not easy, but you couldn't imagine not trying. And the deep, appreciative groans Thanos lets slip make all your efforts worth it. You reach up, squeezing his balls carefully, which makes him moan once again.

"My love...." He grits out, getting closer by the second. You can feel it; it's not everyday he talks unprompted during sex, after all. You suck hard, making him gasp and jerk his hip forward.

"Please..." He gasps out, and you know what he means. As much as you were hoping you could suck his gorgeous, monster of a cock into orgasm, he prefers cumming untouched, while getting fucked. You're not gonna stand in the way of such a beautiful tradition.

You pop his dick out of your mouth, and give his nuts a gentle caress before straightening up again.

"Y'know, this is why we can't have nice things. I try to suck you off, like any decent, caring partner, and this is what I get..."

You settle behind him, pouring some more lube onto your cock (it's never enough), and gently pushing the tip against his ass. He groans impatiently when you don't put it in right away, which earns an amused chuckle from you. That only frustrates him further.

"Listen to yourself, groaning like a bitch... It’s not becoming of a great villain, is it?"

He whimpers, ass pushing back, desperate for more contact.

"Thanos... The feared Titan.... And here you are, begging for cock. I wish I could show the whole world how you get..." You slowly push the tip in. "For now, this will have to do."

He moans and arches his back, both at your words and the way you start pounding into his ass relentlessly. His breath catches, body all but shaking with pleasure and need. The headboard of the bed slams against the wall repeatedly, the loud thumps only increasing the intensity of the moment.

He's panting and grunting with every thrust, and when he's just about to cum, you slow your movements to a minimum. Thanos moans like a cat in heat as you bottom out inside him, stopping your movements and delaying his already long awaited release. He grunts in frustration, but takes the opportunity to catch his breath.

"Y/N!" He calls out urgently when you start moving again, shutting his eyes tightly. Mouth agape, sweating, he's never looked more beautiful. You stare at the back of his neck, eyes trailing down his muscular back, beautiful torso... All the way to his ass.

God, that ass.

That gorgeous, plump, piece of art ass. The way it moves as you thrust inside of him, it’s hypnotizing. You lift a hand and slap it, causing Thanos to moan loudly. “Yeah, come on, cum. You can do it.” You whisper, leaning close to his ear. He shivers, about to do just that, when you slow down again. He huffs, trying to keep at least the remainder of his composure. “Oh, noooo, why didn’t you finish? You were right there.” You taunt, voice mockingly sweet. Thanos doesn’t much appreciate your sense of humor, barely keeping it together.

“It’s alright, I’m right here. You can do it. Just let go…” Slow, dragged out thrusts. “...And focus on the feeling.” He grunts quietly, cock straining desperately. He knows you’re teasing him, and he can’t help but love the feeling. He closes his eyes, breathing loudly. “Yeah, that’s right. Just take it like you know you should.” Thanos whimpers softly, as you start quickening again. It’s the same as it always goes, but neither of you could ever get bored of it. It’d be hard to, with the beautiful sounds that escape him at times like this. You drag your hands down his waist as you fuck him, enjoying the feel of his firm muscles. You pull him onto your cock, attempting to move him with each harsh thrust. His large figure would be hard to control if he didn’t wish it, but thankfully he obliges, letting you push him around like the slut he is. “Y/N…” He whispers, biting back a moan. He lets it slip when you just slightly dig your nails into his hips, his back arching. You consider postponing his orgasm a little more, but hearing him so desperate, you give in. You’re not heartless, after all, and it is hard to resist when he’s singing so beautifully.

You pull him close against you, barely moving your hips in shallow thrusts. That earns another long moan from your lover, his mouth hanging open. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking, and Thanos’ low grunts. It’s the most angelic of symphonies.

You brush against his prostate, and it’s over. He groans loudly, his entire body tensing. His cock twitches as he arrives, shooting a flattering amount of cum onto the bedsheets. He pants for a few seconds, eyes closed and mind dazed. He sighs as you slip out of him, allowing him to lay back on the bed. He works on catching his breath while you take the strap off and set it down. You glance over to where Thanos is now, basking in the afterglow. You smile, deciding that cleanup can wait. You crawl over to him, snuggling against his side which he allows. The great titan closes his eyes, relaxing completely. This might be your favorite part of having sex.

“Room service! Excuse me for the disturbance, but we received multiple noise complaints from this room. Can we speak for a second?” You look at Thanos with a smile. He can’t help an amused smirk of his own. “I’ll go apologize.”

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ipukebabies · 8 months ago

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He means it

T4T! Wade x Vanessa smutfic. Wrote this a while ago (Takes place BEFORE the 3rd movie) !!NSFW!! Deadpool came home from a long day of fighting, killing, and getting insulted.

“Home!” He exclaims, walking into the kitchen. He tugs his mask off, placing it on the counter instead. He’s been having more and more trouble breathing in that thing. He needs to deal with whatever’s wrong with his lungs, or maybe just wash the suit. One or the other.

Vanessa walked out to join him in the kitchen. She was probably relaxing on the couch or something, because she has a cup of tea in her hands. She puts it down and smiles.

“Welcome home, Red.” He smiles back, placing his hands on her waist. She steps closer so she can hug him around his shoulders. Their lips meet in a soft kiss, one they both smile into.

“Had lunch yet?” He asks. Vanessa raises an eyebrow at him.

“It’s 7 PM.” Wade shrugs. She chuckles. She has a beautiful chuckle. “Have you?” He nods.

“Yeah, I ate on the way here.” He got the chance to loot some food a dumbass kid didn’t finish. They took, like, one bite of a whole burger. That’s basically a jackpot.

With her arms still holding his shoulders, Vanessa draws him closer. He complies, taking a step forward. Their noses brush against each other. Deadpool’s hands rub her sides gently.

They share another kiss, this one deeper, more passionate. Vanessa’s hand comes up to caress the other’s scarred jaw, keeping him close.

He pulls back after a while, letting out a huff.

“Sorry, this thing is just… I could boil.” He says with a shake of his head, fanning himself with his hand. Vanessa watches in amusement.

“Why don’t you take it off?” She asks with a taunting look. Wade’s eyes widen, staring at her in excitement. He gets to work immediately, almost ripping the suit off as he takes it off in a hurry. He hops on one foot, until the whole thing is finally off, leaving him in his spiderman boxers. Vanessa looks at him.

“What? They’re nice!”

She shakes her head, chuckling. She takes a step forward, grabbing the hem of his underpants and yanking him closer.

“You popped a pill?” He asks, smiling down at her.

“Way ahead of you.”

He hums, palming her front to check. His eyes widen, and he lets out a whistle of approval.

“Damn, big one today.” He says, looking impressed. She smirks and pulls him into a kiss. His hand caresses her beautiful face, the other gently cupping her boob. They stumble backwards, until the wall hits her back. He squeezes lightly, enjoying the feeling of it in his palm.

Their lips part ways, and Wade starts peppering her neck with tiny kisses. She giggles at the ticklish sensation, to which he pulls back with a smile.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Vanessa says, smirk on face.

She leads the way, pulling him along by both hands, knowing glances and giggles exchanged as they walk. She opens then closes the door, and Wade sits down on the bed. She gently tips him backwards, to which he happily obliges, laying flat on his back.

She looks down at him, running a single finger down his stomach. His chest heaves, goosebumps rising from the little contact.

Vanessa smirks and leans down to meet him in a passionate kiss, rubbing his thighs with both palms. She lets up the kiss and instead trails pecks down his chin, neck, and chest. She peeks up at him from her position, to find him smiling in that usual, cocky way of his.

She smirks and slowly reaches inside his boxers, resting a hand on his crotch. He chuckles and shifts a bit, trying to get more friction. Vanessa chuckles as well, rubbing her fingers against his entrance. He breathes sharply.

“My big, strong man.” She coos with an almost condescending smile. “You know how to make a guy feel special.” He responds ironically, before their lips meet once again. Vanessa puts two fingers around Wade’s clit, jerking it slowly. He yelps, a familiar energy running through his body. His hips jerk forward, trying to meet her movements.

She fastens the pace in response, causing the other to gasp out with every movement.

“Fuck, shit, balls…” Deadpool curses as he feels the pleasure overtake him. When his wife lets go of his clit, and starts firmly fingering him, that’s when he absolutely loses it.

“Me when I’m getting fingered.” He says in a breathless chuckle, his head hitting the pillow with a groan. His hands grip the sheets, his mind cluttered with sensations. He feels like he’s gonna explode, but it’s not enough.

“Come on, Ness, I’m desperate over here.” He looks up at her, to find her smirking in devilish satisfaction. Of course she is.

“I don’t know, I’m kinda enjoying this.”

“Pretty please, with pink sprinkles on top?”

They stare at each other for a second. Or moreso, Vanessa smiles, and so does Wade, trying to look something else other than completely fucked out. “Fine,” She eventually says, to his relief.

“Thank you pookie pie.”

Vanessa reaches for Wade’s boxers again, properly pulling them off this time. She can’t help but feel a surge of pride and arousal upon seeing his wet pussy, open and inviting. Knowing it’s because of her. Even after all these years.

She straightens up, staring down at Deadpool who has a very anticipated look on his face. She smiles as she takes her shirt off, basking in the way her husband looks up at her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, his eyes running over her naked form, her collarbones, breasts, stomach. God.

"You should see yourself." She retorts with a smile, pulling her pants off. Wade holds his breath when he sees that she's wearing a laced lingerie.

"God, you spoil me…" He murmurs, staring up as she lowers herself on the bed again. She's on her knees, straddling his hips. She kisses him passionately.

Deadpool reaches out to touch her boobs, kneading them gently while they kiss. She hums happily, reaching between her legs and pulling her panties to the side. She gives her cock a few strokes, before pulling away.

"You ready?" She asks with a smile.

"If you don't fuck me right now I'm gonna cut my arms off and use them to fist myself so deep, you'll feel it when we kiss."

She giggles. "Well, we can't have that again."

She guides her tip to Wade's entrance, rubbing gently. He sighs. Finally, she pushes inside, just the first few inches. Deadpool moans, his eyes closing. Vanessa smiles, eventually bottoming out inside him. Heh, bottoming out… More like topping out. More like- more like versatiling out. Anyway. So she tops out inside him, and stays like that for a few seconds, waiting for both of them to get used to the feeling.

Once she deems it enough, she starts moving her hips, rocking back and forth in shallow thrusts. She fastens the pace, and Deadpool gasps in delight, clutching the sheets.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, that’s it…” He mumbles, grunting a little with each movement. Vanessa suddenly thrusts forward, aiming at and successfully hitting his G-spot. Deadpool moans loudly, feeling his insides tighten with anticipation.

“Oh, real funny…” He says, looking at her knowing smile. But he has tricks too. He clenches around her then, squeezing Ness hard, emitting a soft gasp-sigh from her. Now it’s his turn to smirk. But not for long. She reaches forward, under his shirt, and pinches his nipple. He yelps.

“Okay, I deserved that.” He raises a hand in surrender. She shakes her head softly, smiling. “Can you be serious?” She asks, leaning down to kiss him. He kisses back eagerly, hands going up to hold her face gently.

“Yeah, but you don’t really want me to, do you?” He smirks, and Vanessa rolls her eyes. She starts thrusting again, face moving to Deadpool’s neck. She presses small kisses there as she pounds into him, jerking her hips quickly. He plays with her hair, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, you feel so good-” The words die in his throat as Vanessa lifts one of his legs, holding it in the air. She adjusts her position, holding it against her chest. She starts pushing inside him, the arrangement making it far more enjoyable for both of them. Deadpool gasps and whimpers, as his wife continues fucking him.

She’s got her eyebrows furrowed, focused on the sensations and her rapidly approaching orgasm. She sighs softly, the way Wade keeps moaning not helping her a bit.

“I’m getting close.” She says, still driving into him steadily.

“Faster, faster, I’m gettin’ there too….” Wade almost chokes as Vanessa listens, thrusting mercilessly, the loud sound of skin on skin filling the room. He arches his back, moaning and whining loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, I’m gonna fucking bust, I really am, oh shit-”

Vanessa closes her eyes, grunting as she tries her best to hit the best spots inside him.

“Wade-” Her hips stutter as she feels her climax hit her. She drives deep inside Wade, cumming.

“Fuck me-!” As the hot liquid fills him, Deadpool can’t help but cum as well, squirming like a worm as he feels the pleasant squeeze of his organs.

Both sweaty and panting, Vanessa gives one last, small thrust before pulling out completely. She gently places his leg down again, and lays down next to him.

“That was, no joke, literally the best one so far.” Wade says, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. Ness chuckles softly.

“You say that every time.”

And he really means it every time.

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