When i was a kid my dad got a new smoker and all our meals for like 3 months were made in the smoker. And we were like dad please we know ur excited about ur cool new smoker but there are other ways of cooking food
Anyway that's me with my sourdough starter
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a small drabble with deadpool because am i obsessing over him? yes.
tw nsfw, dry humping, orgasm denial, you both are clothed, he is nasty.
being tolerant of wade’s presence was one thing. being tolerant of his antics was another, and you could confidently say that you were not doing so well in the latter part.
it was supposed to be a peaceful, productive afternoon with him, both of you just cleaning up his gear, talking about this and that. and technically, you were doing that, sitting on his lap, unable to properly concentrate on his little rambling due to the way his clothed thigh rocked between your legs, your eyes losing their focus while you attempted to continue polishing his gun.
“a beauty, isn’t she? need her to look as pretty as ever.” he cooed, voice slightly muffled behind his mask that he somehow refused to take off right now, making up the excuse of needing to be fully clothed beforehand. though you were aware that he couldn’t care less about the mission for now, more eager to make you cum while he was fully clothed. this asshole — not even bothering to take off your panties, taking full pleasure of seeing the wet patch bloom.
alas, you weren’t any better, greedily trying to rub yourself against his thigh, the friction from the spandex of his suit alongside the fabric of your panties making your clit twitch underneath. “so unfair, wade…” you managed to mumble out in between your quiet moans, your grip tightening around the cloth you were using to polish his gun.
“ah, ah. nothin’ is unfair here.” wagging a finger in front of you with the clear intention to mock you, his other hand slipped under your shirt to hold onto your face, gloved fingers digging into your skin. “nothin’ wrong with wantin’ to see my baby take care of my gear, hm?”
if you weren’t so focused on the warmth pooling in between your legs right now, you were sure you would have grabbed one of his katanas to stab him by now, though that would have earned a similar carefree reaction. he was always like this, lightheartedly playing around with you, fully aware of how it riled you up.
just like now. feeling your attention slip away from the task in your hands, your hips clumsily rolled on their own, humping harder against his clothed thigh, feeling your walls clench around nothing while you leaked out of pure arousal, dirtying your panties even more. “ya better not wash it, ‘kay? just give it to me.” he snickered behind his mask, slowly resting his face on your shoulder.
he purposefully bobbed his leg up a bit harder, causing you to let out a whine, blood flooding to your cheeks. it was embarrassing how much of an effect he had on you, even if you were reluctant to admit it, knowing that it would just feed his ego. “gettin’ close?” he whispered, voice lower than before. he was turned on too, obviously, his bulge straining against the spandex of his suit. you wondered what he’d do about it, if he’d sneakily rub it out or just go with it. you hopped for the latter, a sweet punishment for the torture he was giving to you.
nodding giddily, you could feel the movements of your hips twitching and getting more uncoordinated, rubbing against his thigh in haste, the friction making your head go nothing but crazy. “a-ah, wade-” your words were cut off short when his hands gripped your sides to stop your erratic movements, slowly sliding you off him. the impending pleasure died down, leaving frustration behind. “wade!” you whimpered, angry tears pooling in your eyes.
“you didn’t even clean my gun properly. so bad.” he poked your nose with his fingers, getting up from the couch where you both were seated on. “maybe, after i return, i will let ya cum. maybe.”
oh, you were so going to kill him.
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i love ur fics sm!! its my bday today and i was wondering if u could do a drabble on fem reader riding ellies strap. i can just imagine ellie getting absolutely pussy drunk on the sight alone.
happy birthday beautiful angel!
you’re so right about her getting pussy drunk. she’d be in a daze, fucking drooling all over herself watching the way it slides in and out of your cunt, the slick coating on the strap plus the way you clench on it would drive her up a wall. hands gripping onto your waist, guiding your hips up and down and back and forth. letting out a low “atta girl.” that sounds like she choked back a moan to get it out.
and there’d definitely be moments where she bucks up into you just to hear you moan and watch your body fall into hers. hands gripping onto her shoulders for some sort of balance. barely being able to catch your breath because you feel so fucking good. and she lovesssss making you feel so fucking good. eyes low while she bites her lip.
“you look so pretty on top babe. why don’t you be a good girl and make a beautiful mess for me to clean up?”
all while her hand slips down to spread your slick all over your clit, rubbing teasing circles. pushing you closer to the edge.
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