#deadpool smut

[dxxdhood]

convince me

pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader

summary: deadpool forced me to write smut where the two of you act out the position you see in an,,,, ahem,,, erotic video.

tags: smut (18+), fingering, penetration, slight degradation, finger sucking, dom!wade wilson, sub!reader

wc: 1.2k

“Babe, listen, the mistake we made was going to White Castle sober.”

“Excellent defense, Mr. Wilson. You ever think about switching to a career in law?”

“Can’t, my tagline doesn’t transfer across professions. Calling yourself the Lawyer with the Mouth is like saying you’re the fanfic writer who’s horny.”

He manages to make you chuckle, as usual, even though you were supposed to still be annoyed about your frankly terrible dinner. But walking back into your apartment has you less inclined to hold grudges, somehow. It’s probably the promise of cuddling up in bed together. Either that, or it’s all the hilarious nicknacks Wade keeps dropping off in your living room. The fucked-up Pikachu plush where the eyes and cheeks are swapped is particularly getting to you.

“Wait for me in bed, alright?” you say.

“Oh?” Wade waggles his non-existent eyebrows. “Is this little cutie planning something?”

“Yeah, planning to spend an hour in the bathroom,” you shake your head and fail to hold back a smile. “Find us a good movie to watch while I’m out.”

.

To nobody’s surprise, you both end up on a site that starts in p and ends in hub.

“Nobody can get into that position,” your inner critic bursts out of you at the best of times. 

You can feel Wade smirking from where his face is tucked into your neck, cuddling you from behind. “Well, in the words of Clue 1985,” he runs a scarred hand down your waist. “Sure, they can. Let me show you.”

He nips at your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin of  your jaw. You exhale, trying to calm the burning sensation building in your gut, but you struggle to stay patient when he starts sucking a bruise into your collarbone. 

“Wade!” you gasp, trying and failing to stop your body from grinding your ass against him. He responds in turn, moving closer to you, his hard cock slowly rubbing against your ass.

He flips over, now perched on top of you and caging you in, arms on either side of your head as he kisses you. Every time he deepens the kiss, makes you feel like you’ll never want to come back up for air, he fucks with you by biting at your bottom lip or scratching his teeth against your gums. 

You bang your fists against the mattress a few too many times, understandably annoyed with his teasing, so Wade grips both of your wrists with one hand and holds them above you, plastering them to the headboard.

The action has you moaning into his mouth, and the bottom half of your body continues to move on its own, grinding against the air now. You feel so desperate, your face heats up thinking about how much of a mess you already are for him. Wishing he would close the new gap between your bodies, you arch your back off the bed, trying to feel more of his body against yours.

He giggles, watching you wriggle around. “Hold your horses there, cutie. We’re not even at the good part yet.” 

Wade brings a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You’re so thrown off by the sudden show of affection that you don't even process him slipping a rough finger into your mouth.

“Suck,” he commands. And something about Wade only using a single word when he’s usually so noisy has you whining as you circle his finger with your tongue.

His big brown eyes are glued to your lips, watching them worship his finger like he’s all you’ve ever wanted. Around the time you start bobbing up and down his finger, he slips it out of you and pats your cheek.

“Good baby, such a good slut for me,” he whispers as he slides your shorts and underwear off in one motion. He slicks up the finger and you with a small bottle of lube and carefully starts slipping into your entrance.

“What? Where’d you even–” you snap your gaze sideways to your bedside table, which is curiously unopened. 

He taps the front pocket of his pants, “Never leave home without it.” Did he really always have that in his pocket? At the fucking White Castle?!

He talks as he fingers you, pressing against your walls casually as if he isn’t making you lose your mind. “You look impressed, babe. Tell me you’re not impressed.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” you groan as he reaches deeper inside you, adding another finger and stretching you further.

“As you wish,” he pumps his fingers at a faster pace, gripping your hip with one hand and bringing his face to your chest so he can lick at a nipple. A spark shoots down your spine and you can feel him chuckle as your body starts to shiver.

His fingers are pounding against your insides. You can feel yourself throbbing around him, clenching and wanting more, so he adds a third finger and fucks you at a punishing pace. You bite your own lip to keep back what was going to be an embarrassing moan, but he nips at your nipple and you let out a small shout.

Just as he finally starts reaching at that spot in you that has you seeing stars, he slips his fingers out. You're going to berate him for throwing you off just as the pleasure was building, but he already has his cock placed at your entrance, so close to sliding in.

“You ready?” he whispers, and you nod so quickly you think you may have pulled a muscle.

 He releases a breathy moan as he slides all the way in you, reaching right where you need him but still stubbornly not giving it to you.

“Wade, move!” you cry. He responds by smacking your ass and pulling you into his lap. You’re seated on his thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of you. The position has you feeling so much closer to him, like he has free reign to stroke every part of you.

You grip onto his shoulders and try to interlock your ankles together to help you hold onto him as he pumps his cock into you faster. Wade moans so deep it sounds like a growl and you clench around him at the sound.

“Fuck!” he cries before kissing you, harshly making out as his hips continue to piston inside you. You can feel the vibrations of his moans against your own mouth, and it’s enough to make your muscles twitch around him again.

“Shit, Wade,” you whisper. “I’m going to–”

“Yeah, babe?” he says in between kissing you. “Go, do it. Come for me.”

You rip away from his mouth and release with a moan, your entire body burning as you quiver around his cock. He leans his head into your neck and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he comes, filling you so completely you never want him to leave. 

You finally come down from your orgasm and relax in his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Wade is still panting, but he keeps kissing across your face, smiling when you reciprocate and kiss his forehead. 

“You’re making every thought that passes through my head sound like an ABBA song,” he whispers, eyes closed.

“That might be the closest thing to a love confession I’ve gotten out of you.”

[crimsonbubble]

Just hear me out. Deadpool has guns and he definitely knows how to use them in bed and I'm not talking about just holding it to your head iykwim

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, gun play, vague fear kink (?), thigh riding *not proofread, just pure horny

[you made me remember that one video I saw on twitter a while ago 😭😭]

MINORS DNI!!

no bc this isn't the first time I thought of this scenario-

to keep it short and sweet; he'd fuck you with his gun

the mf wouldn't even tell you if it was loaded or not (they never are), he thrives with how much you trust him

and loves to point out how much you're loving it which only makes your hole clench tighter around the barrel of the gun

"you're liking this a little too much, don'tcha think?" just to push the barrel in further and burn the image of you writhing against your bed in his mind

but he's also enjoying this, very much

it's evident in the way he grinds his hips into your thigh

[anitaheartsu]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ☁️ wade wilson + doggy

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‧₊˚c/w. hair pulling, choking, pet names (baby), dom!wade, fem!reader, afab!reader, creampie

‧₊˚notes. sigh needa good fuck from him real bad :(

wade’s favorite position is def doggy <3

he just loves how he gets to yank at your hair and wrap his arm around your throat so easily. he especially likes to press down on your back and force you to arch more.

he’s relentless with his pace, too. if he’s fucking doggy, he’s fucking hard—balls slapping against your clit and fingers digging into the plush of your hips <3

he’d never admit it, but the best part is that you can’t see him. it makes him ten times more confident—and by proxy—more horny.

he’s fucking obsessed with hearing your moans muffle after he presses your face into the bed. he generally tries to stay quiet besides occasional grunts, but when you react with muffled cries it becomes much more difficult.

“take my f—uckin’ cock, baby.”

“fuckin’ you good? huh?”

and when he hits your g spot and your cunt tightens around him, consider that the only way to kill him. he’s gonna keep hammering his cock into that spot once he finds it, he doesn’t care how early he cums. besides, he knows it won’t be a challenge to get hard again after watching his cum spill out of you.

© anitaheartsu

[hanasnx]

x gon' give it to ya.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: @fuckmyskywalker introduced me to the concept of talking to a pussy i think via an anakin smut post and it changed my life so i'd like to dedicate credit to the idea. WARNINGS: fem reader | sex in the suit | deadpool calls himself daddy ironically and talks to your pussy.

A deep groan reverberates from low in DEADPOOL's throat. "Baby, I can't believe how good you look right now, seriously never looked better." he praises, commending the space between your legs as she's stuffed full of every inch of his dick. Another inexplicable thing about his mutation—he grew.

"'Talking to my pussy again, Wade?" you scoff, amused and breathless as you rock back on him, tossing a glance at him over your shoulder. Your spine is in a deep arch over the bed, and the nine inch heels you're wearing are the only reason you're able to compete with his height bent over like this.

"She needs to know what a good job she's doing otherwise she'll get discouraged. Poor thing needs a lot of love." he refutes your judgement, however playful, lovingly stroking the flesh of your ass with his glove. "Give us some privacy, please. Jesus." he tsks, shaking his head at you while you bury your face in the mattress. If his dick wasn't yanking your brains out along with it, you might have more to say. He turns his attention back where your bodies conjoin. "Thank God I put zipper on this thing. Who knew a onesie would be such a hassle to take a piss in?" The sounds of the room are filled with him running his mouth and your cunt's wet responses when he pulls out and shoves back in. "Now look at us." A particularly moistured sound squirts out, and he laughs knowingly, like your hole's said something entertaining at a tea party. "Zipper makes it too easy, you know? We've gotta stop meeting like this, maybe next time we can just sit and talk—"

"Wade!" you giggle, banging your fist onto the mattress. "Just fuck me, already!"

"Don't worry about her, she's just jealous." he tells your cunt, "You and I have something special, don't we? 'Specially when Daddypool says to christen the suit." A wave of wetness wells up from his comment, and he gasps in pleasant surprise. "Oh, you like that, you dirty thing. Next time I crotch-shot a bad guy he'll smell you all over, is that what you want, you freak? C'mere, I'll give you something real to leak about." Big rough hands grip on your hips, slamming into you so hard your ass ripples from the effect, and your happy pussy gargles around the dick it chokes on.

[shrenvents]

Professor Howlett

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, no protection, fingering, vaginal, doggy, pet names, squirting, age gap (legal!)

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Student (Mutant) reader

Summary: Your history professor always seemed uninterested in you, that was until you missed his class.

Word count: 2.6k

…

Throughout high school I’ve always kind of stood out. To be honest, I only have myself to blame. Bright colours and statement pieces are just so much more appealing, than wearing something ‘plain.’ Unfortunately, I did more than just “stand out” that day, just three weeks away from senior graduation. That fateful day, I was so close to the finish line, before my stupid ex-boyfriend discovered my secret, and outed it to the entire student body.

That I’m a mutant…

That was what led me across the coast, for most of the past year, running from god knows what. I heard the stories of mutants being hunted and gone missing, and I didn’t intend to stick around long enough, that I wouldn’t at least make it to my 20th birthday.

However, my days of swindling folks of cash and food came to a halt, when I spotted a man with red-tinted glasses watching me. His invested gaze observed my every movement, so I grabbed all my shit, and the last bit of petty change I managed to get, and sprinted into a crowd.

Just as I thought I was in the clear, my face collided with a colossal, firm chest. I pressed the heels of my palms into it, and felt the cotton of his white shirt, and the rough, yet smooth texture of his worn-in, leather jacket.

Logan Howlett, or should I say, Mr. Howlett, my history Professor... After he and Scott captured me, they dragged me by the ankles to their school for the “gifted.” I cringed when they said where we were headed, but once I arrived and saw all the kids, like me, going about their lives, free, I knew everything would be more than okay.

And one thing I knew for sure, is that I wouldn’t mind attending Mr. Howlett’s class. Did I know shit about history, yes. But I’ve always had a thing for the older guy, and from what I’ve heard, he’s more than enough in that department.

...

This morning, racing out of my room, I swore profusely at my tardiness... Just my luck. The one day that week I get to see and listen to Logan talk for an hour straight, my alarm malfunctions.

Multitasking between attempting to tie my hot-pink heels, wrapping my sparkly bag over my shoulder, and shutting my door, I missed the approaching figure behind me.

“It’s past 11 am, where do you think you’re headed?” I swivel on my toes, spinning to face Storm. “Class?”

“The only class you have left today kid, is at 2. You’ve managed to miss the rest already,” she scolds flatly.

“Noooo,” I fake astonishment and defeat, as I slowly back away from Storm's scrutinizing stare. She calls my name after I’ve taken at least two large steps backward. “Logan wants to see you,” she states, exasperated.

“Oh?” I straighten out, stopping my next step short. “Ok!” I exclaim, a little too perky. She huffs a faint smirk and walks off, and I take flight, zooming to Logan’s class, where he’s most likely dozed off.

Lo and behold, after knocking once and receiving no response, I open the door to see him snoring. With his legs fully extended, and feet resting on his desk, I bask in his lengthy physic. I giggle and then go towards him.

Mr. Howlett?” I say, clearing my throat loudly, he grunts in his sleep and I smile. “Mr. Howlett?” I say even sweeter. A second later, I swear he mumbles my name and my heart stutters, but he’s still sleeping. I move in closer to his ear. “Logan,” I announce rigidly, and my change in tone makes him flinch, legs falling off the table, eyes popping open.

He rasps my name, voice echoing through the classroom. I refused to move away from my position, wanting to seem unaffected by him, but I was anything but. With his lazy eyes roaming over my skin, my heart races wildly. He clears his throat, and rolls his eyes away after taking in my attire, as he usually does —gives me a once-over, and rolls his eyes back to his focus on his lecture.

“You missed class, that isn’t like you,” he notes, almost to himself.

“Yes and I’m sorry-“

“I hope it wasn’t because you were too busy picking that outfit.” Logan scoffs and my eyes widen. He’s always made snarky comments, and this wasn’t anything new, but every time he does, I can’t help the boiling feeling in my lungs, that makes me rise to defend myself. “No, maybe I just felt like sleeping in?” I declare. A short-lived chuckle escapes him. “And you’re just gonna admit to that?” He smirks as he faces me. “I don’t like kids skipping my class.”

“First off, I’m an adult, second, you don’t care when kids skip your class,” I retort, with a growing smile, beaming across my face. Though, his complimentary smile, drops as mine comes to full form. He’s never seemed fond of my smile, or maybe it’s just me.

“You don’t skip my class.” He states once again, and my head quirks in confusion. “Um, I’m sorry?” I compromise, “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” He remarks dangerously. My brows furrow.

“Okay, I don’t get why it matters so much to you Mr. Howlett.” I place my hands on my hips, gazing down at him in his chair like I'm reprimanding a child. Which he is not akin to.

He lifts from his chair, standing up. I gasp as he towers over me. “Watch your tone, or I’ll fail ya,” he counters, fighting a smirk, staying stoic. “What?” I yelp and his smirk breaks through. My jaw goes slack. “Mr. Howlett, that’s not funny!”

“What’s not funny, is you pretending like calling me 'Mr. Howlett,' doesn’t turn you on.”

I freeze in disbelief. Was this one of my daydreams? Am I really awake right now?

“You heard me, you damn highlighter,” he asserts. “Call me Logan for fucks sake, if you’re a damn adult.” His scratchy voice loses its humour, and I stay frozen to the spot. “Get outta here, would ya,” Logan orders as he leisurely retakes his seat, getting comfortable for his next nap.

Unable to drag myself away, my eyes refocus on the subject of my desires. “Why do I have such a thing for assholes.”

Before Logan can respond angrily, I sit on his lap, dropping my purse to the floor, and straddling his hips. I cup his perplexed face and crash our mouths together, moulding them into one. He grunts in surprise as if he didn’t expect me to retaliate, as if he didn’t expect that I would want him this way.

He half-heartedly pulls away between kisses, whispering my name in small protests, but he gets muffled by my lips and grinds on his lap. Quickly, his objections turn into fierce groans. He takes my hips into his hands, tightly gripping into my flesh as he pushes me back, onto his desk. I whimper as his crotch stays glued to my core, even as we move. One hand then moves from my hip to my neck, holding it, then slowly sliding to my jaw, grasping it in a hungry, pressing kiss. His tongue laps my mouth, completely dominating me, and I struggle to breathe.

Just as I’m about to pull away to comment on how desperate he seems, his other hand flips me over with ease. My stomach is now on top of his desk, his crotch, like iron against my ass, and his hands trace down from my shoulder blades, to my bum. With my head hung over the desk, I pant, practically drooling.

“You’re asking for detention pinky,” he mutters, and I respond by pushing back into his hard cock. “I'm a sucker for extra attention teach,” I mention, as sensually as I could muster. He chuckles lowly, and I shudder. The pressure of his dick doesn’t change, and his hands continue their unhurried venture of me. “You like attention sweets?” Logan questions softly. His tone makes me shiver and whimper, yet again. “I like yours.”

“Just mine?” He questions darkly, telling me he doesn’t actually want any opposition. “Yes,” I whisper.

His voice drops an octave as he swears, rolling his hips into me once. I moan loudly. “Shhhh princess, you tryna alert the entire building?” He asks with amusement evident. I shake my head, no, and he laughs by my ear as he dips down. “Good, because I don’t like sharing your attention,” he says passively. “And I’d like to be the only ‘asshole,’ that gets to see what’s under these ridiculous clothes.”

“Hey!” I object meekly. I feel him smile as he leans away from my ear, and I turn my head over my shoulder to watch him peer down at where our bodies meet. “You probably want me to fuck you on this desk.” He speaks as though I’m not there to hear him. “Ya probably want to be taken here so that every time you’re sitting in my class, you can vividly imagine me deep inside you.” He trails off as his hand pushes up my shirt, touching my lower back.

“But we can’t do that,” he sighs hoarsely.

“Why?” My reply is so quick that I grimace.

“Because, if we did, I’d be hard every time I’m in this fucking room, and that isn’t the smartest idea.” I moan at his crudeness and gasp when he pecks my naked spine, just below my bra clip. “Even your lingerie is pink huh?” He laughs smoothly. “Imagined it would be.” My legs rub together instinctively at his words.

“You imagined it?”

He pauses. “Hell yeah I did, though I tried to fight it,” he muses in between a groan. “It didn’t take me long to figure you wanted this too, princess,” he murmurs pleasantly.

After a long beat of silence and a little grinding, I speak up. “So now what? If you’re not going to make love to me here.”

He slowly pushes the hair over my face, behind my ear, tilting my head to face him just a bit. He then leans down and kisses me on the cheek.

“I’ll come to you,” is all Logan says as he reluctantly wrenches himself from me, after giving my ass cheek a mild slap. I yelp and nearly pout at the loss of touch. We hold eye contact as he backs away. “Get going, otherwise you’ll be late,” he comments airily. I nod and scurry out the room, with a grin plastered on my face.

...

After a long, vigorous rest of the day. I collapse into my plushy bed with a sigh.

“Took you long enough,” a dark voice rings, with a hint of familiar sass. I jolt up to see Logan leaning on my wardrobe. His tight shirt is only more strained as his arms cross. “Been waiting to ‘make love' to ya all day,” he claims, with a mocking tone, repeating my "childish" words from earlier. My best guess is that he assumes I’m a virgin.

So, in an attempt to remedy my reputation, sitting up on my bed, with my arms bracing my figure, I slowly spread my bent legs. I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes shift down and blacken. “Get on with it then, Logan.” I roll my tongue as his name teasingly leaves my mouth. His head twitches in an almost feral manner, and I gulp.

“You’re asking for it,” is all he mumbles before pouncing on me. Our limbs tangle and I moan as his leg presses into my clothed clit. “Please,” I just about sob, to which he responds with an aggressive kiss and another crushing rub of his thigh. I moan louder, and he grunts, “You like that?” I push my hands into his hair, running my fingers through his thick locks. He lets out a coarse groan.

Loving how vocal he is, I decide to encourage him by groping his cock over his rugged jeans. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out when his mouth leaves mine. He then runs his tongue over my neck and collar, soon nibbling on my earlobe. His thigh continues to make work of me, and I match his pace. “You're so dirty,” he grins while his nose brushes my rosy cheek, and then he's kissing me. “I love it,” he professes with amusement, again, coating his tone.

Just as I begin undoing his belt, he flips me over on my stomach like before. Then, when I'm lying flat underneath him, he grabs my hips, to lift them towards his crotch as he kneels above. “I better see a pink thong,” he jokes as he strips me bare. He groans in satisfaction as I’m left in just my underwear for his viewing. “Unreal,” Logan practically purrs.

I wiggle my ass playfully, and he growls and smacks it harder than he did in his classroom. I squeal into my pillow, briskly going quiet when I hear his belt being ripped from the loops of his denim. Leaving my underwear in place, he runs his digits over the lace, making me whine, "Logan."

With his name on my tongue, it shortly turns into a cry as the lace covering my clit gets moved to the side, and two meaty fingers dive into me. "Shit, princess," he rasps. "How am I gonna fit?" He asks rhetorically, and I choke a sob, as he wastes no time building up an energetic pace, with his fingers.

He swiftly tears an orgasm from my trembling body, still holding my hips up with one hand. When his fingers leave, I hear his mouth clean them, and I swing my head to face him hastily, but he shoves my head back into my pillow. "So eager," he more or less snickers.

"Very," my smothered voice emits, barely audible.

I nearly shriek when his tip swipes my wet slit. Logan, without notice, suddenly pushes himself inside me, with an agonizing slowness, but I quietly persist. "Atta girl, that's it," he lazily groans out encouragements. My hands pathetically slide onto his thighs, unsure if I'm urging him for more, or begging for discretion.

At once, he shoves himself in all the way, and I let out an extensive sigh. His palm, which was just holding down my head, joins his other hand on my abandoned hip. He lets out various curses, along with my name, and begins to move, in and out. Soon enough, he's pounding into me at a savage rate, completely untamed. As well, it seems purposeful, how he simultaneously bends down to growl and moan in my ear, still thrusting.

He stirs another orgasm, still notably, not experiencing his own. "You look real pretty like this princess," he begins to ramble. "Gonna do this every fucking day." The rest of what he says gets lost in translation, as I grow overwhelmed and overstimulated.

Thoughtlessly, I try to crawl away while he still has my lower half hoisted up. Once Logan realizes what I'm up to, my pitiful effort has him laughing. "Where ya going?"

"Lo, it's too much-"

"Lo? Call me that again, it's cute," he hums.

"No more," I whimper, ignoring him.

"Just one more baby," Logan coos, while somehow increasing his pace, making me cum instantly, squirting a little. His moan rumbles in his chest, and he doesn't stop hammering into me. I grip my headboard, and one of his arms stretches alongside mine, to do the same.

When he cums, his grip snaps the wood, breaking a part of the headboard, making me shout in between sobs. He seems to not notice the damage, too busy finishing on my backside.

After a long minute, he slumps his large frame beside me. One of his arms stays drifting across my skin as his eyes intently coast over my features. "Maybe consider skipping my class more often," Logan expresses as his lips slightly tip upward. He presses his lips onto my shoulder. I smile, giggling, "Why?"

"Cause it doesn’t matter where I fuck you, there's nowhere I won't get hard looking at that pretty face of yours," he smiles dreamily, "And you're impractical wardrobe.”

I guffaw, "You truly have a way with words," I pause and smirk, "Mr. Howlett."

He rises onto his elbow with a devilish grin, "Now you're really asking for it princess."

[luxesiren]

⸻ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗 :: wade wilson x black reader

synopsis :: wade comes back home from “business" and asks if you wanted to smoke with him and of course you did

cw :: 3.1k+ words MDNI, intentional lower case, fem!black reader, drug use (marijuana), established relationship, fluff, porn w/o plot, smut; oral sex (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, tummy bulge, riding, rough sex, dry humping, spanking, overstimulation, mating press, daddy kink, and degradation

a/n :: i’ve been wanting to write for marvel characters, i just haven’t but i think writing wade wilson is the best character to start off with cause i love him😩 but uhm this is technically a recycled work of mine and i’m just sharing it with y’all! so enjoy!

it’s been a while since you’ve seen wade, he’s always away for “business” and even though you knew exactly what his business entailed but it didn’t phase you. naturally, you were excited to see wade so when he came home and kissed you, you were practically floating. he asked you if you wanted to smoke with him and who were you to say no? 

there you were with your legs across wade’s lap, watching him roll the blunt so effortlessly, you just could’t stop staring at him, his mask half way on and it makes you want to see the rest of his face, the scars covering his face visible but you never cared, at the end of the day, his looks weren’t his most important factor. you leaned over and kissed his cheek with a smile, he turned to look at you with a smile on his face, “what was that for?” 

“just cause, baby.” you reply, shrugging your shoulders and leaning back against the couch. he finished rolling the blunt and sealing it up perfectly before he took his lighter and lit it up, inhaling some the smoke before passing it to you. it was always good smoking with wade, he always made sure you were good and that you weren’t tripping out from the weed but he always catered to your every need, smoking with him always made you horny – no matter what it was, you always ended up in some compromising position with him making you cum until you couldn’t anymore. 

you passed it back to him and he took a drag of it, holding in the smoke and exhaling shortly after, “you always have this pink gloss on the blunt, i’m two seconds away from just buying some for myself.” 

“baby- what?” you laughed, you couldn’t help it, he was a fool. he passed the blunt back to you and you already the felt the high coming on as you kept passing it back and forth between each other. “be quiet, you just tryna be funny” 

“it made you laugh so i think it worked.” wade laughed, his hand resting on your thigh, squeezing gently before caressing, he always loved your thighs. he would always have his hands on your thighs, sometimes just resting there and other times his hand would be between them. wade couldn’t take his eyes off you, his lids low and somewhat heavy – the high not really doing much for him but it still affected him in a way but he just couldn’t stop staring at you. 

you caught him looking and you giggled, “what? i got something on my face?” and wade just shook his head, pulling you into his lap without another word. you squealed before you finally settled, his hands on your waist before they moved to your ass. he was always handsy even without the weed. 

“i’m just looking at you, baby. that’s all.” he replied, voice low and rough from the smoke. 

you took a final hit from the blunt before you leaned over him to put it out on the ashtray, “really? you missed me?” your hands wrapped around his neck as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. 

“always do, snookums.” he said with a smile, leaning in to kiss you but before his lips could meet yours, you pulled back and looked at him with your eyebrow raised, “what?” 

you smacked your lips and crossed your arms, “you know i love to see your face, why do you keep playing with me?” 

“my goodness, such a sassy little thing,” he rolled his eyes before taking off his mask and tossing it to the side, “is that better?” 

“much better.” you responded before you pulled him back, kissing his lips softly and your hands still wrapped around his neck, your chest pressed against his. his hands gripping your ass while he deepens the kiss. you admit that you missed him too, tired of being on facetime with him and texting pictures of himself just to tease you about how much he missed you. 

not long after, your back was pressed against the couch and wade was on top of you, his lips sucking on your bottom lip before pulling back and kissing down your jawline to your neck, sucking marks and biting down causing you to whine. your thighs pressed together, your pussy ruining your panties with how wet you were for him.

his hand roamed your body, he played with your tits, thumbs pressing down on your nipples making you whimper in his mouth and he loves to hear you like that, making as much noise as you can for him. your eyes glossy and rolling to the back of your head from how he was rutting against you, the thick bulge that rested in his sweats was enough to drive you insane, pressing against your clit making you grind into him. 

his hands moved to pull off your panties, not wasting a second before two of his fingers teased your folds. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened with every rub against your cunt, his lips never left yours. instead it was you who pulled away to moan his name. he loved hearing his name on your lips, so sweet and so breathless coming from you. “wade, fuck…i want more.” 

he didn’t protest, wanting to give you whatever you wanted — missing you as much as you missed him and he didn’t deny it. you felt how much he missed you with how delicate he touched you, drawing out every movement of his, two of his fingers moved inside you, his thumb circling your clit and making you leak more slick. “jesus, baby, you look so pretty like this. i think i could cum just from that face you’re making.” 

“yeah? wouldn’t that make it easy? cumming so easy just from my face?” you chuckled which quickly turned into a moan when his fingers curled just right, “mm wade..”

“you’re doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well.” his fingers thrusting in and out slowly, gradually picking up the pace. he wanted to see you fall apart for him, your thighs tempted to close around his hand but he didn’t allow it, his free hand spreading them apart even further. 

your whines made him even harder in his sweats that it was almost painful but he didn’t care, not when you were squirming and making a mess of his fingers. your thighs started to tremble and he knew that you were close, he didn’t stop moving his fingers, keeping the same pace and making you moan loudly, whimpering from the drag of his fingers against your sensitive walls making you grab his wrist but he kept going, nothing would stop him. 

“wade, m’gonna cum, please..” you begged, you wanted him to give you what you so desperately wanted, what you needed. he let you do just that, whining loudly and cumming around his fingers. he didn’t pull his fingers just yet, giving you one last thrust before he pulled out slowly licking his fingers clean all while looking you in the eyes. “taste good, daddy?” 

his hand came down slapping your thigh roughly making you cry out before you smirk at him, you pull yourself up settling down in his lap and kissing him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands move down your back landing on your ass and squeezing before smacking your ass making you arch your back and whimper, “you what i missed?” he asks, his voice deep in your ear making you squirm. 

“hm? tell me what you missed, daddy.” you reply, causing him to groan, your hand move to his sweats moving your hand over his bulge stroking slowly just to work him up. “i think i can guess what..” 

“fuck..baby” he was losing his mind and you found joy in watching him grip the couch cushions to find some relieve, his hip moving into your hand and you can’t help but to chuckle. you move to pull out his cock, hard and heavy in your hand but you missed the feeling of him in your han and leaking precum – you kissed his lips softly, just enough to get him even more riled up and wanting more. his eyes still low and light red from the high he was still sporting but that just made you want him even more, his gaze never leaving yours as you got down on your knees. 

his legs spread and you always loved when he sat like that but now you were in between them and you missed being on your knees for him. barely containing your excitement when you started to stroke him even more, your hand moving up and hand on him making his hips jerk and a groan to slip from his lips. you let go to spit in your hand, returning to his cock and moving at that same pace before you moved closer, one hand resting on his thigh and the other guiding his cock towards your lips. 

not wasting any time you kissed his tip, licking at the precum that was there, still stroking down his shaft and teasing him just a bit before you started to suck the tip in your mouth. “s-shit, baby” his hand resting on your head, starting to grip your hair just a little and you felt a little pride in making him act like this but you know it’s because he missed you and he loved having his dick sucked. 

you missed having his dick in your mouth, your tongue moved against his tip before your lips fully wrapped around him causing him to curse under his breath and his thigh twitched against your hand, his hips itched to move, tempted to fuck your face. your head bobbed and your tongue licked at the vein residing on the side of his cock, making you moan around him and he couldn’t help the way his hip jerked and almost choked you but you never minded, you loved when he lost control of himself and started to fuck your face. you pulled off, letting the spit that gathered on your tongue drip down his shaft before you moved your hands, twisting your wrist just the way he liked it. 

wade couldn’t take his eyes off you, you were like a dream and he felt like h was heaven – your hands kept moving against him before your lips were back on him again and he couldn’t help the way his head tossed back and he moaned out loud. “you must’ve missed having daddy’s dick in your mouth” he said, his hands moving to grip your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock, he relished in feeling you try to swallow around him before you got the hang of it and relaxed your throat to let him in. 

you weren’t expecting him to push you down further and usually it wasn’t hard to relax your throat to take all of him but it was and you chalked it up to be the fact that you hadn’t had his dick in a few weeks but you quickly got the hang of it and relaxed your throat, swallowing him down just like he wanted. his hands tight in your hair and moving your head up and down at his pace, your tongue swirled around his tip before he pushed you down again making you take every inch of him. 

he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled you off his dick and pulled you into his lap. “you drive me insane, you know? can’t wait anymore, gotta fuck you.” his words slightly slurred and his lips were on yours again, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his hands moved to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up while your hands guided his cock to your cunt, rubbing it against your folds coating him in more of your slick before you started to sink down. 

the collective groans from the both of you were loud and wade waited until you adjusted to him before he grabbed your hips and started to move you, guiding you as if you needed the practice but you didn’t, he was just desparate and needed more of you. your head dropped onto his shoulder, biting down slightly before you moved to look at him – your hips moving on their own accord now, bouncing on his cock like you needed it as if it was the air you breathed. “mm fuck, daddy feels good.” 

he loved when you called him daddy, made him want to fuck you senseless, “you know what that name does to me..”

you chuckled, “i know..right there, baby..” you moaned when his hip met your thrusts, fucking up into you roughly and his pace relentless making you cry out and fuck, it felt good but you wanted more, needed more.

wade always noticed when you needed, always attentive to you. “what do you need, baby? tell me, tell daddy what you need.” he said, he kissed down your neck leaving marks that would last a few days but you didn’t care. his hands gripped your hips again thrusting into you harder as you kept bouncing on him. 

“fuck! i need you to fuck me..please.” 

wade smirked, “but i’m already fucking you. what else could you need?” he knew exactly what you meant but he liked to see you beg for it. “hmm maybe you could tell me what you mean.” 

“wade you know what i mean, don��t play.” you retorted, your hips still moving but you needed him deeper and he knew that so why wasn’t he giving it to you. 

“maybe i do or maybe i don’t.” he said, slowing his thrusts which made you whine, clawing at his chest, “beg for it. beg for daddy, c’mon, i know you can do it. use your words and ask for it.” 

you couldn’t help but to whimper at his words, the softness of his voice making you want to do whatever he asked of you and you did just that, “please, daddy? please, fuck me harder?” 

that’s all he wanted. you couldn’t even settle with what happened before you were on your back and your legs were resting on his shoulders, he pulled out and slammed back in making you scream, “see? such a good girl, asking daddy to fuck you harder.” his hands parted your legs and moved them to your chest putting you in his favorite position just so he could fuck you harder, deeper, just the way you want him to. 

your hand gripped the couch cushions, drool leaking out the side of your mouth almost continuous from the deep thrust he kept giving you – his tip kissing your cervix and you couldn’t help but to keep clenching around him, you wanted to keep him inside of you just like that. his hands gripped your thighs tightly becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure, his eyes watched as your cunt swallowed his cock, clenching and unclenching around him every time he pulled out and pushed back in. 

tears sprung in your eyes but it all felt heavenly, feeling just how deep he was almost making your tummy bulge, your hand moved to rest on your stomach and you looked up at him seeing him focused on your pussy. “‘s good, please, please.” 

“please what? you want more?” his eyes locked with yours as he changed the pace of his thrusts, slowly moving his hips making you feel everything he had to give you, “want daddy to fuck you like a slut? hm?” 

the moan you let out was obscene, you nodded your head and he happily obliged, going back to his rough pace fucking into you like you were a two-cent whore and he hated you. he pulled out and manhandled you into that beautiful arch he would never get tired of seeing, his hand smacking your ass, once, twice, and three times hearing how loud your moans got with every hit. “s-shit wade, wade, fuck..!” 

his hand came down your ass again making your back arch even further, “that’s not my name, say it or i’ll stop” 

“daddy, m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” you said, tears running down your face and your thighs trembling, you try to push him back but he didn’t allow it, he grabbed your hands and pinned them to your back. his hip smacking against yours louder than before echoing in the room and bouncing off the walls. 

“don’t push me away, take it like a good girl. you always take it so tonight shouldn’t be any different, you asked for this so take it.” his voice rough in your ears, his hands smoothing down your stomach pressing against the bulge in your stomach, “fuck, you can feel how deep i am..” he chuckled pressing down even harder and there it was, you couldn’t hold back anymore, your thighs started to shake vigorously and your cunt clamped down on his cock tightly – your cum coating his cock. “there you go, fuck, you’re so tight.” 

your back still arched as you tried to catch your breath but as quickly as you settled, the breath was knocked out of you again when wade started to move again. you mewled into the couch, the overstimulation of his cock dragging against your walls,too sensitive for you to take but you couldn’t push him away not with his hands still pinning yours to the small of your back. “wade ‘s too much.” 

“aww it’s too much? i thought you could take it, guess not..” he mocked, his hips still unwavering and still moving not caring about how overstimulated you were, chasing his pleasure. “you can take a little more, baby. i know you can.” he said and you believed him, a whimper leaving your lips and your head moving against the couch cushions. 

His thrusts became sloppier as he became closer and closer to cumming, you couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it, receiving everything he was giving you. he cursed loudly and pulled your hips flush against his, a gasp leaving yours when you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up and his cock twitching inside of you. “fuck, fuck, take it all, baby.” 

after a minute, he pulled out and watching your combined cum leak out of your abused cunt, dripping down your leg. he pulled you closer to him, kissing your neck and cheeks softly before smoothing down your hair and caressing your cheek. “you okay, baby?” he asked you, making you smile at his concern. 

“mhm never better. don’t leave for that long again, i missed you.” you replied, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm. 

“i missed you too, princess. come on, let’s go clean up and then i’ll order us some food, okay?” you nodded in response before he kissed you again and picked you up, and carrying you to the bathroom to run a bath and cater to you for the rest of the night.

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[mariees-love]

I NEEEEDDDD DEADPOOL X SPIDER-PERSON MALE READER IMAGINE, ONESHOT, OR WHATEVER!!!!

The reader works for Miguel, he's still his universes Spiderman he also works at the Spider-verse HQ. Let's say the reader is working late one night in a little meeting with Miguel, somehow (Hobie probably made him one) Deadpool uses a watch to see his manz. Deadpool pulls the reader into a secluded area and rails the shit out of him basically. very rough sloppy loud fukcing. and the reader has to just go back to speaking professionally with Miguel like he isn't stuffed full and leaking Wade's cum.

sorry if this is too much. I don't really send many requests. You don't have to write this or anything. Love you sweetface <3

AN: omg i love this idea sm but i’m not that good at writing for male readers but i’ll try 🫶🏽

so just imagine that you and wade live together and basically because of your job as spider-man it had you out late and waking up early to patrol or to go to hq for miguel

and bc your always out late you and wade haven’t had much time for intimacy which of course makes him upset since he thinks your distancing yourself away from him 

so he decides to call one of your spider friends ,hobie, to ask him for advice and he decided to give wade one of his spare watches to go see what you where up to

of course wade abuses this new found power he has he decided to give you more then a little visit

before you knew it you where pulled into one of the many supply closets in the building by none other then your lover

your a little confused but before you could say anything he grinds up on you showing you how hard he was and put his hand on your now growing bulge

you covered your mouth not wanting anyone to know about you and wades activities and since wade didn’t like that you where trying to be quiet he slowly pulled your pants down and his leaving you to half naked

before you could say something in protest he starts to rub your boxers making you lightly groan causing him to speed up his hand movements

and before you knew it you where pushed up against the wall of the closet by him as he quickly pulled yours and his boxers down and him teasing his tip at your hole

you later stumbled out of the closet sweaty and full (iykyk)

AN: that was really bad and i couldn’t think of anything for most of the smut so i’m sorry if you don’t like it 😭😭(i’ll do a part 2 going into more detail when i get more motivation)

[winniethewife]

Kinktober day 27

Day Twenty Seven: Wax play (Deadpool x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, Dom!reader, dirty talk,

Minors DNI

Words:304

“Oh fuck. Hot mama… Please…” Wade moans as the first drop of wax drips on his shoulder, his scarred skin trembling with the sensation. His eyes roll in the back of his head, a soft groan emanates from his throat as she continues to drip the hot wax along his back. A smile on her face as she does so.

“That feel good baby? She asks softly putting the candle to the side, as she was straddling his back she rocks her hips as she plays with the buildup of wax on his shoulder, dragging her finger through it, making designs on his skin. Her nail digging into his shoulder causing him to let out a desperate groan, his whole being is wrecked with lust.

“So, So good Honey, please, oh god please. I need you badly.” Wade ruts into the mattress.

“Shh...Just wait…I wanna play with you some more.” She smiles as she runs her fingers down his back, dragging her nails, a soft groan comes from Wade as she does this. She chuckles at his reation. “That’s it baby, you’re so good for me that’s right.”  She seductively murmurs in his ear before reaching for the candle again. Dripping more wax on his back, she smiles as he lets out another gasp of pleasure.

“F-fuck…god damn, honey please…I…” He pleads with her but stops short as he feels her fingernails digging into him, her dampening panties on his back as her arousal is heightened from his begging.

“Ah,ah,ah…Think this through…What do you want?” She asks softly as she pulls hardened wax off his back.

“You. I want you.” He desperately wines

“Good Job Baby. And what do you want me to do?” She eggs him on

“Fuck me. Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“Mmmm… I think that can be arranged.”

~

Kinktober Masterlist

tag: @queerponcho

[notwonderlandsworld]

Now that you say you write for Marvel and DC I'm tempted to request a deadpool x Fem!reader smut. And pretty much it's just him acting like a dumb shit during the deed 💀

Idk why but this idea seems so cute to me

(Y/N) has female genatalia

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Fem!Reader

warning(s): PWP (literally no plot like at all, just interaction), NSFW, 18+ MATURE, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 933

(18+ content further ahead)

The sound of a squeaking bed-frame followed by various moans filled the bedroom of your apartment. The TV played in the background unseen.

Hopefully Wade had set the volume loud enough to block the noise from your neighbors.

Hey, it's called being a good neighbor.

Currently the merc with a mouth had his girlfriend in a catapult position, her ankles perched on his shoulders. She reached to rest her hands on his arms as his thrusts grew more forceful.

"Wa…Wade ah…" (Y/N) managed to coax out, biting her lip as she worked to suppress the volume at which she moaned. "Go faster, p-please…"

Your boyfriend paused for a bit, stopping entirely. You growled at him, "What are you doing?!"

The man laughed, pulling up his mask past his lips, "You said go faster, at least let me catch my breathe for a bit babe."

Crossing your arms and glaring at him from underneath, "Really? Deadpool, superhuman mercenary—"

"Don't forget bad ass motherfucker."

You rolled your eyes before scoffing, "...anyways, Deadpool. A superhuman mercenary, and you're telling me he needs to catch his breath?"

"Remember what you said honey pie, superhuman. Human."

"Excuses." (Y/N) laughed as her boyfriend glared through the specs of his mask. Hands on his hips, the merc looked down at you, "You wanna get fucked or not?"

"Only if you tell me a story throughout."

"Which one?" Humming, you placed a finger on your chin, thinking.

"Y'know you never told me about that time where that Wolverine guy got locked up in a room with you. Poor guy."

Wade responded with a sharp thrust you could've felt in your cervix. Biting into your forearm, you muffled the moan that came out. You didn't want to give Wade the satisfactory as he smirked down at you.

Grabbing the cheeks off your ass, your boyfriend lifted you up by the hips and trusted faster. The squeaking of the bed-frame only increasing. You didn't even notice when he snatched you arm away from your mouth.

Too busy focused on the pleasure, you didn't hear what he asked. Whining, you looked up at him, "What?" You panted.

"I…fuck…I said…ah…Still wanna hear that story?" Your boyfriend asked. Shaking your head, you moaned out, "Noooo, ah ah ah just k-keep going…ah!"

Things were starting to feel intimate again as the merc switched positions. Now in lazy dog style, you let out a shaky exhale as you felt your boyfriends hand reach down to stroke tiny circles on your clit.

Moaning in higher octaves, you felt your insides clench as he grazed your sweet spot. Knowing he hit it right there, the man grinned and began thrusting harder.

"Fu-u-u-ck Wade! I-I need to—"

Wade groaned, letting out a laugh as he stopped midway. "Yes, schmookums?" He was about to tease when he felt his girlfriend's vagina clench further, making him stop thrusting completely.

"Hah? Did an innocent nickname turn you on? Out of everything I've done, not even the anal beads could—"

(Y/N) threw an arm over her face, glaring at him, "It wasn't because of that! In case you didn't notice I was getting near but now that you stopped—" sitting up, she crossed her arms with a pout on her face, "Now I'm over it."

"Aw babe! It's okay if 'schmookums' gets you down easy! Everyone's got different kinks, and I for one don't kink shame." The man smiled, pressing a big fat smooch to your cheek.

Groaning, you tried to push his away but his scarred lips stayed smushed against your skin. "No! You ruined the mood now."

"What? How?"

Attempting to hide the blush staining your cheeks you quietly confessed, "...I'm embarrassed…" Wade didn't seem to hear and asked you to repeat. "I said I'm embarrassed! Ok?!"

Slapping both palms onto your face in an attempt to block out Wade and the obvious flush, it only caused the man to pry them away.

Curse him and his strength.

"Aww sugar plum!! There's absolutely no reason at all to feel embarrassed!" He then pulled out, gesturing to himself, "Besides you fuck this!"

Rolling your eyes, you reached over and snatched the merc's mask off. He had it lifted up to his nose so there wasn't really much of the struggle. "Don't use yourself as an example, doofus."

"Why not? I'm the literal definition of what the fuck."

Sighing, you got up on your knees and cupped Wade's face. "You're the literal definition of perfection in my eyes."

Wade groaned, leaning closer to your lips, "I have to call bullshit on that. Besides You're just saying that, (Y/N)."

"So? Still love you." Welp he couldn't argue with that. Whining as you closed the gap between each other, lips meshing into one, a scream caused both of you to pull away.

Looking at the TV, a red-head was pointing towards a human-looking fish creature. It's gils flapped back and forth as it walked closer to the woman.

She screamed louder but remained in the same spot instead of running.

Blinking, your boyfriend looked back at you before letting out a laugh, "What did you put on?? You giggled, shrugging, "Anything that'd be loud enough."

"Well jokes on you, now I'm invested."

The rest of the session included you and Wade cuddled together naked while on the bed. The human-looking fish creature ended up marrying the girl and then running away together.

"Welp…" Wade sighed, kissing your shoulder, "That was a weird yet awfully cliché and niche ending." You yelped as you were thrown under him again.

"So…you up for a round two?"

Request 2 is finally done 😏 if it sucks then I'm sorry 🙂

my excuse: I START MY FIRST JOB TODAY!!

[omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven]

Totally Awesome (pt 2 to Monotony)

Deadpool x Y/n

It’s smexy time B). Reader is gender neutral in this! No particular bits mentioned, only some (hopefully) good smut. Also idk if I should mention but reader is penetrated in this, so if that’s not your thing you’ve been warned! Not sponsored by Tylenol. Pls enjoy :)

Also I’ve decided to start mentioning that requests are open before my stories, so, requests are open!

Deadpool squealed and ran off to Y/n’s bedroom. Y/n had responded by rolling their eyes and going to pop a Tylenol. This Deadpool guy is a headache, especially after a particularly shitty day at work. Still, Y/n thought, maybe he’s good in bed. It always seems to be the odd ones that are.

As soon as Y/n enters the room Deadpool calls, “Like what you see?” He’d stretched himself out on his side, doing his very best impression of the “paint me like one of your french girls” pose, still fully spandex clad.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, but lets their eyes wander. They had to give it to him, he is hot. Even fully clothed Y/n can tell he’s built. Their eyes rest a little longer than necessary on his thighs. Turns out crime fighting on a diet consisting solely of Mexican food is a pretty good muscle-building regime.

“Wellllll?” Deadpool waggles his eyebrows again, and repositions himself slightly.

It strikes Y/n then that he’s trying to be sexy for them. That shouldn’t come as a shock, but it definitely does. They’ve had a history of not all that great boyfriends. To have a man want to please them is almost intoxicating. It’s that more than anything that starts a fire in them. There’s only one little problem though, “You still have your suit on. Take it off.”

“Sorry, babe, no can do. The suit stays on during sex.”

“How are we going to get to having sex if you’re fully clothed?”

“Glad you asked!” He reaches down to his waist band.

“Aht. We don’t need your dick out right now anyways. Lay on your back.” He flops onto his back as Y/n approaches the bed, eyes watching his body hungrily. They wonder briefly if he knew how attractive he is, then figure it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, “There we go, good” they smile. “Handsome boy.”

Y/n straddles his hips, “Pull your mask up.”

“Sor-”

“I’ve already seen the bottom of your face, pull your mask up.”

Deadpool swallows hard but obeys, pulling his mask so it’s caught on the bridge of his nose. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Even with his eyes covered Y/n can tell he’s watching them intently.

When they lean down to kiss him Y/n smiles again. For a while they’re content like that, bracing themself above him and admiring how desperate he is for more. Then Y/n moves one of their legs between his thighs. Almost immediately he bucks his hips up into them, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Aww, handsome, you like that?”

“Yess,” he moans, trying to grind up into them and arch his back at the same time.

They chuckle watching him. He gives up trying to press his chest up into them. Y/n watches his face for a while and admires his gasps and moans. They wonder how long it’d been since someone fucked him. He whines out a plea, and Y/n obliges capturing his lips again in a kiss. This time they nip at his bottom lip. Immediately he opens his mouth, more than happy to do what they like.

They’re a bit put out still, not being able to see the rest of his face. Instead they content themself with feeling his body through his suit. Running their fingers over where his nipples should be and marveling at how sensitive he is, even with the added layer. It only makes them want him naked more. Y/n smirks into his mouth and reaches down to palm his now straining dick. “Look at you, baby, are you gonna cum already?”

Without thinking he nods frantically, pushing up into their hand.

Y/n gives a thoughtful hum and pulls their hand away, “Can’t have that, can we?”

He opens his eyes again, hips still trying to find friction against the air. Y/n gets up from the bed and watches him, almost daring him to try to get up. When he lays still they smile again, “Good boy.” Then they grab the hem of their shirt and pull it up halfway, feeling more than seeing his eyes boring into them. Deciding not to torture the poor man too much Y/n doesn’t drag it out. They pull the shirt over their head and toss it into the corner of the bedroom. The rest of their clothes follow shortly after and then they’re back on the bed. 

They straddle him again, this time setting more of their weight on him and letting him rock his hips against them. Deadpool’s hands are twisting in the blankets, clearly trying to restrain from touching until he’s given permission. Such a polite boy, “You can touch me, good boy.” Immediately his hands shoot to their hips, pulling them more firmly onto his bulge and whining in frustration that his cock was still trapped in his suit. Y/n lets him pull their hips more firmly on his dick and smiles when he reaches up instead to fondle their chest, clumsily trying to play with their nipples.

When they were satisfied with that they swat his hands away and ignore his affronted look. “Ready to put that mouth to better use, handsome boy?”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, tongue flicking out to run over his teeth. Y/n is again pleasantly surprised that he’s apparently so eager to please. Large hands had gone to knead at their ass in hopes they’d just move forwards already. Y/n raised themselves on their knees before shuffling forwards a bit and hovering over his face. They laugh a bit when he pulls at their hips, trying to get them to sit.

As soon as Y/n sits down Deadpool wraps his arms up over their thighs to hold them in place. Immediately Y/n realizes that they’re not going to last long like this. ‘Pool’ is eating them out like a man starved. Y/n leans back for better leverage to grind down on his face. Their head drops back onto their shoulders, “Fuck, don’t stop. Handsome boy.” 

Y/n reaches back again to palm at his cock. This only encourages Deadpool more. He releases one of their thighs to sink a finger into them, crooking it slightly. Y/n bears down on the finger, desperately wanting more. Deadpool is only happy to oblige, pushing another finger in and fucking Y/n harder. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Until Y/n suddenly tenses and grinds down hard on his fingers as their orgasm tears through them. Deadpool keeps fingering them through their orgasm.

When they’re done Deadpool pulls his fingers out and traps their thighs again. He keeps on licking and sucking and nipping until Y/n is twitching from overstimulation. They try to kneel up from his onslaught. He keeps them there for one last broad lick that makes their whole body lurch. When he does release them they fall against the headboard to catch their breath while he gets up from under them and kneels up.

“I want you on your back.”

Y/n lets out a laugh, but falls onto their back anyways and spreads their legs. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” He grins and immediately covers them. For a moment Deadpool debates teasing himself for a while, but seeing Y/n on their back spreading their legs for him makes him push forwards into them right away. If this ends up being a dream he’d be pissed at himself for not getting to the point. Seeing his head push into their entrance almost immediately confirms his choice. It also confirms that he isn’t going to last long at all. Still he tries to ease into it at first. Slowly thrusting alll the way in then dragging back out. He loves their little sounds, loves even more that he chose to have them on their back so he could watch their face. They very quickly drive him to wanting more. So he leans down to prop himself above them on his forearms then lays into it. Right away he feels his orgasm start to build and it only spurs him to go faster. Y/n wraps their legs around his waist and angles their hips up, seemingly recovered from their earlier orgasm.

Deadpool loses his rhythm as his orgasm builds. Y/n had wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. That along with their walls clenching around him draws out his orgasm. He can’t help coming. Vaguely he wonders if he’ll be punished for it, somehow he doesn’t think he’d mind. He pushes as far into them as he can get, then pushes some more. They’d broken the kiss and Deadpool is panting to regain his breath, dick still in them. He lets his weight rest on them for a bit before pulling out and rolling over beside them.

“See? I told you the sex would be totally awesome.”

[boxofbadaddiction]

Deadpool Smut writers right now:

[crimsonbubble]

Wade is also def a brat tamer, you have to deal with his attitude and sarcasm but he won't deal with yours. He'll leave you tied up for and hour stuffed with a vibrator on the lowest setting while he does whatever and will deal with you when he feels like it.

YPU ARE SO HORNY IN MY INBOX SAMMY WKSKDNSKSNS

he's such a tease I fucking love hate him

[anitaheartsu]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ☁️ wade wilson + throatfucking

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‧₊˚c/w. throatfucking (duh!), gagging, cum swallowing, pet names (good girl, baby), praise, dom!wade, fem!reader, afab!reader, she/her reader pronouns

‧₊˚notes. i need him RIGHT NOW!!

wade adores fucking your throat! he doesn’t even mean to, you just feel so good when you gag on him, he can’t help it!

he most definitely pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to use it as leverage. he praises you constantly, partially to try and make up for how rough he’s being, but mostly because he’s trying not to lose his mind with how much of him you’re swallowing (even if you don’t have much of a choice with how he’s mercilessly holding your head to the base of his cock) <3

“fuuuuck..good fuckin’ girl.”

“keep doin’ that, gonna make me cum..”

and when he cums, he cums hard. he makes you swallow it all, too. and although wade is a naturally selfish man, he can’t bring himself to leave his baby sitting there in soaked panties after she did such a good job, can he?

“c’mere, baby, lemme help you.”

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

DEADPOOL knew he looked good in the suit, but he had no idea how shameless you get when you see him in it. You flirt with him like he’s a whole new person—and sure you flirt with him outside it, but there’s a different edge. His silhouette in it makes your mouth water, broad shoulders pronounced with the holsters for his katanas, and his trim waist enough for you to wanna take a ride on. His mask is meant to hide his identity, but you’re drawn to the facial expression it makes when you comment a dirty confession to him. Wide white eyes staring you down as you pass him by, following the sway of your pretty little ass in his favorite dress. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger when you get this confident, and he’s helpless to follow when you beckon him. He’s tall too, and you love reaching up to him on the tips of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck to lead him to stoop. You kiss the outline of his ear to whisper how bad you want him, what you’ll let him do to you as long as he lets you watch him work in that suit. You’ve seen his perfect body tons of times, but somehow the way his abdomen fluidly moves when he’s fucking into you is on another level. Maybe you’ve got a spandex kink. Maybe it’s just a flattering look for his figure. Whatever it is, you wanna cum all over it.

[inklore]

involuted

premise: the only thing complicated about yours and wades relationship was who was going to be on top before the other could claim bottom, and the annoying little buzzing in your stomach you got anytime he was around.

pairing: wade wilson x (f)reader

word count: 881

warnings: eighteen+ content, sexwork, m receiving oral, throatfucking, sarcasm, established friends with benefits relationship, this doesn’t have a time stamp but reader definitely knows he is deadpool, one sided pining.

etc: since this is my first time writing for wade i wouldn't classify this as being the bestttt but it's a start and i am totally down to write for him again in the future.

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Yours and Wade’s relationship was a complicated one—if you considered him showing up at your doorstep, or busting through your window in his little red suit to occupy your bed and your body, and then leaving some bills on your bedside table before he left, then yeah, super complicated.

If you didn’t inspect your weird friendship that was sort of affection—and that alone—then it had complicated written all over it.

But if you took the relationship at face value that you only saw Wade when he wanted something from you, that something being one of three holes on your body, and the crisp bills he was definitely helping you pay your rent with; things weren’t so complicated.

You fucked. He paid.

It lost the novelty of ‘service’ long ago when he became your only client.

Finding yourself looking forward to your nights together. A cheerfulness buzzing through your veins when you see him against your white sheets, and the green on your nightstand.

Plus, fucking Wade was easily the best nights of your week you had, compared to when you’re not fucking Wade on the other nights.

The story is too long and you have little energy to delve into how it all started. But three shots of tequila later and a shitty bet, and you’d been on your knees in the bar bathroom, Wade’s dick in your mouth.

A dick that’s currently in your mouth.

Currently hitting the back of your throat making you gag around it, spit coating your lips and cheeks, as Wade pulls your head off the side of the mattress and fucks your mouth.

One hand holding you in place by your jaw, the other around your neck; the outline of his cock moving against his palm as his length reaches parts of your throat you didn’t even let a doctor touch.

Like most things Wade did, his dick was just as impressive.

Impressive and annoyingly good at what it did, a wetness growing between your thighs even as he just uses your mouth. The smirk on his face as he looks down at you, the low grunts that get swallowed down.

You can’t remember how long you’ve been at this, how long he’s had his cock shoved down your throat and tears streaming down your cheeks—your jaw feeling the heavy pull and lock of being left open for far too long.

But you can’t complain. Don’t want to complain.

Not with the ache of arousal at your core and how each bump of the head of his cock at the back of your throat makes your body tremble.

A slew of sarcastic filth slips from his mouth, a praise that makes you preen covered up with something humorous—making you moan around him; before his hips are staggering and he’s holding them in place, your nose flush against his pelvis, as he comes down your throat.

His palm staying at the column of your neck encouraging you to swallow every drop of him.

After you’ve righted yourself, swiping your hand across your mouth to clean it, perching yourself on the edge of the bed, Wade working at the button of his pants as more sarcasm leaves his mouth. As he ventures over to your sink—in your very small apartment—to grab a glass of water, as if he exhausted himself, as if his mutated cells really needed hydration.

“Superheroes, they’re just like us.” You joke, with a smirk.

“Hey!” He points a finger towards you, as he walks back to the edge of the bed. Handing you the glass, “superheroes wish they had this fine stitching and tight ass.”

You hum, smiling around the rim of the glass as you take a few sips. Hating the—complicated—whoosh your stomach does when he wipes away a tear on your cheek you must have missed.

A whoosh that seems to come more often than not when he’s around, a complicated sickly feeling that makes you want to ask him to stay longer; maybe even do something as grotesque as have breakfast together or something.

The curve of his grin let’s you know you’ve been staring at him, ignoring everything that’s came out of his mouth to watch his lips move—lips that seem too plush, too enticing.

“Did I hurt you?”

Your face contorts into an ‘as if’ look, “you’re not that big Wade.”

“Oh, so the gagging and feminine noises of enjoyment were theatrics? I can hear Julliard calling on line one,” he mimics holding up a fake phone to his ear.

“Feminine noises?” You snort with laughter, “your way with words really-”

“Riles you up? Get the juices juicing?”

You fake a gag, shoving the glass of water back in his hand. “Leave before I return your seed to you.”

Wade chuckles under his breath, setting the glass on your bedside table. A screech coming from your abused throat, making it feel even more raw, when he grabs the back of your leg and pulls you so you’re spread out on your back and he’s hovering over you.

“It’s rude to let a customer leave without getting his money's worth.” His forehead pressing against yours, his thumb and forefinger titling your chin up to reach his lips.

Your insides clenching and tangling themselves into a mess; complication be damned.

[luxesiren]

⸻ 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

cw :: nsfw content (MDNI)

a/n :: i love this man so much. i don't think yall understand this big ass man? i love him so much and i want him.

{✰} sfw ::

{✰} wade is a mercenary but he keeps his work life away from you so you don't get hurt because he doesn't want to lose you.

{✰} wade is always joking around with you, his one goal is to make you laugh every day, even when he's not with you. he always sends you messages and voice memos which make you laugh.

{✰} wade loves cooking and he would get all dramatic and make you a full-course meal as if he's on chopped or something. he wants you to pretend to be gordon ramsay

{✰} wade loves spending money on you, he doesn't use the money for anything besides food and rent for his apartment, so he loves spending it on you. whatever you want, he gets it for you. any time you go out to dinner wade will threaten to drop your wallet off a cliff because "why're you trying to pay? don't do that again or i will throw your wallet off a cliff and into some water."

{✰} wade would get matching nails with you, whatever set you get, he's ready to get a matching set.

{✰} wade doesn't like to have his mask off in public because of his scars and at first, he didn't even show you his face half the time but now that you guys have been together for so long, he takes it off around you because he knows it doesn't phase you.

{✰} wade loves physical touch so naturally, he would be all over you. wade likes to think of himself as a murderous teddy bear that only really cares about you.

{✰} wade doesn't like arguing with you unless it's playfully and not about anything serious but if it's a serious argument then he will start to get anxious and unconsciously start to self-sabotage.

{✰} wade gets emotional over chick flicks and when you ask if he's crying he'll say, "of course not...it's just a little dusty in here."

{✰} wade likes bringing you souvenirs from the countries he's visited for work and he brings you random trinkets that you will never use but he lights up when he brings them to you so you put them on display around your shared apartment.

{✰} nsfw ::

{✰} wade loves kissing, he likes the feel of your lips on his. he likes to suck on your bottom lip making you whine into his mouth.

{✰} wade is possessive and jealous, he will mark your neck just so everyone could see that you're taken and no one else could have your attention. he wouldn't blame you for being ogled but he would take it out on you, fucking into you so roughly and so deeply while you cry into the sheets, "fuck, you're mine. this pussy is mine. say it, say it's mine." you couldn't do anything but moan loudly and say exactly that, "fuck, daddy! it's yours, i'm yours!

{✰} wade is into thigh riding. he will watch you chase your release on his thigh before fucking the way you want him to, he ultimately wants to see you beg him to fuck you.

{✰} wade is 100% into praise and degradation, he wants to make you're okay with it before he says something that triggers you in bed.

{✰} on occasion, wade likes to be restrained. he likes when you have some type of power over him, makes him cum harder and he likes when you tease him. he keeps handcuffs by the bed just for this specific moment, you're in his lap and taking your time riding him - slowly grinding your hips just to make him beg you, "please, baby.. let me fuck you, please."

{✰} wade is into choking, he loves to see his hand wrapped around your throat while he has you in a mating press, pushing all his weight onto you and fucking you deep enough to make you cum over and over.

{✰} sometimes when wade is feeling very needy, he just needs you. times like this, he'll take his time with you, fingering for a long time to make sure you can take him, eating your pussy like he's starving before he fucks you nice and slow saying how much he loves you. "i love you so much, baby. so good for me, taking all of me so well."

{✰} speaking of... wade is a munch. he will happily lap at your slick, sit you on his face, and grip your thighs while you ride his face, using him for your own pleasure. he would also take the opportunity to overstimulate you, your thighs wrapped around his head trying to push him away having already cum twice but he wants more from you.

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