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WHEN SHE SQUEEZED ME TIGHT, SHE NEARLY BROKE MY SPINE!

logan howlett x fem reader

logan meets wades friend in the void and to his surprise and dismay she’s stronger than he is.

a/n: powers are basically my girl queen maeves

After Wade had got beaten up by every Wolverine variant he encountered he decided to call in the big guns.

“Y/n I need your help jumping into different multiverses to find a new Wolverine.”

“…Well I ain’t got nothing better to do.”

You were not a hero. You knew from a young age the world was poisoned with corruption and evil so naturally you decided to take matters into your own hands. You were unwillingly experimented on and as a result gained intensified strength and healing factors the perfect combination to become an infamous assassin- which is how you met Wade.

After a while of searching, you met the best Wolverine you could possibly find. Although hope began to fade when you and Wade watched in horror as he chugged a whole bottle of whiskey and passed out on the floor.

You easily hoisted the unconscious man onto your shoulders and carried him out of the bar letting Wade transport you back to the building that you learned was called the ‘TVA’ You threw Wolverine down harshly as Wade presented him to the man who reminded you of someone from pride and prejudice.

Mr Darcy Paradox was not happy. Was it because you had plucked the so called ‘worst’ Wolverine from a different timeline? That Wade had broken his nose? Or because you were now suddenly involved when you really shouldn’t be? Ultimately, he immediately transported the three of you to the void.

You sat criss crossed on the floor, drawing random patterns in the sand as you waited for the two men infront of you to gain consciousness.

Logan jolted up looking around erratically. He made eye contact with you and looked you up and down before he yelled a rather polite: “Who the fuck are you?”

You went to answer but Wade finally woke up.

“That’s Y/n she’s basically an off brand Wonder Woman.”

You gave Wolverine a bright innocent smile and Logan brushed off Wade’s reference with a confused look on his face. Now realising Wade was awake, he immediately stood up and attacked him, jamming his claws into his chest and hoisting him in the air. “Where the hell are we?”

“I don’t know!” Wade yelled defensively.

You sat there entertained as you let the two grown men throw each other around for a bit when Wade said something that seemed to have struck a nerve.

“Is that what you said when your world went to shit?

Your eyes widened in surprise. If this was the worst Wolverine (according to paradox) you wondered what had happened to him to make him so bad. Logan retaliated by throwing Wade through a concrete wall. He looked pretty proud of himself and you just couldn’t help yourself. You rose from your spot kicking away the sand where you had created a very artistic depiction of their fight. You cracked your knuckles and snuck up behind him reaching up to tap his shoulder. He turned around confused and sighed dissatisfied when he saw you.

“Listen bub. Just leave this between me and red I don’t want to hurt a powerless girl-“

Just as he finished his sentence, you punched him square in the face and sent him flying through the same wall that he’d sent Wade into.

Logan threw his body up in shock for what seemed to be hundredth time today. He was getting sick of these surprises. The injuries you’d caused to his body began to heal as Wade cackled at the man from his spot on the floor.

“Told ya she’s like Wonder Woman.”

Logan growled at Wade but was also in disbelief.

You had just caught him off guard. Yep, that was it.

He charged towards you with his claws ready to attack but you countered. You grabbed his claws drawing blood from your hands and threw him to the ground. He groaned and watched as the cuts you inflicted on yourself began to heal the same way his had done. You stood above him a stern look on your face.

“I’m not doing this with you Logan. Just listen to us.”

He wasn’t giving in. He grabbed your calf and pulled you to the ground, flipping you onto your back caging you in with his muscular arms.

He won.

You groaned in anger as you shoved him off of you sending him flying once again. He fell next to you on his stomach, face first into the dirt. You stood up quick before he could and placed a foot on his back and crouched down so you were closer to his face. This was how he realised the intensity of your strength. He could feel the weight of your foot and he was built of fucking adamantium.

“You gonna stop being a little bitch and listen to me or do I have to toss you around some more?”

Logan growled in a mix of anger and embarrassment. Wade had returned, finally healed, and decided to make a comment. “I’ll listen if it means you’ll toss me around.”

You rolled your eyes at Wades comment and picked up a stone throwing it at his face with your intensified strength which knocked him back onto the floor.

Still not getting an answer from the Wolverine you flipped him onto his back pinning his splayed arms to the ground as you straddled his waist. He writhed underneath you- still trying to prove his strength- but you had him, he couldn’t move.

You won.

You tilted your head at Logan and he angrily answered your question.

“I’ll listen.”

You patted the side of his face condescendingly.

“Good boy.”

You graciously unpinned him and he shoved you off, moving away from you rapidly.

He was humiliated.

You looked so ordinary. No indication of your strength and you were half his size. And here you were, tossing the big bad, made of goddamn metal Wolverine around like a fucking rag doll. He’d never met anyone that could do the things you had done to him. Wade had matched his strength when they had their little fight but you didn’t just match his strength you were exceeding it. He didn’t hold back once. He was using his full ability and it didn’t even effect you. He felt a whirlwind of emotions but one stuck out the most to him.

Lust.

He would be lying if he said this whole situation didn’t turn him on. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Wade

“You kinky son of a bitch you into a bit of masochism?” Wade asked getting dangerously close to Logan’s face.

Logan snapped out of his thoughts (unfortunately) and growled at Wade as a warning, “Shut the fuck up.”

You couldn’t help but smirk as Logan started to walk away from you two. It was kinda flattering to beat up Wolverine and also turn him on within the span of five minutes. Wade looked at you, eyes still somehow expressive through his mask.

“Oh! That was definitely a yes!”

The perfect movie scene doesn’t exi-

-the music timing, mr darcys acting, the tva man’s face.

Perfection 😘

(Sadly I couldn’t download any none bleeped ones)

TRAINING WHEELS. logan howlett / dom! top! m. reader

→ logan’s new to the team & you decide to show him the ropes

warnings. nsfw content / unprotected sex / somnophilia / <mild> breath play / <mentions & depictions of> hazing / age gap between ADULTS / <mild> feminization / nipple play <?> / light degradation <chara. receiving> / analingus / orgasm control / masturbation <chara.> / blowjob <r. receiving> / full nelson position / not proof read ( sorry )

notes. he’s been on my mind word count. 2K

LOGAN IS NOT a heavy sleeper; he’d begun to stir the moment the mattress dipped under your weight. The lids of his eyes are still heavy with exhaustion ⸻ and his gaze is not quite as clear as it ought to be.

“What are you…” he pauses mid–sentence, his voice a rough, low sound that would’ve caused anyone else to reconsider what they’d intended to do.

He’d meant to ask you what you were doing but the rest of his sentence was caught in his throat with his breath when you’d aligned the head of your cock with his entrance.

“I’m taking responsibility for what I’d said to you earlier,” you respond, voice low and all matter–of–fact like it’s obvious as you penetrate him.

It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as he thought it ought to ⸻ not that it didn’t hurt at all, because it did. Rather, it felt as though his… well, insides adjusted to suit your cock like it’d existed solely for that purpose.

You didn’t seem particularly opposed to that notion either; leaning forward to curl your calloused fingers around the base of his throat as he took your cock to the hilt.

The action itself didn’t impede his ability to breathe; on the contrary, it appeared to be a silent assertion of superiority. Something that, oddly enough, left him feeling disappointed but he didn’t or, rather, couldn’t linger on that thought (or much else for that matter) when you began to thrust into him.

“Do you remember what I’d said to you?”

Your voice again, taking on an even lower cadence beside the shell of his ear, as you pull your cock out of his puffy entrance only to force it back past the ring of muscle again.

He doesn’t respond though.

WHEN LOGAN COMES TO for the second time ⸻ or, rather, the first time he’d thought that he ought to be in another dream.

The heavy lids of his eyes had given way to the dim lighting of the back seat of a car; the one just behind the passenger seat up front. It took a moment to adjust to the dimness of the lighting but he was certain that this wasn’t where he’d fallen asleep and, as if reading his thoughts, you confirm as much.

“I take it you had a nice dream?” You more or less hum, glancing at him through the rear–view mirror although you’d reasonably not see much, “I feel a little wronged, you know, ‘cause it took so much effort to drag your ass into the back of the car and here you are, having the time of your life.”

If you’d meant it to be a genuine complaint, he couldn’t tell and never could, to be honest, tell whether or not he should take you seriously. So, he doesn’t necessarily acknowledge what you’d said with anything more than a low, non-committal grunt.

“Where are you ⸻ no, why the fuck am I in the back seat of a car right now?”

Unlike his dream, he gets all of his words out this time around with what he deems a sufficient amount of irritation.

Whether or not it’d actually been a sufficient amount of irritation was up for debate though since it appeared to have gone completely and utterly over your head.

“You’re still new to the ranks, old man,” You sing–song in response, sounding all the more enthusiastic, “… and a little hazing should be expected, no?” as the car’s prior steady gliding forward on what he presumed to be a sparsely populated road came to an abrupt end.

There’s that matter–of–fact tone again; He truthfully didn’t know whether or not he should laugh, cry, or even give the content of his dream some deeper thought.

Now, though, wasn’t exactly the time to consider the absurdity of the past… however long.

“The task is relatively simple,” You continue, your voice taking on a more serious but not quite that sound as you address him, “… all you have to do is find your way back to camp before the sun rises and don’t do anything stupid, you’re being watched.”

‘CAMP’ IS EXACTLY as the name implies  ⸻ a collection of, for the lack of a better word, tents and in the heart of summer, it’s one hell of a place to be even when the sun is replaced by its more forgiving counterpart.

Thus, a layer of sweat visible to all clings uncomfortably to the curves and contours of Logan’s body as he trudges towards your tent.

“You must’ve kissed a superior’s ass to become a Lieutenant, right?” It’s more of an accusation to vent his frustration than a genuine question on Logan’s part but you respond as though to satiate his curiosity nevertheless.

“I can’t say that I’ve done it for the sake of a promotion,” You smile, all wolf–like and if Logan were in a better mood, he’d say a little charismatically too.

He doesn’t respond to that and thus you continue.

“You tryin’ to call me an ass–kisser, rookie?” You chuckle, the sound a combination of genuine amusement and something else, as you approach him, holding his chin between your thumb and index finger.

He is a rookie, technically speaking, of course, but hearing the word roll off your tongue makes him feel strange ⸻ naturally a little annoyed but there’s something else there that he can’t quite put his finger on.

You, on the other hand, are more than comfortable with placing your fingers anywhere you like.

“I like to think of myself as someone who’s very… literal, I suppose?” You continue, lowering the palm of one of your hands to grope the curve of his ass, “… but that’s enough of that; the sun rose before you made it back to camp so it’s only fair that I punish you for your failure.”

“Punish…?” He repeats after you, his voice sounding a little wispy as you close the distance between the two of you, hand groping his ass and all.

“Don’t take it to heart, we all fail sometimes,” You shrug with a wave of your hand as if that ought to be the main issue, “… and you were practically moaning my name in the car so I guess I’m a little curious about what you were dreaming about too.”

The dream, of course, hadn’t exactly slipped his mind as opposed to him forcing himself to not think about it given his circumstances at the time.

He’d walked for… who knows how long before slipping into a 24/7 gas station’s restroom to relieve himself of the throbbing of his cock because of the stupid thing.

It wasn’t exactly ideal but what else could he have done if not lowering his sweatpants and boxers to palm himself until the angry head of his cock spurted ropes of cum into the toilet?

Now, though, he was standing in front of you and could feel your erection against his.

“This was a little too easy for my liking,” Your voice again, just like in his dream, but this isn’t a dream, now, is it? You were calling him easy and instead of being annoyed he couldn’t help but allow a moan to slip past his parted lips much to your delight.

“I can make an exception though,” You continue, moving the both of you towards your desk before bending him over and making a show of kneeling behind him and lowering his sweatpants and underwear.

Logan is… relatively silent; he doesn’t respond to any of your questions but he does let out a string of profanities beneath his breath as you spread his cheeks, dragging your tongue from his balls up to the entrance of his ass as the tight ring of muscle spasms in response to your affection.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking⸻” He pauses mid–sentence, his thighs trembling beneath his weight, as you alternate between sucking, kissing and occasionally biting the surrounding flesh.

The sound of his voice doesn’t necessarily catch you off guard but it’s enough to get you to pull away from his ass, wiping the string of saliva still connecting you to his winking hole with the back of your palm before responding, “… kissing your ass? I already told you that I’m a very literal person and I don’t do this for a promotion.”

You sound almost… exasperated and Logan has half the mind to turn around and punch you in the face but your tongue is sliding past that ring of muscle and it’s so strange but not unwelcomed.

He couldn’t bring himself to oppose you ⸻ not when your tongue was moving in and out of his ass like that; and especially not when the slit on the head of his cock was leaking so much pre–cum.

When you eventually pull away from his ass, he finds himself whimpering at the loss; pushing back against where your mouth should have been. It’s almost pathetic enough to make you want to indulge him but it’s meant to be a punishment. 

Thus, Logan finds himself kneeling between your spread legs moments later. He’s pressing his chest together, a mediocre crease forming between them as you stare down at him, amused.

“They’re so…” You pause, tilting your head to the side as you lazily palm your own throbbing cock (all the while neglecting his), “big, you know?” as warmth gathers beneath the surface of his skin.

He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re implying.

“Jesus,” You whistle, “you have such pretty tits,” as you align your cock with the entrance of the crease before sliding up into it.

“I’m not a fucking⸻” He protests, silenced only by the fistful of his hair you grab as you respond, “I’m only saying what I see, soldier. Now, be a good boy for me and I’ll consider giving that cock of yours some attention.”

‘When did you get so… stern?’ He’d thought of this at that moment but couldn’t think of much else beyond the sensation of your cock gliding between his… ‘tits’ as you’d called them and the voice in the back of his head telling him to be a good boy for you and squeeze his chest together some more.

Logan had always trusted his intuition in his earlier years so that’s what he does. He indulges you, and by extension, himself as he feels every bump, curve, or vein on your cock against his skin until you’re painting his chest white.

“I should’ve done this a lot sooner,” You breathe out after a moment of silence, your breathing evening out as you move over to your swivel chair before motioning for him to join you.

UNLIKE HIS DREAM, he’s made to suck you off first.

Your cock is heavy on his tongue; he’s never done this before though so it’s all a little clumsy ⸻ the way he hollows his cheeks and tries his hardest to avoid his teeth grazing you as saliva escapes his mouth, gathering just above his collarbone.

It’s cute, though, and is even cuter when you begin to touch his weeping cock. He’s like an obedient little dog; one that’s all bark and minimal bite.

Every time you touch him, his body tenses and he trembles. Thus, you decide that he ought to be closer to you and have him straddle your lap instead.

When you align yourself with his entrance, you can tell that he’s nervous so you take your time and ease into him. It’s uncomfortable for the both of you, him more so than you, you’re sure so there’s no need to rush it either.

There’s no stopping you once you’ve both adjusted though. His back is to your chest and his knees are to his chest as you thrust up into him. He’s a big guy but you’ve folded him in half nevertheless and Logan’s loving every moment of it.

Strings of little ‘uh–uh–uh’s fall from his lips like a mantra as ropes of cum shoot from the head of his cock; a release that he’d so desperately craved but couldn’t even wrap his head around at the moment.

“You’ll be okay,” You hum as you press a kiss to the side of his sweaty temples, “I’ll welcome you to the ranks myself, I don’t think I want to share you with the others.”

wedding ring

origins!husban!logan x origins!wade x wife!reader

a/n : I don't know what came over me to write this, I have no excuse I'm just horny.

wc : 3k

NSFW , PORN WITH (LITTLE) PLOT , WADE IS A HORNY SHIT , MOMMY & DADDY KINK , GENERAL WADE™ BEHAVIOUR sub!origins!wade wilson . dom!origins!logan . dom!reader

synopsis : wade has always been a kinky little shit, it seems that title is well-deserved when he starts to fantasize about squeezing himself into a married couple old enough to be his parents.

If someone in the team were to ask Wade why he looked as if he hadn't slept in a decade, he'd say he was up practising his katana skills.

When in reality, he had spent the whole night groaning and moaning against his pillow while rubbing himself raw to the thought of you and Logan.

What was so special about you two, you may ask? You were married and were old enough to be his parents.

It was absolutely not his fault. You two had no right to come into the X-Team, looking so fucking hot and expect him not to get hard.

You couldn't just walk around the place with Logan's strong arm around your waist and expect him not to stare. You couldn't just hum in acknolovedgment everytime Logan leant into your ear to rumble something that the merc couldn't quite catch and expect him not to grow desperate.

He was a walking mess. Day and night his thoughts were consumed by you and Logan, Logan and you, and what you could do to him. He couldn't help it, he'd blame the undiagnosed ADHD anyday for titty-flashing him with so many dirty scenarios anytime you walked past.

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Logan and you had been through a lot of shit togheter.

You had met sometime between the 1880's and the 1900's, both mutants and escaping from someone who was trying to do you harm. Both with the weight of taken lives over your shoulders, both with spilled blood on your hands. Both with the promise of living far too long.

And, cliche-y enough, you both had fallen in love. After uniting forces as acquintances, then growing as close as long-life friends, and then falling into the claws of love, you two had gotten married.

Happyly married, always attached to the hip, gold wedding wands on your ring fingers. Always watching out for the other.

And when William Stryker offered you both a place in a 'special opperations' team called X-Team, you both agreed —happy to help a cause—.

What you didn't expect, though, was Wade Wilson turning into another shit you had to go through togheter.

The mercenary seemed to never know when to shut his mouth, or how to read social cues, he just simply had a mouth too big for his own good. Hence why the nickname merc with a mouth was born amidst the members of the team.

He was a young man in his 20's, a cocky asshole and a total flirt that talked big game. He liked to show off during missions, pulling stunts, to impress Logan or you was another question that didn't have an answer yet.

You and your husband just knew the kid seemed to have the hots for one of you. Which made Logan boil with possesiveness because you were his damn wife, his and his only —possesiveness that in turn only made Wade all the more horny.

It wasn't until today's mission that you realized that the mercenary didn't have the hots for just one of you, but for both.

After trying to break in a building to stop some drug dealers, the team had split up and —ironically enough— left you three to flee from more guards than you could fight. And now, ironically enough again, you three were hidding in a really small supply closet.

You hadn't intended for it to end up this way, but your husband was with his broad back against the wall and with a pupil-blown Wade completely sandwiched between you two.

Wade was totally trying to keep his cool, desperately keeping up his usual cocky fachade, but his gut felt so damn coiled at having his ass pressed against Logan's crotch and his chest in level with yours.

"How did they notice us?!?" you asked your husband in a low breath, completely ignoring the merc between you.

Logan growled slightly, his nose twitching when a strangely strong scent wafted into his nostrils, shaking his head slightly as he tried to peek out from the small gap in the door. "dunno, doll, but I guess they didn't see us come here"

As you kept talking with your husband in hushed breaths, Wade was starting to feel his brain turning to damn mush as he was trapped between you two. He couldn't help it, your body warmth was sweeping into his bones from back and front —melting him—.

And then, suddenly he heard your voices stopping. Looking up with his half-glassy eyes, he was met by a quirked eyebrow and a deep scowl from Logan.

"are you damn horny right now, mouth?" Logan pretty much growled. His voice rumbling in his chest as he looked down at the young man between you two.

Wade blinked, realizing he had been so aroused —and locked up in his dirty fantasies— that he had pretty much started to leak in his pants.

"ohw, c'mon, what'd you expect?" the merc breathed out under your questioning gaze. "I've got my hot ass against someone's big dick and my face is smushed against this massive titties and jesus fucking christ—"

His words died down in a choked way when Logan's hand flied up to his throath, wrapping around it without issue —damn big hands the Canadian had— and squeezing. Choking a wheezed noise out of his mouth.

"shut your damn mouth if ya wanna keep your throath, bub" Logan growled in the merc's ear, his voice almost like the roar of a lion with how much red he was seeing.

You were just staring at the way Wade's eyes seemed to roll into the back of his head, thighs twitching before shamelessly parting —as if he wanted someone's hand between them—. The mercenary seemed to really be horny for you two.

"really, Wade?" you purred, voice low, as you stared at the young man —letting your husband do the job of shutting him up. "going after a married couple like this? didn't think you'd fall that low.."

Wade struggled to breathe through his nose with Logan's tight grip around his throath, but he spoke nonetheless. "aughn— you two are fucking god- relax the grip old man literally bisexual culture-"

His gasped words only made the growl bubbling up in Logan's throath grow louder. You saw the veins in your husband's arm bulging as he squeezed around Wade's throath again, watching the way the merc choked on his spit —saliva slobbering down the corner of his lips.

You reached out your own hand and placed it atop of Logan's, as if methaporically holding your husband's hand while he choked Wade.

"fucking god you two are really feeding my mommy and daddy issues right now y'kno-oh-oww—"

Wade's spech got cut off my another series of squeezes around his throath, making the mercenary cough and choke on his spit as his head fell forwards against your chest.

"watch your damn mouth, mouth"

"ngh-ah- unluckily for you I've got a thing for being put in my place by dominant, sexy, grown-ups. Big ones with huge—"

His voice died in his own throath when two, huge and thick, fingers were proding at his mouth. Sneaking past his lips and stuffing him full, his eyes rolled back, knees almost buckling underneath him when the meaty taste of sweat invaded his mouth.

"shut it, bub"

"hmn-nhgh"

"you managed to shut him up" you low whistled at your husband, impressed by how quickly and efficiently the merc had shut up. Now busy with nibbling at the fingers inside of his mouth.

"easy peasy" Logan huffed with a slight roll of his eyes. "don't know how long it'll last, though, just look at how damn much the kid's leaking"

Wade whined around Logan's fingers at the way you two were speaking as if he wasn't there, thighs trying to close when he felt your eyes going down and settling on the obvious tent in his pants —and the wet spot.

"so horny" you hummed, more to yourself than anything, before looking back at his face. "what does this mean, baby?" you purred as you pointed to the gold ring on your finger with a neutral look on your face —as if he wasn't coming undone before your eyes. "I don't think you're that dumb yet. C'mon, what does this, right here, mean, Wade?"

Wade struggled to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth around Logan's fingers, body almost tumbling forward when the Canadian ripped his fingers off of his mouth so suddenly.

"I- aughn- I—" he stumbled over his words, swallowing again, as his hazy eyes looked up at you. "that's a daddy and mommy ring" he wheezed out, a little "ah-ah!" escaping his lips when Logan grabbed his hair from the back —forcing him to behave—. "means- angh means that you're married. And old enough to be my grand-parents-"

"That's right, bub" Logan growled, leaning in close to whisper in Wade's ear. "We're a married couple and you're nothing but a pest."

"now, now, darling" you hummed lovingly as you looked at your husband, who was still grabbing Wade by his hair. "don't be so mean.. It turns him on"

That last was a low drawl, before your hand was cuping Wade's cheek and making sure the cold metal of the gold wedding ring you wore was against the merc's skin. "We've lived through wars, honey, you're a literal baby compared to us" you added, voice low and degradatory.

Wade shuddered as the cold metal of your wedding ring pressed against his skin, his eyes looking up at you with a mixture of desire and submission.

"I'm a- nnnng baby" he repeated, almost breathless. "Logan and you are old. So old."

Logan leaned in closer, his hand still clamped around Wade's hair. "Old enough to be your parents" he repeated, his voice dark and gravely. His teeth almost gracing Wade's ear. "Old enough that you shouldn't be interested in us, bub."

"Please, I- I- ahhhhnn I promise I'm good, I promise I'm good, I- I can be good."

It was funny, really, to see such a cocky and show-off of a man being this needy and whiny between you two. But what could you say, it was the Howlett effect.

You slowly slipped your gold wedding band out of your ring finger, right infront of Wade's eyes —watching the way he almost busted on the spot just from the sight alone—.

"this is what'chu want, ain't it honey?" you teased the mercenary trembling and whining between you. "you want this pretty ring on your finger too, don't ya? you wanna be the throphy toy to a hot, married couple old enough to be your parents, don't you, sweetheart?"

You held the wedding ring infront of Wade's face as one of your hands started to rub his arm —slowly going down to his hand—. Wade was shaking, he didn't even know how he hadn't cum untouched yet with how tight and hot his gut felt. All of his muscles coiled.

Wade looked like he was about two seconds away from spontaneously combusting right there in the small supply closet.

"Please" he breathed out, his voice strained and his eyes fixed on the ring in your hand. "Please, I- I want to be- nngah, I want it. I- I'll be good, I- aaahhhnn"

"Are you?" Logan asked, using the grip on Wade's hip to pull him closer against him. "Are you going to behave for us?"

After a series of jerky and rapid nods coming from the drooling mercenary trembling between you, "good fucking boy, there you go" your voice was low and syrupy, as you grabbed Wade's twitching hand and slowly —almost sensually— slipped the cold golden wand on his finger.

It looked as if he was going to combust just from having the ring on his finger, from the implications of having a wedding ring from a married couple on his finger.

Maybe you'd find an explanation for the creamy wet spot between Wade's legs and the way he was wearing your wedding ring when you meet the team in a few minutes. Or maybe you won't, who knows.

This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

YAY

I saw someone reblog and added they would like more but with Ingo comforting reader, which gave me an idea and got me thinking, I tried getting some sadness in here so hopefully y’all enjoy! This is a part 2, so asks are open, or comments, either work, I see them and I take inspiration.

X reader but everything is platonic, Ingo is sad and so am I, Adaman loses it and Irida helps (for once!)

PART 1  can be read here 

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"Good morning, peanut~💛"

Good Dad Mace Windu strikes again!

I love to show how I think Maul would fight against the constant call of the dark side, and how Mace is absolutely amazing at regulating his violent instincts!

thinking about collecting debt from gi-hun another way.

the mans hair was a mused sweaty mess with some stray pieces sticking to his forehead. gi-huns chest heaved, hungry for air hoping to clear his mind. it felt his senses went haywire, he was feeling all the wrong emotions!

and unmistakably there’s a tent in his pants, he’s hard.

“masochist bitch gi-hun likes it rough, huh?” you crowded cover him in the small bathroom. gi-hun attempted to scoot away but his back hit the wall with a thud.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about…” he looked away not daring to look in your eyes, he could practically see the lust spilling from them.

the air was thick around the both of you, making his head feel stuffed with cotton. that had to be why gi-hun didn’t feel scared, he felt aroused.

“then whats this guy doing awake, hmm?” you leaned into his personal space, giving his cock a hard squeeze. eliciting the most delectable mewl to slip from his lips.

“look at you… all hot n' bothered from getting a little roughed up. is this what you wanted gi-hun? to be put in your place like this?”

he whimpered and shook his head pathetically yet he couldn’t muster the words to deny your claims.

"it's alright, i know just what to do with sluts like you.”

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"mmph-, you can't suddenly go that deep, sir, you’ll ruin me–!”

gi-huns face contorted into bliss as he came for the umpteenth time adding to the mess of bodily fluids coating both your bodies. your pace on his hole was unrelenting, obvious that you we're using him to chase your own release.

"y'know, the term 'punishment' isn't supposed to mean you enjoy it.' you sighed, rubbing a hand over your head. "what to do with a slut like you.."

"m' s-sorry, sorry sir!" gi-huns nails dug into your biceps, the only thing anchoring him from falling into a subspace even though it was probably too late to worry about that. from their perch on your shoulders, gi-huns legs shook vehemently.

you placed a hand on gi-huns stomach, almost cumming from the feeling of your cock bulging his stomach. "fuck baby, with such a slutty body like this you could make back the money you owe me in a few days."

"but do i really want to share you?" you faked contemplation before grabbing gi-huns face in your hand. his cheeks squished together, pursing his lips. "tell me gi-hun," you leaned in, barely an inch away from his lips. "do you want to be everyones slut?"

he made a broken gurgle sound in his throat in reply, eyes glazed over and unfocused. he was too fucked out to reply. how adorable.

"well good thing you have me to make the choice for you." you bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder as a way to stake your claim on the man. "from this day onward, you're my bitch till you pay off what you owe me. it's a pleasure to be working with you, gi-hun."

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