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chainmailchalamet · 6 months

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⸻ 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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#wade wilson #deadpool #smut #I am thinking……..#thoughts………

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chainmailchalamet · 9 months

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@edsforehead don’t wanna reply w/ my main but just to clarify — when I tag “always!black always!non-binary reader” it’s just being super specific about the pov. Ties into certain cultural references, the way they look (down to specifying deep brown skin and tightly curled hair) bc I don’t want to write them ambiguously. Doesn’t always play THE role in the story but it always plays A role. hope that clears things up 🪽🍒

Run Rabbit, Run (Dark! Eddie Munson 🍒🪽) Pt. 4

tags: roommates to lovers, modern!metalhead!eddie munson(maybe not a complete face match to ST!Eddie, but his look is up to your imagination), predator/prey dynamic , a lil degradation, impact, knife play, jealousy, possessive behavior + language, dacryphilia, kind of fucked up intense dirty talk, face slapping, choking, morallygrey!eddie, they may or may not be completely human (also up to interpretation), and as usual always!black always!non-binary POV 🌟🍒

the least eddie could do, he thinks, is be sweet about it.

vulnerable as you are, fresh out of a relationship with someone who didn’t deserve to have your love, your patience, your back to stab, your heart to mishandle. brave little thing, you’d left him, left behind the home you’d built together, the home you built for him. the wound was still fresh, eddie knew. you spoke about it sparingly at first, in watery tones. tried to be tough about it, keep your voice strong, give off an air of nonchalance when you spoke about the ex. he was cheating on me, which is just so original. she’s more his type, i think. blonder hair, lighter skin, cis girl, you know…guess he was done experimenting.

stupid, stupid boy, eddie thought. he didn’t need to see the ex to know that you were too much for him. to bright, too sharp, too good. you’d cooked for him, kept his home, made his friends your family, shrunk yourself down to almost nothing. could barely talk about your own accomplishments without that unsure glint in your eyes, like you weren’t sure you were allowed to take up so much space. he’d watch you at your work table, making magic, cutting and measuring and sewing — putting together intricately constructed jackets and corsets in the span of a few days, face scrunched up in concentration as you sketched up new designs, fingers smeared with oil pastel.

you’d feel his eyes, look up and smile all shy, what are you lookin’ at, eddie? and his heart would lurch in his chest. he felt like he could drown in you, in your soft voice, the slope of your nose, the little gap between your front teeth, your baby hairs curling soft and wild when your braids settled in. your deep brown skin, the gold hoops in your ears, your pretty eyelashes, your strong arms.

the way you would swing your hips to reggaeton while you cooked, insisting he just sit in the living room and read, c’mon eds, you always cook, just lemme make you something, just this one time.

he liked to feed you, loved the look on your face when you tasted something good (eyes rolling closed, tongue darting over your bottom lip to catch a rogue bit of food, the soft little sigh of pleasure. god it drove him crazy, had him digging his fingers into his thighs so he didn’t reach out and touch, just this once).

he loved the way you put up a fight too, the way you put your foot down and crossed your arms and pouted up at him all stern. made him feel warm, made him tease you, yeah, darlin’, you gonna take care of me? not even gonna let me help you prep? because he knew you weren’t as good with a knife as he was. but you held fast, pointed to the couch and said sit your ass down, munson, lemme show you how it’s done.

you made him feel wild. made his mouth water just at the sight of you with your hair pulled up while you cooked, the scrunch between your eyes while you read a book splayed out on the carpet, bathed in the warm flicker of the fireplace. looked so pretty he wanted to shuffle up behind you, keep you pinned to the carpet with a hand on the small of your back, grind you into the fluff, cup you by your neck and kiss you wet and dirty from behind, swallowing up every little noise.

wanted to bend you over the counter, spread your legs and devour you. loved you sleepy and sweet in the morning, mumbling scuse me, ‘ddie, when you walked past each other on the way to the bathroom. loved to lay in your bed surrounded by stuffed toys, sheets smelling like you and making his head swim, drowning in the scent of laundry detergent and strawberries. loved you dressed down before bed in an oversized tee, big dorky glasses perched on your nose because they helped you sew (you sure they’re just for sewing, darlin’? he’d tease, giggling and ducking when you told him to shut the fuck up, eddie and tossed a pusheen plush at his head. cuz you were squinting all the way through practical magic last night, and the laptop was right in front of you, don’t think i didn’t see that shit.), loved the way you let him in, made space for him.

he was wild for you, fucking feral for every drop of your attention. he wanted you in his bed, wanted to wrap himself around you and keep you warm while you slept. wanted to kiss you first thing in the morning, lick the sleep right out of your mouth, take you apart slow. you made his mouth go dry, every last bit of you made to fit in his hands, in his mouth. he’d touch himself to the thought of your nipples poking through your shirt. bet they’re sensitive, he thought. bet they’d cry if i licked them there, used my teeth, roughed them up a little bit.

he stripped his dick damn near raw imagining the taste of you, laying you on your back, spreading you wide and dragging his tongue through your pussy, making you watch. making you cry, licking the tears from your cheeks, fucking you deep, holding your hand over your stomach and pressing down. he’d wrap his fingers round your throat (bet you’d wear him so pretty, bet your eyes would roll right back into your fucking head when he squeezed hard), croon filth in your ear, get you worked up and squirming. right there, sweetheart, you feel me? tell me, c’mon? feels good? mm, i bet it does.

the way you looked at him sometimes, it took everything in him to keep his cool, to lay across from you in your bed at night while you ran your fingers through his hair and breathed you make me feel so safe, eddie. to not press a kiss to your pouty mouth, bite at your lips until they went cherry red, taste you. he wanted so much.

but he wanted to do it right. wanted to treat you so good that you’d feel it, know that no one could give you what he could give you. no one could even come close to making you feel as good. he needed you to know that. didn’t want you to feel used, to feel backed into a corner. needed you to come to him, to say i want this eddie, need this, need you. he promised himself that when you let him have you, he’d be so good, so, so sweet. he’d take his time, make you feel so good, give and give and give until you couldn’t take it anymore. he promised himself, swore it. he’d be sweet, so so sweet.

and then you put your hands in his hair and pressed your body against him, and he felt just how soft your skin was underneath the gauzy fabric you wrapped yourself up in, just how easily you gave underneath his hands. you ran your teeth across his skin, gave him your neck to bite, whispered in his ear. what will you do to me, eddie? what first?, mewled like a cat in heat when he told you. when he said he’d take a knife to you, that he’d spit in your mouth, hold you down, play with you. you moaned in his ears like a needy little slut, pulled him in closer, whined take me home eddie take me home and fuck me and feed me and don’t let me out of your bed, eddie. you better make it hard to leave your bed, eddie. demanded it, like the mouthy little brat he knew you could be, like a goddamn dream.

and well. when you said it like that, demanded it, even. he really had no choice but to give it to you.

#asks

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