Can I Request The Diamond And Pearl Clans Comforting Banished Reader

18+ DOM DEADPOOL X M!READER

Thinking about WADE WILSON trapping you in his grasp, his masked chin perched on your shoulder and his blood-tinted leather glove shoved in-between your thighs. He reeks of impending doom, the scent combining with his natural aroma.

“Oh, no, no, don’t run from it, pretty boy.” WADE clicks his tongue, shaking his head as you squirm. His arm snaking around your waist tightened its grip, clutching you firmly against his front.

He sneaks his hand beneath your pants, wrapping it around the base of your hard cock before freeing it from your boxers. But he doesn’t allow the cool air to hit your sensitive hardness, choosing to toy with you by keeping it hidden under your shirt. You grunt, reaching to hold onto his knees. “W—wade.” You croak, trying not to buck your hips up.

WADE hums curiously, indicating that he was listening. With one finger, he maps out the silhouette of your length through the soft material. He’s enjoying this, and that fact is one he isn’t afraid to admit. “Hmm? D’ya want somethin’, baby?”

Despite his question, he doesn’t quite let you answer. Suddenly, his thumb presses down against the side of your tip, staring in great awe at how pre-cum begins to dampen the fabric. Your dick twitches from the stimulation, and you can’t prevent the plea from leaving you. “Stop teasin’ me, please.”

You can nearly feel his lips stretch upwards into a cocky grin. His palm rests flat on your length, gently rubbing up and down. Every time WADE’S finger went to messily massage your frenulum, your shirt would press into your skin and increase your responsiveness, making you uncontrollably throb. “Awww, we both know you don’t mean that. Our buddy over here likes it.” He teases, shifting to properly but lazily jerk you off.

His hand clenches when it curls ‘round your shaft, balancing you on the point of experiencing a high but never enough for you to actually reach it. WADE WILSON knows you can handle a tad of edging. “Be a good boy, c’mon that’s it, just a liiiiiiil’ bit more.”

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!

So I decided to write out this ask I sent as a test subject

Logan Howlett X male reader

⚠️somnophilia, bottom Logan, male reader, marking and toys, smut⚠️

🚨Minors or girls do not interact 🚨

This is my first fic so bear with me

I cannot find the gif of Logan waking up for the life of me

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It's midnight. Y/n has just gotten home from work. He's pent up after a long frustrating day at work. One of his colleagues has been walking on a thin line of Y/N's nerves.

Y/n unlocks the front door of his and Logan's house. He's greeted with silence. Logan must be asleep. Y/n sighs. He needs release. He needs it bad. He kicks off his shoes, drops his bag, and heads towards the kitchen.

He pours himself a glass of whiskey and stares at the pictures of him and Logan they have on their walls. Y/N's mind started wandering.

"You've been coming home late." Logan grunts tiredly as he lazily bounces around Y/N's cock. Y/n chuckles as he rests his hands behind his head. "I can't do much about that pup." He said as he watched the older man bounce with all his might. "I can't keep up with you like this..." Logan huffs. His poor legs are already shaking even though they just got started. Y/n caresses Logan's thighs.* "You're doing so well." *Logan whines at the praise.*

"You can use me in my sleep." *Logan whimpered out as he collapsed on top of y/n after his legs gave out.* "When... When you come back from work... And I'm asleep... You can have me..." *Logan panted as his body shook with climax and tiredness. Y/n caresses his lover's back to soothe him to sleep.* "I'll keep that in mind pup."

Y/n finishes his whiskey and heads to the bedroom. He doesn't bother with being quiet, Logan sleeps like a dead man. As y/n opens the door he's invited with a beautiful sight. Logan is spread out on his belly on the bed. Naked. Snoring quietly with barely any coverage. The thin hole-filled sheets do nothing to cover Logan's hairy form. It's just a corner of the sheets covering his plum hairy ass. Y/n chuckles and closes the door.

Y/n takes his time undressing as his eyes trail over Logan's god-built body. Logan mumbles from time to time but stays deep asleep. Y/n grabs the lube from his nightstand so he can prep his boyfriend. Even though Logan likes it more when it hurts because it stimulates him.

Y/n climbs into the bed and removes the sheets that didn't even cover Logan properly. He traced Logands back softly as he enjoyed the sight. He holds the lube with one hand and spreads his cheeks with the other. To his surprise, Logan's already prepared. Y/n chuckles to himself and uses the lube to lube himself up instead.

Logan grunts as the cold air touches his wet ring or muscle. It seems fresh. It was as if he prepped and fell asleep shortly before Y/n came home. Y/m hums and spreads Logan's legs with his knee. He lifts his hips and puts a pillow under them so it's easier and more comfortable. Without hesitation, y/n pushed in. He groans and rests his forehead on Logan's back.

"You're being so good for me Logan. " Y/n murmured as he started moving with slow thrusts. Logan grumbled in his sleep and shifted a bit but stayed deep asleep. Soon y/n sped up his thrusts. Logan whimpered as he started to meet his lover's thrusts in his sleep. Y/n kisses and bites any spot on Logan's neck he can reach. Any time he bites down hard enough to draw blood he pulls back just to watch it heal within seconds. Logan's healing factor is a frustrating addition for his lover who so desperately loves marking him. Logan doesn't mind it though, if it means his boyfriend will be rougher with him then Logan is more than happy to be a blood canvas.

Logan lets out a specificaly high whine signaling y/n has found the right spot. Y/n smirks and goes harder, aiming for that bundle of muscle with every thrust he gives. He knows that even when Logan is asleep he wants to be marked. Even when it doesn't last. Y/n bites down on Logan's shoulder and licks up any blood that has spilled.

Logan arched his nack and let out an animalistic groan that turned into a whimper as y/n tugged at his hair to pull him up and hold him against his chest. "You like that? You like it like this? Hm?" Y/n grunts as he talks into Logan's ear. He wonders what Logan dreams of when all of this is happening. Logan only lets out a loud whine. His angry red cock bounces with each hard thrust. Poor thing is leaking so much that his bush is getting wet too.

Logan unconsciously squeezed around y/n. He's close. Y/n drops him back onto the bed and lifts his hips again for rougher pounding. Logan's mouth falls open and loud whimpers and whines stumble out without control. Y/n's getting close too. Logan whimpers as he cums over the pillow and sheets under his hips. Y/n helps him through it as he chases his own climax. Logan's claws have shot out and pierced the pillows. A bunch of feathers fly around them and y/n curses under his breath about having to buy another pillow again.

Logan's body quivers as he whimpers as he feels y/ns teeth still in his shoulder. With a couple last thrusts y/n collapses on top of Logan with a loud grunt as he fills him up. They lay there like that for a while until y/n gains the energy to lift himself up again. With a soft groan, he lifts himself up and reachers towards Logan's nightstand drawer to pull out a simple silver buttplug that has an X carved into the end. He slowly pulls out making sure none of the cum spills out and puts the plug in so Logan can know what happened in the morning. After that y/n cleans them up and flops down next to his lover and pulls him close.

In the morning Logan wakes up to an empty bed. Y/n must've gone to work already. He groans and rubs his face. He is unaware of what happened last night... That's until he sits up and feels the familiar feeling of a plug inside him. He chuckles to himself and reaches down. Yup. That's a buttplug alright. His cock twitches at the thought of what happened last night. He grumbles and takes himself into his hand and lays back.

Logan came at least four times that morning all for just the thought of what y/n did last night.

I miss my sunshine pookie😭😭

Regarding The Bad Batch Season 3 trailer,

something about logan howlett patching your shoulder up, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle as they stitch your wound close. he’s looming over you, eyes fixated entirely on your form. in a haze of pain, your hand reaches out to curl around his hip and roughly squeeze with a low groan, unintentionally tugging him closer to your seated position.

“you okay, bub?”

“yeah...”

there’s something about it that makes his cock throb; how your reflex is grabbing onto him, how your voice is hoarse, and fucking hell, the smell and sight of you bleeding like that... he’s never letting anyone else fix you up. and oh, he wants you to squeeze something else.

Type? What, no that's ridiculous I don't have a ty-

I am weak to gray haired men who don't smile

hi i've never requested anything from anyone ever before so here goes lmao 😭 uhh i've had this stupid little idea for like a week now: motostoke gym trainer reader calls kabu dad on accident. like goes to ask him something and just says "hey dad?" then gets embarrassed and walks away. "nevermind i figured it out myself" no you didn't you liar

uhhh yeah that's it here's payment🍪 cooky

cooky……..

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You were the youngest on the team, that much was obvious. It was hard not to dote, but you would pout and huff and grumble about being treated like a kid, even though you were one. But you were also a gym leader, just like them, able to hold your own even again the more experienced trainers.

Kabu had no doubts you’d grow up into something fierce, even with a primarily fire type team. But he also worried.

It wasn’t as obvious, but you lived for the gym. Sure, you huffed and puffed at the affection and doting, but you never walked away from it.

Kabu knew you craved it, deep down. Despite trying to grow up fast, be independent, be more than what you lacked, he knew you desperately wanted family again. And here you were finding it.

But you’d die before admitting it. A child’s pride was something to be admired, for its steady determination not to break. At the time same time, however, Kabu wished you’d relax, let them take care of you.

You deserved to be a kid, void of weight of the world, if just for a little while. Kabu would hold up the sky for you, if only you’d let him.

But you didn’t. You were his little Atlas, strong and steady, at least on the outside.

For all your pronounced independence, you were still young and inexperienced. The world was still confusing and complicated despite your self sustaining abilities, and when you came to the team, they jumped to help you understand the forms of a gym leader, the conduct to have towards fans and reporters alike, how to deal with sore losers versus disheartened ones.

How to lean on someone when everything becomes too much too fast.

"Hey, um. . ." Your voice drew Kabu from his thoughts. He blinked, watching you shuffle around at the door of his office. "Uh. . ."

Kabu felt his heart grow warm as you struggled to find your words. 'Yes, firefly?"

You huffed. "Dad, do you-"

Your throat seemed to close around your words when Kabu's eyes widened. Everything froze, from his heart to your fidgeting. Kabu wondered, did he hear you right? Did you really see him that way?

"Never mind." You squeaked out before he could even smile. Seemed that flub stole all the air from your lungs. "I figured it out. Bye."

"Hold on!" Kabu called, but you were booking it. Kabu had to run to catch you before you disappeared off into the gym, but he managed to snag your arm before you even made it out of the office area. "Hey, hey-"

Kabu's own voice failed him when he saw your face. Your eyes were glassy, cracking with tears that dripped down your ruddy cheeks. Your shoulders jumped with gasps for air, but you were trying so hard to keep it contained that you were suffocating yourself.

Kabu pulled you into his chest, arms tight. "C'mon, firefly, breathe. Just breathe." You struggled to inhale, choking on a sob. "Shh, shh, you're okay-"

"M'not." You whined.

"Why? Cause you called me your dad?" The weak joke did not land, judging by your increased sobbing, so Kabu was quick to continue. "Everyone has done it, not just you." You buried your face in the crook of your arm to hide it. "And I am honored you think of me like a father."

That gave you pause. "Huh. . ?"

"You've been alone for so long." Kabu carefully brushed back your hair. His thumbs, so calloused and warm, stroked your cheek to clear the sticky tears. "Won't you lean on me?"

You leaned into him more. You were weighed down into his arms, but Kabu easily held you.

He'd hold you until it all felt a little lighter.

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hope you like it!!!

~Renee

I saw you’re requesting Jjk so maybe you and Nanami agree he can quit working since it’s tiring him out so much if he’s your cute househusband (the art you reblogged inspired this) and he treats you right when you come home because it’s what master deserves (is that too much? Feel free to ignore if it is)

Kick Off Your Shoes

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝~Sub!Afab!Nanami Kento x Dom!Male!Reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝~Not to much at all! Ngl breeding kink kind of jumped out of me at the domesticness of this so I made him afab 😭 (I need to impregnate him)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝~Cw: Cunnlingus, squirting, creampie, slight breeding kink (more of just filling him up but baby mention), slight baby talk at the end and soft sex lol

Kento was a man who couldn’t stand working. Whether it be long hours and overnights spent at the office as a salaryman, or fighting horrific curses and protecting people as a sorcerer. He grew up knowing and understanding the purpose of hard work. But god, he fucking HATED it.

Though, after he met you and married you, it made it more bearable. He had a reason to come home, to be happy, to work. He wasn’t just running on autopilot waiting for something or someone to take him out anymore. He had a new purpose, you.

After Shibuya Kento had gotten enough money to run away with you to his dream, Malaysia. The two of you bought that dream house you always wanted right by the water. Seeing it was amazing, experiencing it was like paradise. Paradise with you.

Since you two made enough money to leave thanks to Kento, you decided to take the brunt and work on his behalf. He’d done so much, ‘it’s my turn’, you thought to yourself. So with that revelation Kento decided that he would be the one to take care of the house. You always joked with him about being your househusband and now he finally was.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You soon returned home as you parked your car in the garage. You took a deep breath inhaling the ocean air before you walked up the steps. You grabbed your keys opening the door and kicking off your shoes. Your nose was directed to the sound of humming. You smiled to yourself feeling the warmth of the house, and the smell of something yummy pulling you to the kitchen.

“Hey honey.” You smiled softly as you saw Kento with his apron on. He currently had flour dusted over his forearms, hands and cheeks. You hummed as he glanced up to you with a soft smile. “Hey handsome.” You walked over as you kissed him on the lips.

“Food smells delicious.” You smirk to yourself as he helped you take your suit coat off after washing his hands. He saw how tense you were as he trailed a hand down your back. He sighed as he gently put his hands on your broad shoulders. You spoke softly, “I’m okay for now, let’s eat.”

He then pulled his hands away before nodding. “Yeah, let’s eat.” He smiled softly at you as he kissed you on the cheek. He sat you down as he got you a plate of pasta and the homemade bread he made. He then poured you a glass of red wine as he gave a wink.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

As you were getting ready for bed you felt Kento’s hands run from your waist to your chest, his head going to the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent as he then brought his hands to the waist of your belt giving a gentle tug. You gripped his wrist gently as you pushed him back on the bed. He gave you a look of protest but you shot him your own which shut him up.

“You know this calms me.” You spoke softly as you pulled his pants off leaving him in his navy blue boxers. You smiled as you ran your finger along his clothed pussy feeling the heat emanating from it. “Please…” he spoke softly.

Who were you to deny your sweet man? You pulled his briefs off with a slick move as you observed his soaked center. You trailed your thumb between his lips as you softly rubbed his clit in tight circles. You watched as he clenched around nothing, slick dripping like a waterfall.

You saw how much he wanted to beg but he stayed quiet, this was your time to wind down. You continued inspecting his pussy as you gently pushed a finger to his hilt. He moaned softly as he moved his hand to your shoulder. You began slowly pumping a finger in and out as you looked up to see his reactions.

He had his head relaxed against the pillow as he moaned softly. Groans and whimpers slipping past his slick lips. Another finger was pushed into him as you began curling your fingers inside. You listened in awe to the squelch and wetness of his dripping pussy around your fingers.

You smiled softly as you leaned down, mouth enveloping his swollen clit as you circled your lips around the bud. His toes curled as he let out a loud groan. He propped himself up on his elbows as he looked down at you. Heavy eyes peering up at him as you lost yourself in the taste of his musk.

Kento began groaning and grunting increasingly louder as you felt his walls begin to tighten. You pulled your fingers out as you roughly rubbed his clit with two precise fingers back and forth. His back arched as he let out a cry, liquid spurting out in small streams onto you and the sheets.

“There he is… shhhh, atta boy…” you smiled as you popped your fingers into your mouth sucking on them. He stared at you dazedly before he registered you sliding your belt off. “I’d eat you out longer but…. I’m aching for you honey… think you can take some more?” You asked softly.

He nodded quickly as you chuckled. “I’m going to pound you nice and deep… cum in you nice and deep.. I know that pussy wants it… doesn’t it?” You asked softly knowing he wasn’t really going to give you an answer. Though the flush on his face was enough to tell you.

You slid your pulsing flesh back and forth on his sloppy cunt before you gripped yourself and slowly pushed in. You slid into the hilt as you pulled his legs together and put them along your body. You wrapped your arms around them as you began thrusting.

He gripped the back of his pillow as his jaw dropped open with a soft moan. As much as you wanted to fuck him slow and soft… the stress from work and his warm vice around you was driving you up a wall. You began thrusting back and forth focusing on each expression his handsome face gave.

Slicked back blond strands falling in his face, hazel eyes squeezed shut, face scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed. He looked like he was trying to solve a complex arithmetic problem. You smiled softly at him as you thrusted back, forth, back, forth. His pussy sloshing around you as he sucked your dick back in as soon as you pulled back.

“Sucking me in soooo tight…. You want me to cum in you? Fill that pussy and give you my baby?” You asked curiously with a coo as you trailed a reassuring hand down to his hip as you gave a squeeze. “Y-yeah- ah~ so good… m’ so full!” He exclaimed as his hazel eyes peered open.

You adjusted your position so that his legs were over both of your shoulders. You leaned over him as you put your elbows on his side as you kissed him passionately. You watched as he brought his hand down to his clit, mewling into your mouth as he began vigorously rubbing his clit.

You began feeling that telltale sign of orgasm impending as you cooed. “You want to cum with me? Want to cream on my dick honey?” You asked softly. Tone not at all fitting the filthy words coming out your mouth. He nodded rapidly as he threw his head back.

He wrapped his arms around your neck as you brought your own hand back down to his clit. You picked up your pace on everything as he clamped down on you. You let out a groan into his neck as you both were set over the edge by one another. You felt your orgasm deep in your stomach as you came inside him, heavy balls emptying inside while he squirted all over your stomach and the bed.

You hummed as you stayed in him. “Think it’s gonna take?” You asked him softly to which he smiled holding your hand with his ringed one. “Hopefully… I think a little one would be a nice addition to the family…” he looked down to where you guys met. “They’ll be perfect huh?”

He nodded with a grin. “Just like you..”

A/n: Hopefully you guys fw afab Nanami. Ngl, love writing with pussy involved lmao. Certified munch 😚🤳🏽. Anyways, see you guys in the next!

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