#lemme go cry omce again

[5sechardys]

Hi. Welcome back to: Keyanah is a mess. This. THIS IS WHAT I DESERVE. They hugged guys. They hugged. AND I KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN. Was I prepared? Nope. Did I cry? Yep. Am I still crying? Definitely.

[wickednerdery]

Title: Alive Author: WickedNerdery Fandom: Dr Strange/Legion/X-Men/Deadpool Pairing/character: OMC/Christine Palmer Rating: FRM Summary:  “It changes you…it changes everything.” Notes: Just a little loving between Dr Strange’s Christine Palmer and an OC of mine from my Marvel Universe fanfic, Carey, who’s a mutant.  It gets a “Read More” cut because it’s NSFW and long, lol!

“Hey…Hey, look at me,” she insisted, nudging his head up every time it dipped.  “Carey, he’s safe.  He’ll be safe…he’ll be fine.”

Carey’s hand cradled the back of her neck.  “It changes you…it changes everything.”  He wasn’t arguing, he was remembering; witnessing that sort of violence, losing his mother to it, changed him.  It would change Oliver.  He’d never be fine, not really.  “It…kills.”

“He’s not dead…neither are you,” Christine reassured, more when his hand around her waist tightened.  “You’re alive.”  She set her hands on his neck and face.  “You’re okay…you’re good.”

“Don’t feel it.”  Any of it.  The worst part of fighting Calder wasn’t the violence or the fear the boy would end up killed…it was that he understood Calder in doing it.  That raw, aching, hate in the heart was something he felt far too often even before the Weapons Program.

Christine forced his eyes to hers once again, her lips brushing his in the process.  Her hand went to his chest.  “Your heart beats, same as mine.  You hurt, feel…” Her lips brushed his again.  “You care…You’re alive.”

His kiss was testing, unsure.  For once he was worried; worried she’d reject him, worried he’d hurt her.  It wasn’t just that he realized how human she was - how human he wasn’t - but he actually gave a shit.  Her opinion mattered, she mattered.

Her lips opened, tongue sought his.  He held to her like a drowning man, breathed in her scent, and she relaxed against him.  Whatever he thought of himself, she saw the good in him.  The man concerned for his soul, the man caring for others, willing to put himself on the line to do what he thought was best.  She took his hand from her back and led him toward the bedroom.

“Ya sure?”  He couldn’t believe he’d asked it himself.

She gave a single.  “More than.”

Carey’s kiss was only slightly more confident once in the bedroom; his hands shook in touching her as steady fingers worked the buttons of his shirt.  He gave her the lead, settled back on the bed and held as she straddled.  His breath growled slightly as she rolled her hips, more as a hand went to his belt-buckle.

There was a roughness to his hands from years of fighting and handling weapons, but his touch was delicate as he pushed her shirt up, unclasped her bra.  Christine explored his mouth, brushed tongue across hot metal fangs, enjoyed the vibration of his moans.  She huffed a smile when he suddenly gripped her to bring them toward the head of the bed.

“Okay?”

“Yes,” she assured.

His kiss got more confident, a fraction more demanding, before his mouth moved down to her shoulder, then up her neck.  Instinct kicked in, he bit, and she gave a slight jump.  “Fuck, sorry.”  Carey immediately knew, careful as he’d been, he’d drawn blood.  “You alright?”  He wiped the red away, cradled her neck.  “Fuck…”

“Carey, I’m fine,” she smiled softly.  “Just hope I’m not anemic.”

He paused, unsure, then chuckled.  “Feel like a fuckin’ kid,” he confessed, red-faced.

“That good or bad?”

"You tell me.”

“Good.”  She kissed him reassuringly.  “Endearing.” Reinforcing that he cared more than he realized, which only made her want him more.  She’d fallen for the bad boys and cocky men - Stephen included - enough times by now to know they weren’t worth the heartache in the end.  Maybe this would be a one-time thing, but she already knew it’d be worth it.  She nipped his neck, moved down to his chest as she spread open his shirt.  Her lips pressed against his dog tags before she let out a comforting “shhh” when he muttered her name, knowing he was about to offer to remove them. 

Christine’s mouth traveled down, hands tugging at his pants before she brushed pubic hair and hard-on.  He gave a grunting-gasp, sat up some.  “Come ‘ere…”  He offered his hand, ran it through her hair as he wrapped her up when she returned to his arms.

Carey bit back a throaty growl as she slowly slipped the head of his cock inside her, teasing both of them with the promise of more.  His second attempt to hold back failed utterly as the wet heat of her sex enveloped him, inch by inch, and she made her own debauched sounds of pleasure.  He sat up enough to remove his shirt, then hers, before kissing her breasts as she slowly rolled her hips.

Whatever nerves he had faded into the pleasure of her; her trusting eyes, her sweet smell, her soft noises of arousal, the taste of her skin.  The strange security of being inside her as she kissed him; the ability to let go and give her the reins beyond just the physical act.  Only when she picked up the pace, only when she grew demanding of more, did he act to oblige.

She closed all distance between them, ground against his pelvis, tightened up as she felt his cock begin to swell.  Christine took his hands, held them above his head with hers, as she rode harder, faster.  Now it was her turn to shake as that fire in her belly grew wild, then burst forth in the long cry of orgasm…an orgasm that triggered Carey’s.

The moment Christine’s hands moved, his held her to him as if worried she’d leave, somehow change her mind and regret what they’d done.  He stayed inside her, kissing her, not yet willing to leave this newfound place of security and acceptance.  She smiled into his kisses, ran fingers through his hair as she rested on his chest…she’d no intention of leaving.

Aside from the joys of writing smut with Carey, this does have a point, lol!  I wanted to show how different it is from him and Emi - more intimate, more important - because Carey does, in fact, care deeply for Christine…certainly more than other lovers and possibly more than he realizes, even now.  Also the point of this is different; it’s more about comfort/reassurance than, haha, getting off, which is also why Deadpool’s not around for this one, lol!  (PS: Anemic = lack of iron in the blood, Christine made a medical/vampire joke, haha!)

Main Story: Part 1, Part 2,  Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33 (NSFW)  Part 34  Part 35  Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39  Part 40  Part 41 

(Ash NSFW Prequel Piece, St Patrick’s Day Prequel, Dusty’s Trauma Extra)

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[wickednerdery]

Title: Back in the Saddle Author: WickedNerdery Fandom: Dr Strange/Legion/X-Men/Deadpool Pairing/character: OMC/OFC, Wade Wilson Rating: FRM Summary: “…He’d nearly forgotten what a woman felt like…” Notes: This focuses on an OC of mine from my Marvel Universe fanfic, Carey, who’s a mutant….but Deadpool’s also there, haha!  It gets a “Read More” cut because it’s NSFW and a bit long, lol!

After more than two years he’d nearly forgotten what a woman felt like; the soft, smooth, skin with hints of muscle underneath if they were fit like she was. He could taste a mix of cherry balm and vodka on her lips…and smell the mutant in her blood.  Carey breathed her in with every kiss, growled a response to her moans as his tongue did its best to block hers from his teeth.

“Good evening, if you’re just tuning in we have a very special after-hours event featuring Carey ‘Carebear’ Floyd and that hot chick from the bar.”  Wade sipped at the juice box.  “Not for the kiddies…Oh, tops are coming off.”

Her nails left barely-there marks down his chest before he pulled her up against him, kissed harder as his hands moved to her tank.  “Been awhile?” She teased a bit as she nipped his tongue, bit his lower lip.  “Maybe I just can’t control myself around someone so beautiful?” Carey countered with a smile.  She laughed, aided the removal of her top and bra. 

“Let’s take a moment to appreciate the natural fullness of the breasts, shall we?  No silicone for this lady, she’s all natural.”

They walked back towards the bed, stepping out of the rest of their clothes along the way.  She bit, sucked hard, across Carey’s neck and chest; he was careful not to bite hers, though mark it he did.  Tight grip on his hair, she pulled Carey to his knees before her as she settled back onto the bed.

“For the inexperienced or uneducated in the audience, this is called cunnilingus.”  Wade sucked hard on the tiny plastic straw as the woman gave a long, full, cry of arousal.  “And, from the sound of it, Carebear understands it’s importance.”

He caught the floods of her in his mouth, savored the taste and sucked her clit so she twitched under him.  “Fuck me,” she ordered without breath.  Carey trailed his mouth and body up hers, detoured with kisses and deep inhales of her intoxicating scent.  “Fuck me,” she repeated into his mouth as she took control of his cock.

The straw gurgled, juice box collapsed, in time with Carey’s groan.  “…And we have penetration, folks.  Nice, long, penetration…” Wade tossed the juice box.  “It’d be wrong to start touching myself, wouldn’t it?”

Every thrust was an attempt to go deeper, feel more, as she wrapped herself around him…locked him into her.  They shared huffs of air, grunted like animals, grabbing and clawing at each other.  She bit him again and, this time, Carey bit back.  “AH FUCK!!”  Her nails dug into the back of his neck, head fell back, inviting it.

Carey’s vision changed, he saw a man in rags with a nasty, knowing, smirk tilt his head, raise his hand, and start to shake the earth…

“New Orleans, we have a problem…” Wade sipped from his new juice box.

…Then he was back.  Back in a sleazy motel in New Orleans, back inside of a beautiful woman.  Carey let go of her neck, shifted to hide his bloodied mouth, but she caught and kissed it just the same.  The unflinching acceptance caused Carey to grunt his appreciation as he fucked with renewed vigor.

“…Nice recovery by Hot Chick, she’s a keeper,” Wade noted.

They picked up a harsher pace as Carey gave occasional sucks and licks to her wounded neck.  She moaned when his hand slipped between them, began to shake in his arms.  He had to turn his head, go for the nearby pillow, to keep from tearing at her again.  Muscles tensed, cock swelled, throat growled as Carey attempted to go deeper in orgasm.

“Oh!  A screamer and a squirter…definitely a keeper!”

As her orgasm overwhelmed, her entire being seemed to encourage his to continue.  They soaked each other in arousal; sweating, shivering, together they worked to catch their respective breaths.  Carey removed his hand from her clit while his other went to the bleeding marks on her neck.  “Sorry, ‘bout that,” he huffed, voice soft, guilty. 

“It’ll heal,” she smiled with a playful bite to his lip.  “I’m Emi, by the way.”

“Carey.”

“I know.”

“How?”

Her smile grew.  “I’ve been waiting for you…you and your friend outside.”

Wade’s mouth lay open across his straw.  “Well…shit…”

I swear I had to take short giggle-breaks writing this thanks to Deadpool…I’m hoping it’s still at least kinda sexy though.  Not sure yet how long Emi will be around, but she’s a mutant who can (at least) see into the future to an extent and, because he drank her mutant blood, Carey was also briefly able to…not saying what his quick vision meant though, you’ll find out later lol!  Also, apparently, Carey’s known last name is Floyd.

Main Story: Part 1, Part 2,  Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  

(Ash NSFW Prequel Piece, St Patrick’s Day Prequel, Dusty’s Trauma Extra)

(Both gifs from Google.)

Because they may care: @zoesmama2024 @wadeyourebarelyalive @crazytxgradstudent @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @princesschyanne @thejulietfarciertlove …Wanna be tagged, just lemme know!