Writers Block Is So Fun

writers block is so fun 🙏🏼

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

any smut w pilot x reader where u ride him?? :p

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐙚 summary: it’s summer in vegas; what better way to spend your day than on your boyfriends dick??? (there is no better way to spend your day)

𐙚 warnings: SMUT!!! he’s so delicious, piv, unprotected, dirty talk, mention of drugs, like, once, but they’re not taken by either, creampie, not proofread

𐙚 notes: pilot makes me weak in the knees, he’s my number one favorite boy

It was summer, and, of course, hot it Las Vegas; when was it not? The day was too slow for it to be a hundred and two degrees and Pilot was sweating his balls off. He already took a freezing shower, also having requested that Jack get him into a random lady’s pool, though he was denied, and he was still burning up. He looked around his bland room, trying to find something to distract him, not with much luck. His undershirt was soaked, which wasn’t very pleasant, but it was better than nothing. Pilot was going to go insane if he didn’t find something to do. Well, he did have one thing.

Picking up his cell off of the bedside table, he’s quick to dial his girlfriend’s number, having it memorized from how often he called. Waiting for you to pick up, he picks at the string on his shorts, staring up at the ceiling. “Hello?” You sounded absolutely miserable, your voice raspy and your tone annoyed. “This is officer Damon, I’m calling to let you know that you are under arrest,” he says, deepening his voice, snickering to himself as if he were the funniest man in the world. “Hi, Pilot,” you responds, completely unamused. He snorts, rolling his eyes at your attitude.

“I miss you,” Pilot laughs, running a hand through his damp hair, ceiling fan slowly beginning to stop working. He huffs, shaking his head at the piece of shit. It wasn’t doing much to begin with. “I miss you, too,” your answer being sweeter than it had been previously. He bites the inside of his cheek, scratching his chin lazily. “You wanna come over?” Pilot was always happy to see you, no matter the temperature or conditions. Who cared if he was drenched in sweat? As long as he ended the day with you drenched, he didn’t care. “Yeah, sure.”

It wasn’t long before the sound of your car door slamming caught his attention, though he doesn’t bother to get up. Like he expected, you stepped into his room only a minute later. “You should lock your door. Don’t you have drugs in here? You could get robbed,” you hum, dropping a bag on the floor before dropping down on the bed next to him. “It’s unlocked because I knew you were coming over,” he lies, giving a cheesy smile as he puts a hand on your thigh. “How are you not sweating,” he follows up, quirking a brow. With a shrug of your shoulders, you put your hand over his. “Ice bath.” He scoffs at your answer, his eyes returning to the ceiling. “Well, it’s gonna get hot in here, might wanna take these off,” he teases, tugging at the hem of your shorts.

“Oh, convenient for you, huh,” you snort, smacking his hand. Pilot lets out a soft chuckle, reaching for his tank top. “Just a suggestion,” he shrugs, tugging off the sweaty top. You roll your eyes at him, lying down next to him. “Yeah, thanks.” A relaxing silence takes over Pilot’s room, his fingers tapping against your thigh. “You wanna get naked,” he asks out of the blue, turning to look at you. You almost want to laugh at the absurdity, but after a moment of hesitation, you purse your lips. “You’re awful,” you say, shaking your head. “Awful for appreciating how beautiful my girlfriend is?”

With another roll of your eyes, you look away. “You’re just a pussy addict,” you say, which he doesn’t deny. He lets out a little hum, placing his hands on his stomach. “You don’t wanna bang?” He grins, pinching your nose shut, only with the purpose of being annoying. Swatting his hand away, you frown, brows furrowed. “I didn’t say that.” He squints at you, puckering his lips. “You look like an idiot,” you laugh, pushing his face away. “You wanna sex me up. That’s disgusting, Y/n, please control yourself,” he jokes, managing to keep a rather straight face. “So are we having sex or not?” You asks, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

It wasn’t even a minute later before the two of you had dropped your clothes on the floor, teeth clashing together as you made out. The smell of sweat mingled with the heavy sent of arousal as Pilot leaned down,

sucking on your collar bone, taking your nipples between his fingers, making no effort to be gentle. Letting out a huff, you grab at the roots of his messy hair, grinding against his bare thigh. “Fuck, baby, you’re just so pretty, gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget the heat,” he mumbles, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His favorite part of all of this was hearing your moans. It made him feel proud, knowing he was getting to you. “Christ, Pilot,” you spit, his hands grabbing at your hips.

He sits, now with his back against the head board of his bed, pulling you onto his lap, taking his dick and one hand, the other supporting the back of your thigh. “Look how desperate you are, can’t even suck my cock, you just gotta have it in that pussy,” he groans, nearly cumming just at the sight of how wet you were. “Wanna act so tough all the time. Fuck, I’ll let you do all the work for once, you wanna that,” he asks, stroking himself before pulling you down onto his cock, hardly giving you time to breathe. “Fuck, Pilot, oh my god,” you whine, nose pushed into the crook of his neck. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy. You gonna move, or what,” he continues, involuntarily bucking his hips upwards. He brings his hands down, thumb brushing over your clit as you begin to grind into his lap. Your whimper leave him mindless, both of his hands moving under each of your thighs to lift you up, dropping you back down immediately after.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, if you don’t move I’m gonna go crazy,” he says, prompting you to slowly move up and down his cock. When you came back to the world of the living, you began to bounce, the sound of sweaty skin colliding, grunts, and moans filling his empty bedroom. “Pilot, holy shit,” you huff, picking up your speed and aggression. “Fuck, Y/n, so fucking pretty on top of my cock. Might have to do this all the time,” he groans, pulling at your nipple with his thumb, burying his face in your tits. He leaves bruising hickies behind all over your chest, going back to place gentle kisses over them. “I love you, holy shit,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders. He throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, Inlove you so fucking much. Cum on my cock, baby, holy,” he begins, pulling you down hard, helping you finish up. You can feel your stomach burning, pussy tightening around his dick. He lets out a string of curses, letting go and cumming inside of you, though he continues to pull you down on his dick over and over until your eyes rolled back, his name falling from your lips a plethora of times. “Shit,” he says sharply, resting his head against the headboard for a moment, letting you take a moment as he pushes your head onto his shoulder. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you were so good. Damn,” he whispers, kissing the side of your head.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before you pull yourself off of him, resting on your back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m still hot. Wanna go again and see if the earth freezes over,” Pilot says, looking down at you with an amused expression. “Shut the fuck up,” you laughs, rubbing your eyes. “Hey, you never know until you try. We gotta start working on rebuilding the population, you know. Anyone who’s outside is gonna get hypothermia,” he notes, almost sounding serious as he lays down next to you, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. “You’re awful,” you shake your head, taking the same hand to cover his mouth. “That’s what you said before you were bouncing on my dick. Bonus points because you said you love me, high score because you came like a fucking waterfall,” he continues, only trying to egg on your annoyance. With a quiet laugh, you smack the top of his head. “You’re so gross.” He grins, looking back up at the ceiling. “I’m pretty sure you said that, too.”

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