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All new all different Tony and MCU Tony

I read something made me really sad on Twitter:  “the people tony trusted are either dead or being hunted down, hurt, killed by people tony considered his friends. he can’t trust anyone.” 

But I think… He can trust himself

So I did this

“ I’m sorry for your loss ”

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𐙚⋆˙j’s note: this was lowkey inspired by a mutual whom i adore deeply. warning: hinted age gap﹒nsfw

you hold out your hand, admiring the sparkly pink of your nails, each one decked out with tiny rhinestones, bows, and little hearts. grinning, you nudge logan’s arm, holding your hand up next to his.

“look at my claws, lo,” you wiggle your fingers with a flourish. “pretty and dangerous. bet you’re scared huh?” logan glances down, giving a grunt. “terrified. you gonna claw me to death with those?”

“i might,” you reply, batting your lashes. “you’d be my very first victim, you know. don’t think you could handle it.” at this, logan huffs a breath, crossing his arms. he looks down at your nails again, then back up at you with that deadpan, ‘old man that has seen too all’ look. “that so?” he reaches out to gently hold your hand, the rough callous of his thumb brushing over the tiny pink bow. “well bub, they’re cute, i’ll give ya that.” there’s a softness in his eyes as he gives the verdict, lips twitching up ever so slightly. you rest your other hand on his chest, tapping one glittery nail over his heart.

“bet you never thought you’d end up with a girl with pink acrylic claws, huh?” at this, logan chuckles, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “nope. but i can’t say i mind.”

later that night, while he’s pounding into your cunt, you end up leaving numerous scratches on his back after all… though he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

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Kinktober #23

23. Licking // Degradation // Breeding (Old Man Logan x Reader)

Logan knows he should use protection.

He’s pretty sure you’re on the pill. He goddamn hopes so, anyway, he’s far too old to be a father. His bones ache with age in a way they never have done before and the idea of knocking you up terrifies him, if he’s honest. 

But.

Oh, lord knows he is weak when you spread your soft little legs, look up at him with those doe-wide eyes and bat your eyelashes. They’re so thick and heavy, like a pair of butterflies that have alighted on you, ones he wants to feel flutter against his skin when you bury your face into his neck.

Your cunt is always so warm and welcoming. What sort of man would be he if he didn’t give himself over to you, body and soul? Anything to make you smile, make you happy. His perfect little thing. His. His. 

“Logan…” you sigh, an emphasis on the o as he slides into you, so hard he has to bite his lip with enough force to draw blood so he doesn’t come on the spot. He lets you both settle: you to adjust to his size and him to your heat, and then he slowly begins to move his cock in and out of you, luxuriating in the sweet grip of your cunt. 

“You like that, huh?” he chuckles as you writhe and wriggle beneath him, simultaneously feeling like it’s too much and not enough. He knows you want every facet of himself he has to give and even then you will still be hungry for more Logan, Logan, Logan.

You nod, scratching your bitten nails down his back and leaving lines which don’t fade as fast as they used to. Nocking your ankles together over his hips to keep his thrusts shallow and hard, the scratchy hair at his base rough on your clit. 

And then there they are: those doe eyes. The eyes he’d die for.

“Logan… finish inside?”

The conversation you have every time. He wants to say no, he argues against it without much force. 

“Baby, you know I shouldn’t…”

“Please, please, please… wanna feel you… wanna feel you come deep in me, flood me with it, Logan… put a baby in me…”

He can smell the ripeness in your blood. If he comes inside of you it’ll be more dangerous than usual. 

But. 

“Please?” again, desperate, pretty eyes filling with tears. Oh god damn it, he is so weak. He drops his hand to play with your clit until you flood him with an orgasm, then follows it with his own, shot deep inside your swallowing cunt. You gasp in pleasure and hold him close when he collapses, not bothering to slide out of you, instead locked in this intimate caress. 

“Love you, Lo…” you sigh, dreamy, empty-headed. 

“Love you too, baby.”

It would be nice to see you round with him. Then nobody could argue who you belong to.

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Kinktober #22

22. Deepthroating // Thigh Riding or Fucking // Choking (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

Logan, to his credit, isn’t saying a goddamn word. Just watching you both, relaxed back into the couch, cigar smouldering slowly in one hand as he spreads his thighs. There’s that half-smirk he lets slip when something is really working for him, eyes dark with desire as you and Wade are at work.

Oh, and how you are at work.

Usually when you and Wade team up you’re able to break down Logan’s walls, twinned smiles and batted lashes crumbling his defences until he’s giving in to your advances. Not that it’s ever anything but consensual, of course, nobody could make Logan do anything he didn’t want to — but he secretly enjoys the game of it as much as the both of you do, of rolling his eyes and falling into bed.

However, this time when you’d both started kissing along his neck, reaching under his shirt, he’d pushed you both away.

“Game’s on,” he’d said, gesturing to the hockey on the TV.

“But honey badger, if we don’t fuck you we’ll die. Can you live with that on your conscience?” Wade had whined. Logan had rolled his eyes and then spread his legs, patting his jean-clad thighs.

“Fine. If the two of you are that desperate, hop on. Just don’t block the screen.”

So, with a twinned look of well I’m up for it if you are, you both had. 

Your cunt is desperately wet as you drag yourself up and down Logan’s thigh. You’re glad that the leggings you put on this morning don’t offer much of a barrier between you and him, your clit catching on the roughness of the fabric and sending a wave of pleasure through you. You shoot a look over to Wade who’s dropped his head to Logan’s shoulder as he thrusts, his cock leaving a damp patch while it’s trapped in his grey sweatpants. The look of it is delicious and though you’re tempted to reach over and touch Wade, you think Logan wants you both concentrated on him. 

And that’s absolutely goddamn fine. 

Logan reaches to the ashtray he’s resting on the sofa to stub out the butt of his cigar, and then you feel warmth at your back as he lays a hand on the base of your spine. He does the same to Wade with his other, holding you both close as you drag yourselves up and down the meat of his thighs. It’s a surprisingly tender gesture compared to the filthiness of what’s happening.

“That’s it,” he rumbles to neither one of you in particular, but the sentiment still eked deep from his chest, sweet and caring. “Take what you need. I’ve got you both.”

“Holy shit, peanut. Have you always been this dirty, just holding out on us…?” mutters Wade as his hips speed up, utterly entranced at the way Logan can be so casual with his filthy mouth. You cling onto his flannel and, when a little whine escapes you, you see Logan grab the remote and turn the volume down so he can hear the symphony you and Wade make even better.

“We’re all yours, Logan,” you whisper, dragging your lips over the shell of his ear. He chuckles and oh, you could hear that sound forever and ever.

“I know, baby, I know. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Hi Avo!! If it’s no trouble could I ask for DP+W headcanons with a reader who has a kid (like 2 to 4 years old) from a previous relationship??

If not that’s totally fine!! Rest up broski and take care of yourself!!

💜💜💜

Logan is a little awkward around your kid at first, kinda not entirely sure how to act. He’d never admit it but he’s nervous. Doesn’t want to put you off by scaring your child to death with his whole… well, way that he is. He’s lucky, though, because kiddo thinks he’s great. The fact he can pick kiddo up like they weigh nothing and throw them in the air is a huge boon. They love to hold his hand on days out, and he’s the one who carries them back to the car when they’re too tired to walk. You take a picture of them asleep in his arms and set it as your phone lockscreen. Logan’s so fucking happy, man. He loves you so much and is so glad everything has worked out; and when kiddo starts calling him “dad��� it’s the best god damn day of his life.

Wade knows he needs to get your kid onside asap. You’ve made it clear kiddo is the most important thing in your life and he’s absolutely smitten with you - he has to prove he can be a good role model. The way he does this is by buying into kiddo’s games 100%. Tea parties? Catch him wearing a bonnet and slamming down cups of imaginary earl grey. Play shopping? He’s always the cashier for as long as kiddo wants him to be, and this can go on for hours on end. Bluey binge watches? He’s right there on the sofa with healthy snacks to share. Soon him and kiddo are best buds, and when you turn and whisper to him one day “you’re really good at this, Wade,” he just fucking melts.

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Kinktober #31

31. Free For All - Voyeurism (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

a/n: 1.4k words of pure porn to round off the season. this one goes out to @eupheme who, when asked what she wanted to see for my final Kinktober, said more of Logan watching. so I was happy to deliver 😌 Thank you to everyone who's been commenting, and reblogging! I love you all!

Logan has learned a lot since moving in with Wade.

He’s learned that he can live with other people, but maybe he shouldn’t. It’s a good day if he doesn’t dismember the merc to be honest, what with the way he runs his mouth all the damn time. (He wonders if this was something he really learned though, or something he picked up at the mansion which has become solidified after tripping over Wade’s abandoned suit one too many times).

But he’s also learned that he likes the sound of life around him, Althea making her coffee, the rumble of traffic outside, the neighbours’ chatter in the hallway. He’s learned he enjoys being touched. Oh, how he loves being touched. Wade’s hand on his bicep for just a beat too long to be friendly when the two of them are laughing about something, your hand brushing against his when he’s helping you with the dishes.

Touches, yeah. 

And he’s also learned that he likes to look.

His eyes will settle heavy on you and Wade when you kiss. He watches the way Wade will press a hand to the back of your head to keep you in place, the way your fingers will snake up his abdomen and come to rest on the mottled skin of your boyfriend’s chest. The way Wade’s tongue will slip into your mouth.

The way you smile while biting it.

And you both know he loves to watch the two of you, and you’ve both done nothing to discourage it. In fact, from the way he finds the two of you practically dry-humping on the couch every other day, you’re both enjoying it as much as he is. Is it the being observed that gets you off, or the fact that it’s him doing the watching? Logan thinks maybe both, from the way you’ll rub your ass up against Wade’s bulge and then, in tandem, the two of you will turn to look at him.

He’s probably getting too old for this shit. But he can’t stop. Doesn’t want to, honestly.

The night begins quietly, the three of you bundled up on the sofa to watch a movie. Something action-based, lots of explosions, women in tiny shorts and fast cars. At some point you moved yourself into Wade’s lap and started cuddling up together, and Logan can’t deny that he felt a pang of… something in his chest when the chasm on the sofa opened and he lost the closeness of other bodies to his.

But then you started rubbing Wade’s dick over his sweats and Logan’s attention was caught.

“Someone’s feeling frisky tonight, huh?” Wade mutters into your ear as you shift yourself to be chest-to-chest with him. You giggle and press your mouth to his, luxuriating in a long and passionate kiss. Logan feels blood pump through his body at a mile a minute. The film is forgotten about immediately. 

“Mmm, just wanna fuck you on the couch, baby,” you sigh against his lips, reaching out to catch one between your teeth and nibble at it. Wade moans in your mouth and the two of you look over to Logan.

“Oh, Logan won’t mind, will you, Lo?” you breathe. Logan feels his jeans get tighter as your voice makes him half-hard, the promise of a show.

A beat.

All he can do is grip his beer bottle and nod his consent.

“Do it,” he growls. You and Wade both grin and continue.

Wade’s hands come to the hem of your shirt and lift it up, and holy fuck you aren’t wearing a bra. Logan watches the way the mercenary starts sucking at your nipples, bringing one and then the other between his lips, cementing the nickname of Mouth. He moans around the soft skin of your breast in a way which has you bucking up into him.

“Fuck, baby, did you do this on purpose? Not wear anything under your shirt because you wanted to show off for our Peanut, here?”

The giggle you let out is all the answer that’s needed, and suddenly Logan is aware that he’s rocking into the meat of his own palm. The friction of the denim is just rough enough to get him a little harder, keep him teased. Wade cocks his head.

“So if I reached down here…”

His hand dips below the belt of your jeans and he groans.

“No panties? Baby, you’re killing me here…”

“Can’t blame me for wanting ease of access. Took all my strength not to wear a skirt and bend over all evening. A preshow, I guess,” you hum, as Logan watches the way Wade works his fingers in and out of you beneath your pants. When the merc pulls back to inspect, they’re covered to the knuckle in slick.

In an act he isn’t expecting, Wade holds them out to Logan.

“Want a taste of her?”

Logan stops fucking up into his own hand for a moment, so shocked by the blatant filth of it… but when he sees the way the two of you look at him, with twinned wide-eyed expressions of hope and pure lust…

He opens his mouth and licks Wade’s fingers clean. As he does, he hears you both mutter a ‘fu-uu-uck’. 

“I didn’t say stop,” says Logan, pulling away and nodding at you. Wade scrambles to undo your jeans and you’re all too eager to help, sitting naked in his lap within seconds. Logan takes a beat to admire the shape of your body, pretty thing, especially the warm wet cunt between your legs that Wade is currently circling with those drenched fingers.

“Seeing as honey badger got me nice and ready for you…” he sighs, pressing them inside your hole. You gasp and drop your forehead to Wade’s shoulder, allowing him to fuck you with his hand for a moment, the noise loud and obscene in a total betrayal of how wet you are. Damn, you’re just as filthy as Wade. Logan opens his mouth to verbalise this but only lets out a moan as you slip Wade from his sweats.

Wade’s cock is about what he imagined, though he’d never confess to imagining it at all. Curved, decently thick, bobbing against his stomach in eagerness as you spit on it from above. You jerk him off for a couple of strokes before pressing his head up against your soaked cunt. You’ve left wet patches on his sweats, staining light grey dark with your arousal. Proof that this is happening.

Logan is ravenous as he undoes his fly and takes his cock into his hand properly, starting to rock into the calloused grip of his fingers as you sink down on Wade. All three of you groan in pleasure, and Logan cannot rip his eyes away from how you begin to ride. Your hips move in erratic, hurried movements, your cunt taking Wade to the tip and then all the way back inside over and over, a practised and hypnotic motion. Logan only distracts you briefly, holding out his upturned palm.

“Spit, sweetheart,” he breathes, ragged. When you catch on you’re all too happy to do what he asks, dripping saliva onto his hand - but more importantly so is Wade, who winks as he spits at the same time you do. Logan growls but not with irritation but pure adrenaline, wrapping his newly lubricated hand around his dripping cock and fucking himself for dear life, the speed of his strokes matching yours on Wade. Dripping with a cocktail of you both.

“Oh baby, fuck, I’m gonna…” you breathe. Wade digs his fingers so hard into the flesh of your ass it’ll leave marks.

“Fuck, yeah. Absolutely. Come on my cock and make me never be able to look at this sofa without popping a boner again… but do it while looking at Logan over there, okay?”

You and Wade drag your eyes away from each other to let them settle on Logan. It’s too much. He feels his orgasm ripping through him and Logan comes in white jets all over his hand, a bitten-off roar escaping straight from his chest. From the noises at the other end of the couch, the two of you aren’t far behind either.

And then for a moment, there’s silence.

“Happy Halloween,” Wade murmurs, dropping a kiss to your collarbone while his cum drips out of your cunt. This draws out a giggle from you.

“Mm. Wanna go again?” you ask, eyes darting between the two men on the couch. Logan feels himself twitch again and knows he’s in for a long evening.

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Kinktober #30

30. Weight Gain // Object Insertion // Sex Pollen (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

“C’mon, we already did sex pollen before. We can’t possibly be doing a continuation of that fic, it got resolved…”

Before you can ask Wade how he’s able to hyperlink a spoken sentence, a wave of arousal drags its way through you. Your cunt still drips despite the loads they’ve both shot into you, into each other — you feel like you’re mostly cum at this point and you aren’t complaining.

That pollen shit is potent. 

“I thought the two of you were gonna take care of me…” you mewl, pitifully. Logan chuckles at how hard done-by you make yourself seem. He manhandles your chest into his lap as Wade starts sliding his cock between your asscheeks, already dripping with a mix of the three of you and going in for another coating. Logan’s dick is hard enough for him to tap against your lips as an invitation. 

“Open up, baby. Let’s keep that pretty little mouth full.”

You moan as you do, a gush of wetness dripping from your legs and soaking Wade behind you who can only let out a moan.

“Pookie you’re gonna suck the poor guy dry at the rate you’re going. You wanna have a desiccated husk of a Wolverine on our hands? I mean, more than he already is? He really shouldn’t do that no-water diet to shrink-wrap his abs…”

Logan is so exhausted he can’t be bothered to do more than flip Wade the bird, but his heart isn’t in it. When three people have shared bodies like you have for the past hours there’s no room for genuine animosity any more. Something has clicked into place, changed, and your relationship will never be the same again. 

You wouldn’t want it ton be. This is much more fun. 

Wade slides inside you as you take Logan up to the hilt. They both groan in a way which has you grinning around the shaft in your mouth, letting the slow rocking of Wade’s hips move you languidly up and down Logan’s cock. He tangles a broad hand in your hair and scratches into your scalp affectionately. 

“There we go, sweetheart. Just like that.”

You moan around a mouthful of cock at the praise, dizzy with the way even after so many rounds precome still floods your tongue, salt and musk filling your every sense. The sound behind you is obscene, and only multiplied by the way you feel Wade scoop out the spend which is dripping from your cunt with his fingers. He shoves it roughly back into your hole before replacing it with his dick, fucking you even deeper full of their cum. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you are filthy. You’re full up with so much of us, huh? Can you take two more?” Wade rambles, fingers tracing down your spine. You nod enthusiastically and let Wade fuck you into Logan harder, eyes rolling back when you feel them both begin to speed up: the slap of Wade’s hips gets harder, the little thrusts Logan’s making against your lips more erratic. They come inside you with ragged noises which leave you feeling warm and enveloped, your own orgasm dragged out of you when you feel the drip of their cum out your holes. 

You collapse into the bed, head in Logan’s lap as he continues to caress you tenderly. Wade doesn’t even bother to pull out before starting to spoon you.

“Better?” asks Logan, gravelly. You hum. 

“For now.”

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endless list of favorites — scenes ↳ logan saying goodbye to kayla

XMEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE (2009), dir. Gavin Hood

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ੈ♡˳ imagine logan is in a metal band. 18+

"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" you cry out as he grips at your hips, thrusting into you deeply as you're planted on all fours on his dressing room sofa. he's got your skirt hiked up over your waist, panties pulled down around your knees. logan is hardly undressed himself, inched his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock.

he grins, "c'mon, only got a few more minutes babygirl, you gonna make me cum?"

you're gasping, hardly able to form a single thought from how hard he's fucking you and how loud the support act is playing from the stage. you wonder if their music is even loud enough to drown out your moans or the sounds of logan's body connecting with yours in deafening lewd slaps.

his hand snakes up along your spine to find your hair, yanking your head backwards and forcing you to arch your back as he drives into you. "that's it, arch that pretty little back for me."

it hurts so good, all of it. the ferocity of his thrusts, his tight grip on your hair - your thighs tremble and your mind goes blank, loving the way he uses you before shows, in between sets, sneaking you away to the bathroom at the afterparties.

and you don't mind being his stress toy. you love it. the anticipation of a gig approaching, knowing you're going to get your brains fucked out backstage while the audience calls his name. while you call his name with his cock buried deep inside you.

while he's on stage? you stand in the audience, feeling him leak out of you as his eyes connect with yours over the sea of bodies, knowing he's going to fuck you all over again as soon as the concert ends.

logan promptober day 3 - metal

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I think about Hugh’s smile giggle like a lot…maybe to much. How can someone be sexy and adorable at the same time??!!

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Rage

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HUGH JACKMAN as THE WORST WOLVERINE ↳ Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

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HUGH JACKMAN AS LOGAN — X-Men (2000) dir. Bryan Singer

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How do you think Scott would react to seeing hickies on his sister because of Logan?

“What the fuck is that on your neck?” Scott’s hand flies to your chin, turning your face to the side to expose the reddish purple bruise on your neck.

Honestly, it’s a bit embarrassing for your brother to yell like that and make a scene just as you were coming out to breakfast, but all you can do now is pull your face away from him and shrug.

“If I have to explain what a hickey is to you Scotty, that might be a bit odd.”

He rolls his eyes, passing you a bowl of porridge and a bowl of bananas all cut up.

You both always have breakfast together, a little nod to your life at home where you and Scott would always eat at least one meal together.

“Okay smart ass,” you smile and sit at the table. “You could’ve covered it up. It’s weird seeing you with them when I know Logan’s the one dishing them out.”

You roll your eyes as you eat. “And it’s not weird seeing you covered with them from Jean?”

Scott’s cheeks redden as he drinks some of his coffee.

“Where is the brute anyways?” He asks and you smile bashfully. Scott sees you younger than you are for a moment as he looks at you.

“Asleep, though probably not for much longer.” Scott tilts his head. “You know, you’re sort of a shitty friend Scotty. His nightmares rouse him all the time.”

Scott nods, sympathy warning him. It’s gone the moment Logan comes stomping into the sunroom and drops himself beside you with a sloppy kiss to the hinge of your jaw.

“Disgusting.” He’s only teasing to piss Logan off.

“Did you shit the bed this morning? Your attitude stinks.” Logan grumbles, stealing a bit of your fruit as he lets himself lean on you to wake up.

“Or maybe it’s because you’ve left a bruise the size of a golfball on my sister’s neck.”

Logan only groans, “Ever the prude. Sorry to disturb your virgin eyes.”

You smack Logan on his chest with a small smile, Scott smiles despite himself- happy that you’re happy.

“Behave. S’too early for you both to try biting each other’s head off.” Logan kisses your shoulder in apology, taking a sip of your tea with a sigh as he fully lets himself wake up.

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Logan's favorite positionssssss 😫😫😫

He is a doggy style man THROUGH AND THROUGH convince me otherwise. Holding your hips while he fucks you hard and deep and fast from behind? Yup, he could die a happy man there and then. Seeing your ass jiggle, your back arch, the way you bury your face into the pillows and whimper, “Daddy! Daddy!” are just some of his favorite things.

He's also a huge fan of you riding him. The way you whine, weak, legs exhausted from bouncing on his cock for hours and he just smirks and laughs as he sees you struggling. “C'mon, bub, you can do better than that,” he teases, grinning as tears of frustration fill your eyes. He'll keep teasing you until you finally lose it and he'll lift you up effortlessly, thrusting into you so hard you see stars. Plus, once you both have comed, he likes to watch his thick load drip out of you, milky white and sticky as it coats your thighs.

Missionary? Absolutely. Watching your face getting lost in ecstasy, your legs up on his shoulders, hands grabbing onto the bedsheets hard enough to tear them apart. Plus, he likes to lean down, kiss you softly—if he's feeling sweet. If not, he'll spit into your mouth and love how flustered and embarrassed you get. But he knows you love it since your pussy clenches around his cock tight and you get significantly wetter.

Last—but sure as fuck not least—bending you over. Jesus fucking Christ. Logan loves doing this. Especially over the bathroom sink. He'll grab your hair, pull your head back, make you watch how pathetic you look as he rams into you from behind. There's nothing that fuels his ego quite like watching you stare at your reflection, utterly embarrassed but unable to help it, as you let him use you like a fucking whore. You love it, he loves it. It's a win win for everyone.

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life with lumberjack logan ✩‧₊°

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Not a request but just imagine DP & Logan taking such good care of you on your birthday.

Literal Princess/Prince/Royal treatment.

God and don’t even get me started on how good they’d be to you in the bedroom. Logan and Wade always make sure to treat you good but just imagine how much more special they’d try to make it.

You wanna be Eiffel towered? Absolutely it’s your birthday

You want them both in one hole? Deal. Logans already rock hard and Wade’s grabbing the lube.

You just wanna watch them fuck? Wade’s never been more in love with you.

minors dni

”can I watch you two fuck? please?”

you say the question with doe eyes and twisting hands, like you’re asking to stay out late rather watch your boyfriends go to town on each other. Logan chokes on his mouthful of beer at the unexpected request. Wade lights up.

“pookie, I love you. marry me,” he says, deadpan earnest. you giggle as he pulls you in for a kiss. Logan harrumphs but doesn’t seem too sour about it, it’s been a nice celebration of your birthday after all; taking you to all your favourite places, watching you light up at the fancy café they treated you to lunch at, spoiling you rotten in every shop you wandered into.

so maybe this is just the icing on the cake for you. who are they to deny you every single little thing you want? you’re worth indulging after all, and they both love you. (they love each other too, but those confessions are left for hazy post-coital cuddles which slip into sleep).

“fine,” Logan sighs, as if it’s some great feat, as if he hasn’t been inside Wade a dozen times already. you squeak and clap with joy before sprinting into the bedroom.

“cmon, old guy. keep up,” Wade says with a wink and a slap to Logan’s ass. he growls a warning… but follows anyway.

you set yourself up in the chair in the corner of the room, grabbing one of the bottles of lube the three of you have stored around the place and throwing it to Wade. he likes to make a show of stripping for you, you whoop when he takes his shirt off and swings it around. Logan is more utilitarian about it, tugging his flannel over his head and his jeans off his legs, pushing Wade down into the mattress the first chance he gets. Wade yelps and you gasp in anticipation, hand crawling lower on your body.

”oh, buy a girl dinner first…” Wade hums, Logan silences him with a ferocious kiss. the kind which has their teeth colliding. out the corner of his eye he’s aware of you shucking off your shorts, dipping your fingers in your underwear to start touching yourself. Logan ruts his hips against Wade’s, grinning against his lips at how into this he’s getting.

“Mouth, you talk a big game for someone who gets this hard just from being kissed.”

“you think that’ll work on me? I like being bullied, it makes me cum. get back down here.”

Wade tugs him by his blowjob tufts and kisses him longer, before letting his hand reach down to cradle Logan’s cock.

“slow down, Red. we gotta put on a show, remember?”

they turn to where you watch mesmerised, bucking up into your own hand, mouth soft and agape at the sight before you. you grin.

“I like being in the director’s chair. Wade, can you get on top?” you breathe, pleading. you both look to Logan for his confirmation, and he nods. fuck it, why not. it’s your birthday after all.

“as you wish,” Wade says in a perfect mimicry of Princess Bride, and flips Logan back-down into the mattress.

they go slow for you, and you eke out your orgasms to their lovemaking. Wade bends Logan over and eats him out as you instruct him what to do with his tongue. Logan uses your favourite toy to stretch Wade open. when they fuck their eyes are half glued to each other, half wandering to you sweaty and writhing on that damn chair. once they start properly, it doesn’t take long for them to both finish, making a mess on the bed. you come around your fingers and whine in pleasure.

Logan waits for you to relax before picking you up off the chair. you squeak.

“Lo—!”

“what, you think you’re not gettin’ a turn?”

he places you into Wade’s willing arms, and you feel they’re both beginning to get hard again. ah, the inevitable exhaustion which comes from dating two mutants.

“happy birthday, baby…”

“boys…”

it’s the last word you’re able to say for a while.