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[puffthewritingdragon]

Do you ever have days where you're just...

*so horny* for your blorbos that you just kind of sit down and rethink your life choices?

Like.

I'm horny for a set of pixels right now. I am dialed to 100 feral for a 2D man. I am literally opening my legs for a person that *does not exist.*

But like... he looks like THIS. Can you blame me?

[puffthewritingdragon]

I legit cried reading this.

It’s the tenderness, the longing. Fucking perfection.

to admit everything / gale dekarios

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Several months after your adventure's conclusion, Gale invites you to visit his tower in Waterdeep — and finally, he finds the courage to admit his feelings for you.

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pairing: gale dekarios x reader

word count: 36.0k

tags: 18+, smut with feelings (and a fair bit of plot), reader is tav, reader is fem bodied (but no gendered terms are used), love confessions, fic takes place after the epilogue, "you fell first but he fell harder", mild sensory deprivation, inappropriate uses of magic, gale talks a Lot, slight angst (but there's a happy ending, don't worry), dirty talk, fingering, handjob, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), tender sex, slight mentions of blasphemy, i am not immune to his wizardly charms....

read on ao3

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this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

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When Gale wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace, for the first time in ages, you can finally relax. 

From your stiff shoulders, down to the ends of your toes, your weary muscles untense. It's as though he's cast a spell on you; which you know he could do, but he doesn't have to. A soft palm cradles the back of your head, and he pulls you in closer. You bury your head in his chest, the smooth velvet of his shirt rubbing your cheek. 

Slowly, deeply, you inhale. You're enveloped in the familiar scent of him: the rich smell of pine, filling your senses with something tender. Something you've missed. The breeze that wafts in from his balcony veils you in a breath of the sea. Gale always found a way to smell the same as a book's crisp pages. He'd carry the faint aroma of the scrolls he often littered his tent with, or of his library, regardless of how long you spent surrounded by nothing but wilderness. 

The intimacy of it is enough to make you dizzy. If you had things your way, you'd hug him tight like this, and you wouldn't ever think of letting him go. 

"It feels as though it's been forever since we were last acquainted," Gale says in your ear quietly. Genuinely, with the slightest exhale tacked on at the end — and still, after hearing his voice for hours, watching as he lectured his pupils on some form of magic you've barely heard of, you believe you wouldn't mind listening for a few hours more. 

"Our get-together wasn't that long ago, you know," You counter, voice slightly muffled, spoken into his chest. 

"Yes, but surely you understand." His grip on you seems to tighten as you both rock gently, back and forth, "It's rather difficult to go from spending nearly every moment you're awake with someone, to only having the pleasure of meeting them on a few select occasions. Allow me to savor this moment, please. There may not be another one like it." 

There may not be another one. 

Gods, you know he's right. Both of you are busy, now. You live in two separate cities, lead two separate lives. There's others from the party you haven't seen; not yet, anyways. The only reason you saw Gale now is because back then, you had the foresight to plan to. 

That inevitable prospect is one you aren't sure you want to think about. You don't want to imagine parting from Gale again. 

Your friends would've called you sappy. They might've gone and teased you for taking forever to meet with the damn wizard in the first place. You obviously wanted to. The hug you gave him back then was hardly a friendly one. More like a I'm glad you're here, now don't you dare leave again sort of hug. Not to mention the way Gale himself eyed you for the rest of the party — as if no-one would notice. 

Truthfully, your life has been busier than you hoped it would be, ever since your adventure's big conclusion. You did want to see Gale again. Of course you did. But simply wanting isn't good enough. The party was the first time you saw him since then, and this has been the first time after that. 

You were hoping to relax for a while. To spend time away from the stress. You definitely earned it. Unfortunately, you've wound up doing anything but. 

Make no mistake, you're unbelievably grateful to no longer be dealing with a world-ending threat, or a parasite in your brain. Helping to rebuild the city is nothing compared to the shit you've already dealt with. You're happy that you no longer have to worry over whether you'll even make it out of this alive. Whether any of you will still be alive, in the end. But you've hardly been able to settle. Not in the way you wanted to, at least. 

For as many people that revere you, that now think of you as a hero, those words seem to do nothing for you. For as big and grand of a city as Baldur's Gate still is, and for as long as you've called it your home, it's only begun to feel like the loneliest place in the world. 

And your friends — Obviously you'd wind up going your separate ways. It'd be stupid to think otherwise. You have different lives to return to, new struggles to face. You know that. It doesn't change how much you've grown to miss them. 

There won't come a time where you'll stop missing those moments, you figure. The times when things were quiet, when you worked together, grew together. That's okay. Some allegiances aren't meant to last forever. In the end, it was an idea you made peace with. Until one of your companions stubbornly refused to leave your heart. 

You peer up at him, as Gale looks down at you, before he lets go of you slowly, almost hesitantly. He pulls backward, meeting your eyes. This embrace reminds you of the one from back then. You don't fail to notice how his expression softens around the edges, how he takes your hands, gently squeezing them. Ultimately, he allows them to slip away, letting go. 

You carried your thoughts of him with you, long after you'd since parted ways. The sound of his voice, the softness it seemed to take on whenever you're the one he was speaking to. The accidental touches, the brushes of fingers. An arm placed in front of you, to usher you behind him whenever he thought you might get hurt. 

Without the ability to pry into his thoughts, you have no clue whether he fondly remembers things the same way you do. You were unmistakably close, once. In an earlier time, you brought your hands to his shoulders, you kept your eyes locked on his. Your words were shaky. Your heart was pounding, shaking against the cage of your chest. You can't lose him, you remember admitting, and Gale smiled, told you that you wouldn't. Even though you knew damn well there was more he wasn't telling you. 

Hindsight would convince you the only thing he concealed was how truly scared he was. If you did feel more for each other, if what you thought you understood wasn't a lie — No matter what ways you tried, neither of you could hide it, but you certainly couldn't talk about it either. 

It's difficult to search for the time to discuss unadmitted feelings when your lives are constantly on the line. Impossible, actually. Honestly, you weren't sure how you'd tell him, regardless of if you could. Nevermind the playful encouragement of your companions, or the listless jabs at your solitude from your undead resurrector, this sort of thing has never been your forte. Hey, I care for you more than good friends are supposed to, is that alright? 

I couldn't stand to see anything happen to you, and I hoped you might notice, might do what I'm not able to. You could look into my head with a single word, and yet nothing but distance has grown in between us. 

I'd travel it, if I was able. I want you to understand, I never hoped to part from you. I never want you to shut up whenever you're telling me about magic, or history, or any of the things you know everything about, even once you quiet down because you think I do. 

How am I supposed to tell you that? 

You can't, and you didn't. You both had the fate of the world in your hands, and the last thing either of you needed to be worrying about were your up-in-the-air feelings. 

You would ignore the elated blankness in your head whenever Gale eased the tension with a smile flashed your way. You pushed down the giddiness in your chest whenever he gave a gentle yet pragmatic comment, one you tried not to read into. Over and over, you would pretend not to be flustered by his small touches, by the glances that lasted a little longer than they should. Despite the ache of your heart in your chest, you convinced yourself that you and him were friends. Nothing more. 

Yes, friends who would sneak into one another's tents when everyone else was asleep to quietly talk, laughing together until the sun began to graze the horizon. Friends who kept each other going, who saw one another when they were weakest: torn apart by the Gods, with nothing left to do but pick up the pieces. Friends who are the only ones to know what the other is truly thinking, no spells or uncanny mind connections needed. 

You're simply mere acquaintances. Two people on the same bloody path, who just so happened to be lucky enough to meet, and managed to grow closer than acquaintances ever should be. You were pushed together by circumstance. You chose to understand each other with purpose. 

Has Gale ever yearned for more, in the way you've yearned for him? 

Gale is observant. He knows you, he'd know if there was something up with you. Likely, he already does. More so, he's ambitious; he wouldn't forget about you, everything vying to push you away be damned. You've come too far to suddenly cast each other aside. But some things are better left unspoken. 

Eventually, you expected you'd never find out the truth. You were too little, too late. The closest you ever got to a true confession was in the moments you found yourselves alone, and those are few and far between, these days. Now that you've run out of excuses, even now that everything is over, he's here and you are alive — You can't say a damn thing. 

You think it's why you haven't seen him. You've been busy, yes, leading a new life and grappling with your newfound freedoms, but given the chance, you'd put every last thing aside to make time for him. When those feelings of yours are left to build and build, they threaten to drown. And drown you did. 

It's strange, how meeting with him again can feel like finally being coaxed to breathe, and like suffocating freely, all at the same time. 

You decide to breathe in once more, and break the silence at last. 

"You're ridiculous sometimes," You scoff, shaking your head. Your tone is more fragile than you intended, as you catch yourself in your own hypocrisy. You still manage to throw him a warm glance. "I thought we were both past talking that way. We have all the time the world is generous enough to offer us. Do you really think I wouldn't plan on seeing you again?" 

Gale's lips tip upward to form his usual smile, the corners of his eyes crinkled. To a combination of your bewilderment and delight, you're already melting. 

"They say old habits die hard, I suppose," He replies, first shrugging his shoulders, and then standing up straighter. He clasps his hands together, positioning them uniformly behind his back. "And who knows? I wasn't sure how much enjoyment you drew from being an honorary professor for the day. Seemed as if you were a tad overwhelmed, actually." 

"Of course I was. Well, I was anxious, more like." You're staring off to the side while you think, crossing your arms over your chest. "I mean, you said your students think of me as a hero. I was trying not to say anything stupid." 

"In that case, I'd say you have no need to worry," Gale answers, "You sounded perfectly eloquent." 

Meeting his eyes again, you huff, "I'm glad you think so. I enjoyed today. But seriously, I came here for you, Gale. Not because I was ecstatic about teaching." 

You swear that if you were to squint, you'd see the smallest twinge of pure adoration on the normally-so-confident wizard's face. 

Gale raises a fist to his mouth and clears his throat. "I understand your qualms, but truly, you did well. No-one finds teaching to be easy- I mean, it's an unbelievably stubborn process, if anything. I've always been the recipient of lectures. Never the other way around, until my newfound position. It took me quite a while to get a good grasp of things, believe you me." 

"Really?" You raise a brow, "I, for one, thought your teaching was impeccable. I was looking forward to asking for some pointers from Professor Dekarios himself, actually." 

"Oh, come on. Your flattery is far from needed," He replies, his tone breathy and playful. You exhale a faint chuckle, and when you grin back, his own smile seems to soften at the edges. A look reserved exclusively for you. 

Gale continues, "You've seen my pupils for yourself now. You know how difficult they can be. In the face of such… stunning magic," His eyes narrow, he makes an open-palmed gesture of wonderment to illustrate his point, "Magic they themselves could learn to wield, it's rare to see them at least attempt to stay awake. I take some of the blame, of course. At certain moments, I thought you were teaching them better than I ever have." 

"Nonsense," You roll your eyes light-heartedly, placing a hand on your hip, "They do well on their tests, right? I doubt your teachings are lost on them. Besides, it's like you said. Being a teacher isn't easy." 

"True. However, I certainly think we make an impressive team." 

With one last smile, and a nod of his head, Gale turns, striding over to his small wooden desk. 

The space is surrounded by bookshelves, the desk's every surface littered in open books and scrolls of its own. He thumbs through the stack of papers he set there earlier, essays his students turned in — A paper about the history of magic was his instruction, if you remember right. Gale was less than satisfied with their results, but in his own words, he couldn't fault them. 

They are the same as I was, when I was their age. A spitting image, really. Dodging written assignments, snoozing through most lectures. They're talented, there's no denying it. Preventing them from picking up my bad habits is where matters turn difficult. 

He lifts the stack, tapping the papers against the desk to make them straight. Then, he sets them neatly aside. He clearly has a specific place for them, though you don't think you'd ever be able to make sense of the mess, yourself. 

"Either way," He starts, organizing more loose papers and scattered books while he talks. His back may be turned towards you, but you can picture his face clearly: the lightest smirk, the pinch of his brows, "I'm sure my students were pleased to hear from someone other than me for a change. Dare I say when you were speaking, they actually paid attention." 

Delicately, like the simplest of words are valuable porcelain, you mutter, "Is that so? I should come see you more often, then." 

Gale freezes for a second. His next few sentences come out much sweeter than he intended them to, but by the time he's opened his mouth, he isn't able to stop himself. 

"I'd enjoy that. I truly would," He says, and setting the books he's holding aside, he turns to face you. He swallows the lump in his throat, and when he's speaking next, he's talking with his hands as he tries — and fails, mostly — to hide his nervous cadence. 

"You don't need to come simply to help me teach," He explains, "I appreciate it, of course, but it's far from necessary. My home is always open to you. If you need to unwind someplace quiet, or if you're hoping to browse the grandest collection of tomes this side of Waterdeep, you're welcome to stay. For as long as you'd like." 

The offer means more to you than he might realize. 

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." 

"No, thank you," Gale retorts, "I cannot overstate how much I appreciated seeing you again. Today was a delight." 

Your glance travels away, and you try to ignore the warmth prickling over your face. From his open balcony, the sun casts shimmering rays as it falls. Light glitters over the ocean's rocky waves. The sea breeze is growing sharper; it whispers in your ears, and tickles the hair on the back of your neck. When you take a deep inhale, the air seems to catch in your lungs, holding on, unwilling to let go. 

Finally, faintly, you reply, "You'll have to show me more of Waterdeep, next time. It's a beautiful city." 

"Splendid, isn't it? I could show you around tomorrow, or even tonight, if you aren't too exhausted from today. The sights are particularly breathtaking then, when they're allowed to flourish under the cover of stars and moonlight." 

Gale takes a step closer to you, and you're left to look up at him again. At the way the light caresses his skin, at his handsome features framed by a gentle smile. 

"There's so many wonders I want you to see." He confesses. 

More than that. He's longed for more than he's admitted to, more than everything he thought mattered, before he met you. There's so much he wants to show you, so much he needs to tell you, he's begun to lose track of it all. 

Ever since you parted ways, he's felt something missing. Those adventures, your company and that of your unlikely band of companions: they're all things he's grown to miss dearly. In hopes he'd move on, he overwhelmed himself with the endeavors of his new life. He focused on teaching, on studying, on magic. No matter what, he was filled with an ache he couldn't extinguish. 

You'd tease him if he mentioned it. He can imagine your voice, mumbling playfully with a flash of teeth and a sparkle in your gaze, Something missing? A tadpole in your brain, maybe? 

Very funny, he'd answer. And he'd leave it at that, because you've given him an out, a chance not to make a fool of himself. He doesn't need everyone to hear how sentimental he's become — and especially not you. If only you knew the half of it. 

You took a piece of him with you when you left, pried from the space between his ribs, fated to burn in your embers. He hasn't stopped missing you with such ferocity. With a certain kind of hunger. It's damn near worse than when the orb once gnawed at him. 

To have you now almost feels like a dream. He keeps thinking he might wake up, that this will melt away to leave him and him alone. This shouldn't be real, you both shouldn't have made it. Gale recalls with sickening familiarity when the end of his life felt so close. He can remember even clearer the moment he found a new purpose in you. 

You've been important to him from the start; he doesn't do a very good job of hiding it, does he? Those stolen glances were easily caught. His nervousness whenever you're with him concedes enough to make him obvious. 

He could have told you. Could have admitted how you make the fragile strings of his heart strum with every fond call of his name. You could have known the way he felt between soft breaths, and close bodies. During the moment when he showed you how to wield the Weave at your fingertips. It would have been terribly simple. A single thought, and you'd not only know, but you'd feel his own emotions rushing into you — A rippling river of infatuation. Isn't it unfortunate then, that you tend to make his mind so blank? 

The heart can be so cruel. No longer can he give you what he was aspiring to grace you with. He can't give you power. He can't offer you the abundances of a God, or the beauty of a plane away from this one. Only the ordinary. 

Falling for you was never the problem. You weren't someone he believed he deserved. 

His own hesitance forms a maddening sphere to be trapped in, and he knows it's his own fault; his own fear is to blame, his edge of destruction. You gave him hope. You've given him more than he ever could have desired, and that includes ascension. Is it so wrong for him to want more? 

Many times, he's certainly thought so. He doesn't need anything else. He has already touched the heavens and beyond with the time he's spent by your side. Your dumb adventures, your talks, the uncertain closeness. It was nearly all he needed to be sated. 

Nearly. 

"Gale…" 

Your soft utterance of his name snaps him out of his thoughts. Gale examines you, and you're glancing away, an expression he can't make out on your face. The setting sun bathes you in intoxicating orange light. You seem to have your own halo, your own radiance that defies reason. You defy a lot of the things he thought he knew. 

He can only answer with a small, breathy, "Yes?" 

A little while longer, and he might be ready. One night spent looking at the sky, or another time to confide in the comfort of your voice and your presence. He'll make it perfect. He'll find the courage, or the stars will witness his failure once again. 

Crossing paths with you changed everything about himself he once thought he understood, and he finds the revelation as funny as it is delightful. To have you to miss was a privilege, in and of itself. Fate was never a concept he believed in, but evidently, the threads of his fortune had more in store for him. You became more than a wish, you were tangible. You were kind, intelligent, you were defiance incarnate. You rewrote the part of his story he thought untouchable. He watched Gods kneel at your feet, and he felt your softness latch onto him like a second home. 

And he finally has time, doesn't he? 

The time to tell you, the time to spend with you. Because he is alive, and the restlessness and nervousness he still feels inside shouldn't matter. How foolish he once was, for thinking things would turn out any other way. 

In every other life, you still would've saved him. In a life where he was better, less scared, and not so temporary, perhaps you would have known he loved you already. 

"I couldn't. I… I want to stay," You're starting; regret tugs at the edges of your voice, and Gale begins to feel his heart sink with each and every word. "Maybe I could some other time, but I can't now, I shouldn't. There's business that needs to be dealt with back home, in Baldur's Gate- I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner." 

Gale huffs an impeccably dry laugh. He grins just slightly, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and he softly responds, "Busy, aren't you? The grand savior of Baldur's Gate is needed on the field, I see. I understand. I won't hold you any longer." 

"You aren't holding me up, Gale. It's nothing important, I guess I just…" Trailing off, you inhale deeply, trying not to stumble over your own words. Your glance darts from the floor of his study to the sculptures to the trinkets — Anything to keep your eyes away from his. "I didn't want to intrude. It would feel strange if I stayed. Like I'd be taking advantage of your hospitality, I suppose." 

Gale frowns. "I promise you this, on absolutely everything left in our universe for me to promise on, you could never intrude. I meant my words, I told you that you could stay for as long as you desire, and-" 

"I know." You answer, like a frustrated plea, like a sacrificial revelation. Your hands ball up at your sides. Your voice is loud, before it goes quiet. "I know. It's my fault, alright? This doesn't have anything to do with you. I just can't stay." 

The air grows so tense it's almost suffocating. Though, for only a second or two. 

"So, becoming my honorary guest professor was that bad, was it?" Gale hums. 

Then, you're laughing weakly, you're brushing an awkward hand over the back of your neck and looking up at him, your expression now pleasantly amused. His doting gaze meets yours, framed by a few out of place strands of hair. 

"No," You mumble teasingly, stretching out the end of the word with a roll of your eyes; he always knows how to make you weak. "And I've already promised to come teach with you again. As long as you aren't worried about me showing you up, that is." 

"Oh, by all means, do show me up plenty," He eagerly replies, "I won't try to stop you." 

You huff a quick chuckle, and there it is again — Your gaze, sparkling. Gale feels the way you draw him in without trying, until his attention is fully focused on you. Until you have him right where you want him. To think of how doomed he'd be if you ever got your hands on some charming magic. 

"I've really missed you, y'know," You're admitting. Your tone is different somehow, unmistakably. "The party honestly has felt like forever ago. Back then, I thought we didn't have near enough time. Catching up was pleasant, but it felt… imperfect. And now, we spent an entire day together. You're right here in front of me, and yet, still. I miss you." 

Gale's jaw clenches, and with nothing left to stop you, you continue. 

Your throat grows tight. You expel a long, heavy sigh. "Do you want me to tell you the truth?" 

"I wouldn't shy away from it." He returns. 

"If I stay for any longer, I wouldn't have it in me to leave." Your gaze dances over his own, and he understands the uncertainty, mixed with faint emotions he doesn't. "Not ever." 

For what is probably the first time since you've met him, Gale goes completely, utterly silent. You watch him think, his expression pinching — perhaps irritated at his own loss for words — before he softens. His chest rises slowly with the deep breath he takes. Light glitters off his silver earring. Shadows form in his features, his lips part in an almost-sentence. In the end, he swallows it down, and grits his teeth together to the point of pain. 

You're standing close. So close, he can see the slight, frustrated crinkle in your brows that only seems to furrow more the longer he stays quiet. So close, he could lean in if he wanted to, and relay the depths of his longing from his hesitant lips onto yours. 

It isn't like him to be speechless this long. 

Your head tilts towards him, tender curiosity on your face. Your arm outstretches, and a hand gently begins to reach in his direction. "Gale?" 

He's about to do something foolish. Something very, very unwise. He'd attempt to stop himself, if the words weren't already forming on his tongue. He'd give up as he did before, if only the dying light wasn't so lovely on you. 

At least he knows it won't be the most nonsensical thing he's done.

Gale's gaze fills with warmth, with a devotion so resolute, you could believe you really are some form of a God. He catches your hand, and grasps it in a clumsy way; more clinging than holding, as fingers brush knuckles, folded over one another. As if you might disappear when he lets go. 

This time, there's no more room for wondering. No more hesitation, no barriers, just himself and you: his fallen star, his lovely demise. It doesn't matter what he does or doesn't do, your existence will never leave his veins, running deeper than the fear and the magic ever has. The same way the Weave crackles at his fingertips, adoring you comes naturally. You are yourself, and you, in all your love, in flesh and bone — You are worth anything, or perhaps everything. 

A little while longer. To the Hells with that. 

"I'm in love with you." 

It's easier to say those words than he expected. They just sort of happen; really, they seem natural. He's been agonizing for ages, but to hear his own voice say them aloud cements his feelings as true. He is in love with you. An honest, mortal love. 

He doesn't have the time to worry over the consequences, because you've heard him loud and clear. His heart won't stop pounding, and pounding, and pounding. 

Almost instantly, your eyes are going wide. Your own grip on his hand turns loose. Surprise washes warmly over your face, settling as a pleasant tingle in the expanse of your shoulders. For a moment, you don't speak. You take in quick, nervous breaths, feeling your lungs choked by emotion and sea salt. 

"You really- Why're you-" You sputter, stumbling back slightly and shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Your arms go slack as you expel a faint sigh, "Gale-" 

"You do not have to say anything. And you're under no obligation to stay." Gale interrupts, his tone abruptly serious. His expression reflects the same sort of solemness, his brows in a knot. He tries to hide the shake to his words, tries to chase away his worries, "You can leave, if you wish. You can leave, and we can never speak of this again. I wouldn't blame you. I couldn't blame you. I'd know better, not to chase after you and… to simply leave things as they are. Like I should have done now. If I wasn't the ass that I am." 

A brief pause. Your eyes scan him, and Gale resists the urge to let his nervousness get the better of him. 

"But I had to speak," He says. "This may be my only chance. I can't lie to you in the same way I've lied to myself." 

Your next words are spoken with conviction. You squeeze his hand, and the dizzy room around him finally begins to steady — "Then tell me, Gale. I want you to tell me everything." 

It's like the sun is shining right onto him. Heat and pure energy rushes from your hands into his, your voice a conduit for emotion. You practically give him a head rush. 

Gale swallows, steadies. Then, he speaks. 

"And what an abundance of things I could tell you." 

Grasping your hands and squeezing them back, he's smiling again, but this time, it's different. The whole moment seems different. He's wearing an excited, heartfelt sort of smile, a look you think you've never seen before. Well, perhaps you saw it once. 

You're reminded of the way he looked at you many, many nights ago. When your fates weren't assured. When you gazed upon the stars together, admiring the aurora he created — dazzling light, to pierce the sky of shadow. That memory seems so near, yet so far away. His solemness melted to gentleness back then, too. Your souls felt closer than they ever had. 

Was this what he wanted to tell you that night? 

"Let's see," Gale is continuing, and you're grinning, watching his head tilt as he puts on an air of confidence; his own form of sincerity. 

"I wonder what I should tell you first? Should I detail each intricate moment, every subtle action that made me fall so deeply for you? For your determination, your ingenuity. Your beauty. Gods, you shouldn't get me started. If you truly wanted me to describe every single thing I adore about you, well, I believe we'd be nothing but dust by the time I was finished." 

You can't help but chuckle. Gale's gaze travels over you, and you let yourself take him in. His fingertips absently run over your knuckles. His shoulders are tense with a hesitance he can't manage to hide. 

"I'll make a terribly long-winded story brief, before I bore you with my sentiments." This time, he sounds a fair bit quieter. The depths of his honeyed gaze, ever-softening, become impossible to look away from. 

"You are very special to me." He gently explains, "More than words can describe, and certainly more than anything else. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. While the world was crumbling around us, begging to be saved, I thought myself content, if only I could spend whatever remained of my time at your side." 

Carefully, Gale reaches forwards. Between his fingers, with the slightest, most exhilarating touch, he holds your chin, he tilts your head in his direction. Your heart begins to hammer in your chest to an unsteady rhythm. 

"Love does not even begin to describe it. You are wonderful. You are the special sort of magic one might spend their entire life searching for. The most divine of desires. I've no need to search anymore." 

A brush of his thumb over your mouth, and his calloused fingers are splaying back to caress your cheek, to feel the shape of your jaw, "I have the heavens right in my hands. All the spectacles and splendors of Faerûn are jealous of you." 

You relax, and when his grasp drops from your chin, you let your hand slip away from his — only to wrap your arms around him, elbows resting on his shoulders. He admires you intently, gauging your reaction, his heart skipping at your touch and the subtle flash of shyness behind your eyes. A sort of analysis you've seen him use when he was examining an artifact, or mulling over a game of lanceboard. The tender focus his face takes on makes you huff in amusement. 

With a teasing raise of your brow, you manage to ask, "How many times have you practiced saying that to me?" 

"A hundred times. A thousand times." Gale keeps his arms at his sides, despite the way you embrace him tighter. In the corner of your vision, you catch him starting to reach out. His hands hover inches away from your waist, he flexes them in thought. 

"No, I often went back and forth on the precise method I would use to confess, given I actually had the gall to do it, but," He explains, a slight playful air to his tone, "Those words were from the heart. Just a few specs of fondness from my vast nebula of love for you. If you can believe that." 

"They're very… you. In a good way." Your smile is bright. He thinks it might continue to warm him, long after the point of the sun's imminent descent. "It's a shame, though. I wasn't expecting you to beat me to it. I've been practicing how I would tell you I'm in love with you since we met." 

If there's one thing you've come to know about the wizard, it's that he's collected. 

Calm, mostly. But unperturbed always. He's optimistic to a fault, and he's never been the type to seem nervous or timid, even if he might be feeling that way. He's an honest man, but also controlled — You have to exercise a certain amount of control to wield magic. Or to keep your own body from exploding to bits, you figure. With the orb posing much less of a threat, he's clearly more relaxed, but his emotions still don't show so easily. 

You've seen him scared. But nervous? Shy? Those sorts of feelings were never in his repertoire. He's never once stumbled over his words, never been red-faced, never faltered from his confidence and his verbosity. Until now. 

"You- You have?" Gale sounds so in disbelief, you swear his voice nearly cracks. He clears his throat awfully loudly, he glances between you and something in the distance. Which proves to be difficult, considering how close you are. Has the skin underneath his collar always felt so hot? "I had no idea. I mean, clearly, but- But still." 

"I wasn't sure if you knew. You're more charming than you give yourself credit for," You clarify softly, "I thought for sure you'd make a move at that little tiefling party. Started planning what I might say and everything. Apparently, you failed to realize I was flirting with you." 

"I wasn't even trying to woo you then," Gale mumbles, thinking to himself. "Well, that's- Hah, quite the discovery, now isn't it? Care to- uhm, enlighten me on what it was you planned to say, exactly?" 

"Mmm, possibly. You seem flustered. Should I show you, instead?" 

"Show me?" 

"Yes," You stand up straighter, making his heart race faster as you move impossibly closer to him, "I'll show you what I really wanted to do back then." 

"Whatever you wish would be fine with me- Er, wrong choice of words." The breeze drifting through his study is cold enough to form goosebumps, and yet he can't seem to quit burning up. He runs a quick hand through his hair, feeling the heat from his forehead underneath his palm, "Whatever you wish is perfect, I should say. If you want to- or, well, perhaps I could…" 

Gale doesn't get the chance to say anything more. 

He expects you to lean in. Sharply, he takes in a hurried, nervous breath. Uncertain palms hover over the curve of your waist, before settling with the slightest touch. His eyes grow heavy, his head begins to tilt opposite yours. What he doesn't expect is for you to stop, your lips almost pressed to his, but not quite, leaving the distance not yet closed. 

You suspend there, for a moment. Your low breathing tickles his skin. Gale's hand finds your cheek, holding, and nothing more. 

"Are you going to kiss me?" 

There's only a half-second longer of hesitance. He closes the gap, and you fist the front of his shirt to pull him in along with you. Your eyes flutter shut. Fallen stars and glowing warmth shimmer through every inch of you. At last, your lips connect in a quaint, subtle kiss. Smooth, simple, and utterly him. 

Shoulders slumping, your pulse thrums like the unsteady flicker of a candle flame. Your head begins to spin, your heart throbs with fiery longing. This is what you were waiting for. When you burned from the inside-out, wanting nothing more than to forget reason and your lives and his cruel Goddess, you only longed to just kiss him, regardless of the consequences. Everything else melts away: the setting sun, his warmly-lit tower, and your own feet from under you. 

He's hardly done anything, and you're already overwhelmed. To your dismay, the kiss is over almost as soon as it begins. The both of you draw a breath's length apart. Gentle hands give your waist the smallest squeeze. You exhale, and Gale takes in a deeper breath along with you. Kissing him made the rest of the world fall away, or perhaps fall into place, and all you can think of is how desperately you need another. 

Maybe he can read your mind, or maybe he's thinking the exact same thing. Delicately, Gale murmurs against your lips, "Forgive me for being greedy, but… I'm not sure that'll be enough for me. Could I kiss you again?" 

As if he even has to ask. 

With urgency, you're surging forwards, you're kissing him again and he can't manage to think — The only thing running through every inch of him is you. You, kissing him the way he's wanted you to for months upon months. Pressing your lips against his over and over, stealing his breath until he's feeling dizzy, but he doesn't care. You, lovely in a way he's never deserved, with a soul entwined by his own. You told him you love him; he can hardly stand to believe it. 

Lips locked, you twist together, until Gale is guiding you by your waist. Until he's pressing your back against the edge of the nearest surface — his desk — to keep you both stable, while your hands are grabbing at his shoulders for leverage. You let a hand glide up, you tangle your fingers in soft brown hair. You grip and tug, dragging him close, and he sighs, mouth parting, allowing the kiss to turn deep. Enough to mark the point of no return. 

This is everything he's ever wanted, you are the only thing he's ever needed. He could die happy, if this was his end. What a sweet, lovely end it would be. He can't describe how otherworldly it is, to know the desire he's had to kiss you won't die along with him. To know you have plenty of kisses left. 

He could love you like this until the true end of the world. He's tempted actually, to slow down time, and savor you for as long as you will allow. You were well worth dying for, but you are priceless to live for. You and your touch, your love. Love — Gods, none of this will feel real, no matter how many times he reminds himself. 

When his tongue slides against yours, a slow, apprehensive show of tenderness, you feel a shiver careen down your spine. He hears your breath get caught in your lungs, feels you tug him closer and arch into his touch once a palm drifts to the small of your back. 

This kiss hopes to pour his devotion into you, so that you might understand. You'll know love, know the things he's always wanted to tell you, as familiar as you know yourself. He'll make sure this moment won't be forgotten. 

You reach behind you, gripping the edge of the desk when his body presses into yours. Your mind is a mess, reeling so fast you might go woozy; another smooth kiss makes you pull him in further, ushering from him a meager gasp in surprise. You're lost, losing control. The both of you are trapped in a dance of vying for more, pressing closer, kissing harder. His knee slots between your legs — unintended encouragement, you're sure — and you jolt, your thoughts now occupied with things they really, really shouldn't be. 

The smallest space between you fills with hot breath, as you pull apart just enough to get a word out. "Gale-"

"I've missed you," He murmurs, breathless and hurried, as though he doesn't wish to waste a single second, "I have missed you more than anything." 

He leans close once more, his hand moves to hold the back of your neck and cradle you like you're precious. You kiss again, and any reservations you still have remaining fly away on the breeze, to be swallowed by the depths of the sea. 

You don't want to stop. No, you know where this is leading, and still, you can't stop. You wouldn't dream of it. How long have you wanted to kiss him, wanted to have him to yourself? Wanted for him to lose his composure, and finally show you exactly how he felt? How long have you been waiting for more? 

Since you met him, surely. Since you dragged him from that portal. Since he first shook your hand, and you felt your foolish heart spark to life. Piece by tender piece, you connected in secret. Fought through darkness to emerge onto the dawn, hoped the newfound day might bring you both together. Truly, you've waited too long to let a moment like this go to waste. 

You pull apart for barely a second, you catch your breath while Gale mutters something against your mouth that sounds like your own name — And at once, you're closing the distance again. Your lips continue to learn the shape of each other, bodies shaky, rocking close. When a particularly desperate kiss causes his hips to drive into yours, you're the one left sighing. Your nerves prickle with excitement, your limbs feel weak. And a hardness, his hardness, shoves against you unmistakably, grinding into where you're terribly weak. 

Oh, you won't be stopping now. Not any time soon. 

Gale stiffens immediately, at the same moment you do. He peels himself apart from you so quickly you're left slumping, gasping into open air. You would have stumbled, if it wasn't for his hand on your waist gripping excessively tight, helping to hold you up. Faltering, he slowly lets go. Before he does, you think you can feel a slight tremble in his fingers. 

"Ah, I'm- I'm sorry, genuinely," He stutters, practically panting as he tries to establish composure, a frail waver in his voice. You grip the desk tighter, staggering to your feet. The last traces of sunlight shimmer over his face, his earring, his eyes. Strands of his hair have fallen out of place, and he reaches up to briefly push them backward. 

"You make it far too easy to get carried away." He says, sounding rough and short-winded, "That being said, it would be wise not to take things too far, that was- Well, you are-" 

"That was perfect," You gasp out, cutting him off, or perhaps taking the words right out of his mouth. You bring a hand to his shoulder, an unspoken plea for him not to move away, "You don't have to stop, Gale. Please, don't." 

Gale takes a long, slow breath. Hesitantly, he brings both hands back to rest on your waist — barely touching, his gaze scanning yours for any sign of discomfort. "Are you sure? Positively sure? Maybe it'd help if you, er, clarified, in a way." 

"I'm clarifying that I want you to keep going. You don't have to hesitate, I want this," You retort, speaking softly, squeezing his shoulder in turn. Your eyes flicker over him, up and then down. "I showed you how I felt. It's only fair for you to return the favor, no?" 

"Oh, of course. Fairness is one of the most crucial qualities to hone, in terms of forming a long-lasting bond. So says literature, anyways. But I think I'd prefer to mesh the showing with the telling, if that sounds at all pleasurable to you." 

You're smirking. "As long as your sweet voice isn't the only pleasure in store for me." 

He exhales a small huff, the faintest form of a laugh. A smile crosses his features, and he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, admiring you like you're the prettiest sight this world has to offer. You very well might be. 

His gaze comes to rest on yours: warm, complex, loving. For once, he doesn't speak. He demonstrates. 

A small kiss is pressed to your cheek, innocent yet tender. Then, a kiss to the other side. His kisses travel; one he graces to the corner of your mouth, the next he places on the angle of your jaw. Your head tilts up in obedience, and he trails wet kisses down your neck, making you sigh weakly in response. 

One more kiss is graced to your neck, then your nape, then just above your collarbone. They're weighted, in a way; heavy with an infatuation you can feel beneath his touch, and deep in your bones. His facial hair tickles your skin. His warm breath on your pulse is stifling, and it only begins to thump faster, fully at the mercy of his scattered kisses. 

Meshing the showing, with the telling — It isn't long before he's babbling again. 

"You hold so much of my heart," He mumbles; the words on your neck are a steady vibration. His palm caresses your side, his lips brush over your cheek, and then move to speak against the shell of your ear. The new depth to his voice is delightful. "Falling for you was… effortless. As effortless as one breathes. I have no regrets. Absolutely none." 

The final kiss he places on your ear has shudders running through you. He's painstakingly slow once he starts to pull back, and he shifts just far enough to meet your eyes, your foreheads almost touching. That warm gaze on yours has your heart leaping all over again. 

Strung through his tone is a thread of infatuation, a sweetness on his tongue you find oh-so endearing. 

"You begged to be admired, but that hardly scratches the surface." He squeezes your side for emphasis. "You made me feel as though I meant something. Like I was alive. I'd forgotten how it felt, just as I'd forgotten what it could mean to fight for one's future." He pauses, thinking, reminiscing, "More so, I could say you brought me back to life." 

Your mouth parts, forming the edge of a word. But Gale chooses to interrupt, tugging you in with a palm settled gingerly on your jaw, muddling your mind with a kiss. And you melt. You allow your head to tilt opposite his own, and your arm to snake between your bodies. Your hand presses flat to the center of his chest. He kisses you deeper, his heart thumps. Lingering magic strong enough to sense thrums beneath his robes, his skin. 

"There's a line of poetry I once read," He's mumbling against your lips as he leaves them. His touch slides up slowly, supporting you, holding your back. "As of late, you've made it stick in my mind. Amidst the wealth of stories I've finished, the tales of truth and fiction, when I think of you, this singular line utterly refuses to part from me. And if one moment spent lost in contemplation equates to the faintest drop of rainwater, I've thought of you enough to flood the entirety of Faerûn." 

Your eyes seem heavy. You're smiling, but your head is swirled in a dreamy fog. It's plain unfair to have to decide between hearing more, or asking him to kiss you again. 

You decide on the former. "And what might that line be?" 

Gale brushes your cheek with his thumb, "I do love nothing in the world so well as you." 

He's completely genuine, he sounds so syrupy-sweet you can barely hold back your grin. You breathe a quiet, playful tsk, and you lean back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

In the course of your adventures together, you weren't sure how Gale felt about you. 

It's rather stupid, thinking back on it now. Obviously, you had your suspicions. He was certainly warmer with you, compared to the rest of your allies. Despite knowing you could clearly take care of yourself, he regularly fussed over your safety, to the point of insisting you stick close to him whenever a fight broke out. He'd make a rash excuse, Powerful spells mean nil if you are not in the proper range for me to cover you! — or something like that. You always figured it was an exaggeration. Regardless, you weren't about to turn him down. 

You were attached at the hip for safety's sake, that's all. Your remaining companions never seemed to buy it, nor could they hold their comments about the wizard's clearly defined soft spot. The thoughtful way he spoke to you had to mean more; or so they tried to convince you, anyway. You weren't easily influenced. 

But it didn't matter. Without the courage and the time to ask, you couldn't be sure. You presumed he might like you, not love you. 

This side to Gale is making you reevaluate. You've never seen him so enamored, never thought he'd be this smitten — with you, no less. In his eyes, you're a living beacon of radiance, a miracle meant to be adored. A bright, pale moon to light his way through the darkness, shimmering on jet-black waters. And adore you he will. 

You were wrong, so very wrong. While you were busy falling for him, he was already plummeting harder. 

"That's from a romance, isn't it?" You muse, tilting your head and eyeing him teasingly, "You're reciting romance lines to me?" 

"Not just any romance, mind you. One of the greats. It's charming, very influential. Actually, the story is rather lighthearted- I'd be glad to introduce it to you, I have a feeling you'd enjoy it. But yes, in fact. I am." 

"Somehow, you didn't seem like the romance type. I'm surprised. Pleasantly, though." 

"A fine assumption. For quite some time, stories of a softer nature became subjects I rarely dabbled in." His index finger comes to rest under your chin, and your head is tilted in his direction. "But falling in love causes one to take interest." 

Warmth swells in your veins, untamed. You picture Gale, retreating into his tomes and books when you had a moment of reprieve on the road, struggling to hide his infatuation with you. He'd often read to you, when he was able. His calm voice would narrate biographies and old history novels, until you were trying not to fall asleep. Romances were never a part of it. Perhaps they weren't a part of his personal collection, either. Yet the more you contemplate, the more they seem to suit him. 

Did he read such stories to be reminded of you, to grapple with your absence? You can picture him getting lost in them, memorizing the scenes and the verses, in hopes your own tale might play out more like those novels, and different from what destiny threatened upon you. He yearned for things to be lighter, less somber. In the end, there was no world where you stopped longing for each other. 

"Besides," Gale is continuing in his usual upbeat tone, giving you little time to think as he cups your cheek in his palm, "There's nothing wrong with choosing to be well-versed in everything. Fantasy, poetry, romance. Erotica, perhaps. I'm sure I could recall some more… exciting quotes, if you preferred it?" 

"Please, there's no need," You tease, with the smallest roll of your eyes; although, your heart can't help but patter at the imagery. Gale, reading erotica, of all ridiculous things. "You're sweet. Even now, you're telling me about books. Could you be any more perfect?" 

"Possibly," He confesses. "Where you're concerned, mere perfection is far from good enough." Swallowing the dryness in his throat, his eyes mist over with a saccharine seriousness, "My intentions were always to cherish you, to give you my utmost devotion, and then some. You deserve the world. I only wish I could give it to you." 

"But you are enough for me. More than enough. I was lucky. So lucky, to have been fortunate enough to meet you. I'm not sure where I would be if I hadn't." Your fingertips drum against his shoulders, and gradually, he relaxes at your touch, from your tone. He exhales steadily, nice and slowly. 

"Do you mean it?" 

"Gale, I've never meant anything more. I want you so much. Just the way you are." 

To have crossed paths with one another, to have met you — No, he is the one who must be fortunate beyond compare. 

For a while, he stalls, deciding what to say. Each alternative comes up blank. Your fingers wrap around the neckline of his shirt, then. You feel the embroidered fabric with your thumb, the intricate pattern of swirls. You tug slightly, but Gale — still speechless, oddly enough — doesn't get the hint. 

"Your shirt." When he opens his mouth to reply, you're swiftly interrupting. "Take it off." 

He seems to freeze for a second, thinking. Then, the slightest form of a grin dawns on his face, a look of nervous contentment. He's reaching down to grasp the bottom of his velvet shirt, tugging it over his head. A messy happy trail litters from his stomach to disappear beneath his pants; it catches your attention, but not for long. Gale is pressing his palms to the surface of the desk, on either side of you, caging you in. You drift forward, and the kiss you share is a momentary distraction. 

Effortlessly languid, he kisses you as though you have infinite time, and this is the only way he wishes to spend it. His hand moves to cradle the back of your head, you hold him tight between the soft presses of lips connecting. You exhale in unison once you've both pulled away. 

Foggy breath mixes with your own. It warms your skin as he sighs slightly, leaning forward until his forehead is rested against yours. You watch him visibly swallow. He nervously brings a hand to your waist; just holding, with no intention quite yet. The faintest touch makes you melt, until you feel woven into him, soft beyond repair. 

"Do you have the slightest idea how long I've dreamt of this?" He starts, his voice quiet, shaky, "How much I've thought of you, how badly I've needed you? How long I've sought to… Gods…" 

Your palm grazes his chest, and he trails off into a shuddery sigh — eyes closing, shoulders slumping. Delicate fingertips feel the shape of the Netherese brand engraved in his skin. You trace and retrace the circular indentation. You press your palm flat to his chest, feeling the silent hum of dormant magic, measuring each fluttery beat of his heart. His chest aches, his veins sear with all the heat they can muster. 

That's right. He'd almost begun to forget the effect you have on him. 

You've never been afraid. After learning the truth, you didn't look at him differently. You refused to cast him aside, in the face of his own insistence. A miasma of blinding purple light shone from underneath your palm, pain ripped through him as he relived his self-made tragedy in one single breath — and somehow, you understood. You only pressed your palm closer, expression unwavering, and swore a gracious promise to help. 

You've helped him more than you know. He shouldn't feel this way. So sated. It hardly makes sense, from any perspective. There's many things he failed to do. He has much to learn: about himself, about this damned orb, and still, about you. 

But right now, his heart is a battering ram against the constructed walls of his chest, and your fingertips are traveling up — They're grazing the wretched mark as it twists up his nape, his cheek. Your knuckles brush the tangle of dark lines underneath his eye, you cup his face in your hand. And the orb is quiet. It should be screaming with the rest of him. Instead, it chooses silence. 

Magic works in such strange, indecipherable ways. If someone were to tell him long ago that this is how it could work — as though in your presence, it too, is comforted — he doesn't think any part of him would ever believe them. 

His mistake will forever be a part of him. But so will you. 

Gale finds your hand, and settles his on top of your own. He places a kiss onto the bridge of your nose, his palm slides from your hip until his thumb is edging underneath your top, just barely brushing your bare skin underneath. He hesitates, but a kiss of your own placed onto his jaw has him gasping, poised to pull your shirt over your head in the same way his was discarded. 

"May I?" Gale hums, and you swiftly nod in approval. 

"Yes," You reply, "Please." 

The anticipation that settles in your gut is damn near agonizing. You were expecting him to move carefully, but not this slow. 

Gale continues at an apprehensive pace. He stops to collide his lips with yours, when the edge of your top reaches the center of your stomach. With another smooth kiss, mouths parted, breath ragged, he tugs it higher still. You only break apart to bring your arms over your head, and give him a chance to pull it off the rest of the way. 

A kiss onto your ear, and your chest is tight. His lips trail down your nape, and you're reaching up to grab a hold of his hair, your teeth gritting as you choke back a desperate noise. 

Between sighs, your voice is weak, but you still manage, "How long you've sought to what?" 

Gale mumbles a hm into your nape, he squeezes your waist and brushes his thumb over your skin. You know he's coaxing you to continue, but with his mouth on your neck, peppering kisses that wash over you like waves, it's rather hard to follow through. 

Nonetheless, you grip a fistful of brown hair to give yourself leverage. You force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. "You were saying something before. How long have you sought to do what, exactly?" 

One last kiss, and Gale is drawing back to meet your eyes. He holds your chin between two of his fingers. There's a glint in the back of his gaze, causing heat to rush over you, your limbs suddenly growing weak. 

"To take you," He admits, "To not just tell you what wondrous things you've made me feel, but to show you." 

You're sure the wild look in his eyes is mirrored in your own. "Then what are you waiting for? Show me." 

Gale smiles. He gestures with a crooked finger, and instructs with a tone that borders on smug, "Make yourself comfortable. If you could do the honor of hopping up on the desk for me, I'd be glad to get started." 

When you press your palms flat to the solid wood, pushing to lift yourself, his hands maneuver under your thighs, and he helps to plop you on top of his messy wooden desk. He makes room for you, pushing stacks of books to the edge, giving you the space you need to scooch back. His brows are furrowed slightly as he's gathering half-opened scrolls to toss on the floor — from nervousness? Concentration? You aren't entirely sure, but you think he lingers somewhere in between. 

Turning back to you, he innocently allows his palms to feel the shape of your bare sides. He smooths them over the curve of your waist, he caresses the faint indentations of the scars your journey and your previous path left. Then, not so innocently, his fingers are toying with the front of your pants. His thumb is rubbing over the button, while his gaze never leaves yours, his collected expression never once wavering. 

Sitting atop Gale's desk is far from luxurious. You're already shifting, doing your best to relax and meet his eyes, but you tense when he gives you a full once-over. You stifle your nerves. By now, you don't care where he has you, as long as he doesn't make you wait for much longer. 

Your impatience must reflect in your reaction. Gale brings his gaze back to yours, and it somehow seems much softer. 

"I thought you couldn't get any more gorgeous," He whispers, his fingertips drawing shapes you can't recognize into your skin, "But before my eyes, you've so effortlessly proved me wrong. What a fool I am." 

"A very loveable fool, at least," You counter, placing your hands on his shoulders as he glides his gentle palm up your side. The breeze still fluttering through his study tickles your skin, intensifying each faint, terribly warm touch. 

"You're too sweet. I doubt you'd be as composed if you knew the true depth to my foolishness. There is a great deal to address. Too much to fit into one short night, I'm sure." Gale's eyes narrow, adoration at the forefront of his expression, "It's arduous to simply try and think around you, you know. Well, unless one finds themselves thinking about you. You're such an unrelenting plague on my every thought- A good plague, I should add, not the, erm. Sickly sort." 

"Right. A good plague," You repeat. "Go on." 

"You are… impossible not to think of," Gale corrects, "My mind was made to study the intricacies of yours. I often found myself lost, absorbed in the fierceness of my adoration for you. Even at times where I perhaps shouldn't." 

Your eyebrow raises. "Is that so?" 

After staring at you blankly for more than a few moments, he awkwardly clears his throat and continues, "I suppose you're waiting for me to explain? If you asked our unlikely band of companions, I'm sure someone would tell you. They certainly remember how immensely I embarrassed myself with my obviousness, at our reunion and when we were still merely surviving together. But you never knew. I assumed you never knew. You failed to notice when I couldn't stop… staring at you, for lack of a better term." 

"I didn't notice that much." Briefly, your lips press into a line. "I had my suspicions, sure, but I wasn't entirely confident you felt… more, for me. More than the friendship we had already. Or maybe I found the reality of it hard to believe." 

"More barely describes it. My heart would begin to pound each and every time I saw you. Damn thing would tear into my chest like it wanted to come free, especially in the moments where we finished another battle victorious, barely making it out with lives and limbs intact. I'd watch you dust your hands. Wipe the mess of dirt, and some unlucky soul's blood from your face. Your jaw set, your eyes darkened. And I could only think of how much I wanted you." 

Apparently, he's not yet out of surprises. For a man who says so much, he picks the strangest times to keep his mouth shut, because you guarantee if you knew that then, you wouldn't have wasted this much time. No, you would've let him have you then and there, amongst the danger and against your judgment. Perhaps that's exactly what he was picturing. 

You swallow, eyeing him softly, curiously. "Were you just thinking? Or did you do something about those thoughts of me?" 

"Do something?" Gale huffs, letting go of you to return to his familiar habit of speaking with his hands, "As you know, those ideas, no matter how thrilling, could never be permitted to happen- They were forced to be kept in here, exclusively to myself. Lest they prove an unnecessary distraction. Many times, I dreamt of what it might be like to admit the truth. What I would say to you, if my feelings were returned. But I could allow these perspectives to haunt only me, and myself alone." 

He averts his eyes in fleeting nervousness. Tentatively, he mumbles, "When you, when those thoughts threatened to swallow me into their waiting jaws, and I couldn't stop thinking- Dwelling on your voice, your touch. Your beauty. I would… Hold on. Oh." 

You watch realization dawn on his face like the sun rising over the horizon. His eyes go wide and his face goes warm, he pushes away any uncertainty by breathing a small, light chuckle. He holds your side once more, and the anxiousness of his tense hand, fingers flexing, contradicts his supposed self-assurance. 

"Naughty." Gale teases, "Correct me if I've somehow veered onto the path of the mistaken, but I do believe I've discerned what it is you're getting at." 

Seems you can't hide your smirk anymore. Leaning back, your gaze locks with his, and the look on your face proves him right without the need for you to speak. Like the tressym who caught the canary, if he could describe it. 

Still, your head tilts, and you murmur, "Judging by your reaction, I doubt you need to be corrected." 

"Quite the risqué mind you have, don't you? And I thought I was the immodest one." His palm glides from your side, down to your waist, to your hip, "Though, I cannot lie, I am thrilled to indulge you. It's quite an… inappropriate matter to admit. But considering where we were already planning on taking this- Yes. I have done what you are thinking of. Shall I elaborate?" 

"I'd love it if you would." 

As you grasp his hand boldly, your fingers brush his. You guide him to the front of your pants again, until he's clutching the button, fiddling with it, feeling the shape while he tries to find his next words. 

"I was always head over heels for you," Gale explains, popping the button before pulling on the zipper, "It would be pointless to claim otherwise. You were far more than a passing fancy, and I knew I could never forget, nor forgo you. You were my sanctum, my love. I worshiped you. And so I defied my Goddess." 

You lift up when Gale begins to slide your pants from your thighs, until they're left in a pile on the hardwood floor. The surface of his desk feels cool against your bare legs. 

"Of course, you already know that much. My point- Which don't fret, we are getting to," He says, a palm nonchalantly finding your thigh. He caresses your skin, and your heart is in your throat, because his fingers are drifting ever-so slightly closer, "Is that I was restless. There's an explanation as to why I would often avoid you, why I'd slip away once dusk became night. I pushed every potent feeling down, as to not affect our mission, nor our companionship. But you- You are enthralling." 

Careful fingertips skate the inside of your thigh. And as you swallow down fragile gasps, he's only continuing, "Once I was alone, I could no longer stifle the longing I felt. Rest hardly reprieved me. I'd only dream of what we did not have the time to say, nor do. I imagined showing you everything I could give to you, the places I could take you, the marvels I wished for you to see. A snap of my fingers, and we could connect in ways you could not even envisage. We would forget our misfortunes. Our deities. Gods, it was worse when I had to watch someone else chat you up. That night, I'd be practically insatiable." 

Your head is whirling. 

His manner of speaking leaves more up to interpretation than you would have liked, but you know him well enough by now to be more than skilled at reading between the lines. And those words of his can only paint the most addictive picture. 

Gale, trying his best to impress you, to make you smile and keep you safe, only to grow a slight bit jealous when you basked in the attention of someone other than him. Gale, slipping away and "going to bed early" the first chance he got. Holing up in his tent, while you had no idea why. Trying to sleep, only to be awakened over and over again by his enticing dreams of you. Your visage overwhelming his mind, the practiced, straight-laced wizard would finally give into his vices. 

With a palm over his mouth, and a hand down his pants, his noises would be muffled as he works his deft hand over his stiff length. He'd close his eyes, silently scolding himself; he's ridiculous, moronic, pathetic. He should be able to stifle his foolish desires, and yet he couldn't stop, his jaw clenched as he visualizes what he wants, needs to do to you — For once, he'd let his hunger for you consume him. 

Perhaps he isn't as principled as you once thought him to be. 

"I- I felt the same way," You stammer, your throat tightening, making it harder to speak. His fingertips move upward to carefully graze your stomach; his gaze stays on yours, yet you're struggling to maintain eye contact. "It was hard not to daydream about you, whenever we had a moment to rest. My focus was… all over the place. I wanted you to myself. Wanted you to do whatever you wished to me." 

"It seems we are one in the same. You could ask anything of me, and I would consider it done." Gale's thumb hooks around your underwear, but freezes there, not yet moving. His volume drops to barely above a whisper; smooth, and intoxicating, "But I did not always think of you in such sentimental terms. With you as… tempting as you are, and with a wealth of unspoken affections between us, my musings would often wander elsewhere." 

A shudder racks your spine. "Elsewhere?" 

Leaning closer, Gale allows his free hand to steady on your waist. 

You've always thought him and yourself to be equal in prowess. You have fought beside him enough to respect his skill, but also to understand his weaknesses. Yet, in this moment, with his voice echoing against the shell of your ear as a low, sultry hum — If this were a fight, you would've already, most certainly lost. 

"Yes, to the comforts we hadn't yet explored. To the way your voice might sound when it strains. I pictured your hands, purely natural when they are joined with mine. Or perhaps your arms, your legs, tightly wrapped around my shoulders, and my back." 

You feel his palm, caressing your side in slow, simple circles. Your eyelids flutter, your body tremors in the wake of a pleasurable tide. Through his tone, you can practically hear the smile on his lips, "I'm sure you get the idea. I confess, I was not as grounded around you as I may have appeared to be. For saving-the-world's sake, my focus could not wane. Yet, my foolish heart only wanted to hear how you might plead to be given every last inch of me- And I would entrust it all to you. My mind, my body. My soul, if you had any use for it." 

His words have you so distracted, you almost fail to notice he currently has your underwear half-way down your thighs. 

Your gaze meets his. Something you can't read reflected in the back of his eyes, he gazes at you silently, but questioningly. As if he's waiting for your word to continue. Sighing, you force yourself to relax. You ignore the budding warmth that gnaws at your core. You shift, before you lift once more, and with a sly grin, he takes the hint to pull the garment off the rest of the way. 

"I might," You reply, shivering when his palm returns to your thigh, allowing your legs to part slightly when his touch begins to drift, "Maybe I'm a devil in disguise." 

"The sweetest devil in all of the Hells," Gale purrs. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek, and his fingers gravitate away; dizzy, your breath hitches. You can't figure out if he's teasing you on purpose, but whatever the bastard is trying, he's certainly succeeding. You tense from your shoulders to your legs, only for his lips on your nape to make you crumble again. 

"Gale-" 

He kisses the column of your neck, and your grip tightens on the desk's edge, nails practically digging into the wooden surface. Gale's fingertips achingly draw circles on the inside of your thigh, his touch coaxing them further apart. Your lungs are overwhelmed. By the lack of air, by the scent of dusk, and his books, and him. 

"Please," You plead; the sound is a sweet melody to his ears, "Touch me." 

You're more than enthralling — You are simply irresistible. 

Gale sighs, and as the held breath leaves him, he swears he feels the center of his chest thrum with such staggering tenderness. 

"You very well may be my demise." 

Bracing a hand on your waist, he hesitates. His brows pinch slightly. His palm feels clammy, almost, and you can feel the heat like untamed fire, radiating from his skin, shining through every pore. Cast upon him is a sheet of silken, fading light. You breathe, in and then out. How can he be so damn handsome? 

"It's been a while since I have done anything of this sort. I do not wish to overstep." Gale brings his fingers to rest underneath your chin — index and middle, tilting your head ever-so gently towards him. "You'll tell me if it gets to be too much? If I ever do something that you have, erm. A less than savory reaction towards?" 

"Of course," You reply simply, but the simplest of words are all he needs to be put at ease. "Do as you like. I trust you." 

And so, he does. His eyes soften, they remind you of dripping, warm honey. Yet, the palm that begins to glide over your chest, softly caressing, is somehow even warmer. 

You're nearly nose to nose, as Gale touches every curve and dip from your chest to your collarbones, admiring the lovely details. It's tender — analytical, in a way — as though he's studying exactly what forms your shape, so he may never forget. The sound of his breathing, along with your own echoes faintly in your ears. You feel revered, like the statue of some sacred God; and from study or by memory, he will learn to sculpt you. 

"Beautiful," Gale murmurs quietly, "You are made of splendor and stardust." 

Your heart intends to deny those words. You once thought differently, you believed ruin and rot were all to compose you. But if he presumes otherwise, if Gale is the one to insist you're so much greater, there isn't a single part of you left to challenge him. You are beautiful. 

At once, your veins buzz, exhilaration rippling through your system at his voice, his touch. His fingertips trail the length of your shoulder. They teasingly trace downward, only to move back up again, despite the twitch of your thighs and the purse of your lips. 

"That night," He breathes, his hand studying the column of your throat, the curve of your jaw, "Where I created the sky for you, I came right to the precipice of confessing. You were beautiful then. As you always are. I felt this… fondness, dwell within me while I looked at you. I wondered if your lips were as plush as they looked. Gods, I wanted to kiss you. Our enemies should have tore a page from your book. You know better than anyone how to reduce a former chosen to such weakness." 

Those addictive fingertips reach back, tracing up your spine, causing your whole body to tingle. From the smallest of touches, from his touch, you're rife with anticipation. You've wanted and waited so much and so long to feel this. Gale's other hand tightens on your side, reassuring while holding you still, and you wouldn't be surprised if he could tell. If he knew what he was doing to you. 

He's missed you, loved you, with every fiber of his doomed being. Now, fondness is more than within him; it's engulfing him whole. 

He swallows thickly. "It would have been delightful to pull you close. To cast aside my misgivings, and instead have you right then and there. Underneath the shimmering lights, while whispering blades of grass tickled our skin. The sight of you laid out underneath me would have been more exquisite than any flourish I am capable of creating, I'm sure. Or, the sight of you above, perhaps? I didn't mind either which way." 

"Gale." 

You mumble his name, in some cross between a hiss, a pout, and a plea. He catches your eyes with a smile. 

More than you might think, he has you figured out. The look you give him whenever he speaks: warm and soft-eyed, breath hitched, expression blissfully entranced. You've mentioned your not-so subtle weakness for his voice before. You love hearing him talk like this, don't you? 

"You're sweet, but sometimes-" You choke on a gasp, shuddering once his hand is roaming down, down. This time, brushing your stomach, your hip, your thigh. "Sometimes, I really just want you to kiss me." 

Perhaps you could listen to him forever, but he's no fool. Any request of yours he'd be happy to oblige. Especially this one. 

"Come here, then," He says, already closing the distance, "You merely have to ask." 

A hand holding your jaw, Gale pulls you in, his head tilting until you collide in a soft mess of lips and tongue. He blindly finds your thigh, gently pushing them apart; he squeezes your plush flesh, before he kisses you harder. 

Together, when you both pull apart to breathe, he meets your gaze: a question, and permission. You don't look away. Your gasps grow sharper as his touch moves closer, your nerves strung tight, your bottom lip drawn between your teeth. 

The ends of his fingers brush your slick, waiting entrance, and you whine. 

"Oh, you're… Wow," Gale sighs out. You swear with the way he sounds, he's practically in disbelief. He drags the digits up, getting them drenched and filthy in your mess of arousal, his fingertips applying slight pressure when they reach your swollen clit. You tense, swallowing down a whimper. His fingers glisten in the dying light, you watch him very obviously glance down once he drags them away. Pulling them apart, he admires the string of glossy slickness that clings in between them. 

"And I've barely just begun." He looks back to you, breathing the slightest huff, "I knew you- Well, I thought you felt strongly about me. As strongly as I feel about you. If I knew I was capable of doing this to you, of compelling you to be this… desperate, I would have divulged how I felt a great deal sooner." 

Like he's one to talk. Your affections go both ways — He made that clear when he was a stiff mess in his pants, just from you kissing him. 

Your chest heaves with your gasps, but only heaves harder once his touch leaves. His knuckles tense, his hand hovering inches away from you, and he looks over your face with brief apprehension. Right now, you can't have any of it. 

"What do you need?" Gale asks, tone smooth, low. 

"Your… Your fingers-" 

"And you need them where, to be exact? They are capable of bringing a great number of things into fruition. To have them inside of you, filling you- Is that what you're after?"

"Yes," Your voice wobbles to the edge of cracking, and you follow along, forcing yourself to get more specific, "Need them inside. Please, don't make me wait." 

He's never heard you beg before. Never thought you could get so needy, so flushed. For him, you're begging for him. 

During the path of your previous journey, your polite requests of him here and there were more than enough to get him ecstatic. This, though? He thinks he might crave to hear you plead your lovely desires for the rest of his existence. 

The same hand you've watched cast spells drifts back to you, between your legs. Gale's fingers, dexterous as they handle a fragile flicker of light in between them, masterful as they form the shape for another incantation. Delicately holding a thin quill pen, turning the pages of a worn book, crooking up to summon a hidden tome, or a detailed projection — His fingers begin to ease inside you, and all you can do is bite your tongue, and grip the edge of his desk like your life depends on it. 

They feel thicker than they look. You weren't expecting to be so full, even when they aren't entirely in, nor were you thinking he'd go this slowly. With how soaked you are, with how much you've needed him, you know his fingers — ring, and middle — would press inside you so simply, if that's what he was aiming for. They'd slide all the way in, fill you down to his knuckles, until your needy cunt is fluttering around him; you're filthy, and yet, despite the thoughts you have bouncing around in your brain, you hardly feel an ounce of shame. 

Instead though, different from what you were imagining, he takes his time. He savors this, savors you, delighting in your pretty expression, and the delicious moan you let go of as his fingers fill you just half-way. Half-way, not sinking fully in. The damn wizard is teasing you. He's dragging both digits out before they've truly given you what you wanted, leaving you disappointed once they slip away. 

As a small mercy, his fingertips move to circle your clit with the faintest touch. Right then, the entirety of you burns red-hot, impossibly sensitive. It's so much, and not enough at the same time. If he doesn't continue, you think you might cry. 

"I was intending to take things patiently, but I am more than willing to compromise," Gale suddenly murmurs, out of breath, his gasps betraying the levelness he tries to keep to his words. Clearly, this is affecting him just as much as it may be affecting you. His free hand tenses on your waist, and he drawls, "Tell me if it becomes too much. Or if you're in need of more." 

Like clockwork, you don't even wait for him to take another breath in. "More, Gale." 

He chuckles. Actually chuckles, in spite of any nervousness — and when the sound alone makes you shiver, a soft gasp in pleasure leaving your lips, you know you're absolutely done for. 

"Eager little thing." There's enough adoration in his words to devour and get drunk off of, "No matter, I'd already planned to give you everything." 

Your hand on the desk's edge clenches, and as though he knows without the need to see, Gale moves to place his palm over yours. His touch brushes your knuckles, his hand is effortlessly warm. His fingertips press to your waiting entrance; you breathe a sigh of approval, before he's working to slide them back inside you. 

They ease into your warm cunt deeper, nice and easy. As far as they'll go, until you're sufficiently full, with his palm lightly pressing against your pelvis, his knuckles barely grazing you. Gale's expression turns soft, washed over in utter lust. He mumbles the slightest swear under his breath that you almost don't catch, paired with a tender, low, That's it. 

And fuck, you're already struggling to handle this, but to hear him praise you? 

When he'd do so before, you were affected quite the same. He'd give you an earnest Excellent job! whenever you cracked another lock, or a Well done, when you downed a rather difficult foe. It was impossible not to dwell on his words, as ridiculous as you often felt. He would affectionately pat your shoulder, or place a hand on the small of your back when he was especially proud of you. You'd feel a chill run up your spine, just from that. A particularly shameful chill. 

Now though, like this? When his voice is a whole octave lower, and noticeably sultrier; when he's got two of his fingers nestled deep inside you, and his pretty gaze on yours, hair out of place as it gets stuck to his sweaty forehead — Gods help you, if he decides to say anything more. Knowing him, he will. 

He's still smiling while he stares at you, a look that speaks in pure adoration. And no matter how overwhelming, no matter the shivers that surge through your veins at the thought, or the intense pounding of your heart, you want him to speak. He's fucking right, his voice is your weakness. You want to hear all he's longed to tell you, no details spared. 

He's lucky you haven't melted into a puddle by now. Your limbs are weak, you feel like you might have. His poor scrolls. There's no doubt you're making a mess, but puddle-you would have left his desk and its important contents in shambles. 

Gale languidly pumps his fingers into you, in and then out, and your teeth grit at the sloppy noise they create. The pace he sets is slow, true to his earlier word. Ecstasy buds in your core at every draw back, and firm press in. Yet, the devotion, the listlessness to it — You're put on a pedestal right between needing less, and wanting more. It's perfectly agonizing. 

It isn't enough, you need just a sliver more of what he's not providing. But his slow, meticulous movement has you reeling. His thick fingers fuck you methodically, working you up to right where he wants you, and not an inch more. It feels like you might shatter in his arms, his hands, and he would be the one to put you back together. 

"Please," You're murmuring, your back arching, your eyes deep and hazy, utterly enchanting, "I need you- need you not to stop, fucking please." 

You make his focus shift in a mere instant. Holding onto you tighter, his fingers curl on the next press in, nudging oh-so perfectly against where you're oh-so sensitive. You're a mess, but he loves it; he relishes in admiring this lovely, desperate side to you. You practically cry out, your body tensing beneath his touch, your eyes screwing shut. And Gale, ever attentive, perpetually ambitious, crooks his dexterous fingers inside you again in a draw for more, until you're a gasping, trembling mess.

"You sound wonderful. Just perfect. Believe me, I want to stop as much as you may want to. Which, with regards to your greedy form of begging, would surely be not at all," Gale whispers, in a delicate hum. His words fill your head like clouds. "I have waited too long for this. I have wanted you far too greatly to stop now, and I do not plan to." 

You have his fingers soaked, his palm and his wrist filthy, practically dripping with your messy arousal. Between stifled whines and struggles for air, you utter his name. He falters for a moment. Ignoring his slacks growing tight and uncomfortable around him, he takes in an overly controlled breath. 

"Don't try to silence yourself," He says, "I want to hear everything." 

Your thighs quiver. They threaten to close around his arm, while precise fingers bully your sweet spot; you couldn't hold your moans for him back, not even if you were trying to. 

You toss your head back with a whine, loud and unabashed, and Gale offers your hand a gentle squeeze. His breathing is sharp, loud enough to hear, to feel as a fan of warmth against your chest and neck. The heat between you builds to something unbearable. Each thrust of his fingers is relentless: they draw gasps from you that echo in the walls of his study, your lungs aching raw. You are wet and warm and impossibly soft around both digits, you'll feel much softer and wetter around him. And you're simply stunning, from the top of your head, to the ends of your toes. Gorgeous, in a way he'll try his damndest to deserve. 

To hold you until the stars give out, to never have to let you go would be a dream made real. 

Engrossed in giving you what you need, he admires the softness present on your features when you prop yourself back up. Your chest heaves, your bottom lip trembling. He's been so focused on you, he hardly notices you've already shifted. 

You reach forward, your arm is shaky, faint gasps still slipping past your lips as his fingers massage that addictive spot deep within you. Your palm presses to his chest. Only then does he realize how quick his heart's been beating, and how strongly you've been affecting him. 

If you were a drug, or a form of charming magic perhaps, you'd be the most potent there is. Your hand glides down, gaze stuck on his — gazes locked on each other — and he lets you. He lets you move your palm down to a near dangerous degree; he shifts forward and closer, in fact, to simplify your reach. 

Impulsive, you allow your palm to travel between his legs before you've given it a second thought. You feel the firm outline of his cock, shamelessly tenting his pants, and Gale's brows pinch. He shudders, sighing softly, but he doesn't hold back from leaning into your touch. A small movement has his clothed length grinding against your palm; pure, exquisite friction. Fortunately, swarmed by your own desperations, you are wasting no time giving him more. 

For the first time since he began, or maybe for the first time ever, Gale's resolve crumbles. Your hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his hard, silky length, and he groans, the sound sweet enough to incite a heady pulse between your legs. He braces his free hand on the desk to keep steady, and his pace turns frantic as his head dips, strands of hair in his face, his fingers clumsily pistoning into you. 

He's warm in your palm, slick with dripping precum that dirties the smooth fabric of his briefs; so distinctly heavy, you start to feel dizzy, overwhelmed by a rush of blood to your head. 

"Shit," Gale swears under his breath when you grip him, then pump him, his eyelids heavy like he's woozy. Your reaction is immediate and visceral, pleasure blazing in your core, your chest heaving with quickened whines. 

His jaw clenches instinctually, your palm hurriedly swiping over his sensitive, weeping tip. It sends flurries of pleasure over him, and makes every touch much slicker, much wetter. The damp squelch made by the twists of your hand is nearly as filthy as the echo of his fingers plunging into you. 

He chokes on a moan, and he hurriedly murmurs, "Your touch is… It is unlike anything I have ever felt before, it's- oh- indescribable…" 

You're panting, your hand slowing down, the fragility and newfound pitch to his voice pooling heat in your gut, "Should I stop?" 

"No, for the love of every God still left watching over us," Gale reaches up, shakily tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingertips brush your skin with potent electricity, before he sets his palm back down on the desk, close enough to have your thumbs touch. "Absolutely do not stop." 

There's conviction in his voice; it makes your heart pound, and subsequently tremble. 

The way you stroke him is messy and quick, frantic to make up for the lack of space the confines of his slacks provide. Your brain is scrambled from his voice, his fingers: easing inside you, and then crooking, punching whines from you each time they perfectly nudge your sweet spot. You feel known, loved, as he studies what you need — to give it to you here, and countless times over. 

Between your sins and his, the room is drowned in the echoes of gasps, whines. In wet noises that sound disgustingly lewd when they reach your ears, sending sparks twisting up your back. Gale falls forward, his forehead rests softly against yours. He finds the curve of your waist, gripping you tight; a touch that brands, that makes you pliable. His warm hand on your bare skin is a wave of molten comfort, washing deep into your bones. 

"Back then," You mumble breathlessly, beginning a tangent of your own, "I wanted so badly to tell you how I felt. I w-wanted, needed you, I would have given up anything to be close to you. I thought of… of trying to stay quiet in your little tent, trying to make sure no-one else would hear us. You'd whisper in my ear that we have to be quiet, and cover my mouth with your palm while you rocked into me…" 

Gale stutters. He throbs, underneath your touch, and lets go of a long, shaking breath. He rolls his hips into your grip just barely, chasing another ray of pleasure. 

"Even a rudimentary spell could've… hah, solved that problem easily," He grits out, the bridge of his nose in a focused knot, "But I'm glad we weren't so hasty. This moment we have now, it is kept solely to ourselves. If we-" A groan, a sigh, "Had to account for unnecessary company, I would never have known how lovely you sound when you're pleading my name."  

"Fuck- Gale…" 

You moan in unison, syncing your breathing and the skip of your heartbeats. In the midst of your own pulse in your ears — your head swirling, drunk on him — you are freeing his cock from his slacks, making him inhale a hiss as the room's cold air hits his length. Your palm strokes all of him, from base to head: tenderly, slowly, agonizingly. He trembles, and his thumb brushes your clit while his fingers stay sheathed inside. Desire takes over what remains of you, as though his touch itself is made from magic. 

"I wanted to- I-" It's difficult to talk now; his thumb rubs slow circles onto your sensitive clit, and tension grips you tight, taut as deep in your core as his fingers reach. "I wanted to kiss you, feel you, taste you. Sometimes, I wished we could just forget everything and- Oh, Gods, I needed you, Gale. I knew I was foolish and greedy, but I couldn't lose you. I didn't want anything to ever happen to you, I love you. Just you, just as you are." 

Just as you are. 

More than anything he's once known, stronger than everything he's ever felt, those words send him spiraling into a hopeless, tender oblivion. 

You won't have to fear losing him. Not ever again. 

Despite the slight parting of his lips, he can't say anything more; he can only exhale in warm, heady pleasure, and sway forward to collapse into you. Your palm, working over his cock with soft, steady strokes, has him hurtling close to the edge with no reprieve in sight. His forehead leans into the curve of your nape, breath hot on your skin, and he can barely manage to think, let alone control the unsteady pace of his fingers; fucking into you desperately and clumsily, sending pleasure spiraling through your system. 

But your voice — Chiming in his ears, echoing with the earnestness of bells, you bring every devoted component of his attention right back to you. 

"Please," You beg, your tone quiet, on the verge of shattering like glass. Gale moves his palm to hold the small of your back as a slight comforting gesture, a silent reminder that he has you, and you feel the petals of your heart unfurl, and unwind. 

"I'm right there," You're gasping, "I'm- ah, please…" 

He can't contain himself, sweat beading at his chest and forehead as he sloppily thrusts into your now-loose grip. Every slow, choppy buck of his hips leaves him more overwhelmed. You have your head tipped back, as you jerk him off hurriedly, choking on your own moans. Euphoric flames lap at your gut, your limbs — Gale peppers your nape in haphazard kisses, and all it takes is one more touch, three more words. 

"I love you," His murmur rolls in vibrations against your kiss-sensitive nape; you melt, your back slumps. There's an intensity to his tone, a thickness to his accent and a slur between the syllables. You nearly drown him out with your own chants of his name. 

"My sweetheart," He falters, "My love- You feel perfect, and I- I'm so close- I've got you, let go, let go with me-" 

You flutter around his fingers, and he stammers with words left unsaid, murmuring faint recitations of your name as you both reach the crescendo. Frantic jerks of your palm and feverish swipes of his thumb on your clit, his touch palpable with so much love you can practically feel it — and you're slamming over the edge together. 

Gale's breathing comes from weary, bruised lungs. You feel him twitch, then pulse, and messes of moans and gasps resound onto your neck as he spills into your hand. The mess drips over your palm, coating your fingers. Your heart pounds against your chest like a drum, and the pleasant disaster of your release washes over your body — making you tense and cry out, your legs quivering as you cum for him — before setting you down, shakily and slowly. 

You can hardly think by the end of it. The aftershocks that grip you are unlike anything you've ever felt before. Finding your high while thinking of him pales in comparison to cumming for him, on his fingers. 

Neither you, nor him can speak. When Gale finally pulls apart from you, dragging his fingers from your warmth and stumbling to his feet, what makes up your tangled thoughts is still very much fuzzy. You're both panting hard; him, more than you are, perhaps. Your thighs are tense and sore, you have to force them to relax to ease some of the strain. 

Through heavy eyelids, you watch him run a palm over his face. He massages his temple, and lets go of a deep, weighted breath. The way he looks at you then, gaze settled on yours, could be enough to entrance you, all on its own. 

"Beautiful." He hums simply. His voice is still rough at the edges, quiet and strained. You aren't sure if it's a description, or a term of endearment; maybe both, you figure, so you can enjoy a taste of each. 

He reaches up to hold your jaw, his touch ever soft. You're lost for a moment. You catch your breath along with him, and feel what remains of the world around you fade away. 

"I believe I was meant to love you," He says, so earnest, his faith itself makes you shake. "You are an irrevocable destiny. My destiny." 

You offer him a smile that roots into him from the inside-out. And when he drifts forwards to kiss you at last, pulled in your direction like a fish on a line — Your lips press to his, and in his chest, arises a glow. 

This shared kiss is long, deep, and effortless. It is a waltz you both know how to follow, and yet, you lose your footing just the same. He pulls you close with an arm around your back, and you curl into his familiar touch. In turn, you clutch him tighter, kiss him harder, with your palm on his shoulder and a hand tangled in messy locks of brown hair. 

You both breathe a sigh once you've slowly pulled apart. Gale holds your chin, and speaks softly, the words akin to a secret prayer. 

"I am yours. Now, and for the eternities of lifetimes that might await us after this one." His expression deepens, and his thumb brushes your lips, carefully but simply, "I truly do love you." 

I love you. Those words still feel as soft as they are strange. They're all you've ever wanted though, natural on the tongue, despite how unrelentingly they shake you. 

Perhaps you really were meant for this, just as he believes. In this life, and in the lifetimes to follow, you will find and embrace one another. 

Standing up straight, he stretches, fixing his slacks before rolling his shoulders back. Your gaze flickers over his shape, and then down. Tenderness makes way to bristles of embarrassment, and it's hard to continue biting your tongue. Between the both of you, you've made quite the mess. Reminders of what transpired hit you like a bucket of bricks. Your heartbeat particularly spikes at the droplets of milky white that dirty the desk's smooth surface, and the flesh of your thighs. 

Gale seems to notice your staring. 

"Apologies," He clears his throat so loud the sound practically bounces around the room. His tone carries a weight of lightheartedness, and you can't explain how nice it is to hear. It lightens the load on your own shoulders, in some way. "I did not suspect I was… so pent-up. Are you alright?" 

"I'm alright," You resound, inhaling slowly, and feeling the buzz in your chest begin to settle as a result. "I feel great, honestly. How about you? Tired yet?" 

"Oh, I am anything but. Feels like I pissed off some impudent mage, and as punishment they set my nerves aflame," Gale shakes out his sweaty palms, then idly flexes his fingers, "Not any sort of punishment I've ever heard of, but I would certainly commend their creativity. It will take more than that to tire me out, I assure you. Unless you, yourself are tired, of course. In which case, I would be glad to assist in your relaxation." 

"Thank you, but there's no need. I'm not tired yet either." You shuffle closer so you can wrap your arms around him, and your hand promptly tangles in his hair, while the other brushes the back of his neck, fingertips tracing down to the space between his shoulder blades. You swear you feel him shiver. "C'mere. I haven't had near enough of you." 

"Is that so?" Gale smiles. He closes the fraction of distance between you, and steadies a hand on your jaw. "I'm pleased to say the feeling is mutual." 

This time, the kiss he plants to your lips reminds you of falling. Falling, with no worry of hitting the ground. Just infinitely drifting through a cloudless sky, while you helplessly listen to the race of your pulse in your eardrums. And as quickly as he sends you careening towards the earth, he's grounding you, with a kiss to your throat that sets your senses alight. 

His lips hover there for longer than they need to, breathing warmth onto your neck, until you reward his efforts with the sweetest of sighs. Then, his mouth trails kisses from your collarbone to your shoulder. His hand holds your side when you sway, helping to keep you steady. 

It's as though your soul is helplessly detached from your own body. The growing shadows in his quaint study envelop your vision, and cradle you in their looming embrace. You imagine the pale moon, the shimmering stars, soon to bathe you in their faint light. But for now, it's just the two of you, pleasantly alone, in the center of his universe. Truthfully, your soul is bound to him. Gale's hands, and beating heart. 

Warmly, he mutters against your shoulder, a squeeze of your side blended with slightly muffled words, "Are you comfortable?" 

"Mhmm," You nod, and you tilt your head opposite as he moves to press kisses to the other side of your nape, "We can move- If that's what you want." 

"What I want is to have you wherever it is you prefer." Placing a final small kiss to the side of your neck, he then pulls back, meeting your pretty gaze with an expression that sparkles. "My bedroom is always an option. Traditional, yes, but surely comfortable. Continuing here would be most pleasant as well. Most exciting. The choice is left up to you, although," He breathes a slight laugh, "I suppose I may picture this the next few times I am sitting here working. Might pose a slight problem to my future productivity." 

You huff, half-rolling your eyes. You playfully squeeze his shoulders, teasing palms caressing his warm skin, "In that case, I want you nowhere else but here." 

Gale smirks, his expression enveloped in unmistakable tenderness, but this time, he holds his tongue. He grasps your wrists, and when your palms follow his lead to slip from his shoulders, he is taking your hands into his. He's shifting, kneeling, sinking down in front of you until your heart is left a shaken and stuck mess inside your throat. 

"Look at me." 

Oh. You didn't notice you were starting to glance away, avoiding his eyes while you attempt to ignore the warmth burning over your face. You tear one of your hands away from his to grip the edge of the desk, steadying yourself. Hesitantly, your gaze flickers back to his own — just in time to watch Gale press a kiss to your knuckles. 

He looks at you as though you are devastation, devotion, in the softest, mortal form. Twilight shimmers in the details of his silhouette: the features of his face, the silver in his hair, and his shiny, metal earring. You once thought the symbol hanging from his ear to be some solemn, self-imposed reminder. Instead, you've grown to realize it is spite, pure and fierce. Because after everything, he is still tenderly, maddeningly alive. 

"You will not lose me, not ever, not for a moment," He says gently, squeezing your hand, resoluteness in the back of his gaze. "I promise you. I want for nothing, when you are at my side. Nothing but the privilege of seeing you smile, which I will try my very hardest to earn. No matter what we may face, perils or strife, anything that is left to try and stand in our way, we will brave it- We will defy it. And we will do so together. Just as we once did." 

Gale allows his thumb to brush over your knuckles before he lets your hand go. You eye him silently, awestricken, your chest tight and your mouth useless. Perhaps it is your silence that prompts him to gaze at you smugly, place his palms on your thighs, and shift closer until his head is inches away from dipping between your legs. 

"Now, let me have you." Voice low, he breathes the words loud enough for only you to hear, "Let me cherish you, as I have always longed to, and as you have always deserved." 

So foolish. He does have you, he has held every part of you from the moment you and him collided. 

You take a breath, deep and slow. "Then have me." 

Reaching forward, you knot a hand in his hair as encouragement. Gale holds your waist, smirking slightly, and he waits, lingering, or perhaps teasing you. When your fingers tighten on his hair and you let go of a quickened, impatient huff, the desperate look on your face causing his heart to skip, only then does he finally move. He leans close, pressing a kiss to your stomach that brims with tingling electricity. 

"Gale-" And you sigh, you melt, "I love you, I love you so much-" 

His brows knot, softness in his expression, and he begins to adore your skin with his lips. He plants messy kisses from your navel, down. When he moves from your hips to your legs, tenderness turns to hunger. His kisses are warmer, blessed onto your inner thighs as he leaves faint bites, along with soft brushes of the tongue; not enough to mark, just enough to feel. Enough to make you tremble at the subtle nip of teeth, and shake from the heat of his steady breaths on your skin. 

Both palms find your thighs to gently coax them apart. Nervousness prickles up your spine, heightened by the warmth in your gut, and by the heaviness in Gale's eyes as he looks up at you. But when he leans close, at the first swipe of his tongue over your waiting cunt — Everything melts away to nothing but sharp, pure pleasure. 

Your fingers grip his hair so tight you think you might yank some strands out. You're panting, and he isn't stopping; each little lap of his tongue makes you shake, already a whining mess, echoing the sweetest noises for him. You only make him want to hear more. 

He wants you crying happy tears for him, wants you to forget your hardships as you fall to pieces on his mouth; but for now, he'll have patience. Slight, teasing flicks of his tongue are enough to start with. Judging by the intensity of your grip on his hair, and the way your chest heaves from the force of loud, labored breathing, he isn't sure you can handle much more, despite how terribly you make him want to give it to you. You deserve all you could ever need. 

You deserve to be happy, safe, loved. He won't let you be marked by more scars. You're precious to him, more precious than anything he has once held, and simultaneously, you are damn near impossible to resist. 

From between both your thighs, he can't tear his gaze away from you above him: your pretty face, consumed by ecstasy and impatience. You, on the other hand, can barely take the way he looks at you with such tenderness, and yet, confidence. Like he knows exactly what he's doing to you. 

Gale swipes the flat length of his tongue over your entrance, then flicks the tip against your clit, and the moan you let fall from your lips captivates the entirety of his muddled mind. He huffs something of a laugh, and pulls back to give you a small chance to breathe. 

"Remarkably sweet, and ravishingly sensitive." The sultry hum to his tone settles a decadent sensation between your ribs: pleasure, and an encompassing anticipation. His lips are already wet and glistening. "You were just meant to be devoured." 

Your heart shudders, and your breath hitches. Gale grips you by your sides, his gentle touch smoothing over your skin. His hair in his face is a mess you've made. You shakily push the strands back, and as your fingers brush close to his scalp, the only signs he's affected are the shuddery inhale he takes, and the devotion that shines in the back of his pupils. 

"Spread your legs apart a little further, for me," He mumbles. When you oblige, he hums the smallest form of praise, the faintest, Very good. Then, his mouth is giving you no room for respite. 

You whimper, watching his honeyed gaze on yours go soft, before his eyes flutter shut. His hands on your sides grip you tighter, and with swipes of his tongue, he thoroughly tastes your entrance. He was right; you are sensitive. Especially when he buries his face in your cunt, every sickeningly slow lap of his tongue feeling charged, ripe with exhilarating arousal. 

When you tense, panting harder with a swallow, he squeezes your side, and he stops. He huffs in short breaths centimeters away from you. Your shoulders slowly go slack. You press both hands to the edge of the desk and hold on tight, trying to remain steady. He only dives in again once your sighs have settled, and this time, he's licking, then sucking. The sound is sloppy, terribly lewd, as he presses his lips to you and sucks softly on your clit. Infatuation surges through your veins so fast, you begin to feel yourself go numb. 

He licks a steady stripe, groaning quietly. His facial hair scratches the inside of your thighs with such bitter sweetness. He's moving one palm down to your thigh, caressing before lifting. Your leg settles comfortably onto his shoulder, and he's pressing closer, he's ever-so carefully easing his tongue inside you. It's warm, meticulous; the attention there, the sensation of being so barely filled, stretched around the end of his tongue — It makes your head spin with ferocity. 

Those sensations melt to expectancy, to a dwindling heat as he draws back; for only a moment, thankfully. He swallows, his words muffled when he mutters against your eager cunt, "You taste divine." 

On his tongue, he's sure you're the sweetest thing he's ever known. Saccharine like the stars, akin to the smooth velvet wine he remembers sampling in Calimshan. But perhaps, it's even sweeter to have you like this, to know he's the only one who can do this to you. Your limbs are trembling for him. It's his tongue you're a mess on, his voice and his touch to make you this way. 

He should never have doubted himself. If he could rewind the clock just once, it wouldn't be to change past wrongs, nor would it be to rid his chest from the orb, or abandon it entirely. He would have gone without meeting you then, still just a reckless wizard in the cold palm of his Goddesses hand. 

Rather, he would go back and tell you how he felt, he'd tell you everything — He'd have you accompany him to Waterdeep well before his proposition at your reunion, and he wouldn't have held back the words on his tongue. He doesn't want to leave you, he loves you; he'd watch your expression change, your hands squeezing his when he grabs them tight. And he knows he would kiss you right then, in the same way he already has. 

I've fallen for you he was waiting to whisper, when this universe seemed to contain just the two of you. He wanted to kiss you so softly when you smiled at him during your late-night talks, closing the inches of distance between you to feel your smile on his lips instead. He'd kiss you so desperately when you found yourselves on the edge of death, both hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs smearing blood onto your skin, because even then, all he could fathom was how deeply he adored you. 

As long as he kept you safe, he didn't need more. He no longer wished for godhood. He could greet the end with no regret — but to have lived, to be able to persist in this life at your side means the world itself to him. 

It will take a long while to make up for lost time. Though maybe, he can start here. His mouth can do more than recite poems and confessions. Much more. 

In demonstration, Gale leans into you. He relishes in the way you shake under his hold, once the practiced end of his tongue flicks against your swollen clit. He has to hold you steady, gripping tight while he kisses your clit, your thighs, and then devours you with sloppy kisses to your cunt: open-mouthed, a mess of soft sucks and rich groans into you. His lips brush every sensitive inch, shaping you as you dissolve to pliancy, like soft clay in his careful hands. 

"Feels good-" You try to mumble, biting the words; you've never felt anything this addicting. Your voice carries a noticeable shake, one you just can't swallow down, "Feels so fucking good…" 

"Not good enough to render you speechless," Gale hums against you, lust weaving through his tone. You'd almost think he was talking to himself, if it wasn't for the way he briefly looks at you, eyelids heavy, pupils blown-out. "Suppose I ought to continue." 

His mouth lavishes your cunt once more, firm sucks on your clit paired with swipes of his tongue that gently tease your needy entrance — You grip the desk tight, moving your hand to grab a fistful of his hair instead. You bite down so hard on your lip you think it might bleed. 

You can't focus, you feel weightless, his words won't leave you as much as his mouth continues to devour you. His sultry voice, his soft expressions of love; how long has he waited for this? How fiercely has he wanted you, wanted to tell you the fondness he kept captive inside? How long has he imagined pleasuring you on his tongue, until all you can manage to plead is his name? 

For longer than you were first picturing, surely. There's desperation to the new pace he's set, a wild yearning, as Gale allows his composure to slip and pleasures you with every single breath. His palm runs over the warm underside of your thigh when it twitches on his shoulder. He's relentless, even when you grip his hair so tightly it must hurt, whimpering for him and his mouth in unintelligible murmurs. 

He gives you more without the need for you to ask. He's moaning into you in turn, his tongue pressing in to taste you. And your taste is electrifying. The whine you give him is one he wishes to memorize. He feels he may yearn for this — to taste you, to have you — until the universe converges to a collapse, with all Nine Hells finally frozen over. 

Speechless, that's how he wants you, and if he continues like this, he might make good on such an objective. Ironic. For as much as he's spoken, you're the one asked to stay voiceless. You doubt he truly wants you quiet. Every moan you make at the lap of his tongue, or the brush of his lips, draws a staggered sigh from him in response. 

At least, considering how much the bastard spends talking, of course he's good with his mouth. 

He mumbles something inaudible against you, a mess where your name is the only thing you make out. His voice echoes in vibrations right onto your clit, and you're gasping, your thighs trembling. They practically close around his head, but he pushes them back apart to make room; his one hand on your thigh, the other on your waist. 

The moment you've relaxed, legs spread wide for him, he's grabbing your sides so tight it makes you go stiff in surprise. He's pulling you in, he's giving you more of his mouth, and you're rocking. You're grinding onto his tongue without forethought, focused only on the bliss that rips through your body and intensifies in your core. 

You barely catch the way his eyes flutter when you roll into him. He begins to guide your movements with his grip on your waist, pulling you closer while twirling his tongue, allowing you to use his mouth as you desire. 

And you do. You fuck yourself on his mouth and tongue between his hurried kisses, his muffled groans muttered against you. Until your high is frantically splintering towards you, your fingers flexing in his hair, your throat sore and muscles even tenser. 

"Gale," You can't get out anything but his name, lungs overtaken by gasps, the edge of your voice sore from cries of pleasure, "I-" 

You don't tell him you're there. You couldn't manage the words, but with the way he hums in approval against you, squeezing your waist in silent persuasion, his tongue focusing on your clit with tender precision — You suspect he knows, and he wants, needs you to cum for him. With your heart beating fast in your chest and your ears, the rope snaps, and you're cumming on his mouth, while his name is a stuttered mantra on your lips. 

Your thighs can't help but tense, brushing his face and smothering him; you pulse on his tongue, your grinds against him growing erratic, desperate. Everything in your body is swallowed by rocky waves, a sense of pleasure in your chest and your head and your core imploding with blistering heat. Your voice breaks. You only settle when you've fully succumbed, drowning in the aftershocks. 

After your eyes have slowly opened, and your fuzzy vision has returned, you notice you're not the only one struggling to breathe. You feel it first: the brief tickle of his warm breath on your thighs, his lips barely brushing against your skin. You hear him exhale, long but shaky: a perfectly enticing sound. 

Gale pulls apart from you while he huffs, he wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His face is flushed, lips parted, chest heaving. But fuck, he's smiling, grinning like you've never seen before, earnestly and so in love. Your heartbeat practically skips. 

You shouldn't be surprised that the first thing he does upon rising to unsteady feet is brace a hand on the desk, grasp your chin between his fingers, and kiss you. Your shoulders slump, and as you're kissing him back, you're breathing a soft exhale into his mouth. He drags you in as close as he can get you, leaving you practically smushed against his chest. Still, your heart begins to sing. Familiar feelings burn to life once more as his mouth parts, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. 

When you separate, it's agonizingly slowly. It's just enough for him to gaze into your eyes, to see you melt, simply from the way he looks at you. Together, you remain deadlocked for a moment, catching your breath without a word. His warm eyes and soft lips are effortlessly enticing; it takes every ounce of your remaining strength to resist kissing him again, surely crumbling the composure you've worked so hard to restore. He drifts back, a complacent look on his face. His fingers stay delicately grasping your chin. 

You're going to break the silence before he can, and you'll get straight to the point. 

"I need-" You swallow, resisting the urge to glance away from him no matter how flustered you've become. He can have your composure, he can have every damn part of you — "I need more. I need you. Please." 

Gale's spine tingles with an almost-shudder. He can't resist guiding you forward by your jaw, until his lips are able to kiss the top of your head. A kiss that drips with meaningful, aching adoration. Your heart stirs, and you let go of the breath you were holding. 

"Dearest," He coos quietly, a tender edge to his voice, like a knife that twists and caresses your ribs, "You will be given all you need. Perhaps even more." 

His fingertips skate your shoulders, before his palm presses to your chest. He kisses your cheek, and against your ear, he gives the faintest muttered instruction: Lay back. You were already doing so before the command, but his words lead you to follow the slight push of his palm, until you're settling with your back hitting the desk. 

The hardwood is cool against your skin, and he shoves some books aside to give you space to rest your head. He's leaning down with you, pressing a final kiss to your nape once you're stable. As Gale pulls back, coming into view above you, heat surges through your veins. Your nerves thrum with something more than love. Something more like sanctity. 

Sweat coats both your bodies in a glimmering sheen. Gale's hair is out of place, shadows flicker over his features but pay special attention to the grooved, dark scar on his chest. The sun has long since finished its descent, the last flecks of light vanishing to nothingness. You don't notice how dark it has truly become until Gale provides a solution with words under his breath, and a snap of his fingers. 

Effortlessly, light dances in your vision, the candles that decorate his study coming to life. His lips twitch into a smirk. His hand finds your side, feeling your shape. 

It's just the two of you, now and hopefully always, in his favorite corner of the world. On his damn desk, to make matters more tantalizing. The same desk he'd spend hours alone at, reading or planning lessons, trying not to let his mind wander to you instead. And you, speaking of. You, bathed in faint light, sprawled out beneath him like poetry on a page — Without a doubt, you are gorgeous. To the point of addiction. 

"There you are," He murmurs at last, while his thumb draws circles on your side. The lighting is still dim and moody, but this feels as though it is the first time he's truly been able to see you. To see all of you. He drinks you in, admiring your shape, your marks, your scars. The details that define you, everything he loves. 

He allows his gaze to drag down, and then up, back to your eyes. You're shuffling out of nervousness, but his warm touch on your skin encourages you to relax. 

"Beautiful, aren't you? Each time I look at you, I feel my love burn ever brighter. You are the sun. A warm, incandescent sun. Most worthy of worship. Basking in the heat of my affections, I would gladly allow you to reduce me to cinders." Reaching out to you, Gale's fingers brush your cheek, before he stops. He suddenly lets go of a sigh so heavy it makes his shoulders turn slack. "My apologies. I'm chattering on again. Such a habit is proving challenging to break." 

"Don't apologize," You counter, and you bring your hand to his own. Your fingertips brush his, you press his palm to your cheek and keep it there. The soft smile you flash him begs to be lost in. "If you haven't noticed, I quite like hearing your voice. You're sweet. And you always have the sweetest things to say." 

Gale grins, "Do I? Hm, I'd hate to have to call you mistaken, especially after the kindness you've imparted to me. But I believe you're the sweet one. In a multitude of ways, for that matter. I would certainly know." 

He only smiles wider when you pout, before playfully pushing at his shoulder. As you lean backward once more, getting comfortable, he is quick to close the distance in between you. 

Your arms sprawl above your head, wrists crossed over; as much as they can manage, anyways, accounting for the limited space his desk provides. Your elbows knock against carefully placed stacks of books, legs hanging over the desk's edge. Cool air fills and settles in your lungs, and he moves closer, a knee between your thighs, a hand pressed to the desk to rest himself over you. Throat dry, you swallow thickly. 

"But your thirst has not yet been quenched, now has it?" He murmurs, eyes narrowed, his voice noticeably lower than before. The palm he's kept to your cheek holds you delicately, and his thumb just barely brushes your plush bottom lip. 

"With you as delightful as you are," Gale is continuing, "To claim you deserve everything I could offer would be… plainer than insisting the midday sky to be blue, so to speak. I am eager to satisfy you, to give you the adoration you have most definitely warranted. I'd like to make this as pleasant as it will inevitably be unforgettable." He tilts your head towards him slightly, and you feel choked by breathlessness. "I could never express the whole of my love for you. But allow me to try." 

Your hands clam up, balling into sweaty fists as you try to maintain your gaze on his. Candle flames waver in the background of your vision, flickering to their own tune. His eyes travel from yours, to your lips, and back up again. 

"I love you," You whisper, because it's all you can think of, devotion is the only force running rampant in your mind, "I truly, earnestly do. We have time. We have nothing to fear anymore. You can take me in every way you wish. I'm yours, I always have been." 

Gale's brows pinch in thought, and his gaze brims with tenderness. "Then let us make up for the time we have lost." 

His palm moves. From your cheek, his touch patiently drifts to tickle the side of your neck. Your shoulder next, and you shudder when you feel his knuckles brush your chest. His touch is home, familiar and grounding, dragging the ruin from within you amid each subtle stroke. In the same instant, your heart is heavy, and set ablaze. 

"We can drown in each other. There is nothing I have wished for more, not a soul I have wanted greater than you." Gale divulges, "I've dreamt of this. Of making love to you, as we breathe one another's names. Of hearing you confess precisely what you've just told me, that you are mine." 

He inhales slowly, shakily. His palm gently feels your stomach, your hip, the curve of your side, while his resolute gaze never departs from your own — "I love you. You deserve perfection. And although I cannot promise such a thing, I swear to give you all of me." 

Gale watches your expression start to soften; reminiscent of the same sun he has always seen in you, when it first dawns from the steady, sea-bound horizon. You shift, your legs repositioning to either side of his waist, caging him in. You're smiling, and he keeps his eyes on your hazy form. 

"I don't need perfection," You answer simply, earnestly. "I just need you." 

You. 

There's so much hidden in such a short and basic word. I need you. You've longed for more than just to stand at his side as an ally, an assistant, a friend. Now, he can see that. How foolish he was to ever believe otherwise. At last, with no more perils to stand in your way, you're together. You have time. Your hearts can finally indulge in the magnetism they have to each other, no longer ruled by uncertainty. 

Without hesitation, you need him — as you have since the start, and for all that he is. 

For his softness, his intelligence, for the change in his voice when he's rambling about something he enjoys, and for the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention. You found yourself wishing he knew. You've grown entranced with every part of him, including flaws coalesced with ambition, regardless of your possible destruction. Falling for him was natural. Mistakes and magic and mortality in all. 

Perhaps there is time to be made up for. But falling in love, entwining your fates together until they were at last pulled back as one, was purely inevitable. 

Gale exhales. He runs his fingers through his hair, his shoulders taut, hoping to relieve some of the tension. It only helps marginally. Both hands then maneuver to grip your waist. His thumbs brush your hips, the faintest touch alighting your skin in goosebumps. 

"You are… Gods, you fill me with such potent emotions, you know?" He murmurs; your arms are locking around his shoulders, keeping him close, and as he notices the heaviness to your eyes, his breath slowly grows more ragged, "I have always loved you, I've wanted this so terribly. And yet, now that it's happening, now that you are here, and not a lifetime apart like we both once were, I don't- I cannot think. My mind refuses to allow it." 

His hands tense on your waist, his brows furrowing, fingertips pressing ever-so forcefully into your skin. When you smile in response, and drag him in to interrupt with a tender, long kiss to his lips — this time, while eyes flutter shut in unison, heads tilting, a soft groan uttered against your mouth — thinking is left to become irrelevant. 

The focused expression he was wearing melts to a warm grin once you've pulled apart from him, exhaling heated breaths against his lips. His gaze on yours glints with affection, and his mind is a beautiful mess: thoughts not finding a beginning, nor an end. Smoothly and softly, Gale cups your cheek, and as you lean into his touch, the rest of his head weakens with blooms of love. 

For you, he has always been weak. You could best him, you could threaten to destroy him. You could pull him apart at the seams with tender, blood-soaked hands, and as long as you kissed him while cleaving his heart out, he would unravel for you with a smile. 

He murmurs quietly, "So I won't. I will cast any and all thoughts of mine to the wind. Doubt has long since had its fill of me, I refuse to provide it with more satisfaction. I've never loved anyone as intensely as I love you. Nothing could sate me as you do. With fate now ours to command… I hope I won't be made to let go of you." 

"Don't, don't ever let go of me," You answer, your tone a gentle coo, your hands tensed on his shoulders, "And don't you dare pull away." 

Gale laughs, huffing slightly. Then, he surges forward, along with pulling you in, until his lips are crashing like lulling waves against your own. 

You kiss, again and again, pressed together with purpose, burning with intensity. Blindly, his grip finds your wrist when your hands slip from his shoulders. An arm falls beside you, and he adjusts the other. Fingertips drift over your palm, he presses your hand beside your head, and he laces his fingers with your own. His hand and yours fit together like lock and key; naturally, just as he'd described. Your heart must resist the desire to never let go. 

As he slowly drags apart from your lips, he's moving to kiss your jaw, your neck. Warm, soft kisses, his tongue lightly tasting your skin, guiding you to curl into him. The slightest attention has a way of feeling so intoxicating, whenever he is the one to provide it. 

Anticipation envelops you. Desire links between him and yourself, and settles deep in the pit of your stomach. It gnaws at you, wanting more, wanting what you've needed since you first found each other. His touch is so irresistible because you've been waiting to feel it. You've dreamt and imagined, hoped and fought so you both could survive, and now, he is finally yours. 

"What do you need from me?" Gale hums into your nape, his palm caressing your side while he squeezes your hand. Sultry voice muffled, his messy hair tickles your skin, and his lips brush your collarbone. "I want to hear your voice speak the words." 

So, you answer. You let his voice wrap around you, his kisses to your neck embrace you, and allow yourself to melt underneath the weight of your longing. 

"I need you," You stammer into the open air, your grip on his hand growing tight. When he hums against your throat, faint kisses twisted with heady vibrations, you know what he wants, and you'll give him much more than that: "Fuck me, please…" 

The brazenness to your own words makes your head pool with poignant visions, daydreams of Gale pinning you to his desk and taking you like you've both been craving; a hand in yours, his thumb in your mouth. Slowly, intensely, amidst hitches of breath and skin against skin. With a tenderness so acute and raw, that the press of him inside you would be divine enough to make the Gods take notice. 

Some senseless part of you almost hopes they do. 

A terribly soft kiss is placed on your cheek, and you're shivering, listening to his breath pick up and his sighs get heavier. Your ankles are locking around him, they're pulling him closer. Now, he's moving, he kisses your lips fervently as your hand grips his, and your free palm settles onto the center of his chest; as it has done many times before, as though it was meant to be there. His heart pounds, his hips shove into yours. The stiff weight of his length, confined in his slacks, grinds between your legs — and you give up on whatever shreds of sense you were still holding onto. 

After a slow drag away from your lips, your chin now held between his fingers, Gale takes a deep breath. An intense, steadying breath. Through heavy eyes, the way he looks at you earns a shiver that traverses down the length of your spine. 

His brow cocks, his lips form a tell-tale smirk; and you should know from the way he looks at you that you've lost. Still, it takes his words to truly hammer it home, while your heart hammers in your chest alongside them. 

"You're quite exhilarating. Nevertheless, I suspect you are well aware of the powerful effects your coy words often have on me. With much proficiency, you know my weaknesses." Gale draws his fingertips over your jaw, his head tilted in subtle concentration. His voice is kept level, in the same gentle tone you've come to know, but there's no doubt he has you right where he wants you. You can tell, you could always tell. His gaze darkens with familiar ambition, and he draws a slow, shaky inhale. 

Yes, you may know his weaknesses. But he knows yours. 

"Need is but a dire, hungry word. Though, I must admit, I find it terribly sweet to hear you pleading for me." Gale teases, "Brings to mind our adventures together, your small implores of please when you wanted my help. Generally with some sort of riddle. Or a particularly well-locked door, perhaps. Of course, I could never say no to you." 

"Mhmm," You hum in reply, speaking slowly to force your growing nerves to calm. You've watched Gale master spell after spell, triumph over puzzle after puzzle. You can only imagine this is what it's like to be on the receiving end. Briefly, you clear your throat, "Let me guess, it's even sweeter to hear it from me now?" 

"Oh, yes. It certainly is. But a plea must be accompanied by an acknowledgement. I'd be cruel to keep you waiting any longer." 

Your fingers tense from the absence once his hand releases yours, but the way his touch glides down, from the shape of your hips to the back of your thighs, quickly has your nails digging into your own palm. You draw your bottom lip between your teeth. He tugs you closer, close enough to have your bodies rock together again — Shuddering, he sucks in a sharp breath, freezing up completely. It takes everything he has to resist grinding against you once more, to disregard the way his cock throbs at the thought alone. 

He's teased you quite enough. You are going to have what you want, and you're going to get it properly. 

Your eyelids flutter, your voice weak, desperate, "Gale-" 

Abruptly, you cut yourself off when he smooths his palms up your sides and leans in. Distances close, his lips brush the shell of your ear and his body presses closer to your own. Feeling him against you, the weight in his slacks nudging your entrance and brushing your clit, worn fabric growing messy and glossy with your arousal — It's merely a taste, when what you truly want is to feel him inside you. 

Every inch of your skin seems to burn with flushed heat. You were hoping to get him going a little. On that front, you seem to have succeeded. But you couldn't have expected him to turn the tides right back on you. 

His voice comes out right next to your ear, reverberating through you, pulling you under to drown in fervent waters. 

"You need me, yes?" Gale murmurs, and as his lips brush your lobe, you swear you can hear his stupid smile through his tone alone, "If you are begging for me to take you, to fuck you, what sort of lover would I be if I denied you what you've been desiring?" 

Your throat aches with a high-pitched whine; the building warmth within you blisters, and all your yearning culminates to this.

To your chest heaving between his kisses to your jaw and your face, your palm snaking between your bodies, arm reaching downward as far as it can manage. You're practically panting, as you allow your fingers to graze his waistband and fumble for a better grip. He indulges you, propping above you for a moment, and then discarding his pants in a rush, pushing them down just enough to let his cock come free. 

The dusting of brown hair leading from his chest to his stomach trails all the way down, but you aren't given much of a chance to stare; his hands grab your hips, he guides you while surging forwards to place a desperate kiss to your mouth. The tip of his cock, flushed and pearled with precum, ever-so slightly brushes your waiting entrance. 

And this — The sigh that racks through you, the expression on his face when he pulls back to look at you, to admire you, lips parted as he gasps. Your bodies tremor with the same longing, the same wavelength. Love drips over your heart and your ribs, melting like long crystallized amber, warm and rich and effortlessly palpable. 

You couldn't ask for anything else. In his presence, in his comfortable tower in Waterdeep, with his hands on your skin and his heart beating to the rhythm of your own, you've found your home. This moment is more than lovely. It is perfect, and as your soul begs to be known, to be understood, he instills you with a promise of worship. 

Worship. The adoration one might give to the Gods is still not divine enough for what you deserve, Gale believes. 

Perhaps it's your sense of contentment that causes your heart to stir. When your mind starts to wander, envisioning what the future may hold as Gale is squeezing your hips and peppering sweet kisses down your neck — You'd move in with him, the moment he asked. His tower has plenty of space for the both of you. Not that you have many belongings. His tressym has practically begged you to stay, citing herself that Gale wants you to, that he'd likely ask you, if he had the courage. He's much happier whenever you're around dear, he is simply too proud to admit it. 

Hells, you'd marry him if he were to propose, you've already dreamt of how he might do it. What he'd say, as he gets down on one knee and takes your hands into his. You wouldn't even think twice before you'd be resounding with a yes, followed by those three special words. 

He wouldn't have to simply show you the spectacles of his home, you could live through them. You could enjoy thousands of days just like this one, relaxing, teaching together, and then arriving home, indulging in each other's company until the sun rises back into the sky. It would be a nice life. The calm, simple life you both have earned. 

Your thoughts grow stuck on this morning, in particular. When the both of you had no idea what would transpire, still just friends, greeting each other politely as Gale ushered you into his home. Your lungs filled with the familiar smell of books, and the fresh new scent of the sea. 

The pitter patter of your heart in your chest grew frantic when he hugged you, and once he pulled back, he flashed you a smile that could melt a long, harsh winter. You cleared your throat, you kept your musings to yourself when he began to go over your plans at Blackstaff Academy for the day. 

It seems obvious now, but in the moment, you hardly thought anything of the soft way he looked at you. With such admiration, such devotion, a gaze on yours that promised, you can have me, I would allow it. And as Gale went over various spells, some you recognized and others you didn't, you could only pay attention to the tenderness in his voice, the focus on his face, and the dexterous movement of his hands. 

You felt foolish for imagining what else his pretty hands might be capable of. If only you knew. 

A deep breath in brings you back to the present. Gale leaves one last kiss to your nape, propping over you to reach up, pushing stray strands of hair from his face. You exhale, momentarily growing lost in his gaze. You've seen the love in his eyes countless times before, but his expression this time is different. It's brutally pleading, hopelessly tender. Nervous, almost. 

His hips shift tentatively, his gaze on yours, the fat head of his cock nudging against you — Pleasure surges through him like lightning, making his jaw clench as he swallows a groan. You both breathe a set of stuttery sighs, and your fingers tremor, before your hands clench tight. 

Reaching up, you settle with holding his shoulders once more. You feel the roaring heat under his skin, the dampness of sweat when you grip them for leverage. Muttering, you start, breaking into a whimper when a rock of his hips clumsily grinds his length against your cunt without pressing inside, "Gale, oh, fuck- I'd… I'd like you to try something. Can you?" 

Moving his palm from where it was covering his mouth, helping to muffle any slight noises, you notice Gale's lips are forming a smile. Although, the sweat beading at his pinched brows gives his desperation away. 

"Funny," He replies, his voice breathless and husky, "I was just about to fling a proposal on you. Nothing too terribly important, don't," He swallows, "Don't worry. I'm most interested in fulfilling your request. Go on, what is it?" 

You can't resist gnawing on your bottom lip before you speak, your gaze shifting from his, to somewhere in the distance. Now, you're the nervous one, "The… illusion magic, the spells you showed to me earlier. This morning, if you remember, when we were going over your syllabus? I thought magic of that nature might have some… other uses, is that right?" 

Magic is no stranger to you. But the illusion magic Gale has grown well versed in since he began his teachings, the complicated spells that hinge on nothing more than the limits of one's imagination — Outside of what he has already taught you, those are a mystery. You can't decide if your interest is because of their inherent perplexity, or if you're merely entranced because Gale has taken a liking to them. 

When he was showing you a couple basic spells, you once again found yourself enamored with the wonder on his face, the awe in his voice as he explained the spell's inner workings. This one you could master quite easily, he murmured, sparkling gaze on yours as he held a projection in his hands with relative ease. A projection of a small bloom, your favorite flower. You hardly recall when you must have told him it was your favorite, nor were you expecting him to remember. As you reached out, you swore you could feel the bud's smooth phantom petals underneath your fingertips. 

His voice, speaking quiet incantations, his fingers, easily forming the shapes necessary to bring the spells to life — It was mesmerizing, as captivating as you remembered it to be, way back when. 

This wasn't back then, though. The moment itself felt newly intimate. Sparks filled the air and your lungs, flecks of lingering Weave, pleasant energy working through your body from the ends of your toes to the top of your head. His energy, Gale's magic. The spells he casts have a way of seeming like him, unique and defining, down to the very way they feel. 

You were reminded of your journey together. Of the ashes in the air on the heels of a fiery incantation, of the zeal in your veins from a protective shield, or a hastening touch. Your heart twinged with a stronger ache, held down by how much you've missed him. 

You want to be enveloped in that familiar sensation again. In his magic. In the comforting way it settles around you, the feeling it alights in your chest, and in the way it reminds you that he's here. 

Your words cause Gale to pause. His expression carries the gentlest hint of surprise. He opens his mouth to speak, before stopping. Instead, he smiles, he cocks a brow, and the only thing to betray his newfound confidence is the heavy heave of his chest. 

Unfortunately, you can't hear the way his heart is pounding. You can't sense the brilliant adoration, the foolish excitement that burns into him, affection lapping at his chest with persistent flames. But he can show you. 

"How clever. Extraordinarily clever, really. And you're only," Gale makes a small pinching gesture, "A slight bit off from what I was hoping to suggest, as a matter of fact." 

He reaches for your side then, gently caressing your skin under his palm; you relax at his touch, but stay focused on him as he speaks, "Gods, you know me all too well. Perhaps better than I know myself. Illusory magic lends itself excellently to various creative uses, I think a fair few spells could prove useful, given our current… position. As it happens, I have just the spell in mind." 

"Do you?" You shuffle, your breath hitching slightly in your lungs, while his palm continues to run over your skin, clearly relishing in the way you shiver. "I didn't know if, you know- I wasn't sure if it was something you wanted. You're really okay with this?" 

"Love," Gale hums, interrupting with a quiet instruction, "Close your eyes." 

Panting softly, you allow your arms to rest above you on the desk, and you adjust a bit to get more comfortable. You match your gaze with his for a moment, your heart only beating faster at the honeyed reverence in his eyes. Then, slowly, you take a deep breath, and let the world disappear. 

There's silence, darkness. You feel his hand squeeze your side in gentle reassurance. He shifts, pressing closer. When you hear his voice next, your nervousness is put at ease, calmness flooding through your body. Warm and especially addicting, his words are all you have to focus on. 

"You are precious. As perfect as the alluring beauty of the moon. As lovely as the sparkling sanctity of the Heavens stars," He murmurs, at a volume barely above a whisper. His breath is steady on your skin, and his fingertips trail up your side, to leave barely-there touches over your chest. "If you do not like this, tell me. We'll waste no time stopping." 

"I will," You answer, your own voice seeming to echo in your eardrums, "But it's okay. I trust you." 

This time, his breathing in your ear runs slow. You dwell in a few seconds of hesitation, wrapped in budding anticipation, before you assume you feel him pulling away. He utters a soft word laced with power, his fingers snap, and your head goes hazy. 

"Praestigium."

The invocation breathes a plea, calling upon a source, and the magic responds in turn: sharp, wild, divine. 

You can feel the comforting veins of magic flowing through you, settling around you, cradling your mind in a warm embrace almost instantly. Your eyes flutter open — Or do they? For a moment, it's difficult to tell, as your dizzy vision refocuses, and the pleasant illusion becomes part of you. 

It feels like your head is shrouded in clouds. You're soaring, floating on air, no longer able to feel the hardness of his firm wooden desk beneath you. The room melts; everything is there, but at the same time, it isn't. Shadows speckle your vision, blurry shrouds that slowly begin to melt to pure white. Gale comes into focus above you. His form is perfectly clear, his warm smile effortlessly charming. 

Energy surrounds you: satin and strength, sweetness and intelligence. The smell of sandalwood wafts through the air, flooding your lungs, then slowly starting to fade. Just like that, you are grounded. You are balanced, your mind clearer than ever, and the moment veils you, it embraces you, it is you. 

It's far from what you were expecting, but the surprise is more than welcome. You thought having illusion magic cast on yourself would be more floaty. More akin to a dream, or a living foggy memory. 

Yet, this feels real, wonderfully real, as though he's carved out a space in reality for him and yourself to call your own. Here, with him, nothing else matters. Nothing but your longing, your love, and the infinite future that stretches ahead of you. 

When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you feel his lips, his breath, and his fingertips on your jaw, with a vivid touch that shines — rolling through you like the spark of constellations, an aurora of shivering pleasure and brilliant closeness. Both hands grab your hips, and you feel them strongly, comfortingly, the intensity as he shifts them nearly too much to bear. He guides your legs to wrap around his waist again, locked at the ankles, holding him close. 

He is the only thing you can perceive, your senses are heightened, and every sensation to grip you is positively electric. This magic does more than spawn an illusion or clear your mind; it's intensifying your grip on mortality. 

You can hear his breathing as easily as it were your own. You can feel his heart, can measure each quick beat when he collides his lips with yours, his chest pressing against you. Thump, thump, thump, in your ears, in your own ribs, then the heavy thrum of his shadowy blight — so raw and intense, it nearly threatens to swallow you. 

His presence entwines yours, his magic sears through you. He pulls you closer with his palm holding the back of your head, and he kisses you like this time could be the last. Your core burns red-hot. You're enveloped in dizzying feelings you can't quite place. As he pulls away, you lean back, and you let your head sink into the clouds. His palm stays to cup your face, slightly tilting your head towards him. 

You both catch your breath, chests heaving. Gale admires you underneath him, brushing your cheek with his thumb. He places a kiss to your forehead that glimmers over you like an untamed ray of sunlight. 

Slowly, as your head grows used to the spell, you calm, becoming more relaxed. Your mind is a clear, still lake, your thoughts as crisp as cool water. When you hear him speak once more, his head tilted to breathe the words against your ear, it's as though his voice is everywhere, ebbing and flowing through your brain as an encircling echo. 

"Comfortable?" He murmurs, simply and softly. 

"Yes, very," You answer with a nod of your head. Your own voice appears muffled, reminiscent of being underwater, "This is… lovely. It's amazing. You're amazing." 

"Excellent. I'm glad to hear you aren't too overwhelmed," Gale continues. His smooth tone bounces around the walls of your skull, while his fingertips drift down, drawing shapes you can't recognize onto your nape. "Remember, what you are experiencing is merely an altered form of reality. Do not push yourself. This old desk isn't exactly a bed of roses, but I hope I've succeeded in making it a mite more comfortable for you." 

Grinning to yourself, you allow your arms to relax beside you, and you promptly shudder, growing lost in the feeling of weightlessness beneath you. Gale straightens. He props himself above your form, his gaze indulging in you. 

Although his study is mostly a blur, details meshed in flowery fog, telltale light from the candles still dances across his features. You reach up, trailing your fingers over his earring, the metal cold on your skin. Then, your fingertips brush his cheek, they caress the faded trail of dark lines burned into his skin. He smiles, and he brings a hand to settle over your own. 

His touch is warm. It is a crisp morning breeze drifting through you; his eyes flutter shut when he kisses the heel of your palm, and every inch of you flushes with tangible radiance. He pulls your wrist away, only to bring you palm to palm, fingertips to fingertips for a few moments. His hand lies flat against yours, before your fingers tightly, naturally lace. 

"In all sincerity, I must admit," He begins, shyly glancing away from you, muttering through a laugh that seems to jostle your entire system, "The spell I've cast on you is… clearly not meant to be harnessed in such a way. Or perhaps, more so, it is not often used while such, erm, satisfactions… are taking place. Even for a wizard of my caliber, it may prove difficult to control- If the spell ever snaps, so to speak, just know you have no reason to be alarmed." 

Head still heavy from the incantation's lingering effects, you were so lost in his ramblings — resounding through your mind like they never have before — you almost failed to notice he's begun to lean in. He softly guides your hand to press down, against the surface of what you can only assume is his desk. At first, you can feel the resistance, but soon softness overlaps. Clouds envelop the sensation, and you're left suspended in air once more. 

Your heart skips when he kisses you, slowly and smoothly. Innocently, at first, devotion carrying you on soft wings. And then, deeper, while his hand squeezes yours, and his tongue explores your mouth with a languid lack of urgency. 

You melt, your chest encompassed in a floating feeling. He murmurs soft groans into your mouth; every part of him yearns to pull you closer, to have you, to hold you. Gods, he loves you, and he curses himself for ever trying to push those feelings down. He won't let you go now, no matter how the world tries to pry you from each other's grasp. 

When he shifts, pressing closer, kissing you harder, the flushed and needy tip of his cock nudges your cunt — Instantly, a blistering sense of ecstasy flutters through your every pore, and you whine into him, your body going slack. 

And that was simply from a touch. Just a small press of him against you, brushing close to where you're deliciously sensitive, and you're fucking breathless. Your core is wound with preemptive pleasure; just a tease, and your mind is swimming with how badly you need to feel him inside you. You aren't sure what you'll experience once you're given more, once you're actually taking him. 

That damned spell. You should be a mess by now. Perhaps you are, and the calm cradle of the illusion is what's tethering you to the earth. Tether or not, you hardly care about keeping your composure. You don't care for your imminent disarray. In fact, more than anything, you need to have him ruin you. 

It's hard to speak. Your lungs are aching, but as he draws backward from your lips, you manage to huff, "You aren't going to hold back, right?" 

Gale smirks, exhaling in short pants. He pushes up, putting his familiar silhouette — messy hair, broad shoulders tensed, branded chest slightly heaving — back in the forefront of your vision. 

"Oh, I'm afraid I am far past the threshold of being able to do so. For you, for everything you have long awaited, my desires will remain unhindered," He replies calmly, brows slightly furrowed. "Besides, I've been sharpening my concentration as of late. This could prove an opportune time to assess the extent of my exercises. I think we're both wondering how much pressure my focus can take." 

His words ripple through you, comforting and lighthearted in their tone. They do the trick. You're sparked with delight, your mind set at ease. Briefly, you wonder if the incantation connects you together, because when you relax, he seems to as well: his breathing becoming calmer, his expression softening, and his grip on your hand relaxing. 

If you truly wanted to, you'd find escaping from the spell he's placed on you to be rather simple. You've faced much more enthralling spells than this. Magic more complex, much more wicked. You know the feeling of having a spell muddle your mind, down to your very bones; you have your little journey to thank for that. And you know how to break them, as simply as putting one foot in front of the other. 

This spell is different. It is warm and soothing, it carries none of the malice that would weigh down the charms you've felt before. It's effortlessly him, magic which caresses you as though his very arms were there to hold you. Magic that roots into you, a breath of life, a ray of moonlight. Thoughtful as always, Gale has made this particular spell weak, and you can determine so without trying. Likely to make snapping it simple, if you decided to. 

You could break the illusion. But you choose to let go. 

You breathe in, slowly and deeply, and you allow the spell to swallow every last aspect of your being. The clouds wane briefly, before you're surrounded, melting slowly into pleasure and froth. The moment feels raw, alive. You are here, you both are, finally able to love, to be loved. And love him you will. Without any regret. 

Gale, appearing clear and pure above you, pushes his hair from his face, and looks at you like you are worth dying for. Living for. His expression is painfully soft. He steadies a hand on your side, he dotes on your dips and curves and marble-carved features; every part of you was meant to be adored, akin to the statues one might bow before. He sighs slowly, inhales even slower. 

"The spell," He begins, palm caressing your side with gentle motions, "You could break it yourself, yes?" 

You nod, tone soft, "Yes, absolutely." 

"Very good." Gale's voice echoes. It splinters through your mind, it knits into your heartbeat, "Not that I had a shred of doubt. You're doing quite well." 

A squeeze of your hand, a grip on your side pulling you ever-so carefully closer, and heightened surges of intensity are shooting through you much stronger than before. Your eyes shut, your back arches, your muscles ache, but pleasure takes over to drown you, his cock brushing your entrance. Lips parted, he exhales a trembling breath, one that seems to travel through you in turn.  

"Focus, and breathe slowly. Deep breaths in, and then finally, out. I'm here with you. I won't be going anywhere." 

Your heart is pounding, but at the sound of his voice, at the feeling of his smooth tone bouncing around you, your thoughts become still. Your pulse slows, your chest gently rises, and then falls. The only thing left rushing through your veins is a wild, unfiltered need. 

"Stay with me, please," Gale breathes, words cracking at the edges. He presses closer, his eyes close and his forehead comes to rest against yours, your bodies held on the loving cusp of almost-connection. "Stay, and let me be tender for you, my dearest love." 

"Gale-" You murmur, your voice sweet in his ears like dripping syrup, as you strum the familiar notes of his name. "I love you, I need you." 

Of course, and you will have him. 

Gale gives your hand one more squeeze, reassuring you, preparing you. He swallows down the growing thickness in his throat. His head is buried in the nape of your neck as he finally gives himself to you, carefully easing into you — Everything slow, heat rushing through you in the form of a wildfire, the clouds holding you in their ethereal embrace. Pleasure pulls your every nerve taught in a tight, delightful string, and for once, your soul within you feels alive. 

His fingers go shaky, his grip tightens on your side in response. You're just barely fit around the head of him, and you feel him mutter a half-sigh, half-moan into your nape that shakes your body with the potent vibrations. 

It's like you can feel the spell itself shudder. 

"I love you," He's pressing into your warmth, his jaw clenched, hips gently rolling, filling you with more of him until you are stretching to his shape, "Could I give you more? Can you take all of me?" 

"Yes," Your throat is unmistakably sore, but still, you speak without thinking. You need more, need to feel the friction become part of your body as he fills you. Your back arches to meet him, and pleasure hums in your veins with intoxicating strength. Every one of his gasps echoes against you, then through you. The thrum of his warm cock inside you is so deliciously, impossibly perfect. 

"F-Fuck," You swear, biting down your quickened gasps, fighting through the incessant pound of your heart; lest your languor succeeds in devouring you, "Please, yes…" 

The whine that overtakes the edge of your voice makes him shiver. Gale groans softly, his shoulders growing tense. His hips lazily buck into you — until his pelvis is shoved deft against your body, sweat-soaked skin pressed to softer skin, burying him inside you down to the hilt. 

His breath on your nape is loud, hurried, and at the mercy of his weary limbs, he tries his hardest not to collapse. Silently, he must thank you for getting one high out of him earlier. With how good you feel, with how badly he's needed you, if you hadn't, he isn't sure if he'd last much longer. 

Not like you are faring any better. 

Your heart isn't just beating, but battering at your chest, tearing through your body and knocking into your ribs as though it needs to come free. You wouldn't be surprised if your gasps are resounding just as loudly as his. Thighs shaking, you struggle to keep your legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles almost slipping before he grabs your legs to readjust you. He shifts close, still sheathed inside you. The gentle movement sends small ripples of ecstasy through your core that, in the wake of his spell, instead feel like large, thundering waves. Crashing over you, swallowing you. 

You feel full, so fucking full. The depth to where you can feel him — all of him, so deep inside you — practically has your head whirling. Gale blinks, his vision blurred, causing his lashes to tickle your skin in a faint butterfly kiss. You're wobbling and teetering like a spinning top. Your eyes flutter closed, trying to steady some of your own dizziness. 

This time, he presses a real kiss to your nape. Then, he's working a palm underneath you, supporting your back, holding you close. His other hand finds its perfect place in your own again, your fingers lacing with his. Around him, you feel irresistible, so wet and warm and lovely. You are everything he has ever wanted, you are his love; the world, in the palms of his hands. 

He wants to let his hips rock, wants to hear your voice strained with lust while you're pleading in pants of his name. He needs to feel the electrifying friction blazing through him, as he fucks wave after wave of pleasure into you — Though, despite those desires, despite the way they fall into him, gripping him at his very core, he stops. He calms, and he savors you. 

You're given a chance to catch your breath, thankfully. To drift among the endless sky underneath you, and the river of magic surrounding you. In this reality, on this bed of stars and sea, his presence and yours are all to exist. Pulse still racing, you indulge in the stretch of him inside you. He feels utterly exhilarating, even without movement. For a few fleeting moments, you simply bask in each other, and nothing more. 

"You feel so good… So stunningly perfect," Gale is gasping, every word breathless, "Ah- Just this alone could sate me, drowning in your warmth around me while our bodies connect- Your soul and mine are truly one. Nothing else compares." 

Nothing in this universe compares to you. 

You are his beginning, and you will be his end. You've captured him in warmth, in an embrace that breathes velvet promises, until every part of you is left racing through his mind. 

Gale remembers the faint smiles you'd flash him whenever he caught your eyes, your nose scrunching so delightfully, your head turning away as his words made you chuckle. It's the same smile each time. The same expression, the same dance of adoration in your gaze when yours and his happen to meet. 

A love reserved only for him. His own form of love is engraved with your name. 

You float between every thought, making him think you might've become part of him. He fondly dotes on his memories of the sparkling stars in your eyes, the way you looked as you gazed up at them, admiring the constellations that have always watched over you. He can put a name to them all, because you were his reason to remember. At any time, in any place, those woven stars shone overhead, writing the twists and turns of destinies. And now, after tonight, they'll give you the privilege of viewing them together once more. 

He could never forget you. It wasn't a possibility, not when he still revels in all of your details that make him oh-so weak. His missing piece returned to him, you are his love, his home. 

Perhaps you were meant to be connected. Body and soul, with separate lifetimes worth of familiarity. You're two halves of the very same whole. To have known one another, is to be the sun and sunflower, the rain and the soil, the grand mountains, and the edge of the clouds. You'll find yourselves in everything, ultimately. 

The orb could take him, and if he became nothing but dust, taking his city of Waterdeep with him in a storm of decimation — What remains of his devotion would find its way home to you. 

But he wouldn't allow it. Not anymore. He is going to live, against everything, along with you, and beside you. No matter what it may cost him. 

With a small shift, his hips grind into you faintly, he presses into you impossibly deeper. Your bottom lip quivers, before you take it between your teeth. As you feel him throb inside you, you're sighing together in delightful unison. 

"You are…" His words are shaky, they wobble through your mind. For once, to your elation, he can hardly seem to speak, "Sweetheart, my dearest… I just- I love-" 

His sentence stays unfinished; Gale stutters into a shuddery whine when you pull him in, your legs wrapped around him, dragging him just a bit closer, but enough to enthrall both of you in powerful sparks. The pleasure that overtakes him, that overtakes the both of you, is so vibrant and love struck, so unlike anything else — You're sure neither of you will be able to hold back, not anymore. 

Good. 

"More, please," You plead, your voice needy to the point of babbling, "Fuck me, I need you, I'm- ah, please, Gale…" 

Shuddering, Gale takes an overly long breath. His grip tenses on your hand, and he softly rubs his thumb over your calloused knuckles. Cool air enters his lungs, calming his mind, steadying his heart. And when he finally begins to move, you've never felt anything more divine. 

You were made for one another, you're sure of it. You must be, when every sensation to encompass you does so with such endlessness. With tenderness that has the very forming of his name on your tongue completely intrinsic. 

His hips rock into you shallowly, careful and passionate thrusts hardly separating you. Pleasure melds within your veins so sinfully, until your heart can only believe in the inevitable bond between your two shapes. 

As he keeps up a steady pace, driving his cock inside you, you're murmuring gasps between every whine of his name. His secluded study is filled with noise. With the melody of skin against skin, and the echoes of your breathing and his. The wet sound of your arousal squelches around his length each time you take him. He keeps his head buried in the nape of your neck, his quickened breath fanning over your skin. Easing into you, he then pulls out only half-way, just to thrust in again with a slow, languid press of his hips. 

Gale has experienced wonders most mortals could only dream of. And yet, he's never felt anything quite like this. 

It's been a while. A very, very long time, in fact, since he has connected with anyone in this sort of way. So long, he's forgotten what it could feel like — Bodies pressed together in a perfect, tangled mess. Hands entwined and lungs strained. 

But he has never loved anyone quite the same as his love for you. This is different. Warm beams of intimacy fill him more and more with every buck of his hips into you, with every whimper from your lips for him. And those delicate feelings swelling in his chest — They are entirely, utterly new. 

This moment feels sweet. Carnal. There's something so filthy, yet so, impossibly loving about feeling you in such a way. Back then, against his composure and his better judgment, he imagined this. He dreamt of taking you, and hopelessly wondered if you wanted the same. Now, the ecstasy of feeling you around him practically burns. You are addicting, everything he could want in the best possible way. Intoxicatingly his, just as he's always yearned for. 

You have thousands more days and nights ahead of you, there will be countless times to come. Time for him to love you, to hold you, to show you what magic lies on his lips. That is what truly gets him. This moment will last. It won't be a dream, or a passing fantasy. Your gentle future is only just beginning. 

Gale's movement comes to steady as he pushes up, breathing one last sigh against your nape before he props over you. Your entrancing eyes are half-lidded, your lips are parted as you pant. You're pretty enough to destroy him. He already knows he would let you. 

His palm cups your cheek. You tilt into his touch, leaning back against his desk and the foggy pillows underneath you. Beneath his fingertips, the thrum of his magic clings to your skin like a flower's soft petal caught in a spider's web. He knows he must be the only figure in your vision, just as you are the center of his world. He can picture the way his voice and his touch are shining through you. His gasps are echoing in your ears, his palm drifts from your cheek to your neck to the curve of your shoulder, and surely brands light wherever it brushes. 

When his hand comes to settle on your side, holding tight while he rocks into you, he can't seem to help himself from glancing down. Gale watches as his steady movement has his cock nestling inside you, disappearing to fill you to the tune of you moaning for him, the shaft glistening in the low light once he starts to pull back. 

Gods. The thoughts that begin to race though his head are so terribly, deliciously filthy — Overwhelmed, his pace starts to falter, he's growing clumsy. His grip on your hand turns so tight it nearly hurts, his brows furrowed into a knot, as he pistons into you with newfound desperation. 

Waning sensitivity still clings to him, leftover from his previous high. In a fluttery contradiction, the intensity surging through him only seems to make him want you more. 

"I don't deserve how good you are to me," Gale hums, slightly shaking his head — Every sigh, each word bounces around your skull and glows within you from the inside out. His steady presses inside you don't relent, his skin slapping yours; they just force his words to shake, and his hand to clench much harder on your waist. 

"This… possessiveness I have for you, it's- Ah, Gods… It is damn near agonizing," He's murmuring, speaking those last few words through an almost-chuckle, "My heart has never yearned for anything more. You made me feel alive, love. Tonight, and always. And you feel-" His jaw tightens, teeth gritting, "Utterly amazing… Tell me, if you can find the strength within you to speak. Tell me how this feels." 

Right now, your mind is swimming. Stardust glitters in your veins, and your core is wound nice and tight, overwhelmed by ripples of pleasure. For a moment, words won't come to you. Instead, you reach up to press a palm to the back of his head, and you drag him close, quick enough to make him utter a faint noise of surprise against your soft lips. You kiss, slowly and deeply. You're both sighing heavily once you've pulled away to breathe. 

"S-So good, it's perfect, you're perfect," There's a desperate edge to your voice. You can feel the rawness in your throat, can make out the high tones even through the fog in your head, "Gale, don't stop- Gale-" 

Gale shudders. Your palm slips from his cheek to fall above you in a heap, and you're whining, back arching, head tossed back. You are simply beautiful. 

"I love the way you say my name. The sound is quite lovely when it is- Shit-" He chokes, breaking into a gasp when his body rocks against yours, "When it is your lips to sculpt the word, your darling voice to utter the syllables…" 

You tremble, your eyes fluttering shut, your heart thumping so fast you can hear it in your eardrums. In the wake of his hips rolling into yours, you can feel each press with inexplicable sensitivity. His cock pumps in and out of you so tenderly, and every throb of his length pulses through you. 

Softly and carefully, he kisses your forehead. Then, he's leaning back. He pulls you closer in tandem with pressing inside you, filling you. You've never been this sensitive, never felt this loved. You are melting into him, your chest heaving from your heavy sighs, your lips quivering with whines of pleasure: pretty moans breathed all for him. 

Once you feel his fingers grasp your chin, thumb briefly brushing your lips, your eyes begin to flutter. Shadows masquerade as clouds, your vision hazed by blurred edges and flickering lights. The ardent fangs of magic sink into you, trapping you in their whirlwind. Your heart pounds quickly, unrelentingly, thudding hard against the cage of your chest. 

Gale's smile is clear as day, though. Trying your best to gaze at him above you, you feel that rapid heartbeat instead begin to sing. He tilts your head a bit, guiding you towards him. And gently, breathlessly, he murmurs, "Can you look at me, my love?" 

The fuzziness in your field of view starts to fade, and your breath begins to catch. Buried deep inside you, he stops, keeping his hips still while panting hard. Sweat glistens on his skin, his hair is brushing his shoulders, and he reaches to push some strands from his face. He swallows thickly. He squeezes your hand one last time before he lets it go. 

"This," A purple thread of magical light begins to dance between his fingertips, illuminating his face in an amethyst glow, "Is what I wished to show you." 

Adoring and unwavering, his gaze stays on yours, even as he's illustrating shapes with his fingers; movements so quick and effortless, you're barely able to make them out. Swirls here, a triangle there — With one final shape, the magic hums to life. It shimmers through the air with radiance almost palpable, glowing ever brighter, reflecting lavender rays in his eyes. All it takes is an incantation to truly set it ablaze. 

"Ad astra." 

The previous spell loses concentration, and in its place, a new one takes form. 

You hadn't noticed your eyes were closed until the spell had fully finished settling upon you. A new sensation prickles at the surface of your skin, familiar and star-filled. Finally, your gaze focuses above you, after Gale's soft instruction of: Open your eyes. 

You still feel floaty, your senses less acute, your head washed over with warmth. This time though, the illusion is different. You are resting in calm grass and whispering meadows, and when colorful stars fill your vision until you're drowning in their light, the view above you seems completely real. 

Gale is atop you still, but his study remains melted away. Small flickers of candlelight have transformed into brilliant illuminations, leaving him in a backdrop of twinkling starlight and a beautiful aurora. You're gently swept through the makeshift sky. Hues of purple and green and blue wash over you, like how waves might flow over the shore. Light surrounds you, but at the same time, it shines within you. 

In a way, it reminds you of the sight he once made a long time ago, the aurora he created to shimmer through the Shadowlands. Back then, when tensions were high and words were left unspoken, you admired the stars in comfortable silence. So close — You could have reached for his hand next to yours, or closed the distance in mere moments to learn what his lips felt like on your own. But you didn't. The familiarity makes your pulse run wild. 

A canopy of beauty. This is what he once planned to admire on his last night alive, and yet, now he has an abundance of nights to spend by your side. Sprawled out beneath him, you are far more beautiful than anything in the countless shimmering skies. 

"Wonderful," You murmur, speaking under your breath. Your voice is just loud enough for him to hear. You're smiling, your gaze flickering between the messes of stars above you, lights that twinkle steadily with a gentle glow. "Reminds me of the stars from ages ago. This is gorgeous, Gale." 

"Not as gorgeous as you, of course," He replies, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at his features. His words are smooth, they no longer flicker endlessly through your mind. Rather, when he speaks, his familiar voice captures your heart in the same way it always has. "If only you knew how truly breathtaking you are." 

His heart aches with desire, because as you look up at him — at him, not the illusion, your gaze is on his while the loveliest smile crosses your lips — in your eyes, he sees that same lovely sparkle. 

You're lost in him, for a moment. Gale's expression grows soft as he continues to admire you. When you feel gentle fingertips travel the length of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, you tremble. A sigh leaves your mouth, his fingers lacing with yours once more. He holds your hand tightly, safely. Gale can't resist, he tips forwards to kiss you; your lips connect, with crackling electricity and still-lingering traces of magic sparking from his mouth to yours. 

Devotion is palpable in the way he kisses you. It quickly turns eager, becoming a tender mess of soft moans and tongue. And at last, everything to remain falls away. 

Heat surges through both your bodies until you're consumed by wildfire. With one more kiss, Gale grips you hard, his hips begin to move. You whine against his mouth as he slowly rocks into you, you're mumbling his name in the form of a plea — The sound only serves to make him more desperate. 

He mutters your name in turn: a low, affectionate utterance. His thrusts take on a deeper pace, as he fucks into you hard enough to make his desk shake — fervent enough to have your heart trembling, love drowning you in heavy depths. 

Your arousal and his drip down your thighs, dirtying the hardwood. It's making a mess, echoing lewd, wet noises with each clumsy movement, the slap of skin against skin sounding particularly soaked each time he pistons into you. Every echo fills his ears, curling through his mind oh-so pleasantly. It would be the most addicting melody he's ever heard, if it weren't for how sweet you sound when you're moaning for him. 

And you're loud, you're mumbling a mess of words he can't quite make out. Your sighs mix with whines, turning sharp each time he eases his cock into you. Gale breathes a shaky breath, fanning warmth over your face, before he's moving to place quick kisses to the corner of your mouth, and then, your jaw. 

His lips brush the column of your neck, where your pulse is racing for him; when his hips rut into yours, you're cooing soft pleas, quietly murmuring, Don't stop. Your back arches, and he adorns you with his tongue and teeth, sucking gently at your supple skin. 

He shouldn't. What would your confidants say, if you crossed paths with them? When you return to Baldur's Gate, what would the guild leaders who respect you, and the fancy patriars who need you think when they happened to see it? They would know he was there, know you are his. Foolishly, dizzyingly, he allows his lips and his mouth to leave a deep mark, an imprint of himself. He doesn't pull back until he's sure the bruise will take. 

You shudder, feeling the ghost of his mouth even once he's pulled away, cold air brushing the saliva he left on your neck and making your nerves twinge. Slow rolls of his body into yours have you shaking, but you're squeezing his hand tightly, your other palm is balling into a fist and you're begging, "Please, faster… Fucking Hells… Give me more." 

Gale sighs. His brows knot, he falls forwards and leans his forehead softly against yours. "For you, I would give the world."

He swallows, he steadies. Then, he places all the world's pleasures in the palms of your hands. 

The weight behind his thrusts, newly desperate and hurried, have him gripping you for leverage: a palm tensed on your waist, fingertips digging into your hip. He grasps your thigh to push it up and apart. His desk is knocking against the wall, the wooden legs squeaking and scraping the floor. 

Your body tenses with building intensity — Building and building and building, threatening to overwhelm you between every movement, until you aren't sure where your high begins, nor where it ends. All you know is you're close. And if he keeps fucking into you like this, filling you nice and deep, nudging against your sweetest spots only he can reach, it won't be long before you're falling apart for him. 

With one last quick kiss to your forehead, your thighs spread apart wider, Gale is propping over you; and Gods, does he look like a mess. Pools of glowing magic paint him in the most vivid hues. His hair is out of place, honey brown strands askew, the faintest pretty streaks of silver reflecting in the starlight. His skin shines with dripping beads of sweat, his chest is heaving, jaw clenched — You can't help but feel he might crumble at the smallest touch. 

So, you unclench your hand. You let your fingertips drift up, and you brush them over his cheek. As you're cupping his face, his shoulders tense, and he doesn't just crumble, he collapses. 

Gale falls into you, leaning his head into your nape. His palm fits between the desk and the arch of your back to hold you even closer to himself. His breathing is rapid, his hand takes on a distinct tremble when another rock of his body against yours has you moaning ragged gasps of his name. 

His name, you're pleading for him to take you — Grinding his teeth together until his jaw hurts, he bucks into you hard, enough to have you fluttering around him, squeezing him like a vice. He chokes back broken gasps of his own, and exhales hot fans of breath over your sensitive skin. You are going to be the death of him. 

"I have always-" Gale starts; he struggles to speak, his voice sounds close to breaking, yet his words drip with an earnestness you find enthralling, "I have always loved you. My sweetheart… Every beat of my heart is yours…" 

Yours. 

Eyes fluttering between open and closed, the aurora around you spins incessantly. You respond in turn, mumbling through fragile gasps for breath, as he works you up to a growing, intensifying peak. 

"I'm yours, Gale," Your fingers tangle in soft hair, gripping and tugging until he's groaning. Pleasure floods your every nerve, and you're a mess around his cock, tumbling through the sea of stars and alluring lights — "I'm yours, I'm yours-" 

"Oh, love-" 

All at once, the spell abruptly snaps, your focus and your senses melding into one in a dizzying, sparkling rush. You're brought back to reality. The heart of his quiet study comes into view again, his walls of books and shelves of artifacts, the colorful lights fading into nothingness. Your form is bathed in warm candlelight, the night sky treading in from his balcony. Cool air dances over you, while the pale moon is hung high in the darkness. 

Ecstasy slams through you, blissfully unfiltered. Everything is messy, perfect, and hopelessly desperate; you grip his hair tight, and his hand harder. Gale pants, his breath sharp and his lungs aching as he fucks you into the desk, pushing you closer and closer to your edge — until even without the aid of magic, you're left seeing stars. 

He is so terribly, utterly in love with you. Every one of those nights where he pushed you away, those moments where he almost left you, when he was possibly the most foolish he's ever been in his entire life — 

A slow, tender press inside you, and you're muttering his name softly once more, adoring it, pleading it. He wants to hear your voice strumming his name over and over, teasing him after his half-hearted attempts to make you laugh, begging for him to give you what you need, because he is the only one who can. Answering with, Yes, Gale, I will, when he asks you to marry him. He can't change the mistakes he's already made, but he can earn your love, and your softness. He can promise to never let you go. Not ever again. 

"I'm here, I have you," Gale mumbles in a shaky tone. He presses a soft kiss onto your nape, he squeezes your hand when your breath begins to hitch. His words are smooth and comforting, they send tingles up your spine, and they have you melting in a way you never have before. 

The edge to your high is right within reach, he's only bringing you closer. Your head won't stop spinning. As he trails kisses from your neck to your jaw, his lips are a touch from the sun, beams of warmth that shudder through you to shine over the surface of your skin. 

"Gale-" You whimper, "Fuck, I'm-" 

He presses into you deeply, gripping your hand, filling you with a thickness you'll never quite get enough of, and you can't help but stutter into a whine. His pelvis shoves against yours, skin against skin, arousal messy and wet and dripping out of you — Your thighs are shaking, and you only need one more breath before you're finding that zenith of pleasure. Warm and perfect against your nape, his words have you taking the final tumble. 

"Come undone for me." 

Your high shatters through you, you're tensing around his sloppy thrusts, your legs are slipping from around him. Your body curls into his, your eyes shutting tight. Desire drowns you, it burns from within you; throat sore, you cry out in loud, desperate moans, and everything melts around you as you let go, cumming for him. 

And Gale, normally so confident, so eloquent, a wizard prodigy, a Goddess' chosen — He buries himself deep inside you, choking down stutters and groans. With a mess of barely coherent pleas of your name, your sweet voice and the feeling of you squeezing him, fluttering in the pleasant aftershocks of your release, has him falling to pieces right there beside you. 

"Please, please, please…" Gale begs, even though he hardly knows what he's begging for. His clumsy hips roll into you with reckless abandon, echoing the sloppiest noises. His voice is broken and fragile, tender in a way you've never heard before: "I love you, I love you…" 

I love you. In this life, and every life to follow. Only to fall in love once more, all over again. 

Gasping, shaking, his body tenses, and when he falls into you, you're left to hopelessly clutch onto his hand and his hair. Pleasure racks through him, his breath getting caught in his lungs. The candles in his study flicker, the branded orb-shaped marking imprinted onto his chest glows. His hips shudder, before they still. His length pulses inside you so hard you can feel it in your core, and heat pools within your body as he fills you, giving you what's left of him. 

It takes a handful of moments for you both to come down. Gale is limp and heavy, pressing against you, his weight pinning you between him and the desk. His palm, resting on the small of your back, runs over your skin in slow, careful circles. Your heart thumps loud in your ears, hard in your chest, so forceful it nearly hurts. His gentle touch makes it slow, until gradually, your composure begins to return. 

I've got you, he's murmuring, the words barely audible in your ringing eardrums, but comforting just the same. Breathe for me, just breathe. 

In, and then out, you inhale, exhale. Gale props above you after a minute or two, and as you blink to chase away the remnants of fuzz in your vision, he comes into your view. He's smiling, because of course he is, strands of his hair sticking out every which way. The sight makes you grin, and you have to hold back your chuckle. Yet, the way he looks at you softens every last shred of your soul. 

His skin is flushed, still sweaty and warm. His gaze is so terribly, persistently gentle, coveting you with endless devotion. It wouldn't be the first time tonight, but you feel revered, like you can almost taste swelling blossoms of love — sweet on the tongue, growing untamed to flourish through your chest. 

Letting go of a sigh, he brushes his thumb over your cheek. You didn't think he could get any softer. But here he is, with a smile that entrances you, and an expression beaming with light itself. When he grasps your chin, pulling you in as he leans forwards, on his gentle lips, you feel the heat of the sun, and taste the calmness of a crisp summer breeze. 

Your heart skips. A sharp spark of electricity — traces of magic, surely — crackles on your mouth when yours brushes his. It zaps you like static, before flowing into you as a steady, dizzying wave. 

Your eyes stay shut. Gale pulls back for a moment. He breathes a small huff, a barely-there laugh. You swear you can feel the smile on his lips when he kisses you again — This time, much deeper, while his fingertips trace the curve of your jaw, and his mouth outlines the depths of his devotion onto yours. 

When he pulls away, he's moving to guide a quick hand behind your head. He supports you, before resting you back against the desk ever-so gently. He hisses slightly as he pulls out of you, adjusting you both. He's sighing with contentment while he grasps your thighs, changing your position to let them hang over the desk's edge more comfortably. 

At last, he props up over you. Still catching his breath, he tries to control the weighted heave of his chest as best he can manage. 

"I love you," Gale admits, his voice noticeably hoarse, but with a clear hint of fondness to it, "Are you alright?" 

"Please, I'm more than alright," You answer. You clear your throat, alleviating some of the dryness, and you roll your shoulders back. The hardwood surface of his desk beneath you suddenly feels a hundred times firmer than before. "You're okay too, aren't you?" 

Gale scoffs playfully, smirking, "Apart from a bit of present exhaustion and a mild ache in the knees, I am definitely, most positively fine. No, better than fine. Fantastic." 

Your eyes narrow, your head tilts curiously, gaze flickering down, and then back up. "And the orb?" 

"The orb? Oh," He huffs, placing a palm over his chest in realization. "Ha, it's behaving alright. Until now, I don't think it has ever felt so… comfortable, if that serves well to describe it. Swear I could almost feel the damn thing purring." 

You breathe a slight chuckle, and with a roll of your eyes, you press your palms to the desk and push yourself up. Gale hurries to wrap a hand around your wrist, placing the other on your back. He helps to pull you, until you're sitting up with your arms stretched to the ceiling. You stretch your back next, arching it forwards, feeling your muscles loosen and your bones pop. 

Gale's brows are suddenly knotted. His lips press into a line, his expression turns conflicted. When your gaze locks with his, you're giving him a slight, pretty smile. 

"What's wrong?" 

You watch as he looks away for a second, snapping his fingers, muttering a string of words under his breath you don't quite catch. He seems pouty, almost guilty; the fireplace in the room's adjacent corner hums to life, breathing much-needed warmth into his study. Your limbs relax, your shoulders untensing. 

"Nothing is wrong, sweetheart. Don't you worry," He reassures, offering you a warm look once his gaze returns to yours. His hand comes to steady on your side, and he squeezes you slightly, "I just… supposed I should offer you an apology. Perhaps it was rude of me not to provide you with more comfort. I promise you, next time, you will be as cushy and cozy as your heart could possibly desire. You'll find my bedroom to be rather pleasant, I'm sure. Have you ever slept on Glamerweave sheets? Hm, actually, I think I'll keep from spoiling the surprise." 

Next time? 

"Come on. It was my idea, you don't have to apologize," You reply through a slight laugh, shifting a bit on his desk, crossing one leg over the other. "Besides, I'm fine, I swear. I've dealt with much more than a little soreness, and I was perfectly comfortable, I'll have you know." Swallowing, you pause for a moment to think. "That was perfect. Truly." 

"Was it? Well, that is… quite lovely to hear, quite lovely indeed. I'm… I'm glad." Gale takes in a slow breath, before letting go of a deep, heavy sigh. Your words make his heart pound. "Gods above. I knew I was doomed, but I think I've only fallen even more in love with you." 

Arms wrapping around his shoulders, your head cocked teasingly, you murmur, "Do you know how hard it is to resist kissing you when you're this terribly sweet?" 

"Really?" His brow crooks. "I wonder how many kisses I could earn if I proposed more than mere sweet words. Sweet touches, perhaps? I could lend you a hand or two, you know. I'm more than willing to offer shoulder rubs, back massages- It wouldn't be right to leave my dearest with tired limbs and such sore muscles, now would it?" 

"On second thought, maybe my back is hurting. A massage sounds lovely." 

Gale grins. He reaches up, brushing his thumb over your cheek, before he pulls you in for a quick, precious kiss. 

"Then your wish is my command, love." His hand continues to hold your cheek tenderly, even once he's pulled back. Forehead close enough to almost rest against yours, he murmurs quietly, smoothly, "Once you are ready, I'll run you a warm, comfortable bath. With bubbles and lavender- Hm, I'm sure I have something around here you can wear, as far as clean clothes are concerned. You may have to make do with a few magically infused robes and garments… but nothing with any lasting effects, I assure you. And if you've worked up an appetite, then-" 

Biting his tongue, abruptly, he stops. His eyes narrow, gaze glancing between you and the floor. 

"I… My apologies," Gale mumbles, his tone weighed down by newfound disappointment, "How impolite. I shouldn't form assumptions, especially when your plans have already been reiterated. I won't keep you. As a matter of fact, I believe the side roads to Baldur's Gate are likely still open, if you'd prefer me to escort you there." 

"Gale, are you kidding?" 

You scoff, squeezing his shoulders and tilting your head; instantly, he feels himself begin to relax, his heart stirring, his nerves settling. You always look at him with such radiant warmth. 

"Running errands back and forth for greedy townspeople can wait," You're continuing, gazing at him through fluttery lashes. "I took care of everything urgent well before I got here. You wouldn't believe the nerves I had leading up to this- I was remarkably tense, but at least it had me working hard to distract myself. Listen, if you're so keen on going back, you're coming with me. Otherwise, I'm staying, okay? For as long as you'll have me." 

Gale swallows. His jaw clenches, his gaze goes soft. His pulse thrums in his throat and runs a mile per minute within his chest, heels pushing off the ground as he chases a burning sense of devotion — 

"You- Are you sure?" He questions, opening his mouth to speak once more, only to have you quickly interrupt him. 

"Of course I'm sure, I've never been more sure of anything. I can't begin to explain how much I've missed you, just- I don't want to be apart from you yet, that's all. Is… is that alright?" 

"Oh, yes, most definitely- You can stay. I would love for you to stay," Gale breathes in response, brushing his palm over the small of your back, holding you gently. Warmth and longing sear through him, echoing the start of something new. "To savor a new wealth of treasured moments with you… To awake, and see you still resting beside me, content and weary-eyed… I'm not sure I deserve to find myself so lucky." 

Holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Gale breathes in deeply. "Nevertheless, the night is young. But as for tomorrow, alas, I doubt the academy would approve, in the event of my neglection of scheduled lessons. Best to be up bright and early, you see. We should rest. You, especially." He counts with his fingers, pointing to each one, "You need the aforenamed bath, massage, and to get some much needed sleep. Doubly so, if you are to- uhm, ehem-" 

Gale clears his throat, and as you meet his eyes, you raise a curious brow. Seemingly nervous, he softly mutters, "You wouldn't mind attending the lesson tomorrow to assist me for a second time, would you?" 

All at once, you're grinning. You're laughing slightly to yourself, and you're staring at him cheerfully, with a look he finds impossible not to adore. 

"I'd love to. I had fun today, and I'm sure you have much more to teach. The depths to illusion magic are rather grand. Or so a charming wizard has told me." 

"Yes, and you have merely scratched the proverbial surface. Though, in all likelihood, illusion magic should come rather naturally to you. After all, you have no shortage of firsthand experience," He explains jovially. "But still, do not discredit yourself. You are a wonderful teacher, skilled and proficient in your own right. I'm sure my students would reflect the same sentiment. You are most captivating to them. You're the hero that kept the famous city of Baldur's Gate from falling into ruin. The one who saved my life. My closest, most beloved friend. Perhaps more than that, now." 

"Definitely more," You answer, smirking a bit to hide the warmth to your cheeks. 

"In that case," Gale hums, "I will be sure to introduce you as my partner, from here on out." 

Candles flicker, shimmering like makeshift stars in his quiet study. From the view outside his balcony, the moon glimmers, beaming faint light, as though it was made just to watch over you both. Intimacy ripples between you. Echoing in your ears, you can hear the calm rhythm of waves, the familiar lull of the sea. It's a sound you've grown comfortable with. A moment you wished to dwell in until the inevitable end of time. Perhaps now, that future will be yours. 

You decide to break the brief layer of silence: "Gale?" 

Gale brushes his fingertips from your jaw to your nape, homesickness gnawing at his chest the longer he admires you. His tower was never important to him, Waterdeep couldn't compare. You were always his home. 

"Yes, love?" 

"I'm glad you're here with me." 

Silent for a few moments, he's briefly unsure of what to say. Finally, he breathes a long, thankful sigh, and smiles wide, a sparkle in his gaze. Adoration roots into him, promising to forever grow. 

"I love you. I love you so very much," He admits, cooing, his fingertips caressing your skin; his thumb trails over the faint mark he left on you while he speaks. The imprint of himself. "I will not leave you, that I can most undoubtedly promise. There are a great deal of things I want us to experience. Thousands of moments to live for. You would grace me with the privilege of dying a happy man, if I were to combust right now, in some unfortunate, bittersweet blaze of glory. But I give you my word, I am not planning on letting it happen." 

His gaze goes resolute. Gale presses a palm to his chest, feeling magic thrum steadily, and his heart pound wildly. Still beating, despite everything. Every defiant thump has your name written into it. "This affliction will not take me. We have won against greater evils, and I won't let anything pry us apart. Not when I finally have you." 

Night may have descended, cold air bitter on your skin, but in your chest, you feel the warmth of summer: growing heat, and an exquisite softness. You can't help but let go of a quiet sigh in satisfaction. 

"Now," He's murmuring, standing up straight and taking your hand. He helps you to slide off of his desk, until you're wobbling to unsteady feet, holding onto his arm for balance. "I do believe I've yammered on quite enough. I won't exhaust you with more lengthy pillow talk. You should be given the relaxation you are owed, correct? A bath will only take a few moments to run." 

"Mhm," You reply, gazing up at him, seeming amused. He finds it damn near impossible not to get lost in your eyes. "As long as you're planning on joining me." 

"Joining? Oh, sweetheart. I would be delighted." Gale squeezes your hand, still held in his. He brings it up to his lips, he runs his thumb over your knuckles. He presses an all-too gentle kiss to them, before his fingers lace between the crooks of your own. 

"Come. What remains of tonight is ours." 

You'll smell of lavender and his soap when you crawl into his bed. You'll feel the warmth of his body pressed to yours, his arms around you, your head buried in his chest, and your dreams will be as tender as they are familiar. Your future drawn out, past lifetimes upon lifetimes. 

And once the night bleeds into morning, you will fall for him all over again. 

— 

Waterdeep becomes your new home. 

It isn't long before Gale's tower is strewn with your belongings as well as his. Your old weapons and special artifacts find themselves scattered among tomes, scrolls, and poetry collections. You do manage to return to Baldur's Gate for a while, just to collect your things from the Elfsong and say a couple of goodbyes. You've landed a job as a professor's assistant in Waterdeep, you explain, and you can't be late for your first official day. 

You grow accustomed to the sea salt in your hair, and the way the smell of the ocean soaks into your skin. Gale provides you with your own set of rooms in a secluded corner of his tower. You can watch the waves from your bedroom window, and look out over the city from the view in his library. The days are slow, a calming change of pace from the previous adventures you shared together. Your other companions come to visit you both occasionally, making for a tender reunion. Months go by, but every day is new. A new chance to fall in love. Your new form of a delicate beginning. 

Deep in his bones, Gale still remembers how to cover your weak points. The signs you show when you're closer to crumbling than you're letting on, the feeling of your spells bleeding into his when they combine on the battlefield. He believes those times, those hardships, those perils, will be ones he could never forget — and yet, why would he want to? 

They're reminders of all he has to be grateful for. Mementos of when he first fell for you. You're both safe, you no longer have to fret over dark histories, or worry about protecting one another. For once, you can indulge in a life more tender, and much more forgiving. 

Gale learns what you prefer to have for breakfast, what seasonings you favor for supper, and how you like your coffee when he prepares it for you at sunrise. Between days spent at the academy and endless lesson planning, practicing spells and grading assignments, he makes what free moments you have seem special. There's dates, picnics. Quiet, simple moments that mean the entire world. 

Your head tends to rest in his lap when he's reading; sometimes aloud, his smooth voice lulling you into enveloping comfort. When you fall asleep, limbs tangled, resting on his chest, you relish in every potent thrum of his heartbeat. 

He leaves you love notes on shared grocery lists. Poems he's written for you are left on your bedside table, folded neatly, sealed with wax. You wind up keeping each one. 

Eventually, he's able to take you to all his favorite places in Waterdeep, the extravagant, and the plain. You've no need to introduce yourself, when everyone already seems to know you. 

The wizard is star-struck every time he drones on about you, the regulars at The Yawning Portal explain. Especially once he's had far too much to drink. 

I shouldn't tell you he's planning to propose, he's quite excited about the whole thing, the elderly owner of his favorite bookstore tells you. Be sure to act surprised. 

On the days where you don't accompany him, when he returns from a long afternoon spent at the academy, he's rushing upstairs to greet you. He pulls you into a long, tender hug, one you wish would last forever. His touch breathes new life into your scars, his voice becomes your favorite daily melody. In the wake of every night you spend entwined, you find yourself melting into him, further becoming one another's fatal weakness. When he holds you for a little too long, squeezing you tight and hiding faint tears in the crook of your neck, you feel loved, like you never have before. 

Soft and perfect, you are home. 

Mornings meld into tendays which bleed into months. You treasure it all, with unending adoration. The Gods didn't bless you with this, you carved your own path. You forged your own temple to be made holy in. Before you know it, your heart and soul are undoubtedly his, and on a day no different than the others, Gale is taking you somewhere you've never been before. 

Hands clasped, fingers entwined, he's bringing you to a height above the city, a cliff between the grand mountain and the edge of the sea. Wind runs through your hair. You rest your arms on the stone railing, and sink into the beauty of the sparkling ocean, sunlight glittering on white, foamy waves. He shows you the view of the city below, your city, and his, as the sun dips into the horizon — Although, it seems the only thing he can keep his eyes on is you. 

You're turning just in time to catch him staring. Gale laughs awkwardly in the beat of awkward silence. He mumbles a quick response when you ask if he's alright, offering you an utterance of, Nothing, you're just beautiful. He smiles wider as you offer him a genuine grin and a playful roll of your eyes. Soon, it becomes quiet enough to hear your own heartbeat, prancing loudly through your eardrums. The soft sound of the ocean echoes within you. 

Gale takes a slow, steady breath, catching your attention with a call of your name. This time, when you turn towards him, it's to watch him slowly lower down onto one knee. 

The silver ring he pulls from his jacket pocket was his mother's. It sparkles off of the sun's fading rays, a poem engraved on the inside in elegant script, the surface adorned in sapphire and sunstone. Your heart skips a few beats in your chest. 

You can hardly focus on his words, his vows and his confessions. But you do notice the tenderness to his expression as he glances up at you, misty-eyed, the breeze drifting through his ash-dappled hair; in this moment, everything feels right. And as he asks you to marry him, you're kneeling down as well and you're throwing your arms around his shoulders. You lean your head into his nape, you hold him as tight as you can manage, and you utter just the words he was hoping to hear. 

He is perfectly, endlessly yours. 

You say yes. 

[puffthewritingdragon]

Gods, I needed this today.

Gale lost in the largest lingerie section in Faerûn.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, anal, finger of multiple holes, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of old man’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below. This is the most graphic smut I think I’ve ever written. Feedback is appreciated.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Omg please follow up with the closure our boy deserves 😭😭 this is so good!!

It Could Be II |l. howlett|

A/N: so much angst, fluffy, protective!logan, boxer!logan, sweet!reader, mentions of cheating, mutual pining, suggestive content

It Could Be

That one night, not too long ago…

It was late and Logan was the last person left in the gym, which wasn’t unusual. There weren’t too many places where he could be nowadays as he was always trying to keep a low profile. While he was beating hard on a standing bag in the ring, grunting softly with the contact he made, the gym door opened. Logan recognized her scent before he turned to see her coming in with an annoyed expression on her face instead of her usually happy demeanor, and he immediately knew what was bothering her. “Hey, baby,” Logan greeted her with a grin, forgetting about the swaying bag until it bounced back and softly shoved him. A light giggle left her lips as she shook her head at him and he leaned onto the ropes to look down at her. “Come to see me?” He asked shamelessly and she felt her cheeks warm up.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you, Logan,” She said, holding onto the ropes and looking up at him, her eyes sad even though she was doing her best to put on a smile for him. “I’m actually looking for Adam. We were supposed to meet for dinner, but he didn’t show.” Her teeth chewed softly on her bottom lip as his expression changed, and she knew he knew something. “Have you seen him today?” She asked.

Logan gave her a sympathetic look as he shook his head. “No, sweetheart, I haven’t.” He said and she nodded slowly, looking away from him and at her hands in front of her as they wrung anxiously around the thick ropes. “Can I take you out to dinner?” He asked and she looked at him skeptically. “As friends.” He added, lifting his up his gloved hands defensively and she laughed. Her laugh sounded like a song, it stuck in his head the rest of the night. “Come on, I hate the thought of you eating by yourself and I’m starving.”

“Okay, I’ll go to dinner with you. As friends.” She grinned, not yet forgetting about her boyfriend and the fact that he was probably with someone else. Why shouldn’t she do the same?

They walked arm in arm to a restaurant on the corner of the street. They ordered drinks and shared their plates, Logan made her laugh because he simply had to hear the melodic tune again, and she stopped feeling sad. Her sides were aching faintly from laughing, her cheeks tight from the way he constantly made her smile and feel shy. “I like you better like this.” Logan commented as he took a swig of his beer, watching her sip her cocktail with a smile.

“Like how?” She asked, resting her chin on her palm as she looked at him, the buzzing in her head telling of how tipsy she was now.

Logan moistened his lips as he dipped the mouth of his bottle towards her. “Happy.” He shrugged lightly. “You just don’t seem very happy when you’re with Adam lately.” Her smile fell only a little bit and she cleared her throat. “I don’t mean to talk shit about him. He’s a good buddy of mine. I just hate to see you so upset over his dumbass.”

There was that laugh again. Logan could feel his cock throb at the sound, the sight of her smile, how she seemed so relaxed with him. “He is a little aggravating,” She said, finishing her drink and raking her fingers through her hair as she sighed. “We’ve just been together for so long. I always thought it would be me and him in the end.” She murmured, looking down at her lap and feeling her eyes well with hot tears. “I can’t help it. I love him.”

Logan wanted so badly to tell her to forget about him. To be with him instead because he’d never make her cry, not unless it was from laughing too hard, fucking her too well. But she was hurting and this clearly wasn’t the right time. “Lovable bastard.” He chuckled and she giggled, making him grin. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

They hailed a cab outside of the restaurant and Logan was intending to let her take it, but she insisted they ride together. “I don’t want to be alone right now.” She whispered as she stood between him and the open backseat of the car. Logan looked down at her, his green eyes soft and yearning, and she lightly touched his waist. “Yeah?”

Logan nodded, unconsciously leaning down and stopping himself before he kissed her. “Yeah.”

Her apartment smelled just like her. Logan felt dizzy, maybe from the drinks he had, but definitely from the sweet scent of her. They stumbled slowly into her living room and Logan caught her before she tripped over the leg of her coffee table, she laughed softly, covering her mouth with her hand while the other held onto his arm. The smell of him invigorated her senses as he held her close, smiling down at her and making her cheeks grow warm. “I wish it was always this easy.” She whispered, standing up in his arms on her toes and smoothing her hands over his chest where her eyes fell on the silver plaque around his neck.

“It should be, baby,” Logan murmured, watching her as if she were a fawn, careful not to make any sudden movements out of fear that he might scare her away. Her delicate fingers picked up his tag and she ran her thumb slowly over his name plate before her eyes looked back up into his green ones, so soft and filled with love as he stared down at her. “It could be.” His lips then closed around hers and she whimpered, kissing him back as he pressed her into him with the hand on her back, the other came down to her hip where his thumb drew small circles.

Her hand wrapped around his chain and she gently tugged him down as she had to plant her feet, not wanting to break the kiss due to their height difference. Logan leaned into her, took a step forward, and turned her around so he could sit on her couch and bring her onto his lap. His hands moved up her jean clad thighs, squeezing her hips softly as they made out quietly, as if someone would hear them and catch them in the act. “Logan,” She breathed out, her mind cloudy from the drinks and the kiss, this kiss that shouldn’t be happening. Regardless, she was thinking only about how soft his lips were and how nice it felt to be in his protective hold, to be given attention. His strong arms enclosed her possessively, his warm and built chest rising and falling underneath her palms with his heavy breathing. Logan couldn’t help but feel on her body, feel every plush curve and line that defined her shape. The feeling of her thighs on his lap drove him wild with want and he slowly ran his hands up her waist, his thumbs gently rubbed over her breasts and she shuddered from his soft touch. “We shouldn’t.”

“Then let’s not.” He mumbled, kissing her jaw now as he continued and she didn’t stop him. “Let’s not do it if it’s wrong or if you’re too drunk,” His lips moved against her neck and she moaned softly, clutching tightly onto his shoulders as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of her blouse. “But if you want to, and if you’ll let me take responsibility for this, we should.” He whispered, pulling away and looking at her with pleading eyes, his hands underneath her blouse and feeling on the soft skin of her lower back and her belly.

To her surprise - and his - she nodded, breathless as she said, “I’m not too drunk.”

Logan was about to remove her blouse when there was a sudden knocking on her apartment door and they heard Adam’s voice coming from the hallway. “Y/N, let me in, sweet pea!” He called and she sighed, resting her forehead against Logan’s and closing her eyes as he pulled her blouse back down.

They sat there for a moment, contemplating their choices, until Logan decided he didn’t want to put her in an awkward position. “Probably for the best.” He whispered and she pulled back to look at him curiously. “I don’t perform as well when I’ve been drinking.” He teased and she giggled softly, wiping her lip color off his bottom lip with her thumb and nodding appreciatively because she couldn’t possibly make a choice like this right now.

“Thanks for being with me tonight.” She said as she got off his lap and fixed her hair while he stood directly in front of her and leaned down to her ear.

“Thank you for going out with me.” He said, inhaling her scent once more and kissing her cheek.

Logan stood behind her as she opened the door and Adam grinned when he saw them. “Hey man, thanks for keeping her company.” He said as he clapped Logan on the shoulder while walking past the two of them into her apartment. Logan scoffed dryly, shaking his head as he stepped out into the hall and then he turned back to her.

“You going to be okay?” He asked and she nodded with her head leaning against the door as she held onto the knob.

“We’ll probably just fight,” She mumbled, shrugging lightly. “You’ve seen him box.” She joked and he chuckled, nodding while scratching the back of his head as he started walking away.

“Goodnight, baby.” He winked at her, making her smile shyly.

“Goodnight, Lo.”

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Kind readers, I literally dreamed the second chapter last night and simply had to post it today. I apologize for the angst🫣

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[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of “old man”’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of “old man”’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of “old man”’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of “old man”’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of “old man”’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of “old man”’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of “old man”’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!” Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

[puffthewritingdragon]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett

Summary: YN is Wades’s friend. Strip Poker is played. Poke-Her, more like.

Warning!! MDNI 18+. AFAB reader, PiV, MMF, PiA, DP, blowjobs, anal, finger of multiple holes, multiple orgasm (M and F), Wade and Logan do not kiss. Pet names: sugar, princess, baby, etc. a couple of old man’s thrown at Logan.

It filthy, nasty, I was a possessed woman writing this for two days. Blame the gif below. This is the most graphic smut I think I’ve ever written. Feedback is appreciated.

Y/N is Wade’s friend.

Logan is pretty sure they’ve fucked. Wade is a little too handsy with her for there not be some sort of past. Little grips on her waist, he hugs her from behind when he wants attention.

It’s like a boyfriend who wants his girls attention only on him.

Or a puppy wanting attention from an owner.

Logan watched as Y/N and Wade played Chess, the human grinning as Wade overperformed thinking about the next move.

“While you think of ways to cheat, I’m grabbing a drink.” She moved, giving the board a good glance as if she would remember where all of her pieces are, before turning her back to grab a beer. Deftly, Wade moved a piece without making any noise.

“Cheater.” Logan called out, smirking when Wade’s head snapped to him, mouth open.

“Remember who you live with, you dick!” Wade pointed at Logan, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to side with me!”

“I will side with a beautiful woman over you any fucking time.” Logan smirked when Y/N came around the corner, sipping a beer.

“That’s nice way to come back to a room.”Y/N winked at Logan, who held his whiskey glass up in recognition. She drank deeply from her beer bottle and tsk’d

“Wade Wade Wade baby boy you cheated your way to losing.” She shook her head and moved her piece. “Checkmate.” Wade nearly flipped the table in protest, getting up and yelling about how dumb the game was.

“Something’s dumb, Bub, but it ain’t the game.”

“You just think she’s dummy thicc and want a bite, you lecherous slut.” Wade glared, and it made Y/N giggle into her beer bottle. “You win then. Beat her at her own stupid game.”

“I don’t play chess with people smarter than me. It’s called staying in my lane.” Logan chuckled to himself, “a skill you never learned, I take it.” Y/N laughed, resetting the board.

“Have you seen the man drive? He knows no traffic laws. Al is a better driver.”

Wade was staring at her open mouthed, incredulous at how quickly YN had turned on him.

“Traitor!! I’ve been besties for the resties with you for how long and this is the thanks I get?? I bring one old man home and suddenly you’re a walker chaser?”

“Aww we’re besties??” Y/N teased. “Also if all the old men you brought home looked like him… call me Granny.” She grinned, and Logan turned to her.

“I am older than you think sweetheart, don’t play games you can lose.”

“I don’t think there’s a game we can play that I’ll lose to you.” She sipped from beer bottle. “What’s your game, old man? Poker?” She grinned impishly. “Wanna make it interesting?”

That’s how Wade ended up ass naked in 30 minutes, Logan in just his boxers, and Y/N in her panties and a tank top. She and Wade were fighting about rules.

“No! You lost the hand, you have to take off a layer!��� Wade put his fist on the table. Y/N had reached under her tank top and removed the bra first, and Logan was staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the sheen fabric.

“No it just says remove an article of clothing, they don’t have be ‘in order’.” Y/N bit back. They went in circles, the same argument. “It’s still a ‘layer’” she threw the bra as Wade, who grinned as she stretched.

“Deal a hand Wade, she’ll lose the top soon enough.” Logan smirked, lighting a cigar.

“Oh I’ll get your boxers.” She whispered, winking at him. “And I’m taking those bad boys home for later.” She inhaled deeply, grinning as he shifted a little.

“Are you always this nasty-“

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t begun to be nasty. You haven’t seen half the shit this mouth can do-“ she grinned before leaning over the table, taking his cigar gently and pulling on it, blowing smoke out as she placed it back in his still open mouth, smirking as Logan’s eyes followed the slight sway of her breasts. “Besides, I can hear those dirty thoughts in your head old man. You like em?” She leaned back, letting her breasts pop out, and ran a hand down her chest. Both men froze. The room went silent. YN’s eyes drifted from Logan to Wade, noting how both men were staring at her. Wade looked excited, like a kid in a candy store, and Logan looked at her like a predator on the hunt.

“Yes.” Wade and Logan answered. She gave them Cheshire grin, and rolled her shirt under her breasts, letting her stomach show and propping her breasts up. Wade whispered a “fuck” under his breath.

“Then deal.” She swigged from her bottle.

A flush won her Logan’s boxers, leaving both men naked. She grinned as Logan stripped them off, watching how his half hard cock bounced when he sat.

“You wanna stare at him or play?” Wade asked, also looking at his friend.

“Why? I won. You’re both naked.” She grinned.

Logan sat back in his seat, watching her. They all drank deeply, eyes traveling from one companion to another.

“One more hand. Winner takes all.” Logan puffed on his cigar. YNs eyes glittered, and she sat back in her chair, pulling her knee up to her chest. Giving both men a view of the wet spot on her lace panty set. Wade and Logan shot each other a look, before Logan dealt.

“I fold” Wade immediately took himself out, getting up and rifling through the kitchen to grab a drink. YN turned in her chair and smirked at Logan.

“Bet.” He put a chip down.

“Call.” She matched him. Wade sauntered behind her, setting his beer down on the table half drunk. He squatted down behind her chair, his hands slipped down her waist, to her thighs.

“How about you show us what you’re betting, Sugar?”Wade breathed against her neck, “show Logan what’s on the table, hmm?” His hands moved up her waist, fingers running over her skin and pushing the shirt over her breasts. YN allowed it, sighing when Wade’s mouth started pressing hot kisses to her neck, hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned softly as Wade’s fingers rolled and pinched, squeezed and rolled each breast, his mouth trailing up to her ear, whispering. With a wicked grin, YN moved her leg, giving Logan a clear view of her clothed pussy as she draped her leg over one of her chairs arm. Wade gently pulled her farther back, and moved her other leg to drape over the other arm, fully displaying the growing wet patch as Wade continued to play with her breasts mouth moving back down to her neck and sucking a mark there.

“Play your cards, old man.” YN whispered, moaning lightly as Wade tweaked a nipple, eyes on Logan.

“I fold.” Logan grumbled as he revealed the river. She gasped as Wade dipped a hand below her panty line, a feral grin spreading across her face as she threw her hand on the table. “I win.” Logan practically launched himself across the table, hand going straight to her jaw and pressing a hot, commanding open mouthed kiss to her lips.

YN met with him equal fervor, groaning against Logan’s mouth as Wade slipped her panties off, raising her hips for him. Her hips jerked as Wade let his fingers ring around her clit, his mouth moving from his neck down to her breasts, lips latching over a nipple and sucking a bruise.

“You sure you want this? You gotta tell us now.” Logan breathed against her mouth.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” YN answered, grinning as Logan smirked and wrapped a hand gently around her neck, kissing her again. The slight squeeze he gave her made her pulse race, a gasp stuck in her throat.

YN had one hand in Logan’s hair, the other around his cock, lazily pumping him as they made out, tongues dancing with each others messily. YN moaned as a finger slowly breached its way into her, Wade groaning under his breath at how she squeezed him.

As Wade made himself at home between YNs thighs, his mouth joining his finger, Logan pulled YNs hand off his cock.

“Show me those dirty things you can do with that mouth of yours.” Logan growled, squeezing her neck gently, making her eyes roll back as Wade feasted. A second finger joined, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Logan stood back and let her mouth meet the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and twirled around it. She moved in her seat, Wade moving with her as she leaned forward a little and slowly took Logan’s cock into her mouth. She moaned gently as the heaviness of his cock hit her tongue and she could taste the salty heady taste of his precome. The velvet tip slipping down her tongue to her throat, letting her jaw open to accommodate his size. Logan fisted a hand in her hair, his hips slowly starting to pump in and out of her mouth. YN looked up at Logan from under her lashes, and he groaned as she grinned at him, tongue swirling on the underside of his shaft.

As Wade added a third finger, YN closed her lips around Logan’s cock, sucking as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck baby-“ Logan groaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to control the force behind his hips. She moaned, her chest heaving as Wade found That spongey spot in her walls, pressing against his as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs rapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of his head and he ate at her like a man starved.

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she pulled back from Logan’s cock, back arching as she came on Wades fingers.

“That’s it sugar, give me another.” Wade moaned. “Want you to come all over Daddy Wade’s face again.” His fingers kept their tempo, and Yns eyes screwed shut as the wave of her first orgasm crashed into another, toes curling and back arching against Wade’s mouth.

YN moved out of her seat onto her knees infront of Logan, and licked a stripe up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before going back down to gently tongue his balls. Logan growled, hand fisting back in her hair as Wade propped himself behind her, kissing her shoulder blades down her spine.

YNs mouth engulfed Logan’s cock as Wade slid underneath her, putting her hips directly above his face. Logan watched as she undulated her hips across Wade’s face, reaching back and stroking his hard cock, but her eyes remained on Logan.

“YN you might need to-“ she lifted off with a pop, grinning as Wade’s tongue plunged inside her.

“Come down my throat, Old Man. I wanna taste you.” She whispered, licking his tip and the precome there. “Fuck my mouth like you want to.” Logan’s grip in her hair tightened to the brink of painful and she groaned delightedly as Logan started to do exactly as she asked.

“What a good girl- fuck, YN.” Logan groaned. It was too much- YNs eyes rolled in the back of her head as Logan slid his length down her throat and Wade had her on the brink of a third orgasm. Her body seized, shuddering with her orgasm as Logan spilled down her throat. Wade groaned, cleaning her mess before picking her up.

“We need a bed for this next part-“ He whispered, his cock sliding against her folds as she wrapped her legs around him. Wade captured her mouth with his, and Logan followed as Wade kicked open Yns bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. YN scrambled to all fours, and Wade kissed her hotly as she pumped his cock again.

“Give me some sugar, baby.” He cooed, and YN smiled wickedly as she set to work on blowing him. Logan laid on his back, and together, he and Wade settled YN over his face. He groaned when he smelled her arousal, her pink pussy puffed and already so sensitive. YN keened as Logan slowly started to slip a finger in.

“Come for me once Princess, and then we’ll give you what you really need.” Logan grumbled and she waved her hips in acknowledgment. His hands gripped her waist and moved her directly over his mouth as his nose tapped at her clit. YN whined as Logan’s tongue lapped at her core, mouth vibrating around Wade’s cock. Wade let her move at her own pace, her eyes on him as he groaned.

“Such a pretty mouth-“Wade whined, thrusting gently against her. YN made some noise and Wade cupped her jaw. “Such a good girl taking us both. Such a good pretty girl- fuck-“ he groaned, letting his cock slip into her throat. His grip tightened and he kept himself there as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. Wade finally released her, and YN keened as Logan nipped at her over sensitive bud, writhing against his mouth as Logan lapped at her. Wade sat back, smiling before kissing her.

“Having a hard time sugar? Need some help?” She nodded. “You wanna come on Logan’s face, don’t you? Just a little over stimulated hmm?” Wade kissed her as YN nodded, a pathetic noise coming from her as she rode against Logan’s tongue. “If you come for him, he’ll let you ride him.” YN panted, and Wade sucked a mark onto her neck. “Give us what we want Sugar. Wanna see you fucked out real good. Follow my voice baby girl, come for Daddy-“ YN shook with the force of her orgasm, Wade wrapping a gentle hand around her neck and squeezing as he eased her back, still ontop of Logan. Logan was a mess, her juices all over his face and beard. Logan’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pinning her above him.

“Wade- Lo-lo- I’m - I’m gonna- can’t- I-“ Yn babbled, her eyes going wide as her whole body twitched with her release. Her eyes rolled back, and Wade held her up, hand still under her jaw as he guided her back onto the bed.

“What a good girl” Wade cooed, smiling as YNs chest heaved and she smiled at him. “That’s right. Take a breath sugar-“ Logan sat up, following Wade.

“C’mere.” Logan growled, and YNs eyes switched to him and that leaking cock infront of her. Logan rested against her headrest, grinning lopsidedly as YN crawled up his body. Wade smacked a hand across her ass, hand pumping his own cock as YN licked a stripe up Logan’s cock, and then crawling up his body. With Logan’s help, she lowered slowly onto him. YNs mouth popped open at the stretch, moans ripping from her throat and eyes rolling back as slowly took him inch by inch. Logan’s eyes were pinned on her, eyes flitting from her face, to her tits, and her legs, watching that glorious pussy envelope him until they were completely connected. YN whined at the feeling, grinding gently against him. She leaned forward, kissing Logan as she started to bounce.

“Oh-“ she breathed against his mouth “oh, Logan-“ she groaned, and Logan nipped her lip, moving to suck a mark into the flesh of her neck. As YN bounced, she moaned as Wade kissed her shoulder blade.

“Baby girl.. How would you feel about me joining in mm?” He sucked a mark on her shoulder. She nodded.

“Want both- oh- please-“ she moaned, Wade grinned against her skin, and she felt a finger prod her tight ring, slick against her skin. Wade groaned as he gently opened her up to him, and YN threw her head back as a second finger joined the first, scissoring her open as Logan thrusted inside her at a steady pace.

Wade pressed his fingers down against her soft wall, and she cursed as white hot flashed through her veins and stars bursted infront of her eyes, as his fingers brushed Logan’s cock harder against her walls. YN started pushing back against Wade, riding Logan harder.

“More, Wade, please.” YN begged for a moment, and Logan slowed. Wade wrapped his arms around YN, pulling her off Logan’s cock and against Wade’s chest. Wade bit her ear, running the tip of his cock through her folds, pumping into her pussy a few times to slick up, dragging the slick back as he settled on his back, bring her back to lay against him. YN placed her legs on the outside of Wade’s, putting herself on display. Logan watched as Wade slowly started sheathed himself inside YN. Her pussy gaping and clenching around nothing as Wade groaned. Logan let her get used to the new intrusion, as she turned her head and caught Wade’s mouth in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her ass, hands massaging her breasts.

Logan watched as they kissed, tongues and teeth clashing, before settling between the pairs legs again. Logan watched, before leaning over and spitting down on YNs pussy, and she gasped, head whipping to Logan as he slowly pushed back into her pussy. Her eyes went wide, arms shaking as she supported herself while Logan and Wade figured out a rhythm.

As they picked up the pace, Yns eye began to roll back, and Logan felt her thighs shake. Her pussy clenching hard down on him as she fought her next orgasm.

“Don’t hold back.” He grunted, pulling her up to kiss him. “Two more.” She moaned brokenly, and Logan reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name, clenching down hard on him, and Wade stilled inside her, eyes wide as he came. He stayed inside her, hand snaking up her stomach and massaging her breasts, letting YNs head tilt back onto his shoulder. Logan pistoned into her, before lifting her. Wade sat back, catching his breath as Logan kissed YN, all gnashing teeth and growls before be placed YN ass up on the bed. He groaned, watching Wade’s cum slowly emerge from her ass, whistling low.

“You’re gonna be stuffed full, Princess.” She caught her lip in her teeth and wiggled her ass at him, groaning deeply as Logan re-entered her, slapping her ass. Logan bent over her, biting her ear.

“I am going to ruin you in two orgasms honey. You’ll never think of fucking other men.” He growled, making her mewl and push back against him. He set a punishing pace, YN reduced to nothing but mewls and pleas for something she had no idea she needed.

“Logan please please.. Oh oh god!” She screamed, she slammed back against Logan, vision going white again as another orgasm crashed down upon her.

“Last one baby.” Wade groaned, YN reached for him, kissing him before Logan wrapped an arm around her, pressing her back to his front. Wade followed her, his hand playing with her clit as Logan unleashed, the only noise in the apartment the sounds of wet skin slapping, pants and moans from Logan and Yns higher and higher pitching mewls as Logan fucked her into space.

“You gonna come for me again? Come with me?” Logan rasped into Yns ear, groaning when she nodded. “Gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna give you everything I’ve got.” She moaned as she felt Wade’s hands playing with her clit, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck and breasts.

“Can’t-s’too muh-uch-“ she felt a white hot cord snap in her belly, followed by the warm feeling of Logan spurting inside her with a groan. Her eyes rolled back, Logan slowing to a lazy pace as he gently fucked his seed further and further into her. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he bit a mark into her shoulder.

“Fuck babygirl, you are a sight.” Wade cooed, gently letting her rest against him and Logan pulled out. YN was vaguely aware of being moved around, and a wet towel gently washing her thighs and apex, making her jump at the sensation. “Just cleaning you good girl. Rest. You’re safe.” Wade’s voice echoed to her. She could feel gentle circles on her back.

“We need to play poker more often.” YN murmured as she felt Logan lay beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t think either of us are going to complain.” Logan chuckled, his warm hand running up and down her arm as she came down.

A door slammed.

“Y’all are disgusting.” Came Al’s voice from her bedroom.

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[puffthewritingdragon]

“NEVER IS A PROMISE” | 12.4k

old man!logan x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You are everything Logan isn’t: sweet, trouble-free, much younger—and, to top it off, Charles' caregiver.

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut - mdni 18+ mentions of drinking, angst, some fluff, old man!logan x caregiver!reader, implied age gap (reader’s in her twenties), miscommunication, reader is shorter than logan and has long hair, charles in his cupid era, petnames, minor injuries, wound tending, mentions of blood, virgin!reader, dirty talk, cum shot, fingering, handjobs, oral sex (m receiving), loving sex, sex with a lot of feelings (is that a tag?) unprotected p in v

A/N: i just want to fall in love with him. that’s it. that’s the reason why i wrote this long ass fic 😭 while doing so, i had “never is a promise” by fiona apple and “cool about it” by boygenius on repeat. give them a try if you haven’t listened to them (your lives will be CHANGED) (also, thank you for reading <3)

No matter how often you play chess with Charles, you never manage to beat him. 

“You’ve been staring at that knight for five minutes. It’s not going anywhere, I promise.”

No matter how often you play chess with Charles, you never manage to beat him. 

“You’ve been staring at that knight for five minutes. It’s not going anywhere, I promise.”

Chuckling at his sarcasm, you fold your hands in your lap, lifting your eyebrows in mock surrender. “Okay, I get it. You’re the master of chess,” leaning back in the chair, you cross one leg over the other. “Can we play something else?”

“I’m quite entertained, thank you,” Charles says, sliding the board closer to you across the table. “Your turn.”

“How is it that you don’t get tired of this game?” you mutter under your breath, eyes fixed on the board as you weigh your options, hovering your hand indecisively over the chess pieces. 

“Please do something before I’m forced to make a dash for the toilet,” he hangs his head, pinching the bridge of his nose—a telltale sign of one of his irritable days.

His words spur you into action, encouraging you to finally slide the knight into position. You glance up, meeting his gaze with a hint of challenge. “You go now.”

Charles doesn’t hesitate, and he moves a bishop. “Check.”

Fuck. You hadn’t seen that coming. “I’d prefer to walk away with my pride,” you joke, pushing your chair back and pretending to lose interest in the board.

That makes him smirk, a barely there grin dangling on the corners of his wrinkled lips. The truth is, you wouldn’t stop playing for anything in the world—not even if this old man kicks your ass every single time he suggests playing chess. “You’re not out of the game yet.”

Quietness settles over the tank while you allow yourself some time to come up with a new strategy. After a moment, you decide to go for a pawn, using it to block his bishop.

He doesn’t stop grinning, studying your move with an amused glint in his blue eyes. “Not bad, but you’ve left your king exposed.”

You gape at the board, your fragile confidence faltering for a split second. "I still have some pieces in play."

Charles nods, his brows drawing together in thoughtful consideration. "True. But sometimes, it’s not about how many pieces you have left—” he reaches out, carefully sliding his queen across the board. "It’s about where you place them,” he relaxes, hunching over, his eyes searching for yours. A smile that’s all teeth welcomes you. “Checkmate."

“Damn,” you blow out your cheeks, your gaze tracing the path of his queen. Somehow, he’s trapped your king with no easy way out.

He leans back with a satisfied grin. "That’s three games in a row. My suggestion is that you start rethinking your strategy."

"Or maybe you’re just a better player,” you admit, a mix of frustration and admiration palpable in your tone. “No more chess for today, though,” you stand up from your seat, gathering the board and chess pieces. As usual, they find their place under Charles’ bed, and you turn back to him, beaming with delight. “I think you owe me one after all this.”

“You’re a terrible loser, my dear,” he ponders, his eyes twinkling as they take you in. “Reminds me of someone I know.”

At that exact moment, you hear the familiar creak of the tank’s door opening, followed by a cough you immediately recognize. Without thinking, you straighten your back as Logan steps into the room. Charles notices, but says nothing in return.

It was an infatuation—or at least, that’s what you try to convince yourself of. Logan is a very good-looking man, probably the most handsome you’ve ever laid eyes on. The fact that you live with him doesn’t help at all. You think that if you only saw him occasionally, this—this anxiety that grips you whenever he’s around or when you hear his voice—wouldn’t happen in the first place. But whether it’s good or bad luck, you’ve been sleeping under the same roof as him for over a year, and the crush you’ve had since the first time you exchanged words with him only seems to grow stronger with each passing day.

What you figure out over time is that men like Logan aren’t the dating type. He’s never brought anyone home, and for that, you’re secretly grateful. The last thing you need is to see him with another woman—thank you very much. But the thought gnaws at you: he could easily be meeting someone elsewhere. In fact, it’s more than likely that he’s hooking up with other people. It doesn’t have to be at—

Yeah, you don’t need this either.

Logan’s heavy footsteps resonate even louder, his presence more imposing, and he seems especially pissed off. Then again, he always has that demeanor—angry, grumpy, locked in a constant battle with life. But today… today, you haven’t seen him this troubled in weeks.

“Look who’s joined us,” Charles mumbles, steering his motorized chair to meet him halfway. The chair bumps against Logan’s legs with a thud that sounds almost cartoonish, and Charles scrunches up his nose, his nostrils flaring in disgust. “You smell like shit.”

“Yeah, I missed you too, Pop,” Logan grunts, shoving his hand into the pocket of his suit, searching for something. That’s when you notice the bloodstains on his shirt, smeared across his chest, and the missing buttons at the top. Your breath catches in your throat, and you bite your tongue to keep from asking any foolish questions. “They gave me new ones,” he mutters, looking you in the eye as he tosses the pill bottle at you.

You leap forward to catch it mid-air, your heart skipping a beat. Logan holds your gaze for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before giving a slight nod and turning on his heel to storm out of the tank.

When your attention goes back to Charles, you see how his eyes remain locked on the pills you’re holding, his head lowering in defeat. “He’s waiting for me to die.”

“Don’t say that,” you squat to be at his eye level, momentarily hiding the meds from his view. Still, you struggle to make him shift his gaze. “He’s taking care of you, which is something completely different,” you place your hand on top of his knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You’ve had this same conversation innumerable times, yet each time feels like the first. He offers you a melancholic but knowing look as you softly say: “You have to take them, Charles. I’m sorry.”

He raises a hand, his trembling fingers curling around your wrist, examining you, trying to find an answer in the lines. “Don’t be. At least you’re here.”

“I’m sure Logan’s tired; that’s why he doesn’t stay any longer. Haven’t you seen him?” you rise to your feet, moving behind him to guide his chair. The tank sort of has a chill in the air, metallic walls that seem to press in around you both. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to play chess with him. Rest assured I’ll always let you win,” you murmur next to his ear, succeeding in eliciting a chuckle from him.

After that, you help him with his daily routine. Charles isn’t heavy, and you manage to get him onto the bed, his frail body yielding to your gentle support. You slip the rest of his body beneath the blankets, tucking him in carefully before handing him two pills and a glass of water. “All the way down, okay? And I wanna see that tongue after you swallow them.”

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under, covered in dust and dirt. Charles sticks his tongue out, putting the glass down on his nightstand. “Happy?”

“You’ve got no idea how much,” you say, adjusting the covers. The silence of the tank surrounds you both, and you can sense his gaze lingering on you. You flick your eyes up, furrowing your brows as you sit in the small space beside him on the mattress. “What is it?”

“You fancy him, don’t you?”

Freezing on the spot, your eyes narrow. “I—I don’t—” you trail off, pushing the words out with some effort. “Are you trying to read my mind?”

His whole chest rumbles with laughter under your touch. He finds your hand once again, intertwining your fingers with his. “Don’t be so naïve. I don’t need my abilities to see the way you get all flustered when he passes by. Why do you think they say older people are wiser?” he inquires, his lips forming a straight line. “We’ve lived too much not to notice the most common things, my dear—and let me tell you that you do a horrible job at pretending.”

“Of course I like him. Logan’s a good man, he keeps us safe,” you glance down at your hands—his, weak and delicate, in evident contrast to your own. “I’m not in love with him, Cupid.”

“Oh, you should’ve seen him years ago,” Charles says, his eyes glazing over as he drifts back into the past. His body remains here, within the confines of the room, but his mind is elsewhere, somewhere far away. You give his hand a gentle tug, trying to bring him back. “When we took him in, he was pursuing a career as a cage fighter. I had never seen anyone like him in all my years of educating mutants. He was so… different from the rest. Reserved, didn’t talk much at first. But I gave him a family, I—” his voice falters, overcome by his own emotions. 

That’s when you realize he’s no longer with you, his gaze unfocused, looking around the tank as if seeing it for the first time. It pains you to see him like this, completely disoriented and disconnected from reality.

“Why are we here? What has happened to the rest? Has he told you anything?”

These are the questions he asks every day without fail—questions that you can’t, nor want, to answer. Since you’re not exactly sure the explanation would soothe his troubled mind, you feel forced to play dumb.

“I don’t know, Charles. We don’t really talk that much, Logan and I,” you stand from the bed, not without pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before. You smile at him, hoping he doesn’t realize the gesture lacks authenticity. “Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll let you know if I hear anything worth sharing.”

Once you close the door behind you, you settle back into it, releasing a shaky breath. Being Charles’ caregiver was a challenging task, especially in moments like these, which required immense internal strength not to crumble in front of him. You squeeze your eyes shut as you adjust to the harsh sunlight, fighting to regain your composure. When you finally scan the area, the only thing that meets your eye is the deserted smelting plant you now call home.

You open the sliding door, the noise breaking the stillness and forcing Logan to look up from his plate. He’s eating like a starved man, casually drinking from a small bottle of whisky on the table, already half of it gone. After those long drives through the nights and the early hours, he always returns hungry. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, setting it on the stove to heat.

Neither of you says anything for a few minutes: he eats, and you sip your hot coffee in silence, not wishing to disturb the breakable peace that hangs by a thread. Thinking this is how the noon will continue, you begin to walk toward your room until he clears his throat, stopping you in your tracks. That simple gesture makes you whirl around, anticipating something.

“This is delicious,” he acknowledges, pointing to his plate with his fork, the rice with veggies and meat you cooked last night nearly gone. Dipping his chin, he adds in a low voice: “Thank you.”

You’re taken aback by his unexpected willingness to engage in conversation. Moments like these are as rare as seeing Halley’s Comet, so you proceed with caution, as if you’re approaching a skittish animal—one wrong move, and the opportunity is lost.

Setting your mug down on the table, you sit on the chair opposite him. Deep down, the hammering of your heart echoes in your ears, and you hope his sharp senses don’t pick up on it.

“I’m glad you liked it. Charles ate two bowls of it,” you explain, unable to suppress a smile. Logan hums, tilting his head to the side as he keeps devouring his meal. You take another sip of your coffee, blowing on it in a futile attempt to cool it down. “He wants to talk to you.”

“Huh?”

“Charles. He—he asks to see you a lot,” you begin, carefully choosing your words. “I know it’s none of my business, but I think it would make him feel better if you spent more time with him.”

The sound of a distant train rumbles through the walls, amplifying the silence between you. Logan doesn’t utter a word; instead, he puts down his fork, the clinking noise making you jump slightly, the intensity of his stare becoming overwhelming. “You’re right about one thing—what I do or don’t do is none of your goddamn business.”

Just like that, the buildup dissolves in a matter of seconds. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, nodding absentmindedly. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, feeling a wave of shame wash over you. How stupid were you to think he might want to talk to you?  “I just—I want to be of help.”

“Just take care of Charles. That’s all you gotta worry about, all I’ve ever asked you to do,” he barks, clenching his jaw, and you can tell he means each word.

When he talks to you in this tone, it makes you think more rationally—it reminds you that you don’t really know him, and yet you agreed to work for him in exchange for a roof over your head and food on your plate. He’s not your friend, and he’s excellent at making that crystal clear every time you cross the line. Logan pushes you away like you’re nothing, like you’re just another of the many burdens he has to deal with.

It should be enough to send you running to your room, but despite the knot tightening in your belly, you somehow remain rooted in place, your eyes sharp like daggers. As another train echoes in the silence, you come to terms with the knowledge that one more question will drive him away.

And sometimes, you speak before you think, as you do now: “Whose blood is that on your shirt?” you ask, voice steady and cold. Perhaps it’s you who wants him to leave this time.

He shakes his head with offense, frustration crinkling his eyes. “I don’t need this shit,” he groans, his gruff voice loud enough for you to hear it. He gets up from the table, placing his plate in the sink without much delicacy. At last, he heads to his room, slamming the door with a deafening thud that reverberates through the entire place.

It’s not a crush, that voice deep inside you insists as you’re left alone in the kitchen. And it’s valid: a mere crush wouldn't cause this kind of pain, wouldn’t make your chest feel this heavy and your limbs numb.

Whenever he leaves, he takes a part of you with him, never to be returned. By now, you’re certain he’s stolen all those missing pieces from you, and you’ve got no idea how much longer you can endure before you shatter completely.

You seem to have won this battle, but what you end up losing is far greater than any fleeting gratification.

Loving Logan is maddening, to say the least.

To this day, you still recall every detail of the night that altered the course of your life—the night you met Logan.

The memories are rather vivid in your mind, and you revisit that moment on nights like these, when you can’t sleep and the past appears to be much more appealing than your present. Pressing your cheek against the cold pillow, you let your eyelids drop, reconstructing the full scene behind your sealed eyes.

It was your third week working at that restaurant, and you were still getting used to its daily rhythm. Waitressing was working wonders for you—you had a good memory, and people often gave you generous tips. Everything was going well: you were the only waitress on shift, and your boss had left for a brief errand, promising he would be back soon.

During this lull, a group of men entered the restaurant, already drunk or high—probably both. They sat at one of the empty tables, immediately calling for you. One of them, a tall blonde, was the loudest. “Come here, baby,” he pointed his finger at you, gesturing for you to approach him. The nickname felt wrong rolling off his tongue, and as you obliged, he shoved a handful of bills into the front pocket of your apron. He clutched your waist, dragging you nearer. “I’m getting married tomorrow. Think you can do something special for me?”

His friends cheered him on, laughing and pounding their fists on the table. You managed to slip from his grasp and asked them what they wanted to order. While they took their time deciding, you noticed a limousine parked in the distance, probably the vehicle that had brought these morons here. The driver rolled down his window, hanging his arm from the armrest. Though you couldn’t see his features, the interaction alone was enough to make you look away.

An hour went by, and the men refused to take off. They’d eaten, drunk, and danced—and driven you crazy in the process. The rest of the customers had decided to leave once they realized the night was far from finishing for the noisy group of friends. You apologized, feeling incapable of doing anything to change the situation. Your sanity felt threatened as you turned off the TV, ending the sixth round of karaoke, their shouts and hoots ringing in your ears.

“We’re closing in ten minutes,” you informed them, starting to collect their dirty plates and glasses. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the blonde man standing right beside you, his piercing blue eyes burning holes through your skin. He attempted to graze your shoulder, but you quickly stepped back, keeping a safe distance between you. “How do you plan to pay? Cash or credit?”

“How about with a kiss, huh?” he inched forward, his face dangerously close to yours. Unaccustomed to being approached in this manner, you ducked your head, unsure of your next move. His breath reeked of beer and vodka, a horrendous combination that had you nearly gagging on the spot. As he backed you against the counter, one of his large hands cradled your face, urging you to make eye contact with him. “I swear I can be very, very nice. You haven’t given me the chance to show it yet.”

“Hey, pal. You said one hour.”

The first time you heard his voice—low and husky, the kind that could send shivers down your spine. Your eyes locked with Logan’s, your pleading gaze seemingly stirring something in him as he got a grip on the situation. His brows bumped together in a scowl, and you didn’t miss how he limped as he made his way into the restaurant. There was something about him—how he moved, his stance—that felt strangely familiar.

“We’re busy in here, chauffeur,” the blue-eyed man protested, slightly losing his balance while still holding your cheek.

Your rescuer squared off against him, their noses practically brushing. He worked his jaw, his half-lidded, tired eyes taking in the sight of you. “I’m no fortune-teller, but I don’t think she’s into you, bub.”

“Come again?” the blonde guy released you, much more concerned with defending his bruised pride. “What’s the matter, Grandpa? Is it past your bedtime?”

“I want you to pay me for the ride, and for waiting a fucking hour and a half for you and your friends,” the older man spat, jerking his thumb toward the limousine. “I’m not taking you back to the hotel. You might want to start looking’ for another driver.”

The group of men closed in around him, their anger bubbling. “That’s not cool, dude. We had a deal,” another voice snapped, but Logan couldn’t seem to care less.

“Well, the deal’s off. And leave the girl alone, will you?” he retorted, his tone dripping with disdain. “So, where’s my money?”

He couldn’t have predicted it. One of the men behind him swung a plate, striking him in the nape and catching him off guard. Logan collapsed to the floor, clutching his head in pain. The others took the opportunity and began to pummel him, kicks and punches landing wherever they could.

You screamed at the top of your lungs, desperately trying to intervene. You grabbed at their clothes, digging your fingernails into every patch of exposed skin you could find, but they shoved you aside with brutal force. Your back slammed against the nearest wall, a jolt of sudden pain making you wince. The blood in your veins turned to ice as you watched, paralyzed with fear that they might kill him. But then—

Three metallic claws emerged from his knuckles, and he used them to push himself upright. Despite the blood smeared across his nose and mouth, he managed to stand, his quickened breathing coming out in short puffs. The men backed away in shock, leaving him alone amidst the chaos. 

You stared at him, your hands trembling as recognition dawned: it was the Wolverine. The familiarity, the sense of having seen him before, all made sense now. It all flooded back in a rush—the comics, the news, the rumors.

“Get the hell outta my sight,” he growled, pressing his claws against the fabric of the blue-eyed man’s jacket, making him flinch.

You couldn’t make out what you were feeling. It wasn’t fear, but intrigue. Even as the group of men fled the restaurant, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. At first, he avoided your gaze, focusing on his shoes as he retracted his claws.

Once the immediate danger had passed, he slumped forward, groaning. You gently draped one of his arms around your shoulders and helped him into a nearby chair. His weight felt like a thousand bricks, but you accomplished to get him seated.

He rubbed a shaky hand over his graying beard, his face twisting in pain as you pressed a makeshift towel of napkins against his lower lip, where blood continued to flow. Taking the towel from you, he continued tending to himself. You scanned his features, scrutinizing him.

“You are…” you began, the words feeling inadequate at the moment.

Logan nodded hesitantly, his silence confirming your suspicion. “Yeah, that’s me,” he tugged at his shirt collar, exposing some of his chest hair, fresh blood staining his work clothes. Your gaze fell there, and you quickly chided yourself. The poor guy was bleeding, and you were checking him out. Jeez.

Kneeling by his side, you introduced yourself. “Thank you for stepping up for me,” you said afterward, and he shook his head dismissively. “They were a pain in the ass. I don’t know how you even managed to drive them here.”

“Money’s money, darlin’. Doesn’t matter where it comes from, as long as—” he was interrupted by a coughing fit, and your concern deepened as you continued to spot more of his injuries. “I’ll heal,” he reassured you, his expression softening in an attempt to calm your anxiety.

Your eyes pierced his with an intensity that seemed to unsettle him. A flush of crimson crept into your cheeks as a question surfaced in your mind: “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“You don’t owe me anything, kid,” he replied, a hint of gruffness in his voice.

“But I could help you,” you persisted, your voice betraying a touch of eagerness. Stifling a cough, you tried to mask your enthusiasm, and sighed. “Are you hungry? I could cook you something, or pour you a drink. We’ve got plenty of liquor—”

Logan interrupted you, placing the towel down on the table. “Have you ever taken care of an old person?” 

Tilting your head, you considered his question. “How old?”

“Ninety-somethin’.”

You nodded, memories of the events from years ago surfacing. “I lived with my grandparents for most of my life. When they fell ill, I spent a lot of time with them. My mom had to work long hours, and I—well, the point is, I did take care of them,” you paused for an instant, his expression unreadable, though you perceived a slight relaxation in his posture, as if your answer had put him at ease. “I like being around old people. They have stories to tell,” you added, a genuine smile breaking through, “and I’m a good listener.”

“Then I suppose there is somethin’ you can help me with.”

And so began a new chapter in your life. The very next day, you were moving in with him and Charles. It took several weeks for the latter to warm up to you and get used to your presence. Initially, he was hopeful that you might also be a mutant, but his disappointment was palpable when he discovered you lacked any supernatural gifts. Leaving that aside, he valued your company.

“The shots mellow the seizures. The pills keep them from happening’,” Logan had once explained, detailing the medications Charles needed. You recalled the psychic attack from a year ago and its consequences, but that wasn’t a topic to be discussed with Logan, and you understood why.

“Where do you get these?” you asked, examining the bottle of pills with a curious glance. “Without a prescription, I mean.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna know.”

Soon, you got adapted to the whole package: his unpredictable temperament, his mood swings, and his nightmares. Logan Howlett was a puzzle box of surprises, one you could never quite unlock.

Fast forward to the present day, you realize it must be already late, because Logan’s heading to work. You stand on your tiptoes, peering out of your bedroom window. Your warm breath fogs the glass as his eyes find yours, and then he slips into the vehicle, blending into the shadows of the night. The distant rumble of his limousine signals his departure, your forehead pressed against the glass, as if somehow that could take you with him.

There goes another piece of you.

You find yourself shaving Charles the moment worry takes over your senses.

He’s retelling a familiar story: that one time Logan, Scott, Jean, and Storm saved Rogue from Magneto. On any other day, you wouldn’t mind listening to his stories, despite having heard them countless times. This one in particular is your favorite. But today, it’s hard to focus on it, even more when one of its main characters is missing in action.

Logan hasn’t come back home yet.

It’s been an entire day, and he’s usually back by morning to rest. Now, after having cooked dinner and helping Charles shower, you’ve run out of distractions. There’s nothing left to occupy your thoughts, nothing to ease the building anxiety gnawing at you.

You texted him multiple times—no answer. You even called—also nothing. Every time Charles asks if Logan’s at work or sleeping, the knot in your chest tightens. That’s when your mind starts to spiral, and you’re convinced you’ll burst any moment.

After putting him to bed, you pace the kitchen, picking at your nails and biting the raw skin around them. The sting of pain is there, but it’s faint, not enough to overshadow the real fear clawing at your insides. All these what-ifs that storm through your mind make you feel nauseous: what if he’s dead? What would you do with Charles? How would you provide for both of you without a salary?

Just as you’re about to dial his number again, Logan materializes out of thin air through the sliding door. He’s got a dark bruise under his right eye, and his once-white shirt is littered with bloodstains. You stare at him—he’s limping harder than usual, each of his movements slower. Walking towards him, your hands cup his face. His skin feels rough beneath your fingers, and he lets out a grunt as you graze his split lip. “What happened?”

“They were following’ me. Had been doing’ so for a few days now,” he says, making no effort to pull away.

“Did you kill them?“ you wonder out loud, still inspecting his injuries. The pad of your thumb hovers inches away from his bruised mouth.

Covering your hands with his, Logan ducks his head, closing his eyes for a brief second and swallowing thickly. “Somebody had to do it, sweetheart.”

You limit yourself to a nod, because you know there’s nothing you can reproach him for. You were no stranger to the idea of him killing. It was an implicit truth between you.

“I thought—I was so scared, and I—“ your voice wavers, and you feel your eyes watering, the tears prickling at the corners. “I thought you—“

He doesn’t let you finish, already knowing how it would end. “Hey, look at me,” he’s the one touching you now, tilting your chin up. Your eyes keep flickering over the cuts and old scars you spot on his cheeks, his neck. Logan forces a pained smile, unable to hide his discomfort. “It’s fine, I’m alright. Just a bit fucked up, but nothin’ you haven’t seen before,” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood, and it works. You bite your lower lip, suppressing your grin. “I always come back, don’t I?”

“But you can barely stand,” you whisper, not sure why you’re speaking so softly. You make him turn his back to you, helping him shrug off his coat. As expected, remnants of dried blood decorate his shirt like highlights. “Let me help you.” 

“I don’t—“

”There are cuts all over your back. And your chest—you’re not healing properly,” you say, turning him to face you again. The look on his face suggests only one thing: he’s about to throw in the towel. “You don’t have to do everything on your own.” You think you’ve never been this close before, his proximity both intoxicating and comforting at the same time. “Please.”

He ends up giving in to your persuasion, allowing you to guide him to the bathroom. Logan sits down on the toilet, watching you gather supplies to clean his wounds. When you come back, he’s still staring at you, his eyelashes fluttering together each time he blinks. Starting with his cheek, you press a damp towel to his skin, and he hisses. It takes everything in you not to flinch in sympathy.

“How’s Charles?” he asks, probably trying to distract himself as you continue to clean his wounds, the towel darkening with his blood over time. 

“He’s doing great. Asked for you a lot, actually,” you take a look at his jaw, where one shallow cut is already starting to fade away thanks to his healing ability, something that never fails to amaze you.

Logan hums, tilting his head. ”I’ll check on him in the morning,” he murmurs, and you flash him a quick smile, finishing with his face. He’s now free of dirt and blood, his brows furrowing as he pauses to collect his thoughts. “The other day, when we talked—“

You cut him off, turning to the sink as you rinse the towel, watching the water get red. “Forget it.”

“No, it wasn’t okay—how I acted,” he stands up from the toilet, and you feel his presence behind you, the alarm inside your head going off as the space between you shrinks. “I know you just want what’s best for him. For us. I’m sorry I was a jerk,” his voice comes out even huskier at this time of the night, sounding afraid of waking someone, even though it’s just the two of you here.

“Apology accepted,” you swirl around to meet his gaze, only to find yourself nose-to-nose with him, and you lean back against the sink, your spine pressed into the cool surface. Logan places his hands on both sides of the vanity, caging you with his body. Like the most beautiful tree, he stands tall in front of you, and you take a deep breath, getting drunk on his distinctive scent. “Are you… okay?”

You watch as he lowers his head, pursing his lips before muttering: “Imma need you to do something more for me,” he says, almost pleading, and you can’t avoid the amount of thoughts that rush into your mind. Gone was your decency when you had to deal with him.

That’s when he looks up to find your eyes, his harsh expression evolving into a more vulnerable one. “Have you ever removed a bullet?”

If you thought listening to Logan’s nightmares was painful, nothing could have prepared you for the sounds he makes while you pull several bullets from his wounds. 

He sits shirtless in front of you, grunting at each of your careful movements. As you remove one bullet lodged near his ribs, Logan practically yells, and you rest your cheek against his, desperate to ease his suffering. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m almost done,” you whisper into his ear, hoping your words might bring him some relief. He lets his head fall forward, resting it on your shoulder, trusting you enough to tend to his injuries, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

It takes you half an hour to clean both his chest and back, but Logan doesn’t complain. When you’re finished, he goes straight to his room, flopping onto his bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. You see the way his chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing still labored. You wish you could lie beside him, even just for a few minutes, but your last shred of self-control stops you from doing such a thing.

“Get some sleep,” you say leaning against the doorframe, your advice sounding more like a plea. He looks exhausted, dark circles sunken beneath his eyes. 

Logan lets out a bitter laugh. “Do I look that bad?”

You roll your eyes at that, your fingers curling around the doorknob. Glancing back at him over your shoulder, you catch something in his look—a glimmer of something you can’t quite put into words, but you decide not to look further into it. “Good night, Logan.”

“Good night, darlin’—and thank you,” he murmurs, holding your gaze until the door shuts between you.

Then you sprint to your room, gently closing the door before biting back a smile, replaying the last hour in your mind. How close to you he had been, how comfortable he seemed around you. You hadn’t just crossed lines—you’d broken them. You almost pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Somehow, your racing mind calms down, and you fall asleep, one hand tucked beneath the pillow, the other resting against your chest.

You’re a light sleeper. The sound of something shattering wakes you, leaving you startled and disoriented. Dawn is just breaking, the first rays of sunlight slipping through your window. You sit up, pricking up your ears as you scratch the back of your head, listening attentively. Logan’s voice filters into your room—he lets out a string of profanities, and you stifle a giggle, throwing off your covers and putting on a sweatshirt that matches your pajamas.

Barefoot, you walk down the hall, stopping at the kitchen’s entrance. Logan is kneeling beside the table, gathering the shards of a broken mug. It seems like he’s just gotten out of the shower, tiny droplets of water trailing down his neck.

“That was my favorite one,” you say in a low voice, teasing him. His back muscles flex under the material of his shirt, and he turns to look at you, his expression a silent apology. “I take it you’re not using your glasses?”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” rising to his feet, he grunts, digging his fingers into his lower back with a grimace. “They’re called readers for a reason.”

You decide to let him have that one, grabbing a new mug from the shelf and handing it to him. He accepts it, thanking you, and fills it with freshly brewed coffee. “Was it a nightmare?“ you ask, watching as he sinks into the couch, spreading his thighs apart with a sigh while you take a seat at the table instead.

Logan gives a nod, sipping some of his coffee. “At least I slept for a few hours.” 

“Are you really going to stay up? It’s pretty early,” you stretch your arms over your head, a yawn escaping you before you can hold it back.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You hesitate for a moment, but then comes your question: “Can I join you?” you prop your elbows on your knees, any trace of sleepiness now gone with the wind.

He squints his eyes, his unrelenting stare boring into you. “Feel free.”

So here you are, studying him as he drinks his coffee, his fingers wrapped tightly around the ceramic. There are so many things you want to ask him—about how he’s feeling, if his wounds have healed—but it seems you’ve entered a silent staring contest without even knowing it. Not that you mind him looking at you—you just want to know the reason why.

You snort, and he arches a brow. “Do I have something on my face?” you decide to ask him, straightening your back.

“I guess I can’t help but wonder why you agreed to all of this,” he says, setting the mug down with a soft clink. By this, you understand he’s referring to being Charles’ caregiver and leaving your old job behind. “I mean—you could be doing better things with your life. Why would you choose to do this?”

“I told you before: I wanted to help you,” you shrug, trying to keep your tone light even as your stomach tightens with nerves. You watch as Logan folds his arms, the muscles of his biceps becoming more visible. “Plus, I love being around Charles.

“I don’t think people your age would be that interested in spending their days like this,” he says, and you toy with a lock of your hair, wrapping it around your finger.

“Well, good thing I’m not like most people my age then.”

His silence hangs heavy in the air until he speaks again. “What do you mean by that?”

“You know that feeling when life seems like a race? And you just have to keep up with certain things that everybody else is doing, or you’ll be left behind?” you pause, the words falling more naturally than you’d expected. Logan nods, making it seem like he understands what you’re trying to say. Whether he truly does it or not, you don’t know. “When my friends started going to parties, getting boyfriends… I couldn’t. My family wouldn’t let me. And even when I could, it felt like it wasn’t really what I wanted.”

Inhaling sharply, you stop yourself. The conversation suddenly feels far too personal.

“You never had a boyfriend?” he gets more comfortable on the couch, his voice gruff as he rubs his chin, waiting for a reply.

A familiar heat settles between your legs. “I went out with some guys, but it never led to anything serious,” you say, your cheeks getting warmer the more details you share with him. “I guess I wasn’t the kind of girl they were looking for,” you add, not missing the way his lips twitch momentarily.

“How could they not want you?”

“They didn’t think like you do.”

“That’s because they were boys, not men,” he mutters, his gaze dropping to your hands before returning to your face. “Did they treat you right, those boys?”

Swallowing hard, you can hardly register the uncertainty in your own voice. “I mean… yes, I think they did. They were nice to me.”

There it is—the faintest hint of a smirk dancing on his lips. “Nice doesn’t mean good, though.”

You dig your nails onto the table, your pulse quickening, trying to hide how affected you are by his words. “What is it that you want to know?”

“Come sit with me, doll.”

Doll. Doll. Doll. Inside your chest, your heart gallops, your legs trembling as you get off the table, moving closer to him. Feeling lighter with every step you take, you plop down beside him, and Logan sits straighter, his knees almost bumping into yours. You can’t bring yourself to look at him—this is happening, just like in your filthiest dreams.

His hand slides up to yours, not applying any sort of pressure. He scrutinizes your skin, bringing your hand to his lips, and he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist. It tickles, it burns—it ignites a fire inside you, one you know you can’t ignore. A gasp attempts to escape you, but you suppress it.

“Did you let them touch you?” he whispers, attaching his mouth to your neck, brushing the sensitive spot where your jaw and ear meet.

This time, you moan, any possible rational thoughts turning into putty, melting with the way he’s touching you. “Logan,” you purr his name, begging for something, anything he’s willing to give you. Your thighs, once shoved together, spread of their own accord, and you hear him click his tongue.

“Didn’t I ask you something?” his teeth graze your pulse point, forcing you to close your eyes.

“I didn’t. They wanted to, but I—I wouldn’t let them,” you answer, and as if he’s rewarding you, his fingers begin to tug on the hem of your sweatshirt, rolling it up your body and over your head. He tosses it to the floor, admiring you.

“Why?”

Goddamn.

“Because I was waiting for the right guy,” you manage to get out, grasping his hand and positioning it on top of your right breast, encouraging him to go on with what he had started. His pupils widen further, and he squeezes your tit roughly, eliciting a moan from you. “I think I’ve found him.”

Logan scans your face, searching for any sign of repentance in your expression. “I’m going to hell for this,” he murmurs under his breath, his hard-on noticeable through his tented sweatpants. “Lay down,” you obey his command, easing yourself onto the couch, and sinking into the cushions as he presses himself to your side. He peppers your neck with kisses, playing with the waistband of your shorts. “I’m not gonna kiss you, but I’ll make you feel good. Just this time, ‘kay? And we don’t talk about it.”

You accept his offer, knowing that you’ll probably regret it in a couple of hours. Right now, it doesn’t matter. You need his electrifying touch, his fingers, his—

With a swift motion, your shorts are yanked down your legs, and his calloused hands part your thighs even wider. A damp spot on your underwear sells you out, and his thumb rubs gentle circles over that area, causing you to lift your hips. “So this is what you look like when you touch yourself, huh?” he edges his fingers closer to your clit, his breath tickling your ear, and he dips his tongue into your collarbone. “I hear you all the fuckin’ time. You’re not as quiet as you think.”

It should embarrass you, the fact that he has listened to you pleasuring yourself. But in a moment like this, it only succeeds in fuelling your desire. “Please. You said you’d make me feel good.”

“And I will, but you’re greedy as hell,” he says, his movements more deliberate now. You feel hot all over as he pulls your panties to the side, exposing your glistening cunt. Logan’s on the verge of drooling over you, reaching for your folds and spreading your wetness. “Men aren’t strong creatures, honey. You’ve got no idea how hard it is to hold back.”

“D-don’t hold back,” you stutter, losing your composure when he returns to your clit, his fingers coated in your arousal while they flick your swollen bud. “Oh, Logan…”

“You make the prettiest sounds,” he rasps, mouthing at your jaw, though as you try to kiss him, he slows his pace. “What’s wrong? Am I not giving you enough?”

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” you whisper, fascinated by how big his fingers look in comparison to your pussy. “I’m just—”

“Needy, I know,” he finishes for you, and he picks up his merciless rhythm again. Heat pools in your lower abdomen, and you can’t help but arch your back every time he teases you, grazing your entrance with his middle finger. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

You dig your nails into his arm, relishing the way his body responds to your touch. He grinds his cock against your hip, his teeth nipping at the column of your neck. “I want to come. Please, make me come,” you sob, letting out a shaky breath. A thin sheen of sweat covers your forehead, and Logan locks eyes with you after what feels like an eternity. “Please, Lo.”

The nickname snaps something inside of him. His fingers circle your clit with a fervency you hadn’t experienced before, your pleasure seemingly being his primary focus. “The shit I’d do for you.”

You warn him, telling him you’re close—so so so close—until the fire in your belly flares, and blood rushes to your ears. You collapse against him, holding his hand firmly against your core, hips jerking as you ride your orgasm. The world narrows down to this—this moment, your most desired fantasy.

Logan holds you as you go limp in his arms, rubbing your clit ever so slightly, murmuring soft praises. “Y’did so good, honey,” he whispers, planting a kiss on your temple, burying his nose in your hair. You’re still out of breath, the pulsing between your parted legs persisting long after your release. “Told you you weren’t quiet.”

A giggle bubbles up from your chest, his beard tickling you as he slides his hands up under your shirt, finding your nipples. “It was n-nice,” you tell him, your voice faltering the more he toys with your hardened peaks. Your skin heats up again, heart racing at the thought that he isn’t done with you yet.

“Just nice?” one of his hands makes its way back into your pussy, ghosting his fingers over your hole, and he smirks when he feels you squirm. “You surely know how to hurt a man’s pride.”

“I wasn’t—I didn’t mean to—” you can’t structure a proper sentence, not when he’s playing with you like this. Logan rubs your arousal between his fingers, as though he wants you to see how slick you still are, even after coming. “Are you going to touch me again?”

He hums, feigning uncertainty. “What do you think, baby? Should I make you come with my fingers now?”

It’s like a switch flips in your mind. He knows exactly how to make you beg and which buttons to push, using that power to his advantage. “Yes, please. I want it,” you plead, intending to buck your hips into his touch, impatient for more.

“Do you fuck yourself with your fingers?” 

“Sometimes, but I can never finish—Oh my God,” he slips one finger inside you, causing you to curse, your voice barely above a whisper. You clench around the intrusion, your head falling back onto the cushions. “Fuck me.”

“In a minute,” he begins to thrust his finger in and out, gathering your juices every time he goes back to hammering that sweet spot in your interior. Soon, one finger becomes two, and he reduces you to a panting mess.

Tears threaten to well in your eyes, and you whine as he involves his other hand in the matter, furiously rubbing your clit. “Your fingers feel much better than m-mine, Lo.”

“I could tell,” he curls them just right, and you push back against his thrusts, tilting your pelvis to meet him halfway. “There you go. Take what you need, pretty girl. I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

Everything feels frenzied, fast, the way your inner walls spam and contract around his fingers as you chase your second climax. Once you come down from your high, your blurred vision catches him tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down. His cock springs free, and he fists himself, stroking his length angrily. You watch as some pre-cum dribbles from the head, and you lean forward, watching it closely.

“You look goddamn beautiful when you come, darlin’,” he murmurs through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched tight. Hovering over you, he rucks your shirt up until he can see your tits from above. He alternates between your breasts, squeezing them while he continues to stroke his girth. “Want to see these two all dirty.”

Logan truly loses it when your hand reaches out to him, tracing a bulging vein near the head of his cock. You meet his lustful gaze, batting your lashes, and then you feel his come splashing against your bare chest, a choked moan escaping Logan’s throat, spurts of his hot seed landing on your skin.

“Fuckin’ hell… fuck,” he grunts, still tugging at his cock, enamored with the masterpiece he’s created. When it’s finally over, he lies beside you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You run your fingers through his hair, and he nuzzles further into your touch with a groan. “I’m too old for this.”

Minutes pass as both of you seem to grasp the gravity of what has just happened. Eventually, Logan rises to his feet, disappearing for a brief moment before coming back with a towel to wipe his come off your stomach and chest. He’s gentle with you, his gaze trained on his task until his eyes flick up to meet yours. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, pulling your shorts back up.

“Like what?” 

“Like you want to see right through me,” he adjusts your shirt to cover your body again, but the towel remains in his hand, a reminder of the previous events.

I’m not gonna kiss you, but I’ll make you feel good. Just this time, ‘kay? And we don’t talk about it.

You don’t have to talk about it. You definitely don’t. 

Two days later, he’s the one who comes looking for you.

You’re nearly asleep when he knocks on your door. “Come in,” you mumble, a bit of drool having dampened your pillow. You dry your mouth with the back of your hand, your back turned to the door.

He steps into your room cautiously, as if navigating a minefield. The mattress dips under his weight. “Were you sleeping?” he asks, caressing your leg over the covers. 

You shift onto your back, your body responding before your mind. There’s no blood on his clothes—that makes you feel a bit better, and you shake your head.

“Good,” he looms closer, fumbling with his belt. His thumb applies little pressure to your lower lip, and your mouth parts to let him in, salivating.

This is just like Pavlov’s dog experiment—except that Logan isn’t an experimenter, and you aren’t a dog. Yet, when he approaches you like this, you can’t help but respond, settling into a routine where you both take take take from each other.

Logan doesn’t fuck you, even when you beg him to. He gets you off with his fingers, his thigh, his mouth—but his cock remains out of the equation. 

“Just the tip,” you plead, voice laced with pure need, when he’s got his face nestled between your legs. 

As he stops eating you out, his beard shiny with your arousal, he’s still got that angry look on his face. Your cries don’t get to him. “That lie’s older than me,” he slips his fingers back inside you, aiming to make you drop the subject. “Come on, baby. I gotta get ready for work, but you need to come first.”

Nor does he stay the night after telling you you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen in his life. Just when you think he’s fallen asleep, his legs intertwined with yours and one of his large hands under your head, you drift off.

By the time morning comes, he’s gone. You just know that when night falls, he’ll be back for more, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Despite that, Logan won’t kiss you. He keeps his promise—you hate how determined he is. 

“Not even once?” you ask him one night while going over the scars on his back. You’re in his bed this time, and he has his nose buried in his pillow, moments away from dozing off. 

“No,” he answers, squirming slightly under your touch. “I’m tired. Stop doing that.”

“How did you get this one?” you trace one scar that’s close to his shoulder, resting your chin just inches from it.

He turns his face to see your eyes. “Well, I was doing Pilates, and I—Hey!” he laughs when you pinch the skin near his ribs, tickling him. “I don’t even remember it. Must’ve got it a long time ago.”

“Did it hurt?” it’s a dumb question, but he doesn’t mention it.

His index finger grazes your cheek, and he chuckles at the way your eyelids flutter. “In the past, they all did. But not anymore,” he replies, though you wish you could believe him. You know he’s in pain most days. That when he goes down on you, and he’s on his knees for too long, he has trouble standing up without cursing. That no amount of alcohol, or his healing ability, helps him with it.

You kiss each of his scars before curling against his side, brushing your nose against his. “And now?” your eyes fall to his lips, silently hoping he’ll say Yes.

Instead, he sighs. “I think we should go to sleep.”

So despite the lack of kisses, the miscommunication, and the fact that he won’t fuck you even though you know—you feel—he wants to, things are good between you. Charles notices it, openly expressing his recent realization.

“He looks happier, doesn’t he?” the old man says after winning two games of chess in a row, startling you. 

“Logan, you mean?”

“Yes, my dear.”

You glance down at the board, fidgeting with the pieces. “I guess so.”

“You guess so?” he parrots your previous words, raising an eyebrow in doubt. “Look at me,” he says, and as you do it, he points a shaky finger toward your neck. “I assume mosquitos have taken a liking to you.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, your hand flying up to cover the hickey you had completely forgotten about in the first place. “Charles, I’m—“

“Are you happy?” he interrupts you, and you nod, because you are. 

A nagging thought lingers at the back of your mind. You don’t know if you’re asking for too much, but it still feels like something’s missing.

One morning, you accidentally overhear a conversation between them. The door of the tank is ajar, and right before you step inside, you recognize Logan’s voice in the distance.

“Charles, I’m fine, alright? I don’t need your advice.”

There’s a pause before Charles responds. “You know, Logan… this is what life looks like. You should take a moment and feel it. You still have time.”

Logan doesn’t say anything in response to that. And if he does, you don’t stick around long enough find out, because you’re already turning on your heel.

A poet once said: “Blowjobs are fucking amazing.”

Actually, you might be wrong. Those may not have been a poet’s words, but your best friend Keira’s from high school. You remember the sleepovers at her place—she had a boyfriend at the time, a boy she had met at a party you hadn’t been invited to. 

“Welcome to blowjobs 101,” she had declared one night, holding a hairbrush like a microphone. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll tell you everything you need to know when the moment comes.”

Luckily, many years later, that moment arrived.

Just ten minutes ago, you were cooking dinner, sniffling back tears while chopping onions, so lost in thought that you didn’t realize Logan was already home. He tossed his keys onto the table, hugging you from behind seconds later. You leaned back against his chest, enjoying the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin, his lips planting soft kisses wherever they could.

“How was work?” you dropped the knife, wiping your tears as you turned to face him, throwing your arms around his neck. Logan pulled you in tighter by the waist, giving your ass a firm squeeze.

“Hell, as usual,” he looked into your eyes, finding them all glossy. “You miss me so much you started crying?”

Of course, you didn’t talk about it—but words aren’t the only ones who can convey meaning.

You’re not sure how, but one thing led to another, and now you’re on your knees, Logan’s cock filling your mouth. Your lips, swollen and red, suck hard at his tip, pulling the foreskin back, and his hips jerk deeper into your throat. “That’s it, fuck. Doin’ so good.”

Your movements are far from graceful. As a matter of fact, it’s all too sloppy and desperate. Saliva drips down your chin, some of it coating his balls, and you fondle them at the same time you bob your head. Keira’s advice plays on repeat in your mind, and you pull out every trick you know to make Logan roll his eyes.

So far, you think you’re doing pretty great, judging by the way he’s gripping the back of your head.

“H-how is this your first time suckin’ cock?” he slurs, more to himself, his voice strangled as you make eye contact with him. He brushes your hair out of your face, bewitched by the sight of him disappearing into your wet mouth. “God, I fuckin’ love you.”

Taken aback by his sudden confession. you involuntarily gag around him. He pulls you off his cock, not even sparing you a glance, tucking himself back into his briefs. “Wait, Logan—”

“Not now,” he mutters abruptly, withdrawing into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

God, I fuckin’ love you.

God, I fuckin’ love you.

God, I fuckin’ love you.

But still, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

How bad is it to tell somebody you love them and then avoid them?

Yeah, it’s absolutely terrible, right? Tell that to the idiot himself—Logan Howlett.

It’s been over a week, and no matter how many times you press him for an explanation, he keeps dodging it.

Things go back to how they were before you two started fooling around, and Charles’ questions don’t take long to come: “I thought you two were getting somewhere.”

“Me too,” you admit, your voice quieter as you try to appear indifferent. You have no answer for him. Not that you don’t want to discuss your relationship problems—it’s just that you don’t know what went wrong.

When evading you isn’t enough, he works longer hours, which only adds to how little you see him. At least he lets you know if he’s going to be late, sparing you from waiting up. But apart from that, your interactions have dwindled to nothing, and it’s eating you alive.

You’re madly in love with him. You thought you knew that already, but now that he’s distant, the depth of your feelings has become clearer than ever. He’s everywhere you go, just not physically—he has conquered your mind.

And it should be funny, loving someone who used to be no more than a myth for you. Though Logan is real—maybe too real for your own good—and he hasn’t been the mutant you once read about for quite some time.

This morning, he’s having breakfast at the table when you walk into the kitchen. You hold your breath as your shoulders brush for a microsecond, his gaze following your steps. You’re no longer accustomed to sharing the same space with him, so it makes sense that you stay as far away as possible.

After an awkward silence, he stands up and mutters something about checking on Charles and giving him his meds, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It’s infuriating, how collected he seems. Why isn’t he miserable like you? Doesn’t he miss you? Didn’t you two have something… special?

I’m not gonna kiss you, but I’ll make you feel good. Just this time, ‘kay? And we don’t talk about it.

The shit I’d for you.

God, I fuckin’ love you.

Not now.

The memory of his words lingers, seared into your unconscious, but the sound of his phone jolts you out of your thoughts. It’s ringing beside the coffee machine, and you try to ignore it, determined to be the bigger person.

But after five minutes of the relentless ringtone echoing in the empty kitchen, you’ve had enough.

Unknown caller—interesting. What could he possibly be hiding?

Charles, you better keep that asshole busy, you think to yourself, swiping right to answer the call.

Before you can say anything, a woman’s voice fills the line.

“James! Thank God. It’s Gillian. You didn’t reply to any of my texts, and I was starting to get worried,” she lets out a giggle, the sound grating against your nerves.

As your grip on the phone tightens, your knuckles start to go white.

“Look, I know you said you weren’t available, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that ride. I didn’t see any ring on your finger, so what do you say, huh? Will you let me take you out?”

Red. You’re seeing red.

“James? Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

At last, you clear your throat. “Hey,” you greet her, pacing around the kitchen. “I’m deeply sorry, but James can’t talk right now.”

“Excuse me?” she snaps, her high-pitched voice echoing through the speakers, and you pull the device away from your ear. “This is James’ number. Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh, I’ll tell you who the fuck I am, you intolerant piece of—” before you can finish, the phone is yanked out of your hand, the call hastily ending.

There is no use in playing dumb, not when Logan’s standing right in front of you, observing you like you’re a child who’s made a severe mistake. His deep, brown eyes pierce your soul, shattering any chance you had of coming up with an excuse.

“What where you doing with my phone?” it’s the first thing he asks you, his voice still steady, the calm before the storm. Perhaps you’re not as mature as you thought you were—your forehead furrows, unwilling to back down, and you fall silent. He takes a step forward, as if he can’t believe your attitude. “I think I asked you a question. Why did you answer?”

“Gillian sounds like a lovely lady. Tell her I said ‘hi’ the next time you see her,” you croak, attempting to walk past him, but he doesn’t budge, his solid frame blocking your path. You collide with his chest, and it feels like trying to move a brick wall without success.

“We’re talking. You can’t just leave.”

The nerve of him.

“You can’t be serious,” you retort, staring at him, wishing the emotion in your tone could capture even a fraction of what you’re truly feeling. “Weren’t you the one who walked away first? After telling me you loved me?” you search for any sign of the man who once held you close, but he feels miles away, hidden under all those layers that smell like cheap whiskey and gasoline. “You didn’t mean it.”

“I did. I meant every word,” he growls, his fists clenching at his sides, and you don’t miss the exhaustion in his eyes, the dark circles that expose the fragile façade of control he’s so desperate to maintain. “Goddamit! You’re doing that thing again!”

“What thing?” you exclaim, your mouth hanging open in frustration. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are! You’re trying to see through me, like you can read my mind.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but I’m not a fucking mutant. I just have eyes, Logan,” you throw your arms up, exasperated. “People actually look at each other when they have a conversation, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“You’re testing my patience,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face.

“And you are testing mine,” you rest your back against the table, raising your chin. “So, who is she?”

Logan drops his shoulders, slamming his eyes shut. “I drove her once, last week. It was a long ride and she… wouldn’t stop talking. Didn’t shut up for a single second. She hit on me, but I told her I’m off the market.”

“Why? ‘Cause she talked too much?”

“No. Because I love you,” he says, pure awe transforming his expression, like he doesn’t believe he has said it out loud. “I don’t know when I started feeling like this, or if I’ve always felt it, but—I do. I love you.”

Oh.

You had heard those words slip through his lips before, but now they sound different. It might be that keeping him at arm's length has felt like death by a thousand cuts, or perhaps it’s the realization that this is the first time someone’s declaring their love for you.

Fuck. He loves you. As in, he’s in love with you?

“Then why do you keep running?” you edge closer to him, your eyes trained on his. “I’m done with the chase, Logan. It’s tiring—I am tired. I’ve been sleeping like shit, trying to figure out what—”

His arms surrounding your body, cutting you off and pulling you close. The hammering of his heart matches yours, and you return the hug, nuzzling your nose against his neck.

You fear that this might be all you’ve ever needed, feeling as if the pieces he took from you in the past are finally falling back into place. Logan holds you as if in a past life he lost you, but now, he’s decided to never let you go.

This profound sense of completeness, of being where you’re meant to be, makes you realize you’ve found home in the warmth of his embrace.

“I’m sorry. This… this scares me, alright?” he murmurs next to your ear, raking his fingers through your hair. “You make me feel things I didn’t think I could feel anymore. That’s what I’m running from—the part of me I thought was gone. But you… you brought it back.”

You feel a deep urge to curl up and cry, wondering why on earth he would ever think he was unworthy of being cared for. “Logan, I…”

“I sound pathetic, I know. It sounded way better in my head.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” you retreat a bit, looking him in the eye. He stares down at you with a tenderness you’ve never seen before. “It’s not pathetic to voice how you feel. I want to know it all, want to know everything about you.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything. But I need you to promise me that you won’t run away anymore. I know it’s difficult, but it’s not fair to any of us.”

His eyes peer directly into yours, and he gives a nod. “I promise to do my best,” he presses your foreheads together, and that’s when his mouth turns into a grin. “You’re not going to say it back?” he teases, gripping your waist. “Come on, I said it first. Twice, for the record.”

Lifting your shoulders in a half-shrug, you find it hard to conceal your smile. “I may need a bit more convincing.”

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

Before you know it, his lips are on yours, almost making you lose your balance. You whimper into his mouth, tightening your arms around his neck as his tongue wastes no time in finding yours, stroking it sensually. The wait had been definitely worth it—you’d do everything all over again if it meant having him kiss you like this at the end of the day.

He tilts your face so that he can deepen the kiss, and a whine gets caught in your throat when his fingers pull gently at the hair at your nape, nibbling at your bottom lip. 

“I love you, too. Very much, to be honest,” you blurt out against his mouth, pleased with the way he laughs at your reaction, squeezing your hips. “But I still have some ideas in mind.”

“I’m all ears.”

Here goes nothing. “Fuck me like I’ve been asking you to,” you cup his cheeks, guiding your lips into his once again. “Please,” you mewl, standing on your tiptoes. “Want you to be my first.”

If it were up to you, you would’ve begged him to take you right there on the kitchen floor. But Logan, ever the gentleman, insists on moving things to his room. Each of his movements is slow, igniting your skin with a burning heat, leaving his name imprinted where his teeth sink into your soft flesh.

You’re left in nothing but your underwear by the time he murmurs: “Let me take my time with you,” trailing his lips down your chest, your stomach, until he’s planting several kisses along your ankle. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, baby. Look at you.”

Under his gaze, you feel shy, your eyes snapping to the ceiling instead. “Shut up,” you say, tugging at his shirt to undress him, your fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen before you pull him into a bruising kiss, sucking on his tongue.

He strips out of his black slacks and hovers over you, his clothed cock grinding against your throbbing core, eliciting a moan from both of you. “So goddamn beautiful. Can’t believe you’re mine,” his tip grazes your entrance through the fabric, making your toes curl in ectasy. “I’m gonna make you feel good, I swear.”

At first, he’s extremely careful, making sure to stretch you out with his fingers while you stroke him, pumping your fist to match his rhythm. “Keep that up and this’ll be over sooner than expected,” he warns, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

It doesn’t happen like it does in the books or movies. No foreplay could’ve prepared you for the moment he enters you. You move clumsily beneath him, your nose bumping into his forehead as he eases the first inch of his length inside.

For a moment, you’re not certain which hurts most: the dull ache in your nose or the way he’s splitting you open. 

Logan freezes, his eyes wide in concern. “Shit. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?” His hand cradles your face as he props himself up on one forearm, pushing your hair back while you adjust to his size. You laugh despite the sting, and he wipes away your tears with his thumb. “You’re laughing?”

“I’m just happy,” you manage to get through the lump in your throat, raking your nails down his back, feeling the rough texture of the scars beneath your fingers. “I love you. Since that day at the bar, I—” you pause for a second, gasping at the sudden wave of pleasure when he twitches inside you. “I’ll always love you. F-forever.”

As you wrap your legs around his waist and tell him you’re ready, something inside him shifts. He feels like a madman, eyes are fixed on your face the whole time, searching for any hint of discomfort, though he occasionally glances down at the place where your bodies meet and become one, entranced by the sight of you taking him in, slick coating his length. 

Your heels dig into his lower back, pulling him back to the present—back to you, with your pretty tits bouncing each time he pistols his hips, the intensity of his thrusts increasing.

“All those times you took care of me, when you—Fuck,” he groans, nipping at your jaw to regain some of his composure, his humid breath dampening your skin. Your scent drives him wild, and he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You made me feel loved when no one else did. My girl, love you so f-fucking much.”

His pace is nothing more than a voiceless testament to everything he feels but can’t find words to express.

With each minute that passes, your dripping cunt grips him tighter and tighter, his thrusts losing finesse. He needs you to come first—why does he feel like a virgin?

When you tell him you’re close, the world around him turns into a musical. You cling to the sheets, the mattress creaking noisily as he clutches the headboard, determined to find that angle that will push you over the edge. “That’s it, sing for me,” Logan mutters from above, hypnotized by the crease forming between your brows. “Come on, let go.”

Time seems to slow down as your muscles tense and you clamp around him, your body sagging against him. His name spills from your lips in breathy whimpers, like an endless prayer, and your mouth engulfs his, tongues and teeth clashing in a fevered kiss.

Soon after that, he surrenders to the coiling tension deep within him, pulling out just in time to stroke himself once, twice, before emptying his hot load across your mound. You gently thumb the head of his cock, coaxing out every last drop of his hot seed. He’s panting as he comes down from his high, his brain foggy and blissfully blank for a while. 

Logan loses track of how many times he tells you he loves you—he does it when he pulls you into his chest, when his lips press against your temple, and when you crack that smile, the one that resembles the very purpose of his existence.

“So this is what it feels like,” his voice sounds low like a murmur near your ear, and you stir, half-asleep.

“Hmm?”

“It’s nothing, baby. I was just thinking aloud.”

You don’t have to talk about it, at least not now. Deep down, he knows that whatever thoughts run through his mind will somehow find their way into yours.

This is what life looks like. You should take a moment and feel it. You still have time.

And, God, is he feeling it.

dividers by: @cafekitsune thank you!!! :)

[puffthewritingdragon]

My Girl (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry this took so long. Here is the secret relationship/breeding kink fic. I honestly really like this one...and I hope you guys do too. Was listening to "Juna" by Clairo while writing it, but went with "My Girl" for the title. ENJOY!

Summary: You and Logan have been in a secret relationship for months, but everything comes to a head when a new mutant visits the Institute, and won't leave you alone...Logan shows him, and you, who your man is.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Thigh riding, Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), breeding kink, praise kink, possessive!Logan, jealous!Logan, unspecified/implied!Age Gap, established relationship, creepy!OC who hits on reader and doesn't lay off, minor violence, afab!/fem!reader, fluff/feelings, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it?

Word Count: 5,313 this is why it took so long also, smut right under the cut...

You remember the first time he fucked you, vividly. 

It was late at night, after a mission. You almost died in his arms. And that was what broke that thing inside him, the burden of time that he carries, that deep-seated pain that made it justifiable to stay away from you. He had held back for so long—had done his all to resist falling for you. He was screwed from the beginning, and he knew that. But he had become so terrified at the thought of losing you that he hadn’t realized it could happen all the same if he stayed away—if he forced himself to remain a friend. 

So, when he fucked you that first time, that first night, he fucked you like it’d be the last—the only time. 

“Goddammit, so fucking perfect,” he mumbled, his lips bruising yours, shoving himself deep inside—as deep as you could take him. “Needed you this whole time. Can’t live without you.”

“Logan,” you whined, his hips snapping against yours. “D-don’t stop, please.” “Never gonna stop, pretty girl,” he promised. “Can’t go back. Can’t be anywhere but here.”

For months now, you’ve been together—but nobody knows. There’s no doubt about commitment—nothing casual about the relationship in the slightest. You start and end every day in Logan’s bed. You’ve talked about running off together, getting married, and settling down. For the first time in his long life, Logan sees a future where he’s happy—genuinely happy. 

The sun peaks through the curtains. You curl yourself into Logan’s chest. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you tight against him, even in his sleep. You listen to his breathing as the fall breeze creeps through the open window. Everything is calm and quiet in the morning, when everyone is still tucked away in their bedrooms, sound asleep. 

Logan groans, tugging you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Go back to sleep.” His voice is heavy, laden with exhaustion. “Too early.” He kisses the spot just under your ear, and you moan involuntarily, feeling extra sensitive in the haze of the morning. He smiles softly against your neck, and kisses you again, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan louder this time, intertwining your legs with Logan’s. “Love those pretty little noises you make.”

“Feels good,” you murmur, his thigh slotting between your legs, pressing against your core. You can’t help but grind down on his thigh, rocking your hips back and forth. “Need you, Lo,” you beg. 

“You’re gonna ruin me,” Logan husks, his palms warm against your bare skin as he slips underneath your shirt—which is really his. 

He’s slow in the morning, pressing soft kisses on your bare shoulders, letting his touch linger longer than normal. He likes the peace of it all—waking up to each other, smelling you next to him, feeling the other side of his bed warm and full of you. When he fucks you, early like this, he takes his time. 

His fingertips trace the curves of your stomach, falling into your dips, gripping your flesh. Logan breathes you in, his lips softly melting into yours. “Still too early?” You mumble between soft, lazy kisses. 

“Never too early to want you,” Logan husks, dragging his thigh against your core again. “Always need you.” You can feel his erection through his boxers. “Gonna take care of my girl. Gonna make you—”

There’s a knock at the door. “Logan?” It’s Scott’s voice on the other side. He knocks again. “Logan, you in there?”

Logan tries to ignore him, his fingertips dragging down your sides, bumping into the hem of your panties as he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the hollow of your throat. You let out a breathy moan as Logan bites down on your pulse point. He smiles under your jaw at the soft sound, content that you can’t hold back. 

“Logan,” you whisper, running your hands up his arms, to his shoulders, your fingertips finding the nape of his neck. “He’s not gonna stop.”

Sure enough, Scott knocks again. “Logan, I know you’re in there,” he calls, banging on the door now. “Wake up. We have some tech guy on his way.” 

Logan groans into your neck. “Why do you need me, Summers?” Logan licks your collarbone teasingly, hiking your t-shirt farther up your body. 

“He’s…a mutant,” Scott explains. “He can speak with machines, computers, code—you name it, he can do it. He’s gonna fix some stuff around the mansion. Charles asked me to make sure you’re awake just in case…” Scott trails off.

Logan finishes Scott’s sentence. “In case everything goes to shit?” 

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Scott huffs, likely shaking his head on the other side of the door. “But yes. In case things don’t go as planned. I’m also looking for—"

But Logan cuts Scott off, saying your name for him. 

“Yeah, I can’t find her. Do you know where she might—”

“On a run,” Logan chimes in, and you suppress your laughter by pressing your face into his chest. “She’ll be back soon.” Logan’s arms wrap around your back, holding you against him. 

“Alright,” Scott says, shuffling, slowly stepping away from the door. “If you see her, let her know what’s going on, okay?”

“Trust me bub,” Logan husks, his fingers digging into your flesh, tickling you. “I’ll make sure she knows.” 

Scott mumbles something unintelligible as he walks down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as he disappears down the stairs. 

Logan’s lips are attached to your neck again, sucking playfully. “Where were we?” He teases, his nails grazing down your back. His palms settle on your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly in his hands. 

You moan, your chest flush with his. “Logan,” you whine. “We need to get up,” you insist, your hands pushing against Logan’s broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps. “Can’t stay in bed anymore.”

Logan grunts, his thigh still nudged between your legs, rocking into your core. You want him, and it’s tempting to let him take you right here, right now. But you can’t. And he knows it. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and pulls you tightly into his chest. “Later,” he promises, his lips finding the shell of your ear. You smile at the thought. There was always a later with Logan.

You snuck out of Logan’s room, unnoticed, as always. It was still early—too early for the ruckus of a morning at the mansion to begin. You got ready for the day and slipped downstairs. You’re still shocked at just how oblivious the rest of the team is. Truly, no one knows about you and Logan. 

You’re in the kitchen now, nursing a cup of coffee, waiting for the day to start. Familiar, heavy footsteps approach, and you smile before you can even see his face. 

“Hi pretty girl,” Logan coos, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your front. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest and the strength of his heartbeat. He presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and walks over to the coffee pot. 

Scott enters the kitchen as Logan takes his first sip of coffee—one second earlier and he would have seen Logan holding you. “The guy is here,” Scott announces from the doorway. He looks at you and smiles. “Oh! Hey! How was your run?” He asks cheerfully. 

You almost spit out your coffee, remembering what you were actually doing this morning. “Great!” You say, doing your all to hold back your laughter. “Surprisingly relaxing.” Logan snorts and plays it off like he’s sniffling.

Scott smiles, none the wiser, and nods, cocking his head towards the hallway just outside the kitchen. “Come meet the tech guy!” He backs out of the doorway and into the hallway. Logan settles his coffee cup—which reads #1 Professor—next to yours on the counter and gives your waist a quick squeeze as you hop out of the chair. You walk shoulder to shoulder into the foyer. All the signs of your relationship are there—out in the open—and yet, still, no one seems to catch them.

You step into the foyer, and there’s Scott and the Professor by the front door, chatting with a younger man—who’s about your age. The man’s eyes find yours, and he smiles softly. “Hi there!” He calls, waving. “I’m Mark!” He strides away from Scott and the Professor and towards you. “But you can call me Techno.” He smirks and winks, extending his hand out, waiting for you to take it.

Logan grabs his hand instead, gripping it tightly, catching Mark off guard. “Wolverine,” Logan growls. “And you can’t call me Logan,” he adds, gritting his teeth. “So, you turn on computers, bub?” 

Mark grimaces, wrenching his hand from Logan’s grasp. “A little more than that,” he asserts, closing his eyes and bawling his fists. You look up as the lights flicker, and televisions turn on and off. Your cell phone rings in your pocket, and you pull it out. The screen reads: Incoming Call from Mark.

Your lips part. “How did you…” You trail off. 

Mark shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “My powers essentially let me communicate with electricity and tech,” he explains. You can practically hear Logan seething beside you. 

“A technopath,” Charles offers as he rolls over to join the three of you with Scott in tow. 

“Exactly,” Mark says, nodding to Charles. “Makes it easy to put my number into pretty girls’ phones.” Mark winks at you, and you press your lips into a straight line in response. 

You shake your head. “I’m not inter—”

You’re cut off by the sound of Logan’s claws unsheathing. “These,” Logan pauses, lifting his claws to Mark. “Make it real easy to hurt creeps who put their numbers into girls’ phones without asking first, bub.” 

Mark rolls his eyes, and the corners of your lips twitch up. You try to force down your smile, try to slow the rhythm of your heart. You secretly liked when Logan got possessive over you. He was inherently protective, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on just a little. 

“Let’s stay on course,” Charles reprimands, guiding Mark to the hallway to the left with a wave of his hand. “Let me show you some of the machines I’d like you to work on.”

“It would be my pleasure, Professor Xavier,” Mark says harshly, his eyes locked on Logan as he backs away to follow Charles and Scott.

Logan lowers all but his center claw, giving Mark the middle finger as he turns around. “Don’t mind Logan,” Scott says as they disappear into a room, the door shutting behind them.

“Logan,” you whisper, now that everyone is gone. “Don’t worry,” you assure, bringing a hand to his shoulder. 

He turns to look at you. “He’s a fucking creep.”

“It’s going to be fine.”

 It is not going well, or fine.

Mark is something of a nuisance. He’s only been here for an hour, but he has already created multiple excuses to talk to you, to pull you away from whatever task is at hand. 

You’re in the middle of teaching an English class, discussing Mrs. Dalloway with a group of older students. “So, what are we to make of Clarissa and Sally’s relationship?” You ask the students, to no avail. 

This was your hardest class of the day—especially given the fact that you’re not even a decade older than most of the students. You had joined the X-Men in your early 20s, your powers having shown themselves a bit later than in most mutants, and only a few years have passed since then. Convincing the students who have been here their whole lives that you deserve to teach has been nothing short of a challenge. 

So, when Mark butts his head in on your class, annoyance burns through your body. You take a deep breath and swallow down your frustration. 

“Hey!” He chimes, his head poking through the open classroom door. “Mind if I take a look at your computer really quick?”

The class perks up, more focused on you than they were just seconds ago. You fake a smile, nodding and pushing yourself off the front of your desk so that he has space to access the computer. 

He slips behind the desk and smiles widely. “You didn’t have to move,” he remarks. “Would’ve been nice to have you close.”

You want to gag. You turn away from the students, whispering so they can’t hear. “Listen,” you chide, narrowing your eyes. “I am not interested, so could you please—”

“What are you doing in here, asshole?” Logan’s voice echoes against the walls of the classroom. For the first time all year, the class is paying incredibly close attention. “The Professor told you to check the computers in the lab down the hall.” Logan fully enters the room, striding over to Mark, his hands bawled into fists at his sides. “Beat it, bub.”

“Whatever,” Mark mutters, his head down as he exits the classroom. The bell rings, and the class stands, grabbing their things and filing out the door. 

You groan. “Please read the next twenty pages for tomorrow!” You shout over the hubbub and shuffling of students. “I know it’s a challenging novel, but I think you guys can…” The students are gone before you can finish your sentence. “Handle it.” 

Logan smiles sympathetically, closing the distance between you and him. His presence is comforting, warm, everything you’ve ever needed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Sorry,” he apologizes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Didn’t mean to make your class harder than it is already.”

You take a deep breath, your annoyance fading away. “You helped,” you whisper. “Mark is the one who ruined things,” you insist. “He won’t leave me alone.”

Logan chuckles. “You don’t like him?” He teases. “Don’t like a guy your own age flirting with you?” He’s egging you on, trying to joke, but you can tell part of him is a bit serious. 

You shake your head. “Only like you.” You press your lips to the hollow of his throat and Logan grunts. 

He reluctantly pulls away, the palms of his hands dragging down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Gotta get to my class,” he husks, his fingers slipping, tugging longingly as he steps to the door. “Meet me after?” He asks, but he already knows the answer. You’ll be outside his classroom door before the bell rings, waiting for him.

You nod, and he smiles, his hands gripping the doorframe like some invisible magnet is pulling him away, and he’d give anything to spend another second with you. He slips down the hallway, and into his classroom. 

You spend the next thirty minutes or so grading papers, waiting for the period to end so that you can walk across the hall to Logan’s class. Another few minutes pass, and you start to collect your things, readying yourself to meet Logan. Your heart thumps in your chest at the thought, even after all the months you’ve spent together. 

You grab your bag and head to the door, closing it behind you and locking up. You cross the hall and stand outside Logan’s door. He’s teaching a younger group of kids—ten to eleven-year-olds. You would trade places with him in a heartbeat if you could. The younger students loved you. There was no question of respect, no doubt of your power. But Logan was given the class as a challenge—Charles wanted to test his patience. 

And, honestly, seeing him with the children did something to you. You loved watching the way he doted on them, carefully explaining material in a way they’d understand. He was an excellent teacher, and one day, you’re sure, he’d make an even better father. You find yourself falling into fantasy: Logan, late at night, a baby—your baby—on his chest. You can see it now—him changing a diaper, teaching the child to walk. Your heart squeezes in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you daydream about the future—your future together. 

You’re so distracted that you don’t hear Mark walk up to you—don’t feel his hand grab your shoulder.

You yelp and jump. “Oh my god,” you mumble, turning around and coming face to face with him. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, his hand lingering for far too long on your shoulder. He finally peels away, his arms falling to his sides. He leans against the wall, trying to appear casual and cool. “What are you doing tonight?”

The bell rings before you can think of a polite way to shoo Mark away, and the students exit Logan’s classroom, happily shouting greetings in your direction. You stood outside Logan’s door every day, and the students were always excited to see you.

A few of them run up to hug you, complaining about Logan’s gruffness. When they hear Logan’s footsteps approaching the door, they bolt down the hallway, their laughter booming against the walls. 

Logan steps out into the hall, and he groans audibly when he sees Mark next to you. But Mark ignores Logan, his eyes trained on yours. “Got plans?” He asks again. 

You roll your eyes. “Dude, I’m not interested!” You groan, too irritated to pretend to be nice. Mark smirks and parts his lips, ready to persist like the creep he is.

Logan steps in front of you, his claws already out. “Listen, bub,” he growls, his claws just inches from Mark’s chest. “If you don’t fuck off and stop harassing my girl, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Mark scoffs. “My girl? What are you, her father? You can’t possibly be dating her.”

You can see the anger in Logan’s eyes, the honest rage. “Lo,” you soothe. “Don’t do it.” But you know it’s too late. His decision is already made.

Logan shoves Mark against the wall, his claws pressed against his throat. “I’m her fucking boyfriend, bub,” he grunts as Mark squirms helplessly under his hold. 

“Oh, her boyfriend?” He teases, despite the fear in his eyes. “Aren’t you too old to be a boyfriend?”

Logan shoves him harder into the wall, and Mark yelps pathetically, like a small dog. “More serious than that,” Logan asserts. “Guessing you wouldn’t know anything about that though, would you?” 

“Alright, break it up!” Scott’s voice echoes from down the hall. He runs over, Jean and the Professor by his side. Rogue and Gambit follow close behind. But Logan doesn’t budge, the tips of his claws almost digging hard enough to draw blood. 

You bring your hand to Logan’s shoulder. “He isn’t gonna hurt me,” you whisper to Logan. “I could handle him easily if he tried.” You slide your hand to the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him, to relax him. “Nothing’s going to happen, okay?” 

Logan retracts his claws and lets go of Mark, who stutters away from Logan and into the center of the hallway. “I’m getting the fuck out of here!” Mark shouts, but Logan doesn’t react. He simply intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“You okay?” He asks, his thumb brushing circles into the side of your hand. 

You arch a brow. “Are you okay?” You smile and lean into him. 

“So…” Scott trails off, interrupting. “You two are…”

“Together.” You finish his sentence, your eyes still on Logan’s. You can feel the tension in his shoulders stretch down to his hand. He’s rigid, still on edge. You know he needs to get out of here, needs to be alone with you. 

“How long has this been going on?” Scott asks, genuinely caught off guard. “Did anyone know about this?” 

You turn to the team to see heads shaking side to side—save for the Professor. “I did, of course,” Charles confesses. “But I felt it was best left a secret until the two lovebirds decided otherwise.”

Rogue shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching up. “I can’t believe you never told me!” 

“Told you what?” Jubilee calls from down the hall, approaching the group. She blows a bubble as she stands next to Rogue, her eyes trailing down to where your and Logan’s hands connect. Her eyes widen and her bubble bursts. “No way!” She cheers, jumping up and down. 

“Settle down,” Charles laughs, extending his hand down the hall to where Mark was just moments ago. “Scott, make sure our technopath friend makes it out the door alive.” Scott nods and heads down the hall. Charles turns to you and Logan. “As for the two of you,” he pauses, winking. “We’ll discuss more at a later point.”

You smile in understanding, and Logan squeezes your hand—another sign it’s time to go. He’s still worked up about Mark; he needs to get this out of his system, needs to relieve all the built-up tension. 

“Got something I need to take care of,” Logan says to the group, tugging you down the hallway.  

He strides through the mansion, practically yanking your arm out of your socket. “Logan,” you whisper, trying to catch his attention. You’ve never seen him like this—rage and jealousy like fire in his eyes, dripping from his pores. He leads you up the stairs and towards his bedroom, and it suddenly dawns on you what exactly he needs to take care of. 

Logan pushes the door open and slams it closed the second you’re inside. His hands are immediately on you, grabbing at the pillowy flesh of your ass, pinning you to the door. His lips find yours—hungry and rough, the wiry hairs of his beard scratching your face. He tastes you, his tongue seeking more of you as it swipes across your lower lip. You open your mouth, inviting him in, your tongue tangling with his.

Logan hoists you up without breaking the kiss, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his erection straining inside his jeans, pressing against your heat. He grinds into you as one hand slips under your top and drags up your back, holding you tightly against him. 

“Need you,” he mumbles against your lips. “Always fucking need you.” He tears you away from the door and towards the bed. He throws you onto the mattress and climbs over you, slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. “Tell me you need me, pretty girl.”

“N-need you,” you stutter as he settles on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. 

“I’m not too old for you?” Logan teases, one of his hands loosening its grasp on your arm and trailing down your body, settling on the hem of your shirt. “You don’t wanna be with anyone else?” He hikes up your top, pushing it above your breasts. 

You can feel the heat pooling between your legs. “No,” you whine, arching your back as his fingertips play with the bottom of your bra. “Only wanna be with you,” you breathe as Logan slowly, teasingly pulls your bra up. “Please,” you beg, spreading your legs wider. “Want you to fuck me.” 

Logan smirks, finally tugging your bra and top over your head and casting them to the floor. “Gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” Logan soothes, palming your breasts with his free hand, rolling your nipples under his thumb. 

“Fuck,” you moan as he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

Logan hums, his fingertips trailing across the valley of your breasts, doing the same on the other side. Logan pinches harder, and you moan louder this time. “That’s it,” he coos, his lips finding your pulse point, sucking roughly. “Don’t be quiet, darlin’,” he demands. You whisper his name, your voice whiny and needy. “Show me how much you need me. Keep making those pretty little noises, baby.”

“Feels good,” you whimper as his hand traces down your stomach, to your hips, gathering the fabric of your skirt in his fist and yanking it up to your waist.

He chuckles darkly. “You wore this just for me?” He asks, his thumb hooking inside the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. “Wanted to make it easier for me to fuck you?”

“Fuck, yes, just for you,” you pant, watching as Logan lifts himself off you, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head. He dexterously unclasps his belt buckle and throws the leather to the floor. He balances on his forearm as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. “I’m all yours, Lo,” you promise as he presses his forehead to yours.

Logan’s hand glides down your side, slipping between your legs and finding your folds. You moan as his fingertips prod at your entrance, spreading your slick. “Fuck, all this is for me?” He pinches your clit before swiping through your folds again. “You’re soaked already, princess.” His fingertips brush your clit, tracing achingly slow circles into the bud. 

You rock your hips against Logan’s touch, searching for more friction. “Logan, need you,” you whine, squirming underneath him. “I’m yours.”

“All mine?” He whispers, his touch suddenly disappearing. You groan at the loss of contact. “Say it again, pretty girl,” he demands, guiding his cock to your folds. 

“All yours,” you answer, trying to move your hips lower to feel just an inch of him. “Please just—”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slams into you, down to the hilt with one thrust. He throbs against your walls as he works you open, his hips still, his cock splitting you in two. “Fuck,” Logan grunts. “So fucking tight. Perfect little pussy. Wanna stay right here forever. Maybe I won’t even fuck you. Maybe I’ll just make you sit on my cock.”

But you need him to move, need him to take you. “Logan, f-fuck me,” you choke, trying to move your hips. His hand grips your waist, stopping you from sliding up his length. “Please, move,” you plead. 

“So impatient,” he chides, kissing you bruisingly, biting your lips. He finally pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out again. His hand slides down your waist and slips between your legs. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you the way I want?” 

His hand is just above your clit, inches away from where you need him most, waiting for your answer. You nod emphatically. “Yes,” you say with pleading eyes. “Anything. You can do anything just please—oh fuck!” Logan pinches your clit and starts his machinations, swirling around the bud. He pulls out and pumps back in, setting a ruthless pace. 

His hips snap against yours, taking all of you with reckless abandon. His lips swallow your moans, consuming you, drinking you in. Of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been quite like this. There’s a hunger in Logan’s eyes that you’ve never seen before, an undying need you’re not sure can be satisfied. Something feels different about this time—more intense, fervent, and feverish. 

Logan thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out with every pump, still stretching you out. His fingertips stroke your clit roughly, your walls already fluttering around him. He curses under his breath, his chest heaving against yours. 

“Look at you,” he groans, fucking into you. “So beautiful like this. Always so beautiful.” You can feel his cock twitching inside you. “Wanna make you mine, sweetheart.”

“I-I already am,” you stammer, his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles into your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. “Always gonna be yours.”

“Want more than that,” Logan grunts, his hips rocking, his pace quickening. He’s so deep inside you—hitting exactly where you need him most with every thrust. 

“Whatever you want,” you pant, your chest pressing flush to his. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Yeah?” He growls at the shell of your ear. “You gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me stuff you full of me?”

“Yes, please,” you cry out as he pumps in and out, shoving himself as deep inside as he can possibly fit. You feel so full, so complete. Nothing compares to having Logan this close, to having him be so connected to you. You’re already coming undone underneath him, falling apart. “Want you to stay inside.” And then the words fall from your lips without a second thought. But you mean it, and you want it more than anything…

“Wanna have your baby, Lo.”

Logan groans at your words, his cock throbbing with need. “Fuck, don’t tease me like that, sweetheart.” 

“N-not teasing,” you stammer. “I mean it.”

“Shit,” Logan growls, his skin slapping against yours, your words spurring him on. He’s letting himself go, letting himself plunge deep inside you, fast and hard. “Such a good girl,” he praises, his length dragging against your walls, pushing deeper still. “You gonna let me fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes!” You cry out, the fire burning in your belly spreading up to your spine, coursing through your veins. Your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tightly.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Logan coos, rutting into you, his hips stuttering. “Want you forever.”

You throw your head back as his fingers swirl around your clit. “You have me Lo, always gonna have me.” Your walls clench down around him, and the tension snaps. Electricity shoots up your spine as your orgasm crashes into you. It’s intense—more intense than anything you’ve ever felt. Pleasure washes over you in waves, heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.

Logan is right behind you, whispering a string of praises as he finishes inside you. “Did so fucking good for me. Always so perfect, beautiful.” His thrusts slow until he’s still inside you, but he doesn’t pull out. “Don’t wanna move, princess,” he husks, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“You don’t have to,” you say, your voice hoarse. Logan rolls you onto your side, hoisting your leg up and over his hip, keeping himself deep inside your cunt. You close your eyes, your heartbeat finally steadying, your chest still heaving in time with Logan’s. 

The silence is comfortable, calming. You listen to Logan’s breathing as he runs his hands up and down your back. “You okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. 

You hum. “I’m perfect,” you mumble, burying your face into his chest. “Do you really…” You trail off, suddenly nervous to ask the only question on your mind, despite everything that just happened. 

“Yes,” Logan answers immediately. “I meant it. Wanna be a family. Wanna be with you forever.”

You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You can feel his cock growing hard inside you as you move to get more comfortable. “I want that too, Lo,” you sigh. “More than anything.” You smile against him, thinking about your future, thinking about how all this started because some asshole wouldn’t leave you alone. You can’t help but giggle at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice. 

You look up at him. “You’re crazy, you know that?” You joke, your smile widening. “You could’ve hurt that guy.”

Logan’s smile widens too. “Just crazy about you,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his cock still deep inside you. “Should’ve kicked his ass.” You bite your lip, waiting for his next move. “You’re my girl,” he groans, sliding out of you slightly. 

“Yours,” you breathe as he thrusts back in. “All yours.”

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[puffthewritingdragon]

My Girl (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry this took so long. Here is the secret relationship/breeding kink fic. I honestly really like this one...and I hope you guys do too. Was listening to "Juna" by Clairo while writing it, but went with "My Girl" for the title. ENJOY!

Summary: You and Logan have been in a secret relationship for months, but everything comes to a head when a new mutant visits the Institute, and won't leave you alone...Logan shows him, and you, who your man is.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Thigh riding, Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), breeding kink, praise kink, possessive!Logan, jealous!Logan, unspecified/implied!Age Gap, established relationship, creepy!OC who hits on reader and doesn't lay off, minor violence, afab!/fem!reader, fluff/feelings, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it?

Word Count: 5,313 this is why it took so long also, smut right under the cut...

You remember the first time he fucked you, vividly. 

It was late at night, after a mission. You almost died in his arms. And that was what broke that thing inside him, the burden of time that he carries, that deep-seated pain that made it justifiable to stay away from you. He had held back for so long—had done his all to resist falling for you. He was screwed from the beginning, and he knew that. But he had become so terrified at the thought of losing you that he hadn’t realized it could happen all the same if he stayed away—if he forced himself to remain a friend. 

So, when he fucked you that first time, that first night, he fucked you like it’d be the last—the only time. 

“Goddammit, so fucking perfect,” he mumbled, his lips bruising yours, shoving himself deep inside—as deep as you could take him. “Needed you this whole time. Can’t live without you.”

“Logan,” you whined, his hips snapping against yours. “D-don’t stop, please.” “Never gonna stop, pretty girl,” he promised. “Can’t go back. Can’t be anywhere but here.”

For months now, you’ve been together—but nobody knows. There’s no doubt about commitment—nothing casual about the relationship in the slightest. You start and end every day in Logan’s bed. You’ve talked about running off together, getting married, and settling down. For the first time in his long life, Logan sees a future where he’s happy—genuinely happy. 

The sun peaks through the curtains. You curl yourself into Logan’s chest. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you tight against him, even in his sleep. You listen to his breathing as the fall breeze creeps through the open window. Everything is calm and quiet in the morning, when everyone is still tucked away in their bedrooms, sound asleep. 

Logan groans, tugging you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Go back to sleep.” His voice is heavy, laden with exhaustion. “Too early.” He kisses the spot just under your ear, and you moan involuntarily, feeling extra sensitive in the haze of the morning. He smiles softly against your neck, and kisses you again, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan louder this time, intertwining your legs with Logan’s. “Love those pretty little noises you make.”

“Feels good,” you murmur, his thigh slotting between your legs, pressing against your core. You can’t help but grind down on his thigh, rocking your hips back and forth. “Need you, Lo,” you beg. 

“You’re gonna ruin me,” Logan husks, his palms warm against your bare skin as he slips underneath your shirt—which is really his. 

He’s slow in the morning, pressing soft kisses on your bare shoulders, letting his touch linger longer than normal. He likes the peace of it all—waking up to each other, smelling you next to him, feeling the other side of his bed warm and full of you. When he fucks you, early like this, he takes his time. 

His fingertips trace the curves of your stomach, falling into your dips, gripping your flesh. Logan breathes you in, his lips softly melting into yours. “Still too early?” You mumble between soft, lazy kisses. 

“Never too early to want you,” Logan husks, dragging his thigh against your core again. “Always need you.” You can feel his erection through his boxers. “Gonna take care of my girl. Gonna make you—”

There’s a knock at the door. “Logan?” It’s Scott’s voice on the other side. He knocks again. “Logan, you in there?”

Logan tries to ignore him, his fingertips dragging down your sides, bumping into the hem of your panties as he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the hollow of your throat. You let out a breathy moan as Logan bites down on your pulse point. He smiles under your jaw at the soft sound, content that you can’t hold back. 

“Logan,” you whisper, running your hands up his arms, to his shoulders, your fingertips finding the nape of his neck. “He’s not gonna stop.”

Sure enough, Scott knocks again. “Logan, I know you’re in there,” he calls, banging on the door now. “Wake up. We have some tech guy on his way.” 

Logan groans into your neck. “Why do you need me, Summers?” Logan licks your collarbone teasingly, hiking your t-shirt farther up your body. 

“He’s…a mutant,” Scott explains. “He can speak with machines, computers, code—you name it, he can do it. He’s gonna fix some stuff around the mansion. Charles asked me to make sure you’re awake just in case…” Scott trails off.

Logan finishes Scott’s sentence. “In case everything goes to shit?” 

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Scott huffs, likely shaking his head on the other side of the door. “But yes. In case things don’t go as planned. I’m also looking for—"

But Logan cuts Scott off, saying your name for him. 

“Yeah, I can’t find her. Do you know where she might—”

“On a run,” Logan chimes in, and you suppress your laughter by pressing your face into his chest. “She’ll be back soon.” Logan’s arms wrap around your back, holding you against him. 

“Alright,” Scott says, shuffling, slowly stepping away from the door. “If you see her, let her know what’s going on, okay?”

“Trust me bub,” Logan husks, his fingers digging into your flesh, tickling you. “I’ll make sure she knows.” 

Scott mumbles something unintelligible as he walks down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as he disappears down the stairs. 

Logan’s lips are attached to your neck again, sucking playfully. “Where were we?” He teases, his nails grazing down your back. His palms settle on your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly in his hands. 

You moan, your chest flush with his. “Logan,” you whine. “We need to get up,” you insist, your hands pushing against Logan’s broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps. “Can’t stay in bed anymore.”

Logan grunts, his thigh still nudged between your legs, rocking into your core. You want him, and it’s tempting to let him take you right here, right now. But you can’t. And he knows it. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and pulls you tightly into his chest. “Later,” he promises, his lips finding the shell of your ear. You smile at the thought. There was always a later with Logan.

You snuck out of Logan’s room, unnoticed, as always. It was still early—too early for the ruckus of a morning at the mansion to begin. You got ready for the day and slipped downstairs. You’re still shocked at just how oblivious the rest of the team is. Truly, no one knows about you and Logan. 

You’re in the kitchen now, nursing a cup of coffee, waiting for the day to start. Familiar, heavy footsteps approach, and you smile before you can even see his face. 

“Hi pretty girl,” Logan coos, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your front. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest and the strength of his heartbeat. He presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and walks over to the coffee pot. 

Scott enters the kitchen as Logan takes his first sip of coffee—one second earlier and he would have seen Logan holding you. “The guy is here,” Scott announces from the doorway. He looks at you and smiles. “Oh! Hey! How was your run?” He asks cheerfully. 

You almost spit out your coffee, remembering what you were actually doing this morning. “Great!” You say, doing your all to hold back your laughter. “Surprisingly relaxing.” Logan snorts and plays it off like he’s sniffling.

Scott smiles, none the wiser, and nods, cocking his head towards the hallway just outside the kitchen. “Come meet the tech guy!” He backs out of the doorway and into the hallway. Logan settles his coffee cup—which reads #1 Professor—next to yours on the counter and gives your waist a quick squeeze as you hop out of the chair. You walk shoulder to shoulder into the foyer. All the signs of your relationship are there—out in the open—and yet, still, no one seems to catch them.

You step into the foyer, and there’s Scott and the Professor by the front door, chatting with a younger man—who’s about your age. The man’s eyes find yours, and he smiles softly. “Hi there!” He calls, waving. “I’m Mark!” He strides away from Scott and the Professor and towards you. “But you can call me Techno.” He smirks and winks, extending his hand out, waiting for you to take it.

Logan grabs his hand instead, gripping it tightly, catching Mark off guard. “Wolverine,” Logan growls. “And you can’t call me Logan,” he adds, gritting his teeth. “So, you turn on computers, bub?” 

Mark grimaces, wrenching his hand from Logan’s grasp. “A little more than that,” he asserts, closing his eyes and bawling his fists. You look up as the lights flicker, and televisions turn on and off. Your cell phone rings in your pocket, and you pull it out. The screen reads: Incoming Call from Mark.

Your lips part. “How did you…” You trail off. 

Mark shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “My powers essentially let me communicate with electricity and tech,” he explains. You can practically hear Logan seething beside you. 

“A technopath,” Charles offers as he rolls over to join the three of you with Scott in tow. 

“Exactly,” Mark says, nodding to Charles. “Makes it easy to put my number into pretty girls’ phones.” Mark winks at you, and you press your lips into a straight line in response. 

You shake your head. “I’m not inter—”

You’re cut off by the sound of Logan’s claws unsheathing. “These,” Logan pauses, lifting his claws to Mark. “Make it real easy to hurt creeps who put their numbers into girls’ phones without asking first, bub.” 

Mark rolls his eyes, and the corners of your lips twitch up. You try to force down your smile, try to slow the rhythm of your heart. You secretly liked when Logan got possessive over you. He was inherently protective, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on just a little. 

“Let’s stay on course,” Charles reprimands, guiding Mark to the hallway to the left with a wave of his hand. “Let me show you some of the machines I’d like you to work on.”

“It would be my pleasure, Professor Xavier,” Mark says harshly, his eyes locked on Logan as he backs away to follow Charles and Scott.

Logan lowers all but his center claw, giving Mark the middle finger as he turns around. “Don’t mind Logan,” Scott says as they disappear into a room, the door shutting behind them.

“Logan,” you whisper, now that everyone is gone. “Don’t worry,” you assure, bringing a hand to his shoulder. 

He turns to look at you. “He’s a fucking creep.”

“It’s going to be fine.”

 It is not going well, or fine.

Mark is something of a nuisance. He’s only been here for an hour, but he has already created multiple excuses to talk to you, to pull you away from whatever task is at hand. 

You’re in the middle of teaching an English class, discussing Mrs. Dalloway with a group of older students. “So, what are we to make of Clarissa and Sally’s relationship?” You ask the students, to no avail. 

This was your hardest class of the day—especially given the fact that you’re not even a decade older than most of the students. You had joined the X-Men in your early 20s, your powers having shown themselves a bit later than in most mutants, and only a few years have passed since then. Convincing the students who have been here their whole lives that you deserve to teach has been nothing short of a challenge. 

So, when Mark butts his head in on your class, annoyance burns through your body. You take a deep breath and swallow down your frustration. 

“Hey!” He chimes, his head poking through the open classroom door. “Mind if I take a look at your computer really quick?”

The class perks up, more focused on you than they were just seconds ago. You fake a smile, nodding and pushing yourself off the front of your desk so that he has space to access the computer. 

He slips behind the desk and smiles widely. “You didn’t have to move,” he remarks. “Would’ve been nice to have you close.”

You want to gag. You turn away from the students, whispering so they can’t hear. “Listen,” you chide, narrowing your eyes. “I am not interested, so could you please—”

“What are you doing in here, asshole?” Logan’s voice echoes against the walls of the classroom. For the first time all year, the class is paying incredibly close attention. “The Professor told you to check the computers in the lab down the hall.” Logan fully enters the room, striding over to Mark, his hands bawled into fists at his sides. “Beat it, bub.”

“Whatever,” Mark mutters, his head down as he exits the classroom. The bell rings, and the class stands, grabbing their things and filing out the door. 

You groan. “Please read the next twenty pages for tomorrow!” You shout over the hubbub and shuffling of students. “I know it’s a challenging novel, but I think you guys can…” The students are gone before you can finish your sentence. “Handle it.” 

Logan smiles sympathetically, closing the distance between you and him. His presence is comforting, warm, everything you’ve ever needed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Sorry,” he apologizes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Didn’t mean to make your class harder than it is already.”

You take a deep breath, your annoyance fading away. “You helped,” you whisper. “Mark is the one who ruined things,” you insist. “He won’t leave me alone.”

Logan chuckles. “You don’t like him?” He teases. “Don’t like a guy your own age flirting with you?” He’s egging you on, trying to joke, but you can tell part of him is a bit serious. 

You shake your head. “Only like you.” You press your lips to the hollow of his throat and Logan grunts. 

He reluctantly pulls away, the palms of his hands dragging down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Gotta get to my class,” he husks, his fingers slipping, tugging longingly as he steps to the door. “Meet me after?” He asks, but he already knows the answer. You’ll be outside his classroom door before the bell rings, waiting for him.

You nod, and he smiles, his hands gripping the doorframe like some invisible magnet is pulling him away, and he’d give anything to spend another second with you. He slips down the hallway, and into his classroom. 

You spend the next thirty minutes or so grading papers, waiting for the period to end so that you can walk across the hall to Logan’s class. Another few minutes pass, and you start to collect your things, readying yourself to meet Logan. Your heart thumps in your chest at the thought, even after all the months you’ve spent together. 

You grab your bag and head to the door, closing it behind you and locking up. You cross the hall and stand outside Logan’s door. He’s teaching a younger group of kids—ten to eleven-year-olds. You would trade places with him in a heartbeat if you could. The younger students loved you. There was no question of respect, no doubt of your power. But Logan was given the class as a challenge—Charles wanted to test his patience. 

And, honestly, seeing him with the children did something to you. You loved watching the way he doted on them, carefully explaining material in a way they’d understand. He was an excellent teacher, and one day, you’re sure, he’d make an even better father. You find yourself falling into fantasy: Logan, late at night, a baby—your baby—on his chest. You can see it now—him changing a diaper, teaching the child to walk. Your heart squeezes in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you daydream about the future—your future together. 

You’re so distracted that you don’t hear Mark walk up to you—don’t feel his hand grab your shoulder.

You yelp and jump. “Oh my god,” you mumble, turning around and coming face to face with him. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, his hand lingering for far too long on your shoulder. He finally peels away, his arms falling to his sides. He leans against the wall, trying to appear casual and cool. “What are you doing tonight?”

The bell rings before you can think of a polite way to shoo Mark away, and the students exit Logan’s classroom, happily shouting greetings in your direction. You stood outside Logan’s door every day, and the students were always excited to see you.

A few of them run up to hug you, complaining about Logan’s gruffness. When they hear Logan’s footsteps approaching the door, they bolt down the hallway, their laughter booming against the walls. 

Logan steps out into the hall, and he groans audibly when he sees Mark next to you. But Mark ignores Logan, his eyes trained on yours. “Got plans?” He asks again. 

You roll your eyes. “Dude, I’m not interested!” You groan, too irritated to pretend to be nice. Mark smirks and parts his lips, ready to persist like the creep he is.

Logan steps in front of you, his claws already out. “Listen, bub,” he growls, his claws just inches from Mark’s chest. “If you don’t fuck off and stop harassing my girl, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Mark scoffs. “My girl? What are you, her father? You can’t possibly be dating her.”

You can see the anger in Logan’s eyes, the honest rage. “Lo,” you soothe. “Don’t do it.” But you know it’s too late. His decision is already made.

Logan shoves Mark against the wall, his claws pressed against his throat. “I’m her fucking boyfriend, bub,” he grunts as Mark squirms helplessly under his hold. 

“Oh, her boyfriend?” He teases, despite the fear in his eyes. “Aren’t you too old to be a boyfriend?”

Logan shoves him harder into the wall, and Mark yelps pathetically, like a small dog. “More serious than that,” Logan asserts. “Guessing you wouldn’t know anything about that though, would you?” 

“Alright, break it up!” Scott’s voice echoes from down the hall. He runs over, Jean and the Professor by his side. Rogue and Gambit follow close behind. But Logan doesn’t budge, the tips of his claws almost digging hard enough to draw blood. 

You bring your hand to Logan’s shoulder. “He isn’t gonna hurt me,” you whisper to Logan. “I could handle him easily if he tried.” You slide your hand to the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him, to relax him. “Nothing’s going to happen, okay?” 

Logan retracts his claws and lets go of Mark, who stutters away from Logan and into the center of the hallway. “I’m getting the fuck out of here!” Mark shouts, but Logan doesn’t react. He simply intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“You okay?” He asks, his thumb brushing circles into the side of your hand. 

You arch a brow. “Are you okay?” You smile and lean into him. 

“So…” Scott trails off, interrupting. “You two are…”

“Together.” You finish his sentence, your eyes still on Logan’s. You can feel the tension in his shoulders stretch down to his hand. He’s rigid, still on edge. You know he needs to get out of here, needs to be alone with you. 

“How long has this been going on?” Scott asks, genuinely caught off guard. “Did anyone know about this?” 

You turn to the team to see heads shaking side to side—save for the Professor. “I did, of course,” Charles confesses. “But I felt it was best left a secret until the two lovebirds decided otherwise.”

Rogue shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching up. “I can’t believe you never told me!” 

“Told you what?” Jubilee calls from down the hall, approaching the group. She blows a bubble as she stands next to Rogue, her eyes trailing down to where your and Logan’s hands connect. Her eyes widen and her bubble bursts. “No way!” She cheers, jumping up and down. 

“Settle down,” Charles laughs, extending his hand down the hall to where Mark was just moments ago. “Scott, make sure our technopath friend makes it out the door alive.” Scott nods and heads down the hall. Charles turns to you and Logan. “As for the two of you,” he pauses, winking. “We’ll discuss more at a later point.”

You smile in understanding, and Logan squeezes your hand—another sign it’s time to go. He’s still worked up about Mark; he needs to get this out of his system, needs to relieve all the built-up tension. 

“Got something I need to take care of,” Logan says to the group, tugging you down the hallway.  

He strides through the mansion, practically yanking your arm out of your socket. “Logan,” you whisper, trying to catch his attention. You’ve never seen him like this—rage and jealousy like fire in his eyes, dripping from his pores. He leads you up the stairs and towards his bedroom, and it suddenly dawns on you what exactly he needs to take care of. 

Logan pushes the door open and slams it closed the second you’re inside. His hands are immediately on you, grabbing at the pillowy flesh of your ass, pinning you to the door. His lips find yours—hungry and rough, the wiry hairs of his beard scratching your face. He tastes you, his tongue seeking more of you as it swipes across your lower lip. You open your mouth, inviting him in, your tongue tangling with his.

Logan hoists you up without breaking the kiss, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his erection straining inside his jeans, pressing against your heat. He grinds into you as one hand slips under your top and drags up your back, holding you tightly against him. 

“Need you,” he mumbles against your lips. “Always fucking need you.” He tears you away from the door and towards the bed. He throws you onto the mattress and climbs over you, slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. “Tell me you need me, pretty girl.”

“N-need you,” you stutter as he settles on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. 

“I’m not too old for you?” Logan teases, one of his hands loosening its grasp on your arm and trailing down your body, settling on the hem of your shirt. “You don’t wanna be with anyone else?” He hikes up your top, pushing it above your breasts. 

You can feel the heat pooling between your legs. “No,” you whine, arching your back as his fingertips play with the bottom of your bra. “Only wanna be with you,” you breathe as Logan slowly, teasingly pulls your bra up. “Please,” you beg, spreading your legs wider. “Want you to fuck me.” 

Logan smirks, finally tugging your bra and top over your head and casting them to the floor. “Gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” Logan soothes, palming your breasts with his free hand, rolling your nipples under his thumb. 

“Fuck,” you moan as he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

Logan hums, his fingertips trailing across the valley of your breasts, doing the same on the other side. Logan pinches harder, and you moan louder this time. “That’s it,” he coos, his lips finding your pulse point, sucking roughly. “Don’t be quiet, darlin’,” he demands. You whisper his name, your voice whiny and needy. “Show me how much you need me. Keep making those pretty little noises, baby.”

“Feels good,” you whimper as his hand traces down your stomach, to your hips, gathering the fabric of your skirt in his fist and yanking it up to your waist.

He chuckles darkly. “You wore this just for me?” He asks, his thumb hooking inside the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. “Wanted to make it easier for me to fuck you?”

“Fuck, yes, just for you,” you pant, watching as Logan lifts himself off you, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head. He dexterously unclasps his belt buckle and throws the leather to the floor. He balances on his forearm as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. “I’m all yours, Lo,” you promise as he presses his forehead to yours.

Logan’s hand glides down your side, slipping between your legs and finding your folds. You moan as his fingertips prod at your entrance, spreading your slick. “Fuck, all this is for me?” He pinches your clit before swiping through your folds again. “You’re soaked already, princess.” His fingertips brush your clit, tracing achingly slow circles into the bud. 

You rock your hips against Logan’s touch, searching for more friction. “Logan, need you,” you whine, squirming underneath him. “I’m yours.”

“All mine?” He whispers, his touch suddenly disappearing. You groan at the loss of contact. “Say it again, pretty girl,” he demands, guiding his cock to your folds. 

“All yours,” you answer, trying to move your hips lower to feel just an inch of him. “Please just—”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slams into you, down to the hilt with one thrust. He throbs against your walls as he works you open, his hips still, his cock splitting you in two. “Fuck,” Logan grunts. “So fucking tight. Perfect little pussy. Wanna stay right here forever. Maybe I won’t even fuck you. Maybe I’ll just make you sit on my cock.”

But you need him to move, need him to take you. “Logan, f-fuck me,” you choke, trying to move your hips. His hand grips your waist, stopping you from sliding up his length. “Please, move,” you plead. 

“So impatient,” he chides, kissing you bruisingly, biting your lips. He finally pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out again. His hand slides down your waist and slips between your legs. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you the way I want?” 

His hand is just above your clit, inches away from where you need him most, waiting for your answer. You nod emphatically. “Yes,” you say with pleading eyes. “Anything. You can do anything just please—oh fuck!” Logan pinches your clit and starts his machinations, swirling around the bud. He pulls out and pumps back in, setting a ruthless pace. 

His hips snap against yours, taking all of you with reckless abandon. His lips swallow your moans, consuming you, drinking you in. Of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been quite like this. There’s a hunger in Logan’s eyes that you’ve never seen before, an undying need you’re not sure can be satisfied. Something feels different about this time—more intense, fervent, and feverish. 

Logan thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out with every pump, still stretching you out. His fingertips stroke your clit roughly, your walls already fluttering around him. He curses under his breath, his chest heaving against yours. 

“Look at you,” he groans, fucking into you. “So beautiful like this. Always so beautiful.” You can feel his cock twitching inside you. “Wanna make you mine, sweetheart.”

“I-I already am,” you stammer, his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles into your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. “Always gonna be yours.”

“Want more than that,” Logan grunts, his hips rocking, his pace quickening. He’s so deep inside you—hitting exactly where you need him most with every thrust. 

“Whatever you want,” you pant, your chest pressing flush to his. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Yeah?” He growls at the shell of your ear. “You gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me stuff you full of me?”

“Yes, please,” you cry out as he pumps in and out, shoving himself as deep inside as he can possibly fit. You feel so full, so complete. Nothing compares to having Logan this close, to having him be so connected to you. You’re already coming undone underneath him, falling apart. “Want you to stay inside.” And then the words fall from your lips without a second thought. But you mean it, and you want it more than anything…

“Wanna have your baby, Lo.”

Logan groans at your words, his cock throbbing with need. “Fuck, don’t tease me like that, sweetheart.” 

“N-not teasing,” you stammer. “I mean it.”

“Shit,” Logan growls, his skin slapping against yours, your words spurring him on. He’s letting himself go, letting himself plunge deep inside you, fast and hard. “Such a good girl,” he praises, his length dragging against your walls, pushing deeper still. “You gonna let me fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes!” You cry out, the fire burning in your belly spreading up to your spine, coursing through your veins. Your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tightly.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Logan coos, rutting into you, his hips stuttering. “Want you forever.”

You throw your head back as his fingers swirl around your clit. “You have me Lo, always gonna have me.” Your walls clench down around him, and the tension snaps. Electricity shoots up your spine as your orgasm crashes into you. It’s intense—more intense than anything you’ve ever felt. Pleasure washes over you in waves, heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.

Logan is right behind you, whispering a string of praises as he finishes inside you. “Did so fucking good for me. Always so perfect, beautiful.” His thrusts slow until he’s still inside you, but he doesn’t pull out. “Don’t wanna move, princess,” he husks, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“You don’t have to,” you say, your voice hoarse. Logan rolls you onto your side, hoisting your leg up and over his hip, keeping himself deep inside your cunt. You close your eyes, your heartbeat finally steadying, your chest still heaving in time with Logan’s. 

The silence is comfortable, calming. You listen to Logan’s breathing as he runs his hands up and down your back. “You okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. 

You hum. “I’m perfect,” you mumble, burying your face into his chest. “Do you really…” You trail off, suddenly nervous to ask the only question on your mind, despite everything that just happened. 

“Yes,” Logan answers immediately. “I meant it. Wanna be a family. Wanna be with you forever.”

You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You can feel his cock growing hard inside you as you move to get more comfortable. “I want that too, Lo,” you sigh. “More than anything.” You smile against him, thinking about your future, thinking about how all this started because some asshole wouldn’t leave you alone. You can’t help but giggle at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice. 

You look up at him. “You’re crazy, you know that?” You joke, your smile widening. “You could’ve hurt that guy.”

Logan’s smile widens too. “Just crazy about you,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his cock still deep inside you. “Should’ve kicked his ass.” You bite your lip, waiting for his next move. “You’re my girl,” he groans, sliding out of you slightly. 

“Yours,” you breathe as he thrusts back in. “All yours.”

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