#Poolverine smut

[freakrenaissance]

This was so hot & feels soooo accurate 😆 you just know they'd bicker the whole time & then make it a competition 😏 loved this

Threesome🔥

going a bit off script on day 2 because i'm a HEATHEN anyway enjoy

Ship: Worst!Logan Howlett x f!Reader x Wade Wilson

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 776

Warnings: cursing, smut, threesome, Wade Wilson is his own warning, unprotected PiV, anal (f!receiving), use of petnames, kissing, cocaine mention

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

Your mind was fucking shattered.

Deep, guttural grunts rumbled from Logan beneath you with every deliberate thrust. Sharp canines scraped along your overheated skin. Whispers of "you're doing so good, baby" filtered from between his clenched teeth. His sweat-drenched skin was nearly sticking to yours due to your proximity. Barely a centimeter of space was left between the two of you.

It didn't help that Wade was on top of you, thrusting into you from behind, bearing his full weight on you as his hands fisted in the sheets. His wet tongue traced down your spine. Shivers erupted across your back in brutal waves.

"That's a good girl. Taking us so well. Isn't she, Wolvie?" Wade mused, voice muffled from where his lips connected with your skin. You gasped as a quick hitch in Wade's thrust nearly jostled Logan out of you.

"Watch it, red," Logan growled quietly. His large palms clung to your hips in near desperation. Gripping at your skin so tight you knew there'd be bruises in the morning. Not that you minded.

A light laugh rumbled against your back, "Feeling possessive, are we, Lo? Afraid I'll take our sunflower away from you?"

"Just shut up and fuck her, will you?" Logan said over your shoulder. He pressed a quick "sorry" behind your ear with a gentle kiss. You couldn't help the quiet moan that leaked from your throat.

"Let's make a game of it, shall we?" was all the warning Wade gave before he suddenly pulled out. You whined at how empty you now felt, craving both of them inside you every waking moment of your life. Wade ran a gentle hand down your back, "Shh, it's alright, angel cakes. I just wanna see if Lo-Lo's up to the task."

"The fuck is wrong with you, Wade?" Logan asked, propping himself up on his elbows to throw the merc a heavy glare. Now no one was focused on fucking you. You muttered obscenities under your breath as you buried your nose in Logan's shoulder. These two couldn't stop bickering for five minutes, let alone a whole night with just the three of you.

"I just wanted to challenge you, Mr.Not-a-Duke. Which of us do you think can make our sunbeam here come the fastest?" Wade offered with a cocky grin you could hear.

Logan scoffed, shaking his head, "I think you already know the answer to that."

"Yeah, and it'd be me," Wade returned.

"You must've taken some brain damage, because you know it'd be me," Logan bit back.

You groaned against Logan's neck, then nipped at the thin skin under his jaw, "Will someone please just fuck me?"

A shudder rolled over Logan's shoulders. He peered down at you through narrowed eyes. You could practically feel the seconds tick by as he remained still, just staring at you. Unease settled around your ribs. Logan was an impossible man to read, even at the best of times. When his pupils were blown, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, and his cock was inside you, it was even more difficult to gauge what he was thinking.

"Start a timer," he instructed Wade, gaze never leaving you. Arousal reignited in your abdomen like a stoked bonfire.

"Yes sir," Wade said with a wide smile. You heard rustling behind you as Wade grabbed one of the three phones on the nightstand.

The world spun without warning as you were flipped on your back. A gust of air shot from your lungs at the impact with the bed. Soft lips brushed along the skin under the hinge of your jaw.

"Go easy on me, huh? Wanna prove Wade wrong," Logan whispered in your ear. Flames licked at your skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of the Wolverine's gentle touch. Callused fingers grazed over you as light as feathers.

"I haven't started the timer yet, cheater! Any more unsportsmanlike behavior and I'll lock you out," Wade groused loudly. Logan breathed a chuckle along your collarbone.

"I'll just break the door down," he said as he threw you a wink. It took every bone in your body to keep your eyes from rolling back in your head.

"Break another door and Blind Al'll hide the cocaine again. When she hides shit, that stuff stays gone," Wade mumbled indignantly. Logan ignored the merc, fingers trailing ever-so slowly down your sensitive skin. A choked moan kicked out of your chest when Logan's thigh brushed against your swollen clit. Wade's wrinkled hand entered your periphery as he tapped on Logan's cheek, "Did you hear me, resident senior citizen? No cheating!"

It was going to be a long, long night.

may need to continue this in a future fic...

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[softfem-dom]

wedding ring

origins!husban!logan x origins!wade x wife!reader

a/n : I don't know what came over me to write this, I have no excuse I'm just horny.

wc : 3k

NSFW , PORN WITH (LITTLE) PLOT , WADE IS A HORNY SHIT , MOMMY & DADDY KINK , GENERAL WADE™ BEHAVIOUR sub!origins!wade wilson . dom!origins!logan . dom!reader

synopsis : wade has always been a kinky little shit, it seems that title is well-deserved when he starts to fantasize about squeezing himself into a married couple old enough to be his parents.

If someone in the team were to ask Wade why he looked as if he hadn't slept in a decade, he'd say he was up practising his katana skills.

When in reality, he had spent the whole night groaning and moaning against his pillow while rubbing himself raw to the thought of you and Logan.

What was so special about you two, you may ask? You were married and were old enough to be his parents.

It was absolutely not his fault. You two had no right to come into the X-Team, looking so fucking hot and expect him not to get hard.

You couldn't just walk around the place with Logan's strong arm around your waist and expect him not to stare. You couldn't just hum in acknolovedgment everytime Logan leant into your ear to rumble something that the merc couldn't quite catch and expect him not to grow desperate.

He was a walking mess. Day and night his thoughts were consumed by you and Logan, Logan and you, and what you could do to him. He couldn't help it, he'd blame the undiagnosed ADHD anyday for titty-flashing him with so many dirty scenarios anytime you walked past.

,,

Logan and you had been through a lot of shit togheter.

You had met sometime between the 1880's and the 1900's, both mutants and escaping from someone who was trying to do you harm. Both with the weight of taken lives over your shoulders, both with spilled blood on your hands. Both with the promise of living far too long.

And, cliche-y enough, you both had fallen in love. After uniting forces as acquintances, then growing as close as long-life friends, and then falling into the claws of love, you two had gotten married.

Happyly married, always attached to the hip, gold wedding wands on your ring fingers. Always watching out for the other.

And when William Stryker offered you both a place in a 'special opperations' team called X-Team, you both agreed —happy to help a cause—.

What you didn't expect, though, was Wade Wilson turning into another shit you had to go through togheter.

The mercenary seemed to never know when to shut his mouth, or how to read social cues, he just simply had a mouth too big for his own good. Hence why the nickname merc with a mouth was born amidst the members of the team.

He was a young man in his 20's, a cocky asshole and a total flirt that talked big game. He liked to show off during missions, pulling stunts, to impress Logan or you was another question that didn't have an answer yet.

You and your husband just knew the kid seemed to have the hots for one of you. Which made Logan boil with possesiveness because you were his damn wife, his and his only —possesiveness that in turn only made Wade all the more horny.

It wasn't until today's mission that you realized that the mercenary didn't have the hots for just one of you, but for both.

After trying to break in a building to stop some drug dealers, the team had split up and —ironically enough— left you three to flee from more guards than you could fight. And now, ironically enough again, you three were hidding in a really small supply closet.

You hadn't intended for it to end up this way, but your husband was with his broad back against the wall and with a pupil-blown Wade completely sandwiched between you two.

Wade was totally trying to keep his cool, desperately keeping up his usual cocky fachade, but his gut felt so damn coiled at having his ass pressed against Logan's crotch and his chest in level with yours.

"How did they notice us?!?" you asked your husband in a low breath, completely ignoring the merc between you.

Logan growled slightly, his nose twitching when a strangely strong scent wafted into his nostrils, shaking his head slightly as he tried to peek out from the small gap in the door. "dunno, doll, but I guess they didn't see us come here"

As you kept talking with your husband in hushed breaths, Wade was starting to feel his brain turning to damn mush as he was trapped between you two. He couldn't help it, your body warmth was sweeping into his bones from back and front —melting him—.

And then, suddenly he heard your voices stopping. Looking up with his half-glassy eyes, he was met by a quirked eyebrow and a deep scowl from Logan.

"are you damn horny right now, mouth?" Logan pretty much growled. His voice rumbling in his chest as he looked down at the young man between you two.

Wade blinked, realizing he had been so aroused —and locked up in his dirty fantasies— that he had pretty much started to leak in his pants.

"ohw, c'mon, what'd you expect?" the merc breathed out under your questioning gaze. "I've got my hot ass against someone's big dick and my face is smushed against this massive titties and jesus fucking christ—"

His words died down in a choked way when Logan's hand flied up to his throath, wrapping around it without issue —damn big hands the Canadian had— and squeezing. Choking a wheezed noise out of his mouth.

"shut your damn mouth if ya wanna keep your throath, bub" Logan growled in the merc's ear, his voice almost like the roar of a lion with how much red he was seeing.

You were just staring at the way Wade's eyes seemed to roll into the back of his head, thighs twitching before shamelessly parting —as if he wanted someone's hand between them—. The mercenary seemed to really be horny for you two.

"really, Wade?" you purred, voice low, as you stared at the young man —letting your husband do the job of shutting him up. "going after a married couple like this? didn't think you'd fall that low.."

Wade struggled to breathe through his nose with Logan's tight grip around his throath, but he spoke nonetheless. "aughn— you two are fucking god- relax the grip old man literally bisexual culture-"

His gasped words only made the growl bubbling up in Logan's throath grow louder. You saw the veins in your husband's arm bulging as he squeezed around Wade's throath again, watching the way the merc choked on his spit —saliva slobbering down the corner of his lips.

You reached out your own hand and placed it atop of Logan's, as if methaporically holding your husband's hand while he choked Wade.

"fucking god you two are really feeding my mommy and daddy issues right now y'kno-oh-oww—"

Wade's spech got cut off my another series of squeezes around his throath, making the mercenary cough and choke on his spit as his head fell forwards against your chest.

"watch your damn mouth, mouth"

"ngh-ah- unluckily for you I've got a thing for being put in my place by dominant, sexy, grown-ups. Big ones with huge—"

His voice died in his own throath when two, huge and thick, fingers were proding at his mouth. Sneaking past his lips and stuffing him full, his eyes rolled back, knees almost buckling underneath him when the meaty taste of sweat invaded his mouth.

"shut it, bub"

"hmn-nhgh"

"you managed to shut him up" you low whistled at your husband, impressed by how quickly and efficiently the merc had shut up. Now busy with nibbling at the fingers inside of his mouth.

"easy peasy" Logan huffed with a slight roll of his eyes. "don't know how long it'll last, though, just look at how damn much the kid's leaking"

Wade whined around Logan's fingers at the way you two were speaking as if he wasn't there, thighs trying to close when he felt your eyes going down and settling on the obvious tent in his pants —and the wet spot.

"so horny" you hummed, more to yourself than anything, before looking back at his face. "what does this mean, baby?" you purred as you pointed to the gold ring on your finger with a neutral look on your face —as if he wasn't coming undone before your eyes. "I don't think you're that dumb yet. C'mon, what does this, right here, mean, Wade?"

Wade struggled to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth around Logan's fingers, body almost tumbling forward when the Canadian ripped his fingers off of his mouth so suddenly.

"I- aughn- I—" he stumbled over his words, swallowing again, as his hazy eyes looked up at you. "that's a daddy and mommy ring" he wheezed out, a little "ah-ah!" escaping his lips when Logan grabbed his hair from the back —forcing him to behave—. "means- angh means that you're married. And old enough to be my grand-parents-"

"That's right, bub" Logan growled, leaning in close to whisper in Wade's ear. "We're a married couple and you're nothing but a pest."

"now, now, darling" you hummed lovingly as you looked at your husband, who was still grabbing Wade by his hair. "don't be so mean.. It turns him on"

That last was a low drawl, before your hand was cuping Wade's cheek and making sure the cold metal of the gold wedding ring you wore was against the merc's skin. "We've lived through wars, honey, you're a literal baby compared to us" you added, voice low and degradatory.

Wade shuddered as the cold metal of your wedding ring pressed against his skin, his eyes looking up at you with a mixture of desire and submission.

"I'm a- nnnng baby" he repeated, almost breathless. "Logan and you are old. So old."

Logan leaned in closer, his hand still clamped around Wade's hair. "Old enough to be your parents" he repeated, his voice dark and gravely. His teeth almost gracing Wade's ear. "Old enough that you shouldn't be interested in us, bub."

"Please, I- I- ahhhhnn I promise I'm good, I promise I'm good, I- I can be good."

It was funny, really, to see such a cocky and show-off of a man being this needy and whiny between you two. But what could you say, it was the Howlett effect.

You slowly slipped your gold wedding band out of your ring finger, right infront of Wade's eyes —watching the way he almost busted on the spot just from the sight alone—.

"this is what'chu want, ain't it honey?" you teased the mercenary trembling and whining between you. "you want this pretty ring on your finger too, don't ya? you wanna be the throphy toy to a hot, married couple old enough to be your parents, don't you, sweetheart?"

You held the wedding ring infront of Wade's face as one of your hands started to rub his arm —slowly going down to his hand—. Wade was shaking, he didn't even know how he hadn't cum untouched yet with how tight and hot his gut felt. All of his muscles coiled.

Wade looked like he was about two seconds away from spontaneously combusting right there in the small supply closet.

"Please" he breathed out, his voice strained and his eyes fixed on the ring in your hand. "Please, I- I want to be- nngah, I want it. I- I'll be good, I- aaahhhnn"

"Are you?" Logan asked, using the grip on Wade's hip to pull him closer against him. "Are you going to behave for us?"

After a series of jerky and rapid nods coming from the drooling mercenary trembling between you, "good fucking boy, there you go" your voice was low and syrupy, as you grabbed Wade's twitching hand and slowly —almost sensually— slipped the cold golden wand on his finger.

It looked as if he was going to combust just from having the ring on his finger, from the implications of having a wedding ring from a married couple on his finger.

Maybe you'd find an explanation for the creamy wet spot between Wade's legs and the way he was wearing your wedding ring when you meet the team in a few minutes. Or maybe you won't, who knows.

[pastorpresent]

When the dust settled of what Wade dubbed their 'super awesome Madonna world saving sacrifice', (don't fucking ask, god knows Logan doesn't) the TVA had offered to hire their services to round up variants that incorrectly stumbled into their universe. With a fucking paycheck.

Logan had been trying (and failing) to find work for a few weeks by that point. It was sort of difficult when he had no tangible work history in this universe, with no references that could actually be called. Or a social security number. Or a bank account. Or any form of ID, really.

Wade had already quickly agreed on both their behalfs, and Logan got the feeling he just needed a valid excuse to put the suit on now and again between his monotonous shifts at the dealership.

The only catch was that they had to undergo a physical and mental health assessment before hand.

He'd passes the physical with flying colours. The mental one... not so much. They'd still 'hired' him, but when he was given a folder with information regarding each fucking problem he had mentally, they'd heavy implied he needed to work on it to keep his job.

His plan had been to chuck it in the trash, or burn the fucker, but it'd slipped his mind to do either by the time they'd gotten home because Wade started trying to cook pasta for dinner and almost set the entire place on fire, somehow.

He left it on the side and Wade, being the nosy fucker he was, had of course read it.

There was a lot of shit Logan expected to find in there - depression, ptsd, alcoholism... stuff he didn't exactly need some fancy fucking doctor to tell him he had. A six year old could probably glance his way and identify that he needed antidepressants.

The one that he'd thought was odd, and the one Wade seemed to latch onto, was 'touch deprivation'.

The thing was, Wade was a shithead. He practically made it his goal whenever he walked into a room to be the most annoying person in that room. Usually successfully.

But he was also... good. He was a good person, despite what people might say to him. He wanted to help him, which was... sweet, he supposed.

A lot of the stuff in there was a bit tricky to 'fix', probably requiring some sort of medication or therapy (Logan point blank refused both) but a couple of things, Wade seemed hellbent on helping him with.

There was never any liquor in their apartment, for starters. Whenever Logan would buy any, it would go mysteriously missing the following day. Al didn't even know it had been there, and Wade was a shit liar with his innocent little shrug when Logan would ask.

Ar first it pissed him off but, well, Wade was just trying to help, and he was - helping, that is. Logan was actually sober more than he was drunk these days - which hasn't happened in at least a decade.

The 'touch deprivation' was another Wade seemed hell bent on helping with.

The merc was already tactile with his friends. Logan had seen him drape an arm over their shoulder, side hug them as they walked somewhere, hug them goodbye.

It seemed he dialled it up to a thousand with him, though.

If they both happened to be in the kitchen, Wade was brushing up against him every few seconds, murmuring apologies as he all but pressed against him under the guise of trying to move somewhere or reach something.

When they were out, Wade would let their arms and hands brush up against each other. If Logan was pushing the cart in the store, Wade would 'accidently' rest his hand over his on the handle bar.

It was little stuff, things that somebody on the outside of them would probably not even notice, until one night on the couch.

They'd been running around for the TVA all day, and Logan was irritable and exhausted. He felt about ready to claw his own skin off out of general frustration, built up from a day of shitty, all over the place missions.

They'd both showered and were sat watching gossip girl, but he just couldn't settle. He was switching position every few seconds, growling under his breath every time his discomfort returned, and he must've been annoying the fuck out of Wade, he thought.

After maybe an hour - and Logan wasn't going to cry, but he damn sure felt like it, Wade sighed next to him.

Logan immediately found himself growing defensive, ready to argue that it wasn't his fucking fault his skin felt all tingly and wrong, and that the couch was too soft, or that there was a dumb ache in his chest that he didn't understand.

Wade didn't start arguing though. Instead, he lifted an arm in invitation.

Logan stared at him like he'd lost his fucking mind. How many hits to the head had he taken today? Could his regenerative abilities repair concussion or should Logan be taking him to a fucking hospital?

"Come on, peanut. Let me help," Wade said, which only confused Logan more. He didn't even know what was wrong- so how did Wade reckon he could fix it?

"I'm fine," he gritted out with a glare, trying to keep still to prove his point but fuck, his skin felt painful and tight.

"Alright," Wade held his hands up in surrender before letting them drop, turning back to the TV.

Logan watched him for a few seconds, then scoffed loudly, moving to lay a bit more on the arm rest.

It felt like it was digging into his ribs. He scratched his arm, barely resisting the urge to unsheathe his claws. He adjusted to lie back into the cushions. He sunk in too much, and the soft cushions felt like sandpaper against his on-fire skin.

Something dangerously close to a whimper escaped his lips, and he had to blink back a dampness building in his vision. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him?

"Lo," he thought Wade had went back to focusing on the show, but apparently he'd been wrong, because the merc was staring at him with soft, concerned eyes, and Logan wanted to scream.

"What?" Logan snipped, but it was missing any of the intended edge.

"Let me try and help. No one else is here, it's just us - and if you don't like it, you can just sit back up," Wade lifted an arm again, an invitation for Logan to curl up against him and... it pissed him off how nice that sounded.

He hesitated for a few moments longer. Too long, really, and he expected Wade to rescind the offer entirely out of impatience.

He didn't. He just adjusted himself to be more sprawled back against the couch cushions, parting his legs a little and keeping his arm raised.

Logan made a defeated noise in the back of his throat, crawling closer. He hovered awkwardly between Wade's legs, unsure how to proceed, and Wade just gently pushed on his shoulders to get him to lie down, his head and upper torso covering Wade's chest and lower body.

He worried he'd be too heavy for Wade, but the younger man didn't seem bothered whatsoever. Perks of him being built pretty indestructible, probably.

"Good boy," he praised quietly, running his hand through Logan's hair. Essentially petting him, really, and Logan couldn't explain it but it's like everything in his head and everything with his body quietened down. He could breathe again, and he found himself going boneless against the younger man.

He wrapped his arms around Wade's torso, nuzzling into his stomach with a content sound, his eyes slipping shut as Wade continued to play with his hair, stroke over his back, brush fingers over his neck, calming the burn of his skin wherever they went.

It became a regular occurrence after that. Every night when they settled down to watch TV, Wade would wordlessly lift an arm, and Logan would wordlessly crawl over to lie against him. Sometimes they reversed it, because Logan discovered that having Wade lying atop of him felt incredibly grounding. Usually though, he'd be the one pressed up against the merc, tangled around him like some sort of extra clingy and extra heavy octopus. Wade would always 'pet' him, mumbling occasional praise as he ran gentle fingers over his body, scratching his scalp or dragging blunt nails over his back and arms.

Logan didn't realise how desperately he needed the touch until it was gone.

They'd been arguing all day. It was all stupid shit, really - moreso driven by the fact they hadn't had a mission in a while. Wade grew antsy if he'd been out of commission too long, and if he had to work so many back to back shifts at the dealership. And Logan grew irritable being stuck in the tiny apartment with no real purpose all day.

He'd went to the store and bought himself a bottle of whiskey to occupy his mind, to stop the thoughts of his old found family dead on the ground from a fight he could've aided in leaking into his brain.

Wade, as usual, had poured it down the drain. Something that, ordinarily, Logan would've been pissed about but let drop fairly quickly- because despite what others may think of him, his sort of almost sobriety did matter to him. It mattered to Wade too, which is why Logan never usually got all that mad at him for pouring perfectly good alcohol down the drain.

Maybe it was because of the irritation already brewing within them both, or maybe it was because Logan had really been relying on loosing himself in that bottle, but the argument quickly spiralled out of hand.

"You can't just pour out my shit, Wade!" Logan yelled, gesturing to the now empty bottle.

"Yeah, I'm being totally unreasonable. Next time I'll let you drink yourself into a stupor, pinky fucking promise!" Wade yelled back.

"You had no fucking right!"

"Do you think I want to, huh?! You think I just love having to control your alcohol intake like your some sixteen year old girl who discovered fucking smirnoff for the first time?!"

"Then fucking don't! I don't need you to do anything for me! I managed by myself for two hundred fucking years, I don't fucking need you, and I certainly don't fucking want you!" Logan shouted, probably loud enough that they'd get complaints from the neighbours later.

The ensuing silence felt even louder.

He regretted it immediately. He didn't mean it, and he knew that as soon as he'd said it. Because yeah, he might be able to survive by himself- but that's all it ever was. Fucking survival.

Wade showed him how to live.

He was still too angry to take any of it back, though. To admit he'd crossed a line.

"Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want, Logan," and Wade left, their bedroom door slamming echoing throughout the whole apartment.

They avoided each other for days. Even when they were together, there was silence. Wade didn't crack any of his usual jokes. They ate in silence. They stopped waking up tangled up in one another, and Wade no longer opened an arm in invitation when they were sharing the couch alone. No hand over hand on the cart, or arms brushing in the street, none of it.

Logan didn't give a shit, obviously. He bought ridiculous amounts of alcohol and drank until he passed out on their kitchen floor, waking up a few hours later cover in his own vomit and Mary Puppins peering at him curiously. Even the fucking dog was judging him.

It was the week mark, and Logan actually hadn't had a drink that day. Only because he had ran dry on money to buy any, and he'd considered stealing some but thought it wouldn't be worth losing his job with the TVA. He did maybe try drinking some of Al's nail polish remover, but he was halfway into the bottle when he realised she used the type that was fucking alcohol free.

Not his proudest moment.

His body already felt weary from the slight pulls of withdrawal when he sat on his end of the couch, purposefully not glancing Wade's way. It was very much like how he'd felt when he stopped drinking so much in this universe. The tiredness that ate down to his bones, the cravings niggling his brain constantly.

He already didn't feel great - but then the itching started, and it got intense fast.

His efforts to keep still were futile. It was so much worse than the first time around, and worse still because he knew what was missing, and it was his own fault he didn't have it anymore.

What the fuck was he supposed to say? 'Hey I know I said I didn't need you and to stop treating me like a child, but if you don't cuddle me right now I might fucking explode'.

No. He couldn't do that.

Everything hurt. He couldn't draw a breath in properly, and even the feeling of his clothes against his skin felt fucking wrong. Like it was too... light.

The final straw was when one of those tears welling in his eyes actually escaped, rolling down his cheek. He wiped at it harshly, and got up without another word, heading straight for their bedroom.

He couldn't let Wade see him like this. He was fucking pathetic.

He stripped down to his boxers, needing the stupid fabric to stop touching him, and got onto their bed. The covers felt scratchy, and he kicked them away with a growl. In the process of his aggressive attempts to find a comfortable position, he got a whiff of a familiar scent.

Wades. Wade's pillow smelt exactly like him.

It was the first time since the itching feeling started that he felt some sembelence of calm. His skin still burnt, but he could sort of zone it out for a moment.

He tried to turn away. To ignore it, because it was fucking stupid, but he didn't last long before he was grabbing the pillow and pulling it towards him, pressing his face into it and inhaling deeply.

He didn't remember when he started crying, but the pillow was soon wet with tears. He was so fucking stupid. Utterly fucking ridiculous - a grown ass man crying into a pillow because, what? He didn't have someone playing with his fucking hair?

He was so, so beyond furious at himself. At how ridiculous he was, and at how massively he'd managed to mess everything up.

Wade was good. He was bad. He should've known from the get go that he'd fuck it all up.

"Jesus, Logan," the soft gasp startled him from his thoughts abruptly, and he panicked. He sat up, shoving the pillow aside despite the fact Wade had seen exactly what he was doing.

Maybe he'd get lucky and one of those stupid ring portals would appear beneath him and send him elsewhere. Anywhere, really- he didn't care, it would be better than this.

"What?"

The biting tone wasn't all that effective when he had to scrub at his eyes to get rid of the tears.

It didn't even work anyway. They wouldn't fucking stop now that he'd let them start, and the fact Wade had caught him sitting there breathing in dredges of his scent while fucking crying - maybe part of it was just the utter humiliation of it all.

"Oh, Lo. It's alright," Wade murmured, and then he was shutting the door and crossing the room, climbing onto the bed.

He reached out, but seemed to hesitate, his arm dropping, "can I touch you?"

Logan only cried harder, his body practically vibrating, as if it was attempting to force him to move closer even unconsciously. He gave a jerky nod, "please."

Wade was on him in an instant, pulling him in so tight that to anyone without super strength and regenerating abilities, it would probably hurt.

Logan didn't care. He needed more. The fire was tamed, but it was still there, the embers tickling his body and threatening to overtake him again.

His hands tugged at the hem of Wade's shirt, seeking permission. He needed the stupid itchy fabric gone. The press of it was too soft and gentle. He needed skin. Needed something solid. Needed Wade, now.

"Shirt off?" Wade clarified, and Logan nodded where his head was tucked into the crook of his neck.

He hadn't accounted for the fact that they'd have to break their embrace to do it.

Wade tried to pull back, but Logan gasped, digging his nails in and keeping himself plastered to Wade's front.

"I'm not going anywhere, peanut. I'm just taking my clothes off, alright? I'm not leaving you, I swear," Wade put both hands on the side of his face, lifting it so he could look into his eyes as he spoke, the pad of his thumb wiping away his tears.

Logan reluctantly let go, shivering violently when everything hit him again.

Wade made quick work of stripping off his shirt and sweatpants, leaving him in his briefs. He lay down, and opened his arm.

Logan could've started crying again in relief. He all but dove at the younger man, burying his face away in his chest, wrapping his arms tight around him. Wade held him tightly, pulling him in enough so their bodies were pressed together solidly.

He lifted a hand and started stroking his hair, shushing him softly and rocking their bodies a little.

"I'm sorry. 'M so sorry, I didn't mean any of it," and ordinarily he might very been reluctant to say it, never being all that good at swallowing down his perceived pride, but it felt too important not to say.

Because despite everything, Wade had came in here to check on him. He could've just continued to watch TV. He could've so easily made fun of him for what he'd walked into, mocking how fucking stupid he was, and walked straight back out. He could've and should've done all of that, but he didn't. Because he was Wade, and he was good, and Logan would never fully understand what positivity he put out into the world to earn him.

"I know, me neither. Just calm down, Lo. It's all good now, I've got you," Wade assured, squeezing tighter, and Logan made a small satisfied sound, nosing at Wade's chest and then his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo and body wash.

The itching had ceased, but he still felt like he needed more, like it wasn't enough until he sliced Wade open and crawled inside of him, curled up contently next to his beating heart, burrowed beneathe his ribs.

He didn't verbalise it, but Wade seemed to understand, as usual.

"On your back, baby," he directed, and Logan did so without complaint.

Wade moved with him, lying on top of him completely, tangling their legs together, a solid weight pressing him into the mattress, and ironically enough he finally felt like he could breathe again.

"Good boy. You're so good, peanut," Wade hummed, running fingers over his shoulders. Logan disagreed, but he was too out of it to really argue. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, hovering out of his body.

He didn't realise he was biting until Wade let out a soft sound above him, and the metallic taste filled his mouth.

"Fuck, sorry I... I didn't realise," he tried to move away, eyes wide, but Wade shushed him again, his expression something fond.

"Does it help?" Wade asked simply, and Logan swallowed. It did. It was... it was like Wade felt closer to him, somehow.

"Mhm, but don't wanna hurt you," he felt almost drunk, his words slurring a little as he watched the small wound on Wade's shoulder close up.

"I'll heal, angel. Have at it," Wade tilted his head in invitation, and Logan nosed at his neck for a moment, still not entirely sure, before sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking experimentally. He moaned softly at the taste of Wade on his taste buds, pressing his nose against his adams apple simultaneously to breathe him in. He let his teeth sink in lightly, nibbling at the sensitive area.

Wade groaned atop of him, and Logan went to pull away, but the merc held him there by the back of his head, "keep going. Please, Lo," and he sounded breathless and needy, and it made Logan growl with animalistic possessiveness, biting down a bit harder, blood running to the surface, which he quickly lapped up.

He couldn't really tell who connected lips first, he was fairly certain it was him, but it didn't really matter ultimately. They were high off one another, Wade grinding down while Logan rutted up, both of them rock solid against each other.

Logan bit at his lip, drawing blood before licking it away filthily, dragging his nails all over every surface of Wade he could reach. He needed him. He needed him so fucking badly. He wanted to worship every square inch of him then crawl beneathe his skin and make a home there.

He reached between them, wrapping a hand around Wade's length, but the merc caught his wrist, using the other hand to grip Logan's jaw and direct their eyes to meet.

"Logan," he knew vaguely that Wade wanted him to listen, but he was too busy whining beneathe him, pushing his hips up trying to chase the friction that every cell in his body was fucking screaming for. He didn't want to stop, and he didn't get why Wade was making him.

"Logan. Hey, eyes on me, peanut," Wade ordered firmly, and Logan finally reluctantly ceased his movements, blinking Wade's face into his focus.

"How are you feeling?"

And Logan huffed, glaring a little, because did Wade really stop what they were doing just to ask him that? Seriously?

"I'm fine," he replied shortly, trying to go for Wade's mouth again, but found himself held down by a hand against his bare chest.

"I'm going to need a bit more than that before we go any further, peanut. Especially with how upset you were just twenty minutes ago," Wade was stroking a hand through his hair again, and the calmness that filled his body from the touch was enough to get him to settle down just a little, sinking into the bed and giving up his valiant mission of jerking off against Wade's solid form.

"I just need to know you're okay, and I need to know you're doing this because you want it, not just because you feel like you need it."

"I want it. I want it a lot," he said after a few seconds, looking up at Wade. It was the most vulnerable he'd felt in forever, and all he could do was hope that Wade took that and handled it carefully.

Wade smiled, kissing Logan firmly. Logan gasped into it, letting his mouth open wider, inviting Wade in to explore as he pleased.

Wade pulled away suddenly, and Logan very almost ripped his head off of his shoulders in order to keep him close.

"Easy, boy. I'm just trying to sort you out," Wade explained with fingers teasing the waistband of his boxers.

It was ridiculous, but he wasn't certain he could handle the younger man's body weight leaving him. That press, being able to feel every inch of Wade against him, it was the only thing keeping him tethered in reality. He couldn't handle his skin setting alight again. Especially not when he had went a whole week without Wade's touch.

"Baby," and something about Wade calling him that made him want to crumble. Want to get onto his knees and suck him off and worship him like he deserved, because he must be a God- that's the only explanation as to how he can breathe a single word and make Logan unravel. Because he'd never been that. He'd never been anyone's 'baby', because no one ever bothered to be tender with him before. He was The Wolverine. He was supposed to be rough, and rugged, and maybe 'handsome', but never 'pretty'. Never 'baby'.

And yet everytime it rolled off of Wade's tongue it was so genuine, so sweet and caring, and it was almost like a permission slip for Logan to let the gruff exterior drop just for a minute, and be somebody's 'baby'. Be Wade's 'baby'.

"You don't want me to leave, peanut? You want me to stay on top of you?" Wade asked, because he was genuinely bothered by the idea of Logan not being one million percent happy with this experience.

Logan found his mouth and kissed him again. This one was gentle. So, so gentle. No blood or biting or back and forth - just a barely there press of lips. A thank you, sealed away in a kiss.

"Please," he answered quietly, speaking it into Wade's parted mouth, "I just... I need to know you're here, I think. I need to..." he trailed off, unsure how to finish.

How could he verbalise that he needed to feel him so completely, that he needed Wade everywhere all over him, all at once? How could he say that without scaring him away entirely?

Maybe that would be for the best, in all honesty. He couldn't be so damn reliant - not when Wade had a fucking life to live. A future to build. Why should he put that on hold just because Logan crash landed into his reality?

He should be going on dates with Vanessa right now, trying to fix things. Or hanging out with his actual friends. He should be doing a lot of things- but trying to fix something in Logan that had been irreparably smashed to pieces years ago was not one of them.

"I need- we need to stop," he spoke, even as every cell in his body was screaming no, fuck no.

Wade frowned, the hand that had been tracing over his arms pausing.

"What?"

"I can't. I can't do it. I can't."

He couldn't drag Wade down into the fucking abyss. He couldn't force him to live out his eternity like this.

"Okay, that's okay peanut. You want me to get off of you?" Wade offered, and Logan nodded.

It killed him, but he nodded.

Wade lifted up, manoeuvring onto the edge of the bed.

Logan wanted to throw up, that cold and empty feeling returning to his gut, spreading through all of his limbs like poison. 'This is good, Wade is good, you are bad' was like a mantra in his head, growing louder and louder until all Logan could hear was the rapid thumping of his own heart and those words, screamed, being etched across his organs like a warning.

Maybe the repeated frying of his brain was finally catching up to him.

"Logan, what's wrong?"

Logan wanted to tear his own fucking skin off.

"Did- was it too much? Did I go too far? I'm sorry, I just thought it's what you wanted," Wade was apologising, he was fucking apologising, and Logan was barely holding it the fuck together, his chest tightening.

"No. No, it's... I need to be alone," he choked on the last word, as if his body was physically fighting him from saying it.

Wade was looking at him with a small frown, reaching out for his hand resting on the mattress which Logan quickly moved away.

He'd never forget the look of hurt etched onto the others face. He might very well of tried to hide it, but he caught the flash of upset that filled Wade's features so intensely for just a moment.

"Of course. Yeah, sorry. I'll just," Wade gestured vaguely to the bedroom door before all but racing out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Logan sighed shakily, curling up on himself and trying in vain to stop the tears coming.

Part 2 up now

[murrpa]

good boys are always rewarded🫶🏻

man i missed drawing smut😵

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 20: Threesome

Summary: You're good with kids, there is no doubt. Heck, you're a kindergarten teacher, you love little ones. Your boyfriends on the other hand, just love how great you are with kids. Maybe it's time to give you one of your own. Warnings: P in V sex, threesome, breeding kink, cum, reader had a vagina, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @cassandrascottt

You stood at the front of the classroom, laughter mingling with the excited chatter of the students. The vibrant walls were filled with painted art projects, and the scent of crayons and fresh paper lingered in the air. Today’s lesson was all about storytelling, and you had encouraged the kids to use their imaginations, their faces lighting up with every new idea. From being a superhero, a princess, or a dragon, your student’s ideas never failed to excite you. 

As the bell rang, the students began to gather their things, and you smiled, waving them off. “Remember, tomorrow is our storytelling contest! Bring your best tales but make sure they are written in your scrapbook!” The children cheered and scrambled out, their giggles echoing in the hall. The day had ended and while a satisfying one, you couldn’t wait to get back home and snuggle up to some warm food with your boyfriends. Yes, Wade Wilson and Logan were an odd pair by themselves but adding you into the mix seemed to make it all the sweeter (or hornier if you asked Wade). 

Outside, you spotted Wade and Logan leaning against the school’s brick wall. Wade, in a red graphic tee and a pair of black jeans, was animatedly gesturing as he spoke, while Logan, in his classic flannel and jblue eans, looked not as amused, arms crossed over his chest. Your heart swelled, it was moments like this—seeing the two of them together—that reminded you of how unique their relationship was.

“Hey, beautiful!” Wade called out, his voice playful. “How many lives did you ruin today with your educational superpowers?”

Laughing with an eye roll, you replied while approaching the duo. “Just a few. No one will need intensive therapy after my storytelling lesson!”

Logan pushed off the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re doing just fine. Kids need someone who gets them.” He stepped closer, his presence grounding and warm.

As you walked to the car, Wade pretended to swoon dramatically. “Oh, I’m hot for teacher! So captivating! Did you see how the kids hung on your every word? I was this close to signing up for kindergarten myself!” He pinched his fingers dramatically, as if to show just how close he was to sitting in on your class. It would certaintly be interesting.

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’d probably scare them off with your face, bub”

A slow blush creeped up your cheeks as Logan opened the car door for you. “You both are ridiculous,” you tried to sound agitated, putting on your best teacher voice, but a shy smile betrayed your amuesment. “But it’s sweet. I’m glad you think I’m good with the kids.”

That caught their attention. They had certaintly talked about it before but now hearing the idea aloud, how good you were with kids thta weren’t even your own, now that sparked an idea. With a quick glance to each other, no words were needed to form the plan that was about to commence. Allowing the thoughts to stew on the ride home, you had no idea of their plan when you entered your shared apartment. Of course, it was messy but the boys had allowed you to decorate it; making it seem less like a college frat dorm room and more like a home. And if their plan came to fruition, it certainy would be a home indeed. 

Suddenly, Logan grabbed yours wrists and pinned you down against the nearest wall. His smoldering gaze glowered down at you as his face leaned down to whisper in huskily in your ear. 

“What do you think about having some kits of your own?” 

“What?” 

Coming to your side, Wade joined his partner in looking down at you. Using his hand to reach around and cup your chin, he brought your shocked gaze to look up at him.

“Dollface, I think peanut here is asking to breed you. And I am certainly not opposed to the idea. I mean I am sure a hundred Tumblr fics have been written about it already—” 

A dark chuckle erupted from Logans throat at Wade’s words, for once he wasn’t annoyed at the merc’s mouth.  As he stood up and let his grip go, both men now stared down at you. After some stumbling and a few apologies to about tripping over variois objects, all three parties ended up in the master bedroom with clothes on the floor. You, laid on the bed and the boy’s eyes darkened with hunger at the sight of your bare form, a silent understanding among them of what was about to happen. 

Wade leaned down and took one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue teasing the aroused bud. Dragging his hands across your torso, he slowly marked your skin with his hands. Logan, instead dipped down and spread your thighs, enjoying the way they felt in his calloused hands. With a whimper, you couldn’t help but arch your back into his touch as he dragged his nose across your slit. The heat from his breath left you soaked with desire, cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined all the things that were about to happen. 

Hoisting your legs up on his shoulders, Logan massaged the tip of his cock against you hole. Not allowed a moment of reprieve, sheathing his heady member into your cunt with one stroke, Wade then bit the corner of your collarbone to distract you from Logan’s actions. He stretched your needy hole,  both of your moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved.  You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke. The velvet of your walls squeezing Logan so tight that with every exit and entry of his member into your cunt, the ribs of his cock rubbed against you in a painfully delicious way. Wade took initative and slowly started to leave hot wet kisses and nips across the valley of your neck, only pausing to whisper filthy things in your ear as Logan carried out a relentless pace. 

“He’s gonna fuck you so good baby. Think about how good you’ll look, so big and glowing with our baby inside you. You’re gonna be such a good momma. Want us to make you a momma dollface?"

Gosh, he was so hot like this. You hung onto everyword, every image you presented you with. It was addicting, the feeling of Logan inside you, the softness of Wade’s lips worshiping your body as he debauched words continued to send wave after wave of arousal shooting straight down to your already weeping pussy. And you knew it may never happen, you were still on the pill and by all means Wade was infertile with Logan’s ability to breed in question since he was older. 

But by any means, you could certaintly get used to this. 

[angelicpoison12]

stuffed ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Logan wants to get you pregnant.. but Wade won't shut up. so he finds a solution <3

tags: threesome, AFAB!reader, gn!reader, top!Logan, powerbottom!Wade, creampie, breeding kink, degradation, oral sex

pronouns used: they/them (reader can be any gender <3)

wordcount: 407 (WOAH SHORT ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED A REAL DRABBLE?? NO WAY)

NSFW, 18+ ᰔ

“woah, Peanut, you’ve gotta slow down.. you’re gonna rip the poor baby’s ass apart!”  “shut the fuck up, Wade.”  “ohmygod, nevermind-” 

the constant back and forth between your two lovers was never boring, especially in the bedroom.   Wade and Logan found themselves in a competition, all because Wade had been cocky enough to say that they couldn’t get you pregnant. that made something feral snap in Logan. 

"ah-! Logan.. too much, too much..”  you blubbered, clinging to a pillow as he rammed you from behind. his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your hips. he was at least two creampies deep at this point, and it was getting a little overwhelming. “you know what to say when it’s too much, darlin’,”  Logan rasped, only to fuck you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall.  “damn, Lo! thank god we don’t live with Blind Al anymore, boy she’d be pissed if she heard us-” 

Logan had just about had enough. 

he pulled out of you abruptly. your cunt oozed with Logan’s cum. you squirmed, whining as you weakly clenched, toes curling as you tried to keep it inside of you.   “put that worthless mouth to use, Bub.”  Logan spat, grabbing him by the back of his neck. Wade yelped, but it was replaced by a purr of obedience and arousal.  “oh ho, fuck yes!”  he giggled. Wade happily nudged himself between your thighs, starting to lap at Logan’s cum dribbling past your folds. 

the sensation was enough to make you gasp and moan, squirming, trying to hold on for dear life.   “mmm.. he tastes so good, especially coming out of you, pumpkin,”  Wade cooed. his tongue dug right inside of you, the pink muscle covered in cream when he pulled it out.   “okay that’s enough..”  Logan grunted.  “ooh, what’re you gonna do now, Wolvie? hm?”  “just keep eating them out, fucker.”  “whatever you sa-ohhhh! god, fuck! yes-!” 

out of curiosity, you turned and craned your neck, now able to look over your shoulder. you blushed, noticing Logan’s bare hips pressing into the skin of Wade’s scarred ass.  “just as tight as always..”  Logan remarked, giving Wade’s left cheek a smack, making him moan right in your pussy.  “make them finish first, then i’ll fill you up. i’m getting both of you pregnant.”  “ohh fuck yeah, knock me up!”  Wade moaned, his arms wrapping around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. 

it was a shame that Wade was cis. with you, there was still a chance, I guess.  

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my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker, @ithofficial, @activesplooger, @dolly-lil-lambie

[panties-on-boys]

Domesticated Wolverine

@icarusredwings

“I s– secretly love it that you talk so much, I think you’re… funny and your laugh is sexy.” Wade glances over his shoulder. “Did I read that right?” He asks, starting to flush pink.

“Yes,” Logan purrs, tracking kisses down the side of his neck.

Wade’s heart starts to pound out of his fucking chest.

“And you look hot in your… Hello Kitty… pajamas.” Wade turns to show his grin. “Really?”

Logan huffs a soft laugh back. “You look hot in everything. And nothing.”

Wade flushes a little pinker. “Are you drunk right now?”

Logan rolls his eyes. “Nope, you just broke me down, as you are so very good at.”

Through pursed lips, Wade mumbles, “I am pretty good at that, actually.”

Logan hums back a little mhm, and Wade can feel his fingers skirting over the mottled skin of his chest and stomach, like he’s admiring it. Butterflies gather behind his ribs and underneath Logan’s strong and capable hands. “Keep reading,” gets whispered into Wade’s ear.

Shivering, he obliges. “Your thighs look so good in the Deadpool suit, swear– swear to God I can– Logan, my gosh. Take a girl to dinner.”

[fallenneziah]

Not sure if you're requesting for Poolverine but if you are...

"What's the wingspan on those blow job handles??"

Oh hell am I ever, babygirl.

CW: Blowjobs, old men bickering, there is the Wolverine Cowl, admittedly softer Wade and Logan, pls tell me how I did, and send me stuff to write for ya so I can get better with these dudes.

2K words.

Cowl on, Hood off.

“Put the cowl on.”

It was the first thing Wade said before Logan could fully make it to his knees. The older man sank, his heels pressed into the floor and ankles supporting his butt.

“I’m not wearing the hood.”

Wade would have whined, but kept his composure this time around, long enough to bicker while his suit was uncomfortably tight.

“Come on, put it on.”

Logan’s brows pinched together, his lips pursing, “Just pull my hair like a man, Wade.”

Wade crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at Logan before mumbling, “Vanessa would have done it…”

Silence befell them for a few seconds before Logan growled and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck.

“I hate you so much…” He reached over for the bedside table and grabbed the cowl. He slid it over his head, hearing the excited gasp from Wade.

Logan rolled his tongue inside his mouth, a poisonous tang of possessiveness there.

“Oh fuck yes, we’re in business now, babygirl.” He reached for his belt, Logan having to slap his hands away. “Stay.”

Wade stopped, pouting his lip, his breath caught in his throat as Logan proceeded to unclip his belt and toss it aside. His hands were rough but they got the job done, tugging the suit down, forcing Wade to shimmy a little.

“God, this sweaty body condom is going to be the death of me-“ Wade’s breath left his lungs when Logan’s claws extended, and wordlessly tore down the sides of the suit.

The fabric peeled away from Wade’s body, his underwear going with it, leaving his welted, scarred body in full view.

Logan huffed in amusement. “This is it??” He smirked,

“Wah- No, this is not it.” He huffed and turned his head away. “You better shut your mouth before I shove-“

Logan’s smirk didn’t fade as his massive hand wrapped around the base of Wade’s cock, making another breathless, excited gasp fall from the Merc’s lips.

“Shove what where Wade?” He leaned in, warm air wafting over Wade’s cock, and he gave it an experimental lick. His hand squeezed the base and gently stroked back up, his rough callouses and harsh palms were like little pricks to Wade’s otherwise numb exterior.

Wade’s eyes were glued to the scene, rough knuckles clasped around his decent shaft, the lack of hair making the glide smooth and silky. The small sounds of Logan’s hand on the taut skin of his cock drove Wade just a little bit madder each time.

“Oh, Honey Badger…” Wade leaned his head back, the excitement getting him off more than Logan was at this point. But neither man was complaining – for once.

Logan’s hand stroked the length of Wade’s cock, twisting occasionally. He leaned up on his heels and collected some spit in his mouth, dripping it down onto Wade’s shaft, working it in with his hand.

“Wade. You made me wear this damn thing, so take goddamn advantage.” Logan growled. It was an exasperated need for Wade to grab him by the horns and wrangle him.

“Right- right- impatient little peanut.“ Wade’s hands reached down to grasp the ears of the cowl, gripping them tightly and tugging Logan’s head forward, lips kissing Wade’s cockhead. Logan let out a low growl when he was tugged.

A bead of pre-cum rolled down the slit of his tip, Logan’s tongue flicking out to drink it up and swirl around the tip.

Logan groaned softly and pushed his cock to the side, kissing up the shaft. His warm air brushed over the hardening, twitching length, curving up and drooling more.

“God, Wade.” Logan’s hand was slick with spit and pre-cum, watching how fast it leaked down the length of Wade’s excited cock. Logan’s fingers were coated with it, thumb rubbing It into the tip and kissing along the salty, pre-cum covered length.

His nostrils flared against Wade’s body, smelling the sweat that began, it was faint, the musky smell of worn suit prevailing. His free hand came up, nudging Wade back and opening his legs a bit more, squeezing the man’s balls.

Wade’s breathing became ragged as Logan’s mouth moved over his cock, and his hands shook slightly while gripping the cowl. He thrust his hips forward, but Logan’s strong arms held him in place, a possessive grin on his face.

“You better not bite,” Wade warned, his voice shaking with lust and trepidation.

Logan chuckled low in his throat, his eyes never leaving Wade’s hardened length. “If you think I’m going to let that precious little cock go to waste,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

“You’ve got another thing coming, bub.”

Wade swallowed hard, his body trembling as Logan’s mouth enveloped his cock, sucking and licking with an expertise that left Wade breathless. His hands clutched the cowl tighter, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control.

Logan was starting to pant, his breath warm on the other’s cock. His own was aching, leaking. The fabric of his suit was tight and constricting, the pressure building as he worked the other.

The heat radiating off Wade’s skin made breathing feel harder, desperate to get Logan’s mouth fully around his cock. His hands tightened on the cowl, giving Logan another tug.

Wade’s moans grew more intense as Logan teased him, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. His fingers tightened around the cowl’s ears, grasping them with an almost desperate need.

Wade was the only person Logan was willing to choke himself on, his hands moving down to the Merc’s hips. He squeezed the skin in a bruising grip and kissed the tip before sinking over it. His rough lips took Wade’s length in one inch at a time, taking his time to flick and suck on it, saliva building in his throat.

Wade tugged on the cowl, the mask holding up and shaping Logan’s face, the angle of his nose showing the drool pooling from Logan’s mouth and down into his messy stubble.

It wasn't so much a romantic thing as it was the visceral need to have the man’s body anywhere near his. Logan didn’t care if he was on the bottom or the top, he needed to smell Wade’s sweat, to taste his tears, to feel him squirm.

His tongue pressed up under the other’s cock, tracing along the shaft as he slowly, finally sank to the hilt. He took his time, his hand releasing Wade’s hip and returning to squeeze his balls.

Wade’s grip never lessened on the cowl, holding Logan’s head in place.

Logan’s hands slipped down Wade’s thighs and behind his knees, grabbing the backs and yanking the Merc down.

“Fuck!” Wade gasped and grabbed the back of Logan’s head, the sudden movement causing the head of his cock to push past the tight warmth of Logan’s throat, feeling his throat constrict and convulse around his dick.

Logan pulled Wade’s thighs up and let them rest on his shoulders. His head pulled back slowly, sucking the entire length from his mouth, and licked along the bottom of the shaft.

“Shut up, bub…” He panted softly, spitting the drool and pre-cum in his mouth into Wade’s twitching cock.

Wade’s mouth fell open, his hands reached down again to quickly grab hold of the cowl’s ear fins. He moaned, bucking his hips up into Logan’s mouth, saliva leaking from Logan’s mouth down over Wade’s balls.

The cowl was hot, sweaty, and damp against Logan’s face. He was sure his hair was stuck to his forehead, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around the Merc’s thighs and pulling him in closer.

His face pressed flush to Wade’s baby-smooth groin and his throat tensed and pulsed around Wade’s cock, causing him to choke and drip saliva down his chin and neck.

Wade’s legs spread wide, his head rolling back and his eyes squeezed shut.

“F-fuck, Honey Badger- Logan.”

Logan couldn’t help but attempt to chuckle (which came out more as a wet gag) at Wade’s pleading, the sound vibrating on his tongue as he licked along the length of the Merc's cock. The strain in the other’s voice, the way his body trembled with need, only fueled Logan’s desire to bring him to the edge.

He wrapped his lips tightly around Wade’s cock, pulling him in deeper, his tongue dancing along the sensitive underside.

Wade’s toes curled, his breath hitched in his throat as Logan’s mouth enveloped him, the sensation overwhelming him. He thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper down Logan’s throat. The world seemed to spin as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, his vision dimming at the edges.

Logan’s nose was buried in the soft skin of Wade’s groin, his tongue pushing and rolling over the underside of the other’s dick, feeling the way it throbbed and pulsed.

Logan drew back, gasping for air, Wade’s cock still between his teeth. The taste of salty sweat mixed with the bitter tang of precum filled his senses as his free hand rubbed at his throbbing erection through the tight confines of his costume.

As Logan stared into Wade’s blissful eyes, his desire seemed to match the other’s. The need to taste, to touch, to possess drove him forward.

Wade whimpered softly as Logan took his cock into his mouth again, this time swallowing the head deep into his throat, his throat muscles flexing in rhythm with the pumping of his tongue.

Wade arched his back, his hands grabbing at the cowl’s ear fins again, tugging at them in time with the thrusts of his hips as Logan continued to suckle at him.

Fuck, Logan was going to tear him apart for this later…

His blunt fingers dragged over the head of the cowl, scraping at the fabric and tugging the corners, arching up his hips and squeezing the cowls ears.

Logan’s eyes locked with Wade’s, holding onto each other through the haze of bliss and desire. The cowl was now a twisted mess of fabric and sweat, sticking to their faces as they struggled for air.

Wade’s breaths grew ragged, his grip on the cowl tightening until his knuckles turned white, but there was no denying the lusty expression etched across his features.

As the room spiraled into a whirlwind of passions and flavors, Logan’s throat convulsed around the Merc’s cock, his lips wrapped around the base, sucking and swallowing with a feral hunger.

Wade’s hips bucked, his body trembling as Logan’s warm, slick tongue danced around the veins on the shaft and swirled around the sensitive head, eliciting a choked-off moan from the Merc.

“Hnnn- god, I’m gonna cum-“

“Mmff- Nh- nhh-“ Logan’s nails dug into Wade’s thighs, his body jerking as the Merc came, thighs flexing.

The white-hot rush of pleasure drowned out everything else, leaving only pure, raw ecstasy. Wade’s eyes rolled back, his hands releasing the cowl’s ear fins for a moment as he gripped Logan’s shoulders instead, desperately seeking contact with the man.

Logan felt the jolt of Wade’s release, the hot spurts coating his throat and filling his mouth. He swallowed convulsively, the salty taste of the other man’s climax flooding his senses. It was a mix of relief and exhilaration, the culmination of the sensual build-up and the raw power between them.

Wade’s breathing gradually slowed, his fingers releasing Logan’s shoulders and his eyes slowly opening. He stroked the tips of the cowl, smiling like a lovesick idiot, having gotten to hang on like he was riding a bull. His gaze met Logan’s, filled with both relief and vulnerability as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” Wade panted softly.

Logan slowly pulled back, shuddering a little, the pungent smell of sweat and cum becoming a more powerful presence than before. His brows stayed pinched together, canines aching with a lustful hunger. "Now who’s the slut?”

I apologize if this was lacking in any way, it's my first smut piece for them so I'm dipping into uncertain waters again haha.

[cuntylogan]

Logan only has one rule when he moves into the extra bedroom in Wade's apartment: don't get comfortable.

OR

The only thing standing between Logan and a boring, blissful, murder-free life in Canada is Wade.

[chronometerin]

down on my knees (wanna take you there)

rating: E

relationship: Wade Wilson/Logan (Worst Wolverine)

“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”

Wade and Logan’s freelance mission hadn’t been as bloody as expected and Blind Al was at her Tuesday night bridge sessions, so they’d decided to skip straight to watching a 90s teen romcom on the couch instead of stripping out of their superhero suits and showering.

“I say a lot of things, Peanut. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

(or, Logan wants to try something new with Wade.)

READ HERE: ao3

[murrpa]

Missed me, Wolvie? Yeah, I can tell❣️

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 1: Handjob

Summary: Wade and Logan can't help but find their girlfriend irrestibly hot in the field, so what happens when Wade's mouth gets the best of the merc? Warnings: MDNI, 18+ Implied sex, handjob, cum, mentions of sex acts, cussing, fondling, etc. Read at your own risk, I am not responsible for your media consumption

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Kinktober Day 1: Handjob

The warehouse on the docks of New York was a fine as any place to have a stand off. The air crackled with tension, the smoke emiting from the the stream of boats and storehouses that lined the marina. Deadpool and Wolverine stood back-to-back, surrounded by a gang of armed thugs. The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, but neither hero paid much attention. They were too busy sizing up their opponents.

“Woah, woah, woah. What an introduction! I mean we sound like we are coming straight outta Compton or something—” Deadpool quipped, spinning one of his katanas with flair. 

Wolverine scowled, his claws extending with a satisfying shink sound. “What the fuck are you on about, bub?”

"Us!" Deadpool shouted, charging forward with a wild grin. 

As bullets and limbs flew, chaos erupted. Deadpool danced around like a maniac, his agility turning the barrage of gunfire into a twisted game of dodgeball. 

From the shadows emerged Y/N, their partner, moving like a force of nature. Armed with the teleportation and telekensis, and a fierce determination in her eyes, she launched herself into the fray. A swift kick sent one thug sprawling, while a fluid disappearing and reppearing with a punch dropped another to the ground. Every strike was precise and powerful, leaving Deadpool visibly…excited. 

“Peanut, did you see that?!" Deadpool shouted, nearly tripping over his own feet as he watched Y/N dispatch another foe with a perfectly timed elbow to the face. 

"Yeah, I did," Wolverine replied, a hint of admiration creeping into his gruff tone. 

As Y/N spun and took down two more thugs with a sweeping kick, Deadpool leaned over to Wolverine, his eyes wide with excitement. "Is it just me, or is this super hot?"

Wolverine grunted, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "Not just you, bub.”

With every bad guy that hit the ground, Y/N seemed to radiate confidence, a fierce determination that only fueled their attractiveness. Deadpool couldn’t help but cheer them on. "That’s right! Show them who’s a boss, babe! You’ve got this!”

Wolverine, who usually kept his emotions buried beneath layers of gruffness, felt a rush of pride as he watched Y/N dominate the scene. He rejoined, launching himself at the remaining thugs, his claws glinting in the dim light. Howling a fierce battle cry, Wolverine slashed through a few more enemies, and together they all made a choatic but deadly group.

As the last thug crumpled to the ground, Y/N stood triumphant, breathless yet unyielding, a slight smirk playing on their lips. Hair disheveled and blood staining postively every crevice of clothing, Deadpool let out a low whistle.

“Uh…Wade? You umm, got a little problem there.” Pointing down to the obvious dent in Wade’s leather pants, Y/N couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the sight. 

Grumbling slightly and walking off, Y/N and Logan followed. It took them 25 minutes, two buses, and many very weird stares till they returned to their shared apartment in the dank downtown of New York. The echo of distant sirens fades as all three stumble through the apartment door, a smirk plastered across Wade’s blood-splattered mask. Logan follows closely, a growl rumbling in his throat as he surveys the scene of unmade bed sheets, scattered laundry, and an old Chinese take out. Y/N trails behind, a mix of adrenaline and amusement in her eyes, her outfit marred by smudges and splatters from their recent brawl.

“Well, that was fun! Who knew bad guys could bleed so much? I mean, I didn’t, but I’ve always been a sucker for a good paint job.”

“Oh don’t worry Wade. I know just how good of a paint job you like”

Wade leans closer, faux-innocently brushing a hand against Y/N’s cheek, leaving a streak of crimson. “Come on, sugar tits, you wanna bet.”

Pushing his hand away while laughing, Y/N evades Wade’s attempts. “You’re a mess, Wade. But I kind of like it. It adds to your… rugged charm?”

“Rugged charm? More like a walking hazard. I don’t think the health department would approve.”

“Oh, please, Peaunut. You’re just jealous that I can pull off the whole ‘bloody warrior’ look better than you.”

“Yeah? At least I don’t look like a failed art project every time I go out.”

Breaking up the brewing tension between her two boyfriends, Y/N softly grabbed both of their hands and pleaded with her eyes. “Boys, please, can we stop the bickering?”

“But honey, peanut over here thinks that my rugged charm can’t charm? I mean I’m sexier than Ryan Renyolds and thats saying something—“

“Wade, dear, you are sexy okay? Logan is just trying to rile you up.”

“Well, if that’s the case, rile me up all you want honey badger.” Swiftky moving to the other man, Wade props one hand against the wall, encasing Logan. Growling, Logan unseathes his claws slightly but smirks at Wade’s proxmimity, the feeling of their hot breaths intermingling sending small shivers down his spine. Logan momentarily glances over to Y/N, seeing the flush on her cheeks, the slight dilation of her pupils as Wade starts to run his hands down to the ever growing bulge in Logan’s pants. He knows that look, and it only serves to fuel his own desires. As he continues to let Wade fondle him, his breath stutters as the other mans hands reach the small of his back, fingers dancing across the hem of his pants in a twisted teasing game. Wade’s touch feels like fire against his skin, his body instinctively arching into it, desperate for more. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his mind filled with thoughts of how badly he wants both of you right now, how badly he needs this in every way possible.

“Well would you look at that, honey badger is all pent up.”

“Could say the same thing for you too, bub.” Grinning mischeviously as he gestures to Wade’s obvious erection, Logan beckens Y/N with a finger. Gliding over, Y/N kneels down before the two imposing men, eyes glowing with lust and submission. 

“Darlin’, be a good girl for me and help Wade out okay?”

“Yes sir.”

Y/N bites the zipper of Wade’s pants, slolwy dragging it down to let his cock spring free. Marvelling at the sight, knowing that Wade was commando the whole fight, sends a wave of arousal pooling in Y/N’s pants. Wade’s body tenses again, his breath getting caught in his throat. His eyes drift open to watch her actions, his gaze burning into her body with a mixture of desire and need. He can hardly believe the effect you have on him just with her touch.

"You're going to be the death—holy fuck!” Wade’s head falls back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as Y/N start to rub his throbbing member, his hips instinctively bucking towards her touch. He's almost lost for words, the sensation overwhelming his senses, his mind clouded by a primal desire. He can barely think straight anymore, all his focus centered on Y/N and what you're doing to him right now. His cock is hot and velvetly, weeping pre-cum. The sight sends both Y/N and Logan almost into a frenzy, ready to suck and take whatever they want from the loud-mouthed merc. 

Y/N’s ministrations are slow and deliberate, working for her reward. Every movement is just barely on the edge of what Wade is moaning and begging for, practically humping into her hand. With the impatient noises he’s making, the way his cheeks turn a beautiful shade of red; it’s not too long now before he explodes. 

“Cum for me baby, please? You’re doing so well.”

Wade can hardly handle it, the way Logan commands him, Y/N’s hand rubbing his cock. It’s all too much and soon he’s painting his girlfriends face with hot thick ropes of cum with a loud moan. Coming down from his high, Wade’s eyes crack open to see Y/N licking his seed off her face. 

“Think you can paint our girl again bub?”

How could he refuse?

[misscalming]

Don’t crucify me Tumblr 🙏

[rab1tz]

Wade finally got his payback for the honda scene

Im going insane....

[anomaly-hivemind]

Kiss me <3 ☆ Deadpool x Wolverine | Kinktober Day 3

Summary: Wade and Logan's fighting leads to some heated tension. Basically the Honda Odyssey sense but with more sexual aggression.

Word Count: 2721

Tags: MLM, old men yaoi, gore, canon typical violence, fighting, sexual jokes, gentle dom wade, Bottom Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), switch logan,  switch wade,  power bottom wade,  anal sex, hand jobs, choking, anal fingering, rimming Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson, biting, marking, degradation, fourth wall break, Wade Wilson's Inappropriate Humor, Deadclaws

The two men paused from their heated battle, the car was beaten up and covered in blood, and so were they. Their Suits are full of holes where once-healed wounds were dealt.  Where angry words were exchanged that hurt both of their feelings. But since they’re bad at dealing with feelings like normal people they decided to use their fists, daggers, claws, and guns to deal with their issues. Both which are deeper than the both of them, care to actually deal with.  So they fought their problems until they both were on opposite ends of the Honda, Logan was getting ready for another strike before Wade spoke. Deadpool was breathing heavily, his voice dry and a tad ragged as he looked Logan up and down. 

“Can you feel this sexual tension- fucking ow!” Wade’s head collided with the already broken window as Logan stabbed his claws into his head. But it doesn't stop him from talking. “-because I can feel some chemistry between us.”  Logan gets his leg kicked from under him, so when he falls back into the passenger seat. But not before dragging Wade on top of him by the head, as his claws were still lodged in his head. 

“We should kiss, right now, I'll even take it as an apology for hurting my feelings,” Wade said in a pout that couldn't be seen but was definitely heard. 

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Logan rolls his eyes before he kicks Wade off of him, and out of the Odyssey, Wade’s body tumbles and slides against the rough ground. Wade was quick to get up and storm back into the car by jumping through the back seat window.

“No I don't… but you could make me, it's what the readers want anyway.”  Wade looks at you, giving you a once-over while nodding to himself. 

Logan was about to say something but Wade interrupted him. “Pucker up buttercup”  He crawls over to Logan only to get punched in several places causing him to hit the driver's seat.

Get away from me you fucking moran.” Logan takes a dagger to the chest, he lets out a hiss through his teeth. 

“YOU ARE, SO MEAN. but it feels so right.”  Wade mutters while taking a couple more sharp jabs at his mission partner.  

“Did someone drop you on the head as a baby” Wade gives him a half-shrug before flopping on top of Logan. 

“I'm still waiting for my kisspology Wolvie.” Wade wiggles his finger in front of Logan only to get that same finger bent backward with a loud almost comedic pop. He let out a pained whimper and popped his finger back into place.  Then there was a long silence between the two of them. 

Logan was looking at Wade for a long moment before letting out a sigh. He turns his body, this catches Wade's attention.   

“O.m.g Logi-bear! You're considering it ain't you.”  Wade moves with a quickness to lift his mask and he gets ready to lean In. 

“Only because it'll get to shut up” He leaned over slowly. 

“Whatever you say, but I'll be using tongue” Wade closed the gap before Logan could change his mind. Their lips connect and Wade holds back a giggle as he pushes his tongue in the other man's mouth with little resistance. Wolverine grips Wade by the neck before shoving him back.

“I'm so hard right now <3”  Deadpool gave him a toothy smirk and licked his dry lips, and he was actively looking Logan up and down.  He then made grabby hands at logan.

“What” Logan scoffs and tightens his grip on Wade's neck. But it only gets a moan out of the red-suit man. 

“Grip me harder, and I might splooge in this suit which would be no good… this isn't a white suit,”  Deadpool rambled weakly. “I would love to feel that handsome mug on me again… in various places actually”

 Logan hates that a part of him actually considered what Wade just said.   

“Will one more kiss make you calm down? “ Logan whispered more under his breath than anything, but Wade still heard it and he was ecstatic. 

“I'm not going to ruin this but definitely kiss me… ah roll credits” he quickly moves in for another kiss but stops right before it can happen. “Let's move this to the back, for kissing reasons” he nods to himself.

“I shouldn't be agreeing to that”  He rolls his eyes and turns to the back seat.

“But you are right.” He had already made his way to the back of the Odyssey. Spreading out in the back and wiggling in fingers. “Come sit in Papa's lap”

“I'm not doing that” Logan grunted as he moved in the back beside Wade. 

“It was worth a shot,” Wade says, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder and pulling him forward.

They both move into another kiss, their movements slow and Wade took this all as his chance to move his arm around Logan's waist.  He was just tasting the water as he moved his hand soothingly along Logan’s body, all while inching closer until they were pressed right against each other. Wade made sure to add tongue and their tongues rubbed together.  

Wade starts to undo his suit in hopes it will instill Logan to do the same. The kiss was getting pretty hot and heavy, their tongues gliding against each other's. Exploring the taste between friends and the blooming emotions of something deeper. They pull away to catch their breath and for a moment that was that. Logan and Wade are sitting in calming silence. Logan only did so after they pulled away, he was breathing a little heavier and a bulge was starting to push against the suit material.

“This is so hot. Can't you feel this chemistry” Wade's breath traced puffs of warmth across his face, and Logan couldn’t do much then shiver as Wade began pressing tender kisses to his cheeks, eyelids, and the bridge of his nose.

“Stop talking…”  Logan huffed as his thoughts yelled at him to get some sense to stop them.  

"Just saying I was right and I'm touching the pearly gates" Wade whispered as he looked down at Logan's pants which contained his bulge. Wade licked his lips subconsciously at the sight in front of him, Logan was going beet-faced, slightly out of breath with a twitching erection in his tight fitting suit.

“You are one annoying son of bitch” He said as he pushed Wade's hands back causing him to slide forward. Wade then climbed a bit up into Logan's lap.

“It's one of my love languages” he moved closer, only for Logan to bite hard into Wade's shoulder. A hot feeling runs through him as he lets out a happy moan. 

“You marking your territory big guy,” Wade said in a shaky breath. 

He was looking Wade up and down as what felt like a cog turning in his head. Before he pushed the man onto his back,  much to Deadpool's pleasure. Logan was trailing rough bites and sucked along Wade's dry skin.  Every mask that broke skin made an effort to start healing itself. Wade felt like he was on cloud nine but he wanted some more tangible pleasure.  He grabs Logan's tits and gives them a couple of squeezes before pushing him up and then following after him.  

"Let's take care of this first." He said while looking at the erection. Wade continues as he starts to pull Logan's pants and boxers with eager and impatient movements. 

Logan let out a hiss at the foreign feeling of someone else's hand on him like this, it's been a while and the fact that it was the dumbass in front of him doesn't help. Wade started to move his hand along Logan's fat cock. Wade tried to picture how Logan would pleasure himself as he moved his hand up and down the other man's cock. They both let out pleased sighs and Logan bucked his hips slightly into Wade's hand. 

Logan pulls Wade into a messy kiss, causing the hand on his dick to start moving more actively. Logan used one of his free hands to pull Wade's pants off as well, getting the assistance needed to get his dick free. Wade let out a small whimper just because he was happy to be in this situation. Logan's tongue swirls along Wade's own with a growing hunger. Wade feels a hand wrapped over his cock as he jerks off Logan. 

Wade's hand tightened his grip on the cock in his hand, which got a pleased moan from Logan. Wade shifts closer a bit before using his hand to jerk them off at the same time taking over. Their cocks rubbed against one other as Wade's hand was over the top of Logan's. So he could be the one controlling the speed and tightness of their strokes. 

They both let out moans that they tried to hush with lustful kisses. Their cocks twitch against each other as they start to get closer. Logan huffs and he tries his best to keep himself from spilling his load, he can't be looking like some submissive slut that likes this kinda stuff. Wade uses his thumb to circle Logan's tip and he lets out an almost whorish sound that was muffed between Wade's lips and he smirked against the kiss. 

“If you say anything I'll stab you” Logan glared but it was interrupted by another moan even Wade pressed in Logan's tip harder.

“I am so gonna top you,”  he said quietly and got stabbed for it like promised.  Logan retracts his claws from Wade's thigh.  

“Worth it” 

“Who said anything about either of those things happening!”  He tried to be angry but the feeling of their dicks rubbing against one another was distracting. Their precum mixes for just enough lubricant to have little painful friction.

“I can see it in your eyes, there yelling ‘fuck me fuck me’ You're basically begging me to get you pregnant and I'll do my best for you Wolvie”  Logan was appalled and at a loss for words from the audacity that can from the statement out of Wade's mouth.  

He would have done something violent if his cock was throbbing Into `reaching orgasm.  He would have definitely killed him then in there his mind wasn't getting a bit fuzzy. Logan closes his eyes as he moans with his cock twitching against Wade's, that also twitching dick as they were now both tittering on the edge of climax. Wade let out a groan and he tightened his grip on them, adding the domino needed for their orgasm. 

Logan doesn't know how much cum had come spewing out of him, which causes him to fall against Wade. Their cum covers both of their dicks and hands, Wade lets out a moan of his own as his cum mixes with Logan's. Adding to the layer of white sticky warmth, they let out breathy pants. They look up at each other, red in the face and cum covering their hands and cocks. Their heads fall against each other as they collect their breaths. That was until Logan got pulled onto his back and Wade moved closer while giggling.  

Wade takes his tongue along Logan's body and gives his titties a couple of sucks. His head gets lower and lower until he was right in front of Logan's cock that was trying to reawaken for more action.  He licks up the cum from off his body, running his hot tongue on Logan's  cock.  He runs his tongue along the head of his cock and sucks on it slowly, getting it back to life. Wade could taste their semen that were mixed together and the saltiness of Logan's skin. 

“Bit salty their bud, hope this doesn't affect my cholesterol” he chuckled as he moved lower to Logan's hole, effectively silencing any comment he was most likely going to throw out. A shaky breath comes out of him as he falls back on the chair.  Wade was circling Logan's hole and lazily stroking his cock, and getting plenty of pretty sounds.  

“Oh shit” Logan cursed, as his chest heaved. He was tense when he felt a finger go inside him. Wade had pushed his finger into Logan's tight hole.  

“Well don't do, that not into that-  but do loosen up before you take my finger As a souvenir.”  He was working on trusting his finger slowly, trying to get it in deeper. Logan let out a groan as he settled down. Wade takes this moment to add a second finger as he thrusts up into Logan. He let out a light moan. Wade pushed his finger in deeper feeling around waiting for a response he found what he was looking fas Wade pushed his fingers even deeper pushing against Logan's walls. 

He was holding Logan's legs apart as he thrust his fingers in and out of the other man and tightened his grip on his cock.  His eyes widen as Wade starts to hit his spot over and over causing him to almost cum on the spot. Logan Catches his breath to calm down.  That's when Wade slowly pulls out, much to the frustration of Logan but he wouldn't say anything about it for his dignity's sake.  

“Loganussy come to Papa,” Wade said, in a sing-songy tone as he rubbed his hands together mischievously before grabbing his cock to line himself up with Logan's entrance. 

He slid the tip in and moved to give Logan a light slap on the lower thigh. Logan rolled his eyes and kissed his teeth as he adjusted to being stretched. It was uncomfortable, but not terrible, and just at the entrance it already felt good. Once he started to move he was deciding on what pace to pick. 

His pace was slow, and Logan felt like it was only getting slower. Logan gets more frustrated at Wade's painfully slow pace. Logan let out a groan that could pass as a growl. 

“Growling won't get me to move any faster honey badger. “ He was leaning over Logan as he kept moving slowly. 

“Move faster or I'll kill you” Logan commanded roughly as he looked away from Wade with a bashful expression. But his claws were out and ready for strikes.

“This is no way to talk to your lover but your signs of affection are so hot” Wade let out a moan as he started to pick up the pace. 

“I'm not your fuckin’ Lover,”  He hissed, out with a frown.

“I'll make you love me!” He tightened His grip on his hips, bending Logan over a bit as he thrusts harder and faster.  Logan bit his lip to hold back the wave of pleasure that Was hitting from the new angle. About every other thrust would be hitting his prostate and his cock twitched with energy. Logan was panting and huffing as Wade had him arched up into his thrust.  Wade was yelling in his head over and over again about getting Logan pregnant which most likely added to the aggression of Wade's thrust.  

When he heard light quiet moans he started going fast. Gaining louder moans with constant encouragement. They went at this until Wade grabbed Logan's other leg putting it on his other shoulder. He pulled almost out before slamming back in, making Logan quiver out loud a moan. He was aggressively pounding into Logan. Wade grabs Logan's cock and starts stroking him again in a match to his thrust.  

“Fuck” Wade let out a moan as he gets closers to climax. Logan also lets out a pant, as he gets closer as well. He could feel himself getting closer again and he could feel.

Wade moved at a more sloppier pace as he was about to cum. Logan wrapped his legs around as he thrust into Logan. Wade let out a heavy groan before cumming inside Logan. They both collapsed as they were on each other when they collapsed.  Wade gets up and pulls away and out of logan.  He moved to pat Logan's chest as he stepped out of the car. 

“Deadclaws Canon baby!” Deadpool skipped around the Odyssey and clapped his hands together. Still wearing nothing but his mask.

[slut-for-a-good-latte]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Deadpool (Movieverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson, Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies) & Wade Wilson Characters: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Wade Wilson, Blind Al (Deadpool) Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Nightmares, Psychic Bond, the time ripper made things wonky for them ok, sort of out of body experiences?, Gratuitous Smut, Hand Jobs, Submissive Wolverine, Sort Of, Praise Kink, Logan | Worst Wolverine Has a Praise Kink (Deadpool Movies), Blood and Injury, I mean, obviously, the claws come out folks, but in a hot way, Logan | Worst Wolverine Needs a Hug (Deadpool Movies), Purring Summary:

It’s getting harder to tell where he ends and Wade begins, Logan thinks. Since the Time Ripper incident, it’s all sort of — mushed together.

There’s trauma bonding. And then there’s whatever the fuck they have going on.