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icarusredwings · 25 days ago

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Bark like you want it

Pt 1

People were asking how the red collar works and I wanted to put in some tailed wolvie so here ya go.

Poolverinessa (mentions of NightWolves)

Finding home au (+tail au)

NSFW, a lot of pet play, ethical non monogamy (done properly), bratty logan, hand job, collared and leashed Logan, dommy mommy Ness

Being dropped off at the apartment, Logan waves goodbye to his priest friend, yawning a bit as he struggles to unlock the door with his keys. This is until he finds that it was unlocked already.

Coming through the door, he was a bit suprised to see them still awake. It was a little after 2 am and he was sure they'd be asleep by now.

Here, on the couch was Vanessa, her hair messy, only wearing panties and one of Wade's graphic tees. Wade himself had been smoking a cigarette with his arm around her, in nothing but some of Logan's pajama pants. Both of them had been watching some baking reality tv show and talking with various toys and bottles spread out over the coffee table and couch.

"Yeah he does this really cute thing where he-" Wade stops talking, turning to face the door with a big smile. "There's our big boy!! You have fun dicking down that priest?"

Vanessa snickers a little, sitting up to put her drink on a coaster. "Wait you didn't tell me about that."

Wade gasps, looking to her like gossiping with one of his besties, except she was the ultimate bestie. "Oh M Gee! I didn't? Okay so you know that blue guy from the Christmas party?"

She nods, about to get juicy news. "The one that was drunk and sitting on the counter while talking funny?"

"Yes! That's Kurt, he's like a german cat thing-"

Logan tilts his head, blinking with a soft frown of embaressment, scoffing. "He is not. He's got angel blood or.. somethin." He shrugs, putting his bag down and begining to unpack, putting his clothes in the laundry as he listened.

"Okay what ever, same thing, angel cat thing. Well he's a priest."

Vanessa gasps. "Loooaaggiee!"

"A Catholic one!!" Wade points out, putting his finger up in a 'matter of fact'ly type way.

"And Logan fucks him like once every two full moons or some spiritual ritual thing." He waves a hand, pulling her closer to his chest.

"Spiritual pussy cat."

"Hey, How I choose to cleanse my soul by confession is my choice and no ones buisness but god and I's." Logan smirks playfully.

Wade giggles. "Did Father Wagner tell you to say that?"

But he didn't awnser, just blushing more, storming off into the bathroom to shower.

"Oh, he so did." Vanessa smirks, Wade nodding in agreement. "A thousand percent."

Once Logan returns from the bathroom, Wade and Vanessa were still on the couch, except they were staring at him with a devlish look. Logan blinks, swallowing before crossing his bare chest with his hand as if trying to ward off their evilness. To make things worse, he had only put on his grey sweats, his tail hanging out the back as the pants dipped down to his hips. He had been planning on going to bed... guess not anymore.

"Oh boy...what do you two want?"

They glance at each other, smiles widdening. "Weeeeelllll.. we were hoping.." Vanessa started, shifting to scoot over to the otherside of the couch.

"You have any energy in the tank to play with us?" It's a simple question really. Wade even pats the seat between them, making it more clear what they wanted.

"It's okay if not." V states.

"Yeah, we know you're old and can't hang with us cool young people." Wade mutters, looking at his nails all bitchy.

Logan gives a playful scowl, though the face changed to thinking when the playfulness in his eyes lit up, telling Logan that he was excited just from the single glare alone. His tail began to wag, just the smallest of wiggles.

"That depends what you had in mind." He states, leaning against the hallway wall.

"We were thinkin maybe you could wear your red collar?" Vanessa asks.

"Yeah? And what else?"

"Fuck us? Duh." Wade mutters, now holding his arms out, doing grabby hands.

"Now come're and give me kisses! The contract says I get them when ever I want!"

Logan scoffs, shaking his head softly with a grin. Ah yes. The contract. Aka their marriage certificate tht hung proudly in a cracked frame above the wall of Polaroids that Wade took of all their friends and them, their family and of themselves. The ones with Vanessa were still up there too, many of Morph, Kurt, Laura, Puppins, Al, and several of parties over the years. Ones of their wedding surrounded the certificate, reminding them daily about how loved each of them were.

"I don't knoowwww. Are you gonna give a dog a bone or is this a good doggy, no bone situation?" Logan asks, finally coming to sit between them, leaning over to let Wade hold his cheeks, kissing him lovingly. I mean, this is his husband afterall.

"You want a metaphotical bone or?" Wade asks, pulling away with a happy smirk. "Mmh. You taste like wine."

"The older the better." V interjects, Making Wade laugh. "You know, I say that all the time and constantly he tells me-"

"I'm not fine wine, I'm barrel whiskey."

"Yeah that."

Logan thinks for a moment. "You know.. I wouldn't mind a steak."

"D'awww my big boy wants a steak? How big?"

He squeezes himself under his arm, laying on his chest, hand going down his abdomen to rub his stomach.

Vanessa soon follows suit, but instead scratched his beard and his chin. "You gotta be a good boy though, Lolo. Or no steak for youu." She teases.

Laying his head back, his arms wrapped around the both of them, already feeling himself slip into that headspace. Man.. he might not have the need for a refractory period but attacking him with such soft kisses and sweet touches when he just came home from something similar was plan cruel.

If he wished to complain, he'd say things like "I'm too old for this" and "I just got my soul washed of its sins and here you are."

But Logan didn't complain. He couldn't, really. It was a nice suprised to return too, the warm hands touching him in a way that made his heart burst with fire and affection.

Wade's hand slips inside of his sweats, palming his hand at the already reoccuring bulge only to smirk. "No undies? Oh you nasty dog you."

His grip tightens around them both, trying to focus on his breathing while Vanessa tries to mark up and down his jaw and neck, holding him so delicately between her fingers.

"Shit... go get my collar." He mumbles, feeling Wade pull away. "Yaaayy!! Okay!-Oh. And V, That's my husband. Hands above the belt miss ma'am. I'm watching you." It may have seemed like a warning but the wink he gave her made Logan nervous and blushy. He had been stuck in the middle of their own sick little games.

"You aint gotta worry about little ol me." She coes, batting her lashes, but the moment Wade wallks away, she runs her hand down to his thigh, sitting up on her knees with a grin.

"Can I touch you?" It's a soft ask, a whisper into his ear with a look that makes him laugh, snorting a bit. "Sure."

Ridiculous. Not even seconds. God they would be the death of him.

"Ssooo, How'd it go?" She asks, putting a hand on his shoulder, the other dipping under the metaphotical belt, giving a little squeeze.

"Eh.. it was f-Fine."

"Just fine?" She tsked.

"I-i meant great. Yeah.. great."

"Tell me about it." She says, leaning her chin on his shoulder, litsening to each breath as if it would be his last.

Logan swallows. "I.. it was fun."

"Oh? Was it now?"

"Mmmhm" It's a low whine of agreement, looking at the hall waiting for Wade to return with his collar.

"Use your words, Logan." She whispers into his ear, liking the little moments in which he could embaress him all she pleased in such a serious tone. She wanted him to tell him all the little details that he enjoyed so much, why he came home at 2 am, and if this Kurt charater had taken proper care of him.

"Did he kiss you? Yeah? How much? Ooh that's quite a bit. Did he hold you?"

The quiet, flustard mutters of agreement and small one word awnsers was all he had to give her at the moment as her acrylics dragged up his tip.

"Yes." He spits out, Like he would forget how to speak entirely if he didn't.

"Oh? Good. Did he feed you your dog chow? Hm? Were you a good boy for him?" The more she asks, the more he vividly remembers, blushing deeply as he tries not to buck into her hand.

Vanessa was one of those people that could fold him so quickly, he understood perfectly why Wade loved her so much. It was easy to become intoxicated by the teasing, her soft voice and how well she handled you. It was never the same, a different treatment for different people. She would pet Logan for hours if he let her, slowly stroking and forcing him to cough up words until he snapped.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"H-he fed me." He mutters, putting his head back as Vanessa squeezed again, getting him ready to play. They would do this. Take turns getting him all hot and hard. And it's not like he minded, but Ness did squeeze a bit hard at times.. he kinda liked it. God he was a fucking weirdo.

She let him catch his breath, humming innocently as she waited for him to talk. "He-.. w-We had wine and... Oh, god.."

"Annnd?" She kisses his cheek, a bittersweet apology.

"And veggie burgers...h-he can't eat meat on fridays.."

"That's ironic." She giggles, making him blush more. "Shut up.. that's what Wade says.."

"Mmmh. What else?"

"Cheese.. and bread. He's so weird about fuckin bread."

He had just got done playing with a Catholic Priest and now here he was, getting teased by his husband's fiance. What a weird world this was.

But Logan would gnaw off his own leg then go back to his universe. Where everyone hated him and he hadn't got any tail in a little over a decade. Even then, it was a prostitute. Made him pay for the bed sheets too. Didn't even let him stay the night. It felt terrible.

Funny how things went, huh? Now here, a retired prostitute and possible one of the most legendary strippers of all time was on his smelly and broken pull out couch, scratching his foreskin and trying to pop his balls. Literally. If she was any rougher he'd have to shove her away, but it was perfect. Everything she could possibly do to him was hand crafted and fit to his liking.

The club had no idea what they lost when Vanessa quit and got that desk job instead. They were so proud of her. Insanely proud. Wade was proud of her for just existing though at this point, always so excited to see her, bringing her flowers and non stop talking about how nice her apartment was and joking about how he might ditch this place and move in with her, only for V to tell him that he'd wreck the place within a week. (This, of course was probably true)

Giggling, she smiles. "Yeah? I heard Germans are pretty serious about their bread."

"They are! He won't let me even eat bread if theres not grains in it and shit."

"Oh yeah? How's he on sausage?" She coes, hand wrapping around to pump a few times before pulling away, licking her fingers. This was how their little games went. The moment he bucked, she'd stop. Real bitch of a game, that's for sure..

A soft grunt comes from him as he shakes his head, shifting to spread his legs a bit more.

"You.. are nasty."

"Says the one who eats an ass full of cancer." She purrs, giving him another kiss. "Im glad he makes you happy, Logan."

Closing his eyes for the quick smooch, he hums, hearing the click of their bedroom door. "Wade would kill him if not."

Vanessa's eyes do a thing that said 'Yeahhh he does that' as if she herself has had the experience of being gifted pictures of a dead ex or a toxic client who wouldn't stop harrassing her.

Wade was just about as sweet as a paring knife. At first you think he can't do much damage, bringing you freshly, juicy cut figs and peaches, pears. Obviously. But he could just as quickly stab you in the juggular and lick the knife clean of your blood while you gush out into the floor and the last thing you see as your vision blurs is him giggling hysterically and a flash of a throw away camrea.

Just as Wade came back in he grins. "Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, honey?"

"Hm, let me check." He says, sarcastically pulling the elastic band up, looking at it then turned to Ness. "Definitely not a banana." She tells him.

"Ooh let me see!" Rushing oved he plops down on the couch next to him, looking too. "I'm no doctor but.. thats definitely not a banana."

The three laugh and giggle as Logan tilts his head up, letting Wade clip the red kink collar onto him. "There."

"Bad dog?" Vanessa asks, reading the tag of the collar. "Ooh, You're not a bad dog, are you?"

"Oh, yes he is. He has a humping problem." Wade says, shifting to turn his face towards him, kissing him deeply after spitting on his hand, slipping it back to where it already once was. Slowly, he pulls every few moments, working up the speed as things drawn on. He wanted him ready. Logan was already hard as a rock but he wanted to give him a bit of a tease too.

It was only fair.

Groaning into his mouth, his arms go back around them both, making a whine when Vanessa pulls his D ring away, to face her instead, her hand rubbing over his chest a way she knew drove him crazy. "No, he's not. He's a good boy. Ain'tcha, puppy? You want mommy to fuck you senseless? Hm?" She pulls away inbetween kisses to whisper such things, lips hovering as she teases him further, groping his chest some.

Whimpering, Logan's breath hitches, trying hard not to buck into his husband's hand, but can't hold much longer. His tail, stuffed into the cushion of the couch wiggles on its own when Wade jerks his collar back the other way, stealing him mid kiss. It makes Ness give him a playful glare, only to smirk in competition. She enjoyed it greatly. Wade knew this.

"You're a bad boy, aren't you? Just a stupid mutt, huh? Ooh, but it's not your fault, Noo you're just a puppy huh? You wanna be a good boy but you can't. It's not your fault you're feral, oh no its not. Some meanie men made you this way, didn't they? Made you wanna be bad and bite, huh?" Half way through, he had switched to baby talk, a gushy, mushy sound of tone that made Logan's tail wag more, gritting his teeth, nodding or shaking his head to corespond with what ever he was saying.

Fuck- he couldn't do this. He couldn't hold on.

Bucking his hips, Logan gasps, hands trying to come to hold Wade's hand here, to fuck into it like a toy, but V jerks his collar back towards her.

"Ah ah! Leave it!" She says, harsh and quick like she would if Puppins was trying to eat one of Wade's non toxic body safe pink dildos.

And of course he listens. How could he not? The sharp tone and her eyes, cat eyes that he should be terrified of, but he's not. Oh they're so gorgeous. So dangerous. V could tell him to get off the couch and go drink out of puppins water bowl and he probably would. As long as he got his bone.

His tail stops wagging behind him as he lets go of Wade's hand.

"Off. No bad dogs on the couch!" She scolds him. Within a second he's on his floor, hands and knees as he sits here, the outline of his hardness more hidden but clearly more worked up.

"You too. Off."

Without a question, Wade is not on the floor too, wiggling with excitment. Coming to put his hands up on the couch, he pants for her in a way that even embaresses Logan. It's hot. Really, it is but Wade was always too quick to humiliate himself for her.

Her hand comes to his head, petting him. "Good boy. Lay down." And so he does, laying down and even began to nudge at her feet. Vanessa smirks a bit. "Roll over."

Again, not even a second later he was on his back, hands up and knees bent to where his feet touched the floor.

"Good booyy~" she coes, letting her foot cassually rub against his stomach and then lower, grazing at the lump in his fluffy flannel pj pants.

Logan watches as this all happens, perhaps in just seconds. He's unsure. What he is sure about though is how embaressed he was for his husband, hearing him groan at the socked touches. He blinks a bit, looking up to Vanessa with a type of fear in her eyes that only lights a fire in her.

Tossing him a couch pillow, she smiles, innocent but all teeth, her eyes dark with sadistic pleasure. "Logan. Be a good boy. Hump it."

Swallowing, he looks at the pillow and then to her. "W-what?"

"I said, Fuck that pillow. Show mommy what you're gonna do to her."

"Oh, Ness, that's just cruel." The dog on his back says, only to be kicked lightly.

"Quiet! Dog's don't talk."

Staring at the pillow, Logan whines at her, his face beat red as he slowly pulls the pillow close, putting it in position before glancing up at her to see if this is what she wanted.

"Good boooy." Its a sing songy voice that makes him give her a guilty smile, tail wiggling from the praise. "Now fuck it. Just like how you would, Wade. Come on. Show mommy whatna good boy you are and maybe ill let you have some ass." She says, pulling Wade up by his own collar, turning him around, tugging down the pants and slapped his ass. Wade yipped a little from both arousal and surprise. This was the fun bit about letting Vanessa take charge. He shut off his brain, letting her do what ever she pleased with him.

Blushing more, Logan is hesitant, eyes flickering from Wade's now wiggly ass to the pillow. Closing his eyes, he tries not to think about it being embaressing, rather as behaving. Being a good boy for her. That seemed to be the agenda for tonight.

Though... He had other plans.

Taking the pillow into his mouth, he shook it, growling and then spit it out, giving a defiant look. One that said 'make me'. One that Ness knew well and was quite fond of. Her brow raised.

"Logan. You will obey me. Now fetch." She points to the pillow across the room, her foot stopping on Wade as he rolls back over, sitting up as he watches the tension build between them, internally squealing. Oooh, this would be fun to watch. Things were about to get good.

Lowering his head to her, He snarls.

"Oh, Don't you dare-"

Deliberately he sits down, hard, not fetching at all. Instead he lays down with a pout, turning his head to ignore her.

"So that's how it's going to be.. Wade. Fetch." She tells him, standing as Wade quickly crawls over, taking the pillow into his mouth and brought it back to Logan. Dropping it next to him, he's quick to try to lick Logan's face, giggling a bit. Blushing, His tail wags, but hes trying to keep his bad dog persona up, sitting up, snapping at him.

Just before he could land a bite on Wade, Vanessa leashes him, jerking him away from Wade, who was honestly a little disappointed. He liked being bit, esspecially when Logan was putting on his "bad boy" front.

Girls didn't take the bad boys home.

But Wade did. Infact he prefered them.

And maybe it was just the wrong girls, cause Vanessa would definitely adopt this doggy. Besides, he needed trained.

Leaning down, face level to him, Logan snarls at her but she dosn't budge.

"You'll learn to behave. Whether you like it or not. Cause if theres one thing I know, You can't break this bitch. Now sit."