#fem poolverine

[lamemeduturfu]

this is very weird actually sorry

and this

poor peanut

as you can see i invented nothing this is absolutely canon

[imnormal445]

More homo lady poolverine 😏 (plus genderswapped blind al)

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

logans claws coming out as he orgasms and he has our hands above our head

I usually don't write smut but I did try lol lmk if you enjoy! If you did please comment and reblog! Lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist and request are open!!

Logan held your hands above your head as his hips rolled against yours. His pace frequently changed between frantically snapping his hips, chasing his high, and then slowly, teasingly thrusts into you as he mocked your whines.

He told you before you guys started to not to his your tits and especially do not touch his your pussy "only I get to touch, ain't that right princess", but you just wouldn't listen so he moved his hands from your hips and the headboard of the bed to your wrists and that's where he was anchoring himself as he got lost in your warmth.

His head is nuzzled into your neck, he can feel his eyes roll back far into his skull as your scent flood his senses " fuck m'gonna cum princess i just fuck-" his voice is muffled but you can hear it clearly, you squirm trying to get out of his grip but the more you squirm the tighter his hold gets.

Moans pour from his lips when he feels you tighten around him, he nearly screams out as you cum around his cock for the third time that night. Before he could warn you that he was going to cum, he already was.

Your eyes widen when you catch a glimpse of silver from the corner of your eye, and you stutter his name "L-Logan?" He hums with his eyes close. He can't bring himself to pull out just yet, let alone move off of you. He can't remember the last time he came that hard, if he ever had before. "Give me a second darlin" he mumbled and as he goes to kiss the bruising skin of your neck he can feel the familiar sensation of discomfort coming from his knuckles and that makes him jump off of you faster than you could blink.

This never happened to him before. He was always hyper aware when it came to his claws when they were close to you or any past partners. He looked over to you, and you can see his eyes scan your body quickly. As he is trying to find any damage that could've come from his mutation, it felt like he couldn't breathe. When he sees that the only marks on your body are made from his mouth, his heart starts to beat once again. You open your arms, fake a pout and motion to him to come back to your shared bed, "come back pretty." his entire being seems to relax, and he allows himself to fall back into your arms.

"Give me ten, and I'll go make us food princess," he says as your hands begin to draw shapes on his back. "I'm okay with staying here for as long as you need pretty boy." You kiss his head, and he nuzzles back into your neck before resuming what he was doing before noticing that the claws ever came out. His heart soars as he hears your giggles and your protest of his kisses because his beard is just tickling you "too much."

Taglist: @mahi-tamashi @100percentlazybonez @lanassmarty @misscrissfemmefatale

[softfem-dom]

okay so I know my brain is fucking horrenduous for coming up with something so damn angsty but.

just hear me out.

Deadpool and Wolverine setting. Deadpool has a little sidekick, a teenager, and that's reader.

And then, you know, the Deadpool variant army scene happens. And it's not Peter. It's Ladypool breathing out "holy shit" and Kidpool screaming "that is fucking y/n!" while pointing at you.

And suddenly all weapons are on the ground, and Wade & Logan are just staring as nearly over 100 Deadpools surround you and start fussing over you.

Like full on grabbing you by the cheeks, pulling on your sleeves and checking for damage, asking a million questions about how you feel(something no Deadpool does very often). Full on crying down a river, Kidpool wailing and Dogpool whining and whimpering. Apologising a million times.

because, it turns out that Like Batman with Robin. Deadpool has a y/n in every universe.

But, sadly enough, all of them are dead by their own hand. Suicide. And he is the only Deadpool that still has his y/n, and he doesn't even know for how long.

FIRST PART OF THE FIC!

[darknight3904]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨. 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳��𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 & 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 (2024).

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦. 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 18+

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 26𝘬+

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ - 18+

𝘌𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴:

ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʏᴇᴛ?

ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛʙᴜꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ

ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱʜ

ᴊᴜɴᴏ - 18+

[darnell-la]

Just a little request okay so picture this, logans hitting it from thr back right, with wade in front of on the bed with his legs spread. she's sucking his cock, but logan, all mean with it, gets impatient and shoves her head down all the way on wades dick, and keeps it there as he fucks her. wade is obviously turned on, a little shocked, and asks if she's okay. logan says "yeah she's fine, i trained her throat for this"

note: oh, we gettin’ nasty… we genuinely feel like Logan would share y/n with Wade for his pleasure…

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“You’re such a tease, y/n. Fuck!” Wade stressed as y/n slowly stroked his cock, watching pre cum leak from the tip. “C’mon, Bub — Don’t keep the man waiting. You know he’s been waitin’ a while for this,” Logan said, but that was why she took her time.

“Be patient boys,” y/n said before leaning down to suck on the man's balls, causing her back to arch. Wade had a great view of the woman. Logan as well, but he was getting irritated with his girl.

Logan had tried fucking her a bit harder, telling her to suck the man off like he demanded a few minutes ago, but she continued to take her time.

“Don’t make me tell you again, princess,” Logan said, hands gripping the girl's ass cheek to intimidate her, but all that did was make her moan, sending vibrations through Wade’s balls.

“F-Fuckin’ hell, peanuts. Please, just- just fuckin’ put it in,” the man stuttered, feeling an orgasm near and she hadn’t even sucked his cock.

“Alright, I’ve had enough,” Logan said as he bent over and grabbed a full hand off Y/n’s hair. The man pulled the young lady up before pushing her down on Wade’s cock, forcing Wade’s length to push through her mouth.

“Holy shit!” The man groaned as he gripped the sheets, finally feeling whole. Y/n cried out to Logan, but they were muffled.

“Shit, man, I-I think that’s too much for her,” Wade said as he looked at the view of y/n gagging on his cock. He loved the way she looked, falling in love with her glossy eyes, but he wanted to make sure she was fine.

“You good, peanut?” Wade struggled to ask. “Yeah, she’s done. I trained her for this,” Logan admitted, still pounding into his girl from the back. He never slowed down, he only sped up, making sure she knew she was in trouble for misbehaving for company.

“Fuck — Are you sure?” Wade asked as Logan forced the poor girl to bob her head, repeatedly taking in Wade’s long and thick length with no breaks.

“Yep, and she better be glad we have company. That shit she tried pullin’ doesn’t work when we’re alone. I’ll remind her about that later,”

Y/n whined, making sure Logan knew she was sorry, but that only made Wade buck his hips and throw his head back.

“S-Shit, I’m close,” Wade said, making Logan smirk down at the girl. Even though she couldn’t see her boyfriend, she could feel the look he was giving her.

“You hear that, Bub? Wade’s gonna cum. You gonna take it like I thought you too?” He asked as y/n’s hands rested on Wade’s abs, trying to keep herself up and slightly stop Logan from his rough acts.

“Mhm hm!” Y/n answered, slightly scratching the man’s stomach beneath her. “Good girl,” Logan said as he roughly brought a hand down on her ass.

That was the last vibration Wade could take before he shot in the girl's mouth. Logan pushed y/n’s head down, forcing Wade’s seed to spill down their throat and she fought for air.

“Fuuuuck,” Wade fully laid down on the bed, taking in how good she felt around him when he came. “You hear that, baby? He likes it. You make him feel so good,” Logan got off at the way Wade, another man felt from the effect of his girlfriend.

“So fuckin’ good for me, baby. Always quick to let me try new things out — Gotta do this more often — Gonna cum faster than usual,”

And he didn’t lie. A few pumps and he was spilling inside of y/n, filling her with a loud groan he wouldn’t dare keep back.

[belushiii]

Lesbeanz

[reidingandwriting]

Somebody’s Watching Me > w.w. & l.h.

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairings: Logan Howlett (Worst!Wolverine) x Reader x Wade Wilson (the boys are getting closer!)

Warnings: Fem!reader (minimal use of pronouns, no descriptors), being followed, mild injury, typical use of language for Deadpool universe, likely a little OOC characters but that’s fanfic for ya babes!

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I can walk home myself, Wade. I promise I’ll be fine, you thought bitterly as you ducked into a convenience store. You once again called Wade as you busied yourself looking at the boxes of cereal, grateful for the few others in the aisle to be a buffer from the man who had been following you since you were at work.

“Call me whenever, cupcake,” you mimicked the merc. You sent him a few more texts, following the couple in the store to the next aisle. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, the predatory gaze of the man sending chills down your spine. You searched the store, grateful when you saw a bathroom to hide in, and you rushed in. You locked the stall, dialing Wade’s number one more time. You cursed when you got his voicemail again, hands shaking as you left another voicemail.

“I may strangle you when you finally show up, but I really need your help, Wade. I’m at the convenience store on Fifth, would be great if you could come by. I’m sorry for not letting you walk me home, but I’d like to redeem that offer please.” Your voice shook and you felt your eyes begin to water. “I’m being followed, and I’m scared.” The voicemail beeped as it ended, and you leaned against the wall.

You looked at your phone. You had a little bit of charge left and you dialed a number with shaky hands. The first ring passed, then the second. You let out a sob of relief when you heard the gruff voice of Logan answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Logan! Oh thank fuck.” A choked sob left your lips and you heard rustling from the other side of the phone.

“Bub, what’s happening? Where are you?” You could hear the concern in his voice, and you heard the familiar sound of his door opening and closing.

“At the convenience store on Fifth by the diner. In the bathroom. I, I tried calling Wade, he’s not answering.” You let out a shaky breath. “‘m so glad you answered.”

“Always,” Logan’s voice turned soft before he cleared his throat. “I’m five minutes out. Stay where-“

“Logan?” You pulled your phone from your ear, being greeted by a black screen. Shit! You froze when you heard heavy footsteps. The steps stopped outside your door and you saw the muddy brown boots from the guy following you.

“Come on and open the door, sweetheart. Been wanting to talk to you all night. Was awful rude, ignoring me at work today when I was trying to just be nice and talk.” His words slurred as his fist pounded on the door. You didn’t say anything, flinching back when the door rattled as he tried to open it. “I know you’re in there, you stupid bitch. So do me a favor, and go on and open the door.” The door continued to rattle and you looked around. You could climb your way out and hopefully jump down and run out before he grabbed you, if he was drunk enough.

The bolts on the door creaked and you scrambled on top of the toilet seat; well, at least you didn’t really like these shoes anyways. You jumped and grabbed the top of the next stall door right as the door was ripped open and you heaved yourself up, narrowly avoiding the hand that reached for your ankle. You jumped down, wincing at the pain in your ankle but ignored it, rushing for the door. A hand clamped down on your arm and you screamed, swinging and your fist collided with his nose.

“Fuck! Oh, you’re dead, you fucking bitch.” You shifted your weight, preparing to kick the shit out of the fucker when the door swung open. Logan stood in the doorway, and you almost fell to the floor in relief when you saw him. He was menacing as he stalked forward, arm outstretched and his claws extended, stopping millimeters from the man’s jugular. “Holy fucking shit! I-I didn’t know she was with you, I’ll, I’ll back off.”

Logan merely glared in response, maintaining eye contact as he spoke to you. “Are you hurt?” Logan stood between the two of you, a hand hovering over your hip and the other threatening the now shaking man in front of you.

“He grabbed me, but he didn’t hurt me. Hurt my ankle and my hand fighting back, but I’m okay.” You’re here now, you almost said, but you couldn’t get the words out. “I just wanna go home,” you whispered, almost pleading. Logan’s hand shifted down a bit and he moved closer, his voice low as he growled.

“Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind on killing you.” Logan waited until he was gone before he tucked his claws away and turned to look at you. “Bub..”

You threw yourself at Logan, wrapping your arms around him. Clinging to him, as if he was the only thing keeping you up. Granted, he kind of was with how your ankle throbbed, but that was irrelevant. The familiar woodsy smell of Logan soothed you and you felt your eyes begin to water as the adrenaline wore off.

“Come on, kid, let’s get you home. Let me know if I hurt you,” Logan said and you tilted your head.

“Hurt me? What are you- Logan?!” Logan had scooped you up, and positioned you to a piggy back position. “I can walk!”

“Humor me.” Logan huffed as he carried you out of the bathroom. “Scared the absolute shit out of me.” When your call dropped, Logan’s hurried walk turned into a downright sprint. He was worried for you, terrified he’d be too late. That you’d get hurt, that’d it would be his fault. He wanted to protect you, he yearned to be a sense of safety for you. You had called him. You trusted him, and he wanted to be worthy of that trust.

And as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, he finally felt himself begin to relax, knowing he had you. Your head rested on his shoulder, your breath fanning against his neck. “I’ll take care of your injuries when we get home,” Logan spoke again after a minute and you nodded, letting your eyes close.

“Thank you. For saving me.” You hesitated before pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder.

“Always will.” Not much later, you were in bed. Your ankle wrapped and elevated, a bag of ice settled on top, and Logan sat beside you. After some coaxing, he seemed to relax and he laid propped against your headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. You were close to him, legs brushing each other and you mirrored his position. Your head rested against his arm, your hand resting on top of his.

The gesture had Logan tense at first. His hands were a sensitive topic for him, with them only being used as weapons for the majority of his life. They weren’t gentle, quite the opposite really, roughed up with callouses, but it was like you were blind to it. Blind to what he’d done with his hands, blind to what he could do, as you traced circles on the skin, holding his hand so gently. Like he was delicate and not a killing machine.

“Will you stay tonight?” Your question startled him and he turned to look at you. “You don’t have to, but I. I’d like it if you did. You could stay on the couch if you prefer, or the spare room, or um, in here. With me. After how many times Wade has spent the night, I should have some pajamas or something for you. I think at least one pair of sweatpants are yours anyways, you know Wade.” You rambled when you got nervous, he noticed, and it was… oddly cute.

You mistook his silence as a rejection and you started to backtrack. “Don’t worry about it. You can head home, Lo, it’s-“

“I want to stay.” Logan cut you off and you ducked your head. Logan could hear the way your heart rate sped up and the slow breath you took to calm it down. “Wherever you’re comfortable with me.”

“You piggybacked me to my house, Wolvie. I don’t think you have to worry about how comfortable I am with you anymore,” your voice held a teasing lilt to it, but it was still soft. Gentle. Something Logan wasn’t used to. “Pajamas are in the spare room, right across the hall. In the first dresser drawer on the left, I believe.”

Logan nodded and excused himself before going across the hall. His hands trembled slightly as he changed and he willed his own racing heart to calm down. It was you. He liked you, he felt… as close to comfortable as he could be around you. As long as he ignored the weird feeling he got in his stomach whenever you smiled at him, or spoke softly to him, or- holy fuck, he had a crush on you. He was no better than a god damned schoolgirl. Logan exhaled, slowly and deeply. What the fuck.

He rejoined you a minute later and you were under the covers at this point, eyes lidded as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Get the light, please?” Logan turned your overhead light off, the room now being cast in a soft glow from the television. You held the blankets up, an invitation, and Logan got into bed with you. “Damn, you’re like a furnace.” You scooted closer to him, pausing as you looked up at him. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” Logan’s voice shook and he cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s fine.” You tucked yourself into Logan’s side and your eyes fluttered shut. “Comfortable, bub?”

“Mhm. Good pillow.” Logan chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, his hand resting on your side. His fingers splayed out across your hip and you let out a noise that sounded similar to a purr. “Thanks for staying with me. ‘ppreciate it.” Logan wanted to respond but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to the top of yours, hoping you understood him. Based on the responding smile and way your head moved to rest on his chest, you heard him.

-

Sun had just barely started to shine through your curtains the next morning when you woke up to incessant pounding at your door. Logan cursed as he pulled you closer, you grumbling under your breath as the knocking grew louder.

“Motherfucker!” You started to sit up but the grip on your waist tightened and you were gently pushed back to a laying position.

“I got it.” Logan huffed as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Are you expecting anyone?” You gave him an unimpressed look and he laughed before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You felt your cheeks warm as you hid your face behind the blankets, a wide smile on your face.

Logan walked to the front door, ready to tear into whoever was knocking at this downright ungodly hour, and he paused when he heard muffled yelling.

“Come on, I need you to open the door. I know you hear me! Your neighbors are already complaining so I know you can hear me, dude.” Fucking Wade. Logan ripped the door open, claws protruding slightly as he glared at the merc in front of him. He was dressed casually, a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie on, and Logan groaned as Wade’s eyes widened.

“Put the claws away, it’s just me. What are you doing here, peanut?”

“Was trying to sleep until someone started trying to tear the door down at ass o’clock.” Logan opened his mouth to say more, until he heard you start to walk down the hallway.

“Is that Wade?” You asked and Logan’s heart swelled in his chest when you appeared. Hair mussed with sleep, voice raspy from just being woken up, shirt hanging off one shoulder. Even though you’d just woken up, you were beautiful.

“Oh, sweetheart, what happened?” Wade frowned when he saw your wrapped ankle, and you subconsciously shifted behind Logan. Wade called your name, a question, before he looked at Logan.

“Was followed last night,” he said after a minute. “Got hurt trying to escape. Packed a mean punch, his nose looked fucked.” A surge of pride hit Logan and you tucked your head in between his shoulders.

“Hurt like shit,” you mumbled, but Logan felt your smile grow. “Called you a few times but you didn’t answer.”

Wade’s face fell as he took a seat on the couch. “Shit. I’m so fucking sorry. I, I had left my phone at the bar last night and I didn’t realize it. I got it back a few hours ago and charged it up, that’s when I got all your messages.” Wade’s gaze shifted to Logan. “Bet you’re glad I got you that phone now, huh?” His words may have been playful, but his voice was anything but. The gratitude was clear in his body language and Logan watched as you walked over to him.

You took a seat beside Wade and gently lifted his chin. He didn’t want to meet your eyes and you frowned. “Wade.” You softened your voice, your other hand resting on his knee. Eventually he did look at you and only then did you continue speaking. “It’s not your fault. Neither of yours.” You held eye contact, needing the words to sink in. “I’ve been trying to get him banned from the bar for weeks, but he’s never done anything like this before. There’s no way we could’ve known.” Wade opened his mouth to respond and you made an incorrect buzzer sound. “No way.”

Wade’s head dropped to rest on your shoulder, the tension melting out of him when you wrapped your arms around him. “I need to get you your own baby knife. And get myself one of those phone clips for my belt. Like a middle aged salesman.”

“Well,” you drawled and Wade made an offended noise.

“You’re lucky you have a boo boo, or I would’ve pushed you off the couch for that one.” Wade grumbled and you held him tighter. Forgiveness.

Logan watched the silent conversation you two had, hesitantly moving to sit beside you. You adjusted your position, leaving Wade on your right and Logan on your left.

“God I’m fucking tired. Ought to stab you with your own baby knife for waking me up this early.” Wade laughed and shrugged.

“Let’s fix it then. Uppies time.” You looked confused for a moment when Wade stood until he scooped you up bridal style. “Joining us, honey badger?” Wade didn’t wait for an answer before he started to walk to your bedroom.

“Fuck it,” Logan said, standing and following the two of you. Minutes later, the three of you somehow managed to fit in your bed. You obviously in the middle with one of them on either side of you. It was a little awkward, your positioning odd so you could cuddle with both men, but you were out like a light. Your first like a vice around Logan’s shirt and your legs entangled with Wade’s.

“What a life we have, huh?” Wade asked and Logan couldn’t help but agree. Minutes had passed, Wade almost asleep and Logan spoke up again, voice thick with sleep.

“Too bad it means I’m stuck with you for a while now.” Wade’s head snapped up, glaring at the brunette who let out a quiet laugh. The last thing Wade remembered before falling asleep, was the gentle nudge of Logan’s hand against his own and Wade fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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[twilights-stuff]

Ya'll ever think how funny it would be if Worst Wolverine and Butch Wolverine are the only ones in the entire multiverse of Wolverines to date a Deadpool?

[iamnotdeadyet]

THINKING ABOUT ....

~☆•°☆°•☆•°☆°•~

Toji who becomes such a manwhore if you show him any sign of being dominant. He will become more aggressive at first, but if you dont back down? 𝑶𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚.~

He 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 stop whatever he was doing-be that insulting something of yours or abusing your poor cunt with his veiny cock- and just fall to his knees.

If he wasn't hard before, he is now.

And it's such an arousing confusing sight, but once you catch the hint and press your foot on his leaking cock, he is a goner.

Dignity? What's that? Toji only knows how to moan and beg with how 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 it felt to have you bouncing on his cock with a hand around his neck. Your gummy walls that just seemed to get tighter as if to milk him dry-because that 𝘪𝘴 what you were doing. Orgasm after orgasm. Creampie after creampie. And whenever he tried whining about how sensitive he was, you just shut him up by shoving your tongue down his throat. And in the end...

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨!♥︎

♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎☆♥︎

iamnotdeadyet owns this

[lamemeduturfu]

feeding you again old woman yuri

Some hc about femWade's breast cancer :

NB : keep in mind that i has this idea without thinking of the medical expenses since wade lives in the fucking usa and i don't, excuse my frenchness (i also never wrote hc like this)

- has double breast cancer (how lucky)

-is approched by the recruiter from the workshop's weird experimental program as in canon

-she starts anyways a double mastectomy, (it can go to 55000 $??i'm going to ignore this) 1 breast/ tumor is removed, and before the surgery to remove the other one (actually after searches i think it happens in 1 operation but i didn't found enough articles clarifying this, and i need it to happens in 2 times from plot reasons), she gets scared (a bit late tho) about the potential risks/consequences of this surgery on her and on her relationship with Vanessa

-she escapes someway (she's a mercenary idk) and joins the workshop's experimentations, because "it seems more sure"

-the mutation thing happens, same as canon, and the regeneration still works with the cycle of cells continuously dying because she technically still has a tumor

-can't grow back the removed breast because the mutation happened after the surgery, so it's has it never existed first, and because i wanted an excuse to draw this look since it's cool asf

[castielsprostate]

the way wade wilson is pining after Death always gets me btw. she's unattainable to him, out of reach for eternity, he can come back from a single atom. so he's always one step behind them, knowing he can never be with him, knowing she is the only being he deserves to be with, which in turn kinda means no one.

but then there's logan. alive, breathing, nearly indestructible logan. the complete opposite of death. sitting next to him on the couch, or across from him at the table. alive. breathing. nearly immortal. and maybe wade thinks he still doesn't deserve it, but he let's it happen all the same

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

logan having reader sit on his lap and he teasingly starts to bounce his knee from where we’re sitting

A/N: The reader is a female and wearing a dress, this turned smutty.

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Logan always wanted you as close as possible. During family dinners, he made sure you had the sit next to him. When you came over for a movie night, he made sure you were next to him so you could cuddle into him and not have to be next to Wade. If there was ever a scenario where you had to sit, he wanted you by him.

Wade was having a little get-together with everyone, and you left to get more drinks after dinner. When you got back, you went to the kitchen and put all the drinks in the fridge before going back to sit with Logan only to discover your seat was taken. Oh, how awful... wherever will you sit? You looked over to Logan with a pout, and you were expecting to see him just shrug and not make a big deal of it, but you were met with his smirk. A faint blush dusted your cheeks seeing his smirk. You knew he was up to something.

You were killing him all night. You wore his favorite little dress. He always said it made you look even more like a princess. While you were gone, he decided that if you were going to tease him, he could do the same. Two can play this game, princess.

"Everything alright, princess?" He asked almost in a condensing way. "You know, Al was telling me about her latest bingo night. You should really come listen," he said, holding his arm out, waiting for you to walk into his arms. He waited until you were in arms reach before pulling you into his lap.

You fell into his lap with a quiet oof. It wasn't an uncomfortable fit, his lap was bigger than you realized and as you were sitting your mind started to wander 'how come you'd never sit on his lap before?' You leaned into his chest and got more comfortable. It was a really nice seat, his strong arms holding you, his scent surrounding you, it was comforting and as you listened to Al's story you felt yourself start to relax for the first time in a few weeks.

That was until you felt his hands begin to wander. Your body tensed up, and you didn't have to turn around to know he was smirking wider than before. That bastard knew what he was starting. "Relax darlin' ain't gonna bite...yet," he hums as he nudges your neck with his nose, taking pride in hearing how your heart skips a beat. "Beat you'd love that, wouldn't you? Love having me mark my girl, " he teases you as his leg starts to bounce.

"L-lo?" You muttered a little confused about what he was doing. He shushes you quietly. "Let me try something, darlin." You nodded and tried to focus on Al's story, but it was getting harder and harder as Logan started to move his leg a bit faster. He could smell how wet you were getting, not to mention feel it on his jeans. As you were moving against his leg you felt your clit rub against him more and more. Your mind was starting to get fuzzy, and all you could really focus on was him on you, one hand moving to your ass while the other stayed firmly on your hip, his lips traveling across the skin of your neck and your panties rubbing against his jeans. Fuck he was trying to kill you.

Just as you were about to cum his teeth caught your ear, you chocked on a moan making him tsk against you "gotta be quiet, don't want everyone to know you're such a slut for me"

You were trying to squirm out of his grasp and fight back your moans as you came on his leg. He cooed and praised you while kissing your neck, "Such a good girl for me, making such a pretty mess for me, princess." You fell against him thinking he'd give you a break, but as he continued moving you along his leg, you knew it was going to be a long night.

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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.

[darknight3904]

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘰

𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘖𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥…

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 & 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 (2024).

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦. 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 18+

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.9𝘬

𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 / 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 / 𝘔𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

It was an understatement to say Logan Howlett was good-looking. Every day waking up next to him was like an episode of America's, or well, Canada's next top model.

If there was a god up there, you wanted to thank them for whatever was in Logan's genetics, Even now, with messy hair and half awake, he was giving you butterflies.

"Quit starin', bub." Logan huffs as he brushes by you to get to the coffee maker.

You swore he was some alien from another planet. Seriously, how was he this hot?

Even at work, you found yourself daydreaming about him.

"Y'know, you're not paid to slack off." Matt huffed as he rearranged a shelf that some kid had messed up.

Your coworker's words had you groaning in annoyance. How could he be so inconsiderate? Interrupting your thoughts like that?

"The shop is literally empty!" You huff looking around at the little bookstore.

"Well, if I don't have a hot boyfriend to dream about, I don't see why you should get the privilege to." Matt grinned

"Whatever." You roll your eyes, "Not my fault he's the whole package."

Nearly a week had passed since you had gotten to have real alone time with Logan. Between work, running Laura around, and Wade's impromptu visits to your shared apartment, you and Logan hadn't seen much of each other.

Normally, you'd be able to accept this, after all life was busy. But, today it was like someone had lit a fire under you and the only way to put it out was with Logan in between your thighs.

Perhaps it was just because it was ovulation week, but all you could think about was getting home and pulling Logan into bed with you. God, you missed him so much...you were a ball of hormones and want as your mind wandered, imagining little versions of you and Logan running around the apartment, terrorizing Laura and Wade when he visited.

Friday night was often filled with stress, usually, you were sitting on uncomfortable metal bleachers, watching Laura's soccer games. But, this week was different, the game had been rained out and Laura had convinced you and Logan that she could sleep over at a friend's house.

The soft clink of keys had you turning towards the front door. Finally, Logan was home.

"I'm back." He announced as your cat, Jingle jumped from your lap to greet the man.

"Missed you." You smile as he plops down on the couch next to you, pressing his lips to your forehead briefly

"Wade kept me out longer than I thought he would." Logan says, "His fucking mouth is going to get him killed one day."

"If he could die." You snort

Logan lets out an amused scoff as he pulls you into his lap, eagerly pressing a kiss to your neck. His hands are a welcome weight as they settle on your hips, squeezing at the soft flesh there.

"Laura at her friends?" He asks with a coy smile

"Mmhm. Dropped her off myself." You say, wiggling your hips a bit in anticipation.

" Gonna take a shower," He says, "Meet me in the bedroom?"

You giggle and smile at the mischievous look on his face.

"Make it quick." You press a kiss on his cheek.

The scent of Logan's shampoo wafts down the hallway as you shimmy into something you've been keeping a secret for a few weeks. A lacy blue babydoll lingerie dress sits on your body as you quickly step into the matching thong it came with. You stand in front of the full-length mirror Logan hung on the back of the door to your shared bedroom.

You mess around with your hair, trying to find the perfect look, and then swipe on a strawberry-flavored gloss, one of Logan's favorites. You can't help but feel a bit giddy as you take in your appearance. Messy hair, shiny lips, and the perfect little number on your frame, you're sure to drive Logan even crazier than he already was for you.

The squeaking of the bathroom door's hinge's have you whirling around, unsure if you should lay on the bed, or perhaps sit on the edge.

You don't get a chance to make up your mind as Logan pushes the bedroom door open. A deep green towel is wrapped around his waist as your eyes greedily roam his perfect torso.

Logan sucks in a breath as he crosses the room to be closer to you. A big hand runs up your side, ghosting over your chest and then back down to land on your waist.

"Where'd you get this?" He smiles, eyes anywhere but your face.

"bought it a couple of weeks ago." You softly say, suddenly shy under his gaze, "Do you like it?"

"Love it." Logan smiles, meeting your eyes and letting the towel drop from his waist.

You let him push you down into the soft sheets of your shared bed, moaning a bit when his hands begin to wander.

Warm lips press against your neck, and then your collarbone, and then they begin to trail down to your chest. Logan's hands push the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders and his mouth begins to softly tease one of your nipples while one hand delivers feather-light touches over your panties to the mess between your legs.

Logan's mouth leaves your chest as he pulls you to the edge of the bed, letting his knees hit the ground as he gently pushes your legs apart. His hands pull your panties down and you hear a deep groan when the wet fabric finally hits the floor.

"Missed her," Logan says, pressing a miss to your upper thigh

You roll your eyes at his comment, he had recently taken up talking to your cunt, referring to it as her.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he buries his head between your thighs, licking up your slit and gently sucking at your clit.

"Ugh, Logan..." You groan, you're extra sensitive after a week apart.

Your hips jump off the bed when he slips two fingers into you, pressing at the spongy part that only he can reach.

"Fuck-" You gasp as he sucks at your clit again, this time rougher than the last.

Finally, this is what you needed, you groaned again as you pictured what was coming next. Your stomach tightened with need for release as your cunt wept and ruined the sheets below you. You were desperate for his cock, craving the way you knew it'd stretch you out, putting an end to the past week of torture.

Logan pushes your hips back down as your body goes taut and your orgasm takes over. Your hands tug at his soft brown hair as your chest heaves.

Logan presses a kiss to your clit one more time before sitting back, his eyes looking up at you.

"Not bad." You sigh, a dopey smile on your face

Logan lets out a scoff as he stands up and pulls you further up the bed with him. You greedily run your hands down his chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as your fingertips tease them.

"Greedy," Logan comments as you pull him on top of you

"Can't help it." You sigh, "I've missed you."

"I can tell. She's like a fucking waterpark down there." Logan laughs as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You're gross." You comment as you feel your face heat up

"Only for you," Logan says

You suppose you might've had a clever retort but the push of the cock that you had craved all week long has you shutting your mouth.

Logan's hips gently meet yours as he sets a slow pace. A quiet moan leaves his lips as you wiggle below him. The stretch of him is as good as you remember but you need more.

"Harder." You groan as he looks down at you

"Don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart," Logan says worriedly

You a frustrated breath tumbles from your lips as you wiggle your hips unhappily. Logan was always so considerate and gentle with you. Always taking his time and making sure you were okay. He was truly ethereal in the bedroom. But, right now he was driving you nuts.

Logan lets out a loud oof as you push him off you and down onto the bed. You can tell he's confused as you settle yourself into his lap and reach into the bedside drawer.

A smirk plays on his lips as a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs come into his line of sight.

"Those for you?" He asks, "Want me to tie you up, bub?"

You roll your eyes as he plays with the thin strap of the lingerie that had fallen off your shoulders.

"They're for you." You smile as you grab his wrists, pulling them behind his head so he's stuck to your bed frame.

Logan's smile falters a bit but he lets you maneuver his arms anyway, "I can break these, easily."

"But you won't." You whisper into his ear and bite at the flesh there

"But I won't." Logan softly says, his eyes following your figure

Warm butterflies swim in his stomach as you line him up with your cunt again. He's never tried this position with you before, fearing it might be too much, after all, he wasn't the smallest guy around.

A soft groan leaves your lips as you sink down on him again. He feels your nails dig into his shoulders a bit as his head falls back a bit.

"New position?" He asks, regaining his confidence when he sees you're not in pain

"Mmhm." You say, focused on moving your hips

Logan's eyes widen as he lets you take what you want. The soft fuzz on the handcuffs tickles his skin as he itches to run his hands up and down your pretty body.

"Careful," He cautions you as you roughly move your hips above him

"Logan..." You groan, your eyes squeezed shut

He groans, as your pace quickens. The lust that clouds his brain is a tough fog that he can barely think through. He's worried that you're going to hurt yourself like this.

"M-Missed you so much." You confess, "Been thinking about you all damn week."

"Yeah?" Logan smiles and presses a kiss to your collarbone

"Yeah..." You sigh, "I've been so fucking horny lately."

Perhaps it's your admission or the lacy little thing that has yet to come off your body, or the new position, Logan's not entirely sure, but something in him snaps. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so worried about treating you like some delicate little flower.

The handcuffs don't stand a chance as he frees himself, from them. His hands come up and he quickly pulls out of you. A loud frustrated whine leaves your lips as you let him manhandle you.

"Logan I want to-"

He cuts you off as he spins you around and presses your chest down into the bed. You can feel the way he towers over you as he palms your ass, clearly liking the way it's on display for him.

"Have you ever tried this one?" His deep voice crowds your mind as he pushes into you again. A long moan leaves your lips as he chuckles at your submission.

A wonton cry leaves your lips below him as he finally moves his hips, cock hitting all the right places inside you.

Finally, you were getting what you wanted.

Not me disappearing into the void and then coming back and deciding it's the perfect time to write a bunch of smut...

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