#ness x wade x logan

[howlett-dekarios]

𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜.

▏Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader

▏Summary: Your past boyfriends planted in your brain the idiotic vision of how exactly you're supposed to care about your appearance and how you need to be clean shaved all the time. Logan proves you how a real man should treat his woman.

▏Warnings: just pure fluff | suggestive themes | MDNI

▏Word count: 1,5k

▏A/n: Let's be honest: Logan lived for over 200 years, he can't give a fuck about a little hair on his lover.

You love your late night movie marathons with Logan. These small moments are basically the only ones which aren’t including Wade. At first you two agreed on your friend being the part of it but after he got together with Ness again, you have more time to enjoy yourselves. Talk about nothing while TV is just background noise. 

Never before you’ve been feeling so safe. A simple knowledge of Logan being nearby, scent of cigars and his cologne calming your nerves after an exhausting day at work. 

The first time you saw this guy you were so sure about him not liking you. His routine reduced to sitting on the couch in complete silence, nodding at you from time to time as a way of showing you his acknowledgement of you living here too. 

Of course Wade told you his story. Why he has to stay here, not paying rent which by this point is only secured because of you working your ass off to provide for four people. But with every day Logan showed more and more interest. Not just in you but in trying to be better. Helping with cleaning the dishes or doing groceries. Cooking dinner when you’ve been too tired to even think about eating anything. And soon enough, after one of your girls nights out and him picking you up from bar, he ended up in your bed. 

You were so sure that it would only complicate your relationship. Mess the somehow warm bond formed on mutual respect. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. He admitted that from the beginning he has perceived you as the beautiful and kind woman, having absolutely no idea why the hell you’ve still lived with Wade. That he feared about scaring you away by how broken man he was. 

And here you are now, laying on his chest slowly falling asleep with a bowl of popcorn on your chest. If that is what home feels like, then you don’t want to ever be anywhere else. 

“You with me, love?” You can feel his lovely smirk even though you can’t see it. 

“W-what?” His voice woke you up, getting you out of your own head. Looking at the TV you saw a completely different movie playing and you smiled to yourself. Nothing new for you to zone out like this. “Sorry, been somewhere else.” 

“I can tell.” His low chuckle was the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. 

“So, what are we watching now?” 

“Dunno, wasn’t paying attention.” It made both of you laugh. For Logan the film was just a background noise, the most perfect and memorable image staged in front of his face. His whole world held tight. His big hand slowly started to move towards your bare leg under the blanket, which immediately tensed you up, moving it further from his grip, wrapping it tightly with the warm covering. “What’s wrong?” His voice grew more stern. It’s not  like Logan demands from you to let him touch you, but the fact of how abruptly you retreated,.. he is worried. Maybe he did something wrong. 

“Nothing, Lo.” You tried to smile and leave the topic but he didn’t let you.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. What have I done?” 

“Nothing!” You assured him, your words honest enough to make him believe you. Something was still off though and Logan made a point of finding out what it is. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“You are tense.” A simple observation. He doesn’t need to have heightened senses to know it. How your body is ready to move away. Logan brought your legs closer, trying to caress them once again, but without any luck. “Darling, what’s wrong.” His voice was demanding but still gentle. 

“It’s just… I haven’t shaved.” You admitted, embarrassed, trying to somehow hide from him. 

In your previous relationships, your exes expected you to be smooth and always shaved. Telling you how it was for the sake of hygiene and woman taking care of herself. Not wanting to be intimate or even touch you because of how disgusted they were by the small light hairs on your body. It root so deeply inside you that even while being single you’ve been getting rid of all your body hair, spending horrendous money on razors and waxing strips. 

But because of you having cold, you haven’t been able to go to shop for new ones. You didn’t want to ask Logan to buy you them, feeling ashamed of yourself for not having stocked some. It shouldn’t be his concern nor responsibility to spend money because of your stupidity. 

“Come again?” Logan prayed that he just misheard what you’ve just said. 

“I haven’t shaved.” You said a bit louder, defeated by the fact he found out. “I know it’s gross and I promise I will-“ 

But he didn’t let you finish. Switching your places so now he is the one on top of you, looking almost mad. 

“Listen to me very carefully, princess.” He caressed your hair gently, putting the string behind your ear. “I do not fucking care.” 

Why would he? It’s such a ridiculous thing that absolutely doesn’t change anything. He could imagine why or rather how planted thai bullshit in your head. Some young assholes that dicks weren’t even able to make you cum. But if you really thought that some hair would scare him away, make him not want to touch you, to devour you? Then you really don’t know him well enough. 

“You think I don’t wanna do this?” The blanket was thrown away, Logan slowly taking your sweats off, leaving you just in panties. Well now it was clear to him why you so suddenly decided to sleep in them the last few days. His lips gently pressed pecks on your calves and thighs. 

“Logan!” 

“Shh, darling, now I’m the one who’s speaking.” He wasn’t satisfied until your bare skin was cared with enough time and attention. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. My beautiful little miracle.” His palm caressed your cheek, while he kissed your lips lightly, the gesture full of admiration which made you blush. 

“But… I don’t understand.” You’re so confused. This is the opposite of what you’ve been used to in your past relationships. “Boys don’t like… don’t want-“ 

He shut you with another kiss, other hand firmly holding your thigh. 

“Yeah, exactly, baby. These idiots were boys who didn't know how to treat a goddess. I’m the man, sweetheart. I adore you. Every single part of your body. I can’t care less about you being shaved or not. I would love to have those legs around my head any second of the day, you understand?” His eyes were expecting any sort of answer but you were too stunned to ever say anything, so you just nod. “You’re a woman not a child and you don’t need to shave for me, princess. You expect me to be clean shaved?” Your head shook instantly. You loved his hair chest and how soft it was when your face was cuddled into him every morning. “Exactly. If you want to shave because you’re feeling better like that then it’s all fine, but don’t you dare assume that I’m thinking any less of you because you’re not, we clear?” 

“I… yes.” You honestly feel like crying. That’s one of the reasons why you loved Logan so bad. How he accepts you in every form, leaving you a choice to decide about yourself.

“Good. I think I need to prove it to you, though.” He teased your inner thigh with his big fingers, leavening a trail of kisses down your neck. “Just so you get it in your little head how this works me up.” 

“Lo…” You whined, his touch making you squirm. "I can't-"

“None of this, darling. Too late.” 

Week later you wake up, feeling aroused. A nice little thought comes to your mind and you quickly get your hips on both sides of Logan, sitting on his legs and wanting to wake him up with the nice sight. When he fully hardened and you were ready to blow him, his arm stopped you from taking his member in your mouth. You look up confused why the hell you are denied your sweet pleasure.  

“Fuck, I’m not shaved, princess.” His voice still rough from sleep, but his eyes are fully focused on you, smart smile undeniable. Teasing you by reminding you about your past stupid insecurity that he already had got rid off. 

“Oh shut up, idiot.” You blush a bit, can’t stop yourself from chuckling at that. With a simple shake of head you got back to the work, this time nothing stops your movement. 

[moonlight-prose]

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME

➛ 08. LOSING DOGS

a/n: i can't really explain why i took so long with this chapter. possibly because of how much i don't want this series to end and we're so close. but also it's just been hard to find the inspo as of late. but thanks to a movie day with @soulores where we yearned and screamed and laughed over this man, and well me rewatching the deadpool movies 1 & 2 for wade inspo i managed to finish this. it's been a ride delving into their angst and i hope you enjoy! we're one more chapter away from the ending and from this man's happy ending.

summary: time spent apart gives logan a chance to grieve - to mourn the family he lost. it gives you the opportunity to come to terms with what loving the wolverine means. the consequences that come with the choice of betting on someone like him. after all, he's not a violent dog...he just tends to bite harder than necessary.

word count: 7k+

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, grief, dual pov chapter sorta, wade wilson breaking the fourth wall, wade wilson therapist, laura kinney is here to stay everyone, crying, pain, emotional turmoil, ptsd, time.

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You don't sleep anymore.

This wasn't due to a lack of exhaustion—you were always tired—you simply couldn't bear to withstand the dreams longer than necessary. They filled your head with their brutality. Ripped apart your psyche in such a short time frame, only to leave you split open and bleeding for the buzzards and vultures to pick at. You were surprised Wade never commented on how you resembled a walking corpse day after day.

Walking amongst the living as your soul was claimed by the dead.

Nightmares quickly became your waking reality. A piece of what Logan left behind burrowed in your chest, settling further than you could ever reach. But that remained the horrid truth. You didn't want to get rid of it—you couldn't fathom the thought for longer than a few seconds. The remedies given by Wade, Laura, Ness, were all flimsy bandaids that you stripped off when they weren't looking—hoping that the darkness within would eventually consume you whole.

What existed in your mind—in the very depths of your heart—were all you had left of the man who disappeared without a trace.

Staring at the ceiling was easier. Tracing the cracks in the plaster, the worn in marks of people who lived here long before you ever would. You pretended that he lay beside you—his body inches away from reaching for you. In search of a slice of contentment to counteract the yawning grave that threatened to bury him alive. You could play along in this delusion, create a world of your own as your vision blurred.

Maybe if you wished hard enough...it would come true.

Eventually the need for sleep won, dropping shovel after shovel of dirt. Intent on burying you six feet under in a spot that was never meant for you. Memories played on a loop, a reminder of what could never be—a fate that had been mistakenly written in the stars— and you accepted it with a solemn heart that sang a long forgotten song.

One you never should have learned.

A creak echoed in the living room, your door left ajar in case you had to run. But the cadence of her footsteps had grown familiar to your weary ears. The drag of boots across hardwood, a shuffle here and there in her attempt to stay quiet. She hardly left your apartment anymore. Taking a spot on your couch like a guard dog you never asked to keep—a protector who took on the role her father was meant to fill.

Laura often fell asleep on the leather piece of furniture never meant to be utilized as a bed. You peeked your head out once to check if she needed anything, only to find her laying with her body faced closest to the door—a cracked picture frame of a much older version of your Logan placed on the table beside her. Her brows were furrowed, face pinched in fear, and for the first time you understood her relationship to the Wolverine.

She shared much more than his DNA.

She was plagued by his nightmares as well.

Your heart cracked a bit further at the knowledge that she might never have another night of peace in her life. Forever taunted by a past that should have been happy.

Sighing, you turned onto your side, staring at the neon glow of your alarm clock—a polaroid of Logan propped against the lamp. Wade took it months before you got the chance to meet the man who would drastically shift the course of your life. Two days ago you found it on your pillow—a chocolate bar beside it. Wade's attempt at making you smile.

Even if all it managed to do was make you cry.

Broken wet sobs that left your body wracked with shivers, your heart numb to each emotion that might have existed before he walked away. You'd gone over their explanations in your head numerous times. Mulled over each word and soft whisper of why. Yet nothing registered but the emptiness—the hollow ache that spilled over with grief.

No matter how often you patched it back up, he still managed to break his way back in. The reminder of his absence only served to split you down the middle—rendering you incapable of anything but pain.

"I miss him too."

Your body jolted at the soft sound of her voice practically filled to the brim with melancholy. She stood in your doorway, hands limp at her side, and for the first time you saw her as who she really was. A child who lost her father not once, but twice. Wordlessly you dragged the blankets back from his side of the bed, rolling to face her as she clambered onto the mattress still clad in jeans and a t-shirt.

You offered your own pajamas a week ago in the hopes of making her more comfortable. Only for her to reveal she slept in her clothes even at the mansion.

Just in case.

"What was he like? Your father." The topic of the older Logan rarely came up for you, his memory somehow entwined with the man you fell in love with. But Laura knew him best. She'd seen him at his worst, only to watch him become the father he was always meant to be. "You don't have to talk about him if you don't want to."

She sighed, shifting around as if to shed the layer of vulnerability that scratched at her. "Angry."

You smiled. "Always?"

"No," she breathed. This breached onto territory she wasn't used to, memories she never liked to look back on, but for some unknown reason...it made you smile. So she persisted in spite of the discomfort that gnawed at her stomach. "He took care of Charles for a long time before he found me. Or well before I found him. But he had a lot to be angry about."

"I imagine." And you could.

Humans were their own enemy at times, destroying all that was good in the world. After witnessing what Fortuna went through—where her path lay—you understood how people would rather villainize what they didn't understand. Logan faced it each day, the difference of being someone who slipped by unnoticed yet could never truly reveal himself.

A man that carried the grief of all he lost and persisted despite the pain.

"He would have liked you," Laura mumbled, her eyes growing heavy with sleep's desperate call.

"I don't think–"

"You're like Charles." Her eyes slipped shut, body sagging into the mattress, while you were stunned into silence. "That's why."

She fell silent before the words managed to sink deep into your mind—puncturing a spot of love that existed in spite of all this agony. A place that Logan claimed all to himself. Yet as you lay there, tracing the lines of his daughter's face with your eyes, you felt her memory merge with his. Creating a small corner of your world for her to reside in—a home in your heart.

Tucking the blanket around her shoulder, you met sleep's call with a pleased sigh. It gripped you tight, closing its arms around your steady beating heart. Unbeknownst to you as the clock struck two in the morning, a shard of your broken heart wedged itself back into place. Healing over with a jagged scar sewn together by the girl who longed for permanency in a world that offered her the bitter end of a short stick.

The girl who asked for her father and got a mother instead.

Burnt pancake batter filled your senses, burning the insides of your nostrils as you were roused from sleep to the sharp off key singing of Wade in your kitchen. The spot beside you was empty, the sheets cold, and with a ragged sigh you sat up. Rubbing the sleep from your bleary eyes. What slowly became your favorite part of the mornings—waking up beside a man who did everything he could to keep you between warm sheets—suddenly shifted into a horrid dream.

You were alone. Again.

The familiar prick of tears stung your eyes faster than you would have liked. Although that might have been the pancakes.

In sluggish movements, you dragged a flannel over your t-shirt to combat the frozen chill beginning to settle in the New York air. Fall was right around the corner, leaving you with a list of things to do before the apartment was back in working order. The window still sat unfixed—plastic taped over the gaping hole per Wade's instructions—and the radiator gave out after Fortuna's whip went through it.

"Just call me angel of the morning," Wade crooned, flipping another charred piece of bread onto a stack that began to lean four pancakes ago.

Laura watched it warily, her fingers gripped around a can of shitty soda you picked up for her two days ago. Coffee was offered as an alternative to her sugary habits; she offered to steal in case you were low on funds. You figured it was easier to appease than argue.

"Do you even know how to cook?" she muttered, taking another gulp.

"Such a ray of sunshine. It's like Logan is still here with us." Wade poured another glob of chunky batter onto your now ruined cast iron pan. "Tell me does that come from your genetics or is it a fancy power they gave you?"

She snorted, her claws coming free to stab at the pile and drag a pancake to her plate. "Genetics."

"I figured." He slid the syrup her way, the bowl in his other hand nearly tipping the batter onto the floor. "Use a fork, you alley cat. Housewives do not get paid enough to cook a fantastic meal and serve it too."

"You're not getting paid," Laura mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Exactly." His head glanced towards the stove, eyes narrowed in mock irritation. "We should talk about that huh Feige."

A pancake slipped off the stack, hitting the counter with a heavy thud and you began to wonder if the bread was in fact what he said it was. Ever since you woke up in the mansion, Wade had been your chef morning noon and night. Each meal entirely came with  

Laura squinted at the smoke rapidly rising to the ceiling. "Maybe you should cook them for shorter periods of time."

"Don't question my methods, I'm a pancake champion Oliver." Her face scrunched, disgust flooding across her narrowed gaze. "Oliver and Company? Orange alley cat led and taught by the smooth dog Dodger?" She shook her head. "Greatest take on Oliver Twist to exist?"

"Never heard of it."

He dropped the bowl, jabbing a finger in her face quick enough to startle you where you hid by the doorway. "I hope you're ready to have your life changed Howlett Junior by the voice of Billy Joel taking away all our worries. Right sweet angel?"

Your attempt to meld yourself into the wall proved unsuccessful when Laura turned to smile at you, trepidation rising to the surface in her eyes. They watched you with an air of indecision. After Logan left you became a ticking time bomb—each second passing quicker than either of them expected—and one day when it was least expected...you'd explode.

Every emotion you tried to push down would shove its way to the front, rendering them unavoidable. That's what terrified you the most. It scared them too—you could see it hidden beneath looks of false joy and hopeful glances. They wanted you to heal, to survive this grueling time of solitude.

You simply didn't know if you had it in you to appease their worries.

Peeling away from the doorframe, you moved closer with soft unsure movements. So unlike the person from before who got over the unrelenting fear of being seen, of one day being known. He read you like a book, flipped the pages with enthusiasm and love, and you thought what resided in your own heart was enough to keep him reading. You believed he might put pen to paper and script what lay in the path of your lives spent together.

But he stopped reading weeks ago, shutting the half empty story to save you from the grief that devoured him from the inside out.

He let you remain unfinished. Perhaps that's how you were always meant to be.

"Tell me somewhere in that sexy mind of yours there's a version of Oliver and Company, cause I can't be surrounded by uncultured fiends," Wade rambled, tossing two pancakes onto a clean chipped plate he slid your way.

"I know of it," you replied. The meek echo of your voice sent a wave of shock through your system—so different, so unrecognizable.

You wanted to be known again, to exist in the confines of someone's mind. Wade and Laura offered up theirs on a silver platter—promising not to tarnish the fracture spirit housed in your weary body.

The burnt flavor of bread nearly made you gag, but Wade's smile forced you to swallow with a half hearted grin. "Isn't it a cartoon?"

Wade huffed. "And we’re comic book characters. What else is new?" Chewing happily on his own plate, he drowned his breakfast in a heaping wave of syrup that dripped onto your flour covered counter. "The offer to watch it today is on the table."

You swallowed thickly, nose wrinkled at the bitter flavor that stuck to the back of your throat. "Actually I'm gonna go into work today."

They froze. Unease stirring to life in the small kitchen as they regarded you with the hesitation you'd grown sick of facing. You couldn't be a recluse for the rest of your life, spending days watching movies on your couch with Wade—sharing quiet dinners with Laura at the table that housed a vase full of decaying flowers. Things wouldn't come to a halt because a man exited your life—they couldn't.

Logan left to heal.

It was time you did the same.

"I don't have much sick leave left," you began, the argument ready to leap off the tip of your tongue. "And my shift ends at six, which gives me enough time to pick up some actual dinner."

"Wolverine 2.0 goes with you," Wade replied—the stern lilt of his voice jarring you for a moment.

"Wade–"

"She goes."

There remained no room left to place your well thought out points in, no space for you to budge on his only demand. You supposed this was better than having both of them show up out of the blue. Your boss hardly let you get away with Logan showing up once or twice; two heroes would send them over the edge, eventually leading to your job being terminated.

You sighed, pushing the food around your plate for a second. "I guess she can learn something. Since she's supposed to be in school."

"You know I'm right here," she interjected, shoving the empty dish towards Wade.

"Hush. The adults are talking." He threw a wink your way, eyes glinting with a mischief that dimmed the day Logan left. The sight filled your lungs with air, hope settling at the base of your empty heart. "I'll pack the lunches."

Warmth filled the empty crevices of your body—sparking life into a part of you that had been vacant for weeks. "You don't have to."

"Shush. I've got to take care of my little breadwinner." He pinched your cheek hard enough to send pain flaring down your neck. "Besides I need to live up to my role as wifey or Ness will stop calling me that in bed."

Laura groaned, her eyes shutting to the sight of Wade's brash smile. "Gross."

"Ew," you replied, unable to hide the grin that cracked across your dried lips. "I didn't need to know that."

"Au contraire. If I had to hear you and Logan go at it for hours at a time. Kudos by the way it sounded like he gave phenomenal dick. You get to listen to me yap about my sex life."

Laura sped past you, vanishing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut with her boot. You couldn't blame her reaction. Hearing about her father's life drudged up pain that still existed in the back of her mind. Grief that she'd have to work through. Yet if she was anything like Logan, you'd have to face your own broken trauma in order for her to finally face hers.

"Yap?" you inquired, desperate to move on from the topic of him.

"Yeah. It's what all my fellow Gen Z’ers are saying."

With brows furrowed, you bit back the swell of laughter that bubbled up your throat. "Wade you're older than me by–"

His hand clapped over your mouth, muffling the remainder of your sentence. "Shhhh." A quick glance was thrown to the side. "Last I checked this is the Logan show. Not the Wade show. Well...not yet anyways."

"Hey Wade," you mumbled beneath a scarred palm that gripped your cheeks together. "Thank you."

For the first time all week...Wade gave you a smile that finally reached his eyes. Irises plagued with the same flicker of sadness that weighed heavy in your heart. The feeling of loss within a found family—of things changing faster than you could process. In an instant you were back to square one, struggling to keep your head above water.

Only this time you weren't swimming these dark waters alone. This time Wade and Laura clung to you, dragging what remained to a shore of a different color. A life yet to be explored.

"Anytime angel," he whispered with a kiss to your temple—drawing you close enough to feel his heart beneath the thin t-shirt. An organ that beat for one more person, that carved out space for his small inkling of hope.

For the family made up of two mutants, a blind woman, a sugar bear, the love of his life, and you.

The clatter of keychains echoed past the empty rows of shelves, bouncing off high ceilings decorated with yellowed lights. You caught sight of a small X-Men insignia stitched onto the side of the faded gray backpack. The stitches were frayed, the initials of L. K. H. placed right above it in sloppy angled sharpie, but the sight explained enough. Her entire life was stored within these aged pockets, in a pack held closed by a broken zipper and some faith.

"I like the Deadpool one." You watched her gloved hands toy with it for a moment, eyes glancing down the rows of darkened shelves every few moments.

Even here in the midst of silence and history, she remained on guard.

You wanted to promise a sliver of peace beyond all that she went through—a place where nothing happened except the shuffle of books and moving of boxes. Only to realize that you'd never be able to tell her something so untrue.

She'd never be entirely safe again. That made you want to rip at the world until your hands went bloody and raw. Until there remained a guarantee that she'd be able to sleep at night, that when her father came home things would be different.

"Peter made it." She picked at the black polish on her nails—the bottle swiped off your vanity a week ago in the hopes you wouldn't go looking for it. "Said a member of X-Force should have the marker."

"Didn't...they all die?"

"Yeah. So it's more of a warning I guess?" She grinned, wide and bright and so carefree it tugged sharply at your heart.

You placed another stack on the cart, fiddling with the order. If you kept yourself busy you could stop thinking about him. You could shove each memory and shared moment of bliss to the back of your mind. This was your chance to find a small semblance of normalcy after so much damage, a change in the rapidly shifting path of your life. You used to enjoy shelving pieces of history—find contentment in the familiar pattern of routine.

Now his eyes haunted your mind. His touch was a ghost along the back of your neck. His smile was reflected to you in the face of his daughter—the crinkles around her eyes an exact copy of his.

You were doomed to repeat history, destined to break as Fortuna did with a shattered heart and the hope that one day he might come home and find you. He'd open the apartment door set in place by his calloused hands and find you right where he left you—waiting as time stopped and dust gathered and your heart called for a man lost in time.

"I've got to shelve these," you said, voice thick with unshed tears you swallowed down. "But feel free to pick a book okay?"

She nodded, dragging a small journal out of her pack—a chewed up pen with it. "Wade gave me your lunch."

"I'll come find you in an hour?"

"I'm not going anywhere." The words were said more for your benefit than hers—a way to appease the constant flicker of unease in your mind. Perhaps this is what she lived with her whole life. The pain of yearning for someone to come back to her, to stay.

You'd be that person.

You would stay.

Smiling one last time, you pushed the cart into a row sparse with books—the light clicking on above your head as your footsteps echoed off the wooden floor. Your boss texted you quick instructions before she took the upstairs shift, the piles left behind for you to sort through. It seemed that classes were back in session, each book taken out regarding some form of historical information on New York.

Your eyes caught the titles while you worked. Sliding books into their proper spot and discarding the paper slotted in as a placeholder. It became a mindless task. A job of familiarity that your muscles immediately recognized—your arms moving of their own volition. Giving free reign to your mind that turned over information at a rapid rate.

What happens now? What would life turn into?

Now that you were back in a place that held so much of your soul you found that fitting back into the mold felt wrong. You were a human who got caught up in the affairs of mutants. It had happened before to others like you, it would certainly happen again. Yet you weren't sure you could handle the pain of being tossed into the ring with no means of protection again.

Your heart barely survived the first time.

To do it again would mean signing your name along death's dotted line. Only this time the pact would be sealed with your own blood.

A tilted stack of books slid onto their sides, grabbing hold of your attention quicker than expected. You slammed a hand against them with the hopes of saving yourself from extra work. Only for the one in your other hand to slip, hitting the cart with a thud and shoving it a foot away. Your mind went into overdrive—the noise of metal clanging against the tall shelves reverting into the all too familiar crack of a whip.

You gasped, leaping back as if the pile burned right down to your bone—the books toppling to the ground in rapid succession. A domino effect that would leave you crouching for a good twenty minutes to put everything back in its rightful spot.

"No," you exclaimed, your voice unwavering amidst the anxiety that filled your stomach.

Something ripped at the base of your spine, crackling through your body like a livewire. It pulled at every nerve, every tendon and muscle, until you were positive this was more than an overwhelming amount of stress. Your vision went black, a glare of light flashing behind closed eyelids, as the world went still and time rolled to a deathly halt.

Blue washed off your stiff form in rolling waves, curling around your stretched arms and down to the fingers that nearly curled around a book held in midair. A rush of cold air flooded your lungs, expanding them in your chest with a strength you'd never experienced before. As if the missing piece within your DNA finally settled into place—a spot always meant to hold something else.

A power that flared to life with a burning wave of heat.

It welcomed you like a long lost friend. Burrowed into the broken parts of your chest with a promise to put you back together. Time trickled by as your heart started up again—beating slowly against your ribs. Surging past each part of you that intertwined with this newfound link.

You sucked in another breath, eyes fluttering open with a flash of cerulean to see Laura struggling along the bookcase. Her face screwed up in pain, claws buried in the wooden shelves to drag herself forward. She moved an inch at a time, her cry unable to fill the vacant air as she struggled to rip you from the power that fractured your mind.

Such an inconceivable topic: time. Centuries prickled across your skin, millenniums made a home along each bone that grinded to a stop, decades offered you a life that might have ended at the age of eighty.

Infinity. Immortality. An end that rivaled Death.

Oh...what bliss.

"Yes," you relented. An answer to the question that would never be said aloud.

Another pulse of energy flowed off your shoulders, spilling across empty shelves—rattling the boxes that began to topple to the floor. If you weren't careful you'd bring destruction to a building that became your second home. But the consciousness you relied on was suddenly nowhere to be found.

"Stop!" Laura's voice struck you across the face, punching into your chest with enough blistering pain to wake up your mind to what was happening within you.

Slamming your hands against the shelves that stood on either side of you, the light of blue sputtered out, dying quick enough for you to get a hold of your body. Time fell back into place, the books you nearly dropped crashed to the floor with a loud clatter of thuds, and you collapsed. Your knees hit the floor harshly, pain coursing up your legs. Yet you could barely keep your eyes open.

"Laura," you wheezed, body sagging against the shelf.

She collapsed beside you, gathering your hands into a vice-like hold. "What happened? What the fuck was that?"

"Fortuna..."

"Is she alive? Is she here?" Her head raised, eyes scanning the vacant area for signs of your variant self.

"She–" Your vision swirled with spots of black, your head fuzzy with the prick of power that wanted to consume you. "I–"

"We gotta get you home," she muttered, shifting her strength to lift you to your feet—body braced heavily on her as she walked. "I'm calling a cab. Stay with me okay? Just stay awake."

The distant ring of her phone echoed in the background as she dragged you with her, a familiar muffled voice coming through the small speaker. Wade. You wanted to speak to him. Ask him what just happened. But only one person would hold the answers—only one person would make you feel alive again. You sucked in a shaky breath, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. The image of him—his smile, his love—filling your broken mind.

"I'm taking her home," Laura muttered into the line.

Her voice became a buzz in your ears. Sharp and unrelenting and inescapable. Your vision went dark, mind succumbing to the painful twisting of your gut—the need to be anywhere else overtaking every other thought. Laura called your name, shook your shoulders, but the world faded away before you could reach out and grasp it; your body sinking beneath the depths, drowning in the soothing waves of time.

“How did you sleep?”

“No nightmares.”

“Are you lying to me Howlett?”

“I’m not lying,” he confessed. “I didn’t really dream of anythin’ this time around.”

Your own laughter pricked at your ears. “Don’t tell me. It was because of me.”

“I think it might be bub.” His touch ghosted across your skin—breath a wash of hot air against your skin. “Guess you’re my cure. Been lookin’ for awhile.”

"Logan," you murmured, eyes fluttering open.

His smile lit up the darkness in your chest—eyes crinkled and lips parted in a sigh of love. "Yeah bub?"

"Y-You're here..."

A hand curled around the back of your neck, drawing you in close enough to make the steady beat of your heart flutter. "Where else would I be honey? I woke up with ya."

"But you've been gone." Your brows furrowed, the haze in your thoughts blocking anything other than him. "I was with Laura–"

He stilled. "Laura?"

"She was helping me," you mumbled, attempting to force your eyes to stay open. "At the library."

"You're just dreamin'," he chuckled.

"But I'm not–"

Lips that haunted you in your sleep brushed across the bridge of your nose—his fingers scratching at the base of your scalp with a hum. "You haven't met her yet honey. How could you be with her at the library?"

You wrenched your eyes open, clutching at the covers that lay over your bodies in an iron grip. "Fortuna–"

Logan's body went still, his head rearing back to stare at you in abject horror. "How do you know her name?" he rasped. "I never told you..."

"What are you talking about?" The buzzing filled each sense, each part of your already numb body. "Wait. No. I need more time," you begged, tears rushing to the surface.

His face blurred, your name a distant call on the tip of his tongue as the waves crashed over your body. Dragging you back to a shore meant for you. Darkness swallowed you whole in an instant. Until you could barely catch your breath—the speed of time rushing to a quick stop. Within the hold of darkness, the drifting peace of nothingness, you heard it.

The vibrant sapphire call of a woman you believed to be the enemy.

“Do better than me."

"Love him the way I couldn't.

You gasped, thrashing against the vice hold that wrenched you apart. The voice whispered soothingly in your ear, a warm compression against a heart that longed for more than this unfathomable excruciating ache.

She drew you to your feet, hands clasped around your wrists, and helped you stagger to the ocean's edge. She faced you with a mirrored smile that faded weeks ago—her eyes bright and flickering with peace.

"Do what I couldn't." Thumbs pressed into the base of your wrist. "Protect them. All of them."

A thick sob ripped from your chest—eyes blurry with tears that refused to stop. "How? I-I shouldn't be this."

"It was always meant to be you. Not me."

"W-What?"

"When Death asks for your hand. Take it. She will lead you home." The scathing brightness of sunlight burned your closed eyelids, pushing you towards something familiar. A place you knew would protect you. "Until then. Show them that time was never the enemy. We're simply their companion."

"Fortuna!" you cried, the form of her slowly dissipating back into the realm of darkness not yet meant for you. "I can't do this! I'm not supposed to be this!"

"Tell him I'm sorry."

Hands grasped at your shoulders. The cold press of metal against the bare skin of your arms jolted you awake—lungs expanding with air that felt like home. The floral scent of your laundry soap filled your nose, the warmth of your bed dragged along your body, and the brush of hair on your neck drew you back to the present. Your eyes fluttered open, chest heaving for any amount of air you could draw in.

"Laura?"

She sighed, dropping the hold she had on your shoulders. "You did it again."

"Did it again?"

"Looks like someone got jealous of all these special powers around her," Wade teased from the doorway of your room—a glass of water in his hand.

"What?" you croaked, suddenly aware of how raw your throat was.

He huffed, settling on the side of your bed. "You've got a bad case of the McFlys. Traveling to and fro in the timeline. Don't think the big guy upstairs will like that very much."

"God?"

"Victor."

You choked. "Who?"

"Or maybe it's Loki," he huffed. "I get that show's timeline confused. Anyways up you go. Drink this. Nurse Wade's orders."

With reluctance you downed the glass of water, Laura's watchful gaze burning into your from the chair. They moved with hesitation brimming to the surface of their eyes—a glaze of uncertainty prominent in each shift of their bodies. They were scared. Whether it was due to what you were turning into or what you could become. You couldn't be certain at this time, but the fear still lingered in the air.

Thick and bitter and so unlike the two mutants who'd become your family in the past few weeks.

"What's happening to me?" you whispered, Wade's hand reaching for yours with a placating grin.

"I've got one guess and it's dredging up memories of that fucker Francis, but dormant mutant gene." The panic in your eyes had him reaching for your other hand. "Hey look at me angel okay? I know how to handle this."

You shook your head, that unsettling twist in your gut rising to the surface. "I'm not...No. That's not possible. I would have..." You hiccuped, oxygen becoming harder to reach for as his words began to settle along your skin. "I would have known," you whispered.

"I didn't." He drew you close enough for his nose to brush your forehead. "That little surprise landed in my lap like a bad case of chlamydia. It's rare, but it happens."

"Why me?" you uttered, unable to process anything other than Laura's sharp gaze."

He sighed. "We don't get to pick and choose. Something must have triggered it."

Fortuna's hold on your jaw, the rocks scattered along the dirt digging into your back. It all came back to you. Her final words bleeding with an act of sacrifice—a promise to gift you with the curse she was unable to handle. Do better than her. Protect them better than her. Wield the ebbing and flowing of time better than her.

She awoke a part of you that had yet to come to life. A dormant section of your DNA that might have forever gone unnoticed if her powers hadn't unlocked it. She gave you everything, dropped the burden on your shoulders, because she knew something you didn't at the time.

You had people—a family, a lover—to keep you stable.

You had the one thing she couldn't save.

"It was always meant to be you. Not me."

Laura sat up, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "It's time."

Wade glanced over his shoulder. "We don't know where he is Oliver."

She sneered, digging out the small phone from her vest pocket. "I do. I gave him the keys."

"Call who?" you rasped, barely able to process that you were back home somehow.

Until her eyes met yours and drew you back to the surface with a name that burned right through your heart. "Logan."

The sharp thwack of an axe against wood filled the still air. Mist clung to the area, settling over his shoulders with a wet layer of frigid condensation. He felt it weigh in his hair, sink into his flannel, and send a wave of cold familiarity through his body. A place he never thought could exist in a different universe somehow stood the test of time. The Logan that came before was somehow more like his variant self than expected.

He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead—the split open skin of his palms healing over before he could get a glimpse of them. The axe remained lodged into a mangled tree stump. Slivers and pieces of all that he chopped scattered in the clearing. He'd have to pick them up eventually, but he chose to stick with the same motion.

A piece of muscle memory he'd grown used to.

The sun began its descent beneath the thicket of trees, nightfall coming once more to a home occupied by a single person. Merely him and the stack of unread books left behind by a man who shared his taste. He yanked the flannel off his body, tossing it to the chair on his small porch, setting another log into place with a breath.

"Fuck," he muttered, cracking his neck slightly.

A mug of cold coffee sat discarded on the small table he constructed two weeks ago. A means to an end. A way to keep his racing mind busy from the pain that echoed like a bad dream in his head. He'd forgone the whiskey bottles stored in the liquor cabinet, opting for the bitter tang of the wine you preferred with your dinner.

The image of your smile kept him awake most nights. The sound of your laughter playing on a loop like a scratched record he clung to. This was his salvation. Your memory, your joy. It kept him going on days where the horrors threatened to drag him beneath the surface of the Earth.

He dug his grave long before he met you. Whether or not he crawled into it relied on one simple fact.

Though he dragged you through hell—became the cause of so much suffering within your life—you still loved him. You were waiting for him to come home.

"Desperado," he hummed, yanking the axe out of the splintered wood. "Why don't you come to your senses."

Discarding the tool to the side, he gathered what wood might be needed for a small fire. It wouldn't have any effect on whether he stayed warm or not, but it would put him at ease after such a grueling task. Tomorrow he'd go back to work at the yard—his measly paycheck enough to keep him fed with meals cooked in solitude.

He tossed them beside his fireplace, wiping the dirt and mud from his hands with the damp flannel. Life shifted the second Laura handed him the keys to this house on the edge of nowhere. Back to a routine he once knew so well. To a life that once offered him the facade of peace. He might have deluded himself into thinking it would happen again—that he'd get the chance to breathe again.

But your memory clung to his soul. You refused to release him from the spell of your love.

Fortuna's memory remained at the back of his mind like a long lost friend—someone who once offered him a future filled to the brim with hope. And then there was you. His honey. His lover till death. You were the reason he kept himself breathing, the reason his heart continued to thrum in his chest.

You were his savior, guiding him through the grief with a warm smile and a kiss of life.

The shrill ring of his phone broke the haze of memories he found himself in. Dropping into the chair beside his bed, he unlaced his boots—yanking the device out of the drawer on his dresser. He rarely needed it anymore. The contact he had with the rest of the world now whittled down to the people he worked with and the cashier at the small market.

With a sigh, he flipped it open in the hopes it was Wade calling to finally bug him about returning. It wouldn't be unusual. Weeks went by sluggishly, dripping like honey from the jar as he attempted to fix the broken parts of his heart.

Leaving without saying goodbye is what hurt the most. His silent kiss pressed to your cold forehead, his lingering gaze that did what he could to burn your features into his mind. He wanted you with him. Here in this small home. He wanted to hear your laughter fill up the empty spaces, the warmth of your love shining in the air with a palpable physicality that stole his breath away.

Logan ached for you.

But you didn't deserve a man riddled with demons. Certainly not the version of himself that left you behind.

Laura's name flashing across the screen set that familiar unease back in his stomach. The terror that something happened again—something brought you pain when he wasn't there to protect you—filled the crevices of his heart. And with a shaky breath, he answered.

"Laura."

She interrupted him before empty pleasantries could rise to the surface. "You need to come home."

He swallowed thickly. "What happened?"

"I can't explain over the phone, but it's bad. She's not gonna cope without you here."

"What the fuck do you mean cope?" he bit out, his eyes flashing to the small framed image of you that sat proudly on his nightstand. "Is she hurt?"

"No."

He sucked in a breath, relief washing over his shoulders. "Is she okay?"

Laura hesitated. "She's...broken." The word struck him with a visceral anger—an emotion that nearly caught him off guard. "She needs you here Dad. Wade and I can only do so much and if I knew she was dormant I could have helped sooner."

Dormant.

He stiffened, fingers tightening around the phone hard enough for it to crack. "What do you mean by dormant?"

Laura sucked in a breath. "She's..." A beat of silence filled his chest with a fear he never knew could exist in this universe. "She's like us, Dad. She's like her."

Like her.

The world shifted on its axis as he sat there listening to Laura's shaky attempts to explain what occurred. How you needed him this time around. His heart rammed an unsteady beat in the confines of his chest. An echo that rang with a crippling hollow promise of loneliness. Only this time it didn't scream for him—it raged for the person he loved.

The person he left behind.

"Send her here," he said. And before his mind could comprehend the words spilling past his lips, he made a vow he failed to keep—a promise he'd fulfill until his final breath. "I'll keep her safe."

note: this is incredibly late than what i originally planned, but life has been chaotic. and to everyone in the us who are struggling, i hope you take care of yourself this week. we got this and i love you.

[hellfire10005]

-All I Wanna Do-

Worst!Wolverine X Fem!Mutant!OC

TAGS: smut, soft sensual sex, riding, fluff, making out, self care, established relationship, lingerie kink, grinding, teasing, morning sex, if i missed anything please lmk!

Warnings: smut, MDNI, stupid amounts of swearing as usual,

A/N: This is so self indulgent, but I couldn't resist writing about my blorbos for one of my favorite holidays. Also when I say the tags sit in between Phoebe's tits, I am saying this from experience, my Wolverine tags tend to sit right in my cleavage lolol. Thank you @lubdubology and @yxtkiwiyxt for coming up with this challenge !! <33

<3 <3 <3

Rain pattering against the window, oldies playing softly in the background, Phoebe meandered towards her gorgeous green velvet couch, hips swaying as she made her way to the even more gorgeous man seated on said couch.

“Baby, we’ve got the place all to ourselves~” she said in a sing-song voice, perching herself on her boyfriend's lap, straddling his powerful thighs.

“Don’t we always?”

“No, baby, we truly have the place to ourselves,” Logan quirked a brow at her as he gently grasped her wrists in his hands, pressing a kiss to each before placing them on his shoulders. Phoebe leaned in as she explained, “Wade isn’t home, and Althea’s watching the pets tonight.”

“Where the fuck is the mouth then? Sister Margaret’s ?”

“Vanessa’s” She answered with a cheeky grin, the slightest shiver running along her spine as Logan's hands came to rest on her hips, thumb running along her waist. Pressing kisses along Phoebe's throat, making his way up to that spot along her jaw that makes her melt, he asks

“How'd you manage that, baby?” he murmured into her neck, just below her ear, then pulling back to look at the mischievous expression on his girl's face.

“Sent him off about an hour ago with a boombox, a mixtape, and a bouquet of Ness’s favorite flowers along with strict orders not to come home for the next 12-24 hours.”

“Jesus Murphy I love you so much, Phoebs.” Grabbing her face in his hands to pull her in for a kiss, and soon enough she was smiling and giggling into it. The sound going straight to Logan’s guts, fluttering around in his core, and warming his cheeks.

“I love you too, Lo’” She giggles, hands reaching up cradle Logan’s face, lightly scratching her nails along the scruff on his jaw. “Now c’mon, I have a whole night planned.”

Logan responded by kissing her again, pressing affectionate pecks on her lips, murmuring “Five more minutes, baby.” His hands gently holding her wrists, basking in the feel of her soft skin in his grasp.

“Alright,” another airy giggle, “Alright, matou, five more minutes.” she agrees, sliding her hands behind Logan’s neck, and into his hair.

It was definitely more than five minutes.

In fact they ended up having dinner about two hours later than Phoebe had originally planned. Not that she could complain when her legs still felt a little wobbly when she got up from the table, reaching for Logan’s empty plate when he lightly slapped her hand away.

“Uh - uh, pretty girl. You know the rules; you cooked, so ya don’t clean up after.”

“Baby, I was just gonna set them in the sink,”

“Yeah well I got another job for ya,” He said, getting up from the table, lightly smacking her ass as he takes the dishes from her hands, topping it all off with a kiss to her crown. “Go start a bath for us, yeah? Put in some of that stinky shit you like—“

“You mean the epsom salts??”

“Yea that shit. Pull out whatever self-care stuff you bought too, tonight’s all about relaxin’ right?”

Phoebe nodded eagerly, biting her bottom lip in barely contained excitement as she pivoted and made her way into the bathroom.

That’s how the two of them ended up in a steaming hot bath, Logan had let Phoebe go to town doing 'self-care' for the both of them, though truthfully he doesn't mind in the slightest. In fact he enjoys the feeling of his girl's hands running along his beard, rubbing conditioners and serums and whatever the fuck else into it. Shit he doesn't even mind the stinky clay mask she had spread across his cheeks and nose, not when it led to this; Phoebe leaning back against Logan’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder, the hair sticking out of her bun tickling his nose. The way she relaxed against him made it all worth it, fuck she was so relaxed the candles lit all along the counter’s flames were rising and falling in time with her steady breathing. As if they had become attuned to her. Her unconscious display of power amazed Logan in ways he could never fully explain, nor did he think he could ever find the words to.

The shrill dinging of Phoebe's phone alarm shattered the serenity of the moment, Phoebe shooting up to reach over and tap the 'STOP' blaring on her screen. Reaching over to snatch up a washcloth, she turns around to face Logan,

"Alright baby, time to rinse these off and get out."

Everything felt so domestic in the best of ways; the way Phoebe looked wrapped in her towel smoothing lotion onto her legs, how she made Logan sit on the toilet seat so she can towel off his hair, and simply sharing space in the bathroom as they went about their nightly routine. He never thought he would have this again, that someone could be his home again. Fuck, if you had told him two years ago that he would have somewhere to call home and someone waiting for him to get there at the end of everyday, he would’ve called you insane.

“Hey, matou, can you help me with these?” Phoebe calls as she leans out the bathroom door, holding up the silver ball chain sporting Logan’s tags, (the tags she only takes off when showering or swimming). “My nails make putting on jewelry such a bitch sometimes.”

“Comin’ baby.” He huffs out a chuckle under his breath. The last one he’ll ever have apparently as he rounds the corner into the bathroom to find Phoebe in soft, lacey, bubblegum pink lingerie. A cute little bra that barely covered her nipples, showing off her piercings, and made her tits look so good Logan swears his mouth started watering. Paired with the tiny thong, and topped off with a matching garter belt that held up the sheer stockings? His girlfriend might as well have put him in his grave with this ensemble. 

Don’t misunderstand, his girl wears sexy underwear all the time, she has an addiction to buying lingerie that Logan cannot argue with. But she tends to buy things that are more mature, sticking to jewel tones and darker colors. So on the rare occasion that she purchases something on the cutesier side, it drives Logan wild seeing her in soft girly pastels and florals. 

“Well, bel homme ? You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna pick your jaw up off the floor and help me with this damn necklace before I give up on wearing it entirely?” Phoebe snarks up at him, the chain still dangling from one slender finger. Taking it from her, Logan steps behind her as he unclasps the chain, leaning down so his cheek barely brushed hers, looking her reflection in the eye as he says,

“Can you blame me? It’s not my fault my girl looks so fuckin’ good,” His fingers brushing along the back of Phoebe’s neck as he clasps the tags in place, the tags themselves coming to rest right in between her pretty tits. “All this for me, pretty girl?”

Phoebe bites her lip as she slowly nods, trying to clamp down on the smile threatening to spread across her face. She’s been looking forward to this all day, eagerly awaiting Logan’s reaction to her newest set. It’s been insanely difficult trying to keep it hidden from him, he has a tendency to sniff out whatever new underwear she gets before she can ever surprise him with it. The only place she can successfully hide anything from him is at her best friend’s loft, and that’s only because the two of them loathe one another. But ohhh was it worth it to see the downright hungry look on Logan’s face right now, to feel his lips press against her skin so reverently.

No ones ever made her feel like this; like her entire body was on fire, and she couldn’t control it. 

She will never get enough of it.

Excited giggles pouring out of her as Logan scoops her up, marching into the bedroom all while kissing along her neck and face. Even taking a couple seconds to rub his beard into her cheek, making her laugh harder. Soon enough she’s tossed onto the bed, bouncing once before creeping back towards the pillows, Logan not giving her a single second to think as he presses her into the mattress. Kissing her like she was the air he needed to breath, his hands running along her waist, and gripping her hips like they were his lifeline tethering him to this world, this bed. Her hands slid into his hair and pulled, hard, relishing in the groan that it elicited from her boyfriend. Logan was quickly rid of his sweats and boxers in one swift move, eager to feel his pretty girl coming apart underneath him.

She was eager to be taken apart. 

Logan slides his cock between Phoebe's soaking wet slit and her cute lacy pink panties, her wrists pinned above her head, bra cups pulled down, tits out, Logan sucking and teasing them as he makes a mess of both his girl and her cute pink panties

“Fuck you feel so fuckin’ good baby, can’t get enough of this pretty little pussy” He moaned into the crook of her neck, savoring the feel of the soaked lace as he grinds his cock along her weeping slit, the tip hitting her clit so deliciously it had her canting her hips upwards with every thrust forwards.

“F-fuck Lo’ please fuck me, need it so bad,” Manicured nails digging into his shoulders as Phoebe clings to him for dear life, already pent up and desperate for release, “Please, baby” Tears welling in her eyes as she begs so sweetly for him.

“Poor baby, you need daddy’s cock that bad, huh?” Logan teased, his hips slowly ever so slightly as he dangled her over that edge, her eyes screwing shut as she let out a small wave of heat, trying to cool herself down, literally. Trying to be his good girl, knowing full-well that acting bratty won’t get her fucked any sooner.

“Y-yes daddy, please, n-need you to make me cum, please, please,please.” 

And how could Logan resist her sweet pleas? What kind of monster would he be if he didn’t indulge in her every desire?

“Yeah sweet girl? Just need to get fucked huh, just need t’cum on daddy’s cock?” Phoebe nodded vigorously, making Logan chuckle, carefully peeling away every last piece of clothing separating him from fucking her until she’s dumb and pliant in his arms, only able to think about how good he’s giving it to her.

It isn’t long until he’s buried so deep in her that Phoebe can practically feel Logan in her throat. He’s got his face tucked against her shoulder, placing the occasional kiss or bite as he sensually rolled his hips against hers, taking his sweet time unravelling her. Basking in the feel of her tight heat gripping him like a vice, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Losing themselves in the pleasure as they chased their respective highs, love pouring out of their hearts as freely as the moans leaving their mouths.

Nothing else in this moment could matter more than one another.

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Her head is tucked into the crook of Logan’s neck, one hand resting on his chest, legs intertwined with his own. Logan looks down to admire her features in the morning light as best he could from this angle without waking his sleeping beauty. He knows he’s said it before, and he’ll probably keep saying it until his dying day, but Phoebe truly is radiant. Her light hair fans out behind her, spilling over his arm as it’s wrapped around her so his hand can rest on her waist, his fingers playing with the material of the shirt she’s wearing. It’s one of many she’s stolen from him, but Logan can’t find it in himself to complain when his girl looks so damn good while absolutely swimming in his clothes. 

Phoebe stirs in her sleep, the hand on his chest sliding down to Logan’s waist to sleepily pull him closer, tucking her face even further into his neck, all while her legs straighten out as she stretches out before relaxing once more. Logan turns his head ever so slightly to place a kiss on her crown, considering trying to get a few more minutes of sleep, at least until he feels Phoebe’s lips press a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw. He lets out a shaky breath as a tired smile spreads across his face. Jesus Murphy he loves this woman so much it hurts.

“G’morning little darlin’.” His voice low and still a little gravelly from sleep as he pulls Phoebe on top of him, basking in the comforting feel of her weight and warmth on him in what she affectionately calls ‘weighted blanket time’.

“Mornin’ baby,” Phoebe shifts so that her chin is resting on Logan’s chest to look up at him with bleary eyes and a sleepy grin. If asked later, neither of them could tell you how they ended up lazily fucking in the morning light, but they didn’t care. Phoebe was on top of him, legs straddling his lap as she rode him. Not that you could actually call it riding; she was grinding down on his cock, one hand resting on his chest, the other tangled in his hair, her thumb reverently brushing along his jaw, as she leaned forward to capture his lips in kiss after kiss after kiss. Logan’s hands ran along her thighs up to her waist and back down, resting on her hips for a moment before moving down to grip her ass, guiding her to rock back and forth along his length. They were taking their time with each other, basking in the warmth of the morning sun and of one another. This is all he wants to do for the rest of the day, fuck whatever plans they had. Logan’s gonna stay right here, buried deep in his girl’s tight wet cunt and pulling every sweet sound he can from her pretty lips.

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

A/N: if you see that I posted this after midnight, no u didn’t.

[snottly]

all i’m saying is- Logan and Wade both have raging PTSD, trauma, dealt with incredible loss, where in the military, and have been given shit ass cards in life. Both have expressed just wanting to experience happiness but are treated like weapons/destructive and unable to keep people in their lives due to that.

So of course when they finally get together and realise they are actually truly stuck with one another, and neither can die/be physically hurt they are just gonna settle down together forever. Because what’s better than another unkillable immortal than one that has also been through the same terrible fucked up shit and can actually relate to it all.

When they finally come to the mutual decision to give up the life of killing and destruction they retire and leave the city to settle down in a small woodsy town, probably south but still within reasonable driving distance of the X-mansion and Al. they get married and just go full throttle domestic, small little house with a garden and big back yard; just them and Mary.

Everyone in the town is familiar with them, even though they seem a little off, but they do all their shopping at the local markets and are always friendly and willing to do any grunt work/help out neighbours and the community. Although they do relatively stick to themselves most of the time.

They would also both definitely get soft, Logan would still jog in the mornings and has a little at home gym in their garage he’d work out in mainly to blow off steam, but he has a little tummy now and doesn’t look like he’s dehydrated and withering away. Wade definitely wouldn’t give a shit and is just happy he doesn’t have to work anymore and has his domestic family life he always wanted so he’s more indulgent and a little lazy so he gets Chunky. but Logan loves it because it’s just representative of their retirement and the softness of their life now.

I also imagine they go back home for the holidays for the first time in a bit, and everyone is a little shocked at first bc they look so different, not just physically but the happiness just radiates off of them and everything about them is so warm and inviting. Ness sees Wade for the first time and almost bursts into tears because of how happy and content he finally is after all shit he’s been through.

basically domestic poolverine is the best that is all

[purplestanleypinkblanket]

Meeting Logan Howlett:

Pairings: (DP3 Vers.) Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: You weren’t at the apartment when Wade brought Logan back to meet everyone. So, Wade and Tessa convince you to call out of work one day so you can watch over him while they go on a date.

Warnings: Cursing, mainly, some insults thrown back and forth.

Genre: Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 1,562

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Logan had heard Wade and Vanessa talk about a woman. A woman with (H/C) colored hair and dazzling (E/C) eyes. However, at the party Wade was determined to have to celebrate saving the timeline, everyone was there but the woman they spoke so highly about. There was bitch number 1, aka fox and friends, pinkie pie, blind Al, Peter, and plenty of others. The slightly disappointed expression on Vanessa’s face when Wade murmured to her that someone wouldn’t be coming, well, Logan could guess it was you they were discussing.

They acted as if it wasn’t bothersome that you weren’t there. Logan could tell though, he could practically smell it. The two of them, especially Wade, really wanted Logan to meet you.

“She’s my best friend!” Wade’s voice echoed in his head as he stared at the seat that was meant for you. It was across from him, clearly a set up. If you were his best friend, then why weren’t you here? It ticked him off, in all honestly. How could they think so highly of you but you couldn’t even come to their dinner party? Over the week, his mind would gloss back to that day whenever he heard Tessa and Wade mention you.

What could be so great about a woman that couldn’t even show up to celebrate a victory? They saved your damned timeline after all!

“I don’t get it.” Logan huffed out to Wade as they sat on the couch, beers in hand, television playing.

“What dont you get, Wolvie?” Wade spoke through the glass bottle, practically inhaling the beverage.

“This girl, what was her name?” Logan realized they had never actually told him your name. He waited for Wade to respond. However, he never did. He never told Logan your name because when one scheming door closes- another one always opens. And if it didn’t open, Wade planned to go all ‘Shinning’ on it till it did. “Now you go all quiet? Cat got your tongue, lip?” Logan tried to taunt the answer from him, but Wade remained strong. Something Logan never expected from Wade was him to actually hold onto a secret.

A few weeks later, Wade smiled at Logan, Vanessa by his side, as they entered the apartment. They didn’t shut the front door, something Logan observed. They kept it cracked slightly while Vanessa’s hand was through it.

“I have a surprise for you!” Wade grinned, clearly proud of himself.

“Whatever it is, I don’t-“ Logan found his words interrupted when the door swung open to reveal you. It was you, with the dazzling eyes and uncertain smile, clearly taken by surprise at the sudden introduction.

You were quick to extend a hand to shake his, “(Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.” Your smile turned strained when he didn’t move to shake your hand, instead, he preferred to stare at you. It felt unnerving to say the least. A tall man jacked with muscles was staring you down, his face stoic and cold, brows furrowed angrily. Or, atleast, you thought it was angrily. It was hard to tell, truth be told. Despite your hesitation on entering the apartment with the stranger scowling at you, Wade’s hand extended into the doorway where you stood and yanked you forward to land directly in front of Logan.

His senses were assaulted immediately by the smell of your perfume, the faded aroma of flowers that seemed to linger on you, and…god…What on earth was that other thing? He struggled to place it, scowl deepening as his nose scrunched. You found yourself intimidated, looking at Wade and Vanessa with concern as Logan’s scowl deepened on you. You had just met this man and he already hated you! Wade didn’t seem to think the same as he spoke up.

“Now that you two kids are all introduced, Ness and I are going out.” Wade’s arm slung over Vanessa’s waist as she smiled, blowing a playful goodbye kiss to you. You blew one back, playfully winking at Vanessa. Wade reached out, pretending to catch both kisses. “Hey now, no one’s making moves on my woman tonight.” With that, the two were gone. As you shut the apartment door, the sound of feet dragging on the ground caught your attention. Looking up, you realized Logan had grabbed another beer and was now sitting on the couch.

“Wade asked me to make you dinner and keep you company.” Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, it was hard to flash him an eager grin when he was ignoring you. When he didn’t respond, you awkwardly nodded, moving from the balls of your feet to your toes and back again. This was going so smooth, you sarcastically thought to yourself.

Had you even introduced yourself? You were pretty sure you did…but maybe you didn’t? If you hadn’t, that made you even more of an awkward stranger to him.

“My names-“

“You already said your damned name.” Logan interrupted with a rough tone, clearly agitated just by your presence.

“Oh…” You laughed softly, face reddening.

Logan fell silent once more, leaving you to stew. After a moment and a careful analyzation that lead you to realize he wouldn’t talk to you, you made your way to the kitchen. Going through the various cabinets and fridge as if you had Wade’s apartment memorized, you began to gather supplies for a simple pasta dinner. Meat for meatballs, butter-because who the hell eats food without butter?- marinara sauce, noodles, some seasoning, and bread. Logan, despite remaining on the couch, watched you work. His eyes scrutinized every little thing you did. Thankfully, your back was too him so he didn’t feel too ashamed. He didn’t need a damned babysitter, especially not the one who couldn’t be there for his friend at an incredibly important dinner. Wade claimed it was important, which meant you should’ve been there.

“Why weren’t you at the dinner?” Logan asked, coldly, as he got up from the couch whilst setting his empty beer bottle on the coffee table.

You felt your brows furrow slightly, it had been weeks ago…was that the reason why Logan was being hostile?

“I was visiting family.”

“He said it was important.”

“Wade thinks every dinner is important.” You retorted, finally looking up at Logan. During the time of your quick battle of words he had moved into the kitchen, standing over you with a glare. His lips pursed.

“We saved your damned timeline.” He growled at her in response.

“I didn’t ask you to do that, so don’t you go guilt tripping me.” You raised the spatula from the marina sauce on the stove. Pointing it at him with a sense of sass, you refused to let him bully you for something as small as a dinner.

“You smart ass.” He scoffed out, nose scrunching in annoyance.

“And I was visiting family, so I wasn’t even close enough to come to the dinner.” You huffed, turning away from him as you added the pasta to the sauce. You would’ve loved to have gone to the dinner, to see everyone. But…well, when family demands money after claiming you abandoned them���it’s hard to ignore that guilt trip. You hadn’t even abandoned them. All you were doing was avoiding the conflict going on between everyone only to find yourself soon in the middle of it.

Logan, still deep in a scowl, slightly relented. When you turned away from him, he huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned onto the counter. After a few moments, you extended the bowl of pasta to Logan. He expected you to say something, anything. Your mouth remained shut, a look of annoyance on your face as you shook the bowl, hinting for him to take it. Logan took it, reluctantly he might add. Because even though he wanted to punch you for being such a feisty smart ass, he was also starving.

You watched him snatch the pasta from you. As he sat in the couch, you remained in the kitchen, leaning on the counter as you ate. This was going to be a long night. Another few minutes passed until he finally spoke.

“Still shitty of you.”

You groaned mentally that he was still scolding you. “It was shitty of him to forget my birthday while he was off running about with you.” It was a bitchy comment, and sure as hell was one you’d regret later. You winced slightly as it left your mouth, you could taste the venom in each syllable. You could feel Logan’s eyes on you, pursing your lips, you kept your gaze to the counter as you ate. It was the final time you’d speak of the argument, to your gratefulness. The sound of the couch moving slightly caught your attention.

“Come on.” Was all he said. Looking up, you realized he had moved over on the couch so you could sit beside him. Reluctantly, you moved towards the couch. It wasn’t entirely of your own volition. The main reason you sat down next to him was because of the glare he had sent your way. A warning, one you didn’t want to test. By the time Wade and Vanessa returned, you had fallen asleep on the sofa and Logan was quietly doing the dishes for you. Logan decided that maybe you weren’t that bad, but you still missed his friend's dinner.

[raventhebard]

So there's this movie called School of Life with Ryan Reynolds from like the early 2000s, where he plays a teacher at a middle school and then he helps kids and adults, it has John Astin in it, ANYWAYS,

Ryan Reynolds plays the character of a quirky fun teacher very well. I have so much Poolverine brainrot and I watched X Men Origins Wolverine after.

In X Men: Origins: Wolverine, after the team like disperses to do other things before Logan gets metal bones, he dates a woman named Kayla who is a school teacher.

I have read too many fics of Wade and Logan in origins dating, but usually those are One Shots or mostly PWP, so I crafted an AU.

After Stryker's team breaks up, Logan and Wade go and move in together(very gayly) in Canada and Wade works as a teacher and Logan's still a lumberjack because I want that man and that career just fits him. Wade is literally fucking killed by Sabretooth in the woods and Logan finds him, raging Wolverine noises, Stryker gives Logan metal bones, most of the movie goes along like normal, Logan has to fight the terrible Deadpool and sadly decapitates him and like cries, amnesia, Stryker puts Wade back together, but then Wade's literal death experience gives him back his Wade-ness, he regains the ability to speak, the laser eyes just stopped because that was weird as shit along with the teleportation because just who thought that was a good idea? He still has the healing factor, but it's not as strong. Wade escapes, starts being a Merc, Deadpool 1 happens, but Wade and Vanessa break up and just become friends because Vanessa thinks it's kinda horrifying to almost die and Wade decides to go out and look for Logan after a little bit, he finds him and helps him remember, they do the dirty and yeah.

I thought of this AU and I just had to type it

[igotathingforwolverine]

As someone who ships my ORIGINAL OC. Okay look I am 33. I have loved Logan since my dad smacked me down in front of X-Men and we saw his muscled back in that cage fight.

Ahem.

It did.

Lilith was one of if not my favorites to pair with Logan because she is Sunshine with a Secret Demon trope. You know the trope of it’s all fun and games till the Sunshine character loses her shit? Yeah.

But it usually goes like:

Now with Deadpool and Wolverine I’m just so happy back to imaginings. “This is my Logan and his boyfriend Wade and HIS girlfriend Vanessa.”

Wade: Ness can be YOUR girlfriend too. And Logan’s. Just saying.

Logan: *does not share*.

Wade: you share me?!

Logan: Ness was here first.

Lilith: you TECHNICALLY share me with Wade.

Wade: yeah but it’s like dominos. I fuck him he fucks you. Or we tag team with him. OH MY GOD LO you’re JELLY.

Vanessa: so Jelly.

Logan: STFU ALL OF YA. *blushing*

Lilith: AWWWW he just wants attention! *scratches Logan’s scalp and behind his ears and rubs his jaw* who’s my big murder mitten having bad ass? *smooches face repeatedly*

Logan:….. <.<…. >:T ….. *muttered* me.

[gamerdog1]

Deadpool and Wolverine Review

If third time's the charm, Deadpool is the whole goddamn bracelet. I kinda grew up alongside the Deadpool movies. I saw the first one at overnight camp at 16, then saw the second in theaters at 18. Now, at 23, I feel like I've grown as a person, which means I can actually articulate how I feel about these films (though specifically, the newest one). I guess that whole 'wisdom comes with age' thing was right after all.

For starters, Ryan Reynolds absolutely kills it. I know the phrase 'born to play this character' is thrown around a lot, but it really fits here with him. Reynolds once again is a delight as Deadpool, with all his usual snark, pizazz, and heartfelt moments. He's always on point, either with a quick jab at another character, comical reactions, or his character's usual fourth-wall breaks.

He isn't always all happy-go lucky, though. The film, like the previous 2, has a story beyond gratuitous violence, one that centers on Wade Wilson's sense of inadequacy in comparison to other famous heroes. We see how his life has changed since the previous film (go watch that before this, it will not make sense otherwise), both for better and for worse, and watch him continue to grow as a person in a satisfying way. That, I believe, is what separates these movies from other ultra-violent movies of its type: that there is an emotionally-driven story, and it remains important beyond getting characters from setpiece to setpiece.

Though, that's not to say that this is some deep philosophical mediation on the character. Fear not, there's still as much, if not more, violent fight scenes and action here like the previous movies. After all, what would a Deadpool movie be without a few dozen (read: thousand) bad guys to kill, in creative and gorey ways? This film ups the ante, by giving more interesting fight scenes that revolve around different set ups (tower defense, 1v1 in a car, etc) to keep everything visually fresh.

There's never a dull moment in this film. Heart-to-hearts are full of little sneaky one-liners that take a minute to register. Tension between the two leads is thick enough to see, let alone cut with a knife. And all the while, the film keeps bringing in new reveals, fully using the 20th Century Fox backlog of C-listers to call back to this franchise's history, and keep them from fully being forgotten. Add that, with an army of multiverse Deadpools, and you've got yourself a film that even non-comic book nerds like me gush over.

Above all this, beyond the not-quite-irritating-like-most use of the multiverse, or the hundreds of liters of CGI blood shed, this movie did something so profound, I'm still reeling. It made me love Wolverine.

Growing up, Logan always felt like a gross old man type of character. The kind who pressures you to drink at a young age, and owns at least 20 guns that he refuses to part with. Any portrayal of his animal-ness always felt like lip service. But here... its like I've met him for the first time, and now I'm obsessed.

Hugh Jackman has practically been playing this character since I was born, but only here do I really feel like we get to meet Wolverine in full. No longer is he that hunched-over, stoic gruff weirdo that X-Men have around, now he's a deeply emotional character with valid reasoning behind it, and strong motivations. We are finally in an era where tough guy characters are being done justice and allowed to have emotions, and it is glorious.

X-Men Apocalypse gave us a taste of what he could do, but putting Wolverine in an R-Rated movie was the best decision anyone could have ever made. His animal fury is on full display here, and with a higher age rating, ever stab and slice is shown in bloody, glorious detail. Pairing him with another character who can take hits and survive, like Deadpool, was a match made in heaven.

The two are perfect foils, playing off each other in such a satisfying way that had me disappointed when it was all over. Deadpool has worked with bigger, tougher guys in the past, but Wolverine's short temper and guardedness go well with Deadpool's silly, jokester persona. Platonically, romantically, sexually, I don't care. They're meant for each other.

Above all, Deadpool and Wolverine is a loving send off to the studio that made the X-Men film franchise. Its a culmination of all the passion and hard work that went into those movies, and stands as a testament to how far we've come since the first X-Men hit theaters over 2 decades ago. With a film like this as a sample of what's in the future, we won't have anything to fear.

[roughentumble]

to me the order of events goes

>wade+ness break up

>wade moves in blind al

>living in new york, wade notices spider-man and really admires the guy, wishes they could team up sometime

>wade steals logan, moves logan in with him

>wade fixes things with vanessa

>wade gets together with logan

>laura and gambit get out of the void

>laura and gambit move into the x-mansion

>>BUT they come over to wade and logan's apartment pretty frequently

>logan starts hanging out with the x-men

>it mostly goes bad

>BUT

>he reconnects with some of the kids who remind him of his old universe, and

>he bonds with rogue, they start having a little fling

>fling becomes something more

>MEANWHILE eddie and venom are in new york

>eddie is intrigued by spider-man and tries to get an interview

>venom is jealous that spidey's getting attention that SHOULD be HIS

>venom gets kidnapped by bruce banner

>eddie hires wade and logan to get him back

>the three of them bond over the course of this endeavor

>venom is back, they're on the avenger's shitlist

>venom and eddie are now very close with wade and logan and stay over a lot to feel safe

>the one bedroom apartment is getting Pretty Damn Cramped

>logan is doing the finances one day and realizes that they should be in the hole, but everything is getting paid for?

>wade reveals, oh yeah i have millions upon millions of dollars because i was a mercenary for years

>everyone gets together to beat him to death with hammers for never mentioning this

>then they strong-arm him into buying a nice place in manhatten with enough rooms for everyone to have a bed while still being centrally located to the goings on in the world

>(logan only agrees to central manhatten because there's a state park an hour's drive away and he has a motorcycle so he can go fuck off in the woods when he feels like it)

>everyone(including blind al and mary puppins) moves into the new place

>laura and gambit stay over more often with more space to do so

>wade and vanessa start talking about having a baby again

>venom mentions that they could start preparing to spawn at any moment, because the conditions are right

>while out on a patrol, eddie and venom get split up again, and V is picked up by spider-man

>venom gets a whole arc where he experiences perfect symbiosis and learns a lot from peter and really enjoys it...

>...but still choses to go back to eddie

>but now both eddie and venom are very fond of peter

>and they know his secret identity because, venom was bonded to him

>through eddie and venom, peter meets the rest of the polycule

>gets folded into the polycule

>peter can barely afford his apartment, so he moves into the crowded house

>everything is copacetic for a while

>everyone's back where they belong, and so venom starts getting ready to spawn

>he spawns Sleeper, who first bo ds with peter and names itself, but often jumps from host to host within their little family because it cant survive earth's atmosphere on its own

>also likes to hitch a ride on mary puppins

>the baby symbiote is raised and taught to be good by venom, and also by a round-robin of different hosts with different morals

>while bonded with logan, an emergency happens at the x-mansion and they rush to go help

>they manage to defeat the villains and save most everyone, but one person has been hurt

>deadly hurt, and its one of logan's protégés(either jubilee or kitty pryde)

>someone who logan helped raise and was only just getting to reforge a relationship with

>his feelings and sleeper's feelings get mixed together, plus sleeper wants to be a "hero" like all its parents

>sleeper jumps into her, and heals her wounds, saving her life

>but also finds that it very much likes this host, the body just feels right

>the student in question knew about eddie and venom so isnt utterly shocked, and is very grateful to be alive, and decides to continue to host sleeper

>tearful farewells, but also the student and the symbiote are both still young and will need venom and logan to stick around and continue to guide them, but they should make a formidable team growing up and moving forward

>everyone is very touched that sleeper found a partner, and one that has a strong moral code too

>they all knew that the symbiote baby would mature and move out faster than a real child but theyre all still glum

>BUT

>wade and vanessa are pregnant! so not an empty nest for long

>sleeper and (kitty/jubilee) are very excited to see the new baby when it's born

>everyone comes together to raise said baby

>baby grows up into a lovely young girl with mutant powers

>eberyboby habby yaayyyyy

[darksharedsins]

Warm Water, Warm Bodies.

AU: X

Ship: Moxiety

Prompt: "You've got too many clothes on."

Requested by: X

Warnings: Hand-jobs, bath sex, discussion of kinks, Daddy kink, slight hair-pull kink.

Summary: Patton and Virgil decide to try out having more explicit activities in the bathtub instead of the bedroom, turns out both of them like it even if it was just a small experiment this time.

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"So, you're sure you're okay with this? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything Virge!!" Patton said as he and his boyfriend, Virgil, walked upstairs to the bathroom. This was the first time they had ever discussed doing something a bit more sexual outside of the actual bedroom, but, they were the only ones in the mindscape at the moment, Roman and Logan were out on some quest in the imagination that Roman had somehow convinced Logan to join on, so they finally had the opportunity to try it! And even if they didn't like it in that form, they could just enjoy the nice bath together!

"I'm sure, Patton," Virgil said, tugging at the end of his hoodie sleeves. While, yes, nervous to open a new door in sexual expeditions, he was also excited to look into this new, well, would you be able to call it a kink? Whatever it was, he was as ready as possible to explore. Patton grinned, "Okay!" he opened the door to the bathroom, "I'll fill up the tub for us, while you get undressed, you've got too many clothes on, anyway," he said with a wink, as he moved over to begin filling up the bathtub as he had stated beforehand.

A dark pink hue flushed up Virgil's cheeks. "Yeah, okay," he smiled, shyly. He fiddled with the zipper of his hoodie, "you do that. I'll get undressed, yeah." He pulled the zipper down, slowly shrugging the shoulders of his hoodie off. "No need to be so flustered Virgil! We do look the same after all!" Patton said with a bit of a giggle, as he began to untie his cat hoodie and let it fall to the floor, then proceeding to unbutton his shirt.

"I know, Patt," Virgil replied, letting his hoodie fall carefully to the floor, "sometimes I forget that you can dirty talk behind all your daddy-ness?" Virgil shook his head. "No, not the correct wording." Patton snorted. "That was interesting wording," he chuckled. "I thought the dirty talking and daddy-ness were the same thing," he remarked as he took his shirt off. He went back to the tub to turn off the water as not to let the tub overflow.

"Shut up!" Virgil covered his face, "that's not what I meant. And no matter how many times I hear you talk dirty, I still can't get over the fact you can." Virgil kicked his hoodie to the side with the rest of the clothes slowly starting to pile up. Patton only laughed a bit, in a fond not malicious way, of course, now more focused on getting stripped the rest of the way down than teasing his boyfriend. He didn't want to make him too anxious before they tried this 'Possible Kink' out.

Virgil quieted, pulling on his sleeves. He moved his gaze away from his doting boyfriend to finish undressing, starting with his long sleeves. Patton finished getting undressed quick enough and sank down into the warm bath slowly. "Baaabeee~" he jokingly whined, motioning for Virgil to get in with him.

"I'll join you in a moment, Patt," Virgil replied, attempting to kick off his pants. He tossed his long sleeves in the pile, stumbling a bit over his tied up feet. "Careful there don't trip!" Patton warned quietly, glancing up and over at his boyfriend from where he had been slowly wading his hand through the water.

"I know," Virgil smiled, bending down to toss his pants off, then he stripped from his underwear. He stood in front of the tub, "So, uh, where should I sit?" Patton shifted a bit to the side so there was more room, "Next to me?" he asked with a small smile, "Or on my lap?" left him as the sweet small smile turned a tad more mischievous. Virgil sputtered, carefully stepping into the tub, "On- on your lap." He sunk down to sit in front of Patton, the others hips cradled between his knees, "This good?"

Patton couldn't help but grin at his stuttery boyfriend. "Yep, it's good for me!" he said. He leaned forward closing his eyes a bit and placing a sweet kiss on Virgil's lips. Virgil sighed softly, closed his eyes, and pushed back gently into the kiss, then wrapped his arms around Patton's shoulders. Patton's hands traveled down to hold onto Virgil's waist. He tilted his head a bit into the kiss to deepen it a bit.

Virgil smiled at the moment, almost attempting to push himself closer to Patton, but he pulled away, just a bit, and asked, "What next?" He shifted from side to side before fully settling in Patton's lap. "Well depends... What do you wanna do, Virge? All the way or for right now just take it slow and do something else?" Patton asked quietly, wanting to give Virgil the option as he was fine either way.

"We're just kind of experimenting, right?" Virgil asked, then paused, more for himself as he took a slow breath, "then let's just go slow for now." Patton smiled. "Alright," he said placing a soft kiss to Virgil's cheek as his hands went down a little further to Virgil's hips. He glanced back up at Virgil silently asking if this was okay. Virgil nodded, smiling softly. He laid his head, eyes and nose turned toward his neck, on Patton's left shoulder trying to press himself closer to the other.

Patton couldn't help but lean forward a little bit and add a couple kisses to Virgil's neck and cheek again. With Virgil's permission, Patton's hands traveled even further down, soon enough one wrapped around Virgil's cock, while the other moved to his thigh spreading his legs just a bit. Virgil whined, pressing careful kisses to Patton's neck where he could reach. He moved his legs to Patton's touch. His left hand trailed down Patton's side, settling on Patton's waist.

Patton smiled at Virgil's whine, his hand beginning to rub the tip of Virgil's cock, applying a bit of pressure not enough to hurt obviously. "Paattt," Virgil continued to whine, "don't tease." He rolled his hips up into the others hand. Patton couldn't help but grin, he shifted a bit so he could add more kisses to Virgil's neck. The small kisses soon turned into little nips at his skin. Slowly, he began to move his hand up and down, but his grip around Virgil's member loosened slightly as he did so. Still teasing to some extent.

Virgil rolled his hips into the loosened hold, water gently splashing around them. His kisses turned to bites and he harshly sucked at the skin. His fingers twitched at Patton's hip. Once Virgil began to bite at Patton's skin, he did the same, beginning to leave marks in the wake of his bites. His hand tightened again, yet his movements stayed the same slow pace. "God, Patt, please," Virgil moaned against the other's skin. The water lapped against the rim of the tub as he tried to move with Patton.

"Please what, Virgil?" Patton asked with a grin, his movements stilling, yet his grip remaining the same as he added more bites to Virgil's neck. "You're such a fucking tease," Virgil groaned, hand tightening a little at Patton's hip, "you're always such a fucking tease, you know." Patton chuckled fondly, pulling away from Virgil's neck so he could look at him, "Mhm... You love it though, babe..." He smirked at Virgil, "so did you want this?" His hand suddenly moving once again, this time a bit faster yet still a tight grip.

"Fuck," Virgil hissed, "yes, that, exactly that." He whined, sucking a darker hickey by Patton's clavicle. Patton's smirk never left as he continued his quicker pace, after a bit spending up even further, making the water around them splash a little bit onto the edge of the tub where they sat.

"Ah, fuck," Virgil moaned, bitten nails attempting to dig into Patton's skin. The hand at Patton's hip twitched before jumping to settle below his belly button. Patton hissed slightly as Virgil's blunt nails dug a bit into his skin. "Does that feel good baby?" He asked, not minding Virgil's hand resting on his stomach at the moment. More focused on making sure Virgil is enjoying this.

"Yes, daddy," Virgil murmured, head tilting to look down. He turned his hand upside down, fingertips resting about the nest of brown curls. "Daddy, may I?" Patton nodded. "Yes, you can, baby..." he murmured, shifting a bit so they were more comfortable.

Virgil's hand trailed down, taking the base of Patton's cock lightly in his hand. He held it, gently pumping a few times, each time rubbing the pad of his thumb over the head. Patton let out a soft moan, pausing his actions for a moment so he could just feel the pleasure of it. The warm water in addition to the soft contact was definitely a good thing. Soon enough he got ahold of himself and continued his previous actions, every few strokes on Virgil's cock he gave him a light squeeze, letting him feel the tightness of his grip as he pumped his cock.

Virgil let out a short, keening moan every drag upward, his own motions stalling as he attempted to not squeeze too hard. He bit his lip, hitching his hips forward. His own hand stuttered at a steady pace, trying to bring Patton the pleasure he was receiving.

Patton involuntarily jerked his hips forward as Virgil's movements stalled. His hand that was resting on Virgil's hip quickly moved away and to Virgil's cheek instead, gently coaxing him to look at him before kissing him. This kiss wasn't as sweet and soft as the one before, it was a bit lustful and rough.

Virgil moaned into the kiss, taking the hand biting into his skin and moved it to his hair, combing through to get somewhat of a grip on this situation. He pulled at Patton bottom lip, hand speeding up its administrations as his own needs increased.

Patton's own noises increased as Virgil pulled at his lip. Quickly allowing his lips to part. His hand on Virgil's cock sped back up, his fingers working on each upstroke to add pressure to his head, and more pressure to the base when his hand went back down. Patton's other hand moved away from Virgil's cheek and threaded through Virgil's hair as well, slightly pulling on it as a test.

Virgil squeaked then let out a moan as his head was pulled back by the gentle grip in his hair. His hand stopped stroking Patton's cock as his neck opened, hickeys and bite marks still placed there. His hands moved to grip Patton's shoulder and rut into the strokes.

Patton quickly began attacking his neck with even more bites and hickeys. His strokes now worked quickly and his grip was tight as it had been. The only sounds that were echoed in the bathroom were of Virgil's moans and whines, and of the water now splashing outside of the tub due to their shifting and quicker actions.

Virgil's grip on Patton's shoulder tightened as he was drawn closer to the other. He shivered in delight as he felt Patton mark him and moaned at the quickened pace. He rolled his hips in an attempt to keep up, getting closer to the edge.

"Are you close, baby?" Patton asked quietly, as he pulled away from Virgil's neck. He could tell Virgil's movements were getting desperate and quicker. The hand still in Virgil's hair tugged a bit again.

"Ye-yes, daddy," Virgil whimpered, pulling himself closer to Patton. His blunt nailed claws at the Patton's shoulder as his movements stuttered and caused the water to slowly lap over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.

"C'mon then baby, come for me..." Patton whispered into Virgil's ear, his hand moving from Virgil's hair to his back, keeping him close to him. He couldn't help the slight hiss of pain that left him as Virgil's nails dug into him

"Fuck," Virgil whimpered, closing his eyes. His breath hitched, biting at his bottom lip, "fuck, fuck, fuck, Patt, daddy, fuck." His hips stuttered, his release swimming up into the water between them.

Patton's own cock throbbed at the sounds his boyfriend made. His strokes slowed and the grip loosened to work Virgil through his orgasm, but he pulled away before Virgil got oversensitive.

Virgil panted soft puffs of air against Patton's skin as he slowly climbed down from his orgasm. His hands slowly dropped into the water just at Patton's hips.

Patton couldn't help but smile at Virgil, much more fond and innocent than their previous actions would suggest, "Did you like that, Virge?" He asked

"Yeah," Virgil nodded against Patton's shoulder. "Yeah, I did." He shifted to the right, letting his left-hand drop to brush the top of the curls again. "Patt, you didn't...?"

Patton shook his head, "No, I didn't I was more focused on you... But, you don't have to do anything if you don't want... We could just take an actual bath and take a nap... If you want..." He offered. Sure, if he didn't get to release it will suck but he was not under any circumstances about to make Virgil feel bad or forced into doing something like this.

"No, no, I want to help you," Virgil spoke quickly, pulling back to look Patton in the eyes. He could finally see the dark marks he left on Patton's neck and shoulder. His left hand pulled back a moment, settling higher up on Patton's arm as he sat back t talk to Patton, "I-- if you want me to, that is. I-- I-- I know what you just said, but I just am--" Patton quickly shushed him, "Hey, Virge... It's okay." He moved back a bit, his hand that had settled on Virgil's back moved to hold onto Virgil's, "Whatever you wanna do right now, you can, I'm okay with it, I promise you..." he murmured sweetly.

Virgil smiled and nodded, squeezing Patton's hand gently. "Okay," he murmured back, dropping his right hand down to Patton's hip. "Okay. I want to help Daddy." Patton nodded, "Okay then, baby, go ahead..." he said, spreading his legs a bit. His eyes drifted to Virgil's neck, humming in admiration at the marks he's left on him. Virgil could probably cover some of them up with his hoodie but not all of them... good thing they have makeup.

Virgil smiled slightly and nodded, his hand dropping to taken Patton's cock in his hand. He stroked carefully up and down, thumbing at the head and slit with each pass up. Patton let out a soft gasp as his cock was finally given contact, quiet moans left him as Virgil rubbed the head and slit, already a bit sensitive due to the contact from before.

Virgil grinned, tightening his grip just a bit and kept the same pace. He placed soft kisses on Patton's neck as he felt the water lap at his forearm. Patton's noises only increased, his hands moving to grasp at Virgil's shoulders, giving him more leverage to buck into his grip.

"Daddy, you make such pretty noises," Virgil whispered, pausing to just rub over the head. He pressed another kiss to Patton's neck as he worked with Patton's bucking. Patton's hips stilled after a couple thrusts, "That's because you make me feel so good, baby..." he murmured, between small pants, and softer moans.

"I like making you feel good, Daddy," Virgil said, "just like how you make me feel." Virgil sped up his strokes slowly, nipping carefully down Patton's neck and shoulder. Patton tilted his head to the side as Virgil nipped at his neck, giving him more access to that expanse of skin. "Glad I make you feel good, baby... That's all I want, is to make you feel good and happy.." He murmured

"And that's all I want for you too, Daddy," Virgil murmured, twisting his hand up with his movements. He carefully moved his free hand to settle at the bottom of Patton's head and played with the small tufts of hair. Patton leaned forward a bit sweetly kissing him, a stark contrast to their actions. He only pulled away a little bit to murmur, "I love you..." Before reconnecting their lips. His hips jolted again, as he began to near his edge

"I love you too," Virgil said breathlessly, letting their lips reconnect. With the movement of Patton's hips, he pulled back just a moment, "you close, Daddy?" Patton nodded, "Y-Yes, baby... I am..." He moaned out, his hips bucked up again. His grip on Virgil's shoulders tightened a bit but he tried to prevent his nails from digging into Virgil's skin. "Come for me, then, Daddy," Virgil murmured, speeding up his strokes, "let me see you come. Wanna see you come."

Patton's eyes shut tightly, "mn- Fuck..." His breathing hitched, but he didn't try to muffle his noises, "Fuck- Virge- baby-" his hips bucked up harshly as his release mixed with Virgil's still in the water between them. Virgil smiled, carefully working Patton through until he was just brushing oversensitive. He slowly pulled away, settling his hand back on Patton's shoulder as he wrapped him in a hug.

Patton calmed down from his high and wrapped his arms around Virgil, returning the hug. He chuckled under his breath, "I guess this was... A good thing to try? I really liked it..." He murmured, not pulling away from the hug. Virgil sighed softly, pressing a chaste kiss to Patton's lips, pulling away a moment. "Yeah, I liked that too," Virgil replied, carefully, leaning his head back on Patton's shoulder. "It was fun."

Patton nodded, "Yeah it was," there were a few moments of calm silence between the two, before Patton sighed, "Now though, we gotta clean up... Maybe take an actual bath?" He giggled. Virgil giggled right along with him, smiling against his neck. "Yeah, an actual bath sounds nice right about now." He said, skimming his hand over the water away from their bodies. "Drain the water?"

Patton nodded. "Yeah, we can drain the water then fill up the tub again..." He murmured, pulling away and kissing his cheek. He moved over to the drain and took the small cover off of it to allow the water to drain out. The two of them refilled the tub, cleaned one another off and decided to take a nap, curled up peacefully in each other's arms.

[cryptoriawebb]

About Deadpool 2...

I said I would talk about it...and then I ran out of time. So I’m gonna do that, now!

Spoiler alert!

So...I liked this movie a lot better than the first, but I still didn’t find most of it funny. I know why it is funny, I can point all the jokes out, but I didn’t start laughing until much later. Deadpool caters to a different type of humor. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just not me. 

However.

The characters, the action, the cameos and the very X-men feel overall I loved. Best new additions? Domino, Cable, and this reboot-timeline version of Yukio. She’s so adorable! And don’t get me started on the JUGGERNAUT! Heavy use of CGI or no, I have waited over a decade to see a Cain Marko that actually acknowledges his relation to Charles.  I don’t even care if Deadpool exists in its own continuity until proven otherwise I’m counting it canon. THANK YOU, Deadpool team for confirming Charles’ horrible upbringing. Weird thing to say, I know, but up until now no one in the XMCU’s bothered to emphasize his personal tragedy. It’s important the audience--any who might be unfamiliar with the X-men story outside the films--know it isn’t only villains whom tragedy makes. 

Speaking of tragedy, I find it funny the Deadpool films draw from classic cliches, but somehow manage to keep them fresh and distinctly, well, “Deadpool.” I quite like his relationship with Vanessa and also liked how the film went beyond what one might expect of “death and revival” with a healing mutation. Reminded me a little of Jack Harkness, honestly. It also served to keep Deadpool’s humanity intact and in turn kept him from devolving into nothing more than a walking pop-culture reference. 

As far as the pop-culture references go, there were times I felt the script went a little over the top with them. Even more than the first film. I’m not the world’s biggest Deadpool fan so I’m not sure how often he does this outside the movies but within said movie context I much prefer occasional sprinklings as opposed to a heaping platter.  It threatened to disrupt the flow of the film once or twice, even if this is more a comedy/satire. Same with breaking the fourth wall. That said, I adored the DC references. And the post-credits scenes ;)

(Although if I’m being honest, I do still like Origins and the tragic spin on Wade’s character even if it was an abomination of the Deadpool everyone loves.)

And I cried a little inside, seeing that archived footage of Hugh. I will miss you, Wolverine. 

Let’s see, what else...

Oh yeah! The characters!

Great to see Negasonic again (Ellie, I think her name is?) Kinda wish she played a larger role, but her appearances didn’t disappoint and her powers are still SO COOL. Also love the “moody goth x pink-haired bubbly girl” trope. It’s adorable. Like I said, I adore this new Yukio even if her new incarnation differs from her original timeline counterpart. I loved original Yukio’s quirky but serious nature, and her relationship with Logan. Maybe that’s what it is, I’m still not over Logan and all these references in the film further remind me he’s not coming back.  That isn’t Yukio’s fault. I do love this new version, I do. She’s adorable and so is her interaction with Wade. I have to wonder, though...can she still see how people die? Or is new “Pinkie Pie” Yukio strictly a lightning mutant? I wish Fox paid more attention to its timelines...Deadpool or no Deadpool.

Domino was amazing. I didn’t really know much about her, going in, despite knowing of her. Couldn’t have picked a better way to handle or cast her. What a cool way to interpret her powers! Luck truly be the Lady~

As for Cable...I was so afraid he’d become a parody of the character I knew. When I was younger, he fascinated me as a character and I retain a soft spot for him. My gosh though he was AWESOME. Stayed the serious-Terminator-badass the entire time. Desperately hope we see more before Fox’s final day. Please. I love Cable and I’d love even more to see him cross paths with the X-men. Especially Scott. 

Colossus was...the same. No real comments there. I like how he pairs next to Wade as the goody-goody straight-man but I prefer his original actor XD; I guess it doesn’t much matter, new-wonky timeline. For all we know, Piotr was able to grow up in Russia now, hence the accent.

I loved the villains too, apart from Cain. Black Tom Cassidy (what is he, Sean’s nephew or something now??), poor Russel (a neat take on the to-be antagonist idea) and I gotta tell you, as a long-time fan I am LOVING all these references to the Essex name. Been a long-time coming! And to know there exist other “Mutant homes” besides Xavier’s school...it’s heartbreaking but fascinates me all at once. This new world where mutants aren’t so hush-hush. Damn! I wonder though...do the X-men know of the Ice Box? Makes you think... (By the way, that cameo scene, oh my gosh that was great. I wouldn’t want to deal with Wade either, guys.)

Gotta love the “formation” of the X-force, too. Of course Deadpool would start it and of course everyone would die XD; What a great way to sneak in cameos. I only wish Chris Evans’ Torch made it past the script drafts. I am glad kid!David made it in, though (according to my research after the film. You know that was intentional...the real question is do we now consider it “canon” or is this but another breach in reality? ;) )

There really wasn’t all that much I didn’t care for, apart from the excessive...what I’ll call “Deadpool-ness.” Silly complaint when it’s his movie but I said my piece on that. The only real moment I feel might’ve served from a slim-down was his dying sequence at the end. I get what they were trying to do, and it was funny at first; after a while, though, it started dragging. Maybe that’s just me. I don’t know. 

Overall, I really did love it, I want to see it again and I am definitely adding this to my collection when it’s released on DVD. 

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

"Oh, yeah! You totally could!" Wade gasps, then he's turning his head to look at Logan with a huge grin that doesn't bode well for him or the fact he doesn't currently have a migraine. "Oh, Looooogan~ Ness has something important to tell youuuuu! About a certain X-Men who's got a cruuuush!"

OH but Rogue goes to get that mani-pedi with Wade and she fills him in on the drama, admits that she was pining over their universe's original Logan, Jean found out and got all weirdly possessive over Logan even though Rogue never intended to even think about making a move, and even now that their Logan is gone Jean kinda lords it over her. Then she's swearing Wade to secrecy with a sacred ritual of the time honored pinky promise

and wade's promising he'll never ever ever breathe a word of this to anyone and would NEVER EVER break a pinky promise. but he's also vibrating with the need to tell her that while he and logan are definitely for sure getting married someday, they are also in a fully open relationship