#polyamourous wolverine

[tyriq-edits]

Hello there God! It is me your bastard son!

[agaveezz]

My sister gave me this idea but anyways did i eat..

[iisthings]

WOLVERINE'S BISEXUALITY!

In response to @justatallstick who left a comment on my other post

So the thing is, it's complicated

While Marvel comics have never explicitly confirmed or denied his sexuality, authors and artists have been experimenting with it from time to time

From my current knowledge regarding the main line comics, Logan's bisexuality was never canonically confirmed or denied

However he did date Hercules in the au

And in the 616 universe Logan, Scott and Jean are canonically a throuple, though it is unclear whether or not Logan and Scott are dating too

HOWEVER Scott asked Logan to come with him, Jean and their kids on a family vacation (not a very platonic offer imo), as well as authors alluding to their relationship in shared dialogue

As for the Deadpool and Wolverine movie

We've all watched the Honda Odyssey fight scene, need I say more

This movie was the gayest thing I've seen all summer and I watched it after going to a pride parade

Also there's this iconic cover

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Here are some articles if you don't wanna dig through any and all x-men and wolverine comics:

date: 2020

date: 2020

Tl;dr Wolverine is a little bi and poly

[henry-the-queer-artist]

[tonystarkdeservesthewholeworld]

does anyone have any good fic recs where logan is jealous bc of scott and jean's relationship and they both think it's because logan wants to be with jean but its actually bc he wants to be with scott. Could either end up with scogan or polycule with all three if them :]

[aromantichc]

Aromantic Character of the Day (10/11/24) is...

Logan Howelett / Wolverine (X-Men) !

Anon headcanons Logan as demiromantic allosexual, queer, and polyamorous !

[pickledpascal]

Put Me Back In

Chapter One

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of death/wanting to die, wade wilson

Word Count: 1.4k

Put Me Back In Masterlist

Next Chapter

Logan was at a bar, drinking away his sorrows as best as he could. Like usual. In a place, an entire world where he did not belong. But, of course, a man clad in red spandex had to ruin all his fun. He just had to interrupt him and his self-hating ways and, for a moment, he hated that man a lot more than he hated himself.

“Being a fucking loser all by yourself, peanut?” The idiot asked, leaning up against the bar. His voice seemed to be perpetually smug. “Where’s your girl, honey badger? Has to be around here somewhere.” He stretched his head around to find someone.

Logan’s heart twinged at the mention of a girl. His girl? Maya? She wasn’t his girl. She wasn’t ever his girl. He was too much of a pussy to get his head out of his ass and just tell her. He knew that.

And she could never be his now. She was laid to an untimely rest with the rest of the X-Men. Dead. Killed. Fucking hunted for sport. He was surprised the humans didn’t feel like taking pictures of all the dead bodies like white settlers did with the skulls of all the buffalo they killed.

He thought it was only fair they should suffer the same fate they forced on others.

Then that stupid fucker, Wade, brought him to some random office that seemed space-age inspired. He could tell, even in his half-conscious state.

“Out of all the Wolverines you could have brought me, you brought the worst one!” He heard some British guy say.

His head was hurting so he wasn’t completely sure what he said. But that ‘worst’ part echoed in his skull as his eyes fluttered open. This universe shit was hard to comprehend but he had a feeling all versions of him felt like the worst person no matter what they did, but to have other people say it? Guilt settled in his gut like cement. There was already so much there.

This commenced a cross-universe or… whatever the fuck kind of adventure this was. He killed Sabretooth, got him and Wade out of Cassandra’s layer, fought Wade twice—once in a desert, the other in the Honda they got from a seemingly more annoying, nicer version of Wade—and met his daughter from another universe.

He had been hoping to see a Maya around the void. But he realized all these things, these people were unwanted in their original universes. Who could not want Maya? Who could not want to see her smile? Laugh? See her use her mutation to slice a spine in half as gracefully as a ballet dancer? No, Maya was too important. In every universe.

What would a useless Maya even look like? How could Maya be useless? Even without a mutation, she was intelligent, beautiful, and a fierce protector. She would rather die than let an innocent person get hurt. Too bad that care was taken advantage of.

Logan was outside the cave-like layer, a fire in front of him as he drank some of the liquor he had stolen from Remy. Laura came outside to talk with him and he tried not to show just how much her words affected him. It might not have been his daughter but, goddamn it, he could feel himself caring for her like she was.

Something made him confess what happened. The way Laura looked at him, maybe. He needed to say it. He couldn’t to Wade since the fucker couldn’t take anything seriously.

“And Maya…” His voice broke, gripping the neck of his bottle a lot tighter than before. Tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. Her loss cut the deepest. Seeing her body lifeless, eyes hazy and void of any emotion… it killed him just as much. “She never knew,” He sniffled slightly, trying to push down the tears welling up in his eyes. “She never knew how much I loved her. Was too fuckin’ busy debatin’ it in my head. I would’ve hurt her but… but maybe that would have been better.”

Eventually, Logan made it to Wade’s universe. He had brutalized so many different versions of Deadpool that he had fun with it. He saved the world for once and the TVA let him be in Wade’s universe.

Which is how he found himself face down on the couch, asleep in his apartment. He had been living there for a week, coming back from a bar considerably less drunk than how he would in his universe but he was still aching. Aching for something. Someone. Someone to take this edge off. He might’ve been waiting for death—the sweet embrace of her arms sounded nice.

Even if he had a family now, or whatever, it did not fill his chest the way he wanted. The way Maya would if she were still alive. He didn’t need to have her, he just needed her alive.

Wade looked at Logan on the couch, silently appreciating the curve of his ass as he lay on his stomach. Wade took a sip of his coffee. He knew Logan didn’t think of him as someone who thought critically or cared deeply for others but he did. And Wade felt sympathy for Logan.

His lover—the person he pinned for—was dead. And there was nothing anyone could do to fill that void.

Well, Wade wasn’t just anyone. He was Wade fucking Winston Wilson. And meddling with his friends' love lives was his part-time job on top of being a mercenary and part-time self-appointed superhero.

“You think he knows she exists here?” Al asked in a low whisper. The man on the couch stirred a little, his snores getting louder.

Wade pressed a finger against her lips, taking a long sip from his coffee. “Hush now, honey muffin.” She swatted the hand away with an exasperated sigh. “Daddy is cooking.” He stared at Logan again.

Oh yes, a version of Maya did exist in Wade’s universe. A version of Maya who lost her lover; murdered by a brainwashed, younger, yet slightly uglier clone of himself. He would see her every so often. She wasn’t as lost as Logan but she certainly wasn’t sure what to do with her life anymore.

She was pinning just as much as he was. A sadness in her eyes that could not be remedied by anyone else besides Logan. He had carved a place in her heart for him and she didn’t know it until he was gone, the place hollow now.

“Motherfucker,” Al hissed, “Don’t blow up the kitchen again. I don’t wanna smell that shit.” She was referencing that time Wade had burned a thousand pancakes, literally, in an attempt to make them both breakfast.

Wade rolled his eyes, making an exaggerated scoff. “That’s not what I meant.” Couldn’t she smell that there was nothing burning on the stove?

He was going to get them together again if it was the last thing he did. If Logan beat him up to the point that he had to regenerate his entire body back. It wouldn’t be the first time. Wade was, unfortunately, a lover of love. And Logan and Maya were the blueprint. A love so deep that it moved mountains, carved through them with rivers and buckets of rain, ice, or snow.

A love that was not fit for Heaven. It was much better than that. Pure, even with its soft, gentle sin.

Fuck, it was a love that transcended every universe. In every universe Wade traveled to, Maya and Logan were there. Together. Maybe they weren’t romantically involved yet but he knew they would be eventually. They chose to be together. It wasn’t fate though it seemed like it.

After all, isn’t choosing to be with someone and loving them despite their flaws more of a testament to love rather than the claim that people were made for each other?

Love is a leap. One that every single version of Maya and Logan chose to jump. It could end in heartbreak, screaming, crying, but it could also end with marriage, a happy little life in the countryside of Canada near where Logan grew up in a small wooden cottage, or soft, gentle smiles and touches every chance they could get at the X-Mansion.

But the Logan that Wade currently had on his couch did not take that leap. He wondered if, somehow, that was the universe’s way of saying he made a grave mistake.

[mxesart]

X-Polycule 🌈

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Love me polyships!

— double the pleasure, triple the fun

[part iii of come on and show me | masterlist]

logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson

rated e - 5.6k

tags: MMF threesome, mutual pining/crushes all around, dirty talk, poly relationship, multi-tasking, the world's worst romantic porposition, oral sex, vaginal fingering, ass play (fingering & rimming), double penetration, creampies, fluff and feelings

a/n: massive thank you to the wonderfully talented @avocado-writing, who kindly beta'd this for me! 💖

“Are you asking me out?” It comes slowly, in a rough rasp. 

It’s you that turns then, your eyes finding his. Your smile is sweet - a swirling heat of hope in your belly, “Depends on your answer.”

There’s something dark in his eyes. A curl of his lips, as his head dips. A kiss pressed against your spine, then lower. 

“Come on Wilson.” Logan husks, “Let’s get our girl ready.”

(Or, your two becomes three.)

“God, I want him to put a baby in me.”

Wade’s sigh rumbles beneath your ear, where your head cradles against his chest. 

Legs entwined as you stretch out together on the couch - a late-night wind-down after your boyfriend spent the evening picking out his To-Do List at Sister Margaret's.

To kill. Not fuck, apparently. Something he was quick to clarify.

“What are you watching?” Your eyes pull away from your own phone - seventeen chapters into an enemies-to-lovers slow burn you haven’t been able to put down all evening. 

A little stretch, as your head tilts to face him - knuckles propped under your chin, “That video has been looping for like, ten minutes.”

“And yet, still not long enough,” He sighs, flashing the screen at you, “Sir Mix-a-Lot, you never miss.”

The video flickers, a quick and skillful transition of clips - your eyes squinting at the screen from your angle.

“Is that... Logan?”

“Close, baby girl.” His finger boops against your nose, “Huge Ackman.”

There’s a little shake of your head, as your shoulder lifts, “I don’t know who that is.”

“And thank god,” He grins, letting the phone drop onto the cushions. A shift, as his hands dips against the small of your back, “If you did, you would divorce me so fast-“

Your eyes roll, as you bite back a grin, “I wouldn’t.”

“Definitely, maybe.”

Wade grunts as you push yourself with a huff - head dipping to press your lips against his. A low swirl in your belly, as his eyes go soft and his smile goes dopey. 

“I love you, Wade Winston Wilson,” You grin back, “New fake boyfriends and all, apparently.”

He hums, head tilting.

“And what about not-so-fake boyfriends?”

Your brow furrows.

“You are talking about Logan now, right?”

Wade’s knuckles brush your cheek, the humor in his eyes turning searching, “What do you think?”

And what a question it is. 

You’ve talked about it often. The occasional partner had cycled in for a night or two, but there had never been someone that struck you both like Logan had, arriving in your lives like a storm of thunder and lightning.

And you can’t deny that there’s feelings. Obvious ones, apparently, with how you acted in the past. Wade was still teasing you about your jealousy - you never had a handle on that emotion in the way he did. 

That innate knowledge of how he felt about someone, trusted them. Flirting was easy, but you’ve seen the way he looks at Logan, too.

It was different. Special.

“Two musketeers becoming the full set,” He holds his fingers up in front of you, two and then three, “Only unlike them, we’re fucking.”

You let out a sound of dissent, with the lift of a shoulder. 

“Oh, worm?” His brow raises, “Guess Disney wasn’t ready for that, either. Dibs on the religious one, then. I am a man of the cloth.”

“It’s a bad analogy, there’s four of them.”

He chuckles indulgently, “Okay, now I think you’re making things up-“

Now it’s your hand reaching, a finger tapping against his lips.

“I’d like that. I think Logan being our… boyfriend-” The word sends a rush of heat to your face as you stutter over it, Wade’s eyes gleaming.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking cute.” He crows, “We’ve fucked nasty-style and you can’t even say boyfriend-”

Your face buried in his chest, his name a muffled whine. A beat as the laughter still rumbles in his chest, before you peek at him.

“Do you think he wants that, too?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Wade hums, “That man is at least a 6 on the Yearning Richter scale. Felt by all, many frightened.”

You brighten at that prospect - your brain is already slipping ahead, “Do you think we should like, plan something? Ask him together?”

“Oh, don’t worry, gorgeous.” Wade grins.

“I’ll handle it.”

It's strange, seeing Logan in your space.

A good strange. A strange that feels nice - the subtle sweep of his eyes, as he takes in your apartment. The bag slung over his shoulder already tucked in your room, set on the ottoman at the foot of your bed.

He fits in, you think. Tucked into your couch as you put the finishing touches on dinner. Too used to being in their shared space at Wade’s. Of stolen moments when Althea was out. Hushed moments when she was home, muffled moans and bitten-back sighs.  

It will be nice to be able to take your time. 

They had arrived together, and there had been a certain thrill to that, too. 

Wade's knock that mimics the opening beats of "Smooth", before the door burst open. Funny to think about them crammed in a car together - they took Althea's, Wade tells you, when you later asked if they'd walked.

How he was already turning to you to referee, as you tip your head to kiss his cheek. 

"All I'm asking is if we're both sheathing our swords in the same scabbard, then why is he getting his panties in a twist about me putting my clothes in his bag?"

"Ignore him, sweetheart," Logan softens, leaning into the matching kiss you press against his jaw, "Been doing that for the last two months. It's good to see you."

And it is. Good to see both of them, something warm glowing bright in your chest.

The round table that always felt a little big for two feels perfect now - tucking between each other as dinner passes in a warm jumble of savory aromas and comfortable conversation. 

Smiling at the way they're both as engaged with your stories about your day, as you are about the work they've been doing together.

"-absolutely vaporized. It was disgusting, babe." Wade grimaces, "I was fine of course. Red, and all. But Lo here, eeugh. Still scrubbing the blood out of the nooks and crannies."

Logan makes a grunt of acknowledgement, "Had worse."

"Worse? Worse than getting gut-mist blasted across your chest?"

"I'll help, if you want." You offer, "Haven't seen your new suit yet."

At Wade's request, you try to keep out of his business - other than the stories he shares, the occasional repairs of his suit. Doesn't want his life mixing, not after what's happened in the past. 

Dutiful boyfriend by day, mercenary by night. And also sometimes, by day. Evenings, weekends.

It’s an unsteady schedule, but it's one you've grown accustomed to. Maybe that’s what helps make this easy, the way you’ve already adjusted to mutant-regenerative-boyfriend-life. 

But it doesn't mean you're not curious. That you don't appreciate certain aspects - especially when they come in tightly wrapped in leather and lycra. 

And when you eventually rise to collect dishes, it's Logan that beats you to it. A finger sternly pointed towards the couch, Wade's hand at your back - already guiding you towards it, as you protest.

"Least we can do, sweetheart," Logan smiles, "Can't remember the last time I had a meal this good."

"Excuse me," Wade gasps, as he slips on elbow-length mis-matched gloves,"Did my midnight toaster strudels mean nothing to you?"

It's your turn now, to sit on the couch. To watch, as Wade supervises. The quiet talk that swiftly turns to bickering. A yelp and a splash of hot water, before he's retreating.

Sinking down on the seat next to you, as your thoughts swirl. Soft memories of past shared evenings, and the planting of something that you’ll tend to carefully, hoping it will flourish. 

"You're looking at him like he's got balls on his neck," Wade’s arm slings around your shoulders, tone knowing, "Got something on your mind, gorgeous?"

Your nose wrinkles at the visual, but then you turn thoughtful.

"Just like seeing both of you here." Your smile is soft, "It feels right, you know?"

He hums in agreement, and you glance his way, "Do you feel that way too?"

"Feels as right as Ryan Reynolds playing me in my upcoming biopic."

That has you cocking an eyebrow - whatever reference he's making flying over your head, "And that's... good?"

"Yeah, baby." He grins.

"Really fucking good." 

The hunger follows you into the bedroom, after. Your question about dessert gets swiftly turned around on you - hands catching at your waist. 

Threats and promises  to devour you instead - that the ice cream you bought can wait - as lips press against yours. Another mouth at your neck, in your slow and often-interrupted journey to the bedroom. 

Ganging up on you again, almost as if it were planned. 

And you’re not sure if it was, or whether they’ve unconsciously become more in-sync, between their hours together at the apartment and in their work. 

More alike than they are different, at their core - something you’re not sure you’d be able to convince them of, even though you see it.

It’s sweetly familiar, when you finally fall into bed together. Clothes already stripped off, a messy pile mixing together against the woven floral rug as you fit together. 

Spit pools on Logan’s tongue, as he sucks on his teeth. A low tilt of his head before his lips are parting, letting it drop where he has your thighs nudged apart, belly pressed down against the bed.

Warm, where it hits the cleft of your ass. His hand follows - a broad palm curving against soft skin, tugging you open. 

“What do I have to do to let me have you here?” Logan’s thumb smears his spit against the tight ring, voice low and honey-smooth. 

It makes you jolt, a soft sound pulling from your throat. Squirming, as his thumb comes back - rolling the pad against you. 

“She, shit-” Wade groans, as your mouth leaves his cock - the tip glistening as it drops against his belly, “Only lets people she’s dating fuck her ass.”

“Wade!” You whine, as your thighs try to close - Logan’s spreading to keep you open. 

A low rasp of a laugh, “Is that right?”

“Not me though. If you’re curious.” Wade hums, his arm still slung under the pillow, “Sometimes even a first date is too slow.”

Dark eyes drag up, to the shift of hips. Over the leaking cock, lying flushed and hard against Wade’s belly - something like hunger in the slow sweep up to the pulled-wide grin.

“This is you handling it?” You hiss.

“You’re acting like the man invented the elevator.” Wade shrugs - shifting to push himself up on an elbow, “Trust me, there is nothing more romantic than a ‘what are we’ conversation slipped into a discussion about double penetration. We’re multi-tasking, gorgeous.”

Some of the tension eases, with the way he smiles at you. There’s not an ounce of worry in his expression, only the dark shadow of desire, highlighted with humor. 

Waiting until you smile back, before he fixes Logan with a pointed look. 

“Look. I’m gonna level with you,” He sighs, as if divulging something imperative, ”Until you’re ready to commit to being Mr. Y/L/N, then fifth base is just gonna be out of the question.”

There’s the shake of a head, a low huff behind you. The slight stroke of fingers against your skin.

“Are you asking me out?” It comes slowly, in a rough rasp. As if putting pieces together. 

It’s you that turns then, your eyes finding his. Your smile is sweet - a swirling heat of hope in your belly, “Depends on your answer.”

There’s something dark in his eyes. A curl of his lips, as his head dips.

A kiss pressed against your spine, then lower. 

“Come on Wilson.” He husks, “Let’s get our girl ready.”

A moan rips from you. First, from his words - the jolting butterflies in your belly, a pooling warmth. The sound lengthening, as his tongue flattens where his fingers had teased. Your back arches as Wade pumps his fist, before throwing a filthy “I-Told-You-So” smirk your way.

It glances off you. Your fingers curled in the sheets, as Logan shoulders your thighs further apart. A wet swipe that travels from your cunt to your hole, smearing your slick and his spit against your skin. 

A finger nudging against you, as Wade leans - hand fumbling for the handle of the bedside table. 

“You think you can take both of us?” Logan purrs, as he carefully works you open. A fingertip sinking inside you, as you whine. 

”What, you think we were joking about role-playing?” Wade scoffs,”Why did you think all the dinner knives were missing? Lost ‘em all beneath the bed.”

There’s a shuffle, as he works himself further beneath you. A bottle of lube dropped on the bedspread, as his fingers reach - petting against your clit.

“Tried two before, didn’t we gorgeous? Me and the Pulverine, as we call him.” Wade coos, “Not as big as you, of course. But definitely a lot more sparkly.” 

“Toy’s not the same thing,” Logan hums, as you clench around him. Sinking deeper, slowly pumping, “‘s gonna be a tight fit, baby.”

The sensations are already overwhelming. Wade’s fingers slipping down - fitting one, and then two fingers inside your slick pussy. His thumb nudging against your clit, teasing.

Logan’s weight against you, shifting as his hips grind into the mattress. The messy swirl of his tongue, more spit added to the mess. His thick finger already feels like a lot, pressed down to the knuckle. Slow in the way he works you open, the hot embers in your belly roaring brighter.

“I want it.” You moan, “Want both of you.” 

Wanted it for a while now. Wondered if they’d take you like this. If you’d be able to take them, stuffed so full you could barely draw breath. Wanting to know what it feels like to come, with both of them pressed to the hilt inside you. 

Words fail you, soon after. There’s the cold smear of lube against your skin, a second finger notched. Your cry muffled with the press of Wade’s lips, tilting your face to his as their fingers find their rhythm together.

That steady swirl against your clit. How you’re clenching around them, your arousal slick on Wade’s palm. The sharp rhythmic slap ringing through your ears as you pant into his mouth. Logan’s teeth against the soft curve of your ass, a muffled groan as he fits a second inside you. 

It’s a mimicry of later, but it’s enough. Something bright burning in your belly, fueled by their desire. Hot breath against your skin, Wade’s cock grinding into your hip. 

“Come on, gorgeous.” He murmurs against you, “Let me feel you come with his fingers buried in your ass.”

You choke on your moan. Hips shifting, pushing one deeper and then the other as you chase the building high. The sharp stretch long spooling into pleasure, twisting around your guts, shimmering. 

“‘m gonna-” It’s breathed out, your eyes screwing shut. Focused on the countdown  that’s begun inside you, swiftly approaching with each crook of their fingers, “Fuck, I’m-”

Logan shifts, his breath ghosting against your spine, “Come for us, sweetheart.”

For us. 

Your face buries against Wade’s shoulder, as they bring you over the edge together. Working in tandem to take you apart, and they haven’t even really begun - fingers crooking and curling as a bright pleasure blooms in your belly. 

Wade had been right - it’s not the first time you’ve been full like this. But Logan was right, too. It’s different - the way you can feel them move together, as you whine. The orgasm ripples through you, the sensations drawing out as kisses are dropped between your shoulder blades. 

Soft crooning in your ear, but it’s all muted - barely aware of the palms that run across your skin. The press of mouths against your heated skin - until the pulses in your core fades, the room coming back into focus. 

They slip from you - first Wade, and then Logan. You’ve felt empty before but never like this, already missing the weight inside you. Craving more.

There’s a shift on the bed, Logan shouldering himself next to Wade, who you’re still stretched out on. 

“C’mere, baby. Fuck, need to feel you.”

Hand at your hips, coaxing you up. Encouraging you to straddle his thighs, but then Wade is tsking - reaching for you, trying to turn you around.

“Annnd I just gave myself a promotion to Director,” He adds with a long-suffering sigh, “When you want something done right, gotta do it yourself.”

Logan growls, as your weight leaves him, “The fuck you talking about?”

Wade’s brow arches, “The fuck I’m talking about is you doing this all wrong, peanut. When was the last time you partook in the devil’s threeway? Was it this century, at least?”

Hand gentle as he guides you to face away from Logan, your ass settling against the cradle of his hips.

“There you go,” He coos, “How am I going to give your pretty little kitty the attention she deserves if you have her all hidden away?”

Logan’s hard cock nestles against your belly, as your knees press into the mattress. Breath hitching as you gauge the size of him again. Hoping that the prep he did was enough - the soft buzz beneath your skin certainly has you feeling more than ready.

Slicking your fingers with more lube before they wrap around his shaft - a rough hiss sliding from his throat as they circle around, squeezing. Smearing it against swollen flesh, thumbing over the leaking head as you line yourself up. 

Wade shifting to watch, his head tilted against Logan’s shoulder, his fist already wrapped around his cock as you start to slowly sink down. 

“Sit on it, sweetheart, there you go.” Logan growls, as he breaches you. 

A sharp, inhaled breath as the tip sinks inside you. The building pressure and then the give - as you try not to clench down.

Pulling a rough sound from him. Fingers twitching at your hips - set on only steadying you. A rough edge creeping into his soft encouragement, “Nice and easy, baby.”

Another inch, but it feels like double. Sweat beading along the nape of your neck, as you stretch around him.

“Doing so good,” He rasps, “Take it slow.”

“Taking it like a fucking champ, baby.” Wade interjects, “Couldn’t have done it better myself, and Levy knows how often I thought about it.”

Your nails bite into his thighs, but it only makes his hips flex. Twin moans when it nudges him the rest of the way - your breath stolen when he’s seated flush inside you.

Not that different than when Wade’s fucked you, even with the length he’s got on Logan. But it’s the girth that has your lips parting - a ragged moan with the experimental roll of your hips.

“Pretty fucking sight.” Logan groans, through gritted teeth. Palms slipping around, gently tugging you back towards his chest.

His growl low in your ear, as his hips lift in an experiment thrust.

“Gonna stuff you full, gonna let us do the work.” He husks, a hissed breath when you clench around him. “Make you feel good, alright?”

Palming at your tits, as Wade shifts into position. Swallowing your begging, whined out “please-” as he kisses down your throat. 

Over your breasts. The back of Logan’s hand, against the curve of your belly. His fist still working at his cock, an audible moan of appreciation when he settles between Logan’s thighs.

“You look so good full of him.” It’s mumbled out against your hip, “God, I want to jerk off to this and let you use my cum as lube.”

Logan’s fingers tighten - pinching a peaked nipple as you moan, as kisses are peppered against your mound.

“Fuck us into your tight ass.”

You cry out, when his tongue flattens against your clit. Fingers teasing at your hole, dipping inside to test how full you feel. 

“Soaking wet, baby. You feeling good?” Wade croons, “Or does your greedy little pussy need more?”

“Wade,” You keen, desperate. Rocking into the slow pump of Logan’s hips, his breath harsh in your ear.

His fingers crook, and curl.

“You want us to take you there and back again to pound town?” 

“I swear to god,” You pant, desperate, “If you don’t get inside me, I’ll-, I’ll call Nate.”

His eyes gleam, “That right? Still thinking about riding the ol’ Cable car?”

It’s Logan’s added growl that finally gets him moving. A smile still pulling wide, as he slips from you. His own desperation betrayed by the wet smear against his belly.

The slick tip of his cock, as he ruts against your folds. Your breath held, as he notches himself.

His dark eyes on your blown-wide ones, as he starts to sink in. It has your thighs trembling, as you whine. Clenching down without meaning to, as Logan groans.

Feeling the way he inches into you. What little space left filled as your pussy makes room for him. The tight clutch of your walls, a moan at the way he can feel Logan through the thin layer of skin between them.

A choked-out moan punched from his chest. 

“Made to take us both. Weren’t you, gorgeous?” He murmurs, as his hips move, “Goddamn perfect fit.”

They both move inside you. Stilted thrusts, off rhythm as you squirm between them. Logan getting impatient - throwing a glare Wade’s way.

“Stop moving when I do.”

It’s met with a laugh, as Wade’s hip snap a little harder. Filling you, the force jolting you against Logan, as your nails bite into his biceps.

“I’m driving this thing.” He counters, “Call me Sandra Bullock, because I’m not about to let this bus dip below 50.”

His hand catching Logan’s wrist - resistance when he tugs, but then it’s going with him. Fitting the curve of his fingers against the base of your throat.

“You do what you do best and be the anchor. Keep her still for me, will you?” 

Logan’s fingers flex, but he grunts - the slightest pressure against your chest. 

A pat against your hip, with a wink, “Let Daddypool do all the work.”

You huff, but the sound turns strangled as the sets the pace. Hands at your hips, tugging you to meet his thrusts. Fucking you back on to Logan, when his weight presses into you.

“There we fucking go. How you feeling, baby?”

“Feels so good,”You gasp, as the movement gets familiar. The slick slide of them inside you, the back and forth as they stroke your walls, as your arousal gleams against their cocks. 

“Know it does.” Wade grins, “They don’t call me DP for nothing.”

Logan grunts beneath you. Something biting held back - distracted, as his other hand wanders. Slipping across your hip, then down.

Tracing over your mound. Feather-light against your folds, feeling how you stretch open each time Wade goes balls-deep. 

Your moan coming out ragged, when he teases your clit. Soft strokes with the pad of his finger, before two press and circle.

It makes you jolt, his laugh low in your ear.

Finding that familiar rhythm. Feeling the way your hips flex, seeking out his touch. How easily he’s able to wind you up now, from the times he’s taken you apart. 

How it’s almost overwhelming, with the stuffed-full pressure of them inside you. With the saw of Wade’s hips, as his cock nudges against the spongy spot inside you.

A rough hum when you clench down. Unable to do more than take what he gives you, with the way Logan cradles you against his chest.

It only adds to the surge of pleasure inside you. A near-divine pairing of sensations that has your fingers reaching, Wade’s name a soft cry on your lips. 

He flattens against you, to meet the way your mouth tips up. It’s messy, open-mouthed as his hips slow to a grind. Hands skating up your body, against hips and waist.

Letting him in when he deepens it. A groan as he licks against your teeth. Needy presses of his mouth, spit smeared across your lips when it breaks. Another kiss  peppered against your jaw, where Logan groans into your ear. 

A unconscious shift of his head, and then their lips are brushing.

Logan’s cock throbs inside you, as Wade goes stiff and still. It’s softer than it should be - no more than a shared breath, before Wade pulls back. 

The hand at your neck flexes. Loosens, as it slips between you. Wrapping around the back of Wade’s neck as he yanks him back down.

A growled out “fuck” when they meet again, insistant this time. Vicious with the scrape of teeth, the wet swipe of tongue as Logan’s nails bite into skin.

Messy, as they pant into each other's mouths. Calloused fingers drifting down from your clit to split against your folds. Teasing where you’re filled, as Wade’s moan turns filthy.

A matching sound escaping from Logan, long held back. 

“Fucking holding out on me,” Wade mumbles, when the kiss breaks, “Haven’t been this wet since Cap’s beard reveal.”

Eyes dark, when he feels how Logan moves inside you. Forgetting himself, as he chases the pleasure that threatens to peak inside him.

“Bet you love knowing you’ve been in all of our girl’s holes. Don’t you, handsome?” Wade grins. Eyes still watchful - catching the clench of a jaw, as his lips return to yours.

The kiss is sweeter this time, even as he begins to drive into you. Each of your breaths coming in a whining gasp, pleasure once again winding inside you.

His mouth running away from him, determined to send you both over, ”Should let me into some of yours. You know I’d treat you right.”

“Shut the fuck up. C-Can’t come with you running your mouth.” It’s panted out - half-hearted at best, and Wade’s eyes gleam.

“Fucking liar.” He crows, “Bet you jerk it all the time to the thought of us screaming your name.”

Voice pitches up then, in a mimicry of yours, “Oh, Logan. Fuck me right there with your monster dick-”

Logan strings tight beneath you with a snarl, as he tries to bury himself in your ass. The hand at your neck dipping to grasp at your hip, as the practiced rhythm turns sloppy.

Wade shifts - his weight leaned into your hips. Pinning you both down as he fucks into you, stroke after stroke.  

Logan’s touch is sloppy against your clit - but with the way your boyfriend’s cock pounds against that spot inside you, it’s enough.

You don’t even realize you’re whimpering. The way their names string together, the “please, please, please-” that catches in your throat.  

“You gonna come too, baby?” He coos - thrilled, “You’re both so fucking easy, aren’t you?”

Logan moans in your ear when you squeeze around him, fingers pressing harder. A little faster, and with the next plunge of Wade’s cock - you shatter. 

It’s all white noise, the faded star stickers on the ceiling becoming swirling the sky above as you’re pulled under. 

Helpless, with the way you’re pinned between them. Coming again with the tight swirls against your clit, with them fully sheathed inside you. 

The tight pulse of your orgasm around his sends Logan over. 

Even with Wade’s weight his hips still lift as he bows off the bed. A wounded groan, as he comes with you clenching down around him. Grinding himself into your hole as his cock throbs, emptying himself into you. 

There’s a sing-songed and muted “money shot” that has you groaning. Half-exasperation, half-mindless pleasure, as Logan’s hands roam. Holding you against him, ragged breath against your neck as you milk him empty.

Keeping you stuffed full, hilting his cock deeper when you squirm. Leaving Wade to catch up.

Shameless in the way he watches now, as molten pleasure thrums in your veins. Leaning back to see how you take them both. Picturing how you’ll look after, thoroughly-fucked holes that will drip with them until morning. 

Doesn’t notice when his breath turns short, but you do. 

“Wanna feel you come, baby.” You coo, your smile soft and pleasure-drunk. 

Hands tracing over his, overlapping and squeezing. The shallow lift of your hips to meet his thrusts, purposely squeezing him when he inches out - trying to keep him in.

“Make a fucking mess, Red.” Logan growls - joining you, “Let me feel you come inside her.”

“Jesus Titty-Fucking Christ,” The rough laugh turns into a groan, “Think I’m going to blow two loads at once-”

Hands overlapping, grasping on, holding you, as his hips pump faster. Head tipping - fitting between yours and Logans - as his back bows. 

Coming inside you with a muttered out “oh fuck. fuck yes-”, cock jerking with each needy rut of his hips. The sound turns into a whine when teeth sink his neck, hard enough to bruise. 

Yours on the other side, your soft moan in his ear as you feel the way he throbs as he spills into you again, and again. 

Intense, in a way you’ve never felt before. A connection that loops through you - from the press of your mouths, down to where you fit together. 

It’s fortunate that Logan’s hands still fit at your hips, with how fucked-out and boneless you feel. Trading one cock for another was one thing, but this - being claimed by both of them, the phantom ache as Logan withdraws- it’s something else entirely. 

Your head dropping back to rest against his shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded as you wait for your pulse to stop galloping. Logan’s nose ghosting against your temple, an arm still thrown around your hips. 

A hiss, when Wade slips from you. You can feel the mess they’ve made, sticky against your thighs. How they drip from your fucked-out holes, when you clench around nothing. 

It must do something to him, the way Wade moans when he sits back. Fingers raising - mimicking a camera, complete with the click of his tongue as the shutter. 

“If that doesn’t win me an academy award,” He hums thoughtfully.

“Then I don’t know what the fuck will.”

Time slows down, after. The low hum of artificial rain from a device on your dresser, layering with the muted city outside. Doesn’t know if it’s minutes or hours since he last moved, and he really can’t bring himself to care.

As long as it’s still dark, then he knows they’ve still got time. 

“So are you going to bake us a sex cake?” Wade yawns, “You know, for completely rocking your shit.”

“A what?” You stir against him - an eye cracking open. 

Logan grunts, his face buried in your shoulder. A hand splayed across your belly, a tug as he pulls you closer.

“Oh my god,” Wade chuckles to himself, “There I go, mixing up timelines again. I infinitely prefer this one, by the way.”

Logan lets the two of you bicker, his eyes slipping shut again. 

Your apartment is quieter than Wade’s. The bed comparable to the one they shared last time. Can’t remember the last time he’s felt a warmth like this. 

Soft, where your back tucks against his chest. His hand shifts to your hip, curving against soft flesh. Wade’s hand rests close enough to touch, fingers just brushing. Facing you, thighs twined together as he sandwiches you between them.

The shower had been nicer, as well. Snug, when you had pulled them in with you. Taking turns under the warm spray. He had commented on it - a way to drag out the scratch of fingers through his hair. The swirl of soap against his skin, and he had been too blissed out to bother with the facade when a second set of hands grabbed his ass. 

Staying just a little longer, as their hands found their way between your thighs. Wade thumbing at your clit as his own fingers fucked the cum deeper into your cunt. Twin marks sucked into your neck, as your legs threatened to give out - still shaky from before.

You stir against him. Words heavy with sleep.

“Wade didn’t say it earlier.” You yawn - shuffling, so you can help over to face him. 

Logan’s brow rises, as you clarify.

“There’s a caveat to our earlier question.”

“Good word choice.” Wade hums, “11 points, and I bet you were a real pleasure to have in class.”

A low chuckle, when your hips press back against his in warning - as your eyes flip up to Logan’s. 

“It’s a two-for-one deal,” The corner of your lips tug up, “It’s both of us, or nothing.”

“All for one, and one for all,” Wade’s chin hooks over your shoulder, ignoring how you elbow him, “And can you really afford not to take that?”

Supposes it’s cute, that you think you have to tell him this. That his eyes haven’t equally wandered, even if it’s only half-admitted. Too caught on wondering if the only something good he had will change, if he truly allows himself to want something. 

That it’s not only the feeling of your mouths on his cock that he revisits, though he does think of that often.

There’s other moments as well. Squeezing hands and smiles and the way you both look at him. The toothbrush that you had ready tonight, just incase he forgot his. The handle blue, when he slipped it in the cup - tucked next to red and purple.

Your words still spark brightly in his chest, settling low behind his ribs. It quells an uneasy twist that’s been lingering there for the past few weeks. 

Something unsteady, finally finding purchase. 

“Don’t know why you’re clarifying though, gorgeous.” His cheek rubs against yours like a cat. Those brown eyes meet his as well, and it’s hard to bite back the low inhale of breath.

“Considering he tongue-fucked the shit out of me earlier, I think he’s good.”

He huffs in reply, but he can’t bite back the curve of his lips. Not anymore - and he finds that he doesn’t want to.

“Yeah.” Logan agrees. That something turning soft inside him, the smile pulling just a little wider. 

“I’m good.”

thanks so much for reading!! 💖 there's a couple more moments I'd love to explore with them in the future! (but in case I'm not able to, I wanted to end it on this sweet note between them all. )

[pastelbatfandoms]

My Kpop MCU DR💖🌠

Inspired by the lore in their MV's.

Stray Kids-

They are still a Kpop group, Bang Chan is still the leader because he brought them together but Changbin manifested them in that reality.

Felix accidently shifted there, and is now "stuck." Has powers of his own, like the blue flames.

Felix has a sword similar to Renji from Bleach. It can reach long distances & unleashes a blue flame. (I had a dream about it)

Felix controls his powers through his pulse. Is unknowingly part angel/demon.

Everyone thinks he created Stray Kids but it was actually Changbin.

Changbin also has lightning & god like powers which he can use on other groups like Itzy.

Changbin knows about parallel universes & alternate realities. They all do now but Binnie is the one who scripted Twice, Itzy & NMIXX's powers.

Changbin also has energy manipulation.

Han has telekinesis.

Seungmin can freeze & turn back time but not change it.

Lee Know can time travel & go to other planets & universes.

Hyunjin can shape shift (only into other humans) & has super speed (like his speed mirage)

I.N. can duplicate & clone himself. Is an alien as is Han.

Only Bang Chan knows. Bang Chan is also a Werewolf.

Dr Strange has helped Felix control his powers but keeps an eye on Lee & Changbin because of what they can do.

They all can teleport

My other dr self Lilianne, Deadpool & Wolverine are fans.

They can transform into their respective animals...👇

Felix- Yellow Bird (as well as mythical ones) 🐦‍🔥

Changbin- Pig & Warthog 🐽🐗

Han- Beaver, Chipmunk & Squirrel 🐿️🦫

Hyunjin- Ferret & any rodent 🐹🐁

Lee- Rabbit & Cat 🐈‍⬛🐇🐅

I.N.- Fox 🦊

Bang Chan- Wolf 🐺

Seungmin- Dog 🐶🐕

TxT

Together by Tomorrow is also in this DR. All the boys have super agility & know martial arts.

They are also descendants of Fallen Angels.

Yeonjun, the leader, can leap large distances, has solar powers & demon horns (Which he uses glamour to hide) Yeonjun's power color is blue.

Beomgyu has super strength, as well as can grow spikes along his body. Knows magic, is able to see & communicate with spirits. His color is green.

Soobin knows pyromancy. Has demonic features like large pointed ears, connected to The Fae. His color is red.

Taehyun has ice powers & demon eyes. His color is purple.

Kai has wings & can fly. Is most connected to their angel/demon/fae lives. Kai's color is yellow.

All of them time travel & portal jump. Thanks to Beomgyu's spell book. (Given to him by Hecate & Cernunnos) Dr Strange is watching them all closely.

My DR Self

Another version of me in my MCU dr is Michiru. I also have the same one (without abilities & in different relationships) in my other Kpop drs so I won't be explaining my background here other than I'm in NMIXX (replacing Sullyoon) and aware I shift.

I am the "Tech Girl" (Similar to Daisy Johnson aka Quake) and like I.N., knows what is going on in that universe. Especially with the clones and androids.

I have an app that can control or stop them.

Friends with Itzy & Twice.

All of NMIXX can traverse realms & are aware of shifting.

Came from the same post apocalyptic world as Stray Kids, BTS, Twice & Ateez (But Ateez, despite being space pirates, did not shift to the MCU)

I can also see spirits & through realms. I use music to concentrate. I can also see through dimensions via electronics as if I was there.

I am in a relationship with Yeonjun & Bang Chan. (Possibly other members as well)

Polyamoures.

NMIXX are all two years older than in their cr.

My emoji 🦄

I have mini shifted a bunch of times and had a couple ungrounded shifts as well, that I will talk about in another post! Also one of my first full shifts!

[scottsummersleftnipple]

Fellas, is it gay to drag your future boyfriend away from his exploding truck?

[simply-aces]

Happy Pride Month from my fave polycule!

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Yes!

Sharing Nicely - Logan Howlett [Wolverine] x Wade Wilson [Deadpool] x F!Reader

tags: NSFW, MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, deadpool and wolverine are "playfully" territorial, platonic massage, more throuple vibes, playful costuming, deadpool is a bratty sub, movie accurate Logan Howlett attitude, Logan Howlett is an animal, service dom Logan Howlett, mean dom Logan Howlett, submissive Wade Wilson, guided oral, sharing the bowl, definitely more knifeplay [?], edging, wolvie-style, kneeling sex, j*ck off show, praise kiiiink, Wade is a good boy, wrap it before you tap it psa, cre*mpie, c*m decorations, slight aftercare

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: You try to give Logan a massage, but Wade wants attention too.

a/n: i gave myself good brain scratches with the last fic so imma write some more until i tire myself out; call me obsessed.

You pushed your palms up under Logan's shoulder blades, admiring the bristled hair that decorated along his back. He released a heavy growl out in the direction of the headboard, wedging the pillow he was relaxed again further under his chest.

"Fuuuuck, that's good," Logan grit, turning over his shoulder to smirk. "Keep doing that."

You smiled down at your boyfriend, raising up on your knees to knead into his sides. "Tell me if I hurt you?"

Logan shook his head, dropping his face into the mattress with a deep groan. You bit into your bottom lip, pulsing your fingers against his hot skin before trailing down to squeeze his lovable handles.

He stretched his back, grinding his teeth in a low growl. "Harder, babe. Right there."

Your heart rushed at his utterance, catching your breath as you rolled your hips forward at the tops of thighs. Following his direction, you pressed into his lovable handles, kneading into the stiff muscle there and earning his version of a whimper.

"God fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to the mattress to release his soft noises.

The door creaked open to Wade peeking his nose into the doorway. His head tilted into the room, catching your attention.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked cheekily, earning your grin at him. "You peggin'?"

You giggled at him, lifting onto your knees to press into Logan's back again. Logan lifted his head and snapped his glare back at Wade.

"Get out," he huffed.

"What about me?" Wade pouted teasingly, stepping into your room.

"Go fuck yourself," Logan retorted, turning his head back to the headboard.

"That's not as fun," Wade said, hopping onto the empty side of the bed and stretching out. "Come on, baby, come rub on me a little."

You laughed again, playfully rolling your eyes as Wade's hand grazed up your knee. "I'll make it worth your while if you make my banana cry."

Logan grunted, turning his head at Wade. He wormed his arm out from under his pillow and not-so-playfully jabbed Wade in the side.

Wade grimaced through his grin at you, baring his teeth in a smile seconds before Logan's claws found their way into his side. You looked plainly between your two men and shook your head.

"Are you two fighting over me?" You asked teasingly.

"No," Wade coyly said, sparing a glance over to Logan.

"Yes," Logan grit, retracting his claws and shaking the blood over Wade's side. His hand reached back to caress your knee, up to your thigh before his pinkie finger tempted under your shorts. "Stay on me, bub."

Wade mocked Logan. "Bub, come rub on me. Or I'll rub on you. Eat you out, turn you over. Whatever you want."

Logan's nostrils flared over at Wade, his hand leaving you to clamp over his throat and squeeze. You tapped at Logan's bicep for him to release Wade.

"Babe, relax," you said, taking Logan's hand back to your thigh. You looked over to Wade. "Not right now, Wade."

Wade deflated, pulling his arms behind his head to watch you. "That's fine, I like watching you two."

Logan snarled, which was cut short with the heels of your palms baring into his back, grazing down with a heavy pressure. He groaned, his pitch heightening the further you got down.

You punctuated with a deep press into the small of Logan's back, earning another soft whimper.

"Wow, can I try?" Wade asked, reaching over to touch Logan's back.

Logan's top lip peeled back, growling in a fashion that you felt in your core. You rolled your hips against the backs of his legs again, leaning forward to playfully nibble at Logan's earlobe.

"Relax. Wade's just playing. Aren't you, Wade?" You asked, raising your brows at Wade.

He recoiled his hand, bored at the turn of events. You smirked at him, returning your attention to Logan. "Better?"

Logan rolled his head against the mattress, lifting his head at your unsharp teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Be better if you were naked."

"That's what I'm saying!" Wade added, pouting his bottom lip out at you.

You shook your head at the two men on the bed; you reached out and playfully mushed Wade's face away. The one time they came together on an idea, let it be your men.

"Grab the body oil," you said casually to Wade, instructing him on a quick hunt.

You watched as Wade scrambled off the bed, his lack of brows raised in excitement. "Okay! Let me grab your nylon thong and crop top too!"

You scoffed amusedly at Wade as Logan raised his head to look back at you. "Are you really gonna wear that?"

"No," you drew out, looking down at your attire. The spaghetti strap crop tank and free flow shorts doing the same job.

"Would you wear it for me?" Logan raised a brow curiously. You smirked down at your boyfriend, pressing into the middle of his back and earning his groan.

"If you wear a leather jacket."

Logan's face metered out, his brows evening before smirking. "If Wade comes back with it, I'll wear the jacket when we go out."

He turned onto his side, making you raise up on your knees for him to roll on his back. You pursed your lips in thought as Logan played at the hem of your shorts, just as Wade rushed back in with his arms full.

He panted, dropping his finds onto the bed like a proud puppy. You and Logan looked over at Wade's finds: a bright red nylon thong, his old x-force training crop shirt, and a bottle of body oil.

Glancing from Wade to Logan, both of them were eagerly silent as you weighed your options. You climbed off of the bed, grabbing the items Wade scrounged together and starting towards the bathroom.

You stopped at the doorway, looking back at your boys. "I want you both ready when I get back."

Wade and Logan looked at each other, both nodding before you shut the door. It was a quick change, peeling off your shorts to replace with the thong. The slinky fabric slipped over your cheeks, lining directly up your butt and resting naturally on your hips.

You did the same with your tank top, replacing it with the crop top that barely kept your breasts hidden with your arms at your sides. Turning in the mirror, you admired your body in Wade's odd choices.

The curve of your butt was accentuated by the bright red, your breasts peeking out from the bottom of the yellow-blue crop top. You cracked open the door to the bedroom, prompting the boys to get ready.

You snatched the bottle from the bathroom counter and leaned in the doorway. You teasingly exaggerated your exit, tossing your hair behind your shoulder before holding up the bottle.

"Who's ready for a rub down?" You asked, surprised that both Logan and Wade were sat on the bed, stripped down to their boxers.

"Holy-" Wade began, gaping at you.

"Shit," Logan finished, sitting up from lounging on his side. He immediately shoved Wade away and bucked up on all fours.

You giggled at him, then Wade who grabbed the back of Logan's neck to shove his face to the mattress. "Bad dog. Come here, sweetheart."

Logan growled and tossed his arm out at Wade, slapping him in the stomach to release him. You stood patiently, waiting their petty fight out before tossing the bottle onto the bed between them.

You held your hands on your hips, glaring at the two of them and taking the lead for the men. "Hey! Eyes on me."

They both paused, taken aback by your stern tone before sitting and staring at you; your nipples peaked out from the bottom of your shirt, taking more attention as Wade hummed.

You took a knee onto the bed, then the other, using Logan's shoulder to steady yourself. Grabbing the bottle, you flipped the top and squeezed a small dollop of the oil onto your palm.

You took the cool oil to your neck, rubbing it along your shoulder with a deep hum before doing it again, this time reaching to massage oil into Wade's burnt neck.

Logan slipped the bottle from your hands, opening it to gather a handful and moving behind you. His hands, calloused and large, started at the waistband of your thong, his nails grazing your skin to show his restraint.

Wade turned into your migrating hands, looking over your shoulder to your menacing junkyard dog boyfriend. "He's right behind you, you know."

You grinned, palming over Wade's shoulders before reaching up his neck to share moisture to your other hand. "I know."

Logan sneered over your shoulder at Wade, rounding his hands to your stomach then gliding up to tease at your breasts. You cooed by his touch, focusing your eyes on Wade before leaning in to kiss him.

Wade's hands nervously hovered over your hips, wanting to partake in touching though Logan's eyes bored into his forehead. You grinned, glancing over to Logan as he ducked his face into your neck. He kissed you there, dragging his lips and tongue down as his hands kneaded heavily at your breasts.

Wade narrowed his eyes at Logan, placing his hands on your thighs and kneading at them carefully. You giggled between them, feeling Wade migrate his fingers to tease around your thong.

"Wade," Logan warned, parting from your neck to snarl. "You know the rules."

Wade pouted, leaning in to whisper at you. "What happens if I don't follow the rules?"

You smirked, leaning into Wade's mouth. "I'd follow them, Wade."

He scoffed, readily flossing your thong in the front, stringing it around your clit and earning a keen from you. Logan's hands instinctively shut it down, his fingers diving into your panties before Wade's could.

Logan scrubbed at your clit, leaning you back into him while he turned his nose at Wade. You moaned, stretching yourself against Logan as his fingers curled into your pussy.

"That's not fair," Wade grit, releasing his fingers from your panties.

"You didn't ask," Logan sneered, pulling your panties aside for Wade to witness his thick fingers pushing into you.

"Boys," you breathed, trying to keep level as your hands slipped off of Wade.

Logan turned into your ear, shushing you as he glared at Wade. "Wade, are you going to be a good boy?"

Wade grumbled, his mouth worming and readying to say something. You tilted your head back on Logan's shoulder, losing your control over the situation. Logan was once again in charge.

"Yes," he said shortly, dropping his chin and looking under his brow at Logan, barely stashing his pout.

Logan's signature grin returned, dropping his head to lick a stripe up your neck, staking his claim once again. "Why don't you get on the floor for me?"

Wade straightened up, slipping his legs off of the edge of the bed and kneeling onto the floor. Logan squinted, giving his soft praise while still working you over.

He pulled you over to the edge of the bed, propping you up before peeling from your back. He slipped his fingers out of you, painting your juices on your inside thigh.

With a sigh, you propped yourself up on your palms, rolling your head back between your shoulders. Logan slipped off of the bed, sitting next to Wade with his cock fully at attention.

"I gotcha, bub," Logan said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your thong and peeling them down. He kissed between your knees, down your calves, following your panties dropping to the floor.

He took your knee, spreading your leg open before tenderly caressing the back of Wade's head. Logan leaned into his ear, whispering something incoherent before pulling back and guiding Wade's mouth into your pussy.

You gasped instantly, your chest heaving as Wade's tongue slipped into you. Staring down at Wade, you glanced to Logan, who's eyes were blown to obsidian.

His snarl never left, his hold on the back of Wade's neck metered on gentle before snatching him out of you. Logan took the helm, nosing your clit and lining down your lips before suckling in your erect nub and pressing two fingers inside.

Your stomach curled, your knees threatening to magnetize together but Wade held one leg still as Logan held the other. You cried out to the ceiling, rocking your hips onto Logan's fingers, ready to explode.

Logan reeled back with sharp huff, blowing a hot breath over you, pulling his fingers out. The boys stared in sick awe as your pussy gulped, hungry for replacement.

He offered up Wade again, letting him lick up your leaking juices before pulling him off again. "Do you think she's had enough?"

Wade nodded, licking his lips as his eyes were hazy. Logan leaned in, licking at corner of Wade's mouth before kissing him. It was feverish, fueled by his sneers and sharp teeth. Logan bit into his bottom lip, earning a moan from Wade that Logan ate.

You caught your breath between them, relaxing your body from the edge of orgasm while Logan attempted to share his affection on Wade. It lasted longer than you expected without incident, only punctuated with Logan's claws extending just behind Wade's head.

He pulled Wade off of him, tilting his head. Letting him go, he clicked his tongue for Wade to climb onto the bed. Logan turned to you, running his hand up your body before pushing you back onto the bed. "Roll over, sweetheart. Assume the position."

You trilled, turning onto your stomach and raising up on your knees to present for Logan. Logan grinned evilly over your back to Wade, peeling his boxers down to reveal his hardened length.

You tilted your head on the bed to see Wade, sat at the head of the bed, stroking his hard cock. Glancing back at Logan, he offered you a sharp spank to the apple of your ass.

He ran his hands over your body, stripping you out of your shirt before tearing it from your arms and tossing it to Wade. "This is what good boys get, Wade," Logan grunted, sliding his steel cock into you and earning a heightened moan.

Wade paused, pouting down at you as your hands reached out to stabilize yourself. Your eyes lulled with each heavy thrust Logan gave, a cacophony of skin slapping skin and muted moans from you the only thing left in the room.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Logan asked, raising his brow at Wade.

Wade simpered, raising up on his knees to stroke his cock just before your face. "Just a little kiss?"

Logan uttered an animal sound, nothing more than instinct within his reddening chest. His claws slashed out, using them to climb onto the bed and actually mount you as his inner beast instructed.

His claws dug into the mattress, shielding your body with his. "Fuck your hand, Wade. Or fuck off."

"L-Logan," you panted, reaching a hang out to brace his stubbled cheek. You tried to offer him lenience, even in the position you were in.

He shied away from your touch, if only for a moment; his cock twitched with a new ferocity, your walls suctioned around him tighter than before.

Glancing up at Wade, Logan's nostrils flared before relenting. He pulled back his claws on his right hand, resting it on your hip with a drawback of his cock.

You whimpered as Logan nuzzled into your palm, soaking up the soft feeling of your fingers on his beard. He reached for the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss your cheek before directing you to Wade.

"You be grateful for her," Logan grit at Wade, who whimpered as your mouth circled around his tip.

Wade fell back on his haunches, his fingers curling through your hair as he stared at Logan. "T-thank you."

He massaged at your temples, his fingers working through your hair while he slowly canted his hips, pushing his cock in and out of your open mouth. At the same time, Logan resumed his pace, leaving you suspended between the two men.

Your hand reached out, twitching in response to Logan's heavy thrusts; with your mouth occupied, your moans fed into Wade's thrusts, earning a few pleased hisses from him.

"Y-you wanna Eiffel Tower this? Really seal the triangle?" Wade asked, removing one hand from your hair to offer out to Logan.

Logan growled, once again showing his dislike for Wade's mouth when not put to good use. He reached out, pulling Wade a bit closer before tenderly tapping his cheek.

"Just for that, I'm gonna make sure you finish last," Logan posed, almost an empty threat.

His eyes were dark and flooded with adrenaline, his brow low as he stared into Logan. "I got all night to make you miserable."

You hummed, feeling Logan pause inside you as Wade receded. Hand reaching out again, you tapped at Logan's thigh for him to be easy.

Logan pulled you off of Wade's cock, righting you on your knees to be sandwiched between both men. Logan curled an arm around your stomach, his fingers spread precariously around your clit.

"You said you like watching us," Logan grunted, resuming his pace but now thrusting, gaining momentum like a steam train.

You bowed against Logan's body, hands held out to brace yourself against Wade's chest. Wade's nostrils flared, something he'd picked up from Logan, and watched you two fuck before him as his cock twitched at being fully ignored.

He tried to kiss you, but Logan clamped a hand over your mouth cutting off your loud noises reverberating through the room. Logan glanced down at Wade's cock, dripping and damp from your mouth.

"Why don't you show us how you like your cock stroked? How you jerk off to us fucking in front of you?" Logan metered out, restraining himself.

He slowly retracted his hands from their places to rest on your hips, allowing you to drape against him. Wade groaned, taking grip of his cock once more and stroking his length gently.

He winced, reaching his swollen tip before reversing back down to his base with a slow pull. You glanced at Wade through hazy eyes, noticing him masturbating to the two of you.

Logan nodded coolly, tilting to whisper in your ear. "Do you see how well behaved he is, even when he doesn't get a reward? He can listen so well sometimes."

You smiled softly at him, noting the grit at the end of his words. At the same time, Logan thrust into you harder, ringing a part of you that caused a loss of breath.

Your eyes fluttered between rolling and watching, feeling balanced in a delicate nature. Logan drew his tongue along your neck, nibbling at your ear before reaching to touch your clit.

"Are you gonna cum to me or Wade? He's putting on a show," Logan prompted, silently willing you to look at Wade.

He was on the verge of hiccups, fist in his mouth as he bit his knuckles to hold on'; Wade's cock was drooling with precum, begging to be released.

"Say Wade's name like you so sweetly do. Cum on my cock and tell Wade he's a good boy."

Your fingers on Logan's thigh curled to clench into his skin, your pussy throbbing on the edge of release. Logan reached down to teasingly wisp his fingers back and forth on your clit, causing your undoing.

You got caught, sweating from the heat Logan's chest gave off while staring at Wade struggling to not cum.

"Wade," you gasped, your free hand reaching out for Wade's stomach. Your fingers dragged along the divots of his abs, tracing on the burn scars decorating his skin. "Good boy, you're such a good boy."

Logan chuckled, pausing his thrusts to revel in the vice grip of your pussy. It begged at his cock, urging him to cum deep inside you as the ultimate territorial claim. But he refrained, catching his breath before finally succumbing to your molten walls.

He buried his face in your neck, curling his arms around your chest and waist, ready to tuck you away in the deepest pocket of his bed and keep you for himself.

But he opened his eyes, looking over to Wade. He was still trying to maintain, opting use his fingers to tease at his shaft though his face was reddening from restraint.

"Logan," you started, finally regaining a bit of your consciousness. "Let him go."

Logan exhaled, then reached a hand out to slap Wade's away. He took grip of Wade's cock, stroking in a tender pull that had Wade bowing his head back, ready to lose.

"No hard feelings, bub. Why don't you aim for her pretty pussy? Cum right on her clit," Logan said, gearing up his strokes and causing Wade to whimper.

"It's okay, you're a real good boy, showing how you take directions...when you want," Logan continued, his tone hoarse. "But I want you to paint her cunt so you can clean up both our messes later."

He grinned mischievously, earning Wade's furrowed brows and gaped mouth. Logan edged you off of his shoulder with a tender nudge.

"Help him out, baby. Or else he'll be a pain all night."

You scoffed, reaching for Wade's hands and sliding them under your top, prompting him to knead at your breasts. Wade groaned at the feeling of your pebbled nipples in his palms, how you spread your legs further as he massaged.

The combination of the two of you became too much; Wade groaned out, cumming into Logan's hand and your pussy. The warmth of his essence slid down your skin, splitting around your clit and between your lips, undoubtedly mixing with Logan's overflowing load.

Logan retracted his hand as Wade sat on his haunches in defeat; pulling out of you, he watched as you fell to your side to catch your breath.

He lovingly pat Wade's hip then clambered off of the bed to get a towel. When he returned, you found the energy to sit up and strip bare.

Wade was lounged between the two sets of pillows, eyes lulling with the false security of sleep. You shook your head as Logan climbed onto the bed and reached between your legs to clean you up.

"You two do not know how to share nicely." You aimed the last word at Logan, who was doing his best to not smile at you.

"I said I'd share," Logan retorted lightly, tossing the damp cloth to Wade's at-attention cock. "I never said evenly."

"If at fucking all," Wade chimed in, wiping his cock off with the cloth before tossing it off of the bed.

Logan bit back a snarl, only to be met by Wade sitting up and wrapping his arms around Logan's neck. He playfully nuzzled his face into Logan's ear, earning a set of claws extended into his ribs.

"It's okay, Wolvie. We got all night to learn about sharing."

[thewhitehotroom]

Any feelings about the suggestion made in X-Men one's room layout that Jean Grey, Cyclops and Wolverine have now settled into the love triangle? Bout time?

It is definitely an interesting development if it turns out to be true. When Jean returned I personally thought that she needed to be written as her own person and not pushed back towards Cyclops or Wolverine. I wouldn’t and won’t be surprised if it happens, but there is a lot to unpack with those relationships that I feel like has never really been addressed or explored. If they are in a polyamorous relationship of sorts it’ll be interesting to see how it plays out.

[jadeharleyofficial]

logan wolverine is in two separate polyamours relationships and i think that’s great of him