#wade wilson gifs

[maybefalsefacts]

Wade was 100% trying to get squished between the two

X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009)

[linusbenjamin]

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) dir. Shawn Levy

[enbyfvcker]

Under the influence

Wade Wilson x Logan (Worst!Wolverine)

Word Count: 1,2k

Tags: alcohol, suggestive content, mutual pining, kissing.

So what if he actually wants to live with the off-putting, annoying, mouthy roommate he got himself with? So what if he started to enjoy the merc's company and even his stupid jokes? So what if every time Wade flirts with Logan, he wishes it wasn't a joke, that it was genuine.

It's been a few weeks since Logan started living with Wade and Althea. It was... different. It took him a while to get used to living with other people after so much time being alone. He told himself it was only temporary, that he would get a job and only stay there until he could push himself up and find somewhere else to be. It was the plan at first. But it began to be less and less convincing whenever he told himself that.

Sue him.

God, he needs a drink.

He isn't used to this. This shit is usually easy. When he likes someone, he simply acts on it. It's simple, not this... confusing turmoil in his head.

First of all: he hasn't been with a guy for a while. With anyone, for that matter. And second: the first person he actually wants after so long is motherfucking Wade Wilson?

He must be broken. He really must be the worst Wolverine of all because there's no way a normal one would follow this 'plot', right?

Fuck, he's spending too much time with Wade.

Sleep seemed to elude him, so he goes out in the middle of the night when everyone's asleep to get a drink. He buys two bottles of Whisky in some convenience store and wanders through the streets he's still trying to memorize. He didn't want to drink at the apartment or at a bar, so he just tries to walk it off. He downs an entire bottle in less than 10 minutes, and it barely does anything, but the agitation in his mind seems to slowly ease.

Maybe he could just try to ignore it, right? Who cares if he feels his heart race and his eyes wander whenever Wade gets out of the shower? Who cares if he wants to trace and map every scar and make a whole catalog for them in his mind? It's not like he isn't used to not having what he wants. Except, this time, the only thing in his way is himself.

He doesn't want to think about it. Tossing the empty bottle in a trash can, he opens the second one and starts downing it. It was a finger filled when he arrived at the apartment. He walked the stairs and double-checked the number on the door to make sure he didn't end up invading someone's place. Tapping his pockets, he curses himself when he doesn't find the fucking key. He must have left it inside.

This shit is stripping him off of brain cells.

Logan bangs his head on the door miserably and slides to the floor, sitting with his back against the wood. He finished the rest of the bottle, and he was pretty sure he was going to stay there until sunrise when, after a few minutes, the door opened, and he fell on the floor with a thud. Above Logan was a very shirtless Wade looking down at him.

"There you are, peanut. We have time for walkies, remember? Didn't I walk you yesterday?"

"I'm not a fucking dog." Logan grunts, his words slurred.

"Are you going to get up?" Wade asks with a grin, receiving only a groan in response. "Okay-dokey." He reaches down and puts Logan's arms over his shoulders to get him standing, arm wrapping around his waist. "Come on, puppy." Logan snarls at that, but he just lets him.

Wade smells nice... And Logan has too much alcohol in his veins to stop himself from nuzzling against Wade's neck after he closes the door. His brain seemed to shut down, and all he can think about is how close Wade is and the feeling of his arm around him.

"Aw, is pup clingy?" Wade teases, receiving a low growl in response. "Did cat got your t-" He's interrupted by Logan's weight pressing him on the door. His heart flutters and he gasps in surprise at the sudden nibbles on his neck. And if he had any body hair, Wade would have goosebumps all over.

"Okay, wow- Hold up, peanut-" Logan sucks a dark bruise in the merc's skin, watching as it slowly disappeared. His hand grabbed Wade's and guided it under his shirt. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck, you should really stop-"

"Why?" Logan presses himself closer, and Wade's resolve almost crumbles to nothing when he feels the hard bulge pressure against his thigh.

"Cause- You're drunk, and... Oh god." Wade's focus was drifting as the nibbles turned to straight up bites into his neck. He pushes Logan away slightly. "Nononono, you shouldn't do 'it' with drunk people. Fucking keep it together, Wade Junior, dammit." He babbled mostly to himself, trying not to think of how he wanted to let his hand wander where Logan placed it, and beyond-

"Thought you wanted this." Logan looks up at him, a hint of pink in his cheeks that has Wade's heart aching.

"Yeah, but not-"

"Were it all actually just jokes, then? You didn't... mean it?"

"No, no, I do! I did. I do want it, gosh, if it isn't obvious enough. I just can't with you like this."

Logan only seemed to listen the 'I want it' part.

"It'll wear off any second anyway... healing factor, remember?" Logan presses his lips against Wade's in an almost desperate kiss, their tongues quickly meeting hungrily. Wade melts into the kiss for a few seconds before scolding himself and pulling away.

"Nonono. No. God, you're making this really hard for me. In every way- Look, let's get you to bed and talk about it in the morning, okay? Okay." Wade pushes Logan's body off of him with some difficulty - earning a frustrated grunt from him - and practically drags him to his room, placing the gruff hairy man at the bed.

"I'm not sleepy..." Logan groans as Wade removes his shoes.

"Of course not." When he finishes removing the shoes from Logan, he hears him snoring, already drifted out with a very prominent erection, and he has to chuckle to himself.

Maybe he'll sleep on the couch tonight.

...

Logan wakes up with a headache, the sunlight too bright as he opens his eyes.

He sits on the bed, looking around him. He doesn't see Wade.

Wade.

Fuck.

Flashes of last night come to his mind, and he wants to punch himself.

Stupidstupidstupidstupid-

Logan walks to the living room, hoping maybe Wade is out doing groceries or something, but there he is at the stove frying some eggs with his little pink apron.

"Oh, hey peanut! Good morning. Slept well?" Logan just groans, sitting at a chair and rubbing his eyes. Wade places a plate of eggs in front of him and smiles. "So, you wanna talk about-"

"No." Logan cuts him off, still avoiding the merc's eyes.

"You sure?"

"Can we-" He finally looks at Wade. "Can we just pretend it never happened? Things don't have to change, it's... I shouldn't have..."

"I don't really wanna pretend. And sometimes change is good." Wade replies simply. "I meant what I said."

"What did you say?" Logan still doesn't really recall every detail.

"I want it. You, I mean."

"Oh."

"Jesus, I can smell the gayness from afar. Get a room." Althea mumbles as she steps into the kitchen.

"Good morning to you, too, Al." Wade grins. When he looks back at Logan, he can see the screws turning in his brain. He didn't really know what to say.

"I... Do, too."

"I know, peanut."

Let me know if you would like a part two!

[honig-dachs]

why does this look like the freakiest gay shit is about to go down. like i didn't even edit this. whoever put these shots together was crazy

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Wait, what?!

So Ryan can kiss Conan like this, but Marvel won't let Deadpool and Wolverine kiss like this??

[icarusredwings]

Logan's kit.

Morpherinepool

No tw! Pure puppy Logan fluff!

Thinking about Wade coming home to Logan nuzzling something in his big human sized pink dog bed, his nose sniffing and nudging something ever so gently but his eyes are slit. They're small and like a German short hair pointer that found it's prey, pointing with his nose at it, his tail wiggling just slightly at the end. The same way Puppins did when she found a big cockroach to hunt, staring at it like he'd pounce any second.

"Whatcha got there, Peanut? Don't tell me you brought in another rat." He mutters, but as he gets close to the bed, Logan turns, quickly standing to cover the thing, growling and baring his teeth, tail tucking against his jogger pants.

Wade sighs, putting his hands up "Okay, okay. But is it? You get in the trash or somethin? Logan we talked about this. You don't have to eat garbage."

It's now that Logan takes something white and fluffy into his mouth, using gentle jaws to pick it up, running into the bedroom under the bed.

Groaning, Wade has a feeling whatever this is. He wasn't supposed to have it, and the squeak only made him wonder if he did actually have a rat. Oh shit what if it's a kitten? When did he go out and find a kitten? Thinking more, he was trying to go through his "Wild white animals" list, now worried that Logan had gone to the zoo and taken a wolverine kit. He was just talking about how they just had 2 and Wade knew how much wanted a kit to take care of.

"Looaaggiieee.. what is it? Where did you get-"

He crouches down onto his hands and knees, looking under the bed to see Logan making a den for his mystery kit.

Almost immediately, Logan snarls, pulling the blanket and hoodie den close to his chest, shifting to turn his back on him.

"Wolvie, You're being such a good daddy, but can I see your baby?"

"Ggrrr..."

"Alright. But you left me no choice." Wade huffs, sitting up and backing away, now sitting on his knees as he pats his thighs. "D'aaaww my big boooyy~ come're my brave boy! Let me see your baby, oh thats a good boy, oh good job, such brave Wolvie."

Slowly and scared, Logan keeps his head low to the ground, his tail waggling behind him and his eyebrows furrowing upwards into a nervous, embaressed smile. Whimpering, Logan keeps the puff of fur in his mouth, anxious to give Wade the 'baby' he had aquired while Wade was out.

"Ooh what a good boy. Oh yes you are. Such a good wolvie, and what a pretty baby. A pretty baby you have. Are you a good daddy? Huh?"

Logan nods, letting Wade pet his head but still growled if Wade's hand came near his mouth.

Scratching his chin and scruff of his cheeks, Wade smirked, knowing how to play this game.

"What a good boy, Loagie. Keeping your baby all safe and warm. Is he a good baby? Yeah? Oh im so proud of you. And your baby is so cute, Can I see? I wont touch him I promise. But can you drop it? Drop it Loagie. Lemme see your beautiful baby, big boy." He coes, putting his hands in his lap as Logan whimpered again, shifting to drop the thing about 2 feet from him, looking at Wade and wagged his tail harder, his bottom starting to shake, wanting praised.

For a moment, Wade was terrified that the thing was dead, but the thing unballed itself, shaking its fur and licking its hands, cleaning its face.

"Oh! A bunny! Baby boy, where did you get a bunny?" Wade gasps, realizing. "And he's alive!! You didn't kill your bunny friend!! Oh, im so proud of you, Peanut! But seriously, where did you get this bunny?" Putting a hand out to touch the rabbit, Logan snapped at him, growling and warned him not to try to touch the rabbit again.

This was Logan's kit. Not Wade's. So wade wasnt allowed to touch. Only look and compliment how pretty his kit was.

Logan would gladly show off his baby, Picking it back up as he looked at Wade, wanting him to praise how cute the kit was.

Nodding, Wade understood perfectly. "Ooh I see. What a pretty baby, Logan. You always have such pretty kits, Wolvie but.. where's this kits mama? Huh? Youre such a good daddy, I know, but where did you find'em sweetheart?"

Whining again, he hops up onto the bed, dropping the white rabbit, starting to circle it only to lay down.

Moments later, the rabbit turns into a person, a person Wade knows all too well. They groan and stretch. Logan's tail wags for a different reason now, excited to see his friend.

"Oh! Morph, you rascal! He could have killed you, ya know! He loves killing bunnys." Wade says, watching as Kevin starts petting Logans head.

"He wouldn't. He knows it's me. Besides, he asked me too. He wanted to work on his impulse." They grin, letting Logan lick up their cheek.

"Yeah, but what if he did? He wouldn't forgive himself."

"I know. That's why I agreed. Started off kinda rough, not gonna lie. Kept trying to claw me and chase me but soon he just started treating me like a pup of his. Kinda nice naping while the Wolverine watches over you, yaknow?"

Wade giggles becuse he feels the same way.

"Greatest feeling in the world. You want a drink or something? I'm making dinner tonight if you wanna hang out."

Kevins nose crinkles. "If you're making dinner, Im leaving."

Wade's jaw drops, smiling. "How rude! But I mean, it's not like Mr. Puppy man can cook. Come oooonn. Stay. Promise to only burn it a little bit."

Morph looks over the two, seeing how happy Logan was, and Wade seemed pretty sane today. "Will Althea mind?"

"I don't think so. Her and Boot are at Bridge night. They say they're walking the dog, but they aren't fooling anyone. No one walks the dog for 3 hours, especially not when Al needs a walker for longer than 20 minutes. If you ask me, I think they use puppins to bribe or steal from the other players. It's like a little date for them." He smiles, shrugging.

"How about I cook and you put on a movie?" Kevin says, helping Wade up as Logan follows them.

Putting a hand to his chest, Wade grins. "Mr. Sydney are you asking me on a date?"

Morph snorts, shrugging. "I mean, I wasn't, But I guess I am now. As long as you aren't cooking."

"Okay- Ouch."

"You know Gambit still hasn't gotten that pan clean?" Kevin asks, smirking in that teasing kinda way that made Wade completely understand why Logan liked them so much.

"Oh, come on! It was one time! Who knew it was going to catch on fire!?" He complains.

"Everyone. That's who."

Pouting, Wade speaks up again. "Fine, but if you're making dinner, I have one condition.."

"And what's that, Wade?" Morph knows where this is going, but doesn't ruin the moment. Instead, they just stare fondly, half lidded.

"Just no rabbit food- HA! Hah! Get it?! Cause? You were a rabb-"

The kiss was sudden and short, just long enough for Kevin to hold behind his ear and keep him quiet for two seconds.

When they pulled away, Wade blinks. "...."

They weren't actually sure if this would work, but they were glad that it did. They'd have to thank Logan later for the tip. Sometimes, kissing people to shut them up wasn't a bad thing.

"You done?" Morph asks, smiling smugly as Wade nods, lighting up like the sun.

"Good.. now come on. I think he's hungry."

They gestured to Logan, who was now staring at them both, wagging his tail with a massive grin and wide eyes.

Despite what people might think? Logan was more than glad they were getting along, but he still whines, wanting attention.

Giggling, they both lean down, kissing his cheeks and scratching behind his ears. Don't worry. They'd never forget about their good boy.

[celadons-penultimate]

🤔 Bodies that rapidly heal from nearly any damage? Oh, I know Deadpool & Wolverine use their fists for more than just punching... 😭😂🤣

[landoslastnerve]

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

[icarusredwings]

😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥹 let her be feral!! Let her climb walls with that toe claw of hers and hunt just as well, if not faster and better then Logan.

Shes more targeted, more eager to get to her prey while Logan is more experianced. More calculated.

Younger Laura would chase a deer off a cliff while Logan would circle around and get the deer before it reaches the cliff at all.

Laura and Wade father daughter relationship but the X-Men POV

Laura was new at the school and had caught a lot of people's attention. She was their late Logan's daughter which alone got her a lot of attention. Then add in how good she was at fighting? Well lots of people had been interested.

She was behind on schooling because of her life and subsequent time in the void. She had made it clear that was the only reason she was there in the first place. She would have gone anywhere else but the mansion was the safest bet for many reasons.

She had control over her powers sure but not so much her instincts. She was to put it nicely.....rabid.

Now most of the time she was fine if not slightly off-putting but other times it was bad. She was far worse then Logan ever was and they had to wonder if this is what Logan was like when he was younger.

She didn't have a handle on her instincts in the way he had and it was night and day comparing the two. Small thing set her off be that quick movement that triggered either growling or a prey drive. The growling and snarling was one thing, but the prey drive was a complete other.

Every time it had been triggered so far she had snapped herself out of it quickly but it still worried the others.

One day however had seemingly changed it all. Deadpool was at the mansion. Now usually you could run him off relatively easily however it was getting harder and harder to do that.

He had been sticking around Laura and thanks to eavesdropping it became clear why. He had (somehow) got himself into a parental role with her. Everyone had been dubious at that to say the least.

It was one of the days Deadpool had been hanging about when Laura had her prey drive activated. The difference was this time she didn't snap out of it. Needless to say they were all spooked because no one was sure what to do.

Surprisingly they didn't need to worry because Deadpool had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, took in the situation and laughed. "Look at the scary kitten." He crooned.

He then got her attention and started slowly backing away with a visible smile under the mask. "That's right Kit hunt me the experienced Wolverine ranger instead." He cooed.

The others watched on in shock as Deadpool slowly brought Laura away from everyone before turning on his heel and sprinting to a door that led outside. Laura gave chase a moment later claws unceiving as the launched herself after him.

The others followed after unable to sate their curiosity. Deadpool was in the back courtyard dodging away from Laura lunging at him. He was quite and seemingly able to predict her attacks all while he laughed.

Eventually she snagged him and managed to grapple him to the ground claws sinking into his chest pinning him to the ground. He just let it happen not putting up much of a fight. Even dramatically pretending to have died all while Laura perched atop of him.

She was panting with exertion while Deadpool just let her be. Eventually she blinked back to herself and retracted her claws. "You feel better?" Deadpool asked and it surprisingly wasn't in a joking or sarcastic tone. No he sounded genuine.

Laura huffed nodding her head before going to flop down onto him but Deadpool stopped her. "Not that I'm opposed but you don't want blood on you clothes." Laura sighed, "Your right." She grumbled getting up and offering out a hand to him.

"I usually am." Deadpool shot back easily grin audible as he took the offered hand and was pulled back up. He cupped Laura's face with a hand as he forced her to make eye contact with him.

"Laura." He said and she shrunk in on herself but Deadpool just continued, "You have got to tell us if you need to let of steam. I know you can't always help it, but you can end up hurting others. Hunting me and your Papá is fine but not everyone can play as hard as us."

Laura sighs, "I know I'm sorry I didn't realize it was getting bad." Deadpool shakes his head slightly before shaking Laura's head with his hand softly like one would do to a dog. "I know and I'm not mad promise, but now you'll have an easier time figuring out when you let off yeah?" He asked.

Laura smiled up at him, "Yeah thanks Pop." She thanks the man softly and he just pulls her into his side avoiding the blood. "Good girl now get going I know you have another class." With that he lets her go and they make their way back inside.

All the others can do with stare because when did Wade Wilson become someone with such capability to be a father? As Deadpool watched her run to make it to her next class he just shook his head fondly.

Scott couldn't help but speak, "You're... good with her." He observed. Wade just tilted his head in acknowledgment, "Sure she's not much different from kids I normally deal with." He answers easily tone...somber.

"What do you mean normally deal with?" Scott asked confused, "The kids who ordered hits I've gotten pretty good at dealing with them. Kids desperate and unsure of what to do." Deadpool answers with a shrug like the mear idea of him doing hits for kids wasn't absurd.

The group's confusion and apprehension must have been evident as he explained without being asked. "Usually not a serious as you're thinking. Abusive homes, stalkers, bullies. Things where they won't get help from any outside source that's worth a shit."

"What do you mean there are plenty of the people they can tell besides... you." The last part was tacked on with slight disgust from Jean. Deadpool turned to face her, "Yes because obviously I was their first choice. I mean why wouldn't anyone else do anything? I know I told other people when I was being beaten as a child and It definitely worked." His tone was obnoxiously upbeat and his sarcasm clear.

The others shifted awkwardly after that statement, "Lord forbid I do objectively good things and help kids out of shit situations." A beat then, "Laura never really had anyone and is worse off then most others combined. I don't completely understand but I get pretty damn close. I didn't become this beautiful for no reason after all."

The others shared glances unsure of what to say if anything. It wasn't necessary however as Deadpool continued like he always did.

"I've always wanted a kid you know?"

Dead silence.

"And what do you know I finally have one. Not made from me sure, but what does that matter? All I care about is not doing wrong by her and giving her the life she deserves."

None of the X-Men were sure how to respond to that.

[mrsaquaman187]

This smile was insane! He finally found someone who could take his cat-like temperament. Someone he can scratch as hard as he likes, and he won't be hurt. Someone who will take all the hits and never leave. Someone who will give him back as hard as he gives. Someone who won't die on him.

[tragicsiblings]

— (insp)

[buckyscap]

[blursbian]

Deadpool & Wolverine Honda Odyssey fight slowed gifset

[trashmouthsworld]

Has this been done yet

[enbyfvcker]

Kitty's got teeth

Wade Wilson x Logan (Worst!Wolverine)

Word count: 1k

Tags: established relationship, smut, dry humping, pet play, bondage, dom/sub dinamic, GentleDom!Wade, praise kink, degradation kink, dumbification, subspace (everything is consensual!!)

Wade was slowly learning how to get Logan completely out of control in bed. He could take anything, so it didn't take much convincing to Logan stop holding back like he was used to with everyone else.

Logan is strong, rough, and brutal, so he always had to control himself not to end up accidentally breaking his partners. But for once, he could let go with Wade. Doesn't matter what he does, the mouthy mercenary takes it with a fucking smile. All the times his claws accidentally pierce Wade when they come out against his will when they're fucking, all the times his teeth sink deep into scarred skin, all the times his nails draw blood, he could swear it made a smirk grow on Wade's face.

It's like they feed each other's fire, and it only grows to new extends. Maybe that's the reason Logan lets himself be more vulnerable with Wade. Maybe that's why he now finds himself on his knees with his hands tied behind his back even with how bulk he's build, even with how he could tear away his restrains at any second if he actually wanted to. But who is he kidding, it turns him the fuck on.

"You look so cute like this, Wolvie." Wade teases above him, looking down at him with a smirk as he pets Logan's hair. He snarls, even though the praise makes him blush.

"Shut up."

"Ohh, kitty's got teeth." Wade grins, walking to a drawer in the room and retrieving a black and yellow leather collar with a chain attached. Logan feels his cock throb at the sight.

"The fuck is that?"

"Oh, just a little gift I got for you, puppy." Wade walks back to the kneeled mutant obediently in place, a pink tint on his cheeks that slowly gets darker. Kneeling, Wade places the leather around Logan's neck, making sure it's not too tight. He stands back up, chain in hand as he admires his boyfriend's state. "You look adorable, peanut. Isn't it pretty?"

Logan just grunts lowly in response, looking away. Wade tsks and tugs on the chain, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Words, kitty." He's met with defiant eyes, and he can't help but grin.

"Yes." Logan growls.

"Good boy. Say 'thank you'."

Logan wants to snarl in response, but honestly, his brain went gooey at the praise.

"...Thank you."

"There you go. See? You can behave, sometimes." Wade gently guides Logan by the chain until he's nuzzling the bulge in the merc's pants. Their eyes are glued to each other's as Logan pulls Wade's zipper down with his teeth, earning a gasp from the man above him at the sight. He smirks at his reaction, licking base to tip against the clothed bulge. With a wicked smirk, he bites softly but strong enough. Wade hiss, grinning. Of course Logan doesn't submit without biting back.

"Ah ah ah, bad kitty." Wade tugs the chain up, removing his mouth from him. Logan has a bratty smile on his lips, looking up at him with challenging eyes.

"What? I didn't do anything." He fakes innocence, making Wade chuckle.

"Oh, you're asking for it, puppy." He walks back to the drawer, and Logan misses his closeness for a moment. "You know, the collar isn't the only thing I got you." He hears Wade speaking, and his eyebrow lifts in curiosity, his eyes glued to the merc's movements.

Wade turns around, holding a type of dog muzzle made of metal as he walks back to Logan. "I think it's past time I train you, don't you think?"

"Fuck no. You're not putting that thing on me, Wilson." Logan grunts, even though he makes no movements to get up or free himself. Wade knows he knows his safe word.

"Go on, be good for me, peanut. I'll give you a treat." Wade teases, receiving a sharp look, but Logan just raises his head up. Wade grins and puts the muzzle on him, adjusting the straps. When he's done, he looks down with a wide smile that Logan wants to mutilate out of his face.

"Aw, ain't you the cutest?" Logan was about to curse at him when Wade presses his shoe against the raging tent in his pants, rubbing it slowly. He moans, the rage morphing into pleasure.

"Fuck, this is so humiliating." Wade chuckles at that.

"You brought this own yourself, pup. I mean, having a stray it's great and all, but I don't heal as fast as you. And your bites hurt." He teases in a mocking tone.

"You- You like it. Don't act like you're not a pain slut." Logan teases back.

"Oh, look who's talking." Wade chuckles, tugging the chain of his collar and pressing his feet harder, earning a pleasured groan from him, his mind going blank. "Goes all stupid with a little praises. Melting so nicely..." He mocks with affection, earning only low grunts in response.

"You love it, don't you? It's okay, princess, I can think for the both of us. You can just focus on feeling good and being all slutty for me." He rubs his feet at a steady pace, grinning as he sees the wet spot against the denim and feels Logan's cock twitching, his hips rutting desperately against his shoe.

Wade watches as Logan's eyes get unfocused and roll back, his groans getting louder as he lets himself go, and Wade knows he's getting into subspace. He nuzzles the muzzle against Wade's thigh as his hips move frantically, babbling incoherent pleas. But Wade understands it.

"Look at you. So prettily pathetic. You close already, kitten?"

"Please." Logan nods desperately.

"You wanna be a good boy for me, peanut?"

"Fuck- Yes, Wade, please..."

"Say it."

"Wanna be good..." Logan says between moans, his cheeks reaching the cutest reddish tone.

"Go on, you can do it. Cum for me, puppy." Wade coos as he tugs softly on the chain attached to his collar.

"Fuckfuckfuck-" Logan babbles as his movemets get unsteady until he stills and groans loudly, the dark spot on his pants growing as his eyes roll back, his head going completely empty.

"Good boy. So fucking good. There you go." Wade praises and Logan can feel himself slipping. He looks up at him with dazed eyes, cheek nuzzling against Wade's leg oh so sweetly. "Aw, when you look at me like that, it doesn't even look like you can rip a piece of me with those sharp teeth of yours."