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β About me:
Hey, there! I'm Devon! I write sometimes for fun and mostly boredom. I used to write stuff and keep it to myself just to feed my delusions, but I decided to share here on this blog so we can be all delusional together, lol.
β Fandoms I'm into: Marvel(especially X-men), DC, Criminal Minds, Hannibal, Sherlock, Good omens, iwtv, ofmd, Arcane, House MD and many many more if I stay here and list everything it's gonna take a while.
Tags: Smut, dom!Wade, brat!Wade, frotting, praise kink, slight pet play(if you squint), blood swallowing/blood kink, choking, bondage. β‘
"LoLo! Look what I've found lost in my closet! Gosh, I missed wearing these. I mean, it's not really comfy, but it serves, am I right?" Wade practically catwalks to the living room where Logan was smoking a cigar. He parades, wearing his suit, his 7 inch heels, and a black leather miniskirt.
Logan just stares for a few seconds, eying the merc up and down. His expression remained unreadable, but Wade could feel his eyes burning his clothes off.
"So?"
"The fuck are ya wearing, bub?"
"It's my stripper outfit! I can do crazy things with a pole, if you know what I mean." He winks to a random empty spot, and Logan just decides to ignore it. "Do you like it?" Spinning around, his heels make a tip tap sound on the wooden floor of the apartment. The skirt is really fucking short and Logan kinda wishes Wade wasn't wearing the suit underneath it as his eyes wander through his body.
Taking a swig of his cigar, he places it on a nearby ashtray and slowly walks closer, hand moving to squeeze the merc's waist as he puffs the smoke on his masked face, who just tilts his head, unfazed. "You look slutty."
"Aw, just say you love it, peanut." Wade grins, feeling Logan's hand slowly creeping lower and lower against the fabric of his skirt. "Ah ah ah, hands off the merchandise, mister." He taps the hand away and suddenly pushes the mutant down on a chair, making him grunt as he lands on it.
"Tease." Logan's voice comes out low and deep with a small smirk, gasping when Wade suddenly places his heel between his legs.
"You know me, baby girl." Logan grunts when Wade presses his feet against his hardening bulge, and he can barely be annoyed enough to scold him for the ridiculous pet name. With a grin, Wade straddles him and places his hands above his head, their faces so close yet separated by his Deadpool mask. Logan could easily tear his hands away from his grip, but he just plays along the merc for a while. The view is nice, anyway.
Could be nicer.
Rolling his hips, Wade earns a groan from the mutant under him. Their clothed bulges grind together, and the sight of Wade's skirt outlining his erection along with his face tantalizing close without Logan actually being able to kiss him has him spiraling in lust.
"Take 'ur mask off."
"That'll cost you extra."
"Take it off."
With one hand still pining Logan's hands, Wade removes his mask, tossing it on the floor. Logan arches and leans closer, but Wade quickly pushes him back against the chair again.
"Eager, peanut?" Wade teases, leaning forward but dodging and kissing Logan's neck instead, nibbling at his throat.
"Wade..."
"So impatient..." Wade licks Logan's Adam's apple, smirking when he feels goosebumps rising all over him, his chest heaving as he pants. "It's cute."
Logan grunts and moves to pull his hands away from Wade's grip so he can touch him and take control, but Wade tightens his grip.
"Be obedient for me, honeybadger." He rolls his hips again for measure.
"Wade, seriously..."
"Oh, I'm serious."
"You know I'm stronger than you, right? I can free myself if I want to."
"Do you, though?" Wade bites strongly on Logan's throat, making him hiss as blood drips and the wound close quickly. "I don't think so. I think you like it. I think you love it when I boss you around, don't you?"
"No..." Logan's voice trembles, and Wade chuckles.
"Keep telling yourself that." Finally, Wade connects their lips together, tasting smoke as their tongues meet, and Logan practically melts. It quickly becomes more hungry and heated, and Logan can't help but bite the merc's lips strongly, tasting copper as they kiss, swallowing the scarlet fluid.
"Ooh, feisty. I like it." Wade kept rolling his hips, rutting both their clothed and leaking cocks together.
"Strip."
"You're demanding today, huh?"
"Isn't this supposed to be a stripper outfit? Strip."
"I don't think you've earned it yet, peanut." Logan let out breathless groans as Wade's incessant movements has him growing more needy. "Think I might make you cum like this so you learn to be more patient."
"You're a fuckin' brat." Logan grunts, dropping his head back, his breathing getting more and more heavy.
"How perceptive." Wade chuckles, feeling the constant twitching under Logan's pants.
"I swear to god.."
"Come on, puppy. You can do it. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"
"Stop- Stop talking to me like I'm a fuckin' dog." Logan's scowls between moans, the way his hips start rutting up to meet Wade's contradicting himself.
"Aw, but you are. You're my little pet." Wade's free hand explore under Logan's wife pleaser, leather covered fingers sliding up and up through hairy skin until they wrap arouns his neck and squeezes, a triumphant grin on his face as he watches the mutant's eyes roll back in pleasure. He can't die if he's completely out of breath, so Wade uses his full strength, and it only seems to spur Logan on. "Go on, baby. Let go for me."
Logan grunts with a mix of frustration and defeat, and his next moans are incoherent curses to the ceiling.
"That's it... Good boy." The praise makes Logan's head go blank, and his head drops back as his hips move along with Wade, desperately and without a rhythm until they just still, and he practically growls as the crotch of his pants grow a darker shade.
"So fucking good." Wade grins, pupils wide at the sight. He watches as Logan catches his breath, but it doesn't even take a minute until he frees his arms and adamantium claws shred through the red and black suit, sinking into the merc's shoulder next and using it as leverage to get him up off his lap and push him towards the room.
"Ouch! Come on, you brute, I'll have to sew another suit." Wade whines, gasping as he's tossed roughly on the bed, claws still digging deep into his shoulder and into the mattress, eying as Logan stands above him menacingly
"'m done being patient, bub." He claws his own belt off to remove his ruined pants and uses the leather to tie Wade's wrists together tightly. "Let's see how you like it."
After that, Wade has everything off except the heels.
Okay, just- Picture Laura and Wade doing the hear me out trend. She didn't even have to convince Wade, he was down already.
Laura's phone recording them and a deformed cake that Wade baked as they stand in the kitchen.
Logan's sitting in the living room, smoking, bored out of his mind, so he eavesdrop.
"Ellie."
"Gurl, what?! That's my daughter you're talking about." Wade gasps as Laura sinks the paper with Ellie's picture and a toothpick on it on the cake.
"So what? She's pretty."
"She has a girlfriend."
"Which brings me to this." Laura grins as she spikes another paper, this time with Yukio's picture on it.
"Oh, you're really your father's child."
Logan shrugs in his seat.
"Come on, your turn."
"Alrighty." Wade looks through the papers he printed and pulls out one with a Spider-Man picture. "Spidey! I mean, it's obvious, but worth the mention."
Logan raises an eyebrow at that, his attention now fully on their conversation.
"Yeah, I hear you." Laura chuckles.
"Hey, take ur eyes off."
"Well, my turn again." She grins and sinks a toothpick with a Gambit's picture.
"The minion guy? Come on, he speaks gibberish."
"It's not gibberish, it's french. It's charming."
"It's bananas."
"You're boring."
"I'm not, I just have good taste." Wade places a picture of Catwoman, and Laura tilts her head to the side.
"Who's that?"
"Oh, you won't know her. She's got different copyright owners, if you know what I mean."
"I really don't."
"You next, kiddo."
"Magik." Laura announces, placing the picture on the cake that now has little space left.
"Go after her and leave my kid alone, will ya."
"Bitch, I go after whoever I want."
As they record the video, Laura places other people on the cake, but Logan isn't really focusing on that. He's too busy focused on who Wade chooses: he hears Cable, Colossus, Mystique, Emma frost... and he gets more grumpy with each one, crossing his arms and taking a deep swig of his cigar to contain his nerves.
They eventually end filming it, and Wade gives little jumps to the couch, sitting down and throwing his legs over Logan's.
"Hey, Wolvie. Watcha doing?" Wade grins but Logan doesn't even look at him, tossing his legs away, grunting.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Wade teases but doesn't receive a response again. He pouts. "Wolvieeee? Helloo?" He waves his hand in front of Logan's eyes but nothing.
"Oh, I know that look." Laura places a hand on her hip. "He got the same one that day when that TVA guy kept ogling you." She explains. "He's jealous."
Logan's ears and face heats up, and he just sinks deeper on his seat.
"Whaaat? Oh, that's rich. He actually is! Look, he's blushing!"
Tags: Smut, dom!Wade, brat!Wade, frotting, praise kink, slight pet play(if you squint), blood swallowing/blood kink, choking, bondage. β‘
"LoLo! Look what I've found lost in my closet! Gosh, I missed wearing these. I mean, it's not really comfy, but it serves, am I right?" Wade practically catwalks to the living room where Logan was smoking a cigar. He parades, wearing his suit, his 7 inch heels, and a black leather miniskirt.
Logan just stares for a few seconds, eying the merc up and down. His expression remained unreadable, but Wade could feel his eyes burning his clothes off.
"So?"
"The fuck are ya wearing, bub?"
"It's my stripper outfit! I can do crazy things with a pole, if you know what I mean." He winks to a random empty spot, and Logan just decides to ignore it. "Do you like it?" Spinning around, his heels make a tip tap sound on the wooden floor of the apartment. The skirt is really fucking short and Logan kinda wishes Wade wasn't wearing the suit underneath it as his eyes wander through his body.
Taking a swig of his cigar, he places it on a nearby ashtray and slowly walks closer, hand moving to squeeze the merc's waist as he puffs the smoke on his masked face, who just tilts his head, unfazed. "You look slutty."
"Aw, just say you love it, peanut." Wade grins, feeling Logan's hand slowly creeping lower and lower against the fabric of his skirt. "Ah ah ah, hands off the merchandise, mister." He taps the hand away and suddenly pushes the mutant down on a chair, making him grunt as he lands on it.
"Tease." Logan's voice comes out low and deep with a small smirk, gasping when Wade suddenly places his heel between his legs.
"You know me, baby girl." Logan grunts when Wade presses his feet against his hardening bulge, and he can barely be annoyed enough to scold him for the ridiculous pet name. With a grin, Wade straddles him and places his hands above his head, their faces so close yet separated by his Deadpool mask. Logan could easily tear his hands away from his grip, but he just plays along the merc for a while. The view is nice, anyway.
Could be nicer.
Rolling his hips, Wade earns a groan from the mutant under him. Their clothed bulges grind together, and the sight of Wade's skirt outlining his erection along with his face tantalizing close without Logan actually being able to kiss him has him spiraling in lust.
"Take 'ur mask off."
"That'll cost you extra."
"Take it off."
With one hand still pining Logan's hands, Wade removes his mask, tossing it on the floor. Logan arches and leans closer, but Wade quickly pushes him back against the chair again.
"Eager, peanut?" Wade teases, leaning forward but dodging and kissing Logan's neck instead, nibbling at his throat.
"Wade..."
"So impatient..." Wade licks Logan's Adam's apple, smirking when he feels goosebumps rising all over him, his chest heaving as he pants. "It's cute."
Logan grunts and moves to pull his hands away from Wade's grip so he can touch him and take control, but Wade tightens his grip.
"Be obedient for me, honeybadger." He rolls his hips again for measure.
"Wade, seriously..."
"Oh, I'm serious."
"You know I'm stronger than you, right? I can free myself if I want to."
"Do you, though?" Wade bites strongly on Logan's throat, making him hiss as blood drips and the wound close quickly. "I don't think so. I think you like it. I think you love it when I boss you around, don't you?"
"No..." Logan's voice trembles, and Wade chuckles.
"Keep telling yourself that." Finally, Wade connects their lips together, tasting smoke as their tongues meet, and Logan practically melts. It quickly becomes more hungry and heated, and Logan can't help but bite the merc's lips strongly, tasting copper as they kiss, swallowing the scarlet fluid.
"Ooh, feisty. I like it." Wade kept rolling his hips, rutting both their clothed and leaking cocks together.
"Strip."
"You're demanding today, huh?"
"Isn't this supposed to be a stripper outfit? Strip."
"I don't think you've earned it yet, peanut." Logan let out breathless groans as Wade's incessant movements has him growing more needy. "Think I might make you cum like this so you learn to be more patient."
"You're a fuckin' brat." Logan grunts, dropping his head back, his breathing getting more and more heavy.
"How perceptive." Wade chuckles, feeling the constant twitching under Logan's pants.
"I swear to god.."
"Come on, puppy. You can do it. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"
"Stop- Stop talking to me like I'm a fuckin' dog." Logan's scowls between moans, the way his hips start rutting up to meet Wade's contradicting himself.
"Aw, but you are. You're my little pet." Wade's free hand explore under Logan's wife pleaser, leather covered fingers sliding up and up through hairy skin until they wrap arouns his neck and squeezes, a triumphant grin on his face as he watches the mutant's eyes roll back in pleasure. He can't die if he's completely out of breath, so Wade uses his full strength, and it only seems to spur Logan on. "Go on, baby. Let go for me."
Logan grunts with a mix of frustration and defeat, and his next moans are incoherent curses to the ceiling.
"That's it... Good boy." The praise makes Logan's head go blank, and his head drops back as his hips move along with Wade, desperately and without a rhythm until they just still, and he practically growls as the crotch of his pants grow a darker shade.
"So fucking good." Wade grins, pupils wide at the sight. He watches as Logan catches his breath, but it doesn't even take a minute until he frees his arms and adamantium claws shred through the red and black suit, sinking into the merc's shoulder next and using it as leverage to get him up off his lap and push him towards the room.
"Ouch! Come on, you brute, I'll have to sew another suit." Wade whines, gasping as he's tossed roughly on the bed, claws still digging deep into his shoulder and into the mattress, eying as Logan stands above him menacingly
"'m done being patient, bub." He claws his own belt off to remove his ruined pants and uses the leather to tie Wade's wrists together tightly. "Let's see how you like it."
After that, Wade has everything off except the heels.
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."
Summary: Logan takes Wade out for a date in the woods.
Tags: a bit of fluff, love confessions, smut, semi-public sex, oral sex, deep throating, come swallowing, bottom!Wade, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex
"Is this a date?"
"...Yeah."
"Awww, peanut! You're so cute when you make an effort."
"Look, I just- I wanted to make up to you for pouncing on you like that that night, so I thought- You know what? This is stupid. If you want to go back to the apartm-"
"Of course not! Are you kidding? It's so pretty here." Wade looks around to the nightly woods around them, lightened by the moon. He feels the cool breeze on his skin, and he can hear the sounds of crickets. He looks up to the sky decorated with stars as his arms support his head while both of the men lay on a blanket that's placed on the grass. "When you called me to take a ride with you on your new motorcycle and I saw a forest, I thought maybe you'd finally end me. Who knew you were just being romantic, peanut."
Logan rolls his eyes with a grin, also looking at the sky.
"I know that... you don't feel really comfortable in public when you're not in your suit, so... I thought this would be a nice idea."
Wade turns his head to the side, looking at him with a sweet smile. "It was."
Logan looks back at him, a bit tensed. "I'm really sorry for-"
"Stop. You don't need to be sorry, sweetcheeks. It's okay. It was nice to know."
"That I'm an idiot?"
"That you like me."
"Is that really so surprising?"
"I mean... Yeah. I'm not the most lovable person. And it's at least not likely. Like, I feel like we're probably a one percentage of wolvies and wades out there in the multiverse that actually do something about their feelings. The other fuckers must be out there living a platonic homoerotic friendship. Ha! Lame."
"Their loss, then." Logan mumbles lowly, a small smile on his lips. "And that's not true."
"What?"
"You're lovable."
"Oh."
"And annoying as fuck. But still lovable."
"How sweet." Wade chuckles and moves to lay over Logan, their noses almost brushing against each other now. "I'm touched." He teases, brushing their lips together without actually initiating a kiss. "It'd be fun to be touched in other ways, too, though."
Logan laughs lowly and places a hand behind the merc's head, bringing him down for a soft kiss that is filled with longing and affection and slowly grows more passionate and needy. Their breathing becomes more intense as their tongues meet hungrily. Wade grinds his hips teasingly against the gruff man under him, his arousal mirroring Logan's. He pulls away for a second and looks deeply into the mutant's eyes.
"I love you too, by the way."
Logan's pupils dilate, and he feels his heart throb. Or probably his cock. Both. And in another second, he quickly switches their positions and gets over Wade, his arms on the sides of the merc's head. In a flash, he pulls out his claws and tears Wade's shirt to shreds.
"Hey! That shirt was like, 5 dollars- You know what, never mind." Wade gives up on whining when he feels Logan's tongue exploring his torso, and he would have goosebumps if he had any body hair in the first place. "You know, I thought for a while your tongue would be all rough and spiky."
Logan looks up at Wade with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not a cat, bub."
"But you're so kitty shaped!"
Logan just rolls his eyes affectionately and goes back to licking the merc's skin, tongue tracing where the happy trail would be as his hands work Wade's pants. Once he pulls it down along with heart printed boxers, he kisses the tip of Wade's cock while looking up at him, a cocky smirk growing on his lips at the gasp that it elicited.
"Do you think a bear or wolf could appear out of nowhere to eat us? I feel so vulnerable right now. It would be a pain to regenerate from that-" Wade's interrupted by his own moan when Logan licks the vein of his cock base to tip.
"The only animal that's going to devour you tonight is me. Now shut up, will ya, bub." Wade doesn't have a chance to retort before he moans again, head dropping back as he feels Logan's warm mouth enveloping him. And no, not a rough and spiky tongue at all. It feels so soft his mind goes white for a moment. He brings himself to look down at the sight of Logan bobbing his head up and down on him, eyes glued to the merc's, and he can swear he sees a smirk in the mutant's lips even though they're full of him.
Wade's hand softly grips Logan's locks, making sure not to disturb the little hair ears.
"See?" Wade pants. "Kitty shaped." He teases with a grin. A loud whimper that has birds startled and flying around leaves his throat when Logan takes him all the way down, his tip hitting the back of Logan's throat and he fucking stays there, watery lustful eyes glued to his, shining with mischief. Wade can't help but buck his hips up, the pleasure stripping him off of brain cells, and all he can think about is how good it feels. Logan doesn't choke or gags. He just takes it until the lack of air has him pulling out with a lewd 'pop'.
"Fuckfuckfuck. What the hell, peanut, where did you learned that-"
But Logan doesn't waste a second until he's swallowing Wade again, the taste of pre-cum on his lips only spurring him on, sucking faster.
"Oh god- You know what, it doesn't matter. Fuck, you're so good, kitten..."
The praise has Logan taking him even more eagerly, switching between bobbing his head and taking Wade deep in his throat. But it doesn't take long until the merc is a babbling mess, his cock twitching desperately inside the mutant's mouth and his hips bucking up.
"Feels so good... Shit, Wolvie... I'm close..." Wade whines, his hand tangled in Logan's hair tightening slightly. "Fuck, I-" He doesn't get to finish his sentence, his hips rutting up until they still, eyes rolling back as he fills Logan's throat who swallows without a second thought. His head goes blank for a few moments as he catches his breath, eyes dazed and dreamy. Logan moves up until they're face to face again and kisses the merc's lips, the taste of his release tangling between their tongues.
When they pull apart, Wade is still sporting a very stupid dazed expression that has Logan grinning.
"God, I think you just sucked my brain out of my dick." Wade sighs and Logan chuckles, kissing the merc again.
"You're still talking. So my job isn't done yet." Logan grunts before turning Wade on his stomach, manhandling him on his hands and knees.
"Oh god- Are we making a baby in the woods?"
"That's not how biology works, Wade."
"Biology's boring. Knock me up, tiger."
Logan shakes his head with a grin before he licks Wade's back, making the merc arch. He bites his shoulder with a grin, sinking his teeth into scarred skin. Moving down teasingly slow, he finally licks Wade's rim, earning a needy moan. His tongue make it's way inside and Wade whimpers, his soft cock stirring up again. Logan replaces his tongue with a finger, sinking knucles deep until Wade can take another. Scissoring him open, Logan focuses on stretching out the merc. When he's satisfied, he pulls them out, a whine escaping Wade's lips at the loss.
It doesn't take long, though. Wade hears a zipper, and his's heart flutters quickly when he feels Logan's tip pressing against him.
"You ready?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, god just do it already-" He's interrupted once more by his own moan when Logan slowly begins to sink into him, making way for his girth into the merc's tight channel, grunting when he finally bottoms out. He takes a deep breath, focusing on not starting to thrust right away and instead letting Wade get used to it.
"Does it hurt?" Logan asks, a bit worried since they didn't use any lube. He should've brought it... He makes a mental note for next time.
"No, just- Please start moving, stop teasing..."
With a low chuckle, Logan slowly starts to pound into Wade. "You'll know when I'm teasing you, trust me." He picks up the pace and aims at Wade's sweet spot, hands gripping his sides tightly, and he just lets out needy whines and whimpers. Logan has to chuckle to himself at how he's basically fucking the words out of the mouthy merc, turning him into a moaning mess. His hips move faster and right when he hears Wade's moans getting louder and more desperate, he slows down almost to a stop, thrusting slow and hard.
"Nonono, fuck, don't stop!"
Logan lets out an evil laugh. "I didn't." He thrusts again roughly.
"Pleasepleaseplease, Wolvie..."
"Please, what?"
"Just- Go fucking faster!" Wade whines desperately, moving his hips back.
"Hm, is that how you ask? I don't think I will." He keeps moving torturing slow, teasing the merc with a grin.
"Please..." Wade whines frustratingly. "Please please peanut... faster, please..." He begs between needy whimpers. "Your hips are made of fucking adamantium, put your back into it- fuck!" Logan's suddenly pounding into him ruthlessly, knowing the air out of his lungs.
"What, like this?" He teases, knowing full well Wade can only let out incoherent moans now. He could feel himself getting closer, low grunts escaping his throat. Bringing a hand to wrap around Wade's cock, he strokes it in rhythm with his thrusts. "Go on, let go for me, bub."
He barely finishes his words before Wade's spilling over the blanket, back arching. Logan groans loudly at the feeling of his walls squeezing his cock, and their moans tangle in unison as they find their releases together. With a grunt, Logan pulls out and uses a piece of cloth that once was Wade's shirt to clean the merc and himself. He lays down along with Wade, pulling him into his arms as they catch their breaths together.
"I think we may have woken the entire ecosystem of this forest." Wade pants, making Logan chuckle.
Okay, so... I'm thinking about Comic accurate height!Logan and Wade.
Wade's affectionate behavior rubs off on Logan, and he lets himself be more vulnerable around the merc when he feels touched starved and needy.
He can't reach Wade's lips to initiate a kiss, so he rubs his bearded chin against Wade, demanding attention, frowning with a hint of a flush on his cheeks.
"What do you want, puppy?" Wade's voice comes out cocky and it pisses Logan off.
"Kiss." He mumbles, expecting Wade to lean down.
"What? Speak up, peanut, can't hear ya." He teases, and Logan almost snarls.
"Kiss. Me." He grunts again, a menacing look in his eyes along with the desperate lust.
"Mmm... Why don't you do it? Come on, kitten, kiss me." Wade teases with a smirk, tapping his lips.
"I'm gonna stab you."
"Go on, you can do it. Kiss me."
Logan groans with frustration and stands on his tip toes, hands fisting in Wade's shirt for support. He presses their lips together with his eyes shut tight, but Wade has his open the whole time, amused by how adorable Logan looks focused on not losing balance. Wade lets him struggle for a bit, but he quickly feels mean. Taking pitty, he wraps his hands around the mutant's waist, hoisting him up and placing him on the kitchen counter with ease.
"Sorry, sweetcheeks. Can't help it. You're too damn cute." He teases again, settling between Logan's legs and peppering his neck with kisses, hands on his thighs, hearing a pleased rumble.
"Call me that again, and I'll cut your head off."
"Well, at least that way you'll be able to kiss me properly." Wade jokes, and he hears the metallic sound of Logan pulling out his claws.
"Alright, alright. Calm down, kitty. I'm just messing with you." He grins, placing a soft warm kiss on Logan's lips, whose claws slowly settle back into his skin as he melts into the merc's lips.
"You're all bark, aren't ya, pup? You're not menacing at all. Look at ya... So small. I could carry you around like a ragdoll. My tiny kitty- Ouch!" Wade whines in pain at the three claws that suddenly dig his chest. "Okay, I take it back." He moans, chuckling a bit to himself and hissing at the pain it causes.
"Fucking better." Logan grunts and with his claws still buried in the merc, he uses them as leverage to bring him closer for another kiss.
Definitely thinking about exploring more of this concept.
Summary: Logan takes Wade out for a date in the woods.
Tags: a bit of fluff, love confessions, smut, semi-public sex, oral sex, deep throating, come swallowing, bottom!Wade, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex
"Is this a date?"
"...Yeah."
"Awww, peanut! You're so cute when you make an effort."
"Look, I just- I wanted to make up to you for pouncing on you like that that night, so I thought- You know what? This is stupid. If you want to go back to the apartm-"
"Of course not! Are you kidding? It's so pretty here." Wade looks around to the nightly woods around them, lightened by the moon. He feels the cool breeze on his skin, and he can hear the sounds of crickets. He looks up to the sky decorated with stars as his arms support his head while both of the men lay on a blanket that's placed on the grass. "When you called me to take a ride with you on your new motorcycle and I saw a forest, I thought maybe you'd finally end me. Who knew you were just being romantic, peanut."
Logan rolls his eyes with a grin, also looking at the sky.
"I know that... you don't feel really comfortable in public when you're not in your suit, so... I thought this would be a nice idea."
Wade turns his head to the side, looking at him with a sweet smile. "It was."
Logan looks back at him, a bit tensed. "I'm really sorry for-"
"Stop. You don't need to be sorry, sweetcheeks. It's okay. It was nice to know."
"That I'm an idiot?"
"That you like me."
"Is that really so surprising?"
"I mean... Yeah. I'm not the most lovable person. And it's at least not likely. Like, I feel like we're probably a one percentage of wolvies and wades out there in the multiverse that actually do something about their feelings. The other fuckers must be out there living a platonic homoerotic friendship. Ha! Lame."
"Their loss, then." Logan mumbles lowly, a small smile on his lips. "And that's not true."
"What?"
"You're lovable."
"Oh."
"And annoying as fuck. But still lovable."
"How sweet." Wade chuckles and moves to lay over Logan, their noses almost brushing against each other now. "I'm touched." He teases, brushing their lips together without actually initiating a kiss. "It'd be fun to be touched in other ways, too, though."
Logan laughs lowly and places a hand behind the merc's head, bringing him down for a soft kiss that is filled with longing and affection and slowly grows more passionate and needy. Their breathing becomes more intense as their tongues meet hungrily. Wade grinds his hips teasingly against the gruff man under him, his arousal mirroring Logan's. He pulls away for a second and looks deeply into the mutant's eyes.
"I love you too, by the way."
Logan's pupils dilate, and he feels his heart throb. Or probably his cock. Both. And in another second, he quickly switches their positions and gets over Wade, his arms on the sides of the merc's head. In a flash, he pulls out his claws and tears Wade's shirt to shreds.
"Hey! That shirt was like, 5 dollars- You know what, never mind." Wade gives up on whining when he feels Logan's tongue exploring his torso, and he would have goosebumps if he had any body hair in the first place. "You know, I thought for a while your tongue would be all rough and spiky."
Logan looks up at Wade with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not a cat, bub."
"But you're so kitty shaped!"
Logan just rolls his eyes affectionately and goes back to licking the merc's skin, tongue tracing where the happy trail would be as his hands work Wade's pants. Once he pulls it down along with heart printed boxers, he kisses the tip of Wade's cock while looking up at him, a cocky smirk growing on his lips at the gasp that it elicited.
"Do you think a bear or wolf could appear out of nowhere to eat us? I feel so vulnerable right now. It would be a pain to regenerate from that-" Wade's interrupted by his own moan when Logan licks the vein of his cock base to tip.
"The only animal that's going to devour you tonight is me. Now shut up, will ya, bub." Wade doesn't have a chance to retort before he moans again, head dropping back as he feels Logan's warm mouth enveloping him. And no, not a rough and spiky tongue at all. It feels so soft his mind goes white for a moment. He brings himself to look down at the sight of Logan bobbing his head up and down on him, eyes glued to the merc's, and he can swear he sees a smirk in the mutant's lips even though they're full of him.
Wade's hand softly grips Logan's locks, making sure not to disturb the little hair ears.
"See?" Wade pants. "Kitty shaped." He teases with a grin. A loud whimper that has birds startled and flying around leaves his throat when Logan takes him all the way down, his tip hitting the back of Logan's throat and he fucking stays there, watery lustful eyes glued to his, shining with mischief. Wade can't help but buck his hips up, the pleasure stripping him off of brain cells, and all he can think about is how good it feels. Logan doesn't choke or gags. He just takes it until the lack of air has him pulling out with a lewd 'pop'.
"Fuckfuckfuck. What the hell, peanut, where did you learned that-"
But Logan doesn't waste a second until he's swallowing Wade again, the taste of pre-cum on his lips only spurring him on, sucking faster.
"Oh god- You know what, it doesn't matter. Fuck, you're so good, kitten..."
The praise has Logan taking him even more eagerly, switching between bobbing his head and taking Wade deep in his throat. But it doesn't take long until the merc is a babbling mess, his cock twitching desperately inside the mutant's mouth and his hips bucking up.
"Feels so good... Shit, Wolvie... I'm close..." Wade whines, his hand tangled in Logan's hair tightening slightly. "Fuck, I-" He doesn't get to finish his sentence, his hips rutting up until they still, eyes rolling back as he fills Logan's throat who swallows without a second thought. His head goes blank for a few moments as he catches his breath, eyes dazed and dreamy. Logan moves up until they're face to face again and kisses the merc's lips, the taste of his release tangling between their tongues.
When they pull apart, Wade is still sporting a very stupid dazed expression that has Logan grinning.
"God, I think you just sucked my brain out of my dick." Wade sighs and Logan chuckles, kissing the merc again.
"You're still talking. So my job isn't done yet." Logan grunts before turning Wade on his stomach, manhandling him on his hands and knees.
"Oh god- Are we making a baby in the woods?"
"That's not how biology works, Wade."
"Biology's boring. Knock me up, tiger."
Logan shakes his head with a grin before he licks Wade's back, making the merc arch. He bites his shoulder with a grin, sinking his teeth into scarred skin. Moving down teasingly slow, he finally licks Wade's rim, earning a needy moan. His tongue make it's way inside and Wade whimpers, his soft cock stirring up again. Logan replaces his tongue with a finger, sinking knucles deep until Wade can take another. Scissoring him open, Logan focuses on stretching out the merc. When he's satisfied, he pulls them out, a whine escaping Wade's lips at the loss.
It doesn't take long, though. Wade hears a zipper, and his's heart flutters quickly when he feels Logan's tip pressing against him.
"You ready?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, god just do it already-" He's interrupted once more by his own moan when Logan slowly begins to sink into him, making way for his girth into the merc's tight channel, grunting when he finally bottoms out. He takes a deep breath, focusing on not starting to thrust right away and instead letting Wade get used to it.
"Does it hurt?" Logan asks, a bit worried since they didn't use any lube. He should've brought it... He makes a mental note for next time.
"No, just- Please start moving, stop teasing..."
With a low chuckle, Logan slowly starts to pound into Wade. "You'll know when I'm teasing you, trust me." He picks up the pace and aims at Wade's sweet spot, hands gripping his sides tightly, and he just lets out needy whines and whimpers. Logan has to chuckle to himself at how he's basically fucking the words out of the mouthy merc, turning him into a moaning mess. His hips move faster and right when he hears Wade's moans getting louder and more desperate, he slows down almost to a stop, thrusting slow and hard.
"Nonono, fuck, don't stop!"
Logan lets out an evil laugh. "I didn't." He thrusts again roughly.
"Pleasepleaseplease, Wolvie..."
"Please, what?"
"Just- Go fucking faster!" Wade whines desperately, moving his hips back.
"Hm, is that how you ask? I don't think I will." He keeps moving torturing slow, teasing the merc with a grin.
"Please..." Wade whines frustratingly. "Please please peanut... faster, please..." He begs between needy whimpers. "Your hips are made of fucking adamantium, put your back into it- fuck!" Logan's suddenly pounding into him ruthlessly, knowing the air out of his lungs.
"What, like this?" He teases, knowing full well Wade can only let out incoherent moans now. He could feel himself getting closer, low grunts escaping his throat. Bringing a hand to wrap around Wade's cock, he strokes it in rhythm with his thrusts. "Go on, let go for me, bub."
He barely finishes his words before Wade's spilling over the blanket, back arching. Logan groans loudly at the feeling of his walls squeezing his cock, and their moans tangle in unison as they find their releases together. With a grunt, Logan pulls out and uses a piece of cloth that once was Wade's shirt to clean the merc and himself. He lays down along with Wade, pulling him into his arms as they catch their breaths together.
"I think we may have woken the entire ecosystem of this forest." Wade pants, making Logan chuckle.
