22. Deepthroating // Thigh Riding or Fucking // Choking (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)
Logan, to his credit, isn’t saying a goddamn word. Just watching you both, relaxed back into the couch, cigar smouldering slowly in one hand as he spreads his thighs. There’s that half-smirk he lets slip when something is really working for him, eyes dark with desire as you and Wade are at work.
Oh, and how you are at work.
Usually when you and Wade team up you’re able to break down Logan’s walls, twinned smiles and batted lashes crumbling his defences until he’s giving in to your advances. Not that it’s ever anything but consensual, of course, nobody could make Logan do anything he didn’t want to — but he secretly enjoys the game of it as much as the both of you do, of rolling his eyes and falling into bed.
However, this time when you’d both started kissing along his neck, reaching under his shirt, he’d pushed you both away.
“Game’s on,” he’d said, gesturing to the hockey on the TV.
“But honey badger, if we don’t fuck you we’ll die. Can you live with that on your conscience?” Wade had whined. Logan had rolled his eyes and then spread his legs, patting his jean-clad thighs.
“Fine. If the two of you are that desperate, hop on. Just don’t block the screen.”
So, with a twinned look of well I’m up for it if you are, you both had.
Your cunt is desperately wet as you drag yourself up and down Logan’s thigh. You’re glad that the leggings you put on this morning don’t offer much of a barrier between you and him, your clit catching on the roughness of the fabric and sending a wave of pleasure through you. You shoot a look over to Wade who’s dropped his head to Logan’s shoulder as he thrusts, his cock leaving a damp patch while it’s trapped in his grey sweatpants. The look of it is delicious and though you’re tempted to reach over and touch Wade, you think Logan wants you both concentrated on him.
And that’s absolutely goddamn fine.
Logan reaches to the ashtray he’s resting on the sofa to stub out the butt of his cigar, and then you feel warmth at your back as he lays a hand on the base of your spine. He does the same to Wade with his other, holding you both close as you drag yourselves up and down the meat of his thighs. It’s a surprisingly tender gesture compared to the filthiness of what’s happening.
“That’s it,” he rumbles to neither one of you in particular, but the sentiment still eked deep from his chest, sweet and caring. “Take what you need. I’ve got you both.”
“Holy shit, peanut. Have you always been this dirty, just holding out on us…?” mutters Wade as his hips speed up, utterly entranced at the way Logan can be so casual with his filthy mouth. You cling onto his flannel and, when a little whine escapes you, you see Logan grab the remote and turn the volume down so he can hear the symphony you and Wade make even better.
“We’re all yours, Logan,” you whisper, dragging your lips over the shell of his ear. He chuckles and oh, you could hear that sound forever and ever.
“I know, baby, I know. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I was very busy last days but KORIZON interview with Pyosik came out and I decided that my self-deprivation can't get any worse at this point, so here we go!
At this Worlds TL with Pyosik really fast went from 'oh wow, they almost beat T1' to 'oh wow they actually lost to GAM'. After the last match a lot of people were making fun of TL, Pyosik's emotions on stage after defeat and I saw a lot of comments such as "he went to NA because of money, what did he expect?". There was another interview from KORIZON from that day where he said that initially he didn't want to go to NA but he didn't have much of a choice:
Back when it was posted, phrase "not many teams wanted me" really struck me, but I can't really explain why. Maybe an idea of passing on literal World champion was really foreign to me at that time. To this day my impression of Pyosik as of person who is often being dismissed or overshone (I mean, except that one time when he dunked on Faker).
I would like to highlight less known facts, that Deft and BeryL back in stove league in 2022 really fought for Pyosik staying in LCK:
source: @.bTackt_ X/Twitter post (translation and original clip)
source: @.bTackt_ X/Twitter post (translation and original clip)
KT 24 does feel like a homecoming for him (because it is, duh) with his reunion with Deft, BeryL, LCK and so on. Now he has a clear view why out of all DRX 22 members he was left behind, what went wrong that year:
NA definetly changed him in a good way - he became more firm I would say? KT looking solid this year with veterans and I empathize a lot with Pyosik but I still like KT 23 more aaaaaaah.
Anyway, lets end this mess with the most important question (and answer):
23. Licking // Degradation // Breeding (Old Man Logan x Reader)
Logan knows he should use protection.
He’s pretty sure you’re on the pill. He goddamn hopes so, anyway, he’s far too old to be a father. His bones ache with age in a way they never have done before and the idea of knocking you up terrifies him, if he’s honest.
But.
Oh, lord knows he is weak when you spread your soft little legs, look up at him with those doe-wide eyes and bat your eyelashes. They’re so thick and heavy, like a pair of butterflies that have alighted on you, ones he wants to feel flutter against his skin when you bury your face into his neck.
Your cunt is always so warm and welcoming. What sort of man would be he if he didn’t give himself over to you, body and soul? Anything to make you smile, make you happy. His perfect little thing. His. His.
“Logan…” you sigh, an emphasis on the o as he slides into you, so hard he has to bite his lip with enough force to draw blood so he doesn’t come on the spot. He lets you both settle: you to adjust to his size and him to your heat, and then he slowly begins to move his cock in and out of you, luxuriating in the sweet grip of your cunt.
“You like that, huh?” he chuckles as you writhe and wriggle beneath him, simultaneously feeling like it’s too much and not enough. He knows you want every facet of himself he has to give and even then you will still be hungry for more Logan, Logan, Logan.
You nod, scratching your bitten nails down his back and leaving lines which don’t fade as fast as they used to. Nocking your ankles together over his hips to keep his thrusts shallow and hard, the scratchy hair at his base rough on your clit.
And then there they are: those doe eyes. The eyes he’d die for.
“Logan… finish inside?”
The conversation you have every time. He wants to say no, he argues against it without much force.
“Baby, you know I shouldn’t…”
“Please, please, please… wanna feel you… wanna feel you come deep in me, flood me with it, Logan… put a baby in me…”
He can smell the ripeness in your blood. If he comes inside of you it’ll be more dangerous than usual.
But.
“Please?” again, desperate, pretty eyes filling with tears. Oh god damn it, he is so weak. He drops his hand to play with your clit until you flood him with an orgasm, then follows it with his own, shot deep inside your swallowing cunt. You gasp in pleasure and hold him close when he collapses, not bothering to slide out of you, instead locked in this intimate caress.
“Love you, Lo…” you sigh, dreamy, empty-headed.
“Love you too, baby.”
It would be nice to see you round with him. Then nobody could argue who you belong to.
17. Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)
“Are you sure? It’s gonna get messy.”
“You say that like it’s gonna be a problem. Pookie, we deal with blood on a near-daily basis, I would say it’s the bodily fluid I wash out of my clothes the second-most.”
You roll your eyes at him but can’t help the little moan which slips out of you when Logan’s mouth kisses along your neck, hot and heavy.
“Yeah, well, murdering isn’t the same…” you mutter, feeling yourself begin to relax under their touch. Wade bites at the lobe of your ear, his shoulder nudging Logan’s for room over your body. You like it when they both crowd you. You like it when Wade makes you melt with his blabbering, and Logan can turn you to jelly without saying a goddamn word.
“We’re two grown men. Your pussy during shark week is hardly the worst thing we’ve seen, baby…” he continues, airily. You manage to wrestle away from Wade just long enough to make eye contact with Logan, hazel eyes blasted black with arousal. He shrugs.
“He’s not wrong. Blood doesn’t bother me.”
“Exactly! So lay back and let’s surf the crimson wave together.”
Wade cups your cunt as he says this and you have a visceral reaction, bucking into his hand. With a groan you lay back on the bed and give in.
“Fine…” you sigh, pretending it’s some great effort but really, pretty thrilled that both of your partners want to take care of you. An orgasm really helps with the cramps and their warm, strong bodies are always preferable to grabbing your wand from your bedside table.
Your belt is undone and jeans roughly tugged down your legs, underwear with them. Wade wastes no time in pulling your legs apart so he can look between them and you kick him playfully.
“You’re not buying a used car, Wade, you’re about to fuck me. You don’t have to inspect it…”
“Pookie, I just want my girl to know I appreciate her no matter how caked in blood she is,” he says, patting your mound like it’s a faithful dog. Just as you go to kick him again Logan sinks two fingers in you up to the knuckle, dragging a moan out of you instead. Your walls are tender and the intrusion is strange but not unwelcome. In fact when Logan begins to make a beckoning motion inside of you, all you can do is gasp and fist the bedsheets.
“There we go, baby. You just relax. Your boys have got you…” Wade hums, his hand joining Logan’s so he can begin to work at your clit. All you can do is watch as they move in harmony - god they are always at each other’s throats, but together they’re the perfect team to take you apart piece by piece. Wade presses narrow circles into you, playing on that spot which makes you sing, and Logan’s arm begins to work more rapidly. You can even see the veins and muscles flex under his skin as he doubles his effort to bring you to a climax. Their hands slowly get soaked in red, the noise they create a lewd symphony of arousal and blood.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna–”
“Let go,” says Logan, in a way which doesn’t bear arguing with. Your orgasm crescendos over you and you soak both of them as you finish for the first time that day. Wade pulls away first leaving Logan the room to extract his hand which is dripping with a crimson sheen. He seems totally unbothered about the blood - in fact, they both seem pretty damn smug.
You open your mouth the same time as Wade does, except instead of speaking he brings the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth and sucks them, his mouth taking Logan’s digits like your cunt just did.
“Holy shit…” Logan says, surprised but not pushing Wade off of him either. When Wade removes himself with a pop his lips are tinged red.
“Told you blood didn’t bother us,” he sighs, dreamily, then moves in to kiss you. You meet him with enthusiasm.
6. A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex (Old Man Logan x Reader)
You see him at the bar most nights that you’re there, nursing a whiskey and keeping to himself. On the occasion he deigns to lift his gaze from his drink you always feel it on you, hot and heavy and oh so aware of every movement you make.
You like it. Your skin lights up beneath him, a little static dancing over you where his eyes settle. But every time you turn back to your fiancé and his dull friends and try to be interested in a conversation they have no intention of including you in.
Why do you suffer through it? Well, things have been this way for so long now that you don’t know what they’d look like were they to change. Grit your jaw and bear it, it’s only the rest of your life, after all.
The man closes the gap the first time you enter the establishment alone. You swig down your beer, bitter and nasty but the cheapest thing they sell, grimacing at each hoppy mouthful. After a long moment he pulls back the stool in order to settle in next to you at the bar and you’re intensely aware of the size of him.
“No boyfriend tonight?” he rumbles, broad fingers raising his glass to his lips.
“Fiancé,” you correct half-heartedly. Is he still your fiancé? It was a pretty vicious fight you got in not two hours ago, and right now the ring on your finger feels like a shackle. He picks up on your unease and chuckles, and oh, it is a lovely and rich sound.
“Mmm, sure.”
The two of you lapse back into silence, nursing your drinks.
“We got into an argument,” you confess when you feel like more words are necessary. The stranger cocks a brow.
“He seems like an asshole.”
“What would you know?” you ask, desperate to defend for some reason. Pride, perhaps. He finally fixes you with a look, sunken hazel eyes boring into your soul. You are transfixed.
“Seen the way he treats you when you’re out together. Like you’re an annoyance. A second thought. Doesn’t deserve you, sweetheart.”
When his warm hand moves to rest on your thigh you don’t make any effort to shake it free. You let it stay there, possessive. You tap your nails on the pocked bar and consider his words.
The stranger moves in, closing the stale air between the two of you. His breath is warm on the shell of your ear as he speaks, gravelly velvet.
“Does he even make you come, honey?”
You should throw your drink in his face and slap him. Instead you feel your cheeks get warm.
“No,” you confess, a whisper. The stranger looks quietly smug at knowing this before you could even voice it. He swallows down the last of his liquor before standing, holding the hand that was on your thigh out to you as an invitation.
“Let me take care of you.”
You eye your beer, decide not to finish it, and take his hand.
“Can I get your name?”
“Maybe if you like what I do to you,” he states and your cunt floods.
He leads you out to a limo in the empty parking lot, sliding the key inside the door and holding it open for you. You cock your head to the side, silently asking a question.
“The driver,” he chuckles. Fuck. Yeah, okay, after hearing that laugh, he can do whatever he damn well likes to you. You’re going to fuck this limo driver in the backseat and he’s going to make you forget your fiancé’s goddamn name.
The moment you enter into the limo he’s upon you. The door slams behind him as he holds your head in his hands, bringing your mouth to his for a rough kiss, claiming you as his. You let him as his beard scratches you. His tongue swipes against your own, hot and tasting of rich liquor, and his hands go for your jeans. You buck up into his touch and let him strip you without complaint, let him explore every inch of your skin he unveils. His hands are calloused but tender, caressing each new part of you he unveils, and when he touches between your legs? Oh, heaven. Heaven.
Your clothes thrown across the backseat and him still fully in his suit he fucks you with his fingers, one hand pistoning in and out of you, the other rubbing rough circles on your clit. Your orgasm hits you with such force that it’s like a freight train - your head thrown back and eyes blurry with tears and stars as you squirt up the length of his thick forearm. Another one of those delicious chuckles as he licks his fingers clean.
“Did you know you could do that, baby?”
You shake your head, desperate for a repeat of it. The stranger doesn’t leave you hanging. He wrestles with his fly just enough to free his cock, hard and red and dropping with need for you. The size of it is something to behold but you don’t get a chance to adjust before he’s lining himself up and slowly pushing inside. Each inch is a gorgeous stretch that takes your breath away, his hand stroking your hair as he talks you through it.
“That’s it, sweetheart. There we go. You’re being so fucking sweet for me, hm? Letting me fuck you in the back of my limo like this… you’re dirtier than anyone’s ever imagined…”
When he reaches his lips to yours you can taste the orgasm he kissed off of his own fingers. You moan into his mouth as he starts to move, the glorious length of him the pinpoint of your entire universe. Pulling out to the tip, slamming back home, whispering strings of filthy praise in your ear. All you can do is hang on and trust him to take care of you, the way he has once already.
It isn’t long before that sweet pressure builds up again. His cockhead brushes the inside of your walls and you come all over his cock, drenching the front of his suit in a way he looks pleased by. His grip tightens as he finishes inside of you, spilling inside of you hot and thick. You feel utterly claimed. You have been ruined for anyone else.
He helps you sit up and redress, offering you an unopened bottle of water. A moment of silence passes as the smell of sex settles into the leather seats.
“I’ll drive you home…”
Your grip on his forearm is vice-like.
“Take me back to yours,” you beg. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know his name, you don’t need to. He’s taken better care of you in one night than your fiancé has in years.
He softens at the pleading in your voice, those hazel eyes tender.
31. Free For All - Voyeurism (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)
a/n: 1.4k words of pure porn to round off the season. this one goes out to @eupheme who, when asked what she wanted to see for my final Kinktober, said more of Logan watching. so I was happy to deliver 😌 Thank you to everyone who's been commenting, and reblogging! I love you all!
Logan has learned a lot since moving in with Wade.
He’s learned that he can live with other people, but maybe he shouldn’t. It’s a good day if he doesn’t dismember the merc to be honest, what with the way he runs his mouth all the damn time. (He wonders if this was something he really learned though, or something he picked up at the mansion which has become solidified after tripping over Wade’s abandoned suit one too many times).
But he’s also learned that he likes the sound of life around him, Althea making her coffee, the rumble of traffic outside, the neighbours’ chatter in the hallway. He’s learned he enjoys being touched. Oh, how he loves being touched. Wade’s hand on his bicep for just a beat too long to be friendly when the two of them are laughing about something, your hand brushing against his when he’s helping you with the dishes.
Touches, yeah.
And he’s also learned that he likes to look.
His eyes will settle heavy on you and Wade when you kiss. He watches the way Wade will press a hand to the back of your head to keep you in place, the way your fingers will snake up his abdomen and come to rest on the mottled skin of your boyfriend’s chest. The way Wade’s tongue will slip into your mouth.
The way you smile while biting it.
And you both know he loves to watch the two of you, and you’ve both done nothing to discourage it. In fact, from the way he finds the two of you practically dry-humping on the couch every other day, you’re both enjoying it as much as he is. Is it the being observed that gets you off, or the fact that it’s him doing the watching? Logan thinks maybe both, from the way you’ll rub your ass up against Wade’s bulge and then, in tandem, the two of you will turn to look at him.
He’s probably getting too old for this shit. But he can’t stop. Doesn’t want to, honestly.
The night begins quietly, the three of you bundled up on the sofa to watch a movie. Something action-based, lots of explosions, women in tiny shorts and fast cars. At some point you moved yourself into Wade’s lap and started cuddling up together, and Logan can’t deny that he felt a pang of… something in his chest when the chasm on the sofa opened and he lost the closeness of other bodies to his.
But then you started rubbing Wade’s dick over his sweats and Logan’s attention was caught.
“Someone’s feeling frisky tonight, huh?” Wade mutters into your ear as you shift yourself to be chest-to-chest with him. You giggle and press your mouth to his, luxuriating in a long and passionate kiss. Logan feels blood pump through his body at a mile a minute. The film is forgotten about immediately.
“Mmm, just wanna fuck you on the couch, baby,” you sigh against his lips, reaching out to catch one between your teeth and nibble at it. Wade moans in your mouth and the two of you look over to Logan.
“Oh, Logan won’t mind, will you, Lo?” you breathe. Logan feels his jeans get tighter as your voice makes him half-hard, the promise of a show.
A beat.
All he can do is grip his beer bottle and nod his consent.
“Do it,” he growls. You and Wade both grin and continue.
Wade’s hands come to the hem of your shirt and lift it up, and holy fuck you aren’t wearing a bra. Logan watches the way the mercenary starts sucking at your nipples, bringing one and then the other between his lips, cementing the nickname of Mouth. He moans around the soft skin of your breast in a way which has you bucking up into him.
“Fuck, baby, did you do this on purpose? Not wear anything under your shirt because you wanted to show off for our Peanut, here?”
The giggle you let out is all the answer that’s needed, and suddenly Logan is aware that he’s rocking into the meat of his own palm. The friction of the denim is just rough enough to get him a little harder, keep him teased. Wade cocks his head.
“So if I reached down here…”
His hand dips below the belt of your jeans and he groans.
“No panties? Baby, you’re killing me here…”
“Can’t blame me for wanting ease of access. Took all my strength not to wear a skirt and bend over all evening. A preshow, I guess,” you hum, as Logan watches the way Wade works his fingers in and out of you beneath your pants. When the merc pulls back to inspect, they’re covered to the knuckle in slick.
In an act he isn’t expecting, Wade holds them out to Logan.
“Want a taste of her?”
Logan stops fucking up into his own hand for a moment, so shocked by the blatant filth of it… but when he sees the way the two of you look at him, with twinned wide-eyed expressions of hope and pure lust…
He opens his mouth and licks Wade’s fingers clean. As he does, he hears you both mutter a ‘fu-uu-uck’.
“I didn’t say stop,” says Logan, pulling away and nodding at you. Wade scrambles to undo your jeans and you’re all too eager to help, sitting naked in his lap within seconds. Logan takes a beat to admire the shape of your body, pretty thing, especially the warm wet cunt between your legs that Wade is currently circling with those drenched fingers.
“Seeing as honey badger got me nice and ready for you…” he sighs, pressing them inside your hole. You gasp and drop your forehead to Wade’s shoulder, allowing him to fuck you with his hand for a moment, the noise loud and obscene in a total betrayal of how wet you are. Damn, you’re just as filthy as Wade. Logan opens his mouth to verbalise this but only lets out a moan as you slip Wade from his sweats.
Wade’s cock is about what he imagined, though he’d never confess to imagining it at all. Curved, decently thick, bobbing against his stomach in eagerness as you spit on it from above. You jerk him off for a couple of strokes before pressing his head up against your soaked cunt. You’ve left wet patches on his sweats, staining light grey dark with your arousal. Proof that this is happening.
Logan is ravenous as he undoes his fly and takes his cock into his hand properly, starting to rock into the calloused grip of his fingers as you sink down on Wade. All three of you groan in pleasure, and Logan cannot rip his eyes away from how you begin to ride. Your hips move in erratic, hurried movements, your cunt taking Wade to the tip and then all the way back inside over and over, a practised and hypnotic motion. Logan only distracts you briefly, holding out his upturned palm.
“Spit, sweetheart,” he breathes, ragged. When you catch on you’re all too happy to do what he asks, dripping saliva onto his hand - but more importantly so is Wade, who winks as he spits at the same time you do. Logan growls but not with irritation but pure adrenaline, wrapping his newly lubricated hand around his dripping cock and fucking himself for dear life, the speed of his strokes matching yours on Wade. Dripping with a cocktail of you both.
“Oh baby, fuck, I’m gonna…” you breathe. Wade digs his fingers so hard into the flesh of your ass it’ll leave marks.
“Fuck, yeah. Absolutely. Come on my cock and make me never be able to look at this sofa without popping a boner again… but do it while looking at Logan over there, okay?”
You and Wade drag your eyes away from each other to let them settle on Logan. It’s too much. He feels his orgasm ripping through him and Logan comes in white jets all over his hand, a bitten-off roar escaping straight from his chest. From the noises at the other end of the couch, the two of you aren’t far behind either.
And then for a moment, there’s silence.
“Happy Halloween,” Wade murmurs, dropping a kiss to your collarbone while his cum drips out of your cunt. This draws out a giggle from you.
“Mm. Wanna go again?” you ask, eyes darting between the two men on the couch. Logan feels himself twitch again and knows he’s in for a long evening.
25. Pussy Slapping // Non Con - Dub Con // Titty Fucking (X24 x reader. dark, be warned)
You have been pushed into a corner with one dull realisation: you have no time.
One of you is going to die and it can’t be Logan. It can’t. You know he’s goddamn self sacrificing to a fault but Laura is a factor here too, and she has a better chance with him than with you.
You tell Logan to give you his suit jacket and, though he doesn’t know why, he obeys unerringly. The shotgun is next, a bunch of shells deposited into your pocket.
“Go,” you say, loading them into the barrel, “I’ll hold him off.”
“But…” you don’t remember the last time he looked so torn, age and fallibility painted over his face as if with brushstrokes. You hold his cheek in your hand, memorising the feel of his beard.
“Go.” There is no arguing with you. Laura begins to lose it, her voice rising with panicked Spanish as she realises you’re going to be left behind, but Logan hauls her over a shoulder and starts to run. She screams and reaches for you, tears streaming down her cheeks, and you can’t bear to face it for too long or your heart will break.
Buy them time to get to the car. That’s all you need to do. Then they’ll be safe.
“Come on,” you mutter, waiting for the beast to arrive. The wind picks up and you hope the scent of Logan is carried from his jacket, enough bait for the creature to take.
The treeline moves, and then there it is, stalking out towards you. Fierce, furious eyes. Nostrils flaring, scenting the air as it moves. Targeting you.
You fire a round into its belly.
“Let’s go, you fucker,” you hiss.
It howls in pain as skin fixes itself immediately, teeth bared to as if it is about to show you what it will rip you to pieces with.
You have its attention. You start to run.
It lets out a roar and starts to chase you, feet beating loudly on the dry grass. You shoulder your way through the trees, thin and vicious as they whip you, drawing blood with every slap. You can hear it coming after you, moving far quicker than you can, hunting you down, oh god, you’re going to face the end of your life–
It tackles you hard to the ground as you swing your gun around to aim at it. It knocks the weapon from your grasp and you watch with horror as it slides far away.
X-24 stares down at you, the weight of its body pinning you to the ground. You grit your jaw so hard you fear that your teeth might shatter. If you’re going to die, you’ll do it without looking away.
“Do it,” you hiss, defiantly.
But it doesn’t.
X-24 holds your gaze. An agonising moment passes as you wait for him to sheathe it claws inside of your soft belly, finish you off… so imagine your surprise when it buries its face into your neck.
“Oh… oh!” you whisper, feeling how it nuzzles into where your pulse beats, how its tongue flits against your pulse. Its hips dip down to notch into the space it’s forced your legs open to create and starts to grind down into you, simulating fucking with none of the relief.
Your eyes go wide.
“Wait… wait…” you grab it – no, him, surely – and hold him back. He whines like a dog and his hips don’t stop their movement, but they do still a little. He’s hard as rock against your clothed cunt, incessant with his little thrusts. “You want to…?”
You’re not sure if he has the capacity to speak back, at least not at the moment, but he understands enough to realise you’ve cottoned on. He must see this as consent, as his hands drop to your jeans with a snik you recognise from Logan, begins to slice them off of you. Panic floods you. He’s the enemy, isn’t he? This isn’t… you don’t…
“Ah–no…” you mutter but, for some reason, you can’t muster much force behind it. This thing… this man… it's just a feral version of Logan, no? The same as the man you love? Is it that affection for you is so hard-wired into his DNA that it comes through with every single iteration of him, even something as wild as this?
Perhaps it would not be such a bad thing. Perhaps what this creature needs is someone to show it softness.
“Whoa, okay. Slow…” you whisper, reaching to cup his jaw. X-24 whines at the touch, nuzzling into you as he removes the scraps of your jeans from your waist. You move his face to look up at you, make eye contact to try and assert your dominance, even now. Treat him like a needy puppy.
“We can, okay? We can. But go slow, baby.”
Your words sink in and when he goes to tear off your underwear, he is gentler. The shock of cold air still makes you shiver when it touches your surprisingly wet cunt but you are warmed when he buries his face against your folds, scenting and licking you desperately. You gasp at the suddenness of it all, go to bury your hands in his hair like you would with Logan… only to be disappointed when you realise it’s been buzzed to his skull. You drop your grip to the grass instead, pulling up tufts as you try to hang on.
There is no skill in what he is doing, he just desires to be as close to you as he can, totally drown himself in your musk. The feeling of his beard on your clit keeps strumming pleasure through you, though, and the way he attacks you with lips and teeth soon has you coming all over his tongue. He lets out a ragged groan, dragged deep from the cavern of his chest, and then he’s over you again: hips jerking down ineffectively against yours.
“It’s okay, shh, wait…” you mutter, hands going for his fly and freeing his hard cock as quick as you can. There is no surprise: you are faced with Logan’s length and girth, thick and hard and oozing with desire for you. X-24 growls a little and then wastes no time in finding your entrance, sliding himself up to the hilt in one motion which has you gasping and writhing.
Logan would let you adjust, tease you. This creature, this man, does not have the facility to understand that. He ruts wildly, dragging himself out to the tip and then slamming back home, obsessed with the way your needy cunt soaks his entire cock, entranced by the idea of more of you. His hands wrap around your thighs and pull you even closer to him, as if he fears that if he doesn’t pin you down that you’ll disappear. You clutch onto his shirt and try to ground yourself.
“I’m not going anywhere… It’s okay…”
He growls and whines as his pace picks up, hips slapping loudly and lewdly against yours in the quiet of the woodland around you, and then with a snarl he’s releasing himself into your body; filling you full of cum and, as far as he is concerned, claiming you.
He at least has the acumen not to collapse on you, crush you with his skeleton. Instead he nuzzles his face into your stomach as if trying to guard the womb he’s just flooded with himself. As the world settles again you stroke your fingers against the prickle of his hair, not entirely disliking the way he holds you in a vice-grip.
He whines at the softness of your touch, and you can almost make out a word.
20. Infidelity - Cuckolding // Cunnilingus // Threesome (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson - this is for you, that one anon)
You’re at orgasm ten and they aren’t slowing down.
That’s the problem when you have two not-quite-human lovers: their stamina is fucking insane. Barely any refractory period either. All you can do is hope that you can keep up with them… and that your body doesn’t goddamn give out.
It kinda is giving out, though.
“One more…” Logan growls, moving his way up your prone form like an animal. You choke on the idea of wringing any extra pleasure from yourself. Your cunt is leaking with a mix of cum: yours, Logan’s, Wade’s; a sinful cocktail soaking into the sheets. You can’t keep anything inside you any more. You’re full.
“Logan, no,” you say, firmly, slapping his shoulder with as much effort as you can muster. He looks down at you, and those soft puppy eyes remind you why you see him as such an obedient dog at times.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, backing down immediately when he is chastised.
“I’m gonna die on this bed Logan. You’ve made me orgasm my soul out,” you sigh, relieved for your poor pussy that he’s so willing to listen. Next to you on the bed Wade is half-hard again but even he looks exhausted.
“Now normally my rampant machismo would require me to see this through until one of us had jizz leaking out our nose, but for the sake of our pookie here I’m happy to call it a draw.”
It had been so stupid, the lead up to his. The three of you lazing around, enjoying each other’s company and watching a movie. A sex scene had come on and it had got the three of you talking, which had got the two of them arguing. Who did you most enjoy making you come? It was a conversation you didn’t want to get in the middle of but apparently you didn’t have a choice.
“C’mon, one of us has gotta get you wet and wilder than the other,” Wade had said, walking his fingers along your leg. You’d rolled your eyes.
“I like fucking you both, boys. Can we finish watching Australia now?”
“That means it’s me,” Wade had whispered, and Logan hadn’t wanted to take that lying down. Well… without you lying down, anyway.
So they took you to the bedroom and tried to make you compare. Fingers, mouths, cocks, all of it; and now your poor cunt might have friction burn. At some point it stopped being who could fuck you better and who could fuck you more, eke orgasm out of orgasm from your exhausted body and have you moaning for it. You’re not sure how they can keep going. How have they got any goddamn cum left in them, you’re sure it’s all over your cunt and abdomen at this point.
When Logan runs a gentle finger between your folds you hiss, part because of the sting and part from delight. You’re so high on a cloud of pleasure you can’t imagine anything else now.
“Look at you baby, you’re a mess…” he sighs, gravelly voice full of affection as he sees the canvas they’ve made of your body. If their skin could hold scars they’d be covered in your scratch marks, your bites, your slaps as you grabbed handfuls of muscle and held on while they fucked you. Wade grabs Logan’s hand and licks the mixture of the three of you off his fingers, humming in contentment.
“Is it too much that I like licking stuff? I did it in the period sex one too, is it becoming an endearing habit, or…?”
“If the two of you still have a point to prove, why don’t you fuck each other?” you chuckle, trying to get comfortable on the mattress and only succeeding at having another squirt of come drip from your hole.
Their eyes lock over your body. You’ve set a challenge neither will back down from, and when Logan goes in for a fierce kiss Wade meets it with vigour.
“Good grief…” you chuckle, moving onto your side to watch them go at each other. You’ll enjoy not being the centre of the show for a while.
