#ticklish!deadpool

[lovemybluebully]

A Small Lapse of Judgement

What do you get when you cross a drunk Wolverine? Tickled. You get tickled. 🤣

Okay, yeah sorry guys. This one is literally like twice as long as my last one, but Logan and Wade both needed to get wrecked good. lol I'm just having too much fun writing these guys. So get some snacks or something because you're going to be here for a minute.

More somewhat movie spoilers, and Wade saying inappropriate things to Logan's annoyance. lol Oh, and of course tons of cussing. And tickles. Lots of tickles.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

ler!Logan/Wolverine x lee!Wade/Deadpool

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 4,372

At first Logan had declined Wade's invitation to live with him at his apartment. Having been on his own for so long Logan didn't want to accept the fact that anyone actually wanted him around, but after Wade's persistent prodding and convincing he finally accepted.

"Yes!! It'll be like a sexy slumber party!" Wade had whooped, but one steely-eyed look from Logan made him turn it down, "Ahem. Or, you know, just two guys hanging out together with no lewd activities of any kind...."

No doubt Wade pushed Logan's buttons and got on his nerves more than anyone he had ever met in his life, but after their ordeal together there was no denying the bond that had been created between the two of them. It was hard for him to admit it, but Wade was definitely someone Logan now considered as a friend.

Surprisingly he settled in quickly and had begun to make himself comfortable, allowing him to let his guard down and actually relax for once. It was only a one-bedroom apartment so even though he had to sleep out on the couch every night he was grateful to have a place to call home.

And Wade was thrilled to have him there. Unlike his other roommate, Blind Al, Logan was progressively becoming more tolerant of his off the wall antics so it was nice to have someone else there that he could really joke around with. And drink with, though Logan still tended to embark on some solo day drinking of his own.

Wade shuffled into the living room in his crocs one late evening with Dogpool cradled in his arm to find Logan slouched over on the couch in nothing but jeans and a tank top and a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Further observation revealed there to be two more empty bottles laying around on the ground by his feet.

"Hey. Robert Downey Jr. Wanna take it easy on the booze?"

Logan lazily looked up at him, rolling his eyes when he saw Wade was allowing the dog to lick all over his face.

"I will once ya take it easy on always making out with that mutt."

Wade stared at him in defiance as he continued to kiss Dogpool's head while she licked all around his mouth, making Logan grimace in disgust before Wade set her down upon the ten-sizes-too-big dog bed he had bought for her.

"You know if you were jealous all you had to do was ask, baby girl. There's plenty of Wade Wilson to go around," he leaped onto the couch beside Logan and puckered his lips, making smooching sounds as he tried to pull the other man close while Logan cursed and struggled to hold him back.

"Hey hey! Fucking knock it off, asshole!" Despite his annoyance he chuckled a little with the alcohol lightening his mood and after a few more seconds Wade finally relented to sit himself back.

"You can fight it all you want, but I know you'll come around one day. There's no resisting my natural labido," Wade sat facing him as he gave a wink and a flirty grin, causing Logan to sigh with a shake of his head and take another sip from the bottle.

"See this is exactly why I still drink. I need something to help tolerate your obnoxious ass on a daily basis."

"Fine by me. It has its benefits. Number one being that you're so much less stabby when you're like this," Wade teased, wiggling a finger into his side as Logan squirmed and giggled before swatting at his hand with boozed up coordination.

"Why are ya always tickling me? I hate that shit," Logan was still smiling though as he rubbed at his irritated ribs.

"Because," Wade smiled and turned to look out at the audience before whispering quietly under his breath, "The people demand it."

He sat staring in silence for several seconds until Logan lifted a brow in confusion.

"The fuck you looking at?"

"Nothing," Wade turned back to him, "Well it's because I have to make you laugh somehow, grumpy pants. You're always so serious, and worst of all you never laugh at my jokes."

"Oh yeah? Have ya tried actually being funny?"  A big shit eating grin was plastered on Logan's face as he instinctively pulled his arms in close to his body, not expecting Wade to let that one slide.

"Ooh hoo hoo, you're going to pay for that one later. You know what, smart ass? Maybe I'll tickle you in front of Laura. I'm sure she'd love to help me double team you sometime. A little badger on badger action, if you will." 

It was Wade's turn to smirk as Logan just looked back at him with nervous eyes that he tried to hide behind the scowl now creasing over his face.

"You'd better fuckin' not."

"I don't know. It's sounding like a pretty good idea to me. Usually I have to pay to see that kind of thing but-"

Logan growled as his claws started to come out, but Wade just laughed and wagged a finger at him.

"Ah ah ah! Rule number one, no bloodshed in the house. So best keep those claws of yours in check, my little kitty cat."

"Just don't give me a reason then," Logan warned, retracting the claws before his eyes raised to focus on Wade's head, "By the way, how long are ya gonna keep wearing that stupid toupee? I already told you that you ain't foolin' anyone with that thing."

Wade looked positively insulted as he patted and smoothed down the hair on his head.

"Uhmm excuse me? As I've told you a thousand times, it's a hair system. It's so I can go out in public looking halfway decent. Not all of us were blessed with the perfect bone structure of a successful Broadway actor," turns his head briefly to look at the camera, "And besides, I think it looks quite distinguished."

"I've seen better looking roadkill than whatever that thing's made out of," Logan snorted and downed the rest of the bottle in his hand before dropping it on the floor beside the other empty bottles.

"Says the guy who looks like he has roadkill glued to the sides of his face," Wade gave a less than gentle tug on his muttonchops as Logan grunted and smacked his hand away.

"Oh yeah? Well at least I can grow facial hair, pal. You on the other hand don't have a speck of hair on your whole goddamn body. You're like a fucking pre-pubescent child. This is what a real man looks like," a tipsy smirk crawled across his face as he nonchalantly pulled up his tank top to show off his hairy chest and stomach.

He emphasized his point by running a hand over his hirsute, muscular torso while Wade just stared very, very hard.

"........Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working," Wade was smiling deviously and reaching a hand out as Logan chuckled dryly and gave him a hard shove, sending him flying to the other end of the couch, "Just so you know, I'm adding that one to the spank bank."

"You fucking wish, bub. Think ya got a better chance with that ugly ass dog of yours," he nodded over towards the sleeping pooch while tugging his shirt back down. 

It was rare to see such a repulsed look on Wade's face as the man always seemed to be down for whatever but apparently messing with the dog was where he drew a line.

"Woah woah, that's just going too far now. You need therapy, my friend."

"Oh please. I forgot you were the fucking poster child for mental stability," Logan muttered as he lifted his legs to prop his bare feet up on the coffee table in front of him.

"Heyheyhey! What in the ever-living fuck do you think you are doing? That's where we cut up our Bolivian nose candy-"

"I thought Feige said ya can't talk about that."

"Well what Feige doesn't know won't hurt him. Now let's go. Chop chop. Feet off the table, bud," Wade scolded and kicked Logan in the leg as the man rolled his eyes and begrudgingly pulled his feet down.

"You are such a fucking caveman. That table is an antique. Furniture crafted from the finest-OOof!" Wade grunted in pain as Logan dropped his feet onto his lap with his heel coming down hard onto his groin, "Uh uh nope. Not happening. Feet off the Deadpool too." 

"Well I gotta put 'em somewhere. What? Offended that ya weren't my first choice? Be flattered I finally found a good use for you," Logan smirked big time at the genuine outrage that now displayed on Wade's face.

"What the fuck do you mean?! You've seen what a phenomenal cook I am!"

"Almost burned down the apartment."

"I'm the king of late-night karaoke!"

"Got the cops called on us three times already."

"Well I'm good at making friends everywhere I go."

"I had to beat the shit out of all those bikers to get them off of you. Not to mention you almost got us banned from my favorite bar, you dumb fuck."

Wade started to pout from Logan shooting down all of his claims, but was quickly back to grinning as he thought of something that Logan couldn't possibly argue against.

"Okay, you know what? You wanna see something I'm good at? I'll show you something I'm very good at," Wade smirked and grabbed ahold of Logan's legs, securing his ankles in one arm as he began ruthlessly tickling the bottoms of his feet.

Logan lost any sense of calm he had as he immediately broke into a hysterical laughing fit, figuring out too late that he had made a huge mistake. There weren't many things in life that could get the Wolverine to lose his cool, but Wade Wilson the Tickle Monster never failed.

"Baahahahahahaha! Wahahahahade, dohohohon't!! Okaahaahaahaay! I'll mooohoohoove 'em!!"

Logan was far too buzzed to pull his usual act of fighting back his reactions and trying to pretend that he wasn't as horribly sensitive as he really was. Not that any of that ever discouraged Wade since he knew he'd always get him to crack eventually.

"Nah, that's okay. You just keep them right where they are, Giggles. Maybe this'll teach you some manners. Or not, that's okay too. I wouldn't want to run out of excuses to do this....," he scratched at the soles with Logan going nuts and frantically pulling at his captured legs while Wade's arm only squeezed tighter around them to ensure he wouldn't escape.

"Stahahahaaap, ya dihihihick! Fuhuhuhuckin' lehehehehe-lehehet me gohohohohooo!"

"What's that? Aww did you forget your safe word again? So confusing. How do I know if you really want me to stop or not?" The merc teased with his fingers scribbling at Logan's arches as the X-man's laughter surged in volume.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Aaaheheeheeheehee nohohoho! Waahaait! I'm sohohohohorry!" He howled with tears already in his eyes as Wade found the weak spots under his toes; his body twisting and flopping around as he braced his arms on the couch in his clumsy attempts to get free.

Wade always enjoyed when Logan was in this state. Not only was he a lot less homicidal than if he was sober but he wasn't nearly as uptight and didn't even fight the tickles as hard. He practically just rolled over and took it and didn't hold much back. 

He suspected that Logan didn't hate being tickled nearly as much as he made out and loved to tease him about it much to the older man's insistent denial of the fact. It's likely that Logan would rather die than ever admit something like that.

Wade then cleared his throat and began to speak in his best exaggerated Australian accent.

"Crikey mate! Here we have the Wolverine. Best known for its violent tendencies and natural ability to be a complete jackass. When confronted by a stronger and more powerful predator it begins to make the most adorable snorting sounds that are meant as a sign of his submission. Let's listen in, shall we?"

Logan had been belting out uncontrollable snorts all throughout his laughter and it was one of Wade's favorite things to poke fun at him for.

"Shhh-Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup! You're sohohohoho fuhuhucking stuhuhuhupid!"

"Oh, I'm fucking stupid? Who's the one making all the little piggy noises, Wilbur? Speaking of piggies....," Wade smirked as he started to play with his toes again, "This little piggy was an alcoholic....This little piggy was always so mean to his friend, Wade.....This little piggy talked shit about sweet little Dogpool....This little piggy..."

"Fuhuhuhuhuuuck! Alrihihihihight I gihihihive uhuhup! Haahahahaah! No-No mohohohore!" Logan had managed to pull a foot free and was now kicking Wade in the back as hard as he could, which wasn't very hard at all due his weakened state from laughing so much.

"No more? No MORE? Sorry, sweet cheeks. But I've got plenty more," Wade then threw his foot aside as he turned and dove onto Logan's prone form to now attack his very ticklish stomach, "That was for treating me like an object! This is for saying I'm not funny!"

Wade snickered with glee as the feral man expelled a less than manly squeal of giggles and immediately curled into a protective ball, though all attempts to evade were useless. Deadpool was positively relentless.

"Nooooohohohohohoo nohohohot thehehehehere! Okahahaay you're funny! You're fuhuhuhuhuhunnyyyyyaaahahahahahaaStaahahahahahaaap!"

"Oh sure! All of a sudden I'm just magically funny now! Don't insult my intelligence! You can't bullshit a bullshitter!" Wade managed to get his hands underneath Logan's shirt, raking his fingers up and down his bare stomach and forcing him to dissolve into a lengthy, mirthful wheeze.

"Why are you so ticklish? Is it part of your mutation? A result of a Weapon X experiment gone horribly wrong? Talk, damn you! I need answers!"

Not that Wade actually expected him to answer, but Logan was laughing entirely too hard and fighting it even less. He had his head thrown back in hysterics that exposed his oversized canines, writhing feebly while tears were leaking down his reddened cheeks.

It was a sight to see the normally powerful X-man rendered helpless from such a soft touch, but it just goes to prove that healing factors and big muscles were completely useless against a tickle attack.

Wade would have loved to keep tickling him all night, and he knew the man technically could take it with the high amount of stamina he possessed, but it was time to let him go now and save it for another time. Logan had been a good sport, and he didn't want to push it too far.

Pulling his hands back he now stood triumphantly hovering over the still giggling and plastered Wolverine, who kept his body all curled up in case the crazy merc decided to come for him again.

"Are you sure you're the Wolverine of legends? I mean, this isn't exactly what I had pictured. If I hadn't personally seen you in action then I'd have some serious doubts," he smirked as Logan finally relaxed and slowly splayed out on the couch.

"Heehehehe-That's the worst Wolverine to you, bub. You-hehehee-fucking suck," Logan continued to giggle as he struggled to fight off the dizzying high of the combined tickle assault mixed with the alcohol in his bloodstream. Wade was pleased to see he hadn't soured his mood.

"But do I swallow is the real question? Hehehe, sorry, I couldn't help myself. Now did you learn your lesson, you drunken idiot?"

Logan regained some sense of focus as he slowly sat up and looked up at Wade with the most cocky grin.

"Of course not. Gonna take a lot more than that, fucker."

"Do not tempt me, Peanut. I showed you mercy this time, but I cannot guarantee this next round I will be as charitable," Wade smirked and cracked his knuckles, surprised to see Logan lean back onto the couch with his arms folded behind his head.

"Pffft. You don't fuckin' scare me. You can do your worst. Though I'm sorry to say you're not gonna get the chance. Ya wanna know why?"

"Why?" Wade practically demanded with his hands on his hips.

"That's why." Logan lifted a hand to point behind Wade as the merc whirled around to confront what may have got the drop on him and found.....nothing. Nobody.

"Wait a minute.....did I really just fall for the oldest trick in the bo-AAAHCK!" Wade let out a scream as he was pounced from behind by a playfully growling Wolverine and landed hard on his stomach with his face hitting the floor. He had seriously misjudged the other man's current ability to fight back.

"Heheh, you really are a fucking idiot. Now let's see how you like this shit...," Logan immediately dug into Wade's ribs from where he sat perched on his back and was more than thrilled by the scream that ripped out of the merc's mouth. He knew there was no way a loudmouth like Wade wouldn't be ticklish.

"Nohohooo Logan wahahahahaait! Ahahaheeheehehehehe! You cahahahan't tihihihickle meheheee! I'm-I'm the 'ler! Nohohot yooooou!"

"The what? What the hell are ya talkin' about now?" Logan didn't let up though while Wade tried to sputter out an explanation.

"The cohohohommunity! Ihihihit's a thihihiing! I g-guess tehehehechnically I'm a swihihihihitch buhuhuhut stihihill!"

Logan raised his brows, looking more confused than before as he ended up just shrugging it off and shaking his head.

"Nevermind. I really don't wanna know. Now shut up and laugh, asshole," Logan's big hands ran up and down his sides, squeezing his waist and making it back up into his armpits as Wade flailed and shrieked and desperately tried to clamp his arms down.

Logan couldn't help but laugh at Wade's reactions with how he had barely started in on him yet.

"Geez. Have ya really been this fucking ticklish this whole time? Looks like we've got some time to make up for," his fingers fluttered around under Wade's arms, producing wild cackles as he wriggled like a worm and tried to scoot across the floor.

"Get off get off! Nooohahahahahaha! I'm nohohohohot tihihihicklish! I'm nohohohohohohot!"

"Well if you're not ticklish then all this shouldn't be botherin' ya, right? Or do you prefer me stabbin' ya better?" Logan smirked as he used the three middle fingers on each hand to simulate his claws as he repeatedly poked at Wade's ribcage with rapid fire speed, "Hehe, now you're dead."

"Gaahaahahahahaha!! Nohohohohot the clahahahahaws! Mehehehehercy!" Wade begged, trying to reach behind him to smack Logan's hands away. Spoiler alert, it didn't work.

"Mercy? Ha! That's a fuckin' good one. Hey, whaddya know. I guess you are funny after all. Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle, fuckface."

Wade's hysterics were increasing in volume by the second and Logan snorted in amusement at the thought that they might get the cops called on them for a suspected murder happening in the apartment.

"Holy shit. Keep it down, will ya? You're gonna wake the-"

"What in the name of Satan's asshole is that horrible noise?!?!" Blind Al shouted in annoyance as she wandered into the room and nearly tripped over the two men roughhousing on the floor.

"Blind Al! Blind Ahahahahal! Hehehehelp mehehehehe!" Wade screamed as he managed to roll over underneath Logan and reach out a desperate hand towards his elderly roommate.

"You're such a dick. Ya know ya don't have to emphasize that she's blind all the time, ya inconsiderate moron," Logan rolled his eyes with a smile as he now had better access to Wade's ribs and stomach and dug right in.

"Baahahahah-Buhuhuhut thahahat's her nahahahahame! B-Becahahahause she's blihihihind! Gehehehet ihihit?!"

The older woman's lips pursed with disdain.

"Please keep torturing him. I will sleep good tonight knowing that stupid motherfucker is suffering," she gently patted Logan on the shoulder as she turned around and made her way out of the room.

"You got it, boss lady," Logan nodded with a smirk and scratched furiously at Wade's stomach, easily avoiding the flailing hands trying to stop him.

"Blihihihihind Al! Aahahhahahha! You trahahahaahaahaitor! Ahahahafter ahahall I've d-dohohohone for yooohoou!"

"Maybe you could gag his bitch ass too," she yelled back over her shoulder, making Logan chuckle.

"She's got a point. You're loud as fuck. Always makin' fun of how I snort while you're over here shrieking like a fuckin' little girl."

With that, Wade was struck with inspiration as he thought of a way to get Logan to stop.

"Yehehehes! Oh yehehehes Lohohohogan! Dohohohn't stop! Th-Thahahat's ihihihit! Tihihihickle me! Tihihickle mehehehe untihihihil I pahahahass ouhohout!" Wade pretended to moan between his laughs as he put his hands flat against the floor to demonstrate that he had no intention of preventing the tickling, though it was a major struggle for him to keep them there.

Logan tilted his head as he stared down at Wade in bemusement.

"Can't tell if you're tryin' to psyche me out into stopping, or if you really do like it that much. I wouldn't put it past ya to actually enjoy being tickled. Not the weirdest thing about you. Either way, if ya say not stop then I won't," Logan smirked and proceeded to tickle him even harder as he kneaded into his hips.

"Noooooohohohoooo! Okaahahaay! I lihihihied! I cahahahan't tahahahahake it! Pleasepleaseplease stooohahahahoooop!" Wade squealed and kicked his legs around and uselessly tried to grab at the other man's wrists to pry him off.

"Now was that really a lie? Are ya sure it wasn't an educated wish?" Logan loved to bring that stupid shit up every once in a while, knowing it would get under Wade's skin.

"So fuhuhuhunny I forgohohot to lahahahaugh, ahahahasshole! Nohohow gehehet off meeeheeheeheee! You fuhuhuhucking mahahahade yohohohour point!" 

Logan was about to make another quip when he heard loud barking and turned his head to see Dogpool come flying over the back of the couch towards them in superhero slow-motion.

She then rushed in to grab Wade by the hair as she pulled with all of her tiny body weight trying to free him.

"Yehehehes! Mary Puhuhuhuppins! Saahahahave pa-pa! Thaahahahat's it!"

"Yeah.....that dog weighs like eight pounds. Hehehe, don't think you're getting away from me just yet, bub," Logan snickered as he dragged Wade closer and plunged his fingers into his armpits, earning another shriek as the merc futilely clamped his arms down and thrashed even harder.

"Looohohohogaaan staaahahahahahahap! I'm-I'm sohohohohoh glahahad to seeheehee-ahahahahhah-see yohohou ehehehembrace thihihis sss-sihihide of you buhuhuhut-AAAAHH! FUHUHUHUCK!!"

A loud ripping sound was heard as Logan looked up in wonderment to see Wade with a hand gripped to his now bald head as Dogpool stood there with his whole hair piece in her mouth.

Logan couldn't help it. The sight of Wade laying there with those fucking staples sticking out of his head and the dog now gnawing on his toupee like a chew toy was just too comical.

He started to laugh. Really laugh. Laughing too damn hard to keep tickling Wade as he literally fell over, holding his sides while his whole body shook in uncontrollable guffaws.

Wade was finally able to sit up as he glared at his hysterical friend, but he had a smile on his face too.

"Really?! That's what makes you laugh?! You seeing me getting hurt is funny to you? Pretty fucked up, you sado," he pretended to sound annoyed, but really he was anything but. It was rare to see Logan laugh like this besides when Wade was tickling him half to death so he'd let him have this for the moment.

Still he had to strike back somehow for this indignity.

"Puppins attack! Kill, my little munchkin! Kill!" Wade shouted as the dog rushed towards the fallen man and jumped onto him. But Dogpool didn't have a mean bone in her body and only knew how to attack with love as she affectionately licked Logan's face much to his aversion.

"Blech! Wahahade! Gehet your dohohog!" He bellowed as he continued to laugh, but other than trying to shield his face with his arms he didn't do much to stop her.

"Okay okay, come here, sweetie pie. Lets get you away from the bad man who tried to kill your pa-pa," Wade reached over and pulled her off of him, setting her into his lap.

Logan finally fought down the giggles as he sat up to find Wade staring longingly at the destroyed toupee in his hand. He kind of felt bad for the guy and thought he should offer some words of encouragement.

"Yeah, that thing's fucked. Big time. But hey, I think you look better without it," he nodded, using his shirt to wipe off his face as Wade gave him a genuine smile.

"You're only saying that because you're drunk," the merc teased back as Logan shrugged in response and grinned broadly.

"You're probably right. I wouldn't touch ya with a ten foot pole."

"That's okay. I don't mind doing all the touching...," Wade gave him a quick squeeze on the side as Logan snorted and lurched away from his reach and got to his feet.

"Don't fucking start that again. I'd say we're even now. Besides, you don't wanna fuck with me now that I know how damn ticklish you are. It's a stalemate. We can put this all behind us and move on. Now if ya don't mind I'd like to get some sleep," he waved the other man away as he grabbed some blankets off the back of the couch to set up his sleeping area.

Wade just smirked as he began walking out of the room with Dogpool in his arms.

"Silly silly Wolvie. I'm not sure you realize the implications of your actions. But I'm afraid this is far from over. You, my friend, have just started a war."

Logan's face fell as he only stared back at Wade in wide-eyed silence.

"Nighty night, Peanut. Sweet dreams," Wade smirked devilishly, waving with wiggling fingers as he flicked off the light switch on the wall.

[saturnzskyzz]

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙸'𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗 ☝️

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"Hey, Logan? Look at me! Do you like?~" Wade dragged out as he posed kind of painfully for Logan to admire.

"How did you?!- WADE! what the FUCK do you think you're doing, bub?" Logan growled as he saw the unadmittedly sexy man in his own Wolverine suit. He'd be even more pissed if he had ripped the suit, but at least Wade has a bit of a smaller build than him. Still doesn't get rid of the fact that he's wearing his suit.

"Whaaat?! I'm you! Wolverine~" Wade said Logan's hero name in a low and mysterious tone for some dramatic effect, all the while moving his arms in the air slowly to emphasize his words.

"You're wearing my suit, therefore how did ya get it? And would you take it off?!" Logan shouted, pointing a finger.

Wade looked at the mad man, and only gave him a playful smirk. "First off; you left it in the bathroom when you were taking a shower. Two; make me! And three; ... Does this make my butt look big, or what? Cause when you wear the suit, it is Voluptuous- AAH!" Wade unfortunately got cut off in his rant by Logan pouncing on him to get him down to the ground. Successfully pinning the guy down with his hands pressed against his shoulders.

"Listen here, you runt! You better take off my suit, or I'll rip all of your ribs out one by one, and it will go very painfully, and very, very slowly. Ya got that?!" Logan threatened. Jabbing a finger in the middle of Wade's chest.

"How flattering of you to say~ but you know? I don't really need my ribs. I can gladly walk around with a funny lil walk for days if that's hohow yohohou- whahat are yohou DOHOING?!!" Wade Panickely giggled out as he felt a single finger jab at his bottom rib as the pressure gets worse and worse, hightening his sensitivity every second.

"You are going to take this suit off, or I'll have you beg for your life." Logan explained dangerously playful.

It's not common that Wade would be on the receiving end of things, surprisingly, but when he does end up on the receiving end, holy hell does it ruin Wade's ego?

"Wahahait! Wehehe can tahahalk about thihis!" Wade suggested. The sensitivity is already killing him as he tried to push the offending hands away from his ribs.

This answer didn't go unnoticed when Logan had put even more force into his jabbing to have Wade squeal in surprise. "Already tried that, bub. I've settled with hearing your screams." Logan whispered close in Wade's ear, sending shivers down Wade's spine, and then went for the kill. In a fast motion, he darted his hands at the tops of Wade's ribs and scribbled all over, sending Wade to sky rocket in shock.

"AAH- WAHAHAIT! wahahait! Ihihi'm sahahahah- I'm SOHORRY! Lohohogan, PLEHEehease!" Wade shouted out, squirming desperately to escape.

"You should've thought about that apology before you ended up in this mess. I'm just here to clean it up." Logan said, playfully. He earned himself a smirk, as he watched Wade laugh his reputation away.

[eightball-chronicles]

i want to postbut idk whar to post ...

im workinf on tk headcannons for these 2 idiots tho :3 i love them sm theyre all my brain thinks of ...

once im done w that i plan to work on a fic bc ive lowkey wabted to post here for . so long n ive had a "do it you coward" moment recently so here i am !! yippee ^-^

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

OK but what if,

Wade is tickling Logan and he can't help the snort that slips out....

Except, it keeps happening, and Logan can't stop snorting as he laughs, and eventually Wade has to stop because he's laughing too hard at Logan’s inability to stop snorting.

It's cute ok

[fluffyficsanddreams]

The Morning After

A/N: i have tried so desperately to write a fic you have no idea. my motivation has been toast lately, especially life is currently beating the ever loving shit out of me. it's okay though, because i wrote this! also i kind of forgot Blind Al, whoops... let's just say they're living in their own apartment lol

Summary: After a long night of confessions and intimacy, Wade rouses in the morning feeling rejuvenated and ready for a day of shenanigans. Logan, however, does not share this sentiment and would prefer to lay in... so Wade has to find other methods to get him up.

this fic contains (sfw) tickling and mentions of sex/swearing. if you don't like it, don't read it 🫶

dedicated to @lovemybluebully for giving me the motivation to finally finish this!!!

Wade hadn't woken up to a morning this peaceful in a very long time.

The merc blearily blinked open his eyes to dawn sunlight pouring in through the crack in the haphazardly closed curtains, shining into the small bedroom. He reached up to rub his eyes, turning to sit up a bit, opening his eyes to see both his own clothes and his roommate's scattered about the room.

He turned his head to the left, looking down at the sleeping man who was laying on his stomach, arms underneath the pillow, face turned to the side—none other than the Wolverine himself, currently wearing nothing but boxer shorts underneath the blanket, which Wade just remembered he was also in.

Wade let out a soft huff and smiled a little, recalling the previous night's events—it was a blur of passion and heat, and the memories were both blurry and crystal clear. It was a night he'd promised himself he would never forget.

Wade decided to lay back down for a few minutes, laying on his side to face the still-sleeping Logan, admiring his features softened by slumber. He reached out with one hand, gently running his fingers through Logan's messy scruff and up to his hair, lightly rubbing his fingertips into his scalp.

Logan let out a small noise in his sleep, lips twitching into a slight smile. Wade didn't know if he was imagining things, but he swore he saw Logan lean up into his touch just a tiny bit. The mere idea of the gruff man enjoying his presence enough to lean into his touch, in his sleep, was enough to make Wade melt.

However, it didn’t melt him enough to hinder the energy he had—he hadn't had a night so amazing in a long, long time, and that was the best sleep he'd gotten in a hot minute. He felt great! There were so many things he could do—beat up some thugs, save a couple randoms, do general Deadpool things.

Alright, Wade decided. First task of the day: wake up the Wolverine.

The first tactic he tried was leaning forward, close enough that he could feel Logan's breath on his face. He leaned in and started littering little kisses all over his face, being slightly more aggressive than normal in an attempt to rouse the man.

Logan's face only scrunched up a bit in response, lips twitching into something that somehow managed to look like a frown of protest and a reluctant smile at the same time. In short, it was absolutely fucking adorable—however, Logan wasn't rousing. As much as Wade wanted to squeal at the expression on his face, it wasn't working, and he had to try something else.

Wade had to give his new idea some thought for a moment before he decided to try it.

"Logan," he called softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle shake. "Peanut. It's time to get up, we've got places to be, things to do, things to—"

"Mmmhh..."

Wade blinked, watching as Logan groaned and rolled over onto his back, lifting one arm to cover his eyes with his forearm.

"...It's too early... let me sleep..."

Ugh. Old man.

Wade gave a roll of his eyes, poking gently at Logan's chest.

"Come oooon. We've got stuff to do today, audiences to appease—(he gave a wink to the camera)—and I'm definitely not gonna do any of it without you," The merc argued, leaning to place another kiss to Logan's cheek, hoping to be so sweet that Logan gave in—but no, of course not. This is the Wolverine we're talking about.

Although the man let out a slight huff and his lips nearly twitched into a smile, he said nothing and instead let out an argumentative grumble.

Wade rolled his eyes and huffed. His sweetness wasn't working... what else could wake up a Wolverine...?

...

Lightbulb.

Stupid idea? Yeah. Was Wade doing it anyway? Hell yes.

His hand moved to place itself on Logan's chest, soothingly rubbing along his muscles, feeling them relax underneath his touches. He had to stop himself from squealing at the fact that he trusted him enough to do that and focus on the task at hand.

His hand wandered down to Logan's side, lightly and gently tracing up and down the bare skin. He went about halfway up his ribcage before he went down, stopping at his waist before turning around again. The touch was loving, but it had hidden motives behind it, which was quite clearly having an effect on his victim—er, lover.

Logan gave a couple twitches, the arm that was covering his face lowering to instead protect his side. His lips twitched into a smile, letting out a huff of protest through his nose.

"Wade... dohon't..." He warned, eyes still closed, too sleepy to do much else.

Wade only smiled, chuckling lightly. He shifted, holding Logan's side with one hand while he laid himself down on top of him, chest pressed to Logan's lower abdomen. Wade gently pressed his fingertips into the gruff man's lower ribs, causing him to flinch and let out another small noise of protest.

"C'mon, Wolvie, I just wanna loooove you," Wade cooed, crawling his fingers slowly and gently up Logan's ribs, digging lightly into the spaces in between them.

Logan squirmed around a little, too sleepy to hold back all his laughs like usual. He just let the giggles slip through, tilting his head back, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

"Heheheehee... noho, Wade, stahahop it... 's toohoo early..."

Wade responded with a soft gasp, smile ever-present as he lightly tickled at his ribs, moving to the middle ones now.

"Are you implying I can tickle you later? Gladly, my sugar baby darling! I would love to!"

Logan shook his head in response, giggling his head off and taking an uncoordinated swat at one of Wade's hands.

"Nohoo, thahat's not whahat I mehEANT! Eeehehee, nohohohooo, stahpit! Nahot there!"

Logan cut himself off with his own squeak as Wade's fingers crawled their way up to his upper ribs, digging his fingertips lightly into the bottom of his underarm area.

Wade only beamed affectionately at the laughing man beneath him, letting out a dreamy sigh at the big smile that split his usually tense face. The wrinkles that gathered at the corners of Logan's eyes were absolutely adorable, not to mention the way he wasn't even fighting. He knew Logan craved the gentle, loving touches too much to even consider fighting against them.

Wade couldn't believe Logan was so fucking perfect. From his adorable laughs, to his warm smiles, to the threats that he only made to try and keep up his tough guy demeanor, to the way he pretended as though he didn’t care about Wade but held him with such gentle hands, caressed his scars like they were the most precious things in the world...

Wade couldn't believe it. He was so stupidly amazing, it almost made him sick.

He was brought back to reality by Logan giving a loud snort, then realizing his fingertips had dug into his armpits a little harder than he'd been intending. Granted, he was capable of tickling Logan until tears streamed down his cheeks and he could barely breathe—but he didn't want that right now. Surprisingly. Wade just wanted Logan to relax a bit, let out the laughter he always tried so hard to hide.

"Aww, is that spot too tickly for you?" Wade cooed, leaning down to press a quick, playful peck to Logan's exposed throat.

He moved his hands down to Logan's lower sides, gently running his fingers along his upper abdomen, very gently digging into the flesh and vibrating his fingertips around.

Logan reacted with more giggling, shaking his head, lightly kicking out his foot to try and get rid of the energy in his body.

"Ahahahehehee... sss—seriously—ehehehe...! Stop ihihihit! I'm toohoo tired fohohor thihis shihihiiit..."

Wade tilted his head to the side, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, his smile widening across his face.

"No, thank you. I think I'll keep going, actually. Besides, I haven't gotten to eat up my fill of your yummy belly!"

Logan's head immediately shot up, the sleepiness instantly replaced by panic.

"No! Noho! Wade, I'm wahaharning you—don't you dahahare! I'll fuhucking behead you—!"

Logan cut himself off, bracing himself for the intense tickles that Wade usually unleashed upon him by nibbling at his stomach—but it didn't happen that way.

Wade leaned down and started peppering quick little kisses all over Logan's belly, which had grown a bit fuller now that he had moved in with Wade and started eating properly for the first time in years. Logan had complained, grumbling that he looked pudgy, but Wade thought it was the most endearing thing in the entire world and absolutely loved to show the other man how much he loved it—especially by doing this.

The tickly little kisses made Logan shake his head a bit and burst into an instant fit of strong giggles, a smile spreading across his face so wide that his sharp canine teeth stuck out. He didn’t fight it, though, not in the slightest. He just squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back into the pillow, laughing and giggling and letting it happen.

He still had to try a little bit, though. Just for appearance's sake and all that.

"Waaahahahade! I'll ffff—fuhuhuckin' stab yohoouuu! Stahahap it! Get off of mehehehee!"

"Stab me?!" Wade echoed, gasping theatrically with fake hurt.

"I thought you had gotten over that by the end of the movie! You're relapsing! I need to get that out of you..."

Wade drew in a breath and planted his lips right on Logan's navel, blowing a light and gentle raspberry there to really drive home his point.

Logan let out a squeal, much to his own dismay, kicking out his feet as wild laughter bubbled its way out of his chest, squirming around underneath the playful attack.

"Noooohohoho! No! Nohohot thahahaaat! Pfffwahahahade!"

Thankfully for Logan, his crazy boyfriend was feeling merciful, so he got to catch his breath when Wade lifted his head from his stomach.

The merc smiled as he watched the flushed man underneath him heave for air, his smile lines etched deeply into his face, eyes slowly opening to reveal sparkles of joy that Logan would never admit to feeling.

Wade shimmied his way up Logan's front so that he was just below his face, laying almost chest-to-chest. He planted an affectionate kiss on the tip of Logan's nose, beaming down at him as he composed himself.

"Feeling awake now?"

Logan only chuckled and shook his head fondly, letting out a long sigh and leaning his head back against the pillow.

"I guess so... still too early to get up, though. Jus' lemme lay here for a bit... my fuckin' bones hurt..."

Wade let out an amused huff of air through his nose, one hand coming up to run through Logan's facial hair absentmindedly.

"Sometimes I forget how damn ancient you are. Not that I'm complaining. I love dilfs."

Logan let out a snort, lifting his head a little to adjust the pillow underneath it so that he could lay back against it and still be able to see Wade.

"Ya sayin' you love me?"

"Yup. I'm confessing my love to you, right here and right now, angel baby. Don't leave me hanging!"

Logan let out a fond breath, leaning forward to press a brief kiss to Wade's lips, to which the latter smiled and leaned into it.

"...Yeah, yeah...

...I love ya too."

[lovemybluebully]

Masterlist

Thought maybe I oughta make one of these pinned posts so people can find my fics easier. 😁 They are all tickle fics btw so if you don't like that kind of thing then this is not the blog for you. lol They are of the SFW variety though.

Currently obsessed with Deadpool and Wolverine.

Just gonna list my new DP/W fics here below the cut and then put a link to the page with all my other fics. 😎

Listing newest fics at the top here.

The Therapy of Gravity (And Giggles) - IN PROGRESS FIC! PART TWO POSTED ON 6/20/25! Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Morning Kisses - Logan wakes up in a bad mood so Wade enacts a softer way to rouse him and in turn put a smile on his face. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Hits Different - Wade gets Logan to see what good touch is all about and Logan ends up showing Wade just how much he appreciates it. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Was That A Snort? - To get some payback Wade attacks Logan with tickles and is beyond amused by the sounds he manages to get out of him while the whole experience ends up putting Logan's head in a better place. 💗 Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Santa Always Comes Through - Logan's nightmares of his past are keeping him from getting any sleep, so Wade comes up with the perfect Christmas gift for him. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Feels Like Home - Logan has become downcast about the prospect of moving into a new apartment. Wade offers a foot massage to help him destress and.....You already know where this is going. 🤣 Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

All Hail Queen Bea! - After a comment from Logan induces some ticklish consequences, Wade finally gets the confirmation about his friend that he suspected all along. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Wakey Wakey - Wade gets Logan out of bed in the best way possible. 🤭 Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

It's For Science - Wade gets it into his head that maybe not all humans have the same number of rib bones. His logic being that since Logan has a shorter body then he may be an exception. Unfortunately for Logan this is far too ticklish of an experiment for him to bear. A small bit of ticklish!deadpool at the end too. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Over My Dead Body - Logan just wants to watch the game, but Wade can’t help but mess with him and discovers he’s ticklish in the process. Logan is pissed at first, but eventually comes to terms with the benefits and has a life altering epiphany. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

A Small Lapse of Judgement - Logan is adjusting to his new residence in Wade’s apartment. And that includes enduring his countless tickle attacks against him. But then Wolvie decides it’s time for a little payback. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

How To Pet a Wolverine - Wade makes an irresistible discovery about Logan during their brawl inside the van. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Here's the drawing I did of Wade tickling Logan. 🤭 I have other tickle art I've posted on here if you look hard enough. lol

And the other one I did here of Wade giving Logan ticklish raspberries to his tummy. Heheh, he likes it. 😊

And below is the link to the rest of my fics. All SFW. Mind you some of them are around 10 years old and may not be written that great so proceed at your own risk. lol I mainly wrote for the cartoon/comic versions of X-men (99% being Wolverine lol I love him 🥰), Venom, Punisher and The Wolf Among Us. Got one random Overwatch story in there too.

Tickle Fics Here! All fluffy, SFW stuff.

I have a Deviantart account as well but warning that there is some NSFW stuff I've posted on there over the years. I am an adult woman and do find tickling to be a kink in very specific situations. 90% I don't though, and I just enjoy tickling as a cute, fun, bonding activity between friends and lovers. I'm not gonna link my DA here. If you're interested, I'm sure you'll be able to find it.

[crnl-chicken-tots]

So about Deadpool and Wolverine, we know that Logan is ticklish because of the X-Men movie. So what do you think Logan would do if Wade tried to put that fact to the test, because I genuinely think I'd be entertaining to see. 💀

Thank you for the ask, this was a fun thought!!

Ticklish Logan has to be one of my FAVORITE headcanons for him, purely because of Wade. If Wade ever put two and two together that the gruff, grumpy, old man Wolverine was ticklish- it'd be nothing but hell for Logan and a blessing for Wade.

Because once Wade gets going, what's Logan gonna do? Wade will locate every single hot spot and use it against him any chance he can. In the middle of an arguement? Bam! Tased, on the ground. Minding his own business, perhaps doing something important? No on his watch. Wade bored out of his mind? You know where this is going.

Logan would absolutely hate it, except it's mainly due to Wade's poor choice to display it publically. No one likes being tickled, hell, Logan sure as hell doesn't, but behind closed doors where he's got a little more freedom and control to do whatever with Wade, he can tolerate it.

As far as what Logan does in response? Simply put, it involes a lot of stabbing.

[lovemybluebully]

Haha this is amazing! Not just the content, but your writing style is super flowy and easy to follow and of course filled with such a fun, action packed little scene. The descriptions helped it play out inside my head beautifully. 😁

I am just as shocked as Logan that there is actually a way to get Wade to STFU! 🤣 Poor guy is so ticklish that he couldn't even get one word in! Love how amused Logan was by the whole thing and how he teased him, but we all know Wade deserves every bit of it. lol We'll see if he learned his lesson and if he tones down on the yapping from now on, but my guess is going to be probably not. Which is good for us. 🤣

Thanks for sharing! LOVED it!!

Shut The Fuck Up

Deadpool & Wolverine

Word count: 1471

Notes: Hi, this is my first Marvel fic!!! I’ve been writing for a while now, but this is my first time writing for these characters! I’m super new 💚 One reblog = one forehead kiss from me to you. This is a tickle fic btw. So, ao3 tag Tooth-Rotting Fluff. And everyone thank @snugglyfluffle for being my beta, and check them out too. 💚

Warnings: Wolverine gets a little stabby here.

Logan let the door slam behind him and nodded slowly as his eyes followed Wade across the room. He was unphased by the noise, still consumed in his one-sided conversation.

“One day you’ll sell as many cars as me. I can give you some selling tips. And style tips.”, Wade kept on. Logan grimaced as he watched the man tear that ugly toupee off his head.

“I don’t need style tips.”, Logan sighed. “Wait, you only sold one car today.”.

“How many did you sell?”, Wade spun around to face him. Logan glared.

“None, but-“.

“Exactly!”, Wade plopped on the couch and laughed. Logan followed behind him, exasperated. Wade had gotten him a job at the same car dealership as him. “It’s because you’re so grumpy all the time.”. Wade smirked and poked at Logan’s side as he sat down next to him.

“Hey!”.

“You have to lighten up! Or at least pretend for the customers. They ask a few too many questions and you start growling.”.

“No I don’t!”, Logan snapped and shoved Wade away. His head was ringing from the endless energy radiating from the other man. “Seriously, do you ever shut the fuck up?”. But, Wade was more interested in Logan’s little reaction to the side poke.

“No…not really…”, he murmured, then poked him again. Logan jolted and shoved him harder.

“Fuck off!”, he yelled.

Wade smirked and shoved him back. Getting a reaction out of Logan was always really exciting…even though it was usually rage.

“Ticklish?”, he teased. The flash of anger in Logan’s eyes made him giggle with excitement. “Always so touchy.”, he leaned in and reached for his side again. In a flash, he was on his back on the couch staring up at an angry Wolverine.

“That’s enough.”, Logan growled. Wade fought with his hands trying to grab his own.

“See!! You growl!!”, he yelled and jerked his hands from side to side. “Your foreplay is kind of violent, but I’m into it for sure.”.

That seemed to push Logan over the edge.

With a surge of strength, Logan grabbed Wade’s wrists and pressed them to the couch above his head.

“Alright Peanut, what are we doing here?”, Wade laughed and pushed roughly against the hold. His wrists only lifted a few inches before being pinned back down. Literally. Wade cried out as Logan unsheathed his claws on one hand and stabbed them straight through both of Wade’s wrists and into the couch. “Hey!!!”, he yelled and slammed his head back into the couch. The pain flared for a few seconds before his body started to regenerate around the blades. It didn’t fade entirely, but he could breathe after a while. “Now there’s blood on the couch!!”.

“There was already blood on the couch!”.

“But, now there’s more! And it’s fresh! Blind Al is going to be mad and I’m going to tell her how you were being a little freak and wanted to pin me down for your weird-“.

“Shut up! Fuck! Wade! Shut! Up! Shut up! You never shut up!”, Logan yelled.

“Shut up?! You could have just gone to your room to be alone, but instead you pin me down on the couch and what? You want me to just be quiet so you can have your way with me? I’m obviously going to protest!”, Wade yelled as he squirmed around.

“You’re not protesting! You’re just fucking yapping!”.

Wade huffed and stared back up at Logan. He actually didn’t know why the other man had him pinned and was a little lost on how to get out without tearing his own hands off. He opened his mouth to threaten going that route. At the sight of his mouth opening, Logan growled. Suddenly, there was a hand grabbing at his side. Wade squealed against his will and jerked his body away from the touch.

“Don’t tickle me!”, he cried. He felt his cheeks warm at how pathetic his voice sounded right away. He absolutely could not stand being tickled and he was starting to feel very vulnerable. Logan smirked. That wasn’t good.

Wade burst into laughter the second Logan started to dig roughly into his ribcage. The touch was brutal; Logan uncaring if he hurt the other. But, it didn’t hurt. Wade wished it hurt. He threw his head back and shrieked with laughter. He kicked at the couch and bucked his hips, but Logan wouldn’t budge.

“God, you’re ticklish.”, he muttered in amusement. Wade’s laughter was at a ridiculous level right away.

He wanted to scream for Logan to stop, please stop…but he couldn’t catch enough air. His lungs constricted as he laughed against his will.

“Are you serious?”, Logan laughed and tilted his head like a puppy. Wade could only let out a desperate little cry of ticklish anguish.

The evil hand playing with his ribs got more adventurous, dancing across his body. It pinched at his sides and crawled across his stomach, making him squeal like a girl. Logan’s incredulous face made it so much worse. He shook his head, but he could only laugh. Wade screeched when Logan found his hipbone and tweaked it.

“Jeez, Bub. You’re fucking loud, but I’ve never seen you this quiet. Do you want me to stop? Huh?”, Logan teased. Wade couldn’t remember ever seeing such a playful side of his friend and he cursed the universe for letting tickling be the thing to inspire it. His hips jerked and bucked desperately at the ticklish touch, but all he could do was wail with laughter. How humiliating. He gasped for air to try to tell Logan how much he hated him and to fucking stop, but he couldn’t get a word out. His begging was garbled by uncontrollable laughter. God, his hips were fucking bad. His entire body buzzed with the ticklish electricity and he could only smack his head back against the couch again and again. “You love this, huh? Is that why you aren’t telling me to stop?”. Oh, he could kill him.

Wade wheezed and twisted against the couch, tearing his skin a little where the claws held him in place. Logan’s hand jumped up and dug into his armpit. They were so open and vulnerable, making Wade feel crazy as he slammed back onto his back and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Oh, bad spot?”, Logan coo’ed. It wasn’t worse than the other spots Logan was attacking him, but Wade swore he was getting more and more ticklish as he went on. His skin was tingling and his nerves were raw. He felt so helpless. The older man teased carefully at the most sensitive muscle in his underarm and Wade swore he ripped a vocal cord with how hard he screamed. “Man, you really can’t take this at all,”, Logan laughed.

The devious hand danced down his chest and darted around his ticklish body. Wade could only squirm and laugh as Logan played him like a toy. He squealed and laughed and shook his head desperately, but he was so beyond gone.

“The next time you won’t shut up, I’m going to tickle you. You hear me Wade? Next time you’re running your mouth and pissing me off I need you to think about this…”, he pressed all five of his fingers into his ribcage and shook them roughly, sending Wade into chaotic choppy laughter. “You got that? I’m going to tickle the fuck out of you.”. Wade was embarrassed, but he nodded in agreement through his squeaky laughter. He knew he couldn’t die, but he felt close. “If this is what I need to do to get some reprieve from your yapping, I won't hesitate.”.

And finally, the nightmare ended. Logan yanked his claws out of Wade’s wrists and got off the couch. Wade curled up on his side, giggling uncontrollably. Logan’s touch had been so startling and rough. His muscles felt like they were vibrating still from the force.

“I hate you…”, he finally managed out between his giggles. Logan laughed loudly.

“Yeah yeah.”, and waved him off. Wade was left there on the couch gasping through his giggles. His wrists had already healed, but he wondered if his regenerative powers would hurry up and heal his ego soon.

It had been about a month since Logan had moved in with him and Blind Al. Since that first day, they had spent every single one together. Wade got to see more of the Wolverine’s hard exterior melt away as each one passed. Fleeting smiles and shared jokes. Teasing that ramped up as they learned how to get under each other’s skin more. Wade’s head spun a little as he thought about their friendship, still buzzing with ticklish energy.

Suddenly, Logan’s wheezing laugh boomed out from across the apartment.

“Wow, he finally shut the fuck up!!”.

[potatohater]

Logan barely laughs but Wade loves when he does so when he found out wolvie was ticklish it’s like he’s duty to make him giggle

;

but nothing compares at him making jokes and finally getting Logan to crack; like I can just imagine then in a bar and Wade is— well Wade, making sexual jokes and bad puns but bc Logan is drunk he’s laughing like a child at the most flat jokes ever and Wilson is looking at him like “🤩🥹” bc no way he actually made the stoic wolverine laugh

[lovemybluebully]

Oh shit, I'm an idiot. I didn't realize this was you and that you'd posted this here. lol

You guys in need of some ticklish!deadpool stuff should definitely go give this one a look. Ticklish thighs Wade. 😆

Just have a tiny bit more to write on my own fic so hopefully that last little piece will come to me soon.

The Merc's Instant Death By Gang Tickling

Shared this on Deviantart the other day. I don't usually write other people's characters like this, but seeing as the community is here, why not? Originally a gift for @lovemybluebully

Contains MMMM/M tickle torture (and swearing).

Note: Some SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home & Deadpool and Wolverine. This is your official warning.

“Logan? Al? Anyone home?” Deadpool called out in greeting as he let himself into the apartment, still dressed in full costume. “Ugh! What a day. First, I had to try three different stores before someone had the kibble Dogpool likes-”

“We’ve got company.” Logan interrupted from where he leaned casually against a desk.

Deadpool paused in the doorway and looked up to see three figures watching him expectantly from the den of their small apartment. The place felt cramped on a good day, but with three Spider-mans and a Logan all collectively waiting for him, the place felt downright claustrophobic. Deadpool hesitated there on the threshold, before entering and shutting the door behind him.

“Webhead…s!” He called cheerily, putting on his best casual voice. “It’s so cool to finally meet you, mask-to-mask. Actually, I’ve been looking for-”

“We know.” One of the Spider-mans said bluntly. Deadpool couldn’t tell them apart. They were all in full costume like him.

“Right! Yeah!”

“When word gets around that a deadly mercenary is after one of us, we notice.” Another Spidey spoke up.

“What? No, no! It’s not like that!” Deadpool protested. It was then that he happened to look up and froze. He was grateful the mask kept everyone from seeing the way he turned deathly pale. Even so, Logan seemed to notice the change in him and straightened so they were standing next to each other.

Deadpool whirled, throwing open the door, “I just remembered I have a fight scheduled with that new Iron-Doom-guy! You know how it is with the MCU. Wouldn’t want me to let everyone down, would you? Duty calls!”

He was just through the doorway when Logan caught him by the arm. “Wade, these guys have been waiting for you for ages. Where’re you going?”

Deadpool was already reaching for his trusty Baby Knife with his free hand. He didn’t need that other arm, anymore. It was a stupid arm. He’d grow back a better one.

“What about your rule about not bleeding in the apartment?” Logan tried again.

“I’m not the one in the apartment, Peanut. You are!”

“What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I saw the title of this thing!” Deadpool groaned. His whole arm? It was such a waste!

Logan reached out to stop him from using Baby Knife. “You’re ridiculous!”

“What are your intentions with Peter 3?” One of the Spider-mans interrupted behind them.

Deadpool paused, “You mean-he’s here?” Stupid. Of course he was! All three of the MCU Spider-mans were watching him from the den. His gaze drifted between the three of them, trying to pick out which was which. Couldn’t they wear numbers or something?

He craned his head to get another look at the title, but it hadn’t changed. With a weary groan, he sheathed Baby Knife and didn’t fight it when Logan pulled him back inside and shut the door.

All he needed to do was make sure the situation didn’t escalate to where the title happened. He could do this. Deadpool was great at de-escalation.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…

He swallowed, trying not to let on how flustered he was. “Intentions? No intentions! Pinky-swear!” His boots didn’t let on that he was crossing his toes. “It’s just- I- The costume!” He settled on. “It’s just such an iconic shade of red, you know? Like mine? I-I wanted to know how he made it look so vivid! Maybe give me some pointers. No offense, but it’s the best of the Spidey suits.”

For a moment, no one answered him. Logan was staring at him with the bewildered and stupefied expression he wore sometimes when Wade accidentally got a special guest star killed.

Then one of the Spideys leaned forward, “And which suit is that?”

Deadpool stared hard at one Spider-man. Then the next. Then the next. Then he returned to the first one again-

“Told ya he’d never give you a straight answer.” Logan grunted, shaking his head.

Another Spidey sighed and aimed his wrists, “Right. Plan B.”

“WHOA! HOLD ON! H-HOLD ON!” Deadpool cried, his hands up in surrender. But it was too late. Webbing shot across the room and wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms at his sides. He staggered before toppling awkwardly to the floor, landing on his back. He struggled to get back on his feet as they surrounded him.

Logan reached him first, straddling him with a smirk. Deadpool wasn’t surprised. Plan B was probably his idea – payback for all the times Wade snuck up and got him.

He thrashed against the webs, struggling desperately, but his arms wouldn’t budge. A moment later, he felt one of the Spider-mans land on his calves while the other two gathered on either side of his legs.

“I told them ‘bout the rule ya got about blood in the house,” Logan assured Deadpool as he started jabbing his fingers up and down his torso, earning a series of snickers from Wade as he strained to draw his arms in and protect himself. The webbing refused to let him budge an inch.

“They said it wasn’t their style anyway,” Logan went on. “Besides, this seems to work better on ya.”

“L-hogan! Guys! Waih-ACK!” Deadpool jumped as the Spidey sitting on his legs gave the spot just above his knees an experimental squeeze. “Yadhohohon’t hahahaveta dohoho thihihis! Ihihit’s j-jhust a missuhnderstEEEHEEHEEHEE!” His protests were swallowed by a wild shriek as the two remaining Spideys attacked his poor thighs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUH-HA-WAIH! DOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-FUHAHAHACK!”

“You weren’t kidding about his legs.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAOSTAHAHA! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands trapped at his sides strained to grasp at something – anything that would free his already-overwhelmed nerves from the insanity. But there was only the cheap carpet for him to claw helplessly at.

The two on his thighs were ruthless. Two sets of hands digging into his poor trembling legs, sending shockwaves of tickles all along his nervous system up to his brain. Already it was too much. He had no control over how his legs thrashed desperately to escape the overload. Logan was forced to concentrate his efforts on keeping him still, careful not to put too much weight against his lungs as wild, frantic laughter poured out of him.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He kicked, violent and sudden enough that it actually dislodged the terrible hands tickling him to pieces for a blissful moment. Deadpool was just able to inhale a long, wheezing breath, before they were upon him again.

“NEEHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!” He shrieked, “MEEEHEEHEE! M-MEHRCEY-MERCY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The hands that had been torturing his knees started in on his thighs too, because it didn’t tickle enough yet.

“NUH-HOHA! PLEAHEEHEE!” He protested dizzily. The sounds tearing out of him now were a mixture of screeching laughter and wheezing gasps for air. He’d been fighting like the Hulk to break free, but his muscles were too overwhelmed with his shaking laughter to resist much longer.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, guys. Let him breathe.” Logan snickered. Wade wanted to slug him for finding his murder funny, but he was too grateful for the break to call him out.

For a blissful moment, the only sound was his lungs’ eagerly gulping the air. He shuddered.

“Sss...ssheriously…” Deadpool finally managed, “…oh, shit…heh-hey…Logan…”

“Yeah, Bub?”

“…ihi…ihihif…” Deadpool swallowed, “…if y-you hehelp…mehe inst-ehead…I prahmise I’ll…fohorgive you…for thihis.”

“Is that so?” Deadpool yelped as Logan suddenly dug into his hips.

“YEHES! B-buhut thahat meheeheeans nuho tihihicklihing!-GAH! Quihihihit ihihihihit!” He pleaded, twisting and writhing against the webbing as Logan let him have it. “NUHOHO! AHA-Shit! STAHAHAHAHAP! Leh-HEMEGOHOHO! LOHOHOGAHAN!”

But his roommate did neither of those things.

“Ehahahahahahahahahaha! ST-HAPTIHICKLING! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! N-AHAHASHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

It was only when Wade squealed that Logan let him breathe again.

“Are you ready to tell us why you’re after Peter 3, yet?” One of the Spideys prompted.

“Ihihif I’d knohohown youhou all whanted me thihis muhuch-” He was cut off by his own scream for mercy as the hands returned to furiously digging and massaging into his poor thighs. Logan helpfully clawed against his hips, and Wade lost the chance to reason with his tormentors.

His screaming laughter returned with a vengeance. Too exhausted for struggling, his muscles resigned themselves to shaking from their effort to take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCKIHINGSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It felt like an eternity before they let up enough that he could catch his breath.

“Ohokayhey!” Deadpool gasped when he could finally speak, “…thahas ehenough!...I-I cahan’t hahahandleit!...Nho mohohore!” He’d go insane if they did that again. Well, more insane.

“So tell us why you’re after one of us. The truth this time.” One of the Spideys drew a teasing hand along the inside of his thigh. Deadpool snorted a laugh and squirmed. The way he’d said it had rendered him flustered all over again.

“I wihill! I swear! Just…maybe if you let me up first…and take your masks off s-so I can tehell you apart?”

“Not likely,” another Spider-man answered stonily.

“Fine.” He turned his head so at least it didn’t feel like he was confessing to Logan. “I…okay, look. Now that big yellow and I are officially in the MCU like you guys, there’s been a lot of people online talking about us, like…you know, in the comics…people are pretty stoked about the possibility, and there was that time Ryan and Andrew kissed at the Golden Globes…so sue me, okay? I was thinking about it.”

They were all watching him again.

“I don’t know what half of that means,” one of the Spideys said after a moment.

“Yeah, ya get used to it.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Who are Ryan and Andrew? What’s an MCU?”

“Who’s Iron Doom?”

“You’ll find that last one out soon enough,” Deadpool insisted. “Can I get up now?”

“So for those of us not in your weird fantasyland…” Logan mused, “…let me see if I’m understanding this…you were looking for Peter…3…because you wanted…a date.”

“Sure. Yes. That.” Deadpool couldn’t tell if it was better or worse that he still didn’t know which Spidey was Peter 3. He focused on glowering at Logan instead. “That works. What can I say? I’m a romantic. Besides, the fans are already rooting for us…” He breathed a sigh of relief as they finally got off of him so he could stand. Unfortunately, he was still to exhausted for any impressive flips while his arms were trapped at his sides.

One of the Spider-mans noticed. In a move that made Deadpool immediately freeze, he leaned over and withdrew Baby Knife, cutting him free of the accursed webs. He offered Deadpool his free hand, and hauled him effortlessly to his feet. Wade staggered, but managed to remain standing, watching in bewilderment as the Spider-man unmasked.

Whatever dumb comment Deadpool had been about to make died in his throat as Peter 3 passed Baby Knife back to him.

Peter 3 watched as Wade removed his own mask before turning to Logan and the remaining Spider-mans and said, “Would you guys give us a moment?”

***

“All that for a fucking date,” Logan was still shaking his head about it long after the three Peters had left.

Wade glanced at him. They were sitting on the couch watching TV, but honestly, Wade was having trouble concentrating on it. He was well aware that he’d spent the entire evening with a stupid grin on his face.

“Totally worth it.”

Logan laughed, “Ya haven’t even gone on the date yet. Do you know how lucky you are that I was able to translate your gibberish before they wrecked you again?”

Wade narrowed his eyes. “Ah yes, that reminds me…”

Logan yelped as Wade pounced on him, attacking his sides.

“Heh-HEYHE! NOHO!” The Wolverine promptly crumpled into a squirming mess.

“…I seem to recall offering you forgiveness, but instead you helped them tickle me to death!”

“Ihihi HEHEHELPED YOUHOU TOOHOO!”

“And for that I will show you mercy…eventually.”

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The Merc's Instant Death By Gang Tickling

Shared this on Deviantart the other day. I don't usually write other people's characters like this, but seeing as the community is here, why not? Originally a gift for @lovemybluebully

Contains MMMM/M tickle torture (and swearing).

Note: Some SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home & Deadpool and Wolverine. This is your official warning.

“Logan? Al? Anyone home?” Deadpool called out in greeting as he let himself into the apartment, still dressed in full costume. “Ugh! What a day. First, I had to try three different stores before someone had the kibble Dogpool likes-”

“We’ve got company.” Logan interrupted from where he leaned casually against a desk.

Deadpool paused in the doorway and looked up to see three figures watching him expectantly from the den of their small apartment. The place felt cramped on a good day, but with three Spider-mans and a Logan all collectively waiting for him, the place felt downright claustrophobic. Deadpool hesitated there on the threshold, before entering and shutting the door behind him.

“Webhead…s!” He called cheerily, putting on his best casual voice. “It’s so cool to finally meet you, mask-to-mask. Actually, I’ve been looking for-”

“We know.” One of the Spider-mans said bluntly. Deadpool couldn’t tell them apart. They were all in full costume like him.

“Right! Yeah!”

“When word gets around that a deadly mercenary is after one of us, we notice.” Another Spidey spoke up.

“What? No, no! It’s not like that!” Deadpool protested. It was then that he happened to look up and froze. He was grateful the mask kept everyone from seeing the way he turned deathly pale. Even so, Logan seemed to notice the change in him and straightened so they were standing next to each other.

Deadpool whirled, throwing open the door, “I just remembered I have a fight scheduled with that new Iron-Doom-guy! You know how it is with the MCU. Wouldn’t want me to let everyone down, would you? Duty calls!”

He was just through the doorway when Logan caught him by the arm. “Wade, these guys have been waiting for you for ages. Where’re you going?”

Deadpool was already reaching for his trusty Baby Knife with his free hand. He didn’t need that other arm, anymore. It was a stupid arm. He’d grow back a better one.

“What about your rule about not bleeding in the apartment?” Logan tried again.

“I’m not the one in the apartment, Peanut. You are!”

“What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I saw the title of this thing!” Deadpool groaned. His whole arm? It was such a waste!

Logan reached out to stop him from using Baby Knife. “You’re ridiculous!”

“What are your intentions with Peter 3?” One of the Spider-mans interrupted behind them.

Deadpool paused, “You mean-he’s here?” Stupid. Of course he was! All three of the MCU Spider-mans were watching him from the den. His gaze drifted between the three of them, trying to pick out which was which. Couldn’t they wear numbers or something?

He craned his head to get another look at the title, but it hadn’t changed. With a weary groan, he sheathed Baby Knife and didn’t fight it when Logan pulled him back inside and shut the door.

All he needed to do was make sure the situation didn’t escalate to where the title happened. He could do this. Deadpool was great at de-escalation.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…

He swallowed, trying not to let on how flustered he was. “Intentions? No intentions! Pinky-swear!” His boots didn’t let on that he was crossing his toes. “It’s just- I- The costume!” He settled on. “It’s just such an iconic shade of red, you know? Like mine? I-I wanted to know how he made it look so vivid! Maybe give me some pointers. No offense, but it’s the best of the Spidey suits.”

For a moment, no one answered him. Logan was staring at him with the bewildered and stupefied expression he wore sometimes when Wade accidentally got a special guest star killed.

Then one of the Spideys leaned forward, “And which suit is that?”

Deadpool stared hard at one Spider-man. Then the next. Then the next. Then he returned to the first one again-

“Told ya he’d never give you a straight answer.” Logan grunted, shaking his head.

Another Spidey sighed and aimed his wrists, “Right. Plan B.”

“WHOA! HOLD ON! H-HOLD ON!” Deadpool cried, his hands up in surrender. But it was too late. Webbing shot across the room and wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms at his sides. He staggered before toppling awkwardly to the floor, landing on his back. He struggled to get back on his feet as they surrounded him.

Logan reached him first, straddling him with a smirk. Deadpool wasn’t surprised. Plan B was probably his idea – payback for all the times Wade snuck up and got him.

He thrashed against the webs, struggling desperately, but his arms wouldn’t budge. A moment later, he felt one of the Spider-mans land on his calves while the other two gathered on either side of his legs.

“I told them ‘bout the rule ya got about blood in the house,” Logan assured Deadpool as he started jabbing his fingers up and down his torso, earning a series of snickers from Wade as he strained to draw his arms in and protect himself. The webbing refused to let him budge an inch.

“They said it wasn’t their style anyway,” Logan went on. “Besides, this seems to work better on ya.”

“L-hogan! Guys! Waih-ACK!” Deadpool jumped as the Spidey sitting on his legs gave the spot just above his knees an experimental squeeze. “Yadhohohon’t hahahaveta dohoho thihihis! Ihihit’s j-jhust a missuhnderstEEEHEEHEEHEE!” His protests were swallowed by a wild shriek as the two remaining Spideys attacked his poor thighs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUH-HA-WAIH! DOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-FUHAHAHACK!”

“You weren’t kidding about his legs.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAOSTAHAHA! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands trapped at his sides strained to grasp at something – anything that would free his already-overwhelmed nerves from the insanity. But there was only the cheap carpet for him to claw helplessly at.

The two on his thighs were ruthless. Two sets of hands digging into his poor trembling legs, sending shockwaves of tickles all along his nervous system up to his brain. Already it was too much. He had no control over how his legs thrashed desperately to escape the overload. Logan was forced to concentrate his efforts on keeping him still, careful not to put too much weight against his lungs as wild, frantic laughter poured out of him.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He kicked, violent and sudden enough that it actually dislodged the terrible hands tickling him to pieces for a blissful moment. Deadpool was just able to inhale a long, wheezing breath, before they were upon him again.

“NEEHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!” He shrieked, “MEEEHEEHEE! M-MEHRCEY-MERCY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The hands that had been torturing his knees started in on his thighs too, because it didn’t tickle enough yet.

“NUH-HOHA! PLEAHEEHEE!” He protested dizzily. The sounds tearing out of him now were a mixture of screeching laughter and wheezing gasps for air. He’d been fighting like the Hulk to break free, but his muscles were too overwhelmed with his shaking laughter to resist much longer.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, guys. Let him breathe.” Logan snickered. Wade wanted to slug him for finding his murder funny, but he was too grateful for the break to call him out.

For a blissful moment, the only sound was his lungs’ eagerly gulping the air. He shuddered.

“Sss...ssheriously…” Deadpool finally managed, “…oh, shit…heh-hey…Logan…”

“Yeah, Bub?”

“…ihi…ihihif…” Deadpool swallowed, “…if y-you hehelp…mehe inst-ehead…I prahmise I’ll…fohorgive you…for thihis.”

“Is that so?” Deadpool yelped as Logan suddenly dug into his hips.

“YEHES! B-buhut thahat meheeheeans nuho tihihicklihing!-GAH! Quihihihit ihihihihit!” He pleaded, twisting and writhing against the webbing as Logan let him have it. “NUHOHO! AHA-Shit! STAHAHAHAHAP! Leh-HEMEGOHOHO! LOHOHOGAHAN!”

But his roommate did neither of those things.

“Ehahahahahahahahahaha! ST-HAPTIHICKLING! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! N-AHAHASHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

It was only when Wade squealed that Logan let him breathe again.

“Are you ready to tell us why you’re after Peter 3, yet?” One of the Spideys prompted.

“Ihihif I’d knohohown youhou all whanted me thihis muhuch-” He was cut off by his own scream for mercy as the hands returned to furiously digging and massaging into his poor thighs. Logan helpfully clawed against his hips, and Wade lost the chance to reason with his tormentors.

His screaming laughter returned with a vengeance. Too exhausted for struggling, his muscles resigned themselves to shaking from their effort to take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCKIHINGSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It felt like an eternity before they let up enough that he could catch his breath.

“Ohokayhey!” Deadpool gasped when he could finally speak, “…thahas ehenough!...I-I cahan’t hahahandleit!...Nho mohohore!” He’d go insane if they did that again. Well, more insane.

“So tell us why you’re after one of us. The truth this time.” One of the Spideys drew a teasing hand along the inside of his thigh. Deadpool snorted a laugh and squirmed. The way he’d said it had rendered him flustered all over again.

“I wihill! I swear! Just…maybe if you let me up first…and take your masks off s-so I can tehell you apart?”

“Not likely,” another Spider-man answered stonily.

“Fine.” He turned his head so at least it didn’t feel like he was confessing to Logan. “I…okay, look. Now that big yellow and I are officially in the MCU like you guys, there’s been a lot of people online talking about us, like…you know, in the comics…people are pretty stoked about the possibility, and there was that time Ryan and Andrew kissed at the Golden Globes…so sue me, okay? I was thinking about it.”

They were all watching him again.

“I don’t know what half of that means,” one of the Spideys said after a moment.

“Yeah, ya get used to it.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Who are Ryan and Andrew? What’s an MCU?”

“Who’s Iron Doom?”

“You’ll find that last one out soon enough,” Deadpool insisted. “Can I get up now?”

“So for those of us not in your weird fantasyland…” Logan mused, “…let me see if I’m understanding this…you were looking for Peter…3…because you wanted…a date.”

“Sure. Yes. That.” Deadpool couldn’t tell if it was better or worse that he still didn’t know which Spidey was Peter 3. He focused on glowering at Logan instead. “That works. What can I say? I’m a romantic. Besides, the fans are already rooting for us…” He breathed a sigh of relief as they finally got off of him so he could stand. Unfortunately, he was still to exhausted for any impressive flips while his arms were trapped at his sides.

One of the Spider-mans noticed. In a move that made Deadpool immediately freeze, he leaned over and withdrew Baby Knife, cutting him free of the accursed webs. He offered Deadpool his free hand, and hauled him effortlessly to his feet. Wade staggered, but managed to remain standing, watching in bewilderment as the Spider-man unmasked.

Whatever dumb comment Deadpool had been about to make died in his throat as Peter 3 passed Baby Knife back to him.

Peter 3 watched as Wade removed his own mask before turning to Logan and the remaining Spider-mans and said, “Would you guys give us a moment?”

***

“All that for a fucking date,” Logan was still shaking his head about it long after the three Peters had left.

Wade glanced at him. They were sitting on the couch watching TV, but honestly, Wade was having trouble concentrating on it. He was well aware that he’d spent the entire evening with a stupid grin on his face.

“Totally worth it.”

Logan laughed, “Ya haven’t even gone on the date yet. Do you know how lucky you are that I was able to translate your gibberish before they wrecked you again?”

Wade narrowed his eyes. “Ah yes, that reminds me…”

Logan yelped as Wade pounced on him, attacking his sides.

“Heh-HEYHE! NOHO!” The Wolverine promptly crumpled into a squirming mess.

“…I seem to recall offering you forgiveness, but instead you helped them tickle me to death!”

“Ihihi HEHEHELPED YOUHOU TOOHOO!”

“And for that I will show you mercy…eventually.”

[lovemybluebully]

I feel like both Wade and Logan both have a respective favorite technique to use on the other that they simply cannot stand themselves. Wether it's them accidentally telling on themselves or genuinely not knowing how bad it was, the idea has so much potential.

Wade loves peppering kisses all over Logans stomach. Its a way to give him a break without really stopping, and he needs to let his honey badger know how precious he's being! It doesn't tickle too intensely but being treated so softly is just so flustering to Logan that it still makes him whine through his giggles and try to kick Wade from where he's been pinned. But Wade? He is begging, pleading to just go back to the raspberries the second Logan tries the same thing. Arches up like he's being exorcised and squeals so high Mary Puppins starts howling along with him. It's rare for him to feel well and truly flustered by something but holy fuck this is killing him.

Logan, once he starts being playful, would be a big fan of the whole growling and pretending to eat you thing. Wade thinks it's hilarious and as flustering as it is the joke potential is enough to make it well worth the torment. But when Wade decides to give it a go it's over. Wade growls and his teeth just barely graze his skin, and Logan is already bucking hard enough to send them both to the floor. Logan goes nuts whenever wades face is anywhere near his stomach, but holy shit he is screaming so loud he can't even hear Wade over his own laughter.

Who did this? 😳😳😳 This is so cute and flustering that I'm the one blushing here. lol I don't even have anything to add onto this, it's just written so perfectly.

Whoever you are, you should definitely write a fic if you haven't already because this is an amazingly well-set scene here that I could picture entirely in my head. I've read it like ten times, and it still brings up butterflies in my stomach. lol

Oh, how I love these two ridiculously ticklish dorks. 😆

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06. party

Well. We all know where this one comes from. I had way too much fun drawing this 😂

[deadpool-wade-wilson]

im gonna tickle u rn trust

Don’t actually tickle me you’ll set off venompool—

[lovemybluebully]

we need more lee wade !!!!! i loveeee your fics sm <3 ❤️💛

Yes, you're absolutely right. I in fact do have a lee!Wade fic that I teased months ago, but I had lost significant traction on it, and it's just been sitting ever since. 😬 I must make an effort to get back to it soon. I can't make any promises for when though. 😅

I can show you a small section of it just so you know I ain't bullshitting. 🤣

"Tell ya what, fuckhead, to make this more interesting I'll let ya have a head start." 

"A head start?! Wha-What do you meheeheean?! A head start for what?!" Wade was giggling with nervous anticipation, knowing exactly the world of trouble he was in for.

"Well Wade, this is what's gonna happen," Logan smirked while he lifted each leg to remove his socks, leaving him barefoot for better traction on the slick flooring as he tested the grip with his toes, "I'm gonna chase your ass down and when I catch ya, you're gonna be sorry."

"Cahahan't we tahalk about this?! You wouldn't hehehee-stoop to such childish behavior, would you?"

"For you, I'll make an exception. Ohhh this is gonna be good. Been a long time since I've gotten to hunt like this," he cracked his neck with his sharp canines poking out of his mouth as his grin grew wider.

"You want to hunt?! I'll take you hunting! What would appease you?! Perhaps a school filled with small, defenseless children?!?!?!"