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eee thank you for the reblog !!! smile for me is one of my fav fics that I've written to date :)))

omg of course!! i really wanted to draw some attention to it because ughhh there isn't enough of cherik out there in this community... i'm obviously normally a poolverine guy but cherik is slowly stealing my heart too. thank you for writing that adorable piece of art!! it was such a joy to read!!

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okay so recently i watched a bunch of the x-men movies that i haven't seen yet, one of them being first class. i then proceeded to fall in love with charles and erik as a couple—i could talk about the complexity of their relationship for hours, but right now i just wanna gush about this fic because OH MY GOD. i NEED more tickle content with these two because they're so adorable i can't handle it ❤️ please go read, this is absolutely wonderful!!

Smile For Me

first tickle fic on the new blog and it's a goddamn First Class domestic fluff piece that is completely self-indulgent

tags: @dannystheone

fandom: x-men (foxverse)

characters: lee!charles, ler!erik (first class era)

a/n: call your dentist, because this fic is gonna make your teeth rot

"Charles, won't you take a break? You've been at this for hours," Erik said, watching his boyfriend scribble away in the hefty notebook that was cradled in his arm. He stood by the wardrobe, pulling a plain, navy t-shirt over his head that hung somewhat loosely from his broad shoulders.

It was late in the night; roughly half-past ten and after a long day spent training, Charles and Erik had retired to the formers bedroom. The curtains were shut and all that lit the room were the small yet elegant lamps on either side of the king-size bed. Charles' shirt and pants had been tossed over an armchair in the corner, leaving him in a white tee that wasn't quite his size and flannel pants that Erik were sure belonged to him.

Charles turned to the next page, not tearing his eyes away from the paper. "Just a couple more minutes, darling." The words left his mouth without him even thinking about it. He continued writing, forehead crinkling as he knit his eyebrows together.

Erik faltered and his heart suddenly fluttered in his chest. He ignored the slight warmth that spread across his face. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside Charles. "You'll work yourself to the bone at this rate," Erik said. leaning over his boyfriends legs, hands on either side of his body, causing the mattress to dip slightly.

"I'm planning to open a school, Erik." Charles turned the page, scribbling something down in the already bursting margins. "That takes work, and planning."

"Well, I think you've done more than enough planning for today," Erik said. He reached out, gently pulling the large notebook from his boyfriends hands.

There was little resistance.

"What do you suggest I do instead, then?" Charles asked. He did nothing to stop Erik, just folded his arms over his chest and watched.

Erik pursed his lips together and kissed his teeth, then shrugged.

"Relax, maybe smile a little."

Charles raised his eyebrow, scoffing quietly. "Smile?" he echoed, narrowing his eyes slightly. The corners of his lips curled up as he watched Erik put his notebook on the bedside table, and then lean back over him. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

Erik moved in, closer, so their faces were only inches apart. His hands started to slide up Charles' thighs, and they didn't stop until they found his sides. "I can think of something.." His eyes took their time finding his boyfriends face.

Charles felt his heart skip a beat and he swallowed silently, trying to pretend like his face wasn't turning bright red. The way Erik's voice dropped so low sent shivers up his spine that he wouldn't mind feeling again.

But then, he felt the subtle, all too familiar twitch of ten fingers against his sides and reality came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.

Erik noticed this, of course. The gradual widening of his boyfriends eyes gave everything away. He chuckled softly, leaning over Charles outstretched legs and putting his weight on them. "You figured me out then, did you?"

Charles looked warily at his boyfriend, lips twitching as he tried to fight off the nervous smile already trying to plaster itself onto his face. His hands came down, fingers wrapping gently around Erik's wrists.

"Erik, don't-"

"Give me one good reason~" Erik whispered, smiling to himself as he watched that nervous, wobbly smile finally force its way onto Charles face.

And just when it felt like he couldn't get any more bloody handsome.

"I- behecause it's completely childish." Charles regretted those words the minute they left his mouth, but he couldn't take them back, and he was forced to watch in real time as that loving gaze on Erik's face turned into pure mischief.

"Childish?" Now it was Erik's turn to be the parrot. He curled his fingers into Charles' sides, giving them a quick squeeze and absolutely relishing in the way his body jolted.

"N-Now, Erik, hah-HANG on!" Charles gasped, fingers tightening their grip. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face now even if he tried.

Erik chuckled softly, fingers uncurling as he rested his hands on Charles' waist. "Why should I?" he asked, looking into the blue eyes that had captivated him since they first met.

Charles floundered. He was trying to think of a way to convince his boyfriend not to completely ruin him, but he came up empty. His eyes flicked down to Erik's lips.

..That could work.

"Because then I can't do this," he whispered, then leaned in and pressed their lips together.

Erik was caught off guard--but quick to melt into the kiss. He closed his eyes and relaxed his hands. One of them slowly moved behind Charles and came to rest on his lower back.

Meanwhile, Charles found himself loosening his grip on Erik's wrists. One of his hands slid up the mans arm until it found his bicep. Another smile tugged at Charles' lips--though it wasn't remotely as innocent as before.

They stayed like that for more than a few seconds, until Erik eventually broke away to take a breath. He pressed their foreheads together, letting his hand slide back to its original position.

Charles breathed a loving sigh. His arms were covered in goosebumps of the best kind. He felt Erik's hand move back to his waist, but thought nothing of it. Surely, he was in the clear.

For a moment, there was silence, and then..

"Did you really think that would save you?"

Fuck.

Charles' eyes widened again, but before he could do anything, he felt fingers curling into his sides, kneading and squeezing the flesh. He pulled away from his boyfriend with a squawk, and failed to stop the flurry of boyish giggles that burst out of him. "Erihik! Yohou bahastahard!"

Erik just smirked, pinching his fingers indiscriminately up and down Charles' sides. "Honestly, Charles you should've seen that coming. You're a bloody mind-reader."

"You knohow I dohohon't use ihit unlehess I hahAHAVE tohoho!"

"One of the more irritating things I love about you," Erik sighed, shaking his head from side to side. He couldn't put into words how gorgeous Charles looked at that moment—with his scrunched up nose, face more red than the finest of roses and a smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle.

Charles made countless, useless attempts to grab Erik's hands and pry his fingers away. He even made a desperate swipe at Erik's torso in hopes of somehow turning the tables.

He was unsuccessful, clearly.

"You're shouting my name an awful lot, Charlie, is something the matter?~" Erik feigned concern, knitting his eyebrows together as he vibrated his thumbs into the meat between Charles' poor ribs.

Then, Charles cackled, arching his back as he felt thumbs dig into the bottom of his ribs. This was promptly followed by a squeal as eight fingers wiggled into his lower back—just behind his sides. He tried to escape them, but no matter where he went- up or down- Erik's fingers were there to meet him.

It was quite unfair.

"ERIHIHIK!"

Charles snorted, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt his face heat up at that bloody nickname. His fingers dug weakly into Erik's bicep as he twisted and turned, like he was trying to shake free of the tickling fingers.

Erik chuckled and, with one swift motion, climbed onto the bed and knelt over his boyfriend. His fingers came to a halt, but his hands never left Charles' body—not even for a moment. He could feel the younger man trembling as quiet titters and giggles sputtered their way out; chest heaving softly as he panted for breath.

But they followed him wherever he went, practically glued to his body. Part of him was loving it, the other part considered tossing his boyfriend across the room.

"Yohou knohohow eHEXAHACTLY whahat the blohoody mahatteher ihihis!"

"Are you quite alright?" Erik hummed softly, twitching his fingers just so he could feel Charles jolt beneath him.

It was beyond intoxicating.

Charles opened his eyes hesitantly, looking up at Erik with a wobbly grin that made his boyfriends heart beat faster. "Erik, plehease, I implore you-"

"To what? Have mercy?" Erik interrupted, raising his eyebrow. "Charles, how could I possibly when you look like that? Besides, you'll just pick up that notebook again and go right back to work," he said, twitching his fingers again and soaking in the sound of his lovers gasp.

"Anyway, I still have one more thing to do.."

"Ahah, d-do I even wahant to know what that IHIHIS—ERIK." Charles let out a shriek, eyes widening and hips bucking quite violently as he felt thumbs swirling into his divots.

Erik was quick to trap Charles beneath him, straddling his thighs and pressing his knees against them. He looked down at Charles and, God, the way he laughed.. It felt like falling in love all over again.

Erik still remembered the day he first laid eyes on Charles Xavier. They were in the Paraná river, and the water was freezing. Erik had been sure he was going to drown, but then something pulled him up. When he surfaced, he locked eyes with Charles and it was like everything else just melted away.

In all his reminiscing, Erik almost forgot he was bringing his boyfriend to tears. He shook himself out of his thoughts and looked down, a loving but cruel smile gracing his features. He couldn't resist. Erik dug his thumbs in that little bit more and picked up the pace, just to hear Charles shriek again.

He could do this for hours if only the genius professor could survive it, but Charles was so ticklish that he'd probably start getting dizzy soon.

"How is it that you're one of the most powerful mutants on the planet, and yet I can take you down just by wiggling my fingers?" Erik tilted his head, staring down at his love. He wanted to memorize every minute detail of him; from the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled to the subtle dimple in his left cheek that you could easily miss if you weren't paying attention.

Charles, of course, was incapable of answering. He was too busy losing his mind, head thrown back into the pillow with his eyes shut tight, fingers still wrapped around Erik's wrists. He fell silent for a moment before suddenly erupting into a new bout of frantic laughter that had Erik thinking about engagement rings.

Eventually, Erik had to take pity—mostly because he was actually starting to feel himself get pushed back by something unseen as Charles smacked his arm with a weak hand. He chuckled softly and pulled back, letting his hands rest on his boyfriends waist.

Charles took a deep, giggly breath of air and his arms came forward to cover his face, crossing over each other as he trembled and panted.

Erik couldn't look away.

No matter how hard he tried, which frankly wasn't that hard at all, Erik Lensherr could not tear his eyes from the man trapped beneath him.

Charles' flustered state only made him more irresistable—something that Erik hadn't thought possible. His eyes were full of tears that, in the soft glow of the lamplight, made them glisten like morning dew caught in the sunrise, and the red flush in his cheeks that spread to the tips of his ears and the bridge of his nose was just.. well, adorable.

Everything about Charles Xavier, in that moment and all others, was just breathtaking.

Erik climbed off his breathless lover and settled into the empty space beside him. "Are you alright?" He smiled, reaching out to card his fingers through Charles' messy hair.

The younger man simply rolled over and buried his face into Erik's shoulder with a quiet giggle.

Erik chuckled again and wrapped his arms around the professor while planting a soft kiss on his head. "I'll take that as a yes." He spared a glance to the bed, which was a complete and utter mess now.

The blankets and quilts were hanging over the end, threatening to fall to the ground if either of them so much as shifted.

It brought his mind back to the previous night—though the bed had been thoroughly messed for much different reasons.

Erik decided not to dwell on that and started rubbing Charles' back, letting the man catch his breath and calm down.

"You are quihite cruel," Charles said, finally raising his head to look at Erik. He did everything in his power to muster up a glare, but it was far from threatening.

The latter simply smirked, bringing one hand forward to cup Charles' face and tenderly brush his thumb over his cheek.

"Charles, I am known for many things to many people, but I can assure you that cruel will never be one of them; not to you, anyway."

Charles' face softened and he let out a quiet breath. His hand came to rest gently on Erik's chest. The subtle thumping of his heart was comforting in ways that Charles couldn't describe.

"Have I ever told you how much of a sap you can be?" he asked, voice lowering as he leaned in closer.

Erik tilted Charles' chin up and did the same. "Many times.."

That was the last thing he said before their lips touched and his eyes closed.

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well... tada. today is indeed my birthday. yes this is my persona lol, i really should draw him more.

as far as writing updates go... honestly i'm in a pretty big creative block in general right now, but i'm gonna try really hard to crank something out soon. maybe that logan/laura fic that's been on hold for forever will finally come out, who knows... stay updated 😚

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intimacy

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got a burst of motivation last night and wanted to draw my mutant shapeshifter character—his name is Atlas! this drawing is pretty low effort but i want to share it regardless. i might write him in a fic at some point, either as a little cameo or as an important role—whatever you guys want! let me know if you want more of him 😚

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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."

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UPDATE: IT IS FINISHED AND POSTED!!!

PROGRESS ON MY FIC IS BEING MADE, I REPEAT, PROGRESS IS BEING MADE!!!

it's probably gonna be a lot shorter than my last one, given that i don't have a ton to work with, but i think it's kinda cute anyway... so buckle up, people, because it should be coming out soon!!

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oh. my. GOOOOODS!!!

okay first of all the ending made me crack up, but OH MY GOSH!!! I'M WITHOUT WORDS!!! you wrote this?! based off of MY art?!? AAHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for blessing my brain with this adorable shit!!! i can't even put into words how much i love this, i've read it twice and it's not enough!! i'm probably gonna have to read this, like, 3 more times within the next few hours... hehe. i really should draw more art...

please, anyone and everyone who may see this post, go go go go go read all of @lovemybluebully 's fics right now!!! they're so adorable and a huge pleasure to read!! 🥰

Morning Kisses

Art by @fluffyficsanddreams ! I hope you don't mind me reposting this. 🥰 Please visit the link to their original art piece and give some love! 💗💛

https://www.tumblr.com/fluffyficsanddreams/783309757439164416/yay-i-made-art-wade-and-his-tickly-kisses-oh?source=share

I could not resist writing a little something for this fucking adorable drawing. As soon as I saw it it had my brain going haywire! lol I tried to get it written sooner, but I had a very long week and very little time to write. Hope you all enjoy these two being cute AF! More Poolverine!

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 2,173

"🎵 BYE BYE BYE DON'T WANNA BE A FOOL FOR YOU! JUST ANOTHER PLAYER IN YOUR GAME FOR TWO 🎵"

Logan snarled as the alarm clock went off loudly right by his sensitive ear, prompting him to extend his claws on one fist and quickly slash it into nothing but a cracking pile of plastic and circuitry.

"You know, that was the third clock this week, baby doll."

Logan looked over his shoulder to squint sleepily at Wade lying beside him in the bed before retracting his claws and rolling over onto his back.

"I don't give a fuck. There's gotta be a better way to wake up that doesn't instantly piss me off," he growled as Wade sat up slightly, leaning his head into his hand.

"It is effective though. I may be hallucinating but it looks to me like you're pretty awake."

"Not for long. Why do you keep setting the damn thing anyways?"

"Because we can't just lay in bed all day. That would make for a veeeery boring fic for our readers," Wade winked out at the audience while Logan just snorted grumpily.

"Well they can all go fuck off 'cause that's exactly what I plan to do. Ya with me, or against me?"

Wade considered it for a moment before he crawled over, laying his head onto his chest and nuzzling his face between the large muscles, half-annoyed that Logan's tank top was blocking him from getting skin to skin contact.

"How about both? I definitely won't pass over the opportunity to be against you," he teased as Logan sighed, but settled his hands on Wade's back.

"Whatever it takes to get ya to shut up," Logan grumbled as he closed his eyes, silently timing in his head how long the peace would actually last.

All of five seconds to be exact.

"Okay seriously, we have to get some action going on here," Wade quickly broke the silence as Logan internally rolled his eyes.

"Well, I should be snoring soon. That enough action for all those so-called 'readers'?

"Pfffft no, boring! We need to spice this up a little! Some deep conversation...Maybe some heavy petting....I got it! We can make-out! Now kiss me, you adamantium fool!" Wade puckered his lips and leaned upwards, but Logan just turned his head away.

"Fuck off, ya damn fruit loop."

Wade pouted at being denied while he laid there for another moment, feeling Logan's hard pecs slowly rise and fall with his breathing underneath him.

"Oh my, are these tatas all for me? You know I wanted to do this ever since the first time I saw your shirt explode," Wade grinned as his hands moved to Logan's chest and firmly squeezed at the muscles, "Honk honk!" 

"Either ya lay fucking still or I'm throwin' your ass out of this bed," Logan gave a snarl, prompting Wade to gasp and immediately wrap his arms tightly around Logan to hold on for dear life.

"Good choice. Now ease up a bit. I can't move my arms," Logan muttered, straining against Wade's embrace a little, though not making much effort to get out of it.

"Can't escape me, hm? Sounds like I've got you right where I want you."

"Why would I need to escape? This bed is right where I wanna be," Logan wasn't even sure why he played into Wade's game, but he didn't think about it too much as he began to doze off again.

Wade hadn't expected Logan to entertain his nonsense and realized he didn't have any actual plans. With his arms wrapped around Logan's body he was limited on what he could do and only could really move his head around, though Logan had sadly declined the make-out session.

He lifted his head to look towards Logan's face to see that he had his head leaned back into his pillow with his eyes closed and was paying Wade no mind. It was only then that Wade's eyes scanned over Logan's thick, tree trunk of a neck that was enticingly bared to him and suddenly he was overwhelmed with inspiration.

"Challenge accepted. I'll show you why they really call me the 'Merc with the Mouth'....," Wade smirked as he leaned forward and began planting soft kisses onto Logan's exposed neck, immediately feeling the muscles beneath his lips tense up. Logan groaned as a faint snort escaped him while starting to be pulled out of his drowsy state.

"Hmmph-hehehe-dammit. Wade....Nooo," he protested even though his eyes remained shut as he began to twitch his head about, finding no relief from the gentle assault.

"Excuse me? No??? You denied me my God-given right to make-out with my sexy boyfriend. Therefore, I'm taking what's rightfully mine," Wade sped up the pace, peppering the light kisses all over Logan's throat as the man quickly dissolved into crazed giggling.

"Stahaahahap! That-That tihihihickl-," Logan was cut off by the wheeze that came out of him once Wade paused to nibble at the skin.

"It what? Sorry, I didn't understand that," Wade grinned, knowing damn well what he was doing as he went back to his chaotic kissing pattern, "MmmmOhhhh Logan...not right now.....Just can't get enough of me, can you? Mmmwaahmwaahmwaah! Can't say I blame you." 

"Hehehehahahahaha-You're a jahahahackass!" His chin tucked in as he flopped his head around, doing what little he could for defense. Wade's arms were wrapped all the way around him, pinning his arms at his sides and making it so he could only writhe and squirm beneath him. 

Wade knew Logan never put up too much of a fight after waking up in the mornings, still being half-asleep with his thought process and reflexes sluggish. This always made it the perfect opportunity to get the best of him.

It helped that Logan didn't actually hate it either despite how loudly he would always object. He was weak to all the affection that Wade showered him with, half-expecting that he was going to wake up from this dream at any time and find himself back in his former reality where he was hated and shunned by all.

Being constantly subjected to such affection, in whatever form Wade chose, was not something he was going to take for granted. Still, he couldn't help wishing that Wade had picked anything but tickling as his favorite way to show it. The man undeniably loved to make him laugh though.

"Gehehehe-Get ohohhohoff me!" Logan yelped through his giggles, weakly smacking at Wade's back with his hands with that being all he could really do that didn't involve him getting violent.

"MmmMm," Wade shook his head, nuzzling his nose deep into the ticklish neck and inhaling the man's scent, "Goddamn, you smell so fucking good. It's like crack for me. I'm afraid if you want me to stop then you're just going to have to stab me."

Logan had stopped stabbing Wade a long time ago after finding all of his gestures usually had good intentions behind them. Not to mention being around him so much had made Logan lighten up considerably and stop taking everything so seriously. He didn't exactly feel like cleaning up the blood later either.

"C'mohohohon! Thihis is sohoho unfahaahaahaair!" A small squeal escaped him as Wade blew a light raspberry beneath his ear.

"Oh I can show you unfair if you really want. I could raspberry the fuck out of your tummy instead...."

"Noo!" Logan frantically shook his head at the threat of Wade assaulting his most ticklish spot and dug his heels into the mattress as he tried to bear it all. Usually, he would just take it and allow Wade to get his fill of playfully tormenting him, but this soft attention always flustered him and made him unable to think clearly.

He literally felt like he was going to explode if it didn't all stop soon. Over time he had learned that it was best to just give in to whatever Wade was after in order to get him to cease fire.

"Okaahahahahay you wihihihin! I'm ahahahaha-awake!" His legs kicked uselessly under the sheets, not able to take any more of this.

"Are you sure? It's hard to tell 'cause apparently, I was wrong the last time," Wade murmured as he nipped along his collarbone, taking Logan's breath away as he nodded his head like crazy through his mirth.

His body immediately melted in relief from the overwhelming stimulation once Wade had stopped. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tried to get his mind to settle down along with his screaming nerves.

Wade just watched with a pleased grin and waited for him to snap out of his heightened daze as he pulled his arms out from behind Logan's back.

"So how was that for a better way to wake up? Nothing like starting your morning with a smile on your face, wouldn't you say?"

Logan opened his eyes to give Wade a feigned look of annoyance that the merc could easily see right through.

"Can't say I approve of the method. That's straight-up torture, both physical and mental."

"Oh please! It's perfect! And you're not pissed off so looks like a win to me."

"Who says I'm not pissed off?" A smirk spread across Logan's face as Wade narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Are you? Because if that's the case then perhaps some more effort is needed...."

With that his hands launched upwards and buried themselves into Logan's armpits, making him scream and his arms instantly slam down as he bucked hard from the sensations.

"Ohohahahahaha! NoNo stop! Stohahahahop! Pleehehehehease! Haahahahahaahah! Ihihit was a johohohoke! I'm nohohohot mahahaad!" Logan managed to wheeze out through his hysterical laughing, thrashing in complete helplessness.

"Sounds exactly like something someone who is mad would say. I don't believe you. Mercy is denied!" Wade teased, his fingers wriggling at full speed underneath Logan's arms. It always made him happy when Logan gave him an opening to really unleash a tickling attack on him.

"I-I cahahahan prohoohoohooove it!" Logan shouted as Wade tilted his head, amused to hear what Logan might say.

"Oh really? Care to tell me how you are going to do that because I'd love to see you try to get out of thi- "

A split second later and Wade found Logan's hands on the back of his head as he yanked him forward, their lips meeting as Logan held him in place and kissed him deeply. Wade was shocked into halting the tickling as his hands went limp before reciprocating the kiss; his mind always going quiet whenever Logan treated him like this.

After a few more moments they broke off with Wade sighing in contentment at getting what he had originally wanted as he smiled down at the man beneath him.

"I fuckin' hate you," Logan grinned as Wade nuzzled their noses together and planted another kiss onto his forehead. He then couldn't help giggling a little when Wade's hands dragged down his sides to get out of his armpits before letting out a sigh.

"Alright, I guess we can get up now," he started to push back on Wade, but the merc only made himself dead weight to oppose him.

"You know what? I think I've changed my mind. That was the perfect amount of action for a short fan fiction like this."

"I still don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about when ya say shit like that, bub. But if ya say so, I'm not gonna argue it," Logan shook his head and happily laid back.

"Glad you agree. So we can get right back to it then....," Wade grinned as he wrapped his arms around Logan again, making the other man's eyes widen in fear for his neck.

"No no, Wade wait. You can't do that again. It'll drive me cra- Unngghh," Logan's slight panic turned into lust, his body stiffening as Wade sensually licked up the length of his neck, "Did I say no? Just ignore that."

"Hold that thought...," Wade released him as he got out of the bed and ran over to the 4th wall, looking out at the audience, "Okay, show's over, my dear readers. This is naughty time now so shoo! Make like the wind! Be gone! Amscray!"

"Wade, stop bein' a fucking weirdo and get back over here," Logan called from behind him, shaking his head as he watched Wade wave his arms and mumble in the corner of the room.

"Coming, muffin!" Wade looked around as he grabbed a jacket off of the floor and whispered, "Cover your ears now."

 He flung the jacket over the camera, turning the view into darkness while his footsteps can be heard running away.

"Ya know you actin' like a schizophrenic fuck isn't very arousing."

"You knew what you were getting yourself into. Besides you know I more than make up for it in other ways...."

"Ya make it easy to forget. So how about ya get to makin' me remember?"

*INSERT CRAZY DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SEX NOISES HERE*

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shamelessly reblogging this old piece of mine because i still think it's one of the best ones i've ever done... it's in my sketchbook, think it looks a little better in real life. i've considered coloring it in on my tablet... let me know if yall want that lol

hello hello, new hyperfixation!! finally was able to watch the deadpool/wolverine movie a few days ago and i absolutely adore the both of them, and i am going feral over logan lmao.

have any tkl fic or hc requests? my inbox is open! (please gimme ideas i want to write them so badly but i have no inspiration at all)

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YAY I MADE ART!!!

wade and his tickly kisses... oh no, logan positively hates them... /s

i tried lighting for the first time, hope it's good lol

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okay guys, i have a new fic idea marinating in my head... obviously poolverine, duh. it's gonna be less implied romantic and a lot more explicit romantic, so i'll have to work on making that not awkward. i think we all know it'll be lee Logan, so if anyone has any ideas, please feel free to send an ask... i really need them 😭

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SCREAMING!!! This is so so so so so so cute! what do you mean you're not good at romance?! this is sosososo adorable, i love it so so so so much!! i'm so beyond thrilled that you used my idea for something this adorable!! their relationship in your world is so precious i'm actually in love.... words can't describe how happy this made me. when i finally finish my fic, it'll be dedicated to you 🥰

Hits Different

I wrote something!!!!!!!!

This is for @fluffyficsanddreams !! Thank you for sending me your idea that got my mind to finally spit something out! 🤗

https://www.tumblr.com/lovemybluebully/782500912701833216/hello-hello-forced-to-leave-a-note-on-my-other?source=share

This one is more in line with Poolverine than my other fics as I usually try to leave them open for the reader's interpretation of their exact relationship, but @fluffyficsanddreams ships them so I went that way this time. Please go check out @fluffyficsanddreams adorable Poolverine art!!

Also I don't think I'm the best at writing romantic-type stuff so sorry if it's terrible. 😅

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 3,059

Wade beamed down, trying not to move and disturb the Wolverine who currently was at ease on his back and laying with his head on Wade's lap. He held his tongue for the time being to simply enjoy the moment as he took in every detail on the resting man's face.

It always made him happy to see Logan looking completely tranquil and not on edge. With his eyes closed and his brows and his lips at such repose it completely erased all the hard creases from his face from when he normally was feeling angry or depressed or just regular skepticism over Wade's usual shenanigans.

The merc's eyes traveled up to marvel over his roommate's irregular hairstyle with the two distinct peaks that Wade affectionately loved to refer to as "kitty ears" much to Logan's displeasure. He'd spent many of their evenings together just brushing and kneading his fingers through it right into the man's scalp to help him sleep at night.

Speaking of hair, his style of beard was never something to go unnoticed. While Wade found it a bit silly looking, it was part of who Logan was and he never wanted to change anything like that about him. Not to mention Wade imagined he would look pretty strange without it and he had to admit that it did add to his rugged charm.

Still, he found himself unable to resist breaking the peace and making a comment about it.

"You know the whole muttonchops fad died out in the early 1900s, right? Or did you not get that memo?"

Logan immediately transformed his relaxed face into a frown as he now glared up at Wade, destroying all that he'd been admiring moments ago.

"Well did your stupid ass not get the memo that I'm pushing 200? It was totally normal when I became an adult, and I just never cared enough to change it," Logan grumbled through the slight irritation he was now feeling as Wade raised his hands in surrender.

"Now now, don't get all cranky on me. I'm just saying it's not something you see these days anymore."

"What? You want me to shave it off?"

Wade gasped as dramatically as humanly possible.

"And have you looking like that circus clown, P.T. Barnum?! Absolutely not! Besides maybe one day you'll bring it back into style," Wade smirked as he began running his fingers through the thick facial hair.

"And that'll be the day I'll shave it," Logan tucked his chin protectively, trying not to smile as Wade's fingers tickled along his jawline.

"Oh no, you fucking will not. As long as you live under my roof it will be forbidden. Not to mention I wouldn't be able to do this...," Wade grinned with both hands now on either side of Logan's face, lightly stroking his beard and twiddling around under his chin.

"Good. Maybe then you would keep your hands to yourself," he clamped his jaw that had spread into a grin as his head twitched about to try to avoid the touches.

"If you didn't like it, I might. But we both know that's just not true now, is it, Peanut?"

Logan didn't deny it as the giggles finally started to slip through despite his best efforts.

"At-At leheheast stop fuckin' tihihickling me, shihihithead."

"I'm not tickling you. At least not on purpose. No, if I wanted to tickle you then I'd do this...," his hands slid down to just below Logan's ears as he began to softly scratch at the sides of his neck.

Logan's face instantly scrunched up as he broke into uncontrollable giggles and his shoulders crowded in to feebly guard his neck.

"Heheheheheehee-Dohohoohoon't," he protested as he just continued to lay in Wade's lap without any further action from him.

"And if I dooooo? Are you going to do something about it, tough guy?" Wade grinned mischievously, moving his fingers a little faster to tease the sensitive plane of skin.

"Juhuhuhust stohahahahap," Logan only wiggled his head around, trying to squeeze out Wade's hands with his shoulders. He took one lame attempt to swat at him, but other than that his arms remained limply crossed over his chest.

"You should count yourself lucky that I'm in such a charitable mood, dear Logie."

"You cahahall tohohohohorturin' me, chahahahaaritable?"

"Oh, if you want to see real torture that can definitely be arranged. See instead I could raspberry and nibble every inch of your yummy tummy until you're screaming. Scribble all over your soles until you're laughing so hard that you can't stop snorting. Or tickle deep into your armpits until you're gasping and wheezing for just one breath of air. But I'm not going to do any of that right now, and do you know why?"

"Wh-Whhhyeheeheeheehehehe," Logan snorted, not even sure why he bothered questioning Wade's manic mind.

"Because this......Being gentle like this with you....It always just hits different," Wade mused as he carried on with his ministrations.

Don't get him wrong. He absolutely loved to have Logan thrashing and howling underneath him until he was red in the face, tears leaking down his cheeks while desperately begging for his life. But watching him just lay there like this, not even fighting it, brought Wade an internal pleasure that he couldn't put into words.

In the beginning, the older man had naturally been very resistant to being touched in affectionate ways, and despite receiving many stab wounds in his efforts, Wade was patient with him. He started out with small things like fist-bumping his shoulder or giving him the smallest side hugs.

It took a little time, but eventually Logan's muscles stopped stiffening up anytime Wade touched him, and he allowed things to escalate into Wade making more meaningful contact without having a violent reaction to it.

Being touched in ways that brought relief and comfort to him was not something he'd lived with over the past several years and it at first felt so foreign to him. And though it wasn't easy for him to admit it to himself, deep down it was exactly what he needed. What he yearned for all along.

So imagine Wade's surprise the day Logan scooted closer to lean against him on the couch and not make any protest to when Wade put his arm around him. Nor when Wade began to rub his shoulder and eventually move up to fingering through his hair. He was like an untamed animal that had finally began to put his trust into the other man and had Wade wishing he could relive the moment over and over again.

Though there was one thing that Logan hadn't considered by allowing Wade to get so close. And all it took was one jestful poke into his ribs when he had been cracking overly crude jokes at Wade's expense.

Logan was horribly ticklish. Everywhere. Always had been, though there had never been anyone crazy enough to even have the idea cross their mind. Enter your local resident lunatic, Wade Wilson, who didn't think twice and immediately launched a vicious attack as soon as a sign of this weakness was detected.

Now Logan could have easily thrown Wade across the room with his strength alone or plunged his foot-long claws into his body in protest, but he didn't. It was as if he was tired of fighting the thought that no one would ever want to show him any sort of affection again and finally decided to completely surrender himself to it all.

The fingers mercilessly tickling his ribs had him laughing without restraint and even though he made a show to curse Wade out and threaten him at every turn that all eventually dissolved into him desperately begging Wade not to tickle him. And other than squirming like crazy and trying to buck Wade off of him he did not one damn thing to stop him.

He had basically let Wade tickle him for what felt like hours until Logan could barely catch his breath amongst his snorting fits, though it had literally only been a few minutes. Afterwards Wade naturally couldn't contain himself from gushing about how cute Logan looked and sounded when he was laughing so freely.

Logan had been too breathless to argue about it even if he wanted to, instead only giving a weak punch to the other man's chest along with a grunt to not do that again. But with how Logan had responded to the whole ordeal Wade knew that he didn't really mean it, and the two had never been closer after that.

Logan had learned to love being touched again, especially when it came from Wade. With how highly sensitive his skin was he had known just how much pain it could cause him, and he was now finally getting to see how much pleasure it could bring him too.

He had really come to enjoy being pet and would offer himself into positions that Wade couldn't resist putting hands on him. Laying in Wade's lap was his favorite spot. Sometimes just his head or other times he'd lay his whole body across him, guiding Wade's hand under his shirt to rub his back or his belly.

Wade was completely ecstatic to have been chosen above anyone else, and he was happy to give into any of Logan's whims at the drop of a hat. Despite him being so sensitive, Wade knew just how to touch and massage him without it tickling and that is precisely what he would do. At least at first.

He knew that even though he might say otherwise, Logan really didn't mind being tickled. He might even dare to say that he actually liked being tickled. Because even after time and time again of ending up in a ticklish situation Logan would never stop coming back for more.

It was always the same. Wade would rub and caress wherever Logan currently desired until the man positively melted into a puddle of deep relaxation that he was allowed to wallow in for as long as he chose. And when he'd start to show any signs of coming out of it....that was Wade's cue.

Those touches gradually became lighter to where they were barely touching the skin to set Logan's nerves on fire. This slowly pulled a grin onto his face along with him unconvincingly whining for Wade not to start. Then as the fingers began to make a little more contact and move more quickly to gently skim and scratch and scribble at his sensitive skin that's when the giggles appeared.

Wade loved that he had the power to make the mighty Wolverine squirm with such a soft touch and being able to witness that little extra bit of vulnerability that he was sure no one else ever got to see. The way Logan trusted him made him feel like he could combust, but little did he know that all the things he did made Logan feel the same way.

"Hihihit's different? Ho-How abohohout I hihihit yoohoohoou?" Logan giggled like crazy as his legs moved restlessly and his feet kicked at the couch, still allowing Wade to tickle all over his neck.

"Ah ha! So you do want to hit this? I knew the truth would come out one day, though I was hoping for a little more romance involved. So how do you want to be? Top or bottom? Personally, I prefer..."

He was caught off guard as Logan had reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down closer to his face.

"Ya know Wade, I think I'd like to be on top for once," he spoke in a husky whisper that immediately shut down Wade's hyper mind and had him swallowing the lump in his throat.

"You.....You wanna.....uhhh.....what?" Wade made so many jokes and innuendos that his brain couldn't even began to process what was happening right now. Was Logan just fucking with him too?

"Actually, I don't mind either way. And I've got plenty of other places ya can tickle....below the belt...," Logan growled softly as he indicated to a lower position on his body with his eyes.

"You mean like....your knees?" Wade inquired innocently through his not-well masked panic, making Logan chuckle at the high level of anxiety he could smell around him.

"You're not very good at this are you?"

"How can you tell? I mean, I don't know if you're being serious or just fucking with my head right now, but if it's the latter then let me tell you that it's not funny because I'm a human being and I don't deserve to have my emotions fucked wi- "

Wade was cut off again as Logan quickly leaned up, smashing his lips against the other man's and pushing his tongue past to invade his mouth. Instantly Wade felt his body turn to mush as his brain tried to catch up and was kicking into reboot mode, but by then Logan was already pulling away with a smirk.

"That hit different enough for ya?"

Wade only sat there frozen in shock as he opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

"Holy shit. I finally managed to shut you up for once," Logan laid his head back into Wade's lap and folded his arms behind his head, staring up at him with a cocky grin.

Wade simply blinked down at him, finally finding his words.

"Okay let me get this straight here......You.....and me? You want.....me???"

"Look Wade, you're the only person who's ever given me a chance despite my past and the shitty way I initially treated you. You believed in me and by doing so made me believe in myself again. I didn't want to see it at first, but you really do care about me and I'm more than grateful for all the effort you put in to make me feel like this again. So after all that it'd be a lie for me to say that I didn't feel anything for you too," his smile was soft now as he stared into Wade's eyes.

"That's....I mean, this is totally unexpected. Of course I care about you. I do a lot. It's just that I never thought you'd ever feel that way about me. See I'm not sure you're thinking clearly here. You could literally have anyone you wanted, and you would settle for some washed-up, bottom-of-the-barrel guy like me? No, this has to be a dream. Wake up, Wade! Ow!" He grimaced as he slapped himself in the face, finding that his situation was still reality.

Logan's eyes glazed over in concern as he reached out to gently grab Wade's hand to prevent him from trying that again while Wade looked down at him, eyes beginning to tear up.

"There's just no way this is real. Look at you....And look at me," he looked himself up and down gesturing to his disfigured face and body before lowering his head, "I'm a freak."

The older man looked at him thoughtfully before smiling up at him again.

"Maybe so," Logan cupped Wade's chin to tilt his head back up so he could look him in the eyes, "But you're my freak. And I like ya just the way that you are."

Wade let out a choked-back sob of glee as he put a hand on the back of Logan's to hold it there for a little longer against his face. After a few more moments with Wade trying to regather his thoughts, Logan took it upon himself to break the silence for once.

"You're not one of those guys who cries during sex, are ya?"

The merc huffed out a laugh as he adamantly shook his head.

"No no, I'm sorry. It's just you don't know what a relief this is for me. I haven't been this happy since you helped me save my universe."

"Likewise, bub. Now quit your blubbering 'cause I ain't kissing you again lookin' like that," he smirked with pride when that managed to get another laugh out of Wade.

"Well I can't just turn it off instantly. That's not how emotions work, you know? I just need a minute, but in the meantime, I think I can find a way to cheer myself up....," he placed a hand on Logan's chest as his fingers skittered across to an armpit that had been left wide open and lightly dug into the spot.

"Aaahehehehahahaha! If-If thahahahaat's whahat it tahahakes!" Logan laughed as he struggled but kept his arms up, willing to endure for Wade's amusement, "I kkkk-kinda lihihihike it ahahahaanyways!"

"Oh you're going to regret ever admitting that Mr. Wolverine," Wade was now back to his usual demeanor, but had stopped the playful torment as Logan shrugged in reply.

"My life is full of regrets, what's one more?"

"Hopefully I won't be one of them," Wade chuckled uneasily.

Logan finally sat up all the way, righting himself to sit beside Wade as he grabbed the back of his head.

"Only one way to find out," he grinned and pulled Wade forward to start kissing him again, this time with Wade eager to return the act. Logan's other hand wandered over Wade's body and when he got down to his waist area he was surprised when Wade released a small yelp.

"MmMMMmm," Wade pulled back and blabbered out without thinking, "Sorry. Tickles."

Logan paused to look at him momentarily before a mischievous grin began to form on his face.

".....What was that?"

Wade's eyes suddenly went wide, knowing he had just royally fucked himself.

"Uh heh, I mean....what? What did I say?" Wade was already backpeddling along the couch as Logan crawled after him.

"Something ya shouldn't have. Being a loud mouth can really bite ya in the ass," Logan easily caught him in a second and got the man pinned underneath his heavy bulk, making escape impossible.

"W-Wait Logan! Wait! Think about this! You don't want to ruin the mood, do you?!" Wade spit out in a last-ditch effort to de-escalate the situation, but the way Logan chuckled destroyed any hope he had.

"I think this is going to set the mood juuust fine."

"But I'm not even that ticklish! I promise this won't be that fun! No please! Have mercy! I swear I'll never tickle you agaaaHAAHAHAhahahahahanooohahahahahahah!"

"You take that back, Wilson."

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i know people normally write for these but i might make some art... we'll see cause i really want to 😋😋

POOLVERINE WEEK 2025 !

i had this idea stirring about , since everyone’s favourite yaoi dropped on the 22nd for premier screening and 26th for the states what if the fandom did a silly little ship week :) i had ideas for each days prompt already but was wondering how this would be taken !

proposed date ; JULY 22nd - JULY 29th

prompts under the cut ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ please feel free to rb and share to get this idea buzzing around !!

D1 - car scene / road trip

D2 - confessions / proposals

D3 - domesticity / first morning

D4 - double date / date night

D5 - accidents & aftermath

D6 - first (fight, time, kiss etc)

D7 - comfort / free day !

i’ve never been one to participate much in fandom and this is my first space where im this active so it would be amazing if everyone could come together for a cute little group thing :3

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"he spent a lifetime looking for a good place to die, but this is a good place to live."

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hello, motivation is almost nonexistent, but YAY more art!! this one honestly was a bit lazy but i made the mistake of putting on Logan (2017) while drawing it and ended up crying instead so....... what can ya do

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just got back from that convention and my sleep schedule is royally fucked up because we got back around 3 in the morning, but hey, i drew some more cute shit while waiting on my motivation to return. fic is being worked on, promise!!

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hello hello! my fic is currently on hold because i'm on a trip rn (performing at a huge music convention in my state), but i did draw this on the way down! i'll hopefully be able to work on that fic during my days off 🫶