#sub wade wilson x reader

[dxxdhood]

drains me slowly

pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader

summary: deadpool finally invites you, the coworker he has a massive crush on, over, which means the two of you end up doing more than just watching a movie.

tags: smut (18+), sub!wade wilson, dom!reader, pain kink, use of superpowers to fuel a pain kink, light masochism, teasing, gentle dom, hand job, scratching, body worship

wc: 3.3k

a/n: fic inspired by the new deadpool movie coming out!!! also, title is from love me dead by ludo.

No surprise that Wade wasn’t exactly anyone’s favorite– that goes for among the heroes he’s worked with and throughout his life in general. He’s – to put it in the kindest way anyone’s ever told him – fucking annoying. Oh, he’s more than aware that he’s a little too out-of-pocket, abrasive, impulsive– a nightmare to interact with, really. And those were just the recent comments made by the closest thing he has to coworkers! The shit he heard from people growing up was leagues worse. 

Look, having a rough start in life isn’t uncommon and he’s sure as hell not gonna get the tiny violin out for himself and throw his own little pity party, but he’s grown enough since his healing factor got beat out of him to acknowledge that he’s had it tough over the years.

He’s still going, though! Yeah, he may not always be the best at doing his laundry quick enough to get any clean clothes to wear, or at stopping his room from becoming cluttered with too many half-empty water bottles, but he’s still making it by, day by day.

But, well, it’s still really hard to constantly put himself out there, get assigned – or infinitely more likely, just shove himself into – whatever jobs or missions he feels like taking on when everyone treats him like Jar Jar Binks.

That was until you came along. So, obviously you’re crazy hot – he’s gotta get that out of the way first – but more than that, you were confident. Competent, too, and those rarely coincide in Wade’s experience. You mostly worked on call, joining the occasional mission, battle, or investigation because your mutant powers came in handy often, but you also still kept up with your day job. Honestly, Wade thinks the reason why you weren’t always present in fights was to stop the other mutants from being out of a job. Your ability to slowly deteriorate surrounding biological tissue, while horrifying and a pain in the ass to control – your words – was basically winning on easy mode.

But no, you were adamant about keeping your involvement with the X-Men infrequent– only joining when your presence was absolutely necessary. Apparently nonstop high stress situations aren't good for your mental health– who knew?

And he wants to pretend he became obsessed with you because of all those things, and of course they helped, but really, you had him at hello. Or well, you bothering to say hello and actually talk to him in the first place, to ask him questions about his life in moments of downtime where usually he’d be left with an unenthusiastic audience instead of a warm-hearted listener who actually laughed at his jokes.

So, of course, he has to go and fuck it up.

…

“So, glad that’s over, huh?” Wade says through a smile, the whites of his mask squeezing as his cheeks rise. “Speaking of over, you wanna come?”

“Over?” you shake your head a little, flashing your teeth as you try and comprehend him. “Right after we took on a whole crime ring?”

“Well, what a better time to unwind, am I right?”

“Oh?” you raise your eyebrows. “We’re unwinding?”

It’s small, but you swear Wade ups his talking speed, “Well, yeah, you know. Watch a movie, order in, show you my Pokemon cards, the works.”

You hum, pretending to consider it, “Depends, you got a holo Charizard?”

And now, for sure, he exhales his relief. “You insult me.”

The two of you enter his apartment not long after you’re dismissed from the mission, and Wade briefly excuses himself to change out of his suit. Making yourself at home, you take a seat on the couch and glance across his living room. His apartment is surprisingly nice. The kitchen and living room are one large, open space with a sleek, modern design. Also, you’d assume someone as chaotic as Wade would keep their house in a messier state, or hell, at least a little dusty, but the living room is spotless. Maybe he cleaned recently? What, was he planning on inviting someone over?

Snorting as you shake your head, a small click from across the hall catches your attention.

You’ve only seen Wade on the job, so naturally he’s always been wearing his red suit, but for some reason, you never stopped to picture him wearing civilian clothes. Actually, now that you’re seeing him in a sweatshirt and sweatpants – awfully warm for this weather – you’re struggling to reconcile the image of him you had in your head with the person right in front of you.

Well, at least until Wade brings up a fist to cover his mouth, illustrating his nervousness, and the tension fizzles out. Only Wade has body language that cartoonishly exaggerated.

“Nice sweats, green looks good on you.”

Wade pauses for a moment, registering your words before he giggles softly, arm falling to his side, “I’ve been thinking about changing the color of my suit. You know, hiding all the blood is great and all, but sometimes I gotta wonder – could this thing be more flattering?”

He walks over with a spring in his step before sitting by your side. Cutely, he wraps you up in the larger blanket first before settling the smaller, throw blanket over himself. You try your hardest not to show your confusion outwardly, but seeing Wade up close now has you questioning his outfit all the more.

He’s a bit tall, so the sweatpants don’t go all the way down to his ankles, but Wade’s wearing calf socks, as if he specifically were trying to avoid them being uncovered. Also, his hoodie’s easily a size or two larger, which makes it the perfect thing to wear to lounge around and watch a movie in, but also, the sleeves cover his entire hand sans his fingers. From the little you can see of them, they look puckered in scars.

But obviously Wade’s hands are scarred– he’s a mercenary. He’s handled all sorts of weapons and been in hundreds of fights over the years. You weren’t expecting his skin to be baby-smooth. 

What’s interesting to you is why he’d go through all the trouble to hide it.

Also, yeah, the most obvious pointers were that the hood of his sweatshirt is up even though you two are indoors in his own home and – how could you forget this one – his Deadpool mask is still on.

Was he just uncomfortable with sharing his identity in general or was he specifically trying to shove distance between the two of you? Whatever, if he doesn’t want to take his mask off with you, he doesn’t have to. You feel a distinct pang in your chest, but you try not to let it color how you respond to him. He’s more than in the right to only share what he feels most comfortable with.

Wade’s been fiddling with the remote while you’ve been – hopefully – subtly looking him over, and the screen finally changes from a streaming service page to the opening of the movie.

“We’re watching The Princess Bride? I didn’t take you for a romantic.”

He bats his eyes – at least, you think he does, given the mask– and speaks in a sweet voice “Why, me? Oh please, I know romance. I’m not going to invite a lovely, gorgeous, incredible person over and force them to watch Die Hard on the first–”

His back straightens out like he’s been electrocuted before he forcibly relaxes his posture to finish his thought.

“Hang-out.”

Okay, you want to go easy on him, especially because he seems so tense, but you can’t just let that one slide. You close the small distance remaining between the two of you, causing your entire side to press against his. Even through his sweatshirt, you can feel how warm he is.

“Mmm, just a hang out?” you mumble, sliding your head onto his shoulder. You’ve done this before, either for comedic effect or just in an attempt to push his buttons the same way he always tries to push yours – which, despite his best efforts, always ends up endearing him to you instead of bothering you – but never in a context like this.

He inhales sharply, and you count the seconds until he finally lets himself release it. Sometimes, you think he takes his healing factor for granted.

Turning his head to peer down at you, Wade considers you for a moment, keeping his face and body language deceptively neutral. You try your hardest to keep your eyes focused on the movie and your body loose and comfortable.

“You want this to be a date?” he says, flat.

“Why, thank you for asking, dear sir,” you copy his sweet voice from earlier before returning to your normal. “Yes, Wade, I like you.”

“I–” he starts, but the words get caught on their way out. His fingers bury themselves in the material of his sweatpants, and the movement draws your attention to them again. Shades of blotchy red and pink curve all across his skin.

Wade doesn’t say anything, which is concerning enough on its own, but following your confession, you feel like he’s more than out of his element. 

“That’s why you invited me over, right?” you try and help him out. “You feel the same, too.”

And then, feeling bold, you turn your head to face his still mask-covered head and kiss him lightly on the cheek. Instantly, you see fireworks go off inside him, because Wade hurriedly shuts the TV off and runs off to close the blinds. There’s barely enough light in the room now to make out shapes, but apparently Wade doesn’t take any issue because he peels his mask back and kisses you on the lips.

His lips are textured, and your intuition flashes quietly in the back of your mind, but for right now, you focus on how energetic he is. If his body is warm, his mouth feels like it’s on fire. He’s constantly moving, trying to experience all of you as fast as possible. 

It’s making your face heat up, how quickly he demands your complete attention and how relentless he is in grabbing it. Wade bites your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into him, and he uses the opportunity to explore across your own teeth and tongue. After a few more seconds, you break away, needing the space to breathe.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, voice rough.

“You’re telling me,” Wade coughs out. “We could’ve been doing that this whole time?”

“Well, all you had to do was ask.”

And although you can’t see him, which you know is the point, you understand something in him has shifted. He gets up from the couch, takes you by the hand, and leads you towards his room. His pace is so quick, you barely comprehend his actions until you’re both standing right in front of his bed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, quiet. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him stifle the amount of words he let loose before.

“Yes, of course it is. But Wade, we have to turn on at least a lamp or something in here.”

“We do?”

“Yeah,” you pause to give him a second to think. “I can’t see you at all like this.”

“What if – and you're just going to have to trust me on this one – you’d prefer it this way,” Wade’s voice is light, but it feels like it’s cracking at the edges.

“And why’s that?”

Not like you’d be able to see, but the anxiety radiating off of him makes him sound wide-eyed, “Huh? Oh, I– uh…”

“Look, if you’re worried about how I’m going to react to you having a bunch of scars– don’t. I don’t mind,” the sound of fabric rustling in front of you makes you think he just flinched. “I figured it out. You’re not sneaky.”

“You say that, but…”

“Wade, I don’t care. And I mean that kindly! Really, it doesn’t bother me.”

Wade starts pacing in front of you, nearly tripping on the leg of the bedpost, “Look, I appreciate the whole hero act you got going on here – really fits you good, you should totally quit your day job – but you don’t have to force yourself, I–”

“Wade, you either confront your insecurities head on or I’m not doing this with you. I told you what I think, the only person who’s going to worry about how you look here is you. We either have sex with a light on or not at all, okay?”

No one speaks for a few seconds once you finish saying your piece, and you cringe, realizing how forceful you must have come off. You’re about to speak up again to apologize when you hear a shudder-filled exhale from a few feet away.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groans. “You’re so hot when you're putting people in their place.”

Your lips curl into a shaky smile, “Yeah, what else do you think is hot?”

And you can practically hear the gears turning in his head from here.

…

It’s actually happening. No fucking way he didn’t dream this up. But you were pretty adamant about him getting his head in the game in order for you guys to actually get down and dirty, so for you, he tries to keep his train of thought as focused as possible–  a big ask.

“Bossing anyone – everyone, especially me – around. You using your abilities–” you reach over and find Wade’s hand before running your fingers up his arm. “Shit, umm, using your abilities in general, but, umm, I really like when I’m there.”

“Oh?” you giggle. “When you get to watch, or?”

“When I get to feel.”

Your hand moves over to the nape of his neck, reaching under his hood and mask, to rub at his rough skin. Wade’s nerves light on fire as he waits for you to respond– for some reason, it never feels like your words come out fast enough.

“You got a thing for pain, Wilson?”

He chuckles, “You’d be surprised.”

“Okay, but are you sure? I can try, but it might not be all that good for you.”

“Don’t worry,” he thinks back to all those times he had a hard on while the two of you were fighting together. “It’ll be great for me.”

You hum, “Alright, then, but you tell me to stop the second you don’t like something, okay?”

“Aye, aye, captain,” he salutes, though you probably can’t see it. “And, same goes for you.”

“What a gentleman, letting me destroy him and giving me an out.”

He’s blushing something furious and he’s never been more grateful for the dark, “Anything for you.”

Those are the last words he whispers before he begins undressing. He knows you probably meant for him to strip with the light on, but he’s really not so sure he could stomach being looked at like a bug under a microscope. The attention, while electrifying, was already starting to get to him, so he lets himself stay in his comfort zone a little longer. As a treat. 

Once his sweats are off, he hesitantly peels off his mask before slipping into bed, keeping most of his body under the covers. After shutting his eyes, he clicks the lamplight on.

You’re not saying anything. That’s– a sign? A good one, a bad one, Wade doesn’t know. He’s trying so hard to keep his breathing steady, but he can feel his body start shaking all on its own.

You join him on the bed, kneeling next to him, before your warm breath falls across his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Only then does he open his eyes, and you reward him by cupping his cheek in your hand.

“There,” you say. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Wade gets the strong urge to snort, and so he does, but your eyes narrow. There’s a soft scratching at the back of his skull as you snake your hand over, and quickly you dig your nails in slightly. Wade has to bite his tongue to keep the noise in.

“I’m sorry, is that funny to you?”

“No!” he whispers sharply as you bring your hand down to scratch along the line of his neck.

“Good, seems like you’re learning.”

You kiss him, teeth clacking together at first before Wade melts into it. Your hand is still slowly exploring his body, running along the line of his shoulder and towards his upper arm. When you reach his bicep, you very obviously squeeze the muscle there, and you let out a pleased sigh as you begin groping in earnest.

He wants to turn to hide his face in the pillow, not sure how to react to all the positive attention and appreciation, but you catch him trying to turn away, and you kiss him deeper.

While one hand begins to explore his pecs and abs, your other hand scratches down his v-line, softly caressing the skin of his inner thighs before moving around to squeeze his ass.

Wade rewards you with a small whine, and you carefully trail a finger down his dick. You move in to whisper in his ear, “You’re so hot, I’m not forgiving you for hiding for so long.”

Trying to stifle the embarrassing moan that he knows will come out, he bites down on his lip hard, but you take the hand not teasing his cock to gently pry his lip away.

“From now on, I get to hear you, okay?” you say and Wade nods rapidly.

You take the moment you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and after giving him a second to ready himself, you ask, “I’m going to use it now. Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Okay–” he responds before he feels the sweet sensation of you jerking him off coupled with your power. It’s a humming, dull feeling of pain resting in the background– almost like the sensation of being choked except it’s affecting his entire body. Wade feels like there’s a weight pinning down each of his limbs and it’s so freeing– so relaxing.

He sighs and turns his head to the side, letting out a deep moan when you up the pace of your hand and bring the other to fondle his balls.

“How is it?” you ask, sweat dripping down your brow at trying to control your ability. Sure, it’s  powerful and at times pretty horrifying, but Wade always loved how he was essentially immune. At the same rate you could destroy the flesh around you, he could heal his own right back. Just knowing that made him feel good, somehow, like he was made perfectly for you.

“It’s good– so good, I–” he nearly shouts, forgetting about the neighbors.

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?”

At hearing the pet name, he straight up whines as he tries to bury his hands in the sheets instead of his own thighs. 

“Not sure, umm, a little more–”

And he doesn’t know which god he has to thank for putting you on this planet, but he’s willing to pay them all a visit. You read him like he’s not some mess, some walking disaster nobody bothers paying attention to, and you give him what you know he needs.

From the base of his chin, you drag your hand in a deep scratch across his neck, chest, and stomach, your eyes watching the pink lines blend in with his scarred skin. It’s a flashing pain, sharp like being scalded and it feels so good mixed with the blunt feel of being under your power.

“I’m gonna–” he says, and of course, you seem to already know. He cums with a deep grunt, rutting his hips into your fist before he thrusts his head forward to kiss you again.

As soon as he comes down, he pulls away only slightly, just so he can say what he’s been wanting to say since he met you.

“Thank–”

You cut him off with another kiss, because sometimes, he really does need to shut up. 

[2kiran]

18+ DOM DEADPOOL X M!READER

Thinking about WADE WILSON trapping you in his grasp, his masked chin perched on your shoulder and his blood-tinted leather glove shoved in-between your thighs. He reeks of impending doom, the scent combining with his natural aroma.

“Oh, no, no, don’t run from it, pretty boy.” WADE clicks his tongue, shaking his head as you squirm. His arm snaking around your waist tightened its grip, clutching you firmly against his front.

He sneaks his hand beneath your pants, wrapping it around the base of your hard cock before freeing it from your boxers. But he doesn’t allow the cool air to hit your sensitive hardness, choosing to toy with you by keeping it hidden under your shirt. You grunt, reaching to hold onto his knees. “W—wade.” You croak, trying not to buck your hips up.

WADE hums curiously, indicating that he was listening. With one finger, he maps out the silhouette of your length through the soft material. He’s enjoying this, and that fact is one he isn’t afraid to admit. “Hmm? D’ya want somethin’, baby?”

Despite his question, he doesn’t quite let you answer. Suddenly, his thumb presses down against the side of your tip, staring in great awe at how pre-cum begins to dampen the fabric. Your dick twitches from the stimulation, and you can’t prevent the plea from leaving you. “Stop teasin’ me, please.”

You can nearly feel his lips stretch upwards into a cocky grin. His palm rests flat on your length, gently rubbing up and down. Every time WADE’S finger went to messily massage your frenulum, your shirt would press into your skin and increase your responsiveness, making you uncontrollably throb. “Awww, we both know you don’t mean that. Our buddy over here likes it.” He teases, shifting to properly but lazily jerk you off.

His hand clenches when it curls ‘round your shaft, balancing you on the point of experiencing a high but never enough for you to actually reach it. WADE WILSON knows you can handle a tad of edging. “Be a good boy, c’mon that’s it, just a liiiiiiil’ bit more.”

[tourturestarradio]

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀

“𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞! 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚”

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Prompt: Deadpool x kind reader x Wolverine 

Warnings: sexual jokes, jealous Logan, jealous Wade, suggestive

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You woke up to a knock at your door slowly getting up you peeked out your peep hole seeing Wade also looking through your peep hole. 

Opening the door Wade greeted you hugging you tightly “honey bun! My favorite sweetheart! My amazing baker! Love of my-“ you blinked in confusion “um Wade” you called out, he looked down at you “yes?” “Could you not shout please” Wade nodded “right I forgot it is pretty early” 

You walked over to your couch plopping down as Wade went to your kitchen “hey Honey bun!” He called out, “yes?” You hummed clicking on your tv “do you think you could help me with something!” He walked back into the living room “yeah…yeah sure” you yawned, Wade sat down beside you wrapping his arms around your torso pulling you into his lap.

“So…you’re a baker right?” You glanced at him a chuckle leaving your mouth “yes I am” he nodded playing with one of your hands as your other one flicked through different channels. 

“So I was scrolling on the internet trying to blow one off when I saw this great absolutely beautiful cake idea….and I was wondering if you could make it for me?” You nodded “sure what is it?” You asked looking at him “cinnamon roll cookies.” You stared at him trying to make sure you heard him correctly “what?” He shook your shoulders “please Honey bun! It’s would be great!” You grabbed his wrists “alright…” 

Getting up you looked down at him “when do you need it?” He grew excited “yay! Okay, um by tomorrow ” “Wade!” You whined, he grabbed your shoulders “first, don’t whine my name like that it’ll turn me on, second pleaseeeee! It’ll be great!” He rested his chin on the top of your head poking where your nipples would be “I miss your eating your desert….that could mean two things” You grew flustered swatting away his hand. 

“F…Fine but I’ll need to go to the store first” you hummed, Wade gave you a cheesy smile “thanks honey bun bye now!” He hurried out of your apartment as You sighed.

Waving bye to him you yawned “Alright bye Wade, if you want you can help out and tell Logan I said hi!” He shut the door leaving you alone, you started to get dressed for the day. 

Leaving your apartment you went off to the store. 

Your eyes scanned the shelves trying to find the right ingredients you only need two more things why were they so hard to find?! You felt a light tap on your shoulder turning around you spotted a taller male with black hair he was kinda handsome “am I in your way? I’m sorry” the male shook his head “no but were you muttering about brown sugar?” He asked. 

You gulped embarrassed that you were muttering to yourself in public “oh um yeah I can’t find that or cinnamon for some reason?” You frowned, the male looked in his basket “if you want you can take mines” he offered a friendly smile on his face. 

You shook your head “no, no it’s alright” he handed the brown sugar to you “no it’s fine you can take it” he stated you grabbed the bag “you sure?” He chuckled and nodded “yeah I’m sure you probably need it more than me” he reassured, a smile graced your face “thanks you’re a real life saver” He waved you off “oh stop just trying to help, I’m Jackie by the way” you placed the sugar in the cart “I’m Y/n” you replied.

You both made friendly conversation a few laughs being shared between you too “so what are you making these for?” He asked, you placed the cinnamon in your cart “making cinnamon roll cookies for a friend he has a sweet tooth” the male seemed to make a face at the word ‘he’ leaving your mouth.

But he ignored that and nodded “sounds delicious, reminds me of the cinnamon rolls I had at this cafe a while ago” he stated, you glanced at him “oh what cafe” he thought for a moment “(cafe name) they have really good desserts” you perked up at the mention of your cafe “that’s my Cafe!” He laughed “you’re lying” you shook your head “nope just opened it a month ago glad you like my stuff” you smiled nudging him with your elbow. 

He blushed lightly, you bought your things “hey um you need help carrying that?” He asked you nodded “yes that would be nice thanks” he carried your bags luckily the apartment wasn’t far from the store. 

He helped you bring your things up to your apartment “alright thanks Jackie hope to meet you again” you stated placing your things inside “wait um Y/n…” you looked back at him “would you wanna grab a drink later maybe around 9 maybe 9:30?” He asked.

You blinked “oh I don’t know I gotta start working on these-“ “please it’ll be great I promise” he hummed, you thought for a moment “alright that’s if I can get these finished before then” he nodded a smile growing on his face “wanna trade numbers?” You nodded pulled out your phone.

“Okay bye Jackie” you gave him a side hug shutting your door, he walked away a grin plastered on his face. You sighed “okay let’s get started.” 

You wiped the sweat from your forehead as you carefully wrapped the cookies checking the time you saw it was close to 9 o’clock. “Oh no” quickly you pulled off your clothes to go freshen up. 

You slid on your party dress it was a dark red and backless, you hadn’t worn it in a while so it was a little smaller the end of the dress just making right below your ass.

You put on some jewelry and styled your hair, sliding on your kitten heels you grabbed the tray of cookies and your purse. Going over to Wades apartment you knocked lightly on the door, it opened revealing an annoyed looking Logan.

His eyes went wide seeing you “Y/n uh what…what are you-“ “hi Logan! can you give these to Wade I gotta go” you hummed texting Jackie Logan stared at you.

You were already hot enough seeing you in that outfit really made him feel a little hot “where are you headed?” He asked, what did you need to be this dressed up for you were already sexy as is?

You glanced up from your phone “hm? Oh I’m going on a date” Logan felt a harsh jab in his chest “…a…date?” He questioned, you nodded “yes so can you give these to Wade please-“ “peanut who are you talking with- oh my ragging boner, Honey bun?!” Wade shoved Logan aside “you got all dressed up just for me” he placed his hand on his heart “that’s so cute but that’s gonna be off in a matter of seconds” he said taking the tray of cookies.

You shook your head “oh no um I’m going on a date” you explained, Wade froze “I’m sorry what?” He looked confused “I’m going on a date but tell me how the cookies taste bye see you in a bit.”

Wade stopped you “wait, wait, wait, you’re going on a date?” You nodded your head slowly “yep so I have to go-“ Wade frowned “but we were supposed to hang out…” he sounded so heartbroken, felt that way to. 

You sighed “I’ll be back in a bit we’re just getting drinks” you explained, Wade waved you off “no, no go be with your Prince Charming that’s more important than me, than us!” He pouts grabbing Logan’s arms who quickly swatted away his hand. 

You frowned “it’s not like that Wade” You looked at Logan for help but he also looked hurt, Wade flopped down on the couch like a deflated balloon Huffing you walked in “fine. I’ll stay.” 

Wade shot up hugging you “great! I knew you wouldn’t leave us for that incel loser!” You rolled your eyes “I feel bad for just bailing on him, he was pretty sweet” Logan rested his hands on your hips coming up behind you “trust me sweetheart I can treat you much better than him” Wade corrected “we can” You gulped feeling the heated tension rise.

You tilted your head “really?” Wade’s eyes were trained on your lips “really.” Logan’s hands traveled up and down your sides “then show me?” You hummed Wade smirked “challenge excepted.” He hummed.

Jackie called your number again but still it went straight to voicemail “fucking bitch…pick up the phone.” Just as he requested you answered only it was you it was a males voice “sorry Y/n can’t come to the phone right now she’s a little occupied at the moment but leave a message!” Jackie opened his mouth to speak when he heard moans in the background of the call.

“Ha…Harder Logan! Please, pl…please! Fill me up” Right before he hung up he heard the other voice speak “hey save some for me! Sorry Jackie’s but she’s taken already- Beep!” The phone shut off leaving Jackie stunned.

He threw his phone “fucking two timing whore!” 

Logan glanced over “was that him?” Wade laughed “yep” Logan petted your hair “could have let her answer” he joked, Wade shook his head “hey you know it’s rude to talk with your mouth full!” 

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A/n: IM OBSESSED WITH X MEN AND DEADPOOL RN RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHH 

[starboye]

starring: wade wilson x ftm!male reader

request: can i request deadpool x ftm reader <33 im not too picky as far as kinks go but id like dom wade n some mentions of daddy kink :] maybe wade talking shit n teasing the reader for being into it

warnings: smut, cursing, overstimulation rough sex, daddy kink, degradation

"you're really into this huh cupcake" wade teased as his hips worked into you at a steady pace, his cock sinking all the way to the hilt in your soaking folds again and again as he whispered slightly degrading words into your ear.

"just my little cum slut right" he asked,his breath running up you neck and sending shivers down your spine while your hands clawed at his back leaving marks that healed instantly "please go harder wade" you whine, legs locking around his waist to keep him form pulling out.

"mm you want daddy to fuck you like a whore" wade tuts, his thrusts stopping just momentarily to watch you whimper under him and rut your hips against him, trying to feel him just a bit deeper to scratch that unbearable feeling you have inside you.

"mhm please" you moan "please what, m'gonna need you to use your words" wades teases "please fuck me like a whore daddy" you stammer out embarrassed by your own words sounding so slutty but wade complies with you, lifting up and angling his hips just right to slam into your pink gummy walls.

his hands tightly holding your hips while your soaking pussy grips onto him, sucking him back in each time he threatens to pulls out "so desperate for some dick or is it just you like being told how much of a slut you are" wade lets out a breathy chuckle, his hips going harder with each word.

"fuck please cum in me wade, i want you cum so bad" you moans, your nails digging into his thighs trying to get him to fuck you harder "sure thing baby" wade huffs moving his hands to your legs to pin them open, his hips slamming into your before he cums in you, making you cum as well as you release sprays all over, wade moving one hand to massage your aching clit.

your legs shaking violently as your orgasm ripples through your whole body "yeah lemme hear all those pretty sounds" wade smirks at the sight of your eyes rolling back and your thighs clasping around his hand before you finally come down from your high "that's my good boy" he coos kissing your forehead

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[casinocarpediem]

M reader breeding deadpool with so much cum? 😩

▪︎■☆One More, Please☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ amab!bot!Deadpool / amab!dom!reader

☆ short-ish

☆ sorry for the delay~~ again-....

°○☆NSFW under the cut☆○°

"Holy- fucking– SHIT" Wade sobs. Your fingers having to stuff his mouth to get him to shut up because goddamn is he loud! And you're not planning on getting yelled at by your land lady by tomorrow.

It's not his fault, really. Not when you have your dick buried inside him. Warm and wet and Jesus christ, whyd you have to be so big? Your cock was rubbing up against spots he never knew he thought would still work like it used to. He's not complaining, not at all. When he pushes his ass to get a little more of your girth inside of him. Slamming his prostate repeatedly in the process. Wade's cock rutting against the sheets, in rhythm to your own rough movements.

He's panting like a dog with half of his face buried into the pillow. Screaming like a little bitch even with your fingers seldomly choking him. ("Just the way he liked it" Wade reassures you beforehand almost all the time).

The more you move the more he feels another wave, euphoria crashing down like a 7.0 magnitude of an earthquake. He shivers when he cums. Screams while having a death grip on the poor poor sheets. Coating the material in his liquid again. And again... and again... you had the stamina, he had the sex drive. The 4th time he cums, you joined him in harmony. Filling him to the brim again. And a certain amount also flowing out of his hole and sliding down his thighs.

When your dick leaves his cum stuffed body, Wade shivers when he feels even more of your fluids drip down his thighs and onto the sheets. Trying to use the rest of his energy to bring his ass even higher and present himself to you.

"Cmon... one more one more pretty pleaseeee" He'll whine. Just like last time. He isn't stopping until either of you tap out.

[trumanbluee]

lights out - deadpool / wade wilson

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ𐭩

content: theres a black out in your apartment. wade asks you, "what's one thing you've always wanted to try?".

word count: 3.9k (jesus, sorry)

warnings: pegging, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, sub!wade, established relationship, fingering (m receiving), this is quite literally porn with very little plot

a/n: hi !! sorry this is such a long one! i've never written something like this before, so i hope it's okay! please let me know what you think <3

you're sitting on the couch, chin resting on the knee of your right leg, the other tucked underneath you. wade's sitting on the opposite side of the couch, and he leans forward to take a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table.

you take a sip of your rosé, leaning forward to get yourself a slice of pizza too. wade's fixated on whatever crappy show he's put on on the television, but you're bored (and horny, but that could wait until you were a few more glasses of wine deep.)

you huff, shuffling your position to place your feet in wade's lap. you finish your slice of pizza, setting your, now empty, glass of wine on the table. wade's still focused on the television, so you gently tap his thigh with your foot. he still doesn't look.

you sigh, slightly annoyed that he's giving the tv more attention than he's giving you. you give him one more opportunity, tapping his upper thigh with your bare foot once again. wade catches your ankle, attention finally turning towards you.

he's smiling at you, and he looks so cute and cosy in his pyjamas that you almost outwardly coo.

"whats up, baby?" he asks, thumb rubbing circles on the soft skin of your ankle. you smile softly at his caresses, but furrow your eyebrows slightly as you answer his question.

"..m'bored," you whine, rolling your head back against the pillow thats propping you up against the arm of the couch. wade chuckles, squeezing your foot affectionately.

"bored, huh? what do you wanna do, doll-face? i told you you could pick the show."

you shrug and go to speak, but are interrupted by a flash of light outside, followed by the booming sound of thunder echoing through the apartment. the lights flicker above you, before the room goes completely dark.

"..shit," you hear wade murmur, watching as the tv and fridge turn off too.

"y'better get creative, pookie-bear. power's out."

you groan, getting up and bringing the bottle of wine over to the couch, pouring yourself another glass. you also bring the candle you had lit in the bathroom, the light slightly illuminating the room. you sit back down on the couch, laying your feet back in wade's lap. he resumes his soft circles on your ankle.

"so, pookie, whatd'ya wanna do?" wade asks, taking a sip from his beer. the room is barely lit by the candle you've brought out, and you can only make out that wade's looking at you because of the city lights streaming in through the window behind you.

you shrug, taking a sip of your wine.

"i don't know, baby," you say, leaning forward to scratch an itch on your knee. wade uses this as an opportunity to pull you closer to him, nestling you into his side.

you don't put up any fight at all, easily settling in to his arm pit as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

you sit in comfortable silence for a while, the hand thats not holding your wine glass tangles with wade's hand as it hangs off your shoulder, occasionally squeezing it softly.

the silence doesn't last long though, to be expected when you're with wade wilson -- but you don't mind, you'd happily sit there and let him drone on and on about whatever he was particularly animated about that day.

wade's voice cuts through the silence, and you hear him swallow as he takes another sip of his beer.

"if you could be any vegetable in the world, what would you be, and why?"

you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the question, pressing your face into wade's side to stifle your giggles.

"what the fuck question is that, wade?' you laugh, looking up at him. you're close enough to be able to make out his face in the darkness, and he's looking down at you, a fond smile on his face.

he puts on a serious voice, stating sternly, "a very fuckin' serious one, princess."

you laugh, shaking your head, but you answer anyway.

"i'd be a cucumber, i think."

wade chuckles, and you feel it rumble in his chest as you lean into him.

"a cucumber, huh? why? 'cause you're cool as fuck?"

you laugh, nodding your head. "exactly, baby. y'know it."

he chuckles, taking another sip from his beer.

"what else've you got for me, wade-y?" you ask, tilting your head to look up at him. he puts a finger to his chin in thought.

"chocolate or vanilla?"

you laugh softly, looking at him with an 'are-you-serious?' expression.

"you know this already, doofus."

he puts his hands up in mock defence, "fine, fine. um... marvel or dc?"

you laugh loudly at this, stifling your giggles into wade's shirt again, shaking your head with a smile.

"..well... batman is the best super-hero, maybe ever.." you say trailing off, "but probably marvel, i guess, 'cos you're not dc, baby."

wade laughs, and you hear him mumble a playfully dejected, "fuckin' batman" to himself.

you laugh, leaning forward to pick the bottle of wine up off the coffee table, pouring yourself another tall glass of rosé. wade guzzles the last of his beer, setting it down next to the now empty wine bottle.

he leans back against the couch once again, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you back into him.

wade's hand slips beneath the fabric of your top, his hand gently rubbing the skin of your shoulder and the top of your arm.

"..last one, mm baby?" he says, continuing to caress your skin.

"what's one thing you wanna do with me that we haven't done yet?"

you almost scoff at this, knowing exactly what wade is trying to suggest. he's been trying to get you to let him fuck you up the ass for awhile now, but you'd always said no. so, you were gonna flip the script on him.

you pretend to think, eyebrows furrowing as you tap a finger to your chin in fake deep thought. you struggle to hide your smirk, stifling it by having a sip of your wine.

"hmm," you say, and your cheeks heat up as you go to speak, though you convince yourself its all the wine you've had, "..always wanted to try pegging, actually."

wade almost gives himself whiplash with how quickly he turns to look at you, your wine almost sloshing over the rim of your glass at his jostling.

"...wha-" he shakes his head as if trying to clear it.

"come again? this time in my ear?" he says, cupping a hand around his ear as though he didn't hear you.

you roll your eyes, playfully shoving wade's shoulder.

"i know you heard me, wade." you say, voice sounding bored, but your face shows your amusement, a smile poking at the corners of your mouth.

he takes a beat, looking at you and trying to figure out if you're serious or not.

"...you... you wanna... peg me?" he asks, his eye contact almost too intense as he speaks slowly.

"yes, wade." you say, matter-of-factly, "i know you did it with vanessa, and i wanna see what all the fuss is about. plus, maybe it'll finally shut you up." you throw that last part in as a joke, an attempt at disguising your obvious jealousy of vanessa knowing a part of wade that you didn't.

wade groans breathily, leaning his head forward to press into your boobs.

"..fuck, doll-face, why didn't ya' say something' sooner? y'tellin' me that i've been begging to fuck you like that, whole time you've wanted to do it to me?"

you nod, feeling sheepish the more the conversation continues. you feel your cheeks warm up, and quickly go to dismiss the idea.

"forget it... it's not--"

you're cut off by wade pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"who said i didn't want you to do it, hotstuff? fuck, can you imagine how hot that'll look? maybe we should record it."

you laugh, pushing him back by his shoulders.

"i think you're getting ahead of yourself a little bit, baby."

wade smiles, mostly to himself, and shakes his head in what seems like disbelief.

"i can't believe you wanna peg me," he mumbles, pressing a sloppy kiss to your pulse point. your breathe hitches, but you push him off.

"you asked me the question, wade!" you laugh, lightly shoving him off of you and leaning forward to put your wine glass on the coffee table.

wade gasps dramatically, holding a hand to his heart as you shove him off, albeit lightly.

"i did, didn't i?" he grins at you, "well... i can't deny the princess, can i? lets make the magic happen."

you giggle, not taking him seriously. he quirks an eyebrow at you.

"what? you don't think i'm man enough to handle it?"

he makes a show of flexing his arms and puffing his chest out.

"why don't we find out right now?"

wade jumps off the couch, grabbing your arms and pulling you up, leading you towards your shared bedroom.

you laugh softly, "baby! baby, wait... y'need to slow down," i laugh breathily, a twinge of excitement nestling in my stomach.

wade's already dragged you to the bed, and is in the middle of taking his sweatpants off, his t-shirt already discarded on the floor somewhere.

"y'gotta be like... warmed up first, right?" you ask softly, your cheeks turning pink slightly. wade coos.

"well... i mean... i can just heal, but..."

you cut him off, screwing your face up in disgust.

"what? wade, shut the fuck up. m'not just shoving a plastic dick up your ass with no preparation. i wanna do it properly."

wade's face softens at your words, and he leans forward to press a kiss to your lips before pulling his boxers down.

you know wade has a strap on, and he retrieves it from it's resting place amongst the rest of your sex toys in your wardrobe as you undress yourself.

wade turns around from the closet, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes in your naked body.

"fuck baby, y'so beautiful." he bites his lip, walking over and placing the strap on on the bottom of the bed.

you blush, shyly mumbling a thank you. wade laughs at your reaction.

wade must sense your uncertainty, and he throws you a bone.

"where d'you want me baby? on all fours on the bed?"

you nod, cheeks turning a deeper pink at the crassness of the situation. you take a deep breathe, putting the strap-on on and kneeling on the bed next to wade.

you spit into your hand, bringing it down to half-heartedly stroke his hardening cock. he groans, hips grinding into your hand softly.

"fuck, baby... don't stop.."

you pull your hand off at wade's words, reaching for the lube in the drawer of the bedside table. you squirt some onto wade's asshole, spreading it gently with your thumb.

wade lets out a deep breathe, burying his face into the pillows, muffling his moans as you slowly work your finger into him.

"s'this okay, baby?" you ask, unsure as you slowly press your lubricated finger into wade.

you don't get a reply, only breath moans as wade pushes back against your hand, "..please, baby... more..."

you shush him gently, working your singular digit deeper into him, curling it slightly.

wade lets out a soft groan, "..fuuck... just like that," he whimpers into the pillows, pushing his hips back to meet your finger.

"so good..so fucking good." he mumbles, and that spurs you on. wade already being fucked out from just one finger feeds your ego, making you feel more confident.

you rub his asscheek with your unoccupied hand, cooing a soft "relax, baby."

you hear him take a deep breathe, and his hole relaxes slightly. wade keens into your touch as you continue your soothing circles on his ass, quickening the pace of your singular finger.

"..please, princess.. more.." he whines, pushing his hips back to meet your finger.

deciding that he's stretched enough, you push a second finger into his asshole, scissoring the two to spread him open. you watch as wade's hips mindlessly buck forward, and you can see his pre-cum leaking onto the sheets.

wade cries out in pleasure, the sound muffled by the pillows. his hips buck forward as your second finger enters him, his body tenses at first, but he relaxes, whining softly as he pushes back to meet your hand.

"..fuuck, yes... jus' like that.." wade whimpers, shoving his face into the pillows beneath his head.

you rub soothing circles on his asscheek as you scissor your two fingers inside him, trying to loosen him up and prepare him for the strap-on.

"good boy, baby," you praise, caressing the curve of his ass as you move your fingers in and out of him at a quicker pace, "taking my fingers so well, yeah?"

wade nods frantically into the pillows, already too lost in pleasure to form coherent words. he pushes back to meet your hand, and you can feel his asshole loosening around your fingers as you scissor them open inside him.

you watch as his hole starts to relax and loosen around your fingers.

"m'gonna make sure you cum before i fuck you, kay baby?" you coo at him, your hand still rubbing your soothing circles on his skin.

wade whines as he moves his hips back to meet your fingers, nodding eagerly at your words.

"..y-yes... please... need t'cum.." he babbles from beneath you. you smile at his desperate voice, and begin to shove your fingers deeper into his ass, curling them up in search of his prostate.

at the same time, you reach the hand that was rubbing soothing circles on your ass around to stroke his cock, smearing his pre-cum down his shaft and swiping your thumb skilfully over the tip.

wade moans into the pillow, hips bucking into your fist, and you can tell by the way his length throbs in your hand that he's close. you fuck your fingers into wade with the same pace as you stroke his cock, watching as his hips stutter in uncertainty of whether to buck forward, or push backwards.

"c'mon, baby.." you murmur, squeezing your hand around his cock. the sensation of your fingers inside of him, and your hand tugging on his cock, is too much for wade to handle, and he strangles out a guttural moan into the soft pillows as he cums, his body tensing up as he empties himself onto your hand and the bedsheets beneath him.

you feel his asshole clench around your fingers as he shoves his face into the bed, his cock going soft in your hand as the last bit of his cum spurts out onto the sheets.

wade collapses onto the bed, spend and out-of-breath, his body relaxed and pliant, limbs heavy with post-orgasm bliss.

"mmm.. that was.. so good," he hums sleepily, burying his face into the soft pillows, "..now.. please.. need you inside me.." he whines softly.

you smile down at him, still seating on your knees on the bottom of the bed. you lean forward to capture wade's mouth in a soft kiss, rubbing his back soothingly.

"y'sure, baby?' you check in with him, wanting to make sure this was something he wants to do, though who were you kidding? wade was the freakiest person you knew, of course this was something he wanted to do.

wade lifts his head slightly, looking up at you through bleary eyes.

"..please, baby.." he whines softly, brows knitting together.

you smile at him softly, still rubbing his back soothingly, "m'kay, baby. get on your hands and knees for me, can you honey?"

he nods, slowly getting up and moving into position, his movements a little clumsy as his legs wobble from his previous orgasm. he rests his head back on the pillows, turning to look at you over his shoulder with a sleepy smile.

"like this, baby?" he asks, voice so small sounding that you can't help but coo at him.

you nod, smiling at him and affectionately rubbing the curve of his ass.

"good boy, honey." you praise, and wade's cheeks flush at your words, a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through hi as he bites back whatever noise of pleasure he was about to make.

"m'not a dog," wade mutters, causing you to scoff, laughing softly.

"no, y'not. what? you don't like being called a good boy, wade?" you ask, putting on a stern voice, though you're teasing him, having seen the way he bit his lip to stifle his noise.

his face heats up even more, if possible, and he lets out a small, embarrassed, whine.

"s-shut up.." he glares back at you, but there's no way of hiding the way his body reacts to your words, his heart racing and cheeks burning hot.

you laugh, almost cruelly, spreading lube down the length of the strap-on before lining up to wade's asshole.

"y'ready, honey?" you ask, voice soft as you rub his hip softly.

he takes a deep breathe from beneath you, letting it out slowly as he nods. he bites his lip, butterflies swirling in his stomach as he feels the cold lube against his skin.

"..y-yeah.. do your worst... or best?" he mumbles, looking at you over his shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.

you laugh softly, spreading his ass open with your hands before pressing the tip of the strap to your asshole.

"relax for me, baby.."

he takes another deep breathe, slowly letting it out as his body relaxes, his shoulders slumping forward slightly. you press the tip of the strap-on past the tight ring of muscles, and wade lets out a low moan, his fingers gripping the pillows tightly.

"..m-more..." he whimpers, pushing back against you.

you rub his ass soothingly as you slowly press into him. he whimpers and moans beneath you, his body tensing and relaxing in turns as he adjusts to the sensation.

he buries his face in the pillows, voice muffled as he begs for more.

"..please, baby.. s'good.."

you coo softly, pressing further into his tight hole as you continue your soft circles on his hips, "good boy, baby... takin' me so well.."

his cheeks turn pink at your words, and he pushes back against you, moaning as you bottom out inside him.

wade lets out a deep, shuddering moan as you fill him up completely, his body going tense and then relaxing as he adjusts to the sensation. he whimpers, and you can almost see the thoughts leaving his mind as you fuck into him with shallow thrusts.

"..oh, fuck... so good," wade mumbles into the pillows.

"such a good boy, wade," you coo, stilling your hips to let him adjust to the size of the strap-on inside him.

he lets out a low whine, shifting uncomfortably against the sheets, feeling empty and restless without your steady thrusts. he tries to push his hips back to meet yours desperately.

"..c-come on... keep goin'.." he begs, looking back at you over his shoulder, "..need it... n-need you.."

you tut, "barely fucked you, and you're already a mess, baby."

you begin moving your hips at a painstakingly slow pace. wade lets out a sharp gasp, his body writhing beneath you. he moans into the pillows, his hips moving back to meet your thrusts, your hands on his hips guiding him softly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles.

wade moans underneath you, jolting forward with every thrust you push into him with. you angle your hips up, searching for his prostate with every thrust.

you know you've found it when you hear a loud keen from wade, his face shoved into the pillows as he arches his back, as he moans loudly.

you keep your pace, angling your hips the same way over and over, feeling wade's thighs begin to shake as you rut into him. you squeeze your hands on his hips harshly, nails digging into the skin slightly.

he hisses beneath you, babbling nonsense as he whines incoherently. i continue my steady rhythm, relishing in the pretty noises slipping from your lips every time i thrust forward. i spit in my right hand, leaning forward and slipping my arm underneath you, wrapping my hand around your cock and tugging softly.

you feel wade's hips buck into your hand, listening to his soft whines as you skilfully swipe a thumb over his slit, smearing his pre-cum down his length as you continue the rhythm of your thrusts.

you tug at wade's cock, feeling his hip stutter with uncertainty of whether to buck into your hand or or push back against your thrusts.

"look at you, huh?" you tease meanly, slowing the drag of your hips, deliberately hitting the spot inside of him, over and over, "big, bad Deadpool, so fucked out by his little girlfriend he can't even form a thought."

you squeeze your hand around his cock, listening to him whine, babbling something that sounds like," ...f-feels so.. good..." into the pillows, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.

you know he's getting close, his length throbbing in your hand as you twist your fist around it, slamming your hips into him.

"c'mon, honey.. y'gonna cum for me?" you coo, thrusting into him harshly as he ruts into your hand, his high-pitched moans muffled in the cushions.

he whines, a gently, "u-uh huh.. m'gonna..."

you deliver a particularly harsh thrust to his prostate before you feel his body tense up beneath you, legs quivering as he groans into the pillows, back arched as his hips jerk into your hand, thick ropes of cum spilling out onto your hand and the sheets below him.

you slow your hips, gently fucking him through his orgasm, cooing soft words of praise as his body goes slack beneath you with a guttural groan. you rub soothing circles on his back as you slowly pull out of him, a soft whimper sounding from him at the loss of contact.

you take the strap-on off, discarding it on the dresser before crawling up the bed, slipping in next to wade. he instantly snuggles into you, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

"how'd i do, baby?" i ask gently, voice barely above a whisper as you lay against me with your eyes closed. i know you're not asleep because i can feel you tracing soft circles on the exposed skin of my upper thigh.

"so good, doll-face," he mumbles against your skin, "..fuck, i can't believe you didn't let me record that. y'know the numbers that shit would get on only fans?"

i laugh softly, shaking my head, "next time, baby -- maybe. m'not making any promises."

wade goes silent for a second, before asking, his voice soft, "did you like it? was it.. fun f'you?"

you pout at how cute he is, twisting your body beneath the sheets to face him.

"wade, i just got to shut you up for more than a minute, of course i loved it." you giggle softly, bringing wade's hand up to your mouth and kissing his knuckles softly.

"seriously, i had fun, wade. don't worry about that." you assure him when he gives you a pointed look, eyes softening as you press your lips to his knuckles.

wade smiles cheekily, pulling you into him, "well, if that's how you're gonna shut me up, maybe i should start talking more, huh?"

you give him a look, laughing, "are you sure that's even possible?"

he smiles, "remember what happened the last time you thought i couldn't do something?"

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[runawrites-blog]

Pegging Isn't New For Me, Friendo (Deadpool x Reader)

Summary: Pegging Wade always turns him into a whiney brat. (Gender-Neutral Reader) Word Count: 1,232 Warnings: SMUT (Minors Do Not Interact). Explicit Sexual Content. Pegging. Strap-Ons. No Y/N. No Pronounds For Reader but Reader uses a Strap-On to fuck Wade. A/N: I was inspired by that one line in the new Deadpool movie (see gif) but this doesn't contain any spoilers for the movie. Again, there are no pronouns used for Reader but if I messed up and used any tell me and I will change it. But again, Reader uses a Strap-On to fuck Wade, despite no depictions of the Reader's genitals. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58280992

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“Just put it in.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Pegging isn’t new for me, Babe.”

“I know but I still don’t want to hurt you. Let me prepare you for it.”

“I will heal just fine, come on!”

“I know you will but I still don’t want you to be hurt.” You said sternly, cocking an eyebrow up as Wade clicked his tongue petulantly. “Don’t be a fucking brat, Hon. You act like this every time we do this.”

“Because you always take hours to put your silicone dick inside of me.”

Wade complained but when you scissored the fingers you already had inside of him his complaints tempered off into a surprised moan. You gave him an affectionate smirk, pushing them in a little deeper and angling them in search of his prostate. It took you a moment but you knew you’d found it when at a particularly sharp thrust of your fingers Wade all but arched off the bed, gripping the sheets, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“Did that finally shut you up, Hon?”

“Sewing-- Sewing my mouth shut in 2009 wasn’t even enough to-- to permanently shut me up.” He chuckled breathlessly, grinding down against your lubed-up fingers. “I don’t think you’ll have any more luck.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“Maybe it would help if you-- Fuck, if you finally shoved that strapon inside of me.” He complained, squirming as you kept up your ministrations and fingered him slowly. “You know I’m not too proud to beg, either. Please, please fuck me. I need it!”

Rolling your eyes affectionately you leaned down to kiss him, drawing a surprised moan from him as he leaned up into the contact, biting down on your lip as you shoved a fourth lubed-up finger inside of him. You scissored them gently, relishing in the way Wade moaned against your lips, writhing underneath you and his head falling to the side to bury against the crook of his arm.

“Please, please put it in!” He panted out, arching off the bed when you once again hit his prostate. “I know you want to help the writer hit-- hit their word count but-- but this is torture!”

Rolling your eyes at his rambling you leaned down and kissed him, shutting him up for a few seconds as you angled your fingers to his prostate again. That got a moan out of him and when he arched off the bed once more, he looked at you pleadingly.

“Put it in, Babe. I’m ready. I need it.”

“Alright. Lie back and relax for me, Hon.” You instructed, stroking your free hand down his chest as you pulled the other one from inside of him, watching as he whined at the loss before forcing himself to relax. “Good boy, Wade.”

His high keening moan was music to your ears and you smiled softly as you secured your strap on around your waist, clipping it shut in the back before grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting a generous amount of it onto the dildo. Wade was watching you with bated breath, mouth agape and tongue poking out to lick his lips.

“Hold your left leg up for me, Honey.”

Wade scrambled to oblige, hooking his hand underneath his left knee and lifting it up to give you better access to his hole, his fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh. Gingerly, so as not to hurt him, you started sliding the strap-on inside of him and Wade’s mouth fell open, breathless gasps leaving his body until you bottomed out. He breathed a sigh of relief, nails digging into his thigh.

“Finally!”

“Impatient.” You joked softly, taking his free hand and bringing it to your mouth to kiss his knuckles. “Ready for me to move, Honey?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Smiling at his eagerness you began to move, starting off slow but quickly picking up your pace as Wade started begging you to do so. And when you hit his prostate again, this time with the strap-on and not your fingers, the filthy keening noise he made sent a shiver of lust down your spine. From there on, you kept aiming for that spot, quickly turning Wade into a moaning, drooling mess beneath you, babbling pleas for you to keep going. Even in this state, he couldn’t stop running his mouth and it made you smile a little.

When you saw that his leg was slipping from his grip you grabbed his ankle and hoisted his leg over your shoulder in one swift motion, making Wade’s eyes grow wide as he watched you. But his eyes didn’t stay on your face for too long because this position allowed for a whole new angle at which you could fuck into him, at which you could hit his prostate over and over again.

“Keep your leg there for me, Wade. Can you do that for me, Honey?”

“Yes, yes, yes. ‘Can do that.” He rambled on, nails forming crescent moons into his skin as he kept his leg over your shoulder with a little help of your hand on his ankle. “‘Can do that for you!”

“Good boy.”

“Fuck, so close, please. Please, keep going!”

“Can you come just from me fucking your ass?” You crooned, leaning forward to get closer to his face and give him a small smile. “Without touching your pretty dick? Can you do that?”

“Yes, yes, I can!”

You leaned back again, still smiling as you picked up your speed and fucked into him in earnest, every thrust aiming at his prostate and your hand clamping around the ankle of his leg that was still over your shoulder. Wade was moaning obscenely underneath you, back arching off the bed and his free hand grabbing onto the sheets. You could tell he was close, dick leaking pre-cum and his moans becoming more erratic.

“Come for me, Honey. Be a good boy for me, Wade.”

Your words, combined his a particularly well-angled thrust into his prostate sent him over the edge and he shouted out your name as he came, ribbons of white shooting over his exposed stomach as his hole clenched around your strap-on. His back arched so much it was hard for you to even fuck him through his orgasm but you managed, intent on drawing out his pleasure for as long as possible.

But when his moans turned into overstimulated whines you slowed your movements, bringing your hands down to gently stroke his hips as you pulled out of him. Wade whined at the loss but quieted down soon enough, letting his leg drop onto the bed and watching through half-lidded eyes as you lay down next to him. Gently, you began to stroke his chest, smiling down at him.

“Are you alright there? You’re very quiet.”

“Just got to catch my breath so I can keep on yapping.” Wade joked, turning onto his side, so he could rest his head on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m not written that much out of character. Give me a minute and I’ll be right back to talking your ear off.”

“Can’t wait.” You joked and wrapped your arms around him. “Do you need anything right now? Water or something to eat? A bath maybe?”

“All sound nice but later.”

“What do you need right now?”

“Hold me for a second.”

“That, I can do.”

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

Ok, Val, SAY IT WITH ME

Babygirl Deadpool with praise kink 🗣️🗣️

Bro's been dealing with pain all his life that he cries when the user is gentle with him (maybe some overstimulation too teehee 👉👈)

-🌹

" 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 "

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭! 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐁! 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐫 | 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 ·̩　　 ｡　☆　　　ﾟ ＊ 　 ｡*　　+　 　＊ 　･ 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖷-𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇? 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗒! 𝖲𝗈, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖷-𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝖫𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ����𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍-𝗎𝗉. 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖶𝖺𝖽𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺��𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖷-𝖬𝖾𝗇- 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒? 𝖶𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋- 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖶𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝐕𝐀𝐋 ' 𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ♥ been over a year now since this request... anyway, I did change it a bit up, hope you don't mind that rose, also, babygirl Deadpool with a praise kink 🗣️

𝐂𝐖: 𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 (𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽), 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 (𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌), 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 (𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍), 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀) 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑: 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖯𝖮𝖵! 𝖴𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 '𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗄' (𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌), 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺 '𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽', '𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿' 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 '𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁', 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽

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𝐩𝐨𝐞.𝐚𝐢 ★彡 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫.𝐚𝐢 ★彡

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[librababe99]

Kinktober Day Eight: Wade Wilson

Wade Wilson x Gender Neutral Reader | Sub / Dom & Lingerie |

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, Sub/Dom dynamics, oral ( M receiving), penetration

Summary: Wade submits to reader's control and ends up wearing black lace lingerie after some persuasion.

wc: 1.1K

| Day Seven | | Kinktober Masterlist | | Day Nine |

The dim glow of candles flickered against the walls, casting soft, wavering shadows in the room. The air was thick with a heady mixture of arousal and anticipation. Wade Wilson—mercenary, smart-ass, and current wearer of black lace lingerie—was sprawled out on the bed, his breathing erratic, skin prickling with a kind of nervous excitement that he wasn't used to.

You had to convince him at first, of course. He’d resisted, muttering sarcastic quips about how he wasn't exactly "lingerie material," but after some coaxing, a few teasing touches, and the promise of something more, Wade found himself unable to say no. And now, he was yours—entirely, utterly yours.

The lingerie fit him surprisingly well, the black lace clinging to his muscular thighs, hugging his body in all the right ways, the delicate fabric doing little to hide his growing arousal. You had taken your time dressing him up, your hands trailing over every inch of his scarred skin, your touch reverent and soft, as though you were worshiping him through every lingering caress.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Wade," you whispered, kneeling over him, your breath hot against his ear. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a low groan rumbling from his throat as you shifted your weight, settling just above him. "Look at you... in this lingerie. You have no idea what you do to me."

Wade's breath hitched as your hands traced the edge of the lace fabric, fingers grazing his hips, teasing but not giving in just yet. He opened his eyes, a flash of vulnerability in them that made your heart clench. Beneath the wisecracks and the bravado, Wade was raw, unfiltered—and right now, he was entirely yours to savor.

"Jesus... you make me feel..." Wade’s voice trailed off, too overwhelmed by sensation to finish. His muscles twitched beneath your touch as you leaned down, pressing your lips against the scars on his chest, your kisses deliberate and slow, as though each one was meant to heal something deeper than just skin. He shivered beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets beside him, fighting the urge to take control, to be the brash, overconfident Deadpool everyone expected.

But not tonight.

Tonight, he was letting you lead. Letting you dominate.

You continued to kiss him, your lips mapping out every inch of his body, lingering on the places you knew he was self-conscious about—the scars along his torso, the jagged lines of his past. Your mouth moved down, lower and lower, until you reached his thighs, the black lace framing his body like a work of art.

"Fuck... baby, you're killing me here," Wade rasped, his voice hoarse with need. His hands twitched, wanting so badly to touch you, but you had set the rules tonight. No touching until you said so.

"Shh, Wade," you soothed, your fingers dancing over the bulge straining against the lace. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was trembling beneath you, completely at your mercy. "Let me take care of you."

You pressed a kiss just above the waistband of the lingerie, then another, softer this time, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. He moaned, his hips bucking up slightly, desperate for more friction, more of anything you were willing to give.

"You look so good like this, you know that?" you murmured, tracing the outline of his cock through the lace with your fingertips. "So fucking good. And you're mine, Wade. All mine."

Wade groaned, his voice rough as he rasped, "Yeah, baby... yours. Only yours."

The sheer submission in his tone sent a surge of heat through your veins, and you couldn't resist any longer. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of the lace panties, slowly sliding them down his thighs, exposing him to the cool air. His cock was hard, straining and dripping with precum, the sight of him laid bare beneath you making your own arousal throb between your legs.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, the vulnerability in his gaze making this moment feel even more intimate. Wade—who could take a bullet without flinching, who laughed in the face of danger—was now trembling beneath your touch, his breath shallow as you wrapped your hand around him.

"Fuck, that feels... oh God," Wade groaned, his hips jerking up into your hand. You stroked him slowly, deliberately, savoring the way his body responded to you, every twitch and shiver a testament to just how much he wanted this—wanted you.

You leaned down, your breath ghosting over his length as you pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting the salty beads of precum that had gathered there. Wade moaned, his hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white as he fought the urge to take control, to guide your head down and beg for more.

But you were in charge tonight.

"You taste so good, Wade," you purred, your voice dripping with lust. You swirl your tongue around the head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch, until his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Wade's moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath you, completely undone by the sensation.

"Fuck, baby... please, don't stop," he begged, his voice strained, desperate. "I need you... please."

You pulled off him with a wet pop, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked up at him, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. "You like being worshiped like this, don't you?"

Wade's head lolled back against the pillows, a shudder running through him as he muttered a broken "Yes, fuck, I do."

"Good," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of his cock before taking him back into your mouth, your hand pumping what your mouth couldn't reach. Wade's moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath you, every inch of him completely at your mercy.

You could feel the tension building in his body, the way his hips were bucking up into your mouth, desperate for release. And just when you knew he was on the edge, ready to fall apart for you, you pulled back, leaving him panting and trembling, his cock twitching with need.

"Wha—baby, why'd you stop?" Wade's voice was a breathless whine, his eyes wide with confusion and desperation.

You crawled back up his body, straddling his waist as you leaned down to kiss him, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, "Because I want you to remember this moment, Wade. I want you to remember that you're mine. Always."

With that, you sank down onto him, taking him deep inside you in one slow, deliberate motion. Wade's hands finally broke the rules, grabbing your hips as he groaned your name, his head falling back as you began to move, riding him with a rhythm that was both torturous and perfect.

He was lost to you now, completely undone, and as you rode him, your hands running over his chest, his scars, his trembling body, you knew you had him. Wade Wilson was yours—in body, in mind, in soul.

And tonight, you would worship him until he broke.

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[sadistic-kitty5601]

FINALLY, THE SUB WADE (DEADPOOL) FANFIC IS HERE!!! FEAST!

Sorry I didn’t write for so long, I lost motivation :[

Wade had a huge crush on you. You're his Spidey, not every Deadpool had a Spidey, but he did, and you were that. He first saw you when you first debuted on the screen for saving a kid. Your perfect figure, that sexy voice...oh lord, he dropped the popcorn in his hands immediately, squealing, he needed to meet you IMMEDIATELY! So, next time you were on night patrol, he found you. At first, you were annoyed, and tried to ignore him, but you soon gave up, growing fond of his energetic and chaotic ways. You two became close friends, then started dating, then more, yadah yadah...

So, there you were POUNDING his brains out in his own bed! His face in the pillow, SCREAMING for dear life. Holy fuck your dick was so good, I mean, he loved your beautiful pussy, but GOD DAYUM, this shit was AMAZING.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I've been pegged before, but this is different! Have I said that yet!?" He yelled, gripping the sheets tightly as he pushed back to get some more of that girthy, long cock of yours, moaning loudly. "Fuck, baby, the whole neighborhood is gonna hear you-and…..and ooh fuck, you're so tight." You said as you bit your lip, gripping his hips. Thanks to his regenerative ability, he always stayed tight, which meant he'd always get that sweet feeling of being stretched, (If you remember my last post.😉) Tears rolled down his cheeks-and oh yeah! Did I mention this was the 3rd round? Cum trickled down his shaking thighs, your cum, that you filled him up with 3 TIMES.

Your huge dick rubbed against every spot inside him, the way your hips moved managed to hit his g-spot every single time, causing him to whimper in pleasure.

"Fuck—! Make me cum! Make me cum with your big cock! Like a dirty slut!" Wade screamed, burying his head in the pillow. "Harder?" You asked, panting, you were close too. "Yes! Do you have to ask?! Fuck me with no respect, baby!" He urged. You let out a breathless chuckle, a smirk spreading across your face. You suddenly rammed into him, bucking into him over and over again, forcing a surprised but pleased yelp. "Oooh yeah! Woo!" He yelled out as he writhed in pleasure. You groaned as you fucked his BRAINS OUT!

"God, I can feel you clenching around me." You growled out. "Mmm, you feel how my ass wants you? It's so tight! Sooo gooood!-Oh! Oh, I'm cumming!" Wade yelled, letting out a long, shaky mewl as he came again, his poor cock twitching. That's when he heard you moan, feeling your hot load filling him up, only making more seamen leak out. Fuck, it felt so good feeling your warm cum filling him up, it made him shake and whimper in pleasure. He let out a big sigh.

…

"One more round? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

[dxxdhood]

convince me

pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader

summary: deadpool forced me to write smut where the two of you act out the position you see in an,,,, ahem,,, erotic video.

tags: smut (18+), fingering, penetration, slight degradation, finger sucking, dom!wade wilson, sub!reader

wc: 1.2k

“Babe, listen, the mistake we made was going to White Castle sober.”

“Excellent defense, Mr. Wilson. You ever think about switching to a career in law?”

“Can’t, my tagline doesn’t transfer across professions. Calling yourself the Lawyer with the Mouth is like saying you’re the fanfic writer who’s horny.”

He manages to make you chuckle, as usual, even though you were supposed to still be annoyed about your frankly terrible dinner. But walking back into your apartment has you less inclined to hold grudges, somehow. It’s probably the promise of cuddling up in bed together. Either that, or it’s all the hilarious nicknacks Wade keeps dropping off in your living room. The fucked-up Pikachu plush where the eyes and cheeks are swapped is particularly getting to you.

“Wait for me in bed, alright?” you say.

“Oh?” Wade waggles his non-existent eyebrows. “Is this little cutie planning something?”

“Yeah, planning to spend an hour in the bathroom,” you shake your head and fail to hold back a smile. “Find us a good movie to watch while I’m out.”

.

To nobody’s surprise, you both end up on a site that starts in p and ends in hub.

“Nobody can get into that position,” your inner critic bursts out of you at the best of times. 

You can feel Wade smirking from where his face is tucked into your neck, cuddling you from behind. “Well, in the words of Clue 1985,” he runs a scarred hand down your waist. “Sure, they can. Let me show you.”

He nips at your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin of  your jaw. You exhale, trying to calm the burning sensation building in your gut, but you struggle to stay patient when he starts sucking a bruise into your collarbone. 

“Wade!” you gasp, trying and failing to stop your body from grinding your ass against him. He responds in turn, moving closer to you, his hard cock slowly rubbing against your ass.

He flips over, now perched on top of you and caging you in, arms on either side of your head as he kisses you. Every time he deepens the kiss, makes you feel like you’ll never want to come back up for air, he fucks with you by biting at your bottom lip or scratching his teeth against your gums. 

You bang your fists against the mattress a few too many times, understandably annoyed with his teasing, so Wade grips both of your wrists with one hand and holds them above you, plastering them to the headboard.

The action has you moaning into his mouth, and the bottom half of your body continues to move on its own, grinding against the air now. You feel so desperate, your face heats up thinking about how much of a mess you already are for him. Wishing he would close the new gap between your bodies, you arch your back off the bed, trying to feel more of his body against yours.

He giggles, watching you wriggle around. “Hold your horses there, cutie. We’re not even at the good part yet.” 

Wade brings a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You’re so thrown off by the sudden show of affection that you don't even process him slipping a rough finger into your mouth.

“Suck,” he commands. And something about Wade only using a single word when he’s usually so noisy has you whining as you circle his finger with your tongue.

His big brown eyes are glued to your lips, watching them worship his finger like he’s all you’ve ever wanted. Around the time you start bobbing up and down his finger, he slips it out of you and pats your cheek.

“Good baby, such a good slut for me,” he whispers as he slides your shorts and underwear off in one motion. He slicks up the finger and you with a small bottle of lube and carefully starts slipping into your entrance.

“What? Where’d you even–” you snap your gaze sideways to your bedside table, which is curiously unopened. 

He taps the front pocket of his pants, “Never leave home without it.” Did he really always have that in his pocket? At the fucking White Castle?!

He talks as he fingers you, pressing against your walls casually as if he isn’t making you lose your mind. “You look impressed, babe. Tell me you’re not impressed.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” you groan as he reaches deeper inside you, adding another finger and stretching you further.

“As you wish,” he pumps his fingers at a faster pace, gripping your hip with one hand and bringing his face to your chest so he can lick at a nipple. A spark shoots down your spine and you can feel him chuckle as your body starts to shiver.

His fingers are pounding against your insides. You can feel yourself throbbing around him, clenching and wanting more, so he adds a third finger and fucks you at a punishing pace. You bite your own lip to keep back what was going to be an embarrassing moan, but he nips at your nipple and you let out a small shout.

Just as he finally starts reaching at that spot in you that has you seeing stars, he slips his fingers out. You're going to berate him for throwing you off just as the pleasure was building, but he already has his cock placed at your entrance, so close to sliding in.

“You ready?” he whispers, and you nod so quickly you think you may have pulled a muscle.

 He releases a breathy moan as he slides all the way in you, reaching right where you need him but still stubbornly not giving it to you.

“Wade, move!” you cry. He responds by smacking your ass and pulling you into his lap. You’re seated on his thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of you. The position has you feeling so much closer to him, like he has free reign to stroke every part of you.

You grip onto his shoulders and try to interlock your ankles together to help you hold onto him as he pumps his cock into you faster. Wade moans so deep it sounds like a growl and you clench around him at the sound.

“Fuck!” he cries before kissing you, harshly making out as his hips continue to piston inside you. You can feel the vibrations of his moans against your own mouth, and it’s enough to make your muscles twitch around him again.

“Shit, Wade,” you whisper. “I’m going to–”

“Yeah, babe?” he says in between kissing you. “Go, do it. Come for me.”

You rip away from his mouth and release with a moan, your entire body burning as you quiver around his cock. He leans his head into your neck and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he comes, filling you so completely you never want him to leave. 

You finally come down from your orgasm and relax in his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Wade is still panting, but he keeps kissing across your face, smiling when you reciprocate and kiss his forehead. 

“You’re making every thought that passes through my head sound like an ABBA song,” he whispers, eyes closed.

“That might be the closest thing to a love confession I’ve gotten out of you.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Yes! Wolverine & Deadpool having a brat off? Both sub brat bottoms competing for reader? Maybe ending up in a 3way relationship

Logan Howlett x Cable variant male reader x Wade Wilson

Headcanons

I like cable, so, cable variant reader. i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope yall enjoy.

You were a variant of cable, that much was clear when Logan and Wade first met you in the void. The mechanical eye and arm were a pretty clear tell.

And Wade, already knowing his own Cable, immediately started squealing and trying to jump at you to hug you and kiss you all over in the way Deadpool is known for. Of course you throw him off you, maybe even shoot him once or twice, because who wouldn’t.

You and Logan were both pretty gruff guys, with pasts of your own that made you that way, where Wade was just his annoying self. It helped keep everything less tense though, especially in the fight against Cassandra.

In the end, you somehow got dragged along to the big fight, and you being a cable variant got different versions of Deadpool to start fawning over you during the whole fight sequence with them.

After it all was done and over with, you also got dragged along to Wades timeline. You were different enough to his cable to fit in without the universe ripping itself apart, and what could you say, you had grown to like these two, as much as you butted heads.

Blind Al was immediately against both you and Logan moving in, since there was barely any room at all. She did appreciate you being able to cook though, and the fact that you could jump across time to get her cocaine from the future.

In the end, Wade, Logan and you move out together after taking different jobs, and getting paid by the TVA to deal with variants making their way into this universe. You bring Mary poppins obviously.

You couldn’t tell when it all got romantic, neither could Logan and Wade honestly. You all lives together, and you'd left Wade in charge of getting beds, like the idiots you were. And of course he got one of those Alaskan king beds

Wade pouted and whined about how you were both so hairy, and how he was hairless all over so of course he needed to cuddle between you and Logan for warmth. It resulted in some fighting, Wade getting impaled by Logans claws, and you scruffing them both to pull them apart like scrabbling cats.

In the end you guys keep the bed though, and end up sleeping together with you in the middle. Logan has a preference to sleep on your mechanical arm, since he can’t break it easily, and wade just likes to tuck himself as deep into the crook of your arm as possible, always moaning about man stench and how nice and hairy you are.

That always results in you rolling over so your backs towards him, deciding to just spoon Logan instead. And yes, you do notice the little cocky smirk on Logan's lips when you do it, especially when he makes sure Wades watching. Its only when Wade starts rolling on the bed whining like a shot dog that he’s so cold and lonely that you roll back over to let him cuddle against you again.

Logan isn’t the most affectionate guy in the beginning, where Wade is too much. Its clear to you that they’re both acting like this as a defense mechanism, and it takes a long time for you to work them both to a place where they’re more comfortable.

You aren’t too shocked that Logan and Wade both turn out to be cuddlebugs, Logans just a lot grumblier and more catlike about it, where Wade is more like an over excited puppy slobbering all over your face, because he got the bright idea to try and lick your mechanical eye.

What you hadn’t expected was for them both to be so… damn… bratty…

Wade you could see, hell, it was even expected. It didn’t even take him an hour after meeting for him to bend over too much and grind back against you and giggle like a schoolgirl about it. Logan had been a bit of a shock though.

You had assumed you two would need to duke it out for dominance like a pair of bears for territory, but after getting him comfortable, Logan just rolls over and shows his stomach. It left you scratching your head a bit, but you weren’t gonna turn him away, who wouldn’t want to top Logan?

Him acting bratty was an experience though, the first few times. Where Wade was bratty in the way where hed show off way too much, wearing tight clothes or rubbing on you, teasing you any chance he got. Logan was brattier in the way that made you want to throw him over your knee and smack some sense into him, with the nonorganic hand you had.

He started scratching at furniture, leaving your boots and weapons all over the apartment, using up all your leather grease and leaving the tin empty in your toolbelt. It was like he was trying to see which buttons he could press and which he couldn’t.

Maybe it was because of your mind powers, but you could feel the, whatever it was, brewing in the air, growing thicker each day. It got to the point where Wade and Logan mixed up their methods. How the hell were you gonna focus on your guns when Logan was flaunting around in nothing but a way too small towel, and Wade was making a damn mess in the kitchen he wasn’t gonna clean up?

Logan was the first to pick up when they’d gone too far, since hed been hypervigilant about your scent since they started rocking the boat. But Wade very quickly paid attention when you put your, unpolished still, boots on and got up.

They’d both tensed up when you turned your two different eyes towards them, the tech eye flaring in a way they both knew meant business. They were both left floundering though, as you grabbed your jacket and told them to get ready for when you came back, and you just… left.

Both Wade and Logan were lost about that, both expecting you to bend them both over and make them regret how far they had pushed you, but instead they could just hear your heavy boots stomping down the hallway and out the apartment building.

Neither of them were too well behaved, but they were smart enough to at least get naked and prepped, and maybe they helped each other, though it was mainly Wade riding Logans fingers and whining like he was wounded the entire time.

A good hour passed before you came back, smelling like the cigarettes you smoked when you needed to do a more serious hit. Logan could also smell alcohol on you, but nowhere near enough to mean you were drunk. You had clearly just let them be to make them anxious.

Wade got whiny and grumbly when you undid your belt and freed yourself, just tilting your head in their direction as if to say “you gonna apologize to me?”. Logan, being the smarter of the two, and wanting to be first, was quick to crawl towards you and wrap his lips around your shaft.

Wade, seeing this, immediately started complaining and crawling over, trying to lap at whatever Logan couldn’t fit in his mouth, which wasn’t a lot, seeing as Logan didn’t want Wade to get any of you so he pushed his throat to the max.

As they fought for your cock, you just leaned back to watch, and unamused expression on your face as if it was the most boring blowjob you had ever gotten. Even as Wade swapped to lap at your sack instead, since Logan was hogging your cock.

You do end up fucking them both senseless, your telekinetic powers coming in handy to hold the one you weren’t shoving face first into the floor still. It also helped you keep Wades mouth shut, since he became even more of a motormouth with you inside him.

Of course, you also made Wade lick up the drool puddle he made on the floor, as well as making them both lick up the other messes they made. As a treat you let them eat your loads out of each other, because yes, you could be nice.

You weren’t though, so, even as Wade whined and complaining and Logan grumbled and scowled, you used your powers to cage them both up. If they were gonna be such brats, then they didn’t deserve to touch themselves, each other, or be touched by you.

And with the restriction being made from your mind powers, and you being so powerful, you could keep up with it even when asleep. And it wasn’t like they could just pull it off.

It led to even more bratting for the next couple of weeks, both of them acting out in their own ways about the punishment. But you just end up lengthening the period of your punishments, and adding more stuff on top of it.

Surprisingly its Wade that gets taken out of it first, since he could be good when he wanted too, and Logan has a tendency to be extremely stubborn. To no one’s surprise, Wade gloated the entire time he was allowed to ride you, taunting Logan that he wished it was him, but it wasn’t.

You did have to spank him for that one, but Wade didn’t seem to mind that much.

When you finally let Logan out, he’s on you in a second, whinier than you’re used too and rocking in your lap, more desperate than he’s been in years.

After all this you know their good behavior will only stick for a month or two before they’re back to it. you won’t complain though, since you love it. you act like you hate it, but that’s just part of the game, and seeing them compete makes your heart (and your crotch) full. And you all know that they enjoy the punishments too.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ mad with need ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ you want him so bad that you feel like you’re going crazy so he indulges you┊3.0k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: smut!! dom logan & sub reader┊x wade wilson too, age gap, dirty fantasies from a horny reader (who is actually insecure about herself), size difference, no prep we’re dying like nicepool, riding & unprotected piv, breeding/creampie, a bit rushed i need this out my wips

➤ author's note: okay so this is actually the very first logan fic i started, but i have no idea why it took me so long to finish it? it’s a bit all over the place, but i hope some people enjoy anyway!

has he realized you were there and simply testing your self-control, or is he just being so effortlessly sexy again that you aren’t sure if you’re in love or jealous? was there any other reason for him to be laid out on the beat-up couch like something to feast on when he was simply holding a bottle of liquor in one hand to sip on and flipping through the channels of a barely-working box television with a remote in the other? why else would he be so delectable around a known pervert(s, wade is just as bad as you are, just more focused on the possible destruction of his home rather than the pansexual panic between you and logan plaguing him) if not to tempt you?

you’re constantly fawning over the sight of him and letting out dreamy sighs which have become more common lately than you would like to admit, swearing that you could gaze upon him for every second of the day and not tire of it. they say “god gives his most difficult battles to his strongest soldiers”, yet the battle assigned to you is restraining yourself from pouncing on him at the very moment and begging to suck his cock. you know that you’re horny most hours of the day and also kinda a brazen whore, but the way he makes you wet in record time should be worthy of a gold olympic medal.

every time his lips wrap around the rim of the glass bottle, you can’t help but imagine them somewhere else. the image of his handsome face between your legs and scruffy facial hair coated in your slick while he ravishes you haunts your mind whenever you try to sleep, yet the phantom sensation of his tongue on you while his nose stimulates your clit helps you rest in the end. you bet that he would be great at eating pussy too, with his sharp tongue and arrogant attitude— god. 

he’s also so jacked that even when he’s resting, his muscles still seem to bulge with prominent veins like a nurse’s wet dream and it has you downright drooling. now that the sleeves of his suit were gone, you could see how beefy his arms were, and seeing any inch of his skin had you acting up like a victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time. he could probably crush your skull like an egg if you ever found yourself head-locked in them (you’ve seen him do it to wade out of irritation, and you’ve never been so jealous).

and not to mention how peggable his shapely ass is, there’s really no limit to all the things you want to try with him if you were given the chance—

“are you finished staring?” his gruff voice brought you back to reality, refocusing your vision as he made a slight gesture to his body with one of his rare smirks, “like what you see?” it’s a rhetorical question, he knows how good he looks despite his age and you have already made your attraction towards him well-established. 

you don’t need to say anything, he can tell what you’re thinking as clearly as day, so you don’t bother making any dirty remarks like usual and just walk out the room. you paced around the house for a minute or two to calm yourself down until you eventually ran into wade. “oh my god,” you cupped your face with your hands, eyes becoming big and round as if you were going to cry, “i want him so bad, i feel like i’m gonna lose my mind if i don’t fuck him!”

“well, why haven’t you? i know for a fact that my presence isn’t enough to stop you from climbing him like a tree, so spill it!”

“uhhhh,” you pointed your fingers together to exaggerate self-consciousness, “what if… what if he doesn’t like me and just sees me as some annoying, excessively horny kid?”

“can you believe this bitch?” he scoffed, looking at the invisible audience that was always watching before grabbing your shoulders and violently shaking you, “listen here missy, he definitely likes you— i have yet to see that man smile at anything else that isn’t your face and comments that rival jjk twitter fans in vulgarity! why are you suddenly getting cold feet now when you’re such a player? you’re suddenly screaming, crying, and throwing up over peanut whom you’ve been hitting on non-stop since we found him?!”

“i don’t know! it’s different, he’s my hero, and— i know it’s hard for you to believe, but he’s not even half the asshole my previous flings were. besides, he so fucking hot—”

“yeah, but he’s also so fucking old— his dick is probably all shriveled up—” the sound of the said man clearing his throat made him jump out of his skin, slowly turning his head to look at the older man before giggling nervously and waving his hands around in some form of awkward greeting. even if he can regenerate and wounds are more like papercuts, the last thing he wanted was to get stabbed in the balls by his adamantium claws again for making such a comment. “ahaha, how much did you hear…?”

“enough,” he grunted, turning his attention to you, “and you’re coming with me.”

“huh—?” there was hardly a moment for you to properly react before he suddenly bent down to grab you by the waist and toss you over his shoulder, “you’re not even gonna ask me to dinner first?!” you must have looked like a fish out of the water with how your mouth was agape with surprise, and you heard him genuinely chuckle in amusement. both from the fact that you didn’t see this coming after all you’ve been saying to him as well as the fact that he could pick you up and throw you around like you weighed nothing.

“well, you didn’t exactly greet me with a ‘hello’ before shamelessly undressing me with your eyes when we first met, now did you?” you couldn’t see if he was smiling or not considering that you were upside-down. the current angle only gave you a close-up view of his perfect ass (not that you were complaining, you need to know his squat routine), unsure if the heat on your face was from the embarrassment of him calling you out or simply from the blood rushing to your head.

“what about me? are you lovebirds really going to leave me all by myself, lonely and yearning for the companionship of another while you two fuck like rabbits?”

“ahh, go fuck yourself.” the grin on his face dissipated the moment he opened his mouth, but it wasn’t enough to ruin his mood as he carried you away to the closest bedroom available, quickly flinging you on the bed without a bother to be careful when handling you since he knew that you could and have taken worse as deadpool’s sidekick. “why are you so nervous? think i don’t want you as much as you want me?”

“wait, actually?” your usually confident facade of the overly forward flirt was faltering more and more by the second.

“you’re so busy ogling my body that you haven’t even noticed the way i look at you, huh?” it’s obvious logan was an absolute beast of a man, but when he cages you with his arms between his bulky frame and the mattress, you feel like a little field mouse against a lion. the way your pupils dilate as you look up at him with adorned excitement has him so fucking feral, heat stirring in his stomach and blood rushing to his cock. he traced over your outfit, admiring how the skin-tight leather hugged your curved. “wearing such a slutty little things that leaves nothing to the imagination, and you expected me not to think about pinning you down and fucking you until you pass out?”

you shivered at his words, arousal pooling in your underwear and warmth spreading throughout your body under your skin. this cheeky son of a bitch can smell it too, the sweet smell of desire, sensing how needy you are for his touch and how your pussy is just begging for his attention. 

as much as he wanted to rip your clothing off and pound into you like there was no tomorrow, he wanted to take his time to properly treasure the cute sidekick who has been reminding him how it feels to be a man again, young and unafraid to pursue the woman of his dreams and treat her right the way that countless of others failed to do. (you’re going to laugh hysterically at him later on down the line when you hear him say that, never thinking you could be the object of anyone’s affection past a one-night stand, but the look in his eyes makes you realize he’s telling the truth and you’ll get all flustered over it.) 

you can taste the alcohol from earlier when he kisses you and moan into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, all teeth, tongue, and animalistic want. he ran a hand down your torso to reach the zipper of your suit, undoing it in one swift motion, exposing your bare chest to his eager eyes.

“no bra?”

“i don’t need it when the suit— ah!” 

he cut you off, not caring about the intricacies of how the costume supported everything when he would only get distracted, moving his lips to take one of your perk nipples in his mouth and sucking like it was going to give him milk or something while pinching the other one in between his fingers. he’s like a kid on christmas playing with his new toy: palming at your breasts, cupping and squishing them together, and realizing that his large hands could practically cover them entirely.

“fuckk, you’re so pretty, doll,” he drawled, letting go of your teat with a ‘pop’ and kissing your neck before making you gasp by sinking his teeth into your skin. you gasped at the sudden sensation, deep enough to leave a lasting indent but not deep enough to draw blood, as he soothed the fresh wound by licking it with his tongue. everyone was going to know that you were his, especially that motherfucker he knows is listening in on the other side of the door with his cock in his hands.

 “logan…” you rasp, voice barely above a whisper.

“what is it, princess?” it was a nickname he has used plenty of times, yet it felt completely different in such a sexually charged situation, so much more intimate in a way that you feel your heart racing even faster than before and a rush of energy within. 

“need you…” you murmured.

“come on, a little louder, you need to use your words.” 

“fucking hell,” you covered your face with your hands, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burned, “i need you, logan! i’m gonna go crazy if you don’t fuck me right now!”

“hm, is that so?” he had been resting on his side up until now, laying on his back and lifting you up with both hands under your arms. you found yourself sitting pretty in his lap, straddling him, legs on either side of his waist. “why don’t you work for it then? work for what you wanted so badly this entire time?”

you inhaled sharply, looking down at this fine specimen of a mutant under you made of pure muscle and adamantium with a noticeable tent in his pants, a cocky grin gracing his features daring you to continue. only a fool wouldn’t take up his challenge. biting the inside of your mouth, you began to fully strip yourself of all clothing, kicking it off to the side to be forgotten and showing off your beautiful bare body that logan has been dreaming about since the moment he met you. “take your clothes off too,” you huffed, “it’s not fair for me to be the only one naked.”

he hummed in agreement, taking off the upper half of his yellow and blue-detailed suit, revealing his rippling abs and pecs— age has yet to make a dent in his physique, he doesn’t even look real. he’s not going to remove the bottom half though, both because you’re already on top of him and because you still need to “work for it.” 

experimentally, you rolled your hips on his bulge, feeling a twinge of amusement when he visibly had to clench his jaw to prevent a moan from slipping out. he’s just as pent-up as you are, no matter how hard he’s trying to hide it right now. you fiddled with the metal of his zipper for a moment before pulling it down, motions fidgety with nerves yet still determined to see this through. 

your eyes widen at the sight of his fully erect cock, noting instantly that he’s bigger than any other guy you’ve been with, yet still feeling your mouth water at the size and the vein trailing its underbelly. “is it even going to fit?” you manage to breathe out, reaching out to run a finger over the leaking tip and hearing him hiss.

“only one way to find out, but i think you can take it.” 

placing your hands on his shoulders for balance, you put his theory to the test and raised your body to sink yourself onto him, whimpering at the pleasurable stretch when you manage to make it past the tip. you’re so fucking soaked from your own thoughts and the few minutes of foreplay earlier that you didn’t even need his fingers to prep you, just using your slick as a form of natural lube and feeling him slip into you inch by inch.

“that’s it, doll, just like that,” he praised, the words going right to your head, really enjoying the show of you struggling to take all of him.

“mmhh, lo—” his name came out in a more whiny voice than expected with your eyes rolling back and nails raking into his skin. your thighs were aching with the constant repetitive motion of working yourself up and down his cock, taking one step back for two steps forward, more than halfway there yet unsure if you could handle it all when you felt so impossibly full already.

“shhh, i know, i know, sweetheart— just take your time, i’m not going anywhere.” his words are so sweet despite being a complete asshole by laying back and letting you do all the hard work, hands behind his head and everything while watching his cock slowly disappearing between your folds.

you look at him through glossy half-lidded eyes, brain turned to absolute mush, not even realizing that you had finally taken him to the base and was comfortably nestled on his cock. it took a few moments to adjust to his girth, breathing heavily with the swelling feeling of satisfaction developing within you. you have barely even started, and yet it was already so much better than anything else— he was so much better than anyone else. 

“you okay?” he waits for you to blink to process his words before nodding slightly, letting out a soft ‘yeah’ before your eyes went wide when he suddenly grabbed your waist and positioned you under him once again. you didn’t notice because you went dumb with dick (to put it bluntly), but he had been restraining himself from flipping you over to be on top or trying to buck his hips into you before you were ready. 

he then started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, your hands flying up to his biceps and clinging on for dear life to find purchase. there was no frame to go with this mattress you were resting on, but you were sure it would be banging against the wall until it broke if it was there. your eyes were screwed shut with your head thrown back into the pillow, letting out pathetic pitched moans along with stutters of his name as the orgasm in your stomach builds.

“aah, lo-logan!”

“don’t worry, i got you,” he lazily circled your clit with his thumb, feeling you clench even more tightly at the action, “just let yourself go, relax— cum for me, doll.”

you cried out as your climax washed over you, gushing all over his cock and the pants of his suit that neither of you bothered to take off earlier. it’s a shame that you ruined his clothing so soon when he just got this costume, but honestly, he likes it a lot better when the yellow is stained with the evidence of how good he made you feel.

the way your walls spasmed around him made him quickly follow suit, shooting ribbons of his seed into you and painting your insides white. perhaps he would have been able to hold on for a bit longer when he was younger, but he can’t find himself caring in the least when you were looking up at him like he was everything right now.

he leaned down to kiss you, slowly pulling out of you, being careful not to rest on top of you and crush you under his weight, generally being uncharacteristically sweet towards you in stark comparison to how he was rocking your world like you were the last two souls on earth just a minute ago.

“so… do you like me?” it was the tone he grew accustomed to when you and wade were teasing him, feeling you wrap your arms around him with a sigh and snuggling into his chest.

“yeah… i like you a lot more than you think…”

[candymothster]

‎‎ 💋Kinktober 2024🍒‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎

EXTREME NSFW WARNING!! MDNI!!

A/N: I am starting VERY late for this year's kinkober! But here is my 2024 masterlist this year! I can't wait to work on this big writing project! Can ya’ll also figure out what special interest I’m into again?

All fics will be posted on both Tumblr and AO3 with respective links.

Edit: Please let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist!

Buy Me A Kofi❤️️ My AO3 Acc❤️️Masterlist❤️️

Day 1 Breast Worship - Scott Summers X Reader Post|AO3

Day 2 Double Penetration - young!Charles Xavier x Reader x young!Erik Lehnsherr

Day 3 Public Sex - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Day 4 Sensory Deprivation - priest!Matt Murdock x Reader

Day 5 Bondage - Eddie Brock x Reader

Day 6 A/B/O Heat/Rut - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 7 Virgin - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 8 Cock Warming - Charles Xavier x Reader

Day 9 Praise Kink - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 10 Overstimulation - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 11 Knife Play - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 12 Sex Toys - Remy LeBeau x Reader

Day 13 Aftercare - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Day 14 Candle-Wax Play/Temperature Play - Bobby Drake x Reader

Day 15 Glory Hole - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 16 Cock Worship - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Day 17 Dom-Sub - Remy LeBeau x Reader

Day 18 Cock ring/Plugs - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 19 Mirror Sex/Masturbation - Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

Day 20 Threesome - Logan Howlett x Reader x Scott Summers

Day 21 Monsterfucking - werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader

Day 22 Thigh Riding/Fucking - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Day 23 Breeding - Hank McCoy x Reader

Day 24 Somnophilla - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Day 25 Non Con/Dub Con - Victor Creed x Reader

Day 26 Pegging - Remy LeBeau x Reader was

Day 27 Hate Fucking/Angry Sex - Scott Summers X Reader

Day 28 Impact Play - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 29 Hunter-Prey - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 30 Sex Pollen - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Day 31 First Time - Warren Worthington III x Reader

Top Divider By @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Rose Divider by me :)

[avocado-writing]

Wade Wilson x Reader

Wade x Sweet Reader

Girls' Night

Pegging*

Fictional Crushes

Reader Who Forgets Things

Mileena!Reader

Wade Finds Out You're A Mutant

Fucking in the Suit*

Logan Howlett x Reader

say you'll remember me* ♥ & pt 2 everything stays but it still changes*♥

Morning Sex*

Taking Your Undies*

Logan Proposing*

Weather Detector

Chains

Lingerie With His Name on It*

Comforting

cutman* ♥

Broken People*

The Place Where The Pages Meet* ♥

Sub!Logan*

Shy!Reader

Taking Care of Him During a Rut*

Worst Wolverine Finds His Wife!Reader Again

Logan With a Newborn

Somno with Old Man Logan*

Pussy Drunk*

Calling you Daddy*

Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson

Sharing You*

Dp & W Taking Your Virginity*

Making Wade Watch*

Top 5 Kinks*

Sunshiney Reader Comes Home Sad & pt2

Eiffel Tower*

Saving You & pt2

Patching Them Up

Pegging HCs*

Stopping Mid-Sex*

Swimsuit

Car Fight* ♥

Pregnancy Headcanons

Reader Hurt During a Fight

Sick Reader

Reader Who's Secretly Kinky*

Goth!Reader*

Spanking*

Logan in Panties*

You & Wade Looking after Logan in a Rut*

Shy!Reader Gets Irritated

Wade's Label Maker

Sex Pollen* ♥

Birthday*

Various Prompts:

smut prompts x x x x x x x

Reader Who Has a Kid

Kinktober 2024*

cuddling prompts x

quiet acts of love prompts x x x x x x x x

[baka-bakeneko]

Sharing Nicely - Logan Howlett [Wolverine] x Wade Wilson [Deadpool] x F!Reader

tags: NSFW, MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, deadpool and wolverine are "playfully" territorial, platonic massage, more throuple vibes, playful costuming, deadpool is a bratty sub, movie accurate Logan Howlett attitude, Logan Howlett is an animal, service dom Logan Howlett, mean dom Logan Howlett, submissive Wade Wilson, guided oral, sharing the bowl, definitely more knifeplay [?], edging, wolvie-style, kneeling sex, j*ck off show, praise kiiiink, Wade is a good boy, wrap it before you tap it psa, cre*mpie, c*m decorations, slight aftercare

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: You try to give Logan a massage, but Wade wants attention too.

a/n: i gave myself good brain scratches with the last fic so imma write some more until i tire myself out; call me obsessed.

You pushed your palms up under Logan's shoulder blades, admiring the bristled hair that decorated along his back. He released a heavy growl out in the direction of the headboard, wedging the pillow he was relaxed again further under his chest.

"Fuuuuck, that's good," Logan grit, turning over his shoulder to smirk. "Keep doing that."

You smiled down at your boyfriend, raising up on your knees to knead into his sides. "Tell me if I hurt you?"

Logan shook his head, dropping his face into the mattress with a deep groan. You bit into your bottom lip, pulsing your fingers against his hot skin before trailing down to squeeze his lovable handles.

He stretched his back, grinding his teeth in a low growl. "Harder, babe. Right there."

Your heart rushed at his utterance, catching your breath as you rolled your hips forward at the tops of thighs. Following his direction, you pressed into his lovable handles, kneading into the stiff muscle there and earning his version of a whimper.

"God fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to the mattress to release his soft noises.

The door creaked open to Wade peeking his nose into the doorway. His head tilted into the room, catching your attention.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked cheekily, earning your grin at him. "You peggin'?"

You giggled at him, lifting onto your knees to press into Logan's back again. Logan lifted his head and snapped his glare back at Wade.

"Get out," he huffed.

"What about me?" Wade pouted teasingly, stepping into your room.

"Go fuck yourself," Logan retorted, turning his head back to the headboard.

"That's not as fun," Wade said, hopping onto the empty side of the bed and stretching out. "Come on, baby, come rub on me a little."

You laughed again, playfully rolling your eyes as Wade's hand grazed up your knee. "I'll make it worth your while if you make my banana cry."

Logan grunted, turning his head at Wade. He wormed his arm out from under his pillow and not-so-playfully jabbed Wade in the side.

Wade grimaced through his grin at you, baring his teeth in a smile seconds before Logan's claws found their way into his side. You looked plainly between your two men and shook your head.

"Are you two fighting over me?" You asked teasingly.

"No," Wade coyly said, sparing a glance over to Logan.

"Yes," Logan grit, retracting his claws and shaking the blood over Wade's side. His hand reached back to caress your knee, up to your thigh before his pinkie finger tempted under your shorts. "Stay on me, bub."

Wade mocked Logan. "Bub, come rub on me. Or I'll rub on you. Eat you out, turn you over. Whatever you want."

Logan's nostrils flared over at Wade, his hand leaving you to clamp over his throat and squeeze. You tapped at Logan's bicep for him to release Wade.

"Babe, relax," you said, taking Logan's hand back to your thigh. You looked over to Wade. "Not right now, Wade."

Wade deflated, pulling his arms behind his head to watch you. "That's fine, I like watching you two."

Logan snarled, which was cut short with the heels of your palms baring into his back, grazing down with a heavy pressure. He groaned, his pitch heightening the further you got down.

You punctuated with a deep press into the small of Logan's back, earning another soft whimper.

"Wow, can I try?" Wade asked, reaching over to touch Logan's back.

Logan's top lip peeled back, growling in a fashion that you felt in your core. You rolled your hips against the backs of his legs again, leaning forward to playfully nibble at Logan's earlobe.

"Relax. Wade's just playing. Aren't you, Wade?" You asked, raising your brows at Wade.

He recoiled his hand, bored at the turn of events. You smirked at him, returning your attention to Logan. "Better?"

Logan rolled his head against the mattress, lifting his head at your unsharp teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Be better if you were naked."

"That's what I'm saying!" Wade added, pouting his bottom lip out at you.

You shook your head at the two men on the bed; you reached out and playfully mushed Wade's face away. The one time they came together on an idea, let it be your men.

"Grab the body oil," you said casually to Wade, instructing him on a quick hunt.

You watched as Wade scrambled off the bed, his lack of brows raised in excitement. "Okay! Let me grab your nylon thong and crop top too!"

You scoffed amusedly at Wade as Logan raised his head to look back at you. "Are you really gonna wear that?"

"No," you drew out, looking down at your attire. The spaghetti strap crop tank and free flow shorts doing the same job.

"Would you wear it for me?" Logan raised a brow curiously. You smirked down at your boyfriend, pressing into the middle of his back and earning his groan.

"If you wear a leather jacket."

Logan's face metered out, his brows evening before smirking. "If Wade comes back with it, I'll wear the jacket when we go out."

He turned onto his side, making you raise up on your knees for him to roll on his back. You pursed your lips in thought as Logan played at the hem of your shorts, just as Wade rushed back in with his arms full.

He panted, dropping his finds onto the bed like a proud puppy. You and Logan looked over at Wade's finds: a bright red nylon thong, his old x-force training crop shirt, and a bottle of body oil.

Glancing from Wade to Logan, both of them were eagerly silent as you weighed your options. You climbed off of the bed, grabbing the items Wade scrounged together and starting towards the bathroom.

You stopped at the doorway, looking back at your boys. "I want you both ready when I get back."

Wade and Logan looked at each other, both nodding before you shut the door. It was a quick change, peeling off your shorts to replace with the thong. The slinky fabric slipped over your cheeks, lining directly up your butt and resting naturally on your hips.

You did the same with your tank top, replacing it with the crop top that barely kept your breasts hidden with your arms at your sides. Turning in the mirror, you admired your body in Wade's odd choices.

The curve of your butt was accentuated by the bright red, your breasts peeking out from the bottom of the yellow-blue crop top. You cracked open the door to the bedroom, prompting the boys to get ready.

You snatched the bottle from the bathroom counter and leaned in the doorway. You teasingly exaggerated your exit, tossing your hair behind your shoulder before holding up the bottle.

"Who's ready for a rub down?" You asked, surprised that both Logan and Wade were sat on the bed, stripped down to their boxers.

"Holy-" Wade began, gaping at you.

"Shit," Logan finished, sitting up from lounging on his side. He immediately shoved Wade away and bucked up on all fours.

You giggled at him, then Wade who grabbed the back of Logan's neck to shove his face to the mattress. "Bad dog. Come here, sweetheart."

Logan growled and tossed his arm out at Wade, slapping him in the stomach to release him. You stood patiently, waiting their petty fight out before tossing the bottle onto the bed between them.

You held your hands on your hips, glaring at the two of them and taking the lead for the men. "Hey! Eyes on me."

They both paused, taken aback by your stern tone before sitting and staring at you; your nipples peaked out from the bottom of your shirt, taking more attention as Wade hummed.

You took a knee onto the bed, then the other, using Logan's shoulder to steady yourself. Grabbing the bottle, you flipped the top and squeezed a small dollop of the oil onto your palm.

You took the cool oil to your neck, rubbing it along your shoulder with a deep hum before doing it again, this time reaching to massage oil into Wade's burnt neck.

Logan slipped the bottle from your hands, opening it to gather a handful and moving behind you. His hands, calloused and large, started at the waistband of your thong, his nails grazing your skin to show his restraint.

Wade turned into your migrating hands, looking over your shoulder to your menacing junkyard dog boyfriend. "He's right behind you, you know."

You grinned, palming over Wade's shoulders before reaching up his neck to share moisture to your other hand. "I know."

Logan sneered over your shoulder at Wade, rounding his hands to your stomach then gliding up to tease at your breasts. You cooed by his touch, focusing your eyes on Wade before leaning in to kiss him.

Wade's hands nervously hovered over your hips, wanting to partake in touching though Logan's eyes bored into his forehead. You grinned, glancing over to Logan as he ducked his face into your neck. He kissed you there, dragging his lips and tongue down as his hands kneaded heavily at your breasts.

Wade narrowed his eyes at Logan, placing his hands on your thighs and kneading at them carefully. You giggled between them, feeling Wade migrate his fingers to tease around your thong.

"Wade," Logan warned, parting from your neck to snarl. "You know the rules."

Wade pouted, leaning in to whisper at you. "What happens if I don't follow the rules?"

You smirked, leaning into Wade's mouth. "I'd follow them, Wade."

He scoffed, readily flossing your thong in the front, stringing it around your clit and earning a keen from you. Logan's hands instinctively shut it down, his fingers diving into your panties before Wade's could.

Logan scrubbed at your clit, leaning you back into him while he turned his nose at Wade. You moaned, stretching yourself against Logan as his fingers curled into your pussy.

"That's not fair," Wade grit, releasing his fingers from your panties.

"You didn't ask," Logan sneered, pulling your panties aside for Wade to witness his thick fingers pushing into you.

"Boys," you breathed, trying to keep level as your hands slipped off of Wade.

Logan turned into your ear, shushing you as he glared at Wade. "Wade, are you going to be a good boy?"

Wade grumbled, his mouth worming and readying to say something. You tilted your head back on Logan's shoulder, losing your control over the situation. Logan was once again in charge.

"Yes," he said shortly, dropping his chin and looking under his brow at Logan, barely stashing his pout.

Logan's signature grin returned, dropping his head to lick a stripe up your neck, staking his claim once again. "Why don't you get on the floor for me?"

Wade straightened up, slipping his legs off of the edge of the bed and kneeling onto the floor. Logan squinted, giving his soft praise while still working you over.

He pulled you over to the edge of the bed, propping you up before peeling from your back. He slipped his fingers out of you, painting your juices on your inside thigh.

With a sigh, you propped yourself up on your palms, rolling your head back between your shoulders. Logan slipped off of the bed, sitting next to Wade with his cock fully at attention.

"I gotcha, bub," Logan said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your thong and peeling them down. He kissed between your knees, down your calves, following your panties dropping to the floor.

He took your knee, spreading your leg open before tenderly caressing the back of Wade's head. Logan leaned into his ear, whispering something incoherent before pulling back and guiding Wade's mouth into your pussy.

You gasped instantly, your chest heaving as Wade's tongue slipped into you. Staring down at Wade, you glanced to Logan, who's eyes were blown to obsidian.

His snarl never left, his hold on the back of Wade's neck metered on gentle before snatching him out of you. Logan took the helm, nosing your clit and lining down your lips before suckling in your erect nub and pressing two fingers inside.

Your stomach curled, your knees threatening to magnetize together but Wade held one leg still as Logan held the other. You cried out to the ceiling, rocking your hips onto Logan's fingers, ready to explode.

Logan reeled back with sharp huff, blowing a hot breath over you, pulling his fingers out. The boys stared in sick awe as your pussy gulped, hungry for replacement.

He offered up Wade again, letting him lick up your leaking juices before pulling him off again. "Do you think she's had enough?"

Wade nodded, licking his lips as his eyes were hazy. Logan leaned in, licking at corner of Wade's mouth before kissing him. It was feverish, fueled by his sneers and sharp teeth. Logan bit into his bottom lip, earning a moan from Wade that Logan ate.

You caught your breath between them, relaxing your body from the edge of orgasm while Logan attempted to share his affection on Wade. It lasted longer than you expected without incident, only punctuated with Logan's claws extending just behind Wade's head.

He pulled Wade off of him, tilting his head. Letting him go, he clicked his tongue for Wade to climb onto the bed. Logan turned to you, running his hand up your body before pushing you back onto the bed. "Roll over, sweetheart. Assume the position."

You trilled, turning onto your stomach and raising up on your knees to present for Logan. Logan grinned evilly over your back to Wade, peeling his boxers down to reveal his hardened length.

You tilted your head on the bed to see Wade, sat at the head of the bed, stroking his hard cock. Glancing back at Logan, he offered you a sharp spank to the apple of your ass.

He ran his hands over your body, stripping you out of your shirt before tearing it off your arms, tossing it at Wade. "This is what good boys get, Wade," Logan grunted, sliding his steel cock into you and earning a heightened moan.

Wade paused, pouting down at you as your hands reached out to stabilize yourself. Your eyes lulled with each heavy thrust Logan gave, a cacophony of skin slapping skin and muted moans from you the only thing left in the room.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Logan asked, raising his brow at Wade.

Wade simpered, raising up on his knees to stroke his cock just before your face. "Just a little kiss?"

Logan uttered an animal sound, nothing more than instinct within his reddening chest. His claws slashed out, using them to climb onto the bed and actually mount you as his inner beast instructed.

His claws dug into the mattress, shielding your body with his. "Fuck your hand, Wade. Or fuck off."

"L-Logan," you panted, reaching a hang out to brace his stubbled cheek. You tried to offer him lenience, even in the position you were in.

He shied away from your touch, if only for a moment; his cock twitched with a new ferocity, your walls suctioned around him tighter than before.

Glancing up at Wade, Logan's nostrils flared before relenting. He pulled back his claws on his right hand, resting it on your hip with a drawback of his cock.

You whimpered as Logan nuzzled into your palm, soaking up the soft feeling of your fingers on his beard. He reached for the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss your cheek before directing you to Wade.

"You be grateful for her," Logan grit at Wade, who whimpered as your mouth circled around his tip.

Wade fell back on his haunches, his fingers curling through your hair as he stared at Logan. "T-thank you."

He massaged at your temples, his fingers working through your hair while he slowly canted his hips, pushing his cock in and out of your open mouth. At the same time, Logan resumed his pace, leaving you suspended between the two men.

Your hand reached out, twitching in response to Logan's heavy thrusts; with your mouth occupied, your moans fed into Wade's thrusts, earning a few pleased hisses from him.

"Y-you wanna Eiffel Tower this? Really seal the triangle?" Wade asked, removing one hand from your hair to offer out to Logan.

Logan growled, once again showing his dislike for Wade's mouth when not put to good use. He reached out, pulling Wade a bit closer before tenderly tapping his cheek.

"Just for that, I'm gonna make sure you finish last," Logan posed, almost an empty threat.

His eyes were dark and flooded with adrenaline, his brow low as he stared into Logan. "I got all night to make you miserable."

You hummed, feeling Logan pause inside you as Wade receded. Hand reaching out again, you tapped at Logan's thigh for him to be easy.

Logan pulled you off of Wade's cock, righting you on your knees to be sandwiched between both men. Logan curled an arm around your stomach, his fingers spread precariously around your clit.

"You said you like watching us," Logan grunted, resuming his pace but now thrusting, gaining momentum like a steam train.

You bowed against Logan's body, hands held out to brace yourself against Wade's chest. Wade's nostrils flared, something he'd picked up from Logan, and watched you two fuck before him as his cock twitched at being fully ignored.

He tried to kiss you, but Logan clamped a hand over your mouth cutting off your loud noises reverberating through the room. Logan glanced down at Wade's cock, dripping and damp from your mouth.

"Why don't you show us how you like your cock stroked? How you jerk off to us fucking in front of you?" Logan metered out, restraining himself.

He slowly retracted his hands from their places to rest on your hips, allowing you to drape against him. Wade groaned, taking grip of his cock once more and stroking his length gently.

He winced, reaching his swollen tip before reversing back down to his base with a slow pull. You glanced at Wade through hazy eyes, noticing him masturbating to the two of you.

Logan nodded coolly, tilting to whisper in your ear. "Do you see how well behaved he is, even when he doesn't get a reward? He can listen so well sometimes."

You smiled softly at him, noting the grit at the end of his words. At the same time, Logan thrust into you harder, ringing a part of you that caused a loss of breath.

Your eyes fluttered between rolling and watching, feeling balanced in a delicate nature. Logan drew his tongue along your neck, nibbling at your ear before reaching to touch your clit.

"Are you gonna cum to me or Wade? He's putting on a show," Logan prompted, silently willing you to look at Wade.

He was on the verge of hiccups, fist in his mouth as he bit his knuckles to hold on'; Wade's cock was drooling with precum, begging to be released.

"Say Wade's name like you so sweetly do. Cum on my cock and tell Wade he's a good boy."

Your fingers on Logan's thigh curled to clench into his skin, your pussy throbbing on the edge of release. Logan reached down to teasingly wisp his fingers back and forth on your clit, causing your undoing.

You got caught, sweating from the heat Logan's chest gave off while staring at Wade struggling to not cum.

"Wade," you gasped, your free hand reaching out for Wade's stomach. Your fingers dragged along the divots of his abs, tracing on the burn scars decorating his skin. "Good boy, you're such a good boy."

Logan chuckled, pausing his thrusts to revel in the vice grip of your pussy. It begged at his cock, urging him to cum deep inside you as the ultimate territorial claim. But he refrained, catching his breath before finally succumbing to your molten walls.

He buried his face in your neck, curling his arms around your chest and waist, ready to tuck you away in the deepest pocket of his bed and keep you for himself.

But he opened his eyes, looking over to Wade. He was still trying to maintain, opting use his fingers to tease at his shaft though his face was reddening from restraint.

"Logan," you started, finally regaining a bit of your consciousness. "Let him go."

Logan exhaled, then reached a hand out to slap Wade's away. He took grip of Wade's cock, stroking in a tender pull that had Wade bowing his head back, ready to lose.

"No hard feelings, bub. Why don't you aim for her pretty pussy? Cum right on her clit," Logan said, gearing up his strokes and causing Wade to whimper.

"It's okay, you're a real good boy, showing how you take directions...when you want," Logan continued, his tone hoarse. "But I want you to paint her cunt so you can clean up both our messes later."

He grinned mischievously, earning Wade's furrowed brows and gaped mouth. Logan edged you off of his shoulder with a tender nudge.

"Help him out, baby. Or else he'll be a pain all night."

You scoffed, reaching for Wade's hands and sliding them down your chest, prompting him to knead at your breasts. Wade groaned at the feeling of your pebbled nipples in his palms, how you spread your legs further as he massaged.

The combination of the two of you became too much; Wade groaned out, cumming into Logan's hand and your pussy. The warmth of his essence slid down your skin, splitting around your clit and between your lips, undoubtedly mixing with Logan's overflowing load.

Logan retracted his hand as Wade sat on his haunches in defeat; pulling out of you, he watched as you fell to your side to catch your breath.

He lovingly pat Wade's hip then clambered off of the bed to get a towel. When he returned, you found the energy to sit up.

Wade was lounged between the two sets of pillows, eyes lulling with the false security of sleep. You shook your head as Logan climbed onto the bed and reached between your legs to clean you up.

"You two do not know how to share nicely." You aimed the last word at Logan, who was doing his best to not smile at you.

"I said I'd share," Logan retorted lightly, tossing the damp cloth to Wade's at-attention cock. "I never said evenly."

"If at fucking all," Wade chimed in, wiping his cock off with the cloth before tossing it off of the bed.

Logan bit back a snarl, only to be met by Wade sitting up and wrapping his arms around Logan's neck. He playfully nuzzled his face into Logan's ear, earning a set of claws extended into his ribs.

"It's okay, Wolvie. We got all night to learn about sharing."