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whispersfromaeons · 1 month

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SNEAKY | a poly! wade wilson x reader x logan howlett fic.

synopsis - the consequences of sending a nude to your boyfriends.

tw - nsfw, afab reader, she/her pronouns and fem terms used for reader, threesome, double blowjob, fingering, anal, p in v, unsafe sex / no condom used, you take them both at the same time, pre-established relationship. wc 2.2k.

Dating both Wade and Logan naturally led you to do some rather bold actions that you otherwise would probably not have done in the first place. Just their little effect on you, one could say.

It was so lonely, so utterly quiet in the bedroom you shared with them. In your defense, you couldn’t really help it. Blame it on the fact that you were ovulating, and that their constant absence from the house due to their ongoing tasks did naught but rile you up. It made you feel a little guilty, deep within somewhere, for not being patient enough for them.

But hey, a small surprise wouldn’t really hurt, yeah?

That’s how you found yourself in front of the mirror, contemplating over your actions while your fingers tugged your shirt upwards, revealing your tits, nipples clearly hard. With only half of your face visible in the camera — thank the lords, you didn’t want them to see how flushed you were — you snapped a picture, pausing for a good second. Did you really just do that? Yes.

Opening the groupchat you had with your boyfriends, you attached this picture alongside a sweet text: Miss you ♡.

It was almost embarrassing how fast Wade and Logan had arrived at the house after that, taking only about an hour or two. You were concerned that they had ditched their mission, though instead of listening to your questions, they simply grabbed a hold of you.

“Such a naughty fuckin’ girl. Temptin’ us while we’re doin’ important things, hm?” Logan was the first one to grab your waist by his calloused hands, a stern look flashing in his eyes that perfectly blended in with the visible arousal. You were sure that if you were to look down, you would see a clear imprint of his erection, though you simply felt frozen, too captivated by his eyes.

“Mhm, couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw your text, baby. S’not good for me to get hard in the middle of a fight, y’know. Had to finish the bad guys quickly just for ya.” Wade’s voice rang behind you, feeling his body pressing against your back, clothed bulge nuzzling against your ass. Though you couldn’t see his face due to facing Logan, you knew that he was probably sending mischievous gazes to the other man, both having formed a plan you were unbeknownst of.

Though none of them looked to be bleeding, there was a significant strong scent of their musk that made your head a bit dizzy. It made you want to nuzzle your face in between their arms and just relax there, though you didn’t open your mouth, too busy squirming in between their bodies that were now both at your front and back, sandwiching you.

“I just… missed you both a lot.” The pout on your lips made Wade coo in adoration, quick to lift his mask off so he could press soft kisses against your cheek, scarred lips caressing your lips. Logan on the other head was too stubborn to show any affection, his grip on your waist instead tightening up.

“Don’t think we’re goin’ to let you off the hook so easily, bub.” Grunting, Logan pulled you away from Wade and proceeded to push you down on the bed, making you clumsily land on your ass. Somehow, it made you feel accomplished due to the way you had managed to rile him up so much. His sternness did nothing but make you all the more wet, hearing your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

Both men shared a quick look before unbuckling their pants simultaneously. Wade took his entire spandex bodysuit off, keen on flaunting his scarred muscular physique, whereas Logan kept his top on, getting rid of his pants alongside his undies. The sight of their cocks hanging, fully hard and all because of you, made you flush vibrantly. Any attempt to look away went to vain since Wade was quickly to grip your jaw, tutting. “Nah, nah, nah! You’re gonna suck off Wolvie and I together. You can, can’t you?” With that teasing grin on his face, all you wanted to do was punch him out of pure shyness at the moment.

After a few seconds, you nodded, eyes focusing onto the two cocks in front of you. Alas, as you expected, it was hard to keep a straight mind — not when their beefy thighs were literally on your face, the scent of their cocks thick yet not entirely unpleasant. Leaning in, both of your hands reached to grab the bases of their cock, Logan’s slightly thicker than Wade’s, pressing the tips together, your warm mouth soon gently licking them. The salty taste of precum was quick to flood your mouth, a clear sign of the condition your single picture left them in. Your heart jumped at the thought, unable to suppress a smile.

Your licks soon grew into more confident long stripes, occasionally taking in Logan’s tip in your mouth before moving to Wade, drool sliding down your chin. You could hear their soft pants and grunts from above, Logan’s fingers tangled into your hair tightly while Wade’s hand rested against the side of your face. Your lips and lower chin were so wet, smeared with drool and their precum, though you continued, both hands steadily rubbing their lengths. “Pretty girl… All messy just for us.” Logan huffed from above, trying to shove his cock fully into your mouth. Though you could not fit both of them at the same time, you attempted to pay full attention to both of them.

It wasn’t long until their orgasms washed over them, Wade cumming a few seconds before Logan, a delirious moan leaving his lips as he spurted thick strings of cum on your face, followed by Logan who came all over your chest, dirtying your shirt. You couldn’t even complain, too dedicated to licking their tips clean, a soft whimper unknowingly leaving your lips at the salty taste of their cum.

“Ah, she cleans us so well, doesn’t she?” Wade snickered at Logan, reaching for the other man to pull him into a brief kiss that lasted a few seconds before they went back to pay attention to you. Logan soon took off what was left on him, his perfectly sculpted torso alongside the hair that adorned his skin making both you and Wade gape in awe. It didn’t matter how many times you both had seen Logan shirtless, he managed to look better every time.

“C’mon, lay down.” Logan gestured, and all you could do was obediently nod, wiping your face with your shirt, too aroused to care about not being properly clean. They weren’t either, really, since they had just come from outside. All three of you soon got on the bed, your body laying down while Wade got in between your legs. Soon you felt Logan scooping you up from behind, nestling you perfectly behind his widespread legs, feeling his still rock hard erection pressed against your lower back.

Wade begins to strip your clothes off you, smiling in triumph once you were all naked, simply perfect for them. Scarred hands gently guided your legs open, a theatrical gasp leaving his mouth. “Look how wet she is!” He gleed, clearly talking to your pussy instead of you, his rough fingers lightly caressing the wet folds up and down, your body squirming against Logan at the sudden touch while you were sensitive. You could feel the other man’s chest pressed against your chest, the warm and the gentle beats of his heart comforting, though you couldn’t properly focus on it due to the way Wade’s fingers smeared your own juices over your clit, rubbing on it slowly until it was swollen.

“Wade, hurts…” You couldn’t help but whine, feet kicking a bit. Goodness, you needed him. You needed them both, needed them inside of you until you were all exhausted from cumming, all safe in their arms.

Wade couldn’t help but groan at the sounds you were making alongside the soft wet noises your pussy was making at being rubbed. You could feel Logan shifting behind you, his hand reaching at the right side to grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand’s drawer, putting some of it on his fingers. “Lean forward, bub.” He grunted, making you lean forward against Wade while his hands spread your soft asscheeks apart, sighing in contentment once his eyes laid upon your tight asshole, just waiting to be filled.

Carefully, his lubed up finger slid inside your tight hole, waiting for you to adjust to the size as you moaned and clenched at the intrusion, hiding your face against Wade’s neck. Logan gently moved his finger inside your tight hole before adding another, making sure to scissor them inside, spreading your walls apart. It felt so big, and albeit having done this before, you were still always caught off guard by their sizes.

“Y-You can put it in now…” Your words came out as a stutter, clearly too needy to be filled properly, tilting your head back to look at Logan. Sweat was forming on his forehead, the sheer heat within the bedroom too intense. With the way Wade had rubbed you earlier yet not made you cum, purposely for that fact, you knew that you wouldn’t last long at all.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Pressing a soft quick kiss on your lips, Logan once again shifted to let you rest you back against his chest, while Wade went in between your spread legs and grabbed the base of his cock, gently rubbing it against your wet cunt. After a few little teasing pats of his cock against you, he slowly slid the tip inside your wetness, feeling the warm walls quickly engulf him in. “Fuck, always suckin’ me in.” He chuckled, hands grabbing onto your hips, one hand reaching to slowly caress your clit once more. Your body writhed at the stretch, his scarred cock deliciously stretching you out.

“Time for me to go in too, eh?” Logan gently nipped on your earlobe, earning an eager nod from you as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your tight hole. Gently, oh so gently, he pushed his girth in, earning a loud mewl from you, your hands instantly clasping into Wade’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. Words couldn’t describe how full you felt once both of them had fully settled in, both of your holes stretched wide. For a moment, your frenzied mind was unable to comprehend the blend of pain and pleasure, making you feel as if you could explode.

Logan’s arms tightly wrapped around your waist, accommodating you as he began to thrust upwards, drilling his cock into your tight ass, his precum alongst the lube making it easier to slide in and out. Wade followed, his cock kissing every pleasurable spot inside your spongy walls, matching your boyfriend’s pace — a steady rhythm and gentle rhythm.

“Hey, keep makin’ those noises.” One hand of Logan’s reached up to lightly squeeze your breast, thumb flicking your hardened nipple. You cried out in pleasure, shaking with each thrust your body met. The three of you were simply so flushed and sweaty, the scent of sex thick in the air. Logan was grunting right into your ear, his voice quieter in comparison to Wade who was moaning freely while fucking your cunt, his grip on your thigh firm, his fingers rubbing your twitching clit at the same pace as before.

“Close?” Wade asked once he felt you clench tightly around him, earning a slow nod from you, your moans growing louder until you felt your stomach uncoiling, pleasure bursting within as you came hard on his cock, body convulsing though Logan’s strong grip didn’t allow you to move much except your legs that were stiffening and tightening around Wade. “F-Feels good, so good!” You spoke in broken, incomprehensible babbles, eyes closed shut and full of tears.

You could feel their thrusts growing uncoordinated and more frantic, both now chasing their own orgasms. Logan’s cock twitched inside your tight hole before he came once again, thick cum soon filling your ass up. “I-In me…!” You moaned at Wade, who obediently followed, breathing heavily as his orgasm hit him, cumming right inside your warm cunt, cock happily nestled inside.

Your body went limp against Logan as Wade collapsed onto you, your arms still wrapped around the scarred man as you tried to catch your breath, your legs trembling profusely, feeling your skin still tingle. “Quite a toll your lil’ nude took on us, pretty.” Logan chuckled from behind, his hand coming up to tenderly caress your head, allowing you to nuzzle onto his palm.

Wade’s head shot up to look at Logan, a wide smirk blooming on his scarred lips. “My turn now.”

It was going to be a long night.

#can't believe i wrote this filth #hear me out #i was daydreaming about this earlier and simply needed to right it down #IGNORE THE MISTAKES i wrote it while being half asleep #deadpool x reader #wade wilson x reader #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #deadpool and wolverine x reader #deadpool and wolverine #logan howlett #wade wilson #deadpool #bun writes !

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moonsvillain · 6 months

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have been toying with the idea of an au wherein shen jiu, after burning down the qiu household and running away, comes across xie lian rather than wu yanzi poaching him immediately afterwards:

i'd imagine in this verse he runs away to town rather than immediately being found in the aftermath of what he's done. at this point, shen jiu would be too paranoid to consider reaching out for directions to cang qiong mountain even if he wanted to make it there: what if they knew what he did? or figured it out if he did know? (if he even had the mind to think of these things through his panic)

he doesn't want to end up begging on the streets again, though—too alike his childhood and last time he was in that position, shen jiu ended up with the qius in the first place

so he takes refuge in temples that he comes across, stealing food when he can before moving to a different part of the rather large town he's ended up in so there's no clear pattern of when he shows up at whichever food stall

despite not holding that same respect and unwavering belief in gods (how could he, after everything he's gone through? shouldn't they have stepped in, sometime? what god would let him suffer as he did, separating him from the only person he loved?) he knows better than to try them, and begrudgingly thanks them for the shelter (because this he did appreciate, at the very least, if nothing else)

winter hits hard when it does, and shen jiu, after spending so many years in the qiu household, forgot how the cold seeps into your skin and bones without solid walls to keep out the frigid breeze.

he quickly falls ill with nothing to protect him from the elements but his threadbare clothing, and when he grows ill, he becomes slow. shen jiu nearly gets caught stealing, running away before he can be dragged to a town guard for his offence, but earning himself a nasty wound to his leg as he retreated

sickness + the cold + the wound leave him weak and wanting: missing qi-ge, reminiscing on nights where they'd curl up together for warmth, still cold but not alone, the two of them steady against the storm that raged on ahead of them

fever-ridden and teetering close to death, shen jiu wanders into a temple late at night and sinks to his knees, falling to his side, heart-rate slowing. in his delirium, he misses the figure taking shelter from the storm in the corner, watching him

shen jiu wakes up (he doesn't expect to), warm while he hears the wind whistle. he's still in that temple from earlier, but it's considerably... cozier. a small fire warms the inside and his clothes aren't as damp against his cold skin. his fever's broken, too—he doesn't know how long it's been, but he's glad he didn't die: never realized that he wanted to live until he was close to forfeiting his right to

here is where he meets his accidental saviour: xie lian stood over a slowly bubbling pot of stew that smells heavenly to shen jiu—he'd eat just about anything at this point, starved

his immediate distrust of xie lian stops him from being truly excited about his appearance

their relationship is veryyy shaky at the very beginning: shen jiu refuses to trust him and xie lian refuses to abandon this strange child he found on the verge of death

(there's a strange sort of bond built up when you nurse someone back to life, dragging them away from the brink of death and xie lian isn't interested, but he's curious about this kid who stumbled into his temple at the dead of night on a midnight in winter)

shen jiu's torn between distrust and this desire for company he didn't know he possessed; after being alone with no one but the qiu household [before he went on his massacre] he didn't realized how much he wanted to share space with someone who wasn't actively hurting him until he was afforded the opportunity to experience non-violent company with xie lian

his distrust slowly declines when he finds out that xie lian is a cultivator. despite being arguably too old to learn cultivation to the fullest extent he could have if he started a few years earlier, he still desperately wants to learn

xie lian, perceptive as ever, slowly starts teaching him bits and pieces of the basics, teaches him to meditate, takes care to keep his distance when it looks like shen jiu's getting overwhelmed

shen jiu can't help but get attached. he hates it

shen jiu decides to test xie lian before resigning himself to this

he was snappy, impatient, and argued with xie lian, when he came over, one day, waiting for some form of punishment to come, bristling like a spooked cat.

nothing came of his experiment but a slight frown from xie lian, which made shen jiu feel almost bad—xie lian almost reminded him of qi-ge, which made him feel doubly bad because he desperately wants to find him

shen jiu came to xie lian the next day with a pastry [that he stole] as an apology. and a request:

"teach me how to cultivate so i can be a disciple at the cang qiong sect"

xie lian agrees easily enough: he's been around shen jiu to see that despite the late start, he has potential to be great [especially untouched by wu yanzi and his twisted form of cultivation]

shen jiu throws himself into his studies, working himself to the bone

xie lian is concerned by this and after trying to soften the load of his work doesn't make shen jiu slow down, he becomes stern: warns him against trying to chase too much frivolously

this leads to a breakdown of sorts—where shen jiu gets angry, dismissive, before becoming upset. the average emotional depth of a teenager but, like, 4 times worse because of the circumstances

xie lian coaxes the story out of shen jiu here; qi-ge [the first time he's mentioned aloud by name], the qiu household [only the barest of details. shen jiu refuses to dwell], and the night shen jiu made qi-ge leave, as well as qi-ge's promise to come back

shen jiu finishes by telling xie lian he needs to make it back to qi-ge, needs to see if he's still alive, he's been selfish for sticking around as long

shen jiu tells xie lian that he needs to figure out as much as he can, as fast as he can, so he can leave and make his way to cang qiong mountain with some sort of base knowledge to make it in. and that he's not sorry for pushing himself because he doesn't have time

xie lian is quiet for a while

puts a comforting hand on shen jiu's shoulder and tells him he understands; he knows someone who would do anything to make it back to the one they loved, understands the pain that comes when time and distance separates the two

however, xie lian tells him, he can't let shen jiu push himself. he'll only stunt his progress by hurting himself rather than speed things up

shen jiu is ready to argue again before xie lian offers to make the trip with him

shen jiu doesn't believe it at first—who would bother with helping him for this long if they weren't getting anything out of it? he already found this hard to believe, let alone the fact that xie lian would drop everything to travel with him for weeks on end

xie lian doesn't shake in his resolve, though. shen jiu figures out he's being serious and wants to argue, but he's just—relieved

so many people have stood as roadblocks on his path back to qi-ge; xie lian might be the first person actively trying to help them

it almost reignites hope in him; someone other than him believes in them. someone other than shen jiu thinks they'll make it back to each other and succeed in reuniting. xie lian's faith in him is like a gust of wind beneath his wings

he agrees to their road trip

[xie lian makes sure to tell his beloved he'll be away for a while]

[shen jiu doesn't notice that xie lian buys steamed buns off the same stranger in nearly every town they stop by for a night of rest in the following few weeks]

[xie lian notices, years later, when shen qingqiu doesn't recognize him upon their first meeting in decades. shen yuan doesn't know xie lian, but xie lian knows this isn't shen jiu, anymore]