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wedding ring

origins!husban!logan x origins!wade x wife!reader

a/n : I don't know what came over me to write this, I have no excuse I'm just horny.

wc : 3k

NSFW , PORN WITH (LITTLE) PLOT , WADE IS A HORNY SHIT , MOMMY & DADDY KINK , GENERAL WADE™ BEHAVIOUR sub!origins!wade wilson . dom!origins!logan . dom!reader

synopsis : wade has always been a kinky little shit, it seems that title is well-deserved when he starts to fantasize about squeezing himself into a married couple old enough to be his parents.

If someone in the team were to ask Wade why he looked as if he hadn't slept in a decade, he'd say he was up practising his katana skills.

When in reality, he had spent the whole night groaning and moaning against his pillow while rubbing himself raw to the thought of you and Logan.

What was so special about you two, you may ask? You were married and were old enough to be his parents.

It was absolutely not his fault. You two had no right to come into the X-Team, looking so fucking hot and expect him not to get hard.

You couldn't just walk around the place with Logan's strong arm around your waist and expect him not to stare. You couldn't just hum in acknolovedgment everytime Logan leant into your ear to rumble something that the merc couldn't quite catch and expect him not to grow desperate.

He was a walking mess. Day and night his thoughts were consumed by you and Logan, Logan and you, and what you could do to him. He couldn't help it, he'd blame the undiagnosed ADHD anyday for titty-flashing him with so many dirty scenarios anytime you walked past.

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Logan and you had been through a lot of shit togheter.

You had met sometime between the 1880's and the 1900's, both mutants and escaping from someone who was trying to do you harm. Both with the weight of taken lives over your shoulders, both with spilled blood on your hands. Both with the promise of living far too long.

And, cliche-y enough, you both had fallen in love. After uniting forces as acquintances, then growing as close as long-life friends, and then falling into the claws of love, you two had gotten married.

Happyly married, always attached to the hip, gold wedding wands on your ring fingers. Always watching out for the other.

And when William Stryker offered you both a place in a 'special opperations' team called X-Team, you both agreed —happy to help a cause—.

What you didn't expect, though, was Wade Wilson turning into another shit you had to go through togheter.

The mercenary seemed to never know when to shut his mouth, or how to read social cues, he just simply had a mouth too big for his own good. Hence why the nickname merc with a mouth was born amidst the members of the team.

He was a young man in his 20's, a cocky asshole and a total flirt that talked big game. He liked to show off during missions, pulling stunts, to impress Logan or you was another question that didn't have an answer yet.

You and your husband just knew the kid seemed to have the hots for one of you. Which made Logan boil with possesiveness because you were his damn wife, his and his only —possesiveness that in turn only made Wade all the more horny.

It wasn't until today's mission that you realized that the mercenary didn't have the hots for just one of you, but for both.

After trying to break in a building to stop some drug dealers, the team had split up and —ironically enough— left you three to flee from more guards than you could fight. And now, ironically enough again, you three were hidding in a really small supply closet.

You hadn't intended for it to end up this way, but your husband was with his broad back against the wall and with a pupil-blown Wade completely sandwiched between you two.

Wade was totally trying to keep his cool, desperately keeping up his usual cocky fachade, but his gut felt so damn coiled at having his ass pressed against Logan's crotch and his chest in level with yours.

"How did they notice us?!?" you asked your husband in a low breath, completely ignoring the merc between you.

Logan growled slightly, his nose twitching when a strangely strong scent wafted into his nostrils, shaking his head slightly as he tried to peek out from the small gap in the door. "dunno, doll, but I guess they didn't see us come here"

As you kept talking with your husband in hushed breaths, Wade was starting to feel his brain turning to damn mush as he was trapped between you two. He couldn't help it, your body warmth was sweeping into his bones from back and front —melting him—.

And then, suddenly he heard your voices stopping. Looking up with his half-glassy eyes, he was met by a quirked eyebrow and a deep scowl from Logan.

"are you damn horny right now, mouth?" Logan pretty much growled. His voice rumbling in his chest as he looked down at the young man between you two.

Wade blinked, realizing he had been so aroused —and locked up in his dirty fantasies— that he had pretty much started to leak in his pants.

"ohw, c'mon, what'd you expect?" the merc breathed out under your questioning gaze. "I've got my hot ass against someone's big dick and my face is smushed against this massive titties and jesus fucking christ—"

His words died down in a choked way when Logan's hand flied up to his throath, wrapping around it without issue —damn big hands the Canadian had— and squeezing. Choking a wheezed noise out of his mouth.

"shut your damn mouth if ya wanna keep your throath, bub" Logan growled in the merc's ear, his voice almost like the roar of a lion with how much red he was seeing.

You were just staring at the way Wade's eyes seemed to roll into the back of his head, thighs twitching before shamelessly parting —as if he wanted someone's hand between them—. The mercenary seemed to really be horny for you two.

"really, Wade?" you purred, voice low, as you stared at the young man —letting your husband do the job of shutting him up. "going after a married couple like this? didn't think you'd fall that low.."

Wade struggled to breathe through his nose with Logan's tight grip around his throath, but he spoke nonetheless. "aughn— you two are fucking god- relax the grip old man literally bisexual culture-"

His gasped words only made the growl bubbling up in Logan's throath grow louder. You saw the veins in your husband's arm bulging as he squeezed around Wade's throath again, watching the way the merc choked on his spit —saliva slobbering down the corner of his lips.

You reached out your own hand and placed it atop of Logan's, as if methaporically holding your husband's hand while he choked Wade.

"fucking god you two are really feeding my mommy and daddy issues right now y'kno-oh-oww—"

Wade's spech got cut off my another series of squeezes around his throath, making the mercenary cough and choke on his spit as his head fell forwards against your chest.

"watch your damn mouth, mouth"

"ngh-ah- unluckily for you I've got a thing for being put in my place by dominant, sexy, grown-ups. Big ones with huge—"

His voice died in his own throath when two, huge and thick, fingers were proding at his mouth. Sneaking past his lips and stuffing him full, his eyes rolled back, knees almost buckling underneath him when the meaty taste of sweat invaded his mouth.

"shut it, bub"

"hmn-nhgh"

"you managed to shut him up" you low whistled at your husband, impressed by how quickly and efficiently the merc had shut up. Now busy with nibbling at the fingers inside of his mouth.

"easy peasy" Logan huffed with a slight roll of his eyes. "don't know how long it'll last, though, just look at how damn much the kid's leaking"

Wade whined around Logan's fingers at the way you two were speaking as if he wasn't there, thighs trying to close when he felt your eyes going down and settling on the obvious tent in his pants —and the wet spot.

"so horny" you hummed, more to yourself than anything, before looking back at his face. "what does this mean, baby?" you purred as you pointed to the gold ring on your finger with a neutral look on your face —as if he wasn't coming undone before your eyes. "I don't think you're that dumb yet. C'mon, what does this, right here, mean, Wade?"

Wade struggled to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth around Logan's fingers, body almost tumbling forward when the Canadian ripped his fingers off of his mouth so suddenly.

"I- aughn- I—" he stumbled over his words, swallowing again, as his hazy eyes looked up at you. "that's a daddy and mommy ring" he wheezed out, a little "ah-ah!" escaping his lips when Logan grabbed his hair from the back —forcing him to behave—. "means- angh means that you're married. And old enough to be my grand-parents-"

"That's right, bub" Logan growled, leaning in close to whisper in Wade's ear. "We're a married couple and you're nothing but a pest."

"now, now, darling" you hummed lovingly as you looked at your husband, who was still grabbing Wade by his hair. "don't be so mean.. It turns him on"

That last was a low drawl, before your hand was cuping Wade's cheek and making sure the cold metal of the gold wedding ring you wore was against the merc's skin. "We've lived through wars, honey, you're a literal baby compared to us" you added, voice low and degradatory.

Wade shuddered as the cold metal of your wedding ring pressed against his skin, his eyes looking up at you with a mixture of desire and submission.

"I'm a- nnnng baby" he repeated, almost breathless. "Logan and you are old. So old."

Logan leaned in closer, his hand still clamped around Wade's hair. "Old enough to be your parents" he repeated, his voice dark and gravely. His teeth almost gracing Wade's ear. "Old enough that you shouldn't be interested in us, bub."

"Please, I- I- ahhhhnn I promise I'm good, I promise I'm good, I- I can be good."

It was funny, really, to see such a cocky and show-off of a man being this needy and whiny between you two. But what could you say, it was the Howlett effect.

You slowly slipped your gold wedding band out of your ring finger, right infront of Wade's eyes —watching the way he almost busted on the spot just from the sight alone—.

"this is what'chu want, ain't it honey?" you teased the mercenary trembling and whining between you. "you want this pretty ring on your finger too, don't ya? you wanna be the throphy toy to a hot, married couple old enough to be your parents, don't you, sweetheart?"

You held the wedding ring infront of Wade's face as one of your hands started to rub his arm —slowly going down to his hand—. Wade was shaking, he didn't even know how he hadn't cum untouched yet with how tight and hot his gut felt. All of his muscles coiled.

Wade looked like he was about two seconds away from spontaneously combusting right there in the small supply closet.

"Please" he breathed out, his voice strained and his eyes fixed on the ring in your hand. "Please, I- I want to be- nngah, I want it. I- I'll be good, I- aaahhhnn"

"Are you?" Logan asked, using the grip on Wade's hip to pull him closer against him. "Are you going to behave for us?"

After a series of jerky and rapid nods coming from the drooling mercenary trembling between you, "good fucking boy, there you go" your voice was low and syrupy, as you grabbed Wade's twitching hand and slowly —almost sensually— slipped the cold golden wand on his finger.

It looked as if he was going to combust just from having the ring on his finger, from the implications of having a wedding ring from a married couple on his finger.

Maybe you'd find an explanation for the creamy wet spot between Wade's legs and the way he was wearing your wedding ring when you meet the team in a few minutes. Or maybe you won't, who knows.

“Meet and Greet”

An Henry Cavill x Reader x Jungkook fanfic, don't like, don't read please! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS WORK OF FICTION CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES.

A/N: okay this is credited to my friend who gave me the brainworm of Henry Cavill and Jungkook together as Calvin Klein models and my brain overloaded so here we go a smutshot of Dom Henry, Sub Reader and Sub Jungkook. This is like my first ever legitimate work I'm posting anywhere so take this with a grain of salt.

Word count: 2209

Warnings: MLM, Blow job, fingering (M, W receiving), Facial cumshot, Eiffel towering, squirting, riding, pussy eating, I think that's it.

Jungkook's eyes rolled back in his head as the assault of his prostate continues, each thrust, dragged the cock deeper and deeper in his walls. Opening his tear soaked lashes, his eyes fell on his girlfriend, sitting on The Superman actor's face, Henry William Daligesh Cavill's face, moaning wantonly

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The fan meet was in full swing, the fact Jungkook was even able to attend this justice league meet and greet was a big deal. He was always so busy, the tours, shows, practices and new recordings. Your boyfriend barely had time to breathe. Your personal love life was getting bland too. This was such a awesome day for you both. Meeting childhood Superheroes in reality.In particular, Henry Cavill. That man was your first crush, first celebrity love and everything and who hadn't had a crush on that man? Even your boyfriend wasn't immune to him. He was vibrating out of skin from the sheer excitement.

“Jungkook? You alright,love?” you whispered to him.

“I don't think I'm straight anymore, look at his arms-” he got cut off by your choked laughter.

“You both are the ideal threesome, you know?” your eyes shone with mischievous motives and his face flushed.

As the one on one meet and greet started, you both stood up in your line so that Jungkook was right behind you. Each actor was actually so sweet, Jason Momoa, had teasingly even called you a goddess because of your beauty and complimented you on your pretty dress. Jungkook was even flirted with, he was so red as Gal Gadot not only called him a walking biohazard but also checked him out from head to toe.

The final man as you moved on from Ben Affleck was Henry, he had looked over to you as you moved to sit infront of him, he looked downright delicious in the rolled up sleeves of denim shirt and jeans. If there's a man under the sky who can pull off denim on denim, it'd be hundred percent him.

“Hello, Mr. Cavill. I'm ____” He clasped your hand in his, his hand dwarfed yours.

“Just Henry for a pretty one like you.” your face flushed.

“Thank you, you're very good looking too,Henry” His smile was charming, and his eyes held an undercurrent of something dark.

“Say _____, I was wondering, after this meet and greet, I was gonna head out for a drink. Maybe you'd like to join me.” His pupils had turned a little more blown out. Your face was doing an impressive job of cosplaying a tomato.

“Um, I have- uh- actually- I have a boyfriend. The one behind me talking to Ben Affleck." His smile faltered a little.

“Ah. Shame. You're too pretty for your own good. Let him treat you nicely. What does he do?”

“He's a musician, a Korean celebrity. He's from BTS.” Henry's eyes widened a little, and his eyebrows almost disappeared in his hairline.

“Oh? Wow, that's amazing. I've always wanted to meet that band, I like their songs, you're telling he's up next? Which one is he? The leader? RM?” your heart fluttered little at how nice he was.

“The youngest, Jungkook. I've been dating him for about 2 years now” His beaming smile widened.

“A very beautiful, hot and sexy couple you'd make. I gotta confess something come closer-” you move closer and his breath tickled your ear, sending goosebumps all over your neck and arms. “-I always had a little crush on him from when I discovered their music back in 2020” Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

“You're into?” His lips tugged up slightly and he nodded. “Proudly Bi, just haven't came out to the public yet.” You smacked a hand on your mouth.

“Quick question, you can say no if you want-” His left eyebrow lifted up. “-would you like to, you know, like, um- uh- deep breaths _____ come on. Would you like to come back with me and Jungkook both? To our hotel?-” You held your breath as he looked at you with his blown out blue eyes and then looked over to your boyfriend engaged in a very animated conversation with the Batman actor, he checked out Jungkook with so much heat in his eyes that you shivered in your seat, squirming slightly.

“I'll take you up on that offer, _____ can I get your number? I'll call you after I'm done here.” His eyes promised deep satisfaction as you scribbled down your number on his arm discreetly, and moved on and down the stage, watching Jungkook take the seat all while squirming and blushing. Today is going to be fucking amazing.

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“_____! HE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME- I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE-” Jungkook whines pushing his face into your shoulder. You wondered if telling him that the man he's currently dying over is coming over later to fuck you both 7 ways into the next Sunday would be too much.

Putting the key in your room to access the power, you turned on the light. “Baby, you should go shower, someone's coming over afterwards.” Jungkook's confused face looked at you, waiting for further explanation.

“It's quite literally your ideal man. Henry Cavill, himself is coming over. Don't you wanna fuck Superman? Hmm?” You words made Jungkook shiver, blood rushing down between his legs and they wobbled as his body slumped down on to a chair in the middle of the living room of the suite.

“You- The Henry Cavill? Um? Like the man, the entire World is gay for and women would die for? He IS COMING?????? _____! Oh my god-” He looked overwhelmed but the slight chub in his pants told you just how much excited he is at the prospect of having you and The Superman for the night.

“Go shower, I'll shower too. Shoo now, Jagiya.” He scrambled out on wobbly legs and into a bathroom just as you step inside another one.

You had given Henry your suite number and hotel name before leaving and gotten a little startled, as you saw him in your living space as you entered wearing a bathrobe. Jungkook stumbles in after you and gasped at the sight of Henry lounging on the sofa with a few top buttons of his denim shirt undone giving a peek at his chest hair and cut collar bones. His smirk made you realise that he understood exactly where both you and your boyfriend were looking at.

“So who's the Dom and Sub between the both of you?” His dark smouldering eyes paired with the smile promising nothing but lust made your head foggy. Jungkook wasn't faring much better because at Henry's words Jungkook whimpered unconsciously.

“Both.” His eyebrow lifted up.

“We're Versatile. Both of us.” Jungkook mumbled through his embarassment.

“Isn't that just bloody lovely.” He stood up and walked over to both of you instantly reminding you of your nakedness and how dressed he was. Jungkook was literally in a tiny hotel towel.

“Let's lay down some ground rules, alright? The stop light system. Red for stop, Yellow for slow or a minute and Green for go, clear?” Both of us nodded, Jungkook was swaying on his feet a little with his enthusiasm.

“If your mouth is occupied, 3 taps for green, 2 for yellow, and 1 for red. Alright?” your face flushed at the implications. Both of your heads bopped down in a nod.

“What about condoms? I'm clean, got my tests done a week ago, haven't been with anyone.” He looked calm and collected unlike you two, increasingly becoming more and more red with each word from him.

“No please, wanna feel you both.” You whisper as Jungkook eagerly gave his consent. Henry's smiled almost turned predatory and he laughed. A deep rich and smooth baritone floated into the air.

“Great, Come here _____.” Henry pulled you onto his lap and his mouth crushed yours in a bruising kiss. He kissed like he looked, full of dominance, power and somehow sheer elegance. Leaving your swollen lips he pulled Jungkook down by his towel on his other thigh, the one unoccupied by your frame. Weaving his free hand into Jungkook's hair, he captured Jungkook in a feral kiss as well and you could clearly see the outline of Jungkook's excitement underneath his towel as his mouth gets utterly ruined but Henry's tongue. When Jungkook was spared from Henry's assault on his lips, he looked like a wreck, his dick continuously twitching underneath his towel and his breathing coming out in pants.

“Bedroom?” His voice made Jungkook whine and you moaned. A chorus of Yes please! rang out as both of you rushed to the master bedroom in the suite as Henry leisurely followed the two of you, unbuckling his belt as he walked. Your mouth went dry as he popped open the button and unzipped his jeans. The bulge in his underwear made your mouth water, you heard Jungkook's breath catch in his throat.

“Who wants to suck me off and who wants to sit on my face?” his deep voice punched out an involuntary whimper out of you both. “I want- I want to suck you- please, sir?” God Jungkook looked so pathetic staring at Henry with his big doe eyes, begging to have his mouth stuffed to the brim. “Fuck bunny, you look like a bunny, can I call you that?” his voice was raspy and thick with desire. “Yes, yes sir. I'll be your bunny” you stared in awe as Jungkook fell down at his knees near the bed and Henry walked over sitting down on the edge of the bed while accomodating Jungkook between his legs. ……………………………………………….........................

And that's how you both ended up here, with Jungkook split open on Henry's dick as you ride his nose and tongue, crying for mercy.

“Agh-sIR! Too much! TOO MUCH! PLEASE- can't fuck- it hurts- no-no more! Plea-AH-” your voice broke mid sentence as two of his thick digits bullied their way into your swollen folds joining his tongue's merciless assault on you puffy clit. His chin and throat was drenched in your essence due to the sheer amount of orgasms you already had experienced on his perfect face.

Jungkook wasn't faring any better, each brutal thrust punching out an almost feral moan out of the idol's throat. “Hen-SIR! Yes- yes right there! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me- please please PLEASE! Use me! I can't I'm gonna cum, you're- mhm-ah-AGH- my prostate- NGH-!!!!” He squeals as his body was forced into another orgasm, ropes of cum shooting out of his red, sensitive tip onto Henry's happy trail and abs. Henry groans into your swollen dripping pussy as Jungkook clamps down on to his dick like vice, whimpering because of overstimulation.

“I'm gonna squirt, HENRY- Jungkook! Sir- oh- ah! Fucking GOD, OH- my pussy is gonna break, I can't! I'm gonna- nah- ah- fuck fuck fuck-” your pussy contracts one last before the dam in your lower belly breaks and jets of clear liquid gushes out of cunt in spurts, soaking Henry's entire lower face and chest.

Both you and Jungkook collapse against each other over Henry body as he gently maneuvers both of you off of him. As you open your bleary eyes, they fell on his painful erection, Henry hadn't cum yet.

You nudged Jungkook and the both of you pushed him down, each straddling a thigh. Henry let of a small gasp as you got to work. Leaning down and taking his leaking tip into your mouth, a moan was ripped from Henry's mouth. Jungkook shuffled around for sometime and produced the open bottle of lube that was used earlier to prep him into taking Henry's thick cock. He drizzled some onto his fingers before his tongue joined you in smothering Henry's dick.

“Oh-oh fuck bunny. Princess, your throat feels divine-” He pushed one of his arms to cover his face as the other threaded itself into your hair. There was another loud moan from Henry as Jungkook pushed his finger into his tight heat. The warmth on his cock and balls from two very eager mouths as well the pressure on his prostate from the prying fingers made Henry's head spin. His volume was rising, moans and groans falling from his lips as his hips moved on their own, chasing the heat while simultaneously pushing his ass towards the fingers abusing his sweet spot.

“Shit shit shit, fuck- off off- I'm gonna cum, darlings- pull off pull off- Jesus Christ- FUCK-” Thick ropes of cum shot out his twitching dick as his thighs shake and hips continue to thrust minutely. The cum streaks painted both your and your boyfriend's face and all three of your hearts continue to race.

“Wow, Kryptonian stamina wasn't a joke, holy shit-” Henry busted out laughing at Jungkook's joke.

“Now think about Yoongi hyung, who wrote gay fanfics in highschool, finding about his maknae, getting plowed to oblivion by the Superman himself-” you stopped at the grimace on Jungkook's face as Henry started wheezing.

After a while, Henry had cleaned all three of you with a wet towel before tucking you two into the bed and then getting in himself, succumbing to the post orgasmic blissful sleep.

Why do I imagine Rody and deku in a scenario like this? Like

Rody: *trying to be seductive after having two drinks* You know what is big?

Midoriya: *wasted as fuck* my-my love for All Might!

Rody: *blinks* your love for All Might?

Midoriya: *looks Rody dead in the eye* Did I stutter?

Rody's hitting new buttons on me that I didn't even knew I had

This man is a fine specimen.

Rody: HERO TELL ME YOUR TYPE, FAST!

Midoriya: *BLEEDING OUT PROFUSELY* brown hair, super kind, very cute, broke-

Rody: *BLUSHING* NOT THAT HERO- YOUR BLOOD TYPE!!