#abbonationfics

When he sees you plodding uphill on main street toward the Inn, toting your suitcase and bags, he slows and pulls over to the side of the road. “Wan’ some help?”

You glance up at him, sweat dripping and stinging your eyes. “‘m fine, thanks,” you huff out and make to continue on. But he’s out of the truck and opening the tailgate before you can take a step. “‘ere,” he huffs as he lifts your suitcase in one motion into the truck bed, “There we go. C’mon then,” he opens the truck door and holds his hand out for you to climb in.

You had heard people up north were nice, but not this nice. You laugh nervously, “You’re not a serial killer, right?”

He makes eye contact with you, shooting a sly smile your way, “Course not, love.”

You hum in affirmation and pull yourself up into his truck with his hand, the thing must be nearly 4 feet up off the ground, and you’re already exerted from the trek up to this point- too tired to argue or subject your feet to anymore walking.

But it’s not everyday a sweet plushie hen like yourself falls into his hands, John moved on instinct upon seeing you- not stopping to decide if what he was doing was sensible.

No, from now on, as long as you’ll let him, you won’t be carrying your suitcase ever again- in fact, you won’t be carrying anything. Except his babies around in your belly and on your wide hips for the rest of your life.

— - But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. - —

Two months later and you’re parked off the side of the road, hidden somewhere near La Poel, on a weekend camping trip with Price during his leave. The trucks cab is opened out to the water, both the front door and suicide door opened for ample room- you’re face down, ass up and John is on his knees behind you, eating. Some old rock song plays through the radio while his tongue flattens against you, his face is as close as he can possibly be to your cunt, his scruff rough against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs; you swish your hips side to side to ride his mouth. John’s unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans, so he can fist his cock while he laps at you.

You’re mewling for him, “Fuck, John, yes-“ and he can hardly keep it together beneath you. Once you’re begging for him, he pushes up off the ground, standing before you, and shoves his old Levi’s the rest of the way down his wide hairy thighs, exposing his thick, veiny prick and fat balls to you. You peek under where your belly hangs, reaching to hold his sac and guide him into your soppy hole.

His eyes roll back, “fuckin’ ell, hunny, need me that bad?” His mauve colored tip notches inside you and you moan your approval to him, desperate for him to manhandle you a little. “Please, John, baby-“ your finger tips dance over your clit while he fucks you. Price spreads your cheeks and spits right between them; your cheeks heat when he says, “Bet your little asshole is tight too,” you clench down on him. He laughs meanly and grips the fat of your hips. “Yeah, you like that, don’chya. Like bein’ a nasty little thing f’me,”

“Oh- John,” you whine, embarrassed at his words. He fucks you deep, as deep as he can- the sensation of his length against your inner walls and his balls knocking against your gooey, engorged clit plap, plap, plap get you close quick.

When he rubs his thumb over your asshole, barely pressing inside, you start to come, and it’s the most heart-wrenchingly, ball-drainingly sexy thing John has ever seen or heard. His mouth drops open at the way your walls flutter sweetly around his dick, kissing all over his head and frenulum.

There’s no way he can keep from spilling inside you. Your pussy starts to sound all gushy, squirt leaking from your cunt, cum squishing and bubbling around the base of him and into his pubes, down over his balls and onto the rainforest floor. “I’m comin’, hun,” he can’t stop, groaning all deep and raspy as he holds onto your hips to punch into your cunt a final few times. You reach underneath again and grab his balls holding them in place so you can feel them pulse as he empties all his cum into your cunt. “Oh goddamn-“ he moans as he slows, still loosely thrusting as he drains it all into you.

Finally, you release each other, as he pulls back from you, a mess of juice and spunk floods from within your opening, out onto the ground. You collapse forward, tired out from your afternoon delight.

John, however, leans into the front seat, grabs a napkin from the glove box, and scoops up your mess from the ground beneath you, release littered with pieces of moss and twigs now.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, genuinely.

“The rule is leave no trace, right?” He smiles, raising an eyebrow as he pats your naked calf and pulls you out of the seat towards the water.

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Warnings and contents: Waxplay, dry humping, penis in vagina sex, creampie, mention of safewords, slight D/S dynamics (nothing harsh)

A/N: HII!! Yes everyone, I have joined the Wolverine love train, and I fear I'm never getting off, but I'm not mad about it. Anyway, college has been beating my ass with a pipe so this will likely be my only contribution to Kinktober this year 😔so plz forgive me and accept this heinous piece of work as penance.

As always, this piece is written with a chubby, reader who has a vagina in mind but other than that there is little to no physical description.

Love you guys, talk soon! XO

Red and Dripping

"So, Lo, have you ever heard of wax play?" you asked, as you and Logan sat down on your bed to watch TV in your room after training for the day.

"Nope, never heard of it." Logan replied, a while absently flipping through channels on the TV.

"Well, Cosmo says it's when you use hot candle wax on your partner's body and it feels really good. It’s  supposed to feel like a little sting at first but then the sting turns to pleasure." You explained to your boyfriend, trying to sound convincing.

"What, during sex?” You nod to affirm. “You want me to drip wax on you while we fuck?" Logan questioned, raising his eyebrow in that way of his.

"Well, actually, I was thinking I could do it to you." You suggested.

"Why me? I don't want my balls burnt." Logan said defensively.

"It won't burn you, baby. That's the whole point of it." You explained, adding with a laugh, "plus I'm not putting it on your balls, that is, if you're good, anyway."

"If you burn my balls, I'm never having sex with you again." Logan warned you.

"I actually already bought the candles for it, something told me you wouldn't be opposed to a little pain," You tell him with a smile. “If you wanted to give it a try now.”

“I’m gonna trust you on this one, princess,” He replied gruffly.

You walked over to your dresser and got out the three red paraffin candles you had purchased from a little truck stop slash sex shop outside of the city and a lighter. You return to the bed where Logan was still sitting, leaned against the headboard, and perch yourself on his thighs, straddling him. You put the candles on the bedside table and lit the first one. While you wait for it to melt a bit you turn to your Wolverine, his nostrils slightly flared and pupils dilated. "Baby," he moved his large warm hands over your hips and lower back, dipping his head forward to lick and kiss the junction of your throat and shoulder.

"Remember the rule, Logan?" You pull his head back, looking into his eyes, needing to know he wants this.

He nods, hands beginning to roam to your belly, you can feel him hardening under you.

You began by dripping a little bit of the warm wax onto the inside of your wrist to see how hot it was. It was definitely hot enough to make you jump but it felt good on your skin, a quick burn fizzling into a warm tingle.

"Let me try a little bit." Logan said while extending his arm towards you.

You do the same amount onto the inside of his wrist and he flinches a bit letting out a little moan in the process. "Mm- again," he whispered as he closed his eyes.

You poured more wax onto his wrist and he let out a louder moan and bucked his hips up, his cock brushing against your core through his sweatpants. His breathing increased and he sat up to take his shirt off before scooting to fully lay under you.

"You like it?" You ask him, focusing on how his cheeks and chest are already starting to flush for you.

"Yeah, honey it’s nice," he says, a little whiny as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. You took that as your cue to start.

You hold the candle a few inches over his left nipple, tilting it just slightly to pour just a little bit of the wax onto the peak.

He keened, "F-fuck, oh my god, that's good" His hands gripping the meat of your hips tightly, starting to slowly drag you back and forth against himself. Your underwear provides delicious friction against your clit.

"Oh god that's so good," he moans, eyes rolling back as he arches up, so you hold the candle higher and let more of the red wax drip off the candle down onto the upper part of his stomach. You do the same to the other nipple and litter more spatters on his toned chest, getting close to the base of his throat. He keeps moving his hips underneath you, now moving his feet up for more leverage.

You can feel yourself leaking into your panties now, the added slick lubricating the way you slide against the hard line of his cock, it's catching on your clit and you whimper, starting to lose the composure you had- but he isn't finished yet, still groaning beneath you, and you want more.

You pour another line of wax down his stomach, and then a second one right next to it. "Nggh, yeah sweetheart," You're so close now, the building pressure is nearly suffocating, just a few more thrusts against him and you'll be gone. But Logan is nearly there, you're sure of it, and you need him to come before you do. You want to see it. So you quickly set the candle down on the table, you don't want it to go out just yet. You run your hands over his pecs, feeling the heated skin firm under your fingertips. You rub your thumbs over his nipples and he huffs a groan.

"Please baby, please touch me," he begs.

You pull away from his cock, you don't want to push him over the edge too soon, can tell he wants to keep going. "It's okay, Logan, you're doing so well for me. We're gonna make you feel so good, I promise, just trust me," you murmur, taking his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together and holding them on either side of his head against the pillow. He nods, and swallows, you can feel him loosely humping up against you, begging for some friction on his dick.

You move your mouth down to suck at one nipple, dripping spit onto it, licking the hardened wax off his skin and scraping your teeth so gently against the hardened bud, you move to the other and do the same. He's panting under you, "Baby, please, please touch my cock, I need it," he nearly cries. You love when he begs, he's such a strong man, so composed and nonchalant, but he lets you do whatever you want to him, exterior cracking into a man who's so eager to please, desperate to receive. You give in, sliding down his body, dragging your clothed cunt over his hard dick before moving lower.

"What do you need, sweet boy?" You ask, nosing along his treasure trail, sucking at the pudge under his navel, placing kisses on the wax as you make your way to his pubic hair, teasing him as you pull down his sweatpants.

He can barely speak, "Touch me, suck my cock, anything, fuck, anything," he breathes. There's a wet patch on the front of his sweatpants, whether it's from you or him you're not sure, but you kiss it anyway. "Shit-" his cock twitches against your lips through the material. You pull the waistband down to let it spring free, he sways at the cool air, slapping against his belly, you cup his sac and bring them out too, all exposed now. His tip is an angry red, mimicking the wax, and a fat glob of precum bubbles out of the head, swollen with girth at how turned on he is. You lean forward and lick from the bottom of his balls up the vein to cup the tip of him with your tongue. "Ohh jesus," His hands move to cover his face now.

You lick back down to his balls, kissing them, suckling lightly at the skin, he tastes like salt and smells intoxicatingly of Logan, you suck one into your mouth and he moans. You pull away with a pop, "I'm gonna put more wax on you now, okay baby?"

"Yes, yes please do it," he answers, moving his hands to tangle in your hair, pulling slightly, you love it when he loses it like this. You move up to grab the candle, making sure it's still melty before carefully dripping it on his inner thigh, the reaction it pulls from him is immediate. "Fuck-" He growls, pushing his hips off the bed and gripping your hair and shoulders harder.

"What's the safeword, Logan?" You ask him, even though he doesn't really need to use it, but you want him to know he has control.

"Red, I'll say red if I need to stop." He answers, eyes still closed, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. His cock is pulsing regularly now, balls drawing up tight against him.

"That's so good Wolvie, I'm so proud of you, look at how pretty you are for me" you praise, he whimpers at your words. You move the candle to pour some wax onto his other thigh, you make a little pool in the dip of where his hip joins to the top of his thigh.

You spit into your free hand, finally taking pity on him. You begin messily stroking his cock, and pour a drip of wax right above his pubes on his lower belly, making him writhe in pleasure filled pain. You can tell he's close, cock dribbling clear precum steadily into your hand and his stomach, you rub the tip of your finger against his hole, just to see what he'll do. He whines, "I want to come, I'm so close." His voice cracks like he's about to cry.

"You want me to fuck you?" You ask, knowing the answer.

"No- please just- please I-" he stutters, cut off by his own moaning as you rub the underside of his cock, right under his head. He's close, so close.

"Do you want to come?" You ask, "Tell me what you want, Logan, use your words."

"I wanna come, I need it, please let me come, I'll do anything," He begs.

"You wanna come in my pussy or my mouth? Or all over my tits?" You ask, squeezing your legs together for some friction.

He looks down at you, “Fuck, in your pussy, please, I can't wait– need to be inside you."

"Okay Logan, you've done so good, made me feel so good." You praise, climbing back over to be on top of him, sliding off your absurdly wet underwear down before pulling your tank top off over your head. He cups your tits, pulling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, lightly twisting how you like.

You straddle his wide hips and grip the base of him to guide it inside, slowly lowering yourself down over the head, an obscene gooey sound happens as he breaches your untouched cunt, and you fold, the arm holding you up nearly collapsing as you slide down the rest of his incredible width. "Ah, holy fuck," Logan groans as he moves his hands to your hips, gripping you tightly as he bottoms out, cock nestled deep inside you.

"Ghh, Logan, so good, such a fat cock," you huff out as he pulses inside of you, balls pressed tightly against your perineum. He's panting and moaning under you, hips thrusting up slightly to get some friction, to move. You start grinding down on him, rubbing your clit into his pubic hair. "I'm not gonna last, princess," he moans, "I-I'm too close."

"I know, Lo, you can come whenever you want." You say as you lean back and brace your hands on his thighs, lifting up before sliding back down and starting to ride him as quickly as you can. -plap, plap, plap- His length stabs into your front wall, sharp bursts of euphoria blinding you, catapulting you towards orgasm.

"Fuck, baby, yes, fuck yes," he grunts, and takes over by holding your hips in place to fuck up into you. "Oh god," you cry, "Shit, I'm gonna come," you sob. "Let go Logan, please I need your cum all inside," you keen.

His eyes go blank, then roll back as his whole body tenses, his claws slice the space between his knuckles and sink deep into the mattress while his cock is swelling up and pulsing wildly within you as he comes with a yell, hot liquid flooding your cunt in harsh waves. His orgasm triggers yours, sending you spiraling over the edge blindly as you gush and pulse and flutter around his drooling cock. You absolutely collapse on top of him, his arms coming to wrap around you. There are no words as he turns you both to your sides, his cock still sheathed inside.

After a few moments of silence, and catching your breath you break the tension, "So how was that?" you ask, a little too cocky.

Logan smiles down at you, breathing a laugh, "It was pretty good, I guess."

You roll your eyes and giggle, "Just pretty good, huh?" You question.

Logan's smile grows, "It was amazing, you know me too well."

"It was, wasn't it?" You answer, looking back into his eyes.

You both burst out laughing, leaning forward and pressing your lips together. "I love you so much," Logan whispers after breaking the kiss.

"I love you too," you whisper back, resting your forehead against his. 

A few minutes passed before you felt Logan's cock twitch inside you, causing you to clench around him. "Ready to go again?" you asked your boyfriend.

Simon can cleanly and precisely execute an enemy from over two-hundred and fifty meters away; leaving a singular entry and exit point with a .338 caliber round.

In the chaos and confusion following this action, he can comm his team to move, disassemble his gun, and be in tow to the safe location without a batting of his eye.

Simon handles his USR Sniper with a silencing barrel and optical zoom scope with the same care and love as he does you.

If you ask him to— Simon will prepare a warm compress to soften the thick hairs on and up between your thighs. He will massage your feet and calves while he waits for the follicles to swell, allowing for a more precise, less damaging cut.

Then, he will use a gentle, homemade exfoliant made from a blend of fine caster sugar, and jojoba and grapeseed oils. He will apply the exfoliating scrub with two thick, warm fingers, rubbing in methodically small circles over the skin of your hips, the bracket of your thighs and ass, the thick of your pubic mound.

Simon will rinse the scrub away from your mons with warm trickling water, and open his razor case from where it rests beside you on the bed.

He will slot a fresh, thin metal blade into its cold, silver handle, and set it on the nightstand before pushing your legs open to rest on the pillows on either side of where he kneels on the floor between them.

He will lather you in thick, velvety, lightly herbaceous smelling foam from your belly button down, making sure not to get any inside, he doesn’t want to cause you any discomfort.

Simon will pluck the razor from the bedside, and with the same intense, deafening, boiling focus as when he is set to end a life from miles away— he will push up on your belly, stretching the skin with his left hand, and use his right to shave one clean strip from the top of your mound, ending right above where your clitoris is beginning to peek from its hood.

Simon pays no attention to the way your cunt begins to wink at him, desperately clenching up tight each time he slides the cool metal through the foam covering you.

He moves your labia with incredible care, his eyes darker than when he began— nostrils flaring as his callused finger tips come away sticky with your leaking arousal. The scent of your wetness permeating the air between you, giving away what neither of you will say with words.

A stolen glance up to your eyes reveals how affected he is, brown irises and blonde eyebrows shifting into a look of almost begging.

The rough sound of denim against cotton ricochets as Simon humps against the bed— flexing his hips and ass to relieve some of the pressure straining the front of his pants.

Refocusing his attention to your apex, he stills his now slightly shaking hand to rinse you again as he finishes his work- this time with cooler - but not cold - water.

He will dip into another handmade vessel of moisturizer and warm it for a moment between his palms, before applying it with the same careful precision that he shaved you with.

He will watch goose flesh appear down your calves, and your nipples harden with immediacy as he blows a long puff of cool air onto your smooth inner thighs and vulva.

You’re glistening for him now, and he tells you as much as he wipes his his index and middle fingers; before spreading you open again and carefully roving just the tip of his index finger over your clit, so as not to overwhelm the sensitive newly bared flesh of your pussy.

Your pleasure was already well underway, and it takes not but twenty circles of his fingers around your clit to have you pulsing for him. A gently heart stopping wave of euphoria washes over you, causing a new plane of goose flesh to arise with your orgasm.

Gooey, viscous liquid coats Simon’s hand when he pulls away from you, quickly unbuttoning his jeans with the other hand, so that he may use your cum as lubrication to finish himself off with.

He stands over you, gripping his purple and red prick with fierce strength; he beats at it with his fist at an intense pace— breathing heavily all the while.

Okay so, he knows you're unhappy, knows you want him.. but how to get you? He's pondering this when the golden opportunity falls into his lap, your husband is cheating on you. Well, an eye for an eye, right?

In a rage, and under the guise of "working on the marriage" you agree to a threesome with said husband, insisting that you have the perfect friend for the job.

One tension filled week and a cheap hotel room later, you're grinding all over Ghost’s lap in the bed when your husband arrives, struck dumb in the doorway, keycard in hand.

You promised though, babe- you pout at your husband. He watches as you undress, and climb atop Simon who's caressing the thick fat of your ass, wondering why on Earth your idiot husband would do such a pretty bird so wrong. He palms at your breasts, sucking your nipples harshly so that you feel a tingling all the way down to your toes.

Finally your husband mounts behind you, and makes to slide inside adjoining Ghost. And you can admit, it does feel good, two cocks to stretch out on, it feels nice. But looking down at Ghosts scarred face, his eyes full of heated want and a certain knowing, that this is where you were meant to be all along.

Hubby finishes quickly and pathetically, without more than a few minutes of thrusting. He gets up to sit in the chair across the room, lazily rubbing his softening dick.

Now though, it's finally Ghosts turn to show you what you already know you want. Have wanted, for months of knowing him. He readjusts you to put your weight on your knees, making more space for his wide thighs beneath yours. He then slides his wide palms over your belly, under your ass to lift and spread you open, and begins to thrust up into you- moaning all the way. "Thas' right, open 'er up for me," You collapse onto your palms, resting them next to his head.

"She's mine now, lovie. Sweet little cunt's all for me." His eyes are right on yours, as you reach between your bellies to rub your clit. You look up, your husband is gone, the bathroom door closed.

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He hadn’t felt this insane with a person ever in his memory. So fucking entranced that he had to jack off on his lunch break just to be able to finish the work day, he pulls out the Polaroid he took of you from his wallet, and considers calling you but decides against using the clunky expensive thing for this particular reason. Joel thinks back to the day he took that picture of you, laid out on your bed, creamy sheets wrapped around you like some kinda fuckin angel.

You’d been together a few months, dated, and only just recently started spending nights together. So your apartment was, relatively speaking, new territory. He knew he was attracted to you, like seriously, agonizingly attracted to you, but when he started being able to note your smell on things it became a lot, even for him.

From something obvious, like the way your pillows smelled after you’d washed your hair the previous night, to the way the scent of your arousal lingered on his mustache and fingers after you’d fucked, he was gutted by the hold you had on him.

He showed you as much when, after you’d made coffees in bed, the sweet thing you were, he brushed his hand up your thighs, waited for you to finish your sip, and took your mug to place it on the bedside table.

Joel waited for you to scoot back towards the headboard and lay, spreading your knees wide open where he could get down between them.

“Gonna pay me for my services, mister?”

“I have every intention to, ma’am.” He smiles, as he pushes the hem of his big t shirt over your belly, kissing the pudge above where your underwear rest on your hips. He squeezes into your belly, kissing and grazing, lighting a fire in his wake, now carefully slipping just one finger under the elastic to brush down over your pubic bone.

He tries to be subtle, he does, tries not to inhale too hard, but he can’t stop himself when you thrust your hips up towards his face and he presses his nose right into the triangle of your clothed cunt, breathing in deep the scent of you. He outwardly groans, unable to stop from thrusting down into your sheets, cock becoming heavy at the wet patch forming on the gusset of your underwear.

He pushes just the seat of them aside, slides one finger through your labia, and pushes it inside. He’s greeted with a sweet squelch of excitement from your cunt, and a loud gasp from your mouth, “Yes, more Joel-“

He obeys, adding another finger, and pretending now it’s his cock, gaping you open just for his eyes to see. You beg and plead, little sounds as he licks and kisses, until he’s decided you’re ready.

He moves up to kneel above you, keeping your feet planted on the tops of his hairy thighs. “Is she ready baby? Ready for this cock?” He slides himself over your underwear through the seam of your pussy, pushing your thighs together nice and tight to rub against you.

“Yeah Joel, please, c’mon-“ you’re getting needy now, so he pulls your underwear down over your ass, and up your thighs to rest on where your knees are parallel to the bed. Joel uses his spit to get just the tip of his cock wet, and guides it into your opening, feeding you just the head while he strokes the length.

“Fuck, baby, so pretty for me,” he slides home, seating himself all the way in, moaning as he does, it’s gruff and powerful- just like him.

He sets a quick pace, moving his hands up your arms to your shoulders to keep you in place, he bends to suck your nipple, biting so gentle the way he knows you like, making you moan your own song for him right next to his ear.

He can smell the sex in the air now, probably a prominent reason for his lusting over your scent.

“Ah fuck baby, I can’t-“ he says as he moves one hand to hold by the base of your throat, the other to your undies hanging off your knees, he stretches them against the bend of your calf and drops his head, putting them right up to his nose and inhales. Inhales your sweet, heady, tangy scent. The smell of you, of comfort and love and all that he can make you feel with just his body.

You keen, both in surprise and arousal, you feel butterflies deep in your stomach at the sight.

He moans out at the sensation of smelling you while fucking you, and does it again, and again. The third time he just rests them against his face, “I’m fucking close babe, I’m gonna come all over this sweet little pussy as soon as she’s ready for me.”

“O-okay Joel just, okay,” you focus on your impending climax, heat raising to your ears and cheeks, blossoming across your chest.

Joel pushes down on the back of your thighs and brings your underwear closer to your own nose.

“Smell that, sweetness? That’s you. That’s me. We did that- ffuck I’m gonna come, baby,”

You erupt at his words and the scent of your own arousal in the air, the blinding heat of orgasm and a little embarrassment taking over, all while Joel’s messy thrusts slam to a stop inside your cunt. His clenching balls empty inside your walls, and you moan at the thought of him filling you up.

You lay together for a few minutes just to catch your breath. “Oh my god, Joel, what was that?” You laugh at him as he gets up for a towel.