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Kinktober #6
6. A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex (Old Man Logan x Reader)
You see him at the bar most nights that you’re there, nursing a whiskey and keeping to himself. On the occasion he deigns to lift his gaze from his drink you always feel it on you, hot and heavy and oh so aware of every movement you make.
You like it. Your skin lights up beneath him, a little static dancing over you where his eyes settle. But every time you turn back to your fiancé and his dull friends and try to be interested in a conversation they have no intention of including you in.
Why do you suffer through it? Well, things have been this way for so long now that you don’t know what they’d look like were they to change. Grit your jaw and bear it, it’s only the rest of your life, after all.
The man closes the gap the first time you enter the establishment alone. You swig down your beer, bitter and nasty but the cheapest thing they sell, grimacing at each hoppy mouthful. After a long moment he pulls back the stool in order to settle in next to you at the bar and you’re intensely aware of the size of him.
“No boyfriend tonight?” he rumbles, broad fingers raising his glass to his lips.
“Fiancé,” you correct half-heartedly. Is he still your fiancé? It was a pretty vicious fight you got in not two hours ago, and right now the ring on your finger feels like a shackle. He picks up on your unease and chuckles, and oh, it is a lovely and rich sound.
“Mmm, sure.”
The two of you lapse back into silence, nursing your drinks.
“We got into an argument,” you confess when you feel like more words are necessary. The stranger cocks a brow.
“He seems like an asshole.”
“What would you know?” you ask, desperate to defend for some reason. Pride, perhaps. He finally fixes you with a look, sunken hazel eyes boring into your soul. You are transfixed.
“Seen the way he treats you when you’re out together. Like you’re an annoyance. A second thought. Doesn’t deserve you, sweetheart.”
When his warm hand moves to rest on your thigh you don’t make any effort to shake it free. You let it stay there, possessive. You tap your nails on the pocked bar and consider his words.
The stranger moves in, closing the stale air between the two of you. His breath is warm on the shell of your ear as he speaks, gravelly velvet.
“Does he even make you come, honey?”
You should throw your drink in his face and slap him. Instead you feel your cheeks get warm.
“No,” you confess, a whisper. The stranger looks quietly smug at knowing this before you could even voice it. He swallows down the last of his liquor before standing, holding the hand that was on your thigh out to you as an invitation.
“Let me take care of you.”
You eye your beer, decide not to finish it, and take his hand.
“Can I get your name?”
“Maybe if you like what I do to you,” he states and your cunt floods.
He leads you out to a limo in the empty parking lot, sliding the key inside the door and holding it open for you. You cock your head to the side, silently asking a question.
“The driver,” he chuckles. Fuck. Yeah, okay, after hearing that laugh, he can do whatever he damn well likes to you. You’re going to fuck this limo driver in the backseat and he’s going to make you forget your fiancé’s goddamn name.
The moment you enter into the limo he’s upon you. The door slams behind him as he holds your head in his hands, bringing your mouth to his for a rough kiss, claiming you as his. You let him as his beard scratches you. His tongue swipes against your own, hot and tasting of rich liquor, and his hands go for your jeans. You buck up into his touch and let him strip you without complaint, let him explore every inch of your skin he unveils. His hands are calloused but tender, caressing each new part of you he unveils, and when he touches between your legs? Oh, heaven. Heaven.
Your clothes thrown across the backseat and him still fully in his suit he fucks you with his fingers, one hand pistoning in and out of you, the other rubbing rough circles on your clit. Your orgasm hits you with such force that it’s like a freight train - your head thrown back and eyes blurry with tears and stars as you squirt up the length of his thick forearm. Another one of those delicious chuckles as he licks his fingers clean.
“Did you know you could do that, baby?”
You shake your head, desperate for a repeat of it. The stranger doesn’t leave you hanging. He wrestles with his fly just enough to free his cock, hard and red and dropping with need for you. The size of it is something to behold but you don’t get a chance to adjust before he’s lining himself up and slowly pushing inside. Each inch is a gorgeous stretch that takes your breath away, his hand stroking your hair as he talks you through it.
“That’s it, sweetheart. There we go. You’re being so fucking sweet for me, hm? Letting me fuck you in the back of my limo like this… you’re dirtier than anyone’s ever imagined…”
When he reaches his lips to yours you can taste the orgasm he kissed off of his own fingers. You moan into his mouth as he starts to move, the glorious length of him the pinpoint of your entire universe. Pulling out to the tip, slamming back home, whispering strings of filthy praise in your ear. All you can do is hang on and trust him to take care of you, the way he has once already.
It isn’t long before that sweet pressure builds up again. His cockhead brushes the inside of your walls and you come all over his cock, drenching the front of his suit in a way he looks pleased by. His grip tightens as he finishes inside of you, spilling inside of you hot and thick. You feel utterly claimed. You have been ruined for anyone else.
He helps you sit up and redress, offering you an unopened bottle of water. A moment of silence passes as the smell of sex settles into the leather seats.
“I’ll drive you home…”
Your grip on his forearm is vice-like.
“Take me back to yours,” you beg. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know his name, you don’t need to. He’s taken better care of you in one night than your fiancé has in years.
He softens at the pleading in your voice, those hazel eyes tender.
“Okay, sweetheart. Okay.”
i never thought dentures could be so sexy... oh how i need a follow-up to this 😭 i would even write one with your blessing LOL
the thought of watching a movie between them, all cuddled up!! UGH UNFAIR 😵💫🤍
Kinktober #7
7. Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)
It’s not fair, you think, that you have two perfectly handsome partners and neither of them allow you to leave any marks on them at all. You’d love to be able to show that they’re yours. A purple mark in the shape of your teeth, perhaps, or red pinpricks where they ask you to slap them just a little harder.
They’re both pain freaks and you’re happy to oblige, so long as everyone is being sensible. Your body is a palimpsest of their adoration: bites, scratches, bruises, all of that good stuff which leaves you aching after a night of being thoroughly taken care of.
How you wish you could return the favour.
Lying in their laps as the three of you slob out and watch a movie, you reach up to trace Logan’s jugular with a feather-light touch. His attention gotten, he glances down at you.
“You okay, baby?”
“Mm. Just thinking.”
“Sexy thinking?” Wade asks hopefully. The man is so on your wavelength that it’s scary sometimes.
“I was wondering if I had like, adamantium dentures or something, I’d leave a mark which took longer to heal.”
“Sorry, you’re thinking about dentures…” Wade says after a beat, as Logan chuckles.
“You asked!” you say, throwing your hands into the air. Wade grabs one and presses a kiss to it, a gesture of armistice.
“Okay, sorry, you’re right. That is an interesting question. What’s your thoughts, honey badger?”
“Maybe. If we get some, we’ll put the theory to the test, okay?” he replies, voice a warm rumble from his chest.
“I suppose…” you sigh. It occurs to you that Wade hasn’t let go of his hold on your wrist. In fact, he drags his tongue across your pulse and gently bites down, teeth on the sharper side of a caress.
“Wade…?”
“Sorry pookie. All that biting talk got me thinking…”
He tugs you up and into his lap in one swift motion, making you gasp as you feel the beginning of a hard-on forming in his sweats. His mouth traces your throat oh so reverently.
“Like leaving marks on you, is all…”
He waits for you to nod your consent before biting down. Canines sink into the soft flesh of your neck, not quite hard enough to draw blood but enough to know that he’s been there. Marking his territory. Proving that you belong to him.
“Wade…” you breathe, rocking your hips down into his, encouraging him. He kisses the mark he made on your neck as his hands start pulling at the hem of your shirt.
You’d better get ready. It’ll be Logan’s turn next…
“‘m an old man, sweetheart. You sure a sweet thing like you wants this?”
It’s rasped out against your lips. Funny that he asks it now - that white dress shirt already half-unbuttoned. The echo of his hands lingering on your hips, the brush of his mouth against yours. If only he knew how you dreamed of this, of him, since the first night you met.
logan promptober -> old
omfg avo your MIND 😭 your humor is so good, i ADORE the way you write wade holy shit 🥹😵💫🤍
“The crime does not fit the punishment, pookie. I finished your Cap’n Crunch and you’re trying to make my dick explode.”
this line made me laugh out loud so hard i had to show my bf 😭 i too am a cap'n crunch fiend so wade is getting what he deserves
“Logan gets all the good ones and I have to be in the prompts where you fucking torture me…” he mutters.
i love your fourth wall breaks!! i was aching for fics where wade obviously knows he's in a Fic and your wade kinktober pieces are really hitting the spot omg
not wade stapling his fucking mouth shut 😭 he WOULD!! he's such a little weirdo i love him. and i just know he gets fucked so good after halloween town... ugh 😵💫🤍
Kinktober #8
8. Flogging // Swallowing // Cock Warming
“What have I done to deserve this?”
You throw Wade a look over your shoulder, shifting to readjust your seat. He lets out a strangled noise as his cock buries itself further into your warmth. It brushes up against your sweet spot in a way which almost makes you moan, but you swallow it down because it’s far more fun to be a little mean to him and pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as he is.
It’s not a problem. He likes it. Gets off on it really, masochist that he is.
“You know what you did, Wade Wilson.”
His hands alight on your hips as he gently tries to love you in his lap. Get you to bounce on him a little. Anything. But you remain as still as a statue, gently slapping away his touch when he tries to do more than just caress you. Knowing he’s been defeated Wade throws himself back into the sofa, garrulous mouth defeated for a moment. This lasts for all of two minutes.
“Baby I said I was sorry I ate all your cereal—”
“I’m not annoyed you ate it, I’m annoyed you put the goddamn empty box back into the cupboard for me to find. Replace my food, Wade!”
“The crime does not fit the punishment, pookie. I finished your Cap’n Crunch and you’re trying to make my dick explode.”
You reach for the Pringles tucked at your side - supplies for a long afternoon of cockwarming - munching down a few and in a moment of grace you hold one over your shoulder and feed it to Wade out of your hand. He crunches in your ear, your own personal ASMR show.
“Logan gets all the good ones and I have to be in the prompts where you fucking torture me…” he mutters. You snuggle into his lap, rock-hard length complaining inside of you, and sigh as you resume your game. You feel yourself flooded with precome and it takes every ounce of self control you have not to just fuck him there and then on the communal couch.
“Honey, if you’re very good and let me finish Halloween Town in silence, we’ll see if we can do something about that desperate cock of yours, hmm?”
You know he’s raising his eyebrows in hope, you don’t even have to turn.
“Really?”
“Silence.”
There’s a rustling as Wade reaches for something on the side table, then a mechanical stamping noise. You can just about turn your head enough to see he’s stapled his own goddamn mouth shut. He winks and you can’t help but laugh at the grisly sight.
“Oh my god…”
He’s ridiculous. You love him.
weeping i love him so much this was perfect 😭🤍✨🥲🥹
p.s. delicious prose, as always
Kinktober #9
9. Anal// Praise Kink // Food Play
Logan Howlett is a weak, weak man.
He doesn’t ask for much nowadays. Years of self- neglect and attempts to find perdition at the bottom of a bottle have wrung a lot of the strength out of him. He can still fight when he has to, sure, but mostly he’s happy to just let life beat him down. Feels like it’s what he deserves.
Oh, but then he met you.
You with your candy-sweet words and soft hands. You who reached out to him with tenderness even when he acted like a stray mutt, hackles raised and a bite at his gums. You who offered him endless patience and the kindest piece of your heart until he stopped trying to snarl away your affection and came willingly into your arms.
An angel, truth be goddamn told.
He’d do anything to hear how happy he makes you. Serve you like a loyal dog at your side.
His face is buried between your legs, fucking you with his tongue like he was put on this earth to do it. You reach down to bury your fingers in his hair, tug him closer. He growls against you in pleasure. Yes. Use him, it’s what he was made for.
“Oh Logan, that’s it… fuck, just like that…”
He presses his face impossibly deeper into you. Takes in a deep breath to surround himself with your musk. Fuck. He drips into his jeans, bucking up into nothing just at the thought of fucking you properly. If he keeps going you’ll say those words, those words which drive him crazy, which he lives to hear…
“You’re so good for me, Lo…”
Ah, fuck. Yeah. There it is. Logan closes his eyes and gets lost in the sound of your praise and the taste of your sex. His tongue swiping flat and rough at you over and over until he tastes you orgasm on his tongue, swallowing it down like ambrosia.
Though you’re boneless on the mattress you beckon him closer. He throws off his clothes in a hurricane of flannel and denim, pressing himself against your hole and sliding fully inside you. You keen and throw your head back.
“So good, baby… so goddamn good for me… love you so much…”
He fucks you to the mantra of your honeyed words, slow and dripping like molasses from your sweet mouth. The wet slap of skin on skin creates a symphony around the bedroom. You dig your nails into his biceps and hold onto him for dear life.
He’d do anything for you. Just so long as you tell him you love it. Love him.
And you always will.
wade was so correct when he said this during the cockwarming prompt, it's all i could think of while reading this
“Logan gets all the good ones and I have to be in the prompts where you fucking torture me…”
poor wade!! sooo delicious, though. i want to spoil him so bad. after an adequate amount of torture, of course. teehee! ✨
Kinktober #10
10. Gags // Shaving // Knife Play
Logan slides into you languidly, taking his time easily stuffing you full of himself. You let out a long and satisfied sigh. Oh, isn’t it lovely to have your lover so deep that you can feel it in your guts? He's right at home when he's buried inside you. You run your nails down his back and hear him let out a lovely little chuckle.
“Calm down, baby, I’m right here. I’ll take care of you.”
A noise pipes up from the corner of the room. A muffled, insistent noise. In tandem you and Logan throw a look over to the chair which sits squashed in the corner, displaced by the California king you had to invest in to create ample space for all three of you to sleep and fuck. From his seat Wade’s eyes are blown wide as he watches, jaw attempting to masticate around letters he cannot form because of the rubber ball in his mouth.
He sighs and reaches for the buckle, fingers falling down with disappointment when he remembers the little padlock there. You slide your hand under the chain which sits around your neck and wave the tiny silver key at him teasingly.
“Nuh-uh baby. You said you’d be quiet, yeah? Gotta make good on that.”
“Why, you think our boy wants to tell us somethin’?” Logan asks, a smile spreading over his lips as he thrusts into you sharply. You moan and throw your head back into the pillow, Wade whines beneath the gag. You like this side of Logan, the easier side, more inclined to joke. It’s one you and Wade have brought out.
“Maybe you’re not going fast enough for him, old man…” you tease. Logan sees that challenge and takes it, flipping himself onto his back so you can ride him at whatever pace you want. Hands planted on his chest you start to fuck him with more force, but Wade keeps trying to get your attention. When you deign to give it to him this time he’s pointing at the bulge in his grey sweats.
“Oh, honey, you wanna touch yourself?”
He nods frantically. Yes yes yes.
You grind down into Logan, pulling a groan from deep in his chest.
“You don’t have to ask, baby, enjoy the show,” you sigh as you keep your pace up, enjoying the silence for a change. You usually like the commentary Wade provides. But sometimes it’s nice to hear the desperate sound of skin slapping on skin from the corner as you both entertain him…
Kinktober Day Six: 70's! Logan - Cock Worship
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You’re his servant, and his lap is the throne you worship. Knelt down, sat between his legs, hands spread across the hard plane of his thighs—your tongue lapping at his heavy balls as your eyes meet his.
He can only look at you and smile, running his fingers through your hair—pretty little thing like you, trained so well. “Enjoying yourself down there?”
You hum in approval, sloppily kissing at his cock as you see fit, mesmerized at how it throbs on beat against your lips. The taste of skin leaves you wanting more, the salt of it coating your tastebuds with each lick, eyes rolling back.
Yet, all good things must come to an end. Those same fingers that stroked your hair now hold you steady, pulling away the object of your attention as you whine no no no dejectedly.
“Logan, lemme play with it some more…”you huff, tongue sticking out to try and chase his cock but his grip is firm, unwavering.
“A lesson in patience baby,” he says as he waves his cock in your face, the tip of it slapping your nose. “Can’t have you getting greedy now can I?”
You want to beg him but you know better; when Logan gives you an order he means it. This means you’re forced to sit still while he drags his cock against your waiting lips, never letting it slip any further.
You groan in frustration, but it only makes him harder. “If I let you have your way, you’d be warming my dick for the rest of your life, ain’t that right pretty girl?”
You nod frantically, practically drooling at the thought. “Yes, can I? Promise I’ll make you feel good, promise—“
“I know you will, but you’ve gotta give me a second here,” his head falls back, chest heaving with each word. “Nearly made me come before I got to fuck that mouth of yours, don’t think I’m stupid.”
You whine at having been found out, thighs pressed together. “Just wanted to taste it, don’t be mad…”
“Could never be angry at you,” he coos, and then offers you his fingers as a replacement, playing with your tongue as he continues. “Can’t be mad at a slut for doin’ what’s in her nature.”
You moan around his digits, sucking at them like you would if he let you on his cock. “Please, Logan, lemme suck your cock.”
You swear you could cum like this, with nothing but his fingers and his words rattling around in your empty cock-drunk head, but thankfully he takes pity on you.
“Ask nicely baby,” he laughs, tracing the pink tip onto your lips, smearing his pre-cum on them, your own personal lip gloss. “Say you wanna choke on daddy’s cock.”
Your lips are pushed against the base of his cock, words muffled. “Wanna choke on daddy’s cock, please.”
He releases his grip on your hair, an evil smile on his face when you happily swallow his cock the moment you’re free. “Good girl.”
Kinktober #11
11. Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation
“Baby, I promise that so long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.”
Wade said these words to you right at the beginning of your relationship where you were trying to find the line between old friends and new lovers; when you’d giggle and see his cheeks redden if your fingers brushed together when you were walking side-by-side; when you’d spend long stretches of time just looking at each other and grinning knowing you could kiss whenever you wanted.
Yeah. He’d said these words when you were too many drinks deep at your local bar, dizzy in one of the corner booths, deadpan serious and holding your hand in his. You’d collapsed into a fit of laughter and given him a blowjob in the bathrooms ten minutes later.
And to this day? He’s kept that promise.
It’s a quiet mid-afternoon. You throw yourself over his lap, pouting and needy. He peers at you from over his PlayStation controller.
“You okay, pookie-pie?”
You wriggle and huff.
“Wade, can you…”
“Yes,” he says immediately, not even needing you to finish the goddamn sentence. He speaks the next words into the mic on his headset: “I’ll be right back, Dopinder. My pookie’s asked me to go and dine at the Y.”
He throws the - far too expensive to be doing that - controller across the coffee table and hauls you over his shoulder, making you yelp and laugh as he bundles you into the bedroom like a goddamn football player. He lays down on the bed and watches in rapture as you step out of your jeans and underwear.
“You want me to staple the wig on? I know you enjoy having something to grab onto…”
You consider this for a moment before shaking your head.
“Nah, you’re perfect just the way you are, Wade.”
“Look at me getting Bridget Jones’d over here…” he mutters to try and distract from the rising blush over his scarred skin. Luckily he’s able to be interrupted from the moment of softness when you plant your legs either side of his face and press your cunt onto him.
“Oh fuck that’s it…” he growls into you, hooking an arm around either one of your thighs and tugging you flush against him. His tongue presses against every inch of you it can find, teasing your clit with the tip before sliding all the way down to your other hole. He always eats you messy and it’s incredible.
“Fuck, Wade. You’re doing so good, baby.”
He loves when you use his face like a toy. Loves knowing how crazy he can drive you. You scratch your fingers along his bare scalp and he goddamn moans against you, rumble of his throat sending vibrations all through your sensitive skin.
His nose bumps your clit as he presses his tongue inside you and you know you’re reaching your climax. You clamp your thighs down either side of his head with such force that his eyes go wide and his hips ricochet upwards, so wildly taken with you that you’re certain he’s come just from this. You finish all over his face, orgasming on his tongue and letting him drink his way through it.
You flop down onto the bed groaning though heavy breaths. He’s immediately in your space, kissing you so that you can taste yourself on his lips. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Thanks for interrupting your game,” you sigh. He grins.
“Literally any time you want.”
“And tell you what, honey? That he’s wrong? That I wouldn’t bend you over this table and fuck you so hard it’d break the wood?”
i have no words i just hope you know what you do to me, avo 😵💫
“Yes! Come on, Marvel Daddy! Make this worth the Explicit tag in the header…”
LMAO you do wade's fourth wall breaks so well, i'm trying to learn from your mastery for when i write him i'm scared to write him, i'm afraid i won't do his snarky little ass justice
His breath is warm against the shell of your ear. "Take turns on you. Or maybe both of us, one either side, everyone watching. I bet you’d like that,” he says with a devilish smirk.
i'm unwell 🤠 nothing gets me like breath on the ear. holy fuck. 😵💫
Kinktober #12
12. Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play
By all accounts it should be a lovely evening. That restaurant you’ve been on the waiting list for for months finally ticked around, all of you dressed up nice. It’s fancy enough that when Logan does get recognised people leave him alone (this makes Wade pout in envy and you have to remind him that he, well, wears a mask). The three of you are tucked away in a booth away from wandering eyes, lit only in the chiaroscuro of a flickering candelabra.
Comforted by candlelight and the rich smell of cooking food, It is the perfect place for Wade to test you.
“Someone’s looking pretty fuckable in those dress pants,” Wade says, his hand resting on your knee, mouth at your ear. Two gestures which could be entirely genuine… but you know better. His tongue swipes at your lobe and his fingers threaten to trace higher, up your inner thigh, to somewhere far more illicit. He wants to be a menace and it’s fucking working.
“Wade…” you warn, and though your voice is firm there’s no real sincerity behind it. Yeah, you’d let him finger fuck you at a five-star restaurant. What of it?
“What, baby? I’m just pointing out there’s all this gourmet stuff on the menu but you’re the only thing here I wanna eat.”
You swat at him with said menu, earning a raised eyebrow from the maître d’. You pretend there was a fly and shoot him an apologetic look.
“I know how hot we get you. You’re probably dripping, right? Ready for us? You wanna be fucked in public by your boys, pookie?”
That goes directly between your legs. You have to adjust yourself against the leather seating.
“I…” there’s no fight left in your voice. Instead you look over to Logan beseechingly. If he tells Wade to stop maybe it’ll work.
Logan looks up from the menu slowly, and if you didn’t know him so well, you’d miss the playful spark which glints in his eyes.
“And tell you what, honey? That he’s wrong? That I wouldn’t bend you over this table and fuck you so hard it’d break the wood?”
Wade gasps to your left and you groan. Oh, no. Not him too…
“Yes! Come on, Marvel Daddy! Make this worth the Explicit tag in the header…”
Logan doesn’t acknowledge that but does close in to your other side. His breath is warm against the shell of your ear.
“Take turns on you. Or maybe both of us, one either side, everyone watching. I bet you’d like that,” he says with a devilish smirk.
“You kidding? I can see inside this head-” Wade gently taps your temple “-and thoughts are racing, baby. Tell us who’s in your pussy and who’s using your mouth. C’mon, maybe we could make it happen for real…”
Your face is turning so hot you’re gonna explode. Logan’s hand joins Wade as a partner on your other knee.
“Boys…” you try to sound no-nonsense but it just coming out pathetic and needy. They give you twinned smiles. A pair of predators closing in.
In an act of god a waiter comes over to take drinks orders at that moment and they’re forced to retreat. You steel yourself. There’s no way you’re getting through tonight in one piece…
