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Kinktober Day8- Face Sitting

Summary: Logan eats you out like a man starved.

Logan's grip tightened around your thighs, his fingers digging in as he encouraged you to grind against his mouth. The heat of his breath sent shivers through you, and each time his tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, it felt like pure ecstasy. You could barely contain the sounds escaping your lips, a mix of pleasure and urgency, as he pulled you deeper into his rhythm.

He relished in every reaction from you, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he watched you writhe above him. The way you leaned back, giving him better access, only fueled his hunger. He was a man on a mission, determined to bring you to that blissful edge, and the way your body responded to him only made him more fervent. Each movement was precise, teasing, and relentless, his tongue swirling and thrusting in a perfect dance that sent you spiraling toward the brink.

As the tension built within you, your body felt electric, teetering on the edge of release. Logan sensed it, pulling you closer still, urging you to let go. With one final, overwhelming thrust of his tongue, you shattered, your world exploding into bliss as you cried out his name. He drank in every moment, his hands steadying you, his own satisfaction evident in the way he savored you, lost in the depth of the moment.

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Kintober Day 9-Phone sex

Summary: Old man Logan and you get Nasty on the phone.

You lounged on the hotel bed, phone in hand, a wicked grin on your face as you texted Logan. The distance felt electric, both of you aware of the heat simmering beneath the surface.

"Wish you were here," you typed.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed: "Me too, darlin. What would you do if I were there?"

You smirked, replying, "I'd show you just how much I miss you. I want you to take a picture of yourself for me, Logan." You could practically hear his chuckle. "A picture, huh? You want to see me old and rugged?"

"Yes," you urged. "Show me how much you want me."

Logan finally sent a video, adjusting his old phone to capture himself. You watched, biting your lip, as he struggled to get the angle right. "You're doing great," you encouraged. "Now, show me that rugged body."

He pointed the camera down, revealing the outline of his bulge through his jeans. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, desire thick in his voice.

"Yes," you breathed. "Now, show me how you'd touch me."

His hand gripped himself through the fabric, and as he began to stroke, you could feel the tension build between you. "God, I wish you were here," he groaned.

"Just like that," you urged. "Imagine it's me. I want to see you lose control."

Logan quickened his pace, breaths heavy as he lost himself in the moment.

"I'm close," he rasped, tension palpable.

"Me too," you gasped, fingers teasing your own body. "Let go, Logan. Come for me."

With a deep growl, he reached his climax, his face a picture of raw pleasure. At that moment, waves of bliss crashed over you as you

surrendered to the pleasure, imagining his rough hands holding you tight. You both trembled in the aftermath, breaths mingling with the lingering heat of your shared moment, even from miles apart.

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Kinktober Day10-Double Penetration

Summary: Wade and Logan fuck you.

Over the past month, Logan and Wade had been slowly preparing you, easing you toward something the three of you had been looking forward to for weeks.

They took turns each night, building up to the big moment, using different toys to help you adjust. Logan was usually the one to start, his hands steady and sure as he worked each toy inside you, helping you stretch a little more each time. He'd study your face carefully, his voice soft as he'd ask, "How's that, darlin'? You doin' okay?" Wade, though, was all teasing grins and playful comments, his fingers just a bit bolder.

"You think you're ready for us yet, sweetheart?" he'd smirk, always coaxing a reaction that made him laugh or grin when you'd roll your eyes at his impatience.

With each night, they got more confident, testing your limits. Logan would stretch you with a larger toy, moving slowly so you could feel every inch, while Wade kept his hands moving over your sensitive spots, making you gasp and arch beneath their touch.

Together, they found a rhythm-Logan's calm, grounding presence paired with Wade's lively energy. Your body responded eagerly, adjusting to the new sensations, and with every touch, the anticipation built, leading up to the night the three of you had been waiting for.

Tonight, the air was thick with anticipation. Logan positioned himself behind you, his solid warmth a comfort as he pulled you close, pressing gentle kisses along your neck. "You ready for this, sweetheart?" he murmured against your ear, his voice low and reassuring.

"More than ready," you breathed, glancing up to find Wade standing in front of you with that familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes. "You better be," he smirked, leaning down to catch your mouth in a kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as he whispered,

"This is what you've been waiting for, huh?"

Before you could answer, Logan was pressing into you from behind, his thick length stretching you slowly, letting you feel every inch as he settled in. "God, you feel perfect," he murmured, his hands steadying you as he pressed a reassuring kiss to your shoulder. "Let me know if it's too much, darlin." You nodded, grounding yourself with his presence, but just as you were catching your breath, Wade was positioning himself at your front, his playful grin softening as he looked into your eyes.

"Here we go," he whispered, easing himself in. The stretch was intense, nearly overwhelming, but after their careful build-up over the weeks, your body was ready.

"Look at you, handling us both," Wade teased, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "Knew you could take it."

Logan's fingers threaded through yours, squeezing gently. "You're doin' so damn well," he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he kissed your shoulder again. They began moving together, Logan's pace slow and deep, grounding you, while Wade matched his rhythm but added his usual playful edge, keeping you guessing with each movement. Their combined presence was intoxicating, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

When your climax finally built, you felt yourself spiraling, their touch pushing you over the edge as you gasped, "Oh-Logan, Wade-I'm so close.." Logan's hold tightened, his voice soft as he whispered, "Go on, darlin. We've got you." Wade's grin softened as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours.

"That's right, sweetheart. Let go for us."

As you reached your peak, shuddering between them, they held you tight, their hands grounding you as you rode out the intense pleasure. Just as you came down, you felt them both reaching their limits, Logan's grip tightening around your waist as he groaned, "God, you're incredible..." Wade followed with a satisfied laugh, his own release filling you as he whispered, "Told you this would be worth the wait." They stayed close, wrapped around you as you all caught your breath, leaving you feeling utterly full, completely content, and held in the warmth of their embrace.

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Kinktober Day12-Mirror Sex

Summary: Logan fucks you infront of the mirror

Logan stood behind you, his rough hands sliding down your hips, pulling you back until you were flush against him. He met your gaze in the mirror, his intense stare capturing yours. "Keep those eyes on me," he murmured, voice rough and thick with intent. The way he said it made your breath hitch, and you gave a small nod, too caught up in the moment to do anything but obey.

He pushed forward, his grip firm as he held you steady. "Look at yourself, darlin'" he growled softly. "I want you to see what you do to me." The heat in his gaze never wavered as he moved, each thrust drawing out a gasp from you that seemed to make his smirk deepen. The reflection showed every little reaction, each shiver and sigh, and you couldn't help but feel the thrill that came with watching yourself under his control.

You could feel his breath against your neck, warm and ragged. "You like this, don't you?" he teased, a smug smile curving his lips. "Seein' yourself like this... seein' how good you make me feel." His words sent a shiver through you, and he leaned closer, pressing a kiss just below your ear before nipping at the sensitive skin there. It was intoxicating, how every word made you want him more.

"Logan, please," you breathed, your hands clutching the edge of the dresser for support as he picked up the pace.

The reflection showed how you were coming undone, completely at his mercy. He chuckled lowly, his voice taunting as he whispered, "Patience, sweetheart. We're just gettin' started." His gaze never left yours, challenging you to hold on just a little longer as he kept that rhythm.

By the end, his hand came up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze again in the mirror. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive pride that sent a thrill through you. "Look how perfect you are for me." The words lingered as he pulled you even closer, making sure you both saw just how lost you were in each other.

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Kinktober Day13-Wet Dream

Summary: Logan has a sexy dream about you.

Logan shifted in his sleep, his body reacting to the vivid dream. In it, his grip on your hips was firm, pulling you close as he thrust into you, voice low and rough.

"God, darlin'.. just like that," he murmured, his tone filled with need as he moved faster, feeling you tighten around him.

You moaned his name, your breath hitching, and he grinned, leaning down, whispering in your ear, "You feel so damn good... don't wanna stop."

His hands tightened as his release hit him, and he awoke with a sharp breath, panting, voice still rough as he muttered, "Damn... need you here for real."

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Kinktober Day16- Spanking

Summary: Logan spanks Wade.

Logan walked into the room, towel slung over his shoulder, expecting to find his usual stash of weapons neatly laid out. Instead, he was greeted by a horror show of pink glitter, neon stickers, and… were those plastic claws?

“What the hell is this?” Logan growled, fists clenching at his sides.

Wade, lounging on the couch with his feet kicked up, looked over with a lazy grin. “Oh, hey, Wolvie. You like what I did with your stuff? Thought it needed a little pizzazz. Y’know, sparkle, personality—kinda like me.”

Logan narrowed his eyes, picking up one of the plastic claws Wade had replaced his adamantium ones with. “You’re messing with my gear, Wade.”

“Messing? Nah. Enhancing. Look at those bad boys! I bet they’d do wonders in a fight. You’d be the fiercest ballerina in the whole post-apocalyptic wasteland.”

Logan’s jaw ticked, his patience thinning. “I’m giving you five seconds to explain why I shouldn’t kick your ass.”

Wade just grinned wider. “Because I’d enjoy it way too much, obviously.”

Logan had enough. In two quick strides, he crossed the room and grabbed Wade by the arm, yanking him off the couch and flipping him over his knee in one swift motion.

Wade blinked, surprised, before he burst into laughter. “Oh-ho, look at you, taking charge! I didn’t think you had it in ya, old man.”

Logan wasn’t in the mood for games. “You think this is funny? You’ve been asking for this for a long time, Wade.”

The first smack came down hard on Wade’s backside, silencing his laughter with a sharp yelp. “Ow! Damn, you don’t hold back, do ya? Kinda hot.”

Logan delivered another hard swat. “What were you thinkin’, screwin’ with my gear?”

“I was thinking—ow!—that you needed to lighten up! Ever heard of fun?” Wade wiggled, but Logan’s grip was iron.

Another smack landed, followed by a low growl. “You call glitter and plastic fun? This is serious.”

Wade panted between hits, his voice still filled with bravado despite the growing sting. “Well, someone’s got a stick up his—ow! Okay, okay, maybe I went a little overboard. But c’mon, the pink claws are kinda cute.”

Logan paused, leaning down close to Wade’s ear, his voice a low rumble. “You really don’t know when to quit, do ya?”

Wade’s breathing hitched, his usual smart-ass grin fading into something a little more serious. “I mean… you could just admit that you like it when I misbehave.”

Logan smirked, though Wade couldn’t see it. “You’re damn lucky I don’t break more than just your ego.”

The next few smacks were harder, more deliberate. Wade gasped, clenching the couch cushion beneath him, his cocky façade cracking just a little. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry! Geez, can’t a guy redecorate around here without getting his ass handed to him?”

Logan gave one final, hard swat before letting Wade go, standing up as Wade rolled onto his back, rubbing his sore behind with a wince. “You’re insane,” Logan muttered.

Wade flashed a cheeky grin despite the ache. “Insane, but lovable.”

Logan shook his head, heading toward the door. “Next time you mess with my gear, it won’t just be a spanking.”

Wade sat up, still grinning, though his tone was softer now. “Promises, promises, Wolvie.”

As Logan left, Wade lay back on the couch, wincing as he shifted. “Totally worth it.”

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