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— mini kinktober 2024
i am finally back! i have been devouring everyone's kinktober pieces, and i am so excited to finally join in! (18+ minors do not interact)
main masterlist
week 1 ✧ 10/6 - 10/12
✦ guard dog → dom/sub dynamics | sub!logan x dom!f!reader
week 2 ✧ 10/13 - 10/19
✦ clawplay + pain kink | logan x mutant!f!reader
✦ vampirism | vampire!logan x f!reader
week 3 ✧ 10/20 - 10/26
✦ logan in a rut | logan x mutant!f!reader
week 4 ✧ 10/27- 10/31
✦ threesome | logan x wade x reader
i might end up writing more or less than this, but these are some of my ideas! i have never done kinktober before (i hope i am doing this right)
dividers: @saradika-graphics, @strangergraphics, & @djarrex
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…
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…
“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…
