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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…