#mmf fanfiction

[jessybarnes]

Temptation

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes 

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: Slight angst, fluff, smut, praise kink, Bucky's metal arm kink...yeah don't kink shame me lmao, double penetration, fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving), nipple play, suit kink, threesome (no Steve/Bucky), MMF, mentions of past attack, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP KIDS), poly relationship, and language. 

Beta: Unbeta’d….we die like men… all mistakes are my own. 

Word Count: 2,578

Aesthetic: Yours Truly

Y/N couldn't sleep. She'd been up most of the night tossing and turning, her deep burgundy sheets tangling themselves around her legs.

Traditionally, she often had trouble sleeping on nights she was alone, but today was different. Today the two loves of her life were coming home, and to say she was excited was the understatement of the year. 

She recalled the night she met them, that fateful night would always be bittersweet. 

Five years ago she was walking home from work. Normally, she worked the first shift but one of her co-workers called in sick and she covered for them.

It was late, but Y/N only lived four blocks from her office building so she thought nothing of it. It had rained that evening, the street lamps reflected off the asphalt making it glimmer. She could almost remember the chill in the air if she thought hard about it. 

Her heels clicked on the sidewalk methodically as she passed the neighborhood gas station. It reminded her of a Vegas casino with all the neon lights flashing in the windows.

She was halfway home, and the illuminated sign of her apartment complex looked like a beacon as she hurriedly crossed the street. 

It happened before Y/N could blink, a stranger's hand clasped roughly around her bicep and flung her against a brick wall in the alley. He sneered at her, his yellowing teeth and menacing glare filled her with dread. 

"Hey there, sugar."

She felt his hand curl around her cheek. His thumb rubbed her quivering bottom lip as she pulled away from his touch like his skin was acid.

"What's a pretty little thing doing walking alone this late at night, hm?"

Y/N whimpered, and her legs began to shake as she contemplated how she was going to get away from him.

"Let me go! Please! Just let me go!"

A tear slid down her cheek and pooled where the man's fingers now wrapped around her throat.

"Let you go? Aw, but where's the fun in that?"

Her predator's free hand slithered up her skirt, and an evil smirk spread across his unshaven face.

"You're gonna stay nice and still now, sugar. Gonna stay quiet while I- HEY! WHAT THE?!" 

One second the man had her pressed against a damp brick wall about to defile her, and in the next, he was gone.

Her breaths came quickly as a man with shoulder-length brown hair slammed the man into the opposite wall. She could hear her captor shouting expletives, but she was more shocked at her savior's arm. It looked to be made out of pure metal, almost machine-like as it started from the top of his bicep and went all the way to his fingers. 

Y/N was so focused on her mystery hero that she didn't see the other man running toward her. He was nearly in front of her before she saw him, a startled scream left her mouth filling the small alley, her hands came up to push him away instinctively.

"Hey! It's okay it's okay!"

The other man held a hand up showing her he meant no harm. The other arm held a round shield. He was a tiny bit taller than the other man, his short blonde locks tousled in an almost perfect way. 

Y/N flinched slightly as he reached for her, his partially gloved hand came to rest gently on her arm.

"Shh… you're alright now."

His thumb drew soothing lines along her skin and she couldn't help but notice his kind blue eyes as he looked her over for injuries.

"Are you hurt?"

The concern in his eyes was genuine, and for the first time since the attack began, she felt safe.

"N-No… I just wanna g-go home."

Y/N hated how meek she sounded, but her second savior showed no pity as he placed his free arm protectively around her waist.

"Don't worry, I'll walk you there myself." 

Y/N sighed, the memory still fresh in her mind as she untangled herself from the sheets. She knew sleep wouldn't come to her. Not when she was going to see them in a few hours.

Captain America and the Winter Soldier, fondly known as Steve and Buck to her, fell head over heels for Y/N not long after the night they saved her. It amused her how both men would bicker over who loved her more, and it wasn't until she stepped in with a proposition that things became interesting. 

They eventually came to an agreement. Both men would date her and spend an equal amount of time with her. It was easy for them to fall into a routine. Steve would go on a mission and leave Bucky with Y/N for a week or so, and then they would switch. This time was different though. The most recent mission required all hands on deck. Even Tony, Bruce, and Natasha were involved. 

Y/N looked at her phone and saw it was 8:30 in the morning. The boys wouldn't get home until around noon, so she had a little over three hours to prepare.

She started with a soothing bubble bath. A mix of essential oils and body scrubs to make her skin extra soft and smooth. After drying herself off, she slipped into a special outfit she'd picked up for their homecoming. 

The black lace and sheer design left little to the imagination, and she knew the effect it would have on them. By the time she curled her hair and put on some light makeup, it was 11:45. Only fifteen minutes before she would see the two men who stole her heart again.

Y/N slipped on a pair of black stilettos and leaned against the door frame of her bedroom. She knew they would see her once they walked through the living room, and her heartbeat quickened at the thought of their reaction. 

Several long minutes later she heard the lock click. Two pairs of boots crossed the threshold of her front door and her anticipation grew as she waited for them to see her.

"Honey?"

Steve's voice echoed through the silence making Y/N take a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Y/N/N are you ho-oh…my…"

His voice trailed off as he eyed her up and down, his free hand yanking Bucky into the room so he could see too. She saw the shock on both their faces turn into a mutual nod between them as they started in her direction. 

Bucky got to her first, his metal hand sliding up her thigh as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

"You're stunning."

The warmth of his breath on her skin made her shiver with want. Steve stood on her other side peppering soft kisses along her jaw.

"Clearly our birthday girl's in a giving mood. Tell us, sweetheart, how do you want us?" 

Y/N could barely breathe, let alone form a coherent thought. Her words came on their own accord, escaping her lips in a whisper.

"Please…I need both of you." Bucky cupped her breast through her lingerie and rested his hips against her side, his arousal prominent against her thigh.

"Mmm baby girl, you sure you can handle both of us?" 

Honestly, Y/N wasn't totally sure she could, but the heat coiling low in her abdomen and her soaked panties told otherwise.

"Please…" It was all she could say, her eyes fluttering closed as Steve softly took her earlobe between his teeth. 

Bucky picked her up easily and carried her bridal style to their shared king-size bed. Steve wasn't far behind, still holding his famous shield. She was set down on the soft sheets and watched as both men began to take off their suits.

"No!"

Two pairs of eyes shot up to meet her gaze and her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"I-I mean… can you umm… can you leave them on?" 

Bucky smirked and Steve let out a knowing chuckle.

"Well, Buck it seems our girl has a thing for a man in uniform."

His wink sent a wave of heat straight to her core. Left in everything but their boots and socks, they joined Y/N in bed. 

Bucky crawled over her, his calloused hand cradling her face lovingly as he smiled down at her.

"Our beautiful girl."

He kissed her sweetly, his tongue licking her bottom lip for access. Y/N obeyed immediately, his tongue gliding against hers as she lifted her hips to gain any sort of friction with her sex. 

"Tsk tsk tsk…be patient, naughty girl. We'll take care of you." Steve teased and knelt by her head.

The bulge in his suit was evident as Bucky began to press needy kisses to her neck. Steve undid his pants just enough to free his cock, his right hand pumping it slowly as beads of precum leaked from the tip.

"Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart."

Y/N did as she was told, taking what she could of him until he hit the back of her throat. Steve groaned and threw his head back as her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft. 

Y/N moaned around his cock as Bucky began a slow descent towards her dripping cunt. The dull throb of her clit was becoming more noticeable with each passing moment.

Eventually, Bucky couldn't take it anymore, he had to touch her skin. As carefully as he could he grasped the black lace with his metallic hand and tore it from her body. 

Y/N whimpered needily and swallowed around Steve's cock eliciting a growl from his throat. The soft tendrils of Bucky's hair tickled her skin as he littered open-mouthed kisses between the valley of her breasts. He took her left nipple between his teeth while his right index finger and thumb rolled her right one gently. Y/N arched into his touch and began the stroke the part of Steve's cock she couldn't fit in her mouth. 

The cool metal of Bucky's arm slowly smoothed over her belly causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. He stopped just above where she needed his touch most and it made her whine. He chuckled, finally giving in and sliding a bionic finger between her folds.

"Is this what you want, darlin'?"

He began to slowly open her up. It wasn't enough to make her come, but it did bring her to the edge. Her mewls and muffled cries only spurred him on. 

Steve pulled out of her mouth and nodded to Bucky. Together they maneuvered her so she was on her side. Y/N lay facing Bucky, his lust-blown eyes staring hungrily into her own.

"Buck...please…"

She sounded so desperate as his lips molded to hers perfectly. Steve lay behind her, his now lube-coated fingers rubbing gently against her ass.

"Relax, sweetheart. I'll be as gentle as possible, but this may hurt." 

As carefully as he could, Steve began to open her up to accommodate him. He shushed her and offered words of encouragement as Bucky resumed preparing her now-soaked pussy.

"Please...Oh, God… Steve, Buck...I need you both so bad…" 

Bucky pulled his hand away and freed his thick cock. He had more girth, but Steve made up for it in length. Both men were nowhere near lacking in size.

Y/N cried out as Bucky pushed into her, his cock sliding against her walls deliciously.

"Oh my god….oh, Bucky!"

He groaned deeply as he bottomed out and wrapped one of Y/N's legs around his waist to allow Steve more access.

"You feel so perfect around me, baby." 

As much as Bucky wanted to move, he knew he should wait until Steve filled her too. Ever so slowly, Steve eased his length into Y/N's other hole.

"Relax, sweetheart...you're doing so well. Fuck… mmm… God, you're so tight!"

Soon he filled her completely, both of them stretching her open making her breath hitch. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, and tried hard to relax around them. Y/N had never been this full before, but it made her feel complete. Bucky wiped a tear that began to cascade down her cheek just as Steve began to run his fingertips along her side.

"We can stop anytime, baby girl. Just tell Cap and me what you need."

She shook her head as best as she could, her voice no louder than a whisper.

"No, I'm okay...just...please...please move." 

Steve and Bucky shared a look, and slowly they took turns thrusting into her. Y/N's moans filled the room as both men gradually sped up. Steve growled in her ear, his fingers surely leaving bruises on her hips as his own snapped upwards into her.

"Christ, sweetheart….ungh…fuck, you're taking us so well. Such a good fuckin' girl…"

He kissed and licked her skin leaving little marks to remind her of their shared moment. 

Bucky cocked his head to the side, his lips closing over a hardened nipple and his tongue swirling around it. He pulled his cock almost all of the way out before plunging as deep as he could over and over. The added pressure from Steve's dick made her feel tighter, and it was nearly his undoing.

"Babydoll…tell us what you need. Ah, f-fuck...Y/N/N…want you to come with us." 

It was hard for Y/N to focus on anything, Both men were everywhere at once. Four hands touched her making her skin hot in their wake. Two mouths kissed her making her feel dizzy with need. Then there were their cocks, both of which hit places inside her she never knew existed.

Everything they did to her made the coil in her abdomen wind tighter and tighter. "Oh shit, Buck….Ah! S-Steve! Please…make me cum! Don't hold back…" 

Her words seemed to wake a dormant desire deep within them, both of them quickened their movements to an almost bruising pace. Their combined moans were certainly loud enough to fill the entire apartment building, but neither of them cared. Nothing mattered at that moment other than reaching their peaks.

Bucky slid a metal digit between her legs, the tip of his finger rubbing circles around her clit as he continued to snap his hips hard into her. Steve reached around clasping a nipple between his fingers, rolling and squeezing it desperately chasing his high. 

Y/N turned her head to catch Steve's lips with her own, their kiss was sloppy and needy.

"Oh my god!....I...Oh, Buck!....Steve! M'gonna….gonna cu-AH!"

Y/N raked her nails down Bucky's back, her walls clenching around their cocks as they both spilled into her. 

Y/N lay in between her lovers, both placing sweet kisses on her skin. Steve was the first to speak, his voice low and deep in her ear as he slowly pulled out of her.

"You felt amazing, baby. Our beautiful birthday girl."

Bucky kissed her lips and smiled.

"You're perfect. Absolutely perfect."

He slipped out of her as well, running his metal thumb along her kiss-swollen bottom lip. 

Y/N lay still, her breathing even as she came down from her high.

"I love you both so much."

Steve slipped his arms around her torso just as Bucky nuzzled into her neck.

"We love you too, Princess."

They stayed like that, allowing sleep to take them. They were finally back together, finally home in each other's arms. 

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[dpimagines]

The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) – Part 5 of 5

I expected this to be smuttier. Maybe I can get around to writing a bonus chapter with smut if any of you would be into that? Let me know!

Same trigger warnings, actually, this is much milder since the action/conflict has pretty much passed. Yay for happy endings!

tag list: @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn @ghostlyvenus-selfships

Waking up is less dramatic than yesterday. Simply put, you got too hot. Wade’s healing factor makes him the equivalent of a heated blanket that’s just a little too warm. 

He’s already awake, though, gazing at you in a silence that to most would seem uncharacteristic.

But you know him. 

“Can- Can I call you ‘baby,’ now?” he asks. It lacks his false bravado, in fact, he sounds like the scared little boy he once was, before the killing and the new girl every night and the grand love story and the cruel experimentation. Before he was him. 

You nod solemnly.

“They’ll be here in a couple hours. After that, we’ll get Eddie and then lay low for a little while, blow away some of our savings. Get to know each other again, and get to know him.”

You nod again. 

“I love you, you know that, right?”

And again. 

“Say something?” he meekly requests. 

“Water, please?” you croak, throat dry.

He leaps to action, accidentally shaking the rollaway a little bit and waking Russell with a start.

“Sorry, little man. Just grabbing some water for the wifey.”

Wade toddles over to the kitchenette, and you turn, wrenching yourself from Nathan’s grip to observe him as Wade observed you. Some people look more at peace when asleep. Not him. His jaw is clenched shut; his eyebrows are furrowed. You brush a tuft of his gray hair from his face, and he snatches your wrist. 

You flinch back, and recognition washes over his face, remorse following shortly after. 

“No touching while you’re asleep, gotcha,” you awkwardly chuckle. 

“Can’t imagine why you’d wanna touch this mug,” he grumbles. 

“Get used to asking yourself that question every day!” Wade chirps. “Well, on second thought, you are super fucking se-”

“Wade,” you hiss, reminding him once again that there’s a kid present.

Nathan takes a moment to examine the arm he grabbed. 

“Sorry,” he nearly whispers, but you shake your head. 

“I scared you,” you dismiss it. “Don’t you start with the whole delicate treatment, too.”

“It’s not that you are delicate. You just deserve to be treated like it. Y’know, gentle.”

Wade laughs heartily, nearly spilling the glass he’s returned with. 

You give him a pointed look as he hands it to you. You take a nice, long drink before placing it on the nightstand.

“I didn’t say anything,” he defends himself. 

“Oh, is that how it is?” Nathan looks up at you with a glint in his eye best described as devious. Blood rushes to your face, but you force it back nearly as fast. “That’s a nice little trick you’ve got there.”

“What trick?” Wade asks, oblivious. 

“He doesn’t know.” Nathan looks a little too proud of himself. 

“I don’t know how you do.”

“I… Have some telepathic abilities. They’re almost exclusively used to keep the virus from taking over, but I can still sense some things. She uses her abilities to push the blood away from her face so she won’t blush. I wasn’t sure what you were doing the other night when I felt it, but you’re a little slower in the mornings, aren’t you?” 

Wade is gobsmacked. 

“Yes, she knew,” you know the question he’s too scared to ask. “That night was her idea, actually.”

“That night?!” he squeaks. 

“That night?” Nathan asks. 

“Well, I kind of…challenged Wade. To make me blush,” you explain as vaguely as you can, but Russell still chortles. 

“You were so mean,” Wade teasingly whines. “You’re just not trying hard enough,” he imitates you shockingly well. 

“You liked it,” you remind him. 

“Evil little- Hmph!” Wade grumbles, and you can’t help but giggle.

“If I was as goofy as the two of you, I’d be playing dead right now,” Nathan cuts in. 

“Huh?” you and Wade respond. 

“Y’know, how I said I’d drop dead… Ugh, nevermind,” he groans. “See? Not goofy.”

“Wait, no, I get it now!” you reassure him. “Very funny.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, it’s just something he said the night before last, about how much prettier I’d be if I was well-rested and… Really smiling.” You smile again, gazing at your newly-found soulmate. “Guess it happened sooner than I thought.” You know there will be days where the grief is crushing, but you’ll feed on this little slice of happiness, on any that you can find. Something tells you that you won’t be running out of them anytime soon, even with the hard times to come. 

“Can I kiss you?” Nathan asks. 

You look to Wade for approval. 

“He’s your soulmate, too,” he tells you with a shrug. 

And so, you two have a kiss that’s a little more than chaste, but still simple. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you once again have to prevent yourself from blushing like it’s the first kiss you’ve ever received.

He’s smirking like you did, though, and that’s when you know you’re in for it. 

“Cute,” he says softly. 

“Isn’t she?” Wade rejoins you in bed. “Let’s just cuddle until the X-Losers get here.”

“Dude,” you remind him, and he turns to Russell. 

“Oh, they’re, uh, they’re not losers, I- Uh-” 

“Anyways, I’d like to remedy my morning breath and do my best to no longer reek of blood and sweat.”

“Wouldn’t we all?” Wade agrees. He and Russell are still in their yucky jumpsuits from the prison. “How about this? Russell gets picked up by them, and we go back to the apartment for a group shower?”

Nathan clears his throat. 

“You don’t have to join, but I will say, Y/N really gets into your back with this super yummy-smelling scrub, I mean, why make it with sugar and make it smell like fruit if you don’t want people to eat it? It’s downright cruel, truly, I-”

“Can you shower?” you wonder, cutting Wade off. “Do you need, like, a special sleeve for…” You’re not sure what to call the metal creeping up Nathan’s neck and covering his arm. 

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s organic.”

“So’s malachite,” you reply, wanting a real answer. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t give off toxic fumes when it gets wet.”

“Oh, a geologist, are we?” he half-snarks back. 

“Best friends with one.”

And with that, you get a call from Ellie. 

“Speak of the devil. Hi.”

“We’re almost there. You okay?”

“Okay-er than I was yesterday, and the day before,” you tell her. 

“Good,” she replies. “See you soon.” 

“Yes, ma’am! Be safe, love you.” You hang up. 

“It’s fine. The metal, I mean. Doesn’t rust or anything, at least not yet,” Nathan mumbles. “And it’s been around for a long time.” 

You nod in understanding. 

Wade ruffles your hair and you sigh, still a little drowsy. 

“Are you excited?” you ask Russell. 

“Yeah, kinda…”

“It’s a great place. I grew up there.”

This seems to relieve him a bit. 

“I get my own bed?”

“You’ll probably have a roommate or two, but, yeah. And there’s plenty of food to go around, and movie nights where the movie doesn’t get turned off, and… It can be a lot sometimes, but it really is like one big family.”

You feel a pang in your heart and look at Wade, who’s looking at Nathan.

“I’ll explain later, maybe,” Nathan mumbles. 

“Okay,” you reply.

There’s a knock at the door, a special pattern that you know by heart. 

You go for the door, opening it up for Ellie, Yukio, and Piotr. 

“Russell!” you call. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Yukio asks.”You know you can always come back, there’s plenty of room and everyone would be so happy to see you, and-”

“Yukio. She knows,” Ellie mumbles. 

“You’d be the happiest to see your pseudo-big sis, don’t pretend it’s any other way!” Yukio insists, and you giggle a little. Russell joins you at the doorway.

“Hey, buddy!” Yukio chirps. 

“Russell, this is Yukio, president of the Welcome Committee. This is her girlfriend, Ellie, and that’s Mr. Rasputin. He teaches some of the art classes. Do you like to paint?”

“I think so… It’s been so long,” Russell admits. 

“I guess you’ll find out,” you tell him. He grins. 

“Do you have any questions before we go? Anything you wanna say?” Ellie asks curtly, but, hey, she’s trying. 

Russell simply gives you a big hug. 

“Okay, that’s all,” he says before finally crossing the threshold and joining the trio outside. 

“See you soon,” you say to the now-quartet, and they all say (or in Ellie’s case, wave) their goodbyes. You shut the door and lock it. 

“Alrighty. Let’s go home!” Wade cheers. Both he and Nathan have gotten up at this point. “I, uh, cleaned up the laptop shards. And basically the whole apartment. Cocaine and anxiety, well, they make for a very clean house.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, but Wade shakes his head. 

“You had a human reaction to a fucked-up situation. One I put you in. And you already apologized, and I already forgave you. We’re as okay as we could possibly be right now, alright?” 

“Alright,” you reply.

“I’m gettin’ kinda curious about this place,” Nathan chimes in. “Especially that whole shower thing.” 

“You just wanna see Y/N nekkid,” Wade giggles.

The shade of red Nathan turns is so adorable you feel yourself start to giggle, too, but you try to force it down for his sake.

Nathan clears his throat. 

“You don’t?” he retorts, but it took a little too long for him to come up with that to take him seriously.

“Why, of course I do! If I had my way, it would be federal- No, international law for Y/N to never wear clothes. Not for sexual reasons, no, no, sir, but because she is art that should not be hidden from the world. Especially me.” 

“Don’t get his hopes up,” you laugh. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nathan’s tone suddenly darkens when he says this, and he turns your head so you face him directly. “You’re gorgeous, doll. Guess he’s not getting his nose broken. Don’t think I could stand to see tears in those pretty eyes again.”

“You were gonna break my nose?!” Wade whines. “No, wait, that’d be kinda hot. You do aftercare, right?” 

Nathan just scoffs, shaking his head. 

“Let’s just get checked out and go.”

You and Wade follow his lead, cleaning up after yourselves and letting Nathan do the talking in the lobby while you two wait in the truck. He swiftly returns, and the trip that follows is like the day before yesterday in reverse; the sun gets higher as you return to familiarity. You’re squeezed between Wade’s nervous rambling of directions and Nathan’s stoic silence.

Eventually, you’re home. 

Nathan parks behind the duplex to avoid the stolen truck being spotted by those passing by, and the three of you make your way upstairs. 

“Shit,” you realize you left your keys inside when you left, and it’s not like Wade was able to retrieve his when you did your little prison break.

“Lock’s still busted, hon,” Wade murmurs. 

“Right,” you say, but you don’t open the door, steeling yourself. 

“Do you want me to do it?” Nathan asks you both. The two of you nod, and he opens the door. 

You sigh as you enter. It’s the same as when you left. Cleaner, like Wade said, but the same. It’s like nothing even happened. 

“Nice place,” Nathan comments. 

“Thanks,” you and Wade say in unison. 

The cleanliness of the apartment makes you even more aware of the grime you feel you’re covered in. You scratch at your cheek.

“Go ahead and hop in the shower,” Wade says. “I’ll lay out some comfy clothes for you and get your phone on the charger.” 

“You’re not gonna shower with me?”

“I was… Sorta kidding,” Wade admits. “Figured you might want some time to yourself.” 

“‘Cause that totally sounds like me,” you laugh. 

“I meant you might not wanna be, y’know, around me.”

There’s a thorn in your heart. Or maybe his. 

You shake your head. He embraces you, and it’s gone. 

“We’re gonna be okay, you know that, right?” you remind him. 

You look up at him, and that grieving ache in his heart intensifies.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I deserve you even less,” you reply. 

“You two. I feel like I’m watching one of Aaliyah’s vampire shows. Go take a fucking shower,” Nathan grumbles, but his cheeks are a little pink. You’d be worried if you felt any jealousy, but you don’t… 

Wait, does he think you two are cute? 

You nearly giggle. 

“Okay,” you respond, giving Nathan a peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom. You turn the water on and strip down while you wait for it to warm up. 

The door opens, and you turn to see Wade. 

“Wow,” he blurts. 

“You act like it’s the first time every time.”

“Sure does feel like it, hot stuff.” He unzips his jumpsuit and takes off his boxers. “Wait, uh…” 

You finally notice the collar, and reach for it.

“No!” The fear jolts you more than his shout does. His fear. “It’ll shock you if you try and take it off. Do, the, uh… The pressure thing.”

“That shit hurts,” you remind him. 

“Dying of cancer hurts worse. It neutralizes any mutant ability.” 

“Fuck… Okay.” 

You take a deep breath, focusing on the beating of his heart; the blood rushing in his veins. You make it burst out of his neck in a tiny, powerful stream, slicing the collar off. It leaves a pretty nasty gash in his neck, but that heals up quickly. You rub at the same spot on your own neck, still feeling the sting a little. 

Nathan pounds on the door, scaring you both. 

“We’re fine!” Wade shouts. “Had to get my fancy prison necklace off without touching it.” 

“Just checking.” 

And with that, you check the water again, pulling back. 

“Ow!” Wade squeals dramatically. 

“I know,” you reply, turning the temperature down. You two share a look, feeling a certain third party’s anxiety simmer in your stomachs. 

Nathan knocks on the door again, this time lighter. 

“Just come in already,” Wade complains. 

The door cracks open. 

His eyes widen, flicking between you and Wade. 

“Did you not expect us to shower naked, or…?” Wade asks rhetorically. 

“Well, I just- Hm. Yeah. Okay.” 

He leaves as quickly as he arrived. You and Wade laugh like idiots— mostly at the aching in your groins that isn’t yours —before finally getting in the shower. 

Wade squirts a good amount of shampoo in his hands as you wet your hair. 

He lathers you up and you damn near melt at the sensation of his fingers against your scalp. 

You rinse your hair as he gets the conditioner. He works it into the ends of your hair before the two of you finally kiss. He sighs. 

“That’s it. Now, I’m home.” 

“You’re so cheesy,” you tell him.

“But you like it,” he sing-songs. “Mm, beautiful.” 

“You’re just buttering me up. C’mon, let’s switch spots and I’ll get the scrub.” 

He nods, and the two of you do as you said. You unscrew the lid of the scrub and get to work on his back, not bothering to save the best for last. 

The scrub stings against his aching skin, but he seems to like whatever other sensations he gets from it, the ones you can’t feel.

“You know, I could just give you a back rub,” you remind him. 

“Yeah, but exfoliating gets all the dead skin off so it doesn’t try to heal back and get all gross and flaky. Remember the first time you did this?”

You do. His back looked like a lizard struggling to shed its skin. Wade’s skin doesn’t disgust you, but you have to admit, it did give you the creeps that time. 

You finish up quickly, and he turns to rinse the remaining soap and sugar off. 

“Want me to get yours?” 

You nod and turn around. You only woke up a few hours ago, but the warmth of the shower and the comfort of Wade’s presence is sapping your energy away. 

He massages the scrub into your back and you’re once again melting under his touch. 

“All done,” he chirps. The two of you continue to wash your bodies, and afterwards you rinse out your conditioner. He turns the water off for you and grabs towels from the hooks just outside. You pat yourselves dry and realize you forgot to grab clean clothes. 

The two of you giggle as you skitter out of the bathroom in just your towels, dropping them once you make it to your wardrobe and his dresser. 

“Can I wear one of your shirts?” you ask as you pull on your underwear and a pair of sweatpants.

Wade tosses you one and you put it on. He hums with delight at the sight of you. 

“Eddie can wait ‘til tomorrow. Now, it’s time for a cuddle sesh,” he suggests. “What do you think, Nate?”

“It’s her money,” he responds from the couch. He’s sitting in her spot. You look at Wade, who’s already looking at you. Your eyes burn a little, but you smile. He has no idea how he’s healing you both, filling that void. Not replacing her, he never could, but he’s like a rectangular block that fits through a square hole; something different taking up the same space.

“I think it can wait until tomorrow,” you agree, heading over to the couch. You take your spot, draping your legs over Nathan’s lap, while Wade takes his and you prop yourself against him. “This is nice.” 

“Mhm,” he hums in agreement. You’re all hurting, sure, but… But it’s peaceful. A new normal falling into place.

#p.s. thanks for all of the love and support. esp you ghostlyvenus #deadpool fanfiction #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson x reader #nathan summers fanfiction #nathan summers imagine #nathan summers x reader #cable fanfiction #cable imagine #cable x reader #cablepool x reader #mmf fanfiction #mmf imagine #x-men imagine #x-men x reader #x-men fanfiction #poly imagine #poly fanfiction

[alltheirdamn]

Couch Chronicles | One Shot

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Benny Miller

Summary: When you accidentally tell your boyfriend, Frankie, that you think his best friend is cute... he makes a plan. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: strictly smut, established relationship, threesome, mmf dynamic, heavy kissing, a stupid amount of neck kissing, nipple play, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, choking, rough sex, cum eating, deepthroat, unprotected piv sex, multiple creampies, degrading kink (very mild), praise kink, pet names (pretty girl, baby, babygirl), language, men whimpering (i know) A/N: I want two boyfriends, and I want the boyfriends to be boyfriends... yeah, you guys know how it goes. idk I had an idea, tossed some words together, and here we are. not my finest work and probably a lil shitty in terms of technicality, but I was craving a good trip to Paris.

Masterlist | Ko-fi

You were lying in bed with Frankie one night, scrolling through social media, when you came across a new post from Benny. It was from a recent fishing trip down to the lake, and he was shirtless, holding a large trout in his hand. You tapped on the screen twice, liking the photo and spending an extra few seconds staring at his tall frame and shaggy blonde hair doused in sunlight. 

“You know he is pretty cute,” you said aloud, showing Frankie the photo.

Frankie and Benny were close, best friends even. You had spent time with him here and there over the years at barbecues and small group settings. He was always friendly and welcomed you into the group with open arms. You and Frankie had been dating for a while now, and you were well aware of his past with the group of men and the missions they had gone on. But now he was home for good, making a living for himself and staying clean. 

“Do you ever think about fucking him?” Frankie asked casually, glancing from the screen to your face.

“Frankie, oh my God!” You gasped. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You gaped at him, shutting off your phone and placing it on the nightstand.

“Hey, I wasn’t asking to start an argument,” he said coolly. “It was a genuine question.”

You shrunk into the pillows, turning to face him. He nestled against his own pillow, holding your gaze and giving you a small grin. His hair had grown shaggy at the ends, sticking up behind his ears and curling at the base of his neck. You lifted a hand to scratch at the patchy beard covering his jaw, biting your lip as you navigated a response in your head.

“No, I haven’t thought about it,” you exhaled. “Okay, maybe I have once or twice. Fuck—I don’t know. Not in a fuck him and leave you type of way.”

“You know I wouldn’t be mad if you did,” Frankie replied. “Fuck him, I mean.”

“What?” You balked, eyes growing wide.

He only shrugged his shoulders, shifting close to you in the bed.

“He’s my best friend. I’d trust him with you.”

“You’re not seriously telling me right now you want me to sleep with Benny.”

“I’m not telling you to do it,” Frankie argued. “Just saying, if you ever want to explore it, tell me. I’m sure he’s thought about it, too.”

Your face burned bright red at the thought of Benny fantasizing about you. There was no way. Frankie was messing with you.

“None of this bothers you?” You questioned.

Frankie laughed softly, hooking an arm around your leg and guiding it over his hip. You shuffled your body closer until you were both a breath apart. 

“Fuck no, baby,” he smirked, his pupils growing bigger. “Getting to see one of best friends fuck you would probably only turn me on more.”

You felt him growing harder against you, and you reached a hand down to palm his cock through his pajama bottoms. Frankie let out a soft whine, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Would you just sit back and watch?” You quirked an eyebrow. 

“I’d do whatever you want.”

Your fingers danced up his pants, teasing his waistband. You gave him a mischievous grin as you trailed lower until your hand wrapped around his cock. He groaned at your touch, his eyes rolling back.

“What if I want both of you?” You asked, pumping him slowly. “At the same time?”

Something carnal flashed across his features, and he crawled on top of you, running his mouth up your neck. You arched into him, using both hands to pull down his pants. Frankie did the same to you, tugging your sleep shorts down your legs and exploring the wetness collecting between your inner thighs.

“Pretty girl wants to get tag-teamed?” He teased. “Yeah, I can make that happen.”

You gasped at his words and let him fuck you mercilessly the rest of the night. 

You had zero clue what Frankie had told Benny, but later that week, you were situated on the couch between their warm bodies, watching some action movie. Benny kept a respectable distance while Frankie’s hand remained on your thigh, drawing slow circles over your bare skin. You were wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of soft sleep shorts, your nerves buzzing through your body. 

You barely had the capacity to pay attention to the movie, your eyes shifting between both of the men sitting on either side of you. Frankie leaned over after a while, his breath hot against your neck.

“You call the shots, pretty girl. Whatever you wanna do, it’s your choice,” he muttered into your ear.

You let out a small gasp, glancing over at Benny. He was sitting relaxed against the couch; his legs spread open and muscular arms crossed over his chest. Your eyes trailed up his thick neck, studying his tensed jaw covered in days-old stubble and blue eyes that remained focused on the screen. You weren’t the shy type, but initiating this type of situation was way out of your comfort zone.

“Benny?” You whispered.

His gaze slid to you, his pupils already dilated.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice deep as he said your name.

You sucked in a breath, mustering the courage to take it to the next step. 

“Kiss me,” you demanded, though it sounded a bit sheepish.

He flicked his gaze to Frankie, then back to you. Reaching a hand up to tangle in your hair, he reeled you in for a hungry kiss. You whimpered at the feel of his mouth against yours, his approach far rougher than what you were used to with Frankie. His tongue intertwined with yours as he coaxed your mouth open wider, his other hand sliding up your thigh. 

Frankie’s mouth connected with the other side of your neck, sucking marks into your flushed skin as you let out another helpless whine.

“Fuck,” Benny panted, guiding your head toward Frankie.

Frankie was quick to capture your mouth, his tongue tracing the saliva still lingering on your lips. You gasped as Benny’s mouth trailed up your neck, drawing his tongue over the erratic pulse under your jaw. 

“This what you want, baby?” Frankie asked before sinking his teeth into the plush skin of your bottom lip.

You gave him an eager nod of your head, and he brought his hand up to tilt your head, both of their mouths now hot and wet against either side of your throat. The throbbing between your thighs grew painful, and you squirmed against their roaming hands; Benny’s hand crawled up to cup your breast, Frankie’s hand teasing your aching clit over your shorts.

“Jesus Christ,” you moaned, letting your head fall back against the couch. 

“Call the shots, pretty girl,” Frankie ordered. 

You bucked your hips against his hand, searching for any form of friction to alleviate the pressure building inside your core. Benny tugged at the t-shirt covering your torso, his breath going ragged as he discovered you bare beneath the soft cotton.

His head dipped down to capture your pebbled nipple between his teeth, grinding them against your skin until you cried out from the pleasure mixing with pain. Oh, Benny was rough, and it only made you ache for more of his touch.

You glanced down at the same time his gaze lifted to yours, a grin tugging at his lips as he realized how much you liked it. Frankie, meanwhile, was working at sipping his fingers between your wet folds, sinking two fingers knuckle deep. 

“Shit,” you hissed through clenched teeth. Frankie’s fingers worked fast inside you; he knew what to do to make you completely fall apart.

But now you had another man working at you in tandem, Benny’s mouth still ravaging your breast. Your fingers tangled into his hair, your nails raking over his scalp. He let out a groan of approval, rewarding you with another bite of his teeth around your nipple.

“Feels…so fucking good…” You whispered to both men.

Frankie angled his hand so that he could push his fingers deeper, curling them against the spongy spot inside you. Searing heat coursed through your veins with each movement of his fingers, your breath coming out short and pained.

A dangerous idea floated through the fog inside your brain, and you wondered how far you could push it at the expense of your wanton needs. Tugging Benny’s hair, he released your nipple with a gentle pop and moved his lips back to yours. You sucked his bottom lip in between your teeth before diving your tongue into his mouth. Benny let out a shallow exhale, letting you steer the kiss in whatever direction you wanted. 

“Benny,” you whined. “I want your tongue inside me.”

He cursed under his breath and looked over at Frankie, who was still working you closer to the edge. Frankie’s eyes lifted to meet yours, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. He pulled his fingers from you, lifting them to your mouth.

“Clean them, pretty girl,” he ordered. 

You wrapped your mouth around his thick fingers, the salty, sweet taste of your arousal coating your tongue. You pulled your head back and looked at Benny with a lifted brow.

“Wanna taste?” You asked with a coy smile.

You expected him to pull you in for a kiss, to taste it from your mouth, but your breath stalled as you watched him grip Frankie’s wrist and guide his fingers into his mouth. Your jaw dropped open as Benny sucked on Frankie’s fingers with fervency, his eyes locked on your boyfriend. This was new. Frankie grunted as Benny dragged his tongue over the pads of his fingers, finally releasing them and settling back into the couch.

“Come here, baby,” Frankie said, shuffling his body back against one side of the couch.

He maneuvered you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest. Through heavy lids, you watched Benny tear away his shirt and put his defined abs on display. You and Frankie had been to a few of his boxing matches, and you were more than familiar with the toned figure he hid under his basic t-shirts. Your eyes roamed down his torso, studying the way his chest hair flourished between his sternum and trailed down his abdomen. You involuntarily wet your lips at the sight, wanting to take your tongue and trace every flexed muscle on his body.

“Spread your legs for me, babygirl,” Benny instructed. Hearing him call you babygirl had your mind reeling. 

You let your legs fall open and watched as Benny shuffled back to situate himself between your thighs. Frankie’s hands groped and squeezed your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples until you gasped at the stinging pain. You tilted your head back, arching upward to meet his lips. Frankie responded with a sloppy kiss, his nose brushing over yours at the same time Benny’s tongue flicked over your aching clit.

“Fuck!” You cried, the word muffled in Frankie’s mouth.

Frankie let out a low chuckle and intertwined his fingers through the tendrils of your hair, forcing you to look down at Benny.

“Watch him while he tongue fucks you, baby,” Frankie commanded. 

Your breath hitched, and Benny took that as his opportunity to dive his tongue deep inside you. Sparks of pleasure erupted behind your eyes, and it took all your strength to keep your focus on him as he worked his tongue deeper. His eyes shot up to yours, the pale blue of his irises swallowed by his pupils. 

“Do you like that pretty girl?” Frankie crooned in your ear. “You enjoy having us both giving you all this attention?”

“Yes,” you panted, your chest rising and falling steadily as warmth spread through your stomach.

“Tell Benny how much you like it.”

Your eyes rolled back as Benny traced over your wet folds with his tongue, the heat of his mouth against your cunt sending you into a spiral. 

“I—.” You choked on your words as Benny’s lips suctioned around your clit, his tongue sending sharp rhythmic flicks across the aching bundle of nerves.

“Tell him,” Frankie growled, his hand wrapping around your throat.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, Benny,” you gasped. “Please don’t stop… Please. Keep doing that, I’m so fucking close.”

Your words were melding together, a jumble of incoherent mumbling and humiliating whimpers. Frankie’s hand squeezed your throat tighter, restricting your breathing as Benny coaxed your orgasm closer to the surface. With Frankie’s hand around your neck and Benny’s tongue assailing your cunt, the overstimulation began to spread through your veins. 

“I know you’re close, pretty girl,” Frankie whispered in your ear. “I can feel how tense you are. Let it go, baby. Cum for us.”

His words sent the heavens crashing down around you, and your body seized upwards as your orgasm ignited a fire that raged under your skin. Benny lapped at the arousal pooling out of you, humming in satisfaction as a strangled cry left your lips. 

“Doesn’t my girl taste good, Benny?” Frankie murmured, releasing his grip on your throat.

“Fucking perfect,” Benny grinned.

You leaned your head back against Frankie’s chest, seeing his big brown eyes sparkle with lust. 

“Frankie, baby,” you whispered. “Why don’t you have a taste, too?”

Frankie started to shift you off his lap, but you pressed yourself further into his chest, leaving him looking at you confused. You glanced down at Benny and gave a subtle lift of your chin as if to silently coax him from between your thighs. He followed your lead, crawling up your body until he hovered over you and leaned in close. He braced himself against the couch with one arm while snaking the other around Frankie’s neck. You careened your neck to watch as their mouth collided, Frankie’s aquiline nose smashing against Benny’s cheek for a frenzied kiss. Frankie submitted to Benny’s control, whimpering as their tongues danced together. Your jaw went slack as you watched your boyfriend passionately kiss his best friend; oh, you fucking loved this.

Benny tore away from Frankie’s lips, bending down to trail his lips over your jaw and neck. 

“I think your man wants some attention, babygirl,” he muttered against your warm skin.

“I think so, too,” you agreed, breathless.

Both men maneuvered off the couch, taking their time to undress, while you sat back and admired both of their naked bodies. Frankie was soft in all the right areas, his dark chest hair spread across his broad torso and trailing down over the soft pudge of his stomach. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already glistening with precum as it leaked from the tip. Your eyes shifted over to Benny, your eyes growing wide at the length of his hardened cock. While Frankie’s cock was sizable in girth, Benny made up for it with length, and the thought of his cock deep inside you only spurred you closer to another orgasm. You needed one of them to fuck you, or else you’d go crazy.

“Baby,” you whined, shuffling your body up on the couch.

Frankie gave you a smirk, the creases in the corner of his eyes appearing as he looked down on you. You snaked a hand down your navel, your fingers slipping between the wet folds as you sought out some sort of relief from the throbbing need inside you. 

Benny moved around the side of the couch, his strong hands hooking under your shoulders and dragging you back until your head hung over the arm of the couch. Upside down, you stared up at his cock as it hovered over your face. You wet your lips at the sight of it, waiting for him to inch closer. Gliding a hand over your strained neck, his fingers squeezed the right above the base of it.

“I wanna feel my cock right here, babygirl,” Benny said. “You gonna show me you can take it?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

You dropped your jaw open, your tongue darting out as you waited for him to step forward. Frankie’s body weight dropped on the couch above you, his hands lifting your legs onto his shoulder. As your calves settled onto his broad shoulders, Frankie lined himself up with your entrance. In one quick thrust, Frankie bottomed out, and you let out a raspy moan. Before you had a chance to make another sound, Benny slid his cock into your mouth, your tongue dragging against the veins along the length. You sputtered around him as he drove deeper down your throat, his fingers still massaging your neck with each shallow thrust. 

Frankie’s thrusts grew harder, and your muffled cries were silenced as Benny continued snapping his hips forward into your mouth. 

“Ain’t she so pretty like this?” Frankie grunted through each drive of his cock.

“So fucking pretty,” Benny huffed. You swallowed around him, forcing him to choke on his words. “She’s taking our cocks so well. Her mouth feels so fucking good.”

You keened at their words, arousal blooming deep within your stomach as they spoke. They were using your body any way they wanted, and you were desperate for their praise. 

“You enjoy getting used like this, baby?” Frankie asked, his voice low and strained. 

You couldn’t respond as Benny plunged his cock further down your throat, your jaw straining to take his length deeper. You could feel the tears cascading down your temples, your breath forced out of your nose as you struggled under his hold. 

“Aw, pretty girl can’t talk?” Frankie taunted. 

Frankie lifted your ass off the couch, his warm hands squeezing the supple skin as you began assaulting you with unforgiving thrusts. Your cunt clenched around his cock, sucking him in deeper until the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. You wailed a helpless cry, saliva dripping over Benny’s cock and down your cheeks. 

Your eyes blurred as your climax grew into an inferno inside your stomach. Each thrust on either side of your body plummeted your orgasm closer and closer to the surface, your heartbeat thrumming erratically in your ears. Benny hunched over your body, his hands massaging your breasts, his fingers pinching around your nipples. You arched off the couch, and Frankie kept his grip tight on your hips as he continued railing into you.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for us, baby?” Frankie crooned.

“Mmmph.” 

You couldn’t speak. You could barely make a coherent noise as your orgasm ignited inside of you, leaving you paralyzed—suspended between the bodies of two men that continued to wreck you completely as you came undone. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” Frankie praised.

“Think she deserves a reward?” Benny questioned, drawing his cock from your mouth.

You heaved in lung-fulls of air, drool still dripping down your face. Benny crouched behind you, his hand fisting your hair to pull your face forward toward Frankie. Frankie’s dark eyes met yours, and he pounded deeper into you, your cries turning into humiliating whimpers.

“You want Frankie to cum inside you, babygirl?” Benny whispered, his tongue tracing along the shell of your ear.

“Y—yes,” you wailed brokenly. “Please, Frankie. Need your cum.”

Frankie’s face scrunched up with concentration as he changed the tempo of his thrusts; they were slower and more powerful. Benny’s grip on your hair remained firm, not allowing you to look anywhere but at Frankie. His tousled dark curls stuck to his forehead with sweat, his jaw clenched as he forcibly thrust into you in one final time. With a carnal groan, Frankie emptied himself inside you, slumping onto your chest with labored breaths. 

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie groaned. 

Benny unwound his fingers from the tendrils of your hair, peppering your cheek and neck with kisses. Frankie lifted his head to look at Benny, and you could faintly see a smirk teasing the corner of his hips.

“I think she can take a bit more. What do you say, Benny?” Frankie grinned.

“I wanna know how good that pussy feels. You gonna let me fill you up, too?” Benny asked, his teeth grazing your neck.

“God, yes,” you exhaled.

Frankie climbed off your body and maneuvered you onto all fours. Your legs wobbled against the cushions, Frankie’s cum slowly leaking from your sore cunt. Benny made his way around the couch, climbing behind your shaking body. Frankie took his spot in front of you, his large hands cupping your face and wiping away the excess saliva that still coated your cheeks and nose.

“Look at the mess you made, pretty girl,” Frankie mumbled, his eyes dancing over you ravenously. 

He leaned in to kiss you, drawing his tongue over your wet lips. You moaned into his open mouth, your body tensing up with anticipation as Benny coated the head of his cock with the wetness leaking from your entrance. 

“Eyes on me, baby,” Frankie ordered, pulling away from your mouth. “I wanna watch you while Benny ruins that perfect pussy.”

That was all Benny needed to hear before he broke you up, the stretch of your cunt around his cock blindingly painful for the first few seconds. Your mouth fell open as his hips pressed against your ass, every glorious inch of him stretching you wide open. A choked gasp fell from your lips as Frankie held your focus, his brown eyes watching with fervid attention. 

“Benny,” Frankie said, never breaking away from your eyes. “Fuck her hard.”

Benny replied with a forceful snap of his hips that sent your body colliding with the couch. You screamed out at the savage pace he set, each connection of his hips against yours sending you into a frenzy of whimpers and sobs.

“So fucking tight and perfect,” Benny huffed between each drive of his cock. “Can’t believe you’ve been keeping her to yourself.”

“She’s all mine, Benny,” Frankie reminded him. “But I think she enjoys being shared.”

You nodded vigorously, flames licking up your nerves as Benny steered you closer to another orgasm. Your nails dug into the cushions, half-moon indentations left in their wake. 

“I want you both,” you panted. “Like this.”

“Yeah, babygirl?” Benny exhaled, bending his body over yours to kiss up your spine.

Frankie dragged you in for a long kiss, a moan exhaling from his mouth into yours. You were drunk on their touch, each hand roaming your body, every kiss, every lust-filled word. You couldn’t get enough.

“Cum inside me, Benny,” you pleaded. 

Benny’s arm braced around your torso, pulling you up until your back was flush with his chest. Frankie climbed over the arm of the sofa, his hands sweeping back the hair from your face. Benny brought his free hand up to Frankie, tugging at his curls until he shuffled closer. Frankie tilted his chin up and met Benny’s lips, their kisses slow and impassioned. Both of their body’s pressed harder against yours, Benny’s cock sliding in and out of you slowly, his thrusts shallow and short. You licked a path up Frankie’s neck, startling a gasp from him as Benny deepened their kiss.

The muscles in Benny’s arms flexed around your chest, his hips snapping hard one last time before his release was painting your insides. You were so fucking full of them both, your body coursing with adrenaline and pleasure. Benny slipped out of you, breaking away from Frankie’s lips and falling back against the couch. 

“Come here, babygirl,” Benny urged, outstretching his arms.

You glanced at Frankie for permission—which was comical as the mixture of their cum leaked down your inner thighs. Frankie gave you a soft smile, peking your lips before guiding you down onto the couch. 

Benny wound his arms around your trembling body, pressing a light kiss on the crown of your head, while Frankie settled against your body on the other side. You nestled into the warmth of their bodies, your eyes drifting shut from exhaustion.

“This was nice,” you hummed, giggling softly. 

“You wanna do it again?” Frankie chuckled, kissing your shoulder.

“Maybe not right now,” you groaned.

The soreness between your legs throbbed violently, and every muscle in your body tense and stiffened. You stretched out between them, feeling both men’s heartbeats pounding against your body.

“I love you, baby,” Frankie muttered into your skin.

“I love you, too,” you exhaled.

Lifting your chin to look at Benny, you watched him eye Frankie knowingly. You could see the emotions swimming in his blue eyes, his lips parted and swollen.

“You love him, too,” you commented.

“Yeah, maybe I do,” Benny said absentmindedly.

Benny’s gaze slid down to you, and you saw it in his eyes. The passion between them, the cohesiveness of their movements with you; it was all right there. You always thought Benny loved Frankie like a brother, but maybe there was something more. You weren’t jealous; you were far from it. You wanted them both, maybe in different ways, but still… you wanted them.

“Would you do this again?” You asked, partially to both of them.

“Absolutely,” Frankie said, at the same time Benny said, “In a heartbeat.”

“Stay the night with us, Benny,” you offered. 

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” Benny sighed.

#frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #ben miller #benny miller #triple frontier #frankie morales x f!reader #benny miller x frankie morales #frankie x f!reader x benny #frankie morales x f!reader x benny miller #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #frankie catfish morales smut #mmf dynamic #we love when men whimper

[pimosworld]

Moonshine

TLOU x Triple Frontier crossover AU

Pairing-Joel Miller x f!reader x Francisco Morales

Chapter Summary-Frankie spends the night and he may never leave.

Rating-Explicit,Explicit, 18+,MDNI,NSFW

CW-Alcohol consumption,Fluff,Smut,oral male receiving,Heavy MM dynamics, MMF dynamics, Dom Joel, Anal,Unprotected PIV,M receiving, cream pie,anal cream pie,praise kink,aftercare.

WK-4k

A/N- This chapter is smut and if you’re not comfortable reading MM sex or MMF this is your chance to stop reading because it’s smut from here on out. More plot next chapter but I wanted to give the people what they’ve been asking for.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Moon shine chapter IV-XXX part II

Joel was in high spirits tonight, chatting with customers and introducing himself to new people. He did it to be friendly but often to assert to new faces that this was his place and if any rumblings around the QZ of his name were mentioned he wanted to make sure they knew. 

  He was soft with you but his presence to most was intimidating. 

  You couldn’t help but notice everyone staring at you, Santi kept locking eyes with you and smirking and Benny kept hailing you the queen. You were too pleased with yourself to be embarrassed. It was thrilling knowing that these two fierce men, who would be feared by any other, were captivated by you. 

  Charity makes her way over to you, setting her empty bar tray down and invading your space. You didn’t mind the company but you can see her tongue in cheek smile as she watches you work. 

  “Got something on your mind?”

  “Table 5 needs refills.” You turn around and cross your arms knowing full well she didn’t come over for refills. 

  “I’m so jealous babe.” You shake your head at her as you make the drinks for the table. 

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She gestures to Joel and Frankie laughing and chatting beside the bar, just then they look at you. You take a deep breath and look away hoping you don’t collapse from the intensity. 

  “I love you but please shut up.” You whisper so only she can hear as she signs the cross and kisses the sky. 

  If teasing is all you’ll have to deal with you’ll gladly put up with it to see them both so happy. 

  ****

  There’s a few stragglers as you all wrap up the night. Joel goes over to graciously nudge them out the door so you can all leave. You don’t like the way they gawk at you as they get up from their table.  

  Benny notices your discomfort as they make their way out and heads outside to see which way they went. Something about them is oddly familiar and it leaves an awful knot in your stomach. 

  He comes back in and heads straight for Will who is chatting with Santi and Charity. The brothers exchange words and you get a small glimpse into the lives they had before this. Constantly observing the surroundings and still adamant about doing their jobs. 

  “Shine you ready to go home?” Joel’s voice pulls you from your thoughts as you see him with your bag and jacket slung over his shoulder. 

  A part of you is sad as you glance over at Frankie still perched on the bar sink as he watches the rest of the boys leave for the night. 

  “Fish, I'm sleeping in your apartment. It's nicer than mine.” Benny calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hallway.

  But why would he-?

  “Francisco you coming?” Joel flashes him a look as Frankie stands straight to join him. “Of course I am.”

  They both have satisfied looks on their faces as something goes unsaid between them. You round the bar as Joel places your jacket on your shoulders and Frankie guides you by the small of your back toward the door. You haven’t quite been able to fill your lungs with air as the warmth and affection blooms amongst the three of you. 

  ****

  You walk a little ahead of them to gain your bearings and they happily give you space as they chat amongst themselves. You hear your name a few times and you glance over your shoulder and are always met with an amused smile from them. 

  You hear mentions of Frankie’s time in the military, something you notice he hasn’t brought up with you. Maybe too worried about scaring you, he must know the awful things you’ve had to endure from the time you were on your own.

  There’s a flirtatiousness in Joel’s voice as he compliments him and you swear you saw them holding hands for a moment. It’s exhilarating seeing him in this new light. A side of him you’ve never been exposed to before and perhaps maybe never would have if Frankie hadn’t come along. 

  You finally make it to your townhouse, the long way up the steps seem like a daunting task as you try to control your uneven breaths. You can feel them watching you as you close your eyes to calm your nerves. Your fingers can’t work the keys and a frustrated sigh leaves your lips before you can stop it. 

  “Hey…are you okay?” Frankie comes up behind you to steady your hands as you nod. 

  “Shine…words.”

  “Yes I’m okay…you guys are just making me a little nervous.” Frankie tries to disguise the chuckle he lets out as you turn to face them both. 

  “I don’t mean to laugh hermosa but we haven’t done anything.” 

  Sure… little do they know their presence alone is making your stomach do flips and you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come on the other side of this door. 

  As you enter the threshold Joel leans down close to your ear “Why don’t you change out of your work clothes and get comfortable.” He kisses your neck and stands, you see his eyes flit behind you momentarily as you pull away from him. 

  He playfully smacks your ass as you head towards the bedroom to change. You let out a small shriek and Frankie’s laughter has you relaxing a little. 

  Your moment of reprieve doesn’t last long as you stand in the bedroom wondering what exactly it is you’re supposed to change into. 

  It’s not like lingerie was readily available but you did have a cute green matching set of bra and panties to throw on under one of Joel’s shirts that you usually lounged in along with your sleep shorts. 

  As you make your way back into the kitchen you’re met with the sight of the two men, idling around each other moving in tandem as if they’ve done this a million times. Joel leans in and whispers something in his ear that has him giggling like a schoolgirl. 

  The floor creaks slightly beneath your feet, alerting them of your presence. They both turn to look at you again with those chocolate brown eyes. It seems you’ll have to get used to it without feeling the need to pass out just from a simple stare. 

  “I love when you wear my clothes.” He looks you up and down as he exits heading toward your bedroom leaving you alone with Frankie. He takes his signature cap off, setting it on the counter as he runs his fingers through his hair. You can’t help but gawk at the way his muscles flex in his shirt and you don’t miss the way he’s looking at you as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. 

  There’s a twinkle in his eye as he smiles at you. You can hear the sound of bare footsteps behind you as you turn to see Joel changed out of his button up wearing a plain undershirt and jeans. 

  He’s looking at you like he’s going to devour you and you can barely register the words coming out of his mouth. 

  “Did you say something?” 

  “I asked if you cared for a drink?” You blink up at him more confused than ever because he’s not holding anything in his hands. 

He grabs your shoulders and slowly turns you to face Frankie who's holding out a glass of amber liquid. You swallow thick as you notice he’s discarded his shirt. Your eyes track down his muscular tan chest, a small happy trail over his soft belly disappears somewhere beneath the waistband of his jeans. 

“What is it?” Your voice barely above a whisper as he holds the glass up to his nose and inhales. “I’m not sure,Joel said you’d like it though.”

You take the glass from him and down it in one go. It’s good…really good, it tastes almost indistinguishable from your signature drink. It hits your belly and warms you from the inside, doing nothing to fan the flames of your arousal. Still you don’t know what this game is they’re playing and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction right now. 

“It’s not bad.” (You lie) and his lip ticks up a bit as he smirks at Joel over your shoulder.

“Told ya.” Joel says to him as if you’re not standing right there once again sandwiched between them. 

You spin on your heels to face Joel, the frustration evident on your face. “Told him what Joel?” You cross your arms and pop your hip like a petulant child. 

Frankie moves closer to you, pressing his exposed chest to your back.You can feel his hardness pressed into you as you try not to move. A small intake of breath causes your chest to brush into Joel’s. The amusement is written all over his face as you struggle to remain composed. 

Frankie leans down close to your ear and you close your eyes for a brief moment savoring the feeling. “He told me…you were a little brat Luna.”

“You keep calling me Luna…I don’t know what that means.”

He tsks at you while his thumb traces a line along your jaw. “Oh…I thought you knew everything.”

They’re having too much fun playing with you, obviously having planned the whole thing out long before you registered what was happening. 

“Is someone going to fill me in as to what’s going on?”

“You’ll be filled soon enough, Moon.”

Frankie turns you toward Joel and if they keep spinning you you’re not gonna know which way is up. Just when you think they can’t possibly get any closer Joel moves in and grabs Frankie behind the neck.

You’re frozen to the spot as you watch the two men kiss over your shoulder. Your knees would’ve buckled at the sight if you weren’t quite literally trapped between them.

Before you have a chance to speak Frankie grabs your jaw and tilts your head back, his soft pillowy lips crash into yours as his other hand trails its way to your breast giving a light squeeze. You register another hand skating up your thigh slowly making its way higher.

His tongue prods your mouth for entry and a quiet whimper leaves you as you feel another set of lips on your neck. They’ve both got you so keyed up you can hardly breathe. 

Frankie pulls away, taking your bottom lip with him as you desperately chase the kiss. Joel rubs your arms reminding you he’s still there, grounding you in a way. Checking in to make sure you still want this. He’s waiting for you to say something- anything, but for once in your life you’re left speechless.

“We should move this to the bedroom.” Frankie saves you from your moment of panic and your feet somehow carry you to the room. Clothes being ripped and discarded along the way. Their hands are all over you, it’s intoxicating and you know for the three of you there’s no going back.

Joel urged Frankie to lay on the bed, what little control he thought he had was forgotten in a moment. You both knew who called the shots from this point forward. 

“Francisco has been so generous, you should return the favor .”

You lick your bottom lip at the vision of him laid out in front of you. “Isn’t he a sight.”Joel’s behind you, the heavy weight of his cock pressed into the small of your back as he slowly coaxes you forward onto the bed. 

Frankie’s chest is rising and falling as you crawl towards him,littering kisses along his thighs and his hips. He’s shaking and you’ve barely touched him. The weight of him in your hand as you slowly stroke him is strangely familiar. 

You taste the beaded pearl of precum on his tip as you give an experimental lick. You take the head in your mouth swirling your tongue around as Frankie white knuckles the sheets below. “Holy shit…” 

“Doesn’t she take direction so well, Francisco?”

He can’t form words as he nods watching your perfect lips wrapped around him. Joel’s weight dips the bed behind you as he watches your cunt flutter with every bob of your head. His fingers tease your entrance and you moan around Frankie’s cock as he dips two fingers into your dripping cunt. 

“Always so wet for me Shine…you should see it Francisco.”

Frankie’s falling apart in front of you as his curls stick to his sweaty forehead. He’s focused on you as his eyes flit back and forth to Joel pumping his fingers in and out. 

Joel withdraws his fingers and before you can miss the sensation the fat tip of his cock is stretching you,filling you with each rock of his hips. “So tight for me.” The gravely tone in his voice has you clench around him while he squeezes your hips to still you. He bottoms out muttering curses under his breath.

Frankie’s a little bigger than Joel as you try and breathe through your nose to take him all in. Your chin is soaked with spit and cum as you whine around his cock. Your hand pumps the base where you can’t reach. You’ve never felt this full as Frankie strokes your face trying to hold his composure. 

Your lungs burn for air but he’s looking down at you with something akin to admiration as his breathing grows ragged. 

“Relax your throat hermosa.” You will yourself to relax and you feel the tip of him at the back of your throat. “Oh fuck…good girl.”

“She likes when you tell her she’s doin a good job.” Joel heaves behind you sending you further down as your nose brushes the soft curls at the base of his cock. 

You’re trying to focus on Frankie but Joel’s hand presses you down making you arch your back,you can feel every curve and ridge as he drags through your tight walls.

“Joel…” Frankie’s pleading and his voice is wrecked as he’s on the brink of release, but he doesn’t want this to be over too soon. 

Joel’s hand grips your hair pulling you off him with a loud pop. You’re gasping for air as you’re still connected by spit. You’re sure you're a mess but Frankie looks at you as if you’re everything to him. “You’re doing so good for us.”

A silent conversation is had between the two men and suddenly you’re on your back at the top of the bed. Frankie’s mouth works all over your body as he suck’s your nipple into stiff peaks.His large hands grip your waist sure to leave bruises. “You’re shaking hermosa.” Your skin is hot to the touch and your mind is overstimulated and all you can manage is a whine. “I’ve got you okay.” You nod as he nuzzles into your neck.

Joel bends over him trailing kisses down his spine and now he’s the one shaking. This moment is more than carnal desire as Joel looks at you like he worships the ground you walk on. 

“You okay, Shine?” Your control is slipping as you squeak out a yes. Neither of you dare make a move without Joel’s approval. 

Joel leans across grabbing something from the nightstand drawer as Frankie continues to worship your body, your face, your breasts, the way you smell of sex and vanilla scented body wash. 

Frankie gasps as a cold substance drops down his ass and hits his hole as it trails further down his balls.He shudders above you as he grips the base of his cock, teasing it up and down your slit. 

He turns to see Joel squeezing a clear liquid from an unmarked bottle. “Fuck where’d you get lube?” He’s panting above you as the anticipation builds, he hasn’t let anyone have this much control ever.

“It’s for special occasions.” You both say simultaneously. His cheeks darken momentarily at the thought of being a (special occasion).

Joel holds his fingers out in front as you lean in and suck on them. Bobbing your head as you just were, eager in every action as you swirl your tongue around his digits. 

“Relax Francisco.” His words were echoed back to him by Joel. This certainly isn’t his first time but this feels different. It’s not rushed or hasty. Joel is deliberate in every step he takes. 

He sinks a finger in as Frankie grits his teeth, Joel’s thick digit moving in and out slowly until he feels him relax and adds another. “I need to open you up so you can take me like our girl does.” Fuck…The sudden intrusion gives way to pleasure as he tilts back, biting down hard on your breast. 

Joel pulls his fingers out leaving a temporary void as Frankie feels the fat tip of his cock press against his hole. Joel pushes in slowly, teasing back and forth, waiting for any signs of discomfort. He can feel his muscles relax around his shaft as he goes further and further. 

Your pussy is aching to be filled again but you could come from the display above you as Joel takes what he needs and Frankie holds on to every thread of resolve he has left. 

You look between you as his cock leaks a steady trail of precum on your stomach. The tip red and angry begging for release. His eyes meet yours in a moment of need asking for permission. “Please Frankie…” Your words are cut off as he enters you slowly, setting the same pace as Joel. 

“Jesus Christ…” Frankie half shouts as he tries not to black out at the sensation of your tight walls and Joel’s cock all at once. Lewd sounds of the three of you echo off the walls as Joel rocks his hips back and forth. 

“That’s it…you’re taking me so well.” Now Frankie knows how it feels to be praised, he's never felt so full. This was an addiction he’s not willing to kick anytime soon. 

Joel doesn’t know where to look. At you as you cling to Frankie, your eyes rolled back in pure bliss. He looks down at where they connect as he moves in and out reveling in the way Frankie pushes his hips back meeting every thrust. Something primal is stirring inside as he bites down hard on his lip to stave off his release. 

Joel grunts and gasps picking up the pace as Frankie clings to you for dear life. His mutters of English and Spanish in your ear as he takes what Joel gives him. “Mierda siente tan bien.”

You’ve been in his position before as you whisper soft praise under your breath. 

He mirrors every movement as Joel’s grip tightens on his waist and his hips are flush against him, he thrusts into him and Frankie lets out a choked sob as he pushes further into you. He’s got both your wrists in an iron lock grip on one of his hands above your head. 

Duel chants of their names leave your lips as he punches the breath out of you with every thrust. His cock hitting something deep inside as you dig crescent moons into your hand. 

Frankie has a moment of panic as he notices tears cascading down your face.”Am I hurting you?” 

“No…fuck it feels so good.” You keen as you arch your back off the bed, wrapping your legs around both men desperately pulling them into you. 

“She’s real pretty when she cries.”Joel whispers in Frankie’s ear as he rutts into him. “Fuck he’s got a dirty mouth.” Frankie grunts above you. 

Every axon fiber in your body screams at you to hold on but you’re quickly approaching your edge. 

Joel leans down, capturing your lips as you feel another tongue slide into the embrace.It’s all tongue and teeth as the three of you seize this moment in time. 

“Come for me Shine.” His raspy voice tells you he’s barely holding on as he bites down on your pulse point. 

Frankie can feel you contract your muscles as you moan loudly in his ear,they’re falling over the edge with you and reality as they come in the same breath. Frankie fills you as Joel lets out a choked sob behind him.

Joel braces the wall to not collapse on the both of you as he catches his breath. You could lay here for an eternity with them and the crushing weight of their affection as they whisper soft praises and kiss your sweat soaked body. 

A long moment passes as the three of you stay connected, your deep breaths evening out as you come down from your high. You feel hollow as they shift off you but Frankie doesn’t let you out of his grasp as he pulls you into his chest, planting kisses along your back. 

You both watch as Joel lazes off to the bathroom and runs the water until it heats up.You’re already drifting off to sleep as he returns with a washcloth. You vaguely register his hands wiping your face and gently down your center, both men speaking in hushed voices. 

No words are spoken as sleep carries you away. The soft sounds of your men and the rise and fall of their chest as they cage you in. The three of you finally complete. 

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𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫✨

Capítulo 4  "𝗗𝗲𝗶𝘅𝗲-𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝘇"

Leia a parte 1,2,3 antes de começar a leitura.

Sinopse:Você e Harry tem uma noite quente, mas isso não parece ser o suficiente quando se tem muito ainda á explorar. Incluir alguém em uma de suas noites de sacanagem não parece uma má ideia.

Categoria: Marido!harry, Amigo!Niall, trio, ménage, dom!harry, sub!Niall e sub!sn.

Avisos: sexo explícito, muita obscenidade mesmo, sexo oral, sexo vaginal, sexo anal, sexo à três, beijo gay e muita conversa suja.|Se não gosta deste tipo de conteúdo por favor não leia.

NotaAutora: Chegamos ao último capítulo! Preparei ele com muito carinho para vocês, obg por todo apoio de vcs e da @umadirectioner e ideas da @camizzzzzzz-1dforever. Esta a segunda vez que escrevo um trio, então peço perdão caso não tenha saído tão bom, além de ser a primeira vez escrevendo sobre sexo anal, espero que gostem.♥️

Masterlist

Sua noite com Niall foi adorável e estava grata por ainda não ter acabado, agora viria a melhor parte, você estava ansiosa e com medo do que seu marido iria achar do senhor Horan ter mudado todo o plano, mas, no fundo, houve uma pontinha de excitação por querer saber o que ele faria com vocês. A sua mão estava entrelaçada a de Niall desde que saíram do bar, mas assim que a porta de sua casa foi aberta e você viu seu marido com apenas uma calça moletom cinza vendo televisão no sofá, você soltou-se do homem ao seu lado e correu para o colo do homem que amava.

"Oi querida." Ele diz sorrindo pela forma que você pulou nele.

"Estava com tanta saudade." Diz manhosa.

"Eu também." Ele lhe beijou calorosamente por alguns minutos "Chegou cedo, o que houve?"

"Nada." Seu olhar culpado entregava tudo.

"Eu te conheço." Harry ergueu seu queixo com o indicador. "Não gostou do lugar que preparei para você?"

"Hmmm, nós não fomos." A voz aguda e olhos de cachorrinho que deu a ele o deixou ainda mais bravo.

"Como assim não foram?" Harry tinha seus olhos fuzilando o irlandês que estava de pé em sua sala. "Niall pode me explicar isso?"

"Teve uma pequena mudança de planos." Coçou a nuca em nervosismo.

"Ele me levou a um bar." Sussurrou no ouvido de seu marido, distribuindo beijinhos sob pescoço arrepiado dele.

"Bar? Você me fez gastar meu dinheiro para um noite perfeita para levá-la a um bar?" Harry acusou seu amigo enquanto você o excitava ainda mais a cada toque.

"Era um bar de alta classe." Niall tentou defender-se.

"Mas ainda é um bar." Retrucou.

"Ele disse que eu era a garota dele essa noite." Você adicionou o novo fato adorando ver a raiva nos olhos de seu marido.

"A garota dele?"

Harry queria matá-lo.

"Ele colocou os dedos dele em mim de baixo da mesa como você fez naquele restaurante." Você continuava suas provocações tanto em sua fala e também o beijinhos molhados em seu pescoço.

"O quê?" Harry cospiu suas palavras puxando seus cabelos para olhá-lo. "O que mais ele fez com você? Rispidamente ordenou a falar.

"Ele me levou para o banheiro e brincou com a minha bucetinha, ele a chupou, me fez gemer o nome dele, enterrou os dedos em mim enquanto me lambia, eu gozei tão gostoso na boca dele, amor." Confessou em um tom manhoso que fez o sangue de Styles ferver.

"Horan." Harry tirou-a de cima dele indo em direção ao outro homem. "Você gosta de quebrar regras não é? Dizer que a minha mulher é sua? Gosta de chupar a boceta da minha esposa sem minha permissão?" Harry fuzilou-o.

Niall já tinha certeza que apanharia naquele momento, se não fosse você segurando o peito de seu marido ficando entre os dois.

"Baby, eu quis, eu senti falta de seus dedos em mim, ele só me ajudou a aliviar um pouco a necessidade que sinto sem você."

"Tire seu vestido." Harry ordenou em um tom ríspido com às narinas dilatadas. "Agora."

Você obedeceu não podendo deixar de olhar fixamente o olhar furioso dele enquanto deslizava para baixo, a única coisa entre você e a nudez total.

"Sem nada por baixo do vestido Senhora Styles? Não me admira a vontade dele te foder, você é sempre tão provocadora." Ele agarrou sua garganta com força. "Tenho certeza que você o provocou até ele fazer o que você queria, não foi?" Os dedos ficaram um pouco mais forte em seu pescoço.

"Talvez." Diz quase sem força.

"Dê uma volta." Harry soltou você.

As mãos dele param em seus quadris, virando você para Niall, ele tirou o seu cabelo do pescoço, deixando rastros de beijos por sua pele sensível, enquanto ainda encarava o homem.

"Gosta do que vê Niall?" Ele sorriu presunçoso. "Claramente que sim, para ter se arriscado tanto." Harry a tira do caminho e vai em passos largos até seu amigo." Espero que o que fez não se repita." Com o dedo indicador ele ergue o queixo de Niall. "Você pode chupar e foder a buceta da minha mulher só quando eu estiver olhando." Sua língua passou lentamente nos lábios trêmulos de Horan. “Entendeu?" Ele segurou seu queixo e rosto só com uma a mão e deu um selinho demorado em seus lábios trêmulos. "Responda." Segurou mais forte às mãos em seu rosto.

"Sim."

"Minha linda esposa, sente-se! Eu quero ter certeza se ele é bom chupando sua bocetinha." Você deu um pequeno suspiro de nervosismo, sentando-se no sofá ainda um pouco tímida. "Abra suas pernas para Niall, meu amor."

Seus olhos ficaram mais arregalados quando você viu que seu marido abaixou às calças e puxou o pau para fora, acariciando-o preguiçosamente enquanto olhava para Niall rastejando de joelhos entre suas pernas.

"Seja uma boa esposa e me chupe." A ponta dele estava vermelha e inchada, uma gota de pré-semen escorrendo, como se doesse para ser tocada.

Você sorriu distribuindo beijinhos molhados por todo sua glande primeiro, envolvendo os lábios em torno dela, sugando levemente, voltando a repetir os movimentos com seus olhos inocentes a observar o rosto de prazer de Harry, antes de mergulhar sua boca aveludada em toda extensão de seu pênis, sentindo-o em sua garganta, tentando iniciar um ritmo. Seus quadris balançavam suavemente contra boca de Niall, afinal sua bocetinha sensível estava desejando alguma estimulação, você precisava dos dedos dele, sua língua sacudindo em seu clitóris sensível, mas ele estava so torturando, esfregando a nuca contra suas coxas macias, passando seus dedos levemente onde estava mais necessitada.

"Niall, por favor." Implorou manhosinha.

Isso acabou não só com o psicológico do homem entre suas pernas, mas também com seu marido, foi quase instantâneo a forma que ambos gemeram baixinho.

Atordoado por sua voz, Niall deu a você finalmente o que queria, era como se fosse a primeira vez de novo, cada vez que você empurrava seus quadris esfregando-se contra sua língua era o céu, ele era muito gentil, seus movimentos lentos e arrastados, apenas saboreando-a , suas mãos explorando suas coxas, tudo era tão escorregadio, ele não se importou com seu queixo pingando, na verdade, ele gostou bastante, estar todo melado com sua bocetinha gostosa era seu paraíso.

"Ela é um doce, não é Niall?" Harry piscou para o amigo.

"Oh! Sim." Niall respondeu em um gemido em sua intimidade sensível.

Com muito esforço você continuava o boquete em seu marido, você nunca conseguiu tomar todo o pênis dele, sempre usava sua mão livre para envolvê-lo, acariciá-lo juntamente com os movimentos de sua boca.

"Caralho amor." Harry grunhiu puxando seu cabelo. "Você é sempre tão boa com sua boquinha." Sorriu vendo-a engasgar.

Era quase pornográfico o jeito que você começou a gemer no pau de Harry depois que Niall se tornou mais ganancioso chupando seu clitóris inchadinho, se ele não podia tê-la para sempre, naquele momento ele a faria se esquecer de tudo, ele precisava ouvir mais, então levantou suas pernas envolvendo suas coxas pressionadas contra seus ombros, ele começou a lamber com mais intensidade, seus dedos longos encontraram aquele ponto dentro de você que a deixou maluca de tesão, causando-lhe choramingos que eram abafados pelo pênis de seu marido. Tudo àquilo rapidamente a levou ao limite mais uma vez naquela noite e você não conseguiu mais chupar o cacete gostoso do seu marido, jogando a cabeça para trás em êxtase.

"Oh! Porra! Niall." Choramingou sentindo sua boceta piscar.

Niall podia sentir todo seu gozo em sua boca, a sua boceta pulsando no ritmo de seu prazer, o sorriso de satisfação dele era notório, mas antes que você pudesse elogiar o quão bem ele se saiu, Harry o empurrou para fora, caindo de boca em você logo em seguida.

"Baby." Suas pernas tremeram sob os toques dele em sua intimidade pós fodida, dois de seus dedos entraran em sua entrada apertadinha sem aviso nenhum.

"Oh! Querida eu sei que você consegue me dar um." As covinhas sempre apareciam quando ele estava sendo presunçoso.

Tudo o que Harry queria agora era provar você, sentir seu gosto após ter gozado na boca de outro. Você posicionou suas pernas em cada lado da cabeça dele, o coração disparado em antecipação enquanto às mãos dele agarraram suas coxas macias, ele sorriu antes de passar a língua de sua entrada até o clitóris, ouvindo-a gemer empurrando os quadris para frente com a sensação. Harry sabia muito bem lhe dar prazer, como fazer deixar suas pernas tremendo, gemendo seu nome até que esteja implorando para que ele pare, era o que ele fazia de melhor.

"Essa buceta é boa pra caralho." Murmurou ele com um sorriso arrogante. "Olha como tá meladinha e vermelhinha, eu como essa bocetinha todo dia e ainda não estou satisfeito."

Niall estava observando atentamente com os olhos fixos em você, uma de suas mãos estava sobre a protuberância de sua ereção, claramente visível através de suas calças enquanto ele a esfregava e acariciava levemente só para ter um pouco de alívio.

"Isso é bom?" Niall perguntou sentando se ao seu lado.

"Muito." Você choramingou. "Mas vai ficar melhor quando me beijar! Me beije."

Ele não perdeu tempo em deslizar sua língua quente em sua boca e você praticamente passou a ser uma bagunça tremendo e gemendo obscenidades que nunca seriam esquecidas por nenhum dos homens.Harry estabeleceu um ritmo prazeroso batendo os dedos em você, alternando entre chupar seu clitóris ou dar pequenas lambidas, era torturante. Você estava tão perto da sensação novamente, sua boceta começando a pulsar ao redor dos dedos dele, aquela pressão na parte inferior de seu estômago se formando, seus gemidos se tornaram mais altos e beijar o Niall tornou-se impossível quando a força do seu orgasmo surpreendeu até você, explodindo na velocidade da luz enquanto esguichava no rosto de seu marido.

"Merda! Sinto muito, baby." Disse cobrindo o rosto.

"Oh, porra, não se desculpe, você realmente me ama, não é? Você esguichou tanto para mim, está em todo lugar... Deus, você é tão perfeita..." Harry limpava seu queixo pingando.

A excitação acumulou em sua boceta mais uma vez quando você observou seu marido se levantar inclinando-se em direção ao irlandês sentado ao seu lado, o espesso de seu gozo na língua de Harry atingiu os lábios de Niall, e porra aquilo foi quente e quase embaraçoso, vê-los se beijando novamente dava aquela sensação estranhamente excitante, eles pareciam estar se divertindo tanto que por um instante eles quase se esqueceram de você, até que Harry a puxou para perto, seus lábios encontrando novamente os seus.

"Vamos para o quarto." Ele ordenou.

Assim que estavam dentro Harry a colocou sentada na ponta da cama, ele começou a se despir completamente e Niall seguiu as ações do amigo, você os observava admirando, ter dois homens lindos nus na sua frente ainda fazia você se sentir nervosa. Eles se juntaram a você na cama, Niall deixava uma trilha de beijos por seu pescoço enquanto Harry beijava você com paixão e ternura, depois Niall virou-a para ele começando a beijá-la, sua mão instantaneamente foi para seu pênis, que deslizava facilmente em sua mão enquanto você continuava a beijá-lo apaixonadamente, você podia sentir o pau dele latejando enquanto ele empurrava com mais força na palma da sua mão, Harry acaricia suavemente suas coxas e bunda apertando-as levemente, deixando beijos por qualquer parte sua que ele conseguia alcançar.

"Eu quero você." O irlandês rosnou em seu ouvido. "Eu quero estar dentro de você, agora."

Um pouco desorientada, você virou olhando para seu marido, pedindo permissão com seus olhos.

"Dê a ele o que quer, amor." Harry aprovou.

No instante seguinte às mãos de Niall agarram sua cintura, puxando você ainda mais para perto, suas mãos voaram até o cabelo dele, puxando suavemente os fios por entre os dedos, ele a deitou primeiro antes de se deitar ao seu lado, voltando à beijar você, que começou a mover-se contra a protuberância dele gemendo levemente com a sensação gostosa que estava dando. A cama afundou atrás de você, Harry se aproximou de suas costas, ele passou a mão ao longo de sua coxa murmurando "Camisinha, baby." E entregou o pequeno pacote laminado a você. Você certamente nem percebeu em que momento seu marido saiu da cama para buscar, mas pegou o preservativo e ajudou Niall a colocar antes guiar seu pênis até o sua entrada. Ambas respirações ficaram presas em suas gargantas quando ele entrou, você estava escorregadia de excitação e ele deslizou facilmente para dentro, preenchendo-a em todos os lugares certos.

"Tinha esquecido de como você é grande!" Choramingou.

"Você pode repetir isso? Eu não ouvi." Niall perguntou só para ver o ciúme nos olhos do Harry.

"Você é tão grande!" Você estava vendo estrelas com aquele pau.

Seus gemidos enchiam o quarto enquanto Harry chupava a pele macia de seu pescoço.

"É bom, meu amor?" Ele perguntou a você.

"Sim."

"Ele está te fazendo faz sentir bem?"

"Sim." Você gaguejou.

E Niall aproveitou o momento para deslizar seu pau para fora apenas para colocá-lo de volta dentro de você mais profundamente e fazê-la jogar a cabeça para trás no ombro de Harry e gemer mais alto.

"Oh! Você está gostando mesmo disso, hein?" O tom voz de Harry havia um pouco de ciúmes.

"Mas eu gosto mais com você." Fez um lindo biquinho. "Eu quero você, agora."

"O quê? O pau do dele não é suficiente para você?" Sua voz saiu baixa e quase ameaçadora. " Você está com bastante fome esta noite, não é, querida? Você precisa de mim e Niall para te foder até perder os sentidos?" Você estremece com o tom de sua voz.

"Eu quero sentir vocês dois dentro de mim, eu preciso sentir isso."

"Coisinha gananciosa."

Harry levantou e voltou com um tubo de lubrificante derramando nas pontas dos dedos, empurrando um vagarosamente em sua bunda, você engasgou quando o sentiu, arqueando as costas com a sensação repentina de seu dedo entrando e saindo, no segundo você não conseguia parar de gemer, sua mente confusa, tentando processar, às sensações que harry e Niall estavam fazendo-a sentir.

"Você se sente bem?" Ele perguntou. Você apenas acenou com a cabeça. "Quer que eu pare?"

"Não." Diz em uma voz vacilante.

Ele observava suas pernas tremendo de necessidade, você perseguia seus dedos no momento em que ele os puxa para fora sentindo sua falta. Presunçoso ele se inclinou, o hálito quente fazendo cócegas na sua orelha.

"Já quer meu pau em sua bunda?"

As palavras deixaram sua pele em chamas.

"Sim por favor." Implorou, a bunda esfregando contra seu pau.

"Aí porra." Ele amaldiçou inclinando-se para trás, levando seu pau na mão para colocar a camisinha. "Eu vou arruinar você, baby."

Você ainda estava de frente para Niall deixando-o te fuder devagar com sua perna enganchada em cima da dele dando a Harry espaço suficiente para te foder por trás, ele lambuzou seu pau com lubrificante e gentilmente empurrou com cuidado para não machucá-la, Niall parou esperando você se acostumar com Harry e alguns segundos depois ambos lentamente se moveram para dentro, os paus se roçando trazendo um prazer diferentes para você e para eles. Você nunca se sentiu tão cheia antes, parecia que os dois estavam decididos a arruinar seu corpo, dividindo-a ao meio com seus pênis. Harry e Niall trocavam olhares e eles se revezaram para foder você. Os gemidos dos três ecoavam por todo o quarto enquanto os dois homens aceleravam gradualmente.

"Vê o que você faz com ele?" Harry cantarolou, olhando para Niall em puro êxtase. "Ele nunca mais será o mesmo querida, depois que ele teve você." Seu polegar subia sorrateiramente pelas bochechas de sua bunda, enquando ele ainda fodia seu cuzinho. "Mas você é só minha e ele nunca mais vai tocar em você depois desta noite." Ele riu. "Diga à ele o quão bom ele está te fazendo sentir amor."

"Tão bom, Niall, seu pau é incrível."

"E você é tão fodidamente apertada e quente, princesa." Niall diz e você podia sentir a respiração dele contra seu pescoço, seus dentes mordiscando a área logo abaixo de sua mandíbula.

Vendo isso Harry puxou sua cabeça para trás, ficando mais longe do charme arrogante de Niall.

"Eu sou aquele que fode melhor, certo? Eu sou aquele que você ama?" Harry diz observando seu amigo com se o desafiasse a falar qualquer coisa.

"Porra, sim, meu Harry..."

"Boa garota."

Uma das mãos do seu marido deslizou entre seus corpos, seus dedos encontrando o seu clitóris. Ele começou a girar seus dedos empenhado em satisfazer sua garota. Você soltou um gemido alto ao sentir Harry beliscando seu clitóris entre o indicador e o polegar, infligindo tanta felicidade em seu corpo fraco que sua cabeça estava começando a girar.

"Porra, estou perto." Niall tinha sua respiração saindo em intervalos enquanto gemia.

Então a ideia mais louca se passou por sua mente e você não hesitou nem um segundo antes de puxar o pau de Niall para fora, tirando o preservativo e colando de volta em sua bocetinha totalmente nu.

Niall e Harry instantaneamente olharam para você.

"Você quer que ele goze dentro de mim?" Você perguntou ao seu marido no começo era apenas uma pergunta inocente. "Acho que sabemos que você gostaria de ver." Sorriu para Niall.

Harry estava chegando perto de gozar e outro homem estava prestes a despejar todo seu esperma dentro da boceta desprotegida da esposa dele e ele estava muito exitado para impedi-la.

"Vá em frente." Ele diz.

Niall poderia engravidá-la e você estava implorando por isso.

"Goze dentro de mim, Niall." Choramingou, sentindo o aperto forte de Harry em sua bunda. "Eu me toquei só imaginando esse momento." Revelou sem nem pensar nas consequências.

Niall sorriu mentendo profundamente em sua bocetinha até que seu esperma estivesse saindo pela borda. Os desejos sexuais de Harry se misturam com sua raiva no instante em que ele ouviu que sua esposa havia se masturbando pensando em outro homem, mas você não deu muito tempo para que ele pudesse puni-la, porque começou a rebolar em seu pau o deixando louco de tesão.

Agora só faltava você e ele.

Niall tirou o pau de você, deixando escorrer seu esperma que ele prontamente desceu para deixar sua língua passar em sua boceta lambuzada e limpar sua própria bagunça. Os braços dele envolvem seus quadris para mantê-la firme, enquanto Harry começou a se mover novamente dentro de você, você não pode fazer nada além de balançar os quadris contra o pau enorme de seu marido. Niall gemia em você e sugava seu clitóris, certamente você não tinha ideia de quantos orgasmos já havia tido, mas queria só mais um, sua mente estava ficando nebulosa, aquele prazer familiar crescendo dentro de você, a atenção constante de Niall em seu clitóris estava a levando para seu orgasmo rápido do que pensava e você não conseguia mais controlar os sons que saiam de sua boca. Seu corpo estava em chamas assim que Harry começou a brincar com seu mamilos, apertando e massageando enquanto ainda fodia todo seu pau dentro da sua bunda, você se tornou uma pilha de tremores, incapaz de se mover, ficou difícil se concentrar em qualquer coisa além do prazer que você jamais pensou que poderia sentir.

"Você vai gozar, princesa?" Seu marido murmurou, ele a conhecia como ninguém. "Caralho amorzinho, eu sinto o quanto você está perto, você está tão apertada, seu cuzinho é o melhor e você vai me fazer gozar assim."

"Então goza, baby." Foi o que conseguiu sussurrar antes de se render.

Ambos orgasmos foram tão intensos, Harry gemia tão alto quando gozou que provavelmente os vizinhos escutariam, você esguichou pela segunda vez naquela noite, em todo rosto de Niall, seus corpos estremeciam com o prazer e mal tinham fôlego para respirar.

"Porra, ela acabou de esguichar de novo?" Niall ofegou. "Merda! Você é incrível." A baba escorria de seus lábios e sem dúvidas ele sabia que fez um bom trabalho.

Você estava arruinada.

Completamente arruinada.

Harry e Niall tinham a cansado e Harry sabia disto, afinal, você fez muito por ele esta noite, então, como um bom marido, ele cuidaria bem de você, você imediatamente se jogou em seus braços, ele segurou seu rosto e beijou suas bochechas e sua têmpora suavemente.

"Você está bem querida?"

"Um pouco dolorida."

"Eu sei, eu vou cuidar de você." Deixou um longo selinho em seus lábios.

"Eu estou com sede, pode pegar um pouco de água para mim?"

"Claro". Harry disse.

Mas imediatamente Niall, após ouvi-la, correu para lhe trazer um pouco de água.

"Muito obrigada, Niall." Sorriu carinhosamente. "Como está, muito para você tudo o que aconteceu?"

"Bem, por um segundo pensei que apanharia, mas é sempre bom uma pequena competição amigável entre amigos, não é, Harold?"

"Sim! Era só para deixar bem claro, que ela é minha."

"Como se já não tivesse claro, eu sou sua esposa, sempre vou ser." Todos riram.

"Que tal um banho agora?" Harry sugeriu.

"Seria ótimo, amaria ter os dois em um banho."

"Não, baby, eu sugeri só nós." Ele diz coçando a cabeça.

"Mas eu quero os dois." Fez um biquinho. "Você deixou claro que essa é a última vez, então me deixe aproveitar até o último minuto."

"Tudo bem, mas depois disso é só você e eu."

"Só eu e você."

Muito obrigada por ler até aqui, se gostou considere fav, reblogar e deixar uma ask. Um flashback é muito importante para mim.

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[dpimagines]

The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) – Part 4 of 5

Sorry this took so long. It's actually been done for months at this point, but I didn't think part 5 was gonna be the last part and wanted to have six at least started before I published another chapter.

Same trigger warnings as past chapters. Let me know if I need to add any.

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“Y/N, Y/N… Y/N, c’mon… Fuck, why d’ya gotta be so fucking cute when you’re asleep?” 

“You think I’m cute?” you sleepily mumble. Yesterday slowly seeps back into your memory. “Can- Can I please have-“

“Breakfast first,” he says. 

“That is breakfast,” you whine in protest.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Made a phone call. Cinnamon rolls with extra icing, right?”

“Phone call? To-“

“Xavier’s.”

You jolt, suddenly fully awake.

“They’re gonna be looking for me now.”

“They already were, at Wade’s request. They’ve stopped because they know you’re with your other soulmate.” 

“Can’t wait for that news to get back to him,” you scoff. 

“Eat,” he insists. “Quickly, we have a problem.”

He points to the TV. Wade and some kid you realize has to be Russell are going to…

“Oh, fuck!” you leap up from the bed, scarfing down a couple of the cinnamon rolls before heading to the bathroom. You frantically search for a spare toothbrush, giving up and settling for a few rounds of mouthwash. You steal some of his deodorant before heading back to the room and throwing on your bra and jeans from yesterday. “Sorry I slept in so late, I-“

“You really didn’t, it’s only ten,” he reassures you. “We’ve just got shit to do.” 

“Yeah, we gotta get them out, you should’ve gotten me up sooner!” 

“What?”

“What do you mean, what?” you ask. 

“My first priority is killing Edward Fredricksen.”

“That’s your soulmate, and that kid will just end up killing somebody else’s family if we don’t help him,” you argue. 

“Fuck, are you always this right all the time?” He sounds like he’s complaining, but you take it as a compliment. You put your boots back on.

“Let’s go,” you say. 

“I would’ve let you sleep longer if I knew you’d be ready this fast,” he mumbles, and you realize he’s still sorting through his weapons. He settles for one particularly large gun, as well as a couple of pistols he keeps holstered. 

“It’s an emergency, of course I didn’t dawdle,” you reply. “Better get something for Wade, too.”

“What would he like?”

“Probably what you’ve got strapped to your back… Would settle for anything, though. He’s resourceful.” 

“Got it,” he says, putting on a thigh holster and sliding an additional handgun in there. “Let’s go. Wait, you- Never mind…”

“What?”

“Was gonna ask if you needed a weapon. Dumb question.”

“You were smart enough to catch yourself,” you remind him, taking his hand and pulling him out of the motel room. He locks the door behind you both and you head out. 

The drive to the prison is strategy talk, mostly Nathan insisting you hang back while you insist you take the lead.

“I can handle it!” you shout at the same time, and despite your bickering, you both laugh. 

“I’m serious, anybody who gets in our way will be fucking confetti,” you promise. “And maybe a few more of those pigs while I’m at it!”

“Same here,” he argues. “I almost don’t even wanna bring you, it’s too dangerous.”

“I’ll just drink some of Wade’s blood if I get hurt,” you remind him. “I’ll be alright.”

“Just stay behind me until you see him, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re not budging.” 

“Me budging is you being here in the first place. If I had it my way, you’d still be asleep!”

“You’re sweet, Nathan, but… I’ve survived this long, give me some credit.”

He groans. 

“You shouldn’t have to… He-”

“Not his fault. My, uh… My father’s kinda the one who got me into this life. Powers manifested early, and even once Xavier’s found me… He would take me out for the weekend and… Well, the folks down at Sister Margaret’s, they didn’t take too kindly to some mutie stealing all the jobs. I explained the situation, though, and they-” You chuckle. “They were like fucking coyotes, man. Ripped him to pieces.”

“I was wondering why they seemed to be sorta… Different. That kinda place, don’t really expect them to take too kindly to women. Guess they have a bit of a soft spot for you, watching you grow up and all that.”

He sounds almost envious. You suppose if he was from this time, maybe he’d have been a regular there. Perhaps he wishes he was the one to save you, to dry your tears and keep you safe as you got older, not pushing you or grooming you but preparing you for the future. Holding you through the pain of what Wade was going through, maybe preventing him from going through it in the first place.

But that’s just not how things are. 

You arrive at the prison, and you’re already dropping the outer layer of guards. You watch their helmets pop off of their exploding heads like the lids of glass soda bottles. 

Pop, pop, pop…

“Don’t wear yourself out,” Nathan nervously chuckles.

“Just getting warmed up,” you chirp. 

“Damn, that is really…”

“Terrifying?”

“I was trying to find a classier way to say sexy,” he mumbles. 

“Aw, really? Thank you! Let’s head in.” You grab his hand, pulling him along eagerly. 

He uses explosives to create an… Alternative entrance. He scans the inside before running off. 

“Hey! Hey! Not all of us have a sixth sense!” you cry out, annoyed at being left behind. A guard rushes you both, and you put him down, opting for all the blood to leave his brain instead of the other way around. 

“Bionic eye,” Nathan corrects. You continue to take down the guards, working outwards from you both until there’s none left in sight. “So much for hanging back.”

“You’re too slow, old man,” you snark in return, but you take his hand. 

“Weren’t you the one struggling to keep up before?”

“That’s just ‘cause I was still getting warmed up. I told you.” 

“Y/N M/N!” Wade scolds, striding over with Russell in tow. 

“That’s pretty. M/N. That’s one of the names I had on the list for Hope. Aaliyah vetoed it, though,” Nathan mumbles to you, and you smile. 

“And who’s this?!”

“Who do you think?” you retort, and Wade shrinks a little, before putting on his mask. Not the literal one, but the cocky, humorous facade. 

“Hot damn,” Wade sighs. “That’s a lot of cream for your twinkie.” 

Nathan’s resting scowl intensifies as he glares at Wade.

“Wade Wilson, nice to meet you,” Wade snaps out of his fantasies to introduce himself, extending a hand. Nathan shakes it, still glaring.

“Nathan Summers.” 

“Y’know, I always thought I wasn’t the best fit for somebody with daddy issues. You make a lot of sense.”

“I could say the same thing,” you scoff, thinking of Wade’s own problems with his father. 

“I’d say you fit the role pretty well, too, seeing as you ran off when things got hard,” Nathan snarls. You let go of his hand, hurt. “Oh, no, doll, I didn’t mean you.” He reclaims your hand. 

“Doll?! What are you-“

“46,” Nathan stops him, but he can’t help but snicker. 

“Uh, guys? What exactly is going on here?” Russell asks. 

“I’m gonna kill your old headmaster and you’re gonna go to Xavier’s to enjoy the rest of your childhood,” you dryly inform him. 

“Oh… Okay.”

“Solid plan, except for the part where you kill somebody!” Wade squeals. 

“Are you kidding? I just killed countless people to get to you, and I already accepted the job from Weasel. That headmaster guy has a crazy high bounty on his head.”

“I don’t like it when you kill people,” Wade insists. 

“Then you’re a fuckin’ hypocrite!” Nathan argues. “She’s good at it, and it’s what she wants to do!” 

“It’s dangerous!” 

“She’s dangerous!” 

That shuts Wade up. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. Having seen you at your most vulnerable, he forgets what you’re capable of. It’s about time he had a reminder. 

“Let’s get outta here, guys,” you remind them, making your great escape. 

When you get back to the hotel room, you sit at a stool at the small counter near the kitchenette. Nathan plunks down beside you. 

“You know, what you did in there… I never doubted you, but damn. You’re one hell of a woman.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, after giggling at his compliment. 

You feel something hot bubble up in your stomach. Jealousy. You both turn to Wade. 

“I’m sorry, would you not feel a little jealous if some silver fox daddy just strolled in and started chatting me up?!”

“Uh, there’s a child present,” you remind him. 

“I don’t even know what half of that meant,” Russell mumbles, and you crack up a little.

“Good,” you say, stepping down from the stool and approaching him. You crouch down to meet his level; he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “What do you like to watch?”

“Watch?” 

“Y’know, on TV?” you clarify.

“They let us watch Disney movies, sometimes, if we’re good… But they usually end up turning those off before we’re even halfway through. They say they have bad themes about rebelling against authority.”

“Let’s see what’s on,” you chirp. “Or, uh, here…” You open up the Disney+ app on your phone. “Pick whatever you want off of here and just play it. All the Disney movies you could ever want are on there. If you get bored of that, let me know. I’ve got other apps with movies and stuff.”

“Really?” Russell has so much hope and fear in his eyes. You can’t wait to get him to Xavier’s.

“Really,” you confirm, and he grins. You squeeze his shoulder gently before turning back to your soulmates. “So, I guess our next step is to take him to Xavier’s. They should be able to pick him up from here. Is it okay if I give them our location, Nathan?”

He nods. 

“Cool, I’ll text Ellie,” you tell them both. “But, uh, I’m gonna let him finish at least one movie, first.”

“I’ll text her,” Wade offers. 

“Awesome,” you say. “Could you check the news while you’re at it? See if they got our faces or Nathan’s truck?”

“On it,” he replies. 

“What can I do?” Nathan asks. 

“Just keep standing there and looking handsome,” you flirt, and he gets a good chuckle out of that. You sit next to Russell. “Ooh, I love this movie. Here, let’s sit against the headboard, I’ll hold the phone.”

You pull out your Popsocket, and the boy’s eyes are the size of golfballs. He’d been carefully clutching each side of the device. 

You keep the phone perched between your fingers as Beauty and the Beast unfolds. A rollaway bed is rolled in, and you suppose a retrieval team from Xavier’s won’t be coming until morning. 

“The prince’s beast form was more handsome,” Russell complains. 

“I agree,” you reply. “Wanna watch another?”

He yawns. 

“Can I… Tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah,” you tell him. “Get some rest.”

Russell gets on the glorified cot, pulling the blankets on top of himself.

“Best we can do, kid. Sorry,” Nathan apologizes. 

“No, this is nice,” he insists. “At least it’s all mine, and-” Russell stops himself. “It’s good.”

Wade and Nathan look at the bed, you, and then each other. 

“If you two wanna quit your staring contest and get on the bed, that’d be nice. Just lay on either side of me if you two still hate each other, or whatever the fuck is going on.”

“I don’t hate him,” they say in unison, looking at each other with surprise. You scoff. They get into bed, and the three of you struggle with the twisted comforter until you’re all covered. 

You find yourself holding on to Wade’s arm, leg hitched up over his hip. Nathan spoons you, cheek pressed against your back. 

“Thanks for not, uh… Drinking any more of Francis’s blood today. I appreciate that,” he says softly. 

“I just got caught up in everything and forgot. I’m… I’m sorry for the stuff I said yesterday,” you reply at the same volume. 

“It wasn’t you. It was him.”

“Getting some of his traits doesn’t mean I’m not responsible. That’s like someone blaming alcohol for the shitty things they say and do while drunk,” you remind him. 

“It’s okay, honeybun. Do you need to hear me say I forgive you? Because I do, I did as it was happening. I love you,” he promises. 

“I love you, too, Wade.” You start to feel a little guilty about what happened with Francis. 

“Who’d you kill, baby?” he asks. “You didn’t think I didn’t know, did you? I know they deserved it. Whatever they said, or did, it… Hurt. A lot.” 

“It was Francis,” you admit, starting to tear up. 

“Oh, that’s it?”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’ve been telling you to let me get rid of him for ages. I would’ve preferred it be me to do it, but, hey. It’s okay. What did he say to you?” 

“He said… It’s not important now,” you say quietly.

His other hand reaches around, messing with your hair. 

“It bothered you, that makes it important.”

“He said a lot of shit. But, uh, what made me lose my temper…” You sigh. “He said you loved her more, and that that’s why I let her die.” 

Wade’s hand leaves you, curling into a fist. You feel his frustration course through you. Nathan holds you tighter. He drops his hand, letting it rest on his stomach. 

“That sick fuck. That’s not even remotely true, you know that, right?”

You nod, but survivor’s guilt still boils inside of you. 

“It’s not. That fucking asshole, I wish we could bring him back just to kill him again.” 

“You two. As much as I appreciate that you’re having this sorely needed heart-to-heart, we’ve got a big day tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep,” Nathan reminds you both. Just the word “sleep” makes your eyelids feel heavy. 

“Yeah,” Wade agrees. “It’s not true. It’s not true at all. None of it. Fucking piece of fucking-” Wade sighs. “I’m so glad you’re alright. Physically, I mean.” 

You yawn, afterwards nuzzling your way into a cozy spot against Wade’s shoulder. 

“It can only get better from here,” you mumble. 

#nathan summers x reader #wade wilson x reader #polyamorous imagine #deadpool x reader #cable x reader #multiple trigger warnings apply #mmf imagine #m/m/f imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #x men fanfiction #x men imagine #multichapter

[getinthehandbasket]

My dearest porn writers,

I'm going to give you some advice. If you already follow it, great! If not, please consider taking my advice.

Watch more porn. Seriously. You wouldn't look askance at someone who has reference pictures or videos of characters, locations, objects, etc. - so please do the same thing with porn!

I cannot tell you how many times I have been reading porn and gotten very confused with limbs going places and bending in ways I'm not sure is humanly possible.

You watch porn, maybe take some screenshots, and describe what you see. Your porn will make more sense and probably be hotter. I promise.

#Currently going through the bisexual mmf category on pornhub #it's totally research for my fic #yep #juuuuust research #and some fun too #fanfiction #authors #fanfic authors #fanfic writing

[bts-hyperfixation]

Long Day

A Namjoon/F!reader/Hoseok fanfiction

Summer Madness 2/33 After a long day at work, Hoseok isn't really up for the anniversary plans they had made, so they make a few adjustments 3some MMF, Anal, Overstimulation,Lazy sex

"Darling, can you come and give me a hand please?" You call from the bedroom.

You twist and turn in the mirror, trying in vain to tighten the straps of your bra without help. The flimsy fabric keeps slipping from your shoulders providing very little support. The lingerie is a far cry from the normal t-shirt bras you usually favour.

You give up as Namjoon saunters into the room. You watch him in the mirror as he freezes to appreciate your figure.

"I thought we were going out for dinner before I'd get to dessert angel." He comments. 

"Oh? This? This isn't for you, it's for Hoba." You tease.

Namjoon fakes a crying face as he moves across the room towards you. His arms wrap around your waist as his face nuzzles into your neck, the lace strap once again falling down your arm. 

His fingers trace patterns into your bare stomach as his eyes peek up to admire you. 

"Did you call me in here just to torture me then my love? What a terrible third-anniversary present." He complains. 

You twist in his arms to face him properly, pressing your hands against his chest, unable to resist squeezing his pecks just a little. 

"I called you in here to tighten the straps for me, I think the little metal bit is stuck." You pout. 

He nods and reaches up to mess with the straps looking over your shoulder to get a better look. He wriggles the piece easily into place and slides his fingers under the fabric with practised ease. 

"Better?" He asks.

"Much." You agree

"Does that mean I've earned a kiss?" He says lowering his face to yours.

You lean in to kiss him, but just as his lips move to meet you halfway you turn and he gets your cheek.

"That's it!" He exclaims.

His arms secure fully around your waist and he picks you up. You fail to wriggle free as he half carries/half drags you over to the bed throwing you onto the covers. 

You can't stop giggling as he presses kisses all over your face. He pins you down ensuring you have no escape as he assaults your face and neck with little bites. You manage to wrestle an arm free and gently swat him away until he rolls over onto the bed next to you laughing heartily. 

"You messed up my hair." You pout sitting upright. 

You glance back at the mirror and try to smooth down all of the pieces he had put out of place but he isn't quite finished with you yet. 

He moves behind you in a straddle and kisses all along your shoulders. You lean your head back against him and give in to the feeling of his lips on your skin.

"Joonie." You warn, but it comes out as more of a moan.

"Come on Y/N just a quickie, Hobi isn't even home yet." He sounds very persuasive.

As soon as Hobi comes home from work you are supposed to be going out together for your third anniversary, but today was a late day. It was already heading on for 8 pm, he should be home any moment, and you had planned to be dressed and ready to leave before he arrived. Namjoon definitely had other plans.

"A very very quick quickie." You relent.

Immediately one of his hands is sneaking between your legs as his mouth continues its onslaught along your neck.

He runs a finger along the middle of your panties, rubbing gently and making small circles as he reaches the top.

"Teasing me doesn't equate to a quickie Joonie." You remind him.

"Well, maybe I just want to get you all wound up. So horny your brain can't focus on anything else... just for us to not get a chance to finish so you have to spend the entirety of dinner thinking about all the ways Hobi or I could be touching you if only we were alone..."

You reach your hand around and thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. You direct him harshly so his lips are within reach and kiss him firmly. Hi fingers finally sink under the lace, moments away from giving you what you want

"I can't believe you started without me." A very tired-looking Hoseok whinges from the doorway.

Immediately Namjoon's hands retract from your skin as he holds them out for Hoseok instead. Hobi shuffles across the floor and takes hold of Namjoon. He leans down to kiss you both chastely.

"So... Where are your clothes?" He asks, looking you up and down and then glancing at the still fully-dressed Namjoon behind you. 

"Namjoon was being naughty, distracting me." You claim.

Namjoon makes a noise of indignation suggesting he might think he isn't the one at fault. Hoseok just shakes his head and flops down on the bed next to the two of you.

"It's probably for the best, I don't think I have the energy to go out tonight." He huffs like even speaking requires too much thought. 

"Aw baby, that's okay." You flip out of Namjoon's arms and crawl on top of Hoseok instead, "Maybe we can do something else to celebrate instead." 

You kiss him gently as your hands reach for the buttons on his shirt. His hand reaches up to stop you from getting passed his navel.

"On one hand, sex sounds fantastic, on the other, I'm exhausted, so you will be doing all the work." He points out looking from you to Namjoon. 

"I think that can be arranged," Namjoon states reaching out to smooth down his boyfriend's hair. 

You continue to undo the buttons on his shirt, moving to his fly as you reached it. Namjoon works on removing his own clothes in the meantime. You take pleasure in dragging your nails across his chest, watching his face scrunch as you circle his nipples.  

Namjoon slips off the bed as you focus on Hoseok's nipple, licking and sucking on them until they are stiff peaks. The taller man removes Hobi's pants all the way off before kneeling on the floor. 

He grabs a bottle of lube from under the bed and pours a generous amount on his fingers. You can feel the way Hobi's stomach tenses in anticipation underneath you. 

Namjoon starts with just the tip of his finger pressing into Hobi, wiggling it a little to give him a taste of what's to come. Hoseok whimpers as the finger inside him glides in agonisingly slowly. You grind backwards making contact with his hardening group just as Namjoon's finger makes contact with his prostate. 

"Does that feel good baby?" You ask whispering in his ear, "Do you want Namjoonie to go deeper? Do you want me to grind harder? Tell me what you want Hoba."

"I want... I want..." Each time he nearly gets the words out Namjoon cuts him off.

Namjoon chuckles to himself as he flexes his finger making Hoseok unable to answer you. You lean back just enough to swat at the man before asking Hobi what he wants one more time. 

"I want you to ride me, Ride me while he fucks me." He says finally.

"Oh, I think we can certainly accommodate that." 

You slide off of his lap so you can remove your underwear. He reaches for you again but is distracted as Namjoon pushes another finger inside. 

You glance towards Namjoon just in time to see him scissor his fingers and hear Hobi cry out. The younger man shoots you a wolfish grin, winking as he plays with your other boyfriend. You could watch them play for hours if they'd let you but Hoseok has finally adjusted to Namjoon's fingers and is reaching out for you to come back to him.

You oblige and straddle him once more. 

"Do you want to warm me up? Or do you want me to do it myself?"

His hands trail along your thighs as he thinks for a moment. 

"Let me watch you touch yourself for me." He says, hands planted firmly on your knees to make sure your legs stay apart for him to get the best view. 

You make a point of dragging your hands over every inch of your skin before you ghost your finger's across your heat. You then take your time slowly circling your clit to get yourself ready. You can feel his nails against your skin as his grip tightens, his eyes burning into you as he watches your every move. 

Your fingers dip lower, playing with your pussy, dipping in and out carefully. 

"I think you're ready for me," Namjoon says.

The taller man stands up and leans over your shoulder to look down at Hoseok, his fingers doing one last scissor inside of Hobi. 

"I don't think he will last long after I start my love," Namjoon directs towards you. "Are you ready?"

"I am." You nod.

You slide backwards and line yourself up onto Hobi's cock properly.

You rub against him, covering his cock to make the slide in easier. Namjoon wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady as you lower yourself down inch by inch. Hoseok sucks in air sharply through his teeth as you tease him. You're still a little too tight, not quite as prepared as you might be if one of them had prepared you. 

Namjoon releases you and you fall forward, steadying yourself with your hands on Hoeok's chest. 

With you in place, Namjoon makes his move, pushing Hoseok's legs as far apart as he can so he can fit snuggly in between. He groans as he sinks into Hoseok, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder. 

"You feel so good Hoba." He groans, the vibrations of his deep voice making you shiver. 

You start to bounce as Namjoon thrusts, keeping opposite timing. Hobi's toes curl as you each push his pleasure. You can't help but moan as you use him to make you feel good. 

His pecs tense under your hands and his brow furrows. It won't be long until he cums and you know exactly how to push him over his edge.

You lean in as close as you can making sure only he can hear you. You bite at his earlobe and whisper his favourite words.

"Hoba... I want you to breed me, I want you to bury yourself so deep inside of me that there is no way your cum doesn't get stuck. Make me so pregnant with your baby." 

Hoseok cries out at your words. His hands come up to your hips to hold you in place as far down on his cock as he can physically get you. 

He groans as he becomes more and more sensitive, but you and Namjoon haven't had your chance to cum yet. 

Neither of you let up, you begin swivelling your hips so that his softening cock will reach all of the best places. Namjoon drives harder, you can feel his motions bouncing you along. 

It doesn't take long before you can feel Hobi's cock waking back up inside of you, only spurring you on to ride him harder. 

You can hear Namjoon grunting behind you as his movements become slower, less precise.

He buries himself deep inside Hobi as he cums. The moment his orgasm finishes, his arm snakes around you and his fingers reach for your clit. He sloppily draws patterns against your skin as you finally push yourself over the edge. 

Hoseok cries out just as you clench around him for your own orgasm. His second orgasm hit almost as hard as the first.  

You crumple onto his stomach and Namjoon pulls away. You allow Namjoon to fetch some wipes to clean up the mess as you cuddle into a very sleepy Hobi.

"Is there anything else you want to do for our anniversary babe?" You ask playing with his hair.

Namjoon returns and starts to clean the two of you up. 

"Yeah, anything at all love?" He asks as he works a wipe around Hoseok's cock.

The older man lets out a high-pitched whine as Namjoon runs a wet wipe across his slit. He twists to get away, to sensitive to deal with being touched so soon after sex.

"I'd really like for you to bring me snacks and tell me you love me..."

"Easy, I love you Hoba." You kiss his cheek and remove yourself from the bed to head to the kitchen.

Ask Box - Please send me thirsty/funny/angsty bts thoughts

Masterlist

Summer Madness Masterlist

@aretha170- I think you might've requested this fic because it's the closest to the username attached? Sorry if it wasn't you

#bts fic #bts smut #kpop smut #kpop fic #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #namjoon x hoseok #rm smut #hobi smut #jhope smut

[destiny-in-the-universe]

A/N: Before I write up my prompt, I just want to say things have been so hectic and wild lately, and I’ve not been posting as often to this account! I’m always on my Ao3 for anyone who wants to be up to date with my fanfiction, so feel free to give me a follow!

This is currently the first prompt I’ve successfully completed since receiving my Bad Things Happen Bingo card, and I plan to write more, of course! (And if I happen to already apply for a second card, no I didn’t- /lh). The prompt is a little short this time around, BUT I do plan on writing longer as I release more completed ideas~

What the hell happened?

He could faintly remember having to deal with another ghost wreaking havoc on Amity Park. Though, there was a gap in his memories - something he was missing, but he couldn’t figure out what. A stifled groan left him, slowly becoming more aware of his own surroundings; heart beating frantically in his own chest.

Where was he?

He tried to lift his hands, in an attempt to create an ectoplasmic torch, only to find that he couldn’t move them.

Danny grunted, realizing with apparent displeasure they were bound behind his back - secured tightly against a pipe and no matter how hard he tried turning into Phantom, it wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t even phase through it, for Ancients’ sake!

Leaning his head back with a groan, he realized he wouldn’t be able to get out of this - not in the way he would’ve liked.

He also came to realize there was a cloth tied around his mouth, sparking his irritation even more than it already was. Teeth grit, Danny let out a muffled shout of alarm - straining his ears in the off chance someone would hear him, that against all odds he could get out unscathed. Time seemed to tick even slower than usual, and he scowled while trying to figure who was killing to kidnap him like this.

His first instinct went to Vlad before realizing even the billionaire had his limits.

Could it be one of the ghosts?

It ruled out ghosts like Johnny or Ember, as they hardly stooped to such levels but right as he attempted to assess the rest of the situation - he heard a faint, almost amused chuckle.

His ears strained at the noise and Danny tensed, the teenager - now sixteen - pulling against the ropes, but as usual, they refused to budge.

“It’s useless to struggle,” a voice he faintly recognized called out.

“Mnn,” Fenton groaned, attempting to speak. He sighed in frustration - wrists pulled tight together and feeling something almost… sticky coating the rope he was bound with. “Lm’go.”

“You wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”

Us? Who exactly was us?

Glaring at his apparent captor, he instinctively drew back but his movements were pretty limited. He couldn’t even fight back. It was embarrassing honestly, and the most he could do was a light show with his eyes - briefly flickering a bright green before trying to gauge who had managed to snatch him off the streets like this.

“Mmf,” he grumbled, eyes widening as the room was suddenly far more visible - caused by a dimly-lit ceiling light and catching glimpse of his kidnapper.

Wait- what.

Panic seized him like a vice as he recognized the owner, trying to make sense of what was happening. He hoped it would’ve been Skulker, or hell, even the Red Huntress but no, this was so, so much worse.

This was the mother-hecking Guys in White, oh he was so screwed!

What were they going to do to him?

How could this have happened? He had to get away, he needed to- his breathing picked up, eyes screwed shut in his own desperate attempt to not be seen as a threat.

“You’re going to answer our questions, boy,” the agent spoke, taking a step closer toward the tied-up ghost hero, “or we’ll find other ways of making you talk.”

Shit, he was so screwed.

How in the world was he meant to get out of this one?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #bad things happen bingo #prompt: bound and gagged #fandom: danny phantom #kidnapping whump #not phantom planet compliant #ambiguous ending #open ending #mild angst #not canon compliant

[readychilledwine]

💜 Get to know me 💜

I figured this is a little overdue. I just wanted to introduce myself a little:

The personal real life things:

My name is Elizabeth, and I'm 27. (Old for the fanfiction writing world to some, the perfect age to others.) My friends call me Liz. I've been reading fanfiction since the dark day of Quizilla, and I've been writing it since high school, so over 10 years.

It started with me writing it for my friends and adding them into stories to allow them to live out their fantasies with characters they loved and adored. After a pretty serious car accident that left me bedridden for over a month last year, I started writing it for me for escapism. The number of stories hidden in my Google Drive is insane, lovelies.

I recently started posting due to my pregnancy, which, according to my partner, only happened because I wouldn't stop reading fairyporn, on here and in books. Fairyporn he now also reads (blows on nails before cleaning them on my shirt.) Due to pregnancy, I've been home more after making the choice to switch my hours at work to allow us to adapt and prep for the arrival of our little.

The stories and writing

I consider myself part of several Fandoms and would take requests for any of the following:

✨️ Lord of the Rings / The Tolkien Universe

✨️ACOTAR and the SJM Universe

✨️Harry Potter

✨️The Bargainer Series

✨️Game of Thrones / House of Dragons

✨️ The Witcher Series

✨️ Percy Jackson

✨️ The MCU

Please just keep in mind, we may not like the same characters, so I cannot promise a mind blowing adventure for every sutuation. I will post a characters I love writing for breakdown in each Fandom if asked for enough.

I will write the following

🥵 smut (please see rules)

❤️ Fluff

🥺 Angst

🥰 platonic relationships

Tropes I ADORE

🥰 Fated Mates

🥰 Grumpy Sunshine

🥰 Mutual Pinning

🥰 Enemies to Lovers

🥰 Friends to Lovers

🥰 Slow. Mother fing. Burn

🥰 Second Chance Romance

🥰 Revenge F

Tropes I dislike (but am open to writing)

😑 forced proximity or marriage

😑 one bed (seriously. Imagine. You've been traveling for hours. No food. No rest. No shower. You're fucking exhausted. You aren't banging the person laying with you. I'm sorry but you're not.)

😑 damsel/daddy in distress

😑 pregnancy

Tropes I absolutely will NOT write:

😞 bully turned lover

😞 step siblings/parent trope

😞 minors in grooming situations

😞 changing sexual preferences due to a bad experience

😞 Tropes relating to me making a known character cheat with my OC/Reader characters - I will write my fake character being cheated on, though

😞 Too dumb to live (I do not like using females as plot points for male characters)

Rules regarding smut

✔️ I will not write smut for characters who are underage in the universe they reside in. Meaning, I won't be feeding the Percy Jackson lovers, Harry Potter Lovers, or some cannon GOT/HOTD lovers smut. I am personally uncomfortable aging up characters for the sole purpose of making a smut scene for them. I do not care if the actor playing them was 18+. Daniel Radcliffe may have been 22 in the last Harry Potter film, but Harry was 17 at the beginning. I am more than happy to do romance with underage characters, though.

✔️ I do not have many kinks I consider hard boundaries, but I will not write water sports, scat play, or anything of that nature. Most other things are fair game. I am active in the kink scene, lovelies. If I haven't played with a kink you'd like written, I have a friend who probably has and will help me. Send me those anonymous messages, and let's bring your fantasy to writing.

✔️ I will write monster fics

✔️ I will write orgies, 3somes, 4somes, all the somes, swapsomes

✔️ I will write ff/mf/ffm/mmf, I will not write mm, simply because I am a female and have not watched two males doing the deed just the two of them. I'd want to do the piece justice and I have no rights to write an emotion/feeling/stimulation I wouldn't understand or have experience with

✔️ I will write dub/con and dark sexual fantasy

Am I open to taking requests?

Do you have a specific question?

Ask me 💜

#aboutme #readychilledwines introduction #rules

[pacific-rimbaud]

Love and Other Historical Accidents is one of the most romantic things I've ever read and I can bring myself to tears just thinking about it honestly. The last chapter confession from both Draco and Hermione just kills me. Thank you so much for sharing it with us ❤️ What are your inspirations for romance writing?

Honestly Jane Austen. I vividly remember watching Sense and Sensibility as a young teenager and wanting that feeling again and again. She's one of the greatest character writers in English, and she communicates something timeless about love and partnership. Who deserves our time? What does it look like to be seen? Cherished? There's a reason she's passionately read 200 years later. E.M. Forster, Edith Wharton, Elizabeth Gaskell, Thomas Hardy, and Tolstoy are also frequent rereads for me.

I don't really read within the romance genre outside of fanfiction. I love reading my friends' novels, and have liked a couple of contemporary and historical romances over the years, but broadly speaking, straight-up romance has never been my deal. I constantly lose my heart to fictional men and the women who love them, though: Howl and Sophie, Jack and Phryne, Kaz and Inej, Lockwood and Lucy, Palamedes and Camilla (brb sobbing into my cappuccino), Westley and Buttercup in both film and novel (though let's be honest, Westley and Inigo...mmf poly triad, maybe?)

I did a lot of imaginative play with Barbies as a kid, and for me, fanfiction feels like lying on the summer lawn of my imagination getting my blorbos and meow meows into Situations and making them kiss. Bonus serotonin for me if there's a tinge of Gabriel Oak or Captain Wentworth or Mr. Knightley. At its best it's shamelessly self-serving and private and absorbing, and it's always kind of wondrous when other people enjoy it.

Thank you for the ask!

#you asked I answered #love and other historical accidents #laoha #l&oha #writing #writblr

[toxicanonymity]

What ever happened to The Silk Robe Halloween story? 👀

First, thank you so much for asking!!! I'm gonna take this question literally even if it's a nudge lol. I'll be honest, the reader became too emotionally complex 😭 even though I really like her.

After getting stuck, I started Rock Bottom and got better momentum on that for some reason. At one point, I had the wild idea to converge them and write the Silk Robe reader into Rock Bottom as a nondescript nurse OFC in teal scrubs, so there would be four of them (including two of you 😭) at that crime scene finale in Rock Bottom. I think what I ended up with in RB ch 6 was enough - Still my most unhinged warning, I think:

CW: extreme MMF threesome at crime scene with a body still canonically hanging on the wall

That robe in Halloween Ends was part of what brought me to fanfiction in general, so it does have a special place in my WIP graveyard. Who knows, maybe i'll go back to it in the fall since I have so much more practice now. That and ben's hardware were my very first attempts at writing.

This will be my first fall in the the fandom -- or any fandom, but the seasonality is most pertinent to Halloween.

The Silk Robe (only on ao3)

#ask #halloween!ask #toxicanonymity writer's room #halloween ends

[brattyprettysub2]

Something I really appreciate about your writing is that you do age play stories that includes mmf stuff with the guys being bi, both where they are both doms or where one is dominant and the other is the little. It seems to be really uncommon compared to bi girl stuff, so it's been nice to see! Do you know of anyone else who does that?

What a lovely message! Thank you!

I don't honestly have much time for the mfm kinds of threesomes where the Dicks Can Never Touch. Everyone has their own taste, their own kinks, their own sexualities and ways of engaging with it, but that is just not for me. If I'm having sex with two boys, I want to see them make out, damn it. And that carries over into my writing.

I mean, honestly, all of my characters are some flavour of queer. I'm a slutty little bisexual who's attracted to so many people across genders, and I like incorporating that into my writing. And that comes out in the fact that yes, some men are tops, some are bottoms! Some are switches! Some people aren't men or women! Some people move between genders on a daily basis! I haven't played with gender fuckery as much as I'd like to, and I haven't written as many non-binary or trans characters as I'd have liked to, but all those different ways of engaging with gender and sex and kink and power are all swimming around in my brain.

(I'm currently plotting a book that feels like it will be M/m and part of me is nervous because I don't know if it will sell as well as my M/f stuff, but it feels like the story I want to write, and this ask gave me some courage to go with it, so thank you so much for that)

I can't think of any authors off the top of my head who do the same thing. My background in smut writing is from fanfiction. That's where I first started reading smut, it's where I first started writing smut, and it's such a queer space. I use Archive Of Our Own for a lot of my smutty needs, so that's my first suggestion for spaces to look! It also has the best tagging/sorting system I've ever seen on an internet archive.

Thank you so much for the lovely message <3

#ama

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Iced Caramel Latte with Sweet Cream

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KDXqjbt

by Anonymous

How is it possible for two people in a coffee shop to order the same drink? What happens when Astoria and Darcy realize that they ordered the same drink?

Words: 1534, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Astoria Greengrass, Darcy Lewis, Harry Potter, mentioned characters - Character, Jane Foster, Kinglsey Shacklebolt

Relationships: Astoria Greengrass & Darcy Lewis, mentioned, Harry Potter & Astoria Greengrass, Darcy Lewis & Jane Foster

Additional Tags: meet cute, Strangers to Friends, Pre Thor: The Dark World, Auror Astoria Greengrass, Marvelously Magical Fanfiction, MMF Roll-a-Prompt

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KDXqjbt

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

[ao3feed-thor]

Iced Caramel Latte with Sweet Cream

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gxjQS6h

by Anonymous

How is it possible for two people in a coffee shop to order the same drink? What happens when Astoria and Darcy realize that they ordered the same drink?

Words: 1534, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Astoria Greengrass, Darcy Lewis, Harry Potter, mentioned characters - Character, Jane Foster, Kinglsey Shacklebolt

Relationships: Astoria Greengrass & Darcy Lewis, mentioned, Harry Potter & Astoria Greengrass, Darcy Lewis & Jane Foster

Additional Tags: meet cute, Strangers to Friends, Pre Thor: The Dark World, Auror Astoria Greengrass, Marvelously Magical Fanfiction, MMF Roll-a-Prompt

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gxjQS6h

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor