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Stay ‘Till Sunrise | HJS + KMG (M)

☀ Summary: After years of pining and lusting over your best friends, your desperation finally gets the better of you and you decide enough is enough. Tonight is the night you’ll risk ruining the friendship to be with them in every way you can.

☀ Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader x Kim Mingyu

☀ Genres & AUs: Smut, fluff, friends to lovers au, non!idol au, polyam au, porn with the barest of plots

☀ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☀ Warnings: Profanity (especially the f bomb), alcohol, oral (f. receiving), creampie, pussy slapping (like 3 times?), squirting, spanking, hair pulling, choking, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, kinda dom!shua, switch!gyu, subby!reader, praise and pet names (babygirl, pretty girl, darling)

☀ Words: 9.1k

☀ Note: This was a dream I had that I needed to put together in fic form and write so it will leave my head!! It’s also inspired by Ruin The Friendship by Demi Lovato! Big thank you to @sun-kore for being my amazing, wonderful beta! ❤️ And thank you sosososo much @playmetheclassics \ @classicscreations for this beautiful banner that I’m still obsessed with!! 😍

Tagging the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil because she asked 💛

Okay, you can finally admit it: you want to fuck your best friends.

Well, you want to do more than that. You want Joshua and Mingyu to take you out on dates and call you pet names no matter how corny and old-school they are. You want Mingyu to make you romantic dinners to celebrate milestones together and you want Joshua to make you a beaded bracelet every birthday filled with heart shapes and pastel colors.

You want the three of you to spend lazy mornings laying in bed, sharing body warmth and cuddling until you get hungry or someone has to pee. You want to spend holidays and anniversaries with them. You want to hold Joshua’s perfect hands and place kisses on Mingyu's perfect nose and be the most sickeningly cute, perfect polycule with them.

Every time you see a couple doing cutesy, cheesy couple things your mind always wanders to Joshua and Mingyu, imagining the three of you doing it too and your heart feels so warm at the thought.

Of course, when all of your soft thoughts of light kisses and hand-holding drift away they’re replaced with some not-so-soft thoughts.

Thoughts of Joshua using his big hands to choke you while he fucks you into your mattress and images of Mingyu’s strong arms gripping your legs hard as he makes you cum on his face over and over again. Your laundry list of dirty things you want to do with the two of them is long and extensive but then again how could it not be when they look the way they do?

You’ve known them for five years thanks to your roommate Seungcheol who’s known them for longer. Somewhere after the year three mark of knowing them, feelings for the two men morphed from friendly love for your sweet friends who do nice things for you all of the time to the realization that all of these sweet things have stacked up in your heart to accumulate to the massive, embarrassing, crush you have on them now.

You love your whole group of friends of course, but they’ve always been the sweetest and easiest to get along with. You can always laugh at the same things as them, eat the same foods, and open up to them more than any of your other friends. Joshua and Mingyu make you feel safe and loved and cared for so of course your heart was bound to belong to them both.

They also happen to be some of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life.

Your eyes wander to Mingyu at this thought at his spot in the kitchen. He’s leaning back against the counter as he waits for the popcorn in the microwave. His arms are crossed as he scrolls on his phone and his long, dark hair hangs in his face. The slightly curly locks look soft and you know they are, seeing as you use every opportunity to playfully run your fingers through them.

He reaches up then, carding his fingers through the strands and you eye the wonderful way his biceps flex when he does, the sleeves of his t-shirt very noticeably hugging his arm. The arms that are so deliciously toned and hard that let you know just how strong Mingyu is and how easily he could probably toss you around and -

The ding of the microwave jolts you out of your long-running thirst thoughts about your friend. Joshua laughs from next to you, playfully poking your side.

“Did the microwave scare you?”

“I was zoning out!”

“Clearly. What were you even thinking about that hard?”

About one of my best friends absolutely wrecking my body in the most sinful of ways.

“Uh, my uh glass is empty. I was contemplating getting up for another drink.” You nod towards your empty glass on the coffee table, your skin burning up at getting caught fantasizing. It’s not a complete lie - before you were consumed with your constant Minshua fantasies, you had in fact been thinking about getting up for another drink.

But then Mingyu got up to make popcorn and you watched him walk away in his gray sweatpants at the same time that Joshua shifted on the couch and his thigh grazed yours and yeah. That’s how you ended up in such a daze.

“Oh, I’ll make you another.”

“No! You don’t have to!” You reach out to grab the glass before he can take it, but he simply bats your hand away and snatches it at the same time he gets up from the couch.

“Nope, I’m doing it.” He sends you a smile that has your heart doing cartwheels.

God, he’s so fucking sweet. You want to suck him off so badly.

“Me too?!” Mingyu points to his half-empty cup on the coffee table. He’s returned to his spot on the couch next to you, the bowl of popcorn balancing in one hand.

“What, are your legs broken? Guess you should’ve made it when you were up.”

“You’re mean!” Mingyu accuses, a pout forming on his face.

Joshua just chuckles at him, blowing him a kiss in response as he reaches the kitchen.

You’re so in love with them it’s disgusting.

He keeps a playful smile on his face as he makes your drink and it quickly morphs into determination as he eyes the different alcohols. You haven’t looked at him straight on since he and Mingyu arrived earlier in the evening for your bi-weekly movie night. You’re still both thanking and cursing the rest of your friend group for having plans and leaving you with your two biggest weaknesses tonight.

Joshua leans over the sink to rinse out your glass and the button-down he’s wearing - that’s already undone way too far in your opinion - exposes more of his smooth chest and it takes everything in you not to gape so openly. He’s nowhere as big as Mingyu, but you know for certain they’ve gone to the gym many times together and you know Joshua’s also built in a way that has you blushing and kicking your feet like a mad woman. He’s constantly wearing shirts that show off all of the honeyed skin of his neck, just begging to be covered in marks. And oh how badly do you want those marks to come from your lips and teeth.

“Can I put something else on?” Mingyu directs the question at both of you but is reaching over you already to grab the remote.

His body is so warm and he smells so good and you’re back to focusing on him again. The urge to reach out and cup his face just to gaze at him up close is strong, but you keep yourself composed.

“If you put on Spiderman one more time, I’m going to bite you,” you warn him, watching him open the search bar on the streaming menu.

“Come on! Every time we have movie night you and Shua try to put on too many scary movies!”

“The last one wasn’t even scary, it was just a thriller.” You roll your eyes at the man. “Don’t be a baby.” Your friends, especially you and Joshua, always tease the younger man about how whiny he gets when anyone puts anything remotely scary around him. Unfortunately for him, both you and Joshua love them and it’s two versus one tonight.

“It was a horror thriller! I saw the categories when it was over!” Mingyu continues leaning over you even after the remote is in his hand, so when he tilts his head back to look at you upside down, he’s so incredibly close enough to see every detail on his perfect face.

You’re the target of his pout this time, his plush lips looking oh-so inviting. Delusion kicks in at that moment and you swear you see Mingyu’s eye drift to your mouth too, neither of you moving away from one other.

Is he moving towards you right now? Kissing upside down seems hard and logistically, not that simple, but you’d never dream of rejecting Mingyu in this universe or any other.

“Move your big head!” Joshua interrupts whatever this was when he returns, waving your drink in front of your face. “Alright Y/n, I demand that you give me feedback on my bartending skills immediately.”

Mingyu jolts up, reaching quickly for a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. He gives Joshua a look that you can’t decipher. It’s quick and you nearly miss it, but it definitely looks like something. Ignoring it, you take your glass from Joshua, and he watches as you sip your drink, waiting for your verdict.

“It’s perfect,” you finally say and he breaks into a brilliant smile.

“I know.” He says rather smugly. “I always know what you like.” Joshua sends you a wink and you guess it’s that coupled with his words that conjure up a version of Joshua whispering that into your ear as he fucks you hard, knowing exactly how you like it and how to touch you.

To drown out the thirst and desperation in your head you start to chug the drink, aware of both men watching you gulp it down in record time.

“Be careful there, Y/n. I know it’s good but don’t get ahead of yourself.” Joshua’s hand finds your knee which doesn’t help you at all with the state that you’re in.

Clumsy hands reach out for the remote, announcing to them that you’ll be finding something to put on which steers the conversation into another debate of what to watch. You’re thankful for it because quite frankly, you need all the distractions you can get.

It’s nearly one in the morning when you suggest to them that they stay the night. None of you are drunk per se, but they are buzzed so driving home is off the table. Joshua suggests that they’ll take a rideshare since they don’t live far from each other, but you shoot that down.

“That’s stupid, just stay the night. We can keep hanging out.” You punctuate your words with your best pout to lay it on thick. To be honest, you’ve been debating all night if you want to make any moves to suggest you want to do more with them than watch movies but you haven’t decided yet and want a little more time. Plus you just don’t want to stop being around them.

“Fine, we'll stay.” Joshua decides for both of them. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to give in.

“Good!”

With that settled, you all take a movie intermission for bathroom breaks and showers before resuming. Since you’re in for the night you want to be more comfortable - and you need a second to try and get your mind sorted.

This wouldn’t be the first time that any of your guy friends stayed at your apartment for various reasons, so you’re able to fish out some extra sweats and shirts for them that have been left behind for various reasons.

Once you’re in your room with your door shut tight you pull off your clothes and get ready to shower. Now more than ever you’re thankful that when you and Seungcheol played rock, paper scissors to see who’d get the master bedroom, you won.

Speaking of your roommate, you think about him and send a text message as the water for your shower warms up. He went home for his brother’s birthday which gave you the blessing and the curse of being alone with the two men who are showering only a few feet away from you.

[Y/n] Cheol, are you up?

[Choi Seungcheollie] Yeah I’m up. The party is still raging on and my brother is absolutely wasted. He’s this close to getting us kicked out of this club 🙄

[Choi Seungcheollie] Why are you still up? Did Mingyu and Joshua leave already?

[Y/n] No, they're sleeping over. We’re not drunk off our asses but they def can’t be driving

[Choi Seungcheollie] They’re sleeping over huh? 🤔

[Choi Seungcheollie] Is tonight the night you’ll finally become the meat in the Mingyu and Joshua sandwich of your dreams?????

[Y/n] Stopppppppp I’m scared 😩 If I confess and they don’t feel the same our friendship is fucked you know this

[Choi Seungcheollie] You’re so dramatic. They worship the ground you walk on already, remember? Ask anyone.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Text Jeonghan I’m sure he’ll tell you the same

You most certainly will not be texting Jeonghan. You may also be close to him, but he still won’t hesitate to blackmail you to confess if he knew your current situation.

[Y/n] I’d rather risk potentially ruining the friendship myself than get that fucking villain involved

[Choi Seungcheollie] Fair point. Then all I’ll say is to just DO IT. It’ll go fine. You’ve been pining over them for literal years and I know these guys. This won’t be the end of your friendship.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Maybe just start with something small and see how they react.

You roll Seungcheol’s words around in your head. The desire weighing heavy in your stomach for them is the most it’s been in a long time. The fear of rejection and driving a wedge in between the three of you has kept your mouth shut all this time, but you’re really going through it tonight with the way you’re quite literally craving them. If you can come up with something small then it could be easier for you to read them.

[Y/n] Fine, I'll figure something out. If I get my heart broken expect a hysterical voice memo later!!

[Choi Seungcheollie] Good luck, Y/n! I’ll be here if you need me ❤️

After taking a quick shower, you finally decide the best course of action is your choice of pajamas. Instead of the cute cow set that you bought recently you decide on a black cotton night shirt that stops somewhere under your asscheeks with the matching panties that can easily be seen when you bend over - even just a little bit. Seungcheol said something subtle and you feel as though seducing them in your underwear is the most blatant yet wordless way of doing so.

Giving yourself a quick once over, you decide that forgoing a bralette is the most logical choice for your desired endgame, and make your way back out into the living room. Both men are on the couch looking at something on Mingyu’s phone when you enter and you watch as Joshua does a double take when looking up at you. He tries to subtly get Mingyu to notice you, but the latter isn’t too good with that, so Mingyu’s eyes on you are much more obvious.

“You guys showered already?” Your question is innocent, as is the way you ease into your seat between them. But, you do go out of your way to lift your night shirt so you don’t sit on it, exposing your panties as you sit.

“Yeah. We were just trying to decide if we wanted to order food.” Joshua’s words sound a little distant and a glance out of the corner of your eye tells you why. His gaze keeps darting between the tv and the expanse of your thighs that are exposed. The nightshirt is already short, but it’s risen nearly to the tops of your thighs when sitting. On your other side, Mingyu’s phone is still in front of his face but he’s doing a terrible job at pretending he isn’t looking at you.

Putting on a short shirt was the best plan of action you could conjure up on the fly, but it seems to be working.

“Up to you guys. I’ve got more snacks if you don’t wanna wait.” Both men make noises of acknowledgment but don’t make another move other than Joshua resuming to flip through Netflix.

Not a single part of you is paying attention to what Joshua puts on tv. It’s an anime you’ve seen but the men on either side of you are all you focus on. You’re no femme fatale in the slightest and your flirting could use some serious work, but you’d like to think their change in demeanor is a good thing. You continue shifting on the couch so that different parts of you graze against the two of them and each man reacts, albeit differently.

Mingyu lets out a lot of stifled sounds of surprise while Joshua clears his throat each time an arm or leg touches him but neither of them moves away or tries to create distance which keeps your small bout of confidence from fizzling out.

Eventually, your urge to make a bolder move is strong so you decide to be a little more blatant.

“I’m gonna grab a snack, do you guys want anything?”

“Nope.”

“No.” They rush their answers out in unison and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

You pull yourself up from the couch slowly, leaning forward as you do so the back of your shirt rides up and you know for sure your panties are visible. To up the ante, you drop your phone on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oops.” Before you can talk yourself out of it, you hold your breath and bend at the waist to pick it up, ass on full display. Mingyu lets out what sounds like a whimper from behind you, but you’re too nervous to turn around so phone in hand, you beeline for the kitchen, your back still turned to them.

Nerves are starting to outweigh the rush of horniness the night has brought you. What if you throw yourself at them and they completely turn you away? What if you do too much and it makes one or both of them so uncomfortable that it ruins your dynamic? The end result of the idea of confessing to them loops back around as it always does and you’re close to backing out as you always do and retreating to the safety of your room where you can daydream of what-ifs and touch yourself in peace.

“Hey, Y/n,” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of Mingyu’s voice so close behind you. You hadn’t even heard him approach but you very much feel him. His broad chest is pressed against your back, his body heat rolling off of him in waves.

“H-hey,” Hopefully he doesn’t hear the way your voice trembles.

“You’ve been standing here for a while. Do you need help getting something?”

Truth be told, you have no idea how long exactly you’ve been standing in front of the cabinet. At the moment your brain is having trouble keeping up with much of anything other than how close your best friend is to you.

“Uh, um,” your eyes dart to the open cabinet in front of you, landing on the bag of cookies that are on a top shelf, out of your reach. When you say this to Mingyu, he leans forward, his torso pushing against yours, effectively pinning you against the counter as he reaches over your head. He smells so good and feels so warm and firm, your head is dizzy at all of these sensations hitting you at once.

“Here.” Minygu brings the bag of cookies to your eyesight, the snack right in front of you, but neither of you moves. Both of you seem to be holding your breath, waiting for the other to do something.

“Mingyu, I -” Your sentence ends with a choke as Mingyu jolts his hips forward, the bulge in his sweatpants poking you.

He retracts his hips quickly, almost so quickly that for a second you nearly believe maybe it didn’t happen, but you know what you felt. That’s why you decide in an instant to move your hips back to meet his crotch. Mingyu makes a hissing noise behind you, but again, neither of you moves away.

“Hey, we had a deal!” Joshua’s voice is what finally has you and Mingyu separating, the forgotten bag of cookies falling to the floor.

“Shit, sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Mingyu stamps his foot on the ground. You’d have found the gesture cute if you weren’t so confused.

“A deal?” You pipe up, neither man hearing you.

“I knew when you came into the kitchen you couldn’t be trusted.”

“I really did want to come to get something to drink! I just got distracted because she’s wearing that!”

“Likely story.”

“What are you guys talking about?!” You yell, both of them finally paying attention to you. They exchange a look. “And don’t do that annoying man telekinesis shit. I saw you do it earlier tonight - tell me the truth!”

“We agreed that neither of us would go after you since we both like you!” Mingyu blurts in a rush, unable to meet your eyes.

“You what?”

“We just didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship with each other and you of course. We care about you and didn’t want to make things messy.”

Blinking at Joshua’s words, the wheels in your head work overdrive to comprehend what they’re saying.

“I’m sorry, you both like me?”

“I know it sounds weird, I got drunk at Chan’s birthday party last year and told Joshua when you were dancing with Soonyoung.”

“And then I told him I liked you too because I was also drunk and we promised neither of us would act on it and just hope our crushes went away.”

Wordlessly, you take in their confessions. You can’t believe you’ve been breaking your own heart this whole time. Ignoring your feelings, stressing over them, willing them gone for nothing. And to think, you wanted to seduce them so badly tonight when all you probably had to do was tell them and they’d take care of you.

“You’re not mad at us, right? I’m sorry if you think we’re creepy or whatever, we can totally leave!” Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy as he anticipates your answer, likely expecting a negative response.

“You guys are not leaving.” You finally say, both men looking surprised. “I’ve been talking myself out of liking you two for the last like two years and you’ve been into me this whole time. There’s no way I’m going to let you just leave after we’ve gotten all this out in the open.”

“I - you like us too? Both of us?” Joshua looks as surprised as you probably do.

“Both of you. A lot.” They share another look.

“So… what do we do?” Joshua starts. “I mean I’m fucking stoked that you just said that, but what do we actually do?”

“I’m open to the three of us, you know, being a thing.”

“Like, you date me, but also Joshua and we all date each other?” You nod at Mingyu’s words, holding your breath at their reaction.

A beat of silence goes by, neither man speaking before Joshua decides.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” You and Mingyu ask in unison.

“Okay, we can all date. It’s a win-win-win. I get to call Y/n my girlfriend finally and Mingyu is lucky enough to say he’s dating a catch like me.”

“Yah, you’re the lucky one! Do you how many people wanna date me? I’m a model for a reason, thank you very much.”

“Posting selfies and outfit of the day TikToks doesn’t make you a model, Gyu.”

“If I get paid to show this face then it’s modeling! Don’t be a hater.” Mingyu clicks his tongue.

“Hey!” Again you interrupt their bickering. “I really, really like both of you so much and I want to do so many dumb boyfriend-girlfriend things with y’all, and we can work out the dynamics of this whole thing tomorrow, but right now I am so insanely horny and I’d really like it if you guys could fuck me.”

Your best friends - now boyfriends? - gape at you and take too long to respond, so to speed things along you close your eyes and start to lift your nightshirt, stopping to expose your bare breasts to them. Both sets of brown eyes in front of you take in your half-naked form.

“Please,” you whine, peeking an eye open. You don’t care who moves first - you just wish one of them would.

Something in Joshua’s expression changes and his usual sweet face turns dark as he crosses the small distance between you two, his hands cupping your face as he smashes your lips together.

Kissing Joshua is heavier than you anticipate. His lips easily and skillfully take over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth without much resistance on your end. Your body presses forward against his like a magnet and you need to grip his shirt to steady yourself against him. He holds your face with a tenderness that is a stark contrast to the way he’s desperately ravishing your lips.

“Fuck, I’m finally kissing you,” Joshua sighs in between kisses and you hum in agreement.

You get lost in the whirlwind that is finally making out with Joshua, but the feeling of another set of hands on your body snaps you back to reality. Mingyu has silently met the two of you in the middle of the kitchen, efficiently trapping you between both men. His just as soft lips ghost over your neck as his arms, almost trembling, wrap around your waist.

Mingyu has always been one of the softest men you’ve ever known. He’s a big boy with big arms and an even bigger heart. You can feel the nervousness and hesitancy radiating off of him. Prying your fingers from the death grip they have on Joshua’s shirt, you move one hand down to lie on top of Mingyu’s. Immediately your fingers slip between his to grip his hand tightly and let him know how okay with this you are and how safe he is here with all of you together like this.

It must’ve been the reassurance he needs because the next thing you feel is Mingyu’s teeth as they begin nibbling harder at the skin on your neck, clearly intending to leave marks. He pulls your hips back so you meet his erection digging into your lower back.

A whimper escapes you as your brain teeters on the brink of shutting off the more Mingyu leaves you reminders of tonight and the more Joshua kisses every breath out of you.

At some point, Joshua finally comes up for air, both of you panting for dear life. Mingyu spins you around and replaces Joshua’s mouth with his, his hands opting to grip your hips as he melds his lips with yours. Where Joshua’s kiss was dominant and thoughtful, Mingyu’s is soft yet desperate. Between moments to breathe, he slips in little nibbles on your bottom lip and kisses you as if he’ll never get another chance, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Your fingers dart up to tangle in his midnight hair, tugging on the soft strands by the root.

“Fuck, Y/n…” Your name falls from Mingyu’s mouth in a groan and it’s probably the best thing you’ve heard in your life.

Wanting to hear it once more, you pull again, and he whimpers your name again. You go in for a third time, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, Mingyu swoops down with lips still attached to yours as he grabs hold of your thighs and quickly scoops you up off of the ground, plopping you on the kitchen counter.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” Mingyu pleads between kisses. His words shoot straight to your pussy and you nod your head so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash.

The sound of Joshua’s chuckle draws your attention up and to him. As Mingyu kisses down your body, inching your panties down on the way, Joshua holds your gaze.

He’s a sight directly out of your usual fantasies. A red hue fans out across the expanse of his neck, up to his round cheekbones, and reaches his pouty lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Your eyes desperately follow his hand as it reaches up to push back his already messy hair, then moves back down to grip his obvious erection. He rubs himself a few times through his sweatpants, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Shua…” You mewl, hand feebly reaching for him.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

You falter at the pet name that falls from his lips so easily - and in a tone that you’re not used to from him.

“I - I want you. I - ohhhhh.”

Mingyu’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard - any semblance of a sentence you had in mind withers away. His fingers dig into your thighs to keep a grip on you as his thick tongue alternates between lapping at your clit and darting in and out of you. The sounds of Mingyu eating you out like a man starved fills the kitchen, making you dizzy.

“Fuck, Gyu!” Mingyu’s tongue is sinful as he laps at you, making a mess of you even more than you already are. “So good….you’re so good.” Your hands find Mingyu’s hair and tug on the strands again causing the younger man to moan into you as he starts eating you out even rougher, his teeth nipping at your sticky skin and his nose bumping into your clit.

Joshua is next to you suddenly, his soft hands running up your thighs and under your nightshirt. He eases the fabric off of you and tosses it elsewhere. He’s immediately cupping your face again, pulling you in to capture your lips once more. His other hand moves down to grab your breast, kneading and squeezing with the right force to have you panting in his mouth.

Having both men on you like this, touching you everywhere you need it, kissing you everywhere you need it, has you approaching your orgasm quicker than you think you ever have before.

“Gyu baby, Shua, fuck, I-I’m gonna -” For the second time tonight they have you faltering, this time it’s because Joshua pulls away at the same time that he grips Mingyu’s hair and yanks his head from between your legs. Mingyu lets out a groan that meshes with your noise of frustration.

“Why?!” The man still kneeling pouts, looking almost devastated.

“I think this’ll work best in Y/n’s bedroom.” The words barely leave Joshua’s mouth before Mingyu is clambering up from the floor, lifting you from the counter, and placing you onto the floor. He intertwines your fingers and practically drags you to your bedroom.

“Mingyu, there’s no rush!” You try and reassure him, but he has you on your bed almost immediately as you enter the room and is kissing you again.

“I know, baby girl, but I need you so bad. I’ve dreamed about eating you out for fucking ever and you taste so good and I just need to do it before I explode.”

You can’t argue with that so after one more bruising kiss, Mingyu shuffles down the bed and gets comfortable between your legs before diving back in, his tongue thrusting into you once more. Who are you to deny a beautiful man practically begging to eat your pussy? Plus if Mingyu keeps calling you baby girl the way he did, you’ll let him do damn near anything.

Joshua comes into the room then, eyes fixated on the sight before him. You have enough strength amidst Mingyu consuming your soul through your coochie to reach out and stop Joshua before he climbs onto the bed.

“C-clothes off. It’s not - ahh - uh, it’s not fair th-that I’m the only one naked.” Your sentence is capped off with a moan as Mingyu sucks particularly hard.

“Hmmm. I should make you ask me nicer than that,” Joshua teases, pretending to think but it’s only for a second. “But I think I’ll let it slide this time. Next time I won’t be so nice.” The smirk he sends your way is lethal and has you clenching around Mingyu’s eager tongue.

Joshua makes quick work of pulling off his shirt and pants. You can barely marvel at the expanse of the smooth skin of his abs and the sheer size of his cock because Mingyu makes you cum then.

“Oh fuck, yes!” It hits you like a train and your body tingles as you cry out his name. You grip your sheets so hard that your fingers hurt as he peppers kisses all over your pussy, moaning after each smooch.

“You sound so good when you cum, pretty girl. Doesn’t she, Gyu?”

“Fuck, yeah. She does.”

“I wanna hear you cum again, darling. Can you do that for us?” Joshua’s tone is full of honey and sweetness as he licks his fingers and brings them to your clit. You nearly leap off the bed as he begins rubbing circles against you, wetness pooling between your legs as soon as he finds a steady pace.

“Joshua!” You squirm under his touch, both wanting him to stop due to the sensitivity and silently begging him for more.

“I think she wants more, Shua.” Mingyu muses, his breath feeling dangerously close to your inner thigh again.

“Oh yeah? Is that what you want, darling?”

“Mmhmm! Please!”

“Please what?” You wrench your eyes open to look down at them. Mingyu apparently shed his clothes in the time it took for your post-orgasm haze to clear. His hair is a mess and his pupils are blown wide as he stares, eyes darting between your core and your face. Joshua on the other hand is only staring right at you, his brown eyes full of desire as he skillfully rubs your clit, waiting for your response.

“P-please make me cum again,” it’s more a mumble than anything, feeling flustered at having both of them with their attention on you.

In response to the feeble attempt at begging, Joshua smacks your mound, the sting rushing through you deliciously. “You can do better than that, pretty girl. Wanna try again?” Another sharp smack follows and you squeal.

“Please, please make me cum again!” It’s almost a sob this time which seems to please Joshua because the next thing you feel is one of his long fingers slipping into your entrance, immediately having you buck your hips to meet his hand.

“So needy,” he coos at you, heat spreading over you even more, this time in embarrassment.

It doesn’t take long for Joshua to be able to slip another finger in, stretching you out even more. As he fucks you with his fingers, leaving you panting like an animal underneath him, he adjusts his position on his knees and leans up to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Your second orgasm is fast approaching with the added stimulation, but it’s not until Mingyu decides to lean down and once again suction his mouth over your clit do you arch almost painfully off the bed, a garble of curses all that’s able to leave your mouth. The heat pools in your belly hot and heavy and this time it feels so much more intense than the first.

This time when you cum, an honest to god shriek rips from you, everything feels too fucking good and your senses going into overdrive. You feel your orgasm spilling out of you as you squirt for maybe only the second time in your life.

“Holy shit, Y/n. You just squirted all over me,” Mingyu marvels.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Joshua finishes and Mingyu hums in agreement. You’re aware that they’re praising you and you’re giddy about it as the fog in your brain settles and eases away.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” Mingyu checks in with you after you’ve had time to come down. “Do you want to stop? Because we definitely can.”

“Yeah, this can be it for tonight if you want it to be.”

“No!” You tiredly object, shaking your head furiously. “I’ve wanted this forever. Please fuck me? Shua, Gyu - ‘want you both so bad.” You hope your words convey your need for both of them, adding in a low-effort pout for good measure.

They both look at each other, having another one of their telepathic conversations without you. Instead of saying anything, you open your knees, sopping cunt on display to show them just how much you mean what you say.

A few seconds tick by before Joshua speaks. “Who do you want first?”

“Both of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“A thousand, million times yes. Please don’t make me beg anymore, you said you were being nice to me this time.” You hope you’re batting your eyelashes enough to encourage them to scoop you up and finally do something.

Thankfully it works as both men move into action, maneuvering you and themselves into a position that works best. You all agreed on no condoms since you’re all clean and you’re well-protected yourself.

Joshua’s underneath you as you straddle him, his lips moving sloppily against yours as Mingyu kneels behind you. Joshua has done a good job of distracting you with groping and kissing as Mingyu preps you, already one finger deep in your ass.

When he adds more lube and eases in a second finger, you hiss against Joshua’s mouth at the added stretch.

“Ssh, you’re doing so good pretty girl.” More praise is sung by Joshua as he massages your tits.

“Our good, pretty girl,” Mingyu adds from behind, the other hand that isn’t working you open rubs, and gently kneads your ass cheeks, both men working to relax you.

Their words and touches help, and soon, Mingyu is pulling his fingers from you and tapping the swollen, lubed-up head of his dick against your puckered hole.

“I’ll go slow,” he reassures you as he does. Slowly, he starts to push into you, this stretch stinging so much more. When you let a whimper slip, Joshua’s hold around your middle tightens, keeping you close to him and peppering your face in kisses.

Fuck, Mingyu is big. You finally had a chance to see what you were in for as you were all getting into position and this would certainly be a feat for you - quickly seeing how literally everything about Mingyu is big. You already knew this would be a stretch you’ve never felt.

Mingyu is true to his word and pushes into you gradually, inch by tantalizing inch. It seems like hours go by before he’s fully sheathed inside of you, neither of you moving until everyone is in position.

“Doing okay, darling?” Taking a deep breath you nod at Joshua and he gives you another kiss before lifting his hips, lining himself up with your pussy, and pushing in, just as carefully as Mingyu had. Joshua’s cock isn’t as big as Mingyu, but it’s still impressive enough and plenty thick, the girth alone stretching your walls almost painfully.

Once he’s buried in all the way, no one moves, letting you adjust. Your eyes slip closed as you register how impossibly full you feel and take in how heavy all of you are breathing as you wait.

“Please move,” you finally stutter.

Both of them give your body a shallow thrust to test and that alone has a long, drawn-out moan spilling out of you. Gradually, their thrusts get faster and rougher, giving you more and more until they’re both full-on drilling into you, your body jolting back and forth so fast you can barely keep up.

The wet, squishing sounds of your arousal and the lube fill the room along with the smacks of skin on skin and the harsh spanks Mingyu has started leaving on your ass.

“You’re taking us so well, baby girl,” Mingyu pants out, his hands feeling like fire as they press indents into your skin.

“So, so well, pretty girl. I didn’t know you could take two cocks at the same time,” Joshua’s words are breathy as he bucks his hips up into yours, but they’re no less dirty and teasing.

“I-I’m so f-full…” To your ears, your words sound like gibberish as they both find the perfect rhythm that has your eyes rolling back.

“Yeah? You like being stuffed like this? Two cocks shoved inside of you?” Joshua’s hands are still wrapped around you to hold you steady, punctuating his words with sharp rolls of his hips.

“You like both of us abusing your tight little holes?” Those words come from Mingyu and are punctuated with his fingers in your hair this time, his nails scraping your scalp.

“Yes! Fuck yes, fill me up,” The all too familiar heat starts to churn in your stomach, your walls clenching around both of them as you feel your orgasm brewing. “I’m so fucking close, please!” It’s a needy cry but both of them hear you, their paces becoming quicker and rougher. Mingyu’s fingers stayed buried in your hair, pulling you up just enough to expose your neck. One of Joshua’s big hands moves to grip your neck, using it for leverage to snap his hips up more.

“Gonna cum for us again, pretty girl?” You can’t nod well with his hand where it is, but you hope he at least hears the ‘yes’ that you rasp out between the whines and moans you’ve been letting out.

Your hands, which have been holding you up, start to wobble at the force they’re fucking into you, but you still do your best to move one up to rest over Joshua’s still on your neck. You squeeze around it to try and indicate to him what you want.

“Oh? I think our girl likes to be choked, Gyu.” Involuntarily, you clench and Joshua falters in his pace a little. “Fuck, she just squeezed me so hard - that must be a yes.”

“I think she likes getting her hair pulled too.” Mingyu tugs hard at his words and you manage out a pathetic squeak in response.

Now that they both know what you like, they don’t hold back as they take you to the end. Mingyu tugs your hair so hard it burns, but you like the pain so it pushes you closer.

“Oh, oh oh! Gonna c-cum!” And then you do, with Joshua’s fingers around your neck tightening, succeeding in cutting off your air as you cum for a third time. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, fireworks exploding behind clenched eyelids, and your body goes rigid as the pleasure engulfs you.

“Shit… fuck!” Mingyu cums right after you, not bothering to pull out as he shoots his hot load into you. His groans turn into breathless sighs of your name until he begins slowing down, fucking his cum back into with shallow thrusts.

When Joshua cums next, he releases the grip on your neck so you can greedily gulp air back into your lungs. Both of Joshua’s hands hold your thighs, his nails biting into the skin, as he bucks up into you one, two, three more times before pulling out and cumming between your bodies. His whines are just as desperate as you and Mingyu’s as he empties himself, relishing in the feeling of his dick pressed between your sticky bodies.

Your shared, ragged breaths fill the room, their hips slowing to a leisurely pace until eventually, they stop moving altogether. Mingyu takes his time easing himself out of you and you feel his cum trickle down your ass, earning a groan from behind you. Now that you’re empty again, your eyelids fall shut, draping yourself completely over Joshua’s body.

You hear him chuckle from under you, your body wants so badly to drift off to sleep.

He can tell, because Joshua doesn’t let you do so, telling you everyone needs to clean up first. You try to object, wanting to power down right there, but they will hear nothing of it.

Mingyu is tasked with taking you to the shower and cleaning you up while Joshua changes your extremely soiled sheets. You spend most of the shower leaning against Mingyu’s chest, but he’s more than happy to do most of the work to clean you.

Joshua comes in at some point and fits himself into the small shower with both of you, sandwiching you between both men once again. His gentle hands rub circles on your back, applying light pressure to your sorest muscles.

When everyone is clean again, Mingyu helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel, starting to dry you off. He removes your shower cap - which you luckily weren’t too fucked out to forget to tell him you needed - and leans down to place a small kiss on your nose. Mingyu smiles from ear to ear at the giggle you let out and he can’t help but give you a few more pecks all over the rest of your face.

He and Joshua help you back to your bedroom and you immediately crawl into bed, your satin pillowcase practically calling your name.

“Wait, Y/n, what pajamas do you want?”

Shaking your head at Joshua, you finally reach the top of your sheets and burrow into the bed. “No pajamas. I usually sleep naked when Cheol is out of the apartment.”

“Say no more!” Mingyu flops himself down onto the bed without a second thought, efficiently trapping you under the covers.

“Gyu, let me out!”

“Not until you say something nice to me!”

You let out a laugh and feel around the covers to try and find his sides. “Now it makes sense why you always want to be babied - you have a praise kink!” When you find what feels like his toned torso, you grab at him, tickling him the best you can through the fabric.

Mingyu lets out a shrill yelp and flings himself off of the bed to avoid your hands. Joshua bursts into laughter along with you and moves to uncover you from the bed linen. Your first sight is his beautiful smile, his eyes crinkling into the most perfect half-moon shapes. Whenever Joshua looks at you like this - his most beautiful, carefree self - you want so badly to kiss him and experience the moment with him. This time, you remember that now you can do that and so you do. Without a second thought, Joshua is kissing you back, a smile still on his lips as you melt into him. Everything about tonight has felt so perfect - especially this moment right here.

“Hey, me next!” Mingyu whines as the bed dips next to you as he climbs under the covers. You and Joshua pull away, the stars in his eyes twinkling at you, and he lets you go to give your attention to Mingyu.

“I didn’t realize I was getting such a bratty boyfriend,” you tease as you turn to face him, his arms zipping out to wrap around you and pull you close.

“Don’t act so surprised. You’ve known me long enough that you should’ve known. And now it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Mingyu winks at you, swooping down to kiss you. It’s true - your beautiful boy has been a big baby from the first day you met him when he whined to Wonwoo about sharing one of his books with him.

“You’re lucky I think you’re too cute to say no to you.” You get the words out in between kisses and chuckles.

“You say that as if you don’t use your cuteness for evil just like him.” Joshua accuses as he flips off the bedroom light, your automatic nightlight across the room glowing a soft orange. He’s last to climb into bed, moving to spoon you with an arm around your waist.

“When do I do that?!”

Scoffing, he gives you a pointed look as he leans on his elbow to look down at you. “All the time! Yesterday when we were at that sushi place you batted your cute little eyelashes at me every time my sushi got to the table and you wanted a taste.” Okay, he’s got you there - you had intentionally pulled out the big guns to taste everything new he ordered.

“Yeah well, maybe you shouldn’t let yourself be swayed so easily.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you just victim-blamed me!”

“And I’ll do it again!”

Mingyu cracks up, his whole body shaking as he laughs.

“Hey, don’t encourage her!”

“But she’s funny and cute!”

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be so defiant baby boy.” Mingyu chokes on his spit at Joshua’s teasing, staring wide-eyed at the older man from over your head.

“You’re so evil! I remember when you first moved to Korea - you were so sweet! I blame Jeonghan!”

“How about all of us are equally cute and Jeonghan is the root of all evil and now we can go to bed okay? Y’all bicker too loudly to sleep through.” You efficiently silence them, Mingyu sticking his tongue out at Joshua in the dim light but that’s the end of it. Goodnights are passed around and you get two goodnight kisses, one on your forehead and one on your cheek. That’s all you need to fall asleep, surrounded by so much warmth.

Sunlight peeks through your blinds in the morning and when you adjust in your sleep, it leaks through your eyelids. You squint your eyes open a crack, glaring at the offending rays. After blinking a few times to adjust to the light, you glance down, smiling warmly at the sight. Mingyu’s much larger body is attached to your side, his long limbs wrapped and tangled in yours. You can’t see his face from this angle, but his slow breathing lets you know he’s still asleep, shuffling just a bit as he snuggles closer into your chest.

You turn your head to the opposite side, both to get away from the streaks of the sun and to see Joshua’s sleeping face. His eyes are still closed, and the corner of his plush lips are curled up a little, even as he’s dreaming. For what feels like the hundredth time since last night, you’ve felt like this whole thing is a dream, finally having the men you care about the most here with you like this.

“Morning, pretty girl,” Joshua whispers suddenly and you can’t help but jump. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out staring at him.

“Morning, Shua.” He opens his eyes and meets yours, your skin heating up under his gaze. “I didn’t mean to stare!”

“Oh, that’s too bad because I was staring at you on purpose before you woke up.” He winks at you, succeeding in flustering you.

“You’re just going to spend this whole relationship being a worse flirt than you were before last night aren’t you!”

“Mmhmm. And just like Gyu said, it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Joshua’s expression turns wicked, mischief clear on his face.

“Shua no, Gyu’s still asleep!” Joshua doesn’t listen, because of course he doesn’t, and digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you. “N-No!” You can’t help but scream, trying to squirm away from him.

Your sudden yell has Mingyu’s head springing up, bleary-eyed but still panicking. “What’s going on?!”

A sudden commotion in the hallway catches your attention and Seungcheol comes barrelling into your open room, hands raised in fight mode. “Y/n are you alright?!” He freezes when he sees you, Mingyu, and Joshua, wrapped up in your sheets, also frozen and staring back at him. “Oh. I thought you were being hurt.” His tone is flat as he drops his fists.

“Cheol, you’re back early! I thought you wouldn’t be back until the evening.” His lack of reaction upon walking into this has some of your embarrassment starting to ebb away.

“Yeah, my brother and I had a fight so I ended up leaving early. I just got home a few minutes ago.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Your roommate snorts, his eyebrows raising at you. “You don’t exactly seem to be in the position to talk about my feelings, Y/n.”

“Oh. Well, give me a few minutes and we’ll get up and we can come sit down with you!”

“Nah, Jeonghan is expecting me at his place. I was texting him last night about our fight so he said I can come over when I got in. I just wanted to drop my suitcase off.”

“You texted him first about the fight?! Why not me?!” You huff at him. Seungcheol always confided in you first - since you lived together it just came naturally that you vent to each other first when something upsets you.

“Now be for real, Y/n - you were clearly quite busy after we texted last. Would you have answered me if I texted you at like three?” The struggle to try and remember when exactly Mingyu had started eating you out in the kitchen is real and you can’t come up even a guess of what time that was. “That’s what I thought. See you kids later and stay safe!”

The three of you say your goodbyes, listening to his retreating footsteps before you hear him stop.

“Oh, and if you get a bunch of messages in the group chat all of a sudden, you may wanna just mute it.” He calls down the hall.

Frowning, you share a look with Mingyu and Joshua before answering. “What? Why?”

You almost ask him again, thinking he left without answering, but then he quickly rushes the answer. “Because Jeonghan started a betting pool when he figured out - on his own may I add - that you liked Joshua and Mingyu and he wanted to see how long it would take you to confess to them and I have to tell him he lost!” He speaks fast, but you still hear every word.

“He what?! Seungcheol get back here!” Instead of an answer, he sounds as if he runs down the hall and a second goes by before the front door opens and then closes.

It’s just like you said - Jeonghan is the root of all evil. You fully intend on sending him a scathing text message, but then Mingyu starts kissing your shoulder and neck at the same time that Joshua begins drawing slow yet deliberate patterns over your thighs and hips. They probably sense your aggravation and are easily intending to redirect you. Mingyu also mentions something about making you breakfast in between smooches which also diverts your attention - your empty stomach very noticeable.

Their distraction tactics work of course because soon your mind is redirected to Joshua and Mingyu only and no one else. You’ll deal with the rest of the world later - your ain’t shit friend included - deciding to instead focus on the two beautiful men you get to not only stay friends with but also that you get to be so much more with, which feels like a dream within itself.

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there's nothing really wrong with me; i'm just choking almost constantly || Polyam! Ghostface x GN! Reader

title from Twinkle Lights by The Sonder Bombs

Reader is dealing with the aftermath of their sexual assault, to which they still haven't told Billy and Stu that it was even a thing that happened. After a particularly rough night, the boys comfort them.

1st person POV

TRIGGER WARNINGS: there is reference to past SA, but it's not too graphic. the reader talks about it and there's like, references about it through out the text- and I know it can be really traumatic for some to read it so PLEASE be careful and read at your own risk. panic attacks, nightmares, i believe that's it !! let me know if I need to add more warnings!!

I blink awake, filled with an erratic, heart-pounding panic. It takes a moment to realize where I am- home, in my bed, by myself. I'm not at the trailer and I can't feel his breath down my neck anymore.

I let out a shaky breath and sit up slowly, trying not to shock my body anymore.

My body feels unstable and wrong as I walk through the house. My mind and body caught in a fuzzy sort of dream state.

I dial Stu's phone number, because I know he'll ask less questions than Billy- and that's what I needed right now. Just a distraction.

I school my voice to properly fake that sort of "I'm fine, nothing bad has ever happened to me" tone.

I clear my throat. "Stuey? I know it's a little late, but-"

"Nah, it's okay, baby. Whaddya need?"

I laugh- of course Stu sounds so chipper, he was likely up looking at Play Boys or watching total torture porn (aka a load of trash).

"Could you pick me up? It'd be nice to stay at your place tonight."

I can practically hear him grin on the other line. "Ab-so-LUTE-ly!"

I kind of half-giggle and thank him. I pull on an extra-long hoodie and grab the handmade Michael Myers plush my friend gave me off my bed. I wait out on the front porch for him to arrive.

I settle into Stu's bed, and he hurriedly puts his magazines and other items under his bed, careless to the minor scrumpling to his merchandise.

“Hey baby,” he kisses the top of my head and I try not to shrink away too much when he does so. I know it’s Stu, I know I’m safe- I can still feel his touch around my body, his hands at my throat, though. It’s so hard not to think he’s there with me, in bed next to Stu and I.

I smile at him and let him turn his lamp off even if the darkness and the looming shadows in his room are wholly disorienting.

I can feel a light tickle against the shell of my ear, like someone is whispering, “I won't be able to stop myself.” I shake him off of me and turn to my other side.

Just leave me alone, please.

I probably toss in my sleep the whole night, but Stu doesn’t seem bothered when we wake in the morning. My eyes are bleary and blinking back tears, hoping he doesn’t see.

I should know better than to think Stu could keep any secret from Billy. I'm still surprised, however, that Billy jostles into the Macher's kitchen at 9am, already with a prickled attitude.

I drop the spoon into my bowl of cereal, milk splashing up and over onto the counter. I try to school my expression into something more neutral, so my surprise doesn’t hurt him.

“Billy,” I greet.

He replies back with my name, which I can only half-hear through the fuzzy, distant feeling in my body.

Billy sits on a stool next to me, moving my bowl a little further from my reach. “Why were you up so late?”

I half-laugh, still tired, still groggy. “What, I’m not allowed to stay up?” I tease. And the hurt sick feeling settles in my throat.

Billy shakes his head and sighs- he’s clearly frustrated.

Stupid. Stop teasing him, he’s- I physically shake the thought off. Trying desperately to repel the negative energy like water to oil. Get it together.

“C’mon,” Billy tries again. He seems abnormally pissy, and I wonder what Stu told him on the phone. It’s no way that either of them could have figured it out, but the lump in my throat still grows at the possibility.

“Just- missed Stu. That’s all.”

“You brought along your plushy,” he says, like that’s supposed to prove anything. “And that big hoodie of yours that you only wear when you’re sad.”

“Did Stu tell you that?” I try not to sound too antsy or annoyed. I know they’re only worried. Of course they’re worried- of course they know my tells like the back of their hands. I should have just stayed home, even if that meant waking up with the feeling of him pressed against my body.

He nods. “You always tell us what’s wrong,” and he whispers my name in that hard-soft tone he gets when he’s anxious. I shiver.

“Nothing’s. . . nothing’s wrong.” I try and I know it’s bullshit. It’s a dumb attempt and Billy sees right through it. “Nothing that you can fix.”

And I know Billy takes it as a personal attack- that I think he can’t take care of me. That his comfort isn’t enough, that he isn’t enough. I don’t know how to tell him that’s not what I meant, though, without telling him what happened. It feels hard to breathe, I take a shaky, sharp breath in. It doesn’t help.

I don’t even know what’s going on, my eyes teary and blurred. My ears are ringing out. My body feels so fuzzy and too soft at the edges. My thoughts muddle in my brain and I don’t know if I'm breathing or talking or breathing or- I gasp out.

Stu’s hands hold my shoulders tightly, trying to ground me. He’s done it a hundred times before, and it works nearly every time.

My breath is labored, heavy and quick. Too quick. I still can’t feel myself breathing.

Billy and Stu both try to reassure me- I think. Their voices still unclear through the fog.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, sorry, sorry,” I repeat, till the word feels unsafe and garbled through my lips. “Shouldn't have to- shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have to. Have to- have to worry.”

My voice sounds so far away, like I’m speaking into a dying microphone, to the clashing, screaming crowd before me. Feeling so unheard, so unseen, even at center stage.

The fog fades around Billy’s voice. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. Just- stop apologizing,” my name is slow on his tongue. “Can you hear me? C’mon, baby, you’re worrying Stu.”

And I should respond. But everything just feels so- off. I’m not even sure what I’d say. I don’t want to explain myself.

When the fog finally finally cuts through, I can breathe again. I’m sitting on the tiled floor of the Macher kitchen, with my knees pulled up against my chest. Billy and Stu sit on either side of me, their hands tentatively retracted from my body.

I can finally breathe in the clearing. I could cry, if feeling my feelings didn’t hurt so much. If everything didn’t hurt.

My breath takes a while to steady, and when it does, Billy takes this as a sign to pounce on me again.

“What happened, baby?” And he sounds so . . . concerned. It hurts to know I’m hurting him. My body aches with every pound of my heart against my chest.

“I think I had a panic attack,” I managed.

Stu lets out an awkward laugh, and I don’t freak out this time when he touches my shoulder. “No shit!”

He murmurs an apology and repeats himself, quieter now. It was sweet. Stu was so sweet and I can’t get over myself to just- live and not cause all this . . . all this angst and trial and tribulations between us. Billy would remind me- if I vocalized this ache - in my own words, that having tough emotions aren’t a burden. It feels like it is though.

“I’m sorry,” I try and Billy shushes me. He seems annoyed still, I know it’s just the look he has when he’s scared, though.

Fuck, he’s scared. Get yourself together.

I swallow down the lump in my throat.

“Okay, fine. I can’t apologize, I get it.” I realize now that my voice croaks out, like I'd been crying.

My eyes still feel hazy around the edges and they still struggle to focus on anything properly.

“What can I say then?” I teasingly ask, and I feel sick to my stomach.

Please don’t ask me why. Please don’t ask why. Please don’t ask why. Please.

“What’s up with you?” Billy asks. I’m not sure if that’s any better of a question though.

“I- I can’t tell you.”

Billy rolls his eyes. “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

Stu sighs, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. His fingers tense when he speaks. “Please? We won’t- Stu glances at Billy and then back at myself- I won’t ask any other questions, I promise.”

I give a humorless laugh in response. “Real assuring.”

“C’mon, I can’t control what Billy does,” he whines.

And there it is again. The lump in my throat. His breath tickling against my face. “I just can’t control myself around you.”

The attempts to shake off his incessant greed seem to only be in vain.

“Just- just get off of me, please,” I have to wrench the words out of my throat. “Please, ‘m sorry for- I’m sorry- just. Let go.”

Stu quickly winds his hand from my shoulder and puts his hands up, in defense. He looks at me all confused, his eyes wide and his brows furrowed.

He lowers his hands and gives me those stupid, big blue puppy eyes. “What’s wrong?” And he says it so gently. His voice felt warm and comforting.

“Just- I. Give me a moment.”

“Okay,” both boys reply.

“I- I think I was sexually assaulted.” My voice comes out in a tight whisper, lodged somewhere between my throat and the tension of the kitchen conversation. “I thought- I thought it was my fault or maybe it didn’t- it didn’t happen. Or- or maybe I misremembered it but-”

My voice gets caught and I let out a measly sob.

“Woah,” Billy carefully reaches a hand out towards me, but doesn’t touch me. “Woah, woah. Baby,” he whispers. “What- who did this to you?”

I sniffle. I didn’t want to tell them.

It felt so much more real speaking it aloud.

His voice feels dirty against my body, and I just want to get away from him. But he’s in the walls, he’s in my dreams. And I can’t escape. He’s sitting with me as my boyfriend’s try to comfort me.

“I know better than that. I should have known better than that and-” my throat feels all funny, like I can’t breathe again. A sharp intake in, a shaky breath out. “And I still let him put his grubby hands all over me.”

“Woah, baby,” Billy’s voice is impossibly quiet and calm. He appears more apologetic and concerned with how I am, than the dark, revengefulness that usually seeps out of him when someone hurts me. “Baby, look at me, okay?”

I keep my head snuggled at the top of my knees, straining my eyes to look in his direction. I hum, not trusting myself to speak without crying.

“It’s not- it’s not your fault. Whatever happened, it’s-”

My mouth seems to be on its own agenda. And my head feels impossibly fuzzy again. Everything is so . . . so disconnected. I tap my fingers against my shins, and they don’t feel like they’re really there at all. No matter how many times I tap them in the same familiar pattern.

Nothing feels right.

“I shouldn't have been such a tease. I- he told me to stop, said he wouldn’t be able to control himself if- and, and I didn’t listen, Billy. Was so confused, didn’t know where I was, Stuey and- and he- I told him that. But I should’ve listened. He w-warned me and I should have- I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shh,” Billy tries once more. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, baby. Whatever- whoever it was, who convinced you . . . it doesn’t matter, okay? He doesn’t- you didn’t make him do anything. You-” even Billy struggles with it.

He sighs, “what do you need from us? Just right now- what do you need at this moment, okay?”

Stu tries, as well. Learning from his previous mistake.

“Is it okay to hug you or touch your shoulder right now?”

I shake my head. His hands at my throat, his voice tickled against my face.

His hands at my throat, telling me to behave.

Taking my “i’m fine”s and “okay”s out of context, blatant ignorance of my confusion.

“Could we just- could we sit on the couch maybe?”

It felt better, safer, in the openness of the living room.

Like I wasn't going to suffocate and, like, explode or something.

Stu's hanging his limbs off one end of the couch, and Billy tentatively perches on a couch arm. I assume Billy is sitting strangely to give me space- Stu's position is natural though. He always sits weird, and does things weird, which I love. I love him. I love Billy, and I'm just. I'm hurting them- I'm sitting in the middle of the couch, shaky and strange, and hurting them.

“What can we do?” Billy sounds gentle. He sounds sincere. I think . . . he is. The whole situation is strange and terrifying. I want to go back to sleep and hope when I wake that the past few months were some fever dream instead.

I let out a shaky, heaving sigh.

“I don’t- I don’t know.”

“That’s- that's okay. Baby,” his voice is sturdy, despite the uncertainty bleeding in.

“Yeah!” Stu smiles at me, and it feels sort of warm. It feels almost good.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with someone so damaged.” I stare at my feet and my hands fidgeting absently in my lap. Tears pricking, stinging at my eyes.

I stumble over and retract apologies in my head. Trying to justify what he had done to me, to pin what he said, to pin his hands around my neck and push me down, as my own fault. As my own actions.

I can’t tell Billy that. Not to him, not to Stu.

Billy has this restrained look in his eyes, and his face is twisted into an almost scowl. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I know I shouldn’t have said that. Because Billy thinks he’s broken, all the time.

He’s told me or alluded to his mom’s disappearance, to his asshole father. About the disconnect between himself and his own thoughts, his hands and his actions. He’s told us why he’s only ever felt safe and trusting in the arms of his lovers.

And that he’s so afraid that one day, we’ll up and leave him, too.

That he’s too damaged, too broken, to be loved.

And I go and fuck it up again. I only know how to hurt.

“That’s, wait- that’s not. I’m sorry, Billy. I-”

And his voice is uncharacteristically sweet. It’s calm and low, and I can’t hear held back anger.

“It’s okay.”

“What?” My voice is small and squeaks out, unsure.

“It’s okay. Baby," Billy says my name with my name with care. “You’re not- you will never be too fucked up to be loved by us.”

Stu smiles, protective. “I- we will never let that happen to you again.”

They offer physical comforts, they lean closer but not close enough to touch me.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so trusting. He had promised to never hurt me and I followed him blindly. But Billy & Stu aren’t him. And I should be allowed to put my faith into others, without fearing I'll be hurt again.

I lean into Billy's touch, allowing him to encase me in his strong arms. Stu leans against us, bringing his long, sweater-clad arms around the huddled mess of us.

Maybe it's against my better judgements.

Maybe it's a mistake.

But maybe, too, this is safety. This is love.

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 4 months

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What are your opinions/headcanon’s on Olivarry? Also your Arrowverse polycule Au is so cool!

thank you, i know it 💅

opinion? love it. barry being a nerd for ollie and his many vigilante codenames before he even knew the guy? barry finding out that asshole playboy famously saved from a shipwreck after a supposed 5 years on some fuckin island oliver queen is his hero? such a broken pedestal/death of a hero moment. and then this fucking dweeb oliver met once going into a coma? felicity and oliver quietly worrying about him? delicious. and then said dweeb gets superpowers and becomes a superhero right after waking up from the coma. what the fuck.

i mean, oliver is to thank for barry taking "the flash" as his name. oliver is to thank for barry becoming a superhero. oliver is to thank for barry being alive. oliver broke that pedestal and rebuilt it with his own two hands- bloody, damned hands- before barry's very eyes. they disagree, they fight, they butt heads, but they always believe in each other. barry sticks up for oliver, oliver sticks up for barry, so on and so forth.

oliver believes barry is 1/2 of "the best of us." whether oliver's talking about our arrowverse heroes or creatures in general is never established. oliver believes that barry can inspire things in a way he cannot. oliver believes in barry more than he believes in himself and because of that, barry trusts oliver with every cell in his body. because he's barry allen. and he's oliver queen. and that's all they need.

faggot behavior honestly

in the polycule au, they are married in crisis on earth x. they first officially start dating around the flash s3 and arrow s5, and that's when olicity finally join the big polycule. olivarry marry smoakwest as a complete quad officiated by dig, spontaneously as was their canon one-way marriages

in emerald archer, barry appears in the documentary episode so barry has been seen enough with oliver that ollie's fans/paparazzi know they're friends. before people know that they're polyam and fucking married, there's online theories that barry is oliver's secret boyfriend and felicity's his beard. there's ship art of their civilian identities and everything.

everyone got quite pissy when barry was spotted kissing iris- yknow, his girlfriend. and then everyone was even more mad and confused when barry was spotted also kissing cisco, ralph, patty, linda, kara, felicity... whAT is the TRUTH?? for some reason only a very few amount of oliver fans theorize that a polyamory is happening

there's also ship art of their vigilante identities, yippee. sometimes barry reads flarrow rpf out loud to him. oliver gets mad at smut fics the most. in his own words, "the green arrow isn't a sub! or a bottom!"

hard to lie about how much you sub/bottom to your husband that you have had sex with multiple times, but, hey, you do you, oliver

also do you guys remember when sara lance said "you deserve someone better, someone who can harness that light that's still inside of you" to oliver and then oliver saying "why i sacrificed myself for you, so that in all of this darkness, you could be a guiding light, a hero" to barry? ha. i fucking do. i sure remember that one. that's why to me oliver has so many light-related pet names for b, such as; sunshine, sunlight, sunny, lightning bug, firefly, supernova etc etc. oliver also has ones in russian that he generally refuses to teach barry what they mean, like; zaychik (meaning little rabbit), moya lyubov' (my love), solnyshko (little sun)...

barry loves oliver's cooking so much it's unreal. oliver regularly sends him home-cooked meals and makes sure barry's fridge is filled to the brim with his food if oliver knows they won't be able to see each other for a bit. the second thing oliver does every time he sees barry is offer him food.

the first thing is, of course, kissing him until he can't breathe

to get nsfw with it oliver very much likes when barry speed-fucks him, especially when oliver is not in flash time. one second barry is fully clothed across the room and the next barry's on him and oliver's suddenly cumming.

^ obvi they had talks abt this before they ever did it, talking abt sex stuff when ur bf is a speedster is very much needed. that bitch vibrates if he gets too excited!!

they both have survivors' guilt and other ptsd, so, sometimes one of them just... shows up at the other's house, distant and achingly quiet, and the other just sits with them and holds them and it's all so silent and when they leave they never mention it again.

okay that's all i got rn GOODBYE FOREVER!!!!!!!! 🫡

#frosty answers #arrowverse asks #arrowverse polycule au #olivarry #barry allen #oliver queen #the flash #the flash cw #cw the flash #arrow #arrow cw #cw arrow

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cirque-dhomosexual · 1 year

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My own personal Scooby-Doo re-imagining canon includes:

-out and proud lesbian Dominican/Puerto Rican Velma (yes I'm projecting, leave me alone)

-Velma has audhd

- velmaphne happens eventually

-sapphic/unlabeled daphne

-ace/homoromantic and autistic Fred Jones

-he's dating Shaggy who is a pan Trans man

- they are adhd/autism boyfriends

-fuck it, they're all autistic and you can fight me

-Velma and Fred have a shared special interest in machines and will talk about it with each other. They love to share what they know or what they learned and talk about improvements to designs and the like.

-daph and Fred grew up together. Daph's family works in politics and Fred's dad is running for governor or some other government role. Maybe daph's dad is a congressman.

-Daphne is very romantic and tried to liken their relationship to that of a fairytale with Fred being her prince charming but it didn't work out that way

-the two are fs soul mates just not the ones Daphne wanted originally

-she did play match maker to shaggy and Fred and it was a feat. Although, she couldn't clock velms would practically break her back bending over backwards for her.

- they meet in college where velms is majoring in forensic science , Daph is double majoring in business and hospitality (because of her parents) but she switches to journalism where she is much happier, Fred is in Mechanical engineering (idk it makes sense imo) and shaggy is majoring in veterinary science or culinary arts.

-they met in a creative writing class for their humanities credit where they find out they have a shared love of horror movies and mysteries. They did seriously debate on creating a Vincent Van Ghoul fanclub.

- they don't become an actual mystery solving group until they find out about a missing person's case for a student in their class and decided to take matters into their own hands

-found family™ they understand each other like no one else

-besties shaggy and daphne! Daph is a huge foodie and runs a vlogging channel with him! They love romantic comedies and this one novella in particular and will have frequent sleepovers where they do each other's nails and hair and gossip and fan tf out

- Fred joins in on occasion. He loves it even though he doesn't know what's going on. He does engage when he can though and somehow becomes very versed in the relationship dynamics of the show

-shaggy plays wingman for velms and daph and will listen to both of them pine over the other. He is tired.

-velma is fluent in 5 languages and uses them frequently, even to flirt.

-Daph can speak 3 but mostly just to talk business.

-daphne tries so fucking hard to live up to the expectations that her parents has for her and she does but they are never completely satisfied. Her whole arc is finding her own sense of self outside of her family.

-she's head of the cheer team, debate club, and the fashion column in the school's newspaper and graduated saludatorian at her high school

-Velms is also a journalist and she will try and work with daph when she can

-Supernatural occurances does happen. Eventually at least. In the beginning it's their regular whodunit shtick until they meet cosmic horrors that even Lovecraft couldn't imagine and cults (gasp)

-there will be stakes! It will be mature and dark but bc the plot calls for it

-daph was a part of the hex girls as she roadie and backup to Thorne, she did use this fact to flirt with velms.

-They are their brujas on speed dial.

-The gang doesn't know how Daph did it or for how long and they'll never get a straight answer. One day daph will say she found them practicing in an abandoned space and the next she might say they met at a commune. Her favorite thing to say is "oh. You know." as cryptically as she can and just stare off into the distance, just for kicks. Shaggy is convinced Thorne is Daphs twin sister or clone and they won't try and convince him otherwise.

-the hex girls are a polyam couple

-Scooby is young dog instead of having grown up with shaggy. Great Danes only have like an 8-10 year life span where 6 is average. Shaggy found him a injured and wandering on the edge of the woods that's next to the school.

I do plan on writing out this fic but idk if it has any merit. If I do write it would anyone be interested in reading?

#scooby doo #hope this makes sense #i love Scooby-Doo sm #velmaphne #fraggy #my au stuff

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thebibliosphere · 2 years

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(Audio transcript under the cut for HOH/audio processing accessibility)

Audiobooks are now live and ready for download on Payhip! Huge thank you to everyone who has supported me and waited very patiently for their arrival.

The audiobooks are priced at $18.99(+) to celebrate the start of Pride and will go up to $24.95(+) on July 1st. (These prices should also roll out across other platforms to reflect this, though I don't think any of the links apart from Audible have been posted yet.)

As noted, the Payhip "pay what you want" feature remains in place by request, but I hope you'll take advantage of the lowered price and enjoy yourself some vampire-werewolf bisexual polyam romance this month 💖💜💙.

Audio transcript:

Nathan was about to open his mouth to reply when the door behind them swung open with a dramatic woosh. Walking backward into the room was a young-looking man who was talking animatedly to whoever was on the other side.

“Yes, Mrs. Collins, of course, I remember. No, I assure you I had not forgotten about our meeting. I assure you, the peonies are my top priority. Swithin? Swithin?” The man’s eyes landed on the manservant barely visible through the open doors. “Ah, there you are. Please show Mrs. Collins to the Glaucous Drawing Room, thank you. I will be there shortly.” The doors slammed shut, and he leaned against them for a moment as though he’d like to barricade himself inside. “Good Gods alive, undead, and those merely sleeping.”

Seeming to realize he wasn’t alone, his shoulders straightened, and he whirled about. The vampire—for there was no mistaking him for anything else—was tall, dark-haired, and dashingly handsome. Genetics had seen fit to gift him with exceptionally good cheekbones and the complexion of cut marble. He was dressed formally but was sans jacket, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal pale, slender arms. The cut of his waistcoat was daringly modern, and it gave him a slightly rakish appeal, an effect no means lessened when he smiled, the wry curl of his mouth revealing a gleaming hint of fang.

It was alarmingly attractive.

The vampire seemed to flicker for a moment, then glided toward them, arms spread wide in greeting. “Gentlemen, so sorry to keep you waiting. Fiddildy, old boy, how are you? How’s your leg?”

“Much better, thank you, sir. Only aches when it rains.”

“Ah, so only on days ending in ‘Y’ then, jolly good.” He gave Fiddildy a friendly clap on the shoulder before turning the full focus of his glittering attention on Nathan, who was suddenly desperately aware of his own heartbeat. “And this must be our new Captain. Welcome to our little island, Captain Northland. I’m the Viscount, but everyone here calls me Vlad.”

“Vlad,” Nathan echoed, still a little dazed. He grasped the other man’s hand when it was offered. A little tingle of something flowed through Nathan’s hand when they touched. The vampire’s handshake was firm and surprisingly calloused for someone who looked like they spent their time following the latest fashion trends and gambling away the family fortune at the card tables. They stood there for a second, each eyeing the other, before Nathan reluctantly dropped the Viscount’s hand.

Seemingly unbothered, the vampire gave him a tight-lipped smile, his fangs carefully hidden. “Yes, a family name, I’m afraid, but I’ve learned to be dead with it. Please, take a seat. You made good time in getting here; I hope your journey wasn’t too terrible. The weather can be a tad unpredictable.”

“No, not at all,” Nathan lied, ignoring the damp chill that still clung to his shoulders from his brief trek through the storm. His rain cloak had been about as effective against the elements as a chocolate tea kettle.

“Good, I am so very delighted to hear that.” To Nathan’s surprise, the vampire perched on the edge of his desk rather than sitting behind it. He was close enough that Nathan could smell his cologne: a subtle, warm scent with hints of spice and myrrh; it reminded him of warmer climes. “I trust they’ve made you welcome at the guardhouse already?”

Nathan felt Fiddildy stiffen nervously behind him.

“Like a house on fire,” Nathan offered. The wry glint of a smile flitted across the Viscount’s face before the vampire carefully hid it away again.

The Viscount’s dark eyes flickered rapidly over him. “My, what an ambiguously phrased thing to say,” the vampire drawled.

Nathan hoped the sudden flush of warmth he felt rising in his chest wasn’t visible on his face. It has to be a glamour, he decided. Vampires were notorious for such vanities, and there was just no way someone could be that devastatingly handsome. It just wouldn’t be fair.

#Hunger Pangs audiobooks #hunger pangs: true love bites #Joy Demorra #alt text provided

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dove-da-birb · 8 months

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The Arcana OC & You Get to Vote for What Love Interest They End Up With (and self-insert, cringe is dead let me be happy)

Link to picrew~

Before the plague

After the plague

Name; Dove (they're just me, but like +10 years)

Occupation; Magician, fortune teller, apothecary (present), plague doctor (past)

Favourite Meal; Pumpkin bread

Favourite Drink; Strawberry and maple water

Favourite Flower; Goldenrod

Birthday; June 30th

Age; 32 (because everyone in this game is between like their late twenties to late thirties/early forties, so this is a compromise)

Zodiac Sign; Cancer

MBTI; ENFJ (pre-plague) INFP (post-plague)

Gender; Non-binary (they/them)

Sexuality; AroAce (pre-plague), questioning and confused (post-plague)

Height; 166 cm (5'5")

Eye Colour; Grey (picrew didn't have it so I went with blue)

Hair Colour; Brown

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Current personality; aloof yet polite when getting to know people, introverted and gets drained quite quickly when in public, quiet and doesn't speak much unless prompted to do so. When you get to know them better they are more warm, but still quiet. Will scold people for pushing themselves too hard, but only does so because they care. Once they are extremely comfortable with someone, the old them shines through; loud, a chatterbox, goofy, warm, and full of life and love. To others this is endearing, but to Asra? He loves seeing it but it is also a reminder of the person he lost.

Appearance; of average height, but their build is quite stocky with both body fat and muscle. Their eyes are dark grey, but appear dark blue at a distance, they are also near-sighted (eyesight worsened post-plague). Their hair is brown, curly, and when down it reaches their collarbone (both pre and post-plague). It is less textured than it was pre-plague, and they also wear it in a bun at the nape of their neck. They have an assortment of beauty marks on their face, as well as a scar on their lip that they got in their childhood (had the same mishap when they came back, hence why they still have it). They typically wear a short-sleeved white button up, brown trousers, dark brown sandals, and a black apron. They wear a purple crystal necklace and it acts as a ward to keep memories from flooding back, as well to ward off spirits of the plague.

Other Info/Background

After being brought back, Asra tried his best to reteach them what he knew about them. He knew about the non-binary aspect of their identity, but not the aroace aspect. They were quiet about this part of their identity in the past, and now they are navigating trying to differentiate romantic and platonic feelings all over again. (would be open to a queer-platonic relationship or several)

Grew up on the coast of the Strait of Seals, close the the Southern Spines (tundra/saiga).

Eldest of three, and left home to bring in more income for their community. They don't do well in the heat, but they do not miss the winters of their homeland, or what they can remember of it; they sometimes get a flashback when they smell certain smells, or a cold breeze.

Crochets and knits items for the children who live at the docks, and that's how they met Asra and Muriel; they were teens when they met, but they still gifted both Asra and Muriel blankets so they could keep warm during the night. They had to relearn this skill after being brought back, and can't crochet or knit with as much skill as they once had.

Their familiar is a Danish landrace goose named Gunnr, she makes a great guard goose and chases off anybody that she decides that she doesn't like. "Why is your goose named Gunnr?" "It means war, and she seems to like to declare it. Isn't that right baby?" "HONK!"

Might add more info to this later, but here, pick a LI for them to be in a QPR;

And if there is a tie, polyam qpr cuz I got two hands.

Finally was inspired to revisit my self-insert thanks to @azulashengrottospiano

#dove's ocs #but they are quite literally just me #going to put you in my pinned comment #decide arcana!dove's fate with an LI #do you want a nice relationship or a relationship that starts off rocky? well I'm leaving it up to you guys #thanks auburn for giving me inspo to revisit this self-insert

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hermywolf · 2 years

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Bestie I absolutely LOVE your The Boys fic recs, could we get some more? I love the longer fics, preferably butcher/hughie but anything esp polyam is great too. I'd owe you my life if you gave me these, thanks!!!

okay so i tried my best!! but there’s unfortunately not that many fics and most of them are really short, i’d love to rec longer ones but there’s not that many. this ended up being mostly smut too bc a good 70% of the ao3 butchie tag is smut, but please if anyone has other recs (even better if they’re long fics!!) let me know & i’ll add them!

here’s part one of my the boys fic recs if anyone needs it

ask a question, get an answer, 2k

smut. basically the bathroom scene in 3x08, but instead of butcher knocking hughie out they end up having sex. i love this one so much. @jaskierx strikes again with the characterization, their banter in this fic is>>

canary, 1k

butcher’s internal monologue during 2x03: basically him thinking about hughie’s reaction to him being back

humanity series, 49k

series of smutty fics through s1 and s2 by aishahiwatari, whom we owe like a good half of the butchie content on ao3

i don’t forgive you, but please don’t hold me to it, 1k

smut. s2, when hughie was still mad at butcher. butcher and hughie beat the shit out of each other and then have hate sex. thats it thats the fic. by god these two are so toxic and dysfunctional sometimes its insane

take your time (i won’t be far behind) 2k

i feel like every fandom needs to have at least one soulmate au, and this is it. people get soulmarks when they meet their soulmates, whether they be platonic or romantic. this fic follows each of the boys as they get their own soulmarks

but it may just be a lunatic you’re looking for, 2k

smut. 1x03. hughie is amped up after having just murdered transluscent, butcher lends a helping hand. frenchie is also there but doesn’t participate

present, 7k

awkward getting together in a non-supe au, annie and hughie are besties, annie and butcher hate each other. cute and fun

patch up, 6k

hughie gets hurt during a job. hurt/comfort. im an absolute slut for hurt/comfort my god i love angst. no mcd

ever-needy, 4k

smut. hughie borrows one of butcher’s shirts. butcher’s possessive, hughie’s into it. ik this is supposed to be smut but it still makes my brain leak out of my ears. this author’s note at the end of the fic encapsulates the dynamic perfectly:

“me, on a normal day: butcher would fuck the absolute soul out of hughie until he's bleeding and crying

me, writing this specific piece: Wait But Hughie Is His Prized Porcelain Doll”

a candle in the window on a cold dark winter’s night, 9k

post s3, hughie and butcher’s relationship changed over the past weeks they’ve spent alone, and they’re closer than ever. the boys’ outsider pov on their relationship in chapter 1, hughie pov in chapter 2 and butcher pov in ch3

black coffee, 9k

coffee shop au. i absolutely love how the author translated the boys’ world and conflicts into a coffee shop au. like the rivalry between the boys and vought is just their coffeeshop competing with starbucks and butcher is just as intense about his hatred for starbucks as he is with the supes it’s amazing

#show:theboys #the boys #hughie campbell #billy butcher #hermy posts #butcher x hughie #hughie x butcher #the boys amazon #fanfiction #fic recs #butchie

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radiowallet · 2 years

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All Tied Up

Summary: Frankie and you take care of Marcus for the night. (Part of the Like a River ‘verse. Timeline wise this is well into their relationship.)

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

WC: 4.1K

Warnings: Explicit, Established polyam relationship, m/f/m dynamics, BDSM, rope play, anal play, kissing, handjobs, praise kink, m/m dynamics, vaginal intercourse.

This fic is very much dedicated to my beautiful, talented, lovely, always kind @honestly-shite on their birthday. Happiest birthday to you, my sweet Maia! I know this is early but I'm horrid with dates and honestly, what's wrong with spending the whole entire week celebrating one of the best people I know!

Maia- You are kind and supportive and funny as hell, and you never ever fail to make me smile! Happy Birthday! I love you so fricking much!

It had started as teasing- light and frothy- passed back and forth between the three of you where you were curled into a booth at the back of Sam’s bar. The Miller boys were long gone for the night, both begging off with the excuse of an early morning, but the three of you stayed, something about the sparsely filled bar, the cheap beer and the late hour weaving some sort of silly magic into words. You and Frankie were tipsy at best, teetering on the edge of drunk, still needling Marcus with the nickname Benny had gifted him earlier in the night.

They had dubbed him Boy Scout and Marcus had shouldered the jokes with his natural ease, laughing off as the table quizzed him on merit badges and campouts and rope tricks, all of which he had zero experience in. Buoyant smiles were traded back and forth but Frankie didn’t miss it; the way Marcus’s heart rate picked up when his thick fingers circle his wrist just as you teased from across the table about knot tying. It’s quick, a small, sharp pull of air into his lungs, the smile stuttering on his cheeks before stretching wide into a bark of a laugh, but it was enough of a reaction to send Frankie’s mind into overdrive.

The night ended in a tangle of limbs and laughter, one of many the three of them had grown so used to over the past year, but Marcus’s reaction remained at the forefront of Frankie’s mind, alongside the image of his hand wrapped around his wrist, the press of his thumb firm on his rapid-fire pulse. He wasn’t sure if you had seen it for yourself; the dark bark and flow of alcohol placed a haze around the jokes, but he had been wrong. Your eyes were sharp, your mind quick. You never missed a step.

In fact you’re the first one to bring it up, two nights later, as casual as ever, always patient with the two men, never one to shy away from helping them find their way. Both girls are away for the night, an unspoken promise of something always lingering around nights like this. There’s the smell of tomatoes cooking with garlic and a bottle of wine split three ways, and you take one small sip before looking at Marcus where he’s carefully chopping basil into perfect little ribbons.

“So, ropes?”

His hands still and his cheeks tinge pink, and Frankie can’t help but smile over the rim of his glass. It’s hard not to as he takes in the other man, plush lips and coffee brown eyes taking up space beside him. He always provides that little extra sweetness the two of you crave, tempering out the bitter notes of two ex-soldiers with more than their fair share of baggage. Marcus has his own darkness tucked aside, two wedding rings nestled in a velvet box on his side of the bed, but his hardships didn’t squash the light in him, and Frankie is so grateful they were able to coax that brightness back out.

When he glances across the kitchen at you, you’re matching his smile cheek for cheek, eyes pinned to Marcus.

He coughs, starts chopping again, and nods his head. Slowly, a smile paints across his lips, and between slices of the blade he speaks up. “Yeah…I…I would like that…I mean,” he sighs, putting the knife down with an air of finality, picking up a towel and absentmindedly wiping at his hands.

“I spend all day looking out for everyone else. ‘Save them.’ ‘Go here.’ ‘Say this.’ Sometimes it’d be nice if…if someone would…if they could take care of…” He shrugs again, losing his nerve as quick as he found it, dropping the towel and picking the knife back up and focusing his energy on the barely recognizable herbs. His brows are bunched beneath the thick rim of his glasses, his normally steady hands shaking.

Frankie parses through his words, picking them up and rearranging them until he finds the meaning. It’s not that he’s surprised Marcus Moreno wants to be dominated- all three of them have the capacity for give and take in all aspects of their relationship- but he assumed it was about control; the loss of it; the need to have it stripped away. But that was how Francisco Morales’s brain clicked; that was what he needed. For Marcus it was something in a different color, a lighter shade; familiar and easy to recognize, the taste sweet and gentle on the tip of his tongue.

He just wants to be taken care of.

Frankie crosses the kitchen and touches Marcus’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up slowly until they are eye to eye. “Can you use your words, baby?”

He swallows around nothing, still smiling, glancing at you then back at him, stalling for courage and Frankie grips a little bit tighter, signaling he is waiting for an answer.

“I want you to tie me up.”

You step in closer, close enough that he can smell the wine on your tongue, your fingers sliding slowly from his elbow to his wrist until your palm slides over his hand and up the sharp cut of Marcus’s jaw.

“How’s tonight sound?”

—

The rope is bright orange, thick and sturdy, pulled from the bottom of the bag of camping gear, a mess of other supplies spilling out as Frankie pulls it free. He leaves the mess, making a mental note to come back for it tomorrow, too anxious to think about anything but what waits for him in the bedroom. He takes the stairs two at a time, pausing just as he gets to the landing, taking in one slow deep breath. The hallway is dark, one thin sliver of light leaking out from beneath the bedroom door, the rest of the house quiet, as if the whole of it was waiting for what is coming with baited breath.

Frankie pushes into the room, and stops again, leaning into the door frame to take in the sight before him. You and Marcus are kneeling in the center of the bed, bodies bare and glowing in the soft light from one bedside lamp. You’re pressed chest to chest, trading soft kisses back and forth.

He lets himself enjoy it a little bit longer, the sounds of breathy sighs and little moans reaching him as the kiss deepens to something with much more promise, Marcus parting your lips with the swipe of his tongue. He thinks he could stand here and watch forever, counting his blessings, one after the other, content to watch the two of you move together like you were made for it. It’s hypnotizing, leaving him feeling light headed from a kiss that isn’t his, his lips parting around a moan as his gaze lingers on the curve of Marcus’s back, the tilt of your chin, your breasts cupped between his large hands, his cock slowly filling out in length with each kiss from your lips.

Frankie’s own pants are growing tight, and when one particularly loud whine breaks free from Marcus’s lips, his composure starts to crack, his hand reaching down to palm his erection. The added pressure only makes him more dizzy, and his own moan falls out of him. It’s enough to draw your eyes to the door, and you're smiling, a teasing little smirk pulling at your lips as you beckon him closer with the crook of your finger. He moves to the bed, dropping the rope down onto the mattress silently, but making no move yet to use it. Marcus reaches out and touches the coiled rope, tracing it slowly with his fingertips. Frankie and you give him that moment, allowing him the space to back out if that’s what he needs.

Again and again he touches the rope, letting his nails catch at the synthetic fibers, wrapping his hands around it, knuckles bleeding white where he grips hard. Feeling emboldened, he licks his lips and picks it up, testing the weight of it in his hands, before raising his hands up to them, offering the rope like a gift at the altar.

“You ready, sweet boy?”

Marcus nods, before shaking his head, remembering himself and turns his eyes back up to you and Frankie. “I am.”

“Good boy,” you whisper, touching his cheek gently. “Lay on your back. Hands above your head.”

Frankie is the one who picks the rope back up, looping around Marcus’s wrists and up through the wooden posts of the bed frame. He ties the knot, taking the time to admire how the bright orange contrasts with his golden skin, the nylon biting a bright white into his wrists. Something breaks open in him at the sight, Marcus Moreno pulled tight and tied back, his strength rendered useless, leaving him open and exposed for whatever you and Frankie are willing to give and take. He looks up at the pair of you, eyes glossy and lips parted, all his trust placed in your hands.

The sight is intoxicating and Frankie has to step away, the act of stripping out of his own clothes enough to help him center the raging beat of his heart. Behind him he can hear you cooing sweetly to Marcus, gentle praise trickled between reassurances of safety and reminders of safewords. When he turns back around, you’re straddling the smaller man’s legs, the tip of one finger tracing the length of his erection, thick and weeping, resting on the little swell of belly that has developed over the course of finding love.

“So pretty,” you whisper to yourself, and Frankie echoes the sentiment, joining you on the bed, pressing up behind you. He feels you shiver beneath his touch, his hands skimming up your ribs and around to cup your breasts, thumbs stroking at the hardened perk of your nipples.

Marcus tugs at the ropes, instinct to take your pleasure into his own hands kicking at the sight towering over him. It’s his first attempt, the veins in his forearms popping, his wrists bleeding from red to bone white as he tests the strength of the restraints. Frankie shushes him softly as your hand soothes gently on the inside of his thigh, the two of you working together to calm the other man down. He relaxes into the touch, arms going slack as he settles back into the mattress, but his eyes don’t leave you, glued to where Frankie continues to tease the tender skin just beneath the swell of your tits.

“Touch our boy, Bluebird,” he whispers, teeth nipping gently at your earlobe. You comply quickly, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing gently before sliding your fist up to the top, gathering the precum waiting for you and sliding it back down in one long drawn out drag. Marcus groans in time with your movement, his hips canting up and into the open air.

Frankie watches over the curve of your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the heat of your skin, hungry eyes glued to the width of Marcus’s cock in your hand. You take your time, slowly moving up and down the length of him, stopping at the base each time and squeezing gently, drops of precum gathering again and again at the tip. Frankie loses track of time, only pulling back after he’s sure the mark on your skin will last well into tomorrow— something for both men to admire.

Marcus is practically shaking, arms straining and mewls of pleasure pouring out of him as you continue to push him carefully towards the edge. You know his body well enough by now to know when to speed up and when to slow down, refusing to let him spill over into your hand so soon. His length is almost purple, pulsing between your fingers, and Frankie licks his lips as he zeroes in on your movements, feeling his own hunger grow. He reaches down and strokes himself a few times, groaning in relief at his own light touch, enough for now while he focuses on the two of you.

“Frankie…” It’s Marcus that breaks the trance, his voice a strangled whisper pulling Frankie’s eyeline back up the length of his torso, chest heaving, neck pulled taut, jaw clenched. His brown eyes are frantic, pupils blown wide with arousal. A few beads of sweat stick to his temple and without prompting, Frankie leans forward to swipe his thumb through them and up into his hairline.

“Frankie, p-please…please…”

It isn’t the first time the man has been reduced to begging; it was really where all of this started, and it still sends the same thrill down Frankie’s spine, knowing that with just a little bit of whispered praise and a light touch, the ever composed and always at ease Heroic can be broken down into a quivering mess. There have been times where you or Frankie had teased just a little too hard, backing him into a corner just to see him snap, deliciously feral when he lets himself go, but this was a different sort of broken.

Marcus is trapped, body caught between loose limbed, honey smooth and iron tight, shaking muscles. Frankie can’t help himself, curious to see how far he can push this moment. There’s a bottle of lube lying innocently by his feet (you must have had the good sense to grab it while he was in the garage looking for the rope), and he wastes no time in scooping it up and pressing it into your free hand. As always, you take his cue, the perfect soldier through and through, popping the cap off the bottle, the sound sending another tremor of anticipation through Marcus’s thighs where they’re trapped beneath the two of you. You pour a generous amount (too generous, always so careful with both men) into your hand, coating your fingers before reaching down to circle Marcus’s puckered entrance.

“Shit! F-fuck….please p-pájarito. I need it.”

You smile sweetly, taking the same steady pace as you did earlier, refusing to push inside him, just yet. “Need what, sweet boy?”

“Inside me, please.” To prove his point, he thrusts his hips up, searching for relief in any way you’ll give it. You seem satisfied with his answer, at least enough to push the tip of your pointer finger inside him, a cry of pleasure jolting from him at your sudden entrance.

This time Frankie forces himself not to watch, turning his eyes back to Marcus’s cock, left painfully hard by your sweet touch. He licks his lips again, leaning over until he’s hovering just close enough for Marcus to feel the scratch of his beard. He’s thrusting as much as the rope tied around his arms will allow, trying to meet the steady pump of your finger in his ass. Frankie’s stubble tickles at the velvet skin of Marcus’s cock and he whines a pathetic sound, shifting the cant of his hips upward towards Frankie’s mouth.

“Shhhh, baby, shhh,” he soothes, pushing the smaller man’s hips down into the mattress, and holding them there with a firm grip. “I’ve got you.” And then he’s swallowing him down, fighting back his gag reflex as his mouth stretches around the thick cut of Marcus’s cock. A cry of pleasure rings out into the room, and Frankie can hear the wood of the bed frame creaking where Marcus is pulling as hard as he can, desperate to touch both of them as they shower him in endless, blinding pleasure.

He’s quick to pull off, a string of spit stretching from his lips to the tip of Marcus’s cock. The sight alone makes his own length pulse with want. He ignores it for now, instead pressing a soft kiss to Marcus’s hip bone, following it with a nip of his teeth.

“Don’t pull so hard, Fullmetal. You’ll hurt yourself. Do we need to stop?”

You still beside him, pausing your movements, a second finger already poised at Marcus’s asshole. He’s looking down at both of you, eyes bright and bottom lip caught between his teeth. After a few seconds he shakes his head, hips already trying to break free from Frankie’s grip. He tightens his hold, shaking his head while you reach up with your other hand to smooth his bottom lip free from the sharp bite of his teeth.

“Words, sweet boy,” you prompt. Frankie presses one more kiss to his hip bone, coaxing him one step closer to relaxed, tasting the salty tang of sweat that’s sticking to Marcus’s skin.

“I’m…shit, I’m okay. Do-don’t stop.”

His voice is high, breathy and gasping, and Frankie hums in appreciation at the sound of it. He wants to tattoo the sound inside his skull; something to remind him of this night, all the ones that came before, and the ones still waiting up ahead. You’re already moving again, pumping two of your fingers inside of Marcus, pulling the sweetest sighs from between his lips. He gives the other man one more kiss, this time to the soft swell of his belly before wrapping his lips around the tip of his cock.

Frankie moans at the taste, swirling his tongue along the head, collecting the precome that’s collected there, swallowing it down. Musk salt coats his tongue and he repeats the motion, desperate for another taste. Then, with little flourish, he begins to bob his head up and down, each time taking Marcus that much deeper. Spit trickles down his chin, dripping into the patch of dark hair at the base of his cock.

Beside him, Frankie can feel you moving, your own hips thrusting down, in time with each pump of your fingers. When he chances a glance in your direction, he swears he almost blacks out, the hand not fucking into Marcus buried between the wet folds of your pussy, your eyes closed in concentration as you swirl the pad of your thumb over your clit. Your lips part around a moan that stutters out in frustration as you try and fail to grab ahold of your own release. Frankie swallows down around Marcus one last time, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat before pulling off and moving in behind you.

“Let me help you out, Bird,” he murmurs in your ear, pressing his chest fully to your back, taking the time to grind his erection into the curve of your ass.

You nod helplessly, pulling your hand away from your core, the tips of your fingers glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

“Fuck, so wet, cariño. All for us?

You nod again, your forehead falling forward to rest on Marcus’s stomach, your other hand still moving in and out of him, mewls of pleasure and pain breaking free from his lips, his body still dangling just at the edge of release. Frankie let’s his eyes rove across the both of you, your body curled over Marcus, shamelessly thrusting your hips backwards and forwards across his leg, and Marcus helplessly twisting and turning as he tries and fails to keep himself tied together, tears pricking at the corners of his umber sweet eyes. You’re both so beautiful and Frankie has to fight the urge to close his eyes, reminding himself this isn’t a dream.

That he won’t open his eyes and find himself alone.

He kisses just behind your ear, nudging his nose into the delicate shell to make sure he has your attention, fractured as it may be. “I need you to keep taking care of our boy, Bluebird. Can you add one more finger?”

“Yeah, yeah I can,” you answer, blinking open your fever bright eyes, heat rolling off you in waves.

He grabs your hips, lining himself up with your entrance, and just as you slide a third finger into Marcus, his body arching in a perfect curve off the bed, he slips inside of you, the three of you crying out together. You squeeze around him, tight wet heat that nearly stops the beat of his heart. He falls forward, curling around your back, molding himself to your body. Your hand hasn’t stopped moving, a clumsy in and out that has Marcus writhing beneath your combined weight.

“F-Frankie…” he gasps around the twist of your wrist, and there’s something intoxicating about the sound of his name on the other man’s lips while you’re the one inside him. It’s a moment that’s been mirrored in every possible combination between the three of you, and still it catches Frankie by surprise.

Fuck, how did he get so lucky?

Slowly, almost too slowly, he starts to move, dragging his cock in and out of you as he looks Marcus in the eye.

“What is it baby? Like what you see?” Frankie thrusts into you deeper, holding you to his hips as he grinds against you, your own moans of his name falling out of you. “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?”

Marcus nods, words failing him, his glazed eyes tracing your features as Frankie fucks into you. He’s just as beautiful, staring at the two of you fucking over him, transfixed, hypnotized, the only two people in the whole world, towering over him. His body is still arched off the bed, contorted so tight Frankie’s afraid he could actually snap in half. Miles of golden skin stretched out before him- thick neck, broad shoulders, pert nipples and dark hair that leads down to his weeping cock. It bobs up and down with each thrust of your fingers, precome smeared across his belly.

“F-fuck…beautiful. Both of you….”

He loses track of himself, his hips moving faster, your pussy squeezing around him as he brushes up inside you. You're just as frenzied, trying to match Frankie’s pace with your hands, stuttering and stopping then starting up again. Below you, Marcus is sobbing, begging, and between the mix of sound from the three of you, he thinks he hears a warning that he’s about to come.

“No…no, hold on, baby...”

“I’m close too, Fish….please. Pleeeease.” You’re begging too, your pitiful cries mixing so perfectly with the slap of skin, and just that sound alone has Frankie suddenly on the edge too. It’s not a burn, but an explosion, angry sparks of electricity digging at his lower back. His balls tighten up just as your own orgasm squeezes around his cock, and suddenly everything is too bright, shades of orange blurring his vision as he pumps his release inside you.

Below you, Marcus is helpless, arms still tied back, lips parted around a silent cry, tears streaming down his face. He’s broken, pitifully desperate to reach out for both of you, only the touch of your fingers inside him keeping him grounded to this moment. Frankie’s hips are still moving, clumsy, shallow thrusts inside your slick cunt, but he needs to touch him, feel him as he comes apart. He slides one hand from your hip, finding purchase on Marc’s thigh, intent on wrapping his thick fingers around his cock. But even as he thinks the thought, he knows he’s too late, a gasping wail breaking free from Marcus’s throat, his body somehow drawing up tighter. Then he’s coming, completely untouched, thick ropes of white spurting out of him, painting the bare planes of his chest.

You and Frankie can only watch, drinking in the sight of the other man, sobbing helplessly as he continues to come, seemingly endless amounts of it covering his body. The ropes around his wrists dig into his skin as he twists and turns with the release of pleasure, his face turned into the meat of his bicep, teeth sinking into the muscle as he works through it. Frankie keeps a constant pressure on his thigh, soothing circles into the skin, whispering sweet little nothings into the stuffy air of the bedroom.

“It’s okay. Shhh, sweet boy, it’s okay. We’re here. Bird and I are right here.”

You’ve already pulled your fingers free, moving up Marcus’s body and wrapping your arms around him, pressing kiss after kiss into his jaw, petting softly at his cheeks, wiping his tears away with the pad of your thumb. After what feels like two lifetimes, he finally settles, his body falling back to the mattress, every inch of him liquid loose. Frankie licks his lips, eyeing the mess that now sticks to both of you. He knows exactly what it would taste like, has had the pleasure many times before, but still he can’t help but wonder. He’s about to lean over and indulge himself, when you call his name, drawing his attention back to the head of the bed.

“Can you grab something to help clean up?”

You’ve already loosened the knot, letting Marcus’s arms fall down beside him uselessly, the ropes pooling around his waist and sticking to his mess. You’re rubbing at his shoulders, urging blood flow back into them before trailing your fingers down to his wrists, checking for broken skin and bruising. Frankie thinks maybe Marcus is already asleep, eyes closed and breathing steady, but when he goes to move off the bed, the tips of his fingers somehow find the curve of his knee.

“Not yet” he murmurs, half-lidded eyes, drowsy but pleading, urging him to stay close. Frankie knows he should refuse- he needs water, maybe an aspirin to keep the ache away, at the very least a warm washcloth wiped gently across his skin. But he can’t say no to him, not now. (Probably ever).

Instead he smiles, mutters a quiet of course, and crawls up the bed, mirroring your position. In the morning there will be teasing, shy glances and loving jabs mixed between jokes about using a camping rope and coming untouched. He knows there will be a long, hot shower, and cups of coffee in bed, possibly another round, something softer, slower and just enough to push all three of you back to sleep. But for now there’s this; the three of you, curled around each other, curled around the mess, pressing lips into sore wrists and fingers into tired muscles, taking care of him until sleep comes for you all, one by one.

Big thanks to @jazzelsaur and @astroboots for beta reading and assuring me that this is sexy.

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