#pov: one-off reader

[toxicbrothel]

(I know, I'm an awful person. I hope Madame won't talk about it to Raider 👀)

POV

1.5k Carter x f!reader (one off, not sweet pea)

I8+ smut, tw ref to past SA, self touch erase. Set in the past. I don't think Joel will mind this one 😁.

Hypothetically, you don't know any of the guys who are milling around your house when you get home from a long walk, but you can tell they're raiders. You manage to slip away undetected, or so you think. You walk by the shed on your way to the woods, and a deep voice greets you, "howdy." You're startled and turn around. You must look terrified.

"Whoa, ain't gonna hurt ya." It's a hot, muscular guy with dirty blonde hair sitting on a log against the back of the shed, finishing a cigarette. He looks like a model. "Just sayin' hey," he murmurs, checking you out. He doesn't have the same vibe as the others. "Go ahead, ain't gonna say nothin'." He nods toward the treeline. When you just stand there, he offers, "or you're welcome to sit" and scoots over to make room. "They'll be in there a while," he mutters. He offers you the cigarette. You sit down next to him and take a small puff. You cough and he laughs and pats you on the back. His smile makes warmth rush to your loins.

"I got more of those," you offer and open your bag.

"Yeah? I'm Carter."

You introduce yourself. You feel safe around him, not sure why. This is the first man you've felt safe around since a stranger forced you to your knees with a gun to your head. You have the strongest urge to suck Carter's cock. He's nice, he's strong, he's sexy. And of course, you've been thinking if you could feel another one in your mouth, that might make it all go away.

"Yeah," you take an old pack of cigarettes out of your bag and fidget with them. "We could, uh, trade or something," you suggest.

"That's alright, sugar. 'fraid I don't have much to offer." He leans back against the barn and you admire the way his tan bicep swells out from his short sleeve as he manspreads on the log.

You scoot a little closer and he watches you curiously, letting his eyes fall down your body again.

"Maybe you do," you practically whisper, then push yourself off the log. You get on your knees between his legs and he tenses.

"Whoa, ok. Said I wasn't gonna hurt ya didn't I?"

"I know," you glance around self-consciously. "But. If you'd let me. I'd really like to. . ." You cautiously reach for his inner thigh and he doesn't stop you. You add your other hand to the other side and slowly massage his thick, meaty muscles.

He relaxes again, then mutters, "What're ya doin' here?"

You swallow and look down. Why can't he just make this easy?

"Could I please," you begin with your heart racing. You scoot forward a little more, and your eyes glue to an attractive bulge in his beige tactical pants. You feel a zing between your legs. Your hand slides up his inner thigh, all the way to his groin, until your thumb brushes his balls, and he flinches but doesn't stop you as you reach his hardening manhood.

You slide your hand over the warm, impressive bulge. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as you massage him. You're gushing now, feeling the shape of his big cock hardening under your palm. After a minute, you bring your hands to the button of his pants and he opens his eyes. You look up to him for permission and he squints at you.

“Lemme suck it,” you blurt out, giving up on a graceful way to ask. “I'll give you the whole pack.”

He laughs in disbelief. “Tryin’ to gimme head and a pack’a cigarettes?”

You nod earnestly. He rests his head back against the barn. “well, shit. . .don't stop now.” He moves one of your hands back onto the bulge in his pants and massages himself with your hand. After a few seconds, he unbuttons and unzips himself for you and you lift your hand as he tugs his pants down a bit.

There's a dark spot on his heather gray boxer briefs that makes you salivate. He shoves his massive hand into the front of his boxer briefs and asks, “you sure ‘bout this?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Please.”

He brings the waistband down under his cock and balls and your breath hitches. You didn't know they could be so good looking. You wrap your hand around his thick shaft and look his tip in the eye as you wet your lips. Meanwhile, you cradle his balls which fill up your other hand with ease. “It's. You're. Really handsome,” you say in a near whisper.

He brushes your cheek with his knuckles. “Ain't bad yourself,” he murmurs with half a smile.

You lower your head and close your lips around his tip.

“Ohh, fuck,” he sighs. You guess it's been a while. You tongue the slit and he gasps. Then you slowly take his shaft into your mouth. You come up an inch, strongly dragging your tongue along his veins, then go down further. His hand comes to your head, and you almost flinch, but he doesn't push your head down. He brushes your hair behind your ear and cradles the back of your head gently. His hand is so large you feel like it's engulfing your whole head. You suck from the back of your throat and he twitches in your mouth. “Ahh,” he moans as if he's close to coming already.

His other hand nudges your jaw as though to take your mouth off his cock. You let it fall out and ask, “did I hurt you?”

“Nah.” He chuckles. “But–”

You hold his shaft again, and gently feed one of his balls into your mouth.”

“Ah, Christ,” he mutters. You swirl your tongue around it and suck. “Ohhhh." You give his other nut the same attention, and he must have forgotten whatever he was gonna say. Then you cradle his balls and return your mouth to his swollen tip, now leaking precum. You kiss the salty bead into your mouth and moan at the taste. His stomach is rising and falling with heavy breaths as you swirl your tongue around. Then you suck him back into your mouth.

You bob your head and suck and let your saliva slide all around his gorgeous cock. He's so hard and thick in your mouth. You let it rest heavily on your tongue for a moment, appreciating it's heft. You inhale his musk and it makes you throb. As you begin to suck again. You finger the dark blonde curls at the base of his shaft. You suck as much of his shaft as you can into your mouth and his tip nudges the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “Gonna cum.” His hips begin to lift gently pushing his tip against your throat. You look up and make eye contact with him and his balls tighten, his cock spasms. “Ohhh,” he sighs and begins to pulse warm and salty into your throat. You let a couple of inches out to get some on your tongue and suck ever so gently. It's quite a load and didn't take long, it must have been a while. “God damn,” he pants as he finishes coming, and you swallow, careful not to waste any. When he's empty, you let him out of your mouth.

For a moment he's speechless. He runs his hand through his hair, then says “Good, that was. . . good.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you in an affectionate haze.

You give him a little smile, then get shy and mutter, “I should go.”

He quickly tucks himself back into his boxer briefs and does up his pants. “Hold on now, ya don't want me to. . .”

You shake your head no. “I should get outta here.”

“Well, that was, uh, that was somethin’.” He scratches the back of his neck. “You sure I can't do somethin’ for ya?”

“That was for me,” you reply.

He tongues the inside of one cheek in stunned silence. “Alright,” he mutters, seeming a little disappointed. He opens his backpack and rifles around. “Shit, I do got somethin'.” He takes out a paper sack. He tilts it to show you what's inside - jerky. You politely decline but can't help how hungry your face must look.

“C'mon, I made it myself,” he urges. He rolls up the sack and sticks it into your bag for you, and you put the cigarettes in his.

You stand up and he looks at you like he's losing something. He stands up and asks, “Can I, uh. Give ya a kiss or a hug or somethin’?” You give him a loose hug but his arms wrap tight around you. He cradles the back of your head again and looks in your eyes, but you look away.

“Bye,” you whisper with a little smile, then hurry off into the woods. You'd love to kiss him, you'd love to fuck him, but you know yourself, you'd never stop thinking about him. And meanwhile his friends are doing god knows what inside your house.

You go far enough to be out of view, then you take off your backpack, lean against a tree, and shove your hand down your pants. Dripping wet. “Carter,” you whisper to yourself as your fingers begin to move.

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this is a possible scenario for this mention in the Carter jack off fic:

[toxintouch]

Kinktober speedrun time! Used the Mirror prompt on this list. Thank you for the inspo! Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Reader x Leander

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Reader, Mirror Use. Edging/Orgasm Denial + Light Degradation & Name calling (Leander being referred to as a dog but he’s really into it, promise) + Power Exchange & Sub/Dom Dynamics

OTHER INFO: Leander has a dick, anatomy of Reader/POV Character remains unspecified; "they" pronouns used.

Leander has the straight backed posture of a man who was given etiquette lessons.  His mannerisms speak of wealth and class, yet they can’t help but observe that he looks completely comfortable while down on his knees.

His back muscles flex as he works himself, sweat slipping down his spine, pooling in the dimples just above his ass.  He’s strung tight, the veins in his arms straining as he strokes a quick, even rhythm.  His dick is flushed a painful red, copious amounts of pre-cum dripping down his wrist and splattering onto his thick thighs, some of it even dirtying the floor below when his strokes become too enthusiastic.

(They wonder how best to make him clean it later–he does so love to be ordered to lick up his own mess–but this floor is probably just as filthy as anywhere else in the Wick, despite appearances–and they don’t think they can find it in themself to make use of his mouth again after watching that.)

The full length mirror hanging in front of Leander is a new addition to the room. Something they’d wheedled out of him with nothing but an easy promise, whispered into his ear down at the bar.  It was theirs not a full day later: a polished brass antique with a priceless clear finish.

His back is to them, but they can see everything they need to by gazing at his reflection.

His strokes stutter, faltering, and they watch as his abdominals jump rapidly. His hand makes a few more shaky attempts before he stops himself with a shudder, breathing hard and squeezing his cock at the base to cut off his own orgasm. They give a little hum of approval, waiting.

“Count.”  They prompt, when he fails to remember on his own.  

They watch his throat bob with effort as he swallows, his jaw trembling around his answer.  “Five.”

“Good boy,” they say, their voice flat and unrewarding.  Dismissive. "Guess that Hightown education really paid off for you, huh?" He whines at that, his palms slicking along his thighs, awaiting their instruction.  He glances at them in the mirror, eyes hopeful. “Again,” they prompt, “and keep your eyes on yourself until I tell you.  During, too. You were closing them a lot. It's just you and the mirror until you've earned otherwise.”

Bites his lip, beginning to stroke himself again.

The next edge comes more quickly.

His eyebrows draw up, mouth falling open, back arching.  His cock jumps and this time he falls back onto his hands to keep from giving into temptation.  His eyes travel the length of the mirror, his neck taught with tension as he pants.  They notice his gaze darting along their form for a moment, greedily stealing along their silhouette in the looking glass. A quick glance of the place where their legs are splayed open as they lounge on the bed behind him, toying with themself idly.

He’s back to form so seamlessly, he probably thinks they didn’t even notice. The next number falls out of his mouth without prompting, as if to cover for his earlier sleight.

"..."

“Baby,” he whines, fidgeting without further instruction. His fingers return to his dick when they don't reply, ghosting over his wet, swollen cockhead.  He knows they hate the way that epithet sounds in his voice, the condescending lilt he manages to wrap around the syllables. “Sweetheart. Please, may I–”

“Bad dog,” they admonish.  They don't elaborate–let him figure out for himself which breach of protocol they're scolding him for.

“Again. And if you can’t behave, I’ll have to put you outside.”

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3

Consider: this type of power play with yandere!Leander...you watching him when he's usually the one watching you...

[stitching-sorcerer]

Interrupted (1415 words) by StitchingSorcerer Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Reader Characters: Gale (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Free Use, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, a bit of, Praise Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:

Gale interrupts you while you're reading your book

That's it! That's the fic! Just a short smutty little reader fic!

[eddieandbird]

ctcwc day 14: hot cocoa

You and Eddie got to school early to share some hot cocoa

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 14: Coração

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3.5k a/n: obligatory pov swap lmao first|next

As you laid there sleeping, Corazon laid there just watching you. The light from your lamp was dim, creating a warm orange glow that really just emphasized how beautiful you were. It was the kind of light that the sun even produced at a certain time of day that people loved taking photos in. What was it called - the golden hour? 

He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, watching as you scrunched your nose slightly before relaxing again. You looked so peaceful like this - sleeping, curled against him. He wished you’d be able to look this way all the time. You worked so hard for everything you had and cared so much for your patients and the people around you. He just wanted to be able to help give you some kind of peace, but he felt like there wasn’t anything he could do. He wished you wouldn’t push yourself too hard. You deserved a break too.

Though, you’d always been like this, hardworking and making a name for yourself. Growing up, before he had left the family, there had been rumors about you. People had all kinds of names for you - none of them kind. No one had seen you, your appearance had always been covered if you were in the field - scarce as that was. You were your father’s secret weapon. No one would know who you were sent in until the damage was done - people were terrified of your name alone. You could take out entire squads just by yourself. 

Still, no one really knew who you were. You were just a faceless shadow of destruction. He had feared you just as much as everyone else did.

Corazon would’ve never guessed that you and the doctor that had shown him and Law such kindness were the same person. Never in a million years would he have put two and two together. When you had first pointed your gun at him that night all those years ago, he thought that’s exactly who you were - the being of destruction, come to kill him as well. Only for your entire gaze to soften the moment you heard Law’s voice. Then he thought that you definitely weren’t the rumored shadow. Someone like that would never be able to show such softness and compassion. Someone like that only knew how to destroy, much like Law when he had first met him. The kid just wasn’t as deadly, obviously.

Between the kindness and the absolute confidence in finding a cure for Law, he wasn’t sure when one caused that first spark of a small crush. He had felt like some high school teenage boy back then. Just having a silly crush on some random person who was nice to him. Law had caught on and teased him about it, but that’s all it was - some silly little crush. He knew he was going to be leaving with Law as soon as he was better. 

He would never forget the amount of relief he felt when you said you had found a cure for him. He had been at his wit’s end, almost giving up. As much as he still looked for it, he had mostly resulted in just giving Law’s final days as much comfort as possible. Then you showed up like some twisted angel that night. He thought he was going to be the one to die, only for you to end up his savior; Law’s savior.

Then, he had to leave. Law was better and the town was overall too dangerous - especially for children. Corazon didn’t exactly blend in, people still knew his face well, and the rivalry between the Donquixote family and your family was at an all time high. The tension was awful, people were dying left and right. And again, there was that person that could wipe out just about anyone in mere seconds. It was no place for a child to grow up. Besides, you made him promise to get him out of there, so he did. 

He hadn’t wanted to come back either - that was all Law. Law was the one that had wanted to come back to the hospital that saved him, he had wanted to find the person that saved him. There was a bit of argument about it, but Law said that he’d move by himself if he had to, so Corazon ended up agreeing to go with him. 

He had been worried about the state of the city. If it was that bad then, he could only imagine how bad it was now. Even if the hospital had gained a more positive reputation, he was sure one of the families took it over; so he decided he’d tag along to keep the boys safe since he knew how things worked in the underbelly of the world.

He was surprised to see that things had mellowed out over the years. The town wasn’t just some constant crossfire anymore. You didn’t seem to realize it, but it was because of you. The safe haven of your hospital had somehow kept everyone in line for the most part. Since you helped everyone no matter where they were from, families weren’t losing people as easily. Everything came to a stalemate of some kind. You were some kind of god that was keeping people, who should be long gone, alive.

When he ran into you that first time, as in the first time you caught him, you immediately felt familiar. He felt like he knew you somehow. He had even brought it up, but you denied it. He didn’t make the connection that you were the doctor, no. Just that he felt like he knew you. He let it go, accepting your throw away comment of just having one of those faces. 

Also a face that he couldn’t seem to get out of his mind either. He thought about you often, trying to place where he knew you. The connection was so strong, he couldn’t help it.

Then it happened again. He had taken a tumble only to be caught by you once more. He knew then that there had to be something special about you. What were the odds of it happening twice? If anything, it at least meant the two of you were supposed to be linked in some kind of way. He just didn’t know what it was. Destined to be friends? Lovers? Coworkers? Who the hell knew? 

But hell, he knew one thing. You were absolutely breathtaking from the moment he saw you. You also seemed to have the kind of aura that drew people in and made them feel safe. At least that’s how he felt. He felt safe around you, even if he wasn’t in any kind of danger - like he didn’t have to worry about anything. He wanted to get to know you.

You had radiated kindness and seemed to actually care for his well-being. Sure, you had been strangers when you patched him up that second time he ran into you, but he could tell you actually cared. It had reminded him of the compassion of the doctor from a decade prior. He wanted to know more about you but you were quick to leave. 

That third time, however, he was determined to know who you were. When the opportunity presented itself - him helping you carry things - he took it. Talking to you was easy; it felt like he'd known you forever. It was then that he also realized that he really liked you.

When he found out you were a doctor at the hospital where Law was so determined to work, along with the feeling of familiarity, he had started getting the suspicion that you were the doctor that they had been seeking. Everything checked out, the timeline seemed right. You had mentioned working at the hospital a long time as well and ‘knowing’ the doctor in question. 

But you were being tight lipped about it. He didn't really understand why, just respected your decision. 

He often found himself walking by the hospital, which is why he ended up visiting so often. It was as if some invisible force always guided him there, so he always made up some kind of excuse for why he was there. He had wanted to see you, even if only for a second. You just brightened his day so easily, took his breath away even. When he’d be there and happen to see you from across the waiting room, he could feel his breathing catch with excitement.

Then there was the surprise with your father. Corazon would admit it, that wasn't his best moment. He definitely could've handled it better. Learning that this kind and compassionate doctor that he had been falling for all this time was some heartless killer? The faceless scary story from a decade ago? He wasn't in the scene anymore, so he had no idea if you were as well. You denied that you were, but he refused to listen - like an idiot.

Some insane grim reaper being the nicest and warmest person he's ever met? He couldn't connect the two, but all the evidence pointed to being as such. However, that didn't stop his dumbass from doing something rash. 

He had expected to see the legendary killer when he confronted you. He had expected you to do a 180 and completely change your demeanor, to show him just why people feared you so. Only you didn’t do any of that. You just looked at him in a way that hurt more than any gunshot wound. 

You looked disappointed and betrayed; and he didn't blame you for it. Things had been going great - hell, he was going to ask you out. Then he had to go and be an idiot. You looked so tired at that moment, but also like you had been expecting it. And that somehow hurt even worse. If he could turn back time, he wouldn’t have reacted in that way.

He wasn’t going to lie, he was impressed by how easily you were able to dismantle his gun and how quickly too. For a moment, he had seen a glimpse of the person people feared, but he still only saw you. He saw the talent of the famed killer, but you were still you, just wounded and hurt. He should’ve apologized right then and there, only he didn’t and he honestly wasn’t sure why. Cowardice, probably. Resignation. The belief that he had already fucked up beyond repair - whatever word covers that.

Law found out immediately, apparently having seen the whole ordeal from a distance. Man, he wasn’t sure where the kid learned to scold like that, but he sure let Corazon have it. He let him do it, too. He deserved it. Law was right, he had completely fucked this up. He didn’t know how he’d ever make this up or have you forgive him. He had given up all hope, but Law kept pressing him to at least apologize. Again, cowardice stopped him. He couldn’t bring himself to face you.

Ultimately, he didn’t care where you came from. He was from the same underbelly, so it’d be hypocritical of him if he did. You also didn’t judge people where they were from, that much was obvious in your work - that was the whole point of your work. He thought you had to have hated him for the way he reacted; not that he blamed you.

He was forced to face you when he discovered you stumbling around the streets. He had slowly been building the confidence to talk to you again, but seeing you, he just clammed right back up. 

It also didn’t help that you were absolutely plastered, so he assumed that no matter what you talked about, you wouldn’t remember. He had decided he’d just take you to the hospital where he assumed someone would know how to take care of you from there. Then you went and ultimately broke down, thinking he was Marco. Hearing the hurt and pain in your voice made his own heart hurt. You cared so much about others that he felt foolish and stupid all over again for ever questioning your motives in the first place.

There wasn’t a single bad bone in your body. You had merely just been surviving before, just as he had. It’s not like it was your fault your dad used you to his advantage. It wasn’t your fault you were just that talented in fighting.

Then you dropped an absolute bomb on him when you hinted at the fact that you were the doctor that saved Law. Sure, he had already suspected it, but he had long forgotten that theory since the blow up. He was right back to square one, trying to connect all the dots. You were so heavily entangled in his life and he didn’t even realize it. Fate had played her hand and it took him too long to figure it out - at least that’s what he thought. 

He had decided that he needed to bite the bullet, ironically enough, and talk to you. Even if you didn’t forgive him, he wouldn’t blame you. You had every right to be angry at him for as long as you felt was right, but he wanted to be able to at least apologize and talk to you one more time. He just hoped you’d be willing to talk to him.

He had remembered Marco telling him that you enjoyed coffee and weren’t exactly a flowers type of person, so he figured a bouquet of coffee-flavored chocolates could say what he couldn’t. Only he didn’t exactly think of how wasted you had gotten the night before. When he showed up only to be told you weren’t in, he was bummed out. 

Then you showed up and it was as if fate was giving him a break. He was able to talk to you. He thought that being able to start with a clean slate, completely open and honest with you was the best way to go. Now that he thought about it, however, it was embarrassing the way he had went about it. You didn’t seem to mind too much, delivering the same kind of monologue that he did. 

It had given hope that he hadn’t completely crumbled everything. You were way too good for him.

Only he wasn’t really able to have a proper conversation with you about it for too long before your father had called you away. Shortly thereafter, his brother and Crocodile had shown up to take over the hospital. He had been ushered away with Law and his friends to a side of the hospital he had never seen. He just assumed it was the one you had spoken about. 

Despite this, he didn’t once suspect you were behind what was going on. He had already done that to you once and immediately regretted it. He knew you wouldn’t do anything like this. His worry for you only grew. Were you okay? Were you aware of what was going on? He just hoped that you would be fine. Though, you were the single most feared person in the area, so he knew you’d be able to handle yourself. It was clear that Doflamingo, Crocodile, and your father all feared you considering they took hostages. They wouldn’t have done that if they thought they could take you.

After all, you were just one person. They were that scared of you, that they used other means to get to you. Part of him hoped that you wouldn’t play into that trap and take them on anyway, but you were too kind. He knew you were going to do whatever you could to make sure no one was hurt.

Hell, even after he was shot, he didn’t blame you. There was no one else to blame besides the bastard that did it and himself. He knew that Doflamingo had been itching to shoot him since he laid eyes on him again. He knew the man would feel betrayed in whatever twisted way of thinking he had. He had fully prepared on dying in that moment when he raised the gun to him again. He had already silently apologized to you and begged for your forgiveness.

Then you came in like the aggressive ray of sunshine that you were. That cold look in your eye as you advanced on Doflamingo. That was the very person so many people feared, but you were his saving grace. He wasn’t going to lie, it did rile him up a little bit as he laid there bleeding out. He had felt bad that he didn’t notice Crocodile in time for you, but he was honestly struggling to keep his eyes open.

The cool headedness you displayed was honestly admirable. He could only watch you in awe as you were so calculated and so sure in your movements. It was like watching that Sora show that Law liked so much and you were the main character - a superhero.

When you came closer however, he would tell just how close to breaking down you really were. Dealing with everything, everything falling out of your grasp, all after losing a patient and while hungover? It was as if Fate was enjoying having you as her punching bag. Of course no one was really as cold and heartless as your father painted you to be. No one was invincible. He just wanted to hold you, but he could barely stay sitting up. 

He didn’t want to leave you that day, but he did. He knew he had to. You had a plan and he was going to let you carry it out, as much as he didn’t want to. He knew that if they weren’t there, you would’ve taken care of everyone in no time. He had felt like he held you back, not that he had meant to, but it’s just what happened.

You went radio silent and he did nothing but worry the entire time. He couldn’t do much as he healed from his injuries. He reached out to Marco several times, but even he was terrible at providing updates. The only one he really received was that you were at his place resting. He felt so much relief hearing that you were okay. He was able to relax a bit, but he was still worried about you. He knew you couldn’t have been doing well mentally.

Eventually, Marco reached out to him. He asked him to come and talk some sense into you. Nothing that he or Whitebeard were saying was going through. You had lost all motivation to do anything. You were withering away and they were worried about you. He wasn’t sure what he was going to be able to do, but he figured he’d give it a shot.

And, boy howdy, was he glad he did. Seeing you curled into bed in the fashion that you were, he knew that you weren’t doing good - not when he was used to seeing you in constant movement. Then there was the immediate decline of a meal. Marco had said you hadn’t been eating, so you had to be starving - whether you would admit it or not. He could definitely tell when you sat up. Your face had thinned out and your eyes looked gaunt. You hadn’t been taking care of yourself and were downspiralling faster than anyone could keep track of. 

He just wanted to hold you and tell you it was okay. And that's…kind of what he did. Well, after he completely biffed it and tripped over himself, but you had done the same. He had asked how you were doing and you had just unleashed on him. Everything that you had been holding back came out all at once. He had just been glad he was able to be there for you. 

After, you immediately seemed to do better. You just needed to let it all out. When you started to apologize, he almost wanted to laugh. The last person that should be apologizing was you. You didn’t do anything wrong. You did everything in your power to do everything right, to keep everyone safe. 

All he knew was that he was glad to see life in your eyes again. He just hoped he could provide more help. He wanted to be able to do anything for you. He knew you’d get your hospital back. He believed in you. You were smart, cunning - you’d figure it all out. You’d kick ass and take it over, it was just figuring out how first.

As he was thinking, he couldn’t help but realize that he, quite literally, fell for you. He chuckled softly, pulling you in closer as he kissed your head. He couldn’t be happier than when he was with you and he’d do anything for you. 

The thoughts in his head slowly dissipated as he fell asleep curled around you.

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[reds-skull]

Love love LOVEEE your depiction / modifications of Al-Qatala. I’d never noticed before how weird their actions in the game are until you pointed it out. Why the fuck Would a agitating liberation organization fuck with anything in Piccadilly???? I really love the differences and dynamics you highlighted between the ULF and Al Mudahiyn!

Hi, Thank you so much!

I kinda understand why they did this from the dev's POV, bc for them, a way to show an organization is "extremely dangerous" and "ruthless", is for them to come to the 141's home turf in the UK (because showing them harming people in Urzikstan or Russia wouldn't be "scary enough").

I'm glad you like Al Mudahiyn. They're definitely gonna show up in part 2, so I'll be interested to explore their motivations more in the future!

[gorbo-longstocking]

Hellooo!!! I was wondering if nemesis & nike is ever going to be updated?/gen not in like a snotty update now way!! I was just wondering if it has been discontinued! I’ve been daydreaming about it for a couple of months now lol, and was just wondering if I shouldn’t keep my hopes up for it to continue. I know you are working on a book (wow)! And obviously that takes priority, so I was just wondering if it was on hiatus? Or potentially discontinued? Either way is completely alright, I was just curious! 🥰

IT IS JUST A HIATUS DO NOT WORRY MY FRIEND!!!! ive been rotating nemesis & nike in my head like a rotisserie chicken for like a week now, although writing ANYTHING rn is genuinely super hard for me because i have the worst work schedule known to man 😭

no matter how many fics i inevitably start, i fully intend for finish them all one day!! im way too emotionally attached to them all to just leave them to rot unupdated on ao3 forever. the biggest L in the world is my adhd is basically the ratatootie rat piloting me like a meat puppet between hyperfixations, and i can genuinely only write for something if im hyperfixated on it. but i also have no control on what im hyperfixated on. because my brain is evil.

i actually have the first part of chapter 10 of nemesis & nike just chilling in my google docs :3 i have an eighteen day vacation coming up in august, though hopefully ill be able to write SOMETHING before then, that im praying ill be able to kick back and just go to town on one of my projects. writing is genuinely a passion for me, and my favorite part about it is sharing it with people, so i dont intend on stopping anytime soon. whether or not i will update one of my current fics or just say fuck it and start a new one is the real question, but eventually, nemesis & nike will get an update. one day. i dont know when, but itll happen. mark my words anon.

[shougojo]

can u guys go a day without being delusional?

[greenerteacups]

hello!!! i wanted to ask if Lionheart will mirror canon so there will be 7 books, or if you’ll extend the story to eighth year and their early careers!!! also, would you be ok with sharing if Lionheart will be a HEA or nah? 😭 i love you, i love your work 💖

Ah, thank you, you're so sweet! As of right now, my plan is to cover seven books, ending with the conclusion of the Second Wizarding War (whatever that looks like). The summary sort of tells you up front: Draco Malfoy meets a girl on a train, and then he ends a war. That's it, that's the story.

[toxicbrothel]

brothel sleepover masterlist 💕

Links are in order of the pics above. thank you for playing!! 💕

POV: Carter

POV: Sweet Pea

POV: Raider Joel

POV: Night walks neighbor

POV: Big Daddy

POV: Thighs Out

POV: Slasher's sex kitten

POV: Mabel

POV: brothel!Lincoln

POV: Dark Mode reader

POV: Last girl to suck Carter's dick

POV: Raider Harold

Brothel sleepover 2

[medievalthymes]

what was your favorite book in the rote series? :o

oh god that’s a tough one. The ending of royal assassin will always hold a special place in my heart because that’s when I felt myself falling in love with the series, but despite the pain it caused me, fools fate still holds the number one spot. It was just so elegantly crafted and the pieces that she had been building for the past 9 books all fell together so well. The dynamic between fitz and the fool in that book wrenched my heart out and then stitched it back in. Just so good. Other than that, I did like assassins fate, but I feel like there were just some conversations that needed to happen that didn’t in order for me to feel completely satisfied with the ending, despite me sobbing for like two hours trying to make it through the last 5% of the novel lmao.

Final answer:

1. Fools fate

2. Royal assassin

3. Assassins fate

[danothan]

YOU DIDNT ASK so im sorry in advance (especially because i wont be explaining this well) But. ill be so honest i dont think the t-shirt kon is bad in a vacuum like it could be cute 😭 i do think its genuinely kinda fun when the characters wear their own little merch. the t-shirt outfit is even kind of funny because hes literally just wearing a t-shirt and jeans 😭 i love kon no matter what!!

but in the context of the transition from young justice (the comic) and the gang "graduating" into the teen titans (vol.3) i feel like it was a regression for him. idk i read into kon and transness+being lgbt too much so ive seen interpretations of it being his internalized homo/transphobia because its also a time where he has a secret identity for the first time in small-town america... and i do enjoy that, but it was Not intended by the writes (especially considering who was writing him in the mid-late 2000s)

kon's character to start off is really about identity and the reclamation of it when he was intended to be a Thing, and how he struggled under the weight of acting like he thinks he should/expectations placed on him (especially because he did not have an alternate identity or a name at first, he was just superboy. THEN kon el and conner kent) and how he expresses himself by replacing a tag cadmus put on him with a gold earring and generally dressing in a flashy and flamboyant and alternative way

so then when we transition to the teen titans kon, they sort of......strip him of that expression of personality. hes put in a t-shirt and jeans. they take away his earring. hes put in a relationship w/ cassie sandsmark (who btw. is very wlw coded to match him in the YJ comic, and both of their designs suffered what we call the cishetifcation) that is ultimately so bad for their characters (meanwhile kon is written into the most gay coded friendship w/ tim drake for like. a decade.)

and the young justice cartoon is an adaptation that was attempting to take the teen titans run from the 80s i believe? and young justice 98-2003, AND the 00's teen titans run. (decades of story to work with and way too many characters and groups, leads the cartoon to, in my opinion, suffer from a too many cooks situation)

and it does not handle kons character very well at all either </3 AND they used the t-shirt design while sticking him in a very unhealthy relationship w/ a character hes never really interacted w/ much in the comics. so umm. TL;DR very mixed feelings on t-shirt conner

i do recommend reading young justice though <3 (AND IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY DESIGN !! tysm <333 the curly hair is a must <3) sorry for the essay i just wanted to expand on why i put the t-shirt boy in the "sigh" categories 😭

ah, when i said i liked t-shirt conner, i didn’t mean the outfit, i was specifically referring to the young justice cartoon’s characterization ^^; i do acknowledge that it was a mixed bag that was forced to cherrypick years of history as an adaptation, and i get why conner fans don’t see him as Their Conner, but i’m gonna be so real with you. i liked him a lot in the cartoon 😭 as a standalone show, the first season does a rly good job of letting you understand his struggles and thought process, there were a lot of moments that endeared me to his angst while also letting him still feel like a kid. but i think i’m also biased towards characters that default to anger as a trauma response (completely unrelated to recent events believe it or not! wacky coincidence tho! foreshadowing even…?)

conner and m’gann’s relationship was def not the most interesting to me, but it’s also not the worst one. i have other biases against. other couples. but i’m curious to see how it develops bc unhealthy or not, i wanna see how it affects the characters, ykwim? like i’m not in it for the shipping, even if we All know there’s a better conner ship U__U

idk i just feel worn out by comics cynicism bc while i get it (i’m a hal fan, by god do i get it), i also don’t want to treat anything in dc too sacred. it’s more fun for me personally to view new iterations/adaptations as puzzles to work out rather than view them as character assassinations if even that. there are some truly unsalvageable things out there, but i generally think there’s smth good to gain in everything. and the young justice cartoon gave me a t-shirt conner to gain in my heart, so i can’t fault his character change too much as drastic as it is

all of this to say tho: the alt look is obviously superior. NOTHING beats a cropped jacket <3

[manifestmerlin]

Anyways I had to rush a semi major assignment done in like. An Hour before it was due after trying and failing to work on it allll night and getting no sleep at all. Why? Because i was busy reading Alternate Universe by Unda and going insane thoughts in the tags.

[robyn-goodfellowe]

❤, 👑, and 🏷 for the writers ask? ^^

okay so ❤ is showing as ❤️ for me? so am hoping its the right one, if not... i am sorry 🙏🏾💦

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

there's SO many its always so hard to choose. SO! i'm actually going to choose two lines from something i haven't published and won't publish respectively ;3c i think this counts as a cop out but it's fine

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

LONG FICS MY BELOVED!!!! if im not dedicating four years of my life telling the most niche and self indulgent story to a mostly dead fandom then whats the point

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

there is something wrong with me

[tiktaaliker]

fuck man i used to be soooo anti audiobook but holy shit sometimes the audiobook is in fact better. its reallly touch and go sometimes but occasionally the reader just fucking NAILS it and i cant think of the story without thinking about the narration

[eupheme]

— come on and show me

[part ii | part iii | masterlist]

logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson

rated e - 5.5k

tags: Logan POV, MMF threesome, jealous!logan, reader is wade's girl, mutual pining/crushes all around, voyeurism, dirty talk, open relationship, oral sex, fingering, Logan doms both of them, 69ing, fucklicking, ball worship, come eating, PiV

a/n: I want them to kiss and I also want them to kiss reader to here this is! 💕

Right now, all he can hear is Wade running his goddamn mouth. Drowning out the sounds you make - so fuckin’ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.

There’s one thing that Logan knows for sure - and it’s that Wade’s not doing it right. Not like he would.

(or - Logan tries to shut Wade up, and it doesn’t quite go as expected)

Logan can hear Wade from here.

Running that goddamn mouth already, and the sun’s only barely up.

Can hear you, too. The little whimpers that you try bite back. He can imagine the way your teeth sink into your lip - the thought has him shifting in his chair, breakfast forgotten.

So fuckin’ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.

Knows he could make you even louder, too. It’s almost like he’s at the mansion again, looking at another toy he can’t touch.

What a waste.

The sounds crescendo, the chanting of a name layered with that endless babble that makes his teeth grind, before the sound breaks.

Trying not to look interested when the door opens a few minutes later. Snatching up the newspaper that’s been sitting on the cluttered tabletop for a month now, flicking it open.

Ignoring how Wade strolls out, adjusting the waistband on a pair of grey sweats that are hanging way too low on his hips for comfort.

Rummaging around for a bottle of water, the glow of the fridge illuminating the curve of his ass. The cut of the pants look familiar, Logan's eyes narrowing as he wonders if those are his missing pair-

The edge of the paper flicking up again into place again, just as Wade stretches - bending further, before the bottle is snatched from the back.

Logan huffs.

“Hey roomie,” Wade hums, flicking the cap at him. It sails through the air, disappearing into his forgotten cup of coffee with a little 'plunk', “Don’t let me interrupt that killer Ed Tom Bell impression you’ve got going on, just hydrating for round two.”

“Ooh,” A cock of his hip, as he turns - head tilting as he thinks, “Does that make me Josh Brolin? God, I love him.”

“That’s all?” Logan’s eyebrows lift as he sneers - ignoring another reference he doesn’t understand, “Been going at it for a while.”

As soon as he says it, he regrets it. Opening himself up for an attack. He can already hear the sing-song response at the admittance that he’s been listening.

Screwing the Pavlovian pooch, with the way that he's more than aware that his dick’s half-hard. The result of taking care of himself one too many times - an attempt at getting himself back to sleep, pretending that he isn’t jerking himself off to the beat of the frame that bangs against the walls.

Luckily, Wade zeros in on the exact wrong part. Sputtering, as water drips down his chin, “That’s all? What do you mean, that’s all?”

“You heard me,” The paper crinkles in his fist, “In fact, I’m surprised you even got round one off. Much less that she’s sticking around for another.”

“You wound me, and yet, flatter.” Wade’s hand flattens over his heart, “I never knew you thought about me like that.”

“I haven’t been thinking about you, you ass,” Logan snarls, teeth bared, “I just know that if you’re talking, then you’re not doing it right.”

Wade grins at that, teeth scraping over his lower lip as they stretch wide.

Eyes flicking over his form, assessing in a way that has Logan bristling - voice going syrupy-smooth, “Is that right? You think you can do better, mutton chops?”

The breath he inhales is ragged. That feeling back again - an urge to curl his hand around Wade’s throat, and squeeze.

“Yeah,” Logan growls out, “Yeah, I fucking do.”

The table shakes as Wade plops himself down on the edge, a leg crossing over the other. Interest gleaming in his eyes as his head tilts towards the bedroom door.

“Alright. Bring on the magic tricks, Angier.” His hands splay wide, wiggling, “Gonna show me how to make your fingers disappear?”

Logan glares, his eyes flicking down to where the fleece pulls across his hips.

“Right.” He spits, “Like you’ve got another in you?”

“Hey now, pookums. Marvel Jesus, remember?” Wade’s hand makes a sweeping gesture in front of his crotch, “Just give me three minutes and I’ll have risen.”

“That’s disgusting.” Logan barks, “And get off the table.”

If anything, it makes Wade sit harder. His legs pivoting until he can spread his thighs on either side of the paper, ankles dangling off the edge.

“Disgusting?” His tone pitches up, “Says the man that’s rocking a stiffy. Gonna jerk it at the breakfast table when I leave? You know Blind Al eats there.”

The paper twitches reflexivity in his hands, and Wade’s smile pulls wider as Logan shoots him a death glare, lips curling over teeth.

“Why the fuck would I do something like that?”

Wade hums, “Call it an educated wish.”

“Call it an educated get-the-fuck-out-of-here.” Logan scoffs. His eyes flicking towards the bedroom, the door still shut, “You’re talking like she wants this.”

Wade’s finger presses at the edge of the newspaper he’s hiding behind, and Logan bats his hand away.

He’s still not gotten used to all the skin, he doesn’t know where to look. The slightest shift back in his chair, but he’s already pressed up against the wall.

“Oh please, as if we don’t take turns roleplaying as you,” Wade sighs longingly, “This would be a wet dream come true.”

His eyes narrow then, as his tongue runs across his lip. Voice dropping again, coaxing.

“Look,” Wade says it like he’s leveling with him - talking man-to-man,“If you wanted to fuck her, peanut, all you had to do was ask.”

And for a moment, Logan truly considers it. Not just the fantasy that’s been playing through his head for weeks.

Weirder shit has happened, he supposed.

He’s already been claw-deep into Wade’s guts. A brawl in that shitty van that lasted until morning. Bound tip-to-tip in the void for god knows how long.

Getting walked in on in the bathroom at least twice in the last month. A gleeful “mind if I cut in?”, before Logan’s fist is sending him into the vanity.

The last time it took a full week to get the sink fixed.

Not to mention that Wade apparently seems so certain that his clothes were now their clothes.

So fucking keen on sharing.

So it wasn’t a stretch to think he might want to share you, too.

There’s something caught between his teeth, heavy on his tongue. About to loosen, when the door is opening.

Swallowing them down as you step through, thighs bare under a too-big t-shirt. Arms wrapping around Wade’s shoulders as your lips press against his cheek.

“Thought you were coming back, Red.” You coo. Drawn out by the sound of bickering as you had basked in your afterglow.

“Morning, Logan.” A smile sent his way after, turning sheepish, “You’re up early. Hope we didn’t wake you.”

He grunts in reply. Pretending there wasn’t a little jolt in his stomach at the sound of his name. That he hadn’t been thinking about spreading you across this table, lifting the hem of your shirt up-

If he’d been in your bed, no one would have had to wonder.

The whole damn floor would’ve been woken up.

“He thinks I fuck bad, so I’m gonna prove he’s wrong,” Wade adds in, cheerfully, “That okay with you, gorgeous?”

Logan glares over the top of his paper. A rough clearing in his throat as your eyebrows lift, glancing his way.

He hadn’t really meant to bring you into this, or at least, that’s what he’s telling himself.

That eye contact dropping, as you lean into Wade, your chin propped on his shoulder, “Is that right? How are you going to do that?”

Logan’s answer comes out flat, as he examines an ad in the bottom corner of the page,“I’m not doing anything.”

Wade sighs, his head knocking back against your shoulder.

“Come on, Wolvie. I would love for you to prove me wrong,” He needles, digging deep, “Put your money where my cock should be.”

Logan still doesn’t look up, “Not interested, I’m busy.”

The sigh that pulls from his lungs is long, a near-whine.

“What, with reading?” He exclaims, “Jesus you really are old. The retirement home called, they’re missing a resident.”

Logan’s eyes snap up now, narrowing, “Fuck. Off.”

With a sigh, Wade fucks off. Legs curling, until he’s rolling off the table. Your hand fitting in his, a water bottle tucked under your arm as you head back towards the room.

“The offer still stands!” He calls.

A beat, before you turn.

“Logan?” You call, as he’s helpless - his eyes pulling away. Drawn to you.

A little wink sent his way. Your finger gesturing towards his chest, as you smile.

“Your paper’s upside down.”

Logan’s still not quite sure how he got here. His feet moving on his own, fingers catching the bedroom door just as it starts to close.

Almost backing out when he sees the look of Wade’s face, pleased as fucking punch.

Standing by the edge of the bed now, as you kneel on it in front of him. Fingers slipping across his chest - curious, with the way your eyes flicker over his face. Eager, though you hide it well.

“So what exactly did you tell Wade to get him so worked up?” Your fingers twine around his neck, as his find your hips.

He hums at that - flicking towards his roommate before they find yours again.

“All I said was that if I can hear his mouth running from out there,” Logan’s fingers dent into soft skin, tugging you closer, “He can’t be doing a good job.”

There’s a shift off to the side. Wade sinking down into the beanbag chair he pulled up,“Can you believe that? As if I don’t have a good grade in my oral and my dickabilties.”

“A gold star, babe.” You shoot him a tender smile, before they focus on Logan again. Shoulder lifting, as your grin grows, “I mean, Merc with a Mouth, right? Seems like part of the package.”

He huffs, eyes dropping to your lips.

“You think it’s good,” Logan’s tone is almost pitying, “But it’s only because you haven’t had better.”

That pulls a gasp from your throat, eyebrows lifting.

“Yeah, I think you’re trying to emasculate me, but honestly…” Wade’s hand splays wide over his crotch, “Sploosh.”

“Sploosh.” You echo softly, and he can feel you shift closer. Can smell the fresh curl of arousal that heats your skin, as his hands ghost higher. A small smile, as your head tilts, “So you just all talk then, or…”

“No.” Logan scoffs, “No, I’m not.”

He closes the gap, more certain now. Mouth pressing against yours, as you squeak - tense in his arms, until you go liquid.

Soft tits pressed to his chest as his tongue sweeps against your lips. Swallowing a pretty moan as they part for him, his own groan rumbling in his chest as his hands wander.

Slipping down, ghosting against skin. Feeling the goosebumps that rise, as he draws circles against your hip. His name whimpered, and it shoots straight to his cock.

Not even a heartbeat, before the chatter begins.

“Bet your pussy’s wet already, isn’t it baby?” He coos, “A kiss like that, it’s even got me a little worked up. And I’m just producing this show.”

Logan’s eyes crack open as he glares, “You’re not producing shit, asshole.”

“Ooh, I bet you SO wish you worded that in a different way-”

You huff against his mouth, your touch guiding him back. The thought lingers, curiosity burning. Letting his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, knuckles brushing your thigh.

Tracing around to the curve of your ass, his wide palm splaying out, then squeezing against bare flesh.

“Is he right?” He rasps, his lips brushing against yours. Half-hating that he’s letting Wade get in his head, but the thought-

You gasp again, and his teeth flash with his smirk, “Are you wet for me already, sweetheart?”

“She’s been since she first saw you. Goddamn Niagara Falls,” Wade’s voice has softened - teasing now, “Isn’t that right, gorgeous?”

An amused shake of your head, as something silent passes between them. Logan doesn’t pretend to know how your relationship works - other than the fact that Wade was willing to do anything to save this world for you.

And that there’s something inside him that tightens - a flicker in his belly - whenever he looks at you. Whenever Wade flirts with him. That sharp annoyance from their meeting slowly bleeding out with each day goes by.

Something else taking root, the more time he spends with both of you. He’s not good with his emotions. Doesn’t want to name that ache when he saw you together.

A silent wish, with his shifting daydreams. With the jerk of his fist in the morning. Imaging you in his bed, at first. And then, more - two sets of hands. Two mouths at his cock, and then he’s suddenly coming harder than he has before.

He’s become greedy, the more you both give him.

“Show me.” It’s a command, soft and low.

Logan can feel your thighs press together, that little squirm. Tucking this new discovery away as you lean back, eyes dark with desire.

The briefest hesitance, before your fingers loosen from him. Slipping down, under the hem of your shirt. The nails on your other hand bite into his shoulder as you sigh - two fingers gliding through the wet folds of your pussy.

Pulling them back for him to see. Glistening, your arousal stringing between them. His hand is already curling around your wrist. No resistance as he tugs - guiding your fingers past his lips as they part.

Sucking the sweet taste of you as he groans, deep in his chest. Eyes fixed on yours so he can see the way yours widen, feeling how your fingers flex against the swipe of his tongue.

“Logan.” You sigh his name, and it only makes his moan - eyes shutting as you press down against his tongue. The need slipping into your voice, pleading.

“I wanna feel your mouth. Show me, too,” You sigh, as you slip from him, “Show me what you meant.”

Christ, he’s been aching for this. Eager to drown himself in your pussy, if you’d let him.

There’s a sharp clap that forces his eyes open. Wade’s enthusiasm as he drags the bag closer, chin cradled in his hands.

“Yeah, Logan. You gonna show us your dickabilites, or what?”

He shoots him a withering look. Softening before he turns to you, his chin tipping up.

“Lay back on the bed for me, sweetheart.”

You listen so sweetly, and it makes his cock throb. A quick dart of your eyes over to your boyfriend, who only nods.

“Take that off, baby,” Wade coos, “Show him how pretty you are.”

He’s not sure when he started letting Wade make orders, but for once he’s not wanting to argue about his suggestions.

Because fuck, you are pretty. No arguing with that.

Letting his eyes sweep over every inch that is revealed, as you lift the hem of your shirt. The curve of your hips, your soft tits that he can’t wait to get his mouth on.

Baring yourself, as you lean back against the pillows. His eyes are fixed on your cunt, already fitting himself between your thighs. Fingers reaching - ready to part you open. Taste you himself, bury his tongue inside you.

Your hand reaches out, pushing against his shoulder.

“Wait, you too.” You pout, “Let’s play fair, okay?”

He huffs, lips quirking. Hands catching the hem as he tugs his own shirt off, Wade diving for it as he tossed it towards the floor.

Twin gasps rise, and if he was a much younger man, he may have blushed.

“Fuck.” Wade groans, a hand dropping down his crotch and squeezing.

You’re already leaning forward, a hand flattening against his skin. A soft "wow" slipping from your lips - feeling the way his muscles jump as you slide over his pecs, the thick hair covering them.

A hand hooking around his shoulder - a smirk hidden as you tug him down on top of you.

Soft, beneath him. Those needy whines he loves so much caught between your teeth as he noses at your neck. Teeth nipping at skin, an urge to leave a mark for later.

That cry finally loosened as he moves down. Teeth and tongue biting and soothing at the tight peaks of your nipples. Broad hands cupping and squeezing, liking the way they fit in his palms. The way you moan, arching into his touch.

“Give me more of that,” He murmurs against your skin, "I want to hear you."

Your body tensing beneath his when he settles between your thighs. They have to spread, to fit his shoulders. Opening you up, putting you on display.

Watching how you clench - a throaty chuckle as his thumb presses just shy of your folds. Tugging you open, seeing how your skin glistens with slick already.

“Pretty fucking sight, you know that?” His eyes flip up to yours.

You’re propped up on your elbows. Teeth sinking into your lip, breath held as your eyebrows slant in anticipation. Lips parting with his words, a minute shift of your hips.

“You should see it when it’s stuffed full. Boston cream's got nothing on her."

There’s an embarrassed groan of his name. Logan ignores him - letting his thumb rub against the tight nub of your clit, instead. Your word turning into a sharp, inhaled breath.

Teasing, each circle achingly slow. Aware of the two sets of eyes on him, burning his skin. A low ache in his belly, his glaze fixing on yours, watching as you inhale as his mouth lowers.

A soft lick, tongue lapping against your slit. Tasting you more thoroughly, dragging against soaked skin, as his fingers tease at your entrance.

Focusing on your clit, tight flicks with his tongue. Letting his lips suck on the tight bud, as he sinks down to one knuckle, then another. A second finger slipping in once you get used to him, making room for himself as he scissors you open.

He can hear the soft, wet sound of your cunt, with each plunge of his fingers. Flexing and curling them until he can feel you clamp down.

The quiet sounds you make - soft breaths and gasps - turning louder. Panting now, as you whine. Hips lifting to meet the curl of his tongue, until he pulls back.

“Should be hearing this,” Logan grits out. A quick glance towards Wade as his fingers pound into you, “Not you talking out of your ass.”

There’s silence for a long moment, the words coming out distracted.

“You talk about my ass an awful lot for a man who pretends he's not interested,” Wade manages, slowly, “You change your mind about that, too?”

His breath shallow, as Logan growls in annoyance. Attention returning back to you. Fingers working faster, head dropping again to tongue at your clit.

A leg hooks over his shoulder - a heel digging into his back, tugging him closer. Logan loses himself - growling into your pussy. His own hips pressing down into the bed, as he tugs at his belt and button, relieving the too-tight ache of denim.

Feeling how you leak against his palm, tighten around his fingers. Chase that winding pleasure as you arch into his mouth. A hand drifting off the bed, reaching. Grasping.

“Logan.” You’re begging again, pleading. For more, for anything. For him not to stop, and he leans into the way you tug at his hair, guiding him to the right spot.

You come with your fingers entwined with Wade’s. With your thighs clamped against Logan's ears as he rips a cry from you - long and loud - threatening to suffocate him.

Would be the way he’d choose to die, if he could.

The sounds come flooding back, as your thighs loosen. Boneless and languid, your smile wide as your fingers trace his scruff, the sharp curve of his jaw.

Perhaps he was wrong, to think he could silence Wade entirely. Your orgasm has only made him more vocal - complaints about how “fucking hard he is” mixing with rambling praise.

“Wilson.” He finds himself growling. Beckoning with two fingers, as Wade practically springs from the bag.

“Oh my GOD,” Wade is gushing, clambering onto the bed with him, “This is way better than joining the Avengers. Even if they do have Thor.”

“Huge praise.” You smile drunkenly, pushing yourself up to press your mouth against his.

And under his direct instructions, Logan finds that Wade almost listens.

“Get on your back,” He points, as you scooch to make room.

"Ooh, dirty." Wade grins, splaying out on his back, hands tucked under his head.

“No,” Logan makes a frustrated sound - ignoring another comment. A twirl of his finger, “The other way.”

His head is cradled near your hips now, legs stretched out toward the pillows.

Logan’s next words are a growl, “Now, clean her up.”

Wade groans, as he catches up.

“Fuck.” He whines, “Yeah. Come here, baby.”

Hands guiding you into place, your knees framing his head, as you face towards the headboard. Wade’s mouth already tipping up to meet you, a soft moan as his tongue swipes against your slit.

“I don’t want to hear you until she comes.” Logan rasps, and he can see the way Wade’s hips lift.

Just now catching the darkened fabric, where it tents.

Another thing to catalog.

Content for now to let his hands drift as he stands behind you at the edge of the bed, his chest pressing to your back. Sucking a mark in the hollow under your ear, feeling the buzz of your whine against his lips.

Hands cupping your breasts again, feeling their weight. Pinching at the tight peaks, before his thumb is smoothing over them.

Your eyes are blown wide, fingers curling against your thighs. Panting as the overstimulation tips towards pleasure, the feel of the sweet mouth below you soft and familiar.

Shifting as you sit, rocking back to where Logan’s cock presses against your lower back. His hands tugging at the zipper, shoving his jeans down as he works himself free. Kicking them off, after.

You gasp when you see him from over your shoulder, and he can’t help the way he twitches in his hand at the sound. Can’t pretend he isn’t leaking from tasting you, his cock heavy as he lets go to let it hang between his thighs.

“Fuck, that’s not fair.” It’s muffled, and you hum in agreement as Wade lifts you to get a better look, “God didn’t make you perfect enough as-is? Just had to make you proportional, you goddamn stallion.”

A derisive sound as his arm wiggles out from under you, fingers reaching.

“And Jesus H. Christ, look at the girth-”

Logan bats his hand away.

It should annoy him. That Wade isn’t listening. That he’s commenting on his cock - but it doesn’t.

Can’t help but think that in here, in this room, the chatter isn’t so bad. Would never admit that he’s wrong, just that when he’s admiring and not on a dumb-as-fuck tangent, it’s almost - flattering.

Maybe that’s too far. Tolerable, perhaps.

“You want my mouth?” You offer sweetly, breaking into his thoughts. Hungrily.

There’s a flash of white teeth as Logan smiles. A hand pressing gently against your back, until you’re stretched out over Wade.

“No. I’m still gonna fuck you, baby.” He rasps, “Just wanted a little peace and quiet while doing it.”

You moan, thighs inching wider. Head turned so you can watch the way he moves behind you. Adjusting your hips until your ass is in the air, his fingers gripping the base of his cock as he lines himself up.

“Keep going, Wilson.” He grits out, when the man goes still beneath them.

A rough chuckle rattles.

“Not a fucking chance, human tripod. I am SO watching this.”

Fuck it. He lets him.

Letting the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Wade’s arms curling around your thighs, holding you in place as you string tight above him.

“God, it’s even bigger from this angle. Feels like I’m in a goddamn eclipse right now.”

“Why do you sound surprised, babe?” Your voice is strained. Face buried against Wade’s stomach, fingers curled in the sheets, “I thought you guys fucked in the void.”

That fleeting curl of warmth leaves him.

“We what?” Logan growls, leaning back to glare at the peek of dark brown eyes, the top of a bald head he wants to slap.

Teeth bared, as he snarls, “We didn’t fuck. I beat the shit out of him in a goddamn van.”

“All night long.” Wade laughs - and then sighs fondly, “And isn’t that just the same thing?”

Fingers encircle his cock from below before he can retort, squeezing. A tug as he guides him into the tight clench of your pussy, and Logan thinks he really should just shove his claws into Wade’s dick.

But that desire bleeds away, as you stretch around him. The twin groans from beneath him, the sounds blending together.

“Oh,” You moan, clenching around him. Back arching, as he slips in another inch, “Makes sense. Was… was just wondering why it took you so long to join us.”

Logan goes still for a moment, with this new information. A realization that he could have had this the whole time, if he had asked.

That Wade hadn’t been joking before.

He groans, hips snapping forward. A grunt below as your knees squeeze against Wade’s throat, but from the way you squirm, Logan can tell that his mouth is at work again.

Teasing at your clit, as his own hips slowly start to move. Feet planting on the bedroom floor as his hands fit against your waist.

Using the leverage to drive himself deep. Hips flush as his balls slap against your skin, growing sticky with your release.

“This is hot, this is so fucking hot,” Wade groans, babbling as he sucks in a breath, “I’m so going to jerk my dick raw thinking about this later.”

And with the reminder, he supposes he can throw his roommate a bone.

“Come on, baby,” Logan rasps - reaching. A little nudge against your chin, angling your head, “Looks like he needs a little help.”

It’s benevolent. It’s selfish - his fingers biting into skin as you realize what he means. Watching as you tug at the waistband of Wade’s sweatpants, pushing them down.

The man moans, from between your thighs. Sweet nothings mumbled as your hand wraps around his cock, angling it into your waiting mouth.

Watching how the leaking tip presses into your cheek. The buck of his hips as you fist moves, while you suck - your spit slicking up his cock.

It looks like the rest of him. Mottled skin, the tip flushed a deeper shade of red. Long and thick in your hand - Logan’s cock throbbing at the way you swallow him down, how your lips part to make him fit.

His pace picking up. Pounding into your tight, wet cunt as Wade groans against your clit. Tongue lapping and licking, winding you higher as Logan drives you towards a second.

Slowly drifting, as the flicks of his tongue grow longer. The tip pressing against your folds, as you groan around his cock.

Further down. Tasting the tang of your release - the salt of skin where you’re split open, stretched wide.

And then further. Logan jerks, as something wet drags along his shaft.

“Wade.” It comes out as a rough growl. Pitching into a huffing whine when it happens again, flattening against the heavy weight of his balls.

Choking him, as his rhythm stutters. Hips flexing into you as he grinds himself flush, teeth gritting.

“Fuck.” It’s hushed, pulled from his lungs.

Having to find himself again - hold back the urge to come right that second - as you squirm beneath him. Wade’s tongue traveling from your clit to the tight seam of his sack, his hips rocking in your mouth.

Finding a rhythm together, Logan’s head tilting back. The room filled with lewd sounds of their joining, of wet mouths and the rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall.

Lucky that Al was out for the morning, or else they’d never hear the end of it.

Your cries pitch up, as his cock drags against the spot his fingers found. Something clenching deep in his guts, eyes dragging down to how you look wrapped around him. The pink peek of tongue beneath, how the combination makes his toes curl.

Imagining another morning. Sharing you in another way, his cock buried in your ass while your lover fills your cunt. Whimpering between them, unable to form words.

The sound you make now are not that different - the cadence of your panting is one he’s coming to recognize.

“You close, sweetheart?” He rasps, arcing over you, “Can feel your pussy clenching around me. So fucking tight, can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock.”

It pulls a moan from you, head lifting from Wade’s cock. Resting against his stomach, as your hand wraps around him. The jerk of your fist messy, off rhythm.

“Yeah, you are.” Logan hums, as his hips rut into you, “Come on, Wilson. Make our girl come.”

There’s a rough groan. Wade listens for once, head tilting to suck at your clit. Logan concentrating on the angle that makes you cry out, a hand fisting in the sheets.

Their names a mumbled mess on your lips, as you’re yanked higher and higher. Your moans pitching up, growing louder.

Just like his dreams. Even better, really.

“Please,” You whine, “I’m, I’m-”

A high-pitched gasp, then, as your face buries against Wade’s hips. As your pussy clamps down around his cock, fluttering with the steady saw of his hips.

“Good fucking girl.” The praise is soft, as his thumbs rub circles against your skin, “That’s it, let him taste how sweet you are.”

Working together, the tight licks against your clit going lazy again. Dipping to your entrance to taste your release against his shaft, Wade’s cock leaking and bobbing against his stomach.

Drawing out your pleasure, until the stars fade from your half-lidded eyes. Until the rushing in your veins ebb, and the pulse around his cock fades.

A low sigh, before Logan’s reaching - his chin tucking against your shoulder. His hand curling around yours, guiding it back to Wade's cock.

“Don’t forget about him.” Another command, but gentle this time. His hand moving with yours, palm mapping your knuckles as he sets a rhythm, “There you go.”

He could let go. You’ve found yourself again, eyes hazy. But he keeps his hand there. Keeps a pace that is so much firmer than your own, his own hips matching the rhythm as he chases his own end.

Wade’s groan replaces yours. A hand leaving your thigh to wrap around his, biting down hard into muscle. It only drives him deeper into you. Logan’s own moan bitten back as the tongue against his dick slips against his sack again.

Then against the thin layer of skin just behind, teasing.

“Fuck.” It’s a rough growl.

His hand works faster, teeth gritting. Feral sounds caught in his throat, as the pressure in his belly grows.

The last thing he sees before he comes is the drips of white against his knuckles. The warmth, a ragged groan against the inside of his thigh. Your mouth closing around to catch the rest, taking Wade’s cock into your throat with a soft sigh.

It robs him of his breath. A shuddering moan, as he grinds himself deep. Spilling into you again and again with each pulse of his cock, blood rushing in his ears.

Legs threatening to give as he empties himself, as his chest presses flush against your back. His face buried in your hair, as your tongue traces his knuckles. Cleaning them, as he did for you.

When he can, Logan eases from you with a grunt. Watching how you gape, then clench, now empty.

A bead of his release welling up, dripping against your skin. You go to move, but Wade’s hands curl around your calves - pulling you flush.

It’s hard to look away, as he licks away Logan’s come. A sharp ache of desire with the sound of a needy groan, as his tongue dipping inside.

Maybe Wade doesn’t have such a bad mouth, after all.

Logan’s arm is numb, but he can’t bring himself to move. Can’t remember a time when he’d let his brain turn off like this. A brief moment of silence, and it’s bliss. His world standing still.

“So that’s how you do it.” You muse quietly, dizzily. Head cradled against his chest - fingers dragging through the hair, gently scratching.

A stirring on his other side, where Wade is using his bicep like a pillow.

“Mm, I don’t think I got it,” Wade counters, but it’s soft - hazy at the edges. “Think I missed a couple steps. Was that round two or three?

"Three," You say - as Logan grunts, "Two."

The fingers on his chest drift down, dipping over his stomach.

“Well, either way...” You hum, snuggling a little closer, “Maybe you oughta show us, one more time.”

Wade flips over then, chin propped in his hand, “At least. Maybe even twice. We’re bad learners, peanut. Dumb as fucking rocks, really.”

“Mhmm,” You sigh, “Really dumb. Can't even count.”

And he can’t stop the twitch of his lips, even with his eyes closed. Had forgotten what it was like to be warm like this.

To be wanted.

And maybe, he even feels… content.

Something he never thought he’d be, again.

thank you so much for reading! it means so much and I am so happy to be dipping my toes into these pairings💖