#throuple?

[heretherebedork]

The question isn't do they love each other, the question is who else do they love and who else loves them?

[yellow-dejavu]

[annaberunoyume]

I think I might be homoflexible. I clearly have love and lust for women, yet, I think I could fall in love (NOT in lust) (and want to kinda have a kid with him, and a woman, in a throuple) with a cis man as well...Or maybe a trans man. PLEASE HELP ME FIGURE IT OUT IN THE COMMENTS. I NEED HELP.

[genocidalfetus]

Brain Rot Thot

My brain is seeing a possible throuple ship for Vilem. Dunno if it will happen, but my brain keeps screaming VILEM KERRY AND DINO DINOVIC....hmmmm....

[virijuol]

how can you be a wolverine fan and not also be a multishipper? that man is a WHORE

[kit-williams]

I really like this dynamic

Where Simon is allowed to share what someone else has like the idea that he is too scared or feels unworthy to get something of his own and is eager to share.

When Johnny takes Simon to his home, and you open the door, Simon's heart stops beating. You direct that lovely smile he's fallen in love with at Johnny as you hug him and usher him inside. Simon's frozen in place, his body refusing to move, because gods, you're a fucking dream.

And then you turn your attention towards him, with ruddy cheeks and pink lips and a delicate neck he could easily wrap his hand around—

"You must be Simon!" and his cock starts to stir. All you said was his name, in that angelic voice of yours, and his blood started to rush to his groin.

When you move to wrap your arms around him in an embrace, he finally breaks from his trance and returns it. Barely. It's awkward— one arm coming up to inelegantly pat your upper back a little too hard, and the other stiff at his side. But you seem completely unbothered, just giving him one last squeeze and step back, holding both of his arms in your dainty hands, and you say, "It's great to meet the one that keeps my Johnny safe. Now, come on in, make yourself at home!"

Simon timidly walks inside, and closes the door behind him, and utters, "Thank you for lettin' me stay here."

The joyful laughter you let out sends exquisite prickles up his spine. "He actually speaks! I'm surprised, Johnny said it took a bit for you to warm up to others," and you give another stomach-fluttering giggle. "You're welcome here any time, Simon. Now let me take you to the room you'll be staying in."

Simon has to carry his duffle bag in front of him as you lead him to the guest room to cover the throbbing erection he's got. When you leave him to freshen up, he wastes no time in pulling his jeans down and taking himself in his hand, stroking firmly. When his imagination paints a picture of you wearing an apron while cooking a meal for him, his vision blurs as he climaxes.

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Simon knows he's atypical. He has no real decorum. He tells piss-poor dark jokes, inadvertently stares at people when he's lost in thought— and since he's been here, Simon likes to shadow you.

But you don't seem to mind any of it. You laugh at his jokes, the ones Johnny never fails to scoff in disgust at, you tilt your head innocently towards him, silently questioning his intense gaze — and it's so fucking adorable that he's come to that look 8 times in the last 3 days— and you always ask him to reach for things that are out of your reach because you know he's around. (Johnny made a joke once, said that you're being haunted by a ghost, and the quip you replied with as you came to his defense had him dizzy.)

His favorite thing about you though, is how unafraid you are of him. You had rounded a corner and saw his skull mask for the first time, and had you been like any other woman, you would've been startled. But you hadn't been— If anything, you asked him if he wanted it fixed.

"I can see a couple of tears here, Simon. I can patch it up if you like."

It was so deliciously domiciliary that he counted each stitch of his mended mask with his thumb as he touched himself that night.

And then, through the thin walls of the home, he suddenly heard your dulcet moans. He quickly got up and put his skills to use— silently crossing the living room and leaning against the wall closest to your bedroom door.

The bed repeatedly creaked and every choked moan that left you, Simon heard clearly. He hastily took out his achingly hard cock, spit on his palm, and stroked himself to the rhythm of the slapping of skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fucked himself to the thought of him being the one in there with you.

He has no doubt that you'd feel heavenly. Your slick cunt swallowing his turgid length, walls almost painfully tight around him. You'd beg for him to hammer into you, relentlessly, mercilessly. You'd tell him to bite the crook of your shoulder once you were about to come around his cock, and when he actually hears you reach your peak, he rhythmically tightens and loosens his grip, imitating your fluttering walls. His toes are curling inside his socks, he's so bloody close—

And then Simon hears your lascivious voice murmur, "Come in me."

He bites his lip so hard it splits under the pressure as he comes. Tiny, hushed whimpers seeped from behind his mouth, as hot cum spilled onto his fingers, and trickled onto the floor.

The only noise Simon can hear now is his own shaky breath— the fun's over on both sides, it seems. He looks down, gives his softening cock one more stroke, wringing out the last of his seed, before tucking himself away, and sluggishly wiping his mess off the floor with his foot.

He quietly moves, heading back to his room, when he spots your laundry basket in the utility room.

Simon has never believed in luck until now when he's sniffing your knickers in the privacy of the guest room, and he realizes they've been worn. And by how strong the smell of you is, they've been used very recently. He felt like he won the goddamn lottery.

Wrapping it around his cock, he touches himself. Again. And when he comes, he makes sure to spurt his cum directly onto the gusset of the undergarment.

Come morning, when they're all stiff and crusted, he laments that he didn't lick them first, in a pitiful bid to experience a taste of you, before stowing them into a secret compartment in his bag. He makes a mental note to remember to do just that when he takes another pair.

Simon wordlessly makes a cup of tea later, hissing as the hot liquid comes in contact with the small wound on his lip, when Johnny approaches him.

"Mornin' LT."

A grunt is his only reply.

Johnny then shoots him a sly grin.

"Last night, ye weren't as wheesht, as quiet, as ye thought. But dinnae worry, Bonnie doesn't ken a thing."

He claps a hand on Simon's petrified shoulders. "If ye wanted a slice of the cake, ye could've just asked. I dinnae mind sharin'."

Simon gives him a borderline-demented look, puts his tea down on the counter, and clears his throat.

"When?"

[redheadspark]

Hello Lovelies!

I had an idea for a one-shot, for the ACOTAR realm. But I wish to ask you all for your opinion if you wish to see it or not. So....

[oh-bonerline]

imo relationships are hard. You need to work at it so they know you care and want them around. Taking your partner for granted is the sure way to lose them. Every relationship has their ups and downs, it´s the deep love, respect and that you actually like them that makes it last.

When that´s said, in a AU John and Rossy would be endgame, they´re fucking amazing together! Their personalites compliment eachother and they´re easy. I can´t see them argue about anything.

Love love love your story so much

I agree that relationships require work. But I'd also argue that finding it easy to be with someone doesn't automatically mean you're taking them for granted. Especially in the case of John and Ross right now in the story. It might be easier with John, but Ross also knows he's hurt John badly in the past and is actively working to win back his trust and love.

In my mind, I've absolutely been writing an AU version of this story where John and Ross end up together. I know not everyone loves or ships them, but they're very dear to me 😭

I am still devoted to Matty and Ross though, don't worry!!

Thank you so much for reading and for the discussion 🥲

[lenichque]

[officialpenisenvy]

having a threesome is NOT about sexual attraction. it's about recreating and critiquing the nuclear family unit through a post structuralist lens

[dongbangskies]

This is such fan service scene and i LOVE IT

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[watmalik]

Logan when the fanboys call him or Wade straight 🤨

[edalynn-ink]

This came to me in a dream

[lazylittledragon]

one of those 'only wine in the camp supplies' nights [X]