#i need them to invite me to join and be a throuple

[oldbirdwithsomebrain]

"How about a romantic dinner just for us, ma cheie?"

(pleaseees open the image for better quality)

Good god, the idea of scouts ma and spy just being sweet, loving, domestic goobers gives me way too much joy <3

below cut: zoom in on scouts ma from the frame, without light, and spy by himself

also upside dow cuz i actually really really like how it looks and kinda gives me discord vibes lol

Edit: Also also yes this started as a redraw of this but i got hella carried away :]

[shrinevandal]

guy who started shipping kate and claire because he can't stand kate/jack and the concept of "i'm leaving you for your sister" is inherently hilarious but then got overly attached to them so now he genuinely can't picture kate with anyone else

[morning-star-joy]

room for three

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader x arthur morgan

Summary: When Joel and Arthur get caught in a storm and need a place to stay, they weren't expecting to find you—a temptress who offers them shelter in your cabin, and wants nothing more than for the two rugged cowboys to keep you warm.

Warnings: 18+ Explicit Smut MDNI Porn With Minimal Plot, Threesome (MFM, some MMF dynamics), oral (f receiving), v fingering, unprotected p in v, the boys take turns with you, multiple creampie, cumplay/eating, so much dirty talk, praise kink, ma'am/sir kinks, brief breeding kink. Red Dead universe, Cowboy!Joel. Lowkey getting throuple vibes so...we'll see if there's more parts to come.

Wordcount: 10.3k

A/N: thank you @joelsversion you made my brain rot just from mentioning joel x reader x arthur, this one is for YOU!!! And ty for being the devil on my shoulder for it and letting me spam you with snippets and thoughts in DMs hehehe ILY! also ty @cupofjoel for being another pair of eyes on it and giving me feedback & encouragement I needed!

When Joel teamed up on hunting down a bounty with Arthur, this was not how he expected it to go.

Halfway to the town where their target was last spotted, they’d taken a break from riding right as the sky opened up above their heads and a light drizzle started. Joel had gestured up towards the dark, angry clouds, insisting that they should ride harder to get to town before a storm started, but Arthur had brushed off his concerns, insisting that they’d be fine finding a place to hole up for the time being.

Then they were trekking through a more densely wooded area as the rain began to fall harder, the only thing stopping them from being completely soaked was the thick branches above their heads, leaves protecting them from being drenched as much as the hats on their heads.

Joel was letting out unhappy grunts every now and then as they continued to walk, searching for some cover with no avail, and Arthur groaned, tilting his head back to roll his eyes before glancing at his friend.

“Quit your moaning, will ya?” Arthur grumbled, and Joel’s eyes narrowed, shooting an irritated glare towards the man leading the way across the wet forest floor.

“Not moaning,” Joel muttered, the whole situation only reminding him why he was a lone wolf, and avoided every invitation extended to join the Van der Linde gang like it was the plague. Arthur was the only person he’d ever consider teaming up with, and only ever temporarily.

But now he was wishing he wouldn’t even do that, aching for a glass of whiskey and the conversation of Ellie, the little spitfire outlaw girl he’d recently taken under his wing back in the town they had just rode out from.

“Shoulda kept riding,” Joel mumbled, and Arthur’s head sharply turned so he could glare back over his shoulder at the comment.

“Well, not much to do about that now, is there?” Arthur shot back, the two men continuing to glare at each for a moment before Joel broke the gaze, shifting his glare out at the trees all around them while the rain continued to fall harder, and Arthur sighed. “Just keep looking, alright? There’s gotta be some cover ‘round here.”

A few more minutes of trekking that got increasingly more difficult turned up nothing, until the rustling of branches off to the side caught the attention of both men, who each whirled around quickly towards the sound, unhampered by their wet clothes as hands flew to revolvers in their respective holsters.

And that was when you appeared.

You were a pretty little thing, something that Joel was too embarrassed to ever admit was the first thing he noticed about you—which, in retrospect, was a very tame thought considering what was in store for the three of you that night.

A simple blouse and lightweight skirt clung to your frame due to the rain that had steadily begun to pour, a hunting rifle held steady in your grasp, though you weren’t pointing it at either of the outlaws. Instead it was pointed casually towards the ground, clearly intended to be used for hunting animals and not men, but the way your fingers twitched and tightened around the gun let both men know that you wouldn’t hesitate to aim it at either one if they reached fully for their own weapons.

Arthur was the first to slowly drop his hand, his silent show of meaning no harm no surprise to Joel—his friend had always had a soft spot for a pretty face, going so far as to make a fool of himself for a lady on more than one occasion (even if most of the time that was for just one lady).

Joel’s fingers hovered in the air around his revolver for a few moments longer, but as your eyes—sharp, calculating as they flickered between both men to gauge their intentions—followed Arthur’s hands as he raised them in the air to further show he had no ill will, your grip relaxed on your rifle, stance relaxing from its tensed position to draw if needed, and Joel finally let his hand fall back to his side as well.

“Howdy, Miss,” Arthur was also the first to speak in this odd situation they had found themselves in, facing the sudden appearance of a woman in these goddamned woods Arthur had gotten them trapped in, his hand coming up to tilt the brim of his drenched hat towards you in greeting as the rain beat on all your forms.

“Howdy there, cowboys,” you replied, leaning back slightly as your face relaxed from the sound of the man’s low rasp, glancing between both of the strange men a few more times before settling on the other one who hadn’t spoken yet.

“Evenin’,” Joel muttered, giving you a slight nod, revealing another deep timbre rumbling from an equally broad chest, and you looked back and forth between both men again.

Slowly, a brightness entered your eyes, joining that sharpness to create a gaze as enticing as the tiny smirk that curled onto full lips as you asked slowly, evenly, as if trying not to spook a horse or perhaps testing the waters, "And what are you two gentlemen doing out here all on your lonesomes?"

Arthur’s hands moved slowly then, trying equally as much not to spook you with any sudden movements as he rested them on his hips, adopting a more casual stance even as the rain continued to fall around you while he replied, “Got caught out in this frightful weather, I’m ‘fraid. Just lookin’ for somewhere warm and safe ‘till it passes over.”

"Oh?" you arched an eyebrow, that smirk twitching up to spread those pretty lips just a bit wider, before glancing back further in the woods. "Lucky for you. I got a cabin a little ways away, if y'all need a place to dry off and warm up.”

When you looked back at them, there was a mischievous twinkle in your eye now, your smirk shifting into something knowing, something that caused a flame to lick inside of Joel’s veins that he was fairly certain shouldn’t be there, but it was stoked higher as you added, “It's small, though. Hope there’s room for three.”

And then there was a wink from you after those words—a tiny, inconsequential thing. Could have meant anything.

But it sealed the fate for the three of you that night, and looking back at it now, Joel thinks you all knew it at that moment.

Something in the humid air shifted, a charge like that before thunder striking sparking to life between each of you, an addicting magnetism as Joel glanced towards Arthur from the corner of his eye, hoping to find something grounding in the man to deter his quickly wandering thoughts at that comment.

But just one look at his friend showed that he was probably far worse off than Joel. A smirk was slowly curling up half of Arthur’s lips as he gazed at you, thumbs moving to hook on his belt as he shifted back on his feet before turning his head slightly to meet Joel’s gaze.

The bastard must have seen what Joel was thinking just from that shared look, as Arthur’s smirk twitched into a dangerously wicked grin, one he quickly tried to cover up by rubbing a large hand over his chin, covering up his mouth with his palm to compose himself before glancing back towards you.

“That’d be mighty kind of you, miss,” Arthur drawled, giving you a deep nod to show that he did mean the words, even as the hints of that wickedness didn’t completely disappear from his face when his hand dropped. Though the grin had melted back into a tiny knowing smirk as he met your own mischievous gaze straight-on. “We’d both be nothin’ but a couple of fools to deny such hospitality right about now.”

“I believe you would be,” you replied easily, and Joel suspected both he and Arthur knew they were in for it when your eyes were just as knowing, smirk just as wicked while you turned to begin to head through the trees, gesturing with a nod of your head for them to follow as you introduced yourself.

“Arthur Morgan,” the outlaw introduced himself, still taking the lead in this conversation as he walked after you first, and Joel followed, helpless but to follow this tantalizing force of gravity, the growing tension in the air that was just as heavy as the storm that was brewing while they followed you to your home that you were offering to them for shelter. “This is my friend, Joel Miller.”

“Friend’s a strong word,” Joel spoke up finally for the second time since meeting you, and he was surprised by the bright laughter that left your lips to echo through the air towards where they were dutifully following behind you, sending a tingle down Joel’s spine, his gaze straying down your drenched form and locking in on the way your hips swayed while you expertly led the way through the forest.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintances, gentlemen," you said, your entire presence one of casual confidence, though there was something almost...seductive, some hidden innuendo in the way you called them gentlemen.

Like you knew they weren’t.

Like you knew exactly what they were thinking.

And when you shot another smirk back over your shoulder when the three of you broke through a clearing, a small cabin plainly in view—Joel realized that you weren’t just aware of the energy shift between you three, but that you were feeding it.

"Well?” you said with a sigh once you reached the door, tugging it open and offering the tempting promise of not being pelted by rain, and something even more satisfying when you shot them both a considerably suggestive smile. “Coming?”

Arthur’s hand found his face again, long fingers stroking across his chin as he glanced from you to Joel, that wicked smile dancing across his lips again, and heat coursed through Joel at the sight of his friend’s knowing grin, one that he felt himself slowly returning.

"Don't mind if I do,” Arthur murmured, keeping his gaze locked with Joel for just a moment longer, something unspoken passing between the two, the same way they always communicated before Arthur followed you into the one-room residence, and Joel followed, the two men allowing themselves to be swept up in the heat of your not so subtle flirtation, and whatever was to follow.

You closed the door behind the two men after they entered, leaving the three of you very much alone until the worst of the storm had passed.

Glancing back between the two broad-shouldered, rough and tough cowboys in your small home, you couldn’t help but hope that the storm would last all night.

"Thank you greatly for the kindness, ma’am,” said the more talkative one—Arthur Morgan, he had introduced himself, the man holding a tad more amiability than his friend, but just as equally rugged as his more silent, surly companion.

Were you a fool for inviting these two total strangers in like this? 

Oh, absolutely.

Did you care when they were both taking turns not so subtly looking at you like you were the sweetest thing they’d seen in weeks, and they were nothing but a couple of starving men dying for just a taste?

Not a bit.

"But of course," you smiled at them both as they found spots in the center of the small cabin, being so kind as to set their weapons down on the tiny table you used for dining, still exchanging little knowing looks here and there that sent your pulse racing, head swimming with dark desire. "Couldn't leave two cowboys out in the woods when there's a storm brewin’."

You moved towards your quaint dining table to rest your own hunting rifle there—and if the path you took led you to brush your shoulder across Arthur’s sinfully broad chest, so be it.

The quiet, sharp intake of breath from the man as you grazed him was a very, very good sign, and you smirked to yourself as you peeled your jacket from the rest of your wet clothes, draping the clothing over the back of a chair before turning back to face the two.

Perhaps you were the lucky one.

“Now, gentlemen,” you started with a sigh, pushing your wet hair over to one shoulder, revealing the slope of your neck and the rain drops lingering on the skin there, your blood running hotter when the attention of both men snapped right to it at the movement. “There’s plenty of ways to warm up from the chill. I could get a fire going for y’all, if you please.”

There was another smile slowly slipping onto Arthur’s lips, and your heart was racing now, pounding in your chest as your eyes lingered on how surprisingly soft those lips looked before glancing over to his friend.

Joel’s eyebrow arched, his gaze dragging down how the layers of your clothes clung to your skin, openly appreciating the way it accentuated your curves as his low voice caressed your ears with a leading, “Or…?”

You smirked, glad he had taken the bait, and you kept your gaze locked with Joel’s when he looked back up at your face, even as you took a step closer to his friend while you repeated, “Or…”

Your footsteps stopped in front of the other man, chests brushing dangerously close as you pulled your eyes away from Joel to look up at Arthur, raising your own eyebrow as you took the opportunity to give an appreciative glance over the way his clothes stuck to his strong frame as you whispered huskily, “We could always see if there is room for three.”

With a tilt of your head to the side, you let Arthur’s gaze slip past over your shoulder to the small bed in the corner of the room, referencing your same sentiment you had alluded to with a wink earlier, your intentions then perfectly clear now with your sultry words.

A low rasp of a chuckle emitted from Arthur’s chest, and you could almost feel the vibrations of the sound with how close your chest was to his, and you found yourself leaning in closer, brushing your bodies together slightly and biting your lip at the feeling of the coarse fabric of his shirt rubbing against the drenched thin fabric of yours, nipples already hard through the fabric of your blouse and chemise at the hint of gentle friction combined with the previous cold.

“Mm,” a throaty hum echoed the chuckle, and you did feel the vibrations that time, pressed deliciously against your sensitive nipples as you pressed your chest further against Arthur’s as his eyes snapped down towards yours, gaze darkening as he surely felt the peaks of your nipples through his own soaked shirt. “Mr. Miller, I believe this pretty girl may want the both of us.”

There was an answering hum somewhere nearby, closer than where you had seen Joel standing before, and your breathing picked up a bit faster than before, chest continuing to brush against Arthur’s with each inhale and exhale as you heard his friend reply in a delicious murmur of that heady drawl, “I think you’re right about that, partner.”

“That what you want, Miss?” Arthur asked, keeping your attention glued to him even as you heard Joel’s boots echo against the ground with each slow step towards you. “A couple bodies to keep you warm tonight? Keep the chill outta your bones?”

You nodded slowly, tongue slipping out between your lips to wet your mouth, heat pooling in your veins and starting to coil in your lower stomach as Arthur watched your tongue closely until it disappeared back inside your mouth, but still his gaze was fixed intently on your lips as you murmured, “I suppose I do.”

Your lips curled into an innocent smile then, a purposefully sharp contrast to the lewd words that slipped from your wet lips next, "Will you and your handsome friend keep me warm tonight, Mr. Morgan?"

“Well, if that’s really what you desire, miss…” Arthur’s large hand grazed against your waist, and you sucked in a breath, eyelids fluttering when the heat of his palm enveloped your hip, long fingers dragging along where the soaked fabric of your blouse tucked under the hem of your skirt. “Then we’d be more than happy to keep you warm.”

Arthur’s head ducked down, lips grazing against your ear as he whispered in a dark rasp that sent contrasting feelings through you, a shiver through your body and a heat that made your thighs clench together, “For your hospitality, of course.”

“Of course,” you murmured, licking your lips again as a soft sigh of anticipation left them when Arthur’s lips grazed across the shell of your ear down to the lobe, pulling it just between his lips, keeping it pressed between them before grazing his teeth against it, and your eyes finally moved over his shoulder to find where his friend had ended up.

Joel was closer now, a foot or two away, his gaze darkened with an unspeakable primal need as he watched Arthur’s hand shift from your hip to slide across your back, finding the small of it to tug you fully against him, and the gasp that left your mouth when you felt Arthur’s body pressed to yours made Joel stiffen, hazel eyes flaring with a desire that kept getting darker, as deep and sinful as yours while you smirked at him.

"I think your friend likes watching us, Mr. Morgan,” you whispered, lowering your head to hover your face over Arthur’s neck, mouth parting slightly to brush your plump lower lip across his pulse point, earning a delicious groan from the man that was echoed by a quieter one from Joel as he stared at the point where your lips met Arthur’s skin. “Should we give him a show?"

Your hand curled around Arthur’s neck as his head lifted, fingers drawing languid circles where your lips had just been, and you watched as he glanced back over his shoulder, following your line of sight to Joel, and you felt a rush of dampness between your thighs as Arthur winked at Joel while whispering to you, “I think you may be onto somethin’, darlin’.”

That was all you needed to hear, smirking up at Arthur as he turned back to you before pulling him down, your lips meeting his in a slow, sensual kiss that exuded temptation and seduction. Your fingers stroked up and down the strength of his neck, licking along his lips before slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth, dragging it along his own tongue, kissing him deeply with the electrifying weight of Joel’s gaze on you both as you locked into a heady, passionate embrace.

It was exhilarating, being caught up in the arms of this ruggedly handsome stranger, liplocked in a soul damning way with such a captivated audience. So distracted by the heat of the kiss, you didn’t hear the footsteps getting closer until another hand was on your waist, taking the spot where Arthur’s hand was just before.

You moaned into Arthur’s mouth when you felt the caress of more strong fingers on your hip before they grabbed you tighter, Joel urging you towards him for his own turn, and you pulled your mouth from Arthur, eyes half-lidded as you only gave yourself enough time to find where Joel was standing next to you before leaning up to him. 

Your lips met his now as you kissed Joel next, one hand still around Arthur's neck to feel the muscles tensing in it as your other hand went to wrap around the wet fabric of Joel’s shirt where it stuck to his collarbone, tugging him down further into the kiss that was just as hot and desperate as the one you shared with Arthur.

Now there was the intoxicating feeling of Arthur’s gaze on you as your tongue danced with Joel’s, the taste of both men mixing together on your lips. You moaned into Joel’s mouth this time when you felt Arthur’s hand slip down your back to your ass, grabbing a handful of soft flesh through your wet skirt and squeezing, your hips bucking up into Joel’s at the sensation.

“Needy little minx,” Arthur murmured as his fingers dug into your ass tighter, guiding your hips up to Joel’s again in a slow grind that pulled moans from both of your mouths, swallowed by one another as the kiss became even hotter, greedier as Joel’s palm found your other cheek, both men now lifting and pushing you up to grind against where Joel was hardening in his rain soaked pants.

When Arthur’s hand dropped from your rear, you almost whined from the loss of his touch until you felt the strong length of his body press up against your back, large hands on your hips to keep you between the two men. Arthur’s lips descended on your neck to lick along the length of it before softly biting down, pulling another moan from your mouth that Joel greedily swallowed before pulling back to suck on your bottom lip at the same moment Arthur wrapped his own lips around the skin he had just bit to suck a mark to form on you.

“Fuck,” you gasped when Joel’s lips released yours, letting your head fall back onto Arthur’s shoulder while he began to grind his hips into you from behind, matching the pace Joel had set grinding against your core.

You were near goddamn delirious from the feeling of being pressed between two clothed erections when Joel’s hand that was still squeezing your ass released it, his palm turning between your rear and Arthur’s hips pressed against it, and the answering grunt from Arthur that fell right against your ear let you know everything you needed to about what that hand was doing now.

“Christ, Joel,” Arthur's gruff voice grunted out against your ear, his lips finding the lobe to tug it between his teeth again while you felt him grind his hips against Joel’s palm, the faster pace of his bucking sending your own hips rocking against Joel’s faster, the three of you already deteriorating into moaning messes, finding a rhythm with each other that brought a build of equal pleasure, even with your drenched clothes still stuck to your skin.

As soon as the realization of still being completely dressed crossed your mind, your fingers were rising to the top of your blouse, trembling slightly from excitement as you began to unbutton it.

Your actions pulled a deep rumble of laughter from Joel’s chest, vibrating against your nipples that now only had the thin, transparent fabric of your chemise to cover them when you pulled your blouse out of the way, sending a delicious shockwave against you as you bucked your hips against his harder.

“Well, goddamn,” Joel rasped, his hand not trapped between your backside and Arthur’s rolling hips finding where your chemise was tucked into your skirt, quickly tugging the fabric out of the hem. "Look at you, pretty girl."

His palm slipped under the last layer of clothing to find your sternum, pressing flat against the exposed, damp skin. His long fingers began to trail up, tracing the curves of the undersides of your breasts as he murmured, “You’re just so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you? Desperate for us to ruin you together.”

Joel’s calloused palm slipped underneath one of your tits, cupping it gently as his thumb brushed against your hardened nipple, pulling a wanton whine from your throat, the sound pulling a devilish grin on his face. He repeated the stroke across your nipple a few more times before mumbling to the other man still behind you, “Take her other breast. Gotta warm her up before we have our way with her.”

“Yes sir,” Arthur submitted to the order immediately as Joel pushed your chemise above your breasts, bunching the fabric up in his large fist and ducking his head down to lap one of the sensitive buds into his hot mouth, and you gasped, body melting further back into Arthur’s while he lifted his own hand to completely envelop your other breast in his large palm.

The combination then of Joel’s tongue swirling around one of your nipples while Arthur rolled the other one between rough fingertips pulled the most sinfully desperate whimpers from your mouth, the dual stimulation on your breasts stoking the fire that was making your pussy pulse in time with your heartbeat until you were desperately trying to lift your leg around Joel’s waist to find more friction against his hips, whining again as the heavy fabric of your wet skirt got in the way.

“You need this off, sweet girl?” Arthur murmured against your ear, hot breath fanning against your face as he looked down at you, and you met his bright gaze to see it darkened with the most sinful desires, already nodding even as he continued to tease you, “You need some relief, don’t you? Need a release from that ache deep in your pretty little pussy.”

Joel groaned around the mouthful of your breast he had before detaching his lips from your nipple, a string of saliva stretching from it to his lips until it broke when his head lifted to look down at Arthur whispering his seduction to you.

“Mm, bet it’s such a pretty pussy,” Joel whispered, thumb stroking along your bottom lip, pulling it out to slip his thumb into your mouth as Arthur’s own thumb rubbed tight circles against your nipple, and you sucked Joel’s digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue against it in your haze of pleasure as he groaned to his friend, “Fuck, get her skirt off and take her to bed, Arthur. Need to see her all spread out for us.”

Arthur nodded, mumbling another “yes sir” as his hands moved to your waist, stepping back and gently tugging you with him, pushing the blouse off your arms, followed by your chemise over your head to be forgotten on the ground before your skirt quickly followed. 

You were left you in only your dainty drawers, the fabric already sticking to where it covered your wet core where Arthur’s hand slipped to cup your sex through the thin cloth, pulling a moan from your kiss swollen lips as his rough drawl rumbled into your ear while he tugged you back towards the bed, “We’re gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. Gonna take turns making you come until you can’t handle it no more.”

“Oh Lord, please,” you were mumbling as Arthur laid you back on the bed, eyes fixed on the way his rough fingers deftly popped open the button of his jeans, adjusting his pants to be more comfortable, his deep groan from the little bit of relief for his straining erection pulling a needy whine from your own throat.

“Don’t think He can hear you in here, miss,” Arthur mumbled as he slowly pulled off his suspenders and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong corded muscles in his arms before crawling onto the bed after you, hungry eyes following the rise and fall of your naked chest with each fast breath of anticipation you took. “Not over that storm keepin’ a couple dirty ol’ cowboys in with ya, and certainly not over all the moanin’ you’re ‘bout to make.”

His last few words fell between the valley of your breasts before his lips pressed there, leaving a searing hot path of desperate wet, open-mouthed kisses down it before licking a stripe back up, turning his head to lap up the breast Joel had just had in his mouth a moment before.

“Mm,” Arthur moaned around your nipple as he sucked it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it and making your hips jerk up with a wanton moan, his chuckle sending vibrations and further pleasure up and down your spine before he pulled back to mumble, “Can taste you on her, Joel.”

“That so?” the other cowboy murmurs low, and you looked up through half-lidded eyes to see him approaching, shirt discarded to leave a toned chest and big arms that you were reaching out to touch, fingers deliriously swiping through the air for him as he chuckled at your reaction before leaning in closer, letting you have a touch when he came to stop beside your bed.

You couldn’t help but wonder in the back of your mind if there really was room for both of these big, strong men in your small bed with you, or if it would be broken and you’d all be moaning messes still chasing all your pleasures on the floor before the night was through.

Your fingers found Joel’s chest, and you bit your lip at the feeling of those muscles bunching up under your hand, dragging your touch up and along his collarbone, over his shoulder and down his arm, squeezing his bicep with a gentle dig of your nails into his muscle, pulling a grunt from the man before he leans over to gently pull you up.

“Make room for me, sweetheart,” he huskily commands you in a surprisingly gentle whisper, and you do as he says, sitting up and scooting forward, forcing Arthur to pull off of your breast with a wet pop and a grunt, though he also moves back until Joel is able to slide in underneath your body, the two men carefully adjusting around you until you were all relatively comfortable, with your body soon pressed between theirs once again.

Joel’s fingers found your chin, gently grasping it to turn your face and direct it up so he could kiss you again, a bit slower this time, but just as deep, almost teasing with the glide of his tongue over your top and bottom lip, making obscenely wet circles on your mouth with his saliva before slipping his tongue inside your mouth, drinking in your moans as Arthur leaned back in to suck your other nipple into his mouth and give it the same treatment as the first.

“You think she’s wet yet, partner?” Joel asked as his lips pulled back from yours, running the slope of that scarred nose across your cheek in an almost tender action before glancing towards Arthur, who was now peppering kisses down your exposed stomach to the top of your drawers, nose pressing against the wet fabric covering your cunt, inhaling deeply with a groan before his tongue darted out to lick a stripe up the drenched cloth covering your entrance.

“Fuck, she’s soaked, Joel,” Arthur rasped, fingers curling underneath the banding of the fabric to pull it down enough to be out of the way, groaning when he saw how dripping you already were for them, rough digits finding your folds to gently spread you for him, breath fanning against your hot cunt as your hips jerked with a desperate whine.

“Good girl,” Joel was whispering into your ear as Arthur pulled your drawers down your legs, and you swear you saw him ball them up and tuck them in the back of his faded jeans, but you were too distracted by his large palms enveloping your thighs a moment later, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head as Joel kept murmuring to you, “So ready for us, your pretty little pussy dripping and aching to be filled with us, hm? You just can’t wait for us to take our turns with you.”

Arthur’s palms find your inner thighs as Joel edges you on with his words, spreading you further apart for him as he scoots down the bed to settle between your thighs. His lips find your inner thigh, kissing and nipping at the soft skin there as Joel’s hand presses against your stomach, pulling you back against him further before slipping it down to run the rough pads of his fingers over your clit.

“Oh!” you gasp, trying to buck your hips up against his touch, but Arthur keeps you pinned to the mattress in between Joel’s strong thighs with his hands on your thighs, leaving you happily merciless to both men as they descend upon your pussy to give you the greatest night of pleasure of your entire life.

Joel’s rubbing slow, tight circles on your clit, playing with that low simmering heat in your stomach, building it up at a leisurely pace as Arthur’s fingers drag across your folds, collecting your slick before parting them enough to begin to sink a finger into your tight heat.

“Patience, sweet girl,” Joel murmurs against your ear as you try and roll your hips to meet his fingers on your clit and Arthur’s moving in and out of your pussy when he slowly starts to add another, pulling another wanton gasp that nearly turns into a strangled cry from you at the sensation of thick, rough fingers from two men on your pussy. “We’re gonna give you what you need. We’re gonna give it to you so many times, you won’t even know who you’re begging for.”

A cry definitely did leave your swollen lips that time when you feel a hot tongue find its way between your folds, licking along your pussy before slowly sinking inside to replace Arthur’s fingers when he pulls them out. His hands move to cup underneath your thighs, directing your hips to roll right up into his mouth as he slowly fucks you with his tongue, Joel’s fingers moving in a way that he’s already learned makes you writhe the most, picking up the pace as the heat in your lower stomach coils tighter, faster, hotter.

Joel grabs your hair with his other hand, tugging you back so his lips can descend on your mouth again, sucking your moans into his mouth when you suddenly feel the loss of his fingers on your clit. You were about to start crying, not wanting your orgasm to fade out of reach when it had just been so close, when you felt a hot tongue replace it.

You gasp, lips pulling back from Joel to look down, seeing his fingers tangled in Arthur’s hair, shoving his friend’s face down against your pussy. Arthur’s fingers slip back inside your cunt, thrusting up into you quickly as his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as Joel keeps Arthur’s face pressed there with the hand grabbing his hair, and it only takes a few strokes of his tongue against your clit, flattening against the swollen bundle of nerves to rub against it quickly for you to be coming around his fingers.

“Fuck, look at that. So eager,” Arthur groans when he pulls his mouth back to give your clit a few more licks, watching greedily as you soak his fingers with your cum, continuing to thrust them into your pussy throughout your high with obscene, wet sounds each time they move in and out of your fluttering walls. “So fucking needy, coming for us so fast like that.”

“She wants a cock so bad, don’t you, baby?” Joel’s whispering in your ear, and you can feel his gaze on where Arthur keeps fingerfucking you, watching just as hotly, just as intensely as you soak his friend’s rough digits in your release, your thighs twitching from the aftershocks of the white hot orgasm. “Wants it so bad she needs two cowboys to fuck her so she’s truly satisfied.”

“More than happy to please ya, doll,” Arthur’s voice rumbles proudly from his chest as he finally slips his fingers out of your cunt, lifting them to his mouth to suck his soaked middle finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste before pulling it out and offering his index finger to Joel.

Your head falls back against Joel’s shoulder, glancing sideways with a whimper to watch Joel suck Arthur’s finger coated in your release into his mouth, beautiful hazel eyes fluttering shut with a moan around his friend’s rough digit. You watch Joel suck hard, hot desire coiling in your stomach again when Arthur grunts loudly at the sight and feeling.

When Arthur pulls his hand back, he reaches eagerly to his jeans, grabbing the waistband to tug it open further and push it down, working the damp fabric down over his strong thighs, and your lips part with need when you see his cock freed from its fabric constraints at last, tip leaking with precum, so big and ready to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight.

“Oh my god, yes,” you were murmuring deliriously as you watched Arthur reach down to stroke his cock, running his fingers covered in his and Joel’s saliva as well as your slick over it, spreading it along his twitching length before directing it to slide past your folds, notching the head against your entrance as you both began to breathe heavily at the imminent joining. “Please, please, pl—fuck!”

You cried out, back arching off of Joel’s chest before he quickly pulled you back against him, holding you steady as Arthur began to slowly sink into you with increasingly labored breaths, interspersed with long groans and raspy mumbles under his breath at how good you felt.

“I—oh, Christ, Joel. She’s so tight,” Arthur moaned as he continued to inch himself into you, stretching you out for what felt like forever, your pussy adjusting to his girth and length as you reached up to grab Arthur’s shoulders, digging your fingers into his shoulders for purchase and eliciting a louder grunt from the man filling you up.

“Gotta warm her up for me, partner. Stretch her pussy, make it fit.” Joel’s head ducks down next to your ear, lips brushing against it as his voice becomes softer when addressing you, a deep rumble shooting straight to your throbbing core while Arthur slowly fills it, gently encouraging you, “That’s it, take it, darlin’.” 

You moan at his seductive rasp right in your ears, leaning back further against his chest as your thighs parted further, accepting Arthur in further by reflex, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock inching into you while Joel whispered deliciously lewd things in your ear that would make even a whore blush.

“Yes, that’s it,” Joel sighed, his large palm finding one of your thighs to press you apart further, letting Arthur bottom out in you with a groan, nestled perfectly against your thighs, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and making your hips jerk up with a gasp. “Spread your legs for him, let him take you. Good girl.”

Lips parting, your head fell back onto Joel’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you moaned in time with Arthur when he pulled out a few inches to thrust back in, bottoming out once more before doing it all over again.

And again, again, again, the cowboy on top of you slowly thrusting into you with quiet grunts of exertion, filling you up over and over with small rotations of his hips in a way that felt deliberate, as if he was carefully following Joel’s orders to stretch out every inch of your tight cunt completely in preparation for his friend’s cock after he had had his turn with you.

The thought of there being even more to come after this made you moan again, your hips rolling up to meet Arthur’s thrusts as they became quicker at your movements, his own strong hips punching forward to fuck into you hard enough to steal the breath from your lungs each time. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him down further until the three of you were a moaning heap on your bed, Arthur fucking into you with earnest desperation as you could both feel Joel’s hot gaze narrowed in on where his friend’s cock filled you over and over with each strong thrust.

“God, look at you…the way you fill her up, fuck, Arthur. Seeing your big cock in that pretty little pussy…” Joel moaned, burying his face in your neck as his hips begin to roll up into you from behind, clothed erection pressing to your ass as he begins to grind against you, watching Arthur thrust into you with heavy lidded eyes to find the same rhythm that Arthur was fucking you with.

Arthur fucking whimpered at the praise, his lips finding your shoulder to start kissing, biting and sucking at the soft skin there, moans muffled against your skin as he bottomed out again to grind his pelvis against you, creating delicious friction in your clit combined with his cock twitching impossibly deep inside of you. Joel kept rutting against you from behind, his hand reaching around to thread through Arthur’s hair as both men moaned from the feeling of you stuffed in between them, the three of you using each other for hot, unspeakable pleasure.

“You want our cum, sweetheart? Want both of us to pump you full until you’re fucking stuffed?” Joel rasped into your ear as Arthur bucked into you with louder moans that felt hot against your skin, and you gasped, nodding desperately at the thought of being completely ravaged by both men, claimed by them both in the most primal, depraved way. You didn’t care about the consequences, you needed it. “You’ll have us dripping down your legs for days, that pussy is gonna remember our cocks when we’re gone. Won’t even know who's the daddy if we get you knocked up.”

The orgasm came suddenly at those filthy words, gripping your body and causing it to writhe between the men, pressed between the two broad bodies as you cried out their names one after another, your own climax immediately pulling Arthur into his own.

He tumbled into ecstasy after you, crushing you with his weight as he grunted and groaned into your ear with each pulse of his cock inside of you, filling you with his spend as your thighs twitched in time with his, your orgasms prolonged by the feeling of the other wrapped up in carnal bliss with you.

Joel was murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, praising you for how good you took it, how beautiful you look filled up with Arthur’s cum as his hand loosened in Arthur’s hair, stroking through the strands in a soothing manner as he took the time to also assure his friend that he was doing just as good as you, filling you up so well, that you both looked so pretty coming together.

After a moment to catch his breath, Arthur pulled his face up from your shoulder, skin flushed from the exertion of fucking you as he leaned down to press a few chaste kisses to your lips while he slowly slipped out of you, pulling your combined release with him. It trailed down your thighs, and Joel swiped his fingers along it, coating it along the puffy lips of your already thoroughly fucked pussy in the same moment Arthur also collected your slick and his cum from your other thigh.

“Lemme see your cock, Joel,” he grunted, and Joel’s head tilted back against the headboard of your bed with a moan, shifting underneath you to pull his jeans enough to free his own cock, and you gasped at the feeling of its hot, throbbing thickness pressed against your back before he slid it down between your folds, and Arthur gently took it in hand to cover it in his and your release.

“Mm, fuck,” Joel groaned, his hands finding your hips to rest your pussy against the head of his cock now, lips finding your ear to whisper in a deep rasp, “You ready for me next, darlin’?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, and something about the phrase must have set him off, because Joel plunged into you in one stroke with a loud grunt, easing in completely with no resistance from all the preparation they had given you and Arthur’s cum still coating your walls.

“Christ, you should see how you look right now,” Arthur groaned as he kept your thighs apart this time, watching Joel fuck up into you, hardly taking any time before setting a fast and brutal pace, and you were sure Arthur must have quite the view indeed. 

Your eyes were wide and glazed over as they met his, teary from multiple orgasms as your breasts bounced freely from Joel’s rough thrusts up into you, his cock filling you again and again so easily with Arthur’s cum still dripping from you.

As much as you wanted to keep watching the lingering heat in Arthur’s eyes as he watched Joel fuck you, the sensation of being this stuffed was too much, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned back into Joel’s strong embrace as he just kept fucking you faster and faster, the bed creaking, headboard smacking against the wall of your cabin with each intense thrust.

“Just like that, good girl, fuck. So tight, keep doing that, ohh, Jesus…” Joel was gasping and grunting now as he fucked up into you from behind, arms circling around your front to grab you and press you back into him, and the feeling was already almost too much, only becoming more overwhelming when you felt a tongue find its way between your thighs.

“A-Arthur,” you moaned, mouth falling open as you felt the other cowboy kissing his way up your cum-slicked thighs to your clit, licking over it before sucking it into his mouth, and you cried out, body trying to thrash from reflex from being so completely surrounded by pleasure, but Joel was holding you tight to him as he bucked up into you mercilessly. “Joel…Arthur…ahh, fuck…”

You hardly registered another impending orgasm, not understanding how your body could take even more, but the walls of your pussy were starting to tighten anyway, Joel whimpering into your ear at the feeling of it.

“Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last if you keep clenching around me like that darlin,’” Joel moaned into your ear, his hips rolling unevenly, thrusts sloppier as he panted the words, “Arthur, I’m ‘bout to cum. Gonna fill her up, stuff this pretty little pussy even more.”

“Do it, Joel,” Arthur rasped as he pulled back from your clit to place his hand there to keep stimulating you, his other hand shifting from where he was keeping your thighs apart to grab onto Joel’s thigh as they began to twitch, digging his dull fingernails against the tough skin of his friend’s muscular leg, causing Joel to buck up hard into you with a loud grunt. “Cum in her for me. For both of us.”

“I—Arthur—” Joel was trying to say something but utterly failing, yours and Arthur’s names falling from his lips in broken, stuttered moans as he grabbed your hips tightly, pulling them back against his hard enough to bruise as he snapped up into you, head falling back against the headboard with a groan as he came hard, filling you up to the brim just like his friend told him to until you were overflowing, three combined releases leaking from your stuffed pussy to coat his cock, stomach and your thighs.

You felt his release coating your walls as they fluttered around him, and your own head tilted back as well, trapped between Joel’s bucking hips as he came and Arthur’s fingers still working at you, no thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you were now filled with the cum of both these strong, rugged men, and your mouth opened in a silent cry as another orgasm washed over you so completely that you think you blacked out for a few seconds.

When you came back to, your vision was blurry, blinking stars away from your eyes as you focused on the handsome face above you, Arthur gazing down at you with a faint hint of concern as his rough hand caressed your cheek.

“You okay there, darlin’?” he murmured, thumb stroking along your cheekbone as you met the surprising softness of his gaze, and you nodded slowly, a lazy grin forming on your lips as you felt Joel slip out of you, letting all the cum seep back out of your pussy onto the mattress.

A sigh slipped from your lips as you sank back into Joel’s chest as his hands rested gently on your thighs, his own calloused thumbs rubbing circles on your soft skin while Arthur ducked down to place his lips over yours in a kiss more gentle than any you had shared so far.

“Such a good girl,” he muttered through a soft exhale that you sucked into your own lungs through the kiss, his low rasp of praise making you feel all warm inside after how hard they had worked you, pleased with yourself that you had made them both feel as good as they made you feel. “Sweet, sweet gal. You did so well for us.”

“Mm, that’s right,” Joel murmured into your hair, nuzzling his face into your neck as you and Arthur kissed languidly. “What a perfect, pretty little thing we’ve found out in these woods. Gonna be hard not to keep you all to ourselves, ma’am.”

You laughed softly at that, humming into Arthur’s gentle kisses as Joel peppered his own soft kisses up and down your neck and to your shoulder. Somehow, you didn’t mind the thought of them keeping you to them that much. In fact, you quite enjoyed the idea of being their girl, the thought of them continuing to share you was…exhilarating.

Arthur pulled back from you, shifting to push himself off the bed, tucking himself away and doing his pants back up as you frowned, not even realizing how tired you were until you slurred out a quiet, “Where you goin’, mister?”

The cowboy laughed, a gentle, low chuckle that rumbled from that broad chest as he smiled back at you before moving over towards where you kept your wash basin.

“We wouldn’t be such upstanding gentlemen if we didn’t clean you up afterwards, would we?” he teased with a wink, and you bit your swollen lips, giggling as you turned yourself around, chest pressed to Joel’s to see he had his own little smile while he gazed at you.

You took your time kissing Joel then, making soft, content noises into his own swollen lips, wrapping yourself up in him in a languid, content way until Arthur returned and gently pulled you back to lay on the bed.

There was a moment of relief from not being pressed to Joel anymore, your sore muscles sinking into the mattress as Arthur set about wiping you down carefully with the wet cloth. Joel’s fingers would follow in the path of damp skin left by the rag, long fingers tracing and gently caressing you, soothing any marks either men left on you and laughing when Arthur would grumble in gruff annoyance that his friend was getting in the way of his work cleaning you up.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you knew that both men were still with you when you did. 

When you woke up, however, neither was anywhere to be seen, and you lifted your head from your pillows, glancing around the empty room with a growing frown.

If it wasn’t for the deep ache in your bones, the way you were naked underneath a blanket and the large dried cum stains still on the mattress underneath you, you would have thought the whole thing was some wild, feverish wet dream.

You stared at the blanket that slipped off you as you moved, a small smile curling on your lips as you realized one of the men must’ve laid it on you, even as both were now nowhere to be seen. The smile quickly faded as you lingered on that last thought, sighing as you struggled to push yourself up, your muscles exhausted and not working quite properly after the night before.

While you were in the midst of trying to sit on the edge of your bed, the door to your cabin opened, and your brain didn’t even have time to begin to panic about your vulnerable state as you quickly recognized the frame of who was standing in the doorway.

“Mornin’, sweet thing,” Arthur greeted you with a sly half-grin, and you found a smile tugging back onto your lips, a rush of what almost felt like giddiness at seeing him the morning after filling you as he strode into the room.

That was when the rich scent of a dark roast hit you, and you were already nearly moaning from the smell of the coffee before the rugged cowboy passed the tin cup to you.

“Joel’s not a fan of sharing his coffee but, well,” he shrugged, leaning back to hook a hand on his belt buckle, leaning back casually with a small smile as he glanced over you inhaling the steam before taking a sip. “Figured it was the least we could after working you so hard last night.”

“You say that like I didn’t want it,” you teased, both of you knowing that you were the one who had wanted it the most, the mischief twinkling in Arthur’s eyes—eyes that you were just now really looking at, finding yourself caught between calling them blue or green, but they were shockingly stunning nonetheless—matching your own as his gaze moved back down your body, lingering on your naked breasts, perky in the air with how the blanket had fallen to your waist.

“Oh, we know how badly you wanted it, sweetheart,” he murmured, licking his bottom lip slowly, and despite being so sore you were nearly in pain, you couldn’t help but lean forward, longing to know what other ways he and his friend could have you.

But then Arthur was leaning back, tearing his gaze from you as he reached up to adjust his hat, tugging the brim down to cover his eyes.

“I deeply apologize for having to run out on you like this ma’am, but…” he sighed heavily, boot scuffing as he tapped the toe against the ground a couple times, and you were surprised to see the man you had only seen as self-assured so far seeming suddenly…awkward? Or maybe ashamed? “We actually were on a job, and have a lot of catching up to do ‘cause of that storm.”

“Oh,” you said softly, giving a nod, because you did understand. This entire encounter had been a strange fever dream, but it only made sense that they had to get back to their lives, as you had to get back to yours. “‘Course. I understand, Mr. Morgan. I wish you both safe travels.”

“Mhm,” Arthur hummed, giving a nod as he shifted back, leaning back on his heels with the brim of his hat still covering most of his face with the way his head was turned down.

Both his hands had moved to his hips, and he stared at the ground for a moment, his silence pulling a frown on your face as you opened your mouth to speak before thinking, “Arthur—”

Before you could even blink, he was in front of you, leaning down with those rough palms grasping your face, pulling you up into a bruising kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.

You moaned into it, mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it as your lips locked, Arthur’s head turning to kiss you deeper, thick fingers slipping up into your hair as he swallowed your small, needy sounds of passion.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, sighing softly as he murmured your name, pulling your own sigh from you as you whispered his own name back to him before he pulled himself away.

“Hard to leave you, miss,” he said slowly, not hiding his face under his hat this time as he moved away, letting you see the conflict flash across his features as he pulled himself away from you. “And damn impossible to forget.”

You laughed, lifting a hand to try and cover the stupid little satisfied smile on your swollen lips, watching as Arthur leaned back out the door and barked out, “Hey, asshole! Say goodbye to the lady.”

“I’m going to,” the other deep voice responded in blatant irritation, and you tried to smother your giggle with your hand, but Arthur still glanced back at you, catching the sound and giving you a cheeky little wink in response before he was gone.

You had sipped a bit more coffee, gathering enough strength to finally stand, even as your knees were wobbly while you set about gathering your discarded clothes from the floor around the bed.

The sound of the door opening back up didn’t escape your attention, but you didn’t look over yet. Instead, a wicked smile grew on your face as you bent over to pick up your blouse, wiggling your ass for your other visitor, the smile only growing as you heard the quiet growl followed by a light smack to your left cheek in response to your teasing when he approached you.

“Little vixen,” Joel murmured as he took your elbow and pulled you up to face him, your chest colliding with his as his arms wrapped around your still naked form, holding you tight as his lips met yours much in the same way Arthur’s just did—hot, passionate, with a need that still lingered even after the wild night the three of you had shared.

You smiled up at him when you parted, pulling your blouse on, pleasantly surprised when Joel’s fingers found the hem of the cotton, thick fingers deftly buttoning up the shirt with quick precision.

“Mm, you do this often, Mr. Miller?” you purred, arching an eyebrow as you glanced over his face, liking the way the scar on his nose looked when his face pinched together slightly with amusement at your teasing. “Dressing up the girls after you ruin them for any men other than you and your handsome friend?”

His eyes met yours then, and even with the sly smirk curling up one half of his mouth, there was almost an uncertainty in that gaze, just a hint of that same self-conscious look you had seen from his friend moments before.

“You really gonna remember us after we’re gone, sweetheart?” Joel asked when he finished buttoning up your blouse, fingers curling around the collar and brushing against the soft skin of your neck as he leaned down closer to you, his hot breath mingling with yours, the smell of coffee on it invading your senses. “You gonna pine after the dirty old cowboys who found their way into your bed for a wild, stormy night?”

A soft laugh left your parted lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, stomach flipping slightly at the choice of words as you shrugged a shoulder.

“Perhaps I will, sir,” you whisper, letting your lips graze against each other with each word you spoke without pressing them together fully, teasing a final kiss without making the move to seal it, knowing he’d be off to god knows where afterwards, probably to never see you again. “It’s not often you meet a couple of big bad men who know how to be perfect gentlemen.”

Joel paused, face pulling back from you slightly to gaze down at you with a frown at your adept observation.

“Bad—” he cut himself off, brows furrowed as his eyes darted over your face, seeming to struggle to find the right words before he finally came right out and asked, “How did you—”

“I’m not holed up in this cabin all the time, Joel Miller,” you said softly, trying not to spook him as your fingers danced along the beard on his chin, a bit longer than his friend’s, and you were glad you were successful in softening the blow of your revelation when he sank into your touch. “Your faces were familiar, but I recognized your friend’s name when he gave it. The Van der Linde gang aren’t exactly subtle.”

Joel sighed, shaking his head to himself as he mumbled something under his breath you didn’t catch, but his gaze returned to yours as he asked with an arch of his brow, “And that didn’t scare you away?”

You shrugged, a wicked grin crossing your face as your fingers ran through his hair, mentally tucking away his quiet grunt of pleasure from the feeling as you whispered, “Well, I have always wanted to fuck an outlaw.”

A laugh left Joel’s lips then, loud and genuinely amused, followed by a look of surprise on his own face after he made it.

You were curious as to why he was so surprised at his own laughter, but you didn’t want to waste another moment, leaning forward to capture his lips in yours in another kiss that went from hot and fast to something slower, tender almost, the feeling of his lips against yours lingering even after he pulled away.

When he did tear himself away from you, he did it with a smirk that lit a fire in your soul, one you didn’t think would ever burn out while he replied in a sly, almost smug voice, “Or two.”

Your own smirk matched his as you grazed your fingers across the scar on the bridge of his nose, then down his face before you pulled back to let him leave, though not without your own final say of, “Well, I guess there was room for three after all.”

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[iheartjohnlennon]

can i request a fic where Ringo and George share Reader (or it’s a threeway relationship) and it’s all cute :) love your stuff <3

'Heaven is a bedroom'

Southampton, '65

Word count: 1,438

Tags: Throuple, Fluff, Angst

The rented holiday home was a quaint retreat in Southampton. It stood tall and was perched on the coast wonderfully. 

She forgot whether it was George's or Ringo's idea to rent it. Either way, she remembered getting excited when the getaway idea was proposed to her. She felt a sense of belonging there like she was exactly where she had needed to be.

It was perfect, it was massive, it was secluded. And she couldn't help but entertain the idea of making it their own.

It was quite snippy out on the front that day, the wind made it so.

The set sun darkened the sky a pretty colour since it had gotten late. Everything was still visible but lensed in a light blue hue.

The ocean lapped at her feet and the wind tousled her hair and ruffled the edge of her skirt. She heard her name seemingly being carried to her by the breeze. It was a faint call, and indistinct as the waves crashed.

"Y/N, love!" One of them yelled, it sounded like an invite.

She couldn't discern which one of them it was, they had become one in her mind. Whoever shouted for her was vying for her attention even though she was still in eyesight.

She waved back at them before carrying on with her stroll along the soft edge of the water.

She thought of interaction with the beach to be a lovemaking of some sort, akin to what she had with George and Ringo. A connection that ran deeper than the ocean itself.

Most, if not all people knew them as friends, perhaps something slightly closer than that, but only ever slightly. Thinking about the intimate moments made a coyness settle into her heart. 

She adored them both with a fervour that transcended what started as mutual infatuation. 

"Y/N."

That name call came again, a few minutes after the last one, this time it was unmistakably Ringo's voice.

She turned around and saw the pair seated on the blanket.

"Come and join us," George said, beckoning her over.

So, she made her way to them, letting her bare feet sink into the soft grains beneath them. 

She kneeled in front of them, their eyes shifted all over her as her eyes shifted all over them.

"What is it?" She asked, smiling.

George held out his arms, eager to hold her. She happily held out her arms as well. She hugged him right back, their arms tightly around each other's midriffs.

They let go, and she nestled herself between the two, with George now pressed against her back, it was a comfortable feel. She was facing Ringo, her eyes met his, he leaned in and gave her a soft peck.

"We missed you," George murmured, his voice low. He tickled her ear with his teeth, he wanted his words to resonate with her.

"Oh?" She teased, turning to look up at him, their noses touching.

Ringo chimed in, slightly moving closer, "I missed you a bit more, I reckon."

"Yeah, our mermaid on the shore," George whispered dreamily, his hand finding her waist. He shifted her closer to him, her arse now against his crotch.

She could feel George getting stiff against her, but she thought to tease him. She didn't want to satiate his needs on the beach, not today anyway. 

"What are you doing?" She asked playfully. 

"Just trying to get you closer, love. Can you blame me? Look at you."

"Feeling a bit daring, are we?"

"Aye, you're irresistible."

Y/N's laughter was a sultry invitation, a coy and sensual response to George's audaciousness. She teased him further and shifted away from his prick. 

Ringo couldn't help but feel a pang of possessiveness. Though he could perfectly bear seeing them close, their intimacy was just a reminder they had to share, and share he did. 

Ringo began, "I love you, Y/N." 

He didn't give her a chance to say it back and kissed her soon after his declaration.

She giggled against his lips, she found everything they did so endearing, even when it was the opposite. 

His kiss deepened so she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. George watched intently with arousal, though slightly disheartened. He understood the game being played, and it was simply to love her. 

Ringo's lips found her neck, each kiss made her laugh obnoxiously. She found herself put on her back, right against the blanket. 

"Not here," she groaned.

She put a hand against his chest and he pulled away, leaving her breathless. 

"Yet, you mean. Not yet." Ringo retorted. 

With a coy look in her eye, she whispered, "The beach is sacred, you know. It's our little haven, we can't take away its innocence and have a shag."

"Well, I think you've had enough of this water-play, love. You've been at it since we bloody came." Ringo said, he shot her a mock stern look. "And what's that you said? We can't fuck you on the beach?" 

She looked away, feigning innocence. "Oh, I can't help it, Richie."

"You'll turn into a fish at this rate!" George quipped.

"Aye, we thought we lost you at sea before, love!" Ringo stated dramatically, cupping her face.

She pouted, "You two act like I ran off with the sea, can't help it if it calls me sometimes."

"Well, we'd best make sure he doesn't steal you away completely then," George joked.

"Never."

As she settled, she turned her attention to the small picnic basket one of them had brought.

"What's in it then?" She asked.

Ringo reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of white wine and a pack of cigarettes.

"No food?" Her question was only half joking, she was hungry.

He chucked and shook his head, he got steady uncorking the bottle for them.

George chuckled, leaning in to kiss her neck. "We'll eat inside. We'll cook something together, won't we?"

"Oh, yes, we will." She gasped, excited. 

"But what?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dunno, but we'll ransack the place for something." George laughed. 

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation at his little domestic request. Evenings like that were a natural perfection and made her envision a tangible future with them. 

They all sat spread on the blanket. Ringo had uncorked the bottle, there were no cups, but that hardly mattered.

With a flourish, he passed it to George, who took a hearty swig, savouring the taste.

She eagerly accepted the bottle from George and took a long gulp, the wine warmed her from the inside out.

Ringo's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Not leaving much for us, are you?"

As the bottle made its rounds, laughter mingled with the soft lapping of the waves.

Y/N eventually reclined on the blanket, her body sinking into the warm sand. She let out a contented sigh, her heart brimming with affection for the two men beside her.

"You two..." Her voice was soft and her eyes were glassy, "I adore you both."

Ringo's eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiled. "Oh, we know, love," he replied, his fingers brushing against hers as he took back the bottle. "And we adore you too."

"Adoration? That's a strong word, love." George teased. 

 

She sighed, "I have wishes for a future, you know." 

 

Ringo raised an eyebrow, "Are they modest wishes?" 

 

George chimed in with a chuckle, "Perhaps a holiday on the moon next?" 

George, his embrace still snug, seemed to have lightly succumbed to the wine, his movements more languid.

 

She laughed with them, her heart swelled with affection, "Something like that."

A sigh escaped her lips as she shifted on the blanket, the world a blur of sensations. "I mean, I wanna stay here forever," she confessed, her voice a hazy murmur.

George and Ringo exchanged a funny glance, Y/N's brows furrowed. 

"I'm serious," she insisted. 

Ringo's voice cut through the moment, "Shall we head inside?" She and George shared a look then nodded in unison. 

The trio gathered their things, and Y/N slipped an oversized shirt over herself, George's hands helped her into the fabric. 

As they made their way inside, Ringo made his way up the trail swiftly. George's hand found hers, his gaze warm.

In the quiet moment as they followed behind, she found herself reflecting on their relationship. It was wholly unconventional, yes, but it was theirs, and she cherished it deeply and hoped they did too. 

[ladytauria]

Made up title: tell me what to do (ask me to stay)

o h h h i love this so much <3 thank u leo uwu

i'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to xD funnily enough, i actually have two wips that this title could fit ^^; and every time i went to answer this, i ended up writing down the plot to one of those, if slightly to the left.

almost just went with that anyway but THEN, finally, i came up with something that in hindsight feels obvious xD

Established TimKon, leading to eventual JayTimKon. Not sure if this would be a full BDSM au or if they just all three enjoy the lifestyle. Regardless: Tim's a Dom, Kon's a Switch, and Jason is a sub.

When Kon feels more like domming, they'll bring in a third. At first, there are a few people they reach out to, but slowly... They wind up inviting Jason more and more, until they're seeing him almost exclusively. (Usually together, sometimes separately uwu)

Jason... wants more. It's not something he notices at first; a quiet sort of longing/pining that doesn't really... register, not when he already spends a lot of his time aching to belong somewhere (to someone).

But then, for... [insert reason here] he ends up spending a weekend with them, and... He doesn't want to leave. He likes waking up with them, and going to bed with them, and sharing meals with them. Likes just... hanging out with them.

He thinks about saying something, but... What if he does and he loses them entirely? He doesn't think they'd cut him out, but thinks would be awkward. Strained. And... Jason is selfish. He doesn't want that. So he says nothing. They keep fucking, and he starts hanging out with them more, and... it's nice.

I'm not sure how it would all come out---if Tim or Kon would figure out their own feelings and ask him to stay, or if Jason would eventually get tired of pining and pull away, or if it would come out through magical/chemical means, or maybe during a drop...?

REGARDLESS. I like my happy endings, so after all the pining it ends with them being a very happy throuple <3

(Established couple could also be switched: JayKon who bring in Tim when Kon feels subby; JayTim, Kon joining sometimes when he needs a scene, either way, or just when they all decide they want to...)

[ send me a fic title & i'll tell you what kind of fic i'd write for it ]

[percervall]

my lovely mar 💛 you are one of my inspirations for threesomes on this site and so i wanted to know…

of the players / managers / drivers / tps you’d write for… what threesome pairings do you think would make for fun fic ideas? would love if you’d briefly describe the scenario / dynamic that would suit these threesomes 😂

Oh my fucking God, Ivy I love you, but jesus christ

Okay. Okay. This will be under a read more so enjoy I guess?

Carlos Sainz jr. x reader x Marc Marquez

I mean....

The football AU we came up with months ago still lives in my head rent free. Both Carlos and Marc play for the national team and they just won their first major trophy since 2012. Drunk on adrenaline and alcohol Carlos takes his girlfriend back to the hotel for some post-match celebrations only for a drunk Marc to stumble into the room he shares with Carlos, scarf tied around his head, bottle of champagne in his hands. Safe to say that mattress is beyond salvation once they're done.

Mats Hummels x reader x Nico Schlotterbeck

So this is a dynamic we've discussed quite a bit in the discord server, but Nico somehow stumbling across his teammate and mentor of sorts getting his dick sucked leaves him rooted to the spot. Mats is quick to spot him, watching the young defender watch his girlfriend (or wife) enjoy pleasuring him and so he invites Nico to give him a helping hand -or mouth. This whole dynamic has me so unwell.

Lewis x reader x Toto Wolff

Listen, by now you already know I'm a slut for these men, but together??? Ooh boy. I can just imagine Lewis teasing her about her crush on Toto, how that photo taken after Abu Dhabi becomes the fuel for so many of her fantasies. And so somehow Lewis convinces Toto to join them, allowing his boss to show her what happens to naughty girls who don't listen to daddy. Oh my god, I need a cold shower.

Kostas/Darwin x reader x Thiago

This could work with either Liverpool player, I still can't get over Darwin giving Thiago a lil smooch after he explained something to him. So. Let's just go with Darwin for this scenario. Darwin and his girl have been together for a while already. They've had sex, that's not the issue. The issue is that she won't let him go down on her, claiming she's fine with just giving, how she's never been able to come from oral sex before and it's fine honestly. This just won't do for Darwin and so he asks the only person he can think of to help: Thiago aka el profesor. Thiago is more than happy to impart his wisdom onto his younger teammate and you know what they say about putting theory into practice.

Diego Simeone x reader x Antoine Griezmann

Listen, I am not proud of this okay? Having said that, how can you look at the way Cholo treats Anto and not think how he would blindly trust him with his life wife? Atleti have won La Liga and to show Anto just how much Diego appreciates him, he invites him into their bedroom at the hotel, his wife dressed in red panties and a matching red ribbon tied around her chest. And, because he trusts Anto, Diego just sits back and enjoys watching her fall apart again and again and again.

Antoine x reader x Rodrigo De Paul

Okay, now this is just-.. They're boyfriends okay? This isn't a threesome, this will become a throuple and I have spammed @footballffbarbiex so much already with ideas for this. The scene that lives rent free in my head for them isn't even sexual, but I love it so much. Antoine had to report for international duty while Rodri got to stay home with her for a change. They FaceTime every single day and Anto misses them both terribly, so much so that he manages to get home a day earlier than planned. When he opens the door, he's greeted by reggeaton music playing over the sound system Rodri was adamant on installing. Anto moves further into the house, dropping his suitcase by the stairs and opens the door into the kitchen. He sees his girlfriend throw her head back with laughter as Rodrigo tries to teach her how to dance, wearing that backwards cap both of them love so dearly, while biting his lip to not burst out laughing too. And Anto? He just leans against the wall, taking pictures and videos of the two people he loves most in the entire world.

Charles x reader x Carlos

It technically doesn't matter which way you put their names, this was always meant to happen. The idea I have for them is also the plot for a part 2 to this fic in which Charles allows Carlos to attend a demonstration of the app in person, which quickly leads to some hands-on experience

Charles x reader x Sebastian

The only idea I have for this is basically an extended version of this fic. Seb would have a field day ruining that innocent boy Ferrari poached from Alfa Romeo and I need a minute to compose myself.

If you need me, I'll be over here in a puddle 🫠

[sessakag]

Secrets <3F The Hidden Leaf

Hello, I love this smutty, smut story sooooo much (makes me feel like I’m in the room with them or better yet, I’m experiencing everything Hinata is) 😩 n I loveeee how you’re writing Naruto to be this dominant beast with soooo much tender n care. They’re the HOTTEST no questions ask!

I definitely picture him like this irl n I love how Hinata is getting to experience all these new things 🥰 my lil shy care bear.

Questions: Will Sasuke pardon’s go well? Will Hinata go against her father’s n Clan’s wishes by moving in with Naruto anyways? (She’s basically already living there)

Will Naruto eventually let that hurt go from his first gf n get the balls to marry Hinata? My girl needs a RING 🤷🏾‍♀️

Will Sakura get caught for living file?

Will Lee move on from her ^ after he realizes she’s just using him? I want better for my baby 🥴

Will she n Sasuke get a divorce or will they just work thru their problems? N will she eventually try having xes the way he likes n vice versa?

Will Ino invite Hinata in her bedroom? 🤣 Sis got more than a lil crush on her 🙊

Does Kiba look at Hinata different now? Does he secretly wanna get with her? 👀 (Will he ask to join them?) ps: I don’t mind those 2 together at all I’ve read other fics n omggg their pretty hot…

How will Sasuke ask Naruto to join their bedroom? Or will it be the other way around? 😩😩 Tbcompletelyh I seriously doubt Hinata will be comfortable with him, she’s already embarrassed n shy around him n she’s already having 3/4sums with Naruto’s clones…

(so f’n HOT)

When Sasuke finally does gets a taste will he be addicted? Is these lil fantasies of his an ongoing thing? Will they turn into wet dreams? Will he be possessive? Will Naruto become crazy jealous? Will they… do their own thing? (Don’t mind a lil bxb action) Will Hinata like those 2 together with her? OMG will Kiba see the wholeee thing n get ideas of his own? (He’s a p*rv 🤣) but then again we’re talking ab Kiba lmfaoooo

Will the other guys warm up to Sasuke being around?

Sorry for these long a*s questions 🥴

I LOVE the pacing of this book! A good slow burn is NICE! Don’t rush it pls, it’s all apart of the journey 😭 besides irl they would never move this fast.. but I’m glad you’re writing ab my favorite throuple 🥰🥰 love ur other stories btw

Happy you're enjoying Secrets, even better that you can place yourself in the fic 🥰🥰🥰that's like the highest compliment for a writer 🥹 I'm a staunch believer that stories should be experienced rather than read 🥰

A sweet, dominant Naruto is 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 he's got a firm hand but a tender heart, the perfect combo in my book 🥰 a lot of people wite him as a sub, and I get that could be a thing, but he just gives me Dom energy with a undercurrent of softness and care.

I think his head strong, leadership aura is perfect for coaxing Hinata from her comfort zone and exploring the different layers of sexuality and personality, and he's accepting of the way she is. He tests her boundaries but he also respects her hard limits 🥰 it's really very sweet, I swear, but Naruto himself is a sweetheart, so it comes with the territory.

Your questions shall be answered between Secrets and it's planned sequel :D

Omg, the Ino situation, lot of people have inquired about that teasing attraction dynamic 😂 Ino does like a bit of Hina, but she's so cute, and sweet and adorable, who wouldn't want a bit of Hina?

Their three-way union will be writhe with excitement, soul searching and exploration. I cannot wait to get to that part. This is a slow burn for a reason though, I don't think any of them are the type to jump into something like this either, it needs time and foundation to get to that point. Sasuke can be very stubborn, Hinata can be very shy, Naruto can be very Naruto, it's a delicate balance that I'm not gonna rush, don't you worry!

Secrets doesn't have m/m action(not in the context that we're talking about at least🤭) since there's so much angst and emotional stuff going on, I didn't want to overwhelm myself with it, however, A Cure For Love does have m/m intimacy. That fic is a supernatural, enemies to lovers, throuple story.

I love this long ask, just like the other one 🥰 no worries! Feel free to write as much as you'd like! Thanks for the ask!

Secrets of the Hidden Leaf

[daincrediblegg]

WIP Game

Tagged by @brotherdusk (thank u dear)

The Rules are these:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

MY WIPS:

DIALOGUE BANG BANG (the infamous now 52 page document containing all the dialogue scenes from one warm line)

Chapter 1: Sun Dogs

Tooth and Claw

Paranorma

Untitled Document (that contains francis/lady terror/ jfj throuple stuff that I started last week that may be spoilers oops)

And Now, some Jop and Lady Terror from Dialogue Bang Bang that I wrote exactly a week ago (taking place in the interim between “First Shot’s a Winner Lads” and “A Mercy”):

“Jopson.” “Miss Sinclair, hello.” “Feels like I hardly see you these days.” “Yes, it is hard to get away.” “If… if I may ask…” “How is he?” “He is…” “Please, don’t spare my sensitivities. I want to know.” “He’s in the thick of it now.” “He’s emptying his stomach more often than he’s able to fill it. And sleeps fitfully whenever he calms long enough to do so. His mood swings. Hour to hour it seems. And the tremors…” “I can’t say it’s a good way, Miss.” “You don’t look much in a good way yourself.” “Yeah… but I’d rather lose a little sleep myself to make sure the Captain is well again.” “Jopson, you don’t have to do it all alone, you know.” “Oh Miss Sinclair, you really shouldn’t-” “Jopson. Bless your heart but you need to care for yourself as well.” “Besides I… I want to see him.” “Please, Thomas.” “You’re very kind, Miss Sinclair.”  “But he gave express orders to keep the men out.” “Well, technically you won’t be disobeying orders. I am a woman, after all.” “You do have such a clever ear for the wording of things, Miss Sinclair.” “Here. Bring him this.” “And only sips of water, if he asks. Doctor MacDonald says it may be the only way he’ll be able to keep it down.” “I think can manage that.” “Please, get some rest, Jopson. You’ve earned it well enough.” “Only because I know he’s in good hands, Miss Sinclair.” “Good night.” “Sleep well.”

And in return... I tag (with no pressure attached as ever)...  @prismatica-the-strange @ajokeformur-ray @kittensmctavish and frankly anyone else who would like to participate (but also @trantors knows I’m staring a hole into her soul girl you must show the world some of your wips or I’m going to explode)

[jjungkookislife]

Yay! An update for wrong address and it’s a written one 🥳😍😌 It was fun to see a closer look on them. She finally meets the other guys and finds out they’re an open throuple 😳 and then gets an invite to the private rapline party?!?! 🥵 I would combust 🫠 Jikook being menaces and going 👀 cause MC and Jin be cute so they gotta mess with them 😂 Their little moment along with the feeding sharing of the cookie, adorable 🥺 Also, the automatic response of TaeJin was so funny 🤣

This was a great chapter, thanks for sharing it with us 🥰 I hope you are doing well and not overworking yourself 💜

I’m glad they all got to meet and MC got invited to their group chat bc Seokjin needed saving lmao 🤣

I would be mortified if my friend just blurted out I thought so and so was hot right in front of them lol and then Seokjin being like 🤨 excuse me lmao ah the embarrassment 🤣 but then offering for her to join 👀 tempting lol

They’re so cute I love them 😭 and he took her home after 😭

The automatic response was so funny to me bc it’s happened to me before and I’ve just 🤡

Thank you so much 💖 I’m glad you enjoyed it! Take care!

[usetheeauthor]

Breakfast In Bed (Fluff)

Stucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a short fluff with a hint of spiciness in it. My first fluff so let me know what ya’ll think. Enjoy!

Word Count: 650+ words

Summary: After a night or drinking and very suggestive proposals, you wake up in Steve and Bucky’s bed extremely embarrassed.

Warnings: none other than some implied sexy times

Breakfast In Bed

The sunlight stirs me awake. I sit up and checked my surroundings. I wasn’t in my own bedroom. Then my memories flood back to the other night. I was in my neighbors’ bed. I blush.

Last night, the couple invited me over to for dinner as we’d had a very cool, civil relationship with each other. But I was anything but cool and civil. After some drinks, I was being extremely suggestive and forward. Instead of taking me back to my apartment though, they were kind enough to let me stay in their bed. Alongside them.

I was determined to apologize for my behavior. Just as I was about to get out of bed, Bucky comes out of the bathroom only in boxers with a toothbrush in his mouth. I gawked but quickly recovered as he is a married man.

“Sleepyhead! You’re up. I have a shower running for you.” He says, smiling playfully at me.

“Not before she has her breakfast.” Steve says as he enters the room with a breakfast tray table full of food. It looked and smelled delicious.

“Wow, this is all so very sweet.” If I could move, I’d pinch myself. This had to be a dream. Two gorgeous men catering…to ME. Absolutely maddening.

“It’s nothing, doll.” Steve sets the tray in front of me before placing a kiss on top of my head.

“Steve. James,” I address them. “I want to apologize. You’re a lovely couple and I always have such a great time around you guys. I was super inappropriate yesterday when I suggested…ya know,” I cringed. “I don’t want to screw up the little friendship that I have. Moving to New York was such a huge change for me and you’ve been so kind and welcoming to me. Is there anyway we could forget all the weird things I said and start all over?”

The boys blinked at me, before bursting out in a fit of laughter.

I blinked in confusion. “What’s so funny?” I gave a nervous laugh.

“You really don’t remember what happened last night?” Bucky says, shaking his head in disbelief

“Not at all. Other than me acting like a complete idiot and then crashing on your bed.” I say as I looked down at my breakfast, touching my index fingers together.

I feel the bed sinking on either side of me and my head shot up to see the two very muscular, handsome, and barely clothed men seated to my right and left.

Steve puts a hand on mine. “Well, let us jog your memory. After a couple drinks, you were suggesting us all to being a ‘throuple’ I believed you called it.”

“You mentioned us having really great chemistry together. And we agreed.” Bucky continues, his fingers curling at the ends of my hair.

My breathing quickens, looking back and forth between them.

“In fact, we let you know that we’ve felt the same about you. It’s part of why we wanted to invite you to dinner. To propose the idea.” Steve says, sliding closer to you.

“R-really?”

They both nod. “So, what’ll it be, doll? Will you be our girl?” Now Bucky was also closer to you.

“Yes.” You answered a little too eager for your liking. They found it to be endearing.

“You’ll fit right in.” Bucky smirks. “Also, I still have that shower running for you. Was hoping we could hop in together.”

“Ah, ah. She still has to finish her breakfast.”

“Okay, you join me then, captain.” He winks before heading back to the bathroom.

Steve smiles at his lovable idiot before turning to me. “Eat up, doll. You’re going to need the energy for what we have planned for you today,” He removes his scantily-clad shirt. “Feel free to join us once you’ve finished your meal.” He smirks, leaving me in bed alone.

And I swear I’ve never eaten french toast so fast.

[newbie-whovian]

I am Asexual and Aromantic I just want to see a QPR (queer platonic relationship, forgot what other word is for the Q. That what I know it as) Can I request a 10th doctor x Platonic S/O reader that is immortal with Rose that hits at the Doctor and the Reader has this open/polygamous relationship type thing. That we push the doctor to seek out Romantic relationships but Rose has to understand that Doctor would choose us, we are his primary Relationship. But overall The three of us become a throuple( 3 people in the relationship). Thank you😀😀

Sorry if this is a lot if you need something clear up message me.

Sincerely ~

N.

(Oh absolutely! Thank you for the ask! Let me know if I need to tweak anything)

Movie Night - The Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler x Platonic!Reader

The Doctor caught himself admiring his partners from across the console again; it was fairly easy to do, in his defense. You were right there and so very easy to admire.

He often felt spoiled, being able to say that the two most precious people in his life got to travel with him. He'd met Rose when he still wore a different face but he'd met you in the body he had now; you’d sent out a distress signal from your stranded spacecraft, close to accepting the fact that no one was coming for you when a strange blue box materialized in your cabin.

A door opened and a man with odd hair and a blonde woman with a pink jacket emerged, and once a fair amount of blinking objects had been waved over your ship’s controls, they introduced themselves as the Doctor and Rose Tyler. Interrupted by a cacophony of alarm bells, the Doctor invited you inside the box; apparently your ship was spiraling out of control into a supernova. You agreed, remarking that the inside seemed much larger than the outside to which the Doctor replied, “Heard that one quite a bit.”

They offered you the chance to travel with them, and you agreed. You’d been with them ever since.

Today seemed to be a bit of a lazy day, the kind of day that came few and far between, so you and Rose had schemed to have the Doctor join you for some movies. Rose was dreadful at playing subtle, and as the two of you exchanged crafty glances across the console, her tongue was trapped between her teeth. Thankfully, the Doctor remained oblivious for the time being, watching a monitor as he tried to coax the TARDIS into the course he had planned for tomorrow.

Rose slid into place next to him at the console, saying in what she’d hoped was a coy tone, “Doing anything dreadfully important?”

“Other than trying to make sure we actually end up in Regency era England instead of the center of a supernova, naaah, nothing too important,” he said with a theatrical tug of a lever.

You rolled your eyes and said, “C’mon, the TARDIS can handle herself. Let’s have a lazy day, how about it?” Rose backed you up with a nod, saying, “We’ve got popcorn and everything, and there's so many movies you've got to see, why not start now?"

He continued to circle the console, looking up at the ceiling as he muttered, "Alright alright, you know I can't ever win when the two of you join forces." He pressed a few last buttons before clapping his hands together, saying, "Do your worst!"

Rose rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed his hand, tugging him along behind her as you followed with a laugh.

-

"Well that's not how time travel works!"

"That's not the point!"

"I think that's very much the point! And why would his time machine need gas? That's ridiculous!"

"Because he made it from a car, and cars need gas to run!"

"That's rubbish!"

The three of you were sitting on a couch in some dark room somewhere in the TARDIS, halfway through the last movie in the Back to the Future trilogy and the Doctor had some opinions, naturally. You were nearing the bottom of your popcorn bucket and Rose occasionally reached over for a handful, taking bites between deflecting criticism from the Doctor on her taste in sci-fi.

"I thought the one with the buff German fellow was a doozy, but this is just ridiculous," he said, gesturing with the candy bar he held in his hand.

He stood with a small huff. "I'm going to check our headings."

"You better not be ducking out!" Rose called behind him, watching as he left without another word. She paused the movie with a sigh and leaned back on the couch, offering you a smile.

"He's a handful, but I love him," she said, "have for quite a while now, even back when he was all… leather."

You returned her smile and said, "Leather? Oh lord."

"Yeah, he had this jacket, don't ever think he took it off until… well, he regenerated, and I guess this one didn't like the look too much."

A thought occurred to her and she asked, "What do you think he'll do, once we're gone?"

You glanced back up at the frozen image on the TV screen, sitting silent for a moment before answering, "I have no clue. But I hope he can move on, I mean, I hope he doesn't spend the rest of… however long he lives hung up over us."

"Yeah, that'd be no good," she said, "I want him to be happy."

She smiled again and gave you a playful punch on the shoulder, "And I want you happy too. I care about you both, you know."

You laughed slightly. "I care about you too, both of you, even if you are hooligans," you said, taking another bite of popcorn.

The Doctor strode back inside the room, flopping down on the couch in between you two and saying, "Right! Back to 'trying to kickstart a time machine with horses!'"

Rose wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying, "Whatever, you big goof."

He gave you both a cheeky smile and started the movie back up, tearing into another candy bar.

The three of you watched the movie with occasional comments from the Doctor, and after a minute you rested your head on his shoulder. He smiled and let his head rest back against the couch; how did he get so lucky?

[thatfanficstuff]

Human - Elijah x reader x Klaus

Throuple - Elijah x Reader x Klaus

Warnings: nope, light flangst

A/N: Celebration Summer #28. First Prompt was Person A gets upset and only Person B can calm them. Second Prompt is in bold below.

***

Of all the issues that came with dating two of the Original brothers, the one that bothered you the most was their new found reluctance to allow you to help with their problems. After all, you’d proven yourself again and again before you were in a relationship with them. You weren’t suddenly weak because you fell in love with them. Human you may be, but you’d been trained to fight the supernatural and had more than a few tricks up your sleeve.

The latest issue was witches. Witches operating in a cemetery vampires couldn’t enter without invitation. But you could, and had, in fact, already come up with a plan to bring the coven down. Elijah had readily seen the logic of what you proposed. While he didn’t like to see you in danger, he knew you were capable of doing what needed to be done. Nik, however, had you pulling your hair out.

“I said no,” he yelled as he glowered at you. The others in the room just watched the two of you, used to this particular dynamic. Niklaus was short tempered at the best of times. You were more than used to him yelling when he wasn’t going to be able to get his way. Once he had it out of his system, he’d calm down, hug you and apologize. Yes, it wasn’t the healthiest relationship, but normally it wasn’t really you he was yelling at and you knew that. Frankly, you weren’t certain the hybrid was capable of being in a perfectly healthy relationship.

You sighed. “I don’t understand why you won’t see the logic here, Nik. If I don’t go in, who will? You know I’m good at getting in and out without being seen. Why won’t you just let me help?” Your volume had risen in your annoyance, but you were far from yelling.

He leaned forward until he was inches from your face. “Because you don’t help. You are human and fragile and will only serve to be a distraction as you normally are.”

Pain slammed through you with his words. Perhaps they wouldn’t have hurt so much if he hadn’t been acutely aware that you feared being in the way more than anything. Of being useless. “Oh.” Your voice broke as tears pooled in your eyes.

Nik’s gaze immediately softened. “Wait, love. I didn’t mean—”

You held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just go. You can go back to your planning once I’m gone.”

With that, you hurried from the room, ignoring your name being called behind you. “Nicely done, Niklaus,” you heard Elijah snap before he raised his voice. “I’ll see you home, elskling.”

***

You had hoped that once Elijah saw you home, he would leave. You should have known better. So, instead of being alone to cry over Nik, you were sat in your other boyfriend’s lap. Your head laid against his shoulder and his head was on top of yours. Hot tears ran down your cheeks. Elijah let you sit in silence while his hand caressed your spine.

“I only wanted to help.” Your voice caught several times as you spoke which only had you crying again. “I’m sorry.”

He made soothing noises and kissed your forehead. “There is nothing to be sorry for, sweetling. Niklaus is in the wrong here. You may be human but you are neither fragile nor in the way.”

You sniffed and wiped tears away as best you could.

He made a humming noise as if he just thought of something. “You are incredibly distracting, however. I can’t seem to keep my eyes, or my hands, off you when you’re in the room.”

That had you smiling just a little as you laughed softly.

“There’s my girl.” He placed his hand beneath your chin to tilt your head back and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Love you, ‘Lijah,” you whispered as you laid your head back on his shoulder.

“I love you, too, sweetling.”

A few minutes later, a knock sounded at your door. You glanced up at your boyfriend to find him glaring at the door. He patted your thigh as he shifted out from underneath you. “Stay here. I’ll get it.”

You could see the door from where you sat, but you couldn’t see into the hall. Elijah kept one hand on the door and the other in his pocket as he frowned at your visitor. “Why are you here? Haven’t you done enough?”

Of course, it was Nik.

“I know I’m an idiot. I hardly need you to remind me.” Nik’s voice drifted to you, bitterness heavy in his tone.

A laugh escaped you, both at his words and how despondent he sounded. He might be an idiot, but at least he was your idiot.

The hybrid tried to peek in the door when he heard you and Elijah shifted his stance so he was blocking his view. “Can I see her?” Nik asked.

Elijah glanced over to you. When you nodded in answer, he rolled his eyes which only had you smiling again. He returned the gesture before facing his brother. “If you make her cry again, I will not be forgiving,” he said and stepped out of the way.

Nik hurried into the apartment and knelt in front of you. His hand cupped your cheek. “I am so sorry, love. I didn’t mean any of it. I mean, you are a distraction but not the way I implied.”

You smiled. “Yes, I had that conversation with your brother already.”

He smirked though it quickly fell. “Forgive me? Please?”

Your smile dropped as well and you swallowed past the lump in your throat. “You hurt me, Nik.”

His laid his forehead against yours. “I know. I have no excuse. I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath and leaned your head against the back of the couch. “I’ll forgive you on two conditions.”

He lifted a brow and looked over his shoulder to Elijah who shrugged. He had no idea what you wanted. Nik put his attention back on you. “Okay, love. Let’s hear it.”

“First,” you said and held up a finger, “you let me help with the witches.”

His jaw tightened but he said nothing as he ran his eyes over your face.

“You know I’m the only one you trust to go in there without you,” you pressed.

Finally, he sighed and gave a nod. “You’re right. We’ll discuss the details later.”

You grinned and held up a second finger to join the first. “Two, we go back to your house. My bed isn’t big enough for the three of us.”

That had both men smiling wide. Nik leaned forward and captured your lips with his. “I think that can be arranged,” he said when he pulled away.

You walked back to the house flanked by the loves of your life, your hands wrapped tightly in theirs.

[tteokbokkei]

hey! i saw requests were open and i was wondering if i could get some poly asahi and daichi headcanons :3

𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘪 + 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

pairing - asahi x gn!reader x daichi

warnings - none

Well done, you managed to get two of the biggest catches that volleyball has to offer

Seriously, they’re such gentlemen and always treat you, and each other,  with amazing amounts of respect and love

The team think you guys are the most wholesome dynamic ever and they love how happy you make them

However, you’re probably going to get a small talk from Suga and have to pry Noya off of your taller partner at some point

The relationship started with you and Daichi but you soon noticed the way he looked at Asahi when you guys were together and he noticed the same about you

The taller boy was soon being invited on dates(not that he knew they were dates) and was bright red pretty much the entire time

You and Daichi soon got the message that he had no idea what you two’s intentions were but he had given you enough confidence to finally just ask him out

He was a little confused about the dynamics etc and spent a couple of days thinking it over with Suga’s help but he eventually came up to you both after school and accepted your offer

You were over the moon about being in a relationship with them, they were just so pretty??? And kind??? And they treated you well???

Daichi always teases Asahi about how nervous and red he gets no matter how long you’ve been dating and you can’t help but join in sometimes

The way your giant softie of a boyfriend glows like a hot poker every time you two tease him is just too good of a view to pass up

Not to say they don’t turn the tables on you sometimes

Often they will walk up to you after practice or walking home and kiss/hug you in the middle of the street just to see how flustered they can make you

Daichi is honestly the instigator of most of the teasing, you and Asahi have ways of getting him back though

Talking about our lovely Sawamura, he is such a gentleman it’s insane and he really sets the bar for boyfriends

When you three all started dating he would bring two separate bouquets of flowers in your favourite colours

To every. Single. Date.

Asahi showed his affection in different ways, he would always make you and Daichi little presents or snacks and give them to you with the biggest blush on his face

Now, Daichi eats like he’s been starved so he was exceptionally happy to get these things and you have a specific shelf in your room dedicated almost entirely to the little trinkets Azumane would make you

You and your shorter boyfriend help bring him out of his shell a lot, to the point where he has gotten comfortable with public affection

At first, all three of you were scared to be affectionate because you were nervous and didn’t know how people were going to react

But you’re also a rather intimidating throuple so people don’t tend to come up to you in the street and start yelling

Its a common occurrence for you to be walking down the street between them, a hand each grasped in yours, but you switch it up fairly often

Asahi likes having a part of him touching one of you at all times like resting his knee against yours or back hugging you while you study, just subtle sweet things

Daichi keeps it sweet and simple with his affection in public with short kisses pressed just about anywhere or hugging you and doing a little spin

In private though they are both touchier than you would believe

You are literally dating two teddy bears like one is the softest human being you know and the other has super strong arms that he loves to wrap around you

You often end up snuggles into Asahi’s side with Daichi spooning you and holding your hand at the same time

One of you probably ends up on the floor at some point but whoever does gets to lay in the middle and be cuddled

You both like to lay on Asahi’s chest too cause your boyfriend has big pecs let’s be real here and they make perfect pillows

This is veering into cuddle hcs whoops

They just care a lot about you and each other and they have their own individual way of showing it

Daichi is quick to tell you the truth about things and give well-needed advice but he also has uplifting, lasting compliments/comfort that stick to both you and your other boyfriends head like glue dots

Asahi is a gentle angel, he whispers soft words into the top of your heads and always makes sure you remember you are both loved and appreciated, even if he isn’t the best at verbalising that

Your styles of affection blend together so well and they add up to an awesome relationship with awesome people

reblogs are appreciated! hope you guys enjoyed <3 feel free to drop me an ask, i'm a new blog so I don't have many hehe

[theunrealinsomniac]

Could you give me some Narusakuino headcanons?

HA!

I wasn't expecting this one. Like not even a little lol.

The usual reaction to me mentioning NaruSakuIno tends to go in one of two directions and it's predictably short lived as a conversation.

But I *do* have some. I'll give you three for now. You can decide if they're Canon!AU territory or Modern!AU things.

So:

NaruSakuIno Headcanon #1: Naruto would like you to know that whether it be just a one time threesome, a standing arrangement or a full on polyamorous relationship, it was never his idea. No matter the universe and the circumstance, this was not his idea.

He's more than happy with it, two beautiful women wanting to spend time with him and in some cases loving him? Who he loves back too? As long as everyone involved is happy and feeling the love, Naruto's more than okay with his unorthodox love life lol.

But it was still not his idea.

He promises.

NaruSakuIno Headcanon #2: In a few universes, Naruto and Sakura are a couple who occasionally let Ino into their bed.

In one in particular it started because Ino did something stupid.

She basically made a drunken pass at Naruto and wound up kissing him fully on the lips, before the man could stop her. In front of Sakura.

She sobered up but quick when Sakura shouted out and immediately set to apologising before her friend closed the distance between them and trapped Ino again a wall.

'Ask first Pig,' Sakura whispered, never breaking eye contact from the ... excited blonde. 'Like this. Kiss me too?'

And she did, and then Naruto joined in and they didn't surface until morning.

NaruSakuIno Headcanon #3: Sakura worried once that inviting Naruto to come live with her and Ino while his dreadful flat was being renovated would change things between them.

That it would become a challenge between the two blonds over who was her actual best friend.

Naruto was a wonderful human being and he treated all of his friends, especially her, like they were made of gold. But Ino had been her bestie since before they'd even gone to school.

If they'd made her choose between them, she didn't think she'd have been able to, and she'd have lost them both.

She needn't have worried. Naruto gelled so well with the women's home routine that when his flat's renovations were over ... none of them wanted him to leave.

So he didn't. But they definitely needed a bigger place for them all to live. There were only two bedrooms and Naruto needed his own space.

So he sold his flat, and the girls sold theirs too and they all bought a three bedroom house and moved into it together.

Where they still live to this day. Even if they only really use ONE of the bedrooms nowadays.

Sorry if you were looking for more fluffy stuff but this throuple has always just screamed sex at me lol.

Thank you for asking!

[sarahlevys]

SO YOU WANT TO GET INTO TWYLEXIS

(a fic rec post - last updated 10/31/2021)

11/25/20: I have been talking to a lot of people about The Good Ship Twylexis, and when @earnmysong asked me for some fic recs, I could not resist! Below are some of my favorites, organized by length. This is not intended to be an exhaustive list, and is simply composed of some of the ones I’ve read. I hope you check them out!

10/31/21: Nearly a year later, the fandom has grown by leaps and bounds! I've been able to add many excellent Twylexis fics to the below list. I tried to keep these recs focused on fics in which they are either the only ship or a substantial part of the narrative, so while there are many fics nowadays that have Twylexis as a side pairing, those will not be listed below. Now that we can be more choosy, I've also removed fics that featured Twylexis as part of a throuple or moreple (so that I can hopefully do a fic rec list for that specifically in the future!)

So I see Alexis is getting back out there. (Short Reads)

in the middle of the deep blue night – T – 577 – by @hullomoon

Alexis is all alone at the party, that is, until Twyla joins her.

in the hack – G – 2K – by thingswithwings

After Ted, and before the Next Thing, Alexis joins a curling team. She's great at it, because, what, like it's hard?

Icarus had the right idea – T – 4K – by Luthor

In which Alexis convinces Twyla to take her to the beach, and has an okay-time I guess. 

never saw you coming, never be the same – G – Podfics! 15 minutes in total – by DelilahMcMuffin, GoLBPodfics, & Amanita_Fierce

Three different perspectives from Twyla Sands and Alexis Rose's first Pride spent together as a couple.

to be your harbor – E – 4K – by @doublel27

Twyla uses some of her money on things that are special to her. Alexis is special to Twyla. Luckily, Twyla is precious to Alexis.

and it's just around the corner darling, 'cause it in lives in me (no, I could never give you peace) – T – 3K – by beepbedeep

She’s what people call the worst, most pointless kind of celebrity, a socialite, and she does it better than anyone else. It’s good, she knows it’s good, she’s serving her purpose, playing her part perfectly, and if she doesn’t really know how to be alone with herself, how to handle the actual weight of her life when the gossip blogs get bored and the photographers stop showing up for a while, that’s fine.

i knew from the beginning (it was you from the beginning) – T – 1K – by @anniemurphys

Twyla and Alexis celebrate, at a distance.

i took an arrow to the heart – G – 3K – by @sarahlevys and @landofsonlali

Twyla calls Alexis in celebration of the fourth anniversary of their friendship, and the conversation shifts to their feelings for each other. Together, they start to explore the intricacies of love and relationships.

aflame – T – 4K – by @pretendtofly

Alexis has a few days left in Schitt's Creek after the wedding and Twyla wants to spend them all together.

could be your baby, ride the same whip (oh no, no, there's no slowin' down) – T – 3K – by @turningtimeinthetardis

Alexis doubts anything too surprising will happen when she and Twyla decide to go on a little shopping spree (such as they can afford, that is) at one of Elmdale’s boutiques. Maybe they’ll encounter some truly hideous blends of patterns, but nothing stranger than that.

After all, if there’s one thing Schitt’s Creek and the surrounding suburbs can offer, it’s quiet predictability.

I weigh a hundredandfuckingsomething pounds (that makes me almost good) – G – 2K – by beepbedeep

Her legs don’t look good, but half of the girls she knows have legs that look even worse, smiles that are even more shark-toothed or arms that are even less toned, and she reminds herself that these are just the rules', that she knows the rules and knows where she’s failing, but other people are failing more.

shining, shimmering, splendid – G – 1K – by @davidbrewer

Twyla finally starts spending some of her lottery winnings on things that make her smile, and learns how much she loves to travel. Who better to show her around the world than Alexis?

ask 'em my questions and get some answers – G – 1K – by @lilythesilly

Alexis and Twyla meet at Disneyland.

a handprint on my heart – T – 4K – by averita

Five times Alexis and Twyla visit each other.

Merry Go Round – T – 2K – by Perkalil

In her first days in town, Alexis is in a rough place; she finds kindness and compassion in the local cafe waitress.

feel you on my skin – E – 1K – by @hullomoon

Alexis notices what Twyla's wearing. She has a lot of feelings about it.

you make everything good – G – by @rosedavid

Twyla has to go and visit her gaggle of cousins for two weeks, and Alexis is pouty about her girlfriend leaving for so long.

didn't ask for this – you freely gave it (so now i watch your mouth for the both of us) – T – 6K – by @turningtimeinthetardis

Alexis chops her name down to three letters like it's nothing.

Twyla thinks about it a lot.

putting roots in my dreamland – G – 4K – by @lilythesilly

A twylexis flowershop au.

(but if baby, i'm the bottom) you're the top – E – 3K – by @sarahlevys

Five times Twyla tops Alexis, and one time she lets Alexis top her.

three o'clock – E – 2K – by @schittyfic

Two tipsy girlfriends thirst over the hot, bearded guy across the bar.

shivers – E – 5K – by @anniemurphys

Alexis has a long day in an airport, and Twyla wants to take care of her.

This Stupid, Wonderful, Boring, Amazing Job – G – 1K – by @lilythesilly

A cute lil 'The Office' AU.

in calm or stormy weather – T – 4K – by @anniemurphys and @landofsonlali

On National Siblings Day, Alexis spends the day with her favorite brother Patrick, and David bonds with Twyla.

all i need is to see your face – G – 1K – by @wild-aloof-rebel

Alexis has doubts. Twyla knows how to soothe them.

got a fistful of four leaf clovers – T – 1K – by iphigenias

Two weeks before Christmas Alexis calls David.

“So I think I like someone,” she says.

all i want is you – T – 1K – by @landofsonlali

alexis is too restless to cuddle and worries about being a good partner to twyla who loves cuddling. twyla reassures her.

Fifty Shades of Gruyere – E – 2K – by @schittposting

Alexis and Twyla eat cheese and fuck.

I dreamt about you last night – G – 930 – by sonichallows

Alexis has a romantic dream about Twyla and tells her about it the next day.

Mistletoe – T – 2K – by in48frames

Alexis and Twyla go ice skating.

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Twy, what are you doing here? You could be anywhere, doing anything. (Medium Reads)

Twyla's Cafe Podcast, An Alexis Rose Production, Produced by Alexis Rose (with help from Twyla) – T ��� 6K – by @whetherwoman

Twyla and Alexis start a podcast, and accidentally have some feelings along the way.

Crystal Clear – G – 6K – by @imalittlebitgogirl

Twyla and Alexis meet at a Winter Solstice celebration and bond over being newcomers...with more connections than they first realize.

take me out (and take me home) – M – 7K – by @anniemurphys and @landofsonlali

When Twyla’s Thanksgiving plans fall through at the last minute, Alexis flies back to Schitt’s Creek.

know that i’m yours (to keep) – T – 8K – by @anniemurphys

Five times Alexis and Twyla talk at Café Tropical.

And one time they talk somewhere else.

I Offer You My Heart – G – 10K – by @landofsonlali​, with art and podfic by @sunlightsymphony

Twyla is the owner of a coffee shop in Schitt's Creek and Alexis is a frequent customer, featuring pining, flirtation, and a whole lot of beverages and baked goods.

Oh Please, Not Now – T – by in48frames

“Oh,” Twyla says. “Yeah. Schitt’s Creek is super haunted."

Ladies Night Inn – T – 15K – by @imalittlebitgogirl

What if Twyla had accepted Alexis' invitation to a ladies night in her motel room after she and Mutt broke up?

i'm your moonlight, you're my star – M – 14K – by @sarahlevys and @anniemurphys

Twyla and Alexis spend the holidays together.

and the stars look very different today – T – 12K – by @hullomoon, with art from @hagface

Teaming up with a group of talented women, Alexis plans her next job

Hide Your Diamonds, Hide Your Exes – T – 8K – by @middyblue

Alexis may or may not be a diamond thief. Twyla is the FBI agent tasked with finding her.

heaven is a place not too far away – T – 8K – by @sarahlevys

Alexis' soulmate mark – the ability to sing – triggers when she moves to Schitt's Creek.

Pretty Follies – T – 9K – by @treepyful

Alexis and Twyla team up to play matchmaker for Stevie and Ruth.

Unfortunately, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Everything That We'd Ever Need – E – 12K – by @middyblue

5 times Twyla went skinny-dipping and 1 time she wore a dress.

Rollin' With the Homies – T – 9K – by @sarahlevys

The Clueless AU.

Phasers Set to Stunning – T – 9K so far (WIP – 2/4 chapters published) – by @kindofspecificstore

Patrick wins passes to San Diego Comic Con, and takes his best friend Twyla with him. Alexis Rose, rising star of Galactic Sunrise Bay, is attending for the first time and has her eyes on a super cute cosplayer.

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I was thinking we could have a little ladies' night at my place. (Long Reads)

you and i and nobody else - E – 124K so far (WIP – 7/10 chapters published) – by @sarahlevys​ and @anniemurphys​

Twyla Sands and Alexis Rose meet on Mutt’s season of The Bachelor.

Maybe If You Stayed – E – 14K – by @fraudulentzodiac

“Years down the line, this is the moment she will look back on as the moment she should have known she was in love.“

your body’s poetry (speak to me) – E – 19K – by @anniemurphys

Ballet AU.

I’ve Only Ever Wanted Fire – M – 26K – by @sarahlevys​, with art from @rhetoricalk

Written for the prompt: Twyla is a real estate agent specializing in properties that are haunted or possessed. Alexis is looking for a new apartment.

Silence Lay Steadily – E – 44K – by @davidbrewer

A ghost story loosely inspired by The Haunting of Hill House.

like glass from sandy ground – M – 18K – by @middyblue

Five times Alexis ran from grief, and one time she didn't.

Taste of a Poison Paradise – M – 15K – by @lilythesilly

Be gay do crimes but make it a Harley Quinn AU.

Half of My Soul, as the Poets Say – E – 20K – by mixtapesandsunsets

Yes, she imagines telling the Alexis of two years ago, who had felt so untethered sitting next to Twyla outside these very rooms. You believe in fate. Your fate is right in front of you, Lex, you just need to reach out to meet it. It’s her. It has always been her.

[freetheworms]

okay so i saw the pining club thing,, and i just thought imagine if there was a second piners club with some of the other losers (maybe eddie and stan or something idk) and then one day mike gets invited to that one,, and he goes and he chills (he knows the drill) and listens to the other losers (begrudgingly) talk about their feelings and and then he makes it his personal mission to get all the couples together

omg anon your MIND !! matchmaker mike is my jam i guess so i wrote a thing

•••

he gets benverly together first because they’re both mostly sane.

ben and mike spend a lot of time talking about beverly, because the way ben talks about her is so gentle and beautiful, mike just likes to listen to it. he thinks bev should hear it too

mike knows beverly has a complicated relationship with herself, and men, and love in general, so he doesn’t push her. he gives her space to vent and contemplate, and he reminds her of her value as often as he can. after all, “we accept the love we think we deserve,” right?

in the end, ben is too shy to take mike’s advice (“just TELL HER ben, trust me!”), but beverly manages to confess her feelings eventually, one clear summer night at the quarry, after the other losers had gone home. ben put his coat around her shoulders just as she started to get cold.

“you deserve better than your father, bev. i know that, ben knows that, and you need to know that too,” mike’s words echo in her head as she revels in the kindness that radiates off ben at all times. he knows what she needs before even she does, because he knows her. because he cares. because that’s was loving someone is supposed to be like. and she loves him so much in that moment she just has to say it.

ben thinks he might actually pass out from the shock and excitement of it all. he bites his tongue in his haste to finally say “i love you too”

***

next to pair up is reddie. that one takes some more finessing because they’re both so far in the closet it’s not funny, and because they’re both completely obtuse and bad at communication.

richie is sure he’ll never be ready to risk rejection from the person he loves most. so mike and richie spend a lot of time working on his fear of abandonment, and how not to deflect with a joke every time he feels those (or any) emotions.

then he has to help eddie work through the homophobia his mom instilled in him; remind him that he isn’t dirty for liking richie. he’s pretty sure eddie deflects those feelings by constantly yelling at richie, but eddie’s not ready for that conversation

mike isn’t sure he’s getting through to either of them until one scorching summer day when eddie is in the middle of yelling at richie for an ill-timed joke. eddie stops mid-thought to take a drink of water from his bottle because the sun is baking the clubhouse walls like an oven, and the heat is overwhelming. when he’s done, he hands it to richie automatically, even as he continues to rant at him.

richie is so overcome by the fact that eddie openly cares about his wellbeing even when he’s angry at him, that he forgoes listening to the rest of his rant, and (maybe accidentally) blurts out that he loves him. well, technically he says, “i love your moms son!” but eddie gets it.

mike can’t believe that worked, but also he can’t believe he expected anything less disastrous from those two

***

then comes stanlonbrough

that one’s a lot harder, because stan likes bill, but mike also likes bill. but then, he likes stan too. that part is a secret though, but stan knows they both have feelings for bill (after all, mike couldn’t very well join their pining club by lamenting his love for stan instead). in fact, the two had bonded early on over their shared folly, both convinced bill was straight.

and then sometimes, when they were laying in the dark of stans bedroom, nearly nose to nose, whispering stupid things about bill, mike felt the urge to kiss stan.

it was all very weird and confusing and mike was (not so) happy to just leave it all alone. but then he began to watch his advice bridge the gap between benverly and reddie, and he started to wonder. maybe if it worked for them... he stayed up nights thinking about it.

he wasn’t the only one. bill came out to the losers not weeks after reddie get together, bolstered by the acceptance they got from the group. stan and mike exchanged pointed glances

things might’ve been awkward had mike not brought bill to the remaining pining club, ie. him and stan. they were both understandably confused until mike started pacing. they knew it was something serious then

both stan and bill wondered separately if it could possibly be the impossible. the thing they hadn’t dared to hope for

then mike explained that he had feelings for them both, and he knew that was weird, but it was true and he’d managed to help the others so he had to at least take his own advice and please don’t hate him—

no one’s sure who spoke first, but stan and bill both cut mike off at the same time to confess that they were feeling the same way. bill cries

and no one remarks on how convenient it is that the losers all happen to couple (throuple??) up perfectly

***

this got so long, i haven’t written for the fandom in a long time and this was such a good idea, i got carried away... anyway i love this concept thank u