So, I was thinking about a Spider-Man x Male Reader x Iron Fist, I haven't thought of the story idea yet, but I just wanted to know what you think of the three, but I can think of other rival Marvel characters
When in Krakoa
Summary: It’s nearly the start of season two, marked off by Emma Frost throwing a gala on an island with some secret caves. It’s the perfect spot for the proposal Lin and Peter have for you. Pairing: Lin Lie x Male!reader x Peter Parker Word Count: 4.9k Tags/Warnings: smut, m/m/m threesome, bottom reader, mean top Lin, soft top Peter, oral (r receiving, Peter receiving), semi-public sex, Marvel Rivals talk, spit as lube, Eiffel tower, double penetration, established safe-word, A/n: I was waiting to see if Lin and Peter got gala outfits but I don’t think they will so I just used the outfits they got this season
The Doom’s, or Doomed Squared, you’ve since dubbed them, have decided that their catalog of heroes and villains are in need of a break from the fights. The first season came to an end sooner than you expected it to and to celebrate the start of a new season, you’d be going into the Hellfire Gala hosted by Emma Frost. Joining her would be a new map, one of two based in Kraoka.
And, seeing as it was a gala, everyone was given new outfits. You’d gotten a handful of outfits so far, three aside from the one you joined in. One that was just your regular outfit in different colors, one that was more cowboy-ish, and another that was apparently from a movie you were a part of in a different universe. Each time they came in a box and would randomly appear on your suit stand when it was your time to fight. This one was different, though. When you tried it on, your whole appearance changed.
There was something different about this outfit. Something about the fancy-ness of it felt different and when you used your powers, there was a harp tune. It was different for each of your abilities.
“The moon,” You hear on your way to the kitchen.
“Yes, Steven, the moon,” Tony replies through a sigh.
“I’m Marc,”
The base is set up like those reality shows games; you think Big Brother is a close correlation. Everyone has their own room and bathroom but there’s a communal kitchen sort of thing. There’s a pool, too. In the backyard, there are rumors that the base is going to switch with the seasons and you’re going to get a beach soon. Can’t wait for that one.
“Hey, did you read the patch notes for this season?” Bruce asks, briefly looking up from his tablet. Every half season, the Dooms find things that they would like to see or don’t currently like and… well patch the little game they’ve created. Whenever they do they send what’s basically a company-wide email but everyone gets the SparkNotes version from either Bruce, Tony, Strange, or more recently, Reed. Everyone else either doesn’t care or doesn’t want to read all of that.
You included.
“Oh no, they sent them already? Anything about me?” Bruce hums, scrolling up and down trying to remember.
“Alright, yes, Kurage. It says: (Y/n) will get some adjustments to his survivability and offensive capabilities. He will be getting an increased AoE on his plunge attack from 5 meters to 10. Increase base health from 250 to 270. Decrease range from his Water Daggers from 40 meters to 25 meters. Reduces cooldown time for Bake-Kurage from 10 seconds to 7.5 seconds and increases the range from 10 meters to 20 meters.” As he’s talking, some of the others enter the living area, gathering around to hear their changes.
“Decrease my range? Fuck, man,” You sigh, leaning against the counter. “Do I get any new team-ups? Do I keep my Luna team up- fuck, Bruce I love my ice shards!” Bruce pushes his glasses up and looks at you, he knows you love those shards, he’s been on the receiving end more than enough to know that. “Sorry,”
“You’re getting 4 buffs and 1 nerf. Some of us got only nerfs,” Natasha points at Strange who’s leaning with his head in his bands, his tablet tossed on the coffee table. Rocket isn’t doing any better, he’s scratching up one of the sofa cushions.
“Shit, sorry, dude.”
“You have two new team-ups,” Bruce says and you perk up, looking back at him. “And yes, your Luna team-up is still active. But you’re the anchor for a new team-up called: Karmic Waters. It is with you and Lin Lie. It says; ‘As the Team-up Anchor, Kurage gains a maximum health increase of 100 and a 2 percent boost in damage output. Iron-Fist unlocks a new ability, through his team-up up he is able to combine his attacks water! My assumption is that the water will splash and either heal him or deal damage to whoever it splashes on.” Not boring, but it’s nothing really for you.
You blink, messing with the fabric of your shirt. “Wha— what’s the other team-up?”
“Ah, yes. It is called…” He scrolls before he finds it. “Sticky Waters. It is with you and Peter Parker. It reads: As the Team-up Anchor, Spider-Man gains a maximum health increase of 100 and a 5 percent increase in movement speed. Kurage unlocks a new sticky water.” Fucking score!
“Oh, that’s dope!” You grin, looking around for Peter and Lin. They’re both on the couch, whispering to each other but when Lin catches your gaze, he raises his hand for a two-finger wave and Peter turns, his ears red as he waves too. “We should head to the practice range to test it out.”
Both of them share a look before readily agreeing. “No time like the present, right?” Peter stands up and cracks his back. Lin stands too and you shrug. Sure, why not? With the three of you in agreement, you each head upstairs to change. You’re not allowed out of the compound without wearing one of the Doom approved outfits, so.
Your hero outfit, in your opinion, is sort of pirate-meets siren. Which is understandable, considering you’re a siren-like-mutant. You have a big ole black leather trench coat with a red trim, brown leather boots with shell anklets, an open shirt with a silk belt, and a literal fishnet as an additional belt over top bell-bottoms that looked like flowing waves. You’re glad they didn’t include a pirate hat.
Each step you take towards the portal sounds like the ocean, a slight ocean smell naturally rolls off of you when you wear that particular outfit. It alerts Peter and Lin as they wait in the spawn room, leaning against the wall and talking about their various combos. Peter finally perfected getting to point from one of the spawn rooms— but he wouldn’t get into too much detail. You all still fight each other depending on the teams.
“Ready?” Lin asks, pushing up from the wall. He’s in his basic outfit while Peter is in his Scarlet Spider outfit. Nodding, the three of you head down to the training room— Peter quickly makes a race out of it. He swings out of the room, flipping behind a wall and you look at Lin who grins and uses his abilities to run to the practice room.
By the time you get there, they’re already messing with the settings on the purple tablet. Taking the timer off, no music— that sort. And once you’re there, you apply the team-ups.
You test out your sticky water on Lin, finding that when it lands on him he gets stuck in place for around two seconds before his movement is slowed for another two. He tells you that it did some damage, around five and tries out your team-up on Peter. Peter, against his will, has to take the flurry of punches from Lin and finds out that the team-up is exactly what they thought. When the water splashes it deals damage and heals Lin.
Once Lin is done, Peter says he’s at half-health and looks at you expectantly. You laugh as you place down your healing jellyfish next to him, unaware of the glare Lin is giving to Peter.
The three of you spend another hour or so in the training area. It’s mainly Lin and Peter fighting each other and then rushing to you to get healed. And you guess at some point, Peter was too tired to run to you like Lin was. So while you were distracted with Jeff who had wandered inside, he webbed you over to him.
Now, you’ve been on the receiving end of Peter’s web’s numerous times. He’s spawned camped you and every other healer a million times before, so you know the feeling of his web wrapping around you and that feeling of him yanking you. But you’ve never felt him pull you into him.
“Caught you,” He grins, his mask pulled up over his nose and his hands placed firmly on your lower hips. “Do I get my prize?” You’re too caught up in the proximity to notice Lin sneaking up behind you and flinch when his chest is to your back, his hands above Peter’s.
“What?” He teases looking at Peter. “Can’t keep up with me?” Peter frowns, turning his attention to Lin as he tries to pull you closer. You’re nearly pelvis to pelvis at this point and Lin is no help, you can feel his thigh pressing against your ass as he leans in closer.
Truth be told, you’re enjoying this little sandwich moment. Even more when you see them glaring at each other, trying to pull you closer to each of them but neither is giving up.
“Are you three done?” Loki groans from the stairs, his heeled shoes clicking with each step. “Some of us would like to use the training room, too.” Both of them pull away and Peter sputters out some response before the three of you leave Loki, Adam, and Mantis to their training session.
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With the gala starting in ten minutes, everyone is dressed and ready to have some fun and meet Emma. You glance over everyone’s outfit as you wait for the portal to load in the lobby area. T’Challa’s Damisa-Sarki, Tandy and Ty’s Dance Partner, Widow’s Runaway Veil, Steve’s Star Spangled Style— dozens of amazing outfits that everyone looked amazing in. Your eyes catch Lin and Peter, the two of them off in a corner again.
Peter was in a new outfit; Spider-Oni and Lin had Immortal Weapon of Agamotto. Neither of which really screamed gala but hey, they didn’t pick the outfits anymore than you picked yours. Peter straightens up, looking around before his eyes land on you and he waves. Damn Spider-sense. Waving back, you’re pulled into a conversation with Ororo.
You’d be a fool to think that Lin didn’t look— putting it in a less crass way— amazing in his outfit. The cropped jacket with a dragon painted on his chest, his pants low enough that you can see the end of his happy trail— it was... It was hot. You wished the Doom’s would give Peter a maskless outfit because you think seeing his face on your team more often would definitely boost your morale but no. They’re hard-stuck on keeping his stupid mask on. Starving you of the face you’d see in your dreams.
When the portal sparks to life the conversations around you die down and everyone perks up a little. The invitation said eight sharp and it was seven-fifty.
“Go ahead, Rogers,” Tony coughs into his fist, pretending like he wasn’t speaking. Steve looks at him, clearly unamused but walks through first. When nothing bad happens, everyone trickles inside.
“To all our new guests from across the timeline, I welcome you: The Hellfire Gala!” Emma says as she walks towards the group, a blue champagne glass in her fingers. “Welcome, one and all to: Krakoa. This living island may be a sovereign mutant nation but tonight our home is yours.” You can see a sort of red carpet in the distance, automated cameras waiting for someone to go into frame, tables with no real seats and even the Dooms. Emma raises her glass into the air. “Enjoy!”
Your eyes trail back to Emma as she joins the older X-Men, along with Sai and Illyana. You’re unsure of what to do with yourself, so you drift about, looking at this Krakoa. It’s very similar to the one from your universe— timeline. You wonder if your little hideout is still in the same spot.
Grabbing a vine of grapes, you wander around the area, trying to find a good moment to leave when a hand on your shoulder startles you. “(Y/n),” Emma says and you turn to look up at her. She’s different from your Emma, her hair is different, she’s buffer, her outfits aren’t that white you’re used to. But she still stares at you with that arched eyebrow because she knows you’re up to something. “You wouldn’t be trying to leave, right?” She muses.
“Not for long,” You awkwardly laugh. “I just wanted to explore,” Emma crosses her arms under her chest and you swallow your spit, looking away from her.
“It’s nice to see you’re still similar to my (Y/n),” She says. “Tell me, are you still one of mine?”
“I am,” You nod. “I work under you and Ororo back in my timeline.” She smiles, patting your shoulder before leaving. As she walks away, you can see Lin and Peter again shoulder to shoulder, whispering to each other. They’re near the cameras, scanning opposite sides of the gala venue before you lock eyes with Lin. He points at you and then beckons you over, telling something to Peter.
Walking over, you see Peter take his mask off before attaching it to his hip. He looks flushed, his hair is messier than usual so you can imagine how stuffy that mask must’ve been. Lin seems fine in his mask, grinning as you get closer.
Once you’re at arm's length, Lin licks his lips while Peter smiles gently. “Pictures?” Peter points at the red carpet. “The three of us,” He adds. You agree, and follow them to take a couple of pictures. You couldn’t help but notice that you’re in between the two of them for all of the pictures and they were both always touching you in some capacity.
Not that you minded. They could touch you any day of the week ending in Y.
Once the pictures are taken, Lin offers to go and explore. He’d noticed you walking around before and figured that three sets of eyes were better than one.
“I was actually looking for my old spot,” You admit, looking between the two of them. “Back in my timeline we had a Krakoa. Maybe there’s one here, wanted to check it out and stuff.”
“Can we come?” Peter asks and you nod, pointing your thumb in the general direction of the place.
It doesn’t take long before you find your old spot. A little cove next to the water. It’s different than you remember, of course. Two side entrances and you can see several portals waiting to be turned on, you can only assume it’ll be a new map of some type.
You walk to the center, staring at the two trees that wrap around a purple ember, and then at Cerebro in the center, contained in bark.
“This is nice,” Peter whistles.
You hum, walking towards the water just beyond some walls. “It’s probably a new map,”
“Domination,” Lin guesses. “Between this place and the gala hall, Krakoa will be a domination map.” Peter frowns at that, he much prefers convoy matches since people are always moving on those. Plus, Namor is amazing at domination games.
“Check this out,” Peter grins and you turn, seeing him staring at Cerebro.
Walking over, you take in the area again, a little hurt that they’d changed your hideout so much. “That’s the professors,” You tell him and then squint. “Or maybe Emma’s, depending on the timeline.” Lin hums, removing his mask and tucking it into his waistband. Unintentionally, your gaze follows as he accidentally pushes the band too far down and the start of his dick peeks out. Quickly looking away, you see that Lin is already watching you, his head tilted and a grin on his face.
“I won’t bite if you don’t,” He says, catching Peter’s attention. He looks away from the helmet and between the two of you before he huffs.
“You said you wouldn’t make the first move!” He whines, pushing Lin’s shoulder.
Lin laughs, shrugging. “(Y/n) was looking at my dick, I couldn’t pass on the opportunity.”
“I wasn’t— I didn’t mean—“ You stutter, twisting your fingers.
Lin rolls his eyes and loops his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “I’d be offended if you weren’t. Considering we’ve wanted you for some time now,” Your eyes widen at the confession, unsure if you heard him correctly.
“That is not how we planned this,” Peter whisper-shouts before turning to you. “(Y/n), sorry if this is… bold to say but, we’re both into you and we wanted to know if you were into us…?” He cringes as he says it, his face heating up again. Inhaling, you look between the two of them. Had that been what the whispering was about? You’d thought they’d just become good friends or something and were oblivious to the weird touchy-feely things with you.
Carefully, you look between the two of them. “Like…” You swallow. “At the same time?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Lin shrugs. “One, both, none. Up to you,” Peter nods, running his hand nervously through his hair.
It doesn’t take long for you to come up with a response as you take them in again. “Okay,” You agree. Peter grins and webs you closer to the two of them before Lin pins you against the bark.
Lin’s mouth is on your neck as your back hits the Cerebro helmet, Peter’s hand darting out to make sure you don’t bang your head while he kisses you. You’re unsure of what to do with your hands, so you hold their waist, keeping them close. “If you want to stop,” Peter says as he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes glued to your glossy lips. “Just say the word, okay?”
“Okay,” You nod, breathless. He nods back before his lips crash into yours again, the hand behind your head gently pulling at your hair. Lin hasn’t stopped, either, his kisses getting lower and lower until he’s blocked by your clothes. He groans and nudges Peter out of his way, working on undoing your outfit. Peter gets the hint and starts helping, the two of them while you stand there, panting as they slowly lower to their knees.
Peter pulls your pants to your ankles while Lin yanks your boxers down, watching as your dick springs free. They look at each other, grinning before looking at you and lick either side of your dick. Moaning, your fingers dig into the bark and you force yourself to keep eye contact with them as they continue licking and sucking your dick. “Please,” You whimper, watching as Peter closes his lips around your tip while Lin licks up towards the base.
Tilting your head back, you inhale while they continue. When they switch positions, Peter holds your hips, trying to buck you further into Lin’s mouth. He chuckles when it works and Lin gags at the sudden length in his mouth while your stomach clenches. His mouth is so warm and Peter’s… “Fuck,” You breathe. “I’m so close,” Lin takes that as encouragement as he lightly drags his teeth across your length, just hard enough that your thighs clench but not hard enough that it hurts. Peter gets from his knees and starts kissing up your chest, biting your nipple before sucking at your neck.
Gripping the fabric of Peter’s suit, you slowly roll your hips into Lin’s mouth as desperate moans slowly escape from your lips. Peter wishes he’d brought his camera but he’ll settle for committing this— committing the way you look when you cum to memory. The way your eyes flutter closed, eyelashes slightly wet, lips parted, and chest rising rapidly.
When your eyes open, you watch as Lin stands up and grabs the back of Peter’s head, smashing their lips together. As they make out, you can see your cum leaking from the corners of their mouth. Peter moans at the taste, his thumb rubbing over your nipple while Lin’s hand trails up from your stomach to the side of your face. Once his fingers feel your hair, he pulls from Peter and kisses you. It’s messy, sloppy, wet— words you’d never use to describe Lin but you never thought Lin would be on his knees sucking you off, either.
As you’re kissing, Peter gets undressed. You can hear the ropes dropping and the sound of fabric sliding off; he grunts because it’s a complicated outfit, muttering about just ripping it off before he finally gets it off. Running your hand down Lin’s exposed chest, you tug at his belt and he gets the hint within seconds, dropping his pants.
“Sorry,” He grins as he pulls away and spins you around.
“Careful,” Peter hisses before caressing your face. “He’s not being too rough, is he?” You shake your head, smiling as Lin nudges your legs to open up. You hear Lin spitting onto his hand and arch your back for him— just to make his job easier and not because you absolutely want his fingers inside of you faster. That’s absurd. Peter watches as Lin slowly works your hole, his eyes darting between Lin’s hand and your face as you slowly pant. He’s making scissoring motions while slowly pumping in and out of you.
“He’s so tight,” Lin muses, adding another finger. “You wanna feel, Peter?” Peter nods and they switch places, with Peter spitting onto his hand as he slots behind you. His fingers are slimmer than Lin’s but they’re longer, reaching further and when you feel him drag across your prostate, you reach out to hold Lin’s shoulder.
He looks Peter up and down before removing Peter’s hand. “I think he’s prepped, aren’t you, (Y/n)?” Lin turns you around, looking at the sweat on your forehead and then your eyes. You nod, licking your lips. He turns to Peter, motioning something before he spikes you around again. You feel like putty in his hands, letting him manhandle you around before you feel his hand grab onto your shoulder.
“Bend over f’ me,” He grunts while pushing you down. With you at a ninety degree, you have a perfect view of Peter’s dick. He’s hard, the red leaking and twitching as you accidentally blow on it. Looking up at Peter, he smiles at you, reaching for the base of his dick before inching closer. Your mouth opens when you feel Lin’s tip poking at your entrance, slipping just the tip inside.
Peter uses that to slip inside, half of his dick shoved into your mouth. “Yeah,” He moans, his head tilted back while you hold onto his hips to keep your balance. “Just like that, (Y/n).”
“Mm, that’s no fair,” Lin chides before ramming into you. Crying out, you’re thrust forward until you’re taking Peter’s whole dick in your mouth. “Yeah,” He drags out, watching as you clench around him. The head hits the back of your throat and you fight back a gag, eyes watering. Lin’s fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he starts with slow, shallow thrusts and Peter starts meeting them. You moan at the feeling, Lin’s dick curved at the perfect angle that he’s hitting your prostate with nearly every thrust. “It’s like you’re made for us,” He moans, his hips snapping against yours.
You don’t try to talk, not between your moans and mouth being full but you think he can get your point when you try to. From above you, Peter’s a mess, between your tongue working under as you lick along his veins and the way your mouth is hollowed around him, he can barely think. “Shit,” He drags out, his voice a half pant half moan. When you moan from Lin fucking you, it vibrates on his dick and he swears it’s not fair.
You just feel so good, you’re taking all of him and Lin so perfectly he feels like he should’ve done this ages ago. Lin’s not doing much better, he’s just able to push through enough to say something other than the occasional curse but trust, if you could turn around you would see how his face was red, how he was biting his lower lip because he didn’t want to sound desperate, and now his eyes kept rolling to the back of his head.
He loves the way you’re wrapped around him, how you sound with each thrust. He’s trying so hard to focus on not cumming early but it’s so fucking hard with you like that. So perfect for him and Peter, how your body reacts so naturally to him. Lin tosses his head back, trying to delay the inevitable while Peter is twitching across from him.
You can feel them twitching inside of you, how Peter’s dick hits the roof of your mouth, how he’s bucking into your mouth like he’s lost what rhythm he was focusing on. How Lin’s fingers keep digging into you, how silent he’s gotten aside from the occasional grunt and gasp of a breath. “Ah— ‘m sorry,” Peter pants, running a hand down his face. “Can I… in your mouth?” Being unable to verbally respond, your grip on his hips tighten as you pull him closer, keeping his twitching cock in your mouth.
He takes that as permission and stops thrusting into your mouth, moaning as he cums. The warm liquid pours down your throat and you choke, tapping him until he backs away. Taking a deep breath, you’re not giving much respite with Lin still pounding into you. Swallowing Peter’s cum, you stare at him, eyes half-lidded.
Peter watches as Lin lifts you up with ease, his hands gripping your thighs as he thrusts up into you. “Like the view?” Lin grunts, peering over your shoulder, his eyes dipping to Peter’s once soft dick getting hard again. “Can he join, baby?” He asks you and you nod, whimpering. “Why don’t you ask him, hmm?” Your eyes meet with Lin, seeing the sparkle in his eyes. He points his head at Peter and you look back at him, trying to find your voice.
“Peter,” You moan. “Please— fuck— Please fuck me.” You slur and Peter nods, stepping closer. While he gets closer, he’s stroking his dick, trying to get it fully erect again.
“It’s gonna be a stretch,” He warns and you nod, chewing on your lip, eagerly waiting. “Remember, just say stop if it’s too much,” Peter looks down at where Lin is fucking you. How his dick disappears into you, how you seem to swallow him up and he shudders. If he thought your mouth was amazing, how would fucking you feel?
Lin slows down as Peter angles himself, watching as his dick slides against Lin’s. “At the same time,” Lin tells him, just his head inside of you at this point. “And then we can set our own pace, okay?” Peter looks at him before nodding. He slips his tip inside and then watches you as the two of them bring you down on their dicks. You groan at the pain, dropping your head back and Peter starts kissing your chest, trying to mitigate the pain.
“Ready?” Lin asks and you nod, eyes closed and hands on either of their shoulders. He looks at Peter, nodding as they start at different paces. Peter’s fucking you like he’s on a mission, his pacing his damn near brutal while Lin is taking things slow. He’s too close to go any faster and then with Peter added he wants to last more than five seconds inside of you.
With them being so close to you, you can hear their moans clearly now. Each breathless inhale, each shallow moan and grunt sounds against your ear as they fuck you. You can’t even think, your mind focused on the way their dicks feel inside of you. How you can feel how different they are. Lin is longer and curved while Peter has more girth and veins.
Your jaw drops as you moan, your body going slack on them as white cum spurts onto Peter’s chest. Your dick jumps, and not just from the fucking, until to goes flaccid and you’re truly putty in their hands. Lin doesn’t last much longer, he’d tried to make it, he truly did but there was no amount of will to keep himself from cumming this long. So, soon after you went slack, you felt the warm liquid filling you up. You heard it acting as lube with how Peter kept fucking you even when Lin slowly pulled out.
Lin spends his time kissing you, turning your head away from Peter and swallowing your moans until Peter stops thrusting, spilling into you. He moans one last time as he pulls out, his stomach slowly relaxing as he comes down from his second orgasm of the day.
You’re slowly set back to your feet, with Lin and Peter making sure you can stand before they help you get dressed. As you sit on a stair, watching them get dressed you can’t help but notice that Lin’s painted dragon on his chest is smeared, dripping on his chest and parts of it are clearly smudged off. Undoubtedly they’re on your back, the idea making your dick hard again.
Peter notices first and he nudges Lin, pointing at you while you stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore your hard-on.
“Wanna ditch the gala?” Peter suggests.
You grin, looking between them as they’re in front of you now, tents pitched in their pants. “Whose room?”
