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Mackhuntingbird: *are in a high-pressure situation being questioned*

Hunter: we're not friends

Mack and Bobbi:

panicked! Hunter: we're work wives

Bobbi: we are not work wives

Hunter: sister wives?

Bobbi: we're not any kind of wives!

Mack: Shut up! Both of you!

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You can't imagine (how much I love you)

[AO3] {Mackhuntingbird, rated G, 800w}

Summary: Bobbi comes back home to find Hunter and Mack waiting for her on the couch.

Notes: Happy Multiamory May! Written for @bobbimorseisbisexual prompt. See the Masterpost for this month here. The next story goes up next Friday!

Sneak-Peek:

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” It is not a reprimand, and they both know it; she enjoys his thoughtfulness, of course, but it doesn’t mean that she needs it, or that he is obliged to give it. “But thank you.”

Mack nods, and it’s such a slow, sleepy gesture that Bobbi can’t help leaning down again to give him another kiss.

“Don’t thank me: he is the one who knew exactly how late your ‘I will be late’ meant based on the time it took you to reply and your punctuation.” He looks down fondly at Hunter, who stirs on his lap and doesn’t open his eyes but presses his head harder against Mack’s hand.

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we were in screaming color

A collection of drabbles for Pride 2020

Ch. 6: Mackhuntingbird’s first pride together (for @bobbimorseisbisexual)

(Fills the “First time” square of my @marvelpolyshipbingo Card)

I am taking Pride prompts for moodboards or drabbles!

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Mackhuntingbird + "Behave"?

Hope you enjoy it :)

Can be read in AO3 here

Bobbi pouts the second Mack breaks the kiss, while Hunter chases after him. The look on his eyes is enough for her to stay put, but Hunter is not looking at his face so he keeps on trying to unbutton his pants until Mack grabs both his hands.

“Behave.” His tone is final and makes both her and Hunter stand up straighter. He is usually so soft and inviting that when he turns on the commanding tone it makes them both slightly worried but also tingled. “I didn’t say you could undress me.”Hunter licks his bottom lip, and she hooks her thumb on his jeans, stroking his thigh with her forefinger: she better take advantage of the contact while it’s not forbidden.“I’m sorry, sir.” She loves the way Hunter does that: he is not rebellious per se but there is still an edge of mischief in his voice to egg Mack on. It drives her insane when he does it to her, she can only imagine that Mack likes it as much. “What do you want me to do?”Mack considers them, serious, eyebrows creased, and Bobbi almost tells him that they don’t have to do anything if he doesn’t feel like it; just because Hunter and she come back from missions horny as hell it doesn’t put any obligations on him. But he is also certain, firm, and she hopes that he feels safe enough with them to speak his mind.“Undress Bobbi,” he finally instructs, and Hunter salutes him. “Slowly.”She stands still, absorbing the sensation of Hunter’s touch on her skin, and looks at Mack while he sits down on the bed and contemplates them. It sharpens her pleasure, the way their enjoyment romps up Mack’s arousal, evident in his eyes, the corners of his lips, the curve of his shoulders, the tent on his pants. Hunter has already got her out of her vest and her t-shirt, and is taking quick care of her pants-sneaking some kisses here and there, but she is not gonna rat him out- when Bobbi speaks.“Don’t you want to join us?” It’s a soft invitation, not a demand. Her and Hunter can get lost in each other, too, and she doesn’t want Mack feeling left out.“Not yet.” He is already stroking his own thigh absentmindedly, and Bobbi knows that he is getting closer and closer to snapping by the second. “You took great risks today, both of you. I want to drink you in first.” He says it in a way that is not a complaint- that will come later- but a statement of facts, a waking call from reality. Hunter, already on his knees, places his hands on Bobbi’s hips and looks over his shoulder at Mack. Bobbi can not see his eyes, but by Mack’s reaction, it must be pretty impressive. When a command doesn’t come her way, she just closes her eyes and enjoys.