favourite marvel character? maybe someone you've always looked up to?
lew: ghost. it is so cool to watch hannah inhabit this new phase of ghost.
hjk: bob. your character is unstoppable. layered. honestly, the performance lewis gave... all of us really just looked from afar and was admiring and just going wow. hats off.
Summary: After seeing you take it, Bob is desperate to take Ava's strap. You try to warn him that it's quite the stretch, but he's determined that tonight will be the night. And with your and Ava's help, maybe he's right. And maybe he won't be the only one cumming on Ava's cock.
Tags/Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, a little bit of hurt/comfort, AFAB reader, whiny/needy Bob, threesome, strap on, sex toys, anal sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, some pain/discomfort at first, safe words, condom use, breast play, light choking, mentions of chronic pain, mentions of blowjobs, f receiving anal sex, and cunnilingus
A/N: This is named after the Allie X song of the same name. Honestly, this throuple is so damn hot, and we desperately need more fics with Ava. And with a whimpery Bob.
This one is really for @theboardwalkbody and @avastarred. The former gave me the idea of an Ava/Bob/Reader threesome, and the latter motivated me to write it.
Bob was already a mess.
Holding his head in your hands, you got to see it up close and personal. Even though he was biting his lip, Bob was barely holding back the little whimpers he wanted to let out. It was hard to tell whether they were from pain, pleasure, or a mixture of both. Sweat beaded on his forehead already. You wiped it away and gently kissed his closed eyelids, lips coming away wet with unshed tears.
It's not like it was Bob's first time. You'd played with him before, you and Ava both. First a finger, then a few. He worked his way up to a plug that he wore around the Watchtower all day, fighting the erection that kept springing to life at the lightest breeze. He'd even taken a cock before, but those toys were much smaller than the one currently inside of him. You'd warned him that this one took some adjusting to, that no matter how prepared he thought he was, Bob wasn't ready.
But your boyfriend was nothing if not determined; he wanted Ava's cock.
He only caught mere glimpses of it as Ava fucked you open with her strap, utterly mesmerized as it disappeared inside of you over and over again with each snap of her hips. He'd watched with awe when you'd knelt between them, taking turns to suck both of them off, really only able to see the head as you stroked whichever cock wasn't currently in your mouth. He'd even felt it up against his when they fucked you at the same time, Bob deep inside your ass as Ava buried herself in your pretty pussy. And if his girlfriend was going to fuck him, he wanted the real thing. Or the silicone equivalent at least.
Both you and Ava had taken your time with him, slowly warming him up and stretching his tight little ass over multiple sessions to get this far. There'd been some failed attempts previously when you'd thrown in the towel and gotten yourselves off the old fashioned way. But today was the day, and your girlfriend's hips were pressed firmly against Bob's, that huge cock buried up to the hilt inside of him.
Even from your angle underneath him, you could see Ava's hands as she rubbed them up and down his back.
"How are you doing, my love?" Ava murmured, her voice impossibly tender in a way that made your heart ache.
"Need to say your safe word?" you asked. Bob just shook his head wordlessly, soft brown curls bouncing a little more vigorously than he probably intended.
Both you and Ava stayed still, giving him the time he needed to adjust. It was so difficult watching him struggle and not being able to touch and soothe him. But you knew from experience that Bob was in sensory overload, both from the overwhelming feeling of the massive toy inside of him and from his quickly-softening cock buried deep inside of you.
When Bob's breathing began evening out, Ava was the one who broached the subject again.
"Color?" she prompted gently. When Bob didn't respond, you could hear the frown on her face when she followed up. "Bob?"
"I…I don't know," he admitted, burying his face into your chest.
"That means 'yellow,' then," Ava said. You felt her start to move away, to pull out, but his hands shot out, moving almost inhumanly fast to grasp at her thighs to keep her there.
Bob didn't seem to hear the small, sharp inhale of breath from the woman on top of you both, but you did. Tilting your head to the side, you peered up at your girlfriend questioningly, concern written all over your face.
Today was a bad pain day for Ava, one of the ones where she didn't dare take off her suit. She'd once said that it felt like it was like her body was trying to fly apart, like her very molecules were billiard balls that scattered even when they weren't struck. And her Ghost suit was what she'd used most of her life to hold it all in. Even though Bob didn't grip hard, just the firmness of his touch was enough to make Ava flinch.
Ava bore it with a thin smile that told you everything you needed to know. Yes, it hurt, but it was bearable. She could breathe through the pain the same way Bob was doing.
"Please don't," Bob begged, his voice dangerously close to a whine. "Don't pull out. Not yet."
"All right, my love," Ava cooed, leaning down to plant a series of lingering kisses on his shoulders. "Take all the time you need. We're right here."
"We don't have to keep going," you offered, lightly running your fingers through his hair. "You've already gone so far, been so good for us."
"No."
When Bob lifted his head, you could swear you saw a flash of gold there. But it was gone before you could even blink. In its place was the same glint of determination you'd seen many times before, both in the battlefield and in your relationship with Bob. He'd made up his mind. Today would be the day.
At your look of concern, Bob's expression softened. "I'm okay. It's not too much for me."
You gazed into his eyes, your other hand coming up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your palm, not breaking eye contact for even a second. You could stop this. If you called out your safe word, the session would be over instantly, and you could try again later. Maybe you could even convince Bob to try a slightly smaller toy to warm him up better first. But, as much as you craved it, you knew better than to baby your boyfriend. He was tougher than the world gave him credit for. Hell, he was tougher than he gave himself credit for.
"You promise?" you asked, eyes darting back and forth between his stormy blue ones, as if you could divine the truth there for yourself.
"I promise," he answered almost solemnly, and you saw what you needed to see. He was telling the truth.
You pressed your lips to his in a much more tender kiss than the situation at hand called for, but it was perfect.
Ava seemed to wait for your little moment to end before she spoke again, her voice soft. "Take your time, Bob. Just tell me when you're ready for more."
He nodded his assent, and all three of you waited.
Slowly but surely, Bob's muscles relaxed. Starting with his shoulders, his body loosened, coaxed by your kisses and Ava's murmured encouragement until he gradually went limp on top of you.
Taking a few more deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth, Bob nodded, giving Ava the go ahead. "Green. You can move. Just…slowly, please."
Ava pulled back incrementally until there were a few inches between Bob's ass and her hips, but she paused before sliding back inside. As if sensing her hesitation, Bob did the best he could to wiggle his hips. It was more like slowly adjusting himself, but Ava seemed to get the hint.
"You ready?" she asked.
Bob nodded his head. "Please," he urged. "I'm still green. Keep going."
Ava took her time, slowly working her cock back into Bob. He closed his eyes, and you could tell by the breathing pattern that he was doing his meditation breathing, the one his therapist taught him.
It was slow going. Ava took her time, gradually deepening her strokes, pulling out more and more and sliding back into him faster. And, aside from Ava having to take a small break to stretch after her hip started twinging, it was fairly smooth sailing.
That is until Ava twitched.
She didn't mean to do it. Even at her most teasing, Ava never fucked you at such an agonizingly slow pace. So when her muscles spasmed and she thrust into Bob much more roughly than before, you braced yourself, wincing in anticipation of his inevitable twinge of pain.
But that twinge never came. Instead, Bob gasped. And his cock inside of you throbbed.
"Fuck!" Ava swore, freezing in place. "Oh, Bob. I'm so sorry! That was a complete accident."
Bob looked like he wanted to respond but just couldn't, resting his head on your chest and taking in deep, shaky breaths.
"I think he's okay," you murmured, brushing some of his hair out of his face to get a better look at him.
"Sweetheart, are you all right?" Ava prompted, rubbing her hand up and down his back in soothing motions.
Not lifting his head, Bob nodded against your chest. He mumbled something, but it was too muffled to make out.
"What was that, sugar?" you asked him.
He lifted his head just enough to be understood.
"Again," Bob said, his voice dipping low and rumbling in a way that made your pulse flutter.
"Are you sure -" Ava started, but Bob took matters into his own hands. Shifting his body more firmly onto his knees, Bob rocked back hard enough to slightly throw Ava off balance when his ass met her hips. She quickly steadied herself by grasping at him - one hand on his waist, the other on his shoulder.
Your first instinct was to check on Bob, to make sure he hadn't pushed himself too far. But the shuddery moan he let out combined with the way his eyes rolled back in his head told you all you needed to know.
"Right there, baby?" you purred, cupping his face to better watch his every expression. His eyes already started to unfocus and his lips parted, that dazed look he always got when you and Ava played with his prostate already starting to show on his face.
"Yeah," he breathed. With what seemed like great effort, Bob lifted his gaze to yours. "'M good. Color's green."
"Ready for me to move?" Ava asked.
When Bob responded with "fuck yes," Ava's throaty chuckle sent shivers down your spine. It was like that simple sound reminded you where you were - under Bob and under her. From the dangerous glint in her eyes, Ava was more than ready to fuck you both into oblivion.
The first thrust made Bob inhale sharply, his whole body tensing again. The second thrust only made him tense a little. Not in pain, just a little stiff and unused to the feeling. The third thrust made his own hips twitch forward into you, his hardening cock hammering into that spot inside of you, forcing a moan past your lips.
"Yeah?" Ava asked. This time, she didn't really need an answer. The smug tone told you everything you needed to know. She knew what she was doing to the both of you.
"Fuck, Ava…" Bob groaned, pushing back into her strap, trying to take even more of her.
"No, I think I rather enjoy fucking you," Ava purred.
You wanted to say something. You tried to say something. Something witty or even just telling her to get the hell on with it, but your girlfriend seemed to anticipate your needs just like she always did.
Before the words left your mouth, Ava slammed her hips into Bob's, jolting him impossibly further inside of you. All you could do was hold on for the ride.
The three of you became one unit. It was like Bob was her proxy; each time she pistoned her cock into him, you could feel it pounding into your leaking core. Each grind of her hips caused Bob to rut into you, making your eyes roll back in your head. And each time her ungloved hand came down against the meat of Bob's ass, you felt it reverberate through his body into yours, making your clit throb in time with his cock.
If Bob was a mess before, he was a disaster now. He'd given up trying to kiss your lips or mouth at your breasts. His face was buried in your neck, which did little to muffle all the delicious noises Ava forced out of him, his breath hot and wet against your skin.
And you weren't much better. All you could do was lay there and take whatever Ava deigned to give you, whether it was pounding into you like it was her mission to fuck you into oblivion or to tease with light, shallow strokes that only made you and Bob both beg for more. There was no way of telling what you looked like. Despite Ava's threats, she hadn't installed a mirror on the ceiling of her bedroom, so you couldn't see how wrecked you were. But judging by the heat in Ava's gaze, focused on you with laser precision, you were also visibly falling apart.
When Bob's breath hitched and his cock pulsed inside of you, Ava caught your eye. Neither of you had to say it out loud. You both knew - Bob was close.
With a quick nod, Ava doubled down, grasping his hips and ramming into Bob. From the sharp, keening wail Bob let out, she was nailing his prostate. In turn, the head of Bob's cock pounded into your g-spot relentlessly. Pressure grew rapidly inside of you, tension rising further with each stroke of Ava's hips.
But it wasn't fast enough. Before you could reach your peak, Bob shuddered on top of you, letting out a cry as he came, filling you with rope after rope of his cum. Each one made him shake like it was forced out of him, hips spasming with each fresh wave that coursed over him.
When he was finished, Bob practically melted against you, his whole body turning into dead weight. With some effort, you and Ava managed to maneuver him off you, rolling him onto his side. Ava even helped lift his head so you could slip a pillow under it to support his neck.
As Ava busied herself disposing of the condom on her strap and grabbing some wet wipes, Bob's breathing slowly began to even out.
Turning to your side to face him, you reached out, brushing the damp curls off his brow.
"How are you doing, handsome?" you asked him. The radiant but sleepy smile he flashed you told you everything you needed to know, along with the almost dopey expression on his face, the result of that hit of endorphin overload from his orgasm.
"Tired. Words're hard," Bob murmured, letting his eyes slip shut as you gave him a kiss right on the tip of his nose. Draping your arm around him, you let Bob snuggle closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.
"Mmm, no wonder you're tired. Long day?" you teased, smiling when you felt the soft rumble of Bob's chest against your skin as he chuckled in response.
"Long somethin'," he muttered, peaking one eye open to look at you and grinning when you let out a little burst of laughter.
"But good?" you asked.
"Fuckin' amazing," he affirmed with a little nod, letting his eyes shut again. "Worth it."
You both lay there for who knows how long, the only movement the gentle rise and fall of your breathing and the circular motion of Bob's hand idly tracing some nebulous pattern into the skin of your stomach. His touch was so light, it was just shy of tickling but enough to make goosebumps rise on your cool flesh, your nipples hardening to peaks at the continued sensation. Despite the way your core throbbed from Bob's touch and from the echoes of him inside of you, he didn't appear to be trying to get a rise out of you. It was completely innocent, so you ignored the wetness you could feel building between your legs.
Until you felt another hand join his. At first, you thought Bob had somehow managed to shift himself enough to touch you with both hands, but the angle was wrong.
Blearily, you lifted your head, briefly watching the movements of both - a larger hand with long, thick fingers that traced over your flesh like it was an act of worship and another, smaller hand with slender, more dexterous fingers that touched you with a sense of familiarity and even ownership as it trailed up your body, tracing just under the curve of your breasts. There was no ignoring the heat that raced through your body or the way your nipples tightened almost painfully, raising high as if pleading for some merciful touch.
"You didn't cum."
It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact.
As you turned your head to face Ava's heated gaze, you couldn't bring yourself to lie, to placate her, to say that Bob finishing was enough for you.
"No," you murmured, barely moving your lips. Her eyes slipped down to watch you form the word anyway. When she looked back up into your eyes, Ava didn't hide the pleased smirk on her face.
"You hear that, baby?" Ava said to Bob. When you glanced at your boyfriend, gone was the look of sleepy contentment. Bob was fully awake, his focus razor sharp, like a shark who had scented blood in the water and was ready to attack.
"That just won't do," Ava continued. Bob nodded his agreement, eyes only breaking away from yours to watch the rise and fall of your chest. "Can't leave our girl wanting, now can we?"
Before you could move, or think, or even breathe, Ava gripped your thighs and tugged sharply, pulling you further down the bed. Your head slipped off your pillow and thumped noiselessly against the mattress. You gasped. At first, it was from the sudden movement. But it turned shaky at the end when you felt something hard and slick against your slit.
"Ava," you practically whimpered, which only made her smirk spread into a smug grin.
"Don't worry," she teased, rubbing the head of the silicone cock through your slick folds. "Cleaned her all up for you."
"Can I…?" Bob cleared his throat, looking almost bashful when you both turned to him. "Can I help?"
"'Course, baby," Ava cooed. Reaching out, she brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear before pulling him into an all-too brief open-mouthed kiss. "We gotta take care of our sweet girl."
Before long, Bob's mouth was latched onto your breast, tongue swirling around the peak. The other wasn't lonely; Bob was rolling your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, lightly tugging at your skin enough to make you let out a shaky groan. You fisted your hand in his hair, not tugging or trying to direct him, just holding onto him.
Bob's eyes weren't closed or even monitoring you. They were focused on Ava, greedily watching as she lined up her cock, letting it nudge against your entrance.
Words weren't needed. Just a raised eyebrow in question and a nod of the head in answer, and Ava's cock slowly filled you.
You couldn't hold back your gasp at the feeling of being stretched, your walls gripping the silicone tightly as though trying to feel every ridge, every synthetic vein carved into it. Between Ava's girthy strap and Bob's thick, curved cock, it no longer hurt when either of them fucked you. Especially when you were as wet as you were now, slick soaking the already-lubricated phallus inside of you as it inched forward.
Soon enough, Ava's hips rested against yours. She paused there, letting you acclimate to her length. Deep, calming breaths were the key, but it was hard to fully expand your lungs with Bob's lips and hand putting pressure on your chest. With one exhale, you could swear you saw the bulge in your stomach where the dildo firmly rested inside of you.
"Fuck, you take me so well, baby," Ava practically purred, stroking her hand soothingly along your side. "Greedy little pussy could barely wait her turn, hmm?"
You nodded again, but that wasn't good enough for Ava this time. Rearing back, she let her hand come down on your flank, the clap of her flesh meeting yours ringing in your ears as you writhed in both pain and pleasure. You could swear it jostled her dick inside of you, jarring that sweet spot and making you see little pinpricks of light behind your eyes.
"Yes, ma'am," you gasped out, fisting the sheets under you as you fought to not buck against her even as your body longed for more friction.
"Good girl," Ava crooned, pulling partway out and looking down to admire the way your juices glistened on her cock before plunging it back inside of you.
She didn't hold back for long. When you started moaning instead of gasping at her thrusts, Ava picked up speed, pounding you into the bed.
The only time she stopped was to adjust her angle, leaning back onto the balls of her feet and pulling your hips up to meet hers. It took a few tries, but when you felt the tip hit that spongy spot inside of you, you couldn't bite back the cry that came out of you. Her face practically glowed with satisfaction at the sound, before she doubled down, furiously pistoning her cock in and out of you.
It didn't take long before that delicious pressure started building in you again, picking up right where you'd left off with Bob inside of you. His lips and hands on your breasts, the head of her strap pummeling your g-spot, and the sheer thrill of being taken apart underneath both of your partners ramped your pleasure up and up and up. It felt like a coil that was threatening to break loose inside of you, but it needed something more. One extra little thing to push you over the edge.
"So close," you pleaded, practically sobbing the words. "Please!"
Ava understood immediately. Even though you couldn't voice the words, she could.
"Touch her, Bob," she commanded through panting breaths. It wasn't often that Ava seemed anything less than cool and collected, but the beads of perspiration on her forehead and shortness of breath betrayed her effort.
And he obeyed, slipping two fingers slick with the spit he'd lathed over your aching breasts between your legs. They found your clit like they were magnetized to it, quickly falling into the circular rhythm he knew from experience you needed when you were this close.
Without meaning to, your eyes slipped shut. Normally, Ava would demand you look into her eyes as you cum. This time she said nothing, letting the sensations wash over you as she pounded your cunt for all it was worth, grunting as your hips met her clothed ones over and over again.
The coil tightened inside of you. You could practically feel the edge, like it was a mountain you stood on the precipice of, dangling your toes over the side. But even that wasn't enough, and your orgasm stayed just out of your desperate reach.
But then you felt it - Ava's hand. She stretched, reaching over Bob and squishing his hand between your bodies, and wrapped her fingers around the column of your throat. Your eyes fluttered open to meet her intense stare. She pinned you with her heated gaze, and the world seemed to narrow down to just that moment: her cock inside of you, Bob's fingers dancing on your clit, and Ava's delicate fingers folded around your even-more-delicate neck.
It took one word. When Ava ordered you to cum and tightened her hold on your throat, you flew over the edge, as if her words flung you over that proverbial mountain and you were free falling. Your orgasm hit you like a physical weight, punching the air out of your lungs as you wailed wordlessly, thrashing your body in ecstasy. Neither Bob nor Ava slowed down, eking every last ounce of pleasure out of you as you writhed.
You didn't feel when Ava stopped moving her hips or Bob removed his hand. You didn't even feel it when the strap pulled out of you, leaving a trail of your slick behind that Ava idly wiped on the sheets. You were somewhere else entirely, weightless and floating in the sea of your own afterglow.
When you finally opened your eyes, both Bob and Ava were there, smiling down at you, twin looks of deep satisfaction mirrored on their faces.
"Ahh, there she is," Ava murmured, stroking your hair out of your face. "She's back with us. Hello, my love."
You barely had the energy to smile, but you let yourself lean into her touch.
"You okay?" Bob asked with a touch of concern. That adorable furrow was threatening to appear between his eyebrows as he watched your face closely for any reaction.
"Green," you croaked, clearing your throat and trying again. "I'm still green."
Bob breathed a sigh of relief that was both audible and visible as his shoulders relaxed.
"Good. Thought we might've fucked the soul out of you for a minute there," he teased, making Ava chuckle. He glanced at her, and they shared an amused, tender smile before looking back down at you.
"Might've had an out of body experience," you admitted cheekily. "Pretty sure I saw God."
When you tried to shift up onto your elbows, both your boyfriend and girlfriend put their hands on you, forcing you to lie back down. Normally, you wouldn't stand for that. But this time you allowed it, relaxing back down on the bed. Your limbs felt surprisingly weak, even your arms, like your joints were made of Jell-O.
"Oh yeah?" Ava teased, booping your nose with her index finger and laughing under her breath at how you wrinkled it in mock disdain. "What did she look like?"
"Like my hot, surprisingly well-endowed girlfriend." Bob snickered at your words, and you both acted like you didn't see the way Ava ducked her head, hiding her face with her hair. For someone who had just dicked your brains out, she was awfully bashful.
"You doing good, baby?" you asked, looking up at Bob.
He grinned down at you, that kind of free, goofy smile he only shared with you and Ava in your most intimate moments making your heart skip a beat.
"Aren't I supposed to be asking you that?" Bob teased.
"Mmm," you hummed in agreement. "Maybe. But I'm used to taking Ava's strap. At least for the most part. This was your first time, though. How are you feeling?"
"Good." When you fixed him with an indignant look, it was Bob's turn to duck his head. "Also pretty exhausted," he finally confessed, snuggling up even closer to you, laying his head on your shoulder.
You half-expected Ava to be getting up and around. Normally, she liked to clean everything up before going to sleep. But the abandoned harness you glimpsed on the floor halfway across the room like it had been flung carelessly to the side told another story. So did the way she pulled the sheets up, covering your rapidly cooling body, gooseflesh already starting to form from the chilly room temperature.
"But not hurting?" Ava queried. The sharpness of her gaze as she watched Bob's face belied her relaxed body language. Only when Bob confirmed he only felt a little soreness but not pain did Ava look entirely at ease.
"Good," she said with a decisive nod.
"And you?" you asked, turning to face Ava fully. "How are you feeling, my love?"
"Better," she admitted. And you could see the truth in her words.
Earlier in the day, Ava was moving stiffly. Every step looked like it cost her something. It didn't surprise you when she'd disappeared and come back out with her old suit on.
Even though most of her pain was psychosomatic these days, something about that bodysuit always brought comfort. She didn't say it out loud, but you were fairly certain it was because Bill, her friend and foster father figure, made it for her. Ava had no reason to keep the outfit. The one Valentina commissioned for her was more comfortable after all. But it was just like that old, half-deflated teddy bear with the missing eye that Ava kept on her night table, the one that she meticulously dusted and always got into joking arguments about the color of its fur ("it was white!" she'd swear when you and Bob referred to it as "that grey bear.") Ava never said it, but you knew that the memories associated with it were what made it so special to her.
Bob gave her a small but real smile, reaching across to squeeze Ava's hand, letting his touch say all the words he couldn't.
"Good," was all he said, and it was enough for now.
It took some adjusting, but you all eventually found a sleeping position that suited you all. It was one of your favorites: you and Ava on your sides, her spooning you from behind, and Bob on his back, your arm draped across his chest.
"Think you'd like to do it again?" you asked Bob. He held your hand in both of his, bringing it up to kiss each of your knuckles individually. You knew he was vamping for time, but neither you nor Ava pushed him. He was giving your question real consideration.
"Yeah," Bob said suddenly. It almost startled you after he was quiet for so long. Fortunately, you didn't jump; Ava would've teased you mercilessly. "I think I'd really like that. If you wouldn't mind."
Ava's chuckle made her chest rumble, and the vibration carried pleasantly through your back. It was such a soothing sound, Ava's laugh. Something that was so rare when you were all first getting to know each other, but never wore out its welcome no matter how many times you heard it.
"We'll see how you feel about that in the morning, my darling."
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hey guys, sooo... i made a sorter w/ the thunderbolts ships. idk lol, just smth dumb i whipped up to test the code. anyway here’s the link:
THUNDERBOLTS* SHIPS SORTER
disclaimer: i added (hopefully didn’t miss any) all the pairings except yelena/alexei for obvious reasons. let’s keep it chill, no hating on other ships, it’s just for fun, not a ship war.
drop ur top 5 👀 and if u got ideas for other sorters, lmk in the comments/asks. if i can tweak the code for it, i totally will.
