#mirafraxus

I tried to color this drawimg several times but I wasn’t satisfied…So finally screentone version is fine 😎

Bonus : Their boyfriend’s in panic

Imprints that would blossom into beautiful bruises had been left on his wrists from when Freed had pinned him to the bed earlier, the grip firm and steady and providing promise for an intense night. His neck and chest were covered in various marks left by sharp teeth of his two lovers. Lipstick stains from Mirajane's kisses mingled amongst the bite marks, and Freed's skin hadn't been left untouched by them either.

Now, his hands were tied to their bed's headboard. Freed had aliented the use of his cravat to bind him into position and his muscles felt strained because of how long he had remained in that very pose, hands bound behind him and pleasure rippling through his whole body thanks to the treatment he was getting by his boyfriend and girlfriend.

Laxus was absolutely thrilled, a newfound joy, his broad chest heaving and lowering with stuttering breaths. It almost became too much.

With the taste of Mirajane's arousal fresh on his tongue and the slightly painful but delicious feeling of his ass being prepared by Freed's long fingers, the dragon slayer watched how the she-devil withdrew from his person. Being wedged between her voluptuous thighs was heaven on earth but it had been equal parts torture and pleasure to have her hover above his face without being allowed to please her to full extent. She had gazed down at him, blue eyes half-lidded, and lips curled into an unholy smile as she pleasured herself. Her fingers had rolled over her sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing and stroking herself, until she had climaxed for the first time.

And all Laxus had been allowed to do was to watch, her strong scent of arousal assaulting his sensitive nose, and a throaty growl of need coming forth that turned into an almost pathetic sound as he could only watch how she came undone above him with a loud moan.

Well, that wasn't completely right. She had been merciful enough to allow his tongue to slip into her warm core every now and then, using him for her pleasure whenever she deemed it necessary, before forcing him again to lie back and watch.

Laxus turned his head to follow where Mirajane was going, the bed shifting as she moved off it, but then a deep voice beckoned his attention.

"Eyes on me, Laxus."

And he complied without a second of hesitation, his gaze meeting Freed's. He was completely enthralled by the situation and his senses were almost stimulated to the max with everything that was happening. The bite marks stung beautifully, the fabric of the cravat burnt into his wrists. His tongue wanted to taste more, his dick was begging for friction and his ass already missed being filled by something. Anything.

Freed left an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of Laxus' thigh before sinking his teeth into the flesh and Laxus groaned, his cock hard and leaking precum. He had no idea how long he could fucking last but he had a feeling that he would find out very soon.

There was another slice of mercy when Freed indulged him with his hot mouth against his cock. His breath was damp and his tongue wet against his flesh as he moved it along the underside of his dick with slight pressure. The tip of Freed's tongue smoothed over his slit and they both groaned, his boyfriend's eyes meeting his in a heated display of affection. Then that devil smirked, satisfied by the taste he had gotten, before he firmly spread Laxus' legs as far as his flexibility allowed him to and Laxus gasped.

He heard a faint chuckle from across the room, Mirajane's melodic, sweet voice, but was distracted by how Freed's lubed cock was teasing his ass. Laxus' cheeks were red, his body shuddered and his cock twitched. "Just fuck me, Freed, please. Mess me up." He needed to be given something, wanted more. Mirajane and Freed had strung him along for what felt like hours. He was wholly aware that, tonight, he was there for their pleasure. His own was not of importance. He was essentially their toy, free to use to their own wants and needs.

And that was fucking hot.

For the longest time Laxus had never dared to guess that he had this side in him but both Mira and Freed proved otherwise. They taught him how to let go and took shame from him.

Although he still felt a little embarrassed by how needy he sounded. He couldn't it help.

His words certainly seem to have struck a nerve. The hunger in Freed's eyes was hard to miss, so was the mischief.

"I assure you, Laxus-," Freed's voice was rough and lust-filled as it travelled over to him. "You'll be quivering, whimpering and unable to move once we are done with you."

Fuck. Yes, that's what he wanted. Needed.

Mirajane appeared on Freed's side and pulled him into a slow kiss, their tongues meeting. They both groaned into it and Laxus was, again, forced to watch. Mira's hand sneaked to where his and Freed's body were almost fully connecting but she neglected his cock in favor of giving a firm stroke to Freed's, and the green-haired man released another throaty groan into her mouth. Her grasp kept gliding along his shaft and their sounds blended into a lustful harmony, perfectly responding to one another.

Laxus moaned miserably, his hands instinctively twitching as he wanted to move forward but was held back by the restraint. He was absorbing the sight of his lovers kissing and melting into one another, his legs still held by Freed's strong grip, trembling.

Then they broke apart with a shuddering breath and suddenly all the attention was on him again. The bed shifted when Mira positioned herself next to his torso, her eyes sparking with a deviousness he had learned to love, but his breath hitched when she showed him the riding crop in her hand.

There was little time to spend too many thoughts on the toy when he felt a probing nudge to his ass before being split apart by Freed's thick cock.

His lips parted in a moan and his eyes rolled back into his head, back arching amd thick muscles tensing when Freed filled him to the brim. For a moment he felt like he wasn't able to breathe with how much he had needed this touch and with how full he was feeling now.

"F-Fuck…" He had reached the point of paying no mind to how he sounded or how he moved. Mirajane and Freed were all he cared about, and how they used him to their pleasure. Giving him pleasure by doing so. The curse slipping from his lips was weak, almost a mewl. They were the only ones who'd ever get to hear the lightning dragon slayer like this. It was wonderful.

A pleased growl rumbled in the back of Freed's throat. Laxus knew he loved feeling his tight, warm ass around him. "Look how good you take it, Laxus," he hummed in praise and the dragon slayer's chest swelled with pleasure and affection even though it was hard to focus.

"So, so good…," Mirajane joined with a purr. The comparably cold material of the riding crop brushed his taut abs, wandering further up to his pecs and just in time with Freed's first thrust Mira whipped the crop across one of his nipples. Laxus moaned out in pleasure and pain alike, boring his sharp canines into his lower lip so they almost drew blood. The whip hadn't been too harsh but it had been precise and hard enough to sting pleasantly all the while Freed had begun to gyrate his hips, then gone over to fuck him relentlessly.

Laxus didn't know what to do with himself. His mind was everywhere and nowhere. He had long been reduced to a needy mess and his body was writhing. No doubt that, by the end of this night, he would neither be able to walk nor know where's left and where's right.

Mirajane clearly indulged in the sight, a smile on lips, hot and heavy. Her blue eyes watched where Freed's and his body connected, where he drove himself into him again and again, then her gaze lingered on Laxus' cock and then that smile targeted him as she climbed on top of his shaking frame.

The headboard he was bound to was being slammed against the wall with how vigorously he was being fucked and all kinds of incoherent sounds were falling from his lips. Moans, pleas, whimpers, all of them.

Freed's sounds were mingling with his and it only got better when he adjusted the angle, driving himself into him even deeper. His prostate was being hit with every thrust and he was tumbling on the line between sanity and insanity. Laxus faintly registered how the riding crop travelled across his chest and how Mira let his leaking cock slide between the lips of her pussy. She was so wet again, aroused by the sight of her boyfriends, by their sounds and by their shared pleasure.

Laxus gasped when her slick wetness coated his cock but he remembered that he was still here for their pleasure mainly. They weren't there for his. Not tonight. Tonight, they were indulging in a clear power imbalance and it couldn't be any more delicious.

"Mhhhh, yes…" Mira hummed as she began to tease her clit with Laxus' cock, rocking her hips and letting it slide between her lower lips without ever letting it slide into her. Behind her Freed was leaning in to leave a kiss on Mira's neck, breathily moaning against her perfect skin. He felt how Freed pulled out of him almost entirely just to slam back inside and Laxus gasped, hard. Tasty, stinging pain joined him again when Mira whipped his other nipple while she kept pleasing her slit and clit with his cock and it took him a moment to process that she had said something.

"Can you repeat what you said earlier? Who do you belong to, dear?" Mira was gazing down at him, demanding. Laxus saw that she had to bite her lip for a moment as pleasure continued to build up inside her again but her gaze on him was intense and her demanding words underlined with a delicious groan.

Laxus felt overwhelmed. By everything that was going on. His body was overriden with pleasure. The friction he finally received on his cock was divine even if he would love to be inside her warmth, the stinging pain intoxicating, Freed's thrusts sending him to the brink. He felt how his boyfriend's cock swelled inside of him with a building orgasm and fuck, he just wanted to tumble over that edge. He was so close.

"Say it, Laxus." Freed's voice wasn't any less demanding, tone authoritative though breathless and strained with moans, and making Laxus want to give in. To them. To his pleasure. To everything he had thought he couldn't be but was clearly proven wrong.

"F-Fuck-" Laxus spluttered forward and his confession was almost drowned out by the sound of mingling moans, the wooden headboard banging against the wall, and his own shameless scream of pleasure that melted into his words when he came. "I'm yours, fuck, I'm yours!"

The orgasm felt like heaven's blessing and he knew that it was true. The only heaven he'd ever go to was heaven with them, his two devils no less. Every muscle in his broad body clenched, a sharp tug on the restraint made him feel the burn once more and his jaw slacked. Sweat was covering his skin and as spurt after spurt of cum shot from his dick he felt how Mira rode on the wave of her own orgasm, her arousal mixing with his release. Her moans were high-pitched and lovely and his own turned into mere mewls, his cheeks burning red with exhausting and the feel of Freed spilling himself inside him, his cum coating the walls of his ass and leaking out of it as his thrusts stuttered and slowly ebbed away into slow, lazy movements.

As all three of them were spent and panting, Laxus felt how Freed pulled out of him, careful not to move too quickly. One last weak moan left his lips at the loss of pressure and his legs trembled as Freed slowly set them down on the bed.

Mira had abandoned the riding crop. Her eyes were closed in bliss, and a tired smile took over her lips when Freed leaned in behind her to leave a soft kiss against her shoulder blade.

Laxus barely had the strength to open his eyes, fixed on controlling his breathing. But when he did and set his gaze upon the sight of his two dishevelled lovers, he couldn't help the smile that took over his features. He was blissfully exhausted, he would without doubt be sore in the morning and he was absolutely going to admire all the marks in the mirror Freed and Mirajane had left on him. He couldn't wait.

But now a glorious and peaceful time of aftercare was awaiting him and god, fuck, he needed and looked forward to it.

Freed and Mira both smiled at him, adoring his sight. Mira shared a short, loving kiss with Freed before leaning down to share her lips with Laxus, and just shortly after Freed came to stand by the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Laxus as well once Mira had withdrawn.

He savored their touches, savored their scents and faintly registered how Freed began to undo the tie around his wrists.

Meme feat. Fraxus/Miraxus/Mirafraxus created by edens_tail7 on Instagram // posted with permission // do not repost anywhere without permission

Fraxus Day: November 5th // Miraxus Day: November 8th

not gonna lie i never considered this, but like- you’re right and you should say it

(+bonus drawing of them)

This sounds good!

Freed being Laxus' boyfriend is obvious lol and I could absolutely see Freed and Mira in a relationship. I don't ship them like I used to, but it was one of my favorite ships and they have potential so I could easily did it again.