#(He’s polyamorous if you can’t tell)

[f3mbo1cthulhu]

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So… decided to dump some slight lore ideas for the OCs I draw the most, right now it’s younger David

As you may or may not know, David is a Pirate Ghost forced to roam the seas (occasionally, if anything he fishes up lost souls from the sea to give them a proper rest) and man the abandoned lighthouse (his home)

When he was younger (like… a LOT younger… when he was ALIVE) he became a sailor alongside his father at age 6, when he turned 14 he got kidnapped by pirates and forced to work under them. The captain of that vessel took a liking to David and actually he became their heir. Once they passed, David (at age 17) was titled Captain to his crew.

One unfortunate stormy night, he and his crew did not escape the grasp of nature…

And now… he’s a ghost! With the only memory he can gather is his name, occupation, and how he can navigate the seas on boat.

[monrical]

💬 sub! sunghoon x top! male reader

♥︎ ノ boypussy ( cuntboy - mention that sunghoon has a pussy ), breeding kink, jealousy! riki, sticky! sunghoon, jealous! riki, heat and things related to hybrids, “polyamorous”, big dick! reader, so much use of “hyung”, niki called pup, lump of cum, twt p0rn link, feminization, sunghoon is a prococative little bitch, ABO.

[ part two | part three . . z Z z ]

“Hyung, where are you going?” His boyfriend said tearfully. He had been like this for days, needy.

“I’m going to the kitchen to get some things I need, babe.” Still with a tearful expression, the boy ended up making a cute pout on his pink lips. “You’ll be back soon, right? Please.”

“I’ll just fix it quickly, doll. You won’t even notice I’m gone.” You try to reassure him, giving him a little peck on the lips.

“Can’t you take me hyung?” He says, pulling a small part of the fabric of his pants.

“Hoon, it’ll be super quick, there’s no need for me to carry you, love.” You look down at him. “You can wait here for hyung, right?” Still looking at his puppy eyes, which begged you to come along, you almost convinced yourself to carry him in your arms. “Will you stay here for me, love?”

He seems to think for a moment, forming another cute pout on his lips, but reluctantly he nods. It was almost too late for you to not resist. You leave the shared room, but not before giving his fluffy hair a pat and a small kiss.

Sunghoon has been your partner for a good 4 years now, you were so lucky to have the cutest little guy as your boyfriend. Not only him, but also your other 6 boyfriends,

Sunghoon was usually not that needy, on the contrary, he usually liked to tease you and flirt madly, only at certain times did he find himself like this.

At this time he didn't go out and didn't like to leave your side at any time, if you were even slightly away, he would whine and would spend hours complaining with small tears on his face, something that wasn't typical of him.

Sunghoon has been your partner for a good four years now. You are so lucky to have the cutest penguin as your boyfriend. Not just him, but also your other six boyfriends. Sunghoon usually wasn't this needy. On the contrary, he liked to tease you and flirt wildly, but at certain times he would become more needy.

During these times, he didn't like to leave your side at any time. If he was even slightly away, he would whine and complain for hours, with small tears on his face, something that wasn't typical of him.

Sunghoon was usually needy, but in a different way.

He wasn't touchy-feely; he was the type who, if he saw you lounging on the couch with your legs spread, would come over, put his arms around your shoulders and sit on your lap, flirting for a long time, maybe exchanging a few kisses here and there, which were usually interrupted by Riki, who would be jealous or wanting to play one of his video games, which he would insistently ask you to play with him.

"[Your name] hyung! Did Sunghoon finally release you?" Jay calls out to you, who was passing by the kitchen.

"With much insistence, yes." You say, running your hands through your hair and neck.

Jay comes closer. Now you could see that he was wearing an apron and holding a spatula, probably making food for the boys.

"Are you making food?"

"Uh-huh, I was just going to ask Riki to go tell you." He turns back to the stove, stirring the pot. You couldn't help but look at him. That apron made him look so handsome, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Consequently, you couldn't resist and put your hands on his small waist, placing your head on his neck.

"You look so handsome, love, in that apron." You murmur, nuzzling his neck and placing small kisses there.

"[Your name] hyung, please stop kissing. It's giving me goosebumps." He says, embarrassed. "S-Sunghoon won't like my scent on you." Not paying attention, you continue to kiss and bite his neck, tightening your grip on his waist, making Jay lean on the counter. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed, with a blush on his face.

"Hyung—" The moment was interrupted by Riki, who entered the room, and he didn't look happy. His smile was replaced by a frown. "I can't believe this, hyung! I was going to ask you to play with me." He was visibly angry. "You left me to rub yourself against Jay-hyung!" He had his arms crossed over his chest, not at all happy.

"Riki, pup, it's not like that—"

"I don't care! You're a traitor!!" He leaves the room huffing and stomping, and you soon let out a heavy sigh, massaging your forehead.

"I get into everything." With only one hand still on Jay's waist, he quickly turns around, holding his face with both hands.

"Honey, you go over there and try to work things out with Riki, okay? I don't want to see my boys fighting." He leaves a smile on your face. He could easily cheer you up, and soon leaves a peck on your lips.

Jungwon comes running in from the hallway. "[Your name] hyung! Sunghoon won't stop whining and it's annoying! I can't stand listening to it anymore, it's messing up my plans." He complains.

"Won, I'll take care of this right now, okay?" It's amazing how problems attract you.

"I'm going to go, I'm going to go see how Hoon is doing." You finally let go of Jay. "Then I'll try to sort things out with Riki."

You barely opened the door and Sunghoon was already in your arms. "Don't you love me, hyung? I'm handsome, aren't I?" He whimpers and cries in your arms.

"Hoon, baby, I love you, don't doubt that. And yes, you're beautiful." You hold him tighter in your arms, adjusting him to be more comfortable, running your thin fingers over his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes and giving him little kisses there. "You're so clingy, baby. You can't even stay a few minutes without me." You run your hand through his hair, noticing the pout on his lips.

"Don't blame me, hyungie." He looks at you, looking like an abandoned puppy. "Now, kiss!" Letting out small laughs, you give him the kiss he wanted so much. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss. It had started with small pecks, but at some point Sunghoon decided to deepen the kiss. Taking advantage of the moment, he climbed onto your lap, putting his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

"Hey, hey, easy." You say, trying to get out of the make-out session.

"No! I can't stand this smell on you." Sunghoon was irritated. "You go out and rub yourself against Jay-hyung. You're mine." He was so possessive. How could you forget? Remarkably, Jay's scent on you had triggered more of his possessiveness. Damn, you were so screwed.

"I'll show you that you only need me, hyung." He whispers in your ear. "I'll show you that my pussy is much better than anyone else's here." He places small bites on your earlobe, then gives it a lick. My God, you were so goosebumps, so screwed.

He didn't waste any time. He pushed you down on the bed. Sunghoon took off your shirt, which he had stolen earlier (because, according to him, 'he wanted to keep hyung with him'). Now shirtless, Sunghoon showed off his cute nipples, with a sideways smile on his face.

"Are you enjoying the view, sir?" Damn, he's going to finish you off.

The boy was shaking his hips on your lap, bringing his face closer to your lips. "Hyung is so cute. I'm cute too, right?" You nodded, sweating coldly from all the teasing. "Cute + cute equals cute babies, right, love?" FUCK, he brought up the topic.

Sunghoon knew very well about your desire to be a father. Not only that, but he also knew about the great fetish you had for reproduction, for keeping your partners swollen with cum, swollen with puppies.

"Come on, hyung, don't you want to put cute puppies in me?" He presses your ass even more on his cock, pressing your breasts together, trying to tease you even more, unzipping your pants.

"I want that big dick in me so bad, filling me up." A little pout on your lips. "Fuck, Sunghoon, you..." you couldn't even continue your speech, Sunghoon had taken his dick out of his jeans, "it's already so hard" he licks his lips, sir, you couldn't even explain how horny you were feeling "just for me" he lets out little laughs, now rubbing his dick on your still covered ass

“Hyung loves this, doesn’t he?” he says ironically, trying to provoke you. “My GOD, yes, fuck, I love this, doll.” You were one step away from exploding with lust. “I love your plump ass.” “Of course hyung loves it.” He laughs.

You were so focused that you didn't notice the change in your position, now next to you, Sunghoon was practically playing with your dick

He was lightly jerking off with just one hand, using one of his fingers to remove the pre-cum from his head, teasing your glade, all this while exchanging kisses “fuck hoon, you're driving me crazy” you hold his waist tightly, you could hear laughter and feel a smile on Sunghoon's face

He moved his hand even more, this time he bent down, getting closer to his cock, licking and kissing from his balls to the head of his cock, giving small sucks in the process.

“uh.. fuck” you let out small moans, mumbling words that were usually repeated, after all you could only concentrate on the teasing, but suddenly he stops, changing position again, now sitting on top of you “why did you stop??” you say, frustration in both your look and your words

“Calm down, don’t you want to fuck me hyung?” he asks with big eyes and a provocative smile on his lips, this boy would be the death of him.

Without wasting any time, the younger boy returned to your lap, now sitting on top of you, wearing only underwear and socks. His cock between the dark-haired boy's buttocks

“This big dick never gets tired, does it?” He looks at you deeply, with a sideways smile on his lips “maybe hyung is eager to put his babies in me?”

“Shit, I’m tired of your teasing Sunghoon,” you say aggressively, now grabbing his waist. “What are you going to do?” This boy was testing your patience.

with the provocation, you, visibly irritated, hold the boy tightly “take off those fucking underwear” “and if I don’t take them off?”

Well, the answer came soon, you ripped off the said underwear

you fucked him hard, sunghoon's face was buried in the sheets, his hands gripping the fabric tightly

you wanted so much to be with a camera right now, the expression on sunghoon's face was the most beautiful, flushed and drooling cheeks, messy hair, full lips swollen, his mouth open letting out the most beautiful moans.

“Ahhh~♡ hyung, ah fuck, hit me harder”

“Didn’t you want my babies, my little pet?” You come closer, resting your chest on the boy’s back “Now you’re going to have them.”

You change position, turning him over, your breasts now together “I'm going to fuck you so much, you won't remember tomorrow” “You'll look much prettier with your pussy swollen with my babies, won't you doll?” You whisper softly in his ear

“Hmmm… yes, oh my god yes, fill me up hyung, make me all swollen with your babies~” with that you slam harder, your balls slapping Sunghoon’s ass hard

“fuck fuck fuck♡ I l-love this” sunghoon’s brain was visibly blank, he could barely get a word out

he let out loud moans, the neighbors would definitely complain later…

“I’m g-going to ahh I’m going to cum hyung♡!! Hit harder” he hugged you tighter and tighter, holding your neck tightly, his head on your neck, smelling you “want to cum with me love?! Let’s cum together uh?”

with that sunghoon lets out the loudest moan he could, then cumming firmly, he pants heavily, still having small post-cum astonishments

“next time, I'll remember to use a condom” “oops~♥︎”

He gave you a big smile, eyes half closed, oh how you loved him.

you couldn't have a better night.

꒰ ♥︎ ꒱ ⠀ What do you think about this type of fanfic with Riki? (depending on the answer, I will make a no smut ver.)

[yoonia]

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key: angst ✵ | fluff ✿ | smut ♡  series: ongoing ✎ | hiatus ☽ | completed ✓

⇝— updated: Nov 2nd, 2024 ⇝— fic archive 2016-2019 .｡.✰ ⇝— work in progress & writing schedule .｡.✰

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𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐮 ☽.·✩·.¸

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𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

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✎ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 ● A Night With You | ✿ ♡ (implied) mini drabble; boyfriend!Chanyeol ⇢ A glimpse of the nights you spend with him

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|| Relationship Headcanons || Poly!Sakura x Reader x Poly!Suo || Wind Breaker ||

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PLAY!

sooo I’m like reading the manga and I see nirei always in between these two and I’m thinking WHAT IF and thus this was born

PART 2

: fem!reader, polyamorous relationship, established relationship, bunch of fluff

❥ Congratulations, you managed to score these two hotties as your boyfriends. There’s never a day that’s dull with these two. In this relationship there’s a perfect balance, Suo is the calm experienced one and Sakura is the brash inexperienced one. You’re kinda in the middle to balance these two boys out.

❥ Sakura will always get red in the face whenever you and Suo do some sort of display of affection. Just holding Suo’s hand and Sakura is already ready to combust like a volcano. Looking at you like you’re both heathens for holding hands. What will really make Sakura explode is when you hold his hand too.

❥ Suo really lets loose his mischievous side around you and Sakura. For Sakura, it’s not that hard to get him red but when it comes to you it becomes a little bit more of a challenge. Let’s just say Suo really likes the challenge so he tries many things to get you blushing. Getting Sakura to blush is just a bonus but you’re the real prize. He’s even keen on reenacting some BL scenes just to gauge your reaction. Sakura is an unwilling participant.

Suo hugs Sakura from behind.

Sakura: WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOIー！

❥ You will have to initiate most of the time when it comes to Sakura. He is too embarrassed to show any affection to you. So it’s always Suo who ushers (pressures) him to do it. Sakura wants to give you a hug? You’ll likely see Suo behind him encouraging him.

❥ Regarding Sakura’s lack of experience, you and Suo will both have to teach him things. He’s embarrassed to ask you directly but he’s less embarrassed around Suo. He will ask Suo if these are the type of snacks you like or how to compliment you. Practice sessions do happen often.

Suo: Now, repeat after me. (Y/N), you look beautiful today.

Sakura: (Y/N), y-you look b-beauーTHIS IS STUPID I CAN’T DO THIS!

❥ You don’t have to worry about any danger because you got two bodyguards who’s willing to face any danger for you. When a fights about the happen Suo will be the one to pull you behind him while Sakura will be the one to go ham on the opponent. Suo is the reliable shield and Sakura the fierce attacker. Not a single hair on you will be touched.

❥ They are both are really protective over you. If you’re alone and some guy tries to flirt with you, you already know Sakura will come running for a fight while Suo calmly walks toward you with a chilling glare at the poor guy.

❥ Cafe/Restaurant dates are quite common in your group as Sakura loves to eat and Suo loves watching you eat. You try to spoon feed Suo because the man does not eat at all. Meanwhile you gotta tell Sakura to slow down before he chokes.

❥ Another popular date idea in your group is movie watching. Which happens at either yours or Suo’s cause Sakura doesn’t own a tv. It’s a huge cuddle session but only you and Suo get to finish the movie because Sakura falls asleep halfway. The type of movie where Sakura doesn’t fall asleep are action movies, so majority of the time you all end up watching those. (bruce lee jackie chan tom cruise etc. )

gonna stop here before I go overboard lemme know if ya guys want a part 2

[koiiiji]

being in big deals from beginning with Sinu, but leaving with Samuel after

pairing ; samuel seo x reader x jake kim

tw ; polyamorous, mfm, possessive! samuel

author note ; my first time writing for lookism and for this two, also im on chapter 343 only, so if something not accurate enough im sorry!! ALSO celebrating 400 followers!! and even tho ask box is closed, i still want to do something nice for you, so if you want you can leave your requests for SHMOL sketches under, i will do it super short and put it in one post!! lookism and windbreaker💋✨💐🤸🏼‍♀️

author note 2 ; not proofed, i wrote it after work with one eye open, so i just throw it to chat gpt to check any mistakes, if you find any you know who you can judge😤🫸🏻

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⋆𐙚₊˚ you have been with big deals even before Jake and Samuel joined, which means you were more close with Sinu, who was like a older brother figure for you

⋆𐙚₊˚ you always were good with calculating and make predictions so you literally was the reason why big deals didn’t have any debts to any other gangs or companies

⋆𐙚₊˚ when Jake and Samuel joined big deals they firstly didn't pay too much attention, just another girl spinning around Sinu, nothing new

⋆𐙚₊˚ but then they started to notice that you always appears at every meeting, even if it were just for big deal, not including girls who work on their street, always whispering something on Sinu ear and checking some papers

⋆𐙚₊˚ it was slow burn in beginning, they payed you more attention on meetings, started more small talks time to time, as soon as they caught that you are actual part of big deals. also, later they learned that you actually liked Sinu as older brother, and that was the moment when they start... acting…

⋆𐙚₊˚ of course you had your small moments together before. like you accidentally fall asleep on Jake’s shoulder when everybody celebrated another holiday, or when you asked both of them to show you some actions, - in case if you will be alone on the street, so you can protect yourself - and seemed that Samuel got a little carried away and pushed you too hard, but catching you by your wrist just moment before your head was about to hit the ground

⋆𐙚₊˚ there were always that moments between three of you

⋆𐙚₊˚ but first one who started to show off were Samuel

⋆𐙚₊˚ he already were jealous over the fact that Sinu choosed Jake as his favourite one, so he can’t let Jake to have yours attention as well. later it will be worse, when he will learn who Jake’s father was

⋆𐙚₊˚ Samuel would always flirt with you making it crystally clear that he likes you, and you wouldn't even notice it because of amount of work for big deals and of homework you still had in school

⋆𐙚₊˚ and when Samuel brutally flirts with you, trying to get your attention, Jake would snort, turning his eyes somewhere else, trying to ignore it and telling Jerry to "stop say stupid stuff like this" when he, once again tried to push his boss to admit his feelings towards you

⋆𐙚₊˚ for Jake it's complicating because he see how Samuel likes you, so he doesn’t want to ruin everything even tho he himself had so many feelings towards you

⋆𐙚₊˚ and Jake waited for too long...

⋆𐙚₊˚ when Samuel took leading position in big deals you were forced to stay by leader side to help him earn as much money as possible to pay to big four, but when Samuel left big deals for workers he asked you to go with him

⋆𐙚₊˚ Samuel was far from gentle man, but when his huge arms hugged your shoulders from behind, softly murmuring into your ear to come with him in new gang, to join him and stay by his side, offering you simply better life, where you won't need to calculate how to save more money until next month, where you will be able to buy expensive clothes, where you can offer yourself jut... more... it was hard to resist to Samuel espesially when you lived your whole life expecting how to safe money to the next month and economize as much as you can

⋆𐙚₊˚ so thats how you left big deals with Samuel, still with heavy heart for Sinu and big deals in general

⋆𐙚₊˚ Jake was feral when Jerry told him that. in his head it was more like Samuel forced you. oh, Jake were fully aware that Samuel were able to use power over girls, and Jake blamed himself for the fact that you had to leave the big deals

⋆𐙚₊˚ when you and Samuel become part of workers, he won’t let you go far away from him. you would be his personal assistant and manager. everything but always by his side. you always. by his side. always. Samuel even went that far that he rent big apartments for both of you, of course with separate rooms, you still didn’t accept his feelings and were naive about what kind of emotion you rise in him

⋆𐙚₊˚ Jake tried to contact you few times but, oh wow, what a surprise, Samuel always were the one to pick up the phone, telling him to leave you alone

⋆𐙚₊˚ to say less Jake felt terrible back then, things that happened to Sinu, Gun Park and his big four gangs, praises about money and the heir at his place, big deals, everything at one time…

⋆𐙚₊˚ and then prison… Jake felt like biggest loser on this planet

⋆𐙚₊˚ and he would never wish you to see all horrors of this place, but here you are sitting on the other side of safety glass, looking too beautiful to place like this, too pretty in your fitted white shirt and pleated skirt. Jerry probably yanked you right out of the office. another self note - to chastise Jerry next time for bringing you to place like this

⋆𐙚₊˚ “Jake… im sorry, i had no idea what happened to you” you murmured softly into the receiver of the phone connecting the two sides. “Samuel never said anything about that… I was shocked when Jerry just caught me near office and crammed me in the car”

⋆𐙚₊˚ after that day, you came to Jake more often, slipping away from Samuel under the pretext that you wanted to meet an old friend from school and he didn't need to attend girls' gatherings

⋆𐙚₊˚ when Jake finally got out of prison, one of the first things that he did was ask you to eat ramen together. you told him everything about your new life, that now you live with Samuel and he takes care about everything, starting with payments for apartments, finishing with fuel for car, as he always ready to ride you to any part of city

⋆𐙚₊˚ Jake felt feral when you told him whole story.

⋆𐙚₊˚ not only that bastard not tell you what happened to Jake, but he also controlled the calls and forced you to live with him. Jake knew what Samuel's feelings were for you, even if you perceived his care and relationship as friendly or brotherly, Jake still guessed what was behind it. but he never imagined that his friend would get to the point where he would keep you with him 24/7 and secretly control your phone calls from anybody from big deals

⋆𐙚₊˚ after that meeting Jake knew that he can’t offer you to stay at his small room he rent, even if he really wanted you to stay more by his side. he didn't tell you about his guesses about Samuel, you don't have to worry, yet you were safer with him than with Jake now. the only thing he did before sending you home in a taxi was hug you so tightly - tightly, it seems that his hands were a little lower than he should have allowed himself, and his hot breath was a little off when his lips were too close to your neck.

⋆𐙚₊˚ in the end, Jake pushed your hair off your forehead, and pressed his lips firmly to your forehead, shut his eyes and quietly promised himself to deal with Samuel later

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[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VII

*inhales aggressively* VESSEL CHAPTER!!!!!! FINALLY!!!! Reader has a talk with the boys about what exactly happened with the night's kissing incident, after so much time of him being a bit distant towards reader Vessel decides to let his softer side show, plus more moments with III because I'm in love with him and I can't help myself sorry not sorry hehe I can't wait to know what you all think of this chapter thank you all so much for all the wonderful comments. If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: discussion of boundaries, proposals of a polyamorous relationship (I tried my best to make it realistic but I, myself, am not polyamorous), fluffy stuff per usual. NOT PROOFREAD

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Part VI - Part VIII

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The sight before you almost made you want to laugh. The four grown men that sat in various seats around your living room almost resembled a group of school kids waiting anxiously outside the principal's office. “I’m sorry.” III was the first of them to speak up.

“No, if anything I should be the one apologizing.” II quickly follows, both of them unable to even look in your direction.

“I’m not upset at either of you, I’m just… confused.” You respond softly.

“It started off as simple crushes; me, IV, III, Ves.” You noticed Vessel’s shoulder tense as he was dragged into this conversation as well. “We all think you’re beautiful-”

“And very sweet.” III adds on. You can’t help the subtle smile that finds its way to your lips at their compliments.

“We could tell things had gotten a little more serious between you and III so we all decided to back off. But, I can’t lie to you,” II chuckled, “I’m a very jealous man. So when someone tries to keep me from what I want I don’t typically respond the best.”

“And I don’t feel right asking you to commit solely to me when you clearly have feelings for II, as well.” III adds his piece. You found it odd, there was no anger in his voice at the thought of you with his friend. “I guess what we’re trying to say is, um…” he trails off, looking to II as he searches for the right words to say.

“How would you feel about dating all of us?” Vessel breaks the thick tension with his blunt question. You felt like all of the air had been punched from your lungs, your heart jumping into your throat as your head snapped in his direction.

“Vessel, you can’t phrase it like that!” IV groans from his spot on your couch, dropping his head into his hand.

“What? She's a big girl, you don't need to beat around the bush.”

“Dating… dating all of you?” You finally mutter after a few moments of shocked silence.

“Obviously only if you're comfortable with that.” III stands from his seat, slowly stepping closer to you. “You don't have to say yes to any of this. It doesn't matter if you want to date only me, or if you would be okay dating all of us. Hell, after dropping this on you, there's a chance you might not want to see any of us ever again.” You didn't miss the nervousness that laced its way into his laughter. III was genuinely scared that this was going to fully push you away. “But, it's about what you want, that's the important part.”

“And you're all okay with this?” You would be lying if you tried to say you didn't find the offer very appealing. Every member of the group that sat before you drew you to them in one way or another, they were definitely an attractive bunch to put it lightly; III with his subtle intensity, who was always making you laugh, II who would turn you into a flustered mess with his sweet words, IV who’s easily excitable nature and blind confidence when it came to complimenting you made your heart thrum in your chest, Vessel who lets his hand linger on your waist as he maneuvers around you doing restock days, who holds your gaze for perhaps a little longer than necessary when wishing you goodbye at night. But, could you really handle four relationships? 

“The way we see it, we’d rather share you with others who we know are going to take good care of you than to be forced to hold our tongues about how we feel about you.” II explains.

“I…” you trail off as you look between the four of them. “I need some time to think.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

“Of course.” Vessel responds. Without another word II, III, and IV stood, quietly said their goodbyes to you and left your apartment. Vessel hung back for a moment, waiting for III to fully shut the door behind him before breathing out a sigh. “I'm sorry that all of this happened the way it did. I kept telling them to wait to bring it up.” His gaze drops to you, who was silently fidgeting with your fingers as you leaned against the wall.

“I can always tell them to back off, love.”

“No, you don't have to do that.” You brush him off. “It's nothing to do with any of you, you're all incredible. It's just- it's me, that's what the problem is.” You tried to force a laugh to prove to Vessel that you were fine, his unchanging expression let you know immediately that he saw right through you. “You're all so wonderful, and the fact that you would be willing to make such a huge compromise.” You stare through the slits of his mask, believing you were meeting his eyes. “What if it's not worth it?”

You didn't have time to register what was happening before Vessel was in front of you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I know I might not be as… prominent with my acts of affection as the others.” He pulls back slightly, one large hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as your eyes instinctively rise to look at him. “But, considering II put things out in the open, I need you to know that I care for you viscerally.” The soft growl that found its way into his voice made your cheeks grow warm. “I don't want you to feel pressured into anything you don't want, but I need you to understand that there has not been a single moment since I met you that would make me think any of this wasn't worth it.” You blink slowly as a hand comes to rest on the top of your head, comfortingly patting the spot. “Would it be alright if I came and checked in tomorrow?” You nod, reluctantly letting your hands fall away from their position pressed against his chest as he stepped back, his warmth fading away with it.

“Goodnight, Ves.” Your voice cracked slightly as you tried to keep your overwhelming emotions in check.

“Goodnight love, rest well.”

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You watched the second hand on the clock tick, bringing you closer to when Vessel would usually make his nightly supply runs. You hadn’t managed to sleep at all the night prior, tossing and turning as you played through every scenario you could think of as you made your decision. At the sight of the familiar pick up truck rumbling into the lot you felt your heart race. “This is it.” You muttered out loud to the empty store. “No going back now.” He poked his head through the door before fully entering.

“You still open?” He offers you a playful smile.

“No, but for you I'll make an exception.” You giggle in response. He slowly steps inside and approaches the counter.

“How’d thinking on things go?” He rests his elbows on the counter, bringing him closer to face level with you.

You set a hand down on the counter, Vessel cautiously reaching out to take it in his own. He hesitates for a moment, his hand drawing back slightly as if he was preparing to pull away. His fingers were rough against the soft skin of your hand when he finally decided to take his, his thumb running languidly across the peaks and valleys of your knuckles as he waited patiently for your response. “I want to take things slow… but the thought of having all of you to myself is a little too good to pass up.” He breathes out a chuckle, flashing you a sharp smirk that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Is that so?” He mulls over how to respond to your statement for a moment. “How about I make us dinner and we can sit down and talk about how slow you want to take things, just so we can make sure everyone is on the same page.”

“You want to cook me dinner?” You shoot him a playful smile. “Is it going to be edible?” He bellows out a laugh in response.

“You're funny, you know I've been told I'm a wonderful cook.” He points an accusatory finger at you, standing up to collect what ingredients he needed from around the store. “Just you wait and see, this is going to be the best damn meal you've ever eaten.”

The whole thing was a bit strange in the best way. If he hasn't told you so directly you would've sworn that Vessel thought of you as little more than an acquaintance. But now, you were sitting on your kitchen counter, a glass of white wine swirling around in your hand, rolling your eyes playfully at all of Vessel’s terrible jokes as he made the two of you dinner. He asks you where you keep your plates, you easily reach into the cabinet behind you and produce a pair, holding them out to him with a soft smile. He carefully plates the pasta he made, penne with bacon and spinach and some type of cream sauce he had pulled together with odds and ends from your pantry. “It smells incredible.” He saunters in front of you, trapping you on the counter by placing a hand on either side of your waist.

“And here you were questioning my culinary skills.” He feigns a hurt tone before a soft chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Come on beautiful, let's go eat.” He pulls away from you, your body trailing after his warmth. You pad your way into the living room, Vessel close behind as he carries your plate for you. You sat close together on the couch, angling yourself to better face him. “So, define slow.” He jumps in immediately.

“Let me at least get a couple bites in.” Vessel can't help but smile at your teasing tone. “I just… I don’t know. This is all so different I don't think I can really tell you what going slow even means.”

“Well, I can assure you that all of us care a lot about how you feel during all of this.”

“And I know that.”

“I think you're worried about more than just taking things slow, love. What's on your mind?” The softness to his tone immediately lulled your anxious mind into a sense of safety.

“I'm worried about things developing quicker in certain relationships than others, I just don't want that to cause any of you to fight.” You absentmindedly twisted your fork around in your fingers, studying it as you tried to put into words what was racing through your mind.

“That might happen, but if it does it's alright. Unfortunately that's just something we have to deal with.” He chuckles. “There's no doubt in my mind that you would be more comfortable moving a bit quicker with III than you would with me, he started flirting with you from the start. We all know that you're in various stages of getting to know us, we're more than willing to give you time to figure all of that out.” Hearing him being so reassuring made the heaviness weighing in your chest lighten considerably. “Is there anything else I can do to ease that pretty little head of yours?” You slowly shake your head no before pausing. You looked at the man before you, swallowing thickly as you mulled over an idea. Vessel was an enigma to you even after months of knowing him. He was aloof, quiet, but the few rare instances he let part of his personality break through you could tell just how wonderful he could really be.

“Dance with me?” The question hung in the air for a moment before Vessel wordlessly rose to his feet.

“I will warn you, I'm not much of a dancer.” He chuckles, outstretching his hand for you to take. His palm was warm against your fingertips; the smudged edges of his paint were a stark contrast to the pale skin underneath.

“What a shame, neither am I.” You giggle in response before he pulls you to your feet. He looks around the room, making a small sound of affirmation to himself before pushing your coffee table out of the way to open up the space. You walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, clicking on your radio and letting the soft tune crackle to life. Vessel stood in the center of the room, hands shoved into his pockets as he waited for your return, a soft smile settling onto his lips.

“You look really beautiful today.” He says softly, one strong arm reaching out for you and wrapping around your waist when you were within reach. Your fingers intertwine with his, Vessel watching carefully as each delicate digit slotted between his own. Your cheeks grow warm as you timidly accept the compliment. You had never been this close to Vessel before, feeling the way his muscles tensed and shifted under the hand that rested on his shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. You were unable to tear your eyes away from him, the intricate detailing along the edge of his mask highlighting how wide and bright his smile was as he gazed down at your flustered form. The music you had turned on was non existent at this point, the only thing mattering at this point in time was Vessel finally allowing you the briefest glimpse inside his walls. You managed to trip over your own feet, yelping slightly as you stumbled into him. “Easy now, I got you.” He chuckles, helping to steady you on your feet. “If you're going to faint at least wait until I kiss you for the first time.” He jokes

“Already thinking about kissing me, huh?” You smile coyly

“It'd be hard not to with a pretty face like that.” You let out a flustered laugh, your eyes dropping to the floor. You jumped when there was a sudden knock on the door. You reluctantly pull out of Vessel’s grasp, his fingers trailing across your waist as he tries to remain connected to you until the last possible moment. You slowly open the door, not knowing who to expect on the other side so late. You froze when your eyes landed on III, who was nervously swaying his heels on the creaky wooden landing outside. The moment he realized you had answered he immediately began to ramble.

“I'm sorry, I know you said you needed time to think and I absolutely respect that. I just, I know we kissed, and if you decide you don't want to go through with this I don't want it to make things weird-”

“III.” His mouth snaps shut as you softly say his name. You look back into your living room, Vessel’s head rested in his hand, he seemed mildly annoyed to be interrupted. Not knowing how to respond, you simply pushed the door wide open, III’s attention immediately drawn to Vessel. “We were actually just talking about that.” His eyes widen slightly, his gaze switching between you and his friend.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-”

“I was just leaving, actually.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. You turn to face him as he walks up to you. He cradles your face in his hand, “tonight was wonderful, I hope we get to do this again soon.” He swipes his thumb across your cheek, leaving a thin black streak in its wake. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Ves.” You respond breathlessly. You turn to face III, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before reaching out and taking his hand, tugging him inside your apartment. His eyes stay locked on you as he follows you through the door, shutting it quietly behind him. “I really enjoyed, um… kissing you last night was really nice.” You let out a flustered laugh. “I don’t want you to worry that you made things weird.”

He chuckles, “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He stuffs his hand in his pockets, shifting his weight awkwardly. “I hope that talk you guys were having was a good one.”

“I think you’ll be very satisfied with the outcome.” You giggle. He gazes at you curiously, the usual playful sparkle back in his eyes when he realized he hadn’t scared you off.

“Is that so?” He saunters closer to you, his towering height and intense gaze threatening to make your knees buckle. “You let me know if any of this is moving too fast, okay?” He says sweetly, gently cupping your jaw.

“Okay.” You smile up at him. He trails his thumb over your bottom lip, his bright blue eyes darting around your features as he drank in the sight of you.

“You are simply gorgeous, love.” He whispers after a moment of silence.

“You flatter me too much.” Both hands slide around your waist, gently pulling you flush against him.

“I'm only telling my girl the truth.” He smiles. Your eyes flash up to meet his, the declaration of being his girl making your heart flutter in your chest. “Well, it seems like we have the night to ourselves. What would you like to do?” Wordlessly you take one of the hands that had settled against the curve of your hip, guiding him towards your couch. You threw on a movie, something mindless that you didn't need to pay attention to. Tonight was about spending time with III. No distractions, no hidden feelings, just you and someone who made you feel like a girl experiencing her first crush all over again. III takes you in his arms, laying back and pulling you on top of him in the process. One arm resting comfortably behind his head, the other slung over your waist as the two of you cuddled in a comfortable silence. “You know, I was really worried all of this would make you never speak to me again.” He speaks up after a while through a quiet chuckle.

“I was definitely a bit nervous about the idea, still kind of am if I'm being honest.” You laugh softly, absentmindedly tracing shapes against the soft material of his sweatshirt on his chest. “But, none of you have given me any reason not to trust you, so despite being nervous I feel like this is the right choice.”

“How you feel about this is very important to me, okay? If there's ever anything I can do for you love, just let me know.” He rubs his hand soothingly up and down your back, keeping you pressed close to him almost as if he was scared if he let you go you'd disappear. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night; you learned that III is more of a cat person than a dog person, his favorite color is red, and he would willingly disappear into the woods without a trace if it meant never folding laundry again. “It's such a dumb concept, I'm going to put the damn clothes on anyways. Why do they have to be folded and put away?” You hid your face against his shoulder, trying to hide the fact you had tears forming in your eyes from laughing so hard. You look up at him with a bright smile, the tangent dying in his throat as his eyes meet yours. He slowly sits himself up on his elbows, your body responding as it gradually slid into his lap. One of his hands pressed into the small of your back, keeping you held as close to him as possible, the other moving to cup your cheek.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you since last night.” You admit in a tone barely above a whisper.

“Trust me, I wasn't doing much better.” He chuckles, his gaze briefly flashing down to your lips. “Everything about you… everything about you is just so perfect, and for the life of me I can't figure out why you give me the time of day.”

“Because you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.” Your voice shook as you spoke, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears and you were nearly positive that III could hear it too.

“Because you are the only girl in the world for me.” He admits without a second thought. “I haven't been able to get last night out of my head. Of course I want to kiss you again, but this time I want to kiss you and mean it.” Trembling fingers rose to the edge of his mask, glancing up at him through your lashes asking for silent permission to raise his mask enough to kiss him. He nods, studying your nervous expression as you gently took the edge of the fabric and raised it to just below his nose. Your breath was snatched from your lungs as III crushed his lips against yours, your mind immediately swimming in the overwhelming sensation that was him. His lips subtly sweet as he eased your mouth open, his tongue carefully caressing yours, making sure to take things at a bear agonizing pace in order for you to be able to back away at any time. Your hands slid up his torso, III shivered under your delicate touch. You felt lightheaded as the kiss took over your senses; the euphoric feeling of his warm lips against yours, the deep, earthy smell of his cologne, his massive hand kneading at the softness of your hip. You both pulled away equally breathless, your hands coming up to his mask in order to readjust it into place before he had a chance to.

“I think you definitely meant it this time.” You giggle, your forehead falling to rest against his.

“There's going to be plenty more where that came from.” He winks playfully at you.

III decided to leave you for the night when you could barely keep your head up anymore. He scoops you up in his arms. You grumble in annoyance despite the fact you immediately begin to nuzzle your face against his chest. “Where are we going?” You ask through a yawn.

“I’m taking you to bed sweetheart, you need to rest.” He chuckles.

“-’m not tired.” You try to protest, your actions only make him laugh again before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Says the woman who can’t keep her eyes open.” You could hear his smile in his voice.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit softly.

“I know love, but you have a store to run, I’m afraid I’ve kept you up more than I already meant to.” He carefully maneuvers himself so he’s holding you in one arm, pulling back your blankets with his now free hand. He lays you gently into bed, his knuckles trailing across your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His head dips down, allowing you to share one more chaste kiss before he left you to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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[thesquirrelqueer]

my friend and I were talking about what if jeremy became a guidance counselor when he’s older so here are some random headcanons for that idea

“did you know mr. heere caused the squip incident of 2004?” “no way??? mr. heere wore his pants backwards last week there’s no way he had a squip” “maybe that’s why they don’t make them anymore.”

everyone knows “mr. heere” as the school’s cryptid. too damn tall. his wife is an actress, or is his HUSBAND a game designer??? he talks to himself sometimes. he’s got mountain dew varieties in the first aid kit in his office.

“one time mr. heere just grabbed open circuitry. I don’t know.” <- he’s immune to electricity post-squip

he has a group of ten children who follow him around like lost ducklings

he runs the performance art club (he’s got a hands-off club running approach. He runs it solely so that they’re able to meet every week, because the club can’t exist without a teacher or counselor)

christine stops by it sometimes and the kids are like IS THAT CHRISTINE CANIGULA??? THE FAMOUS ACTRESS??? WAIT SHES YOUR WIFE???

all the kids are swarming her for pictures and autographs and she’s like “jeremy your kids have great taste in musicals”

btw he is married to both christine and michael in this. he wears two rings, one for each of them.

“mr. heere, you sometimes say wife, and sometimes say husband, uh… um… is your partner non-binary?” “oh! sell, uh, you see, christine is, they’re my wife, but my husband is michael, he’s a different person, I’m uh—“ “mr. heere is a player!” “n-no, guys, I’m polyamorous.”

one day the kids mention an indie fighting co-op game and jeremy is like “oh wow that finally came out? my husband worked on it a few years ago.” and the kids are BEGGING him to bring his husband in. as if his husband is a toy for show-and-tell.

[imyourbratzdoll]

hi love, the last request i had that you did was amazing so i’m here again Lol, so my idea is smut, with either soft!dark nomad!steve rogers or maybe soft!dark lumberjack!henry cavill, whichever character you prefer, he’s really possessive and is always reminding reader that she’s his. like he’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure no one even looks at his girl the wrong way. and like maybe one day he gets irritated with the reader because she’s been acting out or maybe he got jealous because of something she did, but in return he shows her who she belongs to and he’s like “who do you belong to pretty girl?” or “talk to me sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?” smth like that bcuz dirty talking is my weakness hehe 🤭 love u and ur work💗💗

hey baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it!

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

warning - smut, threesome, polyamorous, slight angst, swearing, punishment, creampie, oral sex, double penetration, dark men, mentions of death, assumptions of cheating.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

“What’s wrong with our little princess, huh?” You ignore them, not daring to look at them because you know you’d fold if you did. Steve walks over, kneeling before you and resting his large hand on your knee. “You will have to talk to us sometime soon.” Henry stands to the side of Steve, glaring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“If you don’t answer, bunny. We will be forced to punish you.” You huff, crossing your arms and leaning back into the couch. You squeal as your suddenly lifted and twisted into an uncomfortable yet satisfying position. Your head hangs over Henry’s knees while your crotch aligns with his. “Fine, I guess we’re forced to do this the hard way.” A moan falls from your lips as his thick fingers begin to rub your cloth-covered cunt, circling your swollen clit. “What do you think we should do with her, Steve? Hmm?” Your core throbs with how deep his voice is, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how handsome your men are. But you are mad. You can’t give in to them, no matter how much you want to cum around their thick, throbbing members.

“Hmm.” Your core clenches at the sound of Steve undoing his belt and taking out his thick, leaking cock. “We should edge her, not give our little princess what she desperately wants.” Before you can argue, he slides his cock between your lips, choking you on his member. Steve’s head falls back, “Fuck, you’re mouth feels amazing around me.” His hands come down and grip the sides of your head softly, thrusting in and out, taking you apart, enjoying the sight of your saliva gathering and flowing out of your mouth. “Go on, Henry. Give our princess’s little pussy a little bit more attention.” 

Henry chuckles, repeating Steve’s actions by undoing his belt and taking his prominent member out. “Get ready, bunny. You won’t be cumming at all unless you tell us why you’ve been acting like a little brat.” He groans as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, pushing past your walls and deep inside you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, moans blocked by Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through him, causing him to groan loudly. “Aww, our little bunny is making Stevie feel good with her mouth, huh?” You try to nod, but you’re so full. “Squeezing my cock so good, bunny. You going to tell us what’s wrong?” 

You whimper, sucking Steve’s cock desperately. Your hands come up and fondle his heavy sacks. Whines escape you as Henry begins to pound into you, hitting every place that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. “Don’t be so mean, Henry. Our little princess can’t talk with her mouth full. She knows it’s rude, don’t you, princess?” You nod, fat tears filling your eyes. You can’t think properly, having two prominent men taking you apart, making you feel so many emotions. You sob as Steve pulls out of your mouth, tapping your cheek as he watches your face contort from Henry’s cock slamming into you. “C’mon, princess. Why have you been such a brat lately?” 

Your eyes cross, and your hearing becomes fuzzy. “Y–You don’t love me anymore!” You sob, walls rapidly clenching and unclenching around Henry, and a whine escapes you when he stops his movements. Your hips begin to move, trying to recreate the feeling. “Keep going!” The tears are now flowing down your face, making a mess. 

Henry and Steve look at each other with their brows furrowed, wondering why you would’ve thought this and what they did for you to feel this way. “Princess, we love you so much. Why would you ever think otherwise?” Steve cups your cheek as Henry lifts you to sit you onto his lap correctly. 

Henry grips your hips and stares at you with sad eyes. “Steve’s right, bunny. We love you so much, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about you. You are our bunny, our princess.” You pout, mind foggy from being seconds away from an orgasm to now having to talk about your feelings. You know there’s no way of escaping this, and you know you should communicate more, especially since the last time you acted like this.

Your pout deepens, “I saw how you acted with that woman… It seemed like you would’ve rather had her instead of me because what can I offer?” You can feel yourself choke up as you remember a few days back how you had walked outside to give your husbands a drink for all their hard work, only to find them staring at the new neighbour as she spoke, a tiny dress and bouncy hair. How they looked at her was how you had wished they would look at you, and that’s when the insecurities began because they barely even noticed you after that. They always seemed to go over to help her, being at her beck and call whenever she needed them. You didn’t know if they were cheating on you when they were over there. You had no clue what was happening. All you knew was that you were losing the men you loved. 

Steve and Henry could feel their hearts breaking as they realised how they had been neglecting you this whole time, making you feel like you meant nothing to them, making you think they’d rather have some bimbo over you. You never really knew that they had used that woman as fertiliser because they couldn’t have someone like that trying to break apart your marriage. You never questioned why your garden had grown more than usual, as they’d distract you with wooden things they had crafted for you. They’d only been going over to the woman’s house because they had seen some things you would like as your own, planning to gift them to you for your birthday and christmas. 

“Oh, princess, that’s not true at all. You are our world. We’d never want someone so used and pathetic, and we want you, our pure little baby.” Steve leans forward and brings you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into you. 

“Steve’s right, bunny. You’re our little girl, our perfect little wife.” You moan as he moves your hips slowly against him, grinding you down, taking his turn to kiss your plump lips. You gasp as he lies you down, pulling you on top of him, allowing Steve to climb on top of you and slide alongside him, filling you with their giant cocks. They move slowly, pumping in and out of you, feeling their cocks harden more from the sounds that leave past your lips. “We only belong to you, bunny.” You whimper into Henry’s neck, crying from the intense pleasure.

“Talk to us, princess. Who makes you feel this good, huh?” Steve plunges into you, grunting as your walls clench around them. The feeling of their hands all over you, their cocks pounding into you, causes you to slowly slip from your mind, wondering how you had gotten so lucky. “C’mon, princess. Answer me.”

“You… Both!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, vision becoming white as you squirt, your juices flowing out and covering your men. 

“That’s right, bunny. Us.” Henry growls, pounding fast before his head flies back and his eyes close, thick hot cum flowing out of his mushroom tip and deep into you. 

Steve grunts, placing soft kisses on your back as he buries himself deep inside you, his balls tightening, and he releases, filling you with his cum. Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you sag into your husband, falling asleep to them, whispering that they love you and pressing sweet kisses onto your body. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

taking what's not yours - f. castle & m. murdock

a/n: ALRIGHT ITS FINALLY DONE uhhh sorry this has no smut i was just goofing and wanted to write something cute with our two favorites and you guys seemed to really want this one so! i have no regrets actually! im gonna go take a nap now warnings: polyamorous relationships, frank has nightmares, reader is autistic, reader has an oral fixation/biting problem, nosebleeds/blood, crying, cursing, lots of cute nicknames, talks of death, some sexual comments, lots of kissing and fluff word count: 3.2k comments and feedback are always appreciated <3 summary: a week in the life of a relationship with frank castle and matt murdock, your two favorite vigilantes. pairing: frank castle x autistic!gn!reader x matt murdock now playing: taking what's not yours - tv girl "you know where to find me/and i know where to look"

Soft country music from before country music as a genre went modern and became what it is today plays from the radio Frank insists on keeping on while he cooks dinner. His flannel is tight around his chest and the sleeves are rolled up as he brings a spoon to his mouth, tasting the sauce he’s been preparing for the past few hours. He adds more pepper.

The door opens from across the apartment, and all he hears is, “Frank! Tell Matt to stop being mean to me!” You and Matt make your way through the apartment after taking off your shoes and coats, Matt loosening his tie as he follows you into the kitchen. Frank turns when you step into the kitchen, immediately moving over to him and finding your place in the crook of his arm.

“Red bein’ mean to you, honey?” Frank asks as he kisses the top of your head, grinning at Matt as he huffs, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter if it’s handsome if he’s so mean, does it?” You ask.

“No, it doesn’t,” He grins, and you stick your tongue out to Matt playfully, and he mimics you before going over to Frank and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Hi.” The lawyer hums, happy to be back home with his two favorite people.

“Hi.” Frank grins, unsure of how serious you are about Matt being mean to him. “What’s going on, why are you being mean?” Matt raises an eyebrow at you, unhappy with your running to Frank.

“Can’t just run to daddy to fix your problems, pup.” He accuses, and you scoff. His words are playful, but your face is red at the call out.

“You know what, Murdock—”

“Hey! Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Frank cuts in, and Matt tilts his head in your direction, and you quietly plead for Matt not to tell on you, and--

“They bit me.” Frank sighs at his words.

“I was being affectionate!” You immediately go into defense mode, ducking out of Frank’s arm, trying to casually walk off from the pair towards the fridge, only for Matt to grab your arm, pulling you between the two men, your back against Frank’s chest, face to face with Matt.

“You cannot bite people, pup.” Matt says, and you frown.

“I like biting people—”

“That’s a problem!” Frank’s words attempt to be serious, but they’re coated by a soft laugh as his hands, rough from a long day of working blue collar, rub up and down your arms.

“See? You’re getting Frank to agree with me, do you know how hard that is to do?” Matt hums, and you tilt your head.

“What? You love Frank, it’s actually kind of gross—”

“It is gross isn’t it?” Matt asks teasingly, leaning up to kiss Frank again. You roll your eyes at the fact that you’re being reprimanded by your boyfriends, sandwiched between them, forced to deal with the consequences of your actions. “But I’m being serious, okay?”

“Matty,” Your head leans back against Frank’s chest, “I don’t bite anyone who isn’t you or Frank..”

Alright, let’s level with each other—Frank and Matt are well aware of the fact that you’re neurodivergent. You get overstimulated with loud, crowded situations very easily, you struggle to understand jokes a lot, and you once told them that in middle school, you became so hyper fixated on waffles to the point where you ate them for breakfast and lunch most days, practically begging your mom to let you have it for dinner most nights (She let you have them once a month) and then, after fourteenth months, you stopped. You have not been able to eat a waffle since.

The point is the two men you’re sandwiched between are no strangers to your neurodivergence. They know it’s stimulating in the best way to chew or suck on something, your oral fixation coming back with a vengeance after you tried to repress it for so long. You chew on everything. You chew on the strands of your hoodies, you chew on your sleeves, you chew on ice, gum, you chew on your boyfriends, and you chew on your cheeks to the point where you draw blood, which always gets Matt to scold you, because he can smell the coppery blood from his place across the room, and immediately tells Frank.

Matt Murdock is a little tattletale.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Frank hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ll get you something to chew on—”

“What, like a chew toy? That’s embarrassing,” you groan, and Matt just laughs a bit, leaning in to oppress a kiss to the shoulder that Frank is not leaning on.

“Then stop biting, pup.”

You pause, contemplating the options you have. Fix your biting issue or have Matt and Frank fix it for you. Honestly, you don’t think you have the neurotypical willpower to fix this problem, so you go,

“Okay, fine. You guys have my permission to do what you want to fix it.” You huff. Frank presses a kiss to your cheek while Matt presses a kiss to the other. You feel the smirks against your skin, and you realize what’s happening before you can run, “Wait, no, I swear to god—” Matt picks up your legs with ease as Frank secures his arms around your torso, the pair beginning to carry you to the couch. You groan as they throw you onto the leather couch, landing with a huff. “You’re both awful.”

Matt leans down and bites your shoulder.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

“Jokes on you, Daredevil, I’m into that—” You feel Frank sink his teeth into your arm.

“Wrong answer.” Matt responds for him.

//

Later that night, after dinner, you’re laying against Matt, your legs resting in Frank’s lap. You’re listening to music, and the environment is very relaxed, none of you are particularly on edge. Matt’s fingers are resting in your mouth. You relax like this a lot, just sucking his fingers gently. You’re absentmindedly just sucking on his fingers when you bite down on them—It’s not an accident, and Matt would call you out on it if you lied.

So when you bite down, not entirely consciously, he huffs, “With the biting, baby, come on,” he softly condemns, and remembering your deal, Frank gets up with a sigh, patting your leg before he got up and headed to the kitchen. You’re confused for a second before Matt’s nose twitches with recognition, so he grabs your shoulder and pulls you close, his hand finding your cheeks and squeezing your mouth so that it’s in an ‘o’ shape.

Frank approaches you with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter, and your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and the rest of your features are squished by Matt’s hands. Frank scoops a big wad of peanut butter onto the spoon before sticking it in your mouth. You’re confused, as Matt’s hand leaves your face, as you begin munching on the peanut butter.

You take a while to eat the peanut butter, quietly enjoying the taste while enjoying how long you’re keeping yourself busy, since it’s taking a long time to work down the peanut butter due to how sticky it is in the roof of your mouth. When you’re done licking and enjoying the taste of the peanut butter, you look to Frank.

“What was that for?”

“Well, it kept you busy from biting, didn’t it?” He grinned. Your face is flushed as you hand him the spoon.

“Can I have some more?”

Frank chuckles and kisses you quick.

“Sure, honey.”

//

A few nights later, Frank sits on the couch of the apartment, the windows open wide as he listens to the howling wind outside. He’s waiting. Waiting for what, he doesn’t know. His skin is still hot, trying to relax after waking up from a nightmare. It’s always the same. Maria and his children, always dying in his arms. Always sitting at the kitchen table, always with you and Matt, always dead.

The chill that comes in from the window is enough to make him feel alive through as he quietly waits for Matt to get back. He’s in an old tee shirt and sweatpants, flicking his lighter on and off in the quiet as he tries to focus on something that isn’t the idea of the pair of you dead, dead like his wife, dead like his kids, dead dead dead—

“Frank? What are you doing up?” Matt’s soft voice echoes through the apartment, and his head tilts softly. He goes over to the couch, still in his full Daredevil suit. Frank stands up and goes over to him by the window, pulling off his cowl just to look at his face. His hand lands gently on Matt’s face, his thumb rubbing gently on the scars that surround Matt’s eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Matt catches the lie and does not call him out.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Frank’s jaw hardens, and even though Matt cannot see, he avoids his gaze. And in a moment of pure vulnerability, he wraps his arms around Matt, holding him close. Matt’s hand gently runs up and down his spine, trying to comfort him. After a few moments of quiet, he asks, “Do you want me to wake them up?” You were always better at making people feel better than Matt was—Especially Frank.

“Nah.. No point..” He says quietly. After a few more minutes of quiet, he feels another pair of arms wrap around him from behind, your chest against his back. You press soft kisses onto the back of his shoulders.

“Too late.” Matt hums. You’re wearing an old tee shirt of Frank’s, a pair of boxers you bought for yourself and a pair of Matt’s fuzzy socks. You stay there for a little while, sleepily hugging Frank, comforting him. Your eyes grow heavy, and slowly, you fall asleep against him, just for a moment. Then, Frank picks you up, and you wake up again, tired.

“What? What’s going on?” You ask him, and he just smiles down to you.

“We’re gonna go to bed while Red showers, and he’ll be right back.” He tells you, gently placing you on the bed. You yawn as Frank crawls into bed, and you find yourself on top of him, your legs tangled with his. You listen to Matt shower and fall asleep waiting for him to come join you. 

He comes back out with his hair wet, in just his sweatpants. He tucks himself into bed, his arms around Frank, as you sprawl out on top of them, desperately needing to be close to both. Frank is nowhere near tired. Matt knows that, and just gently kisses his hair and the back of his neck.

“You need sleep.”

“You ain’t the boss of me, red.” He grumbles, and you hush them harshly, causing them to both laugh a little bit. Matt slowly falls asleep, trying to stay awake to comfort Frank, but he’s spent his entire night beating the shit out of goons and criminals, so he’s absolutely spent. Frank tilts his head and presses another kiss to his lips. “Go to bed, I’ll be okay.” Matt wants to protest but he just buries his face in the crook of his neck.

Frank’s hands gently trail your torso a bit. His hands are rough and sort of cold, but they just explore your back as he attempts to find sleep. It’s a fruitless venture, but he doesn’t mind. He’s okay with just listening to the pair of you breathing. 

//

“Are you two wearing my flannels?” Frank has about seven flannels, and he has four in the wash and one that has a tear waiting to be fixed, so he’s looking for his spare two when he finds you painting Matt’s nails on the floor of the apartment. You’re painting Matt’s nails a nice shade of dark red, with little hearts in a lighter pink.

That had taken a lot of convincing, really, but once you had agreed not to bite him all day, he reluctantly agrees to let you paint his nails, desperately wanting to be good at something and be focused on one thing for more than twenty minutes.

Periodically, Matt’s foot will tap against your back, reminding you to adjust your posture as you work on your masterpiece. He just got done with a big court case, so he tells you he’ll maintain your artwork for at least a few days. But yeah, you two are most definitely wearing Frank’s last two flannels.

“They’re comfy,” You defend, focusing on your work. Matt’s foot taps against your tailbone to remind you to straighten your back.

Really, Frank doesn’t mind. But he enjoys fucking with the two of you, so he just smirks and sits behind the pair of you. ‘

“But they’re my clothes—”  

“Well, you should have thought about that before you left them out, Frank.” Matt smirks, knowing exactly what he’s up to.

“Besides, look how good Matt looks in your clothes!” You hum, leaning over to nudge him gently, a grin on your face. You finish up Matt’s nails, capping up the nail polish as Matt begins gently blowing in his nails to get them to dry faster. Then, you wipe your nose, thinking it’s running, and when you pull away, you see a swipe of blood on Frank’s warm flannel. Oh, fuck.

With his slightly wet nails, Matt’s movements are not nearly as quick as he would have liked as he smells the blood before the gushing really starts, ripping off a paper towel and quickly holding it under your nose, and you take it from him to hold it there as he stands up, going to get something softer like a tissue or toilet paper to pack your nose—

You hold the paper towel to your nose, and guilt already starts to eat at you, as hot tears fill your eyes and then you feel silly because you think Frank might think you’re overreacting, but you just find his hands on your shoulders as he says,

“Hey, hey, why are we crying?” And you feel even sillier.

“I ruined your flannel.”

Frank had been covered in blood more times than he could count, as has Matt—their bodies are riddled with scars, head to toe, bullet and stab wounds echoing over the rough skin of both men, mostly faded now, but Frank is no stranger to blood—It doesn’t even bother him anymore, and Matt can’t see anyways, so what does he care about the sight of blood?

But you, who cannot kill the bugs that find their ways into your apartment, who gasps and covers their mouth when you accidentally curse in church (Matt always laughs, the dick), who orders the same lunch every day and has been unable to drink anything that wasn’t ice water, are horrified at a swipe of blood on a stolen flannel.

“Oh, no, honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shakes his head, and gently tugs at the flannel that hangs on your arms, “Come on, let me get this off,” The Punisher’s voice is gentle, a type of gentle reserved just for you, one that the countless skeletons in his closet, all with a bullet in their skulls, do not know and could not possibly perceive. You allow him to slip the flannel off, as Matt comes back with a rolled-up tissue, before sitting in front of you, kneeling as if he’s at mass—

“Lean your head forward for me,” he asks, his hand on the side of your head, and you do, taking the paper towel away, just for Matt to gently push that bundled up piece of tissue into your nose, to get it to stop bleeding.

Your boys, they are experts at getting things to stop bleeding.

At least Matt’s nails look really nice.

Frank throws the flannel in the wash, along with the rest of your laundry, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, the perfect amount of squeezing happening on either side of you, the same affect a weighted blanket would have on you. Your hot tears roll still, quietly betraying you, as the pads of Frank’s rough fingers come up to wipe them away, and Matt’s thumb finds it’s place sitting between your lips.

You sit like this for a while—Frank pressed up against you, Matt in his flannel and you, gushing blood from your nose, packed tight with tissues, and Matt’s thumb as your favorite stim toy.

//

A few days later, you’re just decompressing from work—Your bones ache, and you’re waiting for Matt to get home, wanting to satisfy that oral fixation, as if it’s the worst craving you’ve ever had. Sensing your restlessness, Frank puts a small package in front of you. You raise your eyebrow, and look at him, skeptical.

“Is it a bomb?” He scoffs and chuckles a bit.

“Open the damn package.” His voice is laced with the smirk that sits on his face, not mad, not upset, not at all judging. Your fingers peel back the packaging, and when you’re done unwrapping, you’re left with a soft necklace, and a blue, rubber moon. You look to him curiously. “It’s uh,” he leans down so his forearms are keeping him up against the counter. “You chew on it. You’re not gonna stop bitin’ or sucking on stuff, so, you might as well bite something that isn’t human.” He tells you.

In truth, Frank had spent all damn day scrolling on your laptop, looking for the perfect fix to your problem, and grew frustrated when he realized that all the stim toys were marketed towards young boys who had the privilege of getting a diagnosis young (living with and loving two people with disabilities, as well as having horrible PTSD, has radicalized Frank Castle).

You grin when you hear his explanation, getting up and going to him, resting your hands on his shoulders before leaning up and kissing him softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Honey.”

From across the apartment, you hear the door open, and a voice calls out,

“Are you guys cheating on me? You know I can hear you across the apartment, right?” Matt’s voice calls out, and you laugh, as Frank just smiles.

“Yes, I can, Red,” He says back, before leaning in to kiss you again.

//

Your eyes are heavy with sleep as you spot Matt, laying across the couch, looking like a god damn renaissance painting. He’s so hot. You find yourself walking over to him, dropping your new necklace on the coffee table, as you climb on top of him,  finding yourself literally acting like a blanket, burying your face in his neck as his hand comes up to, like usual, let you gently suck on his fingers.

Frank rolls his eyes when he sees the pair of you cuddling, and just shakes his head when he sees the stim toy abandoned on the table. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of the pair of you, Matt just in his briefs, and you in your entire pajama ensemble.

The apartment is full of a gentle silence, as Frank watches the pair of you sleep, quietly thankful that he kept living.

[ohmynabiii]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬" ; 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

switch!reader, switch!jisung, dom!minho 18+

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

This story takes place in a consensual polyamorous relationship where all boundaries have been clearly discussed and respected. Every action, whether implied or explicit, adheres to that understanding.

The depiction of Minho and Jisung in a relationship here is purely fictional and does not reflect their real-life dynamics. Their bond inspired this fictional exploration, but no assumptions are made about their personal lives.

𝐜𝐰 : unprotected sex, consensual poly relationship, mild intoxication, mostly vanilla, slow-burn (ish?), oral sex (f x m receiving), fluffy aftercare MDNI

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 5.3k

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"You know you shouldn’t. It’s reckless, wrong even. But when Minho's gaze catches yours, his eyes smoldering with that wicked promise—God, those eyes—you’re already lost, too far gone to stop."

The night is unfolding like a dream, spilling into the quiet warmth of a cozy tteokbokki shop, the kind of place where time seems to slow down. The scent of spicy rice cakes fills the air, mingling with the soft hum of laughter and conversation. Hours slip by unnoticed, the nine of you caught up in the easy rhythm of good food, drinks, and playful banter.  

Your senses blur under the gentle haze of alcohol, warmth pooling in your chest, but something more dangerous simmers beneath the surface. It starts when Minho’s fingers brush your thigh, his touch deliberate, subtle enough to go unnoticed by the others but charged with intent. Sparks dance across your skin, igniting a heat that lingers, no matter how much you try to ignore it.

Jisung, sitting close to you, is equally affected. You feel the way his body leans into yours, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your arm as if he can’t bear the distance. His soft, comforting presence intoxicates you, a slow burn that contrasts the teasing flame Minho has set alight. He’s been stealing glances at you throughout the evening, noticing the way Jisung’s eyes darken each time the scent of your perfume floods his senses, stirring something primal within him. Minho has a way of driving you both crazy, letting you and Jisung feed off of each other’s need as he watches you both unfold.

And now, with Minho’s dark eyes locked onto yours across the restaurant table, you feel the weight of Jisung’s body shift beside you, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your arm. You know what’s coming before either of them makes a move. It’s inevitable. Dangerous. And utterly impossible to resist…

"Hello~" A waving hand in front of your face snaps you slightly out of your haze. You blink and see Chan grinning at you from across Jisung. "Earth to lovebirds," he teases, the playful lilt in his voice cutting through the trance. You shake your head, but your gaze still lingers on Minho for a moment longer, catching the faint chuckle he’s trying to suppress as it tugs at the corner of his lips. 

You offer Chan a dazed, “Hmm?” but the flush creeping up your cheeks betrays you as you realize the entire table has their eyes on you. Felix and Hyunjin tilt their heads, their curiosity evident, and you can’t help but shrink into yourself in embarrassment. How long had you been lost in Minho’s gaze? Five minutes? Ten? Your teeth worry your bottom lip, the heat in your face now burning as you catch sight of the gentle smirk playing on Minho’s lips.

"I just asked you a question, but something tells me you weren’t paying attention..." Chan continues, his tone light but knowing. He repeats himself, his smile widening as he teases, “The rest of us are heading to karaoke. Do you three want to come along or are you planning on heading back to the dorms?”

From beside Minho, Changbin giggles, finishing the last of his drink. “Something tells me her answer’s going to be the latter.” His eyes flick to Jisung, and you realize just how tightly Jisung’s grip has become around your arm, his body pressing closer into yours. He’s nuzzling into the curve of your neck, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin as he drunkenly inhales your scent, mumbling something soft and incoherent, lost in the comfort of your presence.

Minho leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost seductive tease. “What do you want to do, Y/Nie?” The way he draws out your name sends a shiver through you. There’s a faint rasp in his voice, a drip of lust that makes your heart race. Every syllable feels like a promise, and the dark gleam in his eyes only heightens the tension that’s been simmering between the three of you all night.

You swallow hard, your pulse quickening. Part of you wants to climb across the table, close the distance, and taste his lips—desperate for the connection as if you need it to breathe. And you know you’re not alone. You feel the way Jisung shivers beside you, second-handedly affected by Minho’s teasing just as much as you are, his body reacting involuntarily to the sultry pull of Minho’s voice. 

It takes every ounce of your self-control, but you manage to croak out, “Jisung and I are pretty tired… I think we’re gonna head back.” It’s not a complete lie—both of you feel the weight of exhaustion from the lively evening—but sleep isn’t what you have in mind. A thrill courses through you as you catch Minho’s knowing smirk, a promise of the night to come. “I’ll join you,” he states, his plump bunny lips curling mischievously. His gaze stays locked on yours, and your heart flutters with anticipation, each beat echoing with desire.

Chan, sensing the electric tension in the air, has his cheeks tinged with a slight rosy hue. He clears his throat awkwardly, a subtle reminder of the charged atmosphere. “Okay, then. Shall we go?” 

The next twenty minutes blur by in a haze of longing. The entire car ride is consumed by thoughts of Minho and Jisung, your mind racing with the whispered promises Minho has been teasing into your ear since the night began. Each passing moment builds the anticipation, igniting a fire in your core that only they can satisfy.

As soon as you enter the dorms, before Minho can even fully close the door, Jisung is on you. He slams his lips into yours in a desperate, messy kiss that takes you by surprise. The world outside fades as your back meets the wall, and you melt into him, his hands finding their way to your hips, anchoring you against him. You sigh into the kiss, lost in the warmth of his embrace. 

From behind you, you hear Minho calmly removing his shoes, a serene contrast to the intensity of the moment. But soon, Jisung is pulled away from you with a soft whimper of protest, his longing evident. Minho steps closer, his gaze piercing into yours, deeper than it’s been all night, pupils blown wide with lust and hunger. The air thickens with an unspoken need, and you can feel the heat radiating off him. 

He gently cradles your neck, his fingers brushing the quivering skin just below your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. As he leans in, his lips find yours, and he pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss that contrasts sharply with Jisung’s fiery urgency. Minho’s kiss is languid and deliberate, each movement laced with a tender intensity that feels rare and precious. You feel yourself melting into him, the world outside fading completely as he takes his time exploring the depths of your desire.

His hands slide down from your neck to the small of your waist, thumbs tracing soothing circles on your skin, easing the tension in your body. But just as your hips start to grind slowly against him, he shifts. In one swift motion, Minho pushes you firmly against the wall, halting your movements with a dominance that drags a choked gasp from your lips. The sudden change from tenderness to control sends a shockwave through your body, igniting something deeper in both of you. You can feel it—the rush of electricity coursing through Minho, matching the frantic beat of your own heart.

For a moment, the only thing grounding you is the heavy, tantalizing pressure of his bulge pressing against your thigh, sending your mind spinning. But before you can revel in it, Minho pulls away, the loss of his touch leaving you breathless. His hands fall from your body as he steps back, not sparing a glance as he immediately finds Jisung’s waist, pulling him in with an urgency you recognize. 

In an instant, his lips crash into Jisung’s, the same passion that had held you moments before now transferred to him, leaving you watching in a daze as they fall into each other, their need palpable and raw. 

Minho's hand snakes down Jisung’s chest, pausing just long enough to graze over his hardened nipples. The brief contact draws a sharp hiss from Jisung, his back arching slightly in response. But Minho’s touch doesn’t linger there—he continues downward, his fingers gliding over heated skin until they settle over the painful bulge in Jisung’s jeans. The moment Minho presses his palm firmly against the tented fabric, a ragged breath escapes Jisung’s lips, his body shuddering at the intense pressure.

Jisung’s been aching ever since he caught sight of Minho’s hand on your thigh earlier in the night, the scene sparking a relentless need that’s only grown stronger. Minho's firm grip presses harder, making his head snap back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as the sudden surge of pleasure washes through him, overwhelming and all-consuming. The air between them is thick with desire, and every shift of Minho's hand has Jisung spiraling further, his control slipping away with each passing second.

Minho doesn’t miss a beat, using the opportunity to trail sloppy, heated kisses down Jisung’s neck, his lips moving with purpose. Each kiss grows more intense, sucking and biting at the skin until he finds that one spot, the sensitive area that makes Jisung’s cries louder, more desperate. His hips buck involuntarily into Minho’s hand, seeking more friction, more of that intoxicating contact.

The scene playing out in front of you is practically pornographic—Jisung writhing under Minho’s skilled touch, his body arching with every grind of his hips, while Minho licks deliberate stripes along his jawline, savoring every reaction. Minho’s other hand tangles in Jisung’s dark, messy hair, gripping just enough to keep him grounded as their heated exchange escalates. The tension between them pulls you in, a heady mix of lust and intensity that leaves you breathless, unable to look away. 

You can’t help yourself. The heat between them pulls you in like a current, sweeping you under. Your hand slips beneath your dress, fingers ghosting over the skin of your thigh in the same way Minho’s had earlier in the night, igniting a familiar, smoldering fire. The memory of his touch lingers on your skin as you mimic the slow, deliberate motion, your breath catching in your throat. 

Your other hand finds its way to your breast, cupping it gently at first, before the need intensifies and you squeeze, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Your body reacts instinctively, your hips shifting, grinding ever so slightly against nothing as you become lost in the moment. Watching Minho’s hand on Jisung, the way their bodies move together in sync, only fuels the growing ache inside you. You can feel the wet heat between your legs building, your breath quickening as you lose yourself in the desire that’s been steadily simmering all night. 

Just as suddenly as Minho had pulled away from you, he tears himself from Jisung, his gaze snapping in your direction. His eyes are half-lidded, heavy with lust, and the second they land on you—hand slipping under your dress, the other massaging your breast, your bottom lip trembling with desire—something in him snaps. Without a word, he strides over, his grip firm as he grabs your hips and pulls you away from the wall with a force that makes your breath hitch.

“Bedroom, now,” he commands, his voice a low growl, dripping with need. The air crackles with tension as his fingers dig into your skin, the urgency of the moment sending shivers down your spine. You barely have time to steady yourself before you're being guided towards the bedroom, Jisung trailing behind with wobbly legs, still dazed and flushed, but eager to follow. You can feel your pulse quicken with every step, your anticipation reaching a fever pitch. You need Minho, and you need Jisung. 

Minho’s grip on your hips remains steady as he turns you to face him in the dim light of the bedroom, his eyes dark with desire. The air feels electric, each breath heavy with unspoken promises. Jisung stumbles slightly into the room, his hands finding their way to your waist from behind you, anchoring himself to you as if he needs that connection to ground him. He interlocks his fingers with Minho’s on your waist, a silent signal of unity, before leaning in to place gentle yet needy kisses along the back of your neck.

As Jisung’s warm lips press against your skin, you feel him brush your hair aside, tucking it gently over your shoulder. The soft caress of his fingers against your neck sends shivers down your spine, heightening your senses. He takes his time, savoring the moment, the way your hair falls away to expose your bare skin, making you feel both vulnerable and cherished. Minho watches the scene unfold, his gaze intense, as Jisung continues to pepper your neck with kisses, each one igniting a fire deep within you, drawing you further into the intoxicating atmosphere of the moment.

Minho leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing whisper, just a breath away. “Do you want to keep going?” he murmurs, his voice thick with anticipation. You nod, your heart racing, knowing that tonight will blur the lines of your desires in ways you’ve only dreamed of. The warmth of their bodies surrounds you, and as Minho’s mouth captures yours in a deep, hungry kiss, you lose yourself in the sensation yet again, your body aching in their arms.

The feeling of being surrounded by warmth from your two lovers is intoxicating, a heady mix of comfort and desire that sends your heart racing. Jisung's movements behind you are deliberate as he grinds his hips against your ass and places wet kisses on your neck, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel his need pressing against you, urging you to let go of any lingering hesitation. Meanwhile, Minho hovers above you, his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss, his tongue teasingly exploring your mouth. 

When Jisung whimpers behind you, it sends a jolt of desire racing through your veins, leaving you breathless. You pull away from Minho’s lips just long enough to whisper a choked, “I need you,” your voice trembling with urgency. The words hang in the air, thick with longing, before you sink back into the warmth of Minho’s kiss, your lips moving together with a fervor that feels both desperate and electric.

Minho responds with a low growl, his hands exploring your curves as he guides you and Jisung toward the bed. You can almost see the gears turning in his head, a mix of determination and desire igniting in his eyes. He pulls away from your addictive lips, his breath heavy, before turning to Jisung. “Lay back,” he instructs, his tone commanding yet filled with an undeniable warmth.

Jisung complies without hesitation, settling onto the bed with a soft thud, his gaze fixed on you with an expression that’s both hungry and affectionate. Minho then turns you around, his hands firm on your waist as he pushes you gently but decisively atop Jisung. The weight of your body sinks onto him, legs on either side of his waist, and you feel the heat radiating between you. The only way you can think to describe him at this moment is utterly sexy. His hair is tousled, wild from when Minho gripped it, strands clinging to his forehead with a sheen of sweat. Jisung’s eyes are half-lidded, dark pools filled with desire, his pupils blown wide with need. Each breath he takes is deep and ragged, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that mirrors the growing tension in the room. There's a raw vulnerability in his expression, paired with an undeniable hunger that sends a thrill racing through you. The combination of his disheveled appearance and the longing etched across his face makes it impossible to look away, igniting a fire within you that begs to be explored.

His fingers curl into your hips, anchoring you further down on his abdomen, a breathy “fuck” escaping his lips when your ass presses down against his rock-hard dick. The sound sends a thrill through you, igniting your own desire. As his needy hands tug at the hem of your dress, you take the hint and quickly peel it off, tossing the fabric carelessly across the room. Your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, a rush of anticipation flooding you until his entire torso is exposed, revealing the taut muscles beneath.

It isn’t long before Minho’s desperation for both of you overwhelms him. He positions himself behind you, grinding your hips down on Jisung harder, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through all three of you. Jisung moans loudly, his hands flying to cover his mouth as the sensation becomes too much. Minho grins at the sound, repeating the movement again and again, establishing a steady rhythm that drives you wild. He leans forward, fully pressing his body against your back, adding to the mounting pressure on Jisung’s throbbing hard-on. Minho’s warm breath tickles your skin as he sloppily kisses along your spine, only stopping to unclip your bra with his teeth before continuing down your back. 

Jisung helps you remove the rest of your bra, taking a moment to unabashedly stare at your bare tits, his eyes wide with appreciation before he leans in to massage the sensitive skin around your nipple. A whimper escapes your lips as your head thrashes back at the sensation, instinctively leaning into his touch as pleasure courses through you. Just as the pace of your movements begins to increase, Minho stills your hips with his hands, pulling away from your back to rip off his shirt. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he lowly whispers, “Kiss him, baby.”

It takes you less than two seconds to obey; you smash your lips into Jisung’s, pouring all your need into the kiss. Minho’s hands glide around from behind you, assisting Jisung in massaging your breasts, his touch igniting every nerve ending. Your fingers reach down between the two of you, deftly unbuttoning Jisung’s strained jeans before carefully tugging down the zipper.

Jisung’s breath hitches as you push his jeans down just enough to reveal the tantalizing outline of his hard length straining against his black underwear. The heat radiating off him is intoxicating, and you can’t resist the urge to run your fingers along the taut fabric, feeling the urgency beneath. Jisung’s hands tighten on your hips, urging you closer. He pulls away from your lips, only slightly, to watch you with wide, pleading eyes, filled with both lust and adoration.

Minho, still hovering close, takes the opportunity to lean down and capture your lips in another heated kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as the thrill of your actions heightens the tension in the room. You can feel Jisung shifting beneath you, his need pressing against you as you tease him, the pressure building with each gentle touch. 

With a soft gasp, you pull away from Minho’s lips, locking eyes with Jisung as you slowly slide his briefs down. His cock springs free, hard and glistening with pre-cum, slapping lightly against his stomach as the cool air hits his skin, drawing a sharp hiss from him. The sight sends a surge of heat through you, your pulse quickening at the raw need in his expression. Minho chuckles low in your ear, the sound dripping with satisfaction at Jisung’s reaction, still pressed against your back, his own erection straining against his tight jeans.

Your hand finds its way to Jisung’s leaking tip as Minho slides your soaked lingerie down your thighs. The moment your fingers make contact with Jisung’s sensitive skin, both of you gasp in unison—your bodies mirroring the shared rush of sensation. His cock stands firm against his stomach, the perfect shade of flushed pink, glistening with pre-cum that drips steadily from the slit. He’s not the biggest, but he’s beautifully shaped—thick enough to stretch you perfectly, with a slight upward curve that promises to hit all the right spots. Veins run along the length, pulsing under your touch, adding to the appeal as you twirl your thumb over his tip, spreading the slickness down his shaft.

Jisung’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his breath catching in his throat as your hand continues its teasing motions. Each gentle stroke causes his hips to twitch involuntarily, the need in his eyes growing with every passing second. Behind you, Minho’s hands caress your hips, and you feel him slowly sink down, placing a couple scattered kisses just above the curve of your ass. 

And then you gasp, followed by a sharp moan, your grip instinctively tightening around Jisung's cock, making him whimper as your fingers curl around his length. The sensation shoots through him, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, but your attention quickly snaps to the heat blooming in your core as Minho presses his tongue flat against your throbbing clit. The sudden, electrifying contact sends a jolt through your body, causing your hips to buck back into Minho’s eager mouth, your back arching in response.

He works you expertly, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles, flicking and sucking in just the right rhythm to make your knees weak. Jisung groans at the increased pressure from your hand on his cock, his hips jerking upward as your body reacts to Minho's relentless teasing. The sounds of wetness and muffled groans fill the air, a symphony of desire building between the three of you as Minho continues his assault, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The intensity of both sensations—Jisung pulsing in your grip and Minho’s skillful tongue driving you mad—has you teetering on the brink of release, your breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. But then, just as the tension coils tight inside you, Minho pulls away, his lips returning to yours. The sudden loss of his touch makes you whine in frustration, but the second you taste yourself on his tongue, it sends a shockwave through your body. The kiss is hot, filthy in the best way, making your entire body twitch with arousal. 

You’re lost in the sensation until Jisung gasps beneath you, breaking the kiss. His voice is a desperate whimper, filled with need. “Please,” he breathes out, his words dripping with lust, “Please… fuck~ sit on my cock. Need to… feel you.” You pull back slightly, your eyes meeting Jisung’s pleading gaze before you glance up at Minho, silently asking for permission. His lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he watches you, dark eyes burning with approval. With a subtle nod, Minho gives you what you need, his hands still resting on your hips as you turn your attention back to Jisung. 

Heart pounding, you position yourself over him, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as you hover just above. The anticipation is overwhelming, the feeling of Minho’s eyes on you, Jisung’s needy breath against your skin, and the ache between your legs making you burn with desire. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, the stretch of his length filling you inch by inch, and both of you moan in unison at the sheer bliss of the connection.

“Fuck, you’re both so hot like this,” Minho nearly moans beside you, his voice thick with arousal. “Fucking in front of me like that.”

His words alone send a pulse of heat through your body, making you grind down harder onto Jisung, who lets out a strangled moan beneath you. The friction between your bodies, paired with Minho’s husky voice, reignites the pooling heat in your abdomen. The pressure inside you builds quickly as you roll your hips, each movement drawing you deeper onto Jisung’s cock, the slick, desperate grind fueling the heat pooling in your core.

It’s as if the tension in Minho’s jeans becomes unbearable all at once, watching you two grind into each other as if your life depended on it. In a matter of seconds, he strips down in one swift motion, tearing off his pants and boxers in a single move until he’s fully naked in front of you. The sight of him—completely exposed, his thick cock standing proudly—makes your breath hitch. It’s bigger than Jisung’s, longer and slightly girthier, with a perfectly smooth shaft and a slightly brownish tip that’s flushed with arousal. The sight is mesmerizing, and your body reacts instantly, your hips moving faster as you grind harder onto Jisung, desperate for more.

Minho pumps his length twice, slow and deliberate, as if just trying to relieve some of the pressure. His hand glides over it, veins bulging slightly as he strokes himself, the tip dripping. Then, with a wicked grin, he crawls over Jisung’s head, positioning himself so close that Jisung has no choice but to tilt his chin up. The whole scene—Minho’s throbbing cock just inches from Jisung’s mouth, your hips moving desperately against Jisung—sends a ripple of electricity through you, making you ride Jisung even harder. The overwhelming sensation of both of your lovers intertwined like this has you trembling with need, your body pushing closer and closer to the edge. 

“Suck,” Minho commands, his voice filled with authority but cracking slightly with how long he’s been left untouched. Jisung doesn't hesitate for a second. His hands fly to Minho’s shaft, wrapping around the thick base, the contrast between his pale fingers and the darker, flushed tip making the sight all the more intoxicating. With a shaky breath, Jisung licks a stripe from the base to the head, his tongue swirling around the tip before he finally takes Minho into his mouth.

The sight is enough to make your knees weak, and the second Jisung’s lips close around Minho, you can’t help but clench around the man under you. The dual sensations of Jisung’s hardness inside you and the intense visual of him submitting to Minho has you teetering on the edge of control. You feel every twitch of Jisung’s body beneath you as he moans around Minho’s length, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through both of you. 

Minho’s head tilts back in pleasure, his hand coming to rest on the back of Jisung’s head, gently guiding him, setting a slow rhythm as Jisung bobs his head up and down. The sight of your two lovers, tangled in this beautiful, erotic scene, pushes you to ride Jisung even faster, your breath coming out in shallow gasps as the pressure inside you threatens to break.

The heat in the room intensifies, the sounds of ragged breaths and moans filling the space as you lose yourself in the rhythm. Your body moves instinctively, his cock twitching inside you as you feel him getting closer. The friction, the pressure, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins—it’s all too much. You tilt your head back, your mouth falling open in a silent cry as your orgasm crashes over you, your body trembling and tightening around Jisung. 

Jisung feels you clench, and it pushes him over the edge. His hands grip your hips tighter, holding you in place as he thrusts up into you one last time. A deep, throaty moan escapes his lips as he spills into you, his body shaking beneath you. The sensation of his release only adds to the intensity of your own, sending aftershocks rippling through your limbs.

Above him, Minho lets out a guttural groan as Jisung's mouth works harder, taking him deeper. His grip tightens in Jisung’s hair, his hips stuttering forward as his own orgasm builds. With one final thrust, Minho tips over the edge, spilling into Jisung’s mouth with a low growl. Jisung’s lips remain locked around him, taking everything Minho gives, the sight of it so obscene and beautiful that it makes your legs quiver.

Minho lingers for a moment, watching the younger swallow every last drop, making sure he takes it all in before finally letting go. With a satisfied hum, he collapses onto the bed beside Jisung, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. The room is thick with the scent of sex and the quiet aftermath of shared release.

You slump against Jisung’s chest, his spent cock still twitching inside you. The oversensitivity sends a soft whine from your lips, your body trembling as the high slowly ebbs away. Jisung, ever tender in these moments, wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace as he presses soft, reassuring kisses to your forehead. “Shh, baby,” he whispers, his voice laced with exhaustion but full of affection. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Minho rolls onto his side, his hand immediately finding its way to your back, drawing soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You did so good,” he murmurs softly, his voice low and full of warmth. He brushes your hair back from your face, his fingers gentle as they trail through your strands, a silent gesture of care.

Jisung slowly pulls out of you, both of you wincing slightly at the oversensitivity. Minho watches with a soft smile, leaning in to press a final kiss to your shoulder before slowly pulling himself up from the bed, his body moving with languid grace despite the exhaustion settling in. The sound of running water from the bathroom fills the room as Minho wets a washcloth, and a few moments later, he returns with it in hand.

He kneels beside you first, gently spreading your legs to wipe away the sticky remnants of the evening. His touch is soft, almost reverent, as he carefully cleans your sensitive skin, making sure not to cause any discomfort. You sigh in relief, your body relaxing further as he takes his time, wiping away the sweat and slick. “There we go,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh before moving on to Jisung.

Jisung lets out a low hum as Minho repeats the process, cleaning him up with the same gentle care. The younger boy shifts slightly under the touch, his chest rising and falling steadily as he basks in the afterglow. Minho’s gaze is soft and filled with affection as he finishes and tosses the cloth aside, adding to the scattered mess of torn away clothes on the floor.

Once everyone is cleaned up, Minho climbs back into bed, pulling you both into his arms, making sure you're comfortable before pulling a blanket over the three of you. 

The room falls into a peaceful quiet, the three of you lying in a warm, comforting tangle of limbs. Jisung’s hand remains on your cheek, stroking your skin in slow, soothing motions. Minho’s breath evens out as he nestles close behind you, his presence grounding. You all lie there in the gentle haze, wrapped in each other's warmth, no words needed—just the quiet intimacy of the moment and the comfort of knowing you are safe, loved, and cherished.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : whew!! I had so much fun writing this, I hope you enjoyed it, as well!! don't hesitate to let me know what you think, I want to hear all your feedback. :)

HEAVY inspo credit to @skzms , she inspired me so much when formulating the idea for this. she writes so beautifully, please check out her work if you haven't already.

thank you for reading!! more to come soon...

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

JESSE CROMEANS | CHROMESKULL & ASA EMORY | THE COLLECTOR (Laid to Rest & Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2 | The Collector & The Collection)

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“Romantic Call” (Jesse Cromeans x Fem!Reader x Asa Emory)

| The two of you aren’t supposed to be calling him, he’s busy, but Asa can’t be surprised about you and Jesse pushing his buttons— and Jesse knows for a fact he isn’t too mad either.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, established relationships, smut, porn with some plot, doggy-style, impact play, knife play, phone/facetime sex, voyeurism, competitiveness, polyamorous relationship -married!reader & slight chubby!reader

| Yea, the title is from the Patra song, tho the fic wasn’t inspired by it. (Pic source: Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2 & The Collection)

| 2k+ words

Think about it:

Asa’s at a conference. He's interested in some of the new things his peers have done (and utterly disappointed in much more of it) but he’s really growing tired of the bumping.

He’s becoming more and more frustrated at the hordes of people running around without the good sense to watch where the hell they’re going. He developed a headache about two hours into the event and he’s feeling a little too…anxious for the setting.

Asa can keep up a good facade, prides himself on it, but this year’s attendees seem specifically suited to vex him.

He’s sitting now, legs and arms crossed, dour downturn to his lips, and eyes focused squarely on a nasty patch of scars on one of the speaker's hands. The man waves them around religiously so it’s not like they’re hard to track — they’re more interesting than his dragging spiel at least. His words are starting to grate on the last of Asa’s nerves.

At that very moment he’s actually picturing what the little patch of scar tissue would look like sewn into the skin of his forehead. Front and center. It was a nice looking set of destroyed and later rebuilt tissue.

When he feels a buzz in his pocket the man heaves a sigh, brows furrowing.

His phone is set to ‘do not disturb’, because he was a damned professional he could at least pretend to be paying attention, and he knows for a fact the only two people whose messages he set to go through are you and Jesse’s.

He had done it for emergencies only but he has a well based suspicion that the two of you aren’t remotely in any sort of peril.

He won’t admit how welcome the break from all these forgettable people and their pesky droning voices is, but he isn’t too mad about it. He excuses himself silently from the speaker area, not answering until he walks out into the main hall.

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“Didn’t I tell you urgent matters only?”

Jesse grins nonplussed at the harsh note of Asa’s question.

“I remember,” he lets the sharp flippant way he signs convey exactly what he thought about that stipulation to Asa before continuing, “but, Y/n, wants to show you something.”

He’s handing off the phone a second later and then you come into view. You hold the device and give him a demure smile, the upturn of your lips as soft as your voice.

“Em,” you greet — and yeah, Jesse knows Asa can’t be too mad at that. The way the creases in his forehead smooth out right after your greeting is proof enough.

“Beetle,” he greets back, sighing. His tone is curt, but one corner of his mouth does tick up in an almost smile. “What's so important you just had to show me?”

Your smile widens a bit more, eyes lighting up, and Jesse rests his hand on the small of your back when you bend over to prop the phone up against the headboard. The way he can feel the shiver going up your spine somehow manages to make him fill out even more, cock throbbing where it’s straining inside the smooth confines of his boxers.

“Just something new,” you propose, resting your head on your folded arms.

You’re both just as scarcely dressed as the other, cool air of the room sliding over your skin and hardening your nipples. Jesse’s blood still warms at the sight you make though. Back arched, ass up at a perfect height for your plush orbs to be aligned with his lowered hips.

At your angle the hand he slides to your ass is also in view of the camera, clear for Asa to see. He squeezes just to provoke the disapproving scowl that flashes across your third’s face.

You yourself laugh at it, airy and melodic, and push into his grip. The fabric of your panties is soft on his palm and he rubs idly over them while his other hand dips a little lower.

“How’s your trip?”

He rubs over the outline of your sex as you speak. The more prominent feel of cloth over your sensitive lips makes you keen and move away, but his hand snaps from your ass to your hip to hold you firm with a strong grip.

“…Interesting,” the entomologist answers after a beat.

Asa sounds irritated all over again and Jesse rolls his eyes. The man goes to a bug convention - his whole damn shtick - and you’d think he’d be living it up, but no. Jesse swears he’s never met someone so committed to being miserable.

He rubs harshly over your clit and you jerk forward.

“So— so not good?”

“Yes,” Asa nods slowly, looking away and tracking something off screen, eyes flaring briefly. “I need something to dissect. Soon, preferably.”

There’s no doubt Asa hasn’t guessed what he’s up to by now but the other man humors you regardless. Sap.

Jesse shifts and a metallic swish reverberates throughout the air. Asa’s eyes snap back to the camera and focus directly on the blade now in his hand. At the same time you twist around to gape at him.

“Eyes,” he signs harshly and you roll yours - he’ll get you for that later - but turn back to watch Asa regardless.

He chuckles, “Is he not being commanding enough, Beetle?”

You make a low upset sound at the words, not confirming or denying them.

“Don’t do that right now…” you murmur. Soft, so very like you.

Your tone is admonishing but both of them ignore you.

Jesse points the glinting blade at the screen where Asa can see it, issuing something like a warning, while using his other hand to pull the sides of your underwear from your body. All Asa does in response is scoff before otherwise backing off. At least for now.

Not wasting anymore time the killer at your back cuts your panties up the sides with jerky irritated movements, throws them to the floor, then places the flat of the blade right against your cunt where the damp curls on your mound act as a thin but plush barrier between your flushed skin and his cool metal. When you freeze the smirk that stretches across his face is mean.

“Jesse—?” You break off with a yelp, him having used the broad expanse of his palm and swung straight for your ass. “Sorry, Boss, I— what are you doing?”

He refuses to answer for a few moments, just watching as you scramble to accommodate the knife with small careful movements.

When Jesse bothers to sign next it’s not even to you.

“You know she argued with me over your surprise?”

One of Asa’s brows raise and his eyes glint with something akin to humor.

“Oh? That doesn’t sound like my Beetle. She didn’t talk back to me the last time I had her all to myself.”

Almost immediately Jesse seems to mock Asa, but by the time you catch him he's only rolling his eyes and is already diverting his attention back to you. The only indication he’d done anything more at all is the irritated scoff Asa gives.

Jesse and you lock eyes through the viewfinder on the screen and he moves the knife from your delicate bits, patting encouragingly at your thigh after putting the custom blade back into its hiding place. Silently you heed his command, pushing yourself to your knees while Jesse himself straightens to his full height in accordance with you, hiding both of your heads from Asa’s view.

After that all the two of you have to do is wait.

Jesse listens aptly for the faint intake of breath from Asa, smiling alongside you when you both hear it. Though you're the only one near vibrating with your poorly contained laughter, so excited your eyes are glittering.

On full display on the meat of your upper thigh, front and center, is a well defined skull with iridescent green beetle wings sprouting from behind it. The green and shimmer pops out beautifully on your dark skin because Jesse’d paid for an artist that wasn’t full of shit; the best money could buy in the area.

Jesse hums, grins sharp, and grazes his thumb lightly over the day-old tattoo before moving so that he can squeeze the back of your thigh with that same hand. Even grimacing your breath still hitches and you groan.

Asa’s gaze is locked fully onto your leg. He swallows thickly, his mouth opening slightly but no words coming out for more seconds than is his usual. Jesse’s grin gets worse.

The other clears his throat, something a little feral in his gaze. “It’s…lovely,” he praises, and has to clear his throat again and fight to school the arousal from his features in real time.

It was times like these Jesse almost wished he could cackle out loud.

“Mhm,” you mumble happily. Jesse bends down to kiss at your throat and you drop your head against his shoulder to give him better access. “I’m glad— ah,” you gasp as Jesse nips at your pulse, “I’m really glad you like it.”

You press yourself back into him with a shudder, thick coils brushing over his shoulder, and rake your stilettoed nails up his back hard enough to make his breath catch.

When you grind down he chuckles before turning your head so you can watch him sign.

“Needy are we?”

You huff, lashes fluttering against the tops of your umber cheeks.

“You’re taking forever, can you blame me? Will you please fuck me already? Please, Boss?” You blink up at him, pouting. “I need it.”

His cock jumps where it’s pressed on the delicate inside of your thigh and when you moan again he can’t find it in himself to deny either of you anymore. Not with his mark on you and those pleas falling past your plush lips.

You’re as receptive as ever when he falls into you, desperate and wanting, and making very good on your promise to let him “claim” you some more once you both got back from the tattoo shop.

Large hands tight on your plush hips he fucks into you just as desperately. Deep strokes that jolt you forward and have the head of his cock hitting gold every few thrusts.

Jesse grunts deep, leaning over you and bringing his scarred face closer to yours so he can look you in the eyes when you start incoherently babbling his praises. He doesn’t even have to prompt you to open them either, your lashes are damp as you meet his dark gaze the second he flattens his front to your back, and you mewl.

The two of you clash with a kiss, sloppy and barely coordinated, all lips and tongue and teeth, but he has no doubt the vision you make is affecting your audience of one. Passingly hopes that Asa’s currently sporting a hard on in front of all those academics and silently mortified by the sheer unprofessionalism.

Jesse shudders, gasps and moans silent, before pulling away and forcing your head down and your ass up. He can’t help but slap the fat of your ass and revel in the yelp you give him in response.

He’s at an even better angle now though and pistons into you hard enough to ache in the way you like complaining about even though it gives you just the excuse you want to be pampered. When your cute happy whimpers and choked moans strengthen he knows he’s well on his way to winning your orgasm and that small look on your face post coitis when you're exhausted and clingy.

It doesn’t take long after that for you to start zoning out and it takes him less than a blink to redirect his next slap to the side of your face. The startled noise you gift him quickly transforms into a deep recked moan and Jesse pounds into you even harder.

You focus back on Asa with the prettiest set of bright brown eyes, dark orbs sparkling with your tears unshed and shed alike.

“Fuck, Em,” you gasp.

“Does it feel good, Beetle? Do you like how he feels in you?”

Jesse watches your eyes roll as he rams the head of his cock into where he knows your g-spot is.

“Y-yea, yeah I do. Fucking,”— you sob—“love when he fucks my greedy cunt.”

“Mm,” Asa nods, face impassive and tone flat, but his attention glued to you. “I bet you do.”

When your eyes roll back again, your pussy clenching tight around Jesse, he can’t help but laugh through a moan of his own. The look his sometimes rival is throwing him is absolutely priceless. It promises something like a struggle when the other gets back.

You loved to watch them go at it, and per your request whoever won their little spats got to take you home during your week off. He’d lost last time but he hadn’t stopped thinking about how to get back at Asa for it.

He’d rather Princess come back from the dead and actually finish him off or Preston take over his business than admit to Asa that the loss grated. You were his wife, occasional threesomes be damned. While he held firm that week on his side of the bet, even reassuring you that it was honestly fine to go indulge yourself in Asa and The Collectors' whims, he still wanted to wipe the smug look off his buddy’s face.

Jesse would win. Even if he had to make you squirt all over your goddamn phone to do it.

He watches the arousal flit across Asa’s face every time you’re too distracted to notice, and how he grinds his teeth to tamp it down before you or anyone at the convention can see.

It’s fucking golden. And it doesn’t take the killer long after that to aim for making sure that he can ruin Asa’s life for the next two days he’s away. Rub it in his face that he won’t be able to get his hands on your dewy heated skin or get the brunt of the reverent look you give Jesse through the camera when he brings the knife back out.

Jesse would have you screaming pretty for him in no time, and the other man suffering all the more for it.

There was a reason why you didn’t (especially considering how much it riled Jesse up) call Asa anything but his fucking name in Jesse’s bed — not Professor or Prof, not his moniker, nothing — and he was going to remind the other man all about that regardless of the murderous glare he kept giving him.

Jesse pulls nearly all the way out, waits for you to whine at him and makes sure Asa can see how you continue to try pressing back on his cock despite him holding you back, then grinds his length back into your soaked cunt in one long thrust. Soaks in the drawn out way you call him Boss — not Jesse — and how you rush to thank him for fucking back into you, and bares his teeth at the burning look Asa gives him.

You start to shudder when he holds the knife to your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and his fingers burrow into your plush cloud of hair to keep your head still as he can. You let him without complaint. Asa’s eyes flash and, barely audible though it may be, Jesse can feel the snarl rumbling up his chest as the squelching sounds of your cunt grow louder and you start fucking back onto him hard enough to bruise.

Yeah he was fucking winning.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

My smut writing abilities are so-so, but I tried. This is also my first time writing both a threesome of any sort, and Jesse and Asa’s dynamic, so hopefully everything registers well.

I had some slight complications so this is a repost, but I doubt anyone even saw the original bar one person so….

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[ofaatuu]

Similar, Tonowari x Poly!reader x Ronal

(not my gif!)

part 1 here, part 2 here !

warnings: none 👍🏽 maybe a little angst

Bold / blue words are spoken in Navi!

summary: you meet the Tsahik and Olo'ekytan of the metkayina clan and have similar features. They found you interesting and watch you from afar.

(Reminder this is Polynesian and polyamorous!)

taglist for similar! @zoexme @ellabellabus07 @yeosxxx @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @manumanulau @belos-simp69 @ratchetprime211 @tojisleftarm @sakuuo

You land in the reef clan and jump into the sand, but today you are in your Avatar. You still have all your tattoos and such. But it feels so weird. You haven’t entered your avatar in awhile. You walk to jake’s marui, bouncing a little on the walkway

You enter and greet them “Hi Jake! Hi Neytiri! Hi kids!” You greet them and sit down “Hey y/n, I can’t believe you’re in your avatar! It’s been years.” Jake says surprised. You nod, you just didn’t want to feel small compared to them anymore. “Yup..You know I can’t stay in it for too long, so don’t get used to it!” You say trying to remind him this isn’t permanent . “I still think you should at least try. You’ll be like me and get a Navi partner! But hey atleast you fit in with them! You still have your tattoos.” He pokes at your arm and leg as you scoff “No Jake, I can’t atleast try, they need to fix software or something.” You hear someone enter the Marui and feel eyes burning into your head, you then hear a familiar hiss “Who is this?” You hear Ronal hiss at Jake as he explains who i am.

You turn around to face them and see their face soften for a bit then tightens. “Ronal it’s me. Y/n” she gasps “Sky demon?” She reaches up to touch your Navi features. “But you are Navi?” She looks at you with widen eyes then turns around to tonowari who is already looking at her. They speak through their eyes and say goodbye. You turn around and look at Jake and Neytiri. “Can I just crash here tonight?” You don’t want to go back to lab because they would be pestering you with questions. “Yes. but you reek. You must go to the pond and rinse off. I will get a tweng from the Tsahik.” Neytiri says laughs as you roll your eyes and follow her out.

You reach the pond and strip from your t-shirt and shorts and dive in. You sit there waiting for Neytiri to bring your so called tweng for you to change into.

after your shower you hear some rustling in the bushes and out comes Ronal and Tonowari. “Oh..” you cover yourself and your cheeks flush in dark blue. You then reach out for the tweng and stand up “thank you.. I am going to change now.” They nod but do not move. Well thats new. You end up just moving backwards a bit and changing, you never leaving their site. “Thank you for the clothing.” You sign the I see you and start walking away but tonowari grabs your hand and whispers close to your face, “Come to our marui with your belongings. You are sleeping in our marui.” He looks at you tense. A shiver runs down your spine and you hesitate to answer but you just nod. Rushing you enter Jakes marui and tell him everything. “Holy shit! Do you think they like you? I mean they always had their eye on you but I thought it was because you’re human!” He rambled off as you hurry to grab your shit. “I don’t even know jake, but I trust them.” You say goodbye and walk towards the marui. Tonowari comes out from behind you and slips an arm around your waist. “come.” He says. “I will bring you to our home.” You walk with him tense as fuck because his damn buff ass arm is around your waist. You walk in and see Ronal and smile nervously. She smiles and pats the sleeping mat. “Come. We welcome you.” They seat you down and also give you very pretty Navi jewelry. Isn’t this a way of courting? I’ll ask Jake or norm. Right now I just need to focus on what’s happening in front of me..

god I fell. Hard.

[gothicxreylover]

Can I request Atsushi x Gn! Reader x Akutagawa?

Kinks: Hair pulling (Atsushi), Praise (Both Akutagawa and Atsushi), Semi public (if you want), Choking (you pick), and Sex toys (you can pick again).

I do apologise if I violate a rule of yours since I didn't see if polyamorous sex was allowed so I decided to request it to give it a try.

Day 6

Kinktober

Akutagawa x Atsushi x reader

Kinda gave up on decorating lol

Tw! Semi-public sex, sex toys, bondage, hair pulling, praise, degradation (mostly Akutagawa), size kink, feral behavior, babies mentioned, humiliation(?)

NOT PROOF-READ (made it up in on sitting)

This is a headcanon couldn’t have an idea of a one shot

Dating two people who clearly hate each other is something that’s always out of hand. Either when they’re sleeping together, talking to each other, chores with each other, errands with each other. They never seem to get off of each others backs and you feel like they secretly like it when they both do it to each other.

When it comes to sex it’s usually about scene. Moans are always in the air and even if they weren’t it was always whimpers and cries. Atsushi always had an instinct to bite you to let out his animalistic behavior. While Akutagawa and the intention of keep you still with his rashomon.

Sex toys are usually used most of the time just to try to on each other letting out curiosity. Usually tested on Atsushi during his feral times during sex. You loved seeing him cry out wanting more and more even if it’s on max settings. But Akutagawa would degrade him for his pathetic state, calling him a weak fool.

Public sex is not an often occurrence only in desperate circumstances. Sometimes Akutagawa can’t help the small bubbling feeling when he sees you fight or take control in a situation. He would drag you to someplace secluded just to fuck your brains out. Holding you with his Rashamon as you helplessly let him pound your little hole.

Atsushi tends to have feral behavior when it comes to his tiger form (like the banner above) he likes making himself bigger than you, it makes him feel stronger and more confident in himself. He can’t help it if he relentlessly pounded into you wanting you to get bred with his babies.

Make him feel small too, even if he wouldn't admit it he loves feeling hopeless in some scenarios. Push his legs back next to his head and make him squirm and cry out loud. Play with his pecs and tell Akutagawa to wrap him up in his Rashomon.

At the end of the sexual session, it would end off with a nice warm bath as you guys bathed and helped each other. And light bickering would be heard through it ambit soon calm down after being held in each others arms in the warm soft bed

[the-original-skipps]

|| Relationship Headcanons #2 || Poly!Sakura x Reader x Poly!Suo || Wind Breaker ||

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PLAY!

due to popular demand folks we are back again for part 2 I can literally go on and on about them HELP

PART 1

: fluff. polyamorous relationship. established relationship

❥ Let’s start this off with how they all got together in the first place. I reckon it’s something like where you and Suo were already together. Ever since Sakura joined the group he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You’re so kind and beautiful. Just brushing past you has his heart racing. However, when he found out you were with Suo he was definitely down in the dumps but that didn’t stop him from continuing to like you-no matter how much he tries to snuff it out.

❥ Suo from the first moment could tell that Sakura likes you. It’s natural, how could anyone not like someone like you? He didn’t say anything about it wanting to observe how it’ll turn out. Until he notices your eyes now linger a little longer on Sakura. He understands your feelings because he feels it too. So Suo decides to pull all three of you for a discussion, long story short you’re all happily together now.

❥ Since you’re all together, you all call each other by your first names. Sakura had a difficult time as he already has a hard time just calling you and Suo by your last names. Suo likes to tease as Sakura gets beet red trying to say your first name. Sakura is really not used to anyone calling him by his first name so every time you and Suo say his name, he freezes in shock.

❥ Sakura is inexperienced in a lot of things it’s up to you and Suo to show him the wonders of the world. Dates happen quite often, bringing Sakura to places he’s never been to before such as the aquarium or the amusement park.

❥ It’s so adorable how Sakura’s eyes light up as he sees all the fishes, you can’t help but coo at him. Pulling him along to look at the different tanks, all the meanwhile Sakura is flushed red. Suo trails behind you both with a gentle smile on his face, secretly snapping pictures of you two. Who knows maybe he’ll capture an ugly picture of Sakura to use as blackmail.

Suo: Oh look, Haruka-kun! That penguin looks like you!

Sakura: YOU WANNA TAKE THIS OUTSIDー!

❥ Speaking of amusement park dates, Sakura feels his soul his leaving his body every time he rides another scary looking attraction. He swears he’s fine but you and Suo both know otherwise. Suo on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber with a smile on his face as you and Sakura grip onto him screaming your lungs out.

❥ You begged Sakura and Suo to wear the ear head bands with you. Sakura put up quite the struggle saying it looks lame but eventually your puppy dog eyes won him over. Of course you all have matching ears-Suo happily paid for them because he’s a rich boy like that who likes to spoil. The picture you all took in front of the castle is your phone’s wallpaper.

❥ Suo likes to invite both you and Sakura over for lunch or dinner. Suo is alone most of the time so it’s nice to have some company over at his house. His cooking is magnificent, he has you and Sakura asking for seconds. The hard part is forcing him to eat as well. You were almost begging on your knees for Suo to take at least one bite.

❥ Another hobby you all like to do together is play video games. A fight almost broke out because of how many times Suo beat Sakura at a game. Suo swears he’s going easy on Sakura which pisses him off a lot more. Despite the many times he loses he always asks for a rematch. You have to hold Sakura down before he tackles Suo.

❥ You always like to give these boys hello and goodbye hugs despite seeing each other almost everyday. Suo gladly accepts your hugs, hugging you back-burying his face in your hair. While Sakura malfunctions like a robot whenever you wrap your arms around him-then again just the slightest touch from you has him sweating.

❥ You once tried not giving them goodbye hugs and it did not go well. Suo was immediately sulking, complaining how you don’t love him anymore he’s just wants to tease you. Sakura will give you the silent treatment, because he’s too embarrassed to voice out his thoughts. He really likes your hugs no matter how much he complains about it. Please give these poor boys  their huggy wuggies. 

lemme know if part 3 is needed hehe

[shyshitter]

holy shit watching the pjo movie for shits and giggles and i forgot how TERRIBLE it is as an adaptation. it is. However. herculeanly CAMP. the joss wheden level shallow interpretation of Percy Jackson ever. i don’t have the brain power to explain so i will just dump. percy and grover are canonically in high school. percy lives with his mom. they BLACK SIDEKICKED GROVER. percy’s boy band emo fringe. WEARING HEADPHONES IN THE MUSEUM WHILE BRUNNER WAS TALKING. “leaving you was the hardest thing he ever did” speech. pierce brosnan is chiron. alexandra daddario. the high school lock eyes across the field “she’ll eat you alive” shot. leather harnesses instead of camp shirts. the hogwartsification of camp half blood. “my father is poseidon. yup, we’ve known all along. here’s a quest that i forbid you from going on.” no clarise. annabeth and percy fight at the end of capture the flag. luke’s private cabin with an entire video game system. “i broke into my dads house and stole these shoes and shield hope they help you on your quest to find fUCKING PEARLS i guess also here’s a glowing map that tells you exactly where to go.” the complete misinterpretation of the major plot points/locations/relationships/characters in general. annabeth is a 90s bridewife heroine who makes snarky does she like him does she hate him comments the entire time. percy is a 16 yo dweebjock who makes incel turned hero comments the entire time. grover is a polyamorous slut who makes black sidekick comments the entire time. percabeth’s h2o just add water pool scene. “our parents speak to us in our minds and give us advice” THEY DRIVE MOST OF THE TIME. percy uses the flying shoes multiple times. they get high in a las vegas casino. the entirety of the casino scene. GROVER TRIES TO PAY CHARON, GUARDIAN OF THE UNDERWORLD, WITH $170 AMERICAN DOLLARS CASH. rosario dawson persephone hits on grover IMMEDIATELY. gay roman soldier miniature as hades. the bolt was in the shield luke gave them. persephone’s kissem and stab ‘em move to take the bolt. “you can’t take your mom because you only have three pearls :(“ grover volunteers to stay and percy like doesn’t fight it at all and persephone immediately has offscreen sex with him. luke’s “im the lightning thief” speech. the sky battle with the flying shoes. “maybe they were wrong. maybe you’re not a son of poseidon.” *immediately drowns in electrically charged water* “idk. maybe i am i the son of poseidon.” *makes a water trident and throws it at luke, careening him across nyc into the hudson river* the way the movie takes away all agency or criticism from poseidon’s/the gods’ shitting parenting by inventing a law by zeus forbidding gods from making PHYSICAL contact with their children. grover getting horns and elevating him to “senior protector” bc i guess they had to rate his protection skills for some reason. percabeth’s almost kiss turned “never let your enemy distract you” ya novel vomit. PERCY PUTTING MEDUSAS UNCOVERED HEAD IN HIS KITCHEN FRIDGE WITH A “NEVER OPEN THE FRIDGE EVER LOVE PERCY” NOTE, PROMPTING A PETTY GABE TO OPEN IT AND GET ROCKED BY MEDUSA. truly the rick and morty parody of a 2010 YA fantasy novel turned franchise movie. it’s defining redeeming factor: annabeth is taller than percy.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Idk if you write for them but what about a todoroki and Deku going on a blind date with a Chubby reader🤔 (btw miss ma’am you dropped this 🤲🏾👑)

Your Kind of Men (poly!bi!pro!TodoDeku x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader SFW One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x Shoto Todoroki x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you go on a blind date set up by your friend and her pro hero partners, not realizing that you're about to get your chance to meet some pros yourself who are highly interested in having a third...and they hope that it's you.

Warnings: AgedUp!TodoDeku (they're in their late 20s-early 30s); Bisexual!TodoDeku; Polyamory; Sexual Fantasies; Flirting; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized (but anyone can still read this)

Writer's Note: Thank you for getting my crown for me, babe!! I hope you enjoy this! It's pretty tame except for the sex thoughts lol. Enjoy! -xoxo, Jazz

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“I don’t know how I feel about this, girl,” you sigh into the phone, staring down at your cocktail. “You didn’t even tell me what they do! What if they’re serial killers or something?” 

You feel a nervous sweat coming on despite the cool air in the fancy restaurant and the spaghetti straps of your dress allowing you to stay cool. You took a shower and added as much deodorant to your pits and jiggly inner thighs as you could because of your paranoia of smelling, but that does nothing to stop you from breaking out in anxious perspiration. 

“Would you stop that?” Your friend complains. “I didn’t tell you about their jobs because I wanted to surprise you! If Bakugou and Kiri know them, trust me: they’re good guys.” 

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose to avoid an oncoming headache from too much stress. Though the fact that these “guys” are Bakugou aka pro hero Dynamight and Kirishima aka pro hero Red Riot’s longtime buddies, that doesn’t do much to ease your worries or mind. 

”Then they must be fine as fuck ‘cause your boyfriends are!” You groan, earning a giggle from your friend. “It’s not funny! I’m literally having a panic attack and I don’t think this cocktail is helping.” 

You stare down at your Perfect Peach cocktail made with vodka and peach preserves that is supposed to ease your nerves as you sit at the bar waiting for your blind date…or blind dates, rather. 

After further consideration and fantasizing about it for months, you confided in your friend about wanting to try a polyamorous relationship like she has with Bakugou and Kiri. She always seems so happy when she’s with them. You remember a time when you were happy like that with your boyfriend—everyday seemed sunny whenever he called or came to see you. 

But that was a year ago. After a very messy breakup which resulted in him moving away and immediately dating someone else, you did your best to forget him and move on. Getting back into the dating pool was the first step. You recently just started reviving your accounts on dating apps, but so far, none of them have sufficed. 

You often wonder how your friend did it—how she managed to bag not one but two pro heroes. And they’re so hot and sweet! Every time you see their big arms wrapped around your friend or see their smiles directed her way or see them pick her up from your crib and know she’s going to spend her night getting pleasured beyond belief by both of them, you can’t help but be jealous. 

Don’t get it twisted. You’re so happy for your friend! She deserves partners who adore her…but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t bother you that you don’t have that kind of relationship for yourself. 

Your friend’s calming voice pulls you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. ”Just calm down. It’s going to go great! But if it ever goes sideways or if you really feel like you can’t go through with this, just make some excuse, like I almost burned our crib down. Then you can leave!” 

”I’m not doing that,” you huff. “Your men went through all the trouble of booking this blind date for me. The least I can do is try to get through it.” 

Bakugou and Kiri specifically handpicked your blind dates for you tonight. They barely told you anything about them though. The only thing you know is that they’re friends. “You’ll love ‘em, doll!” Kiri told you. “I promise! These guys are super manly!” 

“They’re whatever,” Bakugou said, which didn’t help you at all. But then again, Bakugou was never good at giving compliments…unless those compliments are directed at your friend. 

“Well, to do that, you’ll have to get out of that head of yours,” your friend critically says. “Girl, you’re always overthinking! You like hot as fuck tonight and your dates will think so to. Just think about how they may even take you home tonight to get a piece of that nice, fat a—“ 

”And I’m hanging up,” you immediately announce, cringing at her hysterical laughter. “I just met the guys and it’s our first date! I’m not gonna—“ 

”Excuse me?” A rather familiar voice you can’t place politely asks you. You turn around, preparing to give this man the boot, but all of the words in your throat die when you get a look at who’s standing behind you. 

He is much taller and hotter in person, your embarrassingly large poster in your bedroom not doing you much justice. His gray vest, slacks, and white button-up shirt are rather tight on his toned body, his pecs and biceps pushing up against the fabric. The cutest freckles adorn his cheeks, almost popping out like a pop-up photo in a children’s book due to how green his hair and eyes are. They remind you of emeralds. 

Izumi Midoriya aka Deku, pro hero #1, in the flesh, is your date tonight. He gives you a kind, toothy smile, his hands behind his back. ”Are you Y/N?” He asks. 

Your mind is frozen in a block of ice, all thoughts and words put on pause. Too stunned to speak, you just nod. “Oh, good!” He sighs, relieved. “I thought I’d gotten the wrong person and embarrassed the hell out of myself!” He sheepishly laughs before passing you a bouquet of the most beautiful pink and yellow roses out from behind him. “For you,” he says, a light blush coating his cheeks. “Shoto picked ‘em. He’ll be in here soon.” 

Shoto. As in Shoto Todoroki pro hero #3. Bakugou is at #2 while Kiri is #4. If all goes well, you and your friend will be living the life dating such popular pro heroes. 

Wordlessly, you take the flowers, but not wanting to look like a crazy woman, you give Deku a smile. You just can’t believe this. You feel like you’re dreaming. “Y/N?” Your friend asks. “Helloooo? You there?” 

Brought back down to reality, you keep your eyes on Deku while you speak into your phone that you remember is pressed to your ear. “I’ve gotta go,” you abruptly say. “M-My dates are here.” Your friend just giggles. “Enjoy,” she sings. “Give me all the details when you get back.” 

Once she hangs up, the door to the restaurant opens. In walks your second date and Shoto is just as tall as Deku. He walks elegantly on long legs, his frame leaner than Deku’s, but muscled and toned. His black suit fits perfectly on him, giving him a dashing look that his long, red-and-white-toned hair tied in a ponytail only adds to. He looks like a damn fairytale prince coming to save you. 

His eyes meet yours and you swear he’s just as gorgeous in person. The burn scar over his eye only adds to his appearance, giving him a very sexy but unique look. He smiles at you and the air is immediately stolen from your plump, soft body. 

“You found her?” He asks, coming over to the bar to meet you. “I’m sorry, I was busy trying to find a parking spot. This restaurant is quite popular.” Deku nods, laughing. “That’s what it said on the website!” He chuckles. 

“Y/N, right?” Shoto asks, his silky voice directed at you. “Pleasure to finally meet you. Your friend told us all about you, but she left out how beautiful you are.” He sticks his hand out for a shake, his ringed fingers making you think of nasty things. You wouldn’t mind them wrapping around your neck or sliding inside of your—

”T-Thank you,” you say, finally finding your voice. You tentatively shake Shoto’s hand, shivering slightly at the wave of electricity you feel coursing through you at his touch. “I know who you are. Y-You’re Deku and Todoroki, pro heroes #1 and #3.” 

The duo share a look, both stunned. A mischievous smile stretches across Shoto’s face. “Someone’s a fan,” he teases. 

Deku rolls his eyes, criticizing his boyfriend. “Don’t tease her, Shoto,” he critically says before turning to you. “That, we are! I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. We’re really just normal people…who happen to have quirks.” He looks worried that the fact that they’re famous may make you feel weird, but that isn’t even half of it. How the fuck are you supposed to act normal around such hot men?! 

Swallowing harshly and taking a much-needed sip of your cocktail, you start to feel somewhat confident from the vodka. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both,” you giggle. “Should we sit?” 

Deku offers his hand to help you slide off of the barstool with your drink and flowers. You feel his hand lightly ghost the small of your back and your skin suddenly bursts with warmth like it’s on fire. Your dress only somewhat smooths your back rolls which most men aren’t too fond of. But Deku doesn’t seem to mind.

He leads you over to a table near a window overlooking the sidewalk and decorated with two candles. Shoto takes the chair you’re about to pull out and does it for you. “Please, allow me.” He patiently waits for you to sit down before pushing you in and then taking his seat with Deku across from you. 

Such a gentleman. You love gentlemen. They make your heart pound and your inner thighs clench together to avoid the throbbing sensation you feel already coming. 

The two handsome pros sit across from you, their attractive features illuminated by the candlelight. Luckily, your waitress comes over to get your appetizer orders and fetch the pros drinks before wandering off to put in your orders. 

Shoto clears his throat and is the first to fill the silence. “Sooo, Y/N,” he begins, your name sounding like smooth butter on his lips, “how in the world are you single as pretty as you are?” Heat coats your face at his boldness. You’re not used to receiving such compliments. 

“Shoto!” Deku growls, elbowing Shoto in the arm. “We’ve only known her for, like, five minutes!” Shoto side-eyes his boyfriend. “So you don’t think she’s pretty?” He deadpans, smirking at the bright red blush that coats Deku’s freckled cheeks. 

“You’ve got game,” you giggle, earning a proud smile from Shoto. “Well, I recently decided to start dating again after a breakup a year ago. I missed nights like these, getting dressed up and going out with handsome men.” 

You watch surprise alight in the couple’s eyes that quickly melt into something more intimate and passionate. Because now they know that you’re just as attracted to them as they are to you…so far. The shift makes you feel hot all over and you cross your legs. This is going to be much harder than you thought. 

You shift slightly in your seat, clearing your throat. “S-So what about you two?” You softly stutter. “How long have you two been together? How come you’re looking for a third?” 

The two share a look and then a smile that grinds at your insides. You remember smiling that way at your person–so in love and content. ”Well, after five years of dating, we decided to venture into new experiences,” Deku answers. “We’ve both been interested in having a poly relationship for a while now, so we decided to give it a try.” 

He tells you that he and Shoto met in UA High and were friends at first before slowly becoming more. It’s a story fit for a friends-to-lovers book. Concern laces Shoto’s pretty, multicolored eyes. “And this is still okay with you? Seeing two men at the same time?” 

You want to correct him that they aren’t just any men. They’re pro heroes. Celebrities. They have status and notoriety. You would be hella stupid to say no to this. “Yeah,” you reply. “I’ve never dated two guys at the same time, but it never hurts to try something new.” 

Other than their perks as celebs, their easy-going personalities and warm nature make it especially hard to refuse them, so you feel comfortable saying yes. 

Shoto smiles, pleased with that answer, and raises his glass of red wine. “Cheers to new experiences then.” Deku raises his wine glass while you raise your cocktail before leaning to clink glasses and taking a sip in unison. You feel much better already. 

Deku suddenly gasps, his emerald eyes twinkling in excitement. “You have an All Might keychain too?” He gasps, staring down at your phone. “That’s so cute! I still carry mine around as a lucky charm.” Shoto rolls his eyes at his boyfriend, chuckling into his wine. “He can sit here all night talkin’ ‘bout All Might. Just warning you.” 

You giggle and tell Deku that you bought it at Hot Topic when the store was celebrating All Might’s birthday. A text from your friend asking if you’re okay suddenly pops up on your phone sitting face up on the table. You turn it over to be respectful to your dates but realize too late the phone case underneath. 

There, the chibi versions of Deku, Shoto, and All Might stare back at you. It was a gift from Kiri for your birthday, but now, you want to curse him for giving it to you and yourself for forgetting that it was on the back of your phone. 

Your dates catch it immediately and mirth alights behind their eyes. Shoto smirks at you, stifling his laughter. “You weren’t quick enough for that,” he chuckles. You flush with embarrassment and unbeknownst to you, Shoto adores it. Your skin glows increasingly more in the candlelight, making him want to kiss, suck, and lick every part of your beautiful skin. 

Deku is in the same boat as his boyfriend. He’s been admiring your beauty all night, but unlike Shoto, he isn’t as bold or as brazen, so he instead shifts the conversation to something else to distract him from how tight his slacks have gotten. 

“So you are a fan?” He excitedly gasps. “Wow! I can’t say I’ve ever been on a date with a fan of mine before.” Shoto’s lazily shift to yours, peering deep into you. “Me either.” 

You gnaw on your bottom lip, suddenly ashamed. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I’ll put it away if it makes you feel weird.” You go to put your phone in your purse, but Shoto’s hand stops you. You pause, your pulse jumping as you feel his long piano fingers brush your knuckles. 

“No, no, don’t,” he protests. “It’s cute. I just wonder out of the two of us which one’s your favorite.” He winks at you with that sapphire blue eye, teasing you. ”Todoroki, come on,” Deku sighs. ”Don’t embarrass her.” 

Maybe it’s the cocktail or the romantic atmosphere or gaining the undivided attention of the two sexy pros sitting across from you, but something inside of you flares up, filling you with confidence. “It’s actually both of you,” you shyly confess. 

The two look at you, stunned. “I’ll admit, I was more of a Dynamight fan until I saw you two with those kids at that charity event for the children’s hospital. I love men who are good with kids.” You flash them a bashful yet endearing smile that makes them throb and ache down below. 

“Ah, I remember that event,” Deku says, reminiscing. “That was a year ago for Christmas.” He suddenly leans in, a secretive smile on his face. “Don’t tell him this, but you definitely wouldn’t be a fan of Dynamight after learning he’s horrible with children.” 

He and Shoto proceed to tell you about when he was forced to dress as an elf for the charity event and he fussed at every kid who instead told him what they wanted for Christmas and tugged on his fake elf ears. “We had to stop him from blowing up the Christmas tree,” Shoto says, watching with adoration as you laugh into your appetizer. 

The waitress finally returns to take your main course orders and refills your water. When she leaves, Deku and Shoto once again give you their attention. “So tell us more about you, Y/N,” Deku says, and your heart somersaults at hearing your name on his lips. 

Despite their laser beam-like gazes in the candlelight and the vodka making you feel slightly unbalanced, you do as they say. 

You talk about anything and everything, starting with your job. You tell them what you studied in school and what you do now for work. Shoto looks impressed while Deku damn near chokes on his appetizer when you tell him ”An assistant at NASA?” He gasps. “That’s amazing! So if we ever fight an alien from a distant planet or something, can we call on you to fix us up with a rocket?” 

It’s a bad joke and you laugh, finding his boyish nature oh-so cute. Shoto rolls his eyes, popping an oyster into his mouth. “Again with the alien talk,” he huffs. You look away to your cocktail, stifling a smile. “You too?” Shoto asks while Deku laughs. “You really believe in those little green men?” 

You smirk at him, pointing at him with your fork. “This is coming from a guy who shoots ice and fire from his hands,” you retort. Shoto is shocked (and turned on) by your wittiness, as is Deku. They like a girl who is playful like that. “Touché,” he replies. 

Once your dinner finally arrives at the table, the convo shifts to food and drinks. Deku is fond of spicy miso ramen and mocktails while Shoto prefers black coffee and soba. You tell them your favorites and non-favorites, resulting in somewhat talking about bubble tea and how you’ve never tried it before. 

Deku looks like you just admitted to murder, pausing mid-bite with his grilled halibut. ”You’ve never tried bubble tea before?” He gasps. “Oh, you’re missing out. It’s literally one of the best creations in the world!” 

Shoto shakes his head, biting into his plank steak. “He’s exaggerating, but it is quite good.” You take a sip of your cocktail, feeling the effects of the vodka taking over. Everything is bubbly and warm, and a rush of newfound confidence courses your veins. 

“Guess you two will have to teach me then.” You don’t mean for it to sound so suggestive, but then again, you don’t care either. Because the two men are immediately caught on your hook, their gazes intense and warm. 

The flirting doesn’t stop there. Throughout dinner, they are more than happy to show you that they are very romantically interested in their beautiful date—you. Deku is more lowkey and bashful, complimenting the shade of your dress and your earrings, while Shoto flat-out tells you how attractive he thinks you are. 

It takes its toll on you—all of this undivided attention—and you find yourself sweating from it. You’re not used to such genuine flirting and compliments. You don’t know if going home with them is on the table, but if they ask, you won’t say no. That you know much. 

You know deep down that sex on the first date isn’t exactly socially acceptable or appropriate in some cases, but you can’t bring yourself to care about that. However, there is a part of you that is saying “no, don’t”. The voice of reason. The romantic part of you that wants to get to know the two pros and see where things take you. 

Other than flirting, you talk about other things: favorite heroes, their time at UA, favorite missions, vacation spots, etc. They also talk about Warner Bros apparently wanting to make a movie about Deku. “I heard they’re thinking about casting Tom Holland,” he sighs. “He looks nothing like me! But he is a good Spider-Man and is apparently Hollywood’s heartthrob.” 

You giggle, chomping down on your shrimp salad. “He’s cute or whatever, but I prefer my men much bigger and taller, like Jason Momoa.” You practically salivate at the mental image of him. 

Shoto and Deku share a look, smirking at each other. “Is he your type of man?” Shoto asks, a playful glint in his eye. 

The two look at you, quietly eager to know your answer. Your smile fades when you realize you just walked into a trap. But there’s no turning back now…might as well go all in. “Kinda,” you answer, unaware of how airy your voice sounds. “But I do like my men with long hair and pretty eyes.” 

Your eyes trail over Deku’s ever-green eyes that you could stare into forever and Shoto’s long hair you want to trail your fingers through. You want to make it known that you like them. You want them to see the fantasies running wild in your head of you together in bed, in the dark, both of them pressed against you, kissing and touching, all passion and energy transferring from one body to the other. 

Suddenly, you feel shy again and wither slightly. “Sorry,” you giggle. “It’s the vodka talking.” Shoto fixes you with a look that damn near peels you out of your dress. “Let it talk,” he softly demands. “We really like talking to you, Y/N.” 

Deku nods, a slight blush coating his cheeks. “You know, we couldn’t believe we were on a date with someone as gorgeous as you?” He sheepishly asks. “Not that Kaachan and Kiri would fix us up with someone we weren’t attracted to, but seeing you for the first time…” He pauses, blowing air out of his cheeks as if he’s winded. “It was a trip.” 

You flush from his words and genuine tone, knowing that he’s serious. They really think you’re that beautiful? “So would you say I’m your type of girl?” You boldly ask, running your hands lightly over your pudgy sides and down your jiggly thighs under the table.

In Shoto’s eyes, you see nothing but a passion so bold and open that it makes you melt. “I don’t think that even needs to be questioned, doll. You have a beautiful personality. Your looks just add to our attraction for you.” The pet name rolling off of his lips has you ready to get the check and go home with them. 

“Don’t mind his bluntness, but he’s right,” Deku adds. “Anyone would be stupid to have fumbled someone like you.” You see the same genuine passion and enthusiasm in his eyes too. There isn’t a stitch or slip of the truth in their faces. They are dead serious. 

You sit up a little straighter, tightening your hands clasped together in your lap. “Thank you,” you shyly say. “And for the record, any girl would be lucky to have two partners like you two on her arm.” 

They look as if they want you to be that “girl” whose arms they are on. 

The rest of the dinner goes by in a flash. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. You finish your food and they demand you put your credit card away, instead paying for your meal. They then walk you outside and sit on a bench near the restaurant window as you order your Lyft. 

They did offer to drive you home, but you politely declined. Despite your immense attraction to them, they are still strangers…at least right now, they are, but you hope that changes soon. 

While Shoto takes your right, Deku sits down on your left, putting you smack dab in the middle. “We’ll wait here till your Lyft comes. We don’t mind at all! It means more time with you.” You bashfully smile under the moonlight and stars in the clear night sky. The cocktail is starting to fade a bit, so you feel rationality start to sink in. 

A comfortable silence descends upon you three, only filled by the idle chatter of passersby and cars. When you check your phone, your driver is announced to be arriving in five minutes. “I really enjoyed tonight,” you say before clearing your throat. “I think this is one of the best dates I’ve had in a long time.” 

Deku smiles, looking overjoyed to hear this. “We’re happy to hear that. We had a great time with you too.” His fingers, placed on the bench, slightly brush yours. Electricity explodes in your veins at his soft touch. 

Shoto hums in agreement, nodding. ”Hopefully, you’d be up for some more great times with us.” You blink at him, realizing what he means. He wants another date. Deku does too judging from the way his fingers inch closer to yours. 

Taking things one step further, you move your hand closer to his until your hand is on top of his. You hear him physically exhale as if his self-control is jumping out the window. 

“Well, yes,” you answer Shoto, “but you’d need my number for that.” Your tone is soft and flirty, your lashes framing your eyes as you stare up into Shoto’s handsome face. 

Catching on, he playfully smirks down at you. “Then I guess we have a dilemma,” he says, his voice silky and smooth. “So how do we solve that?” You button your lip, mostly because you’re afraid of saying something stupid and ruining the magic of this moment. 

“I guess we’ll just have to compromise, won’t we, Midoriya?” He sighs, acting defeated. Deku catches on to the game and plays the role too, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “I guess so. After all, we still need to get you to try mochi.” 

You’ve never smiled so wide in your life. By the time the two finish putting their contacts in your phone, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Your heart is thundering and you feel like you can fly, high on the fact that these two heartthrobs want you. 

Your Lyft finally arrives in a white SVU and rolls up to the curb. “There’s my ride,” you breathlessly announce, standing with the two. The window rolls down to show your female driver. “Y/N?” The driver calls. You nod, waving at her. 

Deku and Shoto walk over with you to the car, protective and chivalrous. “Here, I’ll get the door for you,” Deku says, opening the back door for you. You thank him, but before you can slip into the seat, you suddenly feel his and Shoto’s pairs of soft lips on either side of your face. Your brain short circuits and the entire world disappears. 

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” Shoto whispers into your ear. 

“We hope to see you again,” Deku adds, his voice just as soft and intoxicating.

’You will,’ you think. You want to see them again more than anything. Already, you’re grieving the loss of such a perfect night, desperate for the chance to have one again with them. 

They then step back and allow you to crawl in, no doubt staring at your ass as you do. But then you stop and look back at them, willing to show some of your cards to end the night. “You know, for the record,” you begin, “you two are my type of men. And I’d really like to see you again too.” 

Suddenly, the air between you shifts. You can feel it in the way Deku and Shoto stare at you like they want so much to get in the car and go home with you. 

But they don’t. Instead, they leave you with something that will suffice you for days to come. Shoto leans in first, his hand on the top of the car as he peers into the backseat and presses his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It’s enough to send those butterflies flapping haphazardly in your stomach as his thumb softly caresses your cheek. 

But as soon as it happens, it’s over. Then it’s Deku’s turn. He also leans down to kiss you, the taste of wine and mint gum heavy on his tongue as it lightly touches yours. You stamp back a moan, your toes curling in your shoes at the soft, intoxicating kiss. 

Their kisses are the best ones you’ve ever had. 

Finally, Deku pulls away and peers at you, his eyes holding a promise of what’s to come next if you venture down this road with them. “We’d like that,” he pants. “Call us when you get home, okay?” 

Closing your parted mouth to avoid looking insane, you nod and try to recover. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “I will.” Deku smiles as Shoto reaches in to kiss your hand. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

You say goodnight and Deku closes the door, allowing the driver to finally drive off in the direction of your home. You watch the two standing on the curb watching you go, your heart still hammering away and your skin alive with flames. You lightly touch your lips, still feeling theirs on them. 

The first thing you do is put in your AirPods and call your friend, a stupid smile stretching across your face. She picks up on the second ring. “You’re alive!” She giddily says. “So what happened? Did you guys kiss? I got your Lyft notification, so I’m guessing you didn’t go home with them.” 

“No,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “And yes, we did kiss. And I got their numbers.” 

Your friend nearly blows out both of your eardrums as she squeals into your ears. “Ooooh, the boys are gonna be so happy!” She squeals. “So tell me everything! How was the date?” 

With your smile growing wider, you add your two contacts to a group chat to thank them for the date tonight with emojis that you added to their names yourself: 

Deku 🥦💚, Shoto ❄️🔥❤️

Thank you for tonight!

“It was everything,” you dreamily sigh. 

THE END.