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polaroidpascal · 14 days ago

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i saw frankie kissing santa claus || joel & frankie

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : joel x f!reader x frankie morales

summary : after everyone leaves your house for a holiday party, you find one straggler left behind -or- you catch frankie kissing santa claus joel

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, everyone in this fic is bi bc i am too and i said so, joel in a santa suit, reader and joel have a little (big) crush on frankie boy, handjob, blowjob(s), face sitting, multiple orgasms for reader, orgasm denial, lots and lots of leaking (from all of them. im sorry.), one in the mouth one down south, sizes mentioned, cum eating, creampie, aftercare bc its essential and they are softies!!!

WC : 6k

a/n : merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!! six months since ive written anything at all and now i'm back with a christmas special LMFAO 😭 honestly, life has been a hectic hell since i last posted and i'm really happy i was able to actually finish something i started to end out the year 🥹 i hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season, and i hope i won't be as much of a stranger as i have been lately!! hope you enjoy this!! <3

“Oh, come on, Joel! People are gonna love it!”

“I am not putting it on, end of discussion, “ he said. You huffed a sigh and plopped down on the couch, Santa hat and suit in hand draping over your legs.

For as long as you had been seeing Joel, you’d begged and begged for him to let you plan one of his company holiday parties only for him to tell you that he’d rather just treat the guys to a night at a nice bar. He’d always let you come along, of course, feeding you whatever fruity little cocktails you asked for to pass the night along.

Last year was… something else. That summer, the company was absolutely swamped with projects, meaning Tommy and Joel had to hire some more help to keep up. One of the new hires, Francisco, “Frankie” for short, outshone all of his peers. He was effortlessly helpful in ways Tommy and Joel hadn’t even intended him to be. Just in the 6 months he had been with the company, he had already (rightfully) climbed a little higher up the ladder to help with the more important decisions rather than just being an extra set of hands on site.

Every now and then, Joel would tell you something else about Frankie that made your heart flutter with gratitude that the extra help was finally letting off some stress that he always seemed to carry. When August had rolled around, the Texas heat reached an all-time high. One particularly hot day, you suggested that Joel invite Frankie over to swim and barbecue so you could finally meet him.

He was a big man, just like Joel. Sturdy frame and tanned skin, and the sweetest manners a man could have, greeting you with a gentle handshake and a kindly playful, “It’s nice to meet you, Joel’s always talking about you.”

You spent the day in the sun and shade, sipping drinks and dipping into the cold water to stave off some of the brutal heat. The backyard filled with laughter all afternoon until the sun had finally set, the last hoorah of golden rays draining from the sky.

“So—“ Joel grunted, settling in bed with you as you curled into his side, “what’d you think of Frankie?”

“He’s great,” you hummed with a smile, settling into Joel’s post-shower warmth. “I can see why you like him so much, he seems exactly like how you always talked about him.”

“Yeah, he’s… he’s somethin’. Ain’t like the other guys. Don’t have to tell him more ‘an once to do somethin’…”

You look up and see Joel staring into space, a glimmer of something else in his eye as he zones out.

A smirk slides into your cheek. “Mhm… kinda pretty too,” you tease.

“Huh?”

“He’s kinda… pretty. I don’t know.”

A ghost of a blush threatens to bloom across Joel’s chest as he shifts a bit underneath you. “Think he’s pretty, huh?”

“Well, yeah. Anyone with eyes can see that,” you giggle, propping up on one arm to fully face him. “Do you think he’s pretty?”

Joel stops, that once threatening blush beginning to spread a little more, a little darker. “Wh—?”

“Do you think Frankie is pretty?”

“Is this some sort of test or somethin’?”

“No, not a test. I just… you do realize you’ve been talking about him for months?”

“Well, he’s done real good for the company. Jus’ happy not to be so stressed all th’ time. You sure have been enjoying it.”

You chuckle and shake your head. “Well, yes. But that’s not my point. Been talking about him for months and he had you laughing all afternoon today.”

“That ain’t fair, he had you laughing too. Matter of fact, them little shrieks could’a woke up a bear in hibernation,” he joked, poking at your ticklish spots and making you recreate those shrieks of giggles from earlier.

“Stop, stop! I get it!” you said between laughs. “Jesus…” You settled back into his arms pulling the covers over the two of you some more. “Doesn’t answer my question, though.” Joel hums and pulls you somehow closer and you get comfortable in his grip, feeling sleep start to claim your mind. “Do you?” you ask, voice dripping with fatigue.

“Do I what?”

“Think Frankie’s pretty?”

You feel him huff and shake his head, then you hear the smile in his voice, “Yeah… yeah, I do.”

You fell asleep that night with a smile.

—

“Bet you Frankie would like it if you got a little festive,” you pouted under your breath, just above barely audible, just where he would have to ask you—

“What was that?”

“I said I bet you Frankie would like it if you got a little festive.”

“‘S that so? And what makes you think I’d wanna put it on just to impress him, hm?”

“N— nothing… Please, put on the suit, Joel?” you beg, donning your biggest puppy eyes you can manage. “The whole house is already decorated. Everyone’s gonna love it. If anyone gives you shit, I’ll show them what’s up. But I promise they’re gonna love it. Pleeeeease?”

Joel stands, silent, crossing his arms and chewing his cheek, thinking.

A beat passes, then another beat, your relentless begging gaze boring holes into his heart.

He sighs. “Gimme the suit,” he says and extends a hand.

“Really? Really, Joel?”

“Gimme the suit ‘fore I change my mind,” he says, fighting the smile curing at the corners of his mouth.

—

You were right, the suit was a fucking hit.

Every one of Joel’s employees that walked in was enthusiastically shocked that the old man would get into the spirit, patting him on the back and hyping him up the whole night. Each reaction made you giggle as you greeted them all and showed them into the house.

Tommy was probably the most surprised of them all, giving his big brother so much shit about dressing up, but Joel just laughed it off and shoved his brother in the house.

Not long after Tommy arrived, the doorbell rang again. “I’ll get it!” you told Joel and made your way to the door.

It was Frankie, dressed in his nicest sweater and least damaged pair of jeans, still wearing that baseball cap he was never seen without, holding a bottle of wine with a ribbon tied around it.

“Frankie!” you exclaimed, extending your arms for a hug.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late, the traffic was horrible.”

“It’s okay, Tommy just showed up and he doesn’t have an excuse at all.”

Frankie laughs and remembers the bottle in his hands. “Oh, this is for you and Joel.” He hands it over with a smile.

“Oh, Frankie… you didn’t have to get us anything!”

“Consider it my thanks for all the hospitality,” he says.

“Well, thank you for the wine. Come in!”

There’s no need for a tour with him, having already been to your house countless times before this. When he rounds the corner into the kitchen, he nearly trips over his own feet seeing Joel.

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention that,” you said, poorly hiding the giggle bubbling up in your throat.

“Hi, Frankie,” Joel says, shyly raising an arm to wave.

“Hey-y-y,” Frankie giggles, waving back with one arm and holding his stomach with the other, almost doubled over in laughter.

The party plays out better than you even thought it would, the warm, bass-y tones of laughter filling the space of your home as everyone mingles and eats and drinks. Minutes easily turn to hours effortlessly dragging the night along. The later it gets, the more people slowly filter out returning back to their homes. You walk Tommy out to his girlfriend, Maria’s car, whom you called about half an hour earlier when you overheard him tell someone one more wouldn’t hurt.

As you close the door and turn back to the house, surprisingly very neat for having just hosted a party of contractors, it’s… eerily quiet. You expected Joel to be just behind you waiting to come back inside so he could whisk you off to bed. But he was nowhere to be found.

You creep back through the house, not seeing him anywhere. You round the corner to the living room and…

You thought everyone had left. But, you guess the last to arrive ended up being the last to leave as well.

You see Frankie and Joel sitting on the couch, Joel lounging as normal, still decked in his Santa gear, and Frankie sitting sideways facing him, one hand cupped on Joel’s jaw, kissing him so slow, so gently… so intoxicatingly beautiful.

You stay in the door frame for a minute watching the two make out on the couch, hearing the tiniest little grunts and groans from each of them. A fire ignites in your belly and quickly grows before you clear your throat to break the silence.

Frankie leaps back, starting to fumble his words and blushing bright red almost immediately. You look at Joel who looks calm and collected as ever, if not just a little dazed and blissed from the kissing he was just doing.

“I-I— um— we— I—“

“It’s okay, I’m not mad,” you say gently, convincingly as you can.

Frankie must have mastered the puppy eye look just as you had and was using them on you now. “Y-you’re… not?”

You chuckle. “No. Furthest from it, really.”

“Told you she’d be okay with it,” Joel pipes up, tugging him closer on the couch.

You inch closer into the room. “We, um… I think Joel and I have a… confession to make.” Frankie watches with big, curious eyes as you make your way to sit on Joel’s other side. “Joel… how can I put it… Joel has a little bit of a… crush on you, I’d say.”

“Now hang on one minute—“

“Thinks you’re an excellent worker, wouldn’t stop talking about you for months.”

“You’re the one that said to bring him over in the first place!” Joel argues.

“That’s true. Just wanted to see the guy responsible for helping you out so much… Remember that first time you came over?”

Frankie nods, still watching as curious as ever.

“Well… y’know what? You should tell him what you said, Joel.”

“Huh?”

“Y’know… about how you think he’s real pretty and all…”

You see Frankie shift a little out of the corner of your eye, barely causing a ripple in the couch attempting to hide the movement.

“If I remember correctly… you’re the one that said that first.”

Your cheeks grow a little hot at the admission. “But you agreed with me.”

“Well, ‘cause I do. Think he’s pretty.”

You finally glance back at Frankie whose blushing cheeks are bright red at this point. “All that to say… I think we both have a bit of a liking for you, Frankie.”

“Yeah?” he asks, completely unsure how he ended up here, but eternally grateful for it.

“Yeah. Is that… are you okay with that?”

“Shit... y-yeah— yes. Yes, I am,” he says, trying to keep a grasp on whatever composure he has left.

You smile back at him. “Good. Joel, you wanna show him to our room, then?”

“It’d be my pleasure,” he says, taking Frankie’s hand and giving it a kiss before leading him down the hall.

The three of you glide down the hall, the tension pouring out of your pores and making the air hotter, thicker, as you cross the threshold of the bedroom.

Joel leads Frankie to the edge of the bed, letting him sit and leaning in to give him a sweet, deep kiss to his plush lips. They both groan into it, savoring the softness of the other’s skin.

“Mmm… you should try, baby. He’s a real good kisser,” Joel offers.

You sit right next to Frankie, cupping his cheek to turn his face to you and kiss him.

Joel’s right, too. He is a good kisser. His velvet soft lips part when his tongue darts out to taste yours, a small whimper slipping from his throat as your mouths dance together, getting to know one another, melting into one. Frankie reaches up to grab your face, willing your mouth closer into him and your body follows, all but climbing into his lap to taste more, more, more as his hands trail up your body under your shirt and up to your chest—

The kiss is only broken when Frankie moans into your mouth, looking away from you with a hooded stare as he finishes yanking off your shirt. You follow his gaze to the floor just between his legs where Joel has sunk to the floor, palming Frankie over his jeans.

“Tha’s gotta be uncomfortable, hm?” he asks, giving his bulge another gentle squeeze. Frankie grunts and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to control his breathing and the slow leak threatening to ruin his pants. “Keep kissing him, angel. Gonna take care’a this.”

Joel’s hand slides up Frankie’s torso, slowly coaxing him to lay flat on the bed. You chase him with your mouth listening to each tiny gasp that leaves his lips as Joel gets to work with his pants.

The clink of his belt… the hum of a zipper… the tiny shimmy of Frankie’s hips as Joel slides his boxer briefs down his legs, stopping mid-thigh and running his hands back up to his hips.

“Jesus christ…” you hear him whisper, admiring the almost fully hardened length of the man in front of him, the tip of his cock shining in the low light from the bedside lamps, a small damp patch just barely seeping through to the outside of his underwear.

Joel’s own cock jumps at the sight. If he wasn’t turned on already from Frankie’s perfect lips, he sure as hell was turned on now. He can hardly keep himself from touching, one hand wrapping around Frankie’s length in an instant.

Frankie’s hips buck up and he pulls away from your mouth again, a low moan bellowing from his chest.

“Yeah? Feels good?” Joel mocks from below, lazily stroking up and down, up and down, swirling his hand at the top making Frankie squirm underneath him. “Look here, angel, look how hard he is.”

You glance down and can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips watching Joel slowly jerk Frankie off, the bright red tip leaking down his own length and making everything slick. And the sounds…

But it’s when you see that Joel’s other hand has his own length grasped in his palm, rubbing over his pants, that you let out a borderline growl… something about watching him get off to this… this idea that you had and felt brave enough to open the door of discussion to… this idea that Joel seemed more than happy to indulge in…

It’s then you realize how damp you feel, the wetness that’s been slowly building and building without you even realizing leaking out to soak your panties. You try to discreetly rub your legs together, seeking some sort of friction, anything at all.

But Joel sees it. He always sees it.

“Feelin’ left out, baby? She wants some attention, huh?”

You look at him with pleading eyes, an unspoken yes, yes please…

“Say, Frankie… that pretty mouth of yours got any other talents?”

Frankie looks down his body where Joel sits, already looking so fucked out and gone. “H-huh?”

“Take his mouth, go ‘head.”

Your body is buzzing as you look back at Frankie, the flame of arousal burning bright in his pupils as he frantically nods, leaning back for you to move. You take off your pants and ruined panties and shift over him, straddling his broad frame and maneuvering your knees around his head.

You hover over his face, looking down for permission to lower, “Is— Are you okay wi—”

You’re cut off by Frankie’s hands on the apex of your thighs tugging you down to meet his lips, and it is fucking heaven. “Oh, fuck…”

His scruff scratches the most sensitive parts of you, giving you exactly the friction you needed as his tongue greedily laps up your arousal, drinking it up like he’s been lost in the desert and you’re his oasis. You rock against his lips taking more and more of everything he’s giving you, and he helps you, coaxing you back and forth as more slick leaks from your hole. “Yeah, like that…” you moan, one hand slipping under his cap and through his ruffled hair, neither of you caring when it falls off onto the bed.

“Keep doin’ that, boy,” you hear Joel rumble behind you, followed by a whine from below right against your clit, making you jolt at the sudden vibration.

You look back and see Joel easing down Frankie’s length, slipping inch by inch down his throat, bobbing up and down taking more and more with each bob until he’s taken it all to the hilt.

God, is it a sight. You’re already whimpering watching him take more and more, but when he’s bottomed out and looks up, eyes barely watering, and he gives you a wink, you can’t help the downright pornographic moan that escapes your lips.

You turn back and look down at Frankie, seeing tears just starting to well in his eyes when he opens them with the most desperate gaze you’ve ever seen. “Fuck, Frankie… so fucking pretty…” you moan out, throwing your head back as his tongue dips inside you and his nose nudges your clit perfectly.

“Fuck…” you hear Joel gasp. “Fuck, angel… turn around, please. Lemme see that pretty face while he eats you out.”

You oblige, gently prying Frankie’s hands off your hips and cautiously spinning around over him. He gives you no time to settle back down, pulling you back flush with his face and drowning himself in you once again.

It’s a miracle he isn’t suffocating, or at least he doesn’t care if he is. He eats, and eats, and eats, your juices dripping down his face and his neck making a mess of him below. He works your hole and your clit, drawing out cries from you until your thighs are shaking, barely holding yourself up.

“Fuck yeah, baby… ride his fuckin’ face like that,” Joel encourages, stroking Frankie in tandem with the rock of your hips. “Gonna fuckin’ cum on his face, baby? Bet tha’s what he wants. ‘S that what you want, boy? Want her drippin’ down your tongue?”

You barely hear it over your whines, but a muffled mmhm is all you need to chase your rapidly building high, the feral need taking over you as you ride his face. His scruff tickles your most sensitive spots and his warm, wet, determined tongue works overtime to send you over the edge, and it fucking works, your orgasm crashing through you as you brace yourself on his belly, riding it out as you spill more slick down his face and his mouth works you through every second.

He doesn’t let up, licking you through every wave until you have to use every ounce of strength to fight his grip holding you down. You flop on the bed to the side and see Frankie’s face absolutely drenched in you, his mustache and scruffy beard soaking wet and his cheeks red as roses.

Frankie’s eyes are closed, his chest heaving as Joel works him faster, harder, the squelching noise from the precum furiously leaking from the tip of his cock almost drowning out the whines leaving his lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… ohhhhh, fuck— waitwaitwait—” he begs, pleads, with any ounce of strength he can still muster up.

Joel stops in an instant, “What’s wrong? You okay, Frankie? What happened?” he asks, concern drenching every word.

“It’s… fuck… nothin’s wrong… just…” he huffs, trying desperately to catch his breath. “Fuck, didn’t… wanna cum yet… shit…”

Worry leaves Joel’s features in an instant, swiftly replaced by contentment and ease that he’s alright. “Ohhh… was gettin’ t’be too much, huh?”

“Yeah…” he answers, breathlessly.

Joel rises on creaky knees to stand from where he knelt, reaching for Frankie’s hand to sit him up again. “You good to stand?” he asks, gently, voice nothing but bass.

He helps Frankie up on wobbly legs and switches places with him, dragging him into his frame between his knees, reaching up to his face and kissing him, licking you off his lips. “Mmm… tastes good, don’t she?” he asks with a smirk before crashing back into Frankie’s mouth.

His hands leave Frankie’s face to tug down the costume pants, finally freeing his fully hardened cock, tugging on it a few times before reaching for Frankie’s hands and guiding them into his lap. Frankie’s hand wraps around Joel’s length, his grasp encompassing his whole girth, but just barely so. Joel helps his hand along, up and down, up and down, a steady rhythm to make his cock slippery in his grasp.

Frankie’s hand feels perfect, but Joel is an impatient man. And when he wants something, he’s gonna get it.

“You wanna sit on Santa’s lap, Frankie?” he says with a downright diabolical smirk.

“Oh, fuck— yes, please. Can I?”

“‘Course you can,” Joel smiles, reaching for the hem of his pants again and tugging them all the way down as Frankie toes off his shoes and steps out of each pant leg. He pats his thigh right where it meets his torso, “C’mon, boy, right here.”

Joel scoots back on the bed to make room as Frankie kneels on the bed lining himself up with Joel’s length. Frankie spits on his hand generously, giving Joel a few more tugs before lining him up with his tight ring of muscle.

“Shit, boy… no stranger to this, huh?”

Frankie just blushes, slowly lowering down to Joel’s lap, moaning as his greedy hole takes inch after inch until he’s sitting flush with Joel’s pelvis. He rises and falls a few times before finding a slow, steady rhythm, throwing his head back and bouncing eagerly up and down.

You watch in awe as Frankie fucks himself on Joel’s cock, resting his arms on Joel’s broad shoulders just like you do, Joel’s hands sitting on Frankie’s hips just like they do on your own. You feel your core flutter at the sight, half unaware of the whiny whimper that falls from your lips and fully unaware of your hand traveling south to play with the slick still drenching your folds.

The noise makes Joel turn his head and he extends his hand to you dragging you closer to him. He grabs your cheek and kisses you, his tongue begging entry into your mouth as you swallow each other’s moans.

Frankie wills his eyes open, watching the two of you make out right in front of him. It makes his cock throb as he bounces harder, a little faster, and Joel can feel him getting impatient.He pulls away from your desperate mouth, holding Frankie’s hips still and met with a whining protest about it.

“Calm down a sec, cowboy. Got an idea…” You both look to him with curious, fucked out eyes. “Gonna lay back an’ you’re gonna ride my face just like you did for him, ‘kay princess?”

You nod back firmly, making a move towards him—

“Ah, ah— eager girl. Wasn’t finished…” he turns and looks at Frankie. “You got a hard job, think you can handle it?”

Frankie nods just as firmly, desperate to hear his rules to follow. “U-uh huh, I can handle it. Please.”

“Gonna keep ridin’ this cock, got it? But… you don’t cum ‘til I say so. Not even when she does. Not ‘til I say.”

Frankie’s chest jumps as his breath hitches, a grunt of a moan stifled at the back of his throat. His eyes flutter as he nods, trying desperately to keep his hips stilled and finding it harder and harder.

“We all good?”

“Yes— yeah, all good,” you and Frankie both enthusiastically agree, desperate for more.

Joel leans back, tugging your hand his way. As you go to straddle him, he stops you. “Face him, baby. He didn’t get to see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”

Your eyes roll a bit as you lazily agree, spinning around to face Frankie. Sweat makes his forehead twinkle as he slowly rocks and bobs in Joel’s lap. You lower onto Joel’s face and immediately brace yourself on his belly, the feeling of his tongue more intense this time, still sensitive from before.

As hard as it is to keep his eyes open, Frankie can’t peel his gaze away from your face, contorted in pleasure as moans spill from your lips. “Oh, Joel… fuck, yes…”

Frankie can’t help but reach towards you, just wanting to touch you, feel your body… he cups your tits over your bra that you quickly undo and toss off the bed, desperate to feel his hands on your skin. “Go ahead, Frankie. Touch me, please,” you beg, holding his hands to your chest and squeezing them.

He mirrors you, kneading the flesh there and quickly throwing you back into the fire as Joel’s skillful tongue brings you closer and closer to the edge already. He never fails to unravel you in an instant, his tongue memorizing every inch of you right down to the softest spots that send you reeling in the blink of an eye.

It’s barely long at all before you feel the fire burning in your belly again, growing and growing as you desperately try to last just a little longer.

You distract yourself in Frankie, mesmerized by his face and his body that you wish you could see more of, hiding under his t-shirt that’s somehow still on.

“This—” you say, pawing at the hem of his shirt, “Off. Get this off—”

He doesn’t hesitate to help you peel his shirt off his sweaty body, throwing it haphazardly off the bed. His body is beautiful, the curves of his belly mirroring Joel’s so closely, and your hands are drawn to his skin like magnets, feeling every inch you can reach.

You don’t realize you’re lifting away from Joel’s face until he yanks you back down again, mercilessly lapping at your folds.

He pulls off again, just for a moment. “‘Member angel, he can’t come ‘til I say. Longer you’re ridin’ my face, longer he’s gotta wait.”

He’s back on your cunt in an instant, and your fluttering eyes barely catch the aroused and panicked expression on Frankie’s face. His cock makes a mess of Joel’s belly below, the leaking head spilling pearly white now as it gets harder and harder to stave off his orgasm. He languidly rocks back and forth trying desperately not to spill all over Joel’s gut before he’s allowed to.

Watching Frankie try so hard to keep his composure, teetering on the edge of collapse, turns you on more than you can even describe. Your hips move on their own at this point, or maybe it’s purely Joel rocking you in just the way he knows drives you crazy.

“Talk to ‘er,” he mumbles to Frankie from under your wet heat.

Your eyes blow wide, the growing fire turning to a blaze when Frankie opens his mouth.

“Fuck… g-gonna fucking cum for him too? Oh, shit… wanna… wanna see your face… when you—”

Frankie’s babbling is cut off by your moans as you cum for a second time tonight, thighs quivering and hips bucking on Joel’s face. He licks you through it, controlling the movement of your hips as you lose all control.

“Oh, my god… h-holy shit—” Frankie stops all movement, seconds away from making a mess of himself, Joel, and you sitting in front of him. His eyes bolt shut as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, shaking when Joel eases you off of his face.

He sits up cupping Frankie’s face in his hands. “Got a little more fight in you?”

Frankie takes a deep breath. “Mhm… yeah, uh huh…”

Joel chuckles low, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “Good. Hop off.”

Frankie’s eyes pop open, but he obliges, easing himself off of Joel’s length with a whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Go ‘head and climb up there,” Joel instructs gently as Frankie climbs onto the bed where you lay, still a puddle of overstimulated mess. Joel gently tugs at your ankles pulling you towards the end of the bed, leaning down to kiss you, soft and sweet.

“Can you gimme one more, angel? Can you stay up for me?”

Your eyes try their best to focus on his face, a hazy blur clouding your vision just a bit as you hum and nod to him. “Uh huh… can stay up…”

“Attagirl… alright, hands and knees, baby.”

You do as you’re told, flipping over and around so your backside faces him at the end of the bed. He stands over your body, hands gliding over the globes of your ass, up your back, stroking every inch of bare skin spread in front of him.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous…” he mumbles, before laying a tap to your ass, causing you to jolt a little and whine at the contact. “Alright Frankie…” Frankie perks up, hanging onto Joel’s every word. “‘M gonna take this pretty hole back here… An’ you take that one up there. Sounds good?”

You clench around nothing. The idea of both of them filling you as much as you can take… Using you for their pleasure…

“Fuck… yeah, good, mhm…” Frankie babbles, shimmying himself to kneel in front of you.

You look up at him, down his body, to his ruddy cock, hard as diamond right in front of you. Your mouth waters at the sight and you motion for him to come a little closer.

Joel grabs his length, lining the head up with your entrance. You stifle a whimper at just the contact of his fat tip pressing into your most sensitive spots. “Ready?” he asks. You both whimper a yes, ready.

They both enter you at the same time, sliding into you wet, wanting holes cautiously first, but easily. So, so easily. The three of you groan in pleasure, them from your warmth and you from the fullness.

Joel sets a pace, fucking in and out of your dripping cunt with ease, quite a feat for the sheer fucking size of him, but you’re so worked up that you practically suck him in and dont dare to let him go. Frankie doesn’t follow Joel’s face, testing the waters of your throat and what it can take.

“She can handle it, boy. If she can take all’a me, she can take all’a you too,” Joel says with a wink.

Neither one of them is small by any means, but Joel was right. He was a bit thicker than Frankie is, and it took a while for your mouth to get used to his size. And while Frankie wasn’t as thick, he might have been just a little longer. It was impossible to tell now, though, they both felt impossibly huge stuffed inside of you, each of them chasing their own highs.

Joel’s pace has already picked up, the warm walls of your pussy crying for him to keep going, don’t stop, right there… the grip on your hips unforgiving as he slams in and drags back out over and over and over…

Frankie keeps rocking into your mouth, a little faster now, and you taste the salty precum leaking onto your tongue and down your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot, angel… stuffed so fuckin’ full…”

“God, you feel good…” Frankie whispers down to you, and you wish you could see his face while you take him to the hilt. Instead, you pull away and spit directly onto the head of his cock before taking him back into your throat completely, using one hand to play with his balls. “Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…”

“Ah ah, boy— unh— not— not ‘til I say,” Joel reminds him.

Frankie takes a few deep breaths, holding your face so delicately, like it could break, trying to ground himself and fucking focus…

“One more, baby, one more right on this cock… an’ then you can too, boy…”

Joel fucks you harder, faster, bruising your cervix with every thrust, the ridges of his cock dragging along every nerve ending in your walls bringing you closer, and closer, and closer—

“Oh, fuck, Joel! Right there! Don’t fucking stop!”

He doesn’t. Not at all. He keeps the same relentless pace, hitting that soft spot deep inside you that he always finds without fail. You flutter around his length, clamping down on him as he reaches around your front to find your clit. He teases your little bundle of nerves, circle after circle after circle, hurdling you closer and closer to release.

“Fuck, tha’s right, baby. Tha’s fuckin’ right.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck— ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum, Joel,” Frankie cries, his hips bucking out of rhythm.

“Yeah? Gonna spill down her throat while she’s creamin’ my cock? Go ‘head, both of y’all, at the same time. C’mon—” he grunts, one strong thrust sending you reeling, spasming, damn near collapsing onto the bed as your third orgasm rips through you at an earth-shattering rate.

“Jesus fucking christ—” Frankie groans before his own thighs are trembling, his cock throbbing in your mouth as ropes of cum shoot down your throat, fucking himself in your mouth through his own high, the vibrations from your moans making his body shiver as you drain him empty.

Like dominos falling, Joel is next to go, painting your walls with his spend at the sight of you and Frankie falling apart right in front of him, throbbing in your overstimulated cunt as both ends suck each man dry.

The three of you are a pile of huffing, heaving messes, catching your breaths and dripping sweat onto your sheets. After a minute, Joel slowly slides out of you, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy and dripping onto the sheets. The rest of your body plops down onto the mattress when he lets you go.

Joel steps back and looks at the two of you, sprawled out on the bed in a completely fucked out daze, and chuckles.

“Guess that that was a good enough present for the two’a you, huh?”

You both give a tired, breathy giggle stretching and wiggling around the mattress. You crawl up towards Frankie laying on the pillows and curl into him, and he welcomes you like this is something you’ve always done, with ease, with comfort.

Joel walks into your bathroom and returns with a towel, cleaning you up before climbing next to you, now sandwiched between the two burly men, all three of you basking in post-coital bliss.

“That is… not how I thought the night would end,” Frankie says with a sigh and a chuckle.

You giggle back. “No? Not even a little?” you tease.

Frankie hums a laugh. “So, was this… is this something that you guys… talked about before?”

You turn a little and look at Joel who is just admiring the two of you. His eyebrows raise a bit, an exhale of a laugh leaving his lungs. “Hmm… I mean, It’s come up a few times.”

Frankie turns his head to look at Joel, silently asking for more.

“Started that first time you came over an’ it just… I don’t know, it would come up from time to time. Was never opposed to the idea and… Tonight was the night the pieces fell just right, I s’pose,” he explains, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You can see it haunting Frankie’s lips too, threatening to show just how much he enjoyed this too.

“Think it’s safe to say we all enjoyed it, huh?” you tease again, nudging Frankie and throwing Joel a knowing glance. Frankie turns away, blushing.

The three of you cuddle a little closer, savoring each other’s company, glowing with pleasure as you lay there, falling asleep knowing things might have changed, but for the absolute better.

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helenisaweirdo · 4 days ago

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hatred.

oliver aiku x fem!reader, accidental pregnancy, aiku is an asshole at the beginning, reader is of age, angst to comfort, happy ending

a/n: the reason that barou is so close to reader is because reader went to the same high school as oliver did (as the soccer team manager), and in the light novel it’s canon that oliver and barou played against each other in high school. so barou and reader has met before.

———

november 2, 2018

the two lines on the small screen was like being mocked by your best friend behind your back.

you had begged, prayed, even did rituals hoping that this wouldn’t be the case. but your gut instantly dropped when the two lines made it’s way to the small screen on the stick. nonononononononono—! why? why did this have to happen to you? you placed one hand on your lower abdomen, rubbing it in circles.

you shouldn’t abort your child. they didn’t do anything wrong, and you were the one who told him about wanting to be a mother one day, after all. all those times that you had treated the small kids at his soccer games so kindly right in front of him…it was only to be expected of that he was the one to ultimately get you pregnant.

oliver aiku.

captain of the U20 team, infamous womanizer, and annoying handsome asshole. and the man who just single-handedly ruined your life.

you’re slipping off the cool metal of the white gold band on your left ring finger, throwing it onto the floor and sitting down next to it, hugging your knees and letting out choked sobs. was the darry ring just another act of purposeful hurt, too? oliver wasn’t someone to settle down for a family life, let alone get married, so was the darry ring just to earn your trust?

and your mind flashes to the night you both broke up. that snowy night, where you had slapped him straight across the face, when you had screamed at him for cheating on you with another girl. one of his ex flings that told you that they hooked up again…while he was still dating you.

but now that you think about it again, why was he so quiet that night? wouldn’t he usually try to explain himself or try to make peace between the two of you?

you shake your head, picking up the ring from the floor and staring at it once again. adorned with diamonds and my love for you, he had told you when he first gave it to you. it was all a lie, it must have been. otherwise he would have never cheated on you.

———

november 6, 2018

“i was wondering if…um…”

“yes?”

you’re staring at the woman in front of you. she’s gorgeous, you think. oliver would probably leave you for her in a heartbeat. anri teieri are the boldly written words on her name tag. “if i do this job, of you know, being the manager of blue lock and all. would it be likely that i’ll be able to see oliver aiku?”

you had deleted his contact, blocked his email, and blocked all of his social media accounts when you both broke up. you couldn’t remember any of his information, either. and oliver being oliver, he wasn’t an easy person to reach. you eventually came to the conclusion to attend online classes for your college and work at blue lock.

“well, yes, it’s practically a guarantee. he’s the captain of the U20 team, after all. but, Miss…” anri looks down at your stomach, eyebrows knitted together. “are you sure you’re in any condition to work? especially cleaning up after and cooking for teenage boys? i don’t want you to injure yourself, especially with a baby. you’re—how many months in?”

“im at 1 month. 6 weeks, to be exact. and its babies. im having twins.” you muttered. “its alright, it can help me practice cooking and cleaning for the kids. you know how children are—they’re always either making messes or hungry.” you place a hand on your abdomen. “im sure it will be alright. but thank you for your concern, anri.”

“you’re 19, 3 years younger than me…oh, you poor girl. i’ll just need you to sign some papers first and make a few phone calls with mr ego, and we’ll be set.” anri shakes your hand firmly before a soft smile graces her lips. “you’ll be an excellent mother. don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“thank you.” you smile back meekly, preparing yourself for the days of hell of taking care of sweaty teenage boys. but hey, considering how you used to be the manager of your high school boys soccer team (with oliver on it, no less), you’re probably already used to it.

———

february 26 2019

“you need me to take over cleaning for you?”

barou sits down next to you, sliding a bowl of rice of some dishes (that are beneficial for pregnant women, you notice) in front of you. “if you don’t mind.” you reply, picking up a pair of chopsticks and beginning to devour the food.

“well, i was planning on doing so anyway. it’s not good for a pregnant woman to do any work, even if you’re only on your fourth month.” barou begins to eat his own portion of rice. “i already finished all of my training for the U20 match tomorrow anyways.”

“thanks, barou.”

after a fair amount of time, you’ve only told the people at blue lock who you knew wouldn’t freak out about you pregnancy: which wasn’t much. isagi, yukimiya, kunigami, barou, kurona, hiori, and nanase. you would only tell everyone else when your stomach grew a considerable amount, enough to single-handedly show that you were pregnant.

“you must be training hard to surpass isagi. that’s amazing, barou.” you begin, taking a glance at how barou wolfs down his food. he nods from under the bowl. you notice how he’s also less…irritated with you. at least, he always tries to be. even if you make a stupid mistake or dirties certain things that were once clean, barou takes one look at your abdomen before just cleaning it again. a classic gentleman—why the hell didn’t he have a girlfriend yet?

—

you couldn’t sleep that night. you moved the mattress up, you moved the mattress down, you pulled the blankets up, you pulled the blankets down. you opened the girls, you closed the lights. and yet you still couldn’t sleep.

finally, you began rubbing your stomach in circles. “my sweeties, tomorrow you’ll finally be able to hear your dad’s voice for the first time. and if all goes well, you’ll both be able to meet him when you’re both due in august.”

after a few more kicks and hushed promises, you could finally dear your eyelids growing heavy, and you began a dreamless rest.

———

february 27 (the day of the U20 match)

you sat on the bench of the changing room for the U20 team. blue lock had already won, and for privacy, the U20 team left the changing room, leaving only you and oliver inside after some negotiations. oliver’s eyes are fixated on you, and they can’t seem to pull away.

“oliver,” you began, sighing. “im going to make this quick because i know that you’re fangirls are too impatient to wait for you for so long. im pregnant,” you ignored the way that his jaw went slack. “your kids, twins, a boy and a girl. they’re both due in august. do you want both, should i have both, should we each raise one—“

“marry me.”

now it was your turn for your jaw to go slack.

“what—? but you fucking cheated on me!”

oliver’s lips pressed into a thin line. “i’ve cheated on tens of women before, but i’ve never once cheated on you. you’re the only one that i’ll never cheat on. akamei was just a liar who wanted me to take her back, but lying to the love of my life wasn’t the best way to go about it.

“i don’t blame you if you still don’t trust me, but at least let me marry you and let me be a good father to our kids. they deserve it, and you deserve it too for staying strong for months of being a single pregnant mom.”

tears began to pool at your eyes, and your chest felt tight. “fuck, since when were you so mature, oliver?” you threw yourself into his arms, soft sniffles escaping you and onto his shoulders.

“it’s not that im mature, i just really love you.”

———

january 3, 2025

“mama, did you and daddy have a fairytale love story too?”

your daughter olivia’s words make you freeze in your steps. after once against reading her a classic lover story (Cinderella) as a nighttime story, your daughter has been obsessed with them…not a good thing.

“of course they did! just look at them now!” your son oscar from right next to her replied. you gulped before nodding shakily.

“yep…yep! goodnight, guys! i love you both!” you scurried out of the room and into your shared room with oliver, where he laid relaxed on the bed.

“you seem tense.”

“yeah, olivia just fucking asked if we had a fairytale love story, no shit.”

“we did!”

“fuck you.”

———

FIN.

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sturniolosass · 11 months ago

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Sick - a Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summery - Nick and Matt are sick with Covid and you offer to come and help take care of them.

*fluff, like…pure fluff*

It’s Tuesday Night and you get a call from your boyfriend Matt letting you know he tested positive for covid, Your first reaction was to ask if he need anything medicine, soup, water. He had stated that he and the boys were fine without it and that you should stay home and rest but you insisted. So ending the call you decided to head over to him and his brothers home to help take care of all three of them.

Before heading to the house you decided to run to your local grocery store and grab a few things for the soup you’d be making and also a box of tea.

Once you checked out you started making your way to the house.

Once you arrived you knocked on the door urgently and saw Chris, you urgently pulled a mask over your face

“Yo! I’m good, i don’t have Covid…” he said

“ohhh oh my god, i thought all of yall were sick as fuck” you stated with a sigh of relief

“where are Matt and Nick?” you asked with a sense of panic

“they are both locked away in their rooms..i wouldn’t let them contaminate you” he laughed

“I don’t think it would matter hence i put myself in this situation. Wanna help me cook?” you ask Chris hoping he’d say no remembering his cooking history

“uhhhh im not sure you want that..” Chris replied

“you know what! you’re right” you replied rushing over to the stove

You put everything down on the counters before rushing around the corner hall to Matt’s room. Knocking on the door you say “Matt, are you hungry? How’re you feeling?” then listening in for a response you hear counting..

“1..2..3..4..5” Matt counts..

You call again “Matt?!”

Matthew then hurriedly opens the door wearing a mask he then says “what’re you doing here..? you’re gonna get sick! go home!” he rushing griefs to shut the door.. but your foot’s in between the hinges “i wanted to come and take care of you guys i know you guys don’t really know how to do that yourself.., have you even had any medicine..?” you ask worriedly “yea..” Matt looks around suspiciously “well no..but still i don’t want you getting sick, you should go home, coming here was sweet though i really appreciate you thinking of us honestly” he replies expecting you to leave which you do.. but not the house

Time to cook..

You grab all your ingredients and start making the soup. Onion, Celery, Garlic, Carrots, Noodles, etc.. once everything is cooking you decide to throw on a movie within the same time in which Chris decides to come up stairs from the ground floor… “sooo like, I know i’m not sick but that smells oh so yummy” he says in a weird yet entertaining voice “can i please have some too?” he begs. You look at him funny and reply “I mean.. i guess i’m trying to make enough so that there’s at least enough for two days..” he then notices the TV and asks “what is this? saltburn or some shit?” you look at him in disgust “No. it’s The Turning” you say matter of factly. “what is it about” he asks, “i don’t know for real, just some indie horror film” you tell, “oh alright well please let me know first when the food is done” he pleads. “whatever.” you say.

One the food is done you call up the guys one by one to grab a bowl. First Chris cause he asked so kindly, then Nick.. Once Nick comes down he seems fine, Then he starts coughing a lot, causing you to worry and offer him tea. He politely declines claiming to not enjoy tea that much. He then heads back upstairs and Matt comes out of his room after 5 minutes..

“Hey, I really appreciate you coming here and treating me and my brothers so sweet.. i was on the phone with my mom and she really thanks you because she can’t be here to do these things for us” he says lovingly smiling up at you with his cute little red nose from blowing it all day. “no problem, i love you guys a lot. you especially, so i have no problem with probably leaving here sick just to make sure you guys are ok” you reply. Matt them comes behind you whilst you’re stirring the soup on the low heat and gives your back a nice firm hug. “I love you” he says. At first you’re very caught off guard because that’s the first time he’s spoken those three words to you.. but coming to your senses you immediately respond “i love you too, Matt” in to which he smiles in the crook of your neck and kisses it. You turn and hug him back.

“Want some soup or tea?” you ask politely. “Sure, i’ll have some tea” he responds thankfully. “i already had food like a few hours ago. thank you though.” he adds. You pop a Peppermint tea in the keurig and he sits at the table. “i’m glad you’re here, i feel like i’ve been going crazy locked in my room all day.” he speaks. “I was counting my steps as i paced my room earlier because my apple watch felt i was being ‘lazy’ even though i’m quite frankly sick as all hell” he adds.. “hahaha yea i heard that, i was so confused” you reply coming in for a kiss in which he hesitates “i don’t wanna risk your chance of getting more sick” he states in to which you reply “the sickness is airborne, love. if im gonna get sick it’s gonna happen regardless. i’ve already stepped in the house.” leaning in you kiss his lips. The keurig finishes and you mix a little bit of honey in his mug and hand him the cup.

Nearing the end of the night you and Matt head into his room to relax, figuring you’d already be sick Matt invites you to stay the night knowing it shouldn’t get any worse from here unless you go home where your family lives. You both decide to watch a movie, Matt begging you to help him finish saltburn stating he was bored with it in the first 20 minutes. You oblige only to regret it seeing he’s only watched a small portion of the ‘weird’ movie, however you continue watching just to keep him company and watch him fall asleep comfortably in your arms...

The End :)

a/n: idk how i feel about the end of this.. but you know what, its my first and i’ll only get better as i keep going.. :)) THANKS FOR READING!

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5eraphim · 2 years ago

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You mentioned in the past that you thought yandere medic would be okay with sharing y/n with another person. How do you think that would go? maybe with heavy, since they’re so close? (If you aren’t doing request rn feel free to ignore this <3 have a good day )

anon,, my sweet beloved and treasured above all loving sentiment, if only you knew how long I've awaited this very ask....

I teased this idea way back (here, the first part obvi.). I've gone back and forth about going for it and writing out the prompt in full, as I think it would be very, very... enticing, and another one of those things I would love to read which must unfortunately start with a blank word doc. I wound up writing this to be rather light-hearted, but if anyone wants to see this scenario played out a bit darker, I'm open to the request!

But additionally, I know myself well enough as a person, and didn't really want to go through all that effort unless if was for a request, or unless I knew it would be for me and at least one other reader, because it feels only natural a multiple character x reader one shot should be long enough to give each character a decent enough feature, thus will (safe to say) always be much longer, and take much longer to write, than a regular x character oneshot. (If that makes any sense?) Anyhow, that's all to say, thank you, thank you, thank you ever so kindly for the ask, I really hope you enjoy how this came out, it was a pleasure to write. <3

Characters: The Heavy 🐻 and The Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Summary: Drunkenness and tenderness between comrades lowers inhibitions, let's hope your ambitions will rise to compensate.

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.

Word Count: 4.5k

MASTER POST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo: Delicate Weapon- Grimes)

"when I say eat me, I mean suck the bones clean, leave nothing for the waiting, leave nothing for the vultures, or the travelers to come." “vivisection (you’re going to break my heart)” by Marty McConnell from The Best American Poetry 2014, edited by Terrance Hayes and David Lehman.

While the mission wasn't technically over yet, the work for the day was, and thank God for that. The job was simple enough, nothing more than a little errand run, fetching some supplies to bring back to home base, not necessarily requiring the combined efforts of you, Heavy and Medic. Still, when you were requested to accompany the two, you immediately agreed. So while the work bored you, the company would make it all worth it.

While the mission wasn't technically over yet, the work for the day was, and thank God for that. The job was simple enough, nothing more than a little errand run, fetching some supplies to bring back to home base, not necessarily requiring the combined efforts of you, Heavy and Medic. Still, when you were requested to accompany the two, you immediately agreed. The work bored you, but the company made it all worth it.

The road down was straightforward enough, and collecting the supplies was just as effortless, but the trip back was less so. A sudden and severe thunderstorm forced the lot of you to find a room for the night to accommodate all three of you and your cargo. Along with a few beers picked up along the way, a little treat to celebrate a hard day's work. While typically, you knew drinking on the job wasn't professional, this was a special occasion, and you knew it would be back to work once you returned home, so you might as well enjoy it while it lasted. Finding a suitable room big enough for all of you on such short notice was a miracle, but this place suited you well.

Two double-wide beds, a radio, an armchair, a couch, and a little kitchenette with an ice box to keep the beer nice and cold while you took turns changing in the bathroom out of work clothes and washing up a little. You took the initiative to contact Homebase regarding the delay.

A part of you was so tired you wanted to crawl into bed right away, but you weren't about to deny yourself a nice cold beer with friends. To your surprise, Medic sat in the armchair beside the couch while Heavy sat on the sofa, leaving the only open space to unwind next to Heavy, which you reclined comfortably into. Considering how they were practically glued to the hip most of the time, you didn't understand why they didn't sit together now. Also, you didn't like how Medic's eyes seemed to follow you across the room as you sat down next to Heavy, doing your best to keep a respectable distance between you and Heavy.

For some time, you relaxed, talking, listening to the radio, one beer turning into two, and two into two and a half as you settled more comfortably into the couch, no longer holding yourself so austerely, relaxing a little. Your head eventually resting on Heavy's shoulder, he looked at you, "Comfortable?"

You nodded, his body mass was so burly, and you could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt, making you feel a little giddy. "You're too cozy- I wanna sleep right here."

"Still cold from storm? I warm you."

It wasn't a question. And without waiting for a yes, Heavy effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, sitting you sideways on top of his legs. With one arm slung over your shoulder and one under your knees, he pulled you into his lap, the overwhelming closeness feeling sudden, but he was still so temptingly warm and comfortable you didn't want to pull away.

"Feel better?"

You giggled, nodding your head as he ruffled your hair playfully, keeping one arm around your shoulders as you settled against the arm of the couch. Your eyes were closed, your head feeling all floaty as you felt his hand move from the top of your head to the side of your cheek. His hands, no longer concealed under his gloves, felt calloused but so gentle against your cheek. He moved subtly, decisively. You didn't even realize he moved your face to meet his until you felt his lips connecting against your own.

Without warning, you pulled away sharply with the awkward rigidity of a stranger. Your actions caught Heavy by surprise, allowing you to detach yourself without restriction, though you could see his confusion through wide, frightened eyes. In a moment, you were made shockingly aware of everything the alcohol so effectively blinded you to before now. It was that awkward, sinking feeling of becoming all too aware of your own body all at once, aware of the space you were taking up, of how much of your body was pressed up against the massive Russian you shared the couch with, the clammy sweat coating your palms, the tension in your joints, yet most of all the butterflies in your belly which intensified into something less than pleasant. All of this awkwardness made you feel suddenly insecure about yourself, your form, and your relation to the men around you; how could you have been so blind to this before? For goodness sake, these were your coworkers; it was your responsibility to keep things professional between the lot of you, a task you could not more thoroughly have failed at. It was humiliating to realize you folded after just a couple of drinks, even if Heavy was playing along; it all felt so wrong and too pushy. Not to mention the fact Heavy was a taken man. The truth made all the more grievous, considering his partner was sitting right there facing the two of you. While the guilt for what you'd just done made you want to hide your face in shame, it was impossible to keep from looking at Medic. However, to your surprise, he merely sat there watching the two of you, cocking his head to the side slightly, with a confusion matching Heavy's as though you were the one acting strangely here.

"Something is wrong?" Heavy inquired, his hand on your waist tightening slightly, likely in reassurance, unfortunately having the opposite effect. It felt too awkward to look Heavy in the eye or face him at this point. So instead, you kept your gaze locked on the floor before the two of you as you nervously tried to squirm your way off the larger man's lap. All to no avail, however, as Heavy's grip on you was cast iron, and you resorted to clasping your hands together on your lap, speaking as levelly as you could, using all your willpower to keep the emotions and alcohol from causing your weak voice to crack, "I'm sorry, Heavy. I think I've, um-overstepped here; I shouldn't have, y-you know… Well, I mean, I think I'll turn in now- it's so late, already…."

Your voice trailed off, and you hated how wishy-washy you sounded, betraying your will to stay strong, to appear rational and firm as any reliable comrade should.

Heavy was not convinced. "You were fine when I pulled you on my lap. Why so tired so fast?"

Forcing a nervous laugh and uncomfortable forced smile, you tried to turn to Medic for reassurance, but he stared back, eyes squinting slightly, matching Heavy's suspicion. "Must be the alcohol's catching up with me then-'' It wasn't a total lie, as you could've sworn you could feel the alcohol churning in your gut, almost taunting you, forcing you to remember just how much you'd drunk in such a short amount of time.

"Explain." Heavy looked at you and deadpanned, waiting for you to tell the truth. You tried to swallow, but your mouth felt dry.

"I mean, aren't you two-" The awkwardness melded uncomfortably with the guilt; how were you supposed to explain yourself in a situation like this? "I mean- but you two are together, aren't you?"

"And?" Heavy spoke bluntly, putting you right back on the spot. You sighed nervously, nibbling at your lower lip and turning your head to face Medic.

"I just, I-I know it's not my business, but I mean- I can't imagine you're alright with any of this-'' You thought you knew your friends well, but you never would've imagined winding up in a situation like this with the two of them. To your surprise, a smile spread across Medic's face.

"Of course I am! This was my idea, after all!" You merely blinked at him, not at all following what he meant by that.

"Huh? What do you mean, it was your idea?"

"Well…" You could see his eyes flick from you to Heavy, silently asking for some backup. Heavy's fingers began to rub comforting little circles over your waist, his other hand covering your own hands on your lap in a reassuring gesture.

"You're pretty and kind but sp shy. We thought a little experience would help." His blunt words took you completely by surprise.

"Experience?" You managed. Heavy nodded, not at all registering the shock on your face.

"What he means is-" Medic chuckled slightly, interjecting, amused watching how flustered Heavy's words made you. "We thought if we helped you with a little, let's say, physical bonding-"

You opened your mouth, ready to ask what exactly he meant by this, but he pressed on.

"Nothing too intense now- just a little intimacy to get you more accustomed."

You hated how vague he was being, but also, you'd be lying if you said you'd never thought of being in a situation like this before. Only in your wildest, most unrealistic dreams, or so you thought. The two men were handsome in their own ways, you'd known before you got to know them, but you never liked to dwell on such lewd thoughts. You always felt so guilty afterward; they were your friends after all, even if just in your thoughts, you knew it was wrong to think so lustfully of friends.

Sure, there was always a little lighthearted play-flirting occasionally, but you would never have tried anything serious with either of them. Your friendship meant too much to risk losing like that.

You felt Heavy kiss the side of your head, murmuring in a low, uncharacteristically quiet voice into your ear, "You're shy but not sneaky. I see how you look at Doctor behind his back. He says you stare at me also. Is this true?"

Your breath hitched when he began to trail his beautiful, massive hand from over your hands, snaking it up your belly until it cupped the side of your face, forcing you to focus on him and meet his eye. Heavy drank in every detail of your face before settling his eyes on your lips, waiting for you to answer, and with a trembling exhale, you spoke, "It is." Before he could wait no longer, closing the space between your mouths once again, his lips curling into a smirk just seconds before his parted lips connected with yours.

While you were still awestruck at the surrealness of the situation, you felt your reservations evaporating by the second. Finally kissing back, you allowed Heavy to deepen the kiss as he used his hand to push your head closer against his. His thumb brushed over your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin as you felt almost uncomfortably overheated. He moved slowly but so lovingly, using his tongue to dip into your mouth and taste you, sucking against your lips as you broke the kiss with hesitation, asking,

"Are you sure you want to go through with all this?" He nodded with a mellow smile as you continued, still feeling traces of nervousness clinging to you stubbornly. "I'd never forgive myself if I ruined our friendship, and I, uh-" Despite your awkwardness and hesitation, Heavy smiled at you so resolutely, so affectionately. Watching you as though you were the most beautiful person he'd ever beheld.

"I don't want to let you down here. You guys were right; I've got no real experience here… I don't know if I'll be any good at this." It was almost shameful to say out loud, but Heavy didn't even blink, playfully kissing your cheek.

"Don't think of that. It's your time to learn, not lead."

He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, the feeling almost ticklish, making you stifle a giggle. "Just lay back and look pretty. You'll do perfect." He pulled away a little, his hand on your waist, tugging at your shirt a little; only then did you see how blown out his pupils were, "Will you come to bed now?"

It was time to be decisive. The abruptness of the question caught you off-guard, but you had no idea if you would ever get a chance like this again. This was your moment; it was time to act or wish you had. You swallowed your uncertainty and nodded, finally removing your hands from your lap to help Heavy pull off your shirt before reaching out to touch his own top and about to do the same. But he gave you a look that made you pause.

"This one off too? It's not too much? We only go as far as you want." As praising as he was moments ago, his firmness and evident respect for your boundaries made you feel all the more loved. You took this as your chance to try and charm him, as he did so effortlessly to you.

"The shirt off is better; I mean, I've always wanted to get a look under these clothes." The sound of Medic chuckling beside you made you realize you'd almost forgotten he was there in the first place. It felt odd knowing he was so close, though if this was all his idea all along, you wondered where he factored into all this. Pushing that thought aside, you helped Heavy remove his shirt as you curled a little closer, your head resting against his chest, your hand on his shoulder as you softly kissed his skin, nuzzling to feel the delightful feeling of skin-to-skin contact as much as you could. "Heavy, your body is so warm. You feel amazing." Your words were mumbled, quiet, and practically smothered as you spoke without moving your head much from his chest. You could feel his chest rumbling with a low laugh, and when you felt his hips gently press a little closer against your body, but you didn't shy away. You could feel he was aroused and didn't doubt he knew you were too. You felt the warmth between your legs intensifying the longer you felt Heavy's bare skin against yours, your thighs squeezing tighter and tighter, and you swore you could feel a bit of wetness from the kiss alone.

"Will you take me to bed now? Please?" The neediness gave you a bit of confidence as you looked up at Heavy, who needed no further incentive. You leaned against him for support as you both rose, your hand finding his as you two walked to the bed, laying down. At the same time, Heavy lingered for a moment overhead, distracted by the curves of your body now spread out like a banquet before him, eyes looking everywhere but your face. Then, for a second, you felt a twinge of insecurity, "I won't lie; I'm still a little scared this is gonna hurt."

Instantly, this snapped Heavy's attention back to your face as he sat beside you on the side of the bed, his hand finding yours again as he spoke, "We only go as far as you want… We can stop now if-" You didn't talk, just shook your head no, moving Heavy's hand with your own to the waist of your pants. He looked at you one last time for assurance. However, you could practically feel his hand trembling in yours with anticipation before you guided him to unbutton your pants, helping pull them off you. At the same time, you slinked out of them and your underwear, kicking them to the floor.

Even against your thigh, his hand loomed intimidatingly, the size difference so beautiful, making you shudder, wanting this man more than ever. You were so distracted by his hands you didn't even hear Medic sneaking up behind Heavy until you heard him speak. "How precious you two look~" You jolted a little in surprise, seeing Medic peering down at you from behind Heavy with narrowed eyes glazed over with lust, shamelessly checking out your nude figure, now stripped perfectly naked in front of him.

"You didn't forget about me so soon, did you?" He asked in a faux-hurt voice, "You're doing so well. Are you ready to go a little further now?"

"I am." You spoke without hesitation, the burning between your legs intensifying almost painfully as you shyly parted your thighs, feeling cool air ticking your sweaty skin as Medic walked to the foot of the bed to get a better view before you sat up a little, pushing away from the headboard as Heavy got into bed behind you.

"Heavy is here, right behind. You will be safe."

Before now, you remembered how painfully tense you felt, but at this moment, you were put at ease, comforted at last by the presence behind you, no longer so overwhelmed. How foolish you were to think your relationship with the two men had to be strictly business, how blind you were to the pleasure the two men had to offer.

"We will stop at any time-"

You cut him off with a kiss as he settled at the head of the bed, "I know I'm no good at showing it, but. I want this. I've wanted this for so long. You two mean so much to me, and I trust you."

You were about to say, 'I love you,' but you held back. You didn't have the guts to say something so bold. But you hoped Heavy, as well as Medic, understood, despite your shy quietness. There was a minute or two of moving around, Heavy moving from his spot at your bedside to get behind you; he spread his thick legs to give you space to settle between. Finally, you were lying down, your upper back and head resting on his belly, noticing the bulge in his pants as it pressed not-so-subtly into your back. Despite the lewdness of it all, you let your head fall back a little; Heavy's body felt so solid and warm behind you, it almost made you want to skip everything and just cuddle up and fall asleep already, but you knew Medic wouldn't allow such a thing.

"I'll start nice and slow, just for you." Medic's words were deceptively sweet, almost enough to hide his lustful intent. Your throat felt too dry to speak, so you merely nodded, feeling the heat in the pit of your stomach intensify at this new position. He was condescending to you, and yet you didn't even have the inner strength left to respond. Medic moved over you, his hands resting on Heavy's thighs around your head to keep you nice and caged, right where he wanted you. He could see it written all across your face; you were getting turned on being obedient like this, submitting and letting them take the lead. He leaned his body down further, enough for you to feel the rub of his pants over your naked flesh, the odd sensation making you wince as he slotted his knee between your legs, the gentle contact alone enough to make you jolt a little, startled.

"Aww, I'm sorry. Did I scare you? You must be pretty needy down there, aren't you? Did Heavy do a good job getting you warmed up?" Medic could feel your chest rising and falling rapidly as you breathe deeper. He continued, "You've masturbated before, haven't you?" The question caught you off guard. You looked at Medic with wide eyes, feeling another throb of arousal, seeing his predatory grin, one you'd seen countless times in battle but appearing like never before, given the current position. He pressed his knee a little harder against you.

"Y-yeah, I've- a lot, I guess…."

"Did you ever think of it like this? Your pussy leaking all over me while you grind against me as hard as you can?" You keened, your hips rolling against his clothed thigh, the muscle bulging distractingly beneath the thin covering. It was humiliating to have him mocking you while you were powerless to defend yourself, yet still, you wanted even more. He laughed, amused by your lack of a response, as though your brain was already succumbing so quickly to your own lust you forgot how to form whole sentences.

"Does it turn you on when I dirty-talk you like this? I bet behind that pretty face, you're even more perverted than either of us." You grit your teeth, biting back a moan.

"Medic, w-why are you keeping your pants on?" He paused momentarily at the abrupt question, looking at you with an eyebrow raised as you rushed to explain yourself. "I mean, doesn't it feel- like, weird?"

"You want to see me undressed that bad, huh?" Medic responded. Of course, he wasn't wrong, but the self-satisfied look on his face stopped you from admitting he was right.

You shook your head, "W-well, I mean, aren't you uncomfortable under all that?" He grinned, seeing right through your bluff. But, even though he knew you were lying, Medic wasn't about to press you too hard on the matter.

"You'll understand once you get more experience. But, you know, it can be just as rewarding to stay dressed, to keep control-" He paused to trail a finger from between your breasts down, just below your navel, the light sensation causing you to throb with want against his thigh. Continuing in a low, almost antagonistic tone, "While your partner is a wet, needy, naked little mess beneath you." He could not more clearly be mocking you, but something about it had quite the effect on you. Medic knew just how to push your buttons, and it was driving you crazy.

He was about to say something when Heavy's voice from behind interrupted.

"Medic, be nice. This is first time. You're embarrassing her. Don't overdo it." Thank God there was a literal angel over your shoulder to watch over you and reign in his partner.

"Perhaps, but it looks like someone's enjoying it." He was about to move his hand lower when you interrupted,

"Medic?"

He stopped his hand immediately, eyes meeting yours as you continued, "Can I get a kiss first?" You felt awkward, making such a bashful request compared to how confidently he spoke. His face softened at this, nodding before leaning closer, your hands cupping his cheeks. It felt good to be the first to deepen the kiss, your tongue flicking over his lip as his mouth parted, allowing you to get a better taste. Then, without breaking the kiss, his hand began to move down again, his thumb finding your clit quickly, causing you to moan into the kiss.

Your mind went blank with pleasure at the stimulation, his thumb rolling softly over your clit as his other fingers deftly traced the exterior of your sex, collecting the abundant moisture and spreading it over the entrance while you throbbed beneath his fingertips. You felt an almost painful burning feeling as his fingers moved faster, lips working in rhythm against your mouth; far better than any fantasy you'd felt before.

Medic broke the kiss, "Do you want me to use my mouth? Are you ready for that?"

Without waiting, you nodded, "Please! It feels so good- please, please don't stop!"

"Just wait another moment- need to make sure you're ready," Medic spoke in a sweet, gentle voice, so sickeningly sweet you could practically feel your heartthrob. He pushed two fingers inside, and you couldn't help but buck forwards at the contact. Making Medic hum in satisfaction at your reaction. You could vaguely hear him chiding you for your impatience, but you were beyond caring at this point, and when you felt him tracing painfully slow little circles around your entrance, you whined out loud in annoyance.

"Will you stop teasing already and get on with it- Fuck!"

Medic looked genuinely shocked momentarily at how bold you were, but it didn't deter him. Instead, without waiting for another moment, he dove his face between your legs as you unconsciously spread your legs further for him, leaning back against Heavy for support, arching your back, feeling his hands on your shoulders to keep you steady; it wasn't long until you felt Medic's hands just above your knees, his breath fanning against your pussy.

But far be it from Medic to let you off so quickly, and you groaned out loud as you felt his tongue moving, intentionally moving up and around your clit, but refusing to make contact. You were dangerously close to digging your fingernails directly into Heavy's thighs. But you forced yourself to move one hand to the top of Medic's head, your fingers clutching his hair, trying to guide him into place while you ground against his face. When you finally felt his lips connecting with your clit you were practically sobbing with bliss, the feeling intensifying as he began to suckle against the swollen bundle of nerves.

"More, more- Oh God, please- More!" You were getting louder than you intended, but fortunately, the radio likely kept anyone from overhearing any of this, but you only got louder as he began to suck harder. His tongue lapped upwards, swirling against your clit, as he moaned into you, swallowing as much as he could. You felt feral. Like you were burning hot on the inside, but Medic kept tempo without issue. Finally, you could feel your climax coming on, rolling your hips even harder, unintentionally pulling his hair just as fiercely. Still, if he was bothered by this, he didn't say anything, slurping contently as you finally felt the end coming on. And you trembled, feeling your body awash in ecstasy as you succumbed to the blinding pleasure between your legs.

It was an embarrassingly long time until you managed to catch your breath, the gap in experience between you and them becoming painfully obvious once again. Your throat felt so dry and scratchy from your heavy breathing and moaning, much like a scorched throat from pushing yourself in physical training. Though other than that, you were in a situation unlike any you'd known before. Naked, slick with your own sweat, your mind still tipsy and unstable from your orgasm.

You could feel Heavy's hand petting at your hair from behind, and you couldn't help but swoon, feeling so supported and intimate with him after such a perverse moment. "You look so pretty when you come." There was an edge in his voice, and you thought he was indirectly asking if you wanted to go again, but you were too tired, too used up to think about doing this all over again. You didn't know how to respond; thankfully, Medic spoke first.

"It would be a shame if we kept this a 'one-time-thing,' wouldn't you agree?" And you felt your headrush, this evening felt too good to be true, nothing less than a dream come to life, but the promise of more was all the better. Nodding, you focused your gaze on Medic as he moved from between your legs; you responded, "So long as it's ok with you, I'd never want to come between things-"

You felt like a rag doll, limp and being pulled lifelessly by the other two, Medic facing you, arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. "Don't worry about it; you're the one with much more to learn here." You felt Heavy's enormous arm pull the both of you tighter into his chest. And at this moment, sandwiched between the warm bodies of two men you cared more about than anyone else in the world, you prayed the night would never end.

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hiiiiii i can’t stop thinking e being a whole Lover and it made me so curious about their family history and their relationship with both parents. i just find their character so refreshing cause they grew up with just their dad but here they are still wanting a partner they can commit to and eventually get married to and UGH i’m so in loveeee

Oo, yes! E is such a hopeless romantic. Love letters? They’ll write them. Notes around the house for you to find? They’ll definitely do. Doing the absolute most for the holidays and their lover’s birthday? Yes, yes and yes!!

They’re such a delight <3 soo I’ll leave a bunch of E facts under the cut because E’s family is my fave!

E’s dad, Javier, is Colombian and their mum, Rosalie is Canadian. E was born in Toronto, but they moved around a bit because of Javier’s footballing career and then they all moved to London when E was 9.

Surprisingly, Javier and Rosalie ended up getting a divorce when E was around 14. I say surprisingly because they definitely could’ve stayed together and even now they’ll call the other the love of their life.

Despite the divorce, Javier and Rosalie were and will always be the best co-parents! They have healthy communication, always put E first, and actually don’t mind being around each other—to the point where you wouldn’t even notice that they’re divorced.

^ I think this is where E’s love for love stems from. They know their parents are good together, hopes one day they’ll end up back together, and thinks ‘I’d love to have my own relationship like theirs, just without the breaking up part’.

If you’re to ask E who their favourite parent is, they’d say they love them both equally. But Rosalie knows it’s Javier and deep, deep down Javier knows it’s him too.

E and Javier just have the most amazing relationship. They’re super close and they’ve always been like that, and Rosalie has just accepted that because she loves E’s relationship with their dad.

Javier dad jokes like, “E, you’re my favourite, talented child.” “…I’m your only child.”

E knows Spanish fluently, they know a bit of French.

^ Rosalie always jokes that when E and Javier speak in Spanish around her they’re talking about her.

Soo, Rosalie’s back living in Canada (mostly because she misses home but also because she’s a film director and she’s directing a film over there). E regularly visits her when they can too.

And every Friday E and Javier have dinner together, and they FaceTime Rosalie so the three of them eat together.

Rosalie also being the one to encourage Javier listen to E’s explicit ‘Wild Ace’ album like, “Jav, you always support E with their music” “I do, but just because I’m not going to listen to this album doesn’t mean I don’t support them”—after a couple of months Rosalie won’t let it go so Javier has no choice.

His opinion about the album is that the songs are catchy but…yeah, explicit and not parent friendly!!

I imagine an interviewer asking E “is your wild ace era over?” and E would laugh and say yes, along with “the album was basically a retelling of all the scandals the media likes to write about me, along with me telling a few people to, uh, kindly fuck off. so, yes, the wild ace era is over…mostly for the sake of my dad’s blood pressure.”

But when E’s confidence does falter and the media does get to their head and they start overthinking, then their parents are super sensitive and motivating and they have the right words to tell them.

Javier and Rosa know about E’s occasional one night stands and sometimes Rosa will say to E, “I was married twice by your age” and E would smile and say, “and you’ve now been divorced twice, this isn’t turning out to be a good love lesson from you, is it?”

^ But they also know how much E would love to have a real relationship, so when E’s actually in a relationship and their parents know—Rosa and Javier have so many questions like “are they treating you well?” “are you happy?” “I will be pissed if they even think about breaking your heart.”

#ask #e acevedo #I feel like I have a dozen more facts but this is already long #nikka 🫶🏼

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good-beans · 6 months ago

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Good-beans, one of my dearest mutuals on this site ever! Hello hello!!! It has been...way too long...!!! Ahhh, I sincerely hope you've been doing well. ;.; I don't know if you even remember me at this point since it's been SO LONG since I've really been on here much but I've been thinking of you so much lately and I needed to crash into your inbox to tell you why: I finally watched Mob Psycho 100.

And I see, so, so much, why you love and adore it and seem to continue to love and adore it based on your header (which I saw and excitedly snapped my fingers and said "THERE'S THE GOOD-BEANS I STILL REMEMBER!" XD ♥ I kept thinking of you the entire time I was watching the series because you are the one I associate so much with MP100 because of how often you talked about it and posted media from it and whatnot and I just cannot thank you enough for cementing the show in my brain as a potential thing to watch because it has become one of my hall of fame series now that, many years later, I finally sat and watched it. I am still crying over what happened in season three and I just. WOW!!! Anyway, I just had to come pay homage to the one who all those years ago got the series in my brain and who I kept thinking of as I watched it. ♥ Plus it's just been long overdue that I stopped by, said hi and reminded you of how awesome you are!!! ♥ (And if you don't remember me then well, consider this just a reminder in general that you're awesome and cool and to let nobody tell you otherwise!!! ♥) Sending you all my best wishes and I hope you're taking care! ♥ Yours sincerely, Moon

Moon!!! Moon my beloved, omg hello!!!

Of course I remember :D I try not to get too sad when mutuals disappear for a while because most of the time it just means they're touching grass unlike me asdfsdfd -- but still, I've thought of you and wondered if you were doing well. You have such a memorable energy and positivity, I definitely could never forget! Your messages always brought a smile to my face, they really inspired me! I hope life has been, and currently is treating you kindly <3

And WAAUUGGHHH excuse me while I go and sob and rocket into the sun??? I'm so excited that you watched it! It really is such a beautiful and fun story -- even if I'm into other media, it has permanently altered my brain chemistry and I'll never get over how much I love it. Though I don't expect everyone to be as insane about it LOL, it's so great to hear you enjoyed it!!!!

And also??? I'm thinking of that line in Glass Onion about knowing you've made it in life when you're "remembered in the same sentence as the Mona Lisa" or something, and YOU KNOW this is the same to me 😭 I couldn't ask for a higher honor than being That Mob Psycho Guy you thought of while watching 😭😭😭 I warn you this knowledge will go straight to my ego...

This message made like my whole year asdfvgh thank you 🥺❤️ Whether you're just popping in or tumblr has dragged you back in, it was really nice to hear from you!! You have a wonderful rest of your day/night ✨️

#'of course i remember' <- says the girl who has never remembered anything ever #but really! if youre niceys to me we are bonded for life and i would kill a man for you 😤👍 its so nice to hear from you!#i was actually just looking for some old echoes things the other day and came across some of your berkut analyses and was getting #excited over it again asdfsdf #i realize i didnt put it in the main post but ive been good!#graduated college and working on grad stuff now - and i have an interview this week that im getting hyped for 👏👏👏#im still writing and drawing!!#i let a new media absolutely take over my brain for the past year and a half but aint that just the way 😂#hoping the same for you haha #no pressure but. uh. if you ever want to chat mp100 im HERE 👀#my beloveds 🥦#rose rambles

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matrixxsystem · 8 months ago

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Terrapin Soup Part 4 (1/3)

After a bit more time at the park Usagi packed his things and took Leos hand as he led him towards his house, "Y'know. I'd been thinking, about out chat the other night." He started as Leo used his free hand to text his brothers that he'd be out late again tonight. To no ones surprise. "Oh? Which part were you thinking about." "Us being boyfriends. Of course, I know you'd meant it more in a.. Pretend situation." "Right.. I mean, it'd be a little weird to date someone you just met that day. I mean we'd been talking for a while but I couldn't just ask you something like that forward as soon as we met and-" "You're rambling." "Hm? O-Oh.. Sorry I uh.." "It's alright, I find it kind of.. Endearing."

"Is.. That a good thing?" Usagi chuckled giving his hand a little squeeze, "Yes Leo, it's a good thing. Endearing means to inspire affection. I like listening to you. Which brings me back to what I was saying. If you'd like, I think it would be beneficial for us to date. But as an honest couple rather then a mask to deter suspicion." "Beneficial..?" He asked, raising a brow and hoping his face markings would be enough to hide any blushing. "Yes. On each of our ends we'd be supplied with plenty of alibis, someone to collaborate with, and a real relationship with someone who shares many of the same preferences. Seems like a fair deal, seeing as neither of us mentioned having feelings for someone else prior to this agreement. And seeing how your family already has a good impression of me it'd be easier for us to stick with each other for a while instead of trying to find someone else, and slowly trying to ease them into these kind of.. Dietary preferences. And... You aren't exactly awful to look at so, that would be a plus as well.." Leo laughed a bit hearing the last bit, his eyes scanned over Usagi, having already called him hot it wasn't a lie to say something similar.. And they already had quite a bit in common. Who else would like him as he was? Who else would treat him as kindly as Usagi had? Probably no one.. "Well you make a solid argument, but I would've said yes if you asked me out normally too y'know~"

"Well, far from normal seems to be our thing. Why bother with it?" "I love how you think.."

-_-_-_-

Once the brothers set foot on the other side of the portal they headed off to do their own thing, doing their daily training exercises then right to goofing off as usual till later that day when Leo finally texted letting them know he wouldn't be home till later that night. [R (Raph) D (Donnie) M (Mikey) for texting]

R; 'Hey what are you all up too'

M; 'I'm writing down the pizza puff recipe for the next time we see Leos boyfriend'

D; 'At the moment I'm doing some upgrades, why do you need something?'

R; 'I mean, it's not like important or anything. I just. So what did you think of Usagi?' D; 'You wanna gossip about Leos boyfriend? I mean hey I'm all for it I love drama but it's kinda random'

M; 'Yeah I thought he was great! Oh! And he's soooo fluffy too! Did anyone else get to touch his fur I'm so jealous we aren't mammals :C'

R; 'I don't wanna gossip! I was just wondering.. If anyone else got like... A weird feeling' D; 'I mean he didn't like. Impress me, but he was better then most guys Leo's been fanning over lately, and he's real so I can't ask for much else. And he did bring us food, that was an unnecessary kindness. Why? Did you get a weird vibe?' R; 'I dunno.. I mean not really I just.. Raph's brain is thinking a lot right now.' M; 'Well tell Raph that Dr. Feelings says it's okay to be conflicted, just don't overthink it okay? He's our brother so it's normal to feel a little uneasy about him going off with someone else, but you can't let that feeling interfere with something that makes him happy if there's no tangible sign of danger' R; 'I guess you're right.. It's just weird. He's not here that often anymore and I mean he's here for missions and stuff but don't you guys miss him?' D; 'I don't usually interject when emotions are involved but I think I have something to contribute, this once.'

D; 'When we were younger me and Leo made a promise, an oath if you would. To always be there for each other, no matter how mad we were or how far away, we'd always be brothers and always have each others shells. Even to this day that idiot still stands behind me when we get attacked as if its second nature to cover me even I wear my battle shell. Despite his absence from recent activities, I don't feel like he's MIA in our lives, because I know that if I need him he'll be there, in the most flashy and annoying way mind you, but still.'

M; 'Awww Dee :'3c ' R; 'That was.. Surprisingly heartfelt. Thanks Dee.' D; 'Mhmm are we done here I need to keep this core stabilized or it could blow up so Imma brb' R; 'I'm sorry what-?' -_-_-_-

Usagi led Leo into his house, not far from the garden they'd had lunch in. It looked surprisingly normal, its was a mix of a modern New York style house and a Japanese apartment. Leo smiled a little as he was led in, he wasn't sure why but his mind had made up this dark and ominous house he thought Usagi would've lived in that sort of unnerved him, but this of course was the much more realistic place. "Please make yourself comfortable, my teacher is the houses owner but he is not here often, and will not mind if I have guests. He is a tall lion yokai, which may look a bit intimidating but he's harmless." Leo nodded, glancing towards the kitchen as he listened. "You can look around if you'd like?" "Hm? O-Oh, no it's alright. I was just.. Curious." Usagi chuckled and took Leos hand again leading him into the kitchen, it was surprisingly clean- Well.. Usagi did say he liked to be organized. He mentally cursed himself out for thinking such harsh things about Usagi and what kind of things he might do in his own time. "I like that you're curious." He said with a little smile, letting go of his hand to show him around, "It's no fun to sit in silence. Ask anything you want, and I will answer." "..You will, no matter what it is hm?" "Correct, as long as I'm comfortable doing so of course." Leo nodded, leaning against the island counter in the kitchen, "Do you cook regular stuff and.. Other stuff, in a separate place?" Usagi went to the other side of the counter leaning forward, "That would waste time, I do all food prep here. And in the basement where we have a bigger freezer, but it's also very well kept down there." "Oh? What kind of prep do you need to do there?" Part 4.2 Part 1

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WIFEY! i woke up rolling off my bed and landed on a back scratcher that was on my floor and now there’s a dent in my knee LMAO. your wife is not only a sleepy, silly girlie, she’s also a clumsy girlie. i’ve also been incessantly crying over your messages it’s fine 🥲

but i’m sorry to hear about that, i’m glad to hear it was almost and not did get into a car accident, even then i don’t know if you suffered from whiplash or anything but as long as you're safe and unharmed, i’m happy. i do feel bad for the person who randomly broke down, especially on the freeway, hope they’re ok too :(

i have family that lived in the midwest and can attest to how brutal the cold and snow is, and yes driving must’ve been an absolute nightmare! another reminder to my snookums to stay warm on all fronts bundled up, and eat warm foods (soup!!!!!!) 🥰

AND THANK YOU for hosting the swap and for your recs! given your impeccable tastes i know i will enjoy them thoroughly, and i can’t get over how well-detailed your descriptions of each and why you love them, i’m excited to read them!

i have to say one thing i’ve always loved about your fic reblogs is your in-depth analysis i.e. the screenshots and highlights of particular excerpts that stood out to you and loved, there’s truly no one like you 🥹 and for you to that to something i wrote??? I’M HONOURED, AND I’M SOFT NOBODY TOUCH ME I’M A SOBBING MESS wait no please hug me 😭 i am absolutely in love with your love and care for others, and that has shown in your feedback to others and your check-ins, thank you for your sweet words and support <3

as i’m typing this i just got your message, (don’t feel pressured to respond to this!) do as you please, i’m honoured, thank you for the follow!!! <3 and once again thank you for your sweet words on How It’ll Be, i’m shrieking!

i hope the rest of your week is productive and your weekend is well spent and restful! i’m so proud of you!!!! in the meantime, i’m sending you all my love, all my kisses, all my hugs, and cuddles 🤍🤍🤍

also, my internet is being a little silly billy so i don't know if this message was sent the first time, i'm hoping not 🫠

lastly, i’d like to inform you that you have permanent residence in a very special place in my heart where I have you safely tucked in and you are not allowed to leave (there are snacks, i promise) 🫢 in all seriousness, hope you’ve had a wonderful day and night and i love you endlessly my darling wife, treat yourself kindly, always! 🥰

my sleepy, silly, clumsy, beautiful wifey! I'm sorry your rolled off your bed, but I'm assuming it's because you had such a pleasant dream, so I hope it was at least worth it. and if not, I'm kissing the little dent on your knee to heal it if it isn't fully healed already!

I'm totally safe from the near accident, it sounds more dramatic than I'm making it sound and the person who stopped seemed to be fine physically. hoping they were able to move to safer location and get their car fixed because it didn't seem like anything was wrong (which is good).

thank you for participating in the fic swap! I still have yet to read the rest of the fics you recommended, been a busy and distracted girl this week, but they are still on my radar and I'm very excited!

I try to leave more in-depth comments whenever I can just because I feel like I can better express myself doing that instead of spamming the tags LOL. I got inspired by another mutual I have on here who does it often, so I can't take credit for it! I just want to show how much I appreciate the writers on here because I feel like we (as a Tumblr community) don't do that enough!

I never want to leave this safe space I have in your heart! 🥹 I am the most cozy and comfortable there and I'm not leaving for anything (so you better get used to me lol). I love you so so dearly my snookums, always thinking of you even when I'm away! I hope you had a relaxing and/or productive weekend and that these last few weeks of 2023 go by smoothly. love you so much thea ♥️

#my lovely thea #lovely moots #wifey's love letters

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screpa · 2 years ago

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Your Steamy Birthday Celebration (Pt. 3)

Summary:

Your boyfriend Bertolt wanted to gift you three perfect days as your birthday gift. He asked Sasha to ask you about your kind of perfect day. Sasha managed to make you treat her and the girls (Mikasa, Krista, Ymir) to a girls' night out at the bath house. The guys - Jean, Reiner, Armin, and Connie – decided to help out but ended up embarrassing Bertolt. So, what did the gentle giant had in store for you?

Chapter summary:

Bertolt surprised you with a mini vacation as your birthday gift. Bertolt suddenly transformed into a charming and confident man that you were completely under his control.

Tags: Mature, sexual tension, cute date.

Read here or on AO3, up to you ^^

Here are the 1st and 2nd chapters if you missed it ^^

Under Bertolt's Control

The next morning you found your sweet boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance of the women’s dorm. You grabbed his arm in excitement and said, ‘Good morning, sweetheart. So? Where are you taking me?’

He restrained himself from kissing you as people are around. He toussled your hair instead. ‘Well, have you packed your stuff?’

‘Yeap, enough for 3 days, 2 nights! So, where are we going?’

‘You’ll see when you get there’. He playfully pressed the tip of your nose.

You faked a pout, ‘Well, let’s go then!’

Turned out that he took you to one of the districts within wall sina. You’d been there before numerous times, but it felt different, well, more impressive now that you were there without any duty in mind.

You were busy admiring the buildings and the beautiful people that you just followed wherever Bertolt was guiding you toward.

He stopped in front of one of the row houses. There was a sign engraved with ‘Lisbeth’s Inn’ on top of the entrance door.

‘Let’s go in,’ Bertolt smiled as he invited you to follow him.

A homely middle-aged woman greeted the both of you. ‘Welcome to Lisbeth’s Inn, how may I help you?’

‘I reserved one of your rooms for a couple of days? Under the name Bertolt Hoover?’

‘Ah, yes, Mr. And Mrs. Hoover, please follow me to your room’.

‘Ah, we’re, we’re not–,’ Bertolt stammered.

You cut him short, ‘That’d be lovely, Ma’am’.

He looked at you, confused.

The woman took you to the second floor and showed your room. It wasn’t a room. It was more like a tastefully decorated apartment. It had a living room with a small balcony, a small dining area, a bathroom, a bedroom.

You were speechless that your boyfriend was treating you like nobility.

The woman said kindly, ‘I hope you like the apartment. It’s perfect for newly-weds like you’.

‘We–‘

You blurted before Bertolt could say anything, ‘it’s perfect, Ma’am! We’re going to enjoy our stay here!’

‘Please, let me know if you need anything. You can inform the kitchen, located near the entrance, if you want to eat. We always have warm food ready for our guests. I take my leave now’.

‘Thank you, Ma’am’.

When the woman closed the door, you went to hug Bertolt and pecked him all over the face.

You kept both of your hands on his cheeks. He circled his arms on your waist.

‘You’re going way and beyond this time, sweetheart! What’s gotten into you?’

He sheepishly answered, ‘I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday. It’s two days late, but happy birthday, my love’.

You didn’t even remember it was your birthday. You hugged him closer and thanked him over and over.

He said, ‘the others helped too. The girls gave the idea after talking to you. And the guys, well, they helped in their own way. Jean and Connie prepared a gift for you. Let me take it’.

‘So that’s why the girls were curious about a perfect day with you’.

‘Yea, I knew that I won’t be able to fish out the information without you suspecting anything. I took you out here, far away from the headquarter, so that we can be free being ourselves’.

‘And do what man and wife do?’ You asked him teasingly.

‘Oh, ah, that, well,’ he stammered nervously.

‘Re-laaaax, sweetheart, I’m not asking you to marry me now. Not pressuring you or anything’.

‘Ah. Well. Just know that it’s not that I don’t want to marry you. I want to! That’s the one thing that I really, truly want to do, but not here’.

‘Not here?’

Bertolt realised his mistake. He couldn’t reveal that he actually wanted to take you back to Marley and spend the remainder of his life there as your husband. He was speechless as he didn’t know what to say.

‘You meant not now?’ You asked.

‘Y- Yea, that’.

You smiled and pulled him close.

‘Remember this, I’m not pressuring you to settle down, okay? I thought it’d be nice to just live like a married couple while we’re here. So we just go all the way while we’re here’.

He caressed you cheeks, ‘I’d like that. And know that I’m not pressured. I want it to be a reality too’.

You kissed him tenderly.

He said, ‘now, the gifts!’

He handed a parcel with a sketch books, some pencil and charcoal.

‘That’s from Jean and Connie. Jean said that you might want to save some moments as drawings’.

‘Ah! That boy knows me too well!’

‘And this one, this is from me’.

‘Whoa! You’ve given me so much already! What’s this?’ You tore the wrapping paper and found the most beautiful yellow frilly dress. You gasped. You haven’t worn anything like that before.

‘Go and try it on’.

‘Oh, o-okay’.

You went into the bedroom and change. You looked at your reflection as you put on the dress. It was a perfect fit. You’d never felt so beautiful before.

‘Wow!’ You heard him admiring you.

You turned around to see him in a half-unbuttoned white shirt and dark blue pants. He looked so perfect that you went speechless.

He stood by the door with confidence. So unlike him at all. Not that it bothered you. It was just that you suddenly felt nervous.

What’s this? You asked yourself. You were never nervous around him. You were always in control while he would be the shy and devoted one.

He approached you. His walk, his posture, his facial expression screamed self-assurance and confidence that you felt your knee weakening as your entire being swooned over him.

He pulled you close and kissed you passionately. He pushed your mouth open with his lips, his tongue rushed in to meet yours, he took you deeper into his mouth. The kiss further weakened you, but he pulled your body into his and you went mad with desire.

But he suddenly stopped, abruptly severing you from pleasure.

He told you in a low, seductive voice, ‘I will have you. Later’.

You whimpered.

He took your hand and gently guided you out of the apartment.

You could only blindly follow him.

Once outside, Bertolt went back to his usual boyish self. He cheerfully asked you what you wanted to do first.

Your body was still hungry for him, viciously protesting for the sudden interruption.

Then you saw his muscled chest peeking from the unbuttoned shirt, his exposed skin continue to his long pillar of a neck, to his alluring adam’s apple that you just want to nibble. Then his face, though no longer carrying a masculine confidence like a few minutes ago, looked so exquisite that you just want to plant wet kisses on it.

‘… What do you say? Y/N?’

You were drowning in lust that you didn’t hear him.

You saw him holding your canvas tote bag and you roughly took it from him.

He jumped a bit, but you didn’t care. You frantically searched for the sketch book from Jean and Connie, took it out and started to fan yourself with it.

You need to cool down. Cool down. Cooool down. All in good time, Y/N, breathe, you told yourself.

‘A- are you okay?’ He asked you, concerned.

‘Of course not! Let’s just start walking okay,’ you snapped at him, continuing to fan yourself.

He chuckled innocently. It was an act. He knew full well that you were under his control now.

He gently took the sketch book from you and put it back in the bag. He slung the bag on his shoulder and locked your hand in his.

Both of you walked along the streets, going to where the shops and cafes were located. The walk helped to ease the sexual tension. Both of you browsed the merchandise on sale, chat about nothing and everything, just enjoying each others’ company.

You caught a whiff of fragrant coffee scent. You looked around to find its source and found a coffee shop. You tugged at his shirt toward the place. You told him to take a seat in shop’s patio as it was a perfect spot for people watching. Plus, the weather was too beautiful to be cooped up inside.

You wanted to be the one ordering the sweets since Bertolt tend to order ‘just enough’ when you preferred to have more! You took your time choosing since there were just too many good selections.

The shop keeper would bring the coffee and sweets to you later, so you went out of the shop. You found Bertolt sitting and chatting with an attractive, busty blonde, who was standing way too close.

Back in the Regiment, he was a hidden gem among the brutes, but now in his civilian clothes he suddenly became Mr. Hot and Steamy that women couldn’t help noticing.

What was that you saw? The woman giggled and dared to squeeze his arm. Her hand stayed way too long on his arm! While he... He didn’t flinch at the touch!

You were raging mad!

You somehow managed to control yourself. Without a word, you took a seat opposite him. You pretended to people-watch.

‘Your sister’s beautiful, just like you!’ She said in a husky voice.

You gripped the edges of the table so hard that the tip of your fingers turned white.

‘She’s my wife, but I agree that she’s beautiful,’ Bertolt cheerfully told the woman.

‘Oh, I see,’ the woman replied with clear disappointment. ‘I wish you both an wonderful day then. Ta-ta’.

You made a face while quietly repeating her flirty ‘ta-ta’.

You then stared him in annoyance. He stared back at you with his innocent, adorable face.

He was saved by the arrival of the coffee and sweets.

Once everything was placed neatly on the table and you were left alone, you aggressively stabbed at one of the cakes and bit it in half. You kept looking at him while you chew, openly showing your anger. But he kept his innocent expression and sipped his coffee.

You were still holding the fork with half of the cake stuck to it.

He said, ‘I also want to have a bite of that’.

You were going to deny him that pleasure, but he gently grab your hand directed it toward his mouth. He took a bite, ‘mmm, so good!’.

You gulped. That moan was too provocative for a mere piece of cake.

‘Oh, some of the cream dropped to your wrist. We can’t have you dir-ty’. He put extra emphasis on the word dirty. Then he slowly licked the cream from your wrist. His hot, wet tongue traced the sensitive area of your wrist.

You felt hot lava erupting from between your legs.

You suddenly turned very shy toward him. You stammered incoherently and pushed the fork and the cake into his hand. You rubbed your whole arms to get rid of the goosebumps.

He just smiled toward you and finished the cake in one bite, as if nothing had happened. Then he started to people-watch, sipping his coffee once in a while.

You couldn’t take a sip your coffee. You were too busy regulating your breath and trying to ease the wave of lust that came back with a vengeance.

‘Should we have dinner at the inn tonight? The lady mentioned about beef stew. Sounded so good, right?’ he asked.

How could I think about food right now!!! You screamed in you head.

‘Yea, sure’. You said matter of factly.

Before we head back, we should get some ingredients for breakfast. I feel like having your muffins for breakfast.’ The way he said ‘muffins’ made you think if he meant it as a pun.

‘Sure’.

‘I’ll ask the shopkeeper to pack the sweets. Be right back’. He gathered the sweets and went into the shop.

You started to fan your face with your hands. Darn it, woman, get a grip! You scolded yourself.

You tried to act normal when shopping and during dinner. All you wanted was to get back to the apartment and have him in you.

But, for some reason he was frustratingly slow in everything that he did.

He selected eggs like his future depended on it. He inspected them one by one. Then he scooped the flour little by little, making sure that the weight was exact. The same when he picked the blueberries and bananas. He even had the audacity to ask the shopkeeper to explain how to choose the best vanilla pods.

During dinner, he chewed so slowly, savouring every bite. Sipped and swirled the wine in his mouth. You were too impatient that both the food and wine tasted like sand to you.

Finally! He was done. You grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the stairs. But he saw the lady of the inn and stayed for a chat. You stood by the stairs, stopping yourself from banging your head to the wall with all your might.

He said goodnight to the lady and started to walk up the stairs. Leaving you behind. You were fuming mad!

He went into the apartment, straight into the living room.

You closed the door and rested your head on it. You were too angry now. You just wanted to wash up and go to bed.

You saw him standing in the middle of the living room, his back to you. He looked so relaxed, both of his hands in his pocket.

You told him in annoyance, ‘I’m going to wash up and go to bed. Good night!’

He half-turned his body toward you and told you in a gentle, but reprimanding voice, ‘I don’t think so’.

His confident face stared at you.

You started to feel nervous and shy again.You felt goosebumps on your arms. You were unsure of how to react, so you just stood there looking at him.

He slowly walked toward you, still with hands in his pockets, locking his eyes on yours. ‘I remembered perfectly well that I said I will have you later’.

He stood towering in front of you. He grabbed the small of your back to pull you closer, pressing your body against his. He added, ’that later, is now’.

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Things are heating up in part 4, let's go!

This story is part the "Detours to Your Heart" series, comprises of stories of your friendship and slow burn romance with Levi Ackerman. You build many interesting relationships with other AOT characters, such as ambiguous friendship/ romance with Hange Zoe, a whirlwind romance with Bertolt Hoover, sibling-like relationship with Jean Kirstein, and many more!

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sat-oru · 10 months ago

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Hello kei !! Hope your days are treating you kindly :)

Just got a little selfship question for you + your man kento , do you both like to read? If so, what genre? And where and when, typically do you like to read (in which setting too)? Cuddle in blankets while reading ? :3

hiii rose! my days have been great and I hope your days treat you kindly as well (every single day!) i love this question hihi >///<

me and kento love to read! id say he prefers non fictional books, thrillers and classics! books like gogol or any heavy content books really (ion get how he manages to read so many of them…kudos to him really) and of course, he does read some fiction time to time as well, like fantasy or literary fiction!

well for me, i am a romance girly! i be reading anything with romance, be it a fantasy themed book or modern one hehe! kento does read some of the stuff I’ve recommended him (not his cup of tea but he didn’t hate it!) sometimes we roast the characters for their silly actions in books together because romance book characters does some questionable choices 🤨

he can read books anywhere in any setting except if it’s chaotic, he just gets immensely bothered because he can’t focus lmao but his favorite one is on the bed, leaning against a pillow with the night lamp on and the blanket covering his lower body. he’s just so comfortable like that and the same goes for me as well, i can’t read sitting on something hard, gotta be soft!

ALSO! kento absolutely loves to read with me tucked against him, with my head on his chest and his arm around me as he reads while we both are under the blanket (rubs hands together sheepishly) sometimes he reads aloud for me as well which I absolutely love (he does that only if I’m not reading myself) his voice is so comforting even if he’s reading some thriller books, heck he reads horror if he feels like it! imagine hearing some scary stuff like “he saw a slinky tall creature in the dark with no face with glowing eyes” man id be petrified but I know I’m safe with kento >< we also tend to discuss the book he (or me) reads while in that setting, which is such a precious moment to us •ᴗ•

this got a bit long my bad😭

#i love questions about my selfship with kento #they’re so fun i can’t help but reply immediately #thanks so much for asking me this rose i love all the questions you give about me and kento mwah #with love ᢉ𐭩 nanakei

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onlyswan · 11 months ago

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hi sweet art! it’s been a while since I’ve messaged you!

How are you doing dear? I hope the world is treating you kindly <3

I haven’t had a chance to read a few of your newer drabbles but I am going to sit down and read them all tonight, and I’m so excited!!! It really is missing oc and jk hours :((

Work and university have taken up too much of my time recently so I need a little rest day! (sometimes I really do question doing a degree apprenticeship because it’s so full on, but we are powering through!)

Sending warm hugs and I’m hoping you are having a wonderful day (or night!)

- 🪽

hello my sweet angel 🩵

omg aaaaa i’m so excited for you to read them too !! i hope it can feel like a nice little vacation for you !! you totally deserve that down time after working so hard 🥺🫂 i’m wishing you the absolute best with your endeavors <3

i’ve been trying to work on the new drabble but i’m really not feeling well tonight so i think i’ll just head off to sleep 🫡 it’s a delight to see you in my inbox again before i close my eyes hehehe enjoy your rest day and the weekend!! love you <3

#art’s post office ☁️#🪽 anon

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kunikame · 1 year ago

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Hello hello! It's been quite a while!

Just wanted to drop into your ask box to say that I hope you're doing well and that you're having a wonderful day/night. Remember to take care of yourself and treat yourself kindly, because you deserve it <3

~ 🪄 anon

hiii nonnie !!! thank you !!!!

i might have to stay off sick this week depending on how ill feel tomorrow so ill finally get some rest maybe ?? we shall see!

you take care of yourself too! <3

#📬「mailbox」#ㅡ♡ anon #♡ 🪄non

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fyeon · 3 years ago

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Hii! Can you maybe do Akutagawa siblings, Fyodor and/or Dazai with a mother figure reader? Have a nice day/night<3

surey! you can see i gave up on fyodor eheh but hope you like it!

DARK BLOGS DNI /SRS

gin akutagawa, akutagawa ryuunosuke, fyodor dostoevsky, & dazai osamu x mother figure!gn!reader SEPARATED

gin akutagawa

- let's just say the first time you met her it was outside of the port mafia.

- poor girl was walking around trying to find a cough medicine for her brother.

- a lot of men where giving her eyes that creeped her out. till you say her and a tall guy who was trying to ask her out on a date.

- gin was on the verge of revealing her disguise, till a tap on the man's shoulder and then SMACK!

- the dude laying on a ground with a bump appearing onto his face.

- her eyes widened at this as she never experienced protection from anyone, well except her brother.

- you started apologizing to her as she just stared like this emoticon o-o.

- she soon told you where she was heading and you were like, " yeah you may not know me and stuff but i am protecting you now "

- you followed her like a mother bird to her babies. gin loved it!

- her mind was calm to be near someone like a you, she was so happy to have a mother-like person like you.

- when you took her there she snapped out of the thoughts of mother-daughter things higuchi told her about.

- you soon told her you had appointments you had to head to, soon asking if she needed anything if they ever met again. giving gin all of your contacts just incase something happened

- all gin did was shake her head but soon whispered, " you're a caring mother. ", before running into the store.

- yeah this girl is going to be thinking about you in her room at 3am

ryuunosuke akutagawa

- you have been in the black lizards for a few months now, everyone cared for you and you cared for them.

- well you treated everyone else like friends, unlike akutagawa here.

- you always packed him an extra lunch or breakfast if he ever forgot one.

- always comforted him when he had an outburst or vent to talk about.

- you were always there for him.

- sometimes he wondered things, 'is this how it feels like to have a mother.

- he wanted to ask you but there was always something blocked that opportunity, whether it be higuchi or a mission it was always something.

- till one day, your birthday. he was already at your door, dark wrapped present in one hand and his other over his mouth as he coughed into it.

- you opened up the door to see the dark haired boy standing in front of you.

- " it seems like today is a special day for you, here i made this for you. "

- you thanked him as you took the present and invited him to come inside, which he obliged too.

- soon enough he was looking all around your place like a baby in a toy store.

- he soon wanted to ask you something as he watched you sit onto the couch with the present on your lap.

- akutagawa was soon walking towards you as he sat next to you and the present.

- " go on open it. " he said harshly and impatiently, which was just normal.

- you soon nodded with a laugh and opened it. it was a photo book, a photo book full of picture of you with everyone in the black lizard.

- your eyes widened as you looked at akutagawa, wjos head was looking away from you as you soon pulled him into a huge hug.

- thanking him repeatedly over and over again he soon said, " you were always there for us, but to me it meant so much so much. thank you y/n for being there for me. "

- adorable, you hugged him tighter as he leaked a small smile onto his face

fyodor dostoevsky

- despite him viewing most people on this planet as an ant(classic god complex)

- you were different from everyone, was it your skill or the fact you were helping him for his own needs? no

- it was because you treated him so kindly unlike everyone else.

- which just gave him a soft spot for you, not a big obvious one but once in a while you could see it.

- that rat man is probably getting scolded by nikolai for praising you and not him.

- ngl you and fyodor would act like two old friends till he viewed you as a mother like figure.

- anyways he would know everything about you even if you didn't tell him

- you two met at a random park, you were watching kids argue while crashing into him

-which caused him to fall over which caused you to apologize and ask immediately if he was hurt

- he wasn't but you stuck near him till he told you who he was and his intentions

- you didn't care at all, henceforth why you are in every mission or chaotic thing he does.

- does he buy you things as a way to say thanks? yeah, you would do the same and probably before him.

- " look at my little demon god go " is what you would say standing next to nikolai while fyodor was spilling out disaster onto others.

- he hasn't told you yet but the tension of him liking you MAY be seen if you squint reaallllllyyyyy hard.

- you gave him a "good job" forehead kiss and he blushed a wee bit from it

- if he does ask you out, you two would be a gaslighting couple and you are the one to praise him.

dazai osamu

- loves you, and you know it.

- like cmon a suicidal man with a mother-like person like YOU? he has definitely told you that multiple times

- can't even count how many times you had to save him from kunikida's scolding

- you found out by ranpo dazai doesn't celebrate his birthday since he never had anyone to celebrate with him

- that's it! you will make a surprise bday party for him

- the thing is, how can you make it secret...

- of course! take him out to places while everyone sets the party up!

- you and dazai went to some of his favorite places

- the pharmacy to get a whole entire shelf of bandages(lucky you they were 50% off)

- other sweet places, a restaurant known for their amazing crabs

- to see if suicide guides still exist in libraries

- but soon while you two were heading back to the agency he said

- " you planned this didn't you~ " smiling while he said that pressing his finger into your cheek.

- " maybe i did, but what does that have to say? " you said back in the same tone he did with a smirk.

- " i don't know, but for a person of a mother like you it's cute to see how bad you are at hiding it " he chuckled.

- wait, how did he find that out, you immediately asked him how and he soon said kenji told him when he entered the agency.

- you sighed after that, the bickering ended you two at a bridge to see yokohama's port.

- you two looked into the sea to watch the sunset

- " you know dazai, despite all of your cooky things you are a sweetheart " you said.

- " i am flattered to hear that- " soon you leaned to his forehead to place a kiss.

- " happy birthday dazai osamu "

here ya go! sorry it took a bit i had to go through somethjngs but!

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!

i will only do sfw bsd stuff btw! headcanons or short stories will be okay requests! NO YANDERE/NSFW/NON-CON/DARK STUFF will be allowed on this acc!

they / xe pronouns pls

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #fyodor x reader #gin x reader #akutagawa x reader #dazai x reader #fluff #bsd fluff #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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hauntedwitch04 · 3 years ago

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Hey! Can I request and ACOTAR Nyx x Fae!Reader where they don’t like eachother but after in the middle of an argument (with a lot of tension) the mating bond clicks for Nyx and he runs off. They the resolve it and admit they actually like eachother as well as the mating bond clicking for the reader.

It would be great if it had fluff a hint of angst - smut is up to you, don’t do it if your uncomfortable. Thank you <3

Amantium irae amoris integratio est

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love

Nyx x Reader

Words: about 3.1k words

Warnings: mention of blood, cussing, ANGST, a little bit of smut at the end

Author’s note: Hi! I really liked your idea, and it came to my mind this oneshot. It came out longer than I thought it was. Hope you like it!

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Y/N’s POV

It’s been years since I started training with the Valkirias. I was really young at the time, and I was alone, while now I have a family. I’m an Illyrian, and I lived in a small village near Windhaven, in a small house with my family: my parents and my two sisters. I was the older one and I usually helped my mother with the housekeeping. One night someone entered our house and killed my parents. My mother screamed at me to hide my sister and I, before getting killed. I never managed to get out of my mind the blood that seeped out of my mother’s neck, after that man slipped her throat. The village leaders never investigated who did it, and we unfortunately hadn't seen his face. We went to live with our aunt, who always lived in our village, not far from where we were. She was terrible, doing everything but treating us with love and respect. Years went by, I accepted the abuse of that terrible woman in order to have a house to live in, if not for me at least for my sisters, until my first bleeding came, which marked the end of everything. My aunt wanted to clip my wings off, following Illryrian traditions, however fortunately he was able to escape into the woods with my sisters before he succeeded. The men of the village chased us and after a real hunt in the woods they managed to kill my sisters. I couldn't even run, taking their bodies with me, so I had to leave them there. I had never felt dirtier in my life than the moment I stopped the blood soaked bodies of my little sisters on the ground as I ran through the trees. To this day I still feel guilty for that act, for not being a good enough sister, for letting them die.

I eventually arrived in Windhaven, sweaty and covered in blood, and I wasn't looking where I was going when I was met by none other than General Cassian and his wife Nesta. Immediately she had fallen to her knees before them, praying for their help. The woman had knelt down next to me and asked me what had happened, so I had tried to tell her the story through sobs and tears. She looked at me with compassion, while her husband seemed to become increasingly angry with my attackers. As soon as I had finished telling the story, the same men from the woods who had followed me had emerged from the forest, claiming the right to cut off my wings. The General had kindly told his wife to take me inside to a house not far away, and to give me some water and clean clothes. As the woman and I walked towards that building I heard the cries of pain of those men, so I tried to turn around but she held me down with an arm on my shoulder, telling me not to look. Since that day I have been under the protection of Nesta Acheron and her husband Cassian.

After a few months, Nesta had taken the ride of training me with the Valkyrie, saying a little coaching wouldn't hurt. Now I'm one of the strongest warriors, and every night I dream of the day when I'll be able to return to the place where I was born and avenge my family, but for now there are too many ghosts inhabiting my past. In addition to training me, Nesta had also taught me how to read and write. I always saw her as a mother figure, as she always treated me as if I were her own daughter, and this was noticed and appreciated by the other members of the Dream Court, who liked to see her so loving and kind to someone. The only one who didn't appreciate her attention for me was Nyx, who was previously her aunt's ward, who now saw his position taken away by me.

Nyx is a little older than me, but that certainly doesn't make him act any more mature, as he seems to be a five year old during our discussions, which happen very frequently. I can't deny that he's an attractive guy, with his purple eyes and black hair with purple highlights, like his father's, but it drives me crazy when he always wants to be right about everything, or he starts insulting me just because he's jealous that I'm better at something. There's always been a bit of rivalry between us, and Nesta seems to like that because it keeps us focused on doing our best, even if it often leads to fights or arguments between us.

Azriel and Cassian seem to like it too, because every time they send us on a mission or make us train together, but after the last time Rhysand forbade the use of weapons while we are both around, because in a moment of anger I passed the blade over Nyx's head, making him understand that if I wanted to hit him I would have done it, but it was a little too close and I ended up spiking his hair.

But back to today.

"No, I refuse to go on a mission with her. That's all I'll say." says Nyx getting up from the table after Cassian announced a new mission, which only he and I have to participate in.

"Stop complaining boy. This is your father's and my choice, and if I were you I wouldn't upset him after yesterday's recent events." Affirms the General.

"I've already apologized to him five times for breaking that pen, he won't still be mad at me I hope! It was a fucking pen!"

"Language Nyx, try to keep it appropriate to where we're talking." Nesta picks it up, sitting next to her husband. She tries not to laugh at Nyx's face in being taken back by her aunt, but I can't and it draws the boy's attention to me.

"I wouldn't laugh too hard if I were you, since you talk worse than I do. You use more swear words than words to speak."

"At least I don't get picked up by my aunt. I know when to say them or not." I respond by sticking my tongue out at him.

"See, I can't go on a mission alone with her, I'd end up killing her before I got home."

"Funny how you think you can kill me, like I'm not better at it than you are, and not kill you first."

"And since when are you better than me?"

"Well I think the last workout with Az speaks for itself..."

"I was tired ok, and then I was anxious, I felt pressured."

"I bet you use the same excuse with the girls you sleep with."

"You damn little bitch-"

"Stop it!" Cassian shouts in exasperation. "You're going on that damn mission, and you're leaving now, and I never want to hear another word out of you. Either of you."

We huff at the same time then leave the room, to go get our thing ready to leave when I hear Nesta say something.

"Amantium irae amoris integratio est."

"What does that mean?" Cassian asks in a curious tone.

"The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love. Those two are in love, and I can't wait for them to figure it out."

I hear Cassian burst out laughing and whisper something back to her that I can't quite make out. I dwell on those words and start to think about how I feel about Nyx, and slowly I find myself realizing that Nesta is right unfortunately, as usual. What I thought were jokes and teasing I find myself realizing are nothing more than my way of showing a feeling I was unaware of. I wonder if he also felt what Nes said or not.

After a short while we are ready to take off and leave. The mission lasted a few days, and we managed to return victorious, although I was wounded as we were running away. The soldier was about to hit Nyx, but I managed to move him in time, but instead of him I took the hit. After this incident the boy immediately transmuted us home to the family river house in the lobby. I don't even have time to take a breath that immediately Nyx starts screaming in anger and fear.

"You're crazy! Do you realize what you've done! Damn Y/N, look at the wound, you could die!"

"Calm down, it's nothing, it's just a little scratch." I reply with the same anger, disguised as meekness.

"If it's a joke just know it's not funny, you're fucking hurt. I can protect myself, you didn't have to."

"There's nothing worse than a man's wounded pride."

"Y/N it's not a joke, you're bleeding, you had absolutely no right to do something like that."

"Yes I did, I totally had the right."

"Why? Why did you have to make of something so stupid."

"Because too many people have already died in front of my eyes. I watched my sisters die in front of my eyes, while I did nothing, instead I ran away, leaving their bodies there. I saw my mother die in front of my eyes, without me being able to do anything. So I'm sorry if this time I decided to react, to do something, instead of watching you suffer and hurt, I'm really sorry Nyx. I really am a bitch for that." I say starting to cry, falling to my knees on the hall carpet as I press a hand to my injured side. I see the High Lady in the library doorway watching the scene in silence, waiting for a response from her son. I see Nyx's eyes widen as she stares at me, then takes a step towards me, then freezes as if she's thinking about what to do next.

"Take care of her, call Madja, I have to go." She finally says, to run out the front door. Feyre immediately comes next to me, asking me how I'm doing, as I see Nesta look at me, then walk out of the library where she was before, and follow her nephew.

Nyx's Pov

I run through the streets of Velaris, passing by people, some greeting me, some trying to talk to me, but I'm too lost in my thoughts.

Bond. Y/N is my mate.

God how stupid I am, it was so obvious, but of course I never figured it out. Part of me has always been in love with her, but was always afraid to admit it. I walk until I find myself in front of my favorite fountain, the one that Nesta used to take me to when I was a kid, and she would tell me that anytime she felt lost or needed to get lost on something she would come here. I'm sitting on the edge and starting to think about whether or not I should tell the girl I love about the bond, when a familiar voice blows me out of my head.

"I knew I'd find you here. You were an asshole for leaving her there , you know that right? If you weren't my nephew I would have killed you by now. You're lucky I love you."

"I know, Aunt Nes, I know, but...I was...I was scared." I say, deciding to be honest with her.

"You haven't called me that since you were little. What were you afraid of?"

"Earlier, while we were in the hallway...well the bond clicked...Y/N is my mate. I was scared of ...everything: of seeing her there on the ground hurt, of the feelings exploding in my chest, of the way I suddenly couldn't do without her...and of her rejection."

"Don't be stupid, why would she reject the bond?"

"Because she hates me, come on it's obvious."

"You men are idiots...she loves you, and she knew it even before you did, Why do you think she preferred to take that hit instead of you? In love sometimes you do stupid things, and this is definitely one of those things. "

"I should talk to her."

"Definitely. Come on move, go get your woman. Finally my ship is about to come true."

I laugh and nod. I get up from the edge of the fountain, give her a quick hug, and head as fast as I can toward the house on the river. I see my mother standing in the doorway looking at me angrily, stopping her before she can say anything to me.

"I know, I know I've been an asshole, where is Y/N, I need to talk to her."

"She asked that I take her to her apartment after Madja treated her."

"Thanks mom, I'll explain later what happened. Better, have Aunt Nes explain it to you, I'm sure she'll be more than happy to tell you the story."

I start running through the city streets again, this time happily, as I make my way to my beloved's house.

Y/N's POV

I've just been lying in bed when I hear someone knocking on the front door. I asked the High Lady to take me to my house, a small apartment in the penthouse of a building in downtown Velaris, so I wouldn't have to meet Nyx again, knowing he would be home soon. I don't want to see him right now, after I spat some of my deepest fears at him, and he ran away without a word.

I get up and go to answer the door, and of course who do I see? The one person I don't want to see at all.

"Please before you close the door in my face, give me at least two minutes to talk to you and apologize, then I may never even see myself again." Says the boy in front of me.

"I already know I'm going to regret this, but if there's one thing Nesta taught me...it's that you don't give people second chances, goodbye."

"Please, please, one minute. All I ask, one minute, then I'm gone."

I think about the proposal for a moment, then open the door to let him in, and nod. He quickly enters the apartment, and turns to me as I close the door.

"How are you?" he asks, trying to test the waters.

"Fifty-six seconds."

"Okay, okay I'm moving. First of all I would like to apologize for running off like that earlier, I didn't mean to offend you and no one asked me or forced me to come here. If that's the question, I came here on my own. Second, I would like to apologize for being insensitive earlier. You confessed one of your biggest fears and I looked at you like you told me what your favorite color was.

"Wow...you're not Nyx, what have you done with him? In case you don't tell me, I much prefer this version."

"Ha ha very funny Y/N, really funny."

I laugh at his response, and see him smile at my reaction.

"Now comes the tricky part."

"Or was this one easy for the proud Nyx? Is apologizing easy?"

"You really do have such a low opinion of me darling." At this pet name I feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. I'm screwed. I feel something snap inside me, a strange feeling pervades me and I immediately understand. The mating bond. He is my mate. This feeling spreads throughout my body, and the only thing I want to do is kiss him.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this, but I'm going to do it anyway, because it's too much of a burden to carry. I'm in love with you Y/N, and I've only been an idiot to treat you like this all this time, but I was afraid that you would never reciprocate my feelings and make fun of me, or you would reject me and that would destroy me. After today I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to confess my feelings to you before something even worse than what happened today happened to you, and then I felt the bond snap and I knew it was time to tell you how I feel. You can hate me now, but at least I told you how I feel. I love you...please don't kill me."

I freeze at his words, then laugh weakly as I get closer, and I see his confused expression.

"You really are an idiot you know. I love you too, why do you think I chose to save you over me? Why do you think I'm always so jealous of the girls you date? I'm possessive of my stuff, especially my mate. "

"I may be an idiot, but at least I'm your idiot."

"Hurry up idiot and kiss me."

It's the best kiss of my life. His lips are soft, and warm against mine. I run my hands through his hair, and I smell a scent of rain and canella that makes my nostrils invade. He holds me by my hips, close to him, as we slowly find ourselves backing up to the kitchen, where I grab a chocolate chip cookie and pulling away from him slightly, put it in his mouth. He looks at me, wondering with his gaze if I'm convinced of what I'm doing.

I nod, so he eats it. Right after he kisses me again, and this time I can also taste the chocolate on his lips. We approach my bedroom, as he begins to lightly kiss my neck and bite my ear. This gesture causes me to let out a soft moan of pleasure, as my hands move around trying to get his shirt off, and he tries to unhook my bra, before falling onto the bed. We make love all night, being careful not to hurt me, accepting the mating bond and his animal passion, and then fall asleep in each other's arms at dawn, content, satisfied, and in love.

Bonus

Nesta's pov

I smile to see that Neither Nyx nor Y/N is present at practice this morning. I turn to my mate, who has a rather confused look on his face.

"Where are those two? They didn't kill themselves did they?" He asks, and I in response shrug, saying.

"Who knows." I look at Azriel and smile in satisfaction as he rolls his eyes, saying "I knew I shouldn't have bet on the two of them with you."

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