#polyamorous bucks

[let-me-love-you-loki]

... Ready For It?--Ch. 3

Chapter 3

            I could still hear my mother calling my name, even as I hurried ahead of Wardlow. I’d known that going with the surprise heel turn was going to mess things up with my family until I could explain, but I hadn’t anticipated wanting to get away from them. They’d understand. I knew it. Dad and Papa would understand why I’d done this, why I’d kept it from them. Nikki would understand, too. Eventually.

            Fear slipped into my stomach. What if they didn’t? What if they decided that I’d gone too far by stabbing them all in the back for a storyline that I hadn’t warned them about? My heart clenched in my chest, snatching every molecule of air from my lungs. I came up short, gagging and gasping for breath.

            Wardlow practically ran into my back, knocking me forward. My body moved on instinct, trying to turn around and take the bump on my back and shoulders rather than my hands and arms. I closed my eyes, tucked my chin into my chest. Instead of hitting the ground, a pair of muscled arms wrapped around my middle.

            “Easy, easy,” Wardlow said, his voice rumbling through his chest. The hand holding the car keys from Aunt Kat dug into my stomach. The discomfort was enough to drag me back into the here and now.

            It took a moment for me to get settled back on my feet. The momentary wave of doubt had become a leaden weight attaching itself to my guts. It was like telling Papa that I wasn’t his daughter. What I’d chosen to do in that ring tonight had changed my family forever.

            I was just too much of a coward to stick around right now and find out.

            “You okay?” he asked. There was a mixture of concern and surprise in his voice. I suppose you didn’t get tackled and kissed on live television every day. “If we’re running, we better run. Your mom is still coming.”

            The words jumped through my brain, kickstarting the panic in my chest. “Let me go,” I shouted, struggling against the hold of his arms. “Give me the keys and let me go!”

            His arm hitched around me tighter as he let out a faint laugh. I barely registered the fact that he had wrenched me completely off the ground and was jogging toward Aunt Kat’s car. The taillights flashed as the key fob pressed into my ribs.

            “Mattea Kourtney!” Mom’s voice echoed through the parking lot. It felt as if it were coming from everywhere all at once. The first tears started to burn in the corners of my eyes.

            “Come on,” he grunted as he dropped me on my feet at the passenger side. Wardlow yanked the door open so hard that I was afraid it was going to rip off. Before I could think, he’d practically shoved me into the car. “Buckle up.”

            Once second, Wardlow was standing beside me on my right. The next he was squeezing his huge frame behind the steering wheel on my left. He swore and fumbled for the lever beneath the seat, letting it click back as far as it would go.

            Mom’s face appeared between the cars two rows over. She couldn’t miss the car, not now that the engine was running and the lights were on. “Hurry! Hurry! Let’s go!”

            Wardlow snapped his head around to face me, even as he threw the car into gear and practically skidded out of the spot. “Hey, you’re the reason I’m taking off like I’ve robbed a bank or something. I didn’t wake up this morning with the plan to be your getaway driver!”

            I heard her call my name one more time before we peeled out of the arena parking lot and onto the street. The tires squealed as Wardlow turned the corner. Horns honked as cars swerved around us. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the engine. I’d been in Aunt Kat’s car enough to feel comfortable by the faint rattle of the car seat in the back.

            “So,” Wardlow said after several minutes of uncomfortable silence. “That was… honestly, what was that?”

            I sighed and practically put my head between my knees. The sight of Papa’s blood on my Nike made me want to vomit. “A bad idea. That’s what it was.”

            My stomach clenched and I had to clamp my lips together to hold back the feeling of nausea. I breathed hard through my nose until the feeling lessened. “It was Bub and Max. Really, it was Bub. He talked me into it.”

            “Bub?” I could hear his arched brow.

            “Tony.”

            “Oh. Your family seemed pretty surprised,” he replied. I could feel him looking at me from the corner of his eyes. “Angry. They seemed angry. Pissed even. Furious.”

            “You don’t have to go through the whole thesaurus, I get it.” Bile settled in the back of my throat. “Because I didn’t tell them. Nobody knew except me, Bub, and Max.”

            The quiet settled again, heavy and stifling.

            “I feel bad enough,” I spat after a few minutes. “You don’t have to judge me, too.”

            “I didn’t say anything.”

            My face burned. I could feel a simmering anger start to rise into my chest. “You don’t have to. I can sense your smug disdain.”

            “Hey,” Wardlow growled, swerving the onto the shoulder and slamming on the brakes. The top of my head smacked into the dashboard. I swore under my breath. Drivers laid on their horns as they passed, a few even throwing up the finger at us. He threw the car in park and turned toward me. “You’re the one who came rushing at me in front of several thousand people. You’re the one who got me into this mess and dragged me out of the arena with your mother literally screaming behind us. So don’t act like you have this great moral high ground, Mattie Jackson.”

            “Take me back, then! Take me back.”

            “No!”

            We sat glaring at each other. Wardlow’s eyes were dark and somehow seemed to be sparkling. The set of his jaw made him look almost menacing. I couldn’t make my brain slow down long enough to understand why he was acting this way. The quiet went on and on, the only sound was the heavy sound of our breathing.

            Without a word, he turned away and pulled back out onto the road. He had a white-knuckle grip on the wheel. He kept his eyes straight forward and his jaw set. I settled back against the seat and closed my eyes. My heart felt like it was going to burst straight out of my chest it was beating so hard.

            The real weight of what I’d done—how I’d betrayed my family on national television—crashed in at once. Papa’s blood was on my shoes. I’d superkicked Nikki so hard that I’d knocked her out, even if I didn’t mean to. Dad had looked at me like I’d completely broken his heart. And Mom… Jesus Christ, Mom was going to kill me when she finally got her hands on me. My parents would probably go after Bub for all of this, too. For all I knew, they already had.

            When the first tear came, it brought with it a flood. At first it was a silent sort of crying. Tears running down my cheeks in rivulets while I tried desperately to catch my breath and get a grip. After a few moments, I gasped and doubled over, falling into a complete and total ugly cry that filled the small space between us. Time stopped. I didn’t know how long it had been since I’d ran from the arena to get away from the consequences of my decisions.

            A gentle hand settled on my shoulder. I sat up and looked toward Wardlow, knowing full well that my face was red and puffy from tears. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep the ugly snot cry from getting any worse.

            “Come on, Little Jackson,” Wardlow said, his voice surprisingly soft. It was then that I realized that we had stopped in the parking lot of a Waffle House. “Things always look better after some loaded hashbrowns.”

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@unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

EDDIE DIAZ, EVAN "BUCK" BUCKLEY, and TOMMY KINARD from 9-1-1

Justification:

"Tommy is an incredible boyfriend to Buck, Buck and Eddie are soulmates, Eddie and Tommy have such a great dynamic" - Anonymous

[alouiadina]

Hey guys, guess who's sick again? And guess who's asking for more asks?

[poughkeepsies]

atp any time I see any 614/615 spec my eyes gloss over

[sspiderj]

stranger things queer headcanons part two

Robin - lesbian (canon) asexual (she/they)

Vickie - bisexual (canon) (she/her)

Nancy- trans (mtf) sapphic (she/her)

Jonathan - trans (ftm) unlabeled (he/him)

Eddie - trans (ftm) gay (they/he)

Steve - unlabeled (he/him)

Argyle - unlabeled genderfluid (any pronouns)

Fred - pansexual demiboy (he/they)

Chrissy - bisexual (she/her) / lesbian (she/her

[hoshigray]

love love LOVEE your toji/sukuna fics, mean big guys have me in a chokehold, but even more so if there’s aftercare right after destroying u , I’d like to see how you write that! No pressure, just a suggestion lol

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: no but you're so valid, idk why i keep forgetting about after care, ughhh!! ty for loving my tojikuna stuff <3

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna + Toji x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (kuna got 2 dicks) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/nibbling - dacryphillia - unprotected sex - aftercare; taking a warm bath together + tending wounds - pet names (baby, [little] dove, pet, princess, sweet thing) - tojikuna being snarky partners; good luck, lmao - mention of blood, drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k

“Ahaaahhn! T-Tojii, t-too fast, going too fas—Shhaaa!!”

“Heh, y’re complainin’, but y’re the one squeezin’ my dick like crazy.”

“Hmph, right, like some dirty whore…Shit, ass’s so tight…”

You were the partner of both Tōji Fushiguro and Sukuna Ryōmen—a fact that many would be astonished to know and for you to go dizzy thinking about.

How does one lure in the deadly, cursed being proclaimed the King of Curses and a cold-blooded assassin dubbed the Sorcerer Killer? You couldn’t even think of a quick answer to such a question. What you do know is that being a spouse of the terrifying two in this polyamorous relationship was the definition of intense. And that would go for tonight as well.

Being bent and forced to be taken advantage of by your two lovers was nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, it’s almost a daily occurrence when either of them comes and pulls you aside to appease themselves. Nonetheless, what else was a little cute wife like you supposed to do: sit there and look pretty? Not tonight, at least.

You were all confined in your shared quarters, all three bodies atop the futons pulled to the tatami flooring—three bodies stripped from their discarded attire, now nude and meshed together in hot and wanton passion.

Toji was beneath you, yet that didn’t diminish his control over you. You may be straddling him and moving your hips to take in his erect cock into your aching cunt. However, his hands are stationed firmly on your waist, influential to your pace as he bucks into your wetness stuffed on excessive come. The fast ruts make it grueling to find the rhythm—but that’s what the dark-haired man wants, to see you all desperate and wailing from up above. “How ya feelin’, sweet thing?” 

As if you had any room to speak, so winded that wails were the only words you could say. 

“Oi, pet, answer when you’re being talked to.”

And the voice behind you doesn’t make this scene any better.

From your backside, Sukuna’s massive frame hovered over you and Toji’s, his gigantic frame easily dwarfing you both. His lower arms hold you down by the calves, and his upper left keeps him upright from easily squishing his partners. And the upper right crawls up to your throat, suffocating your airways lightly with just his thumb and forefinger.

As the other has you from below, the gigantic cursed man deals with you from above. His lower member is plunged into your rear hole, stretching you to the point of tears with his hefty girth while the other rubs on the crevice of your ass with every push of his hips. The hands on your legs come up to your waist, brushing Toji’s, who moves his to your chest.

His guttural purrs send shivers up to your ears, and the tongue of his stomach probes you with a lick on your sweaty back. “We need words, or else you’ll be crushed without knowing, little dove.”

Because that is what you were: their little wife tending to them as a spouse would. 

You swallow spit before the grip on your throat gets any tighter. “I–I…Feel sho goood…!” You twitch when the behemoth licks and nibbles on your ear so dangerously as if he’s tempted to eat you—he just might be. “—Mmmhh! S-Shoo fuull..”

Toji notices and snickers, “Yeah, baby?” His hands on your breasts are rough, making you whimper. “Doin’ good so far,” he tweezes a nipple, earning a sharp yelp to leave your puffy lips. “Hehm, so adorable, mama…” you cry even more when he pops the other nipple into his mouth; the feel of his tongue on your bud had you hot. 

“—Hnnm!! Fucking hell, this ass…!” Sukuna’s groans are felt, the vibrations rattling your bones. “Keep grippin’ me like that, princess..” He adds more weight and has you howling like no tomorrow. The nails of his fingers leave dents that you’re sure to see later on—just more to add onto the collection harboring all over your skin – bites and marks galore. 

Your eyebrows screw together, drool escaping your agape lips. The laps around your nipple become feverish along with Toji’s thrusts, and Sukuna pistoning his cock so harshly; it makes you wobble, yet you maintain your balance for the older man beneath you to keep sucking and playing with your chest. 

“—Taahh, uhhgg, sh-shiiit,” your hands grip the sheets as your eyes roll to the top–a sign that you were to fall into your release in mere seconds from the constant rubs of your sensitive spots.

Clamping onto their shafts, you shriek during the impending climax, the walls of your holes puckering and contracting around the limbs that graze your sensitive nerves. You finally give in and fumble atop Toji, luckily catching your expected reaction with a smirk. “Fuck, feel so good and tight,” he kisses your cheek and chortles when your arms sling around his neck. “Stay still, baby; let us finish here.”

The two men still undulate their hips, their dicks ravaging your insides even when you’re stuck in your crescendo. You nearly choke on your spit, wailing as you’re forced to submit to their frantic bucks, and the sounds of them moaning and groaning only fuel your ears to clench them even tighter. It has both men hiss and tighten their hold on you, Toji burrowing his face to bite your shoulder while Sukuna’s fangs dig into the other. And you can tell blood was drawn as the giant licks the inflicted marking.

At your scream, they simultaneously bust their loads into your trembling frame, stuffing you with more of their essence in your cunt and asshole. And Sukuna’s upper cock dispels its semen out to paint your back. The sensation of their lengths pulsating inside you has you quiver, hiccupping when they sneak in short yet fierce pounds into your sore holes until their sweaty frames succumb to tranquility. Then, they remove their limbs with a blissful groan to your sob, come sliding and dripping down to your thighs. 

Finally, you sigh into Toji’s chest as he kisses your forehead and kneads your ass lovingly. I can finally rest now…

However, you squeak when your body is pulled upward so quickly, and you’re now being held by Sukuna, who straightens up and stands up. He scoffs, “Relax, dove.” The hand under your legs squeezes the flesh of your thigh. 

Leaving Toji to the futon, the cursed ancient man thunderously strides out to the room two rooms down from the shared room. He slides the shoji door open after the changing room, and you’re instantly met with a wave of humid air from the bathing area. Ripples from the humongous stone bath become more evident as Sukuna closes in, and the water climbs when he gets inside with his massive volume.

He sits, the water sitting above the mouth of his abdomen. He has you sitting on his lap, yet his lower arms still hold you close to his chest. With the upper left, he brings the wooden bucket the servants left behind to scoop with water and pours it gently above your head. 

Your hands wipe the water from your face, but a washcloth and a colossal hand wipe it down for you. “Y-You know, I can clean myself,” you inquire with a scrunched expression as Sukuna wipes your cheeks a little too rough. 

“With your shaky legs, I’d be amazed if you’d even make three steps out of the room.” You pout at his tease, and it only has him want to poke fun at you more. “Like a baby deer trying to walk.”

You snatch the washcloth with a heated face. “Quit it!” Humiliated, you sigh and raise your left arm to dap on the markings decorated on your skin. However, he takes it away from you, his lower left gently grabbing your arm for the lower right to compress the damp cloth on your sore markings. 

“Let me.” He wasn’t asking, leaving you no space to interject his company. He pulls an ointment from the other wooden basket into the washcloth; the lavender scent pleases your nostrils while the minty sensation cleanses your skin. “Sit back,” he orders you, and you allow your back to rest on his torso, watching the man tend to the wounds he and his partner inflicted on you. It almost puts you to sleep, sighing pleasingly and relaxing to the monster’s touch. 

Speaking of, “Wow, so ya leave me at the room to clean up after you two, huh?” Toji enters the bathing space, joining you and Sukuna in the warm water. “What am I, y’r maid?”

“You seem to have walked here on your own just fine.” Sukuna bends to place a kiss on top of your head while the raven-haired other approaches closer. “You have no room to complain, Fushiguro.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you observe Toji come to you between Sukuna’s legs. “Hey, mama, feel better?” You nod to him meekly while he cups your cheeks with one hand. He then brings you to a soft kiss, mewling to his lips while his wet thumb brushes your cheek. “Mmm, so cute…Stand up fr’ me.”

He takes the wet cloth from Sukuna’s grasp while you slowly rise. He helps you turn around to have your back to him, your hands clinging onto Sukuna’s thighs while the giant gives the human male a cream to place on the rag. Toji then rubs circles on the red crescents of your waist–dents marked from Sukuna’s nails–and you jerk and hiss at the contact. 

“I know, sweetie, I know,” he coaxes you with whispers to the ear and a kiss on your shoulder. “Blame ‘Kuna for doin’ a number on ya.”

“Keh, I know you’re not talking,” the salmon-haired one sniggers as he grabs another dry cloth to wipe your collarbone. “I can count with three hands how many of these hickeys aren’t mine.” 

The other barks a laugh. “Now I know y’r ass is lyin’.” The two men humor themselves on the trauma they just put you and your tiny body through, and you can only shake your head at their insufferableness. Yet, at the very least, they’re taking their roles as your lovers to take care of your body. Not so bad, isn’t it?

Especially when the bathing is over, and you’re all clean from the event that transpired an hour ago, sleep stops evading you, and you return to the shared room ready for slumber. To end the night, the candles are blown out, you’re adorning your yukata robe for your soft skin, and Toji and Sukuna wait for you on the futon to conclude this session. 

Toji has you to his right, arm around your figure to keep you close to his warmth. This gives you the view of his easeful sleeping face; the moonlight from the opened shoji window panels makes it easy to trace his handsome features and the deft scar on his lips. To his left was Sukuna, his tremendous size unavoidable, and his strength still evident as his upper arm cages you and the other older man in proximity. The pink-haired beast purrs at the rub of Toji’s hand on his nape and hair, and you giggle at the display—like a giant cat.

Seeing the Sorcerer Killer and the King of Curses act so leisurely around someone is inconceivable; not many live to see such a picture when met with their brute force and killing instincts. And yet, you suppose that makes you more valuable than anyone, their sole and precious partner.

And as you bury your face and let the blanket of sleep take over, you rest for yet another night, knowing you’re in the best care you could ask for.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[lesbianrobin]

we are playing in the “tommy asks buck for an open relationship” sandbox rn. just go with me on this. ok? ok. he is entirely asking for his own purposes (perhaps trying to hook up with eddie perhaps not who’s to say!) but he frames it like well YOU deserve to experiment and be with other guys :) and so buck agrees despite being a diehard monogamist bc he's desperate to be loved and make this relationship work and tommy makes it sound reasonable.

so for a few weeks tommy like casually hooks up with a few people while buck hangs back uncomfortably and eventually buck is like SIGH well i guess i SHOULD get more experience with guys. and he asks eddie to come with him to a gay bar and buck absolutely knocks it out of the park like he's Killing it he and eddie r having fun and he hooks up with someone new every weekend and unlike his buck 1.0 days he's actually just having fun with it bc he isn't looking for emotional intimacy w these people that he'll never find! he's just letting himself explore things and be happy! meanwhile tommy is going for like shitty grindr hookups that don't even show up half the time. he tries asking eddie to Hang Out and eddie leaves him on read. like he is Not doing too hot.

and i think that buck is completely oblivious to the fact that tommy is not having fun like he is. but eddie does know and he's fucking Thrilled. he's just gonna let this shit play out. eddie knows that he loves buck at this point, but he's watching buck actually enjoy himself and kinda revise the terrible relationship he has with sex and find something liberating in it so eddie's okay with sitting back for awhile and letting buck have this while also laughing at tommy. maybe eddie is also finding hookups when they go out maybe not who's to say.

so after a couple months of this buck and eddie are hanging out and buck is like sigh yknow this open relationship thing was fun for a while but i just don't know if i see this thing with tommy going anywhere... like i don't really care when he hooks up with other people and i don't think it's because i'm cool and polyamorous i think it's because i just don't like him that much. and eddie's like well you shouldn't settle for a relationship where you don't really love your partner. yknow he does his sage advice thing. and buck is like yeah you're right...

and later buck goes to tommy and he's like hey man you're really great and i do like you but i think this just isn't really working. i think we both deserve something better. and tommy's like it's eddie isn't it. and buck's like huh? and tommy's like you were with eddie last night. and buck's like oh well yeah he and i were talking and he said- and tommy's like evan stop bullshitting me we're grown-ups you can just say you're dumping me for him. and buck's like sorry Huh. and tommy's like oh come on he was just "wingmanning" all those times you two went out? and buck is like ...yeah?? he's my friend?? and tommy's like sure. whatever fine. this was fun. have a good life evan. and buck's like what da hell...

and then when he tells eddie about the breakup, he mentions it and eddie's like ha 🙄 and buck's like oh haha yeah like that's crazy right! and eddie's like 🙄 as if you'd still be with him if we had been sleeping together. and buck's like . what. and eddie's like i mean. well it's us. we wouldn't... not as some side thing. if it was us, it'd be real.

and buck's like oh. yeah. do you, uh. think about that? if it was... us? and eddie's like ...once or twice. and buck's like ...once or twice? and eddie's like yeah. each time lasts a few years though. and buck laughs and he's tearing up and eddie grins at him and he says so. us? and buck says yeah. yeah, us.

and then they are in love and get married and are happy forever and ever the end 🫶🏻

[munsonsmixtapes]

Never Too Late

Buck x Eddie x fem!reader

summary: you and Eddie are in a relationship only to realize that you both are also harboring romantic feelings for Buck. Little do all three of you know that you're all actually in love with each other. Maybe you'll all find out before it's too late.

word count: 3k

Based on a comment on this post by @unknown-2505

The spot on the beach where you were sitting was nothing but great as you had amazing view of your boyfriend, Eddie tossing a football back and forth by the water with Buck. You always wondered how you had gotten so lucky as to have ended up someone like him. Someone so sweet and caring. Someone who was always there for you no matter what you needed.

You turned to look at Buck and couldn’t help but feel guilty for being slightly attracted to him. He was hot. It wasn’t your idea to spend a day at the beach and it certainly wasn’t your fault that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. That was just a bonus. You could see his tattoos perfectly and wondered what it would have been like to run your hands over them in the dark of your bedroom.

The thing was, you still very much loved Eddie. In fact, every scenario you imagined with Buck always had Eddie in it. It was always the three of you and there was always an attraction between the three of you. But maybe that was just your imagination. Something that you would dream about falling asleep, but something that would never actually happen.

You knew that Eddie had liked men. Actually, you were the first person he had come out as bisexual. And you accepted him, telling him that it didn’t change a single thing between the two of you. That you’d still love him no matter what he identified as. Eddie was still Eddie and nothing would change that.

But you couldn’t get yourself to admit it to him. Even though Eddie was also interested in men, that didn’t mean that he was interested in entering a polyamorous relationship with his girlfriend and best friend. You knew it sounded crazy and didn’t even think it was in the realm of possibility.

What you didn’t know, though, was that Eddie was actually very much crushing on his best friend. What he was feeling was definitely no longer friendly and absolutely crossing into the romantic category. He wanted to take the both of you on dates and shower you with affection, telling you just how much the both of you meant to him.

He was thinking the same thing that you were. That the whole thing was a pipe dream, something that would never happen. But that didn’t stop himself from dreaming about it. When he would cuddle you in bed, he would think about Buck on the other side of him, holding onto his waist as Eddie was in the middle of the both of you, Buck’s hands laying on top of yours as the three of you fell asleep peacefully.

“Did you hear me?” Buck asked and Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts, being thrown back into reality.

“Huh?” Eddie asked, feeling completely out of it and completely guilty. He shouldn’t have been having t those thoughts. Especially not about his best friend and especially not when he was in a committed relationship. Oh god, he was a cheater, wasn’t he?

“Y/n was asking if we wanted to get some ice cream,” Buck pointed over at you and Eddie turned, seeing you standing further up the beach with your phone and wallet in your hand.

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie nodded, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but it needed to stop.

He began to walk towards you, but it was as if his legs had a mind of their own, heading towards Buck instead of you. Buck grabbed hold of his shoulders and steered him straight, heading in your direction. You reached for his hand and he took it, giving you the best smile he would muster.

“I think he needs some water,” Buck chuckled.

You handed Eddie your water bottle and he chugged it, thinking that if he kept his mouth occupied, he wouldn’t say something stupid.

“Thirsty, honey?” You laughed and Eddie just rolled his eyes before closing the lid and holding the thing in his free hand.

The three of you headed to the little ice cream stand on the pier and Buck ordered first, knowing exactly what he wanted. He received his order and began to lick it as both you and Eddie tried not to stare. Watching his tongue swipe along the frozen treat almost seemed like he was doing in on purpose. Like he was purposely trying to drive the two of you absolutely mad.

You turned towards each other and you gave Eddie a soft kiss, the two of you completely unaware that Buck was watching. He’d never admit it, but he wanted what the two of you had. Someone to go home to every night after work and snuggle with as he fell asleep.

What had started out as jealousy of the two of you quickly turned into attraction. Realistically, he had always been attracted to Eddie. From the second he showed up to the 118, Buck was absolutely fucked. He was jealous as Eddie dated countless women, but then you came along. For whatever reason, Buck didn’t see you as a threat. If anything, seeing you and Eddie together only sent him into a bi panic.

Buck was so attracted to you both that he found himself imagining what it would have been like to be part of your relationship. Why, he didn’t know, but he thought about it often. More than he’d ever care to admit. 

Maybe it was just because he was lonely in that department and the two of you were always quick to invite him to hang out with you. You were completely unaware of how much of a third wheel he felt, but he would have never admitted that to you. He just didn’t want you to feel bad. 

Buck could feel you staring at him with a giggle and he immediately turned around, trying to figure out what you were laughing at. You then stood in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulder. You wiped the ice cream from the corner of his mouth with your thumb then pulled away, Buck immediately missed your touch. God, he was becoming pathetic. Pathetically in love with his best friend and his girlfriend. 

“Oh, thanks,” he chuckled nervously and you didn’t like how heat pooled in your stomach when you touched him. You had to get away from him, and immediately. 

“No problem,” you turned to Eddie. “Honey, don’t we have that thing?” 

“What-”

“C’mon,” you grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him down the boardwalk, feeling your heartbeat thud in your chest. He kept calling your name to get your attention, but you weren’t listening, your sole focus being to get to the car. And then you’d tell him the truth. Maybe. 

You got to Eddie’s truck and he helped you inside before getting into the driver’s seat. You thought he was going to start it up, but he didn’t. He just sat there, his hands on the steering wheel as he stared out the windshield. 

Eddie took a deep breath before turning to you, his eyebrows furrowed. His hand reached for yours, looking you in the eyes. You almost didn’t want to, but you knew you could never resist the almost golden color that came along when the sun shone into them. 

“What’s going on mi amor?” He asked, his thumb rubbing along your knuckle. You couldn’t tell him. You just couldn’t. That would have ruined everything and there was no way that you were going to screw up the best relationship of your life because of a silly crush.

“It’s nothing, Eddie, seriously,” you turned to look out the windshield but he grabbed hold of your chin with his free hand and forced you to really look at him, his eyes boring into yours. 

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been weird all day.”

“I have not.”

“You have. What the fuck is going on?”

“Fine,” you sighed, feeling your hands shake as you looked him in the eyes. “But this stays between you and me, alright?”

“Always.”

“I just want to preface that I love you and I love what we have. But…I-I think I may have feelings for Buck as well.” Eddie’s eyes widened as soon as the words left your mouth. For the first time in months, Eddie finally felt like he could breathe. Knowing that his girlfriend felt the same exact way actually made him feel seen. 

His lips parted to say something, but he immediately shut it, unsure of how he should have responded, considering that there was so much swirling around in his head. So many things he wanted to say, but none of them felt right. 

“Me too,” he blurted, immediately covering his mouth afterwards. You stared at each other with wide eyes, realizing that the both of you had felt the same way the entire time. That was something that you swore you were going to have to bury deep. Eddie too. But now that it was out in the open, you both felt like a huge weight was lifted. 

“Well…what should we do?”

“Should we tell him?”

“I feel like that’s the right thing to do, right? Put the ball in his court.”

“Right,” you nodded, suddenly feeling more nervous now that you were going to have to actually tell Buck how you were feeling. There was a lot riding on it and you were suddenly afraid that he wasn’t going to be friends with either of you anymore. 

“How about we invite him over for dinner tomorrow night and lay everything on the table?” 

“That sounds good,” you nodded and Eddie put the truck in drive before pulling out of his space. Whatever happened with Buck, the one thing you knew was that you’d always have each other.

-

You stared down at the table that you had just set with all of your fancy dishes, feeling your heart pound in your chest. Buck was going to be there any minute and you were getting even more nervous than before. You weren’t sure why, but Eddie was super calm about the whole thing, as if he wasn’t about to tell his best friend that he and his girlfriend were in love with him.

“Mi amor,” Eddie spoke, resting his hands on your shoulder. “Let’s take some deep breaths, alright?” He breathed with you, the two of you, breathing in air and letting it out until you felt a bit better. 

“What if we’re making a mistake?” You asked, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“Do you think it’s a mistake?”

“No.”

“Then it’s not one. How about you sit down and I’ll finish up here, alright?” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before moving you in the direction of the living room. You sat on the couch and picked at the skin around your finger nails as you heard dishes clinking together as Eddie finished setting the table. 

There was a knock on the door and you swore your heart was going to explode from how hard it was beating. You met Eddie at the door and he opened to reveal Buck standing on the other side. He was holding a bottle of your favorite wine and you were so close to pulling him for a kiss right there because of the sweet gesture. 

He entered the apartment and you took the wine before pulling him to a quick hug and Eddie did the same, both of you trying to keep it quick so as to not make it awkward. Buck looked around, seemingly trying to look for something that didn’t seem to be there. 

“Where’s Chris?” He asked. 

“He’s at a friend’s house so I’m afraid it’s just the adults tonight. I hope that’s okay.” It was always okay. But that meant that he was going to be a third wheel and he didn’t need another reminder of how perfect the two of you were together and that there was no place for him in your relationship.

“Yeah,” Buck nodded. “Totally okay.” 

You led him over to the table while Eddie opened the wine, knowing that the three of you were going to need a drink (or two) to be able to discuss the matter. Buck sat down across from you and began to serve himself as Eddie poured the wine then headed over to the table with the glasses. 

You all ate and drank in silence for most of the meal, the tension between the three of you rising. You all usually spoke so loud with each other, but not tonight. All that could be heard was the sound of your forks scraping against plates and the occasional sound of your glasses being set down on the table.

“Well,” Eddie started, looking at your for approval to start the conversation and you nodded. “I guess we should discuss why we brought you here.”

“Wait,” Buck responded, his eyebrows furrowing. “This isn’t just a dinner? Oh my god,” his eyes widened, turning to you. “You’re pregnant.”

“No, Buck,” you chuckled. “I’m not pregnant.”

“Then what is this about?” He was suddenly afraid that you could hear his heart racing in his chest. Maybe you both had finally found out how he felt about the two of you and were sitting him down to reject him. Well, wasn’t that embarrassing?

“I guess we should start off by telling you that you’re our best friend,” you rested your hand on top of his. Yep, you were definitely rejecting him. 

“And we love you,” Eddie added, resting his hand on Buck’s free one. “As…more than a friend.”

“Basically, what we’re saying is that we want to become a throuple.” Buck’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as soon as the words left your mouth. He was dreaming. He had to be right? That would have been the only reason as to why you would have been asking him the question he had been fantasizing about for months. 

“Hold on,” he closed his eyes, shaking his head, trying to get himself back to reality. “You want to be in a romantic relationship with me?” His eyes opened. “Both of you?” 

“Yes,” you replied in unison, the three of you suddenly grinning at each other. 

“I accept.” His words came out rushed that you almost didn’t understand him, but both Eddie and Buck were standing from the table so you felt the need to follow. You all rounded the table and gathered in a group, your excitement utterings overlapping each other. The apartment was finally filled with life again as your laughs rang through it. 

The three of you shared looks, feeling nothing but excitement as you thought about your future with each other. It seemed nothing but bright and filled with happiness, the three of you finally getting what you had wanted for months. It was finally happening, no longer a figment of your imaginations or something you only dreamed about while falling asleep. 

“Should we…seal it with a kiss?” You asked and the two of them nodded enthusiastically. 

“Absolutely,” Eddie responded. 

“I think it would be wrong if we didn’t,” Buck added. You turned to Buck and slowly stepped forward, throwing your arms over his shoulders. His hands went to your waist as his eyes moved to your lips, they were covered in a pretty red lipstick that he almost didn’t want to mess up. 

You slowly leaned forward, capturing Buck’s top lip between your two, this kiss quickly becoming more desperate and hungry than you had intended. Your hands moved to his hair and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. It was even better than he could have ever imagined and now he knew exactly why Eddie was kissing you any chance he got. Your lips were addictive and now he could kiss you any time he wanted. 

You had been fantasizing about Buck’s lips for months and they definitely lived up to the hype. They were soft and tasted like the wine you both had been drinking. He knew what to do, somehow knowing exactly what you liked even though you hadn’t done that with each other before. You definitely could’ve gotten used to it.

You licked into his mouth and Eddie stood there watching, suddenly becoming concerned about how turned on he was by his girlfriend making out with best friend. The whole thing was so hot and he couldn’t wait for his turn. He was getting desperate, but also perfectly content just standing there and watching, seeing your tongues tangling together turning him on.

Buck moaned into your mouth and you took that as a sign to pull away, not wanting the thing to get too heated. You pulled away and tried your best to hold back the urge to laugh at your lipstick smudged all over Buck’s face. 

You wiped the lipstick off of your face as Buck turned to Eddie, his eyes filling with fire. Eddie grabbed him by the back of his head and pressed his lips to Buck’s roughly, taking no time to stick his tongue into his mouth, letting their tongues scrape together. He wanted to taste him for himself and now he understood the hype. It was perfect, like the two of them fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Eddie pulled away before Buck was ready, but he supposed that it was getting late and that he should’ve gone home since he and Eddie had to be at work early in the morning. Before he could speak, though, both you and Eddie reached up and wiped the lipstick away from his face. You both look so concentrated and he thought it was cute how you both were always so quick to take care of him. 

“I should…head out,” he jerked his thumb to the front door. 

“Do you have to?” You asked, a pout forming on your lips. 

“Yeah, you could stay the night,” Eddie suggested. God, that sounded so inviting, but Buck didn’t have any of the stuff he needed, especially his uniform. 

“I really can’t. Next time, though.” He took each of your hands and led you to the door as slowly as possible, stalling as much as he could. He pressed a peck to Eddie’s lips then yours before opening the door slowly, giving you each one last chance to get one more kiss before he left. 

He puckered his lips and you jumped at the chance, this one longer and your lips lingered on his. Eddie did the same and before the both of you knew it, he was gone and the two of you were leaning against the door. You turned to each other as giggles escaped your lips as you both knew you’d go to sleep peacefully that night, knowing that you both finally had the man you each had been pining for for months.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (18.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff

Indecent Proposal (18)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Licking your lips, you watch Bucky and Steve emerge from the shower. They chose to wear nothing but a smirk while parading around the bedroom.

“So…are we going to get down and dirty or what is the surprise you were talking about before bending me over the bed to eat my coochie,” you wink at Steve who was all over you this morning.

You whistle when Bucky steps toward the bed to cup your face and press a soft kiss to your temple. “Aw, doll. You are so needy and pretty this morning. If only we had more time.”

“Buck, we should get ready. The stylist will be here any moment and our pretty princess is still in her pajamas.”

You pout. “I’m not in my pajamas,” you push the covers off of your body. “I’m naked.” You smirk and wink at Steve. “Just like you.”

“Stevie, she’s so naughty,” Bucky grins devilishly. “Doll, I swear. If we had more time, I’d kill that pretty pussy and ass with my tongue and cock.”

“Buck, not now,” Steve tuts. His features darken for a second, remembering the things Jake revealed to them last night. “We have more important things to do. And we need to talk about a few things later. But first…”

“It’s time for our surprise,” Bucky chuckles. “Get out of bed, Y/N. You need a shower too. We will be waiting to send the stylist in.”

You blink a few times. Why do you need a stylist? Is there a special occasion you forgot about? Crap, maybe it’s the wedding anniversary and they want you to celebrate with them.

The dress the stylist brought is a dream. No.��It’s more than that. Never in your life did you wear something so beautiful and elegant. 

You feel like a princess or a queen. Maybe you are. 

Because Steve and Bucky make you feel like you’re one in a million. Not just a random woman they can use for their pleasure and toss on the street.

“How do you like it?” The stylist asks. She pushes her looks out of her face while looking you up and down. Her cheeks dimple and she claps her hands. "Not to brag but I outdid myself with that dress!"

“I love the soft fabric,” you run your fingertips over the floral print and smile. The dress is playful, just like you. The bohemian vibe of the flowy maxi dress in a floral print was Bucky’s choice, and you love him for it.

“You look very pretty,” she says and points toward the jewelry on the bed. “We only need to decide on the jewelry you want to wear.”

“Something simple, I think,” you point at the rose pendant in rose gold with a single purple-pink diamond, matching your light rose dress. “I want the dress to impress.” You chuckle at your bad rhyme. “I mean…it’s beautiful and speaks for itself.”

“You’ll look beautiful, and they will love it,” she coos. “Aw, this is so exciting.” She claps her hands. “Let’s take their breath away, sweetie.”

“Doll…wow!” Bucky and Steve gasp when you walk inside the ballroom. “You look stunning.”

“We got us a good one,” Bucky jokes before he takes your left hand to kiss it. “Right, Stevie?”

“Beautiful,” Steve takes your other hand and presses a soft kiss on your knuckles. “And stunning.”

“What is going on here?” You look at both men. They’re wearing black tuxedos, today, and matching bow ties. “Steve? Bucky?”

“You’re our beautiful and pregnant fiancé. Today, we want to make it official. Even though polyamorous marriage is not legal, we want to make you our wife. You’re our third. The missing piece we were looking for,” Bucky softly says.

“You’re not only the mother of our babies, but the queen sitting between her kings,” Steve smirks that irresistible smirk. “What do you say?”

“Will you give us the honor to become our naughty vixen?” Bucky throws in. “Will you let us eat that pretty pussy for the rest of our lives?”

Steve makes a face. “What I wanted to say was that we’d be honored if you would agree to become our wife.”

“YES!” You wink at Bucky. “And I want to become your wife too,” you purr in Steve’s direction. “I’m not wearing this dress for nothing.”

Part 19

Tags in reblog.

[gamblersdoll]

continuing with this... www.tumblr.com/gamblersdoll/753233021639999488/bakugou-readers-biggest-rival-who-believed-that?source=share

from smut to angst because after bakugou has distanced himself from them, the boys announce their relationship with her. and now he has to put up with how all of them are affectionate with her in public, he's sure some of them do it on purpose in front of him, while bakugou can only think "why aren't I there too?"

why couldnt he be there, too?

he hated your guts, he hates how you gave all those fuckers a chance. but, not him.

he hates you so much, he thinks about hog tying you and fucking into your throat. bruising it because how fucking dare you for excluding him.

he hates you so much, he doesn’t even want to look at you when he fucks you. only going delirious when he bends you over and fucks his kids into you.

he hates you so much, he wants to cuck every one of those fuckers and show how a real man fucks his bitch. they would wish they had a cock like his, they wish they had breeder balls like he does.

he hates you, he hates you, he fucking hates you.

he hates how comfortable you are knowing you didn’t include him, he hates how your just okay with those fucks announcing the relationship they have with you.

he hates every, single, part.

he hates how you cloud his mind when he should be doing paperwork.

he hates how he has to tap on several of your stories on social media and youre with that fucking red head, or that fucking nerd.

he hates how he cant even land a finger on you, yet those whores of men can kiss up on you or slap your ass in public.

he hates everything about you.

he hates how he has to log out of ‘x’. just because the mainstream media is taking about your relationship.

he fucking loathes when news reporters ask him his opinion.

“mr. dynamite! whats your opinion of the new polyamorous relationship of (hero name) and phantom thief, red riot, deku, shouto, and brainwash?”

“get the FUCK outta my face with that bullshit.” he bucks at him, keeping his trail on and pushing the cameraman out of his way.

he despises you.

yet, he knows its only his rage blinding him.

knowing deep down, he cant hate you. he cant, not with you. he could hate everyone else, but for you, he cant.

he wishes that he could see you impaled on several cocks, including that izuku and his red headed catfish.

he wishes that you had the decency to even invite him, why didnt you?

was he not even enough for you? was he not man enough to even be there?

he had to know why he wasnt even offered, yet everyone else was included. his heart always ached when he was lone in his thoughts. his overthinking could always eat at him, bringing himself back to his youth when his idol had retired.

fuck, could that be it? because you found out about that shit?

no, that was too long ago, you didnt care about that when you had heard about it.

was it because he hadnt surpassed allmight?

was it because of his bad arm?

why didnt you give him that chance? was he not enough for you?

he didnt know, and he hated you for that. he hates that he missed your smell, he missed your cocoa powder scent, your thick and long hair, the eyelashes you were beautified with.

he hates your entirety.

yet, he misses your entirety.

[bucksboobs]

buddietommy was the best dynamic recently introduced to the show and I miss them so much 😭

bring back Eddie's new friend! bring back Buck's hot boyfriend! bring back the polyamorous triangle that in the fanon was so juicy to think about!

Bring back Buck having people to lovingly roast him in canon and lovingly spitroast him in fanon!!!

[kedsandtubesocks]

cowboys like us

Bull Rider!Din Djarin x F!Reader x Bronco Rider!Jack Daniels

summary: one cowboy is already a challenge, but two is either going to be your best blessing or worst curse

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern rodeo cowboys AU, Din is still a papa and has his baby, light discussion of the rodeo and events, light angst & miscommunication with eventual resolution, Jack & his sweet talk with calling reader ‘baby, honey, sugar,” bar scene with moments of drinking, heavy making out, intense grinding & dry humping, spicy moments, M/M/F & M/M dynamics, polyamorous exploration that leads to eventual poly relationship

word count: 5.9k

a/n: welcome to the first fic of the ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series! I know, I know, this is such a strange combo & AU but I’m such a sucker for cowboy Din and of course Jack decided to barge in and here we are lol, the biggest and deepest thank you’s go to @perotovar @lowlights @nothoughtsjustmeds & @beskarandblasters - this wouldn’t be here without y’all and I’m so eternally grateful…and to you if you’re reading this thank you so much

You wonder if maybe you’ve unknowingly slipped into a strange country song and not realized it.

Popcorn litters the floor all around. The plastic arena seat is a bit uncomfortable. A drunk woman behind you almost spilled beer on you but apologized profusely. There are more cowboy hats here than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

But as you sit in this strange existence a voice over the loudspeaker comes and sparks up your soul. As the announcer’s voice booms, loud screams swallow up the air of the stadium.

You spot him already climbing onto the bronco and your heart jumps into your throat.

“The man smooth as whiskey!” The announcer screams clear and booming with an accented southern pride.

“Give it up for Jack Daniels!”

Shrill shrieks erupt fanatically loud as if the place now morphes into a boy band concert instead of a rodeo competition.

That is until the alarm sounds. The chute opens, and the ride begins.

Focusing on Jack is chaotic. The bronco bucks frenzied trying to throw the cowboy off with a wild strength. His black Stetson hat goes flying and your stomach drops at how rapidly his body whips around. Back and forth, back and forth, he tries holding on with simply one hand.

It’s terrifying. It’s hypnotic.

Then it’s over fast.

The beautiful horse flings off Jack and he lands on the dirt. You clutch the edge of your plastic seat. The horse continues bucking and your mind rushes to the worst case scenario of the creature’s strong might rearing down on Jack.

Then the cowboy springs up like nothing.

A smile even illuminates his handsome face and it ignites the crowd into a gleeful roar.

You don’t even know if he did good. You barely understand the point system or average or whatever it is.

The horse thankfully settles and Jack struts away effortless.

Suddenly Jack’s salt of the earth eyes flick up. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on you.

The seat you’re in sits close to the edge of the arena, on the floor just right outside the ring.

Then, with all the confidence of a man whose job it is to ride a bucking bronco, Jack blows you a kiss.

The drunk woman behind you along with her friends scream their heads off thinking he blew the kiss to them. Maybe he did. He’s a damn flirt. You even glance backward to see one of the girls, very drunk, tries to calm herself down from freaking out.

Jack now walks heads to the side to exit. His eyes however stay glued to you. And the minute you turn back to stare at him…he winks.

Then he vanishes.

This cowboy might be this event’s closer, but this isn’t the end of the rodeo for you. The incoming bull rides shift the air. It’s considered another heavy hitter main event and the anticipation bubbles.

Unlike Jack, who arrives like a firecracker ready to brighten up any room he enters, this cowboy emerges like a shadow.

Keeping his head down, it doesn’t help that a protective mask covers his handsome face. However, the energy radiating off the cowboy’s deadly focus composure is like a quiet storm on the horizon.

He stays silent, doesn’t even lift his eyes up, almost in a focused trance.

“Mr. Silent and Deadly himself… Din Djarin!” The announcers boom out his name.

Then you watch as the man becomes a myth, one who tames a wild force of nature.

Din and bull fly out of the chute with a choking force.

In the same way your breath stopped watching Jack getting bucked around, the same dizzying panic fills you as Din battles the same force.

He stubbornly stays on, rides as the bull thrashes around. You wonder if this is where some mythologies stem from because it is something unreal watching this man move with this powerful creature.

The crowd hoots and hollers cheering Din on. You stay petrified in your seat.

Then the ride finishes fast.

Din flies off the bull and your breathing stops. Rapidly the trainers along with other cowboys scramble to settle the bull and check on Din. The bull rider casually rises up unbothered, unshaken, and the crowd goes wild.

You exhale a loud shaken sigh of relief. Your body feels like jello, as if fear has finally been exorcized from your body leaving you a boneless mess.

Suddenly Din rips the guard mask off and all attention falls to him. Sweat adds a shine to his face and his hair is a tousled mess but he’s never looked more gorgeous.

“What the fuck?! Dude, he’s hot too?!” Someone squawks out.

The ladies sitting behind you of course notice Din and squeal out feverishly. Unlike Jack, an actual peacock who owns the crowd basking in the attention, Din’s face stays lowered with his eyes averted shyly.

Until his dark eyes suddenly flicker up, like a viper peering out from a cave. His eyes find you surprisingly fast.

You and him simply stare at each other. Then so quickly Din averts his eyes away again and heads off.

The shakiest exhale leaves you.

Your heartbeat drums loud in your ears as if you were the one who just finished the wild rides. And maybe you did in your own way.

“Oh my fucking god!” Behind you one of the girls screams. “So many hot cowboys! Like, how the fuck do you pick just one?!”

Alcohol drenches her playful words. However, to you they become barbed and catch on your heart. Because how do you pick between two handsome cowboys different as day and night.

“Babe!” One of the girls giggles. “That’s the secret, you don’t pick just one! You have ‘em all!”

She howls a wild laugh and the others scream scandalized but gleeful. One of them even jokingly says ‘so you gotta catch ‘em all like pokemon!’ which almost makes you laugh.

But the words hang in your heart like a rusting anchor.

Grabbing your bag, you head out. Arriving at the backstage area of the arena, you flash the visitor’s access pass to security who lets you through. You’ve only done this a few times before but your heart still races getting this type of entrance.

Earlier today Din said he’d wait for you after in the small rest waiting room. When you open the door, you stumble upon a sight.

Jack's hand firmly holding Din’s face -

As the two men passionately kiss each other.

Jack’s taller than Din, slightly, not by much. Din’s build however is firmer, solid, compared to Jack’s sleek stature.

Immediately they both break away from each other as if electrocuted.

Din and Jack’s eyes catch sight of you and their faces fall. Din whispers your name out while Jack stays silent.

Reality rams into you like a released wild bull.

Because you realize you’ve interrupted them. You're barging in, an actual third wheel.

You want to move, want to say something. But you can’t even imagine what. It clicks that you read this whole situation wrong. Maybe neither of them actually held feelings for you.

A sudden loud knock on the wall makes you and the cowboys practically jump.

One of the event announcers pops his head in casually.

“Hey sorry, but you’re needed out back Djarin.” He says to Din then leaves.

Even with the surprise arrival and then departure, the thick tension doesn’t leave the air. If anything it’s caused a strange vacuum to form.

Jack now breathes out your name hesitantly. Yet, his eyebrows are furrowed hard, concerned and upset. Din’s dark eyes shine so visibly soaked with worry.

Before you can even say anything one of Jack’s main coaches and manager, Champ, waltzes in. He’s a striking presence that draws all the focuses to him

Champ whistles loud. “Who died in here?”

No one says a word.

“Alrighty then,” Champ shrugs, not wanting to dive into whatever he senses.

“Daniels come on,” he urges. “I ain’t waiting anymore. They’re probably waiting for you too Dinny.”

Champ’s nickname for Din, which Din himself detests, makes you smirk and brightens your spirit for a moment.

But the awful tension stays sticking to your skin allowing a poison to seep in.

“Hey there, sweet pea.” Champ nods his head acknowledging you. With a weak smile you nod back.

You politely excuse yourself and leave.

The walk out of the arena is the longest of your life.

Everything you just saw flashes through your mind a rapid flip picture book. You can process what you saw but can’t fully grasp it.

Even outside, the roar of the rodeo swirls around even in you.

You might have wandered into a country song earlier but you didn’t realize it was going to be a heartbreak one.

You met Din first in a grocery store parking lot.

It had been a total accident. Literally. You had gotten into a small fender bender with him in the parking lot of a grocery store.

He drove the oldest silver Honda Civic ever still existing and still can’t believe it didn’t even manage to take a hit. You were also horrified when you saw there was a baby sleeping away in the car.

Yet the entire time Din was so kind and concerned about your wellbeing.

You didn’t realize it then, but that shy and very handsome scruffy man with his ancient Honda Civic would change the orbit of your life.

Because that day you accidentally collided with a cowboy, it opened your world like a vast desert horizon.

Jack arrived soon after.

If Din was the soft daybreak, then Jack came in like a dust devil.

Though they competed in two different categories, you discovered many rodeo circuits crossed paths.

When you went to visit Din months ago at the ranch housing many of the cowboys for training, that’s when you first met Jack.

He walked straight up to you and asked if you were lost because he was concerned heaven was missing an angel.

He hasn’t shut his mouth since.

Before it was simply you and Din. But Jack is a force that seems to barge his way in like the wild broncos he rode.

He is shameless in flirting. He often playfully touches yours and Din’s cheeks often, or casually drapes himself over you or his fellow cowboy.

Din on the other hand is quietly sweet. He routinely sends you photos of the sunrises of all the cities he travels to.

So opposite, they almost are like the sun and moon.

You began caring for them fiercely and fell so fast.

But now, you contemplate if you simply played yourself a fool becoming your own rodeo clown.

All the ideas, all the heavy conflict of having to pick between the two of them, taste bitter on your tongue. You take a long swing of your drink to hopefully wash it away. It doesn’t.

Din texted you asking to please meet him here at this bar near the secondary training arena and now you wait.

It’s lively tonight. Even after being thrown into the world of cowboys, or rodeo circuits, sitting in the honky tonk bar feels as if you’re on another planet. The music thankfully has a nice beat so you enjoy the song playing.

Someone slides in besides you, not even sitting on the bar stool.

“You seem lonely.” The voice of a stranger.

Besides you, a lanky college freshman looking guy leans against the bar staring at you.

“Just waiting for a friend.” You politely answer.

“Well, maybe you’d like some company waiting?”

You’re about to decline when a looming presence arrives at your back.

“Sorry there buckaroo, but this lovely peach is taken for the night.”

Jack’s smooth voice rings out and shocks your system.

The stranger’s face drops comedically fast and the punk scrambles away without another word.

You turn around and it isn't just Jack behind you but Din is as well.

Jack wears his black cowboy hat and you’re surprised to see Din in one as well. He rarely wears his Stetson but it transforms him.

In typical western, the dark midnight cowboy hats are that of the outlaws, the bandits. One of Din’s managers, an older man named Cobb Vanth, once told you that.

And maybe these two are.

Yet, even as bandits, they stand before you like two country romance song dreams. The kaleidoscopic lights dance and radiate off them.

Din mutters your name with hesitation swirling in his eyes.

Panic prickles against your skin. You’re not ready yet.

So you turn to the bartender and order three rounds.

“Honeypie, we gotta talk.” Jack says low, strikingly somber.

Shaking your head, you swallow hard. “Not now. I just…can we just please…just wait for a moment.”

Please let’s just enjoy this false dream a little longer, is what your heart whispers out.

“Of course.” Din mutters and they both move to sit on either side of you, a sort of barricade you’re already missing.

The drinks come and in a nervous quiet move you and the cowboys cling your glasses together. Everyone tosses the shot back. The tequila burns and helps slightly.

You decide if this a goodbye to this dream, you want to at least enjoy it a bit tipsy. So you order another round.

“Careful.” Din urges, ever the cautious one.

“Come on.” You now perk up. “You two both scored high yesterday! We gotta celebrate.”

Which is true. Even with your brewing heartbreak, you still got excited seeing their scores from the app alert. Because that’s the person you’ve become. You have apps on your phone dedicated to rodeo cowboy scores. Well, you might be deleting those apps soon.

You move to take the next shot.

You raise your glass to your two dear cowboys - the ones who you text everyday, the ones you try facetiming as much as you can, your dearest friends.

And maybe that’s all they will be.

You toast to their scores and to them.

Din’s eyes hold a pained shine in them that makes your heart twist. Jack instead wears a rather terrifying steeled up composed face.

You feel empty taking this shot and only Jack throws his back with you. Din even doesn’t touch his drink.

This time the tequila goes down warm and numbing.

The alcohol begins to work its confidence magic in you as you tease Din for not wanting to drink with you. He however glares at you and you’re reminded of an unwavering mesquite tree.

Maybe this is a bad decision.

You can’t be selfish about this. These two found each other. All those moments you thought they had feelings you simply had read the situation wrong.

“Look,” you sigh now, deflated. “I’m sorry-”

Jack suddenly smacks his hand against the bar countertop. It’s aggressively firm, a loud startling whack of a noise.

“Dancin’.” Jack declares loudly. “We’re gonna dance.”

“What? You and him?” You ask over the music.

“No.” Jack snaps. “We’re all goin’. So get your asses up.”

Din scoffs.

Jack, with firm hands yanking on yours and Din’s sleeves, actually drags everyone to the dance floor.

You can’t comprehend what’s happening. The floor is heavily crowded and no one notices three more additions.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can’t dance.”

Both you and Din fling out the same hurried replies to Jack.

He barks a laugh.

“It ain’t about being good at dancin’. S’about feelin’ the music, feelin’ the beat.” He yells back and then instantly transforms into a commanding force.

Sliding behind you, Jack turns you around to face Din.

His and your eyes go wide.

Jack then reaches to yank at Din’s dusty jacket, effectively pulling him forward -

Straight to your front.

Your heart hammers loud in your ears, so loud it drowns out the music blaring.

“Relax.” Jack purrs out. “Just…feel.”

You want to bark back about how that’s easier said than done. But your tongue gets tied up so badly you can’t form words.

Then one of Jack’s solid hands moves to your hips while the other reaches across to rest against Din’s shoulder.

You’re locked into them.

Jack begins to move you slowly.

The music shifts into something sultry, almost aching to be a slow dance, but a lively beat keeps it moving. You didn’t even think country songs could have this kind of vibe. Even though Jack mainly guides your hips, you already start swaying to the beat on your own.

That’s when Jack slowly bumps and nudges his hip against yours, fully pressing you closer to Din.

The position isn’t lost on you. It’s undeniably intimate, overly sexual, and you’re worried how this looks to others in the bar.

Then Din presses forward firmer against you and your mind blanks for a moment. Now sandwiched between a cowboy canyon, a dangerous heat burst from your chest.

Jack moves his nose against your face.

“Relax gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”

Your eyes hazing over flicker to Din who stares out with a deep desire swimming in his eyes. Cautiously his hands now move to rest on your hips. One of them goes on top of Jack’s.

You swallow hard and pray the lingering liquid courage will bless you.

Deliberately, sensually, your hips wiggle and grind between the two of them. You might not be properly dancing right or even swaying to the beat, but desire is the one guiding your body.

Many times nights alone in your bed you've thought of them like this with you. And now, you’re here caught in the sticky heart of that passionate desire.

Din dives forward and presses his face against yours.

Jack groans as his nose buries into your hair. Their cowboy hats create a sort of cover over you casting a shade against the glittering bar lights.

You’re literally under their shadow.

“Oh baby.” Jack whimpers.

Your hands, which you awkwardly kept close to your chest almost afraid to touch this dream and have it pop like a soap bubble, now tingle. You want to touch them both as much as you can.

So one of your hands slides up to hold onto Jack’s face while your other runs up Din’s broad chest to his shoulder. Your hips continue to sway and grind between them.

Then, like a spark ignited, something shifts.

Maybe it’s more people crowding in on the dance floor, or the heat finally bubbling over, but you’re suddenly squished firmly between them, practically glued together. Din’s face, his striking nose, presses against yours while Jack burrows the side of his face against your cheek.

They purposely rut into you. You think this is maybe the closest taste of what it would feel like for them to fuck you and you drown in it.

With Din and Jack, both hard, grinding against your front and back, your eyes close. A debauched sensation sinks its claws into you. It’s sinful and utterly deliriously delicious. You worry you’re about to melt.

Lust rips through you, an incinerating beast, and you bow to it.

In that haze, Din leans down and licks the sweat on your neck. His tongue against your skin, electrifies you. You ascend out of your body and moan.

Your body bucks up hard begging for attention and release only to find you’re still firmly caught between a cowboy canyon.

Jack shushes you firm but low. “G’damn y’all ‘re gonna be the death of me.”

His voice slurs, almost sounded drunk in something dangerous. Din continues licking at your neck not stopping once.

Suddenly Jack moves and shifts your body. The jostling breaks the movement and snaps you aware, like you’re slowly waking up, wearily trying to recapture your focus.

Quickly he snags your hand and Din’s. Out of reflex you clutch onto Din’s jacket. Jack, now a focused man on a mission, guides the three of you out of the crowd.

“Where are we going?” Din mutters against your face.

“Don’t know.” You answer truthfully.

You can’t tell where Jack guides you. The haze still fogging up your focus keeps you surprisingly pliant. It also doesn’t help that Din now practically drapes himself against your back, a protective cowboy like cloak. His lips continue to softly try and kiss any inch of skin he can reach.

You never thought he’d be the greedier one.

Jack guides everyone down a hallway past the restrooms. He even shouts a friendly greeting at someone. Of course he would know people here.

“Get your asses in here.” Jack now growls and his accent seems stronger.

That’s where he opens a door to a small back office type room and barrels everyone inside.

Jack’s not gentle. He almost yanks everyone in like a panicking kid trying to hide something from their parents. The door slams behind him. You’re transported into a badly lit mess of an office.

Jack whips around, pitches forward and before you can react he moves to attack your neck alongside Din.

His tongue licks a possessive strip up to your jaw then starts biting at your skin.

A wild moan escapes you as your eyes blissfully close.

You’re burning up. Your body, now molten, is only held up by your cowboys pressing flat against you. Both Jack’s mustache and Din’s faint beard scrape against your skin beautifully. Two tongues maping out your skin makes your mind evaporate. Every inch of your body screams for them.

That’s when you feel Jack drag his tongue on your neck down towards Din.

With another playful nip at your skin, Jack moves to lick against Din’s mouth still on you.

The wildest moan escapes you and you almost come right then.

Both cowboys almost kiss each other while also trying to still taste at your neck has you absolutely dizzy.

It’s hot and consumes every inch of you. You’re panting ridiculously loud and you can’t even hold back your whines or whimpers anymore. Slick pools between your thighs and sticks to your body. Your neck feels just as wet with the spit covering your skin.

Suddenly a loud aggressive bang rattles the door and your perfect illusion pops.

Panic barrels into you like a wild bull and your eyes go wide.

But your cowboys react fast. Din protectively curls his sturdy arm over you and draws you closer. Jack whips around and stands protectively in front as if to block the view.

Thankfully no one opens the door.

“Ya better not be fuckin’ on my god damn couch, Daniels!” A man howls with laughter.

“No fuckin’ way in hell.” Jack hollers back. “Not when your nasty ol’ ass calls its home.”

From the other side of the door the owner of this room laughs electrically loud. The man smacks on the door twice, an almost playfully goodbye.

The blazing heat that was melting you now simmers out like a fast dying out ember. An awkwardness settles in its place.

Your mind sorts through the heavy doubts again. Were you just a toy for them to play with? And even though a more aggressive side urges you to just enjoy and not think more into this, you don't want to be seen as just an accessory to their duo.

So slowly and quietly you untangle yourself from them.

Din mutters your name slightly confused and Jack turns around looking towards you.

“Where ya headin’ out to, peach?” Jack asks surprisingly composed.

You quietly tell them you’re gonna head home. A thick tension returns, choking the room.

Din calls your name, solid and striking.

“We need to talk.” His words are firm.

You want to make a sarcastic quip that they weren’t much for talking a few moments ago. But you don’t. You want to go home, maybe wash your skin off till you reach bone. You want to wash them away because it’s sinking in.

This last taste of desire is maybe your goodbye.

“Now why ya gotta make it sound like we’re talkin’ about a goddamn funeral, darlin’?!” Jack huffs annoyed.

Din shoots him a sharp annoyed look.

Darlin’

You’ve never heard Jack call his fellow cowboy that.

His nicknames for Din ranged from ‘pigeon’ to ‘sourpuss’ all were affectionately teasing in nature. Now the tender pet name holds the unspoken truth, as if seeing them kissing didn’t solidify it earlier.

“I’m sorry, I just…I read this wrong…” your voice becomes small and deflated. You would head home with a broken pride, but you didn’t want to be bitter about this.

Your eyes flicker up to them.

“You two… I’m glad you both found each other.” You smile weakly, the strongest attempt at being honorable and good. Yet the words turn to ash on your tongue.

You promise you’ll text them when you get home and now turn to leave again.

“The fuck s’that all about?” Jack snarls and his words snap your spine straight.

“Jack.” Din chides him sharp and your attention whips back to them a bit panicked.

Anger, along with the faintest edge of annoyance, colors Jack’s handsome face as he glares at you.

Your face scrunches up confused. What is he so upset about?

“The three of us were practically just humping like fuckin’ barn animals in heat and you wanna say shit like that?” A hot flash runs in Jack’s eye and you swear he even sounds hurt.

“Don’t say it like that.” Din glares.

Your eyes flicker between them and an edge of panic starts crawling on your skin.

“Wait, what?” You mutter out confused.

Silence suffocates the room and it feels like you’ve entered into a classic western standoff waiting to see who will strike first.

“Oh baby,” Jack’s gentle exhale shatters the moment as his eyes stare so directly at you. “Ya haven’t realized it?”

“What?” You squeak out confused.

“We’re crazy for ya… like a bunch of fools tangled up in a damn lasso.”

Jack’s words ignite a flurry of sparks within your chest that knock you breathless.

Turning towards Din, you notice his Stetson hat slid off, possibly during the heat of the moment earlier. But it allows you the clearest view of his gruff face and you think he’s never looked younger. His face is open. Hesitation and worry linger in Din’s dark road eyes reminding you of how secretly tender hearted this cowboy is.

Then Din nods so slowly, agreeing.

You almost choke on an inhale.

The sudden thought of picking between them has a fanged spike of anxiety rushing through you.

You didn’t want to pick. But, were you being selfish because of that?

Sensing your hesitation, or catching whatever emotions now flood your face, both cowboys now hesitantly move towards you.

“Talk to us, please.” Din softly urges.

Your voice cracks, tripping on itself annoyingly conflicted. But you manage to cough out that you don’t think you can pick between them. You don’t think you ever could and you’re worried your heart might not even handle it.

“Oh sweet baby,” Jack breathes out.

Suddenly the back of his hand tenderly strokes your cheek. Din gently glides his hand to your back and softly rubs you soothingly.

Your heart jumps into your throat at their sudden shift in affections.

“You don’t have to worry…or pick.” Din explains softly and with comfort.

Wait.

“You both…” you exhale shakily. “You two want me? Want us?”

For some reason, the notion of ‘us’ strikes you right then and there. That idea of you and them becoming an ‘us’ feels like the most natural progression in your mind.

Your best friend, when you told her about you and these cowboys, had cautiously asked if there was maybe a possibility of a poly type relationship happening. You immediately shot her down, not even wanting to think of the option.

But if you had been honest, a part of you started feeling guilty at the thought of wanting that. You enjoyed spending time with Jack just as much as Din. And you enjoyed spending time with them together.

Now you stand on the new ground of something beautiful waiting for you to step into.

“Sweetheart, hate to break it to ya…but we’ve been an us even before our dumbasses even realized it.” Jack snorts.

Din rolls his eyes and you snicker. But Jack is right.

Tentative date-like nights included Jack joining. Jack constantly invited both you and Din to his ridiculously lavish RV he used for the rodeo road trip days. That eventually led to days where you and Jack waited together for Din to finish. Or Din and you watching Jack practice. Din even began bringing his adoptive son over and Jack took to the baby like a fish to water.

This path you unknowingly had been on now is about to be crystalized before you and it warms every bit of your soul.

But a sharp fanged doubt suddenly gnaws at you.

“Wait,” your voice wavers. “This…this isn’t the alcohol talking right?”

Din sighs, shaking his head no but Jack answers first.

“‘Fraid not gorgeous. Been wanting this for a while.”

All worries get snipped and float out of your body leaving you so limitless.

Din leans to draw you into his side embrace and burrows his face against you.

“Sorry we didn’t discuss this sooner.” He mutters. “It all just…kind of happened.”

You understand and lean back against him. Din exhales shaky, soaked in a relief you can almost feel in your bones.

“Now, now, you two angels can’t go leavin’ out ‘ol Jack.” Of course Jack chimes in.

“Maybe it’s time we rethink this.” Din dryly comments and you laugh when Jack squawks out like a disgruntled crow.

But he effortlessly manages to borrow against both you and Din. It’s a little cluster, a soft clanging of bodies, but it’s cozy and feels right.

Someone yells outside the door laughing and your heart jumps.

“Whose office are we even in?” Din mutters out.

“Jimmy’s. Well technically mine too since I own the bar with him.” Jack casually drops.

Of course he did.

“And as cozy as it is here,” Jack adds gently. Both of their hands now intertwine against your hip.

“I say we move this little party somewhere nicer, like let’s say…my trailer?” Jack offers.

His RV is nice. Din’s is very spartan compared to Jack’s that had a full king sized bed and jacuzzi.

They truly are your sun and moon, so opposite and yet so beautifully brightening up your sky. A beautiful buoyant bliss fills you knowing you’re in their orbit, just as much as they’re in yours.

Din’s baby boy is a fidgety one. While he enjoys running around, he also loves to watch the world form anyone’s welcoming arms.

Which at the moment happens to be yours.

The baby chews happily on his favorite adorable stuffed longhorn plushie while the two of you enjoy the peace of the arena.

Without the noise, the yells and commotion of the crowd, or the sea of cowboy hats, the arena is strangely quiet, almost church-like in its own way. You understand now how it can even inspire a deep devotion.

After all, you see it through the eyes of two cowboys.

The baby happily shrieks and begins twisting in your arms. You turn to see what’s gotten his attention.

“Why howdy there my lil’ tumbleweed!” Jack warmly cries out and without hesitation scoops the sweet little boy into his arms.

The baby squeals in delight as Jack peppers him with kisses. Your heart melts at the sight.

“Don’t worry, didn’t forget about you too darlin’.” Jack winks and leans to kiss you soft now.

His mustache tickles your lips and you smirk. He also playfully and lightly smacks your bottom. You shoot him a look while Jack innocently shrugs.

“Our cowboy come out yet?” He asks.

You shake your head. Not yet. Din being ever the respectful man he is, allowed the others to use the practice bull first and took the last slot available for the practice times.

However, his team and the others arrive just as fast. Din steps out, the true silent assassin he’s regarded as. He’s memorizing to watch, so deeply focused and intense.

The baby now whines at being held and demands to be put down.

“Don’t worry I’ll watch him, you watch Din.” You reassure Jack while he places baby boy on his feet. The baby immediately waddles away, absolutely giddy to be free.

“Lil’ stinker.” Jack affectionately teases with adoration shining in his eyes.

Your eyes now watch the curious little babe you treasure so dearly. Behind you though, the training starts.

The clang of the chute being prepared and the commotion of the team getting ready fills the arena.

Then the alarm blares. The loud noise has the baby jolting in surprise. Before he can cry at the sudden noise, you quickly scurry over and swoop him back in your arms. You playfully press a loud raspberry against his sweet chubby cheeks and he giggles.

The noise of the ride erupts with the thrashing of the bull and the upheaval of the dirt.

Then, it’s all over.

“Attaboy!” Jack cries with a loud proud clap.

The baby, now fully distracted by the commotion, seems happy in your arms again as you approach Jack’s side.

Quickly your gaze goes to the arena to make sure Din’s alright.

“How did he do?” You ask about Din.

“Better! Still ain’t as good as yesterday's time but rides like these just help keep ya warm and flexible.” Jack explains.

With the bull settled, Din moves towards Vanth to discuss the ride.

Din draws his helmet up and already has so much sweat on his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is, rugged and adorably scruffy.

“Bweh!” The baby happily spots his papa and squeaks.

The noise causes all in the ring to turn towards where you three stand. Cobb Vanth grins kindly and Din’s eyes soften immediately spotting your little cheering group.

“Yeah lil cowpoke, you didn’t get to see how good your papa was, but he did great.” Jack coo’s as he softly smooths out the baby’s hair.

With a pat on the back from his manager, Din jogs over to you and Jack.

It’s unique, this new carved out existence of yours with them. But it’s beautiful and feels as if it’s always meant to be, like this has been in your veins long before you even knew.

Din reaches the edge of the ring and you and Jack shower him with praise. It’s adorable watching him get flustered at all the attention given to him, especially when you lean and Jack lean to kiss his cheeks.

“Seems like your ridin’s was a little rusty today though, cowboy.” Jack purrs. “Maybe we should all have a nice private lesson after this.”

“Hope those lessons aren’t with you. Last time you were out by the second count.” Din, like the surprisingly snarky man he is, effortlessly replies back as snatches the baby wiggling trying to for him.

Jack squawks hilariously upset and you snicker as your heart fills to the brim.

The arena is quiet, a sacred space that watches over all of you together like this. And it’s special, having this moment here with both of them.

You think there might not be many country songs about snagging two cowboys, but it’s okay.

You find this song in your heart feels eternal.

[babyslutbuck]

the idea of buck in a polyamorous relationship is so funny. if he's not the most important person in his partner's life he's blowing himself up immediately.

[dadbodbuck]

so many of you are missing out on how fucking funny a polyamorous buck read of s7 is. local idiot learns that the man he's unknowingly been in love with for 5 years is flirting with his new crush (that he also doesn't know he has) and his only coping mechanism is to go completely insane. new crush turns out to be gay and interested (yay!) and also kisses him so good it makes him reevaluate 32 years of repression. he fumbles a date because his husband (that he doesn't know he has and also is not out to) shows up. somehow he convinces his new crush to go on another date with him (to his sister's wedding). he proceeds to maul him in a hospital lobby because he shows up all sweaty and sooty. his husband temporarily loses custody of their son because he dated a woman who looks exactly like his dead wife. evan buckley pulled two hot hunky men and he still doesn't even know he pulled one of them. he calls the other one daddy and sucks his dick on the reg

[iniqiiiluvs]

SATO SUGU X LOSER BLACK READER

Finally got around to ts I’ve been busy with school and work

Also ngl I wouldn’t call this a smau because there is no social media this feels more like a filler episode to me or some shit 😭

You noticed that Gojo and Geto were quieter than usual

“What’s up with you guys” you asked

“Nothing” Geto replied a little too quickly

You got upset because before you sat down they were talking like how they usually do,they aren’t all up on each other now

“Liar”

Geto looked up at you

“Wha-“

“I said you’re lying you guys were all talkative when I arrived and now you’re not even talking to me..or each other if I’m making things awkward say that”

As much as it hurt you to think that they found you annoying you had to keep it a buck 50 with them

Gojo sighed then looked at Geto with a serious look in his eye you knew it was serious cause Gojo is never serious

“We..need to talk Yn” Geto spoke in a quiet voice

You almost went off of them because they never said anything this whole time,and now they want to talk???

You took a deep breath and decided to hear em out

“Yn are you interested in anyone?”

That question made you freeze cause for as long as you could remember you had a crush on both of them but you never said anything.Minus the fact that they got together it felt super weird you assumed it was just hormones or whatever

“Um maybe”

You would cringe at yourself for saying that but tbh you couldn’t even blame yourself how could you when two of the people you have a crush on are right in front of you asking questions about your love life

“Maybe?” Geto repeats after you laughing

“Uh yeah” you replied your voice shaky

There was a moment of silence before Gojo spoke up

“How do you feel about polyamorous couples”

Geto laugh eyes widen as he jabbed Gojo’s side

“I think they’re cool more honestly loving more than one person would be nice” you spoke in a quiet and dreamy voice

There was a moment of silence

“Would you like to be in one” Gojo looks at you intensely

“Uh I don’t see why not”

Geto rolls his eyes

“With us”

“Oh”

You would’ve stood there letting your mind run wild except for the fact you weren’t about to fumble not one but TWO baddies

You collected yourself

“Fuck it why not” you shrug trying not to show that you were hella nervous

It felt like whiplash watching their eyes gleam up

“Seriously?” Gojo says smiling

“Of course”

Geto sighs and leans back

“Ok great”

“So when’s our first date”

You mentally cursed yourself out for asking that,the fact that you don’t have much dating experience is showing

Gojo smiled

“how does Friday after school sound”

“Great” you smiled

Taglist: @ofcqdesi

[vessel-token]

— sugar, i’ve got a taste for you now. (pt. 2)

Sleep Token Vessel x F!Reader x III.

Tags ; Explicit Sexual Content. Dom/Sub Undertones. Implied Polyamorous Relationship. Double Penetration. Handjob. Fingering. Threesome (you’re all lowkey switches btw). Multiple Orgasms. Creampie. Praise Kink. Implied Aftercare. Fluff (at the end).

AN ; first of all, i am so, SO sorry for how long this sequel took me!! i got a job back at the end of august and finally achieved a romantic relationship (shocking, i know), so things have been moving rather fast for me. this fic is gonna end up being a birthday gift for me, too!! but, life aside, i am finally here to supply what i’ve been promising. i tried to add a bit more of sleep lore, too! i wanna delve into that more later… i hope you all enjoy, and thank you so much for your support and patience! as before, this is NSFW, so MDNI! love you all. <33

Their kiss is indication enough that whatever flame has sparked between you is nowhere near ready to burn out.

Vessel acts as the instigator as always, but he certainly doesn’t have to do much this time around. III’s erection still strains eagerly against the zipper of his jeans and while you may be just now coming down from your previous high, you’re more than ready to go again. You can’t explain it, but these two have a way of making you dreadfully insatiable, like they’re your own twin sins of greed.

You’re not much better, though.

Like a moth can’t resist approaching the flame, so too are you unable to resist indulging in their antics. The second that III and Vessel break apart, both equally breathless, you wrap your arms around III’s shoulders and usher him upward. His legs bracket yours and Vessel’s, his knees planted on either side as he hovers over you. The position practically begs you to touch him, and who are you to deny him when he’s been so very good?

Your fingers tremble as you begin to deftly undo the buttons on III’s pants. Vessel steps in to help you by tugging them and III’s boxers down, pulling the offending fabric past his slim hips until your prize is revealed. Whereas III is smaller than Vessel in length, he’s thicker, and still every bit as well endowed as the first. You’re excited to get your hands on him, you can’t lie. His cock is flushed and angry from the neglect, with precum already gathering at its tip.

Like the resourceful woman you are, you reach between your legs and use your own slick to coat your hand, making the glide far more comfortable for III as you wordlessly invite him to fuck your fist. You don’t even have to instruct him on what to do or present it as an offer, the man is far too desperate to care for manners as his hips begin to buck almost frantically into your grasp.

Behind you, Vessel hums his approval. His eyes are obscured by his mask—that damned mask—but you can feel them darting between III and you, as though he’s indecisive as to which part of the show he wants to pay more attention to. You don’t mind in the slightest, and you know III is too fucked out to truly care in the moment.

“It’s not enough,” comes the third’s rasp, his hands clutching at your shoulders. “I need more.”

Before you can answer, Vessel speaks up instead, “What are you asking for?”

The faux innocence woven into his voice tells you he really means; say it aloud, beg for it. You can’t help but snort at his teasing, but you share no sympathy for III. He let Vessel torture you earlier, he deserves it in return. It’s only fair.

You peer up at III while you await his answer, unable to disguise the satisfied upturn of your lips as he clearly struggles with voicing his desires out loud. Though he’s pulled his balaclava mask back down to conceal his face, you can tell he’s frowning (read: pouting) in mild frustration. His eyes meet yours and you can sense his mental cursing of you as he holds your gaze steady. It’s all in good fun, you know that, but the imagined threat sends a thrill down your spine. You know he’ll get you back for this. You and Vessel both.

III’s palm glides over the sweat-slicked skin of your torso, over your stomach and the valley of your breasts. It takes Vessel’s previous spot on your neck, his fingers curling lightly around your throat. He leans over you, close enough to kiss if his mask wasn’t in the way, and you can feel his sigh through the fabric. Your own hand stills on his cock, but you can still clearly feel it twitch against you.

“I need to take you,” III murmurs. He tilts his head in a way eerily similar to a predator sizing up its prey. “Is that good enough? Or would you rather me say I need to fuck you? To ruin you, to dissemble you bit by bit and place myself within the cracks, until no one knows where one of us begins and the other ends.”

To become one.

That’s what he’s implying, and it leaves you a little breathless.

Under Sleep’s influence, you have all already been united. You are all meant to contain Him, and maybe that’s what’s drawn you together to begin with. You’d spoken with the others about it before, how they all felt compelled to accompany Vessel upon meeting him, like he was a magnetic force guiding them in. Upon accepting Sleep, you were now all connected on a level deeper than anything fathomable. In a way, you are all one entity as much as you are unique individuals, but there has always been that ache to merge.

It’s a want that extends so much farther than bodily desires or lust. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you look at it—flesh has its limits. The closest you can come to reuniting with Vessel and III is by having them like this.

“How romantic,” you muse, having located your voice again. If your words come out a little more strained or breathy than usual, you can only hope the other two don’t notice it.

They will and they always do, but you can pretend, if only to save your dignity.

“We require a proper answer, my love,” Vessel reminds you, his mouth against your ear. “I don’t think any of us would like to wait much longer.”

You suppose that’s a fair point. You can still feel Vessel’s own arousal pressed against your ass, and III’s is still throbbing in your grasp. You aren’t unaffected, either. With the high of your first orgasm having finally subsided, your cunt continues to clench around nothing, more slick gathering where III had previously licked clean.

“I want both of you,” you reply, “together.”

All at once, the room seems to get a few degrees hotter, as though the simultaneous sharp inhales from the two men have absorbed any lingering chill. They say nothing, but you can hear their hums of mutual agreement as they begin to shift around you. You’ve always found it interesting how despite their blatant excitement, they abstain from handling you roughly. They’d do so if you asked of course, but they’re otherwise gentle. Reverent.

Vessel lays back and they position you so that you’re straddling him, hovering tantalizingly over his stiff cock. III is the one behind you now, one hand on your waist while the other lines up his dick with your dripping cunt. He presses lightly on the small of your back, urging you to bend over so that he has easier access. You do so without hesitation, bracing yourself on your palms placed on either side of Vessel’s head.

Seeing as neither man is particularly small, their fingers work their way into you before anything else. They do so without warning, undoubtedly delighting in the gasp and startled moan you let out when four digits slide into your tight heat. You hear them both chuckle as you wiggle your hips, unsure whether to grind forward or backward. It’s overwhelming, having both Vessel and III buried to the knuckle inside of you, rubbing and scissoring against your spongy walls.

Though it’s certainly not the first time, it always takes your breath away as if it is. The pleasure is intoxicating, but nowhere as intense as it is when they both have their cocks in you. That is a heaven no religion could ever even hope to promise or encapsulate.

“Fuck,” you whine, feeling Vessel crook his fingers at the same time that III thrusts his back inside.

You don’t even know how long they stretch you for, but you do know that you’ve cum twice already, gushing over both of their hands. Your thighs are already beginning to tremble with the effort it takes to support yourself. You’re white-knuckling the cushions beneath you, eyes half-lidded, and they haven’t even fucked you yet. It’s maddening, but you can barely form the words to demand they hurry up.

Vessel and III always try to make an effort to prioritize your pleasure and comfort over their own, meaning they likely would’ve stretched you for hours if you truly needed it, even if they were both aroused to the point of pain. If the discomfort still proved to be too much, then they wouldn’t dare to take you like that. They’d just find an alternative method, like they’d done when you had first tried this. Thankfully though, after weeks of your own insistence and reassurance (and practice with toys in secret), they had been willing to attempt it again. The discomfort was always there considering the unnatural stretch, but the experience was wholly worth it.

Thankfully though, they get the message themselves that you’re more than ready.

With those two orgasms to loosen you up and daze you, Vessel is able to slip into you with relative ease. You make a sound caught somewhere between a whimper and a moan as he bottoms out inside you, your body greedily taking him. III is quick to follow suit, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance before slowly beginning to press inside as well. His girth stretches you the most, the familiar stinging pain alerting your senses to the intrusion. You breathe deeply and remind yourself to relax your muscles as much as possible, feeling III pause after each shallow thrust so as not to hurt you anymore than absolutely necessary.

Vessel reaches up from beneath you, his hand cupping and stroking your cheek. III mirrors the comforting display, peppering kisses over your back and shoulders. He must’ve pulled his mask up when positioning you, you belatedly realize. Both men do their best to soothe you, calloused palms running over your body to rub and squeeze.

“You’re doing so well for us, darling,” III assures you, now embracing you from behind. “Your body welcomes us so beautifully. Made for us, made for this.”

“You are so deserving,” Vessel adds, his voice like warm honey as it pours into your mind and melts it blissfully. “Deserving of pleasure greater than either of us could offer you, of everything good and all that’s beyond that. You embody perfection.”

If you had been focused more on their words and not the glorious sensation of III finally sliding home inside you, their words would have been enough to have tears stinging your eyes. You’ve never quite been able to view yourself the way that you know they view you; like a sacred treasure with a history of ignorant misuse and lack of adequate appreciation. Now that you’ve fallen into their hands, they’ll do everything in their power to ensure you’re valued the way you should have been from the start, regardless of whether you believe yourself undeserving or not.

Your forehead thuds against Vessel’s chest as your own heaves with each gasp. Everything feels heightened, like you’re teetering on the precipice of oblivion. You feel unbelievably full, unbelievably whole. This is what it means to be one, to belong and be belonged to.

Around you, you hear the shared groans of III and Vessel, both fighting against the desperate need to move. They want to make sure you’re adjusted and alright first, but between the friction of their own dicks brushing together and the way your cunt keeps clenching around them, you’re positive they’re at the brink of madness.

“Please,” you manage to babble out. “Need you to fuck me, I need it. Wanna feel good.”

You’re sure you’re slurring your words a bit there at the end, but the pair get your point loud and clear. Two sets of hands settle on your waist, holding—no, bracing—you as they take you. They can’t go very fast or rough like this, but it doesn’t matter in the slightest. The sensation is more than enough to get you off, ripping a cry out of your throat as your entire body shakes. Every rock of their hips has you swaying, their cocks spearing you open with even the tiniest of movements.

Somewhere over your shoulder, you hear III swear and moan out, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he begins to slow to a grind while Vessel continues to thrust. You can only imagine how overwhelming the friction must be for them, especially judging by the way that neither of them can keep their voices down. Neither man is usually that vocal in bed, Vessel is generally louder than III, but both are releasing all sorts of sounds you’d never had the joy of hearing before.

“So goddamn tight,” III curses, his fingertips pressing what will likely become small bruises into your hips. Vessel groans his agreement below you, his own head thrown back and his lips parted as he pants.

God, that was a sight.

They’re both close, you can tell. They’re just rutting into you at this point, treating your cunt like a glorified fleshlight with the sole purpose of getting them off. They keep adjusting their grip on you, trying to pull you closer and squeeze tighter. Your mind is virtually gone by this point, so you have little qualms with getting treated like a rope toy by two competitive dogs. As long as it feels good, you couldn’t care less.

“Doing perfect for us, love,” Vessel praises, his hips stuttering beneath you.

“Gonna make us cum,” III husks.

You’re given no warning as Vessel reaches between your quivering thighs, rubbing frantic figure-eights on your swollen clit. You can’t even tell them you’re close before your body is jerking and tensing up on its own accord, unable to choose whether to buck forward against Vessel or back against III. Your orgasm hits you with the force of a thousand waves, crashing over you mercilessly as you scream in delight. It’s about the only thing you can do, your walls spasm deliciously around Vessel and III as if trying to urge them to finish, too.

It doesn’t take much persuasion for them to be cumming as well, spilling deep inside you and filling you past your limit. You can feel their spend drip out of you, leaking down the insides of your thighs along with your own fluids. It’s too much, yet it’s perfect. You can’t describe it, you can’t even think. Your head is a blank canvas and the pleasure is a splatter of colorful paint all over it.

You’re not certain how long you remain there, slumped over Vessel’s chest with III bent over your back. You’re all thoroughly satisfied and spent, boneless in each other’s embrace. Despite the ache that’s beginning to creep into your legs and the stickiness that’s drying between them, you feel wonderful.

As Vessel’s fingers card through your damp hair and III’s lips press absentminded kisses along your shoulder blades, you know that you are whole, you are safe, you are loved.

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