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aste-te05 · 5 months ago

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(A very late) Valentines Day Special 💖

A Knockout x human! Reader fic

(This is all fluff no worries maybe some Wheeljack x reader sprinkled in but whatever)

Enjoy!

So this is where it gets you. Where you solemnly put yourself to rest because god knows if you'll have the will to make it out alive.

You succumb to the situation at hand and have decided from here on out, you're just going to let yourself put your guard down for once. The situation can no longer get any worse then it already is, and you know you only had your best intentions at mind when you chose to follow your friend through the ground bridge. You were scared for her, you knew how the decepticons were ruthless, how they give no thought to this planets inhabitants and would be happy to squish them under their peds. You were only trying look out for the teen, despite the lack of attention you paid to your own safety at hand. You knew she made it out safe, you saw her make it out of the cave as she ran to her green guardian, baffled at how she even made it to their coordinates being under the bots' radar the whole time. Did she notice you didn't make it out? Did she even tell the others you were there with her?

A million thoughts rattle your brain, you believe it's the remainder of dust particles in the air or something having a slight effect on you, making any attempts of rational thinking almost impossible, but you can't help but let your emotions wonder through you. You're scared, you're without the cover of safety that the Autobots have chosen to shower you with. You're on your own.

Well not totally. Aside from being stuck in this energon mine, one other being was just as unfortunate like you to wound up in this tough situation.

Knockout.

You hadn't notice the red racer car behind you at first, only paying attention when you heard him suddenly cursing the rock fall out and approaching it in a fitful manner. You're not sure if he acknowledged you as he was busy kicking the rocks away in a weak attempt of escape. A pitiful attempt you think.

"Primus no, this can't be fair" You heard him mutter in exhaust as he sat down on the rocky floor. He lets out a sigh of annoyance as he looks like a kid who just got out on the wall for time out.

You're scared to move, seeing as you were already aware about how he felt towards humans like you, not even attempting to make a slight noise you turn your head to investigate the wall that separates you from the sweet outside air.

"You just going to stand there fleshy?" His voice is like a nail to your head, so rudely interrupting your train of thought as you jump slightly realizing his attention was now on you. You notice his blazing red eyes and for a moment you’re entranced. In other context you'd say they were more beautiful then intimidating, but not now and definitely not here. He was a predator, and you were the weak prey that had an unfortunate chance to get stuck with him.

You glare in slight annoyance, stepping cautiously around him until you were a foot or two beside his giant frame, you notice the details of his paint job, all the red with yellow accents, you find that it weirdly just suits him. You also hold in a small giggle as you notice how the shiny finish warps your face into absurd shapes. Graciously sitting your ass down you choose to lean away from the Decepticon, scooting slightly farther away as he proceeds to eye the fuck out of you like the creep he is.

As you attempt to go through the very few options you have that you make race back and forth, Knockout takes the time to drum his knife-like fingers atop his knee, he has one leg up and the other laid down. You watch him wordlessly as he continues to look around the perimeter, maybe searching for a quick solution out. Or maybe he was searching for a big enough rock to hit you with, it was difficult to try and figure out an answer with him.

Judging by his mildly off setting demeanor you come the conclusion that he is safe. (For now) and continue to sit beside him, both of you occasionally stealing glances at each other from time to time. It makes your nerves feel like they’re on fire whenever you catch his eyes gleaming down at you. You wonder what he’s thinking, or if there’s anything he wants to say, you soon get your answer as he clears his throat.

”you know earthling I’m usually not too fond of your kind, but I do find your company to be more… tolerable then the others.” He looks away from you and you can’t help but let your body tense up, are you surprised? Unsettled? You’re not even sure, as this was something you weren’t expecting to hear. Especially coming from a Decepticon, especially coming from Knockout.

“Thanks… I appreciate the uh. Compliment?” You question that last part since you don’t really know what that was, only that it made you feel something in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that relates to nausea almost.

He smiles at you and leans towards your minuscule frame, putting his weight on the arm holding him up as he sits in a relaxed posture. He’s fully facing you now which finally makes you notice his grin, his more than cheerful grin that you’re not sure if you like at the moment. Especially considering you both were still stuck together in a cave, and as you wonder if the oxygen will run out before you’re saviors get the chance to free you, you find yourself grateful that you get to spend quality time with someone you might be able to consider a friend after this. If there even is an after.

He chuckles slightly and you proceed to watch as he shakes his head.   “It’s crazy to me that I just said that, but despite everything I’ve put you through earthling I’m surprised you’re not cowering of fear that you have no way out, trapped with a Decepticon that has gladly gambled on your life in the past.”

it was true, he has been the reason of you almost dying numerous times. But a part of you can’t exactly hate him for it, you’re both on opposing sides of the war, both sides fighting for what they believe is right. You can’t exactly blame him even if you wanted to.

”I’ve gotten used to it, but I appreciate the sentiment Knockout. Maybe if we ever get out of here we could be something similar to acquaintances. I’d quite like that.”   You aren’t certain what made you say that last part but you find it hard to lie when your life is very well in someone else’s hands. This seems to surprise him however and he gives you a small grin. You find no malice in his expression as he nods in confirmation.

”as would I”

you smile at this, you don’t know why you smile but it just hits you in the part of your heart that’s been aching for a connection to someone. You gain a false sense of hope that maybe Knockout would be the one to do that for you.

You open your mouth to remark his words when you’re startled by the sound of collisions. Someone’s trying to break through the rock wall, you stand up swiftly hoping it was one of your autobot saviors, but to your absolute terror you hear a voice that you’d taken a disliking to.

“Knockout, what is your designation?” It’s Starscream. He sounds angry and before you’re newfound friend can get a sentence out you’re sprinting behind a boulder, just in time to see the once blocked entrance now reopened, the seeker sauntering in as he approaches Knockout with fury.

The red mech stands up and brushes himself off, the sediments and particles flying off of him. You hear the two exchange very few words as Starscream transforms to his alt mode and whisk away, Knockout getting prepared to trail behind him, he stops however and turns back to you.

Suddenly everything you two said is forgotten as that same fear rattles the bones inside you, you’re shaken with fear as he approaches and stares at you for a moment.

”aren’t you coming?” He asks, gesturing to the fallen rocks and the landscape that beckons you outside. You can’t move however, as you’re scared that Starscream might still be near the area, surveying somehow.

Where were the autobots?

”im going to wait until help arrives, im not going to risk being seen by your commander.”

You notice he looks almost solemn as you both remember you’re technically enemies to each other.

”very well, I’ll wait with you.”

You look at him almost wide eyed. Kind gestures weren’t far inbetween but for a decepticon, hell, for knockout it was almost non existent.

”what?” You ask sheepishly. Almost scared that he’ll scowl and walk away, leaving you to deteriorate in your own madness.

but he doesn’t. His expression instead softens and he straightens his stance.

”I said I’ll wait with you, did I not speak clear enough before? Have the dust particles gotten into your tiny human ears?” He says, almost jokingly. It was meant to be a taunt yes but more friendly than you’re accustomed to. You let yourself smile but immediately wiping it from your face. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

”No it’s just- I wasn’t expecting… this.” You say, gesturing between the two of you in an awkward motion with your hands, which makes Knockout chuckle once more. A sound you’ve grown to almost like.

”It’s a hard situation to grasp i know, but maybe it’ll make sense to you in the future.” You can’t help but feel that statement was foreboding almost, it makes you nervous to think about it, similar to when the author give you foreshadowing of the ending of the book. It’s something you choose to ignore.

You turn away from him and reluctantly choose to say silent, afraid that anything you might say after might annoy him causing him to leave. In truth you enjoyed the ‘cons company, which almost came to you in surprise as you realize just how far you’ve fallen.

suddenly, the rev of engines garners your attention once more, you turn to peek around the boulder cautiously as you spot two sport cars and a motorcycle approaching the now open cave entrance. You’re ecstatic and run towards them in a frenzy, the motorcycle transforms first and Arcee rushes towards you. You assume she was going to ask about your status when she noticed the red bot behind still lingering in the cave, immediately she draws her blasters in a swift motion, the autobots that arrived with her; Wheeljack and Smokescreen, do the same.

Their guns are out and you start to regret your choice of running out in such a hurry, you look from Knockout to Arcee with the fear of seeing one of their guns go off, before the mech yet again clears his throat.

”Not here to fight, I was just making sure your little human friend made it out safe.” He points to you while you’re slowly ducking down behind Wheeljacks peds, not wanting to see the outcome of a maybe gruesome situation.

”Likely story, now leave before we let it rain on you” you hear Wheeljack remark, his tone is threatening and you can only watch sadly as your new Decepticon friend raises his hands in the air in a means of surrender, as he continues to transform into his alt mode and race off, away from the foreseen blast zone.

”Close call” Smokescreen says, continuing to but his blasters away as the trio look down at you in awe.

”we were concerned when you didn’t make it back with Miko and Bulkhead.” Arcee begins to add. You shrug in embarrassment and Wheeljack continues to chuckle beneath his breath. You however, are just relieved that everyone made it out unharmed, this could’ve gone so terribly wrong and yet the universe has decided to grace you with this new opportunity. This new friend. 

シ

Months pass by since the incident, to your relief Miko has since grew a bit wiser about rushing into danger, and you find yourself more relaxed then you were before, in a spontaneous course of action, you decide to put the past events behind you, wanting to enjoy the time you have now with your mechanical comrades. The day flashes by in a flurry and you’re excited when the time to go home finally dawns upon you and your human friends.

Like clockwork you each go to your respected guardian, at least your three friends do. As of now you have yet to call any bot on base your guardian as that’s not a burden you wish to put on them with their busy schedule. Optimus had offered at first and soon after he arrived, same as Wheeljack, you declined both of the offers of course (to their mild dismay) as you had mentioned that you’re grown, it’s not like you were in need of close monitoring in times like these.

Wheeljack, in your eyes, almost seems excited to get the chance to take you home. Over time, as you two have grown to know each other, a bond has quickly developed. You considered him a reliable and close friend and he did so you as it wasn’t meant to be anything more, you’ve mentioned to him once before, as you both were having a sit down talk looking over the Nevada desert on a cliffs edge, that you’re not looking for a relationship with anyone other then a human, only to notice his face slightly fall as he hears your words. The sun began to set over the horizon and he remained quiet for the duration of your hangout, it’s something you’ve chosen to push aside to the darkest parts of your mind, mostly for the sake of not wanting to put down your friend in any way, and also because you can’t believe in a love like that. It’s not written in your script to be with a bot like him. Wheeljack obviously knows of that and he’s willing to work with your boundaries, but it doesn’t mean he won’t push them a little.

“Ready to roll out kid?” He asks as he transforms to his vehicle mode and opens the passenger door for you to strap in.

you settle in the cushioned seat rather comfortably and swiftly fasten your seatbelt, leaning back in your chair as Wheeljack begins to make his exit out of the base tunnel and into the crisp Nevada night. You proceed to take in the view of the sky through your window, you’re relaxed and you’re happy to unwind as you think back on previous events of your life, you even begin to think about Knockout when you hear Wheeljack begin to speak through his radio.

”You like watching the stars kid?” He asks, you smile at his interface and nod solemnly. Choosing to ignore the fact that he must have been staring at you somehow, as you choose to stay blissfully unaware.

”Yes I find it to be relaxing if you must know.” You reply bluntly.

“Maybe if you’re up for it I can take you out on a ride in the old Jackhammer, get you up close and personal with the stars up there, you like the sound of that?” It was an invitation, one you couldn’t possibly refuse despite the feelings you know he has for you, he wouldn’t pressure you into anything romantic without going over it with yourself first, at least, you’d like to think he’d do that.

”sounds like a good idea ‘Jack, maybe one of these days we can do that when the Decepticons aren’t plotting to destroy Earth every waking hour.” To that you both begin to laugh, and after for the rest of the ride you two decide to sit in a comfortable silence, and as he pulls up to your house’s driveway, he leaves you with parting words as you step out of his vehicle form and onto the sidewalk and cool night air.

”I’ll consider it a date then.” You don’t get the chance to respond before he closes the door and speeds off, you’re left in confusion and you’re left to stupidly stand on the sidewalk for sometime until you make an attempt to walk yourself to your front door rather slowly. You decide that this is something you’ll have to deal with tomorrow, or the very least you could block it out of your mind until the time for the hangout actually comes. Taking out your keys from your jacket pocket, you sit and pause for a moment, thinking about the routine you’ve came to follow religiously once you get home; Walk through the door, take off your shoes, then you head to bed. So simple and so mundane.

Why not change it up? You were in high spirits tonight and it wouldn’t hurt to treat yourself.

As you step off your doorstep and head towards your car that’s parked lazily in the open garage, you’re greeted by a pair of headlights heading up the road towards you, giving you not even a second to react before the vehicle pulls into your driveway. It’s passenger door opens and you hear an all too familiar voice call out to you as you stare at the empty leather seats inside, anticipation building within you.

”I’d figure you’d want to change up your schedule tonight.” You hear Knockout say as you settle in the seat, you can feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest as you let the seatbelt strap itself over you and the door closing as he backs out of your driveway. Speeding down the road to what you assumed was the drive in theatre you’ve both grown accustomed to hanging out at.

”what’d make you come to the conclusion that I didn’t want to sit at home alone tonight?” You ask, as you watch the houses swiftly flash by in the view of your window.

”A little birdie told me it’s a holiday today, something you humans call Saint Valentines?” You smile and proceed to cock a brow at him, hearing the rev of his engine as he notices your slight amusement.

”A little birdie huh? Don’t you mean the World Wide Web? Also, you know this holiday is meant for couples right?” He stays silent for a moment before he replies cockily, “Well yes, but wouldn’t you say we already match that criteria? I mean we already go on dates to the drive in theatre, and I got you these beautiful flowers that I thought you’d appreciate.”

Your attention is drawn from the window to his backseat as you spot a bouquet of pink roses strapped neatly in the middle. To this you smile and turn back around to face the front dashboard, you’d figured you’d ask how he got those later as you didn’t want to spoil the mood in any way. You ever so gently pat his interior and you’re delighted to hear his engine purr in response.

”Thanks Knockout, you didn’t have to do that though.” You say, you’re caught off guard when you hear him scoff at you. The audacity of sassy men.

”Why of course I did, how else am I suppose to honor my gorgeous lady on this very important holiday?” You smile and shake your head in an endearing manner, all the while trying to hide the urge to sob and thank him so graciously, as you don’t want to get feed his ego even more.

”it’s more of a minor holiday, but I appreciate your efforts nonetheless” you say, folding your hands in your lap in a polite manner.

”Good, it’s not everyday I get to shower you in gifts of which you deserve my lady.” He replies. You’re forced to hold back a small laugh as your cheeks turn slightly red. You almost forget how much of a charmer your boyfriend has become since you two had become friends in the result of getting trapped in a cave together. A memory you two have come to laugh about and reminisce in the months following once you both realized the others affection was nothing less of romantic.

”Well Happy Valentine’s Day to you Knockout.” You say to him as he pulls into the drive in theatre, an old timey movie is playing on the big screen all black and white and you can’t help but smile. As the light shines down on you through the windshield.

”Happy Valentine’s Day earthling.”

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gosmigenergy · 1 year ago

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JUST DESSERTS

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

Summary: Frankie and Santiago decide to host a Valentine’s dinner however you’re already a little suspicious of what they have planned.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, swearing, minor angst because Santiago’s an idiot, sex pollen, group sex, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), cream pie, voyeurism, choking, nipple play, oral - male receiving, hair pulling, spit roasting, gagging, squirting, allusions of masturbation (male), fluffy ending, nickname/pet names, no use of Y/N.

Word Count: 8.4k

Author's Notes: Just for a little context, here's the fic this one's related to.

You had spent all afternoon watching from a distance.

Frankie preferred you to be out of the kitchen when he was prepping a three course meal for multiple people, saying you were too much of a distraction. Reluctantly, you stayed out of his way and tried to keep yourself busy.

You heard his hushed profanity.

“You ok, babe?”

He was stuffing his phone into his pocket when you approached.

“I forgot an ingredient.”

Your head cocks to one side, brows furrowing. It was unusual, he was so methodical when it came to cooking, he’d never forgotten an ingredient since you’d started dating. Maybe it was Valentine’s Day nerves or because he was in someone else’s kitchen, you had to ask him why they chose Will’s place.

“I can go get it for you.”

“It’s ok, I’ve already messaged Pope.”

The pair of them had planned this evening together because you couldn’t quite book a table for five at a fancy restaurant on the day of love without being questioned. Not to mention the extortionate price rises, the candle lit table where you can barely see and the knowledge you would sit throughout dinner with four sets of eyes on you, all wanting the same thing.

“Soooo,” you bite your lip, “what do you want to do now?”

Leaning back, he folded his arms, eyes trailing you from head to toe. A shiver shot up your spine as his stare hung low, his tongue flicking over his lips and Frankie knew he had just enough time to do what he wanted to do.

When Santiago knocked on the door, it took a few minutes to get an answer.

He was just about to knock again when it swung open and revealed you, flustered and glancing down, he noticed your lack of pants. His one eyebrow quirked and a slight smirk came to his lips.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything,” Frankie entered the living room. “I made sure she finished.”

The temperature in your cheeks rose to scorching, in all of your dating history, you’d never been caught and of course, it has to be Santiago who catches you after a thorough fingering. He’s fucking delighted.

You walk away from him before he can utter a word.

“He wouldn’t let me answer the door until I came,” you say, taking your shorts from Frankie.

“Gotta make sure you’re satisfied.”

A hand snakes around your back and he pulls you closer, squeezing the plumpness of your ass. You cup his whiskered jaw and place a kiss on his cheek before kissing him lightly on the lips, his fingers burying further.

“I’m just gonna clean up.”

“You’re welcome to stay like that,” Santiago chips in.

“I thought you were helping Frankie in the kitchen.”

You saunter away, purposefully not putting on your shorts just to rub it in his face a little.

“I hate you,” he turns to Frankie.

Frankie blinks at him, “You got the stuff.”

The pair of them go into the kitchen, ensuring they’re out of the way from prying eyes and Santiago pulls a tiny brown bag out of his pocket. Frankie snatched it from his hand and eased out the bottle, it looked like any other baking ingredient in a pipet bottle except it was fluorescent pink in colour.

“I still think we should tell her,” he said, bringing it closer for inspection.

“She’ll be fine.”

Frankie went to the fridge and brought the rest of the ingredients to the counter top.

“Ruby chocolate?”

“It’s fruity and should conceal the colour of that stuff.”

Santiago patted his friend on the back, “I knew I could trust you.”

Once you’d finished in the shower, you went to check on the pair of them in the kitchen. Santiago wasn’t being much help, merely standing there and talking whilst Frankie gently folded a pink concoction in a bowl. As you stepped closer, you caught the chocolate wrapper and knew you had to sneak a taste, slipping past Santiago.

Frankie clocked the single finger approaching and slapped your hand hard.

“Ow!”

He immediately put everything down and wrapped himself around you.

“I’m sorry, cariño, I’ve only made enough mousse for the five of us, no samples.”

You look up at him, your pouted lip beginning to quiver, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. It actually really fucking hurt but only Frankie knows why he had such a reaction and Santiago probably, you could only assume.

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it better.

“There’s some chocolate spare in the fridge,” he glanced at Santiago as he spoke.

Santiago headed to the fridge and back, handing you the other unopened bar before boosting you onto the countertop next to where Frankie was working. You eased the paper packaging apart at the top and cracked the first line, breaking a square off.

“You got any questions about tonight?”

Santiago leaned in, opening his mouth slightly and you fed him the piece of chocolate in your hand.

There was only one question you could think of.

—

“Why are they hosting it at your place?” Benny asked his brother.

“Because I’ve got a big enough dining table.”

In all honesty, Will didn’t know if that was their reasoning, he was confused when they asked him too.

“They could have hosted it here.”

“With what table?”

Benny shrugged, “I could have got something.”

His brother was still living like a bachelor, no table just two stools on a breakfast bar, no spare bedroom or fold out couch, he shook his head. When Frankie arrived at his place with bags of ingredients, Will saw it best to get out of the way and offered to come and get Benny, who was trying to figure out what to wear.

“Don’t you have a dress shirt?”

Will watched on as Benny rifled through his wardrobe.

“Do I look like I would have a dress shirt? The moment I stopped doing parades, I got rid of ‘em.”

He would have offered him one if it wasn’t for the fact Benny’s lean physique would be swamped by his. There was already a pile of rejections on the floor including the one denim shirt he owned and the one that Benny had named his good hoodie.

“Who’s idea was it to dress up anyway?”

“Who do you think?”

“Ah, the man with a thousand black shirts.”

Will laughed, “Even Fish has a nice shirt, brother.”

“The coke one?”

Will folded his arms, brows knotting. Benny looked innocently over his shoulder, throwing his hands out.

“You know which one I mean.”

Narrowing his eyes, Will notices the stuffed shelves to the side of his brother and can make out two green sweaters amongst all the greys and blues.

“What about the green sweaters?”

Benny stepped to the side and pulled them out.

“Bunny likes this one.”

He held it up the forest green one and Will was about to say it would pass until he turned it round.

“Is that a cartoon character?”

Benny scowled at him, “It’s a video game character.”

“You never fail to surprise me,” Will pinched the bridge of his nose, “and the other one?”

Tossing another rejection to one side, Benny unfolded the other one, a lightweight knit with a v-neck and emerald green in colour. He’s pretty sure this was one his mother gave him, he wore it once or twice to please her and then pretended he’d lost it over Thanksgiving. He just hated wearing anything other than gym wear, jeans and a t-shirt.

Will was going to have to take him shopping.

“That’ll do.”

—

You’d finished getting ready just as the sound of keys entering the door. Tottering over, you grabbed the door handle and opened it before Will had chance to get it himself.

“You look as lovely as ever, Bunny.”

You brush the front of your pink and purple slip dress, turning round to show him the back, you’d even wore kitten heels for the occasion.

He hands you a bag whilst he takes another, “The Prosecco you like was on offer.”

“Oh, thank you,” you kiss his cheek and leave a mark.

Benny bashfully came in after his brother.

“Aw, Benny, that sweater brings out the colour of your eyes.”

His cheeks turned pink, this was the first time you’d seen him relatively dressed up.

“I told him that but he wasn’t impressed,” Will called from behind you.

You take his sweater by both hands and pull his body to yours, crashing your lips to his. Instinctively, he brings an arm to your waist to stop you from falling backwards as your frame arches.

“Thanks for dressing up for me,” you say after parting your lips, “I know you hate it.”

“If that’s the reaction I get, I might do it more often.”

A pop of a cork filled the room and Frankie was the first to complain.

“Christ, you could have given me a warning,” he said, the food he was tentatively placing on a finely toasted slice of bread now sprayed across the plate.

Santiago came out of the dining room to see what all the fuss was about and then ushered the three of you away from Frankie. He sat you at the top of the table with the Miller brothers either side before he switched on some background music and left to help Frankie serve.

“Can we have more light?”

“Honey, this is meant to be romantic.”

You hum, “Would be nice to see everyone’s faces.”

You had resisted saying anything for two courses, it only seemed right to see them for dessert. Frankie pulled out all the stops on food, to start was freshly made Bruschetta then he followed it with the first ever meal he cooked for you, steak with dauphinoise potatoes and greens. With everyone’s plates clear, he went to dish up dessert.

Santiago grumbled and turned the dial up a little, bringing a warm glow into the room.

“That’s better,” you smile even as he stares you down.

Frankie comes in with the first two plates, placing one in front of you. The pink mousse he was creating earlier was delivered with a handful of berries on the side.

“I’ve waited all afternoon to try this!”

You waited, fidgeting for the rest of the boys to get theirs with a spoon in your hand. The moment Frankie put his ass in his seat, you took the biggest portion you could.

“This is so good,” Benny said, continuing to stuff the mousse into his mouth.

It was good, you weren’t going to deny that. It was velvety smooth, the ruby chocolate adding a touch of fruitiness along with the berries but there was something else. You began to eat slowly, eyebrows knotted as you tried to decipher what it was.

Everyone kept eating before Will spoke up, scraping the last of it from his ramekin bowl.

“What was that floral flavour?”

That wasn’t quite it but you knew he was close.

“Special ingredient,” Santiago responded quickly.

Frankie sighed, “We’re gonna have to tell them eventually.”

“Tell us what?”

Benny was using his finger to scoop out what remnants he could, eyes flitting from Santiago to Frankie.

“Sooo, it’s not rose?”

Will’s query suddenly makes you feel queasy, unable to eat the last couple of spoonfuls so you place your cutlery down.

Santiago clocks it.

“No,” he says, folding his arms. “It’s Aphrodite’s Essence.”

Will looks at Santiago and Frankie before his brother, who sheepishly avoids eye contact.

A swell builds in your chest, the name is all too familiar and you don’t know whether to scream or cry or both. Instead, you bundle the cotton napkin from your lap in your hand and throw back your chair.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Santiago.”

You launch the napkin, hitting him square in the face as you flee from the room.

He calls your name but you ignore him, already bolting for the bedroom, swinging the door heavily. The slam echoes through the hall and Santiago goes to get up. Will gestures a hand for him to stop and he follows the order like any good soldier would.

“Give her a few minutes,” his eyes glanced to everyone again. “And you can tell me what the fuck is going on.

—

Santiago was hesitant to go in, he didn’t quite know what was behind the door. The four of them had talked it out, Will was pissed with every single one of them for a fleeting moment. Benny and Santiago almost ended up in a shouting match whilst Frankie remained quiet until he decided to step in and shut them up.

“Sure you don’t want to do this?”

He looked over his shoulder at Will who shook his head, he was always shaking his head at one of them.

“It’s gotta be you, man.”

His friend was right, Santiago just hated it.

Taking a breath, he rapped the door but you didn’t respond. He takes it as a good sign and squeezes past the threshold as he opens the door enough to fit through.

“Hey.”

You’re sat up, back against the headboard of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around the teddy Will won you. In the darkness, he could just about make out your teary eyes and he switched on the nearest the nearest lamp to give off some light.

You sniff, “Hey.”

He sits at your feet and you move them back.

“Honey, I’m sorry.”

“The last time we saw each other, you wanted to slow down on all of this shit then you go and —“

You lose your words, you’re so mad at him.

“I know, it’s bad timing on my part.”

You look away, pushing your cheek into the soft fabric underneath.

This wasn’t bad timing, he’d made an idiotic decision to get revenge on Benny and thrown everyone else into the mix with them.

“You remember how scary it was for me, I thought I was going to die.”

“But you didn’t, Fish and I made sure of that.”

“It doesn’t mean I want to go through it again.”

“It’s about ten percent of what you had last time, fifteen tops. We added a little extra just to make sure it works.”

“Couldn’t you have just laced Benny’s?”

“Would you want to be around Benny with that stuff in his system and without any in yours?”

“No,” you hugged the teddy closer. “You could have made him go it alone.”

“I’m mean but I’m not that mean.”

“You could have warned me,” your voice was timid.

He rested a hand on your foot, his thumb stroking your ankle. You were right, Frankie was right but he wouldn’t admit he was wrong.

“Would you have eaten it if you knew?”

You breathe in, the stutter in your chest that you only get from crying. Dropping a hand, you hold onto his thumb, eyes returning to him.

“I guess not.”

He hummed, he guessed as such.

“We’ve got to make sure we all have a level playing field,” he handed you the last of your dessert. “I had to fight Benny before he had the rest.”

Your smile peeks from behind the green dome head and you let go of his thumb, taking the dish. You eat the final spoonfuls and hand it back.

“How long till it kicks in?”

“Somewhere between thirty minutes to an hour.”

“So I have time to fix my makeup?”

He double checks his watch, “Plenty.”

Santiago continued to draw circles on your ankle, listening to your breathing as it steadied into its usual pace.

“Am I forgiven?”

“We’ll see how the night goes.”

He slips off the bed and onto his feet, leaning forward to brush his nose against the crown of your head.

“We’ve got you,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You wait until he leaves the room to sort yourself out. In the bright light of the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of how messy you looked, mostly from the mascara trailing down your cheeks like rainfall. Wiping it away, you reapply everything and fix your hair, rearranging your tits under your dress.

“Need any help?”

After hearing the hive of activity in the kitchen, you popped your head through to the dining room.

“All good, sweetheart.”

Will was alone, carefully stacking dinnerware and blowing out candles. You step further in, playing with your hands.

“I kind of ruined dinner, didn’t I?"

“Hardly.”

Santiago ruined dinner, you merely reacted how most people would having found out their food had been laced. He was surprised he’d taken it so well himself.

You hovered nervously, waiting for his attention.

Leaving the plates on the table, he wanders over to you and coils an arm around your frame, pulling you close. His touch is hotter than usual, palm scorching through the slip dress you wore and you try to figure out how long you’d been gone from the room.

“Can I fix you a drink?”

You smile, “Please.”

He took everything in his hands and told you to head to the lounge. Following him, you part ways and you perch on the couch.

You recognised the similarities of last time beginning to trickle through your system. The elevation in your heartbeat, the rise of temperature in your skin that felt as though you were basking in the afternoon sun. It felt like your lips were getting plumper, your eyes growing bigger, the colours of the room becoming vibrant.

“Benny’s insisting whatever this is isn’t working,” Will chuckled. “Fish is fighting with him to not put a couple more drops straight into his mouth.”

“And what do you think?”

You take the glass from his hand and scoot to the side to allow him space next to you. Taking a sip, every bubble pops along your tastebuds, the flavour sinking in deep.

He shrugs, “I don’t know, what am I supposed to be looking for?”

Leaning back, his eyes roam over your body, noticing how you seem to be glowing. Each inch of bare skin he looks at tingles and you wonder if this is how it starts when you take a normal dose. He stretches his hand, fingertips skimming over your shoulder blades and the shiver travels down your spine, pulsating in your pussy. Something travels from you to him, electricity shooting up his arm and his face turns serious.

“On the table.”

You cock your head to the side, “The coffee table?”

“Front on the coffee table, ass facing me.”

“You sure?”

His one eyebrow arches and he folds his arms, tipping his head towards the table quickly.

You swallow, mouth drying as you listen to his instruction. Slipping effortlessly off the couch, you crawl to the coffee table and move a few items out of the way before you drape onto the cold glass top. Glancing over your shoulder, you see his glazed stare, Aphrodite’s Essence soaking into every fibre of his being.

You knew you were in trouble when his hands reached for his belt.

Your desire was already pooling, the nice underwear set you wore an afterthought as you leaned to show your ass to him.

Will glanced to where the other guys were talking before lifting himself up and dropping to his knees. He tapped your ankles and you spread yourself wider. Grabbing the hem of your dress, he lifted it over the curve of your ass, displaying the dark patch already present on your knickers.

“You shouldn’t have worried about the underwear.”

You frown, looking further over your shoulder.

“Didn’t expect to already be this turned on, thought you would like them.”

“Any other night I would.”

You gasp as he cups a hand over your pussy, pushing against your mound and forcing the bottom half into your wet folds. Whining, you lean to his touch, back bowing. The noises you make cause his cock to harden, already straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Fuck,” he growls, hungrily yanking down your knickers.

He parts your ass cheeks to gaze upon your glistening folds, arousal weeping from your entrance. You breath shudders in anticipation as you break eye contact and face the dark television screen.

You watch as he stares longingly before shuffling back and lowering himself, his broad shoulders visible either side.

He flattens his tongue to your folds and licks up slowly. The mewl you gift him is intoxicating, how your body shakes only sweetening it. Your juices already dribble onto his chin, every moan he gives scattering through your nerves.

Unlike last time, the sensation isn’t as intense, instead it softly spreads a warmth through your body, like the tingle you get from coming in from the cold.

Will continued to eat your pussy, tongue slipping between your lips and teasing your inner walls. Then he tilted his head back and moved forward, mouth locking around your clit. It came alive, your legs threatening to lock if he hadn’t forced you to widen, hands gripping harder.

The sweat was arriving to his forehead, his head cloudy as you engulfed him.

You try to hold onto the table top, clammy palms slipping on the glass as you stretch your fingertips in front. Yet, he fights you, continuously pulling you back until you managed to break free.

“Where are you going, Bunny?”

Turning your upper half, you see his dishevelled appearance, messy blond hair and bright red cheeks.

“Nowhere,” you bat your eyelashes, tongue flicking to dampen your lips.

A smile grows on his face, “Good.”

He unbuttoned his shirt, chest heaving as he scrambled to get the fabric from his skin. Standing up, he stripped down to nothing, eyes not moving from you.

Everyone else remained in the kitchen, talking, unaware of the situation enfolding on the opposite side of the wall.

Kneeling down, Will kissed your lips and brought his weight down on you, pining you to the table top. His hardened cock pushed into the valley of your ass, nestling sweetly between your cheeks. You moan, inviting him to shove his tongue into your mouth and meet your own.

His hands trail up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he carried on up your body and over your stomach, hitching your dress higher.

Sinking his teeth into your bottom lip, he tugs gently before releasing it and nuzzling into your neck. His whiskers scratch your skin as he suckles and the essence in your system screams desperately to be covered head to toe in his marks.

You nudge your ass into him, grinding against his stiff length as your want becomes too much.

Groaning, he snakes a hand between the pair of you and takes hold of his cock. He brushes the tip over your asshole, causing you to shiver before he gathers the juices pooling at your opening.

You have little time to prepare yourself as Will ploughs through your folds and fills you to the hilt. It took the air from your lungs, your arms slipping on the smooth material beneath you. He brings his hands to your shoulders, chest firmly set on your back as he squeezes you, pressing you firmly to the base of his cock.

He waits to see your fingers grip the edge of the coffee table, knuckles almost turning white before he pulls easily through your slick and slams into you again and again. Each one of his overwhelmed senses was only able to focus on you. The final hint of your perfume as the aroma of each other’s sweat hit his nostrils, your frantic cries as you begged for more, your wrecked appearance reflected in the tv.

In the stifling heat of your bodies, you could only think of his cock.

How it glided and buried itself within your walls which pulsed as they attempted to take hold of his length, how every stroke hit the multiplying number of sweet spots in your weeping cunt. It was becoming almost unbearable, you just needed to cum.

“Will,” there was a sense of urgency in your tone.

His breath burns your neck, “I promise I’m close.”

You whine, toes curling as the desire is fit to burst in your belly.

He let go of one shoulder and brought his arm just below your neck, holding you to his chest. His other hand moves downwards, stroking your side with a featherlight touch that has your body vibrating in anticipation. Tucking it underneath, he pulls back the hood of your clit before pressing a fingertip to the bundle of nerves.

His arm locks around your neck as you begin to squirm.

Words fail you, nothing coming out of your mouth but tiny squeaks and the sound of you choking to get air into your lungs. Your eyes are shut tight, the inside of your lids decorated with pinpricks of white and pink.

He takes a few more thrusts until he can no longer force his way through your closing walls. He holds you as close as he can as you stop fighting and your hands cling onto his arm, the orgasm surging through you. Your pussy throbs until you milk him dry, his rasp hot in your ear as your bodies mould into one.

When you catch your breath, the adrenaline pumping through your veins approaches your chest and dispels into giggling.

“Shiiit…”

The laughter was contagious, Will’s chest rumbling against your back before he lifted himself from you. His cock draws out of you as he rests onto his heels and he watches you push his thick white cum from your opening, the audible churn as it dribbled out.

“Is this what happened last time?”

“Sort of,” you look over your shoulder, “except this is much more fun.”

His still stiff length twitched at your words and his cheeks went even redder.

“I’m gonna get some water, want anything?”

You pick yourself up, legs shaking and your dress falls over your frame covering the evidence, if you ignored that he was completely nude.

“I’m good,” you say, closing the space between you.

Leaning in, you kiss him, the flavour of your juices soaking into your lips. When he pulls away, he winks and retreats to the kitchen.

Inside the others had carried on talking, Santiago on drying duties whilst Benny cleaned. Frankie clocked him first, eyes darting over Will’s post sex image and he stepped aside to allow him entry to the sink. Will grabbed whatever glass he could and knocked his brother out of the way, immediately switching on the tap.

“What the fuck?” Benny couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

Santiago leaned against the counter top and admired the view as Will chugged before going in for another.

“You ok?”

“Fucking fantastic, brother,” Will smiled at Santiago.

“See, Benny, it is working.”

Benny rolled his eyes, “My brother’s hard on is not proof that it’s working.”

Santiago didn’t know what other proof he could give, he shrugged, opening up his hands in disbelief.

“Will’s got a hard on, I’ve got a hard on and Fish—”

Abruptly, he stopped talking when he realised Frankie wasn’t even in the room any more. He ran his hand over his mouth, fingers tugging gently on his bottom lip as he thought about his next move.

“Come on,” he strode to the door.

Benny threw the sponge into the sink and followed him, Will stayed put, downing water to rehydrate himself. In the lounge, the other two were greeted by a euphoric sight.

Frankie had already made himself comfortable with his shirt unbuttoned, jeans and underwear pulled down his thighs and sat on the one armchair. You were sat on his lap, legs tucked either side of his as you sat with your ass to him, now fully naked. Slowly, you lifted yourself up and down his shaft, sweet and delicate grunts falling from your lips.

One of his broad hands was on your hip, fingers deep into the flesh as he guided you gently, the other at your neck, shaping your back into a perfectly formed arch. You tilted your head to look at him, eyelids heavy as the cock drunkenness begins to set in and his blown eyes reflect back at you.

“Looks like we have an audience,” he drawls.

Your eyes break away from his so you can catch a glimpse at who’s watching, through the fog of the essence you can tell it’s Benny and Santiago. A sharp sting comes across an ass cheek and you yelp, attention returning to Frankie.

“Feeling it?”

Benny took the question as rhetorical, of course he was feeling it now. His cock grew in a matter of seconds, the bulge visibly drawing the tension in his pants and Santiago tried not to look at it.

Instead, he starts to unbutton his shirt, walking towards you and Frankie hungrily. He places a single finger on your knee and follows your form, a delicate touch over every curve before he takes his thumb and squeezes your nipple.

You bite your lip to stop the moan from coming, a slight stutter in the movements of your hips.

Santiago steps forward and looks down on you, beads of sweat on your hairline and flushed cheeks - god he loved you like this.

“How’s it going, Bunny?”

You gasp for air, “Good.”

His head tilts to one side, eyes flicking to Frankie.

“Just good? I’m sure Francisco and Will are better than that.”

Frankie’s fingers constricted around your neck causing your inner walls to pulse, more juices to flow down his length.

“They are,” you plead with them. “They’re so fucking good.”

Santiago could forgive you, words never came easily when you were overstimulated. Your hips had stopped moving and you sat heavily on Frankie’s length, your hand wrapping around his wrist as he loosened his hold on your neck.

He looked at his friend, “Can I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the way their eyes met.

Frankie removed his hands from you and you straightened you back, eyes following Santiago as he repositioned himself in front of the pair of you. Your hips had begun rolling of their own accord, only widening Santiago’s smile as Frankie hissed.

He roughly snatched your hands in response, bringing them together behind your back before he placed one of his in between your shoulder blades and eased you forward. You watched, saliva building as Santiago unbuckled his belt, slipping it swiftly from the loops. There are so many ways he could use it yet it gets tossed to the side along with his shirt and pants.

He picks your chin up, “Don’t look so disappointed.”

How could you be disappointed?

Frankie takes your ass in his hand, pushing to encourage you to start riding him. You’re slow at first, trying not to go hell for leather like the essence wanted, and at this angle, you can’t see him just hear how he purrs.

Santiago holds two fingers in front your face and you part your lips, running your tongue along the underneath as he slipped them in. You rolled your tongue around them before he pulled them out, a string of spit hanging briefly between the both of you. Licking your lip, you open your mouth wide enough for his stiff length and girth.

Tipping your head, you stick out your tongue and lick the precum from his radiating tip, the sharpness hitting your tastebuds. He sighs, cupping your jaw and drags you along his cock, stepping forward to graze the back of your throat.

“That’s it.”

His hands drop to his side as he allows you to the control.

You bounce on Frankie’s lap and swallow Santiago in tandem, moaning at the sensation of being full but also the fire in your muscles from being trapped in this position. After a few minutes, Frankie meets your hips with a thrust and you gag on Santiago’s cock as it twitches.

“You alright, cariño?”

You give a muffled response.

Looking up bleary eyed, Santiago’s one eyebrow arches as he double checks on you. You flutter your eyelashes when he brushes the hair from your face and tucks the strands behind your ear. His hand hovers before he runs his fingers into your roots and takes a fistful, the prickling travelling down your neck and shooting down your spine.

He begins to bob your head for you, the tip of your nose tickled by the hairs that line the base of his cock.

Benny had to get out of his clothes.

He scrambled to remove his sweater before freeing his cock from it’s prison. Dropping to the couch with a groan, his length swung towards his navel, this must be what it’s like when someone stumbles across one of his videos.

Every sound the three of you make floods the room, the smell of sweat as the heat builds and can no longer fight the overwhelming urge to wrap his hand around his throbbing shaft. He flinch, his cock so sensitive it’s like he was stupid enough to touch fire. Pushing through it, his jaw locked as he clench his jaw and cautious spread the bead of precum over his head.

Santiago heard movement and track Benny as if he had eyes at the back of his head. He adjusted his stance to let him see you, your features enhanced even from the distance. The glistening of your spit over your lips and round your mouth as you sucked Santiago’s cock, the wave in your throat as he moves in and out, the peaks of your tits wobbling every stroke Frankie took.

The rest of the world blurred around the edges.

Frankie could feel his legs seizing, the knot in his stomach tautening, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was dizzy from the high, different to the one used to gain from drugs, if he didn’t cum soon he was going to black out.

“We’re gonna need to hurry this up.”

Santiago gave him a singular nod.

Frankie let go of your wrists and tucked them just above your elbows before lifting himself from the armchair. Santiago kept you steady as he moved back and you almost didn’t notice you’d changed position until Frankie snapped his hips, plunging deeply into a new spot.

The vibrations of your groan sent shockwaves through Santiago.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth.

He brought another hand to the back of your head, strategically placed in a way to not obstruct Benny’s view. He helped you take him smoothly as Frankie slammed into you again and again, making you see stars.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, stay with me.”

This was the first time Santiago had seen you go crossed eyed, your tongue so loose you were drooling down your chin, each choked huff sugary sweet.

Frankie could feel the essence pumping through his veins, his crotch was burning as his desire increased until he balls were full enough to explode. His final thrust forced you into Santiago’s stomach and he held you there as his seed coated your walls before your whole body trembled.

When Santiago came, he spilled his load deep into your throat until you swallowed every last drop. The orgasm carried on, your muscles spasming to the point where you pushed Frankie’s cock from your pussy. Your juices flowed after and in the pink coated darkness you could hear Santiago singing his praises, pulling his shaft from your mouth.

Your arms are still held strong by Frankie who worried you were about to collapse before the room came back into view. Santiago was crouch in front of you, rubbing your cheeks until you stopped seeing double.

“I thought it wasn’t meant to be this intense.”

He shook his head, “I dunno, honey, maybe it’s to do with the hormones.”

You were surprised he understood you, your tongue going numb.

Frankie coiled an arm around your chest and straightens you up, holding you close until you stop feeling floppy. However the goosebumps arrive on your skin as you can still feel a set of eyes drilling into you and your eyes finally drift to Benny.

He’s still sat down, his hand firmly clutched around his cock.

Frankie kisses you on your temple before he unravels you, allowing you to approach Benny, who’s hand relaxes. You pierce your lips together, your head dropping to one side as you inspect his length. Your fingertips skim the back of his hand that had settled onto the arm of the couch and his stern expression melts away.

“Need a hand?”

He shuffles forward, head falling back so he can gaze upon your beauty.

“You could use a break…”

Your heart sinks.

“So hold onto my shoulders,” he stands as he speaks, crowding you, “and I’ll do the rest.”

Curiosity paints your face as you look up at him doe-eyed. He raises his eyebrows before he moves quickly, hooking his arms under your ass and lifting you off the floor. You scream, instincts kicking in as your arms winding round his neck and legs opening to wrap around his waist. Burying your head in your arms, he feels how tense you are, muscles shaking in your effort to hold on.

He chuckles when he feels your nails dig into his back.

“Relax, I got you.”

You lift your head up, leaning back to be greeted with beaming face. Your arms loosen up, your spreading hands sending a hot flash down his spine causing his cock to twitch. He repositions his hands to hold more firmly onto the meat of your ass, lining up with your opening. As your legs relax, he slowly sinks you down, cock entering your spent pussy with ease.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, eyes peeking to watch as his shaft disappeared.

Your inner walls pulsed as he dropped you inch by inch. The base of his spine was on fire, reaching over his hips, burning in his groin and he swore he could shot his load in you there and then.

When he filled you to the hilt, he let you become accustom to the angle and waited until you focused on him. Your chest was picking up speed as your heart rate quickened and skipped, the adrenaline of pleasure entering every end of your body. The flush was returning back to your cheeks, pearls of sweat on your décolletage as he watched.

“Just remember what I told you,” he says when your eyes finally meet.

He dragged his cock as you whine from the loss before he thrust back in, gradually increasing the speed.

Frankie tuts, “Show off.”

Santiago smiled, if his knees didn’t hate him, he would have taken you like this at some point. The training Benny did as well as his physique in general, helped him without the need for wall support though it wasn’t going to last.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Benny.

His furrowed brows as his head hung low, infatuated with how you were taking him, how more juices seemed to flow with every penetration. His dirty blonde locks fell in front of his face, the centre of his chest gaining a sweaty dew, his huffs a rumble against the thunderous claps of each other’s skin.

The tip of his cock nudge at the same soft spot every time, turning your legs to jelly.

“Benny, Benny, please,” you beg.

“Almost there, Bunny.”

His hips were moving as fast as they could, his grasp sinking deeper into your ass yet he could feel you going limp. When he craned his neck, your fingers were slipping to his neck, upper body slopping away from him. Suddenly, he was seeing everything in slow motion, the ripple that travelled through your curves every time he rocked his hips, your tits bouncing. Your head was thrown back, mouth slack as you tried to gain air in your lungs.

Every part of him began to stiffen from his neck towards his chest and abdominals, from his feet to his legs. His movements got sloppy before his ass clenched and the desire he held within dispersed, surging through his veins. The last thing he could do was move a hand to your back and shove your chest to his.

He grunted animalistically, hips jerking as he pumped you full of his cum.

You shuddered as another orgasm washes comes yet there’s no sound from your lips, that underwater sensation washing over you. All you can hear is Benny’s pounding chest, the ragged breaths he releases when finishes.

There’s a wobble as he staggers backwards before collapsing on the couch. He settles, twisting your head to one side to give you fresh air, the hand on your back rubbing soothingly. Another one of the boys approaches, you can’t tell who, and you listen to Benny drink hurriedly.

You don’t know how much time passed until you could lift your head.

“Thought we’d lost you.”

In your cock drunk state, you managed to focus on him admiring you. He brings a hand to your cheek, a thumb trailing over the hot skin and you tilt your head to deepen the touch.

“You’re gonna need this.”

Will crotched down next to you two, placing a hand on your shoulder. You lift your head, sluggishly moving the rest of your body and using Benny to push yourself up with your hands.

Looking to Will, he holds out an entirely full water bottle and winks before you take it off him. He clears the hair from your face as you tip your head back, chugging as the Millers keep their eyes firmly on you. You remove the bottle from your lips and take some big inhales before you can eventually speak.

“You two ok?”

Frankie and Santiago were staring dumbfounded until you snapped them out of it. The tips of Frankie’s ears went bright red and his eyes took a sideward glance to Santiago.

“All fucking good, Bunny.”

You knew Santiago was teasing you except you couldn’t care less.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s take you to bed.”

You move your legs first, setting your feet on the floor, then you press your palms deeper into Benny’s defined abs to lift yourself. Both of you groan as you raise yourself from his cock which landed heavily to his navel.

All of the boys were still hard and the desire already ignited again.

“Everyone’s coming, right?”

Will took your hand, “Do you really need to ask?”

You walked across the room, glancing over your shoulder when you notice Benny isn’t following, his body solidified to the couch.

“I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Getting tired, Ben?”

He hated being called Ben and out of all of them, he knew he could last longer than Santiago. Flicking his middle finger, you left him to take a break, sharing one more fleeting glance to see him smiling as you stepped out of view.

—

Waking up in the middle of the night, you found yourself in between of Benny and Santiago, the three of you in the guest room. Both were out cold, their rising chests slow as they breathed softly, tangled in the sheets.

You wiggle from under the covers and crawl over the bed without disturbing them… or so you thought.

“Where are you going, honey?”

Santiago stirs, rolling onto his back, you can both just about see each other’s faces.

“I’m going to check on Frankie and Will.”

“They’ll be fine.”

You fold your arms and huff, “I’m still mad with you, remember.”

There was a pause.

“How could I forget.”

He turned over, shuffling closer to Benny.

Opening the door, you slip out and tiptoe down the hall before gently entering Will’s bedroom. It doesn’t take much to wake him, the dip in the mattress caused him to lift his head.

“Coming in with us?”

You hum and he tosses his side of the duvet aside for you to get in. Tucking yourself to Frankie, you draw your arms in and press your forehead to his back. He mumbles something incoherently and you sigh, a quiet smile coming to your lips.

Will pulls the covers over you and himself before coming near, his warm palm spreading across your stomach as he snuggled you.

In the morning, both sides of the bed were empty. You blink, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light streaming through a single slither in the curtains. Taking your time, you gradually haul yourself out of bed and stagger around the room to find something to wear. You pull on one of Will’s t-shirts and venture down the hall.

The house was alive, the smell of pancake batter frying in butter, the sound of chatter and laughter. You thought you may just be able to slip into the kitchen with them, nick a piece of incredible crispy bacon that would be on the griddle pan whilst one of them tried to pass you a drink.

Santiago’s spider-senses were tingling.

Suddenly he appeared in the hallway, holding two mugs in his hands. You freeze before he juts his chin towards the office and you go where you’re told. He follows behind and you shut the door behind him, placing the mugs down on the dark wood desk.

“What have I got to do for you to forgive me?”

He asked as soon as the mechanism of the handle clicked.

“Morning, Santi,” you say, not turning round.

“Morning, honey,” the words rush out. “So?”

You sigh, stepping forward whilst you hugged your frame.

“You’re forgiven.”

“Since when?”

“Since you managed to get five orgasms out of me.”

He’s lucky last night actually went so well.

Santiago wanted to correct you, tell you it was actually six but this was not the time to for bragging rights.

“Then what have I got to do for you not to be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.”

He swore under his breath, in his second language so you couldn’t understand or maybe you could, he didn’t know by this point. Your attitude told a different story, you were closing yourself off to him, that constant soft smile of yours no longer there. He bites his tongue, not wanting to lose his shit, not wanting this to become a screaming match or for him to yell at you for acting like a child.

Your eyes were starting to turn glossy with oncoming tears and he saw how hard you swallowed, your jaw locking.

“Bunny…”

His anger subsides, his tone less harsh. He comes to you, gently wrapping an arm around your back, the other hand cupping your face.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to lie to me,” the words caught in your throat.

Santiago nodded, his deep brown eyes searching your face.

“Or plan something as stupid as last night without consulting me.”

He shakes his head, “It wasn’t stupid.”

Now, who’s acting like a child?

“Santi,” you extend the ‘i’ at the end of his name, using your hands to cover your face out of sheer frustration.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

You fight him as he tries to pry your hands away until he stops and walks away. He approaches the desk and takes a coffee, leaning his ass against the edge, folding one leg in front of the other. When you drop your hands down, all you can see is his smirk.

“So, where do you stand on surprises?”

“Surprises?”

He hums, staring over the lip of the cup as he drank.

You try to keep your composure, straightening your back and folding your arms again but Santiago can tell your fit to burst.

“Depends how stupid they are.”

“Yeah,” his eyebrow arches, “A trip to Disney is kind of stupid.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

There had been conversations about a trip. The boys all wanted different things, Will was happy to hop from state to state trying higher end motels, his brother mentioned the desert and horses. Frankie was fine if there was a body of water, preferably a lake, whilst Santiago said a cabin in the woods with a hot tub.

You vaguely remember alluding to the fact you hadn’t been to the parks in over ten years but if you were going to do it, you wouldn’t want just the day there.

The moment you said the ‘D’ word, Santiago groaned. It wasn’t that he hated it, more that he detested the idea of being surrounded by kids, overpriced food and Benny singing ‘it’s a small world after all’ on loop.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

“You’re lying.”

“You didn’t want me to lie to you anymore,” he held his hands up.

He’s grateful he put his coffee down as you sprint to him and throw your arms over his shoulders, crashing your lips squarely to his.

“I love you, Santi,” you say when you pull your lips away.

He doesn’t say anything and you scowl.

“You gonna say it back?”

He smiles, “Love you, honey.”

You give him a peck on the cheek.

“Am I allowed to let the boys know that I know?”

“Sure.”

With that you were gone, door left wide open.

“Bunny, your drink!”

The rest of them stood in the kitchen, chatting about what they could remember from last night, cradling cups of coffee and tea. It was the picture of calm until you burst in, bounding onto Benny who almost lost his balance as he took the weight of you around his neck.

“Hot pan!” He flung his arm out.

“We’re going to Disney,” you screamed.

Frankie and Will groan in unison. Benny put the pan down and wrapped his arms under your ass, scooping you up to his waist before talking to you enthusiastically about the trip without giving away any details.

“Pope, seriously man?”

“I thought we were telling her closer to the date.”

He shrugged, “I had to.”

Santiago would never admit why though Will gave a knowing nod and smile before turning his attention to you. He took the handle of the frying pan and switched the gas on as you twist your head round.

“Pancakes?”

“Please,” you replied softly and started discussing what you wanted to do. “We should do the drink around the world challenge!”

“Yes!”

“No,” Frankie and Santiago said immediately.

You pout to them as Benny places you down on the counter top. It’s short lived as you watch Will pour the batter perfectly into the pan with an accompanying sizzle. Benny still talks and you stuff your face with strawberries whilst Santiago and Frankie look on.

“You’re getting soft in your old age.”

“Shut up.”

Frankie knew full well it wasn’t old age.

#triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier x you #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #santiago garcia #benny miller #will ironhead miller #frankie catfish morales #benny miller x reader #santiago garcia x reader #will miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #smut #valentines fic

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ozzgin · 1 year ago

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Hiii💕💕💕 Could you please make some hc with musashi and jun from baki please?

Yet another ancient request, so sorry about it. I've been struggling to think of a context, but as Valentine's Day approached, I thought, "Well, might as well turn this into a special". So here it is. I'm adding two-three extra characters for a bundle. Sorry for the wait. :')

Baki Headcanons: Valentine's Day Special

Featuring Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Baki Hanma, Chiharu Shiba and Pickle. And Reader as their Valentine! (Written according to Western customs for the sake of a pampered Reader)

Jun Guevaru

Jun is a hopeless romantic and might actually enjoy Valentine's Day even more than you do. Mind you, the holiday itself is as superficial as it gets, and you've heard his philosophies one too many times; the enticing part is having an excuse to go all out and proclaim his affections for you in the most extravagant way possible. Can you blame him? He loves to show off. And you, sweet (Y/N), happen to be his most prized possession. A man will always be guilty of following his heart.

Although don't expect some cheap American fabrication that glorifies consumerism. His Valentine's Day isn't about that. Love can't be expressed through chocolate or flowers, at least not in his opinion. It's about raw feelings. The word, the tender caress. You can leave it to him to verbalize such depth. After all, he didn't unite an entire country with sheer luck. He is a charismatic leader and, most importantly, a passionate lover. His poetic speeches and sung praise will leave you entranced.

He, too, may be tempted to use the element of surprise. Perhaps through an overly formal letter expressing his utmost disappointment that he won't be able to see you on this particular date. Prison technicalities, you must understand. Nothing he can do about it. Then, when you least expect it, he'll pull you into a most desperate embrace. Oh, he missed you so much. He'll be ready to serenade you, take you places, whisper sweet nothings. You'll feign shock and surprise; you already guessed he wouldn't miss the chance to spoil you, but you do enjoy going along with his games. "Surely you didn't expect me to leave you alone on such a day, my beloved", he'll reassure you fondly. Allow him to prove himself anew.

Musashi Miyamoto

Musashi does not quite understand all of the particularities such a holiday entails. Nor would he normally care for the mundane customs of the modern world. Yet he has noticed the switch of your tone whenever you mention the approaching date. The sheepish glances towards the mysterious heart-themed merch. For someone as observant as him, your excitement is ridiculously clear, no matter how much you shake your head in denial. If his partner wants it, he might as well entertain it. Why not?

Thus, he will begin his little research. What is it that piques your interest to such a degree? He might employ the other fighters to enlighten him on the matter. An amusing sight, if one considers it: the legendary samurai, pacing back and forth as Tokugawa stumbles to follow behind. "W-what about this?" The old man will humbly suggest. "Oooh, fascinating. Yes, yes." He'll respond, holding his chin thoughtfully. "However, it's not (Y/N)'s style. Next."

Keep in mind that Musashi will tailor everything to fit his nature. Flowers? Maybe. All the other modern knick-knacks? Forget it. He'll do you one better. Something you won't expect, because it's a gift meant for his time and age. After a long, frustrating search, he finds what he's looking for. A most unusual sight, but something that represents him indeed. He will proudly extend to you a small, slender kodachi with his family's name inscribed on the scabbard. What greater honor than to share his love and passion? The weapon has been carefully built to his standards, so you may defend yourself if such a need ever arises. For Musashi himself to curate a sword bearing his name, you might as well count it as a proposal.

Pickle

Lately, Baki has been focused on things beyond Pickle's understanding. The only time he'd seen the young boy so excited was before a match. On the other hand, what kind of opponent would Baki be fighting where bizarre, heart-shaped items are required? After a lot of gesturing, rudimentary explanation and show-and-tell demonstration, it finally clicks: it's a special occasion, not preparations for battle.

An occasion that doesn't involve just Baki and Kozue, but, by the looks of it, anyone with a mate. The idea pumps his heart with excitement. Is it something he could celebrate with his own (Y/N)? In that case, he absolutely wants to be part of it. Pickle demands to be shown the ropes, so he, too, can impress his partner. Not that he's not already showing his love (and ownership) with every opportunity.

And so here you are, standing outside your apartment, utterly baffled, shocked, speechless. Pickle has surprised you many times before with his horny mischief and troublemaker shenanigans, but never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined him showing up with balloons, chocolate and a date itinerary on Valentine's Day. You retrieve the little list from his massive hands - he probably can't even read anything on it - and scan over the text. Someone definitely helped him compile everything. Judging from the varied handwriting, it must've been a group effort from Lord knows how many fighters who enjoyed themselves way too much in aiding Pickle's romancing game. Nonetheless you're impressed, just as the prehistoric man had hoped. He sees your blushing face and immediately grins with pride. Who knows, maybe his efforts will be rewarded handsomely (you won't be walking straight until March).

Baki Hanma

Among the other men, Baki may be the only one to show unironic enthusiasm towards the upcoming holiday. He likes cute things (you included) and there's no shame in it. His focus has been switching between training, fighting in the Arena, and more training. He's looking forward to a little break, especially one that allows him to spend time with you.

He's not secretive about the process, either. He'll show up at your place with a stack of flyers and scribbled notes, asking you to trim down activities with him. Worry not, he has compiled an extensive list of available events for couples, as well as places to visit and general ideas. After all, part of the fun is to plan everything with you. Can you tell he's excited? Kneeling at the table and flipping through the options with a wide grin on his face, you can almost discern a wagging tail materializing behind him.

He could be slightly biased towards activities that allow him to impress you. A Valentine's Day fair, for example, is such a cheesy idea, but he can't resist the temptation to show off. "Beat the high score and win the prize" blinking in flashy colors above one of those boxing arcade machines? Oops! He was trying to hold back, but he ended up dislodging the whole thing from the ground. Sorry, (Y/N), he simply forgets how strong he is, sometimes. Something hard to avoid, given you’re his greatest motivation. Aren’t you proud of your boyfriend? Do praise the poor boy, he’s been itching to receive your affection. It’s been an eternity! Or maybe half an hour, but still.

Chiharu Shiba

Chiharu isn't one to care much for holidays and under regular circumstances he would probably forget about it, too, were it not for the aid of capitalism and heavy commercial propaganda. Therefore, it's hard to ignore the rapidly approaching date given the blaring ads and themed products found on every shelf. Oh, well. He loves spoiling you and he certainly won't miss an opportunity to declare his love in the most cheesy, predictable manner.

He might be a tad cheeky about the entire business. "Valentine's Day? Hmmm..." He'll hum, thoughtfully, feigning mild indifference. It's a difficult task: seeing you cast your eyes down, perhaps a little disappointed, makes him want to smash his own head into the first telephone pole. No one should ever dare to upset you in the slightest - him included! - he thinks, enraged. He struggles to fight the urge. It's for a good cause. Just a few days left. Do forgive him, darling (Y/N).

He'll surprise you in the ways he knows best. Maybe some fresh, heart shaped decals decorating the gas tank of his motorcycle. A flashy, pink tokko-fuku (or uniform jacket) with a particular slogan embroidered on its back. Whatever it is, he'll make sure everyone is aware of his cause. While he might not be the best with words, his actions will be loud and clear. He'll hand you a helmet and gesture for you to hop on the back of his bike. He planned a day-long road trip for the two of you. What's nicer than feeling the wind, the freedom, the warmth of your small arms tightly wrapped around him? He doesn't need overly sophisticated restaurants or whatever else comes with the package. Some great sights and you by his side, and he's the happiest man on this planet. To think someone like him would be privileged enough to gaze at a pretty little thing like you.

#gn reader #gender neutral reader #baki #baki the grappler #baki dou #baki hanma #baki headcanons #baki x reader #jun guevaru #musashi miyamoto #miyamoto musashi #jun guevaru x reader #musashi miyamoto x reader #musashi x reader #pickle baki #pickle x reader #shiba chiharu #chiharu shiba

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glitterrosesnzz · 5 months ago

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listen ok i just really had to write an oc fic. ...also this was originally gonna be posted on valentines day dskfjsdlfjs

(also, little details that i couldn't figure out how to explicitly mention but are important context;

-> Rykka can't fully make his wings disappear, when he gets rid of the ones on his back, smaller wings appear by his ears.

-> vampire's fangs are sensitive in more ways than one)

okay now you can go forth into this lil fic

Rykka barely resisted letting out a tired groan as the gates to the mansion swung open just before he could drop the letter into the mailbox. He slid the letter back into his bag, clearly it was expected of him to yet again come inside and deliver it personally.

The door, as usual, opened as soon as he approached, seemingly on it's own. He walked into the mansion's entryway, sighing when he realized it was seemingly empty.

He stood there in silence for a moment longer-

And then vanished his wings just instants before a pair of fangs could sink into them.

"Oh, c'mon~. I was so close that time." A voice whined way too close to his ear, and Rykka took a half-step to the side, his smaller wings twitching.

"...Lottie." He greeted, turning to face her, "Stop playing games and take your damn mail."

"Boo, you're no fun." Lottie took the letter out of his extended hand and slid it down the front of her dress. Rykka for a moment wondered if there was a pocket there of if she was storing it through other means, but didn't really ponder it further as Lottie suddenly grabbed hold of his arm. "I'm hungry, Rykka."

"Not my problem." Rykka pulled his arm out of her grip, turning to leave.

He barely repressed a shiver as he felt a hand way too close to his neck- and then suddenly his hat was gone.

He spun back around to see Lottie standing there, innocent expression on her face, and her hands behind her back. Rykka held his hand out expectantly.

"Give it back."

"Only if you let me take a bite~."

"Lottie."

"Ugh, fine."

She handed his hat back to him, and Rykka raised an eyebrow, having expected it to take more than that. He put his hat back on his head, adjusting it-

Then whipped his hand out and placed his index finger and thumb against Lottie's teeth, applying pressure and preventing her from biting down on his shoulder.

"Would you quit it?" He hissed, "Stop trying to drink my blood. Even though I'm fallen, it'd still be too powerful for you to handle."

"Thas' a lie." Lottie said, ignoring the glare he leveled at her, "An' you 'now i-ihH'AEShhiu!!"

"Bless y- ew, ew ew ew-" Rykka pulled his hand away fast. "Gross-"

"It's your own fault for having your hand in the way."

"You could've kept control on it-"

"It's. Not exactly something one can- are you implying that you have perfect control over-"

"Yes. In case you've forgotten, I'm not some mortal, I'm a fallen angel, remember?"

"I certainly remember you falling into my garden." Lottie said, placing her hands on her hips.

"...Irrelevant." Rykka's wing twitched as he crossed his arms, "Just because I have a few allergies doesn't mean that I lack control."

"Really? Because you seemed pretty helpless back then." Lottie got closer to him, paying close attention to the way Rykka stiffened ever so slightly. "Hm... how about we make a bet?"

"...What kind of bet?"

"If you can keep your so called 'perfect control', then you win." Lottie said, "But if you can't, and I win... I get to drink your blood."

"...Ugh, fine." Rykka sighed, "Whatever gets me out of here faster."

"You act as though you don't enjoy my company~." Lottie laughed, and then grabbed hold of Rykka's wrist, dragging him over to nearby chair. "Sit down here for a moment- I'll be right back. Oh, and I will know if you attempt to leave, so don't even try."

~~~

"Is this position really necessary." Rykka deadpanned as Lottie adjusted her position on his lap.

"It's absolutely imperative, in fact." She said. Once she had found herself comfortable, she reached to the side table and grabbed the lavender she'd brought down with her-

Rykka's small wing smacked her hand the instant she brought the flower closer to his face, making her drop it.

At the very least, Rykka briefly looked just as shocked by his own actions as she was, before he schooled his face back into a more neutral expression.

"...Well." Lottie huffed, reaching out and lightly pinching his twitching wing. "That wasn't very nice-"

"Hh... hiH- nngh...."

"Oh?" Lottie paused for a moment, then pinched his wing a bit more forcefully, rubbing a little as well and paying close attention to the way his expression twisted. "Seems that maybe I didn't need the lavender after all~"

"L-Lottie-hH-hIHh-...hehH-"

"Though then again," Lottie let go of his wing, leaning over to pick the lavender up from the floor. "I did go through the effort of getting it in the first place, and it would be a shame not to use it..."

This time, Rykka's wings were to busy twitching to try and stop her from bringing the plant closer to him. She gently tapped it against his nose a few times, then starting brushing against the underside of his nose.

"HihHh... n-nn... hhEH- Hh..."

Lottie hummed, thinking as she kept swishing the lavender back and forth.

Then, after a few minutes of no change, she reached out and flicked Rykka's wing.

"HhiHH- H'Nqkt-shi!!" That did it. Lottie leaned back as Rykka jolted forwards with a stifled sneeze, followed by another. "Hh'Ntsh!"

"I win." Lottie tossed the lavender to the side, smirking. Then, with no warning, she surged forwards and bit into Rykka's wing.

"Ggh-! L-Lottie, w-hh...hIH- ...w-wait- hH'NKqshi!! 'NT-tt!! Hh-hAH'KqShiu!! Hh'Qshhu- 'Kshh!!" With her so close to him- well, Rykka really had no choice but to sneeze against her...

Lottie giggled a little as she pulled back, a bit of blood smudged on the corner of her mouth.

"Couldn't keep control of it, huh?"

#snz #snz fic #snz oc #my writing

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ihhfhonao3 · 3 months ago

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Hello !!

Could i possibly request Claypollo fluff on their junior high days? Methinks Clay was so shy around Apollo, while Apollo was bold (and clueless of the crush Clay had for him)

Heyyyyy thanks so much for requesting!! All under the cut! This one was pretty fun ^_^

Clay sighed to himself as he approached his school. His backpack felt noticeably heavier somehow, and he couldn’t find Apollo in the courtyard. Maybe that was for the best.

He had to be honest. He was indeed awake late the previous night, hard at work making a sappy valentine for his best friend. Well, crush would probably be the better word, but Apollo was just as oblivious as ever.

It was just his luck that Valentine’s Day was on a Monday that year, and more so that he completely forgot until the night before. Thus, he had become closely acquainted with the likes of glitter, lace, markers and cardstock before he made his way to bed. He thought that he did a decent job in making the valentine, considering that he wasn’t the most artsy boy around. But he did like how the silver glitter he used looked like little stars.

The problem stemmed from whether or not Apollo would understand the meaning of Clay’s gesture.

It was no secret that Apollo was pretty well-liked. He was cute and very friendly, details that Clay had very much come to personally know. But he was also one of the most lovably moronic people Clay had ever known. Because he didn’t think anything of it when Haza Krosh, one of the most outgoing and brave girls around, ended up becoming suddenly shy, nervous and awkward whenever Apollo was near her. He thought that she was simply being nice when she started sharing her snack crackers with him at lunch every day. He also didn’t take notice when Josh Pass, the athletic boy who practically had a fan club, suddenly always picked Apollo to be on his team for whatever sport that the kids would play. Furthermore, Josh started to continuously encourage Apollo in physical education class, even when he didn’t do so well and lost his team points. Apollo wasn’t athletic at all, for context. Any sporty boy who knew anything would surely pick Apollo last when making teams. But not Josh, because he liked Apollo, and Apollo never took the hint.

So, Clay, being Apollo’s best friend for over a year now, had witnessed all of this. He could make a list of examples of Apollo being thickheaded, with attempt after attempt being made on his heart, all of which were to no avail. It was strange, really. Apollo could notice tiny nervous habits that people didn’t even know they had, and could point them out at any moment. Yet, he never seemed to put two and two together when it came to romance. They were fourteen now; practically in high school, yet Apollo’s heart still couldn’t be captured. But that didn’t mean that Clay wasn’t determined to be the first.

He had tried his best, he really had. But Clay had never really had a “crush” before. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing. And his dad was no help, since he had only ever liked girls. Boys were different from girls, right? A girl would like something different than a boy, naturally. But even when he tried to do things for Apollo that he thought a boy would like, nothing came out of it. Josh didn’t get very far, so why would Clay?

Clay tried to ignore his own doubts. Maybe Apollo would get it this time. Maybe he would understand. Maybe he would even accept him! Clay didn’t even know what would happen if Apollo accepted his advances. Would that mean they were… dating? Boyfriends? Was he too young for that sort of thing? Or was he too old? What would he say to Apollo after he gave him the valentine? What would-

Clay’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by brown, pointy hair rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

“Clay!” Apollo shouted, throwing his arm around his friend. “I’ve been looking for you! Hi!”

“Um, hi…” Clay muttered. He tried his best to not be obvious, but he didn’t think it was working. He started to scratch the side of his scalp, a habit he was trying to kick. Because Apollo noticed it every time.

“…What’s wrong?” Apollo asked, standing up straight and putting his arm back at his side.

“What?” Clay played dumb.

“You’re scratching at your hair again,” Apollo noted. “You do that when something’s on your mind, right? What’re you thinking about?”

“I’m not thinking about anything!” Clay laughed.

When he turned to look at his friend, Apollo was staring pointedly at Clay, his dark brown eyes piercing deep into his soul.

“You scared me!” Clay cried.

“You’re lying to me,” Apollo said intensely. “About having nothing on your mind.”

“Jeez, man,” Clay said. “Alright, you got me. Something is on my mind.”

Apollo lightened up and flashed Clay a grin. “Are you gonna tell me what it is? Come on, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Y-yeah, I just…” Clay stammered. “It’s… about… Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh!” Apollo said. “I remember! That’s today, right? I wonder if anyone’s given me anything! Come on, let’s check our lockers!”

Before Clay could protest, Apollo was rushing ahead of him to get to his locker. Clay followed after him, stopping just in time to watch as Apollo opened his locker to a small pile of multicolored sealed envelopes tucked inside.

“Aw, look at that!” Apollo smiled. “Everyone’s so nice! I’ll read these when I get home.”

“Come on!” Apollo cried, shutting his locker. “I wanna see if I got anything on my desk in homeroom!”

Clay had no choice but to follow after Apollo and watch him light up as he spotted not one, not two, but three bags of chocolates on top of his desk. There was another small box of varied candies sitting upon his seat.

“This is awesome!” Apollo said. “I’m gonna get sick off all this candy!”

Before Clay could approach Apollo and tell him that these were gifts from admirers, Apollo scooped up all of the treats in his arms and brought them back to his locker. Clay saw no use in chasing after him, so he patiently waited for him to come back.

I can give my valentine to Apollo when he gets back to class, Clay thought. Mine will stand out, because I’m hand-delivering it. Surely.

But much to Clay’s dismay, just as Apollo returned to the classroom, their teacher arrived and told the students to take their seats. The boys had to oblige, and Clay was once again annoyed that his assigned seat was so far away from Apollo’s. But it didn’t matter, he’d find a moment anyways.

Except that moment wasn’t exactly coming. During physical education, Apollo was busy being “protected” by a few girls in the class while they were all playing dodgeball. Clay got out immediately, and had to watch on as many of these girls got hit over and over again, just for Apollo to be more invested in the game than he was in them. Then, during recess, a few boys approached Apollo to tell him that apparently, one of the girls had a crush on him. And of course a rumor got out that the boys only did that so they could talk to Apollo themselves, either because they wanted to see what made him so special or they just wanted to hear his voice and look at his smile. Of course all of it somehow missed Apollo himself. It blew over his head like a paper airplane, and Clay was getting frustrated.

The day was coming to an end, and Clay was running out of time. Every instance he thought that he could bring it up, something prevented him from doing so. Someone else approached Apollo first, or a teacher scolded him for slacking off, or he finally realized that he needed to start his classwork or else he would have far too much to do at home that night. Clay started to get worried- what if he couldn’t give Apollo the valentine? What would he do then? He could invite Apollo over to his house after school, but what if things went wrong? What if he just made things awkward?

The school day finally came to a close, and Clay dutifully followed Apollo to his locker. It seemed like a couple more notes had been pushed inside since the beginning of the day, which made Apollo laugh and note how glad he was to have “such good friends.” Clay knew as Apollo put the notes in his bag that it was going to be now or never.

“Um, Apollo…” Clay said meekly, grabbing his friend’s arm as he stood up.

Apollo glanced down at Clay’s hand. “What’s up?”

“Uh, I have…” Clay swallowed hard. “I have something I w-want to�� give you…”

Apollo turned to face Clay. “Sure thing! But can you give it to me in the courtyard?”

Clay nodded slowly, causing Apollo to smile and bound excitedly into the dusty courtyard. Clay trudged after him.

“Okay, what do you want to give me?” Apollo asked finally.

Clay inhaled and exhaled slowly. “I-It’s in my bag…”

Clay slid his backpack off his shoulders and placed it gently on the ground. He unzipped it slowly.

“Close your eyes,” Clay said. “Please?”

“Oh!” Apollo said. “Sure thing!”

When Clay was absolutely sure Apollo wasn’t peeking, he slowly pulled the valentine out from his bag. It was a red heart with white lace around its edges, silver glitter all over it as a finishing touch. The words “will you be my valentine?” were written in blue marker in Clay’s neatest possible handwriting.

“Okay, you can open your eyes,” Clay said, holding out the card towards Apollo.

If Clay hadn’t been squeezing his eyes shut out of fear, he would’ve seen Apollo’s reaction. He would’ve seen the initial confusion on his face, then the understanding, then the happy grin that he looked so sweet in.

“Sure man, I’ll be your valentine!” Apollo said.

Clay opened his eyes and blushed. “W-what?”

“I mean, I’m sorry that nobody asked to be your valentine,” Apollo rambled. “That really stinks. You’re so cool and you totally deserve it. But if nobody else will be your valentine, I can be! As your friend!”

Clay stood still in shock. Was Apollo being serious?

“Well, I don’t know if valentines can be for friends or not,” Apollo continued. “But we can be… bro-lentines? Valen-friends? I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’ll be yours for you!”

Clay sighed as a smile came across his face.

“Alright,” he laughed, handing Apollo the card. “Valen-friends. You and I.”

“Valen-friends!” Apollo grinned.

Clay had swung and horribly missed the mark, just like every other person before him. While it wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, he decided to take what he could get. Maybe someday Apollo would understand. Today was not that day, and that was okay with Clay. As long as his friend still slung his arm around his shoulders and guided him to the corner store to buy a couple of sodas, he didn’t mind too much.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64153354

#claypollo #clay terran #apollo justice #ace attorney #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 link #fic request #fanfic request

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zenithreach · 1 year ago

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Idea: what if Kanako was the storm that was approaching?

(I’m SO sorry if I messed up the kanji)

Some context: this is from a fic I’m writing where Clover & Kanako are revived after the UT Pacifist ending. Clover wanted to get her a Valentine’s Day gift, but wasn’t sure what to give her. Then Ceroba had an idea.

Starlo: You gave Kanako a sword?!

Clover: Ceroba’s the one who suggested it!

Starlo: CEROBA TOLD YOU TO GET HER DAUGHTER A SWORD?!?! (And she called me irresponsible for giving you gun…)

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saellefanwork · 1 year ago

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𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼

Contains major KNY / Demon Slayer manga ending spoilers.

Modern Era, Reincarnation. Polyamory Kamado Sumihiko x F!Reader x Rengoku Tojuro

The story is in second person. Unamed Reader. Reader's features are not described.

This Demon Slayer fic is rated Teen. There are sexual implications in some dialogs, but that's it. (I know, it's shocking).

As always, Yoshiteru laments about his single status. That's just how you know it was another typical day at school. Usually, he can find comfort in the fact that his classmate and friend, Sumihiko, is sailing in the same boat as him. But today... Sumihiko surprises him with important news.

Author Note: I originally wrote this story as a Modern Era Sequel of my other fic, "Echoes of Loss," but it can be considered a standalone one-shot too.

Rengoku Tojuro is the reincarnation of Kyojuro and the descendant of Senjuro (with an unknown wife).

Kamado Sumihiko is the reincarnation of Tanjiro and, in canon, the descendant of Kanao and Tanjiro. In the context of the "Echoes of Loss", Sumihiko here is supposed to be the descendant of the former Reader and Tanjiro, but as a separate one-shot you can consider he's still Kanao's descendant, it doesn't really matter.

The Reader is the former "Echoes of Loss" Reader's reincarnation, but again it doesn't really matter here. Their family lineage is not specified, so it's up to you.

(Valentine's day is far gone, but I'm a sucker for japanese Valentine's day fluff, hugh.)

The chapter is primarily from Sumihiko's POV

Two centuries after the Taisho Era, in Tokyo.

As the bell rings to signal the end of the school day at Kimetsu High School, students spill out of the main gate, gradually dispersing into the neighborhood. Among them, sixteen-year-old Yoshiteru Agatsuma once again laments his single status and romantic struggles. It is yet another day dawned on his teenage life without him finding a pretty girl willing to give him a chance. His classmates shoot him exasperated glances, worn out from hearing the same complaints every day on their way back home.

With most his peers ignoring him, Yoshiteru seeks solace aloud.

“At least you get it, Sumihiko. We're in the same boat, you and I."

Kamado Sumihiko, the youngest son of the area's renowned bakers, is known for his pure heart and lack of interest in pursuing romantic relationships. This fact is the primary reason behind his celibacy, since many people are actually interested into him (not that Yoshiteru would ever tell him that). The boy turns his burgundy-haired head toward his desperate friend with a sheepish smile. He rubs the back of his neck, a slightly uncomfortable expression etched on his soft features.

"Oh, no, sorry Yoshiteru. In fact, I've been off the market for a few weeks now."

"Wha-… WHAT?!!! WITH WHOM? HOW DARE YOU BREAK OUR SINGLE MEN PARTNERSHIP?! WE'RE FRIENDS, RIGHT?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING?"

The boy winces at Yoshiteru’s deafening cries. While not wanting to escalate the situation, Sumihiko can't help but direct his wine-colored eyes towards the sky with a slightly exasperated sigh. This dramatic reaction is precisely why hadn't disclosed this information earlier.

"I never signed a single men partnership with you, Yoshiteru…" Sensing a deadly glare from his companion, the young man abandons that approach and chooses to apologize instead. "Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I did want to tell you, but our situation was a bit unusual, so we preferred not to talk about it immediately with others… But see, now that we've decided to make it official, you're the first to know!"

"NAH, I know nothing, man!!! There's missing information!! Who's this desperate chick who fell for you?!"

Not bothered by the rude question, Sumihiko states your name and that of Rengoku Tojuro with a radiant smile.

Yoshiteru momentarily freezes, his overheated brain grinding to a halt as he’s trying to process the news.

"Wait… You just mentioned two names, right? Aren’t they the heads of the archery and kendo club respectively? Which one are you dating?"

"Both!"

…

"BOTH?!!! I know we live in a century of sexual liberation, but don't you think you're pushing the boundaries a bit too far?! Consider those who are still single – what hope do you leave them if you're dating multiple people, , especially popular and unfairly hot onesn huh?! One wasn't enough to satiate your needs, or what?! You- you perverted libertine!"

"W-We haven't done anything like that yet, we're still in high school, Yoshiteru!" Sumihiko corrects on a reproachful tone, his cheeks ablaze.

"Stop playing the prude boy! You've already reached sexual maturity! Our ancestors were already married at that age! Are your hormones not working or what?! More importantly, explain to me how you went from being single to the hero of a harem shonen, huh?!"

With an overwhelmed expression, Sumihiko tries to calm and appease his hysterical friend and plunges back into his memories…

Sumihiko and Tojuro first met when they were toddlers, though they don’t remember much of that time, of course. Their two families are close, both descending from lineages that supposedly fought demons together two hundred years ago. They became friends in elementary school, when the Kamado family opened a bakery in Setagaya, and Sumihiko transferred into Tojuro’s class.

The first days after their initial meeting, Sumihiko found himself dreaming that he was a valiant warrior, battling monstrous foes alongside a Rengoku who bore a striking resemblance to Tojuro. Admittedly, all members of the Rengoku lineage looked like younger or older versions of each other, but the swordman from his dreams and his classmate really gave off the same feeling; their staring habits and constant smiles were identical, and they were both strongwilled and friendly, though maybe a little odd. Immersed in the tales of their families' legendary exploits since his childhood, Sumihiko didn't think much of these dreams, attributing them to his imagination. But they did add to his curiosity and sympathy toward the fiery boy. Their friendship blossomed effortlessly from the moment they engaged in conversation. Despite their contrasting dispositions — Tojuro always overflowed with energy and determination, while the Kamado's youngest leaned towards a more relaxed and laid-back demeanor — they proved early on to be perfectly compatible and complementary, like two sides of the same coin. Their camaraderie only strenghtened over time, and Sumihiko never dreamt of the Taisho era ever again.

In comparison, the young Rengoku and yourself had first crossed paths fairly recently, at Kimetsu’s high school interclub meeting. Despite this, a strong bond quickly formed between you two. Within a few weeks of your initial encounter, Tojuro introduced you to his childhood friend.

Witnessing your first smile directed at him, Sumihiko knew he was a goner. It was love at first sight, he realized instantly.

There was an undeniable familiarity about you, akin to the connection he had experienced when meeting some of his closest friends for the first time, especially Tojuro. It felt as if you had always known each other. Maybe Yoshiteru and his grandmother were onto something, after all; perhaps it meant you had met in a previous life. If that were the case, Sumihiko couldn't help but wonder about the depth of his past self's affection for you and whether he had succeeded in winning your heart.

In a cursed twist of fate, he soon realized he wasn't the only one irresistibly drawn to you. It became evident that his best friend also harbored a crush on you. Tojuro had never looked at another girl the way he looked at you, not to mention how he constantly sought your attention and praise. Gods, Tojuro just loved praise, and and you seemed to have an endless supply of it for him. Granted, you were an amazing person, and anyone would be pleased to earn your admiration. Since Sumihiko didn't want to come between you two, he tried to keep his growing feelings to himself, hoping he could find contentment in your happiness if you ever started dating. But after a year of close-knit friendship between the three of you, he began to feel anxious. Instead of fading over time, his feelings for you only intensified.

As Valentine's Day approached, Sumihiko found himself increasingly restless. He wasn’t certain he could keep it together if he witnessed you giving honmei chocos (conveying romantic feelings) to Tojuro, so he opted to spend minimal time with both of you. Somehow, you managed to corral the two teenagers at the end of class, surprising them with handmade, heart-shaped chocolates.

The boys were flattered, but intrigued by your gesture. These gifts stood out from the typical giri-choco they had seen you give to classmates, and strongly resembled honmei choco. Yet, usually one wouldn't give multiple honmei choco. Perhaps these were fancy giri-choco, because you were close friends? Still, that heart shape was undeniably misleading…

Despite his rattled thoughts, Sumihiko was too shy to voice his questions. On the other hand, Tojuro couldn't contain his curiosity:

"They look delicious, thank you very much!!!" Gosh, he was loud. Not in the same way as Yoshiteru, but still. "But tell us, are these honmei or giri chocos?"

Sumihiko winced at Tojuro's directness, prepared to deflect the question to put you at ease. However, you responded naturally with a charming smile:

"Isn't it obvious? They're honmei."

Even the typically bold and boisterous Tojuro was momentarily at a loss for words, his brain freezing at the significance of such a gesture. However, he quickly recovered, seeking to clarify the situation:

"Should we conclude that you love both of us?"

"Tojuro!" Sumihiko couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment as he nudged his friend, reprimanding him for his unrestrained spontaneity.

"Well, yes… Is it bad?" your voice trailed off as you became increasingly uncertain. "I thought long and hard about who I wanted to make honmei chocos for… but since I couldn’t decide, I opted to make some for each of you instead. I'm not expecting anything in return; I simply wanted to express my feelings… But, of course, if it's too awkward, you don't have to accept the chocolates at all… I'm sorry," you said quietly.

Quickly, the two boys reassured you, affirming that your gesture was appreciated, and they graciously accepted your sweets. However, they remained somewhat evasive in response to your confession.

Once you had departed, they found themselves strolling in silence until they reached their customary spot at the nearby park, where they settled onto the swings. This was their ritual whenever they needed to discuss something important, like Sumihiko grandmother's death. There, they broached the topic of the unexpected situation.

"I admit I was surprised, but I'm flattered that she likes us that way!" Tojuro pointed out carelessly, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth. "DELICIOUS!"

"Congratulations, Tojuro," Sumihiko forced himself to say with a sad smile. "You can finally date her…"

"Hmm? Me? But don't you also have feelings for her?" His childhood friend's owlish red and gold eyes bore into him, filled with genuine puzzlement.

Sumihiko's face flushed with embarrassment.Even Tojuro, who usually paid little attention to such matters, had noticed his affection for you? Unable to deceive his friend, the redhead shook his head, "I don't want to come between the two of you. Our friendship means more to me than any high school crush." Though it had transcended mere infatuation at this point, he preferred not to dwell on that. "Besides, you've known her longer than I have."

While Tojuro had always admired Sumihiko's selflessness, he couldn't help but feel unsettled knowing that his friend was willing to sacrifice his own feelings for him. Crossing his arms, he pondered for a moment. "Hmm… we're best buddies, she likes both of us, and we feel the same way. What if we went out together? That could solve the issue!"

"Huh? Are you suggesting that we both date her?" the baker boy asked, his confusion evident.

"Why not? The athlete Uzui has multiple girlfriends. But it would be a shame to date her separately, wouldn't it? I was suggesting that we also go out together, you and me!"

Sumihiko's face turned even redder at the proposal. He could swear steam was blowing out of his ears.

"Huh?! You and me, Tojuro? But… we've been friends for such a long time… I never sensed you had feelings for me, so why…?"

"Hm! I don't feel exactly the same way for you as I do for our dear kyudoka, but it's definitely stronger than anything what I've felt for other people, including my other childhood friends. I think it could very well blossom into love if we gave it a shot!"

"B-but being together involves holding hands… kissing… that kind of stuff," stammered the flushed Sumihiko, not eager to continue his list. "C-could you do that with me?"

In response, after swallowing another chocolate, Tojuro stood up from his swing seat and stepped closer, framing Sumihiko's face with his hands. The redhead froze, his heart pounding wildly. Before he could fully grasp the situation, his friend planted a sweet and innocent kiss on his lips. The gesture left the young Kamado's face burning, and the kendoka straightened up triumphantly, locking eyes with his comrade. Sumihiko nervously moistened his lips, brushing them with his fingertips in disbelief. Tojuro had left a taste of chocolate on them. Your chocolate…

"See! It was pretty natural, right?" exclaimed the fiery boy loudly. "Did you enjoy it too?"

And Sumihiko couldn't deny it…

Encountering you again the next day, they broached the idea of embarking on a relationship together as a trio. Tojuro elaborated on how they arrived at this decision, openly sharing the story of his first kiss with Sumihiko, much to his friend's dismay. He dreaded your potential reaction: what if the idea of two boys exploring such a thing disgust you?

You eemed taken aback by this development, but to their relief, you displayed clear enthusiasm afterward, tinged with a hint of envy:

"Of course, I'd love to go out with both of you! I can't believe you took the initiative without me, even though I was the one confessing…"

They promptly rectified this oversight by each giving you a kiss, first Tojuro, followed by Sumihiko. Their inexperienced smooches were slightly awkward and hasty, resulting in a few accidental tooth clicks due to nervousness. The overall clumsiness of the moment and the unusual situation prompted a burst of laughter from the three of you. As the mirth subsided, you exchanged happy smiles and made a commitment to do your best to navigate this new dynamic together.

"Since then, the three of us have been going out on dates. We gave ourselves a few weeks to test the waters of our new relationship before announcing it to anyone, just to avoid putting pressure on ourselves. While I still spend a lot of time with Tojuro, it's not quite the same as before—we've grown closer. And, of course, I also spend quality time alone with our girlfriend."

"Wow," replies Yoshiteru, still somewhat incredulous but calmer than before. "My brain is struggling to imagine what it will look like when you will take things to the next level."

"Hey! Stop talking about that… It's too early, and it's none of your business!" The young Kamado's face is a deep shade of crimson.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NONE OF MY BUSINESS?! I STILL PLAN TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY BEFORE YOU, THAT WOULD BE THE LEAST AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID TO OUR FRIENDSHIP! Ah… Here come your lovers!" he gasps.

Indeed, you and Tojuro await Sumihiko in front of the local dojo in the street corner, waving cheerfully from a distance as you approach. Sumihiko offers an apology to his classmate and quickly joins your company. Watching the interaction among the three of you, Yoshiteru can't help but reflect on how he overlooked the obvious signs, he who is usually so perceptive about others' relationships.

Indeed, despite your conscious effort to keep public displays of affection understated, the subtle, intimate gestures you share reveal a different story. Unnecessary touches, discreet hand-holding, whispered secrets, and silly giggles paint a picture of closeness and affection. Yoshiteru is disgusted by the blissful cheesiness your trio radiates, even though a tiny part of himself is genuinely happy for his friend.

Nevertheless, he hopes that his time in the spotlight will arrive soon, and that he will manage to score with a lovely young lady before Sumihiko does with any of you (or both). However, considering the intense and heated gazes exchanged between you and Tojuro over your most innocent partner, it appears unlikely that the desperately single Yoshiteru will see his wish fulfilled on time.

Glad I rewrote this one too, lol.

My mind is brimming with scenarios (some rated T, some waaaay spicier, I have to admit XD) that could follow this one-shot, but I don't think there's much of an audience for a modern-era Polyamory GN or F/M/M Tanjiro/Kyojuro/Reader. So, I'll probably just keep those for myself XD

Let me know if I'm wrong!

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