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She Keeps Me Up

Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader

I'd fall to pieces if I went anywhere without her

Summary:

JJ is protective of you. When you offer yourself up as 'bait' to lure in an UnSub who is killing women of your type, she protests endlessly about it - but ultimately she can't stop you.

She can, however, possessively lay her claim on you when you get back from the ordeal with nothing more than a tiny scratch.

Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP.

Word Count: 3,100

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: This is pretty much pure smut (with very little plot); this is older/milf JJ and younger reader - the specific age difference is not stated, but the reader is mentioned to be the youngest person on the team; JJ is dominant and the reader is submissive; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; in the very minimal plot, the reader volunteers herself as 'bait' to lure an UnSub (that UnSub is hunting women with similar looks to the reader, but the reader's looks are not described in any way); (passing mention of rape - the UnSub rapes his victims); the reader ends up with a very small cut on her neck from the UnSub but doesn't get any other injuries from the incident; JJ is very protective of the reader; JJ is very possessive of the reader; lots of praise kink - JJ calls the reader 'good girl'; JJ calls the reader 'baby', and 'babygirl'; thigh riding (the reader rides JJ's thigh); JJ is fully clothed and the reader is naked; Mommy kink - the reader refers to JJ as Mommy; very slight manhandling (nothing beyond JJ's realistic strength/nothing to suggest the reader can't be plus sized); oral sex - reader receiving; edging (once - because JJ likes to play with her food); slight spit kink; undertones of humiliation kink; fingering - reader receiving; a lot of begging; implications toward overstimulation; and I think that's it?

A/N: I feel like I have to give credit to this amazing edit - this inspired the general vibe of this fic and inspired the song choice for the title. Dom Milf JJ got stuck in my head and I needed to write about her, and when someone requested thigh riding with Dom JJ, it all came together perfectly in my brain. This could be viewed as a version of JJ who never married Will, or this could be viewed as a situation where Will and JJ are poly and Will is totally okay with JJ and the reader's relationship (which is what's happening in my head, even though I didn't mention Will in the fic). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!!

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“You did so good. Hey, shh. It’s okay. You did so good. You’re okay.”

It was still echoing in your mind - JJ’s firm, soothing voice speaking the words, along with the way she held you tight as you collapsed into her arms after the long, hectic night.

You had been the perfect bait to a killer that the BAU had been struggling to catch - a young, pretty face, exactly like all the other girls he had killed thus far. You were the youngest member of the team, a fresh face that perfectly matched the man’s type in a string of young girls that he had murdered and dismembered after brutally raping them.

Even though you had volunteered to help lure the killer out, JJ had been stiff-jawed and glaring at the mere suggestion of you in the presence of such a sick man. You saw it as a way to help, but all she saw was horrible flashes in her mind, images of you merging with the crime scene photos on the board, turning into one of the dead girls who had been killed so brutally. It kept flashing through her mind on a loop, taunting her. She was deeply against it, and spent the better part of the day trying to talk Emily out of it, trying to convince the team that there was some other way.

But you wouldn’t risk the lives of any more women. You trusted the team to have your back.

And even when the horrible man had held the knife to your throat, just barely cutting into your skin with it while the team rushed to capture him, you still didn’t regret it. So many more people would be safe because of what you had done. JJ had been there for you - holding onto you tight, and assuring you that you had done well while your chest racked with sobs and you struggled for breath.

There was a lot of paperwork to be done and technically they wanted you to visit the hospital to be fully medically cleared, but all you wanted was JJ. You needed some time alone in a quiet room instead of all the flashing lights, people bustling around, asking you questions, crowding into your personal space. She stayed tight by your side, her hand never leaving yours.

She barked at them in her authoritative voice when you gave her a sad-eyed look that told her you didn’t want to go to the hospital. The small cut on the side of your neck that had been inflicted by the man’s large knife was bandaged up with you sitting on the back of the ambulance and then JJ whisked you away from it all.

With you still shaking lightly, your muscles quivering with anxiety and your chest threatening more sobs - she knew that you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not with your mind replaying it all, over and over again.

She knew exactly what you needed. (She always did.)

It wasn’t long before she had you alone in her hotel room, stripped completely naked while she was still fully clothed. She guided you to sit on her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed, the roughness of her clothes so perfect against your sensitive skin.

The lights were dim - only the lamp of the side table turned on, creating the perfect quiet atmosphere, making it feel like the two of you were the only people in the world. She had a firm, commanding grip on your hips with both hands, guiding you to sit with your thighs bracketed around her leg. You were soon sitting with the firmness of her athletic, muscled thigh stiff between your legs; nestled up against your hot, needy pussy as she firmly pulled you to sit on the fabric of her gray slacks.

You let out a loud whimper as she pulled you to fully sit and forced her thigh fully between your legs. She forced the muscled firmness right up against the naked, swollen lips of your cunt. You weren’t completely wet (yet), but you found yourself clenching down hard at the pure rawness of the fabric rubbing against you, the feeling of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

Upon instinct, your hands moved to sit on her shoulders, tangling into the mess of blonde curls there. You whimpered even harder at the feeling of her lips skimming along your cheek as she gently hushed you.

“Shh, shh.” She said, entirely confident and firm. “Good girl. You’re so good for me.”

Her nose brushed down toward your neck and her thigh flexed - you unconsciously bucked forward, scraping your pussy against her leg, creating a raw, perfect burning friction. A needy heat easily grew within you at a very fast rate, easily pushing out any fear or anxiety that you had about being attacked by that man, about coming so close to having your jugular sliced. All of it melted away from you with her grounding touch on you, with her breath fanning across your skin, with her familiar scent in your lungs.

“We’re gonna take it slow, okay baby?” JJ said, her soothing voice petting across you - like being wrapped in velvet.

Slow.

That word was usually your enemy.

But you knew that JJ set the pace, no matter what. She was the one in charge. If she ripped your pants down and demanded that you cum within a minute - then you were just a puppet for her pleasure. If she laid you out on the bed naked and played with you, teased you for hours and only let you cum for the first time when the sun was starting to rise - then all you could do was lay there, a sweaty mess, and let her have her way with you.

She was the commander, and you were nothing but her humble follower.

You felt hollow without her - always waiting for her command, waiting for her touch. And you could do nothing but accept what she had to give you.

“Yes, Mommy.” You squeaked out, sliding your palms from her shoulders, deeper into the softness of her hair, seeking more of that touch - more comfort.

“Good girl.”

It was that firm praise coming from the velvet of her voice that had wetness truly leaking from you now. You didn’t think that she could feel it through the fabric of her pants, not yet. But she knew you well enough, and she could see the tense of your thighs, the way your stomach quivered. She knew how to play you like a fiddle. And she was good.

So it was then that JJ dug her fingers into your hips once again, and began rocking you across her thigh - forcing you to move. She wanted you to begin riding her thigh in order to get off.

“Come on, baby.” She encouraged you, lifting her face from your neck to look you in the eyes - sharp, icy blue piercing through the dim lighting of the room at you, instantly making your gut twist. “Move your hips. Be a good girl for me. Come on.”

You couldn’t help but to follow the instructions, encouraged by her words. You moved your hips along as she guided you - already feeling pleasant warmth and tingling creeping up your spine, pooling in your stomach and between your thighs. With your swollen pussy rubbing against the fabric of her pants, it was creating a hot friction that was already driving you crazy. Your legs unconsciously widened, your body grinding downward, trying to get more attention on your throbbing clit.

“Patience, needy girl.” JJ growled, digging her thumbs firmly into your hips, making you moan out in pain at the sharp touch.

She guided you along in wide, languid strokes. She was forcing your hips to stroke back toward her knee, forcing your back to arch harshly before she brought you back to sit more upright, bringing your body closer to hers once again. It was a motion that put tingling heat through you - but it was a slow burn, rather than the fast, mindless pounding that your body was begging for. She was keeping you on a low simmer, forcing your body to warm up so slowly.

It was just like she wanted - slow.

You whined out with impatience, your hand grasping at her shirt while you bit your lip harshly. You were deeply resisting the urge to fight against her grasp in order to fuck yourself against her.

“Please.” You begged quietly. “Please, Mommy. I need it.”

“I know what you need, babygirl.” JJ told you, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You let out another pathetic whine, but conceded to her whims.

You closed your eyes to simply feel it, wondering how you would be able to cum like this. (Thinking that you wouldn’t.)

JJ continued to guide you across her thigh with determination and force.

You were getting wetter with each stroke, your body boiling in that slow burn, your thighs shaking every single time you were guided back enough for the stiffness of her muscles to graze your swollen clit. You continued on, your hips pushing deeper - knowing she wouldn’t let you break pace, pushing yourself down harder. You were simply enjoying the presence of her hands on you and the pure burn of her thigh between your legs as you bucked across her in those long, deep strokes.

“Please.” You started begging again. “Please, Mommy, please-”

“Such a needy girl.” JJ sighed - the tone of her voice almost bored - so light and airy, with none of her own lust showing through at all.

Though if you could have pried your eyes open for a second, you would have seen her icy irises almost completely chased out by her lust-blown pupils. You would have seen her looking at you with nothing but pure hunger - absolutely loving the show you were putting on for her as you became more desperate, as you stained her pants wetter and wetter as you went on.

“Mommy’s precious girl.” She hummed to herself.

You would have instantly seen through her calm facade. But you were far too distracted for that.

You were too caught up in your own head, too busy keeping up the long strokes of your hips for some friction on your cunt. You didn’t catch the wistful tone of her voice; you were too distracted to truly feel the way her thumb just barely brushed against the bandage sitting on your neck. You missed the way her eyes lingered on it - half glaring at the bandage, half glossy with unshed tears.

She was still burning with deep anger at the thought that anyone would be allowed to bring even the smallest amount of harm to something that belonged to her and still live. But she was also thankful to the high heavens that you had come out of the incident safe. So thankful that you were back in her arms.

“Mommy-” You croaked out again, your voice cracking with pure need, pulling JJ from her thoughts.

She shouldn’t be thinking of the filthy man who had almost hurt you. She should be thinking of ways she could bring you pleasure now - ways she could be thankful that you were still here, unharmed.

“Where do you need it, huh? Right here?” JJ replied, moving one of her hands to slot between your legs, just barely brushing her fingers against your clit.

This made your hips stutter, pushing toward her touch even more.

“Yes!” You breathed out desperately. “Yes, there! Please!”

JJ let out a gentle laugh, and this made you downright dizzy.

Before you could even comprehend it, you had been flipped onto your back - JJ taking advantage of the fact that your body was limp, lust-weakened and distracted. You were breathless as you looked up at her, now towering over you, so damn powerful with her hair billowing around her in a beautiful golden curtain. Her hands slid up your sides firmly while she leaned into you, pressing her knee into the naked rawness of your cunt - something that made you moan and clench your thighs tighter around her leg.

“Gonna give you just what you need, pretty girl.”

JJ rocked her knee against you a few times, enough to make you moan out brokenly. Before you could get any real friction from it, she moved away completely, leaving you breathless and even more needy.

And then, leaving your stomach flipping with anticipation - she descended downward, using a hair tie that she had around her wrist to put her hair into a messy bun before she positioned herself between your thighs. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had in mind.

She took a hold of you by the backs of your knees and shoved your legs up toward your chest, bending you to her will. This made you vulnerable and open to anything she wanted from you as she dove in eagerly. The moment that her tongue made contact with your clit, you knew that you were done for.

(Like you always were exactly when she wanted you to be.)

“Mommy!” You cried out desperately.

Your back arched hard as you fisted the comforter of the still-made bed underneath you, quivering under her touch but unable to move as she kept you concretely in place. Her lips suctioning tightly around your clit and sucking for dear life, determined to make you cum as hard as possible now that she had teased you to this point.

“Fuck, Mommy! Oh, oh god!”

Your hip muscles quivered and you gasped hard, struggling to get air into your lungs as she furiously worked her tongue over you. The movements of her talented tongue causing sharp, hard shocks of pleasure to emanate out from that precious little point. It was all so perfect - the filthy slide of her spit mixing with your wetness, dripping down between your pussy lips, even gathering and dripping down along your asshole and lingering in a small puddle on the bed.

You were a mess - just as JJ wanted.

She dug her nails into the flesh on the backs of your thighs, making the muscles in your legs burn from holding the position. But you had nowhere to go, you could do nothing but sit there and take it as she sucked on your clit and tongued against you with vigor - giving you exactly what you had been begging for, making you mindless and dizzy as the pleasure became near painful in the most beautiful way.

“Mommy!” You gasped. “Mommy, fuck! Gonna-”

She cut off your words just as you were on the edge, pulling back with a wicked grin and just barely cutting off your orgasm. It made your whole body tense up in shock and caused your lungs to let out a shocked, disappointed whine. You bit your lip to keep from swearing or letting out any complaints - which you knew would only lead to a prolonged time before cumming with JJ in charge.

Instead, you stared at her with your best sad eyes, hoping she would take pity on you. She gathered a large glob of spit on her tongue and heaved it onto your clit, and the touch of this alone had your legs quivering harshly and caused you to let out another sharp moan.

“Please!” You began begging again, knowing that your voice was completely choked by desperation. “Please, please, please, please-” You didn’t breathe between the words, chanting with pure need until JJ shut you up.

“Shh, shh.” She hushed you, running her cheek along your inner thigh. “You need it that bad, huh?” She mocked you gently, and you echoed back a moan.

“Yes.” You confirmed, your voice warbling.

“Hey, look at me.” She hummed quietly.

Your head snapped toward her automatically, and then you were staring down those powerful eyes once again - greeted by her chin glistening with your juices, her messy hair half fallen out of the haste bun. Of course, she looked more gorgeous than ever.

JJ crept back up your body, letting go of one of your thighs and letting it relax, but keeping the other leg pinned up. She put her body weight against it now, putting your knee over her shoulder while she snuck her hand between your thighs as she leaned in to kiss you firmly. The taste of yourself on her lips was beautifully tangy, and you couldn’t help but to suck that taste off her tongue as she forced it between your lips.

She pulled away after a moment, pulling a moan from between your lips.

“Tell me that you’re never gonna do that again.” JJ whispered against your lips.

In your lust-wrecked state, you were confused.

“Huh?” You mumbled back.

“Tell me that you’re never going to volunteer as bait ever again.” JJ said, grinding out the word harshly. “You belong to me. And you need to be safe. So what I say - goes.”

Your pussy clenched at her words. You hadn’t realized how much you had truly worried her - how much you had upset her.

“I won’t do it again.” You murmured back, your voice partially lost in your throat. “I promise, Mommy. I won’t. I’m yours.”

JJ showed her satisfaction with your declaration by shoving two fingers into your well-slicked, wanting pussy. With no warning, she began pounding the digits in and out at a furious pace, sending your body into overdrive.

Still pinning your leg into place with her body, she moved her other hand down so that she could rub your clit in fast, hard strokes to make it all more intense.

In seconds, your pussy was once again throbbing, lit up and burning from the sensations while she fucked you hard and quick - driving you towards an orgasm at an intense, rapid pace.

You let out harsh pants against her mouth and her lips formed into a sharp smile, clearly pleased with herself for turning you into such a mess so quickly. She crooked her elbow so that she could fuck her fingers into you at a sharper angle - and it was only moments before you felt your stomach clenching up again, that telltale heat drawing across your thighs as your clit downright burned underneath her fingers.

“Please. Please, Mommy!” You begged, your throat scraping against the word now. “I need, I need - oh!”

She was actually feeling merciful this time, and continued to fuck you through it, finally bringing you to the orgasm that your body had been begging for all night.

But of course, she didn’t let up. She wasn’t going to stop there.

She leaned in and kissed you on the forehead, and you knew that you had a very long night ahead of you.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a standalone oneshot, and I will not be writing a follow up or a 'part 2'. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written. Also, please consider reblogging, because supporting fanfiction writers is important to keep fandoms going! If you liked this and you want to see more, definitely check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist for more of my work.

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Sweetness - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

Joel masterlist

Joel has done his best to forget about his birthday, and for good reason. Ellie, however, has other plans in mind. When she recruits their pretty neighbor in Jackson to put together a surprise for him, Joel is thrown for a real loop.

warnings | 18+ angst, that's pretty much it, this is just real fluffy

Joel does his best not to think about his birthday, for a plethora of reasons. September twenty-sixth, the day that everything came crumbling down all those years ago. The day he lost his babygirl.

All those years on the road, and then in the Boston QZ, it had been easy to keep it to himself, usually spending that wretched day drinking until he couldn’t think straight. Every year, the only gift he got was that of pure, blissful oblivion, and a pounding headache the next morning.

Since settling in Jackson, it’s been harder to keep this information under wraps. Ellie somehow managed to needle out of Tommy when his birthday was, and had declared that Joel needed to pick a new birthday after realizing how depressing that date truly is. When Joel refused to comply with her demand, Ellie designated it herself as April second. She had found an astrology book on the road and had firmly decided that Joel was an aries, whatever that meant.

That had been a few months ago, and Joel has just been hoping his annoyingly persistent companion has forgotten about her declaration. But when he meets his brother the morning of April second for their usual patrol shift, he quickly realizes he will not be so lucky.

“So, I’m under strict orders to wish you happy birthday, brother.” Joel thinks briefly that he’d like to smack the shit-eating grin off Tommy’s face, instead settling for a scowl and a huff.

“Goddamnit, was hoping she’d forgotten about that.” Tommy snorts, slapping Joel hard on the back.

“You should know by now, Joel. That one’s just about as stubborn as you.”

…

When he gets back to town after his shift, the rest of the afternoon is spent painfully responding to awkward birthday wishes, all said with the caveat that Ellie had told them to do it. Joel could throttle the kid by the time he gets home.

As he goes to open the door, however, it’s immediately slammed shut in his face, Ellie huffing on the other side.

“You can’t come in yet, old man! Just hold your horses!” Joel scrubs a hand down his face.

“Ellie! I’m really not in the mood for this shit.”

“I don’t care! It’s your birthday and what I say goes! Now sit down on the porch, I’ll let you in when we’re ready.” He can’t believe this kid, but he’s a little too worn down to not heed her instructions. Besides, he tried the door again, and it seemed that she had slid a chair under the handle to keep it from budging. He settles into the rocking chair on the porch, closing his eyes for a spell, even dozing off in the cooling Spring night.

He’s rather rudely awakened by Ellie kicking at his boots.

“Hey! Time to come in, old man. Got a real surprise for ya.” Joel groans as he stands from his seat, stiffly getting pulled inside by Ellie who immediately comes behind him on tip toes to cup her hands over his eyes.

“Ellie, would you please–”

“Shut it and walk, old man. It’s a surprise.” He huffs, begrudgingly letting her lead him through the house towards what he guesses is the kitchen.

When Ellie finally peels her hands away from his face, Joel is shocked to see her standing there. The pretty, young neighbor who Joel sees teaching the kids in the makeshift schoolyard from time to time. They’d only shared passing conversation, he’d catch her sometimes out in the garden in her backyard in the evenings. She always offered him a wide smile when he’d say hello.

She’s holding what Joel realizes is a cake, or he guesses you could call it that. It’s a short, square little thing that they’ve stuck two, lit taper candles in. She’s smiling softly at him and he can’t take his eyes away from hers, a frozen moment of time. Ellie startles him when she shouts in his ear.

“Happy birthday, old man!” Whatever spell had been cast is now broken. Suddenly, Joel feels very overwhelmed and angry. He can’t quite figure out why, so he does the one thing that does make sense to him. He turns heel and stomps straight out the door, heading down the street and ignoring Ellie’s shouts of his name. It’s not his fucking birthday, and he’s sick of all this pretend shit.

…

He winds up down at the bar, and even though it’s not his birthday, he revives his old tradition of trying to drink himself under the table. He doesn’t get far though before his brother is sitting down across from him.

“Now tell me why Ellie showed up on my doorstep in a complete fit because some asshole fled his own damn birthday party.” Joel just sighs, hanging his head.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Nope, that doesn’t work for me. ‘Cause not only did you piss Ellie off, but I’m pretty sure you broke that sweet little thing’s heart.”

“I’d hardly call Ellie a sweet little–” “Fuck, Joel. I’m not talking about Ellie.” He huffs her name, raising his eyebrows at his brother, and Joel’s stomach churns.

He hadn’t even been thinking about her, that shy smile she shared with him before he ran off. He thinks about the cake she had been balancing in her arms, that she had probably helped Ellie make it, put a lot of time and effort and resources into something he was too chickenshit to even acknowledge. Joel feels terrible, and he knows it’s not the booze talking. He brings his palms over his face, pressing his fingers lightly into his eyes, kneading at a quick-forming headache.

“Joel, no one’s saying you gotta enjoy your birthday. But I’m saying you gotta stop being a dick to people who are trying to care for you, man. Ellie may be a little… enthusiastic. But Christ, Joel, she loves you like a father.” Joel glances at Tommy, sighing.

“And that neighbor of yours. Well, if you can’t see a good thing when it’s right in front of you I’ll smack you around myself, maybe then you’ll see the way she looks at you.” Joel scoffs at that, shaking his head. He figures his brother is just trying to convince him to apologize to her. There’s no way in hell she’s actually been looking at him the way his brother is insinuating. She’s her, lovely and pretty and popular around town. And he’s him. Enough said.

“Alright, Tommy, alright. I’ll apologize to them, both. Just, fuck, get off my ass.” His brother smirks at him as Joel rises from the table. He’s had enough of people for the night.

“You better make it right, brother. And, hey, happy birthday you old shit.” Joel flips off his grinning brother, heading out into the darkening night towards home.

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As he nears his home he sees that all the lights are off. Ellie must have stomped off to a friend’s house, too pissed at him to stick around. He’s going to have some serious apologizing to do tomorrow. The glowing ember of a cigarette catches his eye on the porch next door. He can see her silhouette in the faint glow of light coming from her house’s windows. She’s sitting, wrapped in a blanket, taking long drags and letting the smoke wisp out harshly.

He doesn’t know why, but his feet carry him over to her house, she tilts her head at him where he stands at the steps of her porch.

“Well, Ellie and I thought you may have skipped town, you looked so upset in that kitchen.” She blows a billow of smoke out the corner of her mouth, watching him carefully. Joel clears his throat.

“Don’t know why you smoke those. S’no good for you.” She scoffs, but stamps out the butt of her cigarette beneath her boot.

“S’that all you came over here to say? My own little public service announcement?” He shakes his head, swallowing hard.

“Want to apologize. For earlier. I just– fuck– I wasn’t expecting that. Didn’t really know how to react.” She sighs looking off just over the top of his head. Joel wishes she’d meet his eyes again.

“It’s ok, Joel. It was stupid, really. Ellie asked for my help, and I like that kid. Wanted to do something nice for you. But I see now that it was silly.” Joel steps up onto the porch, trying to get a better look at her downturned face.

“It wasn’t stupid. I was stupid. What you did was real nice. I just– I’m not used to–” “Not being in constant life-threatening danger?” She quirks an eyebrow at him, he sighs. She scoots over on the bench seat, a silent invitation for him to join her. He does, sitting down with his elbows on his thighs, looking at her over his shoulder.

“I get it, really. I know that may be hard to believe. But I wasn’t always so lucky to be somewhere like Jackson.” She glances at him before looking back down at her hands in her lap.

“I had a little brother. Jack was his name. Back before, well before. He was only two years younger than me, and I never let him forget it. But damn I loved him. And he loved me. Every year, he insisted on being the one to make my birthday cake. And, Christ, they were bad. He’d get our mom to pick up the Betty Crocker mix from the store, you know? And the canned frosting. But he’d always manage to do something real weird to it.” She laughs lightly, but Joel can see the shimmer in her eyes.

“There was one year, he baked gummy worms into the cake. Fuck, it was so gross, the worms sort of melted into the batter so it was this sticky, rainbow mess. I told him it looked like a gnome had vomited on a platter.” Joel feels his mouth pulling up into a smile. She sighs.

“When I lost him… well, every year without him on that stupid day just reminds me that he’s gone.” She clears her throat before harshly swiping under her eyes.

“I don’t know why I told you all that. I guess just to say that I get it. And that I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Just figured it’d be nice for someone to have a good birthday” Joel sits back on the bench, letting his arm rest along the top of the chair behind her.

“When is yours?” She finally turns and looks at him, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“Your birthday, when is it?” Her face softens.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” His mouth quirks at that and he nods.

She leans into his side, cupping her hand over his ear conspiratorially and whispers the date to him. Joel’s breath hitches at the close contact. He hums when she leans back.

“You know, today isn’t my birthday, not really.” Her eyes widen at him, he laughs softly.

“It’s really, uh, September twenty-sixth, you know, the day that everything–” she brings one of her hands to rest on his knee, giving it a light squeeze.

��Yeah, I know. Can’t say I blame you for choosing a new one.” He snorts at that.

“Oh, I didn’t choose it.” She clicks her tongue, nodding and huffing a laugh at that, muttering Ellie’s name under her breath. She gives his knee another squeeze.

“Well, your secret is safe with me so long as mine is safe with you.” He nods, bringing his hand to rest on top of hers. She flips her palm and entwines their fingers. A warmth breaks out in Joel’s chest at the way her thumb strokes the side of his hand.

“C’mon. It’s still your not-birthday and I left that cake in your kitchen. Better not let it go to waste.”

…

That’s how Joel finds himself sitting at his dining room table, on a day that’s not his birthday, as the prettiest lady in Jackson lights candles in the cake she’s put in front of him.

“I’m not gonna sing to you, seeing as it’s not really your birthday. But go ahead and blow out the candles, handsome.” He feels like he’s going to break out in hives under her gaze. He’d be hard pressed to admit that he’s really just blushing at her words. He complies with her order.

She offers him a fork before sitting down next to him, and they both dig into the pan. Joel’s pleasantly surprised at his first bite and she grins around her fork at his reaction.

“There’s no sprinkles or frosting, but I’d say Ellie and I did a pretty good job, given the circumstances of course.” Joel hums.

“I can’t believe you went through all that effort. Don’t know the last time I had something like this.” She waves his words away.

“It’s not a big deal. Besides, how else was I supposed to woo you?” Joel chokes on the bite of cake he just swallowed. She giggles as he regains his composure, only slightly.

“Woo me? You’re trying to woo me?” She shrugs, going a little shy in her glances at him.

“I thought I was being obvious. But you don’t exactly make it easy, Joel Miller.” Joel’s dumbstruck at her words. He sits back in his chair.

“Christ– I just– why would you want anything to do with me?” She huffs, setting her fork down and resting her chin in her palm.

“Well, now that you ask, I don’t know. You were kind of an asshole this afternoon.” His face goes slack at that but she just laughs. It makes his heart kick in his chest.

“I’m kidding, Joel. But yeah, I may have been harboring a little crush on you since you moved in here.” Joel’s still speechless, he feels like his brain has been jostled around in his skull. She breaks the silence with a big yawn, checking her watch as she stretches.

“Well, I’ll let you chew on that, in more ways than one. I better head home.” She’s already standing and walking towards his front door and Joel is a bumbling mess as he follows behind her. He keeps trying to start to say something, but all that comes out is a stammered “I– you– uh– well.”

He finally manages to spit something out, “thank you, for the, um, not-birthday cake, and for everything.” Her mouth turns up in a lopsided smile. Joel’s brain finally seems to be back online, and he continues.

“I, um, wouldn’t be opposed to that. To you wooing me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, stepping closer to him.

“Oh, you wouldn’t?” Joel shakes his head.

“No. Uh, consider me wooed.” He’s rewarded with a grin from her and he’s got that warm feeling in his chest again.

“Hmm, well in that case–” She steps in a bit closer, bringing her palms to his chest and lifting up to press a quick kiss to his lips. Joel freezes for a moment, but he snaps out of it quick enough to bring his hands to her hips, dipping in to chase after her lips for a deeper, longer kiss.

She pulls away first, a bubble of laughter, before leaning back in for a chaste peck. He presses his forehead to hers. What she says comes out in a whisper.

“Happy not-really-your-birthday, Joel Miller. I’ll see you later.” She’s slipping out of his grasp and out his front door, not before hollering back at him to save some of the cake for Ellie. Joel stands, staring dumbly at the door, running his fingers over his mouth, searching for remnants of their kiss.

He thinks to himself that this has been the best not-real-birthday he’s had in a very long time.

#joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tlou

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gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat · 5 months

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Group F, Round 3, Poll 2:

Propaganda under the cut

John Gaius, The Emperor Undying, God

Gaslight: When he resurrected his best friends he took away all their memories and gave them new names. He never reveals to them that he was the one who killed everyone on earth in the first place. He really plays up the "benevolent God" act Gatekeep: As a God, everyone is vying for his Favour and he is the one who gets to decide who gets it. He also doesnt share his knowledge of how to become immortal without killing your best friend. Girlboss: Literally made himself God. Never strayed from his ten thousand year old plan of Revenge. Rules an entire solar system and is colonizing more.

Jod is a frequent gaslight and gatekeep, however he falls more under the girlflop the girlboss. All of his plans go wrong but goddamn if he's not trying. Horrible ideas from an even worse person. Whent above gasligting and just straight up wiped his friends memories. Gatekeeping the knowledge of the universe. Had a child he didn't know about for 18 years and only found out cause she showed up dead(she's fine now(mostly)), girlboss move. Had a threesome with two of the gaslit friends, this would be less gross if he wasn't middle-aged. Gatekeeping the planets(I cannot explain this one). Ressurected humanity but also killed a lot of cows(girlboss). Put the soul of the earth in a woman and then put her in prison(but not before killing half of the amigos). Anticaptalist, bisexual, father. He has babygirl energy

Killed entirety of humanity and the whole solar system save a handful of billionaires and their victims, then resurrected the sun and a select handful of humans, wiped their memories, and established a religion in which he is god for over ten thousand years. Also an ex-tumblrina (probably) and goth twitch streamer (definitely).

Killed almost all of humanity, the sun and the solar system and then resurrected some of them deliberately without their memories and didn’t tell them that he killed them in the first place, and also told them that he was god. Renamed his friends after killing and resurrecting them. Set up imbalanced and toxic power dynamics among his inner circle that led to half of them either killing themselves or being killed by the other in each pair in order for half the group to become immortal saints, something he didn’t tell them wasn’t actually necessary to reach that sort of state. Lied to the surviving friends about why the ghosts of the planets in the solar system were hunting them, he told them they were after all of them because of the way they’d become saints which meant they could never go home, but they were actually only ever after him. Also because of this lie he was able to manipulate them into fighting the ghosts and dying in the process, saying that they would kill him which would destroy the sun, when actually they couldn’t kill him and also the ghosts were after just him so everybody would be fine if they just stopped hanging out with him (this is true in a LOT of senses actually). When he decided to get new immortal saints he specifically asked for the heirs of the houses, who were mostly younger in the 16-22 range and therefore easy to manipulate especially after killing their best friend (again, he knows that isn’t necessary and is asking it of a group of teens/young adults). When one of the people who was successful appears to have done it wrong, he pretends to be a mentor or father figure to her face (knowing that that is something extremely important to her) while having one of his surviving original friends try to kill her without her knowing he was behind that. On the girlboss front, I think he kinda thinks he’s a girlboss more than he actually is one, but he’s so good at the gaslight bit he’ll have you believing that too.

Daiba Nana

she isnt stuck in a time loop, the time loop is stuck with her. she beats all of her theater friends in swordplay so she can grant the wish of going back in time to experience her school's play once more. its implied shes done this for YEARS before the series starts. she can and has beaten the entire cast at once (see: wi(l)d-screen-baroque, a song where she sands on top of a moving train while singing a solo song and beating every single one of her classmates). she can and will bend the universe to her will of wanting to be with her friends. also her name translates to big banana and thats enough of a reason for her to win any completion

#round 3 #group f #the locked tomb #tlt #nona the ninth #john gaius #jod #Gideon the ninth #Daiba Nana #Revue Starlight

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time-traveler-tourney · 1 year

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Time sure flies when you’re messing with it’s continuum!

The Sequel to the @thief-throwdown, welcome to the Time Traveler Tourney!

Did your favorite Character fucked around and found out a bit too much with the fabric of time? Is your Blorbo hopping from when to when? Is your poor little Meow Meow stuck in a time loop? Is your poor little Meow Meow stuck in a time loop? Is your poor little Meow Meow stuck in a time loop? Is your poor little Meow Meow stuck in a-

Well then look no further, because this is the place for them. A battle for the most heroic/tragic/whatever hero of our time! Rules for submissions are:

Must have traveled through time at least once

Things like reincarnation, for example Zelda, unfortunately don’t count. Sorry guys :(

Time loops are fine though!

You can submit as many characters as you want, but please don’t send in the same character multiple times

And that’s basically it! Though I should say that, if I get a character who I feel like doesn’t make the cut I will take the freedom to not let them in, but don’t worry, before I make a decision like that I will do my research about said Character.

I think that’s all the important parts covered. You guys can call me mod Tarn (he/him) and welcome to the submission round, which will stay open for a week!

If you want to check out even more cool tournaments and see what inspired this one, just look under the cut. No, this is definitely not a way to gain more exposure, what are you even talking about?

@autismswagsummit, @babygirl-beatdown, @tragicsibsshowdown, @2023vampiretournament (greatly recommend that one), @cinnamon-roll-competition, @a bunch of other guys that I probably will remember right after posting this.

#polls #time traveler tourney #tournaments

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wheneclipsefalls · 11 months

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Forever My Babygirl pt.4

Part 3 I Masterlist I ao3 I

Pairing: 16 year old Tuktirey x Male Metakyina OC

Summary: Safe under the florescent glow of the ocean, Tuk and Teeysal share a special moment. Unfortunately, keeping secrets is a dangerous game to play.

A/N: To everyone that has stuck around while I’ve struggled to put together the trajectory of this story: you’re a true one, thank you! I’m already working on part 5 and I’m really excited about it so hopefully the next update won’t take as long this time

Warnings: Light angst, swearing, aged up characters, forbidden love

Yawne - beloved

Tsireya delicately looped the strands back and around one another, careful not to pull too hard on Tuk’s scalp. Her fingers struggled to keep hold of the various sections of hair while intertwining small shells into the woven work. Tsireya always had a hard time turning down Tuk’s request to do her hair, especially when she wove precious flattery into the pleas. Besides, Tsireya was simply happy to see Tuk finally recovered from being sick and back to her old self.

“Such pretty shells.” She murmured admiring a particular speckled blue crescent shaped one that shimmered in the light. “Where did you find them, Tuk?” The innocent question made Tuk’s smile drop.

She couldn’t tell Tsireya where they had really come from. Teeysal had spent hours scouring different beaches and coral reefs for the perfect shells, gathering them in a small netted bag that was sneakily presented to the Sully girl when her parents were out. The proud smile on his face when she expressed awe and approval still made her heart flutter fondly.

“J-just been collecting them for a while.” The jumbled response came out hastily. Neytiri always said that Eywa had blessed her with an honest heart and a desire to do good, but now Tuk felt that these gifts were becoming a curse as it made every lie she told sink deep into her chest. A weight that was slowly bringing her down.

“Well you will have to show me all the good spots to find them. I’ve been working on this choker for Lo’ak but it’s missing something. Can’t quite tell what yet.” Tsireya let out a light huff in frustration, her voice somehow still carrying the soothing softness that always had Lo’ak melting.

Tuk had always found Tsireya’s gentle nature so calming. She was the best person to rant to with problems or concerns. Her large blue eyes had a great capacity to hold genuine empathy. It astonished the younger Sully girl. And yet it was just another reason that keeping her romance with Teeysal a secret was incredibly difficult around her sister in law.

“Even if there is, you know he won’t notice. He’ll just be happy it's from you. Lo’ak doesn’t know much else when it comes to attire.” Tuk scoffed teasingly. Tsireya’s soft laugh flitted across the wind as she continued to tightly incorporate the strung shells into the intricate dark braids that finally flowed down into loose waves.

“Now, is that any way to talk about the mighty warrior that is bringing home this bad boy for dinner?” Lo’ak appeared at the mouth of the marui, hands proudly holding up the dangling fish half his size. Tsireya affectionately awed at the size, congratulating her mate on the impressive catch but Tuk’s mind was elsewhere. Lo’ak home meant Teeysal would be back with the hunting party too. Tsireya’s absence of handling indicated her hair was completed.

“You look so pretty, Tuk.” Tsireya cooed, helping Lo’ak to set down the fish in preparation.

Tuk ran her fingers through the hair, a small giggle lacing her features as she beamed at the compliment. The change in hairstyle made her feel rejuvenated after days of squirming on the marui floor half awake. The thick braids leading into the free flowing waves reminded her of Tsireya’s own hairstyle and the comparison made her beam with a new confidence. The confidence of a woman, not some silly little child.

“Thanks ‘Reya.” Tuk pulled the older na’vi into an eager hug before gathering her stuff to dart off. Lo’ak shot his sister a strange look at her hurried actions.

“What? That’s it? You’re not even going to stay for the best meal of your life, baby sis?” Lo’ak crossed his arms, feigning a stern look that was sure to be imitating Jake. Tuk giggled at the hidden joke but shook her head regardless. Her window of opportunity was quickly closing.

“I can’t leave mom and dad alone for dinner.”

“They’ve had you for five days, surely they will survive your absence for one night.” Already feeling caught in a lie, Tuk avoided her brother’s merciless gaze. She fought the urge to nervously fiddle with hanging beads on her loincloth. Still, the electric excitement prompting her to see Teeysal overcame the small trace of guilt at lying to her brother. There was no other way she would get to see the handsome Metkayina male otherwise.

“You know how Dad gets.” She shrugged while subconsciously playing with the threads of her new hairstyle. It seemed that the excuse was enough to appease Lo’ak as he rolled his eyes and gave her a knowing look. He did in fact know how protective and even selfish Jake could be when it came to his littlest baby girl. Tsireya was already preparing the fish diligently at the corner of the marui.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Fine, get out of here.” Lo’ak snorted with a playful shoo of his hand. Tuk wasted no time, quickly bidding them goodbye before running across the wovens paths of the village. The moon was inching closer and closer to overcoming the shine of the sun, luring the clan members to start settling in for dinner and tucking their small Na’vi into bed.

Her eyes jumbled back and forth across the crowds of approaching figures to smoothly slot herself around or in between them to get by. She let out small squeaks and apologies at the appropriate times but never slowed down her pace. Tuk’s excitement only grew when she was able to see the last stragglers from the hunting party up ahead. She was just about to sprint haphazardly towards them and track down the handsome male when her father’s voice broke through her focus.

“Tuktirey!” Jake called from her right, pulling in a small canoe with one hand. “Where you going, babygirl?” Jake questioned with a slight undertone of fond laughter. He flicked the thick dreadlocks out of his face to see his daughter better, canoe landing on the sand with a hollow thump.

“Hey Dad, just going out one more time before dinner.” Tuk despised how easy the white lie flowed from her lips. The distant chatter and laughter from the hunting party prickled at her urge to glance over and find Teeysal. Still, she wiggled her toes and focused on paying attention to her father. Jake Sully was a smart man that knew how to pick up on clues. His time in the military had only increased his awareness of the world around him and the importance of picking out tiny details. This attribute had always been one of her favorite things about her father, showing how useful it had been by sharing endless war stories. Now, however, it was becoming a nuisance.

“Yeah I know you’re anxious to get back out there, kid.” Jake chuckled before gracefully heaving his body up onto the woven pathway. His smile held tender kindness and affection as he looked down on his maturing daughter. “How about I take you out? It’s been a while since the two of us have had some real daddy daughter time together.”

Tuk gulped. The sincere crinkles of his smile coiled her guilt in her gut, but she had been looking forward to this all day. Teeysal had his own responsibilities to tend to and there were few times that Tuk’s time left unsupervised aligned with his leisure hours. She knew it had been a while since her father and her had gone out like usual, but she was growing up and Tuk didn’t always have the same cravings as she used to.

“I’ll tell you whatever consolation story you’d like to hear.” Jake had a plethora of stories he had produced and related to the stars for his children. There was of course his own story of Earth and how he had come from a star, but further stories consisted of simple fairy tales he had adapted and edited for his kids. Out of all his children, Tuk clung on to the stories the most. There was a whole year where she had Jake tell her the mashup of Rapunzel and Top Gun he had created over and over again. For a story that the ex marine had made up on the fly it became difficult at times to repeat perfectly, especially when his small daughter had memorized every detail. Whenever he would go off script or forget one of the lines, she was known to jump in to correct her daddy.

Tuk’s sharp teeth nippled at the inside of her bottom lip. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint her father but there would be other nights she could listen to his far fetched stories.

“Actually Daddy, I kind of was looking forward to going out alone. To be with my thoughts and all that.” Tuk’s soft voice was barely heard above the coastal wind. Jake’s smile wavered and his brow pulled together, accenting his creased forehead. She knew that look. The reminiscing look of a parent that was no longer needed by their child. Being the last one to leave the nest had gotten her very familiar with these poorly masked solemn expressions.

“Right, of course.” Jake cleared his throat before nodding firmly. The ex marine naturally pieced together a touch front. For a man of such gruff demeanor, he failed horribly at maintaining that composure when it came to his daughters.

Tuk’s heart ached at the sight of her father, Toruk Makto, softening in front of her eyes.

“But we will have to go on a different night for sure!” Tuk piped up, grabbing her father’s wide wrist between her dainty hands. “It’s been ages since I’ve heard about the lost princess pilot, afterall.” Her father’s lips quirked up at the sound of her excitement, no matter how feigned it may have been.

“Of course, babygirl. Whenever you want.” He chuckled before placing an endearing kiss along her stripped temple. Her muscles relaxed at the reassuring gesture. “But make sure to be back before dinner. I don’t want you out too far past eclipse.”

She beamed up at him, giving her promise before turning to dart off again.

“Goodbye Daddy!” Tuk called behind her, hoping the remedial nickname would soften the blow.

Her father’s wellbeing slipped to the back of her mind smoothly as she refocused on searching for Teeysal amongst the other hunters. Luckily, he was around the bend away from the potential onlooking gazes of Jake and nosy clan members. Teeysal’s cerulean orbs lit up instantly at the sight of Tuk. She took this as her sign to bound over, toppling into his arms. His toned arms pulled her body against his chest tightly and spun them around. Her shorter legs swung out into the air as soft giggles wracked her lungs.

Teeysal smelt like fish and saltwater but it was an essence that the Sully girl had come to positively associate with his presence. She marveled at how easily he lifted her and twirled their bodies in place, her stomach doing somersaults at the thrilling momentum. The loose curls that had escaped his bun tickled the apples of her cheeks as she pressed her face close to his broad shoulder.

“There you are.” Teeysal warmly smiled after setting the small Omatikaya girl back on her feet. His broad hand cupped the side of her face sweetly causing Tuk’s heart to skip a beat.

Ayte cleared his throat, awkwardly third wheeling the interaction. Tuk’s head finally snapped to the side to notice the other Metkayina male. A light blush painted her cheeks when she realized they were in fact not alone, she sent him a gracious smile regardless.

“Hi Ayte.”

She tried to detach herself from Teeysal, worried that their cover was completely blown. Tuk went to wiggle her way out of his strong arms and give Ayte a hug as a cover but Teeysal only held her tighter.

“It’s ok. He knows.” He chuckled into her ear while enfolding her in an embrace from behind. Ayte noded and rolled his eyes to confirm the claim. Her cheeks remained a glimmer of pink but she relaxed in his arms at the information. Teeysal’s newfound confidence had come with more frequent physical displays of affection. Small moments that the pair managed to steal away throughout the day were always accompanied with tender forehead kisses and prolonged hugs that allowed her to seep into the warmth of his chest.

This uncharted territory spun her nerves into a tumbled mess but Tuk couldn’t be more delighted. This intimacy had always been something she had observed in others and yearned for herself. Even as a small child she beamed whenever Jake tucked his head into the curve of Neytiri’s neck or intertwined their mismatched hands together fondly.

“Yeah and I know when I’m being a third wheel.” Ayte grumbled but there was an undertone of friendly mirth in his tone. A small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth whenever he saw that dumb dopey grin on his friend’s face. “I’ll bring these back myself. See you later, lovebirds.” He chuckled, dragging off the baskets of fish.

Teeysal and Tuk called out their respective thank yous while watching the male disappear into the village. It was then that Tuk felt the soft sensation of fingers tracing over her new woven hairstyle and embedded shells.

“Wow, look at you. They are so much prettier on you.” Teeysal marveled reverently. She couldn’t contain her grin at the compliment. She had been itching to show him since Tsireya had put the first shell in her hair. Warmth flooded along her skin, sending pleasant tingles down to her toes.

“You like it?” Tuk asked although she already knew that answer as he gently guided her to do a twirl for him. Their eyes met and it was difficult to keep the gleeful giggle from her throat.

“Very much.” Teeysal’s warm voice filled her to the brim with happiness. He always seemed to hold a special kindness in his aurora, especially when around her. Those ocean blue eyes could easily put her into a trance, so crystalline and pure. Every glimmer of emotion visible.

“Come, come. I want to show you something.” He eagerly grabbed her hand and dragged the girl towards the nearest ilu. The covering moon had begun to signal the beginnings of bioluminescence, bringing a dim glow to fauna and coral underneath the surface. The two didn’t bother finding another ilu, instead opting to ride together.

Tuk wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly and blushed as Teeysal hooked one hand around the back of her thigh before they dove into the water. An instant calm settled around her as they were encompassed by the pressure and weight of the ocean. Here in the place where the outside world was deafened and the boy she cared for held her tenderly, Tuk couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather be.

They soared along the reef, diving in and out of curved structures of corals and sponges. The sizzle of sloshing water tickled at her flicking ears. Everything was in its full glow, bursting the sealife into radiant colors that danced through the water medium. No matter how many times Tuk saw it, she never tired of marveling over the beauty of the ocean, especially during eclipse. The sea was a different place entirely, feeling like another planet she could step into within a moment's notice.

The two na’vi only had to breach for air a few times before reaching the desired spot.

“Deep breath.” Teeysal instructed. She filled her lungs slowly until they had expanded to the point of pushing against her ribs. The ilu dragged them down towards the substrate until Teeysal released him and motioned for Tuk to follow. Curiosity rose like a swell within her. Whatever it was, Teeysal could not keep the giddy grin from his face.

She mimicked his smooth undulations, following after him. Despite the commotion of marine life around them, Tuk found herself swerving to catch glimpses of those loose curls that had escaped his bun and were flowing with the water. She had always been fascinated with the Metkayina curly hair, having little representation of its texture in the Omatikaya clan. However, for biased reasons, she believed Teeysal’s hair to be the prettiest. The soft strands were an enchanting contrast to his sharp jaw and high cheekbones. It seemed that Teeysal's entire form was a walking contradiction. Sharp lines and features mixed with gentle eyes and a caring smile.

Teeysal finally signaled for them to stop, each holding on to the nearest coral structure. Her golden globes swept across the area, in search of the wonder he promised to show. A large hand on her shoulder caught her attention once more. Teeysal pointed up ahead under the curve of a concave rock. It was then that she finally spotted what had him all excited.

Intelligent eyes peeked out from under the rock. The octopus was easy to miss in the haze of marine activity, perhaps its purpose in seeking refuge in the tight space. However, once it had deemed the surroundings clear it began to stretch forth its tentacles in differing directions. Its motions were fluid and controlled as the creature crept from the dark hole.

It had not been her first time seeing an octopus but her wonder was still ablaze. They were such simple yet intelligent creatures, making them hard to catch on most days. She was satisfied with this surprise, turning to Teeysal and giving him a wide grin that expressed this sentiment. He seemed to almost chuckle underwater, shaking his head softly.

‘Keep watching.’ He signed.

With a perplexed expression she obeyed. The octopus was out from the makeshift cave and for the first time she spotted a glimpse of something else behind it. More textured skin peeking out from behind different tentacles. Tuk squinted in concentration. Small eyes peeked out from behind the octopus. Their black dots were barely noticeable as the tiny creatures emerged. A plethora of baby octopus blanketed the backside of the mother.

Were she not already holding her breath, Tuk knew it would have caught at the sight. The juvenile creatures were so small, almost reminding her of the glowing fauna that laced their reefs. They followed the mother, finding refuge and protection between her outreaching limbs. Her heart warmed at the sight. Just like a Na’vi mother sings lullabies and tucks her children away in the marui for the night, this mother had found a safe home for her children underneath the rock. In moments like these, Tuk couldn’t help but recognize how similar they truly were to every other living creature on Pandora. They were all brothers and sisters, looked after by the Great Mother.

With diligent caution, Tuk reached out one hand, inching closer and closer to one of the tentacles. The mother seemed to watch her for a moment, deciding whether or not the imposing digits were a threat. One tentacle furled out and immediately suctioned to Tuk’s hand. Gleeful excitement raced through her. The texture from the tentacle almost tickled. She was always surprised by how strong their suction truly was.

Tuktirey turned to the Metkayina boy in victory to show him the accomplishment, but he wasn’t looking at the octopus. Those blue orbs intensely watched her reaction with a fond demeanor. Accentuated by the sparkling freckles around the creases, Tuk couldn’t help but stare back into Teeysal’s eyes. She was oblivious to the retracting arm of the mother octopus, even missing as the mother and juveniles swam away.

They drew closer, pulled by the intensity of the other’s gaze. However, the depleting supply of oxygen in Tuk’s lungs shattered the moment. She was tempted to ignore the strain in favor of playing out this scenario, but the harsh contraction of her muscles told her there was no choice. Teeysal was quick to understand what was going on.

Grabbed by the wrist she was pulled through the water quickly. Teeysal’s thicker paddle-like tail swished with his body in a pattern that quickly had them gaining speed. The beat of her heart obediently slowed to the soothing thoughts that floated through her mind. Whenever Tuk would feel inclined to take a breath she had learned that distracting her mind with sweet melodies and memories overpowered the urge.

Teeysal successfully dragged her through the water and up into the bulbous plant, finally giving them each access to an air pocket. Oxygen surged through Tuk’s lungs in an audible gasp, but her lips still curved into a smile. The bioluminescence of the plant painted their skin a cool shade of green as they caught their breath.

“Tuk! Are you alright?” Teeysal’s worried tone was only white noise to the joy that tickled at her heart.

“That was so amazing! Did you see all the little babies?!” Tuk words tattered on the edge of a squeal as she beamed back at the Metkayina boy. His troubled expression softened into that of fond chastisement as he fought back a laugh.

“Yes I saw them Tuk, but-”

“They were so tiny! Barely bigger than megafauna and yet they still have these beautiful little eyes!” The excited shrill echoed along the walls of the bulbous flower, magnifying her voice. Tuk fondly babbled about the beautiful creatures till her lungs were fighting for oxygen again. It was then that Teeysal finally deemed it time to step in.

“Tuktirey!” He urgently caught her attention, wide golden eyes staring back at him. “You can’t scare me like that. If you need to breathe you have to tell me.” Although stern, his voice carried a vulnerable tremble to it, showing how much he truly cared for her wellbeing.

“Sorry.” She mumbled, biting her bottom lip.

His ears dropped back and a heavy sigh left his lips.

“It’s my job to take care of you. I don’t know what I would do if something were to happen to you.” Despite the sad words, Tuk’s heart raced as she saw the pure adoration and concern gleaming in his ocean eyes. Butterflies swarmed her stomach as she saw that vulnerability.

Tuk was used to having people watch over her, whether or not she asked for it. Her father and brothers in particular were constantly protecting her from any harm that could come her way. She was used to watching them scold her for reckless behavior or circle her into their arms in order to shield the small girl from potential threats. On more than one occasion she would roll her eyes at the dramatics and pout at their concern that sometimes felt like a leash.

However, with Teeysal, it was different.

His protective nature wrapped her in a warm glow, tinting her cheeks pink. A new feeling of admiration settled over her. It was the same feeling that surfaced when she would watch him carry nets full of fish or drag a canoe along the sandy shore. He was a provider and protector and Tuk was more than happy to allow him to fulfill that role in her life.

“You do take care of me.” Her slim finger cupped his cheek softly. Teeysal relaxed under the touch, apprehension sizzling away with the current. She swam closer and was quickly received in his loose embrace. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, effortlessly helping her stay above the water’s surface. With their bodies so close to one another, Tuk swore he must’ve felt the charged prickle along her skin and the pounding of her heart. Still, she didn’t shrivel away or try to hide it.

Idle dark blue fingers thumbed at his loose baby hairs, bringing the curve of a smile to his lips. Lips that suddenly caught her attention, her gaze heavy and reluctant to pull away from them. The heat of his own stare bore along her flushed face. When yellow finally met blue again Tuk suddenly realized how close they were. They shared the same warm breath.

“Hold still.” Teeysal whispered softly.

Anticipation climbed higher, yanking at her raging heart, but Tuk obeyed as he leaned in even closer. Their noses brushed and the gentle touch had the Sully girl’s eyes fluttering closed. Soft lips met her own, a tender and gentle caress. Tendrils of electricity rippled underneath her skin, breath caught in her throat as he kissed her. She followed his lead, tentatively moving her lips against his.

It was short, barely more than a few seconds but it still left Tuktirey feeling breathless. Teeysal let out a slight exhale, corners of his lips perking up into a crooked smile. The sight made shuffle closer into his embrace, hands resting on his broad shoulders.

Tucked away deep in the sea, they had found a sanctuary away from protective fathers and courting expectations. Tuk yearned to stay there forever. Safe and warm in his arms. Her first kiss forever on Teeysal’s lips.

Tuk stood on the ilu, hands gripping Teeysal’s shoulders to steady herself as they glided along the water’s surface. Teeysal’s lips pulled back into a dumb grin, revealing his sharp canines as Tuk’s carefree singing continued. Her sweet melody held no trace of shame, openly singing for him as they neared the village. Occasionally he would reach back and fondly squeeze one of the hands placed on his shoulders. This action was always met with a slight giggle to intermix with her singing.

The stars were vibrant, the ocean warm, and the girl of his dreams clinging to him while filling the air with unbashful melodies. Teeysal was confident this was the best night of his life. His heart felt like it could burst at any minute as he recalled the kiss they shared. The soft movement of her hesitant lips against his own. The trust she showed while easily fitting herself into his awaiting arms. He was sure there was no Na’vi happier than him tonight.

“Your turn, you sing.” Tuk insisted suddenly. Teeysal immediately shook his head.

“I’m not much of a singer, yawne.” The pet name flowed from his lips effortlessly and Teeysal wondered if she noticed the endearing term as much as he did.

“That is no excuse.” Tuk giggled mischievously. “I demand you sing.” She feigned a stern tone, using the same unyielding timber her father possessed when telling them off. However, it was anything but intimidating as her light voice strained to deepen into something unnatural. Teeysal’s chest heaved as he laughed freely.

“Oh really? You demand it, huh?” His neck strained to look up at the Sully girl who still pouted firmly in efforts to exert her power. “And what are you going to do if I don’t, hm?”

“I will…take you down.” Her confidence was slowly slipping between the cracks but Tuk was not one to back down from a game. Even growing up she found herself wrestling with her much older brothers only for them to pin her down over and over again and tickle her till she giggled out pleas for mercy.

She squealed as Teeysal suddenly reached back and flipped her body over his shoulder. She landed messily on his lap. He latched one arm around her waist before she could try and wiggle away. A playful triumph glimmered along his blue orbs, smirking down at her.

“You sure about that, yawne?” A gleeful chuckle slipped into his tone causing the infectious laughter to yank at Tuk’s own amusement till she was fighting back the urge to giggle. Tuk lunged for him. Pushing his broad shoulder back until he was laying on the ilu. They giggled and shot back firing challenges as they wrestled one another.

The two Na’vi were oblivious to the closing distance between them and shore, too enraptured with overpowering the other.

A sharp whistle cut through the night air.

Limbs entangled in the middle of Teeysal pinning her down against the ilu’s back, they strained to see where the noise came from.

“Tuktirey!” Jake’s voice shocked the two enough for Teeysal to loosen his grip causing Tuk to unintentionally slide off into the water. She barely let out a squeak before hitting the water. Tuk quickly resurfaced only to spot her father’s ominous figure looming in the moonlight on the beach. Lo’ak sat on a rock beside him, watching Teeysal with a frown.

“Out of the water. Now.” The deep rumble of his voice effectively prompted her to swim frantically towards the shore. Once back on the sand, Lo’ak helped her up and used his body to block her from Teeysal’s view. The Metkayina boy was already washing up onto shore, hands raised and ready to explain the situation.

The submissive approach didn’t seem to matter as Jake’s jaw clenched in anger. His rigid posture and heavy breathing was a clear indication to the boy that he had pushed the male too far. Lo’ak’s beady eyes followed his frame while simultaneously stopping Tuk from getting past him to see what was happening.

“Dad, it’s not what it looks like!” Tuk’s soft voice drawed out in desperation. Jake turned his attention to his youngest daughter with a raised eyebrow. The youngest Sully tried not to shrink under his domineering gaze.

“You and I will talk about this later.” The words might have well been a threat the way it made Tuk’s stomach do a summersault. Teesyal could just barely make out the shift of her ears pinning backwards. His first instinct was to gather the pouting girl in his arms and find a way to bring her out of the spotlight but Jake was already turning back on him.

“You seem to have no respect for me or my family, kid.” Jake glowered down at the younger male with a heated intensity, tail swishing violently behind him.

“No sir, that’s not i-”

“Did I or did I not tell you to stay away from my daughter?” Jake’s clipped tone hung heavy in the air. Tuk was now pushing at Lo’ak to try and get past but her efforts were in vain.

“You did.” There was no way to lie himself out of this one. Still, Teeysal refused to show any more weakness than was necessary. His blue eyes held Jake’s stony glare with an unyielding determination. This strength went unappreciated as Jake let out an angry huff.

“Have you or have you not been sneaking off with her behind my back?”

Teeysal’s heart skipped a beat and the back of his neck broke out into a sweat. How did he know? They had been careful, perhaps not perfect but there was never anyone around when the two set off on their adventures. Tuk peeked over Lo’ak’s shoulder, standing on her tiptoes, and their eyes caught. It was clear she too was confused as to where they had gone wrong.

But then his eyes grazed past Lo’ak’s expression.

There was an air of cockiness surrounding that devious smirk and within an instant Teeysal knew who had figured it out.

“You’re not as sneaky as you think, cuz.” Lo’ak scoffed.

Jake no longer needed a verbal confirmation. A guilty composure was enough to validate his concerns. A protective wave of emotion washed over him until he was holding back a growl deep within his chest. This boy had the audacity to sneak his babygirl away without permission to God knows where. There was no telling what could have occurred between them. How many ways she could have gotten hurt with Jake none the wiser.

Worst of all, this boy could hurt her in a way no one else could.

A broken heart is one of the few things a father’s embrace and protection can not fix.

He knew it was time to intervene before things went any further.

“I don’t like repeating myself, boy. I warned you once to stay away and now here we are again.” Jake’s gravelly voice deepened into an ominous snarl. Teeysal felt his mouth run dry, trepidation dancing along his nerves till his ears were cautiously flicking against his curly hair. Retaining eye contact had become a true struggle, Lo’ak’s unfaltering attention only added to its difficulty.

“Daddy it was my fault.” Tuk pleaded, but Jake only held a hand out to signal her silence, his eyes never straying from the Metkayina boy before him. Tuk knew better than to push her father when he entered military mode.

“I’m only going to say this one more time.” Jake’ jaw clenched roughly like hard steel. “Stay away from my family or there will be consequences.” Teeysal’s gaze finally lost the battle and drifted to stare down at the damp sand. A few stray curls curtained over his temple, ear pinned securely against his head.

“Do I make myself clear, boy?”

“Yes sir.” He muttered out the phrase half heartedly but Jake didn’t seem to care, he was already ushering Tuk and Lo’ak back up the expanse of the long beach. Reluctantly following with Lo’ak’s arm over her shoulder, Tuk managed one last glance back at the Metkayina male.

Teeysal tried to quirk the corners of his lips upwards into a reassuring smile but he knew the action looked forced. Even with the increasing distance he could see the clear glimmer of unshed tears hazing over her beautiful eyes. He vowed to not have this sigh of her distraught face be their parting image. Call it foolish hope or unyielding stubbornness, but Teeysal was determined to earn his place by her side.

This time, he would do it the right way.

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Caught Between a Blonde and a Hard Place

Eijiro Kirishima x Neito Monoma x AFAB! Reader

***This is an 18+ fic. Minors DNI***

Warnings: Dom/sub/sub dynamics, Kiri is a soft dom w/ you, brat tamer w/ Monoma. One(1) mention of bondage/cucking, orgasm denial if you squint, penetrative sex (p in v, p in a), anal, fingering, petnames (babygirl, babyboy, brat, boytoy, etc), threesome, hints at future poly relationship, aftercare, sub drop.

Word Count: 4k

Author's Note: AHAHA yeah I've been WAITING for this one ok? I'm so proud of this, even tho it's not ended the best but I still love it ok? The rarepair is FEEDING my soul. ANYWHO have fun reading this cuz I put my whole coochie into this one.

Enjoy~

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You’re not entirely sure how this happened, but you’re not at all upset about it.

You’d come home to your gorgeous boyfriend Eijiro Kirishima sitting on the couch with a devious look in his eyes. He’d told you he had a surprise waiting for you in your shared bedroom, something you’d been dying to bring to the more intimate side of your relationship. You hadn’t realized what exactly he was talking about until you opened the door.

Perched on the edge of your bed was none other than pro-hero Phantom Thief, or as you and Eijiro know him, Neito Monoma. To say you were shocked would be a bit of an understatement; the relationship between Monoma and Kirishima was a bit infamous back in high school. While the blonde was known for attracting the ire of most, Kirishima was widely known to be the only person able to tame Katsuki Bakugo, another blonde with an unsavory disposition. Still, without fail, whenever Neito entered the room Eijiro’s expression would drop into something less than cheerful.

Some would even say the redhead hated the cocky blonde from 1-B.

And yet here he is, nervously bouncing his leg with his arms crossed over his chest, his thumb nail stuck between his teeth. You clear your throat softly to get his attention, and when his powder blue eyes snap up to meet yours you swear you can see hearts in them. He stands abruptly, swiftly taking the few strides over to you and gently grasping your hand to pull it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“It’s good to see your beautiful face again.” Heat blooms from your chest up to your cheeks from the blatant and unexpected flattery, and from someone so…pretty. You’d be lying to say he isn’t attractive. He’d grown into quite the handsome hero, high cheekbones and sharp jaw framing his features. There’s no doubt in your mind he’s probably built his body into something admirable as well.

“It’s good to see you too, Monoma. A bit unexpected, but pleasant all the same.” His smile is soft as he speaks, softer than you remember him to be.

“Please, call me Neito.” When you echo his name back to him he visibly relaxes, a sigh escaping him as he squeezes your hand and loops his arm around your waist. Your chest is flush with his and your noses are side by side, his forehead dropping to lean on yours.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” You’re about to nod when Eijiro speaks up from the doorway.

“No, it’s not. Or did you forget I already told you that?” Eijiro’s voice has a hardened edge you’re not used to hearing, and it makes you shiver. The blonde releases you and takes a step away, allowing your boyfriend to sweep you into a very passionate kiss full of teeth and tongue. When you’re finally allowed a breath you gently hit Eijiro's shoulder.

“Now how is that fair, Eiji? Did you just bring him here to taunt him?” The crush Neito has harbored for you is well known. Ever since Eijiro had managed to snag you in your second year at UA, the blonde had constantly hinted that he had wanted to steal you, always showing off in front of you. Everyone could tell he liked you, and it wasn’t long before Eijiro got sick of his antics and chased him off. You aren’t entirely sure what transpired between the two, but Neito’s incessant posturing stopped overnight.

“Oh baby, of course not. You see, blondie and I already had a little discussion before you got home. He’ll be joining in on the fun, don’t you worry, but of course we’ve both set boundaries and talked through some…dynamics.” Eijirou lets you go and walks over to Neito, who’s looking up at the towering redhead with something between fear, irritation, and lust. Eijiro’s massive hand comes up to cup the other’s face, his calloused thumb gently swiping at his cheek.

“We’ve decided to go with the color system, haven’t we Neito?” The blonde seems to melt into Eijiro’s palm, nodding softly.

“Yes. Red for stop, yellow for slow down and check in, green for keep going.” Eijiro’s chuckle rumbles in his chest at Neito’s calm state. It’s as if he’d been hypnotized, completely unlike his normal boisterous self. It’s odd seeing him so at peace. And Eijiro is reveling in the power he now holds over him.

“Huh, I expected more of a fight from you, Neito. You said you’re a brat but you’re being such a good boy for me already.” You watch their interaction, watch as Eijiro leans in and his lips brush against Neito’s, watch the tension between them turn palpable. The whine Neito lets out is so sweet as he grips Eijiro’s wrist, wordlessly begging for a kiss. If you didn’t know better, the blonde is as much attracted to the bulky redhead as he is to you.

Eijiro grips the smaller man’s face harshly, leaning away from him with a cruel chuckle. His voice sounds so mean when he talks to Monoma.

“What, you wanted a kiss? Well you’re gonna have to earn it.” Neito’s whine is loud when Eijiro walks him to the plush armchair in the corner and shoves him into it. He leans down into his face, his hands trapping Neito’s arms on the chair.

“Color, Neito.” He gasps out a ‘green’, leaning his head back onto the chair and settling into his seat. With the blonde situated, big beefy pro-hero Red Riot turns on you.

“See? We’ve got everything under control. Now, if you’re ready, let’s give him a show.” You nod up at him, rendered speechless. Watching Eijiro and Neito push and pull so well has sent your stomach into a fit of butterflies. Monoma brings out a side of your boyfriend you’d never really seen before, and you’d be a filthy liar if you said you didn’t like it. Now Neito’s baby blue eyes are settled on you as Eijiro tugs your clothes off, slowly peeling away layers of fabric to reveal your skin to prying eyes.

When you’re fully naked Eijiro sits on the bed, placing you in his lap with your back to his chest, facing Neito directly. He’s already visibly flustered, cheeks and chest flushed a pretty pink as he pants out his breaths, a bulge already visible in his slacks. Eijiro stays silent as he sucks marks into your neck, his teeth digging into your skin as his hands wander over your body. Thick fingers tug at your nipples and make you mewl, make you push your chest out to chase the feeling.

“Like what you see, pretty boy? She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Neito bites his lip and stifles a moan as he nods, eyes fixated on your breasts as they bounce when Eijiro tugs and releases your nipples.

“Cat got your tongue? Answer me Neito, use your words.” The threat in Eijiro’s voice doesn’t go unnoticed, but rather ignored. The blonde bites his lip harder in a poor attempt to hide his smirk as he remains silent, his eyes narrowing to challenge the man behind you. Eijiro chuckles, nearly laughing at his act of defiance.

“So the brat comes out. I wonder how easily I can break that attitude of yours.” With that, his hands continue their path on your body, palming their way down your stomach, then hips, then taking the time to massage your thighs. The noises spilling from your lips are Eijiro’s favorite sounds, all your pretty whines and moans only fueling his lust. The mixture of Eijiro toying with your body and Neito’s piercing eyes watching your every movement is making you dizzy, sending searing heat between your legs. You can feel the slick dripping down to your ass already, feel yourself dripping for both men in the room.

Eijiro’s hands hook under your knees and pull your legs apart, draping them over his own spread legs before his fingers dip down to spread your folds for Neito’s gaze. The man moans out loud at the sight of you, splayed out over Eijiro’s lap, his cock bulging in his sweats beneath you. Neito’s hips buck up off his chair, his hands clawing at the armrests to resist touching himself. Eijiro groans into your shoulder at the sight.

“You remembered that rule huh? Good, if you hadn’t I’d tie you down and cuck you for being a disobedient little brat.” He moans again at that, this time louder and more guttural, his chest heaving and hips jerking in an attempt to get more friction. You whine in response, feeding off of Neito’s sounds and desperately wanting to see what’s hidden beneath those pesky clothes of his.

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Tied up and at my mercy, stuck being my little boy toy.” Eijiro plays with your clit as he speaks to Neito and the filth pouring from his mouth is edging you closer to your end. Neito himself looks about ready to burst, face and chest flushed red, moans endlessly spilling from his lips, legs trembling as he humps the air. It’s so hot, seeing the normally proud man so needy, so lost in his own lust. You wonder briefly if you look as hot and bothered as the blonde does right now.

Eijiro only chuckles into your neck, his thick fingers still rolling around your clit and dipping down into your dripping pussy. It’s almost torturous the way he’s toying with your sex, building the tension in your tummy so agonizingly slow as you both watch Neito fall apart so easily. And of course Eijiro is laying it on thick for you both.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Neito? Look at how her pussy sucks in my fingers.” Neito’s eyes are watering, no doubt because of how painfully hard he must be beneath those tight slacks of his. A tear falls down his cheek and Eijiro’s coo is so condescending you’d think he was a bully in high school.

“Aw crying already, pretty boy? Wanna cum?” Neito nods, tears falling down his face and neck, his voice shaky as he begins to beg.

“P-please I want to cum, need to cum so bad.” Just hearing him so broken is making you shake in your boyfriend’s lap.

“Well that’s too fuckin’ bad. I’ve got other plans for you.” You almost feel bad for Neito, being edged like that, but it’s hard to think once Eijiro’s fingers pick up their pace on your clit and he spouts filth into your neck loud enough for the blonde to hear.

“Look at him, babygirl. Doesn’t he look pretty? And pathetic, needing to cum already, completely untouched,” you nod, of course Neito is pretty, but now Eijiro’s voice sounding so cruel is sending you for a loop, “Come on baby, cum for us. Give him a show, won’t you? He’s dying to see.” Neito’s eyes snap up to you and when you lock gazes you can almost hear him pleading, begging to see you come undone. That sharp gaze mixed with Eijiro’s nasty words are more than enough to have a knot tightening in your belly, but it’s so hard to cum when you’re so empty.

“Oh baby, are you having trouble cumming? I bet you are, I’ve only been playing with your little clit. Why don’t you come over here and help her cum Neito? Since you’re not using that loud fucking mouth of yours you should put it to good use.” Eijiro’s words alone sent a wave of heat through you, the cruel way he almost taunts Neito to misbehave. But the man is too eager to get to you, wouldn’t dare break a rule if it means he’ll get to eat you out. He nearly leaps out of his chair to bury his face between your thighs. His pornographic moan is muffled and drowned by your own as he sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers gathering your slick and pushing past your walls.

Fuck it feels good. His fingers are long, slender, not nearly as thick and rough as Eijiro’s, but it’s clear he has experience. Within seconds he’s pinpointed that place deep inside you that makes your toes curl and your back bow off Eiji’s chest. Your chest heaves as he batters that spot, curling those lithe fingers so hard it makes your legs tremble.

“C’mon Neito, make her cum and I’ll consider fucking you brainless like I do her.” Just the thought of getting to see that transpire is enough to send you over the edge, and Neito’s sucked your clit hard, tearing a moan from your throat as you cum all over the blonde’s face. He doesn’t waste any of it, slurping up every drop and licking you clean, and you tremble from the slight overstimulation. Looking down at him, he looks like he’s gazing up at a deity from where he kneels beneath you.

“Thank you, Neito,” you breathe out, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. He leans into your touch, grabbing your hand and turning to leave a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“Thank you, sweet girl, for letting me help you.” You share a tender smile with him before Eiji butts in.

“Aww, how sweet. Looks like you did it, blondie,” Eijiro plants a soft kiss on your temple before gently depositing you on the bed, turning and roughly grabbing Neito’s face, “I’m gonna fuck you within an inch of your life tonight, babyboy.” Only then does the redhead kiss the other, a hand wrapping around Neito’s neck and dragging him up into the larger man’s lap without breaking their passionate makeout. Watching it is another experience entirely. Neito’s hands are clawing at Eijiro’s shoulders in an attempt to get him somehow closer, and Eiji’s hands are on the smaller man’s hips and ass, squeezing and groping whatever he can reach.

You can’t help the heat pooling in your belly again, squeezing your legs together and rubbing your thighs to get some friction. Softly, you echo each of Neito’s moans and whimpers, watching him lose himself to pleasure as he grinds against Eijiro. When they finally separate, your boyfriend dips his head down to Neito’s shoulder and sucks a mark into his neck, leaving a noticeable blooming red bite on his otherwise pure skin.

“I’m going to ruin you, Neito. That’s a fuckin’ promise. Now strip and get on the bed.” It’s a mess of limbs and fabric as you get positioned, you on your back with Neito leaning over you. You only get a few seconds to admire his position above you before your boyfriend shoves the blonde’s face into your chest, yanking his hips up to grind his dick against Neito’s ass. He takes the opportunity to suck a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bud and nibbling it lightly.

“Look at you two. My beautiful princess, and my pretty little toy.” You watch as Eijiro purses his lips and spits down on Neito’s ass, a thumb rubbing over his puckered hole before slipping inside. Both of them groan at the slide, Neito wrapping his arms around you and sucking your tits harder to distract himself. Whether from the pain or pleasure, you aren’t sure. It isn’t long before Ei has three fingers stretching his ass open, and he pulls them out to line up the tip of his cock.

“Color, Neito. Gimme a color baby.” The blonde looks about ready to sob, his voice high-pitched and whiny.

“Green! Please, please green!” The grin on your boyfriend’s face is pure sin, a dark chuckle pouring from his chest. He sinks in all at once, immediately setting a rough pace as Neito screams out moans and his eyes roll back into his skull. You reach a hand down to play with your clit while you watch Eijiro completely ruin the blonde that used to torment the two of you. He notices quickly.

“Are you feeling lonely sweetheart? Feeling left out? Don’t worry, he can help you with that, can’t you babyboy?” Eijiro slams in one last time before halting balls-deep in Neito’s ass, and the blonde is shaking as tears fall down his cheeks. And by god does he look pretty like this. He nods from his place between your breasts, whining as he positions his hips so his cock slips into your pussy. Eijiro follows him, not letting himself slip out even an inch.

“Are you ready sweetpea?” Neither of you know who he’s talking to, but you both nod anyway, and when he pulls back and pushes back in, he takes Neito with him. Every thrust pushes the blonde deeper into you, and soon you’re all moving in tandem. Eijiro is fucking his weight into the both of you like an animal, his eyes feral as he pounds the both of you into the bed.

It’s heavenly, feeling how your boyfriend is using the both of you like ragdolls. Neito’s cock is long and hits some spot deep inside you, and with Eiji’s power behind it your head is spinning, your vision spotting with black the closer your orgasm approaches. It takes a moment for you to register his voice through the water in your ears.

“C’mon, cum for me. I know you can do it. Be a good boy for me and cum inside her.” Oh fuck. You can feel his whine in your ribcage, feel the rhythm of his thrusts change. He’s pushing and pulling all his own, chasing you with every push and burying Eijiro further inside himself with every pull. He’s chasing that high and you’re right there with him, his hips grinding against your clit sending sparks up your spine. The blonde is sobbing as he fucks himself onto Eijiro and into you, a final shout crawling up his throat as you feel ropes of hot cum fill you up and you fall over the edge from the feeling.

There’s so much of it you can feel it spilling down your ass and onto the bedsheets. You’re still cumming while Eijiro keeps pounding away, Neito limp and only being held up by Ei’s hands on his hips. It isn’t long before he cums with a feral growl, burying himself as far as possible in Neito’s ass and hunching over the both of you to catch himself. He falls over and you all curl into a heap on the bed, two of you shaking from remnants of your orgasm. Eijiro’s voice seeps through the haze in your brain, his hands and lips smoothing over your skin.

“Come back to me baby. I’ve got you, sweet thing.” He’s talking to both of you, you realize after you come down from that high. He’s got one large palm on either of you, stroking your hair and shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into your backs. It takes Neito longer to come back, but once he does he’s clinging to you like a koala. And you cling to him, and Eijiro manages to wrap his arms around the both of you.

He coaxes you both into a bath, comforting you both and disappearing only for a few minutes to clean the bed. When everything is said and done you’re all cuddling on the bed again, you and Neito on either side of Eijiro, holding each other’s hand over his stomach.

“How are you doing?” You and Neito lock eyes over his chest, then peek up at the redhead. There’s a weird tension in the room, too many things gone unspoken. Neito ends up speaking first.

“I liked it…a lot. A lot more than I care to admit.” His cheeks burn as he averts his eyes away from the larger man, his hand gripping yours ever so slightly tighter. Eijiro reaches over and tilts his head up to look him in the eyes.

“It’s okay to admit it. But that’s not what I’m talking about baby,” Neito’s face burns red at the pet name, “I mean are you okay right now? After everything’s said and done, are you okay? Do you need anything? Anything at all?” The blonde looks conflicted for a second, glancing over at you then back at Eijiro, seemingly bashful.

“Can I… have a kiss, maybe? If that’s okay?” He complies easily, leaning into a sweet, tender kiss. Tears begin to fall down Monoma’s face, his hands trembling as they move to grip Ei’s shoulders. He’s quick to bundle him up, holding him tight.

“Shhh you’re okay. What do you need?” Between hiccups, he manages to get a question out.

“I’m not j-just a t-toy *hic* right?” Ei coos down at him, holding him even tighter as you curl up next to them, wrapping an arm over the smaller man’s back in your own attempt to comfort him. You know what’s happening, he’s dropped after a high, the rush of happy chemicals fading.

“No! No, of course not. You’re not just a toy baby, I promise. You were so so good for us, good for me. You’re perfect, Neito, I promise.” He sniffles and cries into Kiri’s neck, clinging to him until he calms and is able to breathe normally. His voice is hoarse and croaky from crying when he squeaks out a ‘thank you’. You all stay snuggled up in bed for a long while afterward, before Neito is suddenly squirming out of your grasp. Both you and Kiri assume he’s getting up to use the bathroom, but when he starts picking up and putting on his clothes you both sit up in bed. You whine as he tugs on his boxer-briefs and slips his feet into his pants.

“Neito where are you going?” He can’t seem to turn around and look at you as he replies.

“Thank you for allowing me to join you tonight. It truly was fun.” You scrunch your nose up, it sounds like he’s attempting to say goodbye. Eijiro is up out of bed, in all his naked glory, before you can think to do so yourself. Neito yelps as he’s suddenly thrown over the beefy hero’s shoulder, then tossed onto the bed before both of you dogpile on top of him. You whine again, this time into his neck.

“Nei, please stay tonight. It’s already super late. And I need you.”

“We need you,” Eiji corrects, “we both need you to stay tonight. Please.” He looks conflicted for a moment, before playfully rolling his eyes and submitting. It isn’t long before you’ve all settled into bed and fall right asleep.

The next morning you wake up snuggled into Neito’s side, his arms tight around you even in his sleep. Eijiro is nowhere to be found, but there’s a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. As quietly as you can, you squirm out of Neito’s arms and slip out of the room, putting on one of Kiri’s shirts on the way out. Kiri is hunched over the stove, a massive plate of food already sat on the side while he finishes up. You wrap your arms around him from behind and leave little kisses up his bare back, breathing in his scent.

“Good morning baby. Sleep well?” You nod against his back, sleep still tugging at your mind.

“Good. Breakfast is almost ready. Why don’t you go get Neito up so we can eat?” You hum, then grip Kiri’s hips and turn him around to look at you.

“Actually, can we talk real quick?” He turns off the stove before turning his full attention to you, a small ‘of course babe’ leaving his lips.

“I thought you hated Monoma in high school. How did you even manage to organize last night?” His smile is soft, and he grabs your hips to hold you close.

“That was high school, sweetheart. Neito may have been an asshole back then, but he’s clearly not the same now. He reached out to me a few weeks ago asking about you, and we got to talking. And here we are.” Okay. So, that answers one question.

“Alright. So then…what next? We eat breakfast and just…let him walk out the door?” A knowing smile creeps onto Kirishima’s face.

“Are you suggesting we keep him?” Your jaw drops at his wording.

“That is not what I said you big oaf. I’m just saying….”

“You’re saying you like him. I know. If I’m being honest, I like him too. So how about this: you go wake him up, we eat breakfast, and then we invite him to dinner. That is, if you’re alright with that?” You beam up at your boyfriend, giving him one last kiss before bouncing your way back to the bedroom to wake up Neito. This is hopefully the beginning of something amazing.

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