A/N: Can be read as continuation from previous fic - A beardful! Also this gif🥹
Genre: PG-13
Notes: Baby Robin explores the Flag Residence on workout day.
At 3 years old, the youngest in the Flag family was naturally curious, wandering off the moment eyes were looking elsewhere.
Today was workout day, which meant that every member of the family - including his favorite uncle and aunts were training at the underground facility that Papa build.
Little Robin toddles towards the shed, pressing the big red button that his Mama always pressed when she bought drinks for everyone.
Entering the big silver box, Robin sees many circles on the wall. Which one should he press? He goes straight for the button lowest and the easiest to reach.
The silver box whirs to life and starts to bring Robin downwards. The box opens and Robin sees a light down the hallway. That’s where must Papa must be!
As fast as his legs could take him, Robin enters the room.
“Hello Robin!” He sees Aunt Cleo at the table, observing Sebastian running on the mini treadmill that was specially designed for the rat. “How did you come here?”
And so Robin finds himself being the “trainer” for Sebastian as assigned by Cleo to make sure that Sebastian doesn’t slack. “He’s been eating too much cheese.” Cleo tells him.
Cleo gives him a bag of dried apples after a job well done. “Bring this to Mama ok?” As Robin sets off to find his Papa.
He continues to walk, turning right to the next hallway. Another door! Papa must be there. Robin tip-toes to grip the handle but without much success. Then, the door opens.
“Heya little rugrat!” A familiar pale face stares down at him. “Come to see me on the ropes?”
Robin feels himself lifted up and placed into a chair to watch Aunt Harley do a mind boggling routine on the ropes that were attached to the celling.
Achieving a perfect landing, Robin laughs, clapping his hands wildly.
“Aw!!! You’re the sweetest cherry little birdie!” Harley chirps. Then it hits her. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be with Mama?”
Robin blinks at his Aunt Harley.
“Oh!!! You’re here to look for Flag! Well then! He’s just down there! Gotta go now!” And with that, Aunt Harley’s ponytails swish behind the doors.
Robin toddles down further, entering the next room he sees.
Uncle Robert’s at a weird looking contraption with handles for him to pull blocks attached to the string. Robin always knew that Uncle Robert is strong.
“Now how did you get down here little chap? And what’s this?” Robert finishes his set of weights, pointing to the bag of dried apples that Cleo gave earlier.
“Papa.”
As always, Robert is able to understand what Robin wants with few words.
“Your old man’s coming down shortly. I’ll stay here with you until he comes least you’re up to no good.” Robert lifts Robin up, taking him to the seat that was within his sight.
“Guess you’ll just have to be with me for now.”
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“Damn it!” You cursed internally, briskly walking towards the shed. You should have known better the moment your baby boy could stand on his two feet.
Dusting the flour from your pants, you pressed the lift button repeatedly. Reaching underground in record time, you entered the first room to see Cleo cleaning up Sebastian’s treadmill.
“Hey Cleo, have you seen Robin?”
“No, I have not.” Cleo scrunches her face in confusion. “I thought he went back to find you.” She sees the worried expression on your face and quickly changes her tone.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he hasn’t gone far. I can get Sebastian to find where he is.” Cleo switches on her light, summoning Sebastian and a few other rats to go on the hunt.
The two of you hurried down the hall, calling for Robin.
As you make the turn, you bump into Harley who was blasting pop rock on her earpiece that you could almost hear it from a mile away.
“Heya Mama! Whatcha doing here too?” She says a little too loudly. But you caught what she had said.
“Robin came down here too?”
“Yeah, must have been looking for Flag. Hey, where is he though?”
So in a condensed version, you repeated the same thing to Harley and off the three of you went, looking for a misplaced toddler.
You almost tore parts of your hair out upon looking at another dark room when-
“You sneaky munchkin! He’s alright Mama! Just here hanging out with the man crew.” Harley hollers down the hallway to attract yours and Cleo’s attention.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you sped down the rooms to meet Harley standing outside.
“Robin, where have you been? Mama’s was worried-” You came to a stop, the rest of the words forgotten. In front of you was possibly the most cutest and ridiculous sight you ever seen.
“Eighteen… Nineteen… and, twenty!” Rick completes his pull-ups in quick succession with Robin safety fastened to the baby carrier that your husband wore.
“Up! Upppp!!!” Robin pleads with his Papa, chubby legs wiggling in the carrier. Rick wipes his sweat before removing Robin carefully from the carrier. “Let’s take a break first bub.”
You decide to make yourself known.
“So that’s where you are!” You smiled brightly, opening your arms as Robin clumsily runs into your arms. “How was workout with Papa?”
“Workout, was amazing. Right buddy?” Rick gives you a kiss on the cheek.
“Ya lady here almost lost her marbles when she couldn’t find Robin!” Harley saunters up beside you.
“Nothin to worry about,” Rick flashes one of his signature grins that you fell in love with in the first place. “Just two of us spending some man time together right?”
Robin giggles, detaching himself from you to latch onto his father’s leg once more. You swore you could see Rick melt a little.
Picking Robin up, he bobs his nose playfully. “Alright mister, for making Mama worried, your gonna have to take a bath!”
Robin squeals at the mention of a bath.
“You’re not going anywhere Mister!” Rick has a firm grip on Robin who tries to worm his way out. He comes to your side, careful to keep your baby out of earshot.
Requested by @a-reader-and-a-writer: Can I request “ you are so smart. the world is lucky to have you." with Tak please? Thanks!
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Summary: You win the Noble Prize and your boys are there to congratulate you.
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The mirror in your dressing room casts a reflection of your appearance. Your silk grey dress hugs your figure and your hair is perfectly placed on the top of your head. Diamond earrings, a gift from Rick, drop from your ears and a small grey pendant, a gift from Tak, hangs from your neck. You smile at your reflection in anticipation as your note cards lay flat on the table.
It's 7 o'clock in Stockholm and your nerves are flying through the roof. In just a few hours, you will be awarded one of the top awards someone can be given for their contribution to humankind.
The door softly clicks open and two silhouettes enter your dressing room, a bundle of different flowers in both of their hands. "Rick. Tak. You're not supposed to be back here."
"We snuck in," Tak muses as they set down the flowers and make their way towards you. You snort.
"I highly doubt two 6'2 large men can sneak in." Your eyes rake over their appearance, causing your knees to go weak. You had told them it was a high class award ceremony, but you hadn't expected Rick to wear his fully decorated dress blues and Tak to wear a black velvet suit that hugs him in all the right places. "You guys look fantastic."
Rick is the first to go in, easily drawing you into his arms and placing a tender kiss to your forehead. "I knew you'd win, darlin'. I'm so proud of you." He dips his head and places a soft kiss to your lips as you cling to his uniform because if you hadn't, you would have probably collapsed to your knees. Rick pulls away and steps back while Tak takes his place. You offer him a small smile.
"This wouldn't have been possible if you never went through that portal." Tak lets out a rare smile that only you and Rick ever get to see as he wraps his large hands around your waist and pulls you into his solid frame.
"And I would've never gotten to meet you, princess. You're so smart. The world is- I-we," he motions between himself and Rick, "lucky to have you." He places a soft kiss on your lips before letting go and stepping back to Rick's side.
"We have to find our seats. We'll see you on the stage," they begin to head for the door until you stop them.
"Wait, guys." They stop and turn around. "Thank you for supporting me. I love you both so much."
"We love you too, sweetheart."
"We'll see you on the stage."
With that, your two men leave you to your thoughts and you think, none of this would have been possible without them.
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Warnings: cheating, language, 2016 Rick, June is a bitch, hint at possession, hint at nonconsensual kissing
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You really should've known. You really should've known that when you said the first 'I love you' and he didn't say it back. You really should've known that Rick Flag was not over June Moone. But it was really a nail in the head when you caught her on top of him in his office, the two of them locking lips. Rick was only alerted to your presence when he heard your gasp followed by the drop of your coffee and his, coffee he had asked you to get.
It's been a week since the incidence and you avoided him like the plague, even going as far as asking Waller to assign you to any secondary team, away from the Colonel. But, as all things go, you can't avoid him forever. Which leads to now, him walking into your office with a bouquet of flowers, your favorite flowers. "Oh look, you remembered my favorite flowers..." He sighs and moves to take another step into your office. You're quick to put a stop to it. "I don't want to see you."
"Are you busy? Can I talk to you for a minute?" You don't look up from your computer. "Please, let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain. You're not over that witch. I get it. But please, leave me the hell alone."
"No, you don't get it. I'm over her. She came onto me. I couldn't stop her."
"That's bullshit, Richard. You're twice her size, three times as strong, and you can't pick her off your lap and tell her to stop? Is that what you call an apology? If so, kindly, fuck off." You return to your screen, typing away at the report Waller had assigned to you when Rick sets the flowers down and plops himself in your chair, placing his chin in the palm of his hand.
"I don't know what came over me, darlin'. It was like I didn't have control over my own body. It felt like I couldn't move."
"So you're saying she possessed you?" You raise an eyebrow as you lean back in your seat.
"I don't know. Maybe? All I know is I would never do that to you. Ever. And I'm sorry I did."
"Did you just hear yourse.. never mind. Look. Do you love her?"
"No. I did. But I don't anymore. You're the one I want."
"Then why did you not say it back, Rick? Why did you not say you love me?"
"Because I was scared. But I'm not anymore," he moves in front of your chair and sinks to his knees, taking your hands in his. "I love you (Y/N). And I'm sorry I kissed her. But at least I know for certain now that you're the only one that I love. Please, forgive me? Can we move past this?"
You pull your hands from his and think for a moment. If you're being honest with yourself, the past week without him has been hell. Between lack of sleep and failure to achieve sexual gratification, you never realized how badly you need Rick Flag. Giving a small sigh, you take his face in your hands and press a kiss to his forehead before leaning back in your seat.
"Richard Flag, if you ever fucking do that again. I will make your life hell. Understand?"
He gulps thickly but presses a chaste kiss to your lips either way. "I promise, you won't regret giving me a second chance."
"I sure hope not."
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You bounce up and down on the heels of your feet, barely contained excitement coursing through you. Your boys stand behind you, Rick with hands in the pockets of his jeans and Takeshi with his stuffed into his jacket, neither really wanting to be there, but after your consistent demanding that THEY take you out on a date, both had finally caved. Screams of joy and horror sound all around Tak as the smell of fried food invades his nostrils. Looking around the place, he notes the children running in circles around their tired parents as they and gaggles of half interested teens wait in the long lines for brightly colored rides that don’t seem the safest in the world.
“People actually pay for this shit?” He muses to no one in particular as the line to get in slightly shuffles forward. Neither Rick nor you look at him.
“Yep. It’s fucking stupid is what it is,” Rick replies, scrolling through emails as you roll your eyes and punch both men on their shoulders.
“Guys…. This is supposed to be a date! DATE. I’m not telling you to have fun, but at least act like it for my sake, please?”
“Darlin’, we’ve been standing in this line for an hour just to get in. I highly doubt it’s worth it. We could go somewhere else,” Rick suggests and Tak thinks it over, one hand subconsciously reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, taking a deep inhale after he lights it.
“No, I want to stay here. Can we please?” You beg, looking between the two men who glance to each other before both sign and shrug their broad shoulders.
“Fine.” “Sure.” It’s not like either could ever say no when you beg so sweetly.
Tak watches in amusement as kid after kid and even adults fail to shoot down brightly colored rows of ducks while he waits for you and Rick to get off the ride. After deciding that he, Rick and you obviously couldn’t sit all together in the little seats, Rick and Tak had agreed that they would each ride the rides with you separately so you could still get one on one time with each of them, and you were more than happy with the arrangement. Speaking of you.
“Hey, what are you staring at?” You ask with your dazzling smile that knocks Tak back a peg as you wipe your wind swept hair out of your face while Rick walks up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“What are those people doing?” Rick and you look over to where Tak is motioning before looking at each other with a knowing smile.
“Rigged games. Vendors have these games that they set out and people play them thinking they can win not knowing that they’re designed to make it nearly impossible,” you explain, gesturing to the backpack Tak carries, “can I see it?” Slinging the backpack off of his shoulder, he hands the pink bag to you as you hastily dig in for a bottle of water, drowning the contents before handing it back. “I’ve always wanted one of those big bears but I never could get it. They look so fluffy.”
“Let’s get one then,” Tak muses as Rick scoffs.
“Look, if I can barely do it, then you most certainly can’t,” he comments, gaining Tak’s attention while your eyes scan between the two.
“What makes you think I can’t?” Tak tests as you decide to step in.
“Look, they’re literally set up to make you fail. It’s not uncommon for even the most skilled of people to fail,” your attempt to both soothe Rick’s ego and to talk Tak out of it doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.
“Let me give it a go. I’ll get you that teddy bear,” Tak comments as Rick shrugs, handing him a $5 bill and gestures to the stand.
“Knock ‘em dead,” Rick comments, you and him follow Tak’s broad frame as he walks up to the stand.
“Step right up! Think you have what it takes to win a prize?” The guy asks as Tak shoves him the money.
“What are the rules,” you turn into Rick’s shoulder, giggling at the intimidation radiating off of the man who stands a whole half foot shorter than the Envoy.
“Shoot all 10 down and win the grand prize, prizes go down from there,” he instructs, handing Tak the small bb gun, or really a regular size bb gun that just looks insanely small in his hands. Shrugging his shoulders, he holds up the gun and nods to the operator. Running the machine, the operator, you and Rick watch in amazement - or jealousy in Rick’s case - as Tak easily guns down 10 of the ducks.
“There you have it folks! We got a winner!” The man announces as people clap at Tak while you slip from Rick’s arms and jump onto Tak’s back, kissing his cheek.
“Great job, babe,” you whisper against his ear as he smirks, hands extending to take the bear from the man as you slip off his back.
“And for you, madame. One fluffy bear,” he feigns mannerisms, bowing down lowly with an arm extended out as you gasp, clutching onto the bear’s soft brown fur.
“Why thank you, kind sir. Such a gentleman,” you reply with a faux British accent, both of you oblivious to Rick’s silent raging.
“Screw this,” he mutters under his breath, pulling another $5 out of his pocket and slamming it on the counter, grabbing the gun and nodding to the man who runs the belt. Going into military mode, Rick focuses on the row of ducks and shoots them down one by one until the trigger clicks, telling him it was empty.
“Another winner!” The man hands Rick a white bear before turning his attention to you. “You are very lucky, ma’am,” he comments as Rick passes you the bear with a smirk plastered on his face.
“I know I am.”
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You trudge along with an armful of multi-colored animals that the two men collected for you over the past hour. What was once fun had long turned into a grueling testament to toxic masculinity.
“Hey Kovacs, bet you couldn’t win in an eating competition,” Rick comments, eyeing the contestants who were struggling to keep the food down.
“Let’s just go home,” you whine, arms aching from supporting all the animals.
“Come on, sweetheart, one last game?” Rick asks as Tak nods in agreement.
“It was your ideal to come here,” he reminds you and you scowl. Yes, it was your ideal to come here. No, you did not plan to sit on the sideline as they swapped dick measurements.
“Fine, whatever,” you reply with exasperation in your voice, neither Tak or Rick noticing, too wrapped up in the competition before they walk up to the stage where new contestants waited for a spot. Taking a seat amongst the crowd, you watch as Tak and Rick take a seat next to each other on the stage with the other contestants.
“Alright, for those of you still here, you know the rules, for those of you who just joined us, they read; whoever finishes all 50 hot dogs first, wins. To win, you must have eaten all of the dog and all of the bun. You are allowed to use condiments and you are allowed to drink water. To be deemed the winner, you must have swallowed every last bit with none left in your mouth. You have 20 minutes. On your mark.” Rick eyes Tak. “Get set.” Tak winks back at Rick, flicking up a middle finger. ”Go,” the announcer shouts through the mic as the clock starts ticking down. Everyone on the stage starts shoving the food in their mouth, chewing as fast as they could while an arm nudges you. Looking over, you see a girl around your age staring back.
“Are those two twins?” She asks as you chuckle, situating the bears on your lap as best you can. Despite Tak and Rick both winning all of the carnival games there and henceforth winning you all of the animals, you only kept the two bears, passing the rest down to the children who pouted for losing against two highly trained soldiers.
“Something like that,” you mention with a fake smile, not really wanting to entertain the woman.
“Which one are you dating? The one on the left is so hot. If you’re not dating him, I’d fuck him for sure,” her comments about Tak have your fists curling around the soft fur of the stuffed animals.
“They’re both taken,” you sneer at her as she recoils, both of you turning your attention back to the stage and you can’t help but feel a tad bit of guilt for snapping. I mean, she is right.
“Ha! I won!” Rick shouts victoriously, standing up from his chair with his arms raised toward the sky as Tak slams the last remaining bit of hot dog onto the plate and points a finger at Rick.
“Fuck you man,” he shouts with his mouth full as the announcer walks over to Rick.
“And there you have it folks. Our winner.” Rick puffs his chest out as the announcer hands him a small trophy and a handshake before leaving Tak and Rick.
“How the fuck do you eat that fast?”
“Military. Didn’t have a lot of time to-” Rick is cut off by the sudden urge to vomit. Leaning over the edge, the contents spill out of his stomach and onto the pavement as Tak smirks.
“You were sa-,” Tak is quick to follow suit, half chewed hotdogs spilling out of his mouth. As the two men continue to throw their stomachs up, the lady turns to you with a look of disgust on her face.
“You can have them.” Embarrassment floods to your face as you look down to the ground. I just wanted one fucking date, and they had to be assholes and ruin it. Grabbing a hold of Tak’s backpack, you take Rick’s car keys and start making your way to his truck, not bothering to grab the two bears. They’re big boys. They can find a way home.
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“Where the hell is she?” Rick asks impatiently, looking around the rest of the crowd as Tak’s eyes catch a hold of the two bears. Tapping Rick on the shoulder, he points to where you were sitting moments ago.
“Those are her bears,” Tak comments as he and Rick walk over to your seat. Picking up a piece of paper, Tak turns it over and reads the writing, “‘find a ride home.’ The hell got her in a pissy mood?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll find out,” Rick places his hands on his hips for a moment before grabbing the bears. “Let’s go.”
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Your feet shuffle to the front door at the continuous pounding. Swinging the door open, you allow no emotion to grace your face upon seeing the two large, broad men carrying stuffed teddy bears.
“Why did you leave us?” Rick asks, gently pushing past you and into the living room, setting his bear down on the couch as Tak shuts the door.
“Because you guys were being embarrassing. Honestly I was appalled by both of your behaviors,” you scold as Rick and Tak lock eyes.
“How the fuck were we embarassing?”
“Oh I don’t know,” you start, pinching the bridge of your nose, “how about the fact that you hogged all of the fucking games and tried to out do each other every time. Or how about the fact that you guys weren’t letting kids play those stupid games. Or how about the fact that you guys were shoving hotdogs down your faces and then proceeded to throw up everywhere. I mean honestly. And that’s not even the worst of it!” You shout out in exasperation, arms flailing in the air as Tak and Rick listen to your scolding.
“What’s the worst?” Tak asks, leaning against the counter while Rick places his hands on his hips.
“The worst is that it was supposed to be a fun evening. The three of us. But no, with your fucking dick measuring contest, you guys completely left me out and ignored me. FYI they’re the fucking same.”
“Oh really?” Rick asks, prowling toward you and convincing Takeshi to follow with nothing more than a pointed look.
“Yes. You guys have the same fucking dick. Happy?”
“Wanna test that out?” Tak questions from behind you, one hand slipping underneath your shirt.
“I don’t know if we should, Kovacs. She’s being a little brat. Brats don’t get awarded,” Rick muses, arousal beginning to pool in your stomach, though not enough to make you forget about your justifiable anger.
“Screw you guys. Leave me alone.” There’s less fire behind your words than you’d like, but it’s there none-the-less.
“Alright. Alright You’ve got a point, darling. We got a bit too competitive and wound up neglecting you. We’re sorry. Aren’t we, Tak?” Rick acknowledges, remorse clear in his tone.
“We really are, princess. We’ll try not to let our competing hurt you in the future. Promise.”
A guilt starts to build in your gut in response to their apologies. Staring down at the ground to avoid their eyes you whisper, “I’m sorry I left you there instead of just telling you what was wrong.”
“We know, sweetheart. Now will you be a good girl for us and let us make it up to you?”
“What if I don’t want to?” A teasing lilt returns to your voice.
“Then we’ll make you,” Tak growls from behind, easily picking you up and following Rick to your bedroom. Tossing you down on the bed, Rick and Tak stand at the edge and look you over, smirking at each other while formulating a plan.
“How are we going to do this?” Rick asks as Tak tilts his head to the side, ripping off his button down.
“We could take turns. I can take her from the back and you from the front, then swap,” Tak suggests while Rick toes off his shoes.
“Do you even think she can take both of us?” Tak chuckles as both men notice you rub your legs together.
“Yeah, she can. We’ll have to stretch her though.” Rick nods at the other man, disposing of the rest of his clothes and crawls into bed behind you, his lips attaching to your neck as his hands move to the hem of your shirt. Meanwhile, Tak crawls in front of you and unbuttons your pants, shimmying them down your legs while placing an open mouth kiss on your clothed cunt causing you to moan. The men have seemed mostly incapable of working together up to this point, but when it comes to getting you bare in front of them, they move in harmony.
“Darlin’, if anything doesn’t feel good, let us know. Okay?” Rick’s breath fans across your ear and neck as he speaks, causing goosebumps to rise there.
“Okay,” your breath is shaky and Tak smirks, looping his hands underneath the waistband of your panties while Rick expertly unclasps your bra.
“Is this okay?” Tak asks suddenly, ignoring his own arousal as he stills his movement, waiting for your permission.
“Yeah, please, please keep going,” Rick smirks against your neck, his own hands grasping onto your breasts and kneading the flesh underneath his palm. “God, that feels good, Rick.” Tak slightly frowns before dipping his head between your legs and licking a strip between your folds. “Fuck, Tak.” You moan out, feeling Tak grin against your folds, his arms wrapping around your legs to hold you against his face while his blunt fingernails dig into the supple flesh of your thigh, no doubt leaving marks in his wake.
Seeing the Envoy enjoying himself, Rick can’t help but get a little jealous. He supposes he’s going to have to get used to it, but something about seeing his look alike down between your thighs where he should be irks him more than he cares to admit.
Seeming to feel Rick’s silent musings, one of your hands reaches around and grabs hold of his member and begins to stroke it lightly causing Rick to groan, not really expecting that. “Just relax, Ricky.” Rick hesitantly nods, closing his eyes and letting his lips wrap around the bud of your nipple while one of his hands tweaks the other. Focusing on the way your chest raises into his mouth and the way your hand mindlessly pumps him, he groans around your areola, causing you to gasp against the shell of his ear.
Meanwhile, Tak watches the whole interaction, his observant eyes falling to the way Rick’s tongue languidly laps at your nipple. Deciding to give Rick’s method a try, Tak shuts his eyes and just lets himself feel. He feels the way your velvety walls lightly spasm on his tongue. He feels the way your tuft of hair tingles his nose. He feels the warmth of your inner thighs that rest against his ears. Lightly moaning against your sex, Tak feels the way you squeeze your thighs against his head. “Oh fuck, Tak, just like that.” Upon the confirmation, Tak’s tongue tightens its strokes, hitting that small spot over and over again. “Shit,” you pant above him, your face breaking away from Rick’s neck where you left a big welt and staring down at the Envoy between your legs.
With one hand still pumping Rick, you interlock your other hand in Tak’s soft hair, holding him down against you as you rut up into him, Tak not minding one bit. “Shit, I’m close.”
Rick’s eyes snap open at your proclamation. Looking down, he watches with a strange erotica the way your hips rock against Tak’s face, desperately trying to bring about your orgasm. Shifting back, Rick’s hand moves the hair away from your neck as he peppers wet, open mouthed kisses along your jaw. “Tak makin’ you feel good, darlin’?” His breath is hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as he gently tugs the cartilage between his teeth.
“Uh huh, so good,” you mumble, throwing your head back against Rick’s shoulder, giving him better access to your neck.
“Why don’t you do him a favor and cum on his tongue. Cum on his tongue so he can eat up all of your sweet juices. Be a good girl for Colonel and cum on his tongue,” Rick lightly tweaks your nipple and that’s all it takes for you to topple over the edge and onto Tak’s tongue, who greedily laps you up, holding you tight to his face and not allowing you to resist his assault on your clit.
Coaxing you through your orgasm, Tak’s thumbs mindlessly rub into your thighs as your breathing begins to calm down. Once he’s positive you’re down from your high, he sits back on his knees and looks down at your swollen cunt. “That is truly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
Rick peers his head around yours and looks down between your legs, all puffy and glistening from Tak’s tongue, his arousal painfully hard now, and so is Tak’s. “Shit, that is.” He presses a chaste kiss to your temple before scooting out from behind you, allowing you to lay back on the bed. “Wonder how that’s gonna feel around us.”
Tak gives Rick a crooked grin. “Why don’t we find out?” You gulp thickly, still trying to recover from your orgasm as your legs clench together, your walls pulsating around nothing as you try to picture both of them taking you.
Seeming to read your mind, Tak gently takes your jaw in his hand and rubs his thumb along the sharp line. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll make it as painless as possible.”
“It’s not the pain I’m worrying about,” you admit as Rick grabs ahold of his member and strokes himself a couple of times as he repositions himself behind you.
“Did you hear that Kovacs? I think she wants this. Do you want us, darlin’?” Your head cranes back and out of Tak’s grasp as you face Rick.
“More than anything,” Tak snorts as his fingers tap underneath your chin, silently telling you to open. You comply easily, drool already pooling in your mouth at the sight of his leaking cock.
“Alright princess, we won’t hold back.” Rick slips in you easily with a low grunt as you clench around him, your hand reaching up and grabbing ahold of Tak’s cock.
“I wouldn’t expect otherwise.”
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Requested by anon: I really love like REALLY LOVE when people call me Baby girl 🥰 Do you think Joel's characters would do that for me? 🥰🥰🥰
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Warnings: GENERAL SMUT 18+, suggestive dialogue, language
Colonel Rick Flag:
Rick only ever calls you baby girl under one condition: when he's teasing you.
When he's teasing you:
It's only when he's feeling dominant. For example, when he comes back from a rough mission, he'll pull you aside and (lightly) push you to your knees and take out his cock, demanding that his "baby girl needs to suck of her colonel." Truly, it's a power trip for him.
He also likes calling you baby girl when he's between your legs, praising you and kissing along your inner thighs before finally taking you into his mouth, groaning and moaning around you telling you how much of a good girl you are before commanding you to cum on his tongue.
You don't mind it of course, because when he calls you either "darlin'", "sweetheart" or "baby girl" you loose your mind.
Takeshi Kovacs:
All he does is call you nicknames. In fact, the only time you've heard Takeshi say your name is when you and him are in danger and he needs to get your attention immediately.
Of course, the moment you're out of danger he's back to calling you "princess". The first time he calls you "baby girl" its shocks you, never hearing him call you that before, but damn it turns you on.
It slips out after a long day where all Takeshi wants to do is to just take control of you, so by calling you baby girl, it definitely has you opening your legs, allowing him to have his way with you.
Stephen Holder:
Nicknames are his game, so you're no stranger to the "ay mamacita," or "hey girl" but the first time he calls you "baby girl" you have to halt in your tracks.
Upon seeing your reaction, Holder is quick to put two and two together, and he won't stop teasing you about it.
BUT when you're in bed, it's the exact opposite. You're calling him baby boy as more often than not you're always in control.
Admiral Ed Baldwin:
Out of all of the above, Ed calls you 'baby girl' the most, simply because he is a fucking DADDY.
He is always calling you 'baby girl' no matter where you go. If you go grocery shopping he'll say something like "pass me that bottle, won't you baby girl?" Or if you're just lounging around the house while he's doing yard work he'll be like "why don't you be a good baby girl and grab me a glass of water."
Now when it comes to the bedroom... he's still calling you 'baby girl' but this time it will be in more of a demanding tone like "get on your knees for daddy, baby girl" or "how does my baby girl like that?"
He is such a daddy and he has such a daddy kink, no you can not convince me otherwise.
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Requested by @a-reader-and-a-writer : Can I request “The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve every experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you” with Rick Flag.
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Warnings: language
Rick runs through the streets as fast as his legs can take him. He has to get to you. He has to tell you everything he’s been wanting to tell before it’s too late. The pouring rain makes it hard to see what’s in front of him, but Rick knows the way to your place like the back of his hand. His lungs burn in protest as he greedily sucks in the bitter air with only one thought on his mind. I have to get to her.
Rounding the corner, he skids to a halt when he sees you in the dining room window, accompanied by your boyfriend, candles and flowers setting the mood and Rick hopes that he’s not too late.
Pushing himself, he reaches your door and rapidly knocks, barely hearing the mumbling of your voice over the pounding of blood in his ears. He takes in the sight of you as you open the door. A soft glow from the candles illuminates your skin as your makeup accentuates your natural beauty. Your dress clinging to your body that leaves much to the imagination and Rick can’t help but to feel like you’re an angel.
“Rick, what are you doing here?” Rick holds up one finger as he catches his breath. Once he does, he looks back up to you.
“I had to tell you before it was too late. I know I fucked up, darlin’. I took you for granted and I know I cheated on you and I will always regret that. But please, don’t continue to date him, because you belong to me, and I belong to you. Give me a second chance,” he rambles in exasperation as you eye your boyfriend from the side, him urging you to see how it’ll play out.
“Rick. I don’t wanna be with someone I can’t trust. Someone who doesn’t love me for me,” you reply as Rick hangs his head, stepping in the door way and out of the rain.
“I know, sweetheart. I want to make it up to you. I will make it up to you, because the closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you, and I can’t live without you, (Y/N). So please, take me back,” you feel your heart leaping out of your chest as his declaration, and if it isn’t for your boyfriend being in the same room as the two of you, you don’t know what you would say. Only you do know what you would say, you would leap right into his arms and makeup for lost time. But, life doesn’t play out that way.
“Rick, I’m so sorry. I can’t. Arthur and I are getting married,” Rick’s face falls as his eyes drop to the big diamond sitting on your ring finger. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” Rick sniffs his emotions back up, going rigid.
“Alright, I understand,” he backs out of the doorway, looking straight, “I guess I’ll see you at work.” He remains monotonous, years of training aiding him in the moment and you want to reach out to him, to hold him, to love him, but you know you can’t. Instead, you nod, slowly shutting the door.
“I’ll see you at work.”
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Some recs for our boys getting blowjobs, please? (Unless you feel unconfortable about that of course)
Blowjobs huh????? You got it ;)
Uhhhhhh NSFW OBVIOUSLY, 18+
BLOW JOB HC
Colonel Rick Flag BJ HC:
- it's his favorite. He loves going to town on you but damn does he love when you lock the door to his office and sink to your knees and suck him off
- he loves finishing on your face. Yes, he loves when you swallow his load, but he also really loves when his spend paints your face
- he also loves when he's laying down in bed and you just lazily suck him, dragging your nails on his skin, twirling his happy trail on your finger
- when he's tired, he more noisy. He'll be panting and whining, begging you for a release
- he loves straddling your chest as he thrusts into your mouth, you love watching him work himself above you
- he also likes it when his hands are knotted in your hair, not necessarily guiding your head but keeping it firmly in place
- when he does cum, he has a brief look on his face of euphoria, where his eyes are shut and his mouth is gapped open, but it's quick, so once you notice that he's close, your eyes are always on his face
Takeshi Kovacs BJ HC:
- this fucker fucks your face (with your permission of course), he will have his hands in your hair and press you against his pelvis as his thrusts into your mouth and he doesn't stop unless you tell him to
- he's not necessarily noisy, but he is huge into praise. He will tell you how good you're doing, how good you feel, how you're such a good girl for "sucking daddy's cock like that"
- but he is also into degrading. It's a flip. Sometimes when he comes back to the Raven after a particular draining day, he will force you to your knees and will whip out his cock, demanding that you suck it. Some of his favorite degrades to use are "you're such a fucking slut sinking to your knees like that" or "such a dirty little whore making a mess on my cock"
- he does not pull out of your mouth until you swallow ALL of his load. If a little dribbles out, he will wipe it off with his thumb before demanding that you suck that as well
- of course with how rough he can be, he is a big believer in after care. If he was particularly rough, he will massage your jaw and pepper kisses against your skin
- he definitely prefers to give head but he will never object to receiving
Stephen Holder BJ HC:
- he's noisy. Plain as day. You sometimes have to shove an object into his mouth to keep him quiet
- he also is a tease, he will flirt and flirt with you, making suggestive comments but we both know that our baby boy is all bark and no bite. The first time you gave him a blow job, he only lasted two minutes until he came in your mouth
- he has lots and lots of videos of you sucking him off on his computer for those late nights when he's in the office and needs a relief
- his favorite though is when you and him are just watching tv and you will rub him mindlessly before pulling off his pants and sucking him
- he is a mover, he will jump or fidget if you do something out of the ordinary, like dragging your teeth (lightly) against the underside of his cock will have him jumping out of his seat
- he also gets sensitive easily, so after he cums, you have to be extremely gentle with him
- he loses his mind when you swallow his load, because most girls he's been with (like 4) had always spit ('spitters are quitters') him spend out, so the first time you swallowed him, he almost came again
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed these quick little HC!
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