I’d love a part two to your hit me hard and soft fanfic. Maybe Y/N continues to avoid them as a romantic relationship but begins to accept a platonic one liking eating with Dick or hanging out with Jason at school, etc… but the Batfam gets impatient and talks about why they are afraid (and maybe hunt down the ex which could gain their trust?)
Hit me Hard and Soft: Whispers in the Shadows
Synopsis: The relationship between the batfam gets broken after mistakes lead to accusations, and accusations lead to contingency plans.
Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader
Tw: Poly!Yandere; All characters aged up; Possible betrayal; Bad father Bruce, but is he actually the asshole here?; Arguments; Mentions of killing and torture; Possibly ooc batboys: English is my 2nd language.
Word count: 2k
Requested? Yes.
Extra notes: Not much action between Reader and the batboys here, but definitely something. Read the end to answer my question👀
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— You can't be serious.
The tension was at its highest point. Only a few times priorly did the conflict between all of them get this bad, and as always, they feared things couldn't go back to the way they were.
— I am being serious. That's how things work. — Bruce stated darkly and Dick narrowed his eyes. — We tried it the nice way, I trusted you to behave, but you couldn't do that. — Bruce raised his gloved hand and pointed at Damian. — First, Damian can't control himself. He spent a decade acting right. Justice, not vengeance. But now, he's using (Y/N) as an excuse to defile orders and act as an assassin again! — Damian hissed and clenched his fists, taking a step forward.
— If you really cared for them, you would understand, father! But as always, you put your so-called mission above everything, even us! Even them! — Bruce clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes in his direction, then turned to Jason.
— And you! How many chances do I have to give you? Both of you! You don't change. You will never change. And until you do that, you will never deserve (Y/N)’s or mine trust. Or their love. — Jason's heart broke in two, but he didn't react on the outside. Just kept his hard, Red Hood’s exterior. As he always did every time he and Bruce had a falling out.
— Bruce… — Dick muttered, a mix of a warning to remind him of not going too far, and betrayal by what he was witnessing. Bruce didn't look phased. And the fact he was still wearing Batman's suit, minus the cowl, just made this whole situation more genuine. He was neither Bruce Wayne, the persona, nor Batman, the vigilant. He was just Bruce. Their boss and their father.
— You hunted down that man, tortured and killed him! And you… — He took his gaze away from Jason and glared at Damian again. — Knew about it, and didn't notify us!
— I did know about it. Todd, you should have told us before. I also wanted that scum’s blood in my hands-
— ENOUGH! THE BOTH OF YOU WILL STAY AWAY FROM (Y/N). FOREVER.
Tim raised an eyebrow.
— Sound’s convenient. — All head’s snapped in his direction.
— What do you mean, Tim? — Dick asked. All muscles on his body tense. Tim gazed at him for a moment, then at Damian and Jason, then at Bruce again, staring directly into his eyes. — I just think it's very convenient that Bruce's getting rid of two of them. While your reason checks with past conflicts we had, with your morals and mission. It's also good for you that you wouldn't have to share (Y/N)’s attention with so many people in the future. Right, Bruce?
Silence took hold of the room.
— What are you implying? — Bruce stomped forward until he was face to face with Tim, their nose’s almost touching, daring him to say more. Tim didn't back down.
— Yeah, Tim, what're you implying? — Jason raised an eyebrow behind his helmet and took a step forward. The others copied that action.
— I’ve been watching you, Bruce. Just like you've been watching us. I know you’ve been upgrading contingency plans, more specifically, our contingency plans. I think he's been trying to keep us busy. To rile us up to commit mistakes. While he hogs all of (Y/N)’s attention. He said Damian could be trusted again if he proved himself, that was a year ago, and he still didn't give Damian permission. I bet he knew Damian would get restless and get more violent with criminals. Until he had an excuse to kick him out. And Jason, he let you spend time with (Y/N) at university. But as soon as (Y/N) started calling you their best friend, hanging out with you outside of classes and even confiding in you about their trauma, proving that our plan to make them trust us was finally working, suddenly (Y/N)’s ex receives an offer to transfer to GCPD, while everyone here has a… Weakness, when it comes to losing people we love and avenging their suffering, it's a known fact some are more… Trigger-happy than others.
Dick shook his head.
— Tim, that's something serious you're accusing him of.
— Let him continue. — Bruce growled darkly.
— I don't have anything to accuse you of, Bruce. I just don't trust you. — He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
— So you're ready to brush off what they did? — Bruce accused and Dick started to feel even more restless seeing that the distance between them didn't change, feeling the urge to get in the middle and defend his little brother.
— I didn't say anything. But I wouldn't be surprised if me or Dick were next. — That made Dick snap.
No, he can't.
He can’t keep me away from them.
After everything I did.
We're just so close now.
Just earlier today we were having lunch together.
He can't.
He can't do this to me.
Is that how Jay and Dami felt? Is that why they snapped and started killing people? Is that why Jason killed that guy? Just for the idea of losing them forever?
Is that why, even with how heartbreaking and horrible it sounds, any possibility of someone trying to take them away from them made Tim voice out his paranoia? Thoughts Dick had when everything was quiet, when he just brushed it off as intrusive thoughts?
It isn't… Logical… But it also is…
The only thing stopping him from believing Tim wholeheartedly is the lifelong trust he had on Bruce. But those are just feelings. And they all feel. Intensely. For you.
And as much as they tried to make it peaceful, everyone having a piece of you and being happy. They were having problems, and a traitor was always a possibility.
Either way, he couldn't take that chance.
That night, Wayne Manor slept almost completely empty. All of the sons were gone. And you would know it too.
It's been a week. They've been meeting at the apartment just beside yours. It was empty, until Damian bought it, and started living there after cutting ties with his father. He wasn't happy that the others were also using it as their nest, a place to meet and talk about strategies. And keep an eye on you.
Damian was slowly steering his tea, mind elsewhere, not really paying mind to the conversation. While it was important, his stomach was full of butterflies and his heart pounded hard every time he thought about earlier, something he couldn't stop doing. After a whole year of being almost completely away from you, finally spending time with you was like a dream. That just made his resentment towards his father grow worse, even if he didn't do that on purpose, it still felt like injustice.
He knew since he was born, his way of doing things was always better.
He just told you he didn't know that part of the town much, and you, sweet you, already acquainted with his brothers, invited him to show him around. A bad taste came to his mouth whenever he thought he was the least close to you, even if he knew everything there was to know about his beloved. He got left behind. He let himself be left behind.
Because he was weak. Because he was submissive. Because he trusted his father.
His mother did send him to his progenitor's home saying that he needed to learn from him.
— We could use the League.
All heads snapped to him.
— Huh?
— We are talking about contingency plans for our father. We could have the League of Assassins on our side. Infinite resources against one single man. (Y/N) would live in luxury. And they did tell us… — His heart warmed at the sensation of finally feeling included in your life. — … Multiple times that they despised the cold weather Gotham always seems to have. Eth Alth'eban is always hot.
— We are not joining those fuckers, and you shut down that idea before I start believing what that old man said about you and kick your ass into your grave, demon brat. — Damian kept stoic after Jason's response.
— We could use the League for something good for once. I could. As the Head of the Demon. — He retorted with confidence.
Dick shook his head in disbelief.
— Dami, I think that's too much. It would only prove what Bruce was trying to say. — Damian leaned forward, as if getting closer would make his point come across as more genuine.
— I could do it! Not as a dictator like my grandfather! But as something actually good! Not just for us, but for everyone! The whole world!
— Does that megalomaniac plan of yours have an actual strategy? — Damian rolled his eyes.
— Of course it has. Kill anyone who gets in the way of my rightful place at birth. — Damian tilted his head at Tim, who looked at him in disbelief.
— Even Ras? — Damian frowned. What a dumb question. Damian would do anything for you.
— Especially Ras. — A fist hit the table and the oldest got up with a scowl in his face.
— No one. Is going to kill. Anyone. And we are not going to use the League. — Damian got up too.
— What is stopping you? This is for (Y/N)! It is not just some fucking petty act to annoy father. He acted behind our backs and he will take my beloved from me! From us!
— We don't know that yet! — Even with Dick's exclamation, it was clear not even him was totally sure about Bruce's intentions.
— … Failing to prepare is preparing to fail. — Tim muttered. They all observed he had a distant look on his face, it was the look he had when he was planning something. After a few seconds, he looked up again and got up, facing Damian. — I'm with you. It’ll be nice to see Ras look when he realizes he lost to me one last time. And to have whole guardianship of my spleen he keeps on his bedside table again.
— What? — The other three sputtered.
— I won't kill anyone. But I will help you and be an ally. Even if that means losing the Titans and leaving behind everything I build here. All for (Y/N). — Tim spoke. Jason got up.
— Tim, you can't be serious too. — He received a glare in return.
— I am. You're invited to join us. Or to become our enemy.
Damian was staring at Tim, the brother he always had a strange relationship with, full of fights and sarcasm, but they always knew they could count on each other in the end. Because they were family.
Of course, it would be nicer to have you all to himself, but he also needed more allies, and brilliant minds like his own. It would also hurt to lose every person he loved while choosing you, even if he would always choose you in the end.
— … What if (Y/N) doesn't trust us after this? — Dick mumbled, trying to see both sides before making a decision.
— We’ll explain to them. About how we got rid of every single individual who wanted to isolate and steal them from us. How we want to care for them. Keep them safe. And how I- We, made the world a better place in the process. — Dick glared at him halfheartedly.
— We have a solid plan here, Dick. We Just have to form our strategies based on what we have. It will work!
Dick sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He started walking around the apartment, contemplating, listening in on your apartment and Tim and Damian in the background, trying to convince Jason.
When even Jason seemed convinced, Dick knew what he had to do.
Everyone turned to him when he came back to the table again, in expectation.
He looked Damian in the eyes and put his hand on his little brother's shoulders. So grown. So different from what he was before meeting you. You brought the worst out of him. Out of all of them. And you didn't even know it. That was the worse part.
But Dick was always known for being a manipulator.
— Congratulations, you're the new Demon's Head.
Extra note: I'm curious to if you guys think Bruce was actually planning something and not just being regular canon Batman putting his morals above family👀
cw: poly (Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader), jealousy from Ingo due to amnesia, post PLA Ingo, longer fic, a bit angsty with fluff
summary: Ingo's not sure how to fit back into his life in Unova after returning, many roadblocks lie in front of him. You and Emmet struggle with how Ingo is now.
pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader
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Ingo did not think he was a jealous man.
It made no logical sense when he considered how he acted during his period in Hisui, but he was unsure of anything that came before that. Yet, that time spent with you was different from the circumstance he found himself in currently. There, it was just the two of you, closely bonded by your similar situation. The man had known from you that you both previously shared a relationship, and it was your intention to continue it if he was okay with that. He had been.
Everything seemed fine in Hisui. Ingo felt he had been nothing but a dutiful lover. He spent his spare time with you and even had you come along with him on his duties when he worried he had been lacking. His home in the mountains were shared with you, and often times he found himself eagerly making you dinner. Affection was free flowing between you both. There was little difference from most couples of the time.
Then, why did he catch the person who was supposedly his twin brother kissing you and clinging to you desperately?
He snapped, naturally, tugging you away from him and glaring at the now confused man. You even shot him a strange look. Ingo felt mortified. Perhaps you had simply confused them. Maybe in your past time with him, he had never introduced you to his twin.
“Brother?” Emmet asked confused, “Are you okay? That was verrrry out of character.”
“Emmet,” the name still felt odd for him to say, “You do know it is considered cruel to do such things with someone else's lover, yes?” You grew flustered, while Emmet broke into laughter. Ingo felt even more mocked. It clearly distressed you! His frustration grew. You suddenly pushed yourself away from to walk over to Emmet. The twin's arm went around your shoulder easily.
“Mmm, I could say the same thing to you, Ingoooo,” Emmet held out the last syllable of his name, “You don't remember still? That's verrrrry sad….” Emmet turned to you with a distraught expression. You hugged him back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Ingo felt even more distressed by all of this. But, he was aware that you were okay with it now, no matter how much that disturbed him.
“I do not understand what you're expecting me to recall,” he replied stiffly, standing tall. Emmet's face shifted into a frown. You knew it would be best if you were the one to explain and not him.
“I was in a relationship with both of you before,” you told the amnesic man, “You and Emmet has both agreed to it, finding it suitable for your lifestyles and something you could do easily.” Emmet nodded and gazed at his twin distantly. It had been difficult for them both. Ingo was unsure as to how he felt about how affectionate the younger twin was, especially when he knew nothing of him personally. Emmet just wanted him to remember.
“That seems… odd,” Ingo recalled some wealthier men in Kantonian culture taking concubines alongside their wives, but that did not seem necessarily comparable to your situation. “How could I agree to such a thing?” he asked with a sigh.
“We have shared everything in our life, brother,” Emmet retaliated his point, “Up to you vanished, we had never been apart for longer than a week.” Ingo felt surprised by the statement. Were they that close? It felt strange to think someone he apparently had such a strong bond with had completely evaded so much of his thoughts. Though, he supposed he did recall Emmet partially, but their identical faces caused him confusion.
“…. That me is someone unknown to me,” he could see the pain growing in his brother's face, “You must understand how strange this seems to me.” You nodded at his words while Emmet fought back tears. Whatever had caused his amnesia was something powerful and hard for doctors to pinpoint. It was obvious that he would like to remember, but simply could not. Even when he finally felt the urge to try to return to work, he was stuck as a Depot Agent again due to everything being flushed from his mind (and his insistence he needed to earn back his position).
Emmet clung to you more and turned away from his brother, no longer able to even face him. It was clear tensions were arising with them. You rubbed his back gently while giving an apologetic look to Ingo. Internally, plans to discuss this with him were made in your head as you led Emmet away from him.
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Ingo would admit it hurt to see Emmet like that, something distant from his conscious awareness stirring awake and forcing shame into his senses. It was strange that his first thought was “I've been a bad older brother” rather than his normal failure to respectful. You could only give him a glance as you led Emmet away from him. He sat down and looked through photo albums that he had apparently made himself. It was full of many pictures of him and his brother in their youth to their adulthood.
The closeness between him and his brother was apparent in the pictures. These lost memories of youth ingrained in images left him oddly sorrowful. Pictures of birthdays spent side by side, often leaning onto each other. Moments of youth where he apparently took to wearing solely black clothing and heavy eyeliner, while his brother clung to something like what he wore now. His heart felt strange staring at these past versions of himself. Emmet had not lied, it was obvious they truly shared nearly everything amongst themselves.
The modern photos showed them at occasions with you, both clearly having some intimate contact. Emmet rarely went without clinging to you, while Ingo sneaked quick pecks and hand-holds when he believed he could. The images felt tender and sweet. One even of both brothers kissing your cheeks, clearly taken by a third party.
These memories that had become inaccessible to him were obviously happy, peaceful ones. His heart felt stormy as he considered more and more of them. So lost was he in these pictures that he failed to hear footsteps approaching him. Emmet pointed to a certain picture of them in matching costumes with a small smile on his lips. “I was verrrry upset that day because a girl called us weird for liking trains so much,” his voice was soft, “You told her off for being mean and reassured me that liking trains was okay. I was hiding behind you because I was hurt.” Ingo felt strange as the phantom feeling of a small hand grasping his arm and soft hiccups echoed in somewhere far away.
“... Doesn't this seem a bit unhealthy to you,” Ingo replied while looking at the pictures, “I can't imagine we did a lot of self-discovery if we based so much of ourselves off each other.” Emmet shook his head.
“We viewed ourselves as two halves of a whole,” he pouted, “We had our own individual tastes, of course! But we just expected to always stick together.” Ingo recalled the strange feelings of emptiness that had swirled with him in Hisui even with you at his side. A certain loneliness that felt strangely instinctual. It was part of the reason he chose to believe you, outside the obvious connection he felt toward you.
“You spent time alone without me,” the older twin tried to approach the topic delicately, “Did you not feel anything in that independence?”
“I hated it,” Emmet sat down beside him, “I was lonely. I lost my lover alongside my brother. How could I like that? All I had was my pokemon and work.” Ingo averted his gaze from him with a sigh. He supposed that would make sense. Would he have been able to cope so well with his memories? Even without them, the threads of their bond still entered his mind. It all felt so complicated for him to consider. Ingo gazed at the book again.
Workers around the station said he was much more muted than he had been before. His voice was loud as ever, but his personality and life seemingly vanished. Older depot agents reminisced about how everyone used to fear being called into an office for a scolding by Ingo, even Emmet himself. It felt further from him. He was not in any position to scold anyone. A lot of people were stunned by how distant they seemed, too. He and Emmet were always full of banter and conversation before everything.
Even with you, people like Elesa commented on how similar yet different he acted. A remark made while filing her nails about how he used to almost be a housewife at times for you made him wonder. Though, many commented about his unexpected boldness. He easily found himself clinging onto you in public or openly commenting on misbehaviour with little thought. Before, that simply was not something that he would have done.
“You must still feel like you don't have your brother, huh?” Ingo said with a heavy feeling of melancholy. The Ingo in the pictures simply felt like they were not him. Emmet wrapped his arm around Ingo's shoulder and gave him a distant smile.
“Sometimes,” he admitted, “This is verrry difficult for me. I know you are him, but you do not treat me as he did all the time… Our partner feels the same, too, but they still love you. I do, too.” Ingo gave him a small smile. Your feelings were not something he had been unaware of. Even in Hisui, comments would come from you about how different he was at times. He returned the embrace Emmet had given him.
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You sat nervously across from Ingo at the table, wondering just how to explain the fact that he and Emmet easily fell into an agreement about sharing you. It probably would not be fun for him to learn that your relationship was first with Emmet, but he encouraged you to date Ingo, too, when learning about your feelings from his brother. The situation had been odd at first. Emmet had explained, however, that he worried Ingo would never find a partner on his own and that he did not mind. Ingo had agreed with a certain nervousness at first, but quickly fell into normalcy.
The twins agreed to allow the other certain days with you for dates or times in which they both would like to go out with you. Emmet even scrawled about whose bed you were sleeping in, wanting to claim every night, to Ingo's annoyance. It was a fun and oddly easy relationship since the two were so used to working with one another. Though, Emmet did like to mock gag if he caught you being too mushy with his brother, while Ingo would demand you take any proclivities to the bedroom should he catch you both anywhere but there.
“… I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner,” you looked at your drink deeply, focussing on the ripples in of the fluid, “I thought, well, you would get your memories back as soon as we got back…” Ingo nodded. He took a sip of the coffee, something had found himself quickly fond of after returning to Unova.
“I suppose it would have been something nearly impossible to explain,” he agreed, “I know you tried to tell me as little as possible about here as to not worry me, too.” You averted your eyes again. When you finally grew worried that you might never be able to bring Ingo and yourself back to the present, you told him all about everything you could remember. His shock about it was minute, more of a distant sorrow. Nothing about it was something that he could recall, after all. Still, learning about the life you were forced from and how many people cared for you was not fun.
“… I love Emmet, a lot,” you sighed, “He was who I dated first out of you both…” Ingo would not deny the stinging your words brought to his heart, but simply buried it with another drink of his coffee. “I love you, too, though,” you continued, “I love you both! Argh, this used to be so easy.” You felt frustrated. There was nothing you could do.
“… I accepted it already,” Ingo reached a soft hand for yours, thumb rubbing gently against your knuckle, “Emmet and I spoke about this. We are all struggling with this situation…” You moved to lean on to him, burying your face into his nape. A scar was hidden just under his collar. “You looked so happy in those pictures,” he suddenly spoke, “Was I better a man then?”
“… You weren't that different,” you laughed lightly, “Softer, I'd say. Hisui toughened you up.” Your point was accentuated by you grabbing his arm to feel his muscles that had built up. Ingo could almost give a laugh from that.
“I want to remember, dearest,” Ingo admitted with ease, “… I wonder if Chandelure's hypnosis could do anything?”
“… If a Hypno couldn't, I doubt she could, but she'd definitely be willing to try,” you replied. He sighed and rubbed his cheek against your hair. His hand's warmth became a main focus for you as you pondered what to do. Uxie likely took his memories. It was unknown if there was anything in this world that could restore, excluding Arceus. Would the Alpha Pokemon be willing to lend you its power again? The Azure Flute was still in your possession.
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To say leaving to Sinnoh was easy would be a lie. Emmet absolutely despised the idea and demanded you stay, terrified you would simply vanish from him again. Even Ingo was unsure about this. Though, you felt certain he was imagining Sinnoh as Hisui once was. You demanded your leave for important reasons, and Emmet relented after Elesa told him it might be a good idea for you all to go on vacation. She had always been a wonderful mediator, and never had you been so thankful for her as you were now.
The next issue was telling Emmet you were climbing a mountain to ask a god for some help with his brother's memory issues. You had managed to distract him, and Ingo for that matter, with the tram in the Great Swamp, but not long enough to climb Mt. Coronet. Your next plan was to have them come with you on the journey. That went well, truthfully. Ingo's knowledge of the highlands still remained fresh, so he easily guided you with only minor issue. Emmet and him fell into conversation about the pokemon of the region. Ingo's face fell when he learnt the Hisuian variant of Sneasel had gone extinct.
You could only let out a relieved breath when you three emerged at Spear Pillar. Emmet stood astounded by the height, while Ingo became on edge. He had to be reminded that Volo was long gone, so there was no concern for him interrupting you three with a surprise attack. You returned to your familiar spot to play the flute and watched as the impossible staircase became visible to you once more.
The twins shouted in confusion as you suddenly ascended them, leaving them behind.
The deity stared at you as you approached, taking to stand on a platform in the sky rather than take you to its dimension. Falling to your knees, you pleaded for Arceus to return Ingo's memories to him. It stood stiffly, observing with unblinking eyes. The judgement felt more intense than your first encounter, likely because you were aware of how pitiful you must have sounded requesting such a small thing from it.
A cry came from it, and you blinked. A light flashed unexpectedly.
Before you knew it, you were sitting on the concrete of Spear Pillar. Emmet bawling behind you into his brother's chest. Your attention went to them as they were in a conversation.
“You remember when you got mad at me for taking your Thomas plush?” Emmet hiccuped while grasping his brother's coat.
“Yes, Emmet, and I still have not forgiven you,” Ingo replied with a certain tone that he had not used in forever, “Just as I haven't forgiven you taking my cake I had been saving at the station to avoid that exact scenario.” Emmet burst into laughter before turning to you.
“H-he remembered!” the twin called out to you, running over to lift you up and spin you around, “Ingo suddenly fell over when you went up that strange staircase!” Your eyes blurred as tears welled in your eyes. A smile was on Ingo's lips as he walked over to you both. His arms came around you two as he sighed.
“... Thank you, my love,” he spoke after Emmet and him had pulled away from you, “I know that was your doing.” You gave a light laugh and leaned into Emmet, who just titled his head at his brother's words.
“Darling!!! You figured out how to get Ingo back his memories?” he gasped, “Oh, thank you!” You were once more squeezed into a tight hug as he peppered kisses on your face.
“... He's still toughened up from Hisui,” you sighed, “I suppose I'll just have to continue to love my buff Depot Agent husband.” Ingo was struck by his words.
“... Emmet, give me back my position.”
“Mmm, earn it!”
“Dearest, I think you should just stay with me, actually.”
I loved that poly brumis ask ooo id love for Bruno to take my virginity & make me feel so many good sensations , id be grabbing all over him and moaning loud
Brunos like “mista I hope you’re paying close attention”
Mista: “ 👁👁”
In reference to this ask~
Bruno gets off on sooooooo many parts of that situation. He loves being watched by Mista and he adores being the experienced one out of all of you. He likes showing Mista how it’s done and making you feel new things that you’ve never felt before. The louder you moan and the more Mista gets aroused, the better it is for him.
i'm so in love with how u write these silly muppet twins tbh... can i request some general polyamory hcs? :0 both sfw and nsfw if ur okay with it! i need to kiss both of these men IMMEDIATELY
▲Ingo & Emmet▽
SFW:
● The twins are wonderful at sharing you between each other; their entire lives have been spent sharing things among themselves. Though, that is not to say there are not disagreements. Occasionally Emmet wants an evening alone with you when Ingo asked you out to dinner. They'll bicker over your time and just before you're about to step in, they settle it. (Next week you're presented a schedule dividing your time between the two. With baby doll eyes, you ask about when you want to spend time with them both simultaneously. A new schedule is made a day later.)
○ There is a weird competitiveness between the Subway Bosses. Ingo will press a kiss onto your lips and murmurs something loving into your mouth, then Emmet brings you in for a squeeze, kisses your lips and promises that he'll always be there for you. Ingo attempts to kiss you again, and you sigh at their antics.
● They are at their best when they choose to work with one another. You could live between them when they decide to both cuddle with you. Ingo buries his face into your neck while his arms circle your chest; Emmet presses tender kisses against your hair while you sit in his lap. Whatever show plays on the television is long forgotten in a pile of saccharine affectionate.
○ Their workaholic natures are heavily dampened, as overtime means less time with you. Going back to the schedule, overtime is carefully planned for the day dedicated to the other twin. The depot agents think they have gone mad when hearing about it. If it's a day for both of them and one tries to stay behind, the other will drag them home.
Ingo scribbled out words against the paper. His brain was near mush after over twelve hours of work, but these documents needed to be ready yesterday. An alarm suddenly blared out in the office and Emmet stands up with a neutral smile. “Ah, it's already time, then?” the older asked the younger. Emmet nodded while getting his things together. “Please go on ahead, I have to finish these reports,” Ingo knew you would be disappointed, but his work was extremely important. An innocent smile spread across Emmet's face as he strolled behind his brother. Hands gripped the back of his office chair and Emmet loudly declared, “Departing! We're departing!” Ingo screamed as his twin pushed him through the office hallway.
● Dates with all three of you present are always interesting. A walk in the park with people staring peculiarly at your group; you in the middle of them, holding each of their hands. Dinner in a restaurant with you sitting across from both of them, diners watching you three with confusion. People have stopped their judgement when Emmet sends out a glare (and possibly an electric spider pokemon). The amusement park denying Ingo a ride with you and Emmet was probably the best one. You could hear him arguing with the ride attendant all the way at the top of the Ferris wheel.
○ One time, a rumour ran rampant that you were cheating on one of the brothers with the other. Ingo attempted to explain that you were in a relationship with both of them, and they fine with it, but some reporter twisted his words into how you were cuckolding him with his brother, and he was into it. Emmet showed up to the Gear Station a week later holding a newsie's cap with a smugness written across his face. A formal apology was published that same day.
● You thought the train facts were bad with just one conductor boyfriend, well, imagine TWO conductor boyfriends who both debate facts and finish each other's statements. You learn so much, but at what cost? (You've found yourself getting into their debates and adding in your own points. Both get excited whenever you do.)
○ Once again, please battle them. They will help you find a partner if you prefer not to do a 1v2. (Or begrudgingly, one will battle with you against the other. Usually, Ingo swaps over to you because Emmet is more experienced in double battles.) Win or lose, they just want to have fun with you. They do become your hype builders if you win, however. Emmet gave you a piggyback ride while Ingo cheered as loud as he could (many Pidoves flew away in fear for their lives).
●They also love doing chores with you. You're a team when it comes to taking care of your apartment. Tasks are divided and conquered with speed and precision. Meals are cooked lovingly and skillfully. Ingo enjoys the domesticity of it, while Emmet likes working as a group.
○ They would love to settle down with you. The Subway Bosses have become frequent visitors of an expensive jeweler as they wonder what style of ring would suit you best. It would, of course, have two black and white gems in it (just as theirs would). The jeweler wonders who the lucky partners are, but each can only smile about it.
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● A favourite position of you three is with you riding Ingo while blowing Emmet. Ingo keeps crying out praises and compliments between his groans and moans. Emmet is quieter than his brother but says how much he loved your expression before letting out a whine.
○ If you have a bad day and just want to fuck it away, you'll have these two working you over so many different ways. Ingo will eat you with care and attention, your toes curl until your foot cramps. Emmet works at your chest, tweaking and pinching your nipples before sucking on them with his skillful tongue.
○ Emmet always like to take you from behind while Ingo needs to see your face. Well, Emmet wants to see your face too, but there's something so hot about you being unable to see him and what he's doing. (He is soon to learn he wants to blindfold you.)
● If you want to try double penetration, they are down 100%. They'll have you sandwich between them, with one already deep inside you as the other carefully works his way in. The stretch is always too intense, and you'll never feel like you won't break in two. When the thrusting starts, though, all you do is moan and cry while they both praise you for taking them both so well.
AJ’s brows drew in and she sighed, the frown on her black painted lips gentle. This was just Scott, she knew that much, but... Sometimes, it really was disheartening.
“Ollie is kind of like a second mom to me, he adopted RC sort of and... I mean, I’m kind of... Included there. Ollie and Larry are both pretty... Well. They’re indisposed. Ollie had his baby about two weeks ago, I think, and Larry pretty much just gave birth...”
With a little huff, she placed both of her hands on her hips.
“Do you want to go to Six Flags because you want sex? Is that the deal here?”
