#blue x reader

۪ ׂ ˖ CLASSIC

— He'd just shrug and agree to dance with you.

— He doesn't see why he would say no, and it's been a bit since he last danced, so why not? He has nothing else to do.

— His hands would meet your waist and he'd ask if his placement was alright, and you'd nod before placing your hands on his shoulders so you both could start dancing.

— While his movements are lazy, they're not sloppy. He manages to smoothly dance with you, and when he'd start to get comfortable, he'd probably pull you closer.

— Now, he wouldn't dance a full waltz with you. Your dance is likely going to include slow turns and a spin every now and then, but apart from that, your dance is just going to be relaxed.

— You both wouldn't be dancing in silence, but it wouldn't be music filling the air. It would be his puns.

"How's my dancing? I would say it's pretty on pointe."

— If you do want music, though, he'll probably use his magic to turn on a nearby record player while you both kept dancing.

۪ ׂ ˖ RED

— He wouldn't agree at first, but simply because he's embarrassed about it.

— He's never danced before, for the Underground wasn't really a place where that happened. It was either kill or be killed, and if someone where to get caught dancing, they would likely be viewed as weak and be killed.

— But you both were in a secluded space with it being unlikely someone would show up, so maybe a quick dance wouldn't hurt.

— And, of course, he's only agreeing because he didn't want you to keep looking sad since he denied you the first time, and it definitely wasn't because he kind of wanted to learn how to dance.

— At first, he's awkward. He's tense and occasionally steps on your shoes, and he'd grumble swears every time he does.

— He would try to give up. He would try to pull his hands away, but you would just quickly move your own to cover his, and he'd scoff before continuing the dance with you.

— He might eventually pick up on the dance, and by that he really only steps on your foot less than when you both started, but that's still improvement!

— Red would likely try to dip you to make up for his lack of knowledge when it comes to dancing, but due to how sudden the action was, you're both falling onto the ground.

— With you on top of him, he'd stare at you with a flushed face, and you'd just laugh before placing a kiss to his forehead.

— He'd relax as you kissed him before muttering.

"...'m never doin' that again."

— He says that, but if you were to ask, he'd likely say yes just to make you happy.

۪ ׂ ˖ BLUE

— Immediately agrees.

— His eye lights widen as soon as you finish asking him, and his grin would somehow manage to widen while he quickly nods and grabs your hands.

"LET THE MAGNIFICANT SANS SHOW YOU HOW MAGNIFICANT HIS DANCING IS!"

— If there's a specific dance you're looking to do, you'll have to ask Blue because if you don't, he's probably going to want to salsa with you.

— And he's damn good at it, too.

— Even passionate seems like the wrong word used to describe his dancing, for it's more than that.

— As soon as he pulls you against him, he's moving. His hands are finding the right placement and if he notices you look confused, he'll gently grab your hands and move them to where they need to go while instructing you what to do.

— He'll cheer whenever you're able to dance without his instructions, and he might even pick up the pace if he thinks you're ready.

— You better find an excuse to stop dancing soon or else you'll be dancing all day.

— Blue is energetic, so unless you think you can keep up for hours, you either need to make an excuse or wait until his brother gets home to help.

— If his brother even helps. Stretch might just take a video and then leave to Muffet's.

۪ ׂ ˖ INK

— Of course, he'll dance with you!

— The first thing he does is make a portal to another au with his paintbrush and grab your hand before rushing inside the portal.

— If his vials are alright, he'll be extra about his dance with you. He'll take you to an AU he knows you like, and he'll find a hidden place there so you both can dance without being interrupted.

— He's not picky about dances, so tell him whatever dance you want to do.

— As soon as you tell him, though, he's using his paintbrush to put you both in the appropriate attire for said dance.

— You want to waltz? You're either getting put in a dress or a suit to match the formal dance. You want to two-step? He'll wear some leather boots, why not?

— He will make a radio so he can switch through different stations to change the music to something you wanted.

— But if he hadn't been keeping track of his vials, he likely wouldn't dance.

— Even if he did agree, it would be a very stiff and quiet dance.

۪ ׂ ˖ NIGHTMARE

— More than likely, you'll have to ask him multiple times before he agrees to dance with you.

— Nightmare is a busy skeleton—a busy skeleton with a reputation. He's feared by many and the boss of some, and he wouldn't risk that view of him just to dance with you.

— But if you ask enough, and if it's just you and him in his castle with nothing to do, he'd reluctantly agree while declaring he was only doing it to get you to stop asking.

— With Nightmare, due to him being considered somewhat royalty, he'll waltz with you.

— His castle has a ballroom, and while it is a bit dusty since hardly anyone goes in there, it wasn't the worst place to dance. It became nicer whenever the torches on the wall were lit, and the chandelier that hung above you both reflected the flames.

— There would be an old record player in the corner, and whenever he placed a record on it, classical musical would start to play.

— At first, he wouldn't be into it at all. He would be living up to the statement that he was simply doing this just to silence your constant asking, but as the dance went on, you'd notice how he'd gradually become more relaxed.

— His form wouldn't be as stiff as it was when you both started, and the hands he had on your waist would loosen their grip.

— He would spin you and maybe dip you once if he believed it was appropriate to the moment in the dance.

— Throughout the whole dance, he would just be amused at how happy you seemed—dancing with him out of all people.

— He wouldn't say anything about it. He would just keep dancing with you until the music stopped, and he would gently grab one of your hands with his own.

"You will tell no one about this, understood?"

— But even with that being said, he still pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

۪ ׂ ˖ KILLER

— As soon as you're done speaking, he's looking at you with a smirk while his eye sockets narrow.

"What kind of dance, sweetheart?"

— Whenever you try to leave after hearing him say that, he'll rush over and grab your hand while telling you that he was just messing around before saying that he'll dance with you.

— Now, Killer does not know how to dance, but he thinks he does.

— So, you'll be pulled into the most chaotic dance of your life—if you could even call it a dance.

— You're both really just spinning around while Killer is laughing his ass off.

— He'd likely dip you at the end of the dance and press a kiss to your lips, and he would slowly lift you back to your feet without breaking the kiss.

— You can try to teach him how to properly dance, but that would just result in him either doing stupid moves or saying some dumb flirt that came to mind.

— Your lessons would likely just turn into a flirting session for him.

۪ ׂ ˖ SKULL

— He would be quiet for a second before questioning you.

"...yer sure you wanna do that?"

— The thing with Skull is that due to his size and past, he becomes worried whenever he has to be gentle.

— He fears that he'll accidentally hurt you somehow while you're both dancing, even if it's obvious that nothing would ever happen. It's still a worry, and it forever would be when it came to you.

— If you reassure him that you want to dance, even going as far as turning on some music to show that you were certain, he would warily agree to dance with you.

— Expect Skull to be very stiff. The skeleton is even afraid to breathe with you so close to him, so you'd probably have to grab his hands to put them in the right placement so you both can dance.

— You can try to do certain dances with him, but it's unlikely he'll successfully do them with you.

— Whenever you ask him to spin you or dip you, he'll just look at you with wide eyes because he does not know what to do. Spin? Like, pick you up and spin you? Dip you? None of the words would make any sense to him, so you'd have to show him.

— For now, it would just be best to stick to swaying with Skull.

— It's simple and due to how easy it is, he relaxes a lot quicker since he's not worried about messing up as much as he would be with other moves.

— Give it time and he will be open to learning more dances with you.

۪ ׂ ˖ DUST

"No."

— He is a firm no at first.

— He just does not see the point in dancing. To him, it was stupid. It made others look stupid, and he wasn't about to make a fool out of himself.

— But if you gave him a sad look, he'd sigh before quietly agreeing for a few minutes of dancing with you.

— Don't expect his dancing to be any good. His thoughts are screaming that he's pathetic for doing something like this, and he hasn't danced in years.

— He would be really tense during the whole dance. His hands would slightly tremble and he wouldn't look at you at all.

— Whenever you decide to end the dance, he'd just mumble an apology before teleporting somewhere.

۪ ׂ ˖ CROSS

— You want to dance? With him?

— You'd have to give him a minute to answer because he'd be really flustered, but even when he did give you an answer, it was just a firm nod while he was looking away with his arms crossed.

— He would actually be a good dancer, but he's better at doing a waltz or simple dances rather than the ones with energy.

— Any time he had to move his hand for proper placement, he'd question if you were alright with him holding you there, and he'd get embarrassed when you'd laugh and tell him it was fine.

— He would like it when you got really close and let him wrap his arm around your waist, for it allowed him to just look at you for a bit before eventually pulling back to continue the dance.

— He might stumble a few times, but only because he would get distracted by you while dancing.

— In the middle of the dance, he would stammer out a compliment.

"You...You're a good dancer..."

— If you tell him that he is, too, there would be a flush on his face, but he would start to become more confident with the dance.

— Whenever the dance ends, he would ask if you would be alright with maybe dancing again later.

— He just wants to dance with you again because he enjoyed how close you were.

۪ ׂ ˖ EPIC

— You're not even able to finish asking if he wants to dance, for he's grabbing your hand and spinning you around before dipping you.

— He'd look down at you and wink with a rose between his teeth—where did the rose come from? You'll likely never know.

— Considering how Epic is, he wouldn't dance a slow waltz or whatnot. He's a flirty skeleton with energy, and that would be shown in his dancing.

— You're going to be dipped more times than you can count, and you'll be spun so much that if he were to let go of you, you'd likely stumble onto the ground.

— It's charming, though—how much you can tell he's enjoying the dance.

— He will end any dance you both do with him picking you up, spinning around for a few seconds, and then putting you back down before getting on his knee and pulling out a candy ring.

I like to think one way you can fluster them is by giving them pet names? :]

Everyday is an act of service from them. Breakfast in bed? Of course, they can't have you missing out on the most important meal of the day! Just let them know if you need anything. Anything at all.

They aren't the jealous possessive type, but they're definitely greedy for your attention. If you're not focused on them enough,, ahh, they really do hate compromising work ethics. Most of the time they don't even realize they are. Silently keeping you within their perfect hands 🤲

However, I do like the idea of them not relating themselves to any sort of work when they're with you. You are their rest.

If you're an impostor . . .

They'll lock you up. Straight UP.

Not only are you a danger to their crew, but they're enamored by you??? A completely new biology that they can learn, and no they won't give you to any other medical individuals. You are only under their care. Blue can't trust them to handle you gently.

Yes, they're a doctor, therefore you need them. But it can be argued that they need you more.

"Hold still." You spoke softly as you grabbed the G6, carefully afraid even breathing on it would cause it to snap in half, leaving your boyfriend probably having a seizure on the ground with no warning.

Okay, maybe you were a tad bit stressed about it.

You turned over to your zoned out boyfriend, it almost seemed like the steam from his hot shower was projecting off his body.

You sighed.

"Blue." You spoke softly and he swiftly turned his head to you, his kind eyes filled with love tracing over your face.

He trusted you so much.

You inhaled as you turned his damp body manually to the side, your nails ghost over his already expired CGM, you grabbed his muscular arm tightly in order to keep it steady.

You applied an appropriate amount of force and pulled out the G6, you hard a sharp inhale of air from his clenched teeth.

"You've been doing this for years, Blue." You tease him, as you grabbed the fresh G6.

"Don't hurt any less!" He argued, his charming accent giving his voice a deep, attractive cadence. You cleaned the previously occupied spot with an antiseptic wipe.

You chuckled, sitting on the couch on your knees. You bit down on your lip hard, in concentration waiting for a familiar CLICK. Like the ones you heard your boyfriend or Dixie do.

"S' not that serious sweetheart." He spoke softly, his eyes softly gazing at you.

"Oh, yes it is!" You argued. "You could have a seizure, or slip into coma. If this doesn't go in." You grunted, finally hearing that familiar CLICK giving your body the feeling of immense relief. You hear a wince from Blue, as he probed at the moniter.

"Oh, you big baby!" You teased hitting him with the manual, softly. A soft sprinkle of water hits you with each motion.

"Least I wasn't stressin'." He mumbled.

You chuckled, as you discarded of all the trash.

"You were brave." You smiled, mockingly as you laid a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled against your lips, as he returned the soft kiss.

You wipe off some transfered droplets off your head and continue to clean up.

Classic

* As soon as the pain starts, he notices.

* His eye-lights get sliiiiightly smaller whenever you go for sit down and your knees crackle and pop like glowsticks. When he asks if they hurt, you deny, but still. It sounds painful.

* Still new to this whole ‘humans having skeletons inside them’ thing, but he remembers whenever your joints pop, and the more time passes, the less he’s freaked out.

* At first, he just makes you sit to rest when you’re home, locks you down for cuddles or impromptu movie nights- where you primarily sleep, by the way- but the joints get worse as time goes on, and he’ll start looking more and more into it. If he realizes you re starting to feel pain, he might suggest going to a physiotherapist.

* When he finally sees you’re having trouble walking, he starts looking into pain-relief methods. At one point, he asks Toriel to make you special blends of teas for pain.

* Casually asks you how your knees are doing once a week, but with the teas working, he gradually asks less.

* When he starts working as a scientist on the surface he starts having the same problems, having to be on his feet for longer than he is used to, and tea-time starts turning into bonding time.

Red

* the reason he’s notices is because he comes home earlier than you, working as a mechanic. He listens for your keys, and smiles wider as he hears you come in.

* With time, he actually eavesdrops to get a feeling of how bad your joints are hurting. Sigh means they’re kind of okay, a low hiss means you might need at least two hours of sitting down before actually functioning, and he’s ready for it. Console hooked up, movies prepared, the works.

* The reason he’s not surprised about you actually having bones is because, as soon as he learned humans had skeletons, he started doing the whole “want another one inside you?” joke. Someone stop him. Now.

* Won’t look for remedies within the monster community unless it’s his brother Edge who personally brews up something for you. Has a hard time trusting store-bought medicinals, since the side-effects bother him.

* On one occasion, you went to the bathroom as soon as you came back home and cried. He heard.

* The next morning, your alarm mysteriously went missing, and you slept in. When you woke up, he had answered a call from your boss, painting up this dramatic story of you getting a sprained ankle coming back home.

* He almost got you fired, but you appreciated the gesture and agreed he wouldn’t do it again. Maybe.

Blue

* He’s always on the move, since he’s a police officer, so he knows how hard it can be to have some painful days. With time, he’s grown numb to it, but he soon realizes the adaptability of humans is much, much slower and painful.

* He reads up on stories from older folks and actually gets scared for you.

* Probably the first to actually get you what you need, having Chara always on speed dial and all. Asgore makes the perfect blend of teas for you, as per his request, and even manages to tweak it to your tastes. He might start getting into tea-brewing as well.

* Besides the monster tea helping you, he might start forcing you into doing more exercise. When you tell him you both walk and run enough at your job, he goes “so?”

* Stretch might help you convince him not to make you exercise, but sooner or later he’s going to make you do Yoga.

* Even you don’t know how, but one day you’ll both be stretching and twisting on yoga mats, and you’ll think back to when he let you laze around out of pity and cry.

* “What’s wrong, love? Do your knees hurt?”

* Give him some nasty looks and he might let you skip a lesson or two. Don’t overdo it, or you might desensitize him.

Killer

* Doesn’t take it seriously.

* “Here’s your ‘welcome home’ gift.”

* And it’s a cane. Your favourite wood, nice, decorated rims, and a cleaning kit. “You can’t be serious.”

* You start using it.

* After a couple of weeks, he says you might be an old soul. When you don’t stop using it, he starts taking it seriously. As seriously as he can, anyway.

* He gets you painkillers, makes your cane disappear, and gets you a good pair of shoes. Are they stolen? Probably.

* “I did it for you- because I love you.”, he means it, you know he does, but you remind him he has the money to actually buy them.

* On one particular occasion, he decides he wants to sleep in your room. You don’t deny him, since he rarely decides he wants to sleep together, and you let him in.

* When your alarm rings, you go to get up.

* You can’t.

* His boney, spindly arms are locked in around your torso, and you spend a good half-hour wrestling and laughing until you miss the chance to clock in at work.

* He smiles, satisfied, as he watches you dial your boss’s number. Whether you forgive him or not depends on you.

Dust

* At first, you think he doesn’t care.

* You soon learn he does.

* Painkillers on your nightstand, healing balms, the works.

* One day, you finally see him refill some of the warm band-aids, and decide to confront him.

* “How did you know? Why are you getting me all this?”

* “Papyrus said he noticed you were in pain.” He stays silent for a long time, eye-lights almost completely hidden by his hood. They shift, slowly, until he locks eyes with you. “And you need me”

* From then on, he remains of few words. He sits closer when you can rest on the couch, moves heavier things for you and, for the first time since you met him, he vacuums.

* You’re not ashamed to say you took a few pictures.

* Somewhere close by, Papyrus is celebrating.

Horror

* When your joints start popping, he stares, long and hard. He knew humans had skeletons, since he butchered too many to count, but to hear yours was pleasant, in a way.

* It made you and him alike.

* Your expressions are what alerts him something is wrong.

* “Are you hurt?” The question is slow, quiet, barely audible through the audio coming from the Tv. The screen flickers, and you shrug, sprawled on the couch. “Kind of. Not really.”

* Anyway, he starts picking you up.

* You get home and he’s at the door, ready to carry you around wherever you may need for the next two to three hours. Crooks is happy, seeing his brother moving for a change, and you get to rest your legs enough for them to function again.

* If you don’t want to get picked up, you can tell him. He’ll listen. He’ll hover, but he’ll listen.

* “I’ll carry that for you.” “I can do it.” “You can’t” “I said I can,” “Your knees still hurt.”

* *crack*

* The object is plucked from your hands and you get placed on the couch like you’re made of porcelain. If you try to get up, it’s Crooks who stops you.

* “Please, Human. I Must Ask That You Don’t Ruin This Moment For Me.” He has tears in his eye sockets as Horror takes the laundry basket up the stairs. Crooks hands you monster candy, making a shushing noise. “Alright, alright…”

Nightmare

* The first who notices.

* He feels it in you, the ache that makes that uncomfortable feeling bubble up in your soul.

* Has no issues guessing where the hurt is coming from, and he might try to convince you to quit your job. If he can’t persuade you, he’s certain you’ll change your mind when the pain gets worse.

* Your human stubbornness is what baffles him.

* While you sleep, he tries to massage the pain out of your knees, but with little results.

* If any type of issue arises at work, he’ll try to worm his way into your head to make you hate the place.

* “Why can’t they hire a person to do that? It’s unfair to fill your schedule up with such nonsense, isn’t it?”

* “Hasn’t that issue arisen before? Why haven’t they fixed it?”

* “You really shouldn’t be as tolerant as you are. They’re the ones in the wrong, aren’t they?”

* If you’re with him, you have to be able to draw the line. A simple “I can handle myself,” could do, but it’s gonna be hard to shake him off. He has all the arguments in the world.

* “I love this job.” He remains silent for a second two, three, then speaks, “you do?” “A lot.”

* He caves and gets you monster food that’s suited for injuries and minor traumas. He’s going to be salty about it for a while, so you might need to get onto his good side again.

* Not that it’s hard. I mean, you’re You.

“Have something in mind, my love?”

Blue can only watch as a smirk graces your lips, whispering mischievously into Vio's ears who nods and stands up. A swift tug of the ropes and they come undone, falling to the floor unceremoniously. Blue immediately scrambles up onto his feet, rubbing at his wrists and stepping away from Vio with wary eyes.

“Were they too tight?” You ask, gently taking hold of his hands to look at his wrists. They were red, small indents sketched into his skin from where the rope had been. You lean down and kiss each wrist, making Blue blush furiously.

“It's fine. You don't need to get all worried and shit.”

“See? He's fine.” Vio says, sat at the foot of the bed, his back leaning against one of the posts with one knee crossed over the other. “Now sit your ass on the bed.”

Blue glared over at him, but let you tug him down till he was sat in the middle of the bed, back resting against the headboard; muttering curses all the while. Clambering onto his lap you cup his face with both hands, leaning down and kissing him. Blue hums favorably, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. They slide down, squeezing your ass to guide you into grinding against him. His face buries into your chest, mouth latching onto one of your breasts, biting down softly to pull a drawn out moan as he laps his tongue over the now sore bud apologetically.

Your hands tangle into his hair, pulling on his blonde locks while grinding down on his lap. A firm presence slots itself against your back, warm breath ghosting over your shoulders.

“I don't know about you, but it seems to me like someone likes the extra attention.” Blue mentions, slipping a hand down between you, a finger teasing your slick bundle of nerves. It comes away soaked.

“Mmm, good observation.” Vio whispers in your ear, kissing down the side of your neck to the tops of your shoulders. “Look at yourself,” Vio demands, coaxing you to scoot back. Fingers grab your chin, forcing your head down to look at where a large, wet, sticky stain is left in Blue's lap. “Making such a mess.”

“She should really take care of that.” Blue mumbles into your skin. Another nip, sucking on the delicate skin till a dark smudge is left, marking the territory as his. “Don't ya think book-brain?”

A pleased hum rings out. “For once, I think I agree with you.”

Vio hoists you up away from Blue, enough for the other hero to lift his hip, sliding off his pants and underwear. His now free cock is a deep red, the tip already messy and slick from the precum leaking out. Eyes burn into yours as he gives it a few strokes, finger curling to beg you closer and take over. You reach out, fingers barely touching its firmness when your arm is pinned behind you, a harsh nip to your neck that makes you jolt.

"Uh-uh." Vio tisks, setting you down between Blue's spread legs. "He couldn't use his hands, and neither will you. I wanna see you use that filthy mouth of yours." The hand not wrapped around your wrists came up to your chin, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, pulling it down as he spoke. "Lay on your stomach."

Obeying, you wiggle around till you are flat on your stomach, Vio keeping your arms firmly behind your back as you inch yourself closer to Blue, your mouth hovering directly above his length. Your tongue lolls out, the flat of it pressing against the bottom of his dick as you drag it upwards, licking up the small beads of salty cum with a slight flick. Throwing his head back, a drawn-out, breathy swear leaves his lips.

"Fuuuuuuck..."

His hand brushes through your hair, fisting the crown of your head when you take the tip in between your lips. Flicking your tongue in circles, you take more of him in, making sure to suction your lips tightly around him so he moans out your name. Nails dig into your scalp, begging you to go lower, to take more without forcing you to do so. Not yet anyway, but knowing your sweet blue-eyed boyfriend and hearing the already growing stutter to his breathing, it wouldn't take too much of a push till he took back all of the control.

Hair tickles your nose as you reach its base, hollowing your cheeks as you pull yourself off with a small gasp of air.

"Fuuuuuuck, your mouth feels so damn good." Blue moans louder, head leaning back with half-lidded eyes. His hand releases its tight grip, carding through your tangled strands soothingly before cupping the base of your skull. He pushes you back down, a bit rougher than anticipated. Unable to brace yourself, your face dives back down, Blue meticulously placing himself right at your mouth so he slips inside without resistance, holding your face in place. You didn't resist, sucking as hard as you could till Blue couldn't resist rocking his hips further up into you.

"Just like that." Blue pants, encouraging you to keep going. You can't help but smirk as noises pour out of his mouth, getting louder and louder with every bob of your head. The hands holding your wrists slip away, allowing you to brace yourself against Blue's taut thighs. The muscles twitch with a loud groan when you pick up your pace. More groans can be heard from behind you, though not nearly as loud, and much more frustrated than the blissed-out moans from above your head.

Hands grab at your hips, tapping them a few times to get your attention. "Up." Is the only direction you get, strained and raspy as if the other words that were supposed to come out with it had been too much of a struggle to vocalize. With your mouth currently occupied, you decide to tease him, lifting them up only by a fraction of an inch.

A scoff, and then your hips are yanked up high into the air, spreading your legs further and further apart.

"I said," Vio snarled, "up."

There was no warning before Vio slides 2 fingers inside of you with a low groan, curling the longer of the two as it teases the sweet spot inside. You moan at the sudden intrusion, the vibration causing a similar effect on Blue who looks ready to break into a million pieces. Vio's pace is slow but rough, jerking you forward with every thrust that forces Blue's cock deeper in your throat.

"Don't stop..don't...fuck im close-" Blue begs in bliss.

"You talking to me or her?" Vio chuckles, leaning over you. His lips kiss your back, other hand sliding up your spine till it tangles harshly in your hair, pushing your face down further.

"Shut u-OH fuck!"

Vio's pace picks up, forcing your mouth still around Blue to as well. He's shaking beneath you, brushing away any strand of hair that had fallen in your face.

"Look at me." Blue demands, voice rough and needy. "Baby I need your eyes, please. "

You drag your gaze upward, taking in every tense muscle along the way. The rapid rise and fall of his chest, his red parted lips, and then-... darkness. The near growl that comes from Blue reverberates deep inside of you, heat pooling deep in your belly at the sound.

"You...fucker.." Blue growls. His grip on the sheets is tight enough you think a vein might pop, or at least tear a hole in them.

"Here I thought she'd be the one screaming." Vio taunts with a low chuckle, keeping his hand plastered over your eyes. He drives another finger inside, humming when you roll your hips back to meet his thrust. "I'm curious which one of you will break first."

"I'll...break you if...if you don't...nghh" Words failed him, threats slipping into needy, desperate whines. Vio pulled your head up off of him, tilting it back to kiss your cheek.

"Use your hands, I wanna hear how sweet you sound for a bit."

Your hand wraps around Blue who's nearly in tears as you continue to work him with no release, going at the same pace as Vio who slowly repositions himself behind you. His fingers leave you, the tip of his cock sliding up against your entrance.

The world turns upside down, hands forcefully grabbing and pulling at your limbs till you've been completely flipped around. Straddled in his lap, hands bracing on broad shoulders, you're now facing a rather surprised looking Vio. His eyes are wide with surprise as he looks past you, eyebrow raised curiously till they slowly narrow, corner of his mouth tilting up into another one of his classic smirks.

"Wha- ahh!"

Without warning, Blue thrusts up into you, cutting off your question. It's rushed and sloppy, matching the rhythm of his breathing that ghosts the back of your neck. His hands are on your hips, pushing you down to meet his thrusts which grinds your clit against Vio who shutters at the sensation.

"You're so damn impatient." Vio snaps, holding you close to him. You moan into his neck, wrapping your arms around him to try and hold yourself steady.

"Fuck off! I'll show you-fuckers who breaks first! And it sure as hell won't be me!" He shouts with an extra harsh thrust. Vio just rolls his eyes (partly out of annoyance but mostly from the way you are now rubbing up against him) stopping when another idea pops into his head.

"Want some help with that?"

One incredulous look from Blue slides into something equally as devious, the two of them simultaneously agree on something without saying a single word.

"By all means. "

"What! That's not fair!" You whine, perking up from where you are sandwiched between the two. Ignoring your statement, Vio lifts you up enough for him to slide himself down till he is lined up with your already filled entrance. Blue grabs your throat, forcing your head back to look back at him.

"Don't act like you aren't gonna fucking love this" He teases, chuckling when your eyes squeeze shut and mouth falls open in a loud gasp that mixes with Vio's drawn out groan.

"Well would you look at that," Blue taunts, fingers tighten their grip on your throat, delivering a short squeeze as he leans over to kiss your temple. "Looks like that pussy of your fits more than I thought." Your moan is nearly a scream when they each start moving, making you squirm and wriggle in their holds.

"Hmmm this is giving me some wonderful new ideas" Vio adds, grabbing fistfuls of your ass. His head buries itself in your chest, lips sucking around the supple area till red marks fit your skin. "Maybe we should share you more often my love."

"If it means I get to fuck her like this more often you can count me in."

Your vision has gone blurry, breathing as erratic as your racing heartbeat from the blissed out sensations that is their touch. It quickly becomes overstimulated the moment one of them, Blue you suspect, picks up a faster pace, slamming inside of you while the other makes sure that not a second goes by that you aren't being filled.

"You're taking us so fucking good. Such a good girl for us."

"You feel so damn good babe"

They each praise you. But it's too much. Tears slide from your eyes, pleas for a release pouring desperately from your mouth when the knot deep in your gut feels as though it's been set a blaze.

"please...." You whimper, forehead resting against Vio. "Guys please I- I'm gonna-"

"We've got you. Let it all out my love " Vio coos as your high rips through you. Your body collapses against him, clawing at his chest to try and ground yourself. A hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back once more to meet Blue's reddened face. His eyes are needy, mouth parted open as the two of them continue to chase their own release.

"Eyes baby girl. Please~"

The moment your eyes lock you can feel his release wash through you, another load following shortly after with a low moan from Vio before both of them go still. Blue is partly collapsed ontop of where you have gone limp in Vios lap. He held you close, running fingers up and down your arms as though to apologize for the rough treatment he knew they had just put you through.

"You did so well" he muttered into your ear, "Such a good listener." You smile at his praise, curling into him despite the way Blue is wrapping himself around you, still draped over your back. You can feel his lips kissing the base of your neck lightly, whispering "I love you" into your skin where you know damn well there will be visible marks by morning. Catching your breaths, the three of you stay that way for a moment, content to simply be in the others embraces. Blue pulls away first, flopping down onto the bed beside you with an exaggerated huff. His hand finds yours, gently tugging you towards him till your body flops down next to him.

Vio follows suit, still carding his fingers through your hair.

"Gotta hand it to you loud mouth, " Vio says to Blue, that same old smirk making its appearance. "Didn't actually think you'd ever be able to follow directions."

"Shut up book brain!" Blue snaps, wrapping his arms around you into a warm embrace. With your head resting on his chest, you close your eyes, giving into the pleased exhaustion that is your muscles. You already dread the awkward soreness you know you'll feel when you wake up, and for a moment, wonder how you'll explain it to Green and Red when they return home to find you possibly unable to walk or even sit up properly come morning. Choosing to worry about that later though, you sink further into the mattress, letting sleep pull you under.