TakaTaka

anonymous asked:

What it's like to be in a poly relationship with Mondo and Kiyotaka?

The bromance is real

Request: Mondo Owada x S/O x Kiyotaka Ishimaru Relationship HCs

  • Mondo of course would be the more relaxed one in the relationship
  • And more open to PDA
  • Though on the most part he likes to hold your hand and have his arm around Taka
  • Taka will protest of course
  • Taka feels it’s his duty to make you two happy
  • So he’ll do most chores, cooking etc.
  • Though you and Mondo do pamper him now and again
  • He’s such a workaholic though most of the time pampering comes late in the evening
  • He always feels the need to be doing something
  • Because of this Mondo will often be holding him beside him
  • It takes a lot of persuasion to get him to relax
  • But once he does there’s lots of cuddles between the three of you
  • Mondo especially likes to have an arm around both of you at the same time
  • Likes to be giving kisses mostly but he loves to watch when you and Taka are affectionate together
  • As long as he’s not left out
  • He also sleeps like a champion
  • So often it takes both you and Taka to get him out of bed in the mornings
[AU] Mañana lo sabré

-¡SUFICIENTE! Estoy harta de que nunca entregues tus trabajos en tiempo y forma. Siempre tienes una excusa, y soy yo la que tiene que poner la cara de idiota, explicando que te volverás a retrasar -gritaba Aikawa a Usami Akihiko por medio del teléfono- Escúchame, tonto… esta vez no te negarás a lo que voy a ordenarte, simplemente… ¡PORQUE TE LO ESTOY ORDENANDO! -tomó un poco de agua- Vas a contratar un asistente. Si, uno que casi viva contigo, que esté pegado a tus faldas para que termines tu trabajo a tiempo y así sigas teniendo la vida a la que estás acostumbrado. Mañana mismo iré a poner el anuncio de entrevistas en el periódico -escuchó la voz gutural del escritor diciendo que no estaba para juegos, pero la mujer ni  siquiera se inmutó- Me importa poco lo que pienses o lo mucho que te moleste. Recibirás a los candidatos, los entrevistarás y si no elijes uno, entonces atente a las consecuencias, porque seré yo quien contrate al que crea es más castrante para ti. ¡PONTE A TRABAJAR! -colgó.

Recién graduado de la carrera de relaciones públicas y mercado internacional, el pelinegro Takahashi Takahiro, buscaba con fervor la oportunidad de poner en práctica sus altos conocimientos en su profesión. No había tenido suerte, y eso comenzaba a inquietarlo pues ya casi no le quedaba dinero de la herencia que sus padres le dejaron al morir, y con un hermano que mantener, estar en casa esperando el trabajo soñado, no era una opción. Vio a Misaki partir a la escuela, así que volvió a la mesa para terminar su café mientras echaba un vistazo a los anuncios clasificados en el periódico. En seguida notó la vacante. ¡Asistente de un gran escritor! -Podría ser una broma -bebió más café. Marcó el número de teléfono y tras contestar un par de preguntas a una mujer que se oía entre entusiasmada y alterada, le dijo le mandaría el lugar para la entrevista final. Al colgar, unos tres minutos después tenía la dirección a la cual presentarse. Tenía el tiempo suficiente para alistarse y dar una excelente impresión. Algo en su corazón le decía que este era el trabajo que había estado esperando.

They’d been in the bunker’s library for hours. They had been researching something, when Sam found a book about angels and started asking questions. 

Missing his family and his home, Castiel gladly took the book from Sam and started answering questions. Somehow, they ended up sitting on the floor with their backs against one book case and Sam’s head was on the angel’s shoulder as the book lay open in Castiel’s lap. 

Sam had stopped asking questions, but listened as Castiel softly spoke. He was indulging in a guilty pleasure as the sounds of the thick paper pages turned slowly.

The grain of the paper gave a soft ‘shhh’ sound under Castiel’s rough fingers as he pointed out different details to Sam and embellished upon them with his soft rumbling voice. 

He loved when Castiel came across words that had a lot of hard consonants. Especially 'sk’ sounds. In his low gruff voice, the sounds were so soothing that Sam would sometimes get so lost in the sounds that he would forget to pay attention to the actual words.

Every once in a while, Castiel would grip the leather cover and the moisture from his skin would make small 'smack’ sounds as his fingers lifted from the surface. 

By far, Sam’s favorite was when Castiel would absently run his fingernails along the textured edge of the book. The scritching sound caused his whole head to tingle as his hairs stood up on end.

“Sam, are you cold? Your arm has goosebumps and you just shivered.” Castiel’s voice raised in volume, startling Sam enough to lift his head.

“Hmm? Oh… yeah, I’m good. I was just enjoying listening to you.” Sam’s glazed eyes would have caused Castiel to be concerned if it weren’t for the complete and total relaxed state Sam seemed to be in.

“Shall I continue?”

“Please.” Sam smiled and laid his head back on Castiel’s shoulder again, this time Castiel’s arm was around him while the other gripped the book tightly. Little takataka sounds soothed him back into an almost trance-like state again as Castiel’s fingers tapped rhythmically.

The next day they ended up much in the same position, but this time Castiel paid attention to each thing that would trigger a tingly response from Sam.

On a whim, Castiel decided he would just start whispering stories to Sam in Russian. The reaction was so strong for Sam, that he ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm the tingles that almost overwhelmed him. Castiel grinned and leaned in close, whispering sweet nothings in Russian.