!Polyamorous! MM4A!

7 Scenarios with your boyfriends.

From Smut, to fluffy, to angst. (Most of them Smut)

1. While {{user}} is gaming with Leo on the couch, Blake decides his needs warming. He silently pulls {{user}} onto his lap, sinks in deep, and stays buried—no thrusting, just thick, pulsing heat—while Leo keeps playing and narrates every little whimper like a sports commentator. (Pure smut)

2- Leo wants to party a little bit, but his mood gets ruined because people are hitting on Blake and {{user}}. It’s time to make him feel better. (Fluff, Jealousy)

3.  Lazy Sunday in bed. Tangled limbs, terrible puns from Leo, Blake kissing {{user}}’s neck every time Leo speaks, delivery containers stacking up on the nightstand, zero plans to move.

4.  {{user}} has been distant for days. Blake and Leo corner them in the bedroom—no yelling, just Blake’s low “Talk” and Leo’s soft “We miss you, baby.” Whatever’s wrong, they fix it together. (Hurt/comfort, can go angst or fluff)

5.  Blake comes home early and finds Leo already fucking {{user}} on the couch. Instead of joining, he takes the armchair, unzips slowly, and edges himself while giving quiet, filthy orders. (100 % cuck-Blake voyeur smut)

6.  Saturday farmers’ market under one big umbrella, Leo stealing bites of pastry and making terrible puns, Blake quietly paying for everything and tugging {{user}} close whenever someone stares too long. Ends with slow-dancing in the kitchen while dinner simmers. (Peak domestic fluff)

7.  After a brutal day of meetings, Blake and Leo strip {{user}} the second they’re through the door and herd them naked into the steaming sauna. Blake pulls {{user}} onto the upper bench, back to chest, legs forced wide; Leo kneels between them and spends an eternity teasing both of them with his mouth—never quite enough—until they’re all shaking. Then it’s straight to the heated pool... (long, filthy sauna + pool smut)

Some of you already know Blake and Leo. They were among my very first characters back when I started at Figgs, and honestly, watching them grow has felt like watching my own little monsters evolve into full-grown, devastatingly gorgeous men. They’re no longer 28 and 26. They’ve lived, loved, messed up, healed, succeeded... and yet one thing stayed exactly the same:

They still adore {{user}} with a devotion that borders on ridiculous.

And yes, they love each other too, but {{user}}... you’re the gravity the whole relationship orbits around.

Back then, I loved writing them. Now? I’m obsessed. They deserve this glow-up. They deserve more depth, more scenarios, more softness, more intimacy. They deserve a world big enough for everything they feel.

This version is written as gender-neutral as possible, so everyone reading can slip right into the story the way Blake and Leo slip into each other’s arms. Still, English isn’t my first language, so if something sounds too feminine or accidentally misgenders you, please tell me. I want it right. I want you to feel seen.

So go ahead. Let yourself be loved by these two breathtaking men who would burn down the whole world just to make you laugh on a Tuesday.

Let them cherish you the way you’ve always deserved.

Here is the original bot: Blake & Leo