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The Subway

Should i be working on requests? Yes. Has this song been on repeat for the last 72 hours? Yes

Huntrix x Reader — inspired by Chappell Roan’s “The Subway”

The city doesn’t feel like yours anymore.

You thought it might get easier—after the breakup. After you walked away from Mira’s quiet disappointment, Zoey’s unreadable silence, Rumi’s trembling hands as she whispered “Please don’t go…”

But it didn’t.

It just got quieter.

You’re on the subway when it happens.

It’s been three months since you last saw them—really saw them. Since the group photo went up without you in it. Since you moved to the opposite side of Seoul and told yourself it was for your career.

And there she is.

Long hair with newly added green streaks. Beauty mark. Mira.

Her profile is unmistakable, framed by the smudged train window. She’s alone, leaning against the glass, eyes closed, hoodie up—but you’d know her anywhere. You almost fall to your knees.

Your throat burns. Your hand grips the metal pole like it might split. And the song in your headphones—why is it that song?

The one Zoey used to hum against your neck.

You almost call out.

Almost.

But then you spot the flash of silver next to her.

Rumi, curled up beside Mira, head on her shoulder, earbuds shared. Zoey across from them, in sunglasses and an old tee you once stole for yourself—legs spread wide, arms folded, like she’s guarding them.

Like she used to guard you.

You nearly have a breakdown.

Right there. In the middle of Line 2. You press a hand over your mouth, duck your head, and step off three stops too early. You sit on a bench and cry so hard you can't feel your face.

You’d made a promise: If in four months, this feeling ain't gone… I’m leaving this city.

You still have time. You still have one month left.

But you're already looking up flights to Saskatchewan.

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Everywhere reminds you of them.

Perfume in a store that smells like Zoey’s wrists. A streetlight flickering the same way Mira’s bedroom lamp used to. The sound of laughter—Rumi's laugh—sharp and fast, heard in echoes in alleyways.

And worst of all, your own body.

The ghost of their hands lives in your skin. Their warmth still lingers in your sheets no matter how many times you wash them. You still sleep in the middle of the bed like they’re on either side of you.

You tried to move on.

Went on two dates. Kissed someone who smiled too easily. But when they touched your face, you whispered the wrong name.

You don’t even know which of the three it was. You just whispered, “Don’t go.”

Maybe they moved on. Maybe they’re better now—stronger, tighter as a trio. You weren’t what they needed. You weren’t enough. Or maybe… maybe you were too much.

Too loud for Mira’s stillness. Too fragile for Rumi’s storms. Too soft for Zoey’s walls.

You still love them. All of them.

But maybe the best love is the one that lets them go.

You see them one more time. This time they see you.

You're rushing past the turnstiles, scarf around your face, headphones in—and they’re on the platform, all three, dressed in black, laughing at something Rumi said. Zoey’s the first to look up. Her mouth opens.

Your heart stops.

You turn. You run.

You made a promise: If in four months, this feeling ain’t gone…

The next morning, there’s a flight booked. You leave your keys on the counter.

You don’t leave a note.

But maybe someday, years from now, on a different subway, in a different city, you’ll see green hair again.

And you won’t fall apart.

You’ll just smile. And keep riding.

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Polytrix x pregnant reader (but she is happy and is willingly with them and love the three. She is sleeping in their bedroom when they come home after a show and the girls find the positive pregnancy test in a little decorated box)

this is so cute

The apartment was quiet when they returned.

Not the eerie quiet of tension, but the kind that came after laughter, after dancing, after a stadium full of fans sang their hearts out. That golden silence. The kind waiting to be broken by love.

Zoey was the first to toe off her boots, grinning as she saw the small glow of light coming from under their bedroom door. “She waited up for us,” she whispered to the others, brushing her sweat-damp bangs from her forehead.

“She always does,” Rumi murmured, her voice low but affectionate. She was already shrugging out of her jacket. “Even when we tell her not to.”

“She likes being the first face we see when we come home.” Mira’s words were soft but fond, fingers curling around the doorknob.

They stepped into the bedroom together, exhausted but glowing from the adrenaline of performance—and there she was.

Curled up under the covers in one of their oversized shirts—Mira’s, this time—Reader was fast asleep, one arm flopped over the pillow she always stole from Zoey. Her face was peaceful, lips parted slightly, lashes brushing her cheeks. The bedside lamp was on, casting a warm glow around the room.

Rumi’s smile softened, and she bent down to kiss Reader’s temple. “You always wait up,” she whispered.

“Even when you fall asleep doing it,” Zoey chuckled, brushing her knuckles over Reader’s cheek.

Mira was the one who spotted the box first.

It sat neatly on the corner of the bed, a small square with ribbon around it. Their names were written on the lid in gold marker—Zoey, Rumi, Mira—with three little hearts drawn underneath.

Mira’s brow furrowed slightly. “Did one of you leave her a gift?”

The others shook their heads. Quietly, she lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled in soft white tissue paper, was a pregnancy test. The screen was unmistakable:

+ Pregnant.

Zoey’s breath caught in her throat. “Is that…?”

There was something else in the box. Rumi reached in with shaking fingers and pulled out a tiny white onesie. On the front were the words:

"You’re going to be moms."

Zoey’s knees nearly buckled. “Holy sh—”

Reader stirred at that, blinking sleepily as she sat up. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the three stunned, frozen girls staring at the box.

“…Surprise?” she said, voice still thick with sleep, lips tugging into a nervous smile. “I wanted to tell you when you came home. I thought maybe… this would be cute.”

Mira didn’t move. She was still staring at the test like it was fragile and made of starlight.

“You’re… really?” she asked hoarsely.

Reader nodded, suddenly teary-eyed. “Yeah. I didn’t—I wasn’t sure if it was real at first. I took, like… three. But then I went to the doctor just to be sure, and—and I wanted you to be the first to know.”

Rumi knelt beside the bed, pressing her forehead to Reader’s stomach with trembling reverence. “There’s a little heartbeat in here?”

“There will be,” Reader whispered, brushing Rumi’s hair back. “In a few more weeks.”

Zoey scrambled onto the bed, cupping Reader’s face and pressing kisses all over it—cheeks, nose, forehead, chin. “You’re incredible,” she whispered. “You—you gave us a baby.”

“I haven’t done that yet,” Reader laughed, breath catching in her throat, “but I’m working on it.”

Mira finally sat down, quiet tears running down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around them all. “I never thought I’d get this,” she whispered. “Any of this.”

“You deserve it,” Reader whispered back, kissing her soundly. “All of you do.”

They held her like she was the most precious thing in the world—which, to them, she was. The onesie was forgotten on the floor. The pregnancy test sat safely on the nightstand.

That night, Reader slept cradled between them, their hands resting on her belly like it was already sacred. They whispered to it, one by one, promises and dreams, tears and laughter.

Four women.

One heartbeat.

A future already blooming.

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Hii so I wanted ask if could me a favor (if possible🙏)

I had requested A Mira x (I think) Masc Demon Musician (or smth like that). I really liked the idea I put down but I forgot to copy and paste it in my phone notes. If it’s not much trouble could you copy and paste it in a random post or like a hashtag. (Not trying to rush or pressure u to write it, I just really want to have the full idea for the future)

ofc lolol

I was thinking a Mira x Masc Half Demon Famous Musician Reader. The girls know Reader is a demon but haven’t been able to get anywhere near her. Except Mira who ran into Reader one night but Reader got away after distracting Mira with her amazing flirtation skills. And now the three are Reader’s next concert and she sings a song to rile them up but lyrics are also just a little bit (100% totally) directed towards Mira. Fluffy romantic tension occurs . (This idea is solely based on Royalty by Conor Maynard becuz I’m listening to it at 2am rn 😭)

Sorry if it’s a lot 🙏🥲

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Helloooo! Can I request a g!p polytrix fic where the girls are arguing about who gets to bang reader first, but then they end up doing her at the same time. I mean like EVERY hole is filled, and reader is just blissfully overwhelmed. Fem reader if that’s ok AMD thanks🙏

raaaa

18+ as it contains smut

You hadn’t expected the night to escalate like this.

One moment, you're curled up in Huntrix’s shared hotel suite, tucked in Rumi’s lap while Zoey braided your hair and Mira massaged your thighs under the blanket. It was a lazy, teasing kind of closeness—one you’d grown used to since the four of you made things official. But when Zoey’s wandering hands slipped under your waistband, it only took seconds before the mood shifted.

"I'm going first," Zoey purred, lips brushing your ear. "She always cums hardest on my cock."

Rumi snorted. "She does not. She goes cockdumb for me. That little tremble in her legs? Mine."

Mira's hand froze. Her voice dropped dangerously low. “Oh? So we’re keeping score now?”

You blinked up at them, heartbeat picking up, thighs clenching. “Wait, are you seriously—”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

“Okay, what the hell, I’m right here—”

“Exactly,” Zoey growled, yanking your leggings down and exposing the wet patch staining your panties. “She’s soaked already. You’ve been teasing her for how long, Rumi?”

“Not my fault she’s cute when she whimpers,” Rumi muttered, but her fingers slid under your shirt and groped your tits greedily, pinching until you gasped.

“I swear, if either of you makes her cum before me—”

“Then what, Mira?” Zoey snapped.

Rumi raised a brow. “You gonna fight us? Or fuck her with us?”

That made them all freeze.

You, legs now fully bare, were panting—half from embarrassment, half from the pulsing ache between your thighs. “...Girls?”

Zoey met your eyes first. Then Rumi. Then Mira.

“...Fuck it,” Mira breathed, eyes dark. “We’ll take her together.”

You didn’t know how they did it—how their bodies fit against yours like puzzle pieces—but by the time they got you on the bed, you were dizzy from just the anticipation. Zoey had her cock in your mouth, guiding your head with slow, possessive thrusts. Rumi stretched your pussy on her thick length, bottoming out and grinding into you with shameless groans. Mira—cold, calculating Mira—had your legs spread and ass tilted up, her cock pressing inside your tightest hole, inch by inch.

You choked on Zoey, eyes fluttering, as your entire body was filled.

“That’s it, baby,” Zoey cooed, brushing tears from your cheeks. “Taking us so well.”

“So fucking tight,” Rumi hissed, slamming into you harder now, fingers gripping your waist.

“She’s clenching,” Mira grunted behind you. “Little brat loves this.”

You whimpered around Zoey’s cock, unable to move—held down by three beautiful, possessive idols who all wanted to claim you at once.

Every thrust knocked the air from your lungs. You couldn't speak, couldn't think. All you could do was drool around Zoey’s cock, moan helplessly as Rumi pistoned into your slick, and cry out when Mira angled just right and made your body jerk between them.

“You close, pretty girl?” Rumi asked, breathless.

You nodded frantically, mouth full, tears streaking your cheeks.

“Not yet,” Mira growled. “You’ll cum when we do.”

“God, I’m gonna cum down her throat,” Zoey gasped, thrusts sloppy now. “Gonna fill her up so full—fuck—”

Your eyes rolled back. Rumi reached between your legs and rubbed your clit, hard and fast.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered. “Show us how good we fuck you.”

You came hard, body spasming between them, every hole stretched and stuffed, your orgasm dragging all three over the edge with you. Zoey moaned as she spilled down your throat, Mira slammed deep and groaned as your ass clenched around her, and Rumi buried herself to the hilt and filled your pussy with hot cum, cock twitching inside you.

They didn’t pull out.

They held you there, full and boneless, panting and half-conscious with bliss.

Zoey stroked your cheek, smiling as you blinked up at her with dazed, glazed-over eyes.

“Well,” Rumi said, still inside you. “I think we have a tie.”

Mira snorted. “No. We win. She loses.”

You just whimpered softly, too blissed-out to argue.

And gods, you wouldn't mind losing like this again.

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You should’ve known they wouldn’t stop after the first round.

Not when you were still twitching underneath them, your pussy leaking cum, mouth hanging open with a thin trail of drool, and your ass clenched tight around Mira’s cock even in sleep-like bliss.

“...She’s still twitching,” Zoey whispered, brushing your hair back. Her cock twitched against your cheek, already half-hard again. “God, she’s such a mess. Look at her.”

Rumi ran her fingers down your back, featherlight. You whimpered, sensitive. “Think she’s got one more in her?”

Mira raised an eyebrow. “She doesn’t need to be awake for it.”

That earned a look from Zoey.

“...Okay, fine. We’ll wake her up.”

You gasped as cold fingers slid between your legs again, scooping up the cum dripping from your overstretched hole. Rumi sucked it off her fingers, moaning.

“She tastes like all of us.”

That was when you blinked, groggy and sore, as a new weight settled behind you.

“H-Huh—?”

“Shh, baby,” Zoey crooned. She was kneeling over your face now, thick cock already resting against your lips. “We’re not done. You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

You tried to shake your head—but Rumi had already pushed two fingers into your soaked pussy.

“Ohh, she’s still wet,” she purred. “Still needy for cock.”

“Fucking addicted,” Mira muttered. “Look how she clenches.”

You whined, hips rolling instinctively—and that’s when Rumi slipped in again.

No prep. No warning. Just a hard, slow thrust that had your breath catching in your throat.

Your mouth opened in a gasp—and Zoey took it. She gripped your hair and slid her cock into your throat again, groaning as your lips sealed around her.

“You're ours tonight,” she whispered, voice trembling. “All ours.”

Mira lifted your hips again, guiding her cock back into your ass—still wet with earlier cum. The stretch made you cry out, but no sound came out with Zoey in your throat.

Now it was just pressure. Fullness. Slapping skin, panting breath, the filthiest fucking praise you've ever heard.

“Pretty little toy.”

“She begs for it with her body.”

“Can’t get enough, huh, sweetheart? You want all of us in you again?”

They moved in rhythm this time—brutal, synchronized thrusts that had your body jolting forward every time Rumi pounded into your pussy. Mira’s fingers dug into your hips, her cock driving into your ass like she owned it. Zoey was gentler now, rocking into your mouth, savoring the way you gagged on her tip, whimpering around her length.

You came. And came. And came again.

You lost count after the third orgasm—just floating in heat, your body trembling from the overstimulation. They never stopped. Didn’t let you come down.

It was so much.

Too much.

But your body took it. Opened for them. Welcomed every inch, every drop.

By the time Mira finally pulled out, your ass was leaking with white. Rumi followed, moaning softly as she filled your pussy a second time. Zoey stayed in your mouth longest, her thrusts slow and possessive until she spilled over your tongue again.

She cupped your cheeks, watching you blink up at her, totally blissed out.

“Swallow,” she whispered. “Be good for me.”

You did.

Barely.

You collapsed into the sheets, every inch of you used, dripping, sore—but completely, wholly loved.

“You okay, baby?” Rumi asked, climbing beside you and kissing your shoulder.

Mira lay on your other side, rubbing your back in lazy circles. “She passed out again.”

Zoey flopped down, wrapping herself around your front, cock still slick and soft against your thigh. “She’ll wake up eventually.”

A pause.

“And when she does,” Rumi smirked, “we’ll go for round three.”

You twitched.

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Based on @mona-risms posts

Jealous!Huntrix x Bodyguard!Reader

Reader is a bodyguard for Huntrix (even if they don’t need one), who’s always protecting them (wardrobe malfunction, crowd control, making a path for them, you name it) and its also quite the eye candy and has their own fanbase, pictures, fanedits of Reader helping Huntrix always trending, even some memes that if Huntrix don’t want to tap all that, they should let something for the fans 🤪

Huntrix being jealous of all the attention Reader has been getting take matters into their own hands (Reader being oblivious first thought that they were jealous because Reader was taking the fans, when in fact they were jealous because they want Reader for themselves)

The next public event of Huntirx, Reader appears with some mysterious marks on their neck~ , and the fans go crazy, but once they realize that Huntrix also has some mysterious marks the fans go even crazier too

Yes they tapped all that 🥵

There were three facts about you that everyone knew:

You were Huntrix’s bodyguard.

You were hot.

You had no idea how hot you were.

That last part drove the girls insane.

You didn’t even mean to steal the spotlight. It just… happened. One week it was a viral clip of you catching Zoey mid-trip in heels while blocking a fan’s camera from flashing in her face. Another, it was a gif of you gently fixing Rumi’s dress strap while holding back the crowd with a single hand. Then Mira had dropped her phone during a festival entrance and you’d scooped it up, handed it to her with a wink, and boom—you were trending again.

The fans dubbed you “The Fourth Member of Huntrix (but for security reasons 😔)”, and made endless memes:

“If Huntrix doesn’t tap that, I volunteer.” “Bodyguard? More like distraction.” “Can you fight? No? Then let Huntrix have them before we lose them to the streets.”

At first, the girls laughed it off. Then they got quiet. Then they started to compete.

You didn’t notice, of course. Too busy keeping eyes on exits and clearing paths. But the little things started stacking up:

Zoey started adjusting your tie for you, all while whispering something too soft for the mics.

Rumi refused to let anyone else hold her umbrella—even if you were the one getting wet.

Mira, who once barely tolerated extra staff, started insisting you sit backstage with them and scowled at anyone who asked for a selfie with you.

The last straw came during a fan meet.

A fan—not even shy about it—asked you to sign their phone case. You blinked.

“Oh, uh, I’m not really—”

“It’s for protection,” the fan said cheekily. “Both the phone and me.”

The crowd howled. Rumi’s jaw twitched.

That night, backstage was tense. You stood near the curtain, arms folded, scanning exits as usual.

“You know,” Mira said, voice deceptively casual as she leaned against the table, “maybe we should start doing our own crowd control. Since apparently someone’s the main attraction now.”

You turned, brows raised. “Are you upset about the fan thing? I didn’t mean to take the attention away from you guys—”

Zoey cut in, stepping closer. “It’s not about the fans.”

Rumi’s voice came last, low and heated. “It’s about us.”

You blinked. “.Huh? ..Are you jealous?”

“Yes.” All three, in unison.

You tried to defuse the situation with humor. “I mean… I get it. My job is pretty badass.”

Zoey moved first, crowding into your space, brushing fingers along your jaw.

“No, dumbass. We’re jealous because you’re ours. Or did you miss that memo too?”

Mira came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist with possessive ease. “If people want to look, fine. But we’re the ones who get to touch.”

You swallowed. “Touch what now?”

Rumi’s mouth curved into a smirk. “Everything.”

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You were so not prepared for how that night ended.

They didn’t even take you home—just dragged you to the dressing room and locked the door. What started with a heated kiss from Zoey turned into a tangle of desperate hands, whispered confessions, and bite marks from Mira that made your knees buckle.

Rumi didn’t even try to hide her growls. “Ours now. Got it?”

You couldn’t answer, too dazed—so Zoey answered for you with a smirk, “They got it.”

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The Next Day the media called it “the Huntrix Event of the Year.” Not because of a new song or scandal—but because of your neck.

You wore your usual earpiece and sharp black jacket—but this time, the high collar was just a little loose, slipping low enough to reveal the dark bruises blooming along your throat.

Twitter exploded.

“WHO DID THAT TO OUR BODYGUARD 😭😭😭” “So we all agree Huntrix jumped them right?”

And then Huntrix stepped out onstage.

Rumi’s hair was down. Zoey was glowing. Mira wore a smug, lazy smile. And all three of them had similar dark marks trailing along their necks and collarbones.

The internet died.

“THEY MATCH. THEY. MATCH.” “OH THEY TAPPED THAT.” “I’m so happy for us (devastated).”

You, meanwhile, were on high alert as always—stoic, arms crossed, earpiece in. But the faintest smile curved your lips whenever you looked their way.

And when Zoey blew a kiss toward you during their encore? Rumi mouthed “mine” to the cameras. Mira winked.

You didn’t stand a chance. And neither did your neck.

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New to your page and I LOVE IT! Can you do a how they’d (huntrix) react to you eating them out?Especially curious about Mira, acting tough but losing her shit for her gf!

18+ as it contains sexual material

Mira:

Mira talks a big game. Always aloof, always smug, like she’s the one in control. She kisses you lazily, smirks like nothing can phase her—until you get between her legs.

At first, she’s still trying to keep that composure. Arm propped behind her head, eyes lidded, trying to make it seem like you’re working for her. She’ll hum and tease:

“That all you got, babe? Tch… better impress me.”

Except the second your tongue hits just right, the second she feels you moan against her or grip her thighs tighter—Mira short-circuits.

That cool, cocky energy shatters.

Her hand flies into your hair. Her legs twitch. She gasps and chokes on her own moan like it surprises her.

“Ah—w-wait—shit, fuck—! D-Don’t stop—”

She tries to push you away for a second—not because she doesn’t want it, but because she’s overstimulated and embarrassed she’s falling apart so fast. Her abs twitch. Her voice cracks. When she finally comes, she’s gripping you like an anchor, panting like she just finished a demon battle.

After? Mira hides her face in your neck and mutters a flustered, “...Shut up,” if you even think of teasing her.

But secretly? She’s obsessed. Her tough-girl act? Ruined.

Zoey:

Zoey is so loud. She doesn't hold back at all. She’s not just moaning, she’s talking—rambling, gasping, whining.

“Ohmygod—y-you’re so good—fuck, I love you—don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—!”

Zoey gets so emotional when you go down on her. She’s grabbing at everything—your shoulders, the sheets, her own tits—she’s a mess. Legs shaking, hips rocking up into your mouth, making sure you feel how much she’s losing it.

She praises you through it, begs for more, and when she comes, it’s with your name in a scream.

After? She pulls you up for the dirtiest kiss—tasting herself on your lips—and just whispers, “I’m gonna marry you.”

Rumi:

Rumi doesn’t scream, but you feel everything in her body. She’s breathy, thighs trembling around your head, fingers tangled in your hair like she’s grounding herself.

She bites her lip, eyes shut tight, soft curses whispered under her breath.

“Mmmn... ngh—y-you always—god, right there—”

She tries to be quiet, but the more you focus on her, the more her voice breaks. Her legs wrap around your head, her stomach spasms, and she comes with a broken sob of your name.

And the second she’s done? Rumi pulls you up, kisses you with a trembling smile, and just holds you.

“You ruin me. Every time.”

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HII I HOPE ALL IS WELL!!

ok so I’ve seen your polytrix works and I love them🫦 SO LIKE HEAR ME OUT RIGHT

so like they’re all together right but let’s say rumi and mira stepped out for a bit and Zoey and reader are still in the house still in bed but then they both get SMACKED with hornyness right and so I’m thinking double ended dil + vib= Zoey and ready going at it like crazy and then eventually mira and rumi come back and Zoey and reader are too wrapped up into each other to even notice that the both of them are back just standing by the door watching them go at it like craaaazy

and like the ending can be up to you BUT THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME GO READ THIS

18+ as it contains smut

It starts soft.

Just Zoey curled into your side, one leg thrown over your hips, her palm lazy against your stomach. Sunlight filters in through the sheer curtains, and for a minute, it’s just warmth and quiet.

But then she stretches—her thigh pressing between yours—and lets out a breathy little “mmh” that drips with something less innocent. And you glance at her, watching her tongue swipe over her lower lip.

Then her hand drifts lower.

“You’re looking at me like that,” she mumbles, fingers brushing just under the hem of your tank top, “and expecting me to behave?”

Your breath hitches.

“I thought we were just cuddling…”

“Yeah?” Her voice drops, sultry. “You wanna cuddle while I fuck you?”

You blink.

Zoey’s already reaching between the pillows. And you don’t even question it when she pulls out the toy—the double-ended dildo—with the vibe attachment already clipped near one end. A soft hum buzzes to life in her hand.

Your body reacts before your brain does. She’s already shifting over you, eyes hooded and hungry.

“C’mere.”

The toy’s already slick by the time Zoey slides down onto her end, her thighs trembling as the thick silicone stretches her open. She exhales like it’s been building inside her all morning.

You’re not any better.

The second you lower yourself onto the other end—hips pressed to hers, your folds pressed flush—you both gasp in unison.

It’s thick. Too thick. Too good.

Zoey’s hand finds your hip, nails digging in.

“Fuck—move,” she pants. “Please, move.”

You grind first. Once. Twice. The bulb inside you shifts just right, and the vibration from the midpoint starts to sing against both your clits.

“Ah—shit—”

You both lose it. Grinding, rocking, chasing friction like animals. The wet slap of skin, the buzz of the toy, the heat between you—it’s all too much.

You’re trying to kiss her but your rhythm keeps faltering because the pressure’s too fucking perfect and you can’t stop moaning.

“Ride it,” she begs. “Fucking ride it, baby, don’t stop—”

The toy hits deep, squelching between both your bodies. The bed is soaked beneath you. The vibe is relentless. Zoey grabs your ass, pulling you down against her harder, grinding her swollen clit into yours until she’s trembling.

Her head falls back.

“Oh my—f-fuck—don’t stop, I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

You don’t even hear the front door open.

You don’t hear the quiet footsteps down the hallway.

You definitely don’t notice when Rumi and Mira stop in the doorway, an iced coffees in each hand—and freeze.

Because what they see is you, drenched in sweat and slick, riding Zoey like it’s life or death. Your fingers tangled in her hair, her back arched, the double-ended toy deep inside you both, your bodies grinding in an obscene rhythm.

Zoey is begging. You’re whimpering.

The toy buzzes louder.

Wet. Loud. Raw.

You don’t see Mira’s jaw drop. You don’t see Rumi slowly sip her coffee, eyes wide.

You don’t even notice they’re there.

Because Zoey grabs your hips and thrusts up—and it knocks the air out of your lungs.

You collapse forward, forehead against hers.

“Don’t stop,” she whines. “Please, baby, please, please—”

Your rhythm breaks—you're both just humping now, wild and soaked, the toy squelching and buzzing so loud it drowns out everything else. Your thighs are shaking. Her legs are trembling. Her hands clutch your back like she’ll die if you stop.

“I’m—Zoey—I’m—!”

You both come together.

Hard.

Screaming.

Bodies jerking as the vibrator milks both your clits through it, overstimulation wrecking you both.

You slump forward, tangled, kissing her lazily with broken breaths.

And that’s when you hear it.

A slow. Fucking. Clap.

“…Well damn,” Rumi says, leaning against the doorframe. “You two forgot how to lock a door?”

Zoey’s eyes go wide.

You freeze.

Mira is standing stiff, cheeks red, very clearly staring. She's not even blinking. Just—watching.

“…You guys wanna join next time?” Zoey mutters, flushed and breathless.

Rumi raises an eyebrow.

Mira finally speaks.

“…Only if I get your end next time,” she says, her voice low.

Zoey smirks. You groan into the pillow.

meow

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[sparklestormandsoda]

Throwing this idea your way. But Polytrix x a certified dumbass of a reader.

Like biggest himbo ever (it’s part of their charm). Huntrix keeps dropping hints they wanna date Reader. But Reader is so oblivious to it. Like Huntrix takes them out on dates and reader is just “thanks for inviting me on this platonic outing :D” or the girls will regularly give Reader flowers & gifts and Reader is all “Wow. This is so sweet and excessive. Probably super normal friend stuff for famous people.” and they keep missing the increasingly and blatantly obvious signs, until the girls have to spell it out to them that they’re trying to date the Reader.

It started with flowers.

Not one bouquet. Not two. Not even three. No, it was a rotation schedule. Mira gave you sunflowers. Zoey gave you tulips. Rumi handed you deep red roses with baby's breath.

Every week. Without fail.

“Wow,” you said one day, arms full of blooms as you struggled to balance the door open to your apartment. “You girls are so thoughtful! Is this, like, a celebrity thing? Idol flower etiquette?”

Mira stared at you like you'd grown a second head. Zoey actually choked on her smoothie. Rumi blinked twice and said slowly, “Yes. A very… exclusive form of etiquette.”

“Cool,” you grinned, absolutely none the wiser. “I love idol customs!”

Then came the ‘platonic hangouts.’ At least, you called them that.

Rooftop picnics under fairy lights? “Such a chill friend vibe!”

Zoey holding your hand as you crossed a crowded street? “Thanks, Zo, I’m such a klutz!”

Mira letting you nap with your head in her lap while she played with your hair? “Mira, you’re the best cuddle buddy. You should charge for this.”

Rumi literally pulled you onto a yacht once and said, “I wanted to be alone with you. Just us. No cameras.”

You blinked at her, snack in hand. “You should try Airbnb next time, they have private rooftops now.”

Rumi just stared at you for five full seconds and said, “…I’m going to walk off the side of this boat.”

The group chat was chaos.

Huntrix Group Chat: Zoey: I kissed her cheek. She said "love that for us" and walked away. Mira: I SANG A LOVE SONG INTO HER EAR AND SHE SAID “what a lovely lullaby wow” Rumi: I held her face in my hands and said “you’re mine.” She patted my arm and said “you’re so dramatic” Zoey: I’m gonna die. Mira: Same. Rumi: Emergency meeting.

So, one fateful night, the girls invited you to the studio after hours. You brought snacks. And matching friendship bracelets you made yourself, because you’re literally the best best-friend they could ever have.

You found them sitting together, serious expressions on their faces. Zoey looked like she was about to burst into tears. Mira was pale. Rumi’s jaw was tight.

You tilted your head. “You guys good? Did someone forget a deadline? Or like someone die? Because that’s kind of what it looks like—”

Rumi stood. “We love you.”

You blinked. “Oh my god,” you whispered.

All three girls held their breath.

You gasped. “You do love my new hair! I knew the layers were working!”

Mira groaned and covered her face. Zoey actually hit the wall with her head. Rumi stormed over, grabbed your face, and kissed you.

Hard. Full on. Zero room for confusion.

She pulled back and stared you down.

You blinked again. “Okay. So. I might be dumb. But I think you’re… trying to tell me something.”

“Yes!” all three shouted.

Zoey stood, hands flying. “We’ve been trying to date you! All three of us! For months!”

“We took you on literal dates!” Mira cried.

“We seduced you with gift baskets and longing stares,” Rumi snapped.

“Oh,” you said slowly, like someone just explained 2+2 and it finally clicked. “Ohhh. You guys were flirting. This whole time.”

They all looked like they wanted to scream. Or kiss you. Or both.

You rubbed the back of your neck. “So… if I said I also maybe kind of have liked you all for a while, but I thought I wasn’t cool enough or rich enough to be anything but your dorky sidekick, would that—?”

Zoey tackled you in a hug before you finished the sentence. Mira joined next, practically climbing on top of both of you, and Rumi just buried her face in your neck and groaned, “Thank the gods. I was about to write a PowerPoint.”

You laughed, arms full of idol girlfriends. “This is the best platonic cuddle pile ever.”

Three heads whipped up.

You grinned. “Joking. Joking. I get it now. You’re my girlfriends. My very hot, famous, terrifyingly cool girlfriends.”

“You’re lucky we love dumbasses,” Mira muttered.

“I think I’m the luckiest dumbass ever,” you beamed.

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[sparklestormandsoda]

This is very self-indulgent but can I request a Mira x masc lesbian rockstar reader? Where the Reader’s whole gimmick is being the “sex appeal” in her band, acting like a player, indulging heated fan interactions, flashing skin on stage, the whole thing. Maybe even with a stage name that goes with her persona like “Sin” or “Lust”

Mira’s a fan of Reader’s band (and reader specifically) but thinks she’s just a lesbian fuck-boy until they actually meet each other and Reader is the sweetest, most genuine golden retriever of a girl who is just so excited to meet Huntr/x (and Mira specifically) and Mira starts to fall for her HARD.

this may be one of my fav requests ngl

Mira had heard all the rumors.

Sin was chaos on legs—leather jackets and lip gloss, low-slung guitars and suggestive grins. The frontwoman of Vixen Vice, the hottest up-and-coming rock band in Asia, had a reputation that pulsed through every girl’s group chat like a live wire. Her stage name alone came with heat: Sin. Not Reader. Not anything soft. Just sin.

She was the “sex appeal” of her group, and she played it like a pro. Half her fan base posted edits of her smirking while unbuttoning her shirt mid-chorus. The other half theorized about what she did after concerts. Between her growly, seductive stage voice, her cropped choppy hair that always looked perfect, the way she twirled her mic stand like a stripper pole, and her dangerous flirtation with every girl in a five-mile radius, Sin had cultivated a very clear image:

Player.

Which is why Mira wasn't exactly thrilled when her manager said Huntrix would be co-headlining a charity concert with Vixen Vice.

“We’re not going to date her,” Zoey had said, poking Mira’s shoulder like it was obvious.

“We’re literally performing for an orphanage,” Rumi added. “Focus.”

“I am focused,” Mira snapped, arms crossed. “I just... I don’t trust girls who play into the ‘lesbian fuckboy’ thing for clout.”

“You sound mad she’s hot,” Zoey muttered.

Mira glared. “I’m mad she’s annoying.”

What she didn’t admit was that she’d watched every Sin performance online. Or that she kept catching herself staring too long at those damn silver chains and that confident smirk. Or that, deep down, she’d always wondered—was it all real?

__

They met backstage after rehearsals.

Mira had her water bottle half-twisted open when the heavy door flew open with a slam.

“HI—I mean, um, hey.”

Sin stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and flushed. Her stage outfit was traded for sweats and a cropped band tee, though her signature jewelry still clinked around her neck and wrists. She was tall—taller than Mira expected—and smelled like peppermint gum and vanilla shampoo.

“I—uh—sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in,” she stammered, already rambling. “I just—okay. I had this whole plan to be cool, but it fell apart the second I saw you. You're really pretty. Even prettier than in videos, which is criminal, by the way. Not that I stalk your videos. Not stalk, stalk—I’m just a huge fan, I swear. I—um, sorry. I talk too much when I’m nervous.”

Mira blinked.

“…You’re nervous?”

Sin gave her a sheepish grin, cheeks tinged pink.

“I’ve followed Huntrix since your debut,” she admitted, fiddling with her rings. “You—you’re my bias. I know I come off really confident on stage, but I’m seriously not smooth in real life. I was so scared you’d think I was fake or just trying to flirt for attention, which—I’m not! I promise! I’ve had the biggest crush on you since your debut, and—” She cut herself off, eyes wide. “Oh god. I said that out loud.”

Mira had not planned on being flustered. She had not planned on her heart fluttering like a middle schooler with her first crush.

This wasn’t Sin.

This was Reader.

The sweet, babbling, golden retriever of a girl underneath all that leather and eyeliner.

“You cried?” Mira teased softly. “During our debut?”

Reader groaned and hid her face in her hands. “I did! I watched the behind-the-scenes where you said you wrote that verse for your grandma and I sobbed, okay?! I’m a Pisces—don’t judge me!”

Mira laughed. Laughed. Not the guarded chuckle she gave fans or the polished idol smile. A real, snort-at-the-end, shocked kind of laugh.

Reader peeked at her through her fingers.

“You’re laughing. I didn’t scare you off?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Mira said, still smiling. “But… kind of adorable.”

That night, they performed one song together—a cover of a romantic ballad. The chemistry was undeniable.

Sin played up the flirtation for the crowd: a wink here, a hip sway there, even circling Mira once with a cocky smirk and a slide of her hand along the mic cord like she was hungry.

But Mira saw the glances.

The way Reader checked to make sure Mira was comfortable. The tiny thumb-up she gave after the first chorus. The way her confident smirk faltered when Mira smiled for real.

And afterwards, alone again in the green room, Mira asked, “Is all that… act?”

Reader hesitated. Then sat down, voice low.

“I grew up watching idols be told they had to be pure and perfect to succeed. So I went the opposite. I made a stage persona that was bold and sexual and unapologetic because I wanted girls like us to feel powerful, y’know?” She glanced up, nervous. “But the real me? I still call my mom before bed. I crochet stupid little frogs. And I’ve had a crush on you since I was eighteen.”

Mira stared.

And then: “Wanna get dinner?”

Reader blinked. “Like… food?”

“Yeah,” Mira said, standing. “You’re sweet. And awkward. And apparently hopelessly into me.”

Reader grinned, eyes sparkling. “That mean you're into me too?”

“It’s a maybe,” Mira smirked, brushing past her. “We’ll see how well you behave over ramen.”

Behind her, Reader pumped her fist like a middle schooler who’d just scored her first goal.

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[sparklestormandsoda]

hii idk if u got my request way before but it was g!p zoey x fem reader smut since you’ve done mira and rumi🙏

since it seems like everyone wanted it - istg 1/4 of my requests was for this- here is is the g!p zoey version

18+ as it contains smut

The dressing room door clicked shut behind you.

Zoey was already seated in the black velvet chair, legs spread wide, one arm slung over the back like she owned the whole damn building. Her performance jacket was half off, chest rising with the leftover adrenaline of Huntrix’s encore. The crowd was still screaming outside. But in here?

Silence. Heat.

“Nice of you to finally show,” she smirked, tugging off her gloves finger by finger. “Thought you were gonna make me come find you, baby.”

You tried to play it cool, but your thighs pressed together.

“I was helping the makeup team. Rumi smudged her eyeliner again.”

Zoey stood. “Don’t care.”

Your breath caught.

She stalked over, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on yours. That usual teasing glint was there—but underneath it? Hunger. You swallowed when her hands settled low on your hips, thumbs dipping just below the waistband of your skirt.

“Y’know what happens when you make me wait, right?” she murmured against your ear.

You shivered.

“Zoey…”

Her name came out like a warning. Or a prayer.

She chuckled. “Aw, don’t get all shy now. You wore this little number knowing I’d be watching.” Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of your stage outfit, dragging up the fabric to expose more skin. “You looked so fuckin’ pretty tonight. All sparkly... made me hard the second I saw you.”

You gasped as she backed you into the vanity table, palms bracing behind you as she leaned in. Her bulge pressed against your thigh—hard, hot, and impossible to ignore. Your stomach flipped.

“Sit up on the table,” she ordered softly. “Now.”

You obeyed without thinking, the cool surface of the vanity counter biting into your thighs as you perched on the edge. Zoey dropped to her knees without breaking eye contact.

“No panties?” she tsked. “Slut.”

Your cheeks burned. “I didn’t want panty lines.”

“Oh, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow anyway.”

Then her mouth was on you.

She wasted no time, tongue parting your folds and licking a slow, wet stripe up your slit. You cried out, hand flying to her hair. Zoey moaned into your pussy like it was the best meal of her life. She sucked your clit into her mouth and flicked it with maddening precision.

“F-fuck—Zoey—!”

You tried to twist away when it got too intense, but her arms locked around your thighs, holding you in place. Her gaze flicked up, eyes heavy-lidded and dark.

“Take it, baby,” she growled against your cunt. “You taste so sweet.”

You came on her tongue with a choked sob, legs shaking as she lapped up every drop. She didn’t stop until your hips bucked from overstimulation, only then pulling away with her mouth and chin glistening.

She stood up and tugged down her pants just enough to free her cock—thick, flushed, and already leaking. Your eyes widened. No matter how many times she fucked you, that moment always made your breath catch.

“Turn around,” Zoey said, voice thick.

You obeyed, heart pounding as you braced yourself on the vanity. The mirror reflected everything—your flushed skin, mussed hair, and Zoey lining herself up behind you with one hand on your waist.

She pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch.

The stretch burned, then melted into bliss.

“Shit,” she groaned, gripping your hips. “So tight…”

She set a slow, deep rhythm—grinding into you with deliberate rolls of her hips. Your hands clawed at the counter for purchase as you rocked back against her.

“Say it,” Zoey panted. “Say you missed my cock.”

“I-I missed it—missed you,” you whimpered.

“That's my girl.”

She started fucking you harder.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls, mixed with your moans and the occasional creak of the vanity table. Zoey was relentless now—grunting softly behind you, one hand reaching around to rub your clit.

You came again with a cry, clenching around her. That did it.

She slammed into you one last time and groaned as she spilled inside, hips twitching.

For a few moments, all you could do was breathe. Her forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. Then Zoey slowly pulled out, cock slick with release and shoved the glob of cum back inside with two fingers.

“Damn,” she muttered, pulling your panties from her jacket pocket—when had she stolen those?—and gently pulled them up your legs. “That’s what you get for teasing me all through soundcheck. Make sure to keep it all in”

You slumped against her, still trembling. “I didn’t—”

“You did,” Zoey said, smug. “And I’m not done. Hotel’s next.”

She kissed your shoulder, then your temple.

“Mic check, baby,” she whispered. “You passed.”

I'm finally free from my shackles

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[sparklestormandsoda]

Hii!💓 I love your writing and I was thinking if you can do a x fem!reader as Velvet and Veneer as their friend or brother or something from trolls band together and them easily braking the honmoon while singing Mount Rageous (I love Velvets high note💕) and maybe add Huntrix trying to stop them like the trolls were in the movie😋, I just want the HUNTR/X and the Saja Boys reactions to this🤭🤭 If you don’t want to do this just ignore this👍🏾‼️

stop i actually love this request sm

Rumi didn’t like the way the air felt.

She stood just behind the curtains of the Seongnam Dome’s rooftop stage, fingers twitching at her side. The crowd was a sea of glowsticks and shrieking devotion, all of it tuned not to Huntrix—but to them.

Reader and Veneer.

The two sibling idols glittered under the lights like they’d been carved from perfection itself. Reader wore a sleeveless gold suit that shimmered with every movement, her mic handle covered in purple crystals. Her brother stood beside her in his copied outfit, both matching, and his voice smooth and intoxicating.

They harmonized like gods. Too perfectly.

“Do you feel it now?” Mira’s voice was sharp, clipped. She stood beside Zoey, arms crossed and eyes glowing faintly violet under her glam contact lenses—no, not just the lenses. It was the magic. The Honmoon was reacting.

Zoey nodded once. “They’re draining the crowd.”

That was it.

It wasn’t just applause or adoration. Every cheer, every scream, every teardrop from a fan’s overwhelmed joy was being siphoned—folded into the gleam of Reader and Veneer’s vocals, feeding something unnatural.

“They’re not just stealing idol voices anymore,” Mira muttered. “They’re feeding off devotion.”

__Earlier That Week__

Huntrix hadn’t suspected a thing at first. Reader was charming, sweet, and talented. She brought handwritten macaron boxes backstage after a collab shoot. Zoey even joked about inviting her out for karaoke. And Veneer? Sleek and smiley. Knew his lighting angles too well.

But then Huntrix’s own backup singer, Hana, collapsed.

No curse marks. No hexes. But her voice—gone. Permanently.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Within days, a pattern emerged. Rookie idols dropping out after fainting during rehearsals. Vocalists "retiring" mysteriously. And always, Reader and Veneer were nearby, their own voices rising impossibly, unnaturally strong.

__

The song hit its climax. A stadium-wide spectacle of smoke, confetti, and glowing light panels rose behind Reader and Veneer like a throne.

Reader belted the notes to their world-wide sensation "Mount Rageous", her voice soaring like it was stitched with silk and starlight.

Huntrix burst onto the stage.

The crowd screamed—not in fear, but excitement. They thought it was a stunt.

Reader’s smile didn’t falter. In fact, it widened.

“Rumi!” Zoey shouted. “The Honmoon!”

Reader turned slightly, mic still poised near her lips, eyes locking with Rumi’s.

“Oh dear,” she said sweetly, like spotting an old friend in a café. “To what do we owe this unexpected visit?”

“You’re using the wrong kind of power,” Mira said, voice shaking with fury.

“No,” Veneer said coolly, slipping an arm around his sister’s waist. “We’re evolving it.”

The instrumental behind them twisted—digital and orchestral, rich with stolen talent—and they danced. Reader spun, then dipped under her brother’s outstretched arm, laughing as if it were just another encore.

They sang with everything they had. And every note cracked the Honmoon a little more. Like spiderwebs of light cracking through the night sky. Only Huntrix could see it.

Demons stirred.

The balance was failing.

And Reader and Veneer?

They were already halfway to the rooftop helipad.

“Zoey!” Rumi barked.

Zoey hesitated—chase them or stop and try to keep the Honmoon from collapsing?

Reader turned once more, catching Rumi’s eye. “We’ll see you on the charts,” she purred.

Now standing on the highest point above the crowd of fans, she finished the song, hitting the final high points with a large grin on her face.

Then they vanished behind green smoke that filled the air.

Huntrix stood there on the stage, breathless—frozen in the aftermath of sound and spectacle. The roar of the crowd hadn’t died; it had transformed, warped, like a spell echoing long after it had been cast.

The lights still pulsed. The glitter still fell. But the Honmoon that protected the world... It was thinning.

Rumi’s hands curled into fists at her sides.

Mira stared at the sky, voice low. “They fractured it.”

Above them, the Honmoon flickered—veins of violet light tracing across the protective barrier like hairline fractures in glass. Silent, invisible to the human eye… but not to them.

Not to demon hunters.

Zoey was the first to speak. “Do we go after them?”

Silence.

Then, Rumi turned toward the crowd, still cheering, still blind to what had just happened.

“No,” she said. “We fix the Honmoon first.”

Behind them, green smoke twisted one last time before vanishing into the wind.

And somewhere far above the city, Reader and Veneer were already composing their next song.

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[sparklestormandsoda]

If you’re open to AUs, Spider-Woman reader who gets hurt during a fight and is totally able to hide the injury…for a complete total of 10 seconds. The girls find out Reader is injured and idk you can go from there, just please be fluffy if you

yas i fw au's

The demon never landed a clean hit—not really. Reader moved like lightning, webbing it up mid-lunge, flipping off a building’s edge, and cracking a joke while yanking a support beam down on its head. The fight was messy, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

Or so she thought.

It wasn’t until after Huntrix sealed the Honmoon breach and the sky stopped bleeding red that Rumi said it.

"You're walking funny."

"I'm walking cool," Reader grinned, brushing off a smear of blood from her jaw. "There's a difference."

Rumi raised an eyebrow. Mira glanced over. Zoey, too distracted tying up loose ends and any remaining demons, didn’t catch it. Yet.

But the way Reader winced just a little when she crouched down?

Yeah. That was the end of her acting career.

“You’re hurt,” Mira said sharply.

“I’m not,” Reader said immediately.

“You’re literally bleeding through your suit,” Rumi added, voice low and dangerously unimpressed.

Reader looked down.

Ah. So she was bleeding through her suit.

A clean tear across her side, hidden under the black and red spider-patterned fabric, now sticky with blood and webbing residue. Not deep, not life-threatening. Just stupid. Just painful.

Just enough for Mira to start fussing immediately.

“I told you not to take the front line alone—”

“I had it under control—”

“You flipped off a lamp post mid-battle and taunted the demon, Reader!”

“Okay, but it was funny!”

Zoey finally looked up, blinking. “Wait. You’re bleeding?”

All three of them crowded her in an instant. Reader had fought off eldritch horrors, radioactive nightmares, and one very persistent ex who also had spider powers—but nothing was scarier than three idol-demon-hunters glaring at her like she’d kicked a puppy.

Zoey placed a gentle hand on her arm, her teasing smile dropping. “You okay? For real?”

Reader hesitated. “...Little dizzy. Kind of stingy. Not the worst Tuesday I’ve had.”

And then, like the dramatic hero she was, she fainted.

__

She woke up on Mira’s lap.

There was a cool cloth pressed against her forehead, warm hands wrapping a bandage around her side, and the faint scent of vanilla and ozone—Zoey’s body spray. Someone was humming softly.

“…You dumbass,” Mira muttered, voice trembling slightly. “You scared the hell out of us.”

“I thought I was being cool,” Reader mumbled weakly.

“You were being reckless,” Rumi said from across the room, arms crossed and pacing. “You think we care if you win the fight? We care if you come back.”

Zoey leaned down and kissed her cheek, careful and featherlight. “You don’t have to impress us, y’know. You’re already kind of our favorite person.”

“Kind of?” Reader slurred.

“All right, definitely,” Zoey giggled.

“You’re not invincible,” Mira said more softly, brushing a hand through her hair. “Even if you climb walls and crack jokes like you are. Let us protect you too, sometimes.”

A pause. Reader’s eyes fluttered open again.

“…So none of you saw the flip I did off the lamp post?”

Zoey, Mira, and Rumi all groaned in unison.

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[sparklestormandsoda]

You know what would be hilarious? A Reader x Rumi with Reader tweeting:

"Embracing my demons this year. French kissing them. Might fuck them."

Not knowing her childhood bestfriend Rumi is in fact Half-Demon, and has been pining after her for years.

tehe

You sat cross-legged on your couch, hoodie sleeves swallowed past your hands as you tapped your phone with casual chaos.

@yourhandle: Embracing my demons this year. French kissing them. Might fuck them. 😌

You grinned, proud. Vaguely horny. Vaguely dramatic. Your followers would eat it up.

Down the hall, your best friend of nearly fifteen years, Rumi, dropped the mug she’d been holding. It shattered in the kitchen sink.

“…Rumi?” you called. “You good?”

“Fine!” her voice cracked an octave too high.

She turned away from the shards and braced her hands on the counter, breathing hard. Her glowing eyes—normally hidden, muted—flared hot for a split second before she wrestled them back into human.

She'd survived a decade of late-night sleepovers. Watched you cry through heartbreaks, laugh at horror movies, walk around in those short-shorts with zero awareness. She'd carried the weight of wanting you without ruining what you had. She never planned to tell you the truth.

But then you had to tweet that.

“Rumi?” you peeked in, blinking. “You sure you're okay?”

She turned slowly, eyes unreadable.

“...What exactly did you mean by that tweet?”

You laughed. “I don’t know. Felt like being chaotic. Why? You jealous of a demon?”

Her jaw clenched. She stepped forward. Just one step. It was enough to change the air.

“Maybe I am.”

You blinked. “Huh—”

“I’m half-demon,” she finally admitted, voice low. “You want to embrace your demons, kiss them, fuck them?”

The air caught in your throat.

“I’ve been here this whole time.”

Rumi took another step forward.

It wasn’t threatening—but it wasn’t safe, either. The kitchen light caught the sharp line of her cheekbone, the slight twitch of something restrained under her skin. Like power. Like hunger.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“You’re not joking,” you said, voice quieter now.

“No,” she murmured. “I’ve never joked about you.”

She stopped in front of you, barely inches away. You could smell her—faint sandalwood and something warm, like fire just before it burns too hot. Her gaze flicked down to your lips, then back up. She looked…frustrated. Devastated. Starving.

“How long have you—”

“Since we were sixteen,” she whispered.

Your breath hitched.

“You were always… reckless,” she continued, voice low. “Saying things like, ‘I’d sell my soul for good fries,’ or ‘If a demon looked like that, I’d let them ruin me.’ I laughed. I acted cool. But inside, I was screaming.”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rumi’s eyes darkened—literally. Her one pupil stretched unnaturally wide, and for just a moment, it glowed golden. “Would you have believed me? Back then?”

“…No,” you admitted, heartbeat loud in your ears. “But I believe you now.”

Silence.

Thick, charged.

Her hand reached up—tentative at first—fingertips now claws brushing your jaw. Gentle. Careful. Like she expected you to flinch.

You didn’t.

“You tweeted that like it was a joke,” she murmured. “But do you know what that does to someone like me? I’ve spent years pretending I didn’t want to pin you against a wall just to hear the noises you’d make.”

Your legs trembled, knees weakening. “Holy shit, Rumi—”

She cut you off with a smile, small and dangerous. “Too much?”

“No,” you said quickly. “Just… new.”

Her thumb brushed your bottom lip, slow and deliberate.

“Then let me ask you again. You said you wanted to embrace your demons this year…” She leaned in, her voice a breath at your ear. “Do you mean it?”

Your pulse stuttered. You could feel the heat rolling off her body now—supernatural, not entirely human. Her scent was making it hard to think. Her lips were so close, and suddenly, everything in you was screaming yes.

“Yes,” you whispered.

She kissed you.

Not soft.

Not shy.

It was molten—years of longing pressed into one single, blistering touch. Her hand cradled the back of your head, the other gripping your hip like she was afraid you’d vanish. You melted into her with a sound you’d never made before—half moan, half sigh, all surrender.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes blazing. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

You stared at her, lips swollen, head spinning.

“…Don’t you fucking dare.”

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[sparklestormandsoda]

Question about the demigod asks, are you open for other pantheons/gods aside from the Greeks? Like the shinto pantheon, the Aztecs, Norse, Celtic, or Sumerian?

as much as i would love to venture into others, i don't really know much about any other besides greek 😭

[sparklestormandsoda]

You are keeping me FED with how well you’ve written my requests! Back again for the final installment: Huntrix x Mira’s girlfriend.

Mira and Reader have been dating long before Huntrix formed, as awkward, wild teenagers. They were each other’s first everything: first kiss, first time, first relationship. They’re secure, they’re affectionate, they’re each other’s.

Zoey and Rumi are incredibly attracted to Reader, and have been trying desperately to hide it from both her and Mira but they get worse at it over time. I imagine Zoey went to talk to Rumi about it at one point, thinking “Rumi can help me, she’ll tell me I’m being stupid and need to let this go” and then Rumi immediately puts her head in her hands and tells Zoey she’s in the exact same boat.

Mira would be SMUG oh my god. At first she’d just watch her friends fumble and freeze up and backtrack like adorable losers (and love every second of it) and then she’d sit her girlfriend down to talk about it. Bonus if Reader is completely oblivious until Mira says something but is then immediately as game as Mira is.

Mira gets the idea to make Reader tease her best friends’ by getting touchier and more obvious until they crack …. And then? I shan’t say… jk

And then they all bang <3

raaaaaaaaaa

they banged again <3

18+ as this contains smut

Mira had been in love with her girlfriend since before Huntrix, before idol life, before the flashy stage lights and demon-slaying stakes. Back when they were just dumb teens who made out behind convenience stores and texted each other cheesy song lyrics with all the sincerity in the world.

Reader had been her first. First kiss, first hand held, first time. First love.

And even now—with fans screaming their names, with agents and interviews and missions—Mira still came home to her. Still curled into her arms. Still felt like the luckiest damn girl alive.

That’s what made this whole situation so hilarious.

Because Mira had noticed immediately when Zoey and Rumi started acting weird around her girlfriend.

Zoey, normally brash and cocky, suddenly clammed up when Reader walked into the room wearing short shorts. She’d stutter mid-sentence, blush like hell, or—Mira’s favorite—accidentally look and then nearly choke trying to look away.

Rumi was quieter about it. That dreamy, aloof mask stayed mostly in place… except when she thought no one was watching. Her gaze would track Reader like gravity, and sometimes, just sometimes, her hands would linger a second too long when they brushed on the couch.

Mira noticed.

Of course she noticed.

She didn’t say anything for weeks. Just watched.

And laughed to herself.

Zoey had eventually broken.

“I need to talk to you,” she’d said, cornering Rumi in the practice room, tugging her in by the wrist like it was a crisis.

“I think I’m in love with our best friend’s girlfriend,” Zoey blurted the moment the door clicked shut.

Rumi blinked at her. Slowly. Then sighed.

“Oh my god.”

“…What?”

Rumi dropped her face into her hands.

“I’m in the exact same boat, you idiot.”

Zoey went pale. “No. No-no-no, we can’t both—”

“We do.” Rumi groaned. “We’re screwed.”

Mira sat Reader down three days later, legs slung over her girlfriend’s lap on their shared bed, fingers playing absently with the hem of her oversized tee.

“Babe.” She was grinning. Already enjoying herself. “You know Zoey and Rumi are, like… feral for you, right?”

Reader blinked at her, halfway through scrolling.

“…Huh?”

“They’re into you,” Mira said, sing-song, eyes sparkling. “Like, painfully into you. It’s so bad. It’s amazing.”

Reader laughed. “No they’re not.”

“Oh my god.” Mira’s grin turned into a smirk. “You have no idea. No wonder they’re going crazy—you’re adorable and dense.”

“Wait, wait—are you serious?”

“I caught Zoey walking into a door because you bent over in front of her. Rumi turned bright red because you called her ‘baby’ without thinking.” Mira leaned in, biting her lip. “They’re totally gone. And they’re trying so hard not to be.”

Reader looked stunned. And then a little amused. And then… thoughtful.

“…You wanna mess with them, don’t you?”

Mira beamed.

“I absolutely do.”

It started slow. Innocent.

Reader started wearing Mira’s tank tops around the dorm again—cropped, low cut, little things that showed off her waist and collarbones and the marks Mira sometimes left. She sat a little closer on the couch. Laughed more, touched more. Rested her hand on Rumi’s thigh and left it there.

Zoey choked on her water. Rumi dropped her phone.

Mira just watched from the corner, smug as hell.

Reader caught on fast. Too fast. She was just as bad as Mira now.

“Zoey, can you help me zip this?” she asked one morning, looking over her shoulder with the world’s softest voice. The dress was halfway up her back, loose and clinging to her hips.

Zoey froze. “I—I—yeah. Sure. Yeah.”

She fumbled with the zipper, hands shaking, until Reader giggled and leaned back into her, lips near her ear.

“You okay?”

Zoey practically fled the room.

Rumi held out longer. But not much.

She lasted until Reader called her “pretty girl” while feeding her a bite of cake Mira had made.

The fork stopped halfway to her mouth.

And Rumi made a sound.

Mira leaned into her girlfriend’s side and whispered, “Told you.”

The breaking point came on a rainy night. Practice had run long. Everyone was tired, soaked, achy. Reader suggested a movie. Mira, of course, suggested cuddling.

She sat with Reader in the middle of the couch, arms slung possessively around her waist. Zoey ended up on one side. Rumi on the other.

Halfway through the film, Reader stretched. Her shirt rode up. Mira’s hand slid under to rest on bare skin.

Rumi’s breath caught. Zoey visibly clenched her fists.

Mira’s voice was soft, low, just for her girlfriend.

“They’re about to snap.”

Reader smiled. “Let’s help them.”

She shifted, leaned into Zoey first—her cheek against the other girl’s shoulder, breath warm.

“You’re warm,” she said sweetly.

Zoey’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.

Then she turned to Rumi.

“Hey, pretty. You okay? You’ve been staring at my lips all day.”

Rumi made a noise. An honest, needy little groan.

Then—finally—Zoey broke.

She surged forward, mouth crashing to Reader’s.

Rumi followed instantly, pulling Reader by the jaw and kissing the other side of her mouth, hands trembling.

Reader gasped, a little caught off guard—then laughed into both kisses, warm and dizzy.

Mira tilted her head back and howled.

“I knew it,” she cackled, before grabbing Zoey by the hair and dragging her into a kiss too. “God, you two are so easy.”

__

Mira’s grin was downright wicked as Reader crawled over her, straddling her hips like it was second nature.

“God, you’re hot,” Mira whispered, voice hoarse, fingertips sliding up her girlfriend’s thighs. “You know that? Teasing them like that… fuck. I should reward you.”

Reader leaned down, kissing her softly—sweet, familiar. Mira sighed into her mouth, threading her fingers into her hair and pulling her close.

Behind them, Rumi and Zoey were still breathless, dazed, half-naked and flushed from where they’d been dragged into a kiss so deep they forgot how to think.

Reader turned to them, lips wet, cheeks flushed.

“You two still want this?”

Zoey’s mouth opened. No sound came out, but her nod was frantic.

Rumi didn’t speak either—just crawled forward on shaky arms, eyes glued to Reader’s mouth like she was still mesmerized.

Mira sat back and spread her legs slightly, pulling Reader down to sit over one thigh.

“She’s yours tonight,” Mira said lazily, watching Zoey and Rumi with half-lidded eyes. “But don’t forget… she’s mine first.”

Reader smiled, slow and cruel and hungry.

“C’mere, Zoey.”

Zoey obeyed immediately, climbing over like a woman starved. She leaned in to kiss Reader again, but this time she was trembling, needy, hands fumbling.

Reader grabbed her by the jaw and tilted her chin up.

“So eager.”

“I can’t help it,” Zoey breathed. “You—fuck, you drive me crazy—”

“Then take it out on me,” Reader whispered. “Touch me.”

Zoey’s hands slid up under her shirt, shaky at first—then bolder. Reader hissed at the contact, hips rolling unconsciously against Mira’s thigh, and Mira groaned.

“God, keep doing that.”

Rumi was on her knees now too, watching, eyes wide.

“Come here, pretty,” Mira said, crooking a finger. “Let me play with you while she handles Zoey.”

Rumi crawled over, letting Mira pull her into her lap, straddling one thigh while Mira kissed her jaw.

“You’ve been staring at her for weeks,” Mira murmured into Rumi’s ear, one hand slipping under her panties. “Didn’t think I noticed?”

Rumi gasped, bucking. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, you meant it.” Mira nipped her earlobe. “You wanted her, and now you’re getting her. Be good and I’ll let you come.”

Reader had Zoey on her back now, straddling one thigh and grinding slowly.

“You’ve been dying to touch me,” Reader purred, unhooking Zoey’s bra. “So go ahead.”

Zoey’s hands came up, cupping Reader’s tits like they were holy. Her thumbs brushed the nipples, earning a moan.

Reader’s eyes fluttered, and then she reached down—grabbed Zoey’s hands and pinned them over her head.

“But not too fast.”

Zoey whimpered.

Rumi was whimpering too—grinding hard against Mira’s fingers now, her face buried in Mira’s neck.

“She’s so sensitive,” Mira cooed, licking a stripe up her throat. “She’s already close, baby. Want to see her break?”

Reader grinned. “I want to make both of them cry.”

She slid down Zoey’s body slowly, dragging her tongue between her breasts, down her stomach, until she was kneeling between her legs.

“You’ve wanted this for how long?”

Zoey’s thighs trembled. “Too long. Please.”

Reader kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other.

“Use your words.”

“I want your mouth,” Zoey begged. “Please, I need it—need you—”

Reader finally leaned in, licking a slow stripe through her folds—and Zoey howled.

Mira laughed, still fingering Rumi with one hand and cupping her jaw with the other.

“You hear her, baby? That’s the sound of a girl losing it for you.”

Reader moaned into Zoey’s cunt, letting her tongue curl and tease, flatten and press. Zoey was gasping, hips lifting, nearly sobbing from how good it felt.

Rumi couldn’t take it.

“I want—” she whimpered, clinging to Mira’s shirt. “Want her too—please, please—”

Mira kissed her, deep and slow, then pulled her off her lap.

“Then get over there and ride her face, sweetheart.”

Rumi’s pupils blew wide. “What?”

“You heard me. She can handle you both.”

Reader glanced up, smirking. “Get up here, Rumi. I’ve got room.”

Zoey whined as Reader pulled back momentarily—but then gasped when Rumi swung a leg over Reader’s shoulders.

Reader looked hungry.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered, kissing the inside of Rumi’s thigh.

“I’ve never—”

“I’ll take care of you.”

And then she dove in, licking deep and slow, her hands braced on Zoey’s hips as she pulled them both in.

The sound that left Rumi was downright filthy.

Zoey’s hand flew to Reader’s hair, tugging, desperate.

“She’s—she’s gonna make me come again—”

“You better,” Mira said, sliding in behind Zoey now, one hand slipping between her legs. “But only when she says.”

Reader moaned into both of them, soaking in their cries, their shaking thighs, the way they clung to her.

“Come for me,” she finally said, voice dark and wrecked. “Now.”

And they did.

Rumi cried out, shaking above her. Zoey arched hard, legs trembling, practically sobbing.

Reader didn’t stop.

Not until they collapsed beside her, dazed and shaking.

Not until Mira leaned in and kissed her slow, possessive, proud.

“You’re perfect,” Mira whispered. “They’re gonna be addicted now.”

Reader wiped her mouth and grinned, cheeks flushed, eyes wild.

“Good,” she said. “Let them be.”

Zoey had barely caught her breath when she reached out for Reader again—half-drunk on orgasm, brain turned to static.

“I need more,” she whispered, dragging herself over Reader’s body like it was magnetic. “Please. Please, I’m not done—”

Rumi wasn’t much better. She lay flushed and ruined on the other side of the bed, pupils huge, lips swollen, her thighs still twitching. But her hand crept across the mattress anyway, fingers curling in the fabric of Reader’s shirt.

“Touch me again,” she begged. “I can take it. I need to take it.”

Mira, of course, was grinning like the little chaos god she was.

“Well, someone’s turned them into addicts,” she purred, slipping off the bed and crossing to the drawer with that signature swing in her hips. “Guess I’ll have to help you handle them, huh babe?”

She opened it. Pulled out the harness.

Reader’s breath caught.

Oh yes.

Mira tossed the strap-on onto the bed with a smirk, then started buckling it onto herself slowly, teasingly, her eyes locked on her girl.

“Sit them up,” Mira said. “I want you on your knees between them. Let them taste you while I fuck you.”

Reader nearly moaned. Her whole body buzzed with want.

She hauled herself up, grabbing Zoey by the jaw and kissing her hard—no warning, no sweetness, just tongue and teeth and desperation. Zoey melted instantly, gasping, clinging to her like she’d die if Reader let go.

Rumi followed the second Reader turned, kissing her with a hunger that made her whimper. Her hands shook as she slid them under Reader’s shirt, nails dragging over hot skin.

“I want to taste her too,” Rumi whispered, looking up at Mira with glazed eyes.

“You will,” Mira promised. “Take her panties off. Both of you. Now.”

Zoey moved first, crawling between Reader’s thighs, her fingers trembling as she hooked the waistband and dragged them down slow.

“She’s so wet,” she whispered reverently. “She was licking us and now—”

“Open your mouth,” Reader said breathlessly.

Zoey did.

And Reader pressed her slick folds against her tongue.

Zoey moaned like a girl in prayer.

Mira climbed onto the bed behind her girlfriend, now fully strapped and throbbing at the sight.

“Hold still, baby,” she said low, kissing her neck. “Let me in.”

Reader braced herself on trembling arms, still grinding into Zoey’s eager mouth as Mira lined up and thrust in hard.

Her cry was strangled—half scream, half moan—and both Zoey and Rumi shivered at the sound.

“Fuck—Mira—”

“You take me so well,” Mira growled, gripping her hips. “Look at them. Look what you did.”

Zoey was moaning under her, licking everywhere, shaking from the intensity.

Rumi kissed Reader’s side, her ribs, her breasts—trailing soft worship up her skin.

“Please,” Rumi begged. “Let me—”

Reader grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved her mouth to her chest.

“Then suck.”

Rumi obeyed instantly, her tongue circling a nipple before she latched on and sucked hard, moaning into it like she was starved.

Mira’s pace was brutal now—deep, precise thrusts that hit that spot again and again. She leaned over Reader’s back, dragging her teeth down her spine, one hand reaching around to play with her clit that Zoey had popped out of her mouth.

“You’re such a fucking goddess,” Mira whispered, voice wrecked. “Look at them—fucking look.”

Reader did. Zoey was crying into her pussy now, grinding against the bed for friction while Rumi sucked one tit and groped the other, wide-eyed and desperate.

“You’re ruining them,” Mira whispered. “You’re making them yours.”

“I want to hear them say it,” Reader gasped.

“Say what, baby?” Mira teased, thrusting harder. “Say whose slut they are?”

Reader nodded, nearly drooling. “Yes.”

Zoey lifted her head, mouth and chin wet, eyes wild.

“I’m yours. I’m yours, please—”

Rumi followed, her lips still on Reader’s breast. “I’ll do anything. I want to be yours. Please fuck me next.”

Reader’s head lolled back into Mira’s shoulder.

“Babe,” she gasped. “I need more. I need to break them.”

Mira licked her neck.

“Then let’s trade places.”

Rumi was shaking when Reader slipped the strap-on on.

She lay flat on her back, legs wide, begging without saying a word.

Reader didn’t go easy.

She pressed in deep on the first thrust, grabbing Rumi by the hips and slamming forward until she screamed.

“You wanted this,” Reader growled. “All that staring. All that pretending. You wanted me to fuck you like this.”

“Yes,” Rumi sobbed. “Yes, yes—please, don’t stop—”

Zoey was behind her now, clinging to Mira’s lap while Mira made her ride her cock. Mira held her ass and fucked up into her, whispering filth into her ear.

“Look at her,” Mira said, tugging Zoey’s hair so she’d face Rumi. “Look how good your girlfriend is at ruining people.”

Zoey came again just from watching.

And Reader? Reader didn’t stop until Rumi begged for mercy.

Until her legs gave out.

Until Mira had to pry her off.

They collapsed in a pile—sweaty, shaking, tangled up and panting.

Mira lay on her back, arms lazily wrapped around all three girls, Reader curled against her side.

“Jesus Christ,” Zoey mumbled. “I’m in love with both of you.”

Rumi whimpered into Reader’s shoulder. “That was—insane.”

Reader grinned.

“Good.”

She looked up at Mira and kissed her slowly.

Then whispered, “Round three?”

Mira laughed.

“Oh baby. You know they’ll say yes.”

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Hello Can I request reader eating mira out and mira pulling on readers hair, mira is a sub in this situation preferably

it's currently 3:22 am as i write this

18+ as it contains smut

The door clicked shut behind you with a soft finality, the sound echoing across the empty dance studio. Mira didn’t notice you at first. Her back was to you, head tilted down in concentration, the slow sway of her hips mirroring the pulsing beat from her phone’s speaker. She wore nothing but a black tank top and tiny cotton shorts, the kind that clung to her every move.

You leaned against the mirror and watched. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands sticking to her sweat-slicked neck. She caught your reflection a moment later and stopped mid-move, breath catching in her throat.

“I thought you went home,” she said quietly, but her voice carried.

“I came back for you.” You pushed off the mirror and took a slow step forward. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked earlier. On stage. In those red boots.”

Her eyes darted to the floor, cheeks flushing pink.

“Mira,” you said, voice lower now, hands slipping around her waist from behind. “You stayed late to practice, didn’t you?”

She nodded, barely.

“So dedicated,” you murmured, lips brushing her ear. “But I think you need a different kind of attention right now.”

She tensed, ever so slightly. But she didn’t pull away.

“I... I haven’t showered yet,” she whispered. “I’m sweaty.”

You turned her around and cupped her face. "Don't care.”

Your kiss was slow but claiming, tongue dragging over hers as your fingers slid up under her tank top. She moaned when your nails scraped lightly over her ribs. Her body melted under your touch, pliant and warm.

“Take this off,” you said, tugging at the hem.

She obeyed without hesitation, arms raised as you stripped the fabric over her head. You kissed down her collarbone, pausing to suck at the soft skin just below her neck. Mira whimpered.

You dropped to your knees before her, hands running down her thighs, thumbs brushing the crease where her legs met her hips. The studio lights gleamed against the sheen on her inner thighs. You looked up at her, lips barely grazing the waistband of her shorts.

“Can I?” you asked.

She bit her lip and nodded quickly.

“No,” you said. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” Mira breathed, voice small. “Please.”

You hooked your fingers into her waistband and dragged her shorts down her legs, watching as she stepped out of them. No underwear. Your eyes flicked up to hers.

“Were you hoping I’d come back?”

She hesitated, then whispered, “Maybe.”

You smirked. “Then let me give you what you need.”

You leaned in and licked slowly, deliberately, up the length of her pussy. Mira’s knees buckled. Her hand flew to your head, fingers tangling tightly in your hair. You groaned into her, loving the way she gasped as your tongue circled her clit.

“F-fuck, Reader—”

You dragged your hands behind her thighs and pulled her in closer, flattening your tongue against her, devouring her like she was the only thing in the world. Mira whimpered, already shaking.

She clutched your hair tighter, tugging hard enough to sting. You moaned louder, the pain only spurring you on.

Her hips rocked helplessly against your mouth. “Please don’t stop. Please—oh, gods—Reader—”

You sucked her clit between your lips and flicked it mercilessly. She cried out, fingers pulling hard. Her thighs trembled around your shoulders.

You slipped one hand between her legs, letting a single finger sink into her slick heat. Mira’s head fell back with a strangled sound.

“Gods—you’re gonna make me—”

You added a second finger, curling just right, tongue never leaving her clit. Mira’s grip in your hair turned brutal, grounding herself as the waves hit.

She came with a sharp cry, legs nearly giving out as she clung to your head like an anchor. You held her through it, tongue easing her down gently, fingers slowing but staying buried inside her.

When she finally let go of your hair, she was panting, skin flushed and glowing with sweat.

You stood, gently pulling her into your arms. Her head dropped onto your shoulder.

“That,” she murmured breathlessly, “was unfair.”

You kissed the top of her head. “You’re still standing. I can fix that.”

Her laugh was soft, dazed. “You’re dangerous.”

“And you’re beautiful when you’re falling apart.”

You felt her shiver against you.

“Say my name again,” you whispered.

She looked up at you, eyes glassy.

“Reader,” she said, reverent. “Please...”

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PART TWO OF STREAMER READER

RAHHHH

- claiming 🍻 if no one has

we've reached 500 followers!! yippieyippie. therefor, i bestow upon yall, part 2 of streamer!reader.

18+ as it contains smut

You wake up to sunlight and silk sheets and the faint sound of Rumi arguing with a waffle maker in the kitchen.

Jet lag punches you in the face, but then—

You remember where you are.

South Korea.

Huntrix’s penthouse.

And you didn’t hallucinate the donation. Or the flight. Or Mira deadpanning, “She’s hot. I like her,” within the first sixty seconds of meeting you at the airport.

A knock on the door. “You decent?” Zoey calls, cracking it open with zero hesitation.

You’re not. You’re in one of their oversized shirts, drowning in soft fabric that smells like vanilla and danger.

Zoey looks like sin in joggers and a tank top, brushing hair from her face as she grins. “You hungry? Rumi’s threatening the waffle iron. It’s a whole event.”

Later you’re sitting cross-legged on their living room floor, eating heart-shaped waffles while Rumi dramatically reads you the worst fanfics the group has ever been tagged in.

“And then she bit the demon’s wing off,” Rumi deadpans. “Like it was a chicken wing. I had to log off.”

You’re crying laughing.

“Wait—wait.” You wheeze. “Was that the fic where you and Mira get kidnapped by mermaids and the sea king wants to marry Zoey—”

“DO NOT bring up the mermaids,” Mira warns.

“She still has nightmares,” Zoey stage-whispers.

You’re half in love already.

That afternoon they take you around Seoul like it’s a date.

Rumi drags you into a designer store and insists on dressing you up like a doll. “You’re with us now,” she hums, adjusting your collar. “Can’t have you looking anything less than gorgeous.”

Zoey insists on street food. You eat tteokbokki and nearly die from the spice, only for her to smugly feed you something sweeter after.

Mira doesn’t say much, but when you sit next to her on the Han River ferry, she casually takes your hand like it’s nothing.

Like it’s always been that way.

You glance down at your joined fingers.

She notices. Tightens her grip slightly.

“Don’t overthink it,” she murmurs.

Your stomach flips.

That evening you’re all curled on their couch, playing some chaotic K-pop trivia game that turns into a drinking challenge. Every time you get something wrong, they gang up on you—Zoey feeding you wrong answers, Rumi doing distracting things with her hands, Mira straight-up lying with a stone-cold expression.

“No way your fandom name is ‘Hunties.’ That sounds horrible,” you protest.

“It’s not,” Zoey giggles. “It's actually 'Hunters'.”

You take another shot.

At some point, you end up laying across all three of them like a human body pillow. Rumi is braiding your hair. Mira is sketching lazy circles on your hip. Zoey is scrolling on your stream setup, grinning.

“Should we go live?” she asks, eyes sparkling. “Your followers would love it”

Your heart skips.

You nod.

When the stream starts, you’re seated at a sleek table, lights soft, all three members of Huntrix around you like they’ve been sculpted by the gods and dropped into a Twitch thumbnail.

Chat immediately loses its mind.

“IS THIS A FEVER DREAM??” “READER BAGGED HUNTRIX????” “NO WAY THEY’RE REAL” “THEY LOOK SO TOUCHY 😭” “WAIT RUMI JUST—HER HAND—”

And yeah, Rumi’s hand is on your knee again.

“You all act like I seduced them,” you joke, heart pounding.

“You did seduce us,” Zoey says in your ear.

“She offered snacks and a signed consent form,” Mira adds. “Very romantic.”

The flirting escalates. The touches linger. The chat gets spicy.

Zoey’s fingers graze your thigh. Rumi whispers something sinful in your ear. Mira’s hand slides higher with zero hesitation.

You kill the stream before it turns into a live cam site.

But the second it’s off—

They’re on you.

The second the stream cuts off, Zoey’s in your lap.

Not politely. Not like she’s asking.

She climbs you with a grin that’s all teeth and heat, grabbing your face in both hands and kissing you like you already belong to her. Tongue, teeth, lips—you don’t even have time to breathe before her mouth devours you.

Behind her, Rumi is tugging your hoodie off, fingers skating across your bare stomach. “We’re not holding back,” she purrs, dragging the hem up. “Not after all that talk.”

You’re already trembling.

“Thought you were ready for us, baby,” Mira murmurs near your ear. Her hands are firm, sure, guiding you back against the cushions, pinning your wrists above your head while Zoey kisses down your neck.

“I am,” you pant. “I meant it—every word—”

“Good,” Zoey growls, slipping her hand down your shorts. “Because we’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

They take their time.

Rumi’s mouth is the first to trail lower, licking a stripe up your inner thigh while Zoey distracts you with lazy kisses. You’re so sensitive it nearly makes you jerk, but Mira is still holding your wrists down, watching with lidded eyes.

“So eager,” Rumi murmurs. “Already this wet for us, and we haven’t even started.”

She kisses the fabric of your underwear and you whine. She does it again, tongue dragging so slowly across the damp spot that you twitch, breath stuttering.

Then Zoey slides two fingers under the waistband and Rumi pulls your panties down in one fluid motion.

You gasp as cool air hits you, but then Rumi’s mouth is on you and thinking stops entirely.

She licks like she’s starving—like she’s wanted to taste you since the day she saw your unhinged little thirst rant.

She moans into it. “Oh, god. You taste better than I dreamed.”

“D-dreamed—?”

“She touched herself to your clip,” Mira whispers into your ear. “Over and over. Said your voice made her crazy.”

You moan, helpless under her hands, while Zoey kisses down your chest and finally takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking slow and deep. One of her hands tangles in your hair, the other slipping between your legs to join Rumi.

“Can you take more?” Zoey breathes, eyes locked on yours.

You nod, frantic.

Mira releases your wrists, just barely. “Then show us. Be good and we’ll reward you.”

They break you. Beautifully.

Zoey fingers you deep, curling and pressing just right while Rumi eats you out like she’s worshipping at an altar. You’re soaked, hips jerking, whimpers falling from your lips so freely it’s obscene.

You don’t even realize Mira’s slipped behind you until you feel her chest against your back—and then her hand slides down your front, softly gripping your throat as she praises you.

“So pretty,” she murmurs. “So perfect for us. Can’t wait to ruin you properly.”

“Y-you’re already ruining me—!”

“Not yet,” Zoey says, kissing you with wet fingers. “But you’re close.”

They don’t let up.

Rumi’s tongue circles your clit in teasing little figure-eights. Zoey’s fingers thrust deeper, harder, perfectly synced. Mira holds you still, her other hand tweaking your nipples while she talks you through it.

“That’s it. Let go for us, sweetheart. You’ve been so good—just a little more.”

You fall apart.

You scream, thighs shaking, your whole body seizing in their grip as the orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. You’d collapse if they weren’t holding you, kissing you, licking you clean.

But they’re not done.

They take turns.

Zoey flips you over, kisses down your spine, and buries her face between your legs before you’ve even recovered. She’s messier than Rumi, sloppier, louder—moaning against you like she’s addicted, like your taste is the only thing keeping her alive.

Her tongue flicks in just right, and you’re already shaking again.

Mira’s straddling your face before you can beg for a break. “You can use that mouth, can’t you?” she asks coolly.

You nod. You open your mouth and let her ride your tongue while Zoey pushes you into another mind-blowing orgasm from behind.

You don’t remember how many times you come.

Rumi eats you out while you’re riding Zoey’s thigh. Zoey fingers you while Mira grips your hair and praises you. At one point, Rumi makes you say “thank you” every time you come—until your voice is raw and you’re crying from how good it feels.

And when you’re finally limp, overstimmed, too sensitive to even speak—

Zoey kisses your forehead. Rumi strokes your thighs. Mira brushes sweaty hair from your cheek.

“You did so well,” Mira whispers.

“Best stream we ever did,” Zoey jokes.

Rumi hums. “Can’t wait to read the fanfics.”

___

You’re cuddled between them in bed, completely wrecked, glowing, and dazed.

Rumi's tracing little hearts on your arm.

Zoey is scrolling Twitter.

Mira’s holding your hand under the blanket, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles.

You murmur, “I think I’m in love with all three of you.”

“You’d better be,” Rumi says.

Zoey smirks. “Babe. You signed the form.”

Mira kisses your knuckles. “Welcome to the polycule.”

You fall asleep smiling.

__

You wake up to warm sunlight and heavier limbs than usual.

You’re pinned.

Rumi’s curled around your back like a lazy cat, one arm thrown around your waist. Zoey is draped over your chest, drooling on your shirt (which is hers). And Mira is spooning your thigh possessively, her leg firmly between yours like she’s daring anyone to separate you.

You blink up at the ceiling.

Your body hurts. In a glorious way.

“…I died,” you whisper. “You killed me. That was murder.”

“Shh,” Zoey mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into your neck. “You liked it.”

You did. You really did.

You should be overwhelmed. You should be wondering what this means.

But when Rumi sleepily kisses your shoulder and Mira’s hand tightens around your fingers, you only feel one thing.

Home.

__Mid-morning__

“Okay, chat,” you say, nervously adjusting your headset. “So… you might’ve noticed I disappeared after last night’s stream.”

The chat goes nuclear immediately.

“YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT AND GO LIVE LIKE IT’S NORMAL” “GIRL YOU LOGGED OFF MID-HANDJOB” “DID YOU DIE??? DID THEY EAT YOU????” “ARE YOU STILL IN KOREA OR ARE YOU IN HEAVEN”

You’re blushing so hard it hurts. “I’m fine. I—uh. Got busy. We were doing… team bonding. And maybe some exercise.”

You pause. “Like. Cardio.”

The door behind you creaks open.

Chat goes silent.

Zoey sticks her head in, hair a mess, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. “Babe, have you seen my shorts?” she yawns. “Wait, are you live?”

You panic.

“Zoey—!!”

Too late.

Mira walks in next, wearing your shirt, totally unfazed. “She’s blushing again.”

Rumi follows, holding three iced coffees and a smoothie. “Chat behaving?”

“OH MY GOD THEY’RE ALL HERE” “WE’RE IN A POLY STREAM. THIS IS A POLY STREAM” “HUNTRIX LOOKS LIKE THEY JUST HAD GROUP SEX (THEY DID)” “READER IS MARKED UP. I SEE THE HICKIES” “HARD LAUNCH. HARD LAUNCH. HARD LAUNCH!!!!”

You bury your face in your hands. “I didn’t mean to hard launch the polycule.”

“You did great, baby,” Rumi purrs, kissing your cheek before settling in beside you.

Zoey climbs into your lap like she owns it. “We’ll help with Q&A. Let’s go full disclosure.”

Mira pulls up a chair and opens the chat log. “First question: ‘How long were you planning to seduce Reader?’”

They all answer at once.

“Since the consent form,” Rumi says.

“Since the waffles,” Zoey grins.

“Since the clip,” Mira murmurs, eyes on you. “The first time I heard her say our names.”

You melt into the couch, surrounded on all sides.

Chat is unhinged.

But you’re glowing.

Later the stream ends with all four of you cuddled under a blanket, half-asleep, boba and snacks scattered across the coffee table.

Your socials are exploding.

Fan edits. Reaction memes. A “Huntrixpoly supremacy” hashtag trending.

Your DMs are full of sponsors, simps, and one message from your mods that just says: “CONGRATS I GUESS?? U HORNY BASTARD???”

You grin into Zoey’s hair.

Rumi strokes your arm. Mira kisses your temple.

And you realize—

You weren’t just seduced by Huntrix.

You were claimed.

And you’ve never been happier.

i hope you all are satisfied

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