#I was going to do the poly but I’m lazy

[twig-the-edgelord]

The hoard

[redhotarsenic]

ACID PUNK PHANTASY

[eupheme]

If you’re still taking requests, I’ve been thinking about reader & wade introducing logan to sex toys - maybe how to use a vibrator on reader or what a fleshlight is…? 👀👀

ooh anon! I kept thinking about this, it was so fun (I imagine Wade is like - super pro toy-usage, while Logan is like, reluctant but will indulge if encouraged) I hope this fits the vibe you’re looking for! 💖 thanks for sending this in!

boys and their toys | logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson

750 words | poly relationship, piv, edging, overstim, toys (vibrator, fleshlight, references to dildos and monsterfucking)

“-and this,” Wade wiggles the device between his fingers, “Is a what we call a vibrator. Well, Womanizer, baby, if you want to be specific-“

“I know what one is, Wade.” Logan scowls, “I just don’t fucking need one.”

“Boy, don’t try to front!” He gasps, “Of course we don’t need one. They’re just for fun. You know what that is, right?”

“Don’t make fun of him, babe.” You admonish, shifting your hips. Inching Wade deeper, from where he’s buried into you.

“I’ll try something else,” He sighs, grabbing another toy from the box - the silicone dildo wobbling as he holds it aloft, “Do you think I need this? No. But does it help me fulfill my fantasy of being a virgin sacrifice for the big bad werewolf, and I’m so fucking good that he keeps me as his bride instead of killing me?”

“Werewolves aren’t real,” Logan’s face pinches, lip curling over teeth, “And you can’t die.”

“You hear that? He’s kink-shaming me.” Wade groans as he slumps - the movement causing another shift of his hips, pleasure sparking through you.

“H-He doesn’t get it. Show him,” You coo, “Or I’m going to kill you, if you keep teasing me like this.”

He grins.

You’ve been keeping his cock warm for the last ten minutes, as he took you both on a little trip through his toy chest.

The device buzzing in his hand, as he thumbs the button. Anticipation curling in your stomach, as his hips begin to move.

“Okay, the great thing about this one,” Wade hums, “Is that I can keep our girl nice and full-“

His hips press flush, making you gasp.

“-while letting this little lady do all the work. Keeps her coming, pun intended.”

The toy touches down against your clit, and you gasp with need. The subtle rock of his hips, as he adjusts the pressure to what you like.

It has you whining immediately. Muscles clenching as you chase the suction, eyes already going wide and hazy with bliss.

His free hand palming at your tits. Dipping to grasp at your hip - using the leverage to start a lazy rhythm.

No more than a few minutes passing before your back is bowing. A loud cry as the sensations ripple through you, Wades grunting as you clamp down around him. Feeling how you pulse around his cock, an echo of the toy he still holds against you.

“One.” Wade coos, as you squirm - working through the overstimulation, “What’s our record? Double-digits, right?”

“Eleven,” You whine, But it took all night.”

“Let’s aim for a baker’s dozen.” His teeth glint, with his smile, “We’ve got time.”

Logan’s eyes are hungry, as he watches. His own hand wandering, wrapping around himself. Tugging his swollen cock to the rhythm of Wade’s slow pace.

“And you-” Wade tosses something clear Logan’s way, “Can use this. Already lubed it up for you.”

Logan grunts, looking at the toy. The long, cylindrical shape. Transparent innards, with silicone opening that clearly indicates what it’s mimicking.

“You really want me to use this.” It comes out flat - not a question.

“Do I-“ Wade sighs, “Yes. We do. So get your Jackman on and start pumping, or just admit that you’re not as open-minded as you keep pretending.”

His jaw works. Another sideways glance at the you, thumb testing the opening. Feeling how it gapes, as he tugs.

Aware of both sets of eyes on him. The look you fix him with - greedy, as you lips part with a pant.

With a glare shot at Wade, he lines the toy up. Slowly pressing it down, as his tip sinks past the slick opening.

A bitten back moan, as it grips him. Nothing compared to the warmth of your pussy, but better than his hand. Hips lifting as he pushes himself deep, eyes flashing up at the ragged sound you make as you watch.

“Lo,” You breathe, “Fuck, you barely fit.”

You can see where there’s a finger’s width of skin at the base of his cock. How the shape of him distorts inside the silicone as it stretches, but it’s unmistakeable how he fills it completely.

His brow furrows, “That bad?”

“No, baby,” You laugh, “It’s really fucking hot.”

You twist, as you reach over. Hand wrapping around his, coaxing him to move it up and down as Wade fucks you. Bottoming out again and again, his biceps flexing as he takes over.

“‘s not bad.” Logan admits, as he slowly relaxes. Finally letting himself enjoy the show, as a second wave of pleasure starts to crest inside you.

“I’m not coming in it, though.” It’s growled out, but breaks on a rough gasp, “Coming in one of you, or not at all.”

“Oh peanut.” Wade grins, as you moan - clenching around him again.

“We wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[chestersturniolo]

One try

stoner!matt x fem!reader x stoner!chris

warnings; drug use obviously / poly relationship no incestuous shit

summary; whilst chris is out of the house, you beg matt for just one try.

·˚ ༘

Chris had been out for a few hours, leaving you and Matt alone in the quiet house. The time slipped by lazily , and after a long , hot shower together, you both settled on the couch.

Your head is on Matt’s lap, his free hand gently playing with your hair. The familiar scent of smoke fills every inch of the air - it’s a smell you’ve grown used to. Matt and Chris smoke often, pretty much all the time. It’s never bothered you; in fact, it feels like home. You had never really been much of a smoker, but for some reason tonight, your curiosity peaked.

Matt had always been slightly more lenient than Chris, so you take this as your opportunity,

You glance up at Matt

“Matt-“ you say quietly “-can I try it?”

He snaps his head to glance down at you on his thighs, his brows furrow slightly, taking a long drag before letting his head fall back against the couch,the smoke rolling out of his mouth slowly, as he exhales upward, avoiding your gaze for a moment. Then his lazy eyes find yours again,

“No” he says, the word short and firm.

You huff, sitting up from his lap. “What? Why not? You and Chris do it constantly” you sass, folding your arms.

“Yeah, but that’s me and Chris. You’re you.” Matt says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

You frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sighs, placing the joint down in the ashtray he had balanced on the arm of the couch. His hand cups your cheek gently, and for a moment, his thumb strokes it before he starts- “It means I don’t want you messin’round with it, sweetheart. It’s different for us—we’re used to this shit”

Before you can respond, he lets go and picks the joint back up and takes another puff. You roll your eyes. “Pleaseee” you whine, leaning into him.

He chuckles slightly at your whines, “Nope” he says, popping the “p”

But you’re not giving up that easily. You crawl onto his lap, planting your knees either side of him. Matt shifts, placing his joint to hang in the corner of his lips so he could instinctively wrap his large hands around your waist without accidentally burning you. You bat your eyelashes at him, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, your bottom lip jutting out slightly.

“Come on baby, don’t give me those eyes-“ he groans, the words muffled slightly by the joint balancing in the corner of his mouth “-that’s not fair”

“Matt, please-“ you pout, your voice soft and pleading. “-just this once. I promise”

You accompany your beg with the slightest roll of your hips.

Matt runs a hand through his hair, clearly struggling. With a deep sigh, he removes the joint from his lips, his fingers brushing his forehead in frustration. “Goddammit” he mutters under his breath. His eyes lock onto yours, a stern look crossing his face. “One try. Just one.”

A grin spreads across your face, and you can’t help but feel pleased with yourself. Matt shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping him as he sees the victory in your eyes. “But you need to go easy you hear me? This is mine n Chris’ stash, so it’s strong shit, baby”

You nod eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement. Matt sighs before he brings the joint to your lips. You take a hesitant puff, only to immediately start coughing. Matt is quick to rub your back, giving a couple of pats.

“You good?” he asks, concern in his voice.

You nod, breathless from your coughs “I’m good, I think I need to try again”

Matt looks at you, still unsure. “Are you sure?”

When you nod, he brings the joint to your lips again. “Small and slow” he reminds you, watching closely. You inhale, and this time it’s smoother, the smoke filling your lungs without the harshness of before. You exhale slowly, and the corner or Matts lips turn upward

“That’s it” he praises softly.

You take a couple more puffs before Matt decides you’ve had enough. “Right, that’s way more than enough. No more - lay down n let it catch up”

You slide off his lap and settle back into your spot, your head resting comfortably on his thighs. Matt’s fingers thread through your hair again, and you close your eyes, feeling a little drowsy. Warmth wraps around you, a soft haze settling in your mind.

“How you feelin’?” Matt almost whispers, looking down at you

You giggle, feeling light “Gooood” you say, drawing out the word.

Matt chuckles at your state, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. The world feels soft, and you feel yourself sinking deeper into the couch and Matts touch.

~

A little while later, the sound of the front door opening pulls you from your daze. Chris is back. His heavy footsteps echo up the stairs to the living room, and before you know it, he’s standing in front of you and Matt on the couch. His brows are furrowed as he takes in the scene, you sprawled across Matt, your glazed-over eyes, the goofy smile on your face, and Matt puffing on a new joint he’d just pulled from behind his ear like nothing’s out of the ordinary.

“I’m back, Ma” Chris says, but you’re too spaced out to respond right away as you stare up at the ceiling.

“Hey-“ Chris says more sharply, gripping your cheeks between his fingers and gently turning your face toward him. “-you good?” His tone is more concerned now, his eyes scanning your face.

You break into a wide grin, unable to contain a giggle. “Chrisssss” you draw out his name, eyes glassy and unfocused. You giggle again, and Chris quickly figured out what had gone on, his concern deepening as he snaps his head up to Matt.

“You got her stoned, Matt? Are you fuckin’ stupid?” Chris snaps, his voice sharper now, clearly annoyed. “She doesn’t do this shit”

Matt exhales a cloud of smoke lazily, barely lifting his head to meet Chris’s glare. “You try tellin her no when she’s bein all whiny and cute, trust me bruh i tried-” he defends running a hand through his hair “-you know how she gets man ,what was i supposed to do” he shrugs.

Chris rolls his eyes, deep down knowing exactly how hard you are to say no to, but he still wasn’t happy,

“What you were supposed to do was not let her get high off our stash idiot-” Chris retorts, his voice edged with irritation. “-this shit’s strong, Matt”

“She’s fine-“ Matt says, glancing down at you. “Right, baby?”

You nod, giggling through the haze. “I’m okay, Chris. I feel gooood” you say, stretching the word out, your eyes half-closed and dreamy. You try to wave him off, but the movement is slow and uncoordinated, making you giggle to yourself once again.

Chris sighs, shaking his head as he watches you, still clearly concerned but beginning to relax slightly now that you’re at least coherent, even if you are all giggles and glazed eyes. He rubs a hand over his face before finally settling on the edge of the couch beside you both. “If she starts trippin’, that’s on you” he mutters, though the frustration in his voice is fading.

Matt rolls his eyes before taking another puff from his joint. “Relax” he replies, more amused than defensive now.

Chris watches you giggle quietly to yourself over nothing for another second before leaning over to scoop you up from Matt’s lap. You yelp in surprise as he pulls you into his own lap. He brushes a hand over your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as you snuggle into his chest.

His arms wrap around you, his eyes scanning your face once more for any signs of discomfort.

You peer up at him with admiring eyes, your hand reaching up to his face. You squish his cheek between your fingers and run your hand along his stubbly defined jawline.

“You’re so pretty” you coo

Chris chuckles and glances at Matt who is already watching the two of you with an amused grin

His gaze returns to you as he places his hand over yours “You’re prettier baby” he whispers,playing into your affection. All you could do is grin in response before dropping your hand from his face and returning to snuggling against him. You close your eyes in content, feeling sleepy with his touch.

Satisfied that you’re settled, Chris finally pulls his own joint from behind his ear, sparking it up. He takes a deep drag, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your thigh with his free hand.

Chris exhales a long stream of smoke, before he fixes Matt with a serious look. “This ain’t happenin’ again unless we’re both here” he says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Matt shakes his head, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he exhales smoke slowly. “Nu-uh, I told her one try-that was the deal” he replies, leaning back into the couch, man spreading his legs now you were on chris’ lap.

Chris raises a brow “Yeah well, next time, I better be here to make sure you actually stick to it” he shoots back, glancing down at you nestled against him, as you let out tiny snores. A smile creeps onto his lips at how peaceful and cute you look, as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

·˚ ༘

a/n; the poll between this and the chris fluff was v close so thought i’d get this one out too! (stoner! matt & chris have my whole heart tbh uughahshhh🫠)

MASTERLIST

taglist; @sturnobsessedwh0re @nayveetbhh

@phone4pills @demzzz @sturniooolos

@monroesturnns @mattsbitchh @pvssychicken @tsturniolo4 @brianna-grace12

@blahbel668

@stvrlighht @witchofthehour @ilyttmatsa @asherrisrandom @l0ver-i

@starstrucktyrantinfluencer @fratbrochrisgf @emely9274

@chriseatingmeoutin4k @slvttie-zx

@bbybloop @sturnn372 @chrissturnsss @slut4m4tt @izzylovesmatt @spideylovin

@sturniolossss @sturniolofannnforevver @zariyam @r0s3luvr

@sturniolosluttt @matts1freak @conspiracy-ash

@stvrnzwrld @blehblehbleh735

@luvb0xoxo @ivysturnss @stars4star @eyehrjkwjen

[novemberheart]

{overview} John and you take another leap in your relationship, Kyle makes an unsettling discovery

{warnings} Fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, poly 141, P in V sex, heat cycles, oral & fingering (fem receiving), loss of virginity, cursing, mirror sex, MDNI

Chapter 21 <- Chapter 22 -> Chapter 23

The next few days had gone by without a hitch. It was nice, being domestic with your pack. You spend most of your days going to museums, restaurants, and outdoor activities that are way above your athletic ability. Still, you would be lying if you said you weren't happier than you have ever been- well at least happier than you've been in a while. You and Simon have gotten much closer. He had been making a real effort with you, not that he hadn't before but there was something different about him. His gestures felt more affectionate than out of duty.

That was until you came down with a fever.

“It’s not saying she has a fever, yet she's burning up,” Kyle huffed, pulling a thermometer out of your mouth. You and John eyed each other.

“This a symptom of your heat?” He questioned. Everyone stiffened.

“Yes. But I usually get them after my heat, not before. Before my heat, I’ll get extra sensitive, and my body will start to feel….less stiff. I'll also get this sort of buzz in my stomach,” you explained.

“And I take it you haven't been feeling any of that?” Simon added. You shook your head.

“You don't smell any different,” Johnny added too.

“Well, this may be the start of it, pretty girl. Let's just keep an eye on it, yeah?” John spoke. Everyone nodded.

“I don't want this to happen on vacation,” you started to whine, you quickly caught yourself, your eyes going wide.

“Sensitive, eh?” John chuckled, placing a kiss against your heated head.

“This is the best place for it to happen,” Kyle assured. “Where you're safe with all of us,” Kyle reminded. You breathed out slowly, nodding your head in agreement.

“You're right,” you affirmed.

“The plan is,” John began and you immediately felt a sudden shift in the air. You wondered how many times they have heard John say that. It had an immediate impact on them, their shoulders straightening, eyes narrowing in focus. How many times had their lives depended on those words? Johnny's crow's feet appeared and you ran your thumb over them breaking him out of his trance. He grinned at you, pressing a kiss against your hand before turning back to John. “Me and her will stay in our room,” he spoke looking at Simon. You held your breath, waiting for him to be mad at you. Instead, he nodded his head seemingly unaffected by the words, besides a light blush across his cheeks. “You’re in charge of food and drinks,” he commanded, looking at Johnny who quickly nodded. You winced. Looks like you'll be eating cereal and granola bars for a week. “You’ll be on puppy duty,” he spoke to Kyle, nodding to the lazy ball of fur at your feet.

“How long do your heats last, Bon?”

“Usually a week,” you responded, causing Simon to chuckle.

“Old mans gonna disloca”-

“Fuck off,” John interjected, his own smirk across his face. “I’m two years older than you you twat,”

“I'll sleep on the pull-out in the living room,” Simon spoke. Being in the betas room felt too close to you. “Don't worry about me barging in or anything, yeah?” he soothed.

You felt horrendous for believing he would be upset at you. You offered him a small smile, nodding your head graciously.

“Alright, that's it,” John finished.

Simon grabbed a washcloth, running it under cool water and plopping it on your forehead.

“Remember when you were doing this to me?” he mused, a small smile on his face. That seemed so long ago. That was your first interaction with him. You remember how scared and unsure of yourself you were. Hell, most of that hadn't changed.

“Simon,” you sobbed, your arms wrapping around his waist, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive, pup,” he teased, patting you on the back. “Should get you to bed. A nap might help,” he spoke, mostly to himself. He hoisted you up carrying you to the bedroom, Johnny following close behind. He tossed you on the bed, Johnny quickly hopping in and getting comfortable with you. You watched with tired eyes as Simon began moving his clothes into the beta’s room. He didn't have too many.

“Simon?” you asked softly.

“Pup?”

“Could I have one of your sweatshirts?” you nearly pleaded. He grabbed one off the hanger, rubbing it against the scent glands on his neck before tossing it to you. You bunched it up, using it as a pillow. Leather with an undertone of black licorice making the back of your neck tingle. “Thank you,” you purred lowly.

Your symptoms had progressed. A familiar lax in your body making it a bit hard to move. You had started nesting, stealing things from every member of your pack to make the bed as comfortable as you could. There were slight changes in your scent making their mouths water. John stayed close, wanting you to ease him into a rut instead of it just hitting him.

“How do you feel, lovie?” Kyle hummed.

“My face is hot but my body is cold,” you whined. “And I'm tired,” you huffed.

“Sleep, princess. You'll be needing it,” John chuckled from next to you. Your head peaked up from the pillows.

“You’re the one who’ll need it,” you shot back, a playful glint in your hazy eyes. John’s brows raised, sitting up on one of his elbows.

“You flirtin’ with me now? I'm the one that's supposed to be courting you,” he reminded, tucking you in.

“I’m waiting,” you smirked, causing Kyle to laugh.

“I'll be back,” John insisted, dodging back down the hall.

“I like this feisty you,” Kyle murmured. You chuckled, inching closer to him. When John returned he had a bowl of cut-up fruit and a few snack packs of your favorite snacks.

“Thank you alpha,” you purred, popping a strawberry in your mouth. John purred back, tucking you back in.

“Let me,” he urged, opening a pack of cookies and hand-feeding you.

“I could get used to this,” you smiled between bites.

He woke up before you with a sharp exhale. Your scent hitting him like a bolt of lightning. You were tucked in his side, your hands gripping onto his damp shirt like it would keep you from floating away. You were whimpering quietly, his body reacting to you before he had even opened both his eyes. You needed him.

“I know, pretty,” he soothed quietly, biting back a snarl. He pressed his lips against your shoulder, slowly detaching himself from you. Your nail caught the fabric of his shirt, the sound of the fabric tearing finally waking you up. You watched with bleary eyes as John made his way to the bathroom, tossing his half ripped shirt on the floor. He splashed cold water on his face, even through your tears you could his body shaking.

He was holding himself back.

You could smell it in the air. His blazing scent overshadowing your melted vanilla. Your scent alone would be too much for him, him projecting being his only defense to keep from sinking his teeth into your neck.

You were uncomfortable. Your body too hot and sweaty to even focus on the ache between your thighs. You sat up sluggishly, your feet sinking into the plush carpet. You pulled yourself to stand, making your way to the bathroom. John quickly turned on the shower meeting you halfway. You rested more than half your weight against him, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ as he guided you along.

“May I?” He checked, his fingers curled in the hem of your shirt. You nodded trying your best to hold your arms up to make it easy for him. You already felt a bit cooler as the fabric hit the floor. A pleased rumble echoed in his chest.

“Such a pretty girl I have,” he mumbled more to himself than you. He pulled your sleep shorts and panties down in one motion, his arm resting around your waist to keep you steady. He checked the water temperature, making sure it was cool enough to chill your heated skin but not enough to shock you. “Want me in with you?” he asked softly.

“Please,” you mumbled against his bare chest. He erupted in goosebumps as your hands traveled around his abdomen. He pulled his sweats down, along with his boxers. You swallowed thickly. The sight of him making the sheen of sweat return to your skin. Partly from want- no need, and partly from nerves. He was about half the size of your forearm in length, but the width was really what made you whimper.

“Don’t worry about that right now, pretty,” he soothed, turning you away from him. He apologized as the action caused him to run across your lower back. You shivered, your bottom instinctually arching in the air to meet him. “Good girl,” he praised softly. You were running on instinct, you couldn't help it. Besides, you presented too perfectly for him to not compliment you. He guided you into the shower by your hips.

You purred as the cool water hit your heated skin. He kept his distance, despite the sight before him, his hands keeping a firm grasp on you to keep you steady. You turned under the waterfall, your hands pulling him closer by his arm.

“I want to feel you,” you mumbled. The little self-control he had snapping. He gripped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up, pressing you against the tile of the shower. Your arms quickly found his neck, your mouths desperately connecting.

“You don't know how long I've wanted you,” he growled back. He was all-consuming. You're hardly able to keep up with his words. His lips leave yours for just a moment to bite at whatever skin he can before returning to them. You could feel the tip of his cock brush against your bottom, the little action having your eyes rolling back.

“Then take me,” you gasped. “I’m yours.”

His groan was toe curling, his hand reaching below you to switch the water off. He kept you close, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to bed. He tossed you down, his hands finding your ankles. You watched, waiting for what his next move would be. You expected him to spread your legs apart, and begin to work himself inside of you, yet all he did was stare. He raised your legs up, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of each foot. He worked his way to your core slowly. A kiss against your ankle, then up your calves, then up your thighs, stopping just before your dripping entrance. His beard felt just how you had imagined it, your hand grabbing his hair and pulling him towards you.

“What, pretty girl? Tell me what you need,” he said softly, his breath against you causing you to jolt.

“You,” you sniffed softly, hoping a small buck of your hips would drive the point home. He rubbed his cheek against the inside of your thigh, pressing a teasing kiss against your heat. He wanted more. You could tell by the way his dark eyes stared at you expectantly.

“I want your mouth, Alpha. Please,” you pleaded. His eyes grew heavy at the request. Your body nearly lifted off the mattress as he licked across your aching heat.

“Thank you,” you hissed, your nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned against you, making you jolt.

“The boys weren't lying when they said you asked nicely,” he smiled against you, not giving you any time to relax before his mouth enveloped your cunt. It was a completely new feeling, one that had you choking on a moan. You didn't bother to hide it, not that you could with his hand wrapped around your wrist. It was hardly a minute before a (now) familiar tightness filled your abdomen, your hands fighting to break free just so you could grab onto something to steady yourself. You were chanting his name, which only seemed to spur him on. You came with a moan that made even him flush. Your legs pressed against his head but he didn't care.

The hardest part was pulling his mouth away from you. Your sweetness already becoming another vice to him. Your teary eyes stared down at him like he had done something wrong- made you cum too hard for your own good. He tried to take it slow, ease you off the cliff gently, but once he got you in his jaws he couldn't let go. He’ll make it up to you.

He kissed up past your belly button, trying not to smirk at the way your chest heaved up and down. His tongue darted out, dragging through the valley of your breasts and up to your collarbone. He shushed you gently, his thumbs wiping the fat crocodile tears that rolled down your cheek. You were so sensitive, both physically and emotionally. Your shaky legs found his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. You weren't too deep into your heat, the attention he was giving you making you more aware.

“You okay for more, sweetheart?” he questioned softly, his thumbs still brushing against your heated cheeks. You nodded instantly, your hand cupping his face pulling him down. You could taste yourself against him. Johnny was right, you were sweet. He held himself above you, one of his hands traveling down the curves of your body- slowly like he was trying to memorize each dip. The back of his hand brushed against your thigh- red from the friction of his beard- his fingertips running over your slick gently. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. He hummed softly, grabbing your attention, his forehead resting against yours.

His normal blue eyes were dark like a shark's, but he still held enough softness in them to ease your worries. You doubted your eyes looked any different. His fingers brushed up and down you for a moment before leaving to wrap around his cock. Your eyes naturally followed his movement. He was flushed and angry-looking, his hand providing little relief. His lips connected with yours unexpectedly, your nails finding their way to his back. His chest rumbled at the sensation.

You broke the kiss when he ran his tip across your folds. You gasped against him, your eyes immediately traveling down his strong torso to between your thighs. “John,” you gasped softly, your legs spreading a little wider for him. He was teasing you. Applying just enough pressure to make you whine but not enough to really cause any pleasure. He shushed you, his lips dancing across your cheek like he was apologizing for not giving you what you needed.

He sat up suddenly, grabbing you by your thighs so you were sitting with your back against his chest, his cock heavy against your bottom. His hands held your thighs apart, rubbing up and down them soothingly. His thumb skimmed against your clit, before pressing down, giving you the sensation you were so desperately chasing. You pressed your hand against your lips, but it was quickly pulled away.

“Don’t shy away now,” he hummed, as your hips began to move away from his hand. “Need you to relax for this part, pretty girl,” he directed. The feeling of his thumb against you was enough to distract you from the finger prodding at your entrance. He sunk in slowly, your copious amount of slick making it less of a challenge. He cursed under his breath at the tightness around his finger. “Gotta work you open, pretty,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

You removed your head from under his chin, your eyes slowly opening, connecting with his through the mirror on the closet door. You moaned at the contact, your eyes scanning lower to his hand between your thighs.

“Like watching yourself?” he chuckled, keeping his gaze steady. He began working another finger in creating a slight burning sensation. He went slow feeling the way your walls adjusted to him. He growled against your neck, practically able to feel you wrapped around his cock. The burn faded as he curled his fingers, brushing against a spot that made your head fall back against his shoulder. “That's it hmmm?” he smiled against your shoulder. The tightness in your stomach was returning. Your hand gripped his wrist between your thighs, your hips grinding against him. “Look at yourself, pretty,” he commanded, his hazy eyes watching your reaction as he pumped his fingers. You complied, watching yourself unravel. “Little more, princess. Can feel you shaking around me.”

A tidal wave crashed over you, your hand nearly ripping him away. He was stronger than you, keeping his thumb against you as you shook in his arms. He growled praises against your ear, watching carefully as you worked through your high.

He was a lucky man.

You rolled over, and he accommodated by laying on his back. You panted against his stomach, the fire in your belly still hardly fading. You were getting thrown more and more into your heat. John could smell it on you. Your teeth scraped against his chest, pressing a few ‘thank you’ kisses against him. You sat up, your thighs on either side of him. He guided you so you were propped up and you watched with murky eyes as his cock immediately sprung to rest against his stomach. You suddenly felt guilty. He had given you two earth-shattering orgasms and you had hardly given him any attention.

He guided your hips back down so he was nestled perfectly between your folds. You got the hint and began rocking your hips back and forth, earning a groan from both of you.

“That's it, pretty girl, just like that,” he groaned. You were so warm, your drooling cunt making it so easy for him to slide back and forth. He cursed, his hands running up your sides. His thumbs brushed over your nipples making you lose your rhythm. He growled, flipping the two of you over so he was on top resting between your thighs. “Can’t take much more, love,” he breathed.

“I’m ready,” you panted, your hands pressed against his abdomen.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he requested, causing you to nod your head. He paused for a moment, shifting you so you could watch yourself in the mirror. Just the sight of him on top of you, your legs spread wide for him made you pulse. “Not fair I get this beautiful sight to myself,” he whispered against your cheek. You whined, your back arching off the bed. He angled himself against you, the tip of his cock already spreading you as much as his fingers had.

“John,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kept you close, his hold on you assuring and unwavering, despite the way his body trembled. You groaned, the stretch seemingly never-ending. You could feel every twitch as he rolled his way in.

“So bloody tight,” he cursed, his mouth hanging open in bliss. “Doing so good for me,” he praised. It wasn't a sharp pain like you were expecting, but it burned. Your face pressed against his shoulder, his back marked with crimson ropes. He had finally worked his way inside you, your walls desperately trying to adjust. He imagined it would hurt more if he stayed stationary inside you. He moved his hips back slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you. He moved his shoulder away, pressing his forehead against yours. You were uncomfortable, the sight making his alpha restless.

He pushed back in, the friction making you squirm.

“John,” you whined. He rolled his hips back and forth slowly, adding more distance with each thrust. He was halfway buried inside you, rolling his hips forward in one swift motion. Your eyes fell shut, your mouth parting with a moan of his name.

“That's it, pretty,” he groaned, repeating the action. The stretch that had made it almost unbearable was causing pleasure to scorch through your veins with every thrust. “Fuckin’ made for me weren’t ya,’” he groaned. It wasn't even a question at this point, it was a fact. Your cunt molding to fit him. Your heels pressed against his back, hoping to lessen the time he wasn't buried inside you.

You opened your mouth, the words you were wanting to say being ruined by a sloppy moan.

“What, pretty,” he pressed. “Talk to me.”

“Feels so good,” you whined pitifully.

“Yeah?” he growled, his strong hips snapping against you. His pace had picked up, his thrusts becoming more and more purposeful. His thumb skimmed across the corner of your lip, swiping away your drool. “What feels good?” he questioned. You could hardly think, let alone voice those thoughts.

“Your cock,” you managed, your whole body flushed from pleasure and embarrassment. He held your chin gently, moving your head so you had the perfect view of him rolling in and out of you in the mirror. His pace had slowed down again, not wanting to rush this moment in the slightest. “Alpha,” you whined, your hands gripping the wrist that was still holding your chin.

“Look so good with my cock in you, don't you?” his voice was tender, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

His hand left your face, his thumb finding a familiar rhythm between your legs.

“Too much,” you gasped, but made no move to stop him, your body becoming more and more addicted to this new euphoric high. “Cum in me,” you pleaded, causing his hips to stutter against you. “Please,” you begged, looking up at him through wet lashes. He wasn't deep enough in a rut to give you a knot, but that doesn't mean he couldn't fill you to the hilt.

“Whatever you need, love,” he soothed. You were shaking. Your claws had already shredded the sheets. “Gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?” he asked. The only thing you could do was nod. You were focusing on it too much, your brows furrowed waiting for the tension in your stomach to release. He smacked your bottom, catching you off guard for the wave of your orgasm to finally wash over you. You gushed around him, a shriek leaving you as your walls spasmed around him eliciting his own release. He came with a booming groan, his vision spotting from the intensity.

His arms giving out from under him sinking both of you into the mattress.

It took ten minutes for both of you to calm down.

“You alright?” he checked, his fingers running over your heated cheek.

“Yeah,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his still-twitching form. “You?”

“Gonna be honest, sweetheart. Never had anything like that,” he panted, placing kisses against any skin he could reach. You believed him. While this was your first time, you knew this wasn't the standard. He had softened out of you, his cum leaving you in a puddle. “Let's get you cleaned up,” he soothed, hoisting you up.

He decided on a bath this time. His hands working against your skin to clean away the mess he had made. You had fallen asleep against him in the tub, happy omega filtering through the air, making him purr. He stayed there till your skin began to prune. It has been a long time since he's been this content. Not that his boys didn't make him happy. You were different, you were his omega. The missing piece of the puzzle. The piece that held peace, safety, and comfort. Kate was right when she said she could smell it on them- their need for an omega. He had been a fool for going this long without one. But if he had done it too soon he wouldn't have ended up with you.

He tucked the two of you in, curling himself around you hoping to get some purrs out of you. Even in your sleep, you could recognize the safety of his arms, a purr of appreciation rumbling through your lax body.

“I love you,” he murmured against the crown of your head, slowly slipping off into his own hibernation.

“Something I need to talk to the two of you about,” Kyle sighed. The three of them had moved outside just after the first few muffled moans vibrated against the door.

Johnny opened his eyes, looking up at Kyle whilst his head was resting in his lap. Simon grunted in acknowledgment.

“You looked at her tracking app lately?” Kyle questioned, causing both of them to shake their heads. Of course not, you had been with them for the past two weeks. “I thought it was a glitch at first, or maybe the app had accidentally connected to someone else's chip, but it was labeled under her name,” Kyle explained. Johnny sat up.

“What was labeled?” he urged, his heart falling into his stomach. He and Simon shared a look.

“Another chip,” Kyle clarified. Simon's jaw clenched.

“What does that mean?” he snipped. “She has another chip?”

“She said she never had one,” Johnny reminded, his stomach growing uneasy. He had always been the quickest to jump to emotions.

“Or she has one she doesn't know about.”

Hi everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you in two days for chapter 23!!!! 🧡

[writtenbymoonflower]

Dinner

You have a panic attack and your boys comfort you. poly!maruaders x fem!reader

cw: panic attack, negative self talk, swearing, mention of raw chicken (ew ik)

1.7k words (it's long i'm sorry)

You never thought you would cry over chicken, but here you were. You knew that you had been having a lot of busy days as of late, there were a million things swimming about in your head. But you were managing it well, or at least you thought you were. But then it all came down.

You had bought a pack of chicken earlier in the week to cook for dinner one night. It had been on clearance so you knew it was  on its way out, but you thought you would’ve had more time. You opened your fridge so you could begin cooking before your boyfriends were going to get too hungry, when you realized that the meat was out of date by a whole three days. It was something so small, yet, it sent a billion anxious thoughts jumping around your head like they were on pogo sticks, and most of them were not very nice. 

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve checked the date. If you hadn't been so lazy earlier this week you wouldn’t be wasting this food. Now there was nothing to cook and your boyfriends would go hungry. They would likely end up resenting you for being a shit girlfriend and being so-

“Dolly? What are you doing over there?” Usually Sirius’ voice was a comfort to you, but right now it just added to your misery. It reminded you of all your failures and why you would never be good enough for anyone. 

Tears started filling your eyes. You tried to still your shaking hands and even your breathing, but it was all too much. They were going to realize your mistake and were going to be angry. His footsteps were painful and your other boyfriends’ laughter in the other room made you wince. When Sirius finally was facing you, your attempt at a facade fell apart. He knew you too well and apparently your body just decided to give over to panic because you suddenly couldn’t catch your breath. You tried to mutter out an apology but your voice was caught in your throat and your pulse was hammering. 

“ Hey.” Sirius’ dark brows scrunched in concern, his gray eyes searching your face and scanning your body for any injury. “What’s wrong?” His voice was raised in panic as you stood and shook. 

Apparently Sirius’ voice triggered your other two boyfriends to barrel into the room, but you refused to look at any of them, opting to hold the chicken package behind your back and stare at the ground. James thought you looked like a small child standing in front of a broken glass, ready to be reprimanded and punished. It made his heart ache. 

“Baby,” Sirius continued to beg for a response. “What’s happened? You’re scaring me.” Remus placed a soothing hand on his partner’s back while James scooted past the both of them to grab your shoulders and stoop to see your face. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Sweetheart, can you look at me?” James spoke softly. He was just as concerned as the other two, but James was better at keeping his head, even though inside he wanted to sob seeing you like this. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him. 

“There you go.” Remus whispered encouragement from behind James. Your chest was still heaving and you were still crying, but now they could read your face better. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I-” You choked out, hoping that if you spoke about your failure early enough they might forgive your mistake.

“Hey, not right now. Just focus on me, honey. I think you’re having a panic attack, I need you to try and steady your breathing.” James motioned the other two over, Remus getting behind you and pulling you both to the ground so he could rock you in his lap. Sirius and James sat and each took one of your hands, James putting the one he was holding on his chest, while Sirius put the other on yours. (After throwing the chicken on the counter, opting to ask questions after you could speak again.) You stifled another sob from wracking your body. 

“We’ve got you, sweet girl. Just copy Prongs’ breaths, yeah?” Sirius used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet the eyes of the two boys in front of you. You could feel James’ chest rising and falling as he took deep, exaggerated breaths. Your first few were shaky and clumsy, but soon you were finally able to get a comfortable amount of air in your lungs and your tears slowed to a stop. You still felt guilty, but at least now your head wasn’t so loud. You pulled your hands back into your lap.

“There you go,” Remus soothed from behind you. “Atta girl.” He pressed gentle kisses all over the side of your neck. You could see the two boys in front of you visibly relax at your now calmer state. “Good girl, you did so well. I know that was scary.” Remus turned so you were sitting sideways in his lap and you could see all three of the boys sitting around you. 

“ Thank you for helping.” You said sheepishly, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “I’m sorry I did that, I know it was a lot.” 

“None of that.” Sirius said firmly. “It’s not your fault, baby. You didn’t do it to be bad, you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

Wrong. You thought to yourself, remembering the spoiled food now sitting on the counter. 

“Can you tell us what happened, lovely?” James ducked his gaze to meet yours, his brown eyes were sad and confused and swimming with all too much love. 

You really didn’t want to admit your mistake, but they deserved an explanation for your erratic behavior. 

“It’s really nothing that bad.” You tried to console, as if you weren’t the one shaking on the floor not two minutes ago. “I was just-” You swallowed hard again. “I was being stupid.” You went back to picking at your nails. Your self-deprecating comment made Remus raise an eyebrow and Sirius lightly pinch your thigh. 

“You weren’t. You’re never stupid, be nice.” Remus (lovingly) scolded. 

“I was just, I bought this chicken.” You struggled to keep your breathing even. “I bought this chicken earlier this week and I was going to cook it, but I was too lazy these last few days and I fucked up and I-” You bit hard on your lip to keep from crying again. James desperately wanted to reprimand you for your self-cruelty, but he settled for grabbing Sirius’ hand and squeezing, not wanting to cut you off. 

“Go on, sweetheart. Take your time.” James spoke even softer. 

“I let the chicken go bad. I wanted to cook tonight but when I went to grab the chicken it was bad and I just- I just felt bad because I can’t do anything right. I had all week to make it and now I can’t cook for you all and I just- I just feel bad.” You took another deep breath, still not wanting to meet their eyes.

“Oh, my baby.” Sirius lunged forward, wrapping you in his arms before you could even process what was happening. Remus huffed grumpily over you being stolen from his lap, but let it go. “That’s what you were all worked up about? That’s why you were all scared?” You nodded, your face still stuck in the crook of his neck. 

“It’s okay,” James soothed, now smoothing a gentle path up and down your back. “That happens to everyone, sweetheart. It’s not something you need to be mad at yourself for. You didn’t do anything wrong, and you weren’t lazy. You’ve been busy and tired. It just happens.” James thought he could cry, his girl was so hard on herself that she was all panicked over something like this. 

“Exactly.” Remus said. “It’s nothing we can’t fix, dove. We can go to the store tomorrow and you can make it then.” You started to protest, wanting to go tonight but you were quickly cut off. “Tomorrow.” Remus was firm, but no less kind. “You aren’t doing any work tonight. You need to rest. We’ll figure something out for dinner, it’s no trouble.” 

You were going to argue but you figured it was a losing battle. 

“Thought you would be mad at me.You should be mad at me. I fucked u-” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before James squawked, Sirius sputtered, and Remus inhaled sharply. Sirius forced your head out of his neck to look at you. 

“What?!” He looked genuinely offended.

“Lovely,” James was the one who formed a full sentence. “We would never be mad at you for something like this. Never.” He grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “Look at us, sweet girl. No ones mad at you. We care about you, not a pack of chicken. It’s not worth you being this mean to yourself, nothing is.” He pouted during the last sentence. 

“Also,” Sirius said, still being very gentle. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t just about chicken, dollface. You’ve been really stressed lately.” 

“And you’ve been really hard on yourself. You always have been, but it’s gotten worse.” Remus’ voice sounding sad. You knew he was right though. 

“I know.” You sighed, dejectedly. “I’ll try to be better.” You gave them all a tight-lipped smile. 

“That’s what we mean!” James whined. “You don’t need to ‘be better.’ You just need to be gentle with yourself.” 

“It’s just hard.” You admitted. 

“I know it is, baby.” Sirius empathized. Then his face morphed into his usual grin. “How about, we all lead by example. I know I can be very nice to you.” He took your cheeks in both his hands and started pressing kisses all over your face. You giggled wetly, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “There, like that. Nice.”

“I don’t know how she is gonna do that, Pads. It’s hard to kiss your own face.” Remus attempted (and failed) to keep the amused tilt out of his voice. 

“Oh no!” James dramatically gasped. “I guess we’ll just have to.” He beamed, taking your jaw in his hand to smear even more kisses on your cheeks.

[ellecdc]

Running Late

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who is visually impaired

CW: reader has a degenerative eye disease that has left her with little sight, boys are obsessed with her, Marlene and Regulus read Sirius like a book

A/N: another fic no one really asked for but, after my post with our sweet wheelchair user!reader, our resident pink heart emoji felt courageous enough to share their own experience with visual impairment and I was inspired by her to write this - so, I hope you enjoy it 🩷 (and everyone else who might need it 🫶)

There was a time that you and Sirius rivalled one another for who took the longest to get ready, but lately it seemed that you usually won in that regard. 

Remus didn’t mind, however; he’d wait on you for the rest of his life if you’d let him. 

He had a certain amount of patience for you that he, admittedly, did not have for Sirius; seeing as you had your degenerative eye disease to blame on your tardiness whereas Sirius was just a slow and lazy sod who lived to drive Remus mad. 

He and Sirius had been dressed in their best in the living room as they waited for you to finish getting ready before heading to Regulus’ birthday party that Lily and James were throwing for him, when Sirius couldn’t take it any longer.

“I’m just going to go see what is taking so long.” He explained before he disappeared down the hall.

But that was almost 14 minutes ago and now Remus had lost two of his partners in his own flat.

He slowly made his way down the hall to the bedroom door that was currently propped open, allowing him to watch Sirius who was perched on the vanity table as he hovered over you with a stick of eyeliner in his hands. 

You used to be quite adventurous with makeup; always watching new tutorials and trying out different styles. But as your eyesight deteriorated, you opted to remain more natural in your looks, working primarily off of memory than visuals when having to hold a mirror so close to your face no longer allowed you the dexterity to work as you were used to. 

And Remus knew for certain you hadn’t touched that stick of eyeliner in what had to be months. 

“Don’t you trust my abilities?” Sirius asked teasingly; his tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he focused on getting the wing just right.

“‘Course I trust you, Siri. I just-”

“-don’t want to look silly, I know, doll.” Sirius finished for you softly as he leaned back to consider his work. “I’d never let you leave looking silly.”

“When has she ever looked silly, Pads?” Remus asked then, alerting the two of you to his presence. 

“Not once; never.” He answered readily, causing you to scoff.

“See, this is why I don’t trust you; you’re not objective.”

“I am too objective!” Sirius quickly denied.

“Sirius, you think I look sexy with my retainer and flannel pyjamas.” You deadpanned in return. 

“But… you are sexy with your retainer and flannel pyjamas? You just look so cosy which makes me think about bed, which makes me think about going to bed with you, which makes me think about what we do in said bed and-” 

“Alright, alright.” Remus interrupted with a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he inspected Sirius’ handiwork. 

“How does she look?” Sirius asked him, leaning into Remus’ side as they both watched you flush under their attention. 

“Breathtaking.” Remus offered. 

“You’re not objective, either.” You murmured, pulling the small mirror close to your face in order to scrutinise Sirius’ application. 

“Fine, you want objective, gorgeous?” Sirius quipped as he pulled his phone out.

“What are you doing?” You asked warily as you heard Sirius’ phone begin to ring. 

“Calling the most objective people I know.” He answered just as the ringing stopped.

“What the fuck do you want? And also, where the fuck are you?” Regulus asked his brother.

“Hey Reg, you’re on speaker phone and I need a favour.” 

“On my birthday? You’re asking me for a favour on my birthday?” Regulus asked incredulously. 

“Relax you git, I just need you to find Marlene and put your camera on so you can answer a question for me.” Sirius called back.

You grumbled in protest at Sirius’ theatrics but acquiesced at Remus’ kiss to your temple and thumb rubbing along your shoulder where his hand rested. 

“The fuck does he want!?” You all heard Marlene ask Regulus, causing the two of you to snort and Sirius to scoff in offence. 

“You guys are fuckin’ horrid, listen; how do I look?”

Marlene went first. “Slutty.”

“Like you tried too hard.” Regulus continued.

“Like you’re still trying to piss off your parents even though you don’t talk to them anymore.” 

“Like you were lost at a Paramore concert back in 2007 and still haven’t been picked up from the venue.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus.” Sirius sighed before repositioning himself. “And how does Moony look?”

“Better, I guess.” Regulus offered. 

“If I had to pick a man.” Marlene continued.

“Great.” Sirius said sarcastically. “And what about Y/N?” He asked as he pointed the phone to you. 

Remus could tell you were trying your hardest not to completely turn in on yourself, which he himself was selfishly grateful for as he got to enjoy the view.

“God, she’s such a doll.” Marlene breathed out. 

“You look stunning, love.” Regulus called out.

“Great, you guys are both wankers, love you, see you soon.” Sirius responded before abruptly ending the call.  “Was that objective enough for you?” 

You let out a sigh of faux exasperation and threw your head back. “Okay! Okay.” You relented, allowing Remus to pull you up by your hands and kiss your forehead.

“Oi! Watch the makeup Rem!” Sirius admonished him with a pat to his arse. “We worked hard on that, don’t you know?”

And Remus did know, though he didn’t think you had to. 

Because you were beautiful - always had been - and the way you carried yourself with grace and determination even when you felt as though your body was failing you left you, somehow, even more beautiful. 

Remus had known you before your eyesight started to deteriorate, and he was lucky to have been able to love both versions of you.

Though, selfishly, he thought perhaps he loved this version of you more, simply because it was his.

Simply because it was you; here, now. 

And judging by the lovesick look adorning his boyfriend’s face as he watched you stand and give him a twirl, Sirius felt just the same.

[flowerfreya]

Moving

The Office AU part 5

Pairing : poly!141 x reader

Content: reader breaks up with boyfriend ! Yayyyyy

Lmk if there are any major typos I did this on my phone lol

Masterlist

You know that calling him would be a waste of time but you're a glutton for punishment, “Where are you?”, you ask him, trying to sound normal but your body hit stages of grief in one fell swoop but seemed to get stuck at anger.

“You know that you're not out there by 4 p.m, I’m leaving your ass, I told you that”, he sounds so carefree, like what he did was fine and makes sense.

“I came down by 4:05 , you couldn’t wait five minutes?”

“No, I had to teach you a lesson”.

You look up at the sky like that will give you an answer, but you know the answer, you've known the answer and this has cemented it. You let out a sad chuckle and shake your head , this can’t be your life. You look over to your right and see John just staring at you, actually they are all staring at you. You give them a tight lipped smile and then a thumbs up, even though you know that they must have heard you on the phone with your now ex.

“You know what, fuck you”, and then you hang up.

“Do you need a ride”, Soap speaks up first. You look over and you know you have tears in your eyes, you don’t want to give him any of your tears but your so frustrated and angry and , sad. And you honestly cannot stand being in the presence of another man right now , “No, thanks”, you answer back.

“You sure”, Gaz speaks up.

“I’m sure”, you order an uber and your going to get your life together. Today. First, thing is that you do is go to the car dealership. You already researched the car , test drove it, and just needed to save for the down payment and since your worked at the office to get at least three paychecks you had enough.

~

You're outside your apartment in your new car, well it used but it's new to you and you need your stuff but you don’t want to go in alone. You're tapping your hands on the steering wheel thinking who you can call to help you out.You’re thinking about the scariest person you know and it’s Simon. The phone rings twice before he picks up,

“Hello”, his voice sounds deeper over the phone.

You introduce yourself again to him like he hasn’t worked with you for a month in half, “Hi, are you busy”, you try to sound cheary but you know you are trying too hard.

“Alright?”, he ask.

“Are you busy right now”

“Depends”

You then have to go through the whole spiel of how you need your stuff from your apartment but you kind of scared that your boyfriend will get rowdy when you try to get your things.

“Send me your address”.

~

A black SUV rounds the corner and pulls up right beside your car. Not only does the driver door open but so does the passenger and the back doors open with Price, Soap , and Gaz getting out as well. 

“New car, Hen?”Johnny asks. 

“Yeah got it today” , you know you could be nicer but you really don’t feel like making small talk right now, you just want to get your shit and go. Simon doesn’t look at you as he asks about what they are getting. 

“You all really didn’t need to come, I just needed some back up” 

“Yes, we did”, says John, his fist are clenched and he’s working his jaw so hard it looks like he's chewing a lemon drop. 

“Not really , but okay”, you sas back. He cuts his eyes at you, tilts his head to the side and stares like he can see through the anger that you are using a shield and the anxiety of not knowing where you are going to sleep tonight. 

“You okay?”, he ask. No your not , but fuck it. 

“Fine, let’s go”, you croak out.

As you head up to your apartment, you don’t know where to put your hands and your hair starts to feel itchy. You just need to get in and get out , grabs some clothes, some pictures , and your makeup and go. Of course things are never that easy. 

Inside the apartment things are just as you left it this morning, which of course it is because your boyfriend is a lazy fuck. 

“Finally made it home?”, he says like everything’s fine and dandy and does he think your going to laugh at that. You opt to say nothing and just start getting your stuff ready. 

“Need any help getting stuff together?” , ask Soap

“Who is that ?”, that gets your ex to come out and find you. 

“They are helping me move”, you don’t look at him just continue getting your stuff and putting it in duffels. 

“What do you mean, move”, now he sounds confused like he can’t believe this.

You look at him then , eyes squinted , getting pissed off all over again, “did you really think that I was going to stay after that ?” 

“You're making a big deal out of nothing” , he argues back.

“No, I am not, we are done” 

Then he starts to do this weird whine thing , like he’s trying to make himself cry. He comes over to you and grabs you by the knees and begs , “please don’t leave me, please”. 

You shove him away from you but he tries to come back to you but they all three step in front of you like a wall. 

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Simon says darkly. 

He keeps begging, and honestly it’s embarrassing, and it starts to make you feel better. He’s getting what he deserves. He continues to beg until you leave with your stuff. 

Once you get down the parking lot and your stuff in your car you turn back to the men that helped you, “Thank you, next beer on me” , you say with a smile. 

“We’ll take you up on the offer now” ,Soap laughs. 

“Oh”, you really didn’t think they would. You were being polite, to be honest. 

“Can we reschedule, I was hoping to go to sleep early today” , you say with a sad smile. 

“Where are staying”, Simon ask 

“Oh a hotel”, hopefully for your car or the office but they don’t need to know that. 

“Oh yeah, which one?, ask Gaz. 

“You know, down the street.”, is there one down the street? You hope so. 

“Did you make a reservation?”,  asked Soap. You turn towards him feeling a little bit overwhelmed with all the questions. 

“Ummmmm, yes” , no but you're going to make one when you ask for a room , right. It should be fine. 

~

They don’t believe you, not for one second. They want to take care of you, feed you , house you but they don’t want to scare you. It’s hard for them , they want to fully send it, that's what they usually do and it works for them but you're different, they can tell. For now, they need to start slow, at least as slow as they can. They get you in the car and have Price drive yours to the hotel that they deem the safest and nicest. They make sure that Price is the first to arrive, that he pays for the nicest room and when they move past the front desk without having to check in , they tell you to not worry about it. They take care of you, make sure you're safe and when you fall asleep without getting anything done, they unpack for you and the only payment they need is so they each get a pair of panties.

[luvindrr]

Remus gets sprayed with weaponized sunscreen

poly!moonchaser x gn!reader (but mostly remus) | fluff | 388 words c/w: remus is 24, comparison of aerosol bottle to gun

Summers with James are easy, lazy. He brings you to the golfing grounds, content to let you lounge on a lawn chair, reading, as long as you occasionally yell flattery to keep up his ego. It’s great.

It’s exactly what you’re doing when a large hand pushes up your sunglasses so they sweep back your bangs. Lips brush against the newly exposed skin- slightly chapped and sun-warmed.

You smile, looking up. “Hi, Rem.”

“Hi, dovey. Still working through that manuscript?”

“Yeah, but there’s something I want to ask you.” You flit through the sheets quickly, landing on a sentence you’ve underlined in red. “I don’t think you’ve worded this right; it doesn’t make sense.”

Remus furrows his brows, accentuating the freckles that have already started to appear. He likes them because they take attention away from his scars. But they’re beautiful on their own- clusters of downy dandelions in valleys of soft grass. They make him look boyish in the way he really is.

It does mean, however, that he hasn’t been wearing sunscreen regularly; he wasn’t this speckled last week. You bring a hand under his chin, tilting his face upwards, beaming at him your sweetest smile. He looks confused- wide-eyed, doe-like- and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do. “Close your eyes, love.”

You spray him like a fly.

“AH- bloody hell is that?” He sputters, recoiling away from you.

“It’s sunscreen; now come back- I’m not done.”

“You’re mad if you think I’m going anywhere near you!”

You shake the bottle menacingly, pointing it towards him like a gun. “You’re just as bad as Sirius; come here!”

He does, reluctantly, but his pout only makes him cuter. You reach back into your bag, and he eyes the spray, offended, when you replace it with a sunscreen stick.

“Don’t start, Lupin; I knew you’d run.”

He grimaces when you run the balm along his cheeks, but stays still nonetheless. You’re massaging it into his skin when James joins you on the patio, club swung over his shoulder.

“Moony, you look absolutely miserable.”

“He may be miserable but he’s not getting skin cancer.”

“Too bad you couldn’t save him from premature wrinkling.”

Remus scoffs. “I’m not wrinkling; I’m 24.”

“Twenty-four and wrinkly, my love.” James kisses his lips to appease him. “And graying, too.”

masterlist

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely I hope you’re feeling better!!!! I was wondering if I could request something with poly!marauders where she’s like simmering with anxiety and isn’t having a panic attack but is sort of close bc she’s just really overwhelmed and the boys notice and try to calm her down and are just sweet <3

Thank you for requesting sweetheart!

cw: signs of anxiety

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You appear caught in a state of restlessness. You’re meant to be reading, but Remus hasn’t seen you turn a page in ages. Your eyes keep unfocusing, your knee bouncing underneath your blanket and your fingers toying absentmindedly with the corner of your page. 

Remus supposes your boyfriends haven’t done much to create a relaxing atmosphere in your home tonight. Earlier he’d let Sirius keep an eye on the stove while he minced garlic, and of course that had ended with you and James rushing to open every window near the kitchen to get the smoke alarm to turn off, and even once he’d traded Sirius’ help for James’ there’d been several near-misses with the kitchen knives and his reckless chopping. It also doesn’t help that James and Sirius are in one of their moods where listening to them talk is like watching a tennis match. Trying to keep up could give you whiplash, but luckily you don’t seem to be paying attention as they bicker about whether rugby or cricket is the rougher sport (Sirius is only trying to rile James; James clearly knows this, but he persists nonetheless). Still, it can’t make for nice background noise. 

Remus corners the page of his own book and reaches across the space between you, taking your hand. You look up with a smile, pleasantly surprised. 

“Alright, lovely?” he asks, fingers dancing up the length of your palm to your wrist. 

“I’m good,” you reply softly. “How’s your book?” 

“It’s off to a slow start,” Remus admits, “but I’m hoping it’ll pick up soon. How’s yours?” 

You look down at the book in your lap. He almost wonders if you’d forgotten it was there. “It’s not bad.” 

“Yeah?” He lets his fingers rest over the bump of your pulse, trying not to frown at its quick beat. “You haven’t seemed to be reading much.” 

By now your conversation has caught the attention of the other boys, James turning towards you and Sirius tilting his head to see around him. 

“Oh,” James says sympathetically, “is it not very good?” 

“No, it’s fine.” You look back down at your book, a bit sheepish. “I guess I’m just a little distracted.” 

Remus hums knowingly, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. James’ brow furrows, but Sirius, true to form, asks outright, “Is something the matter?” 

You shake your head, seeming a bit perplexed yourself. “No,” you say, “I don’t know what my problem is.” 

“You seem a bit strung up,” Remus suggests gently. 

“Yeah, but” —you shrug, lips curving halfheartedly— “not for any good reason.” 

James makes a woeful pitying sound, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Sweetheart,” he laments, “do you think you might want a cuddle?” 

“Sure,” you agree, and your hand is removed from Remus’ as James pulls you into his lap, propping his chin on your shoulder with a pout, “but everything’s really fine, don’t worry.” 

Sirius leans his head on the couch cushion, looking at you with eyes sharp and contemplative. “What’s going through your head, pretty girl?” he asks. 

James covers your heart with a big hand, frowning at what he feels. You shrug. “I was just thinking about what I have to do tomorrow.” 

“You’ve been keeping busy lately,” Remus says. “Maybe you need to take some things off your plate.” 

A grimace is fixed upon your face before he’s finished talking. “It all has to get done, though,” you sigh. “No way around it.” 

Sirius and Remus exchange a look. “Maybe we can help,” Sirius says. 

You shake your head. “There’s nothing you can do,” you insist. “It’s not impossible, I’ve just been lazy and now it’s all piled up and I have to deal with it.” Your voice tenses as you lay it out, and your body with it. “It’s my problem. It’s not great, but I’ll get it done.” 

Sirius’ expression twitches into a frown at your increasingly agitated tone, and James gives you a firm squeeze, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. 

“Shh, angel, just slow down for a minute. You’re okay right now, aren’t you?” 

Some of the frustration slips from your expression. “I’m fine, I just—” 

“Then relax.” James’ voice is equal parts gentle and firm. “Take a deep breath.” 

You do. You close your eyes, and Remus can almost hear you counting as you inhale through your nose. James and Sirius, for probably the first time all evening, are silent. 

You stop breathing in. A small dent forms between your brows. 

“I can’t do it all the way,” you say, a slight vulnerability to your voice. 

Remus tries to make his low and sure to counter it. “That’s okay, it still counts. Just keep going, love. And maybe hear Sirius out.” 

Sirius very obviously fights the urge to gloat at the support, but he softens his preening into a lightly teasing look, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. “As I was saying, there have to be things we can make easier for you. What’s on your to-do list?” 

You take in another breath, and James makes a satisfied humming sound against your temple. “I mean, I really have to do laundry.” 

“Are you joking?” A grin splits Sirius’ face. “We can do that for you, baby, easy.” 

“And I have to finish my project,” you go on, as though determined to prove the impossibility of your tasks, “which will likely take all morning.” 

“I’ll be here tomorrow,” James reminds you. “Would it help if I made you breakfast so you don’t have to take the time?” 

You look surprised, head turning towards him. “Yeah,” you say. “That would be really helpful, actually.” 

“Stubborn thing.” Sirius pinches at your thigh, but Remus catches his hand before it can do any real damage. “Nothing we can do, huh?”

You duck your head sheepishly. Still, Remus can hear your smile when you say, “Sorry, you were right.” 

“It happens more often than you’d think, doll. Really astute of you to recognize it, though.”  

“For now,” Remus cuts in before Sirius can get to really gloating, “maybe it’s best to just try to relax, dove. Tomorrow’s problems will be manageable, there’s no sense in stressing yourself out tonight.” 

“Yeah,” you say, almost shyly. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking properly.” 

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” James chides, tightening his hold on you. “It’s all good now, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you admit. 

There’s a brief pause. 

“Sorry,” Sirius says, not sounding apologetic in the slightest, “I just want to hear it from your lips one more time. You said I was what?”

[nightsmarish]

Summary: you find a dog and Sirius isn't so sure about keeping it

Poly!wolfstar x reader (Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x reader) | 1.2k

Tw: mentions of vet, reader think Sirius might be mad they brought a dog home, talk abt shitty weather, Sirius sitting on readers lap, reader oogaling Sirius' thighs

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆⊹₊ ✰ ⋆⊹₊ ✰ ⋆⊹₊ ✰ ⋆⊹₊ ✰ ⋆⊹₊ ✰ Remus sits in the arm chair in the living room, book open but he's mostly zoned out. Sleep has been evading him like Sirius evades doing the dishes. And it's likely that knowing that you're not home yet from your late shift has been making him anxious, normally Sirius would be up with him, waiting for you, but he has been utterly exhausted lately, so he doesn’t blame him for being able to sleep. 

The door unlocking breaks whatever trance Remus was in, hearing you try and be quiet while you shut it and toe off your shoes. Remus stands up, placing a bookmark to mark his place as he makes his way to the entryway.

“Hi, dove.” His voice is soft and warm. You face him, face lighting up despite your exhausted features.

“Hey Rem.” You're holding your jacket in your arms, smiling guiltily.

“....what do you have there?” 

“Listen- you- Sirius might be upset. So just, keep this between us? For tonight?” You rush out your words, having practiced how you would explain yourself on the way home. 

“Show me what you have and then we can talk.” His lips quirk up in amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You hesitate for a moment before moving your coat. Remus walks closer to look into the little nest you made, where he sees a small ball of fluff.

“Merlin…” Remus mumbles as he follows you to the kitchen in your shared townhouse. 

“I found him outside of work, I couldn’t just leave him.” slowly moving the small puppy onto the counter, making sure its still asleep before going to the fridge to find something for the little thing to eat. 

You're not wrong for bringing the puppy home, and Remus knows that. It's been freezing out and raining heavily for days, he can’t imagine how pitiful the animal must have been outside. 

“I’ll- I'll take him to the vet tomorrow. Or find one open tonight. I swear, and we can all decide what to do from there.” You pull out some of the fancy lunch meat Sirius had bought for the sandwiches Remus has been taking to lunch this week, taking a slice and ripping it up on a small paper plate.

“Dove… I think we should wake up Pad.” Remus is slightly cautious despite it being his idea, knowing Sirius has always been a bit wary about the idea of getting a dog because he is a dog. Metaphorically and literally. 

You're filling up a small bowl with water, “I know, we should. I just- i don’t know. He's had a really long week and he's tired, and I don’t want to make it more exhausting because I brought home a dog.” 

“I know, but if he comes down for a class of water and you're hunched over a dog, he's gonna be half asleep and likely freak out a bit.”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll go wake him up. Can you see if he wants to eat or drink anything? Please?” You start making your way out the kitchen when you hear Remus confirm he can. 

Walking up the stairs, the door is cracked open to the bedroom, the light moon filtering in through the drapes and onto the bed. The bed where Sirius is dead asleep, hair messy, and shirt ridden up. You sit on the bed, gently brushing the hair out of his face.

“Siri? Baby?” Sirius stirs, groaning and reaching for your body, trying to trap you in bed with him. “Baby- Sirius we have a dog.” 

The laziness in his motions immediately stops, opening his eyes with furrowed brows and sits up. “What?”

“I found a dog, he's down stairs. I think I’m gonna find a 24 hour animal hospital to take him to.” You fidget with the hair tie on your wrist, not looking at his reaction. 

“Where did you find a sodding dog? In this weather?” Sirius rolls out of bed, standing in front of you, rather distracting in his boxers and concert shirt that you're pretty sure is yours. 

“Outside, near my work.” You shamelessly stare at his thighs, littered with a few tattoos that are a stark contrast to his pale skin. 

“And you brought it home?” 

“Yep, he's downstairs, wanna meet him?”

And Sirius does meet him, the little ball of white and brown fur. Even he had to admit the little thing was adorable (he thinks he's cuter but that wasn’t the conversation at the time). Both the boys accompany you to the 24 hour animal hospital you found. 

The puppy is rather healthy, a little under fed, and still shivering like a leaf. But caring for him back to help wouldn’t be too challenging. The next few days, the puppy remains in your home.

ᯓ★

“I wanna keep him.” You break the calm atmosphere of the house, Remus mixing batter for muffins, while Sirius sits on the counter and ‘helps’ while his record player softly plays in the background. 

“The dog?” Sirius whips his head back, Remus glancing over as well while he continues to mix. 

“No, I wanna keep james. Yes, the sodding dog.” Said dog, is sitting on your stomach while you lay back on the couch, watching oogaling Remus work. 

“I mean, I’m not opposed  to it.” Remus speaks up before Sirius can make a snide, and likely inappropriate response including James and him being called puppy. 

"I don't know..." Sirius glares, albeit softly, at the puppy, "I don't want dog fur on my clothes. And we don't know what breed he even is, he could grow to be huge. Like, part Tibetan Mastiff or something."

You hold the puppy's little face, pointing him to face Sirius, "but look at this little face! Cm'on baby, he's so cute!"

Sirius looks at the puppy, sleepily nuzzling closer to your hands, allowing you to do with him as you wish.

Remus watches Sirius' resolve dissolve quickly, "merlin... fine, we can keep him. But we should get him a DNA test. And neutered. And I still want to lay on you as padfoot, I get veto."

Remus smiles, pouring the batter into the muffin tin, “We should name him then, he deserves to be called more than the dog.”

“Padfoot jr?” 

Sirius looks at you like you've shot his mother, if this was a magical alternate universe where she was lovely. “No”

His reaction makes you laugh, disturbing the puppy, so he gets up and hops off the couch to go find somewhere else. Having gained a lot more comfort in this environment than his first day there. “You don’t want him to be your legacy?”

Sirius hops off the counter, walking to where you're laid back, moving on you to straddle your lap. “I am my own legacy, darling.”

Both you smile at each other, your hands moving up to hold onto his hips. Remus puts the tin in the oven and sets the timer, glancing at the record player, playing Cherry Bomb before joining you two. “What about Cherry?”

Both of you glance at him, “Like the song by The Runaways?” Sirius asks, smiling at the idea. 

“That’d be cute!” you sit up, only part way so he doesn’t fall off your lap. 

“With that logic, we should just name him Queen, if we are going off iconic songs.” 

“Yeah, but Queen isn’t a song, it's a band.” You sit up the rest of the way, taking Sirius with you. 

“Killer Queen is a song.” Remus points out.

“I like Cherry.” you hum, as Sirius dips down to kiss you.

[semisgroupie]

HOTWIFE ADVENTURES

nanami kento x fem. reader x higuruma hiromi

wc: 3.9k

warnings: nanami and reader are married and pick up higuruma at a bar, threesome, unprotected sex, double penetration, creampies (vaginal and anal), oral sex (f! and m!receiving), alcohol consumption, dubcon (slightly for higuruma bc he had a few drinks before meeting reader and nanami but there are consent checks), praise, some mxm action, fingering (f!receiving), light choking, anal (f!receiving), a photo is taken of reader

synopsis: your husband loves sharing you with others

a/n: for those who don’t know what a hotwife is, a hotwife is a married woman who has sexual relationships outside of her marriage, with the full knowledge and consent of her husband. here nanami and reader are married and he pushes for reader to explore with other partners (and honestly this is how is see my poly relationship with kento and hiromi starting)

You and your husband Kento loved to spice up your sex life in many ways but inviting a partner or multiple partners to the bedroom was the number one option.

He suggested the idea when you two were engaged and at first you were hesitant. Then after the first time, you two were addicted to it. You both had your favorite partners that you invited for multiple tastes, his colleagues Satoru and Suguru, your old college roommate Shoko, his assistant Takuma, and your former neighbor Toji. It was fun to explore and experiment but due to your busy work schedules, you weren’t able to indulge in your desires just yet.

After two hectic weeks of work, you both were able to have some freedom. Kento even decided to use a few of his sick days so you two could spend more time together and finally have the fun you both so desperately needed.

He walked behind you as you sat at your vanity and touched up your makeup. He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned down to kiss your temple. “You look absolutely stunning, darling.” You lifted a hand to caress his cheek and turned your head to kiss him before pulling back. “And you look handsome as always.” He pecked your lips once more and stood behind you as you applied your lipstick. After making sure your makeup was perfect you stood and smoothed out the dress you were wearing. It was your favorite little black dress and you had the perfect heels to go with it.

“Let me put your heels on you, come sit.” He took your hand and led you to the edge of the bed then dropped down on one knee. He placed one of your legs on his propped up knee and slipped the heel on, adjusting the strap just the way you liked it and then he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your knee. He then repeated the action with your other leg before he stood then helped you to your feet. “My god, you just look divine. Do a little spin for me.” He held one of your hands up and watched as you did a 360 for him. A wide smile grew on your lips as you moved closer to him and pulled him in for a kiss. You held him close then pulled back after a few moments and swiped your thumb across his lips to clean off some of the lipstick you left behind.

“Are you ready, Kento? If you want, we can cancel our reservation at that hotel and have a lazy night in.” You moved your hands to fix the collar of his shirt as he shook his head, “I’m ready, my love. My stunning wife needs a reward for working so hard and you know how much I love these nights.” He was an active participant whenever you two had an extra partner, always making sure to get involved so you would have the best time possible. He removed his hands from your hips and you walked over to grab your purse before grabbing his hand and walking out the door.

Kento drove you to a bar that had just opened across town and you were excited. The last time you two went to this part of town, you met Choso, a local musician that was very eager to please both of you. You hoped that you would see him again or meet someone who would be just as exciting in the bedroom. He held onto your hand as you two approached the entrance of the bar and he leaned down to kiss you. “Remember our signal?” You pecked his lips and nodded, “mhm I’ll swirl the toothpick with the olives around the rim of my glass, then you come over and we tell the lucky person about what we want.” He smiled and opened the door for you, bringing a hand down to pat your ass, “good girl, I’ll wait on the other end of the bar, go work your magic.”

You walked in and you felt some eyes follow you around as you walked to the counter. Your eyes moved around to look at all the patrons and no one really caught your eye. That was until you saw one man sitting at the bar, his dark hair was disheveled and he had a tired expression on his face that reminded you of your husband. You watched as the dark haired male brought the glass of dark liquid to his lips and downed its contents before bringing the glass back to the counter.

You ran your hands down your dress and made your way over to the empty chair next to him. He glanced over as you sat down and he sat up a little straighter. You leaned on the counter and smiled at the bartender, “can I get a martini, extra dirty? And can you get him another drink of whatever he was having?” The bartender nodded and pulled away and you looked over at the dark haired male next to you.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind that I ordered you a drink. You just finished your other one so quickly, I thought you might have needed another. I’m Y/N.” His dark eyes skimmed your body, taking in all of the curves that were hugged by your dress before meeting your eyes. “Thank you, I appreciate it. I’m Hiromi.”

Your drinks came and the conversation started. After ten minutes you were hanging on to his every word and he was doing the same to you. Each time you spoke or adjusted your position, his eyes traveled to your lips and your body. Especially whenever you crossed your legs, the action alone made your dress ride up ever so slightly and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Now, that meant you could go for the kill. You leaned in a little closer and moved your finger along his loosened tie. “Hiromi, I’ve noticed how you’ve been eyeing me this entire conversation. So, I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere private.” He watched your manicured fingers and licked his dry lips, “I would love to but I noticed something that decorates your left ring finger. Do I have to worry about your husband chasing me down? I already have enough problems with my line of work, I don’t need an extra one.” You smiled and swirled your toothpick around the rim of your martini glass. “I’ll have him answer that question for you.”

Nanami got up from his seat at the bar and made his way over to you. He stood next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Kento, this beautiful lady’s husband. You look a little confused so I’ll explain, we’ve had a little arrangement for a few years now and we like to invite people over to have sex. I can tell by that look in your eyes that you really want to fuck my wife and I have no problem with it, I mean look at her, she’s fucking stunning. If you’re okay with it, we have a hotel room nearby and we can all head there right now.” Your husband eyed Hiromi and noticed some striking similarities between him and the dark haired male. Hiromi downed the rest of his drink and shrugged, “let’s do it, I need to relieve the stress anyway.”

You perked up and Kento held your hand in his as you stood and you led him and Hiromi out of the bar. The hotel was about a 10-minute drive away and it would give Kento enough time to learn about your new playmate. “So baby, do you want to sit in the back with our new friend?” You nodded as you all approached the car and Kento opened the door for you. You took Hiromi’s hand and pulled him inside with you then Kento got in the driver's seat. He started the car and watched you through the rear view mirror, “tell me what you learned about him.”

You moved closer to Hiromi and loosened his tie more before responding to your husband. “This is Hiromi and he is a defense attorney. He had a really difficult day at work today so he’ll need extra attention.” Kento chuckled as you kept your description brief and watched as you pulled Hiromi closer to start kissing him. “Little minx.”

You were just about to straddle Hiromi when Kento parked the car in the hotel’s parking lot. Your husband turned back and smiled at you, “we’re here. You two should go to the elevator and I’ll grab the key card and check us in.” He got out of the car and opened the door for you and Hiromi then you both did as he said. You wrapped your arms around Hiromi and watched Kento as he checked in then quickly pressed the elevator button when he started walking to you both.

The elevator ride went quickly but it wasn’t quick enough for you, you just wanted to get started already. Once the elevator stopped you took the key card from your husband and led the way to the hotel room. Hiromi watched you and looked over at Kento, “is she like this often?” Your husband chuckled and shook his head, “it’s been a while since we’ve done this so she’s a bit more excited than usual.” Hiromi nodded and both men walked into the hotel room. Kento grabbed the do not disturb placard and placed it on the doorknob before locking it and you made your way over to both men, grabbing each of their hands in one of yours and you led them to the large bed. You gently pushed Hiromi to sit and moved to your husband before turning your back to him.

“Can you take my dress off please?” You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled at him before turning to Hiromi, “and please get comfortable Hiromi, I want to make you feel really good.” Hiromi started to take off his clothes as Kento pulled down the zipper of your dress. He leaned in and started peppering gentle kisses along each inch of exposed skin until your dress hit the ground and Hiromi sat back against the headboard in just his briefs. You were left in just the panties you picked out for the night, the black lace looked sinful against your skin and the fact that they were crotchless just made you look even more delectable to the two men in the room.

You turned to kiss your husband then turned to face Hiromi, you got on all fours and crawled over to the male on the bed. “Do you like what you see Hiromi?” You purred as you got closer to him and sat between his legs. “Fuck, of course I do. I can see why your husband can’t keep you all to himself, I’d want to show you off to everyone too.” He groaned and lifted his hands to your breasts, gently cupping and massaging them before he started to toy with your nipples. Kento watched as the other man toyed with you and started shedding his clothes.

You took one of Hiromi’s hands and brought it up to your mouth. You then opened your mouth and took two of his slim fingers inside, swirling your tongue around the digits before releasing them with a wet pop. Hiromi’s cock twitched as he watched you and he felt like he was going to burst out of his briefs any second. “I want to make you feel good, I’ll make you forget about everything bad that happened today.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth as you got on all fours again and leaned down more to start kissing along his thighs. Smeared lipstick was left behind in your wake as you reached for the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. Your eyes widened a little seeing Hiromi’s cock, it was a little loner than Kento’s just not as thick.

You leaned down more and started to pepper kisses up the length of his cock before taking the tip into your mouth. His dark eyes were focused on you as you started bobbing your head. Kento watched you two and reached down to start stroking his own cock, the sight of you pleasuring Hiromi was setting him off in the right way. He gave his cock a few pumps before moving closer to Hiromi, his mouth right by the other man’s ear, “feels good when she does that doesn’t it? Sometimes I think she was born just to have a cock in her mouth.”

Hiromi nodded and his cock twitched in your mouth as Kento continued to speak. He turned his head to look at Kento and leaned in closer, “it’s not fair that she gets to have all the fun with me, don’t you think?” That was all he said before closing the rest of the distance and pressing his lips to your husbands. You watched as they kissed, a clash of teeth and tongue and you snaked a hand between your thighs to start rubbing your clit. There were only a few times where complete strangers you picked up wanted to do anything with Kento and you were glad that Hiromi was one of the ones that were open to keeping your husband completely involved.

They broke the kiss and Kento pecked his lips once more before getting up and moving behind you. “Oh look at this needy pussy, she’s drooling for attention.” He cooed as he moved his hands up your thighs and used his thumbs to spread your lips. He wasn’t wrong, you were extremely needy. He leaned in as he kept your lips spread and flattened his tongue against your slit. He moved it from your clit to your drooling entrance then back to your clit. The action made you moan and whine around Hiromi’s cock adding more pleasure to the dark haired male. He reached down to place his hand in your hair and helped guide your movements, not wanting to rush you just yet.

Kento loudly groaned and slurped against your pussy, he dipped his tongue into your entrance and collected more of your juices on his tongue. He moved one of his hands along your ass and spanked you as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. He moved one hand down to his cock and started pumping it to relieve the throbbing but it wasn’t enough, he needed to be buried inside of you. Ever since his schedule with work changed he wasn’t even able to fuck you, he hated it and now he was going to take advantage this moment.

Hiromi gripped your hair a little tighter as he started thrusting up into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly making you choke and gag. Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked at Hiromi and that just spurred him on more. “Fuck, you look so pretty looking at me like that. A mouthful of cock, tears in those beautiful eyes, fuck.” He threw his head back as he kept thrusting then pulled you off of his cock. Your mouth fell open as you panted, greedily sucking in air. Your eyebrows slightly furrowed as you looked at him and even Kento pulled away, your juices dripping down his chiseled chin.

“Sorry, I just felt like I was going to cum. I just didn’t want to cum inside your mouth, I’d prefer to do it inside you if that’s okay.” Kento smirked as he looked at Hiromi and patted your hips. “You know, my little minx has always had this fantasy of being stuffed with two cocks, one in her pussy and one in her ass. We could fulfill it for her tonight, what do you say darling?” You perked up a little at the idea then looked back at your husband. “We have done prep for it but we don’t have any lube.” You pouted but your expression changed when your husband stood.

“Good thing I was able to have some things already sent to the room when I came by to double check our reservation.” He smiled and held up a small bottle of lube then walked over to you and Hiromi. “Now, all you have to do is decide who you want where.” You looked at both men and the gears in your head started working overtime. You never thought that your fantasy would be fulfilled any time soon so you never put the thought into who you’d want where. You chewed on your bottom lip and looked at your husband, “I want you to fuck my pussy,” then you turned your head to look at Hiromi, “and I want you to fuck my ass.”

Both men nodded and you sat in the middle of the bed while they got into position. Kento handed the lube off to Hiromi then laid on the bed, patting his thighs when he was comfortable. You watched as his cock throbbed and twitched, awaiting your warm pussy and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer. You crawled over to your husband and straddled him, you reached a hand down to grip the base of his cock and slowly started to sink down. Even after all these years of being with him, it still took you some time to adjust to Kento’s size. His gentle hands gripped your hips and he helped you sink down, “just take your time my love. Go as slow or as fast as you want, I’m right here.” You nodded and continued to sink down with his help and once he was fully inside you, you placed your hands on his chest to start bouncing a little.

You heard the slick sounds of Hiromi’s lubed hand stroking his cock in the background. You continued bouncing, trying not to get too carried away but that fear was proving to be difficult. Especially with the way Kento’s cock hit your g spot each time you sank down on his cock.

That was until Kento gripped your hips tighter to keep you in place. “Hey, I don’t want you to be too sensitive when Hiromi fucks your ass. Are you sure you still want this? It’s completely fine if you change your mind. I just want you to be comfortable.” He moved his hands up and down your sides and you nodded, “I still want this. I just got a little carried away.” You smiled and started to lean down until your chest was pressed against his completely.

Kento’s hands moved along your back and sides as Hiromi made his way over, the lube still in hand while he positioned himself behind you. Kento’s hands moved down to your ass and spread your cheeks, revealing the tight puckered hole. Hiromi poured a generous amount of lube on it and you hissed at the sensation. “Sorry, it’s cold. Just take a deep breath.” Hiromi took his bottom lip between his teeth as he tossed the lube aside then lined his cock up with your hole and slowly started to push in.

You gasped and held onto your husband tighter as the other male continued to work himself in. The sensation was overwhelming, Hiromi wasn’t even completely inside and you were overwhelmingly full. When he was halfway inside he leaned down and peppered kisses along your shoulder blades, “you’re doing amazing. Just taking two cocks inside, we’re so proud of you.” Hiromi’s praise was mumbled against your skin as he thrusted slowly, getting you used to the feeling of two cocks inside you.

When your whines and whimpers turned into moans, Hiromi started to thrust a little faster. You moaned and held onto your husband tighter still wanted more stimulation. “Ken—Kento, please fuck me. I need it.” You looked at him with half lidded eyes as you moaned his name so sweetly, it drove him insane. He planted his feet on the bed and started to thrust up into you. They took turns bottoming out and pulling out and that made your mind all fuzzy. You dug your nails into your husband’s shoulders as they continued thrusting, feeling full on one end then getting stuffed on the other.

“I’ve never fucked someone this tight before, you just feel so good wrapped around my cock. Can’t wait to fuck you full of cum.” Hiromi spoke and moved one hand around your throat and pulled you from the security of your husband's neck, allowing both men to see the ruined expression on your face.

Then they both started to thrust in sync, ripping a cry from your throat. You clenched around them tighter, feeling the knot at the pit of your stomach tighten and threaten to snap. You were tipping right over the edge, ready to fall at any second. Kento lifted his head and peppered kisses along your chest, nipping and sucking at the skin. “Cum, I know you’re gonna cum. Be a good girl and just let go.” Your body tensed as your orgasm ripped through you, your juices spraying and making a mess of both men and the sheets.

Hiromi let go of your throat and gripped the sheets by Kento’s head as his orgasm followed. A guttural groan left his lips as he started pumping you full of cum. Kento followed soon after, emptying his balls into your cunt as his thrusts slowed down. Hiromi slowly pulled out and his eyes widened as he saw cum leak out of you. Your husband lifted you a little and pulled out of you leading to more cum spilling out of your spent holes and onto the sheets beneath you. He laid you on the bed and stood to grab some things to clean you up.

Hiromi moved to grab some water for you and brought it to your mouth to help you drink from it. Kento returned with a wet washcloth and his eyes widened as he saw the cum leaking out of you. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching into his discarded pants and taking out his phone. He turned on the camera and moved closer to snap a few photos of both of your messy holes then set it down to start cleaning you off. Hiromi laid by your side and held you while your husband cleaned you off. Once Kento was done he laid down beside you both and pressed a kiss to your temple then Hiromi’s cheek before laying back. “Did you have fun, sweetheart?” You nodded and smiled at him then looked at Hiromi for a response.

“I never thought my night would end like this, I just thought I’d drink and wallow in pity once I got home. But, I’d definitely like to do this again.” A smile broke out on your face and Kento’s. “Well once we’re all well rested we can exchange information and see if we can make this a regular thing whenever you’re having a bad day. And I have some photos to share with you to remind you of us, Hiromi.” He winked and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked at your husband.

“Did you take another photo of cum leaking out of my pussy?” You lightly hit your husband’s chest making him laugh, “this time it’s your pussy and ass.” “Same thing Kento!”

taglist: @blackfire2013 @tojjist @suyacho @watyousayin @benkeibear @satmitsuplanet @punkgibsons @delirieum @enchantedforest-network

[eevisims]

stonefield manor | cc build. stonefield manor is gorgeus and luxurious mansion featuring a stunning brick exterior, spacious interiors for entertaining and a backyard full of greenery.

i’m back this time with an european/english inspired brick house. my inspo for this house is here. this house is maxis mix, i used both alpha and maxis cc. this is my favorite build out of the few i’ve done this year and i hope you like this build as much as i do

also i’m sorry about the quality of these pics, it’s soo bad and idk why

more information:

ea id: eevisims | download this from my gallery

also the wall sconce is placed on the door in the laundryroom by accident, i’m too lazy to take a new photo but it’s fixed in game

edit: i might edit this lot in the future and remove some cc to make it more gameplay friendly but as of right now i have no plans for that

$648,528

residential

fully furnished & the cc free shell will be on my gallery later

40x30 windenburg

4 bedrooms & 6 bathrooms

office, pool, outside grill area, bonus room (that i left empty), & garage.

packs used: a lot of them. i’m not gonna list them since majority of them aren’t necessary.

for the computer in the office, kitchen AND in the teens room your sim has to sit down first, otherwise it won’t work. otherwise everything is functional and playtested

the upstairs has a weird lighting glitch i tried to fix it but it didn't go away so i hope you dont mind that

i use K-hippies terrains mod and their other replacements too so the grass won’t look as realistic as it does in my game if you don’t own the mod. it's not necessary but highly recommend. you can find it here

i don't recommend using this lot without all the cc plants/trees since i don't know how they are gonna get replaced if u don't have them & they're not that high poly

bb.moveobjects on

cc used:

i didn't want to include the cc in this post since there's so much but click here for the links. there'a lot of cc (total of about 19gb.)

if there’s any missing cc let me know! but everything necessary is listed so it wouldn’t be a big deal if anything is missing. also let me know if any link isn't working properly.

download all the cc & make sure to mark “show custom content” when downloading this in gallery

cc credits to all amazing creators @felixandresims @pierisim @harrie-cc @sundays-sims @pinkbox-anye @sims4luxury @syboubou & many more.

[lesbojournals]

🍳: poly!maraduers on a lazy Saturday, cuddling up in bed, and just small talking and LOTS of kisses just make my heart sob 🥹

Poly!Marauders x Reader (who's having a lazy Saturday)

a/n: eee this ask was so cute i hope you enjoy!

You woke with a smile already on your face. It was Saturday–finally, your day of the week with your boys arrived. Between the four of you, your schedules were kind of hectic, and it was on Saturdays that you all had off from life and work and anything else. 

It was perfect. 

You hummed as you opened your eyes to notice you were the first awake (to your surprise). The bed was tangled with legs and arms all over, the way the four of you cuddled wasn’t the most conventional. 

Taking your time (as to not wake any of the boys), you slowly removed yourself from the beast that was cuddling. You tiptoed out of the room and to the kitchen, where you decided to surprise your boys with some tea. You knew Remus liked it a particular way, so you were especially attentive to his cup, while James and Sirius were far less picky. You assigned each boy their own mug ages ago, so you used their respective mugs (a quidditch one for James, an ACDC one for Sirius, and a Jane Austen one for Remus) and your own mug, which had your favorite movie character on it.

You aligned them on a tray and could hear light chatter coming from the bedroom, so you walked as fast as you could with four boiling hot cups of tea to the bedroom.

“Ah, sunshine!” James spoke with a raspiness in his voice, one of your favorite things about him in the morning.

Remus perked up from where he was laying in Sirius’ chest. “Is that for us?”

“No, Rem,” Sirius answered for you. “All four cups are for her.”

You snickered as you put the mugs down on their bedside tables–Remus and Sirius’ on one, and James and your’s on the other bedside table.

James grabbed your waist the second the final mug hit its coaster and you let out a yelp.

“C’mere.” He whispered into your side, and you let him drag you back onto the bed. 

You sat up straight while he situated himself in between your legs, letting his head fall back onto your stomach. 

He smiled up at you. “Hi, beautiful.”

You gently caressed his cheek. “Someone’s awful mushy this morning.”

Remus had sat up and started sipping on his tea. He seemed content. “Haven’t you noticed Jamie’s a big ball of love every Saturday?”

You just smiled bigger as you looked from boy to boy. You looked down at James again, who had his eyes closed as you played with his hair. You looked back at Sirius, who was gazing at James with complete adoration in his eyes. 

He looked at you when you spoke. “You boys want to do anything today? Go anywhere?”

Sirius scrunched his eyebrows. “Absolutely not! I forbid any of you from leaving this bed, in fact, we’re staying right here with our tea and our mushiness forever.”

You giggled at that, and James let out a huff of laughter. Remus smiled between the three of you, and took another sip of his tea. 

“How can you drink that, Rem? It just came out of the kettle a few minutes ago. You’ve only just let it steep.” You spoke up.

Remus shrugged. “I like hot tea.”

“‘Cause you’re a hottie.” James mumbled, clearly on the brink of sleep.

Sirius groaned at the pun while you and Remus let out little bits of laughter. He put his tea down and crawled over Sirius to get to you, latching onto your leg. 

“Well now I’m left out, scooch Jamie.” Sirius muttered. 

Before you knew it all of your boys had their place in the bed, somehow with you in the middle of all of it. Sirius had picked up your kindle from the bedside table (he knew you’d likely stay awake while they napped) and you read peacefully while the boys cuddled you from every angle. 

Saturdays were your favorite.

[aohisworld]

SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU. | THE SERIES!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ when things are a little too tame in Aohi’s world, she conspires to dote on her seven boyfriends. (A series!)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ poly!ot7 x addedmember!oc , contains. cringe writing, fluff, like CAVITY SWEET fluff, some parts (excluding ri-ki) might be a LITTLE suggestive , keep in mind that this series takes place in the present, which puts Aohi at 20 years of age!

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: sorry about the no updates to either big fics guys TT school’s ending and I have to pass the diplomas before I actually get to graduate (grad ceremony was literally for show) so have this silly little series that I plan to do!

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun.

✧. ┊ “Noo-noo-ah!” Aohi softly called, her arms opening for the boy who was approaching her bed with a pep in his step. “Tokki-yah!” Sunoo replied back, gently kissing her nose as the two smiled and giggles.

“What’s up, oppa?” Aohi asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down on his back. Usually, Sunoo loved to come into Aohi’s room and lay on top of her, the boys actually shared that habit together, coming in her separate room to bother her whenever they wanted.

“Nothing, what’re you doing?..” Sunoo’s muffled voice from him tucking his head into Aohi’s neck spoke, peeking from whatever line of sight he could achieve from the intimate cuddle.

“I’m just watching whatever, you want to watch with me?” She asks, looking down slightly to try and establish eye contact with the puffy-cheeked fox.

“No, just came to check in on you.” Sunoo hummed, he sits up from his spot and grabs hold of Aohi’s own cheeks, dipping down for a sloppy kiss as her muffled giggles started to resonate within the room.

“Owp-pwa!” A muffled attempt was heard, Sunoo tried his best not to laugh, pulling away with a dramatic ‘smooch!’ Sound coming from his own lips.

Aohi’s laughs became clearer as Sunoo pulled away, and he could feel a gentle tug at his heart the way Aohi’s big smile appears in his line of sight.

“Come out for dinner soon, Jay-hyung said you haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Sunoo reminds her, getting off Aohi’s bed and walking to the door. He turns to look at Aohi one more time, making sure he’s heard.

“Eung! I’ll come soon, oppa!” Aohi spoke, turning in her bed as she wiped her cheek of any saliva that didn’t dry out.

Not that it didn’t disgust her that the boys leave sloppy kisses but, Aohi just thinks that’s how intimacy goes, kind of like how cats rub up on anything and everything to mark their territory.

Actually, Aohi has no idea why she’s comparing those two things with each other.

She continued to watch her YouTube videos a little longer, having a deep interest in hour-long documentaries that spoke about anything of the horror genre.

Aohi wasn’t a big fan of horror though, but there’s something funny about having an excuse to sleep in one of boys’ rooms, and usually Jay or Heeseung can’t bother to say no to her.

“Aohi-yah! Dinner’s ready!” Sunghoon’s voice called for her, and she sighs knowing she actually has to go this time. “Coming!” Aohi sits up from her bed and places her feet into bat slippers gifted to her by Jake.

Aohi wiggles her feet for a little bit, smiling at the fluffy feeling on her feet. She leaves her room with a hop in her step, walking into the open-plan kitchen with a sleepy smile.

“What’s for dinner, oppa?” Aohi looked over Jay’s shoulder, looking into the pot of kimchi-jjigae he made. “I felt a little lazy today, I hope you don’t mind, batsy.” Jay turned to her, and he kissed Aohi’s temple.

“Eung~” Aohi hummed understandingly, before walking off to go sit with her other boyfriends. “Hi baby, did you have a good nap earlier?” Heeseung pulled his gaze away from his phone, looking up at Aohi with his gentle Bambi gaze.

“Mhm! Speaking of which, can I sleep with one of you guys tonight?” She sat in her seat, and her legs made quick work of sitting criss cross on the seat.

“I don’t get why you do that, it’s so weird.” Sunoo mumbled jokingly beside her, obviously mentioning her instinct to sit weirdly on her chair.

“It’s a habit! Don’t you know my cousins in the Philippines do it all the time!” Aohi scrunched her nose back at Sunoo, who couldn’t help but smile at her adorable expression.

“You can sleep with me, bunny.” Sunghoon offered, placing his hand on her head affectionately, Aohi happily cherishing his attention.

“Like hell! You’ve been snuggling with her more than enough! She’s with me tonight!” Ri-ki huffed, pulling Aohi to his side.

Aohi felt her heart warm a little that her boys were so wanting to spend time with her, even if it’s just for the night. “Why don’t you guys let her decide? She’s the one who wants to sleep somewhere else for the night.” Jungwon hummed, his gaze on his phone.

“Wonnie, do you want to, tonight?” Aohi asked, looking towards him, in which he glanced up in response, and she could easily tell the way his eyes lit up that there was no way he was denying her offer.

“Yeah!” The other boys at the table groaned and complained, and Jungwon could only smile smugly. Soon enough the boys stopped messing around, Aohi sensing Jay’s presence with the smell of kimchi-jjigae filling her nostrils.

“Wah! It smells delicious, oppa.” Aohi’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Jay’s cooking, channeling her inner foodie as she was getting ready to dig in.

“Did I make you wait too long, batsy?” — “no, but the other people at the table waited too long.”

Sunoo answered smartly, looking up at Jay with a look that pulled a sheepish grin from the cook. Sunoo sat up on his seat as Jay placed the pot onto the coaster, the steam letting out a spicy aroma in the room.

“I’m going to eat well..” Aohi made a gesture before picking up her chopsticks, waiting for Heeseung to get his first bite, and then Jay.. and then Jake, and you get the rest.

Aohi took her bite soon after everyone else had, smiling as she ate, loving the domesticity of dinner tonight. She really felt like doting on her boyfriends for being so doting on her as well.

Like, maybe she should return the kindness! She looked around her for a little bit more before continuing to eat her meal silently, but happily. Aohi had a plan…

It was operation: dote on the en- boys!

OBJECTIVE #1: YANG JUNGWON!

"what're you doing here, little bunny? Not up to some trouble, I hope."

mission debriefed!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊Jungwon has been a lot busier promoting their new album, memorabilia. Aohi can't remember the last time she's got the time to even look at her boyfriend! Not that the whole group wasn't promoting or anything... but she really misses one of her two feline boyfriends!

This calls for a little Aohi TLC, which is exactly what she's planning to do during a surprise visit before an interview!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ yang jungwon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes (honestly it's just kissing).

OBJECTIVE #2: LEE HEESEUNG!

"I'm just playing for another hour! You can wait, right, batsy?"

mission in progress! [possible completion: June 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ It's been a little too quiet at the apartment for Aohi's liking, understandably the boys might be recharging from doing so many promotions, but Aohi's just a girl! She needs her daily attention like her naps, and she's going to get them!

Her next victim? Lee Heeseung, Aohi knows nobody can tear the boy away from his beloved game, League of Legends. Aohi thinks she should still try though! No harm in trying!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ lee heeseung x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes, a lot of gaming vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #3: PARK JJONGSEONG!

“You know you're the only one I'm willing to spoil, right?”

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi's taken a small break on doting on her boyfriends, her current schedule was taking her out and Jay seems to be able to tell, so.. instead of Aohi carrying out her doting missions, Jay beats her to it by taking her out for a little spoiling.

Don't fear though, it's not a mission if Aohi doesn't dote on him back! Luckily, she knows just the thing that'll do the trick!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park jjonseong (jay) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of spoiling, erm... idk my draft doesn't really have anything to make note of LOL.

OBJECTIVE #4: SIM JAEYUN!

"I wouldn't let anyone else take care of Layla, batsy.. you're her mama, and I sure as hell won't let you go!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ There's nothing better than a boyfriend and his cute as heck dog, named Layla! Ever since Aohi started to date Jake, she's been referred as Layla's mama, and the dog seems to agree, and what kind of mom would she be if she didn't spoil Layla and her dad?

A little hike on her's and Jake's favourite trail to relax and get some exercise in, while Layla gets to spend the whole day with her parents!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ sim jaeyun (jake) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of cringe name calling?? Idk I drafted a really dorky Jake.. Layla blocking Jake from Aohi LOL.

OBJECTIVE #5: PARK SUNGHOON!

"You sure do slip a lot.. is it because you're you falling for me, batsy? Ow! It was a joke, babe!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ The summer heat was too much for the en- group to handle! With the other boys and Xiulin going out for cold treats, Aohi and Sunghoon opt for the ice skating rink. Aohi uses this to her advantage by using this time alone with her boyfriend to dote on him!

Only... how can she dote on him when he keeps cracking the most lamest jokes?! Aohi thinks she's going to break from one more dad joke!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park sunghoon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, lame dad jokes, as in, googled dad jokes, a little bit of suggestive themes at the end. skating vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #6: KIM SUNOO!

"You always dote on me, tokki.. please let me return the favour, pretty girl."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Kim Sunoo, Aohi's favourite to dote on. Well, he knows that for sure, considering he manages to catches Aohi before she could even plan on a way to dote on him! Sunoo wants to give back all of the love she's given him, knowing that she must be tired on loving seven, such rowdy boys.

Sunoo plans his own little mission when he and Aohi are chosen as ambassadors for Vivienne Westwood, and brought to Milan for a photoshoot.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ kim sunoo x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, modelling mentions, sunoo is not an actual ambassador for viv westwood!! A little bit of suggestive themes.

OBJECTIVE #7: NISHIMURA RI-KI!

"Did you plan this whole trip back home just to spend time with me? Aren't you adorable, batsy."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi was feeling a little homesick, and what's a better way to spend a little home vacation if not with her boyfriend, who probably misses Japan as much as she does? Aohi makes the smartest idea to dote on Ri-ki during their trip, equipped with her credit card and an extra piece of luggage for any souvenirs to take home.

Ri-ki acts oblivious to her plans though, after living with Aohi for so long, he's made the conclusion that an excited Aohi cannot keep anything to herself for the life of her. Therefore, Ri-ki has plans to reverse the roles on Aohi, doting on her instead.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ nishimura ri-ki x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a little travel trip to Japan, tiny bit self-indulgent because they're going through my travel plans LMAO.

[elsweetheart]

HELLO KITTIE, i have a request 🤭🤭, what about poly! Relationship w/ abby & ellie x reader, obv smut (god im such a whore)

Hear me out; the 3 of them living together, and one night they come from patrol to find reader high & masturbating themself with a pillow thinking of them 🫦🫦

im sorry im down BAD for them

-🎧

been thinkin abt this request since i got it 🙀

high tide.

🎀 mentions of weed, abby and ellie share reader typa relationship, masturbation, mentions of the strap on but it’s not used, not writing another part to this sorry !

you hated being bored. therefore, tuesdays were your most despised day. it was the day abby and ellie were both scheduled to be out on patrol together, whilst you sat in your shared home all bored and lonely. the least you could do was get high and pass the time until they returned.

“you sure you wanna smoke without us? not gonna get all scared again and disturb jesses peace like you did last time, right?” ellie smirked, tilting her head at you as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders, abby stood behind her zipping hers up. you recall the time you smoked waaaay too much weed, got super panicked and ended up knocking at jesses door crying, telling him that you think you’re allergic to snow.

before you got the chance to respond, abby’s head whipped around, braid falling over her shoulder as she came and stood by ellie to look at you where you were sprawled on the sofa clutching a bag of weed. “i told you that was a bad idea earlier.” she argued, making your head lull back up at the ceiling with a defensive whine.

“but it’s boring. i know my limits now.” you sat up, baggy tshirt that belonged to abby jostled— exposing some of the skin on your stomach as you did so. you bat your eye lashes playfully, bringing your fists up beneath your chin. “i’ll be good, i swear.”

abby shrugged, giving up on telling you what you couldn’t do, knowing you were likely to do it anyway. “fine, have at it.” she was now occupied by looking around for her gloves, snatching it out of ellie’s hands when she saw the brunette trying to pull them over her own palms quietly, having lost hers. “i think not.” abby tutted, not in the best of moods about having to leave her sweet girl in her tshirt all alone to go on patrol.

“sheesh, what happened to sharing is caring.” ellie muttered, flicking her eyebrows up at you making you giggle.

“abby shares sometimes, i’m living proof.” you jest, wiggling your fluffy-sock adorned toes into the couch cushions to keep them warm. ellie smiled, huffing a quiet laugh out her nose before her eyes flickered to the pre roll you’d made from your bag before they’d entered the room.

“y’want me to light you up atleast, ‘fore i go?” ellie took a few steps towards you on the couch as she pat her pockets for her lighter before leaning her palms against the back of the seat. you scrunched your nose, looking at it before looking back at her shaking your head.

“i got it. gonna wait til’ i get really bored and desperate.” you smiled and she pat the back of the couch in a quick rhythm before pushing herself off.

“alright. god you’re so fuckin’ lucky—”

“come on, ellie.” abby called from the door, before her heavy footsteps rearrived in the door way, giving her a look telling her to hurry up before her gaze softened, looking at you.

“we won’t be too long. be careful, okay?” she instructed, pleadingly — telling you basically not to smoke more than you can handle again.

“i will. bye guys, miss you already.” you pouted, arm extended as you waved with your fingers.

“bye, babe.” ellie leant forward and ruffled your hair before following abby out the door, the sound of them bickering outside muffled as they trudged further away.

a few hours passed, and you could no longer entertain yourself. to be honest, you hadn’t tried too hard— you hadn’t even moved from the couch. you were set on having a lazy day, and that you were having. you rolled around on the couch trying to get comfortable again, kicking off the blanket and hoisting your leg up, abby’s t-shirt bunched up around your waist exposing your underwear and socks. you gazed at the pre-roll, enough was enough.

abby had gotten in your head a little about smoking too much, so you made sure you were careful — smoking half the zoot right there on the couch (knowing abby would complain about you smoking inside, but hey, it was punishment for her getting in your head.) before stubbing it out, enjoying the relaxing buzz it brought you. this was it, you thought. maybe abby was onto something, there was a limit — and you’d done a great job at not reaching it today, getting just high enough to feel good and hazy without it being all too intense. you relaxed back on the couch, stretching your arms out beside you.

the good feelings had made you feel all mushy and affectionate, and you blinked your red eyes open to stare ahead of you, pouting at their absence. you wished that they were here right now, experiencing your joy with you. you pictured ellie to your left and abby to your right and smiled, practically being able to hear their pointless bickering. the only time they could make true peace with eachother, was when they were making you feel good. most of the time, anyway.

something stirred in your underwear, a warm familiar blanket of pleasure washing over you thinking about the way they doted over you, letting you fall into that glorious submissive space just to take care of you. you wanted that right now, you wanted them to come home and take care of you.

the submission creeping in made you feel higher and you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as you sunk down lower on the couch, letting your legs fall open. the heat had wedged itself between your thighs and you felt the urge to touch yourself tingling in the tips of your fingers. you indulged, running your hand down your stomach the same way one of your girlfriends might and wasted no time letting the pads of your fingers climb over your clothed clit, the sensation heightened by your high. you let out a shaky breath, rubbing with more vigour as you brought one foot up, bent to sit flat on the couch giving your more access. you cursed, slipping your hand into your panties and wondering how you could get so wet so fast.

you spread your juices through your folds, fingers darting around your swollen button making you mewl out. you wanted to whine one of their names, but your heart ached trying to decide who’s to moan first, not wanting the other to feel second bested despite their lack of presence. you fucked your own hand until you came, loud, desperate and easy. almost too easy, as it was proven that the second you came down the burning ache hadn’t subsided. you felt insatiable.

more desperate now, you decided to switch up your tactics. as soon as you had grabbed the cushion, yanking your underwear down just to your knees, too eager to take them off completely — your eyes were clamping shut, stuffing the folded cushion between your legs laying on your front. from the way it was folded, it nudged directly against your sensitive clit, folds spreading around its shape. your cheek smushed itself into the couch as you ground your hips, slow and lethargic, each move tugging your panties slightly lower down your legs, still binding them with its material.

patrol hadn’t been too long, luckily for the two girls. as usual, they were driving eachother up the wall with small disagreements and ellie’s inappropriate jokes. they were more than happy to arrive back home to their sweet mediator, hoping to be greeted with an excited embrace as usual.

abby unlocked the door, turning her nose up immediately as a warm pungent wall of cannabis hit her in the face. ellie shuffled in behind her, dragging her feet slightly to kick any snow and mud off. “fucking freezing out there— oh, somethin’ smells good.”

“neither of you listen, do you?” she sighed, unzipping her coat as the two of them walked through to the living room, expecting to see you napping or engaged in a book. ellie heard the telltale mewl of your pleasure before abby did, distracted by pulling her coat off as they walked towards the room. the brunette briefly stopped with a growing excited smirk before continuing to follow the broad blonde into the entrance of the living room.

they stopped at the door, watching your grind your cunt into the delicately stitched cushion, pathetic whimpers distracting the two of them momentarily from the smell of weed. abby’s demeanour softened, feeling the way her body heat up at the sight. your leg hitched up, making the swell of your ass more plump as your folds shimmered in the low light. ellie particularly enjoyed the view of your panties not even pulled fully down your legs, suggesting your desperation to get yourself off.

you were only alerted of their presence when abby’s heavy boots creaked the floor board— but you were in no rush to lift your head and stop your movements. infact, your hips slowed to a stop reluctantly as you just stared back at them guiltily, unsure of what the reaction might be.

“having fun?” abby crossed her thick arms over her chest and you tensed, pushing your cunt more firmly into the pillow at the sight.

“was just… i…” you were lost for words, you’d totally been caught. your eyes dragged over to ellie, the sound of her backpack thudding against the floor drawing your attention. she strode over, dropping to a kneel in front of you. she was smirking with amusement which only made you blink your eyes at her more innocently like you hadn’t been doing anything at all, her hand reaching out to take a hold of your chin, tilting it up to face you into the light more.

“just as i expected, high as a kite. damn, we can’t leave this one alone for five minutes.” she shook her head and you began to push yourself up off the pillow, the shame finally reaching you as a flushed heat crept up your cheeks from behind your ears. a weight dipped in the couch beside you, abby taking a seat. her strong hand clasped the back of your thigh.

“you can stay like that.” it wasn’t an offer, nor a suggestion— more like a thinly veiled threat. ellie nodded sympathetically and you dropped your cunt back down onto the pillow. abby’s hand casually slid up your thigh, her thumb just missing your folds as it reached your ass, taking the meat of it and jiggling it slightly. “you’re actually in the perfect position to get fucked, i just don’t know if you deserve it after smoking inside again and all.” she pretended to contemplate, hand sliding back down to your where your panties were bunched up around her, dragging them down a few inches. you knew she was staring at your soaked folds and the way they were spread around the cushion— you knew abby was strong willed, but she wasn’t that strong willed.

ellie glared at abby, scoffing as if to say ‘i’ll do whatever i want, actually.’ and turned to you almost stubbornly. “sit up for me babe, i’ll help you out.” she emphasised. you pushed yourself up by your clammy hands and repositioned yourself so you were sat on the couch, panties still pulled half way down which felt even more embarrassing from this position. ellie readjusted her squatted position on the floor, before taking hold of the backs of your knees and yanking so your hips were up where she needed them. “there ya go.” she muttered, pushing your knees up as she leant in, taking a long lick through your soaked folds and enclosing her mouth around your clit, sucking. you whined, folded legs flailing a little as you tried to ignore the imposing mountain of abby beside you, staring, almost plotting.

you thought you could ignore her intimidation, enjoy ellie’s tongue lapping you up, and you were — but your attention was briefly stolen when she spoke. “spoiled.” was all she said, a slow shake of her head paired with it. you turned to look at her, and then it was her turn to feel weak. you just looked so pretty — eyes glossy and pink, mouth swollen, flushed and drooly, hair a little out of place, chest rising and falling with pants with the brunette between your thighs, your hand gently caressing the back of her head. fuck, abby thought— and she couldn’t stop herself from her hand sliding round the back of your neck like a snake and gripping you there, not wanting you to tear your gaze away. your brows furrowed at her touch, continuing to whimper from ellie’s ministrations.

the blonde pulled you in for a kiss, messy and barely giving you a chance to breathe. she fucked your tongue with her own for a while before you broke away when you felt ellie’s mouth disappear from your cunt. you turn to face her but was met immediately with her lips on yours — jealous and attention seeking. you barely had time to register the change-over, a gasp wracking through your chest when her slender middle finger slid right up inside you, pressing hard against the delicate gummy spot within. she kissed you through your shocked noises of pleasure, and you noticed abby’s hand still gripping the back of your neck, always somewhat in control.

“yeah, needed that huh?” ellie whispered against your lips, and you felt abby’s hand start to travel. she was grasping the back of your shirt now in her fist, like you were a bag of fruit or something. it was almost humiliating, the same way kittens get lifted by the scruff of the neck. she waited for the right moment before beginning to tug your shirt up, removing it over your head and from your body. your nipples peaked now in the sudden change of temperate and abby shuffled closer, big palm running across them before grabbing one, thumbing the nipple. the sensation made you buck your hips against ellie’s hand, overwhelmed and oh god — you were going to cum again already.

abby’s hand left you as soon as she sensed this, and so did her warmth from beside you. she stood up infact, and ellie actually pulled away to let you look up at her, taking the opportunity to take abby’s seat so she could kiss your neck, fingers finding your cunt once more.

“don’t let her cum yet. you wanna slut yourself out on the couch when we come home, you get fucked properly. those are the rules.” she looked so big, her long sleeve off-white henley gripping her biceps like it was it’s day job, her shoulders squared and her chin lifted and determined. she held your watery gaze before walking away to her bedroom to retrieve what you can only imagine to be the strap on. ellie’s fingers only sped up, thumb tapping against your clit as she suddenly began the race to get you to cum before abby returned.

“els.” you whined warningly only making her chuckle against the shell of your ear.

“what?” she smiled, your fingers clenching around her at just her voice.

“abby said—”

“i know what she said.” she whispered meaningfully, making no effort to slow her hand down. oh. that’s what was going on here.

“y’gonna— mmh— get me in t—trouble.” you were panting and you felt the sweat gathering at the back of your neck, almost a marking of abby’s absence.

“so get in trouble, we all know you like being punished anyway.” she shrugged, green eyes boring into the side of you face. “you’ll still be my good girl atleast.” she purred, trying everything to push you over the edge as you began to hear abby’s feet descending back down the stairs. your cunt spasmed around her fingers and she smirked, knowing she was about to be victorious.

“ellie!” you squeaked, feeling yourself tipping over the edge, almost frightened and panicked.

“thats it, baby. you take whatever you want. fuck, i love this greedy pussy.” she cursed as you exploded, the unmistakable sounds of your orgasm filling the room, just as the footsteps of abby returned — her strong shoulder leaning against the door to watch. your eyes were closed, but you knew her arms were crossed, face unreadable, thick strap very much present.

“hope you enjoyed cumming.” her strong voice carried once you’d come down, making your pink eyes flutter open from dream-land. ellie was kissing your jaw, smug smirk on her face as she wiped her fingers on your thigh. abby stepped forward into your hazy view. “because it won’t be happening again tonight.”