#implied that it's a poly?? lol

[milkamel]

Everyone loves Cross 💜💛💚❤️

(Silly doodles of smooches I just wanted to draw something cute and I couldn't decide which ship I wanted lol- the struggles of a multishipper)

Cross belongs to jakei Nightmare and Dream belong to jokublog Killer belongs to rahafwabas

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I just know wade would be asking u to grind ur teeth down on it...i just know it....

hi anon ur so right wade actually has you do insane shit to him dick biting is just the BEGINNING‼️😮‍💨 and the first time he suggests it you’re mortified 😭 you’re giving him that gawk gawk 3000 typhoon top but he’s still kinda soft 😰 you’re lowkey worried feeling self-conscious about your head game until he cups your face and swipes his thumb across your cheek

“can i ask you a weird question?”

when you’re having sex with wade wilson, this could lead to literally anything. “does this bump on my nutsack look different than usual?”, “what’s your stance on the death penalty?”, “did i ever tell you about that time i got my dick stuck in the toaster?” you brace yourself for whatever batshit insanity is about to slide out of his mouth.

“yeah, go for it.”

“can you use your teeth on it? just, like… keep doing what you’re doing, please, it’s fucking amazing. i just want a little more texture.”

huh?! is he for real?! but you’ve worked so hard to NOT do that! years of toiling in the dick-sucking mines has trained that right out of you, and he wants you to throw all that away? why?! “uh… are you sure?”

he just laughs in response

“aw, you’re so cute! so sweet, worrying about me like that! think about it. why would i ask for this if i didn’t want you to do it, stupid boy?”

…y’know what? fair enough. you close your teeth around his shaft and cheese grater up and down the length of his throbbing, bumpy cock.

“OH~! fuck, just like THAT, baby, YES~! mmm… fu-u-ck, that’s perfect… like… like you’re trying to bite the batter off a corndog, baby, there you go…”

and when i say it gets worse from there i mean it gets WORSE!!!! like he’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking dinner.

“hey, slutter-butter, you got a minute?”

“uh… yeah, actually!” you put down the knife you were about to use to chop an onion, and spin around to face him. “haven’t really started yet, what’s—“

he’s holding a strap-on.

“yes, hi, this is wade wilson, i’ve got an appointment for a prostate exam at 4PM?”

you smirk and saunter towards him, eager to play along with this spontaneous bit, “hmm… i’m not seeing you on our records, mr. wilson. are you sure it was scheduled for today?”

“i’m not sure, actually. i’ve made that mistake before. but this clinic takes walk-ins, right?”

“yes we do, sir, but today’s been pretty busy.” you wrap your fingers around his on the silicone shaft and pull him into you. “but i’ll see if i can squeeze in you.”

wade bounces and squees with joy and hands you the strap. you don’t even get it all the way on your hips before he’s bending over. onto the stove. where you were preheating a cast-iron skillet.

“oh, shit, WADE—!”

“what?” he stares at you blankly, holding the hot pan you were about to use. he’s silent for a moment, then two, and then it clicks. “oh!” he sets the pan down in the sink, claps his hands together, then points at you. “forgot you’re a normie! logan fucks me over the stove all the time. doesn’t really matter for us, since we’re freaks of nature and third degree burns just tickle us psychosexually, but, uh… would you… wanna try it? do a little flambé action? roasted wade wilson breasts? i promise, it’s fun. it makes me moan like a coked-up whore late on rent.”

you snort at his stupid comparison, and it actually puts your mind at ease a bit. it doesn’t surprise you that him and logan get up to this kinda thing when you’re not around. in fact, you’re actually flattered to be allowed to take part in it. to take advantage of him like this.

“fuck it. bend over, you fucking weirdo masochist.”

“yippee! yay! thank you, daddy!!!”

wade eagerly yanks his shorts down, widens his stance, and slams his bare chest onto the glowing red burner. his leathery skin sizzles with the smell of cooked human flesh.

“ooooh, that feels so fucking good on my right nipple… lemme roll a little, get the other side, ah~! oh-h-h, it hurts so fucking good!!!”

you get into position behind him, but he holds his hand out backwards to halt you.

“wait! one more thing!”

he reaches over and grabs the gigantic chef’s knife, freshly sharpened and pristine, that you had lying on the cutting board next to a soon-to-be mutilated onion, and offers it to you.

“jam this through my palm when i say i’m getting close. that’s the finishing move. have me spraying a whole little league team out my dick.”

[gomzdrawfr]

cw: alcohol, slightly spicy and suggestive Things they’ve said when they were drunk:

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Raven, pointing at Ghost: he’s addicted to cock. Points at Gaz: he’s addicted to caffeine. Points at Soap: he’s addicted to crack. Points at Price: he’s addicted to cigars. Points at herself: I’m addicted to crippling anxiety, we are not the same

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Raven pointing and grumbling: ya piece of shit, if you don’t take proper care of yourself I’ll fucking throttle you, but I'll take a bullet for you too

Soap, nodding: you don’t have to, Price might kill me if ya do

Raven: that's the point...I'll fight you at Denny’s parking lot too....

Soap: that I can do

Price: no

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Raven: you’ve got 4 divorced wife??? Fuck you doin' thinkin’ with ya cock?

Gaz: shrugs

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Ghost: ever been shagged in the toilet before?

Raven: no, gonna change that?

Ghost: no, I have class.

Raven: no you don’t— *gets dragged to the toilet*

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Price: I have self-control, I can quit smoking anytime I want

Gaz: then quit

Price: I said, anytime I want

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Raven, breathing heavily on Gaz’s face: what if…we kissed…under the influence…of bad decision…

Gaz: we’re sitting in a pub

Raven: ...and?

Gaz: fair 'nuf *grabs and kiss her*

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Raven: so you’re taskforce 141

Price, nodding

Raven: then who’s taskforce 140….139…138…or taskforce 1…

Price slowly taking the jug away from her

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Ghost: why is everything so wobbly…

Raven: you’re on the floor, dumbass

Ghost: why is the floor wobbly...

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Raven: I miss my wife…

Price: you have a wife????

Raven:

Raven, sighing: man idk…I just miss my wife…

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Price: you’re all idiots, all of you, but you’re my idiots…[grumble]

Soap: awww—

Price, grabbing his collar: now get me another drink before I change my mind.

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Raven: Nik, have you fought a bear

Nik: yes

Raven: Price doesn't count

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Raven: do you think I'll ever be loved

Ghost: yeah

Raven: do you think you'll ever be loved

Ghost: yeah

Raven: where'chu get that confidence from

Ghost: you

Raven: huh

Ghost: babe we're married for 2 years already

Raven: i forgor

[what-have-i-unleashed]

somewhat in the same 'verse as this

killer lingers around at the busy station as he waits for his partners to come back with a valid token so they can continue their trip. he's bored out of his mind, since dust has grilled incessantly into him about not terrorizing anyone in the waiting area and causing a ruckus. there's a reason horror is killer's favorite right now.

seeing there's an empty seat, killer moves to sit on it. but then he bumps into someone, the liquid in their cup spilling over killer's shoes.

"oh stars, i'm so sorry!" that person exclaims. "do you need something to clean it with? i have a cloth somewhere-"

"no, it's fine," killer smiles, trying to keep a friendly face. "accidents happen."

"if you're sure about that..." the stranger says, quieter. "you can take the seat actually. again, i'm sorry."

killer takes a look at the stranger. they're sure a colorful skeleton, with swirls of rainbow-colored flames coming out of a should-be-fatal hole in their cracked skull. the clothes they wear look heavy, as if they just came out of a winter resort or something. they're carrying multiple bags too, none of which seems to carry anything dangerous in its outer pockets.

smile twitching at the corner, killer says, "nah, take the seat. you look exhausted."

"oh," the stranger mumbles, "thank you."

as they move to take the seat, killer leans against the wall next to them. like this, he's less vulnerable. if he wants, he can just stab them in the back when they're sitting like a rock.

but he's promised dust he would behave, as much as his promise is worth anyway.

"that's a lot of baggage for one person," killer comments, and his attempts at small talk make the stranger perk up.

"i'm traveling with friends. just a little road trip around the this section."

"road trip, huh? must be nice."

"well, we all have demanding jobs. it's nice to take a vacation sometimes," they turn to him. "what about you?"

killer chuckles, "i'm with my partners. we're also on a little trip for pleasure. honeymoon and shit."

"oh!" the stranger's eye sparkles happily. "you're married?"

"ehh maybe," killer shrugs. "i hate all that ceremonies and status. we're... something. trip for me is more for soul-searching." he grins. yeah, more like soul-hunting.

"must be nice," the stranger smiles at him, "to have someone with you on your journey, that is."

"... yeah, it is."

the two of them lapse into a comfortable silence for a short moment before the colorful skeleton speaks again.

"i don't think i've asked, but what's yo-"

"hey bruh!" someone shouts from the crowd near the doorway to the travel tunnels, making the stranger jump. "we got the tokens! let's go!"

"oh i have to go now!" they exclaim, hurriedly picking up their bags. with one last look at killer, they beam. "it's nice to meet you by the way. safe travels!"

with that, they disappear into the crowd. killer has a feeling he'll never see them again. what a shame. they were quite a nice person to talk to, and he's dying to see if they would be an equally nice target to kill too.

"who was that?" horror appears next to him, in his hands a new token, a bit dusty no doubt from the poor creature he's stolen from. killer chuckles.

"i'd say... no one important."

{ @toffeebrews @qin-qin16 this is for you specifically >:3)

[zenpai-senpai]

The glue that held them together ...

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

In goofy David Tennant/Michael Sheen Loud news, my husband stumbled upon an edit with David Tennant and Michael Sheen about how they’re In Love ® and he’s been solidly on the ‘Yeah, they’re prob fuckin’ train because of me & he was like, “I don’t get it, they’re not physically compatible at all, one is really skinny and the other is cherubic—“ and I was like bruh you literally described the one who plays an angel on TV as cherubic 💀 💀 💀 certifyibly Good ™️ casting big rare W to Neil Gaiman

[greateggcult]

ok yeah, I would probably be the the orange and black, but still functionally aro due to my version of romance not being typically considered romance and me not having much interest or ability to comply with the normal stuff.

Even in the rare cases where I would want romance it isn't exactly viable due to the cultures surrounding it and the needs of the typical person.

I would imaging it more like metaphorically being with a stray cat made human, or the planet's orbit, than it is the lovey dovey stuff. a strange sort of companionship beyond the platonic but not meeting the qualifications to be really considered romantic. something more like the changing of seasons. lacking the constant need for company but still maintaining the security of knowing they'll be back eventually. Something with plenty of breathing room but not lacking warmth. The ability to have time alone without the isolation or the pressure. The love is there without the hunger that people seem to see as a requirement.

It sucks that others would feel this sort or thing as torment, and don't blame them. I imagine to lots it would be like fasting and not everybody is built for that, the same way that others aren't built for constant affection.

So this sort of thing would likely have to be mutual or else it's not viable. It's a strand of hay in a gigantic mixed assortment needle stack. Not impossible but highly unlikely and a nightmare to find in the current state of things.

hey black stripe for romantic individuals who go against the traditional culture of romance is pretty based actually. i wish we still talked about that

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! may i get a poly marauders x reader where reader just completely becomes quiet and stuff around negatively raised voices? like if two of the others (not necessarily reader) are arguing and suddenly theyre arguing in raised voices and reader has grown up in that kinda household so she js makes herself absolutely scarce in fear of one of them snapping at her or smth? sorry if this is very specific or if its not something ur comfortable with lol have a great day :)

Thank you for requesting <3

cw: implied trauma around shouting/aggression

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“You didn’t think to look for a sign?” 

“I didn’t see any sign.” 

“There was a sign less than ten feet away.” 

“Okay, I saw that one.” Sirius reaches up into your cupboard, shuffling things around until he gets to the sleeve of biscuits in the back. His attention is noticeably not on Remus. “I thought it was only for the spot it was posted in front of. They ought to make those things more clear.” 

“The rest of us always manage to interpret them fine.” There’s no bite you can find in Remus’ tone. He’s not standing stiffly, or crossing his arms. But deep in your chest, there’s a small coil of tension brought about by something in your boyfriend’s demeanor you can’t identify. It has you lingering at the edge of the room. You think Remus is more upset than he’s letting on. 

Sirius seems to sense this, too. “Oi, it’s nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. It’s being handled, isn’t it?” 

“It is being handled,” Remus says. He rubs his thumb into his temple. “I’m beginning to wonder how many times it’ll have to be handled before you learn how public parking works.” 

“I did think after three tickets we’d be done with it,” James jokes, oblivious to the rising tension. “Surely at some point the towing company must start giving us a discount.” 

Sirius pops a biscuit in his mouth. He folds his arms, speaking around it. “I’m taking care of it, alright? I’ll pay the ticket. I’ve already paid the towing company and gone to the lot to get the car back—which ate up a good chunk of my day, by the way, so I don’t really fancy coming home to be lectured about it.” 

“Sirius.” Remus sighs harshly, eyes closed as if this is all giving him a headache. “Do you really want me to feel bad for you about a mess you got yourself into?” 

“I just don’t see what’s left for you to be pissy about!” 

“Right, well, you’re not the one who’s going to have to go to court for it, are you? This is our fourth parking violation, and the car’s in my name. I’m going to have to use a sick day for it.” 

“Just let me go instead, then.” 

“That’s not how it works, Sirius.” 

You find yourself retreating from the room on silent feet, disappearing down the hall. 

“Would you stop saying my name like that? I can’t bloody well help what’s already happened. I’ve said I’m sorry, what else do you want me to do?”

“I’m not sure you have said that, actually.” 

“I’ve said I’ll go to court for you!” 

“Hold on,” James cuts in, “let’s just—” 

“Doesn’t sound quite like the same fucking thing, does it?” 

You shut the bedroom door with a soft click. It deadens the voices, though the sharp tones seem to pierce the wood. You push out a breath, forcing it around the tension in your chest. 

Everything is fine. Nothing truly bad is going to happen, not with these boys. You feel caught between pressing your ear to the door to hear every word and putting in your earbuds to drown it all out. 

It doesn’t take terribly long for the tones to soften into something safer. Not kind, exactly, but less jagged. James’ voice chimes in more often. You hear more sighs than scoffs. The feeling in your chest stays, primed. 

When Sirius comes to find you, you’re scrolling aimlessly on your laptop. 

“Hi,” he says, giving you a little smile as he slips in the door. 

You smile back. “Hi.” 

“It’s all clear out there, just so you know.” Sirius sits at the end of the bed, a gentleness in his features that makes you feel sheepish. “Safe to come back out if you want to.” 

“Are you okay?” you ask quietly. 

“We’re okay, baby.” 

“And you and Remus…” 

“He’s still a bit miffed with me,” he admits, “but we’re alright. I’m going to see if they’ll let me go to court for him since I was the one using the car.” 

You nod. The inside of your cheek finds its way between your molars. “I’m sorry you got a ticket,” you say. 

Sirius smiles, gray eyes soft with fondness. “Thanks, sweetness. It’s okay. It happens, you know?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Some could argue it might happen less if I was perhaps a bit more cautious.” 

Your lips quirk. “They could.” 

“But it’s all fine. Everything’s really alright, we’ve made up. Do you want to come have dinner?” 

“Oh.” You get up. “Yeah, sorry.” 

Sirius tsks. “What’re you sorry for?” 

“I didn’t mean to hide.” 

He hums, pulling you close to press his lips to the side of your head. “I don’t blame you,” he murmurs. 

James is stirring a pan of vegetables in the kitchen, his arm wound snug around Remus’ neck. They appear to be speaking quietly between kisses. When Sirius pulls out a chair for you at the table, James turns with a smile. 

“Hey, lovie.” His voice shines with affection. 

It’s not a scene you’ve always been used to after an argument. Smiles and a shared meal, all of you in the same room together without a sharp look exchanged. 

“Hi,” you say back, trying to smile in the same way. Your feet come up onto your seat, legs folding into a pretzel. 

Remus leans around James to see you better. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to drive you off.” 

“You didn’t drive me off,” you reply. You both know it’s a lie. Remus’ mouth slants sympathetically. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” you say, honestly. Sirius rubs your thigh like he’s going to make sure of it. “You?” 

Remus smiles softly. “I’m alright. Thanks, sweetheart.” 

“I think we should institute a new system.” The vegetables hiss as James pushes them around in the pan. “Whenever two of us are having a row, the other two get to vote on who’s right, and that’s the end of it.” 

“But,” you hesitate, “there’s four of us? What if it’s a split vote?” 

“Then that’ll be the least of our problems.” You can practically hear the eye roll Remus is holding back. “Taking sides would never work.” 

“Agreed,” says Sirius. “I vote that James doesn’t get to institute new systems.” 

“What?” James sulks. “You always take Remus’ side.” 

“Clearly not.” 

“Well, you always do when it’s against me!” 

“I’m going to leave again,” you joke, gratified when James instantly apologizes and Sirius puts his hands over your ears. 

“You heard her.” Remus smiles, dropping a light kiss to James’ hair. “No more bickering, you two. Honestly, I’ve no idea what possesses you. Can you believe them, dove?” 

“Nope,” you say, smiling. 

Sirius fixes you with a look. “I’m going to start bickering with you next if you’re not careful.” 

[tea-writes19]

yes | poly!b.b. s.w. j.t.

pairing: bucky barnes x sam wilson x joaquin torres x f!reader

summary: your followers are confused on who you are dating

warnings: established relationship(s), polyamorous relationship, swearing, fluff, pure crack tbh, comedy, suggestive content

a/n: this is purely for my own enjoyment. please be aware of the warnings and pairing. don’t like don’t read. okay that’s all, enjoy :)

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yourusername: word of advice: don’t go camping with bucky

tagged: @/samwilson @/joaquintorres @/buckybarnes

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user1: oh to be y/n

user2: fr i wanna be friends with the avengers too

user3: wait i thought she was dating one of them?

user4: no lol they’re just friends

user5: nah she’s def sleeping w/ one of them

user6: sam’s face😭😭

user7: he looks so annoyed😭

joaquintorres: legend has it sam is still on that rock pouting bc we woke him up to watch the sunrise

samwilson: maybe i would’ve been less grumpy if bucky hadn’t made us hike 3 miles to see it…

yourusername: lol ok mr. i haven’t had my morning coffee yet

buckybarnes: i didn’t force you to come with

samwilson: your exact words were (and i quote) get your ass up or else

user8: 😭😭

samwilson: i distinctly remember you groaning the whole time up too

yourusername: maybe, but you don’t have any proof

joaquintorres: uhhhhh….

user9: seeing joaquin’s post first makes this comment section even funnier

user10: wait what did joaquin post??

user9: a pic of y/n looking grumpy watching the sunrise

user10: omg i’m dying😭😭

user11: same!

buckybarnes: i’m not that bad

yourusername: doubt but ok

joaquintorres: liar liar pants on fire

user12: i’m starting to think bucky is that bad

user13: frfr

samwilson: STARTING TO?!?

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joaquintorres: not pictured: me losing feeling in my legs

tagged: @/yourusername @/buckybarnes @/samwilson

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yourusername: damn i see how it is

samwilson: haha take that!!

joaquintorres: sorry love but sam bribed me w/ a new flight manoeuvre

yourusername: it’s ok guess i’ll just go kms😔

user14: love?👀

user15: y/n we love you please don’t kys

user16: #justicefory/n

user17: are you dating y/n?

user18: omg they’re just friends

user19: he called her love so…

user20: aw i was kinda hoping it was sam

user21: #teamjoaquin stays winning

samwilson: not pictured: how you lost said feeling in your legs

yourusername: ^^^

joaquintorres: i don’t think insta allows that kind of activity

buckybarnes: didn’t stop sam last time

user22: AYY YO WHAT??!!

user23: OH MY GOD

user24: SAMUEL ARE YOU IMPLYING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE IMPLYING

user25: i’m so confused rn…

user26: wait are sam and joaquin together???

user27: not bucky mentioning storygate tho🫢

peterparker: i love being left out😒

yourusername: pete you know damn well why you were left out

peterparker: doesn’t make my fomo hurt any less

samwilson: you can come with next time instead of buck

buckybarnes: YOU’RE GOING TO REPLACE ME WITH THE KID?!?!

samwilson: yes

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samwilson: this trip would have been better without bucky

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yourusername: say it louder for those in the back🗣️

user28: not all of them hating on bucky😭😭

user29: like sir what did you do?!?

buckybarnes: none of you appreciate me and it shows

yourusername: i thought i showed my appreciation perfectly fine last night🤨

joaquintorres: maybe don’t take us hiking for 5 days straight next time…

user30: HELLO??? Y/N!?!

user31: y’all wanna share smth with the class👀

user32: wdym by that y/n huh?

user33: i was going to say their friend group is so wholesome but after y/n's comment idk anymore

user34: lmao fr

user35: same like didn’t joaquin call her love in a comment on his post???

user36: maybe it’s just a nickname and she’s really dating bucky?

user35: what FRIENDS call each other love?!?

peterparker: me watching everyone in the comments freaking out be like: 🫢☕️

user37: tell us what you know!!!

samwilson: gotta keep em on their toes

user38: spill the beans peter…

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buckybarnes: i for one had a lovely time

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samwilson: ofc you did😒

yourusername: i liked it when you let us take a break that one time

joaquintorres: best 2 mins of my life

user39: are y’all ok?😭😭

yourusername: no :)

user40: wait a sec…are those y/n’s legs in the hammock??

user41: +1 point for #teambucky

user42: i’m starting to think it’s a throuple situation or smth bc what😭

user43: you’re so real for that

user44: are you or are you not dating y/n

buckybarnes: …

user45: that wasn’t a no!

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yourusername: morning workouts >>>

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user50: i think a little more than working out is going on girlie

user51: ^^^

joaquintorres: wdym that’s working out too…

user52: SIR—

buckybarnes: workouts without sam >>>

samwilson: I WAS TIRED YOU FUCK

yourusername: god just kiss already🙄

joaquintorres: who says they aren’t rn

yourusername: wait you right…it’s been awfully quiet

user53: OH

user54: ayy yo what’s bucky and joaquin doing👀

joaquintorres: working out duh

buckybarnes: duh🙄

user55: 😭😭

user56: two guys working out zero feet apart bc they’re gay

buckybarnes: so close…we’re bisexual

user56: my bad

user56: two guys working out zero feet apart bc they’re bisexual

joaquintorres: there we go👍

peterparker: oh would you look at that, i was left out again…

yourusername: PETE YOU HAD SCHOOL

buckybarnes: get off your phone and pay attention in chem

peterparker: the fact you know my schedule is slightly disturbing

user57: only slightly?

peterparker: everything mr. barnes does is scary

user57: valid

yourusername: even me🥺

peterparker: especially you

yourusername added to their story —>

[caption: guess where we’re going, wrong answers only!]

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joaquintorres: the moon to visit steve

yourusername: we’re flying to the moon in our favorite rocketship

joaquintorres: zooming through the sky, little einsteins!

user58: rfk jrs swear-in

user59: bahamas?

user60: so are you and sam dating?

peterparker: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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yourusername: italy i love you and your cats

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user61: GIRL WHO ARE YOU DATING???

yourusername: yes

user62: yes to who?????

yourusername: yes

user63: oh my god

user64: are they…all dating each other???

user65: quick where’s the girl who predicted this

user42: i’m here🙋‍♀️

user66: you know what, good for them

user67: get that d y/n

user68: damn girl leave some for the rest of us😭😭

yourusername: meet my friend peter @/peterparker

peterparker: wait what

joaquintorres: i don’t think i’ve ever seen bucky and sam so close to murdering each other and us before

peterparker: that’s bc you weren’t at the airport in 2016

yourusername: ^^^

yourusername: if looks could kill we’d be dead rn

buckybarnes: if you guys had taken 5 minutes longer i would’ve cannibalised sam

samwilson: man come on

user69: how yellowjackets of you

yourusername: i promise you he doesn’t understand that reference

joaquintorres: but we do and we agree

user70: damn i wanna go to italy now

user71: i can’t believe we got cap polycule before gta 6

user72: the tumblr girlies are going to go crazy

user73: it’s like destiel becoming canon again over there

user74: it’s already trending😭😭

peterparker: why do i even bother to talk to y’all anymore

yourusername: bc you love us

samwilson: atp you’re our adopted son

buckybarnes: i don’t want stark’s kid tf

buckybarnes added to their story —>

[caption: because y/n hard-launched us as the kids these days would say]

story replies

user75: please which one is teaching you slang😭

joaquintorres: yay i beat out the other two

samwilson: this is pure favoritism

buckybarnes: i didn’t see you complaining last night…

yourusername: joaquin is never going to let this go😔

user76: first ever story and its confirmation of the polycule

user76: god i love it here

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samwilson: venice (feat. y/n making us stop to pet every cat she saw)

tagged: @/yourusername @/joaquintorres @/buckybarnes

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user77: y/n is so valid for that

user78: my fav polycule

user79: i love how we’re all just like yeah, makes sense

user80: tbf it does make so much sense

user81: we were all wondering who y/n was fucking when really they were all fucking each other

yourusername: bucky said we could keep one!

samwilson: i swear to god if i find a cat in your carry on y/n…

yourusername: uhh i have to go

buckybarnes: my exclusion from the post is payback for my story isn’t it?

samwilson: good to see your brain works sometimes buck!

user82: oof someone get some water for that burn

user83: so does this mean alpine is getting a friend?

samwilson: no

buckybarnes: yes

yourusername: yes

liked by yourusername, buckybarnes, samwilson, and others

joaquintorres: we in the spaghetto!

tagged: @/samwilson @/yourusername @/buckybarnes

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yourusername: PASTA PASTA

user84: the caption😭😭

user85: i need to know the reason behind slide 2

joaquintorres: sam was yelling at us bc of the cat😔

yourusername: he’s trying to make us get rid of her

buckybarnes: he’s being very rude to gelato

samwilson: WE CAN’T JUST GRAB A CAT OFF THE STREET AND SHIP IT BACK TO THE USA

yourusername: not with that attitude you can’t

user86: live laugh love the spaghetto

user87: omg i love that tiktok😭

peterparker: i call dibs on being gelato’s godfather

joaquintorres: that’s your sister

samwilson: i can’t believe i’m a father of three

buckybarnes: i’m still not acknowledging the kid as mine

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buckybarnes: they complained about this trip a lot less

tagged: @/joaquintorres @/yourusername @/samwilson

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joaquintorres: i’m not saying it’s because we had running water but that’s exactly what i’m saying

buckybarnes: i still question why you joined the air force sometimes

samwilson: damn so that’s how you want to play huh

buckybarnes: i don’t know what you’re talking about🧑‍🦯

user88: please tell me that’s gelato🥹

yourusername: sadly no but i wanted to keep this one too

user89: love how y/n is petting a different cat in each post

user90: she’s one with the cats

user91: the cat-whisperer fr

yourusername: damn that��s a good pic of me

peterparker: narcissistic behavior

yourusername: you would be too if you were me

user92: you go queen!!

user93: i’m loving the self confidence!

yourusername added to their story —>

[caption: welcome home gelato🫶🏻]

story replies

user94: stop she’s so cute🥹🥹

user95: omg adorable🤍

peterparker: i love my baby sister

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[devotedfem]

«Scream»

Synopsis: It's late and you're watching horror movies. But someone's calling you, a weirdo asking you questions about classic horror films. Nothing was wrong until he started to threat you, and when you hang up the phone you realized there's murderers wearing ghostface masks in your house.

Maknae line (poly) x f. Reader

2.7K words.

Genre: Scream au | yander-ish.

Tags: psycopaths maknae line, mind games, psychological terror, murderers (implied but not described), betrayal, the maknae line are a menace here, emotional conflict, delusional maknae line, angry reader, very VERY dubious consent (coercion is not consent so read with caution), happy ending for them not for reader, smut, overstimulation.

A/N: I'm so sorry for disappearing for literally a month, i moved to another country and life has been very stressful lately, so yeah i took a break from writing but here i am again, writing lots of vminkook p0rn. Hope you enjoy!

From the series masterlist; Final girl.

Navigation Masterlist.

You’re eating popcorn, resting on your couch with your feet up on the armchair. You took a gulp of your coke can without breaking your gaze from the tv screen, you startled staining your shirt when the slasher appeared from nowhere, you cursed under your breath taking off your shirt but before you can go to your room to change, your phone vibrated with notifications. You turned them off because the boys always get annoying on the weekends.

You opened the group chat, rolling your eyes when you see the 123 unread messages.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

Jiminie: Guys can u please stfu for a moment, I wanna sleep but u don’t stop talking shit.

You: let’s kicked them out of the group Jiminie, I swear I can’t even watch a movie in peace.

Jjk: u two r so fcking boring.

Tae: right? Like can u two at least read what were talking abt.

You: we’re*

Jiminie: lol

Jjk: Guys this is serious, there’s a sicko killing people wearing a ghostface mask.

You: Ghostface masks are hot.

Tae: ??

Jjk: ???????

Jiminie: ik right

You: Anyway, maybe is just a rookie killer without imagination, like it’s Halloween and there’s a lot of sickos around here. Just closed ur doors and don’t be a pussy.

Tae: I’m literally speechless.

Jiminie: Bye I’m sleeping, stfu.

Jjk: we warned u.

You dropped your phone on the couch, walking to your kitchen to make more popcorn. You missed the plot twist of the movie because of your friend’s annoying group chat.

You were on your bra and pajama pants, not caring about anything in the world. Until your home phone rings in your kitchen making you stop immediately. You frowned tilting your head to the side, watching the old home phone still ringing. It’s being ages since someone called to that number, you didn’t even know that the ancient thing was still working.

“Odd,” you murmured to yourself, answering the phone.

“Hello?”

You heard a heavy breath on the other side of the phone. The person says nothing back, making you frown.

“Who’s this? And why are you calling to this number?” Your patience was running thin ice.

“I’m watching you,” said a man with a low voice.

You rolled your eyes with annoyance.

“Is this a prank? Don’t call to this number again or I’ll fuck you up.”

You were about to hang up the phone but a deep chuckle from the man stopped you. Why does he sound familiar to you?

“Are you watching Friday the 13th?” He taunted. His voice sounded odd, like if he was lowering it purposely.

Your stomach sink with dread, your heart rate speed up when you heard from the tv the slasher killing people.

“What if I do?” You gritted between teeth, keeping an eye on your surroundings. You won’t show fear to that weirdo.

 “Let’s play a game, I’ll ask you some questions about horror movies. And if you answer wrong, I’ll kill you.”

Your eyes widened by his words, you were about to hang up and call the police but the other man was quicker than you.

“If you hang up or try to touch your fucking phone I’ll slice your neck,” the threat made you freeze on your place, the wire of the home phone wouldn't let you move far away anyway.

You felt your eyes sting up with tears by fear. You remember Jungkook and Taehyung warning.

Your breath turned shallow and your grip on the home phone started to tremble. You felt cornered and scared.

“What’s the identity of the masked killer of Scream?”

You inhaled deep, this one was easy.

“Uhm, his name was Billy, Sidney’s boyfriend.”

Your eyes roamed your kitchen, watching your surroundings again with dread and fear.

“Good.”

You couldn’t help but frown again because he sounded so familiar to you, but you can’t pinpoint of whom that voice belongs to.

“Last one; what’s the plot twist of Friday the 13th?”

Fucking fucker.

This time your eyes blurred by unshed tears because of how nervous and panicked you felt. You’ve never been good at dealing with strong emotions, even when you try to act tough, in your insides you’re very easy to scare and intimidate.

“I- please i-I don’t know,” you stuttered with quivering lips, you feel like having a panic attack.

“Look behind you, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched sharply, you turned your neck to look behind you, widening your eyes and screaming at the top of your lungs when you saw a man in your kitchen, wearing a ghostface mask and waving his unoccupied hand at you.

And then you run.

And he did it too.

You grabbed your phone from the couch, noticing with horror how the SIM card was missing. But you didn’t have time to linger about that thought.

You listened to his steps chasing you from behind, making you run faster by the increase of adrenaline pumping your veins.

You tried to open the front door of your house, but it didn’t budge. You were home alone, your parents went out in a trip.

You were fucked up.

Without any more options, you climbed the staircases hiding in a bathroom.

You try texting your parents but it was past midnight and your phone didn’t have its sim card, so you can’t call neither text.

That’s why you opened the app where you and your friends have the group chat.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

You: CALL THE POLICE THERE’S SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE AND THEYTOOKMYSIM CARD

Jjk: y/n? what the fuck, that’s not funny.

You: PLEASE IM NOT JOKING AND I CANTK CALLM THEPLICE

Tae: are you being serious right know?

Jiminnie: you guys again?

Jjk: Y/n’s saying there’s someone in her house but she can’t call the police but she can chat with us lol.

You: GUYS PLEASEIMSERIUS PLEASE HES COMING I NEED YOUR HELP CALL THE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!

Tae: dude writing in capitals won’t make your prank more credible

You screamed into your hand with frustration, pulling your hairs out and weeping with fear, you wanted to smash your head against the tiles by exasperation. They weren’t taking you seriously.

Then you half open the door quietly, watching the murderer roaming the hallway. When he turned his back to you, distracted on his phone, you took yours to snap a picture of him.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

You: *send picture*

You: THIS IS HIM HES INMYHOUSE

Jjk: what the fuck

You: JUNGKOOK IM HAVINGAPANICK ATTACK CALL THE FUCKING POLICE OR ILL KILL YOU MYSELF

Tae: Damn no need to be so harsh y/n, calm down.

You: CALL THE POLICE YOU MORONS

Jiminnie: u guys r so annoying

You: jiminniehelp me please please please im scared imnot lying

Jjk: y/n you’re making me worry, aren’t you fucking with us?

You: NOO!!!!!!!!

Tae: oh well, then we should do something abt it

You: OFC U IDIOT

Jjk: yeah ur right tae, what we should do?

You: CALLTHEPOLICE?????!!!!!!!!

Tae: u think so?

Jjk: mm not so sure

Tae: and u Jiminnie, what do u think?

You: guys whats happening, please im scared

Jiminnie: I think I’ll go and help my y/n.

You frowned with trembling hands, tasting the saltiness of your silent tears. You were about to throw up and insult them again but the bathroom’s door opening made you jump with fear.

“Here you are.”

In any other circumstance you would scream and run for your life, you would grab something from the bathroom to throw it at him and save your life. But none of that happened, you stayed in your spot freeze, maybe because you were having a panic attack, but even then your primal instincts should fuel you to run. But that wasn’t the reason of your frozen state. Not at all. It was the fact that you recognized that voice.

“You… are you…”

Then the murderer took off his ghostface mask, tilting his head to the side and making your heart shatter.

“Yes my y/n?”

Jimin, fucking Park Jimin.

The deep fear was replaced by ugly hurt and anger. You saw red, walking towards him with your fists clenched, you punched him on his shoulder but he didn’t budge.

“How dare you scared me like that! You think is funny?! I hate you so much, I don’t want to see your fucking face ever again. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, with angry tears streaming to your chin.

“You thought I was joking?” he asked with mirth, the dark glint in his eyes turned your stomach with dread.

“Just get out Jimin,” you said tired and hurt.

“Y/n, I’m here to kill you-”

And just by that your fear came back twice as hard, your ears buzzed clogging up Jimin’s next words.

You ignored your throat lump of hurt and betrayal, you felt numb while running away from him, hiding in one of the bottom’s cabinets of your kitchen.

You wrapped your arms around your legs, pulling your knees to your chest. You cried until you felt your eyes swelling.

“Y/n? Baby where are you?”

Your eyes widened at Taehyung’s sweet voice calling for you.

You didn’t think twice before opening the cabinet and throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Taehyung chuckled hugging you back as hard, stroking your hair while you’re crying on his neck.

“There there, nothing bad will happen to you.”

The shinning knife in Taehyung’s other hand knocked some sense into you. The realization of your reality hit you hard making you gasp and break the hug in a flash, you watched him with your jaw set and your eyes showing the deep hurt and betrayal you felt inside.

Taehyung foxy smile widened on his lips, he pouted when you took a step back from him.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said softly, biting his bottom lip to stop a smirk.

You let him come closer to you just a step, and then you blow his head with a pan making him whimper with pain. You used his moment of confusion to run away past him.

You opened a window to get out of your house, your ears were buzzing by the raw adrenaline pumping your veins like liquid fire.

You were so, so close to reach your car until you’re not. The next thing you know is that you’re falling face down on the floor by a body launching at your back. You groaned with pain, feeling the body pinning you to the ground by its weight.

“Caught you,” Jungkook’s voice taunted against your ear, sounding out of breath.

You screamed at the top of your lungs, making Jungkook cursed under his breath. He covered your mouth quickly, lifting your body to take you inside the house again.

Your eyes were too swollen by the amount of tears you shed tonight, you were tired and hurt by their sick game.

Jungkook sat on your couch with you on his lap, one arm wrapped around your naked waist to pull you against his chest.

“Isn’t she so cute?” asked Jimin sighing dreamily, you felt acid rage running your veins. You felt like being mocked on.

“A little feisty, but pretty.” Taehyung sat beside you on the couch, his forehead dripping a little bit of blood. You smiled wide at his wound.

“Did it hurt?” You pointed to his forehead, he simply nodded with the corner of his lips curling down.

“Good,” you grinned with hatred.

“Now now, no need to be mean to our Taetae.” Jimin squatted before you, stroking your cheek even when you flinched your face away with disgust.

“No need to be fucking weirdos either, if you want to kill me do it already.” And then you literally spat on Jimin’s face, but to your horror and disgust he grinned wide tasting your drool with his tongue.

You wanted to throw up at the nasty sight.

“Sweetheart, we don’t want to hurt you, even less kill you,” chuckled lowly Jungkook behind you, his grip on your waist tightened a little.

“What? But Jimin said-“

“I didn't say anything, silly. You didn't even let me finish before running away,” Jimin sighed standing up, getting out of the living room and leaving you there feeling totally lost.

“Then… why are you guys doing this?” You whispered weakly, feeling way more unease than before.

“You’ll see.” Whispered back Taehyung near your ear, chuckling when you flinched.

And you did see it.

Jimin dragged your parent’s tied bodies to the floor of the living room, making your stomach sink with horror and dread.

“We came here to kill them.” Grinned proudly Jimin, kicking your dad’s side when he tried to wiggle out of his ties.

“Why!? Leave them alone they did nothing wrong!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, so loud that your throat hurt.

Jimin’s face morphed into an enraged scowl. He walked towards you in two large steps, gripping your chin up roughly. His jaw was set and his gaze hard.

“Shut up, before I cut your tongue.” He hissed with fury swimming in his brown eyes.

You whimpered afraid, recoiling into Jungkook’s chest unconsciously. Jimin’s always been scary when he’s pissed off, but never to this point.

Jimin’s face softened immediately at your fearful expression, you saw a hint of regret in his gaze.

“Hey, don’t scare her.” Jungkook snapped soothing you when you cried, he hugged you tightly. But his soft kiss on your temple didn’t comfort you at all, it only made you wailed harder with disgust.

“Puh-please just… leave us alone, what do you want?” You asked with labored breaths, you looked up hopeless at Jimin.

“Hyung,” warned Taehyung darkly. He sounded on edge by your cries.

“We want you.” Said Jimin with a cold voice.

“And we’re pissed at your parents for lying to you about us.” Continued Jungkook with a thick angered voice.

“So, we came here to teach them a lesson.” Grinned widely Taehyung like a sadist.

It was nothing new that your parents didn’t like your friends, they always told you to get away from them. You never listened to your parents because you thought they were saying bullshit, but you damn regretted not listening to them. They were right about these sickos.

“So you just want me.” You deadpan.

“Yep.” You listened behind you.

“Okay fine, do whatever you want with me. But. Let. Them. Go.” You gritted between teeth, pointing at your parents passed out on the floor.

The living room went silent at your words, the hush made you feel unease.

Jimin squatted in front of you again, this time, giving you the meanest and sadistic grin you’ve ever seen before.

“Take her up.” He ordered lowly, piercing his heavy and intimidating gaze on you, then his eyes dropped slowly to stare at your naked torso, gaze darkening and fixated on your chest. You felt your cheeks heating up by embarrassment, you felt self-conscious.

Your throat lump and your stomach turned when Jungkook carried you up to your room. Taehyung coo when he saw your silent tears streaming from your eyes.

Jungkook laid you down on the mattress rather softly, making your heart shatter. They were your best friends. The acid betrayal you felt burning your chest and throat was too painful to bear.

You weren’t surprised when you saw your SIM card on your nightstand.

“Stop looking so miserable, we’re not hurting you.” Jungkook said on the defensive. His scowl only angered you, but another part of you enjoyed to see that your disgust affected him.

“You fucking hurt my parents, chase me in my own house and manipulated me to let you fuck me! I have all the right in the world to feel and look miserable!” You felt your vocal cords ripping by your loud scream.

Jungkook and you stared at each other with labored breaths, you didn’t break your gaze in challenge, until you heard Jimin’s giggles.

“Tied her to the bed,” he said with a smile, making your stomach turn.

You closed your eyes, if they wanted to have their way with you, so it be. But you’ll be just a dull body under them, you choose to dissociate rather than to be present for them.

“None of that, open your eyes.” Taehyung growled gripping harshly your chin.

Your breath hitched when you felt a hand wrapping your neck, making your eyes open in a flash.

And the image above you freeze your entire body.

The three of them were staring down at you with hunger on their eyes, you saw their pretty faces coming closer to yours, smiling like the devils they were.

Ready to wreck you.

You can read the +18 continuation on Patreon.

taglist:

@demonshauntingthedoves @pynkgothicka @cutequeen00 @nothingsreal420 @ririkookiemonster-archives @cannotalwaysbenight @loumin908 @devilzliaison @uniquecutie-puffs @polarnightmyg

[goatgoesmbe]

📚Mbe's masterlist📚

Finished story:

The interrogation

"For some reason, the colonel of Kortac surrendered himself to you. He's now held hostage by TaskForce 141 and it's up to Ghost (and you) to get him to spill some important intel"

Rated: E

Pairings: Ghost x f!reader, Konig x f!reader

AO3

(sequel coming soon)

You can't fix him

"In which you fell in love with Simon Riley despite him not feeling the same way."

Rated: E

Pairings: Ghost x f!reader, implied past!Ghoap

AO3

(sequel coming soon)

On going series:

Digital Mischief (2/6)

"In which you joined a discord server to find people to play an FPS game with, only to be welcomed by four military men."

Rated: E

Pairings: poly!141 x f!reader

AO3

Part 1 Part 2

The Mistress (1/4)

"sugardaddy!Price where he's already married and you're just his sidechick.. 😔 (or are you really? *vsauce theme playing*)

Rated: E

Pairings: poly!141 x f!reader

AO3

Part 1

Hiding in plain sight (soon)

"You were a celebrity, hiding in Taskforce 141 after a massive scandal thatforced to go back to your military life. You put on a mask to hide your identity and your past, but said past kept haunting you in the form of four military men who seemed to be your fans"

Rated: M

Pairings: 141 x f!reader

AO3

Decided to make a mini archive because the main one was a lot lol- and might be overwhelming.

And so i could plan my writings better.

will update this with fics that have taglist in it blurbs masterlist

open tag list: @niazrzl, @iiriam, @katerinaval, @niazurzolo, @skeletonsucker, @herdarkangel, @z-wantstowrite, @codeseven, @dilf-luvr-4evr, @partiallysame, @kat-m-syd, @jaded-jade-is-jaded

[avelera]

I actually really love Mel/Jayce/Viktor as well as Jayce//Viktor and I actually think the show has a couple scenes that lend to a poly interpretation of the three of them (Mel and Jayce both literally handling Viktor’s crutch between them while talking about how much they care for him, hello?? The subtext writes itself) but I found myself staying focused on just Jayce/Viktor at first because it’s a bit simpler to write and because as much as I LOVE the implied moments of their intellectual, ambiguously romantic threesome, I’d need more of Mel and Viktor interacting to really close the loop for shipping it in my mind. As it is, it feels a bit more “This is Mel’s boyfriend, Jayce, and Jayce’s boyfriend Viktor” that Mel still cares about and respects mostly from afar.

I also think that Viktor and Jayce kind of left their relationship at “we’re partners in every sense of the word, why define it further?” And that definition maybe included romantic and sexual moments (at least for fic writer purposes lol) but the fear of losing the amazing working relationship they had, which is so rare in the academic world, kept them from seriously “defining” it as anything official on the person front, which allowed Jayce to take up with Mel without it being “cheating”.

Throw into that the rapid advancement of Viktor’s illness and I can easily see a scenario where Viktor didn’t force the issue and indeed, was happy to see that Jayce had someone else who loved him in his life, knowing he didn’t have much time left and it would take a miracle to save his own life. Basically, I don’t see Viktor as jealous of Mel as a person, even if he was wary / resigned towards Jayce’s political career and would have rather have had him in the lab more often.

There was a happy medium there, I think, where Jayce was happily balanced between the two of them without jealousy from either that the accelerating events of S1 basically prohibited as the crises began to unfold, forcing Jayce into the conflict with Zaun, and Zaun had always been a point of miscommunication and later tension between Viktor and Jayce. An inevitable one I think, since Jayce couldn’t possibly know what it was like to grow up there, and in the course of their work it probably only rarely came up and so wasn’t daily addressed until the crisis made it an ugly conflict between them.

Anyway, I’m mostly just rambling as I think my way through how I write Jayce and Viktor in the fic I’m finishing up. But mostly I wanted to make the point that I see Jayce’s relationship with Mel as real and important and not “getting in the way” of his relationship with Viktor indeed, Viktor and Mel at least seem mature enough to navigate a poly relationship and Jayce has a lot of love to give (he loves SO MUCH guys I’m emotional about it, he’s just a good kid who ended up in a shitty complex situation that went way over his head. Bro didn’t even know if his school OFFERED military history, he was such an easy target and this is why STEM kids need an introduction to liberal arts I swear).

I don’t think S2 is headed towards any sort of unambiguous happy ending for the three of them but there’s definitely a happy AU in my heart where the three of them make it work and are better together than just two out of the pair.

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — NSFW, HYBRID AU

IMAGINE — yandere!poly!hybrids!vocalunit x gn!human!you.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, hybrid AU, poly relationship elements, implied ot13 background, smut elements inclusive of breeding kink and praise kink.

WRITER'S NOTES — i was thinking about writing hybrid!svtot13 BUT i'm kind of lazy (even though i had an whole ass draft and im supposed to be writing that hoshi fic, i finished that yandere hoshi fic BUT i just realised it does not match the request so another day i guess ): ) so here is some vocal unit hybrid thingies lol (okay this is a universe btw). AND NO IM NOT GOING TO WRITE THAT WHOLE ASS LONG OT13 DRABBLE WITH SMUT IM BAD AT THAT, BESIDES IF I EVER WROTE PIAKPIAK SCENES IT WOULD BE x MALE READER! ):

speical mention — @sousydive

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ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who was the second to arrive in this household, but calls the shots anyway. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who acts all angel-like and act weak in front of you so you would give him more attention. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who demands you to brush his fur with that high quality set everyday for at least half an hour.

ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who has a high sex stamina and drive (i mean, he is a rabbit), and he can go on and on in his ruts. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who would lock you in his room with him and attempt to 'breed' you during his rut. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who pouts and whines as he fucks into you, grabbing your ankles in case you attempt to crawl away from him again.

ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who seems a little polite and distance at first, but you didn't know that he was already in love with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bared his teeth at another random predator hybrid that was checking you out at the perfume store (he definitely learned that from one of the other feline hybrids). ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who loves to give you head massages when you are sitting on his lap. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who needs to have you by his side 24/7 when he is in his rut, and that means even you have to go to the toilet, he's there with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bit the other hybrids in the household when they tried to touch you and speared you on his cock to show them his ownership over you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who tries replicating your smell with his perfume set, but always ends up getting hard or cumming over it.

ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stills feel guilty about scratching and biting you when you tried to pick him out of your berries bush the first time the two of you met. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who is proud to be the first one who met you, and his claiming mark on your neck told all the other hybrid that come after him that you belonged to him first. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who hates the others touching his tail, but will wrap them around your body if you were near him. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who will lick all over your body with his rough tongue, enjoying how your skin turns red with each lick. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who would call you a good owner for helping him with his rut, and that he will make sure that you can give birth to his kittens first, because he was the first hybrid you had anyway. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stops being clingy after his rut, but still would hiss when the other hybrids comes too close to you (his tail would still be hanging on your body, and only the tiger hybrid is brave enough to come near).

ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who secretly growled at the other canine hybrids in warning before he approach you to greet you for the first time at the adoption centre. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who disliked the other canine hybrid but was willing to get along with him just for you. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who learnt baking just because you mentioned that you were craving some cookies. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who pushes his nose into your chest as he humps against your leg, telling you that his rut is here. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who make sure you smell like him by coming all over your body during his rut, apologizing as he did so. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who asks you repeatedly whether he is a good boy as he ruts his hips into you (just tell him he is).

ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who was ready to fight the other ten hybrids in your household with his injuries to earn his place in your little pack (that you don't know of) when you first met. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who sits in your lap and asks you to preen his feathers almost everyday. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who leaves his feathers in your clothes as a claim of ownership over you. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan whose colourful wings will wrap around you as he gnaw along your collarbones. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would mimic and repeat your moans and he rock you into his sheets during his ruts. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would keep rubbing your buldging tummy, asking you to take "just a little more" as he keep cumming.

© yiichan, 2024 origin of divider

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The world has gone to hell, but you've found your own paradise (or: apocalypse au with task force 141) — plus-size!fem!reader x poly!141

CW: zombie apocalypse (but no real zombies mentioned lol), allusion to smut but doesn't actually happen yet, soap being a horny bastard, implied age-gap?

HEAVILY based on the bill and frank storyline from the last of us but can be read as a generic zombie apocalypse so no worries if you haven't seen/played tlou! Also different format? Is this something?

Captain John Price who, over the years, has become a bit of a survivalist nut — a prepper, if you will.

Sure, his sergeants make fun of him for it sometimes, but he more than anyone knows the shit that plays behind the scenes, the things governments keep hidden, the threats that loom every damn day — so he'd rather be safe than sorry when the world inevitably goes to shit. He's almost smug about it when it does (he hadn't calculated in the zombie aspect of it all, but still)

Unfortunately for him, however, he and the rest of 141 are deployed when outbreak day comes around. More and more cities are bombed by the hour, the population dwindling by the second, and in the week that follows he and the boys are amongst those assigned to evacuate the smaller towns and villages and escort the citizens to quarantine zones — that is, until the QZ's are full and they're under direct order to execute those that didn't make it in.

Now, Price's moral compass has been skewed for some time now. He's done some stuff during his years serving — man or woman, guilty or innocent, it hadn't mattered to him then. It doesn't now, either.

What does him in is the tear that rolls down Soap's cheek when Price shoots the mother and child his sergeant couldn't bring himself to ("Aren't these the people we're 'posed tae protect, cap?")

He convinces his task force to desert that very night (they'd been hesitant, but in the end, they'd follow their captain to hell and back). They gather as many weapons, ammo and MRE's as they can get away with without being caught, and they're off into the night.

Price brings them to his home — a big, old house inherited from his grandparents somewhere in a small, sleepy village. He had spent the better part of his time on leave preparing the house to be self-sufficient should the need arise: generators on solar and wind power, water filters, a chicken coop and a garden set up in the backyard (that, and enough weapons to supply a small army in the garage)

They wait until this village gets evacuated, too, so they can claim it for themselves before raiders come around. They fence off a section of the town, set up traps and cameras, anything to ensure no unwanted visitors can enter, infected or not.

It's their own form of paradise, in a way. (the house has enough bedrooms to give them all their own — they end up in eachother's more often than not)

One day, you fall into their lives — literally. You've fallen into one of their traps, a literal hidden hole in the ground, and within a few minutes you hear the creak of a gate, multiple sets of feet and the unmistakable sound of a gun being loaded ("I'm not infected!" You yell from your hole before they can lay eyes on you, certain they'd shoot you on sight if you didn't)

The first thing you see is the barrel of the gun leering over the edge, before you see its owner — a man with a beard and the most intense eyes you've ever seen. He keeps his gun pointed at you while he makes you recite the alphabet, forwards then backwards, all with your hands held before you to ensure you weren't twitching. You pass his test, it seems, and a ladder is lowered into the hole.

Once you're back on the surface, you see it's not just the man with the beard — there's four of them in total, each looking more terrifying than the last, all muscle and bulk and having the ability to snap you like a twig should they feel the need. There are still guns pointed at you as you explain your situation and simultaneously beg for your life — you were with a group travelling to the nearest QZ, you're the only one left now ("Please, I didn't mean- Please don't hurt me, I'll be out of your hair before you know it — I won't tell anyone about this place! I haven't eaten in three days-")

John and Simon were hesitant at first, but their sergeants manage to convince them to let you inside, offer you some food before sending you on your way again (Soap had been frothing at the mouth a little the moment he had laid eyes on you — sure, they had kept eachother... satisfied, but "Cap, when's the last time any o' us felt the touch o' a lass? 'N such a pretty one at that..." and Price knows he can't deny them when Gaz leans over to whisper how prettily you had begged for your safety, surely it'd do no harm?)

Your eyes widen a little when the scary man with the beard tells you to come with them — your hunger ends up winning the battle with your brain as it tries to convince you that following four big male strangers into their fenced home is not a good plan.

You expected a dented can of beans and maybe a cup of water, so you're definitely more than a little surprised when they usher you into a bedroom with an ensuite, telling you to go take a shower (Soap wanted to follow you into the bathroom, mumbling something about wanting to double check for any bite marks. Ghost had to hold him back by his shirt)

You nearly cry when you feel the stream of hot water on your skin, and feel like you're in some sort of fever dream when you see the clean clothes laid out on the bed for you — granted, they're men's clothes, but anything is better than the rags you had on before.

You start to wonder if maybe you died and are in some sort of weird state between worlds when you come back downstairs to a table that's fully decked out and beautifully presented plates of food.

All of them turn to you immediately and you have to do your best not to falter under their stares (you don't notice the flustered little cough Price lets out at the sight of such a pretty creature in his shirt — god, maybe Johnny was right, it had been a while since he's had a woman, and such a young, plush one at that)

One of them — the one with the darker skin and the prettiest face you've seen in months — is the first to jump into action, hand on your lower back as he ushers you into a chair.

You're convinced you're dead when you bring the first bite to your lips — God, that's good. (Johnny nearly chokes on his food at the small moan you let out. Simon remains stoic, but damn him if he didn't feel a spark of heat in his gut at the sound)

The men start introducing themselves while you're shoveling food into your mouth. The man with the beard — John, you now know — explains that they're all ex-military. Through bites of food, you do your best to introduce yourself as well. You tell them your story, they tell you theirs (well, Johnny and Gaz do, mainly. The one called Simon still hasn't really said a word to you, and you can tell John is a little paranoid about sharing too much information with a stranger)

As the night progresses, there's a shift in the air. Kyle leans in a little too close while brushing a crumb away from your lip, and John lingers behind you a little too long as he refills your glass (you pretend not to notice the sound of his deep inhale as he leans over you).

John insists you don't have to help with the dishes, so you wander into the living room and are immediately intrigued by the piano standing there. Johnny joins you on the bench, thigh pressed against yours as you play with the keys. Simon — or 'Ghost', as you noticed the others called him sometimes — leans over you from behind, and your breathing nearly stops (Simon knows he's too close, but so what if he wants you to accidentally brush against his abdomen?)

Once it's all said and done, you try not to let your disappointment show as you prepare to leave. Much to your surprise, it's Simon that grunts something to you, speaking the first words he's said that night. ("Stay. F'r the night. 'S not safe out there.")

John keeps a heavy hand on your shoulder as he leads you back to the bedroom you were in earlier. It's his, he tells you, but he can stay with one of the others. ("Are you- Are you sure? I can take a couch, or-" "'M sure, love, good night's sleep 'll do you good. Give me a yell if y'need somethin', yeah?")

With that, he leaves you to it, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, that bed does look inviting, and you can almost hear your vertebrae begging for a soft mattress. As you get ready for bed, a thought enters your mind. It had... been a while.

Is what you're about to do a stupid decision? Maybe, but you figured if these men had wanted to hurt you they would've done it already, and you'd be lying if you said that all their touches and affection weren't having an effect on your panties.

You yell out their names from the room, and the four of them are there within a second, though they all falter at the door as they take in the sight before them — you're sitting in the bed, covers pulled up so the only thing visible are your bare shoulders and arms, and it's immediately clear what your intentions are.

Soap, once again, has to be held back by the scruff to prevent him from pouncing on you immediately. John, instead, is the first one to actually enter the room, sitting down on the bed and carefully bringing his hand to caress your cheek while asking if you're sure about this (he'd rather not admit the way he shuddered a bit when he made contact with the soft skin of your face)

Your answer is immediate, you've made up your mind — on one condition ("I'm not... a whore, or anything. I don't sleep with people for food or shelter or anything, just- if we're doing this... I'm staying. For a while.")

Simon nearly laughs at this — funny how you think they would have let you leave otherwise.

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hii!! i just discovered your blog and i really like the way you write ^^ could i ask either sungchan or eunseok (or both lol) x virgin!reader. thank you!!

୨୧ warnings｜dom sungchan and eunseok，size kink，corruption，virgin!reader，double penetration，anal，no protection，fat cock chan and seok，poly implied

when your boyfriends find out you're a virgin, immediately you could feel the tension between them bursting at the seams. between men there's a pride thing when it comes to taking a girls virginity and you could tell neither one of them were going to settle for being 'second'

for sungchan, when he thinks of you being a virgin he can never stop himself from letting his mind wander. every little thing you do has him thinking of how innocent you are and all the ways he can corrupt you :( he thinks of how he can treat you like a princess and make your first time the most special experience in the world and how slowly over time he can turn you into the perfect good girl for him <3 when eunseok thinks of you being a virgin, he thinks of how he can completely and fully break you. how it would be to have you spread open for him, eyes full of curiosity that so quickly gets replaced by the feeling of fear. how it would be to make it fit, your eyes wide and mouth opened for him to use and play with to his liking. taking your virginity isn't about the experience being special its about him making you so dumb you think of him only.

both of them combined is like constant whiplash. sungchan's sweet touches of encouragement while he kisses you, tongue pushed deep inside your mouth and exploring every single inch. his fingers dancing in your hair and down to the back of your neck to push you closer. him compared to eunseok's mean cold stare, hands on his belt as he watches you both makes you nervous. hearing him call you a liar because theres no way a virgin is so calm with tongue kissing, how his presence fills up the entire room. and suddenly being pulled away from channie and into seokies lap and :( he kisses you so rough and so sloppy... spit dripping from the corner of your mouth and his hands groping every part of you that he can touch!!!! you get so entirely messy n seokie does that off the bat to establish what dynamics are about to be present!!! its honestly a little shocking seeing channie get so small when seokie is pulling you around :( chanie going "come on seok be nice" and he sounds so defeated trying to do better for you but seok just tells him this is how he has to train you !!!! only way you'll know what to expect in the future </3

both of them have insaneeee size kinks btw 😞 both are so much bigger than you and its so easy to dumb you down enough to where you feel completely at their mercy and like the smallest lil thing in the world :( eunseok loves the mental mind games he can play on you </3 asking why cant you fight back when hes holding you down n pulling your clothes off n asking if you're just too small!! too small to think too small to push him away too small to do anything for yourself and :( pouting n fat tears rolling down your face bcs you feel so helpless n sungchan's holding you down too so maybe you are too little :( saying sorry n seokie makes you physically say you need him to do everything for you </3 sungchan is of course him making you feel small mentally but thats so easy when hes just insanely huge. every single part of him is huge and :( his dick being as big as his forearm and :( blinking at him and eunseok because they're both so big... too big for you when you've never felt anything before and !!!!!! just so hard not to feel dizzy and dumb :(

thinking seokie laying down on the bed n he tells you to get on top and you think hes being sweet to you finally n letting you control the pace :( thighs trembling while trying to push his blunt fat tip inside n your fingers keeps slipping :( accidentally letting go n hes so heavy slapping against your cunny n the only reason you aren't doubling over is because sungchan is holding you up :(( eunseok gets so frustrated when you can't push it in, smacking your hands away n squeezing the base of his fat cock n pushing the tip in and your eyes immediately roll back n your mouth drops n </333 shaking n sobbing holding onto him telling your seokie that it hurts n you can barely breathe ☹️☹️☹️ sungchan would distract you by kissing all over your shoulders n neck but all you can do is sob on eunseok's dick as he smashes himself all the way in n hes pressing into your g-spot </3 doesn't give you time to adjust just starts rutting his hips up into you n you feel so beyond dizzy!!! drool dripping onto his chest n he calls you so gross but his hips smack against you so roughly :( you're so out of touch from the pain you don't register channie behind you pressing you down on your boyfriends chest and you choke on your sobs when you feel him pressing against your hole, panicking and whimpering out little no's but seokie telling you to shut up n kisses you and :( just sobbing n sobbing when sungchan gets his tip in your asshole n you think you're gonna split in half.... sungchan feels so entirely bad too but the way you're squeezing around him and you feel so warm make it harder for him not to press down onto your back n push inch by inch of his dick in </3 hes so nice n gives you a second before he starts moving n trying to match pace w seok n yeah 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you get so cock drunk you're barely responsive just nodding n babbling whine they both chase their orgasms </3 make you cum around them soooo much..... just white rings of cum but they can't stop using your perfect tight virgin cunny n mhm mhm

[cod-indulgences]

Dunno if you have written for like Poly!141/Nikolai x reader, or anything for Nikolai x reader at all, but I would love you forever if you could write it. I dig the D/s stuff in your other posts, dubcon is cool too. 🥺❤️

Nikolai x female!reader, implied poly!TF141, implied TF141 x reader, John Price x reader, dubcon, noncon, consensual nonconsent implied but not stated, light clit and nipple abuse, squirting, implied free use/gangbang scenario

(man I really just left so much implied lol, anon thanks for your patience)

You wake up slowly, sluggish. There was movement in the bed with you, a heavy, hard-muscled body moving against yours. You moan as big hands cup your breasts, squeezing and groping.

The man presses you into the mattress, nudging your thighs open, and you arch your back as he grinds against you. Everything is soft-edged with sleep but you can feel the damp spot on your panties, the way the head of his cock rubs against you, kept out by a thin cotton barrier.

You moan again, louder, as he pinches your nipples. It's almost too hard, and you try to push him back, only rubbing your pussy against him more. Stubble scrapes your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, sucking.

"Johnny?" You guess, and reach a hand back to cup his head- and stop cold as you find not a mohawk or buzz cut, but longer licks, tangling in your fingers.

You don't know who is in your bed.

"Aw, pet, don't recognize me?" The man croons, licking the shell of your ear. He releases your breasts and slides one hand down your panties, lifting your ass up as he plays with your clit. You jerk, unable to stop yourself from following the movements of his fingers.

His other hand comes up over your mouth and presses it closed. "Hush, don't bother the rest of them. All partied out, yeah?"

Your boys had partied hard- hosting a handful of friends they'd made over the years, flying in from all over the world, and the celebrating had lasted well into the else hours, still going when you excused yourself to bed.

And now one of those friends had slipped into your bed, and was teasing your clit with slick fingers, making your hips jerk and your heart pound- someone you didn't know, you couldn't place his accent, who all had been there? How many- you couldn't think- you moan and feel your pussy clench as he rubbed faster, making little slick noises that made your face burn with embarrassment. You whine and try again to shove him off, rocking your hips, only to have your shout muffled in his hand as his fingers pinch hard.

"Naughty pet!" The man says, he sounds delighted. You groan as he keeps his grip through your thrashing, your free hand yanking at his arm. He doesn't budge, and you pant through your nose, feeling tears start to leak from your eyes. "Going to listen? Be good?"

He starts twisting, and you shriek into his hand, nodding frantically as your hips slam up and back, trying to escape the pain. Your panties rub against his groin, pulled sideways, and he releases your clit just to tug the scrap of fabric fully away and slam his cock into you.

The hand muffling your mouth presses tighter, arching your head against his shoulder, and you struggle to breathe against the cock that is fucking deep into you. There's so wait, no slow build up, just a hard fucking that punches the air from your lungs, little sounds stealing past the man's grip on your face. More tears drip from your eyes as you hear the wet smack of his balls on your pussy, how your spread thighs offer no resistance. Just a wet cunt being fucked.

The man grunts against your shoulder, wriggling a hand back to your breast where it's pressed into the mattress. Your nipple is found quickly, and he starts pinching it the same way he did your clit, a hard, steady pressure that makes you moan, and squirm, and try to fight him off as the ache increases. You sob when he twists the little nub, and he laughs meanly in your ear.

"So many tears, and still your pussy is wetter," he says, and grips your other nipple to twist it as well. Your pussy throbs. "Don't play dumb, you wanted this, laying here with your legs open just waiting for cock."

"No, no," you moan through his hand, and get a second pinch for it. He's still fucking you, too hard, your pussy aching as he bottoms out.

"Yes, yes," he mocks, and hauls you upright to fuck up into you, spreading your legs open around him. Your back to his chest, you can feel your tits bouncing, hear even more clearly the wet sounds of his cock going in and out. All you can see is the dark shadows on the ceiling and the side of his head- dark hair, long like you'd felt in your hand, nothing else. His shoulder bunches under your head, flexing as his body works to drive you insane.

You moan and fall limp, giving in. It's too much, the fear and the unknown, a stranger fucking you so well your pussy is clenching, ready to come, your nipples bruised. You can feel his grin against your cheek as he lifts one of your knees up, and oh, oh no.

Pressure builds in you, a throbbing ache in your pussy matched by a deeper sensation, wetter, and you scrabble at his arms as the man's cock rolls over your g-spot. You can't do it, you can't, he's going- going to make you-

You sob and wail as you come, thighs shaking as you squirt, liquid spraying from your cunt and all over the bed, and the man swears and fucks his cock into you so hard he slams into your cervix, making you groan at the stab of pain in your belly, clit throbbing on each thrust.

When he finally comes, fuck, finally, he does it by dropping you flat to the bed again, letting you collapse limp into the soaked sheets, his come filling your pussy. You whimper as he pulls out, panting, and uses his thumbs to hold your hole open. Slick drips down your clit.

"Ah, too dark in here to see it," he comments, as casual as if he was talking about trying to read in dim light. "My friend, care to hit the light for me?"

A second voice grumbles, "Of course," and you flinch as the bedside lamp comes on, your eyes squinching shut against the glare. After a moment you open them again, your mouth trembling as Price stands from his seat on your makeup table bench.

The man behind you- Nikolai, now you remember- tugs harder, and you whimper, feeling the cool air inside your pussy, the wet drip of come, as vulnerable as you've ever been- and sob when your pussy tries to clench down, only a flutter against the iron-hard grip prying you open.

"Just as you promised, Price, nothing better than a wet cunt," he says crudely, and Price laughs. He's hard himself, and you drop your eyes to the outline of his cock, straining in his pants. When Nikolai lets go, you scramble to the edge of the bed, reaching out, throwing your arms around Price. He pats your head.

"Alright, darling? Hell of a wake up call, huh?" Your head spins. Pleasure and pain and fear and surprise all swirl together. Your pussy aches and you're dripping slick and come. "Now come on- Nik won the round to get to wake you up, but we've got a whole house wanting to spend more time with you. On your feet," and he tugs you upright, tucking your hair back, and leads you on wobbling feet out to the main room.