#poly fix it for the win

[outta-trouble]

why do i have to choose between sonadow and sonamy can't anybody like poly relationships

[3lsmp]

the adventures of ghost hunter skizz and his 4 irritated BELOVED partners!!

[mentalovermachinery]

Guys I think I'm falling in love with my heated blanket... it's so warm and nice and it feels like I'm being hugged. How could I not fall in love?!? I just got him and I already love him..... happy holidays everyone :3

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Natalie Barney is so iconic.

She really went put of her way to be a great artist, help other artists- specially woman - and date all the pretty ladies and she did it.

Also sry for her dad but if both my wife and my daugther were super talented artists who loved what they did I would be super proud and not be against it at all. Sry but I"m different.

[ghostvibesonly]

season 4 is a go guys THIS IS HOW WE CAN STILL WIN-

Here is my contribution to the fandom

I call it "The Bi Ted Thesis"

[deckedcards]

. . . GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, WHO AM I SUPPOSED TO PLEASE? WHO AM I?

⌗ PAIRING: yandere! shuntarō chishiya x male! reader x yandere! hikari kuina

⌗ SUMMARY: kuina was the only person that chishiya tolerated during his time in the borderlands. wherever one went, the other followed. the two never let anyone join their pact, only hanging around eachother unless they were required to separate in games. however, what happens when chishiya introduces kuina to a kind face he met during the solitary confinement game?

⌗ THIS WORK INCLUDES . . . lowercase intended, typical aib warnings, typical yandere warnings, third person pov, slight fluff, angst?, reader is traumatized, established relationship (chishiya x kuina), implied poly relationship, protective kuina, flirting, kind’ve bisexual reader, kuina and chishiya reunite, chishiya has his eyeliner back, mentions of the king of spades, reader being too nice for their own good, manipulation, chishiya kinda breaks reader a little, reader gets treated like an object more than a person, character death but it’s not major so don’t worry, mentions of suicide, chishiya and kuina slightly take advantage of reader and his kindness, chishiya being a little shit, reader is mentioned to be taller than chishiya but shorter than kuina, set during the events of season 2, fixed grammar and wording mistakes ❨ edited ❩

⌗ EXTRA NOTES: i’m honestly now sure how to feel about this, i feel like it might be all over the place. let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated💙💙 (chishiya gif, kuina gif)

⸺ THE SOUND of lights buzzing filled the silence of the prison. the air was thick as someone new walked in, everyone was spread out around the place, quiet and restless. the black metal bomb collars on their necks didn’t go unnoticed as they shined brightly.

chishiya sighed readjusting his posture. the last player had finally arrived he was waiting here for ages to the point that boredom had started to grow inside him. the tv rang as it turned on, starting to speak.

DIFFICULTY LEVEL: JACK OF HEARTS.

GAME: SOLITARY CONFINEMENT.

the game was simple. guess the shape that appeared on the back of your collar, without cheating by looking at the symbol yourself or with a reflective object. choose a cell once the five minutes of each round ended and state your symbol. seemed easy right?

not quite.

there was time limit during the symbol guessing, don’t answer correctly or take too long to answer? consider your life, game over. the tv stated that the shapes would change every round, this is when a man with navy blue overalls ontop of a yellow shirt decided to speak up, ippei oki.

“wait a sec, so that means we just have to ask each other what our symbols are!”

attention was turned to him at this, “that seems easy enough.” a man who went by (name) spoke up, his mouth shifting into a toothy smile as he went to stand behind ippei going to tell him his symbol before chishiya butted in. “i’m not so sure. they haven’t told us what the conditions to win are yet.”

BE AWARE THAT YOUR OPPONENT, THE JACK OF HEARTS, HAS ALREADY BEEN PLACED AMONG YOU.

“oh, that’s good.”

the announcer continued to talk. no type of violence between players, no weapons, and the game will stop once the jack of hearts is defeated until then, the participants would be forced to stay here unless they find a way to figure it out. chishiya spoke up again, “this means that the only way this game will ever end, is if the jack gives the wrong answer. so, basically, no one here is getting out alive, unless they lie to the jack.”

(name) furrowed his brows at him, “but.. how will we do that if we don’t know who the jack is?” he questioned. chishiya turned to him as a slight smirk tugged at his lip corners, “that’s why we’re here to find out.”

THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.

ROUND ONE: 01: 00: 00

the room fell into another uncomfortable silence, everyone looked at each other until someone spoke up. asking another man about his symbol, the man obliged. completely ignoring the possibility of this man being the jack. how dumb. “so, the twenty of us need to eliminate each other until we somehow figure out who the jack of hearts is.” a man in a suit, ōki yaba, said reminding everyone of what could happen, “what makes you think that anyone is trustworthy?”

the two pulled away, looking at the other in a puzzled manner. everyone else started to break up into groups despite this, in a way to make sure “no one” was going to lie. chishiya just stared, his sharp eyes examining everyone in the room, not bothering to care at their attempts to seemingly win this, “um.. excuse me.” his head turned at the call, it was (name).

“do you—do you mind telling me my symbol, please? and..if you want i’ll tell you yours.” chishiya’s eyes racked upon the man’s body language. his posture was stiff as his hands fiddled against each other, fingers rubbing against another, you could tell his anxiety was through the roof. “are you sure? for all you know, i could be the jack.”

“the jack wouldn’t say something like that.”

chishiya raised his eyebrows at the sternness, he felt something stirring inside him as he stared at the man infront of him, “good point,” he exhaled through his nose, swallowing down a bit of saliva that was stuck in his throat, “but, if you’re trying to survive, i’d advise you examine the people here a little more carefully. keep the ones who don’t lie close, you don’t know who’d be ready to stab you in the back at any moment. i wouldn’t let my guard down, if i were you.”

“does… does that apply to you as well? because, i don’t feel like you’d be the type of person who’d do that,” (name) said with a hint of nervousness in his voice. chishiya didn’t reply, just staring at his face with dark pupils, the jet black eyeliner that decorated his eyelids enhanced them. he felt something stirr inside him again, what was he feeling?

“hey!” a girl wearing all blue with a half up half down hairstyle walked up to ippei, urumi aramaki, a giant smile was plastered on her face as other players were trailing behind her, “do you three wanna join our team? no pressure or anything.”

“uh, it’s not that i don’t want to..” ippei said as him and (name) looked at eachother then at chishiya, he had a grin on his face as he seemingly brightened at her invitation, “okay. we’ll join your group.” chishiya replied for them emphasizing the ‘o’ as he said it. she smiled even more at this, nodding her head at them as she walked away to head downstairs.

(name) whipped his head at chishiya, narrowing his eyes as he opened his mouth, “but you said—“

“disregard what i said,” chishiya cut him off tearing the hoodie from his head as he leaned off from the wall, “i think this might be fun.”

ROUND TWELVE BEGINS NOW.

one, then two, three, then five, seven, then nine, ten, then thirteen. hours have passed, half of the players were already gone and the jack of hearts still hasn’t been found.

(name) was crying, his legs planted under him as his hands clutched against his chest. he was still in his cell, not bothering to get up as he weeped. ippei was gone, he killed himself. killed himself even when he was told what the right answer was all because he couldn’t deal with everyone trying to trick each other. (name)’s heart couldn’t handle this anymore, he didn’t believe that people would actually go this far to win. chishiya was right about all this, he should’ve never let his guard down, he should’ve never trusted anyone.

he tried to be kind. always telling everyone the right answer no matter what. even telling urumi the right shape despite when she had gotten more than one person killed. (name) lived his life treating everyone with the upmost respect, he believed that everyone had a good soul deep down. even when they didn’t show it, no one was a bad person in his eyes. no one, not even the person that placed him in these games.

the door opened, letting brightness into the poorly lighten room. chishiya stood there in the middle, hands in the pockets of his jacket as he observed his shaking body. chishiya was jealous of (name). him and his golden personality. the smiles that he gave him after every round started or ended. trying not to let the deaths of the other players get to him, even trying to get chishiya to laugh when he didn’t want to.

wanting to share his snacks when they went down in the basement, comforting ippei when he was about to break down, trying to interfere when the other players tried sabotaging each other (and chishiya always having to stop him), never letting chishiya’s words break him down when he told him what he needed to hear, even when he looked half dead half the time. he wished he could be like that, happy.

“hmph,” chishiya sighed as he looked into the window of the door. ippei’s body was layed out against the wooden tiles, his blood scattered against the walls of the room as he pondered, “looks like we’ve lost our partner.” he moved his head up, seeing the rest of the remaining players looking at the duo, seemingly questioning them with their eyes as they heard the explosion in ippei’s cell. he didn’t care about that of course, he never did. as long as (name) was still alive it didn’t matter to him. his feet began to move, walking away from the dead body expecting (name) to follow behind him like he regularly did during each round.

silence. he didn’t hear anything trailing next to him, weird, since (name) was just behind him. chishiya stopped in his tracks, turning his legs to see what was keeping (name) from moving. ah. the man was staring at ippei’s corpse, he forgot the friendship the two had made during the rounds. chishiya rolled his eyes as he walked back up to him, (name)’s head refused to move away from the door, “it’s not worth your time.” chishiya said trying to return his focus back onto him, “he already chose his path. there was nothing you could do.” (name) gulped, nodding his head as he chewed on his bottom lip to prevent himself from crying, he was never the best at hiding his emotions. either way, he was glad he was able to make a friend during his time here, even if it was for a little while.

“c’mon, i’m hungry.” chishiya joked signaling his head to the direction of the basement. (name) took one last glance at ippei, his glossy eyes moving to look at the white haired man infront of him. he was so close to breaking, chishiya’s stomach stirred once again. butterflies, that’s what he was feeling. he felt butterflies moving around in his stomach at (name)’s gaze. why hadn’t he realized that before? was this love? no. this was something more, something he couldn’t point his finger at. but… what was this?

‘i don’t feel like you’d be the type of person who’d do that.’ those words echoed in chishiya’s head everytime (name) looked at him. oh, how wrong he was. how very wrong. he’s glad he hadn’t met him before, during the beach, his poor sunshine, maybe then he’d think about reconsidering those words.

the man shook his head as chishiya approached him, crouching down to meet at his eye level, “i’m tired..” (name) whined, his voice stammering at the words that left him, “i’m tired, chishiya. i don’t wanna do this anymore..” chishiya cocked his head, not bothering to hide his cat-like mannerisms. “this world has no place for people like you.”

“huh—”

“your kindness means nothing here,” he explained, “it doesn’t matter what you do, since it won’t be enough. the citizens here are like animals, i already told you, ‘examine the people here a little more carefully,’ but you didn’t listen. letting your heart steer you and not your brain, that was your first mistake. you’re never gonna be safe here if you keep up this act, you know better than this.”

(name) breathed heavily, he was right. his heart was holding him in a headlock. this place was about survival, not love, not care or empathy. all the people who’ve left him to die in previous games came flashing back to him, they were already dead. the previous players, dead. but him, he was still alive, this was how it always was supposed to be, just him. chishiya soothed back the loose hair strands that had fallen onto his face with his cold hands, watching (name) finally come to the realization he was trying to show him this whole time. a sharp smirk covered his face, “besides, you don’t wanna end up like ippei, do you?”

that. that was the breaking point. “no! no… no, never, i don’t—i don’t want that!” (name) yelled, if the remaining four players weren’t already far away from the cells, they could’ve heard what chishiya said and pin point him into the accusation of being the jack of hearts. good thing they weren’t though, luck was always on chishiya’s side right? “then why give up? you’ve already made it this far, why stop. other people would just beg to be in your position, you know.” (name)’s eyes steered away from him, ducking his head down as his body shivered.

chishiya always knew how to get into someone’s mind, it was like second nature to him. always convincing someone he was there to help, acting all buddy buddy just to leave them in a ditch somewhere. whether it be dead or alive, he didn’t care, he only worried about his own skin. his own chances of survival. but thats not how he felt towards (name), no. he wanted (name) to stick around with him. maybe even have him meet kuina, he knows she’d love him. she always liked guys like him. “now…” chishiya spoke up, the grin on his face still hadn’t faltered as he turned himself around,,

“mind telling me what my symbol is?”

kuina thighs were aching, she’d already been through three face card arenas and she still hasn’t caught sight of ann or chishiya since they were separated during the king of spades game. she was getting tired, what if this plan of hers was for nothing? what if she broke off from arisu and usagi just to end herself up in circles? kuina shook her head, no. she knew one of them was close, she knew it. it was only a matter of time before the three reunited with each other.

‘stay positive’ she reminded herself, not letting her worries try and get to her. kuina moved her legs once more before a growl left her stomach. ah right, food. she forgot about that. unhooking her backpack from her shoulders, she unzipped it scattering the bag for any type of protein bar she might’ve left in it just in case. nothing, her hand picked up an empty wrapper chucking it against the gravel beside her. kuina scowered her eyes around, looking for any type of place that could’ve possibly had something to eat.

her iris stopped as they landed on an abandoned market, she picked her bag up once again as she checked around her to make sure nothing of harm was near it. she carefully walked towards it, stepping through the broken glass door as she scanned through the place. all the shelves were messed up but the food that were left on it had yet to be expired. she chucked anything that was healthy into her bag, not wanting to waste any time on getting back to her search. kuina jittered as a loud bang was heard in the back of the store, the sound of cans toppling over intrigued her.

she started moving, not thinking twice of the danger that could possibly be waiting for her. taking slow and easy steps towards the noise, her hands were balled up into fists, sure she was heading into something that might kill her but at least she was still being cautious. a tuft of white blurred past her vision, her eyes focused on what she was seeing, an almost human-like figure was making itself clearer to her. could it be—“chishiya?” her eyes enlarged themselves as she stared at him.

chishiya stood there with cookies in his hands, his outfit was different from when she last saw him. he sported a white jacket over a pitch black shirt and sweatpants, he was still somehow clean, no dirt or anything was to be seen on his pure white sweater or hair. “hey.” was all he said, his lips pressed into his regular straight thin line. kuina hesitated at first, what if her mind was playing tricks on her because of how hungry she was? there was no way. yes, she loved chishiya but she doesn’t think her brain was this good at making things seem real.

“chishiya!” she exclaimed extending both of her arms as she lunged at him. he winced as she took him in a bone crushing hug, he forgot how strong she was. “how are you here? when did you get here?—“ kuina bombarded him with questions, ‘where did he go?,’ ‘how’d he have time to change?,’ ‘what games did he play?’ stuff like that. another sound was heard, she focused her attention on this one, chishiya didn’t seem to care. kuina pushed him behind her, she had already found the source of his noise, so what could be making this one?

a man stumbled out from behind one of the shelves, a gun was perched onto his shoulder and a plastic bag was held in one of his hands as he stared at the two, centering his eyes onto chishiya. “don’t worry,” chishiya said to him stepping away from kuina’s hold, “this is kuina, the one i told you about when we left.”

(name) relaxed his body language, bambi eyes scanning over kuina before he extended one of his hands out, “it’s nice to meet you, i’m (name).” he introduced waiting for her to comply to the handshake. kuina looked over at chishiya, raising one of her eyebrows at him before she placed her hands into his. “you too.” she smirked as she fully soaked in his appearance, “hey... you’re kinda cute, y’know.” (name) raised his eyebrows turning his gaze back to chishiya.

“we met during the jack of hearts game,” chishiya started walking over to (name)’s side as he stared at him, placing his hand on his shoulder turning back to kuina, “he’s pretty useful, he’d be a good benefit to us. i already told him he could join us.” kuina crossed her arms ontop of her chest, the muscles on her biceps defining themselves at her action as she licked her lips slightly, “is that so?”

(name) nodded his head, his face looked broken, like he wasn’t even a person and more like a robot or a doll. what had chishiya done to him? “well, it’s nice to have you on our ‘team,’ (name).” she complimented him, he bowed his head as a thank you. “use your words,” chishiya demanded him sternly, “thank you, kuina.”

kuina cooed at him, ‘how cute’ she thought. it was like this man was made specifically for the two of them. obedient, handsome but slightly sexy, nice, semi-protective, his height even reached to her shoulders but he still towered over chishiya just how she likes it, and… did she mention cute? he was kinda like how arisu was when they first met him if you thought about it, only this time chishiya didn’t have any thoughts about betraying him. oh, she was definitely going to enjoy this addition of their relationship.

the three were walking on a dirty path through the city. kuina and chishiya were farther ahead as (name) trailed behind them, struggling to catch up with the two especially with all the extra weight they had forced upon him (the food bags in his hands, kuina’s heavy backpack and the gun hanging loosely off his shoulder.)

the duo infront had no want and made no effort in stopping for him. “i have to give it to you, chishiya,” kuina says biting down on her fake cigar, “you really know how to pick them,” she turned back watching as (name) kept his head low throughout all the steps he made.

chishiya let another smirk leave his lips following her gaze, “so, what do you think?”

“i like him.”

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[cllightning81]

The Broken Rib [OP81 + LN4]

Summary : Oscar broke his rib but he won't tell you or Lando how, too ashamed by how he did it, however you and Lando are there to look after him and love him.

Pairing/s: Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lando Norris

Warning/s: Poly Relationship

Word Count: 2.1K

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A/N: This is my first poly fic. I tried to make it so that all three of them were in the relationship not that just the reader was dating both drivers while they aren't dating. I hope you like it.

A/N 2: My tags aren't working at the moment but I'll fix them soon

Oscar had stupidly broken a rib. How? He wouldn’t share with you or Lando, but you knew that he was in pain. You were pretty sure he’d just done something stupid and was too ashamed to share how he did it with you both. 

Standing in the fan zone of the Hungarian Grand Prix, you could tell Oscar was in pain. As Lando took a drink from his can before handing it to you before starting to compete with a small child trying to get the best score. Lando pushed the small child out the way, jokingly trying to gain a head start as Oscar signed some things. 

You could see the pain he was in as he crouched down to the height of the child but you knew that he was enjoying himself too much to stop and think about how much pain it was causing him. 

Oscar soon stood up, turning to the camera with a chuckle 

“Highly matched so far” Oscar hummed, looking at the scores 

“Lando’s got a height advantage here, which you don’t often say about Lando Norris” He laughed as you shook your head 

“But you do in this case” He finished, and you smiled, knowing it would cause some extra friendly rivalry between the two of them. You smiled as Oscar walked over to you, pressing a kiss against your head 

“Are you okay?” You asked, softly tilting your head up to look at him 

“Yeah I’m doing okay” You nodded as he was called up to compete against a child. Lando smiled, taking his can from you as you walked over to him 

“He okay?” He whispered, causing you to shrug a little 

“Says he is, but I can see he’s in pain” You sighed, and he nodded, handing the can back before helping Oscar to try and win. It was just them being funny to the outside world, but to you, you knew it was because Lando didn’t want Oscar hurting himself even more. 

Although your relationship was hidden to the outside world for the most part, they knew of it in some aspects but not about how deep the relationship actually went. Many just assumed the three of you were being overly friendly with Lando and Oscar fighting for your love and hand. 

Both boys went through their time taking pictures individually with the young fans before a group photo. Lando stood on his toes, and Oscar decided to copy him. You laughed a little knowing about the fact Oscar loves to bully Lando lovingly about his height. 

“No Oscar” Lando muttered, and Oscar dropped back to his normal height. You left them there wandering back to the hospitality walking into Lando’s downstairs drivers room, knowing for a fact that he’d had a nap earlier and left his bed up. 

So that’s where you sat waiting for them to finish up. Both boys walked in with smiles on their faces. Lando moved you onto his lap so he and Oscar could sit down. 

“Hey there” Lando smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as Oscar kicked his legs up 

“Hey there to you both” You smiled as Oscar rested his head on Lando’s shoulder. 

“You okay, love?” Lando asked him as you turned your head to look at him 

“Yeah, just in a little pain” Oscar mumbled, and you frowned, turning fully on Lando’s lap to face Oscar

“Have you taken any painkillers today? You’re not in the car today you’re allowed to take some the doctor prescribed” You worried, pushing a stand of hair out his face 

“She’s right, love. The FIA allowed you to” Lando whispered, pressing a kiss to Oscar’s hair

“They’re in my drivers room” Oscar mumbled, closing his eyes as you pressed a kiss to his lips 

“I’ll go get them for you darling” You smiled softly, getting up and wandering to his driver's room to retrieve them and his water bottle. Handing them to him after a few steps between the room, you sat back down in Lando’s lap, not wanting to hurt Oscar even more. 

Oscar turned to look at you, and you smiled at him, holding his hand with one of your own and Lando’s with your other. Lando’s other hand wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. You couldn’t help but smile a little, although it wasn’t the perfect conditions to be in because Oscar was in pain. It was a moment where it was just the three of you. 

Alone and in the quiet of the drivers room before, they were called away for more media duties, leaving you alone again unless you decided to join them however, that was a little bit more boring.

There was a knock at the door, and Lando groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder as Jon popped his head into the room

“Mate media’s looking for you both. You better go see what they want” Jon shrugged, turning on his heel and walking back out of the room. Both of your boys groaning Oscar getting up to comply, but Lando holding his hand to keep him in place on the couch/bed thing 

“Lan we’ve got to go” Oscar mumbled, and you nodded in agreement 

“You do, baby. You know I’d love for you both to stay here and cuddle with me however I told Alex and Kika that I’d meet them once you two got stolen from me” You smiled pushing strands of hair out both of their faces. Oscar standing up again as you got up from Lando’s lap, holding a hand out to him. 

Lando gave you his hand, and you pulled him up onto his feet, not putting up much fight knowing how much time you liked spending with the other girls in the paddock. Lando leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips before turning you around to face Oscar. You stood up on your toes, pressing a kiss to Oscar’s lips, not wanting him to bend down and hurt himself. 

As the boys walked out of the drivers room, you could see their hands subtly touch, and you couldn’t help but smile. While Oscar wasn’t one for PDA, Lando made sure that there were subtle touches so Oscar knew that he was still loved as much as you were. 

You didn’t travel far from Mclaren’s hospitality with Kika and Alex, although you were kinda close to the media pen where all of your boys were there working. You had suggested the tables next to the media pen because you wanted to keep an eye on Oscar. 

You could see Oscar’s hair every so often and the way that when he laughed at one of Lando’s jokes, he had to grab his side in pain. Alex and Kika joking about how much you were keeping an eye on the boys however, what you both missed was Lando also keeping an eye on him. 

Back in the hotel room, you were sitting on the stool at the vanity doing your makeup because Lando and Oscar wanted to go on a date night. Lying on the bed, Oscar had his head on Lando’s chest as Lando’s hand played with Oscar’s hair. 

They had told you to start getting ready earlier than them because apparently you take longer to get ready than them, and now they were just enjoying cuddling. You turned around on the stool 

“Are you sure you want to go out?” You asked as both boys nodded however, their bodies and faces said differently 

“You know that I don’t mind staying in the hotel room with room service, cuddling up to my favourite men in the world maybe with a movie on” You hummed crawling on the bed next to them. 

“You know we like taking you out though” Lando sighed as Oscar nodded on Lando’s chest 

“I know you both do, but you look so comfortable there, and Oscar really needs to be resting” You smiled softly, resting a hand on each of their legs, caressing both of them. Oscar looked up at Lando, having a silent conversation between them. 

“Okay fine. Go get yourself ready for a cuddle night” Lando smiled as Oscar reached towards the bedside table for the menu. You smiled, getting back up and removing the make-up from your face. You looked into the suitcases on the floor that were overspilling from all three of you. 

The three of you were messy. Cisca, Nicole, and your mum all telling each of you off for how messy you were almost constantly. The time when Lando’s family was visiting and all of your clothes are all over the place after a trip. To you three, it was an organised chaos, but to his family, it was just chaos.

Oscar when he was staying with the prince in Bahrain before the three of you had told Mclaren about the relationship and before you could travel to a Grand Prix with your work his clothes all over the floor of the palace while he leaned against some tapestry. 

Your parents had just never shut up about how messy you were. From the age of five, they complained about your mess, and now, at your grown-up age, they were still doing it. 

You climbed onto the bed behind Oscar, looking at the menu over his shoulder after pulling one of Lando’s hoodies over your head so it covered your body. You smiled, knowing that tonight was going to end up good. 

Lando and Oscar both looked at each other before shaking their heads, and Oscar got up as Lando pulled you into the middle of the bed. Your head resting on Lando’s head before Oscar lays his head on your chest. Your hand instantly comes up to play with your hair. Oscar showed you the menu, letting both you and Lando read what you wanted. 

Lando called in the room service as you let Oscar pick the movie out for the night. 

The race was the worst thing you had to watch. Both of your boys deserved the win, but unfortunately, that wasn’t possible only one of them could win. You knew they weren’t going to hate each other behind closed doors for a long time. 

You didn’t want to pick a boyfriend at this point, so you just sat in the main hospitality area waiting for them. Both of them gave each other the cold shoulder as they kissed your head and passed you. 

You sighed, looking over at the strategy team. It was their fault this was happening. While everyone was so happy for Oscar’s first win and a one two for the team, it didn’t feel right. You walked into Oscar’s driving room. 

“I’m not mad” He whispered, and you smiled, glancing at the media team before shutting the door. 

“I know you’re not darling, but remember we’re all in this together. All three of us. I’m gonna go into Lando’s room while the media team have their way with you” You pressed a kiss to his lips before walking out and into Lando’s driver’s room. 

The sight broke you. Lando with his head in his hands, his body shaking a little. You sat next to him, wrapping your arms around him, just holding him for the moment. You knew that he was hard on himself, and this was just how he was dealing. 

“I’m sorry. I was being a dick. I know that” You shook your head 

“Maybe you were, but you wanted the win. I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to remember it’s not just the two of you here. I’m here. It also wasn’t his choice, you know that. So what I need from you is you need to go kiss and make up with him. Literally. Because I don’t want any of us fighting” Lando nodded, getting up and wiping his eyes. You watched him walk out, knowing that they would kiss and make up. 

By the time the three of you were back at your own home, everything was back to normal between the two of them, which you couldn’t have been more, happy about. You knew that they would be okay eventually, and you just being there helped them out. 

Laying on the bed with the two of them, both of them holding one of your hands as well as each other's hands. It was the perfect night. Playing monopoly, eating takeaways, and the flight with other drivers. 

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[hyunjins3rdleg]

🍸 What’s Your Poison?🍸

Hi,I’m A—Jay! Nice to meet you,honey🩷

• Bbygirl of ‘01

• March🌷Pisces Princess

• Somehow managing to work a big girl job in the real world of the USA

Just vibin’ & thrivin’ on my new little blog sharing my cute little ideas with cute little strangers.

(That’s you, babe. You’re the cute stranger💋)

*Hwang Hyunjin bias based!*

(But you’ll see me reblog all the boys!!)

Join me for Happy Hour Gossip!

I’m open to request or a chat if you’d like to giggle,rant,or cry with me!

*Request🔒:fake text(predominately),drabbles,au prompts,etc(I have more time for shorter fics)

*I will not write member x member or poly(just not into that,sorry)incest/step siblings, taboo/hardcore themes, include the members’ real life family, and I will politely decline your request if it’s something I am not comfortable with writing or speaking on :)

*Stray Kids are real people & therefore everything below is completely fictional. This doesn’t reflect who they truly are in any way, shape, or form. I am not trying to misconstrue who they are in real life.

Don’t forget to touch grass,babe <3

✨Everyone’s welcome at Stay’s Bar✨

(especially my fellow Black stays🤎)

**MDNI & SFW Rules**

Minors(16+)are free to interact with my blog as long as you keep it cute & appropriate.

*SFW* Fics are safe for the younger stays and will usually only have profanity listed as the main warning.

*MDNI* Fics are self explanatory and should not be interacted with unless you are 18+

Keep it cute or get blocked <3

Angst⛈️/🌩️; Fluff🧸; Smut/Suggestive🔥

FWB!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸⛈️🔥 (MDNI)

A late night text accidentally sent to one of the artist you’re working with leads to a half a year long agreement and Hyunjin wants more…

(fwb to lovers)(IdolxMusic Producer!Reader)

Before You Ruined My Outfit? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Han Jisung is your childhood best friend and his attempt at playing Cupid goes horribly wrong somehow thanks to Hyunjin…

Fix Your Face, Please! 🧸🌩️ (MDNI)

Hyunjin’s very vocal about how jealous & possessive he can get, and although it can get troublesome you find it kind of hot…

We Were On Break!! 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Your ex boyfriend, Hyunjin, has a hard time accepting the end of your relationship and is very persistent on getting back together…

Corporate Gang 🧸 (MDNI)

JYP Co. gets a new IT-Agent and you can’t help but gush about him to your favorite coworkers…

(Nerdy,shy!Hyunjin Series)

Take Your Friends Out ⛈️🧸 (pt.1 ) (MDNI)

Your boyfriend has stood you up 3x this month and you decide that you’re done with being second place. Of course he disagrees…

Don’t Say That To Me ⛈️ (pt 2.) (MDNI)

Months after you took Hyunjin back you have to face the tough reality of falling out of love with him and end things for good…

Stress Induced Fever 🧸 (SFW)

Your job has decided to transfer you to their USA branch for a year and Hyunjin is failing miserably at holding himself together before you leave…

Sad Nudes? 🧸 (MDNI)

You’ve had a shit day and Hyunjin tries his best to cheer you up thousands of miles away…

I Love You. Now Date Me! 🧸🌩️ (SFW)

Your bestfriend has been jokingly telling you he’s in love with you for years only for you to find out it’s not a joke…and oh yeah, he HATES your boyfriend…

Babe, I Broke It 🧸 (SFW)

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (soft bbyboy)…

I Really Like You, Like Romantically 🔥🧸(MDNI)

Your best friend asks you for an insane favor of helping him lose his virginity and discovers his feelings in the process…

I Will Win! Fighting!🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You and Hyunjin make a friendly bet to survive No Nut November and despite his persistent confidence on winning, he eventually gives in…

Emergency Contact ⛈️ (SFW)

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

Safe,Loved,& Accepted ⛈️ (SFW)

Bang Chan has been making light of the nasty comments you’ve been getting online until you are put in a sticky situation and he’s worried sick a thousand of miles away…

Have You Always Been This Hot?? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

Attempting to survive No Nut November with your best friend Chan brings forth feelings neither of you knew existed…and really good sex…

I Just Want To Help ⛈️ (SFW)

Your ex Hyunjin takes it upon himself to help you with financial difficulties after months of no contact, but he never expected you to fight him every step of the way…

Wanna See It Up Close? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You always jokingly try to convince your best friend to get laid and he jokingly tells you to take his virginity (except it’s not a joke)…

I Hate You. All Of You. 🌩️ (SFW)

A sneaky picture brings your relationship and trust crashing down and he refuses to let it all go over a stupid misunderstanding….

Keeping Secrets 🌩️ (SFW)

Felix’s antics leaves Hyunjin an over dramatic mess and it takes an entire week before he confronts you about the secret you’ve been hiding…

Is This A Trick Question? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

It’s not a secret that Hyunjin’s perusing you romantically, but despite returning his feelings your past relationship holds you back. Little did you know Hyunjin was just what you needed to try at love again…

Model!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸🔥(SFW/MDNI)

At the height of his career, Hwang Hyunjin goes down the road nearly every 24 year old with fame in the public eye does - sex, money, and rebellion. You accepted a job set up by his parents to get his reputation and career back on track, and you’ve known no peace since thanks to your very clingy (and unashamedly in love) client…

(ModelxAssistant!Reader)(grumpy gf,sunshine bf)

[thefandomcassandra]

Guess Who Gave Shadowheart Her Favorite Flower (Coz I Remembered) And Then Was Challenged To A 1v1 Duel Because La'ezel Didn't Know How To Handle Loving Me (As I Apparently Hit A Romance Threshold For Her), Only To Be Unable To Hurt Me Because She Loves Me So Now We're Exclusive?

Every Time You Complain About How Mean La'ezel And Shadowheart Are, I Become More Sapphic And Spitefully In Love With Them Both

[crescenthistory]

࣪💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour

𖤐 regulus black

(3.8k) Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel (💌🪧: mutual pining, reg and reader in denial about their feelings are called out by friends)

⤷ (4.8k) Part 2, Still Just Totally the Fifth and Sixth Wheel, You Guys (💌🪧: the triple date to hogsmeade, more pining and denial ensues) ⤷ (6.8k) Part 3, Okay Fine Maybe We're In Love! (💌: the culmination of their feelings paired with an eventful quidditch match)

(2.6k) You occupy my every thought (💌📬: reader just gets regulus and he is flabbergasted, sunshine x grumpy dynamic)

(3k) Are you falling asleep on me? (💌: you would rather spend a late night studying in the library with regulus than be without him; he is enamoured with you for it)

(5.7k) Professional Meddlers (🪧: the girls play matchmakers with you and regulus, some hurt/comfort if you squint)

(6k) Come Running (📬: regulus is the last to find out his girlfriend is injured, feat. found family with your shared friends and madam pomfrey)

⤷ blurb about rosekiller's reaction

(5.5k) And what will come of us then? (📬📭: regulus finds reader sobbing with magical ink on her hands and is forced to confront himself)

(3k) on the tip of my tongue (💌: regulus says "i love you" for the first time and reflects on what love has been for him over the years)

(2.5k) Amour (💌📜: domestic afternoon in your own flat, you enjoy it when regulus calls you amour and he loves that you love it)

cat!animagus!reader (aka the adventures of whiskers, feat. bsf!marauders)

⤷ (3k) Feline Touches (💌🪧: regulus knows exactly where to find you when you're hiding from the cold) ⤷ (2.4k) Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat (💌🪧: wolfstar neglect to wake you when you and reg fall asleep in cat form) ⤷ (2.4k) Padfoot vs. Whiskers (💌🪧: you and reg get revenge on sirius in cat form) ⤷ (1.7k) Where Padfoot Lays His Head (📬: whiskers comforts padfoot) ⤷ (1.3k) the furred shoulder (📬🪧: reader remains in animagus form when she has a petty fight with reg, he tries to get her back) ⤷ (1.8k) not sneeze proof (💌📬: reader keeps turning into whiskers when she sneezes) ⤷ (1.5k) sharing is caring (💌🪧: bsf!barty finds whiskers asleep in the library and brings her back to regulus, but not without demands) ⤷ (1.5k) fix you up (💌📬: regulus turns into shadow to comfort you when you get injured as whiskers)

drabbles:

(1.5k) let me see you (📜: reg is working on letting go and opening up to you; you're encouraging him)

(1.3k) he seeks a celebration (💌: suggestive, when slytherin wins the quidditch match, regulus just want to celebrate with you)

(1.3k) nothing matters but you (💌: cuddling the night before your birthday)

(1.3k) all things new (🪧💌: regulus begs his friends to be cool around you when you meet for the first time)

(2k) you could never hurt me (💌📬: soulmate au, regulus realises his potions deskmate is his soulmate and spirals)

(844) jasmine bath salts (💌: regulus draws you a bath after work)

(1.1k) waiting out the storm (📬: regulus is hiding in a coffee shop after the war; you come to find him)

headcanons:

☆ bonding with regulus over bugs

☆ regulus x sunshine!reader

☆ black!sister!reader and barty crouch jr.

features in:

poly!moonwater

(1.9k) What Now? (💌: your concerned boyfriends find you feeling poorly in the infirmary and dote on you)

(0.7k) hospital au (💌📬: muggle au, you accompany remus to a&e where your boyfriend works)

find more regulus in poly!bartlus in the slytherin skittles masterlist

[biteyoubiteme]

hehe i loved the beomjun!! meow ilysm for that. (yes same anon hiii)💫

so just like….what if…

taegyu thoughts.

(both nsfw and sfw:))

sfw/nsfw taegyu x reader thoughts

taehyun x reader x beomgyu

warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly, no mxm, oral (f!rec), choking (f!rec), fingering, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.4k

an: YAY i’m so glad you liked the beomjun x reader thoughts! and i’m so glad you came back to ask about taegyu bc their energy omg- I hope you like this one too!

[m.list] [1kevent m.list]

I think both of them lean into quality time and physical touch. The three of you could spend hours leaning back against the headboard of your bed, gyu strumming to his guitar, taehyun humming along. The two of them playing around with song ideas. The perfect soundtrack for your studying. beomgyu stealing your pens to show you how he can twirl them between his fingers. taehyun distracting you with a little magic trick, pen gone with the excuse of, “Well I guess you just have to do your work later,”

Both of them are heavy into napping and will curl up with you anywhere they can. taehyun wraps his whole body around yours, face always pressed into your neck. Beomgyu loves to fix your hair and will fall asleep petting/patting your head. 

The three of you are having arm wrestling competitions to choose who gets to pick dinner. It's a very biased way to decide but fun nonetheless. Taehyun never lets beomgyu win, beomgyu never lets you win, taehyun always lets you win. 

Lots of cheek kissing, if you give one of them a cheek kiss the other needs one. The second you pull away from taehyun, gyu is next to you with his finger pointing right where he wants you to place your lips. Linked arms with you in the middle when you're waiting in line for something. Both of them love to hold your hands. The three of you walking linked together when weaving through crowds. 

And the hand holding never stops. The best time is when you're sitting on taehyuns face, your knees digging into the mattress while gyu holds your hands. Long fingers laced with yours, the grin on his face showing off his teeth as he chuckles at every little reaction you have to taehyun sucking your clit. Loves to watch the way your eyes roll back, arms trembling as your grip tightens on his hands. beomgyu will keep you seated even after cumming, fingers around your neck as you grind down on taehyuns mouth, his humming approval going straight up your spine. 

“Going stupid over a little stimulation, I'm sure he's not even doing that well,” beomgyu will tease, “our whiny baby looks so pretty like this,” 

Both of them will argue over the right way to finger you. Tae is strictly pointer and middle finger, beomgyu middle and ring. Will go back and forth forever with you spread on the bed. Beomgyu will tug taehyuns hand from your cunt just to replace it with his own, “See, same reaction, but this way I can do this,” the heel of his palm pressed to your clit as he proves his point. They switch often not caring that you've cum three times already only about who actually got you there. “Two for me and only one for you i guess we know the winner,” 

“Fuck that, give me a second and she won't even be able to talk,”

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[moonstruckme]

Poly!marauders with a reader who has a hard time explaining (or expressing how she feels) thing??? Like, she knows what to say but she stumbles over her words a lot??

You dont gotta write this obviously, have an amazing day!!!!! <3

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! Hope you had an amazing day too :)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 784 words

You’re feeling a bit cramped. You’ve got your back to the couch’s armrest and your knees are pressed tight to your chest, feet all but tucked under you to avoid touching James’ thigh. Remus lounges casually on his other side, Sirius sprawled with his legs over the opposite armrest and his head in Remus’ lap. They all look perfectly laidback, spread out and limbs overlapping as they chat about the upcoming quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Meanwhile, you’re afraid to breathe too deeply lest you take up any more space. 

“They’ve been having a great season,” James says, but Sirius only scoffs.

“Yeah, but they’ll never work up the guts to play as dirty as Slytherin does,” he argues. “There’s no winning against them if you’re not willing to meet them where they are.” 

“We never have, and—here, love, that can’t be comfortable—” James takes you by the ankles, encouraging your legs to lie across his lap. You hold your breath, not daring to move a muscle but allowing him to maneuver you as he likes. “—and as long as I’m captain, we never will. We won against Slytherin fair-in-square this season, why can’t Hufflepuff?” 

“You’re delusional.” Sirius rolls his eyes, but then they catch on you interestedly. “Prongs, I think you’ve stupefied her.” 

James turns back to you, brown eyes warming with concern. “Sorry, lovely, I didn’t even ask before moving you. Are you comfy now?” 

You can feel your face igniting. This thing with them is so new, and you feel always on the brink of doing something that will spoil it. You don’t know what liberties to take, what to say or not say, whereas the boys seem relentlessly self-assured in every respect. You like having your legs spread across James, but part of you feels like you’re not allowed to like it. 

“Oh, yeah, um,” you stammer, “I’m good.” 

James looks unpersuaded. You don’t blame him; you haven’t done a great job of it. “Are you sure?” he asks. “We’re taking up more than our fair share of space, we can move over if you like.” 

You shake your head emphatically. 

Mirth sparks to life in Sirius’ eyes as he recognizes your state; it’s the beginning of his favorite game. “What is it, baby? Cat got your tongue?” 

“Pads,” Remus chastises, though his own countenance holds evidence of mild amusement, “leave her alone.” He turns his attention to you. “Does it make you uncomfortable when one of us touches you like that, dovey? It’s not a problem if it does, we can stop.” 

“No!” you exclaim, half-desperate. “I mean, it’s not not nice, I just didn’t…”

James strokes the skin of your ankle in a way that you’re sure is meant to be reassuring but only unnerves you further. “Didn’t what, sweetheart?” 

“I just—I—well, you know—”

“Not sure we do, sweet thing,” Sirius drawls. 

“I just—I don’t know,” you say, growing frustrated. “I’m not sure what the rules are, or the…what’re they called? The boundaries, or whatever. I’m not making any sense, sorry.” 

“No it’s alright, don’t apologize,” Remus says. “You’re saying that you weren’t sure if you could touch us, right?”

You nod mutely, wondering that the room hasn’t gone up in flames from the heat coming off your face. 

Remus nods in turn. “Right, well that’s understandable. None of us have bothered to check in with you, have we?” You’re unsure whether you’re supposed to answer, but Remus goes on, fixing you with a painfully kind look. “I don’t have any reservations about it, and I don’t think James or Sirius do either. Lads?” 

“None at all,” James agrees, and Sirius sends you a wink. 

“Touch me any way you like, dollface.” 

Remus gives you an exasperated look about that, but there’s a good heaping of fondness in it. Then his expression softens again. “What about you, sweetheart?”

You take a moment to fit the words into your mouth. “I’m good with that.” 

James makes a sound of teasing endearment, tugging you by the legs so you’re nearly in his lap and squeezing your knee affectionately. “Our shy girl. You know you can tell us these things, don’t you?” 

“I know,” you sigh, letting your head come to rest tentatively on his shoulder. “I just…I can’t always—it’s like my mouth won’t cooperate.” 

“Do you get nervous, honey?” Sirius wheedles, pouting when you try to use James’ form to hide from him. James chuckles, obliging you by setting a hand on your face, covering you from Sirius’ view. “Why would that be? Are we so scary?”

“Don’t torture her, Pads.” James strokes your cheekbone consolingly. “If she never talks to us about anything again, I’m blaming you completely.”

[poppinspops]

SO REAL, HE HAS TWO HANDS YALL!!!

“Festus Creed should be with Felix Ravinstill” “Festus Creed should be with Persephone Price” Festus Creed has two hands

[r3starttt]

OBLIVIATE | 02

ellabs x reader | series m.list | > 01 > 03

CW: modern!au. +18 content. poly relationship. POC friendly. ellabs x reader. | hate sex (AxE). thigh riding (E). hair pulling (E). fingering. edging. orgasm denial. mean Abby.

SUMMARY: Yearning for warmth and protection, you find yourself tangled in complicated relationships. Abby's charm wins your parents' favor, overshadowing everything else, while Ellie's struggle for independence clashes with your own expectations.

PRELUDE TO ECSTASY

Those portraits of women who have huge animals on their laps- your parents had several of them in their summer house. You always wondered if they were real; at seven years old, they seemed quite convincing.

They instilled in you a longing for the warmth that came with holding the weight of those beasts on your lap, a craving for the love and protection they symbolized. You imagined the comfort and guardianship they could provide, yearning to feel that unconditional affection, to be seen without fear, to not be bitten.

It was scary to see them when it was night and you had to walk from your room to the bathroom and vice versa. Yet, something within you reminded you that behind those eyes was no mere beast—they weren't real. Under the warm daylight steaming through the windows, your fear transformed into a desire for their presence, and perhaps that was your issue—logic.

It it was scary, even if it was only during nights, why couldn't you allow the fear within your childish brain.

In the bathroom you once shared with your cousins, there was a large mirror. It was funny to brush your teeth with them, making weird faces, playing with the loud water that ran down the sink. It was funny to look at yourself while your mother brushed your hair, or pretend you were disgusted whenever your dad came to kiss your mom and say goodnight to you.

You would look at your reflection during those nights, admiring your tidy hair now braided by your mother. Your eyes would naturally look at the door, imagining if maybe there was something behind it that you didn't see before you closed it.

Now it's only memories, a mirror no longer shared, barely used. A mirror that pictures you being held by heavy hands, a mirror that reflects the bruises on your neck drawn by hungry lips.

"Ellie's still sleeping" a voice brought you back to the present, the beginning. blonde hair appearing in your peripheral vision. The sunlight from the bathroom skylight gave it an ethereal glow. "I can still smell the alcohol," you said, your voice sharper than intended. Abby just laughed

-

One thing is certain: you didn't forget what you learnt during study session. Neither did Ellie, and well, Abby didn't have to do much.

Blabber over blabber praised by their tongues, their wet lips on your body. If you somehow forgot a term, a name, a date, they had you waiting, forcing you to study again and see- hear them instead.

Ellie's tattoo on full display, hugging the warmth of Abby's flesh, right in front of you. Hungry tongues dancing against each other, soft and quiet whines brushing Abby's lips.

Perhaps there is truth in the saying that discipline and determination pay off, and that studying with others enhance your efficiency.

After great notes and a few self made parties to celebrate, you had only one request to make before Abby graduated.

"My parents have this religious summer vacation routine... I uhm- I'd really like to spend more time together before you leave." Her fingers intertwined with yours, ocean-blue eyes fixed on your puppy-like gaze. With a soft nod, she made you feel secure, safe, and tranquil.

"Yeah?" red puffy lips pressing against yours for what felt like the millionth time that hour. "Sure, why not? It'll be fun." she inquired.

You wondered if you should have ignored how your body reacted to her, if things would have ended differently had you not been blinded by your parents' respect and collage girl's admiration.

If maybe avoiding drinking on the first day Ellie met your parents would have revealed the truth before you gave in temptation.

-

"Hey, gotta get ready, yeah?" careful fingers brushed the auburn messy hair of an unconscious Ellie laying on your childhood bed. Groans and mumbles escaped from her lips, weak eyes being hit by the sun that entered with no warning through the room's windows.

"Abby" the stern of your tone elicting a weak laugh from her, whose hands shifted from the courtains to the bed you've shared with the auburn. Her eyes fixated on Ellies body too, half covered by a white blanket.

"Wanna marry her and can't even make it to have breakfast with her parents" Abbys muscles embraced William's hips over the blanket. "Fuck off Abigail" You slapped the hand in front of Ellie's sleepy face, her palm joilting at it.

Ellie stirred, pushing Abby's body off as she sat up in bed, her eyes flickering open. She looked at your still-pajama-clad body, confused. Her eyes glanced to Abby's. "The fuck are you so mad about, I thought you were dressed already"

Her sock-covered feet hitting the cold floor with each weak mad step as she headed to the shared bathroom.

"Don't even have shit to put on" muffled vocals hitting your ears the moment you stepped in the bathroom too. Hazel eyes glancing back at your reflection. "Dress however you feel more comfortable and... yeah. It'll be fine, promise" nails digged at your clavicle, walking across the bathroom to meet the hall that leaded to Abby's room, to change into more suitable clothes.

Ellie walked back to the room, toothbrush being held by her lips. Her eyes met Abby's.

"You make me look like a fucking loser" Anderson's body straightened to sit on the bed, her elbows resting on her knees as she spoke through her eyes. "You are one" she retorted, almost receiving a slap on the face by a towel on Ellie's hand "I don't wanna marry her"

-

"God, look at these beautiful young ladies," your mother's sharp voice pierced the air, making you almost want to cover your ears. She planted kisses on Abby's and Ellie's cheeks, her eyes scanning them up and down. Your father, much quieter, greeted them both with a nod.

Abby took it all in stride, reminding you of the first day you met her. Ellie, however, seemed uncomfortable with your mother's loudness and constant scrutiny. You stood behind your mom, making small gestures to calm her down and ease her discomfort.

it was evident who your parents favored. Your mother immediately asked Abby to sit beside her, leaving you to find a seat elsewhere. Despite the sting of this obvious preference, you found solace in Ellie's hands resting gently on your thighs and knees throughout the long, tedious hour. You were expected to sit there, look presentable, and talk about your long nights of drinking before classes as if they were accomplishments.

No matter what you said, the conversation inevitably shifted back to Abby and her magnetic presence. "Anderson," your dad mumbled, looking to your mother for any hint of approval before attempting to speak. "Did your father—" he began, but Abby cut him off. "You knew him?" she asked, instantly brightening the room. Your dad's face lit up as he heard Abby's father's name. "He was... admirable, always so responsible. He must be proud of you."

The scene before you, the warmth and approval you had longed for, was now lavished on a blonde girl who embodied everything your parents claimed to disdain—the epitome of the perfect, responsible rich.

The irony was almost too much to bear, yet you reminded yourself that this was exactly why you wanted her, despite the pain.

"Is that so? I remember you—" you started, but your mother cut you off with a sharp look that spoke volumes. "Don't say nonsense," she snapped. Your father gently murmured your name, a quiet plea for you to behave.

"You're identical to him," your dad continued, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. Abby's voice filled the silence, her grateful and flawless demeanor captivating everyone.

Ellie, on the other hand, focused on her food, her hazel eyes occasionally meeting yours with a subtle smile. Her demeanor remained unreadable until your mother finally acknowledged her. "Ellie, what about your family?" she asked. "We've heard you're quite smart. You also have a band, don't you?" your dad added, trying to ease the tension.

Ellie brushed off their questions with a dismissive "Nothing serious," before answering the barrage of inquiries about boyfriends, families, and finances—anything superficial that your mother could use to critique her or Abby, or both.

Your earlier words echoed in your mind: "Don't take it personally." This was the price of having people serve you warm eggs, fresh orange juice, and the most exquisite bread you had ever tasted.

-

The sun's warmth enveloped your bare back, a towel beneath you, your head resting on your crossed arms, and your chin nestled in your hands. Ellie lay beside you, her thumb incessantly scrolling through her phone, the sound loud and persistent.

You could hear Abby's lively conversation with your parents, despite the distance. Though you couldn’t see them, your mother's laughter and Ellie's focused eyes indicated that everyone was enjoying themselves.

"Is she always like this?" William's voice cut through, perhaps more sharply than intended. The loud thud of Ellie's phone landing on the grass beneath your sunbeds followed her words. "Yeah... they're born and raised rich, y'know?"

Ellie mimicked your position, her freckled face and reddened cheeks resting on her arms. She seemed hesitant, her tongue flicking across her lips before speaking. "I know what it's like... to beg for everything?"

You frowned at her comment. "What?" It might have been obvious that you weren’t the most cherished child, and maybe she sensed you sought your parents' approval to stave off loneliness. But begging? You didn’t beg. You planned and made things work.

"Your parents... I saw you looking at Abby earlier," Ellie said with a sheepish smile, her cheeks pressing against her arm, making her lips look puffy. "Hey, it's okay. I hate her too." you could tell she'd intended to make it hurt less.

You playfully shushed her with an outstretched arm. "I don't hate her." You shook your head slightly and adjusted yourself for a better view of her.

"Yeah, well your eyes said something else," she teased, the warmth between your bodies giving way to a silence filled only with birds chirping and distant chatter.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to gaze at the pool, where sunrays glinted off the water and leaves drifted lazily. "Why did you say that? Begging for everything?" you murmured, your voice muffled by your chin pressed against your arms.

"I- uhm" she paused a bit "Abby's helping me with money," Ellie admitted, her messy bun bobbing hesitantly to look at you, cherry cheeks shining on your direction. "Sometimes it feels like she enjoys it, like it makes her feel humble."

A simple hum of agreement seemed sufficient, but you felt the need to say more. "Well, my parents would be more than glad to help... if necessary."

Ellie had grown closer to you than she anticipated, seeing herself in you in ways Abby never could. Before her, she was just like you. And hearing that had stung her, made her physically weak.

Sometimes she wondered if being friends with Abby had brought her problems—the greed, the endless desire for more, the physical need for more, the hunger to prove herself.

You were the only relationship she believed could flourish without needing anything more than mutual attention. But when she saw who you were under your parents' eyes, things changed for her.

When Abby first pointed you out, Ellie hoped for another chance to meet you. If given the chance to start over, she would take it. Abby would leave soon, and she refused to be left alone with the life built for her. Meeting you at the library erased that fear. Even though you needed both Abby and her, Ellie knew she couldn't offer you the world, which maybe is and will always be what you need.

Coming here felt like voicing an uncomfortable truth aloud. You know it could cause problems, so you swallow the feelings until someone forces you to spit them out, and then the humiliation and messiness spills out with the words. And it's disgusting.

"That's the fucking problem," Ellie muttered.

Your gaze followed her as she hurriedly gathered her shirt and phone, her movements urgent and tense. Seated on the sunbed, you shielded your eyes from the glaring sun with one hand. You knew that any attempt to argue, reason, or even touch her would be futile, so you let her go, confident that you’d see her again eventually.

Abby grabbed her shoulders, her brow furrowing as she took in the sight of the auburn-haired girl’s distressed face. Her eyes flicked over to you and then back to her until Ellie pushed her away.

You shifted on the sunbed, crossing your legs and letting your arms dangle loosely over the sides, your hands lightly slapping against your thighs. You waited for Abby to approach.

"Why's she mad? What did you do?" Abby's voice sounded genuinely concerned, though her tone had a nonchalant, even mocking edge.

"Nothing," you murmured.

Abby removed her shirt and tossed it onto the sunbed Ellie had vacated moments ago. "What did she say?" you asked, referring to your mother, as you glanced back at Abby struggling with her shoes.

"Uh, nothing," she groaned, settling onto the unused sunbed. "Something about her being hot when she was younger and successful and whatever." You furrowed your brows, a weak smile playing on your lips in confusion. "Bet you've heard it a lot."

"So, she was actually serious. She wants to meet my dad, that's all," you nodded, quietly lying back before Abby stopped you with a click of her tongue.

She extended her hand towards you, tilting her head towards the pool. With a reluctant look, you moved towards her and took her hand, standing up.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" Abby’s hands rested on your hips, the warmth of the water surrounding your bodies comfortably as the sun began to lose its intensity.

"I offered to help with the money but—" Abby cut you off, taking your hands and guiding you as she swam beneath a tree, the shade allowing her to see your troubled face more clearly.

"I'll talk to her later, yeah? It'll pass," you shook your head.

Ellie wasn’t known for her patience, but she had her reasons for being upset. You had noticed that she was generally tolerant when it came to Abby, but her vulnerability increased when others were involved.

"Hey, I mean it," Abby interrupted your thoughts again. "You know she doesn’t like help"

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You couldn’t help but steal a glance through the window, curiosity piquing as you crept closer to the wall, the tall grass scratching at your legs.

The curtain covered most of the room, allowing only the smallest glimpse inside.

Their voices were audible, they had locked themselves in a few minutes ago. However the sudden quietness was unsettling.

You knew they wouldn't resort to physical violence, at least not to the extent of actually hurting each other. But with a few weeks left until the end of summer, you desperately needed them to get along.

The thought of your parents mocking you for inviting problematic strangers into their home was unbearable. Being stuck with them in the middle of nowhere for the next few weeks was even worse.

"I guess you're right. We've done more than we should've" Abby's voice cut through the silence as the couch creaked beneath her shifting weight. She smoothed her shirt, her hands tracing down her sides to rest in the pockets of her shorts. "You're on your own after this."

From your limited perspective, you could only glimpse Ellie's legs, clad in baggy jeans that trembled with the rhythm of her incessantly tapping foot. Abby's voice, soft but stern, cut through the tension, "I don't want to see you again," she repeated, each shaky step bringing her closer to the door.

Ellie stood abruptly, closing the distance between them. The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating.

"You're not leaving," Ellie declared, her head shaking in denial. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, tracing invisible patterns on her palms. Though her voice wavered, betraying her anger and hurt.

"I'm not doing this," Abby retorted. Ellie's hands quickly latched onto Abby's, gripping with a force that promised bruises. "No, no, I'm not doing this. I'm not going to fight you," Abby insisted, her hands weakly attempting to push Ellie away.

"Yes, you will." Books cascaded off the bookshelf as Abby's body collided with it, eliciting a pained hiss. Abby’s fingers found Ellie's short auburn hair, tugging with palpable frustration. "Motherfucker," Ellie spat back.

Their breaths mingled, heavy and hot, each exhale hitting the other's face. Their expressions were a mix of frowns and quivering lips, their grips weakening with each passing second. Their eyes flickered with a mix of hate, pain, and regret.

Abby braced herself for cutting words or another bruising touch, but it didn't come, not how she expected.

Ellie's lips brushed against Abby's, a contact filled with irritation and even disgust. And then it hit them, the realization that, despite any mutual hatred, they were irresistibly drawn to each other.

Their bond was unavoidable—an intense mix of purity and violence that kept them intertwined in most intimate ways. A bond you had messed.

Abby’s fingers yanked Ellie's hair again in frustration. Ellie's lips, still connected by a trail of saliva, sought more, but the tight grip on her hair kept her at bay.

You could barely see, a sense of wrongness, shock and a morbid fascination rooting you to the spot you've been standing on for a few minutes now.

It was loud and messy. Abby's hands and body guiding Ellie who could only moan and groan in response. Sitting on a couch almost for you to see, which you didn't giving hurried steps against the grass to lead yourself to the back of the house and search for your parents.

Ellie's tattoo hiding underneath Abby's clothes, calloused fingers savoring every muscle, every inch of skin. Legs intertwined, Abby's hands gripping and slapping William's ass. "Fucking grind on 'em" she ordered.

And Ellie didn't hesitate. her proud getting hurt at each whimper she pressed against Abby's flesh, leaving open mouthed kisses. saliva wetting Abby's neck, jaw and chin.

Anderson's fingers gripping at Ellie's ass, guiding each movement on her own lap. thumb gripping the back belt loops of the auburn's jeans.

"Look at you..." Abby mocked Ellie’s current state. Half-lided eyes, mad and pained looking straight at her, flushed cheeks and plump lips letting out quiet groans. her hands making circles along the fat of Ellie's ass, leading her up her thigh, then down her knee. Ellie let out small whimpers, already pooling Abby's leg, clenching at the emptiness.

Abby bounced her leg. the vibrations hitting Ellie's already wet pussy. "What would she say if she saw this? mhm? if she really knew?" Ellie shocked her head, the humiliation blinding the pleasure briefly. "No?" Abby laughed. The plush of Ellie's thighs harshly gripped by Abby's fingers.

Abby leaned closer, her hands cupping Ellie's face, slowly moving behind her neck.

"Fucking slut you are Williams" she murmured. Her fingers now gripping at Ellie's hair once again. "Fuck- I'm sorry!" Ellie hissed, the grip on her hair tightening at her apologize.

"Shut up" She purposely lifted her leg again, bouncing it just to feel her knee against Ellie's cunt, eliciting a silent plead.

"Told you to shut up" Abby hissed. her hands leaving the auburn's ass, slapping it just a few seconds later. pleasure and pain starting to mix just right near Ellie's cunt.

Anderson's fingers trapped ellies cheeks. a tight grip on her hair to pull her face back so she could take a proper look of it. Puffy lips on a forced pout, eyebrows furrowed and nose slightky srunched.

She let go of Ellie's hair. Hands running hungrily to the zipper of her jeans, making enough space for her hand to fit in. "You make a fucking sound and I leave"

The moment Abby's fingers touched Ellie's puffy clit, all that annoyance she'd been kipping on her transformed into weakness, a disgusting need for being seen and touched by Abby.

William's lips giving Abby the privilege of hearing her quiet agitated breathing, whines and pleads over and over again.

"So wet mhm? Like it when I do that?" Abby mocked. her fingers rubbing painfully slow circles over Ellie's clit. legs open enough so the callouses of her hands could rub against her clit and eventually down her clothet folds.

The wet in Ellie's hole spreading all over boxers. Abby's leg bouncing felt like hell, yet she couldn't help but rub herself on it, riding the blonde's fingers.

Calloused digits moving underneath the auburn's boxers, hand lingering on the mound of her pussy, cupping it. Ellie's drool escaping her pressed lips, covering Abby's hand each second that went by.

Abby took her time, scissoring Ellie's folds, feeling the wet mess she'd made on her.

Eventually feeding her ego at each thrust. sticky arousal connecting her hand to Ellie's cunt, hitting and rubbing her clit coincidentally.

"like that? yeah?," Ellie didn't bother in letting out more than muffled whines against her hand. "you're so wet, aren't you ashamed?" Her mocking replied by Ellie's fingers toying with the hem of Abby's shirt.

Until Abby stopped, abruptly. "You wanted this" she hissed, her hands smoothly leaving William's body. "And I'll make sure she knows"

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[windybluebelles]

Bruce Wayne ships I like and why:

(P.S this is all silly and idrc if you disagree xoxo💋)

Bruce x Clark Kent

Superbat is awesome

Bruce x Oliver Queen

Child hood friends (they can also be Poly with Dinah, I don’t judge 🙌 we love Dinah in this household)

Bruce x Harvey Dent

Heartbreaking

Bruce x Diana Prince

He bottoms

Bruce x Hal Jordon

They hate eachother???? They’d be each others Work Wife

Bruce x Talia al Ghul

They train together and love eachother vry much, prolly kinda toxic and they’re both convinced that they can fix eachother. Talia will in fact be an amazing mother to all of his kids… except Dick. They both (mostly jokingly) hate eachother

Bruce x Minhkhoa Khan

They are so ‘Reluctant Allies to Lovers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers again’ who never actually really hated eachother but both had so many of their own issues to figure out that it didn’t work at first. They have so many conflicting morals and history that they really have to discuss. They kiss it’s sexy

Bruce x Selina Kyle

??? It’s Bruce x Selina??? Seen I explain more????

Bruce x Arthur Curry

Because that’s so fucking funny??? Oh my God????

Bruce x J’onn J’onzz

They both have autistic swag

Bruce x the entire justice league

Minus like, the actual children. Poly justice league for the win

Bruce x Nick and Nora Bromfield

Because then he can parent the Batsons without disrespecting them. Fuck some of you guys who shame my girl Mary’s beautiful loving parents

Bruce x Lex Luthor

…Sorry? I don’t think they could be in any sort of long term relationship and I want them to be extremely awkward around eachother. They both respect eachother and kinda get along as people, they can just never look eachother in the eye without being filled with great embarrassment, the only person atleast partially exempt from the Brucie persona while in public simply because Bruce would rather put a gun to his head than ever flirt with Lex again.

Bruce x Lois Lane

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As you can tell, I always have amazing reasoning for my opinions I you all clearly agree with everything I have just said /j

The vast majority of these can and should be made polyamorous but I’m not gonna get into that

[anyca786]

"I WANT YOU BOTH"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly!(smut warning, p in v, fingering, face riding etc)

Series

The wind whipped through Daenys' hair as she soared through the sky atop Nyx, the majestic black dragon. Below her, the landscape of Pentos stretched out like a patchwork quilt, its colours a vibrant tapestry of green and gold.

Beside her, Laena rode Vaghar, the largest dragon, her laughter carried on the wind. The two young princesses had always shared a special bond, their adventurous spirits and rebellious natures drawing them together.

"Race you to home!" Laena shouted, her voice filled with excitement.

"You're on!" Daenys replied, urging Nyx forward.

The dragons ascended, their wings beating the air with powerful strokes. They raced across the sky, their scales glinting in the sunlight. Daenys could feel the exhilaration coursing through her veins as Nyx soared higher and higher.

"I'm winning!" Laena shouted, her voice filled with triumph.

But Daenys was not about to give up. She urged Nyx on, her determination fueling the dragon's flight. They closed the gap between them, their wings brushing against each other as they soared side by side.

"Not fair!" Laena protested, her laughter ringing out.

"It's not fair if you don't try harder," Daenys retorted, her own laughter joining Laena's.

They flew for hours, their joy unbounded. They explored the horizon and chased flocks of seabirds. The world was theirs for the taking, and they were determined to make the most of it.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the land, Daenys and Laena decided it was time to return.

"That was amazing," Laena said, her voice filled with wonder.

"It was," Daenys agreed. "The best day ever."

They landed in the Dragonpit. Daenys and Laena knew that their friendship would last a lifetime. They were bound by a bond that transcended words, norms, or customs.

Now, as she stood at Laena's funeral, the weight of her loss settled heavily upon her. A single tear escaped her eye as she watched Laena's casket being lowered into the ground. People gathered around, their faces etched with sadness. Daemon was nowhere to be seen.

Alicent Hightower, with Ser Criston beside her, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and contempt, observed Daenys from across the crowd. Daenys met her gaze, offering a sad smile.

Daenys continued her search, her eyes finally landing on Daemon. He stood alone at one side of the terrace, his gaze fixed on the horizon. She walked towards him, her heart aching. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft as if she was asking that to herself.

Daemon turned to face her, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. He just nodded slowly.

Daenys gave him a small hug, and Daemon placed a comforting kiss on her temple. From the corner of her eye, she saw Rhaenys. "I'll be back," she told Daemon and went to Rhaenys, who was crying on her husband's arms.

Daenys approached Rhaenys, then she enveloped her into a hug, her eyes filled with tears. "Laena may not be with us anymore, but she still lives on," she said, her voice trembling. "Baela and Rhaena are all that is left of her, and they need us now more than ever."

Rhaenys nodded. Daenys heart ached for the girls. She had always considered them her own, and she knew they would need her support now more than ever.

On a nearby bench, Baela and Rhaena sat with a young boy, Jace Velaryon, the eldest son of Rhaenyra and Laenor. The boy was trying his best to cheer up the girls, who were still mourning their mother's loss.

"I see that they're getting along quickly," a voice said behind her. Daenys turned to see Rhaenyra, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Rhaenyra?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Rhaenyra approached her, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "Daenys," she said softly, her voice filled with longing.

Daenys felt a wave of emotion wash over her. Ten years had passed since she had last seen Rhaenyra, and the distance between them had grown insurmountable, yet there was still hope in their eyes.

"I see that you are well," Rhaenyra said, her voice filled with a hint of wistfulness. "And the children seem to be getting along."

Daenys nodded, her eyes fixed on the children. She was grateful to see that they were finding solace in each other's company. Then Daenys mournfully stared at the wooden coffin and understood that once it fell into the sea, she'd be gone forever.

"She did not deserve this.' Rhaenyra sighed, eyes a bit red from last night. She had cried to sleep mourning over Laena and Ser Harwin.

"Laena wouldn't want us to be sad forever. She was always such a happy girl," Daenys let out a sad laugh.

Rhaenyra leaned forward, closing the gap, "I-" Daenys tried to speak, but before anything could, someone announced that Laena's funeral was about to begin.

Daemon was observing them from afar.

🥀

"We join today at the seat of the sea," Vaemond Velaryon began as Laena's coffin was about to set free in the sea.

"To commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon, as she sets to the sea for her final voyage," he continues. Daenys head hung low as she stood beside Daemon.

"To eternal waters, the domination of the merling king..."

Daemon heart ached hearing the sobs of Daenys. As he looked towards Rhaenyra, he knew she felt the same.

"The Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother won't return from her voyage, they will all remain together in blood," Vaemond continues.

"Salt courses through Velaryon blood," he eyed towards Rhaenyra and her sons bitterly, which did not go unnoticed by Daemon and Daenys.

"Ours runs thick, ours runs true, and ours must never thin," Some people started staring at Rhaenyra and her sons.

Daemon let's out a chuckle at this, and Daenys knew him to well to know that he did that to divert everyone's attention from Rhaenyra and her sons.

As the coffin gets set free in the sea, Vaemond continues, "My gentle niece, May the winds be as strong as your back , your seas as calm as your spirit, and your net be full as your heart"

Daenys raised her head after wiping a few tears, she saw Laenor totally broken, " From the sea we came, to the sea we shall return,"

Then they finally drop Laena's coffin to the sea.

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The ceremony would have been more beautiful if it wasn't for the way Vaemond used it as an opportunity to taunt Rhaenyra and her sons.

Daemon and Daenys stood afar from others in the corner of the terrace together. Rhaenyra's eyes scanned them as Daenys held his hand for comfort. She felt a tinged of jealousy seeing them together, together without her.

Viserys saw his siblings at walked towards them, "You're girls are the very image of their mother. A comfort and an anguish, as I well remember," he said.

Viserys then looks at Daenys, tears in his eyes seeing her all grown up, a caring motherly figure to Daemon's daughter. A strong woman, "I'm so proud of you, I missed your presence dearly...and no doubt Rhaenyra has as well. She may not show it." He said,"But she cares"

Daenys eyes met Rhaenyra's on the other side of the crowd, she offered her a small smile which was returned instantly.

"The God's can be cruel Daemon," Viserys said.

"Seems like they have been specially cruel to you," Daemon replied. "Yes" Viserys replied with sadness in his voice.

Daenys stared at her brother's face. His health has deteriorated badly over the years.

"You both should return to King's Landing. It's time that you came home," Viserys said hopefully.

"Pentos is our home," Daenys replied, "And that of our children,"

"Daenys, Daemon." Viserys pressed, "I know that we have had our differences, but let them pass with the years. There is a place for you in my court that something you should need,"

"I need nothing," Daemon said, gritting his teeth as he walked away from Viserys.

Rhaenyra watched the whole interaction and followed Daemon were he went.

"I should go back to the children," Daenys said, awkwardly leaving Viserys alone.

🥀

The wind whipped Daenys' hair as she stood at the edge of the beach, her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. The sky was darkening, casting long shadows across the sand. The salty air filled her lungs, a familiar and comforting scent.

Lost in her thoughts, Daenys was startled by the sound of voices approaching. She turned to see Daemon and Rhaenyra walking towards her, their conversation punctuated by heated exchanges.

"I have been alone, you both have abundant me," Rhaenyra complained as Daenys walked towards the couple.

"We- I spared you," Daemon said, "You were a child,"

"Yes," Rhaenyra said, "Yes, I was a child, and look at what my life had became without you," she said to them.

"Droll tragedy," she scoffed, Daenys tried to grab her hand, but she walked away, but not before Daemon could grab her arm aggressively, "Oh and I wonder what you think of ours in comparison," He said.

"I know little of it," she said, "Did you love her?" She asked them, as she tenderly cupped Daenys face with both hands while Daenys voluntarily held her waist and looked at her wide-eyed and in question.

"We were happy enough," Daenys replied her voice soft.

"Well, that itself is a great achievement," Rhaenyra said as Daenys hung her head low, "We've been apart long enough. You and I," she then turns to Daemon, "We are meant to be together,"

They all stood in silence for a moment, and Daemon stared at Rhaenyra. Even though his heart had always firmly belonged to Daenys, he still had a special place for Rhaenyra in it.

Rhaenyra leans forward towards Daenys, "Rhaenyra," Daenys said, her voice shaky. Rhaenyra moved forward and took her lips feverishly, tasting the familiar berry taste she had longed for many years since their night in the Brothel and in her bed chambers.

Daenys let out a noise of surprise, and her eyes tiredly shut and kissed her back, her hands roaming up and down her body, not breaking the heated kiss. Rhaenyra then looked towards Daemon, "I'm no longer a child," she said as she kissed him as well, passionately.

"I want you," she said. "I want you both"

🥀

They both watch hungrily as Rhaenyra reached behind and unclasp her dress. It falls to the sandy ground.

"Rhaenyra," Daemon said in a low voice, cutting through the silence. "Come here,"

She did. She walked over to him. Daemon and Rhaenyra were settled in the small area under a wrecked ship remains. He takes Daenys in his lap, "Tonight, we're going to give you everything you want," he murmurs, gripping her thigh, "And more."

Daenys glance at them. "We?" She asked, almost hopefully.

Rhaenyra nods and kisses her gently, "If that is what you want," she said in a low voice and started undressing her sea blue gown. Small lightning bolts shoots up her thighs that go straight to her core and set it alight.

"Yes, " she whispered.

"You will have to do better than that," Daemon said. He cups her face and then kisses her bare shoulders.

"I want it." Daenys said. That made him smile.

Daenys's eyes flutter shut as Rhaenyra presses her lips to her neck, and Daemon's hand tightens on her thigh in response to her whimpers. Both of them caress up and down her legs, and her body and small whimpers escape her mouth.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted you to be mine," Rhaenyra said.

Daenys lean into Daemon. His lips are soft and warm against her mouth, sending goosebumps across her skin as Rhaenyra's hands roam higher. Wetness pools between her thighs. Breaking the kiss from Daemon, she arched her back against Rhaenyra, barely remembering to breathe.

Daenys guided Rhaenyra's hand between her legs, pausing at the barrier of her delicate undercloth. Rhaenyra groans deeply into her ear, and tingles erupt all over her body.

Daenys's mouth drops open as Rhaenyra starts stroking her through the thin fabric of her undercloth. She clenched in response, whimpering. Rhaenyra's fingers find her clit through the fabric. But before she could barely let out a gasp, she grasps her undercloth and rips it free.

Daemon's hand finds her throat, forcing her to look at him as their niece's hand spreads her wide, and then finds her clit once more.

'Look how good it feels," Rhaenyra said. "You've been keeping this all to yourself, uncle?"

'Can't fucking blame me," Daemon answers as he takes Daenys' nipple between his fingers, tugging and playing with it.

Daenys quivered in Daemon's lap. It was like she was already getting off from the excitement alone. Desperate, she hook her thumbs beneath Daemon's pants. She frees his hard cock and wrapped her hand around him, before taking the rest of him in her mouth.

For every flick Rhaenyra gives against Daenys's clit, she pulled back on Daemon's cock. He nestles a hand in her hair and groans, leaning back as his sister takes him.

A drop of precum leaks onto her tongue, and she glances up at him beneath my eyelashes with a flirty smile that soon turned into a frown as Rhaenyra stops playing with her clit. Daenys released a frustrated whine.

"Shh-It's alright, my love," Daemon hushes her. "She's not going to stop." Rhaenyra finger thrusts inside of her. Daenys's walls were already tightening around her long fingers fucking her, and then she pulls out and adds another, Daenys couldn't help but moan loudly, squirming against her touch, still sucking on Daemon's cock until she can't take him any longer.

Her hips buck as she grinds against Rhaenyra's hand. Daemon pulled himself free. Daenys's brows draw together as she glanced up at him, eyes struggling to focus.

"Come for us," he says, pumping his cock with his hand. Daenys leans her head back against Rhaenyra, who fasten her pace with her long fingers.

Orgasm claimed her so intensely that it almost made her cry. But Rhaenyra is not finished. And neither is Daemon.

Still trembling from pleasure, Daenys saw Daemon laying Rhaenyra down next to her. Hunger filled Daenys's eyes.

"Sit on my face," Rhaenyra asked boldly.

Daenys positions her clit aligned to her mouth. She moans when Rhaenyra places soft kisses on her lips below.

Daemon looked at Daenys, as if asking her permission.

"You fuck her," Daenys said. "She was such a good girl pleasing me, so well."

Daemon positions himself to Rhaenyra's entrance and without any warning thrusts inside of her, making Rhaenyra a whimpering mess. Rhaenyra continues to lick and suck Daenys clit as she rides her face and massages her breast.

'She's a good girl,' Daemon praises Rhaenyra, gripping her hips tightly. "Aren't you?"

"Such a fucking good girl," Daenys groaned as Rhaenyra worked with her tongue. Orgasm hits them all, as Daenys comes once more, straight into Rhaenyra's face.

Daemon pulls out of Rhaenyra. He stand up and places his cock in front of Daenys face, "Open," he ordered. Daenys complied and opens her mouth as he shoots cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed it down.

Daenys carefully gets off Rhaenyra face and lays beside her, her eyelids heavy. Rhaenyra wrapped her arm around her bare body as Daemon tucked a few wet strangs of her hair behind her ear. Soon, sleep claimed her, not before hearing

"I love you, Daenys,"

A/N: Okay, not the best smut. I tried. Please forgive me😓