#polyreaders

[kaggsy59]

"These irresistible fragments..." #clivejames #reliableessays

As is probably clear from my reading matter, I do love a good essay; and I was recently fortunate enough to receive a review copy of a collection of Montaigne’s essays, which I’ll be covering for Shiny New Books. However, I don’t always want to read straight through a collection like this, and so had a rummage on the TBR to see what I could polyread alongside it. My eye was caught by a book which…

[flaviathebibliophile]

Where my fellow poly readers at?! 📚✨ I saw @acouplereads use that term in a post and it’s so perfect hahaha. I’m usually reading more than one book at a time! I try not to have 2 or the same genre unless they’re different enough for me to keep from mixing them up, hehe. 📖📖🤷🏼‍♀️📖📖 I never really thought about it but I do think I have a set limit of no more than 6 at a time because I’ll get stressed, but I’ve probably gone over that limit before hahaha. Do you have a limit? [Image Description: A photograph of a stack of books (a Kindle reader on top, followed by Accidentally Engaged, The Ravens, The Project, The Name of the Wind, and Outlawed) and an open laptop on a gray couch with red-orange and yellow cushions, a yellow faux fur throw, and a monsters plant in the background. End description.] #CurrentlyReading #StackOfBooks #PileOfBooks #BookPile #BookStack #CurrentlyReadingStack #PolyReader #PolyReaders #PolyReadersUnite #BooksOnCouch #BooksAndLaptop #YellowAccents #CanadianBlogger #canadianinstagrammers (at Waterloo, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLsPIIQgjXo/?igshid=xrwbncruxqh8

[gogo-karasuno]

could I possibly get kuroo/reader/tsukki? specifically like after graduation where they all live together 👉👈

KuroTsukiReader

Good luck on not wanting to pull your hair out sometimes because they rile each other up for fun.

Kuroo is the person most consistently able to get Tsukki to eat whatever he makes. Tsukki is totally a picky eater.

The two of you make Kuroo sleep on an end because of his pillow habit that creates his bedhead. No one wants to get accidentally suffocated.

You end up with a cat and a dog because Kuroo is a dog person and Tsukki is a cat person. The dog is a bitchy little thing that clings to Tsukki and the cat acts more like a dog while hanging off Kuroo.

You have customized playlists from Tsukki. He updates them at least twice a month too.

[alwaysbookd-blog]

August 2017 shall forever be know as the month I spend with (a) King! . I'm still quite shocked that besides all my rereads, I only read Stephen King/Dark Tower books. (this #polyreader was struggling, that's for sure). . The pretty ladies on the left were all audiobook rereads (all highly recommended btw) and I'm so glad I finally started rereading The Lynburn series. JARED, MY PRECIOUS BOY. after a too long wait I also got my finished copy of EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE, which I immediately had to reread and loved even more than the first time. No one is surprised. . What was the best book you read in August?

[anamericansinger]

everyone freaks out when i tell them i’m an avid polyreader. So let’s take a poll - do you read multiple books at a time or only one at a time?

[melodymishahiddlestan]

THANK YOU I NEED MORE STEDDIE/PolyReader thanks 🥰🥰🥰

Better Than Nine to Five

hi guys i wrote this quite a while ago!! i had trouble with the beginning but, like with most things i write, the words started coming as soon as the characters started coming (get it?? get it cause like cum) but ANYWAY pls enjoy the poly!steddie content!!

Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson, established poly, dp in one hole, brief use of sex toys, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv

Steve can barely ever get off work these days. He hasn’t been as fortunate in the job market as you or Eddie; the both of you have pretty strict 9 to 5 jobs, able to sit and relax after a day at work, knowing what your schedule will be the next week, and the week after that. Steve’s schedule, at best, is random and wildly inconvenient, working late shifts almost every night and waking up the next day with you and Eddie already gone to work, alone in your shared bed.

He hates it, you and Eddie know he does, but he puts up with it, wanting to help all of you save up for a house, a pretty one that’s the exact opposite of the run-down, shitty apartment that you all live in.

You and Eddie also know, however, that Steve needs a chance to fucking relax for once. And if there’s anything you both know how to do, it’s how to make your sweet, loving Stevie let out some steam.

It’s Eddie who calls Keith and tells him to let Steve out early for the day. “He needs tomorrow off too,” Eddie says, twisting his finger around the phone cord.

“No fucking way, Munson. I’m already doing a favor for him by letting him out today, but he’s coming in tomorrow, whether he likes it or not.”

Eddie opens his mouth to respond, eyes narrowed and angry, but you rip the phone from hics grasp.

“Look Keith, either you let Steve off tomorrow, or I'm going to the cops to tell them about the stash of weed you’ve got in your office. That we an smell it all throughout the damn store. And wouldn’t that just be a crying shame?” you snarl into the receiver.

“It was your freak boyfriend who sold me that shit in the first place!”

You nearly laugh at the high-pitched indignance in his voice. “Are you really gonna tell them that, Keith? Maybe I’ll also throw in the fact that they should probably look into your tax records, right? I bet there are some glaring inconsistencies, aren’t there?”

“You fucking bitc-” You hear Keith stop himself, sighing angrily. You hear a loud crash in the background just before he says, “I’ll let him off tomorrow, but you stay the fuck out of my business, you got that? I’ll-”

“Not a chance, maybe try being less of a shit person. Bye Keith!” You don’t give him a chance to respond, slamming the phone down.

Eddie watches you with wide eyes, before smirking, pupils blown and dark as he grabs your waist to pull you in for a hot, messy kiss. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad like that, baby.”

You giggle, reaching a hand up to play with his messy curls. “Gotta stand up for my boys, don’t I baby?” You step away from him, grabbing his hand to drag him to your bedroom. “C’mon, Eds, you gotta get me ready for Stevie, right?”

Eddie nearly faceplants into the carpet in his race to get to the bed.

It’s only an hour later that Steve unlocks the door to the apartment, stripping his vest off. Keith had stumbled out of his office earlier that day, mumbling something about, “go home early, Harrington, shit. Just wait till like, six or something, and you can go.” Steve had been confused, but decided not to question it, his heart galloping at the thought of spending the evening with the both of you for the first time in far too long.

Except the apartment seems almost empty when he walks in, all of the lights off and the living room and kitchen empty, devoid of both yours and Eddie’s presence. His heart drops, only for a second, thinking that he’s alone in the apartment, before he hears a loud, keening whine come from the bedroom.

Your unmistakable whine, followed by Eddie’s familiar whispered praises of “shh… baby I know, I know. It’s a lot, but I think he’s home, did you hear the door open baby? He’s gonna think you’re so pretty baby, so good, planning all this out for him.”

You answer Eddie with a choked sob, and Steve’s pants suddenly are far too tight, cock bulging almost immediately. He goes to open the door, and the sight that greets him almost makes him pass out on the spot.

You, with your hips hiked up in Eddie’s grasp, your flushed face pushed into the mattress as Eddie works his cock into you, his pretty hips slapping against your plush ass. Eddie’s head snaps over to the bedroom door, mouth pulled into a self-satisfied smirk while he keeps fucking you.

“Look, baby,” Eddie grunts, lifting his hand to give your ass a loud smack. You jerk, head turning to see what Eddie wants, and smile blearily at the sight of Steve.

“S-Stevie, you’re, ah, home,” you slur, struggling to get the words out between Eddie’s strong thrusts into your needy pussy.

Eddie watches as Steve’s eyes darken, his big hand moving down to palm at the bulge of his cock through his pants. “She’s been waiting for you, Harrington,” Eddie says, sounding almost like he isn’t fucking you stupid. “She had this all planned out, wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, uh, consider-” Steve coughs, eyes trained on Eddie disappearing into your pretty cunt over and over. “Consider me surprised baby.”

Eddie chuckles, and Steve’s eyes snap from where you both are connected. “Steve, this isn’t even the best part.”

“What?”

“C’mere,” Eddie mumbles, and you whine as he stops his thrusts. Eddie beckons Steve over with a playful finger, and Steve moves next to him, kneeling on the bed to see what Eddie thinks is so important.

Steve nearly chokes on his spit. Because there, in your dripping cunt, is a pretty blue dildo, shoved inside you right alongside Eddie’s cock.

“She wanted to take both of us today,” Eddie whispers into his ear, and Steve can hear Eddie’s smug smile. “Been working her open for the past hour, waiting for you to get home.”

Oh fuck. “Oh fuck,” Steve says, echoing his own thoughts. He smooths a hand over the soft skin of your ass, and you whimper softly.

“You like it?” you ask, almost tentatively, and Steve almost laughs at the absurdity of the question.

“Like it?” Steve says softly. His hand moves from your ass to push lightly on the base of the dildo, making you gasp sharply. “Baby, I love it. God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“You gonna take your clothes off, Harrington?” Eddie murmurs. “She’s been waiting so long for us, it seems cruel to make her wait any longer.” 

Steve follows Eddie’s vaguely concealed demand at an almost frantic speed, ripping off his shirt so fast it gets stuck on his arm for a second. He ignores Eddie’s tiny laugh. He stands off the bed to untie his shoes and shuck his pants off, his hard cock slapping harshly against his stomach. 

“C’mon baby,” Eddie whispers to you, “gotta let Stevie lay down, right? So you can sit on his pretty cock, yeah?” Eddie's mouth waters just a little at the sight of his boyfriend, hard cock glistening and hairy chest heaving. He looks fucking illegal, Eddie thinks. You nod your assent, but still whine as Eddie shuffles back, his cock slipping out of you along with the dildo, leaving you painfully empty for the first time in an hour. 

Steve follows Eddie’s instruction, laying down on the bed, while you kneel up, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. You lean forward to brush your lips against his, smiling softly.

“Hi, Stevie,” you whisper, and he smiles back at you, curling his fingers into your hair. 

“Hi, baby,” he whispers back, before crushing his mouth to yours. He feels Eddie grab his cock, notching it up against the entrance of your pussy, and suddenly you’re sinking down, down, sucking him into your sticky walls, making all three of you moan in unison. You and Steve breathe heavily into each other’s mouths as your ass finally meets Steve’s heavy balls, buried all the way inside.

“God, fucking shit, you both are so fucking hot, Jesus,” Eddie grunts from behind you, and you both can hear the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s hand slipping up and down his cock, still sticky with your juices.

You turn, smiling softly at Eddie’s blushing face, his lips parted as he looks at you both. “Eddie,” you whisper, “You can’t cum yet. Y’gotta fuck me too, right baby?”

Eddie curses again, before kneeling behind you, just like he had been a few minutes before. ”You are a fucking minx, you know that?” He mumbles, and you would giggle if it weren’t for the blunt tip of Eddie’s cock nudging against your opening, right beside Steve.

“Ah- Oh God-d” you whine as Eddie’s fat cockhead pops into your stretched out pussy. You thought you would be prepared for it, with the dildo, but you don’t think anything could’ve prepared you for this. Eddie’s sticky cock nudging along Steve’s as he sinks deep into you, Steve’s warm hairy body beneath you, his big hands on your waist while Eddie radiates heat above you.

Steve’s not doing much better, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the feeling of Eddie’s gorgeous cock squished against his, the hot walls of your pussy strangling the both of them. Eddie’s hands are clutched into the bedsheets beside your sweaty bodies, and Steve takes his hands off your waist for just a second to grab Eddie’s hands, entwining their fingers together to hold onto your waist at the same time. You all take a minute to just breathe, allowing your pussy to adjust to the stretch of both of them.

They’re both whispering breathless praises into your ears, trying to get through to your cloudy brain. “So, so good for us, baby, taking us so good,” and “Can’t believe we’ve got you baby, you’re so pretty, so, so good for us. Y’feel so good, princess, fuck.” You can’t even discern whose voice is whose anymore, lost in a sea of pleasure and nearly-painful fullness, their cocks reaching so deep inside, pressing into every crevice of your sensitive pussy.

And then they start to move.

You try to gasp air into your empty lungs through your screams and cries of pure fucking pleasure, the both of them thrusting in tandem to bully your pretty pussy open for them again and again. Eddie’s face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing comforting kisses into your skin between whispers of “doing so good, princess,” and “y’feel how wide you’re stretched baby? Fuck, you’re so sexy, sweetheart, how’d we manage to land you?”

Steve’s groaning praises of his own, primal grunts of “so fucking sexy,” and “our pretty, gorgeous baby. God, can’t believe I’ve got you both,” before licking into your mouth in messy kisses.

You knew, even while planning this, that none of you were going to last long, and you’re a strange mixture of pleased and slightly disappointed to learn that you’re right. The knot in your stomach is tight, tightening and tightening as they rock into you, the overwhelming stretch of both of them keeping them pressing into your g-spot. You’re choking on your own spit as moans try to escape your throat. 

It’s going to be over far too soon, but knowing that you can take them both, that you three could do this again, makes your pussy clench, your clit throbbing. 

After only a few minutes of Steve’s and Eddie’s strong thrusts into your dripping cunt, grinding overwhelmingly against the spot that makes you sob, you reach your hands into both Steve’s and Eddie’s hair, your hips jerking uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna, oh God, I-I can’t, I’m gonna,” you gasp painfully, tears leaking down your flushed face, not even able to get the words out, before your pussy is clenching hard around both Steve and Eddie. You’re shaking like a leaf, overwhelmed and wrung dry as Steve and Eddie rub their joined hands up and down your waist.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking t-tight,” Eddie whimpers, composure fully lost. “Steve, I gotta-I gotta, gotta cum.”

Steve nods frantically, unable to form words, before he’s releasing one of Eddie’s hands to instead cup around his boyfriend’s head, dragging him down to meet his lips, licking into his mouth over your shoulder. Their hips stutter as they finally, finally cum, flooding  your dripping pussy with a mixture of both of them.

You all breathe heavily for a moment, the room feeling hazy. Like heaven, Steve thinks, this is like heaven. You know you can’t move, feeling drunk and ripped apart, but your boys know it too. They slip gently out of your used pussy, Steve moving you to his side to cuddle you into him gently. Eddie steps out for just a moment, coming back in with a warm, damp cloth.

“Baby, Eds is going to clean you up real quick, okay?” Steve whispers, and you whimper softly, nodding your head, your eyes still closed. Eddie takes the permission to wipe the sweat off your body, and clean up a little of the mess between your legs.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers when he’s done, pecking you softly on your sleepy lips, before turning to give Steve a quick kiss. He throws the cloth in the hamper, knowing you would hate to make up to it laying on the floor, before laying on the other side of you, pressing himself comfortingly against your naked body. Steve reaches down to tug to the sheets over each of you, and grabs Eddie’s hand to hold, their palms resting atop your warm body.

“Shit, I’m gonna have t’call off work tomorrow,” Steve mutters into your hair.

“Don’ worry bout it,” you slur, sleep already whisking you away. “I took care of it.”

“She did,” Eddie smiles. “I’ll have to tell you about it tomorrow, she was fucking hot.”

“She always is,” Steve smiles, chest hurting with happiness and sheer, unadulterated love. “Our perfect girl.”

[iimagine-undertale]

Okay, so I’ve gotten a couple asks recently. I understand that this was said a few days ago, so I’m going to repeat this for my new followers.

I currently do not do AUs, because I was out of the fandom for almost a year and do not know many very well. 

I currently am not accepting asks for lots of characters at once. I prefer doing one or two at a time, with 4-5 being the max- however, the more characters in one ask, the shorter the headcanons will be. This isn’t out of malice, but to help me moderate myself because if I write too much in one go as I did for asks focusing on six or more characters, I end up hurting my wrist for over half a day and it prevents me from doing anything else. 

I accept headcanon requests, reader insert requests, poly ship requests (including polyreader ships), and encourage my followers to send in their own headcanons. 

I do not age up child characters for romantic purposes, nor do I write nsfw. 

I love talking to my followers! But every not-imagine/headcanon ask is tagged with “Not an Imagine” for blacklisting purposes. 

I love you guys and I’m very grateful for all of you!! Forgive me for being slow in my publishing!!

[alwaysbookd-blog]

Finished not one but two AWESOME books this weekend (while also being hella productive, say what now), whoop. And this didn't even happen thanks to my polyreading but I pretty much binge read each of these in a single day, they were THAT good. . NORSE MYTHOLOGY: I'm a sucker for Norse mythology and Loki is my all-time favorite, duh, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that I loved this one. Gaiman did a pretty good job at introducing you to the most known/important facts like where Thor got his hammer from and all that jazz. I'm pretty familiar with most of these but was happy to read a new tale or two. . SPACE OPERA: this book has it all! Epic fun, diversity galore, fully fleshed out alien races, and behind it all some character's background story that will give you the FEELS. Valente just keeps hitting you with truths about how royally fucked up humans are while making you laugh out loud at the same time. Very absurd, highly recommended! . Hope you all had a great weekend and managed to get some reading done!?

[kaggsy59]

Dreams, detective stories, long trousers and the Marx Brothers! #jbpriestley #delight

Dreams, detective stories, long trousers and the Marx Brothers! #jbpriestley #delight

Delight by J.B. Priestley

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been indulging in some polyreading – and this is the reason why! “Delight” is a book I picked up on a whim a little while back; I’d read Simon’s review of it, and thought it sounded perfect. I love Priestley’s rather grumpy writing persona (which I explored in a wonderful collection of his essaysfrom Notting Hill Editions), although…

[kaggsy59]

"We play the fool in this world in order to be free" #victorshlovsky @Dalkey_Archive

“We play the fool in this world in order to be free” #victorshlovsky @Dalkey_Archive

Zoo, or Letters Not About Love by Victor Shklovsky Translated by Richard Sheldon

I took the unusual step (for me, anyway) of doing a little polyreading recently. I used to be able to do this regularly, but more recently have struggled with more than one volume on the go, preferring to devote all my energies to one book at a time. However, the nature of the books I was reading leant themselves to…

[kaggsy59]

"I want obliquity..." #fitzcarraldofortnight @FitzcarraldoEds @briangdillon

“I want obliquity…” #fitzcarraldofortnight @FitzcarraldoEds @briangdillon

Essayism by Brian Dillon

As can be seen by the pictures I’ve shared of my Fitzcarraldos, I had a number of choices for our fortnight of reading; and I thought I had settled on the ones I would tackle during the event. However, despite being thoroughly involved in “This Little Art” (as well as polyreading “Fandango” alongside it), for some reason I was suddenly hit by the urge to pick up another…

[kaggsy59]

On My Book Table... 1

On My Book Table… 1

Now that I’m lucky enough to have a dedicated reading chair with its little table alongside, I’ve taken to popping books onto the table for consideration as forthcoming reads – even, possibly, a bit of polyreading! The pile next to the chair changes according to my mood, but I thought it might be nice to share a little snapshot of what’s in my line of sight at the moment.

On the Book Table

That’s…

[kaggsy59]

Cataloguing as Art

An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in Paris by Georges Perec Translated, with an afterword, by Marc Lowenthal Well, as I said recently, there are plenty of smaller Perec texts that I’ve still to read, and this is one of them! I picked it up on a whim recently – I’d been intending to buy a copy for ages – and it was ideal to polyread along with “War and Peace”. “An attempt…” is a short work…

[kaggsy59]

Simmering heat and tensions

Simmering heat and tensions

A World of Love by Elizabeth Bowen It’s official – polyreading does *not* work for me… I wanted to read an Elizabeth Bowen book for the wonderful Read Ireland Month hosted by Cathy’s at 746 Books and Niall at The Fluff is Raging; and I tried to read it alongside a collection of Cortazar short stories. However, I simply ended up failing to get into either book and went off to read the John Dickson…