#we doin poly boys

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Your blog is like a buffet, thank you 🥺 I would like to maybe put in a wee little request of poly 141 with a reader that has arthritis with pain flare ups maybe, I'm kinda going through it rn with a bad flare

{Thank you for your lovely words and great request! I'm sorry about your flare, I hope it goes down soon!♥️ Take care of yourself pookie♥️ paraffin wax has helped some friends of mine :)}

John notices your flare first. The way you try to breathe through your pain and continue your tasks, eyes close and shudder for a second. His eyes soften and a frown etches on his face. Oh sweet thing, you've done enough. He just wants you to rest. He'll move closer to your side, a hand sliding warmly up your back before holding the nape of your neck. Authoritative, yet in a gentle manner.

"Darlin'?.. you doin' alright?"

He asks, he knows you're not. But whether you tell him you are or not gives him an inside to exactly how much pain you're in.

However no matter how you answer, he's sending you to go rest. Kissing your temple.

"Hm? How about you watch a movie with our boys? I'll take care of dinner.."

His arms wind around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. Kissing on your shoulder. He didn't want you to feel bad for needing a break. Besides the boys waiting on the couch would be more than willing to look after you.

"John you really don't have to worry about it-"

You can hear the creak in his knees as he bends to lift you up. An arm under your knees, and another behind your back. Kissing your cheek, his beard tickling your soft skin.

"We're home now. We can take care of you."

He mumbles. Glancing over as Kyle walks into the kitchen. Tilting his head at the scene.

"Something happen?"

He asks in a bit of alarm, raising his brows. John shakes his head coming over to stand in front of the younger man, holding you up between them. Mindlessly you reach up, skimming your fingers over Kyle's jaw. Who takes your hand gently and kisses your fingertips.

"I'm alright really-"

John sighs at your dismissal. Leaning to kiss Kyle's head just above the brow, explaining to him.

"Flare up.. darlin' will be up in no time. Just needs some rest and care is all."

Kyle hums in acknowledgement, taking you into his own arms. You groan at their dramatics, dolling you around like you can't move at all. But smile as Kyle peppers your cheek in kisses.

"Let's get you to the couch lovie.. I'm sure Johnny will be all too eager to give ya a massage while I get you an ice pack yeah?"

You sigh softly, leaning into his chest as he carries you into the living room. Despite your groaning earlier, it was nice to simply rest. Get the weight off your aching and stiff joints.

"Thank you sweetheart.."

You mumble into him, a smile spreading on his lips.

"Just loving you sweets, nothing any of us wouldn't wanna do."

Coming into the living room around to the couch, Simon sits up stiffly seeing you carried like that. Nearly throwing Johnny off on accident, earning a yelp from the scottsman. Seeing that look of pain threw the blonde man off.

"She alright?"

The question Simon asks makes Johnny blink and sit up as well. Kyle waves them off, slotting you carefully between the two men.

"Flare up."

Is the only words he needs to say. Before both Johnny and Simon envelop you in their arms.

"They're being dramatic- I'm not dying y'know-"

You giggle. Simon chuckles, an arm around Johnny's hips as you lay between them on his chest. Johnny laying almost on you, quite the effective soldier sandwich. Johnny kisses your collarbone. Leaning into the dramatics to cheer you up.

"Our wee lass. How are we ever gettin' by without you?"

He practically purrs. His hands warmly brush over you, serious for a couple seconds.

"Where does it hurt bonnie..?"

As you tell him, he caresses, massages, and feels over each area that you mention to him. Watching you with loving bright eyes. Occasionally leaning down to notch your lips together, swallowing up your groans of comfort. Simon licks his lips watching the both of you, gripping Johnny's mowhawk to pull him back a bit. Kissing him first, sloppy and rough.

You watch the two of them. Pressing a kiss to Johnny's throat from below him, your fingertips skim over Simons arm. When Si disconnects the kiss he leans down to kiss you next, gentle and soft. Moving slow and sweet with you. Now Johnny is watching with a lovestruck grin. Hands still kneading and massaging your aching joints.

Doesn't take long before Kyle walks back in with a couple of ice packs, kissing Simons cheek- which has the blonde pulling back. Just so Kyle can get the next kiss, cheekily pressing his tongue in to run over your mouth. You laugh and pull back when he's had his fun.

"Got your ice baby."

He hums, Simon takes the packs, resting them where Johnny is done massaging.

"Twenty minutes on and off!"

You can all hear John say sternly from the kitchen. Kyle smirks and nudges your shoulder.

"I'll go help the old man with dinner."

He says. You reach out before he can leave, bringing him into some drowning kisses from all three of you on the couch. Kyle finally slips away after a couple minutes of chasing eachothers mouths. Wiping his lips with a dazed smile as he heads back to the kitchen.

Johnny's cheek is on your chest now, cradling the back of his head close to you. Simon is kneading at your hips. Whispering into your hair.

".. We'll get you in a hot bath.. yeah doll? Warm you up.."

His Manchester accent purring in your ear.

"You won't have to move an inch. You take care of everything while we're deployed. Gotta do the same for our girl.."

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Feel free to ignore, but Poly!141 with reader who is terrified of any tiny mistakes from a past shitty relationship? ✨

(I actually love your work!)

    I absolutely love this ask!! :D Just imagining little scenarios in my head for each one is so delicious.

Hope you enjoy, Anon!! :)

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CW : References to past abuse, mostly unspecified.

NSFW

MDNI 18+ ONLY!!

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Dropping a dish (With Ghost, Soap and Gaz) :

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   It really hadn’t been your fault.

  This damn new brand of dish soap your boys had decided to buy you left a slick film on every piece of stoneware you owned, and when you turned just a little too sharply to put it away – it had just …. Slipped out of your hand.

  Simon had been sitting at the bar, looking up quickly at the sound of the shattering plate; and already you could hear Soap and Gaz barreling down the stairs towards the kitchen. But you weren’t paying attention to any of that – only red-faced and gasping like you were drowning, bending down to quickly start grabbing at the shards, muttering a thousand apologies over and over and over.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Oh, God, fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I just – it slipped and I’ll fix it, I’m sorry—”

  You hadn’t realized Ghost kneel down next to you in your embarrassment until you flinched – hard – when he placed his hand gently over yours.

  You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes and your breathing still off-kilter and fast. The look in Ghost’s eyes damn near broke your heart – the worry, the concern, the care – the love – that swam so deep in them made your bottom lip quiver.

  Soap and Gaz panted softly somewhere above you.

  “Ye alright, bonnie? We heard a noise, an’ came runnin’.”

  You nodded, shaky and unsure of yourself, and before you could answer, Ghost spoke up softly as if trying not to spook you.

  “Love …. It’s fine. Iss’ justa dish. No harm done. Are you hurt?” His hand tightened softly over yours. Shaking your head, you began to pick up the pieces of the plate scattered around the tile, still bright-cheeked and muttering softly; your movements slow and shaky.

  “I----I’m f-f-fine, I just, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to b-b-break anything, I didn’t---”

  Ghost grabbed your wrist again and lifted it to his stubbled cheek, rising and pulling you with him to your feet. Then, without warning, you were pressed firmly into his broad chest, his hands snaking around your small frame to hold you close. The action alone seemed to be enough to undo you, and you broke down and sobbed quietly and softly into his big arms.

  “Shhh, shhh, shhh, it’s a’right, love. It’s a’right.” Simon cooed at you warmly, gently rubbing the back of your head. You felt him shift above you, nodding to the boys to finish helping clean the mess. Soap and Gaz didn’t need to be told twice, dutifully sweeping up the mess.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry …” You whispered softly, voice cracked and broken as you clutched at Simon’s frame.

  He pulled you back to look into your eyes, cupping your cheeks softly. His brows furrowed deeply in sympathy and his lips were pulled to the side in concern.

  “When you’d mentioned before, the …. Relationship ….” He bit out the word angrily, “… you’d had before us, I didn’t realize tha’ it ….” He paused with a sigh and pulled you close to his chest again, shaking his head. “I swear to God, if I ever find where that cunt ran off to, he’ll be wishing he was dead – cuz Hell will be better for ‘im than what I’ll be doin’.”

  You became aware of two other bodies behind you, crowding closer, cocooning you in their warmth and safety, and slowly, your shakes and sobs subsided.

  Johnny kissed the side of your head softly.

  “Aye, lass – you never have to worry about him, about any of this, ever again.”

  “We’ve got you, babydoll. Now, and always.” Gaz rubbed your arm.

  Never, in all your life, had you felt the truth in words like you did with theirs. Or had you ever remembered feeling so safe.

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Missing a Text (With Price) :

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  You heard Price’s keys jingle in the lock of the front door – but instead of the normal elation and joy filling your heart, your mind raced in panic as you jumped to your feet and ran to the kitchen to find your phone you’d left on the counter.

  “Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” You cursed yourself, opening the screen and confirming with a sinking feeling in your gut that you’d forgotten to answer Price’s text earlier, asking what you had planned for dinner, if anything.

  “Doll?” Price’s deep voice rumbled from the door as he called for you, and you felt your heart freeze as you clutched your chest; your lungs suddenly squeezed tight and unable to get any air in.

  You barely had the time to turn and face the doorway as his figure appeared, frozen in place, eyes wide with fear.

  Price’s eyes met yours, his own widening in concern as he walked towards you. “Hey, luvie, hey – what is it? What’s wrong? Is everything alright? Are you hurt?”

  “I---” You squeaked out, your breathing still tight and short. You felt light-headed. “I was doing laundry – I didn’t – I forgot – I –“ You swallowed softly, clutching the phone in your hand to your breast.

  Price quickly realized what was wrong, letting out a soft breath and relaxing his shoulders, quirking his brow in warm sympathy.

  “Luv, I know you’re busy most of the day. You’re taking care of the house – of us – it’s alright.” He smiled softly at you, cocking his head and halting in his tracks when the fear in your eyes remained. He knew the fear wasn’t towards him, no … the fear was rooted deep, inside your heart, your mind, your soul – and he knew it would take him and the men longer than just a few months to clear out the remnants of the asshole that had done this to you.

  You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing wanted to come out, and you continued to clutch your chest, wheezing softly in your panicked state.

  Price held out his hand to you, palm up – offering. “It’s alright, Luv. You didn’t do anythin’ wrong. Come back to me. Come back here. You’re not there anymore, he can’t hurt you anymore, luvie.”

  Swallowing thickly, you seemed to break out of your trance at his soft words and choked out a soft sob; running headfirst into the safety of his chest and arms. He wrapped his strong biceps around your tiny frame, shushing and cooing at you softly.

  “It’s alright, Luvie …. Shhh …. You’re okay … I’m here, you’re okay.” He kissed the top of your hair softly as your breathing steadied and your heartrate slowed. “You did nothin’ wrong, doll. Absolutely nothing.”

  After he was sure you were okay, he pulled back to look into your eyes and smiled brightly, wiping your cheek with his calloused thumb.

  “Now … what say you to a bit of ice cream with the rest of the boys, eh? Simon should be here soon from the grocer, and Gaz will be out of his meeting in the next hour ….” He leaned in close to your cheek, pecking it softly and brushing his thick mustache against the shell of your ear, whispering, “… Gives us plenty of time to have a lil bit of fun before they get home …”

  You sighed the last of the fear from your chest, smiling at one of the four loves of your life, nodding eagerly.

  Ice cream and sex sounded absolutely perfect.

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Nightmares (with all four men) :

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  The two California kings that were side by side in the huge, open room, served as almost a ‘nest’ of sorts for the five of you.

  What with the size of Simon alone, you’d known you were going to need a large bed – and when you’d gotten involved with all of them, you all realized quickly that one bed wouldn’t do anymore.

  Especially for all the …. Activities you liked to do together.

  It was in the center of the tiny mountain of pillows and blankets that all of you slept now – or, had been sleeping, until you awoke with a start and a sharp yell into the darkened room.

  Simon was the first to awaken, sitting bolt upright like he’d been shot; Soap next, lifting his head from where he’d been sleeping on your stomach, blinking away the sleep and looking at you with deep seated concern.

  A soft ‘click’ and Price had rolled over to turn on the lamp next to the bedside table, and all four men were sitting around or in front of you, watching you gasp softly and cry as you buried your face in your hands.

  You clutched at your side where the wound long since healed gave a phantom heartbeat of pain – the memory of that horrid night flashing clear as day into your sleeping head as if it had just happened fresh all over again.

  Gaz leaned close, cupping your cheek. “Another nightmare?” He asked softly.

  You nodded, breaking down into a quiet fit of tears when the images flashed through your head again of the day you thought you were going to die.

  Soap kissed your stomach softly, rubbing your thigh up and down, working his way to your knees, calves and ankles. Simon, from his position on your side, cuddled you closer to his chest, stroking your hair. Gaz pulled you to him for a sweet kiss to the forehead, holding your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles on the top of it.

  Price, ever the gentleman, had left the room to go and grab you some pretzels and a glass of warm milk – coming back in with a small tray of assorted snacks and drinks for the others as well.

  After he settled back onto the bed on your opposite side and tousled Soap’s mohawk, he looked at you, offering you a tissue.

  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you all up …” You whispered, blowing your nose.

  Gaz chuckled softly at you, shaking his head and giving your hand a squeeze.

  “Don’t ever apologize for needin’ us, babygirl. That’s what we’re here for – each other.”  He brought your hand to his mouth to kiss each finger gently.

  Soap hummed softly, his eyes locked onto Gaz’ mouth at work; swallowing thickly with a noise in the back of his throat. Price snorted and slapped the back of the Scot’s head playfully, making him flinch.

  “Can’t even make it two minutes without thinkin’ wiv that cock, can ya?” The older man chuckled.

  Soap blushed a crimson red, grinning wickedly as he looked back at you. “Well, I dunno about you all, but I know the missus here could use a wee bit of a distraction …. And what better way to distract than with some nice, hot sex?”

  You felt more than heard Simon grunt approvingly from your side, already seeing the indent of his chubbing cock thicken through his night trousers. Leaning over to sniff your hair deeply with an approving growl, he rubbed his large hand up and down your arm.

  “Well? What do you say, luv? Down for another round?”

  ….. Suffice it to say that none of you got absolutely any sleep that night.

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Xoxo – Hope you enjoyed!!   😊   Happy reading, and much loves!  <3

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i'd love to see more from the poly reader x poolverine verse im obsessed w them

"I didn't realize your... roommates were home today," Your sister said helping the youngest into his coat.

"It's what happens when you don't call," you caution. "They live here. You want free babysitting, you accept the terms. Sometimes it's kazoos. Sometimes it's roommates." For now, you'd accept her calling them roommates. It was partly true. And it was less rude than what your mother had said. She called them your caretakers.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at you and you shrugged, "They're fed and in one piece. And Zach has part of his social studies paper done. You're welcome."

She watched for a second as her boys willingly accepted hugs and kisses as you ignored her, beseeching them to learn something at school and make good choices and she sighed, "Thanks."

"Call next time," you tell her giving her a meaningful look. You didn't live alone anymore. And if she didn't want her kids exposed to certain things then she needed to give you enough lead time to hide those things... Today she got lucky.

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"Shhh," Wade said, holding up a hand, "You hear that?"

"Hear what?" Logan said opening a beer.

"Silence," Wade sighed, sinking on to the couch next to you, handing you a glass of wine. "Holy shit."

"And that's why I like being the cool Aunt," You tell him yawning. "I show up late. I bring presents. I leave before the crying starts. And then I enjoy my nice quiet house."

Logan snorted and reached over to rub your neck as he took your other side and picked up the remote, "Nice little racket, bub."

You take a sip from your glass and stretch, snuggling into Logan's side and putting your feet in Wade's lap, "Not too shabby, boys."

"For roommates," Wade teased, smacking the bottoms of your feet affectionately. "Didn't know roommates fuck like we fuck."

"Sorry-"

Logan grunted and wrapped his arm around you, "Pause was doin' some heavy lifting there."

"Mom... doesn't approve. What dad knows depends on the day. And I think my grandparents would just drop fucking dead. So. There's that." You lean over and lift a sleepy Mary into your lap and stroke her back before resting your head against Logn again. They are who they are and you are who you are. You don't fit in with the cookie cutter perfect family they have and you haven't from the second you took your first breath. But you fit here with a variant and a mercenary and their ugly little rat dog.

"We could ruin Christmas," Wade offered, "Just go make out in front of-"

"Or," you hum, "we can leave well enough alone so I can still hang out with the kids and let them have someone around that's somehow less fucked up even if I'm objectively a mess."

The boys traded a look and Logan kissed the top of your head. They'd work out the specifics later but for now, as long as your sister kept her comments to herself they'd behave- mostly. As long as it meant you got to see the kids. Because it was clear it made you happy, and because; truth be told, it hadn't been too bad today.

Wade cradled one of your feet in his hand and grinned, "I got a question."

"Might have and answer," you tell him, hissing when his thumb hit a tender spot on your instep.

"Why do all the rugrats call you, Shush?"

"My parent's housekeeper calls me Sugar," you answer. "Everyone sort of adopted it and Zach couldn't say it- so it devolved into Shush and stuck."

"Stop it, that's precious," Wade cooed, "I thought they called you that because they were always telling you to shut-"

"Not all of us went to school thinking our first name was Damn it," you snort.

Logan smirked and let go of you long enough to light his cigar. "What'd she call your sister?" he asked.

"Honey. Or Princess if she was being annoying... it's just that neither ever really stuck."

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More Incorrect quotes but this time Poly shipping bc yes:

Married Au Incorrect Quotes + Drabble

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Florida : Why are your tongues purple?

Louisiana: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Texas : I had a red one.

Florida : oh.

Florida :

Florida : OH.

DC:

DC: You drank eachothers slushies?

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New York : Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like DC a little bit.

Gov: holding New York 's notepad You doodled your wedding invitation.

New York : No, that's our joint tombstone.

Gov: My mistake.

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Louisiana: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?

Florida : Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”

Cali, scoffing: Oh, please.

Florida , to Cali: Hey, how you doin’?

Cali:

Cali: giggles and blushes

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Texas : The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Gov: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

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New York : You don't need my blessing to go kiss Gov. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Gov!

Cali: Nope.

New York : In that case, as the archbishop of Cali's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Gov right on the lips!!!

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Cali: We’re getting married, bitches!

New York : And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

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Louisiana: So, what is Florida to you?

DC: The reason I wake up every morning.

Louisiana: ...That’s adorable.

Florida earlier that morning, barging into DC′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

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Louisiana: DC is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

Gov: Punch them in the stomach. Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

Texas : Tackle them!

Cali: Dump them.

New York : Kick them in the shin!

DC: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

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Cali: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Gov: What hints have you given them?

Cali: Well, I think about them a lot.

Cali: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

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Texas : There's no way they like me back.

New York : Louisiana would throw themself in front of a moving car for you.

Texas : Louisiana would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.

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Gov: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Florida : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Florida : Hey, Cali, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Cali: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Florida : No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Cali: Can't really say I have.

Florida : You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Cali: Sorry, Florida . For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

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Louisiana: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

New York : Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

New York : Would you like me to tutor you?

DC: That was smooth.

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Cali: I asked Gov out.

Florida : Oh, I’m sorry.

Cali: Why?

Florida : Well, I assume they said no.

Cali: No, they said yes.

Florida : Really? Then I’m sorry for them.

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Cali: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

DC: raises hand

Texas : puts their hand down

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at 3am

Florida : runs into Texas ’s room and turns on the light Wake up sleepyhead!

Texas : wakes up Dude!

Florida : cackles

Gov: sits up from where they were sleeping behind Texas What the fuck, Florida ?

Florida : jaw drops Wait WHAT-

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Cali: Hey, New York , are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

New York : Yeah.

Cali: And you, Texas ?

Texas : Umm... yes?

Cali: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Texas : Did they just-

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Gov: DC, you'll be working with Florida and New York .

DC: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: blank stares

DC: ...Of people on a team.

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Creeping Death

Episode 2: All Caught Up

Warnings: A teeny bit of smut (because I'm bad at it), poly lovers being very comfy with each other, establishing friends to lovers to enemies relationship 👀

A/N: Not too proud of this ngl. It was getting so looooong and took so long to write that I just wanted to get it over with. Hope you guys enjoy nonetheless! <3 Red belongs to @cries-in-latino and Skulk belongs to @probably-a-plant-thing

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The Sheriff was unsure about dropping them off in town on account of them not having a vehicle, but Darrell insisted they'd be fine.

Sheriff Burke had lost his only son to something as sad as military hazing. The boy was 21.

"Stay out of trouble now," he told the two.

"Thank you, Sheriff. 'Preciate it." Darrell shut the door and gave him a nod goodbye.

He wrapped his arm around Red's shoulders, shielding him from the cold. They were dressed only in thermal tops and jeans, clunking about in boots with no socks. The few people on the street turned their heads to take a good long look at them.

Red pulled the ice pack from his cheek and grumbled, "If I keep doin' this in this weather, my face is gonna fall off."

Darrell took Red's face in his hands, his lower lip sticking out in a worried little pout. "Let me see what they did to you."

"It's nothing, hon," Red assured him, trying to move away. "S'Just a boo-boo."

Darrell couldn't stop his voice from rising. "It is not just a boo-boo! Oh," he cooed, "I'll gut that fucker like a fish."

Red leaned into his palm and held on to his wrists. "Did ya see the other guy?" He grinned, making his bruised cheek look more swollen.

A wry smile broke Darrell's serious demeanor. "I did. Gave him a good one?"

"Yessir. Right after Burke took me out of the interrogation room. They had to pull me off him."

"That's my boy."

Darrell kissed his lover on the forehead. Everything was alright again, for now at least. It paid to have contingency plans, but phase 2 wasn't exactly operational. There were a few things he had to put in order. He just hoped he would manage to get it done before Archives came through.

Red tapped Darrell's wrist. "Let's swing by the diner," he said, "I'm starving."

They got bacon cheeseburgers in gleaming to-go containers. By the time the guys in the kitchen finished heaping french fries, onion rings, and coleslaw on their burgers, they could barely put the lids on anymore.

"You want anythin' else, Red?"

"Corn muffins. Box of six." He affectionately thumped Darrell's chest with the back of his hand. "For the big boy."

Chuckling, Darrell sent out a text to Skulk; "Hey Gummy wummy. You at the hotel? We got food."

Yep :]

"We coming over then."

Darrell wanted to pick up some painkillers for Red at the pharmacy, but Red swore he was fine. So, they went right on to the Hotel.

Darrell got a little fright when he found Skulk waiting on the other side of the door. He saw the barely perceptible way Skulk's lower lip trembled - the only visible sign he was upset, given that he still had his hood pulled down over most of his painted face.

Darrell opened his arms and Skulk ran into him, flinging himself against him in a bear-tight hug. "It's alright, Gumdrop. We're okay," Darrell told him.

He scooped Skulk up with ease and carried him into the room. Skulk jealously gathered Darrell to him, wanting to keep him as close as physically possible. If he could claw open his chest and keep him next to his heart, he would.

He reached for Red, hand opening and closing covetously. When Red stepped closer, Skulk pulled him in. Embraced both of them. There was space in his heart for two. More than enough space. Space big enough for them to live, big enough so they would never think to leave, enough so he would never be abandoned ever again.

"I thought…" Skulk faltered. Happiness and relief drove him to honesty, and childish though it was, he told them. "I thought I'd never see you again."

Darrell sat down on the edge of the bed, balancing Skulk on his lap. Red stood in front of Darrell's knees, basically locking Skulk between them.

"Oh, Gummy." Darrell took Skulk's chin in his hand and peered under Skulk's hood. "I'd always come back to you." He locked eyes with Red. "To both of you."

"Always," Darrell affirmed, lips locking with Skulk's."

Skulk reached under Darrell's shirt as Darrell began to palm him through his sweatpants. Behind him, Red nibbled at the tender skin under his jaw, hands slipping under his hoodie to grope what he could get his hands on. "He's right, Gummy," Red whispered, "Ain't nothin' takin' me away from you either."

Skulk was melting in their hands, slipping further and further out of control with every pant and gasp. Before he knew it, Darrel had flipped him over and plopped him onto the bed.

Skulk had time to catch his breath as Darrell grazed his lips over the bulge in his pants. But before long, Red joined in and Skulk, red-faced, clenched his hands into fists as the two pulled down his waistband and took out his cock.

Holding him at the base, Darrell sucked around the head before taking him half-way down without hesitation. He dropped his hand to rest on Skulk's thigh. Red sidled up beside him on the floor, and traced the bottom of Skulk's shaft with his tongue.

Skulk was heaving and whimpering, fingers tangled in blue and red locks of hair. His grip grew tighter as the two took turns taking him in their mouths.

"Darlin'."

Skulk raised his head. "Hmm?"

There was a pretty little grin dancing on Darrell's face, his eyes dark with lust.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do."

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Paper rustled as Angel studied Darrell's file. He was sitting in the break room, his coffee growing cold. He kept going back to the printed pictures. Some were in color, others were black and white in bad quality; Darrell with all his honey blonde hair shorn off. Darrell sitting stiff in an official portrait, chest covered in gleaming medals and buttons. Darrell in action while deployed in Iraq, blood-soaked and barking orders.

So far from the kind and gentle Darrell he knew, as unfamiliar as the man he had helped haul to the station earlier.

"You know him."

Reinhart was looking down at him - like he did at the rest of the world - his thumbs hooked to his belt.

It wasn't even a question, and right as Angel wondered how he figured it out, Reinhart said, "You're too soft. You barely try to hide it. You better not let this interfere with this investigation, because if you can't I will bring someone who can."

Angel pursed his lips and passively reached for his coffee.

"Anything on Gunther Roof?" inquired Reinhart.

Angel made a show of checking his phone. "No. Archives said it might be some sort of pseudonym he took on when he left the corps. They're working on the description Todd gave, but it may take a while. There were a lot of brown haired, five-foot-ten, strongly built former corporals in Iraq."

—

Darrell sopped up the last of the honey mustard with an onion ring. "Now ya really are gonna need painkillers," he said watching Red and Skulk go at it on the bed.

Eyes shut tight from the pleasure, Red playfully waved him quiet. "Shh! We're havin' a moment," Red admonished.

Smirking, Darrell stood up and headed for the closet. "Gumdrop, lemme borrow some clothes, ok?" he said as he sifted through the shirts on the hangers. He frowned when his fingers felt something familiar. He pulled the gray college hoodie out and held it at arm's length. "This is my hoodie," he decided, mildly confused. "And my motorcycle jacket."

Skulk paused where he was between Red's thighs, making Red look down at the absence of friction afforded by Skulk's fingers. Skulk continued but furtively glanced at Darrell as he dug through the secret box where he stored his new knife collection.

"Gummy, you don't have a job. How did ya buy all this?" Darrell inquired. The stolen clothes jogged his memory and he began to put two and two together. "Is this why Red's blender was not in the kitchen? Skulk?"

Darrell wrestled with the urge to smile and lost. "My toaster better still be in the trailer, Gumdrop." It was an empty threat of course. He found him too adorable to ever be really mad at him.

He was glad he managed to nab the jacket before Skulk pawned it, though. It was arguably his most valuble possession - worth more than the trailer he lived in even - a Valentine's gift from an old friend.

Darrell slipped the jacket on as his last layer of defense against the cold. He adjusted the collar of his hoodie underneath. "I'm going out to get those painkillers, 'cause that back is gonna hurt in a while, believe me," he told his boyfriends, who were still at it like horndogs. "You two enjoy."

Darrell managed to shut the door in time to muffle Red's lewd moan. He jogged down the stairs, popping the last onion ring into his mouth, and stepped gaily into the street. He stopped. A layer of frost had settled on the asphalt.

The storm had come to wash Louisiana clean, right before setting down Winter's white blanket. Darrell threw the foil container into a waste receptacle and headed for the pharmacy.

South Star Drugs was empty when he stepped in, save for the pharmacy assistant behind the counter.

"Hey, Germaine," Darrell greeted as he strolled up to the counter. She finally looked up from her phone. Her little pout vanished from her baby doll face.

"Hi," she said, in an octave that indicated interest.

"How are ya?"

"Good," she purred, putting down her phone. "What can I get for you?"

Darrell pretended to scan the shelves behind her. Bright Eyes was honing in on her cleavage. "Uh, Tylenol."

What color is her hoodie?

Baby blue. Cropped with a zip-up front. Quit it.

Darrell wasn't looking. No matter what Bright Eyes tried to pull.

"You ok?"

Darrell snapped to attention. "Huh?"

Germaine smiled shyly. "I was just curious, because of the Tylenol."

"Oh, no, no, I'm fine. It's, uh, for my boyfriend."

Surprise, intrigue, and disappointment made Germaine's stormy eyes grow wide. Darrell noticed she was wearing shimmery blue eyeshadow, her Twiggy eyelashes making her look more like a doll. "I didn't know you were…" She added the last word delicately. "Gay."

Darrell could feel his cheeks flush. "Oh," he stammered, "I, uh, yeah. I swing both ways, so…" He shrugged.

Germaine looked hopeful. "So, you've been with girls?"

"A couple... none of 'em half as pretty as you," Darrell added lamely.

Germaine folded from the compliment like a shameplant. "Stop!" Her fingers flew to stroke her bubble braid. "Anything else I can get you?"

All the pretend staring finally paid off. "Yeah. Smokes. American Spirit."

"What color?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at the shelf full of cigarettes, her hips cocked slightly.

"Blue."

Germaine took her time getting the Tylenol. When she brought it over to the register, she ventured to make small talk. "It's cold today."

Darrell nodded. "Yeah, it is. Your lips are chapped," he said.

"Mmm?" Germaine ran her fingertip over her plump lower lip. "I'll just put some balm over 'em. I have, like-" She paused to bring out a tube of Burt's Bees from her pocket. "It's pomegranate."

Deciding that his lips were in need of similar treatment, Darrell asked if they sold any. He was directed to a nearby shelf and he took a while deciding which flavor to get. In reality, he was looking at the security mirror, watching the nondescript sedan across the street. The man behind the wheel was watching him.

Get your damn lip balm and go.

Unfortunately, the door opened just as Darrell handed Germaine the packet he chose. She leaned in and urgently whispered, "Don't look, but the detective from New Orleans just came in."

Darrell glanced over his shoulder. It was Angel, looking rather fraught in a black trench coat. No doubt held together by cups of coffee and stolen naps at the precinct couch.

"Hauled my ass up to the Sheriff's this morning," Darrell confided to Germaine.

She looked outraged. "No!" she gasped under her breathm "You think he might be following you? You want me to send him away?"

Darrell shook his head. He appreciated it, but neither of them could do anything really. He braced against the counter as Angel drew nearer. Darrell inched away when he took a peek at the products he was purchasing.

"I could use some of that," he said, seemingly to himself.

"Makeup aisle," Darrell said flatly.

Angel drew away and got his own tube of lip balm. He chucked it on the counter. "And a pack o' Reds, please," he told Germaine.

Incensed, Germaine cocked her head. "I'm not done ringing him up," she said curtly. "You're gonna have to wait your turn."

Angel held up his hands apologetically. "S'alright. Ain't in a hurry."

Darrell willed Germaine to move faster, but Angel was not about to let up.

"American Spirit," Angel remarked.

Darrell covered the pack with his hand.

"Those'll kill ya, ya know."

Darrell cast him a venomous side eye. "And those won't? What, you think you got some medical high ground 'cause you smoke Marlboros? Ya know, you're foolin' yourself with that shit. Cost a damn fortune."

Angel was pleased. Darrell's tone didn't matter. He was just glad he got a word out of him. He picked up the pack. "These retail at 6.42. You paid a dollar more."

"Yeah, but they put chemicals in those that make them burn faster. You smoke more, you buy more. Costs you more," Darrell argued.

Angel's smile made him look a little less haggard, a little less like the enemy. It stretched him out, pulled him back, made him look like the friend Darrell used to have. "Well," Angel began, "American Spirit's facing lawsuits for claiming their cigarettes are the 'healthier option' when they contain more nicotine than other brands. Plus, they put ammonia in the paper, which lets more nicotine leach into your body. Kills ya faster."

Defeated and intrigued, Darrell winced. "How 'bout that, Germaine?"

Angel was beaming. "Give this man a pack o' Reds," he told Germaine, "and his dollar back."

Then came the thing Darrell feared the most.

"Listen, let me buy you a drink."

"He has a boyfriend," Germaine protested.

"I already told the Sheriff everything you wanna know."

"It's not like that, Darrell," Angel assured him. "Come on, for old time's sake."

"It's 2 in the afternoon, Angel," Darrell pointed out. "Decent people usually don't start drinking till 6 in the evening."

But against his better judgment, despite Bright Eyes' warnings, Darrell agreed.

A/N: Ok so that was it... and with that I'm going to bed. <3

Gonna tag some moots who might be interested! @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @kalid-raven @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @allthingsblood

[maplecaster]

fuck it i'll do it

[Begin ID] a tiktok by satangjuseyo with the caption "Asking My Man If He Like Monogamy Or Polyamory More"

man in background talking fast: "...got like, three pairs of shoes, man i really need to go to the store and get like fifteen more, i really don't have—"

op holding the phone, speaking slowly and low: "lover... lover..."

man: "—not using the same pair of shoes—"

op: "lover?"

man: "wassup?"

op: "what do you think about polyamory and monogamy?"

man: "i think polyamory is kinda like poly-scamory that's really a way to get your rent lower and a way to pay your bills in a way more efficient manner, i think monogamy is pretty much efficient, when it comes to—i can't even deal with myself most of the time, dealin with another person real stressful, not gonna lie to you babe, dealin with me in itself is such a stressful—to maneuver, imagine if there were THREE of me, imagine THREE, small, delicious little black boys like me, 27 years old, cuz me i'm a 27 year old delicious little black boy, ALL walkin around this house talkin like this all the time, i get overstimulated i start, yknow, hirin termites to turn out if i was nature or somethin like that, i start gettin mike tyson in here or somethin like that, i'll probably—iunno man, i am losin my mind if that happened that would be nuts i can't handle polyamory cuz it's too many different interviews, too many different auras, too many different astrologies, how about a pisces, a pisces, a pisces and a pisces here? that's four pisces! that's four signs! that's four water signs that's four fish! and i'm allergic to fish, i can't even do that that's not even a [?] make any sense, and if i — if me, as a taurus, who was also a frog who was also a gemini, who was also a capricorn, can't really deal with that. AND, on the off chance that they actually find another partner because they wanna expand our polycule, that'd be messed up! monogamy is kind efficient to me, BECAUSE, hence in point, i can only handle one person, i can barely sleep next to you sometimes and i get too hot. imagine another person was tryna touch my toes when i'm sleepin, that'd be messed up! ima kick him in the face! that'd be messed up! i don't wanna do that i don't wanna mess up his teeth and now he got messed up teeth for the rest of his life, now he can't get a job because they don't wanna hire him because of his teeth, now he can't work the cafe shop, now he can't find somebody else to get another polyamorous relationship, now he messed up! oh my god, that'd be messed up! monogamy's cool, because it makes payin bills easier, it makes gettin married easier, it makes gettin t— like if i'd— i'd have to get a car with more than two seats, cuz the car i got right now? only has one seat in it. boom! anybody can barely ride in it. that's gon be messed up, we ain't got a back seat in the car. grocery shoppin would be a lot more difficult, we'd have to line up all our schedules, if we had a kid it'd be easier i guess, BUT realistically, i think monogamy is, slightly better? like— like 2% better, polyamory's kinda cool, IF you can make it work but i haven't seen a successful polycule in my entire life. it's always somebody doin somethin crazy in in it. it's always nonsense and nuts."

throughout the rant, op is staring wide-eyed at the man, occasionally reacting to his words or glancing at the camera.

man pauses for a second, then continues in a calmer tone: "i really need to go to the store and get more shoes realistically like, cuz i don't have... i got like three sketchers. they're all�� they're not even all the same shoe. they're not. i have six different shoes, and they're all left shoes. and there's not—" *sigh*

op snorts and laughs, and the video ends. [END ID]

i'd like to point out the phrase "hence in point" as well as listing "frog" as one of the astrology animals

How am I both these people at the same time lmao

[starsofang]

CALL OF THE SEA / PART NINE

pirate poly!141 x reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, hurt feelings, angst, proceed with caution as always masterlist

When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.

The air in the dining hall was suffocating. The three men sat around the table in silence while Price continued to glower at you, challenging you.

Your mind was flooded with thoughts of what your life had become. Even in the presence of others, you were still completely alone, even as the summer was beginning to shift into fall.

No progress had been made. Even as you left behind the thought of escaping, giving them a chance of redemption, things were only ever turning sour.

You had nobody.

What was stopping you from leaving as you planned?

Without a word, you stood from the table after what felt like hours of tense silence. Soap and Gaz lifted their heads to watch you move. Ghost remained unreadable, though you could see the quickness of confusion before it neutralized back into nothingness.

“What are you doin’?” Price asked, tone low. “Sit down. Eat.”

You didn’t speak, nor did you look at him. Your appetite had long worn off, even though you hadn’t had a meal in your stomach for longer than what was healthy.

“Lass, c’mon, we can talk this out,” Soap pleaded, reaching a hand to grab at your shoulder. You brushed him off, stepping away from the table.

“Dove,” Price warned. “Don’t make a fool out of yourself. You’re upset because I wish not to tell you of the things you shouldn’t know about?”

A flood of anger boiled inside you. Was that truly why he thought you were angry? Did he take you for a child?

“You are making a fool out of me, Captain,” you snapped back.

“I am tryin’ to keep you safe,” Price argued. He stood from the table, hands slamming against the wood. “Yet you keep blatantly disobeyin’ me. Will you perish without knowin’? Is that it?”

“You are being cruel, Captain,” you said harshly.

“I am bein’ honest,” he retorted.

“You are being an arse,” you shouted in a fit of frustration. “You have had plenty of time to treat me as a person rather than your prisoner, yet you continue to treat me as so. I am a medic. You have taken me from my home for the sake of your own benefit. The least you could do is make it worth my while.”

Price stared at you with a look of surprise and conflict. It was evident that the Captain was not used to back talk, let alone from a mere woman.

Today was the day you refused to hold back. You were angry.

“I do not owe you a thing, medic,” he rumbled lowly.

You scoffed under your breath, nodding your head slowly. “Then I do not owe you anything, either.”

You turned on the heels of your shoes and right out of the dining hall doors, letting them slam loudly behind you.

The clouds were nearly as unhappy as you. They were gloomy and dark, just as much as the shadow that seemed to stick to you like an annoying tick.

Ever since your rather unfortunate conversation with Captain Price, you’d felt a prick in your side. Really, the conversation was more of an order in your opinion — Price telling you straight how it was, and that you wouldn’t be informed on anything going on.

It seemed like a simple agreement. It was far from it.

You felt more out of place than ever. You weren’t even worthy of being apart of the very pirate crew that kidnapped you and forced you into their group.

Why were you staying? Why were you keeping faith in these men as if they’d make up everything they’d done to you?

You were exhausted. You wished to go home to a place that no longer existed. Perhaps the rubble and lingering ghosts of your perished townsfolk would offer you the company you were seeking.

The entire ship felt quiet since your disagreement with the Captain. You locked yourself in the boy’s quarters, yet none have come to bother. You couldn’t even hear the creaking of thick boots along the old wooden floors.

You didn’t know what you preferred anymore — the spew of resentful words, or the aching silence.

It felt like you truly were home once again, yet standing in the smothering quiet that filled your lonely house with nobody to turn to and nobody to share the air with you.

Tears began to burn your eyes. You fought to keep them in, but the harder you did, the harder they resisted until they were a pitiful stream down your cheeks. They soaked your skin with a bitter cold.

It wasn’t home that you missed so longingly. It was comfort, it was joy, it was a friend. You were alone before, yet you somehow felt even more alone in the presence of four men who juggled between your emotions as if you weren’t even worth any.

Day by day, it grew worse. You didn’t know when it would get better, or if it ever would.

You drifted in and out of sleep throughout the rest of the day. Your stomach protested, begging you for a taste of something, anything, but you were stubborn. It wasn’t until you woke near evening that you knew you’d have to eat.

You felt sickly, your stomach twisting and turning from being denied food. Nausea crept in like lapping waves.

Deciding it was time to get something before you died before you could see the light at the end of the tunnel, you reluctantly crept out of the shared quarters.

All was quiet. Almost too quiet. There wasn’t a single man in sight, and you assumed they were in a private meeting in Price’s quarters. That’s exactly what you were hoping for.

Tiptoeing to the dining hall, you made your way to the kitchen in the back. You darted your eyes around, noting that it was just as empty and just as peaceful.

The first thing you noticed in the kitchen was a large pot on the counter, and you instantly assumed it was the dinner from last night you failed to eat. Upon lifting the lid and inspecting, you were correct.

The sight of it had your stomach growling loudly, causing a pang of pain from hunger. You didn’t even bother finding a spoon or fork to dig in. You were so stubbornly hungry, you found yourself dipping your hand into the mushy porridge and scooping it into your hands, moaning outwardly at the first taste of food.

It tasted a bit sour and was disgustingly warm from sitting out all night, but it eased your hunger the slightest bit the more you ate.

Oh, how you hated these men for ruining dinner for you every night. How you hated Price, in all his egotistical glory, and how much you wanted to—

“What are you doin’?”

You yelped in surprise, jolting away from the pot. You whipped around, mouth covered in porridge and hands messy from using them. At the sight before you, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized urgently to Ghost, who stood in the doorway of the kitchen, hand holding the door open from when he was coming inside. “I haven’t eaten properly in days and I just— I was so hungry.”

Ghost blinked at you, unmoving. He observed the mess on your face and the way your porridge-covered hands balled up at your sides. At first, he did nothing but stand there. Then, after a moment, he moved.

“Could’ve just said so,” he grumbled, walking over to the small stove and crouching down to light the wood beneath it to heat it up.

You watched with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden hospitality. His back was turned to you, so you couldn’t read the thoughts coursing through those eyes of his.

“Might want to clean yourself up,” he gruffed, peeking a look over his shoulder. “You look like a messy child.”

Embarrassment filled every part of you as you quickly made work of wiping the porridge off of your face, using a spare rag on the counter.

While you cleaned, he stood up from the stove once it was lit, grunting from the stress of his muscles. He sauntered across the kitchen, opening up various cabinets and pulling out vegetables to set them on the counter.

“What are you doing?” you asked. His head turned to look at you, narrowing his eyes before looking back through the cabinets.

“You said you’re hungry,” he said. “That porridge ain’t any good sittin’ out.”

It dawned on you that he was going to make you fresh food. Ghost.

You had thought he was simply going to heat up the remainder of the porridge in the pot, but you were wrong.

Something inside you felt unfamiliarly fuzzy.

“Oh,” you said, stumped. “Thank you, Ghost.”

Ghost froze in his movements, looking at you once again. His look this time was strange, or you assumed so from beneath the mask. It was hard to read him, so you always looked him in the eye for that extra step.

He blinked, then blinked again, before grunting with a nod and returning to his tasks.

The mood in the kitchen suddenly felt awkward. You didn’t move from your spot, even as he grabbed at a knife and began chopping at the vegetables. You wanted to say something, anything to shoo away the dizzying silence, but you didn’t know what.

Ghost was somebody you didn’t understand, and the two of you rarely talked. The last time you spoke, it was in horrible taste. As a matter of fact, it was this very kitchen that soured the relationship, if one could even call it that.

“Are you feeling well?” you dared to ask. He glanced at you briefly. “Your finger, I mean.”

Ghost faltered in his chopping before shaking it off. The knife collided with the wooden board he cut on, causing a thump thump thump.

“It’s fine,” he murmured, tone surprisingly soft. “Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

You nodded slowly, fiddling with your hands. “That’s quite well, then.”

Awkward. Painfully awkward. It was so suffocating, it felt like it was filling your throat and invading your lungs.

“I apologize,” Ghost said suddenly. It caused you to straighten up, eyebrows raising curiously. “For what I said to you.”

“What—” It dawned on you what he meant. The cruel words he told you the last time the two of you were alone together, the ones that struck you in the heart like daggers, were the ones he was apologizing for.

To say you were surprised was an understatement. You were absolutely baffled.

Ghost had only ever been ill-mannered towards you from the very beginning. He never shed a ray of light, only offering you misty shadows that you were trapped in.

“Oh,” you breathed out. “That— It’s alright. There is no bad blood, yes? I apologize as well.”

Ghost stopped chopping, staring down at the wooden block. He didn’t move, standing as still as a statue, before you saw his shoulders visibly relax.

“No bad blood,” he muttered to himself, but you heard it. “You’ve been through enough. No bad blood it is.”

The hole that had been in your chest since your arrival filled little by little. For the first time, it felt warm and whole and no longer a deep trench.

The air was no longer awkward, as it was now peaceful and accepting.

You couldn’t help the smile that grew at his words, and you offered a nod in return, content with the new look of a brighter future in the crew.

The porridge ended up tasting delightful when it was crafted from the hands of a man who showed you his first gesture of kindness. You gobbled it down greedily until your belly was full and your heart was satisfied.

Ghost and you didn’t speak after your short conversation, but he had the decency to serve you the food and give you a nod in farewell when he left to his quarters.

“You look happy, dove,” Gaz noted when you returned to his and Soap’s room. “Somethin’ happen?”

You fumbled for words due to the slight embarrassment from being so openly joyful. You didn’t realize your emotions were displayed right on your face for all to see.

“Yeah, ye look giddy,” Soap hummed, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Tell us.”

“Can I simply not express happiness?” you defended, waving them off with a hand.

“Not when the Captain had your arse last night, you don’t,” Gaz retorted. You scowled at the memory, causing him to snicker.

“Ghost apologized, that is all,” you admitted dismissively. “As did I. It is nice to know that one of you men know how to do such a thing.”

Gaz and Soap shared a look, both of their eyebrows furrowing. They seemed to have a silent conversation, one you weren’t apart of. Now it was your turn to be curious.

“Is something wrong with that?” you asked.

“No, no, dove, it’s not that,” Gaz assured.

“He’s just not the type to apologize,” Soap finished. His lips curled into a smile, one that was kind. It made your heart skip. “That’s a good thing, lass.”

You glanced between the two of them, trying to find anything you may be missing. You couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so you offered a smile in return.

For once, there wasn’t the weight of the world on your shoulders and you finally felt like you were apart of something, like you belonged.

And just when the odds were looking into your favor, they didn’t last long. You should’ve known.

The door to the quarters swung open with none other than the Captain. He looked around, starting with Gaz, then Soap, then finally, you.

“I’d like a word,” he requested, though you knew you didn’t have an option.

The last thing you wanted was to speak to him, but you knew the pot would only boil until it spilled over until you spoke properly, without the others around.

You nodded curtly, following behind him as the doors to Gaz and Soap shut.

Your eyes stayed to the Captain’s back as you walked. He was in casual wear, a simple billowy shirt and loose pants, and it was the first you’d seen him not so… uptight.

If he wasn’t such an ass, you’d even consider him handsome. But his attitude made him foul.

The walk was silent until you approached his quarters, to which he swiftly whisked you inside, shutting the two of you in. He said nothing as he approached his desk, taking a seat. He looked perplexed.

“I apologize for our conversation,” he said gruffly, glancing up at you from his chair. “But you must understand where I’m comin’ from.”

Your face contorted into confusion. That was hardly an apology. Even Ghost was better at administering one.

“I believe it’s the other way around, Captain,” you replied calmly, clasping your hands in front of you. “You are not the one involved in treachery such as I am.”

He cocked his head, lips pursing. His fingers tapped absentmindedly at his knee, and your eyes watched. The air was tense, and you could feel it in every movement of his.

“You’re right,” he sighed. “Forgive me. I forget your place too often. That I am sorry for.”

“And are you sorry for the way you’re handling things?” you questioned, pushing. “You are sorry for destroying my village, taking me away, treating me like a mutt? You are sorry for that as well?”

Price stiffened, eyes narrowing in on you. There was that familiar look of his, the warning. “I am sorry for doin’ what I had to do. But yes, I suppose I apologize for the rest.”

Some apology. You nearly laughed in his face at the absolute joke it all was.

“That’s not why I’ve called you in here.” Price stood from his desk. He shifted through the clutter atop it, spreading out the scraps and papers to reveal what you nearly forgot about. “Since you are so curious, you can look. That is the most I will give you.”

You shifted your attention to the scribbled map as well as the poem, ones that you’d seen the night you bathed in Price’s quarters.

"The one who heals the ill and poor

shall be the cure to all demise.

Washed away to land and shore

shall be the looking glass for ocean eyes.

Find the one that you shall seek to end the curse of Shadow's Peak."

“I don’t understand what any of this means, Captain.” You frowned at the poem, reaching out to hold it in your hand. The paper was thick and wrinkled, like it was older than you initially thought. “Shadow’s Peak. What is that?”

“It’s not a what. It’s a who,” he explained firmly. His expression was hardened like he’d just come back from war. “It’s the very reason I don’t want you meddlin’ in this mess until I’ve said so.”

“Then why are you showing me this?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“To quiet you down.” Price was completely serious, even after you thought he was bluffing. The look in his eyes said otherwise. “When I apologized to you for roping you into our mess, I meant it.”

“What mess?” you urged. The suspense was killing you. Price wasn’t giving you a lick of an idea what was going on. You were beginning to grow frustrated from the lack of answers. “What have you done, Price?”

“I have done nothin’,” he snapped in his own vexation. “There are things you don’t understand, dove, and it’s better that way. What must I do to keep you in the dark yet happy?”

You gawked at him. For a respected man, he had a horrible way with words. This you knew, yet the evidence grew tenfold the more you spoke.

“You expect me to be happy, do you?” You scoffed in disbelief. “Have you forgotten how we’ve gotten here?”

“I have not.”

“Then why have you taken everything from me? You cannot humor me when I very much deserve the truth?” you roared, tossing the poem back on his desk.

He watched it flutter down, a hint of a wince on his face before he returned to the cold outer shell.

“You’re a horrible man, John Price. You’ve gifted me nothing but sorrow and agony since the moment you took me prisoner on your ship, and now you cannot give me one simple answer as to why!”

“I can no longer tell you because we care!” he proclaimed. You felt that familiar rush of confusion, but before you could question him, he beat you to it. “We were not meant to care for you, we simply needed you. If I tell you the truth much too soon, then all hell will raise. I will never forgive myself for throwin’ the only other person that my men have begun to care for outside of themselves into a sinkin’ grave.”

Price’s fist slammed on the desk, expression his conflict and the stir of his own confusion. The sound was loud, cracking against the wood and startling you.

Noticing this, his angered expression mixed with guilt and a pain you haven’t seen before. It was pitiful. What reflected back at you was no Captain. It was a disheveled, sad man who hadn’t a clue how to navigate the world like he did the seas.

“Please, bear with me for a little while, dove,” he pleaded, and the sound made your heart hurt. “I cannot allow it.”

While Price’s chest heaved from the outburst of his sudden confession, your own heart was thumping out of your chest. Your throat felt dry and tight, as if air was struggling to pass through.

You didn’t understand. You were so, so lost.

The Captain and his crew were brutes. They didn’t care for the lives of your village, nor the ones before it. They were pirates, bred as thieves and murderers.

They were cold-hearted criminals.

Except that wasn’t all they were. They were people with fucked up history just as much as the next person, only their paths aligned much differently than another’s.

As you looked at the man before you, with eyes begging to be seen, you felt a change of heart. You had no reason to feel selfless towards him, nor any of them, yet you had no family and no home to retreat to.

Even back at home in the comfort of your village, you were longing for more. You lived alone, ate alone, slept alone, breathed alone.

Perhaps Price and you are two sides of the same coin in your own way.

“You care for me?” you asked in a murmur. Your hesitancy was evident in your tone. It was hushed and reserved. “That is why you have treated me so poorly, Captain?”

“Yes,” he uttered in defeat. “We all do. That is why you must have patience with me, dove. You must understand that I have to go about this carefully. Will you trust me?”

To be cared for besides a woman who pitied you such as Mary did felt foreign. In a village that taunted your individuality, you never truly felt at home.

You desperately wanted to belong somewhere, and you knew if you ran far, far away from the ship and crafted a life of your own on the Mainland, things wouldn’t look much different.

You studied Price some more, flickering your eyes along the lines of his face. You took in the wrinkles by his eyes and the softness his irises held.

Fate worked in weird ways, but it also held hope that the path it took you on was smooth sailing.

You’d always been a bit of an optimist.

“Okay,” you agreed softly, sealing the deal to a future unknown.

[shigironki]

I finally created my girls hero outfit!

Her name is calyx (my name surprisingly kdkfkdks) her quirk is using the powers of astrology (becoming the signs and using their powers)

She’s currently being shipped with aziawa and present mic!!

[two-red-lungs]

Wait so if we have all the NSFW what about poly? Nsfw? Like you've managed to catch attention and keep it? What would it be like? Please and thank you!

Oh man. Poly!LostBoys is my specialty. They would be... insane. It would be a borderline terrifying environment to be in. Here's my take on being in a poly four-part relationship with all the boys.

Poly!LostBoys Headcanons (NSFW):

First of all, consider yourself insanely lucky. AND horribly unlucky. Lucky because you didn't end up with your throat ripped out like most people. Unlucky because, well... now you're on their radar.

Somehow, if you've magically managed to catch the attention of all four of them? And intensely enough that they're willing to share? Oh man. Your life is over.

Because normally they care so little about human life. That doesn’t change when they find you. But you, you’re different to them. You’re “not like other humans.”

Basically, you belong to them now. Possessive and under-boundaried x 4. You will never know a moment of peace.

But if you're into that, congrats, you've won the jackpot.

In a poly relationship with the boys, there is always someone with you. Doesn't matter when you are: they're walking you arm-and-arm down the street, keeping tabs on you from their bike and glaring at you through your work window, standing out in the hall while they wait for you to get out of the bathroom. It's borderline intimidation.

"Whatcha doin' baby? Don't be like that baby. Come with us baby. C'mere baby." It's RELENTLESS. Someone's always got a hand on your hip or shoulder, or demanding a kiss or for you to sit on their lap.

Basically, you're a toy.

Because to them, you’re theirs, they are very protective. Nobody gets near you, not even physically. Marko hisses at people. David just stares murderously. Anyone eyeing you up will end up dead.

You're manhandled 24/7 because the boys don't know how to contextualize their strength. I'm talking being lifted up and placed on bikes, grabbed by the upper arm hard enough to bruise. Having arms slung over your shoulders and being crushed to their sides. Dragged over to dance so hard your shoulder nearly dislocated.

The attention is addictive though, holy shit. Their eyes are always on you, watching everything you do like it fascinates them. They point-blank tell you how hot you are to them, how much they like you, etc.

David can tell the second you're hungry and rallies the boys for dinner. Dwayne is your watchdog: he's always keeping tabs on you and your environment with that smoulder. Paul is constantly touchy and sensual: brushing your hair to the side and kissing your neck, holding you against his lap and grinding into you in public. Marko becomes part of the animal kingdom: winning you plushies, giving you trophies, not-so-subtly rubbing himself on you so you smell like him.

You get moved out of wherever you live immediately and have to live with them. You'll probably have to quit whatever job you have, too. Your life ends up revolving around the four of them.

So they never ever leave you alone, your personal space is constantly invaded, you are basically not allowed to have friends or family outside of them anymore... but hey? The sex is good.

The sex is so fucking good oh my god oh my GOD.

They’re a bunch of 20-somethings permanently stuck with their high sex drive, only now they all have several decades of experience. 

For starters, you’re cumming every night. Probably multiple times. Like, the boys don’t understand that you need recovery time and it’s rare that you beg them well enough to give you a rest day.

Expect threesomes on a regular basis. Paul rutting against your ass while David smokes and fingers you, or maybe Marko demanding a blowjob and Paul wandering over and you jerking him off with a mouthful of dick.

Either way you are in, like, a constant state of having to wipe cum off of you lmaoooo it’s very sisyphus and his boulder 

I think David gets the final say in most things, and sort of acts like a ‘director’ with the boys taking their cues from him. If David turns to Paul and says “Our doll is lookin’ a little lonely, don’t you think?” You’d better believe Paul is going to bend you over the couch in the cave and rail you asap

Dwayne is always last in line. Not because he lowest in the pecking order, far from it, really he’s the muscle and enforcement, but because he is hung. You really need to be fucked open before he’ll even fit inside you.

So expect Marko to give you a mindblowing orgasm and leave you limp and panting and Dwayne will pounce on you and ease himself into you. He’s been waiting for this.

And sex with all of them at once?? Hoooo man. Strap in and bring a water bottle. They are demanding.

They’ll coo about how pretty you look even when you’re fucked-out and exhausted, lifting your head to ease their cock into your mouth. Those boys will make you cum. Probably to the point of passing out. And they’ll tease you and mock you, rubbing you till you’re overstimulated and crying.

Being boxed in by four horny vampires caressing you, playing with your hair, stripping your clothes off, is probably the most intimidating and sexy thing you’ll ever experience.

TL:DR it’s a lot. Is the poly relationship worth it? Who knows. It kind of depends on how crazy you are.

[puppetmaster13u]

Oh man, siren-esque could be fun. I don't think it's like, straight up hypnotizing, but I bet their voices and sounds carry. (Also love the idea of various levels of noise mimicry) Bet their voices catch your attention immediately. Bet it's some mix of huh that's weird/pretty and something about that is Not Right/Predatory.

You know what? I bet the whole prank is going to end in the batkids reveal. Well. More like a reveal of surprise, we're a family >:D I mean, Red Hood definitely gets revealed to the league and hero teams after they end up catching him & Batman comes storming in because his Baby Boy-

Gosh I love them having bioluminescent freckles (what if they act similar to heat pits or the pores sharks have to sense electrical currents in the water) that sometimes flicker or reflect light.

Also, Tiny Tim! Tiny Tim in the pool learning how to swim- oh my god they need to learn how to swim twice (in both forms)- and getting to be part of the family is great! Oh my god I bet Bruce will nap on his back in the water and hold his babies like an otter.

And he definitely has a pearl saved for each of his children, that's not even a question. Bet Alfred has one as well. (Jason definitely cries when he recognizes it among the things he'd been buried with.

And yeah, in some continuities Selina and Bruce have a daughter, Helena. (Love how this implies he's in a healthy poly or open relationship lol)

Bet if Talia does get affected by the curse her appearance is influenced by the Lazarus Pits. Bet she has some bright green bioluminescence that matches the pits near exact. Some pike vibes and some shark or snapper too. Long and predatory.

Her and Selina definitely talk about different felines, you're so right. Ras is like, the most violent hippie grandpa lol. A little insane, very enthusiastic (mans is so emotional in the comics idk wtf people are doin in the fanfics lol) and probably is celebrating Talia and Bruce getting back together officially. I mean, he did want Bruce as his heir and now he's sort of getting that. It's close enough for him! He's the crazy rich you don't usually talk about in public but who always sends the wildest gifts for holidays.

Oh my god I bet the kids all have big fish plushies that's like the same size as them to cuddle with that are scented. Mostly for like, if they're injured and Bruce says no to shifting (some injuries definitely could be made worse if you're literally moving and changing around ones bones and other organs)

I bet the first to figure it out? Martian Manhunter or Superman. Bet one of the kids or even Bruce lets a thought slip (purposely or accidentally) about how this is going to be so freaking funny, don't ruin this it's hilarious, plz- And Superman has memorized Bruce's heartbeat. Now I don't know if something like that would change with forms, but I wouldn't be surprised if it would since lungs and such would too thanks to now being amphibious.

You're so right in Gotham being something like lovecraftian cryptids and fae towards atlanteans. Bet the batkids (and their Gothamite friends, you can't tell me Duke doesn't keep in contact with his We Are Robin movement, mans founded that shit) make it even worse on purpose. Mimics sounds and calls passing atlanteans over, inviting them into the deathly waters that is surely pure poison to the creatures of the sea. They're having fun >:)

Mermay Special Prompt 3

“Are you kidding? No one goes to Gotham, that place is like,” Aquaman made a motion with his hand, a not-quite grimace on his face. “Like things should not be living in the water, like it should be impossible, and things should be dead, but they aren’t and it’s like, like the equivalent of an undead apocalypse over there!” 

Bruce rolled his eyes behind his cowl, taking a sip of his coffee as the others continued drinking. Socialize, they said, it’ll be fine they said. Well excuse him, but the waters weren’t that bad. Sure there were always dumped bodies, and chemicals from the rogue attacks, but it was far worse at one point.

One thing he’ll always be relieved for is how the… curse (thank you broken statuette back in the beginning of his vigilante career that fused with the other many curses of Gotham) made the people of Gotham actually care about the waters around them. 

Though also, he couldn’t help but thank anything that might be listening for the fact that the curse only interacted with Gotham waters, because losing legs with any risk of a drop of water would be downright annoying. 

“No dude, you don’t understand, no one goes there for a reason! That shit is horrific- someone saw a big thing with bits of rebar stabbed straight through it and still chased after a big alligator-thing!” Oh. Oh that had been him. Oops. Hopefully his kids didn’t find out about this, but they were probably already on the cameras. Dammnit. 

[i-arch-my-backula]

Hiya Zig!

What do ya think the poly lost boys would do if their S/O got jumped (deviate they hang around the boys and I’d imagine they’re not popular with everyone) and then the S/O tries to hide it?

Hope you’re doin good!

-♠️

Omg spade anon of course I can write about the vampires that fill my heart. I've never been in like a serious fight. I've gotten into like scraps with my siblings but never punches being thrown and shit like that. The ending is a bit rushed because I wanted to get this out for you but I hope you like this.

Warnings: Mentions of injury and violence against reader, strong language

It's been three days since the boys have seen you. They called every day and you made an excuse about being busy or getting sick and denied their offers of help. While on your way back home some people who aren't too fond of the boys jumped you and left you with nasty bruises and some cuts. The cuts have scabbed over but the bruises left behind are blue and purple all over. You know they'd never let you out of their sight again if they saw you like this.

You know you'll have to see them soon so you picked up some makeup from a drugstore and now you're sitting at your desk, looking over a makeup book on how to cover up bruises. You'd blame the cuts on getting attacked by a stray cat in your neighborhood. You're putting some conceler on a bruise on your neck. When a big gust of wind blows through your open window. The sun has just recently set about ten minutes ago so you thought to get in the last little bit of fresh air before it became dark. You put down the brush you're using to blend out the makeup and walk over to your window.

You go to pull it closed when a hand pulls it back open. You jump back but relax when you see who's hand it is. Marko's here and from what you hear so are the other boys.

"Jesus you scared me. What are you doing here?" You ask, stepping back to let them in.

"We came to check on you. What the hell happened to you? You're more bruises than actual skin." Marko asks. The other boys file in and you return to your desk. You grab the makeup again and start to apply it to on of the bruises on your neck.

"I got in a nasty accident while riding my actual bike ok? I'm fine." You say blending out the makeup. Paul and Marko have both taken seats on your bed. Dwayne and David are still standing, giving each other looks.

"We know that's a lie darling. What the hell actually happened." Dwayne asks. You huff a bit and focus on your refection.

"I'm serious I got in a nasty accident on my actual bike ok? I crashed into someone else and fell pretty hard on the concrete." You double down.

"You would've gotten scrapes instead of long cuts like that," David comments, "Who hurt you?" You focus on blending out the makeup instead of looking at the boys.

"I don't know who jumped me so I can't tell you."

"Well you should have told us as soon as it happened!" Paul almost shouts.

"I never meant to worry you ok? I'm fine now and if I ever see them again I'll let you guys know. Now if I can finish getting ready we can go out to the boardwalk." The boys all mumble their agreements and you go back to covering up your bruises.

Eventually you go out with the boys and head onto the board walk. They seem a bit more on guard than usual of course but you easily Pull Paul away to ease up a bit with you. You're enjoying your time with the boys tonight. You've pretty much forgotten about the soreness of your bruises while you watch Paul distract a carrnie as Marko steals you a stuffed animal. Eventually you went back to the cave with the boys.

You knew they weren't gonna let you go home tonight. They've gotta watch you so that nothing bad happens to you again. But you don't mind. You're too busy being cuddled up with four hot vampires.

[luminnara]

Nesting | alpha!kiribaku x omega!reader fluff

Something soft and fluffy w a/b/o dynamics w kiribaku? Or just one of them if you don’t do poly things

Oh ho ho, don’t you worry I LOVE poly things! I especially love kiribaku x reader because like, how can you NOT lol

I made this super sweet and nice because I crave that feel good fluff! This is SFW but there’s a little mention of some adult stuff. Nothing past that though!

Requests are open!

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

Having two alphas wasn’t typical, at least not as far as you knew. Yeah, you were sure that there were all kinds of people and arrangements out there, but you had never really heard of alphas being willing to share an omega. Most of the time, they just got too possessive; when alphas went into ruts or omegas into heats, the pheromones being pumped into the air were sometimes strong enough to ruin entire friendships.

Not for you, though.

When the three of you became a thing, there was no drama. There was no fighting between the two boys, no conflict. You hadn’t really set out to date both of them, but, well...one thing led to another, and next thing you knew, you were all living in an apartment together, and you had two big mating marks on your neck.

It all happened so naturally. It was almost as if the three of you were fated to be together, or something. Yeah, you had your disagreements—Katsuki’s temper was infamous, and Eijiro could almost be too nice sometimes—but what relationship didn’t have a few spats here and there? Your fights never lasted long, and all in all, you were happier than you ever thought possible.

“I’m home!” Eijiro’s voice called, followed by the sound of the door closing.

But of course you already knew. You could smell him the second he walked in, and you were already up and running towards him.

“Whoa, hey!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, catching you easily and grinning that shark grin of his. “Miss me or somethin’?”

“I always do,” you smiled, hooking your arms around his neck.

His hands settled on your butt as he held you, and he nuzzled into your neck. Both alphas always wanted to be covered in your scent, but Kirishima especially loved it, constantly shoving his nose against the glands and sometimes rubbing his entire head over them. He once told you that he liked being able to smell you on him even when you weren’t around, and the thought of him strutting around at the agency, absolutely reeking of you, made you blush whenever it crossed your mind.

“Is Katsuki home yet?” He asked, walking you down the entry hall and into the living room.

“No,” you sighed. “I think he’s working late tonight...”

You tried not to let your disappointment sound in your voice, but it was impossible to hide anything from Eijiro. He knew how stressful it could be, with both him and Katsuki working as some of the top pro heroes in the city. There were plenty of days where they both came home late, too tired to do anything other than drag themselves into bed and curl up around you. It had a tendency to leave you feeling dejected and alone, and lately, you had taken up a new hobby to try to distract yourself.

Well...hobby was a loose word. It was more just...something you had found yourself with the sudden urge to do, and tonight, the fruits of your labor were finally ready to be revealed.

When Kirishima stepped into the living room, he stopped, and you knew he had seen it.

“Hey, is that...?” He asked, voice trailing off as he stared.

You wiggled out of his arms, beaming up at him as soon as you were standing on your own. “A nest? Sure is!”

The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The living room floor was covered in blankets and pillows, all strategically piled up to form the best, coziest nest you could make. As Kirishima took a step closer, he spotted a few of his shirts and hoodies mixed in, a grin finding its way onto his face.

“Babe,” he finally spoke up, his voice soft, “are you really nesting?”

A small blush crept to your cheeks as you nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah, I guess so...I dunno where it came from really, I just started getting the urge to make it...”

Suddenly, he swept you up into his arms again, a loud, humming purr vibrating in his chest as he gave you a squeeze with those strong arms of his. “It looks amazing, baby.”

You sighed happily, relaxing against him. “Do...do you wanna come try it out with me?”

He almost dropped you again in shock. “H-huh?”

“Yeah!” you freed yourself from his grip once more and grabbed his hand, giving him a tug. 

“Y-you trust me enough...?” his face was adorably surprised, eyes wide as he let you pull him towards your nest.

“Well yeah, duh!” you plopped down in the center of all the blankets and clothes, smiling up at him as he stood over you. “Of course I trust you...you and Katsuki are the best alphas anyone could ask for. Why do you think I felt safe enough to even make a nest?”

You could swear you saw some tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. “Fuck, I love you so much...”

“Then c’mere, silly,” you laughed lightly, patting the space next to you. 

He finally obliged, hunkering down and sighing happily as he surrounded himself with your scent. The nest was cozy, but big enough for three, and as you waited for Katsuki to get home, you found yourself chattering to Eijiro about exactly how it was made, what shirts you had snagged from his and Katsuki’s drawers, why you had piled up those pillows over there and those way over there, why every single plush in the apartment was strategically placed on top of everything else, and why he kept finding more and more of his belongings buried amongst the blankets. 

“Babe, this is mine,” he said, holding up an old, fraying wallet. 

“Yes, and?” you snatched it out of his hand, tucking it back in its spot. “You never use it. And it smells just like you.”

He chuckled, putting an arm around you and pulling you up against his chest while he continued to explore the nest. “Still can’t believe you went and did all this so quickly. You must have been working nonstop all day.”

You puffed up proudly, but before you had the chance to reply, you heard the door slam open and the sound of heavy boots stomping in. A warm, smoky-cinnamon smell wafted in, and you trilled happily. Katsuki was finally back home, and as you stood up on your knees, you saw him kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat up by the door. 

“Oy, I’m home,” he called tiredly, too busy putting on his house slippers to glance over at you yet. “Shitty hair, where are you? You make it back alive today?”

“Still in one piece, Katsuki,” Kirishima laughed, leaning back on his hand as you shot out of your nest to greet your other alpha.

“That’s something, I guess.” Bakugou grunted, turning towards the kitchen. He was moving slowly, like all of his muscles ached and he just wanted to go to bed. 

You weren’t about to let him, though. Not yet.

“Katsukiiiiiii,” you called, scrambling up onto the couch to get a better look at him. 

“Hey there, kitten.” he tossed his bag down in its usual place at the table, finally looking up at you. 

You saw his usually harsh gaze soften as his red eyes met yours, something close to the beginning of a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Katsuki was a rough guy, always grumpy even while he was out there being one of the best heroes in the city, but at home, he was quieter. Home was a safe place for him, and even though he was still a handful, he was your handful, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world...although right now, you were starting to get irritated by the fact that he had yet to see the nest you worked so hard on.

“What’re you two losers doin’ down there?” he asked, walking towards you lazily. “Fuckin’ on the living room floor, without me?”

“Katsuki, come on.” you rolled your eyes. 

“What? It’s a valid question.” he said as he finally reached you, placing his hands over yours where they rested on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, tilting his head up for you in an open invitation. “Miss me today?”

You nuzzled up against his chin, feeling him relax around you as you pumped out a happy, pheromone-filled scent for him. “Why don’t you take a look at what I spent all day doing, and then you tell me?”

He sighed, grumbling something under his breath as he cracked his eyes open. Then, he fell absolutely still, and when you pulled back and looked up at him, you saw that he was staring, eyes wide in disbelief. He had frozen completely, as if he had absolutely no idea how to process what he was seeing.

“Like it?” you asked, following his gaze back to your nest. 

Kirishima was still sitting in the center of it, resting one arm on his knee while he supported his weight on the other. There was a gentle, lazy smile on his face, and as he saw that Bakugou wasn’t moving, he tossed his head. “Katsuki, come see what our little omega worked so hard on.”

“Yeah, Katsuki.” you hopped off the couch, walking around the end of it to take his hand and drag him towards your nest. “Come join us.”

He let you pull him down, and for a moment, all he could do was take a deep breath and inhale the scents of his two mates. Ever so slowly, his face relaxed, and as the three of you snuggled in, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“What do you think?” you asked, getting cozy between your two boys.

“It’s fucking perfect, baby.” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Guess we’re not too bad at this whole alpha thing after all, huh?” Kirishima asked, leaning forward to greet Bakugou with a light kiss. 

“Never said we were.” Katsuki huffed, bristling for a moment before he calmed down. “Still...there are some alphas who never get to see their omega’s nest, let alone be invited in. I guess...you must feel pretty safe with us.”

“I do!” you chirped, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over yourself. “I’m happy. Well...I made this nest because I was getting so lonely during the day, and I wanted to be able to smell you guys while you were gone...”

The boys frowned at each other. 

“...but just making it made me feel better.”

You heard Katsuki sigh in relief as Eijiro gently headbutted you. 

“We have been working a lot lately...” he said quietly. 

“So we’ll change that,” Katsuki said roughly. “Our omega comes before anything. If you aren’t happy, what’s the point?”

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face as you tugged them both down for a kiss, one by one. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in your nest, falling asleep on top of your boys, happy to finally, finally be getting the quality time you had been missing so much lately.

[skeleboiii84]

idk if ur comfy with poly stuff but if you are can we see some UT sans x y/n x UF sans fluff? Just y/n and their 2 lazy husbones. ignore if this is too uncomfy. Love ur writing. :3 <3

Awwh! You're too sweet Darling! <3 thank you ❤

And yes ofc, this is a safe haven for as many lazy husbones as you wish😊 now please enjoy your lazy husbone fluff :3

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Come on boys you can share❤🖤

(UF! Sans X UT! Sans X reader)

"Hmnn" you hummed sleepily rubbing your heavy eye, you looked over both your shoulders to see both your boyfriends cuddling one side of your body. You loved the way they snuggled up to you on either side like two small cats snuggled up to their owner.

You giggled at the thought before placing a soft kiss on both of their foreheads. When red slowly opened a tired eye socket "the hell a'ya doin' up sweetheart?" He asked, his voice was low and raspy which made your heart skip a few beats. "Admiring you~" you playfully teased and gave him a wink.

He scoffed before tugging you from sans' grip into his own. Sans almost whined at the lost of contact with you, you and red giggled at sans' little lonely whine before he too popped opened an eye socket.

"Hey, that ain't fair you hoggin' Y/N like that", sans tiredly tried to steal you away from red but he stuck his ground, you felt his grip get tighter around your waist as he nearly growled at sans. Before you knew it the two of them were acting like little toddlers fighting over the last cookie.

You snrked, then giggled, then let out a laugh you couldn't help it. "Hey! what're you laughin at!? " they both said at the same time nearly forgetting the fact that it was your hips they were fighting over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", you said still giggling a little at them. " you two are just so cute, I can't help but laugh", they stared at each other for a second then at you then back at each other again. They both dusted in a light blush before going back to they're original places.

They both looked away from you, still trying to hide the growing blush on their face. "Now come on boys", you said in a motherly tone which caught they're attention, " you can share can't you? ", you winked at them before they buried they're faces in your shirt.

"Y-yeah well next time im the big spoon", sans nearly laughed, "seriously, come on you know I do it the best" said red still snuggling his nasal bringe in your back. "True true", you and sans admitted at the same time.

"Alright alright I think we should all get some sleep now who's with me? " you said but they were way ahead of you and were already asleep. You sighed before kissing them once again before settling into their arms and falling back to sleep.

You've never felt more safe. 💙❤

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This was actually my first time writing about a Polly and I have to say I did enjoy writing this!

Hope this brings you comfort sweetie enjoy!<3

[phantomenby]

Let me at 'em

Hi babe, could you do an imagine for poly!lost boys where their s/o beats a bitches ass for them? Go as graphic or descriptive as you feel

TW// violence, slight homophobia

This ones a little short but I hope you like it <3

It wasn't uncommon for the boys to get in a tussle while tracking chaos across the boardwalk, especially considering their well know rivalry with the surf nazis, not that the boys really cared since it was more of a means of justifying mass murder. The cops tended to look over gang crime as a natural process in life, a couple of hundred dollar bills across their desk and suddenly they had just taken a little too much of the good stuff.

Usually, you let the boys go off on their own, choosing to enjoy the little stalls and fair games that changed with the seasons while they hunted for their next victims. Tonight was different, you had been irritated after one of the new security guards tried to drag you away from your boys, it was safe to say he wouldn't be showing up to work tomorrow.

You were playing one of the bottle toss games with Marko and Paul, you and Paul were both failing miserably but Marko was succeeding with every throw. Not that it mattered, Dwayne had already stolen the prize you all wanted while David distracted the attendant, a young doe eyes brunette. It was a bag of candy, tootsie pops, bubble gum and sour sweets were waiting for the three of you to dig in. But you had already paid so you were going to enjoy the game for a little bit, Paul had already stolen a pile of hoops so it could go on for a while before he ran out.

None of them noticed their favourite group of asshole coming up behind the three of you, reeking of beer and cheap hotdogs. Shelly, Skunk, Spiky, Riff Raff and five others you weren't familiar with. You only noticed something wrong when Marko had stepped in behind you, shielding your body as Dwayne and David returned to his side, the attendant returning to take the hoops Paul had stolen with a chiding remark.

Not that he cared, turning and throwing an arm over your shoulder as his dopey grin fell at the sight of his least favourite people. Whining under his breath how they had to ruin their night with you.

"What are ya doin here freak" Skunk spat his words at you, his arm squeezed tight around Shelly as she laughed at you. How can a person be so greasy.

It was quite entertaining really, watching them stumble about like a bunch of newborn deers, you wondered if they would have had the confidence to do this while sober.

"Just playing game rat" David didn't hesitate to throw the same energy bad at them as he curled his fists, this would go how it always went, the surf nazis would start a fight and the boys would win, and then they would get to enjoy a late-night snack.

"You defending your little whore huh? Don't think we don't know that you all fuck each other, dirty queers," you bristled at that, yes there was a good bit of truth behind his words but it wasn't like a cretin like him was allowed to judge you. As far as you were concerned he could wipe out half the state with whatever diseases he was carrying.

Your boys were standing at attention now, waiting for David's signal to end the group in front of them, even some of the surf nazis who were at the back of your opponents were looking on edge.

They knew better than to mess with you.

It took a pathetic push from Skunk to set them off, his sweaty hand pushing David back less than an inch before a gloved fist met his jaw. Shelly was screaming in rage, going for David before he threw her back, the other three vampires moving in to kick down any of the others who tried to touch their leader.

In doing so they had left you defenseless, and Shelly didn't waste a moment to lunge at your form. Side-stepping her was easy, letting her face meet the stall behind you as you laughed, only enraging her more. She growled as she turned to face you, fists raised like she was preparing to strike.

Idiot

Yeah, you were human, but you also took self defense classes til you were sixteen, something your dad insisted on so that you wouldn't have to rely on anyone else to protect you.

As she half ran and half stumbled towards you you prepared yourself, spinning and kicking her in the side as she let out a vile screeching noise. Honestly, you were surprised she still got up. Not that it lasted long as you delivered the final blow, a strong uppercut, smiling triumphantly as she fell back down and spat out blood. Looking around you realised the boys were mostly done and the boardwalk guards were heading your way, their stumpy forms trying to force their way through the overpowering crowds surrounding the fight.

You grabbed the bag of sweets Dwayne had dropped before jumping onto his back, whispering in his ear as he signaled to the others that it was time to leave, they would return later to finish them off. Running and jumping off the side with you still firmly placed across his back, whooping and hollering as you laughed at the pathetic face of Vernon as he caught his breath.

Thank fuck you hadn't left your bikes there tonight.

[purple-babygirl]

learn to be careful

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky's carelessness during a mission earns him punishment from reader and Sam (their soft spot for him eventually wins though).

Word Count: 2895

Warnings: smut, nsfw, sub(bish)!Bucky, polyamory, edging, orgasm denial, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, some man x man action, anal play (I think?), oral (m&f receiving). 18+ content.

A/N: This is just pure filth because I'm needy for these soldiers tbh xx. [first time writing Sam, first time writing poly, first time writing sub!m, first time being this horny.]

“Baby, please,” Bucky panted.

Her lubed hand was ruthless on his hard cock as she moved it up and down. Another firm squeeze had Bucky writhing and whining, his hips momentarily jerking upwards before he settled back down on the bed like the good boy he was. He was desperate to cum, and her hold on his weeping member was pure torture, but he knew he deserved every second of it.

“What do you want, love?” the calmness of her voice drove him even more insane. She preserved a composed tone, heavily contrasting his needy, out-of-breath one, her hand never stopping its languid movement on his dick.

“Wanna cum. Please, princess. Please, let me cum,” the strong man whined more, metal hand grabbing the sheets while his flesh one pulled at his own hair.

“How we doin’? How much have you ruined for him so far?” Sam asked, strolling into their bedroom with a drink before giving her lips a sweet kiss.

“Thirteen,” Bucky panted, eyes tightly shut.

“Damn, girl! You’re being mean tonight!” Sam joked, looking at her concentrating face.

“I mean who’s counting, right?” she glared at Bucky.

“Our boy Buck here obviously is.” Sam chuckled lightly, his hand cupping Bucky’s right cheek.

Bucky’s face melted into Sam’s delicate touch, glistening eyes looking up, silently begging him to talk her into having some mercy on him.

He knew Sam couldn’t help him though. In fact, he thought Sam was just as mad at him as she was if not more; he was just chiller when it came to punishments.

During their latest mission, Sam had told him time and time again not to go down that hall alone; he was on his way to him. But Bucky being Bucky pretended he didn’t hear him and went anyway. Once he got himself a bullet in the shoulder as a result of not listening, they were home and she was furious. Her worry and Sam’s telling of what happened started a fire under her skin. Why couldn’t Bucky just be careful? Did he have any respect for her feelings at all? And when she angrily asked him how many bullet holes he was ready to give himself before he finally acted carefully? He said "I mean who's counting, right?", chuckling and provoking her even more. She’d patiently waited for him to heal completely, babying him and taking care of him. Bucky savored her kindness while he could, knowing it was merely the calm before the storm. And when he was finally okay, she left him on edge for three days before she ordered that he takes his clothes off and lays on his back ‘for her’ today.

Sam took a seat beside Bucky’s heaving body, leaning in and capturing his lips gently, teasingly pulling away every time Bucky tried to deepen the kiss. Bucky whined but couldn’t argue. He owed Sam too for scaring the shit out of him back there.

She took one look up when she heard the sound leave Bucky’s throat and the scene in front of her made her swallow a whimper, rubbing her thighs together. Without warning, she took Bucky’s red tip in her mouth and sucked harshly. She’s missed him so much, and she was holding back all the while he was healing. She needed Bucky as much as he needed her, but she had to get her point across. He couldn’t just walk around taking bullets like he was some immortal god.

Bucky gasped in Sam’s mouth when he felt her hot one close around his aching tip, his moans and groans getting swallowed by the man above him. Bucky’s fingers found Sam’s biceps and dug, pulling Sam closer to him. He was drowning in all the sensations radiating through his body. Sam’s warm tongue was tangled with his, tasting and caressing while her tongue swirled around the red, dripping head of his cock.

She moaned around Bucky’s cock when she tasted more of his precum, his taste tickling her taste buds. Bucky gulped loudly at the feeling and almost choked when he felt Sam pinch his nipple.

“’m gonna cum,” Bucky mewled, momentarily breaking the kiss.

Both she and Sam stopped touching Bucky once the words left his mouth, denying him release again.

“Please,” he cried, his head hitting the pillow in grievance over another lost orgasm.

Sam’s hand was back to Bucky’s cheek, thumb wiping away the tears wetting his cheeks.

“Next time you wanna endanger yourself on a mission, think about this, baby boy.” She pressed one kiss to his happy trail before getting up and walking to the bathroom to wash the lube off of her hands.

“I’m sorry. I- please- I need you,” Bucky begged both her and Sam through tears, making her heartache as she turned off the tap. All her plans to leave him hard and unsatisfied for the night were flushed down the drain.

When she got out of the bathroom and actually took in her man, her heart lurched between her ribs with all the love she had for him. Bucky looked so beautiful like this. His hair matted on his forehead and his face, reddish, stained with tears. A sheen of sweat covered his sculpted chest, strong thighs spread and between them his painfully hard, leaking cock was dripping precum where it bowed near his v-line. His hoarse voice was begging and his body was desperate for a release. Bucky was perfect and he was all hers and Sam’s.

Sam and she exchanged looks and decided it was enough punishment for Bucky tonight. They just wanted to take care of him now.

She wiped her wet hands on a towel and came closer to Bucky, “shh, it’s alright, love. We’re gonna give you what you want. It’s okay.”

She cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead lovingly, moving his hair out of the way before letting her hand wander down his chest, “you did so well for us, Bucky baby.” Bucky’s eyes closed, feeling safe under their fond touches.

“We love you, Bucky. You know that right?” she pecked his nose.

“I know. I love you too, princess,” Bucky whispered, his blue eyes looking into hers reassuringly, “I love you too, Sam,” he told the man still stroking his damp cheek.

“I love you too, Buck.” Sam smiled at him warmly.

“You ready, love?” Bucky nodded quickly to her question, making her chuckle adoringly.

Before anyone could register what had happened, they were all naked and fighting for breath. Bucky was sat against the headboard of their large bed with her on top of him, riding his cock slowly, feeling every ridge and vein every time he slipped inside her. He filled her up to the brim, his tip poking her cervix as his hips helplessly bucked up, fucking into her. Her face was pulled to the side and she was choking on Sam’s big cock, fist stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth.

“Oh fuck! I love this pussy.” Bucky’s hands cupped her bouncing breasts, the contrast between hot flesh and cold metal driving her wild as her nipples experienced the pinches of both.

Sam pushed further down her throat, craving the warmth and tightness of it all, “that’s it, princess. Take it all." Sam looked like a god standing over both of them, feeding her his dick. His grunts when she hollowed out her cheeks around his length made her pussy gush around Bucky's dick as she grew wetter and wetter for her sexy men. She looked like she came straight out of a porno, but it was heaven to her.

“Fuck,” Sam groaned at the sensation, keeping one hand in her hair while the other tugged at Bucky’s. The man’s warm tongue felt heavenly on him.

She was gurgling and sputtering around Sam’s cock as her hips adamantly rocked on top of Bucky. She thought everything happening was enough for her to tumble into her first orgasm, but no. Bucky proved her wrong, making the fire in the pit of her lower tummy intensify when he nodded forward, kitten licking on Sam’s balls by her chin.

Bucky's fingers tugged harder at her nipples, teasing her and she whined louder, the sounds muffled inside her full throat. Her pussy was squeezing Bucky like a vice whenever Sam's tucks on her scalp got harsher.

“I’m so close,” Bucky muttered, his hot breath fanning against Sam’s tightening balls. Her pussy was clamping down on him and he’s already been edged a bunch that night.

“Come for us, Buck. Fill our favourite girl up,” Sam told him because he knew she wouldn’t be able to, thrusting into her mouth faster to chase his own climax.

Sam’s words had her whimpering around his cock, her wide, teary eyes gazing up at him, making a groan bubble in his chest as his hips stuttered. She was close, but not really there yet. She didn’t care though, she wanted Bucky to cum. She’s been teasing him all night and she felt evil.

“Shit, I’m cumming. I’m-” Bucky swore before he was cut off by his own pleasure. His hips lifted off the bed as he sheathed himself in her wet tightness, closing his eyes and letting go.

Bucky’s warm cum filled her pussy, making her clench more around his sensitive dick. He hissed, panting and kind of drained but didn’t dare pull out of her. He wanted another go; he wanted her to cum on his cock.

“Fuck, just like that, baby. Almost there,” Sam moaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he guided her further down his length, “take it.”

The sounds that left Sam’s mouth made Bucky’s cock harden inside of her again. She keened around Sam’s cock when she felt it, breathing through her nose. Bucky wanted to hear Sam get loud for them, his tongue darting out to lick at his boyfriend’s balls again.

Watching Bucky cum made Sam’s stomach tense up as he neared his orgasm, but Bucky putting his mouth back on him and sucking on his balls the second he caught his breath pushed him over the edge. Sam’s orgasm shot tingles up his spine as he released down her throat, holding her nose to his hard stomach as he emptied himself, watching her swallow it all.

When Sam pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, her gasping lips were immediately on Bucky’s.

“You did so good, Buck. I’m proud of you.” She panted to him now that she could talk, making him mewl at the praise.

Her hands trailed up Bucky’s stomach and chest, swiping over his nipples before they clasped around his neck. She pushed her naked chest flush against his, extending the kiss, Bucky moaning at the taste of Sam on her tongue.

“It’s only fair that I get a taste of y’all too, isn’t it?” Sam chuckled, watching them share his cum on her tongue.

“But I want her to cum on my cock,” Bucky breathed.

“Who said anything about getting her off your cock?” Sam smirked, “turn around, princess.”

Without waiting long, Sam’s hand caught hers to help her off Bucky’s dick just to sit her back on it again in reverse cowgirl position. Bucky groaned at the sight of his cum seeping out of her and down her already glistening thighs and at her warmth engulfing him once more.

Once she was settled on top of Bucky, her back to his chest, Sam took a spot on the bed by their feet. He laid on his stomach, taking a good look at her pussy being split in half on Bucky’s dick.

“Up,” Sam ordered, pushing Bucky’s legs open and making him plant his feet on the mattress.

She sighed at the feeling of being full of Bucky when all of him slid back home inside her, but was soon gasping at the feeling of Sam’s wet tongue on her clit. Sam licked Bucky’s cum off of her pussy like a starved man, moaning at the taste while his full lips sucked on her bundle of nerves. He was devouring her. The quivers Sam was sending through her body fueled her energy as she started bouncing herself up and down Bucky’s length again. She needed to cum and she needed it bad.

“Fuck, I love you, guys,” she sobbed, resting her head back on Bucky’s shoulder.

She whined when she felt Sam’s tongue leave her, but when she heard Bucky almost squeal behind her, she smiled. Sam’s tongue was swirling around Bucky’s tight rim. He then started directly licking at him, and prodding at his hole with the wet tip of his hot tongue.

Bucky was panting again, hips thrusting up into his girl, chasing another orgasm. His dick was sensitive but he felt too good to care. The way she sang his name like a prayer as he fucked her only made him go faster, and Sam’s tongue trailing from Bucky’s hole to her cock-filled pussy lips to finish at her clit made them both gasp and sob. They were crying out in pleasure, eyes shut and muscles stiffening.

“Fuck! Fuck! Don’t stop please!” Neither of the men knew who she was talking to, but neither had the intention of stopping until she was cumming anyway.

Sam kept licking long strips up and down both her and Bucky until she couldn’t take it anymore. She was moaning and screaming for them, one of her hands resting on top of Sam’s head as the other held Bucky's thigh.

“Oh my-” she mewled as Bucky repeatedly thrust into her g-spot. Her toes were curling when she turned to kiss Bucky’s swollen lips.

“You feel so good inside me. Filling me up so good, Buck,” she whispered against his lips.

The intense pleasure and Bucky’s sensitivity made more tears leave his blue eyes and she made sure to kiss them all away.

Bucky’s breath shuddered at the praise, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

“Make our girl cum, Buck,” Sam said, his hot lips on Bucky’s tight hole and his thumb circling her clit.

Bucky cursed at the feeling, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Cum for us, princess. Soak my cock.”

Her orgasm and Sam’s relentless licking at his hole triggered Bucky’s own as he filled her up with his cum for the second time.

“Bucky, Sam,” she whined as she toppled closer to her release.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her nails dug crescent shapes into Bucky’s thighs as she closed her eyes and let the euphoric shivers of her orgasm take over her body. She saw stars behind her eyelids as her back arched and her pussy clenched around Bucky’s overstimulated cock.

She slowly moved her exhausted self off of Bucky. He hissed as her walls dragged against him one last time.

“Sorry,” she whispered sheepishly, dropping down on her back on the bed next to him before taking hold of his hand, intertwining their fingers together. Sam silently slipped off the bed and went to the en-suite bathroom.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m sorry I scared you.” Bucky kissed her longingly. He hated making her worry and hated when she was mad at him.

Sam returned after cleaning himself up. He used one warm rag to clean her up first, earning himself a grateful kiss, which he deepened, letting her taste herself on his mouth. Sam then moved to Bucky’s side of the bed, carefully cleaning him up with the other wet rag, knowing he was still sore. Bucky hissed and Sam pecked his lips once, twice, thrice, four times to distract him. Bucky blushed at the aftercare. It made his insides warm and fuzzy; he felt loved, safe and cared about.

She sat up, pouring Bucky water in the glass on the bedside table, holding his head up off the pillow and helping him drink it. She kissed his cheek when he was done and put the glass back in place.

“Promise me and Sam you’ll be more careful.” She turned to Bucky, her eyes soft and pleading, one hand on his beard.

“I promise, doll.” Bucky kissed her forehead, looking back up at Sam, smiling when the latter nodded in unvoiced forgiveness.

“I love you two so much,” Sam sighed, slipping under the covers on his side of the bed, trapping her between her favourite soldiers.

“I love you too, Sam,” she and Bucky both said in unison, chuckling at themselves before a yawn escaped Bucky’s lips.

“Go to bed, love. It’s been a long night,” she told him, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Cuddle me?” Bucky gave her his best puppy eyes.

“Spoon me?” she turned to ask a smiling Sam with the same puppy eyes.

“Would be my pleasure, baby.” Sam pressed his chest to her back, draping an arm over her waist as his knee slipped between her legs. She kissed Sam’s cheeks, nose, forehead and lips, making him chuckle before she turned to face Bucky.

She laid her head on Bucky’s chest, giving it a kiss, her arm wrapped around his torso and one leg sprawled over his nearer thigh.

Bucky sighed in content, not caring about the fact that they were sleeping like a bunch of tangled limbs; he was happy. He had them now and he was loved. They were his home.

[nkogneatho]

hiii! Can I get number 12 for a poly relationship with Kuroo and Kenma (haikyuu)? Thank you in advance~

► "I guess we'll have to touch every square inch of your Body" + Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume.

Warnings: Nsfw, established poly relationship.

12. Stripping in front of them. (Prompt list here)

It's been pretty busy lately. Kuroo with his meetings, Kenma with his streamings and you with your own job not to mention you had to work overtime mostly. The only thing that relieves your stress is coming home to your lovely boyfriends.

Despite everyone's judgments, you three never left each other because you've never felt such a comfort in life. Rather than having fake friends, you will much more prefer having two prettiest and most loving boyfriends over everyone.

But since you all were occupied in your own life lately, it felt like you were kind of drifting. The minute you're boss dismissed you early one day, you stormed out of the company building heading straight to home.

On the way home a lewd idea strucked your mind. It's been pretty long since you guys had even made out let alone have sex.

You opened the doorknob to see Kuroo making dinner in the kitchen and Kenma on the couch playing video games.

"Hello kitten, you're home early today?", the rooster-haired smiled as the blonde greeted you with love but his eyes didn't leave the screen.

"Yeah they let me go early.", you sighed placing your handbag on the table.

"Ah. Our baby deserves it after all that overtime", Kuroo approached to you what you felt like a hug but was just him reaching the drawer to pull out some wine.

Why aren't you guys touching me? Come closer. Kiss, hug, touch anything! is what was going through your mind. Buying slutty lingerie on the way home didn't seem like a bad idea now.

Fine. You're not gonna touch me? I'll make you. "I think I'm gonna go change", you walked towards the bedroom. Little did they know, you were plotting such filthy things against them.

It's been a while since you're in there. You've never wore such a thing in your life so it took a while for you to adjust and be all whore in that outfit.

"Babe it's been a while since you're in there. Are you alright?", Kenma worried while fingers moving the controller.

"So what's for dinner?", you asked Kuroo as you stood there all sassy. One hand on the doorwall, while another on the waist.

Kuroo turned to answer but he didn't expect to see this. The spatula in his hands dropped making kozume turn his head to see if everything's okay.

"Hey what happen-", his eyes finally left the screen and now was hooked on you.

"What the f-fuck?", he cursed.

"Why don't I give you boys a show?", since when did you become like this is all they thought. You grabbed both of them, pushed them on the sofa, pulling them almost for a kiss but na-ah. Agonize them a bit more.

"Oops, seems like I forgot to take of my shirt. Do you guys wanna see what's in?", you smirked.

"Kitten why are you doin-" "Shh", you placed your index finger on your lips gesturing them to just shush and just watch their amazing girlfriend strip.

You slyly unbuttoned your shirt, making sure that your movements are slow but agonizing. You dropped it on the floor as you revealed your matching net bra. Cloth barely covering your breasts, making your boyfriends gulp down air as they saw you.

You played with the lace of your panty for a while until both of them stood up and literally started kissing you. Kenma was fondling your breasts as Kuroo dropped down marking hickeys on your hips.

"Since when did you become so naughty?", Kozume asked as he kissed your neck.

"Since you both started ignoring my touch", you taunted.

"We didn't ignore you baby. We were just giving you your space cause you were busy and tired", Tetsu bit you.

"Well now after all this show of yours, I guess we'll have to touch each square inch of your body", Kenma smirked giving Kuroo a confirmation glance to take the rest to the bedroom.