#obey me poly reader smut

[clumsydolly]

Twisted wonderland first years x kuromi!Reader?

Twisted wonderland first years x Kuromi!Reader

Warnings: Talks of violence and some slight gore.

Deuce Spade

Deuce doesn’t know how to handle you at first. You walk into class on your first day with your head held high, wearing black platform shoes that echo through the hallway like you own the place. Your skirt’s a little too short, your makeup a little too bold, and your attitude? Unapologetically fierce.

You remind him of who he used to be.

At first, he avoids you. You seem like the type to get in fights and call it self-expression. But one day, he catches you behind the school handing out extra bread to a bunch of stray cats. You glare at him like you’re daring him to make fun of you.

"Say anything and you’re next," you snap.

"Next for what?"

"I dunno. Just… next."

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he sits down beside you. Quietly. Doesn’t judge. Just watches as you break a meat bun in half and toss a piece to a limping gray kitten.

After that, he starts noticing things: how you always sit in the back of class but take the most thorough notes. How you roll your eyes when teachers praise you. How you wear your blazer wrong but still iron it every night.

Eventually, he starts defending you before anyone says a word. He doesn’t let people talk bad about you. He doesn’t explain it, he just does.

When you find out, you slap his arm. "Don’t make me owe you a favor. I hate favors."

But the next morning, there’s a neatly wrapped onigiri in your hand when he walks into class.

You don’t say anything. Neither does he.

You’re both okay with that.

Ace Trappola

You and Ace are like two sides of the same coin—except your side is spiked and probably illegal.

He’s intrigued the second he sees you. You’ve got that cocky smile, that "what are you gonna do about it?" energy. You don’t follow rules unless they benefit you. You don’t start trouble, but you never walk away from it either.

He likes that. A little too much.

You prank him on day three. Harmless stuff. Purple glitter in his shoes, a skull sticker on the back of his collar. He laughs like he doesn’t care, but then he gets you back. Water bucket on the door. Classic.

"Child’s play," you scoff. "Try harder next time."

So begins the war.

But the rivalry is weird. It's not mean. It's playful. Like flirting with teeth. You talk trash, he talks back, but when someone else makes a joke about your look or your voice, he gets quiet. He doesn’t joke like that.

He doesn’t let anyone else joke like that.

You catch him staring sometimes. Not in a gross way. Just… watching. Studying. Like he’s trying to figure you out.

One night, he finds you in the lounge working on a little embroidery project. Skull patches for your backpack. He teases you for being "weirdly domestic for a punk."

You raise an eyebrow. "You keep talking like you don’t want one."

He doesn’t respond. But the next morning, you toss him a small patch. A red card with a bite taken out of it.

He sews it to the inside of his uniform sleeve. Doesn’t show anyone.

But you notice. Of course you do.

And when you smirk at him from across the hallway, he smirks right back.

Jack Howl

Jack didn’t dislike you, he just didn’t get you.

The first time he saw you was during PE. You wore combat boots instead of athletic shoes and didn’t even pretend to follow the uniform code. There was a bat-shaped clip in your hair, and you rolled your sleeves up like you were ready to throw someone instead of a ball. He figured you were all bark and no bite.

Then you outran everyone in sprint trials.

Still, he avoided you for a while. You talked too much, acted too bold. You were chaos wrapped in black lace and sarcasm. He didn’t know how to handle people like you. He preferred things straightforward, clean-cut. You were a puzzle with sharp edges.

But one day, he caught you behind the dorms with your head down, quietly bandaging a bruised knee on a freshman who’d tripped during flying class. You didn’t even look up when Jack approached.

"Don’t stare. This stays between us. Got it, wolf boy?"

Jack blinked. "Yeah. Sure."

You didn’t wait for thanks. You just shoved the kit back into your bag and disappeared. But Jack stayed there a moment longer, puzzled.

That’s when he started paying attention.

He noticed the way you didn’t start fights, you ended them. The way you always rolled your eyes in class, but somehow turned in the most thorough assignments. The way you always sat near the window, like you didn’t belong inside.

When you got paired together for a wilderness survival assignment, he expected disaster. He thought you'd complain, slack off, maybe even ditch. Instead, you showed up early with a practical backpack, a half-charged lantern, and snacks. You hiked ahead of him through the woods, cursing at brambles and grumbling about mosquito bites.

He chuckled when you tripped over a root. You glared. “You laugh, I push you into the stream.”

You didn’t. Instead, you handed him a granola bar. “Catch. I brought extra.”

You didn’t share much about yourself. But as the fire crackled between you that night, Jack realized you didn’t have to. There was something comfortable in your silence. In the way you kicked at pebbles and swatted at bugs and eventually leaned back against your backpack with your arms behind your head.

“You’re quiet,” you said suddenly.

“Used to it,” he replied.

You hummed. “Not a bad thing.”

And when he got cold that night, you tossed your spiked hoodie over his head with a scowl.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.”

He didn’t say anything.

But he still wears that hoodie during late-night runs.

You never asked for it back.

Epel Felmier

Epel saw you and immediately thought: finally. Someone who didn’t care what anyone thought.

You were all spiked chokers and stompy boots, strutting through campus like you ruled the place. You had stickers all over your textbooks, cursed like a sailor, and called the teachers by their first names when you were annoyed.

He was obsessed.

Back home, people told him how to behave. How to sit. How to talk. But you? You flipped the world off with a smile and glitter eyeliner.

You reminded him of home in the strangest way. Of the girls back in Harveston who didn’t take crap from anyone and weren’t afraid to get their boots dirty.

He started copying your attitude, standing straighter, ditching some of the delicate phrases Vil forced on him. He wanted to learn how to be bold like you. Unapologetic.

“Ya think this is cute?” he asked once, showing you his new skull-engraved ring.

You examined it, then nodded. “Not bad. A little wannabe, but you’re getting there.”

He didn’t take offense. He grinned.

When he got caught cursing in alchemy class, he didn’t even try to blame you. He just bit his lip and held back a laugh.

You taught him how to glare properly. How to lean back in his chair without looking like he was trying too hard. How to make a threat sound like a compliment.

In exchange, he showed you how to make your own hair tonic. One that wouldn’t stain your pillows purple.

The two of you didn’t exchange gifts. You exchanged bad habits, sass, and silent respect.

During the annual VDC performance, Epel showed up in your color scheme, black and fuchsia. You stared at him from the wings.

“You tryin’ to match me now?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe I just like your colors better.”

You rolled your eyes.

But your smirk didn’t leave until long after the music ended.

Ortho Shroud

Ortho liked observing people. You, though? You confused his entire database.

You weren’t like Idia or the students who wanted attention. You didn’t ask for people to like you. You dressed how you wanted, acted how you wanted, and made no apologies for it.

He once asked, “Do you think your behavior increases or decreases your chances of friendship?”

You squinted at him. “What does that even mean?”

“I mean, people are scared of you. But you do nice things when no one’s looking.”

You shrugged. “Maybe I don’t want the attention. Maybe I just like doing stuff.”

After that, Ortho made it his mission to understand you. He followed your patterns. When you disappeared from class, he found you behind the greenhouse with a stray cat on your lap. When other students avoided you, Ortho sat next to you, chatting casually about magic tech and anime.

He made you a custom security chip for your bag that played a spooky jingle every time it opened. You glared at it at first but didn’t take it off.

“I synced it to your walking rhythm,” he said proudly. “It’s goth-coded.”

You grumbled. “Nerd.” But you wore it anyway.

One night, Ortho caught you sneaking into the restricted library. Instead of reporting you, he asked, “Want backup?”

You blinked. “You’re serious?”

He beamed. “You look like a boss-level character. I figured I’d help with the side quest.”

It became a thing. The two of you teamed up often, hacking doors, finding secret passageways, stealing ghost stories from banned books. Ortho even programmed a hologram bat companion that floated beside you during lectures.

You named it Morbid. He pretended to be shocked.

“Morbid? Not Spookums?”

“You can name your next robot Spookums.”

Eventually, you started tutoring him in creative writing, helping him craft better character dialogue for his story mods. In return, he installed a glow feature in your boots that activated during fights.

The first time you used them, you blasted through a training dummy and laughed.

“This is sick.”

“I know,” he said. “It’s peak villain energy.”

You didn’t need to say anything after that.

He got you. No decoding necessary.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek couldn’t stand you at first. The audacity. The aesthetic. The constant teasing.

“You must learn discipline!” he yelled.

“Maybe you should learn how to relax,” you replied, laying upside down on a bench, blowing a bubble with your gum.

The sight of you made his blood pressure spike. You walked around like rules didn’t apply, wore skirts too short for the dorm code, and painted your nails black in defiance of uniform regulations.

He reported you. Twice. You got detention. Both times, you left detention laughing.

But the turning point was a group project in magical history. He wanted to do all the research. You said you’d do the visuals.

“You’re not seriously going to draw our entire timeline in comic panels,” he scoffed.

“Yes, I am. With chibi versions of Malleus, too.”

He nearly combusted.

But you finished it. Every detail accurate. Every event in order. And the entire class loved it. Even Professor Trein.

Sebek stared at you with a mixture of betrayal and awe.

“You’re not just chaos incarnate… You’re competent chaos incarnate.”

You winked. “Told you. I bite and I sparkle.”

From that day forward, your arguments became banter. He started walking with you to class, only to lecture you. You let him. Only to interrupt with sass.

You both denied enjoying the company.

Then came the fencing match. You weren’t even competing, but someone insulted Malleus in the stands near you. Sebek drew his sword.

You jumped down, grabbed a broomstick, and challenged the heckler to a duel.

“BACK OFF,” you growled. “Or I’ll hex your eyelashes off.”

The whole room froze.

Sebek stared at you like you’d just proposed marriage.

Later, he found a Malleus-themed phone charm in his locker. Handmade. With your signature skull on the back.

He didn’t say anything about it, but it never left his phone.

Grim

Grim knew you were his kind of human from the start.

You were dramatic. You were stylish. You didn’t take orders, and neither did he.

You walked into Ramshackle with a box of skull-themed stationery and a neon pink kettle. He declared you his second-in-command immediately. You told him he was lucky you didn’t throw him off the balcony.

You were both all bark and bite and flair.

He stole shiny things for your room. You painted his claws with glow-in-the-dark polish. You taught him how to pose dramatically in a mirror.

He curled up next to you when you watched horror movies, tail flicking against your thigh.

You shared snacks. He shared your bed.

“You’re loud,” you mumbled once, brushing his fur.

“You love it,” he grinned.

When someone teased him in class, calling him a talking pet, you slammed your books on the desk.

“Say that again. I dare you.”

The guy backed off. Grim puffed up.

Afterward, he hopped on your shoulder and declared, “We’re takin’ over this dump together. Just you and me.”

You grinned. “Yeah, but I get naming rights when we turn the cafeteria into a nightclub.”

He purred in approval.

Weeks later, someone wrote “Grim & Kuromi 4EVER” in claw marks across the dorm’s front gate.

Neither of you admitted it.

But your matching sunglasses said enough.

Partners in crime. Legends in training.

Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As usual Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!🩷

[l3viat8an]

I literally cannot stop thinking abt the boys with MC (ohmygosh I just imagined this with poly!mc and think it would be even better) that has a voice kink. Especially Lucifer, even tho ik he's kinda the obvious one for that here and maybe even Satan. And when they realize???? oh boy mc is in for a ride.

I really don't have anything to add onto this, like that's just what's been on my mind!!! and wanted to share the idea!!

(hope you're doing well <3)

-♈️ anon

Nsfw!

Hejshsjhs voice kink with poly!MC would be amazing because they’re all, always teasing you~ The worst ones tho are; Lucifer, Asmo & Satan (imo)

Lucifer

He enjoys teasing you in public the most. He'll be whispering the dirtiest things right in your ear and watching you try not to blush-

Telling you how he can’t wait to have you whining for his cock and how sweet your own voice will sound when your cunt is stretching around him, “So, be a good little lamb until then~”

Asmo

He’s knew before you actually told him. It is his job after all lolol

Would make you tell him exactly what you’d like to hear in bed~ would you like low whispers right in you ear? Soft whimpers mixed with moans of your name? Grunts and groans? Or?- the list goes on- “Go on, talk to me, sweetie~ I know you’re enjoying this, but which part exactly~?”

Satan

will walk up behind you and whispers in your ear, “I heard from Asmo that our sweet human has a voice kink?..." and you're rubbing your thighs…..hearing Satan’s soft chuckle against your ear as he walks off. 

You've given all of them too much power-

[palmastrings]

Suggestive 😧

Mc showing the brother/dateables their newest tattoo

[xxmaxwellxx]

Hey, can you guys help me find an obey me fanfic? It’s more like headcannons but it was where none of the brothers or datables could find the reader so they go looking only to find reader at a brothel with an incubus who shapeshifted to look exactly like them. (The brothers and datables) and they take reader away from the incubus/shoo the incubus out of the room. sorry for the weird request but I can’t find it and I’m really sad :( could someone link it? (Or send me screenshots?)

(It was all the datables, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simon plus all seven brothers)

Edit: it’s hidden desires by he-calls-me-kitten! Thank you for helping me find it! :D

[archive-doll]

OH, SWEET NEIGHBOUR

pairing: Johnny Mactavish x f!reader. soon to be more. poly!141

summary: Johnny, who's so lost after he had to leave the army - his men - behind. There is no next mission. There is no one to watch his back, and no one whose back he has to protect. No one to obey and follow their every step. No camaraderie, no solidarity, too many windows and doors and corridor - too much open space and no Kyle, no Lt, no Captain Price.

And then, he meets you. You come to him, soft and kind, values he had long forgotten, and he wants to grovel at your feet and beg. With your laugh and your colourful scarves and your skin that glows even under the grey sky of Scotland.

You are his next mission.

MDNI 18+ ONLY CW: the military, while not very detailed yet, will be at one point, and it's shit. you're pregnant, that's a warning on its own. Stalking, dom/sub dynamic. Shitty childhood and so mention of child abuse. Johnny's a little mad in the head. ANGST. Probably smut as well.

Each chapters will have warning of their own. Read them. There will be dark themes and mature content explored.

please, tell me if I'm missing anything.

status: ongoing

TEASER TEASER II

The meeting

Guard dog

Fortuitous

@ archive-doll - all rights reserved. reposting or modifying, including translating or use on AI, is not permitted. original characters are not my own, but the stories and writing are.

line divider by cafekitsune

[cod-indulgences]

may i suggest 141 going out to and meet stripper!reader

Poly!141 x female!reader, stripping, gangbang, dubcon, fingering, oral, spit roasting, deep throating, breathplay, anal, comeplay, noncon drugging, kidnapping yes these got darker out of nowhere

Anon I hope you like this because something in it ate me alive and I blacked out into 4.5k of smut and a hard left into fucked up land

now posted on AO3!

Now this was a good night to be working.

Everyone had picked good music, the drinks and cash were flowing, and you had managed to land four of the biggest guys in the place all to yourself.

Normally you didn't like the military types- they spent a lot but also expected extra just for their "service", as if sitting around a base and driving jeeps made them special. These guys, though, were something else- scarred, bulging muscles that looked like they came from work, not the gym. They introduced themselves with what sounded like code names, and you knew those were legit because the only one that was sort of impressive was Ghost, and he was the quietest of the bunch, sitting in the corner of the booth. Their captain, Price, had an air of authority that made you purr daddy at him while thanking him for a tip, he blushed, fucking cute, which got a laugh from Ghost, also fucking cute.

And they definitely knew how to make a girl feel appreciated.

Money slid down the strap of your shoes and tucked into your bra, Soap and Gaz grinning and bringing bringing folded bills up to you in their teeth, so you can tug it free with your tits or curl your tongue around it like a kiss. When you sat on Price's lap and stole his hat for yourself, offering to return it if he bought you a drink, the man's hand had come up like he was about to grip your thigh and then deliberately pulled away, which holy fuck, was he actually obeying the no touching rule?? He didn't even try for a pinch or pretend he didn't notice??

You signaled the bouncer a peace sign, and held Price's gaze as you slowly dragged his fingers up the outside of your thigh, letting him feel your skin all the way to the narrow strap of your thong panties, before letting him go. The other three all oohed at him, teasing him for being the first one to get a hand on you, while he blushed again under his mustache.

This was dangerous, because now you were starting to like them.

The men kept you busy, anytime you weren't on stage being beckoned back to them, money flowing from their hands to yours, drinks bought, your fingers tugging belt loops, plucking their shirt sleeves, climbing into their laps and teasing your weight along their cocks. You could touch them, and kept the bouncer in eyesight, but they all kept their hands to themselves unless you gave permission.

Gaz took a shot out of your cleavage with Soap holding your bare tits from behind, his hands big and warm, and you laughed as Gaz turned bright red when he choked on the drink.

Soaps thumbs slid over your nipples as he let you go, and oh fuck, there's that little clench that means you need a break. Because you like stripping, you like the fast cash and attention, but the dark dirty secret was, it turned you fucking on.

Bouncing your ass on stage, spinning on the pole with your thighs open and only a tiny little thong to cover your pussy. Tits squeezed and groped under your own hands just for men to line up for a taste, a little touch, before you're away and leaving them wanting. All the validation you could need combined with the sheer physical pleasure of dancing, enjoying your body, feeling your muscles warm and your skin flush under the strobe lights.

Except you don't get a break, because Gaz is coming back with two shots and hopeful eyes, wanting a second chance, and Soap already has your tits squeezed up against the cold glass, and Gaz is licking into your cleavage and dipping his tongue to curl into the glass, oh shit.

You whimper as Soap's hands tighten, and he grinds against your ass. You flash another peace sign, and behind Gaz, Price smirks, Ghost leaning in to say something in his ear.

Gaz holds the second shot to your lips and you open obediently, swallowing the liquor as Soap wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck.

"Give 'em that sign, love, you know you're fine," Soap says, and you flash another peace sign at the bouncer, watching him nod and turn to check the other dancers. Gaz tugs you out of his arms and over to their table, and you slide in and climb into Ghost's lap, feeling a little lightheaded. The big man pulls you to sit properly against him, back to chest, and spreads his knees so that your legs part around him. Price stares at the little scrap of fabric over your pussy, and you actually feel a little gush of slick when he licks his lips.

"Give us a dance, love?" Ghost says into your ear, and when you've barely squeaked out a yes before he's fucking lifting you up, carrying you back toward the sectioned off booths for private shows. You gape when Price puts a thick wad of cash into your hand- fucking hell- and you realize that all four men are following Ghost back to the booths. Together.

You clamp your thighs together and peel off a few of the bills to pass to the bouncer on booth duty. He raises his eyebrows and whistles at you, then pockets the cash and waves you in.

The booths aren't monitored, is the thing, which is why someone is always outside. They're supposed to track how long a girl is in a booth, if she's dancing or maybe doing something else- but even the good guys who check in and walk dancers to their cars after a shift can be bought off to look the other way for a bit.

You've never had to buy them off. You've always danced, maybe teased a little more than you would on stage, and then gotten paid your due. You'd been too nervous, maybe somehow shy, about crossing the final line, no matter how much money was flashed your way.

Now though- four big men crammed into the little booth, music pounding in your head- now all you want is to let loose. When Ghost sets you on your feet and rubs his thumb over your lips, you realize you'd be doing this for fucking free. You let his thumb pop in and suck on it, flicking your tongue around the base, and he grins, scars creasing his cheeks. He lets you go, and you spin in place, Ghost sitting down next to Price on the cushioned bench seat, Gaz and Soap leaning on the walls.

The song changes and you dance, more sensual than you would on a stage- this isn't a performance, this is for them, and you feel the weight of their eyes as you play with your breasts, swing your hips and ass, touching yourself and driving your own pleasure up and up.

You brace a hand on the wall of the booth, bent at the waist with your ass facing them, and- Jesus fuck, you really are doing this- you drag your free hand down your stomach, slipping into your panties, and make sure they all can see how you slide a finger into your pussy, smooth and slick, a little moan muffled under the bass beat.

There's a deep groan of want from behind you, and you look over your shoulder to see all four of them locked on, watching you, and it goes right to your core. There's not much room- the booths are meant for a single dancer and customer, not one regular person and four giants, and you can practically feel it get hotter. Gaz brings a hand up, hovering over your ass, and when you nod at him he slides his fingers under the strap of the little (soaked) panties and-

Oh fuck, he just ripped it off, snapped elastic dangling, and the little scrap over your cunt stays put only by how wet you are-

Gaz peels it away, dropping your panties to the floor, and you slide a second finger inside and moan louder. Fuck, that was the hottest thing that's ever happened to you, and now you have your bare cunt spread out in front of them, too wet to be professional, just a girl who wants to get fucked.

Someone moves your hand away, and you only know it's Price by the scrape of his mustache on your ass as he kneels down and shoves his face into your pussy, licking from clit to hole in one swipe, and you nearly crash to the floor in surprise. Soap gets up at your face and you brace against him, instead of the wall, gripping the side of your throat with one hand as he angles your face for a kiss, sucking on your tongue, devouring you. Price's tongue is hot and wet, teasing your clit and hole both- oh fuck, licking your asshole, little soft flicks of his tongue that make you whine into Soap's mouth when he goes back to your clit again. Someone else lifts your leg up, opening your thighs more for Price. You're balanced on one mile-high heel, and when two different hands start groping your breasts you wobble dangerously.

"Here, love, let's get you settled-" that's Ghost in your ear, his lips tracing the shell, and Price pops off your clit as you're lifted and shuffled around to sit like you had at the table- Ghost behind you, back to his chest, his thighs opened up to spread yours. This time though, he gets his hands under your knees, lifting up as well as out- both your holes are presented this way, the soft pink flesh of your pussy gleaming wet under the strobes, and Price gets back to eating you out even harder, sucking deeper, curling his whole tongue inside you to stroke your g-spot, god, you'd never been eaten out this well. The only fingers that have touched your pussy are your own, all the men still have their pants buttoned, cocks big straining bulges. Ghost grinds up against your ass, and when Price finally slips a finger inside, you think of being split open on Ghost's cock while Price sucks your clit, and come right there, thighs shaking and lips parted in a moan.

Price sits back, fingering you gently through the aftershocks, his mustache wet. "Good girl, love, that's gorgeous," he says, and pats your pussy, a little wet slap. "Nice and relaxed now. Simon, you want her first?"

Simon- Ghost, you realize- huffs into your ear and lifts you up. He's fucking holding you in midair, Jesus christ, the muscle control alone- and Price pops his jeans open and holds the man's cock at your hole before you can even blink. It hits you that he's about to do just what you had imagined, and your pussy winks where a little creamy slick is leaking out.

Soap swears, "Fuck LT, either stick it in her or hand her over," and you hear Gaz laugh at him as Ghost lowers you so slowly down, his arms steady under your knees, your pathetic whimpers as he splits you open coming almost on beat. He seats you on his lap, your pussy stretched, and even before you can catch your breath from the cock shoved up to your lungs he's moving, thrusting up and pulling down, your whole body held in place to be used.

You're moaning nonstop, each thrust in shoving a little squeaky sound out, each long pull back a desperate needy noise. Your eyes slide closed, and someone tuts, pinching your nipple until they open again, whining.

Price is still kneeling in front of you, but he's got his cock out, jacking the rigid flesh to the rhythm Ghost is fucking you. He's huge too, big and thick, and you think about him shoving inside while you're still sloppy and open from Ghost.

The man groans behind you, "fuck birdie, I felt that. Got so fucking tight. You like watching him huh?" You moan a weak yes, and shake as Soap's hand comes to your clit, teasing it with just his fingertips. "Going to come for daddy to see?" You should never have made that dumb joke, but its too late now, because daddy is ringing in your ears like a bell, and Ghost is slamming his cock into you so hard it hurts, and Soap has his fingers rolling over your clit, Gaz sucking on his neck with both hands pulling out their cocks together, big and heavy, stroking them off.

You come again with white sparkles behind your eyes, and Ghost drops your legs to get his hands on your tits, squeezing each so hard you shout. It hurts, it's too much, but his grip is rock solid. He's fucking using your tits like handles to fuck you up and down the last little bit, milking his cock, and you feel another orgasm creep up on the heels of the last, pussy clenching and clit throbbing, the mess of your combined come leaking out around Ghost's cock.

You don't bother trying to stand up, you can't, feeling so fucked out and you've only had one of them, fuck. Soap helps you sit forward, and you whine as your thighs twitch.

He tuts and pushes your hair back from your face, damp with sweat. "Poor lass, gone all come drunk already. Want to take her with me Kyle?"

Gaz grins and pulls your hips up, off Ghost, and you're turned sideways. The man is sitting on the bench looking rather come-drunk himself, eyes dark and sweet, his cock still sticky as it softens against his belly. You did that, you put that look on his face and that streak of slick down his balls, and you shiver and moan as the other two arrange you between them, kneeling down, Gaz behind you and Soap in front. You realize what they're after as Gaz pulls your ass cheeks apart, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your pussy, spreading the slick around further, and Soap cradles your head and helps you brace against his thighs. "Nice and easy, lovie," he says, and you open your mouth and slide down onto his cock as Gaz slides his into you.

Full at both ends, the heavy hot taste of cock in your mouth, another smoothly thrusting in and out of you, and you lean into the easy rhythm and let go. The two men are big and strong, they can move and hold you where they want, all you have to do is keep sucking and not choke. It's good, comforting even, feeling a slower syrupy arousal building up in you. Your breasts hang and bounce, and you're hyper-aware of them, of your nipples and how you want them to be pinched again, groped by Ghost's huge hands.

Then Gaz shoves in deep and holds himself still, both hands gripping your waist, and you have a moment of confusion before Soap pulls your bracing hand away and pushes, cock going all the way back, bumping your throat. You try to cough around him and you can't, and can't pull away or get leverage- a little curl of fear grows in your belly. You whine and plead up at him with wet eyes, and Soap grins at you like a jackal.

Gaz pulls back a little and slams home, and your body pushes forward, and Soap pops into your throat for an eternal second, and you have a sudden realization that he's fucking your throat the same way Gaz is fucking your cunt, making a space for himself. Both men pull back out, not all the way- you cough and gasp and feel your pussy drooling- and then thrust in again. You hear the wet garbled sounds you're making- you can't moan or breathe around the cock stuffing your face- feel a string of slick snake down your thigh where your pussy is already overfull of come and cock- and fuck it. Who cares if you make it out of this. You've never felt hotter, more wanted, your clit throbbing, and that syrupy arousal climbs through your limbs again. You feel suffused with it, a warm glow, and Gaz groans as your pussy begins to bounce.

"fuckin- she's fucking half gone and still working her pussy on me. Soap, hold up a sec," and when the man slows and holds his cock half in your mouth, you whine and lick sloppily at it, your hips grinding back, wanting more of what they're giving you. Soaps gets a hand down to pinch your nipple, and tugs, pulling the little nub until your whole breast is peaked, you're whimpering and trying to smack your clit back on Gaz's balls, and he lets you go to grip your head in both hands and fuck your face, too fast to breathe around, drooling a frothy mix of spit and precome as your eyelids flutter.

"imagine what she'd look like in ropes, tied up all proper," he grunts, and Gaz's hips stutter, fucking you out of rhythm with Soap, your body jostled and bouncing, groaning and quivering and coming between them. Your pussy aches and your throat spasms around Soap, one hand weakly coming up to clutch at his wrist, as he holds you down against his balls. Your belly heaves as you instinctively fight for air, and the lights around Soap's head flash a halo of pink and blue prisms as he comes down your throat, pulling out to jerk his cock over your face, sloppy, your makeup streaking and ruined. You collapse onto the floor, your hips held up as Gaz keeps fucking your pussy. The mess drooling out of your mouth smears on your cheeks, bubbling as you whimper, your overstimulated body feeling the aches and aftershocks of multiple orgasms, dancing, being stretched and fucked.

There's so much come and slick spread around your pussy, it's wet up your ass, and you feel at a remove how Gaz is swiping his fingers through the mess, scooping up a palmful, but it doesn't register really.

Until he pauses his hips and you feel two fingers slide into your ass.

You keen into the sticky floor as his fingers probe deep. "Opened right up," he comments, and fucking hooks his fingers, using your asshole like a grip to fuck into you again. It hurts, and your pussy clamps down tight, struggling under a new pressure from the inside. Your moaning goes unheeded, and Gaz shushes you with a little pat to your ass. "Settle down, you're fine," he soothes, and rubs your clit. It's still swelled up and sensitive, and your moaning hits a new pitch, muscles tensing in anticipation of another orgasm as he plays you with both hands, fingers stroking and pulling in your ass, thumb flicking over your clit like he's lighting a match, and you sob into the puddle of spit and come under you as your body betrays you, coming in a wave down to your cramping feet. Gaz holds his cock deep inside, grinding, and you feel his come spilling out: hot drippy mess that oozes onto the floor when he lets go and you collapse, splayed out, both holes winking at the men gathered around.

How long had you even been back here? How long had they been driving you insane with pleasure?

Price's boots are in front of your face, and some buried desire pushes you up, brings your tongue out to lap at the leather, over the tight laces. Ghost moans above you, and you hear the other voices swearing.

You scrape yourself to your knees, blinking up at Price with eyes full of tears. You're still in your heels, but it's the only clothing left, your makeup smeared away and hair in a wild tangle. There's come over your face, drips down your chest and tits, smeared all over your pussy, ass, and thighs.

Price is hard, the foreskin pulled back and tip wet, still so heavy he hangs down over his balls. You open your mouth and kiss it, licking clumsily along the shaft, little whimpering moans trickling out of you. Price cups your cheek gently, and fresh tears trickle out of your eyes. You'd give him anything right now.

"Sweet thing, any other day I'd be fucking your throat even harder than Johnny did, but tonight I've got other plans for you," he says, and the bench seat scrapes the floor as Soap hauls it over, turning it cross-wise, and Price helps you stagger upright just enough to lay down on your back. You sigh in relief at the relative comfort of the padded cushion, and Ghost sits on the end just behind your head, straddling it. His cock is back in his boxers, pants still open, the half-hard shape of him bumping the top of your head.

Ghost lifts your hands and presses them to his belly, twining your fingers together. You wonder muzzily what he's doing, and then a slow awareness grips your addled brain. Price is between your legs, pants down and open, cock fully out, and you look down to see him pressing in.

Why does it feel so strange?

It's another moment before your brain turns over and your mouth opens on a moan, a sob, a plea- the heavy hot cock isn't going into your pussy, but your ass.

Tiny little hole barely opened up with two fingers, smeared inside and out with come and slick, stretching out over Price's fucking hammer, and your thighs start to spasm as an ache grows in your lower back. He's splitting you in two, your hole squeezing tight to try and keep him out, but you can't- you're too exhausted, muscles weak with orgasms, heart hammering in your chest as you realize he's going to fuck you nearly dry, and you're going to come while he does it.

Your pussy throbs from abuse, swollen and sensitive, your clit erect and aching, straining up like it's own little prick, ready to be stroked. Your nipples are so hard they hurt, breasts sore from groping and the rough floor, and when Price works the last final inch inside you cling to Ghost's hands and take it, the burning in your ass and the empty clenching of your pussy, pouring slick down onto your asshole and making each thrust a little smoother, wetter. Ghost gets one hand free and pinches your nipples as you cry, smacks your breasts, grips one in his fist and squeezes like he's going to crush it. It hurts so much it goes around to good again.

If you have any words they're nonsense, if you have any sounds other than a cry or moan they're lost to you. Price's cock slams in and out of your asshole and your body sings with it. The music still plays, a thumping beat that you feel in your chest.

Ghost's cock appears by your cheek, the wrong angle to suck it, but you can watch his fingers stroke over the skin, the precome dripping out of his hole, the shiny thin skin of the head flushed red. He comes with a grunt, and the warm wet streaks splash over your breasts, puddling in your cleavage and down your neck. Price swipes a hand through the mess and puts his fingers to your mouth- you open and let him stroke your tongue, too blissed out to suck but eager for the weight in your mouth.

Low cursing, and Price puts his hand down on your throat instead. You lay your head back, giving him more room, and feel his hips slam in, fucking into an orgasm, your clit smacking at his groin when he bottoms out. It's nearly enough, just a little more to drag you over the edge one last time, please let this be the last time, and you get it when he looks down into your eyes and says, "Come now, pet, come for me."

You black out.

You wake up- or blink- or something. Your body aches and burns, and someone is gently wiping down between your legs with a soft cloth. Someone else is kissing your throat, licking away the come and sweat, and another does the same to your breasts. The lights are flashing too brightly, the music too big and loud. Someone shushes you and cleans your face, this time with a damp wipe, and you gasp for water that comes to your lips in a plastic bottle. Its cool and sweet and you blink up at Soap, holding it to your lips, feeling shivery and precious.

Price finishes cleaning you up with a little, careful touch around your clit, and pats your thigh when you flinch. Your shoes are missing. "There, love, take it slow," he says, "don't stand up yet. You're alright."

Gaz takes one last lick of your tits, suckling on your nipple to get the drop of come that was stuck. Soap does the same behind your ear. Ghost- oh, he's holding you, cradled in his arms like a comfort toy.

There's no way you can go back out to the floor, talk to girls and guys and act like you didn't just have a religious experience in this booth. How long have you been there? How many song changes? Was anyone looking for you?

As Price stands with a groan, hands on his knees, you reach out and catch his wrist. You swallow around the lump in your throat. "Don't leave," you beg, and he blinks at you before smiling so kindly you tear up.

Ghost squeezes you up, big arms strong and safe, Gaz and Soap so warm right next to you. The lights are still too bright, a halo around their heads, Price outlined in sparkles.

"Oh, dove, we won't leave you, not ever. And you won't leave us. Been keeping an eye on you for a while, finally took our chance when we could, we aren't giving you up now."

You nod along, happy down to your bones. You didn't know you missed them until you had them. Your men, your boys, they'll take you home? Keep you forever?

Wait- which home? Your home?

Soap brings the water back to you and you swallow gratefully, parched. Your throat aches, but it's a good ache.

Ghost lifts you up like he did the first time, and you snuggle down into his shoulder, closing your eyes. You're so fucking tired.

There's a shuffling, low voices you can't make out over the music. Gaz has your bag from the dressing room, that's sweet. You'll need your normal clothes. They help lift your sweatpants up your legs, work your rubbery arms through the T-shirt. No shoes, Ghost picks you up again. Out of the booth, down the hall- the sudden chill of open air and a door that takes you into a calm, quiet night. A big van with blacked out windows, soft leather seats you lay across with a sigh. A heavy coat over your shoulders, more murmuring that's not important. More sweet water down your throat, more soothing touches and kisses.

The van's engine turns over, and drives off, your dancing heels left in the corner of the booth and your phone sitting in the locker where Gaz had stolen your bag. The bouncers who looked the other way pocketed thick stacks of cash and shrugged when asked if they saw you leave. The only things left from the night were a couple of dirty shot glasses, one with a little filmy layer stuck to the bottom, and your shoes and the snapped elastic of your panties shoved into a corner.

[sereia4skz]

Might i ask for dom reader with chan and minho please?? Written if that’s okay, or text msgs?

oneshot | the good boy and the brat

pairing: poly!minchan x dom!fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: orgasm control, dom!reader, brat!minho, praise & degradation, mommy kink, dialogue heavy

word count: 1379

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

The apartment was quiet, too quiet, when you stepped inside. No music. No talking. Just a strange hush, punctuated by the sound of something soft: a breath? A whimper?

You kicked off your boots and slid your bag to the floor, eyebrows lifting. “Boys?” you called, voice even. “I’m home.”

No answer, just barely audible came a moan from the living room.

Your brows rose higher. You padded silently toward the door, stopping just before the corner. You didn’t announce yourself.

“…Minho w-we’re not supposed to- she said we can’t-” Chan’s voice, breathless, nervous.

“Oh, come on,” Minho drawled. “What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. Or us. Unless you want her to catch us.”

A whine. “That’s not- Minho, fuck”

You peeked around the corner.

Chan was flushed and naked from the waist down, legs spread on the couch, back arched and thighs trembling. His hands were in his lap, desperately trying to cover himself, but you could still see the flush in his chest, the shame and arousal all over his face.

Minho was curled beside him, fully clothed, smirking like the devil himself. His fingers were ghosting along Chan’s inner thigh.

“Let me guess,” you said coolly, stepping fully into the room. “I tell you to behave for a few hours and come home to find you corrupting my good boy?”

Chan jumped, practically scrambling off the couch, while Minho just smiled and stretched like a cat. “Oh. Welcome home, sweetheart.”

You raised a brow. “Minho.”

“Yours truly.”

“Hands off Chan.”

He lifted his hands mockingly. “You’re no fun.”

“Sit,” you ordered.

He tilted his head, but obeyed, plopping into the armchair like he hadn’t just been caught red-handed. Chan was standing now, blushing hard, trying not to meet your gaze, hand ghosting over his erection trying to hide it.

You turned to him, voice softer. “Come here.”

He crossed the room quickly, eyes wide, still panting.

“Chan,” you murmured, reaching to brush your fingers over his cheek. “Did you forget the rules?”

He shook his head immediately. “No- I didn’t- I told him, I swear, I tried to say no, but he-he”

Your fingers curled under his chin. “Breathe.”

Helmet out a shaky breath.

“You didn’t touch yourself?”

His voice was small. “No! But- he's so pretty- I-.”

You looked into his eyes for a beat, interrupting him. “You still want to be good for me?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

“Then strip the rest of the way and kneel on the couch. Hands behind your back. Legs spread.”

He shivered at the command, but obeyed without hesitation, shedding his shirt and climbing onto the couch. Kneeling upright, hands locked behind him, thighs apart just enough for you to see how hard he was already.

You turned to Minho.

“You, on the other hand,” you said, voice icy, “are going to tell me exactly what you were doing teasing him when you knew damn well he’s not allowed to come without permission.”

Minho shrugged. “He looked bored. I was doing him a favor.”

“Is that what you call trying to fingerfuck my good boy into disobedience?”

“I didn’t touch him-” he grinned. “Well. Not really.”

You crossed the room in two slow steps and gripped his jaw.

“Do you want to be punished?” you asked quietly.

His eyes glittered. “Maybe. If you’re offering.”

You smiled and turned back to Chan.

“Look at him,” you said, gesturing at Minho. “Smirking, fully clothed, like he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Chan whimpered. “He said we’d stop before you got home-”

You brushed your thumb across his lower lip. “You think he ever listens?”

Chan shook his head, eyes big and eager. “No.”

You moved behind him and ran your hands slowly down his sides, then slid a hand between his legs. He was already dripping.

“Poor thing,” you cooed. “He got you so worked up, didn’t he? But you didn’t come.”

“No,” he breathed.

You bent down to whisper against his ear. “You want to come now?”

“Yes please- please”

Minho scoffed from the chair. “Pathetic.”

You turned sharply. “Say that again.”

He opened his mouth, but paused.

“You think you’re so smug,” you continued. “You get off on pushing him over the edge, but you can’t stand that he’ll always be my good boy. Why can't you behave?”

You nodded to the floor. “Strip and crawl.”

Minho’s expression flickered, challenge, excitement, obedience tangled in one, but he stood. He stripped slower than he needed to, clearly putting on a show, and then dropped to his knees and crawled toward the couch.

You stopped him with a foot to his chest. “Back. Hands behind you. Watch only.” 

He obeyed, breath catching.

You turned to Chan. “Touch yourself,” you said. “But don’t you dare come until I say.”

Chan moaned already, fingers wrapping around his cock, hips twitching at the first stroke.

You kissed his shoulder, lips soft. “That’s it. Good boy. Just like that.”

He whimpered. “Feels so good”

“You look so pretty like this.”

Behind you, Minho let out a low groan. You turned toward him.

“Hard already?” you mocked. ��All I did was praise him.”

He glared, but his flushed cock betrayed him.

“Maybe I should keep praising him,” you purred. “Let him come all over my hand while you watch.”

Minho made a sound, such a desperate sound.

You grinned. “Oh, you don’t like that idea, do you? What’s wrong, brat? Want me to touch you instead?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“I don't think you deserve it.”

Minho gritted his teeth.

“You wanted to play games,” you said sweetly, “but I make the rules here.”

He clenched his fists behind his back. “Please.”

You tilted your head.

“Please what?”

“…Please touch me.”

“Why?” You pretended to think. “You were such a little shit earlier, though. And now you’re whining like you don’t love being denied.”

Chan gasped again, faster now, hand stroking quick.

“M-mommy~ please- I-”

“Don’t come yet,” you warned him, placing a hand around his wrist to still him. “Just a little more, baby.”

He nodded frantically, tears in his lashes.

You turned back to Minho, cocking a brow. “Look what you did to him.”

Minho licked his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not. But I’ll make sure you are.”

You moved to Minho, finally giving him a single slow stroke of your hand, and he arched, eyes fluttering shut, hips chasing you.

“One touch,” you whispered. “That’s all you get right now.”

He growled. “That’s not fair!”

You grinned, leaning in. “I don’t play fair with brats.”

You returned to Chan. “Sweetheart,” you said softly, tugging his hand away. “You’ve been so good for me. Ready to come?”

“Yes- yes, please~”

You wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him firmly, just once, then again, fast and tight, he cried out, body jerking as he spilled into your hand, moaning your name like a prayer.

You kissed his jaw as he trembled. “Good. Such a good boy.”

Then you turned to Minho.

“Now you,” you said, voice dark. “On your back. Legs open.”

His eyes went wide.

You leaned in close. “If you’re going to act like a needy little slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

He obeyed without a word this time, lying flat, legs parted just enough.

You sat between them and ran a teasing fingertip over his cock. “No touching. No squirming. You’ll come when I say. Understood?”

“…Yes.”

"Yes, who?"

"Yes… Mommy,"

You smirked. “You want to be my toy, brat? You’re going to learn what happens to toys that misbehave.”

He bit back a moan when you start slow, steady strokes, your palm firm, your lips murmuring filth into his ear. “You want to be a good boy now, don’t you? Too late.”

Minho whimpered.

“Chan’s such a good boy… why can't you behave and just be good” you taunted. 

“I- fuck please-”

“Beg better.”

“Please, mommy! I need to come- need you- anything-”

You finally relented. "Fine," you feign disinterest. 

He screamed, whole body arching as he came hard over your hand, into his stomach, legs trembling, eyes wild. You watched him fall apart with a smug grin.

Minho groaned from the floor. “Fuck.”

You chuckled. “Next time, I won't be this nice… Let go clean up”

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[stuckyslut8]

Tell her about it.

Summary : Bucky's mafia and yours have a long standing rivalry, you decide to end it with a "truce" and a little help from your special friend steve .

Pairing : mafia bucky x mafia reader. Mafia Steve x mafia reader.

Warning : 18+ minors dni . Smut . Smut. Dirty talk. Subby Bucky, dom steve I think that explains it. Dom reader. Poly stucky in the future. Degradation. Subby Bucky is a slut for you.

"fuck fuck steveie please..." You were a whispering mess as steve fucked you from behind, you were on all fours , his favourite position, taking you as he pleased.

"please what sweetheart, use your words you're a big girl."

"please can i cum"

" yes you can my little slut " you came immediately at his words, collapsing on the bed

"good girl"

"thank you daddy" Steve went to the bathroom to clean himself and bring back a wet cloth to clean you up. He wiped away his cum on your inner thighs, pressing a little kiss before bringing you a fresh pair of panties to get into.

" you sure you can convince barnes, he looks like a tough cookie." He said putting your legs into the panties and pulling it up.

" I've seen him Stevie, he's a sweet little puppy waiting to be played with, he needs a playmate and that could me be ."

" sure you don't just wanna play with his balls? "

" that too daddy but there's more, you'll see."

"alright princess i trust you, don't mess this up." He said tucking your blanket in, a pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving.

Bucky came into your office , thinking you called him to talk about your turf wars that's been going on for a few years over your territory.

" you're scared I'm gonna win aren't you sweetheart? " Bucky said standing in your office.

"take a seat barnes" you say sipping your Bourbon

He smirked and sat in the office chair, crossing his legs and leaning back on it as if he owned the place

"Why do you wanna take what's mine?" You ask.

"because I can, and it's mine for the taking" Bucky smirked.

"My grandpa seized it from yours"

"And I'll seize it from you" Bucky replied with more of a sinister smirk.

You only laugh in response.He grins, " what's so funny sweetheart"

"You think you're so tough"

"I am sweetheart" Bucky said with a smirk.

"You're not, you're a little puppy "

Bucky looked at you for a second, not knowing how to respond. He stood up and leaned both his strong arms on your desk " what did you call me sweetheart?"

"puppy"

Bucky was taken aback , he smirked for a moment before leaning closer to you. " you got some guts to be talking to me like that sweetheart"

"Come here little puppy " you beckoned him with your finger."I'm not-" Bucky tried to deny the fact that he was a "puppy" but he sighed and walked around the desk, standing right infront of you.

"Aww you're so good at taking orders puppy" you say grabbing him by his chin.Bucky stood there without saying anything, the fact that he did obey your command even bothered him. "Shut up" he mumbled. "Make me".

Bucky grabbed you by the chin, pulling your face closer to him " watch your tone darling".

"Or what ?"

"Or I'll shut you up myself" He smirked as he leaned closer to your face."Hmm see that's why you're not so tough banres "

"You’re a pain in the goddamn ass sweetheart" he said with a grin.

"and You're still flirting with me "

Bucky didn't deny it, his smirk only grew wider. "So what if I am sweetheart" he said in a low voice .

"How do you expect me to take you seriously ?"

"Just because I'm flirting with you doesn't mean I won't get serious sweetheart" Bucky said as he moved even closer to you .

"I don't know puppy" you say mockingly.

Bucky growled a bit at you calling him a puppy "stop calling me that darling " 

"Aww is my little boo boo getting mad?"

"I'm not getting mad , don't test me sweetheart" Bucky said through gritted teeth. You could easily tell that you were getting under his skin .Bucky leaned closer, his expression darken a bit "you shouldn't tease me darling, it'll end badly for you"

"Little puppy , let me see if I have any treats for you" you open your draw, looking for something.

Bucky looked irritated at you "I am not a f-cking puppy, I'm a god damn mafia boss" he nearly shouted at you.

"Oh I have some toffees you can suck on"

"I don't want any damn toffees" Bucky said in annoyance, but you could see he did kinda want toffees.

"Fine " you say popping one in my mouth , sucking on it.Bucky's eyes locked on to your mouth, watching the way you sucked on the damn toffee. How much he wanted to put something else in your mouth. He clenched his jaw again, trying to keep those thoughts away, yet he found himself leaning closer to you again .

"You sure you don't want it?"

He groaned, unable to resist any longer. Grabbing your chin he pulled you close to his face."F-ck, fine. I want it" he muttered.With those words, he crashed his lips onto yours fiercely. The kiss was rough and hungry, all while his hands gripped your waist tightly ,His tongue pushed inside your mouth, demanding entrance. He pulled you closer to him, his body pressed against yours completely. His hands ran down your waist to your hips, gripping  tightly , he skillfully shifted the toffe to his mouth.Bucky swallowed the toffee, his grip on your hips becoming even tighter. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak, his voice low and hoarse " you have way too much goddamn power over me sweetheart And goddamn you taste even more sweeter than the damn toffee" Bucky said as he started kissing your neck, his hands roaming freely over your body. "

You grinned at his confession,"That's why I have a plan " you say pulling him by his collar.

Bucky stopped, pulling away for a second. "a plan? what do you mean?" he asked curiously 

"A truce"

Bucky looked at you for a bit, "a truce? you want to make a truce, sweetheart?" he asked with surprise in his voice .

"Not that kinda truce where you surrender to me puppy." Bucky let out a sigh, clearly annoyed by you calling him a 'puppy' again "and what kind of truce did you have in mind sweetheart?" he asked, raising an eyebrow .

"Although you'd look good on your knees begging "

That comment made Bucky's cheeks flush a bit, a slight glint in his eyes . but he quickly regained his composure and replied "the only one getting on their knees will be you sweetheart." 

"Oh is that right daddy?" Bucky's grip on your hips tighten, the fact you just called him "daddy" made his heart beat faster. He pulled you even closer to him, his lips right next to your ear as he whispered "damn right it is, sweetheart" 

"You'd like to see me on my knees don't you?" You but your lip.

Bucky groaned, his face heating up as the images of you on your knees flashed through  his mind. "yes sweetheart I do" he replied, his voice hoarser than before. He pulled you even closer to him, his body pressing against yours fully. He could feel the heat between us and he knew you did too. 

"You think you deserve it puppy?"

Bucky smirked, his grip on your body tightening. "oh I definitely deserve it sweetheart" he said as he started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. "You know I'm not the type to beg" his teeth scraped against your skin, leaving marks along your collar bone .

"Guess it'll be your first time" you say pulling him up to your eye level by his collar .

Bucky stopped for a moment, his face flushed and his breaths labored. "I've never begged for anything in my life sweetheart" he said in a low voice. He looked up at you, his gaze burning with desire. "you're a goddamn tease , you know that" he grumbled, one of his hands sliding under your shirt . You swat his hand away.He let out a lowgrowl as you swat his hand away. "don't tease me sweetheart, you know what you're doing to me" his hand quickly shot up and grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. "you can't deny you want this just as badly as I do" he said with a smirk .

"On your knees puppy "

Bucky's body tensed as you commanded him. His expression was a mix of defiance and submission, but he knew deep down that he wanted this just as much as you did. Without another word, he dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and irritation. "happy now, sweetheart?" he grumbled 

He let out a soft moan as your hand made contact with his face. He looked up at you, a mixture of pleasure and surprise in his eyes. He loved the way you were taking control, and he couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. "F-ck, that felt good sweetheart" he said, his voice hoarse and strained. "You like seeing me on my knees like this, don't you?" 

Bucky couldn't help but let out another moan as you slapped him again. He loved the way this played like a cat and a mouse. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire and just a hint of annoyance. "Damn you're good at this sweetheart" he muttered as he leaned into your touch, his body craving more of your dominance. "You really do like seeing me at your mercy, don't you?" 

"I think you like it more puppy " you say grabbing a fistful of his hair, bringing his face to your clothes pussy.

Bucky couldn't deny the truth in your words, he was loving every moment of this. Despite his usual dominant personality, there was something about being submissive for you that felt so right. "F-ck I do, I love submitting for you sweetheart" he confessed, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're a goddamn tease, making me go all soft like this" he grunted. "But I'd let you do anything, sweetheart. You have a f-cking power over me I can't explain" 

"Put that mouth to good use and then I'll tell you about the truce "

[callsign-swan]

Bones

Chapter Five

An animal trainer, a palaeontologist, an archaeologist, a rich boy, and an animal behaviourist on an island full of dinosaurs. They're bound to fall in love, right?

Poly Squad x Reader

Warnings: smutty themes, but no smut yk?

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

“What a day,” you breathed as you laid back on the bed, arms stretched wide. You grinned as you stared up at the ceiling, taking a moment as Bradley bustled around you. 

You sat up, propping yourself up on your palms. “Are you sure you're okay with this?” You asked, absentmindedly pulling at the blankets. 

Bradley stopped what he was doing. He paused in front of you and dropped to his knees. “Bones, baby, listen to me,” he said, gripping your chin between his fingers. It was a position you had been in many times before you lowered to your knees and sucked his cock until your jaw ached. “That man likes you, for some reason-” You hit his shoulder. “-I'm okay with it if you're okay with it.”

His hulking frame took up your entire field of vision. Bradley was able to make you feel a way no other man had before. So small and vulnerable, yet so confident, so sexy. He swiped his thumb over your lips and let go of you. “Thank you, Roo,” you whispered as he stood before you. 

You glanced at the clock and Rooster let out a laugh, knowing exactly where your mind was going. “No, Bones,” he muttered. “Don't go to your date with Jake with your lips tasting of my cum.” 

You hooked your fingers around the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him closer. “I'm sure he won't mind,” you whispered as you sank down onto your knees. 

You didn't know how right you were.

Before you got dressed for your date, you washed your mouth out. Maybe Rooster was right, maybe tasting of him wasn't the best move. 

As soon as you were scrubbed clean, you got dressed. Your nicest jeans, jeans you rarely got to wear in your line of work. They were cute, a little, bedazzled butterfly on one of the back pockets. Your black cropped top had little white Brontosauruses all over it. 

“Cute,” Bradley said as he grabbed the Bronco keys from the hook beside the door. “Get your shoes on.” 

You obeyed and pulled your dinosaur converse onto your feet. If Jake didn’t already know what you were passionate about, he certainly did now. 

“You never get dressed up this cute for me,” Bradley said as the two of you climbed into the Bronco. 

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were grinning the entire time. “You never take me anywhere nice, Roo,” you answered as he began to drive. You knew why you never went out anywhere nice, because your only options were the guest restaurants in the park. 

That's what you were heading to tonight, a guest restaurant. One of the high end ones that were reserved for VIP guests. 

Jake was waiting outside of the restaurant when Bradley pulled up. You climbed out of the Bronco, waving at Jake as you walked over to the driver's side. “Have fun,” Bradley whispered as the window rolled down. When it was open enough, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. 

“Bye, Roo,” you said and stepped away from the Bronco. He didn't drive off right away, not until your hand was in Jake's and you were walking into the restaurant. 

“I've never been in this one before,” you whispered as Jake led you into the restaurant. The lighting was dimmer in here, the dinosaur theme nowhere in sight. It was certainly the fanciest restaurant in the park. 

“Table of two for Seresin,” Jake said to the host. The host took a moment to look at the tablet in front of him before leading you through the restaurant. It was to a little table in the back, away from the rest of the guests. 

Sitting down, you looked around. The men in the restaurant seemed to be in their best shirts, the women in their prettiest dresses. You wrapped your arms around herself, hiding your exposed stomach. 

Jake reached across the table and laid his hand on top of yours. “Hey,” he said as his thumb moved over the back of your hand. “You look beautiful, Bones.”

You unfolded your arms and looked down at your outfit. You know what? Jake was right. Not dressed for the occasion but you still looked good. 

The menu was wide, with too many options containing too many fancy words that you could hardly make sense of. But Jake looked in his element. Hair slicked back, eyes moving between the menu and you. It was as if you were some fancy client he was trying to win over for his daddy's company. 

And you? You were in deep water, struggling to stay afloat as a Mosasaurus swam beneath you. 

Jake laid his menu down. Something wasn't right, he could tell. “What do you want to eat, Bones?” 

You quickly scanned the menu, trying to find something you could pronounce. It was bound to be nice, right? In a place like this, with that sort of price tag. You started reading one out, but Jake stopped you. He laid his hand over yours and shook his head. 

That was it. You blew it. You weren't fancy enough for this gorgeous, charming, fancy man. You had fucked it all in a matter of moments. 

“I mean anything. Anything in the entire park.” 

“Oh.” There was a contemplative look on your face for all of a second. “Oh,” you repeated, this time saying it through a smile. “Well, they have this really good Jurassic Burger not too far from here! And I can get us onto one of the viewing platforms while we eat!” 

Jake's smile matched your own. It always seemed to match your own. “Let's do it,” he said and stood from the table, offering you his hand. 

***

Bradley didn't head back to the trailer right away. It wasn't often he was in this part of the park, with restaurants and cafes and The Stegosaurus Lounge. A ridiculous name for a bar, but he went inside anyway. One beer, and he would go. 

But then he saw her, sitting alone at the bar. It was only her first day on the island, she shouldn't have to be alone. 

Ordering his beers from Penny, Bradley walked over to her. "Professor Trace," he said as he stood beside her at the bar. "Your boy not here?" 

She looked at him, her chin resting in her palm. "He doesn't drink," she said and took a swig of her beer.

Bradley stepped closer to her. "So..," he hesitated, watching her face before he said anything more. "You're looking for some company."

No, she didn't look like she wanted company. But Bradley wanted company and Natasha could tell. She sipped her beer and gestured to the seat in front of her. "Would you like to sit down?" 

To Natasha, Bradley looked like a meat head. Always thinking with his penis and never with his heart. She didn’t expect talking to him to offer any sort of intellectual stimulation. You were the smart one, after all. 

But she was dead wrong. He wasn't a meat head, not when it came to the dinosaurs. And once she got him talking about the raptors? Well, there was no stopping him. Penny wore a sympathetic look as she placed another beer down in front of Natasha (putting it on Bradley's tab).

The passion he spoke with (and the alcohol in her system), made it easy to kiss him. Bradley didn't kiss her back right away, temporarily paralysed in surprise. But his hands fell to hold her hips and he kissed her back. 

***

"Jesus, Bones." Jake released a whistle as he looked out across the herbivore paddock. It wasn't the one that held Bertha, a mixed paddock that was often used for tours. He bit into his jurassic burger. It was huge, and there was no way he was going to finish it. 

‘“I don't know why they called it the jurassic burger,” you had muttered as you walked away from the stand, leading him to the viewing platform. “It's not like the meat is really old or anything. Like, why not call it the Gigantosaurus burger? At least that name actually means big and not… old.”’

"Amazing, isn't it?" Your half finished jurassic burger was discarded to one side as you watched the parasaurolophus drank from the watering hole. "I made all this." 

Jake hummed. He secured the remaining burger in its wrapper and placed it to one side. This park wouldn't have been possible without you, Jake knew. You and Bradley. 

'I made all this.' 

It wasn't an egotistical comment. If it wasn’t for your input, this herbivore paddock wouldn't exist. You chose which dinosaurs to put in the paddock, chose how many of each. Weeks of watching from a viewing platform, ensuring everything was going smoothly.

"Incredible." 

When you looked at Jake, he wasn’t looking at the dinosaurs. His eyes were focused on you. 'Kiss him,' you knew Bradley would if he was with you. 'Go on, Bones.' 

You listened to the voice in your head that sounded suspiciously like Bradley. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him close and kissed him. 

Immediately, Jake leaned into it. It was like he was ready and waiting for you to kiss him. Pushing you back, he laid you down on the viewing platform and climbed on top of you. 

A grin was on your face as you pulled him back down, kissing him again. It was a mess of tongue and teeth, your hands messing up his hair and attempting to tug at his clothes. 

When you hooked your leg around his waist, he pulled back. Breathless, he stared down at you, a slight frown on his face. "I can't," he said. "Not on the first date."

"Oh." You didn't mean to sound disappointed as you sat up.

Jake's eyes searched your face. "Bones-" But whatever thought he had died on his tongue. "Come on," he said and offered you his hand. 

You took it and Jake pulled you to your feet. "Where are we going?" You asked as you swiped your way out of the viewing platform. 

"I'm gonna take you home, Bones." 

"Oh."

The disappointment in your voice had only grown. Hands shoved deep into your pockets, you followed him to the car. It wasn't a park vehicle, like everybody else drove. No, it was of Tom's personal cars. 

"So, our second date," he began as he drove through the park. "What are we thinking?"

A second date. So he did like you. The look of disappointment disappeared from your face, the look in your eye gleaming. A smile played on your lips. "Something fun. There's a waterfall on the other side of the island we could explore.”

Jake's arm came to rest on your leg. "Sounds perfect, Bonesy baby."

***

"Fuck," Bradley hissed through his teeth as he rutted his hips against Natasha. She was squeezing him, nails clawing at his back. 

It had been so intense ever since they entered Natasha's room. She had him on his back, pulled his dick from his underwear. But Bradley flipped their positions, hovering over her as he pulled her shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. 

They kept it up through the night, Natasha riding him until Bradley flipped the position. Bradley thrusting into her until Natasha switched positions.  

Before long, he was spilling into the condom and pulling out of her. "Jesus, fuck," he breathed as he sat back, watching Natasha pull the blanket around her shoulders. 

"You know, I really thought you were Doctor Bones," she confessed as she sat back against the pillows. 

"And I thought you were dating Professor Floyd," he replied, pulling the condom from his dick. 

Natasha rolled her eyes. Everybody thought she was dating Bob. The cute guys and girls at the bars near dig sites, the red headed cashier at the gas station near their apartment. Hell, even Bob's parents thought that they were together. 

"There's something there," Bradley noted as Natasha pulled back the covers and patted the space beside her. 

She watched as he crawled up the bed and sat his bare ass on the bed bedside her. "Listen, it's not as simple as we are or aren't dating. It's..." 

"Complicated?" Bradley asked as he settled down beside her. "I know complicated."

***

"I can't believe you live here," Jake whispered as he looked around the dimly lit trailer. 

You snuggled up to him, dinosaur blanket pulled over the both of you. Already in your pyjamas, your head was on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "It's not much," you mumbled, "but it's home." 

"It's perfect, Bones," he said and you smiled to yourself. He sucked in a breath, lifting your head when his chest rose. "Can I ask you something?" 

You gave a nod. 

"You and Bradley." 

"It's complicated," you answered instantly. 

Jake chuckled and your face warmed. It was such a pretty sound. "Trust me, Bones, I know complicated. Talk to me." 

So, you told him everything.

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HI RO!!!! it’s been forever since I’ve been here oh my 😭 how are youuuu???

I’m just having. many a thot thought. abt poly MC getting praised and pampered and overstimmed just getting all the sweet, gentle (soft dom??? I guess??) vibes from the bros after doing really well during the semester/term at RAD.

maybe they tease or double down on praising bc they know it makes MC shy but also that they actually enjoy it 👀 maybe getting tied up is involved 👀

but overall they’re not mean, they just want MC to know they’re proud of them, so what better way to do that than going to the extremes to show them?

anyway that’s my little rant, I just thought it was cute and wanted to share 😋🫶🏻

have a good day, and happy holidayssss!!! make sure you take care of yourself <3

- ♈️ anon

Hiiii ♈️!!! I’m good! Tired from holiday prep but good lolol how have youu been??? + it’s late for me so ignore if this has any typos as usual jsjsj

Just imagine Asmo getting all excited when he sees how well you did! His sweetheart is soooo smart and that deserves some kisses right~ he he’s going to cover your face in quick little kisses, giggling the whole time! It doesn’t matter who else is around, you deserve the praise and the blush on your cheeks is so cute!

Then Satan walks over and basically pushes Asmo out of the way- completely ignoring Asmo’s pouting and saying that if anyone praises you it should be him. after all he’s the one that tutored you all semester and helped when you didn’t know something about Devildom law- his kiss is deep and would’ve been a lot longer if Mammon and Levi weren’t yelling whining about how they helped you too!!! This is all just Asmo and Satan looking for an excuse to act all lovely dovey!! they’re both jealous and would prefer to have you alone- whispering sweet praise in your ear and placing soft kisses all over your body <3

Belphie just laughs, obviously you’re enjoying the attention so what’s the big deal? Beel’s nodding along- tho he really wants a kiss too, he’ll wait his turn.

and while he’ll let them indulge you for a few minutes Lucifer is quick to end it all, saying that you did wonderful as expected because; they all helped you. He walks over and kisses the top of your head, whispering just loud enough that you can hear him “I’m proud of you, darling.” and chuckles when he pulls away and sees your face is bright red.

Nsfw bit below here <3

Oooor Lucifer joins in on praising you!! You really did so well and Asmo’s right, that deserves a reward~ but what should it be?

Mammon shouts something about how you should just spend the day with him! He’ll spoil ya as much as you want!

Levi cuts Mammon off, stumbling over his words but promising that he’ll do whatever you want….uhhh if you want to spend time with him….to celebrate- and Satan cuts right back in saying that he’s the one that’s going to spoil you! It’s only fair!

‘n so on- obviously they’re not gonna agree right away, but it’s cute to watch you get excited over the way they fight for your attention!

Eventually it’s Belphie that has the best (?) (depends on who you ask tbh) idea. They could just share you-

Asmo whines that it’s not fair!! He didn’t get to say that first but Belphie just rolls his eyes and continues; after all, you worked so hard to get good grades~ it’ll be his…..their reward to you, kissing, praising and touching you until you can’t think anymore.

Just let them worry about you, yea? You know it’ll feel good too….all they want to do is make you feel good, spoil you, fill you up with cocks and cum until the only thoughts left in your cute little head are about them and how good it feels to be spoiled-

and for once the others all agree- if it’s what you want ofc <3

[hyunsvngs]

Can I request a poly hyunlix x reader smut plz?

𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 - hwang hyunjin x lee felix x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

cw: SMUT MDNI. friends with benefits threesome situation, boy x boy action

synopsis: you have a friends with benefits situation with your best friend, felix, but when you confide in him about wanting to fuck one of your other friends, it ends better than you could’ve ever hoped.

a/n: so… its not exactly poly (it does have boyxboy and boyxgirl) but heres a hyunlix threesome i wrote a while back <3 this was never gonna see the light of day unless i posted it here

sw: oral (m&f rec), boy x boy & boy x girl, threesome, use of red wine during sex, dirty talk, d/s dynamics?

Hyunjin chuckled from the front seat, making you blush. You draped your legs over Felix’s leather-clad lap as the car engine started and you all began to leave the premises. You were leaving a club to fuck two of your best friends. Having fucked Felix before, you felt comfortable with him - but you’d confided in him that you wanted to fuck Hyunjin, too. You had a feeling he’d informed Hyunjin of this fantasy. “So… you both… at the same time?”

Felix’s small hand began to rub up the length of your leg soothingly. It was Hyunjin who responded to you. “If you’re okay with that, darling. I’d love nothing more than to see you both lost in pleasure. I bet you look so fucking pretty.”

It was Felix’s turn to blush this time, and he leaned over to press his lips against yours to hide his embarrassment. You immediately fell into the kiss, fingers moving to his hair as he pulled you onto his lap. You’d both foregone seatbelts in favor of comfortability. Hyunjin hummed from the front seat, clearly watching you two through the rear view mirror.

You straddled Felix’s lap easily, legs either side of his, and met his kiss with renewed fervor. You slid your tongue into his mouth, pressing it against his to make him moan. He was eager, teeth clashing against yours now and again, and you faintly registered that you’d never seen him this passionate before. Maybe it was Hyunjin’s presence encouraging him, but his hands were gripping onto your hips with a death grip as Hyunjin continued to speed through the streets.

Felix pulled away, licking his lips at the sight of you with tousled hair and blushed cheeks. “Mmm. Jinnie, I can’t wait, can I-“

“You can touch her, Lixie,” Hyunjin encouraged. “But don’t let her cum, not yet. I want to see her face when she cums.”

You moaned, your head dropping to Felix’s neck. He kissed your cheek before his fingers went down between your legs, brushing over the thin lace of your thong. “Fuck, Jinnie, you weren’t lying, these are… princess, what is the point in these? I can feel your clit throbbing through them.”

“Touch it then.” You quipped, making Hyunjin chuckle and Felix blush. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing softly over your underwear, and your eyes shut, grinding into his touch.

Hyunjin spoke from the front again, controlling the situation. You wanted nothing more than for him to be in the back with you two, touching you, talking to you - Hell, you’d even settle for just watching him touch Felix at this point. But you had to wait. “Tell me how it feels, my darling.”

Felix’s touch sped up at his voice, his tongue licking over your lips as you whimpered.

“Not enough. ‘S not enough..”

“It’s not meant to be enough. Go faster, baby.”

You chose not to comment on the name Hyunjin chose for Felix and you also chose not to mention how Felix obeyed instantly, his index and middle finger swiping over your clothed clit rapidly. Your face scrunched up, lifting your hips to grind into Felix’s hand just a bit quicker. You wanted him to make you cum, you needed it. You knew you could cum from this, really, if he just rubbed a bit harder and really made you feel it, but it would be unsatisfying and you’d just feel even emptier afterwards.

Felix’s hand halted as you pulled into the driveway.

“What?” you whined, head falling to rest in the crook of his neck. Felix giggled, his hand moving to brush up against your back soothingly. Hyunjin, meanwhile, just opened the back door for you both and lifted you off of Felix’s lap, placing you on the floor leading you to walk inside the house. You were still barefoot, and your underwear was fucking soaking - making it even thinner, if that was possible.

Felix trailed behind like a lost puppy, shifting his tight leather trousers around to make room for his erection. Hyunjin didn’t even look affected.

Hyunjin led you inside with a firm grip on your side, turning behind him every so often to make sure Felix was still following. You had absolutely zero chance to take in the downstairs of the house because Hyunjin was already taking you upstairs to the bedroom. You padded through the house hoping that you’d get a tour another day.

You were met with dark red satin sheets and a black sheer canopy around the bed frame, a few discarded canvases around the room and the moonlight giving a glow to the room from outside another massive window. Felix made himself at home - this room, you assumed, was Hyunjin’s - throwing himself onto the bed and immediately shucking those tight trousers off so he was left in a satin shirt and cotton boxers that highlighted his length.

Hyunjin gripped your chin, making you look at him. “Darling. I need to ask you - are you sure you want us both?”

You nodded eagerly, making Hyunjin smile at you softly. “Kiss me, Jinnie. Please?”

Hyunjin leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours and making your head raise upwards. His lips just faintly brushed against yours, the plumpness making your head feel dizzy. It felt like an eternity before his hand left your chin and went to your hair, yanking your head further back and his tongue licked into your mouth before your lips even touched properly. His kiss was filthy - spit was being swapped, his tongue was darting around your mouth before his lips sucked your tongue into his own mouth. Felix moaned from the bed, making you whimper and pull Hyunjin towards you sharply.

He pushed you onto the bed, making you lie next to Felix. His lips left yours to trail kisses down your neck, biting marks into the skin to make you moan. Felix leaned up just slightly. He looked down at you, his shirt half unbuttoned and his eyes wide with lust. His eyes had been framed by simple glitter tonight, and his eyebrows were furrowed, making him look all the more submissive and malleable.

“Mm, come here, darling,” Hyunjin mused, his body leaning over you on the satin sheets. You looked up at him, confused, before his thumb pressed into your mouth and forced your jaw to open. He raised upwards, spitting down into your mouth with those plump lips and keeping his thumb in your mouth, swirling it around your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, darling. Share.”

You immediately leaned over to Felix once Hyunjin’s tongue left your mouth. You gripped Felix’s blonde locks, pulling his head down to yours, and he moaned in that deep voice as soon as Hyunjin’s spit reached his tongue from your mouth. Felix’s hand went to your jaw, keeping you in place while he took what he wanted from you, and Hyunjin moaned at the sight, one hand rubbing up your calf.

Hyunjin continued his ministrations with his lips down your body while you and Felix kissed, if you could even call it that. It was more heavy breaths and spit if anything. Hyunjin kissed down your stomach, whispering incoherently once he reached your core. You knew you were soaked as soon as he spat into your mouth, and Hyunjin moaned when you spread your legs obediently for him to fit his frame in between your thighs.

“Always looking at my fucking lips, aren’t you, darling?” You moaned at Hyunjin’s words, pulling away from Felix to nod eagerly at the man in between your legs. Felix pulled your dress up to your stomach, exposing that lace thong that had gotten Hyunjin so wound up earlier on in the night. “I think I’ll eat this pussy ‘til you cum in my mouth. How’s that sound?”

“Mm, yes, please,” you whined, making Hyunjin chuckle. He leaned down to lick one fat stripe up your clothed core, and then utterly moaned at the taste. Felix was shifting around in his spot, antsy. “Lixie, my tits, baby.”

Felix practically glowed as you said that, hair framing his face like some sort of sinful angel, shoving your dress off of your shoulders and down to the point it was just a strip of fabric across your tummy. Hyunjin’s eyes were set on you and Felix as he continued to make out with your cunt through the fabric, and you were trying not to buck your hips up as you moaned out loud. You hoped they didn’t have neighbors.

Felix reached around you to unclasp your bra, throwing it aside impatiently and immediately sucking a nipple into his mouth. You gasped, back arching to meet his plump lips and he looked up at you, all doe eyed and demure. The glitter on his eyes was making his eyes sparkle, or he was just that excited to get your tits in his mouth - you couldn’t tell. Hyunjin finally had enough of teasing you and he used his thumbs to yank your underwear down, sliding it into his trouser pocket.

You whined loudly when Hyunjin’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. Felix grazed his teeth against your nipple softly as you moaned, making you squirm. You knew your wetness was smeared everywhere when the older man grabbed your thighs, pushing them further apart and diving in further. He looked up at you, letting those cat-like eyes meet your gaze as your eyes watered.

Felix pulled away, breathing heavily. He reached up to stroke your hair, using the other hand to tug at your neglected nipple. “Hyung’s so good with his mouth, isn’t he? I love when he sucks my cock.”

You sighed, letting your head roll back at the mental image while Hyunjin licked up all of your slick from your pussy. “Mmm, I’d love to see that.”

Hyunjin pulled away at that, smiling as if the lower half of his face wasn’t covered in your wetness. “You like that idea, darling? Pretty Lixie fucking my face while I just let him use me?” He used his left hand to push your thigh further, making your muscles scream at the ache, but he quickly made it up to you by pushing the middle finger of his right hand in. He immediately rubbed against your g spot, making you whine.

“Jinnie, c’mere. I wanna taste too,” Felix demanded, making grabby hands at Hyunjin. Hyunjin leaned over your body to get closer to Felix, still rubbing that spot inside of you and making you squirm and moan. You almost came immediately when Hyunjin grabbed Felix’s head and forced his tongue into his mouth like he had with you, Felix moaning at the raw taste of you.

Hyunjin let Felix suck his tongue clean of all of your essence before returning to his spot between your thighs. You pushed his dark hair back from his face as he started to lick at your clit fervently again, still pumping his finger in and out of you. Felix wiggled his boxers off of his hips next to you, huffing when they got stuck on his feet.

You grabbed Felix’s hand when he started to jerk his length, stopping him. He looked at you with an annoyed expression at being stopped, making you giggle. “I’ll suck you off, Lixie. I want you to fuck my mouth like you do with Jinnie.”

Felix raised his eyebrows, nodding eagerly. You laughed again before being cut off with a moan at Hyunjin’s actions while Felix repositioned himself on the pillow next to you, on his knees, letting you see his cock directly in front of your face. He tapped your lips with the tip of his cock before pressing into your mouth, and you just let your jaw go slack, letting your best friend use you. He immediately started thrusting his hips in, breathing heavily as you swirled your tongue around his shaft and gazed up at him.

Hyunjin was moaning at this point, sloppily making out with your hole. What he lacked in precision he made up for with his eagerness, sloppily licking around your hole, making you moan around Felix’s length. It was pressing down against your throat, testing your gag reflex. Hyunjin slipped another finger into your hole, making you jump slightly and flutter your eyes shut. You clenched around him, leaking rivulets of wet down to his knuckles.

“Shit, so pretty. Pretty princess,” Felix mumbled, brushing your hair back from your face. It should have been affectionate, but you were only reminded of the passion in the moment due to him thrusting faster. Hyunjin curled his fingers expertly against your g spot, and came to lay next to you, holding your hair back for Felix.

“I think she’s getting close, Lix. Fuck her throat a bit harder for me, baby,” Hyunjin said, kissing your cheek with a wet smack. Felix shook his head rapidly, pulling his cock out of the wet cavern you’d provided willingly.

“C-can’t, Jinnie, I’ll cum. Wanna wait til I’m inside her,” He was jerking his cock, albeit slowly, and now that your mouth was free you were able to moan freely. Hyunjin hummed in disappointment. You whined when he rubbed his palm against your clit, pulling your hair to pin your head back to the satin adorned pillow.

“A-Ah, yeah, like that, Jinnie- Jinnie, I’ll cum, I’ll- yeah-” You were babbling incoherently again, vaguely wondering how these boys were so amazing in bed. Your hips were thrusting up against his hand, and you gripped his arm tightly in fear of him removing his fingers.

“C’mon, darling. Get that hole all sloppy for Lixie to slide in,” Hyunjin coaxed you, fingers scratching at your scalp while his speed with the other hand didn’t slow. You nodded, whining, and Hyunjin shut you up with a kiss to your lips, sucking on your bottom lip while you moaned. With a thrust of your hips, your thighs were clenching, letting that white hot energy take you over and make your senses go haywire. You were whining, speaking incoherently, letting Hyunjin suck on your tongue and brush his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

With a soothing rub to your scalp, Hyunjin pulled his fingers out of you and tapped your pussy affectionately. You noticed that sometime during your orgasm, Felix had stripped completely and was now laying in front of you fully naked, slowly stroking his hard length. Hyunjin was still fully dressed, which somehow just made the situation even hotter. He was commanding the entire thing. It made you wonder if you could break him.

Hyunjin stretched his arms above his head, letting out a sigh as you came down from your orgasm. Your chest was still heaving as you caught your breath, a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead. You mirrored him, stretching out your legs and letting out a satisfied noise. Hyunjin jumped up from the bed, muttering something about ‘wine’ and disappearing into a different room.

“Is that… that’s it? He’s not going to fuck me?” You turned to Felix, and he looked at you in shock.

“Um, no. No way. He’s getting wine, it’s still going on,” Felix flipped on top of you, positioning his length at your entrance. “I’m getting a head start though if you don’t mind, princess?”

You giggled, nodding. “It’s all yours, Lixie.”

He pressed his tip into your entrance, moaning at the tightness of your wet core around him. You returned his moan with a little sigh of your own, letting him push your legs up to rest on his shoulders. He watched your face for any sign of uncomfortability, to which he obviously saw none, and he started to thrust into your wet heat eagerly.

“Fuck, that pussy. This is gonna keep me coming back for more,” Felix was laughing, almost delirious as he fucked into you like a jackhammer. You laughed back, throwing your head back into the satin. “So pretty. Pretty princess, my bestie.”

“You better pull out. You already got to fill her up before, Lix,” Hyunjin’s voice sounded from the doorway where he’d re-entered the room. Lix nodded obediently, leaning down to suck more marks into your neck. He added to the constellation of hickies you knew Hyunjin had left, and he stayed pressed chest to chest to rub against your bitten nipples. You whimpered at the feeling of his hard cock inside of you, clenching down as he started to hit your cervix from the deep position.

You recognised Hyunjin coming over to the bed and he was now only in his boxers, his hard length straining against the fabric. He held a bottle of red wine in one hand, flicking off the top and pressing the rim of the bottle against your lips.

“Drink up, darling,” He mumbled, tipping the liquid into your mouth. You gulped obediently, clawing down Felix’s back as he fucked into you. You hoped you’d get to cum around both of their cocks, but after the blowjob, you weren’t sure Felix would last long. “Better than you thought? Having both of us?”

You blinked at Hyunjin, before turning back to Felix on top of you with a shocked expression. Felix halted his movements, staring down at you with that deer caught in the headlights expression that he always had when he’d been caught out. “You told-”

“Sorry!” He didn’t sound apologetic. He was giggling into the nape of your neck, beginning a slow grind into you. You groaned, listening to Hyunjin begin to chuckle beside you. Hyunjin sat up and started to pour the red wine over your tits, making you jump at the cold temperature of the wine that had obviously been inside the fridge. He licked it up as it began to drop in rivulets over you, sucking your nipples clean and moving down as it dribbled down your body. Felix sat back on his heels to allow Hyunjin access, and all of a sudden, Hyunjin was licking your clit and whatever part of Felix’s cock he could manage to get to while it was still thrusting inside you.

You squeaked, grabbing Hyunjin’s hair. “J-Jesus fuck, Hyunjin, that’s fucking-”

“Ah, fuck, that’s really fucking hot,” Felix whined, his voice a much higher pitch than normal. His hips picked up the pace, before he was pulling out, holding the base of his cock in a tight ring with his fingers. “Princess, c’mere. I gotta cum on that pretty face.”

You sat up obediently, letting Hyunjin pull your hair into a ponytail while Felix began to jerk his cock right in front of your face. You shut your eyes, realizing what was to come, and stuck your tongue out. Lix whined again at your expression, before you felt thick ropes of cum hit your face and warm your already blazing cheeks up.

Lix fell back with a sigh and you heard the thud as he collapsed against the mattress. You scoffed out a laugh, licking your lips. “Thanks, bestie.”

Felix’s giggle was cut off by Hyunjin’s groan, and you opened your eyes as he gripped your chin again between two fingers. His eyes were wild with lust, makeup smeared all over his face from the wetness between your thighs. “Shit, like a fucking painting, so fucking sexy. You’re a work of art, darling,” Hyunjin managed to get out in a strained voice, before you felt a wet sensation on your face and - oh. Hyunjin was licking Felix’s cum from your face. He moaned as he pressed his lips to yours, feeding you Felix’s cum and slowly lowering you back onto the bed. “Mmm. Yeah. I know how I want you.”

“I told you sex is like art to him, princess. Freak.”

“Yeah okay, Lix. I don’t need the commentary,” You grumbled. Hyunjin shot Felix a warning look before flipping you over, presenting you face down ass up. You were glad the sheets were so soft on your blushing cheeks, only made worse by being so exposed to Hyunjin. You turned your head to watch Hyunjin slip his boxers down, revealing a long, waxed cock. What he lacked in thickness he more than made up for in length, and you panicked realizing how deep it would go inside you in this angle.

“I’m gonna fill up that fucking sloppy hole, darling. How do you feel? Letting my friend fuck you open before I breed that cunt?” Hyunjin spoke, teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his shaft. You whined, shaking your ass in front of him to try and get him to fill you quicker. With a soft sigh at the movement of your hips, Hyunjin pressed in, filling you inch by inch with that long cock.

“O-Oh.” You stuttered. Felix giggled, now lying at the bottom of the bed like a curled up cat with the bottle of red wine to his lips. The cat who got the cream - or wine, in this case.

“Deep?” Felix asked you, giving you a swig of the wine. You swallowed it as Hyunjin started to fuck you, deep and languid strokes that almost made you choke on the alcohol.

“Of course it is. You’ve taken it enough times, you should know,” Hyunjin quipped. You smirked at Hyunjin getting his own back, until Hyunjin was leaning over you, pressing you further into the sheets and fucking directly into your cervix. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan and gripping the sheets sharply with your fingernails. You didn’t even care if they were ripped afterwards. Hyunjin laughed, letting out his own moan as you clenched around him. “That feel good, darling?”

“Fucking amazing, Jinnie,” you hummed, arching your back for him. Your eyes fluttered closed, just enjoying the sweet drag of his length against your tight walls. You felt Hyunjin’s face covered in sweat from exertion falling to the nape of your neck. You turned your head, licking softly at Hyunjin’s lips until he was meeting you in a half-assed kiss. He was moaning into your mouth now, his previous restraint showing as he started to speed up his thrusts into you.

“L-Lixie?”

“On it, hyung,” You didn’t have time to ask what was going on until Hyunjin was positively whining, feeling his thighs clench behind you as his mouth dropped open against your shoulder. You realized after looking over Hyunjin’s shoulder that Lix was on his knees, taking small kitten licks at Hyunjin’s rim. Hyunjin’s eyes were fluttering shut, his forehead sweating and making rivulets of hair dye drip down his milky skin, his jaw dropped and moans coming out of his mouth unabashedly. He was loud, extremely so actually.

You realized rather quickly that perhaps Hyunjin wasn’t the dom he liked to seem to be, and you brushed his hair back with your fingers, pushing your ass up against his hips. “Feels good, Jinnie? Is my pussy nice and wet for you?”

“S-So fucking wet, darling, oh-!” His eyes widened as Felix’s tongue breached his hole, and he seemed to not know whether he wanted to rock back into Felix’s mouth or forward into your wet heat. “Shit, I- darling, I’m-“

“You can cum, Jinnie, it’s alright. You’ve been so good for us, treating us so nicely,” you hummed soothingly, letting out little punches of air as he kept thrusting into you.

“No, no, you gotta cum too,” he mumbled. With Hyunjin’s words, Felix reached down past where Hyunjin was fucking into your hole and rubbed your clit at a fast pace, making your eyes widen. Hyunjin smiled, still letting out moans. “Oh, yeah, there we go.”

“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, Lix,” you praised, pushing your hips back until it was entirely you fucking Hyunjin, Hyunjin’s ass being pushed back into Felix’s tongue and you grinding your clit against Felix’s hand. With the combination of Felix’s fingers and Hyunjin’s long length, you realized it really wouldn’t take long for you to cum around him.

“Gonna- fuck, have I been good? Are you close?” Hyunjin stammered, his cheeks blushing as he asked you. Felix hummed into Hyunjin’s rim, pinching your clit between his index finger and his thumb sharply. You whined, nodding.

“You’ve been so good, made me feel so good,” you sighed deeply, rocking your hips just a few more times before another strong orgasm overtook you. Your jaw dropped, letting no noise out as your walls pulsated around Hyunjin’s cock. You tried to catch your breathing as you rubbed Hyunjin’s neck soothingly. “C’mon, be a good boy. Fill me up baby, breed this cunt, yeah?”

Hyunjin whined again, thrusting quick and fast until you felt his cum start to fill you up, the warmth overtaking your senses. He bit into your shoulder harshly as he came, before mumbling something about being good for you. You stroked the tendrils of sweaty, dark hair at the nape of his neck, murmuring sweet nothings soothingly.

Felix clapped his hands together. “Well! That was great. But Hyunjin, you’re fucking sweaty, please have a shower.”

You giggled, and Hyunjin threw himself off of you with a groan and a displeased noise.

“Can see why Felix is so crazy about you. That pussy is something fucking else.”

“Really?” You hummed. “Well, you’re both welcome to come back for more any time.”

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing(s): Rhysand x Reader, Cassian x Reader, Azriel x Reader

Warnings: poly relationship, smut, sharing is caring, poly mates, fff what i would give to have the bat boys as my mates, voyeurism, masturbation, bratty reader, disobeying rhys and the gang, punishment, overstimulation

Words: 1761

Summary: One major flaw of your's: You were cocky of not just your own strengths, but also the guard dogs at your beck and call. Your three mates.

You knew you were in deep shit the moment you nailed the coffin into your decision.

Rhysand forbade you from acting out on your own during this reconnaissance. Normally he wouldn't have said anything; you were good at whatever you put your mind to and you knew how to behave yourself unlike Cassian who was known to blow his cover from time to time. You and Azriel made an excellent spy pair. Both levelheaded and calculating, not to mention very deadly. Lacking the useful shadows that were unique to Azriel, that didn't stop you from being just as intimidating.

Or perhaps reckless.

That was one major flaw of your's. You were cocky of not just your strengths, but also the guard dogs at your beck and call. Your three mates. Yes, THREE.

A fae would be lucky to find their soulmate in their lifetime. Many never felt that electrifying spark of your invisible bond being snapped into place. And you'd felt it three times. A phenomenon that had never been witnessed before in all of fae history. It caused Rhysand to delve deep into the House of Wind's library to look up whatever he could about fae soulmates. He even went so far as to ask Helion, whom he had a somewhat friendly relationship with, if he could scrounge up any information on his end. The Day Court high lord upon hearing of this immediately became highly interested.

Of course you would feel indestructible. On top of the world even. In your pocket you possessed a High Lord, a general and a spymaster. You yourself were known as the Mistress of Poison.

None of that would save you from disobeying Rhysand's orders though. Sometimes you forgot that you HAD to obey him. Even if the four of you stood together as equals, there was still a power dynamic when regarding Rhysand. Azriel would not be covering for you this time.

"It was the perfect opportunity Rhys!" Trying to argue your case once more, Rhysand merely holds a hand up to quiet you. You pout, biting down on your lower lip to prevent anymore words from slipping out. Nervously you glance to either side of you where Cassian and Azriel stood.

Az's blue eyes catch you in the corner, he stiffly shakes his head. Don't argue, love.

Even Cassian's voice chimes in You've really done it this time.

He wasn't exaggerating. Rhys' pretty violet eyes were hardened. "You could have gotten hurt." More importantly, you blocked me from your thoughts. Like you think I wouldn't know. "You disobeyed me. You could have even blown Azriel's position."

Unlikely. . . Azriel half muses but returns his face to a neutral expression when he caught Rhysand's gaze sharply slice into him.

Utterly foolish, you utter "But I didn't get hurt. And I didn't blow Azriel's cover." The pressure of his power thickens the air around you. "I succeeded in killing them, didn't I? Succeeded in what we were sent out to do."

Cauldron, zip your beautiful mouth. Mentally hisses Cassian. From the corner of your eye you catch a twitch of his wings.

You were digging your own grave yet you couldn't stay silent. Rhys' doubt of your capability wounded you.

Rhys sighs deeply through his nose, the rigidness of his broad shoulders reduces when he reads your thoughts. "That's not the issue here."

"You don't think I can take care of myself? That I can't be trusted like Cassian and Azriel?"

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Rhysand's deep black hair shifts as he shakes his head. "Perhaps this is my fault. You think you don't have to listen to me because you're my mate. That you don't have to listen to any of us."

From either side, you suddenly feel hands clamp down on your wrists. Rounded eyes gawk at Cassian before swiveling to Azriel. You give your wrists an experimental tug to test your restraints. Fingers like iron manacles.

"You're spoiled."

Brat.

The click of his boots hammer into your chest each step he took.

"I can't let this insubordination continue. I know you can take care of yourself. If you had discussed this with us, we would not be in the situation we're in now."

You didn't even tell Az where you'd rushed off to. And you didn't care about what you would be putting him through with your vanishing act.

Finally Rhysand stands in front of you. His entire hand was able to grab your entire jaw. "I'm proud that you succeeded. But I'm going to have to remedy your arrogance."

You try to wrench your face out of his grasp, in response Rhysand tightens his hold. He's not looking at you, addressing the other two. "Take her to my room. I'll be there in a moment. Have her ready."

A thrilling surge shoots through your core, alongside terror that you would be at their complete mercy. Unable to touch and coax them. All of you knew you wouldn't apologize for what you did. This wasn't the first time you'd callously acted on your own. To your credit, it had been quite some time since you'd last disobeyed Rhys.

"Really should have kept your mouth shut." Cassian barks out a laugh as he and Azriel haul you off.

Azriel shakes his head but even he has a smile quirking up the corners of his mouth. "Maybe it's you who needs to shut your mouth Cass. She may be at our mercy, but I doubt that exempts you from having your dick bitten."

He rolls his eyes. "She would never! Love my cock too much, don't you?"

In reply you snap your jaws at him before turning your attention to Az. "You know I didn't mean anything bad by what I did. I know I should have taken your feelings into consideration-"

"But you didn't. Don't think you can sweeten me up with a belated apology." Hazel eyes narrow at you. He would be offering no help to you. "Be silent and accept your punishment.

The cover over your eyes disorients you even more. Still you were able to distinguish whose cock was shoved into your mouth and whose teeth were sweetly nibbling on your clit causing you to cry out and beg for mercy.

You'd already orgasmed twice and your poor clit was overstimulated to the point where pleasure bordered pain.

You try to yank your hands free from Rhys' magic that bound you. His heavy gaze weighing you down. You didn't require sight, of course Rhysand would be watching. Probably fisting his own thick cock that was beading with precum. He wouldn't waste his seed on masturbating though.

"Alright. Have her present." Rhys voice sounds lazy as he commands his general and spymaster to stop.

Suddenly your body is pulled this way and that until your face is pressed against a pillow, ass positioned high up. Rough hands spread your legs so your already messy cunt is on display for the High Lord of the Night Court.

There's a sharp smack to your ass that has you yelping.

Another.

And another.

Then obtrusive fingers slide right into your exhausted pussy. You'd already taken Cassian and Azriel. Twice.

A hand, most likely Az's, strokes your sweat soaked hair.

"We're a team, are we not?" Rhysand's harsh tone clips through your pants.

"Y-Yes." At that point you'd allow all three of them to try and shove their dicks inside of your cunt if it meant you could get water and some rest. "M'sorry. . ."

"We talk things out together." He removes his fingers and you could feel the spongy tip of his cock prod at you. "None of us make a move until all of us agree. Was that not the plan? Don't apologize just to me."

"M'sorry Cass. . . S-Sorry Az. . ." You're barely able to catch your breath when you feel Rhysand breach your folds. Your nails cling desperately to the sheets under you.

Cassian laughs. "I know you are, sweetheart. I forgive you."

Azriel's scarred digits are still weaving through your hair as he hums. "Just remember next time. Don't let it happen again."

"Though I dare say she likes being punished." Darkly laughs Cassian when Rhysand finally snaps his hips forward to sheathe himself inside of you.

He stretches your walls to their limit in a ferocious rhythm that has you unattractively squealing. Rhysand's grip on your waist is firm as he keeps you in position with the help of your other two mates. You can't help the drool that dribbles out of the corner of your mouth. Especially when his balls keep tapping against your clit.

Through his own groans of pleasure at the absolute death grip your pussy had on his shaft, Rhysand manages to pull himself together to ask "What do you guys think, should I make her cum again?"

"N... N. . . No!" You helplessly protest from under him.

They just laugh.

"Never heard you reject an orgasm before." Azriel cheekily comments.

Rhysand must have thought it a good idea since you felt another white hot jolt when the pad of his finger lands on your poor clit that throbbed with its own heartbeat. "Our High Lady can take one more."

You thought you'd ascended to another plane of existence.

Your boys spent the next two hours bathing you from the mess they'd made of your body.

With feather light touches, Azriel gently ran a soft towel over your sensitive skin.

Sitting between Rhysand's legs, your High Lord washed your hair. When he came across a knot, Rhysand coaxed it free without the harsh tugging they'd previously been doing with it. He'd asked you to recount to him how you'd killed the target. Now that the hard feelings were over, your boys wanted to hear about your success.

After bathing, Cassian presents you with a pre-warmed towel that engulfed your whole being.

Once in bed, your eyes grew warm. "I am sorry. Really. We are a team. I shouldn't have acted on my own."

Rhysand leans down to brush his lips along the bridge of your nose before kissing you. "You don't have to apologize anymore."

Cassian, being your favorite teddy bear, slithers under the sheets with you and pulls you to his expansive chest. He insisted on being first in the cuddling duties. Rhysand and Azriel unfortunately had to finish their own respective duties. But the general was all your's for the rest of the night.

He kisses the crown of your head. "Rest sweetling."

Azriel kisses your cheek before standing tall. "Have sweet dreams."

[demonboysdelight]

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (3

Hello! Welcome to my page, here I'll be writing for: The Saja boys & Huntrix from Kpop Demon Hunters + The Sakamaki, Mukami, Tsukinami brothers & Kino from Diabolik Lovers + Obey Me characters + various Tokyo Revengers characters in any timeline, and the male love interests from Love and Deepspace.

WHAT I WRITE:

Reactions (i.e. Saja Boys react to you...) Scenario's Poly Relationships with reader. Fem! Reader, S/O and Male/Femboy! Reader Romantic + Platonic relationships Smut + Fluff + Angst & Comfort AUs (i.e. alpha! Sakamaki brothers, etc.) I can write fics with no reader.

WHAT I DON'T WRITE: Dominant Reader Any weird/disgusting kinks No incest/stepcest or family-related. No minor x adult, etc (Only Platonic!). Cheating, sorry not sorry but the topic of cheating makes me so angry. 😭

My Masterlist (3

Requests: Open. :)

[sister-lucifer]

Taken To Another World 

⊹₊⟡⋆A Multifandom Fantasy AU Themed 5K Celebration Writing Challenge⊹₊⟡⋆

Special thanks to @ghostboneswrites2 for inspiring this! 

Interested? Keep reading! 

There will be two prompts for each genre; a pair for fluff, a pair for smut, a pair for angst, and a pair for horror. Each prompt comes with its own criteria, so read carefully! 

How To Participate: 

Reblog this post (for reach! thanks!) 

Pick a prompt (or multiple) 

Write your fic 

Post it and tag me (feel free to send it to me directly if I don’t see it!) 

Use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge 

The fandoms this challenge is open to are as follows: 

Obey Me!, Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Batman (and all related media), Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (all parts), and any original characters/universes.

Don’t see your fandom? You’re still free to use these prompts (and please tag me if you do so I can see it,) but it unfortunately will not count as an entry for this challenge!

Rules: 

Feel free to pick multiple prompts, but you cannot enter more than one fic per prompt! 

The fics can be part of your own ongoing series, but they must be able to stand alone as their own piece without the additional context of the series 

Please state which prompt you chose somewhere on your post 

Feel free to cross post your work to another site such as Ao3, but please, do mention that it was part of my challenge 

Anyone can participate in this challenge, however I ask that minors stay away from the NSFW prompts 

You are free to bend the prompts as you wish, there is no mandatory time period or setting 

My inbox and messages are always open if you need to ask questions, consult me, or just want to discuss ideas!

The fics can be Character x Reader, Character x OC, or Character x Character; relationships can be platonic or romantic as you wish

Some prompts are written with pairs in mind; feel free to modify this to fit in as many characters as you’d like. Poly relationships included!

Absolutely NO incest OR pedophilia under any circumstances 

NO AI, NO using other people’s writing, and NO using a piece you’ve already written

Pay attention to the criteria! Prompt 1 will have a required quote, and Prompt 2 will have a required plot point/action

The Deadline is currently undecided. This will be updated soon 

Winners: 

I will choose up to 3 finalists for each prompt.  The finalists will be presented in a poll, and the readers will choose the winner. 

The winner of each prompt will get their own shoutout/promo post including an analysis of what I liked about their fic, & at least 3 fics I recommend from them and why. 

Does all that sound like fun? Good! Here’s your prompts:

Over The River, Through The Woods…

Fluff + Faeries

Prompt 1:  In a fit of rebellion, a naive royal flees from the castle and into the woods. They stumble upon a faerie who, against all they’ve ever been taught, seems rather…kind. 

Necessary Criteria: “Anyone can do a good thing if they try.” / “Well…how often do you try?”

Prompt 2: Fae don’t often leave their villages, except to gather. Unfortunately, one foolish faerie has found themself entangled in a trap left behind by a human hunter. Even worse, the human has returned to see what they’ve caught; although, they seem far more curious than hostile. 

Necessary Criteria: One of the characters teaches the other a new word in their native tongue. 

Magic Begins In Superstition, And Ends In Science…

Angst + Alchemy 

Prompt 1: The job of an alchemist’s apprentice is rarely an easy one. Magic is a fickle mistress, after all. When the apprentice’s companion tries to pull them away from their work, the argument gets heated, until the pressure becomes too much and causes an intense explosion…literally. 

Necessary Criteria: “You’re not even smart enough to understand what I do, and you think you get to tell me when to stop working?!”

Prompt 2: The alchemist’s work is starting to consume them. Blinded by their pursuit of knowledge, they recklessly decide to slip a bit of their newest experimental concoction into their companion’s meal without their knowledge. The alchemist convinces themselves this is all for the greater good, and surely nothing all that bad could happen, but soon comes to regret it. 

Necessary Criteria: A horrible transformation. 

The Tongue May Be Twice As Sharp And Thrice As Lethal As The Blade…

Smut + Swords 

Prompt 1: A rivalry between two swordsman gets a bit out of hand when the pair decide to make a salacious bet over a duel: whoever loses must play submissive to the other, starting from the moment they drop their sword. 

Necessary Criteria: “Don’t think I’ll surrender that easily.” / “Mm, I didn’t think you would…I like it so much more when you’re fiery.”

Prompt 2: A courageous knight rescues a royal from the clutches of peril, and their majesty simply can’t let their hero leave without thoroughly rewarding them for such bravery. 

Necessary Criteria: The pair narrowly avoid being caught in the act. 

Cursed Is The Man Who Dies, But The Evil Done By Him Survives…

Horror + Hexes

Prompt 1: Foolish explorers accidentally wander into a witch’s garden. One of them can’t resist plucking a berry from a bush, not giving it a second thought as they swallow it down, only for the horrific consequences of a curse to start taking form the next day. 

Necessary Criteria: “Please…you have to tell me you know how to make this stop.” 

Prompt 2: While treasure hoarding is generally frowned upon among honorable bounty hunters, some simply can’t kick the habit. This quickly proves to be a terrible mistake, though, as a cursed trinket starts to warp its owner’s mind and plunge them into a darkness that turns them on the one they love most. 

Necessary Criteria: Creative use of an everyday object as a weapon. 

Final Reminders:

Most importantly: Have Fun! 

Make sure to read the rules carefully! 

You’re always free to ask questions! 

Tag me in your entry + use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge! 

Happy Writing, everyone!

(even if you don’t plan to participate, please reblog and share this post so others will see it!)

[yanderestarangel]

hello! i just found your blog and i've been obsessed with your writing <33 can i request a smut with a poly relationship with johnny and kenshi. i feel like they'd be so drastically different but work so well together in bed

HEADKANONKS MK1 | KENSHI TAKAHASHI X JOHNNY CAGE X READER

TW: afab anatomy, fluff, soft headcanons, threesome, smut, nsfw, double penetration, blowjob, kenshi and Johnny make out with each other, gay sex, anal sex, vibrators, ice play, switch!reader, sub!johnny, dom!kenshi, daddykink.

♡ A relationship with both of them at the same time would be quite an adventure. Kenshi is the balance between you and Johnny - he knows that if he leaves you two alone, you and Johnny might do crazy things and end up in jail, like the time you two accidentally set one of Johnny's cars on fire on a public street. -Kenshi had to pay the two of you bail, with Johnny's money of course -

♡ The three of you have a group on WhatsApp, everything you need to talk about you will talk about in that chat, be it gossip, news or even asking where each one is, when the other is away, you named your boyfriend's contact as "gay son " and "thot daughter" - I don't even need to say who is who, right? -

♡ Kenshi has the love language serving, showing that he cares about you and Johnny, if you ask to be carried or a glass of water or anything within his reach, he will do it.

Example: You, Kenshi and Johnny watching a movie on Saturday night, on Cage's king size bed, Kenshi on the left side, you in the middle and Johnny lying on your thighs as he took Kenshi's hand too. You felt thirsty but were too lazy to get up and help yourself, soon turning to Takahashi.

"-Can you get me a glass of water, my love?" -You asked calmly, smiling at the man who just waved and stood up.

"-Can you get it for me too baby girl?" -Johnny said laughing to Kenshi who gave the middle finger in response to the actor.

"-What's up Takahashi? I'm your boyfriend too!" -Cage said in response, as he looked at you pouting, you soon asked Kenshi to bring it to Johnny too, and he obeyed - he was already going to do it anyway, but he loved seeing Johnny beg and get angry and you knew it, affectionately in your other partner's hair.

♡ Johnny Cage has a different language, he likes to spend money on you and Kenshi, shopping in luxurious malls, sports cars, branded watches, everything you and Kenshi imagine and want is yours, just ask and Cage will move mountains if it takes to see you two smile.

♡ You live in Johnny's mansion, in the same room, in the same bed. If you're not used to sharing a bed, it's best to get used to it. Johnny will hug you, suffocating you on his chest, it's an uncontrollable and involuntary gesture of his, while placing one of his muscular thighs on top of you. Kenshi sleeps straight, with his stomach up, but sometimes he will also do the same as Johnny with you - you could barely breathe due to the weight of them together -

♡ Kenshi lends you his clothes, but tells you not to pass them on to Johnny, which you disobey and do the opposite, sometimes Johnny himself asks you to take Takahashi's shirts for him to wear, all to tease the poor swordsman.

"-I thought I asked for my shirt for you to wear, not Cage." -Kenshi said, laughing aside, watching Johnny parade around the house in his red satin shirt.

"-This blouse looks better on me than on you Takahashi, that's why our dear (Y/N) lent it to me." -Johnny said, giving you a kiss, and then another one with Kenshi, making him agree and not be angry with you two.

♡ Johnny will always take you two to his awards, he doesn't care about judgement, he has two extremely hot partners by his side, why would he be embarrassed?

♡ Kenshi and Johnny get along well, that is, your relationship has almost no fights, if you are insecure about something, especially with them being together more and leaving you out, they will sit down and talk, it's a little scary because it was The first time you saw Johnny was extremely serious, saying that he loves you equally as he loves Kenshi, and that he would never leave either of you for anything.

♡ They can work very well together in bed to give you pleasure, Kenshi loves being rougher and more dominant, watching you squirm and beg for him, Johnhy makes you excited and satiates you at the same time, he can't contain his dick in his pants. seeing you beg so beautifully for him and Kenshi to fuck you.

♡ Johnny likes to fuck your pussy with his fingers and tongue, while Kenshi loves watching you squirm, Johnny's fingers go on your clit while Takahashi pushes his dick into your pussy, both of them smiling as he sees you moan and turn into a crying mess. Cage would help Kenshi's dick enter you further or even suck Takahashi's dick while lying on your belly, to help lubricate the way.

♡ They both like to give double blowjobs, that is, your poor mouth will have both of their cocks at the same time, while they both smile and moan in unison, kissing each other sometimes while praising you for taking their cock so well.

♡ The three of you like to tease each other outside too, using vibrators. You would use a small internal oval, inside your pussy. Johnny would use it on his dick and inside him, while Kenshi used one only on his dick, the adrenaline was not knowing who would activate the speed or increase it, ending with Kenshi fucking Johnny while Johnny fucked you hard - Kenshi between Johnny's legs and you sitting down with your pussy in the movie star's mouth.

♡ They also like to do double penetration, with Kenshi going in your ass and Cage in your pussy, they accelerate the rhythm together, holding you between the two of them, while Johnny praises you, Kenshi degrades you...

♡ Kenshi will play with ice on your nipples, while Johnny used the cube to rub it on your clit, while you were blindfolded, completely at the mercy of both of them - you would have to guess which dick was entering your pussy at that moment, Kenshi's or Johnny's , both are thick and big, so you would have to use maximum touch to find out -

♡ When one or the other is tired, you can fuck him, you can always turn to your other partner. If Kenshi is too tired Johnny will fuck you on the mattress moaning and whimpering while Takahashi sleeps. If Johnny is too tired, Kenshi will fuck you all over the mansion and record the fuck for Cage to watch later - and obviously tease him -

♡ Johnny will also want to be fucked by you, don't have a dick? just grab a strap on and fuck his ass, he'll whimper at you while calling you "daddy/mommy" muffled by Kenshi's dick in his mouth.

Johnny smirks against your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking expertly, his lips occasionally sucking gently. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Meanwhile, Kenshi groans softly as you take him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. His hand finds its way to your hair, gripping it gently, guiding your movements. You can feel the intensity building in both of them, their desire for you palpable in every touch and caress.

Johnny, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, slowly moves up your body, his eyes locked with yours. He positions himself between your thighs, his erection pressing against your entrance. Kenshi, still enjoying the lust of your mouth, watches with an intense gaze. Johnny, lost in the waves of pleasure, moans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening. As Kenshi's thrusts grow more intense, he leans over Johnny, his voice dripping with domination.

"-You're such a greedy little slut, Johnny..." Kenshi sneers, his tone laced. "-Taking pleasure from both ends, unable to get enough. Look at you, being fucked like the naughty little whore you are." A mischievous smile tugs at your lips as you witness Kenshi pulling out of Johnny, leaving him panting and needy. You lock eyes with Johnny. Slowly, you lower yourself onto his hard cock, your tightness enveloping him completely.

Johnny's eyes widen with pleasure as he fills you, his grip on your hips tightening in an attempt to control his own urges. You move your body in slow, tantalizing motions, savoring the feeling of him deep inside you.

Meanwhile, Kenshi positions himself behind Johnny once again, his hands firmly gripping his hips. With a single fluid motion, he pushes back into Johnny's willing ass, eliciting a chorus of mixed moans and gasps from all three of you. Johnny's body trembles, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he nears the edge of pleasure. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and desperation, his voice strained as he fights for control. "-Please...please let me cum. I need to release, to feel the warmth of your pussy and the grip of Kenshi's dick..."

Kenshi, his grip on your breasts tightening, thrusts into Johnny with a renewed vigor, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through all of you. Your eyes lock with Johnny's, a knowing smirk on your face as you give him permission to release. "-Cum for us, Johnny. Coat me with your warmth and feel the pleasure surge through you as Kenshi fills your tight ass."

With a final thrust, he pours his lust into your awaiting pussy, moaning out your name in ecstasy.

Simultaneously, Kenshi finds his release inside Johnny's willing ass, his body shuddering with pleasure and fulfillment. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, the sensation of being filled from both ends heightening your own pleasure.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[sereia4skz]

Hihi, is it possible to ask for a oneshot extension of that one text fic of poly!ot8 with fox!reader??

The one from your 1.5k event, i get if you wouldn’t though!

oneshot | mine, mine, mine

pairing: sub!Jilix x f!reader | part 1

genre: smut

warnings: technically!poly!OT8 (but only felix and jisung are getting it), fox hybrid!reader, smut, possessive behavior, overstimulation, oral (m!receiving), riding, mating kink, praise, light begging, creampie

word count: 960

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Felix is already whining the second you shift under the blankets.

“Where are you going?” he mumbles, voice gravelly with sleep. His tail wraps around your thigh, and you feel the gentle thump of it swishing against the sheets.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Jisung mumbles from your other side, arms clumsily tightening around your waist. His nose nuzzles your shoulder as his voice melts into a tiny, sleepy whimper. “She wouldn’t leave her babies.”

Your ears twitch at the sound of it, her babies. And your tail flicks behind you, just once, before curling softly across Jisung’s hip.

“‘Course I wouldn’t.” You hum, voice smooth, drowsy. You roll onto your side to face them, and both of them shift in immediately, Felix tucking into your chest, Jisung sliding a thigh between yours, practically purring when he settles.

They’re warm and pliant and so very clingy. Maybe it’s the heat still simmering in their marks, purple and pink, healing over on their necks, glowing faintly under your scent. You’d claimed them both last night, fully, thoroughly. Teeth sunk in, fingers gripping hard, both of them moaning through it with the filthiest sobs you’ve ever heard.

Despite all the boys going on about their day after last night, these two were quick to come back to bed. The memories of the previous night keep them so needy. Now they won’t let go of you. Not that you mind.

“Mmm, sunshine,” you murmur, brushing Felix’s hair back from his eyes, “you’re burning up.”

He lets out a soft sigh and nudges closer. “Feel floaty…”

Jisung nods, eyes fluttering open sleepily. “Like we’re still in heat. It’s ‘cause of you.”

You grin, teeth flashing just a little too sharp. “Because I fucked you so good?”

They both squirm.

“…yes,” Felix whispers.

You kiss his forehead, then tilt your head to nose at Jisung’s temple. “You poor things. All needy again already?”

Jisung’s ears flatten shyly. He nods.

You hum thoughtfully and lean back against the pillows. “Guess I better take care of my good boys.”

Their ears perk immediately, Felix practically lights up.

“Lay back,” you instruct gently, patting Felix’s chest. “Let me see my sunshine.”

He obeys like it’s instinct, rolling onto his back, legs slightly parted, the most pathetic little whine leaving his throat as your tail brushes between them. His cock’s already hard, twitching against his stomach.

“Look at you,” you purr, crawling between his thighs, “not even five minutes and you’re already begging.”

Felix blushes deep, lips parted, hands gripping the sheets. “Not begging-”

“You will be.”

You drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, slow and warm, and Felix whimpers so sweetly that Jisung’s hips rock against your thigh. You don’t even have to look at him to know he’s hard too, pressing up against you for attention.

You don’t ignore him, of course. One hand strokes Felix, lazy and teasing, while the other reaches back to grip Jisung’s hip and keep him pressed against you.

“Patience, Hannie,” you coo. “You’ll get your turn.”

Jisung lets out a breathy moan and hides his face in your shoulder. “You’re mean.”

You grin. “You like it.”

Felix arches under your mouth, hands flying to your hair, and you hum low in your throat as you take him in fully, nose brushing his pelvis. His hips jerk, helplessly. You hold him down.

“Good boy,” you whisper against his skin. “You always taste so sweet.”

Felix moans, breath catching. “You’re gonna- m-make me-”

You pull off just enough to tease him. “Already?”

He nods frantically, eyes glossy.

You let him. You make him, really, tight suction, strokes that don’t pause for a second, until he gasps out your name and spills with a choked cry, back arching completely off the bed. You stroke him through it gently, cooing praise as he shudders in your grasp.

And then you let Jisung roll you onto your back. “My turn,” he whispers, face flushed, eyes glazed over like he’s high on your scent. “Need you so bad, noona…”

You let your thighs fall open.

He doesn’t waste time, slides between them, grinding against you like a desperate pup, cock hot and wet and rutting where he knows you want him. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in.

“Beg.”

Jisung whines against your mouth. “Please. Please let me make you feel good, wanna be inside, wanna feel you, mommy…”

You moan low and grip his ass, guiding him in with one smooth thrust.

“Fuck Hannie- yes,” you pant, nails sinking into his hips. “Such a good boy for me.”

He whimpers into your neck, already trembling, moving with fast, messy thrusts. He’s so loud, soft whines and stuttered gasps, his voice a constant stream of praise and need:

“You’re so warm- feels so good- don’t wanna stop-”

You wrap your arms around him and fuck up into him hard enough to make him sob.

You’re close, and so is he, so you tilt your hips just right and grind until he’s gasping your name into your ear and spilling inside you, thick and hot, filling you up just the way he knows you like.

You clench around him and finish with a soft, breathless moan, your tail curling over his spine protectively.

You hold him like that for a long time.

Felix eventually crawls back over, still a little dazed, and nuzzles into your chest while Jisung lies boneless between your thighs, cock still twitching inside you.

You hum, running your claws gently down their backs.

“You two are so cute when you’re fucked out.”

They groan in perfect sync. And then Felix mutters into your chest:

“…Wanna go again later.”

You laugh, low and sharp.

“Of course you do, sunshine.”

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