#poly sync

[s1ndle]

Moon Cosmic Power, Make Up!!

[bunni-bun]

continuing my read but this specific panel is for @scarefox and their evil polycule agenda 💛💚🩷

[dazzelmethat]

Three Caballeros scene near the finale. I hope whoever the 1944 art director was knew that they permanently imprinted surrealism inside my 3 yr old brain...

I'm still blown away by it's bold use of animated color. This segment in particular is massively influenced by the Mexican surrealist movement that started in the 1920s I think.

[snuize]

fisch lip sync test with weird al audio

Yippee yippee yippee

[ngocthiensupply]

So sánh Yealink SP92 vs Poly Sync 20: Lựa chọn nào tốt?

Trong thời đại làm việc linh hoạt và hội họp trực tuyến ngày càng phổ biến, thiết bị âm thanh chất lượng cao đóng vai trò quan trọng giúp nâng cao hiệu quả giao tiếp. Hai mẫu loa hội nghị di động được nhiều doanh nghiệp tin dùng hiện nay là Yealink SP92 vs Poly Sync 20. Vậy giữa Yealink SP92 vs Poly Sync 20, đâu mới là lựa chọn tốt nhất cho doanh nghiệp bạn? Bài viết dưới đây sẽ so sánh chi tiết về thiết kế, chất lượng âm thanh, tính năng, và giá cả để giúp bạn có quyết định chính xác.

[expired-rice]

IM BACK YALL

I've returned from the depths of Blender forums and have been creating junk

big fan of 3d lately She's a vibe

[arsenicflame]

Steddyhands for the ship ask game

thank u !!!!!

Send me a ship and I will grade it:

A: I love it

ha ive actually been having a really interesting conversation with my friend about this specific topic, in that, i dont really ship steddyhands? or thats how i feel about it anyway- i ship each couple individually at the same time, but i dont tend to imagine them doing things i consider couple things all together (i also recognise my stance on that is weird because ill still stick them in the same bed and maintain thats not couple activity) specifically the appeal of steddyhands to me is how each couple inside it plays off each other and provides fulfilment that the third person cannot!

Steddyhands, for me, is about not having to be everything for someone and that being ok :)

[vampirepuppyboyfag]

i feel like every greek chorus was made up of the absolute worst polycule you've ever seen

[riddlesbunny]

rumors

summary: Mattheo and Theo put an end to the rumors they might be attracted to each other one drunken night, but not in the way you’d expect.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theo Nott

word count: 1k

warnings: Explicit smut, Poly!Slytherins, oral (m & f receiving), MLM!!!, p in v sex, creampie, cum eating, squirting, 18+ MDNI

note: for my sweet angel @nemesyaaa <3

There was no denying that Slytherins loved to gossip– you had even found yourself engaged in a rumor or two. However, when it came to your boyfriend having the hots for his best friend, you were taken by complete surprise. You had even yelled at Millicent for implying such a thing. They didn't like each other like that, they couldn't... could they?

At first, you dismissed it. They were best friends, always together, always in sync. But then you started noticing things. The way Theo’s gaze lingered a little too long when Mattheo wasn’t looking. How Mattheo’s smirk softened whenever Theo was near. The fleeting touches, the stolen glances.

And then came that night.

It started as a joke. A drunk night in the Slytherin common room. The rest of the gang were out at Hogsmeade, but the three of you stayed back. You were sprawled out on the couch, Theo sitting beside you, Mattheo lounging across from you both, his usual cocky grin in place.

Someone—maybe it was you, maybe it was Mattheo, you can't remember —threw the idea into the air like a careless spark.

“What if all three of us… you know?”

The air shifted instantly. Theo went still. Mattheo’s smirk deepened, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—held something different. Something darker. Something real.

You expected laughter, maybe teasing. But instead, there was silence. A charged, heavy silence that made your stomach tighten. Then Mattheo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked onto yours.

“Would that be a problem for you?” he asked, his voice lower than usual, almost testing.

Theo exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight, his throat bobbing with something unsaid.

And that’s when it clicked. The rumors weren’t just rumors.

You looked between them—Theo, who suddenly wouldn’t meet your eyes, and Mattheo, whose smirk was still there but softer now, like he was waiting for your confirmation.

You had no idea what you’d just stepped into. But you were about to find out.

Now you’re on your knees infront of Theo, nothing new, except now you’re accompanied by his best friend. 

Matty takes the lead, his warm hand wrapping around Theo’s cock. He looks at you, a wicked grin on his lips. “I know how much you like to suck him off,” he states before gesturing towards Theo. That bastard must have been talking about you. Oh well, it didn't matter now.

You lick your lips as you lean forward, sliding your tongue along the tip of Theo’s cock as Mattheo continues stroking him. You wrap your lips around his tip, tasting a bead of precum that forms at the head. Matty guides your movements gently, slowly fucking your mouth with his Theo's cock. Your throat relaxes as Matty controls his pace, salvia pooling out of your mouth, dripping down your chin.

Theo’s eyes flutter shutas a loud groan erupts from his chest, pushing himself further down your throar, causing you to gag. Matty leans into you, whispering, “do you want me to take over?” 

Your heart races and wetness pools at your core as his words register. Nodding, you pull back, leaving Theo slick with your spit. 

Matty smirks at you, “such a good girl,” before taking Theo’s cock deep into his own mouth. His cheeks hollow out as he begins to suck hard, earning a ragged moan from your boyfriend. 

Theo is whimpering as Matty bobs his head, his curls bouncing up and down., you use your free hand to tug at Theo's balls.

Without any warning to Theo, Matty pulls away; a string of saliva connecting the two of them.

"I want to watch you fuck her" Matty tells Theo and you smile at him, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb as you sit back on your heels.

 "I guess we should give our boy what he wants,” you purr and Theo helps you to your feet, his gaze filled with lust. He takes charge, guiding you toward his bed with Matty close behind. With a gentle push, Theo lays you down, your body sinking into the soft mattres before hiking your skirt up and ripping your panties off.

"Spread those pretty legs for us," Mattheo commands, his voice hoarse with desire. Theo grips your ankles, pulling your thighs apart until you're fully exposed to them both.

Theo leans between your open thighs, pressing his throbbing cock against your slit. 

"So wet already, you like watching him suck me off, huh? Such a dirty girl," he groans, grinding against you, your arousal coating his shaft.

Theo guides his hardness along your entrance, teasing you with a few slow strokes. Then, with one fluid motion, he plunges into you, making you gasp as your body stretches to accommodate him.

Mattheo stands next to you in the bed, pumping his cock in his hand vigorously. Your gaze shifts towards Matty,, his grip tight and fast as he tugs himself. Theo slams into you hard, pushing you further onto the bed.

“Good boy," Matty moans and your eyes widen, “fuck her just like that.”

Mattheo's breathing hitches as he watches Theo slide in and out of you. The wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours fills the room, punctuated by your occasional whimpers of pleasure.

Theo's thrusts become more urgent, driven by an intense need to fill you completely. "Your pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock," he groans, his pace quickening.

As Theo pounds into you, Matty leans down and claims your lips with his own. Your mouths mash together, teeth clashing briefly as you moan into each one another.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum,”  Theo grunts.

"Cum inside her," Mattheo groans.

As if the sound of Mattheo's voice turns him on, Theo lets out a final guttural groan as he spills into you, his pulsating cock shooting load after load deep inside your pussy.

As hefinishes, his cock twitching within you, Mattheo wastes no time to push him out of the way. Kneeling before you, he hooks your leg over his shoulder, revealing the hot, sticky mess between your thighs.  He dives in, his tongue lapping eagerly at your slippery folds, collecting the combination of your juices and his best friend's seed.

Mattheo's tongue flicks wildly, painting your inflamed clit with Theo's hot cum as he hungrily devours the remnants of your release.

As Mattheo feasts on your swollen pussy, you feel another orgasm coiling inside you.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping it tightly as he licks you. Your hips buck uncontrollably as Mattheo sucks at your clit, his expert tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You cry out, "Oh god, don't stop!"

The coil within you snaps and Mattheo pauses mid-lick, his eyes widening as he feels the sudden flood between your legs. The force of your orgasm sends warm liquid spurting across his cheek, wetting his face and filling his mouth.

Theo chuckles in awe, you watch him carefully as he gets himself dressed.

“See what a good girl she is?” He asks Mattheo— who is speechless, wiping your cum from his chin. 

[radiostaticlive]

Headcannon that the bat kids look nothing like Bruce but somehow look like each other, even Damian. Like people can buy that they are all adopted but everyone believes that they are full siblings.

They make up this ridiculous narrative of how their birth parents were in a poly relationship with Bruce but after their tragic death they were separated. It took years for Bruce to find them and go through all the legal loops for adoption.

It was so convincing that even some members of the JL believe it. (Clark and Diana being the only two that know the truth since they were there to help.)

They also do that creepy sibling thing with the synchronized speech and moment. They do it to creep out the annoying paparazzi and reports.

They also do this is costume and it’s fucking amazing.

No body wants to fight the birds without Batman. They do that creepy smile, head turned to the side and slow walk all in sync.

The running theory is that Batman sold his soul to the devil and the Robins are all demons or some form of supernatural.

[astralechoes]

I should probably make a note on my pinned post or something about shipping when it comes to Ignis & Noctis; cause yes they are dating but I'm also chill with multi-shipping with them

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

*deep sigh* I was, as always, inspired by @ilostthewar , aka Baby Moth. This is that post right here.

This got pretty long and I sorta like it. And I will be writing this in multiple parts because I am a sucker for porn with plot.

Title: Soap found her

18+ poly omegaverse 141 x reader

You had known Soap, or Johnny, as he insisted you call him for all of three months. He is one of the few omegas on base, and it's nice to have the comraderie. You work in the civilian and contractor sector, doing intelligence and all of the alphas and betas annoy you. They normally do their best to either coddle you or assert their dominance. So when you meet Johnny, it's like a breath of fresh air.

It starts off slowly at first. Lunch together, you bring him things that you make to share. He's particularly fond of your cooking but is head over heels for the sugary treats you give him. You don't notice how there are two other alphas and a beta watching you two, as you whisper and laugh about things only omegas would get. Next comes deliberate plans to hang out away from base. You invite him to your flat, it's cozy, and you show him the rows of shelves and baskets and trunks full of nesting things. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and fabric softeners and scent sprays. You explain that you change your nest and the theme of the nest monthly, just one life's little pleasures.

Johnny likes that your place is cute and kitschy and that you don't use the big lights in any room and opt for various soft fairy lights. Back on base in his pack's home, the guys notice that Johnny is redoing his own nest. He's added led strip lights, fairy lights, and softer more delicate blankets and pillows. He comes back home one day and gives each of his pack mates a squishmallow to cuddle and sleep with, really drench it in their scents before it goes into his nest. Price and Simon don't think much of the change, and they only notice when Kyle says, "Johnny doesn't normally feed into these types of behaviors."

This causes the three of them to watch their omega a bit closer. The only thing they notice is that Johnny has made a new omega friend, and any unease they had is quelled.

The fourth month comes of you and Johnny knowing each other, and now you're both very close. He has a key to your place and swings by often. So much so that your home carries his scent and the trace scent of the alphas and beta from his pack. You and him do everything that pack omegas would do, together! Things such as shopping for nesting materials, visiting omega only cafés (and you're shocked truly that he hasn't done something like that), he's even gone shopping with you for heat toys to prepare for your upcoming heat (the look he gives you during that trip was one you couldn't really decipher. But his cheeks were pink often).

So much time being spent together means that things...tend to sync up.

Johnny is the first to notice it when his heat is a week late. He confirms that he's not been accidentally pupped by his pack (they are all very careful with not getting him pregnant). The doctor laughs at him and says with a smile on his face, "Your body is probably trying to sync up with a new pack mate."

Johnny is shocked with news, and it's even more true when you start complaining about your own heat not showing up.

"Johnny, I went and saw my primary. She said my hormones are okay, but my body is preparing for a heat soon... Do you think we synced up?" You whisper on the phone with him. It's a bit later in the evening and you've been worried all day since your own appointment. Your heat was due two weeks ago. "I won't be able to make it back to my family in time to be looked after."

"Well, bonnie Bunny." He says quietly, he's laying in his own nest. Simon's shirt fits loosely on him, and the sweats he stole from Gaz fit for the most part. He's got his face in the stuffed animal that smells like cigar smoke and teakwood and notes of the expensive cologne that Price likes to sometimes wear. "My own doctor thinks we're synced up, haven't told my pack yet, but the doctor is suggesting that my team and I be benched until the new break through heat comes."

"Oh Johnny, I'm so sorry." You whimper. "I didn't think this would happen -"

"Nothing to say sorry for bonnie." His voice is low, "I think it's a good thing. I've finally got the push to ask you if you want to, uh...formally meet my pack. They know your scent, and they like it." He chuckles at the memory of Simon inhaling the lingering scent of you from a pillow case he took for his own nest. Another thing that close omegas did was share nesting items and comfort each other.

You're silent for a moment, and it worries him. There's a sigh, it's dreamy in a way, "I'll admit, seeing you with those three on base was nice. I may be respectful, but I'm not blind."

He's grinning like the Cheshire cat. Johnny has always wanted another omega in the pack, but most omegas were either afraid of Simon or put off by Price (he's a bit of a control freak). They also didn't want to be brought into a military ran pack with the chance of one of them randomly getting killed in action. It's fate really that both of your bodies decided to sync up like airpods.

The next morning at the breakfast table, before they all get pulled in different directions for the day, Johnny sets down his lab reports in front of Price. He's not daft. He knows that they know his heat is late. Kyle had made a mention of it in passing that he had stocked up on everyone's favorite snacks and whatnot and that they have not used them yet. At the time Johnny just shrugged, feeling sluggish but nowhere near ready or wanting to be knotted and fucked stupid.

Price raises an eyebrow as he sips his coffee, "You had an appointment and didn't tell us?" He seems a bit hurt. Like if something was wrong with any of his boys, his loves, he would have noticed it. Sure, Johnny's heat was late, but that's happened before when he was stressed over a mission or the outcome of a mission. He chalked it up to the last op they were on, nasty work, but they all made it back in one piece.

"Yeah." Johnny makes himself a plate of food and grabs the orange juice from the fridge. "Been feeling off lately, and it's a new break through heat cycle forming."

This time, it's Simon who snorts. He's not one for random changes. He remembers when his father would have random changes to his rut, and it always meant that he had been cheating on his mom. He really doesn't want to assume the worst right away. "What are you trying to say, Johnny?"

"I want you guys to meet my friend." He says with a small smile, "The friend that smells like toasted marshmallows and sugar cane."

The guys all perk up about that bit of information. The air in the room seemed to be charged with anticipation. Common knowledge that omegas tended to keep their omega friends separate from their packs to avoid issues. Their darling Johnny had found a friend, a new pack mate, and was trying to gauge if they would all accept her. Kyle is the first to break the silence.

"Well." The chair creaks as he leans back in it. In thought, "Is she the reason your cycle has been thrown off, and is that stack of papers from your doctor about to bench us until your break through heat is over?"

He feels a bit sheepish at being called out. "I really like her, and I've been to her house and seen her nest and I'd like to show her mine" he rattles off hastily, "nothing has happened besides us hanging out, and you guys like her scent and well..." Johnny thinks over his next words carefully. He doesn't want to offend his mates, and he doesn't want to put them on the spot. The deep sigh he lets out is long and he listens as John shifts through the doctor orders and suggestions about being benched while waiting for a new heat cycle to happen.

"Tell us Johnny." Kyle reaches over and grabs his hand lovingly. "We won't be mad."

"I get lonely sometimes and normally I can keep a good balance but sometimes you just need that extra bit to make it whole and I think she's that extra bit that could make, me- us whole." He quickly corrects, but everyone already heard.

The reality that Johnny wanted another omega in the pack settled on everyone. It was sudden but understandable. Two alphas and a beta (who leaned more towards being an alpha sometimes) could be a bit much on one omega. They didn't need to think it over, just feeling the dull scent of honey apples coming from him says it all.

John looks up from the papers and smiles gently, "Sure, we'll meet her and go from there." Getting up, he downs the rest of his coffee and moves to put his dishes away. "I'll get the paperwork put in for stand-by medical leave for us. Pick someplace comfortable for you and her, you little muppet."

Johnny can only grin about this change of events.

He's also very excited to experience a synced heat with another omega in his pack. But he's not the only one if the dreamy look on Kyle's face and how Simon looks to be excited is anything to go by.

[nonranghaes]

heads up: implied poly fic (platonic in-fic but implied feelings). we goin through it.

you have what vernon calls "best friend privilege." this means people like you or seungkwan get to come into his apartment whenever the hell you feel like it without much of a heads up, given that he hasn't told you beforehand to not do this. so he's not surprised when he hears you making your way through his apartment late one night, pushing the door open before collapsing onto the bed beside him while he's watching videos on his phone.

"i'm tired of these bullshit dreams, vernon." you huff, body practically melting into the mattress now.

"then sleep here." he shrugs. he pauses the video, turning over to look at you. "you wanna talk about it?"

"maybe in the morning..." you let out a sigh, slowly shifting so that you can actually look at him. all you can really see is what the thin sliver of light peering in from his window lets you, the general outline of him, but its enough. "i'm just tired."

"that's okay." he opens an arm to you, letting you scoot in so that he can hug you. he knows how hard things have been lately. "we can go out for--"

the door opens again, and there's seungkwan. his gaze falls to you, then he meets vernon's eyes again. "are we all having problems today?"

... to be fair, today's been a little rough for vernon, too. funny how life syncs up like this. when vernon moves, he loosely pulls you with him, and the two of you make space for seungkwan to come in and crawl into bed too. it's a little cramped on the queen-sized mattress, but seungkwan snuggles in close, arms drawn around you and hand resting on vernon's side.

"you wanna talk about it?" you peer back at seungkwan, who shakes his head. you manage to reach up, patting his cheek. "that's okay."

"just let me sleep on it." he shuts his eyes, and the two of you can feel as vernon sits up, pulling the blankets up around the three of you.

maybe one day you'll all think about why vernon's bed feels so much more like home than either of your own... but maybe that'll take a little more time.

[brokenmenswhore]

just wondering if you could write a poly!marauders fem!reader smut about reader being insecure to lose her virginity to her best friends because she has a small bit of jiggle on the tummy, like she's one of those mid size girls and she says she either wants to be a large girl or a small girl because she hated how medium is such an awkward size?

oh you’ve come to the right person 🫶🏻 i’m midsize myself and i know the feeling like no other. i know the struggle, but i also know how fucking beautiful (and how fucking hot) a squishy tummy is. this one is personal to me. thank you for trusting me with this 🖤

midsize | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, & sirius)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), biting/marking, body issues/dysmorphia, self-degredation

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Your body relaxed back into the mattress as James kissed you, one hand holding your waist as the other supported himself next to your head. Your fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the slow, sweet kiss as your head melted into the pillow.

The longer you stayed there, the deeper the kiss became. James pressed his hips into you, trying to get any friction he could without crossing a boundary. You hadn’t had sex with any of your best friends yet, and he was constantly nervous that he would make a move that felt like he was pressuring you.

He pressed his semi-hard, clothed length into your thigh, and a small whimper left your lips, catching the attention of Sirius and Remus.

It was typical for you to make out with any of them, but rare there was anything more to it than a kiss, including a noise.

James immediately stopped, pulling away and searching your eyes for any sense of pain or uncertainty. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?” you responded, unsure as to what you did that caused him to stop.

“You made a little noise, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you or anything,” James explained, seemingly reading your thoughts.

“You weren’t,” you assured him, giving him a sweet smile and pulling him back down to you. He took the hint and kissed you again, your lips moving in sync, except he kept his hips raised away from you.

You decided to just say fuck it and go for it, moving your hand to lightly rub James’s cock over his pants.

The moment you touched him, he inhaled a sharp breath and pulled away again. He didn’t remove your hand, but looked down to make sure he was truly feeling what he thought he was feeling. The others caught on quick to his predicament.

“Whatcha doin, doll?” Sirius asked, slumped in a chair, watching the scene unfold.

Your cheeks turned to a slight hint of red, but you didn’t pull your hand away. “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing, angel,” James spoke, “if you’re ready for more, all you have to do is ask for it.”

All three boys watched you intently, impatiently awaiting your response.

You sighed. “I think I’m ready for, like, it, I just-“

You couldn’t even finish the sentence, you were so nervous about speaking your insecurities out loud.

James leaned back and sat on the bed, giving you your space to sit up, pressing your back against the headboard as you crossed your legs. Remus joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking one of your fidgeting hands in his.

“What’s going on, doll?” he asked, rubbing your hand with his thumb as he held it.

You had of course thought about losing your virginity before, and it was unspoken between you and your best friends that it would most certainly be to one of them. You were comfortable with them, and you had all been open with one another about it. They knew you would come to them when you were ready, and you knew they wanted you to. However, you had seen the girls they had been with, and they were all either perfectly skinny or perfectly big. Perfect, pretty, and a solid size. You thought if they truly saw you, they wouldn’t want you anymore.

How could you possibly explain that to them?

Instead of explaining, the thoughts overwhelmed you, and you began to cry. Hysterically.

“Woah woah woah,” Sirius panicked, rushing over to the bed and sitting directly next to you, facing you, and pulling your head to his chest to give you support as you cried. Remus never let go of your hand.

You sat there for a good five minutes before you started to force your breathing to calm down, pulling away from Sirius and wiping away your tears with the back of your shirtsleeve.

Sirius placed a hand on your cheek and dipped his head until he met your now red and puffy eyes. “Talk to me,” he said.

He really meant “talk to us,” but when you were upset, Sirius oftentimes was so focused on you that he legitimately forgot about James and Remus for several moments at a time. He also knew that sometimes it was easier for you to open up if you directed your attention to only one of them, instead of the overwhelming concern of all three.

“You don’t have to be ready right now,” Sirius said, the silence killing him, “if you’re not, you’re not. I don’t think James would mind if you just wanted to take a little baby step. It’s not all or nothing, doll, you’re in control. Just talk to us. Please.”

You took a deep breath, attempting to collect your thoughts as you met his worried gaze. “I’m not skinny.”

Your statement caught Sirius off guard. He was so lost, he had no idea what to say. He turned to Remus and James for help, but they were equally as confused as he was.

Remus slightly squeezed your hand to draw your attention to him. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m not,” you sniffled, “I’m not blind, Rem, I see the girls you guys sleep with, and I have self awareness.”

Sirius usually spoke casually, avoiding the seriousness of conversations, in order to keep the mood light. “You think that matters to us? The last girl James was fucking before he met you was Molly Prewett, and she was a big, big girl, but that didn’t matter, because that never matters.”

“Yeah, but that’s also my point,” you continued, “Molly’s gorgeous and she’s large. I’m not just large, but I’m not just small either. My stomach is the worst thing about me. I’m this weird, gross, awkward fucking in between middle size that no one likes.”

James and Remus sighed. They couldn’t comprehend how you could think this way about yourself. They were at a loss for words.

Sirius, though, was never at a loss for words.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Baby, you have absolutely no idea how absolutely fucking stunning you are. You’re in the perfect body for you. I guarantee you not a one of us has an issue with it.”

None of them had ever called you baby before. There wasn’t actually a label on your relationships, so you just referred to them as your best friends. Baby was something you knew they reserved for their girls. They had never said it to you.

Your head was down, your eyes trained on your unoccupied hand that was toying with the hem of your skirt. “You called me baby,” you spoke, nearly a whisper, so low Sirius almost didn’t catch it.

Sirius smiled, “yeah, baby, I did.”

You sat with him in silence for a moment before James interjected. He leaned over you, fingers toying with the area your shirt was tucked into your skirt, a small tug signaling what he was trying to do. “Can I?”

You looked up at James, terrified to let him lift your shirt, knowing the boys would all see your stomach. He could see in your eyes how scared you were, but he remained calm.

“No pressure, baby, but please.” Baby.

“Can I just- can I lay down at least? When I sit down everything kinda rolls and gets even squishier and-“

“You can do whatever you want,” James cut your rant off before it became too self-deprecating, his legs shifting to the side so you could lay your body back down.

You squeezed Remus’s hand, and he kissed your knuckles to let you know he was still there.

James tugged at your shirt, pulling the fabric out of the waistband in your skirt, and your hand instinctively came down to hold the clothing against your body.

“Give her the blanket, James,” Remus suggested, and James turned to you, watching as you nodded your head yes to him.

He pulled the blanket out from underneath the both of you and handed you the seam, allowing you to shield your body. James’s hands remained under the blanket, blindly unbuttoning your shirt. When he finished the final button, he retracted.

“You gonna let me take it off?” he checked.

You nodded your head up and down. “Siri, can you-“

Sirius caught on, holding the blanket in front of you as James pulled your shirt off your arms, his fingers grazing the sides of your hips, causing you to shiver slightly.

You rested back down on the bed, dropping Remus’s hand to take the blanket back and hold it tightly to your chest.

“Remember, there’s no pressure,” Remus spoke.

“I want to, I really do. I want to get over this hurdle. I want to be able to work through this. I’m just— scared.”

“I wish you could see yoursel-“

“You’re all gonna hate me once I move this blanket.”

“Doll, we could nev-“

“You’re all gonna take back everything you said about wanting me and liking me and caring about me and you’re all gonna leave.” You couldn’t stop the word vomit.

“Baby, ple-“

“You’re all gonna think I’m a gross disgusting monster and you’re gonna go find some other girl with a more defined body size to fuck. I try really hard to sit in specific ways and lay in specific ways to hide my stomach and you’re all gonna see it and you’re all gonna hate me. I wish I was either big or small, I don’t know why I had to be this fucking midsize shit. It’s weird, and you’re all gonna think it’s weird too.”

When you finished speaking, the boys remained silent for a moment, ensuring you were actually done before they tried to speak, only to get cut off again.

Instead of speaking, Sirius took initiative and kissed you gently, the sweetness of the gesture catching you off guard. He stayed like that for a moment before slowly kissing across your cheek, down your jawline, and down your neck. You let him continue, knowing if you couldn’t see his face, it would make it easier. You didn’t think you had it in you to move the blanket. One of the boys would have to do it, and if you could lose yourself in the feeling of Sirius’s lips on you, you wouldn’t have to think about what was happening.

Sirius kissed across your clavicle, one hand meeting yours on the seam of the blanket. His mouth never left your body as he slowly removed your hand, giving it to James to not only keep you from pulling the blanket back, but to ensure you had support. He removed the other hand and gave it to Remus, his own hands clutching the edge of the blanket as he kissed just above the center of your chest.

He only moved the blanket a small amount at a time, kissing lower and lower down your body as he did so. He refused to rush you, even kissing your bra when he reached directly between your breasts, never speeding up his actions or moving the blanket any faster than he had been the entire time.

When his lips reached below your bra, your breathing started to quicken, and Remus could see you were close to crying again. He leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek, calming you down and reminding you that you were okay.

Sirius kissed down your torso, just above your belly button, and then removed the blanket fully, kissing directly under your belly button and then across both sides of your stomach.

His desires and intrusive thoughts got the best of him. He didn’t want to do anything that would risk you becoming more self conscious or nervous, but he kissed the flesh of your stomach just above the center of your leg, and he just couldn’t help himself- he gently bit down on your stomach, causing you to gasp.

He looked up at you as you looked down at him. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panicked, “you’re just, so, so, so-“ he was losing his train of thought as he looked down to where he had bitten you, faint teeth marks on your now visible stomach, his clock twitching in his trousers at the sight.

Because he had pulled away, your stomach was now on display to all three of the boys. You looked at James, catching him scanning your entire upper body before he met your gaze. The look in his eyes was not hatred or disgust, but love. He looked at you the exact same way he had before he had seen your body like this. It was overwhelming. You began to tear up, but you smiled.

“What is it, baby?” James asked.

“You’re looking at me like you still like me,” you admitted, the confession causing you to hiccup as tears free fell.

James smiled, a small laugh of relief leaving his lips as he wiped away your tears with his thumb, “yeah, angel, of course I still love you.”

James didn’t even notice what he had said, and neither did Sirius, who was too preoccupied with staring at his bite mark on you in awe, but you and Remus most definitely caught it.

They all felt it toward one another, you included, but the boys had never spoken it out loud.

You turned to Remus to see his reaction, worried that you possibly heard James wrong. Remus gave you a smile. “Yeah, doll, we still love you.”

Remus’s words are what alerted Sirius to the fact things were still happening around him, despite his hyperfixation on how fucking good your stomach looked with his mark on it. He was distracted, completely forgetting about the gravity of the situation. “Oh, we’re saying that to her now? I thought we were, like, waiting. There was some dumb shit Remus came up with or something.”

Remus threw his hands up in the air. “Fuck did I do?”

“You yelled at me to not say it and then you got to say it first! If you remember, she let it slip to us that one time, and then you were like “oh no Sirius, don’t say it back, what if she thinks we’re making her choose!’ like a dumbass.”

“Actually, technically, James said it first,” Remus corrected.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Guys I zoned out for like two total minutes. Two.”

Their bickering allowed you to breathe and relax for a moment, the attention being taken off of you and your body. They were idiots, and you giggled as you listened to their argument.

They stopped speaking when they heard you giggle. You had been crying for a while now, and to hear you happy was something they all desperately needed.

Remus was so pleased to hear you laugh that he started to peck kisses all around your face: your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips, your face scrunched to protect your eyes from his assault.

“You okay?” he checked in.

“I still wanna hear Sirius say it.”

In his annoyance at the fact that James and Remus had let the L-word bomb drop first, Sirius didn’t actually get a chance to say it you himself.

Sirius placed a kiss to the center of your stomach, looking up at you and saying “I love you, baby, all of you.”

You blushed and smiled at his words. He returned to your stomach, kissing all over before he began to move lower and lower, his teeth pulling at the waistband of your skirt.

You nodded your head to show him you were consenting to him removing the clothing.

“See, usually, I’d leave this on, because you look too fucking good in it,” Sirius spoke, fiddling with the clasp and zipper in the back while you lifted your hips, “but unfortunately it’s covering the rest of this,” he finished, pulling the skirt down your legs and kissing the newly exposed lower stomach.

The only thing between your naked body and the boys was your bra and underwear, and Sirius wasted no time removing your underwear, kissing your thighs as he teased you.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re pretty,” he cooed.

This was the first time they had ever seen you, and this was the first time you had ever been touched or pleasured by someone else. You were nervous, but if you could get through letting them see your body, you could get through anything.

“Bloody hell, please let me taste you,” Sirius pleaded, always insistent on verbal consent even when he was desperate.

Sirius didn’t phrase it as a yes or no question, but you still muttered a “yes” to make it as evident as possible to Sirius that were consenting to whatever he wanted to do.

Sirius nearly growled as he dove in between your legs, licking a small stripe up to your clit and circling the bud. He sucked lightly, gazing up at you and watching as you whined and threw your head back from the stimulation.

Seeing your reactions only egged him on more, and he, without warning, slowly inserted a long, slender finger into your hole. You gasped at the intrusion, shifting your hips slightly in an attempt to move away from the uncomfortable feeling.

He was so enamored by you, and so happy to finally be tasting you, that he completely forgot this was your first time.

“Take it easy, Sirius,” Remus warned as a reminder.

Sirius didn’t seem to care. His eyes stayed locked on you as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. “Shut up,” he snapped at Remus, relishing in the sounds you were making as a result of what he was doing to you. He was being selfish, but he had waited what felt like forever to see you writhing beneath him, and he ignored the fact that James and Remus had waited too.

You let out a particularly filthy moan when he curled his finger upward, hitting a spot that just felt so good.

You had never felt this before, and it was so good, you were destined to not last long. Even though Sirius would kill to see you come just because of him, he didn’t want to tire you out early.

He pulled away, leaving you wet and empty as the cool air hit your core. You instinctively closed your legs, embarrassment settling in as you snapped back to reality.

“Uh uh,” Sirius tutted, pushing your legs back open and bending down to bite the flesh of your stomach again. He pressed his teeth into you harder than before, leaving a more defined mark. He gave himself a small, proud smile, before backing away from you.

Remus leaned over to kiss you, finally taking his turn with you. He kissed down to your neck, biting down gently just below your jawline and sucking a bruise in the same spot. Now that these boys got to have you, especially when no one else had, they were gonna make sure everyone knew it.

“Rem!” you squealed, “that’s gonna leave a mark!”

“There’s already a mark on your stomach, baby, I don’t think it matters.”

“My stomach is covered most of the time, my neck is not.”

Remus shrugged his shoulders. “Oops,” he said, diving back in to darken the bruise on your neck even further.

One of his hands moved down your body, fingertips gently stroking your side before running over your stomach. He made a point to feel every single inch of the skin there, taking a risk with your confidence to squeeze you.

You allowed him to continue, feeling very self conscious but desperately not wanting to ruin the moment. He lightly squeezed the flesh of your stomach, pulling his mouth away from your neck to look at you and make sure you were okay.

He could see you were struggling, extremely nervous about your body, and he kissed your cheek. “Squishy,” he cooed, “I like it.”

“No you don’t,” you responded, “I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

“I’m not lying, doll, the more of you to love, the better. The more of you to worship, the better. I wish you could see yourself how we all see you, because fuck.”

You pulled Remus in for a kiss. “Thank you,” you whispered, barely able to formulate the words.

Remus smiled and leaned back in, still lovingly rubbing your stomach as he peppered kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.

“I think I’m ready now,” you sighed, and your best friends didn’t need clarification as to what you meant.

“Who do you want, angel?” Remus asked.

Your cheeks turned a bold shade of red and your voice became small. “I don’t know.”

They could all see you were nervous about having to single one of them out, worried that you would hurt the other‘s feelings. The truth was, you didn’t like one any more than the other, and you built your own special relationship with each of them individually.

You took a deep breath. “I just need whoever it is to be nice to me. I know we talk a lot about kinkier stuff, but I think I just need this to be gentle the first time ‘round. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Remus said, pulling away and turning to James. He slightly nudged his head toward you and James gave him a small nod of understanding.

Remus stood up, James crawling over you. “You okay if it’s me?”

Even though they were doing everything they could to ensure this stretch of time was about you, you couldn’t help but, in the moment, think about James’s insecurities over your own. James was cocky and confident, but when it came to feeling wanted, he lacked a feeling of self worth. Girls typically aimed their attentions at Sirius in particular, and tended to focus more on Remus than on him if Sirius was otherwise occupied.

You didn’t verbally respond, but instead intertwined your fingers in his hair, curling a few strands with your fingers before pulling him closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You were in this exact position not too long ago, James on top of you as your lips meshed, but things were so much different this time around. Reminiscent of earlier, you moved your hand to touch James through his trousers, a small moan leaving his lips in the kiss, only this time he didn’t pull away or gasp, allowing you to touch him.

You moved your hand up and down, your palm rubbing with a bit more pressure than before. James deepened the kiss at the feeling, lightly grinding his hips against your hand.

He pulled away for a moment, breathing heavily as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t wanna rush you, baby, but if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied.

James gave you a small smile. “Nothin’ to apologize for. It’s not a bad thing.”

“Can I unbutton these?” you asked, fidgeting with the top of James’s pants.

“You can do whatever you want, angel.”

You unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down James’s thighs. You looked up at him as you ran a finger across the seam of his underwear, pulling them down when James nodded yes at you. 

He stood up momentarily, removing his pants and underwear fully before crawling back over you. You kept your eyes on his the entire time, nervous to look at the appendage you had never seen person before.

When he was back on top of you, you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, prompting him to pull it over his head. Once he was fully naked, you ran a hand down his chest, your eyes following your movements as they reached just above his cock.

Your eyes widened, and James noticed, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“‘S big,” you said.

James’s smile widened. “Well thank you, baby.”

“Can I touch it?”

You heard Sirius audibly groan at your question. He was so turned on, the innocent question driving him insane, and just watching this was killing him.

“Mhm,” James responded, voice laced with adoration. He was in awe of you.

You very gently gripped his cock, running your hand up and down the shaft. James swallowed thickly, his mouth falling open as he sighed at the feeling. You noticed his reaction, and the muscle hardened even more in your hand. You started to pump your hand faster, watching James to make sure it still felt good.

“Baby, baby,” he grabbed your wrist, “I don’t wanna come yet. How ya feelin’?”

“I’m ready,” you responded.

James lined his cock up with your entrance, and you felt Remus lean down to place a small kiss on the top of your head. You smiled up at him as you reached out to him, holding his hand as you braced yourself.

You held tightly onto Remus’s hand, looking up at James in preparation.

He watched you intently as he slowly pushed his tip into you. You took a sharp breath in at the feeling, slowly calming your breathing down as you nodded for him to continue.

He continued to enter you, moving excruciatingly slow. When he was finally fully inserted, he stopped moving altogether, giving you a moment to adjust to the new feeling. You squeezed Remus’s hand, James’s size stretching you out more than you had ever been before.

James began to slowly pull back, only exiting a few centimeters before pushing back in. He continued to push in and out, pulling out further and further before thrusting back in as he watched your face, worried he would hurt you if he tried too much at once.

“You okay?” he breathed out.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, the pain becoming too much. You nodded your head yes, but James could see you were struggling a bit. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing a moan from you as he continued to slowly fuck into you, your hand squeezing Remus’s harder and harder.

You considered asking him to stop, the pain consuming your thoughts and attention, but the moment the pain hit its peak, he began to dissipate. Your body relaxed into the mattress, and James felt your muscles loosen beneath him.

He pulled away and you whimpered, “you can m-move f-faster.”

“You sure?” James clarified.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

James began to quicken his pace, setting a steady rhythm. Your body jolted slightly upward each time his hips hit yours, his self control faltering now that you weren’t in pain anymore.

“S-shit,” you moaned, your free hand grabbing at his waist as he picked up the pace, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. He kissed the spot between your neck and your shoulder, his erratic breathing and groaning turning you on more and more.

With James’s head beside yours, you were able to spot Sirius, who was seated at the bottom of the bed, a hand stroking his own cock as he watched James’s hips connect with yours.

He noticed you looking at him, and the moment you made eye contact, Sirius squeezed his eyes shut as he came in his hand.

James grabbed your waist to anchor himself with your body. He used his other hand to push himself upward, looking down at where your bodies connected. He moved his hand from your waist to your stomach, running his fingers over every single inch of it. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered, almost more to himself than to you, as he watched your stomach jiggle slightly with each movement he made.

You whined at the feeling of his hands on your most insecure area as he fucked you. He squeezed your flesh, then ever so lightly pressed on the center of your stomach.

“I can feel myself in you, pretty girl,” he cooed.

The pressure intensified your pleasure, but so did his words. James was turned on by something regarding your stomach. That very fact drove you crazy. It made you feel so, so much better. You trusted these boys with your insecurity, and instead of leaving, they all opted to love you. You thought they would hate you, but here James was, watching his cock hit deep within you through your stomach.

“J-Jamie,” you whined, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly made him come on the spot, “I t-think I’m gonna-“

“Let go for me, baby.”

You squeezed James’s cock like a vice, your orgasm washing over you as James continued his pace inside of you.

He slowed down slightly when he felt you begin to come down from your high. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him was enough for him to allow his own release, a final few sharp thrusts hitting deep within your cervix as he came inside of you, a nearly-inaudible moan of your name escaping his lips.

James took a moment to catch his breath, his cock not leaving you until he had enough strength to shift slightly down the bed, placing a sweet kiss on the center of your stomach before he flopped down on his back next to you.

“You alright?” he checked, turning his head to you.

“Yeah,” you replied.

You remained holding Remus’s hand, his presence a comfort to you.

Sirius came back into view with a small washcloth, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“You mind if I help clean you up?” he asked.

You nodded your head, and Sirius gently reopened your legs, moving the washcloth in between your folds and collecting the spilled wetness.

You gasped and involuntarily bucked your hips at the feeling, and Sirius stilled until you dropped your hips back to the mattress.

When Sirius was done, he brought the washcloth back to the bathroom, and then returned to your side.

You moved your arms over your stomach, your reflexes used to covering it, but Remus slowly pulled your arms away. “It’s too pretty, baby.”

You smiled at him as he kissed your forehead. “You tired?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you sighed.

James crawled upward, leaning his head against the mattress and pulling the sheets across his lap. He positioned your head against his chest, allowing you to lay on him and rest.

Sirius moved to your other side, propping his head up with one arm as he moved his other to your stomach, lovingly rubbing you.

You closed your eyes and melted into James, Sirius’s soothing rubs coercing you into sleep as Remus shifted his body to lay across the mattress, and four of you relaxing in the safety of one another.

[sereia4skz]

hi could you do a drabble for your event with poly hyunlix x fem reader and the prompt ‘it’s too late now’ congratulations! <3

1.5k Followers Event | never too late

pairing: poly!hyunlix x reader

genre: comfort

warnings: they aren't quite in a relationship? idk it's complicated

event masterlist: #1.5kStarsForYaya

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You sat nestled between Hyunjin and Felix on the couch, the late afternoon sun spilling gold through the sheer curtains. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of a playlist someone had left on shuffle, a mix of indie and lo-fi that felt like a gentle soundtrack to this unspoken moment. Felix’s head rested lightly against your shoulder, and Hyunjin’s fingers intertwined with yours, their warmth steadying you.

You’d spent the day like this: wrapped up in the kind of comfortable silence that only comes after a thousand conversations, after knowing someone so deeply it’s almost like you can finish their thoughts. Yet even with all the closeness, something unspoken hovered between you.

Hyunjin’s voice broke the silence, low and thoughtful. “Do you remember the first time the three of us met? How chaotic and awkward it was?”

You smiled, eyes drifting to Felix, who was looking at the floor with a small, shy grin. “Felix literally tripped over his own feet and knocked over the entire display of books at the bookstore. I was so embarrassed.”

Felix laughed softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “And Hyunjin was the only one who helped me pick everything up instead of laughing.”

Hyunjin chuckled, but the softness in his eyes deepened. “Yeah, I guess I’ve always cared more than I said.”

You squeezed Felix’s hand, feeling the tension behind Hyunjin’s words. For months now, the three of you had been circling around feelings, words caught on the edge of your lips, things said in half-measures, moments missed.

Hyunjin swallowed and looked at you both, voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we waited too long to say the things that matter. To admit what we feel.”

Felix’s smile faltered. “I thought I had time, but… it’s too late now.”

You shook your head, heart aching but determined. “No, it’s not. It’s never too late. We just need to be honest with each other.”

Hyunjin’s gaze softened, a flicker of hope breaking through the weight of hesitation. “But what if we lose what we already have? What if saying it changes everything?”

You took a deep breath, resting your forehead against Felix’s. “Change isn’t always bad. Sometimes it’s the only way to grow.”

Felix looked between you and Hyunjin, his eyes shining with unshed tears and something fierce, hope, maybe, or love. “I don’t want to lose this. Us. Even if it means risking everything.”

Hyunjin squeezed your hand tighter. “Then let’s take the risk. Together.”

The three of you sat close, hearts pounding in quiet sync, the future uncertain but suddenly full of possibility. It wasn’t too late. Not for love, not for honesty, not for you.

“It’s too late for regrets,” you whispered, “but it’s just the beginning for us.”

And with that, the sun dipped lower, painting the room in warm amber as you leaned into the two people you loved most, ready for whatever came next.

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[amie-777]

Authors Note: I've never in my life fucked (no idea if this is acurate), but here is some smut, because I have finals and you all deserve the treat. But if smut, all of it. [This is not proofread and obviously: MDNI]

Content Warnings: titty sucking (f and m), bj, p in v sex (wrapped in a condom), cunnilingus

Pairing: TF141x Reader and Poly!141

Word Count: 3k

Simon is the one you meet first. At the bar he is standoffish, especially when you mention you favor Arsenal (tha's a shame, would've 'aken you 'ome otherwise.) He doesn't end up leaving you dry, taking you home. As polite as he is, doesn't touch and doesn't let you touch him on the way there. Not in the cab you're taking. Not in the elevator.

But once you are home? Fuck off, if it would work the windows are steamed.

His hands are on you, every moment he can. Simon savours it, licks up, along your bones, drawing star patterns on your neck, leaving rives in his wake. You can only stare at him, run your hands over his muscled arms, filled with tattoes. A battleground, grenade, guns and there is a ballon.

Simon is one to start slow, making out, gentle. Guiding hands on either side of your face, holding you together while he unravels each part of you.

Everytime he undresses a clothing piece, he savours the skin found underneath. "I am sweaty, don't..." The complaint dies on your tongue, because Simon is already kissing down your left side, for each rib he leaves a little lick. (And if he is sniffing at your armpit just for a second, it is his secret.) His hands are careful, first removing the lacy shirt and then your skirt. His lips following his hands.

With trembling hands you open his dress-shirt, each button, each a kiss down his upper body. The reassuring words are only heard by Simon, you don't have to say them out loud. You trace scars with your tongue, making Simon groan and huff. His hips lifting in search for a relief.

Gently you slide and tug the shirt from his broad shoulders, giving the healed gunholes a butterfly kiss. Burying your face in his pectoral and resting for a second. "You alright?" His hands reach your face, moving away from your tummy. Simon's finger caress through your hair. "Savoring the moment." He huffs and presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

You, only clad in your underwear, follow Simon, half undressed, to his bedroom. The hickey's Simon sucked under your breast, pound in sync to your heartbeat. The cold air nips at both of your skin, Simon's nipple's standing to attention. But before you enter the door Simon blocks you, his hand tilting your chin into his direction. "You with me?" You nod, his gaze warm on you. "You wan' this?" "Yes, please." He grumbles, "Sweet.." Your hand reaches out for his, "and you?" "I wan' this." His eyes flick in between yours, a small smile on his lips.

His room is simple, there is a dresser, a hamper, double bed, sheets made to perfection and.. "Fuck Simon." His hand on your inner thigh caressing the soft skin there. But his other finger has hooked itself under your underwear, now gently caressing the swollen bud there.

Simon presses his nose into your cheek, closing his eyes, savouring having you here. In his flat, in his room, his finger pleasuring you. "Feel so good, luv." His lips are on the corner of yours, inhaling your spent air.

Things move slowly in between the both of you, there are kisses, shared huffs and a little scoff. But this is what the both of you need, want.

You take the time to learn how Simon likes his cock sucked, every nip at it you note his reaction. A fist in your hair, a rumble, a "fuck you." Sucking in your air and letting your cheeks hollow out. Your tongue orchestrating Simon's petit morte by sliding along the small vein.

After almost cumming on your gentle tongue, Simon lets you come up for a breath, a glass of water for the both of you and letting the cold night air through his window.

"Oh, sweet luv." Simon has his hand on your breast, twisting your nipple in between the two forefingers, enjoying your soft exhales. His cock twitches, your cunt answering in a pulse. Hips moving in tandem with eachother, teeth clashing together. Your lips settle on his left nipple, taking it in between your teeth and licking it gently. All while you ride him, the skin slapping echoing in the (virtually) empty room.

You've never seen stars quite like this, never hidden in the irises of his eyes, Simon shuts them throughout, groaning and shutting his eyes, your thumb caresses the crows feet there, Simon's mouth sucking at the edge of your jawline, hot air across the wet skin.

It's intimate, it's soft, loud, silent, hard, there are pleasures given and taken. It's an exchange and maybe even poetic. But it is you and Simon, ebb and flow.

With a groan the both of you distance yourself from the other. Your skin is blistering hot, unattractively sweaty but satisfied. The bed has space for the two of you, reaching out you touch his eyebrow. Follow invisible lines down to his lips, you gently place a kiss on his pec before departing for the bathroom.

When you come back, the bed is empty, sheets ruffled, clothes laying neatly on the floor. The bin besides the dresser has three or four tied condoms in them.

You put on a fresh boxer of Simon and your shirt. Looking in the mirror you're unsure and steal his black hoodie. Barefoot in search for Simon is next, he is standing, leaning out the window, inhaling is cigarette. On the stove a kettle is slowly hissing. And besides it two mugs.

He is leaning out the window, smoking. Simon is still naked. His untensed muscles are not visible, except the ones used keeping him partially in the flat. Between his moulded quads, his soft cock hangs, light hair peppering upwards. His belly button and a small hickey bruising beside it. His ribs and abdominals are tensed for balance, his nipples are hard, probably from the cold night out.

"Staring are ya? Rude." He finishes smoking, smouldering the small blaze on his windowsill, leaving the bud in an ashtray. "You're beautiful." His breath hitches, in time with the kettle.

But before either can pour some tea, he is on you. Smashing his lips with yours. Holding your forehead to his, breathing you in.

Kyle is the one you meet next. At your local coffee-store, he is not a regular (that is because you are a regular and you would know), but he pays for your drink and then charmingly writes his number on your hand (Who does that?).

Unsure if he really is asking you out, you forget he gave you a number. So you're surprised when he remembers you after two months. ("Why didn' you call? or tex'?") His hand is warm and it caresses yours. All while staring at you with those brown eyes (talk unfair).

You can hardly tell him the truth, so you lie, "I was unsure if you meant it." Okay half-truth. His grin is victorious and it matches yours.

Following to his flat is easy, his smile is easy, and the situation tingles in your stomach. Giggling you two steal kisses along on the way, even make out in the lift (you can cross that out on your bucket list).

Kyle is warmth, but not one that needs wood to burn, he is bright by himself. Lets you undress him, lets you kiss him all over. After a few minutes you spend admiring his body, his tensed muscles, the small crown tattoed on his triceps. "Matches my mate." He confesses and then it is on.

His nose knocks into your cheek, right before his lips are under your ear, the sounds tingling up your spine. You groan out. "Tha's it." He laughs, his fingers turn you naked quick. Not caring where the clothes go, you make out on his couch, leather.

Maybe not the best idea after you try to move and it chafes. You hiss and Kyle is off of you. "Did I hurt ya?" "No No, the couch." Still looking at the couch you almost miss Kyle laughing.

This is bright, his smile, lips stretch over his pearly whites. "Of course, the couch." He still grins when he picks you up, easy work. He deadlifts and benchpresses more than you weigh. "You okay with this?" He asks, gentle finger pressing into your skin. "Please." You say, hot air against his chest.

His bedroom is at a cooler temperature than his entire flat. But that changes nothing of how warm his hands are on you. "Fuck.." You groan, his mouth on you, your back against his door, legs tangling over his shoulders.

Kyle is fucking good with his tongue, first he licks out all your nectar and then it's heaven. Sucking in his cheeks and tugging at your clit, before blowing his spent air on the wet bud. It makes you cry out loud.

On his bed he is in you faster than you can beg his full name, teasing you with the cockhead for nearly four minutes just because he enjoys your pleas. Kyle silences them quickly with him entering and a kiss to your soft lips.

He still smells like mint and your lipgloss. His cock fits and shifts in and out of you, your walls tense, your abdominals flex and you huff out a breath.

Kyle is everywhere all at once where you need him, but when you finally get him under you and can start licking up his length you admire him. His muscles rippling, moans trying to reach you, his hand holding your upper arm gently. Just to assure him that you are here.

The other hand is fisted in the sheets, better than wildly trying to grab you still. Kyle is trying to let you explore where his pleasure lies, but he would like to adjust you, just a few centimetres.

That is when he communicates, "Jus' a break, love." You're off. A gentle kiss on his forehead and you opening the windows. The warm air dissipates into the night. Leaving you two alone to catch your breath.

You and Kyle burn eachother, when one's flame flickers the other burns them once more. The kisses are feverish, so are the touches. But you rely on the other, Kyle needs a breather, you go make him some tea and kiss his broad chest, when you start to tear up from the exertion, Kyle fetches a shirt and lets you rest in the sheets.

His finger follows your nose up and down, eyes fixed on your peaceful face. "Will fall asleep at this rate." You chuckle with eyes closed, Kyle smiles. "I think it's time.." You agree sleepily, "Up you go." Kyle helps you up and standing to go brush his and your teeth and back to bed.

John is the one you would've never followed home. You would've been to self-conscious to think he'd consider you. But apparently working at the office and having your boss's friend over helps you get a good fuck.

He is older, salt and pepper in his beard, joints popping, bright smile. Smelling like cigar and bourbon. Like his car, in which he drives you to his home.

It's old leather, and the radio is working with CD's. But it is John. So is his home, a bit outside of town. A house he will share with his teammates soon but you're too in a hurry to look at the pictures hung up on the walls

You giggle, because John is following and nipping at you like a dog. This chase goes on for a while, he tries to get your clothes off and you jumping over the leather couch to escape him. But when he catches a hold of you, he bites into available skin all while tugging at your trousers.

After you are both tired out already, he pries your clothes off, big hands opening your dress-shirt, opening your bra. Licking accross your chest. Your hands locked in his hair, while he devours your chest.

On the sofa you end up naked, uncomfortably on leather, brings back memories. "Could we go somewhere else? Leather on skin is not really comfortable." You huff out, while he is locked on your thighs, biting and sucking. "Sure, sweetheart."

In his bedroom you start undressing him, gasping at the metal bars on his nipples. You cannot resist putting your mouth on them, nose in his chest hair.

He chuckles, a gravelly sound, vibrating through his chest. "Go' them when I was younger." He confesses and looks down at them and back at you. "They are pretty." Your lips kiss the nipple then your thumb draws over the swollen bud.

Moving on from his chest, you take his trousers and boxers. Maybe admiring the small tattoos on the way down. "Come up." He intervenes before you can kneel on the ground to take him, holds your hand and takes you to his bed.

There he orders you to kneel on the bed, while he stands, his big hand stroking over your head, grabbing a hold of your hair. "You really wan' this? We could star' with something for you?" His other hand taps your chin, making you look up from his half hard cock. "Yes, please." So fucking polite, makes John's cock bop.

Sucking his balls is the gamechanger you have been searching for, his moans are deeper, his hips grinding into your face. Your nose is one with his cock.

Next is you, while John is lying under you, his thick finger is buried in your cunt, his tongue sucking. There are moons in your visions, your eyes pressed close, trying not to cum yet. Savouring this, heaven.

John is not used to fuck like bunnies anymore, but rather he gives you four orgasms from his tongue and penetration lasts at least half an hour. He is slow, soft and ever so gentle.

His cock drawing in and out of you, Johns hand is on your chin, having you focused on him. Slowly drawing out your mewls and moans. His thumb drawing your hood up and gently rolling your clit. "Fuck John." Tears escaping the corner of your eyes, closing them for just a second, resulting in John stopping his movements all together.

Rolling off the condom, tying it off while you lay limb in the sheets. "Fucked out properly." You whisper, and stroke over his hairy thigh. It probably has the size of your head.

John is already considering showing you off to his team. The jealous stares, all while he makes you the missus of the cabin. You just stare at the handsome man in front of you and contemplate to what sex god you prayed upon to being granted this much pleasure.

Especially when it turns to another round. After John has given you some tea and a quick dinner, it's on. Seeing you help with the dishes has unravelled something in his head.

Pounding you over the kitchen counter, making your mouth fall open, even unable to make a sound. Only little groans and huffs. The corner digs uncomfortably into John's side, which makes him slow down. Whispering into your ear: "Come on I'll take you back to bed."

It does not stop him from fucking you on his way there, soft hard all at once.

The bed has cooled, John closes the window and caresses your stiff breast. "Sweet girl."

Johnny is buzzing with energy. Back in the bar where you met Simon, he is there. Like a blue sky, bright and always there. His laugh makes you tingle, and so are his hands.

Especially when you are in the sticky bathroom, messily making out. "Never would've imagined my teenage daydream coming true." He huffs out, his hands on your hips, in your hair, under your shirt. "What.." Kiss. "Was.." Kiss. "Your Daydream?" Kiss. "Making out in a dingy pub bathroom." He rasps and pulls away, his thumb pulling your lower lip down.

Getting to his home is stressful, hanging onto dear life on this massive bike, wearing a helmet with a skull painted on. And you are sure this is not Johnny's own bike.

But it doesn't matter, not when Johnny lies on top of you like this. Rutting into your thighs while trying to get your trousers off. You chuckle and end up helping the poor man.

Still smiling when you get your own shirt off and then his trousers, but your laugh dies off when you spot the crown. Johnny draws your thoughts away quick afterwards. His mouth on yours, fingers already drawing up your wetness and rolling your clit. A breathy moan escapes you and a laugh from him.

His blue eyes watch for a reaction, his eyes fixed on yours. "It's a recuirement, bonnie." He sucks and pushes his thick finger into you. "Fuck John..ny." He chuckles into your cunt and you demand he does that again.

Johnny's cock is a proud thing, standing between his thighs, waiting, but already a flush red. He rolls a condom on and is on you the second he can. He tries to keep some of his weight off of you, but not all, so you can choke a bit under him.

His cock hilts inside you, drawing pathetic sounds out of you. "So good, fer me. All fer me." He moans back, your sounds are definitely not embarassing.

Your lips meet, teeth clashing, deep moaning into each others mouth. Johnnys cock softens inside you and you still pulse around him.

Gently he pulls out and rolls the condom off, cracking his back in the process and cockily winking at you.

Johnny doesn’t have a kettle, instead he pours you lukewarm water and leans back. His hair flows with the night air flowing into the kitchen. Both of you still naked, smiling at eachother.

What the both of you don’t expect is the sound of the door opening, you jump back from the kitchen door and stare at Johnny in horror. Even more so when John suddenly stands in Johnnys kitchen. “Oh sorry sergeant; wouldn’t have come down here if I knew you had a visitor.” Cheeky bastard, your hands still covering your chest and pussy, Johnny studies yours and Johns expression. “Away and bile yer heid, Cap’n. Where do you know him from, Bonnie?” He steps towards you, and the ‘Captain’.

Authors Note 2: Hope you enjoyed. And normally I am not a sucker for smut (prefer angst with a bit of comfort more) but I thought why not go all in. So this will probably also be all for the next two-three months, because finals. Love you all, take care <3