#poly!super m

[nimalings]

Low-Poly Soul Bubble

From Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time!

Always loved this whimsical guy and their weird face! Such a fun one to model!

Bonus: They'll be in my Mario 64 hack and their mission has you help them drop in from ramps ==:) they look so epic on a skateboaed

[softpine]

cc for when it's 2007 and you're totally going to warped tour this summer

download + info ↓

festival bracelets

base game compatible

i tried my best to make them work on all sized sims but there will inevitably be some clipping

won't work with all cc bottoms because we're all fighting over the same texture spaces :(

~2k poly

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+ download the psd for recolors :)

guitar hero

base game compatible

the functional version has a lot of clipping issues, i kinda just threw it in real quick for the sillies. it works as a standard guitar though

all under 5k poly

(original model credit)

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[junkissed]

taste like gold

★ | member — bf!mingyu x bf!woozi x f reader ★ | genre — smut, established poly relationship ★ | word count — 2.8k

★ | synopsis — jihoon's favorite way to unwind? a shower. mingyu's favorite way? a shower with jihoon.

★ | warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, dom!jihoon, sub!mingyu, sorta sub!reader. shower sex (no piv), blowjob (m), masturbation (m), edging (m), kissing (reader x gyu), cum in mouth/on face, some praise, nicknames (gyu: puppy, boyfriend, baby / reader: darling, girlfriend, baby). this is a poly fic so all three of them are in a relationship ★ | notes — a very late birthday/very early xmas present for my wonderful @onlymingyus ! i've been teasing her with this for a while so i hope you like it <3 if i had a nickel for every time i wrote a poly mingyu bathroom smut fic for mars i'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but weird that it happened twice? this fic contains mxm themes. you are responsible for the content you consume: don't like, don't read. if you're not comfortable reading then this isn't for you. i wrote this for mars because she is poly; if you do like it, she writes a lot of poly fics so i highly recommend checking out her blog! as always: feedback, asks, and reblogs with comments are super super appreciated and help me keep writing :) merry yaoi-mas everybody

it’s been yet another long day for mingyu.

he spends his precious time running around, errand after errand, phone calls and emails and meetings, and he despises it all. he has a better place to be: at home, with the two people he loves more than anything in the world. he hates being away, because every second spent away from you and jihoon is a second wasted. 

every day it gets harder and harder to leave in the morning knowing he has another tiresome, monotonous schedule ahead, with the only reprieve the promise of returning home to both of you in the evening.

he tosses his coat over the back of the couch and flips on the kitchen light, the warm yellow glow spilling into the hallway. it’s been a longer day than usual, so he’s not surprised that dinner was eaten without him. without even having to check the refrigerator he already knows you’ve saved him the leftovers: the same worn red tupperware container and a sticky note on top with a sweet message, because that’s what you always do for him. he makes a mental note to update the calendar on the fridge with his dinner reservation for three this weekend, because that’s what he always does for you.

the next things he notices are the bedroom light on, the glow coming from the crack in the doorway, and then the hum of the shower running. he know better by now than to think he’d come home to a quiet house. no matter how many times he tells you not to, even after he protests and pouts because he wants his wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend to get their beauty sleep, he always find at least one of you still awake, patiently waiting for him to join you in bed.

he wanders down the hall, gently tapping on the bedroom door before he creaks it open. you look up from your laptop in bed, and your smile when you see him lights up the room far more than the lamp in the corner.

“jihoon’s in the shower,” you let him know, and he bites his lip, leaning against the doorframe. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes wander over his body, the tight black t-shirt he always wears when he wants your attention, the one he knows makes you jealous even though you swear it doesn’t.

“should we join him?”

jihoon runs his hands through his hair, pushing the long blond strands of his bangs backwards out of his face. his shower at the end of every day is what he looks forward to most, a time to de-stress and prepare himself for another busy day. he’s never been the type of person to enjoy morning showers, but he can’t lie and say that’s the only reason he takes them at night; at night, there’s a better chance that you or mingyu will be home. and although he loves the time alone to think, company never makes it worse.

steam fills the room, surrounding his body in heat and fogging up the mirror. it’s been too long since he’s had you and mingyu all to himself, and the bathroom feels too quiet. it’s hard to coordinate schedules, but he misses the warmth of your voice filling his ears and the bubbly tone of mingyu’s giggles. he needs more than the cold, apathetic sound of water hitting tile.

but then, as if he’d conjured you from a dream, the door suddenly opens and he lifts his head at the noise. his dark eyes settle on your figure as you stand next to mingyu, dwarfed by his larger one.

droplets of water collect in jihoon’s eyelashes as he stares at you, his expression kept neutral as he tries to hold back a smirk. he knew mingyu was working later than usual tonight, so like every other night he wasn’t expecting much. but the sight of you both standing there is a welcome surprise, one that he will never turn down, and he can tell exactly what you’re asking without saying a word.

it’s silent for several seconds as his gaze locks with yours and mingyu’s, as if he’s tempting you to break the eye contact and walk away, to wait for him to cuddle you to sleep like he always does. neither of you do.

“coming?” he finally addresses you both, unable to hold back a grin in anticipation. the look on your faces is almost adorable, how blatantly eager you both are.

you’re the first to respond. you slip off your clothes and let them fall, collecting in a pile on the floor as jihoon slides back the glass door to welcome you in. your movement spurs mingyu into action, and his clothes join yours piece by piece as he strips bare, nearly stumbling over himself in his eagerness to follow you into the shower.

jihoon moves out of the way so mingyu can stand under the stream of water, sandwiching you in between them. your heart races as mingyu draws you in, rivulets of water trickling down his toned chest as his eyes silently roam over your body, and you can’t help but study him in return. 

your gaze drifts again to jihoon, who’s now standing in the corner of the shower looking pleased. you can see the flash of lust in his eyes as mingyu grips you tightly, pulling you closer until you’re standing flush against his body, and the proximity sends a shiver of desire down your spine at the knowledge that jihoon is watching.

“why don’t you take care of him, baby? i’m sure he’s had such a long day.” his tone is low and smooth as he turns his attention to mingyu, who’s been awkwardly pouring soap on a loofah but freezes at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. jihoon’s head is tilted downwards, his eyes lifted to look up at him through his eyelashes, and even though it’s not directed at you it still makes you shiver with how powerful the look is. “haven’t you, gyu?”

mingyu whimpers at the attention, unable to find the words to responds, and it only confirms in jihoon’s mind how badly he needs this. he glances back at you, your eyes so focused on mingyu that it almost makes jihoon laugh— you need this, too, just as much if not more.

you feel jihoon’s gaze on you, and you manage to pull yourself away from staring at mingyu long enough to catch his nod. you start to reach for him, your hand trailing down the defined muscles of his abdomen, but jihoon tsks out a disapproving noise before your hand can find mingyu’s cock, holding in a bated breath as you wait for instructions.

“you can do better than that, darling. don’t be shy. let him use your mouth.”

you look up at mingyu for confirmation as he nods quickly, unafraid to let his eagerness show, and without another word you drop to your knees in front of him. his eyes widen a little bit in excitement as you position yourself on the floor of the shower. his body blocks the stream of water from the shower, keeping you mostly dry as you watch trails of water race down his thighs.

mingyu reaches down in front of you and uses his hand to pump his cock to full hardness, although he was more than half hard already. jihoon just continues to smile from his spot at the other end of the shower, letting you get situated the way you like.

“go on,” he says once you’re both finally ready, two needy sets of eyes pleading at him and waiting patiently. “make yourself useful, baby. show him how much you love him.”

you turn your gaze back to mingyu with a grin, taking him in your hand as you begin to guide him into your mouth. his cock is thick, so much that you can barely wrap your hand around him, and you have to open your jaw wide to fit his tip inside your mouth. gently, gradually, you sink down further and further on his length, pausing every few seconds to inhale shakily through your nose.

you haven’t even started moving yet but mingyu’s already panting, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists as he struggles to adjust to the warm, tight feeling of your throat around his cock. after a second of turmoil he puts one hand on your head, tangling his fingers in your wet hair with a gentleness that seems out of place compared to his size. he’s always gentle with you, sometimes a little too gentle, but it only takes a word from jihoon to have him roughing you up the way you love.

behind you jihoon lets out a sigh, his gaze fixed on the scene in front of him. he takes his own cock into his hand, his fingers loosely gripping his length as you bob your head over and over again down his boyfriend’s shaft. as much as he likes to actively participate, he’s also content to just watching the two of you please each other, going round after round while he keeps control, relishing in the way both of you hang on his every word. 

you’re both so good to him, and he tightens his hand as he watches you gag around mingyu’s cock, half pretending that it’s your mouth on him instead. but he doesn’t need this as much as mingyu seems to, and to him, watching is more than half the fun. besides, there’s plenty of time for himself later, after you’ve taken care of gyu. next time, maybe he’ll bury himself deep in your pussy and make mingyu watch instead. or maybe he’ll let him take you too, because your moans always sound so much sweeter when both your boyfriends are inside of you at once.

mingyu thrusts his hips once, shallowly, experimentally, and you open your mouth wider to let him slide between your lips with ease. you reach up to put your hands on his thigh and squeeze a little, giving him a signal to continue. the veins in his biceps bulge as he squeezes his fingers around your hair, a constant stream of whines pouring from his lips like the shower water that pours down his back. 

“look at him,” jihoon commands, almost in amusement, and you swallow and crane your neck up so you can lift your eyes. the image above you is truly a sight to see, and you can’t help but preen at the sight of mingyu's fucked out expression, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed deeply in concentration as he bucks his hips into you faster.

“he loves your sweet little mouth, doesn’t he?” jihoon urges you on. your fingers dig into mingyu's thick thighs harder in an attempt to stop him from moving so much, but you're useless against him. he's practically fucking your throat, panting out breaths with both hands firmly tangled in your hair to hold your head in place. “whose mouth do you think is better, puppy? mine, or hers?”

“fuck—” mingyu stutters, and you feel his grip on your hair tighten as he struggles to concentrate enough to organize his thoughts. “both. fucking love this mouth, god… hoonie, please—”

“please what?” jihoon says, his voice dominant yet still calm as he watches. “tell her what you want, baby. use that pretty head of yours, hm? use your words, you can do it.”

mingyu groans and scrunches his nose, trying to focus. “wanna— ah, please can i cum? can i cum in your mouth? shit, baby, i'm so close…”

you hum out a sound of acknowledgement around his cock as you glance up at jihoon, but it only makes mingyu groan louder as he feels the vibrations from your throat surrounding his sensitive, aching length. he loves the way you’re both so obedient for him, always asking permission, always being so well-behaved when he’s in charge.

jihoon stays quiet for as long as possible, drawing out the moment until mingyu looks like he's about to cry from the effort of holding back, but he finally breaks and nods. “go ahead, puppy, fill up her mouth. you've earned it. you've been such a good boy for us, love.”

at his words you let out a moan simultaneously as mingyu does, snapping his hips into your mouth a few more times as he chases the high. you try to swallow the spit that’s pooled in your mouth, but the sudden tightening of your throat is what finally sends mingyu over the edge. he pushes his cock as deep into your mouth as he can, gasping and groaning and grunting praises scattered in between cries of your name and jihoon’s.

you can feel his tip throbbing on your tongue with each rope he releases down your throat, filling your mouth until you’re forced to pull away to breathe. the rest of his cum ends up on your face as you lick your lips and swallow the thick substance in your mouth, letting out a gasp of your own as you finally inhale a full breath.

mingyu’s hands in your hair tighten for just a second before he releases you to let you sit back, bracing himself with one large palm flat against the shower wall and the other gripping your shoulder. his neck rolls backwards as he stares up at the ceiling, letting out a whine that reverberates off the tiled walls of the shower and fills the room.

as he leans to the side his body moves from the shower spray, and you shiver as the warm water hits your lower half. drops of water trickle down your neck and between the valley of your breasts, but it’s hard to tell if it’s only from the shower or if it’s sweat.

jihoon releases his length with a wince, letting out a shaky exhale as he offers you his hand. his cock twitches in sensitivity, still fully hard and now aching at the release he denied himself. but he knows you’re not done, and he knows it’ll be well worth it later. mingyu pulls you the rest of the way up, helping you balance against him after kneeling on the hard shower floor for so long.

with barely a second to let you breathe, mingyu leans forward to capture your lips, his deep voice groaning out your name as his arms slide down to sit firmly around your waist. you melt into him, automatically moaning into the kiss, and he greedily swallows your noises until it feels like he’s going to suck the breath right out of your lungs.

he kisses you harder, one hand falling to your hip while the other reaches up to cup your jaw and guide your mouth further into him, his tongue prodding between your lips in a way that makes you feel warm from the inside out. he can taste the remnants of salty bitterness on your tongue, and it only makes him whimper into your mouth in delight.

his eyes are hazy when you finally pull away from the kiss. he pulls you into his chest and holds you tight, your cheek pressed against his warm skin as you feel his heart pounding. his arms are strong around you, his thick muscles sliding around you easily from the water and sweat, one hand holding the back of your head to keep you against him.

mingyu waves his arm and then you feel jihoon behind you, brushing your wet hair off your back so he can leave kisses across your shoulder before moving in closer. jihoon’s hands glide between your bodies, cupping your breasts as he holds you between him and mingyu.

you can feel how hard he still is pressed against your ass, but before you have a chance to say anything, jihoon reaches to flip the water off with a flick of his wrist. the temperature in the bathroom instantly falls at the loss of the hot water, but with the two men around you it’s barely even noticeable.

jihoon is the first to let go, sliding back the glass door and stepping onto the bath mat to start handing out towels, and mingyu is suddenly very, very grateful that he doesn’t have work tomorrow because it’s clear that none of you will be getting any sleep until dawn. but there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be right now, clean and comfortable and happy with the two people he loves more than anything.

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[pforestsims]

New suit for TS2 based on a model from Detective Pikachu Returns, combined with Wingtip shoes.

Brad M. Suit for AM

16 recolors, EM enabled

Download: SFS | BOX Polycount: 7383, has "fat" morph

Recolors make use of envcube mask, if you don't have Sim Standard Material shader edit by @crispsandkerosene in your game, shoes will look a bit different.

Also check out: age conversion to TM / EM by DeeDee

More pics under the cut:

*This is for The Sims 2

I've shared my Splatoon 2 Wingtips (brogues) conversion as creator resource HERE (SFS) or HERE (BOX) - archive contains shoes (1742 poly) plus naked AM bottom with morphs, bumpmaps and new textures.

I've struggled a bit with adjusting this suit for TS2 body, not super happy with the legs part but it's acceptable. Original shoes are not bad but not formal enough so I decided to ditch those (might do them as separate shoe resource) .

I've included TXMT settings for the shoes (matt / shiny) - white, brown and black texture included with the mesh, so you can easily change shoe colors in SimPe. Also, shine can be switched off by setting 'reflection' mode to 'none'.

Blue stripey suit is original texture with edited tie color.

Three recolors with jeans are categorized as Everyday, other recolors are Everyday & Formal.

[notsodelirious]

OKAY hi!! a request that's been hanging in the back of my mind about that jayroy/reader one, is basically just wanting to know what their routine becomes as a slowly establishing poly relationship (i just love their dynamics so far, it's super sweet!) and how will the reader eventually interact with Lian? i feel like reader could be more nervous before meeting her and then become an absolute natural when interacting with kids maybe, but that's just me, i think HAHAH

Hi! really glad you requested this <3 I hope you enjoy this small conclusion to the trilogy

synopsis: Roy wants you to meet Lian

notes: SFW, and explicitly fem!reader with the use of she/her pronouns

tags: established relationship, fluff, minor angst, m x m x f, wc: 2.7k words

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (current)

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The oven fan whirled softly as the savoury aroma of your cooking wafted in the air. The lights were dim and buzzed softly, syrupy rays of honey catching the swirling smoke of baked empanadas. A radio played softly from the kitchen island—outside, the city began to wind down, as streetlamps flickered on and people went home for the evening.

Jason nudged your hip with his lightly before pointing to the filling bowl by your arm with the spoon he had in hand—you slid it over before returning to your folding, swiftly closing the edges with a deft hand and slipping it onto the baking tray. It was your third one so far—a lot, yes, but you’d initially made too much filling, so the rest was going to Roy’s neighbours.

The man in question sat behind you, doing nothing but watching two of the most important people in his life happily cook dinner together—he’d been banned from touching the food after he’d tried making an empanada; which burst and spilled all over the tray. So he was relegated to the sidelines, overseeing the oven timer instead.

“How many more do you reckon?” you said as you hooked a finger past the rim of the bowl, dragging the fillings a little closer to you, “Like, half a tray?”

Jason leaned over to look, before nodding, “Yeah, probably.”

“And that’ll cover most of the pastry anyway.”

Jason just hummed, before kissing your forehead and going back to stuffing and folding the empanadas.

You shivered slightly when a hand rested on your lower back—Roy leaned over to peer at your work over your shoulder. Jason was always deceptively quiet despite his size but Roy could be too when he wanted to.

“What are you doing so close to the food?” you said teasingly, slipping one more turnover onto the baking tray.

“Need to pull out that batch in a minute,” he said as he gestured towards the oven but didn’t look away from your hands, “Why? Miss me?”

Jason snorted beside you and Roy’s head turned as he smirked.

“Aww, babe, don’t be jealous,” Roy cooed mockingly, “I love you too.”

“Your hand in her back pocket is the only reason you came over.”

Roy side-stepped to your other side. The smack then clatter of Jason’s spoon made you giggle softly. Jason covered his ass where Roy had slapped him, fixing him with a glare.

“Keep your hands-“

The timer went off, “Oh look at that, gotta go!”

Jason scowled but let him go, especially as he opened the oven; a wave of heat brushed over you as Roy used a tea towel to pull the tray out and set it on the stove grates.

“Want me to take that one?” he said as he pointed to the tray you had been filling up—you nodded as you passed it to him, watching him slip it in and put a timer on.

Roy slipped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he watched you both finish the last of the empanadas and brushing them with egg yolks; he never got away with hugging Jason from behind, because he preferred to have full range of motion when cooking and didn’t like anybody stood behind him, but they had both quickly found out that you didn’t mind and Roy took full advantage of that.

You began stacking dishes, wiping down the worktop—Jason took the bowls and cutlery from your hands and you moved to go put the first serving on the table.

Roy’s arms tightened around you.

“Hold on, baby” he said, tugging you back against him.

“Roy, love, let me-“

“I want you to meet Lian.”

The bowl nearly slipped from your hands.

Roy caught it as you scrambled to regain your hold on it, and set it aside for you.

“Are you… sure?” you asked, nervously chewing at your lip as you looked up at Roy, whose grip on you finally loosened.

“We’ve been dating for several months now,” Jason said from where he was scrubbing dishes in the sink. Which was true—even if a little messily: all three of you having a night off at the same time made it hard to properly date sometimes.

Between school, work, Lian, and a secret fourth thing that definitely had nothing to do with their scars and bruises, your schedules didn’t always line up; the best you could do sometimes was going on a date with one while the other took care of Lian.

There were plenty of nights like this one, when the little one was with a friend or family, but they only happened a couple of times a month.

All this to say you weren’t ready to meet Roy’s daughter.

“She’s heard us talk about you,” Roy continued softly, his hands running along your sides, fingers teasing along the skin of your hip, just under the hem of your shirt. “And at this rate, I don’t think you’re going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“What if she hates me?”

Jason snorted, “She won’t hate you—she’s a lovely kid.”

It wasn’t her you were worried about, it was you. Sure you’d had kids in your life but none that you needed to actually get to like you. Your nieces and nephews, related and otherwise, had met you way before they could form words, let alone be cognisant.

“We’re going to the park tomorrow,” Roy said, “Join us.”

You swallowed, before nodding, “Yeah, okay.”

Roy tilted his head, smiling as he caught your gaze, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you returned the smile shyly. He kissed your cheek before finally releasing you and reaching to hand you back the bowl of empanadas.

“You’re the best; I love you.”

“Yeah, love you too.”

Tomorrow came very fast to you. Maybe a little too fast.

You were definitely freaking out.

“Nervous?”

“Jason, don’t.”

He raised his hands in surrender before lounging more comfortably on the park bench.

While Roy left to go pick up his daughter, you and Jason had decided to head to the park earlier than planned when he noticed you were getting a little restless staying cooped up in Roy’s apartment.

So now you paced around the bench, messing with your belt loop as you went.

“You can’t be this freaked out over a kid.”

“It’s not Lian I’m worried about,” you said, fixing him with a soft glare. Jason leaned forward to pin you with a searching look, resting his elbows on his knees like he always did when he tried to crack a hard case.

“Then what is the problem?”

“You are.”

He blinked at you, genuinely taken aback. Which… was fair; you knew what you’d said, “I just mean,” you sighed as you rubbed your face, “You love the kid—both of you. And she obviously loves you both too. I don’t want to mess this up because she’s important to you. What if I’m not good with kids?”

You risked looking up at Jason; he simply beckoned you closer. You collapsed next to him, defeated before you’d even begun.

“You’ll do fine-“

“You don’t know-“

“No, hey, look at me.”

You complied, more than reluctantly but you looked up at him. You wondered if he saw the mild, spiralling panic in your eyes.

“You’ll do fine,” he repeated, so softly like he was trying to soothe a spooked critter, “You really think Roy would let you around his only daughter if he didn’t trust you?”

You bit your lip and shrugged—you knew the answer was no, Roy had, and would, always be fiercely protective of his daughter. It was endearing.

But maybe somewhere it just made the impostor syndrome worse.

What if Roy trusted you and you managed to mess it up anyway? Because he was wrong about you? Because he’d misjudged you?

“The kid’s going to love you,” Jason said softly as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. “And if anything goes wrong Roy and I can step in, you’ll never be alone.”

You slumped but nodded, leaning into Jason’s side.

“Come on,” he laughed softly as he rubbed your arm, “Look alive. Look who just got here.”

“Jayjay!”

You both stood, just before a small blur of black and red slammed into Jason’s legs. He laughed as he reached down to pick Lian up, with the grace and effort one would a bag of groceries.

“Hey there, stinker.”

“I’m not stinky,” Lian said, trying to sound mad but she giggled the entire sentence.

“I don’t know,” Roy piped up as he walked up, just as Jason put her down, “Uncle Dickie said somebody was being trouble during bath time.”

“I’m not stinky!”

“Okay, bug,” Jason laughed as he ruffled her hair, “You aren’t stinky.”

It was only when Lian seemed satisfied with that conclusion did she seem to take notice of you.

She tucked herself behind Jason’s legs almost immediately. You smiled at her softly—kids’ sense of shyness and perception was so weird, but very sweet.

Roy knelt down beside her and nudged her softly.

“Don’t you wanna say hi? You were so excited in the car.”

Your heart warmed at that little tidbit and you kneeled to be eye-level with them.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you said kindly, or at least the softest voice you could muster to not frighten the girl further, “It’s really nice to meet you.”

Lian mumbled something as she played with Jason’s jeans in her grasp and Roy chuckled softly.

“Didn’t you have something to give her?” he prompted gently to which she nodded and glanced up at you.

She dug her hands in her pockets before slinking out from behind Jason.

She held out a bright red and yellow bracelet to you, dotted with cute flower beads and smiley faces, “Thank you for making my Daddy and Jayjay happy.”

“Oh sweetheart,” your heart melted as you took the bracelet, easily slipping it over your wrist, silently vowing to never take it off. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Lian kicked her feet as she looked down, mumbling what must have been a small “You’re welcome.”

She looked up at Roy, a little less nervous now that you’re out of her direct field of vision.

“Can I go play now?”

“Yeah, kiddo, go for it,” he smiled—as you stood she dashed away towards the playground fixtures, and the three of you were left to linger.

You kept your eyes on your pretty, new bracelet.

“She made that a while ago when she was with Kory,” Roy explained, making you look up from your wrist, “She was really excited to give it to you.”

“She looked like you were blackmailing her,” Jason snorted softly.

You smacked his arm, “She was just nervous—she was adorable.”

“And I don’t blackmail my kid!”

“Wonder why she chose these colours though,” you mused, loudly. The boys glanced at each other.

“I think we’re really bad at keeping secrets,” Roy said to which Jason just smacked him upside the head.

“No, you are.”

“Oi-“

Your laughter interrupted them as their attention snapped towards you instead.

“We’ll talk about it another time.”

Jason nodded while Roy grinned, “Yes, ma’am.”

Sitting around watching kids playing on a wooden ship wasn’t the most interesting thing you’d ever done with your day—but every time Lian popped up, waving and grinning widely, you couldn’t help how your heart warmed.

The three of you chatted throughout the afternoon—one of you always had an eye on the playground but nobody was too worried, or hovering over the little one’s movements like a hawk.

Jason was describing how Bruce taught him to bind a book in vivid detail when Lian ran up to you, nearly slamming into Roy’s knees.

“Daddy!”

“Yes, kiddo.”

“That girl has a really cool flower crown,” Lian declared, pointing towards a girl a little older than her, with a crown of daisies sat on her blond curls.

“She does, doesn’t she?”

“Can we make one?”

“Ah,” Roy glanced up at you and Jason then back down at his daughter, “I don’t actually know how to make one.”

“But I thought you knew everything!”

“But I don’t know everything, sprout.”

“I know how to make one,” you piped up and you could see the moment Lian’s wide brown eyes lit up.

“Really?”

“Do you actually?” Jason asked to which you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I do,” you stood, dusting paint chips off your jeans, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go find the prettiest flowers.”

Lian eagerly grabbed your hand, wrapping her fingers around a couple of your own to drag you away with a surprising amount of force.

You glanced back to see your boyfriends snickering at you before eventually standing to follow you both.

You sat when Lian plopped down on a green patch of grass.

“You wanna find the really long ones,” you explained as you plucked an example and handed it to her so she could see the length you were talking about. “That way it’s easier to tie it together, yeah?”

She nodded and you both set to work, picking a handful of the prettiest flowers each.

You were vaguely aware of the boys behind you, but you paid them little mind as you started to explain to Lian how to weave the daisy stems together, letting her start her own as you made one yourself.

It took a couple of tries, and soft words of encouragement but she quickly got the hang of it, with surprising dexterity for a five-year-old.

“So, are you my Daddy’s girlfriend?” Lian asked as she briefly abandoned her daisy crown to look up at you.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I am. Is that okay?”

“But you’re also Jayjay’s girlfriend?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

You handed her a couple more flowers, the pretty ones that bled from pink to white from their centres.

“Well, you know how you can have more than one friend? And your friends aren’t just your friends, are they? They’re friends with each other too,” you explained, vaguely gesturing with one of the flowers—it was a sad-looking thing, with only a couple of petals left, but it slotted in nicely within the weave of your flower crown. “Well, it’s like that—but your dad and Jay mean more to me than friends. We all love each other very much.”

“Can I have two boyfriends when I grow up?”

You laughed softly, reaching over to help her loop one of the stems around the other, her small fingers struggling with the finer movement needed for the fragile plant.

“Well, if both your boyfriends are okay with it.”

Lian nodded, empty palms held up as she patiently waited for you to put her work back in her hands.

“Does this mean you’re going to take care of me like Jayjay takes care of me?”

“Well, do you want me to?” You gave the crown back

“I don’t know you.” You laughed softly—she stuck her tongue out as she tied more flowers together and you returned to your own. “But Jayjay likes you and Jayjay doesn’t like anybody.”

You snorted, covering it with a cough as soon as Jason looked up.

“Is that enough to put me in your good books?”

“But you’re not in a book.” You handed her more flowers as you smiled softly.

“You’re right, sorry,” you said as you looked at her and stretched your legs to put your finished flower crown in your lap, “Does it make you feel better that Jay likes me?”

“I think so,” Lian said, “Daddy and Jayjay really like you. And I think you’re really pretty and nice.”

“Well thank you, sweet pea,” you carefully placed your flower crown on her head before pointing down at hers, “Do you want me to show you how to make it a circle?”

She nodded but quickly thought better of it as her crown began to slip.

With careful hands, you showed her how to weave in the final stem.

“Tada!” she declared happily, showing off her finished crown.

“Tada,” you echoed, “Do you wanna go show your dad?”

“Yeah!”

She took off towards Roy and Jason with her wreath in hand, gentle with her grasp despite her skedaddling speeds.

“Daddy, daddy, look!”

“Wow! Did you make that? That looks amazing!”

Jason stood to meet you, all eyes still on the adorable Daddy-Daughter duo.

“No good with kids huh?”

“Shut up, Todd.”

(“Daddy? Can we get ice cream?”

“I dunno, sprout, it’s dinner time soon-“

“Roy, love? Can we go get ice cream, please?”

“…Fine.”)

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She’s done folks <3 I really enjoyed writing the throuple dynamic, it was fun and honestly let me work on my characterisation a lot—on the other hand, I never want to write another 5 year old ever again, I love Lian but she was something to figure out

Anyway, my requests are currently closed while I work through my current ones but you can find my list of current projects and masterlist here

[gyuvibe]

rivals gyubrik shares fem!reader [18+]

kim gyuvin x fem!reader x shen ricky cw: explicit smut (obviously), semi-public sex (in the sleeping quarters of ur library), oral sex (m!receiving), pussy rubbing, face fucking, hair pulling, threesome, poly dynamics, dirty talk, power play note: finally finished with my finals!!!! here's some super late ricky birthday blowjob

ricky and gyuvin has always been rivals—academic, sports, journalism. whatever you can think of, they have probably fought each other about it. 

except when it comes to you.

you’re the one thing they seem to share, albeit in secrecy. as long as no one else knows, they’ve reached an uneasy truce.

one of your professors cancelled your afternoon class and you found yourself entangled with ricky's hands fondling your chest and gyuvin's plump lips sucking your inner thighs. 

everyone on campus knows the affection these two have for you. how their gazes soften, how their tempers dull whenever you're around. they think it’s one-sided admiration, the kind reserved for someone as angelic and untouchable as you.

naive. pure. innocent.

if only they knew.

if only they knew it was you who taught ricky how to kiss like his life depended on it. you who made gyuvin beg with just a tilt of your hips. you’ve had them both unraveling. 

panting, possessive, ruined—since the beginning.

you let out a whiny moan, hips grinding against gyuvin's face to finally let him know that you’re desperate for any friction he can give you. 

"shit, you smell so good, y/n-ah," he savors his time and smells you more before coming to a decision. "it's ricky's birthday today!” gyuvin gleams as if he didn’t just dive into your covered core earlier, “why don’t you suck this pretty face’s dick and show him how much you worship him, hm?”

"fuck, yes, yes, please," you beg as you start unbuckling ricky's pants. "can i suck your pretty cock, ricky?" 

ricky bites his lower lips as he scans your current position. you're on all-fours though your arms do little to no help with how gyuvin's now rubbing your clothed core and you trying to muffle your whines. you look at ricky with those desperate eyes he's sure he's the only one who can make you do it—and he's right about that. 

"ricky, please? hngg... gyu-gyuvin.... ah," your half-lidded eyes meet ricky's and he almost lost it then and there. 

"hm? i don't think so, sweetheart," he places his thumb and index finger at your chin so you'd look back at him again. "not when you're moaning that man's name," he spat, giving gyuvin a dismayed glare. 

gyuvin smirks, removing his hands from your heat. "be thankful it's your birthday, shen." 

you whine at the loss of friction, your hips grind at the air, hoping that gyuvin would rub you again. 

"'m sorry, ricky. wanna suck you so bad, can i?" you try again, your voice was pleading, full of desperation. god. you want to taste his pretty cock now. 

he smiles at you, satisfied at your begging. he frees his dick from the constraints of his pants and underwear and gives it a few short strokes before swiping the head of his dick at your sweet, juicy lips. 

you close your eyes at the movement and eagerly open your mouth to greet his manhood. 

the moment he pushes in, you give his tip a teasing suck, slow and testing, before taking half of him into your mouth. he’s not as thick as gyuvin, but long enough to nudge that spot in the back of your throat when he’s deep. you wrap your hand around the part you can’t reach, using your tongue to swirl and tease every inch you can.

“fuck,” ricky hisses, hands threading into your hair and tightening. “just like that, baby.”

behind you, gyuvin shifts. you barely register it before you feel the mattress dip and his voice low in your ear.

“fuck her mouth, shen,” he says, voice rough. you glance to the side and find him standing beside you, lazily stroking himself at the sight.

ricky snorts, but there's no real venom in it. “don’t tell me what to do, kim,” he mutters, his voice filled with bane when he mentions gyuvin’s last name–and then–his hips thrusts forward.

you gag slightly as he sinks deeper into your throat, tears pooling in your eyes. you moan around him, the vibrations making ricky groan. his grip tightens in your hair, anchoring you, hips finding a rhythm that has you drooling down your chin.

“god,” gyuvin groans, jerking himself faster. “you see her? fucking desperate.”

you want to disagree with gyuvin, to tell him how you’re still a model student after all this. you want to tell them that this look of you is reserved for them–for ricky and gyuvin. but you can’t. not when ricky’s deep inside your throat, absolutely abusing your mouth as his dick plunges even deeper and faster. 

the look on his pretty face is a sign that he’s close to coming, close to ruining your face with his cum. 

for a moment, you try your hardest to get out of his hands’ iron grip on your head and look at ricky’s eyes with your most innocent gaze. he looks back at you confused.

“ricky, cum inside my mouth, okay? wanna swallow.” 

gyuvin closed his eyes and lets out a shaky moan after hearing what you said, his grip on his dick now tighter as he watches ricky slam his cock back into your warm and sweet mouth.

“fuck, y/n,” ricky starts but his voice is ragged, breathing uneven as he chases his orgasm again. “where did you learn that? so hot–shit,” his hips faltering, the rhythm he built earlier now lost, the remaining drive for his thrusts is the eagerness to see you swallow his cum. 

since you can’t talk, you used one of your hands to point at gyuvin who was smiling wickedly. 

“fuck you. don’t teach my princess phrases like that,” you’re surprised ricky still has the energy to bicker with gyuvin after all the sucking you did. 

“our princess,” gyuvin corrects, “don’t act like you didn’t like it, shen.”

ricky didn’t respond. instead, he chokes out a groan so deep and guttural it vibrates down to your core. his hips jerk forward one last time and then still, every muscle in his body going taut as he spills into your mouth. hot. thick. you swallow without hesitation, greedy, humming around him just to feel him twitch in your throat.

he holds you there, cock still buried deep in your mouth, as his breaths grow shallow and shaky.

“…shit,” he finally exhales, looking down at you, dazed and ruined. “you’re gonna kill me.”

“happy birthday, ricky,” you smile sweetly around him, eyes still wide and wet.

behind you, gyuvin groans again. “you’re both so fucking hot,” he murmurs, stroking himself faster now, the image of you swallowing ricky's cum burning into his memory. “move aside, ricky. my turn.”

gyuvibe, 2025

[moonstruckme]

hi !! i saw that your requests were open and i'd really love if you wrote something with james (or poly!m !!) with a gn!reader taking up literature in uni who tends to get back pains from being hunched over reading and writing almost all hours of the day (definitely not projecting, hehe!)

i love the stuff you write and everythings just so sweetly written and portrayed so lovely !! thank you for keeping the marauders fandom alive lol

Thank you ml <3

modern au

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 709 words

James plops down beside you on the couch, and when he pokes your spine you straighten reflexively. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, only half in the room as the rest of your brain continues working on your essay. 

“Are you really not done yet?” Sirius asks, putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You start typing faster. They’re going to want to start the movie soon, and then your laptop is going to be wrested away from you whether you’ve reached a stopping point or not. “I can’t remember the last time I spent more than a couple hours on an essay. You’ve been laboring over that thing all day.” 

“It’s a long one,” you admit, “but it’s hardly labor.” 

“Sure looks like it, when your back is hunched worse than a coal miner’s.” 

You give him a deadpan look. Sirius glances down at your fingers, still typing rapidly, and shudders. 

“Fucked how you can do that.” 

“Literature students might be the new coal miners,” says James.

You hum dubiously, looking back to your work. “Not sure that’s a super fair comparison.” 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t quite say that,” Remus agrees with you, “but it’s not like you’re not doing yourself any harm when you write all day like this, love. Your back is already hurting you—” 

“You’ll probably get carpal tunnel,” James adds. 

“—and I know looking at your laptop for this long gives you headaches.” Remus’ slow strides into the living room feel like a countdown clock. You manage to hammer out the end of your sentence just before he pulls your laptop out from under your fingers. “If you’re not careful, it’s gonna fuck up your sleep. That’s enough for tonight.” 

You sigh but don’t complain, rolling back your shoulders to ease some of the tautness there. Your spine crackles, quicker and louder than the popcorn popping in the kitchen, and James flinches away from you. 

“God, make it stop,” he pleads. 

You ignore him and roll your neck to the side, eliciting a series of cracks from there too. James makes a dramatically horrified sound and squeezes his eyes shut, and Remus grabs your head in both hands, restraining you. 

“Don’t,” he tells you severely. “We’ve been over this.” 

“Freak,” Sirius says lovingly as he pulls the bag of popcorn from the microwave. 

“It hurts,” you complain. 

“Sounds like it, fuck,” James agrees emphatically. Now the danger has passed, he leans towards you again, splaying a protective palm over your mid back. “Sirius, could you grab my icy hot from the fridge? Here, lovie, lie down.” 

Remus lets go of your face somewhat reluctantly, letting James help you lay across his lap. His hand smooths up and down your spine, pressing down lightly upon muscles rigid with tension. You sort of wish he’d just crush you. You’re sure he could, he doesn’t spend all that time at the gym for nothing. 

“I’m gonna get you a back brace,” Remus mutters, fondness under the veneer of resentment in his tone. 

“That'd be kind of hot.” Sirius lifts your feet, dropping down onto the couch before passing James the tube of cream. “Those are the strappy looking things, right? I’m for it.” 

“I do not consent,” you say clearly, then hiss as James applies the cool balm to your lower back. 

He and Sirius laugh. Remus reaches over to press your shoulders back down. 

“Easy, angel,” says James. “It’ll help.” 

“I didn’t know it’d be this cold,” you defend yourself, a little laugh tripping out of you as well. “You do this voluntarily?” 

“You’ll see why in a bit.”

“If I were spending all of my Saturday hunched over my laptop and a bunch of books,” Sirius says, “I think I’d at least use the right ‘your.’ What are they teaching you, babe?” 

You suppress a groan. You’d sent Sirius a grammatically incorrect text two days ago, and he’s yet to stop lording it over you. 

“That was autocorrect,” you tell him again. 

He hums noncommittally, tracing a path up your calf with his forefinger. “I’m just saying, can it really be worth it if we’re making those sorts of mistakes? Will they even still give you your degree?” 

“Sirius, their back is getting tense again. Knock it off.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I tell a couple I'm a mistress for both of them?

this is a long one and a very weird situation but here we go. I (28F) have been seeing two people recently. I've been seeing C (30F) for a little over 5 months and M (29M) for almost 6 months. both relationships are currently in a state of non-commitment, even though I've expressed feelings in both relationships and theyve been reciprocated, but I'm naturally not a super commitment-focused person and both of the people I'm seeing have respected that a lot, so yeah.

anyways, both relationships have been great and I'm incredibly happy w them, and since neither are committed to me I've kind of just assumed that both C and M were likely seeing other people as well even if we haven't talked about it.

WELL. about a week ago C came over to my place to spend the night, which she does like once a week or every other week. she goes to take a shower and I start gathering laundry and grab her stuff to throw in with mine and take her phone out of her jeans. I glance at the screen and see a few texts from a contact called "my love <3"

I was kinda surprised by this because while not talking to me about casual relationships is not something I would care about, the contact name made me think she had a more serious relationship going on, which I don't mind but would like to be informed about.

soooo okay I did an admittedly asshole thing and read the text. and then read a few more. and it became apparent that this was a REALLY committed relationship. like, I love yous, I'll be back home soon, please remember to grab so and so from the grocery store, stuff like that.

the contact picture looked kind of familiar too so I clicked on it to see better and it ended up being a picture of M.

I kind of flipped at this bc this is kind of a ridiculous situation, and I left my apartment for some air. I came back like 30 minutes later and C was waiting for me and confused where I'd been (she didn't see/hear me leave since she was still in the shower).

I apologized to her for looking at her phone but told her that I saw the texts from her partner, and that I was feeling kind of hurt that she hadn't told me that she had a more serious relationship going on, since she knows I value transparency. I specifically did not mention that I was also dating M or knew who he was because I felt I needed to scope out the situation more.

she ended up breaking down in tears and spilled everything. told me that M is her husband, that he doesn't know she's been seeing me, that shes felt so conflicted and guilty because she loves him but has really grown to love me too, that she feels wrong and dirty for keeping everything secret. I'm upset that I've been made into a mistress without knowing, but I try to talk to her about everything, we end up staying up super late talking and crying and pouring our hearts out. I still don't mention that I'm dating M too because I feel like I need to talk to him about this before any big decisions are made on my part.

I ended up inviting M to stay at my place a few nights later, and I confront him about the fact that I know he has a wife (made up something about my friend seeing them out together) and ask why he's kept this from me. his reaction was really similar. guilt, not understanding why he's attracted to two people at once, saying he very deeply loves C and doesn't want to leave her but really loves me too, says he's confused and doesn't know what to do. I don't mention to him that I know C or that I'm dating her.

I asked him if he's heard of polyamory before, and he said yes but he doesn't know anything about it really. I ended up encouraging him to maybe talk to his wife to see if that's something she'd be interested in, but he was terrified that she'd be hurt by the suggestion.

I really do love both of them and don't want to leave them. I've been poly for a long time and am very familiar with navigating ethical non monogamy, and to me this feels a lot like two poly people struggling to come to terms with and accept a facet of their sexualities, and they're just navigating that confusion and self discovery in ways that are...not great. but, I want to give them grace for their mistakes I guess?

so this is the part where I think I might be the asshole if I go thru with it. I've talked with both C and M separately about talking to their spouse about what's been going on and about polyamory in general, and they're both fucking terrified and really don't want to. so, I was thinking of inviting them both to my place at the same time to hash it out (without telling them that the other person will be there, since they still don't know I'm dating both of them). I think once they realize they've been dating the same person things might be easier to navigate, and will force them to confront what's been going on?? but also idk if springing this on them is the best thing I could do, but I really have no idea how to navigate this differently.

to be frank, if they love each other and both love me, my ideal outcome is that we continue things as they have been but with no secrecy and 100% transparency. I'm also afraid that even though they've both been seeing the same person and have expressed interest in polyamory after talking about it with me, they might feel personally betrayed by each other and everything could backfire spectacularly, AND I could possibly explode their whole marriage.

so, WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

[shadowdaddies]

Could you write some A/B/O smut for the batboys (x reader or just among themselves)

I love how much you write in response to recs so I’m super excited xx love your writing style so much

hi! thank you so much for the kind words💜 I thought about just doing the batboys but tbh I'm not sure what their dynamic would be so I went with batboys alphas and omega reader. I tried to do my research on this, so I'm sorry if this isn't really accurate to the omegaverse but I hope you enjoy it💜

Spontaneity

poly!batboys x f!reader omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: smut, truly this is pwp, a/b/o dynamics, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, anal sex, dp, breeding kink obvi, minors dni, not proofread

Your boots crunched against the white snow, pressing it down as you walked down a street in Windhaven with Emerie. The small talk you were holding with your friend was quickly interrupted when the heads of nearly every male on the street turned towards you, nostrils flaring as they tracked you with predatory gazes.

You and Emerie both clocked their looks instantly, realization dawning as you began to feel the symptoms of spontaneous heat. Your scent was growing stronger by the minute, the sweet pheromones drawing every beta in the camp towards your path. 

You knew there was limited time for you to reach your nest before your desire turned blinding, turning to Emerie as you frantically explained the plan. 

“I need you to get a healer until my mates can get here. Send them to the cabin, please,” you pleaded, anxiously backing away as you prepared to run for it. Emerie nodded, turning back as she went in search of your alphas’ healer, Madja. 

Fleeing through the snow, you fought the urges threatening to take over as your body’s cravings intensified. You managed to stumble through the door to the warded cabin, calling out helplessly to the empty home as your vision blurred. 

Your clothes were too restrictive, burning hot against your skin as you clawed desperately to remove them. You shed your coat, untying your boots as you scrambled up the staircase to your nested bedroom. 

The moment you opened the door, the lingering scents of your alphas greeted you, slick already dripping down your legs as you moaned at the smell. Crawling over the edge of the mattress, your head fell back against the pillows as you struggled to get your pants down. 

A plea echoed in your mind - relief, relief, relief - as you shimmied your pants down to your ankles. A scream of frustration left your lips as you brought your fingers to your clit, the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortable. Rubbing your clit was getting you nowhere - you needed to be filled, needed a healer, an alpha, anything. 

Your frustrated cries drowned out the sound of the door opening, your small fingers curled inside of you doing little to ease the desire burning within. 

“Fuck, baby,” Rhys breathed, violet eyes wide as he took in the sight of you, sprawled and sweating on the bed. 

“Rhys, Alpha, please. I need a heat suppress... A healer. Emerie-“ you fumbled for the words, unable to even ask for what you needed to take the edge off as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay sweet girl. I’m here to take care of you. What do you want, little one?” Rhys cooed, eyes filled with adoration as his fingers gripped your chin, directing your focus to him.

Your tongue instinctively darted out, licking his thumb in silent request. He growled, slipping the digit into your mouth as you mewled, sucking as you stared at him with wide eyes. 

“I need you inside of me,” you mumbled around his finger. Your words weren’t clear, but your alpha knew exactly what you needed as his clothes were spirited away. The sound of his hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen drew a pathetic mewl from you, slick somehow building further as you struggled for breath.

Rhys pulled his thumb from your mouth, circling around to the edge of the bed, where your ankles were still trapped in the confines of your pants. Instead of undressing you, Rhys gripped your ankles, pulling them over his head as he locked himself within your legs. A guttural groan escaped him, eyes rolling back as your scent filled his senses. 

“Rhys, please. I need you now,” you pleaded, tears brimming as you clenched around nothing. Your alpha did not keep you waiting, pulling your hips down to the edge of the bed as he guided his cock inside of you, the both of you releasing lewd moans at the feeling of his swelled cock fully seated. “Move,” you whispered, wriggling as much as you could in his restrictive hold. 

Rhys loved having you at his mercy like this, smugness filling him at being the only alpha here as he drew his hips back, slamming into you. Relief flooded through you, feeling euphoric as your cravings were finally sated. Your head lolled to the side, shifting up and down against the mattress with Rhys’s thrusts as you registered Cassian walking through the door. 

“Oh, my sweet girl. I heard about your heat,” he crooned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You nodded helplessly, still bouncing on Rhys’s dick as your mouth began to water, your need for Cassian building with each inhale you took of his scent.

Your eyes flicked to his face, Cassian’s hazel eyes watching your mouth fly open in a moan as Rhys hit deep inside of you. “Please, please,” you breathed, hand fumbling in a weak attempt to palm your alpha’s cock through his pants. “I need to suck you,” you begged, earning a moan from both Rhys and Cassian as the latter quickly stripped himself of his clothing.

Cassian climbed to the top of the mattress, legs spreading as his scent filled the air, cock proudly on display. Rhys flipped you over, your ass in the air as he shoved your pants the rest of the way off. Practically drooling, you leaned down and took Cassian in your mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum on your lips as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he praised, his words spurring you on as you took him as deep as you could. Rhys thrust back inside of you without warning, eliciting a muffled scream as you gagged around Cassian’s cock. His hand found your hair, wrapping it around his wrist as you bounced like a rag doll between him and Rhys.

“Fuck,” Rhys murmured, landing a smack to your ass as his knot grew inside of you, locking you in place as you felt his warm seed fill you up. Cassian groaned as he watched your face, your jaw going slack around him as you reveled in the feeling of Rhys’s release. 

“Gods, I’m going-“ Cassian pulled away just in time, his knot shrinking back as he held your mouth away from him. Rhys pulled out, long fingers pushing his cum back inside of you, a moan leaving him at the sight. 

“Where- where is Az?” You breathed, suddenly feeling the intensity of your heat at the realization of your missing alpha. Cassian and Rhys exchanged a quick glance before you heard movement downstairs, boots thudding against the wood before Azriel appeared in the doorway, sweat dripping from his brow.

“I was in Velaris. I’m here now baby, I’ve got you,” he cooed, leaning down to bring you in for a searing kiss. “What do you want from me, sweet girl?”

“I need you both. Now,” you commanded breathlessly, looking between him and Cassian. With a nod, Azriel removed his clothing, Rhys gently flipping you back on your back where Cassian pulled you against his chest. His cock brushed against your core, collecting the mix of your slick and Rhys’s cum as he lined himself up with your rear entrance.

With a nod from you, Cassian pushed inside, his large cock stretching your asshole deliciously. A mewl escaped you as you felt Azriel’s hand on your clit, thumb rubbing circles as he teased. 

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so good for us,” Rhys murmured, settling next to you on the bed as he peppered kisses down your neck and chest. He smiled with pride when your jaw dropped, the sensation of Azriel pushing into your cunt, rubbing against Cassian’s cock through your thin walls almost too much for you.

Vision fading in and out, you heard vague and muffled praises as Cassian and Azriel took alternating thrusts inside of you, Rhys’s hands and mouth licking and tugging your nipples as every part of your body was stimulated.

With a scream, you clawed at the sheets as Cassian’s knot swelled inside of you, his release warm in your ass as Azriel continued pounding into you. Someone’s fingers found your clit, a chuckle sounding in your ear as you whimpered at the overstimulation. 

Your mind reeled as what might have been another orgasm crashed through you, the constant intense pleasure too much for you to register as you felt Azriel’s knot grow inside of you. Cassian leaned down to press kisses on your shoulder, Rhys continuing his words of praise as your final alpha’s seed filled you. 

The heat which had consumed you now faded away, deep contentment and sleepiness overwhelming your senses as you struggled to stay awake. You were vaguely aware of Azriel crawling up the bed, several sets of hands wrapping around your waist as you laid back against a muscled chest. 

“Sleep, little one. We’ll be here,” Rhys murmured in your ear as you drifted off, deeply sated and peaceful in your mates’ arms.

[executables-sims]

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141 thoughts

Pairing: 141 x F!Reader 

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.5k 🫣

Warnings/Tags: some sexual content, mostly wholesome stuff otherwise 

Summary: Just some thoughts I had about the boys, there are a lot for Soap because he’s my boyfriend and I love him. 

A/N: not really poly!141 but a little bit poly!141, also i might add to these in the future

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Has freckles but they only come out in the summer, when it’s warm enough that he doesn’t bother with shirts or long trousers, when the thick of his shoulders are exposed. It’s early afternoon when you notice them the first time, your cheek pressed to his warm skin, eyelashes tickling him there. He gets uncharacteristically shy at your soft, endeared gasp, brushing your fingers over the freckled skin of his shoulder, across his face. His cheeks flush and it makes you smile, noting the freckles across the bridge of his nose too. 

Has a dark green phone case, it’s silicone and smooth under his hands, rounded edges. No widgets on his Home Screen, only your time zone if he’s away on a mission. Also has a screen protector. 

His Lock Screen wallpaper is a photo of the sunset he took on a trip down to the coast with you. His Home Screen is a photo of you and him in bed, your hair messy from sleep, smile half-hidden under the covers, your face tucked into his bare shoulder. 

Types like a dad. If you went through your texts, you’re certain you’d find more thumbs ups and okays than I love you’s or either of your names. Always signs off with his name, no matter how short the text. 

Very passionate about the beard. Has a nice beard kit at home, a gift from Simon last Christmas - it’s in a dark wooden box with individual compartments for each item: expensive-smelling oils, thick brushes, tiny trimming scissors. Likes including you in his routine. Sits you up on the bathroom counter, stands between your knees and guides your hands as you drag the blade slowly down his neck. You like it, knowing he trusts you like this, knowing these quiet, intimate moments are the ones he misses when he’s away. 

Tries not to smoke at home anymore. He knows you hate the smell, so keeps it to his office on base, and has managed to quiet the shake in his hands with the patches he slips under his shirt sleeve while he’s home. He still hasn’t thrown away the case of cigars in the bottom shelf of his bedside table, and you won’t ask him to. You know that it’s a work in progress, a murmured confession into the back of your neck one morning that now that he has something he wants to live to see when he gets older and his hair is more grey than brown. 

Had his ears pierced when he was younger. Hasn’t worn anything since an old, irritating prick of a CO chewed him out for it, so the holes have long closed, but he still smiles at your enamoured gasp as you run your fingers over the laminated photographs in his mother’s photo album. 

Big fan of tea. To an embarrassing extent. Has a whole system for brewing ‘the perfect cuppa’ that he teaches you one morning in autumn. His chest to your back as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and guides your hands with his big ones covering yours. You tease him about it, but he only shakes his head and smiles, murmuring that he can’t survive off the shit they pack into MREs forever, that he has to make the most of it when he’s home. 

Gaz

Loves M&S and Carhartt, I refuse to believe he shops anywhere else. Any hoodie this man owns is such high quality you could sleep on it. Has super soft, thick beanies, a trench coat, knitted crewnecks. Definitely follows a bunch of fashion influencers on social media.

Comfy apartment, all blues and greys and whites. He calls it minimalist, you call it boring, but he can’t find it in him to complain as pieces of you begin appearing around the flat. Your colourful pasta bowls among his stone grey ones, your red kettle, your patchwork blankets thrown over his sofa, animal plushies strewn across his bed. Also has a full Le Creuset set, maybe the fruit one, or the all-blue set. 

Tried to put you on early morning runs for about a minute, but acquiesced at the wrinkle of your nose and the muttered threat that you’d bite his dick off as you snuggled further into bed. 

Did French at A level. Hated it, but is now fluent enough that the higher-ups keep dragging his name into ops requiring French-speakers. The only real good thing that comes out of it is the feeling of you tightening around him as he murmurs dirty things into your ear, his cheek pressed to yours as his tongue works around the soft, silky sounds of his dirty talk. 

Prefers FaceTime to phone calls if possible. Likes to see your face light up as you tell him about your day, being shown around the flat as you walk and talk, the sunset from across the world. Feels more connected to you. 

Very sweet with his PDA. Locked fingers, a hand on your waist, his chest at your back, big on forehead kisses. (Likes being all soft and sweet with you while you’re crying on his dick, holds your face in the cradle of his hands and presses a long, slow kiss to your forehead as he fills you.) 

Likes to collect little things from places he visits. Alejandro does shot glasses, Price does beer mats, Soap collects those stupid ‘I heart place’ t-shirts, and Gaz does stamps. Never uses them for letters, but keeps them tucked safely into a pocket of his vest to stick into a small notebook on his bedside table. 

The type of man to keep a real physical photo of you in his wallet. It’s a step up from having your photo as his wallpaper on his phone and a Polaroid tucked into his phone case. It makes your heart do a funny little flip when you find it on a Tuesday afternoon grocery run, proudly displayed next to his driver’s license and card. He doesn’t understand the radiant smile on your face when you look up at him where he’s pressed against your back at the self-service machine, coffee-flavoured gum forgotten in his hands where he’d plucked it off the shelf, until his eyes fall to his wallet open in your palms. He chuckles shyly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah… just wanted to keep you with me everywhere I go. Remind myself who I’m comin’ home too.” You spend so long kissing him there, a line starts to form behind you and he has to blindly swipe his card across the machine before grabbing the bags and marching you to the car. (The ice cream is melted by the time you get home.)

Ghost

His Lock Screen is one of the generic ones when you first get a new phone, he hadn’t bothered to change it after updating from the battered flip phone he had when you first met him. His Home Screen is a photo he’d taken of you at the pub, head thrown back in laughter, skin glowing, the sleeve of your dress half-slipped down your shoulder (ended up googling how to change it after realising Johnny would take the piss out of him if he asked). 

Has a screen protector, but no phone case. He prefers to rawdog it despite your worries that he’ll drop it someday, or that Riley will get slobber in the charging port. 

Quiet but steady with his affection in public. Not one to ‘lay claim’ to you, but gets noticeably more touchy if someone looks at you a moment too long. More constant with his affection at home, a hand on your hip, his chin tucked over your shoulder, fingers hooked in your belt loop, elbow touching yours at the table. 

Patchy blond stubble when he forgets to shave, patches missing from the scars across his face. He hates them a little less when you run your lips across them, pressing into the crevices of his skin and breathing devotion into each one. 

Bites as a sign of affection. Only ever gently, just a quick press of his teeth around soft flesh, your shoulder, your neck, the curve of your breast. A little harder in bed, the fat of your thighs between his jaws as his fingers work you open, a bite mark left in your shoulder as he shudders against your back. 

Gets a cat to keep Riley and you company while he’s away. The two of you settle on a rescue after perusing online for a few weeks. Find a tiny black kitten with the biggest green eyes and little white paws and a birthmark that looks strangely like a skull on her tiny forehead. He calls her Spooks, watching her stretch across the length of his forearm, looking far more relaxed compared to how jumpy she’d been at the adoption centre. 

His thing to collect on missions is lighters. Has a growing collection of weird, novelty lighters ranging from a grenade to a red telephone box. His favourite (the one you tease him about the most) is the one shaped like a skeleton with the skull popping off to expose the flame. 

Has a weirdly high spice tolerance for a white guy from Manchester. Doesn’t blink at the local Indian place’s ‘authentic style biryani’ and even calls them up to thank them for the ‘nice little hit of spice’, putting it on speaker for you to listen and muffle your laughter at the disbelieving but polite response. 

Has a small chip in one of his incisors from a fight when he was still a sergeant. It was over something stupid, one of the recruits making snide comments about the scars. There’s a small scar on his left palm between his first two knuckles where he gripped the jagged edge of a broken beer bottle to swing at the other guy, and a matching one on the back of his forearm from ducking to avoid the broken shards of glass as a tumbler hit the wall. 

Has reading glasses for when he’s home. They’re a dark, tortoise shell pair that he perches on the bridge of his nose as he pores over reports late at night. It makes him look older, more mature than his 30-something years, and always - without fail - has you clambering into his lap within minutes of slipping them on, your hands sneaking under his jumper, your mouth on his neck.

The rumours are true; Ghost has a criminal sweet tooth. Speaking of teeth, Soap was shocked to find he has any left with the absurd volume of sugar he takes with a cuppa. Ghost takes his tea piping fucking hot, with four sugars. You and the boys are half-convinced he just has no feeling left in his tongue, that all the nerves there have been burned to a crisp (despite him repeatedly proving to you in bed that his tongue works fine, thanks).

Soap

Coffee in the mornings. Black if he’s feeling low, milk and three sugars if it’s a good day. Staunch tea hater, always groaning about fuckin’ Brits and their hot leaf water. 

Very clingy and a lot more open with his affection in public. Will have a hand tucked into the back pocket of your jeans while waiting in the line at Asda, arm over your shoulders while you’re squished together in a booth at the pub, a messy smack of his lips to your cheek as he envelops you in his arms. 

Exchanges little bits of Welsh and Scottish slang with you. Thoroughly enamoured to finally learn what a cwtch is, and it’s buried itself so deep into his vocabulary that he’ll murmur it into his pillow in the middle of the night if you wriggle out of his arms to get a drink or use the loo. Sleepy and slow, “gies a cwtch, hen,” before he’s curling an arm around you and burying his face into the warm skin of your neck. 

Expanding on that - completely unintelligible when tired. You’d think he’d be more accustomed to communicating on low energy from the army, but no. Anytime he’s even remotely sleepy, any speech devolves into vaguely Scottish-sounding gibberish, equal parts hilarious, endearing and stressful, trying to decipher the jumbled words as he fights sleep. (There’s a video on someone’s phone of Johnny sleepily singing Scotland The Brave on the flight home after a long mission in Iceland. To this day, he continues to deny the entire thing happened.) 

Does not like waking up early but had it trained out of him in the early days of his career. At home though? The two of you are out of commission well into the afternoon if not prompted into action by some external obligations. And if you’re a morning person, has been known to mumble slurred threats of violence into his pillow. Unfortunately for him, the intimidation factor of those threats is significantly lowered by the puddle of drool soaking his pillow. 

Dog person. Convinces you after a few days of bombarding you with puppy photos and articles about how dogs can improve mental health and life expectancy. Calls her Craic, and thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world because he can ask, “What’s the craic?” when checking in with you while he’s off on a mission. 

Takes the mick out of you and the rest of the team sometimes, teaching you ‘real Scottish lingo’ (read: cleverly disguised insults/gibberish). It worked on Gaz once, and the poor thing tried a pickup line on a girl at a bar. It didn’t go well, to explain the tears in his eyes as he staggered back to the booth, pinching his bruised nose. 

For a demolitions expert with assumedly nimble fingers, he types like a drunk. No punctuation, no grammar, half of it Scottish slang. It’s gotten so bad that not even autocorrect can save him. And for some absurd reason, he recently turned it off, claiming it’d help train him to type more accurately. (Spoiler alert: it hasn’t.)

Also a big fan of voice notes. Slightly easier to understand than the keyboard smashes he calls text messages, but has a habit of getting sidetracked so they’ll end up being 8-minute long mini reviews of his week. Is also known for sending ridiculously long voice messages to random people when drunk; incomprehensible stream-of-consciousness stuff where he thinks he uncovers the meaning of life at least twice before he’s blathering on about whether we’ll ever really know what dinosaurs looked like. 

Biggest munch on the team. 50% enthusiasm, 35% talent, 15% learned skill. He’s messy, puts his all into it, and gets the job done. Not one to tease you when he’s between your legs like that, and has none of the patience or restraint that John or Simon do. Just happy and grateful to be there. Also big fan of eating it from the back, and genuinely enjoys it too. You know that tweet about eating pussy in the sniper position so you can hump the bed in peace? That’s Soap.

Claims he can handle spice. Cannot, in fact, handle spice. This was proven to the entire 141 after a dinner at a Thai restaurant, and Ghost egged him into trying a single slice of red chili, Gaz cheering him on, Price only shaking his head as he polished off his beer, his arm resting around the back of your chair as you shared a sceptical look. Soap had been in tears by the end of it, his tongue still on fire as he swirled an ice cube around his mouth, wiping at his runny nose and throwing a thumbs up at the concerned waiter. He rests his head on your lap the entire drive home, gently sniffling into the tissues you keep giving him, subtly flipping Gaz off when he mutters something about doing too much.

[ohtoseni]

like real people do

chapter one

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC

read it on ao3

the government forces soulmates to be together, no matter what it takes.

it just so happens that eve's soulmates are two bisexual super soldiers.

or,

steve and bucky struggle with their eighteen-year-old soulmate who refuses to settle into her new life after being kidnapped by the government.

tags/warnings: soulmate mark au, forced throuple/poly relationship (f/m/m), extreme age gap, kidnapping, slow burn, dub con, mental health issues (ptsd, audhd, ocd, bipolar, ed), found family, emotional hurt/comfort, sensory overload and meltdowns, eventual smut, tooth-rotting fluff, power imbalance, domestic discipline (spanking as punishment), general teenage angst, daddy dom energy, oral fixation, praise kink, implied/referenced child abuse/csa, kink exploration, p in v sex, oral sex, non sexual age regression, lots of cuddles and snuggles and crying

Tick, tick, tick…

Eve stared blankly at the large vintage clock across the restaurant. It was a dumb impulse purchase by her boss, justified by the fact it vaguely fits the quasi-Italian feel of the restaurant. While the ticks and chimes weren’t as prominent during busy hours, the damned thing drove her nuts whenever it was just Eve closing up.

A glance out the front door revealed the same pouring rain from this afternoon, surely the sidewalks and streets were flooded by now. Groaning, Eve mentally cursed her boss for not letting her get off earlier as she rubbed her temples. The man religiously checked the security systems to ensure the doors were locked at exactly eleven o’clock, not a second earlier.

By now she synced up her nightly exit to the clock’s beat like a countdown. One, two, three ticks to get from the hostess station to the front door, and the loud chime indicating the new hour played the moment her keys entered the lock. It was normally a satisfying feeling when she wasn’t greeted by rain on the other side of the door. Thankfully, Eve only lived just down the road from the restaurant.

Power walking through the storm, she kept a tight hold on her sweatshirt to prevent the hood from flying off her head and to preserve what little body heat she had. Her legs were sore from a long shift, and she had to will them to carry her to her bed for the night. Cars flew down the street, with the occasional asshole splashing her with the water buildup on the street. As the rain kept pouring sideways, Eve gave up on keeping her glasses rain- and fog-free. Her apartment was a straight shot down the main road. Had it been clear out, she would’ve had eyes on the front door from the moment she left the restaurant.

The streetlights above her flickered, until they eventually gave out, shrouding her in darkness. Essentially walking blind, Eve didn’t even know where the sudden arm came from that grabbed and pulled her into the alley. A strong figure in black held Eve against his body, one arm easily wrapped around her torso to keep her arms down, and his calloused hand harshly gripping her mouth. The sudden pressure on her ribs made her gasp out the air in her lungs. She tried her hardest to scream and squirm out of his grip, but her attempts were futile against his strength. The rain only made her grip on the attacker slick. In an attempt to get him to let go, Eve knocked her head backward against his lower jaw, stunning him enough that he removed his hand from her mouth.

“Help! Help! I-“ Eve’s screams were easily muffled by the rain and thunder, but she tried your hardest to be heard by a potential passerby. A couple of screams left her mouth before a fist collided with the left side of her face. Pain radiated through her jaw like lightning before everything faded to black.

———

Everyone had a soulmate out there- a person made just for you. A small mark on your wrist slowly developed around puberty, uniquely yours and your soulmate’s. Young teenagers would compare marks with their crushes, desperately hoping it was a match. They would sit there and point out the smallest curve or dot that matched up, claiming that all the other differences were simply due to stretched skin or a bruise or cut. Eve wasn’t sure if they tried to make it work because they liked each other, or to avoid being put on the draft.

If by the age of eighteen, you hadn’t found your soulmate, you would be placed into a database full of other unmatched individuals. Young people nicknamed it ‘the draft’ due to how frequently the government stalked the website. Stories of people going missing after being put on the draft drifted around school campuses and online communities, not believing the kidnappings were just to unite far-away soulmates. A news headline or two would highlight missing young adults for a day before being expunged from the media.

For years Eve watched her friends and classmates find their soulmates, or innocently imagine what they would look like. As they gushed about love, she would look down at her wrist, empty of any markings. She’d laugh and put on a fake smile, trying to hide the pain of knowing she didn’t have a soulmate.

Eventually, her eighteenth birthday came around, and she was still soulmateless. Throughout the school day, she anxiously rubbed her wrist where the mark should be, wondering how she would be drafted without a mark. The drive to the Soulmate Commission building was long and somber, her hands shaking on the wheel the whole way. The time finally came when they needed to photograph Eve’s mark, and she pulled up her sleeve to reveal two little lines on her left wrist.

“Hmm,” the worker hummed, pulling the camera back ever so slightly. “We’ve never had two marks before.”

As she walked off to get a supervisor, Eve felt her entire body pale. At that moment, she didn’t know if having two soulmates was better or worse than having none. Her stomach dropped, and a twisting feeling in her gut told you to run. Before she could change her mind about registering today, the woman came back, a disgusted look on her face. She took the picture quickly and scoffed as she checked the quality of the photo.

Maybe the stigma of having two was worse.

———

Groaning, Eve lifted a hand to hold her throbbing head. The pain thumping in her skull woke her up after a who-knows-how-long nap, leaving her feeling like absolute crap. She could sense the blinding white light through closed eyes, making it harder to open them. In an attempt to make out where exactly she was, she tried to squint while sitting up.

The room was a blinding white, the natural light of the large windows clashed with the bright overhead lights to create a visual sensory nightmare that made her eyes sting. The more her eyes adjusted, the more the room started looking like some sort of sterile prison. Eve sat on a stiff bed with only a thin white sheet covering her naked body. The scent of antiseptic, the rough texture of her blanket, the sterile air making her throat dry, it was all too much for her senses.

Eve fully sat up, back resting against the cool white brick wall, and pulled the sheet tightly around her body. Maybe she was just dreaming, and this was some far away place from her nightmares. The chill air in the room made the naked girl shiver, reminding her this was very much reality. Her eyes fell onto a chair opposite of the bed- the thought of someone watching her sleep in only a bra and panties felt extremely violating. Footsteps creaked outside of the small room alongside voices hushed by the brick walls. Eve was just about ready to stand up when a door opened suddenly, making her jump back against the wall.

A man in a white coat walked in holding a familiar pink bag. Eve quickly recognized it as her own from her apartment. She tugged the sheet closer as the man greeted her with a smile.

“Eve, how are you feeling?” The man asked, pulling the chair around to the side of the bed before sitting in it. The girl didn’t respond, only suspiciously eyed up the stranger.

“I’m Dr. Kim, the head doctor for the New York Soulmate Commission.” The doctor reached a hand out towards Eve, intending on a handshake, but she only continued to stare him down relentlessly. “Ah, I see.

“I’d like to apologize on behalf of the Commission for how you were handled on your way here. Best believe me, that contractor has been fired.”

“Handled…?” Eve quietly wondered aloud. She had no memory of how she got here. One moment she was locking up the restaurant, the next she was in what she now assumed was a hospital room.

“Nevertheless,” the doctor quickly cut her off, not wanting to elaborate. He continued with his calm, monotonous voice. “I just need to check for some things. Can you follow the light?”

The doctor flashed a small pen light, moving it slowly for Eve to follow. She did as instructed, and replied with a quiet ‘no’ when asked if she had a headache or nausea. Both times she lied, but she didn’t want to remain here any longer.

The doctor finished the quick exam with a smile, and reached over to grab Eve’s bag off the floor. “You should have a pair of clothes and your personal items in here. I’ll give you a minute before sending your soulmates in.”

“My soulmates?”

This was not how she imagined meeting her soulmates would be. In a bland doctor’s office, naked, and not remembering how she even got to New York from Michigan. Eve didn’t even know what day it was. And now she was supposed to meet her lifelong partners? It felt more like being released into the care of kidnappers. In that moment, she felt jealous of her old classmates who easily found their soulmates from within their hometown. They were spared the shame and uncertainty of being left behind by a flawed system.

Once the doctor left the room, Eve opened her backpack and quickly put on the sweatshirt and sweatpants packed neatly in the bag. She rummaged around to find her phone, and noticed her laptop and tablet had been packed as well. As she stumbled upon her headphones and books, the thought of someone breaking into her home to get her belongings dawned on her. Just how much of her life did they go through while deciding on what to pack? Had they been watching her for a while? An unfamiliar sickness filled her as she grabbed her phone from the bottom of the bag before gently pushing the damned thing away.

The phone wouldn’t turn on, as expected. The battery was long dead, and whoever retrieved it must not have bothered to charge it or pack her charger in the bag. Eve threw it back into the backpack before standing up from the bed.

She walked towards the large windows to be met with a beautiful overview of New York City. Her fingers made their way to her mouth, chewing on her fingernails out of nerves and fear. Never once had she visited a city as big as this. Her hometown had a population of only 10,000 people, and her college town had a population a little under 5,000. This was way out of her normal, and Eve did not like it one bit.

A knock at the door made her jump and turn around. Low, muffled voices could be heard from the other side of the door. Her hands remained by her mouth, biting her nails and tugging on her bottom lip to soothe herself. Eve didn’t know what to expect, and felt so exposed even with her baggy clothes on. She felt like an animal ready to meet its slaughter.

“Eve?” A soft, yet strong voice rung out as the door creaked open. Eve’s brown eyes met an unknown pair of baby blues, and immediately she wanted to be anywhere but there. She felt like a deer in headlights, stuck in place and eyes wide in fear. Her gaze never left the two men as they entered the room together.

These two ginormous men were her soulmates.

“Hi, Eve.” The blonde said with a soft smile. He took a few cautious steps forward, stopping once he saw the tiniest flinch from Eve. “I’m Steve, and this is Bucky.”

Steve tried his best to be as non-intimidating as possible, but their size difference alone made him seem like a threat. The girl in front of him barely looked 100 pounds soaking wet, he probably looked like a predator approaching his prey.

“I-I’m Eve…” the girl introduced herself quietly, her hands making her voice mumbled. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle- this kid managed to be adorable while afraid for her life.

“We know that, doll,” Bucky said, walking more naturally towards her than Steve had with his cautious steps. Eve’s eyes remained trained on Bucky as he leaned against the wall, staring out the window.

Steve, not wanting to further upset the girl who already was on the brink of tears, didn’t make any sudden movements. He cleared his throat so Eve’s eyes would dart back towards him before speaking.

“We’re-“

“Are you the ones that took me?” Eve asked, her voice wavering and cracking near the end. Steve could tell she was not comfortable, not relieved, and not at ease. He could feel their bond yelling at him to comfort her, to hold her and tell her she was safe now. Steve could tell Eve was also fighting that battle- her anxiety heightened as her body told her to get closer, but her brain told her to run as far as she could.

“No, sweetheart. We’re the ones that found you,” Steve tried his best to explain the situation. “We’re going to take you home now.” The blonde super soldier took another step closer to Eve before reaching a hand out to her.

Eve panicked as Steve suddenly entered the bubble of safety she drew up in her mind. Now hyperventilating, she looked desperately around the room for an escape route. She absolutely would not be going anywhere with these men. While Steve and Bucky took a moment to exchange concerned glances, Eve saw that as her opportunity to run. She jumped over the bed and out the door, quickly running down the empty hallway.

The hospital was a maze, Eve kept taking turns in what felt like giant circles. Then again, she didn’t care where she went, as long as she didn’t end up with the strange men. She had to get away. The footsteps behind her were so loud and fast though, making her run quicker than she ever had before. She turned her head to see just how much distance was in between her and them, only to trip over a snag in the carpet and tumble to the ground. Lying there defeated, Eve let the tears flow and her cries loudly break through as she curled up into a ball. Her head grew dizzy as she tried to recover her breath through cries. Seconds later she felt strong hands lift her into the air with sheer ease, making her thrash hard.

Bucky had tried to cut her off on the other side of the hallway, only to watch her fall and eat shit in front of him. His heart skipped a beat, not wanting her to be hurt, especially with how loud her cries grew. Quickly he reached down and threw her over his shoulder, not risking her running off again.

“Let’s go home, troublemaker,” Buck said, securing her down with his metal arm as Eve squirmed and kicked. Steve simply shook his head at the scene, following the two of them out of the building.

Bystanders chuckled and pointed at the scene, it wasn’t every day you saw a grown woman throwing a tantrum over her soulmate’s shoulder. The stares and laughs were shut down by stern looks from Steve and Bucky, their threatening and protective aura immediately ceasing any teasing. The crowd quickly looked away, hurrying on with their tasks.

Eve’s squirms grew more frantic as they reached the exit, her screams raw with panic. “Let me go! I don’t want this! I don’t want you!”

Bucky winced at the words, not wanting to show just how much they hurt him. Steve continued to follow Bucky, his expression softening at just how much this hurt Eve. He spoke up with a quiet intensity, “Eve, we’re not going to hurt you. You’re not a prisoner. We’re here to help you, to get you out of this mess.”

Her chest heaved with each sob, her body exhausted from the panic and fear. Slowly, her resistance lessened as her exhaustion grew, and she stopped fighting Bucky’s hold. Her body continued to tremble and rack with sobs.

The evening autumn air hit them once outside, and the streetlights of New York City illuminated the bustling city. However, it all felt cold and isolating to Eve. Her eyes darted around from the passing cars to the towering buildings, feeling overwhelmed. Her wandering eyes landed back on Steve, who gave a reassuring smile that Eve did not return. This was the last place she wanted to be- out with these strangers in a world she didn’t quite understand.

A black SUV waited for them. Bucky moved towards the back, his arm still securely around Eve. Gently, he adjusted her enough to set her down in the backseat. Her resistance was depleted, and she only stared at the back of the passenger seat with bloodshot, teary eyes. Bucky closed and locked the doors before him and Steve quickly got in with her in the front. The three sat in silence for a moment, taking in the reality of the situation.

Eve fiddled with the door for a moment, tiredly trying to open it before coming to terms that she was locked in for good. Not wanting to be so close to her captors, she moved into the third row seats, creating as much space as she possibly could. She kept her gaze out the window, her arms crossed, closing herself off from any confrontation. She didn’t want to talk nor even think about the idea of letting them in. Every inch of her was screaming run.

Steve glanced back at her from the driver’s seat, speaking softly and more soothing than before. “I know this is a lot to take in, but we need you to trust us, okay?”

“No more running, no more fighting,” Bucky added to try and keep things light while still grounded in reality.

“No, thank you.” Eve didn’t even look at them, her eyes fixed on the passing city lights. She never saw such tall buildings or bright lights before. The car began to move through the streets, the hum of the engine filling the silence.

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Billy Loomis x Male reader x Stu Macher

Headcanons

Who would have thought that getting closer to graduation would be so exhausting, but the train must keep chugging. Im not sure I showed body dysmorphia correctly, but I tried my best based on my understanding of it.

Not super long, but I hope it’s still enjoyable.

The lack of gifs of these two together is starting to tire me out.

Stu or Billys place would be the usual place you three hang out, so you showing up at Stus door wouldn’t be anything new or strange. But the fact that you looked near tears would put your normally goofy and loud lover on edge.

You would be wearing multiple layers, a sweater, a hoodie, and a jacket on top of that, just so you didn’t have to perceive yourself in any way. Just seeing your own reflection in the glass was enough to make you wanna curl in on yourself and disappear.

Billy would already be there as Stu pulled you inside, the two of them having probably been watching another trashy horror flick, or going over whatever plans they had for running around at night as Ghostface.

Billy may have always been the more perspective out of you three, but Stu wasn’t stupid. He could easily tell what the issue was when you struggled to even pull your jacket off, and the way you were hugging yourself only proved it further.

Hearing Stus worried tone as he spoke to you got Billy to emerge from wherever the two had been hanging out before, a worried furrow appearing on his face as his brows furrow. As Billy joins you two to check on you, Billy and Stu have something akin to a silent conversation with their eyes, both already knowing what to do.

So as Stu keeps you distracted with his doting and kissing, trying to keep your mind off how uncomfortable you feel in your own body and just existing in general, Billy will hurry up into Stus room to get everything ready.

And by getting ready, I mean getting rid or just covering the few mirrors Stu has, pulling the blinds down and turning off the lights, as well as setting up blankets and pillows to make the king sized bed Stu most definitely has more comfortable.

Stu is so good at keeping you distracted that you don’t even notice hes gotten you up the stairs and to his room until you guys are already there. There, Billy is already ready for you guys to join him on the bed. Hes most likely thrown his shirt off to the side somewhere along with his shoes, and now he’s waiting for you to crawl into his arms.

Neither of them make demands for you to take all your layers off, even as Stu crawls up behind you to hold you from behind, his arms wrapping around both you and Billy. They know commenting about it could just make it worse, so instead they just talk about everything under the sun, letting you settle down and take it at your own pace.

Turning the lights down and keeping in the dark helps you feel like seen, which makes it easier to peel some of your layers off when it starts to get way too hot between the two of them and under the blankets.

Billy being Billy would also find some way to sneak in comments to help you feel less ugly or uncomfortable, as he has a way of just saying stuff and making it feel like a fact. Stu being as excitable and energetic as he is would just gush about how much he likes you, without commenting about your looks. But they wouldn’t outright bring it up, since it could just worsen your state.

They would take it at your pace, letting you take all the time you need, but they would also make sure you don’t hurt or judge yourself too much, keeping your mind off what’s been bothering you until it isn’t weighing on you as much, or you are able to come out of your comfort zone.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Poly Smut Alphabet a to z request

Lucy Chen x R (Male or GN is 👍) x Celina

a = aftercare; what does aftercare look like with them?

Lucy is much more attentive about aftercare than Celina, Celina is more of a just wants to cuddle and relax after sex where Lucy is cleaning up, getting water, snacks or whatever else you need before she settles in to cuddle.

b = baby; how do they feel about petnames/honourifics? do they change when in the bedroom?

Like stated in the fluff version the only pet names they really use are baby and babe and that doesn't change in the bedroom. 

c = camera; who likes to send nudes to the others? have they ever made a sex tape - would they ever?

You guys send plenty of flirty texts but the last thing any of you need is someone hacking your phones and using your nudes as blackmail so nothing explicit ever gets sent. Celina didn't believe that would really happen at first but after Aaron's little incident with the kid wanting the Playstation she was like yeah okay we really do have to be careful. 

d = dressing up; how do they feel about lingerie? who likes to wear it for the others?

You wouldn't expect it but Lucy owns a lot more lingerie than Celina, they will go out shopping together and while Celina gets 1 or 2 new sets Lucy has at least 4 because she couldn't decide which one she wanted and it didn't help that Celina was telling her how good she looked in all of them. 

e = edging; is anyone into orgasm control? who is on the receiving end?

Oh Lucy loves some orgasm control, bringing you right up to the edge and leaving you begging for more. She'll taunt you by getting you so close to your release and then turning her attention to Celina making you watch. 

f = fair; does anyone like to tease? who doesn’t respond well to it?

Lucy is teasing you all the damn time, if you are by yourself in the break room she'll come up behind you and put her hand real low on your waist, whispering in your ear how she can't wait until your shifts are over and all the things she wants to do to you when you get home. 

g = good; is praise something that’s used often? who does it have the biggest effect on?

Lucy loves to be praised, definitely her biggest Kink. 

h = horny; who gets turned on the easiest/most often? how do they show it?

Celina is very blunt when she's horny so you would think it's her but Lucy is actually hornier way more often she just hides it better. Celina is content with sex twice a week where Lucy would have sex twice a day if you had the time.  

i = instigation; who, more often than not, is the one to instigate sex?

Lucy is the most frequent instigator but it doesn't always lead to sex, she's constantly making out with you or even just doing hand stuff where with Celina she is typically only gonna start something if you are able to have full on sex. 

j = joker; who stays on the serious side, and who’s more lighthearted?

Lucy is more serious with intimacy and Celina is more lighthearted. 

k = kinky; who’s the kinkiest? what are they into, and how do their partners participate (if at all)?

Neither one of them are super kinky, they like what they like and they don't really feel the need to explore kinks since they get plenty of thrill everyday on the job. Lucy's biggest kink is being praised and Celina's is body worship, really take your time exploring her body and making her desperate from your touch. 

l = lick; who enjoys giving head? who likes receiving it?

Celina prefers receiving oral and Lucy prefers giving it, she likes making others feel good and the praise that comes from it. 

m = middle; who likes to be in the middle of their partners? on the other hand, who prefers to focus on everyone else?

Celina loves being in the middle and getting attention from both of you while Lucy is the one more focused on everyone else's pleasure over her own. 

n = no; what’s off the table for each of them?

Nothing that can cause bodily harm. 

o = overnight; what happens when they’re finished? do they like to turn in for the night, or do they stay up?

Once aftercare is done Lucy is ready to go to bed where Celina wants to cuddle and watch a movie/episode of TV to unwind, sometimes you and Celina will go out to the living room to watch something so you don't disturb Lucy while she goes to sleep. 

p = place; where do they like to have sex? what’s a building/area that’s off limits for one reason or another?

You guys have to be more aware of your public appearance so public places are a dangerous game to play. However there have been a few incidents where you couldn't help the temptation (especially when Celina is in one of her short tight dresses for date night) and ended up in a bar bathroom or a storage closet at work. 

q = quiet; do they like to have anything on in the background, or do they prefer silence?

If you're trying to set the mood you can put some music on but for the most part you don't need anything on in the background. Celina has a playlist ready anytime you need it. 

r = restraints; does anyone like bondage? who’s the one to tie them up?

Neither one of them is super into bondage but occasionally you use handcuffs since you already have them readily available when you feel like spicing things up and it's usually Celina being tied up. 

s = submission; who likes to submit? what are they like when they do, and what roles do the others assume?

Celina is a total sub and Lucy can sub or dom depending on her mood. If Lucy had a tough day at work she will take out her frustration by domming the fuck out of you. 

t = toys; are toys used? who uses them on who?

You guys don't need a whole of lot toys, of course you've got some vibrators and Lucy has a strap on for when she wants to top but other than that the only thing you've really brought into the bedroom is some handcuffs when roleplaying. 

u = uniform; would they ever roleplay? if so, what’s the fantasy and dynamic?

You've roleplayed the obvious them arresting you a few times but when it comes to roleplay it's mostly they're two friends that you meet at a hotel bar while “traveling” and you buy them drinks and end the night taking them back to your room. You and Celina have also had run-ins with “Sava” from time to time. 

v = voyeur; does anyone take pleasure in watching everyone else?

I mean would you really say no to watching Celina and Lucy… 

w = window; has anyone got an exhibitionist streak? what’s the closest they’ve come to getting caught?

Like stated before you all very careful when it comes to fooling around some place public and the only time you've been caught was with Celina by Angela when you were making out in an empty room at the station and were starting to unbutton her shirt when Angela opened the door and just sighed and shut the door pretending she saw nothing. 

x = x marks the spot; who knows their partners, and the way to get them in the mood, the best?

Lucy is extremely attentive to details and has studied every single way your body reacts to her and knows exactly how to get you and Celina in the mood. 

y = yours; what does dirty talk look like for them?

Celina is very blunt in general but when it comes to dirty talk Lucy also gets blunt, they will both just straight up tell you what they want you to do to them. 

z = zealous; who’s most eager to please?

You are blessed to have Lucy and Celina in your bed, you are gonna be pleasing them any chance you get. 

[bovineblogger]

hi there! i wanna 3d model some low-poly-ish bovines for a roblox game (where you get to play as animals), do you have any suggestions for a beginner-level modeler?

BISON AND THEIR CALVES!!!!!!! theyre already super low poly the way they are!!!! erkdmfldskmfd;mds;m and theyre SO CUTE!!