#poly reader

[hyperfixationhobo]

Sylus: “You are just as bad as Rafayel.”

Caleb: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sylus: “I mean anytime MC leaves, you pout and sulk just like him.”

Caleb: “I don’t sulk.”

Sylus: “You’ve been sitting by the window ever since MC went shopping.”

Caleb: “It’s not sulking….I’m just waiting for them to return.”

Sylus: “You look like a dog.”

Caleb: “I do n-”

Rafayel: *Sprinting down the stairs.* “MC’s car just pulled up!”

Caleb: *Runs to the front door with Rafayel*

Sylus: “Dogs I tell you.”

[donutz]

(/^-^(^ ^*)/ ♡ Mokarun x reader // Pt 2

| Sleepover with Momo, Takakura, ‘n you! Pt 1; Pt 2

Warnings: Fluff!! Cuteness, plenty of physical affection/some words of affirmation, body appreciation(Momo and Okarun receiving), very loving reader(an absolute sweetheart), flustered Momo and Okarun, Reader is perceived as strong which is mentioned in this chapter; it doesn’t have to mean they are pure muscle(meaning that they can look as skinny and lanky as you want, or as paunchy and fluffy!!)// The first part focused on Okarun and now it’s Momo's turn!! This fanfic is recommended in light mode because both(Mokarun's) names are quite dark (^_^;)

Laying side by side, you two are asleep.

Well, you were asleep. You woke up from your nap. Which was after giving Okarun loving words and caresses.

His sleeping face was so peaceful, soft-looking, and cute.

“I want to kiss you so bad,” you whispered. 

Catching what you said, your heart beats increase and the situation feels awkward. Surprised and embarrassed, is all you felt. Your fists clench, laying your arms under your head.

I can’t… Look at him right now.

You grunt, swinging your legs. Your head tucks into the dip in your arm.

The creak of the door and flicking sound of the knob catches your attention. 

Momo grips her pink towel around her figure, searching for any eyes on her. She spots yours and flushes with a squeak.

“Just look away! I already knew you were gonna see me so.. Just look at the wall or something!!”

You spoke no words, just a sound confirming you heard her.

Looking back at Ken, just looking. His chest rising when he exhales, his straight eyelashes, light pink lips, crinkled hair, his adorable baby face.

You just wanna squeeze ‘em! Hold his smooth (face)cheeks in your hand and squish them so they both touch. His lips would perk as heat transfer to your palms. 

“Ahh!! You’re too cute ‘karunn..!!”

You smile at the scenario.

Momo catches your attention asking if you could help rubbing lotion on her back.

“I’m not tryna hurt my arms!! Uhm, I have a shirt and shorts on so you don’t have to worry about seeing anything,” Momo flushed.

Getting off of her bed, you looked at her flustered expression.

“Do you usually put lotion on your back?” you chuckled with a raised eyebrow.

“No.. But I don’t like the idea of a dirty and dry back… And I just knew you wouldn’t mind putting lotion on it for me,”

Grabbing her pink floral themed bottle of lotion, you press the handle which offers you a pastel pink and sweet-scented paste.

“Because you know I’m more physical?” you smiled.

“Yeah, basically…”

You both stood in silence while you spread the liquid-like paste along her back.

“I don’t want to waste any of the lotion so I might have to spread it on your shoulders or like— your collarbone,” the both of you made eye contact in the mirror.

Your eyebrows raise, she doesn’t get it at first— but then infers you’re asking her for consent.

She wears a surprised expression on her face, “It’s fine,” then breaks eye contact.

“K!”

The lotion on her back fades out and you thought you were finished.

“Y’know… I didn’t— put lotion on my arms and legs..”

Her arms cross while she looks away.

“You want me to put lotion on your arms and legs too?” you grinned, your hands lay on her thighs leaning on her back.

She grunts in annoyance, “You already know the answer,”

Obtaining another glob of lotion, you rub your palms together to expand its surface area.

“Prepare!… For the best lotion appliance ever in your life!!” your dramatics caused a snort from Momo.

And a giggle from somebody…

Though, it’s not like you could hear it over Momo's continuing wheeze.

Once she calmed down, you placed your right hand on her calf and your left on the front of her thigh.

She wobbled from your touch, “Wwoahh!!” she nearly falls but her hand grasps your shoulder and the back of your head.

Giggling from her reaction, you teased: how you barely put pressure on her leg.

“… It surprised me okay? I didn’t… Expect… N-Never mind just—” she grew frustrated because of her stutters and growled.

“… Just focus on my leg,”

You smoothed over the momentarily flexed muscles, focusing on every flinch she does. You focused on every twitch, flex, wobble, everything.

They’re so watchful..

“Oh yeah, I need to lotion up your feet— Or, you can do that if you want,” you look up to her eyes.

And caring…

She darts her eyes to your gaze, “Oh— Just do what you need to do,”

“Okay but you might wanna sit on my shoulder or you might lose your balance,”

“… I’d say I would be heavy but you’re pretty strong,”

“I mean I have carried you both at the same time before so yea it’s nothing new,”

Momo sat on your shoulder, giving you the go to work your magic.

Strong too… They amaze me almost every time I see ‘em…

You start to work on the bottom of her feet, putting extra work into the thin skin linked to her legs.

“My ankles always look so dry so I’m going to worry about your ankles too,”

Worrying about me. 

You rub smooth and firm circles into her ankles with your palms, physically ensuring she won’t have to worry about them getting dry anytime soon.

They could be a good chiropractor, or massager… Is that a word?

Running your hands up her leg, you move over to the next and repeat your actions.

You lean on her back once more and smile at her in the mirror.

“Now your legs are alll moisturized!” you gleam.

“Well except for your hips, but you should do that yourself. That’s toooo high for me!!”

They follow my boundaries and know when to stop.

“I’m going to start with your arms now, okay?”

“Ye-Yeah…” 

You’ve snapped her out of thought.

Her arms are soon to be moisturized, though you mainly focus on her hands.

Making sure to get every nook and cranny between her fingers.

You softly place both of her palms towards each other and make them touch.

“… What are you doing..?”

“I have no idea, I just love your hands,”

She blushes, “H-Huh?”

You two went silent, your stare making her nervous.

“May I... Kiss you?” even your own words embarrass you.

Nod.

You let go of her hands and intertwine them behind the dip in her back.

—XOXO

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

“Yeah,”

All three of you are laid on Momo's soft comforter.

She lays on your left, locking your leg with hers, and she’s soon to fall asleep.

.

.

.

“… I knew what you two were doing…”

“I know that. I knew it the whole time,”

Ken flips over to you, surprised you knew about his nosy self.

“H-How?!”

“My 6th sense,” you winked.

He glows red from guilt, embarrassment, and envy— all at once.

Your head tilts, “Mmm.. Are you jealous Ken? I can give you a smooch too if you’d like,”

That night you ended up cuddling with Mokarun, resting comfortably in Momo's bed.

I'm glad I'm done with this now, hope y'all like it ^^

[7s3ven]

FILE LOADING… tf 141 x hacker! reader

pt one

You needed a way to lighten your prison sentence and Task Force needed a hacker who actually knew what they were doing.

It was a win-win situation if it wasn’t for the fact that you always work alone. Teamwork? That was an unheard concept to you.

You, with a criminal record so long it could be used as a blanket. You who came from a mafia family so it’s no wonder such a sweet looking doll ended up in prison for stealing valuable files.

Task Force 141, an elite squad who had no idea how to spend their hefty pay checks. The idea of a special woman in their lives was merely a figment of their imagination until Laswell threw your files down in front of him.

You were young, barely twenty-seven. The tattoo ink decorating your body with feminine designs was a harsh contrast to your background. And when you sneered at the camera, it gave a perfect view of your tongue piercing and gems adorning your teeth.

In short, you were the perfect little thing they could spoil.

“Reaper? Why do they call her that?”

“Because it’s the last name you learn before a bullet pierces your fucking skull. Once she steals your information, there’s no getting it back. And when she shares it with your enemies, you’re a deadman walking.”

[nyxhiems]

(not) so helpless

vampire!poly!141 x primordial vampire!reader.

Idea

status: wip

Content warning

kidnapping, cannibalism (will add more as story progress)

Synopsis

Price knew that you needed to be part of his coven the moment he laid eyes on you. The urge to possess you keeps gnawing at him... so he decided to take you for himself. And that has you wondering why "a young" vampire like Price, decided to kidnap a primordial vampire like yourself.

Chapters

chapter 1: obsession at first sight

chapter 2: a kid with a big ego

chapter 3: no other option

chapter 4: one of us

tbc.

Special Thanks

Special thanks to @skyys-universe who help me beta-read and edited this story.

[your-favourite-space-girl]

Being in a poly relationship with Earthspark! Optimus Prime and Earthspark! Megatron HCs

Before dating(crushing):

At First when they first realised that they were crushing on a human

They'd be in denial

But would occasionally do or say something to get your attention

When Optimus realised he likes you

He didn't think much of it

But became more friendly towards you

Megatron on the other hand

When Megatron first realised that he like you

He'd be in constant denial

But he can't help but get a bit protective of you

And get a bit jealous too

When they both realised their crushing on the same person

They made a agreement that none of them will make a move to avoid one of their feelings getting hurt

But of course there's little flirts here and there but nothing too much

But when there was a Decepticon attack in your home

They finally confessed, afraid of losing you

When you tell them that you like both of them

You guys agreed on a poly relationship

Relationship hcs:

So. Many. Cuddles.

Mostly from Optimus if your in public

But if your in private

Long ass cuddles from the two of them

They would be very protective of you

None of them would be very into PDA

Little kisses here and there, holding hands((?)),

maybe some short cuddle sessions

Bumblebee and the Terrans loving you

And Dot approves

and would occasionally invite you to hang out with her

Megatron loves that you get along with Dot

Both of them also likes how small you are compared to them

[billyhargrovesslut]

My Little Sailors

Imagine: being steve and robins girlfriend and making fun of them every time you visit them at work calling them your 'little sailors' but being punished as soon as you all get home.

[takes1]

poly tamaki/reader/mirio airbnb trip (p.?)

so i got a partner, work and school picked up, and abandoned public writing for a while (2ish years) lmao. no excuses, life happens, I'm sorry for anyone that requested things while i was gone. this started as a passion but turned a little sour after a while. so I'm just posting what i want i think? and i hope people like that enough. i really wanted to post something and break my streak though! i will never not love poly tamaki/mirio so here's a little nugget of a series i want to start

warnings. suggestive, alcohol mentioned, 'teaser' trailer of sorts

details. 267 words. fem!reader, jealous!mirio, secret relationship, best friends to lovers, slowburn? eventual smut

🤍 new series. part ? of airbnb prompt -> description. during a boozy and debaucherous winter airbnb trip with the senior class, feelings amongst friends are revealed and acted upon

more links. my ao3 / my other writings here

"You know where (Y/n) is? She was supposed to..." He peered around Tamaki's shoulder, eyes scanning over some clothes on the dark floor, "--Grab some beers."

Tamaki filled up a little more space in the doorway, leaning in an unnatural manner. His mind was scattered and he stumbled over many phrases. Mirio's heart pounded up to his ears.

"What?" He asked, sizing him up and tilting his head. He, too, leaned on the doorway, unafraid of getting close.

Tamaki spoke up, but remained unable to lie very well, "She's- yeah, she said she was gonna get them a while ago," He shook his head and was done babbling, eyes cast to the hardwood floors.

Mirio tilted his head down more, inches from his warm, partially sticky face.

They were speaking very quietly, but the tension was so thick you could cut the air with a knife.

"Yeah?" He tested, lifting his tone.

"Yeahh," Tamaki sighed with a small, sheepish glance forward.

"Yeah." Mirio sighed back, hand sliding off the door.

For a moment, he lingered, ears reddened with embarrassment and insecurity, and Tamaki's breath stilled for fear he would throw a punch, or a shove. But he knew where his jealousy had gotten him before, how pointless an argument would be, especially if his suspicions were somehow false.

"Okay, bud," He walked away with another disapproving glance, but Tamaki was so busy looking at his feet that he didn't see it.

Mirio didn't even try looking around after that. He went straight to the fridge, picked up 7 beers (5 for everyone else, 2 for himself), and joined the commotion outside once more.

[botanicsoul]

your fics are soo good 😩 i’d like to request pro hero deku and dynamite pining after you and competing for you! in the end they need to learn how to share 😏

YESSSSS you guys give the best ideaaasss🙈 Thank you anony for this amazing request!!

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Sharing Is Caring

Pro Hero Deku x Reader x Pro Hero Dynamight

₊⊹𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

Your wrists are raw from struggling.

The villain—some nobody trying to make a name for himself—has had you tied up in this grimy warehouse for over an hour. Every creak of the floorboards, every shifting shadow, makes your pulse spike. But all you can do is sit there, chest heaving, legs shaking, hoping someone shows up before it’s too late.

You’re not a pro, not even close. Just someone who got caught in the crossfire of a war that never seems to stop. And now you’re bait.

BOOM

The first explosion is so loud you scream. Dust rains from the ceiling. The villain turns, eyes wide, just in time to see a flash of green lightning tear through the wall. And then, he’s flying—slammed into a support beam by a roaring shockwave of One For All.

Deku doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are locked on you.

You’re panting, dazed, eyes wide and tear-filled. Your shirt is torn at the shoulder, a bruise forming on your thigh from where you were thrown earlier.

Deku’s expression shatters. “Oh my god,” he whispers. Bakugou crashes through the other side, feral and wild-eyed. “Deku what the fuck are you—” He sees you. Really sees you. His breath catches.

Everything stops.

The villain groans on the ground. Neither of them moves.

You feel suddenly, intimately exposed—panting, hair a mess, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. And they both just stare, like they’ve been sucker-punched by the sight of you.

It’s Deku who finally rushes forward, falling to his knees beside you. “You’re okay. You’re okay now,” he murmurs, hands trembling as he unties you.

Bakugou crouches next to him, jaw tight. “You let that bastard touch her?” he spits, glaring at Midoriya like it’s his fault.

“She’s safe now,” Deku growls. “That’s what matters.”

You watch them silently. And something shifts. That moment—that heat in their eyes, that breathless tension. You feel it like static in the air.

⸻

After the scene. Numbers were exchanged.

The next month that follows is chaos.

Both of them are constantly checking on you. Midoriya texts you every morning with “Good morning, sunshine” and every night with “Sweet dreams.”

Bakugou drops by randomly to bring food and tell you, “Lock your damn windows,” like it’s your fault anyone could ever hurt you.

But you see it now.

The way their eyes linger. The accidental brushes of their hands. The protective possessiveness that borders on feral.

You like it.

You like it a LOT.

⸻

And now… tonight.

It starts as idle conversation.

They were just getting off a quiet patrol, the streets were unusually calm for a Friday night. Deku walks with his hands in his pockets, boots crunching softly on pavement. Bakugou’s a few steps ahead, tension rolling off him in waves.

Then Midoriya breaks the silence.

“You been by her place lately?” he asks, not looking over.

Bakugou snorts. “Dropped off food two nights ago. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Right.” Midoriya’s jaw tightens. “She texted me the night after. Said she liked the soba I brought.”

Bakugou stops walking. “So you’re keeping score now?”

Deku stops, too. Turns to face him. “I’m just saying… maybe we should stop dancing around it.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“She’s not a prize to be won,” Deku says carefully. “But we’ve been tiptoeing for weeks, and honestly? I don’t think it’s fair to keep dragging her into this.”

There’s a long pause.

Bakugou looks away, teeth clenched. “So what. We just ask her? See who she picks?”

Deku nods slowly. “Yeah. We let her decide. No more games.”

Another beat of silence. Their eyes lock. Then both of them, at the exact same time—bolt.

Bakugou explodes forward with a roar, palms crackling with blasts. “NOT LETTING YOU GET THERE FIRST!”

Green lightning arcs down Deku’s legs as he surges ahead. “Then you better keep up, Kacchan!”

They tear through the city—two top heroes, absolutely unhinged, practically neck-and-neck as they race toward the same apartment. Pedestrians dive out of the way. Streetlights flicker. Somewhere, a bystander screams, “ARE THEY FIGHTING?!”

And in your apartment?

You’re curled up in that same oversized tee, debating if you should go to bed early.

BOOM. BOOM.

Two frantic knocks. You open the door—Midoriya, out of breath, flushed, clearly having just sprinted across half the city.

“I—” He wheezes, hand braced on your doorframe. “Wanted to talk.”

Before you can even react, Bakugou stalks down the hallway. “Tch. Always gotta be first, huh, Deku?” Bakugou shoves past him. “We need to talk.”

They step inside. The tension is thick.

You blink at them. “Did… you guys run here?”

Neither of them answers. They start arguing. Louder. Closer.

“She doesn’t need your fake-ass charm—”

“Better than your damn temper!”

“You’re all talk”

“AT LEAST I TALK TO HER!”

“You lay a finger on her without knowing what she really wants, I’ll break your fuckin’ fingers.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to watch her beg for me with one hand.”

You groan and throw your hands up.

And that’s when you say it. “CAN YOU BOTH JUST FUCK ME ALREADY?!”

Silence.

Their mouths hang open. They look at you like you just sprouted wings and slapped them both across the face.

You step back toward the bedroom, eyes dark, voice low. “Either come prove who’s better—or figure out how to share.”

You disappear down the hallway.

They both slowly turn to each other—still processing what you said before running down the hall to follow you.

⸻

The bedroom door slams shut behind them.

Midoriya’s on you first, hands cupping your face as he kisses you hard—desperate, almost panicked. His lips are soft, his tongue gentle at first, but growing hungrier by the second.

Then Bakugou grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him from behind.

“Fucking hell,” he growls against your neck. “You’ve been playing us.”

You whimper. “You’ve been teasing me.”

Midoriya’s hand slips beneath your shirt, calloused fingers sliding over your stomach, your ribs. “You don’t know what you do to us,” he whispers, voice rough.

Bakugou’s hands are already under your shorts, gripping your thighs, kneading your ass. “We should ruin you for anyone else.”

You gasp as your shirt is pulled over your head, and your bra is unclasped by two sets of hands—rushed, greedy.

“Let her lie down,” Deku breathes. “I wanna see her.”

They practically carry you to the bed.

Bakugou strips fast and shameless, cock already hard, flushed, thick. Deku’s not far behind—his boxers tented, the outline of him making your mouth water.

You lie back, eyes wide, heart pounding as they look down at you.

Deku kneels between your legs, spreading them slowly. “So wet already,” he murmurs, biting his lip. “Were you hoping we’d fight over you?”

You nod breathlessly. “Wanted both of you.”

Bakugou kneels beside you, one hand gripping your jaw. “Then you’re gonna get both of us. But don’t think we’re gonna go easy on you.”

You’re laid out like something divine—bare and spread open on the sheets, legs trembling already, and they haven’t even touched you properly yet.

Deku’s mouth is between your thighs first. You barely register the way his fingers dig into your hips because his tongue is doing something wicked—slow, careful circles around your clit, every flick laced with purpose.

“You taste so sweet,” he groans into you, voice already shaky. “I could do this all night.”

“You won’t,” Bakugou snaps, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. “She’s not just yours to tease.”

He leans in and kisses you—hard. His tongue licks into your mouth with possessive heat, his hand sliding up your chest, fingers tweaking your nipple until you whimper against him.

You arch up, caught in between them, drowning in the contrast.

Midoriya’s still focused between your legs, eyes fluttering as he eats you out like it’s his personal mission, one hand moving to tease at your entrance.

“You’re clenching already,” he whispers, sliding one thick finger in. “She’s so tight—fuck, Kacchan.”

“Move,” Bakugou growls. “Let me in.”

Deku gives a final kiss to your thigh, then pulls back, eyes dark and hungry. Bakugou immediately takes his place, crawling between your legs and grabbing your hips like he’s starving.

“I’m not being gentle,” he warns.

You bite your lip. “Good.” That’s all he needs.

He presses the thick head of his cock to your soaked entrance, and in one slow, brutal thrust, he sinks in. You scream—back arching off the bed as the stretch steals your breath.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he snarls. “You’re tight enough to crush me.”

He starts slamming into you—deep, punishing strokes that hit something devastating inside you. He pins your thighs back, leaning forward, lips brushing your ear.

“You like being split open like this? While Deku watches?”

You moan, eyes rolling back.

Deku’s kneeling beside you now, cock in his hand, slowly stroking as he watches Bakugou ruin you.

“She looks so pretty like this,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss you again—so soft it makes your heart ache. “Think she can handle both?”

Bakugou lets out a broken laugh. “She’s gonna have to.” He pulls out suddenly, leaving you aching, empty—but only for a moment.

Midoriya takes his place, whispering “I’ll be gentle” as he presses inside. He’s big—thicker at the base, stretching you differently. But instead of pounding into you, he starts slow, rocking his hips with teasing precision.

“You feel so good,” he groans. “Like you were made for us.”

You’re crying out now—shaking, overwhelmed.

Bakugou moves behind you, lifting you slightly. “You can take more.”

Then you feel it—his cock pressing to your other hole. Your breath catches. “W-Wait—”

“We’ll go slow,” Midoriya soothes, kissing your throat. “Promise.”

They move together—slow, stretching you open, holding you in place, kissing your tears and gripping your thighs until you’re full in every way.

Two cocks, two sets of hands, two voices—one gentle, one rough, both obsessed.

You’ve never felt so worshipped and destroyed at the same time. They’re moaning now, losing rhythm, each trying to make you fall apart first.

“Come on, baby,” Midoriya pants, thrusts growing frantic. “Wanna feel you cum all over us.”

“Fuckin’ cum,” Bakugou snarls, hand wrapping around your throat. “Show us who owns you.”

You do. Loudly.

Your orgasm hits like a truck—shaking, twitching, screaming their names as they fuck you through it. You swear your vision blacks out for a second.

You feel them follow—Deku’s moan is breathless and broken, burying himself deep with a shudder. Bakugou curses through his teeth, slamming in one final time before he lets go inside you with a growl.

⸻

You’re wrecked.

Limp, trembling, stuffed full of their cum and barely able to breathe. They collapse beside you, sweat-drenched and dazed, one on each side.

Silence.

Then Bakugou grumbles, “…You’re lucky she wanted both of us.”

Deku chuckles softly, brushing your hair off your cheek. “Yeah. Lucky.”

You just smile, eyes fluttering shut as they both pull you into their arms—Bakugou’s hand on your thigh, Deku’s lips on your forehead.

Maybe heroes can share, after all.

₊⊹𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

[sailorwritesstuff]

Poly curse breakers brain rot.

Theres so many of you you're practically a friend group/roommates who kiss and sometimes talk about a pet dog. (Or human child. Penny would like a human child.)

The place you stay in is small for the amount of people. 3 bed rooms 2 bath.

Charlie has his own because of how loud he snores and his work schedule is basically dawn to dinner. which leaves the 5 of you scattered between the two other rooms.

The Biggest room is MC, Rowan, and Talbott because they're both clingy and attached to mc. Rowan is Trauma bonded and has a little separation anxiety after being together 24 seven for the last 9 years of life. And Talbott has imprinted like a little bird.

Chiara and Penny get the other room and it smells faintly of rain, lavender, vanilla, exotic plants and potion ingredients at all times. Very homey and Hufflepuffy.

Despite all of the efforts to make sure that everyone has their own space. everyone more often than not ends up in the biggest bed (Charlie's) cuddle piled tangled in each other as the broad shouldered ginger roars like a dragon in his sleep.

Chiara likes to knit gifts (the muggle way) in her free time. Scarves, gloves, and cute little sweaters (not for charlie. never a sweater for Charlie)

Penny brews Chiara's monthly potions and let's Reader help most times.

Talbott isn't super affectionate and sometimes with accidentally refer to his partners by their entire first and last legal name. "Thank you, Chiara Lobosca. I appreciate it."

Darling. He meant to say darling.

Seeing as Penny is the only one who knows anything about the muggle world sometimes she'll take you guys to new places (museums, bowling, the movies. Usual date night things)

The lot of you avoid Molly Weasley like the plague. While she was...sweet during your Hogwarts years she was always particularly pushy when things weren't "traditional" (read as: like her marriage)

She sends letters to talk with Charlie to see how he's been occasionally she asks about you. "How's your friend dear, the one from Christmas? With the....brother."

Talbott plays piano

And Penny plays guitar

Both musical gifted

They'll play for you, just ask.

[myfictionaldreams]

⁀➷ Beneath the Bubbles // Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

Summary: A playful bet between her three boyfriends turns an innocent pool day with friends into a secret game of distraction, control, and quiet desperation—and she has no idea she’s the prize.

Requested by: @fictionalgoddess -- thank you so so much for this request! I absolutely loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom marauders, sub reader, big dick!Remus (!!), public sex, cockwarming, praise kink, teasing, size kink (!), dirty talk

Words: 3.1k

my masterlist 📚 AO3 Link

The bag sitting by your family's fireplace had been packed and ready for days. It had also been packed and repacked multiple times to help pass the time.

“Why so glum, love? Only another ten minutes.”

You tried to fake a smile as you stared down at the two-way mirror in your hand, staring at Sirius's relaxed expression. He was lying in bed, arm behind his head, and hair curling over his forehead. The mirror was a creation of Sirius and James. It was used initially to talk while Sirius was home with his hellish parents; however, now that he was living at the Potter mansion, you were the safe keeper of the mirror.

It had been great over the last couple of days when missing your boyfriends, though Remus’ face was still one that you needed to see, missing the sound of his calming voice.

Now, you were becoming unsettled. You wanted to be in their arms, smell their bodies, and feel the warmth of their skin rubbing against yours.

“Ten minutes is a long time,” you explain with a defeated tone, shoulders hunching over from where you’re waiting on your sofa.

“Aww Darling, I know it is. But it’ll be worth it, and we’ve got to make sure Moony gets here first so you both don’t clash in the floo network. I don’t want to risk  your pretty little head.”

“Hmm.”

You’re being grumpy, but really, you’re excited. Seven days seems like such a short amount of time to be away from your boyfriends in the grand scheme of things, but having been at Hogwarts for months, waking in their arms, constantly being attached to one of them, it was easy to fall into a comfortable routine. 

Sleep had been difficult to come by, and the amount of masturbating you’d been doing was probably unhealthy. But once again, you were going to put it down to the fact that you’d been having sex with three men daily, and now, you had a large appetite for all things pleasurable.

“PADS HURRY UP! MOONY IS HERE!” came the distant shout of James in the background, where Sirius was.

“Coming!” he shouts with a handsome grin, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he sits up on his bed. “See, I told you it wouldn’t take long, Darling. Safe travels, see you in a couple of minutes. Say hi to your parents for me.”

“Will do! See you soon!” you say with rejuvenated motivation. Rushing from the sofa, you say your goodbyes to your parents and collect the bag you’d been staring at for too long.

You’ve barely had the chance to step out of the green flames in the Potter’s dining room before you are wrapped in a blur of bronze skin, wild hair and frantic voices.

James was the first to tackle-hug you, arms circling your waist as he picks you up and spins in a circle as you cling to his neck. “You’re here! Finally!”

You laughed even as your feet planted back onto the floor again, only to be pulled away by Sirius, who practically buried his face into your neck, fingers digging into the back of your shirt as your hands moved into his hair. “A week without you? Torture, Honey. I almost set fire to the Potters’ kitchen again to feel something.”

“I thought you said seven days wasn’t that long!” you exclaim, looking back into his pouting face.

“Fine, I lied. I missed you every single second. " With a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, he finally releases you to allow the tallest Marauder his reunion.

Remus steps forward, calmer as always compared to James and Sirius, but you could see in his eyes how they softened when he looked you over. His jaw had a subtle clench like he’d been holding something in all week. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped up, taking your face carefully in his big hands, and kissed you slowly, steadily, and so full of longing that your knees nearly gave out.

“Hi,” you whisper as he pulls back, in a daze and breathless.

“Hi, love.”

When I was back with them, everything fell back into place—the laughter, the comfort, the safety. It was just right. However, James’ parents were only away for the weekend, so the four of you took the opportunity of an empty, beautiful home to host a little gathering with your friends.

An hour later, the mansion is buzzing with life. Lily and Marlene have brought drinks, Dorcas, Mary, and Alice are setting up the music on the back patio, and Frank has thrown pool floaties everywhere.

James’ parents' house was always breathtakingly beautiful, no matter how many times you visited. Despite its size, it still felt homely, thanks to Mrs Potter’s effort. The garden was really the prize, though, with freshly cut green grass that spread for acres, surrounded by a thick forest. More towards the house is a sizeable pool, with a hot tub to one side that bubbled away and the patio that stretched the width of the house.

You were lounging in one of James’ quidditch shirts, your bikini underneath, leaning against Sirius on a pool chair while he ran his fingers up and down your arm. Remus sat beside the two of you with a book, one hand always resting on your thigh, which was pulled into his lap.

James, meanwhile, had energy to burn. He was shirtless and loud, tossing a quaffle with Frank, and flexing his arms and abs every time he caught your admiring eye.

“I’ve decided”, James announces loudly, making sure he’s heard over the music, grinning. “I’m the hottest person here.”

“Not even close, “Sirius deadpanned, leaning over to take a sip from your drink. “Look at this face.” He points at his own smug expression.

“Look at her face, “Remus interrupts, not looking up from his book. “Much better view.”

Your face warms immediately as you pull your shirt collar up to hide your face, and the others laugh at your embarrassed response.

Hours later, after the shared butterbeer, a failed BBQ attempt ends with charred food and pizzas ordered instead. Everyone is having a good time, catching up on each other's summers, giggling, laughing, and singing. The sun has since set, which means that the floating orange lights gently illuminate the back garden with the help of the now roaring fire. It’s a memorable evening with friends.

You didn’t think twice as Remus began to pull on your clasped hand, dragging your body towards the hot tub portion of the pool.

“We’ll only be a minute”, Remus calls over his shoulder to where the others were dancing around the fire. “She’s cold.”

You thought it was an odd excuse considering that Remus had perfectly kept you warm as you rested in his arms, laughing at your friends, but you went along with him, glad to have some quiet time with him.

After removing James’ shirt from your body, Remus helps you into the warm, bubbling water. The water was surprisingly loud, and you struggled to hear your friends even if they were only a couple of meters away. Remus then eases himself in, sitting on the bench in the tub, pulling your body into his lap.

Sighing into the touch, your fingers dig into his forearms, which curl against your waist as his chin rests against your shoulder. It was calm and serene, and you could still smell his aftershave over the chlorine.

The dainty touch of his lips against your shoulder causes a full-body shimmer, despite not being cold. Remus smiles against your skin, moving further up the slope of your neck as you tilt your face towards him.

Your noses brush together as you tune his arms. You lean in to close the final distance, but he holds himself back. “I want you to keep looking in the direction of our friends. Do you think you can do that?”

Biting your lip, you hum in response, turning back to your friends. You notice Sirius and James moving animatedly now, whilst the others are resting on the seats surrounding the fire.

“I missed you,” Remus speaks into your ear, his voice just above a whisper so that you could hear over the noise of the hot tub machine. “I’ve missed your voice, your smell, those little giggles when you’re embarrassed. It feels like I’ve been lost with you.”

The words had emotions soon rising as you wiggle in his lap, trying to hold onto him tighter, needing to feel his entire body on yours.

With one arm still secured around your waist, the other moved to the inside of your knee, helping each of your legs onto the outside of his thighs so that when he stretched out, your legs spread, upper body slumping back against his chest until the waterline hovered up to your collarbones.

“And I know you’ve missed us, haven’t you? Sirius told me about your late-night chats, my poor needy girl,” Remus continues, his lips hovering by the shell of your ear. Your body shivers once more for an entirely different reason now as you think back to those nights when Sirius had talked you through touching yourself using the two-way mirror.

“Tell me, Sweetheart, do you want me to look after you? I think you’ve been patient enough these last seven days. Let me help you.”

Swallowing hard, you nod.

“Use your words, Love.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You;d expected his fingers, maybe some teasing strokes–but what you didn’t expect was the way he shifted beneath you, the slow grind of his hips, the subtle press of his hard cock beneath the water.

“Remus,” you breathe, eyes darting toward your friends. Laughter. Singing. James is yelling about rules in a game whilst Sirius attempts to do a cartwheel dangerously close to the fire.

No one was looking.

And Remus was easing his shorts lower on his hips.

The bubbling water distorted the view so if anyone did look over, they wouldn’t necessarily see that his swim shorts were just pulled down enough that his cock was freed.

“Got to stay nice and still for me, can you do that?” Remus encouraged as his fingers ghost along the seam of your bikini bottoms.

“Yes, sir.”

The rush of water against your bare pussy was comforting for a moment. Then Remus’s bare cock is sliding between your thighs. Thick. Hot. Heavy.

And so fucking big.

Remus hears your quick breath as his thumb brushes comfortingly against your side. “I know,” he said softly, already moving your hips so that he’s able to press the tip of his cock to your clenching hole. “I know how much it hurts, baby. You always need a minute to take me.”

Because he was he biggest, Sirius may be the wildest. James might be the loudest. But Remus? The man was obscene.

He was the one who went last when you were all intimate together, had to go last, because you’d be too sore for anyone else after. You swore it didn’t even make sense how he fit, how he stretched you so wide you were surely the evidence of his cock would bulging your tummy.

And now, with your friends just a few feet away, he was sliding inside you.

Slowly. Deeply. Until your walls burn, clenching in a way that makes it feel like your body was trying to push him out of you because it was just too much.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into his arms as your eyes flutter close, legs moving to shut on instinct, but his thighs keep them open.

“You can take it,” he encouraged, kissing your cheek sweetly. “You always do. Just sit pretty, Sweetheart. That’s it. Take every inch for me. Keep those eyes open for me, nice and quiet.”

Your eyes widened as you looked back towards your friend, now able to hear Sirius and James shouting at their friends jokingly.

You couldn’t move. Not with the stretch, the perfect and devastating stretch, pinning you open, gaping, holding you still.

Remus didn’t thrust. Didn’t pump his hips, just simply stayed inside of you. Deep and full. And already you were aching.

“You’re stuffed so tight, huh? Squeezing my cock like it’s your lifeline, Love. Bet they’d all know if they looked over what’s inside of you, there’s no hiding that pretty little face when you’ve just been fucked.”

Remus, as passive and laidback as he was with most day-to-day activities, was in charge of sex and relationships. Whether it was with you, Sirius, or James, he was the leader, giving orders, making sure you’re all in the right headspace to keep going, and that aftercare was enough.

It was difficult staying still, staying quiet. Even if you weren’t sure that you’d have the energy to move up and down on his big cock, even just not squirming in his hold was difficult to do.

Seemingly reading your mind, Remus speaks firmly, “I’m not going to fuck you, I don’t want to break you, Love. I just want to reward you. I’ve missed being inside of you. So that’s what we’re going to do. With all of our friends just over there, we are going to sit here, me inside you, nice and deep, whilst you get all wet and desperate for me.”

You were already ruined, needy, clenching repeatedly around the thickest cock you’d ever taken.

“Look at you, taking all of me without making noise. I’m so proud of you.”

Those praises had you feeling lighter, like your body was made of clouds, ready to float away.

“JAMES, YOU CANNOT THROW A BEER AT ME MID-BACKFLIP–”

“OH I ABSOLUTELY CAN SIRIUS–LOOK MARLENE, WATCH THIS!-”

Your boyfriends were being obnoxiously loud, caputinrg your friends attention and you’re so fucking thankful for this.

Warming his cock with your pussy, you eventually run out of energy, slumping further back in his hold. To anyone else, it would look like you’re falling asleep in his arms, but Remus knew it was because you were exhausted from teetering on the edge of orgasm for so long.

You were too full, too hot, too aware of Remus pulsing inside you, his cock thick and unmoving, buried to the hilt. Every breath, little shift, made you clench down violently in a helpless reaction.

He knew you were balancing on that very limit. Your thighs were trembling non stop, the fierce dig of your nails calming but only because your energy was directed to your cunt, to the muscles that were pulsing and clenching around his dick.

“Please,” you finally whimpered, tilting your head to lean back against his shoulder, face nuzzling into his neck. “Remus, sir, I can’t-”

“You can”, he gently rubs soft circles along your stomach. “You’ve been doing so well. You just need a little push, don’t you?”

You nod desperately, never having been so wound up before in your life. 

Then you felt it, his fingers dipping between your thighs, resting heavily against your clit. There was hardly any movement, just a subtle nudge, but it was enough to send you flying.

You choked on a gasp, biting on the inside of your cheek painfully. The orgasm was blinding, hot, your body quaking and clenching down. Your breath stuttered, your orgasm rolling through you like a slow, devastating tide with each squeeze of your internal muscles. 

“Good girl, my best girl. There it is. Let it out, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your head is spinning by the time you can catch your breath. The ache between your legs now from the emptiness as Remus eases out, having found his quiet release whilst you were holding on for dear life.

The others were still laughing, loud and clueless as Remus readjusted both of your swim suits.

Later, when you are wrapped in a fluffy towel, cuddled against the patio sofa with your cheeks still hot to the touch and legs wobbling. James plopped beside you, arm curving around your shoulder until you’re pulled against his chest.

“You good, baby?” he asks casually, giving you a comforting squeeze.

Tilting your face up to stare at his, you answer, “Y-Yeah.”

Irius sat on your other side, his hand resting on your thigh, grinning like he could see into your soul. “You looked like you saw Merlin himself over there.”

Your eyes widened. “I- what?”

“You came, baby”, Sirius said with a low, teasing laugh. “We saw.”

Your face lit up in horror, but before you could bolt, assuming that it meant that all of your friends saw the same thing, James reached out and gently tugged your towel tighter around you.

“Relax,” he cooed. “They didn’t notice. Not the way we did.”

Remus walks up just in time, handing you a bottle of water and a couple of blocks of chocolate.

“You said no one would notice,” you hiss with embarrassment.

Remus squats down, smirking before kissing your head. “They didn’t.”

“But they did,” you say, nodding your head towards James and Sirius on either side of you.

“Oh, Darling,” Sirius purrs, squeezing his arm under your knees and pulling your body into his lap. “How could we not?”

“You were absolutely fucked out,” James teases, moving closer to your back that now faced him. “All dazed, little pout on your lips, still clenching your thighs together like you are trying to hold him in.”

“And let’s be honest, only Remus’ cock could do that to you. Our girl always looks ruined after he’s been inside her.” Sirius kisses your temple as his arms tighten around you.

“You’re not the only one who needs comfort after him,” James adds with a wicked grin.

“Oh my god,” you groan, hiding your face in Sirius’ shoulder.

“Don’t listen to their teasing, Love. You were perfect,” Remus reassured.

You peek at him through your lashes. But James’ cheeky face pops into your eyesight as he leans over your shoulder. “Okay, so small confession time.”

Sirius chuckles as Remus rolls his eyes. “There was a bet. Remus had to make you cum without anyone noticing, so me and Sirius helped to keep the others distracted.”

Your jaw dropped, “You what?”

“You won,” Sirius said proudly. “You were so good for him, Darling. Took him so deep, didn’t even move. And then when you had to hide your face as you were cumming, just beautiful!”

“I hate you all,” you declare into Sirius’ chest, where you were hiding your face.

“Do you though?” Remus asks as his hand massages your thigh. “You looked very happy sitting on my cock.”

Your face feels impossibly hot, but you don’t move from Sirius’s lap. You just sigh softly as one of them kisses your forehead.

“Love you,” James murmurs as he leans against your shoulder.

“Love you too.” Because even if they were smug little shits, you were happy and content being in their arms.

[hyperfixationhobo]

Sylus: “Hate to break it to you kitten, but I don’t think we’ll be finished decorating by the time Caleb returns.”

MC: “Caleb is always a little bit late, I think we have a bit more time.”

Caleb: “Hey guys, I’m back!”

Rafayel: “…shit.”

MC: “Of course this is the one time he’s actually punctual.”

Xavier: “What do we do? He’ll see the decorations.”

Zayne: “Hey Caleb, can you pass me my glasses? I left them near the front door.”

Caleb: “No.” *Grabs Zayne’s glasses and hands them to him.*

Zayne: “Good boy.”

Caleb: “…”

Caleb.exe has stopped working

Zayne: “Ok we got about 30 minutes before his brain reboots and he’s able to think again. Let’s finish decorating.”

Sylus: “What just happened?”

MC: “Caleb always short circuits when he’s called a good boy.”

Sylus: “…noted.”

[donutz]

❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc) Mokarun x reader // Pt 1

| Sleepover with Momo, Takakura, ‘n you! Pt 1; Pt 2

Warnings: Fluff!! Cuteness, plenty of physical affection/some words of affirmation, body appreciation(Momo and Okarun receiving), very loving reader(an absolute sweetheart), flustered Momo and Okarun// This part mainly focuses on Okarun, the other will be about Momo!! This fanfic is recommended in light mode because both(Mokarun's) names are quite dark (^_^;)

“So, do you wanna come over to my house, my granny wouldn’t mind at all. She’s like— super chill with guests,” Momo's hands were dug into the pockets of her night sky-like sweater, avoiding your gaze with a light blush littered across her face.

The sudden interruption of silence caused Okarun to flinch, making him quickly turn his head to the left, “.. What—”

“Yea sur-”

Adjusting his glasses, he looks at you but then almost immediately looks away when you two make eye contact.

“Oh, mh.. sorry,” he shrinks, turning his head farther, maybe even to the point where he’s looking over his shoulder. He grips the back of his neck while rubbing his fingers over his smooth skin.

Your hand lifts moving side to side, indicating that— 

“It’s fine, I actually kinda interrupted you because you spoke first. So— my bad on my part,” visible cold air puffs from the heat of your mouth while you speak, drawing more attention to that beautiful smile. It’s almost like Okarun could feel your warm aura even when looking away.

It isn’t like Okarun could deny that you interrupted him, even if it was just a millisecond before.

Momo chimes in, seeking your attention.

“Oh well Okarun's at my house all the time, so it’s nothin’ new,”

Your eyebrows raise, a surprised yet nonchalant expression rests on your face. 

“Really?”

She looks away slyly, her earrings jingling along with her head movement.

"Yeah" she breathes out, “It’s almost like he lives with me,”

Silence falls upon all as you look up at the sky. Looking at every individual star spotting the navy-violet view. Connecting some, quite a few look similar to shapes. 

“Star…” you unknowingly whispered.

Did I really just say that out loud? That’s totes cringe man…

The thought popping into your head makes you cringe, mentally and physically.

I’m such a nerd.

Smiling to your thoughts, too busy in your own world you didn’t notice the two pairs of eyes staring at you. Eyes looking from the top of your hair down to what shoes you wore.

Now realizing the world around you, you can feel their stares. Commenting on it would be an instant response, but you didn’t want to seem cocky. Though your peripheral view gives you truthful evidence that they are staring at you.

“… I can feel you guys staring at me,”

“Yea I knew you’d say that…”

“Sorry! I uhh…”

.

.

.

“So you gonna sleep over or what?”

“Oh? I thought I was just gonna stay there for a few hours?”

She slouches; turning to you with a face full of blush and a caught expression, with furrowed eyebrows of course.

“Yeah but I changed my mind! So are you gonna come over or not?!”

You chuckle, looking down at the floor.

“Yea I’ll come over. I don’t have extra clothes though. Can I borrow yours?”

“Mmnahhh, I’ll give you some clothes in the attic,” she jokingly waves you off.

“… You don’t have an attic,”

“I’m joking, stupid,”

“I already knew you were,”

“…”

“Stupid,”

/////

Whether you borrowed her clothes or not— and if you didn’t then you got some from Okarun— you ended up at her house.

You’re very welcome in Momo's house, perhaps you are the favorite ‘grandchild’.

“Yea, you’re mature and also better than I ever could be when I was a kid” — Granny Seiko

Sitting at the table with Mokarun, Ms. Seiko, and Granny Turbo; crushed food is digested inside of your body, legs folded under your upper half. Back straight, slouching every now and then, you were a great example of what Mokarun wanted to be.

Beautiful.

Ms. Seiko was (slightly)surprised at how quiet it was. When you’re around that is.

Whenever everyone is at the table— excluding you— there’s always a loud voice included in an argument. But vice versa it’s like your presence is magic.

Granny Turbo is sitting next to you, actually eating instead of bothering Okarun. Speaking of the alien expert, he’s focused on the slices of fish, small plates of sauces and whatnot. 

Well— he’s mainly focused. 

It’s just really hard to not stare at you, when you look so—

So—

Ugh.

He can’t explain it.

Neither can Momo.

You just have this outstanding effect on them.

Licking your top lip, you announce the now-finished plates sitting on the table in front of you.

“Yea I’m— done too!!”

Momo flaps down her halfway-finished dishes on the beige wooden surface. She marches over to the stairs with a reddened face— though you’re not sure why— stomping up the steps.

Takakura wanted to join you two in the “finished plates club”, but he was still hungry.

He lifts his head with urgency, “Uh-”

“Mm..” he slowly drops his head down to the dishes.

Turbo and Seiko both look at each other, knowing what’s going on.

Momo wants some alone time with you, Okarun wants the same, though— he can’t.

You are completely unaware of what’s happening and want to clean your plates ‘n bowls.

Waving you off with her hand Ms. Seiko says it’s fine.

Soon enough Okarun is left alone at the table with two knowledgeable grannies.

“You know.. It’s obvious you want some alone time with yer bae,” Ms. Seiko states.

“What—!!”

/////

A cold hand grasps the back of yours. The other chilled hand was busy brushing Momo's teeth. She looked in the mirror, watching you while you watched her.

“I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself, beautiful,” you smiled, analyzing her facial features.

She grunts, then spits out the toothpaste, and rinses her mouth.

Leaning back into her original position, she looks away from you.

“You need to stop with yer damn charm… It’s pissing me off!!”

“Mm? What charm? I’m just admiring my outstanding girlfriend taking care of herself,”

“Stop!!!”

You hug her even closer, laying your head on hers. Moving your head, again, cupping your chin into the pit between her neck and shoulder. Getting a whiff of dirt and the outside, you cringe(with kindness), backing away from Momo.

“Um.. Did you take a shower?”

“Uh— you sayin’ I stink or somethin’?” she questions, her voice coming out as raspy. Her face shows the most obvious scowl, irritated and embarrassed.

“Well I can mainly smell the dirt that floats in the air. I don’t think it’s you,” you smile(scared, honestly) with cupped hands behind your back, looking away and stepping farther.

“… Get out,”

“I was starting on that,”

While Momo was showering, though you’d love to take a shower too, you were waiting in her room. You let out a sigh of boredom, “Mm.. Where’s Ken? Miss ‘em.. Mm…”

The sound of light footsteps increases, your eyes darting to the open door, ajar to the hallway. Jumping up from Momo's bed, your face brightens with joy.

You knew who it was.

Rushing out of the room, you engulf Ken. 

“Ah! Oh…” his back arches from your tight hold. He rests his head on your shoulder, hugging you back.

“I was just thinking about you!” picking him up he lets out a squeal; then securing him in your hold while returning to Momo’s room.

“Kiss me ‘karun… I need your affectionnn..” going face to face— still holding him—  you needily whine to your boyfriend.

“I— Um well..” laying him on her bed, you sit above him(hovering).

“Oh, maybe you shouldn’t be on her bed in your school clothes. Can you change into your ‘Momo's house clothes’?”

“Yea.. I-I guess that’s a good idea,” he inches away from your gaze. He’s always so nervous around you.

He gets up from the bed, changing into his clothes. Of course, you’re looking away.

“O-ohkay I’m done,” he crawls on the bed, not knowing what to do.

You glance over to his arms, remembering that he’s been working out lately.

With raised eyebrows you ask if you can feel his muscles. Agreeing to it, he lets you trace over his shoulders, deltoids, biceps, and other arm anatomy names…

You fall silent as you observe his body, astonished. Sure, he doesn’t have big muscles— but he’s been working out for you.

And Momo.

“So.. You’ve been working out for us huh?”

Okarun responds with zero stutters, his ego being boosted just a bit. Though it doesn’t mean his (face)cheeks aren’t flushed. 

“… I’ve been wanting to work out for a while now. Thinking of saving the both of you without being— basically treated like a baby— is amazing to me! Or— not amazing, it just seems like a really good idea,”

You head lifts when hearing him saying that he gets treated like a baby.

“We don’t treat you like a baby,” confusion laced your voice.

“I think you think we’re treating you like a baby. But we’re not,”

You two make eye contact,

“It’s called ‘working together’” you smiled, mouthing each syllable.

“I’m not saying I don’t like your muscles though. They’re super cool,” going back to outlining his muscles, you praise him.

“Your slightly bigger arms show your progress in working out, which is cute to me because I already know why you are,”

His shirt lifts by your hands just enough to show his abs.

“Plus, I can see packs forming on your stomach,” light pressure is put on each slab.

Slight glances are viewing into his eyes every now and then, searching for discomfort.

You make a noise of content, “You make me smile so much, Ken. ‘M so proud of you,”

This fanfic got me smiling I'm ngl.

[k4ntg3tw0rs3]

One must imagine..~

A Simon x Betty x Guardian Time-Traveler!Reader

(A/N: the voices won guys)

no no No No No NO NO NO! AGAIN?! HOW COULD YOU HAVE FAILED AGAIN?!

once again. Simon moved on, Betty finally saving her love. This wasn't how its supposed to go.

you reverse hands on a clock, things move in reverse, buildings reforming, people fixing. Your used to it by now.

Betty sees Simon. Perfect.

you kept them safe. Protected. But at the cost of your own life. your bound to your loves for eternity, but at what cost? they do not know you, they can not see you, they can not touch you. Its agony. But a comfortable agony.

Again. Your perfect story keeps being messed up. Ruined. You cant find the exact moment and this frustrates you to no end. Your done. You find your way to Prismo, Finally knowing your wish, that you had been sitting on for a long. long time.

You call out his name.

"Huh?"

You know your wish.

You tell him.

"You sure thats what you want?"

you nod.

"fine then"

You black out, and awaken in a bed.

Note on top of your chest.

"Be careful, don't mess this up."

(A/N: WOOOOOO)

[devil-in-hiding]

the men finding farmer!reader awake earlier than you usually are one morning, scribbling in a little notebook at the kitchen table, eyes darting between your words and the calendar on the wall

“good morning, there’s tea on the stove and toast on the counter.” you greet, voice soft and tired and Price rolls his eyes.

(once you start warming up to them and allowing them to help more, they grill you about working yourself to exhaustion)

“Thought you promised to take it easy this morning.” He mutters, giving Grimes a scratch behind the ears as he goes to grab a mug. He feels Ghost squeeze by behind him, hands warm on his lower back as he pours his tea.

“I’m making a schedule Price.” You yawn, shooing Soap away he tries to snatch the last bite of eggs of your plate. “Hey!” You snap, slapping his hand. Soap looks at you as though you beat him. “Not even a little bite?”

“Make your own, you don’t even like my eggs-“

“Aye! All I said that mornin’ was they was runny!” He whines, and Ghost lightly shoves him away, stealing the seat closest to you.

“What kind of schedule hm?” He questions, trying to peer down at the paper.

“Breeding season.”

Gaz chokes on a piece of toast, Soap slapping his back quickly. Ghost’s fork clatters back onto his plate and Price freezes, only to curse when scalding tea cascades over the side of his mug and down his hand.

You watch, brow raised, as they compose themselves.

“Breeding season?” Soap asks weakly, voice tight and you look between them, tilting your head.

“Yeah…? For the animals…?” You say slowly, and they let out a synchronised groan, Price running a hand over his face.

“Christ love, learn how to phrase shit yeah?”

“What? What do you mean? It’s breeding season!”

“Lass please-“

[ghoulishfrk]

PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Matt x Reader x Mello | None! | ~ .5K words 〙

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ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: Repost from my og account. This one was requested

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You worried about Matt and Mello a lot. It was obvious to anyone that their habits were barely healthy and that they’d probably be dead already if someone hadn’t been there to help them. Matt was extremely cocky and laid back, which often led to mistakes, while Mello had a rather short temper and hated having people questioning him.

But right now, all you cared about was going to bed. You had been up for days having to plan with Matt and Mello and having to deal with everyone. At this point, you were sure you’d snap if something bad happened. Mello sat on the sofa to your left reading something while eating chocolate while Matt sat by your right playing one of his games and chewing on tobacco.

“I’m heading off to bed now.” You said while organizing the papers strewn over the table into a nice pile.

“Alright, goodnight Y/N,” Matt replied without looking up from his game. Mello just let out a hum of acknowledgment while he kept reading. You then left off to your room with your stuff.

Once in your room, you dropped everything on your table and changed into your sleepwear. You then lay in bed and drifted off to sleep.

During your sleep, you felt something nudging you and then laying next to you. You let out a quiet groan as you slowly opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was a head of brown hair. Once your brain woke up, you processed that Matt was laying on your bed and hugging your waist while his head lay on your chest. You let out a silent chuckle, to which Matt dug his head deeper into your chest. You ran your fingers through his head then laidlaid a kiss on the top of it.

A few minutes later, your door opened again and light edpoured through it. You slightly turned your head to see who it was and saw Mello out of his usual leather outfit and in a much more comfortable cotton shirt and sweatpants. He then walked up to you and Matt and sat on your bed.

“So he got here before me, huh.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, he’s been herehere for a while.” You replied, keeping your voice down so as to not wake Matt up.

“Lucky bastard, he got the best spot,” Mello grumbled to which you let a quiet giggle.

“Come and cuddle with us Mello,” You looked at him, “It’s weird without you.”

“Alright, alright, quit nagging me.” He replied. He then laid down behind you both and snuggled into your neck. You smiled at him, “I know you love us anyway.”

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Price’s lil Wife Poly!141

Price’s rules for the boys

- work and home are separate. He can not stress this enough. No call signs used in the house. No ghost mask (told Simon this the very first time he met you. No mask. Not now. Not ever)

- soap used “gaz” once and price made him run laps around the neighborhood (the other housewives loved it)

- No talking about any mission any op. Complaining about recruits or higher ups was allowed. Only can talk about what happened on base.

- The missus was kind and pure and he would not let the type of work they do reach her

- When it came to what could and could not be done physically that was fully up to you “stop asking me. It’s her bloody body for christs sake” after the thousandth awkward “can I please fuck The Missus tonight 👉🏻👈🏻”

- If you wanted one of them one night? Just fine. All of them one night? Also fine

- In fact most things in this new relationship were completely up to you. If they stayed/lived in extra rooms, what they called you, how often and how they got to touch you

- Other than the No Work rule the only other thing Price (tried) to put his foot down on was “if she sends you a voice message. Don’t. Fucking. Open. It. In. Public” well that just seems weird now doesn’t it? No lil Mrs price was a lil tease and now she has more men to mess with????

- Only a week or so in to this whole thing Johnny was the first to get one and did he forget or just choose to ignore Price���s rule? The world may never know but he pressed play (full volume bc men always have their volume up for no reason) and the sweet sounds of you moaning his name played so fucking loud in the grocery store. The rest of the boys made the same mistake. Price tried to warn them, he really did.