#poly relationship

[jinjoohaaa]

JJK MEN X READER !!!

Four roommates. One girl. Zero self-control.

art by @ thatsallitchief ✧⁠*⁠。

Room for One more ?

Pairing : JJK Men x reader

Synopsis : You moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around. but with four insanely hot men under same roof, it didn’t take long before things got messy. now you’re cockwarming nanami at midnight, riding gojo in the shower, bent over for geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by toji. college? peace? who needs it when you’re getting dicked down for good?

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eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen

chapter seventeen coming soon...

Side stories are here

A/N : this fic is very smut-heavy and most chapters contain multiple smut scenes. if that’s not something you’re comfortable reading, please feel free to skip this one *⁠.⁠✧

[crashingcryptid]

Simon was really scared about having you around.

When Johnny started dating, an anxious pit started gnawing in his gut. He knew that if this relationship lasted, the two of you would eventually become serious. You would move in. You wouldn't want some random man lurking around, he was sure of it.

He felt like a horrible person, an even worse friend for hoping, almost praying, that you and Johnny would break up. He saw how... Happy Johnny was with you. He would come home beaming about how wonderful the night with you had been. Was he really so selfish that he wanted to take his friends joy away just because he didn't want to live alone?

"Hey, Simon, I wanted to talk to you about something." When Johnny said that, Simon felt like he was going to get sick. Johnny insisted that neither he nor you wanted Simon to move out. He was actually checking if you moving in would be okay.

It wasn't. It really wasn't okay to have a new person in the space. It wasn't okay because you would realize how weird and annoying Simon was. You would want him to leave. "Doesn't bother me any. Just keep it down when you two fuck."

So you moved in. Simon stuck to his usual routine for the most part, which meant he naturally avoided you. But he wouldn't sit at the table during dinner anymore or try to interrupt movie nights. Johnny started to invite him to join, which he did tentatively.

The first incident was when he came home from a run when you were up making breakfast. "Oh, Simon! Good morning." You exclaim, a little shocked to see him. It had been a week since he had last been around you, which you weren't too keen on. You had been excited to get to know Simon, but he didn't seem interested in the same. "Would you like some breakfast? I still have the eggs out."

Simon felt his face flush, praying you would think it was just from his long run. He didn't need to rely on you for food. Have you cooking for him like some kind of maid. Was he really gonna late his mates partner make him a meal? Was he that daft?

"I'll never eat anything you make." He grunts before he stomps off towards his bathroom to shower off. You were almkst hurt by his words, but Johnny had warned you that Simon was... awkward. You scrambled some extra eggs, made two extra slices of toast, and some bacon for him. He didn't eat with you and Johnny, but his plate was empty and washed when you got home from work.

There were many more little incidents throughout the months. Simon would eat the food you made, but only by himself after Johnny and you had your fills. He would hover in the doorways if he noticed you were in the room like he needed an invited into the space he paid to love in. You started to get irritated with him, wondering what you could possibly do to make him so skittish. You were trying, really trying, to make him comfortable. If he left Johnny's apartment because of you, you would feel like such an asshole.

"Bonnie you don't have to -"

"No! No, I do, I'm going to talk to him and figure this out!" Simon knew he shouldn't listen in on the conversation, but he had heard his name and got curious. He stayed still in the hallway, listening as you rant. "I just - Johnny, this is his house, too! Ever since I've moved here, he's refused to he around me! If I don't clear the air and find out what I did, I'm worried he's going to move out."

"He isn't going to move out! Simon just doesn't warm up to people, alright? It's not personal, Bonnie, I promise." Johnny assures, his ears perking when he hears a creak in the hallway. You heard it too, wringing the dish towel in your hands.

"Simon?" He slowly moves into the doorway, arms stiff by his side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about you behind your back." You apologize immediately, noticing the confusion scrunching Simon's face. "I just... I mean it, I don't want you to leave because of me."

"I don't want to leave. I don't want you to get annoyed with me." He admits quietly, staring at you unblinking. "If I get sick of you, you will want me gone."

"That's not going to happen, Simon." You assure him quietly, giving him a genuine smile. "Can you please join the movie nights again? Johnny says you have good picks." Simon shrugs with a noncommercial grunt, but the smile on your face told him you understood.

@rawme-price @hatsbuckets Come in here and come get yall juice!!

[len-tilek]

i really wanted to post something for my birthday and im just one hour late because it's already 1am here, but whatever. cute polytrix onepage comic sketch for you💙💜🩷

[spookys1fan]

Pretty boy winter and his bisexual babes

[crushmeeren]

¡! general sfw & nsfw headcannons ¡!

poly baby x reader x mystery ꒱ fem reader ꒱

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ master list

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ sfw

꒱ Whenever Baby is driving, and you’re passenger princess, Mystery sits directly behind you. Baby blasts the ac during summer. So when your fingers turn to ice cubes you reach back for Mystery, who takes your hand and keeps you warm. He lets you continuously rotate hands too. And on the off chance you’re driving, he does the same for Baby.

꒱ To continue on in car behavior, Mystery often sings during drives. His voice is so soft and sweet, more often than not you or Baby will turn the volume on the radio down just to hear Mystery instead. He never notices.

꒱ Baby does love candy, but he loves sour candy. Those suckers he always has? Yeah they’re like warhead candies x 10. (He also loves spicy candy from Mexico.)

Mystery accidentally ate a sour sucker once and laid in your lap for an hour complaining about how badly they made his jaw ache and how his mouth wouldn’t stop watering. Baby put a piece of chocolate between his lips and forced Mystery to eat it via kiss. He was better after.

꒱ Mystery cannot fall asleep without hugging someone. He’ll use a pillow as a last resort, but he hates that. As much as you love Mystery, he’s like a furnace. So you and Baby switch throughout the night. When one of you wakes to go to the bathroom, the other is rolled into Mystery’s arms.

꒱ Baby eats your snacks in front of you and acts like you’re crazy for suggesting it.

“Baby, are you eating my special grapes?” **Baby, 100% eating your special grapes.** “Of course not! I would never.” “What the hell, you’re eating them right now! And you’re drinking Mystery’s favorite water!”

꒱ Baby and Mystery love cuddling on the couch with each other. Whenever you’ve gone out for the afternoon, or evening, it never fails to find them tucked together on the couch. Watching TV, napping, whatever. They drag you into the cuddle pile as soon as you return.

꒱ Mystery has about a million candid photos of you and Baby on his phone. His background is a sweet picture of you and Baby each kissing one of his cheeks.

꒱ Baby is the proudest boyfriend. He shows you and Mystery off any chance he gets. His Instagram looks like a fan page dedicated to you and Mystery.

Baby once posted an incredibly suggestive picture of Mystery and gave zero fucks of the consequences. Baby snuck a photo of Mystery, shirtless and flushed, between his legs as he stared up into the lens. Baby’s hand was tangled in Mystery’s hair. Nothing indecent could be seen, but the comments were unhinged.

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ nsfw

꒱ Mystery likes when you ride Baby reverse cowgirl style. When Baby leans on the headboard, your back flush to his chest while he thrusts up into you.

Mystery will settle between your legs and alternate between sucking on your swollen clit and licking at Baby’s cock while you’re getting fucked. He loves tracing his tongue along where your pussy’s stretched open, when you both cry out his name.

꒱ Baby fucks like he’s got all the time in the world.

He’ll spread Mystery out on his back and roll his hips in slow, sensual movements. Mystery usually begs Baby to let him eat your pussy. Baby will tell you to sit on Mystery’s face and you do, leaning close, with your hands on Mystery’s stomach, to make out with Baby. Baby keeps up his steady thrusting and Mystery cums, cock untouched, every time.

꒱ Both boys are eaters, cock suckers, whatever. Baby, though, has more of an oral fixation. Baby definitely swallows Mystery’s cock down like he can’t live without it, and has his face buried in your pussy any time you allow it.

꒱ Love to Eiffel Tower you. On your hands and knees, on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed. Baby goes insane when he rests his hand on your throat while his dick’s in there. Baby and Mystery will make out so hot and heavy during it. The sticky wet sounds of their lips meeting, their soft moans — it always makes your pussy clench tight.

꒱ Mystery is obsessed with making you squirt. We’re talking squirting so much in one session that Baby has to grab an extra towel from the bathroom because the first one’s soaked. It turns Baby on so bad that sometimes, even when he tries to hold back, he can’t help but stroke his cock a few times and cum all over your tits, or your face, whichever.

꒱ When Baby’s in the mood to get fucked by Mystery, he’ll rest his head in your lap so you can play with his hair as he’s stretched open. We all know he likes to have something in his mouth, so he’ll suck on your fingers too. Probably turns into riding Baby while he’s fucked.

꒱ Well known fact Mystery bites. He leaves hickeys all over you. Really really loves marking up your thighs when he eats you out and won’t stop until he gives Baby matching ones.

꒱ Baby has filthy as fuck videos of you and Mystery in his camera roll. One he jerks off to often is a video of you and Mystery on your bellies between his legs, taking turns sharing and sucking on Baby’s cock like it’s the sweetest treat. Features you and Mystery kissing with Baby’s tip between your lips. Cum coating your faces.

[sh1-n0bu]

so yall know that meme that goes “ur x inches deep inside this character while that character is x inches deep in you”? ye that but with a bit of difference. we all know the drills by now, dividers by @/cafekitsune

imagine having two cute boyfriends who are the complete opposites. calm, cool, collected when in public, with a butt-plug keeping your cum inside their hole or either wearing nipple clamps with a chain in the middle that always brushed against their shirt. even with a vibrator inside their hole, keeping them always on edge or a chastity cage that prevented them from getting fully hard, they keep their cool facade, joking with friends or barking out orders. the moment you three step inside your home though, that is a whole different story. they’re like desperate sluts for you, whining and pawing at your pants, one of them grinding their cock against your boots with watery eyes as they plead for you to fuck them already

they’re like a crybaby, really. easy to break and tear down and turn them into obedient little pups who only nod their heads and spread their legs and holes open for you to use to your fill. teasing them with little pinches to their nipples or dodging their snotty wet kisses gets them real cute and whiny, pouting at you with a “don’t you love me, master?”

but your most favorite position to see your pretty boyfriends in is when you deny them their favorite feeling and make them fuck each other. sure, they loved each other as much as they loved you, but two subs don’t make a dom and all you get is whiny, sobbing puppies as they meagerly grind against each other, cocks all hard and erect but never not knowing how to properly use it on each other

be mean, sit behind one of them and guide their hips with a hand on his hip bone, squeezing at his flesh before teaching him how to properly use his useless cock on your other boyfriend. guide him, ease his cock into the other’s awaiting eager hole, all messy and wet, dripping with your messy morning fuck’s cum and his saliva from eating him out. slap his ass when he trembles and complains about not being able to fuck him, teasing him about how he has such a nice big cock but can’t even use it and leaves it as a waste

then once he bottoms out inside your other boyfriend, sit back and watch him try to make sense of it all. oh, he was so tight and warm and so squishy around him, constantly clenching at his dick while slobbering at him to “muvh already♡︎!”. how could he? if he were to even pull his dick out by a single inch, he’s gonna cum inside him! and their master hasn’t given either of them the command to cum yet! none of them wanted to be bad and go against your order while you were guiding the one one top to weakly hump his cock into the other’s gaping hole

you don’t have to touch them just to be extra mean and simply enjoy your free time. maybe open a bottle of wine or champagne and sit back, all relaxed and content while your sweet pups cry about you being mean, harsh and only using them. you were, they made good entertainment after all. if feeling nice from the glass of wine, order the one on top on how to properly thrust his hips and bury his useless big dick inside the other’s hole that was clenching around him like a vice, trying to milk every drop of his cum. the one under only sobbing uselessly, already going non-verbal as he only sobbed and slurred like some drunken man, like he’s high on aphrodisiacs while pathetically grinding his ass flush against the other’s hip, hoping to get his dick deeper inside himself. hell, his greedy ass would even whine occasionally about how he wanted both of your dicks stretching his hole out, gaping him open for the world to see as he clawed at the sheets

it wouldn’t even take long for the one top to just give up, collapsing on top of his boyfriend as he can only hump his dick between his boyfriend’s ass cheeks. the hard yet wet thing already having slipped out while he tried to sloppily thrust into his boyfriend, only ending up in failure after failure. silly little dog, can’t even fuck his own boyfriend properly

finish your glass of wine patiently while your two cute boyfriends cried about being empty and needing your experienced touch on their bodies, setting aside the empty glass once you swallow the last drop. wine is meant to be taken slow and enjoyed after all, not rushed like how your stupid dogs barked about. be mean when you slowly and carefully take off your clothes, degrade them, call them useless and dumb mutts for being unable to follow a simple order as you finally settle behind the one on top. take his reddened cock, tease the tip, maybe even pull on the foreskin that is pushed back just to be a bit more meaner, hearing him blabber something while his hips buckled like a cute rabbit’s before shoving the tip back inside your eagerly awaiting other boyfriend, hearing the content, shrill squeal at the stretch while the other merely cried and sniffled weakly, legs already shaking

don’t make him pull out, keep guiding his cock until it’s halfway inside your other boyfriend’s eager hole, making him watch at how he accepts what is given to him, unlike him. only once the girthy thing is settled halfway inside, stop his hips from moving, dig your nails into the fat of his flesh, scratch at the back of his thighs, slap his sweet ass until they’re red and he’s complaining about how sore they are now. shush him up with a kiss, fist at his hair and tug his head back to face yours, making him whine at the burn to his scalp. “open up” order him, bark commands at him and see how cutely and even eagerly he follows it, jaw going slack, mouth hanging wide for you to do whatever. tell him to stick his tongue out and he will, letting out a satisfied moan at the messy, filthy wet kiss you give him. all suckles to his pink tongue, teeth gnashing and saliva dripping down. only the disappointed whine of your other boyfriend’s would snap you out, glancing down at him to see his pretty eyes, all teary and red from his sobs, staring at the messy kiss you shared with him with jealousy over his shoulder. he wanted kisses too!

“oh shut up, you’ll have your kisses later” scold him at the indignant teary look he gives you both, looking so betrayed over something so simple while the other merely inhales sharp breaths at the abrupt end of the kiss, all filthy and wet from his own saliva. use his moment of weakness and slide a lube covered finger into his unprepared ass, watch him as he buck his hips forward from the sudden drop of temperature, a harsh shiver running down his spine as his hold on his boyfriend’s hips tighten. after some half-assed fingering to try and open him up, guide your own strap into his hole, hold him tightly by the fat of his hips as he babbles in pure confusion on whether to buck forward into the tight warmth clamping around his cock or back into your huge girth splitting him wide open

once halfway inside him as well, stop your hips from moving further, hear his cute little voice go “h-haah? why’d y-ya’ stop?” as if he had expected you to do the hard work all the damn time like the spoiled little thing he was. meanwhile, your other boyfriend was doing so good and only taking what was given to him, occasionally clenching tighter around his boyfriend’s dick, still so unsatisfied with the lack of length inside him. “learn how to use your cock, puppy. i ain’t gonna be doing the heavy lifting all the damn time” scoff at his dejected noise, slap at the side of his reddened cheeks with a deserved “get workin’, sweetheart”. then just stay still and watch him try to make sense of the stimulations going on inside him

his own cock was halfway inside his boyfriend, all nice and warm and so teasingly tight. the constant wiggles of his hips and the little noises he kept making weren’t helping. but at the same time, you were inches deep inside him too, and he wanted so badly to push his fat ass flush against your hips, make you watch his red cheeks bounce stiffly against your own dick. he never tried to fuck his boyfriend before, you did all the fucking for them, filling their holes all nice and warm, milking their cute cocklets and taking care of their frustrations. why were you being so mean now?

sniffling back his angered tears, he would try to fuck into his boyfriend’s sweet hole, nearly buckling on his knees and collapsing on top of him if you hadn’t reached out to hold him upwards by the shoulders. he was so soft inside, he wondered how you held back whenever fucking them full. did he feel this soft and nice around you too? did you find his asshole to be tight and just as tantalizing to the point you just wanted to cum right then and there and paint his walls white? you had to, right? he was making you feel good too, right?

with rocky, stiff motions, he forced himself to move back and forth, trying to muffle his sniffles and sobs while their boyfriend eagerly let out his debauched moans and broken demands for more. at this point, he was simply chasing his own high, trying to shove his weeping dick as deep as he could into his boyfriend without letting your strap slip out of his own. it didn’t take too long, just a few broken thrusts of his hips and he was already mewling while he came inside his boyfriend, filling his already full hole even more as spurts of his cum slips and drips out of his hole. not even going to bother teaching them on how to be proper boyfriends, you lay his shaking body down on top of your boyfriend, making sure that his dick is still snug inside him like a human butt plug before getting to properly fucking them

sweet squeals of sheer excitement and weak mumbles and wet sniffles filled the room alongside the wet slaps of your hips meeting his ass, your boyfriend at the very bottom feeling his body rattle and shake with every thrusts you push into his boyfriend, effectively making him fuck his hole again. “anhhah-! haagh-ha♡︎! m-moowr.. more p-pleash? feels sho goud♥︎ fuc-fucking me again haaghaha♡︎♡︎” your boyfriend at the bottom giggled, sounding near delirious with how excited he seemed at the prospect of being double fucked, used like a human blow-up doll. “sniff..♡︎ i’m showry.. i’m showlly showry sorry shoorryyy♥︎ puh-please, don’t ge-eht sniff mad at meeeh..♡︎!” your other boyfriend sobbed occasionally, apologizing for not being able to ask for permission before cumming or to be able to use his useless big cock, punched out little wails escaping him at your thrusts

truly, you have to take time out from your days to teach your little puppies on how to properly fuck each other

⇨ sinbad & ja’far, giyuu & sanemi, tengen & gyomei, ghost & soap, diavolo & barbatos, solomon & simeon, dan heng & caelus, phainon & mydei, jing yuan & blade, aventurine & ratio, argenti & boothill, gallagher & sunday, jiaoqui & moze, sampo & gepard, scar & rover, xiangli yao & mortefi, aalto & calcharo, brant & rover, qiuyuan & jiyan, zhongli & childe, wriothesley & neuvillette, pantalone & dottore, heizou & kazuha, ayato & thoma, cyno & tighnari, alhaitham & kaveh, jason the toymaker & candy pop + your fav pairs

[hotpotatopotat]

"Poly Club" (1/1) Deku, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Shoto all meet up to discuss a future relationship together.

They understood the assignment.

BKDK + TDKR or any letter in any order you want🧡💚💙❤️

[rdmasevi]

The Space Between Laps

Title: "The Space Between Laps": Heated Rivalry fanfiction

Pairing: Ilya and Shane x Reader Male ( poly relationship )

Genre: Sports Romance | Slow Burn | Polyamorous Dynamics | Formula 1 AU | Hockey AU | Mini series

Warnings: None (light emotional vulnerability only).

Summary: A chance meeting at a Grand Prix sparks something neither Shane nor Ilya expected—and forces them to consider making room for a third heart.

Shane has learned a lot of new things since dating Ilya Rozanov.

One of them is that Ilya does not do subtle awe.

The second the cars scream past the paddock for practice, Ilya’s entire posture changes—chin lifted, eyes sharp, attention locked in like he’s tracking prey.

“This is insane,” Ilya says, accent thickened by excitement. “They are going this fast on purpose.”

Shane smiles, hands in his pockets. “You say that like hockey isn’t violent chaos on ice.”

“It is,” Ilya agrees easily. “But at least I can see puck. Here? He goes past and—whoosh.” He flicks his fingers. “Gone.”

Shane laughs, then follows Ilya’s gaze to the Red Bull garage.

That’s when he sees you.

You’re standing with a couple of other drivers, race suit half-zipped down, hair damp with sweat, helmet tucked under your arm. You’re smiling—wide, easy, unguarded—as one of them says something that makes you laugh.

There’s something magnetic about you. Not flashy. Just… present. Like you belong exactly where you are.

Shane feels it before he understands it.

“Oh,” he murmurs.

Ilya hums. “Yes.”

Shane blinks. “You noticed too?”

Ilya shoots him a sideways look, lips curling. “Shane, I am not blind.”

----

They meet you accidentally.

Or maybe not accidentally at all.

You’re coming out of the garage when someone calls your name, and you turn—almost colliding with Ilya, who stops short with a startled, “Whoa.”

“Sorry,” you say immediately. “My fault.”

Your voice is warm. Friendly. You glance between them, recognition dawning. “Wait—aren’t you—”

“Ilya,” Ilya says, offering his hand without hesitation. “Hockey menace.”

You grin as you shake it. “I’ve heard.”

Shane steps in smoothly. “Shane. Nice to meet you.”

Up close, Shane notices the small things: the way your eyes flicker between them with interest, not confusion; the calm confidence in the way you stand; the faint tension under your smile that tells him you know exactly how dangerous your job is—and do it anyway.

“You guys enjoying the weekend?” you ask.

Ilya tilts his head. “Is loud. Is fast. I am concerned for everyone’s bones.”

You laugh, genuine and bright, and something in Ilya’s chest goes tight.

“Fair,” you say. “If it helps, we’re usually concerned too.”

Shane watches the exchange, something warm blooming behind his ribs. You’re easy with Ilya—unintimidated, amused, matching his energy without trying to tame it.

That doesn’t happen often.

Before you leave, you gesture back toward the track. “If you stick around for the race tomorrow, maybe I’ll give you someone specific to yell at.”

Ilya smirks. “I already yell at television.”

“Perfect,” you say. “Practice run, then.”

As you walk away, Shane realizes something alarming.

He doesn’t want you to go.

----

That night, they lie tangled together in the hotel bed, city lights bleeding in through the curtains.

Shane is quiet longer than usual.

Ilya notices.

“You are thinking,” Ilya says, fingers tracing idle patterns on Shane’s back. “Dangerous hobby.”

Shane exhales softly. “I like him.”

Ilya stills.

Then—slowly—he smiles.

“Good,” Ilya says. “Because if you said you didn’t, I would call you liar.”

Shane laughs quietly, then sobers. “You do too.”

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No deflection.

Ilya rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, expression unusually open. “I felt it immediately. Like—” He gestures vaguely at his chest. “Pull.”

Shane swallows. “Me too. And that scares me.”

Ilya nods, surprisingly gentle. “It should. It is big thing.”

They sit with it for a moment—the weight of possibility, of change.

Shane turns toward him. “I don’t want to hurt what we have.”

Ilya’s hand cups his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. “We would not be replacing,” he says quietly. “We would be… expanding.”

Shane’s eyes sting. “You really think it could work?”

Ilya smiles, soft and certain. “Shane,” he says, voice warm with affection, “we are already disaster. Why not beautiful disaster?”

Shane laughs, breath hitching. He presses his forehead to Ilya’s. “We’d have to talk to him. Together.”

“Obviously,” Ilya says. “We do nothing separately. This is rule.”

Shane closes his eyes, heart racing—not with fear, but with hope.

“Okay,” he says. “Let’s invite him in.”

Ilya grins, sharp and fond. “I like this plan.”

Outside, engines roar in the distance, the promise of speed and fire and futures yet unwritten.

And somewhere between the noise and the quiet, the shape of you begins to form in both of their lives.

───

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