#poly x reader

[fashionteahouse]

Can you do one where Paul and Jacob imprint on an innocent reader. Paul is more dominant than Jacob. Jacob is more of a soft dom. If that makes sense. After words, both take care of the reader who smiles lazily at them.

yes ❤️ sorry for the absence guys I’m currently on vacay hope you enjoy :)

neon guts - paul lahote and jacob black x reader

It had never happened before.

Two wolves imprinting on the same girl.

It was confusing but not unsettling as both Jacob and Paul feel their wolves humming in satisfaction of imprinting on you.

You were the center for both wolves, grounding the soon to be alpha and the hot headed third in command.

The first time you saw them both together, it felt like standing too close to the edge of something wild and unknowable.

You didn’t expect the excitement to lurch in your stomach that would debut every time you saw them.

The kind woman Emily, the imprint of the current alpha, Sam Uley, kept you around. Inviting you over to help her cook, inviting you over for girl talk, and finally the bonfire.

Laughter crackled in the dark, boys with impossible bodies and eyes filled with solemn, and stories told by ancient mouths that felt like warnings rather than entertainment.

Paul Lahote and Jacob Black arrived side by side, but you picked up the difference in their energies.

Jacob’s presence was warm and comforting, like the sun bleeding through storm clouds. Paul’s presence was thunder, sharp, crackling and dangerous.

Paul barely looked at anyone as he walked but his eyes eventually landed on you with a force of a tidal wave. Jacob trailed slightly behind, his gaze following Paul’s before meeting yours as well.

They were everywhere now.

It was subtle at first.

At first, you didn’t understand why they acted like you belonged to them. You weren’t used to this kind of attention because you were shy but this kind of attention was different.

It was the way Paul would hover too close. It was the way Jacob would brush past you when he had to walk pass.

You found yourself drawn to the two personalities.

Paul was magnetic. Everything about him made your pulse race. His voice, the sharp glint in his eye, the way he made you nervous and feel like prey.

Jacob was warmth. Safety. He listened. Gave you space but not too much. His hands were always gentle, even when he was visibly holding back something primal underneath his skin.

Hands in your pockets, you thought nothing of it when you walked back to your place. After spending time with Emily helping her volunteer at the tribal center, you just wanted to relax at home.

You froze in your tracks once you saw a shirtless Paul near your front door with his fists clenched. Jacob only stood near, arms crossed with his jaw tight.

Jacob’s eyes snapped to yours as he perked up at the sight of you, “Y/N.”

Paul immediately stopped his pacing before he went right towards you.

“Where the hell were you?” Paul asked with his voice low, “Not even answering the phone and we’re blowing you up.”

You pat your phone in your pocket, “It died.”

“You didn’t bring a charger so you could charge it? What if something happened?” Jacob asked but his voice wasn’t as rough as Paul’s.

“Nothing was going to happen. I was only with Emily.” You say to Jacob.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t tell me.” Paul interjected.

Jacob immediately stepped in, putting an hand on your arm, “Back off, Paul.”

Paul smacked Jacob’s hand off of your arm, “Don’t start with me Jacob.”

“She’s not your property.” Jacob scowled.

“She’s not yours either.”

Their eyes glared at each other as heat was rising between them like a storm about to snap. You felt too small, too soft, too human.

“Stop it.” You whispered.

Jacob looked down with his shoulders trembling, keeping control.

Paul exhaled sharply.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. Either of you.” You swallowed.

“You didn’t, honey. It’s just,” Jacob sighed a bit, softening his features, “It’s us. Were..We’re not used to this.”

“To what?” You ask.

“To sharing.” Paul clarified with his eyes darkened.

“It’s alright. But, I’m safe. Really.” You reassure as you unlock your door with your key.

You felt heat beat your back as you entered your home, knowing that they followed you in.

Jacob flopped down on the couch completely and Paul followed as he tugged your arm a bit.

You were sandwiched in between them.

“You can’t worry us like that, Y/N. We didn’t know what to think.” Paul spoke, his voice a bit softer than earlier but he caressed the side of your face.

The burst of energy erupted from that touch. It was unerringly soft.

“I’m sorry. Emily was with me. I’m surprised Sam didn’t tell you.” You replied coyly.

“He was too busy pacing outside of your door.” Jacob says as he rolled his eyes a bit, pointing his thumb at Paul.

You break a smile before you and Jacob share a chuckle. The eye contact was prolonged and you saw Jacob’s relaxed state, his worry melting away.

Then, you felt your head be turned in the opposite direction to face Paul. His look on his face was purely focused.

Having a large hand cup your face, he pulled your face to him as you share a lingering kiss.

It spun your brain, it made you forget that you were in your living room. A breathy sigh made your mouth crack open and he slipped his warm tongue in.

It was surprising as you never kissed him or anyone this intensely.

You exhaled as soon as you both pulled away.

“Did you forget she has to breathe?” Jacob asked sarcastically.

Paul licked his lips a bit as he watched you regain your breath before he snapped his eyes to Jacob.

“It’s a kiss. She’ll live.” Paul spoke in a raspy voice.

Jacob slightly shook his head before you kiss him too, so he wouldn’t feel left out. Jacob cupped your jaw as the kiss lasted longer than Paul’s. It was sweet but he still had control. A soft sigh escaped from you when the brush of his tongue licked your bottom lip.

Paul turned your face back to him, breaking your kiss with Jacob. With you being so delirious, you didn’t care. You fell into his rhythm of a kiss.

It was hungry, dominating, and purely passionate. Your hand ended up snaking up his neck into his soft bed of hair and fisting it to anchor yourself. A low groan from him erupted into your mouth and it shot to inside of your pants.

You were panting embarrassingly loud but at that moment neither of you didn’t care.

It was suprising to you when you felt Jacob shift your upper body to have your back laid against him on the couch.

You saw his face peer over you before he planted a kiss on your lips. It was your first time kissing him or anyone in this position.

Paul had no problem undoing your pants since your legs rested at his waist. Your hands fly to his hands that didn’t dare to pause. Your lips were too busy being occupied, so a muffled noise was made.

“It’s been so long…All day I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I need this.” Paul roughly spoke as he brushed your hands away and tugged your pants from your legs.

Your body twitches as bit as you felt Jacob’s rough but soft hands run up your stomach before lifting your shirt, exposing the stiff nipples on your chest.

A soft groan was made from your mouth as you felt Jacob’s hands caress and squeeze your tissue.

You couldn’t help but bring one hand to rest on his forearm.

“Do you feel good?” Jacob whispered.

“Yes.” You whispered back but you couldn’t say anymore because Paul’s thick finger rubbed against your underwear covered center.

The feeling of Jacob messaging your chest and Paul messaging your center, made your brain turn into pure mush as your eyes closed as you felt the overwhelming sensation.

Your eyes popped open from hearing a tear, only to see Paul with your shredded underwear in his large hand.

You were exposed as his eyes lit up like he ripped open a gift.

“Lift her.” Paul demanded.

Jacob had you lifted with his large hands under your arms, your back glued to his chest.

Paul went to his knees, putting your legs on his shoulders and ate at his your center.

You mewed out, the sensation overtaking your entire body as you were in disbelief that he could make you feel so good but, you expected nothing less.

The tingles coiled inside of your stomach as you felt like you couldn’t move anything but your hands that tangled in his hair.

“I have to pee!” You moan out as your breath turned rapid.

They both hummed out a chuckle.

“You don’t . You just feel really..Good.” Jacob gently reassured.

You heard another rip. This time it didn’t come from Paul, it came from Jacob. Fully bare and exposed, his warm lips assaulted your neck as the back of your head rested back against him. His large calloused hands, especially his fingers, traced your nipples.

Paul’s tongue continued to flick and eat at your pulsating center.

Jacob’s encouraging hums in your ear and Paul’s deep dark groans, had you losing the last bit of your mind that you were holding onto.

It felt like you had neon guts. You couldn’t see nothing but stars, it felt like you were tasting star dust. The tingles danced on every inch of your face.

You moaned out each of their names like prayers. You didn’t know what you were begging for. All you knew was that every lick, every touch, was a lot.

Paul came up for air. Your legs were so weak.

“Give her to me.”

It was Paul’s turn to have your back pressed against his chest.

Jacob kneeled, propping your shaky legs on his shoulders.

You hum out a protest but Jacob shushed you gently while rubbing your inner thighs.

“Just fuck his face for me.” Paul whispers as he sensually messaged your breast.

“Just let me taste you.” Jacob whispered.

Your head threw back as he took you in his mouth. Your hips waved against his face as Paul’s touches were making you feel an overwhelming sensation of euphoria.

“Yes. Just like that.” Paul whispered as he ran his hands down your sides, making your body react to his touch. He captured your lips since your head was tilted in his direction.

You could only moan into his mouth, you felt another wave of energy coming.

You tried to pull away from his face but his lips found yours every time.

Your face crumbled as you came so hard, you gave up on all control. Falling into the buzz, your lower stomach violently burst with tingles, enough to make you want to cry. It felt like you were floating in the room like a reefer.

Only they could make you feel like this.

Blinking away the stars, you didn’t register them ever putting you on your back in your bed.

Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath.

Two men lay beside you. Paul was propped on one elbow as he tilted his head a bit, caressing your arm.

“How do you feel?” Jacob asked quietly.

You couldn’t even speak. You let out a satisfied sigh, smiling a bit. This amused Paul.

“We took real good care of you. Didn’t we?”

You could only tiredly but lazily stretch your face into a genuine smile. You felt like you were on top of the moon.

[polyromystuff]

Hear me out

You’re at a crowded bar with your friends and you spot a woman alone at the bar. She’s beautiful, her long red hair flows down her back like a waterfall and you notice the various white strands of hair nearer her scalp. Choosing to shoot your shot, you nervously approach her and ask if she wants a drink. Only for her husband to appear next to her, he’s equally as beautiful. His long auburn hair rests wildly on his shoulders, the crop-top he wears gives a view of his happy trail. Then, you notice his eyes. Red irises on a black sclera…. then, in your drunken state, you instead announce;

‘Shit, can I get you both a drink??’

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Comfort.

↪️Loid x You x Yor

A/n: I made it a reality.

The apartment is quiet in that rare, peaceful way that only happens in the evenings. The curtains are half-drawn, warm light spilling across the floor, and you’re settled comfortably on the couch, one hand resting over your belly, eyes glazed over in bliss.

And of course, Yor is kneeling in front of you.

She’s cooing softly, eyes wide and shining, both hands warm and gentle as they cradle you. Every so often she leans in, pressing her cheek or her lips to your belly like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh,” she murmurs happily, “you’re being so good to mommy. You must be very comfortable in there.”

You smile without even thinking about it, relaxed, content, utterly adored.

A few steps away, Loid stands stiffly, arms crossed, staring.He tells himself he’s assessing the situation. Monitoring comfort. Ensuring proper care.

It does not explain why he hasn’t blinked in a full thirty seconds.

“You’re forgetting who the father is,” he says finally, tone automatic, professional. “She needs—”

Yor’s head snaps up, a scowl forms on her face watching the man.

The suddenness of it makes Loid pause mid-sentence.

“You’re forgetting,” Yor says calmly, though there’s steel beneath the softness, “that Y/n is also mine.” Her hand still on your belly, her gaze flicks back to you immediately, tenderness returning like it never left.

“And Y/n needs attention,” she continues, leaning forward again. She presses her face gently into your belly, sighing in contentment. “Lots of attention...womanly attention.”

Your fingers slip into Yor’s hair, stroking slowly. Yor hums, clearly pleased, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Draw a bath for us,” Yor adds without looking up. “With all her essential needs.”

“Provide... I—” Loid starts.

He stops himself. His shoulders tense… then drop as he exhales. This is not a battle he’s winning, he knows it.

“Well?” Yor prompts, glancing up at him, eyebrows raised just slightly.

Loid sighs, already turning away. “I’ll prepare it.”

“Do not forget the sweets,” Yor calls after him sweetly. “Wine for me and juice for Y/n.”

Loid mutters as he heads for the kitchen, barely audible.“I should be the one taking a bath with her.”

“What was that?” Yor asks, turning her head sharply.

Loid freezes in the doorway.“…Nothing.”

From the couch, Anya suddenly giggles.“Heh.”

All three of you look at her.

“Papa is jealous,” Anya announces cheerfully, swinging her legs.

“Anya,” Loid warns from the kitchen.

Anya grins wider. “Mama is winning. Mama cuddles. Papa makes snacks.”

Yor blinks once, then looks back down at you. Her expression softens completely, a proud little smile curving her lips. She adjusts her grip on you protectively, like the matter is settled.

“Jealousy is silly,” Yor says gently. “Y/n needs calm. And comfort.”

“I am perfectly calm,” Loid replies from the kitchen, cupboard doors opening a little louder than necessary.

Anya snickers. “Liar.”

The sound of running water begins down the hall. Towels are set out. The faint clink of glasses. The unmistakable smell of something sweet being prepared with meticulous care.

Yor leans closer to you, whispering, “The bath will be ready soon.”

You smile, warm and cherished, wrapped in the quiet certainty that you are loved deeply, fiercely, and from all sides.

And somewhere between juice, wine, sweets, and perfectly measured bathwater, Loid exhales again—resigned, devoted, and utterly outnumbered.

[gigisfantasies]

satoru x reader x suguru

warnings: dub-con, overstimulation, threesome, creampie(s), degradation, fucked dumb, crying, kinda praise?

There’s no light in the room except the kind that drips from Satoru’s eyes.

Cold blue, cruelly soft.

He’s already inside you when you blink awake.

Your legs are folded around his waist, your wrists pinned above your head by just one of his hands, fingers loose, casual, like you’re nothing but a doll.

The thrusts are slow. Deep. Obscene.

Wet sounds fill the air.

Your body is warm, too warm, flushed from earlier. Suguru had you first. His cum is still leaking from your thighs. You’re full of them. Full and ruined and trembling.

But Satoru still wants more.

“You look so pretty like this,” he purrs, leaning in, lips brushing your temple. “Eyes all glassy. Brain all foggy.”

You gasp, try to squirm, but he doesn’t let you. He sinks in again—harder this time—and your mouth falls open on a moan you didn’t mean to let out.

“Still noisy,” Suguru says from behind you, voice low, unimpressed. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, hand tangled in your hair. “You’d think after three orgasms she’d be too wrecked to talk.”

Satoru laughs.

“Oh, she likes it. She loves being used.”

You whimper, thighs twitching.

They’re right. You hate them for it.

“Want me to prove it?” Satoru asks sweetly “Watch.”

He shifts his hips, grinding deeper, and your whole body arches.

“Satoru—!”

“Shh, baby,” he says, cock pressing right into that soft, soaked spot that makes you scream. “Let me show him how messy you get for me.”

His pace quickens. Your breath stutters.

Suguru moves to kneel beside you, fingers tugging your chin until your dazed eyes meet his.

“Look at me while he ruins you,” he says softly. “Don’t look away.”

You try. You really do. But Satoru fucks you too good—so deep, so slow, so perfectly cruel that you’re crying before you realize it.

Tears slip down your cheeks.

Suguru catches one with his thumb.

Then pushes it into your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You do.

They groan in sync.

When you cum, it’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It breaks you.

Satoru watches your face twist, his hand pressing into your stomach to feel the way you clench around him, fluttering helplessly, a ruined little thing between them.

“God, I love watching her fall apart,” he murmurs.

Suguru hums. “She’s not done.”

You barely have time to breathe before Suguru’s behind you again, pulling you into his lap, your back against his chest, your legs trembling around his thighs.

Satoru doesn’t leave.

He just kneels between your open legs again, cock still hard, still wet, still leaking.

Suguru slides a hand between your thighs, fingers dragging through the mess they’ve made of you.

“I think she can take more.”

Satoru smirks.

“She doesn’t have a choice.”

[starmo0nlight]

blooming flowers !

₊˚⊹ ᰔ pairing: odypen x pregnant reader!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: YAYYY MY FIRST ODYPEN FIC I LOVE THEM SK MUCH OMG! i have so much fun writing this and HAPPY PRIDE!!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: pregnancy.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ content: post war! nervous and scared reader, pregnancy , odypen finding out reader is pregnant, crying.. alot.. hurt/comfort, kisses, odypen taking care of reader, love dovy poly. Telemachus approved btw

this was bad. this was so bad..

you don't know how this happened, it can't be true right? no no of course it's not what you think right? right? you're just imagining things, this is all just imaginations. it can't possibly be true..

"my dear are you alright? you haven't touched your food yet, are you not hungry?" you heard Penelope said softly from beside you as she put a comfortable hand on your shoulder, you quickly flinched as you snapped out of your thoughts and realized you've been staring at your meal since they put the tables.

"you've been staring at your meal since this morning, is there something bothering you?" said Odysseus who was sitting in front of you. great this is just great.

"huh? no no! nothing bothers me at all! I'm just... thinking.." you said nervously as you chuckles trying to ease up the subject but you seem to make it worse.

"what's on your mind dear? what's bothering you so much that you can't eat because of it." said Penelope as she got closer to you, you wanted to pack away but you know that will only make your case worse.

"it's nothing really! and I'm just not hungry.." you said as you put your hand on Penelope's should as if to put safe space between you two. that's weird.. you never do that.

"are you sure? you've been so hungry these past few days but now you're not? dear you know you can tell us everything right?" she said as she took your hand in hers squeezing it gently as an offer for comfort, Odysseus on the other hand just nods at his wife's words as he listens to you both.

every stare, every touch, every word you used to adore feel heavy on your back now. how are you going to tell them?? they'd probably be disappointed or even upset with you if they know.. right?

"I'm just not hungry, nothing of it really! i just don't feel like eating" you said as you pull your hand from Penelope's grip , you can see her frown as she was about to speak again questioning you more, but you cut her off by standing up.

"I'll just go get some fresh air! I'll be back" you said quickly as you start leaving not giving them time to even respond to you as you were already out of the room. this was amazing, great job y/n now you make it even worse for yourself.

"something is not right, she never avoids our affections, but now she seems to flinch every time i even get close to her." Penelope said as she stares at the door you just leave from. she starts to get worried. Odysseus then held his wife's hand as he comforted her.

"it's not you my dear, she's probably just nervous about something or something is in her mind and she doesn't feel like telling us yet, give her time. I'm sure she'll come around" said Odysseus softly as Penelope sighs and smiles at her husband.

"i hope you're right darling, or else i can't imagine something bad happening to our star" even with Odysseus comfort words Penelope didn't put down her worries, how could she when the person she loves starts acting distance?

"I'm sure everything is alright, and we're here for her and she knows it my love, please just relax and I'll try to talk to her okay?" said Odysseus as he took Penelope's hand to his lips as he kissed it.

Penelope just chuckles at her husband, she knows he's probably right but she can't help but wonder what is bothering you so much.

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you start walking towards the garden, the only place that can calm you down, at least a little.

you start walking around looking at the different flowers and plants you and Penelope used to take care of. you smile at the memory, but as fast as it comes, the smile quickly leaves your face as you remember, you hold your belly.

"they would never accept it, they already had a son they don't need another trouble..." that's what you keep telling yourself as you keep wandering around clinches onto your dress.

you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice where you were walking until you heard noises, as you finally snap out of your mind you see Telemachus on the other side of the garden, he was training as always.

you stand there staring at him, he spends every second of his time training, you found it funny how passionate he was about this.

you stood there and started thinking again, what would Telemachus think of this? i mean he's already approved of your relationship with his parents, he likes you. but would that be the same after he knows? i mean he always tells you about how much he wanted siblings people to look up at him.

"y/n! did you come here to support me?" his voice suddenly cut your thoughts as you saw him walking towards you, all sweaty and tired, but his smile never left his face.

"now of course, I can't miss a chance" you said as you giggled a little at his words. you try to act normal as you walk towards him.

"of course you won't! here wanna check my new attacks?" he said enthusiastically making you forget the man in front of you is almost 21.

you just laughed a little at him as you sat down on the bench, watching as the boy started attacking his training dummy giving every attack a name to impress, you couldn't hold in as you burst out laughing.

"heyyyy! I'm training here!" he said not really appreciate your laughter at his very serious training. how could you laugh at him??

"sorry tele it's just funny to me!" you say trying to catch your breath as you calm down a little making the man in front of you feeling insulted.

suddenly and without a warning you get hit with that feeling in your stomach as if it is going to burst out. you quickly hold your stomach and cover your mouth as you feel like throwing up.

Telemachus quickly notices your discomfort and your pose as he starts walking towards you with worry in his eyes.

"y/n? are you alright? do i need to call my mother and father?" as Telemachus mentioned his parents your hand quickly shot toward his shoulder as you stand tall.

"n-no! I'm fine, i just need to rest, sorry Telemachus i wouldn't be able to watch you this time." you said trying to light up the situation but it only makes it worse as Telemachus get even more worried.

"who cares about my training??? are you sure you're alright? want me to get you to your room and go call the doctors?" Telemachus fears start to build up, he couldn't just stand there and see his mom in pain while he does nothing.

"Telemachus, i promise you I'm fine, I'll go by myself alright? you continue with your training okay?" Telemachus tried to argue but you felt him no room as you stick with your choice, in the end he couldn't do anything but watch you leave on your own. but something inside him still bugs him about this whole situation.

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after you finally reach your room you quickly throw yourself at the bed with no hesitation. you felt so tired even tho your day didn't even start yet.

"oh my gods... you aren't even born yet and still causing your mama troubles?" you said tiredly as you look down to your stomach as if you were talking to your unborn child. You breathe heavily with pain. you laugh a little at yourself.

after a few seconds you felt yourself drifting to sleep, but you suddenly heard the door slam open as you jump from your place on the bed. "sweet mother of pearls what's on god was that!?"

you panicked at the loud voice but you look at the door your heart stops, it was Odysseus standing there with Penelope standing behind him.

"ody? pene- oh my gods you scared me!" you said as you start catching your breath.

Odysseus and Penelope quickly rushed to your side as ody cupped your face look around to make sure you're alright.

"my love are you alright?" he said with a worried tone as he started holding your face more gentler this time, you were confused until Penelope held your hand and speaks.

"Telemachus told us you were extremely tired and were about to throw up, also the maids said they watch you walking around holding your stomach. is everything alright sweetie?"

of course Telemachus tells them. no matter how much you tell him not to tell his parents he wouldn't listen. you start to panic a little as you pulled a little away from Odysseus hold on your face.

"i.. im fine, i just felt a little sick nothing more.." you tried to give up an excuse but your tone was unsure and nervous which quickly got noticed by both.

"you're lying to us again! you can't keep doing that y/n!" Odysseus was the first to speak. he was frustrated, he can see through your lies. you quickly panicked as you heard his tone. Penelope quickly put a hand on Odysseus shoulder.

"ody love calm down, this isn't how we talk to each." Penelope said firmly trying to get her husband to calm but ody quickly stood up as he was upset.

"lying also isn't how we talk to each other. she's been lying about her health, not telling us what's wrong with her. I'm just worried something will happen and we wouldn't know because she's hiding it from us." said ody with the same frustration tone. he wasn't mad, he was upset that you had to lie to them.

Penelope had her hands on your shoulder as she looked at her husband. she knows he has every right to be upset but she also didn't wanna upset hou by forcing you to speak. you on the other hand couldn't bring to even look at them as you keep your gaze down as the floor seemed more interesting now.

"ody love, we can't force her to speak so please just calm down and let's talk this out" Penelope says soft still trying to get her husband to calm down.

"I'm calm Penelope it's just.. i just don't wanna lose any of you again. i already lost you for 20 years." he said as his words hit you deeper this time. you felt horrible.

"ody just sits down-" Penelope tries to reason with her husband again but she was suddenly cut off.

"im pregnant."

as those words left your lips the room went silent, not a single voice was heard. you start to get more nervous. you forced yourself to look up as you see both of them stunned staring at you.

"i only know for a week. I'm sorry i didn't know how to tell you.." you said as you felt tears gathering in your eyes as your tone got weaker. this is it. they wouldn't want you anymore.

before your thoughts could wander deeper you suddenly felt Penelope pull you into her in warm embracing.

"oh my dear, this is wonderful news! you should have told us sooner." she said with her gentle soft voice. it wasn't harsh of unwanted. it was felt with love and care.

"you really scared us you know, we thought something bad happened" you heard Odysseus as you felt him setting besides you as he hugged from behind.

you felt your tears bursting out as you couldn't keep them in anymore, letting them row down your face. Penelope quickly notices as she held your face in her soft hands.

"oh my dear please don't cry, we're not mad at you for hiding it, we're just happy to know you're well and healthy." she said as she kissed your forehead gently.

"i thought... you'd hate it." you said as you leaned more into her touch. seeking comfort in your wife hands.

"hate it? this is the best that ever happened to us!" said Odysseus from behind you as he kissed your shoulder. "we always dreamed about having a child with you, this is not an accident my love" said ody with an almost proud look that made you question him your pregnancy for a while.

"yes my love, we love you and we'll love this child just as much." she said as she kissed your face again, and again, and again filling your face with some of her lipstick.

"hey! i also wanna kiss and get kissed!" said ody from behind you with annoyed yet playful look as if he was jealous at both of you.

"oh come here my love." said Penelope as she pulled Odysseus for kiss, before pulling away letting Odysseus pull you for another round of kisses.

"okay okay! stop you two! this tickle!" you said laughing as Penelope joined her husband in filling your face with kisses. After a few seconds they were done and they pulled away.

"can't wait till Telemachus finds out he's having a sibling." said ody as you give you one last kiss on your temple.

"yea, but let's not rush things. let's enjoy this moment ourselves first" said Penelope as she held you closer, putting a hand on your stomach as if she was feeling the baby. ody didn't argue as he just brought the two of you into a warm embracing.

you finally could take deep breaths as the weight against your back was finally lifted. the thing you feared would break you up just got you closer, you couldn't wait for your new life with your new family.

[fanged-fanfics]

Not asking on Anon even though I'm a coward because I want to see if this actually gets done XD Would you consider PolyAncients x GN Reader or PolyBeasts x GN Reader? You don't have to do both or anything, I just think they're both fun ideas :] (Whether the Reader is a 6th Ancient/Beast or a cute normal cookie they've absorbed into the polycule, I'll leave up to you lol)

☆ Their Hope — PolyAncients x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, Poly || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were just an average Cookie, but you'd always worked closely with the Ancients. You believed in their cause, and was a sort of insider spy for them to know how Cookies were doing on the ground level

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Golden Cheese was basically the only Ancient to openly flirt with you rather than showing affection through actions. She was as dedicated to her cause as anyone else, of course, but had you been told yet that your eyes shine so beautifully bright, or your smile warmed their hearts? Someone had to tell you, and she made it her job to do so

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao always made sure you were safe. He protects you, acting as a direct body guard against anything that comes near you due to your association with them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry helps you have fun and cut loose when you have free time. Things are scary, sure, but with her and the others by your side, you have nothing to fear! So relax, have a drink, and remember to enjoy yourself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 White Lily soothed you whenever you became anxious. She knew all the best spots to take a seat and have some time to yourself, holding you close while assuring that she had your back

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pure Vanilla worked to lighten your mood, guiding you to walk with him and the animals to make sure you were happy. He'd promise that you were safe from all harm, and was one of the calmest presences there to turn to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You weren't just another member of the team, you could feel that by now. You were as closely bonded to them as they were to one another. The way they'd fret over you, protect you first in all situations, and laugh with you during celebrations all signified that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You could always feel that there was something more, however. And, to your surprise, they had felt the same. They awkwardly came to you all at once to confess. What settled in their souls the most was the fear of you not accepting them all, not a single one could imagine living without you. To their immense relief, you accepted them all, and they all devoted themselves then and there to your heart

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YOU’RE ON THE PHONE WITH 141, WHILE KYLE IS BUSY EATING YOU OUT, ONESHOT, NSFW

pairing: kyle “gaz” garrick x gn!reader, poly!141 x gn!reader

warnings: established poly! relationship, hold the moan troupe for like 1/4 of this, oral (reader receiving), soft 141, phone sèx?, ooc task force 141, shy!reader who is trying to be more confident in the bedroom, sudden ending

summary: after a successful mission finally concludes, kyle and (name) take advantage of their alone time to make up for lost time, but john calls kyle to update him about the mission, interrupting the intimate night. however, kyle makes (name) answer the phone and speak to john, while he's eating them out... and john’s not alone, so kyle takes advantage of it.

once again, i’m bad when it comes to writing smut so it might be cringe💔anyways, here’s a drabble. take this as an apology for lack of wildflowers updates. :P

also i'm down to make multiple versions of this if this version isn't as gn as i thought it was.

Kyle’s phone was going off, echoing in the room, but he was a little busy with something, actually, busy with someone. Celebrating the conclusion of his stressful mission, he thought this was the most appropriate way to do so. He hadn’t had a intimate night with just them, his fellow task force member/lover, (Name), for ages. So, he thought that this was the perfect time to make up for lost time between the two of them.

At this point in the evening, Kyle was knelt down at the foot of the bed, with (Name) sitting at the edge of it, legs wide open. (Name)'s pants were long gone and Kyle had his head between their legs, clearing his head full of stress. The room filled with pleasured moans from (Name), his name being called by them every so often.

"Kyle, s-shit." (Name) panted, arching their back.

The sergeant was gentle when it came to (Name), his tongue pressed against their core, licking and sucking very delicately. He pulled away for a few moments, only to give him a chance to breathe. Kyle started back up almost immediately, this time grabbing both of (Name)'s legs and put them over his shoulders. He kept on going, but kept the pace slow and sweet, but the background noise of his phone made him groan in annoyance. Kyle pulled away from (Name)’s core once more and reached for his phone. The sergeant looked at the screen, it was John, his captain and another lover of his. You couldn’t have called at a better time, sir? He taps on one of (Name)’s thighs with his hand. (Name)’s eyes meet with his.

“Can you answer this for me, love?” Kyle asked, handing his phone to (Name). “It’s John.

They give Kyle a confused look, but then their look turns into a “seriously?” one. (Name) rolled their eyes, but reluctantly nodded. They took the phone from Kyle and answered the call.

“Hello, Captain.” (Name) greeted, the assumption being that the call was going to be about the completion of the mission.

“Sergeant.” John greeted, his tone sounded surprised at hearing (Name)’s voice. “Where’s Garrick?”

Before (Name) could answer, Kyle leaned forwards in between (Name)’s legs once more. His amber (a/n: to me his eyes look amber) eyes met with their (eye color) eyes, looking at them so lovingly, but taunting at the same time. That’s when Kyle tested the waters and started it up once more. (Name) immediately covered their mouth before a noise could come out of it, but a small sound escaped, which John heard.

“(Name)?” John asks in a concerned manner. “Are you and Sergeant Garrick alright?”

“Y-Yeah!” (Name) coughed, trying to keep their cool. “Kyle and I are just…eating dinner.”

You seriously couldn’t have picked a better explanation? (Name) cursed at themself and trying to keep their cool. Kyle let out a couple of muffled laughs due the look of regret on their face.

“I see…well, Kyle said you two finished up the mission a bit earlier than we expected, I just wanted to see what you guys were able to scavenge.” John sounded a bit suspicious.

“Oh, sure!” (Name) laughed, nervously. “We-We were able to-“

Kyle’s tongue hit one of (Name)’s sensitive spots, causing them to quiver, a light gasp comes out of their mouth. On the other line, John called out their name. The sound of Kyle sucking on their insides made it through and a moment of realization reached John. The captain made sure to keep his cool.

"Put Garrick on the phone, (L. Name)." John ordered.

(Name) brought the phone away from their ear and slid the phone down towards Kyle, who was currently busy at the moment. Gently tapping the phone on his head, Kyle looked up and saw (Name) looking down at him.

"John wants to speak with you." (Name) said, softly.

"Well, shit." Kyle laughed, he pulled away from (Name)'s nether regions and took the phone from (Name)'s hand, putting it up to his ear. "Good evening, Captain."

The tone was taunting towards John, who didn't find it funny. Kyle, being a man of business, went back to savoring his lover.

"Garrick, you're fuckin' lucky this is my personal number." John said, struggling to keep his cool.

"I'm sorry, sir. We haven't had a night like this between the two of us in a while." Kyle said, his amber eyes looking up at (Name), so lovingly. Just then, a lightbulb flickered in his head. "One second, sir."

Kyle pulled the phone away from his ear, eyes meeting theirs once more.

"Hey, love. How does having him in your ear while I'm busy with you sound?" Kyle asked. "Only if it's something you want to do."

A firm nod comes from them. "Y-Yeah, let's do it." (Name) said, slightly still overcome with pleasure.

Kyle brought the phone back up to his ear, asking if John had heard what was just proposed. A gruffy "mhm" came from John's mouth. Kyle started to angle himself back to where he was before he was given the phone.

"You ready, love?" Kyle asked, another firm nod. He hands the phone to (Name), they take it and put it up to their ear. Kyle puts their legs on his shoulders and heads to dive in once more.

"Jo-John." (Name) moaned out.

"How does it feel, dove?" John asked, just as loving as Kyle. (Name) could hear John struggling to keep it cool. "Does he do it as good as me?"

"Hey!" Kyle called out. "There's no need for favoritism here!"

"Just pulling your leg, Kyle." John assured. "But, I just wanted to see if that got a reaction out of them, did it?"

A couple of huffs from (Name) answered his question. As Kyle kept it going, John's words of encouragement on the other line made (Name) start to quiver again. Kyle's tongue kept going back and forth, in and out, which only made it harder for (Name) to keep it cool. (Name) eventually let go and let everything out. Kyle felt himself on cloud nine, savoring each and every moment.

They were assured how good they were doing, how much John couldn't wait until them and Kyle got home. John didn't exactly like when they were all separated, gets him a little riled up, but it's not like he was completely alone back home.

"John." A voice called out on the other end, (Name) immediately tenses up, gripping the phone tighter.

Kyle feels their body change and stops his devouring of them. He climbs back up to them, giving them a concerned expression.

"Are you okay, love?" Kyle asks, a nod comes from (Name). "Are you sure?"

"I am, I am." (Name) assured, they started nervously laughing. "Just... didn't exactly expect Simon to come in while we're doing... this."

"No’ juist him, stoater." Another voice said, (Name)'s mouth dropped slightly.

"Give me back the damn phone, Johnny." John orders.

"Ye were talkin tae thaim like this without us?" Johnny says in a fake hurt tone. "Thon's no like ye, John."

"You say that like you haven't done that before, Johnny." Simon pipes in.

Kyle takes advantage of the taunting/arguing and taps (Name)'s thigh. They look down at him, his eyes read mischief, but they know exactly what he plans on doing. A sly smirk forms on his face as well, confirming their suspicions. (Name)'s heart started pounding in nervousness, but they also wanted to play the game.

"See how long it takes for them to notice.” Kyle said, putting himself back between their legs. "Be as loud as you want to be."

Before they could confirm with Kyle, he starts to go down on them once more. His tongue curls in their core and they start wrap their legs around his head. They struggled to keep their grip on Kyle’s phone as Kyle continued. A few gasps escaped from their lips, (Name) enjoying the feeling of Kyle against their entrance. With the pleasure overcoming them, (Name) decided to let it all out, calling out their names, which caused the three men on the other side of the call pause their bickering.

"Dae it again, stoater." Johnny said, huskily, slightly begging.

"Johnny..." (Name) let out.

"Ye're doin' sae guid." Johnny assured.

(Name) could feel their climax coming, they warned Kyle about it with three taps. Kyle made every second count before it was time for him to stop. The pace of his tongue picked up slightly, making (Name) louder than usual.

"Better let them know. I know Simon likes talking to you when you're about to finish." Kyle murmured.

A nod comes from (Name), they call out to Simon, who is already talking to them.

"God, you sound pretty over the phone." Simon whispered. "You'll be back by tomorrow, right?"

"Y-Yeah, late evening b-by the looks of it." (Name) answers between gasps and moans.

"Good. I don't know about the others, but I couldn't go much longer without you and Kyle." Simon went on, he could hear (Name)'s calls of pleasure begin to raise in volume. "You're getting even closer, right?"

"M-Mhm!"

"Well, then, let yourself go." Simon said. "Kyle's got you."

The feeling was overwhelming, but it was going to happen. Simon's soothing voice continued in (Name)'s ears, assurance and praise.

"Kyle, I-I'm gonna-" (Name) gasps, everything coming to its climax. They start breathing heavily and Kyle pulls away from between their legs. He wipes his mouth and begins to squat down at the

"Good job, love.” Kyle whispers gently, he reaches for his phone, taking it from (Name), and putting it against his ear. “Well, we’ll update you on the mission tomorrow, I think we’re all tired.”

He could hear protests from Johnny and John, neither of them ready for the phone to hang up, but Simon had told them to get let Kyle and (Name) rest for the night. Kyle had hung up and put the phone on the bedside table.

“I’m gonna get my ass handed to me when we get back, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Kyle said, pulling himself off the ground, holding his hand out for (Name) to take. “But, let’s take care of you first.”

“Alrighty.” They smiled, taking it as Kyle led them to the bathroom for a quick bath.

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sudden ending ik ik 💔HOPED YOU ENJOYED I LOVE MY MAN😋🫡

[jamesdeanbby]

Can you please do Steve and Soda both dating Fem reader headcannons?? algs if you can't!! I just think it'd b cute 😚

────۶ৎ double trouble

just two best friends and their girl!

warnings : canon typical classism & violence, and a bit of nsfw!

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: STEVEPOP MENTIONED I LIVE FOR THIS!!!! I love poly relationships, viva el poliamor.

⮞ You're like sunshine and perfume and pretty pink nail polish bottled into a girl, and you’ve somehow got two wild greasers wrapped around your finger.

⮞ You call them “baby,” “darlin’,” “honeybun,” and “sugar” with such sincerity they melt like butter on a summer day.

⮞ You bring the soft, the gentle, the tender. They're rough edges and engine grease and cigarette smoke.

⮞ They're not used to this kind of love. Not this patient, not this kind. So at first? They're dumbfounded. Shellshocked. Like puppies rescued from a war zone(iykyk).

⮞ People stare when the three of you walk into places. You’re so clean and dreamy-looking and they’re so...not.

⮞ Soda's the golden retriever boyfriend. Steve’s the growly, possessive boyfriend. You’re the one feeding them cookies, smoothing down their collars and buying them matching sweaters “just because.”

⮞ Soda’s always touching you—arm around your waist, chin on your shoulder, fingers twined in your hair.

⮞ Steve acts like he doesn’t care about PDA but will kiss your hand like some dramatic 1800s gentleman in public just to watch you get all giggly and red.

⮞ You carry lip balm specifically for them—Soda likes cherry, Steve likes mint—and you reapply it on them whenever they’re dry.

⮞ Soda gets all mushy when you call him your "baby" in front of people.

⮞ Steve gets cocky—but his ears turn red every time.

⮞ You pack their lunches for work with handwritten notes and heart-shaped sandwiches and those fancy little desserts from the Soc bakery you like.

⮞ You buy them little things: cheap sunglasses you saw at the gas station, combs engraved with their initials, silver rings that match yours.

⮞ Soda’s obsessed with you brushing his hair. He lays in your lap while you do it, sighing like a pampered housecat.

⮞ Steve pretends to hate being spoiled, but you once massaged his scalp with coconut oil and now he sulks if you don’t do it weekly.

⮞ You hang around the DX sometimes just to bring them lemonade or sit on the hood of a car looking pretty and proud like a trophy wife.

⮞ Soda flirts with you even when he's drenched in sweat and elbow-deep in an engine. “Y'come to see me, gorgeous?”

⮞ Steve pretends to be annoyed. “She’s not gonna kiss you lookin’ like that, greaseball.” But he's secretly jealous and leans over just so you’ll wipe the sweat off his brow, too.

⮞ You once brought an umbrella and held it over them while they worked in the heat. The entire gang teased them mercilessly but you didn’t care. “They’ll get heatstroke if I don’t take care of them!”

⮞ Soda doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does, it hits like a storm. He gets all clingy and pouty and follows you around like a puppy that thinks it’s getting replaced.

⮞ Steve gets real quiet. He doesn’t say he’s jealous. He just starts making comments like, “That guy you were talkin’ to got a little too close, huh?”

⮞ You squash that nonsense with cuddles and “You're the only ones I want, darlings. Don’t be silly.”

⮞ You kiss Soda until he’s grinning like an idiot again.

⮞ You sit on Steve’s lap and hold his face in your hands until he softens like melted chocolate.

⮞ You're constantly reminding them: "You're my boys. Mine. No one else's." And they always answer with a "yes ma'am" in sync.

⮞ Soda sometimes feels like you’ll leave for someone more “stable,” more “put together,” someone from your world.

⮞ Steve thinks he’s too rough, too angry, too much of a screw-up to deserve a girl like you.

⮞ You crush that insecurity under your heel like a cigarette stub. “You boys ever think I want anyone else, I’ll knock your heads together,”

⮞ You’re the emotional anchor in this little poly triad. Soda talks too much, Steve doesn’t talk enough. You bridge the gap.

⮞ You encourage them to talk about their feelings, even if it takes coaxing. With you and with each other.

⮞ If they ever fight with each other, you make them sit in front of you like guilty schoolboys and talk it out.

⮞ Soda talks about marrying you and Steve. He’s serious, even if he laughs afterward. “Think the preacher’d do a two-for-one special?”

⮞ They worship you in the bedroom. Like, absolutely treat you like a godess.

⮞ There's so much praise.

⮞ You’re very giving during the day-to-day in the relationship so they make it a mission to return the favor when in the sheets;)

⮞ Sodapop is a service top with big subby energy. He loves to please, thrives on praise, and gets whiny if you tell him he's being good.

⮞ Steve is a stone switch—dominant, rough, confident, but sometimes gets so ruined by love and attention that he folds under it.

⮞ Soda is eager, enthusiastic, and completely obsessed with your pleasure. He gets off on making you feel good—like, literally, he could finish just from hearing you moan his name.

⮞ Loves when you ride him. His hands will grip your hips like a lifeline. He talks through every second, too “You feel so good, baby,” “M’not gonna last,” “Please keep goin’... please...”

⮞ Pillow princess boyfriend when he’s overwhelmed. You and Steve love taking turns teasing him. He’ll whimper, buck his hips, try to grab at you like a needy pup.

⮞ He has the hugest praise kink ever.

⮞ Neck kisses make him whimper. Ear nibbles make him moan. He’s sensitive and he loves it.

⮞ Will go down on you for hours. Literally hours. Lives between your thighs like it’s his second home.

⮞ Wears your bite marks and hickeys like badges of honor. He wants people to see them.

⮞ He lowkey has a secret breeding kink. It hits him during slow, emotional intimacy. “You’d be such a pretty mama… I’d take care of you…”

⮞ Steve’s a stone top most of the time: he likes to stay in control. He’ll grip your throat, whisper dirty things in your ear, and hold your hips just right.

⮞ But get him worked up just enough, and he’ll get subby. Especially when you and Soda team up on him.

⮞ Possessive. Will literally growl when you wear short skirts around the house.

⮞ He loves watching Soda touch you just to yank you back and say, “She’s mine too, remember that.”

⮞ Absolutely loves marking you. Bites your inner thighs. Leaves hickeys on your chest. Wants the whole world to know who you belong to.

⮞ You and Soda like to get Steve worked up. Slow. Teasing. You straddle his lap while Soda kisses down his chest, fingers playing at his belt.

⮞ You murmur sweet things in his ear while Soda sucks hickeys into his collarbone. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” Steve tries to stay stoic. Tries.

⮞ You ride his face while Soda rides his lap. Both of you whispering sweet filth. He’s losing his mind.

⮞ Soda loves being tag-teamed. He begs for it in that soft, whiny voice of his.

⮞ Steve pins him down, hands tight in his hair, whispering, “You gonna take what your girl gives you, huh?”

⮞ You ride his face while Steve holds him in place. He’s so desperate to please that he moans against you, hips bucking into nothing.

⮞ “Can we do that again tomorrow?” he mumbles into your neck. “Or now. I’m good now too.”

⮞ They get real serious when it’s about you. They work together like a team—hands, mouths, dirty words.

⮞ Steve starts slow. He kisses you deep, unbuttons your clothes like they’re a gift he’s unwrapping, calls you “his girl”.

⮞ Soda takes his time on your thighs, belly, breasts—kissing and praising. “So soft… so perfect... our little lady...”

⮞ You can’t breathe with how much attention they’re giving you. You’re crying from the intensity and they’re glowing with pride.

⮞ “You wanna be ours forever, mama?” Steve asks, deep voice rough in your ear.

⮞ “We’ll take care of you,” Soda whispers, “Give you a baby, a ring, a house. Everything.”

⮞ Afterwards, they clean you up like you’re glass—gentle touches, warm towels and soft words.