#cw: poly

[maladaptivedongdreamer]

Brainrot alert. Chilling with the roomies.

This had started as a fluffy piece. It turned slightly not sfw. So, minors, you know what you have to do: DNI.

Featuring: Bruombracchio.

CW: name calling (I use "bitch" a couple of times), poly (?), mention of antidepressants, bad English

I make some references to the main "Ombra plot".

When Abbacchio and Bruno came home from the meeting with Giorno, they weren't expecting their new roommate to be passed out on the couch. Abbacchio was complaining about Giorno's plan to hit a minor organization that was growing in Passione's territory when Bruno shushed him gently by pressing his index finger on the taller man's lips. Abbacchio turned around and felt a smile creeping across his face.

Ombra was softly snoring, her plush lips parted and her tongue piercing almost visible. She was still wearing her makeup - a smear of eyeliner was printed on the back of her hand where her cheek was pressed. Her poor mistreated glasses had fallen on the ground. No wonder she often complained about them needing to get fixed. In her other hand, a red ballpoint pen was balanced between her relaxed fingers. On the carpet, right near the glasses, lied a pile of her students' papers.

A mug of American coffee, which she preferred, much to the Italian men's disapproval, was sitting - empty - on the coffee table in front of the sofa, on top of a textbook.

When the door closed, in spite of Bruno's attempts to be as silent as possible, she opened her eyes.

"Oh fuck" she said in a panicked voice, slightly raspier than usual due to the nap. "What time is it?" she asked. Immediately she started searching for her glasses.

"It's only three in the afternoon, don't worry" said Bruno, as he walked towards the couch. Abbacchio stood still, then crossed his arms with an amused smile on his face as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, observing his boyfriend as he approached the woman. She sighed heavily then let herself fall back onto the couch. She was wearing her home clothes - a pair of black leggings, a baggy thrifted sweater and, Abbacchio's favorites, her thick fuchsia wool socks.

"You seem tired" Abbacchio observed. "Hard day at work?" She shook her head no.

"Just the usual. It's the new meds" she complained, then immediately yawned. "They make me so lethargic." Abbacchio and Bruno looked at each other for a brief second, with concern in the latter's eyes and a scuff coming from the former cop. "Then relax. Those papers can wait." Before she could say anything, Bruno came out with a proposal.

"Tomorrow is your day off, correct? Why don't we all spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing?"

"We had a pretty long day as well" commented Abbacchio, before going to the bedroom he shared with Bruno and ignoring Ombra's question about Giorno. As he took off his work clothes and exchanged them with a casual band tshirt and grey sweatpants, he could hear Bruno answer her question.

"He is not doing that well. After what happened with you, he is a bit paranoid about gangs trying to take over. I have seen him particularly tired, these days" Abbacchio heard Bruno pause for a moment, as he exited their bedroom, so he stopped in his steps. "I wonder if it has anything to do with your guys'... Bond?"

Ombra stood silent for a moment. Abbacchio could almost picture her furrowed brows and pursed lips, as she hugged her knees, on top of which her chin was rested.

"I should probably have a chat with him" she simply replied. "We haven't spoken much since we solved the whole Acciaio situation. But the Shroud... You're right." Abbacchio heard Ombra sigh. "Giorno and I should communicate more about this bond that we share. I don't know to which extent it affects us-"

"Golden Boy is ruining your life even when he's distant, I see" Abbacchio finally erupted, exiting the shadows. Bruno was sitting next to Ombra's feet on the couch and turned his head to roll his eyes at him as he spoke. Ombra laughed softly, which caused Bruno to smile as well.

"We don't know that. I might be the one that's ruining his mood" she replied. Bruno got up the couch and left the room exchanging one final glare with his boyfriend.

"Then you deserve a reward" Abbacchio said and he took Bruno's place with a loud sigh as he sat on the couch, his legs spread as usual, touching Ombra. He acted on impulse: he hooked her calves with one of his strong arms and pulled her legs onto his lap, destabilizing her. "You'll be more comfortable this way" he said. She huffed, but didn't reply. A smile rose up Abbacchio's lips: he knew she was flustered, as much as she liked playing tough.

"Nice t-shirt, you emo. Name three of their songs" she said, raising back up on her elbows to look at him. Her cheeks were slightly rosier than usual, but she maintained eye contact as she teased him.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Close to me and Pornography" he promptly replied. Ombra rolled her eyes, but her cheeks had turned even pinker and her lips were curled in a smile.

"Pornography is one of my favorite albums" she said simply, as Bruno came back into the room, wearing an unbottoned flannel shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He raised his brow at Abbacchio, as he looked down to his lap, where Ombra's fuchsia clothed feet were laying. He grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on, before taking his seat.

"Do you mind, Ombra?" he asked gently, with a smile. She immediately rose up and tried to take her legs from Abbacchio's lap to make space for Bruno, but the taller man's grip was stronger. She felt Bruno sit at her back, then strong arms pulled her back.

She found herself resting on Bruno's chest. The man was turned towards Abbacchio, so his slightly bent legs where encaging Ombra's body on the couch, his feet resting on Abbacchio's thighs. Bruno smelled, as one would expect, warm and spicy, with a hint of freshness. Ombra found herself fixing her eyes on an empty spot on the floor, her heart racing, in spite of her attempt to look casual and unbothered. She didn't see the look the two men exchanged: Abbacchio bit his lip as he raised a brow at Bruno, who smiled and innocently raised both of his eyebrows in a sincere and open expression. His arms were still resting on Ombra's shoulders.

"You feel tense. Would you like a massage?" he asked, whispering in her ear. Ombra felt a shiver run down her body as Bruno's warm minty breath caressed her ear. She simply nodded and the man started working his hands on her back. She felt herself close her eyes as his fingers applied pressure on her shoulder blades.

"Th-there" she said and found her cheeks become warmer. Suddenly, she felt Abbacchio's long hands massaging her feet and she opened her eyes, confused.

"Just relax" he replied simply. She took a deep breath in and focused her attention on the TV, trying to muffle any sigh of pleasure that could escape her lips. She didn't realize how much she missed another human being's touch. She abandoned her body in the strong hold of her roommates and found her head falling backwards til it rested on Bruno's shoulder. She could have sworn she felt him swallow, his movements getting slower and more deliberate. Her long hair was caressing his naked chest, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock twitch.

He moved slightly back from her, in order to avoid his erection poking her back, as he exchanged a dark look with Abbacchio. They have fantasized about double-teaming Ombra well before they offered her to move in their spare room. But they were afraid of scaring her, or making her uncomfortable. It was clear as day that she had a bit of a crush on them, as much as they had on her, but they had to be careful about the whole deal.

This domestic scene was making their heart race and their minds run wild. Abbacchio looked at Ombra's relaxed features then back at Bruno, whose lips were close to her exposed neck. When he caressed her skin with the tip of his nose, making it seem casual, she bit her lip. Abbacchio's mind filled with filthy images of his boyfriend marking Ombra's neck as he thrusted into her from behind, and felt his bulge grow bigger.

It felt as a point of no return. They were all far too invested into this cuddling session. When Bruno looked at Abbacchio, asking for his permission, the former cop simply nodded, incapable of tearing his eyes away from Ombra's pleasured features and his boyfriend's lustful eyes.

Bruno stopped massaging Ombra's back. With a hand still resting on her shoulder he used the other one to cup the woman's face. Abbacchio saw her open her eyes before Bruno placed a soft kiss on her parted lips.

Ombra felt Bruno smile into the kiss as a surprised noise escaped her lips. Her body reacted before her mind could stop her. She raised one of her hands and ran her fingers into Bruno's soft hair, pushing him closer, as she opened his mouth with her lips and tongue. The man let out a soft moan, as she dominated the kiss.

Abbacchio was almost hypnotized. Seeing his boyfriend kiss Ombra proved to be an extremely erotic sight to him. He felt the pressure in his sweatpants. It took all of his strength not to palm his erection through the fabric to get some relief.

Ombra interrupted the kiss and a million thoughts flooded her mind. The first thing she did was look at Abbacchio apologetically, but the man gave her a knowing lustful glare. Was this all planned? She furrowed her brows.

As if he read her mind, Abbacchio spoke: "This wasn't meant to happen, but maybe it's better this way."

"We don't have to take this further" Bruno reassured her "but we've been thinking about you for a while. We don't have to figure things out immediately, but-"

Ombra nodded. "I guess I kinda knew, but couldn't allow myself to accept it." She then paused, before adding: "Was it that one time at the party when I drunkenly sat-"

"Yes" Abbacchio interrupted her. "We fucked that night, thinking about you joining us." Bruno gave Abbacchio a warning glare, but Ombra didn't seem too offended by his direct approach.

"We don't have to keep it going, maybe this won't lead to anything more" Bruno added.

"I-" she started talking and blushed. Bruno tried to reassure her, but Ombra interrupted him. "The medication I'm taking, it's affecting my libido. I just don't want to disappoint you guys."

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. "Bold of you to assume we have any expectations." Ombra laughed, which made Bruno, who had tensed at their exchange, relax immediately.

"Let's just enjoy a chill afternoon, for now. We can discuss more about this later" Bruno said, planting a kiss on Ombra's hand.

"Easy for you to say" Abbacchio replied. "You had your kiss, at least. I'm staining my sweatpants for nothing." Ombra gave him a grin, before looking at Bruno, a silent question in her eyes. Bruno gave her his permission, so she let her comfortable seat between his legs and crawled to Abbacchio. She sat on his lap, her arms resting on his chest.

"Then why don't you let me continue what I started that night?" she whispered. Abbacchio swallowed hard as he looked her in the eyes. Her cheeks were flushed pink, she wasn't as confident as she tried to appear, which just made her seem more human, more adorable. He had just finished calling her adorable in his mind, when she rolled her hips, grinding on his growing erection and bit his lower lip. He raised his hips into her with a groan. She smiled. "I knew you were a needy little bitch" she said. Bruno giggled, observing the scene.

Abbacchio groaned again, before grabbing Ombra by the waist and pushing her down again, as she kissed him passionately. It was a messy and needy kiss, sloppy and wet. The ones that Bruno knew were usually leading to Abbacchio topping with hard and fast thrusts. But that time, it was Ombra who took the lead. Bruno couldn't help but stroke his hardened dick beneath the fabric of his clothes, as the two separated from their kiss. Mouths agape, they were staring at each other, close enough to kiss, as she kept dry humping him, grinding on his crotch while rotating her hips.

"You like what you feel, bitch?" Abbacchio asked. Instead of answering, Ombra left his lap, making him furrow his brows in frustration.

"Needy little bitch" she replied and winked at Bruno, before taking back her place on his chest, this time more confidently. Bruno raised his brows interrogatively at Abbacchio with a smile. His pupils were dilated and his lips wet and pink from the kiss. Bruno knew that night he would have to take care of his boyfriend's - and his own - needs. He glared down to Ombra, whose fluttery eyelashes were signaling that she was already falling asleep between his arms. Bruno smiled.

#jjba selfship #jjba self insert #jjba f/o community #bruno bucciarati x oc #leone abbacchio x oc #not sfw #cw: poly #cw: name calling #cw: medication

[captainzigo]

Does Fluttershy think gay people are real?

tf you mean. she IS a gay people

do drugs responsibly

hooray for bearded women!!!

#fluttershy art #rainbow dash art #tree hugger #tree hugger mlp #flutterdash #fluttershy x rainbow dash #rainbow dash x fluttershy #rainbowshy #poly shipping #gay ponies #lesbian ponies #mlp gay #mlp shipping #mlp ship art #my little pony ship #mlpfim #my little pony #friendship is magic #mlp #fanart #fan comic #mlp fanart #mlp fandom #my little pony fanart #my little pony fandom #mlp friendship is magic #my little pony: friendship is magic #my little pony friendship is magic #drug mention #cw // drugs

[soosoosoup]

Fluffy rearing

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls poppy #trolls branch #broppy #trolls fanart #why are they rearing moths? #really wanted to put them in fuzzy outfits and couldnt help but think about fluffy moths #for poppy of course the rosy maple moth #for Branch the inspo was based off of the polyphemus moth but did my own spin on the design (haha at this point it's an entirely new kind) #just with the same size and caterpillar form #i took some liberties with both moth desgins tbh though haha #it was fun to design them #was very delighted to find out how the poly is one of the biggest while the rosy is the smallest (silk moth wise) #moths #please let me know if this needs any tw/cw for bugs #Im really sorry for such a long wait #it has been a very long week… #my art <3 #excuse the messiness

[crevicedwelling]

today’s isopod is Armadillidium vulgare “Orange Vigor,” an orange mutation of the common pillbug or roly-poly.

they still show yellow scrawls and varying shades of base color like the wild gray form, with males tending to be dark and patternless and females brighter and with more markings.

#armadillidium vulgare #roly poly #isopods #bugs #cw bugs #crustaceans

[sleyu]

omg i wouls sell my soul for more mean bf sirius with corruption kink💔💔💔

mean bf sirius who introduces you to the marauders and lets remus and james fondle ur tits and ass whenever they want, patting your cheek when u look up at him with those maddening—thoughtless doe eyes :(

“they just really like you, puppy”

or or or waking up to the marauders low groans and the tip of their cocks slapping against your naked body and face, sirius laughing breathlessly at how flustered and helpless u look :(

“this is what good girls do, pretty. just lay there n look dumb for us, yeah? helps us cum faster,”

#cw dubcon #is it rlly mean bf sirius without him wanting to preserve ur innocence #he tells u all these lies about ‘love’ and ‘this is just what family does stupid!!!’ #rlly he just wants to condition u into being his plaint pretty doll 24/7 #need him #even tho this is shit why am i still moaning #sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #james potter smut #poly!marauders smut #poly!marauders #sirius black x reader #mean bf! sirius

[aimasup]

Note: Please do not attempt to pull business partner to un-sad or un-mad someone in real life (^▽^)ó

#my post #my art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #velvoxval #can be platonic or romantic #vox x velvette x valentino #cw suggestive #poly vees

[helticks]

OK HOLY SHIT

20 WHOLE HOURS!! 20 QHOLE HOURS AND HE IS COMPLETE!! SUNSTREAKER!!!!

car and robot are the same model! I plan on hopefully making an animation for his transformation sequence, but im terribly bad at animating so idk if that will happen or not 😭

i also plan on making some edits to this model + re-texturing to make sideswipe!! hopefully that won't take as long as sunstreaker did lol

bonus schpin

i'll see about posting some close ups. if you have any questions about the model, let me know!

and psst if you liked this post please reblog i LOVVVE reblogs and will kiss you gently . on forehead

#helt’s art #maccadam #transformers #sunstreaker #helt's models #blockbench #modeling #going utterly insane #gif cw #low poly #pixel art

[minkyungseokie]

Three’s A Crowd II | Pierre Gasly + Kika Gomes

synopsis; pierre and kika are still trying to get the oblivious and feeling denying y/n to realize just how in love they are with her, but y/n refuses to believe it

warnings; poly, gxg, throuple, homophobia, internalized homophobia, hateful family,

mentions of weaponizing religion, questioning someone’s faith, verbal and physical abuse, and disowning a minor

This is not meant to offend anyone. This is singing both me and a couple I know have experienced.

note; not requested

note2; bruh, I had so much trouble writing this and getting it out. I had so many ideas, but no way of excecuting any of it.

Sorry if this isn’t good enough. I tried to put this off until i could come up with something, but I didn’t want to leave ya hanging

Let's ignore the one in light mode. Also, I know people have lives, but the slug like rate F1 fics are being posted concerns me lol.

Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Pierre Masterlist

I do not give anyone permission to change, copy, or put my work on any other platform. It will only be on top, so if you see it, please report it. Or let me know.

Y/n sighed. She had woken up due to the sensation of needing to go to the bathroom and the room being way too hot, only to find Pierre and Kika wrapped around her as if she were a tree and they were sloths. Well, more like Kika was holding onto her as if she was a sloth and Y/n was a tree, with her arms wrapped around Y/n's neck loosely and her leg thrown over her hips. Pierre was also clinging onto her, but he somehow ended up on top of her, which was why she was in her current predicament.

She desperately needed to pee, but she didn't want to wake them up. She needed the time before they woke up to fully think about how she felt.

She wanted to confess to the couple every minute she spent with them. Her heart told her to confess and finally get the love she had been yearning for, but her head told her no. Her head told her that she was disgusting for liking two people at once, her head told her that she is a homewrecker for liking both of them and possibly breaking them up,, her head told her to protect her heart from rejection and keep the friendship rather than sacrifice it for her selfish feelings.

She had so much going on inside her head that she needed to leave the room right them or else she'd break down and she would rather not have to explain why she's having a random breakdown in the bed.

Y/n managed to get Pierre off of her and wrapped around Kika instead before jumping out of bed and hightailing it to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and wrapped her arms around herself. She couldn't get into a relationship even if she was willing to ruin her friendship. Despite her saying that she was confident and secure in her sexuality, she really wasn't.

Being raised in a highly homophobic environment where she was taught to be a submissive house wife and her brother was raised in the mindset of a toxic "alpha" male. Y/n may have been kicked out because she didn't take in the teachings her parents tried to force into her mind, but she was still raised in a household where being different was disgusting for twenty years of her life.

It was a hard mindset to get rid of without the correct help and, to be quite honest, she never talked to anyone about it other than Pascale Leclerc, who wanted to put Y/n into therapy. If Y/n didn't basically have a panic attack when the therapist tried to pry too far, too fast, things probably would've been different.

Y/n tried to swallow the lump in her throat and keep the tears from exiting her tear ducts. Y/n began to sniffles and furiously wipe her eyes as the tears fell down her face.

Kika stretched as Pierre got out of the bed and put on a shirt, "Where's Y/n?" Kika asked, scratching her head. "Not sure. She was gone when I woke up. Maybe the bathroom since the door is closed." Pierre shrugged, leaning over to kiss the model. Kika stood up and walked up to the bathroom door, "Hey, Minha linda. Are you okay in there?" Kika spoke, knocking on the thick wooden door.

Y/n didn't answer.

"Minha linda?" Kika called out, pressing her ear to the door to see if she could hear any movement or the shower. Kika's heart lurched when she heard labored breathing rather than the sound of water running, "Y/n?! Are you okay? Can I come in, please?" Kika asked worriedly, putting a hand on the doorknob.

Pierre looked over at the sound of his girlfriend's panicked voice. The French man dropped what was in his hand and marched over to his girlfriend's side, "What's wrong, mon cœur?" Pierre questioned worriedly. "I think something's wrong with Y/n. She seems to be in distress." Kika answered, turning back to the door and trying the doorknob.

It was locked just as she thought.

"Y/n? Please let us in. We just want to make sure that you're okay." Pierre spoke up, knocking on the door gently, but there was no answer. Kika put her ear to the door to see if she could hear more, only to hear hyperventilating, "She's hyperventilating. We have to get in there." Kika said, "There's a key right here just in case." Pierre explained, reaching up to grab a key off the doorframe. Kika snatched the key and fumbled trying to put it in the keyhole, "Stop, stop, stop. Kika, look at me. I need you to take a deep breath and calm down. Panicking will not help our Y/n." Pierre soothed.

Kika nodded, taking a few deep breaths. In, out, in, out.

Now calmed, Kika inserted the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door. Pierre grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open, "Oh, shit. She's having a panic attack." Pierre cursed. "I'm going to touch you, is that alright?" Pierre asked, hands hovering over Y/n's body, waiting until he got permission before sitting on the floor and pulling Y/n into his lap with Kika sitting right next to them looking up what to do when one is having a panic attack, "Okay, first step is to remain calm and ask them if they need anything." Kika instructed.

"Do you need anything, mon cœur?" Pierre muttered, holding Y/n to his chest. Y/n shook her head, but her panic attack ensued, "Can you raise up a hand for me?" Kika asked, hovering a hand over Y/n's back. Y/n shakily held up a hand and kept it there until Kika told her to put it back down. Kika had the girl repeat the action until her breathing calmed only a bit.

Pierre took Y/n's head and gently put it on his chest, "Can you hear me breathing?" Pierre inquired, earning a nod from Y/n. "Good, now I need you to try a breathe with me. Just try to copy my breathing." Pierre suggested. Pierre took Y/n's hand, Kika took the other one, and placed it on his chest.

Pierre began to take deep breaths until Y/n began to try and copy, "I'm proud of you. Good job." Kika praised, stroking Y/n's curls, "That's it, my girl. Concentrate on your breathing. Stay in the present." Pierre said. "You can get through this." Kika encouraged, placing a kiss on Y/n's forehead.

The couple continued to praise and say words of affirmation until she stopped hyperventilating, but she was still breathing hard and shaking, "Hey, gorgeous. Can you look at me?" Kika asked, placing her hands on Y/n's thighs, gently stroking them as a form of comfort. Y/n turned and looked Kika in the eyes, "That's my girl. Can you name three objects you see for me, hm?" Kika queried.

Y/n's eyes darted around frantically, "Hey, don't stress yourself out. It's okay. You don't need to search. Just name me the first three things you see." Kika gently ordered.

Y/n nodded and took a shaky breath, "Bru-brush, um, r-ring, and...and, um, shoes." Y/n stuttered, looking around.

"Good girl." Pierre praised, stroking Y/n's arm comfortingly, "That's perfect. You're doing amazing. Now, can you name me the things you can hear?" Kika asked. "Yo-you, the wind, a-and Pierre's breathing." Y/n let out a sigh, "Great, not move three body parts." Kika said. Y/n wiggles her toes, then her fingers, and then her ankle. "That's it. You did perfect, chérie." Pierre praised, "You did so amazing. I'm so proud of you." Kika joined the praising.

Y/n took a couple of more breaths and stood up, "Thank you. For helping." Y/n thanked in a dull voice. "Do you want to tell us what caused your panic attack?" Pierre asked, "It's just...I..." Y/n hesitated, Kika reached over and put a hand on Y/n's thigh again, "It's okay. You don't have to tell us if you aren't ready." Kika spoke, "We're here if you want to though." Pierre added.

"I just started thinking about...someone I really like and I began thinking about my family. They weren't the...they didn't like... they were homophobic and when I thought about them. I thought I was confident in my preferences, but I realized just how much my parents teachings affected me." Y/n explained, "Internalized homophobia, I guess."

Pierre and Kika shared a look, "You're...your parents didn't accept the fact that you liked more than men?" Kika asked, "Yeah, they said that the Bible is against same sex love. Just like all the other Christians who hate the LGBTQ, they use the Bible to "prove" their views. I asked my mother, who caught me kissing my best friend, where in the Bible did it say that loving someone of the same sex and she slapped me." Y/n chuckled.

As Y/n talked, she slid down until her head was in Pierre's lap and her bottom was in Kika's. Kika played with Y/n's shirt while Pierre ran his hand through her hair the best he could but since it was curly, he had to settle for scratching her head. "And then what happened?" Kika asked, urging Y/n to continue, "She allowed me to stay for a bit longer, in the house, but there was constant verbal and physical abuse." Y/n swallowed.

"She thought that if they treated me the way others in the world would treat me, it'd convert me. They tried sending me to conversion therapy, but we got into a fight and I got kicked out. Luckily, the Leclerc's took me in and raised me to be the way I am now. I owe them my life. They're the only family I have now and they've tried to help me, but I refused therapy. I thought I had the right mindset, but now I realize that...I'm not as tough as i thought and the family's tracings did, in fact, get to me." Y/n sighed before realizing she was ranting about problems that they weren't apart of.

Y/n didn't realize just how comfortable she felt around them until she was spilling her past to them. “I just realized I’m trauma dumping to you. I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to hear this.” Y/n started to sit up, but Pierre pulled her back down while Kika gently pushed her down. “Mon cœur, if we didn’t want to hear, we wouldn’t have asked. We care about you. We…we love you and we want to hear things about you.” Pierre said, “The good or the bad. We want to know whatever it is you want to tell us.” Kika added.

Y/n looked into Pierre’s ocean blue eyes before locking eyes with Kika. The couple stared at Y/n expectantly, “What?” Y/n asked, eyes darting between the two. Pierre groaned and Kika sighed, Pierre thought she would get what they meant when he said it, but maybe saying it constantly as friends didn’t help.

They would have to find a way to confess that couldn’t be confused as a friendly gesture.

After getting dressed for the day, the three set off to walk around town. They were planning on showing Y/n around Italy by taking her to their favorite spots. Making sure her hands never left theirs or a hand was on her body at all times, they showed her all their favorite places before stopping at a cafe for lunch.

“Ah, this place is so cool,” Y/n said, swinging their connected hands back and forth, “Yeah? Do you think you can make it home? I know you’ve been thinking about moving to Italy or are you staying in Monaco?” Kika questioned. “Maybe. I mean, my family’s in Monaco, but you and Pierre are in Italy. So far, I think that I’m team Italy.” Y/n said absentmindedly.

Kika and Pierre shared an excited look. “Tonight. We tell her tonight.” Pierre mouthed to Kika, who agreed. They’d be confessing their love to Y/n tonight during dinner.

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Y/n sat on the beach while Kika and Pierre played in the water. She smiled and took some pictures for Instagram and Twitter later, knowing that Pierre would want some for the photo dump he posted sometimes before the next GP. The girl scrolled through Instagram, just looking at whatever her friends posted and looking at reels until she noticed one with her name in it.

Twitter/X when Y/n, Pierre, and Kika look so cute together, but they can't see it.

With the caption reading, 'I don't understand how they can be so obvious and oblivious at the same time.'

Y/n scrambled onto Twitter to find that she indeed was trending alongside Kika and Pierre. Pressing onto the hashtag with her name on it, she read the posts to see what people were saying

Y/n lowered her phone and stared ahead with wide eyes. Had she actually been missing the signs that Pierre and Kika had been throwing her? They were normally super close. Always touching and being super close, so it was hard for her to tell they wanted to be more than friends.

Y/n looked up at the blue sky, trying to think of anything that could've been seen as a hint as that they wanted to be more than friends with Y/n. Nothing came to mind until she started cycling through the things that they usually do with her throughout the years.

The kissing.

Y/n had never had that type of interaction between any of them before this year. She didn’t know when it started, but she knew it just happened one day and she never questioned it. Her forehead, her temple, her nose, her cheeks, her hands, and the top of her head. Now that she thought about it, there were times where they were close to kissing her lips and she just someone hadn’t noticed.

“What’s got you so concentrated?” Pierre’s voice spoke from behind her as he sat down so that she was between his legs, “Yeah, what’s got your attention like that?” Kika questioned, sitting in between Y/n’s legs.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I was just…thinking about stuff.” Y/n waved off their concern, wrapping her arms around the slightly older model while leaning against Pierre. “Are you sure? You looked deep in thought when we came up. We even called you, but you didn’t answer.” Kika said, “Everything is fine. Again, I was just thinking about something. Do you think we can get some gelato?” Y/n asked, quickly changing the subject.

Kika sat up excitedly, “Ooo, gelato sounds perfect. It’s a good idea. Let’s go!” Kika grabbed Y/n’s hand and ran to the nearest gelato shop, “Wait, Ki. What about Pierre?” Y/n asked, looking at the man who was still sitting on the beach with a confused look on his face. “We’ll get him some too. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you, even if it’s just a couple of minutes.” Kika flirted, batting her pretty little lashes at Y/n.

Y/n practically melted in her flip flops.

Now that she has been made aware that the two openly flirt with her, she was going to try and see it. She could now see that Kika tended to use her large brown eyes to her advantage and it always worked on her unknowingly.

“You’re adorable.” Y/n muttered, pinching Kika’s cheeks causing the girl to groan and slap her hands away, “Stop! You’re acting like my grandmother.” Kika whined. The girls walked up to the counter and ordered their gelatos with Pierre getting bacio, Kika getting stracciatella, and Y/n getting lampone.

“Pierre, we’ve got you gelato!” Y/n sung, playfully swaying hips in a weird dance as the two girls approached the man. “What did you get me?” Pierre asked, grabbing the gelato from Y/n’s hands, “Bacio.” Kika answered, “Mmm, lampone is so good. Do you two want to try?” Y/n asked, holding out a spoonful of her gelato out for Pierre.

Pierre stared into her eyes as he took the spoon in his mouth and licked his lips once she took the spoon back, “Cheeky.” Y/n whispered, turning to feed Kika some of it as well.

Y/n decided that if they were really into her, she’d openly flirt with them and let them make the first move. She wasn’t going to take the word of people online and possibly break up their perfect friendship or the couple’s relationship. If anything were to happen, she’d have to let them to do it to make sure that she doesn’t cross any boundaries and make them uncomfortable. “That real is good. Do you want some of mine?” Pierre asked. The trio kept feeding each other spoonful of gelato and making jokes.

Y/n began to feel uncomfortable with how bright the sun was. She reached into her bag and pulled it sunscreen, “We need to put this on. Tans are amazing, but possible skin cancer is not.” Y/n waved the bottle around. Y/n opened the bottle only to have it snatched out of her hand, “Hey!” Y/n gasped, looking at Pierre, “I’ll help you put it on.” Pierre offered. “I’d this and excuse to touch my ass?” Y/n teased, looking at Pierre through narrowed lids, “Who knows?” Pierre shrugged, smiling at the curly-haired girl.

Y/n lifted her hair up so that Pierre could get her neck, “Kika, sit in front of me. I’ll get you covered if you need sunscreen.” Y/n offered, pulling out another bottle of sunscreen. “Yes, please.” Kika crawled in between Y/n’s legs, putting her hair into a bun so none of the sunscreen got into it.

Y/n sat up so that she was on her knees with her legs in an “L” shape. Y/n opened the sunscreen bottle and began applying it to Kika when she felt Pierre’s hands brushing sand off her ass and then sunscreen being applied to her butt and thighs, “I feel like you’re having too much fun touching my ass, Mr. Gasly.” Y/n hummed, “Maybe I am.” Pierre played along, “You hear this, Kiki? We might have to run away together and leave Pierre behind.” Y/n joked as the model laid on her stomach to give Y/n better access to her body.

Y/n sighed, looking through her Instagram feed with a bored expression on her face. Kika and Pierre had gone out to do lord knows what while she stayed in the villa. Y/n groaned, throwing her phone on the bed. Maybe they were were on a date together and that's why they were taking so long to come back.

Y/n got off the bed and grabbed a towel, going to take a shower while waiting for the couple to come back from doing whatever it was that they were doing. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around her body, Y/n walked out into the bedroom and grabbed her lotion, deodorant, and stuff for her hair. Just as she was about to remove the towel, the door to the bedroom opened up.

“Merde, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were getting dressed.” Pierre cursed, turning so he wasn’t looking at her body anymore, “Shit, you scared me. You’re lucky that i didn’t take off my towel.” Y/n scolded. “Sorry!” Pierre apologized, but he didn’t make the move to leave the room. “Pierre, what’s taking so long?” Kika asked, pushing past him to see Y/n in nothing but a towel.

Kika pulled an outfit out of a bag and tossed it on the bed, “Here put that on and come out when you’re done.” Kika ordered, pulling Pierre out of the doorway and shut the door behind her. Y/n moisturized her body and held up the outfit that was tossed to her. She recognized that this was an outfit that she had bought when she and Kika went shopping together before the trip.

(If you don’t like the outfit, feel free to imagine your own. Just needs to be black)

She didn’t realize she had packed it.

Y/n put on a pair of boots, put her hair in twin buns, and (put on makeup or not. Your choice) walked out of the room to see that Kika and Pierre are also dolled up. Kika in a black mini dress and heels, and Pierre wearing black pants with thin white lines that crossed to male squares and a black button down.

“You guys look good!” Y/n spoke up, grabbing their attention. Pierre and Kika’s eyes scanned her body like they were staring and analyzing a piece of art, “You look amazing, minha vida.” Kika complimented, “So do you! My gosh, your legs are gorgeous.” Y/n said. Kika’s cheeks turned pink, “Oh, thank you. Pierre, didn’t she look good?” Kika asked, turning to Pierre, who was still staring at Y/n, but with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Pierre? Please stop staring.” Y/n said, looking away nervously, “Pierre.” Kika hissed, nudging her boyfriend. Pierre snapped back to attention and gave Y/n and wrapped an arm around Kika’s waist, “You look nice, chérie.” Pierre said, holding out his arm for Y/n to take.

Y/n looked at his arm and reluctantly took it. Even if the people on Twitter were right, Y/n still felt like she was home wrecking their relationship, which is why she decided to let them take control and comes if they really did like her. Y/n cleared her throat, “So, uh, where are we going?” Y/n asked as Pierre led the two of them to his car, opening the door and pushing the seat forward so Y/n could get into the back. “Out.” Pierre amswered cheekily, “But out where?” Y/n questioned as she put on her seatbelt, “We’re just going out for dinner. It’s the last day of our break together before Suzuka.” Kika explained.

Y/n nodded and looked out the window of the car. The only people who were talking were Kika and Pierre, who were mumbling low so she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Y/n was getting annoyed. After rubbing sunscreen on each others bodies, she thought they’d be more open and flirtatious with her, but it seemed like they were just pulling away more.

Maybe the people online were wrong. Maybe they were just seeing things and upon seeing something that wasn’t actually there, they convinced Y/n that the couple had wanted her the way she wanted them. Y/n sighed and looked down at her hands, maybe she was just being…what do the fans call it? Delulu?

Maybe she was being delulu when it came to her relationship with Kika and Pierre. She had an entire panic attack over being in love with another woman and possibly breaking up a relationship and it turns out it might’ve been justified. The woman’s mood soured right then and there. She didn’t want to go out anymore, but remained quiet because it wasn’t their fault she deluded herself into thinking that they’d love her the way she loved them.

“Y/n? We’re here.” Kika spoke, poking her with her mini Kelly, “Oh? Yeah, I’m coming.” Y/n said, trying not to let the emotion she was feeling bored into her voice. Y/n exited the car, ignoring the hand Pierre was offering to her and walked in the restaurant ahead of the couple, “Does she seem upset to you?” Kika asked, “Yeah, I don’t know. Are you sure we should do this tonight?” Pierre inquired. “We should. It might improve her mood.” Kika said.

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It was well into the night and meals were halfway eaten by the time the two were ready to confess. Y/n was just ready to go home because she was tired and didn’t want to continue third wheeling. At the same time, she had no right to be upset when she was the one who deluded herself into thinking they genuinely were interested. Kika wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin before putting it down, "Y/n, there's something we have to--"

"Excuse me."

A new voice interrupted Kika's sentence causing all eyes to turn to the person who interrupted the said woman. It was a gorgeous man with red and black dyed hair, "Hello, can I help you?" Y/n asked politely, "I apologize if this straightforward, but I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to ask if you wanted to come hang out with me." The guy said. Y/n wasn't really interested in him the way he was with her, but she was kind of upset and tired of being the third wheel on this outing, so she didn't see why she couldn't get to know someone new.

The man held out a hand for her to take if she was interested. Y/n looked at the hand and put her hand into his, "Do you guys mind if I go with him? You can make this a date or something." Y/n said, standing up. "It is a date so you can't leave!" Kika blurted, "What do you mean by that, Kika?" Y/n asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Y/n, we just wanted to spend time with you before we all had to go back to our respective jobs. We don't want you blowing us off for some random ass-- person you just met." Pierre spoke, "Then it should be alright if he sits with us, right? And what were you going to say before you changed the word to person? " Y/n questioned. She wasn't trying to be difficult or break up the time they were spending together, but instead trying to take her mind off of the couple and maybe fall in love with someone available.

"Nothing. He was going to say nothing. Y/n, please sit down and let him go. We are just trying to have a nice evening with you." Kika said, "Kika, I understand that and I'm sorry for trying to invite some random dude out of the blue, but I was tired of being the third-wheel. I want to have someone to talk to while you're being all lovey dovey with each other." Y/n sighed, turning to the guy. "I'm sorry, but can we rain check?" Y/n asked

The man pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed a paper napkin nearby, bending down and using the table to write something on the napkin, "Don't worry about it. Finish hanging out with your friends and call me whenever. The name's Milo by the way." The guy said, gently placing the paper into her hands.

"It was lovely meeting you." Y/n said, waving as he left. Once Milo was gone, Y/n turned to the couple with a scowl before taking a deep breathe and sitting down. "Listen, Y/n. We didn't mean to ruin your chances at possibly meeting someone you could have a future connection with, but--" "It's fine. It's whatever. I was... never mind. I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling it tonight." Y/n sighed again.

"And that's fine. We are sorry as well. Right, Pierre?" Kika asked, turning to her boyfriend, "No." Pierre answered causing both girl's heads to shoot up, "What?" Kika gasped, "What do you mean by "no"?" Y/n asked. "I meant no. Listen, I'm sorry you feel like the third wheel and I'm sorry you felt like we weren't giving you enough attention..."

"Pierre, what are you..." Kika started

"We actually invited you to this trip because we had something we've been meaning ot tell you..." Pierre continued

"Pierre..." Kika warned.

"We both love you and before you say that you love us too, we love you. As in, we want you to be our girlfrien--" "Pierre!" Kika hissed, hoping to cut him off before Y/n could fully hear him, but it seemed like it was too late. Y/n sighed, "I know that this is a--''

"Finally. I thought I was being delusional." Y/n gave a sigh of relief. The couple shared a confused look before looking to Y/n, "What do you mean by that?" Pierre questioned, "You think I'd let you touch my ass if I didn't like you? I was oblivious for the first part, but something enlightened me and I saw that it was pretty obvious." Y/n shrugged.

"We were trying to make it obvious, but we didn't expect you to actually get the hints." Kika muttered, "I'm oblivious, not stupid." Y/n joked. "So that finally means I can do this." Pierre surged forward and kissed Y/n deeply, "Pierre, we're still the restaurant." Kika said, pulling him back until he let go of Y/n.

"Wow, I didn't expect that." Y/n said, "You guys go wait by the car while I pay." Pierre suggested. Kika grabbed Y/n's hand and lead her outside while Pierre called the waiter so he could pay the bill.

Pierre also ordered a bottle of wine to go before exiting the resturant to see his girlfriend cuddled up to Y/n. Both girls had dopey smiles on their faces and Y/n had Kika's lipstick smeared on her lips, which gave Pierre an idea of what went on while he was paying. "This means you'll take us as your lovers, no?" Pierre asked, "Yeah, of course." Y/n nodded.

Kika cheered, throwing her arms around the two taller people, bringing them into a group hug. "Ah! Amo-vos muito." Kika muttered, burying her head in Pierre's neck, "Je vous aime tous les deux beaucoup." Pierre spoke before Y/n said it in her own native language.

The trio then went home as a newly formed throuple.

I'm sorry I rushed the ending and at one point I had no idea where this was going. I might take this down and rewrite it, but for now, here's you part two

#pierre gasly social media au #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 fic #formula 1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 x female reader #formula one imagine #formula one imagines #formula one fanfiction #formula one fanfic #formula one instagram au #f1 instagram au #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #kika gomes x reader #pierre x kika #pierre gasly x reader x kika gomes #cw poly #tw poly #black reader

[a-whispering-echo]

horror is having an actual soul attack in that last frame

#undertale au #undertale #dust sans #undertale au fanart #dusttale #dusttale sans #killer sans #dust!sans #killertale #horror sans #murder time trio #murder!sans #murder sans #horrortale sans #horror!sans #horrortale #killer!sans #something new!sans #something new sans #undertale something new #bad sanses #mtt poly #?? #sugestive #cw suggestive #we dont mention that Dust has a fucking 9 head okay? #shh

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: please know that I can't say Ghost anymore. I can only say Ghoap. Ghoap is love. Ghoap is life. Ghoaposaurus Rex. part one is here.

Believe it or not, the transition into a full-fledged relationship was as anti-climatic as it could get. Thank Soap for addressing the elephant in the room. ("...So... we're together, right?") Cue Simon grunting and you just shrug your shoulders. ("Sure thing.")

And as much as Ghost loves y'all, he also sees this relationship as the biggest fuck you to his father he can possibly give. Fuck you, old man. You never thought he was capable of this, did you? Miserable bastard.

Initially, he'd freeze up and was a little awkward when you and Soap showered him in attention. He's gotten so used to it now that he doesn't freeze up like he used to, even in public. Simon will stare onlookers down. What the fuck are you looking at? Mad that you don't have two gorgeous-as-sin lovers who fucking adore you and will fuck you senseless? Tough shit, mate.

Ghost has made it a point to never bend over in your presence again. Imagine turning around to see two sets of eyes practically eyefucking him.

But it's not like he's any better. He practically eyefucks you two ALL. THE. TIME. And in typical Ghost fashion.

Soap also gives no fucks and will dole out compliments like it's no one's business. Get used to it, love.

You and Soap have also made it your personal mission to see what makes Simon blush.

And though he's not as touchy-feely in public, Ghost's PDA usually just involves brushing and/or leaning against the two of you.

At home is an altogether different matter. You three absolutely have to be touching in some fashion when you're on the couch.

When they're away, affection for Johnny and Simon is usually a clasp of the shoulder. Usually. Away from prying eyes, however, it's a simple press of their foreheads together for reassurance.

Ghost and Soap absolutely love it when you wear their shirts to bed. Goes doubly so when they're away on duty.

They'll also get worried if they don't hear from you (be it through text or call) at least once a day.

You found out firsthand that Johnny is the one who will fight for your honor in a pub bathroom. Simon just wants to go outside and talk. Yep.

Though Ghost will never admit it, since getting with you two, the nightmares of his childhood and the echoes of his father's words have lessened considerably. He hesitates to talk about his life out of fear of you two leaving him. One of these days, he'll tell you everything.

Your lock screen is a picture of you and Soap kissing Simon on his cheeks and he's mid eye-roll. It's so fucking hilarious that Johnny made it his lock screen as well. Simon was NOT impressed.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x reader x soap #simon riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #task force 141 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #poly palooza. #just 141 things. #cw: mentions of abuse

[kalpasoft]

reposting this scene because the last version had a typo.

#body horror #indie game #they speak from the abyss zenith #low poly #cw flashing #video

[pie-bean]

Nobody asked for it, but here are a couple of close-up pics of fleas!

#ruby was doing exercise while getting attacked by them and dealing with me taking pictures of her inside of her personal space #oh crap i forgot to actually help her with the fleas aslknbgb #cw insects #cw bugs #tw insects #cw fleas #fleas #insects #bugs #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #mine #acnh screenshots #acnh bugs #low poly

[vanillaberrychills]

Hello!

I've recently joined Tumblr and it's abit overwhelming but could I request some fluff/comfort from poly 141 about reader struggling with ED and body disphoria? No smut just a bunch of fluff :))

cw: disordered eating, body dysphoria, spoon feeding someone, overall sensitive topics discussed

an ;; just checking, are you the same person as the last poly ed request? i don't mind i just want to be sure! 😊 // not proofread

— Winter was the worst season to feel this way; everyone typically going home for the holidays, off to see their families and enjoy warm meals made by love. You.. didn't though. Sure, there was the excuse of having all your favorite men right at base, enjoying the time you guys spent together. But if you were being truthful, you desperately needed your big strong men to give you some comfort.

Though you never directly expressed what was wrong, they were all smart and capable men. Kyle was the first to notice, being the most gentle with you in the relationship. If you were upset about something, he would probably be the first to comfort you. And oh, love, he really did try.

He decorated your crappy room on base with girly flower stickers on the mirror, sticky notes about how pretty you were. He really tried to express just how beautiful you were to him, at the expense of copying some teenage girl's random Pinterest board, sure.

Kyle was also the type to buy you pretty clothes for no reason other than seeing new fabric hang off your body. He'd take your hands every time you shied away from him, peppering messy, wet, kisses on your finger tips.

Johnny wasn't exactly as compassionate as one would expect, rather he took an awkwardly more proactive role. Every now and then he'd come by at midnight, big plate of your favorite food that he held up with both hands like a guilty little thief.

A few shy kicks to the ground showing just how shy Johnny was. He wasn't used to your sterotypical puppy love, he was a man whore through and through back in basic. So when Johnny got placed on a squad and fell in love with you, he fell hard. So honestly, it was no surprise his approach on this situation was to spoon feed you while gently talking about what he did today.

And oddly enough, there was something so comforting about his scoops of food placed in your mouth, telling you "S'okay, bon'. Jus' another bite for me, ya?"

He'd probably cover your eyes and kiss where his hand hovered, telling you sweet things about your smile. Sometimes he would even utter silly things like, "Thank God Simon is out now, can't imagine 'aving to share this pretty lass all night."

Speaking of Simon, he probably understood the least about your struggle. In his eyes you were perfection. His very own warm body of love to take care of and soothe. He probably spoiled you the most as well, buying you your favorite anythings just to see your glowy expression stare up at him.

He was the only you actually had to tell about your struggles, a long, and very private conversation filled with your embarrassment, occasionally choked sobs, and your frustrated sighs. When it came to an end, Simon was stroking a hand through your hair, lightly combing it with his fingers. All he could do was think, before uttering to you. "I don't get it, love."

It made your eyes sting with big wet tears, seeing your lips frown only made him kiss the little quivering section. "I don't get it, because 'm in love with you, pretty girl. Just take your time, I'm....we're all here for you."

Lastly, the oldest among your lovers, Price. An old, sweet soul, who could be surprisingly stern at times. He was fucking great at fixing your problems, any and all of them. It somewhat annoyed the other guys when he got first dibs with you.

However, they thoroughly enjoyed seeing Price tug you on his lap, offering you a sweet little bite of whatever he saw you eye balling before you approached. He would do it so casually as well, you wouldn't even think about it. Too busy trying to keep up with the barrage of conversations and the constant poking of your bottom with a spoon.

Price was a man well appreciated for his resourcefulness, manipulative ability, military tactic, and his ability to have you eat your dinner and down for a nap in less than forty-five minutes. Probably grumbling to the guys about how "they only had one job" and how "they fucking sucked at it.". So cruelly reprimanding them for not properly babying their sweet girlfriend.

At the end of the day, each and every single one of them had a different method of expressing their care for you. But when things would eventually work out, you'd wake up very early in the morning to all of them absolutely dog piling you, snoring into your body and doing grabby hands to your clothes, desperate for your closeness.

Winter was the hardest season, but poly! 141 made it all the more easier. <3

#cw: disordered eating #cw: ed mention #cod 141 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #captain john price x reader #polyamory #poly 141 #cod x reader #soap cod #kyle gaz x you #gaz garrick #vanillaberrychills❗ #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #captain price x reader #captain price

[crevicedwelling]

first babies from the Armadillidium maculatum “Yellow Zebra”! this genus is so very tiny when they’re newborn

#Armadillidium maculatum #isopods #roly poly #bugs #cw bugs #crustaceans

[gemini-sensei]

Fake text ideas? 💨 Gottu

Group Chat goin' Crazy after finding out the reader is seemingly dating both Robby and Hawk.

Meanwhile the two are Sandwiching our reader in a smoke/sex Sesh.

Poly!Robby Keene x Chubby!Reader x Hawk Moskowitz Text AU

CW: high sex, dp, unprotected sex, biting and scratching (unedited)

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Robby's lips dragged along Reader's shoulder and up to her neck as she pressed her ass into him. Hawk was quick to pull her hips toward him and swivel them as his mouth played with her nipple. She was pathetically limp between them as their cocks stuffed her cunt full, leaving them to guide her body in every way under the sun that would make all of them feel good. So as Robby kissed along her succulent neck, he watched Hawk suck on her tit and gently bite into it with his teeth. Reader moaned between them heavily.

There was an abandoned, half smoked blunt on the nearby end table. Robby had remembered to at least smudge it out before it wasted away. They all knew how Reader got when she was high, needy and whiney, which both guys loved. Her moans were so sweet, music to their ears as they basked in the high. Hawk enjoyed a nice smoke followed by sex, as Robby always brought them the best stuff. And Robbu loved how Hawk was just a little bit more honest when he was high.

"Fuck! Love fucking this tight, fat cunt," Hawk grunted with each thrust. He pulled Reader's hips into his as they moved, her knees dug into the sheets, her hands gripping his biceps tight. On on top of all that, her cunt squeezed his and Robby's cock together, making them rub against each other so deliciously. He loved it. "Oh, fuck, Robby... gonna make me come."

"Is that so?" Robby teased, grinning down at his lust struck boyfriend. He throbbed at the admission, as Hawk usually liked to keep such thoughts to himself just to mess with him. "Then come. Fill up our pretty girl. I wanna feel you do it."

"Jesus Christ," Hawk muttered, feeling the way his own cock twitched. He looked at Reader between them, her eyes glassy and her mouth fallen open with needy moans.

She tightened around them and he decidedly moved his hand down to her pussy, pushing his thumb against her clit. He rubbed the swollen nub and listened to her gentle moans raise in pitch and fall oit of tune. Her nails dug into his skin and he sucked in a breath, but kept making the small circles against her clit.

The desire in her belly grew stronger, winding her up until the inevitable snap. Her cunt spasmed around their cocks, liquid heat gushing over them as she cried out their names. Robby fucked into her harder as he neared his end, butnit was Hawk who tipped over first with the way Reader's gummy walls gripped him. He pressed her to him, making her back bow and present more of her sensitive cunt to Robby.

He grabbed her hips and fucked up into her, dragging his cock along Hawk's stilled, throbbing shaft. He felt her cunt milking them both, her hot arousal as it leaked out around him and down his thighs, and Hawk's thick cum filling her up. It was enough to bring him to his end and he bit into Reader's shoulder to keep his moans at bay, so used to being quiet. It made her claw at Hawk's arms as she yelped, soon moaning with him, and Hawk seethed through his teeth. Robby pressed his hips into Reader's ass hard, coming into her over stuffed, over used pussy as Hawk started to taper off.

They stayed like that for a while, even after Robby finished; Reader laying against Hawk's check as he sat on his haunches and Robby behind her, kissing and licking at the fresh bite mark he'd made on her shoulder. She all but fell asleep, but roused as Robby started to pull out of her. She shuddered as a glob of their mixed cum slid out of her and down Hawk's balls, making him groan as her walls clenched around him.

Then she picked up her head and asked, "Can I have the blunt again?"

#poly hawk and robby #hawk x reader x robby #fake texts #eli moskowitz smut #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #robby keene x chubby reader #robby keene smut #robby keene #robby keene x reader #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #cobra kai smut #cw smoking #text fic #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

[nocasdatsgay]

The Siren’s Song

Day 5 of @polyacotarweek Favorite Tropes (Sex Pollen and Mating Bonds 😉)

Pairing: Nesta/Cassian/Azriel | Rating: E | Word Count: 2667

Poly Week Master Post | Read here on Ao3

Warnings: Unadulterated smut. Sex Pollen Trope. Slight dub con

Summary: Nesta Cassian and Azriel go to the middle to investigate an illegal trade route that is involved in some assaults in the Court of Nightmares. But instead of a headquarters they stumble upon the very field that’s being harvested.

AN: This lovely fic Called I Pretend You’re Mine All the Damn Time by daycourtofficial is what reminded me of how much I love the sex pollen trope. If you like Az/reader and this trope, go read it.

Tagging: @saltedcoffeescotch @hieragalbatorixdottir @ysmtttty @mybestfriendmademe

“The camp is empty.” Azriel landed beside Nesta and Cassian. 

She took in her surroundings; the small clearing with a few tents and a small campfire in the middle was indeed empty. They’d been tracking the trade route for a week and planned on ambushing them. Instead they found nothing. 

“Maybe they knew we were coming.” Cassian crossed his arms. “Wasted all this time for nothing.” 

“Or maybe something else found them first,” Nesta pointed to the tent on the right, which had the sides shredded. 

She looked back at Cassian and Azriel, both shooting each other concerned looks. The Middle was not a safe place. Nesta knew that first hand. She walked over to the tent; she could smell something rotten- food it looked like. The tent was full of supplies left behind. Something definitely came here and took out the residents. 

“Found a map.” 

She moved out of the tent to see Az and Cassian looking over a large roll of paper. Az lowered it so she could look as well. It was a crude drawing of The Middle, some blank spaces with others filled in. A circle over an area in red caught her eye. 

“Maybe they went there,” she pointed at the circle. “They marked it for a reason.” 

“Wouldn’t hurt to check it out,” Cass looked to Az. He didn’t disagree. “Let’s go so we can head home. I’m tired of this spy shit.” 

“It’s only been a week. Big baby,” Nesta teased. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The flight was short. Nesta held tight to Cassian as they flew. She too was ready for this to be over. The field seemed no different than any other they’d come across. Az signaled for them to land, Cassian following wordlessly. As they got closer the grass seemed to be speckled with white. It wasn’t until they landed that they realized the whole field was covered in small star shaped flowers. 

No sooner than he let go of Nesta, placing her on her feet, Cassian began sneezing repeatedly. Nesta stepped back and yellow pollen kicked up around her feet. 

“Don’t move,” Az said, his shadows flurrying about him. 

“Why?” Nesta shifted and kicked up more pollen, making Cassian sneeze again. 

“Stop Nesta,” Az panicked. Nesta and Cassian stood still as stone. “We need to leave. Right now.”

“Why?” 

Cassian sneezed so hard his wings flew out. Pollen kicked up high, covering all three of them. Az cursed and he moved, pollen flurrying around him and his shadows. He grabbed Nesta and Cassian and pulled him into his shadows. 

They reappeared at the House of Wind.  

“We need to bathe this shit off, now,” Az beckoned them to follow. 

“Azriel, what the hell is this shit,” Cassian tried to dust himself off. It only smeared on his leathers. 

“It’s,” Az looked pained. “It’s Siren’s Dust.”

“What does that mean?” Nesta felt Cassian stiffen beside her. 

“That shit is a myth,” Cassian snapped. He sneezed again. 

“What does it do?” 

Nesta watched Az tug at his collar, his shadows disappearing under his wings. Nesta didn’t realize she, too, was tugging at her leathers. Cassian scratched his neck beside her. 

“We need to bathe and lock ourselves in our rooms until it gets out of our system.”

“Neither of you are telling what it is,” Nesta stomped over to Az and his wings flared out. 

“Nes don’t,” he stepped back. She did not stop and Az couldn’t help himself; he grabbed her, shoving her against the wall. “Cassian, come get her out of here.” 

Heat flared through her. She could smell his arousal and surprisingly her own. Azriel’s pupils were blown and he still looked pained. She wanted to kiss him. She looked to Cassian, he was walking to them and her gaze dropped down to the bulge between his legs. He was turned on too. Nesta let out a noise- a sigh and a moan. Az whimpered. 

It clicked for Nesta what was happening. “It’s an aphrodisiac,” she panted. 

“Yes,” Az said through gritted teeth. “We need to get it off of us and wait it out.” 

Cassian stopped beside them. He too looked pained. But instead of grabbing Nesta, he gripped Az’s hair and pulled him up into a kiss. The two males sighed loudly as their lips met. The lightning of want shot through her and she almost fell to her knees. Azriel was the only thing holding her up. Cassian pulled back and rested it on Azriel’s forehead, both of them panting. 

“Take us to the guest room,” Cassian panted. “The one with the shower.” 

Az nodded and shadows enveloped them all once again. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Nesta had to be dreaming. 

Her whole body was on fire and she was in the middle of Cassian and Azriel in the shower. She had to be dreaming. In what world would she be so lucky? Azriel’s hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit while she could feel his cock rubbing against her ass. All while she stroked Cassian’s and kissed him with her tongue in his mouth. 

They’d long since washed off the pollen. They somehow managed to keep their hands to themselves until Az decided to grab her and lick at her neck. Now they were all moaning, trying to get each off. Az explained through heated kisses that it would take a while to wear off. He even tried to leave but Nesta and Cassian both weren’t having it. 

She came first, those textured fingers making her pull away from Cassian yell as she clenched around nothing. Cassian and Azriel both groaned, Cassian coming all over her hand and Az on her back. She could hear the thuds of their wings trying to flare out, which made her laugh loudly. 

That cleared their head but not by much. Just enough for them to rinse off and get out of the shower to dry. Nesta was putting her hair up when she turned to find the boys kissing again. Heat bloomed between her legs again. 

“You two look like you’ve done this before,” her voice sounded as hazy as she felt. 

Az pulled back, Cassian went for his neck. “We,” Az groaned, his cock hardening again. “We’ve fucked before, Nes.”

That made Nesta weak in the knees. “I want to watch,” she replied. 

“No,” Cassian pulled away and gave her a look that made her cunt throb. “No, I think we want you with us.” 

Thank the cauldron, the guest bed was huge. Az was tossed by Cassian onto the bed and Nesta crawled up between his legs. Gods his cock was pretty and everything she imagined. She didn’t ask as she took him into her mouth, both of their moans filling the air. 

Nesta bobbed her head and hollowed out her cheeks when she felt the bed sink behind her. She pulled back, cursing as Cassian pushed into her from behind. 

“Keep going, baby,” Cassian said, thrusting into her again. “I wanna see my good girl choke on his cock.” 

She clenched around him- when was the last time he called her a good girl? She did as she was told, taking Azriel’s cock in her mouth and forcing it down her throat. Az let out a strangled curse and his hands went into her hair. 

“So good, Nes,” Az panted. “Gods Cassian, she beautiful.” 

“Wait until you see her ride you,” Cassian chuckled. He grabbed her hips to hold her still while he thrusted into her harder. 

Nesta almost came at the thought of Az buried deep in her. She pulled back and licked up his length, swirling her tongue on the head. Cassian’s movements were getting sporadic. Something cold touched her clit- she looked between her legs to see a shadow swirling above as Cassian fucked her. 

“I knew it,” she looked up to see a smug Az. “I knew you used them for sex.”

Az didn’t say anything but the shadow and Cassian hit her both just right that she squealed. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” Cassian said behind her. “Come on my cock while you have Az in your mouth.” 

She nodded and took Az back down her throat while she used both hands to hold herself up. It didn’t take much more for her to come, a muffled yell on Azriel’s cock making him come down her throat. Cass was right behind them both, thrusting deep into Nesta, spilling in her with his wings flared out. 

Another brief moment of clarity passed between them all. She pulled her mouth off Az and he scooted up the bed looking sheepish. She wiped the seed and drool off her lips and Cassian eased out of her. He moved off the bed and she could hear him walk to the bathing room again, probably to get a towel. 

“I’m sorry,” Az pulled his legs up to cover himself. “You two should go, it only lasts a few more hours I think.” 

Cassian came back and wiped up the mess between Nesta’s legs. 

“But I still want to ride you,” she said bluntly as she sat up on her knees. 

“That’s the pollen talking,” Az shook his head. 

Cassian laughed loudly. “No, Nesta’s been wanting this for a while.” 

“I’ve had two males before.” Nesta couldn’t be bothered to be ashamed. “But they weren’t either of you.” 

The pollen was hitting her again. Nesta could smell arousal spiking in the air and heat flushing her body again. She looked at Az with her piercing silver eyes. 

“Do you want us to leave?” 

“No,” he said immediately. “Gods no.” 

“Then let me ride you. I want to feel you inside me, Az.” 

Az cursed but lowered his legs, his length had hardened once again. She crawled over him and pressed her chest to his and kissed him. He tasted as good as she expected. His hands grabbed her ass, kneading the flesh and forcing her cunt to rub against his cock. She pulled back and reached between them, wasting no time sinking down onto him. 

He felt so different from Cassian- longer but not as thick. Still it felt right. She let herself adjust, head falling back with a sigh. She didn’t notice Cassian crawl up the bed beside them. His wings were tucked in, his own cock hard and curled up to his chest. 

“Okay pretty girl, show Azzie what you got.” 

That first lift and drop made her wince. Az was longer than Cassian by only a small bit but it was enough to make a difference.

“You okay?” Az whispered. 

She nodded. “I’m not used to the length.” Cassian busted out a laugh and Az’s cheeks darkened. “Just need to not overestimate it.” 

She sat up straighter and did it again. It didn’t hurt that time. It was easy to find a rhythm, pleasure coiling in her stomach and thighs quickly. Az used one hand to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. The other reached over to stroke Cassian’s cock. 

She watched one shadow come up onto her other breast, brushing her nipple and another slide down Az’s stomach to settle between her legs again. This orgasm was slower- not as strong but still made her yell when she broke, throbbing tight around Az. He and Cassian both groaned, Az coming inside her and Cassian spilling on his stomach and Azriel’s hand. 

Another bout of clarity and another haze swept over them. They went slower the next round, Nesta on Cassian’s face, licking up their cum while Az rode him behind her. Another round with Nesta on her back, Cass inside her and Az inside him. Nesta stroked their wings at one point, finding all the spots that had her males singing. Hours later there wasn’t a position they hadn’t been in already. 

Nesta herself was starting to feel sore and tired, the haze not taking her over like it had before. She laid between Cassian and Azriel, hot and sticky from sweat and other things. Az buried his face against her arm and pillow. Cassian was on his side, a hand resting on her sternum. 

“I think it’s over,” Cassian murmured. 

“Good, I’m tired,” Nesta closed her eyes. “I don’t think I could walk if we had to do another round.” 

She felt Azriel stir beside her, and she opened her eyes to watch him sit up. He didn’t look at either of them. 

“I’ll go clean myself up,” he whispered. His shadows seemed agitated as they flurried around him. 

“Stay,” Nesta reached out her hand to grab his. She squeezed it tight. “We’ll nap and then clean up.”

Az didn’t move. His wings were tucked in tight. She knew what he was thinking and it made her ache in her chest. 

“Please stay,” she whispered. 

“I don’t think I can handle it,” he finally replied back, his voice cracking. 

“What do you mean?” Cassian sat up on the bed and frowned. “Az don’t-“ 

“We did what we had to do.” He snapped. He turned and she could see the pain in his eyes. “Just let me go so we can get back to normal.” 

“No,” Nesta squeezed his hand again. Her chest ached more. She sat up beside Cassian and looked Azriel in his eyes. “Stay with us. This- this can be our new normal.” 

He shook his head. “But you’re mates. And I-”

Nesta didn’t know at that moment what came over her. She just knew Azriel needed to stay, that if she let him leave that bed- she moved to him and pulled him into a kiss. That ache in her chest eased and when he kissed her back something else tightened. 

She pulled back with a gasp. 

He shook his head with panic in his eyes. “That’s not-“ he looked past her and his shoulders hunched, like he’d been stuck in the chest. 

Nesta turned to Cassian and his mouth was dropped open. Did that mean-

“Holy Mother,” Cassian let out a breath. 

“It’s a trick,” Az said. She turned to see him shake his head. He tried to pull away and Nesta kept a grip on his arm. “It’s probably a trick of the Siren’s Dust.”

“Az, it’s not,” she shook her head. “Az we’re-“ 

“Don’t say it,” Az's voice broke. “Please don’t.” 

Nesta could feel his grief and worry, a bond now present and wide open. She could feel Cassian too, his worry and love for Az pulsing on her end. 

“We’re mates,” she whispered and tears fell down her cheeks. “We are your mates, Azriel.” 

“But how?” He asked and looked between them. He watched Nesta let go and put her hand to her chest when he tugged it. “Two mates?” 

Nesta felt Cassian shrug, moving on the bed to be closer to them both. 

“We can have Amren or Rhys check,” he said, his tone soothing for the panic coming off Azriel. “It’s there. I would know, I have one. Gods, this whole time,” Cassian laughed a little harshly. “We were mates this whole time.”

“Why don’t we clean up,” Nesta offered. “We clean up and have a good nap. Together. Then we can talk about it.”

Az hesitated but agreed. They all got out of bed and cleaned themselves up. As she feared it hurt to walk, but she didn’t regret it. The House changed the sheets when they returned and Cassian was the first to pass out snoring. Nesta looked over at Az, his hazel eyes watching her. She reached out and took his hand, stroking her thumb over his knuckles. 

“I prayed for a mate,” Az whispered in the dark. “I never got one. I thought the Mother had cursed me for being selfish.”

“I would know about being cursed, Az,” she whispered back. “We can be cursed together now.” 

“We are if he snores like that all the time.”

They both snickered, even more so when Cassian let out a louder snore. Once they finally settled, she sent her love down the bond to Az. Just as she fell asleep she realized he sent her love back. 

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