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wri0thesley · 2 years

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right before your eyes - ayato x reader x thoma (3k)

you are willing to pay any price for your lord’s . . . unusual tastes. thoma’s price, though, feels a little steeper.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. power imbalance (reader and thoma both work for ayato). sub reader and sub thoma, condescending mean dom ayato. thoma is getting cucked hard. fingering, masturbation, bondage, a little dirty talk, grinding against one’s shoe. coming in underwear (thoma). reader is referred to as ‘darling’, ‘songbird’, ‘birdie’, thoma is called ‘good boy’. reader is afab but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

Thoma strains against his bonds, a soft noise escaping from his parted lips, his eyes going dark and wide and hungry - as Ayato steps away and leaves his handiwork fully visible. Your Master smiles at you both and takes an elegant seat on the bed beside you, his fingers curling over your leg and pulling it further onto his lap, hooking it over his own thigh, to ensure that Thoma has only the best view possible.

Thoma’s view, coincidentally, currently consists of your body, utterly bare. Your legs spread wide to reveal the slick space between them; wet, glistening, and entirely untouched by anyone. So far.

“My, Thoma,” Ayato almost purrs, his eyes narrowing as they flitter from you to his loyal retainer, lips curving into that wicked smile which always spells trouble. “You’re practically salivating.”

Ayato’s hand brushes over his own crotch; his cock is tenting the fabric already, the fine material pulled taut as he hums low in the back of his throat and lets his eyes go half-lidded. Thoma’s teeth dig into his bottom lip as he watches.

Ayato’s other hand comes to land on the soft skin of your thigh; gloved fingers brushing over where you’re already sweat slicked and warm, torturously close to your dripping centre but not yet wishing to dirty the silken fabric.

“Darling,” Ayato says to you. The pet name drips with affection, but it’s the affection that one gives to a loyal dog and not to their lover - nevertheless, your body responds yet again. Your heart thumps against your chest. Your breath grows short. The world seems to knit itself hot and tight around your head, leaving you in a fuzzy, confused headspace. “Touch yourself for us.”

Thoma lets out another whine. His green eyes are hungry and desperate; heat seems to coalesce all around him as if he’s in a swirl of his own hot haze, almost visible. That gaze does not move from where you and Ayato sit for a moment, and you hear the tell-tale sound of him straining against the rope that keeps his hands bound behind the back of the chair.

“Thoma,” Ayato warns, but it is fond despite the warning. “Come now. Our sweet little darling’s going to put on a show for us, aren’t you, pretty bird? Have a little patience.”

It is perhaps remiss of Ayato to refer to you as ‘theirs’; inferring on some level that Ayato is willing to share you. Ayato is only willing to share in so much as letting Thoma watch; letting him occasionally brush fingers over bare skin or fasten mouth to your thighs or sometimes use nothing but his tongue to trace the veins of Ayato’s cock. Thoma never gets to come.

Thoma gets to watch. Gets to enjoy. Gets to have himself pushed to the desperate needy entreating of your shared Master to please, please, if neither of you are going to touch him please at least let him touch himself--

The last time Ayato had deigned to let Thoma use his mouth on you, the fair-haired, gentle-souled retainer had lapped and sucked and licked at you like a man starved, hips grinding helplessly into the sheets of his own bed until he’d made a soft noise of surprise and Ayato’s musical voice had cut through your fog of pleasure to exclaim in delight;

“Thoma! How shameful. Did you just make a mess of yourself?”

There will be no such repeat of that today; instead, Thoma has been tied to a chair with wrists behind him. He’s been stripped of his jacket and his trousers; the width of his chest and the corded muscle in his biceps from handling loads of washing and heavy buckets straining as he tries to be a good boy for the young Master. The underwear that he wears pulled tense; his cock leaking precome through the fabric. There is nothing so soft as Thoma’s own immaculately laundered sheets for him to make a mess of right now - just the air above him, shimmering with heat, as Thoma struggles and flushes and sweats and gasps.

“Darling?”

You realise that you have paused. So distracted by Thoma; the big green eyes and the swollen lips and the puffs of breath that escape him, the way his fair hair falls over his face in sweat-soaked strands. Ayato pinches your thigh with the barest hint of impatience.

“S-sorry, My Lord,” you say, and Ayato rewards you with a smile - angles his head to yours to brush his lips over the crown of your head.

“Quite alright, little songbird,” he says. “Now . . . let us hear that pretty song of yours, won’t you?”

You bite your lip as you manoeuvre your fingers between your legs - let your fingertips skim the outer lips of your sex, as you squirm at the sensation. Thoma’s green eyes are transfixed on the space there; the sight of you spread wide open like a blossoming flower, as wet pools on the sheet beneath you.

“Aren’t they pretty?” Ayato hums, gloved fingers brushing your thigh higher and higher. One arm goes around your waist to drag you closer to him, to curve up higher and squeeze the weight of your breast. A sigh of pleasure dies in your throat. “Thoma. Tell them.”

“You’re beautiful,” Thoma rasps out, his gaze heart-wrenchingly wanting.

“Mm,” Ayato chuckles. The hand slipping up your thigh comes to hold onto your own instead; as he guides your fingertips to circle your fluttering hole. “I think you want something inside of you.”

“Yes, My Lord,” you agree, looking at him through pleasure and heat clouded eyes. He’s terribly handsome when he’s concentrating; the elegant lines of his face, his cheekbones, his mouth always turned up at only the very corners. “I-- may I?”

“You may,” Ayato tells you, and he even urges you to press two inside of you; to curl them just so, so that your fingertips brush against the spongy spot inside of you and your muscles twitch in pleasure. A gasp catches in your throat. “Ah. Let’s not forget about the rest of you, hm?”

He pulls his hand away from yours now that he’s assisted you in slipping fingers inside of you, but the silken fingertip brushes your clit as he goes, sending a frisson of electricity right down your spine.

“Use your other hand,” he tells you - so you do. There’s a mountain of pillows behind you, so you do not quite fall, but you have to readjust your position a little - all it serves to do, though, is give Thoma a better view of the two fingers stuffed into your cunt and how your body has stretched to allow them.

You brush them over your clit, not yet giving it full attention - Ayato hums in pleasure once more, as if this is merely a garden party and he is being entertained by some four-piece band or other. Thoma’s presence fades in and out of your consciousness as you increase your speed and pressure and the world narrows to only the heat and pleasure that your fingers are providing; the part of your body where electricity sparkles and flares and makes the complicated knots inside of you unravel.

For a time, that’s all there is - but Thoma’s breath becomes hard to ignore.

He’s panting, desperate and wanting. He hasn’t been so much as touched, and yet he’s ruffled like someone who has been despoiled; hair out of place and lip bitten-swollen and cheeks all ruddy and pink.

You’re close. It’s not fair.

Ayato sighs.

“Don’t come,” Ayato warns you, as he stretches out one leg and hooks the tip of his shoe beneath Thoma’s chair, urging the retainer to use his unrestrained legs to shimmy it forward. “I’ll be very unhappy with you if you do.”

You make yourself slow down on the hand playing with your clit, despite the fact that your body is screaming for you to go faster and harder and let yourself tip over the delicious precipice of your orgasm. Ayato’s needs and wants and desires come first. Ayato gives you a warm smile before he turns his attention back to Thoma - who has indeed taken the hint and is much closer to Ayato than before.

This close, it’s clear to you how much of a mess this whole ordeal has left the housekeeper.

“Good boy,” Ayato praises, and Thoma visibly shudders. You feel yourself clench at the expression on Thoma’s handsome face, around the two fingers still inside of you - and Ayato laughs again.

“My poor little predictable staff members,” he says, leaning down to capture you in a kiss that is more a bite of your lower lip than anything else. You are too messy and far gone to do anything other than slackly attempt to kiss him back, and strings of shimmering gossamer drool stretch than break as he pulls away. “You both simply love being told you’re doing a good job.”

“A-anything for you, My Lord,” Thoma says, breathlessly - and Ayato smiles at him, delighted. You watch as one of Ayato’s expensive shoes edges up Thoma’s ankle - brushes his calf, to the inseam of his thigh, and then--

Thoma’s eyelashes flutter as Ayato presses the sole of his shoe against where his cock is straining in his underclothes. He makes a wet gurgle of pleasure that is nearly a sob.

He’s gone so, so long without stimulation - watched Ayato help you touch yourself, heard Ayato and you discuss how he would treat you if he were given permission . . . that even Ayato’s shoe is almost more pressure than he can handle.

“Shh,” Ayato says, with delight in his eyes. “Ah. You wanted to be touched, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Thoma says, and his hips blindly grind towards Ayato’s shoe despite the inherent humiliation of it all. “B-but--”

“Carry on touching yourself,” Ayato says to you. “Thoma. Watch them.”

The bite in Ayato’s voice is clear to hear - but so is the arousal that saturates every word, making them hang heavy in the air. Ayato is no longer rubbing at himself, but from the corner of your eye you can tell he’s just as hard as Thoma. He’s just . . . better at controlling himself.

Your thumb brushes your clit again and it almost pushes you over the edge. You breathe through the desire to come - Ayato has not said you may, and you know better than to do it without permission. The slick noises of your fingers sliding in and out of you are obscene, but no more obscene than Thoma’s low moans and pants as Ayato carries on exactly what he’s doing.

“Tell him how much you wish it were his cock,” Ayato says, as his shoe rhythmically rubs against the bulge in Thoma’s underwear. Before you can speak, though, Thoma breaks in - too desperate to carry on being polite and well-mannered.

“M-my Lord,” Thoma says, voice broken, tears beading in his eyes. “Please-- if you carry on-- I don’t know if I can--”

“You’re getting off on it.” Ayato says with amused derision seeping from every syllable. “Oh, Thoma. You’re really a pervert, aren’t you? All of this time looking at me and our little songbird, imagining them . . . How many times have you jerked off thinking about us sucking your cock, hm?”

“My Lord--”

“Th-Thoma,” your voice makes him start, reedy and needy as it is; a trembling, snappable string. “I wish . . . I wish it were y-you touching me. Your fingers.” Thoma’s fingers are warm where Ayato’s are so often cool; calloused, where Ayato’s are immaculately maintained. Your cheeks heat. “Your . . . cock inside of me--”

(You have seen Thoma’s cock, though you have not taken it the same way you have taken Ayato’s. Ayato’s is longer; slender, pretty and pale, with a slight upward curve that makes you cry out into the ceiling - but Thoma’s is thicker. He flushes more deeply, leaks more slick precome over the girth of his shaft. You desperately want to know what it would feel like if Thoma were permitted to sheath it inside of you).

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ayato says, all saccharine sweet, but you can sense the way that his leg tenses; his foot grinding more sure and certain against Thoma’s cock. Thoma whimpers. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Thoma admits. “Archons, yes--”

“I’ll make sure you get a good view when I fuck them,” Ayato says, like he’s bestowing some grand honour upon Thoma. “Ah. . . perhaps I’ll make them cry out your name instead. Would you like that?”

Whimpers and groans and needy noises. Thoma is losing control of himself, that much is clear - you can hear a sizzling that you think might be his Vision flaring to life, threatening to singe at the ropes.

You’re close yourself. Your lips feel swollen from biting, your fingers all covered in your own slick as they slip and slide inside of you. You grind your thumb against the nub of your clit, feeling yourself hovering on the precipice.

And Ayato’s voice cuts through the almost-peak, soft and soothing and lilting as ever.

“Let me help, darling.”

A gloved hand over your own - a finger slipping inside of you, silken glove going sticky wet with your slick as it comes to rest between the two fingers that are still buried within your walls and you squirm in heated need. It’s almost too much; the stretch is unusual, almost painful - but his thumb pushes your own away and he uses his own hand to grind on your clit at the same time as he works his foot over Thoma’s crotch.

You come first.

It’s hardly a surprise; there have been fingers inside of you and on you for what seems like hours now, your body on full display, Ayato’s honey-soft words and Thoma’s hungry glances and desperate panting all serving to make you needier than anyone in the room - but still Ayato coos at you as you soak slick all over his fingers.

“Oh, songbird,” he’s saying, as you vocalise soft moans and whimpers into the frenzied air. “I said I would help you, not that you could come yet--”

Whatever he was going to say, though, is broken off by Thoma’s whining.

The pressure of Ayato’s shoe and the lack of sensation has finally gotten to him, too; his hips helplessly rutting up into the sole of Ayato’s expensive footwear, his thighs trembling, beads of sweat rolling down his face as he pants and whimpers. A wet patch spreads over his underwear as feral delight takes over Ayato’s gaze and he loses interest in you for a moment.

“Thoma,” Ayato says. “Oh, Thoma . . . how filthy of you. Look what a mess you’ve made of yourself -- ahh, is that some on my shoe, too? Soaking through?” Thoma is trembling as Ayato eases his pressure only a touch; still almost petting at Thoma’s poor overstimulated cock through the fabric of his underwear as the retainer whimpers and shifts and huffs. “Oh, dear. I ought to make you lick it off.”

“My Lord--” Thoma whimpers. “A-apologies . . . I didn’t mean--”

“Neither of you can listen to instructions,” Ayato sighs, shaking his head, though a smirk is playing around his lips. “Oh dearie me.”

“I-I’m sorry, My Lord,” you respond to his sigh of faux frustration. “I-- please let me make it up to you . . .”

“Darling thing,” Ayato pulls his fingers out of you - smiles at you with endearment written clear on his face. “Of course you will.”

He turns to Thoma; leans forward, elbows on knees, and places the gloved hand that was formerly buried inside of you against Thoma’s lips.

“Be a good boy and make it up to me,” Ayato says. “Before I fuck our pretty songbird, take these off with your teeth, and perhaps when I’m done with them . . . we’ll see about letting you come again.”

It is not a promise; with Ayato, it very rarely is. You doubt that it will come to more fruition than Ayato perhaps letting Thoma spill his second load over your face or your chest; his come splattering on your bare skin. But Thoma’s eyes are still hazy as he wraps his mouth around Ayato’s fingers, as he sucks on the wet fabric a few times and drinks in the lingering taste of your sex before he makes any attempt to take them off with his teeth as Ayato asked.

Because the truth is stark, clear and real.

Both of you would do anything - absolutely anything - for your young Master. And if Thoma’s humiliation and your obedience is the price to pay for his pleasure, it is a price that you are both willing to see through.

Ayato smiles at Thoma. Rubs his thumb across the other man’s cheek - and stands, bestowing a soft kiss upon Thoma’s heated brow.

“Good boy,” Ayato says. “Let me give you a reward. Let me see. Ah, I know.” His smile doesn’t dissipate. “I’ll let you choose; which position would you like to see me fuck our dear little birdie in?”

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nortism · 3 months

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ellecdc · 16 days

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okay so I just wanted to start by saying I love you're moonwater stories so much.

Ive been thinking about this like paring ig for a bit and your recent moonwater story when r gets home from girls night just made me think of it more so if you're interested id love for you to do it.

Basically its like poly moonwater plus Barty ive been calling it moonwaterkiller in my head (idk if its already a ship or already has a name but I haven't been able to find anything) but basically I feel like r and Barty would be like a chaotic duo and reg and rem would just be like wtf a lot idk... I just think it has some potential and I just love your writing so fucking much.

(I also just love how you write Barty)

so if you're interested I think it would be cool

much love :)

I love the way your mind works babes. thanks for your request! (it's almost two am where I am so please forgive any awkward sentences or spelling mistakes). also, if I didn't completely lose everyone with my DeathStar fics - this may very well do it. && this was written with the help of our fabulous @unstablereader

poly!moonwater x chaotic fem!reader + Barty Crouch Junior

Regulus didn’t know whether to be concerned or slightly aroused at the slightly deranged way that Remus was stalking the halls in search of you and Barty.

You and Regulus had both at one point or another been in a friends-with-benefits situation with Barty (albeit separately) during your time in school, before you and Regulus went and fell in love with a Gryffindor.

Regulus still wasn’t quite over the humiliation; both of falling in love and falling in love with a Gryffindor.

Of course, you and Regulus both stayed friends with Barty; Regulus mostly because he couldn’t shake him (ignoring the fact that Regulus really was quite fond of his maniacal friend), and you because the two of you really were sort of two sides of the same hyperactive galleon.

And though Remus (and sometimes Regulus) liked to pretend that yours and Barty’s friendship caused them grief, they couldn’t deny how much they valued Barty’s loyalty and devotion to his friends; specifically you.

Regulus’ new favourite thing was easily Remus’ new found appreciation for Barty.

Up until this point, Barty had been his notoriously flirty and salacious self when it came to the likes of Remus, who wasn’t yet accustomed to Barty’s unique…personality.

However, once Remus realised the history between his two partners and the other Slytherin boy, he quickly came to appreciate the kind of pull Barty could have on people.

So, Remus had started flirting back.

Barty hated it.

Regulus loved it.

You started keeping track of the number of times Remus reduced Barty to a blushing and stuttering mess in your notebook.

Barty hated that too.

It was nearing curfew and Remus and Regulus hadn’t seen you all afternoon.

Usually that was fine, considering you were a bit of a free spirit. What was concerning, however, was that they hadn’t seen Barty either.

Regulus watched as Remus checked the stupid map that his brother and their friends had created when his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What? Don’t tell me they’re in the middle of the Black Lake again?” Regulus asked quickly, moving to stand over Remus’ shoulder to peer at the map.

“Again?”

“Don’t ask.” Regulus muttered.

“But…doesn’t Barty not know how to swim?”

“I said don’t ask.”

Seeming to know better, Remus turned back and pointed towards the Ravenclaw common room on the map. “It says they’re up in Ravenclaw tower?”

“For fuck’s sake.” Regulus muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

“How’d two Slytherin’s manage to get into Ravenclaw tower?” Remus asked bemusedly, earning him an unimpressed glare from Regulus.

“Remus, I love you, but that was perhaps the dumbest question you’ve ever asked me.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he closed the map and tucked it back into his trunk.

“Come on, we might be able to catch up to Pandora on her way up and have her help us in.”

They had indeed caught up to Pandora, and Pandora had indeed helped them in, though it seemed to be for naught.

“I thought your stupid map said they were here.” Regulus muttered as he surveyed the common room, unable to spot a single lick of green and silver.

“It’s not stupid and they are in here.” Remus muttered back, moving to stand in the dead centre of the room.

“How do you know they’re here if you can’t see them?”

Remus glared at Regulus before looking around to ensure no one could hear them. “I can smell them.” He whispered.

Well Regulus just didn’t know what good these wolfy senses were if they were still out two Slytherin’s.

“Shit.” Regulus heard whispered suddenly as a quill fell from the air and landed beside his foot.

Remus and Regulus both looked up to see you and Barty casually lounging in the chandelier above them.

“Are you sodding kidding me!?” Regulus shouted.

“I think our cover’s been blown.” You said simply to Barty as if you didn’t have two fuming and fretting boyfriends standing nearly forty feet give or take below you.

“Pity.” Barty responded as he peered down. “This was a nice refuge.”

“How’d you even get up there?” Remus cried, pacing like he was getting ready to catch you should you fall.

“Magic.” Barty taunted from above.

“Junior, so help me gods if that witch falls I-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lupin. I resent the insinuation that I would ever let anything happen to our sweet angel baby.” Barty bit back immediately.

“Okay, okay. Fair enough.” Remus acquiesced as if he were negotiating a hostage situation. “Why don’t you both just come down here, nice and slow, okay?”

Both you and Barty leaned forward to look down at the two boys, causing the chandelier to swing precariously.

“Fucking hells! Stop moving!” Remus shrieked, causing the attention of the few Ravenclaws sitting in the common room to look over.

“Such a worrier.” Barty muttered as he stood and started manoeuvring himself to the edge of the chandelier - you following him over and causing the chandelier to tip to a nearly 90 degree angle.

“I’m going to be sick, I’m actually going to throw up right here.” Regulus muttered mostly to himself whilst Remus tried to stand directly underneath you lest you need to be caught.

To Remus and Regulus’ absolute horror, Barty launched himself away from the chandelier, grabbing at the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling causing the chandelier to swing away from him like a pendulum.

“JUNIOR!” Remus shouted, causing Barty to momentarily look shamefaced as he looked below him.

As the chandelier swung towards the opposite wall, you too launched yourself at one of the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling and began monkey climbing down them.

“Can you make sure she doesn’t fall, please.” Remus barked at Regulus as he made his way towards Barty.

Barty let out a high pitched screech and began hastily making his way down the wall. “Run Treasure! Save yourself!” He shouted dramatically.

You turned quickly at that and saw Regulus making his way to you.

You let out a surprised squeak and hurried down, and before Regulus realised what you were doing, you had used your wand to open one of the windows and were shimmying out.

“Oi! What the-” but before Regulus could even shove his torso out the window, you’d managed to shift into your animagus form - a mink, which Regulus felt was very fitting considering what a sodding cheeky minx you were being right now - and began scaling your way down the side of the building.

Regulus was interrupted by the sound of a squeal - Remus’ squeal - and turned to see Remus hanging halfway out of the window in much the same fashion that Regulus had been.

Unlike Regulus, however, Remus had been successful in his capture of Barty and had him hanging from the tallest tower at Hogwarts by one of his arms.

“Junior! Are you trying to sodding kill me!?” Remus barked angrily at him, trying to pull Barty up without any help from Barty himself.

Barty looked up at Remus with all the innocence he could muster (read: none) and winked.

“Catch me if you can, Mr. Wolf.”

And Barty shrunk into his own animagus form - an osprey - and let out a cry before swooping down to pick up something that looked suspiciously like a mink from the eaves of one of the lower towers and took off towards the grounds.

“Fucking son of a bitch.” Remus cursed as he tried catching his breath, still sitting half out of the Ravenclaw window. “Why do we put up with those two?”

Regulus shrugged with all the nonchalance he could muster. “‘Cause they’re cute?”

Remus sighed and hit his head against the windowsill. “They’re so sodding lucky that they are…”

“Come on.” Regulus said, offering Remus a hand and helping him out of the window. “Unfortunately, I know exactly where they went.”

Barty loved nothing more than the feeling of his feet sinking into the sediment of the Black Lake below his feet. He also loved the feeling of being near you, his Treasure. He also loved the idea of two handsome men frantically searching for you, and him by proxy.

All this to say, Barty was having a really nice night.

“Junior!”

Barty’s face morphed into a Cheshire cat grin as he turned towards the voice of the man and his boyfriend as they stormed towards the waters edge.

“Well hello, Lupin. How nice of you to join us; care for a dip?”

“Get out of the water.” Regulus drawled in a bored tone.

“Why would I do such a thing? The water’s lovely, I’m in wonderful company, and we’re going to feed the Giant Squid.” He argued.

“Barty.” Remus barked with all the severity he could manage. “You don’t know how to swim.”

Barty scoffed indignantly. “Yeah, well…neither can Reggie!”

“That’s why I’m standing on the shore you absolute bell-end.” Regulus countered quickly.

Remus turned his furious gaze into a bemused one as he took in Regulus. “Do you really not know how to swim either?”

“None of us can!” You shouted from your disturbingly deeper place within the lake as the gentle waves nearly lapped against your skirt.

“Oh, for the love of- you know what? This summer, everyone’s getting swimming lessons.” Remus proclaimed.

“Ou, does that mean I get to see you in your swim trunks, Lupin?” Barty called.

Remus, without missing a beat, started towards Barty, walking into the lake in his shoes and all. “You could see me right now, in less, for free, Junior. You only had to ask.”

Barty let out a screech and tried running towards you, albeit in slow motion on account of the water’s resistance. “Y/N! Treasure! Help! Make him stop!”

“No can do, bubs.” You called back in monotone, still throwing chunks of bread towards the middle of the Lake in hopes of eliciting the company of one Giant Squid.

“Dove, you’re going to catch a cold; get out of the water.” Remus called to you, pants soaked up to his knees after giving up on chasing Barty in the water.

“We’re trying to make friends!” You whined.

“You cannot make friends with a squid, amour. He will eat you.” Regulus explained from the shore.

“He wouldn’t eat his friend.” You scoffed.

“Dove.” Remus barked again.

“I want to see the the big water kitty!” You whined again, turning towards the boys and offering the most pathetic pout you could muster.

Regulus scoffed from his place, still dry on the shore, Remus let out a pained sigh, and Barty all but skipped towards you.

“A valiant death it will be!” He cheered before he felt the fabric of his jumper being summoned by an accio, dragging him unceremoniously through the water towards Remus.

“No! Ah! AH! STRANGER DANGER. STRANGER DANGER!” He shrieked as Remus threw him over his shoulder.

“Okay, well, now you’re just showing off, Lupin.” He muttered, crossing his arm petulantly as Remus held his free hand out to you.

“Dove, please? Come inside with me?”

You looked distressed at this and moved obediently towards Remus. “Are you mad at me?” You asked timidly.

Barty could actually feel Remus’ body soften beneath him as he allowed some of his tension to dissipate. “Of course not, dovey. I love you.”

You leaned over and pecked a kiss to the corner of his mouth before turning into your animagus mink and swimming to the shore, crawling up Regulus’ pant leg (who admonished you in faux contempt for ruining his trousers), and allowed him to carry you back to the castle.

Barty was feeling petulant about the whole matter of being chased and chastised so decided then that he was going to force Remus to carry him all the way back to the castle in silence.

Unfortunately for Barty, he hated silence.

He was at least proud he’d made it to the dungeons before giving up on his vow of silence.

“You’re really not upset with her?” Barty asked quietly from his current prison. He could feel Remus’ head tilt in confusion, though his steps never faltered.

“Of course not?” He responded as a question.

“Hmmm.” Barty said, racking his brain for something to upset or fluster this man.

“Oh! What about me having slept with both your boyfriend and your girlfriend?”

“What about it?” Remus asked plainly.

“Well…aren’t you upset about that?”

Remus scoffed and adjusted his grip on Barty, hand’s migrating none too innocently up the back of his thighs. “Junior. The only thing I’m upset about is that you haven’t slept with all three of us. I don’t like feeling left out, you know?”

Barty made a strangled sound as he struggled in Remus’ grip to no avail, causing you and Regulus to chuckle from a few strides ahead as you all stepped into the Slytherin common room.

“We told you he was smooth, Barty.” You chuckled.

“You should hear him in bed.” Regulus taunted, reaching over to pinch Barty’s arse, causing him to yelp and start cursing at him.

Remus relented and put Barty down, who immediately made for Regulus’ throat.

“Easy, Junior.” Remus chuckled, pulling him back by the shoulder. “You wanna keep Reg around, don’t you?”

Barty harrumphed and crossed his arms indignantly.

“We’d like to keep you around.” Remus continued.

Barty grumbled again and let out a quiet. “Fine.”

Remus beamed at him, which was very alarming if you asked Barty, as they stepped into his and Regulus’ shared dorm; Rosier and Avery were already asleep in their beds with their curtains drawn.

“Yeah? You’ll let us keep you?” Remus asked.

“I said fine, Lupin.” He bit back.

“Great. So we’re in a relationship then.” He explained simply, causing Barty to level him with a severe glare. “How dare you, Lupin. Never say such vile things to me again.” He spat before storming towards the boy’s bathroom.

Regulus groaned and grabbed his own toiletries before making his way to the washroom behind him. “I’ll go make sure he doesn’t try to drown himself in the shower again.”

Remus shook his head and changed into his pyjamas before climbing into Regulus’ bed and pulling you towards him.

“So, explain this to me, Dove. Why is Barty the way he is?”

You snorted a laugh and turned to face him. “You’re going to have to be way more specific, love.”

Remus chuckled and ran his hands up and down your back. “He likes Reg. He loves you. He seems sweet on me. We invite him to be ours and he accepts - but runs when we make it mean something?”

You smiled up at your boyfriend and booped his nose with a perfectly manicured finger - which Remus found very confusing considering you spend your spare time scaling the rafters of grand ceilings and enticing Giant Squids from their hiding places. “Barty doesn’t understand, Rem. He wouldn’t know love if it punched him right in the face.”

Remus could feel his brows furrow and he pulled you in tighter to his chest. “Dove…love doesn’t punch you in the face?”

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say as you rolled your eyes in exasperation and threw your head back onto the pillow. “You see? That’s the kind of thing someone who grew up loved would know.”

It’s not that Remus ever really forgot to worry about you per se, but he sometimes really worried about you Purebloods.

At some point in the night, you had apparently decided Remus and Regulus’ bed was too hot and moved to Barty’s. Remus would have been slightly more petulant about the matter if he hadn’t thought you looked absolutely precious with Barty resting his head on your chest.

He looked so innocent in his sleep.

Sleep clearly didn’t know him very well.

Remus was shocked when the four of you entered the Great Hall for breakfast and Barty actually followed you three to the Gryffindor table. Though Remus was trying to play it cool, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of hope surge within him at what that might mean for the three four of you.

Remus was just about to bite into his toast when a sultry voice sounded from behind Barty.

“Hello, Bartemus.” Amelia Bones sing-songed as she trailed a finger up Barty’s arm.

His brows furrowed almost comically from above the rim of his coffee cup before he slowly lowered it and turned to consider the Hufflepuff.

“Bones. Can I help you?” He asked, punctuating the word help as he plucked her fingers from his being between his two fingers as if he’d found something really quite disgusting on his person.

“I was thinking, you could help me, perhaps tonight?”

Barty turned to look at her incredulously.

“Help with what, Amelia? I’m really quite busy.” He spat, gesturing wildly to his cup of coffee.

“An orgasm or two? Gods, you’re pissy in the mornings.”

Barty scoffed, sounding completely scandalised as he clutched at non-existent pearls adorning his neck. “I am sitting here with my beloveds, Amelia. For shame. You see this lot? I’m theirs, capiche?”

Amelia looked bemusedly at the group of you before shaking her head in confusion. “Whatever you say, Junior.”

She moseyed on away, and Barty turned back towards his cup of coffee. “The gall of some people, honestly.” He said in exasperation, downing the rest of his still hot coffee and standing unceremoniously.

“Well, I best be off. Things to fuck up, people to scare. Tah-tah.” He called, pressing a quick kiss to your hair as he left the Great Hall.

Suddenly, realisation dawned on Remus.

“Ah, I see. So no to a relationship, but he is ours.”

You and Regulus chorused a hum of acknowledgement.

“That’s just how Barty operates. You’ll get used to it.” You explained, still not looking up from the Daily Prophet you had been reading all this time.

Remus didn’t mind getting used to that; not if it meant he managed to get everything he wanted.

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factual-fantasy · 1 year

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After my low effort post of the Octodads, I felt inspired to actually take my time and make a solid post for them. So here you go! A few snip-bits of what life is like in the everglades with three sad old men! :D

#octonauts #octonauts fanart #octonauts above and beyond #ranger marsh #calico jack #professor natquik #do not tag as ship or poly #they just pals

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skellagirl · 3 months

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Gordon/Barney/Alyx is really really funny to me conceptually bc it's like, two hot geniuses in their 20s who look at the 40-something smartass who hangs around and go 'yeah that guy. we both want him carnally'

#and they're SO right #half life #half life 2 #gordon freeman #alyx vance #barney calhoun #freemance #valhoun #freehounce #idk what the hell their poly ship name is sorry lol #(me. posting about a ship with an age gap on the 'can't be normal about age gap ships' website:#SURE HOPE THERE ISN'T ANY AGE GAP DISCOURSE IN HERE)#this was the first time I've drawn any of these characters in LITERAL YEARS and. wow........#feels so crazy that this was the fandom that got me to join tumblr in the first place (in 2011!!!!) and I used to draw them ALL THE TIME #interests change I guess #but I think I'll always come back to hl and portal occasionally. they're too much a part of my dna at this point LOL #my art #description in alt text #oh my god I just went back through my half life tag and the last time I drew these three was when I drew that freehounce meme LMAOOO #how serendipitious

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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Not enough people talk about the canon fact Satan, MC and Solomon go on dates to see cat movies and go to cat cafes together all the damn time and I think it’s a shame.

#ro’s dumb stuff tag #the whole ‘cats’ group chat is just them planing dates 💅#obey me!#obey me #om!#obmswd #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me shenanigans #obey me ships #obey me poly

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dogflowerz-self-ships · 29 days

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polyam selfshippers.. imagine this as your polycule

#f/o #f/o community #self ship #self ship community #self shipping #self shipping community #f/o stuff #romantic f/o #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #f/o tag #f/o x s/i #self ship meme #polyamory #polyam selfship #poly self ship

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waste-iisolation · 7 months

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good morning murderface fans

#art tag #mine #mtl #metalocalypse #dick knubbler #dick magic ears knubbler #william murderface #mtl dickface #dickface mtl #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #um does the poly ship have a name #someone enlighten me so i can add it later #skwistok #skwisface #murdertooth #theyre not naked on purpose i just hate drawing clothes so imagine theyre all in pajama pants

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hiroshotreplica · 7 months

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back on my bullshit

bonus

#splatoon #agent 96 #agent 12 #agent 24 #agent 3 #captain 3 #agent 4 #agent 8 #forgot some tags lollll..tired #idk how to tag for poly ships <- words from someone whos questioning their monogamy

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 2 months

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@zu-is-here I contributed! I wasn't planning on posting anything till darkcream week, but leave it to this to inspire me. You can't tell me that if he's British, this wouldn't come up.

Original shattered dream and Sawyer belongs to @galacii

And zudio by @zu-is-here

P.s if anyone doesn't know this meme, it's about how the British accent can twinge when we say bottle of water

#undertale au #my art #undertale multiverse #sansest #sanscest #whats this ship called? double dream?#idk #but this woulddd happened #as a english girl with an American girlfriend this does happen #cant resist a classic enemies to lovers kinda thing #and cross kinda shipped with both of them #mmmmm thats goooood soup #studio #studio verse #studio au #shattered x dream #poly name for those two x cross is Double Cream #never tagged gala in anything before i hope thats ok

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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oh to be chubby reader sandwiched between kaveh and alhaitham on the scribe’s bed (which naturally has far better support and is far more suited for the frenetic activities of three people). the architect’s clever fingers between your soft thighs playing with your swollen clit, toying and rolling and pinching - the scribe with two thick calloused fingers inside of the puffy folds of your cunt, curling them in a rhythm that makes you see stars, at once at odds with kaveh’s rhythm and working perfectly with it at the same time. kaveh’s mouth hungrily against your full soft lips, slick and glossy with both of your drool, the kiss messy and passionate and hungering as he sighs like poetry against your lips - alhaitham’s teeth, blunt as his manner, biting into the tender flesh of throat and neck and breasts as if he wants to mark you, his eyes daring kaveh to say something about it.

(it ought to be an artist’s right to mark their work with their signature; later on, kaveh will worry his own into the plumpness of your thighs whilst alhaitham teaches your mouth and throat the shape of his cock with that same stern efficiency he does all other things with).

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #not sfw text #chubby reader posting #poly ship tag

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duaghterofstories · 21 days

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I will not be elaborating or defending myself. 😘

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ellecdc · 16 days

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All's Fair in Love & Chaos

1st instalment (read the second here)

a short blurb style mini-series in collaboration with @unstablereader no real plot, just vibes and comedy.

Synopsis: soulmate au, everyone's soulmate's initials become visible on their wrist when the last person in the bond 'comes of age' (I've left the age ambiguous because their may be mature insinuations later on in the story). As luck would have it, and much to everyone's horror; it appeared that you, Barty Crouch Junior, and Sirius Black were soulmates

poly!DeathStar x fem!reader

The day that every witch, wizard, and wix alike waited their whole life for finally came for Sirius Black; the day that their soulmate’s initials became visible on your wrist.

The mark becomes visible when the last person of your soulmate bond comes of age. For example, much to Lily’s chagrin, the initials J.F.P became visible on her wrist on March 27th, as did the initials L.J.E on James’ wrist.

Much to Sirius’ chagrin, on June 25th, the initials R.A.B became visible on Remus’ wrist, as did the initials R.J.L on Regulus’.

And so it went for the rest of his friends and classmates.

Except for poor Pete, whose wrist adorned the initials of someone who - after much research and triple-checking by all of their friends - clearly didn’t go to Hogwarts.

Sometimes, however, soulmate bonds took place between more than two people, and though it was possible for it to happen among all blood statuses, the odds were higher amongst Pureblood’s.

So when Sirius woke up this morning to a weird burning/itching feeling on his wrist, only to see not one, but two sets of initials, he was feeling pretty chuffed.

That dissolved very quickly, however.

“No…. nononononononono.” He muttered in agony as he saw two people approaching him; one looking almost as horrified as he did and one looking awfully sinister.

“Well, well, well.” Barty Crouch Junior drawled as he made his way to the Gryffindor table, dragging you over with him - seemingly without your consent – by your arm. “I thought it must have been a mistake when I woke up to find out I had a Son Of a Bitch as a soulmate, but alas; here you are.”

“This can’t be.” Sirius whispered disbelievingly, causing Barty to cackle maniacally.

“Oh, but it is.”

Any words that Sirius had died on his lips at the wheezing of his younger brother.

You, Barty, and Sirius all turned to see Regulus hanging from Remus’ shoulder as he clutched his stomach.

“I…I – oh Salazar, I think I finally believe in gods! All of them! Oh…” He stuttered in between fits of laughter.

Sirius looked between him and his supposed best mate, but Remus only looked at Regulus as if Regulus was his most beautiful when he was laughing at the expense of his brother.

Bastards; the both of them.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” James offered, his face clearly trying to smile though it took on a pained expression in comissery.

“Thank you…” You accepted timidly, eyes darting between the group of people you suddenly found yourself emmersed in.

“Now look what you’ve done, Black.” Barty sneered as if Sirius’ last name was a dirty word. “You’ve worried our poor girl.” He cooed as he pulled you tight into your side, causing you to squeak in surprise.

“I hardly think I’m the one worrying her.” Sirius sneered back.

Barty’s face turned stony. “Just what are you insinuating?”

“Uhm, that you’re certifiably insane?” Sirius responded simply.

“Oh, come now; Junior’s not that bad.” Remus tried to reason; his boyfriend still hanging limply off his shoulder as he tried (and failed) to repress his laughter.

“Not that bad?” Sirius screeched incredulously. “Did you not see what he did to Crawley?”

Peter snorted at that. “Mate, you literally did the same thing to Snape.”

“That was you?” Barty asked in surprise, looking Sirius up and down skeptically.

“Sure was.” James answered on his behalf.

“Huh.” Barty chuckled in thought. “That’s where I- never mind that. I only did that because he groped Y/N’s arse.”

Sirius felt his own face turn stony as he turned his attention to you. “Is this true?”

You seemed to pale at the attention. “Well…yes? But-”

“Ha ha. Black’s just as bad as me.” Barty sing-songed from beside you, looking at Sirius with a look of faux innocence.

Sirius heard a thump, and he looked over to see Remus looking behind the bench where Regulus had apparently fallen in his fit of laughter.

“I – I’ve died, yeah? I’m dead? Fuck, I must’ve done something right in my past life to be rewarded with this. Sirius is – is bonded to Barty Crouch Junior.” He howled with laughter, so uncharacteristic of the young, stoic Black.

“I am not!” Sirius argued petulantly. “I’m bonded to Y/N, Junior just…happens to be there.”

“If you’re only bonded to Y/N, why are my initials decorating your wrist, hm?” Barty asked salaciously, pulling Sirius’ wrist towards him to see the evidence for himself.

“Oh, sod off.” Sirius barked, shoving him aside and offering you an apologetic glance before storming towards the exit.

“Oi! Where are you going, future-Mr-Barty-Crouch-Junior!?” Barty taunted.

“To jump off the astronomy tower!” Sirius called back.

“Ou! We should go watch.” He said, turning to you before following Sirius out. “You should try to do a flip!”

“Oh, Y/N.” Lily cooed after the boys finally disappeared out of the Great Hall. “I’m so sorry.”

You let out a long-suffering sigh as your eyes stayed focused on the place where you last saw your two new soulmates. “If Regulus did something in a past life to be rewarded with this, I must have done something right horrid.”

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