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#swinging is also not the same as polyamory
thebibliosphere · 2 years
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Absolutely wild watching TikTok and Instagram going through some sort of puritanical pearl-clutching reaction to finding out that the swinger community is a) more prevalent than they thought and b) that they use the upside-down pineapple symbol to signify they are safe/down to party with other non-monog/enm* people.
Also absolutely wild watching supposedly enlightened LGBT+ youths siding with white Christian conservative women as they wail about not being able to use their cutesy pineapple jewelry/decor anymore because someone might think they're a freak.
Like c'mon.
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pan-de-seungcheol · 2 months
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꒰Our Princess꒱⁀➷
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{Dom! 95 line x Sub! Reader} | part one |
{Warnings: Polyamory, gayness (homophobes beware), oral (m receiving), piv penetration, jihan are little demons, cheol is only slightly subby in this one, a little degradation, mutual masturbation (m/m), aftercare}
{Word Count: 4761}
taken from this ask and combined with this one!! thanks guys for the suggestions ily! also i didnt proof read this so just ignore the mistakes lol
tags: @woofie-nctzen-fanarts @jj12
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A cool breeze blew through your opened bedroom window, casting a chill across the uncovered planes of your face. You drew the blankets up around yourself, hoping to hide from the freezing January winter, but to no avail. Apparently someone had decided to leave the window open last night. It was undoubtedly Joshua, he liked to keep the windows open to “allow fresh air into the house”, much to everyone else’s annoyance.
After graduating college you’d moved into a spacious apartment with your boyfriends, and you were still trying to get used to each and every one of their quirks (some were more tolerable than others unfortunately).
You sighed, pushing back the covers and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You were alone, which was unusual considering you slept in a bed fit for four people. Your stumbled your way out of the bedroom where you were immediately met with the sugary scent of a freshly cooked breakfast. Pancakes. Your favorite. One of the many positives of living with three men was that one of them always made breakfast. Your belly rumbled at the scent, taking over the rest of your body and pushing you towards the sweet smell.
Laughter hung in the air as you approached the kitchen and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. God you really did love these men.
However, all affection you held for the men left as soon as you saw the spread (or lack thereof) before you. They’d absolutely demolished breakfast, leaving you with nothing, not even scraps. No fruit, no juice or milk, no cereal, and no pancakes. They’d even used up all the eggs so you didn’t have the ingredients to make breakfast for yourself.
Your heart ached. You knew it was hard to cook for four people, but did they really not cook enough for you? the men carried on their conversation, seemingly unaware of your presence which only added to the weight on your chest. This was one of the negatives of being with them. Sometimes one of you felt left out, and in a relationship consisting of three other people that could get real isolating real fast.
Wordlessly you slipped out of the kitchen and back into the comfort of your bedroom, not even bothering to say good morning to your boyfriends. If they were so quick to forget about you, then you were gonna do the same.
You hurriedly put on your favorite outfit and did your makeup. Looks like you’d just have to get breakfast somewhere else, with someone else, since no one around here apparently wanted to wait for you. you slipped out of the front door quietly, not even bothering to say goodbye as you went to meet your best friend for breakfast.
You knew what you were doing was childish, but you couldn’t help yourself. With three older, doting men around you all the time you were so used to being the center of attention at all times (when you weren’t fighting Cheol for that spot), and when you weren’t being given princess treatment it hurt. A lot.
You held back tears as you got in your car and drove to meet your friend.
[Cheollie]
[2 Missed calls from Cheollie]
8:15 ꒰Babe where are you?꒱
[Joshua]
8:27 ꒰Y/N? Did you leave??꒱
[Hannie]
[1 Missed call from Hannie]
8:44 ꒰Y/N??? Answer us right now꒱
[Cheollie]
8:50 ꒰Y/N Please, Joshua is starting to freak out꒱
[7 Missed calls from Joshua]
[Joshua]
8:50 ꒰Y/N?! Are you okay??꒱
You knew you should call them back, maybe even turn around and apologize for worrying them so much, but you had already arrived at the quaint little breakfast spot your friend had chosen. There was no going back now, you had to commit now.
[You]
8:51 ꒰I’m fine, just getting breakfast꒱
Your phone immediately blew up again
[Joshua]
8:51 ꒰Answer my calls Y/N. I almost had a heart attack.꒱
[Cheollie]
8:51 ꒰Why didn’t you pick up?꒱
8:51 ꒰Who are you with?꒱
[Hannie]
8:51 ꒰We have breakfast here you know꒱
That last text. You could almost hear Jeonghan’s attitude through the phone. Anytime you pissed him off he would always side eye you and give you the sassiest expressions on the face of the earth. Did they all not realize what had happened by now? You were fuming at the thought. Did you really have to spell it out for them? Could three grown men not put two-and-two together and realize they were the ones that had fucked up this time?
You scoffed. If he wanted to have an attitude you’d just have to match it.
[You]
8:52 ꒰I would’ve loved to have breakfast with you guys, if you’d left me any꒱
The conversation paused and there was no doubt in your mind that they were scrambling now, trying to piece together what had led up to this fight.
You sighed, it was time to meet your friend anyways.
You turned your phone off, not wanting to deal with whatever excuses they were coming up with. Partly because you were beyond hurt by their actions, but mostly because you knew they’d convince you to stop being mad. Especially Joshua, you were a huge sucker for those sweet doe eyes there was no way you’d be able to stay mad if he apologized to you.
You turned off your car and headed into the café for some peace of mind before the war that was assuredly waiting for you back at home.
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You were hounded by men as soon as you walked through your apartment door. Hands stroking at your hair, poking and pinching your cheeks and cooing at how cute you looked in your outfit. You normally would’ve loved the attention from your boyfriends, but not today. Youd told your friend about your predicament and thankfully they were just as petty as you and suggested you give your boyfriends the silent treatment for a while, that would surely get your point across. And that was exactly what you were planning to do.
You swatted the men’s hands away, pouting in annoyance at their doting. Why couldn’t they have given you this much attention earlier today when you really wanted it?
“Y/N, im-were so sorry” Ofcourse Joshua was first to speak up, they all knew his innocent demeanor was your kryptonite, but not today.
You pushed past them and took your shoes off at the door, being sure not to even acknowledge them as you made your way into the kitchen to make some tea.
The three men followed you like puppies.
“Please don’t be mad Y/N” Joshua said from behind you while you waited silently for your water to boil.
“Yeah, we promise we made you breakfast it just got…eaten.” Jeonghan stood to the side of you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Theres no way he really believed those words were comforting. You would’ve scoffed, but you refused to even acknowledge their presence.
Strong arms circled your waste, pulling you back into a firm chest. Seungcheol.
“Please talk to us Y/N. Ill make it up to you any way possible. Do you want my card? Hm? Will that make it better, baby?” There Cheol goes again with his bribing. You wanted to tell him off so badly. Explain to him how you didn’t want his money, just wanted to be taken care of along with everyone else, but you didn’t want to break your vow of silence. You would stay quiet no matter what. At least for a few hours.
You shrugged him off lightly. Now it was their turn to go quiet, looks like they finally got the hint that you weren’t in the mood to talk to them.
You poured your boiling water onto your tea bag, watching as the water became slightly murky from the hot leaves. If there was one thing you could trust it was your afternoon teas. You smiled slightly to yourself, and your boyfriends’ hearts broke. They knew they messed up as soon as they saw your text about breakfast, but they were hoping you wouldn’t be this mad after you got some food in your belly.
Cheol nodded at the other two men, silently signaling them to give you space. You watched them 0out of the corner of your eye, noting how Jeonghan lingered for a moment longer than the other men before he turned and followed them into your bedroom.
You could hear whispers coming from the room. You knew they were up to something, but you refused to let your curiosity get the better of you. Youd stick it out just a little longer, just to really rub it in how upset they’d made you.
You were sipping lightly on your hot tea now. Minutes had passed since they’d left you all alone in the living room and you were starting to grow bored. Yes, you wanted to show them you were serious, but you were missing them.
That was when you heard it.
It was almost too quiet to hear but you would know Cheol’s moaning anywhere.
It couldn’t be. Surely you were hearing things. You sat forward slightly, ears turned toward your bedroom trying to hear better.
Moments of silence passed and you were sure that you’d hallucinated Cheol’s moans. That was until you heard a faint “fuck! jeonghan” followed by the breathy sounds that Cheol always made when he was close.
What the fuck?
First they leave you out of breakfast and now they leave you out of…whatever they were doing in there?!
You couldn’t take it anymore. You hurried off the couch and into your bedroom.
Your cheeks immediately turned a bright shade of red at the sight before you. Cheol was splayed out in the bed, a film of sweat gracing his creased grow and chest heaving with sighs and groans at what the two men were doing to him.
Jeonghan was laying between his legs, licking stripes up and down his thick cock, stopping to suck at his needy tip before sinking down and taking Cheol into his mouth.
Joshua wasnt any better. He had resorted to sucking on Cheol’s neck, leaving purple marks along the slope while his fingers worked around the sensitive peaks of Cheol’s nipples.
The scene before you was more than erotic. Sure they’d messed around with eachother but that was always while you were with them. This. This was something different. The sight of Cheol being teased and tortured, edged by the two other men caused a deep throbbing to appear between your legs.
You forgot immediately why you’d been so mad at them, the resentment now replaced with uncontrollable lust.
Jeonghan must have noticed you standing there. He lifted himself off of Cheol, lines of spit connecting from his plump lips to Cheol’s twitching cock. His eyes connected with yours as he stroked Cheol’s dick, both hands coming to twist slightly towards his tip.
“Oh so now you wanna pay attention to us?” His lips curved into a smug smirk at your expression “come on then, princess, don’t wanna keep us waiting longer do you?”
when you still didn’t move Joshua got off the bed, crossing the distance to you and took your hands in his. There was a knowing look in his eyes, one that said if you were still mad and didn’t wanna participate you didn’t have to.
But you did want to. The pool between your legs was evidence of that.
You nodded your head and that was all it took for Joshua to lean into you, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss.
His hands roamed your body hastily. It was as if now that he had your confirmation, he couldn’t help himself. Joshua was filled with an inescapable need for you, having been without you all day left him feeling starved for you.
His hands hooked under your thighs, hoisting you up onto his hips. Your chests were pressed closely together, and in this position, you could feel his erection poking lightly at your pussy. You whimpered into his mouth. Seeing the men had stirred something in your core and you didn’t know how much longer you could last without them on you.
Joshua must have somehow read your mind as he began walking with you back to the bed, never once letting you drop to the ground.
You felt the soft mattress under you before you were immediately being pulled against the strong muscles of Cheol’s thick chest. He was holding you against him now, pressing hot kisses against your neck from behind, his hard dick pressed against you so firmly he was seeing stars. All of the teasing Joshua and jeonghan had done to him had riled him up so much he couldn’t stand not having friction against his cock. He slowly ground himself against the curve of your ass, hips rolling against you in search of any kind of pleasure, any relief from the torment those evil men had given him.
Joshua and Jeonghan were on you instantly, both hastily pulling your clothes off and placing kisses along the curves of your face. Once you were fully exposed to the men, they took time to admire your figure. So soft and flushed, so obviously ready to be taken like the insatiable slut they knew you were,
“Look at these two Shua” Jeonghan’s eyes roamed over you and Cheol. Cheol was still grinding into you from behind, the slick from his precum now lightly coating your ass, his face contorted with the immense effort it was taking him not to cum on you right there.
You weren’t doing any better yourself. The way cheol was grinding into you was making your head fog over with lust. You didn’t know when, but you had begun slowly grinding back into him, riling him up even more. You were practically humping the sheets now, intent on getting some kind of release or pressure against your cunt.
“So pathetic” Joshua’s sultry voice snapped you out of your haze, Cheol was groaning behind you from the sudden halt of your movements “Weve barely touched them and theyre about to cum all over eachother”
You could almost hear the smirk in his voice, they were both enjoying the mess they’ve made of you two.
“Don’t stop now Y/N” Jeonghan lowered himself to you, taking your chin between his fingers and pinching slightly, forcing you to look up at him “Make our cheollie cum all over your pretty ass”
You looked up at him dumbly, the words didn’t register in your stupid little head. All that was there was the image of Jeonghan and Joshua kneeling on the bed infront of you. both completely naked, and both completely erect.
You couldn’t help but stare at them, mouth hanging open slightly like you were going to answer them but got distracted in the process.
“Oohh” Joshua cooed “Shes too dumb to understand us. Maybe we need to show her what we mean. Hm?” he bent down, gripping your hips with his large hands and giving you his most charming smile, one that feigns innocence. “Is that what you need baby? Need Shua to help you?”
You nodded slightly. Yes you did need help. You were too fucking horny to even process what was happening. Your pussy clenched pathetically at the feeling of Joshua lifting you off of cheol, his cock springing free from your back and dripping clear pearls down his shaft.
Jeonghan reached down underneath you, taking Cheol’s hard cock in his hand and lining it up with your wet entrance.
“Poor little sluts, they cant even fuck eachother without help” Jeonghan teased the head of cheol’s cock along your puffy folds, gathering your arousal and lubing his cock up for you. You groaned at the sudden contact of Cheol’s thick tip being pressed against you. Joshua was rocking your hips back and forth against Cheol’s cock, eliciting moans out of the two of you while the men just laughed. It was so amusing to them; they barely had to touch either one of you and you were like putty in their hands.
“What do you say Cheol, want our sweet Y/N to fuck you? Want her to sit on your dick?” Jeonghan’s attention suddenly turning to cheol had his dick twitching in Jeonghan’s hands. Yes, yes he wanted you now. Hed been teased because of you, the two men had wanted you to walk inon them, and Cheol was the only way to get you in here that fast.
“Y-yes. Need it s-bad” Cheol’s hips bucked up into Jeonghan’s hand, fucking himself with the man’s fist. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel something, anything.
Cheol’s tip grazed against your core with every thrust of his hips. You could hear his pants underneath you, the sheer effort it was taking him to not pull you onto his dick himself. The only thing keeping you from sinking onto him already was Joshua’s impossible strong grip on your hips, which kept you in place above Cheol.
“Look at him, so fucking needy. Did we rile you up that badly Cheol?” Jeonghan teased.
Cheol babbled incoherently underneath you. something about how hard he was and how he could barely stand it.
“Fuck it.” Joshua’s voice was the last thing you heard before you were being forced down onto Cheol’s huge dick.
Your pussy ached with the stretch of him, fluttering with the struggle it was taking to fit all nine inches of him into your little pussy.
The mix of Cheol’s moans along with your pathetic cries filled the room and the two men just smirked, watching as you tried to take all of him all at once.
“Look at her Shua. She did all of that whimpering and for what? She can barely fit his cock in her little cunt.” Jeonghan was basking in this, having full control over the both of you and watching as hot tears began to fall down your face from the effort of taking Cheol in this position. Reverse cowgirl was one of Cheol’s favorites, and Joshua and Jeonghan knew that. They loved torturing the two of you and it looked like tonight was no exception.
The two men’s eyes traveled down your body, stopping at where your cunt met Cheol’s dick. They watched as you pushed yourself down the remaining inches of Cheol’s hard cock.
“There we go” Joshua wiped away a tear that had begun traveling down your flushed cheeks. “Now was that so hard, Princess?”
You sniffed, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill over. You looked to fucking cute like this. Joshua and Jeonghan could barely contain themselves. The sight of you crying, so distraught over how fucking big Cheol’s dick was and how painful the stretch of him had been was so delicious to the men. The way you tried to hide those pretty tears from them, how you tried to regain control of your image, despite being split open by a nine inch cock right infront of your boyfriends. Oh they were enamored with you.
“Now” Jeonghan’s voice got your attention. You looked over at the man, watching as he sat back, his cock standing straight against his abs. “Why don’t you ride him Princess? Wanna watch you fall apart on eachother” He spit into his palm and spread it over the head of his cock. He leaned back just enough to show off the smooth column of his throat, his Adams apple bobbing with the grunt he released as he began stroking himself, his eyes training on how your cunt quivered around Cheol.
Joshua followed shortly after, his eyes flicking from you to how jeonghan’s hand twisted at his tip before roughly jerking himself off.
“Don’t be shy Princess, wanna see you bounce on Cheol’s dick. Or do you need help with that too?”
Wordlessly you began to draw yourself up the length of Cheol’s cock, watching the men infront of you palm themselves at the sight. Once his tip reached the spongy part of your entrance you began to slowly drop yourself back down onto him.
“Fuck baby” Jeonghan stroked himself faster “Tell me, how does Cheol’s dick feel in you?”
“Mmph” you pulled yourself off again “Feels so good Hannie!” his name came out in a strained yelp as you pierced yourself back on Cheol’s dick.
“Fuck,Y/N, pussys squeezing me so tight.” Cheol could barely get his sentence out before his hands grabbed your hips, keeping you in place as his hips began pounding up into you at a violent pace. He had tried so hard to be patient, but you were just going so slow.
Your vision blurred from the tears that were now falling out of your eyes. You were being jostled up and down on his cock, his strong hands holding you up just enough that you wouldn’t fall over. Hiis tip was hitting deep into your cunt, kissing your cervix perfectly with every pass through your folds he made.
“Fuck” it came out in a whiny groan from cheol, who had stilled himself completely in you. His grip on you tightened as he drew circles in you with his dick. He was completely and utterly lost in your sweet, wet pussy.
Since he had given you a break from bouncing on him you were able to see clearly what was happening infront of you.
Joshua and Jeonghan had switched hands, now quickly jerking eachother off while watching the scene before them.
It seemed like every snide remark had been knocked out of the men at the sight of the oldest so clearly fucked out, brought to the brink of insanity by their relentless teasing. A sheer layer of sweat covered their toned bodies. Their muscles flexing with each pass they made over eachother with their fists.
The sounds in your bedroom were sinful to say the least. Incoherent moans of eachothers’ names, groans of pleasure, and sometimes just deep whines filled the space of your bedroom.
You made eye contact with the men, watching them watch you be fucked and filled with Cheol’s huge cock.
Without warning Cheol began thrusting up into you again, this time at a slower less calculated pace. You could tell the man was close. You didn’t even need to look back at him to know what he looked like. You had seen Cheol orgasm enough times to know that his head was thrown back against the pillows, his fluffy black hair undoubtedly splayed around his head like a makeshift halo. His breathy moans escaped his plush lips with each pump into you.
You couldn’t take it, this newfound pace felt good but it wasn’t enough.
You reached between your thighs, looking between Joshua and Jeonghan as you began toying with your hardened clit. You helped Cheol out by lightly bouncing yourself up and down his cock in time with his thrusts. You circled around your pretty little clit, feeling every nerve light up with pleasure at the feeling.
Your hair fell over your shoulders as you rolled your head back. It all felt so good you couldn’t help yourself anymore. Your hips picked up speed and you were now fucking yourself at that same fast pace you missed so much.
“Fuck Princess if you keep bouncing on me like that im gonna-“
Cheol’s sentence was cut off by a sharp movement of your hips, and he was cumming. His hips arched off the bed, pushing you with him in the air. The feeling of his balls pushing slightly against your clit as he dumped his load into you was enough to bring you over the edge with him. Your orgasms mixed together in you, both of you moaning eachothers’ names as you came undone on each other.
Your eyes opened barely enough to catch a glimpse of Jeonghan’s hand fucking Joshua’s cock faster. The poor man couldn’t keep up with him and in no time Joshua was cumming. Hard. So hard that the milky strings of sum overflowed from his red tip, leaking down and covering Jeonghan’s hand with the pleasure of his own orgasm.
“Fuck Shua!”
Jeonghan had watched the whole thing. Had seen Cheol’s balls tighten and release into you, breeding you and filling you to the brim. Hed seen the blissed-out expression on your face and how Cheol’s cum dripped out of your tight cunt. Hed even watched joshua’s nose scrunch cutely as he came all over his hand.
Jeonghan couldn’t stand it. Being the only one who didn’t cum at the same time. He looked over at Joshua expectantly, wanting the man to finish the job, but Joshua was still coming down from his own high.
He was already so close, the scene before him having brought him dangerously close to the edge. “Fuck it” he thought to himself.
Jeonghan removed his hand from Joshua’s already softening cock and placed it on his own. The warmth and wetness from Joshua’s cum was perfect. He spread the cum on his cock and began jerking himself off, training his eyes on your tits to bring himself to orgasm.
You noticed the man’s predicament just in time, catching him right before he was able to cum.
“Cum on my tits, Hannie. Need your cum so bad”
“Fuck” Jeonghan didn’t have to be told twice. He crawled over to you (still with Cheol’s cock nestled deep in you), and began jerking himself off again. Soft wet sounds filled the air as Jeonghan fucked himself with Joshua’s orgasm.
Jeonghan moaned loudly before hot spirts of white cum shot out of his cock and onto the curves of your boobs. His cum dripped down you and onto your stomach, covering you deliciously in the man’s pleasure.
All of you came down from your highs together. Your head was thrown back against Cheol’s strong shoulder. At some point youd collapsed backwards, luckily Cheol was there to catch your fall. Cheol was resting his head against yours, his hand tracing circles over your tummy as he waited for you to be okay to move again.
Jeonghan was the first to move, sliding off the bed and making his way to the bathroom to start the shower. You watched him and Joshua work around you, pulling of the pillow covers that you weren’t laying on and starting a little pile of sheets to be washed. Your eyes were heavy with the threat of sleep, you had never experienced something so….hot before in your life you thought to yourself.
“Hey Princess, its time to shower” Joshua’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You blinked away the exhaustion and looked up at him “There she it” He smiled his cute bunny smile down at you as his hands worked to detangle your limbs from Cheols.
Once again you were being carried by the man, this time to your much needed shower before bed.
Joshua always showered with you, which was something you grew to really love. He was always so attentive especially after sex. He let you lean against his chest as he washed your back with the washrag, he made sure to scrub behind your ears and between your fingers. He made sure your hair was washed and cleaned, even going as far as blow-drying it for you all while you didn’t even lift a finger. He even carried you back to bed where the sheets were nice and clean (undoubtedly because of Cheol and Jeonghan).
He carefully placed you on the bed before scooting in next to you, holding you close to him while the other two men got their showers.
Once everyone was washed up and tucked in, the warmth of their bodies pressed around you and lulled you into the beginnings of a deep sleep.
“Goodnight Princess” one of them murmured before pressing a kiss to your temple.
“We love you more than anything” Another said while stroking a stray hair behind your ear.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. That one little confirmation was all it took to ease every worry you had before.
The wind outside howled with the approaching winter storm, but you couldn’t have been warmer with the three men, the loves of your life, surrounding you.
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{Author's Note}
i got so many requests for a part two on this 95 line relationship, so i had to write this for yall hehe. sorry theres always so much plot going on in these stories, i always realize like 1000 words in that i shouldve started writing the porn already but i just can help myself lol
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gimmeurtmi · 11 months
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ice cream — 2min
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pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho
tags: established relationship, polyamory, fluff
warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, ice cream and eating, kissing in public, student!reader, suggestive towards the end, minho driving (it needs a warning okay)
inspo: 2min eating ice cream together during skzcode. yes that is all it takes.
notes: i had a daydream about this and then i was bored on the bus. so reader also studies what i study and i won’t apologise!!! also i think i wanna write the whole part in the end as a smut one shot so lmk if it’ll be interesting <3 feedback and reblogs as always are hugely appreciated!!
{ wc: 1805 }
You quickly made your way outside after finally finishing with your last lecture of the day. The weather has been perfect since the moment you woke up, and thankfully it still was, and all you wanted was to enjoy it properly.
The sun was taunting you all day, finally coming out after a cold long winter on the one day you had to be stuck inside listening to hours and hours of business jargon and legal nonsense.
You had enough.
Luckily, your boyfriends knew of your displeasing circumstances and promised to take you out for a walk through the park. You knew it’ll be full of flowers by now.
You sat down on the bench where they told you to wait, soaking in the sun as you did.
You ignored any thoughts of deadlines and assignments and instead basked in the way the wind moved your dress. Not cold wind, just a nice shallow breeze.
Your dream like state was interrupted when a shadow appeared in front of you and you quickly shot your eyes open in horror—dreading to find a rain cloud coming from above to ruin what would be a perfect day.
“Hey,” Minho said, smiling as you finally opened your eyes.
“Hey!” You jumped up, glad to see it wasn’t a rain cloud at all, but your own personal ball of warmth (although you’d never dare call him that to his face).
You pecked his lips in greeting, before turning towards Seungmin and doing the same.
Seungmin brought a hand to your shoulder, rubbing the sleeve of your dress a few times before planting a kiss in your hair.
Meanwhile, Minho grabbed the straps of your bag and took it from you before lacing your fingers together.
“You wanted to see the park?” He reminds you, starting a slow stroll in that direction.
You nod quickly, swinging your hands as your free arm wraps around Seungmin’s waist.
You ask about their days, and Minho tells you all about the new choreography he’s been working on, then Seungmin says his vocal lesson was a lot harder today. Then you tell them about your professor you hate and their pointless comments and they groan appropriately at your words.
Once you reach the park you notice a brand new shop by the food court, and just as you realise how high your body temperature is the beautiful image of a painted ice cream cone comes into view.
You stop with a gasp, and it only takes looking at Minho for a split second before he changes course towards the new ice cream shop—a pleased noise leaving you and Seungmin.
It feels childlike when you enter the shop, a few dozen ice cream flavours lined across the counter. Your jaw practically drops at all the different options, and Seungmin even lets his arm leave you so he can step closer to the glass and look at his options thoroughly.
“How can I help you?” The lady behind the counter says softly.
Minho glanced over at the pair of you, gawking at the glass, and sighs.
“Can we try…” he trails off, waiting for you to point out the many flavours calling out to you. You point at the three most colourful ones, and Minho repeats it out to the lady. She offers three small spoons with a smile and hands them over to Minho, who sticks one in your mouth and the other one in Seungmin’s. The third one he keeps for himself.
Seungmin stares in deep thought, calculating as always, while you bother the lady for one more taste test. The salted caramel is the safest option, but the bright pink bubblegum looks too appealing. You get Seungmin’s opinion and he agrees the bubblegum is more sweet, and fun.
“Bubblegum!” You conclude with a smile, and Minho nods.
“One bubblegum please, one salted caramel and one—“
“—vanilla,” Seungmin supplies.
“Are you kidding?” Minho gasps. “Look at all these flavours!”
“Vanilla is a classic and—“
“—absolutely not,” he tsks, “the purple one, please.”
“Hyung,” Seungmin whines, slumping his chin on your shoulder. You can’t see it, but you know he’s pouting. Minho has that look in his eyes, pure endearment, which is usually a reflection of his boyfriend pouting.
Minho pays the lady, and orders the pair of you to find a seat outside in the sun.
“He’s so bossy,” Seungmin groans, placing a large hand on your lower back as he guides you towards the outdoor seating.
“Be nice, he just bought you ice cream,” you scold.
“One I didn’t ask for,” he scoffs.
Minho joins you a few mintues later with two large cones, and one comically small vanilla cone.
“Minho hyung,” Seungmin accuses, his face shocked as he’s handed what can only be described as a kid’s sized ice cream cone.
You laugh into your bubblegum ice cream.
Minho simply ignores him, taking a few pictures of your treats and the scenery before he starts licking away at the ice cream.
Seungmin huffs unhappily, but eats anyway.
A few ducks bravely walk closer to you and Seungmin is busy taking videos of them as he giggles at their silly walk, quaking back to them every time they get too close.
There’s a soft smile on Minho’s face, lips covered by salted caramel, as he places a hand on your thigh.
“Is this better than sitting in class?” He asks, licking his lips.
“No,” you hum, “having the most important people in my life with me while we sit in a park and eat ice cream is so much worse than listening to the difference between a verbal contract and a signed document in the eyes of a court of—“
“—ahhh!” He yells out, “I’m so bored already!”
He drops his head on your shoulder, puffing dramatically at the supposed torture you’ve just put him through.
“Be grateful,” you nudge his head away, “at least you don’t actually have to pay any attention to it.”
“I’m grateful my girlfriend is so smart and hot,” he smirks at you, licking at his ice cream.
You rolls your eyes.
“I’m bored of this flavour now,” Seungmin says, “vanilla is boring.”
And then the cone in your hand is switched around, Seungmin stealing yours and replacing it with his small and half eaten cone.
“Kim Seungmin!” You yell, but the cones are switched again, and Minho’s is sitting in your hand before you can process it.
You look over at him, the sad and abandoned cone already consumed completely before he gets up and leaves.
“Look at that, you’re so ridiculous that Minho just up and left,” you accuse. Seungmin shrugs, happily licking away at the pink ice cream.
“God, this is soooo good!” He comments instead.
You take comfort in the salted caramel and offer no rebuttal, pointedly ignoring the hand Seungmin places on your knee. He can’t just steal from you and get away with it.
Minho makes no comment as he sits back down, a purple coloured, and perfectly regular sized, cone in his hand.
You laugh so loudly the ducks flap their wings in shock.
“That’s how predictable you are, Seung,” you say, kicking his hand off your leg. He places it back, sat higher on your thigh this time.
“Hyung just accepts me for who I am,” Seungmin pokes his tongue out at you. Pink.
“I do not,” Minho says, lips purple.
You get over the shock of your betrayal quickly, since the salted caramel is just as good, and to console you further Minho offers you a taste of his raspberry flavoured ice cream. It’s perfect and refreshing and there’s no clouds anywhere.
It’s all just perfect.
“Hyung, can I try too?”
“No.”
“Hyung.”
“No.”
“Minho hyung!” You start giggling when all Minho gives in response is moving Seungmin’s hand off your thigh and placing his there instead.
“Baby,” he pleads.
“Not gonna work,”
“Bunny boy….”
Minho’s eyes gap, and then he hands over the cone, his ears exceptionally red. “Just take it! You’re so annoying.”
Seungmin laughs triumphantly, almost evil, and bites into the ice cream.
“You’re blushing so hard right now,” Seungmin smirks.
Minho wails, and buries his head in your lap as he tries to hide—but his ears are on full display. They’re too good at giving him away.
He surfaces again, only to hide in your neck, and you softly kiss around his hair in comfort.
“You’re just whipped, Min,” you whisper, as to not fuel any more teasing.
Minho mumbles something you can’t quite make out, and when you lift his chin for him to repeat it he kisses you softly instead. He tastes so sweet.
You let him keep kissing you, even when you feel a pair of hands wrap around your cone and steal it from you. Again.
“Seung—“ you try to protest, but Minho pulls you back against his lips so you can’t.
“You two seem busy, so I’m just gonna finish these for you,” he mumbles.
When you finally pull away—you are still in public after all—you notice Seungmin has actually eaten all the ice cream.
“Bunny,” Minho kisses your cheek when he hears you gasp, “slap him as hard as you can for me?”
“In a kinky way?” Seungmin raises his eyebrows, his smile so incredibly teasing, “surely it’s too public for that.”
“Please,” Minho sobs drily, nudging you forward.
You chuckle as you lean closer, and Seungmin puckers his lips in response, a pink and purple tint to them. You can’t help it when you lean in to kiss him instead.
Seungmin laughs against your lips, pulling you closer to him by your jaw.
“You two are ganging up on me,” Minho mumbles, whining dramatically and letting his head fall flat on the table.
Seungmin pulls away from the kiss, whispering in your ear, “that would actually be incredibly fun.”
You pull away, seeing an almost blinding sparkle in his eyes as he laughs. You can’t help but nod in agreement.
“Hey, should we go home?” Seungmin offers, eagerly.
Minho lifts his head as he narrows his eyes at the pair of you. “Why?”
“It’s hot, and bubs had a long day so we should go get washed up and rest,” he excuses.
But Minho agrees.
“You did well today, bunny,” he kisses your cheek, “ready to go home?”
You nod with a smile, getting up from your chair and skipping towards where you know Minho always parks his car.
You and Seungmin exchange a mischievous look between you before jumping into your allocated seats—letting an unsuspecting Minho pick the music on the drive home.
“Thank you for the ice cream and the walk, baby,” you say, reaching out for Minho’s hand that rests on the console and kissing his knuckles.
He hums in acknowledgment, smiling softly at you before focusing back on the road.
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chafourteenth · 7 months
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i want you close
Part 2 of nothing in between me and the rain
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"yeah. they do. but at the end of the day, they're the package deal and i'm just the add-on."
"your concern for your best friends is astounding. but how long will you go on like this? i guarantee you, you're definitely not an add-on, (L/N)."
mito's words may be simple, but they almost rip you like a chainsaw. 
tw: yohei mito x fem!reader, R16-18+, long read, unrequited love, wedding setting, hurt/comfort, angst, they're going through a LOT, drinking (idk if it's worth mentioning), drinking + rambling (lots of it), mentions of love triangle (ish) / hints of polyamory, mentions of pining and well heartbreak (inevitably), just wait for the ending...
*** important***
if the themes make you uncomfortable or triggers you in any way, it would be fine to leave.^^
image from pinterest (from the movie l'eclisse [1962] --one of my faves)
although this can be read as a standalone fic, here's the link to part 1 (for context).
also sharing it bc it's our best boy mito's birthday today~
thank you 🙇🏻‍♀️
- moon
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"Space" was just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too Close
- close, nick jonas and tove lo
outside, there's a hallway and a bar. there are only limited seats at the latter and it's fully occupied, so you two go beyond and end up in the well-lit villa where no one else is around. 
yohei mito blushes as he watches you slide your open-toe high-heeled shoes off and settle yourself on the balustrade. he leans back against the wall and presses his lips, pretending to be on the lookout and hoping you won't catch him checking you out.
meanwhile, you ease yourself on your seat, liking the mild breeze against your mesh sleeves. then you survey this version of him: he still has the same youthful visage. plus the merlot suit makes him rather dashing. for someone built like him, he must be partnered up already. 
for you to find out, you break the ice.
"how have you been?"
"have i told you how ravishing you are?"
you startle yourselves with how synced your timing is, but you manage to laugh it off. in unison again, you both apologize and then offer each other to go first. mito, ever being the gentleman, insists that you go ahead.
"i was just asking how you've been, mito. i know that we chance upon each other once in a while, but we've never hung out like this."
he nods, placing his hands in his pockets. "i appreciate your asking, miss (L/N)--"
"please, drop the 'miss'."
"fine. (L/N). same, i guess. there's not much going on. still busy with marketing strategy on weekdays, then hanging out with the usual clowns in my free time. and then this big event. it's an honor to be invited, really."
"of course. you mean a lot to kogure and mitsui. how about you though, partnered up yet?"
he glimpses at you with flickering eyes. "not yet."
for some reason, his response makes your face flush and your heart leap. 
he crosses an arm while his other hand strokes his chin. he parts his lips at first, as if finding the words to reply. knowing he doesn't have a choice, he drops the question anyway. "and how's it going for you tonight?"
you had that million-dollar question coming. you grin to yourself then peek at your feet and legs. you cross your dangling legs and swing them steadily. "you know what, i'm amazed that i still made it alive tonight. it's stupid really, why i do all of these for him–them."
"i suppose it's because he–they–mean a lot to you?"
you snicker, almost raving mad. "yeah. they do. but at the end of the day, they're the package deal and i'm just the add-on."
you halt your discussion as three hotel staff approach you: one prepares two metal chairs, another sets a small round table, and the other sets your drinks on the table. you both acknowledge them and offer tips as they go. 
mito occupies one of the chairs, then focuses on you again. "your concern for your best friends is astounding. but how long will you go on like this? i guarantee you, you're definitely not an add-on, (L/N)."
mito's words may be simple, but they almost rip you like a chainsaw. 
you sigh deeply. "you know, i could leave my current job if i wanted to or turn them down whenever they wanna travel or hang out, but i can't. he's all i have–they're all i have. i even helped them out on their wedding errands–but fine, that's out of bridesmaid and bestie duties. also, mitsui and i had this no-strings-attached thing going for years. kogure knew about our arrangement, and we agreed to end it since they got engaged… if only kogure saw me in a different light, the way he saw mitsui. the way i saw him. it could've been me tonight, you know… down the aisle, til death do us part… me and kogure. why not me? why not me…"
sensing that you're on the verge of breaking, mito offers you a drink. you catch your breath and take a swig of mojito, your favorite. "oh god. i fucking needed this one."
"yeah, they asked for our poison when we entered this calming venue. you were walking briskly so you missed it."
you cackle at the emphasized word and pass the glass back to him, averting your gaze from him to the gloomy landscape of the garden, merely illuminated by a few night lights and the waning moonlight. you conclude that it's a better view in the daytime. "calming, huh. thank you."
he chuckles and returns the drink to the table. 
"so yeah, that's how the stars aligned for me." you puff from your mouth like a child.
"i'm sorry, (L/N). but thank you for trusting me to hear you out. it's a difficult time for you, and yet you chose to be here. are you sure about staying? i mean, you might be suffocating, repressing all that."
you shrug. "it's my best friends' wedding. they need the supporting act. but thank you too for bearing with me. but out of curiosity, did you happen to know that i like mojitos?"
"let's say there were gatherings in the past where both of us were around, but we never took it off."
"oh."
"the staff also mentioned that it's your go-to drink."
you groan and cover your face with your palm, recalling instances of your trips to this hotel when you needed some time away from the couple. "right… well, thanks." 
he shakes his head and reaches for his glass of mojito. a few sips, then an exhale, partly wary of what else could happen tonight. he's been dying to tell you things, but with your recent confessions, he's more worried about your well-being. 
another sip and he loosens his tie and the top two buttons of his inner polo shirt.
the looming silence makes you ponder about mito. despite him being a delinquent back then, you still interacted with him and the sakuragi gang, especially for their help and support to the basketball team. before this moment though, your conversations were often limited to basketball and work. 
then it dawns on you: you never looked past kogure or mitsui. you even turned down a few suitors who tried. it doesn't help that mito's visually pleasing, even more so now.
'how long will you go on like this?'
how could you have missed out on this catch?
you decide to put your feet down on the cold marble ground but on your first few steps, you happen to trip on mito's brogues. you shriek and end up crashing into him, finding yourself on his lap only facing sideways instead of front (to your relief). you steady yourself on him while his left arm catches your back. 
sure, you successfully excluded yourself from the games earlier, but you may have played yourself this time.
(thankfully, the small table is slightly away from your landing.)
shades of red cover your cheeks and both of you break into fits of laughter. "oh my god, i'm sorry, mito!! it's not you, i swear–"
his glistening orbs meet yours, making you gasp and silencing both of you abruptly. it doesn't help that you get a whiff of his musk and amber perfume, which rather suits him.
since being with him tonight, there's an overwhelming warmth building up in your chest, to the pits of your stomach, and down to your knees and toes. it's about to possess you. should you hold back or cave in? 
as for mito, your presence has triggered a rekindled feeling from the past which never went away anyway, he only managed to handle it well. how he has longed to clasp your hands in his and to feel your lips on his after all these years. 
the proximity you're in now seems perfect. he inches nearer and peers at your anxious eyes then your lips, leaving only a little space between you two. 
you quiver from this closeness, you can practically breathe in one another. you're partly nervous, but also more than willing to succumb to this. 
your foreheads touch, noses and lips nuzzle, fingers skimming each other's faces tenderly and repeatedly, as if you have all the time in the world to explore each other. you're both eager to go on, it's unbearable to ignore it. as much as you want it badly, what follows is an impending outburst of tears instead.
pained at this sight of you, mito winces and wipes off your tears with his thumbs swiftly. "hey, i'm sorry. i ought to be more careful–"
you stammer and sob. "no, no it's not you. i'm sorry, it's just–" your heavy eyes meet his aching glance. "let's… let's take it slow, mito." there's only so much you can handle from this whirlwind of emotions.
he soothes your back. "yes, of course, we'll take it slow, alright? cry it all out, (L/N)." he cradles you in his arms as you weep your eyes out.
minutes have passed and you break apart. from his view, your hair is still tied up in a bun save for a few loose strands on the sides, while your makeup has smudged and faded. you let his digits help you clear up the scattered mascara, traces of foundation and blush on, when something slips his mind, making him pause.
"save for your lipstick, waterproof makeup is a myth. and i'm sorry that my hands are dirty and i dabbed it all over you."
you giggle. "it's fine, really. you've done a lot for me tonight. i can't thank you enough." you suppress your sobs and dry up your tears with your own hands.
you both rise from your seats and stride towards the arch which is the entry and exit point of the villa. the breeze is stronger in this area, making your skins prickle. mito takes his suit coat off and wraps it around you. subconsciously, your hands reach out for one another and let your fingers twine.
"stay with me a little longer. please." you plead to him softly.
he nods calmly then he raises your chin with care, sharp gaze transfixed on you. "i'm not leaving you, (L/N). i can't lose you anymore." he leans in and as much as he aims for your lips, he drops a kiss on your forehead instead. his thumbs draw circles on your cheeks. a weary smile forms on your lips.
you and mito linger at the villa embracing each other. he starts humming a familiar love song, prompting you to sway together, oblivious that you both find your rhythm right away. your misty eyes and smiles find each other, fully aware of this new level of mutual discernment.
✨️
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knifewieldingenby · 7 months
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Thought I'd give an update about The Girl I Talk About Too Much. Not many people have shown interest, but I know a few of you have so I figured what the hell. I need to talk about it.
So, a few months ago me, her, and her partner sat down and talked. They'd mentioned that me and her would be able to form a sexual/possibly a bit romantic connection steadily, as the partner became comfortable with different levels of physicality. I was very much Not Okay with this. I wanted to be able to form an organic connection with her, as we'd done before the partner entered the equation. I wasn't okay with being with someone who needed to ask permission every time she wanted to share a new experience with me. Doing so felt like willingly sacrificing my autonomy. I made this crystal fucking clear to them that if this was how they intended to approach polyamory, with the couples privilege in full swing, I wasn't interested in being a part of that. We talked, and they agreed. The partner in particular said they didn't want to limit her ability to form natural connections, and both of them assured me this wouldn't be the case.
Fast forward to a week ago. She and I hung out, played games, cuddled, and ended up having sex. I checked in many times to make certain it was okay with the partner (and I shouldn't have even had to do that). She assured me it was okay. Next morning we were messaging, everything going well. She was more talkative than usual (over discord), super invested and open, and I thought it was because we'd rekindled that connection. Then she hit me with the "can I talk to you about something heavy" and all I could think was welp, here we fucking go again.
Turns out, she did need permission! In her defense, she had also interpreted that conversation as her partner saying that things were good going forward, permission wasn't required, so I can't fault her too much for that. The partner was being vague, and agreeing to something they had no intention of sticking to. But she didn't check in with them to be certain beforehand, which is where she fucked up with them. Where she'd really fucked up with me was when I reminded her of that conversation and she said "if I'd understood you correctly, I would have made the call myself that this wouldn't work out."
I went back through our chat to delete any pictures I'd sent her and stumbled on the end of our discord conversation about that (which occurred prior to us three meeting and coming to an agreement) and I literally could not have been more clear. And she showed the messages to her partner (with my permission) so we could "all be in the same page." There's no way in fuck they both misinterpreted me. So now I feel lied to, betrayed, and ashamed of sharing my body with her. I've been through so much trauma and have worked my entire adult life to connect to my body and sexuality. When I share myself with someone, it's a big fucking deal. And she made me regret it, and *that* is what I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive.
Our conversation Wednesday ended with her saying "if there's anything I can do to make this more positive let me know" (lmao what?) I said "I don't know if anything will. I feel hollow. I'll think on it and message you tomorrow." It's Saturday, I haven't messaged her, and I don't know when I will. She's my friend, I love her, part of me still wants her in my life. But she fucked up so bad (with both me and her partner. Their relationship has not been very pretty since this went down). And the intimate side of our connection has always gone hand-in-hand with our friendship. When my wife finally met her, they said they could tell after about 30 seconds that we were deeply drawn to each other. It's always been that way. But she started dating her partner first, that monog hierarchy kicked right in, and I was shoved aside. It didn't matter that I'd met her first, that we had these feelings first. They were the couple, so I would always be less.
And THAT is why I made a promise that I wouldn't date someone brand new to polyamory, especially not someone coupled with a person who is also brand new. I've been the guinea pig too many times. But I let my heart win and I broke my own rule. After the first time things got messy, I could justify it by "they both thought they were ready but you never know until you know, and they promised to do a ton of research and work on themselves because they really want this" and I fucking waited. I waited for over a year like a dumbass, and this is what I got in the end. Me and the partner were supposed to hang out today. We get along amazingly well and wanted to become friends. Guess what's probably not going to happen? As for this person that I've been low-key in love with for a year and a half, who I was content to have an intimate friendship with because I knew she couldn't handle another partner, I just. I just don't think I can do that to myself again. I need to respect myself more than that. She hurt me so fucking bad - it's been a long time since I've sobbed while listening to break up songs and felt like my heart was going to kill me. I can't do that again, not with her.
I've learned my lesson. I'll know better from now on.
The funny thing is, I actually am dating someone else who is "new" to polyamory, but it's a bit different. They fell for my meta when she had two other partners. They loved seeing her interact with said partners and were so happy for her. They accepted that she would always love and be loved by others, and they wanted nothing less for her. We started dating 5 weeks ago, so I'm their first polyam experience dating more than one person. It's been lovely. They, unlike the two assholes above, put the work in even before they started dating my meta. They are truly someone who was meant to be polyamorous. I think people get too comfortable viewing polyamory as just a relationship choice, but this is what I mean when I say it's also an orientation. Some people are just monogamous, and that's okay! Just bc you want to be polyam doesn't mean you can be or that it's good for you. Just bc I want dairy doesn't mean it's good for my body (it very much it not, oof). More than anything, I want to tell them to stay the fuck away from polyamorous people until they figure out how to do so without imposing a structure that hurts other people. Ugh, I'm rambling now. Fuck them! FUCK THEM!!!
....actually one more thing! A real kicker, another thing that's been rotating in my head, is when I told her: remember when I said that last convo was so hard for me bc it forced me to ask myself how much pain I'm willing to risk experiencing for you? Did you feel the weight of that at the time? Did you realize how significant that was? And she said no 🙃
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I don't know if you've been asked this before, I tried searching for a keyword but found nothing like this.
Can you be ace but want a poly relationship?
I've spent the last 8 years of my life exploring sex and relationships with both genders (Shockingly no one other than male or female) but I've recently come to realize that sex is uncomfortable, forced, and just generally unpleasant to me. I'm not exactly repulsed so much as I don't find that I am very often attracted to people by the thought of being in bed with them.
All I want is cuddles and kisses and affection the doesn't go past touching. My younger sister is also ace (And came out to me like 3 years ago), though she is definitely sex repulsed. She was actually the one who showed me an internet video of how ace people view themselves and sex and I realized that these people were speaking the thoughts I had long kept to myself!
I don't want to actively have sexy times with anyone else, but the idea of watching other people of any gender enjoying each other does bring me some excitement and pleasure. I've considered trying to find a partner and then expressing these feelings, but I don't think that would be particularly considerate of me. I've tried for so long to figure out how I love people and what my needs are and the truth is I still don't know. Do you have any advice?
This is actually so, so common. And also a big perk of poly for some people - if two partners are romantically compatible but have incompatible sex drives, they might branch into polyamory in order to balance out their physical and romantic needs. It's a huge misconception that polyamory is just about sex, or swinging, or having one night stands and always coming home to the same primary partner (although those are also valid forms of poly).
At the end of the day, there is no checklist of criteria you must fulfill in order to consider yourself poly. There are no rules! Explore what feels right to you and dont feel pressured to use any labels at all if you dont want to.
Hope this helps!
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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To the New Us
Pairing: Anne x Sasha x Marcy
Tags: post-canon, reunions, confessions, sleepovers, polyamory, polyamory negotiations
Word count: 2k
Ao3
A/N: I'm gonna miss the Calamity Trio! I'm glad to see that they're all doing good though and that they found their way to each other again. There's so many possibilities to how their relationship can go from here so this is just one of my idea.
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10 years is a long time for people to change. For relationships to change. For people to drift apart. But also to grow and to find each other again. And Anne, Sasha and Marcy did just that. They’ve been through a lot in Amphibia, it changed them for the better.
Some things though, some things don’t change. And that thing, was their traditional sleepover. Maintaining her title of Sleepover Queen it was Sasha who suggested a spontaneous sleepover after the three finished their lunch. It took no further convincing, actually both Anne and Mary jumped in joy at the suggestion.
“Can we just swing by my place real quick? I need to feed Domino III and get something to sleep in.”
“Sure thing Anne. You need to do anything Mar-Mar?” Sasha couldn’t keep the smile of her face when she saw the small blush on Marcy’s cheeks when she called her by her nickname.
“Nah, I got a few things in my backpack. The rest is coming by plane tomorrow.”
They packed their things up, quickly swing by Anne’s house and then went to Sasha’s apartment. It was smaller than her usual place, with pictures and drawings of the trio, of Grime and the Plantars. Lots of books on emotions, anger management and working with kids. And a few movies Marcy recognized as her old favorites.
“Finally watched them. They were cool.” Sasha shrugged as she guided the two other girls to her room.
“You have a nice place dude.” Anne looked around the room, taking in the band posters, the MMA posters, the guitar, and once again, the picture of the trio.
“I’ll frame this new one too. Do you girls have anything you wanna do, I have snacks, or I can order us some food if you’re still hungry. We can watch a movie or two.” Sasha didn’t really have a solid plan for this one, she was more than happy to go along with whatever. Honestly she was just happy to have the two of them back.
“I kinda just wanna talk to you guys. There’s still a lot we have to catch up on.” Marcy spoke up and looked at Anne.
“Yeah. But also I really wanna do this!” Anne ran toward Sasha’s bed and threw herself on it. She bounced up a few times before she settled in the middle of it, “It’s even softer then it looks!”
“Oh I wanna try!” Marcy joined in, landing on Anne’s left, laughing along.
Sasha chuckled at the two’s antics. “Come on, I know my bed is great and all but you don’t need to break it on the first try.”
Anne snorted, “Wait... has that happened before?”
A blush spread across Sasha’s cheeks, “N-No. Although I swear that last girl I dated tried.” The blonde shook her head at the memory.
“What kind of people are you dating dude?!” Anne sat up suddenly interested in this love story. Marcy sighed, yet another thing that hasn’t changed, Anne’s love of romance.
“Very normal ones. I have great taste.” Sasha crossed her arms in mock challenge.
“Right... like that one guy in high school who broke his leg trying to do a flip on a moving bike.”
“What now?! How did no one mention that yet?! Was he ok?!” Marcy waived her arms, grabbing Anne but looking at Sasha, eager to learn more.
“He was fine... after a few months...” Sasha groaned, “I still stand by what I said.”
The trio laughed at Sasha poor attempt at defending her claim. “Come on, let’s get changed. You’re all cool with changing in the same room right?” Anne looked at the two. There was a brief moment of silence. “Hey, uh... we don’t have to if you two are still...”
“I’m fine!” Marcy broke the silence and without warning pulled her shirt off, “See?!” Her smile faded when she realized that her two friends were gaping at her, both with blushes on their cheeks as they stared at the scar between her chest. “Oh, sorry about that. I’m so used to living alone... I guess.” Sheepishly she walked to her back pack and pulled out her pajamas.
“Hey Mar-Mar.” Sasha called. The two now turned to the blonde. She turned her back to them and took off her own shirt, “We match girl.” There was a scar across her back, longer than the one Marcy had on her back and chest.
Anne looked back and forth between the two, her blush now forgotten, her state of embarrassment now replaced by guilt.
“I didn’t mean to make this awkward. Or bring up bad memories for you guys.” Anne’s voice was quiet, almost unheard.
“Anne I see this scar every day. I’ve more than had time... and therapy to help me deal with it. It has some bad memories but... it also reminds me of the things we’ve been though. I’d never want to forget that. Again.” Marcy pulled her pajama shirt over her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder, smoothing it over.
“Same here. I want to be reminded. It’s part of the reason I keep my hair short. You know, other that I look hot.” There was a small chuckle before she continued, “It helps me realize how long I’ve come from who I used to be. How the two of you helped me change for the better. How Amphibia changed all us for the better.”
Anne felt tears prickling at the corner of her eyes, “Yeah. I know it did. I... I miss them you know.”
“We know Anna-Bananna. We all do.” Marcy pulled the bottoms out and glanced at the bag Anne brought. It had three frog key chains on it, each one looking like one of the Plantars. “We all do.”
There was a moment of silence between them as they reminisced on their time in Amphibia.
Sasha broke the silence by clapping her hands, “Come on, we’re here to have fun. A little break from stress is crucial to leading a happy life.”
“One of you psychiatrist nuggets of wisdom?” Marcy smirked as she made her way back to the bed.
“Nah, just common sense.” The blonde pulled her sleeping shirt over her head and picked up a pair of sleep shorts. Anne sighed, smiled and went to change as well. They all got changed in silence after that. It was a comfortable silence. At least until Sasha screamed, “Pillow fight!”
They room descended into chaos, the girls running to grab a pillow, avoiding each others attempts to pull each other back, laughing with all their hearts while they tried to smack each other with said pillows.
The trio collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.
“I missed this.” Marcy lifted herself up on her elbows, looking to the side at her two friends.
“Well hey, you’re back so maybe we’ll get to do this more often.” Anne sat up, the pillow held tight against her chest in excitement.
“I’d like that.” A smallest hint of a blush appeared in Marcy’s cheeks.
“We’ll try to match up our schedules. That’s where you come in Marcy, you’re always awesome with those.” Sasha winked and watched with satisfaction as Marcy’s blush deepened at her compliment. Maybe her suspicions were correct after all. “So Mar-Mar, anyone special in your life? Anne over here is always too busy for relationships when ever I ask, I need someone to share my woes with.”
Marcy nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck, “Not really. My editor actually asked me out to diner once, but I didn’t realize she meant it as a date. We only ever talked about my webcomic so I assumed that’s what she wanted. She’s really cool but I don’t think she’s quite my type you know.”
“You two are hopeless.” Sasha was immediately descended upon by the other two, her hands being held to the side of her head as the blonde playfully tried to kick them off, “Alright, alright, sorry, I take that back.”
“For your information, I’ve had plenty of people ask me out.” Anne grinned triumphantly, “I just didn’t have time for many dates so it never really went on for too long. Guess none of us are lucky when it comes to romance.”
“Don’t say that! We just gotta find someone we click with.”
“We click well with each other.” Sasha commented, more to herself that to the other two. She was surprised when she was met with wide eyes staring down at her.
“Sasha...” Marcy started.
“Is this your weird way of confessing?” Anne joked, a teasing smile appearing on her face, her finger playfully poking Sasha’s scared cheek.
Sasha’s cheeks lit up, “Shut up Boonchuy! If I was confessing, I’d make it so good the two off you would be all over me in a heartbeat. I’ll have you know I’ve swept people off their feet!”
Anne and Marcy shared a look. Sasha knew that look. She knew she was in trouble somehow. “All over you huh?” Marcy grinned.
“Oh no. No hold on!” Sasha couldn’t defend against their joined tickle attack.
After what felt like an eternity, and Sasha’s eyes watering to the point she actually cried from laughter, Anne and Marcy stopped, collapsing to Sasha’s sides.
“You two are terrible. I changed my mind.” Sasha took a few deep breaths to calm down from her laughing fit.
The three of them were silent, each pondering what Sasha said before.
“Do you guys think that would work? The three of us?” There was a hint of a tremble to Anne’s question.
“I mean we always did make a good team. We grew apart over the years, we changed, but it’s still so... easy with you two. Getting back to the way things used to be. I always thought that the three of us kind of... fit. Like a puzzle.” Marcy lifted her hands and animated solving a puzzle.
“And you were always so good at solving those Mar-Mar.” Anne leaned over Sasha and smiled at the adorable nerd.
Sasha hummed, “Are you two... actually considering this?”
“Well now that you said it, its all in my head you know.” Marcy clapped her hands together, the puzzle seemingly solved in her mind.
“Hold on! Don’t move, I gotta go get something!” Sasha suddenly jumped off the bed, her voice high pitched as she almost stumbled over the clothes on the floor and out the door. There was some commotion accompanied by a few curse words and a loud pop before the blonde re-appeared with three glasses and a bottle. “Gotta do this at least somewhat right.”
Sasha jumped back down on the bed and handed Anne and Marcy a glass each.
“Did you seriously have that just sitting around this whole time?” Anne couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Sasha just having a bottle of champagne ready.
“This one is special. So yes.” She expertly poured each of them a glass. “Anne, Marcy... do you wanna go on a date?” The words came out a little fast, a bit high pitched, and very nervous. “You two are right, we all changed and before we make anything official, we should go on a few dates right? To see how it’ll work.”
Marcy was the first one to chug the glass, much to Anna and Sasha’s surprise. “We should definitely do a test run. I’ve went through a lot of teams before I settled for one that I wanted to have working on my webcomic. It only makes sense to test the waters.”
“And... if things don’t work out, no hard feelings right? I’d really like them to work though, I missed you guys so much.” Anne watched as Marcy asked Sasha for another glass.
Sasha smiled, “A toast. To reunions, best friends forever... and to the new us. What ever that ends up meaning.”
“To the new us.” Anne echoed.
“The new us.” Marcy repeated.
The trio clicked their glasses and slipped the drink. They ended up watching just one movie, but they did somehow make it just barely past midnight before they all fell asleep in a big cuddle pile on Sasha’s bed. Neither was sure what their future held, the important thing was that they had each other. Always, in what ever way it was meant to be.
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bambirex · 9 months
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The World Is Yours, If You Seek The Good: Chapter 9
Pairings: Geraskefer, Geraskier, Yennskier, Yenralt
Characters: Jaskier, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt of Rivia, Ciri of Cintra, Lambert
Additional tags: implied/referenced abuse, forced pregnancy, mpreg, creature fic, fae jaskier, creature jaskier, creature yennefer, captivity, enemies to friends to lovers, polyamory, found family, hurt/comfort, it starts out angsty but it gets better, completely made up lore, fertility issues, completely made up skills and powers, angst, angst with a happy ending, whump, jaskier whump, yennefer whump
Full word count: 28,302 words
Chapter word count: 2,964 words
Chapters: 9/?
Summary: Used and abused by humans, Jaskier and Yennefer believe they are alone and with no reason to trust anybody. That is, until they meet each other - and then, a couple of other strange misfits.
Chapter summary: Geralt is slowly but surely warming up to the two strangers in his house.
Author's notes: It's been a while, huh? Life has been absolutely crazy in the past few months and I only managed to poke my head above the water writing-wise here and there, but it seems like I'm back on track! I am returning to you with a soft chapter where characters get to know each other and may even catch some feelings! I also decided to unleash some more misery over Lambert as well because it's funny.
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The entire situation was absolutely surreal. There was a pregnant fae, and a very grumpy witch currently residing in his temporary home, eating his food, bathing in his tub. Ciri chatted with them as if they had known each other all their lives: they seemed comfortable around each other, in a way that made Geralt’s heart soften, just a little bit.
Maybe that was why it all happened, but the most surreal thing was that Geralt didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would.
Don’t get him wrong, it was clearly not an ideal living situation, especially when Jaskier and Yennefer started their usual banter, which then evolved into a hysterical scenario where Yennefer – possibly to avoid taking out her anger on the synella – set one of Ciri’s cactuses on fire. Jaskier followed that up by resurrecting the scorched plant, only for Yennefer to burn it to ashes again. This back and forth seemingly ended with the cactus intact, but then Jaskier had to make a comment about how Yennefer forgot to use this important skill of hers when they escaped from their owner, which set Yennefer off again. After about half an hour of tug of war, Geralt confiscated the cactus.
It wasn’t very easy to deal with Jaskier’s hormonal mood swings, and Yennefer’s regular ones. Geralt has never met such a stubborn, hot-headed, unhinged pair before. But for all their teasing, their daily threats of killing each other and insulting each other left and right, there was a bond between them, a deep, unbreakable one. It was obvious to anyone who looked at them longer than a second: Geralt could see it in the way their touch lingered, the way their eyes sparked up when they looked at each other.
And Ciri, the one Geralt was doing all of this for, loved and trusted these creatures. Geralt still wasn’t sure he would ever be able to do the same, but seeing Ciri so carefree, so happy around them made him wonder if he misjudged these folks.
A week has passed since Ciri asked (well, demanded) for the creatures to stay, and with each day, Geralt learnt more and more about them.
Jaskier seemed very keen on trying to make himself useful around the house, which was both annoying and endearing. He was constantly in Geralt’s way, following him around like a puppy as he practically begged to be trusted with some household chores. Geralt tried to ignore him at first, but Jaskier seemed relentless, so eventually, Geralt gave in. He handed Jaskier some easy tasks to occupy himself with, which was a great opportunity for Geralt to observe him.
Jaskier seemed silly at first, an easily distracted, naïve daydreamer who couldn’t be trusted with lifting a plate off the table. The longer Geralt looked, though, the more he saw of him: there was an incredible strength in him, and not just because of his powers. The soft, gentle outer layer hid a strong, brave heart. The synella had to endure so much throughout his life. Geralt was unfortunately familiar with the ways humans treated synellas. The fact that after all he’s been through, Jaskier walked around with a smile on his face, radiating sunshine and optimism, proved he was stronger than anyone else.
Geralt has heard him sing lullabies to Ciri. His voice was the sweetest, most beautiful thing Geralt has ever heard. Even his own restless heart started to calm as Jaskier hummed a beautiful melody, his silken voice filling the tiny hut. Ciri, who suffered from nightmares constantly, slept better since Jaskier was there.
He was very pretty too, not that Geralt looked too much. His rosy cheeks and cornflower blue eyes, his soft brown hair and gentle curves painted a lovely picture as he scrubbed at the dishes, his nose slightly upturned in concentration. He idly rubbed his swelling belly sometimes, with a tiny smile on his face.
Jaskier must have sensed that Geralt was staring, because he looked up at him over the dirty dishes. He gave him a smile and a tiny wave that sent soap suds flying all over the kitchen. Geralt, for some reason, didn’t mind.
“You can go rest,” he suggested, “you’ve washed enough dishes for a lifetime.”
“Most of it is my doing,” Jaskier admitted with a chuckle, “did a little too much late night snacking. Sorry about that.”
Geralt was well aware of that, as he actually shared his bed with Jaskier now. He did not want to force him to stay in a cramped closet in his condition, but there were only two beds in the hut: his and Ciri’s. Of course, Yennefer made it clear she would rather take a dip in a poisonous swamp then sleep next to a witcher, so that meant Jaskier was now sleeping in Geralt’s, and Yennefer in Ciri’s bed. Geralt was quite worried about the latter at first, still not sure of Yennefer’s intentions. That was until he saw them cuddling on the bed, with Yennefer holding Ciri protectively.
“You chew really loud.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“That’s alright. And I’m serious. You don’t need to clean the entire house.”
“I want you to like me,” Jaskier replied, surprisingly honest. He gave a small shrug, in the company of a cheeky grin. “Don’t you enjoy the view of me bending over?”
“You don’t really bend,” Geralt snorted, “and flirting won’t put you in my good graces.”
“Oh?” Jaskier blinked, feigning innocence. “What will?”
Geralt wasn’t sure what to say to that. He had an underlying fear that Jaskier was already in said graces with him.
“Rest,” Geralt ordered him gently, “you will thank me later for making you.”
Jaskier sighed, then slumped down on a chair. “You know, you’re different from what I imagined.”
“What did you imagine?”
“A grumpy witcher who wants our heads on a stake. I mean, you are quite grumpy, but… there’s a kindness in you, is there not? I see it all the time. When you’re with Ciri, especially. You really love her.”
Geralt smiled. “I do. And I will protect her, no matter what.”
“What is it that she needs protection from?” Jaskier asked, lowering his voice slightly, in case Ciri was eavesdropping on them. “She told us about how you keep trying to protect her from something, someone, but you’re not being honest with her.”
“The less she knows, the safer she is,” Geralt replied. He picked up the unfinished dishes and started scrubbing them himself. “Besides… I am not completely sure, either. Lots of people are after her. Very bad people.”
“Is she human?”
Geralt stilled. He looked back at Jaskier over his shoulder. The fae’s eyes were curious, boring into his, hungry for answers. Geralt so desperately wished he could trust him enough to tell him the little but very alarming information he knew about Ciri’s bloodline, but he wasn’t there just yet. He already trusted Jaskier more than he thought he would, but he has learnt the hard way that it was smarter to not let many people close.
“I can’t tell you everything,” Geralt replied, deciding to be as honest as he could. “I’m sorry, Jaskier.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jaskier said genuinely, “I understand. I do care about Ciri a lot, too, you know. And so does Yennefer. And I guess, I just want you to know that… if those mysterious people would ever come for Ciri… we’re here for her.”
“You and Yennefer seem to be pretty close,” Geralt said, changing the subject quickly as he suddenly felt too overwhelmed by Jaskier’s words. He wasn’t sure what the emotions that they invoked in him meant, but he knew it was a lot.
There was a faint blush on Jaskier’s cheeks as he smiled.
“The crazy witch is getting on my nerves all the time,” he chuckled, but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his voice. “We’re quite the unlikely pair, aren’t we? One meant to create, the other meant to destroy. Light and dark, soft and hard. A fae and a witch. We couldn’t be any more different, but… the things we went through… they tied us together, for life.”
Geralt hated to see the sadness in Jaskier’s eyes. A part of him wondered where he could find that Master, so he could break his limbs.
“And, ugh, I hate to admit it, but I care about her, too,” Jaskier rolled his eyes, though a soft smile returned to his face, “and I know she will come around, Geralt. She did it with me. For days, she only talked to me to threaten me. But then, we became… friends, I think? I know she’s all prickly now, but this is what she uses to hide how scared she is. She’s suffered an awful lot. It’s not easy for her to trust people. But she will, eventually. Because… we can trust you, right, Geralt?”
Jaskier’s voice was full of hope. Geralt put down the dishes and wiped his hands on a washcloth before he walked over to Jaskier, gently laying a hand on his shoulder.
“I promise,” Geralt said sincerely, “I won’t hurt either of you.”
Jaskier placed his own hand over the one Geralt had on his shoulder, and smiled up at him.
Geralt found himself smiling right back.
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Lambert came over for dinner that evening. It was almost hilarious to see him act so wary around Yennefer, pointedly avoiding sitting next to her in case she decided to punch him again. The triumphant grin on Yennefer’s face made Geralt chuckle.
“So, how are you all tolerating each other?” Lambert asked around a mouthful of stew. “I’m surprised to see no one has killed anyone.”
“Yet,” Yennefer said, glaring at Lambert. He huffed, but wisely decided not to react.
“We’re good, right?” Ciri chimed in, looking from one of them to the other, anxiously inspecting their reactions. Geralt smiled and patted her head.
“Yeah. Good.”
“Yennefer and Jaskier help a lot around the house,” Ciri continued proudly, “it’s so awesome they can use their powers even for that!”
Geralt suddenly remembered the cactus’ fate and groaned softly.
“Right,” Lambert hummed. His eyes drifted to Jaskier’s stomach for about the twentieth time that evening, which made Jaskier sigh.
“Just ask what you want to know.”
“How the fuck,” Lambert said eloquently, “aren’t you a man?”
Jaskier raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”
Lambert blinked in confusion for several moments. Ciri giggled softly, and even Yennefer seemed to have a grin on her face.
“What…?”
“Well, I guess I am considered a male by humans and some other creatures,” Jaskier explained, “and I am fine with that. Though, I don’t really limit myself to such categories. Most faes don’t.”
“Okay, so…” Lambert rubbed at his beard, “what about the, eh. You’re pregnant. So, like, how does that happen?”
“Lambert,” Geralt growled at him, “you’re being rude. Besides, you clearly skipped the lesson on faes.”
“I guess, yeah. I’m just curious, you know? I have never seen a pregnant man… man-ish person, before?”
“It works pretty easily, you know,” Jaskier said, a cheeky glint in his eyes, “it happens via touch.”
“Touch?”
“Yeah, if you get touched by a pregnant fae, you get pregnant, too.”
“If… if you’re a fae, too. Right?” Lambert asked. His voice turned uncharacteristically high-pitched at the end. Ciri hid her laughter in her cup, while Yennefer bit her tongue to do the same.
“No, actually, that’s one of our skills, too,” Jaskier lied, putting on an innocent expression. Geralt shook his head with a snort. Lambert looked more and more confused with each second.
“Like, if I do this…” Jaskier reached out towards Lambert who jumped up from the table with a loud yelp, trying to get as far away from Jaskier as possible. Ciri couldn’t hold her laughter anymore: she started wheezing hysterically, nearly falling into Yennefer’s lap. Geralt couldn’t help a fond grin as he watched Jaskier practically chase a frightened Lambert around the kitchen, dramatically cooing about how awesome it would be to breastfeed together. It took the panicking witcher several moments before he realized they were all taking the piss at him. He was very offended, of course, and muttered something about how he knew this wasn’t true, he was only pretending to be scared.
“No, okay, this was mean,” Jaskier admitted with a laugh, “don’t worry, Lambert. You can’t catch pregnancy. But I do know my body must be confusing to humans. One of its merits is that I can get pregnant practically lickety-spit, and it doesn’t necessarily look like a human male’s under the clothes, so…”
Geralt nearly choked on his water. He really did not need to imagine what Jaskier looked like without clothes. And yet, his cheeks heated up. Shit. He should have had wine instead.
“Fucking hell, you really picked the weirdest creatures,” Lambert chuckled at Ciri who only shrugged. She was still leaning against Yennefer’s side, comfortable and safe. Geralt felt his chest warm at the sight.
“I like to think I picked friends, actually,” Ciri said with a smile.
Geralt had to admit, it sounded pretty nice.
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Jaskier already went to bed to sleep off the bad heartburn he suffered after dinner. Geralt decided to check on Ciri first.
His child surprise was already asleep when Geralt poked his head inside the room. Yennefer sat against the headboard, gently caressing Ciri’s hair who had her head in Yennefer’s lap. She hugged Yennefer’s leg tight, burrowing deep into her warmth.
It was hard to believe that Yennefer was supposed to be a violent killing machine when she looked so soft like this. She was a bit of an enigma to Geralt: she, unlike Jaskier, didn’t try near as hard to be loved. She mostly avoided Geralt and didn’t even try to pretend she trusted him. The drepima was closed-off, a little standoffish. She was wary around other people, protecting herself with an angry, cold armor. In some ways, she reminded Geralt of himself.
Like Jaskier, Yennefer has gone through hell. Geralt knew that drepimas were dangerous because of their powers, but he also knew they were only so if they fell in the wrong hands. A drepima wasn’t actually born to be a weapon, it wasn’t in their nature. Humans made them such. While it was a lot easier to relax around someone like Jaskier, Geralt was willing to give Yennefer the benefit of doubt. He saw how she acted around Ciri, and around Jaskier: she wasn’t as cold then, maybe. Because she definitely had love in her heart.
She looked up at Geralt, her face still but her eyes questioning, inquiring, always. She never stopped questioning Geralt, never stopped being worried that he would never be on their side. Geralt suddenly wanted to prove her wrong.
“You’re good with her,” he said, nodding towards the sleeping Ciri. Yennefer looked down at her, her eyes softening.
“Thank you.”
“I know you don’t trust me,” Geralt continued, “and I’m not sure about you, either. But I’m willing to do this for Ciri, and maybe… for myself, too. Because you had plenty of opportunity to hurt Ciri, but you didn’t. You care about her.”
“I could never hurt her,” Yennefer replied. She avoided looking into Geralt’s eyes. “It makes sense you don’t trust me with her. I guess I did not give you a reason to.”
“You’re doing it now. She looks up to you, you know?”
Yennefer blinked up at him. There was confusion, fear and something else – hope, perhaps- swirling in her violet eyes. She opened her mouth then closed it, unsure of what to say.
“I can see it when she looks at you. She trusts and respects you. That means a lot.”
“It does,” Yennefer whispered, so quietly that Geralt barely heard her, “but why are you being so kind? What are your intentions?”
“Nothing,” Geralt promised. “Other than that since because it seems like we’re all stuck together, we should try and make the most of it.”
Yennefer chuckled. “That almost sounded sweet, for a witcher.”
Geralt snorted. The smile on Yennefer’s face looked more genuine than her previous, teasing smirks. She was beautiful, even half-hidden by the darkness. There was something ethereal about the way her luscious raven locks melted in with the darkness of the room, and the way the moonlight reflected off her mysterious eyes and pearly white teeth.
While Jaskier’s soft, unassuming exterior hid a brave heart of steel, Geralt could tell that Yennefer’s own façade hid something, too: something sweet and vulnerable, something that needed to be protected.
“Good night, Yennefer,” Geralt said. He was already out of the room when he heard Yennefer say it back to him, her voice kinder than Geralt has ever heard before.
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He slipped beneath the covers, trying not to wake Jaskier. The fae lay on his side next to him, his lips slightly parted, his long lashes casting shadows on his face. Geralt watched him for a couple moments before he turned his eyes towards the ceiling, sighing.
A week ago, every single cell inside his body resisted the idea of accepting two strangers into his home, and now, he felt intrigued by them: he still wasn’t completely sure where they stood, or what would happen. The threats were still plenty. Who knew when Ciri would be attacked, or when the old Master would come to collect his escapees. The future was blurry, and so were the emotions that Geralt’s supposedly unfeeling witcher heart was filled with.
His main purpose was still to protect and love Ciri with all his might, but maybe, just maybe, he could allow himself to extend that to other people, too.
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strangerpeace · 9 months
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So this is a long venting post about my life, but I don’t really have other places to vent on the Internet and maybe some of you will find this amusing. This isn’t a bit. All of this is stuff that has me pissed off, awake at 6:38 AM EDT, typing on a porch, ready to cry and scream and fight God.
Life sucks right now.
And I’ve been making so much lemonade out of lemons that I am now the Citrus Deity.
In no particular order:
- our landlord has been super patient with us, but we owe like 3k of back rent and are like this close to being evicted. that’s great.
- i’m unemployed right now, due to a bunch of academic political bullshit and the fact that when it comes to having resilience in the face of bigoted co-workers or passive aggressive office culture who in no uncertain terms let me know that they hope I die, I’m a wet paper towel made of crying
- there’s a whole ass interpersonal drama between me and a long time friend
- i have really bad acid reflux and it hurts like the dickens
- and then there’s the fucking ghost, but we’ll get to her
- i was accidentally a dick to a bunch of my streaming friends because of prior interpersonal drama and it sucked a lot. apologies and understanding is there, but also god damn it, why am i like this?
- every day i wake up and i just continually feel like, wow—there’s no way to get out of this failure spiral is there? I’m 39 going on 40, a PhD dropout in philosophy and theatre, my streaming career is stalling because my headspace is all fucked, my TTRPG development is also stalling because my headspace is fucked and it feels like I’m shouting into a void, i’ve had to do fundraisers just to get our phones back?, so like another fundraiser for rent is just… alado;mal;sdjfalksdjf
- don’t even get me started on the system shit (yes, i’m a system, etc. etc.)
- and then there’s the fucking ghost, the newest addition to Mount Fucklife. I’m so mad, I’m not even like… spooked out or creeped out. This fucking OLD LADY with a creepy fucking distorted face glitches my phone camera and of fucking course the video is corrupted and somebody in the system decided “nope not dealing with this” and deletes it. But it doesn’t actually matter if anyone believes this, the important part here is that last night, my long time partner ends up taking a swing at me in her sleep!?, quickly apologizes, and says she had a dream where an old woman wouldn’t stop yelling at the two of us about how we’re sleeping in the same bed and we’re not married. And my partner got so mad that she had to punch to get out of the dream. I asked her to describe it and lo and fucking behold, oooo spooky, it’s the same old lady.
Ya’ll. I am being haunted by a fucking old lady who is soooooooo upset and can’t update her fucking retrograde ass beliefs about sexual ethics and relationships during everything else. Like for FUCK’S SAKE, lady, READ THE FUCKING ROOM.
I do NOT have time, energy, or the spoons to somehow explain 21st century sexual and relationship ethics, or polyamory, or interracial relationships to a motherfucking old racist biddy ass conservative motherfucking PHANTASM.
YOU SPECTRAL BINT, I HAVE ACID REFLUX. GET ME SOME FUCKING PEPCID AND TUMS AND THEN MAYBE. MAYBE WE WILL FUCKING TALK.
Anyway, unprofessional language and questionable metaphysics aside, if you need an educator or tutor in English, Philosophy, or any other humanities, please reach out and contact me via DM. If you would like to donate, I also have a Ko-Fi (ko-fi.com/strangerpeace). ok i need to get some sleep.
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Does this count as a Poly Relationship?
Recently we've received several questions about whether or not a certain relationship dynamic counts as a poly relationship, so here's a short (ish) explainer as a guide for Poly!Queen Week 2022! 💖
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❓ What is Polyamory?
Polyamory is a category of the Ethical Non-Monogamy (ENM) or Consensual Non-Monogamy (CNM) spectrum.
Polyamory can be defined as the non-possessive, honest, responsible, and ethical philosophy and practice of loving multiple people simultaneously.
📝 What differentiates Polyamory and other types of Ethical Non-Monogamy?
A general perspective is while polyamory focuses on love, other forms of Ethical Non-Monogamy (such as open relationship or swinging) may not necessarily be the same.
This insightful article breaks it down to make it simple:
Polyamory means having multiple romantic relationships at the same time, with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved. An open relationship is a relationship where the parties are free to take new partners. The terms both fall under the heading of “ethical non-monogamy,” but they are not synonymous. You can combine them or do one without the other. - If your relationship is polyamorous and open, then it’s kosher for you to take new relationships, and you may fall in love with your partners. - If your relationship is polyamorous and closed, then you have more than one partner but have agreed not to take any new ones. For example, you could have a closed triad, a group of three people who are only involved with each other and don’t get involved with anyone else. - If your relationship is open and not polyamorous, then you may take new partners, but these connections are not supposed to be romantic. Swingers often have sex outside their main relationship, but keep it casual. - If your relationship is neither open nor polyamorous, you’re probably monogamous.
💕 What are some examples of a Polyamorous relationship?
There are countless possible arrangements in a poly relationship depending on circumstances, but here are some common examples you may find.
By hierarchy:
Hierarchical Polyamory: There is one primary relationship, usually with relationship rule-defining power, while partners outside of that are considered secondary or tertiary.
Non-hierarchical Polyamory: No one is defined as a primary partner. Relationships may all be equal, or may vary in time, energy, commitment, and significance.
By number of people involved:
Solo Polyamory: One person engages in multiple relationships while remaining independent.
Triad: Relationship between three people. - It may be in a V (or "Vee"): one person is in a relationship with two people, but those two are not in a relationship with one another. - It may also be all three in a relationship with each other.
Quad: Relationship between four people. - It may be from when two polyamorous couples meet and each person begins dating one person from the other couple. - It may also be all four in a relationship with each other, also known as full quad.
Of course poly relationships may also involve more than four people with different or even equal connections among them!
By restrictions:
Polyfidelity: all members of the relationship agree not to seek romantic or sexual connections outside of the established relationship structure.
Relationship Anarchy: all participants are free to connect with others romantically and sexually without the restriction of rules, labels or hierarchy.
✅ In conclusion...
There is no single way to a define a poly relationship, other than it involves multiple partners based on trust and honesty. Arrangements always come down to what is mutually agreed between everyone involved, which can be various and specific.
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borathae · 1 year
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Chapter 5 thoughts:
1. Oh I would like YNs morning routine of being eaten out, doggy, brunch and shopping too.
2. I missed Tae's chivalrous darling hand kissing sweetest doting affection too.
3. Him kissing jungkook flustering him. Flirting with him. Turning that cute romantic bunny into a mess aghhh
4. Istg I laughed so much at the height joke myself that portion is so cute and feel good.
5. Hoseok is such a Bro I love him??????!!!!!
6. Lmfao that whole she's a cunt versus I'm excited to meet her and then getting pissy af like that mood swing.. Sir.. Tone it down 🤡
7. But seeing all these old vampires and their lack of inhibition to just get down and slurpy with just about about anybody needs to be studied.. You could be married or mated to someone but *BOOM* a flame from 16th century shows up and your panties drop and tongues mingle first 🤡
8. I'm lowkey glad the whole polyamory confusión is starting to get addressed like yeah, tae is now banging kook, kook was being banged by yoongi and occasionally the OC. OC is being banged in the regular by yoongi. OC was and is being banged by tae. So there's a lot of square banging happening and I'm glad they're talking about it without feeling like this is wrong. I love the - but I crave him too vibe going on bcz girl same. I feel you.
9. The whole depressive drinking ep- 🥺 baby koo baby nini. I really feel the whole Emma thing May end up like Katherine from tvd where she dgaf. And about koo I get the feeling tae is gonna get iced😅🤣 that would be hilarious 😭
10. Yoongi is such an adorable strong character in this series I love how he's written. The firefly dancing sequence was so romantic so now I want YNs evening routine too😭🤣🤣🤣
I read this chapter at 2 am last night and finished at 2 30. I wanted to write a whole ass ask but I realised it would take until 3 am at the very least🤣 so here I am at 12 noon💞 have a nice day sibuuuuuuu
I am EATING UP your thoughts yes send me all of them I fucking love them 🥺💜💜
no but I feel you so fucking much 😩 especially when it's Kim fucking Taehyung 😩
me too!!! I miss him so much!!!
I honestly fucking want them!! Please they are so fuckign cute!!
jfadjf I am happy you appreciated it. I both cringed and laughed whilst working on that part HAHAH
he IS such a bro and I want him to always be happy :(
jfdasjf honestly they were both fucking idiots in that scene like please my bois it's not that deep
WHY AM I SO INTO THIS CONCEPT THOUGH?? LIKE I'M FUCKING DEMISEXUAL I SHOULDN'T BE SO INTO THIS BUT I AM FANDSNF
I'm happy that you feel that way! I want to include conversations about that topic without making it all about the "i jealous bby" trope cause this trope suck ass lmao. I do want to show the struggles a poly cluster might go through though, so I'm happy you liked the conversation she had with Hobi
Nini has to be the cutest fucking nickname for jinnie ever :( our little nini :( also interesting theory about Emma mmmhmh and kookie our baby :( honestly I think I wouldn't even be mad at him if he kicked Tae in the nuts jfajds
THANK YOU!! OMFG YOONGI BOONGIE IS MY BBYBOY AND THAT FIREFLIE DANCE SCENE IS BURNED INTO MY MIND ETERNALLY!!
I love your long messages so much!! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me, it makes writing and posting so fucking worthwhile 🥺💜💜💜
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frillyfacefins · 1 year
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Good Old-Fashioned Sodomy (Lucifer/Paimon)
Fandom: Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel Rating: Explicit Pairing: Lucifer/Paimon Tags: Historical Setting, Demonic Deal Making, Paimon gets to top (as a treat), human disguises, I researched Edinburgh in 1890 way too much for what little details there are in this fic..., headcanon heavy, seriously I have so much lore for this ship, Lilith mention, Polyamory, Only implied though, Paimon „more obedient to Lucifer than the other Kings are“ Goetia Word Count: 4118
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Summary:
Edinburgh, 1890. Paimon successfully closes a deal he has been working on for weeks. It's a good thing Lucifer has never been stingy with his rewards...
The medium let out a deep sigh and, with her eyes still closed and her head swinging from side to side, she said: „We thank the spirits who have honored us with their presence and bestowed us with their wisdom.“ Another deep sigh, then her eyelids fluttered open. Paimon let go of the hands of the people beside him, though not before he gently squeezed the one of the young man to his right.
The medium looked at her guests with a weak smile. The dim candlelight made her look tired, and the strands of hair that had come loose from her pompadour aided that effect. She really looked as if her soul had travelled to the spirit realm and she had returned triumphant, but only after a hard battle.
She lit the gas lamp on the table as the guests started to stand up. One of the women, a regular at this ‚medium‘s seances, immediately monopolized her attention, and Paimon used the general breaking up of the party to turn to his target.
„Now, how did you like your first seance, my boy?“ he asked, though he could guess the answer by the wide-eyed, confused look on his face. He wondered if the young artist would have just such an expression after a good fuck as well.
„I‘m… I don‘t even know… You know that I have been a believer, but this?“ He was rather pale, and Paimon put a steadying hand on his shoulder.
„Madame Tenebre‘s abilities really are impressive,“ Paimon said, and he actually meant it - this woman was maybe the best close-up magician working in Edinburgh at the moment. At first he had assumed that a demonic deal was behind her success, but no, ‚Madame Tenebre‘ (or rather, Mollie McFaddon) really was such a talented trickster that she didn‘t even need to consort with Paimon‘s colleagues.
Of course she still was going to Hell as soon as she died. But he respected a confidence woman, and he was sure she‘d do quite well in Pentagram City once her time had come.
His little friend, however, would likely be headed for Heaven if Paimon wasn‘t successful. He‘d been working him for a while - befriending him at his club, giving him the admiration and attention he needed for his insecurity to turn to pride. He had taken a shape he knew would be irresistible to this young man - his mother‘s eyes, his father‘s chin, the nose of the tutor he had been dreaming of when he‘d had his first youthful effusions at the tender age of twelve. He had made himself just a few years older than his mark, just the same height but more slender, more elegant, and if the boy‘s furtive glances and lingering handshakes were anything to go by, his guise was proving to be very effective.
The young artist‘s eyes were unfocused now, still trying to process what had happened. Paimon squeezed his shoulder and then gently stirred him out of the velvet-stuffed dimness of the salon, through the cramped hallway and into the stairwell of the tenement building. He pulled out his cigarette case and offered his ‚friend‘ one of them.
The smoking had also been something Paimon had inspired in his mark. He hadn‘t quite managed to get him into opium, but alcohol and tobacco should be enough to make his soul join them as soon as possible.
Speaking of which…
„Let‘s head to the club, have a drink,“ Paimon said, smiling at him. „You look quite pale, my dear fellow.“
The young man smiled back. „Yes, that sounds marvellous.“
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Paimon had gotten three finger-widths of top-shelf whisky into his little friend when he felt it was time for his next move. The boy had been prattling on about the seance ever since he‘d emptied his first glass, and he was talking himself into a state of wonder and excitement about the occult that gave Paimon the perfect opening.
„You know,“ he began, his body tilting to one side as if he‘d also had far too much to drink (Earth alcohol was weak as water to him, but the taste was quite nice, so he‘d matched his mark sip for sip). „I did not want to tell you this, my friend, for fear you wouldn‘t believe me… But now that you have seen the marvels of the spirit world, I am thinking that I can trust you with my secret.“ He leaned forward, and so did the young artist, his eyes shining with drunken curiosity. „I have, myself, made contact with a mysterious power of otherworldly origin… With its help I have created sculptures that will make my name immortal. Would you like to see them?“
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The sculptures he had conjured in his spacious apartment were of sublime quality. They depicted beautiful men and women with faces so lifelike despite their bronze and marble skin that they might have started to speak at any moment, or rather, to scream - for Paimon had taken advantage of the newer trends in the world of art and had made them just infernal enough to become fascinating. The little men and women were screaming in agony or ecstasy, their bodies haphazardly clothed in flowing robes in the greek-style that left their most enticing qualities bare. He had added symbols for an added spark - snakes and apples and tiny, hidden details that would turn a man‘s heart towards sin without his mind ever understanding it.
His mark was enraptured by the sculptures. It took him nearly an hour to go through every one, exclaiming over their beauty, their genius, their vision. By the end of it, he was as drunk with admiration as he was with whisky.
„Treasures beyond belief,“ he finally said as he sank onto a chaise longue and Paimon pushed another glass of golden scotch into his hand. „I can hardly believe my eyes, and yet…“
He looked longingly over to one of the sculptures, the one for which Paimon had used Lilith as an inspiration. She was the only one of his sculptures with a smile on her face, but it was a demonic smile, too broad and too sharp, her eyes only suggestions, her hair flowing into her gown and finally into a nest of snakes pooling by her feet.
He took a long drink from his glass, his eyes still transfixed by the sculpture. His next words were so soft that Paimon might not have heard them if he had been human.
„If I could paint like you can sculpt… I would change the world…“
There it was. Paimon could hardly suppress a grin - he had him. He was so drunk and so overwhelmed by all he had seen today that he didn‘t even think to ask why Paimon wasn‘t showing these sculptures publicly. He had seen what was possible, and he was starting to think - ‚why not for me?‘
Paimon swirled his own whisky for a few moments before he said. „You know… I could show you how I did it. How I harnessed this spiritual power.“
That made the young artist drop his glass, staining his trousers and the carpet. He dropped to his knees in front of Paimon, looking up at him with a need in his eyes that made the demon‘s whole body tingle.
„Please! Oh please, tell me your secret! I would give anything, if I could just… If I was just…“
He didn‘t have words for his desires, so he just shook his head and kept looking at him beseechingly.
Paimon smiled and leaned forward to pet the boy‘s head. What a prize for Hell… He let his hand run down his cheek and lifted his chin.
„You do not have to give anything, not during your lifetime,“ he said. „But it isn’t free.“ The boy was so suggestive by now that he just pressed closer, rubbed his cheek against Paimon‘s hand.
„What will it take, then? To make paintings that will change the world,“ he whispered.
Paimon leaned down until their noses nearly touched. Their breath mingled, scotch and cigarettes and unending hope.
„You must give what all of the greatest have given. You must give your soul to your art… For your art.“
Finally the boy hesitated. There was something about those words - something about the dark truth Paimon had revealed - that made him baulk.
Paimon grasped his chin tighter. „You could be as brilliant as Courbet, as rich as Meissonier, as world-renowned as Matejko. Your art could change everything. You could be a Titian, a Caravaggio of the British Empire…“ The velvet sweetness of his voice would have rivalled Lucifer‘s in Eden. And it worked like a charm. The boy relaxed, his eyes glazed over, and his lips parted in a look so precious it made Paimon want to ravage him.
But no. This was strictly business.
He gently ran his fingertips over the boy‘s cheek. „Is that not what you want, my dear?“
„I want it,“ the young artist rasped. „I want it desperately.“
Paimon smiled again, and this time he allowed just a shimmer of his true nature to shine through - just a darker hue to his eyes, just a certain sharpness to his teeth. He let go of his chin, but did not retract his hand. Instead, he made a pallet knife appear in his palm, the blade glinting in the light, the mahogany handle inlaid with the golden pattern of a crown.
He didn‘t need a physical object to close the deal. A kiss or a few drops of blood would have been sufficient, and most demons still kept to those traditional means. But a physical object could be lost, could be stolen, could lead to wrath and envy and paranoia.
It would make his soul so much sweeter, so much more ready for Hell. And the deal would be closed once the artist took the knife - whatever happened to it afterwards, their contract would be sealed for eternity.
The boy reached out. He hesitated again, but this time Paimon did not have to coax him.
His fingers closed around the knife‘s handle.
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The opium dens of Edinburgh always reminded Paimon of Belphegor‘s palace. They weren‘t as beautifully appointed, of course, but the scent was the same: A powdery floral fragrance underlaid with the warm scent of sleeping bodies and the spice of cloves. He made his way through the balmy humidity of the parlours and into the backroom where Lucifer was waiting for him.
Even in a human disguise, his king was beautiful as a sunset. His hair was darker, the color of aged bronze, and his usually paper-white skin had the natural pallor of the humans living in this cloud-plagued city. His eyes were grey, his pupils round, and only the points of his canines remained of his usually sharp-toothed smile.
„There you are, Paimon,“ Lucifer said as he stood up from the couch where he had been nursing a snake-shaped porcelain pipe. He smiled at him, his eyes drinking in Paimon‘s form with obvious approval. „You have really outdone yourself with this disguise, my boy,“ he purred as he stopped just inches in front of him. His fingers ran along the chain of his pocket watch, dipping between the buttons of his waistcoat. „You have been successful, then?“
„You know that I would not disappoint you,“ Paimon said. His king was only inches shorter than him, in this shape, and the fact that he could feel his breath against his lips was driving him to distraction.
A happy sigh left Lucifer‘s lips and touched Paimon‘s in an opium-scented caress. „Wonderful work, Paimon. His soul will be a lovely addition to Pentagram City… Maybe I will take him into my own house, there are several projects I have planned that would benefit from an artist with modern sensibilities.“
Paimon could practically see the plans arranging themselves behind his King‘s eyes. He didn‘t move - Lucifer‘s fingers were still hooked into the placket of his waistcoat, after all.
It only took Lucifer a few moments to return to the present. He smiled at Paimon, slowly blinking his eyes like a satisfied tomcat. His fingers moved to slowly push the button nearest to them through its eyelet.
„Now, my dearest, my most perfect servant… However should I reward you for such impeccable work?“
A low growl just tinged with despair rumbled from Paimon‘s throat. When was the last time they had fucked in the human world, in human disguises? It had to be centuries ago by now… It wasn‘t as if having sex as humans was better than it was in hell - but it was different. More cumbersome, for one. They could use magic instead of oil and change their flesh just enough to give them their usual stamina, but if they were to do that, they could just as well open a portal and return to Lucifer‘s palace.
No, as inconvenient as it might be, Paimon wanted Lucifer like this, with his sharp edges buffed and his skin smelling of human sweat and opium instead of brimstone. The way his mark had been kneeling before him, the way his lips had parted in wonder, had made something roil inside of him, and he wanted to gift this dark desire to his beloved King.
„If you wish to reward me, my most beloved,“ he whispered, „let me have you right here, right now.“
Lucifer‘s eyes sparked with hellish intent, and his smile spread into a grin. His fingers tightened around the placket of his waistcoat and pulled him even closer. „As you wish, my darling… You have certainly earned your reward…“
Lucifer tasted different, on Earth. There was none of that tooth-rotting sweetness that Paimon was so addicted to, only the taste of saliva, opium, and the tiniest hint of wine. It was nice, though, to be in a completely compatible shape to him. It had been a while since he‘d been with Lucifer while wearing an even vaguely human-shaped body; he usually preferred the shape of a bird or a lion when he was in Hell. Their mouths fit together so well like this, and even though their tongues were shorter and less dexterous, there was something pleasantly base about the way they slid against each other.
Taking off human clothes by hand was also rather inconvenient when you weren‘t using magic, but since Lucifer kept unbuttoning his waistcoat manually, he resigned himself to undoing his king‘s cravat with his own hands as well. It did mean that he got to touch him more, though, which made up for the additional work it took to get him naked.
Lucifer was better at this than he was. He had Paimon‘s jacket, waistcoat, cravat and cuffs off before Paimon could even get all of the buttons of Lucifer‘s waistcoat open.
He pulled back with a little growl and crowded Lucifer towards the sofa. „I guess humans really want to make fucking as difficult as possible with these contraptions, huh?“ he asked, slightly annoyed.
His king only chuckled. „You‘re always so impatient, my friend…“ he purred. „Here, let me take this…“
He pulled away from Paimon‘s hands and sat down on the sofa, his legs spread, one of his arms draped over the back rest. Paimon had no idea how he did it, but he opened the entire placket of his waistcoat with only one hand, and quickly as well. He made quick work of his cuffs as well, carelessly throwing the golden, apple-shaped links to the floor, where they were soon joined by the waistcoat and his shoes.
Paimon had toed off his shoes and freed his shirt tails from his trousers at that point, but the sight of his King in nothing but a gleaming white shirt and unfashionably, sinfully tight breeches proved to be too much for him. He was on the couch in a heartbeat, pushing Lucifer down and pressing ardent kisses along the line of his jaw, his neck, his collarbones. He had gotten so excited that he tugged at the collar of his shirt with too much strength and ripped the first three buttons right off. He was too caught up by the flames of his own desires to really notice, and given Lucifer‘s low chuckle, his King didn‘t seem to care, so he just kept kissing down his chest, fumbling to get rid of the rest of the buttons, ripping at least two more before he had finally kissed his way down to his stomach.
Compared to the buttons, the buckle of his belt was solid and easy to open. But of course there were more buttons holding the placket of his trousers closed.
Paimon didn‘t bother with those; he just pulled down Lucifer‘s trousers and underpants off with one fast motion.
„So impati-aah…“ Lucifer‘s smiling admonishment melted into a happy moan as Paimon immediately swallowed down his half-hard cock. The taste of sweat and musk was nearly identical to how Lucifer tasted in hell, a little more bitter, maybe. His human form seemed more sensitive, though. He could feel Lucifer‘s thighs tremble, and a clawless hand was pulling on his hair, making him swallow every inch of his King. His cock had the perfect size for Paimon‘s human throat, just long enough to fill him, just thick enough to leave him wanting more.
Paimon somehow managed to get rid of his own shirt, and he gave his own bottom garments the same treatment he‘d given Lucifer‘s. He had to pull away from his King‘s cock to free his legs completely, but he was delighted when he saw that Lucifer used the moment of respite to hook one of his legs over the back of the sofa, spreading himself perfectly open for Paimon.
He sat back down between Lucifer‘s legs, but he didn‘t do much more than set one hand on his thigh and let his eyes rove over his body. In his usual shape, Lucifer‘s body was like smooth, perfect alabaster, unmarred by anything but two large scars on his back. This disguise, though, was perfectly human. The color of his skin was a variety of shades of pink and light beige, his knees visibly darker than the inside of his thighs, his cock and balls a deep, brownish pink, his chest and face flushed rosy red. There were freckles all over his body, and hair - wiry on his legs, a fine dusting on his lower arms, a nest of curls between his legs…
No Man made by their Father could possibly be more beautiful.
Lucifer had tilted his head slightly, his eyes wandering over Paimon‘s body. There was no rush; the opium he had been smoking might have been Earth-grade, but with his body being made of human flesh, that ought to be enough to make it soft and pliant, even though it wouldn‘t affect his mind. So Paimon could look his fill, could feast on the anticipation of feeling that warm body below him, surrounding him. But there was another issue with human bodies - and a quick look around the room told him that he would have to use a little magic for this, after all.
A happy sigh oozed from Lucifer‘s lips when he saw the little bottle Paimon conjured into his hand and the oil he was pouring into his hand. „There really is something about good old-fashioned sodomy…“ he murmured as he reached for his right leg, which had until now been lazily hanging off the couch. He grasped his thigh below his knee and pulled it towards his body, making it easy for Paimon to rub over the husky, puckered muscle of his hole with a slicked middle finger. That was another thing about male human bodies - if you went with the most common configuration, you had to not only work your way through cumbersome clothing, but also through a human body‘s natural resistance. He figured this was still a problem for most Sinners in hell, and probably for some hell-born demons, but he‘d never had any interest in anybody who was not Fallen, so he really neither knew nor cared.
But when it was Lucifer whose ass he was slowly coaxing into accepting his fingers, even this aspect of human sexuality was exhilarating. He had to apply more oil to his fingers to make two of them move smoothly in and out of Lucifer‘s body, but he was rewarded for the trouble by a series of low, pleased gasps.
He slicked a third finger for good measure, just to make sure that his King wouldn‘t regret allowing him the honor of fucking him. He didn‘t target his prostate, though - Lucifer‘s cock was already dripping on his abdomen, and his toes, still in their black socks, were curling with pleasure. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows tense. Human bodies couldn‘t withstand pleasure like demonic ones could, and especially not when they were likely saturated with enough opium to buy a small trading fleet.
„So fucking gorgeous,“ Paimon muttered as he finally pulled his fingers out. Lucifer opened his eyes and grinned as he watched Paimon slick up his cock with even more oil.
„Took you long enough,“ he said on a long exhale, hiking his legs up a little farther. His well-stretched, glistening hole was winking at Paimon, teasing him with just a glimpse of its red, velvety inside.
Paimon shifted on his knees until he was kneeling right behind Lucifer. He grasped his legs below his knees, freeing up Lucifer‘s hand to move between them and guide Paimon‘s cock to its destination.
It was so easy to follow Lucifer‘s guidance, more natural to him than breathing could ever be. His body bent to his King‘s will, even in this position, and when he finally pushed into him, the tight, slick heat that enveloped him made his body thrum with a kind of pleasure he could only describe as blasphemous in its divinity.
Lucifer kept his eyes on Paimon‘s as they came farther together, holding his gaze like he would a leash. Paimon couldn‘t look away, couldn‘t close his eyes even as the sensations stirring his flesh demanded that he gave himself completely over to his lust. Lucifer looked at him with so much pride, with such adoration that the tight feeling of his body around Paimon‘s cock became a secondary source of his pleasure, something he could take or leave, and yet still such a proof of his King‘s affection…
They both lasted longer than Paimon would have expected, but then again, their lovemaking was slow and languid as rolling waves breaking on a sandy shore. By the time both of them had reached their climax, their bodies were so slick with sweat that Paimon nearly lost his grip on Lucifer‘s legs. He leaned forward to press a desperately tender kiss to his King‘s lips, a last shudder running through his body when Lucifer raked his fingers through Paimon‘s damp hair and whispered: „Well done, darling,“ against his mouth.
They lay together for a few minutes, relishing in the last waves of pleasure and the sticky remains of their tryst. Usually, Paimon was fussier about bodily fluids than Lucifer, but even with sweat drying on their skin and cum sticking their bellies together, he just really couldn‘t be bothered with being bothered right now.
Eventually, though, he began to feel cold where he wasn‘t touching Lucifer. His King must have noticed somehow, because he finally kissed his lips a last time and said: „Let‘s go back home. I want to take you and Lil out to dinner, darling.“
Paimon sat up with a sigh and stretched his body. He’d been human for too long, judging by the aches in his joints and muscles.
“Also, paperwork,” he sighed. He was just about to get up and change back into his bird shape when he remembered something.
“Oh, by the way…” He opened a very small portal in space and pulled out the little bronze statue he’d made of Lilith. “I’m wondering if I should give this to Her Majesty… It has come out rather well, really.”
Lucifer’s disguise was already bleeding, his skin and hair turning lighter so slowly that one watching him might have missed it. He stood up and regarded the statue for a moment before he took it out of Paimon’s hands and turned it this way and that.
Finally, he grinned - his mouth now as broad and as sharp-toothed as that of the statue.
“I keep forgetting how interesting your imagination can be, darling. I believe Lil will like this.” He lifted the statue to his nose and took a deep inhale. “Hmm… Yes, I believe she will like this indeed.”
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outoutdamnspark · 1 year
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The Kids on the Bridge: Explanation
'A young man in a blue jacket steps out onto an empty stage to the swell of pounding piano and lively guitar. He addresses the audience directly, happy that we're here, inviting us to come and listen to the tale he's so eager to tell. With a wave of his arms, a massive train bridge rises from the stage floor, and the city beyond it flickers into being as the man begins his ascent.
At the top of the bridge he is joined by three others - two young women and another man - and greets them joyfully; he sends them off with a flourish, watching as his friends all scurry away to carry out their unknown duties. Then, with another wink at the audience, the man opens what is to become his signature transparent umbrella, swings it over his shoulder, and s smiles as the rain begins to fall.
He is The Boy in the Rain, and he will be our narrator, our bard, our friend and guide, through the heart-breaking, hopeful story of The Kids on the Bridge.' - (Blu Furukawa, The Rhyme City Tymes)
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So for anyone familiar with my OC Reina Kageyama, you may have spotted me/her talking about something called 'The Kids on the Bridge,' and how it's her favorite thing in the whole wide world.
But uhhhhh, what is it?
Simply put, 'The Kids on the Bridge' is a (Vocaloid) musical that doesn't actually exist.
It DOES have a full story, though! And a "soundtrack"!
And I will be posting both a link to the playlist, a cast list, and a quick summary all in a separate thing.
For now, here is the simplest explanation I can give for what TKotB is and why it exists...
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🎵 Got really into Vocaloid/Utauloid from 2014-2018.
🎵 Came up with a whole fic universe in my head, starting with a GakuKai longfic involving FtM former teen idol Kaito reclaiming his sense of self by rebuilding his career as a post-transition adult. Also polyamory. (Macro-Verse Plot)
🎵 Original longfic had the cast eventually write and produce a cyberpunk-esque stage musical about an android falling in love with a human, called 'WAVE//Project!" - which also has a full story, "soundtrack", and cast. (Micro-Verse Plot #1)
🎵 Future longfics had Matsudappoiyo (as Kaito and Gackpo's son) writing another musical, along with a handful of other Utauloids, called 'The Kids on the Bridge.' (Micro-Verse Plot #2)
🎵 The plot revolved around a pair of very broken high school students (one dealing with internalized homophobia and the grief of his best friend's recent death, the other struggling with gender identity and self-loathing), and the four ghosts that haunt a train bridge, attempting to help while being unable to directly interfere.
🎵 Never actually wrote the fics.
🎵 Rediscovered the playlists and plot outlines in early 2022; accidentally thought too hard about TKotB while making Reina, and now the entire Vocaloid Fic Macro-Verse exists in the same universe as my Pokemon OCs.
🎵 (The Vocaloids live in Sinnoh.)
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princesstillyenna · 2 years
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I loved the gc update!!!! But as someone with no experience with polyamory would it be possible to have a breakdown of some of the terms used in the chat? As well as any you think are useful to know about polyamory?
Fo shizzle nonnie. Although, like, this list is not exhaustive, but I think it's most of the ones I use in the gc. Plus some background on some of the gc polycules
Polyamorous Holding the belief that it is possible to love more than one person at a time, whether you actively engage in more than one relationship at a time.
Relationship Honestly, whatever you define it to be. Leon and Matt do NOT describe themselves as being in a relationship, they would consider each other FWB (or metamours with benefits, as they harbour no romantic feelings towards each other and for THEM that means not a relationship. Other people in exactly the same situation might consider this to be a relationship
Polyamory The act of having multiple relationships at a time
Ethical Non-Monogamy (ENM) The act of consciously choosing to not be monogamous with your partner. Note, polyamory is A form of ethical non-monogamy, but it is not the ONLY form, other forms which are commonly known are swinging, open relationships, road agreements, "DADT" &c
Consensual non-monogamy is not always ethical non-monogamy ;)
Open Relationships Are usually defined as relationships where it is agreed that partners may indulge in sexual relations with people outside of the relationship, but not emotional relations. Other stipulations may be placed upon that. Group chat examples of this are: Tom and Mike. (for now, have they both had guilty thoughts about burky which they haven't confessed to each other? For sure). EJ and Paul will only sleep with people that they have already had a threesome with together. e.g. they both slept with sammy together, now either of them can do solo. they've both slept with cole together, now either of them can do solo, BUT EJ couldn't sleep with say, josty, with the expectation of bringing him home to Paul AFTER. (Paul would lowkey be fine with this though because he thinks josty is cute AF)
Partner someone you are in a relationship with
Metamour Your partners partner whom you are not actively in a relationship with. Matt and Leon consider each other metamours, although others might not consider them this. Connor and Ritter are now metamours. Danny and Ryanne are metamours. Nikola and Matt are metamours.
Telamour Your metamours partner. This would be Ritter and Leon, or Connor and Nikola
Polycule The "molecule" made up of you, anyone YOU are in a relationship with, and anyone THEY are in a relationship with (and technically, it can span on for quite a while). Polycules can take ANY shape and form and are as varied and diverse as the world we live in.
Some common forms of polycule follow:
Closed Triad Considered by many in the poly community the hardest form of non-monogamy to do successfully and ethically. Also often the one that people think is going to be the easiest jump from monogamy. This consists of three people who are all in relationships with each other. Within the triad there is no outside dating.
Open Triad As above, but where dating outside the triad is AOK. (Side note, I don't know a single real life polyam person who LIKES the word throuple. Triad has existed for ages.)
Open/Closed Quad As above with triads, just with four people all in relationships with each other.
V Shaped NOT to be confused with an open triad, although a V is kind of an open triangle. Where one person (the hinge) has two other partners who are not dating each other, but nobody is dating anybody else. Our GC example of this is Ryanne-Claude-Danny. Claude is the hinge there of the V-shape
N or Z shaped Where there are four partners with two hinge partners connecting two V shapes. The Nik-Ritter-Matt-Connor-Leon could be considered an extended N or Z shape. (as it has 3 hinge points)
Kitchen Table Polyamory A polycule in which all metamours, telamours and partners are expected to get along, ideally to form friendships with each other, and at leat, to be able to "sit around the kitchen table" together. The Briouxs practise VERY KTP, (raising their kids together style) (could also be referred to as Lap Sitting Polyamory which is KTP+) and had reservations that Connor, Matt and Leon wouldn't be able to do polyamory because they didn't think them capable of KTP. This is a common source of friction in polyam circles... there's drama everywhere.
Hierarchical Polyamory Relationships in which certain partnerships are given priority over others.
Parallel Polyamory Kind of the opposite to KTP, where your relationships exist in parallel to each other, but you're not expected or required to have anything to do with your metamours or telamours (or even to like them)
Garden Party Polyamory The in-between step between Parallel and KTP. In case you hadn't noticed, we love giving things specific labels...
NRE New Relationship Energy That buzz you get when you form a new relationship with someone else. Often referred to in monogamy as "the spark" polyamory acknowledges the fact that this spark is not meant to last.
ORE Old Relationship Energy Like putting on your favourite jumper. The comfort of the familiar.
Primary Partner Referring to hierarchical polyam, this would be the relationship which is given most priority.
Secondary Partner/Additional Partner In hierarchical polyam, this is any other relationships you have usually.
Nesting Partner Sadly, nothing to do with being a goalie. I know. It's the person you choose to LIVE with. Not necessarily the primary partner.
Some of the other terms I've used in the GC may have been kink terms. I can do a separate kink glossary at some point. A more thorough glossary (with fewer references to HRPF can be found here https://www.readyforpolyamory.com/polyamory-glossary)
Hope these have helped with understanding, and as always, I am happy to answer ANY questions.
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If they are in an open relationship then don't you think they love eachother? How does open relationship work technically? I mean hiw can one person love different person at same times. Isn't it weird?
Open relationships are complex and can be more about sex than love in most cases. You can have sex with other people and still love the person you're in a committed relationship with, equally, you can love and fuck other people, but still only want to spend the rest of your live with one special person.
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Some context:
In the main, when in committed relationships, women with treats sex differently from men. Men will sometimes see sex as gratification not linked to love, whereas women when in long term relationships with often be the opposite. That's why statistically, more men than women commit adultery when in relationships and/or married.
In male same-sex relationships, between 30%-40% of couples are in fully open relationships. This number gets higher the more concentrated the gay community is with some studies showing over 50% in places like San Francisco. Studies have also shown that couples in open relationships are statistically like to have longer more healthier relationships so long as communication is good between the couple.
Open relationships are not about loving other people, its usually about sex. Most open relationships are with two people are in love with each other but who happen to have sex with others occasionally, with your partners knowledge and acceptance.
Types of Open Relationships:
Open
The most common form of open relationship is that of a married or long-term committed couple that takes on a third (or sometimes fourth or fifth) partner whose involvement and role in the relationship is always secondary. A couple practicing this relationship type might engage in sexual activity with the secondary partner together or separately, or they may each have independent outside relationships with different secondary partners—regardless of the specific parameters, the primary couple always remains a priority. Generally rooted in specific rules, expectations, and communication between those involved, open relationships may take a variety of forms and may evolve over time as needed to meet the needs of those persons involved. Swinging, monogamish, polyamorous/polyfidelitous, and anarchistic relationships can all be considered “open.”
Swinging
Most broadly, swinging involves committed couples consensually exchanging partners specifically for sexual purposes. It is tremendously diverse, ranging from brief interactions between or among strangers at sex parties or clubs, to groups of friends who know each other and have socialized for many years.
Monogamish (and the relationship Taekook are most likely to be in if in an open relationship)
Relationships in which a couple is primarily monogamous, but allows varying degrees of sexual contact with others. Some allow only one-night stands (no second time with the same person) or only specific kinds of sexual activity (i.e., kissing and groping are OK, but no intercourse), and others have time or location limitations (e.g., no more than a week, or only when people are traveling or not at home).
Polyamory and Polyfidelity
Polyamory is a relationship style that allows people to openly conduct multiple sexual and/or romantic relationships simultaneously, ideally with the knowledge and consent of all involved in or affected by the relationships. Polyfidelity is similar, except that it is a closed relationship style that requires sexual and emotional fidelity to an intimate group that is larger than two.
Communication is Key and it's less about rules...
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So, what could this mean for Taekook?
Nothing, they are most likely in a long term committed and monogamous relationship. But if they were in an open relationship, I would hope they communicate their wants and needs to enable their primary relationship to thrive.
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what is their sexuality/sexual preference?
what is their romantic preference or inclination?
what are their most common turn-ons?
what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?
do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?
how do they feel about foreplay?
how do they feel about one-night stands?
are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private?
how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.
have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?
what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?
are they dominant, submissive, switch, partner/context-dependent, or unsure?
do they prefer to give or receive sexually?
Bisexual king. He's always known he's had a thing for the gents back in the forties but was rather reserved at that era wasn't exactly welcoming of gay people.
I'd say bi-romantic.
Confidence, eye contact and passion/passionate people (could be about how they see the world, something they're interested, etc.). Humor too, combined with good flirting.
Arguing. If he's arguing with someone he already likes and he senses there's some sort of challenge there, that could possibly be a turn on for him. Slow dancing, someone talking in a foreign language to him while maintaining eye contact. Someone breathing on his neck or whispering something in his ear might do the trick too (and he has to feel attracted to said people) as I think he's got a few sensitive areas that might help push blood down south.
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He absolutely loves foreplay. It makes no sense to him to just get on with it, although he might tone the foreplay slightly down if he's engaging in a one night stand and he's not exactly at home lmao public sex maybe? Fucking in a dark alley right outside a bar? Who knows.
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I wouldn't say he's close minded, a lot has happened in his life for him to be. But when it comes to his personal preferences and what he likes or enjoys, it's all about introducing those things to him slowly, giving him time to process and perhaps experiment on his own. Could be anything, really, from sexual toys to role-play or anything else. He's not going to like everything but he's not going to shut down the idea as soon as it's proposed.
He might have sucked two cocks at the same time back in the forties after drinking a shit ton of whiskey or fucked two girls before getting deployed (but I think he wasn't entirely sober for either occasion).
He's always in control in the bedroom because he isn't willing to be truly vulnerable with anyone (well, the exception being Steve). So I'd think with the right person he would open to bottom and test out what being submissive in a healthy way can make him feel.
Mainly a service top, but also a switch.
This guy absolutely loves oral sex, especially with the ladies. They make incredible sounds and there is just so much to play with that Bucky would never grow exhausted from having his head pressed between a lady's legs. That being said, he's got no gag reflex, so pleasuring men and women would easily be his favorite bedroom activity. He doesn't mind receiving it, but he's mostly focused on making his partner feel good.
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