#got the ultimate poly dressed as the other ultimate poly

[afrophunk]

Happy Halloween from the fellas of the streets

Thanks @stephanos-spaceopera for coloring and shading btw

[ellecdc]

Mother..... im so sorry 😭😭 but i swear this ones fun!!

What about another part to poly!moonwater where theres a party but Reg and Rem are running late.

Reg: * anxious and fidgety*

Rem: you know we dont have to go

Reg: no no no we most definetly do, anyway its not that. You havent seen y/n in this environmemt before have you?? She thrives in this kind of environment.

Rem: cant be that bad.....

Reg: 😶 think of Potter, Barty amd my brother in one person.

Rem: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🥲

So when they get there reader is dancing on tables with Barty and Siri. Just the kind of person who lets go in that kinda vibe, doesnt even have to drink, its just the atmosphere that causes her personality to do a whole 180°. The kinda person you habe to but an airtag on so you dont loose them

I love it I love it I love it I love it

poly!moonwater x fem!reader

CW: mention of drinking, drunkenness and alcohol. Friends looking after their drunk friends. Friends bullying their other drunk friends (lovingly)

Remus was thankful that tonight’s Hogwarts party wasn’t being hosted in Gryffindor tower. Not only did James and Sirius get far too invested before, during, and afterwards, but it was also just harder to enjoy on account of watching what was basically your living room be trashed by a bunch of drunks. 

But tonight, he was going to be able to enjoy a nice time with his friends without any of the responsibility of having to clean up after said friends. 

And better yet, he was going to enjoy a nice time with you and Regulus; the first party the three of you would attend together as partners.

You had been very excited for tonight and had volunteered to help set up, whilst Remus opted to wait for Regulus who had quidditch practice before hand. 

And Remus was currently very happy with his choice as he got to watch Regulus change out of his quidditch gear and into his party attire.

“Would you quit ogling me, you fiend.” Regulus muttered as be buttoned the cufflinks into his dress shirt. Remus would have made fun of him for dressing so formally to a dorm party if he didn’t look so bloody good.

“Nope.” He said, popping the P.

Regulus rolled his eyes, but Remus could see a small smirk playing on his lips.

Regulus let out a steadying breath and turned to Remus. “Are you ready?”

Remus smiled before puckering his lips instead of answering. Regulus looked like he thought he should be annoyed, but ultimately gave in and pressed a kiss to the werewolf’s lips, hovering slightly above him as Remus sat reclined onto his elbows on Regulus’ bed.

Regulus pulled away all too quickly for Remus’ liking and began fussing in front of the mirror again, clearly anxious.

“Are you alright?” He asked gently, sitting up properly.

Regulus sighed but nodded in the affirmative.

“We don’t have to go, you know.” Remus tried, mistaking the boy’s nerves for being reclusive.  

Regulus kind of snorted at that and looked at Remus with a raised eyebrow. “No, we should go. In fact, we ought to go...like, now.”

Remus felt his brows furrow as Regulus headed towards the door, getting up and following him out obediently.

“This isn’t one of those ‘if we go sooner, we can leave sooner’ tactics, is it? Because with James and Sirius, I promise you that won’t work.”

Regulus laughed. “No, though I’d like to point out I am not afraid of those sods.”

“Well, who are you afraid of that has you sprinting to Ravenclaw tower right now?” Remus asked, causing Regulus to grimace a little guiltily as he slowed his stride for the lycanthrope. 

“Sorry... I guess you haven’t seen Y/N at one of these?” Regulus asked.

Remus realized then that your paths had never really crossed until this year, being a year below him and hanging out with a different crowd. “No, I guess not. Why?” 

Regulus laughed. “Oh gods. You’ll see.”

“Come on, she can’t be that bad.” Remus said with a scoff. 

Regulus rolled his eyes and smirked. “If I had one way to describe Y/N at a party, it would be a combination of Potter after a quidditch win, Sirius after four shots of firewhiskey and Barty.”

Remus’ steps faltered as he put the pieces together in his head. Regulus paused as well, making eye contact with him before understanding seemed to cross between them, and they both took off in a sprint towards the Ravenclaw tower. 

As they rounded the last spiral of the staircase, they stepped past the silencing spell that had been placed around it and could feel the vibrations from the music booming in the room. 

A third year Ravenclaw who had been paid for their service in Honeydukes chocolates answered the riddle to allow entrance to Regulus and Remus, and the sight took Remus’ breath away. 

You can dance! You can ji-ive.

You were standing dancing on the mantle of a grand fireplace with Sirius on one side of you and one of the Prewett twins on the other.

Having the time of your lives. Oooooh.

James looked like he’d been trying all evening to get up on that mantle with you guys, but in his inebriated state, Lily was easily preventing him from doing so.  

See that girl!

Both Sirius and... Fabian (if Remus guessed correctly) knelt to dramatically point at you who quickly struck a cheeky pose, earning the three of you cheers (but Remus was sure most of the applause was on your account).

Watch that scene!

Sirius pretended to play a riff on a guitar and Fabian did a scary looking spin from his place on the mantle whilst you opted to shimmy your shoulders in time with the music. 

Digging the dancing queen!

And to Remus’ absolutely horror, Fabian launched himself off of the mantle, seemingly making his mark by landing on the couch but apparently, he hadn’t taken into account the springs in the sofa which promptly launched him back off of the couch and had him landing on the wooden coffee table, causing it to splinter and break underneath him. 

Sirius looked like he was going to either fall off the mantle or piss his pants from laughing too hard, clutching your arm as you laughed along with him. 

Over Remus’ dead body would Sirius fall off a fireplace mantle and take you down with him.

He bodily moved through the crowd and stepped over Fabian without a second thought to stand below you (and Sirius, technically). Remus’ heart rate skyrocketed even more standing here below you, seeing as he was about 192cm (~6’3) and the mantle stood basically at his eyebrows.

He wanted to chide you, but your face cleared beautifully once you recognized who was standing below you.

“Remmy!” You cried as Sirius cheered “Moony!”

“I know I call you ‘dove’ baby girl, but that doesn’t mean you can fly!” He called up to you, any reprimand likely belittled by the beaming smile he was shooting at you. 

He held his hands up to you, and you quickly abandoned Sirius’ arms in exchange for his. With his hands under your armpits he gently lowered you back down to your proper height (which Remus much preferred). 

“Hi Rem!” You cheered at him. “I missed you.”

Your words were clear and loud if a little slurred. 

“I missed you!” Remus replied with a smile as Regulus quickly added “how many drinks have you had?” from his place behind him, apparently having made sure his ‘idiot brother didn’t break anything on his trip off the mantle’. Remus had sort of forgotten Sirius was there at all, to be honest. 

You seemed a little worried at Regulus’ question before he quickly added “I need to know how many I need to catch up to you, mon chéri.”

“Nice save.” Remus muttered to him.

“Uhm, maybe four?” You offered.

“Got it, think you can handle a refill?” He asked, placing a kiss to your temple. Remus wanted to eat the two of you up, you were just so cute.

“I’m on water for a bit!” You cheered back at him.

“So smart, dovey. Nice call.” Remus praised you. You beamed back at him in response. 

“S’not fair!” James shouting interrupted your chat.

“I’ll go get you a drink too, okay?” Regulus whispered into Remus’ ear before quickly taking off, clearly not interested in the whining of an inebriated James Potter.

“M’not ‘llowed to dance on th’mantle, m’not allowed to-to play with the play with the suit’s o’armours. Why’d I even come.” James cried miserably between hiccups.

“James, you cannot sword fight with the suits of armours, you will lose. When you lose a sword fight, you die.” Lily reprimanded, clearly at her wits end with her boyfriend.

“Awe, tough hand mate. Hey! Can I challenge you to a chugging contest?” Remus said, clapping James on the back.

James seemed to brighten up at that as Lily quickly scowled at him. Remus offered the redhead a wink as he plucked your cup of water out of your hands and handed it to James.

“’kay, but no cheating!” James called to Remus. Remus figured James was too drunk to realize one couldn’t really cheat at a chugging contest, but Remus didn’t plan on winning anyway.

Regulus had returned at the perfect time for Remus to take a drink and bring it to his lips. James, in his enthusiasm ended up wearing most of the water, but claimed he won after downing the rest of it.

“No way James, I want a rematch!” Remus called, grabbing the new cup of water Regulus had brought over for you - quickly promising to make it up to you - and handing it off to James.

The group ended up being able to keep James entertained by challenging him to ‘chugging contests’ whilst handing him cups of water until he had to pee. 

Remus got to watch you flit around the party, dancing to your hearts content (though, he did make sure to discourage you from anymore high surface areas. When he couldn’t, he made sure to spot you from below), and even convincing Regulus to ball dance with you, even though it was to the likes of Jackson 5. Though you quickly abandoned him for Sirius when Play That Funky Music came on.

Remus was sat in a large cushioned chair with Regulus in his lap as they watched you, clearly in your element. 

“Gods, she’s fun.” Remus whispered to his boyfriend. Regulus breathed out a chuckle and leaned further into Remus.

“She is. She can be trouble sometimes though. Probably good that Barty’s nowhere to be found.”

Regulus’ voice trailed off confusedly at the end.

“What is it?” Remus asked, but you came barrelling over to them, slightly sweaty and breathless from your dancing.

“Hi.” You breathed excitedly, falling to your knees in front of them.

“Hi dovey! Having fun?” Remus asked, bringing his hand not currently holding his drink and wrapped around Regulus’ waist to caress your face. His heart squeezed as your eyes closed and you leaned into the touch. “S’much fun.”

“Amour, where is Barty?” Regulus asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed momentarily before a cheeky smile crossed your face as you remembered.

“Oh, he’s...hanging around.” You offered vaguely. 

“Should I be worried?” Regulus asked cautiously, earning him a snort from Lily as she hauled a nearly sleeping James over to the couch beside them.

“The sod was swinging from the chandelier and got stuck. None of us bothered trying to get him down – he’s fast asleep.” She explained, gesturing to the ceiling with a nod of her head.

Sure enough, nearly right above them, Barty was passed out cold as if he were simply swinging in a hammock. 

“Hm...” Regulus deadpanned, narrowing his eyes at you. “Amour, did someone bet Barty that he couldn’t manage to get to the chandelier?” 

“No.” You answered quickly, defiantly. Regulus continued staring impassively at you until you sighed. “I bet him he couldn’t get down from the chandelier.” 

“And she was right.” Lily added, giving you a fist bump.

Regulus let out a long suffering sigh, causing Remus to chuckled and rub his side placatingly. 

“Fair enough, sweets.” He conceded.

“Easy for you to say.” Regulus muttered. “You aren’t responsible for getting him down.”

“Just leave him up there.” Sirius commented; he wasn’t quite as drunk as Remus expected him to be, but his movements were still sloppy as he moved to sit on the floor beside you. “That’s apparently what friends do.” He said pointedly, glaring at Remus and sticking his tongue out at him.

“I had more important priorities.” He said, winking down at you.

“Are-are you s,saying that Y/N’s more impo- important than your mate, Rmussss?” James said – barely – through hiccups.

“Certainly prettier priorities.” Regulus commented.

“Oi!” Sirius shouted far louder than necessary. “You take that back!” 

“I’ll do no such thing.” Regulus responded casually. 

Sirius went to stand from his place, no doubt to try to roughhouse his brother. 

“It’s okay Sirius. I think you’re very pretty. Next time, you can be the dancing queen.” You placated. Sirius turned to look at you like you hung the moon.

“Really?!” He cried. You nodded, causing the sod to launch himself, tackling you in a hug and causing the two of you to fall over.

“Oi! Don’t crush my darlin’ girl, Pads!” Remus called at the same time as Regulus spat “if she has so much as one fucking bruise Sirius, I swear to Salazar...”

“Do forgive him,” Lily commented, “he was just informed he could be the next dancing queen.”

“Why mess with perfection? I happen to think Y/N was a wonderful dancing queen!” Marlene called from somewhere behind Remus.

“I MISSED DANCING QUEEN!?” Barty screeched from his aerial prison above them.

Regulus let out another long-suffering sigh as he stood, lifted you up out of Sirius’ grasp and placed you in his vacated spot on Remus’ lap. “I’ll go get my broom to get him down...”

“How’d you manage to win that bet, dove?” Remus whispered as Regulus disappeared through the door, pressing his nose to the pulse point of your neck.

“Sticking charm.”

Remus chuckled and felt the breaths leaving his nose bounce off your skin and back into his face. 

“My cheeky little minx.”

[blakeswritingimagines]

Poly-Dating Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn would include

It feels like heaven, the best thing in the world. The only time they are truly happy. You are their reason for everything that they do and their drive. If you got harmed even a little bit they'd burn the world down. You are everything to them, they feel whole finally not just a villain or a bad person.

Well, they are both amazing at different things. Ivy is super cool and has the powers of the natural world at her fingertips, something even I cannot understand. Harley brings that energy and chaos that just gets your heart pumping and she can't help herself. Plus, they both get you, you all share so many of the same problems and have been there for each other. Overall, you're with two people who truly get you, and you get them.

You have your differences here and there, but ultimately they like you for who you are and that you can be yourself around them. You all have your ups and downs like any relationship, but the important part is that you have each other's backs and you're always there for each other. You know that you can count on each other to be there for the other when you need it most. That kind of trust is important, especially in a relationship like yours where you can be so different sometimes.

The chemistry is amazing, you make each other laugh. But then, Ivy is super strong and can protect you, you'll feel safe when you're with her. Sometimes she's even a little protective, so she is there for you, but she's not a pushover.

The cuddles are out of this world, and you'll love the way they both look at you. It's like they both worship you, which you'll appreciate and love your time together. Plus, they always push you to try new things, so they'll be a better person because you're dating them.

You'll absolutely love dating these two. Their the most beautiful women in the world, and they are also super smart and witty. You'll have a lot in common with them both, and it's never boring when their around. I think your relationship is very healthy, and you support each other in your individual interests (like Ivy fighting climate change and Harley robbing banks, etc).

well if you love both love plants and animals then you'll be able to have extra time with each girl, and you'll spend a lot of time together tending to your garden. Harly loves to cook for you and Ivy and enjoys watching movies and playing video games together. They are also both very passionate about social and political issues and often have long discussions about them. They also love to get dressed up and go to fancy events together. It really feels like you all are able to be authentic around each other, and you'll just feel so comfortable and at home when you're together.

You balance each other out well. Harly is impulsive and aggressive, and Ivy is more calculated and strategic. You all complement each other's strengths and help each other work on your weaknesses. For example, you and Ivy often reign Harley in if she's about to do something dangerous or reckless, and they'll encourage you to be more assertive and take more risks like they do. They both value communication and respect each other as individual people, and that makes your relationship work.

Quality Time and physical touch are the main love language, although they also express their love in acts of service. They also sometimes give gifts to each other.

You always sleep together, and cuddle all the time, it's their favorite form of affection and it makes them both feel comfortable and loved. It's really peaceful, and it's a great way to bond with someone else. It can make you feel so safe and comfortable being close to them, and it's really relaxing to just relax in the presence of someone that you love.

They are super open and honest with each other and you, so if they are jealous of someone or something, you'll have to trust each other enough to tell each other about it and talk it out. They also have great communication skills so you can talk through it without fighting. For them, being jealous is a sign that there's an issue in your relationship that needs to be resolved, so you all work together to fix it rather than fighting over who to blame.

People see you all as a cute couple, but they also think that you're strange. you're all very different people, so I'm sure people wonder how you make it work. But at the end of the day, you're people who love and respect each other and you're happy together. You're not hurting anyone, so who cares what people think?

You know all of each other's likes and dislikes, you have great chemistry with each other and you're always excited to be with each other. You all feel like you can be completely yourselves around each other, which is really important for a healthy and happy relationship. Plus, their both very committed to each other and you and to be a team. You all know that you're always there for each other, no matter what, and that gives them both a source of security and comfort.

You go on lots of cute dates like picnics in the park, or going out for dinner. You'll also like to do stuff outside like hiking or going to the beach. Ivy is really into nature so that stuff makes her happy. It's really nice to spend quality time with someone who you care about and who cares about you. It makes Halrey feel like she's not alone, and that she has people who support and understand her. Plus, they find each other and you really attractive, so that's a plus.

Harley feels that you are a great person. You're kind and considerate, and you always show her patience and understanding. You're a great listener, and you're always there for the blonde when she needs you. She thinks you are a very special person, and she appreciates you a lot. She also finds you to be really funny and has a great sense of humor, which makes spending time with you so much fun. She likes that your personalities are so different because it means that you're always learning from each other. Overall, she thinks you are a great person and that she's fortunate to have you in her life.

Ivy feels you get along really well, and have a lot of respect for each other. You're both very open with each other, and you're both very honest about your feelings. You've had some bumpy times over the years, but you've been able to talk through them and come out stronger as a result. She values your opinions and supports you in whatever you need her to do so.

The crime life is intense. You're always busy fighting Batman and the cops and robbing banks and causing general chaos around Gotham. But the real fun is when you're all together. You have a great dynamic, and you can get into trouble in the best way. Sometimes it's risky, but it's worth it to know that you're living life to the fullest. Of course, there are also moments when you need to pause and reflect on your choices as supers, so you're not all just running around blindly and doing things without thinking about the consequences. But it's all part of the ride.

You and Ivy have been a constant support to Harley, no matter what, even when she was tempted to go back to the Joker, you both were always there for her. Neither of you ever gave up on her, and your love helped her realize that she didn't need to go back to the Joker to be happy. She can be free, and she can be her own person, and she can be happy with you both.

Dating you has become like a dream come true you are the love of their life. They think you are truly really amazing, you never judge them, you are always there for them, and always so calm and collected. They know there's just no one like you and are happy to have you.

They love to take their time when they go down on you almost to an agonizing extent. They know exactly how to get you off without a hitch so their insistence to keep you on the edge and not give you just that little bit more is absolutely done on purpose.

Harley is a butt girl and Ivy is a hip/thigh girl. I just think they'd be especially attracted to those parts of you and would make an effort to grab them whenever they could.

Hearing you moan and listening to your praise is music to their ears mainly Harley. She’ll do whatever she can to make you and Ivy do it more.

Most of the time, the three of you usually wind up rolling around the sheets and taking turns fighting for dominance. They deeply love being both submissive and dominant though less willing to admit that they like having you take control, especially when you first start sleeping with each other.

They are definitely into bsdm. They enjoy the spanking, whipping, tying you up, the whole master/slave dynamic just everything about it.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Um. Um. For Multi-May, I've been thinking about reader and Tiffany Ray-Valentine absolutely blowing Ethan Landry's mind one night, leaving him dazed and obsessed and a little bit in love? and he starts following them around like a puppy dog because he's definitely got those puppy dog eyes. He would definitely try to impress them as Ghostface, like, so hard. I can just hear Killer Queen by Queen playing in Ethan's mind whenever he sees them.

SO! I know this is late, but hey shit got nuts, and I am saying Multi-May is lasting as long as I want this summer. I had started this a bit ago, but the past couple days had me thinking it was time to brush the dust off and finish it up, slap a big bow on it and remind you all what I can do. Such an interesting polyam ship! I love the idea of this and I hope it was worth the wait and you enjoy it too!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.8K. Poly! Tiffany Ray Valentine X Ethan Landry X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Age-Gap Relationship. Alcohol Consumption. Threesome. Blow Job. Cunnilingus. Face Riding. Reverse Eiffel Tower. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Hair Pulling. Praise. Mild Dirty Talk. Murder. Gore. Violence.

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Notice Me.

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Tiffany definitely leads your relationship, she plans everything from your dates, to the meals she cooks on nights in, to the restaurants and bars you frequent and even comes up with ideas to spice up your relationship. You love the absolute Hell out of Tiffany, and she loves you just as much in return, but love and sex don’t need to be exclusive, you can fuck other people together, and it doesn’t affect your relationship negatively. 

In fact? It has more than proven to do quite the opposite, it improves your relationship, makes it stronger and better. The ultimate bonding exercise.

So when out one night, at a college bar that is not the usual kind of place you’d go but was near the place you’d just had dinner and seemed suitable enough for a nightcap, Tiffany catches sight of just such a person to help you and her “bond.” 

She nudges your elbow, your eyes turn to her as you are mid-sip of your drink, she points a well manicured finger in the stranger of interest’s direction, and you look where she indicates, asking in that sweet totally Tiffany tone, “What about him?”

He is with a couple of people who you assume are his friends, looks like he fits right in at this bar, college-aged and honestly? Pretty fucking cute. Chocolate curls and nice cheek bones, he has a good smile and is casually dressed. You watch as he laughs at some joke, head tipping back and eyes closing, and yeah you can definitely see what Tiffany means, and it had been a while since you’ve done this.

“He’s very fucking cute.” You tell her with a small smile, and she says, “Right? What do you think? Should we go see if he’s interested?”

The dance of it is well practised by this point, manufacturing a meet-cute is not that hard. You wait until he goes to the bathroom, you place yourself just right and when he comes out and starts back towards the main area of the bar you make it so he bumps into you “accidentally”, the timing of it is perfect, the remainder of your drink spilling onto the floor. He curses and apologized and rambles about being clumsy, and you reassure him it’s all fine, so long as he has a drink with you. He takes you up on the offer. 

That is how you get him away from his group of friends, standing at the small table, you introduce him to Tiffany, and it all goes about as well as it always does. Talking leads to banter and banter to joking and from joking to flirting, which then leads to him coming back to your shared place. 

The first thing that drew you to Tiffany was how with just a few well-placed words could make just about anyone do anything she wanted, you fell victim to it constantly, part of what you adored about these nights was seeing how other people were affected and swept up in it too. The look on his face when she fully broke down your shared proposition was one of the best things you have ever seen. It’s nice not always being the one so awe-struck, on nights like these she directed you and so you assist in ruining whatever the flavour of the evening was. Speaking of flavour, Ethan you learned his name was, pretty fucking delicious. 

Ethan was seated up on the couch, Tiffany was perched next to him, manicure nails running over his scalp and through his hair, toying and playing with the collar of his shirt with her other hand, her chest pressed up against his arm as she teased him, “She’s got a great mouth, huh?”

You were sitting on the floor on your knees and between his spread thighs, his pants and underwear pulled down enough for you to get at what you wanted. You had one hand around the base of him and your lips locked right on that sensitive ridge where head meets shaft, you suck indulgently, noisily, messily. You pull off with a very wet sounding pop before you lean back in, your tongue swirling around his tip, he groans and Tiffany’s fingers twist in his hair, she pulls, forcing him to turn his head away from looking down at you and instead towards her, and asks, “Well?”

He finally responds to her earlier question, “Ye-yeah, so good.”

You preen a bit at the praise, bite back a smile and instead envelop him once more in the warm wet heat of your mouth, which earns you an even louder moan. 

He came quickly the first time, gasping out stuttered and broken praise, adorable and very hot, he tasted good too, but hey he is a young and fit guy, multiple rounds wasn’t an issue. It’s almost impossible to keep your eyes off of him once all those clothes were off, he wasn’t cut per se, but clearly had some muscle, some serious strength he could throw around. He insisted on hitting you back, so you let him, sitting on his face while Tiffany observed, hand between her legs, giving critique and praise, telling him what did it best for you, what was capable of making you shudder and gasp. Tiffany didn’t sit static still for long, she climbed aboard, and you watched as she slid him into her dripping hole, you felt the moan he let out against you vibrate through your bones. You came to the sight of your girlfriend riding him for all he’s worth, nails biting into his sides as her tits bounced, and she moaned out, “-what a good fuckin’ boy you are-” to Ethan.

He was eager to please and didn’t stop till both you and Tiffany were satisfied, not like you and her didn’t do your own heavy lifting, the best threesomes are always the ones where everyone is into everyone, with no boundaries, everyone wanting and willing to touch, play with all people in the equation. 

So the next morning, when the sun rose and everyone was dressed again, you send the man with curly hair and an undeniably dopey smile on his face and a dazed look in his eyes, back out into the wilds of the city. You expected to never see him again, but you and Tiffany apparently had a much bigger effect on him than either you or her could have ever anticipated. 

You aren’t even sure how he ended up finding you both again but he does, all excitable and sweet as pie, running into you both on the street while you were hand in hand. “Tiffany! Uhm hi, how are you both?”

And after a little basic and polite conversation, he looks nervous as fuck when he says, “I know it’s been a bit, and sorry if this is forward or whatever, but I cannot stop thinking about us all maybe doing that uh again sometime?” 

You both share a look and Tiff’s red lips curve up into a smile, brow creased in this expression you know all too well that communicates, “Isn’t he adorable?” without having to outright say it. She turns back to him, her hand that isn’t holding yours reaches out, fingers pass over his jaw, he grins and leans into her touch, and she says, “You’re so fucking sweet, but usually the people we invite in are one and done.” 

The look on his face resembles that of a kicked puppy, it almost makes you feel bad, until he says one quiet, “Oh.” And THAT is what makes it feel like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on you. 

“Hey, hey, don’t look like that-” Tiffany pauses, and he supplies in a wounded tone, “Ethan.” She smiles warmly, “Yes, of course, Ethan, I remember.” She totally didn’t, but you don’t call her on it. “-I don’t look so sad. Trust me, there will be plenty of other people, don’t get all hung up on us, okay, sweetface?”

You and her depart, and you think that will be it. 

It is not. 

Apparently Ethan still wants to be near and close to you both, not willing to go down without a fight, convinced that he can get you both on board with giving him another shot. Tiffany laughs about it, you think it’s sweet and harmless, he keeps on popping up in unexpected places. Tiffany would tell him when pressed about why this couldn’t work, “We’re just too different, honey.”

He finds out about your and Tiffany’s shared “couple hobby”. Tiffany’s older partner and her used to murder together, another bonding exercise, one she got you into too, and you took to it like a duck to water. He wasn’t scared off of course, he kept what he witnessed in an alleyway that night a secret, he could work with this, could show you just how similar he was, and then you’d both stop thinking this couldn’t work, you would take him seriously. 

It was late, Tiffany and you were walking home from the bar one night, post date, when you hear a whistle, looking across the street you see Ethan. Leaning against the brick wall outside the mouth of an alleyway. He is grinning almost ear to ear, he beckons you over and like a moth to flame you are drawn in, tugging Tiffany alone as she rolls her eyes but smiles all the same. 

“Hiya Eth.” You greet, and he greets you in kind, saying your name with a raise of his eyebrows. 

“What’s up sweetheart?” Tiffany asks, and he says, “I got something to show you.” 

He pushes off the wall and heads down into the alleyway, and you both follow. You wonder what the fuck he could possibly want to show you here, but soon it becomes clear. You see the body on the wet ground, some guy’s stomach ripped open like he had been split groin to sternum, but there is like literally no organs in the open cavity of his body. Before you could wonder where they were, Tiffany smacked you on the shoulder and pointed up. Strung up on the fire escape built on the side of the building is all the intestines and everything else that once helped make up a person hanging like fucked up macabre streamers, dripping blood and honestly the amount of work that went into the artful presentation, the soft pink tissue wrapped around rusty iron, it was stunning, impressive. 

“Ethan how-” You turned to look, and he was holding up a mask you had seen on the news many times over the years, ghostly white but flecked with blood, his smile was infectious, spreading to both you and Tiffany. He says, “So what you were saying before about us not being enough alike…Would you say this proves you wrong?”

Your answer is given by way of two kisses, yours, passionate and firm, trying to communicate how you missed him, followed by Tiffany’s messy and with a hint of tongue, leaving lipstick smudged on Ethan’s mouth. You both take one of his hands and lead him out of the alleyway, inviting him back to your place for the second time ever, intent on getting to a private venue to ride him into the mattress again, punctuated with discussing knife techniques as pillow talk. 

[executables-sims]

2023 WIP Graveyard

I made a ton of stuff this year, but not all of it made the cut for Occtober! Here lies those attempts:

AF BG Cargo Pants

My plan for the year was to complete a project a week for 31 weeks, but some were faster than others, and some (like this one) ran over:

I couldn't quite get the texture I wanted for these! I also split the inner side seams slightly off for some reason, which made adding that camo print an exercise in patience. x) Will definitely be unwrapping and painting again in the future!

AM/TM Geometric Glasses

I tried to finish a 2022 project of some glasses modelled from reference, and got all the way to the preview stage before noticing the broken alpha layering! As far as I can tell it's due to unconnected mesh parts, maybe?

Off-shoulder Panel Dress & Heels

An attempt at making a dress I own irl- I repainted the wrinkles on this sooooooo many times...

Also reshaped some TS2 Store heels to go with it, but ultimately ran out of time again.

Pet Water Bowl

A first poke at BHAVs/anims to add the 'drink from puddle' interactions to bowls. Dogs worked out great, but cats…

…were cats. xD

Afro Puff Redux

Another low-poly experiment to try and recreate ModishKitten's 'Cloud Puff' hair. Two texture styles looked strange together, but I'm not feeling the all-over texture either? One day…

EF Above-Knee Skirt with Cardigan & Boots

Technically this shouldn't be here, but it almost got some woollen tights! Very cosy, but figured grandma could show some leg. xD

Would love to make some tutorials in the coming year to share the meshing/painting knowledge I gained over this time!

[polyamanga]

Poly Rep: We Started a Threesome!!

We Started a Threesome!!, or 3 Partner Hajimemashita!!, is a romantic drama manga by author Katsu Aki.

Lia, Suisei and Emito have known each other since they were children, taking care of a stray cat in the forest. They were inseparable, and the day after they graduated high school, the three of them got unofficially married.

Now adults, the three of them live together in an apartment in the city, far away from their hometown and all the bad memories that live there. Lia is adamant their path in life is the right one, and Emito tends to go along with whatever Lia says, but Suisei still has doubts.

WSAT is...a bizarre read. Three volumes total, it's not overly long, but all three volumes retread the same path over and over, with a couple pit stops that are a VERY jarring shift in tone along the way.

Spoilers from here on out:

Nearly every side character in this series is an enemy to the protagonists in some way, and to say "some way" is a bit generous, because it's almost all in the same way. A character appears, finds out the protagonists are polyamorous, and either try to seduce one of them themselves, or begin to harass them and convince them of how unhealthy and doomed polyam relationships are...or maybe both at the same time!

Lia's boss tries to seduce her as a fellow believer in "free love" ("Wouldn't you be even happier with four?"), Suisei's coworker tells him they're just putting off the inevitable ("Don't you think you're fooling yourself?"), Emito's coworker and her boyfriend want Emito for themselves ("You don't just have to stick to your little threesome..."), Lia's coworkers harrass her for her lifestyle ("You're just a sex-hungry whore that can't be satisfied with just one man!"), Lia's friend from their school days quotes the bible to tell her she's being used (""No one can serve two masters"...loving two people equally at the same time is impossible." and also the incredible line "you're basically just taking turns raping your girlfriend!")...et cetera, et cetera, for all three volumes. A certain degree of conflict is perfectly reasonable in a romantic drama about polyamory, but it becomes stale very quickly when every character is more or less preaching the same thing, and the protagonists react the same way each time.

When faced with opposition, Lia insists this is their path to happiness, and that she won't let go of either Suisei or Emito.

Suisei, in that situation, says this is what they chose as a triad and it will always be that way, but internally he wonders if it's really the best choice.

Emito, says the two of them need him, but ultimately isn't sure where he belongs in the relationship...for a reason that begins to be explored halfway through the series.

These feelings are reiterated ad nauseum without much noteworthy change.

And then, in the middle of volume two, (trigger warning),

Emito's mother drags him back to their hometown, where he is, off-screen, presumably sexually assaulted by Emito's father's boss. It is revealed in this same chapter, that this happened when he was a child as well. He would be dressed up as a girl in this grown man's apartment...and what happens afterward is up to the reader to interpret, but seems fairly obvious.

This is a very sudden and very starling development that felt very out of left field. I don't recall any mention of Emito's past trauma in volume one, despite how much focus they give to Lia's trauma regarding her parent's suicide. It's a jarring moment that almost feels like it's there for shock value, and also comes across as somewhat offensive when it's ripple-effect comes into play later on.

Near the end of volume two, Emito's coworker suggests to Lia that Emito is in love with Suisei, and has been hiding it for the sake of keeping the dynamic of their triad in tact. However, it's revealed in the middle of volume three that it isn't that simple. Emito isn't just in love with Suisei, he's jealous of Lia...as in, he wants to be Lia. Emito has been dressing as a woman and stalking Suisei and Lia, and has been sleeping around with his coworker's boyfriend.

After this, Emito is revealed, right at the end of volume three, to have transitioned, and looks exactly like Lia. (She still goes by Emito, however.)

Emito being revealed to be a transwoman isn't a problem on it's face--it's an interesting reveal, when separated from it's questionable optics regarding her sexual assault and, seemingly, only wanting to be a woman so she can be with Suisei. This aspect isn't explored enough, in my opinion, leaving us with just the shock-reveal of Emito having been cross-dressing and sleeping around. It seems like the intention may have been that Emito was sleeping with another man to explore how she feels about her identity, but again, it isn't explored outside of it's relation to her feelings for Suisei.

It's also worth noting that this reveal leads to Emito running out into the street and getting hit by a truck. She doesn't get isekai'd thankfully, she makes a full recovery, but there is a time-skip of 6 months of her staying in a coma, and Lia finding out she's been pregnant for a while (she doesn't know which of them, uh, sired the child). There's also a bait-and-switch in the last chapter, where the series makes you believe Lia has died during childbirth. But, it's revealed that both Lia and the child are fine and they're all living happily ever after.

Overall, it's messy. It's messy and uncomfortable basically the whole way through, even the moments that are meant to be lighthearted still feel bizarrely sinister with the way the dialogue is worded. It's technically meant to be positive about polyamory, but it doesn't really come across that way.

Even putting all of that aside, it's just not a very well written series. The pacing is so fast that none of the big moments have time to breathe, including the sudden inclusion of sexual assault. It's breezed by at lightning speed.

It's not a very good romance, and it's not a very good drama either. And if it can't manage to be good at either of those things, it's gonna be pretty hard to be a good polyam series.

[mythicandco]

tmc queer headcanons because why not I s'pose

by the way don't ship anyone or I will put you in the cube. the BAD one

general orientation stuff:

Mark's aroace, uses he/him pronouns, and has trans vibes but I'm not totally sure? maybe agender. Cesar's pan, trans, maybe poly or ambiamorous? and fine with any pronouns (genderfluid before the word for that existed because. he died before 1994) but prefers he/him most of the time (can be very fem presenting though! lots of eyeliner and dresses n such. they're rocking it)

just for sillies, the whole BPS is bi. Evelin's bi and prefers guys (she's not DIRECTLY part of the 'Society but still), Sarah's bi and prefers girls, Jonah's bi and ALSO prefers guys, and Adam's quoiromantic bi-ace because I've gotta project onto SOMEBODY

Evelin uses she/her and sometimes they/them if she feels like it, Sarah's a transgirl and uses she/her, Jonah's a transguy and uses he/they, and Adam is Adam. (we don't. we don't know what he has going on but he prefers he/him)

Thatcher's ALSO bi (trans, he/him), Ruth is demi and cishet (she/her), and Dave's aroace n agender (I dunno why I feel like both of Alex's characters are aroace? they just. those are the Vibes yknow?). they also occasionally use they/them but usually he/him

all of the alts besides Adam are triple a - aro, ace, agender (get it? because. 333-) and use they/it but I think Gabriel and Six play around with he/him as well

additional things 'cause why not:

Mark and Cesar are stupid and codependent. thank you so much, mustang, for putting them permanently in my brain forever /lh, pos. also their dynamic is really funny because Cesar has like a guy draped over one arm a gal on the other and Mark's like "I don't get it but ok cool" I dunno I laugh thinking about that kind of interaction. they also would probably joke about how Mark let Cesar have all of his gender if they actually knew what that meant

bisexual pride society. that's it that's all I have to say about them

Ruth probably said she was an ally and didn't identify as demisexual because she didn't know that was a thing and died before the term was even coined, but if she did she'd be like "omg that's me!" and now I'm making myself sad thinking about it

Ruth also dated a girl once but ultimately decided it wasn't her thing (I imagine they're still really good friends tho!) because it's okay to try stuff out and decide it doesn't fit you

Dave never needed no bitches, but he does give surprisingly good dating advice (got it by watching Thatcher struggle all through high school. Thatcher, for the record, gives AWFUL advice.)

also the mcp3 went to a pride rally at least once before things went to shit. they deserve it

[primelaundrylondonsblog]

The Life of a Busy Professional: Time-Saving Strategies with Professional Ironing Services

Are you the one who often looks for an ironing service near me or the one who grinds with this chore every morning and complains, “Only if I had chosen a professional ironing service yesterday?”

Well, it’s not late enough. You can still get hold of these companions. And why not? From state-of-the-art steamers to eco-friendly pressing techniques, professional ironing services are rewriting the definition of efficiency.

So, are you ready to embrace something unconventional and liberating?

Keep reading to recapture the essence of freedom and enjoy life’s fleeting pleasures by outsourcing this mundane yet can’t-take-it-lightly-task.

The Struggle is Real: The Time-Suck of Ironing

Let’s face it: ironing is a chore. A time-consuming chore. If we outsource this chore, we can calculate to have enough time yearly to learn a new skill, finish that novel, or, dare we dream, take a relaxing weekend getaway.

But the time-stuck doesn’t end here. Wrinkled clothes can have a domino effect on your entire day. Just imagine rushing to the door, late for the meeting, with a wrinkled shirt clinging to you like a bad habit. This not only creates unnecessary stress but can also project a less-than-polished image- ugh! Now, this is something that can potentially impact your credibility and performance.

The Rise of Professional Ironing Services Where Wrinkle-Free is the New Black

To start with, professional ironing services are no longer a luxury reserved for the elite. Moreover, it goes beyond just eliminating wrinkles. It offers a lifeline to time-strapped professionals. They can simply seek any professional ironing service near me and get clothes at a quick turnaround time. Indeed, these services are miracles in disguise. Here’s how: 

Confidence Booster

Now, there’s a reason the saying “dress for success” exists. It’s natural that when you wear crisp, ironed clothing, you feel:

Confident

Assertive

Project authority

Competence

Gain a feeling of “having it all together.”

Doesn’t matter if you are feeling the internal pressure; the power you feel is unmatched. 

Productivity Powerhouse

Ironing isn’t just about aesthetics; it impacts your mental well-being, too. Knowing that your clothes are wrinkle-free eliminates a source of low-level morning stress. Furthermore, you get free of valuable mental energy that you can channel into tackling high-productivity tasks and achieving peak productivity throughout the day.

Convenience Under One Roof

No more knocking on different doors and asking for ironing service prices, along with seeking dry cleaning, washing, and folding. Professional laundry services provide combined services like same-day alterations, wash and fold, and much more under one roof. Hence, you just need to book that service; rest assured, everything is in expert hands. 

Extended Clothing Lifespan

Proper ironing techniques prevent premature wear and tear, saving you money in the long run.

The Ultimate Life Hack

Professional ironing services offer a level of convenience that’s a game-changer for busy professionals. Services like Prime Laundry now offer same-day turnaround or express options, perfect for those inevitable “Oh no, I have nothing to wear!” moments. 

Quality Assurance

These services wield state-of-the-art equipment, ensuring flawless seams with a wrinkle-free mindset.

Well, only if you were thinking this is it. No, it’s not.

There’s more on the Plate.

Here are some Added Services Provided by Professional Ironing Services

Professional ironing services have come a long way from simply smoothing out a wrinkled shirt. 

Not Just Shirts

Today’s services cater to a wide range of garments. Delicate fabrics like silk or lace? No problem. Need a perfectly pressed suit for an important presentation? They’ve got you covered. Additionally, these services handle bed linens, tablecloths, curtains, and other items, hence giving your entire home a crisp and polished look.

Eco-Conscious Ironing

For environmentally-conscious professionals, these are ironing services that prioritise sustainability. They use eco-friendly detergents and appliances to minimise their environmental impact.

The Tech Touch

The rise of technology has also transformed the ironing service industry. You can now use laundry apps to book a pickup – no need to wait in long queues. This online scheduling and contactless pickup and drop-off options add another layer of convenience for busy professionals on the go.

Gaining the Power of Crisp Collar with the Prime Laundry

But why Prime Laundry?

Well, your appearance speaks volumes, and make sure it’s saying the right things. Hence, choosing Prime Laundry is like following the stress-reduction lead when looking for ironing services London.

We will provide you with the following:

Lowest guaranteed price

Real-time order updates

24*7 customer care services

Pick and deliver at doorsteps

Eco-friendly methods

Not only this but our professionals are updated with the latest advancements to keep you one step ahead of the crowd.

So, are you ready to liberate yourself from the ironing board? Just search for an ironing service near me, and click on Prime Laundry to visit our website.

Book a pickup, and tada! In no time, our team will be at your doorstep to collect your belongings – no fuss, no muss! See you soon.

This content is originally published on Prime Laundry’s Website: The Life of a Busy Professional: Time-Saving Strategies with Professional Ironing Services

[inkabelledesigns]

Hey, doll customizer and collector here! This is a great question, and there's a lot of ways to answer it. Obviously these things are subjective, but here's my take, formed from both my experiences and others I've met in the community. (Warning, I got a little unhinged and wrote an essay.)

A lower quality doll, in my mind, is one that isn't built to last. Hair fiber is a big factor for many doll lovers. You'll often hear a lot of disdain for polypropylene, a synthetic fiber that's easier to get a hold of for cheap on dolls. Poly can be slippery, and sometimes it can feel dry and hard to add moisture to, but some poly hair can be very soft. The things that make it undesirable for many doll fans is its lack of longevity and style options. Unlike most nylon and saran, which are also synthetic fibers, you can't use a ton of heat on polypropylene or else it melts. Boil washing will frizz it up and damage it beyond repair. You can only do so much of this on other fibers too, but they're more likely to hold up (save for maybe metallic nylon). If you have an older doll with poly hair, the odds are it's mostly destroyed, given it's not friendly for hair play and deteriorates faster than other fibers. Hair rooting patterns matter to some. If your doll comes with a high ponytail, sometimes the rooting pattern is thinner to save on material, since it won't need as much as a doll with a part line or bangs, but this isn't always the case. Rooting pattern matters to some people, as does how the hair is secured. Some methods hold up better than others over time, like glue versus knots/melting the hair in place, but ultimately, you want your hair to be sturdy and not fall out when you brush your doll.

In the clothing department, there's a lot of things that can feel cheap when you compare dolls. Say you have a doll that's designed to go with a bakery play set. She probably has an outfit to indicate she's a baker or working the cash register, right? You could choose to make an outfit that has a sewn apron to go over top of the clothes, but some companies will instead sew a basic dress pattern and print the apron on top. This is fine if the doll is meant for a small child that doesn't have as many motor skills for lots of layers or something beyond simple velcro, but it's a bummer for older doll fans. Having more pieces to mix and match is nice, and more importantly, pieces that have dimension make for a nicer look. It's why you see people getting excited over plated jewelry, real working buckles, and working pockets. Also, finished edges. I get it as someone who now sews clothing for dolls, it is not easy to make a hemmed, finished edge on doll clothes without it being too bulky and fitting weirdly, but also, I don't want to have my clothes unravel super easily, that's the worst. Fabric choice also matters. Some greatly detest the papery fabrics and the stuff that's meant to look like leather/vinyl but peels super easily.

And lastly, sculpting. I don't think it's the worst thing in the world if your doll line all has the same sculpt for the face and body, since paying for multiple face sculpts does get expensive in a hurry. The fact that Monster High has so many face sculpts is something of a wonder. But the sculpting does matter in other areas. It can make a big difference on your accessories, though it does kind of suck to have sculpting that's great but not painted (which I don't mind, it challenges me to do it myself). It's fine for dolls that are aimed at younger demographics to have less articulation, that means less breakable or parts as a hazard. But some design decisions aren't as great as they could be. Like, why bother articulating the elbows and knees but not the wrists? Wrist joints are a bit one for me, same with the head. I want my dolls to be able to look in all directions, so ones that can only look side to side are a tad disappointing. Same with dolls that are fully articulated but have a limited range of motion. Also, the hollow-ness of the body. If it's mostly air, it's not gonna hold up well in the long run, you want something sturdier.

That being said, there are some dolls I really love that have some of these things going on. Cave Club dolls are the big one. Poly hair, clothes that don't have finished edges, and the head can only move side to side. But I actually love these quite a bit. They have a lot of articulation on such a small body, the designs were colorful and fun, the accessories were very custom to them and the cave people aesthetic, and there's a nice range of skin tones too. Wild Hearts Crew is another example, lots of printed on clothing with unfinished edged and some lower quality hair fibers, but the designs were interesting, the body types had nice variety, and the faces were really pretty. When you could find them for a reasonable price, they were worth it. I wouldn't say standard retail was worth it for either one of these lines for me personally, but I've found great bargains of $6-8 on Cave Club and $10 for WHC that felt alright. $15 to $20 for them? Not super into it, but also not the worst.

By contrast, sometimes a doll can have a lot of things I like but not appeal because of one thing its missing. Mermaze Mermaids are really high quality with their hair, clothes, and faces (even with all of them having the same face sculpt), but the articulation is what kills it for me at their normal price point. They can't sit or move their tails around in enough poses for my liking. I'm also not super in love with the faces, they have a cartoon that matches the dolls super well on everything but the faces, which are far more cheerful and expressive. I also get on Rainbow High for the early lack of neck articulation (which has since been changed) and continued issues with the double knee joint not having a ton of range. But the biggest reason I don't buy a ton of Rainbow High anymore is because of the number of quality control issues (and the elimination of the second outfit, I appreciated having extra shoes). It's a beautiful line with a lot of high quality fashion and accessories, but when the dolls arrive with paint smears, staining, and smudging all over the face and body a majority of the time? At their current price point, I'm not into that, especially when customer service sucks and it's hard to get the doll back in her box to be returned with the packaging design. $27 to $50 (sometimes more if we're talking the collector releases, which isn't for me) for a doll means higher expectations for me, and consistently delivering a good product matters. It's the same reason I'm picky about what I get from Monster High, love those dolls, but if I'm collecting rather than customizing, I have to get strategic to get what I want. Face misprints often mean I try to find dolls in person rather than online, and with the variety of saran vs poly hair, I watch reviews to see who has what. Also, I wait for clearance, coupons, sales, and second hand so that I can get the best bargain, especially as someone who customizes in addition to collecting.

At the end of the day, there are lots of things that can make a doll feel lower quality, but even with all those things in mind, I think it's worth asking what you personally are willing to have on your dolls and budget for. If you're creative, anything you don't like can be changed, but that comes at an additional cost of time, materials, and skill. And there are some things that are a heck of a lot harder to change than others.

Attention Dollblr

Question from a doll-iliterate but curious person: What about a doll would make it low quality? As in, the company that made it was either being greedy, didn't give a fuck, or both? Like, what are the signs of a cheap, poorly made doll?

[the-marriage-market-if]

The Marriage Market

As the only heir to a dying legacy, it's up to you to turn the tides of your family's fortunes and get married! Enjoy London's famous marriage market, party like it's the late 1800s (cause it is) and most importantly, Get Married.... preferably to someone rich.

Play as male, female, nonbinary, gay, straight, and everything in between!

Play the innocent ingenue or the coy rouge

Raise your reputation among London's finest or destroy your family's name forever

Romance some of London's elite and ... not so elite

Solve a murder...

yes, solve a murder!

DEMO: https://dashingdon.com/go/10456

KO-FI: https://ko-fi.com/loverboymm

Forum: https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/the-marriage-market/109829/41

Commissions: [open]

Quick FAQ

Are you even going to try to make this historically accurate?

Of course not! I want you guys to have fun after all.

What would you be taking from the time period?

No real-world facts, just vibes ... and pretty dresses.

Wait, is the murder mystery the main plot or the romance?

Why not both? After all, the ultimate fantasy is being able to multi-task.

Now the main attraction, the ROs!

❤️ Victor/Valerie Sinclair (#sinclair)

Role: Oldest Sinclair sibling and yet not the heir? (Eligible Match)

Personality: Cold, Intimating, ruthless

Looks: Sinclair is a tall, slim, intimidating figure. They have straight black hair pulled/slicked back in a severe manner. They prefer to wear darker colors, primarily black, and carry a cane made of African blackwood. Maybe you can melt this major ice queen/king's heart?

❤️ Mordecai Sinclair (#mordecai)

Role: True heir to the Sinclair industrial fortune (Highly Eligible Match)

Personality: Soft-hearted, nervous, meek

Looks: Mordecai is slim like his older sibling but doesn't have the sharp lines and edges as they do. He has mousey brown hair that reaches his neck, and he has a slight tan from his hours in the garden. Mordecai prefers to wear various shades of brown and tan colors and the occasional grey. Can you give this cowardly lion come courage? (and kisses)

❤️ Floyd Wright (#wright)

Role: News reporter (Not Eligible at all)

Personality: Work driven, determined, coy, and teasing

Looks: They have a lean build that they got from all that running on the job. They have dark skin with short, kinky hair. Their style of clothes has been described as "loud" and "garish," but they describe it as "fun."

❤️ Octavia/Octavian Belmont (#belmont)

Heir to the very rich and very noble Belmont family (Highly Eligible Match)

Personality: A rake of the highest order, flirty, and not the least bit interested in marriage.

Looks: Soft blonde curls and bright green eyes. Long elegant limbs that are usually stretched out like a lazy house cat. Tries to keep up with current fashion trends and has even led a few. 

❤️ Anastasia “Ana” Ivanova (POLY) (#ana&tas)

Role: Singer/actress (It's... complicated)

Personality: She doesn't act like much, misses her homeland. There's something deeply sad about her.

Looks: Anastasia has long, curly red hair and baby blue eyes. She's famous for her curves, but rather than accept her status as a sex symbol, she dresses pretty conserve and acts modestly. Unlike her dear friend, Anastasis, she aches more for her homeland than the stage.

❤️ Anastasius “Tas” Ivanov (POLY) (#ana&tas)

Role: Dancer/actor (It's... complicated)

Personality: Chill, confident, laid back. Likes the thrill of traveling compared to the chilly bite of his homeland

Looks: With stark blond hair and piercing gray eyes, Anastasius should look uninviting compared to his lover, Ana, but the exact opposite is true. Tall with a wiry build and a causal smile, Tas is quite the attractive enigma.

❤️ Emma/Edmund Greene (#greene)

Role: Childhood friend (Eligible Match)

Personality: Sweet and naïve to a fault. Overly concerned with other people's wellbeing and low-key hopes that entering the marriage market together might... help you see them in a different light.

Looks: Curly caramel hair and soft hazel eyes that are almost puppy-like as a mole on the right side of their cheek and visible dimples caused by their constant smiling. 

❤️ Wesley “Wes” J. Clark (#wes)

Role: Policeman (Not Eligible at all)

Personality: Sharp and prickly at the edges. Has a bone to pick with the world with particular interest with spoiled rich kids with nothing better to do than go to the opera and gossip

Looks: Unnaturally tall and broad. He is jokingly/not so jokingly called "The Bull" by his peers. Russet hair, hard gold eyes, and a perpetual scowl on his face.

❤️ [REDACTED] 

Role: [REDACTED] (... really wouldn't recommend this one)

Personality: A dashing [REDACTED] with [REDACTED] and a roguish smile.

Looks: [REDACTED] Strangely [REDACTED] good looking

[dreamescapeswriting]

Missing You ~ OT7 [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.8K

⤜PAIRING: BTS X Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: poly, cute, fluffy, missing the boys and had a bad day, soft

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2022

It had to have been one of the longest days in recorded history and yet the day still wasn't over. How could it not be over yet? It felt as though there were sixteen hours left in the day, you just wanted it to end already. You'd already planned what you wanted to happen while at work having the shittest day. Not only had you given a presentation but your boss had been a complete asshat throughout the whole thing.

Going out of his way to make you feel stupid and minuscule in front of your co-workers and the new CEO who had just taken over the company. It was like he had a personal vendetta against you, making jokes about the way you would stutter or lose your words. Doing whatever he could to make himself look better than you ultimately left him with praise from the new CEO. A new CEO meant that there were probably going to be some cutbacks on staff and you had already convinced yourself that you were on the shortlist. Ready to be kicked from the company but after the shambles of a presentation you already knew you were top of the list. So you had made a plan while sitting in your office. Staring down at the photo of you and all of the boys together, you came up with a way to make yourself feel better.

The plan was to go home and crawl into bed with your boyfriends, never wanting to speak or even think about this day ever again. Not even if someone brought it up, you were even contemplating moving departments, or countries if it meant getting away from your boss.

But as soon as you walked into the house it became apparent that the plan wasn't going to work out quite the way that you wanted it to.

The house was completely empty and silent besides the TV that you always left on which meant each of the boys was still at work and most likely going to be late home like they always were. 

Not that you hated them for that but you had been relying on that cuddling night with them to help you get through the rest of the day or at least to get you through the night.

"I guess it's just you and me," You said to Holly, your dog, as he came padding over to you wagging his tail with excitement. You bent down to scratch him right behind his ears, giggling a little as Holly began tapping his foot along the floor. Holly was the dog you had gotten with Yoongi. The two of you wanted to try and start a mini family with the rest of the boys since having a child was out of the question.

All of you were far too busy to bring a child into the world and then fathering the child would be a whole other mess. Seven boys all dying to become a dad, it would be unfair to only pick one of them. If you ever got to that point you were pretty sure you were all going to look into adopting a child, giving someone a better life than living inside of the system.

"Come on baby, lets get you fed." You laughed as you got up from the ground, taking Holly back to the kitchen as you hunted around for the fresh food that you always gave to him. At least if the boys weren't home you weren't going to be completely alone in the house, you had someone to speak with...Even if that someone could only bark and whine back at you.

As you lay there tossing and turning in bed you couldn't help but throw a pity party for yourself. Staring at the ceiling as you thought about texting one of the boys, begging to know when they were going to come home but it was hard. Each of them worked harder than ever lately and you didn't want to be the one distracting them from their work. While at the same time, a part of you aching for them to rush home and comfort you. Nothing felt right as you laid there, dressed in one of Jin's shirts while you cuddled up to one of Jungkook's many...Many pillows. 

"Fuck this," You grumbled as you threw yourself out of the bed in your bedroom and began to walk into each of their rooms.

The year before for Christmas you had gotten each of them a stuffed bear each, they all worked away from home a lot. Going on tour or doing promotions so you had gotten them a little something from home. 

Each of them had a build-a-bear toy with their names on shirts that the bears wore. You'd gotten a lot of weird looks whilst in the store for buying seven different bears and naming them after the BTS Members but you didn't care. 

Your relationship wasn't public knowledge and you knew it wasn't going to be for a long time. The relationship was still fairly new to you all and you all went day by day trying to figure out what it all meant. None of you wanted to have the public in on that just yet, at least not until you'd worked out a way to explain it to them all.

Once your bed was filled with all Seven bears you crawled into bed, smiling as you could smell all of their aftershaves mixed together around you. It wasn't the boys but it was still nice to have a part of them beside you, at least this way you might be able to get some sleep tonight. You missed them and you didn't just miss them a little, you missed them a lot.

All week long it had been one thing after another with them being out of the house every second of the day. It was supposed to be your night with Tae last night but he hadn't gotten home until the early hours and by then you were already asleep alone. 

You loved them and you adored how much that they loved their jobs but you did miss them and you missed them so much it hurt sometimes. The teddies may have been something that you had gotten for them but it was also something for you.

"No, we need to be up early," Jin told Jungkook as he began to lecture him about how late that they had been that day. All of them had been rushed out of the front door that morning because Jungkook overslept.

"I don't want to be up early, I've been up early all week," Jungkook grumbled like a child, ignoring his Hyung as he began to make his way into the house. Holly was curled up asleep on the sofa, as usual, but there was no sign of you in the house. 

"Is Y/n working late?" Yoongi questioned as he looked around. Normally when they would come home from work you'd be on the sofa waiting for them or asleep on the sofa after falling asleep waiting for them all. 

"Maybe, normally she texts..." Namjoon trailed off slowly as he pulled out his phone just to check that you hadn't sent them a message but there was nothing from you since lunch. You'd thanked them all for wishing you good luck with your presentation and that was it. 

"She's fed Holly, so she's home," Hoseok called from the kitchen as he noticed the plate from your dinner was washed up along with the bowl you fed Holly with every night. 

Each of them began to make their way up to your room, tapping lightly on the door in case you were just getting out of the shower but there was no noise. Jimin slowly began to push the door open and his heart seemed to flutter at the sight of you there. 

Laying on the bed in one of Jin's shirts surrounded by each of their stuffed bears that you had gotten for them. Each of them felt their faces beginning to heat up as you made a small whine in your sleep, turning over to cuddle into some of the pillows and bears beside you. 

"I think we should take the weekend off," Yoongi whispered as he inched closer to the bed, covering you up with a duvet so that you didn't get cold. He knew you missed them from the sight of you curled up beside the bears, you only ever did this when you were upset or missing them.

The way you hummed in your sleep made all of them weak, you looked so peaceful on the bed like that. Surrounded by things that you loved. 

"Agreed," Namjoon whispered back as he smiled weakly. All of them had been so busy that week that each missed their night to cuddle with you.

"Jin, its your night so you can stay with her," Namjoon added as Jin nodded his head in agreement, he wasn't going to fight against that he'd been dying to see you all day long. Each of them had one night with you a week, sharing a bed with you since all eight of you weren't exactly going to fit into one bed.

"Goodnight," The boys all whispered as they began to leave your room, giving you one last look as Jin kissed the top of your head, being careful not to wake you up before he went to get ready for the rest of the night. 

The next morning you'd woken up cuddled in Jin's arms, his small and soft snoring waking you up and instantly making you smile. It was the first time you'd woken up beside any of them all week and all you wanted to do was stay like this for as long as possible but you couldn't. 

Your phone was lighting up and you had countless emails and calls from your co-workers. You expected to be fired and as you unlocked your phone your heart rate only increased. 

Dear Miss Y//l/n, 

Please contact us as soon as possible. Your new office will be ready and waiting. 

Yours Faithfully, 

CEO Mr Lee 

Without being able to help it you let out a scream as you saw the mass amounts of congratulation emails and texts that you had been getting all night long. All of them were extremely excited to see you getting the promotion that you deserved and earned. 

"What happened?!" Jin asked as he sat up suddenly, staring at you as you teared up. Doing nothing but give him the phone as the door burst open to the bedroom, Tae and Jimin standing there with slippers in their hands, ready to hit whoever it was making you scream or to crush a spider. 

"I got a promotion!" You yelled out as you rushed over to them, throwing your arms around their necks as they hugged you back. Asking you to explain how and why it had happened.

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[quindolyn]

hi can i request the maurauders going to see the reader do a musical like heathers or mean girls and they are just confused and turned on bc they didn't expect it to be this dirty (can lead to smut or not). luv you and hope you are taking care of yourself, if not go get something to eat, drink some water, take a nap, or do somthing you enjoy. or dont not trying to be pushy :)

Creature of the Night || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 3029 (excluding song lyrics)

A/N: I think I liked how this turned out? I didn’t make it smut but it’s certainly suggestive, I went with Rocky Horror, I know that the musicals mentioned in the request are more modern but I fucking love Rocky Horror and I think it works with the request. When I first read this request I smiled so much because I love live theater, I don’t perform as much as I used to because as I progress with my education I’m focusing more on the stuff I can use to pad my resumes for college and stuff but I still love going to see productions. One of the worst parts of the pandemic for me has been not being able to go see shows, I miss it so much.

Warnings: theatre enthusiast reader, erections, suggestive material, song lyrics, slight teasing, wearing very little clothing in front of an audience, I believe that that is it

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antici-

The magic of the stage was second to none. Sure, Hogwarts may have had witches and wizards, subjects like Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and ghosts that spent their time meandering about the halls but there was always a part of you that looked forward to the summer between your years at Hogwarts. Because no matter how magical Hogwarts was, the theater always made you feel completely and utterly alive. 

Every summer since the one after your first year at what all of your muggle friends thought to be a very prestigious boarding school up in Scotland, you’d taken part in your local youth theater’s productions. Your parents both being muggles thought that it would be a great way for you to be able to stay in touch with your muggle origins. 

The first year you’d been far too nervous to actually audition for a role, the very thought causing bile to churn in your stomach and threaten to make you sick all over your kitchen floor when your father first pitched the idea. So instead you’d done costumes and it was the most wonderful experience of your life. 

Who needed drugs when you had live theater? The hustle and bustle behind the scenes was electrifying but after two summers of costuming, of quick changes in the wings, learning how to use the ancient sewing machines they stored in the depths of the storage rooms, and pulling pieces for the actors to try on you decided that you wanted to try something more.

The moment you had stepped onto the stage it was like you’d come to life and you cursed yourself for not taking the risk earlier. You belonged on the stage, with the harsh stage lights on you and pounds of makeup plastered onto your face you could feel the magic thrumming through your veins and it was addicting.

If it was possible, you were even more excited to perform this summer, the previous school year you’d finally gotten together with your long time best friends the Marauders, turning them from friends to your boyfriends.

When your mother had sent word of the production being put on this summer you’d squealed while seated next to James and across from Remus, who had Sirius hanging off of his side. After explaining to them, mostly Sirius and James really, just what live theater was their first reaction was to ask if they could come see you perform.

“I don’t even know if I’m going to be cast,” You had explained gently, not wanting to get their hopes up in case you weren’t cast this year.

“Bull shit of course you’re going to be the cast,” Sirius had contested through a mouthful of jam and toast, waving his hand theatrically through the air, watching him that day was not the first time you’d considered how the way he acted often reminded you of an over enthusiastic theatre major.

Remus, the only one with any knowledge on muggle theatre had snorted, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist to pull him closer to his body, “She’s not going to be the cast Pads, she’s going to be casted,” He’d corrected gently, pressing a kiss into his long, dark tresses.

“Whatever,” The smaller boy had grumbled, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Which brought you to where you were right now, five minutes to curtain touching up your make up in the mirror of the shared make-up room.

“Hey (L/N),” One of your cast mates called settling into the makeup chair next to you as she plucked a tube of dark red lipstick from the small canary colored makeup bag she had previously abandoned on the counter, “Your boyfriends coming tonight?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah, they are,” You responded, applying mascara to your lashes.

“Excited to meet them, that photo you showed us,” She smiled, fanning her face with her hand, “Smoking,” She smiled, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Rolling your eyes you ignored her comment, “It’s five minutes to curtain, you’re just now doing your make-up?” You chuckled, noticing her black face.

“Oh, shove it,” She laughed as you pushed yourself from your chair, traipsing out of the room, giving her the middle finger on your way out.

“Break a leg!” She called after you as the door latched shut.

You weren’t usually this nervous before a performance but knowing that your three boyfriends were sitting out there somewhere in the audience had you pacing back and forth backstage wondering what they were going to think of the whole production.

“Rocky Horror?” Sirius’ confusion evident in his voice as he plopped down in his seat next to Remus, throwing his arm around the werewolf’s shoulders, drumming his fingers on his clothed shoulder hidden behind his knitted cardigan.

“Yeah,” James collapsed into his chair on the other side of Remus, tucking one leg under his body, “No clue what it’s about but I’m sure our angel will be wonderful. Can you guys see her?” He straightened himself up in his seat, craning his neck in attempts to catch a glimpse of you.

Remus being the only one with any ties to the muggle world knew a bit about the show and had to do his very best to suppress a smirk from overtaking his face as he knew exactly what he and your other two boyfriends were getting themselves into. 

“Just hush up you two, the show’s gonna start any moment,” He scolded, patting his large, scarred hand on James’ thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Rem,” Sirius whined, puckering his lips and closing his eyes, signaling to his boyfriend that he wanted a kiss.

“My needy baby,” He crooned, leaning in to connect his lips with Sirius’ in a quick liplock before pulling back, allowing Sirius to drop his forehead to smear against his shoulder.

“That’s mean,” Sirius murmured discontentedly.

“Poor baby Pads,” James cooed mockingly.

“Both of you,” Remus hissed as the lights in the theatre dimmed, “The show’s about to start, be good for me and be quiet yeah?”

Their response came in their silence as the crowd started settling down and the music from the orchestra pit began a voice coming from somewhere out of sight as it was played through the speakers,

“Michael Rennie was ill

The day the earth stood still

But he told us where we stand”

Not 20 minutes into the show all three of them were as hard as rocks, James had already made Remus check the playbill for the name of the character you were playing, not being able to remember what you’d told them as all of his concentration was focused on a certain place.

Janet Weiss.

Remus couldn’t remember either, but he was almost certain that’s the name he could make out in the dark theatre, printed next to a picture of your smiling face.

When you’d stripped down to your underwear the boys could barely focus on the plot line of the show, only being able to watch the way your bare skin shone under the harsh light of the spotlights. Watching as sweat glistened on your skin, making you shine as you moved about the stage. 

Enchanted by the melodic cadence of your voice they all felt a certain jealousy burning deep in the pits on their stomachs at the thought that there were dozens of other people packed into that theater, all observing you in your vulnerable state of under dress. Only they got to see you like that.

Sirius missed much of the first act glaring at members of the audience who he deemed as looking at you for too long for his liking, but if you were being honest a 4th year smiling at you in the hallway was sometimes too long for his liking.

It wasn’t like any of them had never seen you naked before, in fact they’d all seen you naked more than their fair share of times but something about you on that stage in a white bra with a matching slip was driving them all crazy.

Especially Remus, whose ultimate weakness was seeing you in anything white which was one of the reasons you’d been so excited to invite them in the first place, knowing that they would be horny messes the entire time.

On stage you did your very best not to look out into the audience looking for them, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stop a ginormous grin from forming on your face and you couldn’t afford to break character. Not if you wanted the night to go your way.

As the opening notes to “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me”, rose from the orchestra pit you had trouble stopping a small smirk from pulling at your lips as you opened them, inhaling deeply before singing the first words of the song,

“I was feeling done in, couldn't win

I'd only ever kissed before”

Despite yourself you caught a glimpse of long dark hair in the audience, quickly taking a glance at Sirius’ face, eyes glazed over in lust, legs shifting uncomfortably with his mouth hanging wide open. 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed another raven-haired boy’s mouth dropping as you shrugged off of your robe

“I thought there’s no use getting, into heavy petting

It only leads to trouble and, seat wetting

Now all I want to know, is how to go

I've tasted blood and I want more”

It was impossible to miss the way Remus’ jaw clenched as you laid your palm against Rocky’s chest, he was being played by your good friends who’d been working with the same theatre company as you since forever, he was like a brother to you. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t lay it on extra thick tonight with your boyfriends in the audience.

Tracing a dainty finger down Rocky’s chest you pushed your body against his singing out the next lyrics of the song,

“I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance”

You turned you and your cast mate so that looking over his shoulder you were able to meet Remus’ eye, sending him a quick wink before focusing back in on Rocky.

“Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me

I wanna be dirty

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

Creature of the night”

Pressing your back up against Rocky’s chest you guided his hands with yours to your breasts, squeezing them as you followed the choreography you knew by heart.

You ripped your slip from your body with the help of Rocky leaving you in only your white bra, matching panties and a pair of small heels as you paraded around stage, belting the suggestive lyrics into the theater.

“Then if anything grows, while you pose

I'll oil you up and rub you down (down, down, down)

And that’s just one small fraction, of the main attraction

You need a friendly hand, oh i need action”

You smirked, thinking about all of the action you’d be on the receiving end of later that night as you sunk to your knees in front of Rocky, your hands grasping his thighs. Deciding to tease them perhaps a little more than necessary as you went through the number, curling your leg around his and pressing your bodies together so that there was no space between your two questionably clothed bodies.

As the number was brought to a close it was impossible for you to ignore the excitement bubbling up inside of you as you continued your way through the show you kept throwing glances at your boyfriends, always finding their eyes already trained on you. More often than not, on some body part other than your face.

If your boyfriends thought that they had a bit of a problem before that song they were in a terrible predicament now.

Remus caught Sirius on multiple occasions trying to move the hand that he was holding to grope at his crotch as he tried to buck up into his boyfriend’s hand. And much to his own dismay, Remus would pull his hand away, thinking it probably wasn’t the best idea to give his boyfriend a hand job in a crowded theater. Knowing that he wouldn’t have to worry about James touching himself because he would never dream of disobeying him, Remus divided his attention between you on the stage and keeping Sirius in check.

Each of the boys were counting down the seconds until the show came to an end and they could get out of there and relieve some of their tension.  As the curtains were pulled closed they all breathed a sigh of relief before they reopened, leaving all three of them bewildered and slightly annoyed, even more so when they noticed everyone around them standing as they applauded the actors.

Remus forced both of them up when you rushed to the front of the stage, curtsying as the crowd went wild, your boyfriends most notably. As you took your bow you blew a kiss to your boyfriends taking note of the uncomfortable way they all stood, trying to adjust their erections to make them less noticeable while simultaneously applauding you.

As you cleared the stage after curtain call you took your time, doddling towards the dressing rooms where you had left the clothes you’d arrived at the theater in along with a special outfit you’d brought for after the show. Usually you were one of the first actors to clear the theater after a show but tonight you took your time. Hanging up your costume with more care than anyone really should treat any garment with and certainly more than what it needed. 

You smirked mischievously as you pulled the you’d brought outfit from your bag and shimmied it up your legs before slipping the delicate straps up your shoulders. You glimpsed yourself in the mirror, the red satin of the dress clinging to your curves in an attractive manner, short enough to display miles of legs and low cut enough to show off a decent amount of cleavage and perhaps a sighting of the matching red bra you were wearing beneath it.

Slinging the back of your black heels over the heel of your feet you snatched your purse from the armchair in your dressing room before striding out to go meet your boyfriends in the lobby, where you’d told them to wait for you.

Their heads all turned as they heard the clacking of your heels against the tile of the floor, “Boys,” You greeted as they unabashedly took in your new appearance.

As he most often was, Remus was the first one to collect himself, “Puppy, you were wonderful,” He praised, walking to meet you as you approached him, leaning down to smear a kiss against your cheek, “You did amazing up there, so proud of you,” He threw his arm around your waist as you walked towards Sirius and James.

“We got something for you,” He explained, his grip on your waist tightening, “Jamie give it to her, yeah?” 

“Oh yeah,” The smaller boy grinned, remembering the bouquet he held cradled in his arms as he handed it over to you, “Here you go angel.”

“Thank you Jamie,” You said as you took it from him, closing your eyes as you buried your nose in the sweet smelling flora. As you opened your eyes you made eye contact with Sirius, who stood across from you, practically drooling as he took in your appearance without any shame, “They smell wonderful.”

“You okay Si?” You asked, looking up through your eyelashes, batting them innocently.

“Like you don’t know exactly what you did up there to us (Y/N/N),” Remus whispered in your ear, pressing his nose into your temple.

“You guys are the ones who wanted to come,” You lilted, rubbing one of the velvety petals between the pads of your thumb and forefinger.

“Could’ve warned us,” James mumbled, his eyes not leaving your thighs as he licked his lips, if it were anyone else you would’ve been uncomfortable but you couldn’t help but feel flattered whenever any of them ogled you. 

“And what’s with the dress Pup?” Sirius nodded his head appreciatively towards your dress, obviously admiring the way it hung on your body.

“What, you don’t like it?” You asked with fake hurt in your voice, knowing that he more than liked it, he fucking loved it. 

“S’not that,” Remus mumbled, nosing at your jugular, “Just that whole show, got us a little bit worked up. We didn’t expect it to be so sexual Puppy,” He nodded towards James and that’s when you noticed the erection he was still sporting. 

“Got us really worked up, can we go home now?” James asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from his little problem.

“Jamie,” You whined, smiling wickedly, “I wanted to celebrate, I was thinking we could go eat somewhere, I was thinking maybe Thai food?”

You watched as Sirius ground his teeth, conflicted between needing to get home and not wanting to deny you from what you wanted. 

“Having fun teasing us Bunny?” Remus asked you with a sly smirk, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“M’not teasing,” You insisted, turning indignantly to your other boyfriend.

“Sure you aren’t,” He chuckled, “Thai sounds great (Y/N), wanna talk with you about the show,” The idea of teasing Sirius and James even longer was very appealing to Remus and he was ready to make the sacrifice of being teased himself, knowing that he’d be able to get back at you later that night.

“But-” James began.

“You wanna argue with me Jamie?” Remus challenged, raising a singular eyebrow.

“No,” He moped, “Of course not.”

“Good,” Remus said, nodding his head approvingly, “We wouldn’t wanna deny our Princess would we?”

James shook his head, eyes pleading, desperately seeking Remus’ approval.

“Pads?” Remus challenged, turning his attention to the other raven haired man.

“What? Oh um, of course not,” He agreed distractedly, dragging his eyes from your form to meet Remus’, his reluctance evident in his voice.

“Good,” Remus said pointedly, his eyes cold, daring Sirius to question him. When he didn’t the werewolf continued, “Let’s get going then, there’s a nice little restaurant a couple blocks away yeah?”

As you all hummed your consent you made your way to the exit, “Ten galleons if you can make James cum in his pants at dinner,” Remus whispered in your ear quietly enough so that  James and Sirius trailing behind you wouldn’t be able to hear you, you could hear the smirk in his voice as you exited the theatre.

“Deal.” This was going to be fun, you considered that you might have to invite them to come see the show again.

-pation

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[helliontherapscallion]

Hello! Um hopefully this is ok but can you do a platonic poly relationship with tech reader and philza? And one day the reader comes over to there abode with a basket full of sweets and pastries (muffins bread ect-) also cottagecore quiet reader please she/they pronouns

Thank you! :D

(A/N): I’m back yall! Sorry I’ve been gone (in terms of writing/request doing) for so long, I just kinda lost motivation to write for a bit

Ok so you’re childhood best friends with Technoblade

You two met when you accidentally bumped into each other in the village by the sbi fam’s house

You were calmly along the cobblestone path when a cute dress in a store window caught your eye. You kept walking, but you were eyeing the dress as you walked by it. It was just your aesthetic: a vintage ruby red dress with laces tying the two sides together, a floused opening to the bottom of the dress, and puffy white sleeves. It looked like it was in your size too. It was absolutely perfect.

Just as you were about to walk into the store to check out the price, you bumped into someone and fell to the ground behind you. Looking up, you saw that the person that you bumped into was also on the ground looking at you. You saw that the boy was about your age with fair skin and long pastel pink hair tied into a messy ponytail. Peculiarly, he had small tusks poking out from his bottom lip, floppy pig ears on the top of his head, and crimson eyes. A piglin hybrid perhaps?

Feeling a small blush work it’s way onto your face, you quickly got up and held out a hand to the boy. “I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay? Here, let me help you up.” 

He looked at your hand for a bit before he grabbed it with his own and allowed you to haul him up to his feet. You looked him up and down scanning him for any injuries he might’ve gotten from the fall. Luckily, it didn’t look like he got hurt. The boy looked down at his feet and bent over to pick up the picnic basket and the few muffins that dropped out of it. Putting the muffins back in, he handed the basket back to you with a small smile and a blush of his own.

“It’s really no problem, I’m fine so it’s no harm done. Actually,” he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wasn’t looking where I was going either. I got distracted by that sword in the window.” He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder at the armory shop next to the dress shop. In the window was a shining golden sword glimmering in the bright sunlight. If you squinted, you could see a sign that said that it had a high level fire aspect and looting enchantments. 

“Well, it looks really pretty. I don’t know much about swords, so maybe you could tell me about them? I’m (y/n),” you gave him a small smile and stuck out your hand once more. He shook it with a grin, “Technoblade.”

That was the start of a beautiful friendship with him and his family

You met Philza, his father

The avian was extremely excited and happy that his quietest son finally made a new friend

He treated you like you were his own daughter

You might as well be a part of the family with how much you came over to babysit Tommy or to just relax with Techno

You always bring over a basket of baked treats/pastries whenever you came over

Lemme just say, the family feasted and always fought over the last one

When you started to come over at least once a day for a bit with a basket full of sweets, Philza had to pull you aside and ask you to slow down a bit with the treats

“Hey (y/n) could I actually talk to you for a second?”

“Sure! Tech, I’ll be out in a sec.” The piglin hybrid curtly nodded and walked out the back door to the backyard. You smiled at Philza before you set the basket down onto the table and started to put the rolls onto a plate.

“I know it’s not much today, I didn’t have much time yesterday to bake.”

“That’s fine, but it’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Internally, you began to panic slightly. Oh Ender, you didn’t do anything bad did you? You couldn’t think of anything you did wrong. In fact, you actively avoided any wrongdoing or talking to strangers. Oh no, were you accidentally rude to someone?

“You aren’t in trouble,” he smiled lightly when he saw you slump in relief, “I was just wondering why you always bring over baked things. Don’t get me wrong, they’re delicious and we really appreciate that you take the time to make us things, but we kinda have a little too much. Maybe slow down a bit with bringing them over?”

You felt an embarrassed blush spread across your face as you nodded and put all your focus into transferring the bread rolls over to the plate. “Sorry Phil, I just bake whenever I’m stressed or bored and I just have a lot left over after I give some to my family.”

“And that’s completely valid! Just maybe don’t bring over so much, breaking up the fights with Tommy, Wil, and Tech just gets a bit much at times,” he grinned and clapped a hand over your shoulder.

As the years passed, you and Techno only grew closer

You taught Techno how to do meticulous neat braids in his hair while in turn he taught you some self defense

Mans makes sure you can properly and efficiently wield a sword and shoot a bow and arrow 

Poor guy can’t lose another friend

When he moves to the tundra, he invites you to live with him but you reluctantly refuse

You had Tommy and Wilbur to look after in L’manberg

Being pissed at Schlatt when he exiles them

Following them into exile leaving behind shocked Manbergians 

They didn’t think you were capable of the screaming, let alone such profanity

Practically launching yourself at Techno when he agrees to helping Pogtopia

Him making sure that the withers don’t harm you, even going as far as hitting them and luring them away from you

Staying with Techno after L’manberg is reinstated under Tubbo’s rule

Starting to dislike leadership and governments in general after Tommy gets exiled (again)

Convincing Technoblade to let Tommy stay with you two

Absolutely hating governments when the Butcher Army places Philza under house arrest and rolls up to your guys’ house and takes Techno and Carl

They lock you in the house, but you pick the lock with the bobby pin you kept the bandana pinned to your hair with 

You follow them to L’manberg and break down when you see the anvils crashing down onto Techno

Screaming profanities at the Butcher Army and taking out your sword to attack them not noticing when Techno runs away safely

Philza watching everything from the balcony and cheering you on

You almost take away one of Fundy’s (whom you considered to be your nephew until the whole Butcher Army incident) lives before you feel a sword slice your arm and an arrow shooting its way through your thigh

Turning, you gave Tubbo and Ranboo the fiercest glare you could as you were standing over a half-dead Fundy with a sword dripping blood hanging at your side

You, the soft spoken and sweet one that gave everybody baked goods wherever you went, screaming profanities at the festival and the execution was scary enough, but this?

Absolute nightmare fuel, gonna stick in their minds for a long time

You attempt to fight them but you lose and end up with injuries too severe for you to continue fighting

Philza being the one to yell at you to go home to the tundra telling you that Techno’s alive bc of a totem of undying 

You felt kinda stupid after that, Technoblade never dies (you often half joked that he was immortal like Philza)

You limp home and get met with a bone crushing uncharacteristic hug from Techno

He patches you up after reassuring you that the blood on him wasn’t his (he tells you about the duel in great detail)

In turn you tell him about your 3 v 1 duel, feeling a bit dejected bc you ended up losing

Him being literally so proud of you for facing 3 people at once, but also scolding you slightly for going into it blindly

When Philza moves in, everything feels complete and fulfilled (at least to you)

You help Philza clean and dress his damaged wing

Also helping him do some physical therapy so that he could at least move it

Comforting him whenever he felt down about not being able to fly again

You invite him and Techno to cook with you and it surprisingly ends up better than you expected it to be

When Tommy betrays Techno, you and Philza end up being the only ones he could fully trust (later slowly adding Niki and Ranboo to the mix when The Syndicate is formed)

You are Harpocrates when The Syndicate is formed due to your quiet nature

Philza and Techno fully 100% supporting your decision of not wanting to reveal your identity

At the second meeting you show up with a full mask covering your face and the opposite of what you normally wore (more of a grunge type beat)

Only communicating in nods and writing at meetings, living up to your nickname

You never reveal your identity to Niki or Ranboo

Pleasant late night conversations around the fire with hot chocolate and your baked goods

Techno still lets you braid his hair (sometimes you even put flowers in it) from time to time

You braid Philza’s hair when it gets too long

Braid chains when yall get too bored? Hell yeah 

Ultimately, you three become a strong family unit (goals)

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[pale-silver-comb]

So I know absolutely nothing about Leverage except what I've been seeing you post lately and I have to admit you're making it look tempting to watch! Can I ask what are some of your favorite things about the show/reasons you would suggest people watch it? And is there really a poly relationship that is canon?

Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. I am going to do my best not to just “asdfghkjl” at you and answer coherently.

In a nutshell, Leverage is about 5 people. 4 are criminals (Parker, Hardison, Eliot and Sophie) with different and unique skill-sets and 1 is an ex-insurance investigator (Nate) who, at one point or another in his career, has tracked down (or at least attempted to) the other 4. The whole show is essentially: man reluctantly reforms 4 criminals to use their criminal powers for good and 4 criminals move into man’s life and stubbornly refuse to leave because, goddammit, now they have morals. 

I’ve got a lot of favourite things about the show but the main ones are as follows:

1. Found family. And I’m not talking about loners who come together to fight crime and happen to co-exist to the point where they realise they happen to have found themselves a family. I mean, Nate and Sophie are the Drunk Uncle and Wine Aunt who somehow become Mom and Dad to 3 beautiful criminal children. Mom and Dad love their criminal babies and the kids love them (as well as each other, but we’ll come to that in a moment). You get amazing family moments such as: Mom and Dad packing the kids lunch before sending them out to kick corporate greed’s ass; Mom and Dad giving the kids ridiculously expensive and personal Christmas presents causing their most Grumpy Kid to go very very quiet and soft as he runs off to gleefully play with his new murder toy; the kids interrupting Mom and Dad’s big Movie Style Kiss to ask if they can please keep their new underground layer and huffing and puffing when Dad tells them no.

2. Found family: the OT3 edition. To answer your question, the OT3 is indeed canon, confirmed by the creator. Now, usually, “confirmed by the creator” infuriates me because most of the time it’s a way for a creator to be seen as “progressive” without doing anything to actually be progressive. That isn’t the case here. The OT3 are built up carefully and while it is obvious the creators didn’t originally intend for all 3 of them to become a relationship in the romantic sense, by mid-season 5 we are given a very clear picture of where Parker, Hardison and Eliot are heading in their relationship. There aren’t any kisses at the end to signal this but there are solid marriage vows in not only one but two episodes. (And by marriage vows I mean literal equivalents of marriage vows: “for better or worse” and “’til death do us part”. I’m not even exaggerating). The OT3 also doesn’t need explicit romantic narratives to convey how much they love each other. Their love is laced through the whole show, from the way they teach each other things to the way they respond to each other and work as a unit. The way they fiercely protect and admire each other. Like someone once said, if you need characters to kiss or say I love you to let the audience know they love each other, you are writing them wrong. 

Aside from that, each of the parings in the OT3 are just. Gah. They are so well done, with friendship being the solid basis for them all. The creators never expect the audience to assume anything about them or fill in the gaps. They give us their relationships on screen and reference many things off-screen to show us how these relationships continue to build in between episodes.

Hardison and Parker are a canon couple and date in the show: it’s approached slowly and they are so goddamned sweet. They are basically every fluffy slow-burn trope with a healthy dash of mutual pining in the mix. They are basically that quote “love is patient, love is kind”. (I would like to add their romance never becomes the focus of the show or overrides the importance of any other relationship they have with the other characters, especially Eliot.)

Hardison and Eliot are the Old Married Couple and from day one are already bickering and looking at each other/making comments that are found in every UST fic ever (not to mention Hardison has a very good knack for making Eliot grin like a little kid, when usually he’s basically an Angry Little Chef Man). They argue, they play, and love each other plain as day. 

Parker and Eliot are more subtle but every bit as wonderful. They have an unspoken connection and understand each other on a level no-one else can. Parker and Eliot are not good with giving themselves over to affection for different reasons (and Hardison plays a central role in helping them realise it’s okay to want it and have it- that boy has endless patience) but there is something so beautiful in the way the two of them come together on their own and develop their own special bond that works for them. Parker and Eliot are that trope where the characters don’t need to speak to understand each other perfectly. They just do. Their love language is a lot of the time non-verbal but speaks volumes. (Parker also likes to annoy the hell out of Eliot and Eliot....just.....lets...her. Because he’s soft. The softest, grumpiest boy.) 

I could go into so much depth for each pairing and their dynamics as a 3 but that's for another post.

3. Subverting stereotypes. There is the occasional hiccup in the show regarding stereotypes but ultimately, Leverage gets an A+ when it comes to writing characters and making them 3 dimensional people who are not defined by certain characteristics or events. Nate could so easily fall into the White Man Pain trope where he uses the trauma of losing his kid as a reason as to why he is entitled to act like a dick. Nate is a dick but he doesn’t use his pain to excuse it and I appreciate that. Hardison is a black man who is soft and nurturing. Easily the most empathetic and patient of the group. He’s nerdy, an actual genius, and has the biggest heart of all the characters. Nate is maybe the glue but Hardison is definitely the heart. Media’s usual aggressive, amongst other, racist stereotypes can fuck right off. Parker is canonically autistic (I am sure this was confirmed by one of the creators) and she is not defined by it. It’s not written as some kind of singular personality trait. It’s part of what makes up Parker but it’s only one facet of who she is and not once is her actions, thoughts or feelings treated like a joke. Sometimes people don’t understand why she does and says the things she does but it’s met with patience and fondness over the course of the show. Equally, it’s not met with over-caution. Parker is just Parker. No-one tries to change her. The other nice thing is Hardison, who always makes sure Parker knows she’s amazing because of who she is and not in spite of it. Finally, Sophie is in her 40s. She’s not treated like she’s past her prime. Ever. She’s sexy, smart and never is she pitted against or compared to Parker (who is younger) for anything. Sophie is amazing and there’s never even a conversation of “I may be older but I am still *insert adjective typically associated with younger women here*”. Sophie is possibly the first female character I’ve ever seen who isn’t just unapologetic about her age but has never had to apologise for her age. It’s a non-issue and that’s that. The women on the show are written so well, right down to secondary characters and it’s beyond refreshing.  

4.) It’s just fun. The show has a “monster of the week” type format. Except instead of a ghoul or a ghost, the monster is some corrupt wealthy and powerful individual or organisation. The show draws on real-life individuals to do this and therefore closely parallels real-life people and events. It addresses important political, economical, social and environmental issues while at the same time remaining fun and light-hearted. The characters constantly get the chance to play dress up and by GOD do they have fun with it. You get to watch Eliot beat up bad guys in the most delightful of ways, usually after a witty non-sequitur and with a weapon you’d never think could be a weapon. The dialogue and back and forth between the characters is everything. And finally - my favourite thing- the team can never resist striking a dramatic pose after they’ve taken down the bad guy, making sure the bad guy sees them. I mean, they COULD just walk away, satisfied they’ve taken the person down, but nope. They gotta be dramatic bitches 24/7 and pose like they are models for every single month of this year’s Criminal Calendar.  

5.) Competence Porn. So. Much. Competence Porn.  

Honestly, I could list a thousand reasons for why Leverage is amazing but to list them would to be spoiling so many amazing moments you’d get to discover for the first time on your own if you do choose to watch it. It’s the kind of show you can watch with an eagle-eye and sink your teeth into. But it’s also the kind of show if, you would prefer, put on in the background for something entertaining while you do something else. Each episode is about the job at hand but it’s made up of so many moments between the characters that show how much the creators and writers care about them. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll do whatever it is you do when something Soft and Wonderful happens that makes your heart melt. I am so beyond grateful for Leverage. It’s everything I always wanted in a show. Nearly every show I’ve watched in the past 10 years has disappointed me in some way, usually either because the writers run out of steam or characters who I love are treated poorly or given some kind of unnecessary “shock value” arc. Leverage doesn’t do that. Leverage is what it says on the bottle. Fandom isn’t something I joined because I needed canon fix-its. Fandom only enhances and celebrates an already excellent canon. 

[queersatanic]

Hi, I can't reply to your post for some reason so I'll just say it here of that's okay?

I generally agree, however:

There are lesbians who are terfs; there are cis gay men who are misogynists. Transmedicalists are transphobic trans people. White queers continue to be white and weaponize white supremacy against Black, Brown, and Indigenous queers. Abled queers create inaccessible spaces for disabled queers.

That's partly my point. We share experiences and oppression and that Still hasn't stopped us from having internal community issues with acceptance. So why, when we have these struggles, are we be spending queer energy on discourse over whether or not we should allow our literal oppressors to take part, too?

Like I will say that I definitely hear how somethings I said echo the points made exclusionists make against aro, ace, and even neo-pronoun users but the difference between that and this is that those folk share the experience of falling outside the status quo of gender and orientation.

And that's what it the Queer community ultimately comes down to. We are a community because on that shared experience, that shared oppression. THAT experience is what makes us strange, and dangerous. Our lived experiences are what makes us abnormal and queer. And experience cishet folk do not share.

And now, 50+ years after LGBT pioneers fought, protested, petitioned, and even died to create a community that would simultaneously be a guard for us and strong arm for rights... You wanna try saying what? That it's queerphobic to uphold the idea that our community, born of shared experiences (regarding sex, romance, and gender) should not be open to people who don't share that experience? Who in fact are the CAUSE of our experiences? You wanna try claiming that the people who we are actively protecting ourself from somehow DESERVE to be part of our community? That they DESERVE our labor, our resources, and safe spaces?

Like in the nicest way possible let me ask: how does that make an inkling of sense?

Like what exactly have poly cishets done for you or ANY of us that have led you to that conclusion? I don't even see them on the notes of this post..matter of fact the ONLY time I've even seen this even come up is when queer folk bring it up. They even got y'all caping for them and doing That for them too. And what are y'all getting in return? Show me the posts polyam folk are making about trans worker protections? Show me the polyam blogs ran by cishet folk who Regularly advocate and post about LGBT issues. Who attend our protests.

Show me who is putting in the same work that You are doing for them.

Because from where I stand it just looks like privileged folk got marginalized folk to cape for their right to our spaces after WE are the ones who fought and died for this space. Just seems like privileged folk trying to lay claim to yet another marginalized space that did not help create.

Besides allllll of that, lets just take the word queer itself. It's a word used to cause harm. A slur that for some LGBT folk, was the Last thing they ever heard. And they heard it coming from the mouths of cishet folk. And they were called that for who they chose to kiss. For how they chose to dress. For just existing.

So like sorry not sorry but if there is One word that cishet people can't use for themselves it's queer and I'll die on that hill.

Also I saw your other response saying "words mean things" is an essentialism thing and like... Yeah I agree with that I guess should have phrased it better. I just meant that the term queer Certainly has historical and critical connotations attached to it so it's an injustice to Queer history to stomp all over that meaning and just change it because that's what the cishets want to be called. Feels like the entitlement that only privileged folks could have.

Since they weren't able to answer us, we'll just allow them space to do that here.

[dabis-girl]

Don’t Push me, I’m too close to the edge.

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: edging, overstimulation,poly relationship, bi-sexual characters, humiliation, BDSM, clit stimulatin, sex toys, DDLG-Ish, cumshot.

𝐀/𝐍: I just wanna thank y’all for the 400 followers 🥰 and this took a bit longer than expected but ya know that how depression works. But this is probably this longest this that I have ever written this app and who knows maybe this will be a regular thing for me

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5𝐤 this shit long asf to me but it’s worth it I promise.

𝐁𝐭𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

After wrapping up with Dabi you had to find some excuse to email your professor. Ultimately it came down to you your cat jumping on your computer. But, you really didn’t have much time to worry about that before he was pulling you into the shower. He took his time washing you up and planting tender kisses on your skin. You couldn’t help but cling to your man as your knees were still weak from your scene. Dabi had to ‘work’ but you really know that means he needed to ride around and hit licks. He always gave you the choice of coming along or staying at the house and more than likely you’d go. It was fun to ride around with a boyfriend that was the plug while anticipating the return of your dreamy college boy.

“ You coming with me today, or you stayin’ in?” He asked wrapping you up in a towel and placing you pert on the bathroom counter. Dabi took his time to put toothpaste on both your and his toothbrush and handed you yours.

“ I don’t know.” You said kicking your feet. Dabi rolled his eyes before spitting into the sink. But in your defense it was a tough decision riding with Dabi was always interesting,sometimes you wondered who were these people that he sold too? But you knew that Keigo plans for you. Your train of thought was derailed by your impatient boyfriend.

“ Are you gonna stay here and wait for Keigo, or do you want to come with me and see him when we come back?” He explained with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Do you want me to come with you?” You teased although you’d made your decision mimicking his actions of spitting in the sink.

“Don’t be a brat.” He warned. “ Matter of fact you’re staying here I don’t need your bratty ass in my passenger seat tempting me today. I like it when you’re a good little assistant. Keigo will take care of that.” He said. The two of you finished brushing your teeth and he rushed to get ready while you simply put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Dabi got dressed in the usual white v-neck, black jacket, and jeans. He made sure to leave you money to get whatever you wanted to get and gave you and kiss on the forehead. You knew he’d be back sometime tonight so you didn’t worry too much because he always came back. In the meantime, there was perfect blonde with golden eyes that was due home any second and you couldn’t wait. It wasn’t too long before Keigo returned, it was Friday and he didn’t have any more classes.

Not long after your pizza arrived and you finally found something to watch you heard keys in the door. It was only a few minutes after Dabi pulled off, it was either him forgetting something or Keigo's test was a breeze. Much to your surprise it was Keigo he always took like the max amount of time on his test. He was delighted to see you perched on the sofa.

“ Keigo!” You chirped upon his arrival.

“Hello, my songbird.” He huffed the exhaustion seeped through normally chipper tone, before he threw himself on the sofa.

“How was your test?” You asked, twisting your blanket nervously.

“It was bullshit.” Keigo answers. “But at least it’s over now and there’s pizza.” He said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

It was quiet for a while as the only sound was that the dull roar of the tv. You weren’t even paying attention to the movie anymore because every twenty seconds you gazed over to your boyfriend sitting at the other end of the sofa, not paying you any mind. The longer he sat there scrolling through his phone the needier you grew. You had been waiting on this return all day just the be ignored. You could feel your bottom lip poking out as your eyebrows stiffened into a straight line.

Still, without paying you any mind Keigo picked up his backpack and started rummaging through it. Eventually, he pulled out a zip-lock baggie filled halfway with special flowers, following that came a pack of Honey backwoods and another pack of Russian cream’s. Those were for Dabi. You sat there and watched him roll up, the way that he could lick a wood to perfection always intrigued you. He sent you to fetch him a lighter and reluctantly obliged. One he sparked it and hit it a few times then he passed it to you. You didn’t smoke nearly as much before you met Dabi but it started getting out of hand when you moved in with him and Keigo, you were beginning to act like them smoking yourself stupid everyday.

He looked so good when he was smoking. The way he effortlessly inhaled the clouds of smoke. The two of you passed the wood until it was a stinger. Your eyelids felt like weights. Smoking always made you horny and you were already in anticipation waiting for Keigo’s return. You sat there feeling as if you were moving faster than the world around you. It was like you were hyper fixated on trying to figure out what he was thinking, was he doing it on purpose, or were you just that horny?

“Are you high Princess?” He asks with a laugh, breaking you out of thought. What kind of question was that? Of course, you were. All you could manage a nod and chuckle. “That’s good.” He began. “You know if I fail my test it’ll kinda be your fault.” He said with a laugh looking over to you.

“My fault?!” You scoffed dramatically.

“Yeah, your fault, the only thing in my head during the whole exam was you.” He leaned over to roughly knead your breast. ”And every time I tried to solve an equation all I could hear were your whorish moans in my ear.” He explained.

“Oh shut up.” You said snatching yourself away from his touch.

“I’m serious, and the worst part was I got a boner in the middle of it so then I really really couldn’t focus.” He didn’t spare any detail retelling the agony he was in. “But now I’m home with you to put my out of my misery.” A deviant smirk crept across his face before he forcefully tugged your shirt causing your body to fall forward. There was an unmistakable lustful fire in his eyes.

He abruptly left the couch returning with a white box with pink lettering. A gift? Or at least you thought it was a gift but that theory was debunked when you saw Keigo tear into the box himself. Seconds later he unceremoniously revealed a pink and white Hitachi wand, it was custom with your name monogrammed on the handle. It was nice and you wished that he would let you have it but you knew for a fact that wasn’t happening but he could at least show it to you. And he did eventually, looking at the toy excited you even more, and at this point, it was teetering on the brink of torture. Maybe this is what Keigo was talking about.

He told you everything about the toy, it was rechargeable, wireless it had 14 different modes and it was special, he ordered it just for you. You stared up at him wide-eyed practically begging him to play with you, yet still he was acting clueless. By now you had figured out that he was doing it on purpose it wanted you desperate, you were typically too shy to beg but the boys were known for pushing your limits. Keigo locked eyes with you and the two of you shared an intense gaze you wore the looking of longing plainly on your face, silently submitting to him.

“Do you wanna try it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah.”

“Me too but I have an idea.” He began and his sadistic smile returned. “I’m gonna edge you, yeah that’s what I decided until I get my test scores back depending on what I get we’ll see when I let you cum.” He explained. It was like he had it all figured out. Like he had been planning it. Perhaps that’s what he had been so quiet since his arrival.

You were still up in the clouds but his idea had brought you back down to Earth surely there was no way that he wouldn’t let you cum for who knows how long and there’s no way that Dabi would be able to hold you to it, or would he. That sadistic motherfucker will probably love the idea, anything that would turn you into even more of a needy bitch. You still hadn’t replied, the idea was just sitting in your mind, there was no way that you could tell him no just look at that face, besides he wasn’t asking anyways.

“Oh but I still want head.”

“How is that fair?” You whined.

Meanwhile, Keigo got up from the couch once again. This time he came back with the bondage tape. What the hell was going on in that barbarous mind of his. Suddenly you felt his grasp on your arm pulling you right into his lap.

“C’mere.” was the only warning he gave.You could feel his erection through the bearly there material of your shorts. A small whimper fell from your mouth at the friction, not to go unnoticed.

He made quick work Undressing you, it was a miracle that you never wore underwear in the house or hardly at all for that matter. Instantly his attention focused on your leaking slit. “ Oh my God look at your sloppy little cunt.” He said swiping the pads of his fingers over your clit causing you to shutter in response.

Keigo was sicker than Dabi he liked to torture you but he truly got off on pushing your limits Dabi just got off on the idea of humiliating you. He rested his hand on the top of your tummy lightly tapping his fingertips on your skin. A subtle arch of you back was giving away just how needed you were. Continuing his teasing he ran his fingers over your slick core. After he’d gathered a good amount of your fluid on his fingertips he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal. Your hole quivered in response, but the real kick was when you found his wet fingers resting in your bottom lip. Obeying his request you sucked his fingers into your mouth tasting the mixture of your fluids.

He praised you with a smile before he pulled off a strip of tape. Lining the head of the Hitachi up with your clit he taped it into place, he added another strip of tape at the bottom of the wand securing it in place. Then he turned it on low and the small vibrations began to stimulate your cunt and you pulled a lustful face.

“Remember little bird you aren’t allowed to cum.” His eyes darkened before he spoke again. “You don’t wanna find out what’ll happen if you disobey me.” He finished, you nodded your head in agreement. It wasn’t enough for him he locked his hands in your curls pulling your head back and allowing your mouth to fall open. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir.” You gulped as Keigo turned up the vibrations. Now they were a bit intense and you found yourself involuntarily bucking your hips every now and then.

“Perfect” Keigo agreed before sliding you off of his lap. He pulled out his already stiff dick, the tip was red, oozing with precum and your favorite part, decorated with a red titanium Prince Albert piercing. You licked your lips upon laying eyes on his member, someone’s hungry. “C’mere then you little slut.” He said roughly grasping the back of your neck to bring your mouth to meet his dick. “Keep your legs together, gotta make sure we keep that nast clit stimulated.” He said with a chuckle.

You were a superb cocksucker, Dabi made sure of that. So Keigo didn’t really have to do much. He just sat back and relaxed as your head bobbed up and down. Lewd noises began to fall from his mouth, it was like the vibrations from your pussy turned into moans around his dick. A heavy hand rested on the back of your head as you continued working away, Keigo then snaked his hands between your legs turning the vibrations up to the max. You gagged on his dick at the sudden change of intensity, the hand on the back of your head became more forceful pushing you down on his cock while his hip rutted into your face.

“Yeah just like that princess. Keigo praised. Your pussy was gushing by this point, throbbing and clasping down on the emptiness you felt. The low guttural moans turned into lustful whines. Keigo withdrew his dick from your mouth with a pop just in time to paint your face with hot thick ropes of cum. That mixed with the slobber made you into a perfect mess. You were still mewling at the vibrator stuck between your legs to overcome with pleasure to think. “Now let’s see how much of a mess your pussy is now.”

He had you lay on your back legs spread finally allowing the Hitach to ease off of your clit. The toy still buzzed frantically Against your inner thigh causing ripples in the soft skin Keigo ran his fingers over your clit once more and you shuttered hard at his touch. “Sensitive now aren’t we?” He laughed, still brushing light circles on your clit bringing to the edge rather quickly.

“Please, Sir.” You moaned. “C-can I c-uuummm please sir.” You said gripping the sofa cushions underneath you.

“There’s no time sweetheart.” He said, pulling out his phone and unlocking it quickly before Turning it off and putting it back into his pocket. “Dabi’s almost home, go wait at the door for him. I want him to see my masterpiece.” He said with a smug grin.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dabi walked through the door and he was visibly taken back by you sitting at the door waiting with a full face paint and a vibrator attached to your leg, Jesus Keigo. Dabi was disappointed that he wasn’t creative enough to think of something like that. He felt his cock twitch instantly in his jeans upon laying eyes on you. It was like something that he could only dream of. How did Keigo get you to agree to something like this?

“Hi, beautiful.” He said looking down at you on your knees before him with half lidded eyes and his forehead cocked back trying his best to conceal his excitement. “Looks like you got a neat little face paint going on here.” He said, examining Keigo’s work. It took seconds for Dabi’s cock to be straining against his zipper.

“D-addy.” You whined as the Hitachi was still pressed to your aching cunt. Keigo finally spoke up from the corner of the room.

“A doll isn’t she?” He was wearing the widest grin.Strolling proudly over to Dabi he created him with a kiss. Your black haired boyfriend gripped the blonde's jaw asserting his dominance in the interaction before pushing him away. The blonde stumbled backwards itha a grin on his face. Your hole shivered from the ongoing vibrations and the hotness of the scene in front of you let out a loud lewd moan uncontrollably, throwing your head back.

“Yeah a twisted like doll.” Dabi answered.

“ I’m edging her. Think she can take it?” He explained regaining his balance strolling over to pat your head.

“Oh, this princess? No way.” He said nudging your knee with the tip of his boot. Your face was buried in Dabi’s crotch while two men just chatted about you as if you weren’t in the room.

Keigo whisked you away to the living room with Dabi in tow of course, the pervert was going to watch. Keigo laid you down pressing your knees apart, shoving them up towards your ears. Your sensitive bud was temporarily relieved from the vibe. He was inspecting you, he could see your clit jumping from the overstimulation.

“Dabi looking, she’s dancing.” Keigo cheered. Dabi came over to look and he was right, your little pink nub was jumping up and down. Keigo shoved his pants down and sat beside you before pulling you to straddle his lap with you back to his chest.

It wasn’t a second before his dick was inside of you and a horrible groan fell from your lips from his insertion. It’s impossible you are going to bust. He was making you ride him with each of your feet planted on either side of him. You couldn’t help it, you screamed as your hips bucked off of his dick, body trying to run from the overwhelming sensation. Keigo’s grip was tight on your hips as he pulled you down forcing you to fuck yourself on his entire length. Through the fresh tears that welled in your eyes you could see Dabi sitting on the other couch with his dickin in his hand, pumping it mercilessly. The look in his eye was unlike anything you’d ever seen from him.

Keigo could sense your loss of focus and bucked his hips into you, hitting that sensitive spot within you. Now you were seeing stars, howling for release.

“Dabi I think she wants you to play to” Keigo said

“Well that’s all you had to say Princess. Dabi said, ejecting himself from the sofa and positioning himself in front of you and Keigo. You weren’t even given the chance to part your lips before once again Keigo had a rough hand in your hair yanking it causing you mouth to fall open, giving Dabi the perfect opportunity to slip into your mouth. The cold of his Jacobs ladder piercings provided a nice contrast to the heat of your tongue.

Your moans and screams were now choked as you sputtered around Dabis base, your neck taught trying to push for any resistance you could. Eventually you were granted a break, your lung swelled with air and your first exhale was used to beg for mercy. Your words came out broken as the man beneath you continued snapping his hips to meet yours.

“Pl-lug-ease sir I need to cum I-I can’t hold it anymore.” You whined breathlessly.

“God I know.” Keigo moaned. “The way you are fucking milking me I’m gonna-.” He didn’t even finish his sentence before he emptied himself inside you. When he pulled out there were long ribbons of your stifled arousal mixed with his that connected the two of you. “See Princess I knew you could do it.” He said as he reached around you to give you cunt a slap. “Told ya.” He tossed in looking up at Dabi taunting him with a wink.

Your body was nearly limp as Dabi moved aside to allow Keigo to peel you off of him, placing you on the couch on your back once more. This time the room is spinning and you know that you can’t take anymore stimulation without release. To you delight the vibrator was finally turned off and the buzzing cesed, however your clit was raw. You whimpered when you felt his soft wet muscle. It wasn’t long before he bypassed your nub and his tongue prodded at your quivering hole. It wasn’t for you, Keigo's slender tongue hastily lapped up the mixture of you two. Quickly withdrawing himself before walking over to Dabi. One of his hands caressed his jaw before he brought his lips to meet those of the dark haired man.

Unlike before, Dabi leaned into the kiss with an eagerness. Keigo hand then moved to clutch his still hard dick. He then began to stroke him. You watched dreamily through half lidded eyes, the sight was titillating to say the least. Your eyes dragged over your spent form, knowing that you couldn’t take anymore. Soon thick white ropes were shooting from Dabi’s cock, each one landing on your exposed belly skin leaving a warm aura around them.

“You just came for me fire crotch.” Keigo teased.

“Shut the fuck up.” Dabi said shoving him away before stuffing himself back into his pants. Dabi disappeared into the room emerging with a warm towel.

Keigo left to find you comfy clothes, he came back with a pair of fuzzy shorts and your favorite of his hoodies. While Dabi was cleaning up your face Keigo was untapping the vibrator at last. Once everything was done and you were all cleaned up and changed the boys cuddled into either side of you. Your head was in Dabi’s lap as he gingerly brushed your curls into a bun and your feet were in Keigo's lap and he was playing ‘this little piggy’ with your toes.

It then dawned on you that you had still yet to cum. A deep aching called to you and you whimpered in response.

“Ready for more, eh princess?”