#just poly that shit

[evildeerboy]

“no polyamory at pride” is some chronic no bitches shit. that’s got to be made up. no gay person would say that they’d have no fucking friends

[legendzjagz]

Yes

"Friends with benefits" and the benefit is being my friend :)

[sleyu]

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

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

“they just really like you, puppy”

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

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

[copypastus]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week - Day 3 Secrets (Feyre/Tamlin/Rhysand) @polyacotarweek

I'm weak for 'two enemies put aside their differences coz they love me more than they hate each other' trope and I was somewhat sad that's not where Feyre's love life went. Just think of the possibilities.

[shortkinglogan]

I may be alone in this but I just want Logan to be in a happy relationship with many people.

Wade, Kurt, Kevin, Scott, Jean, Ororo, and Victor (and maybe a spidey) just all sharing Logan healthily and lovingly and no one gets hurt, maybe they group up on occasion, maybe Logan's not always there, but they all agree, gotta protect this self destructive wild man from himself and let him know he is LOVED!

[buttdumplin]

The sweet, lovely poly 141 boys and their Spanish-speaking latine partner.

This was meant to be a quick little thing, but boy did this get away from me lmao. This is the fluffiest shit I've ever indulged in and I love it. Big thank you to @mikichko for inspiring and helping with this!!!

cw: poly 141, gn!reader, latine reader, mexican slang, hint of d/s dynamics in Johnny's word count: 2.1K

Price, god love the man, is the one who seems to stumble the most. It's almost comical, considering the fact that Spanish and Arabic are so similar due to their histories. But there's a big difference between the Spanish he's learned to recognize and what you throw at him on the daily. He truly thinks it's because of his age, window of acquisition and all that. John does not expect to be able to speak fluently with you, but he does at least want to understand you. What he really wants, though, is to make you feel more fully at home with him, and he is forever grateful that you feel comfortable and safe enough with them to embrace all parts of your identity.

"Hola, amor mío. How was your day?" you greet him from the couch, eyeing him from tip to toe and almost whistling at seeing him in uniform. "Sigues rechulo, mi güerito, so I assume all went well?"

John swings down to kiss you, gripping the back of your neck to prolongue the kiss, trying to soak in as much of the affection as he can while also disguising the fact that he still doesn't fully recognize what came after.

"Yours was good too, I trust?"

"Yeah, but my brother called. El güey still con sus pinches mamadas and asking for my help. Aguas, in case he shows up this week."

"I... will keep an eye out, dove."

"Call me si les arma pedo and I'm not around."

He just nods sagely and squishes up against you on the couch, letting your warmth seep into his tired bones.

Later that evening, he rounds up the boys while you're in the shower and pulls out a small notebook where he's written things out phonetically. John may not have all the knowledge he needs, but he sure as hell is good at getting it.

"'Güey,' that's the brother's nickname?"

"No, that's like 'man/guy.' But it's also an insult. But not always," Johnny supplies.

"Fuck me, okay. 'Rechulo' is... I got nothing for that one."

"The 're' is for heavy emphasis, 'chulo' is 'cute/handsome/pretty.' 'Re' can go on practically any adjective," Simon steps in.

"'Aguas' and 'pedo' CANNOT be what they are, right?"

Kyle takes his hand and chuckles, "No, sweetheart. The first is like a warning, the second a fight or scene or scandal. In this context."

John's shoulders finally relax and he lets out a heavy sigh, putting the final touches on his notes of the day.

"Thank you, boys, for your patience and your kindness. And your secrecy," John huffs a little laughter and gives them his sweetest smile, the one where you can see the dimples poking out through the beard.

They all reach over to gently caress him, taking turns kissing the parts of him they can reach.

"Thank you, John, for trying so hard."

~

Beautiful, wonderful Kyle, the delight of a man that he is, is the one giving it as good as he gets. He's the one crooning in your ear, showering you with the most decadent terms of endearment, knowing full well they make your knees much weaker in Spanish. He'll use the advantage every single chance he has, don't doubt that for a second. But truly, it's the soft seclusion of those moments that he cherishes most, when you're looking up at him with big bright eyes, knowing you fully trust him to take care of you.

You're grumbling away as you wash dishes after dinner when Kyle comes up behind you, arms making the way slowly around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder.

"Oh, tesoro mío, look at you working away, working so hard for us."

You refuse to look at him and give a fussy pout. He knows it's your least favorite of the house duties. So much so that you're always willing to do almost anything as long as you don't have to touch wet food.

"It looks like you've done enough, cariño. Come join us in bed."

"No. None of you wanted to trade with me so se aguantan," you try to wiggle and bump his head away from yours.

"Come on, cosa hermosa, we need you with us to settle for the night," he pulls your hands from the water, drying them and turning you towards him.

You immediately bury your face into his chest. Can't look him in the eye, he'll win you over the moment you do.

"So they send in the smooth talker, huh?"

Kyle laughs, clear and bright, and he wraps you back up in his arms, gently cradling your head until you give in and look up at him.

"Or," he says, making you both rock gently, "I'm trying to sneak in a little solo time."

Your body melts against his as the words sink in, big eyes blinking softly up at him, "Besito?"

"As many as you want, mi vida. Until you grow bored of me," and you're letting out a sweet sigh as those soft lips meet yours.

His hands move to bring your body closer to his, to milk this quiet moment for as much contact as possible, to sear it all into his memory.

"You two are awfully quiet out there," Simon calls from the bedroom and it makes you break apart with a little jump.

You hear frantic rustling that has to be Johnny, "Hold on, what happened to doing the dishes!"

A chuckle escapes the two of you, sparkling eyes meeting in the low light from the stove hood. The sound of John huffing to get comfortable floats in from the bedroom.

"Just a minute more, hermosura," he mutters against your hair. "Wanna stay here a bit longer."

"Really liking all those pet names, aren't you?"

Kyle laughs again and gives you a squeeze, "Mean every single one of them."

And you happily linger, not pointing out that you've noticed an endearing pattern of Kyle wrapping up nights in the kitchen with you in his arms and a faint love song echoing down the hall for you two to sway to.

~

Beloved, darling Simon, he hides his own understanding of the language. He understands it nearly perfectly, with just the tiniest margin of error, nothing too big to bring attention to it. Overall, he's able to catch almost everything you mumble. It's not to be sneaky or anything like that, Simon would never do anything to compromise your privacy. It's more that he doesn't quite see the need to verbalize it. To him it's nothing special, no need to make a spectacle. Instead, he lets it seep into his actions, ever the acts of service lover that he is.

You're spread out on the couch, on the phone with your mother, complaining, "Como chingan los del trabajo. Me pidieron un reporte para el viernes y ahora me reclaman que todavía no se los he dado y apenas es miércoles."

There was a tension in your shoulders when you came home from work, he didn't miss that. Caught you jolting to a stop mid-stretch. And as the call goes on longer, Simon picks up on more.

"No he tenido chance de lavar ropa, ni una putisima pijama... Traigo un pinche antojo de mole, pero es un chingo de trabajo y ahorita no le puedo dedicar el tiempo..."

He quietly moves to gather the boys as you continue ranting and pace around the room. You're too caught up in your call to see them forming a massive huddle and their nodding at Simon right as the break and throw their joined hands in the air.

By the time you're off the phone, it's dark out and you notice the house is quieter than usual. You move to look for the boys (they can't have left without telling you, right?) when Simon pops out from the hall, crooked smile you love so much adorning his face, and he simply takes your hand to pull you into the bathroom. A hot bath greets you, some honeyed bath bomb already dissolving in the water and your laptop set up on a bucket besides the bath, your comfort show already pulled up and ready to play. Simon then points to your softest pajamas washed and set out on the counter for you.

"And you'll help me with my lotion too?"

He kisses your forehead, "When do I not?"

"The boys?"

"Setting up dinner. Kyle and I are making your favorite."

You whip around to face him, eyes wide and excited, "With fresh tortillas?"

With a low, affirmative hum Simon pulls you in closer and just holds you. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. But he lends you his strength, which is all he can really hope for. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his arms around you help release the tightness in your body. Letting out your own little hum, you give him a squeeze and he squeezes back harder, crushing you in the way he knows you find comforting. There's a soft devotion in his tenderness with you, an unshakable support in every single thing you do.

"So you gonna undress me too, or...?"

A peal of laughter escapes you as he playfully swats at your butt, "Undress yourself. I've got cooking to do."

A day without hearing your laughter is a day poorly spent to Simon.

He's almost to the door when you pull him back into you, hands tugging on his shirt to bring him down to your height. His own laughter rumbles in his chest as you cover his face in loud kisses, and he stays locked in place. He will for as long as you need him to, never mind his back. If it's gonna go out eventually, he'd rather it go out from his time spent like this.

~

Johnny, bless the boy, is desperate to hear it, to have you address him directly. You speak plenty around the house, on phone calls with friends, talking back at the tv (some shows have been put on temporary bans, or at the very least you're not supposed to watch them alone), at the lovely crooked cat yall adopted. You shower them with pet names with every breath you take. And he loves it all! Loves that you so willingly share so much of yourself with them. But Johnny boy is dying for something specific- "Love, why don't you call me papi?"

When he voices it, it's a complete surprise. Simon and Kyle both laugh so hard so suddenly that they find themselves choking on their own spit. Price himself is caught so off-guard that he fully looks up from the dinner he's prepping in the kitchen, raw chicken slipping out of his hands and plopping back into the flour bowl. You at first laugh it off lightly, thinking it was one of his cutesy jokes he makes to get a giggle out of everyone. That would have made the most sense, honestly. But when he looks away, big blue eyes shining with the softest hint of embarrassment, it sinks in.

You shift in your seat a fraction, "Johnny, I don't even call any of you that in English. You know it's not exactly the same thing, right?"

"I know but the little old lady from the corner shop calls me "papi" and so does the older man who brings the water and other people too and it's always so affectionate and so I thought..."

He spares a glance at you, hoping he hasn't completely overstepped.

"Where did this come from?"

"Ale let it slip last time we grabbed coffee and the joy on Rudy's face was so blinding that I thought maybe we should try it."

"Honey--"

"Please, just once."

"But I--"

"It doesn't have to be a title! It can be soft and casual, no expectations."

"You don't--"

"I promise I'll be good for it."

Oh.

Your gaze meets the other boys' and you all take a good look at your Johnny. At some point during his pleading he brought himself down to kneel in front of you. His broad shoulders are slumped forward in submission, his hands clenched together so tightly his fingertips are completely white. Price nods at you, the other two eagerly nodding along as well.

Leaning forward, you grab him by the jaw, gently bringing his head to rest against your thigh.

Running your fingers through his hair, you utter out a low, "Sweet little thing like you just wants to be good, don't you papi?"

Johnny's eyes glaze over slightly, a shy, dazed smile growing on his face. There's not an ounce of hesitation in him as he nuzzles his face into your thigh, just sweet elation. Pleased grumbles escape the others, making Johnny's smile grow bigger.

You make sure to add it into your regular circulation.

[countfagula]

More fall/winter domestic Ghoul thoughts because my brain won’t stop:

Aether being the first to take care of anyone when they get the flu because they trust him the most.

Mountain making his nest comfortable enough for all his mates needs incase they want to join him while he hibernates.

Dew pulling them to himself once they get back to the abbey either after outside duties or being in town and cranking up his element so he can warm them up.

Rain making sure they’re all wearing their jackets and coats before they head out and buttoning them for those who need help.

Ifirit lighting the large fireplace in the Ghouls den and gathering everyone from the pile being especially careful with Zephyr when helping them in.

Aurora making everyone coffee,tea or hot chocolate depending on their preference and always making sure she’s mindful of everyone’s dietary needs and allergies.

….ill add more later but yeah

[lunarneo]

Poor Neo- "Wait a Second...."

[wickjump]

killer sans but he’s not the first killer on nightmare’s team (canon) however comma dust and horror are already there because they didn’t die when the killer before him died, and new killer doesn’t the way they act around him. like someone they already know. they’d come long before him, as far as he knows. why do they act like he’s the one who knows the way around this castle? like he’s the one who knows anything about nightmare? why do they look like they’re anticipating something when he enters the room, but he just sits down quietly and fiddles with his knife?

[padawansuggest]

Cody: My riduur’s boyfriend is the most annoying man alive but I’d kill anyone to keep him safe. Like yeah, he disrespectful af for blowing Obi-Wan’s back out on date night so ner Jet’ika is sitting sore and reminding me I gotta be gentle with him today, but when we came home from the date Quinlan had cleaned the kitchen and made sure Boga didn’t chew on the couch while we were gone. He even took Anakin on his daily walk!

Fox: …wtf why’s he nice to you??? When I have to deal with Obi-Wan on mine and Quin’s date nights we’ll come home to him trying to eat through our freezer because you weren’t home and he got bored. Skywalker is usually the one tearing up my couch tho…

Cody: idk man I’m just more worthy of respect than you I guess idk idk

Fox: horrible. absolutely horrible.

[steviebunny]

1.

Paris

The revving of motorbikes can be heard along Parisian streets, a woman and her entranced paramour look up as the noise approaches and roars to a stop. The party still thriving behind their secluded bench, the woman looks to the un-invited group in a less than impressed manner, barely suppressing an eye roll as she reverts her attention to the man who still seems more than slightly out of it. 

The first vampire, Armand. A tall man with bronze skin and silken hair that shines under the moonlight leads his coven in stride towards the two, a few rambunctious of his lot snarl behind him. They think they’re scary. How precious. The woman continuous to stare until at the speed in lightning one of his disciples snatched her prey away, tearing into his neck. Armand appears nonplused at the action and speaks to her 

“No solitary vampires may roam in Paris, either you must submit yourself to the coven or take your leave.” 

He stares the woman down trying to enter her mind yet remains incapable. The woman on the bench lets her eyes scan the small crowd,  a few zealots that appear closer to addicts than vampires, with faces painted possibly with lead or arsenic creams, a taller silver-haired one still on his bike with a woman on his back. A dark-skinned man holding a book swaying to the furthest end of the pack away from the commotion, and most interestingly a young girl. 

The Rusalka peers at the leader and announces to the group very calmly

 “That's all well and fine, good thing I’m not a vampire.” then suddenly she hisses at them- all her originally human-looking teeth sharpening to points as her mouth widens giving her an eerily beautiful, terrifying appearance. Her gaze then drops specifically to the young-looking girl and asks within her mind "Are these men keeping you? Should I punish them for it?" The girl, Claudia answers back "This is my coven, I choose to be here…What are you?" The rest of the vampires have shaken off their shock and begin to approach the woman, she drops her face back to normal, brushes her hair over her shoulder, and says 

“The young man you’ve done me the honor of disposing of has an unfortunate tendency of predation on the young children in his care. I’m simply performing a beneficial service but I suppose now I can take my leave.” 

Suddenly she takes off into a sprint and the vampires abandon their mission to follow her, they fail in their attempt as she pounces onto the barrier of the river Seine and plunges herself in. Her body is now unseen in the murky water, all that’s visible is a trace of iridescent color forming what can only be assumed to be a tail. Her escape is much faster that even the vampires can think to swim, almost all the disciples turn back to their coven leader looking for a directive. 

“Do not follow it!” he says grabbing Santiago’s arm as he appears ready to jump in after her, “It claims to not have the dark gift, we know no boundary of how dangerous it may be.”

Louis steps up placing his hand on Claudia’s shoulder “She seemed pretty calm to me, y'all are going to massacre that house anyway what's the harm in letting her take her pick of the lot?”

Celeste scoffs “What ‘arm? The papers are al’readzy reporting on her failure to clean-up. She makes a mess and we ha’ve the repercussions?”

“So we find her again, have a talk about the mess, and hope she responds well. If shes not a vampire what can we do to get her to comply?”

Santiago rips his arm from Armand’s hold “Who’s to say she could survive us? All we know is she has an appetite and too many teeth. I say we use her in a performance and be done with her, maître?”

“We learn is what we’ll do, Sam, Claudia, and I will look through the old texts for any mention of a creature such as it. One that has a face such at it. We understand the danger and then we act. In the meantime should any of you happen to come across her again you return to the théâtre and inform the others.”

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You’ve been traveling as long as you’ve been undead, why stay where you're not wanted, right? Once you got your vengeance on him there really wasn’t a reason to stay around and with the war on no one was worried about a young woman popping up in libraries, and auditing university classes on behalf of her ‘brother, fighting the good fight.’ You didn’t even need to mesmerize the scholars you spent time with, one sob story about writing letters to the front lines so your poor 'brother' could learn all that is possible before the worst occurs was enough to have professors tripping over themselves to please you. From physics in St. Petersburg to literature and art in Italy, and now chemistry in France where you’d spend your time under the mentorship of Madame Marie Curie’s apprentices at Sorbonne University. If I have eternity why not learn everything? Your mantra. And you’d be damned if some vampires interrupting your dinner would stop you. Paris is big, what are the odds you’d see any of them again anyway?

[spiritofpassionfruit]

Gotta love how my favorite poly ships now are

Two of them have not interacted with each other as far as canon tells and the bisexual mess in the middle just went MIA.

They are literally soul bonded you cannot separate them they are wild strays picked up by each other and have taken care of each other for so long they have unintentionally cured each other in the best way they could have done. Where one of them goes, the other two won't be so far off. Where one of them fails, the other two will be there to save them. They made themselves to be each other's home they literally will only choose to die by the hands of the other and for the other until the very end and no one else.

Ethereal beauty 10/10 with markeplier voice alongside the wild rat he picked up on the streets and 'just your normal man with a normal dream'

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I Am Being Held Hostage. Send Help.

w/o text:

[mewobrute]

it was their breakday so they decided to be irresponsible adults, (guess who was fhe most responsible....) (it was cross ofc.)

[poppy-metal]

realistically I'm so far removed in personality from tashi patrick and art would shatter my heart into a million little pieces for being a lovergirl. no chase in sight I fold like wet paper. no mind games because I literally can't help but explode with what I'm feeling at any given moment. the three of them would run me into the ground and wring me dry. a sweetheart would not survive the tumultuous back and forth.

would be great sex, though. mind blowing, even.

[myfamilycrestisthedemonofdeath]

Just kinda thinking about tf 141 men falling in love with you as they hear the song Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. Or maybe the song just helps solidify what they already know, that they love you.

Like, maybe it's playing from a jukebox at a diner or someone is singing it at a pub/bar or maybe it just popped up on a radio at base while you are all resting and decompressing from a mission

And then it's like they really focus in on the lyrics while taking in the sight of you and the rest of the team, each man thinking how lucky it is that they get to see a view like this in this one moment, hoping it will last, grateful for every moment.

~~

I never wanna hear the song outside of my own space because it makes me mourn for something that I don't even know and it makes me want to cry