#poly second years

[the-one-that-weeps]

I find that I only ever tolerate the Great Shibuya Polycule concept if it's portrayed as a remix of their canonical interactions but with certain benefits. For example:

Emu kisses Saki on the cheek as she's heading to practice and minutes later tackles her brother into a hug. The Tenmas are not dating and will never be and the same goes for the other siblings. That doesn't mean Emu can't love them both and equally.

Rui sends Ena a photo. Ena asks how the hell did he get her Nightcord and then puts a heart under a photo of all the second years cosily sleeping in the same bed. After meeting for the first time, Rui doesn't hesitate before kissing her hand like he does with all the other ladies he swoons.

Mizuki always makes sure to send a goodnight kiss to her homies. After a record of 316 consecutive days of goodnight kisses, Akito and Tsukasa sneak into Mizuki's house to see what could've gotten them to forget. Upon finding a disgruntled and miserable Mizuki, they decide to hold them through the night. They kiss each other goodnight irl this time.

Kanade has a minimum of 10 wives. Her 10 wives are in a similar situation.

That's right, all your faves are in a massive qpr.

[wyverncult]

M-M-M-M-M-MAXIM!

[aiden-artsy]

"Perfect pair"

How come they're perfect while I stand on the sidelines trying to fit in the 'perfect category'?

How unfair.

[cerealmonster15]

[prev]

Woagh.... looks like there was a tie.... Let's see what Cater and Vil think of the matter...

Looks like they have this tie handled just fine. But is Idia prepared???

HOOORAAAAAY PEACE AND LOVE TO VILIDIA AND IDIKEI!!!!

Oh, but what do we do now that there's two...

Nevermind, they've got it under control!!

Now, I considered letting both stay for the next poll, BUT my non tumblr buddy gave me an extra vote for cater, which would've technically given him the win, so I'm just gonna keep it simple (for now) and let caycay take the reigns next!!

So, while Vil and Idia are on a break for this round...

[next]

ALSO here's the deleted scene image when I thought vil had won lol

I drew the parts up to the vil/idia kiss and was gonna end it here but then we got that clutch tie!! Anyway I just wanted to show the silly tiny guys lol BYE

[asterismall]

born a kevjerejean lover, enthusiast, and fanatic forced to be a hostage of kevjean vs jerejean discourse…

[kindahoping4forever]

Cashton @ The 5SOS Show Tour - 21 August 2023

[ozimagines]

@thisisjacklynn

Miguel Alvarez Dating Tall!Plus!Sized!Reader Would Include…

Miguel was in mid sentence when he saw you.

You were auditioning for one of his plays, and he got all fumbly and dropped his clipboard.

You do that movie things where you both reach for it.

Miguel, to put it bluntly, is so motherfucking goddamn tired of life

So when something like you comes along and has his heart beating again, he has trouble getting it out of his mind.

It takes him a little before he gets up the courage tho

Like you’ll know he likes you by the time he makes for you and the little awkward conversations you have.

Makes you smile

“Hey, Y/N, right?” He asks with a gravel. You nod.

“I was wondering if you needed anyone to run lines with. Like, just to help you learn, I guess.” He offers.

You get the message.

“Sure, Miguel. Tonight, maybe, if you’re keen?”

He agrees and smiles ear to ear for the rest of the day, a glow on his face.

You meet at some sports bar and talk over drinks and food, Miguel having his stage managing book with all his little notes in the margins, and you take notice. You make a remark about them.

“Kinda didn’t give a shit about anything before. I’m tryna change that.” He gives you a warm smile, and walks you through his shorthand.

“What’s ‘before’?” You ask, and he fills you in on Oz. You sort of give an unenthusiastic “oh”.

He’s a little insecure about his past, mostly he says, because others make him feel that way.

You bond over people trying to make you insecure.

“I don’t give into it very often. You can’t. It’s just that everyone has an opinion. Some people say I’m too this or too that.” You tell him.

“Then some people are idiots.” He states resolutely. “‘Cause for me, you’re beautiful. Enough of anything and everything.”

You blush. He’s good at giving compliments, making you feel as special as you ever had.

“Thanks Miguel.”

“Anytime, baby, you know that.”

Damn, the blushes just kept coming.

“Are we gonna get to see each other again?” He asked towards the end.

“Try and stop us.” You responded with a giggle, and his heart felt so very full.

You change his name in your nine from “Theatre Miguel” to “Mr. McDreamy❤️🫶🔥” and show it to him.

He laughs for solid five minutes.

You’re in his phone as “Gorgeous” and while he pretends that’s what he changed it to, you were never in his phone as anything else.

You take long walks in the mornings, enjoying the world before everyone else is up.

He likes flying under the radar like that. You realize he’s a little more insecure than he lets on.

He just overthinks everything.

He overthinks compliments for you, trying to let you know how beautiful you are without fetishizing it. He knows from experience with racial pillow talk that there’s a difference between “I love your culture” and “I want to fuck the token Latino”, so he knows it’s similar for body size.

That said, he can’t stop himself from telling you. It’s like every time he has those thoughts, he just needs to get them out of his head, even if he looks vulnerable and embarrassed a second after.

He doesn’t think he’s smooth with it but he is

Knocks you on your ass a few times

“Hey. No, nothing’s wrong… I just saw you and… damn… it’s sinful. It’s sinful to be that beautiful and not let me hold you every second of every day.”

He likes being over at your place; it’s way more inviting than his.

You make a joke he might as well move in, but his eyes betray him and light up at the thought, before he turned away, embarrassed.

It’s not long after that you move in together. All those steps that felt like too much just feel easier with Miguel.

Miguel actually likes dating someone taller than he is. Something about your height makes him feel protected, like looking up at a caregiver when you’re young.

He doesn’t feel safe everywhere, so when he realizes that he can be vulnerable in front of you he nearly cries. He tries to be strong in front of you but it’s so hard sometimes. So hard trying to have it all together.

That’s the hardest part for him. He still feels like it’s his job to protect you and he’s never felt strong enough. Not to protect himself or anyone else.

You both work through these feelings together, agreeing that you’ll take turns protecting each other in whatever that means at the time.

You make friends with his mother, learning how to cook the things he liked and take care of him when he’s sick.

He likes putting his head on your chest and feeling your heartbeat. Calms him more than anything. Even does it standing up.

He’s probably a beast at oral, getting you into a comfortable position and then plunging down with all the skills he’d learned from past girlfriends.

He can tell when you’re feeling insecure. It isn’t all the time, but every now and then people get in your head.

He’s a German shepherd boyfriend, very militantly protective but he’ll also not leave your side to go kick someone’s ass. He’ll make sure you’re okay first, and then go kick the person’s ass, but you’ll never get lost in the shuffle.

Calls XL sizes Xtra Lovely and makes that same stupid joke every time you go shopping together.

You must laugh every time. 😂

Loves dancing with you. He’s just got that way of looking at you that makes your insides turn to jelly.

“C’mere. No, seriously, c’mere, you’re driving me nuts sitting all the way over there.”

When you’re sitting so close to him you’re practically in his lap, he’s finally satisfied.

He gets that goofy smile whenever you’re near. Like, his cheeks will get all dimply and his eyes will light up.

He loves winking at you from across the room when you’re doing mundane basic shit.

He’ll just catch your gaze and pop a wink and you’re suddenly having a hard time stringing two thoughts together.

It makes him chuckle every time.

He knows he’s a pretty boy but it always boosts his ego to be able to make you blush.

His chest just sort of swells and he struts the rest of the day.

You’re deliriously happy together. And you never feel like you’re too much of anything around Miguel.

[kidshowsarecool]

I watching RCP at a party to get away from people and a little kid watched with me since his parents wanted him to chill out a bit. (he didn’t know about season 5 and we watched the special together). He liked it. He thought Poli’s voice sounded really weird though

I did show him my picture of Jason.

The Kid: Why he is so old? He looks old.

It was kinda funny ngl

[dorkousloris]

its the final week of this month, so might as well finally make a art summary of the year! ✌ template i reused from @/necromosss on twitter sdgshdg

previous art summaries ( 2013-2022 )

my thoughts on my own art:

the most proudest moment for me is just managing to get the vibes i want in a way i couldn't do in the past, the way i do my colorings, the way i do body languages (when i try) and expressions, and hands!

but most of all, its... really nice to have my own style that screams "me", i still have a lot to learn like. drawing angular shapes, more background stuff, try to keep making dynamic poses the best i can, and more. but.

over all, i think im happy with this art style, its mine and mine alone. i.. dont really need to have a realistic style or too cartoon style, the balance between it strikes better and fits me the most. i still enjoy everyones amazing styles and theyre, once more, the art inspirations and my reasoning to keep drawing. not just improving but to enjoy my arts, and sharing with others because hey! i made a thing!

...and most important of all, this is my space, all i ever want was to just have fun, go crazy with my love for the ships i enjoy, and and just. keep drawing!

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Fwb has his work cut out for him.

Glad you found someone who matches with you so well. Hope it builds into something awesome 🥰

You're not wrong! And I'd like to hope for that something awesome in the future lol but honestly kinda worried that my insatiable horniness might eventually tire him out or scare him off 😬 he's still dating other people and currently fucking at least one of them, after all. What if my libido is too much of a drain or an inconvenience? All I can do is be honest about what I want and go from there, I guess.

[seijohsorbet]

fic!!

GUYS I'M SOO PROUD OF MYSELF THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I'VE EVER WROTE!!! yes it's another Ennodaisugaashi But i am gonna mix it up soon (like a few weeks soon!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64388815 Go check out plss lol, if you like don't forget to hit that kudos button and write a comment lol.

[52frogs]

Spider-Man (Raimi) | Mr. Brightside (The Killers)

[auroras-void]

God I am fucking pathetic...

My friend: has explicitly turned me down, twice (long story), and I was like "ya yk what I think I'm finally over her, I don't need to think about this again"

*is fine for like month*

Then:

*One particularly lovely phonecall with her and two cute selfies from her in the groupchat later*

"god fucking damn it"

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Happily Ever After by Maeglin_Yedi Pairing: Harry/Ginny/Luna Rating: M Word Count: 1k Podfic available here Read by: Maeglin_Yedi Length: 10-30 minutes The Ministry passes a Marriage Law. The students of Hogwarts have a few things to say about that.

[mini-faust]

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[thistle-wrote]

Husbands

cw: established poly relationship, anal, vaginal sex. Authors note: for the first time in my life, I get to give one of those ridiculous notes to preface my fic. as I was writing this my house was swarmed with BEES so I'm sorry if it's bad lmfao. John Price X Simon Ghost Riley X Reader.

“John?” John glanced over at you, his focus mostly on the newspaper in his hand.

“Yes, princess?” 

“Love, why is Simon in the guest bed?” You question him, you weren’t upset by any means, truth be told you love it when Simon comes over, even more when he stays for a while it’s just when John crawled into your bed last night he hadn’t mentioned Simon was with him.

“Probably because he’s tired.” John said not looking up from the paper, it was the kind of plain, dry statement you usually got from your otherwise adoring husband. You met his gaze with a rather unamused expression, a silent demand for an actual answer.

“Needed some love from baby girl, that's all, we had a rough go round this time.” He states, leaning back farther into his recliner. You watch him as he gives a slight wince at the pain in his side. You hate that. John was clearly feeling as though that statement was enough of an explanation, and for the most part, it was.

You understood little of your husband’s job beyond the simple and watered down explanations he gives when he comes back from missions, still, you understood enough to know they needed extra love and care for a while afterwards, Simon is no different except for the fact he’s easier to deal with.

You make your way down the hallway, feeling the soft new carpet that you begged John for beneath your feet, muffling your steps. You open the door to the guest bedroom to find Simon sprawled out on the small bed.

“Si?”  You cautiously speak, you know for a fact he is not sleeping, the man rarely sleeps as is but definitely not in a bed two sizes too small and especially not after going through God knows what.

“Honey.” You probe again, walking now fully into the room and sitting down on the white crinkly duvet next to where he’s lying. His eyes are open but still, you get no response, you look him over noticing the new cut on his cheek, the facial hair he hasn’t bothered to shave yet, the bags under his eyes, the way his blonde hair sticks up in every direction from tossing and turning all night.

You never have loved the way he looks after a mission, always worse off than John, you know that John just hides it better but you worry for them both.

“Gotta tell me what you need, baby boy.” You mutter trying not to let the worry in your face show while brushing your fingers along the curve of his cheek, feeling the rough stubble that he will no doubt shave within a few days. He looks up at you, for a brief moment you can see the relaxed expression, like for a second he forgot about everything, everything but you. 

“I’m hungry.” A soft smile finds its way to your face. You lean down to place a soft kiss to his chapped lips.

“I’ll make you something.” 

As you cook you think of Simon, of John, you think of how lucky you are to not only have an amazing husband but to have the man in your guest bedroom. John doesn’t say it enough and Simon won’t ever admit it but the three of you have found a rhythm, this is Simon’s home as much as it was yours and John’s. It’s better when he’s home.

“Cookin’?” John asks after a few minutes, walking halfway into the kitchen and leaning onto the door frame.

“Yes.” You respond softly looking up with a smile, where John and Simon differ is mostly in the way that they treat you, neither one bad or wrong but different. John saw you, his little wife, as some sort of angel; he’s told you as much. He never asks or demands anything of you. You don’t work; you only cook or clean out of your own volition. To him, you’re more of a precious artifact that can’t be tampered with.

Simon is different, he’s a little more closed off, so you need a more aggressive approach, he’s learned over the years that your demands for him to tell exactly what he wants will be met with not hostility, but a soft hand and a loving voice, doing for him exactly what he needs. You’re sure that John wanted breakfast just as much as Simon did, but John would never ask for it.

As you cook, John remains in the kitchen, not speaking, but there’s a quiet understanding between the two of you, it’s comfortable, loving, and warm despite John’s current condition he wants to be in your presence.

After a long stretch of comfortable silence, you speak again. “Simon looks like he hasn’t slept in a week.” You mutter. You know that despite him not always behaving like he does, John cares as much for Simon as you do. Simon and John have a relationship that is difficult to explain, not only in how John allows him into both your home and marital bed. But also, how John relies on Simon to take care of you when he can’t, to meet you at the petrol station to fill your tank when he’s closer, to call and check on you when his phone dies. John expects Simon to have the same kind of care for you as he does.

“He hasn’t.” John’s simple statement makes you stand on edge a little, you love Simon, John knows that. You know when they are gone doing things that they won’t explain to you, Simon has John to look out for him, but they are men. A pat on the back from John does not have the same effect that a tender embrace or a home cooked meal does.

Once the simple meal of toast, eggs, and sausage was cooked, you made John a plate, sitting in front of him with a small clink of ceramic against the granite island. He smiled, a wordless “thank you.“ as you made Simon a plate carrying it with you to the guest bedroom.

You didn’t bother with a knock when you entered the bedroom. You set the plate on the nightstand, then sat in the same spot you had previously.

“Sit up, love.” It’s a demand, a loving demand, but a demand, nonetheless. He does as requested.  You never wish for Simon to be wearing a shirt, but at this moment, seeing the bruise along his torso and the bandage on his arm, makes you almost wish he were wearing one. Your incessant need to mother your men at war with your desire to focus only on what you could control; you could control breakfast.

“Here.” You hum, placing the plate on his lap. His tired eyes find yours. As Simon eats, you don’t move, you just chatter, talking to him, as though he were responding you watch his silent nods as he shovels food into his mouth as if he would never get to eat again.  As Simon finished his plate you began to pick it up, taking it to clean when you felt a big rough hand wrap around your wrist.

“Don’t go.” His deep voice echoed through the room, not loud, or demanding but a clear plea. You nodded, understanding what he needed in that moment was not breakfast in bed or space but rather just your presence. 

You move over the bed, making a mental note to buy him a bigger bed for the guest bedroom since he’s the only one who stays in it. You cautiously curl up into his side, pushing your legs beneath the covers to intertwine them with his own. Simon wrapped his arms around you and sighed deeply.

It was a satisfied sigh. You let the large man manhandle you, allowing him to pull you where he sees fit with your head now resting against the inside of his shoulder and your fingers grazing along his tummy. He speaks finally for the first time without you prompting him to do so. “Missed you.” It’s quiet like a confession he doesn’t feel he’s allowed to make.

“I missed you too, baby.”  You don’t hold the same reservation about voicing your adoration for the man curled up next to you. A soft kiss grazed your lips as he pulled you further into his chest.

“Love you.” he murmured against your lips, your want to say it back was stopped by his mouth, continuing to move against yours, holding your arm, as if he feared you trying to pull away. Things with Simon have always been silent, actions rather than words. While he is silent, you are fully aware he is asking for something in the way his hands wandered from your arm to the small of your back, to your ass. 

A desperation to be close, close where your bodies can meld together. When his lips moved from yours to your neck you let out an involuntary little whine. His soft, loving kisses, turned into something more, an outlet.

“Si.” You whine out. He, despite being tired and drained from the past month, let out a laugh and an almost condescending chuckle, sure the sweet boy had been waiting for soft kisses and breakfast in bed, getting to cuddle with the captain’s missus but he was hungry and not for food.

You let out a little gasp when his hand slipped down the front of your leggings. “Si.” You repeated it again this time, breathless, longing.  He let out a groan when his fingers swept between your folds.

“There’s my girl.”  He said, his fingers gliding along your slick sex. You had no words left, no protests either. Already the world around you grew hazy, and before you knew what happened, your T-shirt and leggings were in a heap on the floor.

Simon took his time watching, touching, kissing. He drew orgasm after orgasm from your body with just the deep plunge of his fingers.

“Well, that’s a pretty sight.”  A deep voice hummed from the doorway. Normally, you would acknowledge the presence of your husband but the way your lover was working his fingers into you could make even the smartest of women feel dumb.

Simon didn’t respond, just glanced over through his dilated pupils, merely continuing as John crossed the bedroom sitting down on the duvet.  For a moment you thought he would just watch His lieutenant pull sweat noises from your lips, but you believed you may have seen God when his thumb made contact with your clit.

“Give us another, pretty girl.”  You weren’t sure in that moment exactly who the words came from; you were unable to respond. All you knew was that the words were being spoken to you. 

And you did, not that you could help it. It was almost instantaneous, the way your body tensed before releasing. You drenched Simon’s torso, you didn’t even realize what you’d done at first, you squirt so rarely.  Once their hands came to a halt, you blinked you opened your eyes. Embarrassment worked its way onto your already pink cheeks.

“I’m s…” Your apologies were instantly cut off. “Shut up.” The words weren’t mean despite the quickness and aggression in them. It wasn’t mean, it was desperate. Shirts were ripped off, pants unzipped. While you lay there heaving and trying to come down from your high.

There was zero protest from you when you were lifted from your spot on the bed. You were pulled to lay on top of Simon‘s chest. Even in your limp and already fucked out state, you had half of mind to protest simply because of his bruise. The words died in your throat though, as your husband knelt in front of you.

“Be good okay, Pretty?” John said, positioning your legs, pushing your knees against your shoulders as Simon held the underneath of your thighs. You nodded, both men seemingly took that as their go ahead.

Simon pushed himself into you, a sensation you had gotten used to throughout the years. He was big, but he likes your ass, so it’s not an abnormal feeling either. You whine and wiggle a little at first, but as he settles, your body got used to the stretch, as you tipped your head back John too, began nudging your wet hole with the reddened, hard tip of his cock.

John, however, did not give you the same consideration as Simon, there was no time to get used to the stretch. He plunged himself to the hilt, touching your cervix. In an instant it was as if everyone let out a sigh of relief, like this, despite the responsibilities and lives of every person, was exactly where they were all meant to be.

Both of your men began moving, each at their own pace. Each grunting and groaning. You don’t believe in heaven, it has always seemed an abstract concept. But this? This has to be it.

As they both rutted into you, you whined. “Don’t start crying on me now, princess.” John’s deep voice commanded. You obey as best you can. Simon squeezes on your thigh as he continues his relentless pace. The huffing and gripping onto his arms is all you can do to keep from screaming in pleasure.

They each continue with rapidly increasing speeds, speaking filthy things to you as they near their individual climaxes. “Milkin’ me fokin’ dry.”  The first words from Simon’s mouth in a while, an indication of just how close he was. 

John was not far off, his breathing was rapid, his grip on your knees nearing on painful. His strokes got harder, rougher. Then all at once you could feel him snap, you could feel the warmth of him spilling into you. His pace slowed as he rode out his orgasm.

Simon did not stop. Soon his pace too slowed as he filled you up with him. 

You all lay there for a moment, no one speaking. Just breathing in the comfortable, love filled space. You always know exactly what to do to give them the little TLC they need.

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