#polyamory day

[cilil]

Today is Polyamory Day!

Our tasks today:

Remind ourselves that polyamorous people should be entitled to the same rights, privileges and government support and protection

Fight for that in the future

Celebrate our poly ships because we also need some fun and joy in the world

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[alpaca-clouds]

A Demon's Touch [Lucanis/Rook/Spite Smut]

The prompt for yesterday's Polyamory Day (@polyamships) was Revival. And... Come on, this was kinda asking for this scene. Because yes, I am definitely finding a way to write a polycule with two people. :P

A Demon's Touch

Fandom: Dragon Age - The Veilguard Shipping: Lucanis/Rook/Spite Genre: Smut & Hurt/Comfort

Against all odds, Rook has returned from the Fade. Lucanis is happy. Of course he is. But he does not know what to do next. Spite meanwhile sure has opinions on the matter.

[samanthahirr]

[luminiferocity]

Alive in New Light (9776 words) by luminiferocity Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond/Madeleine Swann, James Bond/Q/Madeleine Swann, Q & Madeleine Swann Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Madeleine Swann Additional Tags: Polyamory, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Domestic, Slow Burn

Summary: “I don’t want to sleep with you, Madeleine.” She gives him a soft laugh. “Good. I don’t want to sleep with you either, Q.” She tilts her head, and Q can see her considering whether to continue. “But James does, and I think it’s mutual.” + Q finds his place in James and Madeleine’s home, just not the one he expected.

[fortheloveofpiggy]

ALSO HAPPY POLYAMOROUS DAY I LOVE MY WIFE AND HUSBANDS WTF???!! IM SO THANKSFUL FOR THEM AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCJ

I love you flame, zach, and kris <333

[mi6-cafe]

July 14th is Polyamory Day! 

It’s the day for celebrating all of your favorite Bond OT3s, OT4s, and OTmores, whether that’s 00Q00, 00QAD, MI6 Squad poly, Bond/Eve/Q, or any other OT3+ ship.  

Ways to participate:

Post poly headcanons

Draw poly fanart

Write poly ficlets

Make poly meta 

Rec poly-centric fancreations

Create Bond poly-inspired recipes (don’t forget to tag with #mi6caferecipes)

And any other poly-related activities!  

Tag with #007 Fest and we’ll reblog!

[interdreamensional]

[mths3284]

2023年に描いた絵

[quillfulwriter]

Happy poly pride!!

I filtered out the background poly only fics, so these should be just the ones with polyamory front and center.

Fandoms:

Fire Emblem

Dragon Age

Castlevania

Kingdom Hearts

Sherlock Holmes (original work)

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

smutty brainrot part 3...?

you lay spread out on a desk, simon's desk no less, with papers scattered all around you in an attempt to clear the space.

between your spread legs knelt johnny, eagerly lapping up the evidence of your arousal like a man starved.

but your eyes weren't on him, instead they were simon who simply loomed in the corner, eyes roaming your body unashamedly. his mask was rucked up from when johnny pulled him into a kiss not 5 minutes earlier.

when he catches you watching him, the bastard only smirks smugly.

"oh gods," you moan, your eyes shutting in bliss as johnny presses his fingers in.

simon clicks his tongue, making his way over before grasping your chin. "eyes on me, pretty girl," he says, but your body refuses to obey his words.

he clicks his tongue again disapprovingly, gripping slightly harder.

"are you gonna make me repeat myself, love?"

this time you force your eyes open despite the flush of embarassment.

"there we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

somehow even more arousal pools in the pit of your stomach, your mind growing hazy.

"keep talking, l.t, our girl seems to like it," johnny says before delving back in. this time he swirls his tongue around your clit, and your back arches of the table involuntarily.

simon hums, pressing his hand down on your lower belly to keep you in place. that only serves to heighten the pleasure, and you feel yourself rushing towards that peak.

"you're doing so good, love. taking it so well," he murmurs into your ear, and you practically sob in pleasure.

"im close, oh fuck please, im so close," you say with a shudder.

"come on, cum for us pretty girl," simon says, and like a switch flipped you cum immediately, johnny's fingers and tongue helping you ride through your orgasm.

but soon after, it transitions from being 'too good' to 'too much', but johnny was always known for his voracious appetite after all.

you can't even gasp out the words, but simon can read you like the back of his hand.

"that's enough," simon mutters gruffly, a quiet 'tsk' escaping his lips as he grabs johnny by the hair, yanking him away from between your legs.

his eyes are dazed, drunk on the taste of you and your pleasure as he grins goofily.

"so...round two?"

[pommedepersephone]

Happy Polyamory Day! While I am a bit behind on completing this fic for today as planned, I am finishing the last three chapters for Shameful Company now and will have them up in the next few days. Go give the first four chapters a read.

born a stone

First chapter of my Polyship Week 2024 fic, Shameful Company, is now up!

Prompt: Team as Polycule

Words: 1.4K

Rating: Mature

Relationships: James Bond/Q, Q/Original Male Character

“You only came to me after missions. At first, I thought that you saw me as a fringe benefit,” Q admitted. He watched James shift almost imperceptibly as he considered this. “No,” James said, quiet but firm. Q smiled. “No. I realised fairly quickly, or I would not have kept sleeping with you.”

[intricatedemonicrituals]

A List of Films That Don't End in Throuples But Should

What movies do you think I should add to the list?

[luminiferocity]

Alive in New Light (4967 words) by luminiferocity Chapters: 1/2 Rating: Mature Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond/Madeleine Swann, James Bond/Q/Madeleine Swann, Q & Madeleine Swann Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Madeleine Swann Additional Tags: Polyamory, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Domestic, Slow Burn

Summary: “I don’t want to sleep with you, Madeleine.” She gives him a soft laugh. “Good. I don’t want to sleep with you either, Q.” She tilts her head, and Q can see her considering whether to continue. “But James does, and I think it’s mutual.” + Q finds his place in James and Madeleine’s home, just not the one he expected.

[noirsloth]

Kevin is destined to be in polyamory relationship. Either with Neil and Andrew, or with Aaron and Katelyn, or Jean and Jeremy.

[maskofnova]

I missed the parade today so im making up for it drawing the girls and living vicariously through them

[fandomfucker]

can I request a poly!judgement day x fem!reader, where she get stressed out and cooks and bakes as a stress response?

Baker-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve kinda disappeared lately, I’m dealing with a lot of mental issues on top of school and work but I’m jotting down ideas when I can, just don’t expect anything regularly😓

Word Count: 1,383

The sickly sweet smell of vanilla filled the kitchen, spilling out into the rest of the house. The harsh tempo of a metal song reverberated throughout the house, originating from the kitchen. Clanging noises emerged as various cooking utensils clashed against metal bowls. Hurried footsteps paced back and forth on the warm-tiled-floors. 

In the kitchen, pacing in front of the untidy countertops, covered in various spilled ingredients, was Y/n. She cradled a metal mixing bowl to her chest as she used a whisk and beat the dry ingredients laid in the bowl.

Small puffs of powder flew up as the whisk repeatedly hit the side of the bowl, coating Y/n’s ‘Kiss the cook’ apron as well as her face. She blew small streams of air out the corner of her mouth, fluttering strands of hair that had fallen from its updo. 

Her hips swayed gently to the beat of the music, the chilling voice of Spencer Charnas from Ice Nine Kills floated around the room. “Now I’m lost on my own, in search of something real.” She sang along. 

Lately, her partners, all four members of The Judgment Day, had all been on the road for almost a week now and for Y/n, work had been unbelievably stressful, what with the giant company-wide project she’d been leading. And when she’s stressed (which had gotten to be more often than not lately) she bakes. So, her partners had had her own pantry built with every possible ingredient for whatever she wanted, whenever. 

The four members of The Judgment Day were scheduled to return home tonight but their flight had been delayed, prolonging Y/n’s stress baking.

There was already an apple pie and pumpkin brownies baking in the oven, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter. Even though it seemed like an absurd amount of sweets, she knew that whatever she and her partners couldn’t eat or didn’t want would go to either co-workers (the other wrestlers loved her and her diet-breaking-treats) or to some of the neighborhood kids to take home.

Her brows, furrowed in concentration, straightened shot up in excitement as she heard the telltale signs of her favorite song “THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!”. She began bumping along to the rhythm of the metal music. 

“Hey Siri, turn the volume up!” She half-shouted to be heard. The music got louder, now as loud as it could possibly go as Y/n finally began to loosen up. Jumping around the kitchen, mixing her wet and dry ingredients, she paid no mind to anything else around her. Not even the sound of the front door opening as her partners all walked in.

The four of them stood, shocked in a huddle just inside the door as they watched their partner belt out the lyrics to Rhea’s theme song. A favorite partner was never and never would be a thing between the group, however a favorite theme song was totally different. 

Rhea’s baffled expression slowly grew into a smug smirk, as she watched her girlfriend sing and dance along to her song.

It took entirely too long for Y/n to notice that other people had even entered the house, not to mention were right behind her, watching.

“The demon in your dreams, now hear me in your scr-AHHH.” Her timing was impeccable. 

Y/n bent over, one hand on her knee as the other clutched her chest, breathing heavily while her heart raced. “Holy shit, you guys scared me.”

Rhea grinned as she stepped forward, grabbing the back of Y/n’s neck, her fingers gripping her baby hairs, and gently pulling her upright as she kissed her forehead smugly. “Sorry, love.” She laughed.

Y/n all but collapsed against Rhea, laying her head against her chest, wrapping her arms around her waist tightly while Rhea held her waist with one arm, cradling her head in the other, snorting with laughter.

Y/n’s cheeks heated at the laughter, causing her to bury her face even further into Rhea until a beeping noise, one of the several timers Y/n had set, went off. 

Y/n practically threw herself away from Rhea, keeping her head down as she slid on her purple monster oven mitts and grabbed the pumpkin brownies out of the oven, leaving the pie in there for a few more minutes.

The end of Rhea’s song finally came around, much to Y/n’s delight. 

Until she remembered that she’d put the song on repeat to play again and the starting lyric had her partners doubled over in laughter again, much to her chagrin.

Shamefully, she walked over to her phone and took it off of repeat, skipping the song just before she turned off her phone and put it back on the counter.

Only for the next song to play to be Dominik’s theme song.

All four members of the Judgment Day were actively laying on the floor dying with laughter at this point. Finn began coughing uncontrollably in an effort to not throw up while Rhea tried not to piss herself.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n crossed her arms as she watched her partners squirm around on the ground. “Alright, guys. We get it. I like your theme music. Big whup.”

She turned back to the counter, laying out the dough she’d just mixed as she began to knead it against the flour-covered counter.

“Hey,” Damian’s hands gripped her waist from behind as he held her to him. There was still a bit of laughter in his voice but Y/n could tell he meant what he was saying. “We think it’s very endearing, muñeca. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed her temple lovingly as the other three finally peeled themselves up off the floor.

“Aht!” She yelled, almost as a reflex when she swatted Dominik’s wandering hand towards the still cooling cookies on the counter next to her.

His big brown eyes showed the hurt of a kicked puppy as he looked at her in betrayal,

“First of all, all four of you need to take a shower. Then we’re going to have dinner, then you can have a cookie. Okay?” Y/n explained, waddling towards Dominik, Damian’s hands still firm on her waist causing her to drag him along heftily.

Dominik nodded sadly, perking up significantly when Y/n placed her hands on his cheeks, bringing his face up to give him a quick peck on the lips. Sounds of protest came from around the room from the other three who had yet to receive a kiss.

“Hey!” Y/n silenced the four of them, staring into Dom’s big brown eyes. “We can have so many cuddles and kisses after dinner and showers, okay? We’ll watch a movie and have cookies, and brownies,and pie and make-outs. But after.” She bent his head down to kiss his forehead before gently pushing him away.

Prying Damian’s fingers from her waist, Y/n turned around to face him, gently pushing his chest as well in the direction of the stairs, gesturing with her finger for him to go up there.

“Dibs on the master shower! By myself,” Rhea added at the shared lewd looks from the boys.

Y/n laughed at the boys’ obvious pouting but they all made their way past her towards the stairs to use the guest bathroom upstairs, which was really about the same size as the master. 

As Finn passed Y/n, he lightly squeezed her waist and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “Your secret’s safe with us, love.” He laughed.

Y/n just grumbled in response as she went back to her dough. 

Rhea smirked as she got an idea, and walked behind Y/n to get to the stairs. She smacked her ass on the way, grinning wickedly at the gasp that Y/n let out. 

“Rhea!” She exclaimed, trying to contain her laughter as she held her stinging flesh. 

“Sorry, babe! I just couldn’t help myself!” Rhea giddily bounded up the stairs.

A small smile graced Y/n’s features as she went back to her baking. She was still stressed but now that her partners were home, they could help to carry some of the load. She didn’t have to do it alone.