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Disclaimer: This is fiction. This is not real, and I do not know the boys. It is all made up, and I am not implying the boys act the way they do in my stories, in real life, or would do the things in my stories. this is all just for fun! it is fiction!

Warnings: 18+, smut, polyandrous relationship (so yes, there is some angst and discourse with navigating the challenges of a shifting relationship), gangbang, threesome, foursome, voyeurism, double penetration- pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!masturbating, male!receiving, fem!receiving, creampies, "sloppy seconds" (oops), masks, slight choking, swearing, photos taken, nicknames: princess, pretty girl, good girl), jealousy, alcohol, smoking, edibles.

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[bleedingichorhearts]

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You want multiple yandere knights absolutely cuddling you to sleep. I can provide.

That has unlocked something in my brain I didn't know was there. Please can you provide me this.

“Hehe, so cuddling with yandere knight’s for you, huh? Oh, how devoted they are to you. “Sir Knight” will be used as a title for the Knight’s. Would you prefer an named character?” - Ichor.

Summary - “You are being accompanied by some knights. One is getting cuddly, and then all are.”

TW // Yandere.

You haven’t expected to be in the middle of a cuddle pile of Knight’s. You would have thought they would be too prideful or mighty for that, maybe would have denied you of such a thing, but no. They encouraged it. Swindled you into it. Pulling you down into their armored chest, or at least one of their armored chests before the others would notice.

“Sir Knight?” You question the armored male behind you. Their armor lightly digging into your backside as armor is not the most comfortable thing to lay back upon. “Are you alright?”

They respond with a tried-like hum. Their helmets gently nuzzling into the back of your neck. Their gauntlets sliding over your curves and slotting themselves on your lower stomach. Being bold enough to such a being like you. “Fine… just starved.”

“Starved?” You repeat his words, rising your brows at him. Shifting a bit to be at a more comfortable angle where his armor wasn’t actively curving into your back. “Didn’t you just eat, Sir Knight?”

“I did.” He simply reply’s. His gauntlets softly thumbing at you before dragging you down with him. Exciting a surprised yelp from you while both of your bodies are laid on the blanketed ground. You on top and him on the bottom. Your form twisted a bit as your hands stabilize yourself between his helmet. The glow of his eye looking up at you with something that sends a tingle down your spine. “A knights hunger can be… limitless.”

“Limitless?” You question him again, adjusting yourself on top of him. Your form moving to straddle him properly. Hands moving to the cold metal of his chest-piece to stabilize yourself a bit more comfortably. “I do suppose you all burn it all off after a moments rest.”

“…Yes…we do.” He paused with his words at first before seemingly agreeing with you. Sighing out in content. His armored form relaxing slightly before it was ruined in a second. His form quickly rising up and hugging you close, a squeak leaving you as you're pressed closely to his chest.

“My lady! We heard you- oh.” A group of knight's rush and stand at the ready. Their gauntlets on the pommel of their swords. Ready to slash someone at a moment’s notice. Everyone looking incredibly tense before a knight that was more of a teaser of the group laughs.

“My! I didn’t know it was cuddling time- Ow!”

The sound of metal thunking upon metal echos through out the area. A quiet snort leaving your lips, amused of this situation as these knights have been rather… overprotective of you. You walk anywhere that’s not within their sight? Consider yourself getting practically grouped up on. It scares the people away, but you don’t really mind too much. It was hard enough trying to equalize your attention between 3, much less 12 knights. Any random people? Now that was just too much to add.

“Silly knights.” You smile at them, and something within them flutters. Their forms relaxing slightly at your words. Some grumbling about them, and others simply accepting, but they still have this weird fluttery feeling inside of their chest. “You really think I would be in danger with all of you around?”

“You praise us highly.” Another comments, sighing out. His form moving forward out of the group to settle on the ground next to you on the original knights lap. Both of them sending some telepathic message to one another with their eyes. The original knights moving his gauntlets back down from hugging you to settle on your waist this time. Gathering the keen attention of the others to that particular area upon you. “Perhaps too highly.”

You should have caught that weird tone he had but you chose to focus on being… kind. Your body shifting on top of the original knights lap again while the others decided to come and sit around too. Each one of them eyeing each other beneath their helmets as they settle themselves on the ground too.

“Ah, then what kind of lady would I be?” You question all of them, tilting your head. Unaware of their hidden protectiveness that goes beyond than just overprotectiveness. “One that doesn’t like her knights?”

“…Perhaps…” The original knight responds, his grip tightening a bit on you. Keeping you upon him. “Do you… like us, my lady?”

“Of course!” It was a question you didn’t even think of, clearly, or else you would have noticed their… ways. You would have seen the dried splattered blood upon their cloaks and swords, and heard the word of a few missing people you have gotten to know well of. “Unless you give me a reason not to.”

“Hmm, no.” The knight squeezes at you again before laying back down with you on top once more. A few of the other knights shifting closer, brushing up one another with a soft click of metal in order to get their own touch on you. Their own gauntlets settling gently on you or as close as possible. Some looking like they were in some awkward positions, and some even allowing some cross touching. Their armored forms overlapping. It was almost like some sort of snake ball but with knights.

“That is good.” You nod, slowing snuggling into the knight below you. Your hands extending out to hold some of the knight's own gauntlets, and admittedly? It may look and feel awkward at first, but it was rather cozy they more you and the knights themselves get used to it. The combined body heat escaping their armor acting like some sort of heating pad to you. “You better have a valid reason if you do eventually have one.”

You hand feel their gauntlets tighten on you in response. Squeezing you slightly while you're relishing in the comforting heat they were providing. Some of them getting bold enough to even lay their helmets upon your back, and soon enough? You were in a doze, and the knights? In a trance. They were lucky to have a bit oblivious yet loving lady within their ranks. They hope you would allow them to become something... more, but until then? You're affectionate and praising words shall tempt them.

[zuko-always-lies]

Historically Accurate Polyamory and ATLA?

One thing that's inexplicably on my mind right now is that East Asian royal families were generally historically polygamous, so if you wanted to have Azula or Zuko or King Kuei or some other Fire Nation or Earth Kingdom royal or noble take multiple partners, that would actually be reasonably historically accurate. It seems like the Fire Nation royalty has avoided polygamy in recent decades (or you would expect the royal family to be much, much bigger), but isn't the point at the end of the series that they are supposed to return to old ways?

Interestingly, some of this applies to the Water Tribes as well. Although I don't know nearly as much about this subject as I know about East Asian royalty and I don't want to say anything too confidentially, I know some Inuit groups sometimes practiced polygamy. I also know that some groups sometimes practiced "spouse exchanges" where two couples would temporarily exchange spouses in order to create fictive kinship between them. Although the SWT is not identical to historical Inuit groups and the NWT in particular seems very, very different with it's city and state, I think you could definitely justify polyamory being in the tradition of both Water Tribes.

While the Earth Kingdom, the Fire Nation, and the Water Tribes might have traditions of polygyny (where one man marries multiple women), the Air Nomads might have a very different traditions. They are inspired at least in part by Tibetan Buddhism, and Tibet has it's own traditions of plural marriage. Historically, the most common type was fraternal polyandry, in which two or more brothers would take the same wife. However, apparently polygyny, conjoint marriages, and of course monogamous marriages were also historically acceptable in Tibetan society. Of course, there were specific economic reasons why fraternal polyandry made sense in Tibet, which might not apply to the Air Nomads and we really don't get a sense of how their marriages and family life might look like, but it's another reminder not to force their culture into "Western marriage norms, circa 2007."

With all the various forms of plural marriage that would theoretically be culturally appropriate, I think you can culturally justify just about any form of polyamory you are interested in writing.

[und3rcoverchaos]

My boyfriends car broke down at a light today. The battery died completely, it couldn't even he jumped. My husband and I drove out, and he took him to get a new battery while I waited with the car. Then they installed it together.

It's moments like these that I see the future together. I'm a hinge partner, meaning there's no romantic thread between them (they are both heterosexual men), but they are both in relationships with me. It makes the concept of a life with all three of us a little more complicated, especially since they are both monogamous to me. But today was one of those wonderful examples of their building friendship and how they are coming to appreciate each other.

Afterward, my boyfriend told us how lucky he is to have us both. My husband told me how lucky they both are to have me. I told them how lucky I feel. How did we all get so lucky?

His car is fixed, just in time for the festival we are going to this weekend. Lucky, indeed.

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

Chapters: 10/12

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Violet Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington Characters: Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Daphne Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Jack Featherington, Prudence Featherington, Philippa Featherington Additional Tags: Depression, References to Depression, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Reverse Harem, Polyandry, No Incest, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Setting with Females Able to Inherit All Traditionally Male Titles, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Age Difference, Exhibitionism, Slight Character Study, Penelope Featherington Needs a Hug, Penelope Featherington Growth, Protective Anthony Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton Needs A Hug, Supportive Benedict Bridgerton, Protective Benedict Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton Doing Emotional Labor, Benedict Bridgerton Needs a Hug, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Masturbation, Sex, Oral Sex Summary:

“I never said I was an easy teacher. I will challenge you. I will push you. But I will help you be great.”

Something about the way he said those words awoke something inside her. A desire, a need, to prove people wrong. To prove to her mother and sisters that she could turn the estate around and support all of them despite the fact they wouldn’t lift a finger to help her. To prove the plethora of men who dominated the House of Lords wrong, because she knew they would take one look at her and assume she’d be weak because she was a woman.

But, crucially, to prove herself wrong. To squash her self-doubt and succeed where she believed she would fail.

____

Due to a new law and a surprise will and testament, Penelope inherits her father's title as Baron on his death. Terrified and lacking in confidence, she is surprised when Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and his brother, Benedict, offer to help her take the title, claw her family out of debt, and become a powerful, flourishing figure.

The three of them have no idea what this deal will set in motion.

Source: archiveofourown.org

[themotherofrevelation]

What does that mean? I know people speak of sex with women turning men into gods are you saying that is how it should be? Women having their own god while still creating gods

Abundant male service (Shiva excellence) and female nirvāṇa/fulfillment (Shakti essence) foster the evolution of humanity. In erotic union, the Shakti-womban heals/transfigures gentleman. Womban’s erotic prāṇa is gentleman’s wellness. Initiation is the rare rite of deliverance.

[stevieseven6]

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

I am inspired!

Okay. After my school semester is ends. I want to make another series. Encanto universe. Older and legal age Camilo Madrigal x Reader x Younger Bruno.

Camilo and Bruno both love you. You are newly married to Bruno.

Camilo is jealous and uses his shape shifting powers to pretend to be Bruno. He has sex with you from time to time.

One day, you are pregnant!

Camilo thinks you are pregnant with his child and Bruno feels the same way.

What do you think?

I love polyandry

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Apologies, a remake of chapter III. Did not like the direction it was going.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: The mini marines are wanting out of this… Slaanesh house, but worry about you.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Sex Themes(Moaning), Sleep Deprivation.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter II} • {Chapter IV}

To work and take care of the Space Marines entrusted in your care is a lot more work than one might realize. There is a lot to it than just trusting everything will be done, fine and dandy, no. You had to make sure the little Space Marine were fed their healthy amount of being smaller than usual. You had to make sure they were always in high places, just in case they got stepped on as some people just don’t know how to look down where they step, and their… the rather high entertainment level is different with each one of them.

Saveth, the little Night Lord (Who gets adorably upset at you for calling him that. Trying to sever your fingers off as you would pin him to a surface with your hand and shake him, a yowl escaping him.) Needs a good fair share of tricks to pull and things to keep his talon-like gauntlets sharp and… ready. He really isn’t the type to sit still for others or himself, he gets rather impatient at times. Something you conclude that he is just a young Scout. Always hungry for a fraction of adrenaline unlike the more experienced ones you have seen around, lurking slowly in the shadows, ready to strike anything that opposes their bond.

Yet, Saveths’ main thing? To annoy Sarvak, his prime victim in many, many of his games, but you know better than to blame a World Eater for a Night Lords actions. Even from the start, it is quite obvious who is doing what and who should be getting the timeout box. Which Saveth has the highest record so far in the box. Something you feel like he takes a challenge to each time he gets put in the dastardly box. Screeching the loudest in his temporary confinement until your constricting heart can’t take it anymore and you pluck him out of the box; letting him rest on top of your head to redeem yourself to him.

Scarab, the tiny and blue Thousand Son needs to have many books in front of him or he gets antsy: restless. He needs to have something to occupy his mind while you are gone without him snuggling into your pockets, seeing the world from a different height and view. He’ll get more and more… worried and fidgety the more hours, minutes and seconds he thinks about you and where you might have gone and done, but he trusts that you return safely to them like you always have.

The little blue always grows agitated however: clawing up the pages his books subconsciously, staring “mindlessly” into some walls and becomes quite the loner after some time left alone, (which you think this little blue maybe a Liberian or an Apothecary depending on his head shakes of disappointment.) Just like Sarvak, but he isn’t as bad as the poor raging ball of red. He keeps his emotions really well maintained compared to the rest of them with him just coming behind Atheloca who comes in first for being the calmest out of all of them. A rarity for a Death Guard to be calmer than him: a Thousand Son of calculated thoughts.

Atheloca, the stink beetle likes to… wander too close to the garbage of your home, maybe, sometimes rummaging in it. Though, it’s nothing too erratic like Saveth or Sarvak, but he just can be a really stinky little dude when he’s getting into areas one would not like to be, and he absolutely avoids hygiene the best he can: slowly dogging your hands the best he can with a low, pleading warble coming out of him.

He doesn’t want a- a bath! It feels weird on his armor! Makes him all sparkly, like he’s preparing to go to a high-end event like a loyal Ultramarine! Yet his attempts to try and persuade you and his bandmates are futile, and he always ends up smelling like a fresh field of flowers after a rather relaxing intoxicating hot bath. He won’t admit it that he’s starting to like your baths you give him, but you do notice the… obedient changes each time you give him one. Which makes you think his position might be one of a battle-brother or of a scout too.

Finally, Sarvak, the blurred ball of raging red, needs something to keep his rage in check and is the most… disruptive one out of the bunch, but he doesn’t mean to! You know he doesn’t mean to absolutely destroy the underside of your couch or scratch at the bottom of your bed and cabinets, it just how the Butcher's Nails affect him, and he usually apologizes after his brief rundown of his session of aggravation: purring and nuzzling into your neck or the palm of your hand with a small, almost whine-like coo coming out of him as you try and reassure him that it’s not anything unfixable, nor important.

However, there are two things that trigger him the most wherever he may go, and one is an already known bandmate: Saveth. Poor Sarvak gets targeted the most by the tiny Night Lord; being picked on by the insufferable creature of the shadows. Always getting teased, and poked by his bandmate, testing his will, and he swears upon Khorne he will show the lower ranking Night Lord “what’s up” (a saying he has learned from Sharons’ whore of her male mates) once he has grown back into the prime of his body. He is not in his full potential in this sickly, smaller form of himself, and that puts him on the edge. He can’t protect himself as easily as he wants to.

The second thing that triggers him the most is of course: The Butcher's Nails, and it doesn’t help that it’s also influenced by his conflicting emotions. It doesn't help that he thinks so much, but at the same time he feels like he thinks so little, it’s frustrating and infuriating. Why can’t he just think clearly for once? Without the pain of the nails digging into his head, obstructing some of the vital thoughts he has? That he needs to think about. Though, with the more logical thinking he does it enrages him even more than what he already was or has been. The only days (or hours) when he was able to think is when he was with you, his… caretaker? Protector? Serf? He is unsure of what you are to him, but he knows he wouldn’t mind you being his serf. Your presence is more… welcoming and calming of that of the brat of a Night Lord.

Speaking of your presence, he can smell your scent before you have even reached the front door of the house. The keys to the house juggling the dead-bolt lock on the door, making Saveth crawl out from his spot from hiding underneath a decorative pillow on the long sofa and up on the back of it with him. Curious and eager for your return, and the rest of them cannot lie, they also have been absolutely praying and swearing for your return like a Word Bearer or a Black Templar for a damn morning prayer. They all had enough of this… unnatural screeching and thumping coming from Sharons’ selection of the nest.

Don’t get them wrong, they know what she is doing up in there. That part is pretty obvious, but they haven’t expected her to be so loud about it and sound like a high-pitched Tyranid being fucked itself. It’s definitely a haunting noise they would hear for a long period of time, and they really wished they hadn’t. It was so foul, they have even thought about destroying their eardrums just enough so they could regenerate, but they didn’t want you to get in trouble for their insolence. You’re the only one that has their trust the most and could save them from this… house of Slaanesh.

A sigh escapes you as you finally open the front door and close it behind you. Your hand throwing your keys on top of a small, end table near the door as you prepare yourself to take off your shoes. Your hand stabilizing yourself on the corridor wall as you grunt to untie your shoes first, Scarab and Atheloca climbing up the back of the sofa to join him as well to look at you through the dark.

You seem more… shakier than usual. Your hand vibrates as you pull off your first shoe before switching your balance to get your other one. Which you also had trouble trying to stabilize yourself on just your own two feet, and this worries the group about your own health. They cannot have someone whom they trust to be so… vulnerable just like them, especially in this house of ungodly horrors. It just doesn’t feel right.

Saveth attempts to call for your attention. All of them watching as you pause for a second, slowly processing who was calling for you over the sound of pleasured? screeching. The silhouette of your head tilting, questioning what that sound was before you even recognized the little Night Lords call.

“Saveth?” You call back, the form of your body straightening back up, standing on your two feet as you make your way into the living room. Another call leaving Saveth, trying to direct you more through the dark with just his voice and chips before you… apologize to them? Mumbling your words before you just snatch them up in your arms, and take them away to your room?

Your sudden actions definitely have them confused, but they are not complaining about it, just more curious, worried and surprisingly calm about being unwillingly grabbed and being smacked together in your arms. Your presence brings them a certain relaxation to them, but they still can’t help but to be worried about you. You usually never mumble your words or just boldly pick them up. You were mostly kind to them and asked for their consent beforehand, only needing to be more daring to put them in a “timeout box” when they became more… aggressive.

They shift in your arms when you just plot yourself down onto your bed and lean to your side with a bounce as you don’t even bother to change into anything else. Your nose nuzzling into your pillow while you curl around them with your body the best you could. Your fingers subconsciously petting at their armor as they make cute, little confusing sounds up at you. Trying to gain your attention, but it seems you just don’t have enough energy to move besides slowly stroking at them with a finger.

They definitely didn’t take this sudden… depletion in your energy lightly. It has them worried and a bit angry at whatever is taking your energy away from you. They want you to be aware of what’s happening around you, not to be a mindless zombie, and to be taken advantage of. That doesn’t sit right with them, and they want to talk to you about it, but you can’t understand them in this… miniature form. They only sound they make are like little chicks or baby bats squeaking up at you (or so they are informed.) So, they will have to painstakingly come up with a different solution to help you in some way, but for now, they shall take comfort in your aura, and rest closely with you. The sound of your beating heart gratefully overthrowing the horrible screeching of the fighting Slaanesh-Tyranid humanoid from the room above as they can finally get some trusty sleep themselves.

[dresyreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton/Benedict Bridgerton/Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Michael Stirling, Simon Basset, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton Additional Tags: Reverse Harem, Polyandry, No Incest, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Cunnilingus, Colin Bridgerton Loves Boobs, Penelope is Pleasured, ABC Are Willingly Left With Hard-Ons, The Sacrifices They Make, Christmas Smut, Humor, Bridgertons Being Bridgertons, Never Challenge Francesca to Uno, The Modern Version of Pall Mall is Catan You Can't Convince Me Otherwise, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Competitive Bridgertons Summary:

Penelope and her husbands were just having a normal, Christmas family game night. But when she goes to retrieve more wine from the pantry, her husbands decide to give her one of her gifts early.

[myselfshipi]

I know I haven’t written in a while. Please feel free to check out my ao3:

I also write for Deadpool and Wolverine in addition to Supernatural the tv show.

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

The Becoming of Baron Penelope Featherington (108208 words) by happilyinsane13 Chapters: 11/12 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Violet Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington Characters: Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Daphne Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Jack Featherington, Prudence Featherington, Philippa Featherington, Michael Stirling Additional Tags: Depression, References to Depression, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Reverse Harem, Polyandry, No Incest, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Setting with Females Able to Inherit All Traditionally Male Titles, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Age Difference, Exhibitionism, Slight Character Study, Penelope Featherington Needs a Hug, Penelope Featherington Growth, Protective Anthony Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton Needs A Hug, Supportive Benedict Bridgerton, Protective Benedict Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton Doing Emotional Labor, Benedict Bridgerton Needs a Hug, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Masturbation, Sex, Oral Sex, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Oral Fixation, Threesome - M/F/M Summary: “I never said I was an easy teacher. I will challenge you. I will push you. But I will help you be great.” Something about the way he said those words awoke something inside her. A desire, a need, to prove people wrong. To prove to her mother and sisters that she could turn the estate around and support all of them despite the fact they wouldn’t lift a finger to help her. To prove the plethora of men who dominated the House of Lords wrong, because she knew they would take one look at her and assume she’d be weak because she was a woman. But, crucially, to prove herself wrong. To squash her self-doubt and succeed where she believed she would fail. __ Due to a new law and a surprise will and testament, Penelope inherits her father's title as Baron on his death. Terrified and lacking in confidence, she is surprised when Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and his brother, Benedict, offer to help her take the title, claw her family out of debt, and become a powerful, flourishing figure. The three of them have no idea what this deal will set in motion.

[themotherofrevelation]

Mother, what is your belief on monogamy?

Sacred monogamy/marriage (with sanctified polyandrous tendencies) is key to evolutionary success. Polyamory is a failed mating system. Polyamory is not for man; the evolved, single-starred Shiva-gentleman worships one Dea.

[simmervrc]

Still thinking about the Wikipedia article I read the other day about how bearded vultures have been seen practicing polyandry and now I can’t stop thinking about a big bearded vulture lady character courting several flustered vultures.

[frothytundra]

Polyandry

A friend and I were discussing polyandry the other day and trying to figure out why a woman would have multiple husbands. We were having this conversation because one of her adult children is visiting Bhutan where polyandry was once considered to be normal, and that knowledge triggered her curiosity. We began, of course, from our own experience of husbands and we struggled to understand why…