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clementine-thedestroyer · 6 days ago

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Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming with college professors Ghost and Price x TA!reader

This is just my typical brand of shameless bullshit- you’ve been warned. There’s a wee bit of angst and a hint of smut at the end, but it should be safe besides that.

You were a graduate student, working on your masters degree while working part time as teaching assistant to try and make ends meet. And somehow, you’d managed to fall into bed with two of the best looking men on the entire campus.

The conflict of interest is minimal- the two of them work in a completely different department than you (probably history or math, if we’re being honest) and you know that they’re both mature enough men that if something did happen between the three of you, they’d be able to stay professional afterwards.

And even if did work in your department, christ- you may gone for it anyways.

John was tall and strong, always wearing some variation of the same slacks, dress shirt, and tie with a dark brown linen jacket on hand for colder days. The shirts he wore always seemed to fit him perfectly, tucking into his slacks with just the right amount of fabric left over to emphasize his figure without being too tight. There’d been a week where the A/C had been on the fritz- in the middle of a heat wave, naturally- and you were blessed with an entire week of watching John lecture from the chair behind his desk- rolled-up sleeves straining around his thick arms as he gradually gets more and more red in the face as class goes on.

And Simon- he was taller than John, but just barely- no more than a few inches. He was quiet at first, avoiding speaking directly to you until Price had made his interest clear.

You’d always been intrigued by the both of them, really. But with the mask Simon wore- both the figurative, and literal one- on a day to day basis, it made sense that you found John easier to approach.

Your first date with him had been nice- pleasant. It was everything you expected of a typical first date while still being the best one you’d ever had, by far. It wasn’t until a few days later that you learned about Simon’s place in the whole thing.

Of course, you’d known what an open relationship was before then, but you hadn’t really had much experience with them, and you certainly hadn’t been expecting to learn that John was in any sort of relationship at all.

It had been a point of uncertainty for you, at first. You’d be going into a situation where these two had been together for years- would it even be possible to be involved with them without being left feeling like an awkward 3rd wheel? There were so many possible points of contention- of conflict. You were just… worried.

John had told you that he’d understand if you decided you weren’t interested anymore- but he’d also told you that both he and Simon were interested in at least getting to know you.

So you’d agreed to give it a try.

At first, it was a bit difficult- you’d tried talking to Simon a few times- getting to know him, ect- but he’s always seemed so cold towards you. All of your attempts at small talk or asking questions about him were met with grunts or sharp, one word awnsers that sometimes didn’t even awnser your questions in the first place.

You’d taken the hint- slinking off back to John with your tail tucked between your legs like a scolded puppy.

John had laughed when you confided in him your suspicions that Simon did, in fact, hate you and everything you stood for. He’d laughed, patting you on the back as he told you that no, Simon didn’t hate you. In fact- he’d been the deciding factor in involving you with their relationship in the first place.

But try as you might, you just couldn’t reconcile the way Simon seemed to loath your very presence with the idea that he wanted anything at all to do with you.

So you’d started avoiding him. Nothing much- just not going out of your way to talk to him unless he noticed you.

In the mean time, your relationship with John progressed. After about a month or so, you’d had sex with him for the first time, and things were good between you- even if you felt a pang of guilt, feeling that you were keeping John from Simon whenever you were with him. That must be why Simon hates you, right? You’re keeping his partner away from him. Sure, you knew that he was okay with it, and that it was something they both agreed on, but there was no way he didn’t resent you the slightest bit for taking up John’s time.

It was for nearly three months that you believed that, at least until the first time the three of you had fallen into bed together all at once.

You’d been sitting with John in his office, waiting for him to finish up some work. At some point, your impatience and borderline bratting must’ve worn too hard on John’s nerves, because he’d given you a final warning: if you didn’t quit with the attitude, you wouldn’t like what happened.

Of course, with him saying that, you couldn’t just stop.

One more taunting line was what it took to make him snap. He’d stood up and grabbed you by the wrist, practically dragging you to his desk before bending you over his lap- yanking down your bottoms and shoving two thick fingers into your cunt.

He’d let you rut your clit desperately against the leg of his pants as he tried to get some work done, but every time you got close to cumming, he’d withdraw his fingers and force you to still with a heavy hand on your hip.

You’d been acting pathetic, really- whining and whimpering like a little bitch as you desperately tried to wiggle your hips enough to get off. You don’t remember how long you’d been doing that, but at some point, Simon had walked in.

Heat immediately flodded your face at your state of undress. You try to sit up, only for John’s free hand to catch you and push you back into place. Being effectively pinned in such an embarrassing position by John triggered a different kind of heat in you.

John had three fingers stretching you open by now, pistoning in and out of you at a lazy pace without a care in the world.

Simon is staring- standing in front of the door, teeth clenched and eyes fixed on where John’s hand is disappearing into you, transfixed on how your hole stretches and swallows the intrusion and by the shine and sheer amount of your slick on John’s fingers.

You try and call out for him- pleading for him to save you from your embarrassment- but it just comes out as a pitiful, garbled moan. Simon’s hand forms a fist, and you watch as he digs his nails into the skin of his palm. It was a reaction you’d easily mistake for anger, had you not just watched the rapidly growing bulge in his pants fill out further at your cry.

You’re sure you look absolutely pathetic right now- your cheek is smushed against John’s thigh, and your face is mess of smeared tears and drool.

But that doesn’t stop Simon from dropping to his knees and eating you out, keeping with John’s goal of edging you until the brattiness is well and good out of your system.

After that, Simon’s behavior towards you had completely changed.

He would touch you, for one, and seemed to enjoy when you would do the same to him. He spoke with you more too- cracking horrible jokes, poking fun at your quirks, ect.

Or maybe you’d just become better at interpreting his actions. After all, he was still often quiet- you’d just come to see it as him preferring to listen, rather than as a sign of dislike. Same with his responses, the curt, one word awnsers that you used to take as a sign of annoyance, you now see simply as how Simon speaks.

Either way, whether it was Simon’s attitude that had changed or your own, there’d been no more painfully awkward moments or feelings of guilt for you. The three of you got on together like you’d known them for years, and you couldn’t be happier.

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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 7 months ago

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highly associate lauretta w алоэвера 's songs aka rus icon of free love

^ idk if she's bisexual but she's (her songs) bisexual icon to me bc song below is adressed from one women to another

Каждую мою весну ты заползаешь мне в уши Голосом душишь, разрываешь на куски, на подвязки Вяжешь в узлы мои голосовые связки Каждую мою весну Бесцеремонно садишься на кресло, мол Здесь мой дом, здесь мне место, здесь не тесно И ты привязана ко мне, как леской Я тебя до одуренья люблю Я твои следы языком лизала Детка, знаешь, я целую петлю Которой шею ты мою обвязала Обвязала tr: Every spring you crawl into my ears. Strangling my voice, tearing it to pieces, tearing it to garters. Tie my vocal cords in knots Every spring of my life You sit unceremoniously on the chair, saying: "This is my home, this is where I belong, this isn't crowded" And you're tied to me like a fishing line I love you to bits I've been licking your footprints with my tongue Baby, you know I kiss the noose That you tied around my neck ****

Урок благонравия: введение. Женщина неприемлемого поведения - Это та, что с путешественником, капитаном и пьяным матросом Целуется, не задавая вопросов

Смеется громко, оголяет плечи Делает это все в один вечер Делает это регулярно и часто И, черт возьми, счастлива tr:

A lesson in good behavior: an introduction. A woman of unacceptable behavior: She's the one with the traveler, the captain and the drunken sailor. kisses without asking questions

Laughs loudly, bares her shoulders Does it all in one night. She does it regularly and often. And she's happy as hell (same song but: Бросайте мужей нелюбимых, жен несчастливых, сбегайте к морям Срывай якоря, поднимай парус, я не останусь здесь никогда / Leave unloved husbands, unhappy wives, flee to the seas. Break the anchor, hoist the sail, I'll never stay here. <- goes to eddie!) *** goes to falcone polycule Мы отбились от стаи На ночной аллее Я растаяла Чулки в районе коленей Ни совести тени, ни капли сомнений И без угрызений смеется ночь звонко И даже пустой переход Дышит словом «подонки» Кажется нас спалили Перекошены смехом лица Будет о чем рассказать Друзьям заграницей Мол, это просто Ёбург-стайл И даже до Праги доносится новость Что мы совсем оборзели И потеряли совесть tr: We broke away from the pack On a nighttime alley I melted Stockings around my knees No shadows of conscience, no doubts. And without remorse, the night laughs loudly. And even the empty crosswalk Breathes the word "scumbags." (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I think we've been caught Their faces are twisted with laughter There's something to tell To friends abroad "It's just a Random city-style And even Prague (😭) has heard the news That we've lost our self-control* And lost our conscience" *uhh it's a light curse in the original. Оборзели means smth like gone crazy but funny thing that "бОрзая" is a (past)criminal/gopnik slang for "impertinent" and "борзАя" means "borzoi" (dog) so it's lowkey means "turned animals" but like. crazy impertinent beasts

*** goes to carlo/lauretta Оправданий нет Мы были трезвыми Безбашенными, резвыми, взрослыми Доброе утро, мой выбор. Статный. Рослый. Не отвертеться.

Испытывал терпенье, томил Про��ибал и лез всюду Я еще не виновата, но виновата буду Верни меня домой, верни к мосту Оба знаем: мы - в деле Вы мне так нужны, я с вами расту Вы со мною молодели Бессовестные пальцы жгут Пылок, обожжен Я же вижу кольца жмут Лезу на рожон Эта встреча нас чернит Нужно быть не с теми tr:

There's no excuses. We were sober. Crazy, frisky, grown-up. Good morning, my choice. Stately. Tall. There's no escape now

Tried my patience, languished me Bending and meddling all over me I'm not guilty yet, but I will be. Bring me home, bring me back to the bridge! We both know we're in business I need you so much, I'm growing with you You're getting younger with me*

Shameless fingers stinging Dusty, burned I see the rings are tight** I'm getting straight in the way This meeting makes us worse We should be with others *they're one year apart in age to me so it's more bout emotions/status etc etc **the song implies a married man. but let's pretend it's about engaged lauretta *** goes to lauretta & her fiance

В этот раз ничего непристойного нет Как ни прискорбно С вами удобно, в шерстяных не знобко С вами не кружевное, а хлопковое

В этом доме спокойно Но спокойно - это не повод С Вами можно в разведку А я хочу в омут, я хочу в омут (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

*** С Вами свободно, вечерами сносно С Вами не каблуки, а на плоской

Наши чувства не броски И уже набили оскому С Вами можно в разведку А я хочу в омут, я хочу в омут tr:

Nothing obscene this time It's unfortunate. You're comfortable, I don't get chilly in woolen ones. I don't wear lace, but cotton.

There's peace in this house. But peace isn't a good reason You're the one to go scouting with. And I wanna go into the maelstrom, I wanna go into the maelstrom (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

No pitfalls this time The evenings are fine I'm not in heels with you, I wear flat soles Our feelings aren't catchy And I'm sick of it already You're the one to scout with And I wanna go to the maelstrom _________________________________________ not алоэвера's songs but i just got out of track:

Если хочешь быть со мной Неси мне свои ваучеры Ведь мир такой изменчивый Ведь мир такой обманчивый Время ночи три часа Мы стоим у банкомата Евро, доллары, рубли Я любой валюте рада В банкомате нет любви Но её мне и не надо

На моих часах уже одиннадцать ноль-ноль Собирайся, милая, мы едем в Метрополь Не волнуйся, за такси я скоро заплачу Жить красиво — это сложно, но я научу Видишь справа мужика В том вельветовом костюме У него три кабака И гостиница в Батуми Или как тебе вот тот Из Америки вернулся Он за нас оплатит счёт Стоит только улыбнуться Летом на Майорку отвезёт тебя майор А зимой тебя согреет шуба от Диор Может, счастье ты себе не купишь. Ну и что? Быть несчастной лучше в лимузине, чем пешком Всё считай как ЭВМ Будь умнее, но не слишком Мир спасёт не красота Мир спасёт моя сберкнижка Не смотри так на меня Знаешь, ведь не в правде сила tr:

If you want to be with me. Bring me your vouchers 'Cause the world is such a fickle place The world is so deceitful It's three o'clock at night We're standing at the ATM Euros, dollars, rubles I'm happy with any currency There's no love at the ATM But I don't need it

It's 11AM on my watch. Come on, honey, we're going to Metropol'* Don't worry, I'll pay for the cab soon. Living beautifully is hard, but I'll teach you. See that man on the right? In that corduroy suit. He's got three pubs. And a hotel in Batumi. Or how about that one over there He's back from America. He'll pay for us If you just smile A captain** will take you to Mallorca in summer And in winter you'll be warmed by a Dior coat. Maybe you can't buy your own happiness. So what? I'd rather be miserable in a limo than on foot. Count like a computer. Be smart, but not too smart It's not beauty that saves the world. It's my bank account that saves the world. Don't look at me like that. You know that the power isn't in the truth *Metropol' - a five-star hotel in the center of moscow **police captian ([mayor] in rus - sounds like mallorca [mayorka]. so it's just a word play) *** goes to carlo/lauretta Ну! Разденься! Выйди на улицу голой И я подавлю свою ревность Если так нужно для дела Разденься! Пусть они удивятся Пусть делают вид, что не видят тебя Но им ни за что не забыть Их мысли заполнит твоё тело Разденься!

tr: Come on! Take your clothes off! Go outside naked And I'll suppress my jealousy. If it's necessary for the cause. Take your clothes off! Let them be surprised Let them pretend they don't see you But they'll never forget Their minds will be filled with your naked body Take your clothes off! ***

Я бандитов вечерами чаем угощаю Рэкетиров на пороге иногда встречаю С адвокатом мы ночами в шахматы играем Ну, а про майора так никто и не узнает Новенькой подводкой я накрашу себе стрелочки *** Ты и правда думаешь, что меня можно напугать? (Ха-ха) tr:

I serve* tea for the gangsters in the evenings. Sometimes I meet racketeers on my doorstep I play chess with the lawyer at night. And no one will ever know about the police captain. I'll paint my eyes with new eyeliner. You really think I can be scared? (ha-ha)** *my brain is small and i didn't understand how to translate it correctly but here the meaning is "to treat" and not "to serve". so a warm attitude is implied **Makes me think of possible Vito & Lauretta interaction

**** carlo/lauretta mostly but falcone polycule dynamics also (i love this song so much fr) Моя паранжа горит - мой хужа без лишних слов Поджёг её на мне своими чёрными очами А луноликий мой господин пьян в дым и горит Как лампа под прицелом моих молчаливых глаз Дым в доме дым-дым-дым - у нас так всегда Куришь на меня кальян, дымится на мне сафьян Как красиво мы горим… Как красиво мы горим Как красиво и безмолвно мы сгораем без следа! Горим-горим ясно, горим от ревности днём Ночью горим от страсти, горим первобытным огнём Горим от ярости, горим от гордыни и ни слова От любви и ненависти в нашей газовой пустыне Кто ночью твоя загорелая рабыня? - Я Наутро кто тихая погибель твоя? – Я Кто ночью ты? Лизни меня в лицо языком пламени Наутро окно распахни Из дома сгоревшего выгони дым-дым tr: My burqa's on fire, my huzha*, without a word Burned it on me with his black eyes And my moon-faced lord is drunk on smoke and he's on fire Like a lamp in the crosshairs of my silent eyes. Smoke in the house. Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke — It's always like this with us. Smoking a hookah on me, morocco is burning on me How beautifully we burn How beautifully and silently we burn without a trace! We burn bright, we burn with jealousy by day. We burn with passion at night, we burn with primal fire. We burn with rage, we burn with pride And not a word from love and hate in our gaseous desert Who is your tanned slave at night? - Me In the morning, who is your silent doom? - Me Who are you in the night? Lick my face with the tongue of flame Open the window in the morning Drive the smoke out of the burned house

Хуҗа (tatar) - Master

rip falcone polycule its a shame u never smoked a hookah. imo

anyway! уж так замыслил нас господь, что каждый день мы на охоте ничто не остановит плоть, хотящую отведать плоти

god designed us to be out hunting every day nothing can stop the flesh from savouring the flesh of another✌

#there's more songs in my playlist but ok thats enough for now #my ubearable urge to make them wild af. maybe not even wild buf freaky #“IS MY MOM GONNA SEE THIS AND JUDGE ME?!🤯🤯🤯” always makes me think of lauretta every time mamma mia comes across my playlist lmao #and “wdym my card's been declined?! try it again!🤬🤬🤬” sorry 😭#anyway i mean she gained more freedom after the marriage #lauretta ghiraldini #carlo/lauretta #falcone polycule #“Im tired of ppl askin me if im an introvert or extrovert bitch im a pervert😂😂😂” 😭😭😭

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