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The Missing Piece: Part Twelve

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting.

Summary: It’s a fresh start. Time to mend some bridges and start figuring out this relatonship.

Word Count: 7.5K

Warnings: Smut, talk of toxic work environment, talk of a toxic previous relationship, talk poly relationship, talk of disappearance, work anxiety and pressure, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, under 18s dni

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Over the next few days, you found that the three of you were practically inseparable. Still, you felt more comfortable slept in the guest bedroom each night, but it was really the only time that you found some space from them. Sometimes during the day one of them would breakaway for an hour or so to oversee some business, you never asked and they never told, it seemed like a little bit of an unspoken rule, they wanted to keep you as far from their business-life as they could muster.

In these short days you discovered how truly loving that they both were. Rarely a moment passed when one of them wasn’t touching you, caressing you, kissing you, or that they weren’t doing anything like that to each other. Each time that they would kiss you would find yourself completely enamoured with each other, at first you thought you might be jealous of watching them interact so romantically with each other, but that wasn’t even an emotion that came into your conscious. It made your heart race each time you saw their lips brush against one another, chuckling before their tongues tangled, huffing and groaning at just the presence of one another.

The only time that you seemed to have a break from their love was when you were in public, there they were a little more subtle about their affections. When they had invited you out for brunch one morning you were completely ecstatic, sipping on mimosas’ whilst listening to the two of them chatter happily, not talking about work, but mentioning their friends or family as they referred to them. “You’re being quiet, bunny.” Steve observed, quirking a brow softly in your direction. “I’m just quietly observing.” You answered, giggling softly and shuffling in your seat.

“Quietly observing.” Bucky smirked, placing down the champagne flute and leaning over to rub his hand over your knee. “Do you feel comfortable, doll?” He asked, they had questioned that a lot over the past few days, along with whether you were happy, or you felt safe. You supposed that you had been a little quiet, trying to figure out where you fit in, or perhaps what your role was within the relationship. You were sure those question would be answered with time, right now you just needed to enjoy these first few weeks that were always filled with such love and romance. “You know, I start my new job next week.” You announced, attempting at making conversation. “I’m a little nervous, honestly.”

Reaching across Steve placed his hand over your own, smiling in such a comforting away before saying. “You don’t need to be nervous, you’re gonna do great.” He promised, gifting you a soft wink. “Timmy is a pretty good guy, I’m sure he isn’t going to make things too difficult in your first week.” Bucky quipped making you smile whilst shaking your head. “You know, I get the feeling that he wouldn’t like being called Timmy…” Simply in response Bucky shrugged, flagging down a waitress and ordering another three drinks and turning his attention back to you. “Maybe we could carpool, it’s the same building, right?”

“That’s a cute idea.” Steve hummed, chewing on a chunk of melon before looking over at Bucky. “We’ve never carpooled, Bucky was always up too early.” Then gifting him a pointed look that left the brunette rolling his eyes. “I guess you’ll just have two choices of what time you wanna drive to work. Either on time with me, or late with Steve.” It was becoming clear that this was a point of contention to them. “Maybe I’ll just walk…” You muttered jokingly, accepting the glass from the waitress and taking a big swig.

Steve simply smirked and then noted. “Oh, I got a message from Clint as a reminder for the Gala next week.” He looked at Bucky pointedly. “Maybe that is something we could do together?” He offered, then looking towards you. “What do you say, bunny? Would you want to attend a charity gala with us? We’d finally get the chance to show you off, I know that Kate and Yelena are dying to meet you.” “I-I don’t think I have anything to wear.”

A hearty chuckle came from Bucky, quirking as he asked. “Then why don’t we get you something nice to wear?” You quirked a brow as you looked towards Bucky. “We live in one of the fashion capitals of the world, you don’t think we’ll be able to find you something fantastic to wear?” He smirked then before looking towards Steve. “Plus, you’ll find that Steve here isn’t that open to high-end fashion, it’s usually a sweater, or a simple suit and tie from him.”

“Sounds like Bucky’s found himself a little doll to dress up.” Steve teased tersely from across the table, perhaps a little offended by Bucky’s jabs towards his clothing choices. He was a safe dresser; he knew what looked good on him and what he felt comfortable in, maybe in his line of work he felt like he needed to be ready for any possibility, wearing some uncomfortable high-end fashion garb might restrict him from being able to do that.

A quiet hum came from you before nodding towards Bucky. “I don’t see why we can’t go look at clothes, but I won’t be getting paid for a little while, so I’m on a tight budget.” You reminded him in a stern tone. Both share a look, you were sure that they would have had to live on a budget at some point in their lives, but if their beautifully furnished townhouse and excessively luxurious cars told you anything it was that they were no strangers to spending money now they had it in abundance. “We’ll see.” Bucky retorted a wink.

Towards the end of your wonderful brunch, you removed the silk napkin from your lap and rose, excusing yourself quietly and wandering to find the restrooms. “Well, I am surprised to see you here…” That snide tone could only belong to one person, turning on your heel and attempting your kindest smile towards Serena, the mother of your ex-boyfriend Oliver. Just how were you supposed to look her in the eye when Steve had told you about giving Oliver a lesson in respect.

“Serena.” You say softly, turning fully to face her, not wanting to give her any chance to see any signs of weakness. “I’m just here having brunch with…” What were they to you exactly? Your boyfriends? Your partners? Your polygamous soulmates? You hadn’t really considered that you were going to have to explain your relationship to people eventually or must find some way to refer to your relationship. Not that it was anyone’s business anyway, but your parents would need to know, and your friends. “Just some people…”

A quiet hum came from her perfectly glossed lips. “Yes, I had noticed you were with company.” Not failing to notice just how her eye twitched, not even the obnoxious amount of botox she’d poured into her face could have masked that unsettling reaction. “I have been hoping to hear from you. I’m sure you’ve heard that Oliver is still missing – not that the police are opening to considering that.” Huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. “They say with his past of gallivanting around the globe that his mysterious disappeared isn’t any real cause for concern.”

It seemed that Serena never missed an opportunity to remind you that nothing you ever did for Oliver wasn’t good enough. It was like that when you were together and it remained that way now that you were apart too. “Serena, I’m sorry. It must be a worry, but I’ve done everything that I can. I’ve spoken to the police; I gave them all the information that I could and I’ve even tried contacting him myself. I’m not sure what more you’d like me to do.” You continued to remind yourself that this was a mother that was worried for the safety of her only child, but it wasn’t something that you should have any more involvement in as you simply didn’t have any further information for helping her to find Oliver.

A quiet huff seeped from Serena’s glossy painted lips, eyes flickering down to the dainty watch on her wrist. “I wish I could stay and chat more, but I’m late for an appointment with my masseuse.” Raising her steely gaze again to settle uneasily on you. “Look after yourself.” There was no true emotion behind her words, simply turning on her expensive Louboutin and stalking away with her head held high.

The second that Serena was out of sight you entered the restroom, standing in front of the mirror and taking a few breaths to calm yourself. There was something about that woman that made you extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t like you were some pushover, but every biting comment from that witch made you just want to give up. Perhaps it was years of endless battles and her reminding you that you weren’t good enough for her precious son, or perhaps it was that you didn’t have the energy to fight her anymore now that you didn’t want Oliver anymore.

After a few moments of solitude, you exited the restroom, wandering across the restaurant to join Bucky and Steve back at their table, sitting between them both. “Everything okay?” Bucky questioned, as if he had some weird ability to know that something was wrong. “Oh, nope. I’m great.” You could tell that Bucky wasn’t convinced. “Just a little headache, maybe one too many mimosas, I never was a good day drinker.” You smirked, tapping the side of your champagne flute.

A warm chuckle came from Steve as his hand drifted up and down your spine, his attempt to comfort you. “I did try and warn you, sweetheart.” He muttered. “There is no use trying to keep up with Buck.” Then shooting his brunette partner a playful wink. “Just let us settle the bill and we’ll get you home for a nap, hmm?” The idea of curling up on their comfortable couch for an hour sounded like a dream.

As the waiter approached for payment you were just about to snatch your card from your purse, but Bucky was much quicker. He placed down his glossy black card before you even figured out the final total. They kept assuring you that you could pay for the next outing, but they always seemed to change their minds last minute. It was clear they were both wealthy, most people didn’t walk around with luxury bank cards in their wallets, driving in the flashiest cars and living in prime real-estate, but there were times when you wanted to spoil them too.

After collection your personal items, like bags and coats, you all wandered out into the crisp afternoon air. The sight of Sam leaning against his Mercedes was something that you couldn’t ignore. He certainly wasn’t there when you had all arrived, but he looked like he had something he needed to say. Approaching the two he took Bucky to one side and began to mutter lowly to him about whatever was troubling him. “C’mon, bunny.” Steve’s hand pressed against your lower back. “I think that Bucky is gonna be needed at work.” At work… like, at his mob work. That violent side just wasn’t something that you could easily ignore, but would it be better for you and the relationship to just be ignorant.

Popping open the door Steve guided you into the passenger seat before approaching Sam and Bucky, finding out the story of whatever was going to be dragging Bucky away. Once he was sufficiently filled in Bucky leaned in to press a hard kiss to his lips whilst Sam wandered back to climb into his Mercedes and wait patiently with the engine rumbling. You hadn’t realised that Bucky had approached Steve’s car until the door popped open and he knelt beside you. “I’ve got some work to see you, bunny.” Then taking your hand to press a soothing kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll see you at the club later with Stevie.” Tugging you towards him to pepper your lips with a few kisses and then tugging himself away.

Bucky then returned to Sam’s car, whilst Steve went back to his own. He climbed in and sat beside you, watching them both speed off down the street and then look over to you. “We should get home. How are you feeling?” Simply you shrugged, knowing that they both were in this dangerous job now left you worrying for their safety when moments like this occurred, it certainly wasn’t like you were seeing them off to some simple office job. “Baby, there isn’t anything to worry about.” It was almost as if Steve was reading your mind, maybe he had those same concerns whenever he was apart from Bucky. “I don’t trust many people by Bucky’s side, but Sam and Nat, I trust them. They’re our family. They’ve been with us for years; we’ve grown up with them.”

“Is he going to be doing something dangerous?” You asked, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t want to know specific details, but also wanting to know that Bucky wasn’t walking into shoot out. “He’s only going to be dealing with a subordinate. The guy has been causing us some trouble and Sam thinks he has some lead on him.” You nodded; it seemed that Steve wasn’t about to give you any details either. “Anyway, we should get you home.” He decided once again, starting his car with a thunderous roar before tearing off down the street too.

The nap that you shared with Steve was everything that you had been dreaming off. The two of you cuddled up on their comfortable couch, ample room for you both to spread out with fuzzy blanket thrown over you both. Those dangerously strong arms wrapped around your frame, tugging your back against his chest whilst he snored lowly into your throat and the silence of the room was filled by some old sitcom on the TV.

It had worked wonders in taking your mind off whatever Bucky could be doing, or whatever trouble he could be getting into. As you stirred from your slumber your groggy attention was drawn to the TV, becoming consumed in watching as the two characters on screen made up after some initial bickering, vowing to always be friends and always be there for one another. It was cheesy, but it made you think back to Wanda. A sad sigh fell from your lips as you thought to her at this time, not knowing if she was recovering well from the break-in or continuing to worry and dwell.

It was difficult to leave that bridge broken. Wanda had been such an important part of your life for such a long time now, it wasn’t the first time you had both fallen out, but this had been the longest that you hadn’t spoken before. You knew that you needed to make this right, if she was willing to stand your presence then you certainly had some explaining to do.

You feel the way that Steve begins to stir from behind you, squeezing you a little tighter against his muscular form. “Steve, I think I might visit Wanda today.” It was still mid-afternoon and that fuzziness from the mimosas had finally flooded away from your mind now. “I can’t leave things like this with her.”

“I get it.” His voice was adorably groggy, clearing his throat softly and letting out a soft exhale against your throat. “Do you really think she’d be ready to speak with you yet? You said she was pretty pissed with you.” Steve reminded you, one night after a few too many wines you had spilled everything to Steve and Bucky about what had happened between you two.

Your voice was tiny in response. “I don’t know.” Then letting out a small sigh. “But I need to try. I know if I can just be in the same room as her then I’ll be able to explain myself.” You leaned back against Steve then and just allowed yourself to relax. “And at least apologise for Bucky showing up like he did.” “Probably wise, apologising doesn’t come naturally to Bucky.” Then leaning down to press a soft kiss under the shell of your ear. “But sweetheart, you know that Bucky didn’t mean any harm, right?” You simply nod in response. “I know. I get it. It was just bad timing, but it still hurt Wanda’s feelings and it still caused trouble in our friendship, something I cherish dearly.”

After a few more moments of lounging together you forced yourself to your feet, stretching softly and gazing back at Steve. “Do you want me to come with you?” “No, it’s okay.” Tugging your hoody on and continuing. “I think we need to talk alone. Plus, how am I gonna talk about you if you’re there~” You tease as a big grin flashes onto your face.

“Oh, so you’re gonna talk about me? I thought it was Bucky that was in trouble.” He responded, quirking a brow and smirking. “Well, you didn’t stop him from making that mistake.” Then giggling as you wandered around the couch. “Yeah, it isn’t that often that I can stop Bucky from making a mistake, sweetheart.” Steve then called back to you, causing your laughter to float through the home.

You spent some time waking up after your nap and priming yourself to be a little more presentable before heading from the townhouse. Steve had insisted on driving you to Wanda’s bakery, but you had been persuasive enough to let him leave the two of you alone to talk out your problems. He pulled up beside the store and leaned over to gift you a short, but inspiring kiss. “Just call me when you need a ride home. I’ll be close.” It didn’t particularly surprise you that Steve would linger, you simply nodded and then climbed from his luxurious car to approach the bakery.

It was quiet as you stepped inside, there were a few customers placed in seats but mostly empty, which wasn’t unusual for this time. It did feel as if the space had returned to some type of normalcy, though you were sure that wasn’t the case for Wanda or Vision. Their home was just above the bakery, this asshole had completely invaded their privacy, wrecked their sense of comfort in their home and workplace.

“Oh, hey…” The familiar voice of Pietro caught your attention. “We haven’t seen you around here in a while.” He mentioned whilst his hands fiddling with the front of his apron, sheepishly avoiding your gaze. “If you’re looking for Wan then she’s in the back.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“Did she say anything to you about me?” You quizzed, trying to eke out as much information before approaching Wanda as possible. Pietro simply shrugged, stepping aside so that you could use the door to step past him towards the kitchen area.

From all this time you’d know Wanda you knew that the kitchen was where she felt at her most serene. Wanda had told you all these stories of learning to cook and bake from her Mother back in her home country. It was heart-breaking to think that the twins had been torn away from their home whilst they were still so young, losing what little family that they had and having to try and survive growing up in the system.

As you entered the kitchen you caught sight of Wanda standing at her workstation, focusing on a dough, beating it aggressively against the counter. “Are you pretending that dough is me?” There was no denying the tiny smile that broke across Wanda’s lips. “No, I’m pretending it’s the person who broke into my bakery…” Yet another loud slam of dough connecting with the shiny aluminium countertop.

After a few short moments of silence, Wanda asked. “How are your parents?” Still, she didn’t meet your gaze. “Oh, they’re okay.” You settled with a tender shrug of your shoulders. “It was good to see them and to get out of town for a while, just to be able to clear my head.” Casually you leaned back against the refrigeration unit. It was like you could feel this giant chasm between you two, never had your relationship felt so awkward and stiff before, usually you both could talk about anything or anyone, but now it just felt like you were bottling up all these secrets from her. “That’s good.” Wanda quipped.

The tension was beginning to be unbearable. A deep sigh pulled from your throat as you requested. “Wan, will you just look at me for a second?” In a slow but restrained way Wanda craned her neck to meet your eyeline. “I didn’t come here to make small talk and pretend like nothing happened. I came here to try and make things right with you.” Your words were sincere enough to make Wanda fully turn in your direction, removing her gloves to then cross her arms over her chest. “Wanda, I have been selfish and insensitive your pain. I couldn’t imagine what you could have been going through and I didn’t know because I wasn’t there either. I’m sorry, Wanda. If I could have done things different, I would in a heartbeat.”

There was this long beat of silence, it made you stomach twist and turn in apprehension. The last thing you wanted to do was lose your friendship with Wanda. You just wanted to go back to when things were good with her. “Thank you for saying that.” Her voice was sweet and sincere, seeing small tears lining her eyes that made your heart sink. Without thinking you rushed across the room, wrapping your arms around her and holding her tight against your frame. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.”

“Wanda, it’s okay.” You assured her gently, rubbing her back to show that you truly meant what you were saying. Pulling back, she gazed up at you before muttering softly. “I’m glad you came to see me. I was worried that I might’ve scared you away for good.” She sniffled a few times before taking a step back to leave a little distance between you both.

“Heh. You’d have to do better than that to get rid of me, Wanda.” Then gifting her a playful push on the shoulder which made her hiccup out a sad little laugh. “So, I guess the cops haven’t made any progress in finding the thief?” You assumed, tying your arms over your chest and looking at her with a compassionate expression.

The redhead simply sighed and responded. “Nope. That asshole is probably long gone now with a bag full of money from the register and… and my mom’s locket.” You heart dropped, eyes shooting over to the hook where the precious piece of jewellery hung. It was a priceless family heirloom, the only thing that she had left that had belonged to her mother. “I don’t even care about the money, but… but the necklace…” She sniffled a few times before shaking her head, pushing away those negative emotions. “I can’t keep dwelling on it. I just need to accept it.”

“I can’t believe anyone would be that heartless.” You muttered coldly, shaking your head, eyes lingering over on that hook. It felt so strange that necklace now being there, like something was missing, as if a person was gone. It had always felt like Wanda’s mother had looked over the kitchen, she had been there through the good and the bad times, but now stolen it felt a lot colder in there. “Yeah.” Her voice was small, shaking her head before grabbing a new set of gloves to return to her dough.

You just wanted to make this right for her. “Maybe… Maybe we could go to some pawnshops around the city? Maybe they would have tried to pawn it for money, you know?” You offered, trying to find some solutions, or find some hope to this already awful situation. “I had that same idea. Pietro and I went to some, but none of them had it or had seen it.” You simply frowned in defeat. “Oh…” You muttered.

A tired sigh came from Wanda as she shook her head. “I’ve just been focusing on other things, just to get my mind off it… I’ve taken up pottery, there is this cute little shop a few blocks over, the owner is nice. We talk a little about business and they are even talking about starting a community watch, which I’m on board for.” She explained, this sounded positive, something good for Wanda to put her focus into, she always had been a force to be reckoned with.

“That’s great.” You smiled a little. “That sounds like a really good cause Wanda.” It felt good to encourage her to be doing something good with all this anger. “Yeah, and I spoke to them about security businesses too…” You stomached dropped at her words, this was something you had been dreading talking to her about. “They said something about some sketchy guys coming to pay them a visit, offering their services to keep trouble away.”

You gulped. “Oh… right…” Then gnawing on your lower lip for a moment. “You’re talking about Bucky…” She simply hummed, gazing over her shoulder towards you to see if you were going to try and protect him. “Wanda, I promise that there weren’t any ill-intensions behind his actions. It was just a mixture of bad timing and emotions being high.” You explained. “He is very sorry though, Wanda. He never meant to offend you or hurt you.” Bucky hadn’t said those words specifically, but you knew that they were true, he had nothing against Wanda and would never want to hurt her.

“So, you made a decision, huh? You’re together now?” Wanda assumed, you nodded. “With them both? Like, a throuple, or something?” These were the types of questions that you had been fearful of answering, but the answer slipped so easily from your lips it surprised you. “Yeah, we are. It wasn’t something I really thought about exploring before but we’re trying.”

She nodded. “Just be careful.” Wanda’s voice was tiny, gifting you a concerned look. “I don’t wanna see you end up hurt.” With all the information that she had about Steve and Bucky she’d couldn’t explain it, but she just knew there was something dangerous about them. From meeting Bucky to hearing what Pietro and Detective Danvers said. It was all a strange mixture of danger and concern, but all she cared about was then you were safe.

“I’m fine, Wan.” You assured her with a gracious smile. “I’m really fine.”

It was nice spending some time catching up with Wanda. After the shop closed the two of you curled up onto a couch with a couple coffees and just spoke about all the things that you’d missed. Wanda explained how that Vision got a promotion in his tech job, so they’re looking to move out of the apartment above the shop and into a bigger one. That meant that they were starting to think about having kids too. “Nothing is concrete yet, but Vis mentioned that it could be something he’d want soon. Just after we’ve settled into our new place.”

The news shocked you. That type of news always shocked you. The thought of your friends moving into new phases of their lives, having babies, getting married, travelling the world. Rather than dwell on your own phase of life you simply smiled and Wanda and said. “I can’t wait to be a Godmother.” She laughed in response, leaning forward to place down her mug on the table.

The conversation shifted then to her asking plenty of questions about your budding relationship with Bucky and Steve, easy questions at first like sleeping situations and such, but then bordering into deeper questions that left you feeling a little hot and stuttering over the answers.

Eventually you decided that it was late enough that you should probably call Steve to come collect you. It didn’t take long for his luxurious car to pull up kerbside. The two of you wandered outside to where Steve was just climbing from his car. “Hey there…” Steve greeted Wanda kindly before leaning down and gifting you a kiss, holding you tightly to his side. “Hey.” Her voice was tight, clearly still a little guarded in Steve’s presence.

“I guess we’ll be spending a little more time together.” He assumed, looking down at you with a wink before then back over at Wanda. “We were gonna be heading to a club tonight, if you wanted to join us?” It was beginning to become clear that you and Wanda were in two very different stages of life, she was trying for a baby and moving apartments and you were going to the club with your boyfriends for an evening of dancing and drinking. It wasn’t bad it was just different.

“Thanks, but I can’t. I’ll need to get up early to open tomorrow morning.” She then gestured behind her. “Yeah, we understand.” Steve squeezed your hip. “Maybe we could set up a dinner for another night.” It warmed you heart as Wanda extended an olive branch, it wasn’t Steve or Bucky were going anywhere so the fact that she was trying to mend bridges really meant a lot to you. “I’ll text you some dates.” She assured you before gifting you a soft smile, things really were going back to normal.

After you said your goodbyes to Wanda, you bundled yourself into Steve’s car and allowed him to speed you down the street towards the townhouse. Happily, you informed Steve about everything you had spoken about with Wanda, explaining how you had made up with her and that things were beginning to feel normal again. Just from the smile on Steve’s face you could tell that he was genuinely happy that you had made mends with your friend.

Once the two of you returned to the townhouse you both went to get ready for a night out. You spent time ensuring that everything was prim and perfect, brushing down your outfit as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. “Goddamn…” A low huff came from behind you, in the reflection you watched as Steve stepped up behind you, his warm hands finding your waist tugging you close to his frame as he cups and caressed at your curves. “How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?”

“I don’t…” You giggled in response, leaning your head back against him. A low growl came from the blonde, pressing his crotch into your ass for just a moment before pulling back. “Our ride is waiting.” He explained, trying to keep his voice firm, as if fighting every inner thought that was telling him to throw you down and never make it to the club – maybe that was something you wanted too.

Regardless, you headed out onto the street where a sleek towncar was eagerly waiting, Steve popped open the door and allowed you to climb inside first before sinking in after, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and tugging you into his side warmly. “Is everything okay with Bucky? I sent him a message, but…” “He’s fine, bunny.” Steve replied evenly, keeping his eyes focused forward on the traffic, almost as if he was weighing up any dangers that might’ve been lurking out there. “Just dealing with some business. Nothing to worry about.”

After a short ride you arrived at the club that they owned, climbing out there was a line of people waiting outside. Steve rounded the car and took your hand, leading you to the front and straight through the door. The ability to be able to skip almost any line was something that you could certainly get used to. You remembered first moving to the City, having to queue up outside almost any venue or club in all temperatures, it was something that you’d gladly leave behind.

Allowing you to step inside first Steve’s hands stayed firmly on your waist, guiding you through the crowded floor area. It was clear that these people knew that Steve was important as each of them parted to allow you both passage. Without wasting another moment Steve was leading you up to the private area, it was overlooking the entire club, adorned with plush couches and ice buckets filled with champagne bottles. Looking towards Steve he collapsed back onto one of the couches, kicking his feet up onto the glass table as he told a waitress a very specific order of drinks and then winked towards you as he patted the space beside him.

“So…” You began, wandering towards him and slinking down. “You own this place?” You quizzed, voice a little raised to try and combat the rolling bass that was pumping just beneath you both. In response Steve simply nodded, rubbing his hand over the expanse of your back in a comforting way. “You know, I used to come here back when I was in college…” He quirked a brow then. “I, uh… I had a good friend who could make fake IDs.” You snickered, shaking your head as you remembered just how your heart would race every time you pass it over to a bouncer.

“Fake ID?” There was clear amusement to his tone. “Oh, and here we were thinking that you were this good girl~” Those talented fingers tickled against your frame making you squirm beside him, sitting upright Steve leaned in close, pressing a few wayward kisses against your shoulder and throat. “I am a good girl. I just like to have a little fun too.” You purred, scrunching your nose in a playful way as you turned to be closer, brushing your lips against this own.

Just as you were about to sink into a passionate kiss your drinks arrived, plucking the colourful cocktail from the tray and smirking as you wrapped your lips seductively around the straw and taking a long swig. “Mmm, oh. This is fantastic.” You announced happily, taking another swig. “Oh, you just have to try this.” Then urging as you held your glass towards him.

Slipping it from your fingers Steve inspects it for a moment before smirking and responding. “Gladly.” In a moment his hand slid around the back of your throat, pulling you forward into that passionate kiss you’d missed only moments ago. Daringly his tongue slid into your mouth, swirling and lapping at your own before forcing himself to tug away and humming in approval. “You’re so right, baby. It’s delicious.” He smirked, licking those perfect lips so slowly it taunted you.

Shortly after you ordered another round of drinks, it seemed that Steve had someone close at all time running drinks. It was like your own little slice of Heaven up in the private section, you weren’t completely drowned in a sea of people, clambering over each other to attempt to grab the attention of the overly busy bartenders or fighting off grabby hands that were vying for your attention. No, instead all you had to focus on was Steve and that was something you could happily live with.

Soon enough your eyes began to wander, watching the people on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with one another. It was filling you with this sense of restlessness, wanting to be sharing that experience with Steve. With slightly lowered inhibition you glanced towards Steve and asked quicky. “Do you wanna dance?”

There was a long pause as Steve was mid drink sip, looking at you before chuckling. “Do I wanna dance? No thanks, Bunny.” He scoffed, shaking his head which made you crease your brow and respond in confusion. “Well, what is the point of owning a club if you don’t wanna dance?” It was a simple enough question that made Steve chuckle as he ordered another round of drinks, flagging down a nearby staff member and describing what he wanted them to fetch.

As they diligently listed to the order you stated confidently. “I want to dance. I’m gonna dance.” Raising up from the couch and rounding for the exit to the private section before Steve could even react. “Bunny!” He grumbled before calling your name as you briskly moved down the steps towards the dance floor.

The music was louder down there, people yelling and cheering around you in their groups, couples grinding against one another as you manoeuvred through them all. Sinking further and further into the crowd you allowed the music to slowly take over, just letting loose and having some fun like you had initially planned.

After a few moments of dancing alone a set of hands found your waist, tugging you backwards against a firm chest and gasping about to turn give that person a piece of your mind but a set of lips brushing against the shell of your ear made you freeze. “You shouldn’t run from me like that, bunny.” Steve muttered firmly in your ear, hips grinding into your rear as you both swayed to the music. “I hardly ran, Steve.” You chided back. “Plus, doesn’t seem like you don’t like to dance~”

“I don’t…” He grumbled, yet his hips continued to circle and grind against your own in a rhythmic way. His hands wound around your frame, touching and groping at parts of your band that he had been craving to touch for weeks, parts that he had been dreaming about, thing that Bucky had simply told him about.

His perfect lips ghosted against your throat, lapping and suckling at your skin causing you to lean back into him, mouth parting in ecstasy, practically panting as you allowed yourself to sink further into Steve. “Let me take you home.” He growled in your ear. “I can’t stand all these people and I just need you, Bunny.” The words made a sweet whine escape from your lips. “Say yes, bunny. Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you too, Stevie.” You purred simply, suddenly those strong arms locked securely around your frame and Steve was guiding you towards the exit. Both clambering into the back of a waiting towncar and speeding off down the street as Steve grumbled at the driver to move it. The two of you were so enthralled in each other you didn’t notice the perverse glances that the driver was getting from his rear view mirror.

Soon enough you arrived back at the townhouse, Steve climbed out first before pulling you alongside him. A quick yelp escaped your lips as he lifted you from your feet, carrying you up the steps and into the house. Your hands guided his face to your own, kissing him with passion and lust, giggling as he practically sprinted up the stairs two at a time.

Entering the bedroom Steve allowed you to drop onto the bed, giggling as you bounced on the soft material. “Steve!” He dropped onto your frame, kissing you again feverishly, causing soft whimpers and moans to pull from your throat. “Easy now, Stevie. You might break her~” The sound of Bucky’s voice acme from across the room, causing you to gasp as you tugged away from the kiss and glanced in his direction. You were both certainly a sight for his tired eyes, clothes bunched, lips swollen hair tousled. “Go on…” He urged with a playful smirk on his lips.

Without hesitation Steve found your lips again, sinking his tongue into your mouth and evading and dominating you in that exact moment. You could feel his hands winding around your frame, pushing up the material of your dress over your hips. You were overly aware of Bucky’s presence, glancing at his wandering form, dress shirt unbuttoned loosely to allow his chest to be exposed and unbuckling his watch as he took a seat beside you both.

It was a big distraction, especially the moment that the top half of your dress was tugged down to expose your breasts, bouncing before both of their eyes and causing Steve to grunt out. “Fuck yes~” That dangerous tongue sliding from his mouth, swirling around your nipple lovingly. You gaped at the action, arching your back and unable to tear your eyes away from Bucky who simply smirked as he brushed his nimble fingers over your features delicately. “Look at Stevie.” He commanded in a soft tone.

“Ow!” A sharp noise came from your throat as Steve’s teeth nipped at your nipple. “You keep your eyes on me, sweetheart or else we’re gonna have problems.” He threatened teasingly. Slowly he began to kiss down your frame, taking in every inch of your sweet skin, humming and nuzzling his face into your soft flesh until finally he was seat between your legs. “Shit…” He muttered softly, gasping as you felt Steve peel your panties down, handing them off to Bucky who took them and brought them up to his nose to inhale deeply. “Fucking perfect.” He growled.

“Damn right she is.” Steve chuckled in response, spreading your legs and humming as he presses a couple stray kisses to your inner thighs. “Steve, you don’t have to do that…” The only response that Steve gifted you was his sudden attack on your cunt, lapping and suckling with his talented tongue as he sank down to get more comfortable between your legs. “Ohfuck~” You cried out, arching your back harshly off the mattress. “Ho-ohh-ly… Ohgod~”

“Does that feel good, bunny?” The sound of Bucky’s warm voice invaded your thoughts, prying your eyes open to look at him, feeling his fingers softly drawing lines over your face. “You’re our good girl, aren’t you? Hmm?” You nodded, mouth open and small drip of drool running down the side of your face. “Can’t imagine the things that we’re gonna do to you. We’re gonna ruin you, bunny. Destroy you.” You made a soft noise and it made Bucky chuckle in response, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be our pretty bunny girl. Our little cum slut.”

A noise of appreciation slipped from your throat as Steve sunk two fingers into your waiting cunt, causing you to whiner and whimper. “We’re gonna fuck every hole, bunny. Gonna give you everything. Gonna show you things you didn’t know were possible or hadn’t seen before.” Your eyes closed when suddenly Bucky’s hand tightened on your cheeks, smooching them together and forcing you to look up at him. “Eyes open, sweetheart. We’re not through with you yet.” “B-uh-ucky…” You whimpered. “St-Stevie~” You cried eyes shooting down to where he was thoroughly enjoying eating your swollen and weeping pussy.

The more that Bucky spoke and Steve acted the faster your orgasm was building, whining and babbling about how you were close only made them both smile, Bucky caressed your face, muttering soft little compliments whilst Steve pumped his fingers quicker, pummelling his fingers tips against a special spot that made your entire frame shudder and tremble. “C’mon, bunny. Cum for us. Show us how much you adore us.” Bucky pressed causing you to final succumb to your orgasm, arching your back and calling out in pure passion and ecstasy.

With the way that Steve’s fingers and tongue moved it felt as if your orgasm went on for hours, feeling completely exhausted by the time you were coming down, whining and scooting away from Steve’s frame. “Easy, Stevie…” Bucky smirked. “Let our girl breathe…” He commanded as you felt your eyes beginning to get heavier and heavier, body sinking further into the mattress. “Don’t worry, Stevie. I’ll take care of you whilst our girl rests.” Those were the last words you heard before your sleepy brain took over, you wanted to keep your eyes open to witness the delicious act but it was all too much for your body.

You were unsure how long later you awoke, eyes open and feeling the presence of two warm bodies around you. A small smile pressed to your lips as Steve slumbered nosily in front of you, arm thrown over his face and sheets pushed aside from his warm body. Just behind you Bucky tucked himself around your frame, face pressed against your back and arm slung over your hip with his hand resting on Steve’s lower stomach.

For a moment you wondered if maybe you should remove yourself and return to your room, but you felt so secure with them around you, like there wasn’t anywhere else that you were supposed to be, like everything had been leading to this moment. A smile pressed to your lips as you sank back down into the comfortable sheets and closed your eyes falling back into that peaceful slumber with ease.

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norel-ravenclaw · 1 year

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Belle Accidentally Makes A Harem~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: Original 10

Genre: Poly Romance? Semi crack

Rating: 14+ suggestive references

Word count: 2100

Description: Belle (gender neutral) accidentally falls in love with all of the princes - and they each fall for Belle.

They really didn't mean to.

One day they were working in a bookshop, and the next, an attractive asshole had a sword to their throat. Then they were kidnapped by another shady, attractive man. This belle may have trembled a bit, but not really out of fear. And then... well, one thing led to another.

First, it was Rio Ortiz.

You know the story - a kind rescue, teaching a lost soul to love life and to love people. This stranger with their books and kind words, sweet smiles, earnest efforts.

How could he not come to love such a transparent and golden heart? The first person to not want anything from him.

He wouldn't give them up for the world.

Next, it was Prince Leon.

After the incident at the festival, and then the unexpected trauma of being dragged into the dangerous and stressful world of grueling lessons and politics, the fourth Prince insisted on taking Belle out to help them relax. To make them smile again. And oh, did it work. Belle danced and drank and sang, and then ranted a bit. And damn if it wasn't the most adorable and... surprisingly wise bit of rambling he'd ever heard. Huh, Belle had more to them than he ever would have guessed at a glance.

And so by the end of the night, both a little bit tipsy, (pretending maybe to be a bit more drunk than they really were...) they shared a quick kiss before going to bed. A harmless thing; just a little kiss after a great date...

Until there was another. And then another. More blushes, more laughter, more teasing. More wise words and accepting expressions of support. Honesty, openness, hope for the future and love for the people. Ideas bled into what neither could deny they wanted to be plans. Until Leon could imagine no more perfect person by their side, holding his hand, his heart, his future, his hope. Him.

Next, it was Prince Clavis.

He attempted to kidnap Belle for a tour of the palace, and of course an introduction to the Leluchian Trap Series (tm). But, much to the lavender menace's shock and delight, Belle pickpocketed a vial from (one of his many) belts/pockets(?). A bit of sleight of hand and it was gone, with the promise that it would be returned the next morning on the condition that the Prince of Chaos would allow the poor little Belle to properly adapt to this extreme situation (take pity on their anxiety, you brute). And, being a gentleman, he couldn't refuse such an earnest plea.

But it wasn't until a couple weeks had passed that the panther was well and truly caught in their trap. This Belle proved to have a delightfully manic mind that produced the most amusing things. They shocked the whole palace with their easy avoidance of every trap. (Even shocking Chevalier, who watched as they purposely tripped a wire and caught the falling vial in their jacket before it could shatter and release its contents.)

They were a delight when drunk... until they weren't. Too honest. Cutting too deeply. Clavis had never felt so vulnerable, so enraged, so exposed. Every nerve alight with pain when exposed to the air - to the eyes of the perceptive Belle. Who then promptly began sobbing. Every instinct fought inside him as he knew they needed to get back to the palace safely, and... what's this? "I love you Clavis, stop treating yourself and everyone else so badly. Stop hurting yourself by pushing everyone away and hurting them too." His hand caressed their head as they sniffed and sniffed. Until he was sniffing too. Yep, time for a sleeping potion. He slung them over his shoulder and made his way back to the palace, cursing their honesty and feeling his heart tear at the thought of never having another fun conversation with them...

No, he couldn't let them go now. If Belle loved him, he would be sure to let them love him as much as their heart could stand...

Next, it was Prince Jin.

Clavis had said something about Belle defining being a lady/gentleman/gentleperson much the same way he defined being a gentleman. Jin soon found out what his brother had meant by that. Belle was not shy about what they wanted, about their sensuality. Their confidence and easy nature made them more and more attractive to him. Watching them eat, dance, laugh... Belle made him happy. He wanted to drink less because talking to them first thing before their lessons with Sariel had become his favourite part of the morning.

So when Belle bumped into him early one evening, their cheeks flushed, their fists clenched tight... He was ready and willing to help them... relive their tension~ (He was so willing, he helped relieve them of their voice come morning. Whoops.) They were so adorable, so sexy, so honest about their desires, Jin was tempted to break his rule of only once.

With every day that passed, that temptation grew and grew. As did his affection. Until he couldn't stand it anymore. Maybe just one more night would let him be done with this...

Next, it was Lord Sariel.

Everyone was singing Belle's praises. Even the ministers wouldn't shut up about them. How hard working, how kind, how thoughtful, fashionable, creative, sweet, fun, strong, admirable, wise.

His student was always earnest in their studies. Always fighting their fatigue to listen to his lectures. Diligently taking and organizing notes, pushing to read every book. All of this led him to favour his good little student.

But adding how adorable they were when he teased them, their fierce blush when they dared to teased him back~ He wanted to tease them more and more. Every time they looked tired, overwhelmed, depressed, discouraged, his desire to sweep them into his arms and turn their sighs and tiny groans of frustration into... something else. And so, bold Belle that they were, he decided to try with them.

Next thing he knew, he had a new submissive under his control. So obedient, so fearful and lusty and adorable... He broke every rule and took them to his bed. None of the ministers would dare steal so much of his pet's time now. His precious student that he was ever so proud of~ (Doing so good to keep reading while he... ahem.)

Next, was Prince Luke.

Belle had approached him early on, in the gardens, looking so overwhelmed. He pushed gently to know what they wanted, and finally they admitted that they selfishly wanted him to come to lessons with them... so they wouldn't have to do it all alone. Fail alone... They looked so small and helpless in that moment, the big bear agreed to hang out with them now and then.

Soon now and then became all the time. They seemed so happy when he got along with his brothers, when he helped them with their assignments and organizing notes. They were so happy to try honey recipes with him and sneak off to the gardens and abandoned guest rooms for naps and cuddles.

Soon cuddle sessions began in the evenings too, then... then a bath together. Then... He found himself wanting to protect them, their smile. They were so hopeful for the future, so full of good ideas and passion.

Maybe, just maybe, there was another way... A way that would let him stay with them and protect them forever.

Next, it was Prince Chevalier.

He was stunned into silence the first time Belle approached him. Demanding an audience. Demanding to know if he intended to honour the Belle system or seize the throne anyway. They didn't flinch meeting his eye. They... raised a brow when his sword again touched their throat? They... promised to be efficient in handling the questioning process, pointing out that only he himself could answer most of the necessary questions. ...And so he allowed them.

Each time they came with questions - in depth, well thought out - topics of humanity and morality arose. And Belle, looking far too young to have such certain opinions, stated philosophy like fact. Goodness - happiness - is the meaning of life. Therefore, the one rule of humanity is to never unnecessarily take away from the happiness and well-being of others. Love is the choices and sacrifices made for one's happiness and wellbeing.

...

Just like that, a single sentence, and a room full of books on the subject suddenly became unnecessary. Gathered so long to the point of distraction, and this stranger, this peasant off the street - they touched his neglected soul. And his mind? "Well of course it makes sense that you're like this. You seem to be lacking oxytocin, which causes... and... subsequently... Just like me."

...Oh. So that's why this Belle is so analytical. That's why they lack fear. That's why we get along. That's why... He's looking for them constantly, he's awaiting their next audience, he's wondering what they thought of the book he lent them. ...He's falling. Hard. Someone so practical and earnest, so honest and deeply compassionate, so strong and resilient, splendiferously passionate. Everything he isn't, everything he needs, everything he never knew he wanted. ...How foolish.

Next, was Prince Licht.

They had instantly recognized the shadows in each other's eyes. When you seem them every day, it becomes easier to spot in others. Belle turned up the sunshine, and Licht tried to avoid them. He didn't want to hurt them...

And Belle was desperate not to hurt him. But finally, they dared to offer - they understood the nature of such darkness. They could listen, or just keep silent company, or even tell them about the mind and trauma and what might help. So desperate to make it better somehow. And... it worked. Just a little bit. But when you're at the bottom of the abyss, a little bit closer to the light is never just a little thing.

And soon, everyone noticed his comments weren't quite as dire, his expression would soften more. Yves cried when he smiled and laughed at one of Belle's jokes. So did Nokto, behind closed doors. Miracle worker, angel - fallen or not.

Licht would join them in the gardens, for tea, for dancing practice, for a night in town, for a midnight mental health comfort session after nightmares. Once, he found them curled up in the garden with Luke, looking so small and distressed, he joined them, holding Belle close until the tears stopped.

He couldn't ever let them go now.

Next, was Prince Yves.

The capricious cat took a while to come around to the whole idea. A commoner? Sent to judge him? This was a nightmare. Everyone hated the half-blood prince from Obsidian.

But oh how quickly they turned his days into a dream.

They baked with him in the kitchen, helped him sew new clothes, took tea together nearly every day.

They were able to reach Licht, his beloved little brother. And that, more than anything, allowed him to open his heart to them. This commoner saw him, in spite of it all - his heritage, his tsundere nature, his position, his money. He was seen, and he was appreciated, trusted, liked.

He was terrified by how hard he fell for them.

Finally, was Prince Nokto.

Nokto had to be certain this meddlesome person wouldn't hurt his twin. But his investigation led to frustration. ...You know the kind. But more than that, frustration with himself.

This aggravating person saw through every wall, called him out on his maladaptive habits. It was infuriating. But more than that it was just depressing as hell. And yet, they stayed. After calling him out, they stayed and listened. Unlike all the others who came and went in his life, Belle didn't want anything from him. At least, not money or power or sex. They just... wanted him to be okay.

And it was that, finally, that got him to let down a portion of a wall to let them in. They were good for Licht, and they made Clavis more bearable, and even king highness. So, he let them approach more.

By the time he realized that now he was the one approaching Belle, it was too late.

And so, the one called Belle had accidentally won the hearts of the most powerful men in the country.

None of the men would relinquish their treasure... yet seeing the joy Belle had with the others... unexpected and unconventional thoughts crept in.

Until... someone made the suggestion - what if we share?

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 months

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I don't usually read college romance books because they don't work for me. But I love Kristen Callihan so I read her Game On series. And it's so good. I love all the books but the hook up is my favourite. You should read them if you haven't. If you have though, can you recommend some contemporary romances. God knows I only trust your recommendation. We have similar tastes.

I have read those, and I enjoy them quite a bit! Also not a huge fan of college romances (though I guess, to be fair, those dip out of college fairly quickly) but I like those, especially the first two. (The Friend Zone is my favorite of the bunch—and I typically dislike friends to lovers.)

Some great contemporaries (outside of erotic romance, which is like... my favorite kind of contemporary, lol):

You, Again by Kate Goldbeck. I really like this one! It's a genderflipped When Harry Met Sally retelling with an uptight chef who just wants to settle down with someone and a freewheeling standup comedian. They meet when they realize that they're both sleeping with the same woman, are sorta enemies for years, then become friends after her marriage falls apart. It's funny, it has heart, there's a lot of "the lines of this friendship are ridiculously blurred". Again, a rare friends to lovers that works!

The Other Side of Disappearing by Kate Clayborn. This is Kate's most recent release, and while I do like Georgie, All Along and totally get the hype, this one is probably my favorite I've read of hers (I'm not SUPER well-read with Kate yet though, I need to work on that). It's about sisters who go on this road trip with a famous podcaster and her protegee (who happens to be a HUGE ex football player who's quiet and secretly has heart aplenty) to find their mother, who ran off with a notorious conman years ago. There's a lot of like... quiet romance in this one. Very original, too.

Alexis Hall is always a rec of mine, but Glitterland is one of my favorites of his. It's a m/m romance in which a snarky, jaded formerly successful writer hooks up with a glittery sparkly random and then they accidentally spend a weekend together, and sort of unintentionally end up in a relationship despite being total opposites? Super emotional and super hilarious. One of my favorite depictions of bipolar disorder.

Forget Me Not and Not Another Love Song by Julie Soto. Ooooh so good. Forget Me Not is about a wedding planner who's very afraid of emotional intimacy having to work with a florist she used to hook up with (before she broke his heart) on a high profile wedding, and Not Another Love Song is about rival classical musicians competing for the same first chair spot. While he's obsessively composing songs about her. PERF.

Chef's Kiss and Triple Sec by TJ Alexander. Chef's Kiss is about a broke woman getting roped into helping this French guy who's like, the heir to his giant rich restaurant family, complete this ancestral cooking challenge... And they're fake dating... And he's paying her to be his fake girlfrined... It's wild lol. Another bonus: they're both trans, which is super hard to find in romance. Triple Sec is a poly romcom about a bartender who starts dating this sparkly lawyer lady, with the twist being that the sparkly lawyer lady has a spouse and they're very ethically poly. But then the bartender and the spouse also start having some unresolved tension... GREAT. Love this one. Very hot, very emotional, but also funny? Really into TJ Alexander.

The Next Best Fling by Gabriella Gamez. A recent release, in which a librarian who's long been in love with her best friend finds out he's gotten engaged... And then walks in on his BROTHER rehearsing a spiel to the new fiancee, confessing his love. Which leads to her fake dating the brother, which leads again to them being in a real situationship. Great book, has some awesome stuff about library issues happening right now, some of my favorite plus size rep in a while, and... he tosses her around a bit.

I looove Kylie Scott. In general, recommend her Stage Dive series about a rock band and their loves and lives. My favorites are Lead and Deep, but I'd recommend reading them in order for the full effect—those two especially have some payoff factors. I also really like her recent lightly magical contemporaries, like The Last Days of Lilah Goodluck (the heroine is told she's dying imminently by a psychic who also gives her a lot of other accurate predictions... including the name of her soulmate, and a man with that name just showed up, and he's the gruff ILLEGITIMATE SON OF THE KING OF ENGLAND LMAO).

Kennedy Ryan is one of my favorite authors—her All the King's Men duology is a rather dramatic, high stakes contemporary (the heroine is a Navajo activist turned political consultant who finds herself running the campaign of a billionaire's son... after having a torrid affair with his brother years ago). I also looove Reel, which is about a famous director finding his muse in an up and coming actress as they fall in love on set.

Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy's Christmas Notch series is finishing this September, and I can't recommend them enough. You can read them close to the holiday or not, but they're basically these super hot, super funny, and super emotional romances about sex workers, Hallmark-style Christmas movies, and this weird little Christmas-themed town. Some of my favorite contemporaries ever.

Tracey Livesay's Duchess books are so fun!! Must be read in order, kicks off with American Royalty, which is about a nerdy, camera-shy, uptight Prince of England organizing a charity concert which calls in a famous American rapper... and the attraction is ELECTRIC. It's been pitched as "what if Harry and Meghan were Harry and MEGAN (Thee Stallion)" and honestly... accurate in the best possible way.

Annika Martin's Billionaires of Manhattan series is soooo funny, yet they also come through with some emotional serves? The Billionaire's Wake-up-Call-Girl is still my favorite, though I also love The Billionaire's Fake Fiancee. And in general it's really fun.

Reckless by Stella Rhys is so good! I should really read more of her. It's basically about a boss and his assistant/Girl Friday/work wife beginning a situationship after she finds out her fiance is cheating on her. The plot isn't revolutionary, but you FEEEEL a lot and it's super hot.

Of course I love Helen Hoang's books, starting with The Kiss Quotient. So very good. I'd also recommend Angelina M. Lopez, especially Lush Money. And if you want more Kristen Callihan, her VIP series is also really good (I'd skip the first book though personally—Managed, however, is FABULOUS).

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels

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lanaevyssmoved · 1 year

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👀 what if I was interested in that Gale poly rant but in a positive way?

LKSJFDLKFJGDFG i can't use the rant on you then because it would be too clinical and i would angry swear sometimes probably

but honestly like. first we need to talk about halsin . wait first we need to talk about poly as a sexuality

i'm going to try and not turn this into a massive character analysis or analysis of queer identity in media etc so i will attempt to retain my humour throughout to ground me

people who are poly tend to sit on either side of a coin. poly is a preferred state of relationship, or just a state of relationship they enjoy, and they can do just fine with monogamy, and everything is chill - ultimate relaxed person mode. the other side is the group of poly individuals who view poly as important to them and their sexual identity as being straight or gay or bisexual or pansexual or any other identity. for them it is part of the queer umbrella and it is fundamental to their being, they can't turn it off, they can't be ok with monogamy, this is who they are.

for reference, halsin is the latter. poly is part of his sexual identity.

halsins poly rep is, spoken from a poly person, ok. it is ok. it's not good, it's not bad. it's mostly the stuff around halsin i don't like. (and i am not going to talk about his drow situation, for reference, because that shit goes beyond poly rep.) making halsin token poly, for lack of a better word, would realistically be fine in most situations, in fact i've talked with aisling about this and i would have preferred they made him poly with no poly options in the game to go with him over what we got - we can't forget he was added late, he isn't as fleshed out, he feels a bit misplaced sometimes, and his poly goes hand in hand with that. he could have existed as a poly character, which nearly all wood elves are in canon, without shoving in some poly options for him with existing companions who would explore that with anyone else despite the game allowing you to romance those companions with the other companions if you play as them? and they flirt with each other in banter quite regularly? i don't know. it feels very like, o shit we gotta make him poly he's a wood elf! and he's a druid! but we have no options for him! who are the easiest to add without it feeling odd??? like idk. it doesn't feel great from a poly pov, and if you enjoy like halsin x shart x tav or halsin x astarion x tav that's totally cool - i am not dismissing these at all because i don't fucking care about canon so even if it didn't exist in canon in a way i don't really like, i would still be cool with it.

our poly rep leaves much to be desired, tldr.

i am happy it exists, however. and my hope is that one day in the future when we have an rpg where every romance option is bisexual or pansexual that they are also poly. that is my ultimate ideal for the future of these situations in gaming. i know some people are uncomfortable with poly, but that's why we refer to what i first said. you can have characters like halsin where it is fundamental to their being - they will never be monogamous, you cannot change them. but you can also have individuals who are cool with monogamy if you're not comfortable with polyamory. i want characters who will date each other on their own, and you can join the polycule, or get involved with just one of them. i want devs to be open minded and not give us a token polyamorous character and instead explore it in better ways.

i have known many poly people, i've dated poly people of both sides of the coin, i've been involved with people who are married to someone they don't live with but have nesting partners (a partner they live with who isn't their spouse) and multiple partners on the side and follow the hierarchy side of poly. my ex helped me understand poly as a sexuality and they also didn't subscribe to poly hierarchy and all their partners would be equal. poly is an expansive identity and it deserves the attention and respect other queer identities do.

a poly person creating poly ships and poly situationships with a character or characters who are confirmed monogamous is the same to me as a gay person creating gay ships and gay situationships with a character or characters who are confirmed straight. and that might be divisive, because many people, including queer people are not ready for or not comfortable with polyamory yet in their spaces. now i can be respectful of people who have trauma around polyamory because they were involved with someone who used it as a weapon - usually done by someone who isn't actually poly. but we as poly people deserve to take up space, we deserve to be in your media, we deserve respect, we deserve to be represented well.

and if video game devs aren't going to do that for me, you bet your ass i'm gonna do it for myself. no one can take that power for me.

what exists in my game doesn't have to mean shit for yours - it doesn't exist in yours. it is a thing i do for me to make me happy. if anyone gets upset about that they need to go outside.

please don't cast a witches curse on me

i might come back to edit this ... i haven't proof read it..... this was just screaming <3 i'm too tired to read my own words back

#fray.txt #ask #Anonymous #HEY I SAID I WOULD TRY TO KEEP MY HUMOUR UP AND SHIT BUT #I FAILED!!!!!!#I GOT SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#cannot quell my passions #if there is one thing my ex did for me that was good #it was help me see all sides of poly and the beauty of it #to love so openly and freely and willingly #it is so beautiful #and you bet your sweet ass i'm gonna throw that on my clown with all my might #because they deserve to love so easily #and gale accepts them for who they are #AND YOU BET YOUR ASS I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF SOMEONE DON'T LIKE THAT !!!!!!!!!!!#LEARN TO LOVE LOVE #AND LEARN TO STAY IN UR LANE!!!!!!!!!!!!#hehe........ i care about this topic <3

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thelastbraincellofthehive · 2 years

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I'm rewatching Wednesday (again) and I just gotta say:

Having Jenna Ortega being so adorably short and Gwendoline Christie being so awesomely tall in so many scenes together was such a great idea? I love it, I love them both, I really hope Weems will be back next season.

I seriously still can't believe how shippeable Weems and Morticia are for some reason lol like, the show literally goes 'yeah they both had feelings for Gomez so Larissa really doesn't like Morticia' and my brain just goes 'ok so they should totally date right? Obviously a poly GomezxMorticiaxLarissa is the only way this goes!' lol

I've been watching reactions and I just love how everyone sees Enid in chapter one and are like, cautiously interested in the oposites dynamic but afraid She's gonna be annoying (we all remember Amanda lol) and then by chapter 2 Enid has already been adopted and must be protected. That's ver power.

Listening to Xavier talk about how psychic powers are influenced by emotions and Wednesday is not great on that front makes me question if maybe that's actually why her visions always became true. Weems says that Morticia's visions were very unreliable but the show again and again shows us that Wednesday's are not. Maybe it's because her emotions are not jnterfering that much (which makes me very curious to see her visions become more vague and unreliable as she opens up in future seasons, it would make for an interesting plot point if she notices she's feeling more probably thanks to and for Enid and having to decide if those feelings are worth losing her impartial visions)

I'm also hoping Thornhill Is back next season because Cristina Ricci, c'mon Netflix you know you want her!

While I'm very into the fandom side of Wenclair (you guys are really awesome), I'm still a firm believer that Wednesday needs to make it up to Enid because Enid was not treated fairly by her until very late in the season. And also, that Wednesday needs to learn how to be a good friend before romance gets involved. If (and I hope when) they go with the Wenclair router, I think a mid/slow burn is necessary.

But I wouldn't complain if they go fastburn I do love me some fastburn lol

I kinda want Pugsley to get into Nevermore next season too. Why isn't he here? ... Well, probably Nevermore would crumble in pieces with both Addams siblings there at the same time tho lol.

Also going back to the Wenclair thing, it's gonna be so funny and weird if the show never references an Addams family curse or Enid knowing greek or any of the things the fandom just collectibly accepted lol that's why I love ship fandoms.

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wenclair #just salem rambling around #i'm going crazy waiting for next season #please netflix don't ruin this #long post

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michu-writes · 2 years

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🐉 K, so...... I never played Omori, but I wanna give you something to write, so how about just general dating headcanons with Hero and Kel? You can do them separately or as a poly ship, either way, is fine. Hope that satisfies you and you'll have fun writing this. Love you! <3

A/N: I KNOW YOU HAVENT PLAYED OMORI AND HAVE LITTLE TO NO KNOWLEDGE ABT IT BUT THIS MADE ME CACKLE

Kel and Hero are brothers so- no poly headcanons ofc BUT SEPERATELY I WILL DO!!! Thank you for requesting dear anon <3

Hero

Malewife? Manwhore? You're lucky to have him as a boyfriend. He's one of the (only) most respectful cis men out there, no joke /j.

He'll shower you with kisses and bring food to your bed !!!!! Hero loves cuddling with you too after a long day of studying just to clear his mind. You both would also cook or bake something together!!! Doesn't matter if you're good or bad at it, because you'll always succeed as long as Herj is with you el oh el.

You guys met in Faraway town a few weeks before he was gonna leave for college at the park. You noticed he looked lonely and uneasy in a way, so you decided to talk to him. He stated he just needed some fresh air and so did you!! You guys eventually became friends and found out you were both gonna attend in the same college, so that is great!

Unfortunately, you guys didn't end up in the same dorm but you both still visited each other at anytime you could!! You still saw each other all around the campus but still yeyeyeye. Anyways he had a little hard time opening up to you,,, but he did tell you about Mari eventually. You felt really bad and awful for him, that must be a really really hard thing to go through at such a young age. You told him everything was gonna be fine and she's in a much better place now. After that you both pretty much got closer and the story goes on!!!

After like a year or two of being buds to good buds to best buds, you finally confessed and he surprisingly felt the same way!! Kel and his dad pretty much knew the whole time, but his mom kept denying it and saying "they're just best friends……."

But when you and Hero came back home from college, he asked if you wanted to meet his family face to face (because you have only been able to video chat with them whenever you were hanging out with Hero in your dorms) and you gladly said yeah. Everyone welcomed you as family and was happy for both of you. Kel May or may not have been like "Ew romance" but that's just how he is. His mom though was like "Oh!" and just needed a moment to process because she never thought Hero would get a s/o anytime soon. But she greeted you and was very nice so no worries!!!

One time you were visiting Hero and you both had to babysit Sally because everyone else was away. He was just done making lunch and was about to tell you until he saw you on the couch. He couldn't help but shed a tear of how cute and gentle you were with Sally, he instantly knew you'd be an awesome parent if you wanted to!!!

You were a bit worried about why he was crying but he quickly said you were just adorable when you were all cuddled up with his little sister. Sally was all fast asleep beside you while you snuggled her up close to your chest as you were watching TV with a blanket.

10/10 boyfriend, would recommend.

Kel

This kinda depends of how much energy you got because if you're like leaning more into the calm and relaxed type, you'll just watch him being a complete idiot in awe. He likes it because he knows your don't mind his chaotic nature (most of the time). But if you match his energy, oh god. Everything will go down hill. You'll both at least commit 5 crimes in a day. It might be really fun, but you both need someone to stop you. Like Hero perhaps.

You have known each other for a long time ever since the whole gang even formed. You both were best friends and was the only people who didn't close off which you both can agree were greatful for. You would invite him to do something to keep his mind off of things for a bit after Mari's death, and all the stress and worries about Hero. It helped and he just couldn't stop thanking you. His parents adores you for trying your best. Kel also helps you too in many different ways, you guys have each other.

When Sunny finally left his house to hangout with Kel before he moved away, they both invited you to tag along, in which you gladly agreed on. Sunny noticed the tension between you two and pointed it out. Let's just say you were both a red burning mess after that.

Sunny was kinda the one who egged Kel on to confess to confess to you because of the obvious crush, so thanks to him.

Kel usually asks Hero for relationship advices. He would also ask his dad, but they're always so long and dumb in his opinion.

He !!! Loves !!!!! Going out !!!!!! On dates !!!!!! You guys can also stay inside. His favorite dates are maybe going on a stroll at night or a movie night. During the strolls, you guys just just look at the night sky and admire the stars and moon while holding hands and rant about your favorite things ! During the movie nights, you just lay on the sofa with snacks in the table, a blanket covering the two who was all cuddled up, probably watching some horror or action movie.

Kel loves to creep up on you and scare you when you're not looking, he finds your reaction hilarious.

Will always hold your hand or have his arm around your shoulders. He'll also give you random hugs and kisses anywhere at all (unless you don't like pda which is totally fine). He's so sweet and goofy.

#omori #omocat #omori kel #omori hero #kel x reader #hero x reader #x reader #x y/n #reader insert #headcanon #fanfiction #Omori x reader

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alexissara · 2 years

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I Don't Know Which One is Love Volume 1 Review

Note - This Manga currently has not been officially translated, you should bother Manga companies to release Volume 1 then buy it if you end up liking it too.

So this is a manga I saw on Pixiv randomly browsing Yuri and then I had to find scanslations cuz this art featured above made me think, "Poly lesbians, I'm in". It didn't end up being that but a lesbian Harem manga which has potential to go into the Polyamarous route, I hope it does but for Volume 1, I accept a bit of monogamy brain. Plus it's by the creator of Cheery Amnesia which is the series that helped me start to deal with my fear of memory loss and just a story I love a lot.

The story starts off by showing a bit of lesbian reality, the protagonist getting rejected by her long term crush in high school when she finds out she got a boyfriend. Her dreams and heart crushed she is determined to get a girlfriend as she enters college. 5 women meet her each of which instantly start to fall for her. Some are more blunt while others are more subdued, we get a look at each in their own chapter with chapter 1 and chapter 6 being chapters where we get to see a higher amount of the girls and even a little bit of the interaction. There is a flow between the girls in her new college life and it moves smoothly.

Romance here is very fast pace, our protagonist is in love instantly and most the women are falling for her instantly and falling deeper the most they hang out. So far we haven't gone super super deep into any character but we have seen some interiority for each of the 5 women. I really enjoy the blazing hot pace and much prefer it to slow burn and this is a thing that really makes this series stand out to me. The first volume ending with someone asking her to be her girlfriend and then another girl walking into the room.

I think this story really shows a cute sense of humor, gags are mostly in over the top reactions and great facial reactions but it's solid for a story that is trying to keep a fast pace, it doesn't need big jokes. The art style is very cute but not in a way that makes the horniness creepy, everyone is clearly an adult and drawn like them. As of chapter 7 the horny doesn't turn into sex and it is mostly people desiring other people. I like that each girl represents on of the 5 senses in their desire for Mei [our protag], it's a cute way to short hand a difference in attraction. It's rare to get a bigger look into desire and it is something most harems totally fail to do.

This story features Student/Teacher relationships as one of the 5 relationships. While it doesn't bother me at all when their both adults and as of this volume because of the power dynamics she actively choses to not go further with the student, yet. I know this is a very potentially triggering subject so I think anyone going in should know, hey if you don't like this, it's there maybe skip this one. I should also warn that there is a character who is not really following consentful boundaries, our protagonist likes it and is pretty happy about it but still this is also potentially upsetting.

Personally I really loved this manga and I really want to see more of it, I hope it's successful. I have worries about a potential forced "I can only have one GF" route as a polyam as fuck girl I can't relate to that. What I can relate to is a bunch of girls being in love with me and me loving them back. I really hope to see more of that going forward but this volume served as a perfect introduction to the characters an world and I hope we can see these loves all develop and bloom.

5/5 Stars

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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Omg chaos prompts

You'd marry me if I asked, right?

Sweet tarts, bonus points if they're not actually dating when it's said 😆

"You'd marry me if I asked right?"

Carrie lowers her book to see Reggie sitting across from her, cheeky grin in place as he snags half of her cookie. "Hello to you too Reginald."

"Oh yeah, hey. So...?"

Carrie sighs, marking her place, knowing she wasn't getting back to her book any time soon. "Why are you asking me this? You don't need a green card or anything right?"

"Nope, it's to prove a point to Flynn," Reggie replies, popping in the last bite of cookie, and flags down the waiter to get her a new one, plus a coffee for himself.

"Dare I even ask?'

"I was whining to Flynn about being single," Reggie starts.

"Lianni dump you already?" Carrie snipes, getting the other half of her cookie before he can reach for it.

He shrugs. "You know the drill, she wanted a good time with a rock star, I wanted a loving relationship, and never the twain shall meet."

"You also have terrible taste in girls," Carrie snarks.

"Which was just what Flynn said!" Reggie exclaims. "She said that if all I really wanted was a loving relationship I should just marry a friend, and it would all sort itself out."

"And this led to you asking me?" Carrie narrows her eyes.

"Well I can't ask Julie, she and Luke are hella engaged already. Flynn doesn't like guys other than aesthetically, Kayla is aro, and I don't know the other Candis all that well."

"You are bi, you could always ask a guy," Carrie replied, taking a long sip of her latte.

"Well Luke is with Julie, Alex is with Willie, and none of them are poly. Nick ended in disaster and no offense to Bobby, but he and I barely managed to be roommates during college, no way would we be able to handle being married," Reggie said, ticking off each name as he said them.

"You need more friends," Carrie stated.

"Maybe, maybe," Reggie sighed. "Don't take it like you're my last choice or anything. But you're the best one."

"As rom-com as the whole married to your best friend idea is," Carrie said, "I would prefer to be in love with the man I intend to marry."

"And you don't love me."

"Not romantically, no."

"Could you?" Reggie asked.

Carrie sighed, putting down her cup. "Reggie, while I do agree that a friendship is a great basis for romance, I don't think us getting married would work out well. I'm driven and a perfectionist. You're all go with the flow and easy going."

"You ever heard the phrase opposites attract?" he asked with a smile.

"You know leading psychologists say that they may attract but they almost always repel each other way shortly afterwards," Carrie replied.

"So that's it? Cruel rejection and a lifetime alone?" Reggie said, hamming it up, throwing his hand to his forehead and Carrie couldn't help but giggle.

"Reggie, you're a great guy, someone just hasn't seen it yet," she assured him, reaching over to pat his free hand. "Tell you what, if we're both still single by 35, ask me again and I'll be your back up."

"Sounds good," Reggie said, polishing off his coffee. "So no to the marriage?'

"For now, yes," she said, giving him a kind smile and picking up her book once more.

"How about a date?"

She looked at him, his earnest expression, the hopeful look in his eyes. Reggie was cute, sweet, really talented and hell, Carrie hadn't been on a date since dumping awful Colin. "Why the fuck not?"

"Sweet!" Reggie exclaimed. "Pick you up at seven?"

"Sounds good," Carrie stated, and waved as he went off, a skip in his step. And found even though she picked up where she left off in her book, she couldn't concentrate, too consumed by the thoughts of the date.

The date that turned out to be the best one she'd ever been on, capped with a kiss that made her toes curl.

And the next time Reggie proposed? It was for real-as was the super enthusiastic yes she gave in reply.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

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For me at least I ship Karlach and Astarion the most because I think it creates an interesting dichotomy for both of them other ships dont get.

Astarion whose used to being sexual to get people to like him and doesnt know another way is forced to step back because he cant jump straight into seductive vampire persona with Karlach

Karlach whose touch starved as hell and is in the worst dry spell is with someone who shows a clear interest in her but she cant interact on that level with. Her already being a character who wants a physical bond but has to gain a purely emotional one first

Theyre a ship where their individual issues with intimacy (physical and emotional) have an interesting mesh I think you dont get as much in Lae'zel

Interesting! I personally don't get it but again, I think shipping Karlach and Astarion is totally fine; The Whole Camp Polycule is great fun to me and I think the dynamics between every character individually are interesting. All I was saying was 16% vs 3% between Astarion vs Lae'zel is Telling imo because Lae'zel and Karlach make a lot of sense to me.

That said, my thoughts on Karlach/Astarion:

Karlach being as touch starved and sexually potent as she is makes her one of the least suited characters for Astarion in my mind. Obviously that tension is Interesting, but I think it'd get in the way ultimately. Obviously Karlach isn't going to be weird about having sex, you can play her romance nonsexually and shes very sweet, but shes still very eager and a little (ok, a lot) desperate, which is understandable. Karlach is living on limited time and wants to indulge in things barred from her for all of her adult life to the fullest while she can. Either way they could just be poly so thats not really a problem! I guess what I'm actually saying is I personally don't find sexual restraint something interesting for Karlach's character. I think it'd be kind of tragic tbh.

Karlach pretty much has to build a purely emotional bond first with Anyone shes seeing because of the engine needing to be fixed. Its something she can remark on as a change in her usual dating if you romance her. Which suits what you said, but also isn't something I see as unique with Astarion.

There is one thing I do see as an interesting, unique dynamic between Karlach and Astarion. Karlach is romantically delayed; shes basically emotionally a teenager with dating and shes playing catch up as quick as she can with what time she has. That makes her kind of gullible and earnest and quick to fall, but also aware of that, and therefore prone to shame about this stuff. Shes pretty sensitive, especially about rejection and feeling like shes special to someone.

Meanwhile, Astarion is JADED jaded, and heavily traumatised. He has layers of self protective coping strats, hes guarded, hes cold, hes unlearning a lot of shit, hes learning how to have agency of his own body while its actively invaded by a parasite. Dudes going through it! And I Do think that stark difference could be interesting. Karlach has a lightness and excitement that Astarion wouldn't have experienced in like, 200 years. Their opposite deals would bring a lot of tension, possible healing, hot vs cold, ect ect.

But ultimately, in my mind, I think Astarion would find Karlach needy and too sweet, and he'd hate that, and I think Karlach wouldn't feel very reassured by Astarion because of his flippant, glib ways. I think they'd lose patience with each other, and they'd find a romantic relationship pretty emotionally tumultuous. They wouldn't meet a lot of each others specific needs very well. But hey, thats what poly is for

#ask #bg3

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 1 year

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Hey! Hope you're doing great!

Can you do John brown, Charles Phipps and S/O in a poly relationship? (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

I hope you're doing great too!!

here we go, two Very Good Bois :D

… So, it appears (Name) has a type, do they? Two strong and silent men in loyal service to the Queen, both of them hopelessly devoted to the same person. Honestly, the best romance authors of the time would be jealous that they didn’t think up the plot before it happened in real life!

Both men are quite busy, as being attendants to Her Majesty naturally takes up a good deal of time. However, there are two other men in the mix who isn’t there because of his feelings for (Name): Grey and Ash. They’re Phipps and John’s aces in the hole, respectively. If Phipps wants to have a day/night off with his sweetheart, he bribes Grey with sweets to basically do ye olde equivalent of pulling a double shift. Likewise, if John wants some time with (Name), all he needs to do is tell Ash the truth, and the angel is delighted to put in some extra hours. Excellent wingmen, these two. Bonus points if they both do the same thing and are pleasantly surprised by getting to have an evening where the three of them are all together.

John and Phipps are so similar in matters of preference, tastes, and behavior that it’s really up to (Name) to keep things interesting in this relationship. When given a choice, it’s entirely possible that John and Phipps might choose the same thing, such as what book to read on a particular evening. That’s nice, of course, but it also makes it easy to get into a rut, for things to start to feel monotonous. With their partner around to offer alternative ideas, both of these men want to please (Name), so they’ll probably both defer to (Name) rather than their own choices. Neither of them care that much unless it happens to be a serious decision. It definitely ensures that things are never boring.

If (Name) ever manages to get themself in danger, they have two competent swordsmen who will viciously protect them from any threat. Phipps gets straight to the point with no playing around, while John is willing and able to sneak up on an enemy to dispose of them. Even if (Name) can handle themself in a fight, there’s no way either of these two will just stand by. And if either of them get hurt defending their beloved? (Name) will gladly patch them up, often with the help of whoever was uninjured. (Unless both of them somehow got themselves hurt. Then their partner makes certain to take good care of them both.)

… Yes, John has actually made a puppet of Phipps to cheer (Name) up if they happen to be missing him when he isn’t around. Funnily enough, he made it with help from Phipps himself, with his reasoning being, “If it’s a doll of me, shouldn’t I put some of myself into it?” Well, that and the fact that he’s much better at sewing than John is. It’s both hilarious and heartwarming, especially knowing that it was a collaboration effort between the two of them. While Phipps doesn’t have anything similar, he does make sure that if (Name) is missing John, they get some quality time with him as soon as possible.

To the rest of London, it’s a scandal. The Queen, though? She finds it both amusing and darling. The relationship between two of her loyal attendants and (Name) is one of the very few things which can make her crack a small smile. So, nobody dares to breathe a word of disdain about it. To do so would be questioning Her Majesty’s honor to imply that there was anyone unsavory in her employ, and Phipps and John (as well as Ash and Grey) see to it that everyone is quite aware how unacceptable that would be.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #John #Phipps #headcanons #romantic #poly #fluff #drama #UGHHHH I LOVE THEM BOTH #I wanna kiss em right on the mouth =)#one hell of a queue

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Saw we were talking about romance and I had to join (This is my first time not being ridiculously late to one of these lol)

Francis forms fleeting attachments often, but has a hard time with genuine connection. He enjoys the fun of flirtation and the honeymoon phase, but balks the second things get serious. He thought at one point he was poly (although I don’t think the victorians had a word for it), but multiple paramours didn’t stop him from getting cold feet when actual emotional vulnerability was required from him. It’s not a new development, he’s been running away from serious relationships ever since he was a teenager. Nowadays though he has a convenient justification- he believes himself to be in love with someone (The Unlucky Devil) who is very much not present. It’s very easy to pine for someone who you know will never actually return your feelings. There’s a security in the chase, in unrequited devotion. It doesn’t ask from him anything he’s afraid to give, because despite being an incredibly cowardly and selfish person, Francis places incredibly little value in his own life. Not that he’s not still heartbroken- he is. The week the Unlucky Devil spent living in his house was the best of his life. He left when Francis was no longer useful, but Francis would’ve done anything he asked to make him stay. It doesn’t matter anyways. The Unlucky Devil is gone, and Francis is alone, and even though he craves emotional intimacy he’ll never get it because he isn’t willing to put in the work

Josie doesn’t really do attachments. There’s never been a good time in her life for romance, and she hates most people anyways. The ones she can stand she can usually only stand for short periods of time, and her life has always been survival of the fittest- attachments give you something to lose. If she had the labels she might identify as ace, but when it comes to romance it’s hard to tell what’s a genuine lack of desire or just her distaste for most people

Ollie is aromantic! I don’t know if l they’d call themself that but they’re aromantic. They have no interest in settling down, but they enjoy the occasional fling and are a fiercely loyal friend. They’re very upfront about their lack of interest in romance and if the other person is alright with that, Ollie is fine to fool around. They find companionship in a vast network of friends, and while Ollie may flit in and out of their lives, they’ll always be there if they’re needed. A traditional relationship would tie them down in a way that would make them miserable, but Ollie doesn’t believe in using people. They give just as much as they take, and they’re perfectly happy with their life the way that it is, and the people closest to them understand that

(Including Vivian too bc I love him) Vivian to me is one of those people who likes the idea of romance more than he likes the actual process. He wants to be wanted, but putting in the work for someone else kind of scares him. He also has problems being emotionally vulnerable. I’m kind of starting to notice a pattern in my ocs oops. He would’ve done it, for Griz, he did really like her. But then Pages was there, and while being with Griz meant that Vivian would’ve had to do the hard work of becoming a better person, being with Pages meant Vivian could stay exactly the same and still get what he wanted. (Also, space bat fluffy). And it works out great for them- Pages wants the experience of wanting, Vivian wants to be wanted. They’re both perfectly happy with this arrangement, so while it’s definitely not an ideal relationship, it works great for them

#fallen london oc #fallen london #dr francis collins #josie lyness #ollie darling #the facetious aristocrat

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sassykattery · 2 years

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Dissolution of the Fire, Pt. 4

Let's just get right into it my dear Sinners. I don't want to keep you waiting to see what happens next.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is human, is non-poly. *Smut scene: f! receiving oral, f! receiving penetration, creampie, demon form. Some arguing.

Themes: LuciferxMC, romance, sex, scenting, slight angst, arguing

Characters: Lucifer, MC="you", Mammon, mention Diavolo

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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You knocked on the office door, but received no reply, so you slipped in, shutting the door behind you. In a flash, Lucifer had come from your flank and snatched you by the waist, pulling you into him. The scent of Diavolo was still fresh on you, and it only made him bubble with angst for you. Though you didn't know about such things, Diavolo had somewhat scented you, but this also came from being in his presence long enough while at the castle.

"I missed you," Lucifer muttered against your temple, trapping you in his arms. Immediately, you melted into him with your nose buried in his chest, inhaling his smell.

You let out a muffled sound, something akin to, "I missed you too," to him. His gloved hands raked through your locks gently, and Lucifer just enjoyed holding you in his arms again.

After several minutes, you tapped on his arm, and he finally released you and you gasped for fresh air. Swiftly, Lucifer led the both of you to one of the armchairs near the fireplace and pulled you onto his lap.

"What did you want to see me about?" you asked, getting to the point.

A smirk played on his lips, "Just for this," is all he said. He twirled a lock of your hair in his fingers, looking at you adoringly. A tinge of heat dusted your cheeks. It was rather sweet for such a proud demon to simply call you to his office just for your attention.

"Okay, then why were you staring at me at dinner? It was a little unnerving," you asked playfully.

"I truly just couldn't wait to have you in my arms, it was bordering on painful, my dove," he said smoothly. You didn't question it and just leaned into his touches.

The truth was, this demon whose lap you sat on, was obsessed with you. You were out of his sight and out of proximity for too long, and then you came home smelling of his boss, it was enough to almost pick you up from your seat at dinner and just carry you back to his bedroom to have his way with you. So, his stares were just his way of reaffirming you were there, and you were unchanged and unharmed. You brought him tremendous comfort in being nearby.

Your gaze wandered around the room, and finally landed on his desk. Lucifer watched you, curious to your thoughts. He noticed your flush had bloomed further, reaching down your neck and into your chest. Looking to where your gaze was resting, he wondered what it was that had you in such a state. Your breathing had changed, and he felt your strong heartbeat in your thighs as you sat on his.

"Something you want, dove?" he asked.

Your eyes finally darted back to his, and he saw that hungry look in your eyes, one that stirred up his own feelings of desire. He waited patiently for you to answer.

"Would it be strange to say I've fantasized about you taking me on your desk there?" you asked quietly.

Oh, my, my. Had he already corrupted you thus far? He didn't mind, he was glad to see you giving in to your wants and needs, and even happier for you to share those intimate thoughts with him.

"Not at all, my dear," he replied softly. "In fact, I implore you to tell me your fantasies, every last one of them, in great detail."

Feeling brave, you stood from his lap, and offered out your hand. He took it and stood as well, following you as you led him to his desk. It was clear of anything important, so you came around to the side with your back to it and pulled Lucifer to stand in front of you.

*Something overtook you, a feeling of prowess and confidence, and you looked up at the looming demon before you. "Undress me," you demanded.

A wicked smile graced his lips as Lucifer did what you told him to. Not one to waste time, he quickly relieved you of your garments, and now you stood bare before him.

"Lay me down on your desk," you ordered next. Carefully, holding you by your waist, he gently lifted you up onto the edge and helped you to recline back. From his vantage point above you, you looked divine, sprawled out on his desk like that.

In a low voice, Lucifer said to you, "Would it be strange of me to say that I've envisioned you over a hundred times like this?"

"Is it what you'd thought it be?" you asked shyly.

"No," he said. "It's even better." Your body felt hot by the admission. "What else did you fantasize, my dove?"

"Kneel between my legs," you whispered your next order. He smirked, rather enjoying this little fantasy he was helping you to play out.

After discarding his overcoat and rolling his shirt sleeves up, he knelt down, and now his head, neck, and shoulders were visible just above your thighs. You looked down at him and nearly creamed just from the sight of him like that.

"And now?" he asked.

"Please me with your mouth," you commanded. Oh, MC, you naughty little thing. He loved this side of you, telling him what to do but leaving it to his interpretation to execute your orders. You didn't need the pact here, Lucifer was more than happy to satiate your desires.

He adjusted your thighs to rest on his shoulders, and he hovered his mouth near your core, your arousal stimulating his senses. You rested your head back and stared at the ceiling. The feeling of his hot breath on your aching pussy was hammering away at your confidence, and if you had to look at him, you were afraid you'd try to run away. You enjoyed every minute of this, but it required you to be more vulnerable to ask for what you wanted, and it was an unfamiliar territory for you.

"MC," he cooed to you softly.

You brought yourself up to your elbows to look at him, and that's when he attacked your clit with his tongue. The image there, of him kneeling before you to eat you out, while you watched, was pornographic, a beautifully curated scene. He wanted to watch your reaction as he used his mouth to please you for the first time.

He moaned at the taste of your heat, you were sinfully delectable to him, and his enthusiasm showed in the way he mercilessly flicked his tongue over your clit repeatedly. Your face was that of shock and amazement at the new sensations. It took little time for your sweet moans to increase in frequency and volume. Though, when he slipped his tongue into your entrance, teasing you with little flicks, those moans turned to whines. You were starting to get close, and your thighs tensed up, trapping him in place, to which, he didn't mind of course.

Taking control over your pleasure, you stayed up, leaning on one elbow, and brought your other arm out to rake your fingers through his beautiful raven hair. You held his head in one place where it felt particularly good and rocked your hips into his tongue. Lucifer watched in awe, and he truly loved seeing you enjoying yourself like this.

A series of repeated "Oh's," came out of your mouth as you quickly found your release, grinding yourself into his mouth. Your fingers curled into his locks, and your expression went from contortions of intense pleasure to bliss as you came undone. And lord help your lover, because your cum tasted like the finest nectar he'd ever consume. He moaned into your drenched cunt, further intensifying your pleasure with the vibrations from him.

Placing kisses on your inner thighs and on your slick lips, he looked up at you expectantly. You realized he was waiting for your next command, and in your haze, you whispered, "Now-" you started to say, and then swallowing thickly, "Now I want you to pull your cock out and take me, right here."

Slowly, he stood, first to remove his gloves from his hands, and second, as told, he released his cock from the confines of his slacks. He grabbed your hips and slid you down the desk so that your ass was hanging off of it. Then, he took your legs, wrapping them around his hips, and with no preamble, he pushed his cock right into your throbbing cunt. His hands remained on your hips to hold you in place as he quickly thrusted into you. Your own arms lay strung out above your head, relinquishing yourself to the demon above you.

It was hard to keep quiet now, as Lucifer fulfilled your fantasy, your rough moans filling his office. Though, this was a fantasy of his too, and it was even better that you were the one orchestrating it all, and he only wished to deliver you to complete satisfaction. It all felt so good: Lucifer pounding away at you, the cold wood beneath your back, neck, and arms, the way you felt so sexy in this moment.

Lucifer saw your change in expression, the smile that graced your precious face, and when you looked at him as if you knew how good you looked to him, how good you felt to him, it did something for him. He felt the burn of you relishing in his sin, the pride you felt as you got what you wanted. You blinked once, and then he was fully in his demon form, still railing into you. You unleashed something in him that he hadn't ever experienced before, and he aimed to unleash it in you too, his little human.

His harsh words escaped, "Are you proud of yourself, telling me what to do?"

His words phased you, and your cheeks burned as he looked at you so menacingly, but still so beautiful. His wings were puffed up, feathers standing on end. Realizing he had asked you something, you nodded in agreement.

A vicious smirk smeared his lips, and his grip on your hips became meaner as his relentless thrusts into you continued. "Well, master, I'm only here to please you," he growled.

Feeling empowered, you grunted back, "Harder, fuck me harder."

He groaned in reply and obliged, now rattling his desk as he piped into you, the sounds of your fornication completely filling the room, and it was so loud that it deterred anyone from lingering in the library for too long, lest they wanted to hear their eldest brother ravaging you.

His efforts to please you were just what you needed, because the way he bullied his cock into your pussy, just at the right angle, punishing the sweetest part deep within you, rallied the feelings of an exhilarating orgasm. Your body was burning up, and a slight sheen of sweat glazed your form, which looked stunning to Lucifer under the soft lights in his office.

You had just one command left to give, knowing he wouldn't stop until you gave it, but you wanted to draw this out, just a little longer. Something deep within your soul stirred when you watched Lucifer fucking into you in his demon form. It was something you didn't know resided in you, nor was it really something you imagined before, but now, it was all you wanted.

"Tell me who you belong to," you gasped, nearing the edge of your sanity.

His gaze sharpened at your words. Lucifer noticed the change in your tone, the overall change in your demeanor. "You, I belong to you," he groaned. With confidence, you kept your eyes trained on his, wanting to remember every bit of these final moments.

"I'm yours, Lucifer," you replied back. Your release was starting to burn away at you, so with fervor and urgency, you called out to him, "Take me, I'm yours, I only want to be yours." A sob racked through you, and he shot down to you, bent at the hip, to feast his lips on your flesh as he roughly kissed you, then trailing down your neck and chest. He felt something new then – a new part of his connection with you he hadn't felt before. In the moment, he wasn't sure what it was.

Unbeknownst to both of you, a tie, a string was formed, one that could never be truly broken or severed because it wasn't laced through your pact. It was threaded through your respective life forces, one that only in death could be cut.

Still feeling bold, your hands landed on his wings, right where they joined into his back and he stiffened, coming to a halt but remaining sheathed inside you. "Not... not there, MC," he said quietly. You snatched your hands back, recoiling from his words. Slowly, he took your hands and placed them on his horns. "Here is okay," he whispered. You nodded and he began thrusting again, slowly building up to his previous pace. Your face burned with embarrassment, but when he gave you reassuring kisses, your voice carried out again with your vocalizations of pure pleasure. He couldn't hold back anymore and let out a low, inhuman growl.

You took that as your cue, and finally said,

"Cum with me, cum inside me! Please, I want you Lucifer," you demanded, bordering on begging. Not a moment later, he buried himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt, and he sank his teeth into your shoulder as he came apart on top of you. You could feel the warmth in your core as his cum painted your fluttering sugar walls. Your sobs of pleasure married with his grunts of euphoria, and it was the most gorgeous symphony of noises that filled the room as you found ecstasy in each other.

The two of you were a panting, sweaty mess, but remained still for several minutes. Slowly, Lucifer lifted himself off of you, looking down at your blissed out form, your hands dropping beside you from their perch on his horns. Your eyes fluttered open, nothing but happiness and delight in them. Carefully, he withdrew from you and cleaned you both up, and then he helped you to dress again while you stood on wobbly legs.

*Put back together, he led you back to the armchair next to the fireplace and pulled you onto his lap once more, with you happily collapsing into him, in his regular form. His arms went around your back and over your legs as you curled up on him, supporting your body as you got comfortable.

That's how things went for the next month. Your nights were then filled with steam and romance with Lucifer. You rarely spent the night alone, and if you did, you were woken up by your lover with a fresh cup of coffee or tea as an apology for working so late, just so you two could have a moment alone before starting the day.

The two of you learned so much about one another, on so many different intimate levels. Your likes and dislikes were made known to him. He introduced you to the world of toys and restraints, rewards and punishments. The trust you placed in this demon was deep, and it was unfortunately to your detriment.

"Ayo, MC, next time you're payin'!" Mammon griped, after you, him, and Beel went out to Hell's Kitchen. You chuckled and playfully swat Mammon's arm.

"You say that every time, you know? And then you end up paying for me anyway," you replied, as you followed him to his room to watch a movie.

"Don't make a habit of it!" he quipped to you, letting you in his room. You sat down on the couch and gave him a pouty look.

"Okay, I'm sorry Mammon," you said quietly.

Mammon groaned and covered his eyes with his hand, not being able to stand that look.

The two of you became closer with time. After the "walk-in" incident, you sought him out and apologized, and it was one of the sincerest conversations you had with him, and he took it to heart. Though he respected your attentions lie with his older brother, he enjoyed you at least being close by, willing to hang out with him and get in trouble on occasion. He couldn't ever say no to you, and you held a special place within his heart.

Mammon picked out the movie and the two of you got comfortable together. Though, tonight, you were particularly tired after a long, grueling day at RAD when you had to help some of the clubs around the campus. You felt like you had walked hundreds of miles and it wasn't necessarily a cold day either, it was rather hot and you were exhausted.

Within thirty minutes of the movie, you were asleep on Mammon's shoulder, and there was something about if you fell asleep, it wasn't long until he did too.

Meanwhile, Lucifer had knocked on your bedroom door, only to be met with silence. He opened it and found it empty, so he started wandering the house looking for you. Beel happened to be leaving the kitchen when Lucifer walked by, so after inquiring to your whereabouts, the eldest found himself in Mammon's room. It was dark, but he could perfectly see how you were snuggled up to the second-born, your head on his chest and sitting directly next to him, and something in him snapped. He was irritated by the sight, and he slammed the door on the way out.

You were dead asleep, but this instantly woke Mammon, and he quickly removed himself from the couch, gently laying you down on it to continue sleeping, and he slipped out to see Lucifer stomping down the hall.

"Hey!" Mammon hissed quietly.

Lucifer immediately turned on his heel, staring down his brother.

"What's the big idea? You woke me up and could have woken her up," Mammon chewed.

In a few long strides, Lucifer towered over Mammon. "The big idea is that you're in there cuddled up to her like she's yours," Lucifer seethed.

Mammon's eyes widened. "Why are you so upset all of a sudden? You've never been this mad-"

Lucifer took a step closer, now in Mammon's face, "She's mine, understood?" he said threateningly.

Mammon swallowed, knowing he couldn't win this fight, and so he rolled his eyes and backed up. "Whatever," is all he said in resignation.

After Lucifer disappeared down the hall, Mammon went back into his room to see you still sleeping on his couch. He huffed and went straight to bed. He was still confused by the whole ordeal, but more angered at how his brother was acting.

That was unusual, even for him. Are they even official? He looked at your sleeping form again. I could ask her, but not happenin'. What's got into him?

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