sweetsuo · 3 months ago
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I SWEAR I COULDNT RUN FAST ENOUGH WHEN I SAW YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN ive been looking for a suosakurreader lover can I request suo x reader x sakura relationship headcanons? pls and thank you with sugar on top 🫶✨ the smut had me ascending
Hello lovely anon~! Sorry for the delay in getting to this! But yes! Here are some person hc I have for then and different dynamics. I didn’t include hcs about arguments or hardships, but I have a few about those as well~ nsfw hc are under the cut!
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𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐂𝐬
Suo Hayato x Sakura Haruka x Reader
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genre. [SMUT under cut] Fluffy hcs.
Cw. Polyamory. Fetish/kink. Commands. 
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Suo enjoys teasing. He makes sure to see a blush no matter what means it takes to get there. This is to both you and to Sakura! Anything from little quips to ‘unintended’ touches. Sakura gets especially blushy from it so depending on the reader, they also can join in on the fun of teasing! 
Over time as he develops more confidence, Sakura would start to adopt some of Suo’s mannerisms with it, but his teasing is a little bit more clunky and straight forward. Less flowered prose and more physical. While Sakura is the type to be extremely tsun to the point where the dere is hard to show, his growing confidence and little pushes from Suo truly help him interact more lovingly.
Sakura and Suo chit chat about cute things you do all the time. And over that time, Suo gives little suggestions to Sakura to try out because he can see you both blush. There’s satisfaction in Sakura being able to be the cause of it, too! Since words can be hard for him, he leans heavy into ghosting touches that leave heated goosebumps in their trail. 
Sakura is a man of action, so his go-to way to show his love is via acts of service. He cleans your house when you’re away at work. He tries to cook for you (although he needs help from Kotoha every now and again). If you mention something needing to get done off handed, he’ll have it done for you within 24 hours. The benefit of being a street cat is that he picks up a lot of skills and so most things he can do himself, too! Suo appreciates this as well, as if you’re a busy person, seeing you less stressed is best. 
Suo takes care of gifts. He’s a thoughtful gift-giver and remembers a lot about what you say. He and Sakura plan corresponding gifts, although it’s mostly Suo as Sakura tends to seek gifts that are practical over sentimental.  
Suo prefers to use his vernacular and charisma. Knowing his words can hold so much power strokes his ego thoroughly. He will use romantic prose, letters, cutesy teasing, gentle remarks, anything to see both of his partners light up. And when it comes to sex, while he enjoys being part of the action, Suo particularly enjoys giving instructions and guiding the events to create a scene. It’s something he enjoys not only from a love of teaching, but also to remedy Sakura’s insecurities. Sakura can learn what touches work best without needing to think it through. He can trust that Suo knows what touches you like and where, so all he must do in that moment is act. 
I personally hc that Suo is a frequenter of fetish/kink meets. Not that he partakes in the sex, but that he enjoys learning and seeing different forms of intimacy and interaction. He views it as an artform that may not need an emotional connection. He’d bring you and Sakura with him on these ventures as well to educate and appreciate the arts. While he is educated in many different things, learning from professional is valuable when introducing his two adored partners to something new. 
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not-terezi-pyrope · 6 months ago
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I think like I'm going to end up making being bullish about confronting the blatant and popular bigotry and objectifying double standards that people have around nonmonogamy my next big social issue to start shit about, I'm not kidding. And honestly I think you should too when posts like this get 50k likes.
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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 1 month ago
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Yandere batfam or justice league with a reader who’s afraid of strong people/men due to a past abusive relationship? She never wants to feel that powerless and weak again so she actively avoids interacting with anyone stronger, bigger, taller any more than necessary. She doesn’t hold it against other ppl she just has a lot of trauma that she’d rather not work through and feel safe in her little bubble
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Hit me Hard and Soft
Synopsis: You get saved by Robin, but not everything is as it seems.
Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader
Tw: All characters aged up, of course; Mentions and descriptions of violence, including physical, psychological, sexual and financial abuse, and Damian fighting criminals (I'm particularly proud of the action scene I wrote); Drugging and being unconscious; Mentions of death of minor characters and suicide; Mentions of past grooming (Reader's ex) and age gap (Reader’s ex, Reader X Bruce, and the batboys age is not mentioned); Implied stalking; Mentions of kidnapping; Reader's very traumatized and weary of everyone; Reader doesn't trust the police; Mention of a panic attack and descriptions of actual panic; Guns and knifes; Mention of cigarettes; Implied needles; English isn't my 1st language.
Requested? Yes.
Extra notes: Wish I had more interactions between Reader and the batboys here, but I'm more than willing to make a part 2 with the right idea.
General masterlist | Hit me Hard and Soft - Series masterlist
He's back again. You wish you could say you didn't know why he always came back, but you did. The food wasn't that great and it wasn't that close to where he told you he worked or lived. It also didn't help that he always made sure to be served by you. And that he flirted with you.
— Evening, (N/N)! Is there something as sweet as you on today’s menu? — You gave a small and polite laugh.
— Strawberry pie… As always…
It was kinda sad, but mostly scary. If it wasn't for your ex, you would be thrilled to have gotten the attention of Dick fucking Grayson. The whole city knew he was handsome, rich, talented and charismatic. Gotham's sweetheart, Gotham's golden boy. And from your daily interactions, he lived up to the expectations. He was polite even when flirting with you and asking you out. Yet, something held you back.
— Nice! Since you get out in a few, why don't you bring in two slices? One for me and one for you, it's on me, of course. — You shook your head quickly, with an empty heart, just wanting to get away from him as fast as possible.
You were with your ex since you were 17 to 26. Almost 10 years wasted on a dirtbag. He convinced you to leave your friends, to leave your family, to leave your job. As soon as you started living together, you were completely dependent on him. Sometimes you blamed him, sometimes yourself, sometimes the people you had around you, but back then, where you came from, people weren't questioning the imbalance of powers between a 17 year old highschooler with no job and a 23 year old man with a steady job and living alone.
He convinced you that going to college and ending your relationship was the worst decision you could take. Then, that you didn't need your family, he could take care of you. One day, he decided you couldn't have friends.
He often locked you inside the house, cursed your skills and appearance, neglected your overall health, intimidated you, screamed at you, broke your things that he did and didn't pay for. He hurt you physically, even sexually. You knew both dating him and leaving him was hard, you just expected living with the scars was going to be easier.
And it was! You decided to run away from him and to Gotham when you received the news that your mom died and he didn't even want to let you go to the funeral. The grieving made you reflexive and you realized how shitty your situation was. For years you just thought that it would eventually get better, that you just needed to be strong, that he showed he loved you when he wasn't being an asshole, that you couldn't get anything better, that he made you feel special.
You couldn't even go to the police, he was a cop, you knew the chances that in any scenario you would lose. So you ran.
You knew it was dangerous, but you had nothing to lose. If he didn't kill you, you would do it yourself. You made a plan, drugged him, took some of his money, used his house keys, left everything behind for the second time in your life. You didn't waste time asking for help from the people you knew. You took the bus and went as far away as you could.
Your paranoia was so bad that for almost a year, you would settle in a city, work to save up enough, and leave again, rinse and repeat. Eventually, Gotham seemed big and far enough to go by unnoticed.
Or that's what you thought, until Dick Grayson stopped by the diner you worked to have breakfast before going to work, as a cop, and decided you caught his attention.
Since then, he came back everyday. Either breakfast, lunch, dinner, or just to hang out with some family member, usually one of his brothers, his dad appeared with him sometimes too. Your boss loved the attention Bruce and Tim attracted, the two most media active ones, since they both led Wayne Enterprises.
Eventually, even them started appearing multiple times a week. You thought you were healing, until you found yourself crying for almost four hours at home in a panic attack.
You didn't want their attention. Not only was it weird, but they were just so… Superior to you.
They were all taller, more muscular, faster, smarter, richer. It was like reliving the beginning of your relationship at 17, plus 10 times worse. Five because they were five people mirroring your ex, and more five just because of your trauma, experience, negativity and lack of naiveness.
Also, why were they ALL into you??? And they were aware of it! It was weird! Why??
Bruce Wayne was disarmingly charming in his dilf way. Dick was surprisingly accessible. Jason was soft spoken despite his resting bitch face and leather jacket. Tim was cute in a nerdy way. Damian almost made you laugh with his sarcastic humor.
Either way, you never wanted to feel as little as you felt before, so you just did your job, acted polite, but ultimately kept your distance.
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Freedom has its difficulties, one of them being that you need money, and for money, you need a job, which means sometimes you have to stay until closing time, at 11 PM, in Gotham.
You're not the only employee to stay so late, but you and your co-worker live in opposite directions, so walking alone it is. They're taking the bus, but you only live two blocks away, so you gulp down your anxiety and keep walking. One hand on your pocket, holding your taser firmly, and keeping your head up, turning to look at every sound.
It's cold, and the street is empty and dimly lit. Some places are so dark that you wonder why you're even paying taxes if the streetlamps won't work.
Two men turn the corner a few meters in front of you, one at least a foot taller, the other, two inches max. They're wearing hoodies and their hands are on their pockets, the light behind them creates a shadow that doesn't allow you to see their faces, nor where they're looking at, but they are coming in your direction.
There's a car, parked between you both. Some people might think at this point it's just paranoia, but you’ve heard stories of people walking next to cars, getting pulled inside by someone who was hiding in there, and getting kidnapped.
Your first instinct is flight, so you turn around, ready to run, even if you look weird in case those guys weren't planning to do anything with you, just to see other two guys emerging from the other corner, those two almost as tall as that first guy. Aside from the smaller one, they're all broad, even with their thick clothes covering them.
One of them has a cigarette on his mouth, which he throws on the ground when you turn your attention to him. Your fear might have caused you to hallucinate, but you're almost sure he's smirking.
You freeze for a second, your only escape is to run to the side, and pray their long legs don't get to you first. You think you hear one of them start hollering at you.
You only take a step to the side, when a loud crash startles you so hard that you have to look behind, while walking backwards to the street. You take a second to process the sight.
Robin is standing in the middle, just a few steps behind where you were standing a second ago. He's at least half a foot taller than all of them, and a lot broader. He's holding the tall one by his neck with his right hand, repeatedly hitting his head against the car’s window.
You're shell shocked, torn between staying put to watch this disaster, as interesting as a car crash, or running away. Gotham is so big that you never thought you would encounter one of its heroes, you weren't sure if you even wanted to.
When the guy seems to stop moving, Robin throws him against one of the other tall ones, the guy practically flies across 2 meters before hitting him, and when he does, they both fall to the ground. You remember all the times when your ex pushed you to the ground.
Your eyes are wide, horrified, watching the shortest guy take a pocket knife out of his pocket. Your throat locks, even if you want to scream for Robin to turn around, you only manage to stare and stay in place, however, the vigilant turns halfway around just in time to grab the guy by his wrist and his arm, just as he launched to stab him. He uses his body’s impulse to push the guy forward, the knife going to the fourth guy's shoulder, you hadn't even seen him get so close to him.
You look at the man from the car, he's still unconscious, the one who got tackled with him, however, is already standing and walking to the fight.
Everything’s happening too fast, you turn to the side to see the guy with the knife on his back on the ground, groaning and twitching in pain, while Robin is punching the shit out of the other guy, movements faster than you could ever dream of achieving. You remember being on the receiving end of someone's fists before.
With a final elbow to the cheek, the guy stumbles to the ground, you don't know what level of consciousness he’s in, by his posture before, you knew he was already compromised since the first hits he took.
Robin doesn't move, doesn't even turn to look at the guy who just fell, he's just looking forward, and when you notice this, you look at the remaining guy.
He's pointing a gun at him.
You don't think you can watch someone get shot in front of you, and you know if he gets rid of Robin, it's over for you. Logically, you knew these vigilantes somehow never die, still, it's counterintuitive to think he won't.
And he doesn't, in the blink of an eye, Robin's on the air, his right boot kicking the gun away, while still on the air, he wraps his legs around the guy's head, bends backwards, puts his hands on the ground, then launches his whole body to the front, the guy getting thrown over him. He falls to the ground, Robin stands on top of him with perfect balance. You don't even have time to process what just happened, the coolest and scariest thing you saw your whole life, when Robin punches him one last time. Now, he's definitely unconscious.
You’ve felt like a bystander this whole interaction, it felt like ages, but in reality all of this couldn't have taken more than 20 seconds, maybe even less than 15. You don't know what to do now. You're theoretically safe, but Robin’s still too big, too strong, too fast. He knocked out four guys without getting touched a single time. He broke a car's window. He threw around two guys who weighed at least 80kg. He's not even panting. And now he's looking at you.
A whimper gets stuck in your throat. You don't know if you should thank him, stay silent, or yell at him to stay away from you. When he takes a step in your direction, your instincts get the better of you and you turn around, running.
You hear him call your name, although your brain doesn't process it. You see headlights and look towards it. It's a car. You don't trust you’ll get help, but at least you're not alone. You run in it's direction, waving your arms and screaming bloody murder.
The car almost hits you, but you don’t process that until the last minute, but you get tackled to the ground just in time by the hero from before. You scream again, he's too close. Now, he's trying to hold you down. You keep screaming and trying to escape. You look to the side and the car just kept driving away, likely the driver wouldn't stay behind to be another victim to Robin's hands. You know you're not being rational right now, those guys are known for helping people, he just saved you, he's still trying to stop you from getting hurt, but you're scared. You've been scared since you were a teenager.
Your eyes burn, your arms and throat hurt, but adrenaline doesn't let you feel anything. Not even the invasion of a needle on your side.
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— Was it really necessary? — Tim deadpans Damian, who growls.
— You would have done the same, Drake.
— No, I wouldn't. You were supposed to use the psychological first aid approach and (Y/N) would've calmed down and trust us more in the future. But of course, you never use your brain. — Damian growls, stepping towards Tim, but he is stopped by Dick’s hand resting on his chest.
— Damian, calm down, Tim’s right. You knew better than to sedate them. You knew of (Y/N)’s trauma and you knew the route we wanted to take. — Damian's brows furrowed and he crossed his arms.
— I knew your feelings toward (Y/N) would make you become impulsive again. — Tim looked at Bruce, who was silent, with hands intertwined and elbows on the table, focused on your vitals on the screen and the sight of you laid on the bed on the medbay. — Will you now consider just letting you, me and Dick keep an eye on them during patrol? — Damian and Jason scoffed.
— Why you aiming at me now? It was the demon who gave that guy brain death! — Jason protested and Tim looked at him.
— Just to be sure you won't freak out like him and kill thrice as many people, on purpose this time. — Jason glared at him.
— B, you better add more security measures around (Y/N), before Timbo tries to clone them or something. — He muttered with snark.
Dick shook his head and sighed, going to stand on Bruce's side, crossing his arms and looking at you through the camera with him.
— What's the plan now, B? They're probably waking up soon. — Bruce hummed, relaxing his stance and resting his back against his chair. The silence lingered for a few seconds, everyone just looking at you, waiting for the oldest’s opinion.
Bruce turned around, looking at them.
— … Damian, Tim's right. You were impulsive today and you killed someone, even if it was an accident. I stopped expecting that from you since you were 12, you're an adult now. You not only broke our trust, but (Y/N)’s already shattered trust. They need to know they're safe with us, and drugging them, instead of puting to use more time and effort to bring the comfort to them, is not going to do that. You weren't much different than the man who hurt them tonight. — His father's words were like a punch to Damian's stomach, leaving him speechless. Dick pursed his lips, not turning around as to make it easier to not comfort his brother just yet. Bruce turned to Tim. — Tim, I understand you want to take measures seriously. But you need to give Jason a chance. That was unasked for. — The mentioned blinked, still unacostummed with the treatment he received from his dad when he followed his rules. Tim looked away. Bruce turned to Damian again. — Damian, no patrolling around (Y/N) until you prove we can trust your temper again. — He waited for a confirmation, which came with a sneered lip.
— Yes, father.
Dick looked back a Bruce.
— What about (Y/N)? — He bit his lips. Bruce hummed, turning to look at the monitor again.
— … What do you all think?
— Well… Damian said their name, they might not remember it, but they can't just wake up at home. They’d try to flee from us. We could bring them home earlier, but our ideal plan was to make them come willingly, in the period of at least two years, in the best case. We could leave them at the hospital, and just keep our plan going. — Dick listed the possible strategies they could take. Bruce hummed.
Tim piped up.
— I already altered their phone's algorithm to send the job application as my assistant at Wayne Enterprises to them. And the Wayne Foundation’s application for the internship at Gotham Uni. — Bruce nodded.
— Damian? What do you understand about that? — It was clearly the beginning of his test.
— The more secure in their independence they feel, the easier it is to heal and open themselves up to new opportunities. — Damian exclaimed with confidence. Bruce nodded.
— Jason, are you still interested in college? — Everyone looked at Jason surprised, he was also surprised, he hadn't talked to Bruce about college since before he died.
It took a few seconds to processes what it would mean.
— Uh… I think so?! — Bruce nodded.
— What about me, father? — Damian spoke inquisitively. — I also want more opportunities to get closer to (Y/N)! — Bruce narrowed his eyes at him.
— We will think about that when you're in the clear.
— But-
— That's final. You reap what you sow. — Damian huffed and nodded begrudgingly. — … Now, since Robin was the one to save them, take the batmobile and leave them in the hospital. Then come straight back home. Understood? — Damian clenched his jaw and nodded silently, leaving to get your unconscious body.
Moments later, when you were both out, on the way to the hospital, Tim fiddled with the computer, the scream showed the batmobile’s tracker, your tracker, Damian's tracker, Damian's contact lenses’s camera and the car’s camera. They all looked at him.
— … It's just to make sure…
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fyepertine · 7 months ago
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Something to Cry About, Part 2
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jadagul · 11 months ago
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I started wondering how the Greeks and Romans developed monogamy norms, in contrast to the harem systems you see in e.g. classical China. And I did some random googling and I have not learned anything I consider super reasonable but I did discover this marvelous abstract by Mara Squicciarini and Jo Swinnen:
Intriguingly, across the world the main social groups which practice polygyny do not consume alcohol. We investigate whether there is a correlation between alcohol consumption and polygynous/monogamous arrangements, both over time and across cultures. Historically, we find a correlation between the shift from polygyny to monogamy and the growth of alcohol consumption. Cross-culturally we also find that monogamous societies consume more alcohol than polygynous societies in the preindustrial world. We provide a series of possible explanations to explain the positive correlation between monogamy and alcohol consumption over time and across societies.
A working paper circulated to the American Association of Wine Economists, so you know it's legit.
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alpaca-clouds · 3 months ago
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Astarion, Sexuality, and Polyamory
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I have not written an Astarion analysis for a bit. But there is actually something I kinda want to explore more for Astarion. Because I actually think there is one aspect that does not get explored enough - specifically in spawn endings. (I do not think it is quite that relevant to ascended endings, because Ascended Astarion is never gonna admit to it.)
I am not telling anyone anything new that a lot of Astarion's arc is about reclaiming his personhood, and also his sexuality, after Cazador stripped his personhood from him, and controlled his sexuality for two freaking centuries. We also do know that for an elf Astarion was still a minor when Cazador turned him. While we don't know exactly for how long he was a vampire, we know it was roughly 200 years - and the official age puts him at 268 right now. So he was not 100 years, which is when elves usually come of age. (Which also explains why he has a name that very much sounds like an elvish child name.)
We do know that usually elves are quite sexually liberal and yes, elves that are physically grown but not considered adults by elven standards will usually still fuck a lot. Because they are fucking hippies. It does stand to reason that Astarion hence had some sexual experience prior to being turned. But still, given how young he was in comparison to an elvish lifespan... The majority of his sexual experience was controlled by Cazador in one way or another.
Ironically we do not even know whether Cazador himself ever directly raped any of his spawn. We know he tortured them, but headcanoning Cazador as demi or ace works perfectly fine with the infomation we are given.
Given that during the two hundred years Astarion was with Cazador he did not have a lot of actually consensual sex, and most sex he had was always about him trying to seduce the next victim to accompany him to Cazador, it does stand to reason that Astarion does know a lot about technique in terms of sex... But - and that is the thing I would love to see explored a lot more - actually does not really know what he himself likes. Because to him nothing he was forced to do was ever really enjoyable, was it? Because it was forced onto him.
This is also where the last Astarion post I made comes to play. Aka how the Astarion romance arc gets a nice bow at the end on the graveyard. It is one of those gamey-thingies, where the character arc gets fully resolved, because it kinda has to - even though realistically it would probably take months for a person to get to that point.
I still think, though, it is an underexplored theme. How Astarion actually needs to learn that sex can be something that he had can do for himself, that can (but does not have to) be about connection to someone else, and which can offer a context to give up control - but does not necessarily need to. And I just like the idea of him getting to learn again what he actually likes.
To me this is particularly interesting because I read Astarion in a way that he links a lot of his self-worth to his seductiveness, but actually seems also very naive when it comes to sex.
This also brings me to the other aspect: The polyamory option. Astarion in the game does not have a problem with the polyamory with Halsin. However, his first reaction is: "It is not because we have not in a while, is it?" His big insecurity in there is: "Oh, we have not fucked, now they don't want me anymore." If you assure him though, that it is not about that, he will be fine with it.
Again, I would in a way argue that there is also once more the "tie a little bow around it" thing happening, given that the game just wanted a proper happy ending there. I am absolutely sure that Astarion is in general fine with polyamory (especially given that Faerûn is not as mononormative as the real world is - so it is not like a super foreign concept), but I do think he is in general just insecure about his own relationship to a romanced partner. Because let's face it: The man struggles with a lot of insecurity and self-hatred, because of what he has done and was made to do.
And realistically speaking, that might well come through if there was something polyamorous happening. (And let's be clear: Anything polyamorous, because let's not be limited by the sparse options canon provides.) Because while I think Astarion is absolutely able to feel compersion, I also think he will never the less always compare himself to whatever other partner(s) his partner has. Because the man really, really needs some lessons in self-love again.
I talk about it a low, how yes, Astarion is the character from the game I write about most - but he is actually not my favorite character. Like, non-companion NPCs included he is still in the Top 10, but more like number 6 or 7 probably. But I love writing about him, because... Well, I love writing about people healing from trauma because it allows me to project *coughs* and there is just no character for this like Astarion. And I do love to write different characters healing in different ways. Astarion's way is probably the most messy one, though.
Funnily enough in my stuff he does end up in a polycule too. But at first it is mostly about him realizing, that Tav still has feelings for his ex-girlfriend. And yes, in the end it is Astarion who sets them up to get back together. Before he gets his own scaly boyfriend a bit later. But that is all stuff that happens more than 18 months post canon, where he got a chance to heal a bit from all the shit. He is not fine, but he is a lot better than before.
Ironically I do think that at some point later on he is also going to get with Halsin. But that might be like 10 or 20 years in the future. Not an immediate thing.
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aftonsparv-bugzz · 1 month ago
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where do we draw the line at whos queer and who isnt. that trans hetero person is queer ? "but theyre not queer enough, theyre not gay !!" wouldnt make sense cause theyre trans, right ? that gay man ? "but hes cis, thats not queer enough !!" wouldnt make sense at all, would it ? so where is the logic in drawing fine barriers at what is and isnt queer. queerness isnt just for one person, queerness is the joy, sadness, anger, fear, and all emotions for us to experience and share together as a community. remember, the government doesnt care whether or not "polyamory is queer" or "kink is queer", because queer people are DYING EITHER WAY.
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n1angi · 15 days ago
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Shrouded in Darkness
CHAPTER 1 : PILOT
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Will Graham x AFAB character x Hannibal Lecter (Polyamory)
Summary:
In the heart of Baltimore, forensic analyst Sidonie Renard navigates the shadows of crime scenes, concealing her loneliness behind a composed facade. Drawn into a web of intrigue, she captures the attention of profiler Will Graham and the enigmatic Hannibal Lecter.
Word count: 4,1k
Chapter Warning: Murder, Blood, Gore.
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The countryside surrounding Baltimore stirred with life as the first signs of autumn emerged. Delicate amber leaves had already sprouted on barren branches, as the fields gradually blurred into a warm tapestry of earthy tones, once parched by summer heat. The air, once dry, now carried a hint of crispness and the earthy scent of fallen leaves. Similar to Persephone’s return, autumn brought fresh colors to the world.
Despite her fondness for the chilly weather, the demands of her profession often required her to rise before dawn, leaving her longing for the warmth and comfort of her home. Unfortunately, the extensive off-field work required by her profession only exacerbated her yearning for brighter surroundings beyond the lit confines of the laboratory.
With a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands, she blinked against the morning sun’s glare as she stepped out onto the porch. She shivered involuntarily; the chill of the autumn was clear. Her faithful golden retriever squeezed past her legs, eager for their morning stroll amidst the falling leaves.
“This is refreshing,” she whispered, her gaze sweeping over the landscape. Catching the retriever’s eager gaze, she offered a faint smile as she stroked its head, granting permission for its walk. With a joyful wiggle of its tail, the dog bounded down the stairs and dashed into the field ahead.
She savored her tea, the bitterness lingering on her tongue as she sighed. Despite the present allure, her mind drifted to work and the proposition. Special Agent Jack Crawford, head of the B.S.U, had approached her. While they had crossed paths in the past because of cases several years ago, they had never engaged in private conversation. Thus, the invitation to join the B.A.U. as a forensic analyst and crime scene investigator came as a surprise.
“A mind like yours could be invaluable to us,” he stated, his words laced with persuasion. He emphasized the importance of her role, perhaps nudging her into accepting the offer. Such tactics were common in their work.
Yet, she had been yearning for a change in her workplace for some time. Despite her proficiency and dedication to her work, she found herself isolated among her colleagues as of late. Their discomfort around her was understandable, and if she were to be honest with herself, she had grown accustomed to being treated differently, especially by those senior to her. However, humans are social creatures, still yearning for acceptance wherever they go. The sense of alienation had taken its toll, leaving her longing for an environment where she could feel more accepted and valued.
Change, though uncomfortable at first, was preferable to stagnation. Retrieving her phone from her sweatpants, she hesitated for a moment before dialing Jack’s number. After a few rings, he answered.
“Hello, Jack Crawford speaking,” the voice behind the phone said.
“Hello, Agent Crawford. It’s Sidonie Renard, from the law enforcement agency. I’ve given your offer some thought…”
As she parked her car near the building, she sighed softly, tapping her fingers on the wheel. After a moment of reflection, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening the car door. Retrieving her soft black leather handbag, she stepped out and locked the car behind her.
Adjusting her black coat and dark blue slacks with a slight touch, she made her way towards the building’s entrance. Her outfit, perfectly coordinated with her black loafers and turtleneck, radiated a sense of effortless elegance. A small leather watch adored her left hand, while her ears sparkled with silver stud earrings.
Her almond-shaped olive-green eyes, framed by dark lashes, held a captivating gaze that added a certain allure to her. Her dark brown waves cascaded around her face, highlighting her angular cheekbones, which added a touch of refinement to her features. Her brows were elegantly arched, while her lips boasted a subtle rosy hue. With a slender build, she moved gracefully.
As she walked, she studied the building’s appearance, absorbing its imposing presence. The structure loomed before her, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the surrounding sunlight. It was both sleek and austere, with darkened windows. Compared to the bustling atmosphere of the enforcement agency building, this place was quieter and more subdued.
Approaching the building, she noticed Jack already standing at the entrance, his eyes scanning the surroundings. As soon as his gaze fell on her, his face lifted slightly, reflecting a pleased expression. Returning the sentiment, she offered a smile.
“Agent Crawford,” she greeted.
“Welcome to the BSU,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake. “I’m glad you decided to join us.” She accepted his gesture, shaking his hand gently.
“I’ll be happy to contribute,” Jack gestured towards the door, and both of them entered the building.
“I’ve heard that you have a special eye for details, Ms. Renard,” he stated.
“I assume this is the reason why I was recruited,” Jack nodded as he continued.
“Have you heard about the recent murder case?” she shook her head as Jack continued.
“The Vanderbilts family, specifically Jonathan Vanderbilt and his wife Elisabeth, who are known for diversified corporations, have been killed in their penthouse. Their arms were vertically cut, drained from blood.” Jack shared as he took a glance at her while walking down the hall. “They were glued at the table, their faces were mutilated. Eyes were taken out, along with their teeth. Money was glued to their hands and imposed in their eyes and mouth.”
“Depiction of greed,” she confirmed.
“The theatrical way of seeing a murder is no news to us. At first, we thought it was the copycat. However, our criminal profiler tells us this is someone entirely new,” he shared.
“What was it that gave it away?” she raised a brow as Jack clicked on the elevator door.
“He said he was sloppy.” As the door opened, they stepped into the elevator. “We’ve been combing through the crime scene for any leads or evidence that might help us identify the perpetrator,” Jack explained. “But so far, we’re coming up empty-handed.” They exited the elevator and walked down the hall. “I want you to take a look at the bodies,” Jack decided, stopping in front of her. His gaze held a sense of resolve. Sidonie clutched her bag slightly, her lips tilting up.
“Lead the way.”
Jack opened the door, and Sidonie followed behind him, already dressed in her lab coat. The room was occupied by a few people, three of whom were clad in coats, while the other was not. They seemed to be engaged in conversation about the deceased bodies displayed before them. A tall, lanky man with brown hair appeared to notice their entrance.
“Jack!” His voice exuded cheerfulness and friendliness. Jack raised his hand in acknowledgment as everyone’s attention shifted towards them. “Oh, and a stranger...” he added with a smile still plastered on his face.
“Sidonie. It’s a pleasure,” she introduced herself.
“Oh, you are the recruit Jack mentioned,” he recalled.
“Why wasn’t I informed about this?”
“Because Jimmy, you were too busy trying to outsmart the evidence with your latest conspiracy theory,” the woman with long dark hair retorted playfully, shooting a glance toward Sidonie. “Name is Beverly, welcome to the team.” They exchanged a slight smile.
“I’m Jimmy,” A slightly stocky man with a rugged appearance inquired.
“And I’m Brian,” As everyone introduced themselves, Sidonie’s gaze drifted towards the un-coated man. He was fairly tall and slender, with a somewhat disheveled yet sharp appearance. He had tousled brown hair and wore brown square-shaped glasses, highlighting his piercing blue eyes. His expression carried a certain thoughtfulness. When their eyes met, he blinked a few times and looked away.
“Will Graham. I’m a criminal profiler,” he stated, his tone measured, yet soft. It was evident he kept to himself most of the time. Sidonie nodded, recalling Jack’s earlier mention of him regarding the case.
“I want her to take a look at the bodies,” Jack announced as everyone made space for her. Sidonie grabbed the gloves from the opposite table and approached the body, examining it closely. Everyone observed her movements, curious about what she might find. She noticed the glue still present on the man’s fingers, along with money paper on his hands. The woman, however, was missing the papers, only the glue remained. ‘I suppose it’s a depiction of how greedy he could have been over his money…’ she thought to herself. Both victims had their eyes torn out, with money still in them.
“We didn’t have enough time to remove them yet,” Beverly explained. Sidonie continued to observe the bodies, her focus drifting to the scene where the bodies had been positioned according to the pictures. Her eyes widened as she recalled the arrangement of the bodies, the table, and the money depicted in the pictures.
“Where is the money that was on the table?” Jimmy and Brian exchanged a glance, while Will rubbed his chin, observing the body himself.
“It’s here,” Beverly said, displaying them in front of Sidonie. Gently grabbing the money, she started to arrange them around the table. Some were completely covered in blood, while others were only partially covered. However, it didn’t seem like a natural occurrence; it was part of the theatrics, the décor, a hint. Will’s eyes lit up as he approached the table. As Sidonie arranged the money, he seemed to grasp the idea of what was going on.
“It’s a puzzle,” he observed as she continued to place the money in order. After a few seconds, the picture formed, spelling out ‘Seven.’
“Holy shit,” Brian muttered.
“Seven deadly sins,” Beverly murmured, looking at Jack. “That means he is planning on six more.”
“How can we know which sin would be displayed next?” Jack inquired, turning to Will, who appeared to be lost in thought, staring at the puzzle. Sidonie steeled herself as she examined the bodies once again, searching for more clues.
“It will be a Gluttony.”
“How do you know?” Jack asked, raising a brow as Will’s eyes scanned the body as he pursed his lips together.
“The killer’s choice to tamper with the victims’ mouths suggests a focus on consumption or excess...” he furrows his brows slightly “They’re making a statement about indulgence, perhaps hinting at the sin of gluttony. It’s a common motif—the physical alteration serving as a metaphor for the sin being expressed.”
“And how can we know who the next victim will be?” Jack persisted.
“He feels underappreciated like a victim. It’s a sign of protest,” Will paused. “He will target someone who holds a higher social status, to be seen, and heard. To make a verdict.”
“Wow... took the ‘eat the rich’ movement to the extreme,” Brian commented, earning a roll of the eyes from Beverly.
“So he will go for the wealthy individuals?” Will nodded. Sidonie stared at him, considering his words, as she looked back at Jack who seemed ready to take action.
“Let’s coordinate with the team and gather as much information as we can on potential targets among the wealthy individuals,” he instructed, before leaving the room. A brief silence fell over the group until Brian cleared his throat, dispelling the awkwardness.
“I think we should take the money out of these guys.” Jimmy agreed, gesturing for Sidonie to join him. Will adjusted his glasses as he grabbed his jacket.
“Call me if you find anything else.”
“Uh-huh,” Beverly responded as she grabbed her tools. Will nodded as a sign of goodbye and left the room.
After successfully collecting physical evidence, Beverly and Sidonie took the body to the morgue. As they closed the door, Beverly smiled.
“I’m starving. Would you like to get some lunch with me?” she asked, and Sidonie smiled in agreement. As they headed to the cafeteria, they exchanged brief conversation. Beverly mentioned how glad she was to have another woman around during work, noting that being with Jimmy and Brian could be tiring at times, although she cared for them deeply without saying it.
“What about you? Where did you use to work?” Beverly asked as she grabbed the turkey sandwiches from the station.
“Law enforcement agency,” Sidonie replied, scanning the food displayed in front of her. Salads, sandwiches, wraps with assorted toppings, and dressings were neatly arranged on the station. “I’m not used to making spontaneous decisions, but I thought it was time for a change of environment.”
“You can’t be spontaneous when it comes to our job, I can say that,” Beverly remarked, raising both eyebrows as she grabbed a cherry-flavored juice. “What do you look forward to?” she asked, examining Sidonie. She glanced down, avoiding eye contact.
“Nothing in particular,” Sidonie replied, her tone optimistic yet reserved. Slowly meeting Baverlys gaze, she continued. “It’s a chance to grow both… personally and professionally. I’m excited to see where it leads,” Beverly sighed slightly as she mumbled.
“That’s true spontaneity you have there,” Beverly remarked as both of them sat down at the table. “What do you think of the crime? Had anything like this before?” She breathes in deeply, recalling the past crimes.
“I wouldn’t say it was like this one, but… there was this crime, in the suburbs, in a small church. 2 priests killed.” She shrugged “I wasn’t working at the field there, but I have seen a picture. The killer sewed their mouths and eyes and crucified them in the church, cutting their genitals. It wasn’t a hard case, but obviously, it was a revenge for the rape the killer and some other victims went through. Theatrical and symbolic. Just like this one.” She bit the part of the sandwich.
“Why weren’t you working on the field?” she asked curiously. “Jack told us you have a special eye for detail, so they should have put you to good use.” Sidonie swallowed the food.
“I used to work in a field, but…” her voice softened “a few people got fired because of me. So I was… forced to lay back”
“Ahh, I see.” Beverly responded, “You scared them.” She affirmed as Sidonie leaned away slightly, not saying anything in return. Beverly continued “I’m sure the copycat will keep us occupied for a while so I won’t be too worried about losing the job.” She joked.
“Agent Crawford mentioned him earlier today. He also has a theatrical way of displaying his victims.”
“Ugh, yes. He leaves close to no clues.” She stressed.
“What’s the reason behind the crimes? Anything specific?” Sidonie suggests.
“No, nothing at all.”
“What does Mr. Graham think?” Sidonie asks as Beverly rolls her eyes.
“He said that he sees his victims as pigs, to ridicule them, but other than that, even he has a hard time placing it together.” She highlights “ Or maybe not… I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell what’s going on in his head.”
“Well, if everyone has been having a hard time, why wouldn’t he?” Beverly raised her brows.
“Oh, you don’t know?” Sidonie tilted her head in confusion. “Let’s just say he is… different. I won’t say too much; you will have enough time to see it yourself.” Sidonie glanced down at her plate. ‘Different huh…’.
As the evening progresses in the dimly lit B.A.U. office, the atmosphere becomes hushed and serene, with only a few scattered individuals remaining. The usual hustle and bustle of the day gives way to a quiet intensity as the remaining staff members focus on their tasks.
Sidonie sits at her workstation, surrounded by the soft glow of computer monitors and the occasional flicker of fluorescent lights overhead. Despite the late hour, she remains deeply engrossed in her work, peering through a microscope with unwavering concentration. As she meticulously examines samples under the microscope, her brow furrows in concentration. Beverly chuckles as she approaches.
“Take it easy,” she advises, glancing at Sidonie’s coat. “It’s time to leave, or the office will close on us.” Sidonie sighs slightly, acknowledging her co-worker.
“I’ll be leaving soon. There is only one sample left.” Beverly rolls her eyes playfully.
“Alright. Have fun- I suppose?” she says, turning away. “Get home safe,” she calls out, and Sidonie smiles before refocusing on her work.
Remembering Jake Crawford’s words about the crime scene, she furrows her brows in concentration, hoping to find something significant. ‘How was this sloppy when there is close to no evidence that points out the killer other than his motive? Perhaps it was meant to be said about his personality.’ Grabbing another sample, she examines it under the microscope, noticing what appears to be animal hair. Intrigued, she checks the file for any mention of pets but finds none.
“Huh...” she blinks as she turns back to the microscope, observing it further. Her eyes widen as she notices a slight paint stain on it. Sidonie smirks slightly, realizing the killer’s oversight. “Sloppy,” she mumbles to herself, noting it down. She decides to report her findings to Jack, taking a photo of the sample before replacing it and marking it as important evidence.
Sidonie’s shoes gently shuffled on the ground as she approached Jack’s office. As she reached for the door handle, she hesitated. While she was accustomed to walking into her boss’s room whenever there was something to report, she was no longer working there. She glanced at the tinted windows, preventing her from seeing inside, but she could hear Jack’s voice from within. With a slight pause, she gently pushed the door open, her voice carrying into the room.
“Excuse me, Agent Crawford, may I come in?” Jack’s voice paused momentarily before granting her entry. As she stepped inside, her gaze fell on Jack and another familiar figure. Will stood with his arms crossed, acknowledging her presence. She noticed that he wasn’t wearing glasses anymore.
“Sidonie, what brings you here?” Jack inquired.
“Um…” Sidonie glanced between Jack and Will. “I hope I’m not intruding,” she added, taking a step back.
“As long as it’s important,” Jack replied, a slight smile playing on his lips. Sidonie nodded and approached, standing next to Will. She handed him the file with the printed picture, prompting a raised eyebrow from Jack.
“It’s a bristle,” he said.
“Yes, it is,” she confirmed, stealing a glance at the man next to her. “But it’s not just any bristle; it’s from a brush, a paintbrush,” she explained, pointing at the picture and leaning in slightly. “At the end of the bristle, there is paint. It’s not noticeable at eye level, but under a microscope, you can tell it’s from paint.”
“He’s a painter,” Will remarked quietly, raising his eyebrows at his colleagues. “How typical...” Sidonie blinked in response to the comment.
“At least we have a lead,” Jack interjected, furrowing his brows. “I’ll talk to Hannibal tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll be able to help,” he added. Will nodded and turned to leave, eager to remove himself from the situation as soon as possible.
“Consider what I told you,” Jack warned before Will closed the door on him. He shook his head and turned to Sidonie, who realized that something must have happened before she entered the room. “You can go home now. Keep up the hard work,” he said, and she bowed slightly, pressing her lips together. She turned to leave, but her feet halted halfway through the door.
“Agent Crawford, may I ask you something?” she inquired, turning slightly. Jack hummed in response as he grabbed his coat. “Earlier today, you mentioned the copycat, and I was wondering…” she began carefully. Jack looked at her, his eyes softening slightly. “May I take a look at his files?”
“I doubt that there is anything we can find, but…” Jack trailed off. “Feel free to do so,” he added with a hint of encouragement.
She retrieved her bag and coat from the office before making her way down the stairs towards her car. Will stood nearby, muttering something under his breath, his demeanor tinged with irritation. His gaze flitted around the surroundings, and upon catching sight of Sidonie, he averted his eyes, as if seeking to conceal himself. Dealing with a phone call, he grabbed his phone. Sidonie had noticed that he wasn’t the friendliest type. At the very least, he was awkward, if not unfriendly.
Entering her car, Sidonie placed her bag on the passenger seat and took a moment to gather her thoughts before starting the engine. Just then, she caught Will's muffled voice.
"Hello... hi. I’ve been having trouble starting my car. After I turn the key, I hear clicking sounds, but the engine doesn't start. Yes, I tried jump-starting it, but that didn’t work," he explained, his voice wavering slightly in the cold as he spoke to the service. After providing his details, he pocketed his phone, his expression uncertain. A car pulled up in front of him, and Sidonie leaned down, peering through the window.
"Hey," she greeted him. "I overheard your conversation. Do you need a ride?" Will hesitated, then shook his head.
"No, it’s fine. They will arrive soon," he replied, though his tone lacked conviction.
"I don’t think they will," Sidonie remarked, trying to sound reassuring. "I can drop you off at your place if you’d like?" Will glanced around nervously as if expecting the truck driver to materialize out of thin air. With a resigned sigh, he leaned in.
"I live in Wolf Trap. I’m not sure if—"
"I live in Vian," Sidonie interjected, and he fell silent for a moment before opening the door. Retrieving her bag, she moved it aside to make room for him. Will settled into the seat, his discomfort was evident in his stiff posture and avoidance of eye contact.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice softening.
"You’re welcome," Sidonie replied, starting the car and pulling away from the curb.
The silence enveloped the car, stretching on for a couple of minutes without either of them uttering a word. Sidonie refrained from initiating conversation, sensing Will's discomfort in social settings. Having experienced such feelings herself, she chose silence for their mutual comfort.
Meanwhile, Will felt a sense of unease, a departure from his usual demeanor. He didn’t know her. He would have felt more comfortable if she were someone he had known for a little while. Or maybe not. He considered engaging in small talk, a prospect that filled him with dread, compounded by recent unsettling nightmares he had been having about antlers.
“How was your first day at the office?” Sidonie glanced at him, slightly taken aback by the sudden question, before adjusting her grip on the wheel.
“It was alright. The murder case was interesting,” Will responded, his gaze drifting out the window to the illuminated city lights. “And you?”
“Same old,” he replied.
“How long have you been working at the B.A.U.?” she inquired, attempting to steer the conversation away from an awkward pause.
“Around a week and a half,” Will replied, prompting a surprised reaction from Sidonie.
“I would never have guessed. You and Agent Crawford seem close,” she observed.
“I wouldn’t call us close,” Will muttered, and Sidonie refrained from further comment, sensing his reluctance to elaborate. “How did you come to know Jack?” he asked, shifting in his seat.
“Through law enforcement. I met him through colleagues,” Sidonie replied.
“And why the job change?” Will pressed, his gaze briefly flitting towards Sidonie's hands on the wheel, noting her tight grip. Her grip was tight almost as if she was scared her hands would slip away.
“Nothing specific. Just decided to try something new,” Sidonie explained. He didn’t respond.
“I’m not good with small talk,” Will confessed suddenly, breaking the silence.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it,” Sidonie reassured him with a slight smile. “I enjoy silence as much as conversation.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page... with silence,” Will remarked, his tone softening.
The entire ride remained silent. Surprisingly, after their small talk, it wasn’t as awkward as Will had anticipated. He felt a sense of relief from the tension, at least that’s what he could freely admit.
“You have to turn left here,” he instructed, sitting up slightly. She followed his directions, entering his yard where the dogs barked at the sound of the unfamiliar car. It was clear they were from the house, but the number of them surprised her.
“You’re a dog lover, I see,” she commented.
“Strays,” he replied as he opened the car door. “Would you like to... have a coffee?” he offered, attempting to meet her eyes. He felt grateful for her assistance and wanted to express his thanks, but the thought of sitting in silence over coffee made him uneasy.
“I have a dog of my own, so I need to get going. She’s waiting,” she explained, and Will felt a wave of relief at her words.
“In that case, I won’t keep you. Thanks again,” he said, nodding as he exited the car and closed the door behind himself. Sidonie watched him enter the house, where a bunch of dogs greeted him.
“Strays, huh...” she mused to herself.
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tjalexandernyc · 4 months ago
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TRIPLE SEC is 1 month old
That's 1 month that my queer polyam cocktail romcom about a brusque bartender with a heart of gold getting picked up by a gorgeous, fat high femme and her artsy nonbinary partner has been out in the world.
I didn't share this when doing interviews and stuff, but I wrote this book in the middle of one of the worst depressive episodes of my life. The winter and spring and much of the summer of 2023 was…bad for me. It was a struggle just to keep my head above water, let alone sit down five days a week and work on a story that was supposed to be fluffy and funny while I felt anything but. I was so worried that everything I was going through would bleed out onto the page and infect my safe little romcom world. There were times where everything felt hopeless. "But doctor, I am Pagliacci" vibes, for real.
I wish I could say writing this book brought me out of the depression. It didn't; my life's circumstances improving did. And after a year of recovery from that bout, I have been able to truly enjoy the response to TRIPLE SEC instead of thinking of it as the work I had to do while I felt so awful. We're not enemies, I've realized. This book and I were bunkmates in a terrible war that happened in my head; we've been through a lot together. We'll go through a lot more.
I have heard from so many readers who are holding this story close to their hearts: poly people who've never seen a relationship like theirs on the page; divorced people who, like Mel, didn't think they could ever find love again; nonbinary and undiagnosed hotties who see themselves in Kade; plus-sized girlbosses who have welcomed Bebe; drinkers and sober people and New Yorkers and folks on other continents and bartenders and librarians, who've all been kind enough to say, "I like what you made. It means something to me." I cannot thank you enough for that.
So on its one-month birthday, I thought I'd tell you what this book means to me, even if it's complicated, even if it means taking off my clown makeup for a second.
If you enjoyed TRIPLE SEC, please do me the biggest favor you can do for an author: tell your friends about it, leave reviews on websites, ask your library to stock it, gift it to someone you think will like it. Every little bit helps.
Wishing you a gentle July and a Disability Pride Month rife with justice. 💜
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sweetsuo · 3 months ago
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I'm new but I just read Suo x Reader x Sakura and was wondering if you could do Ren Kaji x Reader x Suo poly?
Hiya! I sure can! I hope you don’t mind me doing some hc for right now. 
I think Suo generally would act similarly regardless of who the third person is, so I’ll go a little more in detail about Kaji, especially since I hc him rather specifically and the dynamic of the poly hinges on him. 
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𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐂𝐬
Suo Hayato x Kaji Ren x Reader
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genre. [nsfw under cut] fluff hc with a dash of angst.
cw. Polyamory. Mentions of violence/fighting. Choking. Impact play. poor grammar.
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Kaji at first would have a hard time in the poly. Not because he is jealous or possessive, but because he is scared. Despite him having feelings for you, it would take him a very long time to say something and an even longer time for him to be in a relationship. His trust in himself is low when it comes to residual anger from overstimulation or post-fight. worst thing imaginable to him is scaring you, or god forbid – hurting you. Luckily Suo is a good fighter and a smooth talker. He has a relaxing aura so even if something were to go down, Suo would be there to make sure you are not within the line of fire. 
Suo’s communication skills also help if there is a misunderstanding. Kaji is clunky at times with talking about his feelings. Not that he won’t, but that it’s hard for him to. Sometimes pin-pointing what makes him upset or identifying overstimulation is delayed. Suo, perceptive as he is, helps cut the processing time down. He even helps Kaji find safe spots to duck into that are quiet. It is the type of situation where you and Suo were together first and he picked up that Kaji had feelings for you. Being the gentleman he is, he was able to set something up and talk about boundaries. 
You and Suo always have candy on you! Kaji finishes his lolipop? You can supply the next! Suo is good at prepping meals so with all that sugar, there is some semblance of balance. The three of you cook together and venture into candy making at times, too. 
Kaji is absolutely an acts-of-service type and physical touch type. Not in the same way Sakura would be, but in that he will always walk you home. He’ll make sure you are safe and feel safe. He’ll have a hand ghosting on your lower back. He’s holding your hand, playing with your hair, hugging you and leaving little kisses on your cheeks. He and Suo will act like little body guards when walking with you. Kaji teaches you how to fight and Suo teaches you self defense. Kaji also can teach you some parkour and how best to climb walls! 
Kaji is able to get better control over his impulses and his anger with the help of you and Suo over time. He’s more willing to trust himself to love you both. He’s able to lean into love and being loved without the fear of hurting you or Suo as when both of you are present, you both watch out for him as much as he watches out for you. It’s collaborative and this poly is the definition of patience and acceptance. 
In terms of sex, I think Kaji would take time getting used to it. The whole situation can be overwhelming. Not to say he is shy, as I definitely do not think that he is. He’s just instinctual. Suo being able to guide in gentle ways helps relieve some of the tension and keep Kaji from getting too lost in the sauce. 
Kaji has self control issues. If it feels good, he wants to go harder. He wants to grip you at full strength. Losing himself in sex means he’s in his own mind, unaware of those around him. His fear of hurting you is an afterthought when he’s in that mindset and Suo is his trusted limiter. Soft reminders to lighten up, to pay attention to your face. If the sounds are too much, Suo can provide earphones and you all can use hand signals instead. Kaji overall is a gentle lover and treats you with delicate care. When he doesn’t – Suo is there to keep him in check. 
Kaji is not a fan of being the one to inflict in impact play. The association of smacks and choking with violence is overwhelming, so Suo takes over on that front. Before starting each session, boundaries are thoroughly discussed as well as mental state. Suo takes extra time to set up after care to be ready as soon as everyone is finished. Kaji may not enjoy the inflicting, but he loves seeing your expressions more than anything. 
If Kaji is ever a bottom, I see him really trusting Suo with sensory deprivation as well. It’s something that can really help him relax.
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not-terezi-pyrope · 9 months ago
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Progressives when people around them are complying with monogamous romantic norms: "All bodies are beautiful ☺️ Nobody should be discriminated against for who or how they love ☺️ Rights for minorities ☺️ Fat liberation ☺️"
Progressives (and everyone else) when they're reminded polyamorous people exist: "Fatty! Smelly stinky fatty! Weird! Weird clothes! Bad makeup! Board games (nerd!). You're ugly. You're ugly and nobody normal would love you which is why I don't have to care that you're getting more love and affection than me. Did I mention that you're fat? Also you're probably a liberal"
Like, we get it, you're insecure, but that doesn't actually mean you're allowed to insult and stigmatise people (and uncritically invoke other bigotries!) to feel better just because you think your mono friends will let you get away with it. The leftism really does leave people's bodies I swear.
This is the number one way I hear monogamous people talk about polyamory, even in leftist and queer spaces. Can assure you that there are multiple posts to this affect being gleefully passed around lgbtq tumblr circles right now.
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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 25 days ago
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Hi!
I’d love a part two to your hit me hard and soft fanfic. Maybe Y/N continues to avoid them as a romantic relationship but begins to accept a platonic one liking eating with Dick or hanging out with Jason at school, etc… but the Batfam gets impatient and talks about why they are afraid (and maybe hunt down the ex which could gain their trust?)
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Hit me Hard and Soft: Whispers in the Shadows
Synopsis: The relationship between the batfam gets broken after mistakes lead to accusations, and accusations lead to contingency plans.
Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader
Tw: Poly!Yandere; All characters aged up; Possible betrayal; Bad father Bruce, but is he actually the asshole here?; Arguments; Mentions of killing and torture; Possibly ooc batboys: English is my 2nd language.
Word count: 2k
Requested? Yes.
Extra notes: Not much action between Reader and the batboys here, but definitely something. Read the end to answer my question👀
General masterlist | Hit me Hard and Soft - Series masterlist
— You can't be serious.
The tension was at its highest point. Only a few times priorly did the conflict between all of them get this bad, and as always, they feared things couldn't go back to the way they were.
— I am being serious. That's how things work. — Bruce stated darkly and Dick narrowed his eyes. — We tried it the nice way, I trusted you to behave, but you couldn't do that. — Bruce raised his gloved hand and pointed at Damian. — First, Damian can't control himself. He spent a decade acting right. Justice, not vengeance. But now, he's using (Y/N) as an excuse to defile orders and act as an assassin again! — Damian hissed and clenched his fists, taking a step forward.
— If you really cared for them, you would understand, father! But as always, you put your so-called mission above everything, even us! Even them! — Bruce clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes in his direction, then turned to Jason.
— And you! How many chances do I have to give you? Both of you! You don't change. You will never change. And until you do that, you will never deserve (Y/N)’s or mine trust. Or their love. — Jason's heart broke in two, but he didn't react on the outside. Just kept his hard, Red Hood’s exterior. As he always did every time he and Bruce had a falling out.
— Bruce… — Dick muttered, a mix of a warning to remind him of not going too far, and betrayal by what he was witnessing. Bruce didn't look phased. And the fact he was still wearing Batman's suit, minus the cowl, just made this whole situation more genuine. He was neither Bruce Wayne, the persona, nor Batman, the vigilant. He was just Bruce. Their boss and their father.
— You hunted down that man, tortured and killed him! And you… — He took his gaze away from Jason and glared at Damian again. — Knew about it, and didn't notify us!
— I did know about it. Todd, you should have told us before. I also wanted that scum’s blood in my hands-
— ENOUGH! THE BOTH OF YOU WILL STAY AWAY FROM (Y/N). FOREVER.
Tim raised an eyebrow.
— Sound’s convenient. — All head’s snapped in his direction.
— What do you mean, Tim? — Dick asked. All muscles on his body tense. Tim gazed at him for a moment, then at Damian and Jason, then at Bruce again, staring directly into his eyes. — I just think it's very convenient that Bruce's getting rid of two of them. While your reason checks with past conflicts we had, with your morals and mission. It's also good for you that you wouldn't have to share (Y/N)’s attention with so many people in the future. Right, Bruce?
Silence took hold of the room.
— What are you implying? — Bruce stomped forward until he was face to face with Tim, their nose’s almost touching, daring him to say more. Tim didn't back down.
— Yeah, Tim, what're you implying? — Jason raised an eyebrow behind his helmet and took a step forward. The others copied that action.
— I’ve been watching you, Bruce. Just like you've been watching us. I know you’ve been upgrading contingency plans, more specifically, our contingency plans. I think he's been trying to keep us busy. To rile us up to commit mistakes. While he hogs all of (Y/N)’s attention. He said Damian could be trusted again if he proved himself, that was a year ago, and he still didn't give Damian permission. I bet he knew Damian would get restless and get more violent with criminals. Until he had an excuse to kick him out. And Jason, he let you spend time with (Y/N) at university. But as soon as (Y/N) started calling you their best friend, hanging out with you outside of classes and even confiding in you about their trauma, proving that our plan to make them trust us was finally working, suddenly (Y/N)’s ex receives an offer to transfer to GCPD, while everyone here has a… Weakness, when it comes to losing people we love and avenging their suffering, it's a known fact some are more… Trigger-happy than others.
Dick shook his head.
— Tim, that's something serious you're accusing him of.
— Let him continue. — Bruce growled darkly.
— I don't have anything to accuse you of, Bruce. I just don't trust you. — He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
— So you're ready to brush off what they did? — Bruce accused and Dick started to feel even more restless seeing that the distance between them didn't change, feeling the urge to get in the middle and defend his little brother.
— I didn't say anything. But I wouldn't be surprised if me or Dick were next. — That made Dick snap.
No, he can't.
He can’t keep me away from them.
After everything I did.
We're just so close now.
Just earlier today we were having lunch together.
He can't.
He can't do this to me.
Is that how Jay and Dami felt? Is that why they snapped and started killing people? Is that why Jason killed that guy? Just for the idea of losing them forever?
Is that why, even with how heartbreaking and horrible it sounds, any possibility of someone trying to take them away from them made Tim voice out his paranoia? Thoughts Dick had when everything was quiet, when he just brushed it off as intrusive thoughts?
It isn't… Logical… But it also is…
The only thing stopping him from believing Tim wholeheartedly is the lifelong trust he had on Bruce. But those are just feelings. And they all feel. Intensely. For you.
And as much as they tried to make it peaceful, everyone having a piece of you and being happy. They were having problems, and a traitor was always a possibility.
Either way, he couldn't take that chance.
That night, Wayne Manor slept almost completely empty. All of the sons were gone. And you would know it too.
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It's been a week. They've been meeting at the apartment just beside yours. It was empty, until Damian bought it, and started living there after cutting ties with his father. He wasn't happy that the others were also using it as their nest, a place to meet and talk about strategies. And keep an eye on you.
Damian was slowly steering his tea, mind elsewhere, not really paying mind to the conversation. While it was important, his stomach was full of butterflies and his heart pounded hard every time he thought about earlier, something he couldn't stop doing. After a whole year of being almost completely away from you, finally spending time with you was like a dream. That just made his resentment towards his father grow worse, even if he didn't do that on purpose, it still felt like injustice.
He knew since he was born, his way of doing things was always better.
He just told you he didn't know that part of the town much, and you, sweet you, already acquainted with his brothers, invited him to show him around. A bad taste came to his mouth whenever he thought he was the least close to you, even if he knew everything there was to know about his beloved. He got left behind. He let himself be left behind.
Because he was weak. Because he was submissive. Because he trusted his father.
His mother did send him to his progenitor's home saying that he needed to learn from him.
— We could use the League.
All heads snapped to him.
— Huh?
— We are talking about contingency plans for our father. We could have the League of Assassins on our side. Infinite resources against one single man. (Y/N) would live in luxury. And they did tell us… — His heart warmed at the sensation of finally feeling included in your life. — … Multiple times that they despised the cold weather Gotham always seems to have. Eth Alth'eban is always hot.
— We are not joining those fuckers, and you shut down that idea before I start believing what that old man said about you and kick your ass into your grave, demon brat. — Damian kept stoic after Jason's response.
— We could use the League for something good for once. I could. As the Head of the Demon. — He retorted with confidence.
Dick shook his head in disbelief.
— Dami, I think that's too much. It would only prove what Bruce was trying to say. — Damian leaned forward, as if getting closer would make his point come across as more genuine.
— I could do it! Not as a dictator like my grandfather! But as something actually good! Not just for us, but for everyone! The whole world!
— Does that megalomaniac plan of yours have an actual strategy? — Damian rolled his eyes.
— Of course it has. Kill anyone who gets in the way of my rightful place at birth. — Damian tilted his head at Tim, who looked at him in disbelief.
— Even Ras? — Damian frowned. What a dumb question. Damian would do anything for you.
— Especially Ras. — A fist hit the table and the oldest got up with a scowl in his face.
— No one. Is going to kill. Anyone. And we are not going to use the League. — Damian got up too.
— What is stopping you? This is for (Y/N)! It is not just some fucking petty act to annoy father. He acted behind our backs and he will take my beloved from me! From us!
— We don't know that yet! — Even with Dick's exclamation, it was clear not even him was totally sure about Bruce's intentions.
— … Failing to prepare is preparing to fail. — Tim muttered. They all observed he had a distant look on his face, it was the look he had when he was planning something. After a few seconds, he looked up again and got up, facing Damian. — I'm with you. It’ll be nice to see Ras look when he realizes he lost to me one last time. And to have whole guardianship of my spleen he keeps on his bedside table again.
— What? — The other three sputtered.
— I won't kill anyone. But I will help you and be an ally. Even if that means losing the Titans and leaving behind everything I build here. All for (Y/N). — Tim spoke. Jason got up.
— Tim, you can't be serious too. — He received a glare in return.
— I am. You're invited to join us. Or to become our enemy.
Damian was staring at Tim, the brother he always had a strange relationship with, full of fights and sarcasm, but they always knew they could count on each other in the end. Because they were family.
Of course, it would be nicer to have you all to himself, but he also needed more allies, and brilliant minds like his own. It would also hurt to lose every person he loved while choosing you, even if he would always choose you in the end.
— … What if (Y/N) doesn't trust us after this? — Dick mumbled, trying to see both sides before making a decision.
— We’ll explain to them. About how we got rid of every single individual who wanted to isolate and steal them from us. How we want to care for them. Keep them safe. And how I- We, made the world a better place in the process. — Dick glared at him halfheartedly.
— We have a solid plan here, Dick. We Just have to form our strategies based on what we have. It will work!
Dick sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He started walking around the apartment, contemplating, listening in on your apartment and Tim and Damian in the background, trying to convince Jason.
When even Jason seemed convinced, Dick knew what he had to do.
Everyone turned to him when he came back to the table again, in expectation.
He looked Damian in the eyes and put his hand on his little brother's shoulders. So grown. So different from what he was before meeting you. You brought the worst out of him. Out of all of them. And you didn't even know it. That was the worse part.
But Dick was always known for being a manipulator.
— Congratulations, you're the new Demon's Head.
Extra note: I'm curious to if you guys think Bruce was actually planning something and not just being regular canon Batman putting his morals above family👀
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lunaxio · 4 months ago
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Hi, I'm Lunaxio. Some random gamedev (cannot disclose game yet, musician ain't ready) who is also bisexual.
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arowitharrows · 9 months ago
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Yes, finally! I've been waiting!! Translation from the coalition agreement:
We will introduce the institution of "community of responsibility" and thus enable two or more adults to take legal responsibility for each other, outside of romantic relationships or marriage."
There are still things I'm angry about with this proposal, mainly in how they're constantly trying to appease people that it won't "encroach on the institute of marriage" (meaning no tax benefits or inheritance, that's a privilege only for married people for some reason). But I still think it's good, and I hope I will find people to do this with.
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