This year I want to celebrate Pride Month. I made progress on my journey to figure what I’m comfortable about myself which I usually hide it from others, sometimes even myself. Take a lot of time for me to make sure about it but I finally am confident to share it with you.
I’m a genderfluid and my sexual orientation is pansexual. My gender expression is androgynous and I’m comfortable with all kind of pronoun: he/she/they/it but I will prefer pronoun like he/they/it o v o I also support both monogamous and polyamorous relationship ❤️ Love is love ❤️
Thank you Best wishes to the community and the allies ❤️❤️❤️
Katsuki comes home earlier then he was meant to and sees something he had never had the pleasure of witnessing for himself. He knew Shoto could be like this sometimes but knowing it and seeing it are two very different things.
Katsuki’s not normally the one in this position. He’s not normally the one on his knees, hands bound behind his back and left hard and desperate as he was forced to watch what he couldn’t have. Yet her he was, knees aching as he knelt at the end of the bed, wrists cuffed together behind his back and glaring intently at Shoto as he fucked hard and slow into Y/N.
He’s got her lead across the bed, her head and shoulders dangling off the edge and giving Katsuki a clear view of Shoto’s lips wrapped around one of her nipples, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh and pulling little breathless gasps and sighs from Y/N’s parted lips. He’s got to be using his quirk, the little shivers and the sudden shift in temperature making Katsuki almost certain Shoto’s covering his mouth with ice and frost until the delicate nub stings like she being pricked by a thousand needles only to let his tongue warm and rub feeling back into it before he moves onto the other and starts all over again.
Katsuki’s close enough that he can feel Y/N’s panting breath across his naked chest. Close enough that he can see how red and sore her breasts are when Shoto finally pulls his mouth away and allows Katsuki to watched as her healing kicks in and the red fades quickly, ready for Shoto’s eager mouth to return and start the process all over again. Katsuki can smell the sweat and sex, can see how red Shoto’s cheeks are despite the frost spreading out from around his lips. His hair had been pulled free of its tie hours ago, the long red and white strands tumbling down and pooling on Y/N’s exposed neck before cascading towards the floor.
They were a vision together and Katsuki wanted to be a part of it. He wanted to shuffle forward, ease her head back slightly and slide his aching prick between her parted lips. He wanted to watch the way the muscles in Shoto’s back bunched and tensed as he continued his relentlessly slow and demanding pace. Katsuki could easily imagine sliding his hands down Shoto’s back, feeling the prickle of cold and heat as well as the shift of his muscles under his palms. And then there was his hair, Katsuki would gather it into his hand, tangling the long silken strands between his fingers and pile it up at the nape of his neck so he could watch the pleasure play across his normally stoic features. Katsuki wanted a lot of things but he wasn’t going to get them. Not tonight anyway.
It was his own fault. He had been to caught up in his annoyance at being ditched by Eijiro that he hadn’t thought about what Shoto and Y/N had planned in his absence. It wasn’t until he had walked into their apartment and found Shoto lead on the couch with Y/N perched above his head that he realised what he had done. Date night was something they had been doing since they first decided to give the polyamory, open relationship thing a go. They were private things, between witch ever two were involved and the other one made themselves scarce for the evening, something Katsuki was supposed to have been doing to give the other two some space. It was the first time in the five years that they had been together that a date night had been interrupted and Katsuki had felt like an idiot for not having remembered and despite the sudden rush of arousal he had been ready to head back out and spend the next few hours at a bar, trying not to think about what the other two were doing until it was time for him to head back home and join them in bed. He should have known Shoto would have made things difficult.
Katsuki very, very rarely got to see Shoto’s dominant side. He knew it existed, Y/N having told Katsuki time and time again about how Shoto had held her down, how he had kept her on edge as he took what he wanted, fingers digging in and leaving bruises that were always gone by the time Katsuki found out they had even been there. He had seen photos though, an occasional video and there had been one memorable occasion where Shoto had phoned him, Katsuki listening through his headphones as he sat in a stupid marketing meeting, Shoto spewing filth in his ear as he reduced Y/N down to nothing more than a whining and desperate mess, begging for more. So yeah, Katsuki knew that Shoto could be like that but never had he actually witnessed such behaviour, Katsuki normally the one in control.
Shoto hadn’t hesitated, sending a trail of ice to keep Katsuki’s feet suck in place. Y/N had been dismissed, sent off to the bedroom with a swift smack to her ass that rang crisp and clear through the air and left her giggling as she quickly complied with his demand. Katsuki hadn’t been ready for Shoto invading his space, had kind of floundered as cool fingers curled round his chin and tilted his head back so he was looking into dark mismatched eyes. They watched each other in silence, Katsuki’s fists clenched at his side and heart slamming away in his chest. It felt like the world was holding it’s breath, waiting for something to happen but Katsuki couldn’t get his mind to work past the firm hold Shoto had on him or how naked and hard the other man was. Shoto had smirked then, something teasing yet wicked and Katsuki had been done for.
Everything happened kind of fast after that. Shoto had melted his ice, shoving Katsuki across the apartment and into there room. Katsuki had bitched and moaned about the unusually rough treatment but hadn’t tried to stop it, not even when the other man had yanked his clothes off, his t-shirt ending up being ripped off and left in tatters on the floor around him. He had grip tightly at Katsuki’s shoulder, pushing him down and he had gone willingly, hard and aching and so fucking confused by the weird change of events. As distracted as he was with Shoto’s dominance Katsuki didn’t even realise he had gone and gotten the cuffs from their play chest until his arms had been yanked behind his back and the cool metal had clicked into place.
The rules had been simple enough. Don’t move, don’t speak and don’t look away. After spreading Katsuki’s legs wider with a nudge of his foot Shoto had left him there, forgotten in favour of returning his attention to Y/N. She had been casually laying on the bed the whole time, turned on her side and head propped up on her hand as she watched the two of them with a lazy interest that she normally reserved for PR and sponsor meetings. As soon as Shoto had gotten a knee on the bed though her attention had snapped back to him, a smirk curling up the corners of her mouth as she rolled onto her back and welcomed the other man with open arms and spread legs.
Katsuki had done as he was told, biting at the inside of his cheek to keep his groans at bay and hands curled into tight fists until his nails were digging painfully into his palms to keep him from squirming with the need to touch and be touched in return. He never took his eyes off the pair before him, hungrily drinking in the image they made. He watched as Shoto had her curl her hands around the headboard and spread her legs as wide as they would go, instructing her not to move as his mouth descended on her cunt, not stopping until her legs were shaking from the effort of keeping them open as he brought her to climax not once but twice. Katsuki watched as Shoto had her sprawl across the bed on her front, her hands curling around her ankles as he stood before her and proceeded to grab her head with both hands and fuck her mouth and throat with a wild abandonment and little regard to the way she whined and gasped around the intrusion. He watched as Shoto pulled away with a groan before urging her onto her back. Gabbing a condom seemed like an after thought, Shoto rolling it on his hard prick as he climbed back on the bed and settling himself between her spread legs. He had grabbed at her ankles, lifting her legs up and wide before sliding into her with one hard thrust that had Y/N’s head tipping back on a gasp, eyes screwed shut and Katsuki had broken skin as he bit down on his cheek to keep from moaning along. It was torture, watching Shoto take his pleasure and listen to Y/N beg him for more only to be left frustrated when he didn’t give her what she wanted. It was torture, being denied and the longer it went on the worse it got, Katsuki’s frustration and longing for more growing alongside Y/N’s.
In front of him Shoto pulled his mouth off of Y/N’s red and pert nipple with a pop, his teeth grazing across it and drawing a pained whine from between her parted lips. Shoto just smirked, pushing himself back onto his knees and adjusting the angle of his thrusts and Y/N’s whine cut off with a gasp. Shoto hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, his hand curling around the meat of her thigh and fingers digging in until Katsuki was sure that they were going to break skin. She didn’t seem to care, using her foot to dig into Shoto’s shoulder and try to urge his closer. Huffing in amusement Shoto turned his head, nipping at the side of her knee and instantly she stilled, body tensing for just a second before going lax once more. She lead there, completely pliant and allowing Shoto to take what he wanted like she was some sort of realistic sex doll, bending and stilling with the pressure of his hand.
Katsuki’s dick twitched, pre-cum dribbling from the tip and sliding down the neglected organ. He knew what that was like, having such a great source of power give up control like that and place it all in his hands. It was a heady mix of emotions that had Katsuki feeling both powerful and slightly amazed that she would give herself over so completely to him when they all knew that with just a single tough she could bring him to his knees. Katsuki liked being the one in control and it seemed that Shoto liked it to, as long as he was in the right kind of mood anyway.
Shoto leant down slightly, his hand flexing on her thigh as he pushed her knee closer to her chest and once again changed the angle of his thrusts. Y/N cried out, hands gripping at the sheets and mouth falling open as she tipped her head back and arched of the bed. Shoto didn’t waist any time, the hand that had been supporting his weight on the bed darting up to wrap around the exposed column of her throat. When she sucked in a startled breath his hold tightened, squeezing gently. Katsuki couldn’t help but lick at his lips, his own breath coming hard and fast now as he watched with dark hungry eyes. Shoto wasn’t chocking her, not yet anyway. His hand just a firm pressure that mad each breath just a little harder to pull in and remind her that at any moment he could tighten his hold and steal her breath away. It was a blatant display of power, one that had Katsuki’s fingers twitching with the need to join the other mans. Her bet she would like that, both their hands squeezing down and controlling everything in that moment including how much air she got. Fuck Katsuki wanted to blindfold her, wanted to place a pair of noise cancelling headphones over her ears and tie her down with her hips raised and head dangling off the bed. Leave her venerable and spread open, ready and waiting yet unknowing of what was to come.
She sucked in a deep breath when Shoto’s hold loosened, her chest expanding with it and drawing Katsuki’s eyes briefly down to her harden nipples before darting back to her face. She had barely let the breath she was holding go before Shoto was squeezing down on her throat once more. Her breath hitched, lips parting ever so slightly more as her tongue poked out to wet her lips before disappearing back inside the warm dark cavern of her mouth. Katsuki wanted to follow it with his tongue. He wanted to kiss the very air from her lips, wanted to slide his finger in and press down on her tongue until she was gagging and gasping. Or better yet he wanted to side his aching prick between her lips and down her throat only to hold it there whist Shoto squeezed down on her throat.
Fuck he bet that would feel amazing, letting Shoto tighten the addictive wet heat around him as the other man continued to fuck into her willing and pliant body. Katsuki wouldn’t be able to resist, claiming Shoto’s lisps in a demanding kiss and leaving Y/N forgotten beneath them until she was squirming and desperate for breath. Only then would Katsuki pull back. Only then would Shoto let his hold go lax. They would both watch as she gasped for breath, face red and blotchy with tears streaming down her face. They would give her time, let her breathing calm and the red fade but that would be it and Katsuki would slide right back in as Shoto’s hand went back to her throat to do it all over again.
“Look at me,” Shoto demanded and instantly Katsuki eyes snapped up from where he had been staring at Shoto’s hand wrapped around Y/N’s throat to look at the other man. Shoto wasn’t looking at him though, his dark and hungry eyes fixed on Y/N and Katsuki was reminded that he wasn’t part of this. He wasn’t supposed to be here and he wouldn’t be included past given the pleasure of watching. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, all colour gone and nothing but inky black pools left behind and yet they both knew she was looking directly at Shoto, their gaze locked as she waited for his next command. “What do you want?” Shoto’s voice was low and deep when he spoke, pitched closer to Katsuki’s. It sent a thrill through him, knowing that Shoto had learnt how to demand and take from watching Katsuki do exactly the same thing to him and Y/N. He couldn’t help but smirk, already planning a lesson of sorts with Y/N at their mercy and Katsuki instructing Shoto on how to dominate and control, to give and take until she broke beneath their hold. Not that he would need much instruction considering the way Y/N had already become a compliant mess beneath him.
Y/N licked at her lips before answering, her voice shaking as much as her breath. “To cum.” Shoto narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching and for a second Katsuki thought he was going to grant Y/N her wish but to his delight and slight anguish Shoto didn’t. “No,” he grit out from between clenched teeth, his grip on her neck tightening. Katsuki only just managed to keep his moan at bay, fingers flexing against his thighs. He loved Shoto when he was compliant and eager to please. Loved being the one to drive his pleasure higher and send him crashing over the edge but this, seeing his own behaviour reflected back at him was something on a whole different level, maybe even better considering that it was such a rare sight. He forgot his own needs, forgot the ache in his palms and the throbbing of his dick and instead focused on Shoto, revelling in the display of dominance.
“Please,” she whined, her leg over Shoto’s shoulder tensing as if to urge him on but Shoto’s grip on her thigh tightens and she went lax instantly with a huff. “No,” Shoto said again, his voice flat and leaving no room for argument. Y/N whined in frustration, her eyes falling closed and Katsuki held his breath, waiting to see what the other man would do next. Shoto doesn’t disappoint.
He frowned down at her, his slow but deliberate pace slowing even more. T/B whined again, rolling her hips as best as her position would allow her to but Shoto’s resolve remains strong, another thing that Katsuki had been surprised by consider Shoto normally hated dragging things out, always desperate to get to his climax. Slowly Shoto drags his blunt nails up along Y/N’s thigh, leaving deep red scratches behind that have her crying out at the sudden sting of pain. At the same time a thin layer of ice begins to spread out from under his palm, spreading up her neck and towards her chin as well as down towards her collarbone. It’s seems to brake something in her, words gushing from between her parted lips in a desperate rush.
“Please Shoto. Please. I wanna cum. Wanna come on your cock. Please let me. Please.” Katsuki’s not sure that he wouldn’t have given in by now, always weak for Y/N’s desperate begging but it seemed Shoto was fairing better in this situation then Katsuki would have. Shoto let’s go of her leg, unceremoniously shoving it off his shoulder and letting it fall to the side. His hold on her neck never wavers though, tightening even and Katsuki can hear the way her breath stutters under his grip. At the same time Shoto lifts his other hand up and without taking his eyes off of Y/N he brings his hand down against her breast, the sharp smack of skin on skin cutting through the room. Katsuki sucked in a breath, eyes widening slight as he watches her tit jiggle from the impact. Y/N jerked under him as if to get away from the sting of pain, gasping loudly and hands gripping at the sheets tightly.
“Such a needy little thing,” Shoto chided, following his words with another quick slap to her breasts. Y/N whimpers but she doesn’t try to stop Shoto, just lays compliant under his control and as much as Katsuki’s enjoying the show he’s beginning to grow frustrated and impatient again, wanting to be where Shoto is and finally get a little relief of his own. “Beg me for it.” There’s another stinging slap, Shoto’s fingertip catching her nipple and Katsuki wants to take it in his mouth, sooth the sting with his tongue. There’s a desperate need humming away under his skin, making him feel on edge. If Y/N doesn’t beg Shoto Katsuki thinks he might and that has him clenching his jaw and forcing the words back down. Katsuki isn’t a beggar, not unless it’s the right kind of situation and as much as he wants right now it’s not enough to have him breaking down like that.
Y/N though does, a constant stream of please falling from between her parted lips. Shoto said nothing for a while, his pace not increasing though his thrusts become harder, the rhythmic slap of skin filling the room. He keeps his hand around her throat, eyes fixed on her face as he watches her fall apart for him. Shoto continues to play with her breasts, alternating between slapping, pinching and twisting her nipples and cupping her breasts almost gently. Katsuki has no idea how long this goes on for, his frustration growing and eyes darting across the entire scene and unable to decide what he should be watching.
There’s a particularly hard slap, followed by an almost vicious pinch that had Y/N crying out in a mix of pain and arousal. Abruptly Shoto let’s go of her, pulling away and unceremoniously flipping her onto her stomach. There’s a surprised squeak, Y/N’s eyes snapping open and a spark of panic in them. When flipping her over Shoto managed to force her up the bed, Y/N almost falling off the edge but she manages to get her hands under her, bracing herself against the floor. She’s half hanging off the bed, her waist and legs still on the matrices while her whole upper body hangs off it. Her hands are just inches from Katsuki’s knees, her head between his spread legs and tantalisingly close to his aching prick.
Katsuki sucks in a breath, eyes wide as he looks down at the back of Y/N’s head. It would be so easy to shuffle forward, to raise his hips up and nudge his dick against her lips until he slipped inside. It would have been easy and yet Katsuki doesn’t, stuck staring instead. Movement from above has Katsuki’s eyes darting up over the slop of Y/N’s spine and the curve of her ass just in time me to see Shoto bring down his palm on her ass. The slap is loud and Y/N cries out just a loudly. There has to be a mark left behind, an imprint of Shoto’s hand and Katsuki desperately wants to see it before it fades.
Shoto shuffles up behind her, spreading her legs wider as he nudged her hips up slightly until he could slip back inside of her. He moans softly, eyes flutter closed and Katsuki can’t help but feel jealous that Shoto got to feel the clench of her cunt around his prick whilst Katsuki got nothing but the feeling of Y/N’s gasping breaths against his sensitive skin. He watches Shoto, glaring as the other man pulls in a steadying breath. Sighing he soothed a hand up her back, eyes fluttering open to watch as his hand slid down towards her shoulder, fingers rubbing against her sides before returning both hands to her hips, holding her tightly. “Cum when you want to,” Shoto mumbled, pulling his hips back only to slam forward again.
He set a fast and relentless pace, the slap of skin on skin getting louder with how hard and unforgiving he’s being. Y/N’s hands slip on the carpet from the force, her fingers brushing across Katsuki’s knees and it isn’t long before she has he hands resting on the top of his knees, her grip tight as she uses him to keep from slipping forward. The change of position has her face incredibly close to his dick, her hot breath puffing out across the aching member with every gasp and moan. It takes a monumental effort for him not to thrust up, to not chase that heat and it’s only Shoto’s piercing gaze that keeps him from doing just that.
His and Katsuki’s eyes are locked, Shoto smirking slightly at his clear agitation at being denied something he so desperately wants. Katsuki scowls back, wanting to snap and snarl but he knows it’s not his place. He had been the one to intrude on their private moment and this is his punishment. Katsuki would suffer through it and if he was lucky maybe Shoto would let him rub one out afterwards, cumming all over Y/N’s face with those mismatched eyes still watching him and full of cruel amusement.
Y/N’s breathing harder, her hands twitching on Katsuki’s knees and he can tell that she’s getting closer to the edge. Shoto must be able to tell as well, his grip on her hips tightening to the point he will end up leaving behind bruises and begins to pull her back into his thrusts. “Come on,” he urged her but his eyes remained on Katsuki, that smirk never wavering. “Cum for me. Just like this. Just like the desperate little bitch you are.” The vulgar words send a shiver down Katsuki’s spine and though he knows they are directed at Y/N Katsuki can’t help be feel like Shoto’s talking to him, demanding that Katsuki come untouched just from Y/N’s breath on his dick and the vision on Shoto fucking into her over the swell of her ass. It’s not possible, Katsuki can’t give him that but in the moment he wishes he could, wishes he could just arch his back and spurt his load across Y/N’s lips. His dick gives a valiant twitch, pre-cum dribbling from the tip and Y/N moans, something low and filled with longing. It’s then that Katsuki realises that she’s probably been staring at his dick the whole time she’s been down there, wanting it in her mouth just as much as Katsuki wasn’t to be buried between her lips.
“Please,” she whines and Katsuki doesn’t know who she’s asking for what but his resolve snaps quicker that an elastic band pulled taught. Eyes still watching Shoto Katsuki ever so slightly raises his hips. Shoto groans, his eyes closing once more as he tips his head back, his hair cascading down his back and Katsuki shuffles forward slightly. Shoto’s pace is becoming sloppy, a clear sign that he’s getting closer to his own peak and Katsuki knows he doesn’t have long to get what he wants. Shoto takes one of his hands off her hips and quickly slides it under her. Katsuki feels Y/N’s breath stutter as the head of his dick nudges against her slightly parted lips. He had to fight back his own groan, bitting at the inside of his cheek and digging his nails into the meat of his ass. Her lips part on a loud cry, his prick just slipping across her lips to nudge at her tongue when he realises exactly what’s happening. His eyes snap down from Shoto looking at the women between them.
Y/N’s trembling, nails digging into Katsuki’s thighs and the loud cry morphing into an even louder shout of Shoto’s name as she crashed into her orgasm. She turned her head to the side, Katsuki easily slipping from between her lips and sliding across her cheek. He keep the groan of frustration in, is to wound up to even care that he broke a rule. A breathless chuckle from above has Katsuki looking back up finding Shoto already watching him, a mocking smirk curling up his lips. His hips stutter, Shoto groaning as Y/N whimpers and pants against Katsuki’s thigh. He keeps his gaze locked on Katsuki as he lift his glistening hand to his lips, moaning obscenely as he slides two fingers into his mouth and greedily sucks Y/N’s realise off of them.
That was what does it for Shoto, snapping his hips into hers twice more before he stills, groaning loudly around his fingers as he finally cums. It’s a vision, the way his mouth goes slack, tongue visibly prodding between his fingers and his whole body shudders from the wave of pleasure that pulses through him. Katsuki wants to kiss him whilst his fingers are still in his mouth. Wants to suck and lick Y/N’s taste off the digits and intertwine his tongue with Shoto’s.
Sighing Shoto sucked at his fingers one last time before slipping his fingers from his lips and letting his hand fall to his side. After that Shoto didn’t waist any time, slowly slipping out of Y/N and making her moan weakly. He slides gracefully off the bed, yanking the condom off as he walks round towards Katsuki and the still trembling Y/N, tying it off and dumbing it in the bin before he steps up next to them. He completely ignores Katsuki, instead helping Y/N off the bed and onto her feet. Gone was the demanding and sometimes cruel man from just moments before, Shoto seemingly shedding the person as easily as he had the condom.
He’s gentle with Y/N now, murmuring his praise and checking if she was ok, if what he had done had been ok. She smiles warmly up at him, quick to reassure him that she had enjoyed every second of it. It was a sweet and somewhat soft moment, made even more so when Shoto swept Y/N off her feet and into his arms, Y/N laughing brightly as she leant down to kiss him, Shoto walking from the room and disappearing round the corner and presumably towards the bathroom for a shower.
Katsuki was left on the floor, hard and aching and forgotten. No not forgotten. Ignored. Now he was alone Katsuki shifted, distributing his weight so he was more comfortable and sitting back so his ass was between his feet. The cuffs clinked, the once cold metal having warmed long ago. His shoulders ached slightly, so dose his knees but it was nothing to uncomfortable and did little to distract him from his own arousal. Sighing Katsuki tipped his head back and looked up at the ceiling and the shadows the lights cast across the plaster. His mind wandered, unsurprisingly going to the two people in the next room over.
Katsuki could easily picture what they looked like naked under the hot stream of watcher, had seen it enough times before to know exactly what they would be doing in there. It would all be soft smiles and gentle touches, the two exchanging lazy kisses along with declarations of love. They would wash each other and though hands would glide teasingly over sensitive places they wouldn’t push for more, both content with the act they had just participated in. Shoto would place a kiss to every inch of skin he had left a mark upon, giving her a necklace of kisses to go with the fading bruises around her throat. Y/N would wash Shoto’s hair for him, taking great care and leaving him a boneless and content mess until it was time to get out and he had to move again. They would dry the other off, Y/N wringing the extra water from his hair before brushing and platting it.
He knew what those two were like and he probably had a long wait ahead of him before they came back looking for clothes and Katsuki was finally let go. Huffing he let his eyes fall to the bed, wondering it it would be more or less comfortable to collapse face first down on the sheets to wait. He was just about to try and get up when he heard footsteps from behind and he went still, back ridged as he waited. It hadn’t been long enough, not by a long shot so why was one of them back already?
Katsuki felt them come to a stop behind him, could feel their presence as they knelt down behind him and then there were familiar fingers on his wrists, long and dexterous fingers undoing the cuffs and easing them off Katsuki’s wrists. Bringing his arms round Katsuki rubbed at the slightly red skin, looking up as Shoto stepped round and in front of him. He was still naked, his hair still dry and swept to one side, the long strands tumbling over his shoulder and halfway down his ribs. Wordlessly he offered Katsuki his hand and the blonde took it, letting the other man help pull him to his feet. Shoto didn’t step back and Katsuki ended up stood close to him, their chests bumbling together slightly. His erection had begun to flag a little once left alone but now that Shoto was so close it was back with a vengeance, twitching impatiently between his legs.
Sighing Katsuki buried his hand in Shoto’s hair, thumb rubbing at his cheek. Shoto smiled softly, almost shyly, like he was waiting for Katsuki to complain about what had just happened. “Idiot,” Katsuki huffed before pulling Shoto closer and sealing their lips together in a remarkably soft and tender kiss. Shoto moaned into it, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck and kissing back. He’s pliant under Katsuki now, all trace of dominance gone and willingly letting Katsuki take control once more. The kiss lasts for a few glorious moments but far to soon Shoto’s stepping backwards, his eyes dropping down to Katsuki’s erection that had been poking him in the thigh. “Come on,” he smirked, untangling Katsuki’s hand from his hair, “before Y/N uses all the hot water.” He laced Katsuki fingers with his own, gently tugging him to follow and Katsuki went wordlessly, content to let Shoto lead for once.
That night had started off as a bit of a disaster and then it had looked like it was going to be one full of frustration and dissatisfaction but in the end it had been perfect, Katsuki ending up between the two people he cared for most. He had made love to Y/N in the shower that night, slow and gentle with Shoto at his back, helping to hold her up and pressing kisses along his neck with a hand splayed across his stomach and occasionally dropping down to where Katsuki and Y/N were joined together, whispering words of love and praise into Katsuki’s ear as he rocked his own erection against Katsuki’s ass.
Their relationship was strange and unusual but it worked for them and Katsuki wouldn’t want it any other way.
Wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day with my fav love triangle and powercouples from my dark fantasy universe ♥️ Arden & Anne & Sidryes ♥️ Swipe for more!
A Roswell NM Western AU, featuring polyamory in the old west (Liz/Kyle/Max triad, and a developing V/triad with Alex/Michael and Alex/Forrest)
—– When the Long Gang’s lawless ways result in casualties, Liz Ortecho and Dr. Kyle Valenti are called upon to try and save the wounded. Neither of them are prepared for the way that Michael Guerin rides into town with telegraph operator Alex Manes half-dead in his arms…or the fact that Sheriff Max Evans- the man they both love- is carried in behind him.
“So, wait - you only date one person at a time, on purpose? Okay. But - FOREVER?! On purpose? You both talk about it and agree to that? You both WANT that? Is this - I think I saw this on TV one time. Is this, like, part of a religious sect?”
“Rhonda, I just realized - I don’t think I’ve seen your husband out with another woman for, gosh, it must be years now. Is everything ok with him?”
“Aren’t you worried you’ll become totally codependent and wrapped up in each other and not be able to put energy into other important relationships in your life, like close friends and family?”
“Monogamy, huh? Kinky.”
“Want me to set you two up? … oh, my bad. I don’t know a lot of monogamous people. How does that work, anyway?”
“So you never date anyone else? Ever? Do you at least have sex with other people? … wow. I could never do that.”
We went out to see Purson and Ghost play last night and it was so much fun! Super intense show with enough theatrical flair to make any drama nerd have heart eyes. The only thing that would have made the night better would have been our girl going with us!
My two cents on non-monogamy. I’m neutral. It’s not any better or worse than any other relationship configuration involving men. Different relationship styles are just part of human diversity. If polygyny is treated as a man owning multiple objects, and polyandry is treated as one object being shared by multiple men, then the problem is women being viewed as objects — which definitely happens in monogamy too, the root problem being heterosexual relationship dynamics molded by the hierarchy of patriarchy. Which is why open relationships seem to be working fine for gay men.
I think in radfem circles a lot of the opposition to non-monogamy is reflexive due to its association with the whole liberal sex pozzie stuff, which is understandable because men have proven they will pursue more pussy at the expense of women’s wellbeing. But things must stand and fall on their own merit and not merely be deemed guilty by association. After all, abortion and birth control are things the liberal patriarchy has co-opted to increase male sexual access to women with less responsibility, but no radical feminist would argue that these reproductive rights our foremothers fought for are therefore intrinsically oppressive and anti-feminist.
As a matter of fact, it actually was radical feminists in the second wave who postulated that non-monogamy could be liberating for women. The origins of enforced monogamy aren’t very feminist either. It literally originated as affirmative action for low value men, a “pussy redistribution” so that a few men don’t take all of the women and leave the rest with no wives. The societal evolution away from polygamy wasn’t for women, it was for men. Either way, women are viewed and treated like objects with no will of their own, properties to be passed around and handed out for the sake of men and a supposed “greater good” of society.
And a lot of the “(radical) feminist” rhetoric around and critique of non-monogamy just comes off as condescending, presumptuous, and patriarchal. Open relationships are not infidelity — by definition consensual non-monogamy isn’t cheating. And yes, it’s true that said “consent” can be manipulated and coerced, but the same applies to just about any other relationship or action under the sun. Saying that polyamory is simply cheating because women be pressured into it is like saying that anal is automatically rape because women be pressured that. The problem is the pressure, which is by no means inherent nor exclusive to the practice. Somehow someway, some women are ok with these things and that’s fine! The personal preferences of particular women is not the hill that feminists should be dying on, so as long as they’re not immediately harmful. Don’t mistake “class analysis” as an excuse to invalidate people’s reality and act like you know them better than they know themselves. You sound like an ass.
Insinuating or straight up stating that women can never desire multiple partners or must have low self-esteem to be non-monogamous or anything along those lines is just mirroring the same traditional regressive notions around women’s sexuality. The old “women mono men poly” thing. Why wouldn’t women be able to be polyamorous? Why can’t women just desire sexual stimulation? And how would such an arrangement be “benefitting men” anymore than monogamous heterosexual unions are already generally benefiting men? As feminists we should be criticizing the harm these things can do to women without contributing to patriarchal or other oppressive narratives. Like how we must critique the hijab without increasing the burden of racist misogyny on those wearing it, or being condescending and presumptuous towards hijabis. It comes across as an arrogant savior complex that doesn’t have the best interests of women at heart, like talking at and about them rather than to and with them.
Clearly I take issue with a lot of the radfem hostility to non-monogamy, but also I obviously side eye the pro-poly crowd. It’s like a lot of them are willfully ignorant towards context and act like choices are desires are formed in a vacuum. Under a patriarchal society where sexual access to women is seen as a status symbol, isn’t it a bit suspicious for a man to leap at the chance to bed as many women as possible? As a matter of fact, I remember seeing a study claiming that monogamy in men is correlated with intelligence, same deal for atheism — the common theme is rejection of baser instincts and impulses. I don’t even like to call harems “polyamory” because 9/10 there’s no love in that, only hoarding women like resources. Of course these trends don’t apply to every single individual and relationship, we shouldn’t generalize, but it’s something to keep in mind.
And another thing, a lot of poly people are hyper “woke” and fancy themselves and their lifestyle the epitome of progressive, which is a bit… flawed. Preaching polyamory as inherently more “enlightened” and “forward” is also rather condescending and patronizing and naive. I’ve recently seen some claim that polyamory is a threat to capitalism, and that’s just a reach. I guess if you squint you can see where that conclusion comes from, because criticism of the (monogamous, heterosexual) nuclear family has been part of anti capitalism since Engels wrote On The Family. But private property existed back when polygamy was the norm. I believe it’s that capitalism produces monogamy (at least in women), rather than vice versa or non-monogamy necessarily subverting capitalism today. Capitalism is based on private ownership, so it fosters possessive mentality — women became the first private property because men needed paternity assurance for heirs. I’ve heard that certain tribes with a more communal style of living had more open relationships because they weren’t obsessed with guarding property and paternity, which is something that warrants more research. But now that capitalism is already established, it can’t simply be “undone” by popularizing polyamory. What is a threat to capitalism is communal living and strong networks of mutual aid, and it’s not necessary to fuck multiple people to have that.
Gender politics aside, I don’t think polyamory will ever be as common as monogamy for some good reasons, humans apparently tend towards monogamy. I did a poll on my Instagram stories (yes very scientific I know) on the topic of non-monogamy and most of the people who answered, like over a hundred, said it was terrible. Only a handful said it was good and they like it. So the minority who are “naturally” polyamorous should feel free to be so instead of making themselves and their partners miserable by repressing themselves, forcing themselves into monogamy. I’m supportive of polyamorous women, especially my fellow bi babes, but I remain very skeptical of (straight) men who want to be poly. Seeing a man with multiple women provokes my fight or flight response (lmao) because it gives patriarchal harem vibes, but if said man is respectful towards women and treats his partners like humans rather than objects, if there are no double standards, fine. Coincidences and unfortunate implications happen and I don’t think it’s right nor fair to demand individuals change something fundamental and inherent to themselves just to avoid bad optics or fitting stereotypes. Quality not quantity — if they’re not misogynistic shitpiles then a woman having three boyfriends isn’t more concerning than her having one.
I’ve had some really interesting discussions in my irl radfem group about this! Definitely agreed about being reflexively negative towards polyamory due to the association with libfem sex positivity (as well as most poly people I’ve met being insufferable lol), but imo there’s nothing incompatible with radical feminism and, say, three women in a truly consensual polyamorous relationship.
Because we live in a patriarchy, I think it’s difficult/impossible to have a male-female relationship free of inequality (ref: all the studies showing that marriage/LTRs are bad for women but good for men), and whether it’s a man with multiple girlfriends or a woman with multiple boyfriends, the more people you add, the more skeptical I am that it’s a mutually beneficial relationship free of coercion.
That said, I do like that it challenges the traditional nuclear family, especially the idea that there’s one person out there who can meet your every social/sexual/emotional need, but like you said, there’s more ways to break down the nuclear family than dating additional people.
Basically I think I’m probably neutral as well; I know I have a knee-jerk negativity towards it, but don’t think arguing against all of polyamory as a concept is a helpful battle for feminists. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and I’d be really interested to hear what other women think!
I will be honest, I have a personal bias against polyamoury because the (much older) male got me into the relationship and doing things with him I wasn’t into via his girlfriend (he’d teach his girlfriend things and she’d teach me). But I’m also not into men and so that relationship was generally miserable for me. I was the addition and felt very much used when it was all over. But, that was probably more the result of a) my sexuality not being compatible with men and b) him being so much older than me. And what I’ve experienced in polyamoury is a man using a younger girl to draw out an even younger girl and groom them both into kink and shit like that. And so when I see a poly couple looking for a third, my go to is the extra potential for grooming.
And I think it’s something to be aware of and acknowledge that it happens but also acknowledge that grooming and abuse can happen in any relationship. It’s just a very specific grooming tactic that can be used by men.
So I guess all that to say, my criticism of polyamoury really is an extension of my criticism of PIV and male/female relationships as a whole. And how polyamoury opens up new dangers for women and things to watch out for in relationships.
Does any of that make sense?
So I’m not against it, but I’m critical of the way men may use poly to be abusive in ways that are specific to these types of relationships. But women aren’t stupid for entering these relationships, just like monogamous relationships with men. And they can be okay if specific conditions are met (like female dating strategy for straight women, we could create a dating strategy for poly women). And these relationships can even be good. As long as we’re safe.
The bad news is that the writer’s block that I’ve been in denial about for the past few months hasn’t left. The good news is that my desire for White Collar content hasn’t been impacted by it. In conclusion I made a short White Collar video edit for operationmorewhitecollar’s 12 Days of White Collar event, which occurs in December.
It’s the first video edit that I’ve been able to finish and feel enough good about to publish, so I’m really excited to see what you guys will think!
The video file is approx. 14.1MB, and a quick google search tells me that tumblr allows you to post videos up to 100MB so I might post it here. Other options I’m considering are posting it on youtube and/or ao3, and adding a link on a post here. Let me know what you think!
For years now, you have loved the Beta Tau Sigma boys. But you thought it was unrequited. Until you were involved in a freak accident and your soul learns that that love may not be unrequited after all.
Cheating but not really, angst, slight smut and sex dolls, frat parties, use of weed
A/N. To read the safe for work rest of this series, please proceed to my side blog @clutterfield.
YOONGI POV
The lights are low as the bass booms all over the large interior of the Beta Tau Sigma’s after party.
“Oh baby,” Yoongi moans as his cock throbs, pulses inside the woman’s throat, coating her tongue with his hot white release.
What was her name again? Jieun was it? Naeun? Fuck if he gave a damn. The only thing he remembered was getting high on weed and tugging some random chick to his bedroom.
And now here he was about to get laid but why the fuck was he feeling guilt gnawing like a vice at the back of his mind whenever he thought of your pretty face– he frowns as his dick goes limp too fast for his liking.
The woman’s tits come in full view as she attempts to go on all fours with the clear intention of submitting but then something snaps inside the frat member’s conscience and he stops here to her obvious disappointment. “Get out.” He remarks hastily pulling up his briefs and joggers, suddenly angry at himself, at the world for some odd reason or another and the woman squeaks, shocked and mortified as he none too gently drags her out and locks the door behind him once left alone.
He plops down onto his bed, black sheets still messy from a much earlier romp and he closes his eyes in frustration, slinging an arm over them, taking deep measured breaths to calm himself just as his therapist told him to do.
Grasping for his phone, he thumbs through the group chat and curses upon seeing that YN had asked if one of them could pick her up somewhere but didn’t receive any response. “We’re fucking assholes.” He grouses, throat raw as if wanting to cry.
Why did he want to cry anyway? Fuck, maybe he was too high on weed after all.
Where are you? He texts but after a few minutes, you don’t respond and his eyes flutter shut.
He doesn’t notice that the message failed to send.
SEOKJIN POV
“Where the fuck is everyone?” He gripes, in a sour mood as he balances a pan of freshly done tacos on one hand and his phone in the other.
He still had to check on the steak and his kitchen was already a fucking mess– some of the Sigma members had decided to crash his fridge and steal all the bottles of expensive bordeaux they could find and even graciously left stains on the counters -which he would be the one cleaning up for fuck’s sake!
A hand on his crotch surprises him enough to nearly drop the food tray and as he swivels to shout at the person, his lips are almost immediately assaulted with saliva and teeth, a little bit of spunk too. If he could guess, someone already shot their filthy disgusting load into her mouth.
He wondered why he ever allowed himself to eat her cunt once.
“Oppa, Yoongi-oppa was being mean to me…” Her nasally voice sticks to his skin unpleasantly and he shoves her off.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Who’s fucking girl are you anyways? Yoongi’s?”
Another pout and then Jimin and Taehyung jogs through the room, only to spot her.
“Yah, aren’t you Changbin’s?” Taehyung asks.
She shrugs, eyeing them like a feast and the two don’t hide their disgust. “Get the fuck out and go back to your boyfriend. ” Jimin grits his teeth and the girl huffs, heels clicking as she stalks out.
Seokjin merely raises a brow at them. “She’s been fucking everyone here I take it?”
Both maknaes nod and Seokjin sighs, pushing the tray for them to take. “I’ll be in the washroom scrubbing my mouth.”
NAMJOON POV
He remembers explicitly stating that no women were allowed in the house.
Not when YN was coming home any minute now.
They had forgotten to warn her that the Sigmas were having an annual gathering and he didn’t want to give YN the wrong idea that they disrespected her in any way.
She was family (well more than that…at least to him anyway as he couldn’t speak for the others), this was also her house and he wasn’t a fuckboy enough to subject her to what the fuck ever goes on when one of them brings in women.
He sees Jeongguk pass by, a pack of cigarettes in hand and he stops him. “Guk, who the fuck gave that hussy permission to be here?” He eyes Lee Jieun, all dressed up in the shortest little black dress, breasts hanging out and butt cheeks exposed laughing at the group playing poker by the pool.
Jeongguk squints and growls, “Why the fuck is she here?”
Namjoon steps back an inch, surprised at the younger man’s sudden intense dislike for her. “You know her?”
Jeongguk gives a grim smile, “Yeah, she’s the one who keeps on bullying YN at her workplace. ” He then stares at the leader curiously, “So she hasn’t slept with you, huh?”
“What do you mean she bullies YN?” Namjoon frowns, not liking where this was going. “And fuck no. I wouldn’t even fucking touch her with a ten foot pole. She screams STD for fuck’s sake.” He points out just in time as someone’s tongue touches hers in a horrific public display.
Jeongguk grimaces. “Well good for you, hyung. We were all drunk once and bam, my cock’s inside a loose pussy. I don’t know about the others but that’s how it went for me. ” He grunts. “We all had to get tested at some point because of her. Who invited her anyway? should I call security?”
“No need. I got this.”
Both men turn to see Hoseok, obviously having just woken up from his nap on the couch and heard bits and pieces of the conversation. “And Guk, is it true she bullies our YN?”
“Yeah, hyung. I had to step in one time. Looks like the bitch hasn’t learned her lesson at all.” He gripes.
Hoseok’s eyes turn murderous, the deadly quiet daunting. “Well. Whoever brought her in will not be part of the Beta Tau Sigma once I’m done.” He looks to the leader for affirmation, the latter giving his consent.
Hoseok smiles. This will be fun.
JIMIN POV
He furrows his brows. “Hey, Taetae, why is YN-noona asking us to come pick her up? Didn’t she take her car?”
Taehyung looks up from his food, mouth stuffed full like a squirrel preparing for winter. “Yeah?”
Before any of them can even respond to your chat, a piercing screech fills the air and they look out down below to watch as Hoseok grips Changbin’s slut to the gates. A couple of the guards take her from their hyung and shut the metal grates in her screaming face.
Jimin whistles impressed as the rain drowns out her screams.
He loved tits, adored them really and that cunt did have great globes but it couldn’t compare to YN’s soft tender ones, the only time he’d had a chance to touch them was when she accidentally fell on his lap and scramble off.
It was great. She was great. And he missed her.
Was she coming home now?
He would have to lead her through the side entrance so she wouldn’t be privy to the men around here.
Seven of them were enough after all.
TAEHYUNG POV
He hurriedly guzzles down the wine as Namjoon calls for a meeting downstairs.
With a swift look at his twin, they take the stairs one at a time in a leisurely pace, knowing that shit was about to go down.
He however tries to call you discreetly as he lazily watches Changbin plea for mercy from being ousted from the frat house much like his whore had been, and by the looks of it, he knew he won’t be changing his hyung’s mind.
His call goes through voicemail. Strange.
“Your girlfriend was bullying YN.”
Huh? What does that–
“No, she’s not my girlfriend, I swear! She’s just a past hook up!” Changbin bleats nervously. He was on his knees before them, and Taehyung gets even more confused when Yoongi pops out of nowhere, expression feral and decidedly more sober than the last hour he’d seen him.
“Your fucking hook up spiked my fucking drink with drugs you asshole. ” He grumps, wrist swinging a suspicious looking package before throwing it at Namjoon whose eyes narrow as he goes to sniff and inspect the box. “Weren’t we clear on what goes and what stays here? Recreational weed is the limit, none of the other fucked up stuff.”
“Sorry but can we go back to the bullying YN part?” Seokjin pipes up, gliding through the room like the Dionysus he was, eyes so intense that most of the men shrink under his presence.
Changbin seems to zone in on himself as the other guys exchange furtive glances. “I-I can give you a copy of the video someone took.” He offers feebly to save face.
The seven members of Bangtan freeze.
“Video? What video?” Hoseok grouses, ready to throw fists.
“Uh, some people from Uni caught Jieun and her friends throwing coffee at YN–Miss YN,” he corrects himself at the glare he receives, “a few times. I think they wanted to take it to the school board but I heard the board did nothing so it just fizzled out.” He gives them his phone and sure enough, the evidence is plenty as a few people crowd around it.
Bangtan growls when they hear YN hiss, clutching her hands meekly.
It is then that Jeongguk steps forward, cracking his knuckles. He was going to murder them. “Those old bastards, huh?”
Taehyung hums as everyone turns to him, “I know the school director. I can take those copies directly to him.”
Namjoon nods as he tosses the phone to Taehyung. “Do that, Taehyung-ah. In the meantime, what will we do with you Changbin?” He taps his chin in contemplation and as Taehyung beckons Jeongguk to go make copies of the vidoes, they hear a sharp slap echo and then the clanking of broken metal, signifying that someone’s ring had been snapped in half, probably by Yoongi.
“Dude deserves it.” Jeongguk huffs.
Taehyung thinks that was too merciful.
No one hurts you, their YN. Not even indirectly.
JEONGGUK POV
He was fucking spent.
Panting, his hand is thick with his release as he comes down from the best orgasm he had had in awhile.
He didn’t mean to look into it.
It was just there among the videos as he tried make multiple copies all at once.
You were in swim class, in a fucking one piece bathing suit, all pink and soft and peachy, lips tinted with slight gloss (how the fuck did you manage not to look like a drowned rat compared to others?), and he just lost it.
But once he’s come to his senses, he sees green. Why the fuck did Changbin’s phone have a video of you in swim class? Were there others like this being leaked?
If there was, it was a serious invasion of your privacy and he didn’t like it one bit.
HOSEOK POV
It was fucking three in the morning and Hoseok was embarassingly balls deep inside his sex doll.
After the debacle with Changbin and Changbin’s whore, he and the guys had a round of alcohol and now he was fucking horny as hell.
It’s not like he was depraved.
It was just that his sex doll looked a lot like you, his YN.
“Ugh, fuck, baby doll,” he mutters as he cums a whole load, mouth attaching to almost life like breasts – your breasts– hips eratic and wanting for more.
He spends the next few hours calling your name.
He wakes up in the morning sated.
And then he gets up, a horrific realization coming to light.
They had never checked in on you after all that had happened. Did you even get home safe?
He runs to your room and knocks on your door. No answer.
