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kpop rpf writer specializing in weird kinks and polyamory

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polyxh.bsky.social
new xh fic :)

archiveofourown.org/works/64189117
a screenshot of a fanfic titled "will you meet me in the graveyard?" by Acexual_Attorney on AO3. It is rated Teen with no archive warnings. The tags read: "Kwak Jiseok | Gaon, Han Hyeonjun | Jun Han, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Magical Realism, Witches, Fae and Fairies, Spells and Enchantments, Witch Kwak Jiseok | Gaon, Faerie Han Hyeonjun | Jun Han, jooyeon and seungmin are mentioned, mentioned bigotry? like reference to a history of oppression." End tag ID. The summary of the fic reads: "'Okay…' Hyeongjun said as he hesitantly looked at the pages. 'That doesn't answer my question.' Jiseok's grin was wild as he looked up at Hyeongjun. Hyeongjun had a bad feeling about this. 'Well—' Jiseok dragged out the syllable as he danced around Hyeongjun. Hyeongjun followed him with his head, but refused to turn and play into what Jiseok was getting at. 'I need two people to do this spell, and you just so happen to be part magic, Mr. Hyeongjun.' When Jiseok popped back into Hyeongjun's field of vision, his grin had morphed into a cheshire one. Hyeongjun had a really bad feeling about this. aka hyeongjun meets jiseok at a graveyard to perform a ritual" End summary ID
March 27, 2025 at 3:58 AM
polyxh.bsky.social
it's still wednesday not too late for a wip also I kept forgetting to post here sorz
a screenshot from google docs. the text reads: "Jooyeon whined again, this time sounding more akin to a dying animal. "I don't know. What makes you want to work out?" Seungmin's face scrunched as he thought. "I just like it?" When Jooyeon looked at him blankly, he rolled his eyes and continued, "I don't know what to tell you, I just like it. I like the feeling of exercising and I like how it makes me look." Jooyeon could somewhat understand that part, at least. He also liked how the fruits of Seungmin's labor showed on his body. He had a toned stomach and firm arms, and while his ass may not be as nice as Jungsu's, Jooyeon still liked to pinch, slap, and bite it when he got the chance. Jooyeon liked his own body as it was, though. He liked that his boyfriends could use him as a slightly boney pillow and he liked how most of them could toss him around like a ragdoll. The bout of wanting to exercise mostly came from his lackluster performance when it came to strength compared to the other members. He, Hyeongjun, and Jiseok were firmly at the bottom of the strength totem poll, and he wanted to at least have a leg up on them when competing. "Plus," Seungmin continued when Jooyeon's pitiful expression didn't change, "It's nice to be able to carry you guys around whenever I want." "I can pick you guys up, too!" Jooyeon squawked in offense. Seungmin scoffed. "Yeah, but not for long. If you tried to pin me against the wall, you'd tire out in—" the text gets cut off there. a screenshot of google docs. the text reads: "Seungmin scoffed. "Yeah, but not for long. If you tried to pin me against the wall, you'd tire out in less than a minute. It's different being able to show that kind of strength." Jooyeon turned his chin up, leering at Seungmin cautiously. "How so?" he asked. He was intrigued but still skeptical. "I don't have to use my entire body when I pin down Jiseok. I put my arms against his chest and he's completely immobile. When I ride Jungsu, I can go for hours, fuck him through at least three orgasms before my legs give out. When you and Hyeongjun play, you could keep going after you tire him out, use him while he's passed out and filled with cum." Jooyeon's head was spinning just from the imagery of Seungmin's words. His dick was starting to fill out, creating a slight tent in his sweatpants. Seungmin didn't hide his lingering gaze on the growing erection. He leaned forward salaciously with a devilish smile. "You could even press Gunil against a wall, hold him still and fuck him until he can't think. Fill him again and again while he's braindead for your cock. He's such a slut for that, you know?" Jooyeon's mouth was dry. "Have you—" he swallowed, wetting his lips— "Have you done that before?" Seungmin's grin was sharp. "A few times," he said coyly."
December 19, 2024 at 4:56 AM
polyxh.bsky.social
happy wednesday here's a excerpt from a future "it may not be fate" chapter
A screenshot from google docs. It reads: "Do you hyung?" he asked, voice wobbly and distressed. "Do you love me?" Gunil nodded without a second thought. "Of course I love you. I love you so much, Jungsu-ya." He made a sound as Jungsu kissed him. Every thought in his mind left as he kissed back. Jungsu was still crying, clinging to Gunil like his life depended on it. Jungsu opened his mouth, licking along the seam and breathing hotly against Gunil's lips. He was— fuck. Gunil pulled away. His brain felt like static and Jungsu was still trying to kiss him, tears falling from his face. "Jungsu—" Gunil tried, voice muffled against Jungsu's lips. "Jungsu," he said again, pulling away further, out of reach. Jungsu finally looked at him, eyes watery and frail. Gunil's heart shattered. "Jungsu, I'm sorry," he had to swallow, a new bout of tears filling up his throat, "We can't, not now." You just got fucking beaten by your parents he thought, but shoved it away quickly. He couldn't let resentment fill him up right now, he had to take care of Jungsu. "I love you, I do, I really do, but we can't do this now. We— We're both too emotionally unstable right now. I'm sorry." Jungsu looked heartbroken. Regardless, he wasn't crying anymore, instead taking a shaky breath and nodding. He let Gunil pull him into another hug, whispering quiet "I love you"s to each other. They didn't talk about it. Gunil didn't let himself think about it. A screenshot from google docs. It reads: Jungsu was much more blasé about showing up on Gunil's doorstep, beaten within an inch of his life. The same couldn't be said about Gunil. Every time, no matter how often it happened throughout their relationship, he felt his heart sink to his feet and a deep sense of dread fill up his chest in its place. Gunil hated the way they moved like clockwork, used to the aftermath of Jungsu's parents drinking too much or getting angry. Jungsu took off his shirt and sat at the kitchen table while Gunil got out the small emergency kit he stored under the sink. He kept it well stocked, never knowing when but always expecting Jungsu to come to him when it got too much to handle at home. New and old bruises and cuts littered his torso. Small circular burn marks were clustered around his shoulder and a long claw-like scratch marred his forearm. Gunil didn't ask and Jungsu didn't offer an explanation. They both knew it would be redundant. He had tried to call the police the first time it happened, but nothing came of it. He tried again and again, but every time, they were both left in the dark about where the investigation had stopped. They didn’t even know if an investigation started in the first place. He eventually stopped trying, focusing his efforts on treating Jungsu the best he could. After disinfecting everything, Gunil gently placed gauze and bandages over the new injuries. Nothing was bleeding this time, but he always erred on the side of caution when it came to this. Once he was done with wrapping his wounds, Gunil pressed a kiss to Jungsu's temple. Jungsu hummed as he blinked his eyes open. He had closed them at some point, probably about to drift to sleep.
November 14, 2024 at 2:29 AM
polyxh.bsky.social
not 100% sure why ppl are following me but um here since it's still wip wednesday

it's for my ongoing poly xh smut collection 🫶
A screenshot from google docs. It reads: "Seungmin sat on the bed next to them. He combed his fingers through Hyeongjun's hair and twisted the locks at the base of his neck. It made goosebumps prickle along his back, zips of pleasure making his skin tingle. Hyeongjun mouthed mindlessly along Jiseok's neck. It started out with small kitten licks before progressing into open-mouthed slobbering. When he sealed his lips over the skin and sucked hard enough to bruise, Jiseok had to gently coax him away. "Do you need something in your mouth, baby?" Jiseok asked. Hyeongjun nodded. "Here, let's turn you around so Seungminnie can help you. Okay?" Hyeongjun nodded again and they shuffled around so that he was sitting reverse cowgirl. As soon as he was back on Jiseok's cock, Seungmin met him halfway in a sweet kiss. It didn’t take long for it to turn messy. He was slowly but surely coming out of the deepest part of his subspace. Cognitive thought was still hard, but feelings were less vague. Instead of the faint glow of contentedness, happiness and pleasure and arousal swirled in his chest as an amorphous blob. He still acted slowly, mostly on instinct, but he was becoming more responsive." A screenshot from google docs. It reads: "Seungmin sucked on his tongue and Hyeongjun whined. He started rocking back onto Jiseok's dick, no longer satisfied with just cockwarming. He panted into Seungmin's mouth, bleary and unfocused. He whined again, irritated this time. "Does bunny need more?" Seungmin asked against Hyeongjun's lips. Hyeongjun nodded. Frustrated tears threatened to fall, but Seungmin quickly pressed the pads of two fingers onto Hyeongjun's tongue. He opened his mouth quickly— or as quick as he could in his stupid state. He sucked at Seungmin's fingers, happy to have something more substantial in his mouth. They grazed the back of his palette, coating his entire mouth with the salty taste of skin. When he started sucking harshly, tongue pulling instead of rhythmically pulsing, Seungmin pressed another finger inside. Soon enough, all but Seungmin's thumb were down Hyeongjun's throat. The rings decorating his fingers clacked against his teeth, but that didn't curb his enthusiasm. The desire— the need— to be connected, filled, owned, loved— it consumed Hyeongjun in a way he couldn't vocalize. All he could do was paw at Seungmin's wrist, wrench it closer until he was choking, rock his hips faster so Jiseok's fingers bruised the skin of his waist."
October 24, 2024 at 2:03 AM