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yk that polyam feeling of adding more partners to the relationship.

am i the only one who thinks that qprs, platonic marriage, other forms of non-romantic relationships, non-monogamous and polyamorous relationships should be recognized legally?

like fuck amatonormativity and mononormativity!

free the aspecs, non-monogamous and polyamorous folks!

i fucking love to be polyamorous! 💛🤍💙❤️💜

I FUCKING LOVE BEING POLYAMOROUS!!! BEING POLYAMOROUS IS JOY IT IS LIFE IT IS SO MUCH LOVE!!!!

hey polyam blogs! pls like/rt this so i can find new ppl to follow :0

i wanna take my bf on a picnic date but he's on the other side of the country ):

being nonbinary in a polyam relationship is telling people how gay i am for my girlfriend and then later explaining how gay i am for my boyfriend

and i think thats wonderful

me when i think about my wonderful partners 💖💖

Happy Birthday, Little Spark

I will Preface this by saying this is NOT by best work and the tenses are everywhere, but I wrote it in a time where I needed the comfort. Call it weird all you like, but it helped me. Yes I do have other works coming, I just needed to write this. I hope it helps someone as much as it helped me.

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A groan rips from my throat as I flop down on the couch, hands covering my face as I curl up into a ball and drop my phone to the floor with a thud. My shoulders tensed and chest heaving as I hiccup, wiping my face of tears unshed as I stare at the ceiling. Today was just awful, I thought, sniffling and sitting up with a low growl of frustration as I drag my hands down my face. Eyes closing as I begin to think about the day. First I had woken up in pain, however usual it was, it still was exhausting. Secondly, I had forgotten to eat, by extension forgetting to take my medicines. Thirdly, someone and I had gotten into a fight over nothing truly important. Finally, my entire family had brushed off my incoming birthday. My 19th, to be exact. It was coming up in a few days and they had made the choice to celebrate my Great Grandfather’s, his a day before mine, and not my own despite being mere hours apart, not even a true day. Maybe I wasn’t worth celebrating, I bitterly thought, tears beginning to fill my vision once again.

My train of thought halts in its tracks as my phone lights up with a text, the ding filling the silence as I shock myself out of whatever depression induced stupor I entered. Leaning down to pick it up with a hum as I stare at it for a moment before opening it and flinching. A message from Optimus, of all people, being what comes into view.

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Oppy: I am outside.

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I freeze, eyes widening as I stare at the message. Before I am able to respond, however, another message popping up soon after the last.

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Oppy: I am sorry for not being able to pick you up earlier, patrol took a little too long. The children are already at the base waiting. Are you ready?

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I sigh, grabbing my pre-packed bag and pulling my shoes back on while shooting a quick message back to let him know I was on my way. Pulling on my hoodie as I pull the door open and peek out, eyes widening at the sight of the Prime idling in front of my house, urging me forward as I pad out and hop into the opened door, settling into his seat with a soft grunt. He closes the door behind me and loops the seatbelt around my form carefully as he rumbles.

“How are you feeling, little one? Are you okay?” he asked, pulling out onto the road as the cab begins to cool down. His voice causing me to melt into the seat with a half smile as I stroke the seatbelt idly. I tilt my head at the realization that he could tell I was upset almost moments after seeing me. Another perk of being an observant leader, I suppose.

“I’m okay, Optimus, I promise. It’s just been a really long day today, you know?” I replied, tilting my head and humming softly. My hands resting on the steering wheel and tracing the autobot symbol in the center. The entire cab beginning to vibrate with what seemed to be a purr caused by the action I had done. I smiled at the sound, visibly relaxing as I chuckle and study his interior, eyes falling on the bed in the back with a few of my personal plushies and blankets neatly placed on the bed. My face heats up at the sight as I squeeze the seatbelt closer to my chest, forcing the incoming tears to go away while not noticing the rearview mirror shifting to look at me. Optimus sighs and continues to drive quietly, soon arriving at the base and slowing to a stop inside as he pops open the door and releases the seatbelt.

I hop out as he begins to transform, immediately scooping me up in a warm servo and bringing me to his chassis with a hum. My eyes lighting up a bit at the sight of ratchet working quietly at his station, only to look up at me with the faintest quirk of a smile on his faceplates. I give a shy wave before tensing at the loud yell of ‘hey!’ from Miko, Raf and Jack both standing behind her with a soft smile. Optimus sets me down carefully before striding off to talk to Ratchet and the rest of the team. The three kids rushing up to me, Raf’s arms wrapping about my hips as he buries his face in my stomach. Jack’s hand resting on my shoulder as Miko practically vibrates with excitement, nearly tackling me down in an embrace once Raf pulls away. I chuckle softly and pet her hair as I gently push her back and smile at the kids with a purr of contentment.

“Yes yes, it’s nice to see you all too,” I say with a chuckle, ruffling Raf’s hair as I glance between the three with a quiet hum. Looking around and tilting my head as I cross my arms. “Where is Starscream?” I ask quietly, glancing down at the kids with a raised brow. All three of the kids shrugging as I choose to instead look at the bots huddled in the corner talking, Optimus’ optics lighting up as he tilts his head and chuckles softly.

“He will be here soon, little one. He simply is picking something up for us,” he said quietly, nodding his helm as he turns to rejoin the conversation. Something in my chest going cold as I reluctantly look away from him and back to the kids, forcing a smile as I sigh and lean against the railings. Raf’s hand resting on my arm as he looks up and adjusts his glasses with a soft smile, leaning closer as Jack pats my back.

“Hey, don’t worry! Bossbot is just busy getting things set up for this weekend,” Jack states, rubbing my shoulder fondly as he flashes a smile and looks at my confused expression. “What, they didn’t tell you?” he continues, tilting his head with a sigh as he glances at Miko. The young girl rolling her eyes as she grabs my wrist and jerks me towards her excitedly beaming as she purrs and bounces a little.

“Come on!” she squeaks, “I wanna give you something!” I reluctantly comply, allowing her to drag me to the couch set up with blankets and pillows brought from each human’s home as well as a few small boxes scattered around. Miko’s eyes lighting up as she shoves me playfully onto the couch and flops down beside me, the boys following soon after as she drops one of the boxes in my lap. “You get to open one today, then one tomorrow and THEN the rest on Sunday!” she shouted, throwing her arms up above her head with a grin to express her glee.

I stare at her blankly, raising a brow as I take a deep breath and try to keep my speech even, playing dumb. “And why are you giving me gifts? Its not a holiday, Miko,” I said lazily, eyes dull and shoulders slumped as I watch her deflate and look at Raf and Jack for help.

Raf speaks up first, adjusting his glasses once again as he tilts his head and looks at me with nothing but concern. “Its your birthday on Sunday, right?” he asked, voice wavering a moment as he gains a rather embarrassed look to his face. Damn this kid for making me feel something, I grumbled internally, sighing as I drag my hand down my face and shake my head.

“No, it is my birthday, Raf. I just don’t really celebrate it. It isn’t important,” my voice begins to soften near the end, tears filling my eyes as I stare at the boy who returns my gaze with a bit lip and a hand resting on my knee.

Jack and Miko go to speak before tensing as Optimus’ voice rumbles through the base, his servo coming down beside the couch waiting for me to hop on. “I may borrow this one, if you do not mind. I need to speak with them,” he says, voice soft as he gives them a gentle nod. The kids seeming to understand as I move to sit in Optimus’ servo carefully, staring up at him in confusion as he begins to take me towards the freight elevator, standing on it as it begins to move upwards, protectively holding me to his chassis as we begin our silent ascent to the roof of the silo. I cant bear to look at him as I bring my knees to my chest, head resting on them as I bite my lip. Optimus’ optics flit down to me before the sky comes into view, his servo adjusting to rest me just carefully on the more sturdy part of his chassis. I stay quiet as he steps off the elevator and opens his servos up so I can properly stand.

“Look at me,” he rumbles, using his pinkie to tilt my head up to look at him, my face a soft pink as tears slip down my cheeks. He softly sighs and shakes his helm, a quirk forming at the edge of his dermas as I squeak, another pair of servos grabbing me and holding me close to a smooth and cool chassis, a pair of red optics staring down at me with a little smirk. I softly exhale a squeak as I reach to wrap my arms about one of the smooth yet sharp digits holding me, eyes lighting up a bit as I smile weakly at him, earning a small smile in return from the silver mech.

“Hello, little seeker,” he purrs, using one of his digits to stroke the top of my head as he looks over at Optimus, now joined by Ratchet and both watching us with amusement dancing in their optics. My ears perk up as I look up at Starscream and sit properly in his hold, the distraction allowing the tears to stop as he moves to sit down on the edge of the drop down, soon joined by the two other mechs on either side of us. Ratchet’s servo lifting to stroke my cheek with the very tip of his digit, a soft smile forming as he tilts his helm and watches my face.

“You do realize how important your birthday is to us, yes?” he asked, his digit moving to instead rub my back as he glances at Optimus, the largest mech nodding in agreement as he softly smiles as well.

“Indeed it is, it is one more year you are with us. You are important to us, I hope you know. We care about you, we cherish you, little spark. That will never change and you know this as well as I,” he said, optics twinkling as the horizon begins to turn a warm orange and pink, amplifying the glow of his and the others’ optics in the low light. “You see,” he continues, “You are like these stars you see. Yes, we see them every single night, yet we cherish them and always look forward to them emerging. You are our star that we are eager to see every single day.”

I fall silent again, staring up at him with a shaky smile as I sniffle and wipe my face, hiccuping and looking at all three of them, Ratchet speaking up next with a soft hum.

“And, just like stars, you age. While we age differently, we understand that organics age faster. Nineteen is a big year, a sign that despite it all you made it through. You survived and made it through nineteen years of your life. It is a big achievement even if you don’t believe it is,” as he spoke, he began to gesture out to the stars with a smile, passion clear as his voice raised ever so slightly with each word.

Starscream nods, his optics brightening as he lifts me up and puffs out his chassis. “You are nineteen now, an adult, and a powerful one at that. You’ve fought battles that some of us mechs could never DREAM of fighting. You’re a leader, a fighter, a warrior. You’re one of the strongest organics I have ever met and you aren’t even near a quarter of my age, little one!” he exclaimed, wings lifting and fluttering as he looks down at me and smiles. His optics vibrantly glowing in the now darkness of the evening as he lifts me up a bit more where I am level with the three sets of optics staring at me with nothing but warm and fulfilling pride.

After a few moments I sink down into a sitting position on Starscream’s servo, lip quivering as I curl up slightly and choke back a sob. Optimus’ optics widening but he rubs my back with a digit soothingly, his expression urging me to let it out as Ratchet and Starscream give similar expressions my way. At the final touch on my back, the dam breaks. Sobs racking my chest as I bend over and clutch my arms with a death grip. Shoulders shaking harshly and breathing practically impossible with each sob taking up half an intake of breath. The burning feeling in my throat making me feel like I might vomit just making me cry harder. Ratchet’s voice is heard but I can’t understand it through the blood rushing in my ears, making me begin to hyperventilate as I desperately attempt to refocus myself to listen.

Not too long after I begin to calm down, I hear Optimus’ familiar rumble beginning to ground me as I look up at him with an absolutely pitiful expression. My eyes bloodshot and blurry as more tears keep coming, his digit lifting to swipe ever so carefully across my cheeks, wiping the tears away with the most sad smile.

“I know, little spark, I know,” he mumbles, taking me from Starscream to lovingly cradle me to his faceplates. My form snuggled up against the seam where his mask snaps out from, the cool metal shocking me a little further into being aware as I look up to him with a soft whimper. Ratchet and Starscream moving closer to both relax against the Prime themselves, Starscream resting his helm on the bigger mech’s shoulder while ratchet settles against his chassis, both bots relaxing as Optimus begins to hum softly. The warm rumble filling the quiet air as Ratchet softly hums along, a little scratchy and quiet, but comforting nonetheless. All three mechs staring out at the stars as I begin to settle in and do the same, a soft smile forming as I point out at a string of stars.

“That one there? That’s my favorite, wanna know why?” I asked, eyes lighting up as Optimus nods, my finger tracing the line as I chuckle fondly. “That one there is called Orion, it’s my favorite and always has been. Even before I met you,” I say, looking up at the mech whos faceplates heat up at the admission, Starscream and Ratchet chuckling in amusement at his reaction as I rest a hand on his nose.

“It seems that you have met your match, Prime,” Starscream purred, optics twinkling as he settles in a little more and hums. “It’s not just anyone who can make you blush,” he teased, wings fluttering in amusement as he looked back out at the stars. The four of us falling into a comfortable silence as the moon rises slowly. Peace seeming to radiate from Optimus, infecting the rest of us as we begin to ever so slightly nod off, Starscream’s optics offline and venting even as Ratchet follows close behind, my own eyes closing as I press my face closer and begin to drift off. Optimus’ optics dimming as he settles into the small pile of bots and finally settles in as well, not quite in recharge with his audials tuned to listen for danger, fully prepared to defend his bots and his human no matter what it takes.

“Happy birthday, little spark,” He whispers to my sleeping form, taking note of the little smile that crossed my features in my sleep, his spark whirring a little louder as he leans back a bit and brushes some hair from my face, swearing to himself that tomorrow will be a better day, even if he has to make it that way himself.

how I feel pretty much all the time

except when I’m with you

the trick to making polyamory work is an adderall prescription

Shout to my boyfriend who always likes my posts!!! He’s awesome. But a bigger shout of to all three of them, since they have to read my tumblr like messages. Ah- to be gay and poly.

My two favourite polyamory memes

Happy Valentine’s Day to both of my gorgeous, amazing, intelligent, lovely partners 💛🩷

In between all the fun and sex, polygamy can be really challenging in a society that teaches monogamy from birth. But once you draw clear boundaries, make sure everyone feels safe and comfortable, and learn how to prioritize all the intersecting relationships, the rewards are well worth the hard work.

Watching not just the relationship, but also the friendship between my partners blossom has been a real joy for me. They’ve made eachother more confident, comforted each-other when they’re feeling down, and built a bond that makes me feel very lucky and very proud to be their man.

I guess what I’m really trying to say is, I love my girls, and seeing my girls love eachother just makes me want to take even better care of them next Valentine’s Day. Glad to have you both in my life 💛🩷

Hey Everyone!

Please read the following before you interact 😁

A little bit about me:

I’m a bisexual polyamorous 25m in a live-in triad with my two gorgeous partners (25nb, 25f). Their blogs are @bubbly-bxby and @bewitchedbaddi3 ! I’m a switch, but this blog is specifically for my dominant side! I’m into BDSM, tease and denial, orgasm control, degradation, breeding, hypno, somno, cnc, corruption, intox, and probably a whole other laundry list of kinks either not covered here or not discovered yet!

If you like my original writing, please feel free to let me know, I’m very vain and a slut for compliments! Any of my longer stories are tagged #bennysarchive for easy access

I don’t post many pictures here, but any that I do post are of me. I don’t share pictures of my partners without their permission!

No minors and definitely no fucking MAPS!

Hard limits include ageplay, raceplay, and scat.

DMs are open, I love chatting with mutuals, but please be respectful.

If you’re more interested in my submissive side, the blog for that is @bennys-garage !

As a thank you for reading, here’s a slutty little picture of me 🖤

Everybody always talks about all the sexual perks of having a service sub…but getting texts like this in the middle of a long work day are a big part of what makes it so great too 🩷

The best feeling being part of a poly triad is when two of you go out together for alone time and you get to come home to your third and gush about your day and stop missing them 🩷 @bubbly-bxby

Calling out of work so we could binge the Scream movies and fuck all day long was the best decision I ever made @bubbly-bxby

Did you like that baby? When I made you blow me while my dick was covered in our girlfriend’s cum? Did it taste as good on me as it does on her?

Big announcement mutuals! My wife is finally on Tumblr @bewitchedbaddi3 !!! Give them a follow and show some love 💛