#polyamourous ocs

[doveofnoone]

Vesper, Ander, and Pierce

And some more of them

AND PIERCE'S OLD DESIGN

[yourleogf]

one of the girls ❥ nicolas vansteenberghe

PAIRING: nicolas vansteenberghe x black!fem!oc

SUMMARY: based off of “One Of The Girls” by The Weeknd + in which Carmen knows she isn’t the only girl Nicolas talks to but doesn’t care — as long as he fucks her good, that’s all that matters to her… until it doesn’t. 🩷

Carmen walked down the stairs at the sound of her doorbell, her light pink lace set hugging her curvy, dark-skinned body in all the right places while her knotless black boho braids with chocolate brown curls sat up in a ponytail. her manicured fingers held onto her stair railing as her house slippers clicked softly against the stairs, her dark brown eyes holding a seductive look in them while she made her way towards the door.

unlocking and opening the door, Carmen and Nic almost instantly locked eyes, their bodies simultaneously tingling at finally being able to see each other face to face after a few days. Nic was the first to break eye contact and his eyes roamed her figure as he ran his tongue over his lips, nearly speechless at how well the pastel color complimented her melanated skin.

“uh..” Nic mumbled out before clearing his throat and meeting Carmen’s eyes again, a smirk on her face as she pulled her robe closed and crossed her arms to secure it — though it didn’t help a bit since the material was mesh.

“come in.” Carmen’s voice was laced with mischievousness mixed with a little bit of seductiveness as she stepped to the side and allowed Nic in, watching his adam’s apple bob while he swallowed a nervous lump.

closing the door behind him, Carmen gestured towards her couch, nonverbally telling him to take a seat, as she locked the door and heard his footsteps become distant before hearing him sit down, the couch cushions rustling a bit under the newfound weight while Carmen turned around to face him.

“i, uh… i thought you wanted to talk about those things you heard about me.” Nic asked as he watched her walk towards him in awe, his lips slightly parted while he watched her hips sway back and forth until she stood directly in front of him.

Nic was referring to the rumors of him messing around with other girls, which were less than rumors since Carmen had saw concrete evidence that the accusations were true. to be truthful, Carmen didn’t care not one bit. she wasn’t at the stage of her life where she desired a relationship so her and Nic’s relationship was more sexual than anything, and that’s the way she liked it.

whenever she wanted some dick, he was the first one she’d call, and he’d answer on the first ring every single time.

“did i say that when i called you?” Carmen asked, her arms falling to her sides and reopening her sheer robe, as she climbed onto Nic’s lap and his hands instinctively felt upon her hips, “why so nervous, baby?”

Nic let out a soft breathy chuckle, the weight on his shoulders instantly disappearing while his green eyes peered up at her, “sorry… it’s just been a minute since we seen each other, you know? i didn’t know what you’d think of me after what you heard.. and i didn’t expect to come over and see you in this.”

Nic ran his fingers across Carmen’s boy shorts before smacking her ass, making her smirk return while a lustful glint shined in his pretty eyes.

“you know what it is with me and you, Nic. i call you when i need to get my rocks off and that’s that. if those other girls wanna share, then we can.. but at the end of the day, you know who’s the best.” Carmen tantalizingly smiled as she rested her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them with her thumbs, their faces a few inches apart while the atmosphere charged with sexual tension, “you like my lil’ 3-piece? i ordered it two weeks ago.”

“it’s definitely your color.” Nic complimented lowly, his tone genuine yet salacious, as he raised his hands from her hips and slipped them inside her robe, pushing it down her shoulders while she shimmied it off onto the floor.

Carmen bit down on her plump bottom lip as she stared into Nic’s eyes, the both of them practically having a staring contest while Nic’s arm gradually wrapped around her torso and pulled her closer. his hand rested against her side and his other hand gripped the nape of her neck as he pulled her down and attached his lips to hers, kissing her lustfully while her hands cupped his face.

the soft sound of lip smacking filled the room as Nic’s arm left from around her body and his unoccupied hand began to wander her curves sensually, his fingertips caressing every inch of her he could before his hand dipped down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. Carmen moaned softly in his mouth at the feeling and she lightly tilted her head to the side as their kiss deepened, her hands gently tilting his head up more while she slipped her tongue in his mouth.

the kiss turned sloppy as their tongues fought for dominance, both of them so consumed by each other’s mouths that their surroundings seemed to fade away. one of Carmen’s hands left Nic’s face and slipped down to his plain black t-shirt as she tugged at it before balling it up in her hands, using it to pull him even closer to her while their chests pressed up together.

the kiss gradually transformed into something desperate and needy, and Carmen started to grind her hips against Nic’s erection as he grunted in her mouth, his grip slightly tightening in the back of her neck while he kept her mouth against his. following her lead, Nic’s hips pushed up to meet Carmen’s, and a soft gasp fell from her lips at his unexpected actions. Nic used this to his advantage and sucked on her bottom lip, gently tugging at it with his teeth before letting it snap back into place.

kissing her for a final time, Nic began kissing down Carmen’s jawline and making his way towards her neck, his hands slipping off the back of it and meeting his other one on her ass. he rubbed her ass and made out with her neck as his tongue slithered and slid across her smooth skin, his lips following in pursuit while they kiss over each part he licked.

“Nic..” Carmen moaned, her head leaning over to the side to give him more access to her neck, as she cradled his head and goosebumps spread across her skin, both of them still grinding against each other while he massaged her ass through her boy shorts.

“you smell so fucking good.” Nic groaned against her neck, nearly falling under hypnosis at her sweet vanilla scent, as he raised his head from her neck and kissed her hungrily, their mouths moving much more feverishly at this point while Nic wrapped his arms around her torso and stood up.

Carmen’s legs locked around Nic’s waist while he walked towards her staircase, neither of them ending their kiss as Nic walked up the stairs with her in his arms. Carmen’s core throbbed with delicious anticipation and Nic’s dick throbbed in response, the feeling of her body against his causing him to inch closer and closer to losing control.

as Carmen was carried upstairs, her mind was racing and clouded with lust, nothing but Nic’s lips and dick embedded in her frontal lobe. though they hadn’t seen each other for a couple of days, she knew that what they were about to do would make up for their departure, and this was just the beginning of what their night held in store for them.

their bodies moved against each other’s in synchronization as the bed rocked underneath them, Carmen’s arch deepening once Nic slapped her on the ass. her ponytail was wrapped around his hand and his other hand and firmly gripped her hip as he kept her head pulled back and kept her from rubbing away from his passionately lustful strokes, her moans and his groans bouncing off of her cream colored walls in harmony.

Carmen’s hands held the sheets tightly and she balled them up in her hands as her eyes rolled back and her eyebrows furrowed, her lips ajar while pleasure coursed through her veins. Nic stared down at her hungrily, watching her body twitch and her eyes flutter each time he hit that sweet spot inside her.

“N-Nicolas! aw, fuck!” Carmen squealed, clenching around his dick, as Nic groaned at the sensation and shivers ran down his spine, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth while he looked at her fucked-out facial expression.

“you like that, baby? huh? you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?” Nic cooed, a soft hiss coming from his lips at feeling her clench around him for a second time, as his grip tightened on her hair and he pulled her up further, her back hitting his chest while she gasped.

“y-yes! oh, yes!” Carmen whimpered loudly, her face scrunching up, as her head rolled back onto Nic’s shoulder and she felt his grip disappear on her hair, both of his hands traveling across her body eager to please her further, “i loveeee the way you fuck me, baby!”

“you do? hm?” Nic whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe, as one of his hands cupped one of her breasts and teased her nipple while the other slipped between her legs, his fingertips finding her clitoris and rubbing it in circles.

Carmen’s head nodded vigorously as a loud moan fell from her lips, her back arching upward from Nic’s body while a loud squeal suddenly shot out of her mouth.

“i’m cumming! i’m c-cumming! fuck, fuck, fuck!” Carmen cried out as her body shuddered and she came harder than the last three times, her juices coating her inner thighs while they slid down onto the bed.

Nic watched in awe as Carmen’s hips bucked, loving the way she lost control once he did something she knew could make her cum in an instant — and that’s why he was her first call whenever she was horny. he knew how to touch her, where to touch her, and how long to do it before she’d climax, and he learned rather quicker than anyone else Carmen had ever fucked.

Nic raised his hand from Carmen’s breast and wrapped it around her neck instead as he lightly lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed her passionately, his hips still snapping into hers while his fingers tap-danced along her throbbing bundle of nerves. he swallowed her moans whole and countered them with groans and grunts of his own as Carmen’s hand lazily wrapped around his wrist and he gently squeezed the sides of her neck in response, earning a low whimper from Carmen’s sore vocals.

pulling away from the kiss, Nic kept his face close to Carmen’s as he rested his forehead against hers, a few of his curls stuck to his forehead with sweat while Carmen’s laid edges completely disappeared.

“whose pussy is this, pretty girl?”

“y-yours, baby..”

“mine?”

“mhmmmmm..”

“just for me?”

“j-just for you, Nic..”

something possessive flickered in Nic’s eyes and it lingered longer than expected before disappearing, catching Carmen off guard but nonetheless turning her on even more. her lips slightly parted, and Nic’s eyes flickered between her eyes and lips while shaky pants fell from them.

“i..is this my dick, baby?” Carmen cooed, looking up at him with puppy eyes, as she bit down on her bottom lip and Nic groaned at her, his eyes slightly fluttering while he stared at her.

“forever yours.”

“yeah? i-it’s mine?”

“hell yeah… you can have anything you want from me, baby.”

“anything?”

“anything. even the fuckin’ moon and stars.”

Carmen bit down on her lip as her and Nic stared at each other, the air filled with sexual energy and gradually mixing with possessiveness. she let go of his wrist and caressed the side of his face as her fingers clutched his chin and gently pulled his face closer to hers, the two of them being so close that they could feel each other’s panting on their lips.

“t-then… do something for me, handsome.�� Carmen moaned as her eyes flickered between Nic’s eyes and lips, his tongue wetting them instinctively while his eyes scanned hers.

“i’d do anything for you, beautiful.” Nic answered lowly, his tone holding a hint of eagerness, as Carmen’s eyes slightly fluttered and a small smirk crossed her face, the glint of possessiveness flashing inside her eyes for a second time and making Nic’s dick throb inside of her at the sight.

“cut t-them bitches off… i’m not too f-fond of sharin’ you no m-more..”

[pink-noah]

Happy Pride Month! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[waffleshark]

rapid pwyw commission for @everysinglepheel ! you will look at this sweet bear

[jibrilthethingart]

Some EmmiePuzzleWPNZ (or whatever this ship is gonna be called-) scribbles :3

POLYAMORY FUCK YEAH

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hare and Bunny Hybrids (1)

Inspired by the Hare and Bunny Drawing by @aevris

For creatures with such similar appearances, they couldn’t be more different 

When you first went to the shelter that housed poor hybrids you found the two wrongfully grouped as bunny hybrids 

Rather than separated from one another as bunny and hare respectfully

Though your future hare hybrid couldn’t look more bothered

Your future bunny paid no attention lovingly squishing into the hare’s side 

“And here we have our bunny hybrids! Aren’t they cute cuddling each other?”

“The um bigger one doesn’t look too happy to be there…”

“Don’t mind him, he can be a little grumpy! That's all!”

When you finally got to meet them their acceptance of you was widely different

Where the bunny hybrid practically launched himself into your arms

The hare only plopped next to you, ignoring you when you finally freed an arm to hold him too

“Oh my gouda!” 

“W-what?”

“That’s the closest he’s stood next to anyone in that form! This must be a miracle!”

You didn’t mind taking two, you’d make it work

Especially with the discount they were offering you with an oddly worded contract

“By signing this you agree to take both of the store’s bunnies for over 10 days despite incident, injury, or suspicious decline in health?”

“Oh just filibuster! Just go ahead and sign right here, yup. Quickly please.”

When you finally have them both home, they’ll settle into their routines, more than happy to finally make themselves at home

Your hare hybrid - Jared was pleased to have a room to himself 

Finally allowed to embrace the solitude that comes naturally to a hare

“This is sick. Thanks short-stack.”

“Uh, you're welcome.”

Your bunny hybrid–Cryst on the other hand is appalled 

Falling to his knees he’s full-blown crying because he’s all alone in his room

“Nooooo! Do you want me to die all alone!? Stay with me, Master please!”

“Okay okay you can stay with me, just don’t call me Master. Hey! And please stop pulling on my shirt!”

This fear of loneliness never stops 

Cryst cries when you tell him the concept of a job 

He cries even harder when you tell him you have one

Jared on the other hand is relaxed he knows you’ll come back you better

Until then he’ll try to keep Cryst calm

After all, he doesn’t need the bunny ruining his stay with you not after all those other times

Granted he’s never agreed with Cryst’s choices until now 

And he’s more than used to cleaning up after him at this point

Bloody or otherwise

But that shouldn’t need to happen as long as you stay focused on them

Right?

Part 2

[iam-whoyouwantmetobe]

Back where you belong

Synopsis - Solána makes her way from Georgia to New York, leaving her trauma behind to start a new life. She’s set her heart on singing and boy can she sing. As Solána navigates her new life and a new job at a burlesque club, her past threatens to unravel right before her very eyes when the twins she fought the hardest to forget, pop up again after 7 long years.

Main Characters - Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore, Solána Âme Knowles

Warnings - SMUT, Tension, Dom Stack, Dom Smoke, Sub OC, Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Violence, Jealousy, Slow burn, Brat, Poly

MINORS DNI

Part 2

-

Elijah and Elias Moore grew up more troubled than you could imagine.

With a daddy whose hands never knew how to stay to themselves and a mother who had long went home to her ancestors.

They lived in a two bedroom house that was too small for the storm that constantly passed through it.

No food in the fridge but liquor in the cabinets.

No love in a home like that.

The boys would stay up during the late hours of the night, plotting on ways to get out of there.

By any means necessary.

Elijah had came to terms from a very young age that he wasn't afraid to shoot.

Wasn't afraid to kill.

He figured if it ever came down to that, he'd have a valid reason to do so.

Elias got on board a little later than he did.

So with that thought in mind, they came up with multiple different ways to escape their current reality.

Everybody saw it. The neighbors, their teachers and even strangers walking down the street.

The pure darkness that was swallowing these boys whole.

Smoke stopped speaking. Stopped smiling.

Stack kept grinning. Kept using jokes to mask both of their pain.

They did the best they could to hide what was really going on but the bruises were loud.

Obvious.

No one knew how to help. Their daddy had a home full of so many guns you'd think he was selling them.

That man was big and strong. He wouldn't be an easy fight.

So they left the boys alone. Just watched carefully. Staying close to make sure they were both still alive but not close enough to lend a hand.

Smoke and Stack were completely and utterly alone. They just had each other.

Until.

It was a hot Saturday morning. Smoke had just woken up bright and early like usual.

Waking up Stack with a smack to the back of his head, he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get dressed.

The twins quietly moved around their shared room before heading out the house.

Being careful not to wake up the beast that was currently laid out on the couch, cradling liquor with such gentleness you'd think that the bottle was his actual kids.

The boys were determined to get stronger. Bigger.

And so every weekend they woke up early to go run, then exercised at the park.

All on barely full stomachs. Just an appetite for money. Revenge.

A better life.

Fueled purely on anger.

This Saturday was just like any other. They ran down their old dingy block, neighbors peered out their windows or watched from their porches, letting out quiet sighs. Silently thanking the lord they were still alive and well.

Their routine never changed. Down the street. Through the park and out towards the rich folk neighborhood.

This time though, something stopped them in their tracks.

Something loud. Beautiful. Soulful.

Smoke heard it first but Stack felt it first.

Goosebumps raised on their skin as they heard the most captivating voice fill their ear drums.

It was as if they got hypnotized. Following the voice like if it was calling out to them personally.

And what they found, was better than any treasure or gold at the end of the rainbow. They found her.

Solána.

She was singing 'A Sunday kind of love' while attempting to drag boxes from a van into her home.

The twins stood across the street, starstruck. In complete awe not only from how gorgeous she is but from the sounds that she was so effortlessly making.

"Y'all gon stand here and stare or ya’ll gon be real men and help the young lady?" Their heads snapped to the side.

A woman, who from the looks of it, looked like an older version of the girl they were currently making googly eyes at.

"Oh-uh. Yes ma'am." Smoke mumbled before tapping his brother on the arm.

The woman smiled. "Good. My name is Sol. And yall are?"

"I'm Stack. This my brother, Smoke."

"Mmm, yall too scared to use real names? Hm?" She smirked as the boys squirmed under her stare.

"Elias and Elijah Moore, ma'am."

"That's better." She nodded her head to the curly headed girl that was currently watching them confused. "That's my daughter, Solána. Seems like ya would be interested in knowing that."

The boys awkwardly smiled and Sol giggled. She looked at their baby faces, noticing the cuts and bruises.

That tugged her heart something fierce and like a natural momma, she suddenly wanted nothing more than to protect them.

"Come on, help me get these boxes in and I want yall to stay for dinner. Yall looking too skinny. Teenagers need some meat in they bones. Gotta be nice and strong."

Sol walked while the boys quietly followed behind her. "Sol. This is Elias and Elijah. They here to help us move our stuff baby. Ima go finish dinner and you tell em where to put everything, okay?"

Solána nodded. Watching her mom walk in the house, making sure to leave the door wide open.

Her eyes moved back to the boys who currently watched her like if she was the rarest gem in the world. "Yall twins?"

"Nah we cousins." Stack replied sheepishly. A dumb attempt at a joke to ease the tension. Smoke rolled his eyes and hit his brother in the back of his head.

"Ow. What the hell was that for?"

"Don't be dumb and don't curse in front of the girl."

Solána giggled. "Cute."

A blush slowly creeped on their faces before Stack cleared his throat. "We ain't cute. Cute is for babies."

A smile displayed itself on Solána's face. "Okay. Whatever you say." She shrugged before turning and walking towards the van. "All the boxes in the back are things that are fragile. That can go in the living room."

"Anything with my name on it goes in my room that's upstairs, down the hall and to the left."

The twins nodded and started moving. Not letting Solána lift another finger.

She had sat on the steps and watched them quietly work, occasionally bringing them water and snacks.

That night Sol made more than enough food to feed a village. Making sure the boys ate the biggest plate in the house and making sure they ate seconds.

During dinner, she played music on a record player and shared stories of her on stage. Said she had been living in Georgia all her life but finally made enough money to get her a nice big house.

The house was warm, despite it having no furniture yet, it felt more of a home to them than their own.

The twins helped cleaned the kitchen while Solána washed the dishes and once they were done, she grabbed the both of them and took them to a small office where a grand piano sat in the middle of it.

"Wanna hear what I been working on?"

Smoke answered before Stack could get a say in. The 'Yes' being so quiet and deep, that if you weren't paying attention you'd miss it.

They sat on a small couch while Solána took her place at the piano, following the notes she'd written on a worn out book that she carried everywhere. "It don't got no lyrics yet but hopefully when I feel it, it'll come to me."

The notes played softly in the air. Captivating and soothing their nerves and worries so much so, that they ended up falling asleep. With nothing but full bellies and softness.

Solána watched them for a while. Watched the way their chests moved up and down gently. Watched their steady breathing, the way their eyebrows were furrowed as if they didn't want to fall asleep but couldn't help it.

Her heart skipped a beat and a feeling she'd never felt before wrapped itself around her body. It was strange.

"Poor babies look worn out." Sol whispered, breaking the trance Solána was currently in.

"Yeah. We should let them sleep." Her momma watched as she walked out of the office and came back with a big blanket, gently placing it over the boys.

Sol knew that from that day forward something would change between Solána and the twins. She felt it in her bones that this wasn't just a random coincidence.

These boys were meant to be in her daughter's life.

She wholeheartedly believed it.

-

The roar of the cheers and applause erupted loudly through the club as Solána took her bow before running off the stage.

She was on a different type of high. The adrenaline coursed through her whole body as she happily headed back to the dressing room to prepare for her second number of the night.

The girls all squealed and screamed when she walked in. Running to hug and spin her around.

"Oh my goodness Georgia. I can't get ova ya voice. It's fucking insane." Rosie says with a sigh, draping her arm around Solána's shoulder.

"That's a fucking gift you got there babe. You need to be on broadway or sum." Caramel added on as she re-applied her lip stick.

"Fuck broadway. Georgia, you need to be on tour. The whole world gotta hear you." Pearline gushed.

Medusa started singing Tough Lover as the girls danced and wiggled around. Solána laughed like if it was the last day she'd be allowed to do so, dancing along to the off key voice that bounced around the room.

"Alright, quit playing and start getting ready girls." Annie giggled as the women sat back on their vanity tables.

Suddenly the doors opened and all the girls turned their heads to the twins that were currently entering the room.

"Didn't I tell yall to stop coming in here unannounced? What if the girls were naked?" Annie scolded them but they didn't bother hearing a word she said. Their eyes locked on Solána who currently had her back to them as she applied some false lashes.

"Shit I wouldn't mind if they saw me naked." Caramel commented before blowing a kiss to Stack who didn't even dare look her way.

Not today at least.

"Sol..." Smoke's deep voice rang loudly in the room and suddenly the energy shifted.

The woman flinched at the use of a nickname she hadn't heard in a while. She turned around, coming face to face with what she assumed for a second, were ghosts.

The room was suddenly quiet but their thoughts were loud. No one dared to breathe too hard.

"Smoke... Stack?" Solána whispered as all the color drained from her face. "What-"

She was at a loss for words. The sound of her pounding heart was deafening.

Just to make sure, she slowly walked up to them and placed her hands on their chest. Feeling the thump of their pulse.

Alive and well.

Taking a step back, her eyes filled with tears and her hands shook at her sides.

Sensing the tension in the room, Annie suddenly cleared her throat. "Give us the room, please."

The ladies suddenly stood up. Worry filled theirs faces as their eyes switched from Solána, who currently had her head down and staring at the floor as if it had the answers for her. And the boys, whose faces had guilt written all over it.

Once they were gone. It was just Solána, the twins and Annie in the room.

"Do yall know each other?" She broke the silence.

"Yeah..." Stack mumbled, still looking at the woman in front of them. Afraid that if he looked way, she'd disappear.

"No..." Solánas voice was barely above a whisper. She finally looked up, staring at them right in their eyes. "No. I don't know them." She continued. Strong but with a slight tremble.

"Sol.. Ple-"

"No!" She stepped back as Stack tried to step forward. He was itching to speak. To explain. To say anything.

"I want yall to crawl back to whatever hell it is yall came from." She quietly sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself.

Annie stepped up to Solána, giving her a hug and wiping her tears.

"Sol please. Give us a chance to explain." Stack tried again, taking a small step closer. "I swear we ain't mean to hurt ya."

"Don't call me that. You don't get to disappear for 7 years and still call me that."

"Seven years?" Annie whispered.

"We had to go Sol- Solána."

"I don't care. I don't care." Solána turned away from Annie and started grabbing her belongings. "Im sorry Annie. I can't continue my sets tonight. I just can't."

"Wait Solána, let's calm down-"

"No I'm outta here. I can't do it tonight, I'm sorry." She quickly threw on some pants, keeping the corset on. She didn't care how she looked.

She just knew her heart was hurting and she felt suffocated.

Sick.

Like she could throw up any minute now.

"Solána. Don't leave. Please" Smoke finally spoke as he watched her grab her purse.

She stepped up to the both of them. "Leave me alone. The both of you. You had no problem doing it for the last seven years. You'll have no problem doing it till I'm on my death bed."

The words stung and the men both sighed heavily. Smoke's hands shook and Stack's jaw clenched.

They watched her walk out of the room. Their eyes burning with hurt, twitching slightly as they tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

"What the fuck did you two idiots do?"

-

It had been a week.

A week since Solána sang at the club.

A week since she stepped foot outside her apartment.

A week since she's seen... them.

She cried for the first time in a long time. She allowed herself to cry over them again.

Yolanda visited and so did Gladys and the girls from the club. They all thought she was sick. Came down with the flu or something.

They brought her food, soup and medicine.

But Solána barely ate. She locked herself in her room. Opened her song book and submerged her soul in it.

When they first disappeared. Solána thought that their father had either finally killed them or was keeping them hostage. She would show up at their house almost everyday demanding to see them. Their dad kept telling her that they were gone and that they weren't dead yet. But that if they ever stepped foot back in that house. He'd kill them himself.

Solána didn't understand. She couldn't understand why they were just gone.

Poof.

Out of thin air.

No letter. No goodbye. No nothing.

Her mind took her back to that one night. All three were in Solána's bedroom. Laying on her bed and listening to jazz.

Her mom had a show that night and the boys made sure to come after she had already left.

It had been a week after her 19th birthday. There were still balloons, flowers and gifts scattered all over her room.

But they didn't mind the mess.

The window was open and the breeze cooled their skin.

Solána looked to her left. Catching Smoke who had already been looking at her. She giggled slightly before turning her head to the right, Stack being in the same position as his brother.

"Why do you guys stare at me so much?" Solána shyly asked. Her cheeks slightly burning.

"Cause you're beautiful." Smoke spoke loud enough for only the three of them to hear.

"Gorgeous." Stack added. He brushed a curl out of her face and she leaned into his touch. "You don't even know what you do to us, Sol."

Smoke brushed his fingertips lightly on her arm. Solána let out a soft sigh. Her skin suddenly too hot to be in.

She leaned in first, kissing Stack on his lips as Smoke continued his journey from her arm, down her back and then back up to her neck.

The kiss was deep, soft and romantic. Like he'd been waiting for this moment.

And he had.

Slowly pulling back, Solána turned her head to Smoke. He gently grabbed her jaw and placed his lips on hers.

The kiss was different. Still deep, still romantic but hungrier.

Like he had been starving for this moment.

And he had.

Solána remembered the way they touched her that night. Like she was precious cargo.

They were gentle but rough enough to make her beg for more.

She was drunk off of them. Their scent, their lips, hands, voices. Everything.

The way they stretched her open over and over again. Made her cum so many times she had lost count.

The way they kissed away her tears that fell from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

It was all about her that night.

They were her first. First kiss. First everything.

Then two years later. They were the first to ever break her heart.

Leaving her completely shattered and in a puddle of her own doubt and insecurities.

Was she not woman enough to keep the both of them?

Did she not satisfy them enough?

Did they not love her enough?

Was she not worth staying?

Solána cried silently again. Her cat placing kisses on her legs as she sat on her bed with her knees to her chest.

Seeing them triggered something in her she had locked away and now it was like opening Pandora’s box.

A soft knock to her front door caused Solána to finally get out of her bed.

Annie stood there with an unreadable expression on her face. “Hey baby. How are you?”

Solána lets her into the apartment and they both sit on her couch as she tries to figure out exactly how she felt.

“Did they tell you?”

“That they up and left in the middle of the night and ain’t say a word for seven years? Yes them sons of bitches told me.”

Solána slightly giggled. “I don’t know what to do Annie. Everyday I wondered what it would be like to see them again… And then one day. I just stopped wondering. Figured I’d never see them again. Mourned them. Laid them to rest right along with my momma.”

Annie took a deep breath. The weight of her words hanging heavy on the air. “What do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know.” Solána shrugs as her eyes water again. “I’m hurt. Real bad.”

“I know baby. Maybe it’s time to finally let go of that hurt.” Annie moved closer to Solána and rubbed her back. “I ain’t saying you gotta forgive them. Just hear them out. See what they gotta say and then decide if you wanna keep them buried or if it’s time to maybe dig up some old bones.”

“I don’t know if I could hear them out and remain level headed. I wanted to hit em.”

Annie laughs and shakes her head. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. They deserve it.”

Solána slightly smiles and leans her head on Annie’s shoulder. “I can try hearing them out but not now. It’s gon be on my time and I ain’t gon make it easy.”

“That’s good. That’s a great first step.”

Solána nodded. “Can I… Can I come back to the club tonight?”

Annie playfully rolled her eyes. “You don’t even have to ask.”

-

That night something shifted in Solána as she stepped foot back into the club.

The twins were at the back. As they usually were. Seated in the dark shadows. Eyes constantly watching.

They both caught the sliver of the honey blonde hair make its way through the front and down to the dressing room.

Just as they were about to stand up. Annie placed her hands on both of their shoulders. “Nuh uh. Not right now. Not tonight.”

Exhaling through their nose. They both sat back down. “You do know we your bosses, right?” Stack glared at the woman who just smirked.

“This place would burn down if it wasn’t for me.”

She turned on her heel and walked away. The boys gave each other a look, silently agreeing with her. But refusing to admit it out loud.

The girls screamed as Solána walked in the room. Popping champagne as they looked to find the skimpiest costume they could find for her return back on stage.

They settled on bra made of pearls and a matching thong. The pearls draped down the side of her hips and to the top of her ass. She put on white glitter pasties to cover her nipples and a nude thong. Her legs had sheer nude stocking on and her heels were higher than Medusa currently was.

Her hair was straightened and then curled in an updo, then added pearls as little accessories.

She put on cream colored silk gloves to complete the look.

She was practically naked. All attention was going to be on her.

And that’s what she wanted.

Her brown skin made the color pop. Her eyes decorated with eyeliner and big lashes.

Rosie did her makeup and she looked almost unrecognizable but still very much like herself.

She wanted the twins to burn. To crave her presence. Her scent. Her voice. Her whole being.

She wanted them to feel what she’s felt these past seven years.

-

The second she stepped on that stage, the twins straightened their spines.

Solána felt them staring at her. Hunger and possessiveness radiating through them.

She smiled kind and sweet. Innocent almost.

Almost.

Then with a slight nod, she gave the band their cue and the music started.

[kix-mm]

I seriously love your poly comic, there's not a lot of polyamrous g/t so I treasure what stuff has been made, I follow you because of the polyamory. May you have plenty of inspiration when you need it and a wonderful day/night!

I’m so glad you like them! As a little treat, here’s the first time Cc lets A & B hold them. ^^

[teamiris]

Timsheven

timmy shawna kevin?!

Shawna with her twink and thug

[rocky-the-opossum]

Gonna have to change Taffy's lore but whatever, they're a throuple now

Anyway she's the office receptionist taking calls from fans during the show

[luneemeritus]

"I shipp Erik x therapy" well polyamory wins, Erik x Therapy x Christine x Daroga x OC. Give him many bichs. And healings.

[winterleech]

Slightly lower-effort but uhh Happy Pride Month folks ‼️‼️‼️

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

begging anyone for Vi x reader x Ellie

ANYTHING.

PUH LUH EASE

WUH LUH WUH

i’ve got you bestie you just might wanna have that therapist on speed dial, okay? soz… 🫣

death doesn’t discriminate

Vi x reader x Ellie

Summary: you were never jackson’s best fighter, you never had to be. you were of course taught the basics of self defense, and if you ever were being attacked and it was between you or them it had to be you… every single time. you just never expected to ever have to put those skills to use… unfortunately though whenever patrol goes awry and you encountered a group of bandits you had to, making your very first kill. obviously after the event you’re left traumatized, and its up to your girlfriends to pull you from the aftermath.

Contains/TW: takes place in the tlou-verse with arcane crossover characters because obviously, innocent and super sheltered reader, i’ve seen the discourse but i AM making it to where ellie CAN pick the reader up (because fuck you that’s why! 💜), told in 1st person, polyamory, set in jackson post-joel death HOWEVER obviously ellie didn’t decide to hunt down ms. girl again. mentions of murder, blood, and just gore in general and HEAVY implications of suicidal ideation. ((this is not meant to romanticize suicide in any way, i’m writing from my own personal experiences. if you or someone you know is struggling please get help. you are loved 💜)) Heavily based off of the song listed below including its lyrics that are obviously not my own creation but def wish they were 💔

WC: 2.2k

You think at some point you would grow used to death, it was always leering. Either a subtle shadow hanging by the back door or growing to overtake the whole compound. In some cases it was merciful, swiftly ending your pain through broken pleas or just pure exhaustion. But in other cases, and the ones I found to be most common, it was known to be rather violent.

I was surprised I even remembered what to do whenever the time came. A dreaded audition it felt like as I slowly trailed Ellie’s gaze to the switchblade in my back pocket, the cold press of a gun against my temple. I don’t think I even processed what had happened until I was backing away, staring at the dead body before me and the still warm blood now coating my hands. My breathing came out in startled gasps, shrieking in traumatized fear the moment I felt her arms wrapping around me from behind.

“It’s me, baby, it’s just me.” She whispered, taking me into her soothing arms even though I tried like hell to fight her off at first leaving streaks of blood in the shape of my hands against her shirt. She only held my trembling body to her chest as I tried to hold back the sobs.

‘You made one kill. Everyone here has at least made one kill. It shouldn’t affect you this much. You’ve lived your whole life letting other people do the dirty work for you, you should be able to make one kill. One measly little kill of a man who would’ve killed you had you not acted so fast.’ I guess I was the only one left who didn’t think the world was that black and white though.

~

I felt catatonic as we made our way back to Jackson, Ellie’s arms holding most of my weight. I half wanted her to leave me there, leave me there to bleed and be ravaged by whatever found me first. She never would though, even if it did mean she’d have less deadweight.

Vi never was a fan of the two of us going out on patrol without her. She always considered herself our guard dog, even over Ellie who could no doubt hold her own at this point. Many nights we still spent dozing off against her while she whispered to us that we were ‘her girls.’

“Vi, emergency.” I heard Ellie speak, my head a dull weight against her chest as she carried me through the front door.

“This is the last time the two of you go on patrol without me, I mean it this time, Els.” I heard her seething as her heavy boots nearly shook the whole house. “Is she hurt? Are you hurt? What the hell happened?”

“I’m fine but she… she had to-” Ellie held the words back, not wanting to speak them in front of me as I felt my body being placed on one of the old ratty recliners. Dead eyes staring forward, like every ounce of light had been winked out a long time ago.

Vi’s own soft blue eyes drifted downwards to the dry blood coating my still shaking hands, the quickest moment of understanding filling her expression. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” She murmured, the sentiment enough to bring forth a cascade of tears that I had been holding back until we were safely concealed in the walls again. “You did good though, doll, I need you to know that. You did amazing. Remember what we said, if it’s them or you it has to be you every single damn time.”

I sniffled through the ugly sobs with a shake of my head, I disagreed though I suppose I would always disagree. “She should’ve left me out there.” I finally spoke again after I had what felt like the inability to.

Quickly and without hesitation I could feel Ellie’s hand wrapping around my chin, gentle but firm as she turned my head to face her. “No, you aren’t allowed to say things like that.”

“Why not?” I shook my hand, eyes stinging and burning with tears as I watched her kneel in front of me with what looked like a wet washcloth.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” She didn’t answer me, carefully dabbing at my bloodied hands to wash all of the evidence away. Even though part of me wanted it to stay, tattoo the remnants of blood on my hands until I remembered who I was.

“Tell me why you shouldn’t have left me.” My voice shook as I repeated the question. Push until they finally said the truth. Push until they finally agreed to throw me to the wolves. Push and push and push… “I’ve been nothing but deadweight since I got here.”

“No.” Vi almost growled next, wrapping her own larger hand around my chin this time while I only stared back in defiance. “You are not deadweight, you are valuable and needed and- and we need you alive! I need you alive!”

“Darling, you don’t have to be a fighter to be important.” Ellie spoke next, much gentler than Vi had but still stern nonetheless.

It was hard to find a purpose to live in the apocalypse, I wasn’t sure where everyone found one. I knew Ellie had always had some terrible sense of self importance with the immunity. I guess over the years she had tried her hardest to transfer that to me. Some days it worked. Some days were good, amazing even. Gentle and soft days where I could dream about a world before the infection. A world I’m not sure I or Ellie ever remembered. Some days though, days like today, being reminded of that thought really changed things.

Vi had always been an ‘alive out of spite’ kind of person. Then one day Ellie and I rolled up into Jackson and turned her world upside down and shifted things for the better… that’s how she would tell it at least. She was slightly older, tougher, rough around the edges, but deep down I think she was secretly just lonely. She took us underneath her wing just as quickly as we arrived, all too happy to open her doors for us and things grew and built from there. But no amount of love or care I was given from the two was enough to cover up the fact, if I went outside of the walls something disastrous always managed to happen.

I was just simply deadweight. A bad luck charm if you will. These things never ended well.

“Baby, you’ve just had a bad day.” Vi shook her head as she took my own into her calloused hands. “That’s all it is, my love. We’re in the times of survival now, it’s kill or be killed and… I’m not losing either of you.”

I choked on another pathetic sob, hating myself more and more for every single one. Nevertheless though Vi pulled me into her, muffling the sounds of my cries into her shirt. Traumatized and shaking cries that I rarely actually allowed myself the luxury of, so whenever they came, they came all at once.

~

I fell asleep early that night. Vi running Ellie and I a bath to wash all of the dirt and grime from the disasterous patrol from our bodies. At some point I lost the strength to cry, but I felt like I had lost the strength to do most things. At some point over my sleeping body I had heard Ellie whispering to Vi though, to hide all of the guns, knives, switchblades, anything that could ever be used as a weapon. A mental patient in the middle of the apocalypse. Oh the irony.

“You think she would actually do something to herself?” Vi whispered in her hushed tone while Ellie gnawed anxiously at her already chipped nails.

“Yeah, I do.” She answered with a shuddering breath. “This is worse than Seattle and I- I already thought I was gonna lose her then- Vi, I’m not taking anymore chances.”

“Hey, listen, we’ll take care of her, okay? We’ve got her. We always do.”

“I hope so.” I could hear the rustling of clothes, no doubt an embrace she probably needed. An embrace they probably both needed. And I hated that I was the one who brought them there.

A moment passed and I had nearly managed to doze off again somehow in in the midst of it all just before I could feel the bed slightly dipping behind me. “Just me, you’re safe.” Ellie warned, waiting on my already exhausted muscles to relax before she slid her arms around me from behind. “I need to talk to you, okay?” She whispered against the back of my neck, my heavy eyelids fluttering open for a brief moment. “It’s okay, you can close your eyes. And you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to just… just listen, okay?”

Her fingers gently stroked soothing lines along with arms, the sensation only making my eyelids want to droop even further. “I’ve always had a- a really strong urge to protect you, Vi and I both have. A-And I think you know that. So if you wouldn’t have killed that man I wouldn’t have hesitated. He doomed himself. The moment he laid a goddamn finger on you he doomed himself. And Vi would’ve done the same thing and I think you know that too. Hell, he wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to if Vi was there.” Her fingers slid through my own, a soft yet possessive grasp.

“I know you think I gave up looking for Abby because you were reckless a-and you got hurt and you ruined things. And you were reckless, and you did get hurt but… you didn’t ruin things. You- You just changed things, for the better.” Her lips brushed against my neck, an innocent gesture though had me tilting my head to grant her more access all the same. “You saved me, baby.” She muttered, burrowing her face right into the crook of my neck as she pulled my back in closer to her chest. “I- I could’ve spent my whole life hunting that girl down, because- T-Tommy did ask me to, you know?” Her voice cracked, the feeling of small tears dripping onto my skin, a very simple way to get them to spring up into my own eyes all over again. Just whenever I thought I had been all cried out.

“You- You actually told him no?” My bottom lip quivered as I slowly twisted around to face her, just to feel her own calloused hand against my face. “But I thought you- you promised-“

“It’s not going to bring him back, love.” She shook her head, glancing downwards as if in mild shame. “But whenever you went after me in Seattle and- you got hurt…” she brushed her fingers along the jagged scar slashed into my arm that she was more or less cradling. “I know you were knocked out and you don’t remember a lot of it but… i-it really scared the fuck out of me, y-you know? Like I could lose you. I-I could really honestly lose you and… nothing is worth that, baby. Not a single thing is worth that.”

Tears swam in my eyes as she pressed her lips to the wet streaks that stained them. “You’re an angel, my love. An angel on this absolute fucked up planet and I-I pity every single person that doesn’t get to know you like Vi and I do, you know?” She briefly disconnected her hand from my face to brush away her own tears only to let it snake through my hair as she tugged me back into her chest. “You’re innocent, and you’re kind and you didn’t let any of this take it away and- I hope you never do, honestly.” I felt her chest sinking as she took in a heavy breath and held me to her almost for dear life. Like she was afraid I’d slip away the moment I let go. “No amount of self-sought fury will bring that back… I’ve tried. S-So please, I know it’s hard to find a purpose in this life but… please baby, please stay with me. With us.”

I curled up to her side, resting a heavy head right against where I could feel her heart thumping so softly. The other side of the bed dipped and while I might have flashed back to that moment briefly Ellie’s arms wrapped around me so protectively were enough to pull me back down to earth. At least for a moment.

“My girls.” Vi’s voice followed next, her arm nearly long enough to stretch over the both of us as she brought us close to her with ease. I felt my back pressing against her muscular chest as she settled down next to us, taking her usual trusty spot closest to the door as always.

It was hard to promise survival during the end of the world, even safe within the walls of a community. But for that night I at least promised I wouldn’t do it on my own accord. Someday, somewhere, something would kill me, but it wouldn’t be at my own hand.

No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence.

Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

[heyitsspiders]

Because I've been drawing him a lot, I might as well properly show him off. This is Wikir, my Deltarune OC

He is a search engine that was used a lot but after having his wires torn off, he could no longer access his databank of knowledge and now gives out the wrong information. He has now been left behind and forgotten.

Wikir was seen as really smart for being so knowledgeable but people were not too keen to realize he was a fraud and getting his information from somewhere else (like how a search engine gives you the answer by showing you other people's work). Anyways, bing bang boom some mean darkners ripped off his ear wire thingies and now he can't do anything right. His speech is fucked, he's a mess, he can't even do the thing he was supposedly made for!

That's when Spamton finds him in the dump. Seeing a chance to get a new face to scam under, he took Wikir in under his wing.

I haven't thought out much after that but I know if you beat Spamton Neo, Wikir will show up and offer to join you too, as without Spamton he's lost. Idk what he'd be but it would be some equip-able that buffs whichever Spamton item you got.

And perhaps a bit gay too (wikir literally an oc to ship with spamton.. and tenna. i love being poly)

Anyways, some nonsense later, Wikir follows kris into chapter 3, gets dropped and wanders around looking for Spamton. However, he meets Tenna instead

And decides he needs to have someone that understands the new rising fade of the internet, so hires Wikir.

Okay this turned into way longer of a ramble than I meant it to be. I don't think the Tumblr timeline will be kind to my oc so if you see this, hello, hi, I'm not normal for these characters.

Thanks for reading gamers

(i'll have more non-oc related stuff soon, i just need to get him out of my system)

[ellameloetta]

BAHHHHH!! NO WONDER PPL ARE BIPHOBIC THIS IS SCARY AF (joke)

first post of the year and it’s scott malkinson pulling bitches!! ya’ll already know i’m crazy for my own scott x oc ship but i will admit scyde has grown on me a bit over time (thanks to some tumblr moots) i think it’s a cute ship! and clyde x phone destroyer has also been growing on me so….fuck it polycule time ❤️💚💜 i hope you guys like it!! 💗

[vizblo]

I'M CRACKING MS. LOVELETT AND MR. HUXLEY NO ONE CAN STOP ME

(reminder this is HOW I think Mr. Huxley looks like)