#i’m here for the poly

[lovetositinsilence]

calypso’s birthday ✨

[omaano]

For the sketch thingy:

Codymaulwan with B2?

They all come in different flavor of disaster, and I’m not immune to that

Polyamorous/Platonic poses for sketching

[biboomerangboi]

Been thinking about the homoerotic potential of Xianle Quartet again and I think I’ve figured out the best/funniest way for the post canon dynamic to play out: Xie Lian gets his offical harem.

And no I don’t mean Xie Lian just gets to hold hands with everyone. I think Hua Cheng who wants Gege to be happy and give him everything he wants but also genuinely believes he’s better than Feng Xin and Mu Qing starts acting like the Wife and Feng Xin and Mu Qing are Xie Lians concubines.

I think it would start with Hua Cheng giving them strictly solicited times to be with Xie Lian and then later when Xie Lian admits he feels something more about the two of them he would get real into it.

He makes it extremely clear he’s the first and most important wife in this game and they play by his rules. They deal with his times and get to see him give Xie Lian really extravagant gifts to wear when he spend time with them as well as giving him lots of love bites not to mention lots of little digs and because Fengqing are Fengqing they instantly match the energy.

The Harem games begin.

There’s so much side comments and subterfuge and of course fights to see who is the favourite while also convinced that it won’t be them because they start to notice all the beautiful things about their competitors in a really homoerotic way.

They would all start to act nice with each other when they are with of Xie Lian because they notice that he likes that and they have points to win. So there are lots of group spars and meals with a general play nice vibe to them. Until they reluctantly start to like playing nice but are also be thinking fuck these guys. These two guys are the worst people in the world.

Then of course Xie Lian goes away for a few days on a mission and they all lose it . They will literally have no one to perform for and yet they are all still being so petty and in each others business, then each others faces, and then suddenly they are all in each others bed.

Xie Lian naturally comes back to this and is delighted by this development.

[wispscribbles]

Out of curiosity

What is your opinion on poly 141

(also absolutely love your Soap Ghost art❤️

Thank you! And I have no strong opinions on most cod ships tbh (except for the obvious one) - poly 141 is cute! I just love all four of them and love to see them happy. They’re more ‘found family’+ghoap to me personally, but different strokes for different folks. I’ve read some good poly 141 fics when stumbling upon them

[cryptidbait]

Wu Shi Poly 🔞

"You're not doing it right," Johnny complained, watching as Raiden's hips stuttered. He could see Raiden's shoulders tense and the farm boy whined out a response. Kung Lao's thighs were shaking as Raiden held his legs into the air. Raiden paused in his thrusts, determined to try out the pacing again. But Lao's fluttering cunt felt so good around his throbbing shaft.

When Lao and Johnny brought up the idea of Lao and Raiden fucking, the simple champion wasn't sure of it. Not because he didn't want to, but because he knew he might not be able to satisfy Johnny's demands. He knew Johnny could be demanding in bed, and Raiden was too soft to deny the superstar what he wanted. Raiden began grinding his hips into Lao's cunt again and Lao keened out, his head falling back against the bed. Raiden was about three thrusts in when he felt it.

"Do not stop," he heard in his ear. Raiden shivered, feeling Johnny's warm breath against the shell of his ear. Raiden groaned, thrusting into Lao's wet heat. Johnny's pelvis was flush against his naked ass, guiding Raiden's hips at the pace the superstar wanted. Raiden tried to focus, really he did, but he could feel Johnny's growing bulge against his ass. Raiden moaned, trying to grind his ass back but trying to stay in Lao's cunt. "Stay focused, champion. Clearly you needed a guiding hand." Johnny's hands came up, grabbing Raiden's waist in a steady, bruising grip.

Raiden watched as another person walked around, and a tattooed hand reached out in front of Raiden. Kenshi. Colored fingers danced across Lao's stomach and traced Lao's twitching cocklet. Kung Lao gave a shout, back arching off of the bed. Kenshi smirked at the fucking duo, swirling his digits to tease Lao more.

"Two guiding hands, from the looks of it," Kenshi commented, his voice husky.

***

“You really thought you could take me on," Kung Lao grinned, grinding down onto Johnny's twitching cock. Johnny keened, the sound being muffled by Kenshi's soaking cunt. Kenshi gasped, leaning forward towards the Shaolin monk. Kung Lao lunged forward, his lips colliding with Kenshi's thinner pair. Kenshi smirked into the kiss, one hand grabbing a fistful of Lao's loose hair and pulling. Lao whined and Kenshi took the chance to deepen the kiss, plunging his tongue into Lao's warm cavern. Lao lifted his hips slightly and dropped back down, his cunt clenching tightly. Johnny shook, his thigh's trembling.

"Fu-fuck," Raiden stuttered, his hips losing their pace. He huffed, quickening his pace. Johnny’s fluttering hole around his cock felt so fucking good. Raiden didn't get to fuck Johnny's ass often, so he tried his best to savor this moment. Johnny was making this very difficult for Raiden to contain himself. Raiden's rough hand grasped Johnny's soft hips firmly, and Johnny knew that his paler flesh was going to bruise due to Raiden's strong grasp.

Raiden's other hand came up and held Lao's hip, guiding Lao's hips into a pace that matched his own. Lao moaned into Kenshi's mouth and Kenshi grinned, rolling his his against Johnny's face. Kenshi wiggled his hips, bumping his engorged clit against Johnny's nose.

Johnny slurped, doing his best to fuck his tongue into Kenshi's leaking hole. Kenshi and Raiden made eye contact over Lao's shoulder and Raiden leaned forward, planting kisses along the back of Lao's neck. Lao cried out, his cunt fluttering on Johnny's throbbing cock.

[alteadelight]

tell me why jasper and henry had more chemistry in that one scene in “i know your secret” then henry had with any of his girlfriends

[redhotarsenic]

ACID PUNK PHANTASY

[allthedrugsforcreativity]

The Three Caballeros say polyamory deserves more rep and acceptance

[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

[jrwiyuri]

I forget that jrwi isn’t a fandom of like 30 people max.. wdym someone has a problem with poly pirates

[butchfeelings]

I desperately want to hear a butch groan with their cock in my mouth. Gently pumping in and out with their hands in my hair. Letting me worship them as they deserve. I want to taste them, on my knees, with my hands roaming their thighs. feeling their muscles and moaning with a mouthful of cock because I’m so obsessed with their body. They feel so good, they taste so good, they look soo good. I want to sink into sub space adoring their body.

I want to feel them getting rougher. Feel their hands tighten in my hair. A firm grip at the back of my head putting me right where they want me. Hear them chuckle when I make cute little noises trying to adjust to the sudden change. I want to feel myself sink deeper into sub space as they use my throat just how they want. I want to taste them cumming in my mouth look up and see their face twisted in pleasure and know I was useful for them 😳

[tisdae]

besties, beronica is canon i want to cry tears of joy

[spicyicymeloncat]

See I will always be a lava shipper but I can appreciate kailor’s dynamic. I don’t entirely like Kailor but I doodled it anyways. And then it spiralled from there…

Also not a huge fan of love triangles but unrequited lava is so sad bc Cole keeps getting in dang jiang centric love triangles mannn. He keeps taking Ls from snake ppl.

[violentlyscreaming]

A friendly reminder that a ship does not have to be canon for you to enjoy it. Please respect all ships (even if this means blacklisting the tag bc you simply don’t like it)

[zappedbyzabka]

Very important. Where are my peeps????? (Ot5 counts as well in the yes answers if wanted. Crushes on each other.)

[emily-mooon]

✨Sparks in the Club✨