#poly concept

[polyrafe]

THE TRIAD ORIGIN STORY

you and Rafe met in college, became a couple, moved into a flat in Boston after college

you started working in marketing, Rafe started his business as a freelancing graphic designer for online presence, designing and maintaining websites and social media accounts for businesses and other organizations

Topper and Rafe have known each other since forever, had crushes, shared a few drunken / high kisses when they were younger, never talked about them, oggled each other whenever they had the chance

during covid, Topper visited for a couple of days, you did a lot together, you noticed how they looked at each other. ohhh the pining!!!! you knew Rafe was bi but you've never seen him look at someone like he was looking at Topper - the same way he looked at you, with attraction and love. the thing is, you couldn't even blame him, Topper was hot af and his neverending good mood was infectious

the three of you had the best time. it was so different to any other relationship with friends you ever had. Rafe was so different. He was calm and confident and so funny. you didn’t get to see this playful side a lot but Topper managed to get it out effortlessly.

Topper stayed longer than he initially wanted. he wanted to visit for a weekend but it was quickly decided that he would end up staying an entire week instead. Rafe just beamed when you agreed upon that. the way he reacted, you knew that something was different.

that night in bed, you asked Rafe whether he felt different for Topper than for his other friends. He confirmed. You didn’t know where that question came from but it just made sense in that moment to ask: “are you in love with Topper?” he was completely taken aback by that question . "I'm… I think so, yes. But I love you so much and we're so good together, I would never jeopardize what we have" you just nodded, deep in thought about what this meant for the two of you. "I kind of want to kiss him all the time,” Rafe admits , his head buried deep underneath the covers. you pulled the covers away and gently made him look at you. "it's weird, but I kind of understand. he's so good for you." you couldn't really put into words how you felt. oddly enough, you still weren't really jealous.

you were both so confused by what that meant. Later that night - you both couldn't sleep - you told Rafe that if he wanted to explore whatever that was with Topper, you were fine with opening up your relationship as long as you always were in the loop with what was going on. you were secure enough in the relationship you had with Rafe, a part of you couldn't believe your own words but you knew that they were true. Rafe couldn't believe his luck.

Rafe was awake the whole night, thrashed around the bed, at 4am in the morning he got up to get a glass of water. when you woke up again, Rafe wasn’t next to you and his side of the bed was cold. You got up and in the living room, Topper and Rafe were asleep on the pull-out couch, Rafe wrapped up in Topper's arms. You still weren't jealous because it looked so right but it scared you.

Topper and Rafe woke up, super sorry, embarrassed. Rafe wanted to get up but you told him, "No, Rafe, stay, it's fine." and it was. But then Topper lifted the covers and asked you to join and Rafe and you are so taken aback in the best way possible, so you do.

the three of you spent the whole day on that couch. cuddling turned into kissing and kissing turned into something else eventually. This is what you did for the remainder of the week. Exploring each others' bodies, exploring being three people, exploring this. It was new for all of you but you all loved it.

when Topper left, the two of you missed him a lot. He came back a week later and then he kind of never left. He transfered to an office of his mom's firm in Boston and there's that.

at the beginning it was hard sometimes because Rafe and Topper had history and they were in much deeper than Topper and you. the way they kissed was so familiar, the way they joked about inside jokes from when they were young, the way Topper got when the conversation flowed around drugs and Rafe's past addiction. You’ve only ever known Rafe since he's been clean but Topper was there for the worst of it. so Topper knew how it was.

but then you realized it was just as hard for Topper because you and Rafe had history that didn't involve him as well. You guys were a couple for two,  almost three years already , you have been living together. This was your apartment. Rafe and yours.

it took so much to make this work, so much communication, so much research, so much trial and error. but it was so, so worth it!

the three of you eventually moved into a bigger flat, the triple income making it possible to rent a huge apartment in which all of you have their own room, plus a huge master bedroom, two bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen.

life is good ♥

[c-rose2081]

Afternoon Stroll

The wives taking their girlfriend on an afternoon walk 🫶🏻 inspired by my most recent fic I Kissed A Girl. Basically a ‘what-if’ Briar was put to sleep one-hundred years ago and was kissed awake by Darling on accident, resulting in them being married before ever attending Ever After High.

I never thought Briarling could be so soft, but it is. And the Brapple/Dappling yearning is crazy.

This is just a sketch, I kinda want to clean it up but I’m so lazy and I don’t have the energy today. So please enjoy them 🥹

[elizakai]

uhm idk what happened but apparently harem (reverse harem!????) time-???

[2-dsimp]

“Awe look at our sweet babygirl bro, she looks so out of it already it’s adorable ”

Enforcer cooed with a carefree grin on his face as you sucked on his thick fingers like a pacifier while you were getting tongue fucked by the Torturer’s adept fat tongue that slowly dragged along your plump moist walls spelling out his name from within the depth of your dripping cunt as he peered up at you with a pussydrunk expression.

Moros’s giant frame was on his knees right before the edge of the bed somehow nestled tightly between your thighs that were squeezing his face from the stimulation. While the Enforcer had you propped up against his big chest with your frame placed inbetween his legs as he looked down at you, face flushed in wonderment of your beautiful features. As he began languidly stroking his meaty shaft that was smushed up against the small of your back. His thick mushroom tip smearing precum which dribbled down the crease of you asscheeks and onto the sheets below making an ample mess.

“Ah shii—I think we’re both at our limits from watching those cute faces you’re making babe, Fuck cmere I wanna get a closer look at cha”

The Enforcer murmured in a hushed groan as he slipped two thick fingers covered in your saliva out of your mouth with a pop. Using his hand to tilt your face upwards to the side angling slightly in his direction. He getting entranced by the delicious view of their darling’s fucked out expression, feeling them trembling from the aftershocks of them orgasming yet again on the Torturer’s hot mouth and his plump lips that switched to suctioning harshly on your budding clit.

The Enforcer couldn’t help but bring you into a hot sweltering French kiss as he rapidly pumped his throbbing shaft. Covering your back in thick rivets of his seed in near unison along with the Moros who blew his huge load in his pants. Coming untouched from just the mere taste and smell of your love juices washing over his tastebuds with a low gratifying muffled whimper escaping from his lips that were still pressed up against your gushing twitching hole.

[sapphicgrandmaster]

Thinking about a girl giving me her attention makes me horny

[xodite]

MDNI

Female yandere oc x fem reader x fem! Yan! Oc!

Light smut incoming

This fantasy post includes forced Pussy eating, soft cnc, bondage, kidnapping, chase kink, fem characters, fem genitalia, cult leader, worship kink, blood, bondage and praise.

The cult leaders pet

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After finding pictures in the forest while camping of dead bodies drained of their blood with a deadly cults logo as-well as a gorgeous woman with long brown hair and hazel eyes standing on top of the bodies you dash to find help, will you escape in time?

You ran through the harsh secluded forest with the cold winds rushing through your hair as you raced away from your camp where you found those cursed images only two things ran through your mind, were you next? And what the fuck was that?

Through your jumbled thoughts and ragged breaths you looked down to see the pictures in your hands again. These images looked hauntingly like the witness described pictures of the deadly cult that lived in these woods, although those were just rumours right? Paranoia raced through your body as you breathed harder until you heard a haunting branch crack behind you. There was someone behind you. And they didn’t have the best intentions with you. Especially with those images you held in your hands.

You continued to race through the forest as you heard ragged breaths and angry desperate cries. The cries rang around your thumping panicked mind. They were loud and horrid. The cries pinged your mind and plagued the deepest crevice of your mind.

In a panic you spotted a thick couple of bushes and hid in there, accidentally dropping the evidence aka the photos. As you watched them fall you heard two people arguing angrily then complete silence. Utter silence. Before a soft woman’s voice rang out from the bush after her perfect manicured fingers picked up the now muddied photos.

“Sweet thing! come on out~! Poor thing your probably so petrified~ trust me our goddesses will be so welcoming! There’s nothing to fear!”

The voice chirped condescendingly as you heard them rustle in the bushes around you, increasingly getting more and more aggressive. They wanted to find you and they wanted to find you now. Then it all came crashing down upon your poor brain as you realized, they wanted you. They wanted to offer you like they did to those to their leaders. The cult was real.

As the wandering hands came closer you felt your muscles tense and you dashed out of the bushes, desperate to escape. At the sudden movement you caught the eye of the near by follower and they attempted to grab onto you, pushing you both into mud as your knees bled from the sharp stick and rock slivers in the wet mud. You desperately crawled away while screaming for help as loud as you could. Suddenly you no longer felt the crushing grip on your leg and looked behind you. The followers were bowing?

Your eyes looked infront of you to see two taller beautiful woman. Cold horror rushed through your veins as you realized one of the woman were in the photos. They were both dressed in riches and soft silk fabrics as they looked down upon you. One had beautiful black silk dressings while the other had white dressings. You easily recognized the one in the black dress as the woman who stood upon the dead bodies.

Cold Horror struck through your bones as your ragged breaths rang audibly through the tense atmosphere. You had no where to run.

Before you could react you felt a sharp pinch in the back of your neck as everything went dark, one of the followers must’ve used a sedative dart. The only thing you felt after that was cold silence as you heard your body thump in the mud and felt yourself fall out of consciousness and the harsh ear ringing sound that permanently altered your hearing.

- smut warning -

You awoke chained to the hard cold ground on your knees infront of the two woman who sat on simple yet elegant wooden chairs. Once you got a clearer look at them you realized they were both hauntingly gorgeous yet something about them ran shivers down your spine. Wordlessly the one with lighter silks stood and laid a gentle hand against your face and slowly guided your disoriented mouth to her smooth delicate pussy. You shook your head no softly yet she tugged harder on your hair, causing tears to run down your face.

“Behave.”

The powerful woman above you demanded as she continued to push your face into her pussy to your dismay. At the rough action you felt the other cult leaders arms wrap around your waist and heard her smooth voice speak to the woman above you,

“Iradita my love, be gentle.”

The woman spoke while slowly slipping her two fingers onto your underwear, slowly massaging your clit. You moaned softly as her skilled fingers continued to attack the little bundle of nerves, ignoring your little whimpers of disapproval.

“Irademia. I shall do as I please, and this sweet girl is going to eat my pussy.”

Iradita hissed while shoving your face into her pussy demandingly. Horror washed through your body as you remembered the news about the horrors they put their victims through, it was better to stay on their good sides. You slowly stuck your tongue on her clit and licked gently. The woman above you groaned and moved her pussy around on your tongue, obviously enjoying it. Her grip on your hair loosened as she whispered,

“Oh sweet girl I’m going to enjoy you, keep going for I am your goddess”

Terrified of Iradita’s anger you kept going, on the edge of cumming from Irademia fingering, you started to suck desperately on Iraditas clit for some form of comfort from the sensitivity in your clit from the merciless massaging. Finally you came on Irademia’s fingers, coming undone and collapsing in her arms. At your movement Irademia caught you and allowed you to rest on her as she continued playing with you.

Iradita groaned and placed one leg over your shoulder, placing her pussy on your face, forcing you to keep eating her out. This was going to be a long night, and you were theirs now, their pet. Their offering.

[discover-karma]

i want a partner that can just keep going no matter how many times they cum and they just keep using me to get off. i’d be so overstimulated but it doesn’t matter, so long as they’re satisfied.

[oobbbear]

College is funny cause you’ll be taking a class then you see someone in front of you on their laptop real time dropping out of the class

[heartfullofleeches]

Deity Reader who was once human betrayed, tortured, and sacrificed by cultist to bring their god into the new age. Unfortunately for them, their god remembers everything from their former life and bestows not the guiding light they pleaded for - but pure rage. It tears out the teeth of those spouting their false worship, gouges the eyes of those who gaze at them with love and affection when all the emotion they held before had been nothing but lies and deceit. They escaped the compound after killing half the members - found and taken in by a kind hunter who brings them into the nearby town and happily puts a bullet through any cultists trying to steal them away. There's something strange about everyone in town, but they treat Reader with the kindest so foreign to them by then and promise to never let any one or thing take or hurt them ever again

[sigmahimejoshi]

Dom who gives both their subs a punishment where they can't jerk off or touch themselves. The subs think this isn't fair until they find a loophole. They use each other to get off. They hump each other, scissor, and they think there is technically nothing wrong with it until their dom finds them humping each other. The dom doesn't seem to mind and judt tells their subs to keep going as they watch them grind on eachother until they cum, but when they try to get off of eachother their dom, tells them that they have to keep going since this is what they wanted to badly, forcing both of them to hump eachother more, the overstimulation is too much but everything they try to stop their dom doesn't let them

[leaf4e]

pigeon based on @ggrimboy's art

[yandere-toons]

Ramsay: Thank you for saving my life

Sorcerer reader: I'm literally and eldritch being

RAMSAY:

HOUSE LANNISTER:

OBERYN MARTELL:

SAMWELL TARLY (+ JON):

[c-rose2081]

On the Dock

“You’ve gone pink, Apple. Is the sun getting to you? It’s certainly gotten to Darling.”

“I um…I don’t think it’s the sun…”

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When your wife is busy, rizz up your wife’s girlfriend instead. I did mention they were poly right? 😙🫶🏻

Only one of the girls in this picture can actually get a tan without burning and she really doesn’t need it. Briar just gets darker, Apple is pink as her namesake (the fact that Briar makes her blush doesn’t help), and Darling pretends she can get a tan, but really she just ends up a 🦞.

[witchofthesouls]

Can you explain how preening works on bots? For someone who new to the idea of it.

Preening is a real-life bird grooming behavior that extends the life of their feathers as well as waterproof them using an oil secretion from a gland and a bonding activity, too. Transformers fandom likens the Seekers to birds, so I'm doing my duty and expanding on it lol

For Seekerkin, preening is a grooming behavior that satisfies multiple functions: a social activity for the trine and flock, a necessary and vital part of maintenance to check out the responsiveness and state of their flight systems, and trains the very young or very new on how to handle environmental influx, both passive and active. It's typically guided by the more experienced hand: mentor to student, parent/guardian to child or newbuild, elder to newcomer, trainer to trainee. A pair of hands skims and go over the expanse and edges before using their talons to pick out the slag in the fine seams as they test out various sites and sensor response.

It's an activity that actively builds social cohesion as it takes a lot of trust to allow someone else around appendages packed with a variety of sensors. It feels good as well. Not a sexual pleasure. It's more akin to good massage or very nice body scrub. A great source of stress relief under an at-home health check. Of course, that also fosters relationships between kin, trines, cohorts, and flocks.

Arcee and Bumblebee have their own sensory panels to care for, and it's a job for a second pair of hands. Ratchet has similarities with his own servos.

Miko is too much of a young menace to realize others don't have her own War-Forged physiology, so she's allowed to go ham on the heavier armored Autobots because she's mimicking the care she's receiving.

[2-dsimp]

Unfortunately, poly between these three hitman are near impossible (^◇^;)』

『As I’ve stated once before Ossian the sniper is the most possessive man out of the group and would rather commit first degree murder to ensure that you would be his and his alone. He doesn’t care who he has to go through, even if it’s his Boss and especially the cheeky Hacker who he hates with all his guts.』

『Danny the boss is the utmost obsessive out of the hitman squad. And makes it well known by practically having you as his sole motivation. To even get off of his lazy ass and do something productive like being said Boss for his members. And the fact that he has to share the light of his light is an immediate turn off. He’d rather have them all to himself and obsess over them comfortably without any competition.

。Bonus: Danny got his darlings photos in his wallet, has them as his phone screensaver, and wears any gift they may have bought him. Also any mention of him taking it off for something would result in him throwing a huge fit as he’d practically sprawl on the floor and play dead as he’d rather die than to take it off. 』

『Yujin the hacker is the only one out of the trio that would be okay with being in an poly relationship if you make sure to give him his daily does of attention and affection since he’s generally clingy in his own right. But for the most part his job requires him to be at the ready so he’ll spend his time slaving away from within the confines of his bat cave.』

[the-daydreaming-show]

Fic Idea/Sneak Peek;

You were the daughter of a poor mortal couple, children of poor mortals whose ancestors had been lost to history. At twelve, you found a stressed and hungry Feyre Archeron in the woods while hunting (or trying to), and the two of you became companions in the treacherous woods while hunting, becoming friends (and the center of each other's worlds). Until you were fifteen, when your mother gave birth to a son, after years of her husband asking for it. But the birth was complicated; mother and baby were left weak, and you and your younger sister, Rue, became a liability, for you were not sons. You both disappeared one night without a trace, and no one, but Feyre, ever asked for an explanation of your fate. Even when that long-awaited son died before he turned three, Feyre never stopped asking and missing. Not until she herself disappeared, dragged by a beast into the woods, and the rest was history. 

Years later, as Prythian let the dust settle after the war with Hybern. And while the Night Court still rejoiced at the birth of their High Lord and High Lady's first child, a message flew to immortal lands across the world:

From this day, one will be, and only one, the queen of the mortal lads of the world.

Does who bent the knee to you, would keep their land and titles. Those who took arms against you and your dragons would be thrown down, humble and destroyed.

With the threat of mortal queens and the need to fulfill a promise now meaningless, you agree to visit the Night Court to reunite with Feyre. You meet her family, the new and the old, and discuss a possible alliance in the future (and inevitable) wars that will come with the absence of the wall. You know how it will end, but you go anyway. Perhaps one last look at what could have been before meeting those eyes across a battlefield would close a part of your heart that you needed to keep quiet to fulfill your goal.

Little did you know, fate and the Mother had different plans for a relationship you already thought was dead and lost. It turns out it just needed to be completed.

NOTE: I plan on writing about this, at least a couple parts, if you'd like to read it let me know and also tell me if you want to be tagged when it comes out;