#poly!sos

[lipringlrh]

would you ever write poly f1 drivers cause i know you said you’d write poly 5sos a while ago? :)

absolutely !! if anyone has any requests for either poly f1 or poly 5sos please do send them!!

[talkfastromance4]

Poly!cake having a Christmas dinner party at their place

I hope you like this one! I’ll admit I had a bit of a difficult time coming up with something😕

You’d been frantic for three days running around the house making sure decorations were perfect and finalizing plans for the dinner party you, Calum, and Luke were planning. Calum’s job was to come up with the meal while Luke was in charge of making a playlist.

You and Luke offered multiple times to offer your help in the kitchen but Calum would swat you two away with a towel to the butt.

“Between Luke sampling everything and you being clumsy, we don’t need a trip to the hospital while I’m watching you two in my kitchen,�� Calum teased.

By the time guests were arriving, Calum had everything heating up and still had to change into his all black outfit. You were in a red fashionable jumpsuit and Luke had on that green shirt you and Calum both like him in.

To help ease your worry of playing one third hostess, the two of them found ways to get you under the mistletoe so you’d be less stressed. Luke placed them nearly everywhere since he’s so tall.

“Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe,” you reprimand Calum as he pulls you into the kitchen where a gathering of mistletoe is hanging in the arch.

“But it’s Christmas Law,” Calum nuzzles his nose into your ear as Luke kisses your lips delicately.

“And you’re all wrapped up in this jumpsuit like a pretty present,” Luke compliments.

“We have a roomful of people waiting on this chocolate fondue,” you giggle but make no move to stop their kisses.

During dessert you all played card games, conversed, and had an all around great time. Luke and Calum would take turns feeding you bananas dipped in chocolate or the short cake or the strawberries.

Once the after dessert coffee pot was empty and your guests were out the door, the three of you were way too tired to clean up. You changed into your pajamas and collapsed onto the couch watching ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas.’ Calum is rubbing your feet and you’re playing with Luke’s hair, the three of you falling asleep with stomachs and hearts full of warmth and love.

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[cabinette]

i consider myself a connoisseur of What Makes Chilchuck's Brain Fry

[swordsandholly]

Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.

Total ditz to be precise.

But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.

Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?

Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.

Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.

Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.

Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.

After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.

[batfluffs]

princess miku!! i just had to make a model after the cutest design of her ive ever seen to exist!!!! 🩵

[lowpolyanimals]

Crystal Lizard from Dark Souls

[beloveds-embrace]

part 2 of baker!reader + do not ever ask me to write accents lmao i suck at those 💀😭 and a huge thank you to all the sweet and dessert suggestions! i couldn't add all of them, but oh my god did i love all of them and choosing between them was sooo hard (that's what she said). if your dessert didn't make it here im soo sorry 😭

It was a quiet morning when you finally decided to reopen the bakery. The town had been whispering, speculating about the sudden disappearance of your husband—tragic, they said, to be found mauled by a bear in the woods. You hadn’t shed a tear, hadn’t flinched at the news. Maybe that was cruel of you, but after what you had endured, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything for him anymore. Not fear, not sadness—just relief.

And now, with the bakery open once again, you felt lighter. Freer.

The 141 boys were there first thing, as you had hoped. Each one walking into the cozy space like they belonged there. Their heavy, winter boots made the wooden floors creak, their towering frames somehow making the space feel intimate rather than intimidating. You smiled as the familiar smell of fresh bread and sugar lingered in the air, the warmth of the ovens cocooning you and the rest of the bakery in comfort. Free from that terrible man you’d called a husband, it was as if the world itself was taking on a more vibrant color.

“Morning, sweetheart,” John greeted you, his eyes crinkling beneath his hat, though there was something watchful in his gaze.

“Bonnie,” Johnny chirped, leaning on the counter, his eyes sparkling as they usually did when he spoke to you. “Place smells heavenly as always.”

“You’re open today, huh?” Kyle said, grinning as he eyed the display of pastries lined up neatly behind the glass. “Missed our favorite baker, honestly.”

Simon didn’t say anything at first, just gave you a long, steady look from behind his mask. You knew he had seen the signs. He was the only one who had seen the bruises, had taken your hands so gently that day and whispered that promise. You hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t said anything in return, but you had trusted him all the same. You are glad you did. You are so glad it’d been him to see.

Now, as you wiped your hands on your apron and stepped out from behind the counter, your heart was lighter than it had been in months. “Everything’s on the house today,” you said, your smile wider than it had been in ages. “For you guys, at least. After all… I’ve got a few new things for you to try.”

Soap raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that so? Then we’re in for a treat, eh boys?”

You went back to the counter, pulling out a few trays and plates, your hands moving quickly as you started setting them down in front of the men, watching their eyes light up at the spread. “I’ve been experimenting,” you said, your voice light, almost teasing. “For John, I’ve got pecan pie. Thought you might like it—something a bit rich, a bit warm.” Like you, goes unsaid but you hoped he still heard it.

John’s eyes gleamed as he accepted the slice you placed in front of him. “Always knew you were a mind reader,” he murmured with a chuckle, cutting into the pie and taking a bite. The smile that spread across his face was slow, but appreciative.

“For you, Kyle, lemon meringue tarts. Something sharp, refreshing. A little tangy,” you said, setting the plate in front of him. “And a bit sweet, too. Had a feeling you’d like it!”

Kyle laughed, picking up the tart and admiring it at first. “You know me too well.” He took a bite, his eyes widening at the burst of lemon on his tongue and then groaning in delight. “Perfect, as always.”

Simon watched you closely, and when you placed a plate of apple fritters in front of him, his gaze softened just slightly. “Made these with you in mind,” you said, your voice gentle. “Thought you’d appreciate something classic, Si. Simple, but comforting.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just nodded in that way of his, taking the fritter in his gloved hand. When he took a bite, his eyes closed briefly, and you could see the silent approval in the way his shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly.

“And for you, Johnny,” you giggled, setting down a small bowl of Cranachan in front of him. “Thought you might like something traditional- whisky, raspberries, oats, and cream. Feels like a bit of home, doesn’t it? At least I hope so. It was my first time making it.”

Johnny beamed all the same, eagerly reaching for a spoon. “Ah, bonnie, you’re spoiling us.”

But it wasn’t just them you were thinking of. You had made a fresh batch of focaccia bread for yourself, but this wasn’t just any bread- it was bold, spiced with rosemary and topped with chilli flakes and garlic. It was a reflection of your own newfound boldness. You’d been quiet, subdued for so long. Now, you wanted to feel alive again.Perhaps it might seem corny, but this focaccia bread meant to signify that for you.

You set a slice of the focaccia on a plate for yourself, taking a bite as you sat with them, your smile not faltering for a second. It was savoury- settling warmth in your stomach. “I think this might be my new favorite, actually.” you said with a soft laugh. In your mind, you were already thinking of making and selling more of it.

They didn’t say much in response, still tasting their own desserts, but you could feel their appreciation, their understanding, in the quiet way they accepted it.

The rest of the bakery was alive with the smell of freshly baked treats: rich brownies, soft sugar cookies, fluffy cronuts, and delicate eclairs. Tres leches cakes sat next to pumpkin pies, while apple and custard empanadas filled the air with their sweet, warm scent. Cheesecakes, cardamom rolls, strawberry lamingtons—the selection was almost overwhelming, but everything sold well. Especially the bear claw pastries. You smiled softly to yourself at the irony. The bearclaw pastries might also be your new favorite, right alongside the focaccia.

Johnny noticed it immediately, the little twitch of your lips, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny, bonnie?”

You waved him off, shaking your head. “Oh, nothing. Just… the bear claws. They’ve been selling really well lately. Thought it was… fitting.”

Simon’s eyes flicked to you, then to the bear claw pastries sitting neatly in a display case. A slow understanding crossed his gaze, but he didn’t say anything. Just a slight nod, the corner of his mouth twitching, the silent acknowledgment of the truth that you all shared. You had no doubt the others knew about it as well- maybe even had a hand in it. Such incredible men.

And for the first time, standing in your bakery, surrounded by warmth and the quiet camaraderie of the men you had come to trust, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. The past was behind you. Now, you had a future to look forward to—one filled with new beginnings, layers to unfold like a mille-feuille crepe cake, and the quiet reassurance that you were no longer alone.

“Here’s to new beginnings,” you said, raising your cup of coffee, your smile bright and genuine.

The boys raised their cups in return, their expressions soft but full of unspoken promises. “To new beginnings,” they echoed, and for the first time in a long time, you believed it. Especially because you could see the way they were looking at you.

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[lazer-t]

Low poly jackal character head, personal project

[evildeerboy]

“no polyamory at pride” is some chronic no bitches shit. that’s got to be made up. no gay person would say that they’d have no fucking friends

[lipringlrh]

letting people know i will write poly!sos so please send in requests for them bc i cant think of a single good one :)

[talkfastromance4]

hi hailey!! i would love to see poly!cashton on the scenario of 24. New Years Countdown with these prompts:

9. “It’s snowing!”

18. “You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

35. “Will you be my new years kiss?”

maybe they're outside waiting for the new year and it starts to snow? 🥺 but feel free to change it up however you want! i'll be happy with anything poly!cashton 😂 hope you have fun with these blurbs!! ❤️

I had SO much fun with this one! I hope you like it!

You’ve always wanted to see the ball drop in Times Square for New Year’s Eve, Ashton tried to deter you because you hate crowds (but you insisted) and he finally gave in. Calum was excited because he loves New York. sadly, you had to leave Daisy behind with Luke and Sierra.

“I don’t want her to be stressed on the plane,” Ashton had said while you coddled her on your bed. She licked your nose.

So, the day after Christmas you all boarded a flight to New York. Ash and Cal took you to all of the tourist destinations (spoiling you rotten with a new necklace and bracelet set from Tiffany’s). Later at dinner, Calum sprung a pair of matching earrings as the dessert came.

“From Daisy,” he grinned and you couldn’t believe how much they spent on you. Considering the luggage bundle from Coach they gave you for Christmas and some more books you’ve been wanting.

On New Year’s Eve you went to a fancy dinner before changing into warm clothes in the luxurious hotel suite before heading to the Square.

“Will you be my New Year’s kiss?” Calum asks you as he makes sure your hat is secure on your head.

“Duh,” you giggle. “We’ll have to take turns with Ash.”

“I think we could do a three-way kiss,” Cal winks glancing at Ashton behind you.

“I think not,” Ashton snorts. “We’ll take turns, don’t want to get all of Times Square hot and bothered.” He moves in front of you, hazel eyes checking that you’re warm and bundled up. “Are you sure you want to go in the crowd? It’s going to be packed.”

“Yes. I want to try,” you nod.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Let’s go.”

Times Square 10:30 p.m

“How’re you doing baby?” Ashton asks, his breath puffing in a cloud.

“F-fine,” you chatter then press into Calum’s chest as another partygoer elbows their way past you.

“We can go back to the hotel and watch the ball drop from the balcony,” Calum suggests, “or in the jacuzzi with the flat screen. We can have champagne. Bubbles. And chocolate covered strawberries sent up.”

He kisses your frozen cheek and you bite your lip at the temptation of hot water with a naked Calum and Ashton.

“But I want to see it drop in person,” you put.

Cal and Ash share a look.

“Okay, but you say the word and we’ll go back,” Ashton says.

10:45 p.m

“Is it almost midnight?” you ask crushed against Ashton’s chest now.

The crowd has turned into an irritating buzz with random shouts of drunken people. You’re hot from all the bodies surrounding you and the collar of your coat feels like it’s choking you.

“No, it’s only quarter to eleven,” Ashton smiles into your hat.

“We can go back to the hotel, baby. I hate seeing you tough this out,” Calum says.

“I can do it,” you mutter but burrow your face in Ashton’s chest.

10:53 p.m

There was a commotion in the crowd as a singer was about to perform onstage and you couldn’t take it anymore. The shivering, the loudness, the constant bumping and shoving. Your feet hurt and you were so thirsty. You yank at Ashton’s jacket so his head is bent down to yours.

“Can we go?” you ask quietly.

He nods then pinches Calum’s coat to get his attention. When Calum turns, Ashton jerks his head towards the back of the street indicating it’s time to go.

“Good, these people are fuckin’ crazy,” Calum says.

They keep you between them as you all maneuver through the crowd. Once you’re on a clear sidewalk you groan and take a deep breath.

“My feet hurt so bad.”

“I’ll rub them once we’re back in the room,” Ashton says. “We’ve only got a few more blocks.”

You mumble and grumble the whole time, Calum and Ashton hold in their giggles at your theatrics. When you’re back at the hotel and in the elevator, you yank off your hat, scarf, and gloves tossing them to the floor.

“It’s so dumb how you sweat when it’s cold,” you grunt.

“It’s your body keeping you warm,” Ashton picks up your discarded belongings. “Don’t make a mess baby.”

“Please, keep taking off your clothes.”

“Cal!”

“What?”

11:55 p.m

The jacuzzi is filling up and Calum just thanked the maid for the room service. You peer at the yummy foods when Ashton exclaims, “it’s snowing!”

As you and Calum meet him on the balcony, Cal makes sure to plop his beanie on top of your head so you don’t get sick. You can still hear the party in Times Square and you’re glad you aren’t down there anymore. The three of you bundle up under the blanket Ashton brought out as you wait for midnight and the new year to arrive.

“Will the bath overflow?” Ashton asks.

“Nah, we’re good,” Calum shakes his head. “Thirty more seconds.”

You rest your head against Ashton’s shoulder, Calum rests his chin on top of your head as you see the ball begin to lower. Through the snowflakes and the glimmering lights of the ball, it truly is a once in a lifetime sight.

“Eight!...Seven!...Six!...Five!..Four!...Three!...Two!...One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Ashton tilts your head up so he can kiss you. The tip of his nose is cold but his lips are warm.

“Happy New Year, baby,” he murmurs.

“Happy New Year. You have snow on your eyelashes,” you smile, “it looks cute.”

“Yeah?”

“My turn,” Calum says tilting your face towards him. His kiss is slow and sure. “Happy New Year, love.”

“Happy New Year, honey.”

“My turn,” Ashton says.

Since they’re so tall, they can kiss right above your head. You can’t help but smile as you hear their words of love exchanged and the beginning of Auld Lang Syne echoes through the buildings.

You continued the New Year celebration in the jacuzzi, sipping on champagne, eating the chocolate covered strawberries and reminiscing the past year.

“My favorite part was getting Daisy,” Cal sighs massaging the back of your neck with his fingers.

“I loved when you visited us on tour,” Ash murmurs kissing your shoulders.

“I loved all of it, the good, the bad…because I have you two,” you say.

You finish watching Meet Me in St. Louis in the large bed with your two loves beside you, the perfect start of a new year.

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[kaahmbem]

my experience in fields of mistria so far

[scrumptiousfoxglitter]

Shout-out to all my sad gays.

Shout-out to every lesbian not from Lesbos.

Shout-out to all my bi's who are just one person.

Shout-out to all my pans who prefer to hit people with pots.

Shout-out to all my polys who are one sided.

Shout-out to all my average omnis.

Shout-out to all my aros who can barely use a nerf gun, let alone a bow.

Shout-out to all my aces who aren't athletic.

Shout-out to all my trans folk who need to get something off their chest (or don't, shout-out to y'all too).

Shout-out to all my grays who are multicolored.

Shout-out to all my demis that are whole.

Shout out to all my aspecs that are part of absolutely nothing.

Shout-out out to all my unlabeled folks who are limited by their lack of motivation.

Shout-out to all my apls with food allergies.

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Shout-out to all my heteros that are carbon copies of another hetero.

Shout-out to all my cats.

(edit) So, this ended up way more popular than I anticipated. So, here's a few more, and they're all equally bad, as you'd expect.

Shout-out to all my xenos that're native to their countries.

Shout-out to all my cis comrades that are a part of the opposition.

Shout-out to all the external Indigiqueers (this only makes sense if you know the etymology for indigenous that's my bad)

And of course,

[tojisun]

simon’s so possessive :(( so naturally he had to show some pictures you two took to his squad. just, y’know, to stake his claim.

(you two know he’s got the exhibitionist streak in him since the first time you two fucked in his car, in an empty parking lot, and he came within the first few minutes. it was so sudden, so intense, that simon had to resort to fingering you because he’s gotten so sensitive that a next round wasn’t even an option. you tease him about it constantly, only to end up on your knees as simon fucks the giggles out of you.)

the pictures start off ‘simple’—shots of your tits in one of his favourite set of lingerie, with his cum staining your chin while pools of it build up along your cleavage; or of simon’s hand loosely wrapped around your neck, your supple skin a beautiful contrast underneath his expanse of scars and tattoos.

the recent one is this: simon’s sitting in front of the mirror, his bulk covered by your body. you’re facing away from the camera, something johnny loudly complained about of course, but you’re bare. you’re stripped naked and stuffed with his cock, and the insinuation was enough to silence their grumbles.

his squad sees everything that simon allows them to see—the plane of your spine to the globes of your ass—and then, they break.

pitiful pleas spilling, filling up simon’s inbox. even price seemed to have trouble with hiding the tides of his own desire, and, well, is that not something?

(you and simon indulge them, of course. the pictures become more bold, more revealing, until simon’s got them adjusting themselves from underneath their slacks when he shows them a little slip of a video.

it’s not even that conspicuous; it’s just simon’s hand squeezing the pudge of your belly. but the pose, the angle—it’s what made their breaths run ragged. the way simon’s hand is tilted just enough to make it look like he’s fully covering your groin, leaving them nothing to salivate over but the stretch of your skin and the softness of your fat.

it’s not like that wasn’t enough, not when it even had price calling off their briefing and rescheduling it later in the afternoon instead because none of them could focus.

simon devours the sight they make, all reduced by you, unable to even deny how much pleasure he’s gaining from this. he licks the backs of his teeth and sends you a short message.

“want to make a film for them?”

not even a minute passed by before your reply came in.

“i thought you’ll never ask.”

simon can’t even stop the bark of laughter that tumbles from his throat, his eyes glinting with deep interest.

he knows just what to make you wear for that film.)

(it’s price’s boonie, one he snagged from their captain’s office.)

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Fic Idea where Fiddleford helps Stan rebuild the portal, but Stan finds out that Fiddleford has a wife and he's like

"You have a WIFE?? That DIDN'T marry you to steal your car and money???? What are you DOING here???"

"Yeah, well.... She's better off thinking I'm dead somewhere....."

"A WIFE. That LOVES you. Get outta here and go explain yourself, Idiot!!"

"She and our son shouldn't have to deal with--"

"YOUR SON???!!?!!??"

Anyways, so Stan helps Fiddleford reach out and explain himself to his wife, but expresses that he wants to keep being in Gravity Falls, so his wife and kid go to live with them in The Shack instead.

Blah blah blah, bonding happens, Stan bags Fiddleford AND his wife and becomes a step dad, God bless 🙏

[sunnymainecoonx]

SOMETIMES Nightmare needs to indulge them in their mortal needs... to keep them functioning yk. But yk to be as lazy as possible just have them sleep together..