Currently questioning my gender. Boy or girl or something in between... idk-

Also- Agatha's name has changed to Jules. One: cause of my friends and two: because the principal from Matilda is named Agatha and... no.

Good morning, friends!

I started watching "Steven Universe" agian. I forgot how much I love Garnet. Her singing the alto for the intro - *chefs kiss*. I just got to the giant women episode. Literally my favorite ever. The song - it brings my heart so much joy. I've never watched this show all the way through so I wanted to try!

I currently have a lil crush on someone (a woman!!) but SHUSH *smacks index fingey over your lips* don't tell- heh heh

I'm thinking about writing some thangs that aren't for the "Power Poly" universe... maybe some fanfictions. Any ideas? If not I'm gonna write like "Criminal Minds" or "Supernatural".

*cartwheels for dramatic effect*

A big smut-

Summary - sequel to "Rules, Rules, Rules"

Warnings - smut, porn no plot, dildo use, threesome, gn! character, poly! relationship, overstimulation, hardcore smut, two subs one dom, queer love, p in v

Words - 2037

Francis is squished; squished between the soft skin of her girlfriend’s thighs. She has a tight, almost bruising, grip on Emily’s hips keeping her from wiggling away from her tongue. Her tongue which is working wonders on Emily’s sopping core. 

There are no thoughts in Emily’s mind as she struggles to take what her girlfriend is giving her. Her hands clench the bedsheets and pull at Francis’ hair. Emily’s eyes are squeezed shut; her head thrown back on the fluffy pillow below her. 

Agatha is laying beside Emily on their shared bed. Unlike Emily, Agatha is not feeling mindblowing pleasure. Agatha is only feeling the friction that their own thighs can conjure with their rubbing… which isn’t much at all. They had stopped whining for attention after Emily’s second orgasm and resorted to silently crying.

There’s not enough. Agatha needs more. They are burning for more, but they won’t be getting it anytime soon because they were being punished. They had broken a rule and they were now paying the price.

“Fuck, Frans,” Emily’s wet whimper didn’t do anything to quench the evergrowing thirst Agatha had growing for any type of touch. It only made them tug at their arm restraints in a futile attempt to touch themself. 

Agatha let out a desperate sob that had Francis lifting her dripping chin from between Emily’s thighs.

“Color, Ags?” Francis’ face showed concern, but she didn’t move from the bottom of the bed. She didn’t plan on touching Agatha anytime soon unless their partner used the safeword.

“Green! Ah, please!” At those words, Francis’ concern was gone and she went back to lapping at Emily’s folds. 

Agatha knew that this was nowhere near over, but they didn’t want this to end. Sure, they wanted to be touched. Really, really bad, but with how turned on they were, they could come in a few minutes without any assistance. Plus, they did break a rule and Agatha definitely doesn’t mind being punished.

“Agatha,” Emily moaned. Agatha turned their head to see their girlfriend, sweaty and panting, looking at them with clouded, brown eyes, “I’m gonna - fuck - I’m gonna cum and then I’m gonna ride your - ah - face. Okay, sweety?” Agatha’s mouth waters at the thought as they nod.

“You gonna cum for me, beautiful? Gonna fill my mouth with your sweet taste?” Francis asks Emily in between her sucking and licking on the latters bud. Agatha sees Emily try to respond, but she cuts herself off with a loud cry of pleasure. They don’t have to glance down to know that Francis has finally started using her fingers.

Neither Agatha nor Emily know the secret of Francis’ fingers. They don’t look all that out of the ordinary, no slightly protruding veins or obvious muscles, but she sure knows how to maneuver them. She scissors, twists, curls, and pushes to such perfection that you don’t even know what hit you until it’s already over.

And that’s exactly what happens to Emily. One moment she’s coherent enough to tell Agatha to ready themselves to be suffocated and the next Emily’s pushing off the bed so hard that her back is a flawless arch. 

“Fuuuuck! Ah, Francis, yesss!” Emily screams her girlfriend’s name as her orgasm rolls through her. 

Francis is in heaven. Even though she is not the one cumming, tasting either of her partners’ sweetness is equal to cumming in her eyes. Francis has her eyes closed and is moaning and groaning as loud as Emily while her mouth sucks and her fingers push Emily farther over the edge.

With the sounds filling their ears, Agatha almost releases with the mediocre stimuli from their rubbing legs. Almost. The knot in their belly is wound so tight - just a little more and they could be screaming along with Emily.

“Mm, such sweet nectar for me, gorgeous,” Francis says, finally popping off of Emily’s swollen clit. She slowly makes her way up her girlfriend’s body, kissing and sucking and biting all the way to Emily’s mouth. Agatha could only watch as Emily received a free sample of her sweet juice straight from Francis’ lips. 

“Francis… Em, please!” Agatha begged. Their core had gone untouched for way too long. They felt like they were going to explode! All they wanted was someone to touch them. It didn’t even have to be between their legs, just - anywhere!

“Think they’ve learned their lesson, Em?” Francis cocked her head to the side with a smirk.

“No,” Emily stated. Agatha sobbed, “But I want to ride their face, so… Agatha has learned.”

Francis chuckled and pokes her girlfriend’s nose, “Gosh, Emily! You’ve gone soft.”

“I’m just horny. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get into position.” Agatha’s tears finally come to a stop as they grin up at Emily’s approaching body. They loved being used, especially by Emily. They opened their mouth as Emily hovered on top of their form.

“Agatha, sunshine, you make Emily feel good and I’ll do the same for you, okay?” 

“Oka-” Agatha was cut off by Emily resting her pussy on their face. 

“Oh, by the way,” Francis seemed farther away than earlier, but they weren’t sure if that was because they were on Planet Puthay or because she had actually moved, “If you stop that pretty, little tongue, I’ll stop too. ‘Kay?” 

Agatha could only moan in response which elicited a whine from the girl on top of them. They started working their tongue as best as they could with their arm restraints still intact. They were nervous that there wouldn’t be enough pressure for Emily’s taste without the use of their arms to pull her hips downward, but Emily seemed exceedingly satisfied.

Agatha had completely forgotten about their own need until they felt something cold drip down onto their entrance. Francis’ fingers came to rub circles around their clit and they almost stopped their ministrations on Emily before they remembered what Francis said. Agatha let out a moan as their girlfriend’s fingers penetrated their core; a moan that was felt in Emily’s pussy. The girl shuddered and rocked faster on her partner's face.

“Be good for me, Ags,” They could barely register what their girlfriend had said before they felt Francis’ fingers exit their hole and a much bigger something push in. Agatha sucked even harder on Emily’s clit in response and Emily had to hold the headboard to stay up straight. 

Agatha knew it was their favorite 9-inch rainbow dildo. They hadn’t been properly stretched, but the burn was so good. All Agatha could do was moan into their girlfriend’s pussy and buck their hips deeper onto their toy. 

Agatha was getting so close. They could feel the knot about to snap and they wrapped their legs around Francis’ hips, trying to keep her as deep as possible. Francis could barely move with Agatha’s legs squeezing hers and with how tight her partner's core was. 

“You close, baby?” Agatha let out a pleasured sob in response, “Yeah, I know you are, sunshine. You’re squeezing my cock so tight.”

Agatha let out a loud whine that had Emily rocking harder against their face. 

Agatha was in heaven. With Emily now sloppily rocking on their face, Agatha was covered in their girlfriend’s juices from nose to chin. Not only that but, they couldn’t even describe the pleasure they were feeling from Francis’ cock. They had taken this certain toy before, but with Agatha’s denied orgasms and them being horny for such a long period of time, they felt as if they had exceeded Cloud Nine.

“...Fran - gonna cum,” Agatha moaned, “Please let me cum! Please!”

Francis smiled down at her partner, “Just keep pleasuring Emily, baby. You can cum when she does,” Francis then looked up at Emily's face. Her eyes were screwed shut and her grinding on Agatha’s face stuttered, “Which won’t be long.”

Emily proved just how right Francis was with a groan so loud that Agatha could feel it through their girlfriend’s pussy. Emily shook and moaned her partner’s names as her cum gushed into Agatha’s waiting mouth. 

“Did so - fuck - good for me, baby.” Emily whimpered.

That bit of praise had Agatha falling over the edge shortly after their girlfriend. Instead of screaming out, they only sucked harder on Emily's clit to ensure she could ride out her orgasm just as Agatha was. Francis’ movements had never stopped in Agatha’s cunt, they were now slow and deep. So, so deep. The dildo hit their g-spot every. Single. Time.

After Emily stopped cumming, she lifted off of Agatha’s face and kissed their lips. Their lips that were sopping with her juices. Agatha kissed back, pushing their tongue into their girlfriend’s mouth so Emily could taste her own release. Francis had finally pulled out of Agatha’s dripping slit causing her partner to let out a muted mewl.

“Ah!” Agatha cried, feeling their pussy being licked by Francis’ tongue. It was almost too much for them.

“Just gotta,” Lick, “Clean my little sunshine up.” 

“Francis-” Agatha whined.

“All done!” Francis said, pulling her head from between their partner’s legs. She then got off their shared bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up the mess on her dick.

Emily straddled Agatha’s waist as she placed soft kisses all over their face. Emily was feeling euphoric; she wanted to share that feeling with the person who had just made her have one of her top ten most intense orgasms.

“You were so good for us, baby,” Emily murmured while still kissing every inch of her partner’s face. Agatha could only smile. They were exhausted. Agatha went to hold Emily’s face when they realized that their arms were still bound.

“Em?” Agatha started.

“Hm?”

“Could you, uh, get me out of these handcuffs?” Emily stopped smothering their partner to look up at Agatha’s hands still cuffed to the headboard. A rare snicker left Emily’s mouth.

“Yeah, hold on,” Emily leans over to the nightstand to grab the key, “There.”

Now that Agatha’s hands were free, they immediately started rubbing their wrists. Yes, they could have stopped pulling on their restraints to prevent their wrists from bruising, but if Agatha had the willpower to do that, their girlfriends were doing something wrong.

Emily had been laying on Agatha’s breasts for a few minutes before Francis reentered the room. She had salve for Agatha’s wrists and the now clean 9-inch dildo thrown over her shoulder. 

“Em,” Francis called, tossing the salve to Emily so she could start applying it. Francis then stripped out of her sweaty sports bra and threw on one of her homemade tie-dye shirts before climbing into bed with her partners.

When Francis was securely nestled in the crook of her partner’s neck, Agatha spoke up, “I’m sorry, guys. I shouldn’t have touched myself without your permission.”

“Damn right you shouldn’t have,” Francis replied, nibbling on Agatha’s shoulder.

“I don’t like that you went against the rules, but it ended pretty well for me,” Emily stated, rubbing her face into Agatha’s boobs.

“Em, you’ve gone soft,” Francis teased.

“...I was never hard?”

Agatha giggled, “You just gotta make it weird, sweetheart,” Francis groaned.

“I don’t understand,” Emily began, “How did I-”

“Shhhh, Em. I’m tired and my hips are sore. If I remember, I’ll tell you in the morning,” Francis groaned.

“I won’t remember,” Emily said as Agatha finger-combed her hair in comfort.

“Thata girl,” Francis sleepily smiled, “Love y’all.”

“Love you too, my pretty girlfriends,” Agatha responded, letting out a tired yawn.

“... I love you, Francis and Agatha,” Emily declared, snuggling deeper into Agatha’s breasts.

“If I wasn’t this damn tired… I would yell at you for being so formal,” Francis whispered, “We’ve been dating for… 6 years.”

No one responded to Francis’ final jab. The throuples apartment had fallen silent with all of its residents off in dreamland. Not one of them was under the covers, their mostly naked bodies being the only form of warmth for each other.

Agatha had claimed that they would never pull a stunt like this again, but that wasn’t true. In the end, Agatha sometimes yearned for their punishment.

A "Power Polys" drabble-

Summary - Emily is very excited for Disney night. Her partners? Not so much.

Warnings - poly! relationship, gn! character, Disney movies, confusion, subtle mentions of OCD, fluff

Words - 531

Emily walked home with a pep in her step. Even though her feet hurt like no one’s business from dancing for hours, she was excited because today was Disney night. She and her partners would sit on their living room couch and watch any movie that Emily wanted.

If you didn’t catch on already, Emily really loved Disney movies. Anything Disney, really. She would cut her sandwiches into the shapes of her favorite Disney characters, she had “Chicken Little” and “Big Hero Six” stickers all over her laptop, and she made sure to reference Disney at least once a day. She had to, but this was one of her little habits that she didn’t mind.

“We are watching “The Good Dinosaur”,” Emily told her partners as she sat on the couch. She repositioned her fluffy blanket once, then twice. Then once more for good measure.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Francis’ southern drawl drifted from the kitchen.

“Didn’t we watch-” Agatha started.

“I know,” Francis interrupted, “At least this one won’t make my ears bleed.”

Emily knew her partners didn’t like Disney cartoons to the extent that she did. She knew they were only watching them for her, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for making Francis’ ears bleed. She hadn’t even noticed!

Francis and Agatha crowded on the couch on either side of Emily, popcorn and other little snacks in hand. 

“Agatha… Francis, you don’t have to watch “The Good Dinosaur” with me. I understand if your ears haven’t recovered,” Emily turned to her blonde-haired girlfriend, “Especially you, Francis. How come you didn’t tell me your ears had bled?”

Francis looked confused as Emily prodded at her ears. What in the world was she talking about? It was then, with a quick glance at her partner giggling behind Emily that Francis realized that Emily had overheard her conversation in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, my ears didn’t actually bleed.” 

Emily was confused, “I don’t understand.”

“My ears didn’t bleed, baby. It was just a figure of speech. Some of the movies you watch, we’ve watched thousands of times with you, and I could hear some of those soundtracks in my sleep… still can.” Agatha giggled louder.

“That doesn’t mean we want to stop having Disney night with you. Right, Agatha?”

Agatha was still cackling, “Yeah, yeah…”

Francis shot her partner ‘the look’. Emily was still extremely confused but figured if she just stayed quiet, she would figure it out soon enough.

“What I mean to say,” Agatha started, “Is that we will gladly watch “The Good Dinosaur” with you - and any other cartoon you want to watch. We don’t care as long as you’re happy and we get to hang out with you.”

Emily smiled. Her partners were the best she could ask for. They really thought that them not wanting to watch Disney with her was going to make them upset. Francis even had to resort to using a morbid figure of speech that Emily still didn’t understand. In all honesty, Emily would gladly watch Disney all by herself, but she appreciated their compassion.

“Okay,” Emily said grabbing some of Francis’ popcorn, “Silence yourselves so we can get this movie started.”

❗SPOILERS FOR GREYS ANATOMY❗

Lexi my pride and joy. My FAVORITE CHARACTER - has died. I - can't even process this. I cried and my mom said I was having a nervous breakdown and that's when I realized... I COULDN'T BREATH BECAUSE SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTER HAD DIED. Like, woah, coro-chan calm down. And then I realized that I'm gonna be the type of person that cries over fictional characters - while my partner is right next to me in the bed. Confused af. So shout out to my future partner.

LEXI DIEDDDDD. NOOOOOO. AHHHHHHHHH. I am now off the watch Philza cause he makes the pain go away. We gotta love the straight white guy that plays video games being your comfort.

Yippee.

If you so me at school tomorrow... no you don't. I'm only a ghost of my former self. Ignore me cause I will be sad and a Debbie downer.

Yay.

I feel Bonita.

Pog.

Slay boss.

ALSO... since my heart is simply out of my body rn - I can write angst... or maybe the short story I'm gonna be graded on.

Cause why not-

Been working on little blurbs for the "Power Polys". I have a bunch of them but this is the one I decided to publish first-

Summary - Agatha doesn't wait for their girlfriends to play with their new toy.

Warnings - smut, porn with plot, gn! character, poly! relationship, brat behavior, Francis being hot, lil bit of choking, use of vibrator

Words - 769

Agatha was itching to get home. They had had the greatest day in the world. So many good things happened to them! Well… maybe just one thing. Their package finally arrived. They had caught a glimpse of their name on a box on the counter and they never order anything so they knew exactly what it was. 

Their new vibrator.

It was supposed to be revolutionary. The best thing to ever grace their body, and the ratings most definitely reflected that. They couldn’t wait to use it. They were so excited that they didn’t care about the “no pleasuring yourself without one of your girlfriend’s permission” rule. 

Agatha glanced at their phone’s clock once more and decided taking the day off one minute early wouldn’t be that big of a deal. 

When they got home to an empty apartment, they weren’t upset. They were elated. They knew they didn’t have much time to play around with their new toy before their girlfriends came home, but part of them wanted to get caught. They wanted to feel that rush of excitement and fear when Emily came into the room and her eyes immediately darkened. Or when Francis opened the door and her face pulled an expression that only meant, “you’re in danger!”. 

Agatha rushed into their bedroom, vibrator package in hand, and shut the door. They tore open the delivery box to reveal the bright pink vibrator that they had waited two whole weeks for. It didn’t take them long to be spread out on their bedsheets, the pretty pink toy between their legs. 

They had their head thrown back and their toes curled tight. Their left hand squeezed and massaged their upper torso and their right hand kept the vibrations going steady on their center. The reviews were very true. This is the best they’ve ever felt with a toy. 

Agatha heard the front door open and the dangle of keys. Then they heard the sounds of two pairs of feet coming towards the bedroom door. Agatha knew they were going to be in trouble, but they pressed the toy harder into their clit. The door was locked, they had time.

“Feels so good!” They moaned out so their girlfriends could hear. They continued riding on their pink pleasurer as they listened to the doorknob jangle… then the rush of footsteps into the kitchen to find the key. 

“Agatha, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing,” Francis’ voice sounded from the hallway. Agatha only moaned louder and smiled when they heard Francis yell for Emily to find the key quicker.

“Ah, Fran, I’m gonna-”

“You better not-” 

They did. Francis and Emily got the door open just in time to see Agatha’s blissed-out face. Agatha really tried their best to keep their eyes open, but it really was just too good. They click off their vibrator and toss it to the side.

They opened their eyes to Francis’ nose touching theirs and a lot less oxygen flowing to their brain.

“You thought that was fucking cute, sunshine?” Agatha could only smirk. 

“I don’t think Francis found that very funny, Ags,” Emily stated.

“No. No, she really didn’t,” Francis’ hand loosens its grip on Agatha’s throat, “I thought you were gonna be good for me?”

“I’m sorry, Fran-”

“You’re not sorry. You’re smirking like the Grinch who stole Christmas,” Francis moves to straddle Agatha’s lap. She caresses Agatha’s body from breasts to hips, enamored by the softness of their skin. Agatha thought they were gonna get what they wanted.

Suddenly, Francis’ hands stop their movements, “You wanted someone to touch you, sweetheart? Is that what this is about?” Agatha shakes their head in agreement. Even if they were to get punished, which they will, they’ll still be getting touched by their girlfriends.

Francis lifts herself off of her partner and motions for Emily to come over from where she was stood watching in the doorway. When Emily gets within arms reach of Francis, the latter pulls the girl into a searing kiss. 

“Fran-” Agatha whined.

“No,” Francis pulled away from Emily’s lips, “You would have had both of our lovin’ if you had been patient and waited for us to come home… but you didn’t,” she pauses and wraps a strand of Emily’s hair around her finger, “Since you wanted to be touched so bad that you blatantly disobeyed our rules, you can just watch.”

“No! Francis, I’m sorry please-” But the girl had already gone back to pressing her lips to Emily’s, and Agatha knew not to push it. They were already in for a long night.

Made the backstory of Emily. I want all 3 of the polys to have some sort of trauma in their past cause... why not!

Summary - Emily's past, starring Mr Bentle.

Warnings - sexual assault, homophobia, pedophilia, recovering rape victim, poly! relationship, gn! character, metions of being a stripper, crying, angst, a bit of fluff at the end, child neglect

Words - 1408

When I was a child, everyone thought something was wrong with me. They thought it was weird that I told adults that their jokes weren’t funny, when I didn’t smile, and for having little to no interest in boys. 

In my small hometown in the mostly barren North Dakota, everyone knew me as the town weirdo. I didn’t really mind. I didn’t care when the girls called me names and wrote stuff on my locker. I ignored the silence that would ensue every time I would walk into a room. 

That was all before I had come out as pansexual. After, it wasn’t just teenagers that bullied me. I had grown men and women calling me slurs on the daily. My teachers would completely ignore me. And my parents? They didn’t want to have anything to do with me. To them, I was a fuck up. A mistake that they tried to erase.

The only person that really seemed to care was my dance teacher. Mr. Bentle was the first person I came out to, and he took it in stride. Unlike all of my other relationships, nothing really changed between Mr. Bentle and me… or at least I had thought so.

~

“Emily, you’ve done this routine thousands of times. What’s going on with you today?” Nothing was wrong. I just happened to have a medium-sized laceration on my foot that might have been affecting my movement. It seemed when I left my dance bag at school this Wednesday, someone slipped something sharp into my shoes.

“I apologize, Mr. Bentle. I-” Before I knew it, Mr. Bentle had stridden across the room. His warm breath tickled my neck as he repositioned my arm from behind.

“Like this, Em,” It took him a little longer than usual to back away from my form, “Let’s try to keep that arm there, yes? Again!”

~

That was only the beginning. His lingering touches turned to caresses and then something different altogether. Me being me, I didn’t realize what he was doing. I merely thought he was being kind; it’s not like I had anything to compare it to. When he would invite me over to his house to “hang out”, I thought the touching was normal. I didn’t particularly like it but, he was the only one who cared for me.

Soon, my dance classes turned into inappropriate sessions with Mr. Bentle. This is when I started to realize that something had to change. I love dancing. I’ve been dancing since I could stand up on my own, so I wasn’t fond of losing this time to do my only passion. 

I know now that it wasn’t a good idea, but I asked Mr. Bentle to stop with the caresses and heavy petting. Maybe I should have asked for help, but who would have helped me? Plus, I thought he would have just stopped if I told him I was uncomfortable because I thought he cared.

~

I have no nerves as I walk into Mr. Bentle’s studio. What’s there to be nervous about? This is going to go just how I planned it; I’ll ask Mr. Bentle to resume my lessons and we’ll get on with it. 

“Mr. Bentle,” I start when I see him already sitting toward the back of the studio, “can we please talk?” Mr. Bentle smiles and pats the spot beside him. I sit down and his hand gravities to my thigh. He gives it a gentle squeeze and looks me in the eye.

“What’s going on?” His face is open and nurturing. It almost distracts me from the feeling of his hand drawing higher on my leg.

“I would like to continue my dance lessons, sir,” his grip tightens on my thigh, “I understand that you care for me and I like you too, but I like dancing more than anything. I would rather do that than just hanging out.” His face is no longer open and kind. It is now filled with malice and indignation. I don’t understand why.

“You wanna break up with me?” He sneered.

I was confused, “Since when were we dating?” That made him angrier. The hand that didn’t have my thigh in a death grib went to my upper arm. He wasn’t gentle. I knew it was going to brusie, so I tried to pull away.

“Stay still, bitch,” he spat, “You wound me. After all I’ve done for you, you don’t want to be with me?”

My back touched the seat of the couch as he towered over me. For the first time since I started classes with him, I was scared of him. I’m never scared of anyone. It’s one of my odd traits, I didn’t feel as much as other people did; however, my instincts decided now was the right time to have fear kick in.

His hand traveled up my stomach and onto my chest, “W-what are you doing?” He huffed in annoyance. My heart felt as if it was going to beat out of my chest and I struggled to breathe. I wasn’t sure if my breath stuttered because of my fear or Mr. Bentle’s hands groping on my chest. 

“Just stay quiet. We’ll call this a little apology for breaking up with me.”

~

Anyone with common sense should know what occured in Mr. Bentle’s studio that day. When I had gotten home later at night, my parents had scolded me for staying out past my curfew. They had no idea that it wasn’t my fault at all. 

I went on with my life like normal after that, except without any dance classes. I took it upon myself to dance on my own. You couldn’t really tell I had been raped. The only sign was that I stopped doing ballet, the dance style Mr. Bentle had taught me. It made me sick to even look at the photos of me in my tu-tu that were scattered around my room.

When I turned 18, I left the small, confining town of North Dakota. I didn’t turn back and I never will. I grew to realize through my friends and partners that there was nothing there for me anymore. I’m not sure if there was ever anything there for me.

I turned away from classic dance entirely and started doing a more… provocative type of dance. It helped me release anger and sadness that I never knew I had and the sway of my hips and the cold touch of the pole made me feel free. It was the opposite of the seering hot touch of Mr. Bentle’s hands.

Being with Agatha and Francis, I’ve become more in touch with how I’m feeling. I know how to identify when I’m sad or angry, and if I’m paying attention, I can pick those feelings up on other people. I’m still blunt and straightforward. Francis said I should never get rid of this trait because she loves seeing me piss people off. Agatha needs that kind of straightoforwardness because they hate reading inbetween the lines.

Do my partners know what happened to me? They know to an extent. They know were I grew up and how I was treated… and they know of Mr. Bentle. They don’t know what he did; they both assume it was some popular upperclassmen, and I don’t plan on telling them it was him. Even though he did something terrible to me, I won’t ignore the fact that he opened me up to a whole new world of something I still love dearly; dancing. He encouraged me to dance even when my parents refused to pay for it, and even if that was for some malicious reason, I won’t let myself forget that. 

I will never thank him or be thankful to him. I will never put his name in a positive light and I avoid talking about him in general. He hurt me. Me, only 15 and him the age of 34. I won’t forgive him, but I’ll never forget him.

“Em, you can still come to dinner, right?” Francis called from their shared bedroom. Emily was sat in the living room and was staring down at her paper with a blank face.

“Emily?” Agatha lifted Emily’s face and wiped away tears she hadn’t known were there, “Are you okay?”

“I-” she paused, thoughts going back to the studio. The sizzling hot heat of his hands. Him, “I’ve let him go.”

“Who?”

“Mr. Bentle.”

Omgoodness, I'm back for the third day in a row. I wrote another drabble for the same OC's from last time. I think I might make this a little drabble series called "The Power Polys"... titles still a work-in-progress.

Summary - Agatha has a bad day. Their girlfriends are there to help them.

Warnings - poly! relationship, queer relationship, gn! character, metions of ultra gold monster energy drinks, fake guns (pfft-), crying, comfort blanket, metions of the menace Killua, cuddles, Mickey Mouse, Freddie Mercury, fluff, crackhead convos

Words - 1285

It seemed that Agatha had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. The moment they had dragged themselves from under the covers, they felt like something was off. They knew today was going to be a bad day.

Agatha hated thinking so negatively. They were usually the most positive out of all of their partners, but they couldn’t shake this feeling. First, it started off with forgetfulness. Agatha had to practically rush out of the door because they had forgotten to brush their teeth, then they had to go back to put on deodorant, and they were about to turn around to get kisses from their girlfriends but thought against it. They were pretty stressed out and could have used the love, but they didn’t want to transfer that stress to their lovers.

Then came the fidgeting. Now, Agatha was no stranger when it came to this. They fidgeted all of the time, but today was so bad. So bad, in fact, that multiple customers had asked if they had been on something. They had not been, but they couldn’t stop. Their Hot Topic badge had been rotated around their neck millions of times, their cheap rings were turning their fingers black from how much they had been twisting them, and all of the shirts in the store had been folded to such perfection, but Agatha couldn’t help but fold them again and again. 

It had been the 5th time around the store re-folding clothes that Francis came in. They had planned to have lunch together and Agatha had completely forgotten. They apologized profusely while also trying to play off their panic to not freak out their girlfriend. 

“No need to apologize, baby,” Francis had cooed while taking a sip of her ultra gold monster energy drink, “You still fine with our usual spot?” Then they had been off to the quaint cafe near the mall. Agatha’s mind was still reeling though. It took them so long to order that Francis had to take over, then they had almost cried when their usual order was not what they wanted. They were too busy looking down at the table to see Francis looking at them in concern.

When they got back to work and it took 5 minutes for anyone to catch their attention, their coworker, Annabelle, suggested that Agatha should go home. They almost exploded on the poor girl when all she wanted to do was help. 

They did end up taking the advice. It would not have been ideal if the manager started screaming at customers for no reason. It didn’t make it less demoralizing to walk out of the store as if they had been fired, and then come home to an empty house. 

All Agatha wanted was their girlfriends' attention. They hadn’t eaten anything since last night since they had to hurry out the door and because they couldn’t stand the sight of their English muffin at the cafe. They had felt rushed all day and it wasn’t doing anything for their anxiety. 

They tried to do what usually helped them calm down, sewing random patches on their old jean jacket. The Killua patch they were trying to put on just wouldn’t cooperate making them even more worked up.

So, this left them with their last option. Crying their eyes out under their comfort Freddie Mercury blanket. They knew the minute either of their girlfriends saw the blanket out, they would know something was wrong, but that didn’t concern them. Something was wrong. 

They cried for what felt like hours but was only about 30 minutes before they heard the bedroom door open through their sniffles. They felt the bed sink before the soft voice of their partner floated into their ears.

“You’ll suffocate under all of those blankets,” Emily had stated bluntly. She was never all that good at comfort if it wasn’t aftercare, but even her rigid words were better than being alone right now.

Peeking their face out of the covers, Agatha huffed, “Bad day,” they murmured. 

“I know. Francis called a code red. I thought she was overreacting, but she’s obviously better at seeing these things than me.” Agatha felt their lips twitch at the thought of Francis picking up on their mood. 

“Where is she?” 

“Got caught up doing a cringey lion mural on some Chad’s back,” Agatha giggled at this, “There’s my sunshine. What’s gotten you so sad?”

They shrugged.

“Anything I can do to help?” Emily quirked an eyebrow in mock seduction, knowing now was not the time. Agatha let out a huff of amusement before lifting their arms from under the blanket to make grabby hands, “Cuddles it is then.”

Emily moved to get under the Freddie Mercury blanket, tangling her legs with theirs.

A couple of minutes go by before Emily breaks the silence, “Francis and I missed you this morning.”

“Was in a rush,” Agatha replies with their cheek pressed against Emily’s chest, “Mind was all over the place.”

“Oh. That’s kinda what Francis said. This making you feel a little better?”

“Lot better,” Agatha whispered. At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open once more. In the doorway, Francis stood looking a bit disheveled. She held her 7th ultra gold monster energy drink for the day, already empty. When she spotted her partners in bed together and then saw Agatha’s comfort blanket, she tossed the golden can in the trash, which she would later retrieve for her ultra gold monster gun she was building, and rushed over.

“You okay, baby? I’m so sorry I took that long. I was tatting this-”

“Cringey lion mural. I know,” Agatha interrupted while patting the empty spot on the bed. Francis still looked slightly worried but after she had a quick, silent conversation over Agatha’s head with Emily, Francis finally laid down.

“Did you eat, lovely?” Francis asked while stroking Agatha’s head. They shook their head and Francis went to get up again.

“I got it,” Emily said, shifting Agatha’s head onto Francis’ chest. The minute the door closed shut, Francis looked down at her partner curled in her lap.

“You could’ve told me you know,” her voice was soft, “I wouldn't have hesitated to help.”

“Didn’t really know what was going on until later. Didn’t wanna worry you over nothin’,” Francis gently lifted Agatha’s face to look up at hers.

“I don’t care if it was nothing. I love you and I’m gonna worry about you either way, so you might as well tell me when something’s wrong. Remember, baby? Our little talk about that thing that’s almost as sexy as you?” Francis started doing jazz hands, “Communication. Wow, oh my goodness. Who would’ve thought!” Francis said in a teasing tone. Agatha sank their face into her chest to hide their laughter.

“Promise you’ll tell one of your wonderful girlfriends next time?” Francis’ hazel eyes had a seriousness that was usually absent. She ran her fingers down Agatha’s back for their comfort and her own.

“I promise,” Agatha said, pulling their worried girlfriend closer.

Francis visually relaxed, putting a kiss on her partner's cheek. The door opened for the last time that evening and Emily came in with a tray of Agatha’s favorite sandwiches. 

“Emily… you did not make these all shaped like Mickey Mouse.” Agatha failed to hold back their snort which cued Emily to attempt to do the Mickey Mouse laugh; it went poorly. 

“You’re a fucking child, Em,” Francis mocked, mouth full of a Mickey Mouse bologna sandwich.

“I’m your child.”

“...ew, Em.” Agatha just sat and watched their partners banter, happy that they could spend the end of their bad day with the two people they loved most.

an: my mom's been asking to read the stuff I write- I write smut and gay things. She's not homophobic or anything but it's still uncomfy yk? And I am NOT showing her my smut. It circulating around my school is more than enough for me-

I have written a small drabble that fills my gay heart with joy-

Summary - Emily spends time with her partners before work.

Warnings - soft smut, poly relationship, queer relationship, talk of female anatomy, gn! character, kinda cringe

Words - 539

“Baby-” Agatha moaned. They were currently being teased relentlessly by their girlfriend. Emily sucked and bit at the soft skin of Agatha’s throat while perched on top of their lap. With Emily’s never-ending horniness, situations like this happened regularly. Not that Agatha minded. They loved the soft and sometimes firm touches of their girlfriend.

Emily’s hands traveled from Agatha’s face and down to their chest. She gently squeezed the soft cushioning there eliciting a moan from her partner. Emily loved Agatha’s breasts and was glad that they loved them as well. She would often find herself falling asleep on them, unconsciously touching them or… sucking them; the nipple piercings tasting like a penny in her mouth.

“Ah, please, Em-” Agatha uttered, completely blissed out. Emily was so focused on finally giving her lover the satisfaction that they desired that neither of them heard the door open.

“Hello, hello, hello my pretties,” Francis sang as she entered the room. Upon seeing her partners panting on top of each other, she smirked, “Having fun without me?”

Getting over her initial shock from the sudden intrusion, Emily went back to pleasing the person under her; however, Agatha still had their eyes locked on their second girlfriend and let out an embarrassing moan when they felt Emily hit their sweet spot. Francis’ smirk only grew wider.

 “Got horny,” Emily finally replied.

Francis’ eyes went to the back of her sockets, “Darling, you’re always horny.”

“Your point being?” Francis was about to throw back a snarky reply but a low growling cut her off. Both girlfriends turned their attention to their third lover. 

Agatha hated being ignored. Especially when they were in a vulnerable state like this. With Emily’s fingers putting them on cloud nine, they wanted all of the attention. It took everything not to bite their girlfriend's shoulder. They knew Emily would hate that.

“Sorry, was I ignoring you, my love?” Emily’s grin is wide while she strokes Agatha’s cheek with her unoccupied hand. Agatha immediately leans into her touch even though they should be mad; after all, Emily was definitely ignoring them on purpose.

“Ags, you’re the handsomest person I ever done seen,” Francis coos, joining her partners on their shared bed. Agatha turns bright red and Emily just pouts, “Em, you’re not handsome… you’re downright sexy,” Francis drawls, her Southern accent thicker than it usually is.

Emily lets out of soft giggle at the praise and Agatha gets rewarded greatly for it. Agatha’s squirming for dear life under their girlfriend, so close to the edge. They let out a moan and finish when Francis connects her lips with their pierced ones. Emily gives them a soft peck on the forehead before lifting herself off of their lap. Agatha would have protested, but their mouth was currently occupied with a tongue down their throat.

“Gotta go,” Emily slips on her green converse, “I’m already 20 minutes late 'cause I couldn’t help myself. Take care of them, Fran?”

Pulling away from Agatha’s swollen lips, Francis replies, “Obviously.”

Emily is out the door not a second later. Francis goes back to kissing her partner but much softer. Both of the lovers drift off into a faraway world, their lips keeping them linked together.

Hiya! First post on Tumblr! My friend says that this app is scary but - eh - it can't be that bad... right?

Some things about me:

I'm an athlete - I do the running one 💪

I like Philza and Wilbur - other DSMP ppl r fine but I like them the most

I LOVE anime

I'm pansexual and polyamorous! Currently single and hoping for that to change... mayhaps-

I'm a foodie! You can put litterly anything in front of me and I'll eat it... not pineapple tho-

Uhhh that's all I can think of right now. I don't have any followers except one friend and... *whispers* porn stars... so this might not reach anyones eyes-

Anywho, hope I won't prove my friend right!

-Coro