#poly outsiders

⮞ Soda gets all mushy when you call him your "baby" in front of people.

⮞ Steve gets cocky—but his ears turn red every time.

⮞ You pack their lunches for work with handwritten notes and heart-shaped sandwiches and those fancy little desserts from the Soc bakery you like.

⮞ You buy them little things: cheap sunglasses you saw at the gas station, combs engraved with their initials, silver rings that match yours.

⮞ Soda’s obsessed with you brushing his hair. He lays in your lap while you do it, sighing like a pampered housecat.

⮞ Steve pretends to hate being spoiled, but you once massaged his scalp with coconut oil and now he sulks if you don’t do it weekly.

⮞ You hang around the DX sometimes just to bring them lemonade or sit on the hood of a car looking pretty and proud like a trophy wife.

⮞ Soda flirts with you even when he's drenched in sweat and elbow-deep in an engine. “Y'come to see me, gorgeous?”

⮞ Steve pretends to be annoyed. “She’s not gonna kiss you lookin’ like that, greaseball.” But he's secretly jealous and leans over just so you’ll wipe the sweat off his brow, too.

⮞ You once brought an umbrella and held it over them while they worked in the heat. The entire gang teased them mercilessly but you didn’t care. “They’ll get heatstroke if I don’t take care of them!”

⮞ Soda doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does, it hits like a storm. He gets all clingy and pouty and follows you around like a puppy that thinks it’s getting replaced.

⮞ Steve gets real quiet. He doesn’t say he’s jealous. He just starts making comments like, “That guy you were talkin’ to got a little too close, huh?”

⮞ You squash that nonsense with cuddles and “You're the only ones I want, darlings. Don’t be silly.”

⮞ You kiss Soda until he’s grinning like an idiot again.

⮞ You sit on Steve’s lap and hold his face in your hands until he softens like melted chocolate.

⮞ You're constantly reminding them: "You're my boys. Mine. No one else's." And they always answer with a "yes ma'am" in sync.

⮞ Soda sometimes feels like you’ll leave for someone more “stable,” more “put together,” someone from your world.

⮞ Steve thinks he’s too rough, too angry, too much of a screw-up to deserve a girl like you.

⮞ You crush that insecurity under your heel like a cigarette stub. “You boys ever think I want anyone else, I’ll knock your heads together,”

⮞ You’re the emotional anchor in this little poly triad. Soda talks too much, Steve doesn’t talk enough. You bridge the gap.

⮞ You encourage them to talk about their feelings, even if it takes coaxing. With you and with each other.

⮞ If they ever fight with each other, you make them sit in front of you like guilty schoolboys and talk it out.

⮞ Soda talks about marrying you and Steve. He’s serious, even if he laughs afterward. “Think the preacher’d do a two-for-one special?”

⮞ They worship you in the bedroom. Like, absolutely treat you like a godess.

⮞ There's so much praise.

⮞ You’re very giving during the day-to-day in the relationship so they make it a mission to return the favor when in the sheets;)

⮞ Sodapop is a service top with big subby energy. He loves to please, thrives on praise, and gets whiny if you tell him he's being good.

⮞ Steve is a stone switch—dominant, rough, confident, but sometimes gets so ruined by love and attention that he folds under it.

⮞ Soda is eager, enthusiastic, and completely obsessed with your pleasure. He gets off on making you feel good—like, literally, he could finish just from hearing you moan his name.

⮞ Loves when you ride him. His hands will grip your hips like a lifeline. He talks through every second, too “You feel so good, baby,” “M’not gonna last,” “Please keep goin’... please...”

⮞ Pillow princess boyfriend when he’s overwhelmed. You and Steve love taking turns teasing him. He’ll whimper, buck his hips, try to grab at you like a needy pup.

⮞ He has the hugest praise kink ever.

⮞ Neck kisses make him whimper. Ear nibbles make him moan. He’s sensitive and he loves it.

⮞ Will go down on you for hours. Literally hours. Lives between your thighs like it’s his second home.

⮞ Wears your bite marks and hickeys like badges of honor. He wants people to see them.

⮞ He lowkey has a secret breeding kink. It hits him during slow, emotional intimacy. “You’d be such a pretty mama… I’d take care of you…”

⮞ Steve’s a stone top most of the time: he likes to stay in control. He’ll grip your throat, whisper dirty things in your ear, and hold your hips just right.

⮞ But get him worked up just enough, and he’ll get subby. Especially when you and Soda team up on him.

⮞ Possessive. Will literally growl when you wear short skirts around the house.

⮞ He loves watching Soda touch you just to yank you back and say, “She’s mine too, remember that.”

⮞ Absolutely loves marking you. Bites your inner thighs. Leaves hickeys on your chest. Wants the whole world to know who you belong to.

⮞ You and Soda like to get Steve worked up. Slow. Teasing. You straddle his lap while Soda kisses down his chest, fingers playing at his belt.

⮞ You murmur sweet things in his ear while Soda sucks hickeys into his collarbone. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” Steve tries to stay stoic. Tries.

⮞ You ride his face while Soda rides his lap. Both of you whispering sweet filth. He’s losing his mind.

⮞ Soda loves being tag-teamed. He begs for it in that soft, whiny voice of his.

⮞ Steve pins him down, hands tight in his hair, whispering, “You gonna take what your girl gives you, huh?”

⮞ You ride his face while Steve holds him in place. He’s so desperate to please that he moans against you, hips bucking into nothing.

⮞ “Can we do that again tomorrow?” he mumbles into your neck. “Or now. I’m good now too.”

⮞ They get real serious when it’s about you. They work together like a team—hands, mouths, dirty words.

⮞ Steve starts slow. He kisses you deep, unbuttons your clothes like they’re a gift he’s unwrapping, calls you “his girl”.

⮞ Soda takes his time on your thighs, belly, breasts—kissing and praising. “So soft… so perfect... our little lady...”

⮞ You can’t breathe with how much attention they’re giving you. You’re crying from the intensity and they’re glowing with pride.

⮞ “You wanna be ours forever, mama?” Steve asks, deep voice rough in your ear.

⮞ “We’ll take care of you,” Soda whispers, “Give you a baby, a ring, a house. Everything.”

⮞ Afterwards, they clean you up like you’re glass—gentle touches, warm towels and soft words.