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turtletaubwrites · 4 months

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hello! i have a request if you would be willing to look into it! in chapter 10 of We’ve all Got Needs, the reader says to themself “i will just be everyone’s girlfriend, everyone’s cheerleader,” and that sentence has stayed with me since i first read it and i would love it if you could write maybe like an extension chapter that touches more on that thought? like just the reader being a people pleaser and not thinking of themself until someone gets concerned? i don’t know i just think that is such a relatable feeling for so many people, myself included, and i wish i saw it more in literature. but anyways, thank you so much for reading!

Hi, thank you for the request! And thank you, it means a lot that something I wrote stuck with you! 💜 This is short, and is basically a look at the inside of somebody's head that needs to go have a lay down and focus on themselves. It doesn't have a resolution as I wanted to keep the focus on how the reader is making excuses for her thoughts and actions. I may write a breakdown/resolution if y'all would like to see one.

This SFW one shot is not part of the poly fic We've All Got Needs story, but if it were it would take place sometime after part 10.

Everyone's Girlfriend, Everyone's Cheerleader

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1021

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Summary: You're trying to catch up on your responsibilities while balancing polyamorous relationships with the cook, the swordsman, and the archaeologist. Your friend tries to convince you to take a break, but you are too focused on keeping your partners as happy as they make you.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Mild Angst, Polyamory, Swearing, Established Relationships, People Pleasing, Some Suggestive Thoughts/Implied Intimate Memories, Reader is Not Taking Good Care of Herself, Guilt, Low Self Esteem

A/N: Please take care of yourselves, lovelies. I heavily relate to these feelings, and it's easy to make excuses. We can't be everywhere all at once, we can't be everything to everyone. Please let yourself breathe 💜

I need some new clothes.

It’s Sanji’s day today, so you pulled on a skirt, feeling a small smile form at the thought of how much he likes it when you wear them.

Taking your time getting ready, you couldn’t help but notice the tightness around your eyes.

You had a break day yesterday, but instead of catching up on sleep, you had stayed up late catching up on work.

It’s worth it.

Each step toward the galley built your smile as you thought about your three partners waiting to shower you with affection. The heavenly smell of Sanji’s cooking met you before you stepped in the door.

Passing Robin as you sat in your normal spot, you kissed her cheek, a thrill going through you at her teasing smile.

What should we do on our next date?

The urge to impress your mysterious new lover had started taking up space in your mind lately. She was hard to read, and you ached to keep her affection, to get to know her.

Then there was Zoro, who wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tight against him. Sighing into his warmth, you thought of what you’d wear during his day tomorrow.

Zoro really liked those black pants.

You felt your skin flush at the memory of how he’d pulled those pants halfway down your thighs and… And then Sanji was leaning toward you, setting down a glass of fresh squeezed tangerine juice as his eyes poured over your blushing skin.

Zoro squeezed his arm tighter around you as Sanji kissed your temple, whispering praise.

“You look gorgeous this morning, ma belle.”

“Hey, Y/N, do you wanna hang out after lunch today?”

Nami’s voice cut through your flustered thoughts. Her head was tilted at you with a small smile, and you felt wracked with guilt.

“I, uh. I’m working with Chopper this afternoon. I have time after breakfast though!”

You really didn’t. You were falling behind on your projects, and still needed to catch up on your monographs from your field work at the last island.

Nami’s smiling face was lovely to see as she leaned toward you beneath the tangerine trees. You felt yourself laughing with her, but your mind kept planning out how to catch up on everything.

“Hey, Y/N? You awake in there?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I, uh… I didn’t sleep well.”

Your stomach twisted with guilt, throat tight as she scrutinized you.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine! I’m so sorry, I've been distracted. What were you saying?”

Nami’s eyes rolled up, and she nudged your shoulder.

“Your lover boys need to let you get some sleep, or I’m gonna beat the shit out of them.”

With a small laugh, you felt some of that tightness release, and you smiled at the thought.

“No, it’s not them. I just stayed up too late last night working.”

Her narrowed eyes cut right through you, and you stilled your fingers as they had started clenching together.

“Well, maybe I’ll have to beat the shit out of you then.”

She gave your shoulder a light punch then, and you gasped, trying to change the subject.

Nami wasn’t easily distracted.

“So, how many nights do you have to yourself a week?”

“Um, well… Right now it’s Sanji’s night, then Zoro’s, then Robin’s. Then I have a break day.”

Nami’s scowl sped your pulse, you weren’t sure why you were feeling so embarrassed about this.

“But I can take a break whenever I want, so if I need to I can have more time for just me.”

“Uh huh… So why don’t you take a break?”

Your teeth were clenched as you hoped to hear Sanji call for lunch.

“I took a break last night, I’m all good.”

“Working all night is not a break, Y/N. I’m starting to worry about you.”

Nami’s tone was soft and serious now, and you didn’t want her to stress about you.

“I’m okay, really! I swear I’ll take extra breaks if I need to.”

She sighed, head shaking slightly, but Sanji’s voice cut off her reply.

Lunch left your brain full of Nami’s words, wanting to show her you were okay.

Maybe I should take a break tonight? That would help Nami feel better, and feel that I’m listening to her. I haven’t been spending enough time with her.

But the thought of taking a break felt awful. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with each of your partners. The way they all made you feel was incredible, it made you feel so special.

You wanted to make sure they felt that from you too.

If I take more breaks, then that means each of them has to wait longer to have time with me. I don’t want them to feel neglected.

“Okay, Chopper. Here’s my list of the best solvents to make tinctures with our most used plants. High percentage alcohol works great for a lot of these, but vinegar or glycerin work better to isolate certain active constituents.”

“You got it! What are we preparing today, Y/N?”

Chopper was already well versed in preparing common medicinal salves and other supplies, but it filled you with pride that your expertise in botany could help him in his studies, and that you could help keep the ship well stocked with necessities.

I haven’t been helping enough lately.

“I was able to gather elderberries at the last island, so let’s make some tincture. It’s great for-”

“It’s great for colds!”

“Ha, that’s right. Will you grab me the measuring cups? They’re in the cupboard down there.”

After dinner, your mind was only on the cook in front of you. The way his eyes almost burned your skin, the way his voice filled the air with the most delectable praise, the way you wanted to drive him crazy.

And each day was like that. Wonderful. And exhausting. They were yours. And you were theirs.

I’m okay. I’m so lucky. I’m fine.

You whispered those words to your mirror as your eyes grew heavier each morning.

I’ll just catch up tomorrow.

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I'm so guilty of this, and it's taken a long time to be able to recognize when I'm acting this way. If you're lucky enough to have a friend like Nami, please listen to them before you fall apart. Or maybe just listen to me right now, and go take a break, you deserve to rest!! 💜💜

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

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all-risejd · 11 months

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A New Judgment Chapter 8: Dreaming of You (Poly Judgment Day)

Sorry it took so long to post this I am in college and am working on my finals. Thank you for you patience with my updates.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Rhea quietly leaves the hotel room and enters the hall shaking her head at the ridiculousness she just heard. She steps across the hallway and uses the spare keycard and opens the door. She enters the room to see Damien lounging on the couch, Finn's legs draped across his lap and Dominik sitting on the edge of one of the beds staring at the floor.

"Dom Dom you idiot!" Rhea groans as she closes the door. Dominik looks up at her his eyes wide, the others eyeing him as well. "She still forgives you, she just needs to process that conversation." Rhea explains as she sits on the bed opposite Dom and rests her elbows on her knees, leaning forward and clasping her hands together.

"What did you tell her, Dom?" Finn asks and the three of them look at Dom expectantly. Rhea gestures for him to go ahead and explain and he does. Once he finishes everyone starts talking over each other.

"Jesus Dom, can you form coherent thoughts around her?" Rhea sarcastically asks.

Damien's voice however overshadows everyone, "That's worse than the explanation you gave us at Wrestlemania."

Dominik groans and flops onto his back on the bed. "I know, and it is my biggest regret."

"Wait and she understood that incoherent string of thoughts? And still forgives him and wants to move forward?" Finn asks and Rhea nods affirmatively.

Finn whistles impressed, "Dom, love, you are incredibly lucky. She is gracious enough to forgive and to consider all this." He gestures around them and continues, "Do try not to fuck up the progress you have somehow made with her for all our sakes..."

Rhea stretches before lounging back on her elbows on the bed and asks, "Luis what happened last night?"

"Well aside from Dom not opening doors for her," Damien glares at Dominik who holds his hands up in surrender. "She is very receptive to the thought of the dynamic and said she is willing for all of it, even being romantic with Dom again. She still loves you" He explains further and Dom sighs in relief.

"What else did she say?" Dom asks, encouraged by the last statement.

"She asked sexual questions and answered some in return. I think there is a strong chance she will join us after she gets to know us more. I made it clear she is to communicate if we make her uncomfortable, and that there will be a boundary discussion in the future. Oh, and she almost asked if you all would be ok if me and her fucked, asking about one on one time." This makes Dominik sit straight up and makes Finn and Rhea laugh.

"Wait, you said she almost asked?" Dominik asks for clarification.

"She was about to say 'me' but instead said 'Mami' like I wouldn't notice," Damien laughs.

"And how did you answer?" Finn prompts.

"The truth, it doesn't matter so long as we don't exclude each other all the time, we are all equals in an equal relationship." Damien explains to a chorus of "good".

"We are going to have to make sure she takes care of herself won't we?" Rhea asks, having a good idea of the answer.

"Yeah she focuses more on helping others than herself." Dom explains and the others nod along understanding.

"Dom, we need to talk about why she blames herself for you breaking up with her." Damien's announcement makes Dominik's head jerk in his direction.

"She What!" He yells only to be shushed by his partners.

"She feels like it is in part because she was unable to provide you with a lot of sex, because of the pandemic and her job as well as after you were rarely able to see eachother but once or twice a week." He explains maintaining eye contact with Dom who groans and is filled with even more guilt. The rest of them look at him sympathetically.

"Is that the truth Dom?" Finn asks only for Dominik to snap back at him.

Dominik was not normally harsh, but, "Of course not, I told you why I did it and I was a fucking idiot."

"Then you need to tell her that Dom, and soon or even if she joins us she will feel pressured and we don't want that." Rhea gently tells Dom as she joins him on the bed and pulls him into a hug, gently stroking the back of his head.

"I was so worried for her safety in 2020. She has done so much for me, to protect me and my career, that isn't, I can't believe, fuck!" He rambles and Rhea tries to comfort him.

"It's ok Dom Dom, she was in better spirits when I left the room. Hope is not lost love. That isn't your fault either." Rhea offers to comfort him.

"Yeah Dom, explain that first part to her. The pandemic was hard on all of us. Insecurities are bound to pop up; it is nothing we can't handle."

"Always the voice of reason. " Damien teases, gently squeezing Finn's calf that is still on his lap.

Rhea gives Dom a gentle kiss which helps calm him down, "Practice what you are going to say with me before I go wake her up." She suggests and he agrees.

He takes a minute to collect his thoughts. "Hey Nessa," He laughs at Rhea's attempt to mimic Nessas doe eyes, Damien and Finn laughing along. "Come on Mami be serious." Dom whines and Rhea laughs before agreeing and letting him try again. "Hey Nes, Damien said something about last night that I want to address and clear the air. Nes, I love you and I did not break up with you due to lack of sex or the distance between us because of the pandemic or our jobs. I told you it was because I was scared you were beginning to resent me and I felt bad about not being there for you and that is the truth. It is because I was scared and was a coward and didn't know how to talk to you. The lack of sex wasn't even a factor."

"Hmm it's clear and leaves no room for misunderstanding." Damien nods approvingly.

Rhea however, looks apprehensive. "I think you should also add that you never wanted or want her to feel pressured to have sex. And maybe reiterate how much of an absolute idiot you were." she nudges his shoulder.

"Yeah ok Dems I'll do that." He rolls his eyes. She gets off the bed and leans down to give Dom another kiss and walks over and does the same for Finn and Damien who gives her ass a slap as she walks away.

"It's unfair you have to room away from us now" Damien complains.

"I know, doll, Paul wants me to keep an eye on her and make sure she is ok. We will be rooming again soon hopefully" Rhea swats Damiens hand away playfully and adds on, "I'm going to wake Nes up, I'll come and get you when she is ready Dom." She calls out before closing the door behind her.

Rhea enters the room she shares with Nessa and sits on the edge of the bed where Nessa is sound asleep. She gently brushes the hair off of Nessas face and smiles as she scrunches up her face at the disturbance but doesn't wake up. "Nes wake up love, you gotta get ready for training..." Rhea gently shakes Nessa's shoulders who groans in response and cuddles closer into the covers.

"Five more minutes mom" She mumbles unaware of where or who she is with.

Rhea laughs, "Not mom but I will answer to Mami. Now get up!" Rhea rips the blanket off of Nessa who startles awake, sitting up and looking around. She sees Rhea there with the blanket in her hand laughing and plops back down onto the pillow she just vacated.

"Sorry Demi I'm just so tired" Nessa apologizes and yawns for emphasis.

"It's fine doll, just do me a favor and get ready for training so we can grab a quick bite beforehand. Oh and Dom Dom wants to talk to you before we go is that ok?"

Nessa rolls out of the bed and scratches her head, "Uh yeah, that's fine I guess. What is it about?" She asks while digging through her luggage for her gym gear.

"He feels there is something he needs to clear the air about." Rhea answers watching as Nessa trudges to the bathroom to change.

She comes out after a few minutes and gives Rhea her best puppy dog eyes, "Can you give me a hint what it's about?"

Rhea laughs and shakes her head, "Oh no Ojitos don't work on me nice try, they may work on Dom and Luis but not me," She shuts Nessa down who only pouts.

Rhea stands up off the bed and heads to the door, stopping in the doorway, "I'll go get Dom, we will be in the other room if you need us."

"Thank you Dems," Nessa calls out as Rhea disappears from view. Nessa starts pacing around the room trying to figure out what Dom could possibly want to talk about. She is pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on the doorframe. She stops in her tracks and looks to see Dominik as he is leaning against the door frame.

"Hey Nes, uh, Luis talked to us about last night and he brought up a concern I feel I need to talk to you about." He rubs the back of his neck waiting for permission to enter. Nessa sits on the bed and pats the spot next to her. Dominik walks in, Shoulders relaxed, folding in on himself to seem smaller and sits next to Nessa leaving at least a foot of space between them. Nessa scoots closer to him, wanting to comfort him as well as herself. She decides to break the awkward silence between them.

"I want to apologize for being distant after you explained everything this morning." She begins knowing her response earlier in the car made him feel even worse.

Dom's eyes widen and he starts waving his hands like he is trying to stop that train of thought. "No, No, No, Nes Don't apologize for how you feel and what you need to do to process those emotions. Nessa You are allowed to react and feel and process how you need to." Dom wraps his arm around her shoulders and leans his head against hers.

"Look Mi.." He sighs and continues correcting himself, "Look Nes, Luis said that you think at least somewhat that the reason or a reason I broke up with you is because we couldn't have sex a lot, from 2020 to traveling again and you felt, feel possibly that it is your fault." He starts, what he rehearsed going out the window. He feels her shrugs and he uses his free hand to grab hers closest to his body and he continues.

"Because that was not and will never be a factor. I was so afraid for your life these last few years and even the thought of sex was an afterthought. I did what I did out of fear as I explained this morning. You have always been and will be enough. I was, am and will be happy with whatever you are willing to give, we will all be. So hermosa, don't ever blame yourself for my own stupidity. And if that is not clear enough I did not break up with you because of lack of sex." He kisses her temple happy that she doesn't pull away.

He takes in a sharp breath and groans, "Fuck thats not how I practiced it!"Nessa surprises him by pivoting and throwing her arms around his waist and burying her face into his shoulder, taking in his familiar and comforting scent.

"Thanks Dom. Just, thanks." She mutters into his chest.

He physically relaxes and places his hand gently on the back of her head and plays with her hair like he used to.

The little moment of peace is interrupted by Finn poking his head in the open door his hand "covering" his eyes, his fingers spread so he can look through them.

"Oi love birds the rest of us don't want to get fined again so lets go" He fully steps in the room and takes his hand off his face and laughs at the confused look Nessa is giving him.

"Come on Nes" Dom stands up and offers his hand to help her up. She gently takes it and stands up herself ignoring the snickering coming from the doorway.

"Yeah let me just grab my gym bag." Nessa looks around the room trying to find it.

"Is it this love?" Comes Finns voice teasing as he holds it up in his hands.

Nessa steps towards him holding out her hand reminescent of the night before with Damien.

"Thank you Finn, I can carry my own bag." She cocks her head expectantly waiting for him to hand it over. He only laughs and slings it over his shoulder walking into the hallway. Nessa groans frustrated at how stubborn the men are that she is finding herself drawn to. She crosses her arms and stomps into the hallway grumbling to herself and almost walks straight into Rhea.

"Whats wrong now" Rhea asks throwing her arm around Nessas shoulder and walking with her.

"Just stubborn men not letting me carry any of my bags." Nessa complains nudging Rhea.

"You carry your purse, so you do get to carry one of your bags." Damien calls out over his shoulder where both his and Rheas bag are slung over his shoulder.

"Thats only because you macho men don't want to be seen carrying a purse." Nessa shoots back and sticks out her tongue.

"Bet" Is all she hears before her purse is pulled out of her hand and slid up Finns forearm.

He begins to strut ahead of them and out the door, the car keys in his other hand. Nessa sees an opportunity as Damien and Dominik are discussing something and not paying attention to her and she bolts out from under Rheas arm once Finn is at the car and flings open the car door plopping into the passenger seat victorious and doing a happy dance.

Dom gets in the car first in the back seat taking the middle between Rhea and Damien who gets in last and closes the door before leaning forward, his head between Finn and Nessa.

"Enjoy that because that is the last time you beat me to the car princess" He growls before plopping back and fastening his seatbelt.

Nessas puts her hand towards the backseat only for Rhea to slap it like a high five.

"Dom phone please, I liked that playlist from earlier and I want to listen to it again." Nessa asks, no room for denial in her tone as she does the give it here motion. He hands his phone over right away.

"What playlist, Finn is driving so he picks the music thats the rule." Damien asks confused.

"She is a passenger princess she makes the rules." Dom shrugs just happy Nessa isn't upset or giving him the cold shoulder anymore.

"We can allow it this time" Rhea speaks up with a tone of finality.

"Yeah and sometimes it isn't the driver picking, you are just scared of what she is going to pick babe" Dom elbows Damien who grunts in annoyance being squeezed against the door.

Nessa unlocks Doms phone, surprised he never changed the passcode and opens his spotify and is floored by the name of the most recent playlist. "Memories of Ness <3". She glances back at him, a blush creeping up both of their cheeks. She links the phone and clicks play, the first song gaining a sigh of relief from the people in the back.

"Thank god its something reasonable, Black Veil Brides Rhea praises." Nessa leaves it on, smirking to herself seeing the next song on the playlist. She locks the phone and places it in the center console, Damien bemoaning the choice of band. Nessa doesn't see, but she hears a smack assuming Rhea thumped his thigh for complaining about one of her favorite bands.

Rhea and Nessa sing along as Finn drives and Damien bicker over space since all three of them are squished together in the back seat. Soon enough the song changes and Barbie girl comes on and Nessa giggles and bounces in her seat singing along.

"I'm a barbie girl"

"Nuh uh, No. We aren't doing that." Damien unbuckles himself to lean forward to grab the phone, the other two in the back fighting to hold him back. Damiens arm comes between the seats only for Finn to snatch the phone and toss it under his leg sitting on it.

"Sit the fuck back down, you are not about to make me wreck or get a ticket." We are going to listen to the music Nessa chose respectfully just as she will when It is our turns." Finn orders, slapping Damiens hand away from his thigh.

"You're gonna pay for that" Damien growls in Finns ear, squeezing his thigh tightly before sitting back down and refastening his seatbelt. Nessa stops singing watches Finn as he swallows and fidgets in his seat.

"Whats wrong mini me, why did you stop singing" Rhea reaches forward and touches her shoulder. Nessa places her hand on top of Rheas.

"Yeah just got distracted." Nessa answers shaking her head and returning to singing along, though with not as much energy as she had before. Damiens promise to Finn making her feel as if ithe car heat up and wishing it was directed towards her.

The song changes again, this time Dreming of you comes on and Nessa locks eyes with Dominik through the rearview mirror recognizing their song, and she smiles at him. Nessa sings along softly matching the mood of the song, Dominik singing along with her.

Rhea and Damien share a look across Dominik, Damien mouths,

"Pay up" slowly for emphasis.

Rhea just flips him off and laughs, happy that her Dom Dom is happy and getting what he wants. They pull into the gym where they are to meet their trainers before the song ends.

Rhea places her hand on Nessa's shoulder to distract her for long enough for Damien to jog behind the car and come to her side and open both doors.

"Oh it's like that?" Nessa asks playfully as she steps out of the car Rhea doing the same and laughing, throwing her head back enjoying the lighthearted frustration Nessa is showing. "Come on lets go in, you can have your standoff later." Finn calls out from behind the trunk grabbing His and Nessa's bags again including her purse. Nessa sticks her tongue out at him before making her way towards the door between Rhea and Damien.

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A few hours later they exit the building, Nessa groaning.

"Oh my god I wanna die" Nessa throws her hands up in the air then whimpers exaggeratedly. Rhea snorts at her theatrics.

"Mamita, it wasn't that bad. It's good for you." Damien chimes in, eyeing her up and down just to be sure she is ok.

"Why aren't you complaining about us carrying your bags this time?" He adds on, adjusting the bags in his hand.

"I'm too sore, you can have this round" Nessa shrugs grabbing Rheas forearm and tossing her arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing to do. Staying like that until they reach the car.

Nessa leans against Rhea, waiting for the boys to finish tossing the bags into the trunk and open the car door for them. Nessa to exhausted to fight to do it for herself this time.

"I'm still driving, figure out where you all are going to sit." Finn calls out as he gets in the car.

"You are objectively the smallest of us sweetheart, why don't you sit in the back with us, in the middle so we have some room?" Rhea asks and Nessa nods in agreement, letting out a yawn.

"Ill get shotgun I'm taller than everyone and need some leg room." Damien calls out, looking at Dom, daring him to argue.

Everyone chimes in with some sort of agreement. Both Dominik and Damien go to one side of the car and open the doors, Dom gets in right away and closes the door leaving Rhea and Nessa to go over to Damien. He smiles at her as she slides in and settles in the middle and Rhea gets in beside her.

Once Damien gets in the car Finn starts it and heads back towards the hotel. Dom's phone is still linked to the radio so the song comes back on. Nessa grabs Doms hand and leans her head on Rhea's shoulder and closes her eyes content with the atmosphere in the car.

In no time at all Nessas grip on Doms hand relaxes as she falls asleep, her head still on Rheas shoulder.

"Dom Dom was that your song?" Rhea quietly asks, so as to not wake Nessa up.

"Yeah, when everything shut down this became our song. We were together for a year at that point. It was a way to express how much we miss and love each other." He explained to a chorus of them cooing at him. He blushes at the attention. Nessa stirs and they all quiet down until they are sure she is still asleep.

"Dom, she was translating for us yesterday. She speaks spanish?" Damien asks, plans forming in his head.

"Yes and no. She can understand a fair bit, but she can't actively speak it. It's weird." Dom explains glancing at Nessas peaceful figure and smiles.

"She was fluent as a kid wasn't she?" Finn asks.

"Yeah" Comes Dom's answer.

"That happens sometimes, a use it or lose it situation." Damien comments, rolling his eyes as the playlist continues to be confusing.

"What even is this playlist" He grumbles.

"Songs that Nessa loves and that made her happy." I made the playlist after, well. I missed her and it made me think of her." Dom explains and he feels Nessa grip his hand again telling him she heard him.

"What were you going to say when she stopped you?" Damien asks, the question has been sitting in his mind since it happened.

"I can't tell you. It's not my place nor my story. She will tell you if and when she is ready" Dom answers now aware Nessa is awake.

Nessa picks her head up and stretches, letting out a little groan at her stiffness.

"Lo siento Mamita did we wake you?" Damien apologizes,

"No, not really i'm hungry. I thought we were supposed to eat before going to training." Nessa whines.

"We would have love, but you were too busy cuddling Dom and we ran out of time." Finn explains glancing at her through the mirror.

"We are going back to the hotel to shower and change then we are going out to dinner and to have some fun like we discussed earlier bunny." Rhea explains, trying out a new nickname for Nessa.

"Oh why bunny? thats cute I like it." Nessa says approvingly, nudging Rheas shoulder.

"You are cute, small and bouncy." Rhea shrugs, happy that Nessa is taking everything in stride.

Finn pulls into the parking lot of the hotel. Dom gets out of the car first and holds his hands out palm up offering Nessa assistance. She takes his hand and allows him to help her out of the car and closes the door behind her. Rhea getting out of the other side where Damien holds the door for her.

"Dom, it's your turn to carry bags." Damien calls out over the car. Dom releases Nessas hand and goes to the trunk with Finn who hands her her purse back before grabbing half the gym bags.

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Nessa and Rhea enter their hotel room, Dominik and Finn following closely behind with their bags. The boys set the bags down by the armchair, Dominik plopping down over the arm rest, Finn leaning against the chair and Damien just leaning against the doorframe.

"Since we all have to shower and change lets say an hour, hour and a half? So you ladies can do your makeup if you want?" Finn suggests, just trying to get the plan set.

"Yeah that sounds perfect babe," Rhea agrees the rest nodding along.

"Well go get started then" Nessa pulls up Dominik and pushes him and Finn towards the door trying to get them to leave so she can start getting ready.

""Ok princesa, no need to get violent" Dominik teases and Finn laughs as the three of them are ushered out the door which promptly closes in their face.

Nessa turns around to Rhea doubled over in laughter.

"What just because I forgive him does not mean he gets to see all this again.... Yet" Nessa gestures to herself and continues.

"And that goes for the others, I havent decided to join... yet."

Rhea's laughter dies down as a question comes to her mind and she decides to ask it.

"But you are comfortable getting ready in front of me, knowing I want you just as much as the others?"

Nessa shrugs unable to explain her ease around the woman.

"I just am." Is the best she can explain.

"Allright then, would you like to shower first. I tend to use up all the hot water." Rhea offers and watches as Nessa opens and closes her mouth before her face flushing as red as she has ever seen it.

"What is it bunny" Rhea asks, stepping towards where Nessa is standing.

Nessa shakes her head trying to clear her thoughts.

"I uh, I had a thought but that would be inappropriate at the moment." Nessa whispers, clasping her hands together behind her back and swaying back and forth.

"What was the thought Bunny, tell me" Rhea asks, having an idea but just wanting Nessa to admit it. Nessa stops swaying and meets Rheas gaze, noticing the calm expression on her face contrasts to the size of her pupils. In that momen Nessa knows that Rhea knew what the thought was and just wants her to admit it.

"That we could share.." Nessa admits almost unable to be heard. Rhea takes a step back to give Nessa some space before she responds.

"We are going the speed you want Bunny, If you want to shower with me all you have to do is ask. But that would be inappropriate at the moment I agree. Not that I wouldn't love to join you gorgeous" Rhea swallows trying to control her tone and actions to not make Nessa uncomfortable but the woman knows how to press her buttons and it has only been a few days.

"I'm sorry.." Nessa starts to apologize only to be cut off.

"No, don't apologize. You are testing waters and trying to see if this is something you want. But if this carrys on we might need to have the boundaries discussion before you have a decision. And before you worry your little head you have not crossed one, we are afraid of crossing yours. Now go shower... Please" Rhea pauses at the end before adding the please.

Nessa doesn't verbally respond, blushing from embarrassment from the last few minutes, instead she does as told and goes into the bathroom and showers, letting out a shuttering breath as she steps into the running water.

She makes sure to be as quick as possible to save hot water for Rhea. Nessa steps out of the shower and wraps the towel around herself, grabbing another for her hair. Once the towl is secured around her she steps out of the bathroom having not brought any clothes in there with her.

Rhea groans seeing this,

"You weren't kidding when you said you were ok with rooming with me." Rhea stands up off the bed and goes over to where Nessa is standing.

"Sorry, I I forgot to bring my clothes in" Nessa stutters as Rhea gets closer an rests a hand on Nessas cheek and leans down close to her face.

"Nessa, if I overstep you need to tell me because they way you have been the last two days, especially today acting as if you have already joined us and we don't want to force you into anything." Rhea rests her forehead on Nessas and gently presses their lips together in a tentative kiss.

Nessa holds her towel with one hand and uses the other to grab the hand resting on her face, pulling it off and placing a kiss to the palm. Rhea shivers at the returned affection and swallows again.

"I'm gonna go shower, to give you time to get ready. Lets uh, talk one on one during dinner" Rhea states softly, not having moved away from Nessa, still looking into her eyes.

"Yeah, ok." Nessa agrees and steps back biting her lip wondering if she went too far, especially without making her decision. Rhea steps forward and grabs her face gently one hand on each cheek.

"Hey, don't do that Bunny. Like I said we are following your lead. If you want distance all you have to do is ask. If you want to explore we can do that too but conversations need to be had before that." Rhea tries to stop the mental spiral that Nessa was starting. Nessa nods her head still in Rheahs hands.

"I need words love." Rhea prompts not satisfied with just nodding,

"Ok Demi." Nessa answers and Rhea kisses her forehead before releasing her grip and heading towards the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Nessa takes a deep breath and calms her self for a minute before getting dressed and throwing on some quick makeup to be ready when Rhea gets out.

#rhea x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #judgment day x reader #the judgment day fanfic #finn balor x reader #damian priest x oc

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The story of us chapter 6

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how it all came to be.

CW-18+,MDNI, angst, fluff, comfort, illusions to sex,mentions of ptsd, slow burn, mutual pining, eventual poly relationship. No further warnings as to not spoil the story.

WK-5k

Chapter summary- Will gives you a hand and Santi wrestles with his angsty brain.

Notes- See Masterlist for full story notes. This is definitely Wills chapter but you can’t spell Santiago without a.n.g.s.t.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

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Chapter VI- I can fix that

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You never thought you’d say it was a relief to get back to work, being a trauma nurse meant most days weren’t easy going. Work was definitely easier than navigating the thoughts in your brain about your new relationship, relationships?

You had promised to call them but all of you were so busy you didn’t have a chance to. You managed to send a few texts, Frankie was busy with his first week back and Benny and Will were busy training for Benny's fight out of town this weekend.

You did manage to confess to Frankie about your sex dream, you couldn’t resist and you felt bad for leaving him high and dry the day he took you flying. You were sure It would make its way back to Benny. It was all but confirmed when he texted you later that week.

Benjamin: I guess I’m the man of your dreams 😜

I guess catfish truly has a big mouth

Benjamin:I assure you sweetheart he does

Sounds like you know from personal experience

Benjamin: Sounds like someone is jealous

Maybe you were a little jealous but you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

You hadn’t heard much from Santi since that night other than to call him if Mike tried to bother you. You hadn’t so much as heard a whisper of him. You don’t know what they said to him but you could imagine it was enough to keep him far away from you.

You knew that it got bad but you didn’t realize how bad until you told your coworkers you broke up with Mike and the collective cheers from the break room echoed through the hallways.

“Are you finally gonna make a move on one of those guys attached to your hip?” Your coworker Angela had no idea how ironic her question truly was.

It had only been three days and you somehow managed to accomplish that ten fold. Your body and your heart were telling you to go for it but your brain was still on the fence. Society was so unforgiving to anything different. But when did society ever grant anyone any favors?

****

Golden Girls

How are things at the commune?

The kid 🥊: Never better

🐈🐠:Amazing

Will: We’re good here haven’t heard from you though?

I’m fine So things haven’t come to blows yet?

The kid 🥊: Maybe for Fish

🐈🐠: Shut up Ben

I see Will is the only voice of reason

The kid 🥊: He’s going to patch her holes tomorrow 😜

Will: You’re disgusting

🐈🐠: jajajajajajaja

I had faith in you Will

The kid 🥊: You’re the holy man among us

Will: That asshole put a hole in her wall I’m just going to fix it.

🐈🐠: Don’t explain yourself to this pendejo who can’t return any calls.

Sorry been busy let’s get drinks after you fix her wall we need to celebrate fish getting his license

The kid 🥊: Finally you’re making sense

See you fools on Friday

The kid 🥊: Fools in love

Will:🙄

*****

After a busy but short work week you found yourself nervously cleaning your house in preparation for Will to come over. You spent most of the morning and afternoon trying not to overthink things. He was always handy around your house, helping out wherever he could.

You knew he liked to do these things to keep himself busy, it’s why his house was so meticulously maintained. It was the only way to calm his racing thoughts.

Your Will, the man who always needed to be in control. Some part of you knew he needed that to keep himself from losing grip again.

His life slowly fell apart before Colombia when his fiancé Amanda abruptly left. You always asked what happened and he always told you it wasn’t meant to be. You tried getting to know her but it seemed she never wanted to reciprocate.

Even more questions were stirred when she stormed out of the annual 4th of July barbecue screaming about not being able to compete with her. The guys all exchanged knowing glances when he returned to the backyard looking like he saw a ghost.

You didn’t have time to unpack what that meant when days later Santi came to you all with a proposal that would change all of your lives. Change your lives.

A knock at the door brings you back to the present moment as you make your way to the front door to let Will in. He’s standing there in a white v neck and paint stained jeans slung low on his waist. You don’t realize you’re gaping at him until he clears his throat.

“I promise I have a change of clothes.” He awkwardly scrubs the back of his neck revealing the toned curve of his arms.

“Oh…it’s not that, you look great. I mean you like fine…” Okay you were officially losing it as you feel the heat creeping up your neck. You don’t miss the smirk as you step aside to let him in.

He sets down his backpack on your loveseat and brings you into a hug as he kisses the top of your head. You linger in it longer than necessary as you take in his scent, his musky cologne mixed with a hint of sweat. You can feel the way his back flexes under your touch as your hand instinctively slides up between his shoulder blades.

“I missed you.” It slips out before he can second guess himself. You don’t think he’s referring to the 3 days since he’s seen you last. There’s a deeper meaning behind it. It’s the first time you’ve been alone with him in months.

“I missed you too.” You look up at him, willing your eyes to say everything your mouth can’t. He can sense it and reluctantly pulls away. The struggle is piercing through his blue eyes, grappling with the inner workings of his mind that says he can’t lose control again.

As he turns to walk towards your garage knowing full well that whatever he needs is there because he brought it at some point and left it to do various repairs and updates to your home. It was so domestic that it takes your breath away.

It takes you a moment to gain your bearings as you head to the kitchen to get some water to try and quench your thirst. You pour him a glass for good measure assuming he’s having the same predicament as you.

He returns from the garage tool belt on and bucket in hand as he sets everything down by your front door next to the dreaded reminder in the wall that was your awful ex. He picks at the drywall with his fingers as he stares at it like it personally offended him.

You slowly approach with the glass of water and he turns to look at you, he couldn’t school his expression in time for you not to see the regret burned through his pupils. You know he’s found someway to blame himself for not being here or for not noticing the signs. He happily accepts the glass from you as he tries and fails to smile, his lips pulled into a grim line.

“You read my mind sweetheart.” He tips his head back and you can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs with each drink. Suddenly you’re feeling parched again.

“I can in fact read your mind and I need you to stop beating yourself up.”

“Is it that obvious?” He sets the glass down on the side table as he resumes his stare off with the hole.

“Well I know you like the back of my hand and yes…it’s that obvious.” You place your hand on his arm gently, still giving him space but steadily grounding him.

“It’s not your fault, we all were in a bad place.”

He can’t help but think how much it was his fault. If he had told you a long time ago how he felt about you none of this would’ve happened. Amanda was right. She can’t compete with you. If he had told you before going off on that suicide mission to Colombia maybe you would’ve come back different. Here you are still looking out for him despite it all.

“Hey…what’s going on behind those eyes again?” Everything.

“Nothin’ sweetheart…just thinking how lucky I am to have you and how we’ll never get out of here if I don’t get to work.” The pet names they all call you have perpetually driven you to insanity and yet you’d be lost without them.

You plop down in the loveseat with your legs draped over the side facing the back of it, watching him work was better than anything on your tv and it would give you a chance to catch up.

He gets down on one knee to get a closer look at the hole perfectly level with the door handle. If you weren’t watching you would’ve missed the precise square he makes with his knife around it to clean the edges.

You watch as his deft hands make steady work of the sandpaper. So precise and sure of his movements. You wonder what it would feel like to have his hands all over you, his hand behind your neck while the other grasps your waist pulling him into you.

“Honey?” Was he saying something?

“Yes.” His back is to you but you can see him laughing at your expense.

“I asked you how work’s been.”

“Oh it’s been great actually.” He stops what he’s doing to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face.

“Oh the trauma unit has been great?”

“Well, yes and no. It’s been great being able to focus on doing my job again.” You always took pride in your work and lately that’s been slacking. You can’t properly take care of patients and have a tumultuous home life.

“I still think you could use a vacation.” He’s resumed his almost complete work and you aren’t sure if he’s very quick with his hands or perhaps you were daydreaming about them for longer than you thought.

“We all could use a vacation, just don’t let Santi plan this one.” You let that last part slip and instantly regretted it until Wills booming laughter filled the small living room.

“I trust your planning skills honey so just let me know when and where and I’ll be there.” There’s a seriousness to his tone that you don’t miss. You certainly all could use a break.

“I’m pretty much done, we just need to let this dry overnight. The paint in your garage is too old so I’ll pick some up this week and finish it.” He stands from the ground dusting the drywall off his jeans.

“Will I can paint…” He cuts you off as he stands over you on the loveseat with his hands on his hips. The look in his eyes is daring you to challenge him again.

“I don’t do anything halfway.” There it is again, that double meaning that you can’t possibly miss. You know deep down you’re not reading into this the wrong way.

Unlike Ben, the man of many words. Will communicated so well non verbally, he was a man of action. So much can go unspoken between the two of you and yet things still felt normal.

“Why don’t we head to the bar early before those knuckleheads get there.” That sounded perfect and you didn’t want your one on one time to end just yet.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up while I sweep this stuff.” Gesturing to the drywall on the floor, he moves to clean but you hop over the loveseat before he has a chance.

“No way William…bathroom, now.” You shove his backpack into his chest and usher him down the hallway as you both giggle at the absurdity.

You quickly clean the remnants of the last pieces of your ex and breathe a sigh of relief. You can hear the water running as you run down the hall to change out of your leggings and freshen up to meet your boys. A warm feeling you haven’t felt in a while working its way through your chest as you swell with pride taking in your appearance in your floor length mirror .

It’s not what you’re wearing or how your hair is done but the way you’re carrying yourself again. The brightness has returned to your features, your smile reaches your eyes again and you're standing a little taller. You went months avoiding your reflection not fully recognizing the person looking back at you.

Not wanting to waste anymore time you spritz some perfume and head out of your room to find Will in the kitchen rinsing your glasses of water. The sleeves of his gray Henley are rolled up to the elbow and he has on a pair of dark blue jeans. How he managed to make washing glass look sexy is beyond you.

“Ready sweetheart?” He turns to you as he dries his hands on the dish towel and you know he’s asking if you’re ready to leave but your answer means so much more.

“Yes I’m ready.”

****

You slide into your booth as you wait for Will to bring your drinks. He insisted on getting them and at this point you should just get used to doing whatever he says.

He makes his way over with something that doesn’t look like your regular beer, two short glasses with a honey colored liquid inside. He’s got this mischievous look that you’ve only seen reserved for Benny in his eyes and it makes you slightly nervous.

“I hope you don’t mind, I got us something a little stronger before the guys get here.” Liquid courage

“I don’t mind, but can I ask what it is?” He holds the glass out to you while he holds the other up in a toast.

“Whiskey.”

“Whiskey and what?” You sniff the glass immediately regretting that decision.

“Just whiskey babe.” That babe shoots straight to your core and you have to clench your thighs as you adjust in the seat.

You clink the glass and down the liquid before you can second guess yourself. It’s sweeter than you thought it would be and it warms you from within as you feel it travel down and settle deep in your stomach. You notice he didn’t finish his but it’s too late now.

“So…your dates have gone well.” So this is why he got whiskey.

“Oh god you know?” You groan, placing your head in your hands.

“I’m just teasin’ sweetheart.” Will always gave the best advice so you might as well use him while you can.

“Can I ask you something?” You would feel a little shy asking him but whatever was in that glass has you feeling bolder than usual.

“Sure, pretend I’m a therapist.” He puts his arm around you as he relaxes against the booth. Again with the pretending.

“This is weird right? He half chuckles to himself as his thumb rubs mindlessly on your arm.

“Weirder than putting your life on the line for the US government everyday for little to no pay.” Okay he had a point there.

“I just don’t want to be judged.” You pick at the old grooves in the wooden table, anything to distract you from this conversation.

“It seems like you’re judging yourself. I think you deserve a break so why don’t you cut yourself some slack.” If there was a word for relief and frustration that’s what you would be now with all of his perfect answers.

“How do I choose?” He takes a moment not having an answer prepared and you think you’ve finally stumped him.

“What makes you think you have to?” Your heart flutters in your chest at the deeper meaning in his tone. He’s so close to you now as you turn to look into his pale blue eyes, his pupils so blown you can barely make out the color.

“If it feels right just go with it.” The last words ghosted over your lips as he leans in waiting for you to pull back, but you don’t. He places a gentle kiss on your lips, almost experimenting with what you want.

You would have gladly accepted that as the one and only but you don’t have a chance as he deepens it,placing his hand behind your neck to tilt your head up. He’s kissing you like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted, stealing any breath you might have.

You knew he was precise in his everyday life, right down to the kiss that would’ve had your knees buckling if you were not already sitting.

Either this was an invasion of the body snatchers or Will…your Will just kissed you in a public bar.

“William Miller what has got into you.” You’re panting against his lips as you try to catch your breath.

“I’m done running from something that feels right.” Your hand is resting on his chest and you can feel his rapidly beating heart.

He kisses you again somehow already learning what drives you crazy as his other hand grips your exposed thigh under the table. You can taste the honey sweet whiskey as his tongue gently prods your mouth for entry. This is certainly too hot for the public but you could care less.

“This is an inappropriate patient-therapist relationship.”

“I resigned 5 minutes ago.” His soft pillowy lips meet yours again and it’s dizzying the way you feel all consumed by him. He’s a drug you’re having for the first time and you know you won’t be able to quit.

“Oh how convenient for us.” You say in between kisses as you bite his bottom lip gently pulling it between your teeth.

The growl that leaves him is faintly interrupted by the tell tale sound of Benjamin Miller entering the bar. He doesn’t pull away quickly, setting your heart at ease. He places one last kiss to your cheek as a to be continued.

Benny is practically skipping towards the booth with Santi in tow. Will gives your thigh one more squeeze before tipping his chin at his brother.

“You better get up and hug him before he has a meltdown.” He whispers a little too close in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

You slide out of the booth before he all but pulls you out and scoops you up into a hug. Your eyes go wide as Santi chuckles from behind him.

Frankie makes his way in and can’t help but laugh at the sight of you hoisted several feet in the air by the human golden retriever begging to be put down.

You see Frankie approaching and thank your lucky stars since Santi and Will seem to be no help, completely amused with the entire situation. You mouth help me as he taps the younger man’s shoulder.

“Put her down Ben.” He dramatically lets you slide down, knowing full well what it’s doing to you and your shorts. He seems so much taller than you as you're placed gently on the ground. A quick kiss to your forehead before he turns to slide into the booth next to Will.

“What was all that?” Benny gestures to you while you hug Frankie and Santi.

“Relax bro I’m just teasing…you deserve to be happy too.” He’s heard that before

Benny slides out of the booth not wanting to be left out of any interesting conversation for too long. Not wanting to be far from you.

Maybe he should take a page out of his own book and relax a little. Frankie didn’t mind and his brother didn’t seem to mind. He’s trying hard to force back the intrusive thoughts creeping in of what would people think? What would they say?

Honestly who gives a fuck what people think. As many times as the group of you have almost lost your lives it shouldn’t matter what he does going forward.

Santi uses this opportunity to occupy his brother's seat next to Will as he watches Frankie and Benny leave dueling kisses on your cheeks. Your squeals of excitement make him feel something akin to happiness with a tinge of jealousy.

“So you’re fine with all this.” Will still hasn’t looked away from you. The way you’ve always opened your heart to them suddenly filling his chest with pride.

“Ya man…I’m fine with all this.”

“Te has vuelto loco.” Santi chuckles as he crosses his arms.

“I don’t know what you said but it’s probably true and I could care less.” Will eases back into the booth smiling at the three of you telling some secret he wishes he was in on.

You turn and plop your hands on the table “I’m buying the first round and I don’t want to hear any grumbling from any of you.” You point to each of them.

“Yes ma’am.” They all say in unison.

“Wow… I didn’t actually think that would work.” You hold the back of your hands dramatically to Frankie and Bennys foreheads.

“You must be sick to agree that quickly.”

“Ya they’re sick all right.” Santi mutters under his breath as you walk away towards the bar. Narrowly missing the middle finger Frankie shoots him.

****

You can feel their eyes on you as you walk to the bar. It’s a little unnerving but exhilarating knowing how you can captivate them by simply walking away. You might as well sway a little since they obviously want a show.

You lean a little against the bar while you wait, drawing your jean shorts a little higher to show off the swell of your ass. The drink you had with Will giving you a boost of confidence,emboldening you a little more.

“Jesus Christ, how is she gonna do that after dropping that bomb on us?” Ben adjusts a little in his seat to get a better view.

“What bomb?” Santi looks at Ben who has yet to meet his gaze.

Frankie seems just as transfixed on you and he raises an eyebrow at Will who takes the final sip of the whiskey in the glass.

“Oh nothing…she just had a sex dream about me and Fish.”

Will sputters across the table as Frankie pats him on the back trying to contain his laughter. Santi gapes at them eyes wide in utter shock.

“What did she say?” Santi almost whispers as he turns to look at you not so innocently leaning on the bar and now is definitely not the moment to be adjusting himself under the table.

“Sorry,hermano, no details for you.” Frankie winks at Benny as you make your way back with a pitcher of beer and 5 glasses.

****

Several rounds later you made your way to the makeshift dance floor with Frankie and Benny. 20 dollars in the jukebox went quite a long way as you alternated spins and dips between the two men. The three of you blissfully unaware of the conversation being had about you just a few feet away.

“Admit it.” It’s almost as if Will can feel the envy radiating off his body.

“Admit what?” That he loves you.

“You want her…what they we have.” Santi clenches his jaw at the thought.

“Don’t try and shrink me Will, I don’t want any of this, it would never work.”

“Oh is that why you haven’t been on a date in months.” Fuck he hated how observant he was sometimes. It was very useful in the military but very annoying when you’re trying to hide your true feelings for your best friend.

Maybe if he let that part of himself go he could see how badly he wanted this but he knew inevitably he would mess it up just like everything else.

You were too perfect, too good. He almost broke you once and he vowed to never let himself be so weak as to do it again.

“I'm not trying to pressure you, I’m just saying you’ve wasted enough time not telling the person you’ve been in love with for the last ten years how you truly feel.” Santi looks at him as if he’s told some deep dark secret and not stated the most obvious thing a blind man could see it.

“We all do.”

“We all do what?” You slide into the booth next to Will obviously tipsy as you lean into his shoulder reaching to steal the rest of his beer.

“We all love the way you dance when you’re drunk.” He holds his beer just out of reach as you pout up at him.

“What… like she has two left feet.” Benny slides in next to you and pours you another beer much to your approval.

“Unless you plan on spending the night with us I suggest you slow down sweetheart.” Will slides your fresh beer to Santi and you scoff in his direction.

Frankie slides in next to Santi as a smug grin crosses his face.

“Oh…now this is interesting, where will you sleep?” He’s too proud of himself to notice your lack of awareness of the question. He could be very annoying and borderline mean when he was being smug.

“Well I usually sleep in Frankie’s bed.” You start to play with the hem of Benny's shirt completely oblivious to the brewing heated conversation.

Santi looks at Frankie as he scrubs his palm across his face.

“So where’s Benny in this scenario?” Santi crosses his arms leaning back in the booth.

“I’ve shared a bed with Fish, it's not a problem.” Benny is doing his best to ignore him as he continues the innocent game with you, tracing his thumb along your jaw.

“So Will…where do you sleep?” They all look to Santi as you are too distracted by Benny playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

Frankie leans into him so only he can hear. “I know what you’re doing so I suggest you knock it off before she figures it out.”

“Don’t worry boys, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself.” You look Santi directly in the eye as he averts his gaze to the table, slightly embarrassed at the way he was goading them on.

You were very much aware that he was acting like a petulant child but you weren’t gonna let him rain on your parade. If he wanted to be a dark cloud he could do that on his own.

****

You all finished your drinks and began your goodbyes. Will took Benny home to get some rest for his fight out of town the following evening.

Frankie offered to take you home before dropping off Santi. He had several flights booked for the next day so he didn’t have much to drink that night.

The drive was mostly in silence as you hummed innocently along to some tune on the radio.

There was however a silent war brewing in the front seat amongst the two men that you were completely oblivious too in your happy,hazy state.

Frankie pulls up to your home and hops out to open the truck door for you (always the gentleman).

Before getting out you lean forward towards the front seat behind Santiago. “I hope you sleep well now that you’re not worried about my sleeping arrangements.” You plant a kiss on his cheek and slide out, not noticing the way heat creeps up his neck.

If it was his plan to make an ass of himself tonight, he definitely succeeded.

“Goodnight cariño.” He knows you can’t hear him anymore as you and Frankie make your way up the path to your house, hands interlocked. He still has to say it all the same.

He watches as Frankie leans down to plant a kiss on your lips which you happily accept. Something deep in his chest stirs as he watches his two best friends embrace.

Frankie makes his way back to the truck with a bounce in his step. He missed seeing him this happy, it’s been so long for all of them. The energy in the truck has shifted during the short drive to Santi’s house as Frankie nervously taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

He pulls into the parking lot of his apartment and turns the truck off as they continue to sit in awkward silence.

“Just say it Pope.” Santi finally turns to look at him and open the floodgates but instead he takes in his odd appearance with his standard heating oil cap missing.

“Where’s your hat Fish?” Frankie narrows his eyebrows at him as he pats his head oddly feeling his hair.

“That little brat took my hat.” He’s grinning to himself while muttering curses in Spanish under his breath.

As if you knew what could break the tension between the two of them, Santi finally laughs and Frankie can’t help but join him at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Look Fish, I’m sorry I just wonder how it’s all gonna work. What if someone gets jealous? How is she gonna split her time? What are people gonna say?” Frankie is sarcastically nodding his head at each one of his questions seemingly waiting for him to finish spiraling.

“You done hermaño?” He asked himself all these same questions and still couldn’t come up with a reason to not take a chance.

“I don’t have any answers for you. All I know is we love that girl, we’ve never been jealous of each other, she seems to be splitting her time just fine seeing as we all hang out almost everyday and who gives a fuck what other people think.” It’s the first time he’s really said it out loud but Santi is speechless, maybe for the first time in his life.

“You deserve to be happy.” Suddenly everyone is so concerned with his happiness.

“You may be right… That scares me a little.” Frankie flips him off playfully as Santi opens the passenger door.

“Have fun getting your hat back.”

“I’ll get it in a few days, I don’t trust myself to go back right now.” Santi closes the door and pats the hood as he walks toward his apartment.

Ya I wouldn’t trust myself either.

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(for december, or whenever you feel like writing for sun and moon) could i request some hcs/short scenerios expanding on sea salt like glitter sun/moon x reader relationship? I know you have brought that story to a conclusion but i think little things like maybe convos between sun/moon about reader, things the three of them do together after getting into a relationship, behind the scenes scenarios that we dont see in the original, and general hcs would be really cute :) its such a lovely story and i love the dynamic a lot so even table scraps would satisfy me lol love your writing and thank you if you respond to this <3

Thank you so much for this! I loved writing it and it was such a good time but it’s hard to fit everything it and be a coherent story. It was hard to pick what to put into the story and what to save. I hope you enjoy this extra story piece! Defiantly ask for more if you want!

Warnings: Exophillia, Mermaid x Reader, Cultural Differences, Mer Sun x Reader x Mer Moon, Poly Relationship

Sun loves to try human food, even though 9 times out of 10 he hates it. It’s always amusing to watch his fins flare out in offence and then spit out whatever you’ve given him. Cooked meat he can handle but even then, he prefers it raw. Moon thinks that Sun’s a weirdo but tries things in secret. He has an odd affinity for soy sauce that you think is hilarious.

Sun watched in horror as Moon took another huge bite of stir fry, picking out the beef and eating without chewing. You snickered from your rock, taking another spoonful and watching, content to let the two of them fight it out. You were taking dinner on the beach again and Sun insisted on trying your meal.

You knew enough by now to pack an extra serving or two; you couldn’t tell if Sun thought it was a game or genuinely wanted to share some of your culture. It was probably somewhere in the middle. Sun had taken one bite and promptly turned to the side to spit it out. You laughed behind your own spoonful, watching Sun complain and Moon slide closer.

Moon was never as interested to try your food as Sun but today he seemed more willing, taking a few sniffs before tilting the container towards his mouth. He refused to use silverware (Sun loved them) but he chewed thoughtfully, letting out a low hum. Sun turned to his mate, pout on his face and watched as Moon began to eagerly devour the meal. You were surprised, stopping your own chewing to watch.

Logically you knew that the mers had to eat a lot, they were huge, but it was another to see them in action. Moon finished off the entire tupperwear in a few minutes, licking his lips and turning to you. You clutched your meal to your chest and he snickered, moving closer.

“Salty.” He smiled as he spoke, poking you in the side. “More.”

“Salty?” You echoed, letting him steal another piece of beef. He gave a pleased rumble, curling his tentacles around your legs. You snickered to yourself, giving the rest of the food to the mer. He brightened, rubbing your cheeks together briefly before taking your box. You couldn’t help but enjoy the irony; who knew mers would enjoy soy sauce?

You’ve been debating about getting a house boat. You don’t know if it’s a retirement plan or something else but the idea of being in the water with your boys is appealing. Part of you is still nervous about only being able to swim a little bit but you’re trying to learn. Sun and Moon are trying to get you to move the cabin closer to the water but that’s not really possible. Eventually you’ll get a little house on the ocean but that won’t be for a long time…

There are other mers out there; Sun had mentioned them during your courting period. It’s not something you know a lot about but from what you understand, Sun and Moon are generally mers that live in pairs and not pods. They had a pod they traveled with but decided to get their own territory close by. You ask questions about mer culture and Sun is happy to share with you while Moon would rather learn about human culture. Moon wants to woo you but has an image to uphold.

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altairs-little-world · 2 years

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welcome to the writing community of enstarsblr! can i req hcs of poly mika x arashi x reader going shopping at the mall?

Arashi x Mika x Reader - Shopping at the mall HCs

Characters: Arashi Narukami, Mika Kagehira

Genres: Fluff

Smaller "tags": Shopping, Polyamory relationship, She/Her pronouns for Arashi, Dates

TW: None!

A/N: First poly relationship request! I hope I got the feeling right - haven’t had much experience writing poly (⌒_⌒;) Arashi’s also kind of an unfamiliar character to me, so I hope I wrote her correctly! Enjoy, anon! Thank you for the welcome~

MIKA KAGEHIRA, ARASHI NARUKAMI ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— Shopping was one of the top activities for the three of you! Stressful day? No idea what to wear for an event? Simply want to spend quality time with your lovers? Shopping was the answer to all of that!

— Since the Pretty 5 circle goes out quite often, Arashi and Mika have a loooong list of shops they think you'd be interested in going to! During your dates at the mall, you willingly let yourself be dragged around by your excited girlfriend and boyfriend, trusting in their decisions.

— Arashi, being in a unit that is considered one of the "big three" of ES, is all too willing to use her deep pockets of money when shopping with you two! You and Mika occasionally insist on paying, but against this stubborn blonde, there was no other choice than to accept her spoiling you two.

— If any arguments or inconveniences arise between either you or Mika and a member of the public, Arashi is quick to step in like the honourable knight that she is, defusing the situation or arguing back in your steads.

— Mika, despite not speaking up as much as Arashi, starts rambling when the three of you shop for clothes, giving advice and suggesting different styles for all of you to try. He's the reason why you have matching clothes and colour schemes when the three of you go on a date!

— They love trying on outfits and seeing you try all sorts of styles! You may not be as much of a fashionista as they are, but you enjoy how they fuss over you, adjusting parts of your outfit and discussing what would look good on you.

— Other than clothes, Arashi, Mika and you love buying food! Mostly desserts and snacks rather than everyday groceries, but you get the idea.

— You would all go to your favourite cafe or try out a new shop from time to time, as long as they serve sweets!

— While the lilac-eyed blonde is more strict with her diet due to her unit's modelling jobs, she cannot resist when you or Mika offer to spoon-feed her desserts, prompting her to open her mouth wide with little “Ahhhh” sounds - which Mika comments, is “too darn adorable!”

— On the other hand, the heterochromia boy gets extremely flustered and shy when you or Arashi try to feed him. So, when he eats the dessert from the spoon offered to him, you and the blonde pepper his face with kisses as a reward - though it only serves to bring the boy closer to fainting with tomato-red cheeks.

— Being the shopaholics generous people you are, the three of you often buy enough sweets to share with all of ES, including the staff!

— The last stop for a day of shopping would be toy shops! Mika loves stuffed toys, and you and Arashi are definitely willing to indulge him.

— You also pick out little matching trinkets for you and your lovers - a necklace, bracelet, keychain, ring or earring! They always wear whatever you choose proudly, showing off to their unitmates and friends.

— Although you had all agreed on sharing the bags after the three of you were done shopping, Arashi carries most of the bags - mostly clothes and food - allowing you and Mika to carry only the lighter goods. (The two of you make it up to her by giving her massages and cuddles)

“What d’ya say we go again… Tomorrow?”

“Sounds good! My unit’s activities end early tomorrow, I can be both of your knights for the rest of the day~♪”

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #mika kagehira x reader #arashi narukami x reader #narumika #narumika x reader #ensemble stars

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Oh ho ho~ I've got a funny one

Dice and Mammon in a poly relationship with a fem! reader that's got crazy good luck. Everytime she goes into a casino, they leave with billions of dollars 💵.

Dice x Mammon poly with a fem!s/o that's got crazy good luck

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Let's the war begin..

-Cause, despite you're literally in a poly, it's hard to hang out all together due to the fact that Dice still live in the human world.

-So when you decide to spend some more time with one of your boyfriends, helping him win more and more dollars and casinos, other get jealous and whine, and vice versa.

-So most of the time you all go on 'beneficial' dates, it always starts with some fights about where exactly you would try your crazy luck - in Devildom or the Human world.

"We, like, already were in your stupid place three times this month! I want some Grimms too!" - Mammon scoffs in before clinging to you from one side. - "You think the same, s/o, right? I'm sure you miss Devildom and want some Grimms too!"

"Well, and I don't want it!" - Dice also quickly get closer, pulling you from another side. - "My casino does not accept your 'Grimms'! They're useless here!!"

"As much as your money in my world!" - actually, they almost look like two goats who's butting heads..

"Oi, you at least can get here and spend them on these stores too!"

-Oh, yes.. You really think now your boyfriends wouldn't have problems with money, if you literally lure such big Jackpots for them? Well, poor, naive you.

-Cause they both never change their habits, so when you sleep or are busy with other things, Mammon's already spends the last Grimm on some luxury clothes after partying in a club, and Dice's already crying on a bench, cause without you all he can do it's just losing money, not winning them..

-So if the first one, then the second your lovers shyly start mumbling about next going to the casino after literally a few days, don't be surprised.

-"I swear, I will never buy so many things again!" - Mammon sobs, and by the way his legs tremble, you can say he wouldn't mind getting on his knees and begging if there wouldn't be Dice, also sniffing and crying.

"And I will never go betting without you..!" - and for him it's neither first nor last time to get in such situations, so he actually quickly falls on his knees. - "Please, s/o, let's go there again…!"

-But still, even if they adore your luck so much, they both don't want you to feel used. As they still love you just because you are you, without any benefits, and willing to show you this through some casual dates all together.

-I'm sure these two can get along well, due to their pretty similar worldviews. Also, Mammon has a good style and I feel like his fashion tips Dice would be willing to listen more than the same words from Ramuda, just because they're much closer. And I feel like a greedy demon would be interested in listening about hypmics and trying to find some profit from this ---

-"Hey, hey, I also was thinking about one thing.." - Dice's lips curved into a small smug smile when he looked at Mammon.

"Oh, how can we increase s/o's super skills even more?" - he quickly got the hint and they both suddenly moved to you, grinning.

"I was just thinking.."

"That um, m-maybe.."

"You know, they said real love can be very powerful.."

"Yeah, yeah, totally..!"

"So maybe we should try this small boost?" - in surprisingly good sync they whisper in your ears, tickling your skin. - "Nothing much, just kiss us before every spin or bet.. We're sure it would be helpful, so let's check it out right now, okay, s/o..?"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic dice #dice arisugawa x reader #hypmic dice #dice x reader #dice arisugawa #obey me mammon x reader #mammon obey me #mammon x reader #obey me mammon #Mammon obey me x reader #obey me x reader

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ink-flavored · 5 days

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polycule asks!! 34, 58, for HHSH, and I cannot remember specifically if/who there is in TGDW so free reign for: 23, 14, 58 !

thank you!! <333

For context, The Aviary is the endgame polycule of my fanfiction Haunted House Sweet Home. It's a canon/canon/OC ship, and you can learn more about it from the fic itself or by browsing the story tag. The polycule (if canon) from The God-Dragon’s Wife is Xinya and Yu-Qi being married, and Jao being (unofficially) a consort to the queen. Xinya and Jao would be girlfriends pretty much, and Jao and Yu-Qi would be metamours that cross the line into FWB sometimes.

The Aviary

34. How have their members’ respective family relationships influenced their polyamorous dynamics?

Gonna be honest, I have not done my research on polyamory in the Ottoman Empire. I have no idea what the prevailing attitudes were, or what the general opinions of people at the time would be. Haven't done the research for modern Japan either.

Personally, though, Feriha has been 1) already betrayed by her family 2) dead for so long that she doesn't care what they think. I think she'd actually be more inclined to do it if they disapproved.

Atem also wouldn't care, but because he couldn't possibly choose between either of them. It wouldn't be fair to them or himself, and he's more than willing to ride out cultural disapproval for what makes him and his partners happy.

It's present in the story that Yugi is hesitant to even say how he feels when he finds out Atem is/was married, but we all saw how that turned out. I think the concept of not being a homewrecker definitely held him back, but ultimately he can't put aside love for cultural expectation either. He's the poster child of Do It Scared.

58. How does the polycule celebrate anniversaries?

All three of them are very concerned everyone gets to spend time one-on-one, so every "single" anniversary (Yugi/Atem anniversary, Feriha/Atem anniversary, and Yugi/Feriha anniversary) are assumed to be celebrated completely separate unless they make plans otherwise. It's usually an entire afterlife "day" spent together, doing cute date activities, if present Atem may or may not force the other sit for a portrait, and sex.

When they celebrate their collective anniversary, it's pretty much the same thing but it's all three of them instead of one-on-one, but usually spread out over more than one "day." Sometimes they'll all agree to throw a big party for it and invite their afterlife friends and family, but most of the time it's just the three of them.

Fun fact, since time doesn't really exist in the afterlife, they just agree to celebrate their anniversaries whenever they feel like it!

TGDW Polycule

I answered 23 here & 58 here!

14. What’s the craziest polycule drama they’ve experienced so far?

I think dating Jao dating her own queen while said queen is married to a literal dragon she's worshiped her entire life is some pretty intense poly drama. And not only is she dating her own queen now, while also being her personal assistant, that dragon wife is regularly checking her out now. She wasn't prepared for this, please send help.

[try out my OC Polycule Ask Game]

#annika talks #answered #ask game #HHSH #TGDW #The God Dragon's Wife

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viper-flare · 1 year

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Wendy x Reader x Bebe anniversary

It had been a few months that you, Bebe and Wendy started dating. “Can you believe we’ve dating for two months Y/N?” Bebe was holding your right hand gleefully with a smile on her face. “It’s been crazy when you think about it Bebe” you said giggling with Wendy pouting a little bit. “Hey, it isn’t my fault” “Baby it’s not your fault unfortunately you and Stan were constantly getting back together and breaking up during that time Bebe and I got together. Honestly, I am very happy you finally dumped Stan and become our girl.” You said kissing Wendy’s cheek making her blush in response. She smiled happily while you three went the mall checking out the shops.

“Oh that’s right! Y/N can you wait for Wendy and I while we look at some shops?” Bebe said putting her hands together. “Oh um sure? I can’t come with?” You said confused. Bebe sweatdrops and Wendy chimes in. “It’s a huge surprise so just wait here in the food court I promise we will be right back” she kisses your cheek and hurries away with Bebe following in pursuit. You frowned and get some (f/f) at the food court and begin to eat at the table alone until someone takes a seat across from you. You look up and see Stan Marsh. “What do you want Marsh?” You said irritated. “Listen Y/N, I know you love Wendy but I truly love her and I am here to ask if you break up with her so her and I can rekindle our relationship.”

You were angry. How dare ask something like that to you? You were in love Wendy just like you love Bebe. “I’m also asking on Clyde’s behalf for you to also break up with Bebe.” You gripped your soda in anger knowing full well Clyde would never ask something like that from you. “Why are you lying Marsh?” You glared at him in anger. Stan just sighs and pulls you close across the table. “If you’re willing to break up with Bebe… Wendy, myself and you can be in a poly relationship together. Not only that but you would do better with us than Bebe” you were shocked over his answer. You dumped your soda on his head. “Never! I never want to be with someone like you! You don’t know what love is! I love Bebe and Wendy and that what matters more than anything!”

“Really you had to come to ruin our anniversary Stan?” Stan looks at the direction of the voice and sees Wendy and Bebe holding Pandora bags. “Wendy come back to me I am a wreck without you” Stan says and you look at him and back at Wendy looking down thinking she would fall for his bullshit. “No Stan I’m sorry but I am happy being Bebe and Y/N and I truly love them more than you think. What we had was toxic and I can’t do it anymore.” “Get away from Y/N and don’t ever come near my girlfriends again” Bebe glared at him trying to burn a hole through him. Stan gets upset and runs off. “You think he would get over you Wendy but I didn’t think he’d be trying to get Y/N to break up with me so he can have a poly relationship with you two” Bebe comes close and sits next to Y/N and Wendy takes the seat on the other side of Y/N.

“Oh that’s right!” Wendy and Bebe gives you the bags from Pandora. You pulled the items in the bag and you saw two beautiful rings and the girls placed it on your ring fingers. “Now we can always be your wives Y/N!” Bebe kisses your lips and snuggles your side and Wendy kisses your lips as well. “We love you Y/N L/N” you smiled and you were so happy to have Wendy Testaburger and Bebe Stevens as your lovers even your wives.

#stan marsh #wendy testaburger #wendy testaburger x reader #bebe stevens #bebe stevens x reader #south park fanfiction #south park oneshots

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consul-valerius · 9 months

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The top two contestants for “worst taste in Vesuvia”

Idhfgfdihg BUT in reality I have been having a lot of Damien-Verse Thots, specifically about Naima and Antony, so I used all my remaining brain cells to finally complete some headshots for them :’) For further context for those that miss my sporadic shouting on my main blog LOL:

Naima (she/they) is (obviously) the accidental but surprisingly welcomed daughter of Nadia and Julian, and she is one of Damien’s top love interests (even if she doesn’t realize this herself lmfao)

She is an extremely serious person to an almost comical extent; her main aspirations in life revolve around eventually becoming countess and pushing the changes her parents have began instituting to even larger heights.

With that though, she is also a very insecure person, particularly when it comes to her ability to make friendships. She feels extremely inadequate in comparison to Julian and Nadia, which can often cloud her judgement and lead to self-isolation (apple -> tree)

She has had a life-long crush on Damien, but particularly when they were children, she got swept up in how others treated him. She feels partially responsible for his disappearance, and so by default she now feels extremely protective of him but has difficulty showing it

On the flip side we have Antony (he/him): a farm-hand on one of Valerius’s family’s vineyards and is top choice number 2 for stealing Damien’s heart lol

Unlike Naima, Antony did not have a close relationship with Damien when they were children. However, he was very much head over heels for him when they first met as children and he never got over it

He is much more confident in himself when compared to Naima, particularly when it comes to his relationships with others. He has a close pack of friends that he wishes Damien would interact with more; they’re all queer, kinky, and share a collective brain cell lmfao

Many assume Antony is a hard person based on his style (renaissance punk boy LMAO), but really he has a heart of gold and cares deeply for the underdog. He is willing to wait as long as he needs to for Damien to fully embrace being in his own skin, and in an ideal world, settling down together :’)

Some more rapid fire thoughts and facts undercut✨

Naima is trans & ace and primarily enjoys kink as a means of letting loose and building more secure dynamics between herself and Damien; despite many suitors trying to woo her, she truly only has eyes for Damien and would rather remain unmarried than marry some earl she has no interest in (this is partially because of Nadia and her flub with Lucio lmfao)

Antony is trans, queer & poly like all my other OCs LMFAO he has the most relationship experience out of all three of them and it shows

Antony would be considered a bard, though he has no formal magic training. He and Donna have a very special relationship because of this; whenever they are together, Donna tries to teach him something new. Donna obviously has a soft spot for Antony and is very torn between wanting him and Damien to just shut up and get together, but they are VERY aware that Damien is just. Not ready for that & Antony deserves the world lmfao

On the flip, Naima and Valerius are quite close, particularly when he steps down as consul. He thinks that she is, in every way, the perfect suitor for Damien for personal and political reasons (LMAO), and oddly enough, Nadia can’t help but agree. particularly when Damien was still “missing,” Naima enjoyed just having silent time sharing a space with Valerius or listen to him and Nadia talk and talk and talk lol

When Damien disappeared, Naima spent a year living with Nasrin and Namar in Prakra for safety reasons—no one was sure if this was a targeted attack, and despite how painful it was, Nadia knew she would be best protected there than in Vesuvia. This was a very fundamental time for Naima, and because of it, she was extremely close to her grandparents (yes, this has given Nadia and even stranger complex lmfao)

IN TERMS OF EACH OTHER, Antony thinks that Naima is literally a princess and should be protected at all costs. She is too good for this world to him lmfao In the rare times where their paths cross, he has an uncanny ability of getting her out of her shell (it’s the autism to autism communication LMFAO) Naima, of course, is both in awe of Antony and feels very insecure around him. He is confounding to her, and she wishes that they were closer, she just isn’t sure how she would even go about it LMAO

In terms of how Damien views them, he is much more open about his feelings with Antony than he is with Naima. Antony was a lot of Damien’s firsts, and he is truly one of the only people who really make Damien feel beautiful and safe. However, he is deeply frightened by this too, especially when it comes to how Valdemar would react to their bond. He’s terrified of getting too close only for them to, well, get in the way in the way that Valdemar does best :x

With Naima, Damien thinks that he is in control of their relationship and his feelings for her but isn’t LOL he also had a childhood crush on her, even when she would join in with the others and bully him. Her cruelty hurt him the most, and in many ways he treats her so poorly to “get back” at her. However, this is pretty self-defeating as he winds up just feeling very guilty and self-loathing about it LMFAO

In summary, they are all a mess and are bursting with love and none of them know what to do with it LMFAO :’)

#introducing…#Lady Naima #Antony #<- i need a better tag for him LMAO #problem child Damien #Naima is a giant btw LMAO she’s 6’2 (just shy under Julian)#Antony is 5’10 and LARGE #he can easily lift them both in his arms if he wanted to (and he does—he’s just waiting for the okay LMAO)#my art #OC lore #bottom draws #bottom ponders

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erikahammerschmidt · 2 years

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There's an experience that I've had often, in romantic relationships but also with friends and family and even work colleagues.

It has to do with perspective.

In "Kea's Migration," I put the romance version of this experience into words:

.....

"You cuddle up with one person and drift away from the friends you had before, feeling as if this one person is all you'll ever need and you could live your whole life locked away in a safe little cocoon together, just the two of you, hidden from the rest of the world. If you still interact with friends, you do it as a couple, and that's a different kind of friendship, a different connection, from the ones you had with those friends on your own.

 And then the person you love does something you don't understand, and suddenly you have to open up all the connections you closed off, looking for a third viewpoint to orient yourself in three dimensions again, to figure out what the hell makes sense."

.....

The question is... what actually does "make sense?" I mean, of course I don't give a shit about "normal"... plenty of people think even having a bi-poly relationship, like I do, is abnormal and bad in the first place. My instinct is to say the only thing that matters is whether the people in the relationship are happy.

But, if I'm not happy with something that my partner/friend/relative/colleague is doing... that doesn't automatically mean the other person is wrong and I'm right.

And of course both viewpoints within my relationship are going to be biased, so of course I'll want a neutral third opinion. I'll ask another person I know, or I'll write to an advice columnist-- or post the whole thing on Reddit asking other people to chime in on which one of us is The Asshole.

But what does that accomplish?

If I ask others for their viewpoint on a conflict I'm having, what does it tell me if they agree with me or disagree? If 90% of Redditors tell me I'm Not The Asshole, doesn't that just mean what I'm doing is "normal"?

And I already said I don't give a shit what's considered normal. I remember a thousand toxic behaviors that were at least 90% approved-of when I was a kid. I have zero trust in normality.

Plus, none of this resolves the fact that

1. I'm unhappy 2. my partner wants to do something that I am unhappy with 3. no matter which of us is judged to be Correct by Normal People Standards, we will still be in a situation that needs to change before we can both be happy.

So I have to go back within the relationship to figure it out.

I have to go back to:

Am I happy? Is my partner happy?

If not, are there changes we could make to increase my happiness without lowering my partner's?

Or vice versa?

Does there have to be absolutely no lowering of happiness for anyone, or would a small sacrifice be acceptable?

(Would we come to resent the small sacrifice, later on down the road? Would it be worth that risk?)

If it doesn't work out, are there other things we could try? If not, will we be ready to end the relationship?

If our relationship ends over this, would we want to look for new relationships with other people?

If so, how likely is it that we could find someone else who would NOT conflict with us over the same issue? (This is the one single point where I guess I agree that finding out the majority opinion might be useful).

And most importantly... are we willing, able, and ready to give it a try and make those changes now?

.....

Anyway, this is why I'm seldom able to give a satisfactory answer when someone talks to me about a relationship, asking questions like "Is it valid that I don't like what my partner is doing?"

Because, nearly always, the answer I'm able to give is:

1. Yes, your feelings are valid.

2. Yes, your unhappiness is real.

3. If there's no way for you to be okay with what is going on... then you need to find out whether there's a way to change what's happening that will let you BOTH be happy.

4. If there is not a solution like that, then it may be time to consider ending the relationship, for everyone's well-being.

.....

And yet, very often, the answer people WANT from me is:

1. Yes, your feelings are valid

2. Yes, I believe what your partner is doing is Wrong

3. Yes I think the majority of Normal People would also consider it Wrong

4. I think your partner should be forced to change what they're doing. If they cannot change it and still be happy, then they are a Bad Person who Deserves to be Punished by you Leaving Them

.....

and, I'm sorry, but that's not the sort of judgement my mind is good at giving.

.....

#relationship #love #conflict #long post #author #book quotes #writing #essay #aita

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ultimatecutenesspeaks · 1 year

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Then bunny soon joins the hug and the three new lovers hug each other meanwhile in haruki room

Ryuji: Wha-- I just... Huh?!

Haruki: I know, I know! And I promise that I don't love you any less, Ryuji-chan. But... Kazu-chan loves me, and I love him too. So... Would you be willing to give it a try?

*Kazuichi rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.*

Kazuichi: Listen, uh... I know we didn't start off great. But we both love Mr. Haruki, and he loves us. So why not give it a try? I think this could actually work out pretty great. So... Truce?

*He holds his hand out for Ryuji to shake, and the blond sighs in resignation before shaking it. Haruki pulls them both into a hug with a grin, and the two boys exchange a smile. Later in the night, the three of them fall asleep cuddled up together. Meanwhile downstairs, Mizuki turns to Haru.*

Mizuki: Poly relationships, huh... Listen, Haru. If I were to bring up the idea of bringing in a third member, would you be down with that?

Haru: Do you have someone in mind, Mizu-chan?

Mizuki: Yes... But we just sort of have to see how that plays out later on.

*Haru nods with a smile.*

Haru: I don't mind at all, puppy. As long as they treat you with the love and respect that you deserve, I would be more than happy to invite them to join us.

*Mizuki smiles and pulls her into a hug.*

Mizuki: Thank you, princess.

#ryuji speaks🐰#haruki speaks🐰#kazuichi speaks🐰#mizuki speaks🐰#haru speaks🐰#answered asks🐰💗#bunny anon #persona 3 timeline #stopping the fall arc

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized!

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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Okay so my request. 🥺

Poly relationship between Ushijima x reader x Bokuto. Reader feels super neglected due to both of them having super busy volleyball schedules. Of course she knew this when she started dating them. But she still gets lonely and needy. Both himbos don’t realize it due to them being well himbos. It’s not until they notice her clingy to a player from one of the teams who gives her attention. They confront her and she breaks down and spills her heart out to them. They give her the long awaited attention she needs. Can it possibly be smut please? 🥺🥺🥺

I hope this is everything you’re looking for love. Thank you for requesting and sorry it took a couple days. Please, enjoy. ❦

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢

〈You know Bokuto and Ushijima are busy men, but the longer you’re away from them, the larger the ache becomes

〷 This piece contains haikyuu time skip spoilers 〷

❈ genre: Angst/Comfort, NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

❈ warnings: anxiety/insecurities, Poly Relations (Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Ushijima Wakatoshi), size kink, dom/sub dynamics, make-up sex.

It wasn’t like they were ignoring you on purpose. Bokuto and Ushijima would never do such a thing. Usually, they were so good at giving you all the attention you needed, checking up on you and asking about your day even after long practices or games.

But things had gotten really busy for your two boyfriends as volleyball season was back in full swing. Playing for the Japanese national team left little time for leisure, leaving you to an empty house that usually was always filled with Bokuto’s laughter or the sound of Ushijima’s rock music. Your days were filled with checking empty group chats, rushing home to make dinner only to find you were the only one eating it, and barely managing to stay awake when the front door finally opened.

It was starting to be too much for you. And you needed them oh so badly. Some night you tried wearing Bokuto’s shirt with your fingers buried deep between your thighs only to find they weren’t long enough to reach your good spots. Or you’d call out Ushijima’s name louder and louder hoping it would bring you closer to a high but it always fell flat.

You started to give up from frustration, actually felt yourself avoiding mirrors or even their touch. You didn’t deserve it, didn’t want to see. Maybe they were doing this on purpose, maybe this was their way of telling you that you weren’t enough for them anymore. Maybe there was someone else, prettier and younger and more bubbly.

There was that one pretty girl who was always conveniently at their practices...

The thoughts began to weigh on you. Made you feel like in your little house of three you didn’t really belong. But you weren’t sure how to bring it up to the boys, not when they were working so hard, and certainly not when they were exhausted every time they came home. So you just kept it all in your chest, letting it build and grow and spread.

All you wanted to do on your day off was stay in bed, allow the covers to swallow you whole so you didn’t have to think about anything. But Bokuto insisted you get up, that grin on his face that usually had you grinning right back.

“Cmon Birdy! Come watch us today! The rest of the boys will be happy to see you too!”

Normally you would have been thrilled at the opportunity, spending the whole day watching your men do what they loved so much. But with everything you’ve been feeling it was hard. Still, you tried your best to match that grin of his, rolling out of bed and getting ready so you could go to their joint practice.

You sat where you usually did, on the first bleacher, front and centre. You were usually so engaged, cheering them on when they hit a particularly good spike or bringing them water when they needed, but today you found yourself distracted. Eyes wandering to the ceiling or fiddling with the hem of the skirt you wore.

You hadn’t even noticed the stranger that sat beside you, just how close he’d gotten. You were taken more back when he spoke so close to your ear, making you jump a little in your seat.

His laughter was so warm. Smooth and thick like honey. You didn’t recognize him, but boy was he handsome. Dark features, light eyes, a smile with a perfect set of teeth. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you pretty.”

Pretty— did he really think you were pretty? Not wanting to seem more like a dunce you forced words from your lips, a little nervous giggle following suit. “I-I was totally zoned out, you didn’t scare me too bad, promise.”

He was staring, and normally this would have made you uncomfortable. Normally you would have told a handsome stranger right away that you were happily taken. But the longer he stared the tighter you pressed your thighs together, the deeper your flush became. You basked in it, the attention you were so craving from your two boyfriends...

“You must be new, I’d recognize a beautiful face like yours.” Another clench of your thighs. You were biting your lip and then his hand was on your thigh. This is where you’d usually slap someone, or call your much larger partners to handle it. But you couldn’t take your eyes off his. And right now you didn’t want to, not when his thumb felt so smooth on your skin.

“What’s your name? And phone number, if your willing of course.”

He was wearing a jersey, one didn’t recognize. Maybe from an opposing team? You just giggled again, tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Words were on the tip of your tongue when a heavy hand fell on your shoulder. The male's hand all but flew off your thigh, his eyes a bit narrowed as the all too familiar voice sounded behind you.

“Baby, come with me.” Ushijima’s voice didn’t waver, in fact, it was deeper than usual, laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite point out. Looking towards the court you saw Bokuto too, thick brows furrowed and arms crossed. Your lips twisted in a thin line as you stayed still a moment, only for Ushijima to easily haul you to your feet.

“W-Wakatoshi—“

“I said. Come.” There was a demand, one that had the frustration bubbling on your features. You tore yourself away from his grip but still stormed out of the bleachers. Bokuto was quick to follow, easily picking up with your pace and walking to your side.

“Baby... what was that...”

“Right in front of us too? Just disrespectful.” Ushijima spoke, now on your other side.

You could feel them, the hot and angry tears that began to swim in your gaze as you stormed towards an empty room. The two continued to talk, trying to understand. You never flirted so openly with others, especially didn’t let them touch you. They wanted answers, needed to know why.

But as soon as the door closed behind you, you snapped.

“It was nice getting attention for once you know!”

That shut them up quickly. Bokuto looked downright shocked, lips held open in a silent gasp while Ushijima still held that blank expression of his. He was going to be the first one to speak but you cut him off, finally letting the tears slip-free.

“I know you two are busy! I know that I signed up for it. But it’s been too much— I’ve been so so lonely... and no one ever seems to notice! Neither of you! I just— I miss my boys, I miss you two so much and it’s not fair... it’s not fair to feel this lonely when I have you both...”

Your voice faded with a small crack, the tears now pooling from your eyes. You tried your best to wipe them away, body beginning to tremble as all the feelings hit you at once. You felt bad yelling at them, seeing their looks of shock. But it was now or never, you had to get it out.

Arms were around you, and you had to blink out a couple tears to realize it was Ushijima who had pulled you in so close. One of his large palms cupped the back of your head, pressed you into his chest with a small little hum.

“Love... sorry you’ve been feeling this way—“

“Why didn’t you just tell us Birdy! We love you so much you know!” Bokuto was quick to follow suit, joining in on the hug which only seemed to make you more emotional. Finally being encased in their warmth, feeling their arms over yours. It was everything you had been wanting.

“I-I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.. and then I just got in my head... I thought maybe you two d-didn’t want—“

“Shush...” Ushijima murmured, not even allowing you to finish that sentence. He pulled away just enough so you could look both of them in the eyes. Bokuto was giving you a small little smile, hoping it would make those tears of yours go away, while Ushijima just sighed, smoothed his palm over your cheek to wipe away tears with his thumb.

“Baby, we love you so much, please don’t ever doubt that okay?” He made sure you nodded before continuing. “We’re sorry, sorry for making you feel unwanted.”

“So so sorry Birdy! I just love ya— well of course we both do but, I just love ya so so much!” Bokuto said with enthusiasm, his smile growing when you let out a little giggle. You wiped away the remainder of your tears, chest a bit shaky as you looked between your two boys. You could see, how genuinely sorry they were. You knew deep down that they would never stop loving you, but hearing it, seeing it on their faces, made the weight that had been sitting in your chest lift.

“I love you both... love you, Bo, love you Ushi...”

“Tonight will be all about you pretty bird, all night just for you,” Bokuto said, pulling you back into a hug that you happily got swallowed into. Ushi nodded in agreement, his palm smoothing over the back of your head as you swayed in Bokuto’s embrace.

❦ ❦ ❦ ❦

The evening really had been all about you. From the way Bokuto carried you bridal style into your shared apartment, to the way Ushijima had slowly stripped you in front of the full-length mirror, murmuring in your ear all his favourite parts of your lovely body. Now you were situated in Ushijima’s lap, naked body covered in a light layer of sweat as your chest rose and fell at a quick pace.

“P-Please Sir, want more, need more.” Your voice was nothing more than a whine that was easily shushed by Ushijima. His thick thighs tensed a bit around your own, pulling your legs further apart in the process. “Be patient baby girl, want you to feel every inch of Daddy’s cock.”

Bokuto was struggling to go slow as well, the urge to just thrust wildly into your perfect cunt filling his chest. The look Ushijima shot him told him to keep up this slow pace, for you. So he went in just another inch, making the two of you groan in unison.

“That’s it...” Ushijima’s voice was huskier than usual, large hand palming at your chest as he nodded His eyes were glued to your splitting pussy. “Another inch Bo, just one.”

And it went on just like that until Bokuto’s hips kissed the backs of your thighs, his head rolled back in a pleased moan as you squirmed in Ushijima’s grip. “Beautiful...” Ushi mumbled, his palm slithering down your body to rest on the bulge left in your stomach by Bokuto’s cock. You whimpered at the touch, cheeks feeling hot as his hand slid down to your pussy, traced the way your lips stretched around Bokuto’s throbbing length.

“You’re so stretched around Daddy’s cock baby, you see that? See how Bo can just split you open?” He took hold of your jaw with his free hand, making sure you were looked down at your full pussy. “S-see it Sir, and it feels so good.”

“Fuck yeah it does, this pretty pussy was made for me.” Bokuto rumbles out, his muscles tensing as he suddenly jutted his hips, his tip slapping against your cervix and making you yelp. Ushijima tsked at that, brows furrowing a bit as he snatched one of Bokuto’s hands, made him press it into the place where you and him met. “You need to be patient to Bo, just appreciate how little our baby is, how her perfect cunny stretches just for us. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Bokuto was basically drooling, his fingers pressing along the bulge on your tummy, the one he made. He licked his lips, before a grin curled on his handsome face. “It’s so so wonderful, the best fucking cunt ever. Going to fill you up over and over again tonight pretty girl, make sure you're stuffed absolutely full of Toshi and I so you never doubt again just how much we love you.”

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 1

***This...This is glorious. Oh ho, I will most definitely give you this fic @millenniumofpain! I will do so gladly! Thanks for sending in this great request!***

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE, Part Four: HERE

You growled to yourself, angrily wiping tears from your face, as you marched away from the House of Lamentation, away from your partners.

Well, you said marching. It was more of a stumble what with the way your intoxicated brain could barely walk forward. You wished you could say you didn't know how things got like this, but the evidence had been there all along. It was in the slow build of tensions that increased and increased until they overflowed. It was in the way everyone would bite their tongues more and more frequently rather than communicating their thoughts.

Everyone had little things about the relationship between the eight of you that bothered them, and no one said a word until the words could no longer be held back.

It all started after you came back from clubbing way past curfew with Asmodeus.

The two of you were definitely drunk and were giggling messes as you did your best to hold the other up.

You both jumped when the hallway light turned on to reveal Lucifer and the others waiting there for you.

You bit back a sob as you thought of the vicious words that came out of their mouths.

"You're so reckless! Do you know what could've happened to a human like you this late at night in this state?! For Diavolo's sake MC, I expected this behaviour from Asmodeus, but I expected more from you!" Lucifer shouted Asmodeus groaned and leaned against you. "We were just having some fun. It's my date night. Don't get your wings in a twist." Beelzebub glared at him. "Just because it's your date night with MC doesn't excuse you putting them in danger. You couldn't even defend yourself right now, forget about defending them!" You frowned and stepped forward. "Guys relax. Nothing happened." Mammon scoffed, "That's always how it is with you! You think that just because nothin' has happened to ya that it's fine. You ain't invincible MC. Gah, it's like you're just throwin' ya self into dangerous situations just to get us to come to save ya again!" Satan raised an eyebrow at Mammon's comments and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe that's what they want. Attention. Is that the real reason why you keep being so reckless?" he tsks and scowls at you, "If you wanted attention MC you could've asked one of your seven boyfriends." You looked at them all with wide eyes. "Wha- I do NOT do all of this for attention!" Levi snarled, "Then why do you do it? Huh? Why else would you get drunk in one of the most notorious clubs in the Devildom? Why else would you date all seven of the Lords of the Devildom?" You stepped back as though you had been slapped by Levi's words. You glanced around at the others, but no one rose to your defence. You met Belphie's gaze hoping, that maybe as the only one to have not spoken up, that he'd be on your side. He just snickered and gave you a perplexed look. "What? Don't expect me to step in. You got yourself in this mess." You stood shocked and hurt; almost unwilling to believe that your partners, the people who you thought loved you unconditionally, verbally attacked you. Anger bubbled and boiled inside of you until you couldn't contain it anymore. "If you guys have such a problem with it, then maybe I won't depend on you anymore! I'm reckless, yeah, I admit, but I never did it for attention and I certainly never put myself in danger just so you all could play the hero," you turned your anger to Leviathan, "And in case you forgot, you all agreed to date me! I thought it was because you all loved me as much as I loved you but apparently fucking not! So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave now like the attention-driven child that you all think I am!"

Not your classiest moment, but you didn't care. It was clear you weren't wanted at the time, and you were too tired to handle the brutal words that they were throwing at you. So you left. Which brought you here, stumbling your way towards Purgatory Hall, drunk, and sobbing as you shivered from the cold Devildom air. You could just see the shape of the Hall ahead of you when you suddenly tripped and found yourself tumbling to the ground. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the ground. You groaned and turned yourself over to inspect the injuries. "Just when the night couldn't get any worse," "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You stiffened as three demons came out of the woods around you and began circling you like vultures about to swoop in on their prey. The tallest one snickered. "Looks like the Lords' little pet strayed too far from its masters. Lucky us~"

A shorter, rounder one smiled sharply as drool trickled from its mouth. "Their loss, our gain," it leaned forward and inhaled deeply before sighing in pleasure. "Oh, get a whiff of that fear~ Just, delicious! Do you think it's true when they say that human tears really do add seasoning to its meat?" You tried to scramble away from it, as your heart pounded in your chest, but yelped as your back bumped against a curvier one. Its long nails dug into your shoulders as it secured its hands near your neck. "Only one way to find out." You were in trouble. These demons clearly had no intention of letting you go. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. You jammed the heel of your palms against the back of the wrists of the demon that holding you down, while you leaned backwards away from it. You were able to get just enough slack to roll away from the demon before jumping back to your feet. You were still surrounded, but at least now you weren't defenceless on the ground. Progress.

You did your best snarl, one that you and Mammon had jokingly practiced together one day, and glared fiercely at them. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I could have you all killed with just a snap of my fingers. You have one chance to run away, or I promise you that no one will ever be able to find your sorry corpses."

The tall one laughed and smirked at you. "And what exactly are you going to do? Scratch us with your blunt little nails? Bite us with your flat teeth?" The round one perked and began to hop excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Maybe they'll summon the lords to do it for them! Such a pathetic thing doesn't stand a chance on its own."

The curvy one wore a sickening grin as it leaned down mockingly at you. "So, you gonna call your guard dogs or what?"

You froze. You couldn't summon the brothers. Technically, you could, but not at this moment. Not after that fight. They had basically screamed at you about how they were tired of you getting yourself into situations exactly like this and then come crying to them for help. And what did you do? Take off and prove them right. They didn't want to be your heroes. They didn't want you.

You were on your own in this, and there was no way you could fight and win. Without a second thought, you turned towards Purgatory Hall and ran. The laughter of the demons rang behind menacingly. You barely got five steps away before a set of claws slashed deep into your ankle. You screamed out as you collapsed roughly to the ground, making your forehead against the dirt road.

You twisted onto your side to see the round demon drooling over your heavily bleeding leg with a nearly psychotic expression. "I love it when they try to run." That was the only warning you got before it sunk its razor-sharp teeth into your calf. You wailed loudly in pain as you used your other foot to try and kick the demon off of you, but it wasn't so willing to let go of its meal. The tall one grabbed your arm, bending you foreword as it roughly folded it behind your back. You cried out as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket and nausea swirl in your stomach. "Not so tough now, are you?" It purred in your ear as it licked the tears off of your cheeks. You choked on your sobs as it roughly bit into the flesh on your collar, and weakly struggled in its grasp. "Let go of me! H-Help! Somebody! Help me!"

The curvy one finally approached you, burying its fingers into your hair before harshly yanking your head towards it. You screamed before it slapped its clawed hand across your face. Bile threatened to rise out of your throat as you felt your own blood drip down your cheek.

Spots began to blur your vision as the demon leered down at you with its menacing eyes. You felt your stomach drop as a realization hit you. This was how you would die.

You whimpered as you thought of the brothers, and how you never got to even kiss them or tell them goodbye one final time. Hell, you didn't even get to see them smile at you. Instead, you were reminded that you could never be what they needed you to be.

You would die scared, in pain, and unloved.

The curvy demon laughed as it wrapped its hands around your throat. You struggled to breathe and whined as, for just a moment, you saw Belphegore choking you to death once more, and not this monster. You morbidly thought that it was only fitting for you to be killed the same way twice. The demon leaned closer to you, demanding that you meet its un-naturally yellow eyes as it smiled. "You realize it now don't you? That this is your death bed? That no one is coming for the pathetic little human. I bet no one would even-" Before it could finish its sentence a blindingly bright beam burst across the side of its face sending it flying across the ground. You could hear the other demon curse and began to take off as two voices shouted and more bright flashes were sent in their direction. As your vision began to fade, you saw tear-filled, innocent blue eyes look down at you and a small mouth framed by chubby cheeks try to speak. But it was too late. With a final whine, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind plummet into darkness. ***This request is just evil and I love it. There will be a part two. So stay tuned for more pain. Hope you enjoyed it @millenniumofpain! Thank you for allowing me to write this!!***

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Title- 'To win her back' part three

Part one - Part two - part four:pre-date nights - Elijah's date night - Klaus's date night - Kol's date night - Rebekah's date night

Pairing- Poly!Mikaelsons x Human!Reader

Warnings: Cute babies and Mikaelsons, insecurities, Hayley being a bitch,

It was going smoothly as you and the boys settled in perfectly while Mikaelsons took to rebuilding their relationship with you every seriously. You also couldn't help but notice how Hayley would stare you down when you would come over with the boys.

"Yeah there we are little one. Henrik, you can walk to papa." You heard Elijah coo from your livingroom as he had been getting the boys to walk. While Oliver took to it easily, Henrik was more slow to trying to walk.

Henrik saw you and walked to you passing Elijah who watched the boy be picked up by you. It was clear to Elijah that Henrik adored you and more willing to do things if you were in the room.

"He is mama's boy." Kol said laying on his abdomen letting Oliver climb on him as you laughed making Henrik laugh.

"Well Hen is more needy than Ollie." You say setting Henrik down watching him crawl to Elijah.

"Is he now?" Elijah asked as your door opened Klaus and Rebekah walked in with Hayley following carrying three year old Hope.

"Hello love." Klaus said kissing your cheek and Rebekah sat on the couch getting Oliver's attention.

"Hey. You know you guys didn't have to come over."

"It is their first Thanksgiving love. We are family." Klaus said as you smiled getting back to cooking. Hayley passed Hope to Klaus following after you.

"I'm surprised you are still here." Hayley said as you checked the turkey then looked at her.

"Why?"

"Well you have a track record of leaving. I still think they shouldn't have jumped in bed with you." Hayley tells you as you stared at her shocked. You had yet to sleep with any of your lovers since having the boys you were a little insecure.

Unlike Hayley, you still had your baby weight and had always pulled away from them if things got too intimate which they understood more than happy to cuddle.

"Hayley.....I am not going to leaving."

"Right. Look I'm watching you so don't slip up. After all Elijah deserves better. They deserve better." Hayley tells you looking you over before walking out as you both were unaware that the Originals heard everything.

"Need help my little wife. No offense to Hayley but we would like to have ebile food." Rebekah says stepping pass Hayley as you brighten up seeing Rebekah.

"Yes, Hayley hasn't been any help." You tell the blonde Original who happily helped you. Hayley walked out to the living room seeing Klaus sitting with Hope who was playing with Oliver while Henrik was clinging to Elijah.

"Not helping Hayley?" Kol teased as Hayley glared at him sitting down in a chair. Elijah chuckled as Henrik was standing in his lap.

"Kol, Hayley only burned down the kitchen once." Elijah says standing hearing a knock on the door. Henrik whined when Elijah tried putting the baby down.

"Hello Freya, Keelin. Come in." Elijah says opening the door holding a every clingy Henrik.

"Hey there baby boy." Freya says as Henrik let her take them from Elijah as she and Keelin walked in. Hayley couldn't help but feel like that the Mikaelsons gave into you too easily now that they were having Thanksgiving together.

"How has Oliver and Henrik been?"

"Good, heathly. Oliver seems more active than Henrik though." Elijah says sitting next to Freya watching Henrik stand using her hands.

"And how is Y/N?" Keelin asked watching the Mikaelson brothers freeze a moment this caught Hayley's attention.

"Y/N is good. Though she seems to shy away from intimacy."

"Well she did had two kids. Maybe she is feeling a little insecure. How about me and Freya watch the boys and each of you come with different date nights to take her out make her feel special."

Elijah looked at Kol and Klaus as they thought over Keelin's idea as you popped your head out walking over hearing Henrik whine for you.

"Hey Keelin and Freya glad you could make it. Can someone set the table?" You asked picking up Henrik as Kol stood up to set the table as you went back into the kitchen.

"Hello Henrik." Rebekah cooed softly as Henrik smiled babbling at her taking him from you so you could set the food out. After place the food out you went to your bedroom to quickly get dress. You put on a beautiful cocktail dress with a flowy skirt.

Slipping on a pair of heels you paused catching yourself in the mirror noticing how good you looked. You smiled walking out giggling when Kol met you at the end of the hallway hugging you.

"Dinner looks good love."

"Thank you Nik." You said smiling as Elijah pulled out a chair for you then sitting next to you. Dinner went well as it was nice for the family to relax.

"Me and Kol will put the boys to bed." Rebekah tells you as they picked up Oliver and Henrik so you moved to do the dishes.

"I got it baby." Elijah tells you as Klaus sat you down taking off your heels cuddling you on the couch. You buried your face in the hybrid's neck relaxing against them.

"Night guys."

"Goodnight Freya, Keelin." You muttered as they left smiling. Hayley looked at her phone then stood up taking a sleeping Hope with her.

"Elijah, leaving. Ready to go?"

"I'm staying here for the night Hayley." Elijah says stepping out of the kitchen drying his hands with a dish towel. Rebekah and Kol walked out from the boy's bedroom kissing your head telling their Goodnights.

"I thought Rebekah and Kol was staying night?" Hayley said frowning when Elijah sat with you and Klaus.

"Rebekah is doing an early shopping trip and Kol said he needed to meet with Davina."

"They didn't want to disturb our beloved." Klaus said smiling feeling you falling asleep and Hayley huffed leaving the apartment. Both Elijah and Klaus frowned but you pulled their attention when you muttered something half asleep.

"I love you both. Sorry if I hurt you all."

"Don't apologize baby. We are at fault not you, I love you too." Elijah whispered leaning over kissing along your neck as Klaus laced his fingers with yours.

"Elijah is right love. Never apologize for leaving. I love you more."

"Okay....Hayley just....corner me in the kitchen.....making me feel guilty." You muttered as Elijah looked at Klaus both frowning.

"Baby, we are the ones to feel guilty." Elijah said standing up and then picked you up taking you to bed with Klaus following.

"You all...are too...good to me."

"No love. You are too good to us." Klaus says helping you get dress in a nightie then getting sandwiched between Elijah and Klaus. You buried your face into Klaus's neck as Elijah nuzzled the back of your neck.

"Goodnight my loves." You mumble against Klaus's neck get quiet Goodnights back. As you three relaxed falling asleep as you were unaware of the Mikaelsons little plans.

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