#oh uh what is the name of the order poly

[sillysnaildraws]

Ivor sometimes flirts in Russian or something...

[hellvcifer]

CARING FOR YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK— ଘ drabbles ┆part 1

ft. pairings :: blitzø, stolas, poly!fizz/ozzie, poly!moxxie/millie // gn!reader wc :: 4.3k note :: i am still trying to flush out this sickness! it's awful but here's some more drabbles. ozzie and fizzy's is so long omg i have fizzmodeus brain rot and got carried away !! warnings :: canon typical language, pet names used instead of y/n (darling, dear, honey, bunny, babe, baby, pumpkin, sweetie), reader throws up, descriptions of throwing up, blitzø using insults as pet names, a little suggestive (blitzø and fizzmodeus)

꒰ BLITZØ ꒱

Moxxie held the phone away from his ear as he heard you trail into another coughing fit. “Can you please just tell him I can’t make it in today?” 

“You should really call him yourself.” He paced, worry etched into his brow. Millie glanced at him in concern. “If I tell him you’re sick–”

“Dont!” Your plugged nose filtered your voice. “Don’t tell him I’m sick…”

“What, why?” Moxxie paused, thinking about his boss and what exactly could happen if he were to say something. “Nevermind.” He shook his head. “What exactly am I supposed to tell him?”

“Tell who, what?” 

“Gyah!” Moxxie jolted, phone flying out of his hand as he zipped to turn and face his boss. Blitzø entered, eyes scanning the room. “Uh, nothing, Sir!”

“As much as I would love to tear you a new hole and fuck it, Mox, I have more important matters. Like finding out where the fuck my assistant is.” He frowned, realizing you hadn’t shown up yet. 

“Oh, uh, right!” Moxxie glanced at Millie, searching for some sort of answer.

“Out!” She spoke up, hands slamming on the table as she stood from her seat. “Told us to let you know! Something about picking up a recent order made for an upcoming client.”

“Fuck yeah!” Blitzø grinned before glaring, “See Mox, that’s how you get shit done. Instead of sitting here on your ass, jerking off.” 

“What? But Sir–”

“Anyways!” He strutted past the two and waltzed into his office. “Don’t bother me, I’ve got important shit I’m doing in here!” His words were followed by the slam of the door. Moxxie and Millie shared eye contact before releasing a relieved sigh.

Blitzø immediately walked over to his desk, lounging back in his chair and kicking his feet up. The place felt a bit off without you around. Typically, you two would sneak off into his office to hang out or mess around when you didn’t have any client work. 

He opened the drawers and saw the makeshift mini-figures he created of Millie, Moxxie, and you. A huge grin appeared on his lips, tongue sticking out happily. He knows exactly how to pass the time until you get back in the office. 

Except, you hadn’t come into the office for the rest of the day. Which okay, sure, you’re probably busy. But, eventually the one day turned into two; and then three; and now four. He stared down at his phone, seeing the last text you sent him five days ago. He really meant to send something, to check up on you. But would you even care if you hadn’t reached out to him first?

His eyes widened, jaw falling slack at the thought. That is until he heard Millie call out your name in an excited tone. He smiled instantly and jumped his desk, nearly ripping the door to his office off the hinges. 

“Fucking finally you show up!” He leaned against the frame, a smirk appearing on his face with his brow raised. Until he couldn’t find you. “What the–”

Millie was huddled over Moxxie’s shoulder, looking down at her phone in his hands. Loona was chilling at her desk watching videos on her own phone. “Oh, sorry, Sir. We just got a text… That’s all.”

They got a text? And not him? He gritted his teeth. “Okay, what the fuck do you– I mean. I’m the boss so– Fuck! You know what! They’re fired! See how they get by without a job, that Ass fucker.” 

“Uh, Blitzø?” Millie tried to calm him down. “You’re not actually gonna fire–”

“Oh don’t you worry your little head about it, Millie!” He stomped into a pace in front of the white board. “I’ll find out wherever the fuck they’ve been hiding and make sure–”

Loona’s phone went off, interrupting Blitzø’s rampage. Everyone stopped to look at her when she picked it up. “Hey… Yeah… You need more? Already? Yeah that’s fine… I’ll see you soon.” She hung up. The silence in the room caused her eyes to slide over to the others. They all blinked at her. 

“Oh no! You’re not going to see anyone missy!” Blitzø wagged his finger at her. She stood up, weight shifting to one side as she jutted her hip out. “Not until we find out where my shit face assistant is hiding!” 

“Are you serious?” Loona frowned at him. “They’re at their apartment.” 

“What.”

“I’ve been dropping stuff off these past few days while–”

“Oh that sexy dick sucker is gonna fucking pay!” He stormed out, not even hearing the rest of what Loona was going to say. She huffed.

“I’m not dealing with that.” She sat down in her chair again and went back to her phone. As much as she didn’t mind helping you while you recovered, she wasn’t going to try to interfere with the relationship you had with her dad. 

You felt your body tense at the loud noise heard from beyond your bedroom. Someone had knocked on your front door. You churned it up to one of your neighbors or someone with the wrong address and slowly closed your eyes once more.

The incessant banging prevented you from falling back to sleep. Now, a familiar voice had tacked on to the noise and caused you to let out a groan.

“Alright Dipshit, I know you’re in there! Open up the fuck up!” 

Knowing he’d eventually bust the door off the hinges or break the window, you arose from your sickened bedding and shuffled towards the front door with your blanket. “Go away!” You shouted, followed by a few short coughs. That stopped his thumping. 

“Gross, why the fuck do you sound like that?” 

“Oh fuck you, Blitzø!” You really had zero patience. The past few days your flu has only been getting worse. Loona tried to help out with the few things she brought over but whatever sickness you had was stubborn as hell. 

It was quiet… You encircled your blanket tighter around you as you got closer to the door, looking through the peephole and seeing that he was no longer there. Damn. Guess that worked. Which was odd knowing Blitzø.

“What the shit is this?!” Shouting came from your bedroom, followed by shuffling feet and your door slamming open to reveal the person you thought had left. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Oh my Satan.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to your couch, feeling yourself become overly hot. “You can’t just break in when I don’t open the door!” You relinquished your blanket while sitting down. “I told you to leave!” 

“Yeah right!” He strutted over. “Just tell me the real reason you’re avoiding me!” Your eyes widened.

“What?”

“You may think your sorry ass was gonna get away with this,” He began pacing in front of your couch. “But I’ve got you all figured out.” He gestured wildly with his words.

“Blitzø.”

 “Texting with M&M… having my own Loonie visit you… not talking with me at all!”

“Blitzø!”

 “You really think it could go on without me–”

“I’m sick you dumbass!” You shouted and spurred a few coughs from you. He paused, slowly turning towards you. He finally took a real good look at your form. Runny nose that was rubbed to dry, bleary eyes, sunken cheeks. 

His eyes widened. “You mean… You didn’t just play hooky to avoid me?”

“No!” You shook your head. “Satan no, I would love to be at work right now.”

Blitzø sighed and glanced at your bedroom, seeing the trail of snotty tissues he pushed through to get to your living room. “Well that explains those.” 

You tried to smile, though it came off wearily. “Not to mention, I’ve thrown up twice already.” He glanced back at you. “And that’s just today!” It was quiet as he peered at the floor. 

He walked over, sitting next to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes met his, seeing them drill into your own with a hidden desire of curiosity and… hurt.

“Because…” You glanced away. “Clients have been slow… And, when I saw the rush of appointments we had this week, I didn’t want anything to mess it up or… Be in the way.” You squeezed your hands around your arms.

You felt something gently encircling your waist before yanking you closer to Blitzø. You peered down to see the tip of his tail. He rested his head against your own, sighing. “Fucking idiot.” He whispered. And although it was an insult, you know that it was from a place of endearment.

You scoffed a laugh before poking him in the chest. “You’ll get sick.”  You tried to push him away. He merely brushed your hands away and pulled you closer to him. 

“Fuck it, a few days off of work doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Except I’ll be the one that has to take care of your whiny ass when you do get sick.” 

He glanced at you. “Damn… your raspy voice is making my dick so hard right now.” He wiggled his eyebrows a few times. “Wanna fuck?” He smirked.

Leaning in, you feel a flutter within your stomach.“Oh~ Blitzø.” You whined, eyes half-lidded. Your cheeks filled with liquid before releasing the contents of your soup from earlier. Chunks flew onto his lap and all over the couch. The horrid taste coated your tongue as leftover bile leaked down your chin.

Blitzø sighed, slowly pushing your heaving face away from his dick. “Yeah I probably deserved that.”

꒰ STOLAS ꒱

The bird prince had just finished preparing himself, placing his crown on and taking one last glance in the mirror. He would be meeting you soon and wanted to look his best considering you both would be spending the whole day together. His phone buzzed and he chirped with excitement. He made quick steps over to his phone with a smile. That is, until he saw your text.

Stolas honey, I can’t make it. I’m so sorry.  I think I’ve caught some kind of flu. Can we reschedule?

He felt his brows crease immediately, frown sinking its way onto his lips. “Flu?” He questioned. Well this wasn’t good at all. His fingers immediately began typing.

Hello darling, I’m so sorry to hear that… Perhaps we could be together even while you're sick. A little company while feeling ill always seems to help me.  Would you like it if I came over? I could help take care of you while you recover. I don’t mind really, I just want to make sure you have everything you need to feel better. Of course, we don’t have to if you don’t want to

He anxiously awaited a reply, pacing across his room in front of his vanity. Did he come off too needy? Maybe he should have just wished you to feel better and be on his way. But how could he when his loved one is feeling sick? He saw that you read the messages and were currently typing. The bubbles went away a few times and with each passing second, he felt his stomach twist with nerves.

I really want to see you…  But I would hate for you to get sick :(

His response back was almost immediate.

No problem at all darling, I promise. A little sickness won’t harm me. I’ll see you in a few <3

After reading his text back, you wearily smiled. As much as you wanted to tell him not to come, in fear of him catching whatever bug you had, you were desperately hoping to see him today. Things had been hectic in both of your schedules so it had been awhile since you two had seen each other. Let alone have time to go out and do activities together. 

And of course, Satan was a bitch and chose today of all days to curse you. Or should you say, this entire week he’s been testing your limit. It started out as a small cough and runny nose. It might have gone away faster if you weren’t so stubborn, but that little bit turned into a full blown, body ache and fever. 

You laid back down in your bed, placing your phone on your bedside table and sighing. It will be nice to see Stolas, that’s for sure. Having been away from him for so long was taking its toll on you. He really did recharge your draining battery. You closed your eyes, thinking about his caring nature and loving words. Oh to see him will possibly end this sickness instantly.

Stolas pulled his phone out and texted that he had arrived. He grabbed the bags from his car and waved his chauffeur away. The car drove off as he walked up to your door. He knocked a few times, hoping it wouldn’t be much trouble for you to answer. “Darling?” He called out but received no answer. The prince called your cell but again, no answer. He huffed, wondering if you decided on not wanting to see him. Or what if… You were really sick. So sick that you were dying! 

Stolas broke in immediately, feet trailing through your place as if he lived there. He found his way into your bedroom, opening the door and seeing you in bed. A long breath escaped his worried lungs, feeling relief when he saw your chest moving in a deep sleep as he walked over.

“Oh, my dear.” He placed a hand on his chest, kneeling down to the side of your bed. Stolas felt an ache grow within his heart as he gazed at your form. Sweaty, shaking, breathless. You appeared tired even as you slept. “My darling, why would you push yourself like this.” He could simply tell that you didn’t get sick today alone, but were most likely not taking care of yourself as you should have been.

His hand reached out, caressing your overly warm forehead before raking his fingers lightly along your scalp. The motion slowly brought you awake, eyes fluttering open to see your lover aside your bed. 

“Stolas.” You smiled dreamily before realizing he had arrived. You pushed yourself up. “Oh my goodness, I feel asleep!” Your eyes were wide as your outburst shocked him. Sitting up so quickly, you felt pressure bloom in your head and held it. “Ow…”

“Careful, dear.” He placed a hand on your leg, circling it to soothe you with some comfort. “I’m here now. You don’t have to worry your sick–” He booped your nose. “–little head about anything.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

꒰ ASMODEUS & FIZZAROLLI ꒱

“Hm?” You felt your blurred vision focus on the jester in front of you, headache making itself even more prominent the more you tried to will it away. 

“Agree with my choice for dinner after the show tonight!” He bounced in place, arms motivating his movements. 

“Oh, uh… Yeah sure.” You stood up and quickly walked over to your vanity, a shaky hand reaching out for the edge as you sat. Asmodeus and Fizz watched as your behavior was completely different from how you typically were before a night at Ozzie’s.

“Oh Honey~” Oz's sultry voice dug into your skull. “Something the matter?” He asked, cautious of your emotions. You shook your head, a strained smile appearing on your lips. 

“Not at all!” Heat rushed over your face, a sweat now brewing from an oncoming fever. “Just nervous for tonight. The new routine and all.” You glanced away.

“Aw, our little Bunny is all shakin’ up?” Ozzie walked over, his finger caressing your chin and tilting your face to look up at him. “That don’t sound right at all~” He smirked, though you could see the underlying worry in his eyes as they dipped at the corners.

Sleek metal arms squeezed around you and brought you into a tight hug. “Don’t worry, Babe! If you forget a step or two, just look at me and I’ll help you out.” He wagged his eyebrows at you, tongue sticking out of his upturned lips.

You let out a nervous laugh, feeling the sweat begin to build up on your forehead. “Yeah, thanks, Fizzy.” He leaned in, cheeks squishing together as you both glanced at yourselves in the mirror. The clammy coating on your skin dug into your mind. You worried he might feel just how warm you were becoming due to your fever. You recoiled quickly. “Uh, I think it’s time!” You grabbed your matching cap n’ bells and placed it on your head.

Fizz was saddened at your reaction, peaking at Oz to see if he felt the weird tension coming off of you. As much as he wanted to push for more, he worried that he would upset you. But he couldn’t just let you go without doing something. “Hey.” Fizz grabbed your shoulders, turning you towards him oh so gently, his voice softening. “Are you really okay?” His eyes dewed as his lips pulled into pout. 

Your head tilted to the side, bells jingling as you did. “Yes, yes! Of course!” You released a heavy breath, stomach churning. “I’m fine! Totally fine!” Your voice cracked at the end of your words. You stepped closer to the door, escaping your dear Fizzy’s hold. “I’ll get into position now!” You opened the door, beginning to wave at them with your fingers. “Bruise some knees and make them cum, my lustful babes!” 

Finally you were free from the room, air so heavy you felt as if it weighed you down. Breathe. Just breathe. You began climbing the ladder to the catwalk to get into position for the opening act that was supposed to start shortly. Your stomach rolled a few more times with the movement, causing you to clasp a hand around your mouth. You felt the bile raise into your throat with a burp but swallowed it back down. The taste barely coating your tongue. 

Don’t. Puke. Just put on the show and everything will be fine. You grasped the stripper pole in front of you, hearing the introductions begin. Your platform would be lowered down anytime now. Your knuckles tightened around the metal. Breathe. You closed your eyes. 

A jolt sent a shake through your legs as you felt yourself beginning to descend. Slowly, the glowing eyes of the audience came into view, spotlights on you as the music blared loudly. 

“The one! The only!” Fizz spoke into the mic, arm outstretched in your direction. Breathe. Smile. Show time. He screamed your name, you flashed a strained grin and began your routine, singing your solo part. 

It was going fine for the first few minutes. Your duet with Fizz and the routine felt as if it was muscle memory. Until he grabbed your hand and began to spin you, a few times too many than what you had practiced. When he had finished, he sprung onto the opposite side of the stage and continued his performance. But you, on the other hand, were left in a dizzying mess.

You stumbled, trying to hold your bearings as much as possible. The flashing spotlights made things worse the more you tried to focus on not throwing up. Unfortunately, that made everything more difficult. The lights centered on you, awaiting your final high-note. Ozzie watched your hunched over form, his faces frowning in concern.

Fizz peered at you, his smile faltering when he noticed your hand clasped over your mouth and the pained expression you displayed. He took a few steps closer but you bolted off stage, exiting fast behind the curtain. The two remaining snapped to look at each other before Asmodeus flashed away in a heartbeat. 

Fizzy glanced at the crowd, his worrisome face disappeared to the silly grin he always held. He addressed the situation and transitioned to the next act seamlessly, covering for you as if that whole mishap was supposed to happen. He left the stage quickly while the next performance took over. Making his way in the direction you ran off in, he was able to locate you and Ozzie in the bathroom next to the dressing room. Concern etched onto his face as he saw you.

Oz had shifted to his smaller form, hand caressing your back as your head hovered the toilet bowl. “Ahw, it's okay baby. Let it out.” Sweet velvet tones caressed you in comfort as tears streaked down your face. Fizz’s heels clicked over before he sat down on the other side of you. His metal limbs cool against your heated skin. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I wanted too–” You hiccuped. 

“Hey, hey, calm down, babe.” Fizz spoke gently, petting your head as you leaned into him. “You should have told us you weren’t feeling well.”

“Froggy’s right.” Oz added. “The show means nothing if your health is at risk.” He tilted your face to look at him. “You mean everything to us. You come first.” Your eyes watered at his words, lip quivering. 

“I-I wanna go home.” You sputtered, a hand reaching out to each of them and squeezing tightly. Fizz leaned his head against yours, tail pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll nurse you better, Baby.” He smiled. 

“Sounds like,” You hiccuped, followed by a sniffle. “A fun new roleplay we can try.” You quipped with a smirk.

“And we can wear cute nurse outfits!” Fizzy kicked his feet, tongue blepped at the thought. 

Ozzie stood, shifting to his larger form and grabbing you both in his arms, lifting you. “After Bunny is feeling better, okay you two?”  He shook his head, though an endearing smile remained as he ducked through the door, ready to take his lovers home and get you on your way to recovery. 

꒰ MOXXIE & MILLIE ꒱

“Uh… Babe?”

“Yeah?” Moxxie called from the bathroom, his mouth garbled with the spit from foamy toothpaste.

Millie felt your forehead with the back of her hand, noticing your abnormal body temperature almost immediately. “Our little Pumpkin is burning up right now.”

“What?” He spat the extra fluoride into the sink and ran out into the bedroom. He saw you still in bed, body curled up and face scrunched in pain. “Oh, crumbs.” He quickly got closer, sitting on the mattress and copying his wife’s actions. His brows dipped in concern as he stared down at you, his other hand going to your shoulder and rubbing softly. 

“We’ll have to call in.” Millie bit her lip, brows furrowing. “We can’t go to work and leave ‘em here alone.”

“You’re right, Sweetie.” He stood back up. “I’ll call and look for some ibuprofen to help with the fever.”

“I’ll fix up some tea.” Millie leaned over, her lips gently placing a kiss on your clammy forehead before she walked away into the kitchen.

“Wait!” You tried sitting up even though there was an immense amount of pressure in your head. They both looked at you worriedly. “Don’t stay home…” Millie came and sat next to you, her hand rubbing your back as you held your head in discomfort. “I can take care of myself, okay?” You looked at her. “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, honey.” Her eyes stared at you, taking in every bit of your face. “We know that. And before you were with us, that may have been what you’re used to. But ‘round here we take care of each other.” She leaned in, forehead kissing yours as you both closed your eyes at the contact. Moxxie sighed at the scene, his hands hovering his heart. 

He walked closer. “And we’ll always be here.” He kneeled on the bed, scooting closer before kissing your cheek. “We’re taking the day off. No matter what you try to say to convince us not to.” He smiled gently before grabbing his cell and returning to his task from before. 

You melted at both of their actions, the care and comfort they offered so endlessly being a new feeling to you. Typically, you’d get sick and fight through it on your own. Sleeping in bed and rotting until it finally flushed itself from your system. But this was a completely different feeling, one that you’re slowly getting used to and relishing in the affection.

Moxxie called your boss and through a shit ton of convincing, he was finally able to get Blitzø to agree and let the three of you have the day off. It was basically the entire staff for I.M.P. that wasn’t going to show up for the day, so obviously he was pissed.

Millie walked in and handed you some tea while Moxxie came over with some medication in his hand. “This should help with your fever.” You were able to take them easily and sipped your tea. 

“Need anything else right now, Sweetie?” Millie asked. You shook your head, slowly handing the tea back.

“I kinda wanna just sleep right now.” You muttered, glancing at the covers over your legs.

“Mind if we join you?” She smiled softly, her voice quiet to not make things any worse. “A little cuddle session always makes you and Moxxie feel better.”

“I don’t want you two getting sick.” You glanced between them. “As much as I would love to.”

“Well, technically we already slept together last night.” Moxxie began before crawling under the covers and getting situated on his side of the bed. 

“That’s right!” Millie followed his actions, scooting you over so you were in between them. “If we get sick, then we’ll be sick together.” She snuggled right into your side, her tail looping around you and Mox and squeezing tightly. You felt another warm sensation crawl across your skin though this time, it wasn’t due to your fever. You sighed, eyes fluttering shut, feeling your lovers’ arms circle around you.

An odd sound was heard from the ceiling before a hefty lump landed onto the bed. Everyone's eyes shot open to see a familiar person.

“Sir!?” Moxxie called out, voice raised. 

“Fuck this shit!” Blitzø got up and stormed out of the bedroom. “I thought yall would be porking it up in a sexy threeway!”

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[murkystarlight]

There's a lot of dynamics. So I have dynamics, headcanons whatever really for the new order as couples or... something close(not doing any with Jesse though... Too many different ones that I got to write if I do Jesse. Srry)(or poly. Again, too many variables to write) and most of these are rare pairs ig

It's just me talking random stuff :]

Don't take them seriously

Uh... who do I start with-

Okay. Olivia and Petra (olivtra?)

I'll start with that.

Yeah, so... it's cute. I like this one quite a bit actually. I can imagine something like.. Olivia needing rescoreses on a project and Petra, without a single thought, runs out and comes back in a few hours(sometimes a day or two) with what she needs. And Petra handing them to Olivia with a proud smile on her face while Olivia also looks at her with a warm smile. But also a bit concerned cause she might be hurt. And if Petra IS hurt, Olivia would probably start tending her wounds while muttering stuff like "you idiot. I could have just gotten them from a store" and Petra just laughs it off.

They would cuddle a lot(+forehead kisses from Petra)(then Olivia chuckles and kisses her back)(oh god- what am I doing). And Petra loves playing with Olivia's hair 😌

They're very open about the relationship from the beginning. Probably starts flirting in the middle of a conversation with a whole crowd watching-

Next combo, Axel and Petra (...wait. hold on-- nvm. I can't find a ship name for this)

They're both a bit chaotic. Right? So they would do each other's interest often. Like Petra going to see Axel in Boomtown and having fun with him off on the side somewhere, or sneaking out together to go on a quick adventure or just talk. Sneaking around the griefers can get a bit difficult, but sometimes they make an appearance and just fight with/against the other griefers too. It's all in good fun.

I personally think Petra is good at cooking(and pretty much every other skill to a... an amount) but she isn't great at baking. And Axel on the other hand, great at baking. But cooking.. not as much(still good at it. Just not as good when it's compared to his baking skills). But he also likes to set the kitchen on fire sometimes so he needs someone watching over him. But Petra isn't great at watching over people(and would probably help him burn the place) so they just live off of raw meat and berries. Take out orders daily👏👏

They have a more... playful and friend-like relationship with each other rather than flirty or lovey-dovey shit. That doesn't mean they aren't lovey-dovey though. These cuties would have so much fluff when put in the right situations. I also think that Axel would hold Petra up in his arms a lot, and she really likes that since- he would probably be the only person that could do it(since she is taller than most people). Sometimes she literally crawls onto his shoulders and sticks there for hours if she doesn't have anything better to do.

Probably plays a lot of pranks together on others

Next ship! Olivia and Lukas (if you were expecting Petra again, you're WRONG.😈 This is completely random. I just picked the names randomly lol)(anyways- ship name- uh... darn it-)

They give each other book recommendations. I just think they would. Plus, Lukas sometimes helps Olivia with her redstone engineering, and since Lukas isn't as great as Olivia, she sometimes gives him small lessons about it. I gotta admit they would be so cute together 😫

Olivia also gives Lukas feedback on his writing, and Lukas insisted Olivia to try writing too. (I think Olivia would have a diary)

Lukas likes making Olivia small treats to eat while she's working. (And bring her back to reality when she gets into the zone too much)

Either they are trying to keep each other on a healthy schedule, or they both are too immersed in their work and both of them stay up to work for days without food or rest. There's no middle! But after a long time of no-rest working they would cuddle up on the couch and sleep under a comfortable blanket together 🥰🥰

Their relationship would mostly be fluff

This... fourth? one is Axel and Lukas (lukxel)

They would definitely do a lot of baking together! They would share recipes, make new ones and taste each others baked goods. Axel is more into baking pastries or cake(like.. bread-ish?), while Lukas is more into cookies or muffins/cupcakes. Goes on picnics a lot with everything they made 🌸

They have this... uh... 'tradition' where they prank each other. Sometimes things get too heated and they fight. But they make up pretty easily and apologizes.

Lukas isn't a big fan of Boomtown. So Axel sneaks out a lot to see him. But Lukas still tries to go meet Axel himself, instead of relying on Axel to always come out to meet him.

Really tight hugs. (They are both very touchy and affectionate people)

They still kind of hold a grudge on each other for the past, but it's mostly solved. (They made it a joke to tease each other about it)

Okay- last two.

Olivia and Axel (axilivia?)

Not gonna lie. I'm pretty sure I shipped this when I was younger(still kinda do?)

They're like a old bickering couple. They're just too comfortable with each other. They found a nice spot between Boomtown and Redstonia where they can meet up. Even built a small house there so they can chill together. I feel like they would've bonded by being

'no screentime buddies'

*sparkle sparkle*

Axel still tries to scare and play pranks on Olivia. But by now, Olivia's more successful at doing pranks on Axel than Axel is at her(she likes to prank his pranks(??))

Last but not least- Lukas and Petra (luktra)

I'll be honest, I ship them so fricking bad- 😭

They're like a... childhood friends to lovers to a married couple who got divorced five times or smth but somehow still in love and gets back together everytime leaving everyone around them confused

Okay. Thank you for listening (I am happy to yap more about any ships you want me to yap about👐)(and I mean anything)

[feeblescholarmyass]

Prologue

cw: panic attack/extreme anxiety, I swear that y/n isn't this nervous all the time, originally written in 3rd person so there may be some wrong pronouns (she/her for placeholder character)

Sumeru boys x GN!reader (together because y/n is a poly bad bitch)

Hello

"Hi, I'm Y/n! I'm a first year Amurta student in the Akademiya. Hold on, I think someone is calling for me. Coming, Tighnari!"

"I'm not sure this is the best idea anymore. Maybe I should have joined Rhawatist with you instead. What if I don't know anyone? I'm gonna fail." You tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen out of place.

"Don't be silly, Y/n. You belong in Amurta. As much as I'd love for you to be in my classes, I know you'll do better there." Layla smiled reassuringly at you and squeezed your hand tight.

"Okay. If you're sure." You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "We got this."

The sound of Layla's stomach growling interrupted your gathering of confidence. Layla blushed and you crossed your arms over her chest.

"Layla, what was that?"

"Uh, I may have been so excited that I forgot to eat breakfast this morning... Don't be mad!" Layla whimpered, blinking sadly.

You sighed and shook your head. "It's fine. We can go get breakfast. Thank goodness we share a dorm. Otherwise, I don't think you'd ever have a somewhat proper schedule."

"Yes, Y/n. Sorry, Y/n." Layla giggled, pulling you over to a nearby cafe. The pair sat by a window and ordered their breakfast, both too tired to have much of a conversation.

The sound of voices arguing caught their attention.

"Are you an idiot? No, I'm not getting you coffee. You should have slept last night if you wanted to be less tired."

"Oh, then what's your excuse? You just like the taste?"

"No. I acknowledge my own issues with caffeine. I may have a small addiction. But I, unlike someone, can afford to buy it."

"Ugh! You're so infuriating!"

Layla slouched deeper into the cushion of her seat, using her hood to hide her face. You raised an eyebrow at her, asking Layla for answers silently.

"Don't worry about it. They're some upperclassmen. Alhaitham and Kaveh. They're pretty well known, both for their intellect and attitude."

"Oh. Makes sense. They're already so loud." You shrugged, grabbing your smoothie from the waitress and taking a sip.

"Take a seat, you two." A grouchy sounding voice joined in. You glanced up, searching for its owner. Long, silver hair and crimson eyes captivated your attention.

Your fingers itched for your pencils, hidden deep in your bag. He was so pretty. "And who's he?"

"Oh, that's Cyno. I don't know much about him. He's their friend, I think."

"Hm..." You rested your cheek on your palm, watching the group of boys. "And who's that?"

"Tighnari. He's the more mild one in the group, as far as I've heard. I think he's from the same darshan as you." Layla yawned. Her head nodded once, twice, then once more before quiet snores overtook anything else she had to say.

You sighed, moving Layla's food out of the way so she didn't land in it, then helped her lay her head on the table in a somewhat comfortable position so she didn't wake up aching.

"Maybe that will be my first project. I'll make a sleep aid for Layla that she can actually afford. If she agrees to be a test subject, I bet I could give it to her for free in the name of research." You muttered to yourself while twirling your straw around in your smoothie.

When Layla finally woke up, the two of you finished breakfast and hurried to the Akademiya. You now stood in front of the huge main doors, surrounded by fellow students. Layla pulled you to the side, knowing that you both needed some space.

"Okay, you're going to do great Y/n. I'll see you at lunch, yeah?" Layla smiled reassuringly, only slightly less tired than earlier.

"Mhm. Lunch," You muttered distractedly. Your hands were shaking and you felt a little like you might throw up. The thought of lunch made it worse. You were lucky that you had gotten that smoothie down earlier. If you tried eating now, your really would puke.

"Go make some friends in Amurta. You're good at that. You're gonna be the most adorable first year there, you hear me? You're cute, you're confident. The stars never lie." Layla squeezed your hands twice, not letting go first.

You squeezed back and took a deep breath. "Same with you. You'd better make some friends who can keep you awake during class, or at least let you borrow notes."

"We got this," Layla grinned. You grinned back. You let go of each other's hands and began on separate paths to your darshans.

You kept your eyes on the ground, your peripheral vision going just far enough that she could avoid running into others. You knew that if you looked up and saw the vaulted ceiling and crowd of people, the tears you had already fought down would return.

You knew all of this, but you looked up anyway.

"Archons, I can't do this," you whispered, panic overwhelming you. You looked for an exit, anything that would get you out. A familiar face or a room that had a lot less people.

You found a door to a copy room and snuck in, closing the door behind you. You covered your mouth and bit your lip, trying to force the tears to go away.

It didn't work.

You grabbed the chiffon scarf you had worn specifically to distract yourself, tugged it closer around your shoulders and crouched in the corner.

Amidst your panic, you hadn't noticed that the copy room wasn't empty. An older boy watched you silently, shock keeping him quiet.

After some time, you senses started to slowly return to normal. That was when you noticed someone standing in front of you. You breath caught in your throat and you slowly looked up.

The boy with pretty hair and cute animal ears looked at you with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?"

[filmbyjy]

A request for more imagines/reactions of a poly relationship with Jaywon plz

a/n: hmm more jaywon😏 so you guys do have to agree they’d be the best duo for poly relationships. since you didn’t specify, I think headcannons would be the best for this! unless you want an imagine then you know where to come back😉

P.S; i had to write this on my computer or else it would mess the 'read more/keep reading' up🥲

what is like dating jaywon?

how did you, jay and jungwon meet? a short story by filmbyjy

as idols, it was hard for jungwon and jay to really go out as normal people without being noticed. however, they did one day manage to find a small coffee shop that was pretty secluded. surprise surprise, you were working there.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

"good afternoon! welcome to 'jewel bean'. what would you like to have?" you happily say. they were surprised to see the enthusiasm coming out from you since it was a simple and boring afternoon.

there wasn't much people in the small shop but you were still optimistic about it. it makes them smile. they quickly scanned the menu.

"can we have the green tea frappuccino and java chip frappuccino?"

"to go?"

they turned to each other, "uh, yes."

"alright, that will be $15.50." the boy taps his card. you quickly tapped on the buttons and hand him the receipt.

"oh right, so sorry. may i also have your name?" you asked them.

"it's jongseong."

"alright, the drinks will be done in a minute." you say. jay nods. he watches an older lady exit out of the supposed staff room.

"sweetie, don't you have classes soon?"

"i'll just finish this last order and then get to class, mom." you say. your mom nods and pats your back. she spots the two boys.

"oh my, sweetie. why didn't you tell me these two young men came in? they look really skinny. dear, let's give them a cake on the house." your mom says. you turned to your mom. the two boys blush.

"oh. no, it's okay." the boy in the beanie shyly says. you shook your head while giggling. you simply started packing a slice of cheesecake and red velvet cake into a box. you knew your mom wouldn't give up.

you placed the two drinks and the box of cakes on the counter in front of the both them, "i'm so sorry about my mom, unfortunately she doesn't take no as an answer. so here you go. she made these cakes so they are homemade. hopefully, you'll like them."

they looked at each other and then shyly smiled at you.

"thank you."

ever since that day, jay and jungwon started visiting your cafe more often. moreover, it was also secluded and not many people came here. they became quite close to you too since they started opening to you more. you found out that they were both idols in the same group so it was a little shocking that they even found out about your family's cafe.

"so, do you need help?" jay asks. you shook your head.

"jongseong, i'm fine. you aren't even studying for this." you tilt your head.

"i took biology in high school if that helps?" jungwon snorts.

"you went to hanlim and graduated in practical dance, there was no biology in there. if this is your way of flirting hyung, it didn't work." jay shoots daggers at jungwon.

you blushed, "flirting?"

"jay hyung likes you and he keeps talking about you, noona." jungwon says.

"what do you mean? jungwon uses the picture we took together as a wallpaper for our chats. he likes you too!" jay folds his arms.

the blush playing on your cheeks reddens even more.

"so the both of you like me?"

"yes."

"well, i like you both too."

and that’s how it started…

what are dates like with jaywon?

very laid back

jay likes staying at home and cooking for you and jungwon

he also likes clothes shopping/grocery shopping with you and jungwon. he gets to see his two favourite people run around aisles and getting whatever you’d like

jay especially likes to see you dress up bc he likes whenever you doll yourself up! put on a cute dress, skirt, top etc. whatever you like, jay likes.

jay also likes fancy dinner dates but those are saved for special occasions like a 1 year anniversary.

jungwon likes amusement park dates, arcade dates, movies dates. classical and cliche romance novel dates.

and there will be a picture booth for you to take pictures with your two boyfriends. since both jungwon and jay love keeping memories in forms of pictures. jungwon also has a scrapbook of all the fun dates you guys had.

oh another classical date I think jaywon would like beach date/picnic date! they like the idea of lounging around with you. like cats :D

affection?

they are like cats. it’s a push and pull thing

there are times where they get really clingy and other times where they don’t cling much (especially if there is college work to do)

jungwon does like clinging more though. he likes cuddles and head pats. makes him feel loved.

jay on the other hand, loves kisses and hugs. he likes back hugging for sure. he does it to you, you do it to him. vice versa.

jungwon likes spooning, whether it being you are little spoon and he is big spoon or the opposite. he just likes having you close to him.

oh oh oh!! jungwon does this thing where he nudges his head onto your arms like a cat to get your attention or jay’s attention. kinda like what ni-ki did to get jungwon to continue playing with his hair! it’s really adorable trust me.

sleepover with them

at night, these two boys are the epitome of cats

as if you guys didn’t know it😀

they will wrap their arms and legs around you so you have no personal space

they just love waking up tangled with you

they also love how they get to see you still sleeping bc they find it adorable.

since jungwon wakes up the earliest, he decides to always wake you up first. he does so by like pecking your lips and forehead over and over again. which in my opinion...let me give you hugs and kisses won🥺

then you wake jay up by kissing all over his face bc he loves it when you do so.

one thing about jay: if he is the first one awake, he will stare at both you and jungwon. he likes looking at people he loves. this is rare though since he is usually in deep sleep.

what are their love languages?

jungwon likes quality time and acts of service.

quality time being he just likes to spend time with you and acts of service bc he likes to help you out. he doesn't really voice out how much he loves you rather he does it through his actions. he is a little shy when it comes to these types of things.

he also like physical touch when it comes to being alone with you.

he doesn't do much when you come over to the dorm and there are other members. he feels a little shy doing it.

though, i do think if he really misses you...he doesn't care if the other boys watch him being babied by you.

jay likes words of affirmation, physical touch and giving you gifts. actually he can be all of the 5 love languages at different times.

jay especially likes to express his love for you by words and giving gifts. it doesn't have to be big gifts. just small ones like clothes and sweets.

physical affection for jay would be like backhugs, kisses (read: neck kisses)

words of affirmation for jay, i think just suits him. he really great with his words. he knows how to comfort you.

IN CONCLUSION

as i've said before, jaywon are just the perfect candidate for a poly relationship. they are both givers in a relationship. they prioritise their partner's happiness over theirs and in turn this also makes them both husband material.

jay and jungwon would never demand for things rather, they are both chill and laid back. as we know, jungwon loves paying attention to small details and still listens attentively. as for jay, he puts his whole attention to you and only you (or jungwon).

in other words, jaywon best boys!

P.S, jaywon cat agenda?

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo @http-gyu @simpforniki @vatterie @victoriazynui @myu3ki @jhopesucker

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[all-risejd]

A New Judgment Chapter 12.5: Tilted Dimensions (A poly Judgment Day Crossover Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12.

In which Danika from After Shine meets Nessa from A new Judgement and they help each other. This chapter was written by all three of the people between A New Judgment and After Shine.

The little cafe is a hit or miss place in Tampa, there aren't many people who even know it exists, so when they are in Tampa, Danika does her solid best to make sure they get coffee and muffins from Tilted Dimensions. The barista knows her to a point, and within seconds of walking in he's already smiling at her and asking, "The usual?"

"You know me too well, Tommy." She smiles as she walks up to the counter, to write her name on the cups for him, he's never been good at spelling Gutiérrez. The bell behind her rings, a girl about her size and build pushes in from the rain and wind that Tampa is currently weathering. "Just yell for me, ok? I'm going to snag a booth." She pats the counter, even as she moves to step past the new face, clocking The Judgment Day shirt the girl has on, "Oh, cool duds, ma'am." She sidesteps the fellow redhead, and snags a booth, settling into it.

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Nessa forces the door open to the little coffee shop to get out of the storm that seemingly came out of nowhere and shakes the water droplets off her arms and shakes out her hair and gets in line behind a woman with purple hair who appears to be the same height as she is in her heels. Nessa glances to her feet to notice a pair of five inch heels compared to Nessa's three inch heels she decided to wear that day. Nessa appreciates the shape it gives the woman's legs that lead to the short skirt paired with a familiar shade of purple leather jacket.

The woman turns and compliments Nessa's shirt before going to a booth and Nessa is confused. The woman knows who The Judgement Day is but not her though Nessa knows she is still very new and not everyone will know who she is. Nessa shrugs and steps up to the counter to see the man behind the counter with a name tag reading Tommy who smiles knowingly.

"Can I get a cold brew with sweet foam?"

"Sure thing, can I get a name for the order?" Tommy asks and Nessa smiles and gives her first name before stepping back to patiently wait for her order.

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Danika hums along to the top forty on the radio above her as she waits for Tommy to finish their orders - it's a lot, between the kids, Dolph's ridiculous smoothie order, and all the healthy shit Demi, Luis and Fergal ask for on the regular. Her newest tattoo itches slightly, that's what she gets she supposes for getting a thigh piece - the ivy runs up and curls around the surnames of all her lovers, in runic.

Tommy, as always butchers "Gutiérrez." When he tries to say it, but this is one of the few places she feels comfortable enough using it, she gently corrects him as she moves out of her booth to pick up the order at the counter. As she turns to the other patron - the redhead with the Judgment Day shirt, is staring at her as if there is something wrong with her. Looking the girl over, Danika notices the shirt doesn't feature herself or AJ. Sure, Danika knows there are a handful of people who prefer the core four - Dom, Rhea, Damian, and Finn, perhaps this woman is one of them?

With one arm holding the box of muffins, and the drink carrier with one hand - she's proficient at this now, she has her cold brew with sweet foam in her free hand having shoved both her car keys and phone into her bra. "You good there, pumpkin?" Danika asked the other woman.

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Nessa's head snaps towards the barista when he calls out Gutiérrez and the purple haired woman bounces over and grabs a tonne of drinks and a box of pastries after shoving her keys and phone in her bra. Nessa stares at the woman who stares back looking equally confused before asking, "You good there, pumpkin?"

"Uh... yeah you just have the same name as someone I am really close to..." Nessa answers.

"There aren't that many of us around Tampa, anymore, I think Aalyah lives in Jacksonville with Buddy, oooh, is Aalyah your friend? She needs more friends..." The woman offers, smiling warmly.

"Aalyah lives in San Diego with Angie still what are you talking about?" Nessa asks, extremely confused.

"Let's back up here. I'm Danika Wesson Gutiérrez, who are you?" The girl, Danika apparently, offers, moving to settle her purchases on a nearby table, she looked just as confused as Nessa felt.

"I'm Nessa, Dominik's girlfriend of sorts..."

Danika bites her bottom lip, thinking carefully, "Okay, sweetie, let's say I believe you. Where does your Dominik live?"

"Depends on the week. He typically stays with Damien, Finn and Rhea at their houses in down time. Right now we are at Rheas house. How do you know Dom and Aalyah and why do you share their last name?" Nessa explains and asks, still confused and takes a sip of her coffee.

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She probably waits too long to answer, but this is going to be interesting, she can already tell, "Ohhhkay, sweetheart, let me..." She hums, "Ok, so, Dominik and I live here in Tampa, I just finished moving all of Luis' and Fergie's stuff into our house, Demi's still got her apartment in Tampa, but we've been using it for storage lately. I know Dom and Aalyah because Oscar and Angie adopted me, when I was eleven."

Nessa shakes her head trying to collect her thoughts and takes a seat, wondering if Dominik lied to her their entire relationship, was there a third Mysterio kid? "Dominik and I have been dating since late 2018 early 2019. He met me when I was an ER nurse. He up and dumped me over text about 6 months ago when he joined The Judgment Day. We reconnected recently and I was asked to join a unique dynamic..."

Danika drops into the seat next to her, eyeing the girl, and trying to decide if they are the same age or not. Dominik would never cheat on her, or their group. She shakes her head softly, there is absolutely no way that Dominik could hold a lie for that long. "Dominik and I have been sort of together since 2015, whenever he and his girlfriends would break up we would fuck around, we are one hundred percent platonic soul mates... I'm a member of the Judgment Day..." Danika frowns, "Eight months ago, when he joined? Dom only joined three months ago."

Nessa looks at Danika like she is crazy, "No it is eight months ago, It is April 2023 he joined eight months ago. I just joined the company and by extension The Judgment Day as medical specifically for just The Judgment Day. Jefe got me basically fired from my job to force me to join and try to go back with Dom."

"Ok, first you're Jefe sounds like a complete dick." Danika offers, unamused, "No, it's one hundred percent December, Dominik just got arrested in San Diego filming this stupid segment at Abuelo and Abuela's house..." Danika folds her arms over her chest. "What uh, what time are you from?" Danika is pretty sure they've stepped into some weird time issue here, but she's not about to sound completely crazy in front of this girl. "What uh, what is currently happening for you?"

Nessa is pretty sure she stepped into an episode of Doctor Who, so she is trying to choose her words safely. "We are fresh off of WrestleMania 39, Jefe brought me ringside to fight with Dom. He wanted to manipulate or distract him. We just finished the April 14th smackdown to spend time at Rhea's so she can see her dogs."

"Shit." Danika frowns, "We are a month removed from Survivor Series, wait - did your Dominik not get arrested in December?" Danika's mind is racing, she needs this other woman to believe her, "This is Doctor Who, yes?" She looks around for Tommy, but the bastard is mysteriously absent from behind the counter, with only a timer by the register ticking down from an hour. "Uh, so the best way to keep Demi happy with her dogs is to get a bus, trust me on that one."

"Oh that is a good idea, but I can't afford that. I'll have to figure something out. And Dom wasn't actually arrested in December, it was just a bit for the story. And yes this seems like it is Doctor Who." Nessa looks around and sees the timer counting down. "Looks like we have a little under an hour to figure this out?" Nessa wonders out loud.

"Ok." Danika nods, "First we should probably confirm who we are."

Nessa nods along and pulls out her phone and brings up a series of pictures starting with her and Dominik in various cute couple pictures, them kissing each other, pictures from family holidays, a picture she had with Rhea where she kissed her cheek in the car and ending on the picture of her asleep on Damien's lap.

"Apparently no matter the universe, Damian is way too hot." Danika offers, smiling at the other girl, "Alright, so, I got receipts, three of them I gave birth to." Danika raises an eyebrow and moves to not only show her pictures, but a whole album full of her with the Judgment Day and with Lainey, Jace, Nico, Rosa, and Angel. "Rosa and Nico are the twins I share with Dom, we had Angel in September." She explains. "How old are you?"

"Uh... I'm twenty-six, and we were trying for kids when he up and dumped me over text. His excuse was he was trying to protect me" Nessa rolls her eyes and smiles sadly. "What about you?"

"I'm twenty-three, I'll be twenty-four at our WrestleMania." Danika explains, softly, "Alright, so Dom never bothered to protect me from the WWE, but we did try to keep the kids out of. He is amazing with kids, they all are, Demi is trying so hard to not admit she's obsessed with Angel, Fergie claims he doesn't want his own kids, but that'll probably change. Lainey," She pulls her phone back to her and pulls up the image, "Is my biological younger sister, Dom helped me adopt her, and Jace, he uh.. He belongs to Damian, you should probably figure out if that's something in your universe or not." Danika shrugs, unsure as she scrolls to an image of Jace, "He, uh, he was a surprise."

"I'm sorry what!" Nessa exclaims shocked and quickly collects herself trying to be mindful of the time. "I'll look into that. Uh do me a favor and tell your Dems to try to get more time with her Nonna ok. Can I ask you a question?" Nessa rattles off her thoughts, a jumbled mess.

"I'll tell Dems, I promise, I need you to tell your Dominik that he needs to talk to Hunter about secret papers and a Lowrider, it won't make any sense yet, but trust me. You can ask me anything, I'll do my best to answer. You mentioned a poly-relationship?"

"Yeah I... Sort of. They are a polycule and asked me to join. I've been thinking about it since WrestleMania and experimenting with them to see if I'd fit in well and they have been so welcoming and patient, especially with some issues from my past." Nessa struggles to get out.

Danika exhales and taps her fingers on the table, "So, Luis and I started dating first, Dom and Dems decided to date after she started beating the shit out of him, Fergie is in the middle of a divorce, uh, Vero may not exist in your world, but she was his wife. We've sort of started a polycule ourselves, but like we haven't talked about it, we are hella domestic." Danika gushes, "Like, Fergie helps the kids with their homework, Dems is always chasing the twins, Luis is honestly the best, uh... so, the kids call Dom 'Papito' even Jace, and Luis is 'Papi', I'm 'Momma', Demi is starting to be 'Mum' or 'Mummy' and Fergal is 'Fergie', although I have a feeling the kids are going to start calling him 'Da' soon."

"Dems and I kissed first, then Luis kissed me at a signing and freaked out that he might have crossed a line so I kissed him back fervently once we were back at the hotel. Besides that, I've just been getting to know them. I want kids as many as I can have honestly and I think I want to do that with them. I want them to be my future." Nessa explains and starts chewing her poor abused thumbnail.

Danika smiles even brighter, "You mentioned your past, I grew up in a shitty home, the Mysterio's taking me in saved my life... If you can make it work with all four of them, you should do it, my Fergie has... his own issues, he hasn't admitted it, but he's ace, so all of us are like, doing our best with affection - oooh, is AJ in your Judgment Day, too?"

Nessa gags and shakes her head, "Hell no, that homophobic piece of shit can have a child named after him for all I care. As for my past it is uh hard to talk about, lets just say I have issues with people, with men touching me and with sudden violent outbursts. Dominik helped me heal and move forward but sometimes I still struggle. As for the polycule they are already together with no separate relationships and it is something I am learning. There is no Vero and Finn is Demi though I think he is building that emotional relationship with me since he cuddled me all night recently."

"We each have relationships with one another, like Dems and I have our own sort of relationship, Dom has his own relationship with Luis, but we are all together to a point, the four of us anyways as teammates raising the kids. We all each flirt with Fergal, so... Ohhh, naming a child after AJ, harsh, but I love it. He was one of us for a while, he just broke his ankle, but before that he told us he couldn't 'support' Fergie's relationship with us, so now it's just the five of us, Jefe I think has plans of joining us, if he can get Hunter to sign off, but I have no concrete proof of that." Danika shrugged, "Luis' overall loud persona with Damian still startles me most of the time, at first I struggled, but Luis is one hundred percent my safe-space, and before I forget Finn cuddles are the absolute best, but his ribs are kind of jabby."

"Yes I noticed his ribs are jabby. Luis is safe but he flipped out when he found out about my recent past and it kinda unsettled me but only for a bit. Dom is my safe space, he knows and brings me snacks to stress eat and just lets me be to process instead of trying to fix it right away. Finn tried to take my snacks when... well when something happened. Dems is another safe space who just lets me be." Nessa smiles thinking about how kind and caring they have been.

Danika plays with her jacket before peeling it off completely, "Luis... has a past, as I'm sure you're aware of, you should take a chance and ask him why he reacted the way he did, he won't be upset, if anything he'll be more enamored with you, because you want to know something about him that doesn't come from the internet or his Chronicle." She taps her nails on the tabletop, "Question for you?"

"Yes, ask away." Nessa smiles and sips her coffee again.

"First, why is your hair still red? I was forced by Creative to dye my natural hair purple. Second, do you like tattoos, because... I think I should show you some that we have as a group, I mean, not that I'm not blatantly encouraging you to get with the same four people I'm with in another universe or something, like, do the thing, girlie, it's so worth it."

"I've only been with the company for a few weeks and my primary thing is medical even though I have done very little. Apparently Jefe had it stipulated that I control my hair and style for the most part and have some creative control so cool I guess trying to buy my forgiveness. And yes please show me the tattoos, I have quite a few myself. I just tend to cover them up out of habit because of work and the fact that they cover scars." Nessa shrugs, eyeing the pastry box her stomach growling.

Danika immediately started to shimmy out of her t-shirt, revealing her ribs where fresh ink was still healing - a skill in black liquid in a small wine glass, with 'til death' written up the side and a set of roman numerals under them. She pushes the pastry box toward Nessa, "Eat up, pumpkin." She encouraged, before twisting just enough to show off the ink better, "Some of mine cover scars, or like... weird birthmarks." Danika explained, "So we got this one in Vegas, and I have some on my phone that they got before I had Angel, and we've got this one." She moved to hike her skirt up a bit, to show her upper thigh, where set of wings were tattooed, "We all have our own wings," She grins, "You were a nurse, that's really amazing, I bet you worked in Pediatrics, the way you lit up looking at Dominik's kids, and before all this I had a job, well, sort of I guess I still have it. I'm an Influencer, well I was, before I got sucked into the WWE full time. I worked with Monster Factory, Ring of Honor, Impact, and AEW for a short while, sort of... all of them doing favors for Jefe, seriously your Jefe is a piece of work, he reminds me of my Madre, er, Angie."

"Angie seems truly remorseful, Aalyah has already apologized and meant it. That reminds me I need to call her. I just don't want to give her the satisfaction." Nessa moans as she takes a bite and continues, "The relationship between the group is common knowledge in the company though I don't think she knows specifics. And yeah he is. Got a pretty bruise on my wrist from him gripping too hard and one on my back from him, the one on my back is my fault though I missed a mark and got in the way. I think he had an issue with the dynamic.' Nessa pauses to grab another bite thinking about what all Danika had said, "Oh yeah Once the pandemic hit I was transferred to the Peds ward because the whole dying children thing was too much for a lot of people, and I was promoted to charge nurse not long after Dom broke up with me," Nessa finishes the pastry and pushes the box back towards Danika thanking her. "Do you really think I should go for it? It seems really intense though I have never felt more comfortable and safe..."

"The intensity is always going to be there, but it ebbs a bit, there is a natural flow, I promise. Uh, for example, Nico, my youngest twin, he has inner-ear problems, he's had a bunch of ear infections and was born with ear drums that weren't completely developed." She pauses and grabs a chocolate chip muffin herself, she peels the label and takes a bite, "I traditionally take care of the medical stuff for the kids, but Dom and Dems, and then Fergie, ended up being the ones to fly to San Diego to get him into our family doctor, and actually stayed with him through surgery..." She shrugs her shoulders, "While they were gone, Luis just took over meal prep which Dems normally does when we are on the road, and Buddy, er Buddy Matthews who is engaged to my Aalyah, flew out to help the kids with their schooling, the intensity between the five of us is an amazing synergy, it's hard to explain, but so worth it."

Nessa taps her fingers to the table, "Does Luis have to always have a hand on you? He is so handsy, not that I am complaining..." Nessa drinks her coffee trying to get the courage to ask what is on her mind.

Danika snorts, shifting closer, while also wiping at the makeup on her neck, "I wear his handprint like a collar, I think I also have a handprint on my ribs from Fergie, but that was him trying to catch me while we were practicing my skyscraper with him - I can do the skyscraper off Dems and Luis' shoulders pretty easily, Dom just tends to throw me around, you look like you wanna ask me something, beeb, so go ahead."

"Uh what does your Luis like in bed? What do they all do? I mean I know Dom likes to be Papi and in control with me but the others..." Nessa eyes the mark on Danika's neck with mixed emotions.

Danika chokes on her drink for a moment trying to not splash Nessa, after calming down, she exhales, "Well I can't speak for your Finn, as you call him, since my Fergal isn't the most inclined to sex, he's very affectionate, and we are super lucky when he gives us kisses or cuddles. Luis is in charge, he's Daddy in the bedroom one hundred percent, we joke and say I'm in charge of everything else in our relationship, but he's the one who Dom's us all, like... he can and will put me in subspace so fast. A big part of his love language is the marks. Demi accidently dropped me at a waterpark like a month ago, which was... intense, but she's such a caregiver, like... she likes to mark you up, scratches are acceptable, she's good about not going to deep with the claws, mostly she's a Dom, but she lets Luis Dom her." Danika takes another bite, "Dom and I are both subs, or at least my Dom is a sub, I'm more daddy than him, we both are pretty easy to drop, now that I think about it..."

"Well we have that in common at least. Dom and I haven't been able to be very physical for the last few years because of, well, the Pandemic and both our jobs. I think our Luis's are the same, I get that energy from him. He hasn't dropped me into subspace... yet but he came close. Dom is a switch at least with me, the rest Dom him even Finn, but Dom well Dom's me. Same with Rhea. I don't know how easy I am to drop into subspace since we haven't been able to experiment much with it, at least with me and Dom..." Nessa swallows trying to make coherent sentences with the jumbles going on in her head.

Danika watches her for a few seconds, thoughtfully, "Wanna talk me through whatever's got you looking like you're gonna bolt just from this conversation? We still have like," Danika glances at the timer, "Thirty minutes before we can leave or we wake up from whatever this is."

"I... Uh... I have issues with physical intimacy sometimes and touch. For reasons I think you'll understand and not need a lot of explanation since we don't have that much time. Dom helped me a lot when we got together... Then quarantine happened and it was like I backtracked so the rare occasion we could it was hard and I felt bad still. Sometimes it takes a lot out of me just for the physicality we already do and I haven't even agreed to join them yet..." Nessa leans back in her seat.

"Because of how I grew up," Danika starts, then rethinks it, "Let me try this again, growing up - touch wasn't welcome, it was violent and mean. When I joined the Mysterio family, Jefe did everything he could to make me understand that physical touch more often than not meant physical affection from the right people." Danika places her hand on the table palm up and inviting, if Nessa wants to take it she has the option, "You're touch starved, my Fergie is touch starved, we set goals like, thirty minutes of positive touch a day, reinforced with praise and like... open admissions of affection."

"We had a uh situation the other day where when we were talking about boundaries in the relationship my past came up and Luis... bless... he and Dems they accidentally triggered me and I needed to ground myself. I couldn't do touch at least with Luis and I felt so bad, especially that night that I called Dom to come cuddle me because he makes me feel safe and I let Dems do it as well and he found us like that the next morning." Nessa leans forward and grabs Danika's hand. "The touch thing is primarily with men... and I have been trying to keep a hand on Luis trying to make sure he knows I don't blame him or think differently of him but god if I am not exhausted."

Nodding her head, Danika seems contemplative for a few moments, it's not her usual setting, Danika is chaos for the sake of it, but this situation calls for something else entirely. She softly squeezes Nessa's hand, "You need to talk to your Luis. Mine stopped being so loud when he realized yelling was a precursor to hits in my youth. You might initiate touch with him, but until he has the greenlight, he's not going to really be comfortable doing touch back, I imagine if he's done anything forward with you, he's probably apologized or freaked out about it, he is very big on consent. So is Demi, there are skeletons in those two past that even I haven't unlocked, and while they are similar, I have a feeling we might have slightly different origin stories for them both, Demi and Luis are both guarded, to a point, but they use physical touch so violently so often, that gentle touches are their way to show... hmm... to show how much they admire me or Dom or Finn, how much they want to protect us or how much they want us."

"Dems realized when I used my safeword and switched gears and got Luis out and explained. From there he has been controlling himself more. I see the struggle and he has been treating me like I'll break at any moment and it drives me nuts. We had a signing the day after and things were getting better, felt normal again and he kissed me in front of the fans then shut down after." Nessa starts blushing and bites her lip before continuing, "I pulled him into my hotel room when we got back and we talked again and I kissed him like he kissed me at the signing and it was so hard not to go any farther, especially because we agreed no sex until after I made a decision to join them..."

Danika flashes a wicked smile, "Controlling himself, huh. Do you sit in his lap often - and good call waiting to have sex until you're comfortable and have decided to fully join the polycule."

Nessa rolls her eyes having an idea where the womans mind went, "Yes controlling himself, has barely raised his voice outside of work and has tried to tone down the machismo energy. Though I would appreciate carrying my own bags and opening my own doors sometimes..." Nessa pouts

"You don't get to carry your own bags, dude, I'd kill for some of these assholes to carry my shit... They do at least open the doors, look, if you want Damo to come out to play, in any form? Bite his neck or collarbones, really bite them. Don't play bite them, aim to bring blood. His whole NXT background as a vampire comes from his obsession with vampires."

"Dude Finn even grabbed my purse one time because I said they were too macho to carry it..." Nessa laughs then snorts and blushes a mischievous glint in her eye at the suggestion.

"That tracks for Fergie, he stole my Ring of Honor hoody last month... and it's pink." Danika rolls her eyes, "So you're in the ring, right? Like you're getting ring time, have you had matches?"

"No I'm not a wrestler, I'm a nurse by skill and choice. Though I have been flung about by Zelina and now Jefe. I might in the future but I'd have a lot of training to do. I am content just escorting them to the ring and making sure they are safe and healthy." Nessa shakes her head, "I have had like a week and a half of training. If i were to even try to wrestle I would be killed"

"Dude, Scrap Daddy and Hunter never gave me the option to just valet. They straight up assumed I'd want in on the action, and honestly punching Edge in the face was glorious. See if you can get Indi Hartwell from NXT to give you some sessions, valets still need to be able to handle themselves, if anything you need to know how to take a hit, roll a duck, avoid serious injury, like hitting the announce table from a botch. I've got shoulder stitches right now even though I trained because I missed a mark."

"Hunter has me paired with someone who is traveling with us, I train every day. And behind the scenes Zelina is really helping me." Nessa smiles glad she is at least on the right track. "OH! I should tell you Jefe may be a piece of work but he did make Hunter put in a stipulation that there can't be physicality unless both parties agreed beforehand and he (hunter) has to sign off on any potential match" Nessa shrugs "AND WHO THE FUCK IS SCRAP DADDY I LOVE THAT SO MUCH"

"My Zelina is a little brat." Danika offers, unbothered, "She has some unexplained issue with Dems right now, possibly from NXT. Scrap Daddy, Adam Pierce, he's the general manager for RAW and SmackDown, uh, think of him as Hunter's lacky, I think there is a chance you'll meet him soon enough, he's always lurking around, he tends to let me decide what I'm doing physically. So is your Jefe considered your manager? Because TJ Wilson, Natty's husband, is my manager officially, and I think we have a conversation once a month about my goals, and what I'm doing Kayfabe."

Nessa sighs, "Well we aren't really speaking right now, Kayfabe is muddled with real life right now, Dom and I aren't speaking to Jefe. But I think he is at least contractually which complicates things more..." Nessa groans, rubbing her forehead.

"Kayfabe and real life went off the rails in 2020, when Aalyah legit fell in love with Buddy... which, what is going on with Buddy in your world? I bet he's stuck in AEW being the most sour little fucker, he had to go through some... expressed learning with our familia and Angie... before he became a likeable human."

"Uh I think he is in AEW but that's all I know. He isn't tied to any of us in any way."

"Hmmmm." Danika contemplates her next question, "So, you're obviously ok with being with girls and guys, I'm omnisexual, where are you on the scale, and have you considered making a list of things like... boundaries for your lovers, er, almost-lovers, soon to be lovers? Like, it might be easier for you to write out hard nos and maybes than have the actual conversation?"

"I have been identifying as Pan for years but I think Omnisexual fits better honestly. And I might do research this week and do that. We tabled the kink discussion until I make my decision."

"We collectively haven't had the kink discussion, since Damo and Rhea are cowards and don't want to explain to Dom and I that we are Subs, we did our own research, Fergie helped us fill out our kink negotiation contract, which was a whole other argument that doesn't need to even begin to be explored - but I'll tell you Dom and I were brats about it.." Danika offers.

"That doesn't sound like my Luis and Dems, they brought it up in the boundary discussion. I might just write it out and put it somewhere they will notice it...I'll be the coward..." Nessa admits. "The first kink discussion and research with Dom was... awkward to say the least and I am not looking forward to that again. I've always known he had sub tendencies but I am no switch, he is thankfully. So we can both be taken care of now..."

"That's fair, I'm being a coward, too." Danika admits, "Dom and I did a whole bunch of research and didn't talk to the group about it." She admitted, "Until recently, and then we just shoved a filled out kink paper toward them, and basically ducked." Danika sighed, "So what's taking you so long to agree to the poly-thing, you have to know they'd understand if you change your mind?"

Nessa lets out a little whine and rapidly taps her feet under the table, "I don't want to change my mind. I thought Dom was it for me and then he did what he did and now there is another chance with more people and more love than I ever thought possible. I don't want to mess anything up with them in case they change their mind. I already care so much for all of them..."

"I swear my heart grows like five times bigger every time I see Dems, Luis, or Fergie with the kids. Dom and I always thought we were endgame, platonically, and just going to have a bunch of kids in general. Domesticity is literally the best part of being with them, it's little things. And honestly, the fact you're afraid of messing things up with them, lets me know that you've already made the decision, you're not thinking just about yourself, you're thinking about yourself as part of the unit and doing what's best for the whole, instead of just what's best for you. Luis moved in with me and Dom crazy fast, then Demi sort of half and half, after I kidnapped her dogs back from her ex, and Fergie asked to live with us since he and Vero are going through, well not important. What is important is you already made your decision and are looking at all the ways to talk yourself out of it, because for some reason, mi corazón, you're afraid that you're not worth them."

Nessa is unsure how to respond fully, "I have decided and told Dems I decided and hinted at it to cheer her up because she needs it so much right now and I would do anything to help her through this..." Nessa takes a shaky breath, "I don't know if it will happen to your Dems but her Nonna is going to pass not long after Wrestlemania..."

"Oh." Danika exhales and squeezes Nessa's hand, "We have a vacation coming up, where we were going to go to Mexico, but... I'll move it to Auzzi." She uses her other hand to grab another pastry, "Let's have more carbs and sugar, that is... heartbreaking." Danika knows how much Nonna means to Demi, how excited Dems is to introduce the kids to her, and how eager she is to show off Dominik, losing the woman who pushed her to break boundaries? It would absolutely wreck her. "My Dems, when she's upset, or... uh, off center, if you can get her to help you in the kitchen, I don't know how much cooking you do? But just having Demi be your mini-chef, and chop everything up and like, be in contemplative silence? It helps."

"I planned to have her observe a form of Shiva. I'm going to make her Challah and Kugel and we are going to sit on the floor and just talk about the good memories and I'm going to teach her that the memory is a blessing. Like we say, may their memory be for a blessing. She can't stay home for 7 days but this is how I know to grieve..." Nessa thinks for a moment, " I'll have her braid the Challah and help with the Kugel."

"That should do it." Danika promises, "Where Luis is loud with his emotions, Dem is quiet with hers."

"I was wondering why she called me and not the boys when she landed back in Australia..."

"Cause you're already filling her balance. Dominik needs calm and steady, Dems needs an anchor of solitude but also servitude, that's probably why they are so easy to connect with. I should have told you, I knew Luis before this. Like I worked with him at Monster Factory, then toured Ring of Honor, our age gap is insane to most people, but... our past working relationship cast a bit of a 'grooming' light on us, because I was maybe seventeen when I started working with Monster Factory."

"Our age gap isn't too far off either but when you click you click right? My family were immediately shipping us after seeing us interact for the first time at WrestleMania... Even Aalyah said something..."

"You know, Aalyah called me out on a Damian and me interaction before we went public, girl in either universe is apparently a bloodhound for it..."

"I swear she had mine and Dom's wedding planned and is planning a wedding for Luis and me now...I'm scared to tell her the truth..."

"Oh, funny, cause I'm planning her wedding right now... with Jefe, since Madre sort of bounced on the whole family." Danika sighs, "Aalyah will understand, they seem to be similar enough, love is love, two people, three people, four people, five people, ten people - it doesn't matter, love just exists, and she'll come around." Danika promises, "She loves being a Tia way too much to not support you and Dom and your choices once it really goes public."

"But Jefe is against it I think, he said he thinks Dom is taking me down with him, he seems worried I think it is coming from ignorance. I just want him to put the work in to earn forgiveness so I can explain and hopefully bring him around..."

"Okay, so in our worlds, Jefe and Angie have basically flipped. You got bad-Jefe and I got bad-Angie, man a world with bad both would beyond suck..." Danika winces for the world that that might exist in, "Angie's issues with us comes from her traditional upbringing, Jefe's upbringing is very similar. The Catholic and Latino traditions are working against you guys. I can't promise he will come around, just like I'm not sure Angie will come around, but what I am sure about is it would be a huge mistake to not take a leap of faith based on those two being horrible, forgiveness is hard to ask for when you don't think anything has been done wrong on your side of the road."

"The funny thing is it isn't exactly frowned upon in my culture at least in part of it so long as all parties consent and are happy and taken care of. I understand where Jefe is coming from at least from how he was raised but it hurts Dom, he can say what he wants about me but I draw the line when what he says hurts Dom. Bring me to WrestleMania the way he did hurt Dom."

"Dios, Angie is breaking Dominik's heart open, but my Dominik has the Guerreros to support and love him too. Because I was adopted by the Mysterio's, I'm Roman Catholic, just like them, but... but, before that I saw how horrible mis-matched love could be, and what those four have, even without me, it's not that. Angie has hurt Dom so much, that I don't know if they can get back to being Madre and hijo, but I hope they can, if not for themselves, for the kids we share, who look at Angie like and Abuela, and are always going to, because she has been there for me and them... Some things just have to take time."

"You are right on that, I hope Jefe comes around, I don't think Angie is the problem..."

"For you it doesn't sound like Angie is a problem at all, she might be an ally you can trust, someone who ultimately wants Dominik to be the best he can be." Danika offers, hopeful.

"I yelled at Angie for what she and Jefe did bringing me to WrestleMania on camera, and said I just want Dom happy and that is what should matter and I swear I saw something switch in her head." Nessa explains the memory popping in her head. "I think I'll call Angie and Aalyah after I talk to the others..."

Danika nods her head, "That sounds good, I want to talk to Jefe when I get back... I need to, well it's not super important for the world, but I need him to transfer some titles and some properties into my name, before he and Angie get too deep into divorce..."

Nessa chokes on her drink and pulls her hand back and grips the table trying to catch her breath, "I'm sorry what?"

"Yeah, that's probably distressing news, but uhm, long story extremely short, Angie got Dominik really arrested and it was sort of the last straw in a long line of... missteps between the pair of them, they have separated - Jefe is living with us or Aalyah, like he's either on the bus or cashing out in Jacksonville, and Angie is sort... on her own right now."

"Yeah no mine are very much in love," Nessa explains, still shocked.

"Ah, the Eddie Guerrero of it all got in mine's way." Danika admits, unbothered.

"Ah like father like son kinks are inherited..." Nessa jokes.

"Is your Dominik biologically Eddie's son, too?" Danika asks almost excitedly.

"No, I don't think. Those genes are strong. In a mask Dom looks just like Rey..."

"Dom gets to wear a mask in the future? Oh he's gonna be so proud he earned it!" Danika grins. "Dom does look like Jefe, even though he is biologically Eddie's, but there have always been rumors in Tijuana about Jefe being biologically a Guerrero, but it's... all rumors according to Jefe." Danika shrugs, "Angie is Dom's mom, though..."

Nessa grimaces and chews her lip, not responding at first. She can't meet Danika's eyes and stares down at the table.

"He doesn't earn the mask does he?" Danika asks knowingly.

"Uh... no... He tears some of them up, he came out at WrestleMania in a mask and took it off before getting in the ring to mock Jefe."

"Got pictures of that? Cause I'm tempted to steal your Dominik's swag." Danika's grin is pure chaos, and excitement.

"Oh yeah here..." Nessa pulls up some pictures she saved from Google.

"Wow, he looks hot, ick, I said that, oh I need more caffeine." She sips her drink, shaking her head to clear the thought, "That entrance looks fucking cool. The plan our end is for Jefe to be with us by Mania." She offers, leaning a bit into Nessa's space, "But it requires some bullshit from Edge and the OC and a bunch of tools, eh, lots of moving cogs, nothing for you to bother your pretty little head about." Danika promises, "Not to stop this, but where did Tommy go, I'm going to need more pastries to take back to Dolph's house..."

Nessa looks around to see Tommy nowhere to be found and shrugs her shoulders. "Hunter wanted me to go in to a story with Luis and potentially a triangle buuut he is toying with the idea of letting us go public in kayfabe if we play it right..."

"Sheeeesh, we haven't even labeled ourselves, let alone really admitted to Hunter that we are anything other than two couples and Fergie. The idea that we might be a public polycule makes me a bit nervous, for the kids not for us adults, there are already hella rumors that I'm sleeping with both Fergie and Luis, or that they are fighting for my affection behind the scenes." Danika frowns at the statement, before clearing her throat, "For the most part the internet just hates Dominik and thinks he is undeserving, while they are all over Dems - either she's doing to much or not enough," Danika shrugs, "That's advice I can give you, don't let the internet get to you, or the online trolls, cause I'm only three-four months into this, and I've been attacked more as a SuperStar than I ever was as an Influencer."

Nessa takes the warning seriously and is glad she isn't big on social media, "I'll keep that in mind, I know I made some people like Dom and there was a trending hashtag #justicefornessa, but I'm not big on social media. I'll do my best to ignore the trolls. It is much the same otherwise for Dems and Dom."

Danika nods her head understandingly, "A hashtag is pretty badass, boo. As an influencer I use the name Danika Wesson, so it took a minute or two for people to connect Danika Wesson to Danika Mysterio, but once they did, everything on my socials absolutely blew the fuck up, and all these new fans were deep diving into every aspect of my life - its part of what led to Dominik and I revealing the fact that Nico and Rosa were ours together, and that I was pregnant with Angel."

"Thank you." Nessa blushes at the praise, "I'll keep all that in mind to protect me and them and any future babies..."

"Honestly, my biggest fear was letting the kids be in storylines, because of what happened with Dominik, Eddie, and Jefe." Danika admitted softly, "But, Edge wouldn't stop bringing them or me up when I was still pregnant, in like July, August, and the start of September."

"I am afraid of that, Jefe brought up he thought I would be the mother of his grandchildren. We know he isn't above bringing kids into a storyline. What happens if I were to decide to have kids with them... would he cross that line..." Nessa worries out loud and begins biting her nails.

Danika thinks about it for a very long moment, considering all that she knows, "Hunter is the boss, he's a team player, eat this donut, you're going to ruin your nails." Danika shoves the pastries back at her, Nessa pushes them back. "Alright don't eat all my pastries, I won't hold it against you, this time," Danika teases, "Here's what I know, you regardless of who you're contract manager is, have the right to demand a new manager, it's an old school clause from the WCW days, you just need to express that you don't have good faith in you're manager, once you do that... you can petition for anyone to be your manager. Get you a damn good one, one that will be on your side, no matter what. Someone the group trusts - get them to fight to have your contract be renegotiated for stipulations that focus on protecting your kids."

"I hope it won't come to that, I hope I can bring Jefe around but I might do that." Nessa grabs Danika's hand, thankful at the advice. "My cousin who is also my lawyer I know, I know he... he said the contract is very geared towards protecting me... So I think there is hope..." Nessa adds on.

Danika hums while tangling their fingers together and smiling, "So, where do we go from here, we obviously have similarities, maybe we are our universe's companion pieces?" Danika shrugs, "I don't want to leave and not have a way to catch up with you again, I need to know things!"

"Well we mentioned this was like an episode of Doctor Who, the weather some sort of temporal shift like when the planets were moved by the Daleks... Maybe this is like Cardiff in the show where there are cracks that things seep through. Maybe we can try to meet here again in similar conditions? Because I need to know things too and have someone who understands how hard it is to not have sex with our people." Nessa goes full nerd mode explaining different plots and changes gears thinking of their groups.

"Dios, it's a struggle, you know, not to just climb Damian like a tree in the ring, pretty sure Dominik has those struggles too. And we can nerd over Doctor Who together..." Danika grins, "Alright, was it day or night when you walked in here?" She asked seriously.

"It was day time, mid-day, I was running to the store to get the ingredients to cook for Dems..."

"Well fuck, it was night, I just got off a redeye, Dems took the kids to get them settled in with Dolph. Luis and Fergie were helping with Christmas stuff, it's like December 26th." She frowned, tugging on one of her longer fly away pieces of hair.

"Uh it is April 18th, I'm still stinging from the kendo stick hit I took for Luis in the ring last night from Bad Bunny. He was so fucking mad even though I warned him beforehand. We just got here to Florida a few hours ago."

"Ouch, kid. Benito is coming to Christmas tomorrow." Danika sighs, "I am making the executive decision to not ask what the fuck happened there." She adds, "Alright so we are months apart and apparently not affected by day-time versus night-time. Maybe it's the storm."

"Ladies, you have maybe five minutes left." Tommy's voice sounds to them both, the man appearing back behind the counter. Both girls jolt at his sudden reappearance, even as he replaces their orders on the countertop, "You'll need these."

"Boooooooo." Nessa whines and pouts at the man behind the counter.

"Yeah, boo you whore." Danika mutters, irritated. "Ok, so... doing it by date and time isn't going to work, I'm back in Tampa in like... forty-six days, if I remember correctly."

"I don't know when I'll be back..." Nessa looks defeated.

"So, we just keep coming here in the rain and hope to find one another. That seems like the only solution." Danika looks just as defeated, flicking her gaze to Tommy, "What are the rules?"

Tommy grins at them, "You'll find each other when you need each other." He promises.

"What is this some kind of TARDIS taking us where we need to go type of shit? What if I need her like tomorrow?" Nessa whines trying her best Ojitos on Tommy.

Tommy only laughs as he motions at the timer, and disappears back to where they both assume the kitchen is. "He's not useful past pastries and half-truths." Danika rolls her eyes, "We are running out of time, I'm going to bring you a gift next time, ok? Something Dems has given me that'll knock the socks off your four." She promises.

"Yeah ok and I'll try to bring you some cute stories and embarrassing pictures of Dom." Nessa promises, feeling sad about having to leave a new friend.

"Ok, no tears, mariposa, hugs, and then we bounce, I have a feeling if we are here too long it's going to get bad."

"Luis calls me Mariposa..."

"You're an adorable butterfly," Danika stands and helps Nessa to her feet. "He calls me Kitten." She offers, winking at Nessa.

"Haha gatita I love it" Nessa giggles and hugs Danika thankful they are the same height in their heels.

Danika hugs her back, blushing slightly at the kitten-call, "See you as soon as possible."

"Yeah, hopefully soon because Backlash is soon and Dems is going to defend her Title... oops" Nessa shrugs knowing she gave something else away.

"Her what? Wait, no." Danika laughs, before grabbing her things, "Best to not know, take care of yourself, Mariposa." Danika smiles, "I'll go first, I got here first." She heads for the door, sadness filling her, there is something warm and welcoming about Nessa she's going to miss.

-/-

Danika pushes out the door, the bell ringing above her into the rain hitting her in the face. Flicking her gaze back, she pulls the door open to see only Tommy wiping down the counter, "Have a good night, Ms. G!" The man calls her, smiling as he normally does like she didn't spend an hour in a weird time-space-continuum TARDIS like thing. Her phone starts buzzing with missed calls and text messages, apparently nothing in the past hour got through to her, she swipes over to answer Demi's call, "Hey, babe."

"Where are you?" Demi demands, "You said it would take like thirty minutes."

"Sorry, Dems, the coffee shop was busy, I'm on my way to Dolph's, just gonna hail a taxi." Danika promises, "Hey, have you called home lately? I know you miss your Nonna."

Demi made a long grumble on the other side of the phone, "I'll phone her."

-/-

Nessa watches as Danika leaves and completely disappears from view as the door closes behind her. Not even being able to be seen through the clear window. "What the fuck..." She mutters to herself and turns to see Tommy smiling and wiping down the counter.

"Everything ok, Miss Nessa?" He smiles at her and she just stares at him confused for a moment before shaking her head knowing she won't get any actual answers.

"Yeah, the coffee was delicious." She decides on answering as her phone rings, Rhea's face popping up on the screen.

"Finally, where are you? We are worried sick! I've sent Dom Dom and Luis out to find you!" Rhea sighs in relief when Nessa answers.

"Hey Dems, I'm sorry there was a storm and I forgot where I parked and never made it to the store. I honestly have no idea where I am." Nessa answers committing the name of the coffee shop, Tilted Dimensions, to memory so she can come back here.

"Call them back, I'm going to use my GPS and go to the store, I'll be back in like 30 minutes. I promised you food and food you shall get. I could use some help, would you like to help me make it?" Nessa smiles softly as she walks out the door which closes softly behind her.

[s-creations]

26 Ways to Feel Mortal - I: Illumine

26 Chapters based around experiences that newly arrived Geno experiences while trying to find the Star Pieces.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: Teen and UP Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Rating for Teen needed for later chapters, but shouldn't be to worrisome, I'll have warnings if I'm worried, Poly relations!, Main characters will always be named, Minor characters will arrive as needed, the chapters are not in a specific order, just meets the needs of the given word, please be aware of spoilers.

Warning: It's getting a little gay in here. XD

Illumine: (verb) Light up; Brighten.

Nimbus Land was still in full swing even as the sun started to sink below the horizon. All thrilled to know that their king had not been sick and that Mallow had finally returned home. Much like the celebration at Seaside Town, there was an array of food and music filled the slowly chilling air. 

However, there were a few stark differences this time. This celebration took place in a large, outdoor dance hall. Ornately decorated and lit with the largest golden chandeliers the party had ever seen. Garro demoed his creations, each party member getting their own golden statue. Finally, Geno was actually participating this time around. 

He joyfully partook in the food that lined the large table, mainly the sweets. Even after Peach asked that he eats something sustainable. The conversations, while few and far in between, were flattering with the citizens thanking Geno from saving them. Eventually he claimed a table and chair, feeling a little overwhelmed by everything. Deciding to just enjoy his pile of sweets while he watched everyone dance. Foot tapping to the beat of the music.

“Hey you,” Mario approached, “You doing okay over here?”

Geno nodded, swallowing his latest bite before answering with, “I’m not one for socializing, apparently.” 

“That’s fine, you don’t have to. Hope you don’t mind if I join you?”

“No, go ahead.” Geno smiled as he watched Mario pull up a chair so they sat next to each other.

“So, this is, what, the second party you’ve been to?” asked Mario.

“Well, technically I wasn’t very attentive during my first one.”

“Oh, right.”

“I will note that this one is far more enjoyable.”

Mario laughed at that, Geno holding back his laughter as he’d just taken a large bite.

“That’s good to hear.”

They fell silent for a while. Geno casually follows the dancers before him. Fascinated at how people could move in such a way and make it look effortless. Some even appeared to be gliding, floating across the floor as if not held down by gravity.

“Did you want to dance?”

Geno was pulled back to Mario, the human’s cheeks holding a soft pink. “What?”

“Dance, did you want to dance?”

“Oh, uh, probably not the best idea. You didn’t see my first few steps. Not exactly graceful.”

“It’s been awhile since then. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Geno shifted nervously, “...I’d rather not risk ruining everyone’s good time.”

Mario frowned at that, “You won’t.”

“I’ll be safe over here. I’m okay, trust me.”

The attempt to move away from the request fell on deaf ears. As the next second Geno was gently, but strongly, pulled from his chair. His soul shivering with nervousness as Mario led him further onto the floor.

“W-Wait, Mario!”

“You’ll be fine, I promise.”

Geno’s nerves were not helped when they stopped near the center of the floor. “Are you sure about this?”

“Everyone’s enjoying themselves, no one’s even looking at us. Here, put your hands on my shoulders. And I’ll place my hands here…”

The panicked fear Geno held fell away and replaced with absolute joy as Mario placed his hands on the puppet’s waist. “O-Okay, what do we do now?”

“We just say to the beat,” Mario said easily, already moving to the music. Geno felt a little jittery when he started to move as well. Eventually falling into the same rhythm as Mario. “There, see, you got it.”

“I still feel strange,” Geno mumbled weakly, “and we’re not moving like everyone else.”

“Dancing has a lot of different movements. We’re just taking it slow. Don’t worry about what everyone else is doing.”

Letting out a slow breath, Geno lowered his shoulder to try and relax further. His eyes couldn’t remain still though. With Mario so close, Geno felt weird just staring at the human. But looking elsewhere resulted in watching everyone else dancing which would raise Geno’s worries once more.

“Have I told you that Peach attempted to teach me to ballroom dance?”

Geno’s eyes landed on Mario, who was smiling softly.

“No. I don’t think you have.”

“It was a disaster. Apparently, I can combo jumps like no one before me, But moving in an elegant formation is just not for me. Just can’t do it.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“Peach couldn’t walk for a week.”

Geno couldn’t help but laugh. The sound somehow rang louder than the music playing. But he didn’t seem to notice, slowly calming down “I thought you were supposed to keep her safe?”

“Hey, I do that just fine!”

“Uh huh, sure you do.”

“Well, just for that.”

Geno let out a rather unflattering shriek as he was suddenly lifted off the ground. It quickly turned into another round of laughter as he was easily swung around. Gently being put down on the ground with Mario wrapping his arms around Geno gently.

“Don’t do that!” Geno hissed, still giggling.

“You’re laughing, you liked it.”

“Shush, I can’t believe you did that.”

“You’re still giggling.”

“Shush! I’m trying to be mad at you.”

“Oh, guess it’s time to fix that.”

The joyous laughter rang out once more. This time joined by Mario’s. Both seemed to ignore the music as they continued to rather clumsily twirl around the dance floor. Others were enjoying the display with their own, far more quiet laughter. 

This interesting dance stopped when the song started to come to an end. Both breathless from the movement and laughter, which was dying down to heavy breathing. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Geno pointed out.

“You love me for it.” Mario easily argued back.

His already furiously thumping soul seemed to leap from his body. Geno gave a nervous but please smiled as he whispered back, “I do… I really do…”

The room suddenly started to grow dim. The previous song ending with a new, slower song now starting. Following with the quiet calm, Mario silently pulled Geno closer. Wrapping his arm around the puppet’s waist tighter, having Geno rest his head on the human’s shoulder. The other hand gently gripped onto one of Geno’s.

It felt as if he soul was singing. Geno closed his eyes as he relaxed further into Mario’s hold. He hadn’t felt this comfortable, this content, this happy before. It was a confusing feeling but something that Geno was more than willing to immerse himself in the feeling. For as long as he’d been alive, even with the lowest points he’d met, he’d never felt so alive before. 

He loved being here. He loved fighting for and defending those who couldn’t. And he absolutely love and adored- 

“Geno?”

Said puppet hummed softly.

“Are you…glowing?”

At that, Geno opened his eyes. The cracks where the joints connected had beams of lights emitting from them. The hollowed portions of his body seemed to shine from the same light. All of this was made more apparent by how dark the room had become. Geno hyper aware of how many eyes were on him. 

“T-This is new…” Geno said weakly, offering a little laugh. He looked back to Mario when he felt a hand placed on his cheek. The human looking absolutely star struck. 

“Mario?”

Face breaking into a warm smile, Mario gently pulled the other forward to press his lips to Geno’s cheeks. 

“You’re beautiful.”

Geno was certain his Star companions could see him from their home with how brightly he shined.

[mtsuzuka]

talk about zevran

...do you really want to open that can of worms

Anyways yes I'll gladly talk about Zevran Arainai from the hit game Dragon Age Origins

Essentially he was born into a brothel, his mom died during childbirth (more on this later), and all the other women treated him like shit for legit no reason but uh yeah he was sold by those women to this assassins group called the crows and basically tortured into being someone who could withstand pain and kill indiscriminately and efficiently.

He fell in love with both of his closest friends (Rinna and Taliesen, I need to say their names just in case I bring them up again but yay poly rep) and Rinna ended up wanting to escape the life of the crows, and they made Zevran kill her for it even though he didn't want to. He hates the crows but it's the only life he really ever knew, they dictated his life and choices because it was "do this or you'll die, or we'll kill your friends!"

And then he finally gets his mark/target on the remaining grey wardens (main character/s) because he's been hired by the antagonist, and Zevran KNOWS he isn't good enough at assassinating to actually kill the wardens. He takes this job with the intent of getting himself killed because he wants to escape this life so badly. I guess I should mention now that Zevran isn't really skilled in actual killing and usually uses deceit like poisoning or charming people in order to kill them. Anywho

You have the choice to spare him after you beat his ass and his romance is really nice, he really has such a warped concept of love because he was never allowed to love really or make any of his own choices and he's absolutely terrified of any commitment bc of what happened when he last felt committed to someone. Oh did I mention he also uses horrible innuendos and flirts all the time in order to get people off his back. I'm yapping so much IM SORRY

But ok there's this woman named Wynne she's like a grandma and they have this banter where she inquires as to whether or not he feels guilty about his line of work and he immediately goes to flirting with her until she gives up and stops asking him questions it's just so. You are such a traumatized man and I love you so much.

Oh and also you have to end up killing the other man he loved bc he comes back to bring Zevran back to the crows and afterwards you can talk to him and he'll give you his earring 🥺 but if you ask him if it's a proposal he'll get mad 😭😭 then come back later and say "well. If you want it to be a proposal then sure it can be that."

MY FINAL NOTES: I love zevran so much because he is a character whose whole story is about rediscovering his autonomy and that yes, he too can choose his own life ❤️

And here's some obligatory zev images about his ending and jst other random shit he says

[quinloki]

QUIN I'm so sorry to hear about your shoulder!! Shoulders/knees/wrists are always the worst you don't realize how much you move them until they're hurting.

I just woke up a bit ago so this might be a little rambley but maybe that's perfect for a distraction

FIRSTLY omg those headcanons cracked me up bc Ace/Sabo would def just be so distracted. Like Ace walking into a mast bc you took your shirt off while working bc it was hot and now he's just passed out on the ground (with Marco in the bg just laughing and shaking his head) Omg and Marco turning into a bird. That would be HILAROUS. Baby Marco was so cute and silly I can just see the tiny little bird he'd turn into. Omg you give him a hug randomly to thank him for something and bam, bird.

OKAY SO I was reading Marco stuffs last night trying to slowly push Sabo out a LITTLE bc my god was he taking up a lot of brain space and now they're just both in there UGH.

I'd say rn in my brain it's Law/Marco/Sabo/Ace and I was thinking last night it's interesting bc while Law doesn't really have anything with the other 3, there's perfect little things in an AU where he could just interact with any of the other 3 and idk man why have one when you can have more than one >> I have expanded in my brain poly with law/marco, or marco/sabo, or tbh sometimes law/marco/ace but my brain is currently considering law/sabo and I'm like hm. That is an interesting dynamic and idk how much it makes sense but I will continue to think about it.... I can't think of a good basis for them to be around eachother in an AU. Like Law/Marco tbh I read a fic on them as doctors so that got me and then the whole brother thing with Sabo/Marco but uh... hm. I will continue to think about Law/Sabo.

One more random thought that I thought while reading fanfic last night: I wanna bite Marco That man is too composed I can just see it throwing him off guard even if it doesn't leave a mark and even if he punishes the heck out afterwords (bc doing it in the middle of the ship would be the funniest, and not at all a bet with ace/izou/thatch, noooo)

Hopefully my waking up rambles can distract you from your shoulder for a bit >o< make sure to take it easy as much as possible!!

Answering this in reverse order - it was MONTHS ago but the idea of tickling/biting Marco on the deck and getting him to *Yelp* is an idea someone kicked around with me on anon. I still have the ask in my inbox because I want to sit and do a solid one-shot for it xD

So yes. Yes to all of that and especially the payback afterward >.>

Sabo/Law… I’ve seen that pairing (thank you Dressrosa for causing their paths to cross canonically)

They could be college classmates - there’s general courses overlap between degrees, and Sabo is a Lawyer in modern AUs in my mind.

(Oh gods could you see this cheesy blonde bastard straddling Law and pulling off his shirt. “Don’t worry, I have a PhD in Law, you’ll enjoy what I do to you.”

Poor Law is like I need you to fuck me until I forget you made that awful joke.)

Maybe it’s a meet cute deal if we’re talking threesome with the reader. They all frequent the same cafe.

Sabo’s already working in a firm finishing up his degree. Law’s in a similar boat with his doctorate, or already established since he’s a little older. The reader could work at the cafe, or own it, or she’s a professional dom and just likes the cafe on its own merits.

They don’t interact at the cafe but they’re aware of one another as regulars.

The club the reader works at is run by Ivankov, and Ivan’s friends with Dragon - the main name in the legal firm Sabo works at. Sabo drops by the club for legal reasons and recognizes the reader, they chat a bit.

Law’s friends end up getting him a pass for the club and he gets his world rocked by the reader in ways he wasn’t expecting. (There are promises to keep distance at the cafe.)

Sabo doesn’t have those promises and chats with her when they’re in there together (law totally gets a little jealous and doesn’t know why.)

Then an accident or wreck or something has the reader dragging Sabo into a hospital and Lo and behold who does she run into?

Law saves Sabo, and in updating the reader realizes what their status is and that’s the beginning of the three of them becoming friends and then more.

[idledreams-burninghearts]

Okay so I'm gonna post my thoughts under a cut because it's a lot

I'm gonna try my best to put this in chronical order but my memory is shit so I'll see how I end up editing this together

So it was a nice date. Walked to the pier. Held hands. While we walked someone yelled out of their car that we looked super cute together. I thought that it was nice that they weren't yelling slurs at us but also it was weird that they were yelling out of their car at us. I never experienced that in a cishet passing relationship. I don't know maybe I just don't like attention. She seemed happy about it so no big deal I guess. Just affirming our queerness? Peace and love on planet earth?

Something else we talked about on the way was how I don't really vibe with appearance based compliments and she seemed to respect that. Mostly. People usually don't like that. They have a hard time finding other things to compliment me about but she did compliment me in other ways

She wanted to watch the sunset but it was too cloudy. Ate at a nice restaurant. We talked about why we named ourselves our names. She remembered I don't drink alcohol (although she made a point to say she remembered and I thought "uh-oh, will you get upset at me for forgetting a lot of things?" because most people do)

I'm open to poly and she said she wanted to have a solo poly relationship (if she's seeing someone then I'm not dating them just her, and if I see someone she dating just me not them) but during the dinner she brought up a guy she's into but how she saw him kissing another girl at the club and she's trying not to be jealous. All I could think of was why is she trying to do a poly thing if she's jealous? She's got stuff to work through. Like I have issues with Mr Unknowable but I wouldn't be jealous if he started seeing someone else. But that's a whole other post.

She said that she thought I was too cool for her and we said at the same time that she is cool. I asked her to please not put me on a pedestal. I have issues with being put on a pedestal. Perfect child. Perfect student. Perfect girlfriend. I didn't tell her this.

So sometime before we met I had mentioned it was slow at work and she had said she wished she could have gone over and flirt with me. I didn't respond to that but responded to something else she said and later asked her if she had really wanted to do that. She said she was joking but brought it up during dinner and I told her I would prefer she didn't visit me at work. I mask at work (half true, yes I do mask at work but I was also masking with her, just a different mask. How I mask is a different post though) and I don't even have my friends visit me at work. She was understanding of that so that's cool. What I didn't say was I don't know her like that and I'm 100% sure I'm not into pda at work. Like would it be appropriate for me to go to her place of work and flirt with her there (she's a therapist-in-training, can't remember official title) no so why is it appropriate for her to come to my place of work to flirt with me?

As we were finishing dinner she said we could keep walking the pier or go back to her place to watch pmmm. I said go back to her place to watch pmmm and she said cool but she doesn't want me to feel pressured. I thought that was strange because why would I feel pressured about watching pmmm? But realized she meant more so I said "we could kiss I guess" and she got all flustered lol?

After exiting the restaurant she walked us over to the railing at the water to kiss and she said "more romantic for a first kiss than an alley" and I just thought yea it's romantic (until you pointed it out) and I thought that the first kiss would be back at her place not an alley should I be worried about kissing in an alley? Also, not 100% sure how I feel about pda in the wild

While walking to her place a guy got off a bus near us and started talking to us. Not sure if he was on something or that's just how his brain worked, no judgement and none of my business, but he was nice and funny and kept telling us we were in heaven.

We start talking about video games because she asked what music I've been listening to lately and it's been the soundtrack to Transistor. So I play it on my phone as we walked.

At some point I mentioned Tumblr and she was like we should follow each other and I was like yea but I thought I don't want you to follow me on Tumblr (we did not exchange Tumblr information)

Okay, so we're at her place yea? It's a nice space. She has a roommate but he's in his room, sleeping or whatever.

We start watching pmmm and she thinks it's cute. I'm just like lol just wait. We start kissing at some point. While we're making out I hear Mami die and I just think she's missing all the good stuff.

She starts to caress my breast and I'm just like, ok, this doesn't feel bad, I'm touched starved, we can do this. I reciprocate that action for her. At some point I notice she's touching herself but I just ignored that. The touching was nice but also, we were in the living room and I was worried about her roommate coming out.

She said I could spend the night and that she would behave herself. I didn't really want to but thought I should because I need to try. I often feel like I don't try hard enough for other people. So I spend the night even though I'd rather be sleeping in my bed with my dog. Nothing happens. It takes me forever to fall asleep. I like cuddling but it gets so hot and even though the fan is on for white noise it's not the slime asmr video I've been listening to for the past month to help me fall asleep.

She's nice enough to drop me off the next morning. She says she's going to think of me while she's in bed alone that night. I smile (I think, sometimes I think I smile but it's imperceptible to others) and say nothing. I think that I am not going to be doing that.

I don't remember at what point she said this but she said I was really fun and make her happy and that's exactly what she needed because school is hard and work is mentally/ emotionally exhausting (understandable) but all I could think of was "ah, that's the role you want me to play"

I did have a dream about her two days before the date. This is not the dream that I was overthinking. In the dream it was just me receiving a text from her and it was just lewd photos of herself. And I'm just like, yea, seems like that's what she wants. Which cool, no shame to anybody if that's what they want. But I just wanted to meet up to get to know her. She knows I'm on the ace spectrum. She's also on the ace spectrum but she's demi so I guess it works differently from my grey/litho(/auto?) Though isn't demi where there's a strong emotional connection? I don't think there's a strong emotional connection between us. Or how could she have a strong emotional connection to me? We barely know each other

I know I had a thought that I didn't not want her at my place. I've imagined a few people being at my place before. Mr Unknowable has been here but I had to tell him he can't come over anymore. I don't like having memories of him here when he's not really a part of my life. He understands and is respectful of that.

I did have a thought that I could develop feelings but I've also had that thought with my exes and that never happened lol

And here's the tarot reading I did to help me process

Death is a card about change. Did I need to change my perspective? Myself? So I pulled another card while thinking "if it's swords then I'll end things if it's cups I'll keep trying" and I pulled the Knight of Dreams. Dreams in this deck is swords but also that it was the knight is telling me that I need to end things and I need to communicate it with her and not just ghost her.

When deciding what to do next I got these two cards. Both are telling me that I need to pause and reflect and to figure out what I want. I mean I know what I want. But I guess I need to figure out how to go about getting it without putting myself in a position like this again.

I just wish I wasn't so confusing lol

Like yes I'm ace and want to make porn

Yes I want to be a whore but oh you're sexually attracted to me that's gross

Oh well

Still processing the date but I will write up my thoughts about it if people are interested

[brwnicons]

hello again! Again thank yiu for my previous req. Can i request itto and gorou (cam be separately or together as poly) x male!reader that has bad memory for names, like sometimes he even forgets his own name like "my name is (y\n)" 5 sec later "wait.. what's my name????"

☆ Thank you for requesting and excuse me for the delay, I decided to give reader general bad memory, like Qiqi. Hope you like it <3 ☆

(Poly) Itto & Gorou x Male Reader with Bad Memory

-> Gif: @cureaesthetic

-> Summary: Headcanons, Male Reader, fluff

-> Triggers: None

-> Warnings: Fujoshis DNI, don't tag this as yaoi

Please tell me if you find any mistake

-> Gorou's reminders

• Your shared house is COVERED in little notes from an anxious Gorou that reminds you everything from your daily routine to a reminder to drink water

• Although 99% of the notes he lefts end up being forgotten again five seconds after you read them

• He also tries to help you by giving you colorful pocket agendas, which you also tend to lose everywhere

• Itto, on the other part, is less subtle with his reminders

• Mostly because this horned moron has bad memory too, specially for appointments

• So he'll often leave the "reminder task" in Gorou's hands

• But, anyway, whenever he remembers that you had some special appointmen that day or a errand to do he'll run towards your house, slam the door open and yelling panicky ask you about it

-> Scorting you to your appointments

• They'll accompany you to your appointments whenever they can. It's mostly Itto who scorts you, since Gorou is often busy with the resistance issues

• Before going out Gorou takes out a long list and starts to recite to Itto everything he needs to have in mind when accompanying you: subtly remind him where you're going and what he needs to do or why he's going, be sure he doesn't mistake the appointmen with another one, be careful if he deviates and goes other way and make sure he doesn't get lost.

• Honestly, Itto won't remember even two of them but he always ends up doing a good job

• He'll take your hand and lead you to your agreed place to make sure you don't get lost or mistake you way while singing something about where you're going and how cute you are

• If Gorou happens to be able to go with you he'll take an eye on you but will let you lead the way

• "Uh... where were we going again?" You would softly say as you stop on your feet to look around cofused

• "To the market!" Gorou answers you with a gentle smile as he takes your hand and leads the way.

• "Oh, right..."

-> Prepared for sudden memory losses

• They are both prepared for any kind of memory loss in any kind of circumstance

• If your are ordering a drink at a café and they ask you your name, Itto's more than fast to save you

• "Please, tell me your name, Mister, so I can inform you when your order's ready" would say the barista as she holds a black pen near the list of orders

• But your mind would always get blank, a light dissociation peeking at the back of your mind as you try to remember what seemed to be something you never knew

• "Y/N", Itto exclaims while patting energetically your back, "HIS NAME IS Y/N"

• The batista would seem a bit confused at his reaction but she is quickly to shrug and turn to the next customer

• "Thanks you", You softly thanked him as you reached to your seats, where a happy Gorou saved you a couple of seats, "I don't know what I'd do without you, really"

• "No need to thank! Everything for my little one!" He answers, an arm tightly hugging your shoulders all the time as his face leaves a loud kiss on your head

[minniepetals]

Rose & Thorns: 10

— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

— pairing: dragon!bts x reader

— genre: angst / slight fluff / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au

— word count: 8.0k

— warnings: none

╰ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10

You stood in the hall of the castle on the left of Namjoon while Hoseok stood on his right, faces grim and serious as you could feel all eyes on you with the intriguing fact that a Keeper was in their clan, a Keeper the clans haven’t had since hundreds of years ago. None of them were alive to live through the years when the first Keeper had been chosen so to know that another Keeper was made was quite fascinating to them, you were sure.

But you could also tell that some dragons still doubted your loyalty, knowing fully well how many of them did not have good histories with your kind. But you weren’t going to let them faze you. Namjoon often reminded you to look confident no matter how much they may scare you. After all, looking small and vulnerable in front of the dragons would only give them more doubt and you knew you had to gain their trust and show them that you were capable of being a Keeper more than anything.

As the steps of the leader of the Southern Clan began to echo into the room and the whispering voices died down, Namjoon took his respective bow with you and Hoseok automatically following along, heads lowered in respect as you stared at the floor below you.

It was nerve wracking being in a room full of dragons you had never seen before but you knew you had to remain strong.

“Prince Namjoon.” Surprisingly the voice was light and friendly as the prince spoke your leader’s name. He rose upon the call of his name with you and Hoseok following and could see the kind smile prince Daesung was giving him. “Welcome to our Clan.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon gave him a short nod before his gaze fell to Hoseok.

“Prince Hoseok.”

“Your highness.”

“And,” he turned his head your way and the moment his eyes met yours, you could see the way his eyes widened a little, falling silent at the sight of you with a delicate hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Oh my,” he whispered in a small gasp, blinking one moment before breaking into a bright smile that practically lit up the entire room and the next thing you knew he had rushed in front of you with his hands grabbing ahold of yours, squeezing it tight. “You didn’t tell me she was so adorable!” The prince squealed with delight, surprising you with a sudden embrace that caught you off guard and your eyes were quick to dart to your dragons with a flustered expression plastered onto your face.

The way their eyes darkened slightly almost brought shivers down your spine.

“Human girls are the cutest thing ever! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting one in real life!! Tell me!” He backed away just enough to face you again as you could feel yourself blushing at how close he was. “Keeper of the Dragons, what is your name, dear one?”

“U-uh,” you stuttered, feeling slightly uncomfortable by the close proximity but knowing not to be rude in his presence, “Y..Y/N.”

You thought his eyes had lit up even more. “What a pretty name! You’re so—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Hoseok quickly stepped in to grab you by the shoulder and pulled you back to his arms with a displeased look on his face. “Prince Daesung. Whether she is a human or not, you must remember that our Keeper is still a lady.”

“Oh my.” Totally ignoring Hoseok’s warnings, prince Daesung could only wiggle more with excitement as his eyes returned to you again. “I know jealousy when I see it and I must say, to woo the seven princes of the East Clan is quite a bold move of yours, precious Y/N.”

“Huh?” You began to panic as your hands came up to wave with denial. “No, I-I didn’t—”

“Not that I’m saying it’s a bad thing. I would do the same if I had the pretty looks you do. How’d they find such an adorable face such as yourself? Or did you find them first? I’m sure these possessive dragons stole you away to make you fall in love with them, didn’t they?”

“W-wait! They didn’t—”

“Prince Daesung, stop teasing the little one already.” Namjoon let out a tired sigh.

“I can’t help it!” The prince chortled with a sly grin. “She’s even more pretty when she blushes so easily like that.”

You could see his followers looking away or hanging their heads in shame at their prince’s words and you realized that you were totally baited by the South Clan’s leader, making you even more embarrassed than before.

As if reading your thoughts, Hoseok gave you a squeeze. “Don’t worry. Prince Daesung likes to spew nonsense so don’t take him too seriously.”

Offended, prince Daesung gave out a dramatic gasp. “Rude!”

“Forgive me for the impolite behavior of my dear brother.” You turned at the sound of the voice that was laced with poised to find a young lady a few feet taller than you. She had her head bowed with a hand rested against her heart, showing both grace and a dignified manner and you could tell almost immediately who she was after learning a few things about the South Clan. “Are you alright, milady?” Princess Soyeon asked with a slight concern as she addressed you.

“Yes, your highness,” you told her with a small smile, a bit taken back by how different the two siblings were.

She returned the smile with her own before turning to her brother with a displeased glare. “Not only is Y/N a lady but she is also the sole Keeper of the Dragons. You cannot disrespect the lady like that.”

Her scolding made prince Daesung look away with a pout. “You cannot expect me to ignore the cute.”

“Would you like to feel the wrath of our neighboring princes as well?”

Though the prince did not respond to that as he refused to meet his sister’s glare, you cocked your head slightly to the side with confusion upon her words. “Wrath?”

Princess Soyeon looked back at you with softer eyes and a faint smile as she eyed your two princes. “Us dragons are very possessive creatures. If anyone tries to touch our treasures, it may turn into conflicts. They may not look like it but I am sure prince Namjoon and prince Hoseok weren’t exactly fond of my brother touching you.”

You looked over your shoulder at the two of them who stood tall behind you and found Namjoon meeting your eyes with a slight raise to his brow almost as if confirming the assumption of the princess, making your cheeks warm up again.

“Again, please forgive my brother. I will make sure he does not do anything to offend you again.”

“Ah, it…” you shook your head with a smile, “it’s alright.”

“Now then,” with a sudden clap echoing into the large room, prince Daesung began to dismiss the members of his clan. “You’ve gotten a good look at our dear Keeper and see that she is a beautiful lady and anyone beautiful is worth trusting so—”

“Our relationship with the Eastern Clan is clear enough to show that we have no reason to mistrust them,” princess Soyeon stated in a loud, clear voice as she totally ignored the voice of her brother who responded with a glare of his own. But even though she had interrupted him, he let her go on to address the crowd. “We all know that the only way a human can become a Keeper is through the will of our own ancestors and we know never to question their decisions. If they have chosen Y/N as the new Keeper of the Dragons then that is the decision that we must accept. If anyone has any problem with that, know that you will be going against our own ancestors.”

Her voice, so poised and filled with charisma, was enough to let her warriors know that she wasn’t going to tolerate anyone that would go against having you as their Keeper and for that, you felt so thankful to the princess.

Once the room finally cleared away and all that was left were the five of you along with a few trusted warriors of the Southern Clan, you knew it was all business now.

“Your highnesses,” Namjoon began and it was enough to let the princess understand what he wanted to discuss.

She turned to follow her brother as she spoke and the rest of you followed along to their steps. “I am sure you must be wanting to discuss the agreement between the three clans upon accepting the Keeper.”

“That’s correct,” he gave a firm nod.

You walked beside Hoseok, silently listening in as your nerves began to reappear once again. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy even if the South Clan seemed friendly but you hoped things would work out well in the end.

“The other clans may not be as lenient but we do not plan on using Y/N for all of the wars that will be fought in the future,” she was quick to assure. “Whether she is a Keeper or not, we will not lay so low as to use someone outside of our clan as a tool in order to fight our wars.”

“Besides,” chiming in, you met the eyes of the prince as he looked over his shoulder for a brief moment and sent you a smirk, “who would want to send a beautiful lady into the battlegrounds?” He turned back again, sounding a little more exasperated this time. “However, we all know prince Hyungwoo and prince Seojoon aren’t going to be as kind as us.”

As the door to a room opened up, you all walked into their meeting hall and immediately took your seats in order to continue discussing.

“The princes of the North and West know not to reject a Keeper but you must be prepared for what challenges they will have you facing.”

You tilted your head slightly to the side at princess Soyeon. “Challenges?”

“To see how powerful you can be.”

“They won’t do anything unethical now will they?” Hoseok frowned.

“If they realize the little one has joined your little circle of lovers then perhaps they will take not offending you more into account,” prince Daesung opined with a light shrug. “But the two of them are quite unpredictable, especially prince Hyungwoo of the North, so it’s best to keep your guard up. Prince Seojoon is rational but it’s hard to please that man.” He propped his elbow upon the grand table, resting his chin onto his hand as he looked at you with sympathetic eyes. “Be careful, dear Y/N, dragons can be quite prideful and if someone comes in to threaten their position in this little game of ours, it can get a little nasty.”

You could feel a shiver running down your spine but it fell away too soon as you felt Hoseok’s hand suddenly holding yours. When you turned your head towards him, he graced you with a kind smile. “There’s no need to be afraid, we’ll be right there with you,” he whispered softly, allowing your heart to relax again.

“Major wars do not occur very often,” princess Soyeon added truthfully, “and if they do, we often deal with it on our own with our own dragons. But if there is ever an emergency that forces us to seek help, I hope that you will allow us to call for you.”

“Of course,” you gave her a firm nod with a determined gaze. “I will be prepared for the day I am asked to help fight the wars.”

She returned the nod just as firmly before letting herself relax just for a moment to spare you a small smile. “Thank you, Keeper, and thank you princes of the East for finding her.”

It was their unquestioned trust in you that made you believe in yourself more.

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“What are you thinking about?”

The prince had allowed your stay in the South as the sun was already beginning to set by the time the meeting was over and as you sat on the grand bed prepared for you and your princes, Namjoon took a seat beside you after changing into proper sleepwear, wondering why you looked so distant all on your own.

You didn’t want to bother them with your concerns so you shook your head lightly with a faint smile thrown his way to try and ease the tension that hadn’t faded from the moment the three of you left the Eastern mountains.

“Right now it feels just right to take up prince Daesung’s offer to stay here a while longer and postpone our travel plans for the West and North, doesn’t it? I know you’re anxious,” Hoseok said with a wry smile as he went on to sit beside you on your other side.

“But,” Namjoon took ahold of your hand and placed it on top of his palm where it rested upon his lap, and began to rub small circles on the back of your hand as a way of comfort, “I know you miss the others and cannot wait to go home.”

How was it that they knew you so well? You could still recall those moments when they couldn’t trust a word you said and had treated you poorly but looking at them at this moment, you could find nothing but love in their eyes and that alone warmed your cold, anxious heart.

“It hasn’t even been a day,” you lamented as your eyes cast down to the gentle hands that were still caressing yours. “I miss them so much.”

“You’re right,” Hoseok said in a soft manner as he thought back to that morning the three of you took your leave and placed an arm over your shoulders with a small squeeze. “It isn’t often we go our separate ways outside of our lands.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Namjoon said, nodding. “There are some of us who haven't even seen the world outside our own lands despite being princes.”

Your eyes widened a bit at the revelation. “No way. Who?”

“Jimin and Taehyung.”

“Why is that?”

“Jimin looks after our prisoners, as you know, so it really doesn’t matter much to him because he’s sadly almost always in the dungeons. As for Taehyung, the younger one has to look after the little ones so he doesn’t get out much either,” explained Hoseok. It made sense, you should have known of those facts before they even told you but it still made it sad to be able to hear of the two of them being stuck in the clan everyday.

“So what are the occasions when traveling outside our lands?” You asked them.

Namjoon gave you a small grin. “Well for one, meetings like these. But I have meetings with the clan leaders every full moon. Usually Yoongi will accompany me on those nights. That’s why some days we go missing and are nowhere to be found inside the clan. Seokjin travels if he needs to find special herbs or wishes to learn more about plants and remedies that don't exist on our lands.”

“Those are what he calls his errands,” Hoseok said almost in a whisper as he sent you a wink, causing your mouth to form into a little circle at the epiphany.

“That’s why he takes so long and sometimes comes back so late? I would have loved to accompany him on those journeys.”

They both shared a chuckle.

“You’ve had some bad encounters when leaving the clan, I’m sure hyung only left you out for your sake,” Hoseok explained gently as he stroked your hair before proceeding on. “Jungkook and I sometimes have to do secret patrols that take place outside our lands. Only a very few of us know of that though. They’re sort of like secret investigations to get information on whether a smaller clan will be wanting to rise against us or not in order to prepare for or avoid any future wars.”

“But as you can see, we’ve managed to avoid war for a long time now.”

“Though it doesn’t guarantee the fact that we won’t be going to war again at all.”

As you stared down at your lap, the distressed look on your face made the mood drop as your two princes shared a look of understanding, knowing exactly what you are worried about.

Namjoon lightly squeezed the hand that he held onto as he began to speak again. “I know I cannot promise you that there will be no wars in the future and that even if there is a war that does not concern our clan, you may be called in to be involved as Keeper, but I can promise you that you will never be alone.”

You looked up at him with sad eyes just thinking about the wars that you all would have to face in order to protect your own people.

But Namjoon did not back away from your fear and held onto a gentle smile. “Perhaps it may not be enough to just tell you that you will not be alone but I speak for all of the dragons in our clan when I say this, Y/N. Whether it is a war fought for our own lands or a war you will be called into as Keeper for the other clans, our dragons will be right behind you guarding you at all sides. As a follower, as a friend, as a lover, and as dragons of the Eastern Clan. We are here for you.”

Upon those words that were given unto you, you knew that you could trust them with your life just as you trusted the two of them. It had been a long journey from the moment you and Jungkook escaped your old village and flew into their clan. Many things happened but as time changed, so did their hearts. You were a trusted keeper now, a human your clan believed in without a doubt so it was your turn to put your faith in them.

The journey beyond was still long but you knew you’d be alright as long as they were by your side.

“I love you,” you confessed and their eyes softened.

You were held in between the two of them, huddled so close, making you feel safe and sound and that alone allowed you to believe that everything would be alright.

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“Greetings to the prince of the Western Clan.”

The air felt thicker, more tense than it was during that moment where you stood tall in front of the Southern Clan. The Western Clan was not as friendly looking as the Southern Clan but you knew that they valued law and order so although a part of you was filled with anxiety standing before the prince, you also understood that prince Seojoon wasn’t going to be someone who would judge someone that easily just because of their descendants.

“Greetings to the princes of the Eastern Clan,” he returned the formal bow, face as expressionless and as stoic as you’d been warned about. When he turned to look your way, you couldn’t tell what was on his mind. All you knew was that what he saw before him was a simple human girl claiming to be the Keeper of the Dragons.

What did he think of you? Perhaps in his eyes you looked like a frail, weak, human girl who should have never associated herself with the dragons.

It was hard being tested back in the Eastern Clan itself when you first arrived. Many of the dragons hated you at the time but you never let it get to you and tried your best to do what your heart had told you to do. Whether the dragons would accept you or not, you just had to continue doing the job you were meant to do with a golden heart.

If you show weakness, if you let their words and judgement hurt you, you would only look like someone who was not worthy of the Keeper title and that was something you knew you absolutely could not do. You couldn’t taint the reputation of the Eastern Clan, you couldn’t let the other clans shame them. If Namjoon gave you that title because he believed in you and the dragon ancestors accepted you then you had to live up to all of their expectations no matter how unclear the journey before you may lie.

When you greeted the eyes of prince Seojoon whose face revealed no sign of anything, a part of you was still afraid. But you kept your head held up high and perhaps because of that strong facade, his expression did not harden when he met your eyes.

“Keeper.” His voice was rather normal. No tone of disgust, no amount of hatred bleeding through the tip of his tongue. He greeted you as if you were an equal with a short bow and a small nod of acknowledgement.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be seen as something special but you knew and many of the dragons knew that that itself meant that prince Seojoon wasn’t going to reject you as the Keeper.

“Seojoon.” At the call of his name falling out of Namjoon’s lips, the Western prince returned his focus back on the leader of the Eastern Clan.

For a moment all was quiet and tense as the two of them stared at one another as if sending telepathic messages to each other with looks alone. You stood there beside Hoseok, waiting for one of them to break the long silence but it seemed as if none of the two were willing to do so.

You didn’t know much about the history between the two princes nor understood much of what their relationship was but what you did know was that between the two leaders of the Eastern and Western Clan, though they may have once fought from time to time long before Jungkook was captured by your former village, the two of them had this silent mutual respect for one another.

And perhaps that was one of the reasons why prince Seojoon was willing to be the one to break first.

“I was surprised when I received your letter, Namjoon,” he began without so much of a blink in his eyes. “Out of all the crown princes who have taken their positions on the thrones, I never thought you out of the four of us would choose to trust a human and grant them the title of a Keeper. In fact, I always believed you to be the last one to ever be willing.”

Standing tall and proud with no sign of remorse, Namjoon spoke with the same resolve. “It is true that my actions were indeed unexpected but my decisions were not made solely on feelings alone.”

“You are not one to easily trust a human,” the Western prince acknowledged, “so I will trust in the decision you have made. The ancestors have, as it seems, deemed her worthy of the position. However, that does not mean I will blindly put my faith in someone I do not know. Until the Keeper can prove her worth, I will be on the neutral side on neither accepting nor refusing the new Eastern Clan member.”

Prove your worth.

He wanted you to prove your worth as a Keeper in order to accept you as someone needed in the dragan clans. You weren’t sure how to do that, you weren’t even sure how you were going to be someone of good help to the four major clans. Namjoon believed in you and so did the other six, but at the moment their support did not mean much until you could find the strength within yourself to accept the role.

Prince Seojoon was right, you had to prove your worth. But not just for the clans but for your own self as well.

The past years have always treated you horribly, a human woman who had no place anywhere with no purpose in life. Now that you were given such a high honor and set at the center of the dragons, the new profound responsibilities could only make you feel as if you were just another outcast again.

No.

Your princes believed in you and they’d go through any lengths to make sure you were safe and protected. They gave you a place in their clan, cared for you, and made sure everything was alright. It was time to stop hiding in their shadows and prove that you were indeed worthy of such an honorable title and be the one to protect instead.

You were a Keeper now. There was no time to dwindle and convince yourself otherwise.

Seeing the resolve in your eyes rather than shrinking in fear and hiding behind the princes of the Eastern Clan, prince Seojoon was a bit taken back by your strong gaze.

But...it wasn’t a look that he did not exactly hate.

Not bad, he thought, and hid the small look of approval behind his cold exterior.

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“Your highness.”

Prince Seojoon stopped walking and turned slowly to find the Keeper who had not spoken even once during his audience with the Eastern Clan’s arrival. You bowed before him in a formal and elegant way, a voice too gentle and soft for a supposed warrior who would eventually have to be used in upcoming battles with the dragons, but he allowed himself not to judge someone based on the exteriors alone.

“What is it, Keeper?”

At least he was calling you by your title, you thought, and let out a hidden sigh before facing the prince with a dignified stance.

“I understand that the relationship between humans and dragons is not a strong one, but I also do not conceive of you as one who would wrongfully judge others based on the fact that I am human alone.”

“You do not, huh?” He replied with the same seriousness as you have written on your face.

“Forgive me if I am overstepping my boundaries but prince Namjoon himself has told me that you are one who sees the person before him as what they are as you see before your eyes. Neither past, race, gender, nor what they were born as will sway your mind into thinking otherwise.”

“And what are you to do with that information?”

You held your head high and met his eyes without falter, keeping in mind the words Namjoon had warned you about with how prince Seojoon did not like it when one spoke about proving oneself while cowering before his eyes. “If me proving my worth to the dragons is all that you want from me, then I will do all that I can to become a warrior that is worthy to everyone. I hope that someday you can faithfully put your trust in me as Keeper of the Dragons.”

Prince Seojoon took a moment to reply, the silence between the two of you lingering while you refused to back down upon his hard gaze otherwise he would never take your words seriously.

After a short while, he finally gave you a firm nod. “I trust that you will keep your words.”

“Yes, your highness.”

With that, the prince watched you walk away while he stood there, beginning to understand just a little bit of why the princes of the East have decided to keep you by their sides.

A brave soul, kind and gentle, but unaware of the power you held as a Keeper. One day you’d find your strength and courage walking into future wars that would call for you.

Like a rose who had yet to make use of her thorns.

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“What are you worried about, hm? I’m pretty sure you just passed his test.”

“Test?” Your head was quick to perk up upon Namjoon’s words though those eyes of yours were still filled with an unspoken anxiety that kept weighing down your shoulders. “What are you talking about, Namjoon?”

“Seojoon isn’t as cruel as he portrays, he’s just a bit strict and serious when it comes to the future of the dragons.”

“You would know, you’re just like him,” Hoseok commented as a side remark, causing the leader to roll his eyes while you let out a small chuckle.

Hearing that, Namjoon’s brows furrowed as he sent you a pout. “You agree?”

There he was, a prince who was always seen as a strict leader to all, showing you a cute pout. “Well you were quite hard on me when I first walked into the clan,” you reminded the prince, causing him to let out a dry laugh.

“Right,” he cringed, not entirely liking the images of those memories walking into his head. Those days weren’t the greatest and they regretted it more than you could ever imagine but telling you those thoughts would only bring more weight on your shoulders and that was something they absolutely couldn’t do. So rather than dwelling on the negative thoughts, he approached the subject with a light tone. “If someone like me can be swayed into trusting a human once again, then Seojoon would have no problem following my footsteps.”

“Mhm,” agreed Hoseok, “Prince Seojoon is rational when it comes to judging people.”

“All you have to do is be yourself. He likes authenticity more than anything so you have no problem there.”

“I’m just,” you let out a soft sigh as you went on to hug yourself, head falling to the floor, eyes dropping with worry, “how do I prove my worth when I can’t even master my abilities as a Keeper yet?”

You felt arms wrapping themselves around you in a gentle manner, holding you close to his chest, and a soft kiss pressed to the crown of your head. “Wielding ones’ power takes time and patience but I know this, and Hoseok and the other five back at home know this.” He looked down into your eyes with a strong gaze of confidence and encouragement, meeting those anxious ones headstrong. “You can do it, Y/N. If you can turn your back on the village that was supposed to be your past, present, and future but failed you, if you can turn a blind eye on myths and legends about hideous monsters like us, if you can lend your strength towards the one that was meant to be your prisoner, rescue him, and still stay in a clan full of dragons that openly showed their distaste in you. If you can be framed for someone else’s wrongdoing, get locked up in the dungeons for months, then survive a fall off a high cliff with someone who didn’t even appreciate you and injuries all over your body...My love, you can do absolutely anything.”

“I mean look at yourself, pretty girl.” Taking your hand to pull you away from Namjoon, Hoseok held your hand in the air to twirl you around right there in the middle of the guest room. “Beautiful hands,” he pressed a kiss to back of your hand, “beautiful hair,” taking a few strands of your hair, he pressed a kiss to them, “beautiful forehead,” kisses to your forehead, “beautiful brows,” to your brows, “beautiful eyes,” two upon each eye, “beautiful nose,” to the tip of your nose, “beautiful lips,” he grinned at the sight of your cheeks blushing red and delivered a chaste kiss to them. “And a beautiful heart.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close and pressed a kiss to the right of your chest before simply resting his chin atop your shoulder.

“On top of that you’re so strong,” Namjoon stated and held you from behind, his chin resting on your opposite shoulder with you wrapped in between their arms. “If there is anyone I can trust with the title of a Keeper, it’s you. Because that is your worth. You’re beautiful and kind and so, so strong.”

“We believe in you more than anything, little one. If you can do all those things and still keep your head up and face everything with a strong mind, you are worth more than anyone as the Keeper of the Dragons.”

“You’re going to be alright. You’re going to fail from time to time but you’ll keep at it without giving up hope because that’s what you’re best at doing. When everyone else has given up hope, you’re right there to smile through the rocky road and continue on without complaint.”

“And through it all, you won’t be alone.” With a kiss on your right cheek and a kiss to your left cheek, they whispered a promise that they’d never break. “We’ll be right here next to you.”

“So rely on us too, okay?” Namjoon said as he pressed another kiss to your temple. “We’re right here for you.”

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“Welcome, princes of the Eastern Clan, and,” you could feel the Northern Prince’s eyes on you though you didn’t dare to look up unless he had given you permission to do so. With a light tone that hid a certain secret you couldn’t quite put a finger on, the prince greeted you. “Keeper of the Dragons, it is an honor to finally meet you.”

“The honor is mine, your highness,” you returned the formal words with a head still lowered before him.

“Now, now, we don’t have to act too formal with one another,” prince Hyungwoo spoke in an easygoing tone as he gave a small clap. “We are comrades who are inevitably meant to fight alongside each other, aren’t we?” He held a hand before you and when you looked up to meet the gaze of the Northern Prince, you could see the lopsided grin he had greeted you with, a feeling not going too well with you but how could you show rudeness to a prince of the four?

From your peripheral vision, you could see Namjoon and Hoseok who watched with the same caution and wariness but even they couldn’t do much being as you were in the territory of the Northern Clan. A cold, hard place in the snowy mountains.

Possessive or not, it was common courtesy.

So you let your hand fall into the prince’s palm. “Yes, your highness,” you said and with a satisfied twinkle in his eyes, he gave you a kiss atop the back of your hand.

“Your beauty is one that can defeat the enemies itself, Keeper. Tell me, what is your name?”

“My name is Y/N, your highness.”

“Y/N,” he repeated the name slowly along his tongue, waiting for a moment before letting your hand go and looking up to you with a small smirk curled along the corner of his lips, “can you wield a blade?”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“The dragons of the Eastern Clan are one of the best warriors who control both the skies and the land, notorious for being an undefeated clan who refuses to lose to even the smallest wars. Now that they’ve gained a Keeper in their possession, they only grow stronger.” The prince gave one small look towards Namjoon and Hoseok before resting his gaze on you again. “But the Keeper does not only belong to the Eastern Clan, now does she? So tell me, dear Y/N, in a world where dragons are fighting for power just as any human kingdom would, what skills do you have to offer us protection and victory in a battlefield that may cost the lives of many?”

You knew what he was trying to say, that the position you were given and the wars that were to come was not a child’s play. It was all serious business where each one of you would walk into the battlegrounds not knowing who would live and who would survive. Being a Keeper did not guarantee safety nor victory of the wars. It meant protecting the dragons and bringing them back home alive.

“Prince Hyungwoo, the Keeper was only made recently,” Hoseok tried to save you but the Northern prince wasn’t having it.

“All the more reasons to get her ready for such dangerous events. You can’t tell me you aren’t worried just because you have a Keeper by your side now, can you?” He asked, raising a brow at the two Eastern princes. “No. It is because she is the Keeper that makes you worried more than anything. Am I wrong?” Upon the silent response that he received, the prince went on. “I won’t go against the words of our ancestors, they have accepted our dear Y/N after all, but she wouldn’t be useful if we don’t put her to good use.”

A tool.

You could tell that was all the prince of the Northern Clan thought of you as. And not just him but many other dragons who did not know of you as Y/N but as the Keeper of the dragons. You were going to be made a pawn in their wars.

“Since it seems as if the Keeper does not have any particular skills just yet, why don’t we test a theory out?” He snapped his finger, looking right back at you and bringing shivers down your spine as you knew something good wasn’t going to come out of his mouth. “They say the Keeper is at their strongest when placed in a very emotional state of mind.”

“What are you trying to say?” The anger rising in Namjoon flashed in his eyes as he watched prince Hyungwoo but the prince chose to simply ignore his concerns, eyes holding yours with a sly grin.

“What causes your ire, dear Y/N?” He asked you so casually as if speaking about the weather. “What makes you so livid and upset that you can’t seem to control your own emotions? Think of something very unpleasant.” He inched forward your way, dangerous eyes staring straight into your soul. “Is it when a man you barely know of touches you and makes you uncomfortable?” He grabbed ahold of your wrist, a touch different from when he held your hand for a greeting.

You winced slightly, biting back your tongue in order to hide how uncomfortable you were as the images of Jinyoung flashed before you.

“Prince Hyungwoo,” Hoseok growled a low warning as both of your princes stepped up behind you.

But he didn’t let go. “Hmm, you don’t look like someone who would get angry for the sake of yourself. You look like you would explode if something were to happen to the ones you cared most about.”

You couldn’t hear a single thing he was saying with the tight grip on your wrist. The only thing you could see was Jinyoung, the man who only looked at you when you were finally made useful because you managed to tame a dragon. The love he claimed he had for you wasn’t love. He just wanted to use you, having no other reason behind his infatuation for you.

Just like your former village.

You were just a tool for them as you would become one for the dragons.

“Let her go,” Namjoon demanded in a low snarl as he placed a tight grip on Prince Hyunwoo’s shoulder. Only then did the prince realize the state you were in and released his hold on you.

You couldn’t meet his gaze any longer but you held your head up, lips pressed into a thin line as the expression on your face refused to give into the fear your mind wanted you to walk into.

Hoseok wrapped a hand around your shoulder and took a step back so that he could create more distance between you and the prince.

Even then you didn’t feel good.

In a Clan where strangers stared at you as if you didn’t belong, in a Clan that only hoped to use you as a tool, you were reminded once again of your place in the world.

Jinyoung, your former village, and the dragons.

The whole world was really against you, weren’t they? Because when you think you’ve finally found happiness, it tries to take that away from you.

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Hoseok stood there beside the open door that led into the guest room where the three of you would reside while Namjoon held a meeting with prince Hyungwoo, and watched with a silent gaze as you sat on a chair, eyes staring at your hands with thoughts running all over your mind.

Despite how brave you were in front of prince Hyungwoo, behind that font he knew how anxious and afraid you were. He could see it from where he stood now, watching you sit there all alone, finally letting your guard down but with a mind filled with anxious thoughts.

You were a brave soul, the sweetest kind he had ever met, and seeing such an expression on your face made him want to make it all alright again.

So he stepped into the room, closing the door slowly behind him to not make any abrupt noises which would startle you and walked towards your way.

Sliding a hand upon your shoulder, he felt you jumping slightly at the sudden touch.

“Sorry, I scared you, didn’t I?” Hoseok first apologized with a rueful smile. The last thing he wanted was to make you even more anxious.

But the way your expression softened at just the sight of him and how you breathed out the slightest relief of “Hoseok” made him at ease again. He made his way around to kneel before you and took your hands to caress them both with a gentle smile to help ease your own worries that kept circling your thoughts. Your eyes followed him silently, comforted at just his presence alone.

“Roses are really beautiful, you know that?”

The hairs of your brows creased in between as you met his gaze. “Hoseok?”

Yet he continued. “They bloom in the most magnificent ways, fluttering their petals open, blushing in the most prettiest shades of red. However, although they are known to be one of the most beautiful flowers, a rose doesn’t just offer itself as a pretty flower. It has its thorns to protect it from harm. Some thorns may be harmless, while some are really sharp and more dangerous than others. It’s like a pretty little thing such as yourself building bushes out of bushes made of thorns to keep yourself from harming others and others harming you. The rose likes to stand there, far from others, and smiling prettily as if everything is alright, while inside it’s slowly wilting away and just wants a hand that would willingly give it sunlight and water without fearing her thorns.”

Now I’m not saying that the thorns are always a bad thing. They can be good when facing harmful creatures that wish to simply pluck it and steal it for themselves, eventually hurting the little rose because they wouldn’t know how to care for it. But there are times when the wall of thorns can fall out of control. There are times when those thorns can harm the little rose. But do you know what’s so fascinating about these thorns? They only exist because the rose allows them to. Some thorns can get out of control, but once it’s tamed and nurtured and the rose can face it each day until it no longer fears those thorns, they can become one of the most powerful allies the rose can use.”

What I’m saying is,” Hoseok held your hands tighter against his own, giving it a gentle squeeze while never taking his eyes off you, “these little thoughts of yours can become your greatest ally or your worst enemy. It is all up to how you wish to face them. The world can be really scary, and I know that because I was one of those scary things that you had to face to get to where you are now. But just as your world can shift with just one sincere heart, you can do that all over again. Sincerity was what got us to see your blooming petals and soon all dragons that exist will see that too. Though,” he narrowed his eyes, “you have to be careful otherwise they’ll try to steal you away.”

“As if that would ever happen,” you told him with a shake of your head and a bitter smile.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he gave you a light squeeze. “You’re beautiful, Y/N, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“I know what you mean, Hoseok, but I…” You looked away, eyes shaking as you could feel the tears coming. “I don’t want to be seen as just...that. I don’t want to be seen as just Y/N, Keeper of the Dragons, as a human, as a human girl who managed to become an important figure to the dragons and is now...and is now someone who can be used to win battles.” You took your hand from Hoseok to hold your face, hiding the tears that fell from your eyes the more your voice shook. “I know it’s selfish of me but I don’t want to be used as a tool. I don’t want to be seen as someone who’s far greater or far lesser than everyone else. I want to be seen as an equal, as an ally. I don’t want to be a weapon. I’m so scared, Hoseok.”

The sight of your tears, the soft cries and soft whimpers that left your lips made Hoseok’s heart ache when you finally decided to break down and tell him the things that had been going on inside your head.

Back then when you were in front of prince Hyungwoo, the way he held your wrist probably reminded you of how cruel and forceful Jinyoung had been towards you. Though he himself hadn’t ever witnessed the cruelty from both Jinyoung and the village you grew up in, he was sure the memories only served you as a horrible reminder of what you were to those people.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around you and in just a split second, your cries grew louder as you leaned against him, eventually getting too weak to hold yourself up on your own so you fell into his arms and the two of you sat there on the carpet floor.

“It isn’t selfish to want something for yourself, Y/N,” he said in such a soft tone as he held you close and tight. “Just because you are the Keeper does not mean you have to belong to everyone. You belong to your own self. Not me, not the Eastern Clan, not the dragons. You belong to you and no one should feel as if they can use you for their own benefits.”

“But…”

“You have a duty to hold as a Keeper, yes,” Hoseok nods, cutting you off gently, “but just because the Keeper’s job is to protect everyone, it does not mean that you are to be used as a tool. My love, I know the world hasn’t been fair to you but you have us now. You're not alone. Whatever you wish to do, we’re with you. Me, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. If it seems as if the world is not on your side, know that we are. I believe in you, Y/N. It’s okay to be afraid and it’s okay to lean on others when things aren’t going the way you hope for it to go. No matter what, you are you, and no one can take that away from you.”

“Hoseok..” You called his name.

“What is it?” Hoseok gently asked.

“I want to go home.”

The raw broken tone in your voice made his heart ache and although there were still a few days to go and the sun had yet to set, how could Hoseok ever say no when you’ve finally voiced out a selfish wish for the first time?

“Okay.” So he said, giving you a nod and a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “We’ll go home.”

[sorikkung]

baby bunny. || c.soobin x gn!reader

soobin is a shy boy, you know this. but he wants to be a good boy for you - your perfect little baby bunny.

word count: 13k

pairings: established gn!reader (afab) x poly ot5 (soobin centric)

genre: smut, fluff if you squint

tags: non-idol au, sub!soobin, switch!reader (mostly dom), public/risky sex (remote controlled vibrator), bunny!soobin in lingerie, collars and leashes, ass eating, pegging, a bit of choking & spanking, soobin has a humiliation kink and a size kink, lots of manhandling, kink with an Audience, yes the audience in question is txt, group sex, double penetration, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, a bit of degradation, established safe words, recording, bondage, lots of cum, seriously so much cum

a/n: i call huening kai hyuka almost exclusively in this fic lmfao. for an assortment of reasons, but you can change it to whatever w the interactivefics extension as well as the four underscores to your name.

this one's for you worstie, director of boyfies, dweller of bogs, head sock... you know who you are <3

Soobin had always been the shy type, but you’ve never seen him so nervous before he even does so much as utter a word. Standing in your doorway, he fidgets with his hands, staring at you until you look back and then immediately looks somewhere else, gnawing cutely on his bottom lip-

“You can come in, you know?”

“Oh- uh, right.” Soobin clears his throat, awkwardly shuffling into the room and plopping himself lightly on the edge of your bed. How his impressively tall frame manages to take up the smallest amount of space possible never fails to amuse you, pulling a smile at your lips. He’s so cute.

“Spit it out already, what’s got you so worked up, bun?” You ask, a twinge of satisfaction flooding through you when his eyes widen slightly at the nickname, cheeks and ears going even pinker with just the single word. He really does look like a bunny, with his wide eyes and perfectly shaped lips.

He looks at the floor, playing with his hands again. “Oh just… y’know. Wondering. Uh… about… kinks, and stuff.”

There it is. You smile softly, trying to tone down your excitement at his words – he already seems like he’s about to jump out of his skin at the slightest of sounds. “Well, you know I’m always down to talk about kink, bunny. Is there something you want to try?”

He takes a deep breath as if to prepare himself, holds it, then sighs, flopping backward onto the mattress. “N-Nevermind. I can’t do it.”

“What do you mean you can’t do it? Soobin, you know I’m eager to hear anything you have to say on the matter. I’d never judge you for it,” you soothe, scooting over next to him and draping yourself over his body to cuddle. “Trust me, my list of things I won’t try is a lot shorter than the list of things I would. Especially if you’re involved.”

“Yeah?” Soobin props his head up on his arm, the other naturally falling around you, hugging you close to him. With your head on his chest, you can hear how hard his heart is pounding as he tries to keep his cool on the outside, so you press a gentle kiss to his chest in encouragement. “Well… then what kind of things do you want to try?”

“Soobin,” you chuckle incredulously, “You can just tell me what it is, you know. I’ll probably be down.”

“It’s embarrassing!” He whines, shoving a pillow into his face, muffling his next words. “You first. If you’re so kinky, tell me the all the wild kinks you have.”

“How much time you got?”

He laughs brightly, seeming to finally ease up a bit, peeking his face out from behind the pillow. “Seriously! I’m being serious, baby…”

“So am I!” You laugh back, sitting up to snatch the pillow from him and lightly thwack him with it. “We’ll be here a while. Do you want them alphabetically, chronologically, in order of most to least socially acceptable or—"

“I want you to do dirty things to me because I get really turned on when you guys tease me, especially in public,” he quietly blurts out all at once, immediately grabbing back the pillow and shoving his face into it again before he even finishes his sentence. “This- This is so embarrassing. But I kind of like it! Being embarrassed! I-It’s weird but whenever you tease me, even when it’s not super sexual like just a nickname or a joke, I-I should be mortified but instead my body gets all hot a-and—” his voice dips into a faint murmur, “—I get hard. Every time. I don’t know why, I just do, sorry, it’s so weird…”

He rolls over away from you and onto his stomach, still smothering himself with the pillow like it’d soften the blow to his pride somehow. You reach over to card a hand into his hair, giving him a few reassuring head scritches.

“Oh bunny… that’s not weird at all. Getting aroused at a bit of humiliation is actually really normal. You’re not weird or gross or anything – on the contrary, I think it’s pretty hot.”

Finally peeling himself away from the pillow and looking up at you, he hugs the pillow to his chest and shuffles back into a sitting position. “Really? That’s a relief, aha… oh wow. My heart is pounding.”

“Are you hard, too?” You tease, reaching for the massive pillow in his lap slow enough for him to pull back if he was uncomfortable – but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even grip the pillow any harder, letting you take it away from him and reveal the tent in his sweatpants, flushing crimson all the way down to his neck. “Aww, baby bunny really likes being embarrassed, hm? How cute.”

He shoves a hand over the lower half of his face as if it’d hide his deep blush at all, nodding carefully. Being embarrassed at admitting how much he likes being embarrassed – he truly is the gift that just keeps on giving. You can have so much fun with this, you think, and ideas start firing up in your mind at a million miles per hour.

“Can I tell the others about this, too?”

He pauses for a moment, mulling it over, then nods. “Y-Yeah. Well, maybe just Yeonjun to start with. I feel like the others would make fun of me- oh.” He looks down into his lap, remembering how he got in this situation in the first place. “Maybe… I mean, if you think they’ll like it…”

“Oh, Soobin,” you coo, sliding yourself into his lap while he swallows thickly and glances frantically between your face and where crotch is sitting all too close to his, “Why do you think we all tease you so much in the first place? You’re just so cute when you blush like this.”

Looping his arms around your waist, he buries his burning face in the crook of your neck, letting out a little whine. “Ah, stop…”

“Oh?” You immediately pull back, not wanting to push him too far, but before you could say anything else he pulls you back flush against him, arms wrapped tightly around you and chin hooked over your shoulder, hard on pressed up against your clothed core.

“I-I don’t mean that. I don’t know. It just feels very… it’s a lot, but I like it, even though my instinct is to say stop…”

“How about we implement a traffic light system, then?” You suggest helpfully, “It’s the same one I use with Jjunie and the others. Red means stop, yellow means this is the most I can take, and green means we’re good to keep going. I’ll ask you your colour to check in on you from time to time, but you can just say them whenever you feel the need to.”

Soobin nods quickly. “That sounds good.”

“So, what’s your colour right now, bun?”

“Green.”

“Good boy.”

A shiver goes down his spine at your words, and he only trembles more when you roll your hips down into his, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

“What kinds of dirty things did you want me to do to you, Soobinnie? Tie you up? Spit in your mouth? Make you cum in your pants? You’ll have to be specific, baby.”

“I-I don’t know,” he mumbled, his grip around your smaller form still firm as if to ground him. “I don’t really know what kind of things I’m into yet. But you do, which is why I asked… so if you want to try anything with me, I want to… yeah. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

You click your tongue, running your hands through his hair. “Such dangerous promises from such a sensitive little bunny. I want to completely ruin you, Soobin. I’m not sure if you can handle all that.”

“Please.” He fucking whimpers, the same kind of sound you only heard when he was close or when you hit his spot just right. You grind down on him again, this time more out of instinct than anything else, then you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. The action makes his cock twitch beneath you, and the rush of power that comes with it is intoxicating.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re first stopping by the sex toy shop.”

“Wait, what?”

“You said you’ll do whatever you want me to. I’m going to grab Jjunie’s favourite remote-control plug, and you’re going to be a good boy for me till we get back.”

You take it easy on him to start with, since you’d never done this kind of thing with Soobin before – it was more of you and Yeonjun’s thing, Taehyun and Beomgyu preferred having the remote, and Hyuka was too intimidated to try such a thing in public as he was by far the worst at controlling his facial expressions or trying not to cum. You left the toy off for the whole drive to your favourite store, letting him relax a little, only to activate it the moment you walked through the door with no more warning than a brief cheek kiss.

His whole body jolts for a moment, so you grab at his hips to steady him, but that only seems to rile him up more as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You good?”

“I’m good. We’re green.”

You smile at him and link your hands in silent praise, although the cashier would’ve likely guessed what was going on right away. The plug was only on it’s lowest setting, which was effectively silent against the music the store was playing, so Soobin manages to recollect himself, squeezing your hand tightly and giving you an assured nod.

“Alright,” you hum, shoving a basket into his hands, “How about you grab some of our usual lube and toy cleaner? We’re running a little low, if I recall. Feel free to see if there’s anything else you’d like while we’re here – you’ll need to be a good boy and use your words, though. Okay?”

The familiar flush returns to his face, nodding quickly. “O-Okay.”

Part of him is clearly dying to ask what you’d be getting in the meantime, but he knows better than to ask – if you would tell him, you would’ve told him already. No, he’s a good boy, and good boys obey without asking questions.

While he scurries off to track down the cherry-flavoured lube Hyuka loves so much, you waste no time browsing. You’ve had your eyes on the playboy bunny outfit ever since you first saw it in the store, and what better opportunity to try it than this?

Not for you, of course. For him.

The fact that he has no idea what to expect makes it even better, and you think he’d be peeking over to see what you’re getting, but obediently enough, he doesn’t even look your way. Smiling to yourself, you hurry over to pay at the counter, making sure to get an opaque bag to store it in before finding your way back to Soobin.

“Found anything you like, bun?”

He damn near jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice, the toy in his hands falling to the floor before he could stop it – and then he freezes, half bent over in his pitiful attempt to catch this frankly massive dildo bigger than anything in your collection.

“U-Um, I was just looking at it—” He breaks off into a surprised squeak as you bring down a hand on his ass, making him bolt upright, hands flying up to hide his face in embarrassment again.

You very slowly and deliberately bend over to pick it up, examining it all around. “It’s pretty big. Six inches not enough for you, hmm? What a greedy little bunny.”

He’s embarrassed out of his mind, and he loves it – you can tell by the way his hips keep twitching slightly, no doubt being helped by the vibrator inside him, slowly working away at his resolve. It’s ridiculously cute, the way he takes a deep, deep breath to calm himself, or at least trying to. Moving his hands away from his face at last, he apprehensively looks between the toy and your face, asking in a hushed murmur, “…does that mean you’re getting it?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, turning it around in your hands, “Am I? Do you want it, Soobinnie? If you do, remember what I said about being a good boy.”

Soobin gnaws on his lower lip – he wants to be a good boy for you so bad, but as much as he loves the hot feeling of humiliation, it’s different when you do it to him and when he has to do it himself. You watch the internal struggle behind his eyes as he hesitates for a few moments, debating whether it’d be worth it or not, but in the end, his boner wins over his dignity. He hardly had any of the latter left, anyway.

“I… I want it,” he whispers, holding the basket out, hands shaking just a little. “Can we…?”

“Are you sure?” You ask, less demeaning this time. “This is big even by my standards, we’ll have to work you up to it—”

“I can take it,” Soobin blurts out, sliding the basket onto his arm and clasping both your hands in his, looking at you dead in the eyes. “Please?”

“Okay,” you hum softly, placing it back onto the shelf and sliding one of the boxes behind it into the basket with a chuckle, “We can get it. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He offers you an awkward half-grin, scratching behind his ear. “Heh, have to keep you on your toes somehow, right?”

You reward him by turning up the toy’s intensity on your phone, and this time he isn’t able to hold back the startled moan that falls from his lips, clutching at your shoulder for support.

“A-Ah— can you- can you turn it down a little, please, fuck…” His head rolls back and his eyes fall closed, mouth slightly parted, and it’s the perfect tease of what’s to come, igniting a fire beneath your skin.

“No.”

You turn it up just a little bit more, making him gasp and stumble forward, eyes blown wide at the stimulation, pleadingly gazing into yours. “Please?”

“No,” you repeat simply, meeting his gaze. If he reallywanted you to turn it down, he knew what he had to say, but the deliberate lack of those words made you grin menacingly. “Stand up straight, bun. We’re going to go pay for these.”

“N-No— wait—!” He grabs your wrist and pulls you to his chest, looping his arms around you to keep you in place. His face returns to his usual spot in the crook of your neck, and you can feel how his body keeps on shivering, how fast his heart is beating, how his skin is warm to touch. “I-I’m seriously gonna cum if you don’t turn it down, p-please, jagi, I-I’m so close…”

You love having him both wrapped around your body like this and wrapped around your pinkie finger – his tall stature towering over you and yet, he seems so small, all because of you. You have half the mind not to let him cum, knowing full well he probably would anyway; it’d just give you an excuse to punish and humiliate him further, but he’s always so eager to be good. Would that make him feel bad? The solution comes to you as you nip at the shell of his ear, rubbing his back, and he muffles a high-pitched noise against your skin.

“I don’t believe I’ve given you permission to cum yet, Soobinnie.”

“Please.” That precious sound again. You don’t know what he’s begging for anymore, whether it’s to stop or to keep going, but he hardly seems to know either. He tries to keep his voice low so he doesn’t draw any more attention, the tall shelf next to you the only thing blocking the two of you from the staff and other customer’s sight, but he struggles. You can feelthe tension in his body as he desperately tries to hold himself back, gripping onto you like a lifeline. “Please, I-I’m— ____, please.”

Oh, how you love hearing your baby bunny beg.

“Oh? Does my baby bunny want to cum in his pants in the middle of this store? How naughty. What if someone catches you, hm? Sees how much of a desperate little mess you are for me?”

“Please, please, please, ah fuck— s-stop, please, I’m gonna cum, I’m—” It’s but a broken whine, barely louder than a whisper, and he bites down onto your neck as the thread finally snaps under the pressure, spilling into his pants. He can’t seem to stop trembling, all of his willpower going into staying quiet as his orgasm rushes through him. It takes some effort on your part too with how hard he’s biting you, but you know that’ll just add to the sheer embarrassment of cumming in his pants in public – now you have a fresh bite mark on your neck to show for it.

When Soobin finally stops shaking like a leaf, he slowly peels back, eyes wide, glancing down at the mess he made of his pants, blushing a brilliant shade of red. “I-I’m sorry, I came without permission I- I— I’m sorry…”

“Aw, you poor thing,” you coo, running your hand through his hair in a soothing motion that quickly has him melting into your touch. “That’s okay, bunny. You’ll just have to make it up to me later, won’t you?”

His eyes glitter at the prospect of redemption, nodding earnestly. “Yes, yes— I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

He leaves a lingering kiss on your lips, then crushes you in a hug. “Thank you. Can I, um- can I cover it with my jacket, or…?”

“Or? Should I make you parade around the mess you’ve made?” You’re certain you’ll never grow tired of the flustered expression he makes at comments like this, but you rub his shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for now, at least. Use your jacket if you want, but I’m pretty sure the cashier will still notice the bite mark on my neck that wasn’t there before…”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t be. I like showing it off.”

He trails after you like a lost puppy, but you don’t miss the way he swallows thickly at the showing off comment. You’ll just have to show him off more, you think, and by the time you finish the transaction – Soobin avoiding the cashier’s gaze at every opportunity – and are back in the car, you can’t tell whether Soobin’s more worked up or if you are.

As soon as you open the door to your apartment, Soobin is already ushering you through it, then caging you against it as it shuts behind you. You almost drop your bag of goods at the way he kisses you, deep and fervent, like he needs it. Maybe he does, you think to yourself, smirking against his lips – those soft, plump lips, you could kiss them forever if he’d let you (which you know he would in a heartbeat if you just asked him nicely) – considering you hadn’t turned off the toy in him since he came, only lowering the setting a level.

He’s not usually needy like this. Needy, definitely, but usually far more restrained – looking at you with those pleading eyes, subtly trying to shift you to where he wants you, whining a little, but rarely straight up taking what he wants, shoving you up against a door and kissing you breathless. Not that you mind. In fact, you’re keen to see just howneedy you can get him by the time you’re done with him.

You indulge him this time. Letting his hands roam freely over your body, letting him slip his tongue in your mouth, letting him peel your clothes off in a hurry, but part of him must know it’s not going to be that easy. He doesn’t try do any more than that, clearly waiting for you to give the next direction, but you don’t. You kiss him back just as eagerly until he finally pulls his head back just to scan your features, figure out what you want from him. Then it clicks.

“I want to try it now,” he urges, carefully taking the handles of the bag from your hands. “I can’t wait. Please?”

“So impatient, Soobinnie,” you giggle, tapping his nose. “So excited about your new toy, too. Don’t you want to know what I bought for you?”

He nods so quickly you’re surprised it doesn’t make him dizzy. “That’s what I mean. I want to try it now. Whatever it is, I just—” his voice drops into a husky whisper, “I want you. I want you to have your way with me.”

Fuck. Making him use his words was meant to embarrass him further, making him tell you all the dirty things he thinks, but you didn’t think it’d end up making you weak in the knees. You don’t think he even realises what talking like that does to you, his one-track mind simply trying to obey, to please you.

“What a good boy you’re being for me.” You smile at him, taking out the bag within the bag, shoving it into his hands and taking the other. “Go and put that on, and I’ll get the strap ready. Okay?”

You can almost hear his internal monologue out loud – oh my god, is this finally happening? – before he nods quickly and hurries off to the bathroom.

By the time he comes to your room, you’re already in a silk robe with your strap-on ready with the new toy, the previous one you usually use on hand to work him up to it; but it nearly falls out of your hands this time as soon as you see him walk into view.

The bunny ears were clearly straightened after being crumpled into the original packaging – you grin at the image of Soobin in the bathroom mirror trying to fix them, trying to look pretty for you, not that he really needed to try – the black leotard and sheer tights hugging him in all the right places, the collar with a slightly lopsided bowtie snug against his neck, and Soobin himself looking both the shyest and most excited you’ve ever seen him.

“Wow,” you breathe out, eyes boldly roaming across his form from head to toe, “You look so sexy for me, bun. How do you like it?”

Soobin’s eyes drop to the floor, pulling his lip between his teeth. “It’s… really embarrassing. But I like it,” he adds quietly, looking over his shoulder to see if any of your other boyfriends are out and about. “I keep thinking the others are home and that they’ll see me. My heart’s pounding right now…”

“The others are home,” you inform him promptly, “I believe they’re all in their rooms. Why, do you want them to see you?”

“I-I—” He swallows thickly. “They’ll probably make fun of me. Especially Beomgyu.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, bun. Do you want them to see you?”

His eyes widen, realising he’s been caught, playing with his hands again. “…K-Kind of.”

“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”

“Y-Yes. I… I want them to see me like this. I want to show them… that I’m… their little bunny.”

He slowly brings his hands to his face again as he speaks, but you get up and pull them away from him, forcing him to look at you. Keeping your grip on his wrists, you pull him over to where your box of toys was kept, pulling out a black leather leash and clipping it on right behind his bowtie. You study his face for his reaction, but he bites back an excited smile.

Smiling back at him, you give the leash a sharp tug, and he inhales sharply, eyes closing for that moment before meeting yours in a dark, half-lidded gaze. He likes it.

“Good bunny.”

Strutting past him and tugging him along by the leash, you grab the lube with your other hand, then pull him with you to the living room. He nearly trips over his own feet when he finds Huening Kai and Beomgyu on the couch, the former doing a double take as soon as Soobin walked in.

They had been filled in on Soobin’s newly discovered kink earlier, you having texted it to them while you were grabbing his outfit at the adult store, but neither of them seemed to have expected it so soon, caught off guard while just scrolling on their phones.

“You boys busy?” You ask them sweetly, twirling the line around your wrist to pull Soobin closer as he tried to hide his giant frame behind you, shyly peeking over your shoulder. Giving the collar a firmer tug, you pulled him down to your height, kissed his cheek, then maneuvered him in front of you to show off. “Our baby bunny wants to play. Doesn’t he look cute?”

Beomgyu is the first to stop staring in awed silence, shoving his phone in his pocket, a sly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Wow… I didn’t expect you to like dressing up for this kind of thing, Soobinnie. Is there a tail too?”

Soobin doesn’t protest as you use the finger hooked under the collar to spin him around, showing off the little puff of white. Beomgyu seems ecstatic at this, going straight to smack the taller man’s ass, laughing as his whole body tenses up in surprise, making a tiny sound that has him blushing even harder when he meets Beomgyu’s eyes over his shoulder.

“I like it. I just never knew our Soobinnie was into being our pet… if I knew, I would’ve put that leash on him sooner. Would you have let me? Or is this a ____-only privilege, huh?”

“I-I’d let you,” Soobin stammered, unable to meet his eyes. His words seem forced out, not like he doesn’t mean them, but like it’s taking all of his willpower to commit to saying them aloud. “I-If you wanted. All of you.”

Beomgyu snickers, spanking him again. “Wow, so you’re just that desperate? You want all of us to own you, drag you around by the throat, treat you like a silly little rabbit? Embarrass you more because it gets your dick hard? How dirty.”

Beomgyu is really good at embarrassing Soobin, you think. He always has been, but now that he knows it turns him on, you figure that’s only going to increase tenfold. You know it definitely will on your end, at least, and you wonder if he will get used to the teasing or keep getting as flustered as he is right now. Then again, after years of dating him, he still gets flustered when we call him bunny sometimes.

The youngest seemed at a loss for words, simply staring open-mouthed at the sight in front of him, not-so-subtly adjusting his pants, to which you smiled softly at him.

“You’re allowed to touch yourself, Hyuka. You can touch our little bunny too if you want, but for now I mostly just want you to watch. Do you two mind getting Taehyun and Yeonjun?”

The two are quick to nod and split towards the remaining boys’ rooms, leaving you and Soobin alone in the living room. You clear the coffee table, figuring Soobin wouldn’t mind the discomfort if it meant the perfect place for the rest of your boyfriends to sit around him and watch him fall apart for you.

“Hands and knees, bunny,” you order him, running a hand along his spine as he bent over for you. He looked over his shoulder at you, eyes wide with anticipation, biting his lip again as he pulled the leotard to the side, then realising a problem.

“The… tights…”

“Easily fixed,” you hum, bringing your face down to his ass and pulling at the thin material, then ripping a hole in it with your teeth. He keened into your touch, a silent request for more, which you decide to indulge. Cracking open the cherry-flavoured lube, you squeeze a generous amount onto his hole, slightly stretched from the love egg in it earlier, but still with a long way to go.

Your boyfriends enter the room again to the sight of you holding Soobin’s leotard aside, eagerly lapping at his asshole, grabbing and squeezing at his cheeks through the ripped tights.

“Woah,” Yeonjun exhales, gaping at you both in disbelief, sitting down on the couch without peeling his eyes away. “Is it my birthday already or something?”

Taehyun’s eyes immediately darken, strolling over to get a better look at Soobin in the playboy bunny costume, circling him almost menacingly before sitting down with a satisfied grin. “Are you embarrassed right now, Soobin?”

Soobin whimpers, shutting his eyes as if that’d help him not notice all the hungry eyes on him – but he didn’t want to block them out, not really. Not when they set off every nerve ending in his body and made his dick twitch under the tight material of the leotard, clenching around your tongue with a shaky “N-Not there— that’s so d-dirty— ah—!” that has you only pushing deeper into him.

“Hey,” Taehyun snaps, leaning forward to grab Soobin’s chin to look at him. “I asked you a question. Are you embarrassed right now, Soobin?”

“Y-Yes,” Soobin gasps out, avoiding eye contact but pushing back onto your mouth, “I feel like a t-toy on display but- but- nngh— I—"

I like it. He didn’t need to finish that sentence for you all to know exactly what he meant. He sighs again when you finally pull away, dropping to his elbows on the hard surface of the coffee table, but the coolness of it is a refreshing contrast to the heat beneath his skin.

“Why are you whining, baby? Don’t you want to be stuffed to the brim with the massive cock you picked out today?” You tease, making his eyes drop down to the toy firmly secured onto your harness, licking his lips and swallowing. “That’s what I thought. But we need to work you up to it, don’t we? So, who’s going to volunteer…?”

Hyuka and Taehyun stand up at the same time, almost tripping over each other’s feet. Their eagerness is endearing; when Hyuka takes a step in front of him, Taehyun simply shoves him back toward the couch with that cheeky grin you’ve grown to love.

“Now, now, boys, patience is a virtue. You both can have your turn; after all, we’ll need to stretch him out nice and wide for my cock,” you purr, relishing the way Soobin shivers at your words alone.

“Oh, I’ll stretch him out alright.”

Taehyun doesn’t waste any time, shoving two fingers into Soobin’s mouth and commanding for him to suck. Soobin, ever the good boy, obeys without question, sloppily swirling his tongue around them and taking them further into his mouth until he seems satisfied.

“Just remember who’s in charge tonight, Taehyun,” you warn him, levelling him with a steely look that tells him not to get ahead of himself. “This is Soobin and I’s scene, I don’t want any trying to take over from you. Or any of you – looking at you, Beomgyu.”

“When have I ever done that?” Beomgyu replies in a sing-song voice that honestly answers his own question, unable to resist a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be good just this once. Only cause I wanna see you wreck Soobinnie’s cute little asshole.”

You’re quite pleased with that – yes, that will do just swimmingly – and settle yourself on the couch chair to the side of the coffee table, the perfect view to see your boyfriends’ faces from the front. Soobin shrinks under the intensity of everyone’s gazes, but when you slowly pull on his leash again and hold it there, he seems to hold himself a little higher; almost as if the reminder that he’s yours tonight gives him more confidence.

“More, more please,” Soobin pleads, face shoved into his arm as Taehyun slips a third finger into him, “Just give me your cock, I’m ready.”

“You’re quivering,” Taehyun deadpans, giving his ass a resounding smack. “Well, I was trying to be gentle, but if you’re going to be so needy…”

With one hand hastily undoing his pants to take his cock out, the other creeps forward to wrap around Soobin’s neck – only for you to yank him out of reach with a firm tug on the leash.

“What did I just say, Taehyun?”

Taehyun tongues at the inside of his cheek, biting back any attitude. He isn’t above trying to give you a run for your money when it comes to being in charge, but he knows his place as a participating audience member this time rather than another dom. He sighs, smoothing his hands over Soobin’s body and playfully flicking the little tail. “Fine.”

You all pay rapt attention as Taehyun ever-so-slowly pushes himself into Soobin, hissing sharply at the tightness while Soobin lets out a breathy moan, already bucking his hips back onto him, completely unprompted. Your little escapade at the adult store must have worked him up more than you thought – good. You press your thighs together in anticipation, already letting your mind get ahead of yourself in all the ways you can drag it out even more.

“What a slutty little bunny,” Yeonjun drawls, snapping you out of your reverie, “Already fucking himself back on Taehyunie’s cock before he even has a chance to move.”

“Ngh— you g-guys are so mean,” Soobin whines, giving Yeonjun a half-hearted glare that looks far cuter than it does threatening considering he’s wearing bunny ears with Taehyun balls-deep inside him. “I’ve been— ah- t-teased all day— oh fuck ngh-! C-Came in my pants in the sex shop— fuck, Taehyun!”

“You came in your pants in the sex shop?” Beomgyu echoes, cracking into mocking laughter, “Aww, our little bunny made a mess of his pants in public? Did anyone else see you with cum all over your pants?”

“S-Stop,” Soobin mumbles, but the boys are relentless, all leaning forward on the edge of their seats to get a better look at his body trembling with each snap of Taehyun’s hips.

He groans, low and throaty, slowing his thrusts to give the rest of you a clearer view of Soobin’s hole hugging his cock. “He says stop but he’s clenching so tight around me right now… could it be… our Soobinnie likesbeing talked to like that?”

“N-No!”

“Then what’s your colour?” Hyuka chimes in, trying to seem gentle and sweet like Soobin always is with him – but his excitement comes off him in waves, and he can’t quite bite back his giggly smile enough.

A strangled moan falls from Soobin’s lips when he realises he’s been backed into a corner; he can’t lie, not about this. Not that he wantedto lie in the first place, he always wants to be honest, always wants to please - but with the accusatory teasing he couldn’t help but deny it on reflex.

You tug on his leash again. “Answer when we ask you a question, bun.”

“G-Green,” he mutters at last, confirming what you and the others already knew, and you could practically feel the red-hot shame rushing through him and straight to his dick. “D-Don’t look at me like th-that— I just— ah, please!”

“What are you pleading for, bunny? Use your words.”

It’s a twisted request and you know it. He’d been so riled up from all the foreplay that he was already a desperate mess and talking was made even more difficult with the way Taehyun was mercilessly pounding into him from behind.

“M-More, please, I-I want more, f-fuuuck…”

His eyes roll back into his head as Taehyun angles his hips just right, giving his ass another couple of firm smacks. “Greedy bunny. Is my cock not enough for you? Come on then, Hyuka.”

Hyuka jolts in his seat, flushing under all the eyes now on him where he’d been timidly stroking himself over his sweatpants in contrast to Beomgyu and Yeonjun, who were shamelessly jerking themselves off next to him. “O-Okay— How do I…?”

Taehyun finally slows down to a stop, Soobin making a disappointed noise of protest until you’re manhandling him up with the leash again, back pressed to Taehyun’s chest.

“Lay down on the table,” you instruct, and Hyuka is just about as eager to please as Soobin is. “Take your clothes off. Actually,” you pause, a malicious idea forming in your mind, “Soobin, you do it. With your teeth, hands behind your back. Taehyunnie, keep fucking him.”

Both Hyuka and Soobin end up matching shades of jasper, the younger holding his breath subconsciously in anticipation. Soobin falls forward onto Hyuka’s chest at the resume of Taehyun’s powerful strokes, his cute little “Oof!” making you, Yeonjun and Beomgyu giggle at him, endeared. He ends up nuzzling Hyuka’s stomach, sliding his shirt up a little before grabbing it with his teeth, and Hyuka seems to only just remember how to breathe. He leans up to let Soobin peel back the fabric easier, but with one particularly rough thrust from behind, he falls forward again, instinctively bracing his fall with both hands on either side of the man beneath him.

He freezes, limbs locking up as it sinks in what he just did.

“What did I just say, Soobinnie?” You scold him coldly, pulling on the cord until he’s merely inches away from Hyuka’s face, who’s frozen still, heart beating out of his chest.

“Y-You said h-hands behind my back,” he breathes out, but he isn’t looking at you. His eyes are fixated on Hyuka’s mouth right in front of him, while the smaller boy is so overwhelmed and turned on his vision trembles. Tentatively leaning forward, he plants a light kiss on his lips, and Hyuka responds in kind – cupping the back of his neck and kissing him back with unbridled enthusiasm.

You nod at Taehyun, who clicks his tongue and grabs at Soobin’s wrists, pulling them behind him roughly and using his grip on them as leverage to keep pounding him ruthlessly. Soobin doesn’t seem to mind, messily attempting to keep kissing Hyuka, the two of them moaning into each other’s mouths.

Uncrossing your legs, you stand up and grab a fistful of Soobin’s hair, yanking him up to look at you, a thin string of saliva connecting him and Hyuka’s mouths. You only smirk when he lets out a needy whine, eyes struggling to stay open through the onslaught of pleasure from behind. “I gave you an order, bunny. Why are you being so disobedient today, hmm? Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

His eyes shoot open at the implication of punishment, people-pleaser mode going into overdrive as he shakes his head wildly and pulls out of your grip to grab Hyuka’s shirt in his teeth again. He can’t stop his body from quaking, but he doesn’t let then deter him from frantically tugging at the piece of clothing, and with a little subtle help from Hyuka, he manages to get his shirt off.

You don’t know which part of the view is more enticing – the newly exposed skin of Hyuka’s softly defined torso, or Soobin’s hasty attempts to please you with such a humiliating task.

When he leans down to go for his waistband, his teeth scrape against the skin there as he tugs down both his pants and boxers at the same time. Hyuka tries to steady his heavy breathing with little avail as his hard cock is freed from its constraints, leaking precum onto his stomach. Soobin waits for further instruction instead of getting impatient this time, so you smile at him and pet his hair, fixing his slightly crooked bunny ears.

“That’s a good boy.” Grabbing the lube, you squeeze some onto Hyuka’s dick, using your hand to cover him in it, the boy hissing at the cold sensation and bucking his hips up into your fist. “Taehyun, slow down. Let Hyuka in too.”

Soobin shivers, obediently letting you position him as you like. You slip two lube-covered fingers into him alongside Taehyun’s cock, stretching him out as much as you can, then positioning him to sink down onto Hyuka.

All three of them groan at Hyuka’s cock sliding into him. Soobin can’t help but tremble at the feeling of being so full, clenching hard around them both and making Taehyun’s grip around his wrists white knuckled; Hyuka’s head falls back with a muffled whine, lip pulled between his teeth.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Yeonjun grunts, quick pumps of his hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Beomgyu, feeling generous, leans over to take the tip of his cock in his mouth, moving his hands away, and Yeonjun shudders and grabs his hair, pushing him down more. “Fuuuuck, I’m gonna cum— Soobinnie, look at me. Look at what you do to me, being a slutty little bunny for us— oh god, I’m c— I’m cumming—!”

Soobin can’t tear his eyes away, swivelling his hips down needily as Yeonjun cums in Beomgyu’s mouth, who kept sucking and swallowing until he was pushing him away. Beomgyu abruptly crashes his lips to Yeonjun’s, sloppily making out and shoving his own cum back into his mouth, the two groaning at the obscenity of it all. They always liked putting on a show, even as the supposed audience, but you hardly had it in you to complain.

Yeonjun then pulls him into his lap, shifting around the way they were facing so they could still side-eye Soobin and the rest of you while he frantically strokes Beomgyu’s cock in his hand.

“Good, make sure you keep watching him,” you hum, running your nails across his back, “After all, he’s dressed up so pretty for us today, taking two cocks in his little hole like a good boy. Isn’t that right, bunny?”

Soobin nods, pushing himself further down, tears springing to his eyes at the stretch. “O-Oh my go-od…”

“You okay?” Hyuka makes out through gritted teeth, gently cupping Soobin’s face. “Need a moment?”

He nods slowly, and Taehyun releases his wrists to run a hand through his own hair, a thin layer of sweat from his efforts coating his forehead. You know he’s been edging himself this whole time from your commands, and that’s not something he does lightly – when it’s his scene, he’ll manhandle you however he wants and work towards his orgasm himself if he has to, even if it means pinning you down and riding you until he cums. The only way to edge him was to restrain him, or, as you’ve now discovered, rope him into helping your scene with one of the other boys. Ah, the joys of polycules.

“Take your time,” Taehyun murmurs lowly, softly massaging his ass and smirking at how the rip in his tights spread wider.

Everyone waits patiently for him, mean sides dulled down in making sure your favourite little bunny doesn’t get hurt, and soon enough, he starts moving on his own, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut as he fucks himself back onto them.

“Good boy,” you encourage him, nodding at the other two to move. They both grab onto him, Hyuka pressing a kiss to his nose and Taehyun kissing down his back before rolling their hips into him.

Soobin stills, clutching tightly onto Hyuka’s shoulders, then lets out the most harmonious sound – a long, drawn-out moan so erotic that you know would have him beet red if he was reminded of it later. Grinning at that thought, you gesture for one of the boys on the couch to film, and Beomgyu is quick to oblige, slipping his phone out and pointing the camera at the boys on the table.

“Say hi to the camera, bunny,” Beomgyu teases, zooming in on Soobin’s face, then to where Taehyun and Hyuka’s cocks were disappearing into him.

“H-Haaah, hh- ohh please – please touch my cock,” Soobin cries out, blinking up at you with teary eyes, hot with humiliation, then back at the camera, then back at you. “Please, I’ll b-be good…!”

“Be careful what you wish for,” you chuckle darkly, pulling his dick free from the tight leotard and stroking it. His sigh of relief breaks off into a moan, doubling over Hyuka again, but this time he’s prepared to catch him. Hyuka holds him tight and in place as he and Taehyun work in tandem to make his toes curl and vision go fuzzy, and just as he does exactly that, you grin.

“A-Ahh I-I’m gonna cum—!”

“Stop.”

All three boys groan at your command, but listen anyway, a rush flooding through you at the power trip of having them so obedient for you. More tears well up in Soobin’s eyes, spilling down his cheeks - silently, because he wouldn’t dare complain.

Your smile is sickeningly sweet, combing your fingers through Soobin’s hair and fixing his headband again, straightening out the ears. “Good boys. Soobinnie cums only when I give him permission to, not a moment earlier. Got it?”

“P-Please let me cum,” Soobin begs, “Please, I need it so bad, please…”

“I want you to cum around my cock, since you were so kind as to pick it out for me. Or have you changed your mind? Satisfied now that you’re getting fucked by two cocks at once?”

Soobin lets out another broken moan, Beomgyu grinning knowing he caught this one on camera. “N-No, I still want you too, I just— I just really want to cum…!”

“Oh? That’s not what you were saying in the store, telling me to tone it down and now here you are, begging me for more. No bunny, you’re not allowed to cum until you make Hyuka and Taehyunnie cum first.”

That’s all it takes to get Soobin moving again, grinding his hips in circles onto the two of them, and with shaky exhales, they continue where they left off.

Taehyun is brutal, snapping his hips forward hard and fast, grip on his hips tight enough to leave bruises. Usually he would be meaner, wanting to push Soobin further, but after fucking his tight hole for this long, his own desire to cum overpowered that urge. Meanwhile Hyuka, who was trying his best to keep up but overwhelmed by Taehyun’s cock sliding so deliciously against his, digs his nails into Soobin’s back as he fucks him, leaving pretty red lines along his shoulder blades. He wouldn’t usually dare cum first unless he physically couldn’t help it, but knowing that Soobin couldn’t cum until he did had him even more eager.

Soobin is noisier than you’ve ever heard him, but he tries to muffle it by sucking and biting at Hyuka’s neck – you all know he loves the marks you leave behind – but you don’t stand for that. Curling the leash around your fist, you pull again, and the surprised gasp he makes lets you know that he almost forgot he had it on still.

“I want to hear you baby, nice and loud.”

He’s even less coherent after that, his cute, needy little noises filling the air, and the struggle in his eyes only makes it even sweeter; every time he side-eyes Beomgyu’s camera, he bites his lip, clearly embarrassed at how lewd he sounds, then catches himself, torn between his own pride and his desire to obey. The humiliation is so much stronger when you make him do it himself, you realise, rather than relying on you to do all the work – like when you make him say what he wants with his own words, or demand to hear every moan and whimper loud enough for the camera to pick up.

With a growl, Taehyun pulls Soobin out of Hyuka’s grip and flush against his chest, holding him by the hips and sinking his perfect little teeth into his neck. Soobin’s body tenses up, eyes rolling back into his head, and he must’ve clenched so tight as Hyuka and Taehyun both let out a strangled groan of delight.

“Please, please cum for me,” Soobin pants, leaning his head back on Taehyun’s shoulder, “I-I need it, please…”

“Keep begging and I’ll consider it,” he grunts in response, breath quickening as he felt himself slowly drawing closer and closer to his high, “You sound so pretty when you beg, Soobinnie.”

“P-Please!” Soobin is at his wits end, running out of words or coherent thoughts to keep going with. His frantic blubbering quickly becomes incomprehensible beyond cries of please, want you so bad, need to cum, and strings of curses, but the smirk on Taehyun’s face tells you that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

You yank on the cord again. “Look at me, bun.”

He can barely keep his eyes open, twitching and whimpering in Taehyun’s iron grip, but he tries his damn best, blinking through the tears. You reward him by grabbing his cock again and jerking it quickly, and he ends up somehow flinching away from your touch at the same time as leaning into it.

“T-Too much— ____ please I’m really gonna cum please—”

“Not before your boyfriends do,” you tut, clicking your tongue.

“A-Ah, Taehyun, Hyuka, I’m so, so, so close please, please, please—!”

“M-Me too,” Hyuka whines, and you can see the visible relief of Soobin’s face as he relaxes – as much as one can relax while being pounded by two people and getting his dick stroked all at once – and lets them use his body to get off as they see fit.

Moments later, Hyuka cums with a call of Soobin’s name, deep inside him, biting down hard on his own lip as Taehyun kept fucking his cum back into him. Soobin falls over the edge right after him, back arching and body shuddering, only for you to cruelly pull your hand away from him again, watching it twitch helplessly and spurt cum all over Hyuka’s stomach and chest.

“W-Why…?” He mumbles blearily, barely keeping himself upright after the intensity of his orgasm, looking so absolutely wreckedthat you almost wanted to have mercy on him.

Almost.

“What did I say, baby?”

“I-I—” His words fizzle and die out as Taehyun gave him a particularly harsh thrust from behind, wrapping a veiny hand around his neck over the collar and squeezing lightly. You don’t even bother telling him to back off your scene this time, not anymore; you find you quite like seeing the rest of your boyfriends use him as they please.

“I wasn’t done with you yet, Soobinnie,” Taehyun hums next to his ear. The tears that spring into his eyes at the realisation seem to do it for him, though, as with a few more snaps of his hips, he cums in his ass with a low groan. Beomgyu makes sure to lean forward to catch it all on film as Taehyun slowly pulls Soobin off him and Hyuka, watching both of their cum drip from his hole and land on Hyuka’s twitching cock beneath him.

“Don’t let any more of that cum fall out, bun,” you instruct, giggling as he tries his best to hold it in but he’s been fucked so brutally it keeps spilling out. “Yeonjun, be a darling and go get a plug for him, will you?”

Yeonjun is quick to peel Beomgyu off his lap and get up, rushing over to his room to get one, while you gently pat Soobin’s hair and brush it out of his face to kiss his forehead.

“How are we doing, bunny? Colour?”

Soobin is barely there, but he offers you a weak yet genuine smile. “…Green.”

“Good boy.” You reward him with a soft kiss to his lips, a small reminder that you still love him under the mean exterior, then pull away to gesture at the mess of Hyuka he made beneath him. “Look at the mess you’ve made… without permission too. You were just that desperate, hmm?”

“Make him lick it off him,” Beomgyu pipes up, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other still holding the camera. “I wanna see him with cum all over his mouth like a dirty little slut.”

You stroll over to sit next to Beomgyu on the couch, batting his hand away so you could do it yourself. He shudders slightly, fucking into your fist eagerly. “I like the way you think, Gyu. Go on then, bunny, don’t miss a drop.”

He doesn’t have anything left in him to protest or even process his embarrassment anymore, simply listening without question and leaning down to start licking his own cum off Hyuka’s skin like it was his job to do so.

“F-Fuck,” Hyuka hisses, abs tensing up at Soobin’s mouth on him, “That’s so… god, that’s so hot. You’re incredible, Soobin.”

“Don’t forget to clean me up too,” Taehyun cuts in, a hand on Soobin’s head guiding him towards his cock, “You’re doing so well for us.”

Soobin smiles through his blush, the praise affecting him almost as much as all the degradation did, dutifully sucking Taehyun to near overstimulation before finishing up the mess he left on Hyuka. Yeonjun returns moments later, plug in hand, using it to wipe up the cum dribbling down his thighs before securing it in his ass, a pretty purple jewel on the end.

“Please tell me I can use him next.”

He feels like a goddamn doll being talked about like this, right in front of him no less – but he loves it, smiling dreamily with cum coating his lips and tongue.

“You and Beomgyu can use his mouth while I have my way with him. Come on bun, you’re gonna want to be on a bed for this one.”

First, he proudly presents to you the cum he had gathered, sticking his tongue out and blinking up at you with those big doe eyes. Unable to resist, you lean down and lick it right off his tongue, connecting your lips in the sloppiest of kisses, moaning appreciatively into his pretty mouth. When you pull apart, a thin line of spit and cum hangs from each of your lips, and you can hear the shutter sound of Beomgyu pressing the screenshot button while he records.

“See? I knew you could be a good bunny for me.”

Your words of affirmation have him glowing, smiling happily as he gets to his feet – albeit a little wobbly and leaning on Taehyun for support – and trails after you to the bedroom, leash in hand still.

He gets on the bed without needing any prompting from you, obediently sitting on his knees with his hands in his lap. You carefully work him out of the playboy bunny leotard, but leaving the collar, the tights, and the bunny ears on.

“Awh,” Beomgyu comments half-heartedly, “I liked the little tail on him.”

“We’ll get a bunny tail plug for him one of these days,” you decide, “But for now, not much else will be fitting in there along with me.”

Soobin watches, brimming with curiosity, as you go straight for your toy drawer again, this time pulling out a surprisingly small, remote-controlled vibe, followed by skin-safe tape.

His breath catches in his throat once he puts two and two together, gulping as you attach it to the head of his dick then toss Yeonjun the remote. Yeonjun snickers, immediately turning it up all the way, and Soobin jolts, grabbing at the nearest surface for purchase – that surface being you – and digging his nails in.

“____, a-ah I’m— I need you so ba-ad,” he chokes out, unable to keep still under the vibrations on his already sensitive cockhead so soon after cumming. He looks like he’s about to cry again, but he looks so damn cutewith puffy eyes, glassy with tears, so you simply kiss his brow and gently push him back onto the bed.

“And you have me,” you hum simply, grabbing the lube and lathering your strap with it as the rest of your boyfriends settle themselves on the bed and on chairs next to the bed, Beomgyu abandoning his phone recording in favour of taking his clothes off and situating himself next to Soobin on the bed. He doesn’t ask, but he doesn’t need to; Soobin automatically reaches out to him, big hands wrapping around his cock, then Yeonjun’s.

Pulling out the plug, you make him suck it clean while you press the tip of your cock to his twitching hole, shivering at the combination of the cold sensation and the toy abusing his dick.

“Turn it down a bit, Yeonjun,” you tell him calmly, “As much as I love to see our baby bunny writhe for me, he needs to be able to take me first.”

“Fiiine,” Yeonjun reluctantly agrees, turning it off, and Soobin instantly relaxes, feeling like he can finally breathe again.

All up until you push the end of the massive toy into him, and his eyes fly open, then quickly roll back into his head as more of its length makes its way inside him.

“More,” he pants, aggressively jerking the two boys in his hands and leaning his hips toward you, “I can- I can t-take it, ooh fuck…”

You take your time, slowly and steadily pushing into him and stretching out his already gaping hole even wider, then still yourself so he can catch his breath. He gratefully inhales more air into his lungs until he relaxes, smiling hazily up at you. He’s on cloud fucking nine, and it’s one of your absolute favourite looks on him. “Ah, it’s so big…”

“Bunny, it’s not even halfway in yet.”

He swears he almost cums in that moment, hissing between gritted teeth, his cock twitching as it lies flat on his stomach. “Fuuuck… more, please.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a moment—”

“More, please.”

“Let’s not rush, bun,” you tut softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His hands quicken their pace around your boyfriends, brows furrowing as he clenches around what little of the strap you’ve given him. “Ngh… sorry… I just really want you to fuck me…!”

You brush off the way his words send heat flooding down south and pour more lube onto the toy before pushing in a little more, thrusting in and out lightly, thoroughly impressed at how much he was able to take. “Who knew we had such a greedy cockslut among us, hmm? You just love being stuffed to the absolute brim.”

“M-More.”

When you don’t move fast enough for him, he grabs at your hips and hooks his legs around yours, shoving himself all the way down onto the toy with a guttural moan, eyes squeezed shut and back arching off the bed.

“Careful, bun!” You chastise him, laughing breathlessly at his enthusiasm and gently massaging at his thighs, “You can get hurt like that.”

“S-Sorry,” he grunts, barely cracking open his eyes to meet yours with that beautifully dazed grin of his. “I can’t help it, it just… it feels so good.”

Shivers go down your spine at his low, husky confession, and after hours of teasing him, even you’ve reached your limit.

You want to completely ruin him.

Pulling hard on the leash with one hand and scraping your nails along his abdominal muscles with the other, you finally, finallystart fucking him. His head flies back into the pillows, a broken gasp leaving his throat as his whole body is wracked by the pleasure between his legs, and that’s when Yeonjun decides to switch the bullet on his dick back on again.

“F-Fuck— oh my god!” He nearly screams out your name, tears springing to his eyes once more. Yeonjun and Beomgyu guide his hands towards them, and Soobin attempts to be a good boy and get them off, but his pace is inconsistent and erratic from the force of you giving it to him. He doesn’t even try and bite back his sounds this time, way too far gone; he chants your name like a prayer, or a curse – it’s too much and not enough all at once, and any solid thoughts he had in his head are replaced with simply you.

You, towering over him and making him feel so small and helpless despite him being the tallest in the room, you, with a pussy but having a bigger dick than all of them, you, seeping under his skin and filling all his senses until he feels like he can’t breathe. He’ll gladly drown in you, he thinks, each shift of you inside him and stretching him out sending him further under.

“Oh fuck ____ n-not there, don’t— stop— ah!”

They’re empty words and you both know it – he doesn’t even know if he’s saying don’t and stop or don’t stop anymore – so you keep thrusting into him hard enough to make his body shake; even though he already couldn’t stop quivering at the overstimulation of his dick, thrashing around wildly on the bed and bending his bunny ears out of shape against the pillows.

“Where, here?” You tease, angling your hips to hit the same spot that had him seizing, mouth hanging open and crying out your name over and over. “What was that, you wanted me to… stop?”

You slow down to a standstill, and Soobin whines brokenly, pitifully pushing himself back onto you. “N-No, I didn’t— I didn’t mean—”

He’s crying again, with Yeonjun and Beomgyu jerking each other off again while fighting over the remote, turning it up and down repeatedly and not giving Soobin a chance to breathe.

“Aww,” Yeonjun coos, leaning down to kiss the tears off his cheeks, “Our cute little Soobinnie. What’s your colour?”

“Green, the g-greenest of greens— please, please keep going, I’ll be a good boy, I p-promise— ah-ah, fuck! T-Too much, too mu- a-ah!”

Beomgyu giggles, a hand wrapped around Soobin’s weeping cock and rubbing his thumb into the tip while the vibrator buzzed away still, overwhelming him so much it hurt – but he didn’t want it to stop. He can’t stop crying, sobbing and hiccupping in a way he thinks is unflattering, but the effect it has on the rest of you implies quite the opposite.

“I thought you wanted us to keep going. Now it’s too much?” Beomgyu points out his contradiction with faux confusion, laughing cruelly at how much Soobin struggles. It only serves to embarrass him even more, but it’s almost as if he can’t control his words; like they all come tumbling out before he can stop them.

“P-Please,” he whines again, broken and running out of things to say that wouldn’t dig him deeper into a hole. “Please!”

“What are you begging for, Soobinnie?” You press, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head; with a single nod to Yeonjun he knows what to do, digging through your drawers until he finds some pretty pink silk ties, getting to work tying Soobin’s wrists to the headboard while he frantically blinks away his tears and tries to get words out through his sobs.

“Y-You, please, w-want you— f-fuck I’m— o-oh my g-god, I’m gonna cum again—!”

“Again?” Yeonjun seems genuinely impressed, pushing you back to see Soobin’s cock jumping in Beomgyu’s grasp, only to spill cum all over himself with a shaky moan. He cums hard enough to get some all the way on his collarbones and chest, Yeonjun diving down to lick it up and circle his tongue around Soobin’s nipple, then graze his teeth against it.

“Fu-uuuck!”

You’ve definitely never heard Soobin so loud and so utterly wrecked,but it’s a beautiful sound. You decide to take that as a cue to start fucking the giant toy back into his ass, Taehyun and Hyuka’s cum from earlier spilling out onto the sheets and making them both groan from the sidelines. Soobin writhes in his restraints, but Yeonjun is a practiced rigger, so the knots don’t give, only serving to make the lean muscle in his arms flex and give everyone a brilliant view.

“Such pretty noises,” Yeonjun hums, “Can you make them with my cock stuffed in your mouth, hm?”

Soobin obediently opens his mouth, but Beomgyu grabs him by the hair and nudges him towards his cock instead.

“I sucked you off earlier, it’s my turn,” he growls, shoving his dick as far down Soobin’s throat as he lets him. “Fuuuck, so wet and warm…”

“Wow,” Yeonjun huffs at the audacity, but only ends up grabbing Beomgyu by the chin and crashing their lips together, heatedly making out in an angry way that was not unfamiliar to them both. Taking Beomgyu’s wrist that wasn’t occupied holding Soobin’s head down on his cock, he guided him to jack him off next to Soobin’s face, who kept moaning around Beomgyu enough to make him shiver.

“Look at you, bunny… all stretched out nice and wide for me, both your holes stuffed with cock… isn’t he pretty?” You turn to Taehyun and Hyuka, the latter of which was sitting in his lap, grinding on each other languidly with their eyes locked on the scene in front of them.

“S-So pretty,” Hyuka chokes out, the simple grinding getting him all worked up while the sensitivity from his earlier orgasm still lingered. “Ah, our Soobinnie… he’s taking you so w-well.”

Taehyun chuckles, pulling Hyuka’s hips against him and making him whine. “He’s a total mess for us. Look at him, cum in his ass, on his chest, in his mouth soon enough… and always begging for more. He’s our insatiable little bunny, isn’t he? He just loves it when we ruin him like this.”

Soobin is too caught up in it to act embarrassed now; the twinge of humiliation still makes his dick twitch, but he just nods dutifully, mouth still full of Beomgyu’s dick, accepting it with a twisted sense of pride.

Grabbing his long legs, you hook them over your shoulders and push them closer to his chest, grinning at the muffled cry from around Beomgyu, fucking him at a new angle, the impressively big toy only hitting even deeper. He puts up the peace sign where his wrists are tied, a sign familiar with all of you, so Beomgyu lets go of his hair and lets him take in greedy gasps of air, babbling something incomprehensible as he feels fuller than he ever thought he could.

“Feel it… s-so deep, ah!” He moans your name again, craning his neck to see where your hips met. You press a hand on his cum-covered stomach, where your cock was battering his prostate repeatedly, and the mangled cry he lets out is music to your ears.

“Gonna cum for me one more time, bun?” You ask, leaning down to kiss and lick and bite along his chest, wanting him not just to feel your touch on him the next morning, but also see it every time he looks in the mirror.

“C-Can’t, too much,” Soobin whimpers, his voice whiny and high-pitched and so damn cute you almost can’t stand it. “B-But I— I wanna be a g-good bunny for yoooou… ahh, ngh—!”

“You’re the best bunny for us,” you remind him gently, leaving a vaguely heart-shaped hickey right above his collarbone. “You sure you don’t have one more for us, mm? Come on, just one.”

He feels like his brain has liquified and spilled out his ears, nodding in a daze, drunk on you. He doesn’t even flinch when Yeonjun cums on his face, or when you bring your hand to his lips to clean his own essence off it, or when Beomgyu follows through not long after and adds his cum to the filthy mix of sweat and cum and spit on Soobin’s torso.

One of them turns up the vibrator strapped to his cock again, but Soobin’s voice has grown hoarse, instead just letting out hiccup-y sobs and whines as his climax creeps up on him for the fourth time that night. At this point, his own name sounds more foreign to him than yours, and with one final, violent shudder and noisy whimper, his high seizes him again.

His dick twitches, weakly leaking the little cum he had left down the shaft, and Yeonjun turns off the vibrator as you slow down and start pulling out, Soobin barely able to keep his eyes open.

Covered in cum, hickeys, tears, and on a leash still, bunny ears crooked from all his thrashing and tights ripped and stained, he looks absolutely glorious in the most sinful of ways; so much so you decide to grab the nearest phone and take a few photos while he caught his breath, panting like he just ran a marathon.

“Don’t… Don’t you wanna get off, too?”

Those are the first words Soobin manages to get out after all that huffing and puffing. You smile, softly this time – without the dark undertone to it that it had for most of the day. “You’re on the brink of consciousness right now, bunny. It’s okay. One of the others can take care of me, okay?”

He nods brainlessly, so deep in subspace that he’s inclined to agree with anything you say. You kiss him tenderly, then look around at the others. “Hyuka, go get a bath running – as pretty as he looks like this, it won’t be as fun if it dries. Taehyun, you’ll be able to carry him there, right? I don’t think he’ll be able to walk well. And maybe get to changing these sheets after. Yeonjun, grab some water for him and maybe something to eat – whether you order takeout or cook or make instant ramen, up to you. Beomgyu—”

“I’ll take care of you,” he interrupts as the others start on the tasks you’ve assigned them.

“Wh—"

He doesn’t give you any room to protest, crawling over to you and kissing you slowly, working the straps of your harness off and setting it aside. He’s a stupidly good kisser, effectively taking your breath away and making you melt into his touch.

“What happened to not taking over other people’s scenes, Gyu?” You exhale breathlessly once you pull apart, resting your foreheads together. He chuckles, pecking your lips affectionately. The gesture is so intimate and gentle it almost catches you off guard – you lean in for more, but he pulls back with a little grin to tease you just that little bit more.

“Don’t be bratty, we both know your scene is over. You’re all wound up from all that, let me make you feel good while they take care of Soobin, okay?”

You don’t have anything clever to say to that, relaxing as you step down and relinquish your control to him. He seems a lot calmer as well, no longer trying to be mean or a tease, reverently kissing down your body and splaying you out on the bed once Taehyun takes Soobin away.

I’m plenty wet already, you can hurry up now, you want to say, but the words die on your tongue as Beomgyu continues worshipping your body like it’s a divine gift. It’s so tender, so nice, so you can’t complain, even when you’re aching for him, your body begging for its release.

Once he leaves enough love bites on your skin to satisfy him, he brings his face in front of your cunt and waits no longer, diving right in. He licks up every drop of you he can get on his tongue, moaning into you appreciatively and sucking at your clit hard enough to make your thighs clamp around his head on instinct. His long hair is perfect for pulling, so you do exactly that, tangling your hand in it and tugging him impossibly closer, earning you a baritone growl from the back of his throat that has you trembling.

“B-Beomgyu—"

Your breath quickly leaves your lungs when he adds his fingers as well, pushing and curling in all the right places; it’s almost embarrassing how well he knows you by now, playing your body like a finely tuned instrument, your gasps of his name his favourite song.

You’re so keyed up from teasing Soobin all day that your high approaches you fast enough to catch you off guard, suddenly hitting you all at once and flooding through your entire body; Beomgyu coaxes you through it, letting you grind on his tongue and getting his face covered in your wetness, continuing until you were physically pushing him away and cringing at the overstimulation.

“Can’t handle what you dish out, hmm?” Beomgyu can’t help but comment cockily, laughing at your unamused glare at him. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be nice. Do you want to cum again? I could do this all day, you know.”

“I know you can… alright, one more time. A-Ah—!”

By the time Beomgyu is done with you, Soobin is all washed up and being carried and tucked into bed, with the promise of being woken up when dinner arrives. In the bathroom, Hyuka is already running a new bath with clean water for you, beaming invitingly.

“Wanna wash up with me?”

You nod gratefully, climbing into the tub with him and letting it fill up slowly, the warm water doing wonders to soothe your tired muscles. You express your gratitude by helping him scrub down, and he repays the favour in kind, softly humming a serene tune.

“You know, just because you were in charge n’ all doesn’t mean you can’t get aftercare too,” Hyuka reminds you, kissing your cheek.

Yeonjun pokes his head in the doorway at that, giving you that cutely scrunched up grin he always does. “Did someone say a dominant who needs aftercare?”

“Mhm…”

He takes that as his cue to come inside, shedding his remaining articles of clothing and joining you and Hyuka in the tub, the water overflowing and getting all over the bathroom floor. Your legs are all cramped, especially their tall and gangly frames, but none of you seem to care. Yeonjun pulls your back to his chest, reverently kissing along your shoulder and idly running his hands across you and Hyuka’s bodies, who tenderly washes you and Yeonjun’s hair. It’s nice, you think. Real nice. The kind of nice that reminds you of everything good in the world.

“You two look like cats,” Hyuka giggles, scratching softly at your scalps as he massages the shampoo through it and gazing at you ever so fondly as the two of you deflate into smiley idiots under his affectionate touch. “It’s cute.”

“You’re cute,” you mumble back as if it was some kind of insult, but that only serves to make him giggle even more.

Yeonjun catches onto the giggles too, but quickly collects himself before he gets carried away. “You’re both cuties. Let me wash your hair too, Hyuka.”

Caught between them, you don’t mind lazily worshipping Hyuka’s body with your mouth while Yeonjun leans over you to wash his hair, happy to be caught between the two bodies of warmth and feeling safe and loved caged between them.

“Maybe next time, you should be our pet, ____,” Yeonjun suggests cheekily, nipping at your ear. “Tell me that doesn’t sound appealing, eh? Having all of us have our turns with you?”

“Mm, that does sound nice,” you murmur, almost salivating at the thought. As much as you like bossing them around, the thought of swapping places with Soobin had you all sorts of curious. “You’d all take care of me?”

“We’re taking care of you right now, aren’t we?” Hyuka chimes in, gently massaging the tension from your shoulders. “Although I think the others will be keen on ruining you too.”

“I do like it when you can take as much as you dish out,” Yeonjun comments, rinsing your hair and laughing at you blubbering at the water. It’s a little embarrassing, but with the way Yeonjun looks down at you and smiles, you think you’re starting to see why Soobin likes it so much. “And I know you can take that and more. Right?”

“Is that a challenge?” You scoff, shifting around to face him and give him a playful smirk, to which he just bops you on the nose.

“There’s that spark. I see you’ve come back to Earth now! Come on, let’s get out before we go all pruny.”

Drying each other is full of just as many giggles and kisses as bathing each other was, and Yeonjun ends up tucking you and Hyuka into bed with Soobin as he waits on the takeout, you and Hyuka curling around Soobin from either side and peppering him with kisses.

“You did so well for us today, Soobinnie, you were such a good bunny,” you hum softly, his eyes fluttering as he struggles to keep himself awake. “Don’t worry. You can nap now until the food gets here.”

Soobin nods drowsily, snuggling closer and tucking you under his chin, Hyuka clinging to his back.

“I love you,” he mumbles faintly against the crown of your head. “All of you.”

You kiss his sternum and hear Hyuka do the same to the back of his neck before you both reply in unison,

“We love you too.”

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breaking in the new [ vi + caitlyn ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you get a new bed after hearing vi complain about how small the current one has gotten -- this, of course, leads to the three of you breaking the new piece of furniture

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, poly-relationship, smut [ dirty talk, pet names, dom/sub -- dom!vi, switch!caitlyn, switch!reader, strap-ons, vaginal fingering, breast worship, slight degradation, praise kink, clit play, voyeurism ] + mature language

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

“uh... what is this?” vi questions from the doorway, gesturing over to the slightly larger bed seated in the corner of the bedroom. she eyes it for a moment, realizing a second later that it’s actually quite new, considering the new bedding  that was already fitted around the mattress.

“oh! i got us a new bed.” you smile, not paying too much heed to the importance of it. seeing it was something much needed as the three of you had outgrown the one caitlyn’s mother had sent with her upon moving out of the kiramman’s estate.

however, vi was more intrigued by the prospect of a new bed -- seeing as mattresses where hard to come by in the undercity, and most of the time, she had slept on some raggedy couch with more stains on it then she cared to admit. but, it was a place to sleep. so, she wasted no time in laying atop the mattress and relishing in the comfort of it.

“you know, i heard there was this thing you topsiders did when you got new beds.” vi comments, leaning up to rest back on her elbows. you raise a brow in her direction, “and what is this thing?”

“to break it in... you fuck in it.” heat rushes to your cheeks at her words, and she chuckles deeply as her smirk grows wider. your gaze is cast to the ground, and before she gets the chance to tease you further, caitlyn comes walking into the bedroom, “what's going on here?”

“i was just telling the princess here how we should test out our new bed.” vi smiles, which shocks the darker haired girl into actually looking over where vi is currently laying, “you... got us a new bed?” she questions, stepping closer to the mattress and letting her hand run over the new bedding, “yeah, the three of us didn’t fit in your old one anymore. and i figured it would be something nice to have.” caitlyn smiles, 

“so... are we going to test this out? like vi suggested?” she turns, shooting you a sly smile before extending her hand out for you to take. you step forward, taking her hand as vi sits up completely, having already shrugged off her iconic red jacket, leaving her in a white tank top and her trousers.

with a belated breath, she watched as caitlyn cupped your jaw, pulling you in for a deep kiss. you hummed softly, swiping your hands over the front of caitlyn’s white blouse as fingers flitted to unbutton the shirt with practiced ease.

vi hummed in tune with you, climbing up to rest on her knees as she shuffled towards the edge of the bed, and pulled the two of you closer. you gasped against caitlyn’s mouth as hands flew around your hips and ushering you into vi’s embrace.

caitlyn broke the kiss, raising a manicured brow at the pink haired woman, “is there something you require?” she states with a hardened gaze, one the falters a second later as vi’s face hardens and she lowers her voice, “yes, both of you on the bed.”

there is a brief moment the two of you share a look before doing as told, and climbing atop the mattress right next to vi. she’s smug, and happy to see the two of you following orders. and more than ready to move things along.

she shifts over, fingers skimming across where your hands had been at caitlyn’s chest before she’s tracing a small shape against the newly exposed skin, “i thought you had some manners, princess. especially after all those late nights of teaching them to you.” your face heats again at her words, your head averting from her gaze as you recall the time she had spend teaching you some manners while caitlyn watched on.

“so, what do we say?” she muses, looking from you and back over to caitlyn. you gulp, shuffling over to the blue haired girl, “may i assist you?” you question softly, looking directly into caitlyn’s blues as you say it. she eagerly responded, laying back down against the mattress to give you all access to her shirt. 

and after a quick assurance from vi, you climb up to straddle her hips, fingers making quick work with her layers. with caitlyn holding back a few moan’s with each button and clasp popped. 

vi moaned softly, having worked out of her trousers and tank while you were too busy focused on getting caitlyn unbuttoned -- cursing the enforcer uniform’s for being so intricate. vi’s hand comes down, smoothing along her breasts before tweaking her nipple and pulling a moan from the girl under you.

“take good care of her, princess.” vi smiles, ushering you down and letting you enjoy the time permitted with caitlyn’s breasts. your lips close around one of her perked buds, turning her attention back towards you with a small yelp in surprise. vi cooed from above the two of you, reaching down to pull one of caitlyn’s hands toward her own breast as you dove back in.

you cupped caitlyn’s breast, thumbing over one bud as you worked the other with your mouth and tongue, sucking gently. you softly hummed, vibrations from your mouth lighting up down her spine as she moaned harshly, hips bucking up underneath you to grind against your already wet center -- cutting over your actions as you moaned against her chest.

“let’s move on, shall we?” quick nods from you and caitlyn answered her question, as she guided you from caitlyn’s lap and down beside her, where she scooped you up into a hair-raising kiss before gently patting your cheek, “who do you want me to fuck first? you or cupcake?” vi whispers to you gently, eyeing the blue haired girl out of the corner of her eye.

“caitlyn.” your answer is quick, and not one you will ever have to think on as you love watching vi make caitlyn crumble in your lap. vi smiles brightly with a nod, kissing your lips once more as she slides off the bed and goes to rummage around in the bedside table until she finds her strap.

caitlyn’s eyes go wide at the pink cock, and the two of you enjoy the show of vi sliding the straps over her hips and securing the cock in place before grabbing the lube from the drawer, “get her undressed for me, will you princess?” vi coos over at you, and you nod vehemently. moving to tuck your fingers under the band of her uniform pants -- thanking the stars for the pliable waistband, to ease the pants down the length of her legs.

caitlyn only smiles, letting you almost manhandle her as she watches vi slick up the fake cock with a smug smile. the gentle moan that leaves her lips as you peel her panties down her legs, letting them join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“work her open for me?” vi asks again, nodding in permission before you turn back to caitlyn, “may i?” you question, remembering your manners as vi purrs out a praise from beside you. caitlyn nods, smiling up at you as you bring your fingers to your mouth, pushing them between your lips to wet them. before trailing them down towards her cunt, mixing your spit with the wetness already gathered along her entrance as you push a finger in, shivering at her choked gasp as your finger becomes fully seated inside of her.

you work her up, adding a second finger a few minutes later to get her use to the stretch that vi’s cock would provide later. your thumb, rubbing at her clit in time with your soft thrusts as you pad against her sweet spot, relishing in every moan that tumbles from her lips.

“can i take over, princess?” vi purrs against your ear, smiling down as caitlyn’s cunt tight grips your fingers in anticipation. you nod, slipping your fingers from caitlyn’s cunt and pulling them in level with vi’s mouth. she quickly gets the hint, lips wrapping around your fingers with a delighted moan as she sucks the juices from your fingers. 

your fingers drop from her mouth, to which her quickly smothers you with a kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth to let you have a taste. you moan, fingers combing through her hair as you suck on her tongue. she pulls back with a wink, before settling herself between caitlyn’s legs and nodded up towards the pillows, “get yourself comfortable to watch, princess.”

you nod, quickly shedding the rest of your clothes before snuggling up against the pillows as vi turns caitlyn over onto her hands and knees. you watch silently as vi’s hands ghost up the sides of caitlyn’s curves, settling at her shoulders before sliding her cock through her folds. caitlyn moans, hips shifting back to quicken vi’s movements, which only earns her a sharp pinch to the ass.

vi slides into caitlyn in a fluid stroke, the unison moan of the three of you echoing throughout the room. vi gives her a few seconds to adjust before she sets a rather rough pace. vi pounds into caitlyn without restraint, spewing filth with each thrust of her hips as caitlyn struggles to keep up right, “fuck...! who’s pussy is this?”

“yours!” caitlyn all but sobs, tears pricking at her eyes as she looks over at your comfortable position, fingers rubbing feverishly at your clit as you try to keep in time with vi’s thrusts -- wanting to come at the same time caitlyn does for added effect.

vi’s eyes drift over to where you’re laying, smiling brightly as your head tosses back against the pillows as your finger drift down toward you opening, fingers working hard to thrust into your soaked hole while still stimulating your clit. you mewl softly, not wanting to distract from vi or caitlyn’s concentration, after all, this was about them right now.

“oh, fuck!” caitlyn gasped, bucking her hips back against vi -- chasing after her orgasm that was teetering right on the edge. vi only smiled, hand slipping form her shoulder to rub at the bundle of nerves seated between her legs. matching the pace and pressure you had on your own as she utter, “you both close?”

silent nods came from the both of you, and while the pace and roughness of her hips never faltered or changed pace, she worked harder at caitlyn’s clit and purring softly over at you, “come around your fingers for me, princess. pretend they’re mine, and that it’s me making you feel good.”

you sob out a cry as you come around your fingers, just as caitlyn does the same -- vi cooing and praising the two of you through the aftershocks and you regain your breathing. caitlyn all but collapses against the mattress, chest heaving as she reaches over to lace her fingers with you.

vi leans over, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then yours, “take some time, we definitely aren’t stopping here tonight.” she smiles, patting your cheek gently before standing from the bed to grab some much needed items to service the rest of the night.

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the Little Fox Chapter 4

“The idea of being free was a foreign concept. Being free meant having choices, having opportunities. Being a hybrid meant never being free.”

Summary: Just as you escaped the Little Fox, a bidding house, you find yourself at war with your thoughts, not wanting to go to another shelter. You didn’t expect yourself to find a home anywhere, especially not with the men who found you, and their pack.

Pairing: eventual polyBTS x hybrid reader

Genre: hybrid au!, fluff, angst, poly, mentions of abo, slowburn, eventual smut

Status: Ongoing

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: insecurities, anxiety, past abuse, past sexual abuse, mentions of rape/noncon, some violence, mentions of violence.

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of trauma, anxiety, mentions of blood, reference to past abuse, implication of past abuse, reference to trauma

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Waking up to the sound of footsteps and humming was not what you had in mind. Groaning, you try to turn onto your stomach, only to be stopped by wires. A laugh snaps you out of your sleepy haze, head shooting up to see the nurse from before typing at the computer near the door.

“Good morning sunshine!” you groan again, throwing your head back onto the bed, only to gasp at the pain. “Careful! Your neck will be sore for a couple of more days. Now, I have your breakfast ready, and the doctor has already come in and checked on you. He says that he wants to keep you one more night for observation.”

She begins to fidget with a packet of medicine, trying to open it. “Did you know that you have a bleeding disorder?”

Your face scrunches up, brows knitting in confusion. You pull your tail to your chest, shaking your head. The nurse sighs.

“Okay well, let me put it this way, your blood is missing a factor in it. In order to not bleed out, blood clots, right?” You nod your head, “Your blood does not clot. This would help explain why the bruising is taking long to heal. So, the doctor has prescribed you some medicine to help with the clotting.” She puts some pills into a cup, handing it to you with some water.

You take it, handing her back the empty cup. This bleeding disorder would actually explain a lot. I never did heal as fast as Hyuk thought I should, leading him to always place you into one of the rooms instead of the examination room.

She comes back to you, maneuvering the table and tray again, like last night. “Your friends from last night are back, along with another person. Do you want me to let them know that they can come up?” You look at the clock above the door and seeing that it is past 9 am, you know that they must have been waiting since 8 when visiting hours opened. You look at her and nod.  

“Okay deary, I will let them know.” She says, leaving the room once again. Looking down at the tray, you begin to think about why they would keep visiting. Do they feel bad? Do I remind them of someone?

You squint your eyes at the food, remembering that Sweats and Strawberries were going to bring their fox mate to see you today. They said he was worried about you. But why would he be worried about me? It doesn't make sense.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by the door opening, the scent of chocolate and coffee entering the room. Your shoulders relax unknowingly, comfort wrapped around your arms like a hug. You look up and see Sweats and Strawberry with someone new, the fox.

He wore a black beanie, a t-shirt and sweats. Bracelets adorned his wrists, most looking homemade. He honestly looked like a forgotten Greek god; face chiseled to perfection.

Noticing that you were staring, Strawberries walked in front of the fox, coming to your side and sitting on the bed.

“Taehyung, this is… uh oh.” He gasps, realizing that he never asked for your name. Nor did he introduce himself.

“Yah! You dummy! You never introduced yourself!” Sweats yells, making you cover your ears. Shrinking down, you try to make yourself small behind Strawberries, causing the men in front of you to pause. “I’m sorry for yelling. My name is Seokjin, but you can call me Jin,” He stops, interrupted by Strawberries.

“You can call him Jinnie! That’s what we all call him, and look, it makes him flustered.” Strawberries states, a grin growing on his face as he nudges my shoulder, now pointing at the blush beginning to grow on Jin’s face.

I start to smile, seeing how Jin begins to come at Strawberries, saying things too fast for you to understand while slapping him wherever he can. Strawberries just laughing the whole time repeating “Jinnie” and “Jinnie Hyung”.

“His name is Jimin by the way.” you jump, startled by the presence behind you. You look behind you to see Taehyung. His hands in his sweat pockets as he looks you up and down. His eyes eventually linger on your neck, like everyone else has.

His pupils dilated, jaw becoming tense. You gulp, not knowing why he was so mad. His scent quickly turned rotten and had you holding your breath. You flinch, his movements too quick as he brings you into his arms, placing your head into his neck.

The rest of the room quickly freezes, becoming silent at the sight of Taehyung and you. Nuzzling himself onto the top of your head, you begin to shake, scared.

“Tae..You are scaring her baby,” Jimin says, arms up, scared to make the situation worse. Taehyung tightens his hold on you, now nuzzling his nose into your neck, hot breath meeting your scent gland.

You begin to relax at the feeling of him, even with your instincts telling you to flee. He lessens his grip at the sight of you relaxing, pushing his pheromones to wrap around the both of you.

“Tae, we talked about this before we came.” Jin says, coming to place a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. His eyes softened at the sight of his mate, still wrapped around you.

Whatever they must have talked about before coming made him pause in his scenting. He pulls back, looking you in the eye. Your eyes glazed over from the previous scenting, both coming down from the beginning of a pheromone high.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, still close to you. His face turns into one of sadness, tears starting to well in his eyes at the thought of scaring you. You shake your head.

“It’s okay.” You whisper back.  Jin, still holding onto Taehyung, looks surprised, mouth opening and closing, trying to form proper words. He eventually says nothing, helping you back into the bed. Once under the covers, Taehyung who is still standing, walks to where Jimin is now sitting right next to the bed.

Seeing there is nowhere else to sit, Jin takes a seat at the end of the bed, crossing one leg over the other.

“That went better than I thought.” Jin states, breaking the weird atmosphere the room had entered.

Jimin, however, jolts in his seat. Looking at you he exclaims. “You never told us your name!” Everyone looks at you again, making you squirm in your seat.

“My name is Y/N.” You say, not looking up from your lap.

“That is a very pretty name Y/N.” Jin says, making you look up at him, a small smile on his face, eyes beginning to crinkle. A blush appears on your face as the boys start talking about what Taehyung did yesterday.

Around noon, the nurse comes back into the room. Seeing the boys still here, she smiles.

“Okay deary, I am here to get some blood from you, so that we can run some tests.” She says pulling a cart into the room.

“May I ask what kind of tests?” Jin asks, looking over the various different vials on the cart. He goes to grab onto a vial, getting his hand slapped by the nurse instead.

The nurse looks at you, asking for permission to talk to him. You shrug, not used to having such privacy.

“It’s okay,” Jimin states, holding onto your hand. “Jin hyung is a doctor. He works at a different hospital. Once closer to where we live.” You look back over to the nurse, now nodding your head.

She begins to explain what tests she is running, and why. During this, you begin to play with the bed sheets laying on top of your legs. Suddenly fully aware of what is going to happen next, you bring your tail into your lap, running your fingers through the once soft fur.

The last time you had to get a needle was when you were first brought into the Little Fox. It was only your second day there, but your first night of the bidding. They had a nurse come by to make sure you were still pure and had no visible marks or impurities. You refused and thrashed around in the hold of the guards. So, they gave you something to sleep. The last thing you remember was the nurse pulling items off of her tray.

Holding onto your hand, Taehyung slowly brings it into his lap. Rubbing his thumb across the top of your hand, he grabs the attention of Jimin. Jimin does the same with your other hand, now both in the hold of the two hybrids.

“It's okay, we are right here.”

Before the nurse left with her tray, she reminded you that if everything goes well, you would be able to leave in the morning after breakfast. You nodded her way, face void of emotion. She looked at you, her smile not reaching her eyes as she nodded back. Opening the door, she looks at the boys, nodding their way as a goodbye.  

Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung look at each other, silently communicating with their eyes. You don’t pay them any attention, trying to remember the name of the shelter Hyuk said his friend owned.

Maybe I can stay there for now. Hyuk always said that he could help me and Areum get a room there.So deep in your thoughts, you didn't hear Jin and Jimin try to gain your attention.  

A hand makes its way to your calf, startling you out of your head. You look at the hand, then up to see Taehyung smiling down at you. He nods to the side, where Jin and Jimin are looking at the both of you.

Jin starts again, “Y/N...do you um.. have a place to stay when you get discharged?” Why are they asking me this? Don’t they work for the bidding house? But if they were, why did they even bring me to the hospital when Hyuk handles all of my care? This doesn't make any sense.

They must notice the change in your scent and see the confusion written across your face because Taehyung and Jimin both look at Jin, who begins to speak again.            “I mean we were just wondering.. I was just asking because of where we found you. Not that there's anything wrong with where we found you. You had a nice spot going on, I mean the blanket could have been better.” This earns a slap to his thigh from Jimin, who looks at him incredulously. Jin just winces, continuing, “I, no, we,” he gestures to Jimin and Taehyung who smile at you, “were wondering if you wanted to stay with us.” his voice goes quiet at the end, noticing your eyes widening.

You know that you shouldn't want to. You should want to continue on, try to find a place where you fit in outside of the city. As far away as you can from the Little Fox. But you don't think you have ever felt as safe as you do in the presence of these three. You don’t want this feeling to end.

But what if they are just trying to gain your trust? What if they do work for the Little Fox and just want to bring you back? What if this is too good to be true?

A small whimper breaks you out of your thoughts. You look at where you heard the sound and see Taehyung tense up, nose scrunched. He reaches for your knee but you move away, scared of you own thoughts and how true they could be.

Your hands start to shake as you run them through your tail. Getting closer, Jimin tries to reach out to you. You try to push yourself back farther, now squished to the end of the bed, fully alert. While having them all in your vision helps you to breathe, their downturned faces do not.

You pause, seeing the tears in Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes. Why does that hurt so much? You move forward a little bit wanting, no, needing to wipe their tears away. Realizing what you were about to do, you stopped. The scent of chocolate and Strawberries slowly becomes dark and bitter, heavy in the air.

Forgetting your own thoughts, you slowly bring your hand forward to Taehyung, who is still sitting on the bed.  Frozen, he keeps his eyes on your face as you bring your thumb up to wipe away his tears.

Bringing your hand down, you noticed just how close you had gotten, almost sitting in his lap. You try to move away but hands on your waist stop you.

“Please don’t go” Taehyung whispers, eyes still locked with yours, searching. You nod slowly, not wanting to see him cry again. You turn to you are facing the other boys, Tae bringing you to lean back against him, wanting you as close as possible.

Jin and Jimin notice you relax against Taehyung and look at each other. The bond between you two already forming without you knowing.

Seeing the two smiling at you and Taehyung reminds you of the conversation from yesterday about their mates. You sit up, almost knocking the top of your head into Taehyung’s chin.

“You have more mates.” You state.

“Uh, yes?” Jin says, tilting his head unsure of where the statement came from. The boys look at each other, wondering where the conversation is heading.

“Then why do you want me to come home with you? Won’t your other mates be mad? They don’t know me. Are there other hybrids? They will be upset with me entering their territory, I don’t want to make them upset.” You answer, rambling a little as you become more unnerved and anxious. The boys just look at you.

“Y/n, we wouldn’t offer if we didn’t want you to come with us. We promised you that we would help you, and we never break our promise.” Jimin holds your hand, gesturing between him and Jin. “Plus, I think the others are already getting a room ready for you,” Jin pauses, seeing the look of confusion on your face.

“Why would they be getting a room ready?” I haven’t even said yes or no yet, you thought. The boys do that weird ‘communicating silently with only their eyes’ thing again.

“We were hoping you would say yes.�� Whispered Jimin, not looking you in the eyes. Instead, he holds onto Jin’s hand, squeezing his eyes shut. Just the sight of him makes you want to cry. You don’t understand why you feel so upset at the sight of his uneasiness.

The safe feeling you get from the men in front of you hasn’t faded, only getting stronger the longer you are in their presence. Areum had made you feel safe, but this was something more. Something you couldn’t describe, even to yourself. The decision to go with them was made before you could even think otherwise.

“I would like to go with you, if it is still okay.” You say, looking at Jin, realizing that he might have had the final say. A pair of arms pull you into their chest, warm chocolate wrapped around you, drawing you in. Sweet strawberries begin to mix with the chocolate as another pair of arms wraps themselves around both you and Taehyung.

“I’m so happy you said yes.” Jimin says into your neck, lips grazing against your scent gland, drawing out sweet vanilla and coconut. ‘A dangerous combination’ Areum used to say. You didn’t even notice Jin leave the room, speaking to someone on the phone.

The door opens and Jin walks through, a large smile on his face. “Okay, so I just talked to Namjoon, he said that the room should be ready by tonight. I also talked to the doctor, and he said that you are able to be discharged tomorrow, given everything goes well when you have your check up tomorrow morning.”

Even after hearing the news, you still don’t move from your position in between Jimin and Taehyung, the warmth soothing your anxiety.

The rest of the day passes by with you still in their arms. Lunch and dinner were a little difficult, seeing as you didn’t want to leave their arms, but the loud grumbling of your stomach was too loud to ignore. So just like yesterday, Jimin, along with Taehyung this time, fed you food from the tray. Your nurse smiling every time she walked in, even as Taehyung almost growled at her when she went to check your IV. That, however, caused Jin to scold Taehyung, making him whine into your hair, trying to hide from his hyung.

Your laugh was something that the boys collectively decided was something that they needed to hear every minute of the day. Hearing you laugh, however short it might have been, was something that Jin wanted to capture on every recording he could. Maybe Yoongi could make it into a song? Jin thought. He didn’t care, just wanting to hear it again.

Despite him holding back his own need to hold you, Jin knew he would get another chance. Especially after you said you wanted to come home with them. He couldn’t wait to wrap you up in their bed, watching as his mates laid around you, protecting you from any harm.

Done with dinner, you are laying down with Jimin and Taehyung at your side. Jimin is telling you all about the house and how he likes to sneak into his mate, Yoongi’s room and just lay in his bed. “His bed is the comfiest, I don’t know what he does, but there must be some sort of ‘attract jimin’ spray. Plus, he has the best view of the forest from his window. Joonie likes to sit at the window seat and watch.” You smile up at him, his face bright speaking about his mates.

Taehyung just nuzzles into your hair, sometimes nodding or adding in his two cents to whatever Jimin says. He has decided that he loves the feeling of your hair. Loves being able to play with it. He even starts to braid it back away from your face, not liking that when you move your head your hair will block his view of you.

Jimin is forced to pause his storytelling as your nurse walks in to tell you that visiting hours are over. Knowing Jin will drag him out, Jimin moves away from you, albeit reluctantly. Taehyung, however, just hugs you tighter, bringing you even closer into his chest and away from Jimin.

“Now come on pup, if we don’t follow the rules of the hospital, they might not let us in to bring her home tomorrow.” Jin says, coming over to Taehyung’s side and trying to coax him away from your bed. This has Taehyung moving away from you, slowly, but still moving. His slow movement is stopped when Jimin and Jin help him off the bed.

Finally alone on the bed, Jin is able to hug you, holding you close for a couple of seconds before Jimin and Taehyung think this is an opportunity for more hugs. “We will see you tomorrow little one.” He kisses your forehead before he pulls away, moving back to Jimin and Taehyung.

It takes a couple of minutes, but Jin finally pulls Jimin and Taehyung away from the room, them both claiming that they needed one more hug before they could leave. Once they do leave, you look at the nurse, a small smile on your face.

“You know, I think they are good people. They seem to really care about you.” She types onto her computer as she continues. “Those two younger ones would not leave your side. The taller one even tried to growl at me. I almost growled back!” she exclaimed, laughing at the memory.

As she left again, promising to see you tomorrow at your last check up and turning the lights off, you fell asleep thinking about what your new home might be like.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Hi Sunny, may I request some poly dream team or karlnapity fluff, romantic if that's okay. I could really use a pick me up.

(Feral boys/crew is fine too, if that works better for you )

I've been misgenderd alot today and could use a bit of comfort, no pressure or anything.

Just some wholesome fluff please

<3

Your partner in crime 🦝

As someone who has to deal with being misgendered on a daily basis I understand this completely, it’s terrible to have to deal with and I hope things get better for you <3 /p /pos /g

Summary: your boyfriend’s comfort you after a tough day at work

Pairing: Feral Boys X Reader

Pronouns: none in specific used, though responder is trans and nicknames like babe and dear are used

[A/n]: requests are open :]

You mumbled out a curse as you kicked your shoes off, you wanted nothing more than to change your clothes and take a nap. After being misgendered all day you simply wished to forget your existence for a moment, sleeping was the closest you’d get for now.

“(Y/n), you’re home early!” Karl’s cheery voice called to you from the kitchen, drawing your attention away from your shoes.

“Uh yeah, I trained shifts with one of my coworkers so they could go to some family thing this weekend.”

“That’s so sweet of you. You wanna help me and George back cookies? He’s in the bathroom right now but he’ll be back in a moment!” You smiled at Karl and shook your head.

“Thanks for the offer Babe, but I’m really tired. I’m gonna take a quick power nap before dinner.” Karl nodded his head in understanding, wishing you a good nap before disappearing into the kitchen.

On your walk to your room, you bumped into Dream and Sapnap who were on their way to the living room, likely about to watch a movie or play video games.

“Oh, hello dear! How was work?”

“Exhausting, gonna go pass out for a bit before dinner. What are you two up to?”

“Sapnap wanted a smash bros rematch, even though he’s just gonna lose again.” Dream laughed as Sapnap tried to defend himself, both walking off after giving you forehead kisses. In your bed lay the last of your partners, Quackity, wearing his boxers and a t-shirt, eyes glued to his phone.

“Comfy?”

“Very, you joining me?” You hummed a yes, changing from your work clothes into something conifer before climbing in beside him.

“Work suck today?” Another hummed yes, your eyes getting heavy as you cuddled up beside him, soaking up his warmth.

“Have they given you your new name tag yet?”

“No, something about shipping taking forever.” Quackity was the only one you had told about your work problem. They had put your legal pronouns rather than your preferred pronouns onto your nametag mistakenly and now had to order you a new nametag, which meant you had to wear the first one until it came in.

“How many times?”

“Too many.” You curled into Quackity more, expressing your discomfort at the thought. The worst part of your workday was being constantly misgendered, something you wouldn’t be able to change until your new tag came in.

Quackity did his best to comfort you, secretly texting the other four while you rested. Though your rest was cut short as the four came tumbling through the doorway, startling you from your sleep. Now sitting up you looked between the four and Quackity, trying to figure out what was going on.

“(Y/n), why didn’t you tell us?” You were confused for a moment before it dawned on you.

“You told them?”

“I know it wasn’t my place to do so but I hate seeing you come home like this, you don’t deserve that.” It only took a few seconds for the four to climb onto the bed with you, squishing you in between all five of them.

They were quick to speak of how much they loved you, how valid you were to them, a few mumbled threats to your bosses, and various other words of affection. The moment alone was enough to make you tear up, overwhelmed with how much love they were piling onto you.

“You guys are so sweet, I don’t deserve any of you.” The amount of compliments and loving words thrown your way doubled as you said that, all five men flipping it around and saying they don’t deserve you. God did it feel good to be loved.

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