#they don't stop being a throuple when one of them isn't around

[adhd-merlin]

vignette iv: target practice

Summary: In which the boys have A Conversation™️ and promises are made (again). [2,8K words]

Excerpt:

“Anything you want to talk about?” Arthur shakes his head. “There’s nothing wrong,” he says. Which is not, strictly speaking, a lie, and yet isn’t the whole truth either. “Yet there’s something on your mind,” Merlin says, with the uncanny ability he sometimes displays of picking up on what’s been left unsaid. Arthur sighs. His crossbow is now dangling from his loose hand at his side, and he taps it against his leg twice before replying. “I don’t want Guinevere to worry.” It’s neither a confirmation nor a denial, but Merlin nods in understanding. “I won’t tell her anything you don’t want me to.” Arthur looks at him. Merlin means it — as much as he’d dislike to keep something from Guinevere, he would do so if Arthur told it to him in confidence. And there is something that’s been weighing on Arthur’s mind, as Merlin has already guessed. What Merlin doesn’t know is just how much Arthur’s worries concern him, too — and that if he hasn’t seen much of Arthur it’s because, unconsciously, Arthur might have been trying to avoid him.

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[shotmrmiller]

response to this but it got so long and ig im in my throuple era rn

@xoxunhinged i listened to one (1) song on repeat while writing this on the phone

okay yeah wait or just

it's ghost x price first.

Big burly men taking up too much space in the little coffee shop you work at or something and they're there like clockwork too. Every wednesday and friday, 8 am, usually the first clients of the day and all they order is a regular cup of joe. Plain. You offer alternative sweeteners, powdered creamer, but no dice.

Plain black. Like the occasional smudge of eyeliner(?) around the bigger one's eyes.

They're cute, in their own way. John is a blend of rugged charm and seasoned wisdom. The other, Simon, is mysterious. Guarded. Speaks only to his companion.

The pet names start to get to your head. Of course, you reason that John's just not from around here. His calling you sweetheart from across the room to grab your attention must be English.

But logic cannot stop the heat from licking up your cheeks when he does. or when Simon calls you something different altogether eventually.

"Mornin', pet."

It's even more gut-twisting when you catch glimpses of the occasional PDA: A large hand curling around an even bigger jean-clad thigh. Faces so close they could kiss (Waterboarding couldn't get the fact that you've rubbed your thighs together at the thought of them actually kissing out of you) and the fact that Simon's usually sharp gaze softens around the edges, pale gold whispering against the puckered pink of a barely visible scar beneath his face mask.

A couple. They're a couple. It's bittersweet, that feeling settling in your chest. Like dark chocolate coating your tongue. Honeyed nectar of love, the bitter bite of it not being your own.

Maybe it's time to go out with your friends to the bar.

Things take a nasty turn when Simon, out of the both of them, had come in alone and propositioned you on crisp, saturday morning.

Oh, the acid in your stomach felt like it was corroding the walls of your esophagus as it rose. You don't remember much of what you said but it'd been loud, vitriolic. You'd been so furious. Hurt that they had something so sweet, something they could call their own, and here comes this big dumb oaf looking for a piece of warm meat to stick his cock into on the side.

Your manager sent you home for the day.

And home you were headed, well more like the bus stop, stomping away and across the street but the hand that wraps around your arm to keep you in place is John's. (You'd been actually fighting to get away and he hadn't even tightened his grip enough to hurt. embarrassing.)

He clears things up. Tells you to forgive Simon, he's not the most verbose or eloquent with the words he does choose to speak. "He's good at receivin' orders instead of givin' 'em. isn't tha' righ'?"

The "yes, sir" that comes out of Simon is immediate. Obedient. Submissive. (gagging, i actually slammed the desk with my fist rn) A man who knows his place because it is etched in stone. Your teeth grind like rusted gears to keep from turning into a pool of liquid in broad daylight.

"What he meant," he roughly clarifies, "is that we would like you to share our bed." your face burns hot enough to sting. "If you want," John continues, limpid blue eyes fixed on your own.

He looks rather handsome in his uncertainty.

They don't even let you go home to wash and clean up when you nod. (Or shave. Simon had very audibly scoffed at your complaint about that. Said something crass about eating lollipops off the carpet)

The dynamic had been exactly what you'd expected it to be in the bedroom. When authority spoke, Simon listened. Intently. Without hesitation. When John ordered Simon— who'd sat with his broad chest curling around your spine, cocooning you in warmth and the faint scent of smoke, mahogany, and leather— to hook his hands behind your knees and pull your legs up to your shoulders, he'd done so in an instant.

The subtle burn of your hamstrings stretching pulled a hiss from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Bit o' pain with pleasure never hurt anyone, eh, sweetheart?" The deepened rumble of John's voice vibrated in your chest and made your toes curl.

Simon's steady breaths are drowned out by your shuddering ones when John puts his mouth on you, the prickle of his facial hair tickling your sensitive, heated skin.

The burning stretch of your muscles is nothing compared to the sweet sting of two fingers sinking into your hot sex. Pleasure wells in the corner of your eyes when he curls and scissors them while his slick tongue swirls your clit languidly.

He sends you over the edge with practiced ease, shaky limbs, and unsteady mewls. The kiss he plants on your still pulsing cunt is tender, as are your now unrestrained legs.

And he slants his lips-- still dripping slick, dewy beads collecting on his beard-- over Simon's whose mask is now long gone, his erection coming to sit heavy on the fatty mound of your pussy. You can feel the heat of his cock even through his clothes.

A saliva strand connecting them two snaps as he pulls away, glancing down to look at you, sweaty and unkempt, glassy eyes shamelessly staring back.

"I'd let Simon get his turn but," hands weave up your shirt and inside your sports bra while John's grab your legs and wrap them around his thick waist, "gotta prep ya first."

(?)

That comes back to mind after your limbs feel like cold syrup, warmth dribbling from your puffy lips and falling onto the damp bedsheets beneath your arse cheeks.

The question answers itself when Simon slots himself between your aching legs, uncut cock fat and hefty.

(dis)Respectfully, you feel thoroughly used and even now, that doesn't look like it's going to go in easy.

"Easy, love," John's voice comes from above you, "He won't hurt ya. Isn't tha' righ', Simon?"

Simon, who's dark eyes hadn't moved from where John's spend still steadily flowed, cut to him instantly. "Yes, sir."

He hums, a low, raspy sound. "How 'bout you tell our bird tha'?"

A rough hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressed on your fluttering pulse. "I won't hurt ya." His grip tightens, and the swoosh of blood roaring in your ears is deafening.

Much.

The world around you fades, senses attuned only to what's currently wrenching your swollen walls apart, going in, in, and in, it feels never-ending, it's so much, too much, until--

Your stomach clenches, it feels like it's folding in on itself, and a sharp feeling radiates below your navel.

Lips kiss your sweaty temple. "That's all there is. Did so well, eh, sweetheart? Took 'im real good, like you were meant for it."

His cock drags along your over-sensitive, raw nerves in a way that has fire licking up your spine as he pulls back. "Easy, Simon. You'll get your fun from me," John assures.

Your cunt clenches unbidden at that, vise-like around Simon who quietly groans.

The first roll of his hips pushes the air from your lungs, the second blanks your jumbled mind, the third has your nails sinking into whoever's forearms are beside your head, and the fourth has you confusing John's glittering eyes with stars.

And then he places your feet flat on his chest, his weight folding you in half, pinning you in place. Nowhere to run.

Your teeth clack when he thrusts firmly, tip of his cock sitting firmly against the plug of your womb.

"Easy does it, love. Jus' be good 'n take it," John mutters into your ear.

As if you had any choice.

After, when you're completely spent, they tell you to lay back, head propped up by a mountain of pillows, but to keep your legs open, let them see that pretty pussy, they want to see their cum spill out of you.

You thought the fucking Simon gave you had been rough. What John gives him from behind is attempted murder. He grabs at Simon's hair like it's the scruff of a bellicose dog. Pins him in place with his words, growled, thunderous, then his grip. Simon doesn't bare his crooked teeth once.

When your tired hand slithers down to between your legs, tips of your fingers smearing cum around your swollen flesh, arousal surprisingly panging deep in your core, the sheer force of John's thrusts rocks the bed with enough force to crack the wall and Simon whines like a dog in heat.

[bi-writes]

ex-tf141!mercenary!fem!reader x ex-husband!simon because there's nothing hotter than being covered in blood and debating whether or not to kill him or fuck him (18+) ⚠️🔞

cw: reader is curvy (deal with it), mature language and content, suggestive language and content, dramatization + graphic depictions of murder + violence, criticizes military service, blood kink, size kink (simon's huge ok), pet names (luv, sweetheart, baby, honey), mw3 spoilers, reader is unhinged and unapologetic about it, dark content ahead, unprotected piv, cumplay, (can this also be considered a throuple fic? maybe...)

this isn't her. he doesn't recognize her. she doesn't fight the way he remembers, she doesn't look like she used to.

she wears all black. the black cargo pants are tight around her perfect thighs, and the way they cinch around her waist makes his mouth water. her vest covers her torso, but he has vivid memories of ripping an identical one off of her, ripping the fabric of her shirt so he could bury his mouth between her tits.

when she used to be his. when she used to be a good girl.

he watches, frozen, as she shows off her newfound ruthlessness. she fires her weapon at one man's knees, bringing him to the ground. he feels sick when she kicks him onto his back, getting on top of him, and uses her tactical knife and shoves it into the softness of his neck. she leans over him, splatters of blood freckled across her face, and she watches the life leave his eyes.

she doesn't get up until he stops twitching.

he doesn't remember this. when she used to watch his six, he remembers having to hold her close at night, quieting her cries. he remembers the conversations they used to have, where she used to tell him that whenever she closes her eyes, she sees every person she ever killed.

the justification of murder behind the patches she wore on her vest had never been enough to quiet her nightmares. she was always so soft-hearted. she was always too good, too considerate, too kind. it was something her superiors always wanted to rip away from her; it was something simon fought hard to keep.

he had lost his humanity, but she had not, and he remembers smoothing his hand over her chest and across her heart, telling himself that he would never let it go, never let her lose it.

it is gone. he knows it--he knows it because she doesn't just kill her opponents, she tortures them. she aims for vulnerable places, and then she kills them angrily. she likes to hear them scream. she watches them cry. she wipes the blood of her enemies on her thigh, and then she gets up and does it all over again, in different ways, in heinous ways. she's terrifying, and she's laughing, and there is nothing behind those fucking eyes.

he holds her in his sight. he adjusts the scope, gripping the rifle tighter, and suddenly it feels too heavy in his hands. he can see her in it, and he watches in horror.

he knows his orders. permission to kill on sight, those are his orders--mercenaries had gotten the same intel as them, but they are not here to destroy the biochemical weapons. they are here to steal them.

he can kill her right now. he has her, right where he wants her, and even from this far away, he knows he won't miss.

when she's finally alone, she stands, and she looks up, turning in a slow circle. his heart squeezes--she knows he's here. she holds up a hand, four fingers held up. he reaches up to his radio and turns the knob to the right channel. it crackles, and then he hears her voice.

"hey, baby," you coo, and he sees you smile, and it's ugly, and he hates it. "you miss me that much that you gotta follow me around at work?"

"'f y'know wot's good for you, you'll pack up your shit and leave."

you tsk, spinning the knife around in your hand before sticking it back into your boot. you wipe the sweat from your forehead, and blood smears along your brow.

"awww, teddy bear, don't be that way," you pout. "how about you come down here?" you grin wide, turning just his way, giggling when you see him perched for overwatch. "hmm? you're just cranky, baby...need me to help you relax..."

"you're right fuckin' mad," he spits, and you reach down at the man beneath you, snatching his rifle off his back and making sure it's loaded. "and i'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

you wink up at him.

"yeah? so take the shot, honey," you challenge. the smirk that blooms on your face infuriates him. he hates you. but then you turn around and keep walking, knowing that he won't shoot, and his gaze follows the sway of your hips. instead of thinking about your brains splattered against gravel, he thinks about when he used to bend you over his bed in the barracks and eat your pussy from behind you--when he used to get on his knees and fuck you with his tongue and make you cum into his mouth.

when you disappear from his view, you laugh over comms. "you're pathetic, simon," your murmur. "could never trust you to get the fucking job done."

he remembers when you left. johnny had left a scar on you--an angry one, one that refused to heal. and while simon was equally as buried in his grief, he always felt just a little better when he was kissing you, holding you, feeling the warmth of you, knowing you were alive.

"you didn't love him. not like i did--" you snap, continuing to pack.

"are you fuckin' mad?! do y'hear yourself talk?! wot the fuck do you know about me and johnny?!"

"then how are you not angry?!" you scream. "how are still standing there, so fucking normal, how are you so fucking calm?!"

"sweetheart--"

"don't fucking touch me," you bite. "you don't get it--" angry tears flow easily down your face. "--you didn't love him the same."

"i did--" he grips your face, making you look at him. "i loved him like i love you, don't say that. don't fucking say that, don't you dare pretend you're the only one that feels anything--"

you rip his hands off of you, narrowing your eyes, and he does not recognize you. this is not you.

"y-you're a liar," you whisper. "you're a fucking liar. and you make me sick."

ghost steps over the bodies that you left behind. it is a massacre of men that you leave at your feet. slit throats, bullets in knees, in stomachs, little finishers you leave between their legs. you are not a fan of men--he knows this because of how hard it had been to get close to you. how difficult it had been to even so much as touch your arm, your face--to get you into his bed, to marry you in secret and fuck you spineless. the only easy thing that had ever happened to you was the way johnny fell right into step with you.

and the hardest thing that he had ever done was fucking die.

when he finds the trunk of biochemical vials, you are not there. he has found it first, and he bends down to inspect them, closing the lid and securing them inside before moving his hand up to press on the button of his comms to alert his team.

"uh uh uh," a low voice warns. "take your hand off the radio, sweetheart."

he moves, but the bloodied tip of a tactical knife is sharp against his throat, and he swallows hard. he calls your name, and you just giggle. this is a game to you. he lowers his hand, and you reach down, grabbing his rifle and tossing it. you also unholstered his handgun and the throwing knives from his boot, throwing them behind you.

"mmm..." you smooth a hand down his back. "you're as hot as the day i met you, baby..."

ghost grunts as you grip one side of his ass, and you grip his shoulder tight, kicking him just right so he was kneeling on both knees now. you lean over him and plant a warm, wet kiss to the jaw of his mask, moving so you were standing in front of him now. you kick the trunk of vials to the side, looking down at him, digging the sharp edge of the blade harder against his neck.

"look at you..." you hum, licking your bottom lip. "you're still so big, teddy bear..." he hisses when you lean over, cupping him through his pants. your warm hand squeeze the length of him, and you whine when you feel how hard he is, how much he still feels for you. he glares at you under that plastic, terrifying mask, but your panties are soaking. "so fucking hard for me, too...you miss me, baby?"

he leans over, into the blade, growling.

"'f you leave now, you can still take your life with ya."

you pucker your lips, and he snarls. your face is not one he knows--you have drying blood along your cheeks, smears of it along the softness of your neck. you have blood and dirt under your fingernails, and there is fire in your eyes, and you are not the good girl he fell in love with, but you look like her, and it scares him.

"awww, baby, if i thought you would kill me, you would be dead--" you lean forward and lick along his hard jaw, tasting the salt and sweat of his mask. "...right along your other boys. don't lie to me. it's not a good look for you."

he bites, and you laugh, and then you nod your head.

"sit down," you demand, and he sits. he is big, and his gear is heavy, and he sits with a grunt, and you climb over him, into his lap. you reach down, your eyes on his, and you unzip his cargo pants, your hand slipping under and pulling his cock out, and you smile when it stands hard and heavy. "oh, baby...you want this, don't you?"

you lean in, kissing him through the mask, sucking along the fabric and whining.

"you want this, don't you? you still want me? you still love me?"

"fuckin' hell--"

"you wanna fuck me, teddy bear?" you spit into the palm of your hand, reaching down and smoothing your wet hand over the red tip of him. "you're so big...as big as i remember..." you whimper. "say you wanna fuck me, simon--" fuck, you're using his name, "--say you want me."

against your lips, you feel him whisper yes--fuck--yes, luv--and you can't help it. you can't help yourself.

he's so warm and big. you hold onto his shoulders, still gripping the bloody knife, and you sink down on him. it's easy though, because you're soaking, and even though you're so fucking tight, you suck him in, right until your clit is grinding against the little hairs at the base of his cock and you're bouncing in his lap.

simon is weak. he's weak, and he knows it, because he loves you, and your pussy is so tight, and your moans are music, and fucking you is the only thing he truly understands, the only thing that still makes sense.

you smooth your hands along the back of his neck, and when you whimper and moan, simon thinks he sees you. his good girl, his pretty little wife, the soft girl that he loves, the one crying as she rides his cock because he's hitting all the gooey, pretty places inside of her that make her so fucking wet. he grips your ass tight, guiding you up and down, fucking up into you as he feels his stomach turn and his balls tighten.

"simon--" you cry, and he nods his head, cradling you to his chest, his head tilted back as he looks up at you. there is blood on your skin and a knife digging into his back, but you're saying his name, and his heart aches, and your pussy is so good-- "gonna come--gonna come--"

"yeah--" he growls, and you push up his mask, lick into his mouth, kiss him sloppy and hard and desperate. "fuck--fuck, yeah--"

he takes off his glove to touch you, two big fingers on your clit as you fuck him desperately. when you come, you soak his cock, and when you tighten, he comes, too, rolling his hips as he spills out of your tight hole and onto your thighs, onto his.

it feels so good. it feels so good to be full of him, to feel him deep, and you smooth your hands down your stomach, feeling him there, stretching you so wide with his come on your thighs, and when he pulls out, you giggle when he gathers the slick onto his fingers and feeds it to you.

you suck his fingers, tasting him, and you whine, looking right into his dark eyes. your heart hurts for a moment--but only a moment. when he pulls his fingers from your mouth, your eyes flicker.

because he still wears his fucking wedding ring.

at the sight of it, you grip your knife tight, and you sink it right into his stomach.

he is laying there in a pool of blood when you're dressed, when the trunk of vials is secure for you to take. you lean over him, pressing on the button of his radio, and you call for medevac to his team, and then you rip the radio in two.

you cup his cheeks, kissing him softly over the mask, and you smooth a finger down his cheek.

"don't pull the knife out, baby, or you'll bleed out," you coo. you tilt your head to the side, knowing you only have a few second window to leave, and you smile down at him.

"until next time, simon."

when you go, you take a piece of him with you.

and fuck--fuck you. because he wants it back.

[ceilidho]

forced throuple (soap/ghost/reader)

i've been ruminating on this idea for awhile, that basically after the Alone campaign and after getting out of Las Almas, Ghost more or less decided that Soap is his person. sort of like his pack. and it's only obvious that anyone Soap considers family would also get lumped into his pack as well.

Ghost doesn't keep very many people close - even those that he considers close (Price, Gaz, Roach, etc), he keeps at something of a distance. this is exemplified by the way he still clings to the possibility of betrayal (like telling Soap that "people you trust can hurt you the most"), but after Las Almas, I think something flips in him.

There's a switch that's been off for years, maybe even close to a decade, and it flips back online when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes and it twists something in his chest. I don't think he would've even had something like that before, definitely not during his youth when he was still overcoming his childhood trauma and certainly not after everything that lead up to Simon becoming Ghost.

I don't even think Ghost would be particularly upset if Soap came back from leave one day with a girlfriend; he trusts Soap's judgment completely. And once he sees her for himself, pretty as pie tucked under his sergeant's arm (all small and doe eyed, smart as a whip when she opens her mouth), all that does is confirm his assumption.

It takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost's brain to file her under "mine", slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isn't that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny.

Soap would be distinctly uncomfortable at first. There's a fine line between having Ghost's undivided attention (and oh, he eats it up at first, struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy for being Ghost's favourite and abject curiosity/horror) and having Ghost's....complete....undivided....attention.

Like Soap just wants to parade his new girlfriend around (she's sweet but snippy, everything he's ever wanted in a partner) in front of his colleagues, but then Ghost gropes her ass in front of everyone on base (because by then, Ghost has already started to think of the two of them as 'his' in his head) and Soap just stares, mouth dry, absolutely humiliated but no idea what to do (he's just thinking over and over again, "Do I tell him to stop, what do I DO??")

Because Ghost is his buddy, his best friend, his CO - Soap trusts Ghost implicitly, would put his whole life in his hands and know that Ghost would keep him safe.

So he doesn't get it at first? Maybe he thinks Ghost is actually interested in his girlfriend and it wrecks him because Soap can see himself really falling for this girl, but Ghost is also like - he's a part of him. He probably briefly does consider just letting Ghost have her, conceding defeat.

Ghost would correct that assumption soooo quick. There isn't a version of him that wants someone who doesn't also want Johnny. Inconceivable. After everything that they've been through together, the root of him and what he wants is inextricably tied with what Soap wants - he almost wishes he could live inside his head, just a constant stream of Johnny's thoughts into his.

Like Soap genuinely likes having all of Ghost's attention on him because he's a bit of an attention whore but it's a bit different when his LT is holding his head down into his girlfriend's pussy and telling him exactly how to rub his tongue over her clit.

Worse because Ghost's hand curls around his cock when he guides him through it, slick with lube. Almost too tight at first, clearly mimicking the way Simon likes to jerk himself off, even though Johnny prefers a slightly looser grip, a little slower, more indulgent.

Worse still when Ghost positions Soap over her, big hands on his hips and Soap has never felt like he had narrow hips until this very second. Lube drizzled over the furl of his entrance and his head spinning, staring down into his girlfriend's eyes as she watches the two of them wide eyed, still so anxious and it makes him want to sooth her, coo down at her that he's got her and everything's going to be just fine, but that thought is snipped right out of him when Simon lines himself up and presses in and his vision just goes white.

This whooollleeeee au is basically "when a bigger, stronger guy hits on ur gf but it's ok bc he also wants to plow u (her boyfriend)"

[moonstarsunearth]

About Atlanta's scene, Tashi is drinking at 3 am while watching how Anna Mueller won Wimbledon this year and was being successful, but that literally happened that same month; the Wimbledon final was on July 2nd of 2011 and the Atlanta Open began on July 18th, so it's recent. The TV commentators are talking about how she is having an excellent season with no female player right now that can stop her. If Art is a favorite to win The Us Open, Anna must be too.

For Tashi, she must have been the one winning grand slams, the one stopping Anna—not like the commentators say, but she can't play. For me ,watching Anna win, I believe her first Wimbledon and grand slam, must have caused Tashi the strongest feelings of grief about losing her career since she knew she couldn't play anymore, especially because she tried to maintain composure and be strong for years.

Also at Applebee's, Tashi told Art that he was a great server (130 mph) but that he could be better (135 mph). Tashi is an excellent coach because she knows what adjustments Art needs to make to reach his potential, and they accomplished it. Less than a year later, the TV commentator says it: Art had an excellent serve last year around 130, but now it is 135–140. Changes like this are the reason that Art went from being a good player to a great player—the ones that won Grand Slams. 

Tashi is seeing Art and Mueller begin to have the life she dreamt of and was working hard for since she was a child, and although she is also an important part of Art's success, it isn't something that is necessarily always recognized or mentioned, and in the end, the most important thing is that she isn't the one playing

I have always thought that a romance with Art would be complicate things if she just wanted to have a tennis coaching career. Tashi literally mentioned it at Applebee's—that it wasn't necessarily a good idea to coach when there are romantic feelings involved, but they still decided to have a professional and romantic relationship that same night. And although Tashi and Art managed to sell themselves as this tennis power couple, I think Tashi had to fight to be recognized in the tennis world as his coach and not just his girlfriend or wife. 

And I don't believe those kind of handmaid's tale theories of Art forcing and manipulating her to marry or have a child. I think maybe in the euphoria or her success as a team they decided to marry, but for Tashi, there is part of her dealing with the fact of completely closing that part of her life when she was known and recognized as Tashi Duncan and the duncanator, that professionally she could never be recognized as that and she would be more recognized for what she would do and build as Tashi Donaldson than what she achieved when she was the duncanator and had a career for just herself, and now everything she does must be connected and depend on Art.

I am not excusing cheating or even believing like many that it doesn't matter because "throuple," Art and Tashi were in a monogamous relationship, and in the movie, all of them showed they cared about what happened in Atlanta, Tashi and Art, even if they tried to ignore it, and Patrick provoked them with it in different ways. But for me, there is a pattern in both scenes when she cheats. She is shown as sad, vulnerable, a woman who loves to be in control of her feelings and her  life is losing control of it. There are imminent changes happening in her life and Art's career that she can't necessarily control and that generate conflicting and uncomfortable feelings for her (art success, Art's retirement, Mueller's career consecration, a possible marriage, a possible divorce), moments that push to the forefront the loss of her career and her dependency on Art to have the career she is having now. 

The fact she cheats both times in those circumstances,tell us a lot about her feelings and as a character. I think it was her way of trying to regain control and very interesting how Patrick,someone that she is attracted,that she had a relationship but had not clousere in the same way she didn't have closure with her career appearing with her old " I told ya " t-shirt,a reminder or her past when everything was more simple ,when she still had her career and all her dreams.

That is why I would never understand these takes,that instead of watching Tashi as a person who can take horrible decisions that hurt her and others, is this villain that is always just planning and scheming to use the boys attraction for her to manipulate them.

[pastel-peach-writes]

i absolutely adore your caitvi fanfics! do you by any chance can do cuddle headcannons with the two? thank you in advance : D

hi! thank you sm! here's your request!

Marshmallow Pillows | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of cuddles with CaitVi.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Needs A Part Two, Fluff, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– ohhh my goodness

– one, cuddling with them is like, the best thing ever???

– obviously we knew that, but come on

– at the beginning of your relationship, cuddling is a little awkward.

– none of you have been in a throuple before and with the different heights, you didn't know which cuddle positions were best

– additionally, vi hasn't had physical touch in so long.

– she almost forgot what it felt like

– though she craved physical intimacy, she was almost afraid of it.

– now now, hear me out. I know vi hugs and clings to cait all the time, but to her, that was the light stuff. it wasn't anything serious

– now that it was serious, real, and not something her delusions made up, she was scared.,

– she didn't know how you'd two react to her rough hands or her bulky muscles. some people didn't like the feel or touch of them!

– you two reassured her otherwise and told her she could take her time and go as slow as she wanted when it came to cuddles.

– it took her three short cuddle sessions and all of a sudden, she's attached to yall by the hip.

– caitlyn was more open about cuddling

– naturally, she thought of herself to be the big spoon

– but just because she was taller than average, didn't mean she couldn't be held either!

– you and vi make it known that you want to pamper her and hold her

– sometimes even baby her and watch as her cheeks turn red and she has nowhere to hide.

– it's literally the cutest thing ever and sometimes, she giggles!!

– sounds like heaven on earth if you ask me

– as for yourself, if you're not a touchy person, they let you know you can take all the time you need and to let them know when you're not comfortable

– if you are a touchy person, they're sure to reassure you with touch in moments where you couldn't cuddle

– okay but enough backstory! let's get to the good stuff.

– caitlyn has long legs and she uses them.

– like a fucking koala, she wraps her legs around you both and squeezes tight on whomever she's holding

– she likes to snuggle her face into you two and often times than not, a relaxed, almost comedic, sigh escapes her lips.

– whenever you two can pull her away from working late and force her to lay down, she's the first one out

– you like to move the hair out of her face while vi whispers praises about her

– "she's so angelic like this." "she looks like a baby" "would it be wrong to draw an ass on her cheek right now?"

– violet.... seriously.

– when caitlyn goes to bed, she often wakes up moments later beciae of stress, so you and vi quietly chatter until she falls back asleep the second time.

– so a night of cuddling goes, caitlyn falls asleep, you and vi talk, cait wakes and falls asleep again, then you fall asleep, and once vi makes sure you're both secure and deep in your sleep, she'll fall asleep

– she has this thing where she has to fall asleep last.

– she doesn't care if you're out late or up late working, she isn't falling asleep

– well, unless you make her but even then that's rare

– if something happens to you two while she's asleep and you're not, she feels like that's on her.

– it's her responsibility to protect you guys, even if you don't need it.

– speaking of vi though, she has some sleeping and cuddling habits of her own

– like if you three fall asleep cuddling, you'll wake up to vi sleeping on her side alone.

– and it's never anything personal. her body literally shifts to her side every time.

– she can't stop it and she doesn't know what causes it

– vi prefers to be holding at least one of you, but doesn't mind being the little spoon in super. special. occasions.

– like if she's sad or really had a rough day.

– ngl though, she absolutely loves it when she's in the middle and you two are clinging onto her from either side.

– it makes her feel warm, safe, and she's reminded that she doesn't have to be the protective one all the time.

– another thing about vi is that she'll tell you about her day if it helps you fall asleep.

– the same with caitlyn!

– their voices are so soothing and relaxing.

– have you heard vi's soft voice?

– have you heard caitlyn's soft voice?!

– hellooooo. they should be making asmr videos.

– ...

– i digress.

– when they tell you stories, they'll stroke their fingers along your back, play with your hair or bonnet, massage your shoulders, and they'll even run their hands along your thighs

– stopping this right here because i don’t know how else to progress, but i have a lot of ideas so i’ll might make a part two!

[johnslittlespoon]

ok okokk i may be pushing it but i just cant stop picturing barry circa 2012 with leaving!bucky. i just feel like theyd have the cutest dynamic ever. he gives art student vibes like maybe hes studying film or literature. theyre childhood bestfriends and maybe they were eachother's homoerotic-codependent-friendship canon event. UGHH theyd be so cute stfuu. and maybe bucky and gale are already established and curt is just yearning for a whileee like over a year of slow burn until the three of them are a throuple... idk i just miss curtbuckbucky. you dont have to change your canon for the long fic i just needed to share this idea lmfao

au post | NO ur not pushing it this is such fun world building teehee <33 genuinely this is gonna help me later for drafting! (FUCK MY LIFE HOW IS THIS 2K WORDS. i thought i only had a few thoughts... i was so wrong. my bad chief. enjoy/suffer ig)

ok so this is so funny because i've actually been thinking ab how sweet those two would be together, cute little nerdy besties, and how they'd meet because of course curt has to be in this fic!!

and the first thing my mind went to was the cliche homoerotic codependent friendship trope too LMAO. i'm feeling like maybe they meet on the first day of highschool; neither of them share their english class with any friends, and they end up sat next to each other, and john keeps side–eyeing him because curt looks... interesting. (ie: deep into his emo phase. the fringe. the smudged eyeshadow. chipped black nail polish, band shirts– all things john does not let him live down as they grow up.)

but his eyes settle on some pin on curt's jacket that has some character from his favourite movie or something, and the yap jumps out, john can't control it. blurts out a "you like ___ too?!" and curt's head snaps over and he nods nervously and john takes one look at those big sad charcoal–ringed blue puppy eyes and is like yup. this is the one. will protect with my life.

(tiny headcanon that rly won't have a big effect on plot or anything, but i feel like it just fits very well with john/his character in leaving– dude's got madddd undiagnosed adhd. he's written off as a loud mouth/troublemaker in his childhood, but he wants to be a good kid, his mind is just always going too fast and sitting still is torture and his parents get frustrated and don't look into the root of the problem, trying to discipline it out of him instead. i will heal my inner child by healing him alright)

they're attached at the hip from that moment on and it makes sense to no one because they seem like complete opposites, curt more inclined towards the arts and bookish things and his friends are all the same, whereas john is more inclined towards athletics and science and hangs around that type of crowd as well. but they both love video games and movies and music and they bond over never really feeling like they fit in anywhere particular and both groups of friends get along just fine when they all get together. <3

but yk time goes on, they learn things about themselves as they grow up, and curt and john are so close and spend so much time together that they're already a lot closer than regular friends– they just don't realize it. they think nothing of cuddling up on the couch watching movies together, or sharing a bed when john stays over at curt's place after he gets into a fight with his parents, or being much more interested in spending time together than pursuing girls.

and curt's pretty– john nearly mistakes him for a girl that first day they meet. the summer before their senior year, john practically spends the whole summer at curt's house, and curt's mom doesn't mind; she works long hours and is glad her son isn't spending the summer moping around indoors alone, and she loves john and gets the feeling that her home is a sanctuary for him. one day they're in the backyard lazing around, and they get onto the topic of first kisses, and neither of them have had a proper relationship outside of those classic week–long middleschool flings that don't actually mean anything, so there's not much to talk about.

but being dumb teenage boys, they start worrying about "what if we're really bad at kissing and no girls wanna go with us to senior prom this year" etc. and one of them pops the suggestion of practicing together, and thus begins a summer of sweet stolen kisses and hand holding and experimenting and dancing around calling it something. it ends when the summer does because they realize that they both work better as friends, but they're as close as ever and both definitely learn they aren't straight (and they probably make a cute pact– "if we aren't in love by the time we're thirty, we'll just marry each other.")

i don't see them really doing much together because they're young and shy and inexperienced, but it's enough for john to decide that yeah, he definitely likes guys too, but that's all that really amounts to (until he meets gale) because he's growing up in a small town in wisconsin and it's not the easiest/most accepting place to find other queers. john probably ends up dating a real sweet girl during his last year of highschool, but she's going away for college and john's going to a local one so it ends amicably at the end of summer, both of them staying close friends. (if we wanna get sickeningly wholesome, maybe she ends up pining for a girl while john's pining for gale and they share their little stories and give each other advice and facetime every week to catch up <3)

(++ curt ends up falling head over heels for ken, who he meets through john when curt and john's friend groups get together for movie nights or summer parties. john pretends to be annoyed at how lovesick they are when they first start crushing, but he ends up matchmaking and being the one to push them to confess their feelings after graduation because he loves his friends.)

BUT THEN, leaving this fic's 'canon' to elaborate on the throuple stuff you said! i miss curtbuckbucky too </3

in a separate universe, curt doesn't end up with ken, and as much as he loves his friendship with john and agrees that a relationship wouldn't have worked at that time in their lives, he spends that first year of college pining. when john starts talking about some guy named gale during their second year, he's a little sad, but mostly protective, because "what do you MEAN he's in his 30s??" and "he's a BIKER?"

but john eventually introduces him to gale after a few months of telling curt about him, probably once he and gale actually start seeing each other, and curt immediately gets it. and then he's in double–hell because not only is he a bit (a lot) in love with his best friend, but he's blushing every time said best friend's new bf talks to him, and they're gonna notice eventually if they haven't already and he feels so guilty.

more yearning ensues and john is dense and doesn't realize but gale picks up on it, maybe even notices john doing a bit of pining of his own that john's not fully aware of. and his heart twists because his mind goes to his own insecurities about how john should be seeing someone his own age, so he sits john down and opens up a conversation about it. john is adamant that he's very, very happy with gale, but he tells gale about his and curt's past and admits that he has always still had feelings for him, but insists that it's not something he'd ever pursue, that he values curt's friendship more.

gale throws him off by saying he wouldn't mind if john wanted to explore those feelings, and at first john gets anxious gale is calling things off with the two of them and this is his way of softening the blow, but gale reassures him that's not the case, that he's very happy with their relationship. he just encourages that if he wants to talk to curt and feel things out, he wouldn't be opposed to john and curt seeing each other as well– gale's often busy, after all, so it would be nice for john to have someone else, as long as curt's comfortable with that kind of arrangement and as long as john keeps gale in the loop.

they decide to kinda just feel it out as they go, but soon enough gale starts coming home from work every so often to find the two of them curled up on his couch together, sweet and innocent. curt's wary at first, always slightly detaching himself from john when gale's around, but gale is always friendly and doesn't change up his routine, settling on the couch at john's other side like it's not a big deal at all, wanting to show curt he's welcome there, not wanting john to feel guilty.

it's another scenario where lines just sorta start to blur over time, curt spending a lot of time over at gale's house, and gale sees the way curt looks at him, probably noticed it from the first time they met but chalked it up to nerves at the time. curt's an angel and he's grown quite fond of him, but he doesn't want to overstep, so he leaves it up to curt, thinking maybe the boy will mention it to john one day and john will in turn come to gale to talk about it.

and eventually that happens, just like gale thought it might. curt's just gone home and john's head is in his lap on the couch while they watch tv, and john asks "what do you think about curt?" and gale tells him that he's sweet and he loves how much john smiles when he's around him, the usual. "so you like him?" john pushes, and gale immediately has a feeling where this conversation is going, drags his eyes away from the tv to look down at john.

says "of course" easily, and lets john take his time forming his thoughts. john ends up telling him that he and curt were fooling around earlier while gale was at work (and god help gale for the images that puts in his head) and that he'd made some offhand comment about how curt better hurry up if he doesn't want gale to come home and catch him half naked on their couch. and john's all shy when he says "and curt, uh. y'know. that... did it for him" with a vague gesture LOL. gale never fails to find it amusing how certain things can fluster john to talk about after all they've done together.

"so, anyway. i asked him about it after, if it was a coincidence, and he was real shy about it, but he did admit after a whole lot of apologizing that he likes you." gale listens to him nervously get his words out, petting his hair encouragingly, waits for him to be done before he asks "how do you feel about that?" only to watch the flush return when john mumbles "it's hot."

this is getting sooo long i need to take away my own typing privileges, but basically that's how things would start between the three of them– john and gale agree that gale will let himself be a bit flirty with curt and see how curt takes it. obviously this goes a little too well when curt gets hot and bothered sat between john and gale during a movie night with john's hand on his knee and gale's arm resting on the couch behind him while he plays with curt's hair.

the movie is forgotten when gale's finger catches on a tangled curl and curt doesn't bite back the little whine that slips out in time and john's head snaps over and he mumbles a "fuck" when he realizes what's happened, and his lack of filter comes out to play when he turns to curt and asks "curt, can gale kiss you?" and curt turns to gale with big doll eyes and nods.

john ends up palming himself over his shorts as he watches gale coax curt into his lap, face hot and pupils blown as he gets to see both his guys make out in front of him, almost dizzy seeing curt get so shy and needy and pliant because when it's just the two of them, he and curt are both very balanced in their dynamic. they've been such close friends for so long that not much gets the other truly shy like that, and they're always quick to voice their wants and crack jokes while fooling around and all. so to see curt get so flustered in that way with gale has him lightheaded, and by the time they all collapse into gale's bed at the end of the night, john's convinced this is the best decision he's ever made.

there's a lot of pining on curt's end because for a while it's kinda just sex when it's the three of them, and he loves it but he also finds himself wanting more but feeling too scared to voice it because he feels like he's intruding. but eventually they all get their shit sorted out; curt fits into their relationship just right in a way gale and john never intended or expected, and gale falls for curt just as much as john has and curt does the same with gale.

gale's got two sweet things glued to his side now and man, do they ever give him a run for his money, and if he'd thought john had too much energy (and stamina) it's nothing compared to keeping up with both of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way. <3

throuple things won't be happening in the actual fic, but i do love the idea of exploring the dynamic the three of them might have in a spin–off of that au so this was rly fun thx :-) maybe i'll write a pwp oneshot set in that universe as an excuse to write more curtbuckbucky once the fic is done LOL we'll see!

[envy-of-the-apple]

Read through EKM again and again and every time I seem to pick up something new!

It almost seems like Suguru sees himself as a lesser Satoru, strong but not the strongest. He has his own strange fascination and then yearning for Ms Moon, the way he constantly watches her, picks up on all her little movements, attributes meaning to her actions.

When she leaves, he’s not just guilty or angry at what it does to Gojo, her audacity to leave him in shambles, it’s that she chose to leave Geto too. Rejecting Satoru Gojo is rejecting Suguru Geto, who’s built his whole life around the sun. That moment where he desperately wanted to reach out and grab her at that office…then that visceral anger when he realises that not only had she been quietly living her own life, she hadn’t (in his eyes) thought of them once after she left while Satoru is constantly seeking out physical replacements for her and Suguru constantly compares those replacements to her memory and digs up old year books to refresh his mind about her.

Geto does so much self-deception in this. He thinks he takes Ms Moon’s refusal to accept her fate, his outrage and hurt at her departure, on Satoru’s behalf but no, he takes it so personally. He’s not disgusted at her the way he is at the lackeys and hanger-ons, he’s disgusted that he and Satoru feel the need to chase after her when she’s not anywhere on their level.

Egotistical ass. I’m obsessed. The metaphor on the Earth is very fitting. The Earth needs to revolve around the Sun to live but it also needs the Moon the revolve around it to live as well. Just not as blatantly as the need for the Sun.

The cheating one will probably blow my mind. I can’t wait to see the new dynamic. But given the emotional range of these two, even with assistance, I bet half the cheating moment is going to be those two morons fantasising about their missing third, being all excited for their future throuple only for the belated realisation that there was no discussion with their aforementioned third and she sees this as cheating and is really hurt and pissed about it, especially at the idea that she was a ‘practice girlfriend’ to help Suguru learn how to be vulnerable and Satoru to be honest and open about his feelings, all so they could be good boyfriends to one another. Which they can’t deny happened but telling her that’s true but they also can’t function in a relationship without her…the audacity!

I seriously adore the idea of her moving on, taking the high road of forgiveness and sending out a wedding invite to her ex boyfriend and ex friend.

Pretty sure if that had happened in SEM verse there would have been bloodshed. Or Satoru highjacking the wedding and being a terror about it.

ughhh him reaching out to Ms.moon could almost be innocent. For a moment he feels that nostalgia when they were all just kids, still in school. And then he's remembering the distance between him and you, how much higher he is. And it brings him back. It's honestly a little sad, in a way. His superiority complex will always stop him from forming a connection that isn't Satoru.

the cheating fic is filled with so much audacity believe me, my eye was twitching as I was writing their dialogue lmaooo

ughhhh could you just imagine tho???? you're finally over suguru, you can finally trust again and they just force you back in because they don't feel complete without your touch. It would be infuriatingly pathetic if they weren't so much stronger than you.

prior their meeting when satoru reveals everything...yes, he definitely would....but i think he'd feel super super guilty. Technically, you guys haven't broken up (at least, in his fucked up mind) so isn't this kinda' like cheating? again he's crazy

[phoenixyfriend]

❤ for the ships ask game :) chewku please!

Or, alternatively, rexani/rexanidala if you've been pursued far enough by the former. Thank you! Love your writing, it always makes my day when you update on AO3, and the snippets of aus here are always so fun and well constructed!

Send me a ღ and I’ll fill this out about a ship

This ask meme is from a year ago. Please don't send new prompts.

Gonna do this for Rexanidala

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Rex, like clockwork.

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Usually Padme, but they all take turns, I think.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: They would all do it, but I think Anakin would be the most excited to do it, then Rex. Padme does it casually but the boys... the boys are really into it.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Anakin, sometimes Padme. Canon tells us they are horny idiots. (It's okay, we love them. They can be smart when they're not being led around by the hormones.) Meanwhile Rex is just like. Why are you guys like this. Date night is literally today. Just wait a few hours? We're gonna be late to work? Come on.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Like the above, Anakin, sometimes Padme. They both judge the other when they do it, too. Rex is so tired of them being like this. The war is over, you guys, we are not on a deadline!

Who chooses the movies: They cycle through. Anakin's got a thing for old romances, like Shakespearean stuff or full-on operas. Padme's into more modern musicals and romcoms. Rex is willing to try just about anything, but usually picks mysteries or action adventure or something when it's his turn, just to mix things up from the romances the other two pick. (That said, he keeps the horror and thrillers for movie nights with the 501st.)

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Padme, I think. Anakin may be on Team Horny, but he's also the kind to get really invested in whatever he's watching, while Rex isn't very 'spontaneous kisses during another activity' unless there's a big shift (e.g. kissing during a spar isn't expected, but if you grapple your way into your lips being an inch apart, it' snot abnormal to just do a quick peck).

Who orders lunch: Rex. Anakin tends to hyperfocus on whatever he's doing, and Padme's often busy in meetings or on calls. Rex is more than happy to pick something up and swing by for a throuple's lunch.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Mostly Anakin, but nobody's immune to this urge.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Still on team 'Padme likes kittenplay, put her in a collar and pet her.' Anakin and Padme are both prone to this. Rex is just happy to have people treating him like a pillow, it makes him feel loved.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: ...again, this is just canon for Anakin, and even a little bit for Padme. They drag each other down. If they try to do it to Rex, he suffers through it. (After a few incidents, though, Cody or another clone takes them aside and tells them to knock it off, because Rex still isn't entirely comfortable telling them to stop bothering him while he's working, just out of habit from the war when Anakin would bug him while on shift, and if they keep doing it, Rex might call off the relationship before he tries just telling them to stop.)

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Mostly Anakin, but the other two are willing to stoop to this level.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Padme.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Rex is more than eager to whip out "I was in the army for several years" levels of dirty joke to see if he can get Padme to blush. (Anakin, despite also spending three years in the army, is very easy to make blush. No challenge there.)

Who cooks dinner: Padme likes making breads and other baked goods, but Anakin's a stovetop guy (fried foods, soups, etc). Rex is learning new recipes here and there, and has decided he's really into foods that can be made in a casserole dish, like musaka and pilav.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Whoever didn't cook... unless they're at Padme's place (which they usually are), where cleaning droids take care of it.

Who stays up until 2 reading: They're all prone to this. Rex is the most consistent about getting to bed, but Anakin (hyperfocus, time blindness) and Padme (overdeveloped sense of responsibility and 'just one more thing' about work) are both liable to stay up waaaaay too late.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Anakin. Sometimes Padme.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: All of them, but it's usually the boys.

[luffythinker]

Ah man, can i tell you about my KiriKami/Monoma & platonic Bakugo?

Ok so at first Bakugo hates Monoma but he comes around to being his friend after the last war, Monoma saw him kick the bucket so i think they are allowed to be friends after that. Monoma and Bakugo became friends he visited him in the hospital to apologize in his own way for the sports fes thing but Bakugo tells him not to and they just have a moment together

like this doesn't matter but he feels bad about it now and they seemed like they were friends in the endgame, Monoma using Bakugo's quirk to make explosions for their graduation cause his arm is messed up

Now, Kirishima and Kaminari they were dating like it was a bro thing but it evoled one day and the classmates were like "are you guys dating??" and they were like "No? i don't think so?" and one day Kaminari asked Kirishima if they could kiss MAYBE THEY WERE PLAYING SEVENMINUTES IN HEAVEN AND GOT LOCKED IN THE CLOSET TOGETHER? or maybe they were just sitting in one of their rooms together and Denki is just thinking real hard about "do me and Kirishima really look like we're dating???" and he needed to confirm it.

They kiss and it's magical so they start dating

Monoma and Kirishima have this weird relationship of Monoma keeps actively getting on his nerves and is really the only person practically on the planet who can make a nice guy like Kirishima truly mad. This somehow leads to him coming over to the 1-A dorms alot and this is mistake number 1 cause he starts going in Kirishima's room and one thing leads to another one day he wakes up in Kirishima's bed with Denki and Kiri and it's like huh, cause we are a poly now.

Monoma is just a snooty Bakugo so i would like to think of their dynamic as so cause Monoma/Kiri is just KRBK when you think about it, Bakugo and Monoma are so the same, they need somebody to make mention of certain subjects to get the ball rolling for them to speak, like "I don't need your help but since you offered i wont turn it down" is what Monoma would say while Bakugo would say "YOU VOLUNTEERED I WONT STOP YOU"

same thing another font.

i don't know if anyone as ever spoken about KamiBaku hear but i think Monoma and Kaminari would get along well enough to keep the relationship stabled but it's mostly Kiri dating two guys who aren't really dating eachother but they still like are romantically alright with kissing and being labeled as so relationshipwise.

Bakugo's is the best friend but he's like platonic with them all.

He and they are perfectly ok with kissing either of them on the mouth or anywhere on the face or hands. Monoma was not on board at first but he got used to it when he became friends with Bakugo but Bakugo isn't going out go out of his way to kiss Monoma out of the blue at first if he just felt like it

Bakugo isn't in it he's just the platonic friend

do you see my vision?

anon i read this several times and woah i can see your vision

okay so katsuki and monoma being friends is something i have been thinking about this week, something about monoma seeing bakugo dying and not even being able to blink or take his eyes away from it all really changes his brain chemistry. it starts slow, but with the end of the war monoma just cant help but to have at least some empathy for him, so it starts with that until they eventually become proper friends, which means he's more around the 1A dorm

as for kirikami i love their friends to lovers pipeline, I'm so down for the idea that they just date without knowing and everyone is like ??? bros yall dating . and they're pikachu face :O cause woah they really are, so they just continue it because it feels good and it makes a lot of sense.

and for the poly with monoma, i can see it, i really do, but like you said i don't think monoma and denki would be boyfriends themselves, like they hold hands and all but its like they are dating Kirishima more than dating each other, they still have couples dates and throuple dates depending on the vibe !! i also loooove the idea that one day monoma just wakes up in bed with them, cause it implies probably some fighting leading to sex which is so on brand for someone like monoma lmao

so yeah i totally see that and now i wish i could read some more about them

[chvoswxtch]

hi can i pls get an old fashioned where reader is besties with elektra and in a relationship with matt and what that would look like? i can’t stop thinking of the dynamic between ellie and reader from your wedding fic! it literally hasn’t left my mind since! thank you!

AHHHH AKDKDKH YES YOU CAN THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS BC I HAVE THOUGHTS

akjkshd heheheheh you're an angel for this thank you

headcannon below the cut >:)

matt murdock being the third wheel in his own relationship

matt hates, absolutely hates with a passion, that you and elektra are best friends

that's not true. he secretly loves that two of the most important women in his life are so close

but he does hate when you both gang up on him, which is often

i believe with every atom in my body that elektra would be the most amazing best friend. if she notices that matt is dedicating too much of his time to his lawyer life and vigilante life instead of you, she's gonna call him out on it, and remind him that if he takes you for granted, he'll only have himself to blame if you walk away

"you're too smart to act this stupid. you know what's really most important to you, matthew. act like it."

and if he's slacking on taking you on dates, elektra is more than happy to step in, leaving an exasperated matt waiting up for the two of you well past three in the morning after a night out on the town

"what? someone has to take your girlfriend out, matthew. you're certainly not taking her on any dates lately."

she would play referee when the two of you argue, which is rare, but she would be there to call matt out on his bullshit and also to encourage you to be patient with him, reminding you both that your love is more important that whatever you're fighting about

no one is rooting for your happiness more than elektra natchios

while matt agrees to teach you a few self defense moves at fogwell's, elektra trains you to use weapons and shows you everything that he won't, which of course nearly gives him a heart attack when he finds out

"you've been teaching her what?!" "calm down, matthew. it's a dangerous city, you know that better than anyone. a girl has to know how to protect herself. you want her sitting around helpless, waiting for you to come to her rescue, devil boy? absolutely not."

he's also gotten used to sleeping on the couch when he inevitably gets kicked out of his own bed when the two of you have slumber parties

but he doesn't actually mind, because while he pretends to be asleep, he listens to your late night conversations with a smile on his face, since they usually end up with your wine induced confessions to elektra about your dreams for a future with him

even though he pretends to get annoyed, I think it would make him happy that elektra isn't alone, and that she has a family now in you and him

I think it would also make him feel better to know that while he's out at night, she's there keeping you company so you don't feel alone

I think he would also have that added peace of mind that nothing is ever going to happen to you between the two of them, because elektra will protect you just as fiercely as he does

in conclusion, my dream is to be in a throuple with them. thx for asking <3

[echobx]

It's... complicated?- Rafe Cameron × polyam!reader & JJ Maybank × polyam!reader

summary: you're in a relationship with Rafe, but a one night stand with JJ turns into more and suddenly you find yourself entangled in a relationship that you don't plan on getting out of any time soon

general warnings: cheating, angst, fluff, smut, swearing, lying, reader being a bitch, talk of marriage angst warnings: mention of death, downward spiral, self-doubt, fighting (verbally), fighting (physically), traumatized reader smut warnings: p in v (unprotected), oral (f & m receiving), 3 way, cnc, creampie/cumdump, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, (heavy) pda, subdrop adjacent, aftercare, foreplay, toy use (not primarily), overstimulation

word count: 19k

author's note: this started as a Rafe fic but immediately my brain fucked me over and then I was too deep to change it so I kept it and decided to explore the throuple idea. I wanted to not have it be cheating plot but I couldn't figure out how to do that while keeping the set dynamic, so I hope you're gentle with me on that :) I genuinely hope you enjoy it, it's the longest one part one shot I've ever written lol (p.s. I wanted to do dvp here but I couldn't find an appropriate place for it, but if you want it, I can write it separately)

   “Can you maybe not do lines on my boobs tonight? Last time you got some on my vintage Chanel dress and I haven't managed to get it out yet,” you ask Rafe while leaning in the door of his room, watching him get ready. 

   “I'll just buy you a new one,” he shrugs and buttons his shirt up.

   “That's not the point, babe, and you know it,” you shake your head, swaying your perfect curls. “It's also vintage, and you can't just buy a new one. Besides, I paid for it, not you.” 

   “You mean your dad paid for it?” he eyes you with a smirk playing on his pink lips. 

   “Nope, pretty sure that it counts for me now,” you smile, faking it as per usual when the topic of your dad comes up. “Dead people can't pay for shit.” 

   He steps over to you, tilting your chin up and kissing you. “Let's not talk about him. Instead, we can go and have fun, all right?” 

   “Eugh, whose house is this?” you scoff as he stops the car in the driveway. The mansion isn't even half the size of your own, and it makes you feel a little disappointed. 

   “Hey, be nice,” Rafe smiles and takes your hand up to kiss it before getting out and opening your door for you. 

   “I am always nice,” you tell him, but he knows it's a lie. Your way of being nice is what other people would call bitchy or bossy. You aren't nice like people want you to be, not since your dad died. He was the only one who you tried your best for. 

   “You know I love to see your claws out, but I have to sell shit tonight, so none of that, please,” Rafe begs, his arm tight around your waist. 

   You roll your eyes and look up at him, “fine.” 

   The party is already going, and a few people greet you while walking in. You find Topper and Kelce rather quickly, taking your seat next to Rafe you let your eyes wander as they talk. 

   “You know, you guys are boring as fuck,” you groan after having had to listen to them talk about golfing for twenty minutes straight. 

   “Since when are we here for your entertainment, y/n,” Kelce scoffs, but he gulps as you get up and lean over him. 

   “Maybe you should suck a dick to fix your fucking attitude,” you snarl and walk away towards the kitchen. You’ve never cared what Rafe's friends think of you, you’ve never cared what anybody thinks of you. 

   “Look at what the cat dragged in,” you roll your eyes at the blonde boy, who is leaning against the counter. His ring clad fingers are holding onto the solo cup, but the flirtatious smile is just for you. You’ve gathered as much over time. 

   “One day, you'll beg, y/l/n,” he says and takes a sip. 

   “Not if I make you beg first, Maybank,” you smirk and take the bottle of tequila to fill two shot glasses. 

   “I never beg,” he counters, and you laugh. 

   “Oh, I'd bet my BMW you do.” 

   “Does Rafe?” 

   “I won't tell you that, you'd just go runnin’round tellin’ people.” You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue and hold the shot out for him to take. “Be happy that I'm keeping him on a leash. He'd have ripped your head off by now if I didn't.” 

   You watch him take the shot, and follow. The slight burn in your throat wakes you up, and the warmth in your stomach is familiarly cozy. 

   “And why would he do that?” JJ asks, tilting his head to the side. 

   “‘Cause you won't stop staring at my tits, Maybank,” you bite your lip and take the step over to him, leaning in and whispering into his ear. “I know how you look at me, as if I'm the ultimate price. But you wouldn't even be able to handle me on your best days, pretty boy.” 

   “You underestimate me, princess,” he whispers, and you pull away to look at him fully. 

   “Maybe in another life, Maybank,” you wink at him, grabbing the bottle of tequila and making your way back to the couch. 

   “What he want?” Rafe asks as soon as you get back and take your seat by his side. 

   “Nothing,” you sigh and kiss Rafe's cheek, leaving a lipstick mark behind. He doesn't need to know how much it riles you up when JJ flirts with you. How much you have to suppress the need to kiss him whenever you see him. It doesn't even make sense why it is like that. 

JJ and you have nothing in common, and you are happy about that. 

   You love being in a relationship with Rafe. You don't care much about love anyway, so why would you need to love the person you are in a relationship with if they are perfect on paper? Rafe is everything your dad ever wanted in a future son-in-law. He comes from good money, takes care of the people close to him, and knows how to act around money. You don't need to love him to build a good future with him. After all, your grandparents had done it the same way. And when you look at your own parents' life together, you keep wondering if it had really been the wisest decision to marry for love. 

   No, love is overrated, and so is whatever you feel when JJ looks at you. 

   “You sell any yet?” you ask straight out, and Rafe clears his throat and gives you a look that doesn't really make sense to you. “What?” 

   “You know they won't buy shit when you're here, unless you act it,” he whispers to you and you roll your eyes. 

   “Fine, but only one,” you cave, and for the next few hours you play the dumb girlfriend. For some reason, all of his buyers are some type of misogynistic asshole, and the only one who you could talk to without feeling looked down on is Barry. But Barry never gets invited to the parties, because he doesn't fit in. 

   To you, he's not much different than the businessmen your dad worked with, the same ones you will have to deal with once you're officially taking over the company. 

   “Baby, c’mere,” Rafe slaps his thighs, and you turn to straddle him, giving him a single warning glance to not fuck up. 

   “Love when you use my tits for it, babe,” you giggle stupidly, but internally you feel like throwing up. And it just gets worse when he puts a little line of the fine powder on your skin and dips his head down to snort it off. Your eyes cross with JJ's as soon as Rafe's head is down, and he vanishes from your vision the moment Rafe comes back up, wiping his nose. 

   “Thank you, baby,” he smiles and kisses you. It's a show. When you moan into him and buck your hips; and for once you're not sure if the show is for his clients, or for the blonde Pogue who can't keep his eyes off of you. 

   “I wanna go upstairs,” you whisper to Rafe and he nods. 

   “Just gimme ten and I'll meet you there.” 

   You get up and walk off, towards the stairs. A quick glance back to Rafe, who's focused on counting money, before you take the stairs, downstairs instead of up. 

   You decide to take a look around. The pool is a perfect 80 °F and if you had swimming stuff with you, you'd consider swimming for a while. Training a little to clear up your mind. 

   “Didn't you tell him you'd be upstairs, waiting?” You hear JJ behind you and turn around. 

   “And? I changed my mind. He doesn't care if he fucks me here or at home,” you shrug and JJ shakes his head. 

   “God, you really are something.” 

   “What do you want, Maybank?” you sneer, walking around the pool towards the sauna at the end of the room. The sound of your heels on the concrete floor echoes through the huge room. 

   “Why are you with him if you hate him so much?” he asks and starts walking closer, following you. 

   “I don't hate him. I hate his friends, anyone but Barry, basically. I hate how he acts around them. But I don't hate him,” you clarify, and JJ nods. 

   “But you don't love him.” 

   “Who needs love anyway,” you smile. The picture-perfect smile you’ve practiced in front of the mirror since you turned 12, the same one you’ve had to relearn when your dad died. It’s an ironclad mask. 

   “I forgot, you don't have a heart,” JJ smiles but drops it instantly. 

   “Tell me what you want, or leave,” you roll your eyes at him and he steps closer. Your heart starts racing as he leans over you, brushing a curl from your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

   “What do you want?” he rasps quietly and your eyes flutter, it's a reflex, and you don't know why. You don't understand why he has this effect on you. 

   “Nothing,” you press out, and his thumb ghosts your lips. 

   “I don't like when you lie to me, y/n,” JJ whispers, and you can't stop yourself from getting lost in his blue eyes. They are so different from Rafe's. JJ's eyes are bright and hopeful, they feel like happiness entrapped to you. And you can't stand it, because this isn't how it's supposed to be. 

   “Tell me what you want,” he demands, leaning down to smell your neck, his nose brushing against your skin and giving you goosebumps. 

   “It’s neither appropriate nor allowed,” you hush, and he chuckles. 

   "Since when do you care about any of that? You make the rules on this side of the island, don't you, princess?” 

   You blame it on the tequila when your lips find his. You blame it on the daiquiri when he leads you into the cold supply closet, without pulling out of your kiss. You would blame it on the coke, when he bunches your dress up and sinks into you; but you didn't have any coke that night. 

   “Fuck, you're so wet for me, baby,” JJ groans, he sat you down on a lower shelf, and you do your best to hold onto the metal structure that is pressing into your back. 

   “Shut up and kiss me, asshole,” you gasp, and he does just that. His kisses are wet and sloppy, just like his fast thrusts. But you can't stop kissing him, not only because it feels like heaven and hell combined. But mainly because you know you'd be screaming by the way his cock keeps kissing your cervix. 

   “You're so good at taking it, princess. Fuck, you feel so good,” JJ moans, and you can't help but feel pride in how much he seems to love it. 

   “Look at it,” you demand, and he dips his head, focusing on where you are connected. Your slip is tucked to the side, but it's ruined anyway, it has been from the moment on that he started to flirt with you. 

   “What does that say,” JJ asks, his thumb rubbing over your tattoo, making you smirk. 

   “Eat me, Maybank. It says, eat me,” you moan, and he grins. 

   “Next time, princess,” he growls and starts rubbing your clit in harsh circles. You don't understand how he does it, but he has you moaning even louder, and clenching around his cock in the matter of minutes. The band in your stomach is ready to burst, and you don't think you've felt this good ever before. It feels like he's made for you, but you know that can't be the case. 

   “Come for me, pretty girl. Soak my dick,” JJ breathes into your ear, and as soon as you come undone, he pulls his hand from your clit and shoves his fingers down your throat to shut you up. 

   You feel afloat and completely dazed when he pulls his fingers out and clasps his hand over your mouth. 

   “Shh, quiet,” JJ whispers, and you hear footsteps outside the closet. If someone finds you, you're screwed. 

   “No, she's not down here either. Check upstairs again, man,” Rafe's annoyed voice carries through the door, and you stare at JJ. You're not scared of what might happen to you if Rafe found out, but more so that he'd finally snap and actually hurt JJ like he has threatened so many times before. 

   Rafe is still outside the door when JJ decides to start fucking you again, and your eyes roll back uncontrollably. He knows how badly you want to make a sound for him, but you can't let yourself. 

   As soon as his footsteps carry Rafe back upstairs, you let out a loud groan, pulling JJ into a kiss and purposely squeezing his dick just to prove to him that you're the one in charge. And when his hips stutter, and he spills out inside of you, you don't even mind it. You like the feeling, especially when he keeps fucking it into you, muttering incoherently about how good he fucked you. 

   “Do you always praise yourself after?” you ask him after having pulled your dress back down. 

   “Do you always cheat on your boyfriend with Pogues?” he smirks, and you push him back against the shelf. 

   “If anyone finds out about this, you are dead, you understand? Either you shut up, and hope for a second time, or I can ruin your life. I don't need Rafe to do it for me, I can do it all by myself. Do you understand?” You poke into his chest and he nods. 

   “Good,” you take a step back again, and he grabs for your chin, pulling you close again. 

   “I have one question, princess. Has he ever fucked you raw?” 

   “I don't trust him enough for that,” you reply, and JJ snorts. 

   “Why'd you let me, then?” 

   “You don't sleep around as much as you pride yourself, Maybank. I mean, you're not bad, but- Well, it all comes down to the circles you run in and the ones you don't,” you give him a mean smile and open the door to go look for a bathroom. 

   “How do you plan on not letting him find out if he never-” 

   “I told you, he does what I say. If I say no, he's not getting any,” you tell him and turn a corner towards the bathroom. 

   “You really got him wrapped around your finger,” JJ laughs. 

   “You too,” you grin before sitting down to pee, you don't care that he is standing right next to you. 

   “Didn't you literally call Cally R. disgusting for insinuating that she doesn't mind peeing in her boyfriend's presence?” JJ laughs. 

   “First of all,” you say while finishing up and standing. “Cally R. is a lying slut, the only reason why she keeps having to piss in front of her boyfriend is because she can't get rid of her std. And why doesn't it go away? Well, because little miss piss queen keeps on fucking Tyler Folly on the side. Calling her disgusting was the kindest thing I could do to her.” 

   “And the second reason?” JJ cocks his brow up. 

   “You're not my boyfriend, Maybank. And getting rid of your shit inside me, is kinda necessary unless you want me ending up like Cally,” you give him a threatening smile, and he holds his hands up in defense. “Good.” 

   “I'm just wondering if it's not hypocritical, with the whole fucking on the side and all,” he mumbles before wetting a towel and trying to remove the red lipstick marks from his face. 

   “I don't claim to love my boyfriend, and Rafe never claimed to love me. He thinks we have an open relationship on his side. I don't see why it can't be open on both,” you shrug and pull the lipstick from your bra to reapply it. 

   “Was I- was I better?” JJ mumbles, rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck. 

   “Could you choose between your two favorite types of food?” you ask, and he starts to grin. 

   “You know, that's a weird metaphor.” 

   “Simile,” you correct him, and he exhales a laugh. 

   “You're a real smartass, y/l/n.” 

   “And you can be glad you're pretty.” 

   “Pretty enough to fuck your brains out,” JJ turns you towards him and leans in, his lips ghosting yours and when he pulls back you exhale a breath you didn't realize you were holding. “See,” he smirks. 

   “If you want to do it again you can't fuck around, and most importantly you won't tell a soul. But then again, who would even believe you,” you scoff and turn around to leave, taking the stairs and vanishing in the crowd before anyone can notice where you’ve come from. 

   “Where were you? I was looking all over,” Rafe sounds concerned and hugs you, out of courtesy, surely. Rafe rarely hugs you unless you ask for it, or the social obligations call for it. 

   “Just here and there, I went upstairs and forgot why. I'm sorry, babe,” you tell him, and he lets it go. 

   “Hey, y/n, wanna play a game with us?” Topper asks, and you turn to look at the group of people gathered, your eyes get stuck on JJ for just a second before they snap back to Top. 

   “Sure,” you smile and push Rafe into a chair, sitting down sideways on his lap. 

   It's a dumb drinking game, just like always. It stays rather boring until Topper's new girlfriend gets to speak, and you instantly regret your choice to take part. 

   “Never have I ever had sex with someone in this room,” she giggles and falls back down into Top before they each take a sip of their drinks. 

   You take a sip, focusing on Rafe, but Rafe is staring right across from where the two of you are sitting. 

   “Why does Maybank keep staring at you,” he whispers in your ear, and you shrug. 

   “He's a creep, you know that, babe,” you try to calm your boyfriend down, but you know it's not gonna help much. 

   “Never have I ever cheated,” JJ says and takes a drink, but the chatter goes mute as soon as the words leave him. “I thought we were being honest, guys. God, you guys really are some Kooks,” he laughs and stands up to leave. His eyes are yet again fixed on you, but this time you can't force yourself to look away. 

   “Maybe cheating is just a Pogue quality,” you say, and a few silent mumbles seem to agree with your lie. 

   “You must know all about that, princess,” JJ smirks and tips his non-existent cap to you before turning and walking away, out of the house and into the darkness. 

   “He’s so weird,” Topper's girlfriend lets out a disgusted grunt. 

   “Was he even invited?” Topper asks and I roll my eyes. 

   “They don't check invitations at the entrance, stupid,” you laugh it off.

   “He probably stole something,” someone out of the crowd suggests, and you stand up in a light fit of rage, before you realize that you can't act on it. 

   “What would he steal from here? Cheap candles from Target?” you scoff and walk off. “Rafe!” you call out, and he takes a moment before he meets you outside by the car. 

   “I didn't wanna go home yet,” he complains. 

   “And? You have to drive me home. After that, you can do whatever the fuck you want,” you scoff at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

   “What's up with you?” he snorts, opening the door for you and letting you get in. 

   “I'm tired and annoyed by these people who think they're better than anyone else, just because their dad's play golf and fuck their secretaries,” you mutter, and he stops asking, dropping you off at your house and driving off as soon as you are inside. 

   Weeks go by in which you don't even see a glimpse of JJ. You manage to push the memory so far back into your brain that you don't even dream of it, well, not as often. 

   And when Rafe fucks you, it's good, it's great, but you don't feel as complete after as you had with JJ. 

   “Best pussy in the fucking world,” Rafe groans as he pounds into you from behind. Your face is pressed into the duvet and your ass is high up in the air. He’s been stretching you out for what feels like hours. It’s really good, he hits every single spot inside of you perfectly, but you can't get yourself to come. 

   “Would be so much better without it, baby,” Rafe rasps, and you're not really listening, just nodding and groaning in response to whatever he's saying. 

   And before you can actually register what is happening, he has pulled out and slammed into you again, but it feels different. You can feel him more clearly, every single vein on his thick cock, the soft tip that keeps nudging your cervix as he thrusts deeper. 

   “Fuck, I love you. I love this pussy so much,” Rafe moans, and without a single warning he comes inside you, filling you up and clouding your mind. You gasp, close to an orgasm but not yet there and if he'd just- but he pulls out and you all you can feel is used. 

   “Shit, did you not,” he pulls you into him, having fallen into the sheets by your side, but you put on a smile. 

   “It's okay. Next time,” you tell him and get up to clean yourself up. You curse yourself for losing yourself in your thoughts about JJ instead of paying attention to what your boyfriend said to you. And now you have two guys thinking they can fuck you over anyway they want.

   “Are you okay?” Rafe asks as you leave the bathroom wrapped in your robe. 

   “Yeah, just next time, maybe warn me beforehand. Probably would've been better if we had both finished,” you say and roll your eyes while your back is turned to him. 

   “Why are you getting dressed?” 

   “I have to buy q tips, we don't have any left,” you lie and he scoffs. 

   “You could just ask the help to go buy some, and I could make it up to you. Come on, baby,” he slaps the empty bed to his left, but you shake your head. 

   “I just need some air, all right.” 

   “Fine. But text me so I know you're okay,” he sighs and gets up to take a shower. 

   You basically run out of the house, jumping in your car and driving off towards the Cut before you realize you don't even know where to go. 

   You pull out your phone and scroll down a long list of contacts before you find his number, saved under three Xs to remind you to never text him, but here you are, doing just that. 

   “Where are you?” you type out and hit send, a second later a text appears on your screen. 

“why?” 

   “Tattoo” is all you say, but the three small dots stay for a while and then they vanish. You are about to curse him out when a text pops up. 

“you know the Château?”

   “Routledge?”

“yes”

   You put your phone away and start driving again. Maybe you'd have to thank Topper's weird obsession with Sarah for knowing where the house is, but you really can't. 

   As soon as you arrive, you kill the engine and jump out of your jeep, stomping towards the porch. 

   “What the fuck are you doing here?” Kiara sneers at you, but you don't pay her any attention. You grab JJ's hand and drag him into the house. 

   “That's the wrong way,” he chuckles and holds you back from going deeper into the house, pulling you to the side and into a small bedroom. 

   “Tell me what's wrong,” he asks, wanting to hold onto you, but you brush him off. 

   “He said he loved me,” you hiss at JJ even though it's not his fault, nor can he do anything about it. 

   “And that's bad?” he raises his eyebrows at you and you huff. 

   “Yes. Yes, it is. You don't fuck someone, not let them fucking finish and then tell them you love them,” you reply quietly, not wanting his friends to be able to hear it all. 

   “I see. I can help with one of those,” JJ smirks and pulls you into a kiss. A kiss that makes you forget why you even came over. With as much as a snip of his finger, he has erased all the bad thoughts and feelings inside of you, replacing them with warmth and desire. 

   “They didn't believe me,” he whispers against your lips before bringing them into another kiss. You pull on his shirt, and he takes it off. 

   “Told you they wouldn't,” you smile and take your own shirt off before starting to fumble with his shorts. 

   “Now they have to,” JJ chuckles and pushes his pants down, leaving the boxers on. 

   He pushes you onto the bed, kissing you all over, especially focusing on your tits, and you nearly come just from that. His skilled tongue toys with your nipple while his hand squeezes the other breast mercilessly. 

   “You have the best tits, baby,” JJ moans against your skin, squeezing them another time before trailing his lips down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach to the hem of your jeans shorts. 

   “Are you sure?” he asks while looking up at you, but the way he's lying between your legs is godly. His unruly hair is hanging into his face, his lips slightly parted in a mischievous smile. 

   “I'll go ask one of the others if you don't want to,” you tease him, and he bites your hips.

   “Don't ever suggest that shit again, princess.” 

   “Noted, but only if your tongue’s as good as your dick,” you smirk. 

   JJ takes his time taking off your shorts, teasing you and edging you on, and you want to drown in the feelings he can so easily conjure in you. 

   “You smell different,” he notes, and presses his nose against your slip. “I'm not gonna do this when you smell like him.” 

   “I told you,” you sit up on your elbows and look at his disgusted face. 

   “You didn't say he fucked you raw. That's different, and you know it,” JJ complains and sits back up. 

   “I don't see the problem. It's an easy fix,” you shrug and pull him closer by his neck. Your lips press against his until you have him lying underneath you. 

   “See, easy,” you grin down at him, pulling his boxers down just enough to let his hard cock spring free. 

   “Aren't you pretty,” you whisper to his pink tip, placing a kiss on it and tasting his salty precum. 

   “If you do that again, I'm busting a nut. You gotta warn a guy,” JJ laughs nervously. 

   “Cute,” you giggle and lift yourself up, pulling your slip to the side and brushing his throbbing tip through your aching slit. You let out a sigh of relief as you sink down on him. The familiarity makes you feel better instantly. 

   Fucking JJ is easy, it's messy, it's freeing. 

   You don't mind that he can't keep himself from coming when you do, because he's ready instantly as if it never happened. 

   You claw at his chest while you bounce on him, screaming of pleasure and not caring who can hear you. Your pussy sounds obscenely wet, and can feel the mix of your many releases spill out of you and onto him. But JJ doesn't care as long as you keep fucking yourself with his dick, he doesn't even mind having to take over when you get a cramp in your leg. 

   He's moaning and cursing worse than you, calling you all kinds of dirty things, but mostly he's showering you with compliments, which turns you on even more than you could have ever imagined. 

   And when he finally pulls out, your pussy is still clenching, pushing out all of his and your cum. 

   “Would you look at that, princess,” he huffs, “we should definitely not clean you up and send you back home just like that, show him who's actually better at fucking this pretty pussy.” JJ takes two fingers to push his cum back into you. 

   “J, please,” you beg him to stop. You are overstimulated and sore, so sore you feel like you might not be able to walk properly the next few days. 

   “Oh, but we haven't even done what you promised me, princess. You wouldn't let a poor guy starve, would you?” JJ gives you a pout and moves back to kiss your swollen cunt. A jolt goes through your body as he does it another time. 

   “You taste so sweet, baby,” he moans into you, his hands massaging your thighs; tongue dipping into your cunt and nose brushing against your clit. 

   You moan and mewl as he slowly kisses and licks you to your orgasm, you can't even remember how many you've had that day, but what you do know is that the last one is the best one. 

   “Where'd you learn to use your tongue like that?” you ask him out of breath when he's lying next to you. 

   “Natural talent, y/l/n,” JJ boasts and turns his head to kiss you, twisting his tongue with yours and then pulling you closer. His hand is harshly gripping your thigh, pulling your leg over his own; while your own hands are entangled in his hair. There's a sense of security in the way he kisses you, like you know he won't leave even if you'd tell him to. 

   “JJ-” you try to pull away, but his lips keep on chasing yours, even when you try to get his attention by biting him. So, you pull on his hair, holding his head in place and making him whine with it. 

   “S’unfair,” he murmurs. 

   “I have to go home, it's late,” you remind him. 

   “You could stay, I could show you how much better I am at morning sex,” JJ tries to convince you, but you know it's impossible. 

   You let go of his head and twirl a strand of his hair in between your fingers. “It's a charming proposal, but you know I can't. He'll come looking for me, and we don't want that to happen, do we?” 

   “I’ll let you go if you answer me one question.” 

   You roll your eyes at his antics, but agree to it anyway. “Deal, dumbass,” you smile.

   “Why’d you text me?” JJ whispers, and you sigh, turning around to look at the ceiling. 

   “I don't know,” you lie. 

   “I think you do, you're just lying to yourself if you say anything else. Because I wouldn't have told you to come by if I didn't feel the same,” he admits and nuzzles his face into your neck. 

   “It's a polar opposite. And I never thought- It's difficult to know you want a specific thing when you never had it, and once it’s there, it's hard to forget about it. And he won't give me that, I know it,” you explain quietly and JJ kisses your neck in response. 

   “I would never even consider not letting you come, baby,” he hushes against your skin, and it gives you goosebumps all over. It's cozy and loving in a way, and it might just scare the life out of you once you realize that you crave this affection he's giving you. 

   “I have to go,” you press out and jump up, leaving JJ groaning as he runs his hands over his face. You find your clothes pretty quickly and put them back on, while he stays in bed, lying there looking like a Greek god. 

   “You look severely fuck out. I like it,” he grins, his head propped up on his hand. 

   “Walk of shame material?” 

   “Nah, nothing to be ashamed of.” 

   “You know that's not what I meant,” you sigh and leave the room to go look for the bathroom. 

   “Left,” JJ calls out, and you turn left, towards the end of the hallway and enter the small bathroom. You don't understand how they can live in such a narrow space, but you know mentioning it would not end well. 

   Your curls are standing up in every possible direction and your eyes look extremely tired. 

   “See, not bad at all,” JJ smirks, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom. 

   “Do you have a hair tie or something?” you ask, and he steps behind you and pulls a drawer open. You pick out a simple black hair tie that could easily pass as one of your own, and wind your hair into a loose knot. 

   “Tell me again why I should let you go back to that asshole?” JJ asks, laying his chin on your shoulder. 

   “One, because he's not an asshole, and two, because he's gonna kill you. I don't want to see you dead, you're really good at what you do,” you say while looking at him through the mirror, and the smile on his face gets deeper as you speak. 

   “The secret side piece,” JJ flashes his eyebrows at you, and you can't stop the light chuckle that leaves you. Charming and sweet and all you should ever want and need-

   “I really have to go now,” you remind yourself, and he lets go of you. 

   When you walk out onto the porch, your eyes meet Sarah's and your heart stops, but you can't let yourself get caught up in it. You know, she hasn't spoken to Rafe in a whole year. She surely won't break that silence just to tell on you. 

   Your feet quickly move you towards your car, but before you can open your door, you are harshly turned around and pushed against the metal. 

   JJ kisses you so hard, you wish you could go back inside and do it all over again. His hand is holding onto your neck while the other is gripping your waist. It feels like the best kiss in your entire life, and it awakes something inside of you that you had long thought dead. The tiny flutter in your stomach is as faint as a gust of wind in spring, but you know it's there, and you know it'll just complicate everything else with it.

   When he pulls away, he does it slowly, leaving an abundance of small, soft kisses on your lips before running his thumb over them. 

   “She won't tell. None of them will, I promise,” he whispers and you nod, believing him. 

   “You should go. Didn't know kissing alone could turn a guy on like that.” You smirk innocently as your hand traces over his erection, and he can't even hide it because he hadn't thought about putting on anything more than underwear. 

   “That's all you,” JJ whispers and kisses you one last time. “Text me,” he says before stepping back and letting you get into your car. 

   As you drive off, you can see him flipping off his friends before going inside; and then the house, and all of them with it, vanish as you make your way back home. 

   “Where were you?” Rafe bludgeons as soon as you get through the door. 

   “Out. You don't need to know everything, you know?” you snap at him. 

   “You didn't text and were gone for hours, y/n.” 

   “Shit, you sound more like my parents then my parents ever did,” you laugh and make your way into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice and downing it in one go. 

   “Excuse me for giving a fuck,” Rafe barks, and you roll your eyes. 

   “If you hadn't been selfish, like fucking always, I wouldn't have walked out.” 

   “I wanted to make it up to you. You left!” he counters and you gulp hard. 

   “Tell me what you would've done. Something that puts me first for a change or not?” Your blood is boiling and there is nothing that can stop your fit of rage. It was easier to look past Rafe's selfish tendencies when you didn't know any better, but now that you do, you can't help but get annoyed at him for it. 

   “Where's this coming from now?” he laughs, pacing along the room. 

   “God, why can't you fucking open your eyes! You know, sometimes I fake it just so it's over quicker,” you spit out, but he knows it's a lie, it's the one thing you promised each other to never lie about. 

   “You never tell me what you want either,” Rafe says, and you hate that it's true. 

   “Would you do it if I did?” 

   “I can try,” he raises his shoulders in what feels like defeat to you, but you can't be sure. 

   “Good,” you glare, but you know it's unnecessary. 

   “Now?” he asks, somewhat hopeful, but you shake your head. 

   “Maybe tomorrow, or whenever. I'm tired right now,” you sigh and make your way upstairs to take a bath. 

   The hot water is soaking your body, and you close your eyes and let it play out again. How JJ kept kissing you as he fucked you senseless, how his praises worked way better for you than Rafe's degradations. How he kept looking up at you with his head buried between your legs. 

   Your hand travels down between your legs, rubbing soft circles on your clit, and it's not enough. Your fingers plunge into your sore pussy, curling perfectly, but it's not enough. You can't reach, and it frustrates you. 

   You step out of the tub, dripping wet, as you make your way into the bedroom, and Rafe doesn't complain when you straddle him. And he complains even less, you start to fuck yourself with his dick. It's not something you’ve ever done with him, but he wants to be better for you, and he doesn't mind as long as he gets to fuck you one way or the other. 

   “Tell me how much you want me,” you moan softly while bouncing on his huge cock. The light stinging feeling his size always causes you just adds to your pleasure. 

   “You're so fucking hot, fucking me like the slut you are,” Rafe rasps, holding onto your hips. 

   “No, something nice. Tell me something nice.” You shake your head but keep going anyway. 

   “Uhm, okay… You're fucking me so well, baby,” Rafe says, but his eyebrows are furrowed until you moan louder. 

   “Yes, more.” 

   “I love your tight pussy, baby,” he groans, and you fall down on top of him, kissing him, but it doesn't feel at all like you hoped. He tastes like whiskey, but you crave the mix of weed and beer. Yet, all of your thoughts about it fly out the window when he stops your hips and starts pounding into you from below. 

   “Faster,” you gasp into him, biting his lip and digging your nails into his shoulders. It's mind-bending, they way he fucks you and his uncontrollable noises turn you on even more. Rafe grunts and moans like you've not heard it before, and you wish you made him try it earlier. 

   “Fuck, baby, tell me you're close,” Rafe moans, and you press your face against his shoulder, feeling the band inside you tighten. 

   “So close, babe, don't stop,” you cry out and snake a hand down to your clit rubbing harshly and suddenly JJ's words echo in your mind. 

   “come for me, y/n. Be a good girl and let go.”

   You scream when your orgasm rips through you, and Rafe follows just a second later, pushing in deeper and painting your walls in his pretty white. 

   “Keep going, just a bit,” you instruct him, and he fucks his cum into you with a few more thrusts until you tell him to stop again. 

   “That was probably the best sex we ever had,” you sigh, still not ready to get up and have him leave you. 

   “Definitely top ten,” Rafe pants and runs his hand over your back. 

   “No, definitely the best,” you argue with a smile, and he caves. 

   “All right, the best.” 

   After having cleaned up, you're back in bed, and cuddled into his side, your head resting on his chest. 

   “Why didn't you tell me all that earlier? We could've done this already,” he whispers, and you don't know how to come up with a good lie. 

   “I don't know. Maybe I hoped you'd figure it out on your own one day.” 

   “It's very different from what we usually do,” Rafe mumbles, brushing over your hair. 

   “I like how you fuck me, but sometimes I need something for me. I need control too,” you whisper, and he kisses your head. 

   “We can do that.” 

   “Good.” 

   “I love you,” Rafe sighs, and you can hear his breathing slow down as he falls asleep. 

   Your dreams are haunted by JJ, always, and you wish you could turn it off. Sometimes Rafe gets to him, other times you see yourself living the Pogue life, as if that has ever been something you'd even do as much as consider. But tonight it's different from any other time. 

   You are at home, Rafe is sitting at the kitchen island, and JJ is lying on the couch. They are both aware of each other and not actively trying to murder one another. The whole scene makes you incredibly suspicious, but it just gets worse when two blonde children come running in. 

   “Dad!” one of them yells, and both JJ and Rafe pick up their heads. 

   “What's up?” Rafe asks and gets up from his seat, giving you a loving smile before leaning down to the child and talking to it. 

   “Well, your friends are pretty fucking stupid for not getting it,” Rafe tells the child, and JJ snorts. 

   “Yeah, what's not to get? My wife has another guy, and we play daddy roulette every single time.” 

   “Daddy roulette?” you ask and furrow your brows at the two. 

   “You said it's better to not know. Removes the thing for fighting or whatever,” JJ explains. 

   “This one, definitely mine,” Rafe points at your stomach, and you look down at yourself to see yourself severely pregnant. Your belly is bigger than you'd ever imagined, and it feels even worse. 

   “Why is it so big?” Your heart starts racing, and you feel like you're about to fall over. 

   “That's because we're having twins. You got a Maybank and a Cameron in there, baby, just like you love it,” JJ grins and your vision goes blurry. 

   “Y/n, will you please stop screaming? I was trying to sleep!” Rafe groans after shaking you awake. 

   “Sorry,” you mumble and turn away from him. 

   “Bad dream or what?” he asks. 

   “You don't have to pretend to care,” you whisper, and he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. 

   “I do care, but I also really need to sleep, baby,” he mumbles and kisses your neck a single time. 

   “We should just sleep,” you mutter, and this time you are allowed to get your few hours of dreamless sleep instead of being haunted by your mistakes. 

   Weeks turn into months, and one hookup every other week turns to some every other day. 

   The more Rafe tries to focus more on you, the more you seem to crave JJ and the lightness of what you have with him. Like the quick fucks in the Country Club restroom, or the “business meetings” you tell Rafe about. After all, you really don't have a choice, because where Rafe is still reluctant to go down on you, JJ is offering it every single time, even when you are really not capable of coming another time. 

   You know it would be technically easy to break up with Rafe, but you can't. You promised your late father to marry a good man, someone from a good family. And Rafe is exactly what your dad had in mind. 

   And even if that wasn't the case, you still can't, or just don't want to, really. You like that every girl on the island seems to want what you have, especially with both boys on your leash. You like that people are scared of you, because they know Rafe does what you tell him to, and not because he’s scared. No, he does it because he knows it's the best way to live his life. What most people don't know is that although still rich, the Camerons suffered a dent in their savings, and not a small one. Yet, you are secured by a long line of rich assholes. Old money. More than you can ever spend in a lifetime. Which just means that Rafe doesn't have the faintest idea why he should ever leave you. You are his perfect package deal. 

“boat day?” The text from JJ rips you out of your thoughts, and you praise the fact that Rafe has the day packed with meetings. 

   “sure” you reply quickly and get back to doing your hair. 

“I should come pick you up” 

   “no, you really shouldn't.” You shake your head at his dangerously stupid idea. The boat thing is after all already risky, you don't need to up the chances of anybody finding out. “Will be there in 30.”

   “What the fuck is she doing here?” Kiara scoffs as soon as you get out of your car. 

   “I invited her,” JJ shrugs as if it's nothing special and keeps walking towards the pier. 

   “You shouldn't get to invite anyone, especially not the Kook bitch who keeps fucking you on the side to get back at her even worse Kook boyfriend,” Kiara complains.

   “I'm not getting back at anyone,” you smile at her, knowing how much it must enrage her that you keep your cool and calm exterior. 

   “Just, please be nice, Kie,” JJ yells from afar and you hide your grin. 

   “John B!” Kiara hollers and walks back into the house, while you keep standing there, leaning against your car.

   As soon as JJ comes back, they all gather on the porch, discussing the matter of your attendance. 

   “You know I can hear you, right?” you say loudly after Kiara had called you a slut the third time in a row.

   “Then why are you still here?” she snaps at you. 

   You stroll towards the steps that lead up the porch and walk to where they are standing. It's not that you are particularly happy that they are all there too, but you at least have the decency to be nice to them, if not for anything but JJ’s sake. 

   “I'm interested in what your issue is here,” you ask, and Sarah scoffs. 

   “Maybe that you're a horrible person. Using JJ? Cheating on my brother?” 

   “Oh, a horse can only be that high,” you smile at her. 

   JJ tugs on your hand and makes you look at him. “You said you'd be nice.” 

   “I am nice. I'm not the one calling people slut and whore and what else y'all can come up with for me. But I'm not gonna stand here and hear these insults if they can't even take one back. And for the record that wasn't an insult, it was the truth and y'all know it,” you say and John B runs his hands through his hair, visibly on edge. 

   “Are you kidding me? You literally insult us all the fucking time,” Kiara spits at you, and you can't help the tiny laugh that escapes you. 

   “I don't insult Pogues, you guys have it hard enough as is, but… you're not a Pogue, Carrera. I guess that means you're fair game, because that one,” you point at Sarah, “is basically family, as much as I hate to say it, and you don't go against your own.” 

   “You’re not my family. You'll never be,” Sarah shakes her head. 

   “Okay,” you roll your eyes at her. 

   “Can we just-” JJ tries to get control of the conversation, but Kiara stops him. 

   “No, we can't. If she's here, I'm leaving.” 

   “Y'all are the worst fucking friends in the world,” you laugh and take a step back, ready to leave. “Incredible.” You turn around and walk back to your car, JJ right behind you. 

   “Don't leave, please,” he asks, and you stop in your tracks, turning around on the dirt and looking straight at him. 

   “I tried, you can't tell me to do more than that. I'm not gonna be called a whore and slut every five fucking minutes. It's appalling how your friends can't even pretend to like me for a few hours, but I'm supposed to do so while also being insulted. I'm not doing that. I'm sorry.”

   “I'll make it up to you, just don't go,” he begs and you shake your head.

   “No.”

   “What do you mean no?” 

   “I mean, no, because you have nothing to make up to me. They are the ones constantly fucking up. Last time, you told them beforehand, and suddenly they all had different plans. They hate me,” you tell him, but he doesn't seem to want to hear it. 

   “Can we just try and-” 

   “I did try. Don't force me to do this, JJ. I can't do this if they can't even manage to not call me names,” you say quietly, and he takes your face in his hands, warm and calloused. 

   “Will you wait just another few minutes and if I can't fix it, we will go to my place. Sound all right?” His voice is low and raspy, and it's making you wet, just a little bit. 

   “You never invited me to your house before,” you whisper, blushing and pressing your thighs together to try to get rid of the growing desire between them.

   “It's an equally favorable outcome to the other thing, then?” 

   “More favorable to me,” you smile and lean up to peck his lips. “Use that magical charm of yours,” you whisper and push him back to go talk to his friends. 

   Half an hour later you're all sitting on the small boat somewhere in the marsh. 

   “You want a beer?” JJ asks and hands you a can. “You know how to shotgun, right?” 

   “I can pretend I don't so you can show me,” you smile at him and he laughs. 

   “That would be cheating.”

   You grin at him before taking out your keys, plunging a hole in the can and chugging it in a matter of seconds. 

   “Impressive,” JJ notes before shotgunning his own can and dripping some beer on his sun kissed skin. You don't even think about it when you lean in and kiss the droplets away. Your kisses trail upwards, along his neck until they connect to his mouth, and he kisses you like his life depends on it. His hands come up to hold your face, while yours are in his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of it. 

   “I should shotgun a few more if this is how it's gonna be,” JJ smirks, his forehead leaning against yours. 

   You blink slowly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and giving him a small nod. “M-hmm,” you hum, and he places another kiss on your lips. 

   “Should we, uh, play a game or?” Pope suggests, and you turn to shift your focus away from JJ and towards the people he calls his friends. 

   “What type of game?” you ask with a genuine interest. 

   “Truth or dare,” Kiara suggests with a mean smile on her face. 

   “Who starts?” you ask and give her a polite smile, serving its intended purpose when she rolls her eyes. 

   “Truth or dare, princess,” JJ asks and turns your head towards him with a simple nudge of his finger. 

   “Truth,” you whisper. 

   “Why did you come when I asked?” 

   “Because I like you,” you gaze into his blue eyes, and he smiles, “for more than the incredible sex also. It's actually pretty fun with you.” 

   “Definite win on my end,” he whispers. 

   “Truth or dare… John B,” you say before turning your head to look at him. He gives you a confused look, his eyes jumping between JJ and you. 

   “Truth,” he shrugs. 

   “Do you actually hate me, or do you just hate me because your girlfriend hates me?” Your smile is sugar sweet, but the glare you give Sarah could definitely make milk curdle. 

   “I mean, you're a Kook and I don't understand what this is,” he gestures at JJ and you. “But, I guess, I don't know you enough to hate you or like you.” 

   His answer genuinely surprises you because you didn't think he'd be honest and not just say the thing Sarah wanted to hear. 

   The game goes back and forth with a few dares and a few harmless truths in between, until it's Sarah's turn, and she glares at you as if she wants to actually kill you. 

   “Truth or Dare, y/l/n?” 

   “Dare,” you reply quickly, and her mean smile grows wider. 

   “Call Rafe and tell him where you are,” she demands.

   “It's 2:30pm, he's in a meeting. I'm not gonna call him during a meeting just because of a stupid game,” you scoff and laugh at her stupid dare. 

   “How do you know he's in a meeting right this second?” she hits back at you, and you can't help but laugh even more, but you catch yourself and answer a bit more seriously.

   “I have his schedule memorized. That's what you do when you're a good girlfriend.” 

   “A good girlfriend wouldn't cheat!” she screams at you.

   “You think he doesn't? That's a pretty narrow-minded way to look at it, sis.” You know the new nickname has her boiling, and the little sadistic part of your brain loves to see it. “And you don't get to talk about cheating, everyone is aware of your timeline errors.” 

   “I never loved Topper,” she defends herself, as if it makes her morally superior to you.

   “And I don't love Rafe, but you at least had a fucking choice because your shitty life has never been bound to you marrying whoever your parents pick, so you ‘get to’ inherent what is rightfully yours anyway. So don't fucking tell me what to do with my life, because everyone else has always done it too, and they had more legitimacy for it,” you yell at her, unintentionally spilling more of your secrets than you initially intended to, and they all go quiet. The only thing you can hear after you're done is a few frogs, the birds close by, the waves crashing against the boat and your heart pounding in your chest.

   JJ pulls you in closer and hugs you while placing soft, calming kisses on your neck. 

   “I wanna go home,” you whisper to him, tired of having to pretend, even if it has only been an hour. 

   “Let me talk to them. I promise it's gonna get better,” he says and gets up. 

   There's no doubt in your mind that it won't. Yet you don't understand why you keep giving him, and with it, them, one chance after the other, when you wouldn't usually give anyone even a second chance. You look out onto the water, your legs propped up, arms around them and your head lying on your knees. You think back to the last night you had with your dad, before he died in a horrible car crash. T-boned by a drunk driver who didn't see the red light. You think about how you tried to convince him to change his mind, that you could run the company without a man by your side, that you were good enough. But all your pleas fell to deaf ears. And your mom isn't any better. She decides to stay away, vacating in Palm Beach and only coming home every other month to make sure you are still alive. She deals with grief like that. By sunbathing and drinking and pretending like everything is fine and perfect and not at all in shambles. 

   Instead, you decided to close off your heart, and that worked for nearly two years until JJ decided to charm his way into it. You don't like it, the thought of feeling all this pain again. Or worse, to know once you let yourself love, the pain will be inevitable. People leave one way or the other, that's how life has always been and how it always will be. 

   “Hey,” John B rips you out of your head, and you don't even turn your head to look at him as he sits down next to you. 

   “What do you want?” you say in the meanest way you can conjure, but it still sounds pathetic. 

   “I'm sorry about your dad, I know he died a few years back. I, uhm, I just wanted to say I understand how hard it can be to live up to their expectations, especially after they-” 

   “I don't need your pity, Routledge,” you snap and look at him. “You don't know anything about me. You don't have to pretend to care.” 

   “I was just trying to help,” he apologizes and gets up again. 

   Your mind wanders back to the night, to the pain. It's scarily easy to revisit that memory. Seeing yourself standing over the table in the morgue, having to identify that, “yes, that's my dad,” because your mother broke down as soon as the message came through. You were keeping yourself together for her, for everyone around you who came with their condolences and expected a consolation prize for caring the bare minimum. You remember taking the ring from his cold, stiff finger. You remember having to pick out the casket, the suit, the food, where and when and how and- 

   You feel like your lungs are empty, like you stopped breathing air, but pain and desperation instead. Tears are building in your eyes. You can't blink, can't let them run, can't let anyone see you cry, especially not these people. The only one who has gotten to see you cry ever, apart from your parents, is Rafe. And maybe you are aware that you can't leave him because he knows the part of you that you try so hard to keep hidden. Because he was the only one caring for you when everyone else was solely relying on you. 

   And now you are hurting him, in a way you never thought you would, but you can't help it, you're too deep in it now. You need to tell him, needed to two months ago, but you hadn't, because you are scared of breaking his heart. Because you know telling him might mean losing the one good and secure thing you have going for yourself.

   Maybe you never considered it love, because it doesn't look like the love from the movies and books you basically inhaled in your pre-teens. Maybe you do have a childish outlook on love after all, because whatever connects you and Rafe goes deeper than that. 

   “You okay?” JJ asks, standing over you, and you muster a faint smile for him. 

   “I just really wanna go home now, I'm sorry,” you apologize for it, although you know you're not the only one at fault for it. You're soft for him, because he needs it, because you need it in a way. But it's so different from Rafe and you don't know if you can survive without either of them. If you could, you'd put them in a blender and get the perfect boyfriend out of it. But life isn't a fairy tale.

   “It's okay,” he smiles and kisses your forehead before turning to the steering wheel and starting the engine. 

   As soon as you're back at the Château, you get off the boat and basically run towards your car. If not for JJ, you wouldn't even think twice about never coming back. But this was his second home, his happy place. 

   “Hey, y/n, wait a sec,” JJ calls after you and you stop to turn around. 

   “I don't care if they like me, J, but I'm not gonna be able to do this again. Not like this. I really want to, for you, but if they can't bring up the same amount of- They need to try too, all of them, and not when I accidentally tell them my whole life story so they can pity me. I'm not gonna do it that way,” you say softly, and he nods. 

   “I understand. Will you text me that you got home safe? Please,” he whispers and you nod. There's a moment of silence, insecure and heavy, as if he doesn't know what to do, so you do the only thing you can think of to stop the awkward moment from prolonging. In a quick motion, you lean up and kiss his cheek. 

   As soon as you come home, you text him a quick “am home” and turn back to wallowing in your sadness. 

   It takes Rafe another two hours to get home and as soon as he walks in, you jump into his arms, trying to find the little security you knew you could always hold onto. 

   “Hey, baby, what's up? Huh? Missed me that much?” Rafe asks with a light chuckle while holding you up, with one arm around your waist and the other holding onto his bag. 

   “Missed you,” you mumble into him, not wanting to actually tell him why you are feeling down, but you know you need to. Soon. Very soon.

   He puts down his bag and carries you into the kitchen, sitting you down on the island and taking your puffy face in his hands. 

   “What happened?” he asks softly, softer than you know him. 

   “I don't want you to be angry with me,” you whisper, and he prods the inside of his cheek with his tongue before nodding. 

   “I won't be, I promise.” 

   “I, uh…,” the words get stuck in your throat, and you feel the tears well up again. 

   “Whatever it is, you know I love you,” he says, and it makes your heart feel even heavier. 

   “I've been seeing someone else,” you whisper, and he takes a step back, laughing and running his hands through his hair. There is no mistake in how mad he is, because this is a new level of mad, one you haven't seen before. 

   “Who?” he barks and you flinch. “Who is it, y/n?” 

   “No, you'll hurt him. I won't let you hurt him,” you shake your head, and he steps closer again. 

   “Why should I give a fuck about how you feel right now? Huh?! For how long have you been cheating on me?” he screams into your face.

   “Rafe, please,” you beg softly, and he takes a step away again, and a second later his fist lands in a cabinet door. 

   “How long, y/n?” he yells. 

   “Four months,” you whisper, and he laughs. 

   “You gotta be kidding me.” 

   “I didn't know- It's confusing and then today-” you stammer, and he interrupts you. 

   “You were with him today? That's why you're crying? And you expect me to not go and kill that guy instantly?” 

   “I love you,” you yell at him, and he stops, furrowing his brows and looking at you more confused than you have ever seen him. 

   “What?” 

   “I think so, at least. It's very confusing,” you mumble, looking down at your hands. 

   “Is that supposed to be an apology? You tell me you've been fucking some asshole on the side and think it'll all be made okay by finally telling me that you love me after three years?” His anger is back, but he's still confused, and you don't know what to do about it. All you know is that you need to be truthful about it, as much as you can, as much as he lets you.

   “I know it doesn't make sense and I know it's not an apology. I don't mean it like that. But today, things were said by other people, not him, he was trying to help- I don't know what I feel,” you shake your head. 

   “None of that makes any sense, baby,” Rafe runs his hand over his face. 

   “I didn't think that what I felt for you was love because no one ever told me it could be like that. But I do. I love you and I made a horrible mistake, but I would have never known- I can't survive on just one. I need both of you to be happy,” you say, and he steps closer, harshly taking your face in his hand. 

   “Who!” 

   “JJ,” you whisper and his hand slips down to your throat, holding you tight enough to restrict your blood flow, making you dizzy. 

   “You let a dirty Pogue fuck you? And then you come back here and pretend like nothing happened?” 

   “I love you,” you are practically begging him to not hurt JJ, your own well-being has become secondary the moment you decided to tell Rafe about it all. 

   “Is that why you wanted to do all that new shit?” he laughs almost hysterically, squeezing a little tighter, and your vision starts getting blurry. 

   “Please,” you choke out, and he lets go again. 

   “You know what the worst part is? That this started making more sense in the last few months, and now you're tellin’ me it's because you’re fucking Maybank on the side. That's fucked up, y/n,” Rafe shakes his head. 

   “I never got mad at you for cheating on me,” you remind him quietly, it's a low blow, but you know it's gonna do the trick. His escapades early on in your relationship, and even a few slip ups in the first year after your dad, hadn't bothered you much anyway back then. 

   “No, but you never got mad at me for anything because you don't have a fucking heart. You were acting like a fucking robot until-,” he doesn't even finish the sentence, only shaking his head yet again. 

   “I don't understand why, Rafe. You have to believe me. And I tried not to. I did. For months before. And then it happened once, and I tried to stay away but then you- you hurt my feelings and I had no one else-” you stammer, and he glares at you. 

   “The best sex we ever had? Because you had just fucked him?” 

    “I know you. You're not happy with all I need. And everything you can give me- It's not enough, and I hate myself for it. I wish it was, but it isn't. And I can't keep on trying to change you. I won't do that to you. It's not fair to either of us,” you whisper. 

   “You think you can have us both? Maybe we should call your little boy toy and ask him what he thinks, because apparently you value his fucking Pogue opinion more than me!” Rafe snaps and rips the phone from your back pocket. 

   “Rafe, please don't,” you cry, and he smirks, but it's neither playful nor sweet, it's simply vicious. 

   “Oh, I have a way worse idea, baby, and you won't say no because you love me, right?” he taunts, and you nod slowly, knowing whatever’s to happen next won't be the last punishment you receive for your crimes. 

   Rafe throws you over his shoulder and carries you upstairs and into the bedroom. Throwing you on the bed as if you weigh nothing. 

   You know not to move when he's in a mood, he'll do it by himself or give you strict orders to follow. Doing anything on your own account will just make it worse for you. 

   “Take off that horrible dress,” he barks while walking into the closet to pick out a tie and get his special box for you. You do as you are told, and he comes over to you, pulling on your arms and tying your wrists together behind your back so you can't use your hands anymore. 

   Then he pulls on the strings of the tiny bikini you have on, having expected to go swimming before you left for JJ’s. The flimsy piece comes undone and Rafe slaps your ass a single time, but it stings harsh enough for you to whine a little. 

   “The more you cry, the worse it'll get,” he threatens, and you try to swallow the pain as he sits and pulls you to lie over his lap, spanking you for half an eternity. And even when he's done and goes over to softly massage your butt, it's still stinging, and you don't know how much more you can take if this was the start of it. 

   “You think that was enough? Or do you deserve some more?” Rafe asks and you gulp before replying quietly. 

   “I was a very bad girl,” you say, just like he always wanted to hear. It had only happened two times before that he had decided to play these games in such an extreme way. The first time you drunkenly flirted with some Touron and Rafe decided it was the best way to teach you a lesson. That was a month into your relationship. The second time was a week before your dad died, and he keeps telling you that he regrets doing it, but you know he doesn't. You made fun of his family that night, just a little bit, but it was enough to grant a punishment. 

   But neither of those come close to the pain you imagine he must be feeling right now. And you rather let him take his anger out on you than go and hurt JJ. That was the better option, surely. 

   “Yes, you were, baby. That's why you're gonna do whatever I say now. You know the rules. And if you come I'll hurt you some more,” Rafe pulls you back up and you nod. 

   “Won't come.” 

   “Good. Now lay down and let me fuck your throat,” he says, and you hesitate for a second but do it anyway. He's aware that you don't like it, not because it's not fun, but because he's simply too big for you to be able to breathe properly while doing it on his terms.  

   Yet here you are, lying on the bed with your head hanging off the edge. But before he tells you to open up, he goes to his box, taking out a tiny device and smirking mischievously. 

   “You know what, we're doing it differently tonight,” Rafe pulls you up to sit. Then he goes to bend you over and for a moment you think he's just gonna fuck you, but instead he shoves the toy into you, filling both holes without any prep, and you cry out at the unexpected intrusion and the low vibrations of the toy. 

   “No. You're not gonna come from that, and if there's anything on that when I pull it out, I'll make it hurt worse. Do you understand?” He warns and you nod. 

   “I understand.” 

   “Good. Kneel,” he orders and points at the rug in front of the bed, and you follow diligently. 

   When he tells you to open up, you do it, and when he tells you to moan around him, you do it, and when he tells you to look into the camera, you do it, albeit reluctantly. 

   Rafe doesn't care that you're close to choking on his cock, or that you can't stop the tears from streaming down your cheek. He doesn't care that your jaw will hurt for the two following days. He doesn't care because he knows it's still not enough punishment, and you know he's right. 

   Once he's happy with his little video, he tells you to get up and lie down again, and once you do, he pulls you towards the edge of the bed again and goes back to fucking your throat. What you can't see, because his balls are in your face, is that he's also gone back to filming you, especially the part where his dick goes so far down your throat that it's visible on your neck. 

   Somehow you manage to blend out the vibrations in your pussy and ass, the low intensity is barely doing anything to you but edge you on more and more. 

   “You're a real slut, aren't you, baby,” he huffs after pulling out and manhandling you to be face down before him. Your legs are propped up and spread wide as he harshly pulls the toy out, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your throat. 

   “Tell me you love me again, and I might stop,” he rasps, and you are about to say it, but just as you open your mouth to speak, he thrusts into you. An obscenely loud moan is all you can conjure before he starts ramming into you. 

   “Tell me how much you love me!” 

   “Love you, Rafe. Love you and your cock so much,” you cry out, and a second later your phone lands on the bed right next to your head. 

   “Look who called to check up on you, baby. Tell him how much you love when I take what's mine!” Rafe demands, and your eyes fill with tears as you see the screen. 

   “What the fuck is this?” JJ asks and you sob. 

   “Rafe, no,” you cry. 

   “You want him so bad, he has to know what it means to share you. Because I'm not letting you go, baby,” Rafe growls, fucking you harder and your tears keep on streaming. 

   “Princess, it's okay. Focus,” JJ tells you through the phone, and you don't understand why he didn't hang up immediately. 

   “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Rafe, please,” you beg, but he won't stop, not until he's got what he wants. 

   “Tell him how much you love me,” Rafe barks, pulling on your hair and yanking you towards him. “You don't get to make any demands tonight, baby. You know what you did to me!” 

   He pushes you back down, and you land face first in the duvet, sobbing uncontrollably. “I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry,” you are close to hyperventilating. Your body is sore and tired, but he won't stop the attack on your poor pussy. 

   “You hear that Maybank, she loves me!” Rafe says, jealousy drenching his voice, and picks up the phone. “But I still don't think she deserves to come. Do you?” 

   “You're sick, Rafe,” JJ hisses through the phone, but your mind is starting to go blank, the noise of his skin slapping against your own, and the quenching sound of your pussy is filling your ears. 

   “No, she's sick. One dick isn't enough for the little bitch. Nah, she needs two fillings to feel better about herself,” Rafe laughs, and you're so far gone that you can barely hear him anymore. 

   “Princess, focus on me. Come on, pretty girl,” JJ pleads, and you nod absentmindedly. 

   “Shit, stop,” Rafe moans, but you can't. JJ's soft, loving words of encouragement have triggered your release, and you really don't have any control over it. 

   You moan so loud you think the whole island might hear, but you don't care, actually. And when you push your ass back into Rafe he loses his game and comes so hard that he collapses onto you almost instantly. 

   Panting you lie there, incapable of saying a single word, but at least JJ disconnected the call. 

   “I get it now,” Rafe pants and pulls you into him, hugging you and kissing the top of your head. “Maybe I can learn to live with it.” 

   “Love you,” is all you manage to say before your exhaustion takes over, and you fall into a deep dreamless slumber. 

   You don't even feel like getting up the next morning, but you do it anyway. Pulling on one of Rafe's shirts to feel a tiny bit of familiar comfort, you prod downstairs after having cleaned up the tiniest bit. 

   “Good morning,” Rafe says as soon as you step into the kitchen. 

   “Morning,” you walk past him, kissing his cheek just like any normal day. But unlike any normal day, Rafe isn't dressed yet, he's only got his shorts on and something tells you he planned it. 

   “I don't think you should get to wear my shirts right now. I'm still mad at you, remember?” he nods at you, and you sigh, wanting to turn back and go change, but his hand shoots out to hold you back. “Oh, no, no. You're gonna take it off here. And you're gonna eat without it on.” 

   “But I don't have anything else on,” you complain quietly, and he shrugs. 

   “Not my problem.” 

   You pull the shirt over your head and hand it to him. “Anything else?” 

   “Actually, yeah,” Rafe gives you a lopsided grin before sitting you up on the island. 

   It stings when he pushes into you, stretching you to your limit without any prep. But it's a punishment, you shouldn't enjoy it anyway. 

   His grunts and curses and intensely hard thrusts make you whimper, but at least he doesn't tell you off about it this time. Instead, he encourages you, wanting to see the tears and as soon as they start running his thrusts grow sloppier. 

   “I brought waffles as a peace offering,” you hear JJ's voice and footsteps that are coming closer. Your head turns, and you stare at him across the room. The shock on his face tells you that he has just as much been blindsided by this as you, and it takes him another moment to drag his eyes away from the scene. But Rafe just laughs and keeps fucking you. 

   “Look at him, he can't even look at you while I fuck you. How the fuck is that supposed to work, baby?” 

   “As if you'd like to see it the other way round,” JJ snaps back at him, his back still turned to you. But the pain is too much, you can't take it anymore. 

   “J, please,” it's a mere whisper that leaves you, but he walks over to you anyway, avoiding looking at Rafe. 

   “It's all right, I'm here,” JJ whispers to you while caressing your hair, and you look up at him, into his pretty blue eyes. 

   “Make her come,” Rafe demands, and JJ rolls his eyes. 

   “You know, if you were better at it, she would've never fucked me in the first place,” JJ glares at him, but you pull on his collar, kissing him and moaning into his mouth while Rafe keeps fucking you. 

   “You're doing so great, princess. Such a good girl,” JJ praises you, and your stomach starts filling with tiny butterflies. 

   “More,” you moan, and JJ looks up at Rafe.

   “Touch her,” he orders, and for some reason Rafe does what he says and starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit. 

   “Oh God!” you scream, so close to your release that you feel like bursting. Your back lifts off the cold marble and your lips tremble.

   “That's it. Look at me baby,” JJ whispers, and when your eyes meet his you feel afloat, just like the first time. “Let go,” he hushes, and your eyes roll back. You scream and feel how hard it is for Rafe to keep fucking you, but he tries anyway until he can't hold back anymore and fills you up with his hot seed. 

   “That was better than last night,” Rafe pants while tucking himself away, and JJ comes around to pull you up and carry you upstairs. 

   “Is this what you want?” JJ asks quietly after sitting you down on the toilet. Your voice is strained, but you only manage to nod a yes. 

   “We'll have to put down some ground rules, because I really don't wanna be in a situation where I find out what Rafe looks like when he finishes. That was way too close already,” JJ says while letting in a bath for you. 

   “I'm sorry,” you rasp, but he shakes his head. 

   “Don't apologize. If I hadn't told you to come by yesterday, this wouldn't be happening. And you should save your voice,” he smiles. 

   The hot water helps with the pain, but leaning back into JJ and being with him without having to think about what might happen if someone finds out is freeing. It's nice and good and feels a thousand times better than before. 

   “I don't care if they get it or not. I know you can't help it,” he whispers to you, softly massaging your sore thighs under the water. “Stupid hearts,” he sighs. 

   “You okay?” Rafe asks, standing in the door, and you turn to look at him and nod. “Good. I have to go to work,” he says and takes a few steps over to kiss you softly. “Love you,” he whispers and turns around to leave without waiting for you to say it back. 

   The following days are filled with planning and talking and fighting over phrasings, but in the end they manage to come to a conclusion that they can both live with. The easiest one at that. You get to choose, anything and everything when it comes to what happens between the three of you, in this weird new relationship you found yourself in. 

   Most nights you find yourself sleeping in JJ's bed instead of your own, but Rafe doesn't mind it much, never having been much of a cuddler himself. But when it gets to your darkest moments, you don't trust yourself enough to talk to JJ, maybe it's stupid, but somehow you can't change it. 

   Yet you also don't think you'll ever regret your decision, especially when you're waking up to JJ plastering you with kisses before slowly fucking you awake. Or when he goes to eat you out while a boring movie is playing. 

   Or when Rafe comes home frustrated from a meeting and uses you in any way you let him, and sometimes he even lets JJ join and not just sit there and please you mentally. 

   Your new favorite thing has to be sucking off JJ while Rafe is plowing into you. 

   With every deep thrust of Rafe's hard cock into your clenching core, you moan louder around JJ, and it's even harder for him to not come as soon as he sees your puffy lips wrapped around his dick. You love to swirl your tongue and play with his balls a little, slapping your lips and cheeks with his pretty cock until he begs for you to suck him dry. 

   The days in between when you get time to recover properly are filled with surf lessons from JJ or going shopping with Rafe. 

   It's passed the point where only the three of you and the people close to you know about the arrangement. Especially, parties start to be a boiling pot for dramatics. 

   You're at the Boneyard, playing stupid drinking games with JJ, having fun the way teenagers are supposed to be. 

   You're aware that the people around you talk, but you couldn't care less because you're on cloud nine, too happy to let anybody ruin it. But JJ is the complete opposite. The more people he hears, the more agitated he gets. 

   “What’ya say?” he snaps at some guy, pushing him back. 

   “Chill bro,” the boy tries to laugh it off. 

   “No, repeat what you said, asshole,” JJ pushes. 

   “Only the biggest of sluts need-” He doesn't get to finish the repetition of his words when JJ's fist lands in his face. You yell for him to stop, but it's like he's in a trance. It takes both John B and Pope, who storm over from the other side of the party, to pull JJ off the guy. 

   “What the fuck, bro,” John B shoves JJ backwards, but J just laughs. 

   “He deserved it.” 

   “Why, ‘cause he said something mean?” Pope snaps, and you cross your arms in front of your chest. 

   “You wouldn't get it, Pope,” JJ shakes his head and looks up at the night sky. “Y'all just don't get it.” 

   “We don't, because it doesn't make sense,” Pope counters, and you scoff. 

   “Just because you don't understand something, doesn't mean it's shit or that we're horrible people for it.” 

   “I didn't say that,” he shakes his head, but you're done with them, you have been for a long time. 

   “C’mon, J,” you say and start walking towards where you parked your car. 

   At home, you start by cleaning him up, kissing him all over in the shower until he pins you against the tiles. His kisses are forceful, and he's groping at your ass and thighs. Picking you up and fucking up into you while you moan and gasp. He doesn't give you time to come when he finishes and puts you down on your feet. 

   This is different from what you know of him, but it intrigues you too.

   JJ turns you around and snakes his arm around your thigh, pushing two fingers into your sore cunt to stop you from spilling out. 

   “I know I should've asked, but it's gonna be great. I promise,” he whispers into your ear before leading you into the bedroom and making you lie down.

   JJ is standing in front of you, your legs pressed to your chest, and he’s holding onto your hips as he fucks you. It's not loving and soft like any time before. It's harsh and fast, and you like it too much. You like the sound of his claves crashing into your ass, the way his balls slap against your skin. The wet noises your pussy makes when he drags his cock out of you just to slam right back in. And the way your tits jiggle with the movement.

   Your hands are clawing at the sheets when JJ starts playing with your clit, making you come in a matter of seconds. You know you'll be there for hours when he shoots his cum into you and just keeps going. You haven't quite figured out which way you like it better; with JJ’s incredibly small refractory period, or Rafe's stamina to hold out for just how long he wants to. 

   “Who's gonna clean that up?” you hear Rafe ask, and your head spins around to look at him. Your mind is blurry with pleasure, your mouth agape, and JJ doesn't stop and rips another orgasm from you. Rafe has never actually watched him fuck you, but something about this is making him want to stay and watch. 

   Your back arches up again, and JJ grunts and curses, filling you up for the fifth time that night, and you watch Rafe's face contort in a light confusion. 

   “You just keep going? Maybe you should give her some time, dude,” Rafe says, and you shake your head at him. 

   “She'll have time once I'm done,” JJ growls, and it sends shivers down your spine, making you roll your eyes back. “Isn't that right, baby?” 

   “Yes, yes, yes-” you scream each time his cock pushes against your cervix as if he wants to pass through it. “Want your cum, JJ, all of it,” you babble, maybe you like giving Rafe a show too. 

   “Good girl,” JJ moans and comes another time, making you clench around him with ease. 

   “You see that,” JJ smirks down at you, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to see the tip of his dick poking against your stomach. “That's it, princess,” he praises you before pushing down on your stomach, and you fall back, moaning, incapable of holding yourself up with the intense pleasure he's giving you. 

   “Give me my phone,” JJ orders, and for a moment you forgot that Rafe is still there, still watching. He hands JJ his phone and J points the lens right at where you two are connected. 

   His free hand is back to rubbing torturously harsh circles on your clit, making you mewl and cry out. 

   “Come for me, princess. Make me proud, baby,” JJ hums, and you let go of the tension. Screaming his name and squeezing his cock so hard that he comes almost instantly, pushing in farther and holding himself there until he's all done. 

   And once he's pulled out, he goes down on his knees before you, pointing the camera right at your pussy, clenching around nothing and pushing all his cum out of you and letting it drip down onto the rug. 

   “What she do?” Rafe asks just as JJ comes back from the bathroom, a wet washcloth in his hand. 

   “Nothing,” JJ mutters while cleaning you up, but you can't move, not yet. Your legs feel like they are made of rubber and your mind is empty, only having enough capacity to listen to their words. 

   “Why'd you do this then?” Rafe points at your utterly fucked out state. 

   “Do I ask you why you do what you do? No. Just let it go,” JJ snaps at him and leaves for his room. 

   “You could at least change the fucking sheets!” Rafe yells after him, but it's no use. 

   “Y/n, are you okay?” Rafe whispers and picks you up, holding you in his arms while you regain your strength. 

   “Frustrated,” you mumble and look at him with your glossy eyes. 

   “Maybank? Why?” 

   “Fight- Asshole-” you stammer, and he carries you out of the room and towards JJ’s. 

   “What did you do?” Rafe barks at JJ, your body still tightly wrapped around him. 

   “None of your fucking business,” JJ hisses. 

   “It fucking is when it ends with her losing all bodily function, you ass,” Rafe yells, and you try to cover your ears, but it doesn't really help. 

   “He called her a whore, and he had to pay for it. I don't care what they say, but they don't get to insult her,” JJ explains harshly, and you start to slowly feel your toes again. 

   “Doesn't explain why you nearly fucked her into subdrop,” Rafe shakes his head and caresses your back. “You can't just do shit like that, and you know it.” 

   “She said she was okay with it.” 

   “She's a fucking people pleaser, asshole,” Rafe snaps, and you lift your head from his shoulder. 

   “Please stop,” you whisper, and he wipes a tear from your cheek. 

   “It's okay, baby,” Rafe whispers to you before turning back to JJ. “Don't let your fucking anger out on her without making sure she's alright.”

   “Noted,” JJ says, and you can practically hear him roll his eyes. 

   “Good, because you gotta aftercare the shit out of her now. I'm not cleaning up your messes, Maybank,” Rafe tells him and basically hands you to him as if you were nothing more than a puppet. 

   “I'm sorry, love,” JJ whispers, placing you in the hot water of the bathtub and running his hand through his hair. 

   “S’okay,” you mumble and look up at him with a droopy smile. 

   “I'm gonna clean up, and then I'll be right with you, all right?” He kisses you gently and leaves again. 

   You think back to it, the moment he snapped. He looked like a different person, more like his dad in a way, and although you never even saw Luke Maybank up close, you know it’s true. You know the rumors are true. He didn't tell you, but in your heart you know it. 

   If his friends hadn't come, he wouldn't have stopped. If they hadn't showed up, the other guy would be dead. If it hadn't been for you, none of it would've happened. 

   It’s a rather quick spiral that you go down, and you can't stop yourself from crying, not even when JJ comes back and looks at you rather confused. 

   “Hey. Hey, pretty girl, don't cry. It's okay. You're okay. I'm here,” he tells you and pulls your head to his chest. But it doesn't help. You can't stop feeling like it was all your fault, all the pain in your life is your fault. 

   “Rafe!” JJ shouts, and it only takes a minute for him to run in. 

   “What did you do now?” 

   “Nothing, I came back, and she's crying, and she won't stop,” JJ defends himself. 

   “Go. You seriously have no clue,” Rafe shakes his head and takes JJ's spot next to you. 

   “What's wrong, baby,” Rafe whispers to you, holding your face in his big hands. 

   “It's my fault. I killed him. It's my fault,” you sob, and he shakes his head. 

   “No, it's not. You know it's not,” Rafe assures you, but you're too far gone for it to work.

   “I did it. I killed him,” you cry, and he clenches his jaw. 

   “Y/n, you didn't drive that car, it's not your fault. Please, listen to me,” Rafe pleads, but you shake your head, not wanting to believe him. 

   “Hey, hey, look at me,” he orders, and you turn your eyes back on him. “Three things you feel, name them.”

   “Pain. Tired. Sad,” you answer slowly. 

   “Four things you can touch.” 

   “Water, you, me, bathtub,” you reply a little faster and he nods. 

   “Five things you see,” Rafe whispers, and you look around in front of you.

   “Towel, shower, robe, painting-” your eyes get stuck on the blonde boy that is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, “JJ.” 

   Rafe snaps around to look at him. “I told you to leave!” 

   “What's wrong with her?” JJ asks quietly, and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. 

   “Leave!” Rafe yells, and it takes a moment for JJ to realize that it will have consequences if he doesn't. But Rafe has already turned back around to you, stroking your hair. “We should get you to bed, baby.” 

   He dries you up and puts you in a shirt of his to sleep in, before laying you down in your bed and turning off the lights. 

   When you wake up, you're alone, and you decide to not get ready and just go downstairs the way you are. Before you can meet the boys in the kitchen, you overhear them talking and stop in your tracks. 

   “That doesn't make sense,” JJ says. 

   “No shit. But that's just how it's been ever since. Your stupid fight triggered something, and the day is coming up in a week- It's a fucking minefield this time of year,” Rafe sighs. 

   “So we distract her?” JJ asks and Rafe scoffs. 

   “That's just delaying it. No, you just gotta stay with her and make sure she won't spiral. And when she does, you have to keep telling her that it's not her fault, and pull her out of it. The naming thing always works,” Rafe replies. 

   “And what if it doesn't?” 

   “I don't know.” 

   You turn the corner and pretend like you just came down the stairs, walking straight to the coffee machine. 

   “How did you sleep?” Rafe asks with a smile. 

   “Alone,” you say and take your mug, nearly burning your tongue as you take a sip. 

   “I'm sorry, y/n, for yesterday and all,” JJ apologizes, but you just shrug. 

   “Shit happens.” Pretending to not care is easy, too easy. 

   “I’m gonna be at the office all day. You think you're gonna be all right?” Rafe asks and you nod. 

   “I don't know why we shouldn't be.” 

   You spend your days training, not having done so in too long for your own liking. The water calms your mind and gives you enough time to reflect on your life choices. 

   You know Rafe is right. You know that it's not your fault. But the guilt you feel around it doesn't just vanish because of it. 

   Later that week, while at work, Rafe texts you that you're having dinner at the country club with his dad, meaning JJ isn't allowed to come. 

   “I'll just enjoy the view right now,” JJ smiles and watches you get dressed. The underwear set is new, and you can tell by the way he's looking at you that he wants nothing more than to take it off again. 

   “If it was my call,” you start, but he interjects. 

   “I know, but it isn't. Besides, I don't really give a shit about family dinners and all that fancy bullshit.” 

   “Sarah will be there, and John B,” you remind him, but he shrugs. 

   “So what?”

   “Have you talked to them at all in the last few weeks?” you ask, and JJ rubs over the light stubble on his chin. 

   “They didn't reach out either.” 

   “They are your family, though. That's what you told me,” you whisper.

   “I have a new family now. I have you,” JJ smiles and takes your dress from the clothing hanger. 

   “That's not enough, and you know it,” you say while stepping into the dress and letting him zip it up. 

   “It's enough for you,” he says, and you sigh, looking at him through the mirror in your closet.

   “But I'm a heartless bitch with more money than anyone else on this island. I don't need anything more, and if I did, I could just buy it.” Your fingers fumble with the necklace until JJ takes it from your hands and places it around your neck. 

   “I know there's a heart in there,” JJ says while holding you from behind, his right hand resting on top of your chest. 

   “Horrible. We should go get a knife and cut it out,” you whisper with a smile, and he kisses your shoulder. 

   “You'd kill me if I said what I was thinking right now,” he mumbles against your skin and your heart stops for a moment, scared that he would say the dreaded words that you know will definitely complicate your life even more.

   “Then you really shouldn't say it.” 

   “I should, but I won't,” he looks back up, leaning his head against yours, smiling. 

   The dinner goes rather smoothly, although Sarah still gives you a side eye and once the Camerons are gone, John B asks how JJ is, but nothing more. 

   “Boring as ever,” you complain on the drive home. 

   “Glad he didn't ask when we're getting married,” Rafe exhales a laugh. 

“Hmmm, let me think,” you tap your finger against your chin in a joking manner. “We can fuck them all over and just fly to Vegas right now.” 

   “Wouldn't be the worst idea we ever had,” he laughs and takes your hand up to kiss it just as he turns into your driveway. 

   “My mom expects a huge white wedding. At least a hundred guests,” you sigh while getting out of the car. 

   “We should start planning then,” Rafe grins at you, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.

   “What happens to that one, once we get married?” Rafe asks you, pointing at JJ, who is standing in the kitchen with nothing more than his boxers on. 

   “They should make this harem thing legal,” JJ says and chugs the rest of his drink. 

   “A harem is one guy with many women, dumbass,” you laugh. 

   “The opposite of that, then,” JJ shrugs. 

   “Sure,” Rafe rolls his eyes at him, and JJ flips him off. 

   “Sometimes I think you guys forget who's the boss around here,” you say and zip your dress open, letting it fall to the floor and walking upstairs. “First one up gets to start,” you call out and hear them arguing already. 

   “Just because you're first, doesn't mean you know what you're doing,” JJ complains. 

   “Fine, you start then, genius,” Rafe scoffs, and you furrow your brows, it was unusual for Rafe to give in and let JJ do anything to you unless you specifically asked for it. 

   “What's the plan here, boys?” you ask with an anticipating smile on your lips. 

   JJ pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply and pushing you against the bed. The backs of your knees hit the wood and you fall down. 

   “Just relax, gorgeous,” he muses and drops down on his knees before you, taking off your heels and letting his hands run up to your thighs. You sigh into it, the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin and the kisses he leaves on the inside of your thighs before unclasping the lace body right on top of your pussy. 

   JJ rolls the fabric up to reveal your stomach, kissing and nipping at your skin; biting your hip and making you jump in surprise. He loves to tease you, and you'd never tell him to stop, ever. 

   He comes up to kiss you, pushing the lace up even farther and helping you take it off completely. Kissing your neck and leaving marks you hear him chuckle, then his lips meet your ear, and he whispers, “you think he's taking any notes?” 

   Your eyes dart over to Rafe who pulled a chair over and is watching you carefully. “Maybe,” you reply. 

   JJ hums, picking up his head to smile at you. “Hopefully.” 

   JJ kisses down your neck, following along your collarbone and to your tits. He sucks on your nipple, grazing over it with his teeth before he pulls on it and your back arches up. 

   “Would be neglectful to not give you the same attention,” JJ says to your other tit, and you would tell him off if he wasn't squeezing your sensitive nipple right in that second. His hand is playing with your sore tit while his mouth attacks the other. It's overwhelming and perfect, and you don't see any reason to hold back. Your moans and gasps fill the room, and they continue on even once he has let off your boobs and moved downward again. He sucks hickeys into the soft skin of your thighs, making you mewl and squirm. 

   “Tell me what you want me to do to you, princess,” JJ demands, and you grasp into his hair to push his face into your clothed cunt. He blows a little against your wet slip, and you instinctively want to close your legs, but he holds them in place. 

   “You should let me take this pretty thing off first,” JJ smirks, and you lift your hips. The tiny slip is off faster than you can say your own name. 

   “Tastes so fucking sweet, baby,” JJ moans after licking over your wet pussy, his tongue dipping between your folds and torturing your clit a little. 

   “Hold on, princess,” JJ smirks up at you, and your hand finds his hair, tugging on the fine strands as he plunges his tongue into your pussy. His nose presses against your clit, and with every stroke of his tongue, he edges you closer. 

   “More, JJ, please,” you moan, and he starts to suck on your clit while pushing his fingers into you. Curling them and sucking harsher, almost biting down on your clit, and you can't help but grind your hips against him. When his fingers come up to your face, and you lick them off, you already feel like you're about to explode. 

“come on my tongue, baby,” JJ hums into you, licking long strides up your pussy before pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and rubbing his nose on your clit. 

   You keep rolling your hips and moaning his name as you come undone for him. His new technique isn't as good as the old one, but you're not one to complain about it.

   JJ gets up and wipes his face on a small towel that Rafe hands him, but you can't stop staring at the wet spot in his boxers. 

   “Again?” you ask JJ with a smile and he shrugs. 

   “Can't help it. You taste too good, baby.” 

   You hold your hand out for Rafe after sitting up, and he takes and intertwines your fingers. He's still in his suit pants and shirt, looking down at you with a lustrous smile. 

   “You look really hot in this,” you whisper and nod, but your hands wander to the buttons, slowly opening the shirt until you can push it off his shoulders. His abs look so rideable to you, but you are still unsure if he'd let you once you ask. 

   “You're way hotter, baby. Next time I get to take off the fancy shit,” Rafe growls, his hand cupping your tit, brushing his thumb over your sore nipple, but his eyes shift towards JJ. “You understand?” 

   But JJ just holds his hands up in defense and sits down on the chair. 

   “Take the pants off, babe,” you pout at Rafe, and he slowly opens his belt, pulling it out and dropping it to the side. It’s almost as if he is doing a strip show for you, and you love every second of it. 

   Rafe pushes you to lie down, your hands pinned over your head as he kisses you aggressively. His free hand gropes at your tit, and you lift your hips to press your wet cunt against his hard cock. 

   “Always so needy,” Rafe mocks you before going down on his knees between your legs. 

   He's aggressive and fast, sucking on your clit with so much pressure building that you are scared he's gonna rip it off. But your screams just turn him on even more. His tongue thrusts into you with a harsh pace, and you try to get away from him, but he's holding you in place. 

   “Curl it,” JJ says, and Rafe listens, curling his tongue up and ripping an orgasm out of you in a matter of seconds. 

   “J,” you pant and Rafe wants to get up, but you close your thighs around his head. “No, you stay. J, come here,” you tap the bed right next to your head.

   They both do as you say; and while Rafe is eating you out another time, JJ is fucking your throat and praising you. 

   Before JJ can come, you pull him from your throat and pump his cock slower, trying to pace him just a bit. But when you look at the two boys, so helpless when it comes to your wants and needs, you can't help yourself. 

   With a quick move, you have J’s dick back in your warm and wet mouth, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks. Your hand is massaging his balls, and he throws his head back and fills your mouth with his salty cum. It feels so good, you come instantly, creaming all over Rafe's pretty face. 

   “Definitely doing this again,” you sigh, falling flat into the bed and not planning on getting up anytime soon. 

   The engagement dinner is jarring and the only reason you can get through it is because Rafe keeps reminding you that it'll be over soon, his hand resting on your thigh the whole night. 

   But the engagement party, the weekend after is fun, is actually fun. 

   You invited everyone you knew, including JJ's friends and Barry, who you haven't talked to in ages. You spend the first half of the night tightly wrapped in Rafe's arm, smiling and laughing at some things his friends say. 

   Sitting on the couch on Rafe's lap, you let your eyes wander, and they get stuck on JJ, who is visibly uncomfortable while nipping on his beer. 

   “Maybe a blowjob will lighten his mood,” you whisper to Rafe, but he shakes his head. 

   “No, but honesty might.” 

   “What do you mean?” you ask and look at your, now, fiancée. 

   “I mean, he's been miserable and fighting it ever since we brought up that this would be happening soon. Not like you have much of a choice anyway,” Rafe shrugs lightly and runs his hand over your back. 

   “How do you know he's miserable?” you wonder, eyeing your boyfriend across the room. 

   “Because I use my eyes, and to be fair, I'd be pouting too if you wanted to marry him instead of me.” 

   “And what am I supposed to tell him? He knows I don't have a choice if I wanna keep the company,” you sigh. 

   “The truth. That you love him,” Rafe whispers and kisses your cheek. 

   “You can't know that,” you shake your head and he laughs. 

   “I see the way you two look at each other. I love you so much, baby, but you've never looked at me like that.”

   “That doesn't mean anything,” you fight his words, not wanting him to be right about it. 

   “I mean, you can try it with the blowjob, but I think the truth would be better,” Rafe smiles and slaps your ass, signaling you to get up. 

   You're dragging your feet walking over to JJ. “Look at that, a Pogue in a Kook mansion,” you tease with a smile. 

   “Hey,” he mumbles without looking at you. 

   “You okay?” you whisper and he nods, avoiding your eyes. 

   “Why shouldn't I be?”

   “Because you've been avoiding me all day.” You reach out your hand to hold onto his and as soon as your delicate fingers close around his, he stares at you. Pain filled blue eyes and a merely unnoticeable tremble on his lip. 

   “Do I have to be happy about it? You want me to be happy about the fact that you're leaving me?” he hisses at you, but you feel like a weight is lifted off you, a soft smile tugging at your lips. 

   “Come on, I need to tell you something,” you whisper and lead him upstairs to your bedroom, unlocking the door and stepping inside. 

   “Why did you bring me here?” JJ asks, his hand is holding onto the bottle for dear life.

   “Sit with me,” you say and place yourself at the edge of the bed. He follows reluctantly, yet again avoiding to even look at you. 

   “JJ, I'm not leaving you,” you whisper and he scoffs.

   “Sure you aren't.”

   “I'm serious, J. Just because I have to marry Rafe, doesn't mean anything changes between us.” 

   “Sure it won't, until you want to have kids, and then it's no longer appropriate,” he mutters, and you don't know how to convince him. Maybe Rafe was right with his assumption about him, about you. But the thought of it is debilitating. 

   “When I have kids, they will have my name, JJ. Do you not want kids?” you ask and he sighs. 

   “I don't just want any kids, y/n, I want your kids,” he whispers and turns to look at you. 

   “Why would you think I'll leave you then?” 

   “Because you are marrying Rafe. Starting a family with Rafe. Just like the plan was. I'm nowhere close to being part of that picture,” he talks himself down, and you really have no more words left inside you. 

   You take his face into your hands and kiss him. Your heart is racing while looking at him and your throat feels dry, but you know you have to do it. And you know Rafe is right, you've known it ever since you let JJ compromise your thoughts from the very first time. 

   “I love you, JJ,” you whisper, and his eyes go wide. 

   “You sure?” he asks, and as soon as you nod he pins you down onto the bed and starts kissing you. Your giggles and the soft attempts to get away from him are making it even better, until he has you pinned right where he wants you, and you are panting, looking up at him. 

   “You're so beautiful, y/n,” JJ whispers, diving down to kiss you, sloppy and with a smile on both your lips. 

   “We should go back down,” you whisper, and he shakes his head. 

   “Not yet.”

   “They might be looking for us and I don't-” 

   You don't get to finish your sentence when his lips find yours again. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and entangles his tongue with yours until you moan into him. 

   “I love you, y/n,” JJ whispers, and nuzzles his face into your neck. 

   And before you can think twice about it, your little make out session has turned into the best sex you've ever had with him. JJ is sitting under you as you softly roll your hips. He's buried so deep inside you that every miniscule move is sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His hands are rubbing over your hips and ass in a perpetual motion, while yours play with his hair. 

   You think you could stay like this forever, just you and him in perfect synchrony; in love. 

   And the only time his eyes leave yours is when he dips his head to suck on your tits, or kiss your neck. 

   When he turns you around to lie down and thrusts into you, it's like he's fucking you for the first time. A plethora of praises and a dozen more “I love you’s” fall from his lips, while all you can do is moan and babble incoherently about how much you love him too. 

   When you find your way back downstairs, after what felt like an eternity, his arms are wrapped around you. JJ is himself again, flirty and always joking, and so incredibly more touchy than before. 

   “I see you made up,” Rafe smiles and holds his hand out, ready for you to take your seat back on his lap. 

   “Excuse me, you had her all night,” JJ complains and pulls you away, just to sit down next to Rafe and let you kiss him like you had wanted to. 

   “No more trouble in paradise?” Rafe whispers to you and you shake your head. 

   “I love my boys,” you sigh. 

   “And I thought you went with the blowjob,” Rafe teases you, and you roll your eyes. 

   “I could've gotten a blowjob?” JJ gasps quietly and softly pinches your thigh. 

   “You get those all the time, dumbass,” you giggle, and he smiles at you, completely enamored by your whole being. 

   “To think I get to be this lucky just because I couldn't stop staring at your tits, princess,” JJ whispers. 

   “Pretty nice tits,” Rafe agrees with a mumble. 

   “Pretty nice dicks,” you giggle and cuddle into JJ, bathing in the newfound closeness and in your head you're already planning it all out; the kids, the dog, and the two loves of your life.

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[love-toxin]

PLEASE ELABORATE ON MAX AND LAURA THROUPLE PLEASEEEE

YOU GOT IT BABEY

(cw: spoilers, a LOT of masturbation talk)

so, during the prison break segment, you get to be all cozied up in the cell between your two friends. healthily traumatized, feeling homesick, and yet at the same time, the near-death events as well as the prospect of never being able to return home have cornered you into sexual tension like you would not believe. you figured that in a life or death situation you would at least be able to admit your feelings for Max and Laura before you kick the bucket, so realizing that it may be your fate and still not having the courage to tell them when you're in such close proximity (and since you don't want to lose the only friends you have left in this world) is a lot harder to deal with than you anticipated.

plus, depending on who you feel more comfortable with, you're sharing a shower block with at least one of them every couple days which doesn't make it any easier. and you're close enough to each of them that you're the only one who can offer any physical reassurance, which is mostly reaching out of your cell to hold hands with either of them when they meekly ask you to.

and the worst part, above all, is the fact that the only time you can "work out" all that sexual frustration is when both Max and Laura are fast asleep, and Travis isn't around if not watching you directly. and even when you do prop yourself up on your bed and put your hands to work, trying to be as quiet as possible, every shift of their bodies or hitched breath as they sleep is cause enough for you to stop and wait until you're sure they haven't woken up. so it isn't easy, and some days you wish you had the courage to just tell both of them to cover their ears for a few minutes so you can take care of business. you're not even sure how they manage it themselves, because you don't ever really hear them doing the same (even though you wish you could listen) and you're sure it's a lot harder with your partner just out of arm's reach.

and then you wake up from a dream one night, much later than you're usually able to stay up, and your ears adjust slowly to something you've never gotten to hear before. at first you think it's Laura whining or whimpering in pain, but then you can also hear Max--and just when you're about to call out to them to ask if they're okay, you hear Laura from your left side whisper at Max to be quieter, else he'll wake you up.

"c'mon, Laura, it's really hard when they're so close..."

"they're close to me, too! just relax! i don't want them freaking out, Max.."

suddenly you hear Max start whining even more, like he might even be pouting, but what overrides those sounds are the slick, wet ones that you know far too well--and it soon becomes clear that they're doing exactly what it sounds like they're doing. you're not sure how long it's been going on, but they go about it in a way that seems as though it's been practiced thoroughly. on either side of you, you lay awake and listen to both of your crushes touching themselves, sometimes with a bit of dirty talk thrown in if they really think they can get away with it. some of it is directed at each other, but plenty of it includes you--sometimes they even just talk about what they want to do to you in ways that make you so warm in the cheeks you might pass out. you get to know them in ways you didn't think you would, like how Max gets really sappy and lovesick when he's on the edge of orgasm and barrages Laura with "i love you"s, and how you can tell when Laura's getting into it because she drops twice as many curses as usual and sometimes even covers her mouth with her hand.

now, after days or weeks of this (when you purposely stay up late or wake up early to listen to them) it's not enough to just keep listening like a nasty little voyeur. the best and only way to show them how you feel is not to have a long talk about your feelings, no--it's to pick a night when they're having a sesh and join in on them without saying anything. it's probably the easiest way to be honest, because both Max and Laura will have a tough time explaining themselves without making it look like they're total creeps. but, when you wait for them to get into it and moan really softly as you start touching yourself, they'll notice fairly soon and it'll make your heart drop when each of them stop out of nowhere.

it's hard to say, but Laura will probably be the one to break the silence with a "...sweetie, are you awake?" said so gently you can practically feel her anxiety when you mumble a quiet "yes". neither of them know what to say, Max will probably stumble over himself trying to make up an excuse for why he was moaning about how much he wanted to pin you up against a wall--but if you just shyly offer a "can I join you? please?" they'll get the message and a whole new world will be opened up to you.

it'll be much easier to take care of those needs once you've got that little hurdle taken care of, and you'll probably have more opportunities to do it after that--cause it'll only take one instance of Travis getting too close to the door and hearing you three for him to grumble and banish himself to the upstairs portion of the jailhouse nearly every night after that. and just imagine how much more relieved your friends will be when you finally break out of your prison, and they can both hug you and touch you after more pining than you'll ever realize. you probably won't even get to sit in a chair for awhile after that, not when they both have available laps--and rest assured that when all three of you break the curse and survive the last night at Hackett's Quarry, you're not gonna have to settle for just talking about what you want to do to each other.

[beigehearts]

BRO IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A POLY ASK: AND A YANDERE ONE??? THIS IS A GOLD MINE Thank you so much butterscotch princess😭

CW: mental/physical abuse, kidnap, fighting

Of course you love the both of them, if not you wouldn't be here. Or at least you did love them. They were a couple and you weren't particularly interested in being a home wrecker. Yet, you can't hide anything from these two, they're definitely not stupid. To be honest things were becoming stale for Hisoka, and that's when they invited you into their relationship. Everything seemed so perfect at first, two men that you loved dearly who provided a balanced life. You could go to Hisoka for something exciting and new, but sit down with Illumi and relax. The three of you made a power throuple. But if it seems like it is too good to be true, it is. It really was too good.

It had been a few months into the relationship when there were red flags. Illumi and Hisoka never fought for each other, they never had to. You made sure they had their own time with each other. It was when it came to you that there was a problem. Constant arguing and fights over who gets to spend time with you and enjoy your company. Your idea of all of you hanging out was shut down, they each wanted their alone time with you. It went on like this for a few months. Until one day, it all stopped.

Suddenly it seemed as if your boyfriends had never fought in the first place. They never argued over spending time with you, they just knew when they could be with you one on one. At first you thought it was great. You were worried about their relationship for one another, and if it would last much longer like this. They must have talked about it civilly, otherwise it couldn't be so easy for them.

All of the red flags had been lowered and it was back to the honeymoon phase. The three of you got to cuddle at night while you could still have coffee with just one of them in the morning, or they could together. Honestly you weren't so sure about a polyamorous relationship in the beginning, but now you wouldn't change it for the world. Well, at that time you wouldn't have.

Suddenly the atmosphere changed, and you did not see it coming. Whenever you planned to go out, Hisoka and Illumi seemed to be on the same page about you not leaving. ----

"Hey, I'm gonna go hang out with some friends, I'll see you guys later!" You called out as you tied your shoes.

Illumi began taking off your coat and now you were very confused. "You shouldn't go out." He stated.

Hisoka chimed in from the kitchen while he made coffee, "It's going to rain, we don't want you to get caught in a storm."

"I'll just bring an umbrella, and anyway, Daisy will just drive me home." You responded.

Illumi shook his head and hung up your coat, "The news said it would be really bad today."

Hisoka added, "You guys may not even be able to drive in that kind of rain."

---- Everytime it went like this, there was always an excuse. It even got so bad that you were fired from your job. You spend every day at home now. Any time you even mention leaving anymore now, it isn't just excuses. "You won't be able to protect yourself." "Fine, if you get hurt it's your fault." "You can't apply to another job, you really think you can get another one after being fired?" Always something, and it's really starting to get to you. Soon enough it only escalated at it had been. You got dressed to leave and ignored their excuses, opening the door and stepping out. That's when it happened, that's when everything really changed. As you went to shut the door behind yourself, it slammed shut. It slammed shut right on your fingers.

Illumi came out and carried you back inside while you gasped and cradled your hand to your chest. "This is what happens when you don't listen to us. You'll get hurt." That's when you realized how bad things really had gotten. You were pretty sure that three of your fingers were broken, but Illumi wrapped them up with a splint and called it a day.

You just can't do this anymore. If they aren't going to let you leave, then you're going to have to sneak out. Or devise a plan. Of course Hisoka went through your messages, but that would be perfect for your plan. You managed to create a text chain with your 'sick older sister'. She asked that you come to see her ASAP because she is not doing well. This is something that they would allow you to do since it would be a one time thing.

As you laced your shoes and shrugged on a jacket, Hisoka and Illumi watched. Hisoka's hand was wrapped around Illumi's waist, and you could see his anxious grip on him.

"Okay, I'll be back at 4 pm." You had learned to lie through your teeth like a pro.

Hisoka forced a smile and nodded, "Illumi will be there to pick you up."

You give the both of them a quick kiss on the cheek and trot out of the door while waving. "See you soon!"

The sound of the door clicking closed behind you was the sound of jail break. You couldn't help it... You skipped down the hallway while giggling, until your skip turned into a run. And when you turned around? No one was there.

----

Killua and Gon were a god send. They accepted you as a person and your friendship became unbreakable. Each day when you woke up, you were excited to face the day. Most of your free time is spent with these two goof balls. If not with them, you're working.

They swung by your workplace when your shift ended so you guys could hangout. While these two are younger than you, they're very mature. Sometimes. And all of their friends are your friends, Kurapika and Leorio who are closer to your age. You would hang out with them too if it weren't for the fact they were always out of town for work.

The three of you make your way to the convenience store. Killua had been begging for the past two days that you guys go get Choco Robots.

Gon checks his phone and announces, "Kurapika and Leorio will be back tomorrow! Leorio said they got a hotel room for the night and would be back to travelling by tomorrow."

You and Killua know that means they're sharing a bed, but Gon is oblivious. And it's really not important for Gon to know at the moment.

Killua throws his arms in the air and yawns, "You always get off work so late. Why can't you work any earlier?"

"Tell that to my manager, she's the one in control of that." You retort.

An idea pops into Gon's head and you can tell because his eyes light up. "Instead of going all the way home, you should sleep over with us tonight! Alluka would love to see you again!"

"You know that her place is closer to us right now than ours, right?" Killua asks.

Gon's eyebrows furrow and he puts a finger to his lip, "Oh yeah..."

The convenience store's doors slide open and make a quiet 'ding' sound. Killua makes a bee line for the Choco Robots and begins putting the whole stock into a basket. You and Gon look at the drinks section and he settles on some strawberry lemonade. Besides the sleeping cashier, you three are the only ones perusing through the gas station sized mart.

Gon is pointing out the condoms and asking what they are when the soft 'ding' of the door sounds out. Killua is blushing and telling him to put the box back while you hold back laughter.

"Gon! Stop it! Just- just put them back!" He stutters out. They may have seemed mature for their age at first, but moments like this make you question it.

You feel a hot breath on the back of your neck and the voice to follow shakes you to your core.

"So this is where you've been hiding."

You whip around and push Hisoka away from you, it doesn't do anything but he does step back. Next to him is Illumi, eyeing not only you but his little brother. You knew they were brothers because Killua told you, but you never expected to see them in the same room together.

Killua's eyes go wide and Gon is already in a defensive position.

Ilumi takes his attention away from Killua and he leers at you instead. "That was a long trip to the hospital. Did you get lost leaving the building?"

"Hey! Why don't you just leave y/n alone?!" Gon barks at them.

It all happens in seconds, if you had blinked you would have missed it. Killua is slammed into the floor and his head makes a hard 'clunk' sound. Before Gon has the chance to attack, he's throw into a display rack, and tumbles to the ground. Killua is too dazed to react. Hisoka makes sure Gon can't get back up by stomping on his stomach, making him cough up blood.

Your last moment of freedom is spent by watching your friends be beat up. A cloth is pressed against your mouth and nose, and your arms are held behind your back. It smells heavily like cleaning supplies, potent ones. It takes a few breaths before you get dizzy, and until you begin losing control of your body. Hisoka is bent down in front of you and he places a kiss to your forehead.

You wish you knew what he said, but you've already succumbed to unconsciousness. Your freedom is relinquished once again.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

OK! THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE FLUFFYNIGHTKILLER HEADCANNON I'VE COME UP WITH.

My people, I love this and I hope you do. Its a long one, but I promise its worth it.

So ever since I read this head cannon from @yuriyuruandyuraart I've had one nagging thought.

Polygamous marriage is illegal.

So as much as I loved this story of them getting engaged, they couldn't ever get married, but I didn't wanna rain on everyone's parade so I kept it to myself. Until now!

While talking with @jann-the-bean I came up with this and Jan loved it! So I hope you guys do to.

So imagine that the 3 of them are going around telling their friends and family about their engagement, in the classic happy kind of way. It's all well and good, Dream is thrilled to find out his brother is so happy. However, then he realises the law and Dream pulls his brother aside.

Dream "Uhh Night...Can I talk to you?"

Nightmare "yeah?"

Dream "I'm so happy that you got engaged brother.."

Nightmare "........."

Nightmare "but?"

Dream "but..... But isn't Polygamous marriage illegal?"

Nightmare "......."

And that was the glass shattering moment. Dream wasn't trying to be cruel or anything like that. He was just generally concerned that Nightmare hadn't thought of that.

So later that night, Nightmare brought it up to his partners and of course both of them where upset when they remembered that law. So began a long talk about what they could do. In the end Ccino mostly just said that it didn't matter to him if they were married, so long as they were together. Since he's still just a small city boy, he didn't really see that there was to much they could do, he was content to just maybe have a ceremony where they promise to be life partners, but not marry.

Nightmare and Killer on the other hand were not satisfied with that.

That Night, when Ccino was asleep the two got to talking. I like to think that over the years that Nightmare and Killer have become icons for the poly community, much like Elton Jon is one for the gay community. The two of them decided that they were going to use this to fight for the right to marry each other.

It started small. Posts on social media, comments in interviews. They started speaking out that they should be allowed to be wed. Because they loved each other and the law shouldn't stop them. There where online polls and campaigns as their fan base who had been a huge fan of the throuple started to back them up.

This is when Ccino became alerted to what they were doing. He was scared that they could damage their reputations and careers over this. He told them that he wasn't worth everything they were risking. That if they really wanted to get married, the two of them could and he'd just keep being their boyfriend.

They told him no and then lovingly told him to shut up and they would take care of it.

So began the start of a long legal battle, which all together spanned about 2 years. From when they first started talking about it online, to when the find judgment was made. They were denied.

In the end the court ruled that if polygamy was legalised, it would cause alot of issues. Its a taboo for a reason, and some people would just abuse it for their own gain.

Both Killer and Nightmare were heart broken. Ccino told them that he was so proud of them for trying and that he loved them more then ever. But Killer and Nightmare were still really upset.

This upset Ccino, because he'd seen how hard they had worked and as he thought over everything, he realised that he was actually irritated himself. In fact, he was a little angry. So now it was his turn to say No.

Ccino "you know what? No!"

Killer "what?"

Ccino "they said they couldn't legalise it because people would abuse the system"

Nightmare "yeah?"

Ccino "well I say No! That doesn't apply to us. You aren't some guy who wants a bunch of wives. We are 3 people who all love each other equally. We should have the right to marry"

Killer and nightmare "........"

Killer "we thought you said that you were ok with it"

Ccino "I'm not. Of course I'm not! I want to marry you both! "

So this prompted them to start a new campaign. If Polygamy couldn't be legalised for everyone, then they was campaign for the court to give the 3 of them legal right to marry. If a man could get the rights to marry himself (true story) and a women could be granted the right to marry a building (again, true story) then the 3 of them should be granted permission to marry.

So they took it back to court and this time Ccino took a more active roll in it, though Nightmare and Killer were more dominant. Ccino appeared with Nightmare and Killer in some interviews, but even if his mental health was much better at this point, he still couldn't fully handle all the pressure. But he put in a lot of work behind the scenes to help his partners in the case.

They Luckily still had the support of the public. They argued that they didn't want to abuse the system, they didn't want to have the bunch or wives or a bunch of husbands. They were 3 people who all loved each other deeply and just wanted to be married to each other.

Imagine the judge in court asking them why they wanted to make it legal to marry Ccino and why they couldn't just date him. And Killer just stands up like.

"dude have you seen him!? Who wouldn't want to make that fluffy marshmallow their husband?"

Then as Jan said this leaves poor Ccino (who is sat next to him) just a blushing mess and he says “Killer, don’t be so loud it’s embarrassing..”

Meanwhile, nightmare staring the judge dead in the eyes.

“I agree he’s to adorable not to marry, I mean if we don’t marry him someone else may try to steal him. And I refuse to let that happen”

(thanks for these ideas Jan)

After another 2 years or so of fighting for it. After all the public backing and the long process. Killer, Nightmare and Ccino are finally granted the right to marry.

Just imagine Nightmare trying to keep composed in court, though his having a little party in his head, and Killer on the other hand just stand on his table in court like.

"yes! Ha!"

Then he points at Ccino "guess what fluffy buns! We are marrying you!"

Ccino is so shocked, but he's also so happy. He truly never would have dreamt of this happening.

The moment that Nightmare, Killer are handed over the legal documents, they don't waste a moment, they grab Ccino and jump straight into their car. Then they drive straight to Las Vegas to elope not stopping to change or pack any clothes or anything, because they don't want to wait a second longer.

Of course Ccino gets super flustered at their suggestion to elope.

Ccino "get m-married right now!? But don't you want to wait? And have some big celebrity wedding? You mentioned it before"

Nightmare "nope"

Killer "we've been engaged for over 4 years, we want to put a ring on it right now!"

Nightmare "we don't need a big wedding, or all that stuff. We just need you to say I do"

Nightmare and Killer "so... Will you?"

Ccino "......"

Ccino "YES!"

(though maybe they stopped to pick up dream on the way. Nightmare probably knows that Dream would kill him if he missed his wedding.)

So the 3 were married in a small Chapel. Nothing fancy, but for them it was perfect. They all agreed that they would probably host a proper reception and ceremony for their friends and family to attend later. But for now, they didn't need that, they just needed to be married. It was a very small simple thing.

They probably stayed in a Vegas hotel that night. Probably had some time to celebrate. I just imagine Killer waking the two of them up the next morning with breakfast he'd ordered like:

"Good morning Husbands"

And he just can't keep the smile off his face.

About a year later they have a more formal ceremony. Which of course is super fun. But for them it doesn't change that fact that their actual wedding was truly perfect.

And dam I just love those 3. Jan was the one who wanted me to share this with you guys and I really hope you like it as much as me.

Dam it Dream XD

BTW, I know this most likely isn't fully realistic to what the legal system is like, but give me a break. I’m not a lawyer, I’m a shipper. Its fiction, just let me have it.

studio verse by @zu-is-here

original nightmare by jokublog

original killer by rahafwabas

original ccino by black-nyanko 

Oh and @kotikaleo I'm sorry I forgot to tag you! You always as to be tagged in this stuff. Sorry idk if you saw it

[zackmartin]

i know i’ve already asked for one but if you’re feeling up to it!! how about one for @neshatriumphs 👉🏾👈🏾

Mana, you can send me literally as many as you think of because I will never grow tired of giving love to my friends. And I'm so glad you sent me Nesha because I always want to give her love 💕

I know this is an odd place to do this, but I just want to clear the air with her first real quick and say when I was yelling the other day about people not liking my posts, I wasn't speaking directly to her. I had strangers that had literally never spoken to me and literally never liked my posts, liking my ones about being a bad friend and maybe they just. Understood the feeling or something but I was so upset it felt like they were agreeing so I got mad but. I know when she likes my posts it's her way of saying "I hear you and I love you" so. That wasn't aimed at her.

But, anyway!!!! There's so much I want to say here but I don't know how to articulate it! I feel like her and I sort of have a connection that I've never quite had with anyone else, and I cherish it so much. Like, she told me the other day that I might be one of the only ones that truly understands her heart, but I feel like I understand it because mine is similar in a lot of ways. She's one of those people that I know she goes through things and I just. It hurts me that I don't have the power to take it away or make it stop, but I hope that whatever I can provide gives her at least some kind of relief, even if it ends up it's just for a moment. Anybody that knows her, knows of her immense talent, like Road to Dystopia was a masterpiece and she gave us the Iconic Throuple that is Max/Charlotte/Chase (chasing thunderbolts? Is that correct, I cant remember). Like, name a more iconic trio, you can't. And I think she wrote a fic around when the pandemic started and I still think about it because it was so raw and real and amazing and just. So uniquely Nesha, and I mean that in the absolute best way possible. Like I just mean she knows how to write in a way that makes you truly feel both for the characters and what the characters are feeling. ALSO HER ART!!! I don't even care if I know the fandom or not, I see her art, I will appreciate it cause it's all god tier. And we all know she's one of the most supportive people in this fandom, like I'm sure she's sick of me bringing up her support of DoD but I never quite had friends in my life that cared about my projects that much or really showed any interest at all, so to have someone that supports it so much, especially when a lot of us kinda hate HD now and she isn't really familiar with Suite Life besides me going insane and the few episodes we streamed, is just. That's an indescribable feeling that I'll never be able to fully thank her for. That fic is as much hers as it is mine now, like I'll literally write it thinking "will Nesha like this?" and if the answer is no, that part gets scrapped 😂 and I don't mean that in a pressuring way but just, she inspires me to be better. I've been contemplating coming to her for her zodiac knowledge because I'm deciding the birthdays of some OCs and if there is anyone's opinion I trust on the matter, it'd be hers 😂

This is already so long and I could honestly go on all night, but basically I just hope she knows how much I love and cherish her and how much she truly means to me 💕💕

@neshatriumphs

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