#polyam!141

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Okay, since I read this, I can't stop thinking about it. This is the fluff version.

They all love your belly. Bordering fetish obsessed with it.

Price loves to have you standing between his legs, arms wrapped around you, head pressed against your stomach, feeling your fingers carding through his hair. He just loves to rest like this for a moment. Finding home in your embrace.

Ghost loves to show you off in all your glory. He buys you dresses that hug your curves and even accentuates your belly fat, nothing 'flattering', no hiding. And then he takes you out for a date, one arm around your waist, a hand grabbing your rolls. Possessive and proud.

Kyle spends hours in the kitchen to cook your favourite things, seeing you eat without shame makes him happy in a way that is healing. The idea of anyone wanting to be smaller and fighting their body for it is now almost as alien to you as it is to him. And when you take a nap together and he uses you as a pillow, insisting that it's like sleeping on a cloud.

Soap calls you his muse and traces your stretch marks with gold and makes you pose for him. He paints you like a goddess, golden light bursting from your voluptuous body, blessing the world with life, wealth, prosperity. He also has sketches of you with each of the others, reminders of the love they share.

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Haven

Part 1, Part 9

When Johnny came to check in on you, you were both asleep, Simon used you as a pillow, arms still wrapped around you. Of course Johnny immediately takes quick picture and sends it to the group chat.

You wake up to a kiss on the forehead, Johnny smiling down on you. "Should've warned you he's a cuddler." Pointing to Simon who is now completely wrapped around you.

"Let'im, 's nice.. but we need a bigger couch. Maybe a bigger bed in the master as well." You still feel sleepy and almost too warm, but you love it.

Eventually you have to get up, Simon walks you back to the house, big hand on your lower back. As if he doesn't dare to let you go. Or simply doesn't want to, now that he is allowed.

"Sit down, luv, Kyle decided we go shopping tomorrow, and he needs space for groceries, so he is using up everything that needs to go soon." Price informs you and pats the cushion next to him on the couch. The perfect place to watch what is going on in the open kitchen.

For the first time you can watch all three men working together as a team. Technically Kyle is cooking again, but they all help and it is similar to the way you work with Johnny. They all have their tasks, have a rhythm to it.

You notice that somehow the mood had changed, there is a quiet anticipation in the air, and you realize how there is always one of them touching you. Kisses on your temple or your shoulder when they pass you or bring a spoonful of something for your approval. As if they are gravitating towards you. You being a fixed point and them orbiting around you. It feels... nice. Like they try to prove something. And even though you are a bit nervous, you decide to trust your feelings and not hold back. So you softly let your hand rest over theirs, turn your head for better access when they kiss your neck. All while sitting close to Price, John, one of his large, warm hands splayed on your thigh. Sometimes stroking it, sometimes squishing it.

It's not like Johnny never did something like this, but never this casual. Not like his hand belonged there, while he was reading a book about fishing, only moving it to turn a page. At least until Simon stood behind you, fingers trailing over the love bite he had left earlier. The dull pain makes you gasp and press your legs together... effectively trapping John's hand between them.

"Shit, didn't think it'd bruise that much. 'm sorry, luv, does it hurt much?"

"Just in a good way. Reminds me of you" Another gasp escapes you when fingers dig into your plush thigh, somehow higher than before.

"Is that so? You don't mind to be marked? Johnny do that for you?" John's voice in your ear and Simon's hand on your throat are awakening a beast in you that rarely shows itself.

"Hmm .. every time he leaves. Promising to be back before it is completely gone" You squirm a bit, getting more of that delicious pressure. And you are rewarded with a low chuckle from John. "We had the plan to have a talk after dinner, but you make it really hard to be patient."

His words do nothing to calm you down. "Was the plan just to talk?" you ask while trying not to squirm too much.

"Talk first then... Showing you what we mean. Each of us. But maybe there was enough talking today. What do you think, sweetheart?"

Between John's hand massaging your inner thigh and Simon's hand squeezing your neck just enough you find it hard to think for a moment, but you remember something.

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"Maybe there was enough talking indeed... and you promised something.."

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Haven

Part 8

Part 1, Part 7

CN: Sfw, kissing, suggestive, Kyle being sweet, fluff turning into more.

When you come down, you find your Johnny and Kyle in the kitchen. Leaning in the doorway, you take in that scene, strangely new and familiar. Where you and Johnny work in sync, Kyle works alone, master of the kitchen, man with a plan, following his own flow. But he lets Johnny help cut vegetables and all that. Both of them talking about a game or something, Johnny pointing out when Kyle is looking for a tool. So comfortable, that you wonder if they are simply used to getting settled in new places so much, that they don't pause. Or maybe the way your kitchen is organized is simply logical enough. And you can't deny that you like watching Kyle. There is a dance-like quality to his movements, you can almost hear a soft hum. Yeah, it would be nice to have this more often.

Still feeling a bit needy, you move over to your man, snuggling up to Johnny, effectively distracting him from the carrots. "Hey, boys, what are you making? And thanks for the hot cocoa, Kyle, it was delicious."

Kyle returns your smile and nods. He looks somehow... warmer. You are not sure how else to describe it. "Good to see you feel better. I'm making shepherds pie, that alright with you?"

"Hmm, yes, perfect." It's actually one of your comfort foods and you are more than happy to leave the work to them.

"Where is Simon? I want to..." You stare down at your hands, suddenly not sure anymore. "I hate fighting with people."

Johnny pulls you closer and kisses your temple. "ahm afraid you'll have to get used to it, at least occasionally. Simon is the most stubborn bastard I've ever met."

Kyle chuckles to that. "Fighting and Price insisting on talking it out before you go to bed angry. Welcome to conflict management 141 style." It makes you snort, because that is somehow fitting and contradictory at the same time. You don't doubt his ability to argue to the bitter end if necessary, but apparently not when it's something as trivial as emotions. And then you realized it.

"Wow, do you see it? This is the first polycule fight! Or whatever this is... But it's affecting all of us! Of course Simon and I feel hurt, but John is literally cock blocking himself, because he wants us to get along. And he is cock blocking Kyle by proxy, I guess? Oh, and Johnny is caught in the middle because what if we fight even more and he wants to be supportive but not take sides!" You know, you shouldn't be so excited about it, but it suddenly feels so real. Like a real relationship, with fighting and making up. "Babe, does Simon do making up sex?" You look at your future husband, who just stares at you with wonder in his eyes.

"Love, are ye seriously excited to emotionally wreck Ghost, just so ye can have hot dramatic coping sexy times?" At least you have the decency to look a bit foolish, because yes, you almost forgot that you have to talk about why Simon's words hurt you so much. Ignoring it would not help.

"hmmmmmaybe? But just because I felt so good after the nap and the hot chocolate and Captain John Price kissing me in our bed, like a sinful secret affair, wanting so much more, but caught between his needs and his loyalty to his men..." Your brain had an idea and ran with it, all the cute little fantasies... You only stop because Kyle makes a sound half cough, half laugh.

"He does have that effect, right? Damn, that man is a good kisser." He grins at you, and you realise that you were a little bit tense, jealousy is a thing that you don't really get, but you don't want to start another fight.

"Are you... okay with that? I don't want to... I mean, I don't want to ruin anything. Come between you and all that." You look at Kyle, questioning.

There is a moment of silence while Kyle finishes what he was doing and then walks around the table until he stands next to you. You feel Johnny's hand on your hip and it grounds you in a way but makes you also very aware that you are now stuck between two very attractive, strong men who both focus on you.

"First of all, John Price is not a man who stops, when he wants something. He is our captain and we follow his commands." Kyle looks down on you and you know he caught how you swallowed.

"Second, if I had a problem with that, I would talk to him." You nod, that is good to know.

"And third... What if we want you to come between us?" A small shift in his stand somehow feels like Kyle is even closer now, almost pressing against your body. "I have been thinking... Maybe you are just speeding up something that we have been moving towards already. This team, we wouldn't work this well without the trust we have in each other. The fact that Johnny kept you from us for so long is more of a surprise than you being interested in all of us. So what if you do come between us? What if we make you come between us?"

If Johnny weren't there, your knees might have given out, looking into those warm brown eyes that always had a playful sparkle. And somehow he managed to make you feel naked under his gaze, despite the comfy hoodie you were wearing.

"And last point" His voice is like honey when he places his hand on your hip, just above Johnny's hand, an oddly symbolic gesture. "I am the only one of us who hasn't kissed you yet, so I think I should change that.."

At least you manage to nod before Kyle gently, slowly kisses you. He tastes like the herbs he was cooking with and a faint hint of cocoa from the hot chocolate and you are so glad that you don't have any space between both men, because you can definitely not trust your legs anymore. Especially not when you feel Johnny gripping you tighter, Gaz moving impossibly closer. You feel their heat through the fabric, it is such a delicious thrill it makes you a bit dizzy. And then Gaz spreads small kisses along your jaw, down your neck, playfully grazing teeth that promise something more... It makes you whine a little when he places a final kiss on your throat and then steps away, adjusting his stance. "We are going to have a lot of fun, sweetheart. Would love to take you upstairs right now, Johnny and I, so he can show me exactly what you like. But not before you and Simon make peace."

Simon, yes. The problem is, that your brain immediately skips to the part where Simon shows you that he is not mad at you and shoves you against a wall and... Johnny's chuckle in your ear and a small pinch bring you back.

"I know this was fucking hot, luv, but Captain ordered to have a conversation before we take it further."

The reminder that even here, in your own home, John Price has so much authority over them doesn't really help you clear your head, but you take a deep breath. You really need to talk to Simon.

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Honestly, I would absolutely come between them. Over and over. Sorry not sorry for the joke, I had to.

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Edit: Part 9

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[motzglorp]

Haven

Part 9

Part 1, Part 8

CN: we dive right into the feels with this one. And then some kissing. We will bring the group together in the next one, promise!

You find Simon in the barn, staring at the torn mood board. You barely know the man but the way he tapes a torn picture together warms your heart in a sweet and painful way. You know you get a glimpse of his softer side, something he usually hides.

"Hey..." you make yourself known, stepping closer.

Simon turns, mask hiding most of his face. No words, but he steps aside, gives you space.

"You okay?" He asks and it sounds a little lost. Big man, not used to talking. Especially not about feelings. A strangely opposite to Johnny who always tells you everything. Maybe that's why you like him.

"Yeah, better. Sorry for... What you said, it hurt. It hurt because of things other people have said in the past. You couldn't know that, but you found the thing that caused the most pain. When you grow up with ADHD or any kind of diversion from the norm, you get judged, especially in small communities. When you are also openly queer and don't marry at 20, you might as well wear the scarlet letter and accept to be called a whore and treat you as such. I went to a very dark place for a while, and sometimes I still slip."

You picked up some pictures and pinned it back to the board.

"Being with Johnny means fighting with him from time to time. To be fair, we are very similar in that aspect, so please don't think that you have to handle me like someone who breaks easy. But I do have triggers. I do get meltdowns. I cry. I lash out. Mostly at myself. If... If you decide to stay…with us… I need to know that you won't use this against me. Honesty is the most important thing for a reason here. I don't play games like that. WE don't play games like that. That is the promise I can make. I won't lie to you, I won't pretend. I might forget things. But not intentionally."

The whole time, you don't dare to look at Simon, you don't want to see the rejection. Instead you keep busy putting the board back together. Self destructive behaviour was something you are a bit ashamed of, no matter how irrational it was.

So when Simon steps closer and ever so gently pulls the paper from your hand, you jump a little, tensed up.

"Look at me please"

His voice is rough, like something is caught in his throat. But when you look up, you see no rejection, just … old pain, similar to yours.

"I am sorry I hurt you. Guess we are not so different in some aspects. I don't trust people. I want to, but I have a past as well. I am a bit fucked up and I fuck up things. And I won't promise that it's the last time. But I... want to try. I was ready to let Johnny go, if it meant he is happy. Never imagined we had a real future. Not together. Not both of us alive. Never had anything to live for beyond missions. And you... fuck, you are like a dream. Too good to be true. Can't trust it. Not yet. But I want to try. For him. For you."

He stands in front of you, big, helpless. Raw. And all you want is to hug him, hold him, tell him that it's all going to be okay. So you do, pressing your face into his ridiculously massive chest. "That's all I need. All we need." you know your voice is muffled, but he hears you, draws you closer. You take a shuddering breath, tension bleeding out of both of you. Maybe one day, Simon would try for himself as well.

Some part of your brain thinks it's weird, that you feel so safe in his arms, you shouldn't feel like you already know him, there should be a distance, but it's like you belong here, seeking comfort from a man who has done terrible things. Like Johnny. Probably even more. Actually, you are about to start a polyamorous relationship with four war criminals for all you know, but in your heart, they are yours already. Or you are theirs.

You feel the shift in his stance, relaxing, and you can't help but press your hands against the muscles of his back, taking a deep breath. Funny how Simon's smell reminds you of Johnny and you feel the warmth spreading over you. Inappropriate... But your mind is already wandering, now that the crisis is averted. And he smells so good. And you had been around these hot men for days, who could blame you. And it doesn't help that Simon moves his hand lower, gripping your thighs and lifts you up with a small grunt, so he can burry his face in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling.

"y'smell good... Like Johnny and fresh laundry..." Voice low and growly, sending a shiver down your spine. Feeling his lips on your skin doesn't help either.

"Think I should take my time, to get to know you better." It sounds like a promise.

"Hmm, what... What do you want to know?" Your question comes out a bit breathy, clinging to him.

"Everything. The way you smell, how you feel under my hands, how you like to be taken apart and put back together."

You actually try to get a look at his face. "All or nothing?", you ask, just to be sure. You had a feeling that Simon would be like that. Greedy, when he was allowed to be.

"All or nothing. Not good at doing things slow or by halves. Never know how much time I get."

It makes sense and you nod. "All in"

There is still a moment, that look in his eyes, not trusting the gift, but wanting to trust. And then his mask is gone, his lips are on yours, hungry, relentless. Hands still holding you until he places you on the couch, towering over you, giving you a moment to stop it. But all you can do is placing a hand over the scars on his cheek, softly.

"Same rules for everyone. If I can stop any time, you are allowed to stop as well. I rather have just cuddles and kisses than any of you forcing themselves to some performance."

He nods and when he kisses you again, it's softer, slower, a promise for more, but this time he takes his time. Wandering lips, along your throat, to the swell of your breasts, his hand finding a way under your shirt, groping your fat. "So fucking soft, so perfect for us.." he growls into your ear and you sigh in relief and delight. Being confident and fat is one thing, being admired, wanted for it, is another rush.

You feel his teeth, scraping over your skin. "Wanna mark you as mine. As ours.." There is a question in there and you nod. The mix of pain and pleasure is delicious as Simon goes to work, sucking and biting until the bruises bloom. And then he just holds you. Head on your chest. Your hand resting on his head. As if it's enough that he left proof of his affection.

"Need to talk about boundaries. Kinks." His voice is so calm again. "We do this properly. Not gonna fuck it up, not intentionally."

You just hum in agreement, hand carding through his hair. It feels good, domestic.

You have a feeling, you should get a bigger couch for the barn.

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Leaving this here, although I am not too happy about it. Let me know in the comments what you think.

Part 10

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