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Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader

You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications, use of y/n

Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)

You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.

Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.

You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.

Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?

Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.

‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.

“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.

Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.

“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.

He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.

He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.

Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.

You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.

Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.

Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.

A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch leading the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.

You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.

The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.

You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.

‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.

The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.

“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.

You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to stab your claws into its chest, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.

‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’

You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.

The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.

“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.

You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.

Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.

“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”

You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood leaking out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.

The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from under the rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.

Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.

You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.

Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.

You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.

Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.

Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.

Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He'd spend a few hours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?

Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.

He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.

The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.

The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—

Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.

He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.

‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.

Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.

Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—

“Miguel.”

You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’

You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.

“Miguel.”

Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.

“Miguel.”

Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.

“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.

“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”

Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.

“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”

There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.

“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”

Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.

So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.

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Obey Me! Beelzebub's & Belphegor's reaction to: Mc & the strange noise.

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Imagine Mc is up late at night doing whatever. Mc hears a really strange noise, so they pull out their D.D.D and text the HoL group chat. "Hey did you guys hear that noise??" Mc waits a few minutes after hearing the noise a second time, Mc decides to message the group chat again. "Helllloooo?? Guys??" Mc sits in their room anxiously waiting for at least one of the brothers to respond. Why were they not responding? What could the noise be? What if its something bad? The longer Mc waits the more anxious Mc gets. When Mc hears the noise for a third time they decide they'll deal with the noise themselves. Mc sends one last message to the group chat "Fine ignore me, I'll go check out the noise myself." With the message sent Mc goes to leave their room. With an uneasy feeling Mc decides they need a weapon, they either grab one or decide to get one along the way. The brothers arent answering better safe than sorry right? Mc finally heads out into the dark hallways of HoL, in search of finding the source of the noise. What will happen next??

Beelzebub

Mc was up late trying to finish an essay for one of their classes. The noise threw off their thought process causing them to not be able to work on the essay. The brothers not responding in the group chat made Mc feel annoyed but also uneasy. Mc looked around their room for a weapon only to decide they couldn't find one. With a nervous sigh Mc ventures into the dark hallway unarmed, using their D.D.D as a light to guide them.

Mc didn't know where the noise came from, so they stand around until they hear the noise again. When they hear the noise again Mc shakes their head with a smile, the noise is coming from the kitchen its probably just Beel. Mc knows Beel gets Midnight snacks sometimes. When he clears the entire fridge out. Mc decides to go to the kitchen, they could use a break from writing their essay. Mc walks towards the kitchen feeling comfortable. It had to be Beel in the kitchen, what else could be in there? Mc thinks they are just being paranoid, until they get closer to the kitchen. Mc realizes the kitchen light isn't on which makes them stop in their tracks for a moment. When the strange noise is heard coming from the dark kitchen again, Mc physically jumps in suprise. Mc's heart pounds against their chest, so loud and rapid they swear they can hear/feel their heartbeat in their ears. Mc takes a deep breath, clutches their D.D.D tightly, and walks forward. Mc peaks around the corner of the kitchen doorway, shining their D.D.D flashlight into the kitchen with a shaky hand. They shine the light around the dark kitchen just to see..... Mc lets out a relieved laugh, there sat a cat on the kitchen counter, the cat was stuck in a bag, probably having tried to get the food that was left in the bag. When Mc realizes the cat is stuck they quickly switch on the kitchen light and rush over to help the cat, once the cat is safe and free, they place the cat on the floor and watch it scurry off. Mc shakes their head with a smile, knowing Satan will be scolded when the cat is found by Lucifer. Mc feels realived but also still incredibly uneasy, they found out what the sound was, why were they still on edge?? Mc sighed and decided to get a bottle of water, figuring hydrating would help ease their thoughts. As they pull the water out of the fridge a sound is heard behind them, and out of panic and suprise Mc whips around and throws the bottle at the source of the sound....

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Beelzebub's POV) Beel had been being a good boy like always such a sweet baby and had gone to bed at a reasonable time, well reasonable for a demon. Beel however woke up in the middle of the night needing food, his stomach was growling so loud it woke him and the pain his empty stomach cause him to feel was enough to make him sit up. Beel went to get up and go to the kitchen when he saw his D.D.D blinking, signalling he had a message. Confused, tired and hungry, Beel picked his D.D.D up and ate it checked what the message was. When he saw what Mc had sent the group chat he suddenly felt less hungry, still hungry just now mpre focused on being worried. What if Mc got hurt checking it out alone. Beel couldn't allow that, he immediately left his and Belphie's room in search of Mc. I feel like Beel or Asmo has the best sight out of all of the brothers. Beel had no problem seeing in the dark, he listened carefully and when he heard soft footsteps he followed them determinedly. He had to make sure Mc was safe.

As Beel follows the footsteps he doesn't even realize they are entering the kitchen, to worried about Mc to focus on his own hunger. When Beel finally gets close to the kitchen he sees the light on and puts some pep in his step. Beel watches a cat fly past him and run off towards Satan's room, Beel pays no mind. He quickly walks to the kitchen doorway and to his relief, finds Mc getting a drink from the fridge. With Beel now calm and content with Mc's safety his attention focuses back on his hunger, before he can even say anything to Mc a loud almost animalistic growl leaves his stomach as it cries out for food. The Avatar of Gluttony watches as Mc fearfully whips around and chucks a water bottle at him, Beel doesnt even realize he opens his mouth and catches the water bottle skillfully in his mouth instead of hitting him. Beel isn't aware he caught the water bottle until he hears the loud crunch of the plastic bottle and the water in his mouth.

(Back to Mc's POV?!??) Mc immediately starts apologizing to the gentle giant, quickly explaining how they were on edge and he startled them, Beel however seemed to pay no mind as he happily ate the thrown water bottle. Once Beel was done munching on the plastic bottle he waundered over to the fridge for a midnight snack, kindly offering to share some with Mc. "What kind of midnight snack do you want Mc? I'll let you have first pick."

Once Beel gathered his mountain of food for his "midnight snack" sir thats a midnight meal- mc and Beel went to Mc's room. Beel didn't want to wake Belphie up by eating, and Mc still had an essay to finish. Beel being sweet boy he is offered to stay up and keep Mc company while they wrote the last couple of paragraphs for the essay. When Mc finally finishes the essay they stretch and look to find Beel sitting on the floor close by, looking at them like a puppy looks at its owner. Mc yawns and thanks Beel for keeping them company while they finished their school work, as a thank you Mc offers for Beel to sleep in their bed. Beel may not be his still he happily accepts the offer. Mc and Beel cuddle up on Mc's bed, Mc falls asleep first. Beel keeps his arms secure around them, he may be a man of few words, but he understands Mc was scared earlier even if he didnt mention it. He didn't want Mc to feel embarrassed or to make them feel scared again. As Mc slept peacefully in his arms Beel swore to them- "I will always protect you Mc." Beel eventually fell back to sleep holding Mc close.

Belphegor

Mc had made the mistake of letting Belphie drag them into a mid day "5 minute" nap. The nap had lasted all day, they got woken up by Beel for dinner, so they weren't tired when bedtime came. They were laying in their bed playing a random game on their D.D.D when they heard the noise. Mc wasnt suprised Belphie didn't respond in the group chat, but the other brothers not responding made them nervous, yeah it was late at night but one of the brothers always seemed to be up. Mc looked around their room but they couldn't seem to find a hood weapon. So with nothing other than their D.D.D they are using as a flashlight, they venture into the dark hallway, in search of the strange noise. The noise seemed to come from the library, Mc thought it might be Satan or Lucifer, but since neither had responded in the group chat Mc wasn't so sure.

Mc nervously heads towards the hallway, shining their flashlight at shoulder height, not even thinking to look down at the floor. The strange sound can still be heard coming from the library, the sound is constant and sounds almost like a bag being ruffled or moved around. Mc's heart pounds in their chest, their eyebrows are furrowed as they try and figure out what would be making that kind of a sound. Mc gets a little bit between their room and the library, focusing more on the confusing sound than where their walking, they suddenly trip over something. Mc crashes to the ground, it hurts but its not that bad, just ending up with a scrapped elebow or knee, and most likely a bumped head. Mc groans as they rub their head, their D.D.D had flown out of their hands when they fell. Mc was so focused on their own pain that when they groaned in pain they didnt hear the person they tripped over groaning in pain too.

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Belphegor's POV) Belphie had been a little upset when him and Mc were woken up for dinner, but he got up and ate anyways. What really upset him was that Mc went to their room after dinner instead of going to take a nap in the attic with him again. Mc claimed 'they weren't tired after sleeping all day', because Mc wouldn't take a nap with him Belphie had wandered off to nap somehwere on his own. When Belphie woke up again it seemed kind of late, Belphie looked around his random nap spot for Mc. When he didn't see them he got up, Belphie went walking towards Mc's room clutching his cow pillow, still half asleep and grumbling incoherent things. Belphie however only made it half way to Mc's room before he crumbled tiredly to the floor and fell asleep on the ground cuddling his cow pillow, deciding to just dream of Mc.

Belphie did just that, he was having a wonderful dream with Mc and Beel in it when he was woke up by getting kicked in the gut, then stepped on, when he heard someone land on the ground next to him he assumed they tripped over them. Belphie didn't open his eyes, move or care until he heard Mc's voise groaning in pain, realizing Mc tripped over him, Belphie opened his eyes and turned over so he could face Mc, Mc's D.D.D's flashlight was shining their way, so he could see that Mc's eyes where closed while they rubbed their body in pain. Belphie being the little shit he is Belphie decided to reach his hand out and touch Mc hoping to catch them by suprise. What he didn't expect was for Mc to kick out at whatever had touched them. He watched as Mc's leg shot out and kicked him in the shoulder chest area, as their eyes shot open in suprise and fear, after Mc kicked him they scooted away from him in fear until they realized it was him. It didn't hurt Belphie but by the suprise and how horrified Mc looked that they accidently hit him, Belphie obviously had to tease them- "Damn Mc, you hurt me tripping over me and yet I was nice enough to try and check on you, and you hit me some more? Last time ill ever check on you." Belphie has that teasing playing smirk on his face as he teases them.

(Mc's POV again) Mc apologizes and tells Belphie about the strange noise, which can still be heard coming from the library. Belphie teases them for being freaked out over something like that while still being a brat and teasing them for hitting him on accident over some "strange noise", Belphie snickers when Mc tells him that he should come with them to investigate the noise. "Alright scaredy cat I'll come with you, only if you let me sleep in you're room with you after this" Belphie swings his arm lazily towards the library where the sound continues to come from, giving Mc his usual lazy smirk. Lets be honest hes sleeping in Mc's room with them no matter what, so Mc takes his deal and drags him towards the library with them. Mc shines their D.D.D as a light and walks slightly in the lead, Belphie is lazily attached to their side and walking a little behind them. When they reach the library, Mc takes a shaky breath before leading Belphie into the library behind them. Mc turns on the library light to see..... A cat with a chip bag on its head, the cat is running around the library in a panic, everytime it runs the bag ruffles making the sound Mc had been hearing. Belphie laughs when he sees what's been making the sound that was scarying Mc. Mc rushea over and helps the cat get the bag off its head, once the cat is free it darts out of the library, presumably headed towards Satan's room.

Belphie continues to laugh at Mc until he recieves a teasing 'shut up' smack from Mc. Belphie continues to tease Mc as they turn off the library light and head for their room. Belphie sticks close behind them no matter their pace, like a puppy following their owner, the only difference is Belphie is a teasing brat. Mc and Belphie eventually make it to Mc's room, Belphie immediately crawls into Mc's bed making himself at home. Mc watches Belphie close his eyes and assumes he fell asleep already. Mc wasnt ready for bed yet, so they walk quietly around their room doing their nightly routine. It wasn't until Mc heard a tired grumpy voice that they realized Belphie wasnt asleep- "Can you hurry up already, I deserve to cuddle and sleep, since you decided to beat me up" the teasing tone in Belphie's voice makes Mc know that he's smirking, even though his face is burried under their blankets. Mc rolls their eyes and shushes him, once Mc is done getting ready for bed, they crawl into their bed and cuddle up to Belphie. They kiss his forehead muttering a quiet apology again for accidently hitting him earlier, Belphie's arms wrap around Mc's body and he snuggles against their chest. The sloth demon falls asleep rather quickly, but not until Mc started petting his hair. Mc eventually falls asleep as well, how could they not fall asleep when they were so warm and safely cuddled up with Belphie?

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quicktosimp · 4 months

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Save an Ilu, Ride a Na'vi

Kinkmas Day 05

Warnings: Sex on an Ilu, Fingering, Alien Genitala, Enemies to Lovers (Kinda), Aonung Sucks at Emotions, Aonung Redeems Himself, Anxious Reader, Panic Attacks

A/N: I have never written this before, and it was an amazing experience thank you @neteyamsyawntu 💕

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Come in, Forest Girl, you’re going to learn how to ride an ilu whether you like it or not,” Ao’nung’s gruff voice demanded.

I winced, and my ears folded back, knowing he was already angry today. We were separated into groups because of how volatile Aonung got with my brothers: those that Aonung could tolerate and those he couldn’t. As of right now, I am the only one in his group, this being due to the fact that I can’t tell him no. Confrontation makes me panic; I can’t even react. I just stay quiet and hope they go away. Back in Omatikaya, my brothers would stop anything from happening, and no one was stupid enough to mess with Kiri. But once we came to Awa'atlu, Aonung and his goons had it out for my family. We tried to keep the peace, but it ended in several fistfights, especially when Aonung realized that I wouldn’t fight back. This caused even more fights, and now, none of the boys are allowed around each other. To make it up to me, Aonung has to teach me how to ride an ilu. I think this is more of a punishment for me, but I couldn’t tell Tonowari that when he was already irritated at his son and my brothers.

It didn’t help when Dad tore my brothers a new one for getting into a fight while praising me for “keeping the peace,” which only infuriated them; Lo’ak tried to explain that I was scared of them only to be shut down by Dad. Neteyam attempted to get Dad to understand but wasn’t interested in listening to him either. Leaving me here, trapped with my tormenter until I learn to ride an ilu.

“Before eclipse, freak,” he snarled, stalking into the water, his tail swishing angrily.

I scurry after him now, wanting to make him any angrier. It always surprises me how warm the water is, not icy like the lakes and rivers back home. I easily wade into the water well past my waist as Aonung continues deeper, calling the ilu. The joyful creatures pop out of the water, swimming eagerly to Aonung as I stood back waiting. The ilu was already harnessed, ready to ride, as I stared at it nervously.

“Get on,” Aonung’s words were short as he held the ilu in place.

I timidly walked over onto the other side of the ilu, trying to put as much space between Aonung and I. I grabbed onto the harness and lifted myself on. I grasped onto the handle in front of me as my panic started to set in. Back home, I had never been able to complete my Iknimaya, too terrified of fighting the ikran, and even though I am not fighting an ilu, the same panic is there. My chest felt heavy, and breathing was becoming difficult. Each breath was short as my skin became clammy. I knew I had to make tsaheylu in order to learn to ride, but I couldn’t let go of the harness, my hands stuck in a shaky iron grip.

“Oi, you need to make the bond,” Aonung reminded crossly.

I attempt to let go with one hand, only for nausea to crawl its way up my throat. I grip back on even tighter as a whimper tears from my throat. My vision became blurry. I'm not sure if it's from the lack of oxygen or from tears. Am I crying?

“What in Eywa’s name is wrong with you?” Aonung demanded.

I attempted to speak, but all that came out was choked-off breaths as my body trembled even harder.

“Oh fuck me,” I hear Aonung mutter under his breath.

The next thing I knew, his hands were on my waist; Aonung easily picked me up and held me close and away from the ilu.

“There, now calm down, and let's figure out how we can fix this,” I hear him mutter, his voice barely sounding over the waves in my head.

Once the ilu was long gone, I was able to start calming down. The fading adrenalin left me shaky and weak. As my vision cleared, I first noticed my grip on Aonung’s biceps, my nails digging in, creating crescents on his arm. I lessened my grip and let go, not wanting to hurt him. The second thing was that Aonung hadn’t let me go. The water here was just below my chin, yet he held onto me like I was well above my head. Almost protective?

“What in Eywa’s name was that about? You looked like the ilu was an akula,” Aonung asked, what sounded like concern.

“Bad experience,” I managed to mutter out; my throat still felt like there was a lump in it.

“Bad experience, my ass, it’s more than that, and I can’t teach you if you don’t tell me,” He snarked, but his arms were still firmly wrapped around my waist.

I shakily sighed, “A couple of years ago, Lo’ak attempted his iknimaya, and to complete it, he must form tsaheylu with an ikran,” I swallowed the lump in my throat as tears came to my eyes, “It went fine in the beginning, but when he got on his ikran, it rolled him, sending Lo’ak off a cliff. It wasn’t good. I had to watch as my brother's broken body struggled to heal, as he couldn’t wake up,” Tears poured out of my eyes, and I couldn’t stop talking, “After Lo’ak healed, we could never talk about it, and then dad made Lo’ak do it again the following year, despite our Tsahìk saying he needed another year to heal fully. Lo’ak managed to do it, but it reopened several wounds, and he had to be taken off duty for months. I was the one who took care of him since the beginning of it all, but I can’t get the images of Lo’ak’s body at the bottom of the cliff.” I finished as sobs raked through me.

Warmth was pressed against my cheek; looking up, I noticed it was Aonung’s chest. His extensive tattoo was underneath my cheek. He was hugging me.

“You are terrified of many creatures now; that is not your fault. This should have been explained to us before bringing you out here,” his large palm rubbed up and down my back soothingly; he paused before abruptly asking, “Is that why you were sleeping when your family arrived? You panicked like I just watched until you lost consciousness?” Aonung’s voice was panicked as he asked.

I nod my head, not wanting to answer verbally.

“Well fuck that, that’s not going to happen again. I’m going to make a new plan, and the first part is you’re going to talk with my mom. She is experienced with these traumas and will teach you different techniques to work through them. She is also a great listener when she needs to be, and only when she says it’s good will I work with her and you to teach you how to ride an ilu,” Aonung explained firmly.

Confused, I looked up at him, “Why are you doing so much for me?” I asked, confused.

His face turned lavender as he looked away from me, “I’m your teacher; it’s my job,” And he left it at that.

Many moons go by. I’ve worked with Ronal, and while I was too timid to say literally anything to her at first, she is now the first person I wish to talk to, well, besides Aonung. The months have brought us close, and after a while, we even started to court. Before that, I expected that he would apologize to my siblings, but instead, he did more. He apologized to my siblings and brought many gifts of jewelry, food, and weapons; he even explained everything to my dad, leaving him with no excuse to accept that my brothers weren't in the wrong. It seemed that everything was going well, even the ilu training. It started with simply being around them and progressed as I got more comfortable around them. Now, here I am about to do a joint ride with Aonung; he will make the bond with the ilu, and I will ride in front of him. Easing the pressure off of me.

“Are you ready, Sumtsyìp?” Aonung asks me from atop the ilu, his hand reaching out for me.

I hesitantly grab his hand, and Aonung lifts me so I am sitting in front of him. I start to feel a bit of panic before I notice my ass firmly nestled next to his slit. I try to ignore it since we are here to ride the ilu, but thoughts keep coming into my head.

“You remember the breathing exercises I taught you?” Aonung asks.

“I remember,” I responded distractedly.

Aonung’s arm wraps around me firmly, “Alright, then, let’s go.”

With that, I took a deep breath, and we submerged. The lack of air panicked me at first, wanting to take another breath, but I was unable to. But it wasn’t long after that we emerged up top. I quickly took a breath before we dived again. This went on for a bit until, when I looked back, Awa'atlu was long in the past. I continued to take deep breaths as I examined my surroundings. Nothing but open sea could be seen. I pressed myself close to Aonung when I felt my chest start to become heavy.

“You did so good, Sumtsyìp. I am so proud of you!” Aonung exclaimed as he picked me up and turned me around.

Now sitting chest to chest with Aonung, I can see the joy on his face as he litters my face with kisses. I can’t stop the giggles that flow from my lips. As Aonung kisses my face, I start to squirm from the ticklish sensations. Causing our slits to grind against each other, even with tewng in the way it sent pleasure radiating through our bodies.

“You can’t do that, Sumtsyìp,” Aonung gasped as he gripped onto my hips.

I look up at him, my tail twitching playfully along his arm, “Why not?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and wrapping my legs around his waist.

His eyes dilate in response before he latches his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately. I moan into the kiss and lean in, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers into his hair.

Aonung pulls away briefly, “Oh fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Before nipping my bottom lip, pulling on it before releasing it and licking the seam of my lips.

I open my mouth for him, and his tongue slips in, coming to play with my own. Our tongues dance together as I grind my slit into his, becoming irritated by the feel of my tewng. Almost as if he could read my mind, one of Aonung’s hands travels down to my tail, uniting the straps starting there to free me from my tewng. Unable to leave it be, the moment Aonung’s fingers skimmed the base of my tail, he gabbed on and tugged. I arched into his touch as a moan was ripped from my lungs. My slit has started to open, and slick is leaking out of it. Aonung continued to play with my tail, pulling and caressing it as I continued to grind into him; each tug brought a sharp pleasure that I couldn’t ignore, and I needed more from Aonung. Backing away from his lips, a long string of saliva connects our mouths.

“Please, Nung,” I beg, widening my cat-like eyes at him.

Aonung rests his forehead on mine, staring into my eye as his fingers creep closer to my slit, “You have been such a good girl for me. You deserve a reward, don’t you, Sumtsyìp?” It may have been worded as a question, but it was a fact to him.

Slowly Aonung trails his finger up and down my slit, gathering the slick that has already escaped from me, gently urging me open for his fingers. Slowly, he sinks in one finger down to the knuckle. My inner tendrils wrapped around his finger, trying to draw it in more.

“You’re greedy today, aren’t you? Making yourself all wet for me, drawing me in, just to use my finger for your own pleasure. But that’s all I am here for, to serve you,” Aonung groans into my ear.

I whimper at his words, my core throbbing in need as the heat travels through my body. As I went to reply, he slowly removed his finger, each of my inner tendrils fighting to stay wrapped around his digit, but slowly losing the battle and releasing, but continued to follow him until they could no longer reach him. When just the tip of Aonung’s finger was left inside, he pushed it back in, slowly fucking me with one finger as he did it over and over again, bringing me a slow-burning pleasure.

“Aonung! Please, stop teasing!” I pled with him, the slow pace maddening me.

A throaty chuckle vibrated Aonung’s chest, “Are you eager, Sumtsyìp? Does your greedy slit need more attention? Is one finger not enough for you? You’re lucky you’ve been so good. This behavior won’t be accepted any other time,” He says into my ear as he pushes in another finger.

The stretch was glorious as the two digits worked simultaneously. His fingers twisted and slicked inside me, spreading me further, and my inner tendrils followed his fingers, knowing that it would bring them more pleasure. I start to hump his fingers, needing more than this slow pace, and finally, his fingers curled inside me. I gasp as stars cross my vision, the pleasure shocking me from top to bottom, taking my breath away in response.

“Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung,” I chanted, the only thing that I could think of.

“Such a good girl, saying my name like that. Now tell me, who makes you feel good?”

“Nung!” I responded.

Aonung’s fingers curled deeper this time, “Good girl, now tell me, who touces this slit?”

“Nung, Nung does,” I whine as the pleasure builds.

This time, he twisted his hand, pulling on my inner tendrils, and a squeal left my lips.

“Good girl, now, one more question. Who owns this slit?” Aonung hiss out.

My heels dig into Aonung’s back as I try to anchor myself, “You, Aonung! You own my slit!” I shouted into the open air.

The hand that was holding onto my hip moved to my tail, tugging on the base as he flexed and pulled his fingers inside me. The scream that felt my lips was feral and roar as my vision whited out. My toes flexed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and my fingers scratched at his shoulders, leaving marks that would last for days.

“Nung, Nung, Nung,” I chant as I continue to cum, his fingers never ceasing their work.

“Did so good, Sumtsyìp. You came on my fingers perfectly. Such a good girl for me,” Aonung whispered as he slowly started to remove his fingers once my orgasm finished.

Despite my brain being fuzzy, I knew that Aonung didn’t cum. I slowly reach my hand down to his tewng, wanting to return the favor, only for Aonung to grab my hand and pull it away gently.

“No, Sumtsyìp, this was your reward. This was all about you. Next time you can help, Yawne,” Aonung explained softly.

I wanted to argue but found that I was too fucked out to do so. Instead, I relaxed into his hold as we started the much slower journey home, thinking of all the ways I could return the favor.

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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wonder how leon’s ex girlfriend reacted to the breakup🫣

Anon! You’re the first to ask! 🤭

So more under the cut 😉 👇

“Hey thanks for meeting me here,” Leon’s gaze darts around the table.

He chose a sort of secluded area cause he wasn’t really sure how she was gonna react. His girlfriend smiles at him in confusion, brows puckering as she seats herself across from him.

“What’s up?”

Leon fiddles with his watch for a second before clasping his hands. Biting the bullet he huffs out a breath and looks up into her face.

“I’m breaking up with you,” he winces a little trying to soften his tone, “I’m not good for you and I figured it’s better to do it now than wait around.”

The frown becomes more pronounced and she blinks her eyes rapidly, “Oh. Uh. Well, you sure we can’t—“

“I’m sure,” he cuts her off firmly, eyes looking down at his watch again, “this sucks and I hate doing it to you, but it’s for the best.”

She quickly wipes a few tears away from her cheeks and sniffs. Standing up, she gives him a shaky nod and walks back the way she came. He lets out a deep breath and scrubs his face. Keeping his head in his hands he just sits there for a minute, collecting his thoughts.

“There you are!”

He feels the table shift and catches a waft of your perfume as you sit down next to him.

“Listen if anyone asks I was here the entire time.”

He looks up from his hands to see you squinting at the rest of the food court. When you turn back and catch his gaze you smile, all warm and sweet making his chest feel hot.

“Should I ask why?”

Your smile widens, “Nope.”

The sudden urge to kiss you is overwhelming making him freeze in place as you go back to looking around. Standing up, he grabs your wrist to tug you after him.

“Hey what’re you—“

“I thought I saw someone looking shady,” he makes up a lie on the spot, pulling you away from the food court and outside.

“Oh no way, was it a short guy cause—“

Leon isn’t paying too much attention to what you’re saying and once he has you far enough away from the entrance to the mall, he presses you into a convenient little nook that keeps prying eyes from seeing what he’s about to do.

He quickly boxes you in against the rough brick and kisses the words out of your mouth. You taste divine, sweet from some candy he knows you’re always sneaking. He presses his tongue deeper, sloppily fucking into your mouth. You whine and sag against him, letting him press more of his weight into you—pinning you against the wall so he can kiss you stupid.

Mewling into his mouth, your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into you more; it makes him chub up in his jeans which could be a problem soon so he reluctantly pulls back.

“Let’s get to the car,” he presses another quick kiss to your swollen mouth.

“Uh huh,” you reply a little dazed.

As he pulls you along again, this time to the parking lot, he feels his phone vibrate. He pulls it out of his pocket and sees it’s from his ex. He slides it open but as it’s just her asking if they could talk, he deletes its and blocks her number.

Once you both get to the car, he’s pushing you into the backseat while he cranks it to keep the AC running. He mentally thanks his dad for having such tinted windows as he then makes his way into the backseat with you.

“Leon,” you whisper, eyes wide and a little anxious making his cock throb, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?” he smirks, loving how easy it is to talk you into something, “just wanna make out with my cute little sis before going home.”

Your pupils dilate and you bite your lip, “Or you could just take me home? Our parents are out til late and you could take me up to your room.”

Leon’s cock throbs at the implications and shoves you to the front as he gets out and moves back up to the driver’s seat.

“Let’s go then.”

You smother your laugh as you buckle in but it still makes his chest flutter to hear it.

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Part 4, Chapter 6: Repository II //Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: hi friends! Next repository chapter is up! I really struggle with action writing so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! I’m really anxious to hear people’s thought on my decisions in this chapter so please let me know what you liked, didn’t see coming, etc!

Also @animasola86 gets credits for Sebastian in the cover art!

The audio version of this chapter can be found here

Masterlist to the full series found here

Warnings: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, descriptions of bodily harm, seriously it’s gross fam…

Word count: 5k

As if the first scream he had to hear wasn’t bad enough a few seconds after he heard a second one. Granted not quite as loud and violent, but still chilling as the next room seemed to continue collapsing. He needed to hurry.

“At least take a wiggenweld mate,” Leander said, holding out a bottle. Normally he’d be skeptical of a potion coming from Garreth or a close friend of the boy, but given the circumstances Sebastian graciously took and downed its contents. The potion didn’t fully heal the injury, but it did slow the bleeding.

“Mr. Sallow, I really must advise against this. Rushing into danger in general is not wise, certainly not while injured” Professor Fig spoke and he shook his head.

“You’ve never stopped her before for doing the same. With all due respect sir, she is my priority. And while we sit here arguing, she could be injured. This is just a minor wound, it’ll be fine” he reasoned as he spat out the response. The notion he should sit back and let the girl face her death makes the words turn sour on his tongue.

“You and I both know this is not what she would want Mr. Sallow” Fig continued to argue with him and Sebastian turned away from the man before hauling himself up so he could mount Highwing once more.

“Yeah? And what about what I want? I certainly don’t intend on dragging her mangled and lifeless body from this cavern simply because you think she should face ranrok alone” he said.

“Your uncle” Sharp cut in and he rolled his eyes.

“Precisely. She might as well be alone. In fact, I feel more concerned knowing that man is with her. So now that everyone has addressed their objections, they are duly noted. I’m going” Sebastian said as he lifted off the ground, the hippogriff hovering as he swallowed in a shaky breath. Knowing the entrance to the cavern had been blocked by falling debris, he knew he'd have to find another way around.

“We can search to the left of the entrance if you’d like to go right” Poppy offered. As Sebastian turned to see that she had helped Imelda onto the back of the beast alongside her.

“Fine. But please shout if you find a way in” he said.

“We shall stay here and continue to try and slowly dig out the debris” Professor Weasley quietly informed him. In all his years he’d never seen the woman so dejected. The deputy headmistress always being the pinnacle of authority and confidence, yet now she seemed sullen and nervous.

“Alright. Someone should probably see what happened to Larson after going to find Officer Singer from Hogsmeade to help” he informed them as Everret nodded, “sounds good Sebastian” he said already heading back towards the mouth of the cave to find his housemate and direct the Aurors down to the cavern that no one outside knew of.

“Be safe Mr. Sallow” Hecat told him. The woman had always had a soft spot for the boy who showed much promise in her classroom, but watching him repeatedly throw himself into danger without fear caused her to swell with pride. Sebastian probably would’ve acknowledged his favorite professor had he not already gotten out of earshot of the group, desperate to find a way in before it was too late.

Although, who could hardly blame him with how grim the sounds coming from the repository chamber sounded…

She had hardly been given time to react before the goblin was hurling the corrupted ancient magic in her direction. She had fought his loyalists but had yet to actually be in his line of fire. She had watched him kill Lodgok, his own brother, in a similar manner. She’d be damned if her or Solomon went down in a similar manner.

It was truly wild how much her mind wandered during the fight. She had faced many opponents with complete concentration on the task at hand, and as she fought this goblin who threatened her world, she couldn’t help but think back on everything that had led up to this moment. She’d crossed paths with him so many times at this point: in the vault, in that alley outside the three broomsticks, in the shadows at rookwood castle, in the mine where Lodgok had died, now. All her hard work in doing the keepers bidding, finding the missing pages with a ghost, the trip to the restricted section - it had all been leading to this moment.

Yet, she found her mind wandering as she continued to hurl rocks lifted with ancient magic at the goblin. Part of her remembered the poem her father had read to from the papers a few years back, before she even knew of magic.

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul

The other part of her kept glancing over and making eye contact with the frozen and terrified ex auror. Until now she had never noticed the way that he had such similar eyes to Sebastian. It was likely due to how often Solomon’s eyes looked angry, but now, seeing the fear in them, she recognized the resemblance. And although in both muggle and wizarding worlds, men showing their emotions so openly was frowned upon, she so deeply loved that her love had continued to be unashamed in showing all of himself to her. The fear, the excitement, the anger, the anxiety, the frustration, the love. His brown eyes had always been such a window into what he was thinking, and after almost a year of knowing him, she could read those eyes so well. Similarly now, the look Solomon was giving her was so reminiscent of the one Sebastian had worn before she left with Poppy.

And as she tried to shake the thought from her head she could feel the hot and searing feeling against her shoulder as it knocked her to the ground. His corrupted magic stolen from other repositories swirling around her now blood dripping shoulder as she looked in horror, watching as the goblin shot ahead, striking Bragbor’s container on the walkway in front of them.

Pushing her now aching limbs she somehow managed to stand, hobbling towards the entrance in an effort to gain backup. There was no way she could fight Ranrok alone now that he had stolen the magic Isadora created.

“Run!” She tried to warn Solomon but it was too late. The goblin had already taken the magic as a bright flash filled the room. The eruption of the repository caused such a blinding light to fill her vision that she took a few moments to regain vision once more, watching in horror as now the transformed goblin swirled in the midst of the red and black magic.

Rubble began to fall around them as she heard an almost demonic voice yell “Goblin kind shall answer to no one” before he dived at the platform her and Solomon were on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Solomon’s body safely landing on the dirt ground as he covered his head with his hands. And then she felt it. The strong force of something large smacking into her chest, knocking the wind from her already damaged lungs as the contact was so intense she felt it in her bones. And then,

Air,

Weightlessness,

Falling.

She was falling, and doing so, fast

And yet, it was almost as if she could perceive it happening in slow motion. She could nearly count the times her body flipped ankles over her head as she passed the cliff she had once been standing upon. Her mind could fully make out the quickly approaching sharp jagged rocks that would ultimately claim her life when she inevitably smashed into them, for in the fall she had dropped the most important thing she owned: her wand.

“Arresto Momento!”

Suddenly suspended in the air, a few yards above the ground she looked back up to see Solomon leaning over the platform. Only his head and shoulders were visible as he looked down the massive cliffside at her body hovering several yards above the ground.

Even from far away she could see his eye still nearly swollen shut from where she had struck him in the infirmary, but his other one stared down at her wide, seemingly relieved he had caught her. He slowly continued to lower her to the ground safely as she closed her eyes and tried to think of how it was going to be best to proceed. Her wand had been lost and she doubted the keeper's wand would work in the same manner as a normal one. Now was certainly not the time to test it out.

Her body slowly being lowered to the ground halted at the same time she looked up. Before she had time to process what was happening, once again her body was free falling. Only briefly making out the bright red light coming through the man’s chest before her body violently collided with the ground below. As time slowed once more, she laid on the ground as she experienced the scream tearing from her throat as if she was a passerby. Yet, the intense throbbing in her bones reminded her that no, it was indeed her that was screaming, and it was her body that had fallen to the stones below.

And then, she had an up close viewing of Solomon Sallow’s body crashing to the ground next to her with the most sickening thud she had ever experienced to date. Bones snapping viciously in a manner similar to the way she had broken his nose in the infirmary, except this time it was his legs that created the noise, as they came to rest in opposite directions. And this time when the scream tore from her raw throat, it was in terror as she saw the mangled appearance of Sebastian’s guardian as he lay next to her.

His lifeless brown eyes were still open as she continued to scream while the cavern caved in around them both and the last of her remaining strength was used to hold up a forcefield as the rubble encased their bodies.

Sebastian could remember the first time he’d witnessed ancient magic. It had been in hogsmeade square during the troll attack. The static feeling that charged the air and made the hair on his neck stand up had only relieved itself when she tore lightning from the sky, reducing the troll to ash. His ears had rung for a few seconds as the clap of thunder she conjured had disoriented him while his rapidly blinking eyes had fixated themself on the girl, her newly acquired wand clutched in her hand.

Since then, he’d only seen her use that type of magic on occasion. Usually she tried to learn how to master it in small doses, using restraint as she aimed to learn to use it for productive purposes such as conjuration or healing instead of destructive like the first time he’d seen. Occasionally he’d see things in the room of requirement lifting in mid air as if she had used levioso, but the way she was doing it looked unnatural. Sometimes he’d witness a small flash of light before something like a quill emerge. But without her abilities it truly was hard to tell what was ancient magic and what was simply spells she had learned during the year.

And yet, he still had become acclimated to what it felt like to be around such magic, even if he couldn’t physically see it. Ever since christmas he had worn the cufflinks she’d gifted him, and he’d never tell her, but he always felt the slight thumping or hum coming off them every morning when he put them on his dress shirt. Usually a dull vibration, as if they were alive and full of swarming lacewing flies. But on those rare occasions she did use her magic in his presence they’d warm up, the tingling that lingered on the objects growing more intense, like they were alive and desperately trying to join the stream of magic she was using.

That had been the real reason he’d grabbed them when he changed in the room of requirement, threading them onto the sleeves of the dark outfit she’d woven for him. And now as he continued to try and find a way to enter the cavern he knew she was fighting that blasted goblin, he could feel them tingling more than he ever had.

Highwing continued to fly through the cavern as he searched for a possible opening. It dawned on him that the last time he had physically laid eyes on her was when she left with Poppy after class. And since that moment he’d experienced such a whirlwind. He had went to collect rings in order to secure their future, bought a very dismantled home to share some day and while riding the high of such a wonderful thing his world had collapsed. Arriving into feldcroft amidst a battle only to discover that not only was his whole family gone, but she hadn’t been seen.

And then when he finally did get back to the school Fig had roped him into dealing with the Keepers as he worried for her safety and Professor Sharp’s ability to save her. Only to return and be locked in with the other students knowing she’d only barely been patched up before going to fight Ranrok and the entire goblin armada. Unfortunately it seemed they had so often almost crossed paths in this entire mess of a situation and yet continued to fight their own battles separately.

In the chaos he also hadn’t had time to actually process what Poppy had told him. His Uncle. Solomon had known. And Even worse, the man had intended for him to take the curse over Anne. As Highwing continued to fly he really did wonder what his life would be like had he had endured the curse this whole time over his twin. Obviously he’d have struggled being back home with Solomon more than Anne, given their history. He wouldn’t have put it past the man to just leave him at St Mungos to rot alone.

Surely his love would still have come to Hogwarts and been sorted into Slytherin, but would she have befriended Anne? Would Anne still have brought her to visit a sick brother to cheer him up as he had done? And if she did, would the girl look at him with eyes of love or pity…

Despite the horrific events of the year, and the grim circumstances to which they so often found themselves in, he would not trade a thing in the world to see her tired smile as she finally drifted off to sleep leaving behind the massive weight upon her shoulders. He would not trade the fear of holding her bleeding body to his chest at Christmas if it meant losing the beautiful hands that moved through his dark hair when they were alone.

Even worse he realized he would rather have seen Anne continue to fight this curse than know the love of his life had died in that ashwinder camp.

Because if you asked Sebastian back in August what his main priority in life was, he easily would’ve answered finding a cure for his sister. But in the quest to find answers for Anne he discovered something beautiful. A kind of love he had never felt. A kind of love those who experience its warmth would die for. A kind of love that healed the deep wounds pressed upon his soul from the tragedies he’d known as a young boy. A kind of love that made the journey of all of Solomon’s abuse somehow worth it, for without it he might not have met her or held on so tightly.

Every event in his life seemingly now had a purpose, beyond just bringing him pain and torment. For without them, he never would have been in the right place, at the right time, with the right heart to love her. And more importantly, be loved by her.

With every crash he heard from the wall that separated them, he felt like that beautiful thing to which he found was slowly slipping away. It’s why despite feeling lightheaded as blood continued to stain the wonderful gift she’d made for him, running down his back as it poured out of his right shoulder, he didn’t hesitate. What man would he be if it didn’t do everything in his power to get to the one he loved? What deep sorrow and regret he would be cursed to anguish in if she died alone?

As he neared a waterfall, Highwing attempted to move away from the water stream and just as he passed its refreshing mist he felt a sharp shooting pain on his wrist. Quickly tried to separate the material of his shirt from his wrist despite the way his limp non dominant hand fell to his side. As Sebastian saw the skin underneath he could make out a small blister forming where the inside latch of his cufflinks had burned into his blood soaked skin and he tugged the hippogriff to turn around.

Reluctantly the creature flew close to the waterfall again and like before the metal heated to the point he could not stand it, casting glacius onto them in efforts to prevent further burning. As he looked ahead he tried to see through the waterfall but was unable due to its heavy stream.

“Highwing come on” he begged the creature, attempting to urge the proud beast through the stream and it put up a fight, letting out a noise he could only interpret as annoyance before flying through the stream. As they came through the water, and onto the other side Sebastian realized a cavern was hidden away by the waterfall. Highwing moved forward enough to set him down on the solid ground they’d discovered and he stroked her feathers kindly as he hopped off and walked forward.

“Lumos” he spoke as it echoed off the cave walls. And suddenly like discovering water in the desert he saw it: the rune symbol. To the right a torch became noticeable from the light his wand put off and he shouted confringo at it, before repeating the action on the other side of the symbol. Unlike the doors leading into Isadora’s workshop or even the map chamber this was simply just a simple hovering over a pile of rocks, as if some muggle attempt had been made to create a secondary entrance to the repository for emergencies.

“Highwing go find the others!” he shouted. If there was one thing he had learned this year, it was that beasts were so much more intelligent than wizards and witches gave them credit for. Because the hippogriff bowed her head at him before running and jumping through the waterfall’s stream once more as she left him.

Coming forward he began using simple charms to slowly dig the piled up stones from the entrance. As stones began to move one by one he grew weary, putting his wand away and reaching for the wall. Years of working for Solomon had taught him how to use his brute strength sometimes over magic to get things done quickly. Even this past yule when he’d repaired the stone fences in the yard by hand, he realized that sometimes the muggle way was more effective.

Groaning as he lifted his injured arm he began pushing stone after stone to the ground, frantically digging through the pileup as his arm continued to bleed and his hands started to sting from the cuts he was getting from the jagged edges cutting his palms.

Every new injury seemed dull in comparison to the way his heart continued to leap as he pushed aside another rock. He had to get through. He had to reach her. And the more stones pushed to the side the louder and louder things became on the other side of the wall. The blasting and crashing only intensified as he heard a very loud and dark voice call out “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child”.

Under normal circumstances such a voice would be bone chilling but to him it felt like a relief. It meant one thing: she was still alive.

For now.

As soon as the falling debris stopped she somehow mustered the strength to stand. Luckily having one last healing potion on her she was able to maintain a hold on the force field long enough to push the rubble away before downing the contents. It didn’t do much, nor did it return the air to her lungs, but it dulled the sting, which for now would have to be enough. Trying desperately to avert her eyes from Solomon’s body as ranrok’s newly transformed body flew about the space, she searched the ground for his wand. After moments of searching she stole a quick glance at his hand seeing he was still clutching it tightly. Gently she moved towards him, muttering a quick prayer to some god or entity despite the man’s malicious actions in life, before closing his eyes and ripping the wand from his grasp.

“Accio wand” she called out, not expecting much. Her wand likely was crushed in the fall, but when suddenly she felt its energy approaching, she was surprised to see it coming straight for her unharmed. Deciding to pocket Solomon’s for safe keeping to return to the Sallows she quickly looked for cover in case Ranrok came back to pick her off.

Rushing forward along the walkway as the space continued to be filled with the swirls of dark ancient magic she came to an opening, finally seeing ranrok in his new form as he perched at the end.

The anger of today, coming to a head as she pushed forward. How dare he attack the school? How dare he steal this magic? How dare he threaten the ones she loves?

Hurling ancient magic at him she watched in horror as he laughed, backing up as he taunted, “so much fire… so much spirit… I shall snuff that out” before shooting a large blast towards her without little time to duck for cover.

She would have to rethink exactly how to fight him this way. Suddenly she saw large force fields erupting nearby that reminisced the way she had fought the large pensive guards during the keeper trials. Hurling the freezing charm at it, she realized that it did in fact react similarly. If she was going to win this battle, she would need to stay moving and focus on those weak points until she could muster enough ancient magic to subdue him.

And then she remembered a moment in the room of requirement one day with Sebastian.

“So this corrupted magic, infused with pain, how do you think you can control it?” Sebastian asked her as he continued to take notes in a journal he’d been keeping on her magic.

“I’m not sure I even can… Isadora certainly couldn’t. That’s why she contacted Bragbor to build containers for it in the first place” she retorted as she continued to go over something she stole from San Bakaar’s tower on a second lap through. Her frustration with the keepers for remaining tight-lipped had her sneaking back into the tower, steering clear of the portrait, to raid his office. In it he found the man’s notes on the magic in the repositories.

“But isn’t Ranrok wielding it? Along with all the goblins? Surely you could find a way to do so, even if it’s simply a matter of protecting yourself from it” Sebastian countered as he glanced up. He knew that she likely wouldn’t see eye to eye with him on understanding the dark magic. The memories she spoke of being enough to discourage her from attempting to even entangle herself with that magic, but it didn’t stop him from being anxious. If she could control it, then perhaps if she faced the goblins she could turn the magic against them, or at the very least wield it enough to protect herself.

“I suppose in theory there is a way to control it. I am just nervous about what that could look like… Lodgok mentioned that all the goblins had been transformed by their attempts at using it. I am worried that if I allow myself to be influenced by it, that it may start to control me as well. Isadora’s journals end in madness. It’s easy to see she seemed to have been corrupted by it as well” she countered.

“Hmm…” he said and when she looked up she noticed that his eyes showed how truly far away his mind was. Nervous to ask the reasons why he broached the topic, she pushed that aside in favor of getting answers even if they made her anxious.

“You want me to heal Anne by wielding it don’t you?” she asked him with a defeated sigh, but when his eyes snapped back to hers and his brow furrowed almost angrily she regretted saying anything.

“What?” he asked in horror, frustration apparent in his tone as he spit the words out, laced with the venom he usually reserved for his uncle and no one else.

“I just thought… that’s why you were asking… it’s okay if that was your train of thought, I was just curious-” she began rambling, hoping she could take back the insination but it was too late. He was already furious at her.

“I am asking for you. You already told me what one of the memories showed - how it made a person devoid of emotions. I trust that. I trust you. I wouldn’t want that for my twin, even if it meant she wasn’t in pain. I wanted to know if you could wield it to protect yourself” he grumpily responded as she grew silent.

“Oh” she spoke quietly as she stared into her lap, eyes glazing over as she felt similarly to a scolding child by the authority in his voice, and the guilt of assuming the worst in him. He must’ve seen the tiny piling of tears in the corner of her eye because he put down his book and came directly in front of where she sat on the sofa, sitting on his knees in front of her and grabbing her hands from her lap.

“Hey” he spoke calmly and she didn’t respond so he spoke softer, gently squeezing her palms as she finally looked up. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sebastian spoke.

“I know. I didn’t mean to upset you either” she responded.

“I know. I just want to know all our options for keeping you safe. That’s my main priority” he told her as she looked down.

“What about Anne…?”

“What about her?” he asked in confusion.

“We only started down this journey to find a cure for her… I thought that was your priority” she explained.

Watching as his eyes absorbed her words he looked at her, opening his mouth, before closing it again to ponder his response. “It’s okay if that’s still your main goal-” she continued but he cut her off.

“Months ago, yes, that was my main priority. But now… my world has shifted. My goals have shifted. My loyalty and devotion have shifted” he spoke cooly as her eyebrow raised of its own accord in confusion.

“But Anne is your sister, your twin-” She went to counter and he shook his head.

“And you are my everything. Of course I want to heal Anne, but we will find a way to do so safely. The same way we will find a way to keep you safe if somehow Ranrok does get ahold of the last repository… but don’t think for a second that you aren’t important to me. That keeping you safe isn’t my main priority now” he told her.

Unsure how to respond she simply blinked rapidly. She wasn’t sure when she started crying fully, but when she felt the wetness on her cheeks he was already there, pulling her into his arms.

“I mean it… I love you… and I swear with all I have that I will do everything to keep you safe when the time comes…”

Remembering back to that day, she did wonder about his theory. They hadn’t had a chance to actually test it out given only a few days later she left with Poppy… and now she was in this head on. But perhaps Sebastian was correct. Maybe there was a way to control it. Maybe even purify it by removing the pain somehow, so that it would be useless to Ranrok. Unlike the keepers she had isadora’s research. Unlike Isadora she had the keeper's research. She also had such an intelligent man who had working theories.

Trying to recall the work he’d written out on one of the chalk boards, she tried to remember the way he had theorized perhaps using ancient magic instead of normal magic with a healing spell could cleanse the magic so to speak. Now was as good as any time to try such a theory out.

Stepping out from behind a rock she’d used for cover she used one of the healing spells on a sliver of the magic swirling around her, watching in awe as it turned blue again, the pain quickly moving towards ranrok as he absorbed purely the pain and yelled out angrily, “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child!”

Then she found herself lying face down in the stone a few feet away. Her head throbbing at the aggressive contact she’d made when he’d flung her through the air once more. She would be surprised if her skin wasn’t one large bruise at this point. The speed to which he retaliated by blasting her had been too quick to process but as she laid there trying to get up again she smiled as she realized that now she had a decent game plan. Sebastian Sallow was a genius and if she lived long enough to see him again she would delight in telling him so.

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Collateral 🗡️ 13: Merely offering to share what is mine

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 10.9k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ 🗡️ chapter warnings: gun range, description of handling and firing a gun, referring to someone's penis as "pathetic" and "little", use of the word "whore", the terror twins are really something, drinking and driving, complicated feelings, mention of noona kink, jk has nipple piercings, masturbation with a vibrator. 🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin! 🗡️ posted on feb. 2023 | read on ao3

If you slept a wink at all, you have no idea. By the time you concede to the light of the morning sun pouring into the bedroom, you feel exhausted and anxious, unsure of how to face the day ahead of you.

As you open your eyes, squinting from the intrusion of the light that shines through the wide-open blinds, you notice Yoongi's side of the bed is empty. There is no sound coming from the en suite, and when you turn, Namjoon's side is also barren.

You almost miss the light shining from the closet until you hear what sounds like it may be a muttered curse word in a deep drawl that could only come from Yoongi. Although you awaken with nervous energy, having Yoongi nearby settles you some, and you stretch your arms wide, knocking your knuckles against the wall as you let a nice, heavy yawn work its way through you.

"Darling?" Yoongi calls from the closet. "Are you awake?"

He appears wearing only black slacks, with a black garment hanging in his grasp, and you nearly ask him to pump the brakes on finishing getting dressed to join you under the comforter. You happen to only be wearing one of Namjoon's gigantic shirts, with nothing underneath.

But Yoongi says, "We have to leave for the range in about an hour," dashing all your hopes.

The sigh you let out is audible, and Yoongi cocks his head playfully to the side, giving you a look that a parent might give their child for being overly dramatic. But you firmly believe that being in the same room with the terror twins and live firearms is cause for dramatics, and you lift your eyebrows, challenging him.

Petulance aside, you want to bury your face against Yoongi’s skin, and you open your arms wide, wiggling your fingertips to beckon him close. Yoongi pulls his shirt on—a plain black tee that hugs his taut muscular frame tightly, making him look absolutely delicious—then he makes his way toward the bed as he delicately shoves the ends of the shirt into the waistline of his unbuttoned slacks.

"The range will be fun," Yoongi says, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

"Yeah, I bet it will be a blast."

You sit up fully and scoot toward the edge, staying partially under the warm comforter as you snake your feet out the end and stretch to wrap your shins around Yoongi's thighs. He chuckles and allows himself to be tugged forward and gently drapes his arms over your shoulders.

You whine, "I just don't see why they have to join us."

"Because they are the ideal pair to join us,” Yoongi responds calmly. “Taehyung has an absolutely perfect shot and is a great teacher. His handling of the weapon is second to none, myself included. And Jeongguk is still learning, but he is getting there. He tends to be a little shaky at first but quickly finds his target. Depending on how well you do today, learning from someone like Jeongguk could be beneficial to both of you. And, perhaps my ulterior motive is that I would like for you to get to know both of them a little better."

With a hum, you bury your face into Yoongi's neck, inhaling his sweet, familiar, autumn morning scent, and you groan.

"Jeongguk has never once said a nice thing to me and you want him to teach me how to fire a gun."

When Yoongi says nothing, you sit up straight and look him in the eye, saying, "A gun, Yoongi."

This makes him chuckle, and he pulls you close, which you concede to, dropping your face back to his soft skin.

"I know. I still remember when I told you that the two of you would likely never be friends. But the more I watch you acclimate to the environment here, the more I wonder if you two would be able to figure it all out. You have similar...upbringings...if you can call it that—" this makes you scoff, "—and the two of you have experienced many of the same things."

"But he's a mean little baby," you whine, sounding like a baby, yourself.

"He is," Yoongi says as he plants a kiss against your temple. "But he is my mean little baby. And so are you. And I want the two of you to get along."

"This got weird," you grumble, pulling away and attempting to sit back. There is a smile on your face, but the thought of Yoongi referring to both Jeongguk and yourself as his little babies, even as a joke, gives you the ick.

“I need real friends,” you complain playfully. “And a life outside this mansion. You and your family men are driving me insane”

“Ah, I was going to talk to you about this,” Yoongi says. “I got you a new cell phone, and I want you to use it to update social media profiles so that you appear alive to the outside world.”

“I have a phone already,” you grumble.

Yoongi hums. “And where is it, darling?”

Truth be told, you have no idea where it is. It could be in your bedroom, and it could be in the nightstand right beside you, for all you know. Everyone you have wanted to speak to for months have been under this roof.

“Hmm?” Yoongi urges, and you shrug. “Plus, this one is on my plan, it is paid for in full, and it is new. I have also taken the liberty of stocking it full of photographs from various vacations and I have dated the folders. Upload them periodically according to the dates provided, and throw in a selca from time to time.”

This feels like work, and you have grown quite accustomed to not having to bother with anything of the sort, making you pout as you ask, “But why?”

With a sigh, Yoongi slides his arms down, around your ribs, and rubs his palms over the expanse of your back.

“Because, darling, you will soon be a public figure. People are starting to notice you on my arm, and if this engagement is to be believed, then we need to appear together.”

Ah, yes. The engagement. If your stomach were not already a swirling pit of anxiety, it would become one at the reminder of that little arrangement.

"All of this coming from the man who removed the social media apps from my last phone," you grumble

Yoongi nibbles on his lip. "A cautionary step at the time."

"Because you kidnapped me."

Yoongi sighs; clearly this is still a sore spot—as it should be. Still, you do not wish to chide him for too long, now that you are making yourself comfortable in his home at your own pace, you want him to believe that you are settling in, so you swerve the topic ever so slightly.

“Are you telling me mafia bosses and their families have Instagram accounts?”

“Yes,” Yoongi responds with a chuckle, quickly lightening up. “You should see Namjoon’s feed. It is full of books and art. It’s very cute.”

“Alright, fine,” you concede with a playful smile. “I will keep up appearances if only to be Namjoon’s friend online, because that does sound very cute.”

As if being summoned, like the handsome demon he is, the bedroom doors open, and you twist to find Namjoon entering with a small wooden tray containing carafes of water and orange juice, and six empty glasses. Yoongi removes himself from your embrace and helps Namjoon with the tray, pulling legs from its underside so it can stand on the bed. Behind Namjoon, the chef enters with a larger tray, which is covered, and they unfold legs from that and set it on the bed, as well.

"I was planning to bring you breakfast in bed," Namjoon says with a dimpled smile, "but I see you are already awake."

"Awe," you croon as you shift around beneath the comforter, feeling affection burst and bloom in your ribcage, "the thought still counts. And I still have not technically left the bed."

Namjoon smiles shyly as he climbs onto the bed to situate the large tray in the center and the beverages beside it. You scoot carefully, doing your best not to uncover your legs as you move closer to the trays. When the chef lifts the covering from the breakfast, you find three plates of eggs benedict with asparagus and small servings of potatoes. The smell brings back the memory of Seokjin and Hoseok finding you yesterday morning to make a terrible proposal, and you wonder why.

"I have been craving this since Seokjin mentioned it yesterday morning," Namjoon says, passing out utensils wrapped in cloth napkins, sending a chill over you. You want to ask whether Seokjin had come into the house to eat before he spoke to you, and what he and Namjoon happened to talk about before that, but you are still on the fence about discussing that matter with Yoongi.

Instead, you shove the end of your napkin into the neck of your borrowed shirt and fan it over your chest before digging in. The sauce is a perfect balance of a classic Hollandaise with something added to it to make it slightly more tart, and everything is cooked to perfection.

The three of you eat in silence, save for hums of approval for the food. When Namjoon slides a glass of orange juice before you, you briefly consider how the addition of champagne would certainly help to calm your nerves. But then you remember that you are going to be handling a firearm, and decide that it is probably for the best that you do not drink alcohol.

"Are you joining us today, Namjoon?" you ask as you untuck the napkin and gently place it over your mostly empty plate.

"I will not be," Namjoon responds with a hint of a frown, and you frown in response. "I have some business to take care of. But perhaps I will join you next time."

"She will be just fine with the three of us," Yoongi insists, looking at you despite responding to Namjoon.

Namjoon's eyes flit from Yoongi to you as he says, "I have no doubt that she will be."

You wish you believed in their conviction.

You are unsure if you still have pants or leggings in your possession, being that you have only worn dresses, bathing suits, and borrowed clothing from the men since moving into the mansion. It takes a little digging on the side of your closet that holds all of your casual clothing, but, sure enough, you find a pair of black skinny jeans and a similar pair in grey. You could have sworn you owned a lot more than this prior to moving, but decide to leave the matter be; you can always have Namjoon buy you more.

At first, you hesitate to dress the same as the men, in all black, but as you hold the two garments up and rub your thumbs over the material, you find that the black pants are stretchier and a bit softer, so you opt for those. You drape the grey pair over the island before sliding your legs into the black, then push around hangers of shirts before landing on a black turtleneck that Namjoon suggested you wear. He warned you about the hot bullet shells flying from the gun and possibly hitting your skin, and recommended that you do not wear anything with even a hint of cleavage. You have taken his warning to heart.

Once dressed, you pull your hair back tightly, grab a pair of black boots, and head out into the mezzanine to find Yoongi scrolling on his phone. When he glances up and his lips tug into a soft smile, you feel butterflies take flight in your tummy. It is infuriating how quickly he melts your heart, especially knowing what kind of world he runs.

With the prospect of learning to shoot looming over your head, you worry about becoming more introduced to his lifestyle and seeing the darker side of things. Sure, you have lived in unsavory environments in the past, but can you handle it again? Will his soft smile, deep voice, and promises of love be enough?

"Looking like one of the team, darling," Yoongi says as he turns to you, sending a chill along your spine.

You hum in response and return a nervous, plastered smile. Of course, Yoongi picks up on your hesitancy and smiles fondly, holding open his arms to you. You step into his space and allow yourself to be swallowed by a hug, wrapping one arm around his ribs while you hold your boots in your other hand. Downstairs, the front door opens.

"They must be here," Yoongi mutters against your head. "Are you ready, darling?"

With a quiet sigh, you nod your head and hug Yoongi a little tighter before letting him go. Taehyung waltzes into view at the bottom of the stairs, standing impeccably straight with his chin up and his hands slid into the front pockets of his slacks, dressed in all black.

"Ready when you are, hyung," he says, then he turns on the balls of his socked feet and walks back toward the main hall.

"Shall we?" Yoongi asks, dropping his arms from around you and taking one of your hands.

Before you can respond, he escorts you down the stairs. With each step, your heart pounds a little harder—dizzying and persistent—and you do your best to steady your breathing. As long as Jeongguk can act somewhat civilized toward you, everything should be fine. But that feels like a tall order. In fact, you wonder if Jeongguk will be extra antagonizing with the additional thrill of you having a gun in your hand.

By the time you reach the main floor, Taehyung is halfway out the front door. Yoongi leads you through the main hall, past the empty couch, and to the entrance. You slide on the pair of black boots and leave them loosely tied, then wait for Yoongi to finish tying his black boots before stepping outside. Taehyung has a black sedan running, and Jeongguk is in the front passenger seat with his elbow crooked out the window.

You round the vehicle and sit behind Taehyung while Yoongi takes the seat behind Jeongguk, and off you go. It surprises you that there is no range at the mansion and you wonder if someone had mentioned one being there, or if it was something you had just imagined; it seems like the sort of thing they would want to have full access to and reign over.

Taehyung drives toward the city, staying on the outskirts near the warehouses that Namjoon had taken you to not too long ago. The memory of that place—of the men, of the weapons, of the stench of blood and piss, of the echoing crack of bone under metal—makes your stomach churn and you pull your gaze from outside to your hands fidgeting in your lap.

“Ready to learn how to run with the big dogs, buttercup?”

You almost do not register his voice, having sat in comfortable silence for so long, but when it clicks, you glance up to find Jeongguk has his head turned, half facing you, though his gaze remains fixed ahead. Taehyung meets your eye in the rearview mirror, and you return to watching out your window.

“Can’t wait,” you grumble, hating the idea of building a rapport of any kind with these men.

“You’re sure you can handle it?” Jeongguk continues, egging you on.

With a sigh, you roll your eyes and focus them on Jeongguk, who has partially turned around and is now watching you with an incredulous glare.

“Is this necessary?” you snap, tired of his childishness. “Can we just not bicker for once?”

With a shrug, Jeongguk turns ahead. “Just asking a question.”

Obviously, Jeongguk was not just asking a question. The tone paired with the condescending nickname was clearly intentional. But you do not feel like challenging him. You just need to get through the next hour or two.

Luckily, it is not long until Taehyung is pulling up to a large, unassuming brick building. He parks on the curb and exits the vehicle. As you get out, you join Taehyung on the sidewalk and wait for Yoongi and Jeongguk to round the sedan and join you. Although you have been doing your best to ignore Jeongguk, you meet his eye briefly and watch him check you out. The movement of his eyes falling down the expanse of your body and rising back up has warmth filling your cheeks, and you tear your eyes away, turning to the glass door of the building, which Taehyung has opened and is entering.

Yoongi catches up quickly to hold the door open after Taehyung and Jeongguk walk through, and you attempt to slow your steps just enough to not be too close to Jeongguk, which is hard when the two men before you come to an abrupt stop in front of a counter. An older man reading a newspaper stands once he notices he has customers, then he must realize who Taehyung and Jeongguk are because sits again.

With a nod of his chin, the man says, "Second floor is all yours, fellas," and goes back to what he was doing.

Taehyung bows his head and walks halfway through the space before hanging a right and exiting through a doorway. The store is full of various firearms, firearm accessories, and ammunition, and you glance around as you make your way through, feeling scratchy, worn carpet beneath your boots and picking up a bit of a musty smell. Not at all pleasant.

The doorway opens into a cement stairwell. Taehyung and Jeongguk take the lead heading up the stairs, and you follow behind. The sounds of footfalls against each step clomp loudly, and as you reach the top of the landing, your heart begins to pound heavily behind your ribs.

You are surprised by the large, open lounge area that you walk into. The walls have yellow wallpaper that is not too bright to be gaudy but not too dull to be unnoticeable. The carpeting is a dark green, and throughout the lounge are lighter, teal-green leather chairs that give the room a strange but inviting feel. To the left are televisions, which are currently off, and to the right is a large, mahogany bar top, which sits in front of a wall stacked with booze.

Taehyung and Jeongguk walk toward the bar and round the corner, and you hesitate to join them until Yoongi places a hand on the small of your back and holds his other hand out toward the bar as an invitation. The thought of drinking before shooting a gun does not fare well with you, and you shake your head.

"I would rather not."

Jeongguk walks to the far side of the bar, producing two small glasses, and Taehyung leans in close, towering over him as he reaches for a bottle on the highest shelf. Jeongguk cowers under Taehyung's presence—seems to shrink himself and go stiff while muttering something unintelligible—which shocks you; suddenly, you are fascinated to know more about their dynamic.

As soon as Taehyung has the unmarked bottle of caramel-colored liquid in hand and backs away to set it on the bar, Jeongguk seems to relax, letting out a breath and straightening his posture. You do not watch the rest of the scene, turning as Yoongi gently presses you in the direction of a door at the far end of the lounge, which you walk toward. The sounds of glasses clinking together and muffled voices muttering softly flit into your ears but you do your best to ignore them and focus only ahead.

The door opens into what you would expect from a shooting range. The dimly lit, mostly black space has a narrow area for shooters to occupy, with a long wooden counter that extends through the entire width of the place, divided by panes of glass, creating small booths for each person to stand at. On each booth is a pair of plastic safety goggles and a set of noise-muffling headphones.

Yoongi approaches the second booth and sets a small black duffle bag onto the counter. Then he grabs a target—a large grey sheet of paper with a somewhat life-size silhouette of a person's head and torso, making this experience feel all the more morbid—and he reaches up to clip the target onto a hanger above the booth. Then he uses a button to cause the target to move along a track, into a long, wide open space that makes up most of the range, for you to shoot. You join Yoongi in the booth and put the glasses on over your eyes, then slide the headphones over your ears.

"You have handled a gun before, I assume?" Yoongi asks as he unzips his bag and pulls out a black handgun.

"I have," you respond, voice coming out shakier than you hoped.

Yoongi grabs out a magazine full of bullets and shoves it into the handle of the gun, clicking it into place, then he opens his palms flat, presenting you with the weapon, and you hesitate before reaching with both hands to lift it. The weight of smaller weapons always surprises you at first, and you grip onto the handle tightly and point it away from both Yoongi and yourself as you instinctively turn your body forward, toward the target.

"Shall I go over safety rules?" He asks softly, and you nod your head and clear your throat, eyes unfocused on a spot of darkness before you.

"Always keep the weapon pointed away from yourself and other people. A downward angle is nice—" Yoongi steps behind you and gently engulfs your hands in both of his, pointing the weapon slightly downward, "—but in here, having it pointed into the range, toward the floor is wiser." Yoongi lifts your arms, aiming the weapon past the booth, into the shooting space.

"You also want to keep the safety on at all times, until you plan to shoot. Do you know what that is, darling?"

"The button on the side," you mutter, blinking heavily to make the dark scene before you come into clearer detail. Yoongi clicks the safety off, filling you with adrenaline.

"That is correct. And when you are ready to shoot, you put one hand onto the top of the gun and slide it back—" Yoongi guides one of your hands to the slide and pulls it, clicking it into place, "—and then you draw in a deep breath as you line up the sight—" Yoongi lifts your arms, pointing the gun toward the target, which you continue to steady until you have it aimed at the head, "—and as you slowly let your breath out, pull the trigger."

You take a breath and line up the sight with your left eye closed. The warmth of Yoongi's hands holding yours helps to calm some of your trepidation, and when his familiar scent enters your nose, you allow it to ease you into a slow exhale, followed by the press of your finger on the trigger.

The kickback surprises you, despite having fired a gun before, and you barely let your arms rest as you look at the target and find the hole just above the silhouette's head, to the right.

"Not bad at all, darling," Yoongi praises, releasing your hands and rubbing his palms up and down your arms and wrists.

You line up the shot once more and inhale deep, then pull the trigger on your exhale. This time, the hole is closer to the center of the target, just above its head.

"Excellent," Yoongi says, "once more."

Again, and again, and again, you line up the shot, inhale, and shoot—each time, coming closer to your desired target. Yoongi's hands remain lightly on your arms, but as you focus on the task, the touch fades to nothing more than a calming reminder of safety. When you pull the trigger to the sound of a hollow click, your breath hitches.

Slowly, you lower the gun, still pointing it toward the floor of the range, and Yoongi's hands return to yours. Your final two bullets managed to land dead in the center of the target's forehead, one slightly to the left of the other.

"Now, you are going to press this," Yoongi pushes your thumb down, grazing it over a small, rough square near the handle of the gun, "to release the clip."

The sound of the range door opening and deep male voices filling the space catch you off guard, and you are not ready for the magazine to fall out, despite pressing the release button. Yoongi quickly catches it with one hand while you watch it slide from the handle with a gasp, and he sets it aside on the counter, then pulls a new one from his duffle bag, placing it into your palm.

Although you do not turn to look at the men who crowd your space, you see Taehyung's tan arm come into view as he brings the target back to the booth and pulls it down from its clip. You are unsure why, but you find yourself holding your breath as he assesses your work, only letting it out quickly when he leaves your space for one of the booths beside you, muttering, "Not bad, buttercup."

When you turn to Yoongi, still gripping the gun in one hand, pointing out into the empty range, and the magazine in the other, he is studying your target with a smile. He turns, takes a few steps to a small table against the back wall, and places it down carefully. Then, he returns with a new target and hangs it above your head.

"Guide the magazine into the handle with your palm and give it a firm press to click it into place," Yoongi says as he sends your target out, to about the same distance that the first one was.

You do as Yoongi instructs, checking to make sure the bullets are facing the correct direction and sliding the clip into the handle. With a bit of force, you press the heel of your hand against it until it clicks. Yoongi takes your hand which holds the gun and angles it to check, then he rubs his hand up and down your arm and hums.

"You did great the first time. Let's see some more headshots."

This time, Yoongi does not hold onto your arms as you shoot, and you take a little longer lifting the gun to line it up. You also feel a wave of trepidation settle over you knowing that the others are able to see you perform. They have both sent targets out into the range, but neither has begun to fire, and you worry that their eyes are on you.

The first press of the trigger startles you, and you find yourself rocking back on your heels from the kickback. The weight is familiar, but without Yoongi's warm, firm body keeping you in place, you feel knocked off your axis. Without worrying about where that bullet landed, you line up your next shot and fire again, this time more prepared. And again, and again, until you begin to notice that the holes you are making are very close to where you want them to be.

One of the men to your right finally shoots, and the sound makes you jump. They do not, however, pause between shots, and soon the chorus of gunshot bursts settles over you and becomes comfortable. You empty your clip, release it from the handle, grab a fresh one from Yoongi, click it into place, and continue to fire at the same target.

With each press of the trigger, a flit of silver shoots to the left, hits the glass divider and falls to your feet at the same time a new hole appears in the paper target. It feels insignificant yet powerful—an explosion of energy cradled tightly in your hands. You want to bottle up this feeling, and yet, you also hope to never have to use this training out in the streets.

After the third and fourth magazines are spent, your arms are tired, and you switch on the safety lock and set the gun on the counter. Your hands feel a little stiff, and you stretch your fingers out and ball them into fists until they begin to feel a little looser. Yoongi brings in your target, the other men set their guns down, and everyone crowds your space once more.

On the target, most of the bullet holes are concentrated in the same area of the forehead, with the exception of a few along the top edge of its head, and one that is pretty close to the top, off to the right. Jeongguk, of course, points out only the stray hole.

"What is this?" he asks, shoving a finger into it.

"That is a bullet hole," you respond flatly, not in the mood to argue.

"But why is it so—"

You cut Jeongguk off, twisting on the balls of your feet to face him while pulling your headphones down from your ears to rest around your neck as you say, "Don't you have your own technique to improve upon?"

Jeongguk scoffs with a squint and keeps his gaze on you for a few more seconds before returning to his booth. The gun he has is much larger, and when he shoots, the bullets rain out much faster. It is also disorientingly loud, and you quickly move your headphones back over your ears.

"Why don't we watch the two of them shoot?" Yoongi suggests, and although you would rather eat hot bullet casings than watch Jeongguk do anything, you nod and mutter, "Sure."

Yoongi walks first to Jeongguk's booth to the right of Taehyung, and watches as he finishes emptying a clip on a target. He has managed to draw a nearly perfect straight line from the center of the target's head down to the bottom, where its naval might be. A few bullets near the top are a little to the right, but for the most part, they are pretty consistently centered.

"Jeongguk is always a little too hasty with the first shot or three, but he recovers quickly and stays very calm."

"Hasty might not be the right word," Taehyung drawls from your left, and you turn to find him meeting your gaze with a brow raised before looking at Jeongguk. "I think eager is more like it."

As Jeongguk brings his target back in and sets up another, you and Yoongi move to stand behind Taehyung. Although Taehyung also has a somewhat larger gun with a larger clip, he only holds it in one hand, arm extended, with his body angled slightly to the side. First, he shoots a hole on the left of the target's face, then one on the right, creating two eyes. And then, he starts a little below the left eye hole and shoots a smile across its face that curves down and up, just below the right eye hole. The sight gives you chills, and you find yourself instinctively taking a step back, away from him.

"Taehyung is perfect as ever," Yoongi praises, placing a hand on Taehyung's shoulder for a soft pat before guiding you with a hand on the small of your back to your booth.

You wonder how Taehyung learned to be such a good shot, but you also consider that the answer might scare you. Only an unhinged person would make such a display. Still, his aim is impressive.

Jeongguk empties another magazine into the target, then reels it in and pulls it from the hanger. You watch a soft smile tug on his lips as he studies his work, and for just a moment, he actually appears sweet—daresay a bit pretty. But then he turns to you, holds the target so that you can see it through the clear dividers, and snarls.

"This is how you empty a clip. You want to get every bullet into the head. Not above it."

Yoongi sighs and mutters a frustrated, "Jeongguk," but you speak up before he can say anything more.

"Why are you berating me on my first day at the range? How am I supposed to find that helpful?"

Jeongguk shrugs and steps out of his booth to set his target onto the table along the back wall, behind your booth.

He is too close for comfort as he says, "All I'm saying is, if you had been asked to use a gun to kill Seungri, you probably never would have succeeded."

With a huff of exasperation, you pull your headphones down from your ears and take a step into his space, tilting your head as you quietly ask, "What the fuck did you just say?"

"I'm just saying—"

You snarl and shape your fingers into a makeshift gun, poking roughly into Jeongguk's chest.

"If I had been tasked to shoot him with a gun, I still would have easily gotten him because I was close enough to have his pathetic little cock buried inside me."

Jeongguk's eyes widen before they become two sharp little daggers, and he takes a step forward, pressing your fingers harder into his chest and standing nearly close enough to bump his toes against yours. To your left, Taehyung continues to shoot.

"Do you have a problem with me?" you snap. "Because I don't know if you realize this, but I didn't ask to fucking be here, okay. So maybe cut me some slack and stop being such an asshole."

All Jeongguk does in response is chuckle, then takes a step back and returns to his booth with a new target. You drop your head back and stare at the black ceiling, willing yourself to evaporate into thin air and blow away. Of course, you have no such luck, and continue to bask in the frustration of having to remain in your corporeal form.

"You two bicker like children," Taehyung complains, tearing your gaze from the ceiling, back to him while he lifts his gun to release a spent magazine and set it aside. As he clicks a new one into place, he turns to you, lifting an eyebrow. "You two should fuck already and get it over with."

Anger and bile rise, and you feel yourself begin to shake. Jeongguk averts his eyes, first ripping his gaze from you to glare at the back of Taehyung's head, then he spins on the balls of his feet and faces ahead, staring out into the empty shooting range. All is so silent, you could hear a pin drop.

"What the fuck did you just say?" you ask through grit teeth, absolutely seething as your glare at Taehyung becomes increasingly pointed.

Yoongi's hand grazes you, rubbing from your shoulder blades down to the small of your back, and you tense beneath the touch. You expect him to say something to Taehyung—anything to defend your honor.

What you are not expecting Yoongi to say is, "Perhaps he is right."

Taehyung snickers, then turns back to his target, lifts his hand, and begins to shoot. The sound of bullets bursting from the gun is so loud—so unwelcoming and abrupt and disorienting. You turn sharply to Yoongi, neglecting to put your headphones back on despite how terrible the sound is, and you shove at his chest with both hands before you can stop yourself.

Although Yoongi is visibly surprised by your action, widening his mouth and eyes, he hardly moves, so when you take a step forward to push him again, you step on his toes, and he grabs onto your wrists, stopping your outburst in its motion.

"Darling," Yoongi mutters, just in time for Taehyung's magazine to empty.

"What the fuck, Yoongi?

Yoongi has the audacity to fucking chuckle, sending every nerve on edge as you attempt to shove him again despite both hands being restrained in his hold.

"All I'm saying is, it might help. He does have a noona kink; the two of you might have some fun."

"Is this all I am to you?" you challenge, yanking your hands from his hold and balling your fists at your sides. You are not willing to dignify the specifics of his statement with a response. "Am I just a whore to pass around to your men? Is that it?"

With a roll of his eyes, Yoongi shakes his head.

"You know it is not like that, darling."

"Don't fucking darling me."

Yoongi's mouth opens, but all he can manage is a smile. You are absolutely indignant, and he is merely amused.

"Fuck this," you mutter as you shove past Yoongi.

He makes a feeble attempt to grab your hand, and you swat him away, then you rip the headphones away from your neck and the glasses from your face, and throw them to the table along the back wall in a clatter. As soon as you throw the door to the lounge open, the brightness of the room hits you unpleasantly, paired with a musky scent of furniture and carpeting, and you ignore the onslaught of sensory overload and storm over to the bar.

The door to the range opens and closes, and you hear footprints softly approach from behind you. Expecting Yoongi, you ball your fists again and think of everything you want to say to him—every way you can think to tell him to fuck off. But Taehyung is the one who passes you by and rounds the bar.

"What'll it be, buttercup?"

You stop in your tracks, surprised to find it is he who has joined you. But you want a drink after putting up with all of these assholes, so you will yourself forward the last couple of feet, then you place your palms down on the bar.

"I don't care," you respond, feeling anger and sadness begin to overwhelm and build in your chest and throat. "Something strong."

Taehyung regards you, glancing from your face down to your hands, then he hums and spins.

"What?" you snap.

He turns his head to the side as if to say something to you, then returns to his task of finding a bottle, twinkling his fingers in front of rows of glass before reaching up to a scotch on the top shelf with a green and gold label.

"This is a good one," Taehyung responds, spinning to place the bottle down.

You stand and wait, staring at the bottle and watching as the details fade and lose focus. The sounds of empty glasses being set down pulls your gaze, and you lift your head and watch Taehyung's hands pour the two of you a drink.

"You are quite touchy," Taehyung finally says, softly. "Is it so insulting to insinuate you and Jeongguk would have chemistry if you stopped clawing at one another's throats?"

"I'm not just a plaything to pass around," you respond with a wobbly voice, feeling a strange but persistent urge to cry.

"I never insinuated as such."

"You—"

"You're already fucking both Yoongi and Namjoon," Taehyung says nonchalantly. "What's one more?"

With a deep sigh, you meet Taehyung's eyes. He is stern and earnest, showing not a single hint of sarcasm or playfulness.

"We're—" you struggle, unable to define what the three of you are actually doing; it has never had a label.

"Hmm?" Taehyung asks, resting his elbows against the bar, studying you.

"We're not just fucking. There's...something more."

For every second that passes under Taehyung's sharp, dark gaze, you find yourself becoming increasingly antsy. You glance down at the glasses of scotch and back up, hoping that he will break whatever thought he is having to finally pass you one of the drinks. But he stares silently a bit longer before a small smile creeps over his lips.

"So? Are you only capable of fucking people for whom you have feelings?"

"What?" you ask, thrown off by his question, "Well, no, but—"

"I suppose it is a common thing for some, and I do not mean any offense. I just wonder if it is possible to fuck for love and for lust, and not worry one way or another about having varying degrees of care and intention for each person you invite into your bed. Surely your feelings for Namjoon are different from those you have for Yoongi, for example?"

You straighten out and clear your throat, letting your eyes fall to the bar top—away from Taehyung's prying gaze.

Your voice comes out small as you ask, "Why are we talking about this?"

The door to the range opens, and you turn your head enough to notice two bodies clad in black exit and begin their approach. Taehyung busies himself with grabbing two more empty glasses.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" he has the audacity to ask, and you turn to watch as he pours scotch into one glass, and then the other. "I was merely offering to share what is mine."

"What—" you begin to ask, but a hand on the small of your back makes you gasp, and you turn to find Yoongi smiling softly as he wraps his arm around you.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Yoongi mutters with a kiss to your temple. "The maknae and I had a little chat."

You hum in response noncommittally, watching as Jeongguk rounds the bar and Taehyung lifts his arms to mutter something into Jeongguk's ear, gently caressing one of his shoulders as he speaks. Jeongguk appears tense but lets his eyelids fall closed as he listens, and you wonder once more if they are an item. Is that what Taehyung meant about offering what is his? You almost feel silly for assuming the two of them were just close friends.

The possessiveness in the language he uses to describe Jeongguk is not all that shocking, based on what little you know about them, but it makes the offer itself a bit surprising. And you wonder if every one of the family men are involved with one another. You wonder if Jimin, too, has been tangled with one or more of these men at some point. It might explain their bond, although what happens if there is jealousy? What kind of a rift could something like that cause?

"Earth to buttercup," Taehyung calls, pulling you from your thoughts.

You blink heavily, realize you had been staring at Taehyung's hand on Jeongguk's shoulder, and clear your throat.

"Sorry."

Taehyung slides a glass toward you, and the three men pick theirs up.

"To unexpected happenchance," Taehyung says, and you glance up to find his gaze once more piercing through you.

You lift your glass and tap it against Yoongi's and Taehyung's, then hover it in the air while those two pull away, giving you and Jeongguk room to meet in the middle. There is something soft but indiscernible in Jeongguk's gaze, and you hold it just enough to tap your drink against his, then turn to look away as you bring the cool, glass rim to your lips and allow the malty, semi-sweet scotch to warm you.

There is a palpable tension in the air that you wish you could squash as you slowly drink back the contents of your glass. You half expect one of the three men present to say something that will further put you on edge, and you stare ahead at the shelves of liquor for something you may want to distract yourself with. However, Yoongi picks up conversation about something unrelated, entirely.

"Seokjin tells me Kang is planning on switching sides. Jeongguk, has he mentioned this to you?"

"Our Busan contact?" Jeongguk asks with raised eyebrows. "He did not."

Yoongi hums. "Hyunjin overheard talks of Ryujin buying him out. He is planning to fuck with the next shipment of pills, so I want to make sure the cargo is rerouted, and that we take him out."

"And Hyunjin?" Taehyung asks with a curious lilt.

"Hyunjin will need to come home. He was one of a handful of men who were informed of this deal, which puts a target on his back. Seokjin is working with him to get his wife and daughter set up in either Australia or America, for the time being."

"And we will no longer have an inside man," Jeongguk grumbles.

Yoongi hums. "Unfortunately."

"Hyunjin?" you ask.

You think that, perhaps once in the past, his name has come up, but you cannot place who he is or whether you have met him.

"Hyunjin is one of our men who went to live with Ryujin several years ago," Yoongi explains. "He feeds us tips and insider information when he can, although lately, a lot has been happening between our families that he has not been made aware of in time."

"He works on Shin's drug running team, so most of his information is drug-related, anyway," Jeongguk interjects. "And apparently he has been let in on the fact that our connect in Busan, who receives shipments from nearby countries, has been bought by Shin to intercept some of our product. And now, because of this, we are going to have to pull him from their team and get him and his family out of Korea."

This is the most Jeongguk has said to you before, and without any childishness or insult, making you feel somewhat dazed as you nod, staring down into the remnants of your scotch before drinking it back. Despite being accustomed to the flavor, it is strong, and each sip hits you with a tiny, dizzying wave.

"Makes sense," you mutter into the empty glass.

Fingers pry the glass from your grip, and you are surprised to find it is Jeongguk who sets it onto the counter and begins to pour you another drink. Yoongi slowly draws circles into the small of your back with his fingertips, and you allow intoxication to gradually build and overcome you.

"I will call a meeting and we can discuss next steps," Yoongi continues. "We have plenty of time to intercept the boat. Perhaps we pursue striking a deal with the Songs in the south once more."

"I have been in conversation with Mingi, and he is receptive to the idea," Jeongguk says as he slides your glass back with several fingers of deep brown scotch. "Ever since our run in with Shin at Serendipity, I have been slowly working on pulling out of Busan, anyway."

"Thank you," you mutter softly for the refilled drink as you raise the glass between both hands.

"And Kang?" Taehyung asks as he lifts his glass to Jeongguk, who obliges and pours him more.

"Would you like to take care of him, Taehyungah?" Yoongi asks.

You glance up just as Taehyung lifts an eyebrow and grins widely.

"I would love to."

The ride back to the mansion is quiet. Everyone is drunk, including the driver, and you are too tired to care. You sit with your head slumped against the backrest of the seat, with your eyes closed against the late afternoon sun, while Yoongi hums a soft, quiet tune, and the two up front say nothing.

After the explosive nature of your visit at the range, it almost feels a bit unsettling for the four of you to be in near silence, and you find yourself almost wanting to say or do something to cause enough of a scene that there will be chaos once more. That, or you are just uncomfortable being left alone with your thoughts.

Curse Taehyung for even putting the thought in your mind. Curse Yoongi for cracking a joke about Jeongguk having a noona kink. Does this mean he would be pliant in your hands? Willing to bend to your will and do as you please? Jeongguk is attractive—an insane balance of pretty and handsome with sharp and soft features. Especially his lips. You hate the thought of those pretty, soft lips parting as he gasps and moans. Why did these men have to infect your brain with something so enticing?

"We're home," Yoongi mutters as he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, snapping you from your thoughts. You have been spacing out a lot lately, and your cheeks warm with embarrassment to be caught in another wave of imagination and wonder.

You unclick your seatbelt and sit up with a groan, feeling a heaviness in your limbs that has settled deep during the ride back. All three of the men exit, and Taehyung is the one to open your door and offer you a hand. Reluctantly, you place your palm in his and allow him to gently tug you out into the world.

"I was very impressed with your performance at the range today, buttercup."

"Th-thank you, Taehyung," you mutter, dropping your hand from his grasp and absentmindedly rubbing your palms down your torso, against your shirt.

"I was hoping the four of us could reconvene in the pool?" Taehyung suggests. "If you have nothing better to do, today?"

What on earth could you possibly have to do today? You literally have no life.

"That sounds fine," you respond sheepishly, turning to Yoongi, who has far too mischievous of a grin.

"Namjoon will join us," Yoongi announces, which just barely sets your nerves at ease. "Let's get dressed and meet everyone there?"

With a nod, you turn and allow yourself to be led to the front door with a warm palm against the small of your back. Namjoon must have heard you return, and he opens the door just as you approach. With a smile, he glances at the two of you, then to the two who approach from behind.

"I trust that one of you has shorts that might fit us?" Taehyung calls, and Namjoon chuckles.

"Mine may be too big, and Yoon's may be too small, but I'll see what I can find."

Taehyung hums, sounding too close to you for comfort as he says, "Gguk might look cute in one of buttercup's little floral suits, don't you think?"

Warmth rises quickly to your cheeks, and you widen your eyes at Namjoon, who steps aside, allowing you to enter the mansion and quickly remove your boots.

"Exploring humiliation kink, Ggukah?" you hear Namjoon ask as you run through the main hall, to the steps. This is not a conversation that you are eager to participate in.

Although you are exhausted and a bit disoriented from the heat of the mid-day and all of the booze in your blood, you sprint to the top floor and throw your bedroom door open, only stopping to catch your breath with the door sealed tightly shut behind you. Whatever has gotten into these men, it feels like it will only bring you more trouble, and you need to sort out your thoughts before you allow yourself to get too carried away. You need to devise a list of pros and cons to fucking your kind-of-boyfriend's youngest friend.

Jeongguk is handsome, has a great body, and has a noona kink. These are all items you would sort into pros. He is also an asshole who has never had one nice thing to say to you, and he tends to single you out a lot for the purpose of his own amusement. These are all items you would sort into cons. Except...maybe these traits would be fun to tame. Maybe punishing Jeongguk and making him cower to you is exactly what you want.

With a heavy sigh, you shake your head, eager to clear away these thoughts. You approach your walk-in closet and hear the sounds of several male voices coming up the stairs, you assume to change in Yoongi's room. Although you are not sure you want to entertain their silly suggestion, you pick out the retro suit with the frilly yellow top and floral bottom because you like the way each piece hugs your curves. And, rather than sliding into a sundress, you opt to simply wrap a towel around your hips and join the men like that. If they can dangle inappropriate suggestions in front of you as if it is nothing, then you can dangle yourself a little, too.

Rather than wait for the rest of the men to join, you leave your room and begin down the steps. Although Yoongi's bedroom door is wide open and inviting, you are not eager to find what may be waiting in that large walk-in closet of his. Are the four of them naked? Is this something they have done a lot over the years?

When you get outside, the first thing you notice is soft r&b playing over the speakers. The second thing you notice is that there is no bartender, but there are several bottles of champagne sitting in a row of buckets on the countertop, packed with ice. You roll your eyes and pad over to the other side of the pool, where there are sun beds under slotted wood awnings, giving hints of shade.

Namjoon is the first to join you, swerving to the bar to pick up a bucket and two glasses. The look on his face is nothing but trouble—wide eyes and a wider smile—and you hold firm, unimpressed eye contact as you lay back in one of the beds and cross your arms over your chest.

Namjoon sits on your chair, forcing you to move your outstretched leg, and you sit up and pluck one of the empty champagne flutes from his fingers, and steady the bucket on the bed beside your thigh.

"What?" you ask, raising your eyebrows in a challenge.

Namjoon shrugs.

"Can't I be happy to see you, sweetheart?"

"Is that why you set such a sexy mood and sent the staff home? Because you are happy to see me?"

The cork pops from the bottle of champagne, and Namjoon chuckles, muttering, "Precisely," as he begins to pour you a glass.

"I don't need more booze," you grumble petulantly, pulling the glass to your lips. "I need food."

Just then, Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jeongguk exit the mansion, all wearing the smallest black swim shorts you could possibly imagine—undoubtedly from Yoongi's collection. Why, oh why must all of Yoongi's family men have ripped abs and perfectly muscular thighs? Why must they all be drop-dead gorgeous and absolutely unhinged?

"Well," Namjoon says, incapable of biting back a smile as he waves his hand toward the men, saying, "feast your eyes on this spread!"

With a smack to his arm, you huff and mutter, "I fucking hate you," then you gulp back the entire fizzy, bittersweet contents of your glass.

"You do not," Namjoon pouts, sending your heart into a frenzy, and you roll your eyes and reach for the bottle of champagne, yanking it from his grip.

"I do not," you respond, unable to keep a small smile from creeping over your lips. "But whatever the four of you are up to, you had better stop."

"Why?" Namjoon asks, leaning a bit too close. "Afraid of having a little fun?"

All you can do is stare into those big, warm, brown eyes and attempt to hold your composure as the others join the two of you. Each man has brought with him a bucket of champagne and a glass flute, and you fear for your sanity, imagining the five of you consuming all four bottles.

The moment Jeongguk and Taehyung sit across from you, you feel emboldened enough by the alcohol to open your mouth. "Whatever it is that you guys are thinking, the answer is no."

Taehyung places his bucket onto the ground between his feet and lifts the bottle out, popping the cork off to the side, and regarding you with a lift of a brow.

"My, how could you possibly imagine what I might be thinking, buttercup?"

You swallow a lump as you pull your legs closer to hug them against your torso, and watch as Yoongi drapes himself over Namjoon's lap. There are too many strong, nearly naked men in your midst, and it is doing nothing for your mental well-being. Not to mention, Jeongguk has his nipples pierced—because of course he fucking does—and it is taking every ounce of your willpower not to look.

"Well, whatever it is that goes on up there," you say, lifting the hand that clutches onto your glass and pointing a finger out to Taehyung's head, "I do not trust it."

"A wise choice," Taehyung responds with a grin as he begins to fill a champagne flute and pass it to Jeongguk.

"As if I would want to, anyway," Jeongguk responds, and you look to find him glaring at you.

And you hate to admit that there is a part of you that wants to argue with him—to assure him that he could be so lucky to fuck you—but it is an irrational, unnecessary urge that you push down as best as you can.

Instead, all you say is, "Good."

"So you all had fun at the range?" Namjoon asks sweetly while you and Jeongguk continue to glare at one another.

You nod and sit back against the bed, which is tilted just enough to recline you some, but not lay you back completely.

"Our darling did a great job," Yoongi responds sweetly, "and Jeongguk's form has been improving significantly."

"And I am perfect as always," Taehyung helpfully supplies, making you scoff despite how correct he is.

Around you, conversation returns to the Kang man who they are planning to intercept and do...something with. You assume the goal is to kill him—possibly torture him for more information about what Ryujin might be planning. The sounds of the water sloshing against the walls of the pool and birds chirping from surrounding trees are enough to keep your focus off of what they are discussing too clearly. Frankly, you are not interested in hearing them plan an execution; this day has brought you enough stress.

You lift your flute only to find that it is empty and decide to remove yourself from the situation. The day is warm, the alcohol is making you restless, and you want to swim. Rather than walk between the men, you swing your legs out to the opposite side of the bed and avoid Yoongi's attempt at grasping you, slipping away from the beds and approaching the nearest diving board. You climb the three short steps and walk briskly to the end of it, then lift your arms over your head and dive forward, breaking the surface of the perfectly warm water with your hands and closing your eyes just in time to fully submerge.

It would be so nice to just stay beneath the surface—weightless and without a care in the world as the sun shimmers against the water, which appears to be a comforting teal thanks both to reflected sunshine, and the blue tiles that cover the floor and walls of the pool. Sadly, your body follows its natural buoyant trajectory and returns to the open air and bright, warm sun. The weather really is perfect for a swim.

A glance in the direction of the men shows Namjoon and Taehyung leaning forward, discussing something, while Yoongi and Jeongguk both have their eyes on you. Anxiety breaks your skin into goosebumps, and you hold your breath and return to the water, shutting everything else out as you attempt to gather your thoughts.

Your thoughts, however, are just a never-ending cycle of, "What the fuck is happening, what the fuck is happening, what the fuck—" which is the absolute opposite of helpful.

Because, as Yoongi mentioned, you and Jeongguk do have a lot in common. Would it really hurt to get to know him better? The way he was looking at you just a moment ago is at odds with the way he speaks to you; is his attitude simply a defense mechanism?

When you return to the surface, all four men watch you. Yoongi cracks a smile, and there is something unreadable in Taehyung's and Jeongguk's expressions. Namjoon stands, lifting Yoongi with him, then deposits the older onto the bed and approaches the edge of the pool, diving in with his body angled to you. You stand in place and watch his form approach, then decide to take a step back too late when he suddenly seems too close, only for him to wrap his arms around your legs and pull you under.

With a surprised yelp, you are drug underwater, and when you open your eyes, it is to find beautiful, sweet Namjoon smiling back, with his dark hair fanned out around his head, and bubbles pouring from his nose and mouth. He releases you from his grasp, and you push with your feet back to the surface, then playfully smack his tattooed chest as soon as he comes up for air.

Namjoon wraps you in his arms so fast, all you can do is allow your limbs to wrap around him. He is warm and comforting, and you nuzzle against his neck and allow him to carry you toward the deeper water, in the direction of the diving boards.

"I have you all to myself, and you're wet," Namjoon teases, "my favorite."

"Hmm, is that so? You prefer me alone?"

Namjoon seems surprised to be caught in his confession and clears his throat before eagerly correcting himself.

"Perhaps I don't prefer it, but it is nice from time to time."

"Ah, but we are not truly alone, are we?" you ask, glancing toward the men on the beds.

To your surprise, Yoongi is sitting on the edge of the pool, sinking his feet into the water before lowering himself all the way in, and the other two are difficult to clearly see. In fact, from his angle, it appears that Taehyung may be hovering over Jeongguk, who may be lying back against the bed—a sight that you avert your eyes from.

Yoongi wades out quickly in measured, wide strokes of his arms and legs, looking absolutely devastating with water dripping from his dark hair.

"The two of them need a little alone time," Yoongi says as he approaches, and although you are not eager to hear more, he tells you anyway. "All this talk about sharing got our maknae riled up."

"Well there should be no talk of sharing," you insist as Yoongi gets closer, wrapping his arms around you and Namjoon and hooking his chin over one of your outstretched arms.

"Are you sure, darling?"

"For one thing, he hates me," you respond.

Yoongi shrugs and says, "It's a front," and you feel at a loss for words.

"Jeongguk is just a brat," Namjoon unhelpfully supplies, painting so many pictures of taming him in your mind.

The sound of a distant slap of skin against skin, followed by a pitchy whimper echoes over the expanse of the pool, and you instantly feel antsy and begin to attempt to uncling from Namjoon's body. That sound had to have come from Jeongguk's lips, and it was far too enticing for you to listen for more.

"I have heard too much," you grumble when Namjoon continues to hold you tight, and you wiggle around, attempting to slip from his surprisingly firm grasp, considering you are both submerged in water.

"Taehyung is just putting him in his place a little," Yoongi says sweetly, rubbing a palm over the small of your back. "He is being punished for how he spoke to you earlier. The two of them will join us soon."

You continue to thrash, however, and Namjoon finally gives up his fight and releases you, causing you to sink all the way underwater before pushing the floor with your toes and returning for air. You swim backward, away from the two of them, who watch with amused smiles.

"You four have fun," you say, resolved to remove yourself from the situation before anything foolish happens. "I need to go...uh...shower...or something."

As you reach the steps of the pool, you realize your towel is back at the beds with the guys, and you glance around the space, relieved to find a bin near the doors that has a stack of folded towels inside. You scurry over quickly and grab one, rub it over your legs and feet hastily to dry them, and wrap it around your body before making your way into the mansion, up the stairs, and into your room.

Behind your locked bedroom door, you grab one of the small, waterproof vibrators that lives in a bin under your bed, and you make your way to the shower. And although you attempt to convince yourself that you are not this affected by the sound of Jeongguk's whimper, nor the sight of all four of those men in tiny little briefs as you peel away your bathing suit and stand under the warm stream of water with the buzzing toy pressed firmly against your clit, you know that there is absolutely no way of shutting out the myriad of thoughts that have overcome you.

In fact, the thought of Jeongguk whimpering while calling you noona might just be the death of you, yet.

I know you want me too Even though you're not mine You got that look in your eye

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nekioe · 3 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream and Punz celebrate Technoblade's failed execution

I dont really like this one much😔 I haven't had much time to write this week so its very short and ends very abruptly (cause i gave up)

I planned to do a tiny sketch as well but nuh uh

Anyway

“I can't believe that they actually got him.” It's the first thing Dream says when he storms into Punz tower. He's panting slightly, running a hand, shaky with adrenaline, through his hair.

“Oh yeah? Didn’t they like- threaten to kill his horse or something?” Punz shrugs. He tries to hide the relief at seeing Dream safely back at the tower again. Dream nods and lets out a nervous sigh. He’s pacing around the room and Punz can’t say he's sure whether it's because he's anxious or if he's just trying to get rid of some nervous energy. He decides (hopes) it's the latter one.

“Yeah…” he trails off, looking at the wall in front of him. He has stopped the pacing and is standing right beside the table Punz is sitting by, as if he was just about to sit down when his thoughts distracted him. Punz is about to ask what Dream’s thinking about when he shakes his head and continues. His voice is warmer and Punz can hear a smile in his voice. “Well, I got his horse back, he seemed relieved to see it again.”

“That's good. I think this went really well." Punz smiles. Dream takes off his mask and puts it on the table in front of him. finally sagging down in the chair with an exhausted sigh. Punz watches him, something sweet and warm filling his chest when he looks at his face. The trust between them, it feels nice. Something only for him.

“I think you did great.” He says after a short moment of hesitation. There's more he wants to say, but Dream likes keeping their relationship as professional, pushes anything that feels too friendly away, so he stays quiet.

Dream rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. It's so unnecessarily dramatic and so Dream that Punz can't help but smile.

“I barely did shit. You- you were the one jumping down there distracting everybody.”

“Okay, okay, I guess we both did pretty great then.”

“Sure.”

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djputin · 1 year

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i don’t know how to properly warn this, so forgive me. just know that this post is going to consist of me talking about an elderly family dog of mine.

...it’s been rough lately. we (that is, my dad, my sister, and myself) have already known that Molly was beginning to decline due to old age, but it wasn’t really until the past few months that it’s been... a lot more noticeable. and even more recently, i swear she’s beginning to lose what love she has left for life. she hasn’t given up yet, but she’s clearly suffering from her constant joint pain regardless of the pain meds regimen she’s on. She doesn’t even attempt to jump onto the loveseat anymore, now looking at it longingly before looking back to either myself or Dad (my sister moved out some odd months ago into her own place) with the most pitiful look on her face before laying down. As of the past week or so from what I’ve noticed, she’s begun noticeably hesitating as she began making motions to lay down, but ultimately committing to it after some shakiness in her legs.

Her joints are particularly bad due to her having torn both of her ACLs when she was younger due to being... not very bright, admittedly (she had a bad habit of digging holes in the yard. Being more active back then of course, she’d enjoy running around said yard, but she’d overextend one hind leg and tear its ACL in one of her holes, and then the second hind leg’s ACL would follow some time later under the same circumstances. So, she’s been dealing with arthritis fairly early on as a result. She didn’t let it bother her for the longest time, but old age tends to exacerbate issues that were much easier to ignore in youth.

her mind hasn’t completely gone yet. yeah, she’s barking and whining a lot more frequently but some of that can be attributed to her complete loss of hearing on top of her declining cognition due to advanced age. she’s still very much in control of her bowels and bladder, so there are no issues involving that, either. but she’s clearly got some confusion going on at some times. Yes, she has had a habit of training us to give her treats just so she’d stop being a nuisance (...mostly revolving around getting her inside from outside lol) but things have started to become different. Sure, she’ll still bark desperately at us like she needs to go to the bathroom RIGHT! FUCKING! NOW!!!! and then just do nothing, but instead of just standing around and looking at us before barking, she just kinda. steps out onto the stepping stone surrounding the back porch, looks back at us, then kinda looks around. she seems stuck in a way. For trips that she actually does have to go, she’s taking a lot longer than usual and sometimes we have to escort her into the yard to get her to actually do her business.

...I dunno. I’m grieving even though she’s not yet gone. she’s still there, that happy brat of a dog underneath the nonsense old age is making her go through, but from what i can tell, it looks like it’s getting harder and harder for her to summon it up as of late. Even with her more or less physically healthy, I find myself with anxious thoughts every now and then that at some point i’m going to end up finding her body or catching her in her death throes. i’m absolutely fucking terrified. but most importantly, i’m incredibly upset at how she seems to be trying to hide how much pain she might actually be in for our sake. she doesn’t have to hold on for us. it’s okay.

we just don’t want you to suffer anymore, baby. i’m hoping and praying for a peaceful final farewell for you, whether it’s due to your time naturally reaching its end or if we end up having to have a vet assist in ushering you into the loving arms of the caretakers on the other side of the rainbow bridge in order to make sure you suffer needlessly no longer. i love you. yes, even though you frustrate me to no end with your horrible high-pitched barking at times. you don’t deserve the pain and suffering it causes you. i just want you to be well and happy.

#esb's ramblings #esb gets personal #this is a long post of me largely just kinda... going off into tangents so buckle up///

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faeofheart · 3 years

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so I don’t record myself singing very often. it’s something i’m really awkward with, and since i don’t play any instrument well enough to play along, it usually means i’m singing with the original and it doesn’t usually go well for me. however, i like how i sound when i sing hozier, so i did a cover of arsonist’s lullaby, yknow, if you wanted to listen. or not. s’fine either way.

#🍀 | faeries come take me from this dull world ❞ ( ooc. )#im so fucking awwkard #please be kind to e #if you hear shakiness its cause i anxious

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 3 years

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Words: 1,623 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: sexuality, mentions and descriptions of childhood trauma and physical abuse, domestic abuse Summary: On a supply run, a thunderstorm hits and it seems to paralyze Y/N. Requested by: anon! thanks for this cute request, dearheart! I hope you love it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’re ya doin’?”

Daryl’s voice came from right behind you and was followed shortly after by his hands on your hips, so light they were almost floating over your curves.

“What’s it look like?” you asked, your hand still on the pull of the nearest cabinet. “Checking for any overlooked supplies.”

Daryl’s body pressed into yours and you were caught between him and the counter. You couldn’t help but smile and bite your bottom lip. “Can ya… maybe do that later?” he drawled. You felt his fingertips pressing into your hips more tightly and he leaned into you, breathing in the scent of your hair.

You laughed, reeling with tingles and goosebumps at his touch, your face flushing pink at this still new intimacy. “I suppose I can,” you said. You turned to face him and his expression was soft but needy. Another bloom of heat started in your chest and grew outwards. His hands drifted from your hips up to the curve of your waist and back down.

“Good.”

You licked your lips and then looped your arms around his neck. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Get me out here to ‘search for supplies’. Alone. No one else around. Total privacy.”

One corner of his mouth flicked upwards and he shrugged, his fingers tapping lightly on your hips. “Maybe.” You thought his ears and cheeks till turned a little red and you slipped your fingers into his hair. “Don’t ya think it’s about damn time we had some fuckin’ privacy?” He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. You let out a surprised gasp and then laughed gaily.

You chewed on your bottom lip briefly, loving the desirous look in his bright blue eyes. “Mhmmm. I can be as loud as I want,” you whispered with a smile.

He let out a sigh that had the edge of a growl to it and his hands drifted down from your hips, over your thighs to your knees and then back up, pressing against the denim of your jeans. He stepped in more closely to you and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, eliciting a sigh from you that you had no control over. You pulled him in against you more tightly, scooting right to the edge of the counter, his hips pressing against the inside of your legs.

Daryl pulled back just long enough to study your face and brush your hair out of your eyes before his lips crashed against yours, insistent and fiery.

You were sinking into him, getting lost in his touch, biting his bottom lip because you knew it drove him crazy, when a sudden crack of thunder and flash of white-hot lightning burned at the edges of the covered windows. You jumped and then froze still as stone. Daryl felt your body go rigid beneath his hands.

He pulled back, his arms wrapping lightly around your lower back. You had a wide-eyed, stunned look on your face. “S’just a storm. S’alright,” he drawled.

But his words seemed to have almost no effect on you. You certainly didn’t look relieved.

“Y/N. Hey. Ya alright?”

You blinked a few times like you were trying to clear something out of your head. Your chest was heaving with anxious breaths, your heart whirring in your chest and making you feel a little light-headed.

Daryl clasped your face gently in one hand. “Y/N.” You finally met his eyes and felt some sense of relief at the weight of him against you. It was grounding when you were worried about plummeting into that dark abyss, standing on a precipice barely wide enough for your feet.

Another growling roll of thunder and a loud crack, magnesium white lightning finding its way in around the curtains. Daryl felt you start shaking beneath his hands and his brow furrowed more deeply. “Hey. S’goin’ on?”

You gulped at the constriction in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut. I’m okay. I’m okay. Just bad memories. I’m okay. A flashback was looming over you, ready to consume you at any moment. But suddenly Daryl had lifted you into his arms and you clutched onto him tightly. His brow was wrinkled with concern and without a word he carried you to the makeshift bed the two of you had laid out on the floor in the other room, layers of blankets and bedding. He set you down gently and your fingers stayed clutching onto his vest, holding on to keep yourself rooted in the here and now.

His hands didn’t leave you, and you were grateful for that. You met his blue eyes as he smoothed your hair. You felt tears welling up, blurring your vision and you drew in a shaky breath before collapsing against his chest, breathing in his smell, feeling his warmth. His hands smoothed up and down your back gently.

“S’alright,” he murmured, and you could hear it echoing in his chest. After some time of just holding you, he finally spoke again. “I remember—when we were on the road—the storm… ya were,” he shook his head vaguely, “but I thought it was just ‘cause it was so bad and all we had was a damn barn to keep us outta it. But it’s more than that, hmm?”

You straightened up and he was studying your expression, waiting patiently in case you wanted to speak. You had to steel yourself to drag it up. You’d always done your best to keep it buried, carrying a shovel around slung over your shoulder in case you needed it at a moment’s notice. But this was Daryl. And you could tell him. And maybe if you spoke it, it would lessen the burden.

You smoothed a hand down his chest and blinked away the tears stinging your eyes. “I was afraid of storms when I was a kid. My stepdad—he—he said I was too old to be afraid of them and that it wasn’t right for me to come running for my mom in the middle of the night.” You wet your lips and cleared your throat, fighting the tightness that was threatening to strangle your voice. Another roll of thunder sounded outside and you flinched. Daryl’s hand smoothed up and down your back. “Whenever it stormed, I tried to stay in bed—I really did but I just—I would panic. My stepdad would be furious when I ran into their room, waking them up… I just wanted to be with my mom. But he—he said I needed to ‘get over it’ and ‘face my fears’.” You had to stop for a moment and triy to slow your breathing and bounding heart. You’d never told anyone, except a therapist, what you were about to tell him. “We had a shed in the backyard, and when it stormed, when I came running for my mom, he’d discipline me.” A tear escaped your eyes and you hastily wiped it away. “And then he’d drag me into the backyard and throw me in the shed. He locked me in there until it was over. Just—in the dark with the lightning and—the whole time I always thought the shed was going to come down around me.” You sniffled and wiped away a few more tears that had leaked out. The sound of rain was no steady on the roof.

“Yer mom didn’t—”

“She couldn’t,” you interrupted him, shaking your head sadly. “He had total control over her. Beat her black and blue sometimes. She wasn’t in a place to do anything for me…”

Thunder cracked again outside and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, wiping away more tears with a shaky hand. Daryl moved closer to you and you sat down in front of him and leaned back so you could feel the expansion of his lungs, his body against yours. He draped his arms around you.

“How old were ya?” he asked quietly. You found his deep voice, the rough grit to it, soothing.

“Seven. When it started.”

Daryl was silent for a long time, struggling with some of his own memories that your story was bringing to the surface, but he finally heaved a heavy sigh and his fingertips trailed up your bare arms lightly. “Ya shoulda never had to go through that. ‘M sorry.”

You turned to look up at him over your shoulder and smiled sadly. “It’s not your fault. But thank you.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You leaned back against him more heavily and he wrapped his arms around you tight. The two of you waited out the storm that way. You didn’t know how long it took, but being in his arms seemed to speed it past.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” you said at length.

Daryl’s heart ached and he tangled his fingers into your hair, chewing on his bottom lip. “Thanks fer trustin’ me.”

You hadn’t been officially together with him for long, but you had already fallen hard. He was your escape. “I trust you with my whole heart, Daryl.”

Daryl felt his cheeks flush with heat. “Not sure I deserve that.”

You turned and clasped his face gently, a sad look on your face. “You do. That, and a lot more.” You pressed your lips to his and melted into each other, passing the night wrapped in the feeling of realizing that you’ve found home in another person.

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Bulls in the Bronx

(So…. long story short, I’m now a hucow simp. Thanks a lot @/biskywrites and @/dark-side-blog2 for making me this way (ﾉД`) lol, all jokes aside, I wanna suck some tiddy milk from a buff man ;)) Anyways, this is Yandere Hucow(Hubull?) Bokuto x Fem Reader ;0 This fic allows me to flex my farming knowledge lol, bc my grandparents owned ponies and dogs.

TW: !Noncon!, !dubcon!, creampie!, he hits you twice!, somnophilia!, predator vs prey?, manipulation!, cumflation!, breeding kink!, size kink!, ur a farmhand!, lactation!, tiddie sucking!, Asshole farmer Ushi, etc..

Please don’t proceed if any of the above are triggering! Also, sorry if Bokuto is too OOC lol)

“Bokuto got into the lackweed again,” You can’t suppress the laugh that explodes from your mouth. The idea of the biggest hucow (hubull??) on the ranch freaking out (again), because he’s now dripping milk is hilarious.

“Where on Earth does he keep finding those damn weeds?” The other farmhand laughs as well, stooping down to fill two buckets with water.

“I think those grass seeds were cross contaminated, the other hucows also started to lactate a lot more than usual. But, it’s kinda funny that our best breeder is dripping like a heifer,” Chuckling in acknowledgement, you can’t help but feel a pang of pity. Poor Bo, he’s probably really self conscious at the moment.

“Maybe I should go check on him-” Your coworker almost drops the bucket she’s filling, looking up at you as if you just grew three heads.

“Why would you do that? Did you forget that he’s going in rut soon?” Frowning, you glance down at the floor in mild shame.

“Well, yes, but he isn’t supposed to start until next week! Plus, I’m not ovulating right now, so I won’t trigger him,” The other girl thinks for a moment, before nodding slowly.

“I suppose it’d be fine. If anything, he may calm down if his favourite handler is there,” Nodding, you grab two buckets from the shelf beside you. Squatting down next to your coworker, you place a bucket underneath a faucet, turning the circular handle to the left. A gush of cool water rushes out, quickly filling the plastic pail. Quickly switching it out for the empty one, you wait a few more moments, before turning off the rushing water. Grabbing the handles of the buckets, you lift them whilst standing to your feet, using your legs instead of your back.

Nodding towards the other girl, you bid her farewell. Turning on your heel, you tromp towards the bull pens. The large red barn is quite a far distance from the shed you were once in, causing you to break out in a light sweat. It doesn’t help that it’s mid spring, causing the farm to be quite warm.

Setting the buckets down on the dirt ground, you wipe your brow with the back of your hand. Huffing out a deep breath, you quickly move the concrete slab keeping the barn closed away from the sliding door, before shoving it open. The sound of the cowbell on the red and white door handle on the inside clinks noisily, queuing a symphony of deep ‘moos.’

Picking up the buckets with bent knees, you hurry inside, relishing the feeling of the barn’s fans on your sweaty skin, “Hey guys, is the barn cool enough for you?” Grumbles and shifting of large bodies are all you get in response, causing you to laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gunning it for a certain grey haired bull’s stall, a bright smile makes its way onto your face, “Hey, Koutarou, how’re you feeling?”

He’s currently laying on his bed of compact hay, tears sliding down his handsome face. His cute ears are droopy, his bell earring not jingling with life like normal. His tears drip between his septum piercing, and drop onto his well defined abdomen, “Not good, (Your Name).”

With a small gasp, you set down the pails rather harshly, some of the cool liquid sloshing onto the wooden floor. Hurrying towards him, you sit on the prickly ‘mattress,’ “What’s wrong? I heard that you’re lac-” A small sob leaves his lips at your words, causing you to grab his hand reassuringly, “Are the other guys making fun of you? I can go yell at them if you’d like!”

The buff bull-man sits up, one arm covering his chest self-consciously, “No! They’re not being mean,” He grips your hand almost to the point that it’s painful, “I-it’s just… my chest hurts, real bad.”

Nodding in understanding, you motion towards his covered pecs, “Let me see, Bubs. I’ll see what I can do.”

His face flushes bright red, “But it’s embarrassing!” You shush him sweetly, releasing his hand to coax his arm away from his chest.

“It’s okay, I won’t make fun of you! I just wanna help you,” After a moment of hesitance, he obeys, revealing his swollen, red nipples.

The area around his nipples is raised as well, showing just how much his milk is backed up.

Eyes softening even more, you delicately rub both pecs, “You’re alright, Bubs. This happens to the cows sometimes when we don’t milk them as much as we need to. If you’d like, I can go find a pump!”

“No! I don’t wanna pump!” You jump slightly, and move away from him, only for his hands to trap your own to his chest. More tears gather in his eyes, as he becomes distraught, “I don’t want my milk to go to waste!”

Taken aback, you nod, although you don’t understand his reasoning, “Kou, why’re you acting like this? You know we don’t get rid of milk, we sell your guys’ milk at the market.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to sell it. I want you to drink it,” The look of shock on your face is mistaken as disgust, causing him to cry even more, “Do you think I’m weird? Why do you look like that?” Seeing the bull act so sensitive is adorable, but you feel as though you have to comfort him.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m not weirded out, I’m just surprised. I’ll go get a bucket-”

“No bucket!” Sighing at his weird behaviour, you cock an eyebrow at him.

“Then how am I supposed to collect it?” A big grin crosses his teary face.

“Drink from me! I promise I’ll be good!” Shifting in discomfort, an anxious sweat starts to form on your brow.

“Ahaha, that’s funny, Kou. You know I can’t do that,” More tears well up in his eyes, squeezing your heart painfully, “Don’t look at me like that, Bubs. I don’t think your owner would like me getting so close-”

“I don’t mind,” Ushijima’s voice booms throughout the barn, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with the large male, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, “As long as my star bull is happy, I’m happy.”

Kou releases your hands, only to grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “See! He doesn’t care! Please, (Nickname), please help me! My udders hurt so bad!”

With Ushijima’s eyes on you, and Koutarou’s sad and pain filled face, you finally relent, “Okay, okay! Don’t freak out, Bubs, I’ll help. You just gotta let me go.”

He releases you quickly, before shoving your head towards his chest. The jingling of his earring is heard, telling you that his ears are no longer pressed down on the top of his head. You hear heavy footsteps walk away from his stall, probably gathering the bulls to let them graze outside.

You try to push away from where your head is being smushed, but the bull gives you no leeway, “Why aren’t you drinking?” The male practically whines, as you whack his shoulder lightly.

“I’m being smothered in between your tiddies, Kou,” You chuckle in slight discomfort, but he finally allows you up. Moving towards his most swollen nipple (the left one), you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, causing a small stream of milk to come streaming out.

A small moan leaves the large man’s lips, as he shoves you once again face first into his chest, “Don’t tease, (Nickname), I feel like I’m dying!” A flash of empathy goes through your heart.

Removing your hand from his nipple, you take a deep breath, and latch yourself onto him.Your chapstick covered lips are soft against his sensitive skin, causing him to keen. When you suckle, a tidal wave of milk bursts into your mouth. Luckily, it doesn’t taste very bad; his milk tastes like vanilla, causing you start to slurp it up like a babe.

Your one hand kneads his other pec to soothe him, “Fu-fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” You don’t bother trying to say anything, instead, you just suck harder. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his tit that you’re currently nursing on, causing him to pump out more of his yummy milk.

After a few long moments, you release his nipple. A drop of milk trickles down your chin, which the large bull laughs at. A thick finger wipes off the excess, pushing itself into your mouth. A tender look is in the grey haired man’s eyes, as he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you, pretty girl. Can you do the other one, please?” Now that he’s no longer in a painfilled state, he’s back to his normal, boyish self. Nodding, you lick your lips, before latching on to his other nipple. He barely chokes back a moan, his hand gripping the back of your head.

You suck as hard as you can without hurting him, pretending his nipple was a straw to a thick ass milkshake. Between your massaging and sucking, his teat no longer feels as painful as it once did.

Pulling away, you give him a wry smile, “There, all better. Well, I should pour your water into your trough now,” Standing up with wobbly legs, you move towards the filled buckets. Picking them up one by one, you pour it in with unsteady hands. Why are you so shaky right now? “Well, I should get going now. I hope you feel better later,” You try to walk out of his stall, only to be yanked back into Bokuto’s lap. Both empty pails fall to the ground unceremoniously, clattering loudly through the empty barn.

“Don’t leave me, Lovely, I need you,” His warm skin against yours feels nice, and you suddenly feel sleepy.

“Kou, I’m tired. I think-I think I’m gonna take a nap,” He runs his fingers (through your hair/over your scalp), tantalising you into drifting off.

“That’s alright, (Nickname), I’ll watch after you,” With a muffled ‘Mhm,’ you fall into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, you woke to your body shaking. Brow furrowing, you blearily open your eyes, only to see a tuft of grey hair in between your bent, spread legs.

His long tongue is currently fucking in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Ku-Kou? Wha-“ He looks up immediately, a look of shock on his strong features.

“I-It’s Not what it looks like! I-I just wanted a taste!” You groggily push at his head, catching his ears slightly, causing a small jingling to sound throughout the empty barn.

“You didn’t ask, why, why are you-“ He grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle with a slobbering kiss.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Let me make you feel good! You taste so good,” You yank your hand back, trying to kick off the hand that currently wrapped around your right thigh.

“Get off of me! Bokuto, you-you’re doing this without my consent! I thought we were friends!” You shout, pushing at his face harshly. He grabs one of your hands, trying to kiss it, only for your other to clap him upside the face harshly, “Don’t! You’ve already done enough.”

Kicking him away (even though he’s much larger and stronger than you, meaning he just moved away), you stand to your feet, pulling back up your halfway down jeans and panties.

Snatching up the buckets previously discarded, you don’t even shoot the crying bull a glance, just turning on your heel, and stomping away.

Tears of your own drip down your face, humiliation and betrayal weighing down your aching heart.

Forcefully sliding open the barn doors, you run from it, catching the eye of a certain green haired farmer.

It seems Bokuto fucked up.

But that’s okay, when he goes into rut, there’ll be nothing keeping him from breeding you full of his massive calves.

You avoided the bull barn like the plague for the next week. The hucows are very pleasant company. They treat you as if you’re their young, making you feel well loved.

That is, until Hachi asked you why you’ve been avoiding Bokuto. She’d told you that he hasn’t acted the same, in fact, he’s acted depressed and withdrawn.

Since then, you’ve stuck with aquatic life. The fish, swans, and ducks don’t give you that much trouble.

But, when you come back from the pond and fish pools, the farm is ensued with panic. Apparently, Bokuto’s finally gone into rut.

And, unfortunately for you, he’s on the prowl for you.

So, when your coworker runs up to you, begging for you to calm him, you turn on your heel, and start walking back towards the pond. They can figure this out themselves, you’re not going to sacrifice yourself to someone who tried to take advantage of you.

Sadly, that doesn’t work out.

You’re immediately stopped by Ushijima, his broad form blocking you from advancing forward, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arms are crossed, an angry scowl on his usually handsome features.

“I forgot something at the pond,” You lie, smoothly, “I’m going to go grab it real quick-”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” His strong voice booms, “What you’re going to do, is march yourself into the barn, and make my prized bull happy.”

Your own scowl forms on your pretty face, “I will do nothing of the sort. Interspecies sex is illegal! You can fire me for all I care, I’m not going in there!” You try to move around his large form, only to be manhandled into a chokehold.

His left arm is wrapped around your neck, your back to his chest, and your face being held in a large hand, “Interspecies sex is legal when a human and hybrid are mates,” He hisses through gritted teeth, and you struggle in his hold, “If you don’t go in there, I’ll drag you in.”

“Fuck you,” You spit, “I’ll fucking castrate you!” You kick backwards, landing a solid hit on the large man’s groin. With a loud yell, you’re let go, allowing you to run towards the farm’s parking area. Pulling your truck’s keys from your pocket, you haul ass, not bothering to look behind you.

The barns and sheds fly past you, as you run through the open field leading to the car park. You suddenly hear loud footsteps follow after you, and you assume that it’s Ushijima, that is, until you hear them, “(Nickname)! (Nickname), where are you going? Why are you running away from me?” Bokuto’s voice rings out at top volume, hurting your ears. His voice a lot more gravely than before, and without looking at him, you know that he most likely looks crazed.

You don’t respond, trying to pick up the pace. You click the unlock button one time, only unlocking the driver’s side door. Because you had a head start, you cleared the field in less than three seconds, allowing you to hop into your truck, and lock the doors. Shoving the key into the ignition, all whilst buckling your seatbelt, you press on the brake, and turn it, only to hear the spluttering of your failing ignition, “Come on! Don’t do this-” Bokuto slams into the driver’s side door at top speed, rocking your large vehicle harshly. His hands and face are pressed against the window, his expression looking like that of a kicked puppy. You then notice the fact that the buff male is completely naked, his impossibly large cock bobbing against his toned stomach.

“Why are you trying to leave? I need you so badly, pretty-pretty. Why don’t you open the door, and we can figure this out? I promise I’ll make you feel good, after all, us bulls pride ourselves in taking care of our mates,” You cringe in disgust, not bothering to answer him. Instead, you continue to fiddle with your ignition, muttering expletives under your breath. His large hands start to beat on your driver-side window, trying to gain your attention, “(Nickname), come out already! Ushi already cut your fuel line, so you’re not going anywhere! Come on, I just wanna make you feel good-”

It was your turn to cut him off, “Shut up! We aren’t friends anymore, Bokuto, much less lovers! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’m sure many of the cows would love to help you through your rut, why can’t you just ask them?” Tears of frustration dot your eyelashes, as you pop open your glove box and search for your phone. Catching sight of the black cased (phone type), you snatch it from its confines with a loud ‘Aha,’ “Don’t make me call the Farmer’s Union, Bokuto. I’ll report you and Ushijima for-”

“You won’t! You love me too much!” His frantic words raise in volume, as he hit the glass even harder than before, “You wouldn’t put me down! Come on, (Nickname), why won’t you call me ‘Bubs’ anymore? I love you!” You swipe open your phone, and go to the contacts. Pulling up the Farmer’s Union phone number, you go to press ‘call,’ only for the shattering of glass to halt you.

You scream in both fear and shock, throwing up your hands to protect your face. This, in turn, causes you to drop your phone. In this time, Bokuto is able to grab you by your arms, and drag you towards the broken window. Your seatbelt keeps you in place, causing him to pull you even harder, and making you scream in pain.

You use your arm to whack his against the broken glass on your truck’s window area. He releases you in a moment of pain, allowing you to unbuckle yourself, and throw yourself to the passenger side. Once there, you unlock the door, and bolt towards the road.

“(Your Name), come back here! Stop being so difficult!” You pay him no mind, a few meters away from the busy road. Noticing a car speeding towards the area you’re running to, you push yourself even harder, trying to throw yourself into the road. Unfortunately, you’re grabbed by two buff arms that encircle your waist. They use all of their strength to smash you into their chest from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, “Are you crazy? You could’ve been hurt!” You thrash and try to bite at him, causing Bokuto to backhand you across the face, “Now look what you made me do! If you’d been good, I wouldn’t have had to do that!”

To be completely honest, you’re in shock. Bokuto has never raised a hand at you, and that slap wasn’t a warning tap. No, that was him using a good majority of his strength, causing your cheek to throb painfully.

You continue to thrash and curse after freezing for a moment, drawing the eyes of concerned coworkers, “Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Put me down!” You try to kick him in the junk, only to kick him on the inside of his thigh. In retaliation, he backhands you again, this time on the other cheek. Gasps and whispers are heard from those around you, drawing the large hucow’s eyes.

“There’s nothing to see here, guys! Just my mate making a scene,” He shakes you a bit to shut you up, causing you to become disoriented. The farmhands and other hybrids look like they’re about to step in, only for Ushijima himself to show up.

“What Bokuto said is correct,” His harsh gaze is on you, his hand gripping his dick, “She’s just making a scene. Let them through.”

They reluctantly go back to their business, as Koutarou guns it to the empty bull barn. Ushijima only watches as you’re dragged to the large building, as tears drip down your face in fear, and his fist at his side clenches in fury.

Stomping into the barn, Bokuto makes quick work of getting to his stall. Once inside, he tosses you on the hay mattress, and straddles your waist. With pawing hands, he rips your t-shirt and jeans off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear, along with your boots and socks. Yanking off your boots, be tossed them out of his ‘room,’ as you try to throw punches at his muscular chest. He grunts, but doesn’t stop.

With beefy fingers, he yanks off your bra, ripping it in two. Your tits jiggle at his harsh movements, making him lick his lips in enjoyment. He then rips off your cotton panties, exposing your cunny to his hungry eyes.

“You’re beautiful, pretty-pretty. I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my calves,” You shake your head no rapidly, pushing his hands away from where they rest on your hips.

“No! Stop it, Bokuto! I thought we were friends!” He tightens his grip on your pelvis, forcing your legs open.

“That’s Not my name, (Nickname), you know that. Now, you know that I’m way more than just your friend-I’m your mate, and you know that I’ll provide for you and our calves,” With grubby fingers, he rubs at your clit, trying to draw a good reaction from you.

You squirm in response, trying to wriggle out of his one handed grip. You shove at his chest, but he remains unmoved, choosing to press down harder than before, “Stop it! Let me go!”

He inserts his middle finger into your moist cunny, forcing it in and out. You try to kick him in the head only for him to catch your leg with the hand that previously held your hip, “If you wanted me to eat you out that bad, you should’ve just said so, pretty girl,” Before you can refuse, he throws your legs over his shoulders, and dives in.

His long tongue fucks in and out of your hole, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit. A loud whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, making you feel a wave of disgust for yourself. Bokuto shouldn’t be making you feel good, he’s assaulting you, after all.

But, when his tongue brushed against your g-spot, you can’t help but convulse in pleasure. Thighs quaking, you try to stop yourself from cumming.

“St-stop! I’m, I’m gonna-“ He stops before you can cum, instead, pushing your hips down to where his cock lays against his abs. Forcing the bulbous head against your tiny hole, he pushes harshly, trying to fuck into you like an animal, “No! No! You’re too big! You’re going to tear my-“ With one powerful thrust, he forces his way inside, and you can’t help but scream.

Tears drip down your face at the feeling, your pussy feeling like it’s been ripped open. Bokuto grabs your head, and forces it against his chest, practically making you take one of his pink nipples into your mouth. You’re immediately met with the taste of his vanilla milk, drinking it up as the hucow starts to buck into you at a lightning fast pace.

Your teeth bite down on his nipple, but instead of being angry, he just moans in lust, “Yes! Yes, pretty girl, you’re taking me so well!”

His hand that isn’t cradling your head goes to your tummy, feeling his huge length moving underneath your skin. He presses down a bit, causing another wanton moan to leave to both of you. With this thought in mind, he picks up the pace, practically fucking you into unconsciousness.

Eyes rolling back, your ruined cunny gushed pathetically, coating you and the bull with your juices, “(Nickname), you’re so pretty when you cum,” He continues his breakneck pace, getting close to orgasm himself, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, that you’ll be dripping with my fun for days! Your little womb will be bloated with my fertile cum!”

You try to speak, but you can’t, just continuing to suck his yummy milk from his teat. Walls fluttering with another orgasm, you feel yourself clamping down on his enormous cock.

With one last mighty thrust, he seats himself fully inside of you, cumming directly against your unprotected cervix. A muffled scream erupts from your chest, as you feel your womb expand with copious amounts of beeile cum. Releasing his nipple, you throw your head back, a loud cry echoes throughout the barn, as you squirt once more around his cock.

Now completely filled to the brim, you pass out from the trauma. Entirely exhausted, Koutarou grins down at your bloated form. He rubs your tummy like a Buddha statue, kissing it tenderly.

“You’ll be a good Mommy, I’m sure of it,” he then trails his hand up your abdomen, groping your right tit, “You’ll look so pretty all milky and filled with my calves.”

The sound of a throat clearing gains Bokuto’s attention, as he practically throws his naked body over yours. A loud ‘moo’ of warning escapes his chest, even when he notices that the person is just Ushijima.

“I see that she mates with you well,” His eyes trail over your sleeping face, not straying downwards, “I hope this means that you’ll enter more shows.”

Bo smiles, “Yes. Now I need to show off, so my mate thinks I’m an eligible male.”

Nodding, Ushijima turns on his heal, making his way to leave the barn, “I hope your children take after you in strength. (Your Name) is a lot prettier than you are, so maybe they’ll be pleasing to the eye as well.”

Snorting, the grey haired man’s ears twitch, jingling throughout the room, “You bet she is. She’s perfect.”

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cynettic · 3 years

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Hello, can I request a reaction with childe, albedo, xiao and diluc where their SO is pretty clumsy and one day, they (the characters) just snap and say mean things? Please end it with comfort or something nice, my heart isnt strong enough to handle full angst :')

Clumsy S/O x Genshin

Summary - As someone clumsy, the genshin boys often pay special attention to your little accidents and mishaps. One day they snap, comforting ending though ;-;

Pairings - ClumsyReader x Childe / Albedo / Xiao / Diluc

Warnings - A bit of possessive behaviour for Xiao- but otherwise, a tad bit of angst at the beginning of each one.

A/N - After I wrote Albedo’s hc I realized that seeing him angry… would be really hot. Might write up a degradation one after-

Childe

“Stop it! It’s not funny anymore!”

It wasn’t surprising that once again, you’d managed to trip on your own feet and now somehow the vase sitting on the stool next to the couch had fallen… and broke.

But it was the first time you’d heard those words come from him.

“What do you mean… stop?”

Childe had never said anything about your clumsy antics, always picking you up and laughing or teasing the situation off. On the occasion that you got hurt, he’d tend to your wounds and make you promise to be more careful. Of course there was always a next time, and next time, and text time…

Until Childe had enough.

“From falling- tripping over your feet and taking down everything with you! No one tumbles around this much… so either you’re just doing this for fun or- or…”

He began to realize after those words that he’d taken it too far. When glancing at your teary eyes and how your figure started to shake he knew he couldn’t take those words back.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you tried to be as careful as you could.

But it was so frustrating.

You were still laying on the ground from the fall, and he bent down to help you up. You didn’t look him in the eyes, and an empty feeling buried itself in his stomach when you stood up.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was you who spoke these words, shoulders still shaking. You knew it might’ve been frustrating or annoying for Childe.

The two of you are just standing there, Childe feeling ten times guiltier because you apologized, and you feeling terrible because you’d broken another vase and he’d yelled at you for it.

The two of you feel so bad about it- ;-;

It isn’t till Childe acts out and pulls you into a hug that you realize he felt bad for yelling at you. Sure he may have been frustrated, but it was only cause he was worried about your well being, he didnt want you getting hurt.

“Im sorry Y/n… I didn’t mean to act out like that. I know you're trying your best.”

Albedo

“What happened.”

It was supposed to come out as a question, his eyes trailing over the mess of his lab and the sorry pitiful state it was in.

It didn’t come out sounding like a question.

Seeing Albedo angry of all things was only a myth among the knights of Favonius, a joke to Klee, and a topic never brought up to the citizens of Monstadt.

Albedo? Mad?? Impossible.

Well, you were living proof that it indeed wasnt a myth to see the alchemist angry.

“I fell…” was all you said in response to his glare. “I wasn’t paying attention and I tripped against the table… I’m sorry…”

Of course you were sorry, just waiting for Albedo to get home and maybe scanning the lab and all his experiments while he was away. No bad intentions, but unfortunately your bad habit of tripping over your own feet summoned itself at the worst moments.

Usually, Albedo would catch you with utmost ease. A reflex he’d learned from Klee before she went sprinting out to cause more of a ruckus. If you were to get hurt, he’d usher or carry you back into his house before patching you up. It was always quick and painless, but he made you repeat why you’d fell and how to avoid it.

Albedo wouldn’t be comforting you now.

“You fell?” He simply asked, his tone menacing enough to know that it was something important in that jumble of experiments. “You seem to do that a lot nowadays don’t you?”

You’re at a loss for words, “I’ll help you clean it up… I didn’t mean to-”

Not wanting to mention how the glass shards had cut your hand, you stood up with wobbly knees to start picking up the pieces of glass. You were sure your boyfriend had put a lot of work towards this, and you felt terrible for having ruined it all.

Albedo isn’t a savage tho.

He notices the cut on your palm, and your shaky figure as you begin to clean up the mess you’d made. He knows that cleaning up the lab as soon as possible is important, but you’re still his top priority.

“Come here.”

When you don’t immediately go to him, he walks to you. Taking your wrists and getting a good view of the injury. He tugs you to the doorway to get you fixed up, and realizes that you’re shaking, a little bit too much…

“It… seems I was a bit too harsh earlier.” He fully faces you, expression softening. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean to, none of the items on the table were of any importance if it makes you feel better.”

Please let him wipe any stray tears if you do cry, he didn’t mean to sound so angry, and really doesn’t care too much about what was on that table. Poor man’s just had a tough day at work.

Xiao

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

Xiao is protective.

That fact is known, its accepted, you might even find it endearing.

But Xiao has lived a much longer life than you, he’s seen the people he loves crumple and drain away. Watched them fade from his life one at a time, so he’s dedicated to making sure you stick around.

He knows that eternity isn’t an option for you, so he makes sure that the time you both have together is s a f e . Which means yes, he will catch you every single time you fall. Especially if it’s off the Wangshu stairs that you somehow always trip on?

The poor boy worries excessively for you, so much that he will try to hurry up the process of clearing out the normal hilichurls or threats that lie around Liyue Port.

But on the very rare occasion that you somehow end up into trouble without him there…

You don’t yell “Xiao” like he told you to, you know he makes such an effort on making you safe, a bit too much… you don’t want to summon him to every trouble you have. You’re independent, one scrape isn’t going to kill you.

“I’m fine,” you simply say when he comes back to find your whole hand encompassed in bandages. “Just tripped.”

Xiao is not impressed.

He worries too much, far too much, and seeing you brush it off when he tries so hard to make sure you’re never in pain- he wishes you’d just sit still, wait for him and not trip on your own feet when doing such mundane things.

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

You’re obviously taken aback by the statement, “Xiao?” You offer him a comforting hug, trying to loosen his stiff muscles. “It’s impossible from protecting me from everything y’know… I appreciate your worry but I’m fine.”

But that’s a matter that is strained between the two of you, and will continue to be that way until either Xiao somehow lets go of his protective anxious faze, or you just accept it.

Either way, the boy will continue to catch you when you fall. Even if you broke apart from him, left him, you’d still occasionally feel the lightest touch when you trip over your feet and feel yourself steadied.

Diluc

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Just like Xiao, Diluc is fairly protective over you, especially if it concerns your health.

He’s often not quick enough to catch you, but instead picks you up in his arms and sits you on the table to make sure you’re not hurt.

You often get bruises, but nothing more serious. He makes sure to kiss them better- something you jokingly stated once, and he’s actually taken it seriously.

“Kissing it will make it feel better? You’re sure?”

Overall, Diluc was very understanding to your clumsy antics. Maybe even find it endearing on a hard day of work, either way, he’d never yell at you for it.

Until he had enough.

It’s exhausting, to hear something clatter and know that you’d probably tripped. Tripped and harmed yourself in one way or another, the options were infinite, and Diluc’s anxiety could heighten at the slightest crashing noise.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Eventually it became too much and he asked you that exact question, hands tangling through his hair as he stared at you wide eyed, furious. There you were on the floor, just a single chair knocked down as you were beginning to shakily stand back up.

“No… of course not. I wouldn’t do these things for fun-“

It’s not like you enjoyed absentmindedly stumbling into objects, it just… happened. Diluc was usually so patient and understanding… so why?

“I know… it’s just...” he rubbed the temples on either side of his face with his thumbs, frown set in a line. “I keep worrying and worrying- every time I hear a noise like that…”

It doesn’t take long for him to sort this out through a conversation, and then settle that you need to be more mindful and careful, something you have to improve on. He will simply watch on the sidelines, catch you when he can, and coax you when you end up hurt.

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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Not so Innocent desires

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning : This is so filthy dear lord, explicit sexual content, Sub!fem reader, spanking, oral, innocence kink and I think that’s it

Just good ol fashioned smut

Summary : Turns out you Remus and Sirius want to treat you a certain way, it takes some special kind of convincing from your end though.

Word count : 3164

The lovely @fionanovasleftnut had a wonderful idea that I couldn’t resist writing about. I’m not sure with how this one turned out but I hope I did the idea justice. xXx

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Being a family friend of the Weasleys had its perks. You always had someone to stick up for you, always had someone who could make you laugh, and you always had a home with them, wherever that may be. You had moved out on your own as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, but it seemed that wasn’t the way to start your life as a young adult. The wizarding world was at war and Molly Weasley was insistent that one of her adopted daughters should not be defenseless living alone.

You had tried to reassure her that you would be fine, you even approached your most likely allies.

“Fred, George please tell her I’ll be fine. You understand right?” They only chuckled at your cute pout and brushed your concerns aside.

So no. No one was willing to risk the parting of their lovely Y/N.

You were too kindhearted, too sweet, too pure. A ray of sunshine in these dark times, too precious to leave unprotected.

You had been so angry at first, but your anger was soon turned into bashfulness as you were met by two very attractive men. Of course you knew Professor Lupin, he was your teacher and even now words from his mouth directed your way made heat rise to your face.

Then there was Sirius Black. His long black hair framed his face perfectly. His stormy grey eyes made you completely weak at the knees.

Everything about these two men left you flustered, Remus’s quick wit, Sirius’s hearty laugh, the knowing glances they’d share, Remus’s scars you just wanted to spend hours tracing, and Sirius’s ring clad fingers that tapped impatiently against the table. For being in Azkaban for 12 years his hands sure looked strong and capable.

It was a blessing and a curse really. You got to admire two very attractive men, yet you couldn’t manage much more than bashful nods at times. That didn’t stop them from approaching you however. They were so kind and welcoming, so much so that you took up Sirius’s offer to stay there rather than at the Weasleys. He knew you valued your alone time and got anxious in large groups so he thought you’d appreciate your own room rather than crowding in with the Weasleys. It was all good and well.

Except for how often you found yourself rubbing your thighs together at night to ease some sort of tension. Nothing could stop the wetness that pooled in your underwear at the memory of Sirius clenching his jaw in anger as Snape talked, or the way Remus calmed him down by rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. So once again that night you found yourself with that familiar ache you just didn’t know how to satisfy on your own. Your fingers just weren’t good enough. You got up in a huff to get some water at an attempt to calm down. You slipped down the hallway silently, but the sound of a low moan coming from Sirius’s room stopped you in your tracks. The door was slightly ajar and although you knew you shouldn’t peek in, the dull throbbing of your clit convinced you to stay. You had to stifle your own moan at the sight in front of you.

Sirius was sitting on the edge of his four poster king sized bed while Remus was on his knees between his legs jacking him off.

“Fuck Pads, how was it already this hard I’ve hardly touched you.”

“It’s not my fault! Blame Y/N with those stupid lips she bites. And her big doe eyes and and- fuck Moony that feels so good.”

Remus grinned at the chance to tease Sirius.

“Not as good as Y/N would feel though right? Bet you’d love to have her little hands wrapped around your cock huh. Imagine if you got to stretch out her perfect little pussy. She’s so fucking innocent, so pure”

“I wanna ruin her god she’s pretty, but at the same time she’s so precious I don’t wanna taint her. She deserves something more gentle and sweet.”

“You’re certainly smitten aren’t you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck her to the brink of tears. Have you heard that cute little giggle? Imagine what her whines sound like. I just wanna watch as you wrap your big hands round her thro-”

“S’that what you want? You wanna make innocent little Y/N our cockslut. Wanna make her our needy puppy. Wonder how many times we could make her come with just our fingers.”

“Fuck Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah that’s right love, cum to the picture of fucking her mercilessly, her nails scratching down your back cause you’re fucking her so hard.”

You watched Sirius shudder while Remus’s face lit up in victory. You decided it was best to leave before they were no longer distracted.

Well, that certainly didn’t make you any less riled up. Looks like they wanted you as much as you wanted them. You knew you’d have to put your shyness aside, but how on earth do you talk to someone about that. Yes, hello I find you two super hot and I’d just love it if you’d degrade me and throw me around thank you so much. Frankly you never knew you wanted that yourself until you heard the words fall from their lips with ease. You put your plan in motion as you traveled back to your room, praying it would work.

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You were giddy when you woke up, anxious for the day that awaited you. You decided to wear a shirt that Remus had once complimented, suddenly much more aware of how it complimented your chest. You paired it with your shortest skirt and thigh high socks. You turned around and shoulder checked to appreciate yourself, knowing if you bent over too much anyone could see the white lace thong you had underneath.

You knew the order meeting was starting earlier than usual so you pranced down the stairs and were met with a dumbstruck Ron and Ginny.

“Blimey Y/N, who are you trying to shag?” He was instantly met with a slap by Ginny.

“Shut it Ron, don’t talk about Y/N like that you git. You look adorable.” She reassured.

You smiled sweetly at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Gin, I’m gonna go get breakfast now.”

You swear you saw Remus and Sirius give a double take when you entered the kitchen. Pleased your plan was going well you continued into the next phase and sat between Fred and George casually as if your heart wasn’t racing a million miles an hour. Any laugh that the twins could pull from your lips were met with a hard stare from Sirius and Remus. Normally Remus could keep a calm disposition but you could notice the look of contempt in his eyes as his hand clenched the edge of the table.

You pushed your chair back and made your way to the sink.

“Here Molly, let me help you clean up.”

“Thank you dear, you can just grab the dishes from the table love.”

You made your way round the table and once you reached where your two admirers were you squeezed between them and bent over to grab the last plate, feeling your skirt ride up high enough to gain a sharp intake of breath from Sirius.

“Sorry, it was just easier to get it this way.”

You smiled to yourself as you helped Molly finish cleaning. Everything cycled out and everyone rearranged where they sat as they tidied up before the meeting began. You were thrilled at the chance to sit between Remus and Sirius now that everyone had moved. You leaned forward so you could rest your chin on your hand as Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke of the newest updates happening within the ministry. Fred and George would sometimes try to throw you off by making funny faces, but they were met by a hard glare by Remus which instantly simmered them down, while Sirius placed his arm around the back of your chair in a possessive manner. Welp, now was as good a time as ever to test the waters. You leaned back into your chair and crossed one leg over the other so your foot would brush against Sirius’s calf. He passed a glance, and you took a deep breath and moved it up and down his leg. You smirked at how you saw his hands clench and that spurred you on to lightly place your hand on Remus’s thigh.

“Y/N love, what are you doing exactly” Remus’s voice was shaky, like he was holding back.

Time to ice the cake.

“Nothing Remmy, I’m just being innocent little Y/N.”

Sirius’s head swerved at that one and you couldn’t help but notice the growing tent in his trousers.

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It took forever for everyone to leave after the meeting. It took even longer to convince Molly that you were fine to stay here rather than go back to the burrow.

“Alright Y/N if you’re sure, but you know how to reach me if you need anything at all right?”

“Of course Molly.”

If she knew what you wanted these two men to do to you she would be dragging you by the ear out the door. But finally, finally she left.

Leaving you alone with two straight faced men whose expressions were unreadable. Remus was the first to break the silence.

“Y/N, did you over hear our conversation last night”

You nodded, but Sirius wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, you’re gonna answer out loud for us pretty girl. You don’t get to tease us the way you do then act all shy now.”

“Yes, I heard.”

Remus returned to questioning you. “Yeah, and did you like what you heard?”

“I- I did.”

“Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl” Sirius chortled, “wish I would have known sooner.”

“I’m not naughty!”

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?”

“Cause I wanna be your good girl, please make me your good girl.”

Remus was hypnotised by the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips looking up at him.

“Shhh we’ve got you puppy, we just thought you’d want something more gentle.”

“No Remmy, I want you.”

“You can have me darling, let's go upstairs.”

He offered his hand to you and you took it eagerly, and began your journey upstairs, earning a chuckle from Sirius as you snatched his hand too on the way. As soon as you entered they had their hands on you, Sirius had you pressed against Remus as he was kissing your neck.

“You sure you want this love?”

“Please Siri.”

“Alright pup, safe word is red okay? Any point you feel uncomfortable you tell us and we’ll stop immediately. Can you say it for me?”

“Red.”

“Good girl,” Remus praised “Here, let's take all this off since it’s not covering much anyway.”

You nodded and lifted your arms for Remus while Sirius got on his knees to take off your skirt. He debated leaving the socks on, but he wanted you to feel every single thing so he took them off. Now last, but certainly not least.

“As cute as these panties are, they're only in my way, can I take these off precious?”

“M Hmm.”

Remus was quite content to take off your bra and massage your breasts and nibble across your shoulders while Sirius continued his attempts to draw dirty words from your clean mouth.

“Baby, your pussy is so wet right now. Can I touch it, love?”

You spread your legs further for him as an invitation.

“Not here, our precious girl deserves to be comfy on the bed.”

Remus sat against the headboard and motioned for you to follow suit between his thighs.

You practically skipped there, so excited for what was about to happen. You sat down with a quick plop and wiggled your hips to get more comfy, eyes wide as Sirius crawled up from the end of the bed to push your legs apart and gently trace your inner thighs with his forefinger.

“Tell me pup, have you ever touched yourself?”

You nodded bashfully, which Remus did not enjoy apparently as he lightly slapped your thigh with one hand while the other grabbed hold of your jaw to force your eyes onto Sirius fully.

“What did we say about speaking out loud pup, be a good girl.”

“Sorry Remmy, I got embarrassed, I do touch myself Siri”

Sirius grinned, “What makes you touch yourself sweet girl.”

“You, you and Moony do.” He relished in the whine that escaped your lips as he finally made contact with your aching clit, clearly he liked that answer.

“What do you imagine us doing to you pup.”

You moaned as his pace quickened. “Anything, anything you want.”

That’s when his tongue made contact on your clit instead. You jolted at the sudden change, but Remus was quick to hold you down.

“That feel good, sweetheart? I love Siri’s tongue too.”

You could only throw your head back and mewl as Sirius’s tongue flicked faster and he added a finger to the mix, completely enthralled with how your entrance clenched around it desperately.

“Pads I think our pretty girl is gonna cum keep going. Has anyone ever made you feel this good puppy? Fred or George couldn’t make you feel like this could they?”

“No- no Remmy.”

“Wait till I get my turn love, go on and cum so I can make my pretty girl feel good too.”

Even Sirius’s tight grip on your thigh couldn’t keep you tethered as you released on his face. Bliss like you had never known overtook and it’s like you were hyper aware of every touch, every breath of theirs that fanned across your body, and every kiss that Remus awarded you with for being your lovely self.

And you couldn’t get enough of it.

Neither could Sirius as he leaned back to take in the view of the masterpiece he created. He loved how you had squirmed under his touch as he continued to thrust his fingers eagerly.

He was feeling benevolent though and pulled out. Instead he took a firm grasp on your hair and pulled you on your hands and knees so you were eyelevel with his throbbing cock.

Remus placed a couple of smacks on your ass now that it was exposed for him.

“What do you say to Pads for making you feel so good?”

Sirius wondered if you were aware how cute you looked with your owlish eyes oggling his long member.

“Thank you, Siri.”

“That’s right Puppy, now how about you return the favor.”

You just nodded obediently and stuck out your tongue, which only made Sirius growl even louder as he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat but found yourself gagging at the surprise feeling of Remus’s head rubbing up and down your slick folds.

You arched your back and whimpered around Sirius’s cock and Remus got the message loud and clear. Slowly he inched his way inside groaning when your wet heat enveloped him completely. Once you were used to the feeling you wiggled your hips as a signal so he could move. The slow powerful thrusts of Remus made Sirius thrust through your perfect lips even faster at how the vibrations you emitted felt around his cock. His grip on your hair got even tighter.

“Fuck you feel so good puppy, such a good girl taking such good care of us. I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face, want me to cum all over your face, sweet girl?”

At the sound of your desperate whining he gave your face a few rough pats and yanked your head back. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stuck your tongue out waiting patiently while he stroked his dick furiously. Finally he released on your face, but before you got the chance to think he was licking it up with wide stripes across your face before moving to kiss Remus. You glanced over your shoulder at the two most beautiful men you’d ever been blessed to see, and moaned as their teeth clashed in a hungry and needy kiss. They stopped in a pant and had their foreheads pressed together, grinning at your demands.

“Moony I think our good little puppy wants more attention.”

“Aw, is that so my needy angel. I can fix that for you.”

Quicker than you could count he had you flipped on your back and started fucking into you ruthlessly. His movements were filled with so much determination that every thrust was pushing you to the end of the bed until your back was hanging off the edge. He grabbed hold of your legs and swung them both over your shoulders so he could reach even newer sensitive spots inside you, completely captivated by how freely your tits bounced in this position.

“Rem- Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“No you’re not, you be our good girl and hold on a little longer.”

“Please I can’t take it.”

“If you wanna cum you beg for it then, since you can’t wait.”

“Please please, let me be your good girl, please let me cum you make me feel so good please.”

“Hear that Pads? Imagine if someone heard pure little Y/N acting as our desperate puppy. Okay darling you go ahead and make a mess on my cock baby.”

A wave of euphoria rushed over you as you hung there and took every slam that came your way. The bliss however quickly became too much as your legs wriggled to find your escape from his strong grasp. He just grunted and let you slide into a heap on the floor. He swept to the side of the bed and around to where you were and hoisted you back on the bed so you were on your stomach and your legs hung off the edge. He pressed his hand to your back to firmly hold you in place.

“Angel you begged for this, now you’re gonna take it, yeah?”

He returned to his prior animalistic pace that summoned tears to roll down your cheeks.

Sirius started petting your head lovingly “It’s okay love, you’re being such a good girl for Moony and I. You look so gorgeous with those tears all fucked out.”

He continued to comfort you and press kisses to your hairline until finally Remus reached satisfaction with his brutal attack on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m gonna cum”

He pulled out swiftly and his hips found their way to Sirius’s hungry lips. It was such a beautiful sight, but your voice made and audible whine before you could control yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, thought you wanted me to stop.”

“Wanted your cum, wanted you to cum in me Remmy.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to make that happen precious girl.”

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Hmmm yeah I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope y’all enjoy my lovelies <3

@thotbutpurple @quindolyn @sunny-bunnny

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