#GIVE LOVE THAT ONE MORE CHANCE ❗️❗️❗️

[reyesstrand]

lone star continuing to eat with their musical choices because under pressure?? thesis of the show a bit??

[spiicii]

the usos / guard dogs (part four) 

x fem!reader word count → 10.4k summary → things have fallen into an easy rhythm now that you’ve learned the usos like to switch. but when the three of you try to go out again, you’re worried if your sweet boys will behave. (fun cameos: the street profits & drew mcintyre) notes → huge shoutout to my wonderful beta readers and sources of inspiration: @minteagalaxea and @acute-crashout-jeyuso 💙 links → masterlist / taglist / part one / part two / part three tags → switch!usos, switch!reader, sub!usos, dom!reader, dom/sub, possessive behavior, biting, hickeys, mentions of violence, mentions of blood and gore, pet play, degradation, humiliation, collars, leashes, orgasm denial, not really public exhibitionism (though drew mcintyre has his suspicions), blink and you miss it - mommy kink, the reader enjoys making grown men cry 😈

WARNING → ❗️the usos are VERY submissive in this one. don’t like, don’t read.❗️

The twins behaved much better after that night.

They stopped picking fights, seemingly satisfied now that you finally knew what they wanted. It had taken them a few days to work up the courage to actually talk about it, but you now had a much better understanding of exactly what they were looking for. And you were proud of them. Growing up in a hypermasculine world hadn’t exactly given them an opportunity to explore these desires with anyone else. It was a testament to how much they loved and trusted you, allowing you to see the part of themselves they hid from the rest of the world.

It was certainly a new experience for you as well. After all, you hadn’t expected to enjoy dominating them as much as you had. You’d never thought of yourself as a switch, but that night had changed everything for you. You couldn’t get the image of their pleading puppy eyes out of your head, the vision of them kneeling all sweet and obedient at your feet now permanently seared into your brain. You’d tasted the forbidden fruit and now you wanted more.

Thankfully, the twins were more than happy to give it to you.

You began falling into an easy rhythm. Some nights you would submit to them, allowing them to release those animalistic urges and fuck you as roughly as they wanted. You were more than happy to take it, still enjoying the feeling of being completely and utterly owned. You were glad their desire to dominate you had not changed. They still kept their marks on your neck, a visible reminder that you still belonged to them. Jey kept his mark beneath your left ear, Jimmy’s beneath the right side of your jaw; the two of them making sure to bite and suck at the bruises every chance they got to make sure they would never fade.

Other nights they would submit to you, allowing you to take the reins and make them feel good. You took the responsibility seriously. The twins had told you that this was new territory for them as well. They weren’t exactly sure what they liked, never having the chance to explore this with anyone else. Because of this, you made sure to take your time, never pushing too fast or too hard.

And things were going well.

For now.

*****

Once you learned that a new club was opening downtown, you knew you had to go. You hadn’t gone out in months and you couldn’t deny how much you missed it. You considered bringing it up to the boys, but you were worried.

You hadn’t forgotten about the last time the three of you went out to a bar. You remembered the blood spilling onto the floor, the twins snarling like animals as they nearly bludgeoned those men to death. You’d never be able to unsee the image of the man’s broken jaw, his mouth hanging open at an awkward angle as blood trickled down his chin. The twins had been vicious, unable to curb their appetite for violence despite how much you’d begged them not to fight.

Since then you’d had the same recurring nightmare, one where the twins were led away in handcuffs, their careers ruined and their freedom stripped away as a judge handed out a prison sentence. You woke up in a cold sweat every time, tears staining your cheeks from where you’d cried in your sleep.

Could you really do it again? You weren’t sure if you could trust them to be on good behavior, no matter how well-behaved they seemed now. Their possessiveness hadn’t stopped and you knew it would only take a small push for the brothers to get in yet another bar fight. It could be one word, maybe one wrong look, and the twins’ temper would flare, triggered by that primal instinct to protect you.

No, you couldn’t do it again. You wouldn’t.

Unfortunately, the twins had already heard about the club opening from work.

“Come on, babe,” Jimmy was saying over dinner, his gaze at you pleading. “Everyone from work’s gonna be there. It could be fun.”

Jey reached across the table to take your hand, offering you a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be good,” he murmured, offering you his best puppy eyes. “We promise.”

You resisted the urge to remind them that you’d heard it all before. They always promised to be good, yet somehow they always ended up in the same position: banned from yet another bar, someone threatening a lawsuit, knuckles bruised and bloodied. It always ended that way.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you told them, trying to stay strong. “Especially after last time.”

“That was months ago!” Jimmy protested. “Besides, we been real good for you. Ain’t we, uce?” He nudged his brother’s shoulder and Jey nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, babe. We ain’t been in any fights since then, right?”

Well, not technically.

“And our coworkers gonna be there too.” Jimmy continued. “It ain’t like we gonna show out in front of them.”

That part was definitely a lie. He’d fought half of those coworkers himself, both in and out of the ring.

“And I know you wanna go.” Jey interjected, squeezing your hand again. “Come on, boo. It’ll be fun.”

You let out a long-suffering sigh. These men were going to be the death of you.

“Alright, fine.” You conceded. “But no fighting. And I mean it this time. I don’t care what happens. You have to promise me to control your temper. Promise me.”

The twins looked excited. You had a feeling if they had a tail it’d be wagging.

“Of course, babe. We promise.”

“We promise, we promise. Don’t worry, okay?”

This was probably a bad idea. And the more you thought about, the more you were convinced that it definitely was a bad idea. What if something went wrong? What if they did get into another fight, this time with their coworkers present? Or worse, what if they got into a fight with said coworkers? The twins certainly had their fair share of enemies on the main roster.

Maybe if you were able to take control for the night, maybe already get them in that submissive headspace before you went out, there would be less of a risk. Whenever they were submissive they were always so obedient, always so eager to please. Those versions of the Usos would listen if you told them not to fight. Your sweet pups would never disobey you. Not intentionally. But could you get them in that headspace before you left?

You had to try.

*****

You couldn’t deny that you were excited to get dolled up, digging up an old dress that you were certain should have cobwebs from how long it had been hiding in your closet. It left little to the imagination, just barely enough fabric to cover your breasts and ass. It was backless, a bit of the front open as well to reveal your torso. You made sure that your makeup was on point, your hair done up in a cute ponytail.

You knew you looked good, but the twins somehow looked even better. It had been awhile since you’d seen them outside of their usual tank tops and joggers. Tonight they were both in all black, matching your dress, their gold chains glinting in the light as they waited for you to meet them by the front door of the apartment. They were both wearing the earrings you’d gotten for their birthday last year, gold huggies studded with diamonds, but Jey had replaced the one on his left ear with a dangly golden cross - another gift from you last Valentine’s Day.

Their jaws dropped the second you came down the stairs, their eyes raking across your skimpy outfit and high heels. Jey’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips, his gaze at you positively ravenous. Jimmy, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, looking at you like the cat that caught the canary.

“And where you think you goin’ lookin’ like that?” Jimmy’s tone was playful, but you didn’t miss the way his hands twitched as his sides, almost as if he were resisting the urge to stride across the room and rip the dress off you himself.

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes as you made your way over to them. Their greedy hands were on you instantly, Jey immediately hiking up the fabric to grab a handful of your ass. You felt Jimmy’s hand curl into the soft flesh of your hip, his fingers digging into old bruises he’d left there yesterday.

“I know you ain’t serious,” Jey breathed, leaning over you to press his nose into your hair to take in your scent. “You think we gon let you leave the house looking like this?”

You chuckled, offering your neck to Jimmy when you felt him nosing at the soft skin beneath your jaw. “And who said you’re in charge tonight?”

Jey’s eyes darkened, his gaze flickering over to his brother. Unfortunately, Jimmy seemed too enamored by you to pay much attention to his twin, already peppering your neck with sweet kisses.

“Oh, you wanna call the shots?” Jey’s tone made it clear that he hadn’t been planning on this.

You gave him a playful smirk. “Don’t act like you don’t want it, baby.” You crooned. “I didn’t think you’d mind. After all, it’s been a few days, hasn’t it? I’ve been missing my sweet puppies.”

You reached out to tug at Jey’s beard and smiled at the moan it earned, your fingers scratching beneath his jaw just how he liked. You could tell that his resolve was quickly crumbling, his eyelids fluttered as you continued to scratch into his beard.

Jimmy was still kissing at the delicate skin of your windpipe, his touch soft and gentle. You reached up with your free hand to curl your fingers into his hair, lightly scratching at the scalp until he was practically purring into your neck.

Jey cleared his throat and Jimmy’s eyes flickered up to meet his brother’s annoyed gaze.

“Oh, come on, uce,” Jimmy’s voice still held that teasing tone. “She can call the shots if she wants to. With her lookin’ like this…” He pressed another kiss beneath your jaw. “Hell, I’d do anything she asked me to.”

You grinned at him. “Don’t give me ideas.”

Jimmy chuckled, resuming his ministrations against your neck. His touch, normally so rough and bruising, was delicate tonight, the feeling sending goosebumps exploding across your skin. You scratched at his scalp again as a wordless praise and Jimmy hummed in contentment.

Unfortunately, Jey wasn’t fully on board yet. “You can’t go out like this.” He insisted, his grip on your ass tightening. “You go on upstairs and change. I ain’t arguing.”

You turned to meet Jey’s dark eyes, watching with fascination as they seemed to simmer in annoyance. You couldn’t deny that he looked beautiful like this, a small part of you wanting to give in and submit to him on instinct alone. But you had plans for the twins tonight - ones that didn’t involve your submission, but theirs.

You took a step towards the younger twin, pressing your body flush against his, your hand finding the erection quickly forming in his pants. Jey’s breath stuttered, the annoyance in his eyes suddenly blown away, as if by the wind.

“Don’t be like that, pet,” you cooed, your manicured hand outlining the length of his cock straining against the zipper. “What happened to my good boy, hm?”

You could see the battle for dominance warring on his handsome face. He still kept his grip tight against your ass, squeezing the flesh there in warning.

“Look at how good your brother’s being,” you murmured and Jimmy made a pleased sound at your words, now moving up behind you to nibble against your collarbone. “Already so sweet and obedient. He’s a good boy, isn’t he?”

Jey glared at his brother in jealousy, but Jimmy didn’t notice, still content to lean down and press soft kisses to your skin. You tugged at Jey’s beard again to bring his gaze back to you, your grip firm.

“So what’s it going to be, pup? Are you going to obey me tonight?”

You could finally see Jey’s defiance melting away, something vulnerable shining in his dark eyes. Your grip tightened and he whimpered, quickly nodding in answer to your question.

You smiled, loosening your grip on his beard just so you could scratch there again, watching as he preened with happiness. “Good boy.”

*****

They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off you in the ride to the club. They kissed every part of you they could find: your face, your neck, your chest, your arms. Jey had even leaned down to press sweet kisses to your upper thighs, ignoring how the Uber driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

By the time you pulled up, their eyes were dazed, their lips shiny with spit. Small tufts of hair were sticking up in random places from where you had been running your hands through it. It took considerable effort to push them off you, practically dragging them out of the car and onto the sidewalk outside the club. You watched with amusement as they stumbled over their own feet, their hands still greedily reaching out to touch you.

You chuckled, leaning up to wipe the spit from the lips and fix their hair.

“We haven’t even gone in yet and you already looked wrecked.”

Jey let out a small sound of contentment as you continued to comb your fingers through his hair in your attempts to style it. Meanwhile, Jimmy was already leaning down to attach his lips to your neck again, seemingly uncaring about the crowd of people passing by as they made their way into the bar.

“Don’t be greedy,” you chided, pushing Jimmy away and watching as he pouted. “Fix your shirt.”

Jimmy begrudgingly obeyed, watching with some jealousy as you continued to focus on fixing Jey’s hair.

“Now, listen to me.” You snapped your fingers to ensure that both of them were looking at you. “I meant what I said before. No fighting. Not with anyone. You promised me, remember?”

The twins nodded, both of them already reaching out to touch you again. You forgot how clingy they were when they were like this. Jey’s hands reached you first and you were quick to push him away, casting Jimmy a warning glance until he withdrew his own hands with another pout.

“Listen first, pups,” you admonished, watching as their cheeks flushed at the pet name. “I want to make myself clear. If even one of you starts trouble, you’ll both be punished when we get home tonight. Got it?”

They stared at you in disbelief, protests already beginning to form on their lips.

“What? That ain’t fair. You know he always like to start shit.”

“So if he starts something I still get in trouble? That ain’t right.”

“Stop.” You wouldn’t tolerate any arguing tonight. “I mean it. And if you piss me off enough I’ll do it in front of all these people too. Do you understand?”

Their cheeks flushed an even deeper red, both of them bowing their heads so no onlooker could see just how flustered you’d made them. It was adorable, but you still weren’t satisfied.

“Do I have to grab you by the hair right here on the sidewalk? I said, "Do you understand?”

They quickly nodded, their eyes flashing around to the throngs of people surrounding you. Thankfully nobody was paying any attention, but the flush to their cheeks had you wondering just how much they would mind if you actually did it. You wouldn’t, but you still wondered.

“Good.”

You offered them a small smile, reaching out to take both of their hands in yours. “Now, let’s go have a good time. Who’s buying my first drink?”

*****

The night started out tame. The club was practically overflowing with new patrons and social media influencers documenting the club’s opening, the music loud and pulsing with brightly colored lights. The twins had found a spot for you to sit at the bar, both of them preferring to stand on either side of you rather than sit. They didn’t order anything to drink, which was already odd, but they were clingy too. You could feel their rough hands all over you: on your back, your arms, your thighs.

You eventually realized that they weren’t drinking because they had taken your warning seriously. They didn’t want any trouble tonight and they knew, just as you did, that alcohol did nothing to help their tempers. They tried their best to focus on you, but you didn’t miss the way their eyes frequently scanned the crowd, their bodies pressed against yours protectively whenever someone got too close.

Things seemed to be going well, but, as always, it never lasted.

“Am I dreaming or am I looking at the Usos right now?”

You recognized Angelo’s voice immediately and both of the twins stiffened at the sound. Before you could react, Angelo was taking the empty stool next to you, Montez leaning against his tag team partner’s shoulder as he smirked at the twins.

“Thought you couldn’t make it. Something about your girl keeping you busy, right?”

The implication behind his words was clear and you weren’t surprised when Jimmy’s arm wrapped your waist instantly, his fingers curling in the soft fabric of your dress. Jey hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, though his fingers were digging into the soft flesh there, his touch bordering on painful.

The Street Profits stared at you, their expressions curious.

“I don’t think we’ve met before,” Montez mused, his eyes clocking the possessive grip the twins kept on you. “Always been curious to know what the Usos’ girl looked like.”

Angelo chuckled. “Starting to see why they don’t bring you around. You far too pretty to be backstage by yourself. Somebody might snatch you up.”

He threw you a cheeky wink and Jey’s grip against your thigh turned bruising. You casually reached down to pry Jey’s fingers from your skin, squeezing his hand in warning before letting go.

“You’re sweet.” You told them, trying to ignore how Jimmy’s grip on your dress tightened. “And it’s nice to meet you. You make a hell of a tag team.”

“Hell yeah we do,” Montez agreed, flagging down the bartender. “Though I suppose we can’t hardly compete with twins. Twin telepathy and all that.”

Montez leaned forward to talk to the bartender and you took the opportunity to look over at Jimmy, offering him a reassuring smile. You were pleased to see that he didn’t look too angry yet, though his eyes were narrowed in annoyance at Angelo, who was still staring at you, an amused smile on his lips.

Jey, however, was staring at the Street Profits with open hostility, his hands clenched at his sides. You threw him a warning glance and Jey scowled, no doubt resisting the urge to pace, as if he often did when he was irritated.

You hadn’t realized that Montez had ordered you a drink until he was pushing it towards you across the bar.

“Hope you don’t mind that I ordered you something. Since you almost done with that one.” He motioned to your half-empty glass.

“She don’t need nothin’ from you,” Jey snapped, his gaze at Montez fiery. “We already-”

“Jey.” Your voice was calm, but Jey immediately stopped mid-sentence. You were glad to see that he was still obedient, despite his temper flaring. “You’re being rude.”

Jey clenched his jaw, but he didn’t say anything else. The Street Profits watched the exchange with unconcealed curiosity, now looking at you with a new respect.

“Impressive.” whistled Angelo, taking a sip from his drink. “Ain’t ever seen anyone tell the Usos anything.”

“Except maybe Roman Reigns.” Montez teased and both twins stiffened, no doubt resisting the urge to lunge forward and knock the disrespect out of their rivals’ mouths.

“What can I say? I’ve got the magic touch.” You kept your tone light, but your gaze at the Street Profits was now just as irritated as the twins. You didn’t appreciate them trying to rile up your boys when they were already being so good for you.

“And while I’m thankful for the drink, I believe I’ve already reached my limit for tonight.” You pushed the drink back over towards Montez, your eyes narrowed. “It was nice to meet you. I’m sure you have other friends you want to talk to. I won’t monopolize you.”

The Street Profits both smirked, their eyes flickering to the angry expressions the Usos wore. You could tell they were tempted to continue pushing their buttons, but your dismissal had made it clear that they were no longer welcome.

“It was nice to meet you too.” Angelo replied, standing beside his tag team partner with a mocking smile on his lips. “Hope to see you backstage some time.”

You didn’t reply, instead watching as the Street Profits brushed past, both of them casting one last cocky look to the twins before disappearing into the crowd.

The second they were gone your hand shot out and grabbed at Jey’s forearm, yanking close to your side. You watched as he stumbled, his eyes wide in alarm as he met your angry gaze.

“You had one job.” You fumed, forcing yourself to keep your voice down. “You were told to behave. Is that really so difficult?”

Jey no longer looked angry. Instead, his eyes were wide and pleading as he looked at you. “I…I didn’t…”

“Yeah, what the fuck, uce?” Jimmy hissed, his arm still wrapped around your waist to keep you close. His gaze at his brother was angry. “If you start shit then we both get in trouble. Why you let them get under your skin like that?”

Jey’s eyes flashed in annoyance at his older brother. “It didn’t seem like you was doin’ any better. Looked to me like you was about to come outta that chair when they talked about Roman.”

Jimmy stiffened again at your side. “Man, if you don’t-”

“Enough.”

The twins instantly silenced, Jey’s eyes meeting yours again. He looked remorseful, his free hand reaching up to tentatively stroke the exposed skin of your thigh.

“I’m sorry.” And he did sound sorry, his words soft and his gaze at you imploring. “I didn’t wanna fight.”

You released his arm, your gaze at him still uncertain. “And what would have happened had I not intervened, pet? You didn’t fight, but you were being rude. I thought you were going to be good for me?”

“I will. I will, I promise.” Jey seemed desperate now, his rough hands gentle against your skin. He was looking at you with those pleading puppy eyes, his gaze almost heartbroken. “Please, gimme another chance. M’sorry.”

You let out another sigh. It wasn’t all his fault. Him and his brother were naturally possessive, resource guarding you like the puppies they were. You had to remind yourself that they were at least trying. Any other night and the Street Profits would have probably ended up with a broken nose for their troubles.

You finally softened, reaching out to squeeze Jey’s hand reassuringly. “Alright, alright. It’s okay. I know you’re trying, sweet boy. Just stay here beside me and be good for the rest of tonight. Okay?”

Jey seemed relieved, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Okay. I promise.”

*****

And he did try. He tried very hard. But some people didn’t make it easy.

“And who is this absolutely stunning creature?”

The deep Scottish accent could only belong to one person. You turned and were met with a very tall Drew McIntyre, his eyes almost mischievous as he looked down at you.

“I had no idea the Usos were keeping such a beautiful thing like you all to themselves. How selfish of them. It’s a pleasure to meet you, darlin’. I’m Drew.”

You offered him a polite smile. “Of course, I’m a big fan. Nice to meet you.”

You didn’t miss the way the twins hovered protectively at your side, now agitated at the Scotsman’s arrival. Drew seemed amused, sliding into the empty bar stool beside you.

“Big fan, huh?” Drew flashed a cocky smile to Jimmy and you felt him tense beside you. “You ever been to one of the shows? Don’t think I’ve seen you there before.”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve never been. We tend to keep work separate from our personal life.”

“Yet here you are.” Drew replied, motioning to the club. “Half the roster is here tonight. Or didn’t your boys tell you?”

Jey was miraculously staying silent, though you didn’t miss the way he was moving closer and closer to your side, his body tight as a wire. You reached out and gave Jey a reassuring pat on the arm.

“Oh, they did. I just didn’t want to miss all the fun.”

Drew chuckled, his eyes flickering down to your neck. He saw the marks the twins had left there, a visible reminder that you belonged to them, and Drew raised an eyebrow.

“They always treat you like that?” He asked, motioning to your neck, and now it was Jimmy’s turn to lose his cool.

“You better watch yo’ mouth, uce.” he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger.

Jimmy’s anger was triggering Jey’s, who had already been doing well after the fiasco with the Street Profits earlier. Jey began to pace, the tell-tale sign that he was getting irritated, and you let out a sigh. Whenever one twin got upset, the other quickly mirrored it. It was yet another reminder that their twin telepathy was usually more of an unfortunate side effect than a helpful perk.

“It’s alright,” you soothed, reaching out to put your hand on the brothers’ arms in an attempt to settle them. “I’m sure Drew was just checking on me. Being chivalrous. Weren’t you, Drew?”

Your eyes simmered at the Scotsman and he smirked in return, his eyes tracking the twins movements as they continued to hover protectively around you.

“Of course.” He replied, meeting your gaze again. He seemed far too smug for your liking. “Just being chivalrous.”

Jimmy let out a displeased noise and you curled your fingers tighter around his arm in warning.

“I appreciate your concern, Drew, but the twins take very good care of me. I promise.”

Drew’s grin turned wicked. “Oh, I’m sure they do.”

If your hand hadn’t already been on Jey’s arm, you were certain he would have already lunged forward to knock that smug smile off Drew’s face. His lip was curled and gold teeth flashing in the dim lighting of the bar.

“Jey.” Your tone was scathing, your patience wearing thin. You were getting tired of having to hold him back. “Behave.”

Jey flushed at your words, his jaw tightening when he met your angry expression. You normally wouldn’t push this far in front of one of their coworkers, but he was testing your patience. And you had made it very clear that you wouldn’t hesitate to put them in their place in front of this entire crowd if they were going to be disobedient.

Jey eventually dropped your gaze, staring at the floor even as he worked his jaw in frustration. And when you met Jimmy’s eyes, he quickly looked away as well, not wanting to be chastised as his brother had been in front of Drew McIntyre of all people.

“My, my. Seems like you’ve got these boys wrapped around your little finger, don’t you, girl?” Drew seemed positively delighted, his eyes flickering between both twins, who now seemed very interested in the shiny tile floor.

Your eyes flashed over to the Scotsman in annoyance. “You don’t have to antagonize them.”

Drew raised his hands, as if he were surrendering. “You’re right, you’re right. I shouldn’t push their buttons. The last thing I would want is to ruin a pretty girl’s night.”

He looked at you with thinly veiled curiosity, leaning forward to stare more intently at your face. “But you’ve got to tell me how you do it, lass. I know it can’t be easy to keep these two in line.”

You offered him a smirk of your own. “A lady has her ways. Can’t spill all of my secrets, can I?”

Drew seemed far too pleased with himself, his smile at you knowing. “No, I suppose not. Though it seems like you keep them on a pretty tight leash, don’t you?”

The innuendo wasn’t lost on you, and you could feel the twins getting agitated again. Jey began to shift his weight from one leg to the other, no doubt resisting the urge to move away from your side. Meanwhile, Jimmy’s body was completely tense beside you, his jaw clenched in anger. You were impressed that they hadn’t already lunged forward.

You offered Drew a winning smile, trying not to betray your own irritation at the Scotsman’s needling. “It was nice to meet you, Drew.” You told him, your eyes giving nothing away. “Have a good night.”

Drew stared at you for a moment, then he laughed. “Alright, fine. I’ll go. But at least I got to lay eyes on a lady as beautiful as you, darlin’.”

He reached out, as if to take your hand, and both twins moved forward instantly. You couldn’t be sure if they intended to attack him or merely smack his hand away, but thankfully they never got far enough for you to find out.

“Boys.”

Your voice wasn’t loud, but the twins froze as if you’d shouted at them. You watched as they stood between you and Drew McIntyre, their chests heaving as if they’d just run a marathon. The three of them stared at each other. The tension was so thick you could have cut through it with a knife.

“Come. Here.”

Your tone left no room for argument, but the twins didn’t obey right away. Their faces were angry, their lips curled as they met Drew’s self-satisfied grin. Your temper slipped.

“Now.”

Your tone was sharp and the twins finally obeyed, arriving back at your side. They continued to glower at the Scotsman, which only seemed to delight Drew even more.

“I’ll see you at work, boys.” Drew’s tone dripped with mockery as he stood to leave, throwing one final wink in your direction before he finally left.

*****

The car ride home was silent. The twins had tried apologizing as soon as Drew walked away, but you’d quickly ordered them to be silent, unwilling to hear any more apologies and excuses. You’d heard enough.

And when they’d tried to protest as you paid for your own drinks and ordered the Uber yourself, you quickly shut them up with an angry glare, making it clear that you weren’t in the mood for any further disobedience.

You finally pushed through the door to your apartment, the twins still skittering nervously around you as you trailed upstairs to the bedroom. They hesitated, but still followed, unsure of what to do without a direct order from their master. It wasn’t until you sat on the edge of the bed and stared at them that you finally deigned to give them a command.

“Strip and kneel for me. If you think you can manage it.”

Both Usos cringed at your scathing tone, but they didn’t hesitate to obey. They stripped in record time, nearly ripping the fabric in their haste. They even removed their jewelry, placing their earrings and gold chains on the dresser before finally kneeling on the carpeted floor.

They were both giving you their best puppy eyes, looking for all the world like two orphaned strays desperate for a simple pat on the head. But they didn’t deserve it. Not after the bullshit they pulled tonight. So instead you reclined on the bed and let the minutes go by.

They eventually started to shift uncomfortably in their kneeling positions. They didn’t seem to like waiting, their nervousness growing with each passing minute. You didn’t miss the way their shoulders brushed against each other in an effort to comfort the other and that finally spurred you into action.

You quickly stood, watching as both twins completely stilled, their expressions hopeful as you walked over to them. Jey was already leaning forward to seek your touch, his puppy eyes pleading, but you gave him such a disdainful look that he practically withered.

“I’m disappointed.” You murmured, circling behind them to brush your fingers across their exposed back. You watched with satisfaction as they both shivered, goosebumps exploding across their inked skin. Jimmy tried to glance over his shoulder to look at you but he quickly looked away once he caught sight of your angry expression.

“I’m disappointed because you made a promise to me. You promised me you would behave. You promised me you would control your temper. You promised me you would be good.”

Before they could fully digest your words you were quickly digging your fingers into their hair, tugging their heads backwards to expose the long column of their throats. They both gasped in surprise, nearly toppling off balance as you kept a tight grip on their hair.

“What happened to my sweet, obedient little pups, hm? I thought I’d trained you better.”

The twins didn’t answer, couldn’t answer - they hadn’t been given permission to speak.

Jimmy’s mouth was open, small pants of breath falling from his lips while Jey’s eyes were screwed shut, his hands clenched at his sides as he resisted the urge to reach up and push your fingers away.

“I made it very clear what I expected of you. Your job was to obey. And you couldn’t even manage that.”

You quickly released their hair and moved to stand in front of them, neither of them able to meet your gaze.

“Jimmy.” You said his name with contempt and watched as he cringed, his eyes now trained on the floor. That wouldn’t do. Your hand shot out to grab his chin, forcing him to look up at you. “Started out so obedient for me, didn’t you, pup? You listened so well and I was so proud of you. Then what happened?”

You tugged roughly on his beard and he let out a whine, looking positively devastated.

“Drew McIntyre comes over and all that obedience just flies out the window. Being rude. Acting like you wanted to fight. Not even listening to me?” You shook your head in disappointment. “I couldn’t believe my Jimmy would act that way. My sweet, good boy…no, it shouldn’t have been possible. You’d think I’d pick up some random stray instead. Just some untrained mutt who can’t even obey simple commands.”

Your foot moved to press against Jimmy’s erection and Jimmy gasped at the feeling, his eyelids fluttering. You weren’t putting much pressure on it, but he jerked his hips forward all the same, chasing the friction your shoe provided.

“Poor thing.” You tutted, still keeping that firm grip on his beard as you looked down at him. “Not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, is there? Just acting on instinct, humping my foot like the needy dog you are.”

Jimmy’s cheeks flushed, trying to look away from you in embarrassment before you tugged on his beard again.

“You’re supposed to be my good boy. Supposed to set a good example for your little brother. Instead, I’m left with nothing but a feral mutt. One that doesn’t listen. One that isn’t even grateful for what’s given to him.”

Jimmy made a sound of protest and you curled your lip in warning.

“Piss me off more and I’ll find a cage to put you in. And maybe that’s where you belong. If you can’t do as you're told, you’re nothing more than a wild animal. Maybe I should start treating you like one.”

You finally released Jimmy’s beard and he let out a pitiful sound, the greedy thing still leaning forward to seek more of your touch. You dug your heel into his erection harder in warning, watching as he screwed his eyes shut, trying to resist the urge to move his hips forward.

“You’ll be punished for your disobedience tonight. It’s clear you need more training. Which is disappointing. I thought you were better behaved, pet.”

Jimmy bowed his head in shame, a small whimper escaping his throat when you finally removed your shoe and walked away. You turned your attention to his brother.

“And you,” Your tone held so much derision that Jey actually flinched, his head still bowed as he avoided your angry gaze. “I would say I’m disappointed, but at this point I shouldn’t even be surprised.”

You fisted a hand in his hair and jerked his head back, meeting his wide eyes with a sneer.

“Not as well-trained as your brother, I know, but I still had hopes. After all, you promised me, pup. Or did you forget that part?”

Jey suddenly seemed unable to meet your eyes, ashamed.

“Look at me.” You snarled, your grip so tight on Jey’s hair that you were certain you could pull it out by the root. Jey hissed in pain, arching his back at the feeling, but he still obeyed. His eyes were shining, though whether the tears were from the pain or guilt, you weren’t sure.

“You promised me multiple times that you’d be good. And even after your little outburst with the Street Profits, you promised me again. Is that what we’re doing now? Making promises we can’t keep? Going back on our word? I thought better of you, pet.”

Jey obediently maintained your gaze, even as tears began to spill from his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but you tugged on his hair again in warning.

“Speak without permission and you’ll regret it. You’re already getting punished. You don’t want to make it worse, do you?”

Jey shook his head, no matter how much it hurt his scalp, tears still sliding down his cheeks. He was so beautiful when he cried.

“What would you even say? I don’t want to hear anymore of your useless apologies. I gave you another chance, remember? You begged me for a second chance, promising me that you could be good. And what did you do?”

Your other hand came up to close around his throat.

“You threw it back in my face. Proved to me that you're nothing but a vicious attack dog with no manners and no training. A filthy mongrel that I should probably keep on a leash since he can’t even listen.”

He looked so devastatingly beautiful like this: his back arched, his puppy eyes shining with tears, his lips wet and open as he let out soft pants of breath. His Adam’s apple bobbed beneath your hand as he swallowed in fear, his body beginning to tremble beneath you. He looked so pathetic that almost let him go, a small part of you wanting to scoop him up and kiss his tears away. But you couldn’t. Not yet.

“But I suppose part of this is my own fault,” you sighed, releasing his throat. “You’ve spent so many years as these wild, feral things. No training. No one to keep you in line. I should have known it was too soon to let you out. I should have known I couldn’t trust you.”

You finally released Jey and stepped back, both of the twins now staring at you with what could only be described as desperation. Desperate for your touch, your attention, your punishment, your forgiveness. You could tell they wanted to speak - no doubt to offer you more apologies and promises - but it wouldn’t do them any good now.

“Stay.” You commanded, your tone firm.

The twins both nodded, bowing their heads as you moved behind them. You were searching for the little black box you’d hidden in one of your dresser drawers, the one that contained a purchase you’d made last week. You had intended to give them to the twins as a present, a reward for good behavior.

Once you finally fished out what you were looking for, you stepped behind Jey, enjoying the way he cowered in front of you, his head still bowed.

You reached out a hand and rested it against his tattooed chest, watching as his breath stuttered at your touch. You were tempted to grab at one of his nipples, just so you could hear him whine, but you resisted the urge, opting instead to slowly slide your hand up to his neck. You were pleased that he was relaxed and pliant for you, allowing you to curl your fingers loosely around his throat and lean him back to look at you. His cheeks were still wet with tears, his gaze up at you still pleading.

It wasn’t until you quickly buckled the collar around his neck that he moved, his body jerking in surprise at the feeling. You couldn’t help but chuckle, quickly swatting away the hands that reached up on instinct to touch the foreign sensation.

“There we go,” you cooed, ensuring that the collar was snug against his skin - not tight enough to choke him, but tight enough to be uncomfortable. “Just what you needed all along, isn’t it, doggie? Such a pretty collar for a pretty boy.”

Jey’s entire body flushed, his copper skin now a violent shade of red. You’d never seen him blush this hard before, his skin hot to the touch. He seemed impossibly embarrassed, unable to meet your eyes as you looked down at him. Still, you didn’t miss the way his erection jumped, a small bead of pre-come leaking from the tip before dripping onto the floor.

You smirked, releasing him before moving on to his brother.

Jimmy had been watching the scene with unconcealed nervousness, fidgeting uncomfortably when you moved up behind him. And when your hand snaked around him to grab at his throat he let out a whimper, his skin just as heated as his twin’s. You were quick to shush him.

“Shhh, it’s alright, sweetheart. This is what you’ve been begging for, isn’t it? A nice, pretty collar to show that you belong to someone. A reminder that you’re not that wild, vicious animal anymore.”

You dangled the pretty red leather in front of his face, appreciating the way his entire body seemed to blush even harder at the sight. Your eyes drifting down to his cock twitching against his stomach, a good reminder that he was enjoying this, no matter how embarrassed he was. You couldn’t help but chuckle, pressing a small kiss behind his ear.

“And you’ll wear this like a good boy, won’t you? Because you’re going to be my sweet, faithful pup again. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Jimmy, despite his embarrassment, offered you a small nod, obediently lifting his chin and allowing you to buckle the collar into place.

“Red is your color, pup.” You crooned, reaching out with your finger to trace the soft leather. “Looks perfect on you.”

Jimmy ducked his head when you tried to catch his gaze again, his bronze cheeks still burning with humiliation. You didn’t think he’d ever looked more beautiful. You wanted to tell him so, but you had to remind yourself that they had yet to be punished. There was a lesson to be learned here, one that you couldn’t undermine just yet.

You moved away to grab the leashes, quickly clipping them to both of their collars before they had a chance to react.

“Should have put these on you earlier tonight.” You mused, tugging gently on their leashes just to watch them flush an even deeper shade of red. It shouldn’t have been possible - you didn’t even know their skin could turn that color - but it was deliciously erotic, knowing just how embarrassed and humiliated they felt by this.

All for you. You almost felt drunk, the power you held over them positively intoxicating. To be the only person alive to see them like this felt like a gift. Something special to treasure forever. You were the luckiest woman in the world.

“Come.”

They didn’t even hesitate. They kept their heads bowed, unwilling, or perhaps unable, to look you in the eye as you forced them to crawl to you. And when they didn’t move fast enough you jerked roughly on the leash, watching with amusement as they both stumbled in their haste to crawl to where you sat at the edge of the bed.

“Sit.”

The command left no room for argument and they had no choice to obey. The twins both rested on their haunches, keeping their heads bowed to avoid your gaze. You reached out to grasp firmly at the D-rings of their collars, jerking them forward until they were looking you in the eye. Their cheeks were still beet red, but the pupils of their dark eyes were blown wide, arousal taking a front seat to the shame and humiliation. And when your eyes flickered down to their erections, you saw they were still hard as diamonds.

But were you really surprised? They’d made it clear they got off on this: the threat of punishment, the degradation, the humiliation. They craved this. That animalistic, primal urge inside them could finally be tamed by your dominant hand, their brains able to turn off and focus on only one thing: obey.

“Knew you’d look beautiful like this,” you breathed. “Collared and leashed. On your knees for the one person who can keep you in line. Right where you belong, aren’t you, pups?”

Jimmy let out a small whine, leaning forward to silently beg for more of your touch. Meanwhile, Jey could only nod, his eyes still shining with tears.

“I had wanted to reward you tonight.” you sighed, reaching out to trace the blue leather of Jey’s collar. You felt a profound sense of disappointment. They looked so beautiful. So sweet and submissive for you. You would have been content to sit here forever and pet them, watching as they sunk deeper and deeper into subspace, blissed out of their minds as you cooed about what good boys they were.

You dropped your hands from their collars with a sigh. But they weren’t good, were they? And that was the problem.

“It’s a shame.” You murmured, shaking your head in disappointment. “Such a shame.”

*****

You’d been edging them for hours now.

You had them both sprawled out on the bed, their leashes still firmly in your hand as you hovered over them, using your hands or your mouth to bring them to the precipice of pleasure just to deny them every time.

“How many was that, pet? Six? Seven? I’ve lost count.”

Jey let out a broken sob, burying his face into his arm in an attempt to hide his sweaty and tear-stained face. You were quick to push his arm away, offering him a smile as you leaned over to kiss his wet cheek.

“Don’t hide from me, baby. Go ahead, let it out. It’s okay.”

You swiped your finger across the slit of Jey’s angry cock, watching with amusement as he let out another sob at the feeling.

“Need to come so bad, don’t you, pup?” You ran your hands along his tattooed chest, appreciating the way the strong muscles trembled beneath your touch. “It’s a shame, really. I wouldn’t mind you making a mess for me, but only good boys who listen and obey get to come. And that’s not you, is it, pet?”

Jey looked up at you pleadingly, his large doe eyes so heartbroken that you almost felt sorry for him.

“It’s alright. I’ll be back to you soon. Got to let this cool off for a minute first.” You flicked Jey’s cock with your finger and Jey hissed, his eyes screwed shut at the feeling.

You smirked, moving with ease to straddle Jimmy’s lap. You leaned over the older twin, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead just to watch his eyelids flutter at your touch.

“Look at you.” You crooned, reaching up to trace your finger down his strong jaw. “Laying here and taking your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you.”

Jimmy let out a small whine, his eyes wide and desperate. And when you reached down to grab at his length, Jimmy’s entire body shuddered, a pained gasp falling from his lips.

“Does it hurt, puppy? Being touched like this over and over and not being allowed to come?” You gave a particularly vicious tug against his dick and Jimmy’s eyes screwed shut, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “That’s too bad. I would have let you come as many times as you wanted if you had been good for me. If you had listened to me.”

You continued your tortuous pace, watching him carefully. You were an expert at knowing just how far to push them, knowing just when to stop before they finally toppled over the edge. You had it down to a science now, your gaze watchful even as you continued to coo humiliating and degrading things in his ear.

“You should be grateful I even let you on the bed for this. I should have left you both on the floor where you belong. You see how kind and generous I am to you?”

When Jimmy didn’t answer, you tightened your grip on his cock, the feeling causing Jimmy to let out a broken sob of his own.

“I asked you a question, mutt. Don’t you have a kind, generous owner that takes good care of you?”

Jimmy quickly nodded, a small tear sliding from his left eye. You quickly licked it away, keeping yourself balanced on top of him as you continued to jerk him off.

“And you’re grateful, aren’t you? Grateful that I take all this time and energy to train you. God knows it’s not easy. Sometimes, I’m not even sure why I bother. As we saw tonight, you’re not exactly the fastest learner, are you?”

Jimmy’s body was beginning to tremble beneath you and you knew he was close, his breath coming out in short, frantic puffs of air. You quickly released him, denying him once again, and the sound Jimmy let out was heart-breaking, his palms pressing against his eyes in an effort to hold back his sobs.

“None of that.” You chided, pushing his hands away until he was staring up at you with teary, lust-blown eyes. “No hiding, pup. You’re going to take your punishment and you’re going to thank me for it. Understand?”

Jimmy gave a tearful nod and you smiled, leaning up to kiss his temple. “Good boy.”

You switched back and forth between the brothers a few more times, watching with satisfaction as they continued to rut into your hand and writhe against the mattress. You could sense when things were reaching their boiling point, both twins resisting the urge to openly sob as you continued to deny them over and over again.

You tugged on Jimmy’s leash, forcing him to look at you.

“Alright, pet. You have permission to speak now. Tell me, why are you being punished?”

Jimmy’s beautiful eyes were glassy and faraway, still shining with unshed tears.

“I ain’t listen.” Jimmy’s words were a hoarse whisper, his fingers curling into the sheets as he resisted the urge to bring his hands up to his face to hide from you. “I was supposed to be good and I wasn’t.”

You nodded encouragingly, still keeping your hand firmly wrapped around his now angry-looking cock.

“What else did you do, pup?”

Jimmy looked distressed. “I…I tried to fight. Even though I promised you I wouldn’t.”

“Mm hm.” You agreed, pumping up and down his shaft lazily. “And are you sorry?”

Jimmy was quick to nod, his gaze up at you suddenly very urgent. “Yes! I’m so so sorry. I ain’t ever gonna do it again. I promise. Imma be good. I’ll…fuck!”

Your hand was beginning to pick up speed again and Jimmy threw his head back against the mattress, letting out a moan.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch it.”

Jimmy struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure and pain turning his brain into mush. “I…I’m sorry.” He stuttered. “Please, I can be good. I promise.”

You hummed noncommittally, watching as his beautiful body began to contort and writhe beneath you as he was pushed to the edge yet again.

“And do you think you deserve to come?”

Jimmy’s chest heaved with effort, his eyes suddenly wild.

“Please, please, can I come? Please?”

You felt his cock begin to pulse beneath your hand and you quickly let go, Jimmy letting out a frustrated groan as you denied him again.

“Please! Please, I can’t…please let me-”

“I don’t think you deserve it.” You told him with a sneer, already moving away. “Let’s see if your brother can convince me.”

Jey certainly tried his best.

“Please, please, we both sorry.” Tears were still spilling down his cheeks, offering you his best puppy eyes. “We shouldn’t have gotten angry or tried to pick a fight. We should’ve listened to you.”

“We?” You echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Or just you?”

“We…I mean, I…we both…” Jey floundered, forcing his brain to focus even as your hand enclosed around his cock again, causing more tears to spring into his eyes. “Please!”

“Aw, sweetheart. Having trouble?” You cooed, starting out with tortuously slow strokes against his leaking cock. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re being punished, pet?”

Jey screwed his eyes shut. “I picked a fight!” He sounded desperate now, his hips bucking forward until you placed your other hand on his pelvis to hold him down. “I ain’t listen to you. I tried to fight Drew. I ain’t come when you call.”

You hummed your approval, your strokes picking up speed. “That’s good, puppy. Very good. Knew you could do it. And are you sorry?”

Jey was crying again, throwing one of his hands above his head to grab at the headboard. “Yes! Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please, can I come? Please, please, please.”

You denied him again, watching with a sadistic smile as Jey practically dissolved into the mattress, holding his face in his hands to hold back more tears.

“I just want to make sure I’m being perfectly clear.” You told them, settling between the two brothers so you could keep your hands on both of them. “I don’t give time or attention to brats. I only want sweet, obedient puppies who listen when given a command. Who come when they’re called. Who are grateful for what’s given to them.”

You had a firm grip on both of their cocks now, your eyes flickering between the two. “Because honestly I’m not sure that you are grateful. I could have just locked you in a crate and left you there like every other feral mutt who lashes out. Could have just caged these two pretty cocks instead of touching them like this.”

Your hands picked up speed as you stroked them and they both let out twin moans at the feeling.

“Instead I take the time to punish you. To train you up. And what’s the thanks I get? Two stubborn, disobedient pups who pick fights and refuse to listen. It’s hurtful. Makes me think I’m just wasting my time.”

You watched with satisfaction as both twins looked up at you in desperation, their eyes wild.

“No, no!” Jimmy shook his head vehemently. “No, we’re sorry! Please, we’re so so sorry.”

Jey quickly nodded in agreement, continuing to rut into your hand. “We’re sorry. Please, please give us another chance. Please!”

Your grip tightened on Jey’s cock and he threw his head back with a loud cry. “And where have I heard that before?”

They were both trembling now, trying so hard to hold off their release and be good for you. It wasn’t long before they began to beg. And they begged so prettily.

“Please, please, can I come?” Jimmy’s eyes were desperate. “Please, I’m sorry. I swear I’m sorry.”

“I can’t hold it, Mommy, please.” Jey sobbed. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise!”

They were just so sweet. So adorable. Despite all your bravado, you knew you couldn’t deny them any longer.

“Do you think you’ve suffered enough? Are you really sorry?”

Both twins nodded, still panting out a litany of “please” over and over again in their desperation. You were tempted to keep teasing them, but they looked so pitiful and miserable that you finally relented.

“Alright, sweet boys. I think you’ve suffered enough. Come for me.”

You watched in wonder as both twins came undone beneath your hands. Their eyes rolled back into their head as they began shooting off thick ropes of come across their stomach, much of it dribbling down into your hands as you continued to milk them. Their movements were practically in sync as they arched off the bed, their eyes screwed shut and their mouths open in ecstasy. The sounds they made were beautiful: low, creaky groans, half-bitten whines and whimpers. You couldn’t stop staring at their rippling muscles, their inked skin shimmering under a layer of sweat.

And when they finally finished, you watched as they collapsed against the mattress, completely spent and boneless. You slowly released them, Jey letting out a small hiss at the feeling while Jimmy just shivered, his eyes closed as he curled closer to his brother on instinct.

You were gentle as you cleaned them up, rubbing your hands across their sweaty bodies and cooing softly to them.

“Such good puppies for me. You took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you. My perfect, pretty boys.”

You felt a hand enclose around your wrist and when you looked up you saw both twins staring at you, their eyes still pleading. Jey gave a weak tug on your arm, a silent plea for you to join them on the bed, and you were quick to reassure him.

“I know, baby. I know.” You murmured. “Let me get you cleaned up first, okay?”

Jey let out a small whine and you continued to coo and fuss over them.

“It’s alright, honey. You both did so good for me. I knew you would. So obedient and sweet. I’m so lucky to have such pretty, gorgeous pets to call mine.”

You knew they lived for this type of praise, both of them seeming to relax more and more the longer you talked. And when you brought another warm washcloth out to wipe their tear-stained faces, they both nuzzled into your hand, desperate for more of your touch.

You unclipped their leashes from the D-rings of their collars and tossed them across the room. You then reached for Jey’s neck, intending to remove the collar, before his hand came up to push you away. You stopped, looking down at him in concern.

“What is it?” You asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t.” Jey’s voice was wrecked, the word coming out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

You didn’t understand, but now you were worried. “Don’t what, pup? Be a good boy and use your words for me.”

Jey looked up at you pleadingly. “Don’t take it off.” he croaked, his fingers reaching up to trace the leather around his neck. “Please.”

You frowned. “It’s tight, puppy. You need a break.”

Jey shook his head again, this time vehemently, and you could see tears forming again in his soft brown eyes. You felt a small seed of panic sprout in your chest and you were quick to reassure him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. I won’t take it off if you don’t want me to. You’re okay, baby. Just relax for me.”

You reached up to cup his cheek and Jey practically purred, nuzzling into your hand and licking at your fingertips in gratitude. You softened in understanding.

“Just want to belong to someone, don’t you, pet?”

Jey nodded, his large puppy eyes staring up at you in adoration.

You looked over at Jimmy, who was already recoiling at the thought of you removing his own collar.

“It’s alright, pet.” You murmured, reaching out your other hand to cup his cheek. “I won’t take it off if you don’t want me to. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

Jimmy quickly nodded, desperately meeting your touch with a small whimper. He reached out in an attempt to pull you closer to him and you gently pulled away.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’m almost done, okay? We’ll cuddle in a minute. I promise.”

Both twins made noises of protest and you were quick to shush them.

“None of that, now. Be good for me and let me take care of you.”

You quickly retreated so you could grab some water, ensuring that both of them sat up to drink as you continued to stroke their hair and coo sweet words of praise at them. It was only when you finally deemed them clean, comfortable, and safe that you finally climbed up onto the bed.

Their hands were on you instantly, pulling you down until you were sandwiched tightly between them. You watched with amusement as they both curled into your side, Jimmy nuzzling his face into your hair and Jey burying his face into the side of your neck. They were so much bigger than you, but they still looked so sweet and adorable like this, clinging desperately to you as you held them close.

They were quick to wrap their legs around yours, practically pinning you to the bed as they began peppering your face and neck with kisses. You giggled as Jimmy gave an affectionate lick to your cheek, Jey quickly mirroring his brother to offer a lick of his own to your nose.

“Sweet boys,” you laughed, reaching up to curl your fingers into their hair and lightly scratching against their scalp just how they liked. “So good for me, aren’t you, pups?”

Both twins nodded, continuing to press sweet kisses across every surface of your body they could find. They seemed so happy, making low sounds of contentment as you scratched behind their ears and pressed kisses of your own to their faces.

They were beautiful. They were perfect. And they were yours.

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Got My Baby Cryin’

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bo Sinclair x Fem!reader + mentions of Vincent

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓?: ✔️ @whatitshouldvebeen hope you like it pookie, sorry it took so long😗

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: NSFW❗️SMUT❗️dub/non-con, (DON’T READ THIS IF THAT IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU) ❕MDNI❕Use of degradation & praise, (mostly degradation sorry) mentions of blood & violence, pet names, canon!Bo, Stockholm Syndrome type situation, sub!reader, possesive!Bo, Dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), p in v, spit play, hatefucking

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Vincent decides to use you as his “muse” for a new wax figure in the Museum, and though it may be a sweet gesture to you Bo doesn’t think so. Not at all, and it’s obviously your fault. So who better to punish than you?

☽♢☾

You’re in the kitchen cleaning up after a night of blood pools and broken glass. One of the tourists who’d decided Ambrose was a cozy spot to fill his tank found out rather fast that it comes at a cost. His life being the payment.

Vincent’s sitting across the room from you at the table, his one blue eye seemingly studying your movements with a slight tilt of his head. His fingers toying one of his many sculpting tools between them, gaze burning into you. The silence deafening while you sit there on your knees, crimson spattered rag in hand scrubbing the creaky floorboards.

“You wanna take a picture Vince?” You snicker. Glancing up to catch his reaction but he’s stood upright now just inches away from your kneeling figure. “Goddamn!” You gasp, your hand pressed tightly to your chest.

“Didn’t even give me a chance to breathe! You’re seriously the fastest fucker I believe I’ve ever met.” You squeak playfully, Vincent’s grunt of approval making you giggle.

You’ve grown quite close to all three Brother’s, Lester a little less than Vincent but Bo more than either of them. And he makes sure the others know just how close you are. Your desperate cries for benevolence etched into the walls from the night he caught you lingering around longer than you should’ve. The scars he left then now littering your body and mind for as long as you can remember.

Your eyes fixated back to the task at hand. Fingers beginning to ache at how hard you’ve peeled the desaturated blood off the floor, you can’t help but wonder how many more will seep away to nothing more than a stain in the rotting wood beneath you. You shake your head, the thought rattling around for a moment but dissipating shortly after.

“Hey Vince, care to grab me another rag? This one’s about to start ripping at the seams-“

You practically choke on your words at the sight of Vince now knelt down in front of you, his smooth hand caressing the flush that’s crept onto your cheek. His thumb gently tracing the lines that are naturally imprinted into your skin as you sit there frozen.

Dumbfounded, you reach up and place your hand atop his. Searching for an answer internally and externally, what could he be thinking? Hopefully nowhere close to what you suspect considering his hobbies.

“Uh, Vince?” You ask softly, a lump formed so tight in your throat that you feel like you’re suffocating. He just stares back at you like every word you’ve spoke has fell upon deaf ears.

He signs “You’re lovely. Would take forever to sculpt such a pretty thing.” His demeanor flashing something more than just curiosity causing your jaw to tighten.

“Could use some practice if you’d care to pose for me. Be the perfect muse.”

He continued on, only increasing the gnawing anxiety in your gut. Among the flustered butterflies smacking against your rib cage. You knew Bo would be pissed if he ever caught wind of this, hearing or let alone walking in and seeing it for himself.

“Vince..” You pause. Your eyes flickering to the right, then the left. Oh shit.

Bo’s face is contorted with anger as his slanted figure stands positioned against the doorframe pulling you back to reality. You hurriedly push yourself off the floor, Vince scurrying backwards as Bo chuckles to himself. His presence unabated as it fills the room.

“Well, what’do we have here?” He mocks. Glaring at Vince first, then turning his half lidded eyes to meet yours, shooting daggers right through your chest.

Your heart pounds. His pupils are swallowing his irises whole. Used to he could disguise that look pretty well, but you’ve grown all to accustomed to the predator that’s always preying on you. The man who’s marked you in more ways than one that’ll last a lifetime.

“Bo, I can explain-“ You stammer. Voice barely amounting to a whisper but it’s silenced completely as Bo cuts you off.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bo barks, his voice gruff and threatening as he points a finger to you, daring a word to fall from your lips as he lunges at Vincent. Making him stumble back against the wall, his head hitting first as Bo’s hands clutch his shoulders to stand him still.

“You wanna explain yer’self?” Bo grumbled. “Or do I gotta beat it outta you first?” His fingers grip the fabric of his Brothers sweater, pulling him forward then ramming him back into the wall with a loud thud.

A muffled wince of pain strains behind Vincent’s mask, he raises his hands in reticence. Trying to deescalate the situation.

“Didn’t mean nothing by it. Only using her as means to create better, more realistic figures.” He signs. His one eye searching Bo’s for some sort of understanding, but all he gets is a sneer. Bo’s lip curling up into a cocky smirk as he drops Vincent’s shoulders.

“That so?” He snorts. “We both know that’s a lie. You’d be on’er like flies on shit if I’d let cha’ ya fuckin’ pest. Now git. I said git!”

Vincent storms out of the room and Bo runs a grease covered hand through his hair, a sadistic cackle bouncing off the walls as he turns around to find you cowered in the corner. Your eyes wide with fear as he saunters over.

“Awh, sweetheart. What’sa matter?” He taunts. Bending down in front of you, his cologne and the smell of whiskey flooding your senses. You try to find the words to say but they’re stuck. You’re stuck, you can barely think straight.

“I asked ya a fuckin’ question.” He snarls. His calloused hand claws at your jaw, his fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks roughly pinching your lips into a pout.

“I’m sorry- I just, I can’t..” You trail off, voice shaky as Bo’s hot breath fans over your face. His hand pulls you closer to him by the grip on your cheeks, a choked back whimper crackling in your throat.

“Can’t what?” He asked softly. His tone condescending but dripping with that honeysuckle Southern drawl that makes you weak in the knees.

Bo’s sharp tongue darts out to wet his lips and your eyes follow its movement. Nothing ever goes unnoticed when it comes to you like a cat with a mouse, he’ll let you think it’s safe to stray away and as soon as you do he’ll pounce and sink his teeth in without warning.

He taps your lower jaw with his fingertips. Your eyes squeezing shut as he leans in, his nose gently brushing against yours.

“Cat got yer’ tongue? Or you jus’ too busy thinkin’ bout Vince ta’ spit out an answer.” He tsks. Tongue clicking against his teeth as he jerks you upwards. His hand now snaked around your neck. Your feet slightly coming up off of floor. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you girl. Don’t get all shy now.”

You cough against the rigidity of his fingers delving into the sides of your throat, your eyes popping open and heartbeat thrumming in your ears, his lips now hovering above yours. You clasp your hand around his wrist as he peers down at your unnerved expression. A smug grin plastered on his pretty face.

“Bo- Fuck, please just stop.” You pant, each breath you take shorter and shallower than the next. A low sigh pulling from your lungs as he closes his hand tighter around your windpipe. You swear you could hear it crunching.

“Don’t think I will darlin.’ As a matter’a fact, think I’ll do whatever I damn well please.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, staring up at him through heavy lashes as your peripherals cloud with hazy darkness. A subtle pulsing between your legs causing you to shift, embarrassment bubbling up and spilling over as your body reacts to him, knowing it’ll only betray you further if you fight.

“You’ve been misbehavin’ a lot these past couple days sugar.” He purrs against the side of your face. His free hand coming up to grapple the dip in your waist causing your thighs to squeeze together a little too fast. Bo chuckles through gritted teeth.

“Think it’s time ta’ remind ya what happens when I let ya off yer’ leash. Since you’ve bitten off a bit more than you can chew.”

“I’ve not done anything, was just trying to clean. Honest.” You bleat. Tears trickling down your face. The thought of what he’s planning on doing to you raiding your already tattered mind. “Please- Don’t hurt me.”

Your lower lip quivers as his eyes glaze over you, your cheeks flushed a deep red and chest heaving. Awaiting your punishment as he stands there menacingly.

You can’t help but gawk at him. He’s got such pretty eyes, and his hands are so experienced yet so deadly. Who could possibly resist? You’re acclimated to this place, this man. You have nothing left to lose and nothing more to gain.

“S’a shame ya gotta be so desperate when I’m not around. Can’t leave ya alone for a second without you missin’ havin’ one in ya.” He slurs, his jaw tightening as he pushes his lips against the shell of your ear. Tongue tracing it lightly causing your body to shudder.

“My Brother can’t fuck you as good as I can”, He husked. “And I’ll be damned if I sit back and watch him try. ‘Specially when yer’ eager to please.” That snarky smile forming against your skin. “Nothin’ but a fuckin’ whore.”

Your heart is hammering. Legs wobbly, you’re lightheaded and on the brink of passing out as his fingers dance against your pulse points. But a piercing shot of air fills your lungs suddenly causing you to sputter and choke as he releases you. Your feet plant flat on the ground, a shaky hand frantically lacing itself around the handprint that now sits like a necklace on your throat. His hands fall at his sides with a huff as he tucks them into his pockets.

“I don’t think of Vince that way!” You yell at him, your voice broken and dry in your throat. Bo’s brooding facial features making your skin crawl as he rakes over your unsteady figure. “Yeah?” He belts out. His head dropping down and back up with a wolfish grin. “Bet yer’ soakin’ wet right now.”

Your stomach drops and your legs nearly give out. You know if he was to reach his hand between your legs and touch you right now his fingers would be drenched.

Bo inhales deeply through his nose. Letting out a long, breathless, sigh. “I can smell you. Ye’ ain’t hidin’ nothin’ from me.” He uttered. A deep growl rumbling in his chest as one of his hands fists your hair, gripping it hard between his fingers as the weight of his body is now flush against yours.

“Every. Fuckin’. INCH of this body is mine.” Bo snarled. His breathing loud and rugged, fuming with whiskey and desire. His grip on your hair stiff as a board, your scalp stinging from the force of him holding your head back.

“Bo- Bo, I’m sorry please? I’m yours, only yours.” You plead. Tears sliding off of your cheeks. The salty streams glistening down your neck and chest, staining your sternum. What a mess you are already. Poor thing.

Bo’s jaw cocks open like a boa constrictor and his tongue drags a long hot stripe up your jugular, catching your fear on his tongue. A groan seeping out of his mouth like blood from an open wound. Your teary eyes and battered body only making his already hardened cock strain against his zipper.

“That tight lil cunt between yer’ legs belongs ta’ me too. Ain’t that right honey?” He cooed. “So pretty when you cry’fer me like that.”

Fuck. He’s got you. He has you right where he wants you, where he always has you. Right on the edge of insanity and serendipity. You break pathetically at the slip of his knee between your legs, his muscular thigh pushing up into your core. The friction of his jeans alone makes you whine but it’s effortlessly snuffed out as Bo’s lips crash against your own.

Your head is fuzzy and your limbs are numb like venoms slithered beneath your skin through his saliva. Disintegrating you from the inside out as your lips move on their own accord.

“Yes Daddy.”

“You’re disgusting ain’tcha?” His eyes blown wide with lust and his hands full of rage he yanks you by your hair with one swift motion turning you around.

Your back arches and your face slams against the wall. The taste of copper filling your mouth is bittersweet as Bo’s free hand slides up the back of your thigh, your ass pushing back against it as his fingers hook into the fabric of your shorts pulling them to the side. Your body shifting at the chills that rip their way up your spine. Run rabbit run, you won’t make it far.

“Look at that.” Bo panted, watching the arousal that’s bubbled and weeped out from your core spread and string to the outside of your lips with each buck of your hips.

“Fuckin’ pathetic ain’t it? Gettin’ all hot’n bothered by someone who kills for a livin’?” He chided, his middle finger swiping through your folds in a downwards motion grazing your clit. “Y’should be ashamed of yourself girl.”

You should be. You should be fighting this, fighting him. Running as far as your tired body could carry you, but no. Instead a moan rolls off of your blood slathed tongue earning the tip of Bo’s ring finger circling the edges of your entrance. “Please?”

“Please what?” Bo asked well aware of the answer. His one digit quickly turning into two as he pushed them inside you down to the second knuckle. Angling them upwards, rubbing against that spongy spot that has you speaking his name like a prayer worthy of an altar.

You squeaked in response. Hips plummeting backwards to plunge them as deep as they’ll go, your walls fluttering around them. Relief, relief, relief.

“Ah ah!” He scolds. “Who the fuck told ya ta’move huh?” You pout as your desperate attempt to give yourself what you didn’t ask for comes to a halt. Bo’s left hand vigorously rips itself from your scalp, scraping his jagged nails down your spine as he traces the vertebrae, a bruising grip now glueing you in place.

“Dirty fuckin’ slut”, he groans. “Fuckin’ yer’self with my fingers like a bitch in heat.” You revel in the disgusting sounds of your juices splashing onto his wrist as his fingers twist inside you. His voice cracking you open and leaving you helpless. The pleasure that’s jolting through you lights you on fire, your legs trembling and your stomach tightening. Unable to fight the biting urge to be filled to the brim with him.

“Oh my God- I want your cock. Need it.” You babble, almost incoherently as your moans turn into sobs. Bo hums low in his throat adding a third finger and you clench hard. The agonizingly slow stretch of your walls making you mewl. “That’s right sweet girl. Let me hear ya beg proper.” He licked his lips and spit a wad of saliva onto your cunt. Pulling his fingers out to smack through your folds harshly, eliciting a string of curses to fall from your swollen lips.

Your legs buckle as your knees go to give out but Bo catches you by your hips. Your head starts to spin as the sound of his zipper sparks every nerve, every fiber of your being. You tilt your head back to catch a glimpse of him, his eyes lock onto yours and his eyebrows knit together. “Fuck ya lookin’ at me for?”

Your jaw quivers with adrenaline as your head is slammed into the wall once more. Fingers digging into the supple flesh of your love handle, his cock now pressed firmly against your pussy from underneath. The tip grinding against your clit with ease as he collects your juices by rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

“I know why”, he rasped. “Cause yer’ a cock hungry whore. Ain’t that right sugar?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Whad’ya want?”

“Want- I want..” You stutter and before you can even think a loud, pornographic, moan echoes out of your lungs as he pushes himself inside you with one deep thrust. Your walls clenching as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, the pain and pleasure sending you into a frenzy. “Oh- Oh my fucking GOD! Bo, Bo, please!”

You could cum right here but you know better. You know the fullness you feel right now will cease and the emptiness that gnaws at the back of your skull will replace it instead.

“Ah fuck, that’s right honey. I’ll be yer God.” Sinful, abomination, blasphemy. “Pussies s’fuckin’ tight baby.” Bo groans and your head starts to pound. His fingernails biting at the skin on your hipbone as he picks up a relentless pace, your ass bouncing off of his hips deliciously with each thrust. Face repeatedly scraping against the withering wood pricking the rosy parts of your cheeks leaving them hot and raw.

He reaches his hand to your mouth and you open. Tongue darting out to wrap around his fingers but he jolts his hips upwards and you cry out. His middle finger hooking into the side of your jaw, stretching your mouth out as he fucks you stupid. “Fuck, fuck-“ Your eyes flutter shut as fresh tears fall and he wipes one off with his thumb. The taste of his skin setting your twisted desire for him into overdrive and your stomach churns as the familiar coil starts to tighten and thrash through you.

“No use in cryin’ bitch”, he growled. His balls slapping against your clit and his head now resting in the crook of your neck from behind, his canines scraping your pulse that vibrates against his lips. “Wasn’t sad when Vince was on his knees droolin’ all over ya, or when he touched you. Ya fuckin’ liked it.”

Your pussy throbs and your hands grab at the wall in front of you helplessly. Nails chipping and teeth baring as he pounds into you. You’re not going to last much longer. How could you?

“No. No, no-“ You sob and he rips his fingers from your lips roughly, slathering your own saliva all over your face. Clasping his big hand over your mouth and nose, your eyes roll back and your cunt coats his cock in spurts as he slams his hips into you. In, out. In, out. Hard and deep strokes till your body goes limp and your moans turn to mush in your brain.

“Shut yer fuckin’ mouth cunt. Open up wide for me. Yeah just like that.”

Bo almost whines as his thrusts become sloppy and your juices drip down his thighs. His own orgasm picking him to pieces as your pussy sucks him in so eagerly. Regardless if you want it, he knows you can’t deny him. You won’t deny him. You’re his and only his and he’ll make sure you never forget it. If he has to shatter every sliver of hope that you cling too by God he will. And you’ll beg him for more each time.

“S’good for me when ya wanna be darlin’,” he cooed. Making your heart sink and your body ache to be anywhere but here in this moment though you yearn for it when he’s not looking. Fucking stupid fuck.

He kicks your legs open farther with the toes of his boot thudding against your ankle. Almost knocking you off balance as he jerks you back into him, you can feel his cock pulsating as he finally paints your walls white with his cum. Your body basically lifeless as he ruts inside you, mumbling curses and sweet nothings into your ear. And no matter how much you plead with yourself to remember who he is, the invisible noose he has tied around your neck reminds you who you belong too. Who you’ll always belong to. You’re swallowed whole.

Bo pulls out and immediately tucks himself back into his boxers as you stand there with his spend dripping out of you and onto the floor, inner thighs slick with a disgusting mixture of your cum and his. “Get cleaned up”, he grumbled. Throwing a random dirt tinged rag onto the floor in front of you.

“Want yer ass back in the kitchen in 5 or I might have ta get Vince back in here. Show him how a real man takes care of what’s his.”

With a wink and a satisfied grin Bo disappears into another part of the house. Leaving you in the same way he found you. Weak at the knees and starving for something to heal the wounds you mindlessly reopen every time he’s around.

[jinatmidnight]

Kim Seokjin Kink Headcanons 🌶️🔥

This is not soft dom Seokjin anymore. This is “you’re tied up, overstimulated, and begging in five minutes flat” Seokjin. He gives ✨domestic Prince✨ on the streets, but I just know he's hiding some spicy chaos behind those eyes. Let's talk kinks babes 😌

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader (Gender Neutral or F!Reader – specify as needed)

Rating: +18 NSFW / Explicit

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, domestic! smut, orgasm control, kink content, dom Jin, power play, praise kink, oral, mirror sex, size kink, choking, power play, possessiveness, voice kink, praise kink, slight brat-taming, semi-public teasing, mild degrading praise, dirty talk, general filth. Minors, do not interact❗️

Degradation + Praise mix:

He knows when to call you his “good little slut” and when to whisper “that’s it, baby, just like that.”

"You'll take what I give you, won't you? Because you like being used."

And if you moan louder after that? Oh, he’s gonna push further.

“Look at you — a drooling, cock-drunk mess. Fuck, I love it.”

Daddy Kink (heavy):

He’s not asking you to call him daddy. He’s telling you to.

“Say it. Say who makes you feel this good.”

Once you do? Game over. He switches into full possessive, protective, dominant mode. You’re his baby, and he takes care of his baby — by fucking you so deep you forget your name.

And when you’re being a brat?

“What did you just say to Daddy?”

Cue: spanking, forced eye contact, and being stuffed full until you apologize with tears in your eyes.

Size Kink (it’s giving TOO MUCH):

Let’s be real. Jin’s tall, broad, and his hands are big for a reason. He is known for his KING-SIZED COCK. He lives for how small you feel under him, in his lap, in his bed — and especially how you stretch around him.

“So tight. You’re struggling, aren’t you? But you’re taking it. Such a good girl for Daddy.”

He’ll push in slowly, watching your face contort, then grip your hips and sink in deeper just to hear that desperate gasp.

Bonus: he LOVES watching the bulge. Literally points it out.

“Look. You see that? That’s me.”

Bunny vs Wolf energy:

Yes, he’s calling you bunny. Because that’s what you are to him — soft, cute, easily pinned down and wrecked.

“Little bunny’s shaking. You like when Daddy’s rough with you, huh?”

Then he’ll flip you, fold you, and ravage you like you’re prey.

Bondage (and denial):

Wrist cuffs. Thigh restraints. A spreader bar if he’s feeling extra. He loves watching you struggle — just a bit — to close your legs while he teases you to the edge and stops.

“Don’t cry, baby. You’ll cum when I say so.”

And he says so… eventually.

Petplay (light):

Nothing hardcore — but call him “master” and watch his eyes go dark. He’ll put a collar on you with a leash, just to lead you to the bed.

“On your knees. You know your place.”

Then he’ll fuck you like he owns you — because in that moment? He does.

Spit kink:

He lives for spitting in your mouth. Slow, eye contact, full dominance.

“Open. Be good for me.”

And if you hesitate? He’ll smirk. Spit on your chest instead and make you beg for another chance.

Temperature play:

He’s experimental. Candle wax on your thighs. Ice cubes down your chest. His mouth following the contrast.

“Sensitive now, aren’t you? Let’s see how much more you can take.”

Rough edging + overstimulation:

It’s not just “one more.” It’s “don’t stop until you’re crying from how good it feels.”

“Look at this — trembling, begging, fucked out. And I’m still not done.”

Hands, toys, oral — he’ll ruin you three ways from Sunday.

D/s roleplay scenarios:

Professor/student. Boss/assistant. Fake punishment over something ridiculous. But he plays mean.

“Oh, you forgot your lines? Guess I’ll have to discipline you — hard.”

And you’ll never forget again.

Breathplay (light, controlled):

Hand around your throat, not squeezing — just enough to make you feel owned.

“So pretty like this. All mine.”

And when you moan? He’ll press just a little harder.

Humiliation kink:

Public teasing under the table. Vibrating panties at a dinner party. Or just filming you crying through your orgasm and playing it back.

“Look at how desperate you are. Such a filthy little thing.”

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[tryandbehappy]

At this point… some of you (thank you ♥️) keep telling me there are signs in the episode, that June still deeply loves Nick,that she’s suffering, and that all the lines spoken around her are actually about him that everyone sees how much she’s hurting, but she’s in denial, wearing her metaphorical white coat, and her psyche is protecting her.

That it’s easier for her to say, “he deserved it” than to admit that she let the man she loved die.

And maybe… maybe that’s true. Maybe I just need to gather some strength and finally watch the finale.

But fuuuuck— this is still not the ending I wanted.

What I wanted — was closure. I wanted her to finally say it out loud. To own it. To say:

“Yes, I loved him. God, I loved him.”

“It was something beautiful.”

“I’m forever grateful to him — he saved me, with his love, his warmth.”

“But in the end, he stayed in Gilead. Maybe he chose it, maybe he couldn’t escape.”

“We lived in different worlds. We never had a chance.”

Even that would’ve been enough. But instead, we get this image of her as a coward arrogant bitch in denial

Because let’s be real: people don’t fall out of love that fast especially not when someone dies.

In fact

When someone dies, it rips you open. You mourn. You grieve. You forgive. You remember only the most important parts. That’s how the mind works. You don’t just erase the love you feel it stronger. You realize how much they meant to you.

So yeah, I just… I hate this direction.

If he had to die, then his death should’ve been the catalyst for June’s realization. It should’ve been the moment where she finally accepts the truth: that she loved him deeply. Like omg that hurts so much I can’t deal with it. I’m lost and empty

Because she did love him. Let’s not rewrite history now.

❗️❗️❗️She cried every single time someone said his name. She cried when she thought he was with another woman. She was always ready to kiss him, always pulled toward him.

So no I don’t accept that him stepping onto that plane was some kind of giant betrayal that broke her love. Especially when she knew he had a wife and child in Gilead.

She’s forgiven so much worse. She’s forgiven people who raped her, beat her, threw her on the floor, stole her children, spat cruel words in her face.

And now we’re supposed to believe she draws the line at Nick (staying for his child)? Because she imagined some cruel life he led?

No. Absolutely not.

People don’t judge others for the lives they imagine they had. They judge what’s been done to them directly. And Nick never hurt her. Not once.

What did he do? Drive some commanders around? Sit in a few council meetings? There’s not a single on-screen action that justifies hatred. What did she imagine him doing?

Even the one thing people and writers throw at him, the Mayday plan he didn’t give the order, he didn’t know the women would be killed, he didn’t shoot anyone.

So yeah. I’m disappointed. Because I truly expected that this show — finally —would say it. Would make it canon. That she loved him. That it mattered.

Instead, they threw us more bones. More hints. Like they always have.

And yeah, once upon a time, that was fun. All the clues, the meaningful glances, the loaded silences.

But now? In the final chapter? That’s not enough. That’s not closure. That’s cowardice (of the writers to begin with)

They were too scared to give us the truth so they covered it in silence and her denial. Again.

And I’m just so tired.

[melodic-haze]

I WAS WAITING FOR THE ASKBOX TO BE OPENED AGAIN WOOHOO…

anyway. How about a belly bulge from a strap with Robin? Like, trying out different straps with Robin and the one is bigger then the bigger belly bulge on her stomach is!!!

-🐿️

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Robin x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a strap but that's probably evident HAHAHA, squirting

☆ — NOTES: I JUMPED ohhh 🐿 how I love your mind ik you sent this when I last opened my askbox I'm so sorry it took this long 💀💀💀💀💀

I went crazy insane before sitting down to write this bc HOLY FUCK

For the record I'd like to think that this was Robin's initial idea. She got way too curious and decided to just maaaybe suggest experimenting with sizes :3

And maybe she wants to see how it feels to be stuffed silly but shhh you don't need to know that (you probably already know LOL)

You start with a smaller size before buying new ones that are bigger than the last......but you just can't help but notice that whenever you both look around the site for another one, she always seems to linger at a particularly large one before you gently nudge her and snap her out of whatever train of thought she was in

So you end up buying that exact one in secret before surprising her, in which case?

The moment you revealed your 'mystery gift', you find that you've never seen Robin's eyes practically sparkle this much in such a peculiar way; it shined with a humorous mix of surprise, amusement and heated desire.

"Is this..?"

"I've noticed your eye on it more than once—for a multi-talented performer, you're not exactly discreet," you joked.

She smiles bashfully, "I suppose I've let my excitement show once or twice..."

"Really."

She laughs in that melodic tone you've easily grown to love, "Oh, hush, you!"

But then her eyes drift back to the new toy you've bought her.. and her hand idly strokes the false appendage, the size comparison between it and her hand being.. definitely something.

You hadn't even realised you were staring at her (and her movements) until you heard her clearing her throat, "Y-Yes? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

She gives you a light smirk, the wings on her head lightly flapped as if it were tittering, "I was going to ask if you'd like to try it out on me but if you're preoccupied with something, then-- mmph! ..Mm..."

You had silenced her with a quick yet deep kiss, the dildo pressing down on both your stomachs and earning you an excited moan before you drew back, "Was that enough of an answer for you, angel?"

"Mhm..." Her hand went to feel the toy leaning on her stomach, as if a prelude for the real event, "More than satisfactory."

Oh god when you get down to it, it's like she's absolutely hypnotised. Robin's DEFINITELY a lot more, for the lack of a more eloquent term befitting for such a lovely lady 🥰, sluttier and you've found that out for a bit now, but you've never seen her like this—all that's happening right now is Robin blowing you and yet it's as if she's already so dumb and eager as she drools on your cock. Can't even fit it in her mouth, what's the chance that she'd fit in her cunt????

Turns out she's determined to have you (and your new toy) inside of her no matter what 🤷‍♀️ gotta respect the woman's perseverance 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

She winces when you try to put it in at first (with a LOT of questioning her beforehand about whether she's sure she can handle it, which she says she can but still) and you take your time with it, letting her adjust to the stretch little by bit. Something inside her wants you to just shove it all in but she 1) knows better and 2) doesn't want to worry you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

It takes a while but when you finally bottom out inside her she is WEAK AS HELLLLLLL❗️❗️ Her eyes are half-lidded, her breaths fast, drool gathering on the corner of her mouth.......oh she's already gone and you haven't even started moving yet

The moment you do though??? Ohhh boy oh boy oh BOYYYYYYY her wings are a DEFINITE tell on how she's feeling. With the way they're flapping and twitching as you piston her deeply, you can easily say she was enjoying it ☺️

And alsooo the moment you've all been waiting for :33333

You had been so distracted with your Halovian lover's reactions that you almost didn't notice the very noticeable bulge on her...

Oh. Oh.

"Robinnn..." You cooed with a clear smirk on your lips, "I'm sure you can manage to look down here, right? It'll be worth it."

You accentuate your point further by gently grazing your hand onto the evident bulge on her stomach disappearing and reappearing every time you plunged the strap inside her. She looks down at the feeling with unfocused eyes before they widen at the realisation...

And then you push.

The reaction you get is one you wish you recorded for preservation—she screams as her nails claw on the sheets underneath her, hips shaking up and pushing herself even further into your cock. The tip ends up hitting a particular spot and her eyes roll back as you feel some sort of pressure hitting onto your strap.

The moment you pull out, a jet of liquid squirts out and hits you and the strap both. It takes a while before her orgasm actually starts to recede.

...

And you need her to do that again, you resolve within yourself, as you use the wings on her hips as handlebars and pull her back on your dick without a warning.

You don't stop for a while, that much is clear

Yk what else is clear? That Robin's a SIIIIZE QUEEEEEN I love her 🥰🥰🥰 She's soooo stretched out and fucked out by the end of it and yk what the best part is???

She makes sure to show you just how much she appreciates her very big gift in any way you'd want ☺️☺️

She's gonna have so much fun the day after when she goes to work ahahahah no fr I'd say jokes but I'm really not. She'll think about what you've done and what you now have and she'll feel her pussy clench as she gets distracted by her own thoughts when she REALLY shouldn't be 😭

[thesweetnessofspring]

Mutual you know I love you and respect your opinions but I just CANNOT get behind you hating on Katniss being related to the covey 😭 what did she do to you????❗️

Look I totally get not wanting everything to be interconnected and like "fate" and stuff because part of the value of THG is that there's no chosen one. So like I understand and appreciate and enjoy that reading of it

But I don't think Katniss being covey ruins that? I think it's more to show the same group of people being routinely oppressed over and over again. Not to mention 12 is a small district, so I guess it just doesn't bother me so much. But I'd love to hear more of your opinion

I don't like it because:

There are NO INDICATIONS of Katniss being Covey from the original trilogy. Maude Ivory and Katniss both being quick to learn new music was put in during TBOSAS, but other than the songs, there is no other definite evidence of the Covey even existing. And because Katniss seemingly knows nothing about the Covey, I genuinely hate the idea that a Covey-Mr. Everdeen never shared his culture with her, other than songs, which don't necessarily have to be limited to the Covey's culture anyway. And before anyone mentions the lake or woods, TBOSAS says other people went there too, Francis is the one who made the movie say only the Covey knew about it but that's not canon. There is a fiddle player from 12 in MJ, so if he were Covey, where are Mr. Everdeen's instruments? Where is a hint of a Covey name for Katniss or Prim (like maybe just a ballad or just a color, something inconspicuous but important)? I can accept a culture being snuffed out/going way underground in 12 without Katniss knowing about it and thus we only get the smallest clues about its existence, but I can't accept that her father was part of that culture and didn't share it with his kids or even leave any clear indication it was part of him. Especially when he works such a dangerous job and his death could mean all memory and knowledge of his people might disappear. And I mean, he was willing to sing The Hanging Tree so it's not like he wasn't willing to risk giving his children forbidden knowledge.

As you mentioned, the whole "fate" thing. Lucy Gray was rigged to be reaped, but Prim was random chance. It shows you can do everything "right" (i.e. not be made a target by the Capitol, not take out tessarae, be the youngest age with the least amount of slips) and random odds don't care. You can be reaped. I see Katniss being Covey making the "it was rigged for Prim to be reaped" theories happen all over again, like Snow knew and wanted to kill off the Everdeen line. Now, in TUC, Suzanne plays with the idea of if something is fate or our own choices, so I can see a similar theme play out in the background here if a reader chooses to explore it. Was there some kind of fate that Lucy Gray used to bring about Katniss and Peeta going into the Games together? But I don't like the idea of it being a bloodline thing. I'd rather it be from Katniss's merit, like Lucy Gray's ghost observed her in the woods and chose her to be the Mockingjay and knew that Peeta would be the one to get her there as he is Snow's foil.

A non-Covey Katniss still shows that the same people are oppressed over and over. D12 is as a whole, even the merchants, though they certainly benefit from certain privileges those in the Seam don't have. But Katniss, who is Seam, is incredibly oppressed as well, as have the generations before her. And again, saying that Prim being reaped and Katniss going into the Games shows that one group (the Covey) is a more oppressed group supports the "Prim's reaping was rigged" theory that is such bullshit.

I don't see anything being gained in terms of the themes. Katniss may be a "chosen one" in a sense, but she was a girl who loved her sister, and Rue, and Peeta, and got caught up in being the Mockingjay. Making her Covey turns her into a traditional "chosen one" and it just does not jive with the theme of THG or Katniss's character at all. If the Capitol is built on the same 15 families having power, then why would that be replicated in the rebellion with the Covey being the "chosen ones" to bring down Snow? As if because Lucy Gray was betrayed by Coriolanus, those of her people are the ones who must take him down as well. Not because Katniss and the districts have been oppressed and so it's something she feels bound to do as a duty to the people, as she realizes in MJ. Katniss was used by some of those powerful families, but she wasn't powerful in that way. Making her Covey gives her extra mythology that goes against this idea and makes her "special" even if she wasn't special until that Reaping Day.

The fact that the district is small is why I'm not bothered by Haymitch and Mrs. Everdeen having some kind of history (it's there in CF, so it is an original part of the story) or even if Mr. Everdeen makes an appearance! I'm from a big city but it's wild hearing how some of the older generations in my circle are connected and now that I'm an adult, knowing about the relationships and drama that happened to my older siblings' cohort (especially as their kids are now becoming teens and learning some of that history). Life does connect in interesting ways! My personal favorite theory is that Mr. Everdeen hung around the Covey and learned music from them (maybe Haymitch was even a little intimidated thinking Lenore Dove would prefer Mr. Everdeen to him?) but making Mr. Everdeen's connection a family connection (blood or adopted) really sinks the themes of the original and Katniss's role.

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[SDV] "The Nightingale"

Give your thanks to anon!

Summary: You didn't expect leaving the life of an assassin to be easy. But upon arriving to Pelican Town to take care of your late grandfather's farm for a time, the dream became more and more tempting by the passing season, especially when a steadily blossoming romance was another factor.

Warning(s): [AU where the Farmer/Reader is an assassin and not a former Joja employee] Jio is a lil' gentler in this fic (still blunt though),❗️Explicit scenes where the Reader kills members of her organization❗️(Nothing too gorey though), Gentle sex, Fade-To-Black One-sided attraction low-key (The reader likes Jio more than Jio likes the reader), Jio still has sex with them out of curiosity though.

Side Note(s): God I love former assassin tropes. I had to take extra time on this one since I was in the mood for writing a bit of a short storyline, but I hope you like it anon!

P.S: Sorry that this may not be *exactly* how you wanted it anon. I had a narrative in mind and I just ran with it 😔

“The life as a Nightingale is one that is to be lived amongst the shadows. From now on, you live only to serve this organization and to never yearn for a life amongst the sun again.” 

The life of a Nightingale was...lonely.

When you were of age, this was the oath you had taken. It was a harsh one but, this life amongst the dark underbellies of society was the only one you had ever known.

Your parents were assassins, from the day of your birth, all you had known was the shadows and the oath they had taken, never once being allowed to think of walking amongst the common population. You weren’t afforded the opportunity to attend regular school and instead attended night school where every student in the school’s population was in a similar situation to yourself, a life where circumstances were…unusual, to say the least. It was hard to make friends, and when you did, you weren’t allowed to keep them. The chance to go on field trips sounded like something out of a fairytale and when you had finally graduated night school, the opportunity to go to college wasn’t afforded to you. 

Combined with the years of learning how to wield different weapon types, to the point where you could find a way to make a weapon out of a mere stick if you so wished. Not to mention learning different killing strategies such as the usage of poison, the use of allergens or other people around you if need be. 

Becoming a Nightingale was a given, and when you swore to abide by the Nightingale’s oath. It was an all too easy choice to make. Since then, you’ve been a walker of the shadows. You had taken out targets from all walks of life, from the humble poor man to elites whose pockets hung so low that you feared it touched the core of the very Earth. Because of this, you’ve dabbled in every type of illegal activity you could think of, some activities taking you places such as underground cities where the “common” law was flipped upside down to gang-run territories where each step you made could have easily been your last. 

Yet each and every single time, you completed your mission professionally and without too much trouble aside from a few new scars lining your body.

You never dared to dream much less think of life outside the realm of the Nightingales. You couldn't dream of a different scenario! One that wasn't rife with death and blood, shadows and silence. Where, instead of a bright moon looming above your head, there was instead a great yellow ball of fire. So, one night, when your leader had called you into their quarters to discuss your next job, you didn't have a mind to think of this job as too different than the other ones you had undertaken until...the location's name was spoken.

"You'll be taking a target known as 'Mr. Qi' located in Pelican Town."

Pelican Town? You had to repeat the name over in your head at least three times to really let it settle in. The name of the location wasn't something that whispered a more nefarious nature, nor did it strike you as a place that was familiar in the realm of drugs, gang activities, or trafficking. No, instead, it struck you as a place where you'd go fishing or maybe even farm a few plants here and there.

"It's a farming town out east. Nothing dangerous there aside from some monsters. You're to research the whereabouts of your target and kill him, he's an elusive bastard."

You cocked your brow. "And what will be my disguise?"

Your leader chuckled gruffly. "Guess."

Your gaze narrowed, racking over your brain for ideas until your jaw dropped slightly. "A farmer?"

"Inconspicuous, there's plenty of farmers there and a new one coming into town won't be unusual." Your leader sighed before they pushed themselves from their desk and went to their bookshelf, your eyes following the way their hands trailed over their collection of books and notebooks before they landed on a single parchment of paper. When the paper was handed to you, you took it with a single nod of thanks before you opened it. "Your late grandfather was a farmer, apparently, he wished to give some land over to you but your parents were against it."

You had heard conversations here and there when you overheard your parents talk late at night. However, all you understood was that your father didn't want you to go into the life of farming, that it was a waste of your potential and talents as another future addition to the Nightingales. Perhaps he was right, you'd never know but...you wouldn't deny that the idea of going to a farming town unnerved you a little. "I can't farm."

"You won't, you'll simply find the target and slit the bastard's throat. You'll return here and then get your payment per the usual. This is no different from your other jobs." You had a mind to argue but the leader's word was law. If they were to say that you needed to throw yourself from a cliff then you wouldn't have a single choice but to obey. But, this farming town was nothing more than that. A farming town.

No danger nor enemies to look over your shoulder for. No having to nearly throw yourself into the arms of death in an effort to get closer to your target or to simply get within better range of killing your target. The objective was simple, pretend to be a farmer and research the whereabouts of this 'Mr. Qi', once you had his blood on your hands and dagger, you'd collect evidence of his death and return back to your home amongst the shadows.

Nothing would be any more different than how things used to be.

"I'll be back soon," Was your eventual answer, stuffing your late grandfather's letter into your pocket. Your leader responded with a stoic nod before he dismissed you with a wave of your hand. "Report to the bus stop tomorrow night, you'll have someone waiting for you. Don't be late."

. . .

From then on...the rest was a blur, strangely enough.

When you had arrived in Pelican Town, under the sun no less. You had a pair of people waiting for you, an older man and a woman. Robin and Lewis, the mayor of the town. They were...friendly, and strange, but...this town was full of nothing but simple townsfolk and farmers. They commented on how they assumed no one would ever take your late grandfather's old farm and that they had bids from all over from people who wanted to take the place for themselves! The farm itself was a mess, with overgrown shrubs, and trees as far as the eye could see.

Creatures and critters made their homes in different spots on the farm too, for the past few days, you had spent time just trying to chase them all out! You weren't accustomed, much less ready for this life at all. It was like throwing a fish onto land and expecting them to excel without any training or adaptation prior. Yet you managed, when the farm was decent to the eye and you had planted a few crops to further sell the look, you then begun the process of looking for your target.

And, as if the world itself were mocking you, you only ran into more issues.

A wizard watched over the valley, the community building was in shambles and you were seeing jumping apples. People bothered you and talked to you at every turn, seeming not to understand that you had a job to do! These townsfolk were hopeless, you wondered how they managed to get on for so long without being dragged into the mud via monsters or their own incompetency yet.

'A mixture of the local wizard and Adventurer's Guild' You thought.

And the Adventurer's Guild...that was a totally different story.

Before you had even realized it, you had been within the town for months. You arrived in spring and suddenly, it was nearing the end of summer, the slight chill in the air already beginning to whistle along to signal the changing of the seasons. A job had never taken you this long, were you off your game? Or had you become busy with boring farm work all of a sudden? Or...perhaps you should stop distracting yourself with the whims and festivities of the townsfolk, however...they were so friendly. Even when you were so cold to them at the beginning, when you first arrived in town, you'd scowl and tell them that you weren't interested in mild chit-chat. Whenever you'd visit the Saloon in an effort to try and obtain more information on your target, people would try to talk to you and get to know you! In return for their efforts? You'd either ignore them or order them to leave you alone.

Now? You were starting to enjoy their conversations.

The way they'd show up at your doorstep with nothing but friendly intentions and gifts. The friendliness was nearly overwhelming, you had friends, for the first time in your entire life. Life amongst the shadows, surrounded by nothing but death and blood...quickly, you were beginning to prefer life under constant daylight and warmth. And your love for the daylight only grew when you had, one day, decided to wander into the forest that grew just outside Ridgeside Village.

It was peaceful and quiet, nothing but birdsong and the sound of a waterfall in the distance. And— "I know you're there." You said when you had stopped in front of a pond to admire the strange fish that only this village's waters contained. The stranger that decided to hide himself in the shadows of the trees...he was shocked, when he heard the news that the grandchild of the late farmer of that abandoned farmstead was coming to the valley. His lady had told him and the others to keep an eye on the newcomer. Yet rumors from Pelican Town, as well as the way you carried yourself the moment you stepped into the Ridge, said that you weren't simply a newcomer who only sought after trying to restore their relative's farmland.

Thus, the ninja decided to answer. "You saw me?" He asked.

"It was easy enough, I'm used to having to pick things out of the darkness." You answered before you turned around, only for your jaw to drop ever so slightly when the stranger had come into the light. Tall, with light brown hair that only seemed to become even lighter when exposed to the rays of the sun. Although a mask covered the lower half of his face, it wasn't hard for you to tell that he was handsome while the rest of his outfit made it clear that he wasn't a normal civilian of either Ridgeside Village or Pelican Town. And that wasn't all— "Your ears...are you an—"

His brow rose, his hand instinctively reaching to cover his ear despite the fact you had already seen the true nature of them. You were capable of sensing that he was watching you, not to mention being able to see the true nature of his ears? His lady was correct in ordering that you were to be observed. "Who are you?" You decided to ask.

"You may call me Jio, farmer. Who are you?"

You could easily tell that there was more to that question than simply inquiring about your name. Information that you weren't willing to give. "You may call me Y/N, I'm new to my grandfather's farm. I'm just here to restore it, nothing more." His head tilted, you were bad at lying. But, for now, he wouldn't pursue the question. It was good enough for now to understand that, while you may have been here to restore your grandfather's farm...that wasn't the entire story.

"You should turn back then, farmer. Beyond this forest, lies the Ridge. There's nothing but danger that no simple farmer such as yourself should see."

Danger? Though it wasn't shocking, you had seen the slimes and shadow people within the mines, you hadn't expected danger to lurk so closely to this village. "I can handle myself." You answered.

"Don't be a fool." He said harshly. "That is unless you don't value your life." And without another word, he disappeared in a puff of grey smoke. Yet, your interest in the elf lingered.

. . .

Having an...infatuation was an unfamiliar thing to you.

Back at your headquarters, there was no one good-looking enough to make you glance back at them twice much less make themselves linger in your mind for as long as that elf who called himself Jio did. All of a sudden, you found your feet unconsciously taking you back to the forest every other day, hoping to either talk to him or simply catch a glimpse of him as if he were some rare firefly! Your brain was torn apart, you wanted to focus on the farm but also on the friends you were making in Pelican Town, you wanted to see Jio again...to explore this weird feeling that was building up inside of your chest but—

The mission.

The mission.

You won't forget about your purpose.

Never once had you left a mission unfinished but...what if...just this once— "No." You scolded yourself one night as you lied down in your bed, staring up at your ceiling while your new cat, a tiny stray that Marnie had brought to your doorstep one day, slept peacefully on your stomach. "Focus Y/N." You continued before you sat up, gently placing your cat aside as you decided to step out of the house for some fresh night air. Perhaps the light of the moon would help you refocus, help you remember that these people of the daylight weren't of your concern. That Jio wasn't your concern, as well as this feeling in your chest! And as you stepped outside, the moon's light immediately soothing your rushing mind whilst the calls of nighttime critters helped you feel more in your element.

You remembered that you hadn't checked your mail.

Yet another thing you had to become familiar with, having a mailbox...where all your personal things were sent to.

It was an odd little system.

Yet...useful, it seemed. Because when you opened the box to check inside of it, all that was contained was a single black letter. You knew immediately what it meant, and the contents of the letter only read— "At the end of fall, one of our own shall visit you. Report your findings to them." And that was all that was in the message. A nervous sweat dripped down your back, you were no closer to finding out more information about your target than you were when you first came to this valley! You had allowed yourself to get distracted, accidentally focusing more on your disguise rather than the importance of your mission. Tonight, with the moon as your witness, you swore to yourself that your tolerance for distraction ended tonight.

You had to remain focused.

Thus, when the next day came around, you didn't allow yourself to speak to anyone. For the entire day it seemed, you had tracked down every possible lead you could think of whether it was scoping out the Wizard's tower in the wee hours of the morning or sometimes even observing the townsfolk during the night, all in the hopes that you'd spot something, anything that looked out of the ordinary.

But you found nothing, nothing aside from accidentally encountering the local drunk when he was in one of his stupors again, and having to waste time taking him home and lightly telling him off that he needed to stop drinking. And when you had laid him outside of Marnie's door, walking back to your farm to call it another failed investigation for tonight, your mind drifted back to Jio and you wondered if he knew anything. Although he didn't strike you as an assassin like you were, you knew that you both shared something in common. A something that unconsciously motivated you to skip walking up to your front door and instead make the short trip to the Ridgeside mountains, praying to whatever god was listening to you at that moment that the elf was around and willing to talk to you.

"Jio?" You softly called out once you had reached the forest.

Nothing, aside from the hooting of owls and crickets that is.

Your eyes narrowed in determination, remembering how he warned you to not venture beyond the forest and into the Ridge. Blindly walking into danger, especially when one had the courtesy of previously warning you about it, was foolish, that much was told to you constantly as you grew up, and from that, you learned to avoid unnecessary danger unless it counted towards you getting farther into your mission. Walking into a dangerous forest in the hopes of finding more information about this 'Mr. Qi' target...you decided that it had to have counted, and thus you made your way deeper into the woodlands. Slowly but surely, the calls of the night began to grow quieter...and quieter...until there was nothing left at all but the sounds of your shoes moving across the grass.

The scent in the air was strange as well.

Like an oncoming thunderstorm mixed with the familiar smell of iron and a little bit of fire smoke. You prepared yourself for a fight, your hand reaching to rest on the hilt of your weapon that you always kept on your person as you started to make your way out of the thick shrubbery and woodlands and out onto a clearing. You slowly scanned your surroundings for anything strange as your steps became slower and more calculated, wary even as you suddenly began to feel as if you were being watched.

Yet when you stopped briefly next to a tree, a snarl was your only warning before something lunged at you. Experienced, you took out your sword and cut the creature down without nary a single bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face, looking down at the slain beast however...you quickly plunged the end of your blade into its chest before it stopped its twitching and—

A sharp clang of metal meeting metal rung out in the otherwise quiet clearing, your eyes meeting a familiar set of green. "Jio?" You gasped, taking your blade away from his own. "Apologies, I didn't—"

"You shouldn't be here," His voice was even more muffled now thanks to his scarf covering the lower half of his face along with that mask of his. "You've ventured beyond the Ridge, the mountain spirit's protection ends here."

Your brow cocked. "I don't need some fairytale's protection, clearly I can handle myself." You tipped your head at the fallen beast. Jio crossed his arms, in his opinion, besting a mere red serpentine beast was indeed impressive but not enough to prove that one was deserving to explore this area further. But, for you, one that had taken down the beast with ease and experience, perhaps...there was something to be gained here. "Maybe," He responded vaguely. "This area holds secrets, perhaps—"

You stopped where the conversation was heading right in its tracks by holding up a hand. "I'm only here because I wanted to find you."

"Me?"

"Do you know anything of a...Mr. Qi? I need to find him."

He briefly heard his lady mention the name of the man, a strange and elusive man whose skin was blue and seemed to be intertwined with the very fabrics of this reality. But...why did you need to find him? "Why?"

"Does it matter why?" You retorted. "Simply tell me where he is."

Jio cocked a brow. Were you secretly an agent of Gabriella? No, maybe not, his lady wouldn't have trusted you if you were, but—you looked panicked. You hid it well enough, for anyone who wasn't trained to pick up the signs of nervousness, you'd appear calm and perhaps even a little bit winded. But, he could tell there was something more underneath the surface. "Tell me why you need to find this Mr. Qi then," You clenched your jaw. "No."

"Then we have nothing to discuss, you should go home. It's dangerous—"

"W-Wait." You said just as the elf turned around to probably disappear in a puff of gray smoke. "I need to find my target—"

Target.

The ninja hung onto the world tightly, that single word telling him more things about you than you probably intended to. That is, if you were even trying to hide it, to begin with, you were strange that was for sure. You were talented with a weapon as if you had been honing your skills for years and could pick him out from the shadows as easily as one would pick out a cloud on a bright day. The story of you being a former Joja employee...he didn't believe one word of it. "—my organization demands it, I must find him." You continued to insist.

"Then you will continue to have no hope here," He sighed. "Even my organization, we do not know where he is. You should give up for the time, tell your organization—"

Your eyes shot open even wider. "No." You firmly said. "They can't no, I'm not supposed to fail. They—" You words began to get choked up in your throat when Jio turned back to you, the harsh and almost commanding look he pierced into you making you snap your mouth closed and stand a little straighter as if you were suddenly placed back into the arms of the shadows, staring at your organization's leader as they scolded you for being reckless or failing at your mission. And failing as a mission? It was not tolerated.

Even now, you could still feel those lashes upon your skin.

And the memory of having to go through such a thing again, humiliated by the stares of your guildmates and your aging parents, disappointed and ashamed as they believed that they had taught you better than that. To be a perfect and willing member of the organization and nothing less— "Y/N." Jio spoke to you, snapping you from your thoughts before you watched him rub the back of his hand against your cheek. You shakily placed a hand to your face, gasping at the fact that you hadn't realized you'd been crying in front of a stranger.

Jio let out a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms. "...You have a chance to get away from your past."

Why was he saying this?

He should have been encouraging you to stay with your organization.

It seemed to be useful, worth it even. They instilled discipline and good skills into you. He was even tempted to go back to his lady and tell her that your organization may have been beneficial to converse with, however...he saw how much this valley seemed to have rubbed off on you. He saw it in your eyes, that your loyalty was crumbling and that a new one was beginning to forge, one that rested in this valley.

"This chance will only present itself once, take it or leave it." Jio continued. "If you are not ready to leave your organization, steel yourself and prepare to face them with the truth that you have not found your quarry." The harshness of his words made beads of sweat begin to prickle your skin and run down the sides of your face, yet, the elf offered little to no reassurance afterward and simply turned away again to disappear in a puff of smoke, leaving you alone with a monster corpse at your side and a whirlwind of thoughts running throughout your head.

To leave or not to leave?

When you looked around you, thought back to Pelican Town and Ridgeside Village...the first thing that came to your mind was the people. Their warmth and acceptance of you, how they made an effort to welcome you into their fold despite how cold you were to them firsthand. You thought of the festivities and holidays, you thought of your late grandfather's farm, and how you had realized that you loved caring for the farm, the crops, the animals, and every single hardship that came with it! Then finally...your mind wandered back to Jio and the crush you harbored for him. You thought about how you wanted to explore this feeling and find out exactly why the elf made your chest warm the way it did, why every time you met his gaze, your heart skipped a beat and you felt like your breath was stolen right from your lungs.

You wanted to see him more, get to know him.

So...you made your decision.

. . .

One that was easier to make than you had expected, of course. To stay in Stardew Valley and attempt to forge a new life away from the shadows of your organization. Although it was easier said than done, as the day to meeting a representative from your organization loomed closer and closer with each passing day, you tried to soothe yourself by thinking of how much you wanted to stay and how you were willing to do anything to achieve that goal.

Even if it cost you your life.

Life underneath the sun's warmth was far more welcoming than the coldness of the moon. And you let that line marinate in your mind all the way until the day you were supposed to meet a representative finally dawned upon you. You couldn't get an ounce of work done the entire day, and with the Spirit's Eve festival coming tomorrow night, you had found yourself trying to figure out what costume would fit you best rather than worrying yourself sick over what the representative would do in the face of you preferring your life here in the valley than back home!

You were hoping that they'd be understanding.

Surely they hadn't expected you to dedicate your entire life to the guild...were they? After all, how were you supposed to find love? Marry and have children?

How were you supposed to truly get to know the world around you if you were stuck in one place all the time?

It was madness— "Report your findings." The representative asked you in that same cold voice that all the members of your organization had. A black mask covered their features along with the rest of the equally colored outfit, though, you could almost see that your fellow member appeared to be...confused? Here they were in the typical attire of a Nightingale while you? You had kept on the farming clothes that you had worn throughout the day! It would've been funny had this entire situation, one that was taking place in the Ridge of all places, wasn't so nerve-wracking.

"I..." You trailed off for a moment, trying to figure out last minute if you were going to lie or if you were going to be upfront about what you wanted. "...I haven't found anything."

"Nothing?" They spoke with an even more obvious tilt of their head. "What have you been doing these last few months? Your only priority is to assassinate the target and return home, your disguise as a farmer is only something to fool the locals."

You narrowed your eyes. "I know, " you said. But I like it here." The representative was quiet for a long pause, giving you the courage to continue talking. "I want to stay. I've realized that my position in the organization isn't something that I want to be in for the rest of my life. I'm doing well here. I'm happy."

The representative was silent still.

"My grandfather entrusted his farm to me and I deserve to continue caring for it! The target be damned, I've spoken to other sources here and they said that even they haven't found the man!" The more you spoke, the more insane this all seemed. You were participating in a wild goose chase for a man who probably wasn't even real to begin with! All for an organization that probably knew this and maybe even expected you to fail! Was this a test? To see if you'd be tempted by life outside the shadows or simply want an excuse to get rid of an extra member?

You didn't even know if you truly wanted answers.

Just...anything, anything that may have helped you figure out if your organization truly cared about you—the same one that saw you grow up—and didn't secretly want you dead. Thus, you turned to look back at your representative. "Well? Say something!"

"What is there for me to say? Traitor." Your eyes shot to their hand slowly reaching for the dagger that rested obviously on their hip. In turn, you attempted to reach for your own weapon only...in your ignorance, thinking that your organization would be so understanding, you didn't bring your weapon. And the resulting conflict was bloody as you were forced to think of a hare-brained solution and simply charge yourself at your assilant, gripping the representative's hand and trying to wrestle the dagger away from them.

All the while though, you couldn't help but think about how...all you wanted was a new life.

Certainly not...this, this eventual outcome where you stood over the body of your organization's representative with cuts torn into your shirt and your handy bloodied from constantly having to grip onto the weapon's blade until you finally got the upper hand and managed to slit their throat. "Yoba..." Was the only thing you could whisper to yourself as you looked at the corpse, thoughts of the repercussions you'd face rushing through your mind as well as the question as to how you were going to dispose of the body.

What would you do to defend yourself?

How would you defend yourself? Especially against the wrath of your entire organization!? It was— "So you took control of your fate." Without thinking, you directed the dagger in the direction of the voice, only getting a glimpse of the owner until you felt a presence appear behind you before an arm tightly locked around your neck, yet, not too tight to be deadly. "Calm yourself," You blushed at Jio's voice being so close to your ear.

You huffed. "I'm calm, let me go." Without waiting, you pushed yourself free of the elf, grumbling and mumbling to yourself while Jio simply eyed the corpse before looking at your bloodied and cut-up form. It was interesting to him, seeing you be completely free of that "cleanlier" look you typically had when you massacred as a normal farmer around Pelican town. Tonight, he saw a side of you that no other in this valley would be able to see unless they wished to meet their end on the exact same night.

"You're staring," You said. Jio shook his head. "You're injured, let me help."

You scoffed. "I don't need help, I need to figure out how to get rid of this body..." Perhaps you could go beyond the Ridge and dump the body in the woods there? No one would ever go beyond that point and it was a bonus as well as that the monsters would probably eat the body and effectively get rid of the evidence in the process! Yet Jio was having none of it. "Don't be foolish," He said. "I'll get rid of it, go home and I'll help you with your injuries." And...be it from your wounds beginning to hurt thanks to the adrenaline starting to fade from your body, or the fact that you were tired and stressed from what lay over the horizon from this forbidden killing.

You simply nodded your head and turned on your heels to begin walking back to your farm.

. . .

When you arrived home, the first thing you did was strip yourself of your bloodied clothes before tossing them into a hamper for later and washed as much blood you could from your hands and other small wounds across your body as you could. In the process although, you tried not to think too much about how Jio was coming over to your home for the first time...the two of you didn't know each other that well besides the few interactions you both had, all you knew was that he made you feel warm inside your chest and left you wanting more and more each time you saw a single glimpse of him. It was almost similar to an addiction except...you weren't sure if there was a cure exactly for this other strange feeling you had.

The only clue you had was to touch him.

Even placing a hand on his shoulder would have been enough, and yet...how were you going to do that? "Hello?" You suddenly heard followed along with a few knocks.

"Come in!" You called as loud as you could as you walked back into the living room area, just finishing pulling down a brand new shirt before you sat on the couch. In Jio's arms was a small basket filled with medical supplies, herbs, and potions it seemed as well as enough bandages to cover your entire body it looked like! You chuckled at the sight. "You didn't have to bring so much, I've patched myself up with lesser items." You said softly.

Jio set the supplies down on the nearby table before he sat, already gesturing for you to give him your hand. "Maybe so," He answered. "But, it seemed like this battle that ensued between yourself and your fellow from your guild seemed to have been close." You responded with a confident click of your tongue. You had been caught off guard, that was the only saving grace that the representative had and they still lost in the end! You were perfectly molded and trained to be a weapon for the guild and nothing more, to be taken down by someone who wasn't even on equal footing in terms of skills would have been an insult to your memory.

Still, Jio began to patch you up, pouring tonics over your wounds before pressing green herbs to the cuts and bandaging you up. You took the opportunity to let your eyes roam over the elf's form, a little more slowly now that you had the time to just...look. However, your focus was mostly directed to his hands as you took notice of how they appeared to be a little larger than your own, his fingers long and lithe yet scarred and calloused from possible years of wielding a weapon. Then your eyes dragged up to his emerald eyes, focused on your wounds and bandaging you up rather than looking at you the way you were looking at him. But ever vigilant, Jio wasn't unaware of your stares.

"You're staring." He pointed out bluntly.

You blushed. "Sorry," You quickly said. "I'm just looking at you, can I not?"

Jio's hands paused in their work momentarily as he considered his answer. You were an attractive person, that he would admit to himself but to be so openly admired—it was...unusual. Not new nor unheard of, after all, Daia did the same thing to him each time they trained together but he knew that her telling him he was attractive was born from a place of playfulness rather than something genuine. As for you, however? In this moment...it made him feel warm, in a good way. Not a rush of heat born from annoyance.

"...You may," He said, almost shyly as his eyes briefly snapped to your own before looking back down again and continuing to bandage a cut on your hand.

With his permission, you continued to do so with a little more amusement in your eyes. You were in love with the way that the elf suddenly had the faintest tint of pink on his face, how his eyes seemed to struggle between focusing on what he came here to do or looking you in the eyes as well. And there were so many other tiny quirks that made the feeling in your chest continue to blossom. "...Jio." You spoke, breaking the silence. "Do you...like anyone?"

Once more, he paused. "Like anyone?" He parroted.

You nodded your head yet remained silent, anticipating his answer as his eyes narrowed in thought. "There is...one, that I'm mildly curious about." Your brow rose a little, your heart speeding up out of a sudden hopefulness. "She's fierce in combat, observant, and sharp yet surprisingly shy." Your eyes began to narrow in thought, you almost wanted to ask if he was talking about you but...you didn't want to get your hopes up too suddenly. Once you had mustered up enough courage, however, you opened your mouth. "Do you mean...me?"

He nodded his head. "I do."

You let the revelation hang in the air for a few minutes afterward. The reveal that the both of you had feelings for one another wasn't something out of a storybook nor anything decorated with rose petals and sparkles in the background. It was simply the truth of the matter, a truth that made your heart sing and your face warm while Jio simply looked to the side with his heart beating faster than it normally would! In the cult, it was drilled into his head constantly that love was something that had no priority and shouldn't take priority over any missions that the Lady gave to him and his fellows. But, for this moment at least...even if he didn't know you that well and had only managed to catch mere glimpses of you here and there when you came to the Ridge's forests.

Something about you told him that he should pursue this, just this once.

And that idea alone was only solidified when you scooted closer to him, the elf's eyes widening ever so slightly as his throat felt weirdly dry all of a sudden. "May—May I kiss you?"

It was unlike him to be shy. Blunt and cutthroat was a more appropriate term for the ones who knew him yet, as he slowly nodded his head. He felt like a fawn taking its first steps as he watched your head steadily move to tug his mask down before your lips were upon his own and...they were surprisingly soft. Not that he expected them to be anything else, but they felt like clouds and he could feel every single emotion that you put into the kiss. The nervousness, the tension, and the blossoming care that you held for him, and the only thing he could think about at the moment was how he wanted more.

Something that only grew as you slowly pulled back and smiled at him. "Your lips...they're soft." He whispered, strangely breathless although the kiss hadn't lasted long.

You blushed at the compliment. "T-Thank you, your lips...they're soft too."

Once more, the two of you fell into silence as each of you thought of what to do next. While you both buzzed with the feelings of budding romance, Jio spotted how your thighs clenched together as if your very body was begging for you to do something more.

Perhaps it was rude seeing as the two of you barely knew one another, your newfound romance barely even in the beginning stages yet but, the elf was suddenly curious about what other parts of your body were soft. Thus, he placed a warm hand on your thigh before he started to draw circles into your skin with his thumb. "...Can I kiss you again?" You didn't even consider the question for even a second before you nodded your head, Jio leaning in faster then you previously did, all the while his kiss had a lot more force and desire hidden underneath the surface of it. In your organization, although you were familiar with the concept of sex...it was forbidden to do so unless the intention was to create another member for the organization. Another future assassin was supposed to be the end goal always and never for pleasure. So, the steady heat that you began to feel between your thighs...while unfamiliar, it wasn't unpleasant, only serving to make you easily open your legs to the elf the moment his hands began to gently try to pry them apart so he could slide himself between them.

He parted himself from you. "Have you ever done this before?" Jio asked breathlessly before he started to pepper kisses on your face before he started to begin trailing kisses down to your neck.

A soft moan left your lips. "Ah...n-no..." You whispered as you felt your sex begin to throb more and more in tune with Jio's kisses as well as his hands starting to gently slip up your shirt.

"H-Have you?"

He considered the question for but a moment. "Once." And that's all he would answer upon the matter. You gasped when you felt Jio's hands graze across the undersides of your breasts, his hands simply touching and cupping them in his hands for a few moments before his thumbs started to gently move across your nipples. "Jio..." You breathed, his eyes glued to your expressions as he tried to ignore his own throbbing desire that begged to be free from its confines. He wanted to make sure that you were taken care of and comfortable first, his own desires could wait.

"So warm..." Jio whispered as he lifted your shirt, exposing your pebbled nipples to the chilly air of your living room before his mouth latched onto one of them. You moaned at the feeling, a breathless and soft sound that made Jio groan against your chest as he licked at your chest as if he were savoring a delicacy.

And in his eyes, it was.

The more he lapped your chest, let his hands explore your body, and listened to your moans. The more he began to believe that you were something to be savored and cared for until the very end. However, you could hardly stand to bear through the almost painful throbbing of your sex anymore. "Down there..." You begged quietly into his ear. "H-Hurts..." Jio briefly took his lips away from your breast to focus on where you claimed your pain was, a gentle smirk creeping onto his lips as his hands then traveled to the shorts you wore before he began to try and tug them off. You raised your hips to aid him, your blush only increasing as you were left only in your underwear and the obvious damp spot in the center made Jio hum in quiet amusement. "So wet from only kissing both your lips and your breast?" He poked at the damp spot, your thighs instinctively twitching in response to the unfamiliar touch. "How lewd farmer."

You blushed. "D-Don't tease..." You murmured.

He chuckled. "Allow me to play with you a little longer..." He whispered as his own hand started to reach for his pants, the sound of him unzipping his pants making your eyes shoot to his crotch before your eyes widened to the size of saucers at his length. It was long, with just the right amount of girth and leaking with pre-cum as well as twitching as if it had a heartbeat of its own! The very sight made your mouth water and your cunt suddenly ache to have it inside of you, however...as Jio continued to tease your sex and prod at it as if he were testing a new toy. You did your best to be patient in the face of your crush. "Please..." You found yourself whispering.

Jio chuckled at your begging as he hooked a finger around your underwear and started to pull them down. "Please?" He repeated with a mocking lilt to his voice. "You're begging already? We haven't even done anything yet..." He continued, trails of your slick still connecting you to your underwear even after they had been pulled down to the middle of your thighs.

It was a lewd sight, Jio thought. Your cunt clenched around nothing and seemed to leak even more of its slick now! Your clit was hard and throbbing, one swipe of his finger against it and your breath hitched and nearly stopped completely as if you had been shocked.

"Hurry." You murmured.

"Don't you want me to prepare you?" You shook your head, taking a bold step to wrap your arms around Jio to gently pull him closer to you before you rolled your hips closer to him, trying to entice him to finally fuck you rather than tease you for a second longer.

"I'm fine," You assured him. "Just—please." You whispered. Jio hesitated for only a second longer before he pressed his lips to your own, gently pushing you to lay down on the couch before he lined his cock up to your waiting cunt before he plunged himself in. You hissed quietly at Jio's cockhead beginning to enter you, the steady feeling of feeling so full making you tighten your arms ever so slightly before Jio began to pepper kisses along your face.

"Relax," He said. "Otherwise I won't be able to move."

Easier said than done, you thought.

But...as you stared into his eyes. You found yourself relaxing more and more until Jio let out a soft moan when he was finally settled inside your cunt. The last thing he was going to do now, was let you go, especially if it was anything before the arrival of the sun the following day.

. . .

Jio was unaccustomed to waking up to the sound of birdsong. Usually, the sky was still dark when he woke up for his morning training before he'd set off to perform his patrols for the day. However...after last night's events, he awoke feeling strangely more relaxed and rested than usual, and he expected to see you sleeping soundly beside him until—"Hm?" He hummed sleepily, rubbing his eyes and moving strands of hair from his face when he saw that your side of the bed was empty. You did have a farm to tend to, he applauded your dedication but...he wanted to see you, talk to you more.

It was what inspired him to roll out of bed and find some clothes to put on before he walked outside and...nothing.

No clucking of chickens nor the mooing of cows. Although he saw that the sprinklers had come on and that there was evidence of you being out there due to the footprints on the ground. Something was...off.

As he followed the tracks, your footprints led farther and farther away from your farm and closer to the path to Marnie's Ranch. It was then that another set of tracks joined you before...it stopped.

He tried to steady the sudden worry that began to sneak into his being. You were a fierce combatant as well as a former assassin, surely you wouldn't have been—no. Jio shook his head, Yoba had allowed him a newfound chance at peace, it'd be cruel of him to rip that away from him so suddenly, especially when he had given his everything to you last night and wanted nothing more than to do the same today and all the days afterward! He was willing to face any scolding from his Lady and whatever it took forward to make sure that he was ensured that he continued to see you! And that hope was his sole drive as he quickened his pace through the forest, his eyes wide and scanning for any signs of your person, perhaps you were fishing? Collecting wood or even visiting the Wizard for some reason.

Anything was better than...than the worry that was starting to take over him, especially when he started to see spots of blood.

They led further and further into the woodlands until the elf found himself in the depths of Cindersap Forest.

And, at the river's bank...there you were. Lying in a pool of your own blood that began to seep into the river's waters, turning its crystal clear colors into a murky red whilst a single dagger stabbed into your chest with a note in the center of it.

"A true Nightingale never yearns for a life in the sun. Those who do will be returned to the shadows once more, whether in death or in life."

[lindsaynathi0n]

TAKE ME FOR A RIDE

Bikers Rafe x Reader

{OPEN COMMANDS}

[English is not my native language❗️❗️]

Synopsis: Not everyone has the chance to have a boyfriend with a motorcycle, Y/N intends to enjoy it.

tw: smut, sex, penetration, hard sex, insult, plush, spanked, physical touch

inspire by this creator’s tiktok (I lost the video.): @tsumi11

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You and Rafe were at topper’s house, you were watching tiktok videos when you came across a couple who were on a motorcycle.

You look at Rafe talking with his friends, when an idea comes to mind.

"Rafey?" Your boyfriend looks at you and stop the discussion with his friends "I have to go home…"

"Why?" He asks you "I haven’t seen my mother for several days, I don’t want her to be afraid" you said.

"Will you take me home?" said you with puppy eyes. He smiles, "Sure, I’ll bring you back my darling."

You say goodbye to everyone but first, Rafe goes to ask Topper something, the latter shakes his head and hands him his helmet. You look at Rafe with excitement when he approaches you and takes your hand.

He firmly shakes your hand, your fingers intertwining in a soft and loving embrace.

You arrive outside, you advance to his motorbike, his hand leaves yours to put on his helmet, you let yourself be like a child and he smiles when he sees me with it, I tilt my head and he smiles." You’re good like that"

"You say that because you can’t see my face?" Rafe doesn’t say anything, he can’t stand having you behind him.

Rafe put on Topper’s helmet and help you get on his bike, he gets in front of you.

Rafe’s already losing focus because of your legs so close to his.

Rafe starts and you go, on the road Rafe goes at a crazy speed, it only accelerates, the speed at which it will give you several sensations: excitement, fear and euphoria.

To feel Rafe’s sensations you snuggle up to him, he goes even faster.

He keeps giving acceleration, the sensations are incredible and He has fun like a little boy. He says nothing except a few screams of excitement from time to time

You realize that you will soon arrive home, but to your surprise Rafe continues his way without stopping.

Rafe reaches 190 miles/hour and he smiles to the ears. He will not stop within two hundred miles/hour. He’s just waiting for your orders to stop.

You put your head on Rafe’s shoulder to see how fast you’re going, you’re almost 200km away, you get even closer to Rafe, you want him to accelerate

He’s running wild, your hand is coming down more and more dangerously to Rafe’s legs.

He pretends not to feel your hand, but in reality, he shakes with all his limbs. He goes faster and faster.

Without telling me Rafe grabs your hand and places it where you wanted to put it, you don’t know if it is hard or if it becomes hard.

He refocuses even more on the road but your little hand on his dick troubles him a little. Without warning Rafe leans and accelerates, in a desperate movement you follow him.

He keeps accelerating, at 240 miles/hour, he knows you’re not going to tell him to stop. He hopes you like speed.

You get to Rafe’s, he slows down.

Finally, Rafe slows down his bike and turns towards you with a big smile on my face,hide by the helmet "You liked the speed?" He asks happily.

You’re not sure he can hear you, you’re bubbling with pleasure, none of your words will come out of your mouth healthy so you’re frantically nodding.

He understands that you liked his little ride. He takes off his helmet before taking off holds it, he leans towards you with even wider smile and kisses you languorously.

You’re bringing his body closer to yours, wanting to be one. Your bodies pressing against each other, he holds you tightly in his arms, your bodies touching each other in a sensual way, you get so wet that your panties are soaked.

"Rafe stops…" you say then that his head is in the hollow of your neck.

He stops and distances himself so that your body is not in touch "What did I do wrong?" I look at you innocent, like a little boy just caught red-handed.

"Nothing but if you continue I will jump on you." you say starting to play with your hands. He starts smiling when he hears your words "I think it’s worth the risk."

He sticks his lips on yours and you moan when his tongue brakes a path in your mouth.

he starts growling when you grab his hair he answers you by sticking his tongue, his biting lips drawing you into his arms.

You don’t understand when he lets you go, he grabs your legs and puts them on his shoulder, he carries you in a potato sack. you go into the house and he goes to his room. Once inside he throws you on the bed.

He lifts your skirt, and notices you stain your panties. "I dream or you wet so much that you soaked your panties" you hide your face with your little hands but it catches them and pins above your head.

He begins to untie his belt, he wraps your hands with it. he lowers his pants then his boxers, he turns you on the stomach.

He undoes the knots on your string top and takes off your skirt. He takes off his top and puts your panties on the side.

You don’t have time to get ready for his dick to shove you from behind.

His pushing is brutal, He grabs your hips to guide you through his crowds, He squeezes you so much that you are sure to make marks and not be able to walk properly.

You moan, when, He hits you right buttocks, leaving a red mark you scream and begin to cry. "scream my name" he orders you in the ear.

You do what he tells you and his shoots are stronger and harder, pain in the abdomen appears. You fucking bitch, your ass makes me even harder!" he screams. You scream his name when he hits your left ass.

You feel your orgasm coming and your walls are tightening around him.

When your climax comes, your walls pulse around him. He comes in turn, but he doesn’t come in you. It takes off in time and long stems of cum on your ass.

He tears his belt off your wrist and you throw yourself under the blanket, Rafe gives you a mean look, and you wear a sad pout. Did I do something wrong?" You ask for little tears.

"I’ll get something to clean your parts I’ll come back." he gets up and goes into the bathroom, he comes back and cleans you.

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[1 hour later.]

You’re in Rafe’s bed, he’s got his head on your chest and he’s looking at his phone. You’re playing with his hair 

"Rafey?" You said. He raises his head towards you and turns so that your foreheads touch "Yes my heart?" he asks.

"I have a confession to make." *he looks closely at your face to see if you are lying or not and he really looks at you with absolute attention." I’m taking your bike on purpose." You’re afraid you pissed him off, so you don’t say anything else.

He laughs and hugs you "I already knew!". You’re shocked "Don’t you mind?"

He looks you seriously in the eyes "Why would I mind? You gave me a little surprise.". 

"I don’t know, you could’ve been hurt or upset."

He looks at you with a more serious expression " It was a surprise, not a bad surprise, but a very pleasant surprise."." You especially enjoyed hurting me!" you laugh.

"That’s not true!" he laughed. You kiss him and He kisses you back. You are immediately in ecstasy of pleasure. Your kiss lasted a few minutes and he barely notices it, You find neither the strength nor the desire to stop.

"Second rounds?" you ask.

He looks at you without believing what he hears  "Really?". You nod. It doesn’t take Rafe any more time to get you to ride him. You don’t even see yourself getting under you.

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[peachym00]

✨new fic alert✨

✨14k✨ ch 1 of 2 ❗️graphic depictions of violence❗️explicit❗️secret relationship 🤫 falling in love💘 part of a series👨‍👨‍👦

Venice is five years old when Pete saves his life. Vegas is twenty-five years old when he realises that love doesn't have to be painful. And Macau just wants his senior year of school to end so he can finally come home from boarding school.

The day that Pete and the other few innermost privileged guards are informed that Gun has become a father to a son for the third time, he doesn’t have much–if any– hope for the poor thing. The worst thing that man could be given is yet another son. But the universe is cruel, it seems. Besides praying for the tiny mite to have a fighting chance, he doesn’t give the kid further thought. No one is permitted to share the information. Nothing more is said about him. Approximately four years later, Pete wanders into the bodyguard canteen on his rare tea break to find a small child sitting alone, frowning at a milk carton. As he walks closer, he spots a man several metres away wearing typical minor family guard fashion. And combined with the kid's uncanny resemblance to Vegas, Pete realises precisely who he is. Venice Theerapanyakul. Four years old. Third son of Gun Theerapanyakul.

[luffyvace]

hello lol I'm back

I'm the same anon who requested saiki w younger sister

may I request saiki younger sister meeting his gf ?

(idk if you do stuff the is like continue form another post if u Dont u may delete this request)

HIII again anon!! <3

yes you may!~ from the last hcs I’m assuming reader is the younger sister, btw!

Yes I in fact do! I don’t mind at all! 🩷

The two least annoying people meeting! How cute 🌺

here’s one from the same anon focusing on just Saiki and sister (reader) <3

Saiki definitely wouldn’t be the one to suggest you two meet

not because he doesn’t want you to, but just because he doesn’t feel the urge to introduce the two of you

so either his gf asked once she found out about you or you asked after you found out about her

or maybe you’ve known about each other for a while but never got a chance to properly meet each other!

actually I think it’s mostly likely that it went down as: Saiki’s gf came over to his house (after a lot of begging because he didn’t want her to meet his parents 😆). you two saw each other while your were in the kitchen, living room- etc. either you or she said “who’s that?” and Saiki said “my sister/gf” as he pulled gf away to his room :)

so you probably only have seen each other before

don’t get me wrong he loves the both of you dearly, but he’s just not the type of guy to bring up his loved ones in a conversation unless asked, and even then it has to be with good reason 😅

-now for the actual meeting!! 🤗

Saiki would literally sit you two down in his room and go “(you), this is (gf), (gf), this is (you)”

you’d have to carry the convo from there unless you want it to be that short….

That’d be beneficial if your super introverted like Saiki, but was just kinda curious as to who she was 🤷‍♀️

I don’t feel his gf would be a super extrovert… but I’ll put a little scenario for both personalities anyway :)

if she’s extroverted/regularly friendly,

she’d probably reintroduce herself with her full name, and ask some questions about you! She’ll find you cute and start to think of you as a sister in law almost..! It’s kinda too soon since her and Saiki aren’t married yet but since they’re definitely trying to keep this relationship a secret from you and your brother’s parents..you’ll be the first wedding invite!! <3

She starts to basically “adopt” you LOL!

takes you out to fun spas and has girl time with you!! It’s so cute! 🤗💗💗

if she has siblings she low key favors you over them…..😁

As for a more introverted/calm gf,

she’d probably just (maybe awkwardly) say hi and wave a bit

once again..! hope your extroverted or the conversation will die off there…you end up just returning to your room and wondering questions about her, instead of asking them out loud. 😅

eventually I do think you two’ll warm up. maybe you won’t go out as often since she’s introverted, even if your not. Buuut..! the both of you still have plenty of fun together!! 💗

she gifts you stuff whenever she comes over and will indulge in your likes/hobbies with you! <33

now let’s completely flip the switch—just for fun 🤩

if your jealous/dislike her (one sided),

eek..tbh I don’t think Kusuo would be willing to break up with her just because you dislike her. You’d have to give a really good and truthful reason for him to do that.

soooo you’d pretty much just scowl at her whenever she comes over.. :(

if your upset because you think she’s stealing Kusuo away from you- honey just ask to hang out with your big brother 🤦‍♀️

you’d likely get along if you’d just communicate that

if it’s for some other reason Kusuo will just ignore you (unless it’s valid, as stated), and his gf gives you a confused look before moving on…🗿

on the other hand……❗️

if she’s jealous/dislikes you (one sided),

she’s now the one giving you the cold shoulder, always sticking her nose up at you and telling Kusuo your being annoying 😒

ick..

anyway Kusuo would ask her what she doesn’t like about you and unless it’s valid he’ll just keep you separated

honestly I can’t see him sticking with someone stuck up anyway so karma 😂

But if she’s not snobby and acts normally, yk? Like pretending you like them until they leave to be polite type normal- 😃 then he really just tries to keep you apart

Say you actually did something to make her dislike you, he’ll use his powers to give a (harmless) revenge and teach you a lesson- (LOL)

either that or he snitches if it’s a situation that’s easier for his mom to handle (especially since I feel y’all mom would love his gf)

if you dislike each other,

now that’s a whole different story. He loves you both and really doesn’t know what to do about it. Would first try to talk it out with y’all cuz he’s not gonna betray one for the other, he gives unbiased opinions and if no one’s right he’ll help you comprise some sort of peace treaty.

Now, whoever breaks it is the one in the wrong. Ik big brains right? 😼

On another note,

if your chaotic like his friends he’ll try to keep you two from meeting for as long a possible. Which…considering his luck you meet fairly quickly regardless 😆🤜💥

his gf won’t notice how chaotic you are (like how most ppl w/ out powers are oblivious) and will love you anyway! ☺️ I mean..unless your a weirdo chaotic like nendo 😂

Imagine you start liking each other more than him he’s gonna be pretty darn tiggered-

he uses his powers to get your likeability meters for each other to go down juuust a bit! 😁

something to get you to dislike in the other but not enough to wanna stop being friends 🗿😃

helping him keep gf away from Kuusuke is a must after you learn of her‼️ (y’all parents too) he knows it’ll inevitably happen at LEAST once but if he could minimize it to JUST once that’ll be enough for him 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

you race her all over the city while trying to come up with an excuse as to why, while Kusuo plays a game with Kuusuke to distract him 😒

as painful as it is, it’s better than your eldest brother meeting his gf- he just knows it won’t go well 🙄

or not- 😀 if your chaotic along with said Kuusuke….then it’ll be a war- refer to my previous hcs to know what I’m talking about ☺️💗

In this case you would be keeping tabs on Kusuo to update Kuusuke as to where they are, so he can pop up and be like “heyyy brother heard you were in town- oh! Who’s this? 😏”

ORRR going with Kusuo and his gf so if he wants to teleport he can’t! Bc then if the gf goes “huh?….Did we just teleport?!” and Saiki says “hm? no…?” You can be like “huh!? Yeah we did!! I swear we were just in that store over there! (🤪)” and that way she’ll have confirmation as to what just happened 😊 then!!

Kuusuke will use the confusion to sneak up on Kusuo and introduce himself 😜

Btw this is in the case he’d want to keep his powers away from his gf as long as possible, since he already views it as a nuisance himself and doesn’t want her to ask to use them- 😂🤷‍♀️

I had way more to write abt this topic than I thought I would!! I must say, I rather enjoyed this myself! Hope you did too my love~

-Brook 🏴‍☠️

[accio-victuuri]

The script writer of One and Only shared the experience writing the character of Chen Shuo and the photos used of Yibo while writing.

Friends who have worked as screenwriters and doing scripts know that when you create a character, if you can embed a face in your mind. Then, as the text and the plot progress, TA has a chance to "come alive", look at you, start breathing, and talk to you.

As a screenwriter, this is a brilliant moment that only colleagues understand. I was very lucky, when "One and Only" was still a ray of flame, and when Chen Shuo was still in chaos, I had the authority to embed Yibo into Chen Shuo. I am also very excited that this pure, persistent, high-spirited face can be so in tune with the contradictory and unified Chen Shuo who regards dance and family as his beliefs.

The script has gone through more than a year, and the draft has been changed and overturned several times. Although the plot is always changing, smearing, and reorganizing, but in his heart, B boy Chen Shuo's eyes are becoming more and more determined.

As for later in Hangzhou, how to see Yibo go to become Chen Shuo in the first scene is very practical, and give him a new light and warmth, that is another wonderful memory.

The director revealed the fact that I printed a photo of Yibo, and the audience was always curious about which one I printed. As an Internet fear, I originally wanted to be as vague as before. But after thinking about it, this kind of tweaking is simply not "enthusiastic"❗️This summer, as a member of "One and Only", we should not refuse any form of sharing and carnival.

The photos I was always looking at at that time were actually two. One is on the stage, his eyes are like a torch, even in rehearsal, all thoughts can be unified. One is from childhood, with clear eyes and fashionable sleeves showing extraordinary aura.

However, people don't know that it is not Doraemon with technological magic on his clothes that makes this child stand on the stage and be loved by so many people on the screen after a few years. It is a boy's enthusiastic and unrepentant pursuit of dance and performance.

Thank you Yibo for the perfect interpretation of Chen Shuo, and I hope everyone will promote it enthusiastically so that it can bring joy, inspiration and touch more people.

[mintythecup]

I absolutely adore your art, but anyway

Give me your opinion on all your friends

ofc starting with your best friends and.. so on so on

giggles. THANK YOU EHHEHEHEHDJNSMDJF

Okay so

Starting off with irl friend's

J, she's a really really awesome friend to have

She also noticed when i was feeling down and tried her best to make me feel better <3, she's also really pretty and I love being friends with her, she also is super fucking funny and she also gives me sum tea and some things fhat have happened:3

Then my gf(also Mt beat friend) I absolutely fucking love her. She's so pretty and she makes me feel so good about myself and the little things she does just makes me fall for her more, she's so pretty, her smile. Her eyes. Her hair. Her voice, generally craving everything thay I'd die for. She's the best. I swear, everyday she couldn't get any prettier and I love LOVE how she makes me feel. My beautiful girlfriend is someone I couldn't ever get out of my mind even if I tried. She's super funny and usually distracts me in her own weird ways to make me feel happy too

My brother (karl)

Hes a really really good person to be around, we both share ocs and generally he really does get me, inlove being around him and he's funny to talk to

My friend (k) she knows another part of me thay I will NOT share. Lmao, we both have alot of things in common and generally she's really funny to talk to. Also someone who gives me tea and some things that have happened :3

Shes also someone I can go to when I need distractions

I don't really bond with the rest of the friend group fhat well so uhhh, online friends next!

My brother mugsy, he's generally a really fun person to talk to and hell I really fucking love his art, I've adored if since day one and his animating skills too, he's someone that I could go to aswell and he's also good at comforting when I do need it. I wouldn't replace him if i even had the chance.(there will never be a chance.)

And my online pookie lily!

I really love her art aswell, she's funny to talk to and a really sweet person (she's holding me up at gun point as I type this/j) but to be real here.

I love her art and I'm generally jealous on how she's able to do the type of styles she does, we also do agree on alot of things and she knows alot about me aswell, also an understanding person and I can't wait to meet her one day.

Kat! My online parent, i really love on how she makes me feel important and how she's able to take on the role of being one of my online parents, she's really good at comforting when I need it and when she needs space I accept it aswell, someone I've grown to appreciate and love the things she does for us and alot of people

Ira :3

One of my other online parents! I really love her art too, I love all of my friends art tbh. But she's a really kind person and I love being around them and it makes me happy to know rhat they are okay and doing good, especially when we don't talk much as we used to but I love seeing them update and post new art or something, I also appreciate how they are able to make me feel loved and appreciated too

Carla!

Carla is one of my idols and I love their aus and ideas too, I FUCKING FLIPPED OUT WBEN I REALIZED I WAS TALKING TO SOMEONE WHO I IDOLIZED SINCE 2022 AND STILL GROWING❗️but to be real though, she's super kind and I appreciate that i was even noticed in the first place, their ocs are really cute too

CHECK FHEM OUT RN RN

bunnzy!

My other online oarent that just up and adopted me for some damn reason

But their ocs and vackstories are really interesting and I can't helo but feel really appreciated when it comes to tjem and how they make me feel included, especially during our rps

They understand that sometimes I do get overwhelmed with texting alot ofnpeople ay a time and accidentally forget to reply.. I do that alot and I really apologize

But their art is so scrumptious and their ocs are fucking beautiful. I swear.

Mocha! GER ART IS BEAUTIFUL TOO I swear I'm friends with people who's art is something I'd admire and look back at constantly. But she's really kind and funny to talk to and even during our lives we'd be laughing and losing our shit during them. It's funny and I love how her ocs are designed

MC FLURRY❗️❗️(floris)

GREEERJAGHFHAJFJJ how do i explain.

Their lore and art is really damn creative there isn't someone I know who has a SPLINTER. of what their ocs have. But also a really great person, there's alot to put into words I can't even put together myself and it makes me happy go get to know tnem LIKE BRO, I SWEAR THEIR OCS ARE DOWNBAD GERGOUS TOO (did I spell thag right...)

NERF!!!

ONLINE DAD and the only one I have..

Theirbdesigns. Everything. Oh Mt GOD I swear. But also an interesting person to falk to evenr though we don't interact alof

CHECK THEN OUR RNRNRN but real talk. I love everything about em, designs and shi like that

Fun to be around but I don't really say much since we don't interact alot sadly :'l

MONSTWRS OH MY FOD

My idol. my damn IDOL. THEIR ART IS DO DAMN GOOD ISTG BUT THEIR OC ZACKY AHOWS FATHER FIGURE FOR ME DAMN.

BUT lore. Lore A GOOD DAMN PLANNER TOO their multiple aus and ocs are something that is Hella brave to do tbh, lowkey something myself can't even pull off that's so cool, but they are really funny to talk to! AND INTERESTING AUGSJFBKAJFJAJD

Im sorry for the misspells too and I was typing too damn fast god Zdamb.

Also sorry if I missed anyone

Theres so many people to talk about BUT I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO DONT FEEL LEFT OUT PLEASE

[generisydtoo]

Splitting up Team 7....Let's get into it

Disclaimer❗️: I'm not trying to dog on anyone who makes alternate team headcanons for fun. I have my own thoughts ofc, but as long as you're truly not hurting anyone, it's not that deep. I'm sharing my thoughts on this since I've seen this take a few times over the years, but do with it what you will!

As always, you're free to share your thoughts! Just be sure to keep it respectful :)

Tbh, it baffles me when ppl say that Sakura (bc that's usually who's removed from the team in these takes) or anyone else on Team 7 would've had better development if they were assigned to a different team. I think people fail to consider that Team 7’s close, consistent proximity and becoming teammates was one of the key reasons why they were able to get past their initial impressions of each other and form a deep bond.

This is only one example, but as far as we know, no other team went on any dangerous missions like Team 7 did to the Land of Waves. Granted, that was an outlier since that mission was supposed to be a C rank; however, it was vital to their individual growth. It shaped their perceptions of each other as teammates and of the shinobi world as a whole. If Sakura, Sasuke, and/or Naruto were placed on a different team (assuming little-to-nothing else was changed in the series), I'd deem it unlikely that they would've grown to be the shinobi they became, although not as quickly.

If you want, you can view this through the lense of recent media, particularly the YA genre. There are many reasons why they tend to be set in middle/high school (though I think that's starting to change and expand, thank goodness), one of them being the outcomes of forced, consistent proximity.

The characters are placed in an environment where they're (more often than not) forced to interact; it's not like college or other settings where you can simply leave if you don't want to be there, especially without it being fair to others in your group. While it’s ultimately up to them to choose whether or not they want to become more than acquaintances with their classmate(s), their relationship has a higher chance of forming due to being consistently around each other.

The same applies to Team 7 and honestly, the other Rookie 9 teams. They were all placed on their teams- a learning and training environment with forced, consistent proximity- for a reason. Ino-Shika-Cho being placed together since they're THEE Ino-Shika-Cho trio (if any sensei had messed that iconic trio up....bless their hearts fr), and Team 8 all being trackers.

For Team 7, it was also so they could all learn and benefit from each other in some way. Naruto could benefit from Sasuke’s proficiency in ninjutsu, Sakura's intelligence, and both of their calmer personalities(give or take with Sakura) seeing as he got the lowest marks at the academy and misbehaved a lot. Sasuke could benefit from Naruto and Sakura's social and outgoing personalities seeing as he got low scores in cooperation and teamwork.

While Sakura performed well in her academics, she slacked greatly in anything pertaining to using physical strength. She could benefit from Sasuke and Naruto's taijutsu and battle skills seeing as she got low marks in taijutsu.

I think it's also worth noting that Sakura is a balance of their personalities while having her own. While she's not always on 10 like Naruto was, she was able to be social and upbeat and like him. She wasn't emotionally cold or nonchalant like Sasuke, but she was able to match his calmer "think first, act later" demeanor. Ofc, they've all had their moments and didn't act the same way all the time. I love that Team 7 can share one brain cell at times, lol.

As I said in the preface, I'm not trying to down anyone making alternate team headcanons for fun. That being said, it's just odd to me that people claim that placing them on different teams would suddenly "fix" their characters. Becoming a team was an integral part of their characterization, with each of them serving a unique purpose in one another’s growth. (This includes Sai too, though that may be a convo for another day.)

Like the title says, this was a starting "Let's get into it" post. I have more specific thoughts on this take, but these are my initial thoughts for now :).

Sources: The academy report cards are only in the physical fanbook. You can find an online transcription of it here and photo scans here!

[f1crecs]

Fic Rec List - Rare Pairings (Part Two)

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hello, @singsweetmelodies my love. anything for you ❗️ I hope you enjoy these ❤️

Alex/Yuki

leave it all to bloom by @hungerpunch | G | 1.4k Alex and Yuki take a break away from the madness of the Japanese Grand Prix. This is such a beautiful story. Their relationship here is blossoming, and so it is very fitting that they visit gardens! There is a kind of tentative excitement that hums between them, and it is so much fun to read. The world the author has built here is beautiful, and I'd love to live inside of it for a while. Just gorgeous.

'Yuki laughs, knocks his shoulder into Alex’s ribs, and then proceeds to name all the autumnal blooms as they go: tall yet dainty kosumosu in white and red and pink, a crimson swath of spindly spider lilies, the quintessential poofy chrysanthemums in every color. Pink peonies and classic suisen, both of which Yuki tells him are blooming early: “They're winter flowers normally.” Alex doesn't stand a chance retaining any of this information but he wishes, suddenly, that he did.'

Carlos/Pierre

nsfw: lost control by venerat | E | 3.1k Carlos and Pierre meet in a club after a fist fight. I'm beginning to think my fic rec lists wouldn't be complete without a venerat recommendation. I love everything this author shares. This fic is hot, the vibes are suitably rancid, and I loved every second of it. This author is fantastic at building tension, and the pay off is always, always, always worth it.

'Pierre hummed. "You know, I dream about your mouth,” he said, and Carlos burned. His fingers trembled'

Daniel/Mick

nsfw: golden boy by @oversteerey | E | 3.5k Mick and Daniel spend time at the ranch. This pairing works so well. The author does a fantastic job at developing their dynamic, and that is thanks in part to the wonderful, natural, easy-flowing dialogue. They are so gone for each other, and it is so hot. Perfect!

'They eat in silence, birdsong and water filling the space. There are two whiteclaws and two beers, for variety, the note attached reads. Cold-cut sandwiches and little treats that they didn't buy. Daniel throws his scraps to the birds.'

Checo/Lance

cielito lindo by @piastriachios | T | 3.6k Lance and Checo are teammates - Lance pines. Everything this author writes is simply stunning, and this is no exception. The way they use colour and emotion and metaphor to set the tone is just stunning, and the worlds they create are always so rich and so fun to read. This fic is a love letter to Mexico and to Checo and to Lance and to teammates and to love, in all its forms. I loved this so much.

'In this light, there are not enough shadows for any secrets to hide behind. Not enough creases for fond looks to slip between. Too bright to see the quiet glow of embers, too loud for his mind to kindle them into anything more.'

George/Yuki

nsfw: whatever people say i am, that’s what i’m not by @clownfairy | E | 6.5k George and Yuki navigate their relationship. This is a fantastic fic - the characterisation and dialogue are on point; natural and funny and so very easy to read. The Yuki characiterisation in particular is superb. This pairing and this story just works. One thing I really, really love about this author's writing is their ability to balance humour with emotion. It hits perfectly every time.

'George drops his façade in favor of eyeing Yuki where he’s leaned over the kitchen counter, weight resting on crossed arms. Yuki’s stomach does its George thing, this flutter of embarrassment combined with something else.'

[solroswaslost]

Unknown Entity Lore❗️❗️

Warning... it's very long- I wrote all of this while on the road

Where Miles is from, is a very dark and scary place, there's no actual name for this realm, but Miles calls it the Unknown realm

This place is always dark, almost like it's always midnight, it was just a normal world until a few dumb entities decided to take over it, then it just became a home for that specific entity, again, they have no actual name, but they're really close to a Mimic as they can make themselves look like different types of animals, or human, or look like nothing, make themselves invisible to lurk on prey, get them to follow their voice so they can kill and eat them. These entities are absolutely ruthless, and really cruel depending on ranks.

They're color coded though. Red being the most powerful ones, and purple being the weakest. Reds are almost seen as royalty and are left alone, no lower ranks dare try attacking red ranks. Reds mostly control what happens in the Unknown Realm. Orange and Yellows are like their assistants and help keep others in check, making sure no one is trying to take over a red.

Green are just normal, they mostly just try to stay out of all of the chaos, they're also the ones who mate to make more entities.

Which baby ones, they're white, they have no real abilities except speed and strength until they're alot older, which then it changes to whatever color, high chances of being Green, Yellow or purple. If they're red, they're instantly taken away and taught about reds and how they work, taught how to control lower ranks.

If it stays white, over time it'll turn Grey then black, and very likely food to the other entities. If not food then probably seen as just a pet, no one important.

Miles has a sister and twin brother, Kashlyn and Cole. Cole is a red, and Kash is a Yellow. Miles is a purple, which lead to his brother kicking him out of their little pack, he didn't give him another chance, didn't even look back, Kashlyn couldn't do anything but watch and hope for the best for Miles. Ever since Miles ran far away from the cruel place, and somehow made it to the overworld, found a human who was around 13, he took their look, and made slight differences to himself, learned how humans were and acted, and did his best to blend in. He then ran into Eli, and fell in love. After a few years of being together and having a few kids, Eli suddenly disappeared, as if they never existed, and it absolutely broke him. He then lived in fear and anger, taking it out on mostly Erick since he looked exactly like Eli did. But he gets tired of it, so he tried getting out there again, having Mylo and Madeline. He again, was left behind. And after awhile, August and Michael appeared... he did try his best to be a good father, he taught his kids how to defend themselves, how to control their entity side of them, and did his best to protect them from everything, the cruel world he sees, and he worries at some point Cole will find him and his kids, killing them. So Miles is constantly living in fear of his brother.