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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 1 year

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uh...hehe. no reason why i wrote this...no reason at all🙂in any case, writing this has also let me know i'm not that great at writing threesomes. oh well, ya live and you learn

Summary: You go to a concert of your favorite band and you manage to catch the attention of the vocalist, who invites you backstage for a more intimate meet and greet. In a not so surprising turn of events, the guitarist walks in on you two at just the right moment.

Warnings: Rockstar!Steve x Reader x Rockstar!Eddie, slight drug use, SMUT (MINORS DNI) threesome, fingering, light degradation and name calling (slut, whore), king of consent Steve, grinding, spitroast, oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, multiple creampies, and some Steddie implications and impossible situations

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You were finally going to a concert of one of your favorite bands ever, Corroded Coffin. Having enough money saved up to get the tickets, you almost cried tears of joy seeing the big bold letters of Ticketmaster read: You Got ‘Em. Let the Anticipation Begin.

And anticipate, you did.

The waiting was the hardest part. You had bought the ticket a few months in advance, purchasing the VIP meet and greet package as well. You did without thinking honestly, and as soon as you realized what you had done, you almost had a full blown panic attack. You knew this band were just people like everyone else, but these dudes practically saved your life and the realization that you were going to meet them? It felt like you were going to meet God, but like, ten times the nervousness of that. You had no idea how your mind and body was going to handle this. You’d never met your idols and inspirations before.

You just hoped to every deity out there that you wouldn’t pass out. That would’ve been fuckin’ embarrassing. But the nerves only got worse the day of, the drive to the venue not helping in the slightest, but talking to other fans about each other's shared nerves made you feel a little better knowing you weren’t the only one to feel this way. And before you knew it, it was time to head inside the building to meet and take a picture with the band before the show started. Time sure flies by talking to other people while waiting in line.

You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you waited your turn, seeing the fans in front of you return with wide smiles on their faces and even some with tears. Oh god, you really hoped you didn’t cry, that would be even more embarrassing than fainting somehow. You won’t cry, you won’t cry…

You tried your best to not freak out when you walked up to the band members, but you couldn’t stop the smile that decorated your face when they seemed just as happy to meet you. Okay, you weren’t crying or freaking out, you were behaving like a normal human, so far so good. You made small talk for a few seconds, introducing yourself, telling them how much their music meant to you, etc. You felt a little guilty about it, but you were most excited about meeting Steve and Eddie. They were by far your favorite members, everyone who’s met them always talks about how sweet and down to earth they are, which made you feel much more at ease when you first bought the meet and greet pass. And those comments proved to be right, if anything it was an understatement.

Steve was somewhat handsy, but not in a creepy way, you could tell that’s just how he interacted with people, but it didn’t stop your face from heating up. What made it worse was how Eddie was staring at you, a smirk on his face as he watched you and Steve talk excitedly. It almost distracted you from the conversation, but Steve’s hand on your shoulder quickly made your brain focus back on him.

For the picture, you were standing in between Steve and the drummer, with Eddie and the other member on the end. But that wasn’t okay with Eddie for some reason, you had to hold in a soft gasp as he pushed his way over to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist with an innocent smile while Steve, after rolling his eyes, put his own arm over your shoulders.

While you all got in your picture poses, your eyes almost widened comically as you felt a wetness gathering in your underwear…right in front of them.

Why? Out of all the moments, your body had to pick exactly now to lube itself up. You hoped the band couldn’t tell how your face was. If your cheeks got any warmer, you would probably have steam rising from your skin. You really respected these dudes, you felt awful being so goddamn horny for them. But it seems luck was not on your side because when you lifted your arms to wrap them around Eddie and Steve at the same time, your shirt rode up just enough for Eddie’s hand to touch your skin. “Damn, you’re hot.” Eddie blurted out suddenly, making everyone stare at him in confusion, mostly embarrassment from Steve.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“No, no, no, not like that.” He winced but before you could get slightly offended, he corrected himself again. “No, fuck, I mean, you are hot but you also feel hot.” The long haired man stuttered, making you giggle.

Then Steve decided to put the back of his hand to your forehead, as if you couldn’t be anymore mortified. “Wow, you’re right, Eds. She does feel kinda hot. You okay?”

Not even having time to register how sweet Steve was for being concerned, you came up with the first excuse you could. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m always a bit warm. Plus, it’s August.” They seemed to be okay with that excuse enough for the photographer to finally take the fuckin’ picture, allowing you to escape the awkward situation without any more blows to your ego.

“Hope you enjoy the show!” Steve smiled at you before you had to leave. You knew you would.

It was by far the best night of your life so far. Meeting the people you looked up to, watching them perform your favorite songs up close. The barricade was so close to the stage you honestly thought you could probably reach out and they’d be able to reach back, but you were too busy ogling Steve and Eddie to even think about doing such a thing. They all sounded pitch perfect, just like they do on their albums. If you couldn’t hear the breaths Steve took before belting out another lyric, you’d think he was lip syncing because his vocals were perfect. And you didn’t even know Eddie could sing until you heard him doing backup vocals. You felt like you were in heaven. No matter how much your feet burned from being on your feet dancing around and how hoarse your voice was going to be in the morning from how loudly you were singing along, you felt like you could do this forever.

Watching Eddie play guitar was a privilege in its own right, seeing how fast his fingers moved across the fretboard shouldn't have made you as horny as you were. You were positive your underwear was going to be drenched by the time the night was over. Steve winking at you in the crowd didn’t make your situation any better. If you didn’t know any better, it’s like he knew. But he couldn’t, right? No way. You caught Eddie’s eye multiple times as well, you both smiling at each other before he looked back at his guitar. Yeah, this was the life.

All too soon, the show was over and people were starting to head home. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. But something happened and you had no idea how to react. About to head to the merch table, you heard your name called. Out of all the people that called out your name, you never expected it to be Steve. You saw some members of the opening bands out on the standing room floor and merch tables talking and taking pictures with fans, but you never expected to see members of the headlining band out and about. “Hey, did you enjoy the show?” He asked and you had to blink a few times before being able to reply.

“Yeah, yes, I did! It was the first time seeing you guys and you really knocked it out of the park, seriously. I doubt any concert I go to in the future will even come close to this one.”

“I’m so happy you enjoyed it.” He grinned, reaching up to gently grip onto your upper arm. “I mean, from the way a smile never left your face during the show, I figured you must’ve liked it a little.”

You felt your face heat up again, a wide eyed expression on your face. “You…you were watching me?”

He shrugged. “It was hard not to, you’re pretty adorable.” You giggled like a schoolgirl and immediately regretted it, hated being flustered so easily. But being called adorable by the vocalist of your favorite band was definitely not on your mind when you woke up this morning.

“T-Thanks.” You stuttered, unsure of what to do, but Steve already had a plan in mind.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you and if I make you uncomfortable at all then you have my permission to kick me in the nuts, I swear.” You chuckled in confusion, but motioned for him to continue. “I think you’re gorgeous, I’m pretty sure I kept looking for you in the crowd cause I don’t remember doing anything but that, besides singing of course. So, only if you’re a hundred percent comfortable with it, I’d like to take you back to my dressing room and…show you how much I appreciate you coming to see us.”

You blanched, your body freezing in shock at the sudden proposition. You were dreaming, you must’ve been. Unable to form words, Steve took your silence as offense and quickly started to apologize, calling himself stupid among other self deprecating words. “No, no, don’t be sorry! I just wasn’t expecting it, is all” You quickly explained.

Steve winced. “I’m sorry, I should’ve phrased it a bit better.”

You giggled. “Steve, stop saying sorry! It’s okay, really! I’d…I’d love to.”

Steve’s eyes lit up instantly, a shine coming to his puppy dog brown eyes. “Really?”

“I haven’t kicked you in the nuts, have I?” You joked with a light smile, eliciting a relieved chuckle from the man.

“Then please…follow me.”

You were all nerves as you followed Steve to the dressing room, wringing your hands and trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself. You obviously wanted this, so badly, but you couldn’t help but to be a bit intimidated alone with one of your heroes.

“You want a drink or weed or anything?” Steve asked politely as he escorted you into his dressing room.

“Oh, no, thanks. I’m good.” You replied, trying your best to keep the timbre in your voice from wavering.

Steve smiled, taking a few cautious steps closer to you, his eyes gazing over your form. “Okay.” You tried to even out your breathing as he gently pulled you to him by your jeans’ belt loops, his hand coming up to trail a finger along your jawline, the act making your core throb and causing goosebumps to raise along your arms.

Impatiently, you went to lean in, but Steve stopped you. “Just to make sure; you do want this, right? You don’t feel pressured? I don’t wanna force you to do anything. You can walk right outta here and I won’t judge you one bit. Hell, you can still kick me in the balls if you want.” Steve’s eyes portrayed genuine care, making your heart melt at his blatant kindness and consideration. It made you absolutely sure.

“I do, Steve. I want this. I want you…” You whispered, feeling your body already being consumed by lust. Your stomach churned at the boyish grin he gave you, gently grabbing a hold of your hips and leaning you against the vanity, tugging at the hem of your shirt before kissing you.

It was soft and slow at first, more of a peck. You could feel him testing the waters, giving you an out just in case you changed your mind at the last minute, but your heated body soon grew tired of his carefulness. Steve let out a quiet noise of surprise as you deepened the kiss, hungry for more of him already.

Your mind went fuzzy as you felt Steve’s hands traveling across every inch of you he could reach, each tentative squeeze and pinch growing more confident as the rougher he got the more mewls he elicited from you. You gasped into his mouth as he started to grind against you impatiently, keeping you securely pinned to the vanity behind you, the desk digging into the small of your back.

“Can I give you a hickey?” Honestly, he asked so sweetly that you had to say yes. So polite, so soft and innocent sounding, it almost made you forget he was grinding his erection against your clothed core.

His lips on your neck raised goosebumps all over your body, you were sure he could feel it. But he continued sucking and licking the soft skin of your neck until stung, making the friction of his pelvis against yours all the more pleasurable. Fuck, you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear as the minutes passed. The more Steve pressed his obvious erection against you, the more your sticky slick spread. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Steve, please…” You whined, craving more of his touch.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” Steve whispered, his lips coming up to gently nibble at your earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me…but I need you to stretch me out with your fingers first.”

Steve smirked. “As you wish.” And before you knew it, the man had expertly tugged down your jeans along with your damp underwear, then awkwardly tried to remove them over your shoes before you just kicked them off to make it easier. Steve let out a boyish chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly before pushing your legs apart to stand in between them. You shivered as Steve ran his fingers through your slick folds, a cheeky grin decorating his face at the feeling. “So wet already?” I’ve been wet ever since the meet and greet, you wanted to say but you were cut short by two of Steve’s fingers entering you without warning. “Still tight, though.” He chuckled, pressing further into you until he was knuckle deep, curling his digits and hitting that sensitive spot at the front of your walls.

Steve looked up at you with bright, wild eyes, a small smile playing at his lips as you stared back at him in a pleasured haze. “That feel okay?” He must’ve known it did, from the way you were breathing heavily, grabbing at his shoulders like a lifeline; but he sounded so genuine that you nodded with a soft whine. “Good. Let me know if it ever stops feeling that way, deal?”

God, he was so sweet and patient, it started to make yours run thin. You wanted him so badly, and after a few more minutes of Steve finger fucking you, you were sure you were ready to take his cock. You palmed him through his jeans, feeling his thickness, making your mouth water. “I need your cock, pretty boy.” Steve’s cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, making you grin.

You eagerly helped him shimmy down his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, too impatient to remove the articles of clothing. You were already so sensitive, so when Steve ran the head of his dick though your slick folds, you let out a pitiful whine. Steve gave you a once over before slowly pushing himself through your entrance, the two of you letting out gasps, groaning once he was fully sheathed. “Are you okay?”

“God, yes, Steve. Please, move…” You whimpered, trying to restrain yourself from canting your hips to get some more friction. You wanted it hard and fast, but Steve decided to take it slow…way too slow.

Steve thrusted in and out languidly, the feeling heavenly but not enough. You could feel how much he stretched you out, could feel every pulse in his veins, could hear how much your cunt was sucking him in deeper and deeper; all the while Steve never broke eye contact with you, he was every expression on your face, how your eyes subtly rolled to the back of your skull every time he brushed against your cervix, ate up every cute noise you made. You knew he was trying to draw this out for as long as possible, smiling every time you whined impatiently. He knew what you wanted, he was just being a fuckin’ tease. “Steve, please…I need it faster. Harder.”

He playfully raised a brow. “What? Trying to get it over with, huh?” He asked, pinching your side through your shirt.

“No-ah!” You yelped as he suddenly rammed into you, the force making you bounce, his grip on your waist the only reason you didn’t fall off the vanity. “Fuck.” You moaned loudly as Steve thrusted into you at a much faster rate, any objects on the vanity’s desk toppling over and falling to the dressing room floor. “Yes, yes, yes…” You cried, feeling his cock beat against your pleasure spot at the front of your walls, trying to keep in your embarrassing wails as he finally was giving you what you wanted.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, pretty girl. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to feel this gorgeous pussy for hours. I loved watching you in the crowd tonight, a smile never leaving your face, looking up at me like I was a god. You sure know how to make a man feel special, huh?” He rambled.

“You-fuck, you are special, Steve.” You tried to reply back, stuttering with every syllable.

“Yeah? Tell me again.”

“Y-You’re s-special, Steve…”

“Fuck, yes…” Steve’s lips attached to your neck once more, his teeth grazing against your sweet spot immediately, your walls pulsing around him as you were already so close to that peak.

You and Steve were so eager to take pleasure from one another, you both didn’t even hear the door to the dressing room open. “Well, well, well, now what do we have here?” You both gasped and turned to the intrusion, a sweltering heat coming to your cheeks as you saw the guitarist staring you both down with a small smirk playing at his lips.

Steve looked at you first, gauging your reaction before he replied to his bandmate, finding no shame or nervousness in your expression. “Caught myself a little groupie, Eds.” Steve chuckled, his thrusts halting to a stop, almost eliciting a whine of protest from you. Fuck, you were almost there. You could feel your almost orgasm dull and fade away. “Ain’t she a beaut’?”

You probably should’ve been mortified, but the way Eddie was staring down at you from his place at the door, you couldn’t help but want him as well. Both him and Steve seemed to pick up on your desires. But from the way you were looking at both of them, it didn’t take a genius to put it together.

Steve leaned down to peck the underside of your jaw, slightly jerking his head in the direction of his bandmate. “Want him to join? Though, I gotta warn ya, he’s a kinky little shit.” He teased.

You giggled, the idea already making your stomach churn with overwhelming excitement. “What, you like being called daddy or something?”

Eddie scoffs, his already dark eyes darkening further. “Anything that’s not missionary is kinky to Steve. What about you, hmm? Why don’t you tell me what kinks you enjoy and I’ll decide if you can handle me or not.”

His words went straight to your core, your walls pulsing around Steve’s dick, making the man grunt. “Big on impact play. Spanking, slapping. Choking is fun. Scratched, bit, hair pulled; love all that.”

Eddie smirked widely, allowing himself to step closer to the two of you. “Right up my alley. I think we’ll get along just fine, sweetheart.” Then he gave a look to Steve, he had stopped thrusting into you as soon as Eddie started to chat you up. “Take her to the couch and keep fucking her, Stevie.” He didn’t have to be told twice, as soon as the words left his mouth, the man above you switched you both over to the little loveseat in the green room, continuing the pistoning movements of his hips, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure. “And you don’t have to call me daddy, sweetheart. Just Eddie. What about you? What titles are you okay with?”

Steve’s cockhead rocking into that sweet spot inside you made your mind go blank once more. You knew what you loved, but nothing came to mind. “Any. All. Whatever you want to call me, Eddie. I’m fine with anything.” You whined, reaching out to palm the growing bulge in his ripped jeans.

“Whatever I want, huh? What if I called you my little whore, hm?”

You blushed. “Or slut…”

“My pretty little slut…” Eddie tested, interrupted by Steve’s groan.

“Fuck, she squeezed down so hard on me when you called her that.” He mumbled out shakily.

Eddie’s eyes lightened up at the conformation. “You liked being degraded, huh?” You squeaked when he wrapped one of his large hands around your throat, squeezing roughly and cutting off your oxygen supply. “You like being called a dumb little slut, don’t ya? Such a greedy little fucktoy.”

“Woah…” Steve laughed in shock. “I was gonna say that’s a little far, but she pulsed around me again. Felt so good…I think you can make her come with those words alone, dude.”

“I could see it on her, man.” He chuckled darkly, removing his hand from your neck, allowing you to take a gasping breath. “Flip her over, Steve.” Taking instruction obediently, Steve flipped you over onto your front, forcing you to slightly lean over the pleated arm of the sofa, making your face level with Eddie’s crotch. “I could just tell she’d love being degraded like the whore she is. Now, go on and take out my cock for me, pretty slut.” You cried out as Steve reentered you from behind, the new angle making stars obscure your vision. A harsh slap to your cheek forced you to come back to reality, Eddie’s expression morphing into impatience “Already too cock drunk to listen to simple commands?” He cooed condescendingly.

Trying to ignore the immense pleasure your body was feeling, you reached up with shaky hands to undo the fly on Eddie’s jeans, feverishly shimmying them down along with his boxer briefs. You gasped as his hard cock sprung from its confines, gently smacking you in the face before you got a hold on it. The tip angry and red, feeling the blood pulsing through the veins on his shaft from underneath your fingertips, your mouth watered in anticipation. You looked up at Eddie with a grin before wrapped your lips around the head of his dick, a relieved sigh escaping his mouth. “That’s a good girl…” Eddie moaned as you tried taking him deeper, your own moans adding a vibration around his cock.

“She caught your eye too, didn’t she?” Steve’s voice echoed from behind you, not stopping his thrusts into you, inadvertently forcing you to take Eddie deeper.

“How could I not? That cute little nervous expression when she met all of us. Plus, she was at the barricade, practically drooling.” The admission made your face flush with heat, but you were too preoccupied to care.

“I could see her eyeing your fingers during all your solos.”

You took a big gasping breath as Eddie pulled out of your mouth, getting on his knees to be level with you, a smirk playing at his lips. “That true, gorgeous? You liked watching my fingers play along my fretboard?” He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded. “Pretty girl’s so cock hungry, hm?”

“Fuck…” You whined as you felt your orgasm build and build, faster than before, feeling edged way too long.

“Oh.” Eddie hummed in amusement. “Steve, I think she’s gonna come. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, she’s squeezing around me so fuckin’ hard.” He groaned loudly.

You moaned as Eddie’s hand returned to your throat, gripping tightly enough that you felt lightheaded. Sharp pricks of pain shot through your entire body as you felt the pressure on your trachea, but it only careened you forward to your release, eliciting a loud strained moan from your lips. “Fuck, are you gonna come for Stevie, hm?” You nodded, babbling nonsense you were sure Eddie couldn’t understand. “Good slut, go on, come on his dick.” You heard Steve moan beautifully as you pulsed around him, your velvety walls holding him in a vice grip as you shook and jolted from the intensity of your climax. You barely registered the dark chuckle that escaped Eddie as he watched you writhe and sob, almost hyperventilating as you came down.

“Oh, fuck…” Steve whispered, leaning down to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck. “So good, so good, pretty girl. Doin’ so well for us.” You purred at the praise, the hodgepodge of both Steve’s praise and Eddie’s degradation throwing you for a loop. You barely had time to recover before the two men started to thrust into you at both ends, moaning in overstimulation and gagging on Eddie’s dick as Steve’s continued its relentless pace, desperate to get to his end too.

“Look up at me, sweetheart.” Eddie spoke and your eyes widened when you noticed his phone’s camera pointed down at you. “Such a pretty thing, sucking my cock so good.” He growled, keeping a tight hold on your hair. The fact that he was filming you sucking his dick probably should’ve concerned you, but honestly, it was kind of hot and you were too fucked out to care.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Steve announced, his dick pistoning into you like his life depended on it.

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, putting his phone away. “You gonna come in her tight little pussy, pretty boy?”

Steve grunted as his thrusts became more sloppy and erratic, using you for his pleasure wildly. “Shit, I’m coming…” He moaned, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy as ropes of his warm cum filled you to the brim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chuckled in exhaustion, pulling out and watched as your pussy clenched around nothing, how it slowly pushed his release out and dripped into a little puddle on the loveseat beneath you.

You took deep breaths as Eddie finally pulled out of your mouth, gently wiping drool off your chin before pushing a fucked out Steve out of the way so he could position himself behind you. “My turn, Stevie. Her mouth is fuckin’ phenomenal, but I wanna feel her tight little pussy myself.”

You gasped as Eddie flipped you over, making you face him. He looked fuckin’ angelic with him above you, much like how he looked performing on stage earlier. “Let’s take this shit off.” He growled, all but ripping your shirt and bra off your body, rendering you completely naked while he and Steve were practically still fully clothed. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits, baby.” He groped them roughly, pinching your nipples until they stung. Eddie was much more comfortable being rough with you than Steve was. You were a hundred percent sure you’d have a multitude of bruises just from Eddie alone.

Again, unlike Steve, Eddie started with a much more rough pace. He wasted no time fully sheathing himself inside you with a hard cant of his hips, your slick and Steve’s leftover cum making his cock slid right in, the force making you cry out. “So tight still, baby girl. I wanna feel you come on my cock too. Think you can do that for me?”

“Maybe. Can try…” You stuttered, your brain practically melting from oversensitivity.

“Aw, she’s so eager.” Steve cooed, running his thumb along the sweat that was formed on the crease of your brow. “A people pleaser, this one, huh?”

Eddie smiled down at you. “That true, sweetheart? You wanna come on my cock just to please me?”

“Y-Yes…want you to feel it too.”

“Then let’s see if we can get you there one more time, okay?” Eddie’s cock was thicker and longer than Steve’s, the stretch a bit more painful but no less delicious. You couldn’t keep in your moans even if you tried. “Yeah, babygirl, let it out for me. Get fuckin’ loud. Let this whole building know how good my cock is making you feel.” You glanced over to see Steve lighting up a joint, his hair tousled and jeans pulled back up to his hips but left them unbuttoned. He looked properly beautiful. “Hey, eyes on me, slut.” Eddie growled, lightly slapping your face to get you focused. “Give me a hit of that, Stevie.”

Steve grinned as he placed the joint at Eddie’s lips, holding it for him as he took a deep inhale and blew the smoke out onto your face. The smell of the drug mixing with sex made for a delightful combo you wouldn’t have expected, the secondhand making into your lungs and making you dazed. With Eddie’s ruthless thrusts and the contact high, you felt yourself building and building up to your second orgasm, wailing and holding onto Eddie’s wrists where his hands were holding onto your love handles with a bruising grip. Your stomach ached with how rough and deep Eddie was inside you, but you never wanted him to stop, not when you were so close to another climax.

“Oh my god…” You sobbed, unable to hold back your loud moans even if you tried, the pleasure all too consuming and intense, you feared you’d black out.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” Eddie mocked as he saw your body start to shake, chuckling darkly when you nodded hastily. “Steve, play with her clit for me, would ya?” You almost sobbed as Steve’s deft fingers came back for round two, finding your throbbing nub immediately and rubbing in a swift circular motion, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Paired with Eddie’s long, thick cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, you were barrelling towards your orgasm at speeds that made you lightheaded. The room almost spinning and you couldn’t focus on anything besides the intense, blinding pleasure that was surging through you. “Yeah, good fuckin’ girl, come on this dick.” Eddie groaned, fucking you through your orgasm until your were crying in overstimulation once again.

“S’okay, pretty girl, you can take it.” Steve encouraged, coming to sit next to you to slot his lips against his and wipe away your tears. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth as Eddie sped up even more, chasing his release.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Eddie moaned. “You want my cum, slut?”

Steve grabbed your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on Eddie. You only nodded, all words escaping you for how fucked out you were, but Steve gripped tightly and making you wince. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

“Yes, E-Eddie, I want your c-cum.” You squeaked. “Come in me, please, Eds.” Eddie grinned at the whiny cadence of your voice, barely able to form the words. Steve started to suck and lick at your nipples as Eddie’s cum painted your inner walls, the man letting out downright beautiful whimpery moans as he finally finished, pulling out of you with a sharp exhale.

Finally able to fill your lungs properly, Steve and Eddie both peppered your face with gentle kisses before they helped clean you up, though not before admiring their handiwork. Hickeys and bruises galore, it looked like you were hit by a truck, you definitely felt like you had been due to the endurance of these two boys. You started to wonder how you were going to be able to walk to your car, let alone drive home with how wobbly your legs were.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly as he and his bandmate helped you dress.

You beamed giddily. “More than okay. That was…amazing.” You giggled, causing both men to grin proudly. It was like a dream come true…

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, we sure did.” Eddie teased.

“And be sure to let us know whenever you’re coming to another show. We’ll let you have a backstage pass so we can do this all over again, pretty girl.” Steve winked.

“Oh, don’t worry. I definitely will.”

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UGH!-7: … Time To Pack It All Up, Y’all!

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My dearest Gurls, Bois and Enbys,

How’s everyone been doing? Are you enjoying Muse? Are you looking forward to RUN JIN? Are you ready for Are You Sure?!? Oh, let 👏🏾 me 👏🏾 tell 👏🏾 you 👏🏾, the excitement is way too real and I can’t even that's literally all the words I can fathom for now, I’m terribly sorry! That being said my Darlings, I’m afraid today’s blog will have to address a point I’m now realising that I must address, and I quite frankly assumed I wouldn’t have to, given that I am part of The Community and all. You see, there seems to be many Gladiators that wander into my neck of the woods completely misguided.

They seem to think that my blog exist just so I can be present if one day JM and JK have sex on national TV, so that I can gloat in the faces of the Capulet enemy as I slay them with my mighty, and metaphorical, sword and bathe in their “blood” while I celebrating with fellow Montagues. Well, it is with a heavy heart, and great sadness, that I must inform you that frankly my dear, I don’t give a fuck, about none o’dat. Statements such as “Clearly JM has been single” like this Gladiator over here → [LINK] or “JK has been fucking pussy every hour, every minute, every second” as the rest of Twitter ARMY believes or “They’ve been living together and have 100% been a couple since 2015, if you'd believe they are definitely real, why are you here...” like others on this app can really miss me, cause;

I 👏🏾 DON’T 👏🏾 GIVE 👏🏾 A 👏🏾 FLYING 👏🏾 FUCK 👏🏾.

The reason why I built this little nest in these treacherous woods is because, upon a sudden realisation, while looking at JK & JM, after careful observation and educated guessing, it started to feel like “Oh, hold on a minute … There might be something there …”. The idea that within this band that I adore there might be someone who is part of the community, like me, literally had my head implode, and not only that. It would appear that two particular members who seem to bring out the best in each other, as well as within those whom they interact with, might in fact be in this possible queer relationship, would make it even better, since we all love a stunning and powerful couple.

So yes, I am indeed here for the representation of it all. I’m not sure how many can relate, but as a minority in so many aspects of life, race, gender, sexual orientation etc, the feeling of having a fellow minority out in society who has the means and the will to live there life openly because coming out isn’t a must, we have the right also to not come out if we don’t want to as a minority is very positive and encouraging for all the rest of us, regardless of whether or not we decide to eventually come out or not.

Though there’s obviously been many others who’d come out before Matt Bomer, he is the one coming out I will never forget. I loved White Collar like borderline obsessed. I watched it when it came out and it was my favourite guilty pleasure show before Suits. What I loved the most was watching him and Tim DeKay interact behind the scenes or during bloopers with the rest of the cast too, goofy as hell! And then in 2012 (three years in) Matt finally came out and took me by a storm, the fact that he had been able to keep his husband and three children hidden for all that time was also 🤯🤯🤯.

Once again, many others had come out before him Ricky Martin, for example, in 2010 but because White Collar was such a big part of my life, I was so ecstatic, it felt like a friend came out. It was also so great to see how much everyone on set, and the fans, were supportive and how much freer and happier he’s been since then. When Mew and Tul confirmed their relationship last month just a couple of months after Thailand legalised gay marriage y’all should have seen my face, I couldn’t stop grinning. All the speculations, the pictures, the public trips, etc etc etc. Anyways, they’ve both gone through quite some drama in the previous years, Mew in particular, so I am indeed quite happy for them.

So if JM and JK are not dating, or there isn’t a single queer person in the whole of bangtan and all have girlfriends and wives, or there are queer tannies and they are dating other queer people, or whichever other possible combinations, as long as they are happy, so will I, because I am first and foremost an OT7 ARMY and all I will always want is their happiness. I am thus afraid that you will not see me shed any tears, nor hear any miserable barking, in this neck of the woods; so~rry.

Guess I’m not packing up after all next time I’m bringing out my luggage best be for my trip to Japan …! So, in conclusion, and just as a reminder for anyone passing by as well, this has been, still is, and will always be a Possibly Queer until proven Definitely Straight safe space, as well as a space where amongst plenty other things obviously all things queer can and will be gracoiusly discussed and analysed to my discretion; You di~g?

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo.

#Marengo Goes UGH!#Just To Be Clear

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flowery-mess · 6 months

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Homesick

I don't really know what this is, it came to me at 1AM like wave of feelings that I suddenly needed to write down. Let me know if you like it.💗

Today was perfect day. In every aspect, it was perfect, so why am I standing on the balcony, looking down at people celebrating Nick and his beautiful wife's wedding, crying and with anxiety attacking my body?

All of the Bad omens crew have been looking up to this day ever since Nick proposed to his girlfriend. Boys, including Noah, knew about it, but to everyone else it was surprise.

Me and Nick's girlfriend are close, we clicked immediately when Noah and Nick introduced us.

So I couldn't help but burst into happy tears when she send me picture of her hand with this beautiful ring Nick chose for her. It was almost a year ago, but it felt like yesterday.

Me and other bridesmaids spent the night before the wedding together with the bride to be, while boys used mine and Noah's apartment to hang out with Nick.

We woke up early and started with preparations. It was messy and chaotic, but I enjoyed it in a way. Seeing my friend with a smile on her face as she was about to marry the love of her life made me think about my friends back home.

I moved to the states 5 years ago for work. And for a change. My life back home was a mess and I needed to escape it. I stayed in touch with my best friends, but you can stay as close as the ocean between you allows you to.

We didn't expect that I would stay, I had work offer for a year. But then I met Noah. I never thought I would stay in a foreign country for a boy. When I extended my work contract we were dating only for 3 months, but it felt right.

After everything bad and sad that happened at home before I left, something finally felt right.

5 years later we are still together and I know I made right decision.

But it had sacrifices.

I never had a strong relationship with my family, I always considered my friends as my family. I moved from my hometown to a different town for university and saw my family just a few times a year, usually for occasions like someone's birthday. In a family aspect, I felt alone. I never called my mum to tell her about a boy I met or for cooking advice. She was always busy giving her time to her boyfriend, who I wasn't fan of. Neither he was of me. We drifted apart so easily and neither of us tried to put this so called mother daughter bond back together.

Between me and my dad wasn't a bad blood. We just had very casual relationship. We saw each other once in a few months, which now changed to phone calls once in a few months. He cares about me and loves me, we just weren't close at any point of my life.

So with my blood family, moving was easy.

But being without my friends? That hurts. Especially when I'm spending time with my new friends here in the states, like today.

I was part of the preparations, cake tasting, choosing dresses, making playlist and anything else you can think of. And I loved that. It just made me think of my childhood best friend's wedding. I could take only few days off at work, so I barely made it to bachellorete party, then wedding and then I came back here.

To help you understand my point, my friends went through every shit in my life. My parents divorce, my grandmother's cancer, my mom bringing home this new boyfriend, moving out of my childhood home to a new place, high school, moving for university, crying about my mother or crying about my heart breaks. They were there for me all the time.

After we had our makeups and hair done, me and other bridesmaids went to welcome the guests that started arriving at the venue.

It was family, friends and the BO crew, except for all four boys that actually created the band. Noah is Nick's best man and Folio and Jolly are groomsmen.

I started to feel homesick and guilty for enjoying my 'new' friends wedding that much with thought of my childhood friends. I couldn't wait for Noah to arrive to make me feel better.

"Excuse me lady, the legend says that the bride should be the most beautiful woman on a wedding day." I must have laughed at Noah's joke when he arrived while we had just a few minutes to talk before the ceremony started.

"Well I could say the same about you sir." I said as I placed my hands around his neck and pecked his lips.

"But really, you look beautiful Y/N." He said suddenly with a serious face, but with sincere look in his eyes as his hand caresed my cheek.

I think we both realized that our friends are getting married and that this day is gonna be full of love and happiness and that we're gonna spend it together.

The ceremony started just a few minutes after Noah and the boys have arrived. I was paired with Folio to walk down the aisle. I call Folio my Bad omens best friend. He's the one I'm closest with, we have the same sense od humor and I am voluntarily going fishing with him. I think that's how I get him to be my bestie.

I am very emotional person and I teared up a lot through the day, but when I saw Noah walk down the aisle I felt tear slide down my cheek. He was beautiful. I saw him in a suit only few times, so I am always amazed by how amazing he looks in it. Our eyes were locked the whole time he walked the aisle, we were smiling like it was ours wedding and I saw tear slip down his cheek too.

I was thinking if he's gonna ever propose to me, because we didn't talk about it yet. And with his family background and commitment issues, I am not sure if he even wants a marriage. He worked on himself a lot through our relationship, our begining wasn't easy. But we communicated and talked about our feelings to make it where we are today.

After the ceremony came to an end we moved to the lunch area, where me and Noah could finally spend some time together.

"It was really beautiful wasn't it?" I asked him with my mouth full with this delicious meal.

"It was. I didn't think I'd be this emotional."

"It was hard not to be."

We contiued to eat our meals, then there were some speeches and then the party began.

After few drinks the dancefloor was full with dancing bodies. Playlist was made of all genres and hits you could imagine. We were dancing in a circle, me and Folio the stars of the dancefloor.

Then Love story by Taylor Swift started playing and my mind went back to my thougts I had at the altar.

Noah came to me, connected our hands and started dancing with me. He wasn't fan of dancing, but he would do anything to make me happy.

We were swaying to the rhytm of the song and singing those famous lyrics.

"I can't wait until our day looks like this too." Noah said out of nowhere.

"Our day?" I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I had a feeling.

"Yes, our day. I'm gonna marry you, did you think I am not going to?" He looked genuely surprised and maybe little hurt that I would think that.

"I just didn't know what is your opinion about marriage, we never had that conversation." I answered honestly. Taking his face in my hand and caresing my thumb on his cheek I couldn't resist the smile on my face.

"I know we didn't, but I was thinking about it. I never thought about it before I met you, but I also never thought I could have relationship longer than a few months, so I started thinking about marriage." He looks so cute and all flastered when he talks about his feeling, specially his feelings about me.

"I like that idea of you being my husband very much." I saw the uncertainty leave his face after my words.

"And I like the idea of you being my wife very much too."

After that song and conversation I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

I felt those anxious feelings in my chest and tears forming in my eyes. It was mix of happy and frustrated tears. I tried to compose myself and not to ruin the mood for myself and for everyone else.

That brings me to this moment where I'm standing at balcony and looking at everyone under me. Thank god the lights are pointing at the dancefloor, so I am hiden in a shadow and no one, especially Noah, can see the tears streaming down my face.

I should be happy. After today and the conversation with Noah, I should be happy. Why am I not happy? Or am I? Why do I feel like I have everything I ever wanted, but had to sacrifice my closest friends for it? Do I even like this country that I moved to? What if I want to move back home in the future, will Noah come with me? I suddenly felt so unsure about everything. So many thoughts running through my head as I continued watching those happy faces, while mine was soaked in tears.

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens imagine #noah sebastian band

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xo-valxntine · 2 years

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Vapor (Y. Okkotsu)

you make it sound so sweet when you lie to me

pairing: yuuta okkotsu x fem!reader

synopsis: you and yuuta have been dating for a little over a year and he’s hopelessly in love with you. he’d do anything for you, but your feelings for yuuta have been fading for awhile now. you feel guilty that you’ve been lying to him about it and you decide it’s time to break it off, but yuuta isn’t ready to let you go

cws: angst, established relationship, breakup sex, yuuta calls you beautiful & pretty girl, LOTS of kissing, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cervix touching, creampie, au (modern times/no curses) wc: ~2,700

a/n: i love 5sos so much (fun fact they’re my favorite band) and i was listening to their song vapor and immediately thought of yuuta. writing this honestly broke my heart i love yuuta sm and he deserves the world :( anyway i hope you enjoy

It was late in the afternoon and the sun had just began to set. You watched from your balcony as the hues of orange and blue worked together to create a beautiful picture before you. The scene that unfolded was peaceful, but you felt the exact opposite. Your mind was racing with thoughts.

You and Yuuta had been dating for a little over a year now and it had been great, it really had, but truth be told you could tell your emotions for Yuuta had changed long before the two of you reached your first year anniversary. You’re not exactly sure when it happened, but slowly you noticed how the little things you once loved (could you even say you loved them?) and adored became more of a nuisance. How you slowly noticed small things he did put you on edge instead of relaxing you. And it wasn’t Yuuta’s fault. No, it was definitely you. You had changed since dating him and you were no longer sure if the two of you fit together. No, that wasn’t right. You knew that the two of you no longer fit together. You still told Yuuta “I love you” everyday, but each day you could feel it becoming more of a lie. You felt guilty, lying to him like that. He didn’t deserve it. He deserved better than you. And that’s what you planned on telling him when he got home from work. You still weren’t exactly sure how you were going to word it. You knew no matter how it came out it would absolutely devastate Yuuta.

You’re too absorbed in your thoughts to realize that the sun has set before you. In fact, it’s the sound of the balcony door opening that pulls you back into reality. Your eyes find Yuuta’s dark ones lined with those dark circles that never seemed to fade. Despite the dark circles, his eyes sparkled and he had a goofy grin plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hi Beautiful.” Yuuta greets you as he sits down in the patio chair across from you.

“Hi Yuu. How was work?” You ask, fiddling with the drawstrings of the hoodie you were wearing.

“It was okay, nothing too interesting today. Did you have a nice day?” Yuuta asks you.

You hum in reply and then silence washes over the two of you. The silence between the two of you wasn't anything new. Early on in your relationship the two of you found yourselves enjoying each other’s presence in silence, but recently it started becoming awkward and uncomfortable. At least, you thought so.

“Yuuta, I need to talk to you about something.” You say, quietly.

“What is it, beautiful?” Yuuta asks. You feel your heart twinge at the use of his nickname for you.

Your thoughts start racing once more and you try to find the right words. You think deeply and subconsciously twirl the drawstrings on your hoodie around your fingers.

“It’s—I want to—“ Your stuttering is cut off by Yuuta.

“I know.” His voice is so quiet you’re not sure you hear him. Your eyes meet his and you can see the sadness in them.

“How—What—“ Yuuta cuts you off once more.

“I’ve known for a while now. I just thought maybe it’d blow over.” Yuuta says, looking at you with a sad smile.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Yuuta keeps his sad smile and shakes his head. Silence washes over the two of you again and it feels worse than the last. His eyes that were filled with happiness were now filled with melancholy. Yuuta’s eyes dart across your face before looking away.

You weren’t sure why you thought you could hide something like that from him. Of course he knew how you were feeling. Yuuta knew you better than you knew yourself.

“It’s not anything you did. I just think—I just think you deserve someone better than me.” You say breaking the silence. Yuuta shakes his head and looks at you with tear filled eyes.

“There isn’t someone better. It’s you.” Yuuta whispers. “It’ll always be you.”

You feel your heart sink at his words.

“I’m sorry.” You say, your voice breaking.

The tears that threatened to spill were now slowly falling down your face. You knew this was going to hurt, but you didn’t realize how much it would hurt. You were too scared to look at Yuuta. Scared if you looked at his face another part of you would break.

“It’s okay.”

You’re not sure if it’s you or himself that he’s trying to reassure, but you both knew that it wasn’t okay. You’re doing your best to wipe your tears away, but they fall faster than you can wipe them. As you’re trying to blink them away, Yuuta appears in your blurry vision.

“Don’t cry, pretty girl.” Yuuta says, brushing your tears away with his thumb.

Here he was comforting you, like you weren’t the one that broke his heart. God, you didn’t deserve him. That thought only made tears spill down your cheeks faster.

“I’m sorry.” You manage to choke out between your cries. Yuuta only shushes you and tenderly rubs his thumb against your cheek.

You’re too caught up in your own cries to notice that Yuuta is also crying. He’s heartbroken at the thought of losing you and he’s racking his brain for where he went wrong. Except, it wasn’t anything he did wrong. It was you.

“I love you.” His voice is quiet when it comes out.

“I know. I know.” You whisper back.

Yuuta rubs his thumb against your cheek once more before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you can’t help, but return it. You could taste the salt of his tears on your lips as they melded perfectly with his. He felt so familiar, so comforting and you could feel yourself relaxing into him. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were with your lips, how much you cared for him, how much he meant to you. You wanted to kiss him with ferocity, but Yuuta had other plans. Yuuta kisses you with such tenderness, it’s almost as if he’s scared of you disappearing right before him. He wants to savor every moment with you, memorize the way your lips feel against his. Finally, when Yuuta pulls away you see his tear stained and you feel your heart shatter.

“Let me show you how much I love you.” Yuuta whispers, brushing one of your tears away with his thumb. You close your eyes tightly refusing to look at him.

“Y/N.” His voice is hushed when it comes out. You still refuse to look at him.

“Y/N please.” Yuuta begs, his voice cracking slightly.

You finally look at him, capturing his tear stained face in your eyes once more. You close your eyes again, trying to will the image away, but it’s burned into the back of your mind. Finally, you nod in acceptance, agreeing to grant his wish. Yuuta cups your cheeks and places another soft kiss on your lips. This one isn’t as long though. It’s quick and the next thing you know, Yuuta is pulling you by your hand, leading you back into the apartment.

As Yuuta guides you to the bedroom, stopping along the way to press needy kisses to your lips. When you reach the bedroom Yuuta carefully backs you into the bed, refusing to pull away from your lips. Your back connects with the plush comforter and Yuuta is on top of you in an instant. He travels his kisses from your mouth to your jawline, peppering tender kisses along your exposed flesh. You can’t help the small whimper that escapes your mouth when he kisses the sweet spot under your jaw. Yuuta takes the sound as encouragement and sucks gently on the spot as his hand slips up your sweatshirt. He rubs small circles on your hip with his thumb causing you to get lost in the pleasure of his touch. You can feel the heat starting to build up in your core as Yuuta nips at the skin on your neck.

“Yuu please.” You plead, but Yuuta ignores you, continuing to leave love marks on your neck.

You let out a whine when Yuuta sucks a little too harshly and you swear you can feel him smile against your neck.

“Please.” You plead once again.

Yuuta sucks harshly on your neck a final time before pulling away. Carefully, Yuuta pulls your sweatshirt off of you and tosses it somewhere in the room. He takes a moment to admire your exposed form and traces a finger down your freshly bruised neck.

“So pretty.” Yuuta whispers and you shudder under his touch.

Yuuta places a quick kiss on your lips before moving down to your chest and leaving a small trail of bruises along each of your breasts. When he’s satisfied with his work Yuuta slips one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks. A quiet moan escapes your mouth as he swirls and flicks his tongue against your hard nipple. He uses his hand to give the other one attention, squeezing it gently and then flicking it with his fingers. He takes his time, giving each one proper attention before traveling his lips down your stomach. He gets on his knees at the end of the bed and pulls you towards him so that your hips are sitting on the edge of the bed. He quickly yanks off your sweatpants and panties with one motion and you sigh at the feeling of your wet core being exposed to the cool air. Yuuta places teasing kisses down your thighs and takes his time grazing his lips along the insides, nipping and sucking his way up to your sweet spot. You let out a gasp of pleasure when Yuuta teasingly swipes his tongue up your folds. His tongue circles around your clit and he sucks gently earning a soft moan from your lips.

It didn’t matter that your heart no longer loved him, because your body still did. Loved the way his tongue slipped effortlessly in and out of you, loved the way his tongue swirled around the clit, and loved the way he knew exactly what made your body squirm. And it was obvious due to the way your hips rose in pleasure and the cries of pleasure that slipped out your mouth, which only encouraged Yuuta’s ministrations on your needy cunt.

“Y-yuu d-don’t stop. ‘m c-close.” You manage to stutter out.

This only causes Yuuta to flick and curl his tongue against you, causing you to whimper more. Not long after your high hits and it hits hard. You’re a whimpering mess under his tongue and Yuuta quickly pins down your hips as they try to lift from the mattress. He uses his tongue to guide you through your high and continues to swipe his tongue against you even after your high has passed.

“T-too s-sensitive.” You whimper, trying to move your hips away, but Yuuta has you locked in place with the intention of lapping up every drop of your mess.

Your legs are trembling when he finally decides to resurface and wrap your lips in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and the way he presses his tongue into your mouth is dizzying. Finally, Yuuta pulls away and strokes your cheek tenderly.

“My pretty girl.” Yuuta whispers, looking at you with such love and sadness in his eyes and it makes your heart sink.

“I love you.” Yuuta tells you, still holding your cheek. “‘m gonna show you how much I love you.”

And with that, Yuuta is freeing himself from his jeans and carefully pinning you down under his figure. Yuuta places a loving kiss on your lips as he lines himself up at your entrance and you let out a small whimper at the feeling of his tip being so close. He continues to kiss you as he slowly pushes the tip inside your needy walls and he quickly swallows the moans that leave your mouth with his own. Yuuta travels his lips down your bruised neck once more as he sinks deeper into you.

“Yuu-“ You whine, but he ignores you and continues to inch into your folds.

He lets out a deep groan when your walls clench tightly around his length, which only causes you to clench around him again.

“Feels s’good when you squeeze my cock like that.” Yuuta mumbles against your neck.

Yuuta continues to slowly sink into you until his hips are completely flush with yours and he’s filling you completely.

“Yuu please. Need you to move.” You whimper out.

But Yuuta ignores you, enjoying the way you’re squeezing his cock. Yuuta presses a gentle kiss on the side of your head, right next to your ear.

“I love you so much.”

You shut your eyes tightly at his words, trying to ignore how they make your heart flutter. You take the moment to enjoy how his body is flush against yours and how connected the two of you are. You feel tears begin to prick their way into your eyes, because you know the two of you will never be like this again. Maybe for the first time in months, the words aren’t a lie when they tumble from your mouth.

“I love you too.”

After hearing that Yuuta gives you a final kiss and begins to move. He pulls out of you achingly slow, leaving only the tip, before sinking back into you at the same pace. With each thrust he’s whispering how much he loves you and you’re not sure if it’s his words or if it’s his cock is dragging against your velvety walls that has tears streaming down your cheeks. Yuuta kisses your tears away and steadily picks up the pace of his thrusts.

“Feels s’good Yuu.” You manage to gasp out between his thrusts and your tears.

His thrusts are long and deep, hitting every part you needed them to. You were completely focused on how good his cock felt inside of you. It felt so good that it was practically dizzying.

As his pace quickens, you hook your legs around his back hoping for him to penetrate you deeper and you let out a cry when his tip brushes your cervix. Yuuta lets out a string of curses when he feels you squeezing around his cock as he tries to slip in and out of you.

“‘m g-gonna cum, Yuu.” You whimper through the pleasure.

Yuuta only picks up his pace, completely forgoing his loving thrusts. He quickly latches his thumb to your clit and makes small figure eights edging you closer to your high. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix and the way his thumb flicks against your clit is mind-numbing. You’re totally focused on the pleasure Yuuta is bringing you.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” Yuuta demands.

And you oblige him. You let out a string of curses and something that resembles Yuuta’s name as you go tumbling over the edge. Yuuta guides you through your high and then continues to fuck your needy cunt.

“P-please Y-Yuu.” You plead. “T-too s-sensitive.”

Yuuta doesn’t pay you any attention as he continues you to fuck your tight, wet hole, completely encapsulated by the way his cock is dragging along your walls. He’s completely focused on the way you’re driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck ‘m g-gonna cum.” Yuuta practically whimpers, as his thrusts become sloppier.

He continues bucking his hips against yours, and with one final thrusts he’s painting your walls white. Yuuta’s breathing is messy as he collapses on top of you and plants several kisses against your shoulder. The two of you stay like that for a moment, enjoying each other before Yuuta slides onto the bed next to you. You take that as a sign to sit up and move away, but Yuuta stops you before you can leave the bed.

“Please, just stay with me for tonight.”

“Yuuta—“

“Please.” He begs.

And you’re not sure why, but you lie back down next to him.

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skiller0dani · 2 years

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The Noble House of Gaunt | Part 3

M A S T E R L I S T Other Masterlist Harry Potter Masterlist

smut | slytherin!reader requests info w.c | 8.2k summary | You and Sebastian hatch a dangerous and possibly stupid plan without telling Ominis, and it doesn't exactly go the way you want it to.

Here we go! Final part to this mini series and I loved every second of it! PLEASE request things for Ominis and Sebastian! (Sebastian is my favorite character in Hogwarts Legacy but Ominis is a very close second). Hope you enjoy :)

This is embarrassing so DON'T LAUGH but I may or may not have listened to I Need A Hero (The Shrek 2 version) while I wrote this. Maybe! You can't confirm anything and I'll deny it anyway...😬

Part 1 | Part 2 | Blurb

Your dream started out innocently enough. You were sitting with Ominis, tucked away in the back corner of the Library. You two had been studying for your O.W.L's, and a comfortable silence fell over you. You were writing notes, and Ominis was doing the same using his self-writing quill Professor Weasley special ordered for him. You kept eyeing him, his head had fallen into his hand. He looked so beautiful and you wished you could explain that to him properly. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing a boyish smile to spread across his face. You pressed another kiss on his jaw, and by this point his quill had stopped writing when he lost focus. You kissed along his jaw to the side of his throat. Ominis tilted his head subtly, slowly leaning into your touch.

You slid closer to him, kissing down his neck towards his collarbones. You could see the way his cheeks flushed, his lips parting as you gently bit a hickey onto his collarbone.

"We need to study..." He protested weakly, but you know he didn't really want you to stop. You reached up to yank his tie loose, working open the top button of his shirt to gain better access to his neck. His hands came up your sides, gently feeling around until his wandering hands found the edge of your skirt. His fingers slid under the hem of your skirt, and slowly drifted up your thighs. Your lips found his, lips moving slowly as his fingers traced your panty line. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you squirmed against his teasing touches.

"Ominis." You gasped softly, feeling him smile against you. He could be a sadist when he wanted to be. He loves making you beg. His hand dipped beneath the band of your underwear, one of his fingers dragging through your soaked folds.

"Need more my love?" He whispered against your lips and you nodded quickly. He gave you a sardonic grin, and pressed his fingers against you more firmly.

Then you woke up. Your cheeks heated and your chest heaving.

You'd been having dreams like this more frequently. Thoughts of him utterly ruining you plagued you night after night. Thoughts of your back arching and his hand pressing against your mouth to quiet your moans. You had no idea how to bring this up with Ominis, or if you even should. He was still beyond stressed out because of his lingering Mother, who continued to visit him at least once a week. Apparently none of his family had ever visited him a single time the previous 4 years he's been at Hogwarts, the only reason she's visiting now is because of you.

Ominis worried that she was going to find out you two had gotten back together. He worried she would punish you, because no doubt she already had a punishment in mind. You felt guilty that while Ominis was worried about your safety, you were too distracted wondering what he looked like beneath his robes. How his tongue would feel pressed against your clit. You wished you could focus on what really mattered, but your boyfriend was so attractive he was making it hard to focus on much else.

Ominis was pacing back in forth in front of you, the fire lighting up the side of his face. His hands were hovering anxiously near his head, one pulling at his hair every once in a while.

"She suspects something. I know she does." Ominis fretted, images of you being hit with the Cruciatus curse flashing in his head.

"My love, she doesn't suspect anything. Whatever happens we can deal with her." You reassure him, but your words do nothing to soothe his anxiety. He's stuck. He can't be with you because of his Mother, but he can't be without you because he loves you.

"This is so frustrating!" He declares, agitation in his tone. He pinches the bridge of his nose, why does his Mother have to be this way? His Father and siblings have practically disowned Ominis, which is the way he prefers it. He'd rather they completely ignore his existence than insert themselves into his life. His Mother can't stand anything she cannot manipulate or control which is probably why she will not go away. She wants to make sure Ominis obeys.

You stand from the couch, sadness washing over you. How could they do this to him? How could his Mother look at him and not love every single part of him? How could she not see how wonderful and perfect her son is? How smart, kind, and empathetic he is? It makes rage burn in your heart when you think of him as a cute, sweet, innocent little boy being tortured until he tortures others. You loop your arms around his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his.

"I love you so much Ominis, always." You whisper, you want to reassure him that no matter what you will always love him. That you'll always be here, right by his side, supporting him. You need him to know that he isn't alone anymore.

"I love you, and that's why you're in so much danger." He whispers back sadly, guilt lacing his words. You kiss him softly, ignoring the ravenous beast inside you that tries to break free at the feel of his hands pressed against your hips. He sighs against your lips, some of the tension flowing out of him then.

"We're safe here Ominis. She might be able to get into the castle, but she can't enter the common room. The door won't appear. I'm safe here." You promise, he hardly ever let you leave the common room without him anymore. He doesn't want to risk you running into her without him, which is why you haven't been telling him about the little plan you've been concocting with Sebastian. Now to Sebastian's defense, he wasn't crazy about your 'idea'. He thinks its crazy, completely unhinged. But what other option do you have? You refuse to live in fear of this woman forever, you will not let her have this much power over Ominis any longer.

You're going to meet her, without Ominis knowing. You know he'd kill Sebastian for even encouraging this idea, but you have no other options. Besides, it's not like you're going to go alone. You're going to drag poor Sebastian along with you, he always has been your partner in crime much to Ominis's dismay. Ominis leans into your touch, and you feel your entire body heat up when he accidentally presses his hips against yours. He didn't realize you were standing so close. Feeling him pressed against your most sensitive part nearly made you moan, it's embarrassing really. You feel your panties get damp and he's hardly even done anything. You've been so pent up this last week, and poor innocent Ominis has no idea.

If he could see he would have been able to piece it together much sooner, but you prefer him the way he is. Being blind is a part of who he is, and you love who he is. You know he loves you for more than what you look like, he loves you because of who you are. There's nothing more pure than that, and there's nothing else you need.

"You can never leave the common room without me, understand? Never. It's not safe and I need you to be safe. Promise me you'll never leave without me." Ominis pleads, seriousness in his tone.

"I promise my love." You lie, and truthfully you feel bad for lying to him. But he won't face his Mother, she terrifies him. Rightfully so. He has every reason to be afraid of her, but you refuse to let her hurt either of you anymore. You'll have Sebastian with you, so what could go wrong really? You can't even imagine the horrors Ominis has endured because of her, the monster she nearly turned him into.

She has to pay.

"Sebastian don't you dare chicken out now!" You angrily whisper as the last few students are trickling to their dorms. You said goodnight to Ominis about an hour or so ago and pretended you had gone to bed, only to sneak back out once he'd gone to bed.

"I'm not. I just wonder if there's a safer way we can do this!" He retorts. You cross your arms, screw safe.

"There isn't! We have to deal with her now. For Ominis." You insist and that causes Sebastian to nod in agreement. Hesitant agreement, but it was enough for you. You slowly creep out of the common room, using the disillusionment spell to sneak out to the castle grounds. You really need to buy Sebastian a thank you gift for teaching you that (and so many other) useful spell. Once you were out on the castle grounds, you began to follow the path to Hogsmeade. You knew Mrs. Gaunt was watching you all hours of the day, you could always feel her icy gaze on her. You hadn't told Ominis because he was already worried enough, you didn't want him to start feeling paranoid like you were.

"So...when she finds us, what are we gonna do?" Sebastian asks, his wand in his hand. He makes sure to stay close to you, Ominis would kill him if anything happened to you. Plus, you're like family to Sebastian. He would never forgive himself if you got hurt and he was around.

"I'm gonna talk to her."

"You're gonna...talk to her? Please tell me you've got something better than that." Sebastian groans, he knows how unreasonable Mrs. Gaunt can be. Especially when it comes to Muggles.

"We can't just attack her Seb."

"That's precisely what I think we should do."

"None of your ideas ever work though." You tease, laughing when you hear him fake an offended gasp. You continue to walk, wands lit as you keep your eyes open for Mrs. Gaunt, who is sure to make an appearance. As if on cue, you here the sound of someone apparating behind you.

"So you're the Muggle." Her voice is steady, and she's well spoken like Ominis is. It's obvious she comes from the posh high-society.

"Mrs. Gaunt, I only want to talk." You say as calmly as you can, the resemblance Ominis holds to his Mother is striking. He has her soft features, her blonde hair, even the blue eyes beneath his blindness match her own. Her eyes are narrowed, and sharp like a snakes. She's wearing a black dress and matching black heels. Her nails are long, black, and pointed like claws. She sneers down at you in disdain, as if your mere presence utterly disgusts her. Which it probably does.

"To talk? You have nice manners for an abomination." She hums, her eyes never leaving yours. You cringe internally, you're not looking forward to explaining this to Ominis tomorrow. He's going to completely lose it. His Mother is far more intimidating than you realized, her face was devoid of any and all emotion.

"I want you to leave Ominis and I alone. I love him and he loves me. We're not doing anything wrong." You explain firmly, you can see Sebastian trembling behind you, his wand still raised.

"So you have been corrupting him. I'm losing my precious son and it's all your fault." The air around her seems to darken, and suddenly you feel like a lamb that's walked straight into the lions den. You're in way over your head...perhaps Ominis was right. But it's too late to backdown now, so you continue to stand your ground. Her gaze sharpens, her expression dark and dangerous. She takes slow steps towards you, you feel completely frozen.

"You lost him all on your own, when you tortured him!" You spit at her, forcing yourself to ignore the fear coursing through you. You suddenly wished Ominis were here, he might have been able to talk her down. But he isn't here, so you'll have to do your best without him. Please don't be angry with me you plead to yourself, even though you know he will be.

"He needed to be taught a lesson! He was being a disobedient little brat. I don't need a dirty Mudblood to tell me how to raise my own son!" Her voice was raising, hatred seeping into her face. You flinch at the harshness of her words, subtly taking a step back towards Sebastian. Her eyes land on him then, and she grins. Almost as if she didn't even realize he were here before.

"Sallow, such a pity you associate yourself with this vagrant. As a Pureblood I expected better of you." She tuts like a disapproving Mother would. Sebastian swallows thickly, he has also realized that the two of you have made an enormous error. She stops once she's stood directly in front of you, a lightness reaching her eyes that wasn't there before. It made fear surge through you like cold water had been dumped on your head.

"I think we need to talk privately, don't you? Mr. Sallow I will only let you go this once. If I ever see you consorting with Mudbloods again, I'll be sure to teach you the same lesson I taught Ominis." She said calmly and before either of you could protest she was gone...and she took you with her. Sebastian stood, mouth agape as the two of you disappeared. His heart fell into his stomach, now you were alone with her. The woman who loves torturing Muggles more than anything.

Oh fuck. He needs to get Ominis.

"Ominis!" Hands were harshly shaking him, disturbing the nice dream he had been having. He tried to ignore whoever it was, hoping they would go away.

"Ominis, wake up! It's important." Ominis recognized Sebastian's voice, and he groaned. Ominis pushed his head further into the pillow. Go away Sebastian.

"Y/N's in danger!"

Wait.

Ominis's eyes flew open and he sat up in bed quickly, his heart suddenly racing.

"What? What happened? Where is she?" Ominis gasps, pulling himself out of bed to pull his robes on as quickly as he can. Sebastian pulls him out of the dorm and braces himself for Ominis's reaction.

"You're not allowed to be mad." Sebastian says, and Ominis already feels frustrated.

"What did you do?" He snaps, and Sebastian winces.

"Technically it was Y/N's idea. I was just trying to help." He explains weakly, and Ominis already looks positively livid.

"What on Earth happened?" Ominis snaps and Sebastian knows he has no choice but to tell him what happened.

"She wanted to confront your Mother-"

No.

"-so we snuck out tonight and confronted her-"

Please this can't be happening.

"-and your Mother kidnapped Y/N and I don't know where they went." Sebastian finished and by the time he was done Ominis had turned to grasp onto the metal railing. He feels waves of panic rising in his chest like tidal waves, and the gnawing frustration, why can't you just listen to him? He loves that you're headstrong, but sometimes you're too headstrong. Why can't you just listen to him??

"Ominis?" Sebastian tries gently, he can see how rigid Ominis's shoulders are. Despite how angry Ominis is with you, you're alone with his Mother right now. The fear coursing through him overrules all else.

"We have to find her, take me to where you met with my Mother." Ominis says, taking Sebastian's hand knowing that will be the fastest way to lead Ominis there without him bumping into stuff or falling down the stairs. Sebastian leads Ominis through the castle, holding onto him tightly and being sure to tell Ominis when there are stairs coming up. They make it outside to the exact spot you were taken and Ominis is trying not to panic.

"Okay...okay where would my Mother go?" Ominis pulls anxiously at his hair, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Somewhere secluded, far away enough so other people can't hear any screams." Sebastian says factually, his sentence nearly brings Ominis to his knees.

"Can't hear any screams? Oh Merlin..." He feels sick, his hands are pressed to his knees as he doubles over. He feels lightheaded, sick, hot all over, and like he could scream. Sebastian is quick to get to Ominis's side, his hand gently rubbing Ominis's back. Sebastian has always seen Ominis like a little brother and is quite protective of him.

"We'll find her, I promise. I'm so sorry Ominis." Sebastian says, his voice quieter at the end.

"This isn't your fault Sebastian." Ominis says, it's yours and he's definitely angry with you. But he can be angry later, when you're safe in his arms.

"Seriously Ominis, think. The only person who would know where she went is a Gaunt. You can do this, think!" Sebastian pushes and Ominis stands upright. Somewhere secluded, somewhere his Mother could control. Away from other people, far enough away that nobody could disturb them. You're being tortured, right now. You're probably screaming, crying, begging for her to stop. Crying out for him, pleading that he finds you.

I'm trying my love, I promise I'll find you.

"Ominis, any ideas?" Sebastian is doing his best to make sure Ominis stays focused, he can see that is Ominis falling apart.

"There's a crypt in the Forbidden Forest, a place my family created centuries ago. You can only open the door if you're a Gaunt. That has to be where." Ominis says finally, and he takes off for the Forbidden Forest. Sebastian quickly follows behind him and for once, Ominis is glad Sebastian is near.

Your arms are chained to the walls, the metal cuffs are biting your skin painfully. Literally biting, the inside of the cuffs are lined with...teeth? You try to blink the blurriness out of your eyes so you could see where you were. There was stone everywhere, stone floors, walls, ceiling. There were cut outs in the walls, rectangular shapes just big enough to fit a coffin. Is this a tomb or a crypt of some kind? The room is dimly lit by a cluster of candles sitting against a wooden table on the other side of the room.

"Welcome back, piglet." A voice says from the opposite side of the room. You can barely make out a silhouette leaning against the table, it's Mrs. Gaunt. There's a cigarette in her hand, the smoke slowly filling the room leaving it hazy.

"That's all you are, useless meat for me to play with. Shall we have some fun, piglet?" She smiles, its a twisted grin. So this is why Ominis was so afraid, only he knew how sick his family is. You should have listened, and you swear if you make it out of here alive you will never doubt him again. She takes few steps towards you, dagger brandished in her hand. Your heart begins to race as you yank on the chains, causing you to cry out in pain. The razor sharp teeth lining the inside of the cuffs slice into your skin, every time you yank against the chains they'll cut into you.

She kneels in front of you, using her knife to slowly cut your robes off you. When she's finished, you're left in your undergarments. She sneers at you, staring into your eyes. There is no love in her gaze, no life, just nothing. Two empty blue voids. You can hardly believe Ominis is even related to this horrible woman, he's so compassionate and kind.

"It is in my opinion that clothing tends to dampen the pain the Cruciatus curse has to offer, I want you to feel it all." She explains, and you feel your entire body trembling. Mrs. Gaunt returns to the wooden table, picking up her wand and turning back to face you.

"You have corrupted my son, you've filled his heart with love and happiness. You've made him soft, gentle, weak. You have sullied the noble house of Gaunt, that is a crime I could never forgive. Are you ready for your punishment piglet?" Mrs. Gaunt asks, you resist the urge to swear at her for speaking about Ominis that way. You doubt it would do any good. You close your eyes and grind your teeth together. You brace for the pain, you know it's going to come. Ominis had described it to you once, he said its like all of your cells are on fire. Like everything is burning, exploding, and putting itself back together all at once. Like your blood has been electrocuted, agony unlike anything he's ever felt.

"Crucio!" You hear her say the curse with such venom in her tone you know it'll be pure agony. The more you mean it, the more it hurts the victim. At least, that's what Ominis said. You brace for the pain, but it doesn't come. When you open your eyes, it's as though everything is happening in slow motion. You see Sebastian and Ominis, and the red sparks of the curse leaving the tip of her wand. Before the spell can hit you, Ominis throws himself in front of you, shieling your body with his own. He didn't have to think about it, there was no consideration. He leapt in front of you on pure instinct, he loves you. He knows how this spell feels, he will never let you feel it.

"Ominis no!" You scream, tears blinding your vision as the curse hits him. This is all your fault. Ominis cries out in agony, like a tortured animal. His cries are guttural, they shake you to your core. He writhes on the ground, red sparks shooting all over his entire body. You yank against the chains, despite them cutting into your wrists so deeply there is blood running down your arms.

"Protego!" You hear Sebastian shout as Mrs. Gaunt throws another spell at him. He immediately rushes towards you and Ominis as the red sparks begin to fade from his body and his breathing evens out. His eyes are closed but you know he's still awake. You see sweat beading along his forehead, and his expression is one of agony. Your heart feels like it's been ripped out of your chest, like it's there with him on the ground- tormented in agony. You feel rage bubbling in your chest, a rage unlike anything you've felt before this moment. You narrow your eyes as your gaze settles on Mrs. Gaunt, who doesn't even look remorseful that she just hit Ominis instead of you.

"Alohomora!" Sebastian says, and the cuffs around your wrists pop open, dropping you to the ground. You rise to your feet as Ominis sits up, his head in his hands and his entire body trembling. She did this to him. Sebastian eyes you, as if suddenly realizing you're not wearing any clothes, save your undergarments'. He's happy for once that Ominis can't see. Sebastian shrugs off his robes immediately, handing them to you. You squeeze his hand appreciatively before fastening his robes around your body.

"You're pure evil." You spit at Mrs. Gaunt, facing her with your wand drawn. She laughs, taking another drag of her cigarette as if this is just a normal Wednesday for her. She throws spells at the two of you, each one being blocked. You feel a bubble of energy rising up inside of you, and you narrow your eyes at her trying to focus all of that energy towards her. You call upon the power of Ancient Magic, focusing it all towards her, and it bursts out of you like an explosion. Mrs. Gaunt is thrown against the wall, and as soon as she does she's knocked unconscious. Instantly you and Sebastian are turning towards Ominis. Ominis weakly turns his head towards the sound, his head is so fuzzy he isn't even sure what's going on.

Where is he? The ground beneath his fingertips feels unfamiliar, and it's very cold in here. His teeth are chattering, and his entire body is so sore. He feels your hands on his cheeks, he knows it's you by the way you smell. Sebastian is on his other side, his hand resting on Ominis's back.

"My love? Are you okay? Ominis talk to me please." You beg, tears streaming down your cheeks. He looks confused, and there is a very distant look on his face. He blinks a few times, turning his head to face yours- or where he assumes you are. It takes a few minutes, but slowly it comes back to him. You...you went off to find his Mother. She kidnapped you, brought you to the Gaunt Family crypt located in the Forbidden Forest. She cast Crucio towards you, and Ominis took the hit... so you didn't have to.

"Ominis please, please say something." You were outright begging now, he was still sitting there silently and you remember Ominis mentioning that the Cruciatus curse can also impact the mind. Can drive people to the point of insanity, and there's no coming back from it. You have no idea how many times this curse was cast on him as a child, what if this was just too much? What if he doesn't recover? This was all your fault! All because you thought you could-

"I'm okay sweetheart." Ominis mutters softly, his hand searching the ground until he finds yours. You cry from pure relief, sobs wracking through your body. Ominis winds his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. You bury your face in his neck, crying softly as he holds you. He leans back against the crypt wall, his panic finally easing now that you're here in his arms where you should be.

The anger comes back too.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Ominis hisses quietly. You pull back, sniffling and wiping your tears. You can hardly meet his gaze even though you know he can't see you. You don't know what to say, you were being cocky and arrogant. You thought you could handle this peacefully, that you could talk it out. But you were a fool, and a naïve little girl. You didn't know how Ominis could ever forgive you, it was your fault that he got hit with the Cruciatus curse. Your fault that he had to put himself in danger to come save you. Your fault that any of this happened at all.

"I thought I could fix it, I didn't want her to hurt you again! And- and you got hurt because of me. Ominis I'm so sorry. You...you were...and its my fault. Its all my fault it's-" You began to ramble, emotion swelling in your throat making it hard to speak. Ominis's cross expression softened, his hand reached up to wipe away falling tears. He can't be angry with you, even if he should be.

"It's alright my love, I promise. I'm okay now." He says, but you're no longer listening. You can't hear him.

"-and then you got hit with...with the curse and I caused that pain. I caused your pain, I love you how could I do that to you?"

"Sweetheart-"

"You're never going to forgive me and- and you don't have to. I understand if you can't...after what I did, after all the trouble I caused you. Please don't leave me Ominis, I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, I didn't-" You blubbered, practically hysterical. Ominis abruptly cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. Hearing you beg him not to leave you caused tears to burn in his eyes. How could you ever think he'd leave you? No matter how angry he is with you, he would never leave you. Never.

His lips moved slow and soft against yours until your breathing relaxed and your heartbeat slowed. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, gently nudging his nose against yours.

"I want you to listen to me right now my love, there is nothing that would ever make me leave you. I might get upset with you, but know that even if I'm angry that I love you. That I will always love you, and none of this was your fault. This was my Mother's fault, my fault for being a Gaunt. Please, please listen to me when it comes to my family. I promise there isn't anybody who knows them better than I do." He says softly, ceasing the panic that was taking over your rational thinking.

"Uh Ominis, your Mother is beginning to...stir. We should go." He says and you stand, helping Ominis up as well.

"Sebastian, take Y/N back to the castle. I need to deal with my Mother once and for all." Ominis says and he can feel your hands tighten around his robes.

"No, no Ominis don't. Come with us please." You beg, fear beginning to swirl in your mind once more. Sebastian didn't say anything, he was chewing on his bottom lip anxiously.

"Do you trust me Sebastian?"

"With my life Ominis."

"Then let me do this. Please." Ominis turns his head towards Sebastian, and even though Ominis is blind you know that they have a silent conversation.

"Alright Ominis." Sebastian agrees, gently taking your arm and leading you away even though you were protesting the entire time.

"No, Sebastian we need to help Ominis. I can't lose him, please-"

"Ominis is perfectly capable of protecting himself. We need to let Nurse Blainey tend to the cuts on your wrists okay?" He says gently, his arms around you as he carefully leads you back to the castle. Ominis remains in the crypt, wincing as he leans back against the wall while he waits for his Mother to wake. It feels like his entire body has been hit by a train, like he's spent the last week being a dragon's chew toy. He'll never tell you how bad it feels though, or that it continues to hurt to a certain degree after the curse has already faded. His muscles are sore, but his chest is the worst. His chest feels as though it's been impaled, like a dagger has been driven clear through his heart. It'll be about a week before the residual pain fades. He can't tell you, you'll feel like it's your fault and he doesn't want you to feel guilty for being kidnapped.

"O...Ominis." It's more of a statement than a question but Ominis answers nonetheless.

"Yes Mother?"

"You're still here." She sounds pleased, that will soon change.

"Not for long, only to deliver a message." Ominis says, hissing in pain as he pushes himself from the wall. He takes slow steps towards her, he can hear her shuffling things around on the wooden table.

"Ominis quit being-"

"You will never hurt her again Mother. You will never even attempt it. You're going to return to London and you'll never visit me again." Ominis says firmly, his voice unwavering. Gone is the boy who is afraid of his Mother. Gone is the boy who feels small in her presence.

"Is- is that so?" Her voice wavered, for once in his entire life Ominis has detected a weakness in his Mother. You must have really done some damage, a proud smile makes it's way onto his face. Of course you damaged her, you're the strongest Witch in the entire school and he knows you'll only continue to get stronger.

"Yes Mother or I swear I will hurt you myself, that or I'll have you arrested. Y/N knows Officer Singer and I assure you she will believe any accusations that are made against you, especially if I am the only making the accusations." Ominis snaps, his fists curling. She chuckles, coughing as she does so.

"You've really grown up Ominis, I'm almost proud. Maybe I would be if you weren't with that useless Mudblood." She sighs, and Ominis feel rage flare in his chest at that despicable word.

"Goodbye Mother, do not come back." He snaps, before slowly making his way out of the crypt, only bumping into the wall 3 times on his way out.

Nurse Blainey finishes cleaning up the cuts on your wrists, and Sebastian remains by your side the entire time. You're very appreciative of his friendship. She had a lot of questions, and Sebastian swiftly explained that you two had wandered too close to the Forbidden Forest on your way back to the castle. She raised a questioning brow, but Nurse Blainey actually liked Sebastian so she didn't question him. Which is unusual, because the vast majority of the staff did not like Sebastian at all. With your lack of clothing and the fact that you're wearing Sebastian's robes you're thankful she decided against asking further questions.

You eyed the doors to the Infirmary anxiously, Ominis had yet to return and if anybody needs to be examined by Nurse Blainey it's him. Although his condition will prove difficult to explain. By the time you've finished, Nurse Blainey makes Sebastian promise to ensure you get back to your bed safely. He agrees quickly and you two are making your way back, with no sign of Ominis. Suddenly as you cross into the Transfiguration courtyard, an owl flies overhead dropping a letter into your hand.

Meet me in the Undercroft. -O.G

You smile widely, and Sebastian grins before turning around and leading you into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. He leaves you at the entrance to the Undercroft, somehow understanding he is no longer needed. You thank him and promise to return his robe to him tomorrow. You make your way into the Undercroft, looking around for Ominis. As soon as the gate opens you see him, lying back against a simple bed he conjured. At the sound of the gate closing he props himself up to smile at you. You smile widely as you make your way towards him. You instantly lay down on the bed next to him, relief flooding your veins seeing him here safe. He instantly wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his chest.

"I don't want to sleep in the dorms tonight, stay with me?" Ominis whispers, not wanting to break the comfortable silence in the Undercroft. Your cheeks flush, you and Ominis have never slept next to each other. Being with him all night, feeling him against you, his warmth...it sounds like heaven.

And hell. You can already feel heat building between your legs at the thought of being in a bed all night...alone...with Ominis.

"Do you even need to ask?" You ask playfully, and he laughs softly. You can see him wince slightly. Your heart hurts. Ominis reaches over, his hand finding your arm before lifting it to his lips. He kisses over the skin Nurse Blainey healed and his lips travel up your arm, across the top of your shoulder. He leans up to hover over you, his lips pressing kisses up your neck. You sigh softly, feeling his lips ghosting over the spot on your neck that makes your insides melt.

"Is this okay?" Ominis mumbles against your jaw and it feels like your brain is short-circuiting. His lips feel heavenly against your skin, making goosebumps rise in his wake.

"Yes, this is perfect. Keep going." You softly urge, your legs falling open to allow him more room. His hands find your stomach before they wander, it's the only way he will be able to learn how to navigate your body. His hands slide up your body, feeling the hem of your bralette before sliding around your back. His lips meet yours in a languid kiss, soft and slow and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. You moan softly against him as he presses his hips against yours, the pressure pushing his cock against your heat. The sounds you're beginning to make send shockwaves of pleasure through him, heating him up from the inside.

His fingers find the back of your bralette and he can only hope he can figure out how to get the clasp undone. His distracts you with his lips and by gently grinding his cock against you, the heat coming from between your legs is making him so hard it hurts. Thankfully, the clasp pops open (he's not even sure how he managed to open it) and he pulls the fabric off your body. Now more than ever Ominis wished he could see. He wants to see your body laid bare for him to see, but he knows that will never be. So this is enough, feeling your skin and hearing you moan beneath him is enough. His hands slide up your stomach, eager to explore the skin he's never had the chance to feel.

"Oh Ominis..." You mewl when his thumb brushes gently over your hardening nipple. Your reaction encourages him to keep going, though due to the pain still coursing through his body he has to continue slowly. His left hand cups your breast, gently massaging as he lowers his head against your chest. He isn't quite sure where your nipple is so he presses his lips against your skin as soon as he feels you beneath his lips. He presses kisses as he explores your chest, and eventually he finds your nipple and takes it gently into his mouth. Your hands card into his hair, pulling gently as his teeth nip at your bud. Ominis is trying not to, but he does feel slightly insecure. It's easy for him to feel inadequate because he's blind but your moans and sighs are enough to convince him he's at least pleasuring you well enough.

His hand pinches and rolls your nipple while his tongue laves attention to the other, and you feel your entire body heating up considerably. Your head is barely clear enough to gasp out, "more, more please Ominis."

He smiles against you as his right hand slides down your stomach to where he knows you need him. His hand reaches the hem of your underwear and he pauses for a moment, giving you a chance to stop him. When he hears no protest from you he slides his hand beneath the waistband and gently feels your folds. He barely bites back a groan when he feels how drenched you are.

"You're soaked darling." Ominis praises, his forehead gently resting against yours as he slides a finger through your wet folds. You whine pathetically, trying to grind your hips against his hand. Ominis chuckles softly.

"I know my love, I know. Don't worry, I'm here." He whispers, pressing his lips against yours as he gently plays with your clit. He's being so soft, so careful, and yet so curious. He keeps his face close to yours so he can feel every pant you make, hear every whine and moan that leaves your angelic lips. His fingers rub gentle circles over your clit, causing more wetness to gush out of you. You gasp against his lips as he flicks your clit, and you lift your hips to try and entice him for more.

"I need more, i-inside me please." You beg and this time Ominis groans against your lips. His fingers trail down your folds until they reach your entrance and he carefully pushes one lithe finger into you. You let you a desperate moan, your back arching and pressing your bare chest against him. He gently pumps his finger in you, swallowing every beautiful moan that leaves your lips.

"You're beautiful sweetheart." Ominis tells you earnestly, and he doesn't need functioning eyes to know that. He continues to pump his finger into you, and soon he's gently pressing in a second. This one hurts, you are a virgin after all. You wince at the slight stretch, pressing your face into his neck. Ominis wraps his other arm around your back, holding you as he gently works two fingers into your tight heat. You're moaning against his skin, holding into him tightly and you're so so wet. So warm, so inviting. He feels like he's slowly losing his mind, he can't even imagine what being inside you is going to feel like. Ominis has never felt more connected to another human being in his life, and he knows you feel the same.

"Oh, oh Ominis I'm going to cum." You whimper as he continues his slow, steady pace- carefully building the pleasure higher and higher. Ominis presses his lips to your neck, gently biting and sucking at your skin. Your entire body felt like it was inside a furnace, and a sheen layer of sweat was beginning to shine on your skin. His fingers were hitting a spot inside you that made you moan louder than before, your toes were curled as you kept your eyes on him. He doesn't stop, he continues to sweetly thrust his fingers into you until you're clamping hard around him and moaning so beautifully. Your back arches and your hands curl tightly around his robes as you cum and he can feel you gushing around his fingers. It's perfect.

"I love you Ominis, I- I need more. I need all of you, please." You beg, and he chuckles. You're damn near insatiable and he absolutely loves it. Your hand drifts down his front to curl around his aching cock, which he has been neglecting to ensure you came at least once before he even took off any clothing.

"I love you, are you sure sweetheart? You're ready?" He has to check, needs to know you want this as badly as he does. You nod immediately before remembering he can't see you, which makes your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Yes, yes yes I'm sure. I need to feel you inside me. I need you inside me now." You beg and Ominis smiles before reluctantly standing to shrug his robes off. You watch him pull his tie off before working at the buttons of his shirt. His cheeks warm, he knows you're watching him. Seeing every part of him as he gently sheds layer after layer until he's stood bare before you. He might not be able to see you, but he loves that you get to see him.

"You're so perfect Ominis." You whisper, your eyes drifting over every inch of bare skin presented to you. His cheeks flush even deeper as he whispers a quiet 'thank you' before climbing onto the bed over you again. He reaches down to carefully pull your underwear off you and you spread your legs wide for him to slot himself between them. You loop your arms around his bare shoulders as he reaches down to feel where your soaked entrance is. He shudders as he notches his head against your folds, pressed up to your entrance. You wait in anticipation for him to move, but he begins to gently slide his tip from your entrance up to your clit and back down again. You sigh in frustration, why will he not get inside you already?

"Ominis don't tease." You beg and your words make him smile, you always forget there is a bit of a rebellious streak to Ominis. He wouldn't be friends with Sebastian if there wasn't. He could be mischievous when he wanted to be. Wetness gushes out and begins to slick your inner thighs and Ominis is mesmerized by the wet sounds your heat makes. Finally once he's deemed you wet enough to take him he presses the tip firmly against your entrance. He slides his hand up until he finds yours and he laces your fingers together. Ominis's other hand is at the base of his cock as he gently pushes his hips forward, sliding his tip into your suffocating cunt.

"Oh my love," Ominis purrs, his head dipping down to kiss you as he continues to work himself into your tight heat. He presses himself in inch by inch, and you quietly cry out in pain at the intrusion. His eyes have fallen shut, you feel absolutely incredible, this feeling is incomparable. Nothing in his life will ever come close to making him feel as good as he feels right now, with you. He continues his gentle intrusion, whispering words of reassurance in your ear. Telling you how perfect you feel, how good you're doing, that he's almost in. Once he hits your hymen he pauses, you know what he's asking.

You respond with a whiny, "please."

And Ominis is surging his hips forward, past your hymen until his hips are flush against yours. You moan like a whore, and it makes Ominis shudder. You feel so soft and so warm, you're so unbelievably wet around him. Ominis doesn't move, he can feel how tight you're squeezing him, knows you must be in pain. He kisses you gently, his thumb rubbing little circles on your clit to help distract you from the pain. You kiss him back, moaning softly as more wetness drips out of you. Slowly the pain ebbs away and you're wriggling against him, becoming restless. Ominis can't help but think how perfect you are.

"Is it okay if I move, darling?" Ominis asks gently and you press your forehead against his.

"Please move, I need you to move." You plead and Ominis is very slowly pulling his hips back. He's going so slow you can feel every ridge of his cock as he pulls out to the tip, only to surge back in. You squeal softly, and the wet sounds of your cunt taking his cock make Ominis groan. He begins a slow deep pace, letting you feel every inch of his cock as he tenderly kisses your cervix with his tip. You're moaning into his mouth and Ominis can no longer quiet his groans and gasps. He loves listening to the sounds of your bodies connecting, he loves feeling so close to you. Ominis didn't realize that sex would make him feel so connected to you, like the two of you were becoming one. Most of all Ominis loves the sounds of pleasure you make, every gasp, moan, and squeal takes him a little higher. He loves knowing it was him that made you moan like that.

"I-I love you." You cant help but say it, you've never felt closer to him than you do right now. He continues to thrust into you softly, one hand holding yours and the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. You felt pleasure exploding through every nerve ending, your entire body is shuddering and covered in goosebumps. Ominis groans when you say you love him, it's euphoric.

"I love you sweetheart, I fucking love you." Ominis gasps, and he really doesn't swear often. You smile at that, you love knowing you have this effect on him. You feel your orgasm swiftly approaching and Ominis knows it too, he can feel the way your hips push to meet his thrusts. Can hear it in the way your moans turn more desperate, raising up in pitch.

"Make me come Ominis, please please please." You plead desperately. Your words are starting to make him feel lightheaded with pleasure.

"I've got you my love, I'm going to make it all better." He promises with a kiss on your forehead, gasping against you as he feels his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Should- should I pull out?" He asks, gritting his teeth together at the thought of leaving your inviting heat now. But he doesn't want to risk getting you pregnant, you however have a different idea.

"No, no please come inside me. I need to feel you fill me up Ominis." You whisper and he swears he died and went to heaven right then and there. How on Earth did he up with the most perfect woman?

"But we can't have a baby now my love-" He tries, Ominis always being the voice of reason. You know that should scare you into agreeing but it doesn't. If anything it makes you want him to come inside you more.

"Don't care, please. Please if you don't come inside me I'll never forgive you." You threaten weakly as he continues to thrust into you gently. He knows that isn't true but he chooses not to pull out anyway. You feel the coil wind tighter until it snaps, and your back arches with a silent moan. You clamp and convulse against him and Ominis chases his own orgasm, thrusting harsher into your fluttering walls. Feeling you gush continuously around him drives him over the edge and he slams into you, stilling as he comes inside you. You moan as you feel him fill you up, as you requested. Once he comes down from his high, he gently pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you.

"We have to do that more often." You pant softly and Ominis laughs, genuinely laughs. It makes you laugh too. You love him and he loves you, nothing else matters. His hand tangles with yours, your fingers lacing together. Ominis pulls the covers back and lays against the pillows, holding his arms open for you to slot yourself into his side. Which you do. He pulls the covers over both of you and gently wraps his arms around you, your back pressed against his chest. His fingers gently stroke over your tummy and there's a smile on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" You mumble sleepily.

"The future."

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My Borrowed Son | 16 | Friends and Curiosities

Chapter Sixteen | Friends and Curiosities

Parker couldn’t believe it. Within such a short amount of time, he suddenly had a dozen followers and friends on his page.

Sure, he didn’t know them personally, but everyone was welcoming and polite – two things he was eager to report to his mom when she expressed concern. The miniscule boy also made sure his mom knew he was being safe, not giving out too much personal information, and that the topic of his condition hadn’t even been brought up.

One person commented on his profile picture being interesting, which was a picture of Parker standing in front of his computer screen, but he just explained it was a background and that he wanted to showcase the platform he was publishing on. Karl was the kid’s name, and evidently he and Parker were the same age.

All in all, Parker was pleased with his interactions and the people he was meeting. Lots of them had advice and things for him to check out, and he liked all of the things he was seeing.

There were sketches of space and vast mountains as well as the everyday interactions. There were hundreds of stories from writers just like him.

It felt nice. It felt like some kind of community with people supporting and helping one another. A sense of satisfaction filled the young teen every time he checked his notifications and saw he was getting the chance to meet someone new.

“Just look here, mom,” said Parker eagerly as he showed his mom the latest post he made. “It has almost fifteen likes!” He looked up into his mom’s features and saw her beaming with pride.

“That’s so great, Parker,” she complemented. “Are you going to post your latest story from Mr. Tamplin’s class?”

“I… think so. I don’t know yet though. It doesn’t feel done,” he replied, feeling his cheeks getting warm. The latest story he came up with for Mr. Tamplin’s class was a fiction fantasy story about a sprite named Tal’el. It essentially was his backstory for the Dungeons and Dragons campaign he and his friends started.

Basically, he was a small fairy-like person who was a poison master for his people until he decided he wanted to go out adventuring and exploring. The Dungeon Game Master said it was fine if he played a smaller character, thankfully not questioning why he would want to do such a thing and found a special class for him to play as.

The story actually won a young adult author award for his class and Parker had Mr. Tamplin to thank since it was he who tutored him through his writing slumps. He was now refining it for his literature class.

“Well, don’t be scared to post it sweetie. You’re such a great writer and can do whatever you set your mind to,” encouraged his mom. “Now before you get sucked into checking your notifications, finish your homework and get ready for bed. You have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yes, momma,” Parker replied, rolling his screen back into place in the main area. The structure walls rumbled as his mom closed the outside walls to his home. It was hard to believe it had been a whole month since he “moved in” to this new space.

Parker loved it, in a weird way.

Not to sound ungrateful, but having his own space to roam around, especially in a space that felt suited to him, made him feel just a little bit normal. He liked that he was usually at eye-level with his mom instead of having her loom over him. Just the thought made him shudder involuntarily, and he wasn’t sure why.

It made him feel guilty every time the sensation seized him.

But, now was not the time to dwell on that. It was time for bed.

Parker walked into his room and rummaged through his dresser to find his oversized space t-shirt and elastic band sleep shorts. Then, he went back to the computer and finished submitting his assignments. The words filled the page and Parker hoped that his paper on the evolution of technology was going to be good enough to get him the grade he needed.

Parker’s other assignments were a breeze. Math was simple enough and the biology project about documenting the growth of plants was going smoothly. It was his other project, his story for his literature course, that he was worried about. It was his same story that he was using for his channel, but it was more a mild fear of rejection and lack of perfection.

His online friends liked it, but would his teacher? His followers?

Parker sighed and leaned against the wall before slinking down further into the chair. His eyes focused on the blinking line in front of him as he stared at the end of the fifth chapter he had been editing. Something about this story felt particularly personal, but Parker remembered hearing once about how writers put more of themselves than they’re aware of when they’re making characters and stories.

Perhaps this was just part of that feeling?

The teen sighed and stretched when, suddenly, his lights flickered up above him.

Confusion injected itself into his mind as he stared at the wired lights on the ceiling. His eyes flicked over to the wall switch.

Perhaps just a fluke?

The notion was dismissed when the lights flickered two more times, all of his lights dimming and glowing systematically.

Something raised the hair on the back of Parker’s neck. He felt like he was on pins and needles, the anticipation of a drop while suspended in mid-air. Cautiously, the curious teen stood up and walked over to the switch, examining it closely.

It was still up and wasn’t jiggling or loose.

The lights flickered again.

It felt like he was in a spooky movie, of which Parker had only ever seen one in his life along with a couple of older “thrillers” like Alien and Jaws. Even those movies were censored because his mom didn’t want him to get too spooked.

Was there something wrong with the plug?

Parker glanced at the window at the back by the stairs and, just for a moment, he could have sworn he saw something.

It looked like the quick flick of a shadow.

It was quick and Parker wasn’t even sure if he knew what he saw. He did just step out of his room after all, and he had been staring at his computer screen, which he knew sometimes made shadows appear when there weren’t any.

He held deathly still, his entire body locking up like a perfect figurine. His body fell naturally into the position as he slowly crouched and laid his hand against the floor, as if he could detect any trembling or motion.

He didn’t get a chance to investigate for long though. Before he could make his way to the stairs in his crouched position, there was a knock on the table that made Parker nearly jump out of his skin.

“Parker? Are you going to bed soon?” Parker’s entire body shivered as he pushed himself upright and heaved in a few deep breaths. Every nerve in his body felt electrified. While his heart continued to thrum rapidly, he cleared his throat and called over his shoulder to his mom as the sides of the walls began to open.

“Y-y-yeah, mom. I’m ready for bed,” said Parker. He glanced up at the lights stayed on without the slightest hint of a flicker. The walls opened fully and, instantly, Parker saw his mom’s brow furrow quizzically.

“Everything okay? You look a bit pale,” she said. The maternal instinct in Amanda kicked in and she reached forward and pressed the tip of her finger against Parker’s forehead. He shied away from it, which was typical teenage behavior, but something else felt off about Parker that Amanda couldn’t quite place.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. I just…” Parker stopped short. It felt like something physically squirmed in his mind, preventing him from saying something about the shadow and the lights. He shook the notion loose, confused as to why this instinct flared up in him, and proceeded with his thought. “I just saw the lights flicker and got spooked.”

“Oh?” Amanda replied as she glanced over and looked down at the power strip that fed electricity into Parker’s Place. Nothing looked off about it to her, but she still knelt and glanced around the ground.

Still nothing.

“Well,” she sighed as she stood and walked back over to the front of Parker’s tiny home. “I don’t see anything. It looks like it’s all plugged in, but we’ll check on it tomorrow. Okay? For now, it’s bedtime.”

“Yes, momma,” replied Parker as he walked up to the edge and accepted the kiss on his torso that his mom gave him. With that, Amanda smiled and watched as Parker curled under the blankets, forming an almost imperceptible lump in the bed. “Goodnight momma. I love you.”

“I love you too, Parker. Sweet dreams my love.” Amanda closed the walls and secured them tightly before tiptoeing out of the room and to her own room to turn in for the night.

Just in the other room, Parker laid there with his heart still fluttering nervously. Everything in him was still on edge, and the curiosity of what was going on with his lights was really bothering him. Parker enjoyed a good mystery or puzzle, but he generally liked ones he could solve.

This one wasn’t solved yet.

For what felt like a couple of hours, Parker tossed and turned in his bed as a mixture of homework assignments and curiosities about the power outlet swirled like a mist in his mind. The more the young teen thought, the more it annoyed him that he didn’t have the answers.

He had had enough.

Parker pushed himself up and decided to go and check out the source of the flickering lights. If it was a cable going bad or possibly the breaker being loose, he needed to get a new one as soon as possible. It would be terrible if he was in class and his power went out. His mom said they would do it in the morning, but Parker knew himself; and he knew he couldn’t sleep if he didn’t at least go and see it for himself.

He couldn’t afford to not check it out with his presentation tomorrow.

The teen stepped noiselessly through his house and exited the front door. As he walked around, he noticed a few things that just seemed, in a word, natural.

Sound was amplified. The darkness in the corners of the room seemed brighter. He could feel every tremble in the desk from his footsteps.

As he made it outside, a choice presented itself to him. For a moment, he considered going down the climbing line he installed himself on the backside of the desk.

But he knew if he slipped on the rope and got hurt, which he never did, his mom would make him take down the line.

He decided to risk it.

It was late. She was asleep. Parker was as sure footed as a goat and knew he would be fine all the way down. The temptation was also too great for the teen to resist. Plus, it would be a lot faster.

There was something about the experience that was, in a word, liberating. The free fall. The catch. The feel of the rope in between his fingers.

It felt natural.

The urge to climb and fall and hide never failed to fascinate parker. Whether it was something his condition genetically programmed him to do so or if it was some personality trait he possessed, he didn’t know.

What he did know was the sensation was addictive and he was itching for a good climb.

Parker snagged the line in between his fingers and leaned over the edge of the desk. There was a mild sense of vertigo that swelled inside him, but he loved it. The weightlessness seized him as he let himself slip over the edge, hands and feet firmly in place and secured on the line.

The line burned against the teen’s palms and against his legs as he quickly descended. It felt like something a secret agent would do, and it felt epic.

The moment Parker’s feet hit the ground, he felt himself instinctually look around and crouch low. Silently, he stepped across the planks of wood that constructed the floor and walked toward the power strip that was only a few feet away. The whole thing was four times Parker’s size, but he navigated through the wires with ease.

His hands worked quickly to check the buttons and reset panels, and the teen could find nothing wrong with any of it.

Perhaps something is up with the electrical cover in the wall? Parker wondered silently. He jumped over the stiff cord that led to the wall and approached the trim on the wall which had small notches in it, so he didn’t need to snag a ladder.

As he approached, Parker noticed something by the very base of the electrical cover that made his hair stand on end.

It was a drill bit.

Flat head.

It was a tad bit rusty, and Parker didn’t recognize it from his mom’s kit that she used to help construct his space. He approached and picked it up, realizing it wasn’t as heavy as he thought it would be. In his hands, it was about twice the size of the drill that his mom used, and he realized he could probably carry it around easy enough; but where did it come from?

I don’t think this is mom’s drill bit. How’d it get here?

Parker glanced up at the electrical cover and felt his heart skip a beat as he noticed the screw for the wall socket was protruding from the wall ever so slightly.

His entire body was shaking now, but he wasn’t sure why.

Had his mom messed with the electrical cover with some old tools that she forgot about?

It didn’t seem like her.

Parker stepped up on the trim, balancing precariously and using the cord to stabilize himself, as he pushed on the very bottom of the electrical cover.

With almost no effort, the piece wiggled free and the screw clattered to the ground. The end looked a lot shorter than the others. He knew because he helped his mom replace the covers a few weeks ago.

The young teen took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he dared to peek inside. Engulfing darkness belonging to the wall consumed his vision. There was something exciting and enticing about the darkness in front of him.

It felt, in a word, familiar.

But why?

Parker felt his head beginning to throb as his mind stirred some fragmented memory, but it was hazy and distant.

What really set the teen on edge, however, was when he dared to push himself up onto the ledge to peer better into the wall and noticed something else that made his insides fill with nervous energy.

There was something that looked like a pencil mark. Two lines with a triangle on top followed by a little check mark on the inside. To Parker, it looked like a kid’s drawing of a house with a check mark inside of it.

Was this something his mom did?

Or was this some kind of construction mark?

What was this?

What did it mean?

The teen stared at the marks and then back to the darkness of the wall. Just like the shadows of the room when he stepped out of his house, the looming abyss of those narrow spaces between the walls didn’t seem very dark. It almost seemed inviting.

There was something about that confined space between the drywall and the studs and exterior boards that made Parker feel like he was back in his space. It was familiar.

But why?

Parker hadn’t realized that he had been learning forward to the point where he was barely hanging onto the edge of the electrical cover and leaning into the walls. It took the sound of his foot skidding against the wood and nearly tumbling headfirst into the space in front of him.

Startled and shaken, Parker pulled himself back out of the entryway into the walls, forced the electrical cover back onto its perch, and hurried back to his room. He was in such a tizzy, the young teen didn’t even realize he had gone straight to the secured line he left and climbed up it in record time, ignoring the staircase mere feet away.

His little feet barely made noise as he scurried back to his room, securing the door and slipping under his covers without so much as a squeak.

Parker’s mind was racing. What was that he just saw? And what was that weird draw he had toward the walls?

Hopefully, his mom would have the answers.

First thing in the morning, he would ask her. She would make everything better, right?

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Ménage a Quatre

Author’s Note: Requested by @ignite-my-fire , this fic was an absolute delight to write. It’s way longer than I had initially planned so sorry for the delay. I think this is the fic that’s officially making me go to hell but I’d say it’s fucking worth it because damn was this fun to write. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any typos/mistakes! Please note, there is no slash in this fic, as this is not Alabama. (I can make that joke because I was born there)

Summary: You’ve known the Kiszkas for practically their entire lives. Your friendship with them is a little unique given that you’ve slept with all three of them over the years, but you never made it official with any of them. You figure it’s just a matter of time before they find out the truth and you know that once they do, you’ll probably never hear from any of them ever again. They're just about to finish up the last leg of tour and you discover that it’s actually quite the opposite.

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, forgive me father for I have sinned. Foursome. Cussing, dirty talk, name calling, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, hand jobs, unprotected sex. Overall just very dirty. Needless to say, 18+ MINORS DNI (plz)

Word Count: 5056

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These situations were rarely ever simple. And yours is extra complicated given that you’d been friends with the Kiszka brothers for most of their lives. You’d met them all the way back in middle school when you’d shared a class with Sam. He had invited you over to his house to hang out and, as the years passed, you became good friends with Jake and Josh as well. You had been with them for all of it – from their first few band practices in the garage to Greta Van Fleet becoming famous. And somehow, they still considered you family, despite their newfound rockstar status.

It started, you suppose, with Sammy. Since you two are the same age, he’d always been the one that you considered yourself closest to. And sure, you couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, especially as he grew into the man he is now. And he’d always been the one that you figured you might have a shot with. He’d been your first kiss in the 8th grade, and he’d been the one to take your virginity after a drunken homecoming party your senior year. And though it had been incredible, and the two of you slept with each other a few more times that summer, you had never made it official.

Things changed though when you were a sophomore in college and Josh had come alone to visit you. The thing about Josh is that he always comes across as a little flirty, and you had never paid it any mind. But during that particular visit, the banter back and forth between the two of you had been at an all time high. Little touches of his would linger, and you would often catch him staring at you as you passed. Inevitably, you fell into bed with him – just as you had with Sam years before. It was incredible. Josh is a giving lover (just as you always assumed he’d be) and your time together that night haunted your dreams for months after he left. You’d always had a little crush on Sam, but suddenly you found yourself looking at Josh in a brand new light. You felt terribly guilty and chalked it up to the Kiszka charm and did your best to push the both of them from your mind.

And then came your graduation party. Josh, Jake, and Sam – along with all of your other friends and family were present. The night was full of excitement and catching up and plenty of alcohol to go around. You would blame that alcohol for a long time for what happened. Sleeping with the third Kiszka brother was, you insisted to yourself, merely a result of drinking way too much. Jake was nothing like Josh or Sam. He was dominant, commanding. And you loved every minute of it. His fingers were fucking magical, calloused and talented, and he had brought you to the edge so many times you had lost count. And as you laid there that night, head resting on his shoulder as he slept, you realized that you were completely, irrevocably, and utterly fucked.

Sleeping with your childhood best friend was one thing, but fucking both of his older brothers was a whole other problem. The guilt ate away at you, consuming your thoughts and souring any moment you shared with them. And the worst part of it was, you couldn’t really make yourself regret any of it. All three of them had given you nights that you would never forget, and any other man you tried to sleep with paled in comparison. You couldn’t even pleasure yourself without your mind drifting to those nights – imagining the way Sam thrust into powerfully, or the way Josh ate you out like a man starved, or the way Jake had stared into your eyes has he edged you for what felt like the millionth time. You’d had a taste of the talented Kiszka brothers, and you were hungry for me – no matter how wrong it was.

The years passed and, despite your best efforts, you slept with them all a handle of times each. And each and every time the guilt chipped away at you, eating away at your thoughts constantly. You never said a word to any of them about the whole situation, and as the years passed it got harder and harder to think of a way to bring it up to them. Eventually, you just accepted that one day they’d all find out and your friendship with the Kiszkas would be ruined forever and that there was nothing you could really do about it. The best you could do was enjoy each encounter as much as you could and be thankful while it lasted.

But things would soon change for all four of you. The release of the Battle at Garden’s Gate and the beginning of the Dreams in Gold Tour changed your world completely. The first leg had been brutal as you hardly got to see the boys at all. On one of the few instances in which they were all at home, taking a break, Sam had approached you with an offer you couldn’t refuse.

“Y/n,” He’d said one day whilst the two of you were sitting at the table eating a light lunch, “how would you feel about coming with us for this last leg of the tour?”

Your eyes had grown comically large and you stared at him.

“I mean, ya! I’d love to but… why?” You wrung your hands together, nervous. “I mean, I FaceTime you guys all the time. It’s not like we never get to talk when you’re on tour.”

“I know.” Sam had said, eyes staring at you intently. “But the truth is… I miss the way we used to be.” He glanced down, suddenly bashful. “I miss the nights we used to have together and I thought that maybe, if you were on tour with us, we could do it again.”

The panic that washed over you had been unlike anything you’d ever felt before. The back of your neck grew hot as the guilt that you thought you had escaped reared its ugly head ten fold. The fear must have shown on your face because Sam was quick to backtrack.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! I… I just thought I’d ask.”

“It’s not that, Sammy. I want to. Of course I want to. It’s just…” You trailed off, desperately trying to come up with a reason other than the terrible truth. You couldn’t think of anything.

“Sam, there’s no way for me to tell you this without sounding like the worst fucking person on the planet, and I hope we can still be at least sort of friends after I tell you… but I understand if you decide against ever talking to me ever again because-”

“Y/n.” Sam silenced your rambling. “I know. We all know.”

You stared, unbelieving.

“Know what?” It couldn’t be true.

“Do you really think three brothers aren’t going to brag to each other about sleeping with the hottest fucking girl we know?” He laughed and took a sip of his drink. “Granted, we didn’t immediately know we all were talking about the same one but… once we did, none of us really cared.”

Your jaw fell open as you stared at him. Your brain was barely processing the words he was saying. They had known? All these years? And not one of them had thought to mention it to you…

“And… you’re all, you know… okay with it?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“Duh. I’m not the only one who wants you on tour with us. Josh and Jake both wholeheartedly want you there with us, too.” He watched your face morph from emotion to emotion – from panic, fear, confusion, and finally doubt. “I promise y/n. We’re all cool with it. I wouldn’t have asked you to come along with us if we all hadn’t talked about it first. So,” He spread his arms wide and grinned at you, “What'll it be, y/n?”

And that’s how you found yourself traveling the world with Greta Van Fleet, spending your nights partying with them and sleeping with them whenever they pleased. It was weird at first, having sex with each of them whilst knowing that they all knew, but eventually the oddness faded. Sam, Jake, and Josh were the handsomest fuckers to ever walk the planet, and you were lucky enough to be able to have all three of them. And to be honest, you were having the time of your fucking life.

As time passed, the whole situation began to feel a little less strange. Granted, your situation was anything but normal – but you found yourself and the Kiszkas enjoying life far more than you had been before. There was never any weirdness or animosity between you all – much to your relief. Even if one of them walked in on you with another, there were never any hard feelings. Usually just a smirk and an apology, often accompanied by a laugh as they exited the room. The life became normal – despite being so atypical, and time flew by. Before you all knew it, the tour was drawing to a close.

It was the night of the last show. The boys had absolutely killed it out on stage (just like they always did) but there had been something particularly special about their performance this time. Sam had looked downright ethereal out on stage, effortlessly playing the best he had all tour. Josh’s vocals had been heavenly, and the raw emotion that he was feeling at the end of the tour had been evident – making his singing even more powerful than usual. And Jake’s last Weight of Dreams solo had been mesmerizing, his mannerisms becoming practically feral by the end as he basically fucked his guitar on stage. By the end, you excused yourself to your hotel room, completely wound up after the show. You needed some relief, and you didn’t care which of them it was. At this point, you just needed whoever showed up at your door first. They all had their own spare key, so you were sure it was a race of who could get here first.

It was Jake that made it first. You heard the door unlock and he strode across the room quickly, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a hot kiss to your neck. He was still sweaty and warm against you, and you could easily feel his cock through his stage pants. You turned in his grasp to face him, pressing your lips to his in a needy kiss.

“You looked incredible out there tonight, Jakey.” You said between kisses. He chuckled as he detached himself from you to close the door behind himself.

“Thank you, y/n. Got myself a little worked up.” He turned back around and gave you a pointed grin.

“Oh?” You asked, walking slowly over to the bed. “Something I can help with?”

Jake let out a growl deep in his chest as he wasted no time in stripping his stage clothes, tossing them to the floor in a heap. He walked confidently over to you, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat.

“You know exactly what I need, sweet girl.” He released you. “Strip.” He ordered, and you quickly complied, almost falling over in your haste to rid yourself of your own clothes.

Once free of your clothes, you crawled onto the bed and leaned back, hair splayed out like a halo around your head. You let your legs fall apart, giving Jake a clear view of your glistening folds.

“Well then,” You said, eyes hooded and heart racing, “come and take it.”

Jake wasted no time before jumping onto the bed, the springs creaking as his weight settled. He dove between your thighs, licking a stripe up your pussy. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, uncaring if anyone heard you. Jake began to eat you out like he was a starving man given his first meal, and he quickly had you spewing curses and moans loudly. So loud, in fact, that neither of you heard the door to the room open and close.

“God damn, she is a fucking sight to behold.” Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Josh’s voice. Jake detached himself from your dripping cunt, turning to give his twin a smirk.

“Don’t stop on my account, brother.” Josh said grinning, eyes still trained on your pussy. “Do you mind if I join in on the fun? It is the last show and all…”

They both were looking at you now, and neither of their gazes were demanding. Truly, it was your choice, and you knew that you could say ‘no’ without either of them becoming upset. You thought for a moment, weighing the idea in your mind. Though you’d been sharing them the whole time, none of you had ever crossed the line of sharing at the same time. But you’d be a big fat liar if you said you hadn’t imagined it before – secret, dirty dreams in which you got to have all three of them at once. And well, two out of three ain’t bad.

“I’d love for you to join.” You said, voice still a little shaky from Jake’s earlier attention.

“You sure?” Jake asked, placing a warm palm on your thigh. “It’s okay if you say no.”

“No hard feelings at all, love. Promise.” Josh added, giving you a sweet smile.

“I’m sure. Promise.” You echo Josh’s words and both of their smiles grow.

“Perfect.” Josh said, already beginning to step out of his jumpsuit. He lets it pool around his feet before stepping out of it and you can’t help but moan at the sight of him. Jake brings his mouth back down on your throbbing cunt, and you clench your eyes shut and groan loudly. You feel the bed dip next to you as Josh climbs in, leaning down to press wet kisses to your tits.

“Sammy’s gonna be so jealous that he’s missing out.” You sigh, fighting to keep your voice from cracking.

“Mmm. Probably.” Josh agrees, before swirling his tongue around one of your hard nipples. You moan loudly as Jake suckles on your clit for a moment before sitting up. His face is wet with your juices and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Do you want me to text him?” Jake asks quietly, and Josh sits up as well. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Jake hastily adds. “Two is one thing. All three might be the death of you.” He grins and Josh scoffs at him.

“There were probably a million better ways you could have phrased that.” You laugh at Josh’s comment and Jake gives you both a joking scowl.

“Yeah, probably.” You pause again, gathering your racing thoughts. This whole night is becoming a wet dream come true. “Text him, Jake.”

He nods and rises from the bed to extract his phone from the pile of clothes on the floor by the door. He taps his fingers quickly across the screen.

“He was waiting just down in the lobby bar.” He says, clicking his phone off and lying it back on top of his clothes. “He was gonna wait for his turn.” He chuckles as he returns to the bed.

It doesn’t take long for the door to open again, and Sam enters the room. His hair is framing his pretty face beautifully and you lick your lips at the sight of him.

“Hey, Sammy.” You whisper, eyes dark and chest flushed with excitement. He’s only wearing his stage pants and you can see his cock straining beneath them.

“Hey, y/n.” He says, walking over to the side of the bed.

The three brothers look to each other, eyes dancing back and forth amongst themselves, almost as if they’re carrying a conversation with each other. Knowing them and their close bonds, they probably are.

“Well,” Josh finally says, voice horse and gruff, “a menage a quatre it is, then.” He grins and Sam and Jake do the same, before all of their eyes turn to you. You gulp. You feel like prey, being stalked through the woods by a pack of wild animals. And in a sense, you are. This whole experience with them has been eye opening, as you’ve learned more about yourself and what you like than ever before. Sam, Josh, and Jake have given you a freedom that you’ve never had before, and one that you probably won’t have again.

‘Tonight, pretty girl,” Sammy whispers, “you’re ours.” He says, tracing a finger along the curve of your jaw.

“All ours, my dear.” Josh murmurs as he leans down, ghosting his lips over your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Jake roughly grips the meat of one of your ass cheeks and squeezes, calloused fingers digging into your flesh.

“And you’re gonna fucking take it however we want it.” He says, eyes dark and sparkling.

You swallow thickly and nod your head wordlessly, senses already overwhelmed and every nerve in your body on fire. Sam slides his pants down and off him, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He climbs onto the bed and settles onto his knees by your feet. You turn your head to watch him, entranced by the grace of his movements. In your peripheral you see Josh’s curly head descend upon your skin, leaving wet, hot kisses on your neck. He nips and bites as he goes, drawing breathy little moans from you.

“So pretty like this, baby girl.” He says as he licks into your mouth, tongue plunging into you to explore. He swallows your moan as Sam takes over from Jake earlier, lapping between your folds and circling your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You whine, tossing your head back as Josh brings his mouth back to your tits while one hand tweaks your other nipple. He wraps his free hand around his cock and begins to fuck into his own hand.

“Such pretty noises.” He moans around your breast.

“Such pretty lips, too.” Jake says, sinking to his knees above your head, looking down on you as his hair falls around his face. “Bet they’d look so nice wrapped around my cock.”

“She’s a little slut for sucking cock, Jake.” Sam says, rising briefly from your cunt and your pussy clenches at the loss of stimulation.

Jake grips your jaw with his hand and forces it open before sliding his hard length into your waiting mouth. You relax your tongue and swallow him down deep as you can go and hollow your cheeks. He fucks into your mouth and you can only watch as his eyes fall closed and he throws his head back in pleasure.

Without warning, Sam plunges two fingers into you, stroking your walls with a ‘come here’ motion. You moan and almost choke around Jake’s cock, but you push through it and your eyes water with the effort. Your every sense is overwhelmed as Josh nips and bites at your tits. Jake’s moans and grunts as he fucks into your mouth are fucking pornographic and Sam’s fingers are quickly guiding you onto the edge.

You reach your right hand out blindly, finding Josh’s hand where he’s stroking himself. You swat it away, relying only on your peripheral to see. You begin to pump his cock for him instead and he lets out a loud groan.

“See that, Jake?” He says through clenched teeth. “Letting you fuck into her mouth and jacking me off at the same time… Such a talented little whore.”

You moan at his words and the vibration makes Jake moan as well. He pulls his cock from you and a string of saliva falls from your lips.

“Mmm.” He nods, brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. “Such a good girl.” Jake observes you with dark eyes as you practically writhe on the bed. He can tell that you’re about to cum all over Sam’s fingers and yet you’re still giving Josh the handjob of his life.

“Cum for me, y/n.” Sam demands, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace. “Cum on my fingers.” And that’s all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap. Your hand drops from Josh’s dick as your mouth drops open and you let out a wail as you ride through the pleasure.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Josh whispers, watching you fall apart. When you finally come down, you're met with all the Kiszkas looking at you like you’re the only girl in the whole world. And to them, you are. You’re struck again by the craziness of the situation you’ve found yourself in, surrounded by the three most attractive men you’ve ever met, all willing to share in your pleasure.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Sam commands, snapping you back into the moment.

You scramble up from your lying down position and do as you're told, sinking to your hands and knees in the middle of the bed. It creaks loudly as you let your weight settle, making sure to stick your ass up in the air to give them a show.

“Always so fucking eager to please…” Jake mutters approvingly, giving your ass an appreciative squeeze before sliding underneath you on his back. In this position, his hard cock rests at attention between your breasts and his mouth is right beneath your dripping pussy. You rest your forearms on either side of his hips and lick his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down so that you're sitting on his face. He plunges his tongue into you, moving in and out slowly.

Josh rises from his place by your side and scoots over so that he’s directly behind you. Sitting up on his knees, he fucks into his own hand lazily as he admires the sight of your ass up in the air.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” He asks and you nod.

He slides into you in one long thrust, moaning loudly as he bottoms out.

“Shit!” You cry, the feeling of his cock stretching you coupled with Jake’s tongue is fucking overwhelming.

“Jesus, look at you.” Sam says, coming to rest at Jake’s feet.

“Lemme suck you off, Sammy.” You moan, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“You guys hear that?” Sam says, chuckling darkly. “She wants to suck my cock.”

“Fuck, y/n,” Josh says, thrusting in and out of you. “You’re a fucking sight to behold. Jesus.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Sam sits up and you open your mouth and wrap your lips around him. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head as much as you can. The pleasure washing over you is so intense you can hardly focus and drool is falling from the corners of your lips, but you keep going.

Jake suckles on your clit and you yelp around Sam’s cock, and Josh squeezes your ass cheeks as he pistons his hips in and out of you. Beneath you, Jake begins sliding his cock between your breasts, – never once letting up with his tongue, but still in desperate need for his own release. The sounds you’re making are making him feel fucking feral.

Sam moans as you suck him off, and he tangles his fingers in your hair as he begins to fuck into your mouth in earnest. His cock hits the back of your throat and he groans loudly. You’re wound so tight you can hardly fucking stand it and your second orgasm is quickly overtaking you. You pull off Sam’s cock for a moment, wailing loudly.

“I’m gonna fucking cum. Oh fuck.” The moan that falls from your mouth as you cum for the second time is high pitched and needy, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so drunk on pleasure. Your mouth falls open in a perfect ‘o,’ and Sam takes the opportunity to thrust his cock back between your lips again. Your pussy clenches around Josh’s cock, pulling a loud moan from him and Jake laps at your release. You can feel his dick twitch between your breasts and he moans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so fucking tight.” Josh says through clenched teeth, and his chest is flushed as he continues to fuck into you. Jake plunges his tongue back between your folds, mercilessly swirling your clit and you whine loudly, dancing on the edge between pain and pleasure. You’re so overstimulated and tears leak from your eyes, but none of them let up. You moan around Sam’s cock and he groans loudly.

“You’re such a good whore for us, y/n. So fucking good.” You whine deep in your throat and clench your eyes shut. Between Josh’s cock and Jake’s tongue – not to mention the sounds that Sam is making, you feel like you could fucking explode.

“So good.” Josh pants. “And all ours.”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Sam throws his head back and that’s all the warning you get before his release spills down your throat. You greedily swallow it all down and milk him for all he’s got. He pulls his cock from you with a pop and falls back against the headboard.

The sound of his release sends you spiraling into a third orgasm, this one quick and sharp and without warning. You wail loudly as it crashes over you, and you clench hard around Josh.

“Jesus, mama. Shit! So fucking tight. Gonna fucking cum. So fucking close.” His thrusts are sloppy and erratic, and it isn’t long before he reaches his own release, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. The sound that falls from his lips is sinful, and your eyes roll back as Jake continues to eat you out. Jake is desperately rutting his dick up between your tits and you can tell he’s on the edge, but he’s not going to let himself fall off that crest without making you cum one more time. You need it so badly and your whole body feels like it’s on fucking fire.

“Come on, y/n.” Sam encourages, voice silky smooth. “One more.”

“You can do it, pretty girl. Come on. Let us see you fall apart one more time.” Josh says between shaky breaths, pulling his soft cock from your pussy.

You’re spewing profanities and whines and you're wailing their names as the coil in your belly somehow begins to tighten again. You have no idea what you’re saying and your vision is beginning to go black around the edges. With one last swirl of his tongue around your clit, Jake has you falling apart for the fourth time. Your eyes roll back in your head and you scream as you cum. You’re a babbling mess and the sight and sound of you makes Jake finally come apart himself. Ropes upon ropes of his cum paint your chest as he ruts his cock against your smooth skin and he moans your name loudly.

“Fuck, y/n!” He cries as he finally comes down from his high. He slides out from under you and you collapse onto the bed, completely and utterly spent.

Josh rises from the bed and hooks one arm beneath your knees and the other around your waist. He lifts you gently and Sam pulls the covers down to the foot of the bed. Josh lays you gingerly onto your back and wipes your hair from your face. You crack your eyes open at him.

“Hey, mama.” He says with a sweet smile. “You okay?”

You just hum and close your eyes again. Jake rises to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He runs it under the warm water of the sink and brings it back over to the bed while Sam goes to grab you a glass of water. Jake cleans you up carefully, wiping the evidence of the night's activities from your skin. Josh helps you sit up and Sammy brings the glass to your lips and you take large, greedy gulps of it. When you’re finished, he places it on the nightstand.

“You did so good for us, baby.” Jake says, voice almost a whisper.

“So fucking good.” Josh murmurs as well, reaching down to grab his jumpsuit off the floor. He steps back into it and pulls it up, not bothering to zip it all the way. Jake does the same, pulling his pants on and grabbing his jacket and phone.

“Get some rest.” He says.

“Think I’m gonna sleep for a week.” You say tiredly, and the three of them laugh. “You were right, Jakey. All three of you was definitely the death of me.”

“A valiant and noble death, m’lady.” Josh says with a dramatic bow. You giggle at his perpetual goofiness.

“You guys have a good night.” Sam says, crawling into the bed and pulling the covers over you both. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“You better.” Jake says and points a finger at him. “She needs some good rest.”

“You kids be good.” Josh says, following Jake to the door to the hotel room. “I’ll have breakfast delivered to her in the morning.”

“What about me?” Sam said and you laughed at the indignation in his voice.

“You’re a big kid, Sammy boy.” Josh laughs and Jake rolls his eyes at the both of them. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

The twins both give you soft, matching smiles before turning to open the door.

“Thank you.” You tell them.

Jake gives you a cheeky grin and a salute.

“Any time.” And with that, he disappears out the door.

“The pleasure was all mine, good lady.” Josh bowed once more and followed Jake, softly closing the door behind him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam says, extending his arm to turn off the light before settling back down.

“You kidding me?” You ask, lying your head down and practically sinking into the bed. “That was a wet dream come true.”

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The Spine Hc Fluff Relating to Peter Walter VI

Only Human has me thinking about how much the robots care about VI and that brought me back to my ORIGINAL Spine headcanon :)

Here we go again

Also, this is so much longer than my angst hc post (granted I still leave a fair amount of angst in this one too. It's more like a continuation if anything)

SO. Since Peter Walter I passed, The Spine has always held on tight to this, "Got to be the perfect robot" mentality, and it would take him a hot minute before he finally let himself loose. He held himself accountable for his own flaws and punished himself "rightfully" so. By the time Peter passed, The Spine was very sympathetic to him. He felt that even though Peter couldn't force him to be perfect, the least he could do was live up to his expectations. And so he did.

For that reason, the other Peter Walters never really had much of a problem with him. It almost seemed like he was a flawless machine. However, part of his "flawlessness" was simply not being around. He spent most of his time shut down. Only turned on when somebody needed him for something. After all, you can't mess anything up if you were never there in the first place. Right?

In comes 2009. Where the bots start having successful street performances. By now, The Spine didn't know VI all that well. He was always busy, quiet, and The Spine was still in his bad habit of "sleeping" all of the time. Though he was there when VI was officially granted ownership over the robots, that was about all of VI he got to see.

But because of the more frequent performances the band had to do, The Spine was forced to stay on for longer. Before, the robots' caretaker would've been responsible for most of what the band did, but oddly enough, Peter VI decided to let the band make most of their choices. Yay for autonomy. Nay for work. But overall, the robots were pretty happy with this opportunity. Though, it was a bit strange to The Spine. It was nice that he was given the opportunity to express himself, but he was hesitant to take it. He wasn't sure where he'd be crossing the line, so he kept a lot of his songs about exactly what you'd expect: Being a robot.

Captain Albert Alexander in particular was a tough one to write. It was easy for him to summarize the legend and give it a melody, but he felt like it was wrong. After all, a song about a legendary pirate sounds like a children's song, doesn't it? The Spine isn't supposed to indulge in something like that. But after seeing Rabbit's new fascination with this song and the man it was about, he couldn't just scrap it. He tries to justify himself by telling himself that he wrote this song on Rabbit's behalf, but he still feels guilty. And this guilt would create a lot of heat and pressure building up inside of him.

Eventually, VI notices that The Spine has been acting slightly strange. When VI checks on his systems, he notices he's been overheating and that the pressure levels in his systems are abnormally high. He'd call in The Spine and decide to "Downgrade" him by reinstalling steam vents into his spine and head.

The Spine is caught off guard by this change. Partially because of how short the process was compared to the upgrades Peter Walter I did, but also because the design wasn't as human-like as before. It was less "perfect". He was surprised that VI chose to downgrade him. He was surprised that VI was willing to make him less perfect if it meant making him feel better. The Spine had thought it was the other way around. That his feelings didn't matter if they got in the way of perfection. He still held on to these thoughts in memory of Peter Walter I, but he was starting to feel a bit more comfortable with Peter Walter VI at the time.

The Spine doesn't have too many personal moments with VI after that, but he has begun to pay a bit more attention to Peter's behavior. He noticed that he was not nearly as serious as he expected. Compared to I, VI was significantly more fun to be around. Even if he didn't talk all that much. He noticed how patient he was in repairing the other robots. He noticed how much free reign he gave everyone over their own lives. It was less of an inventor-robot relationship, and more of a father-child relationship he had with the robots, despite being significantly younger than them. The Spine wondered if he could get this same treatment. but he never wanted to test it.

Still, he had a bit of a fantasy about it. Imagining all of the experiences he missed out on as a younger robot with VI there instead of I. He'd be gifted toys, watch cartoons, read whatever he wanted, play with his siblings, all of those "childish" things. Because he'd like to believe that VI would let him. The treatment Rabbit got (pre-Red Core) could've been his treatment too. Though these are all just in his head, he found himself growing more attached to VI because of it. So when VI accidentally blew off his face, it was a big deal to The Spine.

When he heard about Rabbit's upgrade, he found himself more elated than he expected. He was of course really happy for Rabbit and was very proud of her, but more than that, this was the act of Peter Walter VI. This wasn't like The Spine's upgrade which was essential for his physical state only, this was for Rabbit entirely. An upgrade as major as Rabbit's isn't easy, and it's not something he needed to do either. He could have just fixed her core, said she could live with being a "man", and move on from it, but he didn't. He cared about the way she felt, and her point of view on life, and he wanted to make her happy. So he went out of his way to completely redesign her body just so she can feel more comfortable with herself. He had to be an angel. But The Spine couldn't know for sure. After all, it's more than possible that he was the exception. It's happened before. It could all be just one giant test to see if The Spine can hold himself accountable for his own immaturity.

It was easier now than ever for him to slip, but he still stood his ground. He didn't want to be caught being what he wasn't designed to be. He didn't want VI to reveal that he was secretly trying to get The Spine to break this whole time. But little did he know, for every time The Spine refuses to behave the "wrong" way, Rabbit slips a few of his secrets into Peter's ear.

Peter himself has been trying to find the best way to approach The Spine about his trauma. He knows from experience that perfectionism can be stupid difficult to drive out of people. He wants to be slow about this. In The Spine's case, there's no such thing as a single solution that could make everything better. This would take a lot of development.

He starts with books. He tries to publicly read encyclopedias about all of The Spine's secret obsessions, hoping that he might ask him about it or at least try to correct him. It takes a lot of patience, but eventually, The Spine asks him a question about what he's reading, and he offers to read it to The Spine. He was reading to The Spine about something he knew he loved. It was quite the healing experience for him, though he wouldn't realize how therapeutic it was until afterward.

From there, Peter has put in the effort of making The Spine feel involved. He would personally invite him to family game nights, bring him along to outings, buy souvenirs for him, and even invite him to do the boring work with him.

He wanted to make sure The Spine felt loved. He wanted to make sure The Spine felt like he belonged. But most importantly, he wanted The Spine to embrace the inner child that he's been hiding away for so long.

Peter always had to prepare himself whenever he needed to have an actual conversation with The Spine about his issues. He can give really good advice, but he has this tendency of introducing good advice with unintentionally rude sentences, so he doesn't want to hurt The Spine by saying something that was meant to be nice, only to come off as very mean. Words are not his strong suit, but he'll learn a couple of things if it's good for his loved ones.

The Spine becomes very very fond of VI, so much so to the point where he might even accidentally call him dad. It's all very comforting to him.

Things will never be perfect, he still has a lot to improve on, but they've gotten significantly better since the beginning. The Spine often finds himself happier than he was before and a lot more inspired now that he will not be ridiculed or punished for his ideas and desires.

These days, The Spine and VI remain close, but they've gotten comfortable enough with each other to the point where things start to simmer down. The Spine has found himself indulging in more passionate hobbies, and Peter has returned to his main line of work. It keeps them both busy, but it doesn't take away any of the good memories Peter made for The Spine, as well as all the other robots in the manor.

#GOD this was a hefty one #look at VI being so perfect #now we need some VI angst to counteract that /hj #anyway yeah #bit of angst in this one too but #that's just how it goes #he deserves a happy ending anyway #steam powered giraffe #spg #the spine spg #peter walter vi #my stuff #spg headcanons #im tired #spg angst

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