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🤍Him & I🤍 (Mafia! Roman Reigns X Black Reader)

Summary: After marrying Roman Reigns, you find yourself not only bound to him for life but also firmly entrenched in the powerful Samoan Dynasty. Though you never anticipated being drawn into the mafia lifestyle, your commitment to Roman means embracing everything that comes with him. With wealth, protection, and an unbreakable bond, your life is filled with both the luxuries and dangers of the world. This story contains a mix of romance, family loyalty, and intense tension, weaving together love and the high stakes of life that come with the Samoan dynasty🤍

CW: Mention of blood, guns, and violence, HEAVY SMUT, unprotected p in v, mature themes, orgasm denial, crying (from pleasure), nudity, mature language, bondage, choking, just…yeah it’s a lot going on basically 😭

Cross my heart, hope to die

To my lover, I'd never lie

He said, "Be true", I swear I'll try

In the end, it's him and I

The air was thick with luxury, the kind that only comes from being married into one of the most prestigious and feared families in the world. Roman Reigns, the man who dominated both the ring and the criminal underworld, stood at the altar, waiting for you in his tailored black suit with tribal print covering it. His hair was wrapped behind his head in a neat bun, while his beard was trimmed sharply but neat. While he was a mafia boss, there was something different in his eyes as he waited for you to walk down the aisle.

You had never planned on living this lifestyle. Never dreamed of being part of the mafia. But Roman, with his deep voice and intense eyes, made you believe in something you didn’t know you wanted—family. His family. Your family now.

The moment you stepped into the grand hall, the world around you seemed to disappear. All you saw was Roman, staring at you as if you were his entire world. His family surrounded you, everyone’s eyes glued on you as your black dress dragged on the ground. Your veil blending in with it as the edges were decorated with designs and soft roses. His gaze softened, a rare vulnerability shining through his otherwise stoic demeanor. You were about to say “I do” to a man who commanded empires, yet, in this moment, he was just yours. Your fiance, soon to be husband. For life.

The vows were exchanged in a blur. You were married now—protected, wealthy, and happy. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. Happiness was a complicated thing when your husband’s life was one of constant danger, surrounded by enemies who wanted him gone. But for Roman, there was no question. He was the protector, the provider, the pillar of his family. And with you being his wife, he’d never put you in any danger of course but you weren’t the type to sit back and let your man go it alone. If he needed anything, you were right by his side. Even if he didn’t you were right there. If he told you to shoot, you wouldn’t hesitate. If he told you to jump, you’d ask how high. That was the type of relationship, no, that was how committed you were to this man.

“It’s you and I”, Roman whispered as the priest pronounced you husband and wife. You could hear the promise in his voice. He wasn’t just talking about your marriage. He was talking about his world. And you were his world.

He's out his head, I'm out my mind

We got that love, the crazy kind

I am his, and he is mine

In the end, it's him and I, him and I

Married life was a whirlwind, and not the kind of whirlwind you imagined when you fantasized about your wedding day. The first few weeks were filled with lavish dinners, expensive gifts, and intimate nights at his mansion, tucked away from the world. You were currently on your back with your arms tied behind your back the soft cotton rope massaged against your skin each time you moved. Your curves were slightly squeezed from the rope but not enough to where it would hurt you or make you feel too uncomfortable, they were restraints after all. Your legs were spread wide open showing off your pussy as if it were an open invitation…to only Roman of course.

Speaking of Roman, there he was making his way back into the room, switching out his striped suit he had on earlier to a regular custom midnight black one. A dangerous yet delicate color. His hair wasn’t pulled back in that neat bun he always had though, it was lengthy and free. The dangling ends moving back and forth on his shoulders as he walked, the serious expression he had on his face yet the contrast of softness he had in his eyes, and those hands…god those hands that accompanied it all completed you. As he slowly dragged his fingers on the bed while he stalked toward you, your breath hitched as you looked up at him. “You look so beautiful waiting for me, babygirl.” He said before running his hands over your cheek, the cold band of his wedding ring massaging against your skin. “You remember our safe word beautiful?” He asked gently before you nodded. “Rose.” You don’t know why you were so nervous like this when you and Roman did this several times over but this still didn’t make it any less nerve racking.

That night in itself ended with his strong hands gripping around your body, whispering in your ear, wrinkling the sheets beyond recognition, and an overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through your bottom half. The ropes left slight intentions in your skin, not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to know something was restricting you. You two didn’t always do shibari, but when you did those sessions were something else. Roman was a man that liked taking charge but he let you have your fun too, even your way…sometimes. Outside of your dangerous life, Roman always took care of you in bed and made sure you felt every inch of him.

But all the sex, wealth, and luxury couldn’t hide the tension that crept in with every phone call Roman received.

You’d never seen him like this before. Cold. Calculated. On edge.

“Everything okay, baby?” you asked one night, as Roman set down his phone with a furrowed brow. You had learned to read his moods by now—he wasn’t the kind of man who hid his feelings, but when it came to business, he kept things locked away.

“It’s just business,” he said with a sharp tone, but when his eyes met yours, the softness returned and his voice lowered. “Don’t worry about it. You’re safe.”

You wanted to believe him. You had to. But you knew it was more than that, more than what he was letting on.

His business wasn’t just any business. Roman was the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in the country. His loyalty to his family was unshakeable, and you soon realized that when Roman said “family,” he meant the people who had his back in life and death. You were part of that family now, but you were also a target. And he’d do anything to keep you safe.

As the weeks turned to months, you found yourself falling deeper into a world you never asked to be a part of, yet it was impossible to stay away from Roman. He was everything you needed—strong, protective, and utterly devoted. But with devotion came a certain level of danger. You didn’t necessarily like it, but you couldn’t help but love the way Roman made you feel and you’d do anything for him. You had also learned that since you were going to be in this lifestyle for life, you had to protect yourself too in case Roman wasn’t able to be there. Roman was the one who taught you how to shoot, grapple, fight, strap up, and come up with a few tricks to deceive anyone. The number one rule this family had was don’t trust anyone outside the family. Family is all you got.

He made sure you never felt alone, even when the weight of his world pressed down on him. The mafia life was ruthless, but in his arms, you were safe. He had his secrets, and he kept you close enough to know just enough to stay out of harm’s way. From the wild goose chases in his black Lamborghini and getting high in his master bedroom to the lap dances you’d secretly give him in the private VIP section in the club and making love to each other all over his mansion, you were together through it all.

“I told you we’re in this together, babygirl” Roman said one night as he pulled you close, his hands lingering on your waist. The heat between you was undeniable. The chemistry you shared wasn’t just passion—it was trust. Roman’s hands, though rough from years of violence, were always gentle with you.

“I know, you know I’m not going anywhere” you whispered, your hand resting on his chest. You could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm, a steady rhythm amidst the chaos of his life. “I still don’t understand this lifestyle fully yet, but I trust you.”

Roman’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. “You don’t have to understand it. You just have to trust me.”

“And I do”, you replied. In that moment, you understood that trust was all that really mattered in this world. And it was something you were willing to give him completely. Because, despite the dangers, the unpredictability of it all, you loved him. Deeply.

But love wasn’t enough to shield you from the reality of the mafia. You could see it now—the cracks in the perfect world Roman had created for you. There were whispers, meetings behind closed doors, and a constant fear that one day, someone would try to take him down, take you down, or both.

One night, Roman’s worst fears became a reality. The call came in the middle of the night. Roman’s eyes were dark when he hung up, the urgency in his tone sharp.

“There’s a threat,” he said, grabbing his jacket, his hands steady but his face tight. “Stay inside. Don’t leave this room.”

“I’m coming with you,” you said, moving toward him, not willing to stay behind while he faced danger alone.

He turned to you, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. “What’d I just say huh? I can’t protect you if you’re right there with me. I said stay here and I’m gon’ handle it.”

You hated the powerlessness that surged through you. You were his wife. His partner. In the world he inhabited, women were more often shielded from danger, kept out of the crossfire while the men handled the danger itself. You understood that, but it didn’t stop the ache in your chest.

Roman’s eyes softened for a moment. “I’ll be back before you know it. Trust me”, and with that, he left, the soft click of the door left nothing but silence.

Hours passed, and anxiety gnawed at you. The silence in the mansion felt suffocating. You could hear Roman’s voice in your head, telling you to trust him, telling you to stay behind. But when the clock ticked past midnight, you couldn’t sit still anymore. Fuck this. You quickly opened the bedside drawer grabbing a spare gun before making your way out of the room quietly.

You moved down the hall, a shadow in the quiet, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t wait any longer. You needed to know if he was okay.

As you reached the study, you heard voices—Roman’s, calm but authoritative, and another, lower, pleading. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Something felt off. But then suddenly a loud bang went off.

You jumped from the sound, but didn’t hesitate, pushing the door open, your gun drawn as your eyes instantly scanned the room. The man who had been pleading was now slumped in the chair, still and lifeless. His eyes were wide, staring vacantly, but there was no movement. The faint scent of iron lingered in the air.

Roman stood beside the chair, his back to you, his posture stiff, but there was a coldness to him that made your stomach churn. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes flicked to you as you stepped inside.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low, almost warning.

You stood frozen for a moment, taking in the scene—the finality of it. Your breath caught, but you didn’t look away. You slowly lowered the gun before putting it down on the table.

“Roman…” you whispered, your voice trembling despite yourself.

He turned toward you, his face hard but the familiar softness in his eyes that always calmed you was gone. “What’d I tell you huh? I told you to stay in my room.”

“I couldn’t,” you replied, your voice steadying. “I wasn’t going to sit there while you—while this—happened.”

Roman took a step toward you, his eyes searching yours, but there was something different now. Something that weighed on him. “I did what I had to do. I did it for you. For us.”

The words felt heavier than usual, as if the burden was more than just the weight of the moment. You swallowed hard, the reality of it sinking in, but you didn’t back away.

You stepped closer, reaching out to him. Your fingers brushed his blood-streaked hand, and the warmth of his skin felt like a stark contrast to the cold in his gaze. “I know, give me the gun. Slow” you breathed out before slowly clutching the still warm barrel, prying it from his hands before putting it on the table beside the both of you.

He didn’t answer immediately, just stood there, his breath slow and even. Then, in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper, he spoke again.

“I did what I had to do for the both of us. You know I’d do anything for you. I love you Y/N.”

“I know,” you whispered, stepping into his embrace. “And I’ll always stand beside you, in front of you, and never behind you.” You replied, your head leaning against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you too.”

The tension between love and danger would always be there. But with Roman, you knew one thing for sure—you were his and he was yours. No matter the expense.

The shower after the situation felt so relaxing, the warm water hitting against your skin. Your hair was out, curly and coiling from the water hitting it as you didn’t even bother putting a shower cap on. Then there was Roman who was behind you, his toned chest dripping with water and his strong tatted arm pinning you against the wall of the walk in. You could only look up at him as his dark eyes stared into your own. “You didn’t follow my instructions earlier, so you know what that gets you right?” Your free hand lingering from your legs up to your waist, and then finally finding itself around your neck as he squeezed.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

His hand slowly made its way from the shower wall and onto your shoulders using it to turn you around towards the wall, the hand on your waist only leaving it for a brief moment before returning. “Cummin’ without my permission is gon’ earn you an agonizingly slow release beautiful." He paused giving you time to process everything before continuing. “Because I’m gon’ go slower and slower every. single. time.” He breathed into your ear, the sound of the water beginning to become a blur as you concentrated on his words. With each word your body had some type of reaction.

His words felt so commanding, but no matter how they sounded you’d answer every time. Your pussy was already wet from the water but also because of the way he talked to you, it was creating a wetness of its own; it’s like he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. The pressure you felt against your folds before your insides expanded was more pleasureable than painful, the stinging sensation was there but it was almost dull because of the fact that you’ve felt this dick before. You felt what it was like to take Roman’s length inside of you whether he was gentle, rough, happy and even angry. “You’re so tight f’me, this pussy been waiting on me huh?”

You could only moan in response as your body and face were pressed against the slightly cool shower wall, condensation dripping on the sides as your body and face made a slight outline from the pressure. That didn’t please Roman in the slightest though, which you found out due to his hand making a hard contact against your ass before gripping it. “You don’t hear me talkin’?” You bite your lip before looking back at him before nodding yes. “Yes sir” you replied as he began to thrust forward, his length rubbing against your walls as he muttered. “There she is, there’s my good girl.”

The way Roman switched from serious and dominant to calm and gentle made your pussy throb. His thrusts only got faster and with that, he also got deeper, your body being pressed against the wall with every thrust. The pressure in your bottom half had you moaning out a string of curse words, not only because it felt that good but because it was your man behind you that was causing it.

You couldn’t even hide how wet your pussy was getting as it practically was mixing with the water as a cover up. Maybe if you came, he wouldn’t notice because of the water, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“R-Roman!” you moaned out as his back muscles contorted each time he moved, his tatted arm suddenly gripping your hair as he pulled you back forcing you to look at him. “Who’s pussy is this huh? Go ahead and tell me beautiful”, his voice low and dangerous as his hips met your ass due to him pounding you from the back. His moans rang through your ears as your pussy only grew wetter and wetter the deeper he got, but you made the mistake of letting yourself go a little too much. Because while he couldn’t see it, he definitely felt it. The mix of your fluids with the water that was already dripping down your legs sent him, amused him. “You came didn’t you, you thought I wasn’t gon’ find out about it, hm?” He said before he slightly slowed his thrusts before wrapping his hand around your throat, the water from his hands dripping down your chest. “N-Nooo” you whined. You tried to keep it a secret, but you couldn’t keep anything from Roman Reigns, no matter how hard you tried, he’d find out eventually. And he did. He also never said he’d play fair because within seconds, his other hand found his way down to your clit knowing how sensitive you were. “You just won’t listen, even though I’m punishing you. You get off on this, don’tchu.” He said smirking seeing you squirm under him. “S-Shit! N-No I’m g-gonna c-cum again!” You whined out feeling the coil in your stomach start all over again.

“You can try babygirl but you already now I ain’t having that” his voice was husky and it had so much teasing behind it, but the dangerous type of teasing. The one where he would get his way because of someone else’s mistake. The sounds of the water hitting the titles of the walk in shower, wasn’t enough to drown out the sounds of both your voices and the slapping of flesh that came along with it. His dick was practically drilling you while his hand was overstimulating the most sensitive part of your lower half which caused your hips to buck forward. But he wasn’t letting you go that easy. “You tryna run from me?” He whispered in your ear before his grip around your coils tightened and he purposely pushed your body against the wall where the outline now came to your mid section. Your breaths were ragged and fogged up the glass, your pussy was overly sensitive and the man behind you was owning you and your body. It didn’t help that as your head leaned back against his shoulder blade, your neck was exposed and it gave him access to every bit of it which he took. All of it just sending you over the edge, but just when you felt you were about to crumble, he stopped and started thrusting agonizingly slow.

His strokes were slow and deliberate, which made tears form in the corners of your eyes as you felt the knot inside of your stomach slipping away. “R-Roman p-please…I need i-it….” You begged being completely at his mercy. Just how he liked it because he was the one in control, and oh the face you made when you cried under him. He loved every second of it. “Need what, babygirl. Use those words and tell Daddy what you need.”

“I wanna c-cum! Please I was s-so close!” You begged attempting to put one of your hands towards your clit to chase that orgasm that was almost long gone, yourself. But Roman wasn’t having any of it and grabbed your hand, his hand on top of yours intertwining them together and pinning them against the shower wall. His ring band right next to yours. “Bad move, princess”, he said going even slower.

“Roman please-“ you begged having tears in your eyes. “How much do you want it huh?” He whispered into your ear as his hips grinded against yours, his cock pushing through your walls expanding them slowly as he went. “R-Really bad. P-Please I c-can’t take it anymore! Make m-me cum and n-nut in me” you begged looking at him with pleading eyes as tears fell. How could he say no to this? With all that begging and crying, his hand tightened around your neck as he sped up again but he immediately found that spot. “Y-Yes! R-Right there baby!” you screamed out as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and a slight smile crossed your face feeling satisfied your man wasn’t teasing you anymore but giving you exactly what you wanted. Your pussy clenched onto him like your life depended on it which caused a drawn out moan to erupt from him. “Mmm, just like that beautiful. This pussy wants all of me huh”, he said as his other hand slid back over your arm before going back down to your clit. You couldn’t resist the urge of grinding against his hand because you wanted that release that bad and you felt it. Combined with him slamming against your g-spot over and over and the fact that he was rubbing against your clit, your orgasm hit you like a wave as your juices started to drip all over his cock and run down your legs.

Your moans came out as silent gasps from how good it finally felt to have another release. “Look at you crumbling f’me, so fucking beautiful” he mumbled feeling the muscles inside of you contracting before hitting that sensitive spot inside of you again one last time before letting himself loose inside of you, covering your insides in strings of white.

As both of you came down from your high, Roman wrapped his tatted arm around you; his hand resting on your right breast. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And as the night faded into dawn, Roman wrapped his arms around you, his lips pressing against your forehead. “You’re mine. It’s you and I, don’t forget that.”

You smiled up at him, your hand resting against his chest. “And you and I. Always.”

Together, we were inseparable, whatever came our way—no matter what, it would always be him and I 🤍

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spiicii · 16 hours ago

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the og bloodline / bloodline property (part four)

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa / sami zayn x fem!reader word count → 7.4k summary → after wargames, sami is officially accepted as part of the family. and the family is more than happy to reward him. links → masterlist / part one / part two / part three tags → multiple partners, possessive behavior, unprotected piv sex, bondage, double penetration, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling, crying, overstimulation, some samijey (if you squint), aftercare, cuddling and fluff

You could only imagine what you looked like.

It was Solo who was tying each ribbon to you, taking his time to craft intricate knots across your exposed skin. You watched in amazement as he crisscrossed the ribbon to form perfect patterns up your arms and legs, the knots firm, but not too tight.

You didn’t know he knew how to do this. His hands, normally so rough and brutish, were gentle as he intertwined the ribbons, occasionally offering you a reassuring pat whenever he noticed goosebumps exploding across your skin. It was strange to watch his thick fingers create such delicate knots, his movements far more dexterous than you’d given him credit for. And as the patterns of the ribbons began to emerge across your skin, you couldn’t deny that they were beautiful.

You’d never done this before.

In all the time you’d spent with the Bloodline, they’d never tied you. You’d never asked for it and they’d never mentioned it, but sitting here now, watching Solo continue to craft complex knots across your skin, you knew that this practice was familiar to them. Or, at least, familiar to the Enforcer.

You wanted to ask him about it, maybe question the hows and the whys, but it didn’t feel like the time. So instead you sat back and watched as the youngest of the Bloodline drew the silk across your skin, his brow furrowed in concentration as he worked.

He had you in a sitting position in the middle of the bed, your arms tied behind your back and your legs tied together to the side, knees bent. It felt comfortable, for now, and Solo had made sure that none of the bindings were too tight.

He’d told you to sit still, but you couldn’t resist tugging a bit at the ribbon that kept your hands tied behind your back, just to see if there’s any give. There wasn’t. You couldn’t move your arms, not even a little bit, and the realization sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core. You felt your heart rate begin to speed up, wetness beginning to coat the ribbon that Solo had tied between your legs.

Solo noticed the change in your breathing and paused, looking up at you.

“You alright, pretty girl?”

Solo’s voice was low, his eyes scanning yours in concern.

You nodded, your cheeks beginning to flush as you shifted on the bed. You could feel the silky ribbon rub against your clit and you couldn’t resist the urge to roll your hips forward, just to chase the friction.

Solo seemed to understand, something almost playful twinkling in his eyes. He reached out to cup your cheek and you leaned into his touch, your eyelids fluttering.

“Just sit still, baby.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m almost done.”

You couldn’t suppress the pitiful whimper that escaped your lips, but you forced yourself to obey, watching with wide eyes as Solo finished the final knot around your ankles. He leaned back to admire his work, his eyes scanning for any imperfections or mistakes, occasionally reaching out to adjust a few of the knots.

He’d tied them all with small strings hanging out, ensuring that all it took was one simple tug to release the binding. You were meant to be a present to be unwrapped and Solo had taken his time to ensure that the knots were firm enough to keep you bound, but easy enough to release once pulled on correctly.

“Does anything feel wrong? Are you in pain?”

Solo’s eyes bored into you, his expression once again concerned, but you shook your head.

“No. It feels good.”

Solo released a breath, looking as if he were about to say something else before the bedroom door opened behind him.

Roman’s gaze landed on you, his eyes immediately drawn to the blood red ribbons crisscrossing your body. He seemed shocked, his eyes raking across your vulnerable form. You weren’t entirely sure what you looked like to him, but his stunned expression made you think that must look nice.

You watched in astonishment as Roman stumbled forward, his legs unsteady as he made his way to your side. You’d never seen him like this. He was normally so cool and composed - totally in control of everyone and everything around him. Seeing him walk on shaky legs, his expression positively slack-jawed, was something new.

His hands were on you instantly, his touch gentle as not to disturb the delicate knots that Solo had worked so hard on. He licked his lips, his eyes blown wide with desire as he took in your bound form.

“You-” The Tribal Chief’s voice was breathless. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea what you look like?”

Your cheeks suddenly felt hot and you found that you couldn’t meet Roman’s eyes, biting your lip and looking away.

“Jesus, baby,” Roman’s voice was wrecked, his eyes dark as he reached out to trace one of the ribbons binding your left breast. His touch sent a flurry of goosebumps across your exposed skin. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

You didn’t know how to answer him, especially as he continued to run his hands across your body. You felt drunk on the feeling, the helplessness combined with his attention sending more warmth to the already growing wetness between your legs.

Roman leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“I should rip these off you.” He mumbled, hooking a finger into one of the ribbons across your stomach and giving it a small tug. “I should tear these apart and fuck you into this mattress right now.”

You shuddered at his words, letting out a small gasp as you felt his breath in your ear.

“Would you let me, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief’s words were soft and syrupy. “Would you let me rip these pretty decorations off so I could give you what you need?”

His hand drifted between your legs, finding the ribbon tied across your pussy. He let out a dark chuckle at the wetness he found there, pressing another kiss behind your ear.

“And you clearly need it, don’t you, baby?”

You tried to shift your hips forward to feel more of his touch, but you could hardly move, a frustrated groan tearing from your throat.

Roman’s lips met yours and the kiss was urgent and hungry. He was back in control again, his tongue forcing your lips apart and licking into your mouth. You tugged on your bound arms, wanting more than anything to touch him, and felt another spark of arousal when you couldn’t.

The Tribal Chief was right. You should have done this long ago.

Roman reached out and tugged again on a ribbon, the knot coming undone with ease.

“Daddy!” You gasped against his mouth, looking down to watch the ribbon fall. “Please. You’ll mess it up!”

“Mess it-” Roman blinked at you in surprise. Then his face twisted into something much darker, his large hand shooting out to grab a handful of your hair.

You gasped at the feeling, your pussy spasming and clenching around nothing at his rough treatment. God, it felt delicious.

“If I want to shred these ribbons and fuck you against the wall, I will.” He snarled, something feral shining in his dark eyes. “If I want to rip these bindings off and keep you all to myself, I’ll do it. And no one, not even you, would stop me. Would you, slut?”

You both knew that you wouldn’t. He claimed your lips again, the kiss dark and possessive. The grip he kept on your hair was unforgiving.

“I’ll make my cousins and Sami watch as I pound this tight little pussy of yours.” He growled, his eyes so dark they looked black. “I’ll make sure none of them lay a finger on you and keep you all to myself if that’s what I want. Because even though I generously allow my Bloodline to use you, who owns you, pretty girl? Hm? Who do you belong to?”

The answer was ingrained in your soul. “You, Daddy.”

Roman smirked, leaning forward to press a much softer, sweeter kiss to your lips.

“Good girl.”

He slowly released his grip on your hair, his eyes continuing to roam your bound form. You could see the way his fingers twitched against your skin - the only sign that he was still tempted to follow through on this threat and rip the bindings off of you. But he held back. Despite his possessive words, he’d agreed to reward Sami tonight. And the Tribal Chief never went back on his word.

“Say your safeword back to me.”

You met his gaze evenly. “Red.”

“And you promise to use it? If you need it?”

There was an edge behind the Tribal Chief’s words and that’s when you recognized the slightest trace of worry behind his brown eyes. This was uncharted territory, the bindings across your body new. He wanted to be sure that you felt safe.

“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

Roman let out a small breath, seemingly satisfied by your answer.

“Good girl.”

******

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you heard the front door to the penthouse open, the twins and Sami chattering amongst themselves as they made their way into the living room. You couldn’t make out their words yet, the sounds muffled behind the closed bedroom door.

Roman sat beside you on the bed, running his hands appreciatively across your bound form. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his large hands on you.

“It’s a shame I don’t get to unwrap you, sweetheart,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But we’ll do this again. I promise.”

You let out a contented hum, smiling as Roman pressed another kiss behind your ear.

“Where’s everybody at?” You heard Sami ask, the first clear thing you’d been able to decipher since they’d arrived.

“They in there, dawg,” Jimmy replied, no doubt motioning to the bedroom. “Remember? We told you we was gon’ set up something nice for you.”

You couldn’t hear the beginning of Sami’s response, but eventually you were able to hear him say, “-told you it’s not a big deal.”

“Nah, don’t start that shit again, uce.” You heard Jey respond and you could hear the smile in his words. “You earned this. Go on. They waitin’ fo’ you.”

You looked up and could see shadows moving across the floor from beneath the bedroom door.

“Go on, dawg.” You heard Jimmy urge, now just on the other side of the door. “We ain’t got all day.”

The door to the bedroom was finally pushed open and you were met with three new pairs of eyes, all of them immediately zeroing in on you in the middle of the bed.

Your eyes met Sami’s first, watching his face flush a violent shade of red at the sight of you. His eyes were wide as he took in the ribbons crisscrossing your exposed skin, his mouth slightly parted in shock. He seemed frozen in the doorway, forcing the twins to push him further inside so they could get a better look at you.

Jimmy let out a long whistle, moving closer to the bed to examine the intricate knots his brother had tied.

“Goddamn, baby girl.” He groaned, seemingly unable to take his eyes off you. “You look amazing.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, burying your face into Roman’s neck to hide your heated cheeks. You weren’t sure how to feel with all eyes trained on you. You felt more exposed than ever before, your body trussed up and on display for the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline. You felt a weird mixture of arousal and adrenaline shoot through your veins at the feeling, your pussy spasming beneath the ribbon tied between your legs. You felt vulnerable, as if you were under a spotlight, unable to move your arms to cover yourself even if you wanted to.

You felt fingers tug in your hair and you realized that the Tribal Chief was pulling you back up, unwilling to let you hide in the crook of his neck.

“Tsk, none of that.” Roman admonished, a knowing smile on his lips. “No hiding. Let them look at you, princess.”

Sami and Jimmy had moved closer to the bed to get a better look at you, but Jey was still in the doorway, seemingly stunned as he stared at you. His smoldering eyes took in every inch of your bound form, his eyes following the intersecting pattern of ribbon across your skin. And when he met your eyes you saw a variety of emotions there: surprise, lust, maybe even some desperation too. You saw his eyes flicker to the others and understood him immediately.

He was like Roman. He too was resisting the urge to run forward and tear the ribbons from your skin himself, wanting more than anything to claim you as his. He had the same possessive streak as his cousin, his hands suddenly forming into fists at his side as he fought the overwhelming desire to push the others aside and take you himself.

“Whatchu think, uce?” Jimmy clapped Sami on the back, his smile wide as he looked at him.

Sami seemed taken aback. “Wha…what do you mean?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” Jimmy laughed. “She’s for you, my dawg. A present. See all the bows and shit? You gotta unwrap her.”

Sami’s eyes met yours and you offered him a shy smile. Sami couldn’t help but smile back, happiness shining in his pale blue eyes. He reached out, as if to touch you, before he paused, catching the Tribal Chief’s watchful gaze.

“Is this, um…” Sami seemed uncertain, now pulling his hands away. “Are you okay with this?”

Roman seemed pleased that Sami still had enough sense to ask for permission from the Tribal Chief, his eyes shining with pride.

“Yes, Sami. I’m okay with this.” Roman offered him a fond smile. “She’s all yours. After everything at WarGames, I’d say you've earned it.”

Sami seemed speechless at his words, but he still bowed his head in deference as the Tribal Chief stood.

“I’ll be right over here, pretty girl,” Roman murmured in your ear, offering your arm one last reassuring squeeze. “Be good for Sami.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You breathed, your eyelids fluttering as he pressed one final kiss to your temple before taking his seat beside Solo.

“You good, uce?”

Jimmy seemed to notice for the first time that Jey was still in the doorway, his eyes glued to where you sat in the middle of the bed. His twin’s words seemed to shake Jey from his reverie, taking a few slow blinks before finally tearing his eyes away from you.

“Hm? Oh right.” He seemed to notice Sami for the first time, his face breaking out into a wide smile. “Whatchu think, dawg? She look good, right?”

He moved up beside Sami, clapping him on the back. “Good enough to unwrap, huh?”

Sami’s cheeks were still bright red. “I…well, I don’t know, man…”

“Come on, uce.” Jimmy urged, motioning for Sami to get on the bed. “You just gon’ make her sit there and wait? She got all prettied up for you!”

Sami met your eyes again and you could see nervousness there. You decided to give him some initiative.

“Please, Sami,” You pleaded, using your best bedroom eyes. “I need you.”

It certainly wasn’t a lie. Your muscles were beginning to cramp from being in one position for so long, the wetness between your legs making it difficult to focus. You looked up at him through your lashes in anticipation and want.

Sami let out a visible gulp, now unable to take his eyes off you. He reached out with a shaky hand to trace one of the ribbons on your arm, watching with wide eyes as goosebumps followed his touch.

You saw out of the corner of your eye that Jimmy had finally taken a seat near the bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he watched the show. Jey stood nearby, leaning against his brother’s chair as he kept his eyes trained on you. You could feel Roman and Solo’s gaze as well, all eyes in the room focused on you as Sami moved further onto the bed.

You offered Sami a sweet smile, trying to not to seem impatient as you shifted uncomfortably against the bindings.

“Unwrap me, Sami,” You murmured, your voice low. “Please. I’m all yours.”

Sami reached out his other hand to experimentally cup your cheek, watching with rapt adoration as you leaned into his touch.

“You’re beautiful.” Sami said, his tone laced such conviction that you couldn’t doubt his sincerity. You felt your cheeks heat up again, your smile now shy.

Sami seemed a bit more at ease now, running his hand down your leg and tugging on the first knot. You both watched as the ribbon came undone with ease, revealing the soft indentation on the skin across your upper thigh.

Something darkened in Sami’s eyes at the sight, his fingers quickly moving to undo a few more knots on the same leg. More indentations appeared on your skin - beautiful crisscrossing patterns from how long you’d been bound. Sami seemed mesmerized, using his long fingers to trace the grooves left behind.

When he reached the ribbon tying your knees together, he tugged easily and the knot released, another ribbon fluttering to the ground. You groaned in appreciation, your legs falling open to stretch your sore hips. Although your ankles were still tied, this new position revealed the silky binding tied between your legs, Sami’s eyes zeroing in on the sight immediately.

You knew the ribbon was likely soaked and you offered him a mischievous smile, wiggling your hips playfully.

“If you keep unwrapping you might like what you find.” You teased.

Sami reached forward to untie a few more knots, his eyes still glued to the wetness between your legs. He seemed more impatient now, tugging on the knot that held your ankles together just to watch your legs fall open further, now fully able to stretch your sore limbs.

Sami leaned up further, moving closer to you as his hand drifted to the heat between your legs. And when his fingers grazed against the wet silk you felt your hips buck in response, instinctively chasing the feeling.

“You ought to save that for last, Sami.” Roman’s booming voice immediately caught Sami’s attention, his eyes flickering over to his Tribal Chief. “Don’t want to spoil your dessert, do you?”

Sami seemed lost for words, but he at least had enough sense to nod, obediently moving his hand away from the wetness between your legs, despite your desperate whines.

You watched as Sami forced himself to focus on the knots across your stomach and chest, his fingers shaky as he untied each ribbon. You watched him work, feeling almost sorry for him as you caught the sight of his erection straining in his jeans.

He couldn’t resist reaching out to palm at your bound breasts, gently squeezing the flesh straining through the ribbon. You let out a small whine as Sami leaned forward and captured one of your nipples between his lips, sucking delicately against the sensitive skin there. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation, biting your lip to keep any more embarrassing noises from passing your lips.

And when Sami finally released you, your eyes met again. He seemed desperate, the pale blue of his eyes swallowed by his pupils as he stared at you. You knew you didn’t look any better, your hips bucking forward again in a silent plea for him to use you. To claim you, just as the rest of the Bloodline had.

Sami seemed to understand, moving quickly to undo the knots across your chests and arms. When he reached the ribbon tying your wrists together he leaned even closer, reaching around you to tug on the binding to finally release your arms.

You let out a gasp at the feeling, finally free to stretch your arms above your head to extend your sore limbs.

Sami leaned back to watch you, seemingly mesmerized as you laid back against the pillows, giving a cat-like stretch across the bed. He didn’t miss the way your legs fell open again, catching sight of the final bow tied just above your pussy.

Movement out of the corner of your eye had your head turning, watching as Jey began to stalk the length of the room. He often got like this when he was impatient, his brow furrowed as he watched Sami place a pale hand against the inside of your thigh to push your legs even further apart. Jey’s expression was frustrated, his eyes never leaving yours even as his twin reached out and tried to urge him to sit down.

Sami noticed too, leaning back to meet Jey’s unhappy gaze.

“Hey, man,” Sami’s voice was soft, color still dotting his pale cheeks. “You wanna…I don’t know…” He seemed nervous, suddenly unable to meet Jey’s eyes. “You wanna, maybe join us?”

Jey stopped his pacing, his face now surprised. It was clear he hadn’t expected Sami to ask this. His eyes instinctively flashed over to Roman. He knew, as all of you did, that nothing happened in here without the Tribal Chief’s permission.

Roman, however, seemed amused. “She’s Sami’s gift,” he chuckled, his posture relaxed in his chair. “If he wants to share, then he can.”

Jey’s posture wasn’t nearly as relaxed, his eyes dark as he met Sami’s flustered expression. There was a question on his face - one that Sami was quick to answer.

“I do.” Sami said, the blush now creeping to his throat. “Want to share, I mean.”

The corner of Jey’s mouth tugged into a smile. “Didn’t think you’d be that generous, Sami.” Jey mused, even as he made his way to the bed. “Especially fo’ yo’ first time.”

Sami gave a nervous chuckle. “What can I say? I’m a generous guy.”

Jey smiled, leaning over to meet your lust-filled eyes. “Hey, mamas,” he murmured, reaching out a gentle hand to trace one of the grooves the ribbons had left on your arm. “Missed you, baby.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “You saw me this morning!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Jey’s lips were on yours, his touch sending electric sparks across your skin. As always, his touch was intoxicating, his taste almost sweet on your lips.

He didn’t kiss you for long, his eyes flashing over his shoulder to catch Sami’s hungry gaze. You were surprised when Jey moved behind you on the bed, leaning back against the headboard to pull you into his lap. He placed his hands on your thighs, drawing your legs further back to provide better access for Sami.

“Go on, uce,” Jey’s voice was an octave deeper than usual. “You ain’t finished opening up yo’ present.”

Sami’s face was flushed for a different reason now, his eyes glued to the wet silk still tied between your legs. He moved deeper onto the bed, almost as if in a trance, reaching out to carefully trace the ribbon above your clit.

You made a pitiful noise at his touch, your hips bucking forward again. “Please, don’t tease me.” You pleaded, letting out another noise as Jey’s lips brushed the shell of your ear, his breath warm.

Sami didn’t seem to be listening, seemingly hypnotized as his fingers moved forward to slowly tug at the final bow. And when the ribbon fell away, revealing your dripping pussy, Sami’s eyes darkened. You let out a surprised gasp when he darted forward, his tongue against your sex so quickly you hardly had time to react.

“Shhh,” Jey cooed from behind you, pressing sweet kisses against your neck. “It’s alright, baby. We’ll take care of you. Just relax.”

You couldn’t have disobeyed him even if you wanted to, Jey’s honeyed voice causing your muscles to automatically unwind, sinking further back against his chest. You let out a sigh at the feeling of Jey’s lips against your neck, his other hand snaking around you to palm at one of your breasts.

Sami’s tongue was tentative. He seemed to be taking his time, savoring your taste as he continued to explore. And when his tongue flicked into the entrance of your empty hole you couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched keen, so whiny and needy that Jey laughed.

“Been waitin’ all day, sweetheart?” Jey teased, twisting one of your nipples between his fingers just to hear another breathy moan leave your lips.

You nodded against Jey’s chest, burying your face into his neck as Sami’s tongue pushed in deeper, your walls spasming helplessly around him. You didn’t miss the way Jey’s erection pressed against the swell of your ass, twitching with interest as you leaned back further into his lap.

“Think you can take us both?” Jey’s words had your head spinning, but you nodded, nuzzling into his soft beard.

“Use your words, mamas. I wanna hear it.”

“Yes,” You breathed, your back arching as Sami continued to lick up inside you, tasting your nectar as it leaked out. “Yes, I want you both.”

Before you fully realized what was happening you felt Jey’s hand reaching down to spread one of your asscheeks, his long fingers teasing the puckered hole hiding there. You immediately shook your head.

“No.”

Jey’s hands froze against your ass. No wasn’t a word you often said.

You pressed a reassuring kiss to Jey’s neck. “Not there.”

Jey withdrew his hand from your ass, his beard scratching your neck as he planted more kisses there. “Then where you want me, baby?”

You spread your legs wider, tugging on Jey’s hand until his fingers were brushing your clit, just centimeters above Sami’s forehead from where he continued to feast on your empty hole.

Jey chuckled, his next words so low only you could hear them. “Right where I belong, huh?”

You nodded, leaning back to press a kiss of your own beneath his jaw.

“And what about Sami, pretty girl?”

Upon hearing his name, Sami’s eyes flickered up to the two of you, the irises of his eyes reduced to nothing more than a thin sliver of blue around large, lust-blown pupils. He looked so cute like this, his gaze up at the two of you adoring. You both watched in rapt fascination as Sami’s puppy eyes fluttered as you thrusted further into his greedy mouth.

“I want him inside me too.” You breathed, your fingers reaching out to curl in his wild mane of ginger hair. “With you.”

Jey took a moment to consider. “You sure, mamas?” He sounded concerned and you knew he didn't want to hurt you.

You nodded, brushing some of the hair from Sami’s forehead so you could keep sight of his lovely blue eyes.

“You good with that, Sami?” Jey asked, leaning forward to watch as Sami nodded against your pussy, unwilling to pause his ministrations to answer.

Jey chuckled. “Alright, baby. Then lift up fo’ me.”

You obeyed, feeling Jey’s large hands on your hips to assist you. Your movements caused Sami to lean back, watching with wide eyes as you allowed Jey’s cock to nudge against your slicked hole. You couldn’t help but whine as you took the first few inches, your toes curling in satisfaction. As usual, you could feel your thoughts beginning to slip from your grasp, the world turning hazy and warm as Jey’s cock filled you so perfectly.

Jey was quick to bottom out, your body easily adjusting to him. Like you were made for him.

Jey seemed to agree, letting out a low groan as your pussy fluttered around him. “Jesus, baby. You feel perfect.”

He took a moment to collect himself, taking a few deep breaths as he resisted the urge to thrust up into your tight hole. He met Sami’s gaze and a look of understanding passed between them.

“Sami’s gonna open you up more, pretty girl,” Jey murmured, his hands gentle as he kept you balanced on his lap. “Just be a good girl and relax fo’ me, ok?”

You nodded, letting out a sigh as Sami’s tongue returned to your pussy. He seemed uncertain at first, his tongue staying close to your clit to draw out hungry and desperate moans from you. Eventually he dipped further down to your filled hole, his tongue tracing over your entrance as well as Jey’s cock. His eyes flickered up to the two of you and he looked worried, as if he’d crossed some kind of imaginary line. You were quick to reassure him.

“That’s good, Sami,” you praised, reaching out to curl your hands in his ginger hair. “Feels so good.”

Sami relaxed a bit more, his tongue adventuring further as he continued to lap at your stretched hole. Occasionally he would lean down further to coat the base of Jey’s cock with more wetness, his tongue providing equal pleasure to both of you.

Jey didn’t protest. Instead, he pulled you flush against his chest, his free hand cradling the underside of your jaw so he could press more kisses there. He seemed to be enjoying himself, moaning softly into your neck as you continued to clench around him and Sami’s tongue continued to lick up his shaft.

Eventually Sami reached up to add the first finger, sliding in alongside Jey’s dick. You felt so relaxed that you didn’t register the feeling at first, completely lost in the sensation of Sami’s tongue against you.

You let out a contented sigh as Sami continued to lap at your pussy, his finger pumping slowly in and out as he began to work you open.

It was when he added the second finger that you could begin to feel the stretch, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling. You’d only done this once before with the twins and you hadn’t been able to walk for days afterward.

“Doin’ so good, mamas.” Jey’s voice was strained, his fingers curling in the soft flesh of your hips as he forced himself to sit still. “Such a good girl.”

Your eyelids fluttered at his praise, a new noise tearing from your throat as Sami leaned up to capture your clit between his lips, pulling the small bud into his mouth and sucking. The feeling was otherworldly and you felt your hips move on instinct.

“Nuh uh, none of that.” Jey’s voice was tight, his grip tightening on your waist. “No moving yet, baby. Not until you ready.”

You heard yourself make a pitiful noise, though you choked on the sound as Sami added a third finger.

Things started getting hazy after that. You were vaguely aware of Jey continuing to murmur praises in your ear, Sami’s tongue and fingers working you open with a patience that you were certain no other member of the Bloodline had. You could feel your wetness, mixed with Sami’s spit, dripping onto the sheets, your legs beginning to tremble at the feeling of fullness.

“I think she ready, uce.”

It took you some time to realize that it was Jimmy speaking. He was standing near the bed, passing Sami a bottle of lube before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You look so pretty all stretched out, baby.” Jimmy’s words sounded far away.

Sami was on his knees now, his eyes level with yours as he squirted some lube onto his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining up to your filled pussy. He met your eyes.

“Okay?”

He was sweet to ask, but you didn’t really have any words to respond. You could only nod, throwing your head back against Jey’s shoulder as he finally pushed into you.

You tried to think, tried to string some kind of coherent sentence together in your brain, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that your brain could focus on was that you felt full. Everything else faded into the background. Even Jey’s sweet kisses seemed miles away. The only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears.

“Easy, easy,” One person’s voice cut through the radio static and there was no question about whose hand was on your cheek. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”

Daddy.

You opened your eyes and met the Tribal Chief’s gaze, his expression kind as he looked down at you. He looked like a god at this angle. Benevolent. Strong. Powerful.

You opened your mouth, as if to speak, but only a broken sound came out.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” The Tribal Chief was quick to shush you. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Look at how well you serve my Bloodline.”

Sami pushed in deeper and your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling, both cocks sliding against each other in the wet, tight heat of your pussy.

“Fuck!” Jey hissed in your ear, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew they’d bruise.

Sami finally stilled, his body flushed against yours as he gave you time to adjust. He leaned forward to press a tentative kiss to your cheek, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

“Pretty girl.”

Sami had never called you that before, but he said it with such reverence that you had no choice but to believe him. You watched with glassy eyes as he reached out to trace the shape of your lips, his gaze at you so tender that you felt tears spring into your eyes.

Their first few thrusts had you moaning. The arousal that had been simmering low in your stomach the entire evening was beginning to bubble to the surface, your body hot as you felt your pussy flutter helplessly around the two dicks inside it.

Jey’s movements were slow, though you knew he wouldn’t take long. He’d been waiting for this, his muscles tense beneath you as he held you close. You could feel his breathy moans in your ear, his large hands keeping you still as he thrust into you alongside Sami.

Sami’s movements were a little faster, his puppy eyes wide as he watched your face contort with pleasure. He leaned forward to kiss your lips and you could still smell the sweet aroma of your own arousal lingering in his beard.

You could vaguely hear the sounds that you were making - half-bitten whimpers and pathetic moans - but you were too far gone to care. Instead you could only sit helplessly as two members of the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline abused your hole, the pleasure so good that you could barely keep your eyes open.

“You getting close, sweetheart?”

Roman’s voice was back, an anchor amidst the rising waves of pleasure and overstimulation.

“You gonna come like this?”

You were too fucked out to register the mocking in his voice, too drunk on cock to think of anything else. You could feel the tension coiling inside you so tightly that you felt your legs shake, teetering dangerously on the edge of orgasm.

“Yes, please,” Your voice was hoarse, as if you’d been screaming. And maybe you had. “Please, can I come, Daddy?”

Roman’s voice was kind. “You can come, pretty girl.”

Your vision went white, pleasure wracking your every muscle as the tension inside you finally snapped. You clenched down on the cocks inside you, gushing around their lengths as your back arched off of Jey’s chest. Your body felt impossibly hot, your chest heaving as if you’d just run a marathon.

It took a few moments to float back down to reality, the distant burn and stretch of your pussy the only thing keeping you grounded now.

You opened your eyes and saw that Sami’s face was a beautiful shade of pink, his eyes and hair wild as he continued to thrust into you. “Oh, fuck,” he swore, his hands now overlapping Jey’s on your hips to keep you close. He turned to the Tribal Chief, his words breathless. “Can I…Can I….?” He couldn’t seem to get the words out, but he was smart to ask. He wouldn’t come inside you without expressed permission from the Tribal Chief.

Roman understood, ruffling Sami’s hair affectionately. “Of course, Sami. You’re one of us now.”

That was enough to send Sami over the edge. You felt him spill into you, coating both your gummy walls and Jey’s cock with his seed.

You heard Jey curse behind you, his teeth clamping down on your shoulder as he quickly followed, warmth spreading inside you at the feeling.

Eventually the world stilled, all three of you breathing hard. Sami had his face pressed into the side of your neck, his breath warm against your heated skin. Jey rested his head near Sami’s, peppering you with small kisses and words of praise. And so what if a few of those kisses brushed Sami’s forehead? The lines were blurry, the world hazy and fragmented as you struggled to return to planet earth.

You were aware of hands surrounding you: Jey’s, Sami’s, Roman’s. You could hear the Tribal Chief’s low rumble, his words praising and sweet. And when Sami finally pulled his softening cock from you, you heard yourself let out a broken sob, the sound so pitiful that you almost felt embarrassed.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Someone’s voice was in your ear, the words calming. “Just relax, babygirl. It’s okay.”

Jey was shifting behind you and you heard someone say, “Careful, uce. She’s sensitive.”

No amount of gentleness could prepare you for the feeling of emptiness as Jey pulled out of you. Your cheeks felt wet from your tears, despite someone’s warm hands brushing them away. You felt vulnerable, your muscles trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation.

“Come here, baby.”

The Tribal Chief’s words were soft and you realized that he was pulling you close, his large arms encircling you. He was murmuring sweet praises to you, stroking your hair in an effort to calm you down. You didn’t even realize you’d been crying, the drop in endorphins and adrenaline leaving you an emotional wreck. Things still felt fuzzy and splintered, your brain still having difficulty stringing a coherent thought together.

You couldn’t be sure how long Roman held you there, keeping you curled against his chest so you could focus on his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. It wasn’t until you finally calmed down that you could make some sense of the words he was saying to you.

“Let Solo and Jimmy take care of you, sweetheart.” He said, rubbing reassuring circles into your exposed arm. “Come on, up you go.”

You let out a mournful noise as you were torn away from the Tribal Chief’s warm embrace, though you were quickly pacified as you felt more strong arms encircle you, picking you up with ease.

“Sweet girl,” Jimmy cooed, cradling you against his exposed chest as he carried you to the bathroom. “I got you, baby. You’re okay.”

You realized now that they had drawn you a bath, the smell of lavender in the air as Solo dumped the remainder of your bath salts into the filled tub. You were glad that the tub was big enough to accommodate Jimmy as well. He knew, as the others did, how much you needed skin-to-skin contact, making sure to pull you close to him as the warm water soothed your aching limbs.

Jimmy’s arms were wrapped around you, his lips brushing against your forehead as he whispered sweet nothings to you. You watched as Solo knelt down beside the tub, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your sudsy palm.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice was hoarse, the words shaky as they passed your lips. “You didn’t…you didn’t get to…”

“Shhh,” Jimmy was quick to shush you, reaching up a wet hand to brush some of the hair from your face. “It’s alright, honey. You shouldn’t be worried about that.”

Solo’s eyes were kind. “You did good.” He rumbled, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “You just need to relax.”

“But-”

“Hush, baby,” Jimmy soothed, peppering your cheek with kisses. “Just let us do this for you, ok? We want to.”

His words sounded so tender that you had no choice but to believe him, leaning back against the older twin and watching as Solo began to clean you up. You felt spoiled. Did you really deserve all this? You felt more tears well up in your eyes but you quickly buried your face into Jimmy’s neck to hide them.

Solo’s hands were soothing against your skin, taking his time to massage some of the aches in your arms and legs. Your eyes started to feel heavy, your body finally relaxing in Jimmy’s embrace even as the water turned lukewarm and your fingers started to prune.

You made a disappointed sound as Jimmy gently lifted you up and into Solo’s waiting arms, though it quickly turned into a soft moan at the feeling of a warm towel being wrapped around you. You allowed Solo to take his time drying you off, offering him a dazed smile as he pressed sweet kisses to your lavender-scented skin.

Solo was gentle as he carried you back to the bedroom, his strong arms keeping you tucked against his chest. You nuzzled into his neck as a silent thank you.

You could see that the sheets had been changed, Sami and Jey already snuggled beneath them. You let out a satisfied hum as Solo laid you down beside Sami, smiling as Sami quickly pulled you close to offer a sweet kiss of his own to your cheek.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his puppy eyes worried as he met yours. You offered him a lazy smile, your eyelids drooping in exhaustion.

“M’perfect,” You slurred, burrowing into his side to seek more of his warmth.

Sami let out a breath, reaching up with almost tentative fingers to stroke your hair. His heartbeat was steady beneath you, the peach fuzz of his chest soft as you leaned against him.

You felt long fingers stroking your side and you opened your eyes just enough to see Jey pull both you and Sami close. His eyes were already closed in exhaustion, his body pressed against Sami’s as he wrapped his long arms around the two of you. Even in his sleepy state, Jey managed to find one of your hands beneath the covers and interlace your fingers together, offering a small squeeze.

The bed dipped again and you saw Solo move behind Jey, joining the three of you under the covers. He met your gaze and you saw that his eyes were sparkling. While Solo wasn’t normally one to show his emotions, you could tell that this is where he felt happiest: surrounded by his family, curled up beneath the sheets with the people he loved the most. He pressed a small kiss to Jey’s temple as he settled in behind him, watching as his older brother let out a small sigh of contentment.

You felt another warm body press up behind you and you realized it was Jimmy, his hair still damp from the bath as he snuggled up close. He wrapped his own arms around you, his long arms blending with yours and Sami’s. He gave you a few more kisses to your forehead before leaning back against the pillow, his nose pressed into your hair.

All five of you had your legs intertwined like vines, long limbs all tangled together beneath the sheets. It was hard to tell where one person began and another ended, but it didn’t really matter. You pressed a kiss to Sami’s chest and he made a pleased sound, his fingers still in your hair.

“Best present ever.” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, and you couldn’t contain your smile.

The room grew quiet, Jey’s soft snores the only sound as Roman stepped closer to the bed. He’d been keeping his distance, watching with unconcealed fondness as his Bloodline snuggled together under the sheets. You were just awake enough to watch as Roman stepped closer to the bed, his eyes shining with affection.

He pressed a finger to his lips once he caught your eyes, reaching out to adjust Solo’s neck so he wouldn’t catch a cramp and pressing a kiss to his youngest cousin’s temple.

“You should get some sleep, sweetheart,” the Tribal Chief murmured, leaning forward to press another kiss to both Jey and Sami’s foreheads. “You’ve had a long day.”

You watched as he walked around the bed to give a kiss to Jimmy’s temple as well, brushing some of the hair from his cousin’s sleeping face.

“It’s alright, baby,” Roman murmured, his hand soft against your cheek as he pressed one final kiss to your face. “I’ve got you. I’ve got all of you.”

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