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blueraineshadows · 11 months ago

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Brothers Part 14

Garreth Weasley 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️Oscar Weasley

A love rivalry between two brothers. Oscar is an OC created by @eternalremorse and used with her permission.

Chapter Master List (Ao3 link can be found here)

NSFW 🔞 🔥 Christmas, angst, plenty of fluff, sex, virginity loss

Chapter 14 - The First of Many

Weak sunlight did little to ease the biting chill as students milled around the platform of the train station in Hogsmeade, their excited chatter about the Christmas holidays filling the air along with the puffs of their misted breaths. Huge icicles hung like dragon’s teeth from the gutters of the old stone building, glistening in the morning sunlight. The Hogwarts Express was waiting patiently, carriage doors opening and closing as those going home to their families began to board.

MC’s gloved hand was firmly wrapped in Garreth’s as he lingered at her side, his freckled cheeks pink with the cold and his eyes gazing longingly at her, prolonging the moment that he would have to let her go.

“I wish you were coming on the train with us,” he said. “Or, maybe I should have stayed and travelled with you.”

“I will see you in two days,” she chuckled, adjusting his woolly hat over his ears. “It’s only right that you travel with your brothers. Sebastian and I will be there for Christmas Eve, I promise.”

She threw a glance over her shoulder at Sebastian, who was waiting just behind her, his shoulders hunched against the cold, and the bottom half of his face hidden under his Slytherin scarf. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, the top of his cheek curving with a hidden smirk as Garreth made his goodbyes. He had offered to come along so that she would have company on the trip back to the castle, with an idea of calling in to the village for a Butterbeer on route.

“Come on, lover boy, just bloody snog her and get on the train. It’s freezing out here,” Sebastian grumbled.

Looking back at Garreth, MC grinned, prising her hand from his to hold his face with her gloved hands. “I will miss you, too,” she said fondly. “But I am looking forward to seeing you for Christmas.”

Garreth beamed and held her close, their cold noses touching, uncaring who saw them on the platform. Oscar knew, and whilst they were still being discreet, it was becoming harder and harder to hide how she felt about Garreth.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Garreth was tugged firmly on the arm, both of them looking down to see the freckled face of his youngest brother, Hector. A frown creased his brow, and his lips pouted in a sulky grimace.

“Quit snogging you two,” Hector grumbled, pulling on Garreth’s sleeve. “We need to get on the train. Oscar is already on board, and if you don’t hurry up, he said he was going to put an itching hex on your pants.”

MC smothered her chuckle at the indignant look on Garreth’s face and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. “Go on, Garreth,” she urged. “Go and find a seat.”

Garreth gave Hector a look that suggested sibling war was about to erupt on the train before he grabbed MC in for a much longer, firmer kiss. Hector’s groan of disgust was followed by pretend retching sounds that prompted laughter from Sebastian behind her. With Hector tugging at Garreth, Sebastian now took hold of MC’s arm, and so she was parted from Garreth, their lips separating with a loud smack.

“Bloody hell, you two,” Sebastian said, chuckling. “Young love and all that. Go on, Weasley! Safe trip home. Don’t worry, I’ll look after MC.”

“More like she will be looking after you,” Garreth quipped, his hand lingering with hers until they were too far out of reach, their gloved finger tips reluctantly grazing as Garreth was pulled across the icy platform.

MC nodded, her smile a mixture of the happiness that came from having people to care about at Christmas, and the disappointment at being parted from the one who had been a constant source of warmth and comfort these last few weeks. As she waved to Garreth and Hector climbing up into their carriage, Sebastian held her arm and waved too. She was grateful to have him there as she felt the sting of tears behind her eyes.

“You’re not going all sappy and sentimental on me, are you?” Sebastian grinned.

MC huffed a laugh and held his arm even tighter, leaning her head on his shoulder with a little sniff as the station officer checked all the doors and blew his whistle. “Of course not.”

Sebastian leant his head on top of hers, their bodies shivering against the cold as the train began to puff, huge billows of steam rising into the cold sky as it began to chug away from the station.

“What is it with you and Weasleys, hmm?” He asked softly, his brown eyes twinkling as he looked down at her.

“It’s the freckles,” she said, smiling.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed as he turned his gaze to the disappearing train, waving at Garreth, who was still hanging out of a window arm swinging wildly. “The freckles… But, I have freckles…”

MC laughed at his confused look and urged him to follow, their arms still linked as they made their way from the platform, their boots slipping on the icy pathway towards Hogsmeade.

“Come on, freckles. You can buy me a Butterbeer,” she said, already missing Garreth. “We can pick up a copy of The Daily Prophet, too. I wonder if the puzzle of the day is Christmas related.”

“Even if it is, I’m still going to win,” Sebastian said, his smirk firmly in place.

“As cocky as ever,” MC said, rolling her eyes. “Care to put a wager on that?”

“Since when have I ever backed down from a challenge?”

Laughing, her spirits lifting a little, they walked the path towards Hogsmeade through the glittering drifts of snow.

….*....

The steady rock and rhythm of the train carriage was lulling Oscar into sleep, his eyes drifting as he gazed out of the window, watching the scenery roll by. The steep landscape of the Highlands was making way into the softer rolling hills of northern England, the snow still covering most of the land.

A glance to the side revealed Isaac to be fast asleep, his head rocking with the movement of the carriage where it was leant against the window frame. Opposite Oscar sat Jamie, the Gryffindor Seeker, his blonde hair falling over his forehead as he sat lost in thought.

As Oscar’s eyes drifted to Garreth, he tried not to think about the sight of him saying his goodbyes to MC and Sebastian on the platform, the very public kiss Garreth had shared with MC still causing a sting in his chest. Sending Hector after Garreth had been a subtle way to halt the display of affection, and whilst he did feel a little bad about it, it wasn’t completely about making them stop for his benefit. The train was about to leave after all.

Oscar’s teeth worried at his bottom lip as he watched Garreth, curled on his seat, his gaze almost dreamy and far away as he watched the scenery roll past, his journal clutched against his chest. Once, not so long ago, Oscar would have assumed it was potions and mayhem that was being conjured up behind those green eyes. Now, it wasn’t so hard to imagine that it was MC that caused that soft smile to linger on his brother’s mouth.

Garreth looked happy. How could he begrudge him that?

Christmas Eve was going to be a test of how well he could manage the lingering jealousy and disappointment. Having MC in their family home and watching them all welcome her as Garreth’s girl instead of his. Although, the more he thought about it, the harder it became to imagine MC being there on his arm. It was a sad thing to realise that she had been right to end things between them, and he wondered if he would ever find a girl who could trust him enough to stay.

Shifting a little in his seat, he felt the press of the little box that Trixie had slipped to him after breakfast in the Great Hall that morning. His fingers moved to the outside of his pocket to feel the package he had yet to unwrap, wondering what kind of gift she had given him. He had felt guilty, having not bought her anything in return. He had not expected the gesture. He would wait until he was in the privacy of his own room before opening it, not wanting to do so in front of the others. Especially Isaac, who had dallied with Trixie himself.

Things had softened somewhat between himself and the Slytherin girl since their shared drink in the Three Broomsticks on the night of Garreth’s birthday party. That couldn’t be a bad thing. However, Oscar knew better than to let her get any closer. It was a fool’s game. Not only was she dangerous and cunning, but she was going to be fixed up in a pureblood marriage before long if the rumours in the Wizarding community were to be believed. A Weasley was not good enough for the McNair’s at any rate. If the rumours proved true, then Trixie would be marrying a Black after graduation. Oscar pitied the man tied to that little minx for the rest of his life.

Oscar wasn’t ready for marriage, arranged or otherwise. He had his Quidditch career on track, his future settled for the next few years. He didn’t really have much to complain about.

“Are you looking forward to Christmas, brother?” He asked, stirring Garreth from his thoughts.

Garreth’s smile widened, and he nodded. “I can’t wait to see Mum,” he said wistfully.

Oscar smiled. “She will be making a huge fuss over MC when she arrives, I hope you’ve warned her about the Weasley welcome she is going to receive.”

Garreth blushed, shifting awkwardly, his fingers tightening around the soft leather journal in his hands. His eyes dipped sheepishly downwards, and Oscar felt a twinge of regret that Garreth seemed to be trying to hide his true feelings.

“I hope Mum doesn’t go too overboard and embarrass her,” Garreth said.

Oscar leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees. “Does she know you’re courting?”

Garreth’s blush deepened even further and shook his head.

“It’s okay, you know,” Oscar said softly. He reached out to pat Garreth on the knee. “I’m happy that you’re happy, brother. Just… just look after MC. She’s a good one.”

The look in Garreth’s eyes said it all. The softness and fire that lingered there at the mere mention of her name was enough to tell Oscar that Garreth was in deep.

“I’d do anything for her, Os. Anything at all.”

….*....

Hogwarts felt huge and empty with most of the students at their homes for the holidays. MC wandered the long corridors and many staircases in a thoughtful mood, her mind turning over the last few months of her second year at this school. Her fears about attending this magical place of learning had melted away despite the darkness she had found here. The terrors she had faced didn’t seem as awful when you had others to help hold you up against them. MC realised she had much to be thankful for as she passed by the festive decorations on her way to meet Sebastian.

This time last year, she had only just begun to know her favourite Slytherin, and things had been so terribly dark and dangerous. She couldn’t fathom the world without him in it, now, without any of her friends. Sebastian and Ominis, Poppy, Leander, Amit, and Garreth. Most of all, Garreth.

Her promise to herself on the train ride here this year about not letting boys distract her seemed silly now. First Oscar, and now, she was truly swept off her feet over a boy. Garreth was woven through her so deeply that she felt his absence fiercely after just one day apart. For the first time in her life, she was going to be spending Christmas with a family, a large and warm family, with her boyfriend at her side.

It was almost overwhelming how much her life had changed over the course of a year, and whilst it was scary, she knew she shouldn’t be afraid to embrace it. The nerves fluttered, though. She couldn't help it.

The lights of the library were low, the stacks shadowed and quiet as she walked past them to the favourite table that she usually shared with her friends. Sebastian sat under the glow of a lamp, his head bent over parchment on the table top, a copy of today’s Daily Prophet open beside him. He looked up as she approached and wiped his cheeks, her heart lurching to see the glisten of tears on them.

“Seb…” She hurried to his side, hands reaching to hold his arm. “Seb, what is it?”

He shook his head, using his sleeve to dry his cheeks. “It’s nothing, really. I'm fine.”

“This is me you're talking to, Sebastian Sallow, and you do not shed a tear over nothing,” MC said firmly. She pulled a chair closer to him and sat down, taking his hand in hers. His skin felt cold, and she rubbed the back of his hand for warmth and comfort. “It's just us here. Tell me what's got you so sad, and I will do my best to help. I know you would do the same for me.”

He leant his elbow on the table, his hand pushing into his fluffy hair as his face clouded with reluctance. She waited patiently, her hands still warming his cool fingers in her lap.

“I was just thinking about us going to the Weasley's for Christmas and remembering a time when I would have had a family of my own to be with. I… I'm worried I am going to be imposing.”

His voice was barely a whisper, emotion making it crack as his eyes shone. MC knew what loneliness was. She spent most of her life drowning in it, and her chest tightened with a familiar ache that almost stole her breath. It was heartbreaking to see it on the face of someone she cared deeply for, and her first instinct was to scramble onto his lap. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him against her, squeezing him tightly as though trying to impress upon him that he was not without someone this Christmas.

“Have you not heard from Anne?”

“No, nothing,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “No word from my sister, no other family to visit with, and I can't even keep a girlfriend either. Not that I could blame anyone. What girl wants this much darkness in their life?”

“Did you not speak with Poppy before she left for her grandmother's?” MC bit her lip. The mood was still a bit sensitive between Poppy and Sebastian, mostly with Sebastian. She had noted the way he had stiffened at the mention of her name.

Again, he shook his head. “What would be the point? She doesn't want anything from me, and I don't blame her, MC. I'm better off alone, anyway.”

“You are not alone, Seb,” she whispered into his hair, giving his back a rub. “You're my family now, and I am here for you.”

She felt his shuddering breath, and then his arms held her back, his face buried against her shoulder.

“You will have Garreth and his legion of relatives to fuss over you on Christmas Eve,” he croaked. “Maybe I shouldn't come. I really would be intruding. A Slytherin in a house of Gryffindors.”

She sat back to look at him. “Oh, you are not backing out now. You have to come,” she said, nodding her head. “I'm positively terrified, and I need you there as backup. I'm going to be so out of my depth, and I am convinced they will take one look at me and see me for the troublemaker I am. I will be an imposter masquerading as a suitable girl to court their son.”

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Garreth’s family finding out that she was the reason he could see Thestrals now. Her murdering hands had bestowed that dark gift upon him. Who would want that for their son?

The shadows swooped in, bringing with them the dark memories, and her chest tightened further. Her fingers curled into the back of Sebastian's jumper in a tight grip.

Lost in thought, she startled at the feel of a firm, cold hand on her chin. Her eyes met with serious brown ones, Sebastian's lashes stuck together with unshed tears, but his gaze was fiery intent.

“Don't you dare start thinking you are not good enough for him, MC,” Sebastian said firmly. “I have never seen you look as happy as you are with Garreth. He is good for you, and he adores you. I know he does. And his family will love you just as much as he does. You have nothing to worry about.”

Her heart stuttered and then thumped madly as she stared at Sebastian, her lips parting. “He said that? He… he loves me?”

“He doesn’t have to say it,” Sebastian said, shaking his head. “It's obvious. Plus, he never stops talking about you. I'd put good money on a guess that his journal is full up with you as well. Every page, I'd say. I see it in the way he looks at you, and I know that he would do anything for you, even have secret duelling lessons in case he ever needs to fight for you.”

She gasped, eyes wide, her head trying to piece this information together. “What?”

Sebastian nodded, his lips curving upwards. “It's true, although he will probably hex my arse for telling you about it,” he grinned. “We have been meeting up to train together, and he is doing well. It must be my excellent teaching skills.”

His tears gone now, and his self-satisfied smirk brought a familiar twinkle to his eyes. MC shook her head a little, stunned that he had been teaching Garreth how to duel and in secret, too. It reminded her of when she had first got to know Sebastian and the time and patience he had spent on teaching her all manner of spells.

“I can't believe Garreth is learning how to duel with you,” she said, still shaking her head. She bit her lip and eyed Sebastian. “And he is good, you say?”

Sebastian nodded. “I would trust him with you, MC. I know he would have your back if it came down to it, and that makes him more than alright in my book.”

“Why would you do all of this for him, for me?”

He reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, his gaze turning serious again. “Because you are like family to me, too, MC. I love you, and I would do anything for you, and if that means I train your clumsy, soft hearted boyfriend, how to blow shit up safely. Then, that's what I will do.”

“Clumsy and soft hearted? That does sound like Garreth,” she said fondly. Her quiet laughter brought a chuckle from his lips, too, and she held his hand.

“I know I am no substitute for Anne, and I would never try to be, but I am here for you,” she said, meeting his gaze. “We both have shadows on our backs, but we will be okay, I promise.”

He nodded, squeezing her hand, his expression thoughtful for a moment, and then he grinned.

“Does this mean I am still going to be thrown into a pit of Weasley chaos on Christmas Eve?”

“Yes,” she said, smiling back at him. “If I am going to be smothered with joy and affection, then so are you.”

After another tight hug, she slipped from his lap and picked up the copy of the Daily Prophet from the table. The puzzle of the day was a mind bender, and she held it up to him, her smile teasing.

“Still not completed this, Sallow? Oh dear, you're not slipping, are you?”

Tears definitely gone now, his habitual smirk back on his freckled face, Sebastian took the newspaper from her and patted the chair next to him.

“Sit down, my little menace,” he chuckled. “Seeing as it's Christmas, we can do this one together.”

….*....

Home was an old farmhouse set in the English countryside, surrounded by their family fields and the woods. There was always something very special about returning home for Garreth. It was seeing the smoke rising from the chimney and knowing that cosy rooms awaited, it was seeing his old treehouse in the garden that his dad and older brother Nigellus had helped to build.

There were untold memories of playing in the garden, catching frogs in the stream, hard days of helping with the harvest, and big family meals around his mother's kitchen table. As fun as school could be with the freedom of being able to express their magical abilities, Garreth loved coming home.

Dragging his trunk down the stone pathway towards the back door, delicious smells wafting from the steamed up kitchen windows, Garreth’s heart swelled as a very familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

“Welcome home, my boys!”

His mother was a most welcome sight with her arms out ready and her smile wide, clothed in her usual dress and apron.

“Mum!” He exclaimed excitedly.

Ignoring his brothers and dropping his trunk onto the path, he hurried straight into her waiting arms for the hug he had been longing for. Her squeeze nearly took his breath away as he crushed her against him. She seemed shorter somehow but still soft and warm as she laughed in delight. A thud at his back signalled the arrival of Hector, his skinny arms wrapped around them both as his mum ruffled his mop of ginger hair.

Oscar came up behind their mum, wrapping his strong arms around them all to complete the welcome home hug, his eyes meeting Garreth’s in a warm smile as he kissed their mum on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Mum,” Oscar said. “It's good to be home.”

Garreth smiled back, wrapped up in the family huddle still. He couldn't have said it better himself. Instead, he craned his neck over Oscar’s shoulder towards the kitchen, the tempting smells making his stomach grumble. It had been a long journey home.

“What are you cooking, Mum? I'm starving!”

….*....

The sun was setting on Christmas Eve, the icy blue sky bleeding into golds and pinks on the horizon, the sparse clouds thin and smokey grey behind the naked trees that surrounded the Weasley farm. The ground was snow free this far south, but the air was sharp and cold, the promise of a frost lingering in the lengthening shadows.

MC held on to Sebastian's arm as they walked the gravel path towards the front door of the old stone farmhouse. The roof was tiled with great chimneys at each end. The windows lit cosily from within were like something out of a story book with little flower boxes beneath them. The garden was well tended, a home that was loved and cared for.

That familiar tightness of nerves clenched in her chest, and she paused in her step, looking over the Weasley home as she bit her lip. She had never known a home like this, only ever a visitor, like her visit to Poppy’s home last summer, and now she was here about to face a real family set up. It was the stuff of dreams compared to the cold structure and formality of the children's home and the shared dormitories of Hogwarts. That feeling of being an imposter swept through her, and like Sebastian had the other day, she had the panicked thought that maybe she shouldn't be here.

Sebastian paused with her, watching her face, and he gave her arm a squeeze.

“You've got this, MC. I am right here with you.”

With a quick nod in his direction, she fought down her demons, and they arrived at the front door. Sebastian used the large metal knocker, the tap loud in the quietness of the garden, despite the sound of laughter and music that came from the inside of the house.

The door swung open, bathing the doorstep in warm light. A man with curling red hair and green eyes greeted them, his smile cheerful through his thick, red beard. He held a mug of what looked suspiciously like potent beer.

“Well, hello there,” he said, eyeing them both. When his gaze fell on MC, his brows drew together slightly. “Goodness me, you're the young lass that was pictured in the Daily Prophet with my Oscar. Are you here to see him?”

She would have welcomed a huge hole opening up beneath her feet about now, the ground swallowing her up until her fiercely blushing face was hidden. Mortified, she glanced at Sebastian, her lips parting as she struggled to find the words to reply. This man was clearly Garreth and Oscar’s father. That blasted photo of her and Oscar kissing that had been printed for all to see was clearly never going to disappear.

“Good evening,” Sebastian said smoothly. “I'm Sebastian, and this is MC. We are here at the invitation of Garreth, actually.”

“Oh, right, well then. Good evening, and Happy Christmas, young friends,” he said, looking between them both. “So, you are not the girl from the photo?”

“I am…” MC cringed, her fingers gripping tightly to Sebastian's coat sleeve. “The Daily Prophet should not have printed that photograph. It bears no merit on Oscar's skill on the pitch, which is what they should have been reporting on. I am sorry you had to see it, sir.”

Mr Weasley's eyebrows lifted, and he gave a little shrug. “Well, of course. No need to be apologising to me, my dear. I was a youngster once myself,” he gave them a wink and stepped back. “Come on out of the cold, then. I shall warn you, though, there are sprigs of mistletoe hidden around the house. But if there is to be any of that snogging business, I promise there will be no photographs of it.”

Sebastian was smirking, but MC felt the heat burning her cheeks as she stepped into the hallway, Mr Weasley's mischievous grin, so like Garreth’s that it made her breath catch. Garreth had definitely gained his handsome charm from his father.

A woman in a green dress appeared from a doorway, her red hair pinned back and her rosy cheeks rounded as she beamed a smile their way. MC stared at her, struck immediately by the twinkling blue eyes that were just like Oscar’s. She bustled towards them, her hands held out towards MC.

“Oh, hello, hello! Happy Christmas, and welcome,” She greeted, taking MC’s hand and squeezing it gently. Her eyes took in MC’s face, and she gave a hqppy, little sigh. “You must be MC. How lovely you are, my dear. I can see why my Garreth is so very fond of you.”

“It's lovely to meet you, Mrs Weasley,” MC said, her voice sounding rather breathless as she fought back her nerves, her blush deepening at the praise. “Happy Christmas!”

Mrs Weasley was so warm and welcoming, turning her attention to Sebastian next and exclaiming over how handsome he was. He even got a pinch on the cheek that had MC biting back a chuckle as Garreth hurried into the hallway, his face immediately brightening as she met his gaze.

Mr Weasley watched on as Garreth leapt forward and scooped MC up into a huge, bone crushing hug. “You're here!” He exclaimed, squeezing her tight before pressing a cheeky kiss to her cheek. “The best kind of Christmas gift.”

“Hold your horses, lad,” Mr Weasley said, his brow furrowing in confusion. “This is the young lady you were telling us about? This is your lass?”

Garreth glanced up at his father. “Yes…I hope you haven't been teasing her, Dad.”

“As if I would,” Mr Weasley said, holding up both hands with his little smile that was so very Garreth. He shook his head, his smile turning baffled. “I can't keep up with you youngsters and your courting.”

MC bit her lip, her hand seeking out Garreth’s so they could link fingers. Grabbing Sebastian with his other hand, Garreth led them through into a large but cosy living room that was filled with people chatting and drinking. By the fireplace stood a huge Christmas tree decorated with enchanted candles and pretty ribbons. Professor Weasley stood beside it, a glass of wine in her hand as she chatted with a tall man. She gave them both a nod and a smile in greeting.

The majority of the guests were red-haired, and MC shared a look with Sebastian as he chuckled. “Bloody hell, that’s a lot of Weasleys.”

Garreth grinned. “And this isn't all of us. Not everyone could make it. The Prewetts are here, though. Come on, there's Lee.”

In the spirit of Christmas, MC found herself swept up into a fierce hug by Leander, and he held out his hand for Sebastian to shake. Soon, the four of them were huddled in their own little corner, chatting away, drinks pressed into their hands as plates of mince pies and other tasty treats were passed around.

Tucked snugly against Garreth’s side, his arm wrapped around her, MC began to feel some of the nervous tension slip from her shoulders. Even Sebastian and Leander were getting along, laughing loudly, their cheeks turning pink from the little Firewhiskey top ups that they were slipping into their drinks.

Children were weaving around the adults, giggling and playing, some of them playing Wizard's Tag in the garden where Oscar was keeping an eye on them. When Oscar came indoors with a little red-haired girl trailing him, their cheeks flushed with the cold, MC watched as they warmed their hands at the fireplace.

Oscar was wearing a dark green, knitted jumper, his hair neatly swept to the side, and he looked as handsome as ever. Clearly, the little girl adored Oscar. She stuck at his side, her little hand seeking his as she leant against him.

Garreth noticed the direction of her gaze and spoke into her ear. “That's my little sister, Millie. Oscar is her favourite, and she misses him when he is away at school. She starts Hogwarts next year, actually. She can't wait.”

“She starts as Oscar leaves,” MC said, still watching as Oscar adjusted the little hair clip that kept wild red hair from tumbling across Millie's freckled forehead. “That's a shame. I can see how close they are.”

“Are you okay being here with Oscar?” Garreth asked softly. She turned to meet his gaze. His hand gripped subtly tighter at her waist. “It's not too awkward for you, is it?”

“No, I'm alright,” she said, smiling and daring to lean closer and press a very quick kiss to his nose. “Although, I think your dad was a bit confused. He recognised me from the photograph in the paper.”

Garreth groaned. “I forgot about that. Sorry.”

“Not to worry, it isn’t your fault. Your Mum seemed to know about me, though,” she said, reaching to adjust his little red dickie bow. He looked so smart in his white shirt and red plaid waistcoat, her eyes dipping to gaze longingly at his mouth. She craved a proper kiss from him. “She seems lovely.”

“I may have had a little chat with her and told her about you,” Garreth admitted, his smile bashful.

“A little chat?” Hector’s head appeared from behind the settee they were sitting on, his cheeky face twisting into an artful eye roll. “You don't shut up about her. Honestly, you talk about her as much as you snog her at school, and that's a whole lot!”

“Hector! Right, that is it!” Garreth twisted around, his hand splayed against Hector’s red hair as he tried to shove his head back down behind the settee. Hector squeaked and tried to slap his hand away, wriggling away with an infectious chuckle that brought laughter to MC’s lips as the brothers squabbled.

“What’s going on here?” Oscar asked, coming closer.

“Hector being a pesky dugbog again, I'd say,” Millie grinned.

“You're a dugbog,” Hector threw back, in between grappling with Garreth, who had now launched himself over the back of the settee and was wrestling Hector to the floor. “In fact, you're worse! You're a big, stinky dugbog poop!”

Millie scowled and hurried to swing her little booted foot towards Hector’s leg, his squawk of pain her reward as she folded her arms with a satisfied smirk.

MC watched the sibling scrap with her hand to her mouth, a mixture of amusement and curiosity playing out over her face as Sebastian and Leander turned to see what was going on. She glanced up at Oscar, who met her gaze. It was the closest she had been to him in a while, and she couldn't help the blush that swept across her cheeks.

“Are they always like this?”

Oscar’s smile brought a twinkle to his eyes as he nodded. “I'm afraid so.”

“What in Merlin's name is going on here?” Mrs Weasley demanded, her hand whipping out her wand in the blink of an eye.

Garreth and Hector were both levitated off their feet, their feet and hands still kicking and swiping as they let out groans of frustration. Millie giggled with delight and clapped her hands, poking out her tongue at Hector.

“We have guests!” Mrs Weasley scolded, hands on her hips. “You stop this nonsense right now!”

Both boys stopped their scrapping and gave their mother sheepish smiles. “Sorry Mum,” they said in unison.

Mrs Weasley nodded once and then turned a smile towards Garreth. “And Garreth, sweetie, don't forget to let MC meet Grandma Weasley. She is eager to meet your lovely young lady.”

Oscar’s smile slipped, and he flicked his gaze MC’s way before taking hold of Millie and directing her away from her floating siblings. “Come on, Mills, the show is over. Let's see what food is left.”

Mrs Weasley brought the boys back down to their feet, Hector grumbling under his breath about favouritism, and Garreth still looked a little bit sheepish as he tugged his shirt and waistcoat to straighten them. Sebastian gave him a little nudge with his elbow, the pair of them exchanging a cheeky, smirking look.

Reaching for his hand, MC slipped her fingers through Garreth’s and let him lead her away through the living room towards a doorway that opened into a large kitchen. Oscar and Millie were picking over platters of food that were set on the long table, Oscar catching her gaze as they passed them.

Guilt pulled at MC, making her conscious of her hand that was grasped in Garreth’s, at her being called his young lady right in front of poor Oscar. How could she not feel for him? In his shoes, she would be crushed. Her lips twitched into an attempt at an apologetic smile, but it didn't feel enough, especially when he didn't return it and looked down.

“Where are we going?” She asked, dodging a pair of red-haired children that looked suspiciously like twins as they headed towards a very big inglenook fireplace.

“To meet Grandma Weasley, of course,” Garreth said, pausing beside a worn winged-back chair. In the chair sat a small woman, aged and hunched, her blue eyes still bright and keen as she lifted a gnarled hand out towards them.

“Is that you, Garreth, dear?” Her voice was thin and tired, her words spoken between rasping breaths. MC tried to remember seeing anyone who looked this old and came up with nothing.

Garreth hunkered down, gently taking hold of the trembling curled fingers.

“Yes, it's me, Grandma,” he said clearly. He gestured for MC to crouch down beside him, and she did so. Slowly, he placed MC’s hand with his so that they were both holding his grandmother's hand. “I have brought someone very special to meet you, Grandma. This is MC.”

“Hello,” MC said nervously, her hand resting gently over the old woman's cool skin.

“Ah, yes, your sweetheart,” she said, her lips lifting into a smile as her eyes wandered over MC’s face. “I can not see as well as I once did, but I am sure you are as lovely as young Garreth described you. Now, let me get a proper look. I just need to hold your hands. Do you mind, my dear?”

MC exchanged a look with Garreth as Grandma Weasley took hold of her hand in both of hers. Garreth gave her a reassuring nod, his hand sliding to the small of her back where he circled his fingers in a soothing touch.

“Of course, go ahead,” MC said.

Grandma Weasley closed her eyes and gently felt over MC’s hands, her fingertips cool and soft. MC watched, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“Grandma has a magic touch,” Garreth whispered. “She can read people through their hands. Caught me out a few times when I was younger, unfortunately. Not much gets past her.”

“I can hear you, Garreth, my sweet,” Grandma Weasley said, her eyes still closed. She smirked and leaned in a little closer towards MC. “He is a mischievous little scamp, but his heart beats with a rare purity.”

MC smiled. When you looked into those green eyes, that purity was there. She had seen it. She felt it whenever Garreth held her close. It was one of the reasons she was drawn to him in the first place. If this lady could feel that from merely touching a person's hands, then MC wondered what she was going to say about her.

Nerves fluttered like lacewing flies in her belly as those gnarled, old hands felt over her palms, her fingertips following the lines that traced her skin there. Muttering came from her lips, her eyelids flickering as she read MC’s hands with her magical skill.

“Don't be afraid, child,” she said gently, her hands cupping MC’s like a tiny bird. She nodded, her eyes opening to reveal orbs of twinkling pale blue that held a depth of knowledge. “You are a very strong and brave girl, MC. I can feel deep shadows and sadness within you, but you carry it in a heart that is loyal and true, a selfless and generous young woman.”

MC felt her throat tighten, the backs of her eyes burning as they remained locked with Grandma Weasley. How did she see all of that? Did she know what those shadows were? Had she seen the murder and bloodshed? Did she see the lies told to protect Sebastian?

Did she know the risk she had brought to Garreth?

Grandma Weasley turned her gaze towards Garreth and patted his arm. “Be a treasure and make your old Grandma a cup of tea, Garreth lad,” she said.

Garreth opened his mouth to perhaps protest, but one look at his grandmother's face made him think otherwise. “Of course, one cup of tea is coming right up!”

MC watched Garreth get up and fetch the kettle for the large range stove, her nerves fluttering madly as she looked back up at the lined face, wondering again just how old this lady was, when Grandma Weasley gave her a secretive smile.

“Now, us girls can have a proper chat. There is a deep and powerful magic within you, child,” Grandma Weasley continued. Her eyes narrowed. “You have the blood of the ancient flowing in your veins. I have heard about you, and I am honoured to be able to feel the pulse of that magic with my own hands.”

Her gentle fingers moved to press against the pulse point at MC’s wrist, a pulse that was racing under this close scrutiny.

“You…you can feel it?”

Grandma Weasley nodded. “I can. I am impressed, child. You carry such power, and yet you try to conceal it. You don't want it to control you or let it be all that people see of you. Whilst you seek acceptance and belonging, you don't want to use your gift to get it. Such wisdom for one so young.”

“I had a good mentor,” MC said, her voice wavering slightly.

Grandma Weasley nodded, and she smiled. “Eleazar was a wonderful man, and his wife was a rare gem. They are both great losses to our world. I am glad you found your way to him.”

“You knew Professor Fig?” MC felt her heart quicken further, tightness grasping her chest and throat.

“I did. We would write from time to time, and he told me a little about his ward. You. He thought highly of you, dear. You should know that…” Grandma Weasley paused, her head tilting, and she stroked the back of MC’s hand. “The panic flutters. Does it happen often?”

MC gasped and almost pulled her hands out from Grandma Weasley's grip. It was unnerving to be read so easily. “You can feel them, too?”

Grandma frowned slightly and put a hand to her own chest. “I can. I am sorry, dear. I do not mean to upset you. I can feel your troubled heart, and it is a shame for one so young. But, I can feel the love you bear also. You have people who help carry these burdens. Garreth… He helps you with these flutters, doesn't he?”

MC nodded. Whilst stunned, she felt no malice from this curious old lady, and the truth fell easily from her lips. “Yes, he does.”

Grandma Weasley thought for a moment and then nodded, her smile knowing and satisfied.

“Then you had best keep him close, child,” she said, patting their joined hands before sitting back in her chair. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “You've got a rare one there, my dear. You have nothing to fear when it comes to Garreth. That boy is loyal to a fault. Your heart will be safe with him, and while you may argue that I am biased, I can confidently promise you that.”

MC felt that tightness in her throat increase, emotion making it difficult to swallow as she fought the urge to cry. It was raw honesty that made her speak the deepest fear in her heart to this woman.

“And what of his heart, ma'am,” she said quietly. “Is that safe in my hands?”

Her wrinkled brow furrowed into deep lines, and she stared with curious eyes. “You doubt yourself that much, child?”

“I could not bear it if I were to hurt him,” she admitted. “I don't want to fail him.”

“You love him,” Grandma Weasley said, nodding as if she already knew it for fact. She took hold of MC’s hand again, her grip firm. “That's all you need to do, child. Love him, share your heart with him, and the reward will be everything you seek. We all have shadows to carry. It's just the human way. Don't let them block out the light. You're strong. You will be just fine. Trust me, my dear.”

Garreth appeared with a small tray containing a little teapot and a fine China tea cup on a saucer. “Just how you like it, Grandma,” he said, placing the tray on the side table beside her. “Would you like me to pour it for you?”

“If you would, sweetheart. My hands aren't what they used to be,” she said, giving MC a wink. “Thank you for bringing your lady to me. It was a pleasure to meet you, dear.”

Heart hammering, MC stood, her chest still tight and her hands tingling where the old woman had touched her. Touched her and saw into her soul.

“It was lovely to meet you, too,” she said, her voice strained.

Garreth was leaning down to kiss his Grandma's cheek, speaking to her with that lovely, warm voice she adored. Grandma Weasley said something back to him, speaking words into his ear that made his face flush crimson.

Unsure how she felt about the whole thing, MC excused herself for a moment and turned from them, heading for a door that led out into a little paved garden with neatly kept potting beds full of herbs. She kept walking, just needing a moment to herself.

Pressing her hand to her chest and fighting the tears that threatened to fall, she couldn't help but feel like she had just passed some kind of test. Through touching her hands and reading her soul, that wise old woman had given her blessing.

With the darkness that shrouded her, MC was struggling to fathom how that was even possible. Despite Sebastian's firm words about her being good enough for Garreth and the eerie accuracy that an old woman had spoken of her secret heart, she still couldn't fight the fear that she wasn’t.

….*....

Oscar had tried to keep his eyes averted from MC, but it was hard. Drawn to her, he had no choice but to watch as she was introduced to his family. She looked so lovely, her smile lighting her face, her eyes so soft whenever she looked at Garreth.

Seeing her being presented to Grandma Weasley had him almost holding his breath, his curiosity burning fiercely as she held MC’s hand and gave her reading. The warmth on Grandma Weasley's face, the way she smiled at MC. Whatever she had seen had pleased her.

Grandma Weasley was never wrong, and she had seen enough to put her blessing on MC.

When MC had made her excuses and left the kitchen, Oscar’s feet were moving before he could even begin to think of a reason not to follow. With Garreth distracted by Grandma Weasley, Oscar took the chance to have this moment alone with MC.

The night sky was littered with stars, his breath visible in the chilly air as he crossed the herb garden towards the stone arch that led further into the garden beyond. There, on a stone bench, sat MC with her arms wrapped around herself, her gaze lifted to the night sky.

“Are you alright?”

Her head whipped around towards him, and she tried to steady her breathing, shifting on the bench as he came to a stop beside it.

“I… I just needed some fresh air,” she said. “It was a bit warm in the kitchen.”

He nodded. “Grandma Weasley is something else, isn't she? I can imagine how overwhelming it might be to take on board what she says. We are all used to it.”

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “It felt a bit strange, I must admit.”

He gestured towards the empty spot on the bench beside her. “May I?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

Oscar took a seat, careful not to touch her as he did so. He looked up at the sky and rubbed his hands together against the chill.

“Would you like me to cast a warming charm? I'm rather handy with those, as I am sure you remember.”

She glanced at him, a slight smile on her lips as she nodded.

It reminded him of the night he took her out to the gardens above the Hufflepuff common room to look at the stars. It had been cold that night, too, but they had found warmth with each other. It had been their first kiss.

Slipping his wand out, he cast the charm and heard her little sigh. Twisting his wand in his fingers to keep his hands busy, he risked another look her way.

“You make him happy, you know,” he said. She lifted her gaze to meet his. “I should have let you two find each other sooner rather than trying to keep you for myself. For that, I am sorry.”

Her hand reached out to touch his forearm, and she shook her head. “Please, don't apologise. It took both of us to be together like we were, and don’t ever regret it, because I don't. I could never regret you, Oscar.”

He looked down at her hand, his chest squeezing at her words as his gaze returned to her face. He placed his hand over hers.

“I don't regret you either,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I wish things could have been different, I won't deny it, but I can see that you made the right choice. You are meant to be with Garreth, and I just want you both to be happy, because… because I love you both.”

As she stared at him, their hands touching, the stars silently watching on, he knew he would always love her in a way. She was the first girl who had made him pause and think about what he wanted. But, he had to let go now.

“Look after him, MC. He is my little brother, and he is one of a kind. You won't find anyone else that comes close.”

“You're more like him than you know,” she said, squeezing his arm before letting go. “There are not many who would be this generous. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me.”

“I could never hate you, MC.”

She nodded and stood, taking a deep breath as she smoothed her hands down the front of her blouse. “Thank you. I should really head back inside.”

Oscar stood with her, not ready to see her leave just yet. He caught her sleeve and held her there, looking down at her and savouring how she looked under the winter moonlight one more time. It occurred to him that one day, she would probably become his sister, a true part of this family, and it didn't hurt the way he thought it would.

It meant she would always be a part of his life, and maybe that was enough.

“You will meet someone one day, Oscar, and she will make you forget what it was ever like to breathe without her,” she said. “I want that for you.”

He smiled and pulled her closer, bending to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Her delicate scent pulled at memories, but she belonged to his brother now.

“Go on, Garreth is waiting for you,” he said softly. “Happy Christmas, MC.”

“Happy Christmas, Oscar.”

He stood and watched her go, slipping his hands into his pockets as the effects of the warming charm began to fade.

….*....

Garreth carefully poured the tea into one of his mother's finest tea cups. He placed the cup and saucer gently into his grandmother's hands, and she smiled up at him.

“You've always been a good boy, Garreth,” she said fondly. “I am happy that you have found someone who sees you for what you are. You deserve it.”

“Does that mean you like MC?”

Grandma Weasley chuckled, her tea cup rattling ominously in her saucer. “If you're seeking my blessing, my boy, then you have it. You just come and see me when the time is right, and the ring is yours to give.”

He felt his cheeks flame with heat, and he put his hands to his mouth, almost trembling at the idea of presenting a ring to MC.

“There is plenty of time for all that, Grandma,” he said shakily. “I think you're getting ahead of yourself there.”

“When you know, you know,” she winked. She lifted her cup to her lips and paused, her eyes full of Weasley mischief. “By all means, take some time to court her and have some fun, Garreth. But don't dilly dally. Once you've both finished your schooling, you come and see me. I'm far too long in the tooth already at 127, and I want to see that girl as a Weasley before I'm gone.”

He almost gulped as he watched her sip her tea, swallowing it down with a contented sigh.

“Lovely,” she said. “Now, off you go. Go enjoy the evening with the other young folks. I'm quite happy here in my chair with my tea.”

He pressed another kiss to her wizened cheek that had her grinning into her cup as he made his way out of the kitchen in search of MC.

He searched out the living room, but there didn't seem to be any sign of her, only Leander and Sebastian, who were in the middle of a competitive game of Wizard's Chess.

“Where's MC?” Sebastian asked, looking around for her.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he said, glancing around again.

Leander leant back in his chair with a smirk. “Maybe she's with Oscar. He hasn't been around for a while either.”

Sebastian's hands clenched into fists, and his eyes narrowed as he glared at Leander. Garreth immediately put a staying hand on his shoulder and shook his head at Leander.

“What?” Leander said, holding his hands out. “I was only joking.”

“It's not funny,” Garreth said.

“No, it's not,” Sebastian said quietly. “But if it's true, I'm not afraid to throw a few hexes his way if he has got his hands on her.”

“There will be no need for throwing hexes at anyone, mate,” Garreth said, patting Sebastian's shoulder. “Oscar is alright. We had a chat. It's all good.”

“If you say so,” Sebastian said, slowly unclenching his fists. “Still, go and find MC. You should be with her.”

“Why don't you take her out and show her your old treehouse?” Leander suggested with a wink. “We will cover for you, won't we Sallow?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes with a groan as Garreth’s mouth lifted into a mischievous smirk. Sebastian held his hand up before he could say anything.

“Don't! I don't need to hear it,” he said, shaking his head. “Just go and find her, and yes, we will cover for you.”

“Nice one, lads,” Garreth said, slapping them both on the shoulder. “Catch you later.”

….*....

With her back pressed against the old stone of the farmhouse wall, MC took a moment to catch her breath before returning to the kitchen. The nerves and uncertainty had almost engulfed her completely, and then Oscar had placed that tender kiss on her forehead, sending her back to Garreth with such warmth in his gaze that it had nearly brought forth the tears she had been withholding.

The emotional roller coaster this evening should have had her running, panic searing through her blood, but she wasn't. She was still here, and more than anything, she craved the comfort of twinkling green eyes and warm arms wrapped around her.

Grandma Weasley had held her hands for mere minutes and plucked the truth from her heart with a smile. MC loved Garreth. She loved him so much it filled her up, threatening to burst from her skin like a blaze of magic.

The sting of tears threatening now were happy ones, and she almost chuckled to herself as she rubbed at her cheeks and turned to open the door to the kitchen. It opened before she had the chance to touch the handle, and Garreth was there before her.

“There you are! What are you doing out here in the cold?” He said, reaching for her.

“I needed some fresh air and a moment to gather my thoughts,” she said quickly, throwing herself into his waiting arms and burying her face into the softness of his shirt.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, his hand cupping the back of her head.

She nodded, taking a deep breath and inhaling his familiar and comforting scent. “I am now.”

She felt his hands soothing her, soft kisses landing on her head, and she closed her eyes.

“Come with me, I want to show you something,” he said.

Taking his hand, she let him lead her back out into the garden, taking a turn that led them down a trail, away from where she had left Oscar through some bushes and trees. Twigs snapped beneath their feet and their breaths misted in the cold air, but she ignored the shivers and held on tight to the warmth of Garreth’s hand.

They came to a clearing in the trees, the sounds of the house far behind them here as Garreth paused under a huge oak that supported a rather impressive tree house. He turned to her, his face just visible in the darkness. He held up his wand and cast Lumos.

Blinking against the sudden light, MC followed the light as he aimed it towards the wooden structure, a ladder visible beneath it.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said proudly.

She smirked. “What a charming home you have, Mr Weasley. Do you bring all the girls here to impress them?”

He pulled her in close, his lips barely a whisper from hers. “Only the really pretty ones.”

Unable to resist what was put so temptingly before her, MC pressed her lips to his, savouring the softness with a lingering kiss that left them both breathless. Her heart thumped at the immediate flare of fire that flickered within her.

“Such a charmer,” she whispered. “Come on, then. Give me the grand tour.”

Still holding his wand, he assisted her up the ladder before following her up into the cosy little cabin. Garreth lit a lamp, filling the space with a warm glow that revealed a glimpse into a younger Garreth.

There were faded pictures tacked to the walls, Quidditch and posters of popular toys, paper filled with little drawings of animals and boats, magical items, and plants. Old toys were on shelves and in a box, along with some books and a tray filled with coloured pencils.

“Wow, this is all yours?” She asked, trailing her fingers over a little desktop, smiling at the tiny stool tucked underneath. There was even a potion kit and cauldron on the bench, stubs of burned down candles left in little metal holders, making the place look used and loved.

“My dad built this with Nigellus for me and Oscar, but it was me that spent the most time here,” Garreth said, moving towards a small chest and lifting the lid. “This was my little hideaway where I would come and play, daydream about all the fun things I wanted to do once my magic came in.”

MC turned to look at him, trying to imagine him as a small boy with wild curls and chubby cheeks. She realised it wasn't that hard to picture, and her heart was filled with a sudden aching longing. A need to be a part of something that created the warmth and love his memories inspired.

“That sounds like the perfect childhood,” she said softly, watching as he pulled blankets and cushions from the small chest. He held them up to her, his smile irresistible.

“Would you like to make a little nest with me? This is one of my favourite places, and I just want to share it with you for a bit.”

“I would love to.”

They arranged the cushions and blankets on the floor of the cabin, Garreth casting a warming charm that could rival Oscar’s, and soon they were cuddled up together. The outside world could have been a million miles away for all she cared. Laying there in his arms and staring into beautiful green eyes, this was all that mattered.

“I love you, Garreth Weasley,” she whispered.

He stared at her, sucking in a gasp of breath as he tried to process what she had said. His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes shone with gathering tears as his hands gripped her tighter.

“Really?”

She smiled, cupping his face with her hand and pressing her nose to his. “I really do. I love you. I've never felt like this before, but it can't be anything else. You mean so much to me, and when we are together, I feel more complete than I ever have in my whole life.”

The sound he made was half sob, half laughter, his mouth seeking hers in a firm kiss that pressed her back into the pillows.

“I love you more than anything,” he said earnestly, holding her close, his forehead resting against hers. “I could burst with it, and when we kissed for the first time, I thought I had to be dreaming because my dreams have always been about you, night and day.”

“You don't have to dream about it anymore, Garreth,” she said, her own eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I am yours to kiss whenever you want to, my heart is yours, and I have been assured that you will take good care of it for me.”

He huffed a laugh, his fingers caressing her cheek, his thumb achingly close to her mouth.

“Grandma Weasley, I'm guessing.”

She nodded, sliding her fingers into the softness of his hair, playing with the tumble of curls at the back of his neck.

“She is a little bit terrifying, your grandmother, but she knew I love you,” she said, letting her vulnerability show as she gazed into his eyes. She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, her heart in her mouth as it pounded with heightened anticipation, shifting her hips so that they pressed closer against his.

“Kiss me, Garreth, and this time, I don't want you to stop. Please tell me you have some potion I could take, and then you can make me yours.”

“Are you sure?” His words followed a soft intake of breath, his eyes questioning and his face serious. “I do have some potions. Are you sure you want to do this here? I want it to be perfect for the first time. It's what you deserve.”

She nodded, her chest blooming with warmth at how utterly adorable he could be.

“Didn't you say that this is one of your favourite places? What could be more perfect? I have nowhere like this to show you. My life has been a series of lonely rooms, and I want to do this with you in a place that means something. I feel close to you here. This is perfect.”

“Your life will never have lonely rooms ever again,” he said firmly. “Not if I have anything to do with it.”

Their kisses had always inspired the fire in her to bloom, her body responding to him with passion and desire, but there was an intensity to these kisses that just felt deeper. There was a hunger that clawed through her, urging her hands to pull his clothing free from his body, exposing warm, freckled skin that her hands craved to touch.

Her soft sighs were met with his groans of approval as he palmed her bare breasts, his lips tasting the skin of her neck. The tease of his kiss tortured a nipple, her back arching off the blanket as he tugged the last of her clothing free.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” He asked, his hand poised near the junction of her thigh. “Only on your word, MC.”

She nodded, swallowing nervously as she glanced down between their bodies, his arousal alluring and slightly intimidating as she imagined it pressing into her.

“I'm ready.”

She moaned, her teeth catching at her lower lip as he stroked his fingers against her core, sliding one inside with ease. His teasing brought more soft moans to her lips, the heat building as he added a second finger.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he said softly, his eyes conveying his own nerves.

“It's alright,” she said, stroking his face. “I know it might sting at first, but that's normal, don't worry.”

“We can stop any time, just tell me, and I will stop.”

“Garreth, look at me,” she said, holding his gaze. “I trust you. I want you to be the one to do this. This is what I want, but only if you want it too.”

His eyes darkened even more as he glanced down at where his hand was pleasuring her. His fingers began to move again with aching slowness. “Oh, I want this,” he said. “You have no idea how much…”

His words cut off with a moan as her hand slid over his arousal, stroking him. She licked her lips, anticipation tingling through her limbs and burning her tongue as words naughtier than she had ever said before left her mouth.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, breathless with the abandonment and piercing heat she felt at uttering such filthy words to him.

His cheeks flushed with colour, his stunned green eyes stared as his pupils flared, his arousal twitching under her grip as her name left his mouth in a shocked gasp.

He looked downwards, mouth parted as he shifted his hips closer, the tip of his cock brushing up against where his fingers were buried inside of her. She rolled her hips with a soft moan and he closed his eyes.

“Fuck, MC. You're a naughty girl.”

Her answering smile was everything naughty and playful, her entire body a blistering vessel of need and love, desperate to feel him as close as possible. It was powerful and all consuming and a little overwhelming, but in the best way.

She had read about the desire you could feel for another, the want and burn of letting another take your body in the most intimate way, but had thought herself possibly broken because she had shied away from it. But, with him, with Garreth, it was different.

She wanted to be a ‘naughty girl’ for him.

Sliding his fingers free, he lined himself up against her entrance, her thighs instinctively parting wider as she felt that first gentle nudge. Their eyes met, his final search for her consent that she gave with a simple nod of her head, and he pushed forward gently.

She panted softly, the head pressing inwards with a subtle stretch. As much as she wanted this, her body tensed at the intrusion, and Garreth paused, biting his lower lip.

“More,” she gasped, her hands coaxing him with soft touches. “It's alright.”

He pushed again, and they both felt the resistance, but she urged him on, gripping his hip and wincing slightly at the feeling of pressure. He was bigger than she thought, her breaths coming even faster as he pushed until she felt the giving way with a sharp sting.

A wince crossed her face as she gasped, Garreth immediately stilled and held her close, pressing kisses to her face as he stroked her hair. “I'm sorry,” he whispered.

“No, it's alright,” she soothed. “I'm okay. We did it!”

She smiled at him, kissing him back and staring into his eyes as she gave a gentle, testing roll of her hips. As she did so, he slid deeper, filling her even more, and the stretch made her breath catch. His fingers gripped, a soft groan sounding in his throat.

“MC, you are just… Gods that feels so good,” he moaned, moving his own hips just enough to make him withdraw slightly before he sank even deeper.

They moaned in unison, the utterly full feeling of him being buried within her was unlike anything else. Looking down at where their bodies were joined, MC blinked back a few tears and then kissed him, so filled by him in more ways than one.

The kiss deepened, any nerves completely melting away as she caressed his skin, fingers dragging down his back as he slowly began to move. With each careful thrust, the stretch lessened, and a delicious slow burn began to build. There was no rhythm to it, the pair of them just adjusting to this new, intense feeling that had her moaning into his mouth.

“Tell me this feels just as good for you,” he said, his gasping breaths hot against her throat.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands just needing to touch, gripping at him as she craved more. “Faster, Garreth.”

He obliged, adjusting his arms to brace each side of her as he snapped his hips against hers, seeking out a rhythm that had her back arching upwards. She could see the pleasure on his face, his soft groans filling her with as much fire as the feel of him as they moved together. He had found his stride and where, before it had been exploratory and gentle, now it was urgent and exquisite.

He turned his head, closing his eyes, and his movement became loose, his gasps more desperate. She had seen him reach release before, could tell he was close, and she took his face in her hands and turned him back towards her.

“I don’t want it to end…MC,” he panted. “I’m so close…”

“This is only the first time,” she said softly between kisses. “The first of many. It doesn’t end here.”

He buried his face into her neck with a soft whimper, his hips rolling and grinding against her, his breath hot and desperate as he clutched at her hip. Burying deeply, he groaned, and she gasped. She could feel it. Deep within her, he was throbbing, the hot pulse of his orgasm filling her with his seed.

Breathing hard, their bodies were crushed together in a tight embrace, her fingers toying with the curls at the back of his neck, now damp with sweat as they calmed from the heat of their intimacy.

“The first of many, hmm?” He asked, nuzzling her neck with little kisses as they curled up under a blanket. “When can we do this again?”

Chuckling, she traced a finger along his jaw, seeking out his mouth for more kisses. “I get the feeling you are going to be sneaking me into your dormitory more often, Weasley.”

“Oh, I’m going to go one better and convince my aunt to swap you into Gryffindor,” he grinned. “Then, you will always be close.”

Giggling, she linked her fingers with his, bringing his hand to her lips so she could kiss his fingertips, his beautiful hands that were capable of creating such beauty and mayhem.

“I don’t need to be in the same house for that,” she said, meeting his gaze. She placed his hand against her chest, right above where her heart fluttered for him. “It sounds so very sentimental and unbelievably soppy, but you are in here.”

“And, I love you.”

His smile was gorgeous, impossible not to return as he gently took hold of her jaw to kiss her. “I love you.”

To be continued...

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley #oscar weasley #blueraineshadows

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 27a

*Warning Adult Content*

Little Wolf - Part 1 - Koa

That night... I dream of Des.

How we'd sneak treats from the dining hall then go up to the roof at night to lay on our backs and watch the stars.

How I'd cried in his arms and he comforted me after I was kicked from my family home.

The world had seemed so small back then, it was me and him against our oppressive pack.

Our first kiss had been awkward but exciting, stolen behind the old shack in the woods where we often hid from the other kids.

He told me he loved me just a week after, promising that we'd mate when we were older, even if we weren't fated.

I'd thought it so romantic then, I believed whatever he told me.

Des was my everything and then he was gone.

I was left alone and vulnerable, giving Zacan the opportunity to impregnate me not long after Des's death.

It was the most painful time of my life.

When I wake up with tears streaming down my face, a deep pit in my stomach, I recognize that I'm not over that pain in the slightest.

But what if Cyrus expects me to behave like I'm not?

What if he thinks that now that we've kissed... I'm offering up my heart to him?

Because I can't do that, I can't give my all to someone when the future isn't guaranteed.

Cyrus could die.... he could leave me... he could find out the truth of my past and be disgusted that he was ever attracted to impure omega like me.

He could decide that he doesn't want all my baggage, much less having to care for another Alpha's child.

There is so much that could go wrong and I have to my protect my heart.

Because the loss of Des broke me and if I let Cyrus any farther in and the same thing happens, it won't only break me... it will destroy me.

I know it will and Oliver doesn't deserve a mother like that.

I have to be strong for him, like I always have been.

I cannot let my defenses fall now because of my silly feelings.

So after a full weekend of avoiding Cyrus, Monday rolls around and I have no way to get out of training.

Cyrus would come find me, anyway.

I walk to the training field from the school, already dressed in my leathers to get this over with as quickly as I can.

Fuck, I feel so nervous... one look at him and I know I'll be tempted to kiss him again.

The heat of our moment the other night has not left my mind, much less my body, where it teases my stomach with butterflies at the prospect of seeing my mate.

My wolf is practically salivating, wagging his tail like the lust-starved mutt he is.

I try to calm him down but it's no use.

So when I approach Cyrus who's leaning against the weapons shed, I keep my eyes downcast.

My palms are sweaty as hell and I wring them together, an anxious breath escaping my chest.

How am I going to ignore the elephant in the room?

Which is the fact that I threw myself at him a couple nights ago and we made out not once but twice.

I can't say I regret it but what I do regret is not thinking of the consequences.

Like how I'm going to face him today, acting like nothing happened.

"We're going to be working with weapons today. It's your first time, so please take caution. The daggers are sharpened daily," he starts as soon as I'm near and I look up in confusion.

He's just gonna act like nothing happened?

A part of me I'm reluctant to acknowledge wilts in disappointment but then I remind myself that this is exactly what I want.

I want to go on as usual and to NOT be tempted to kiss those soft, full lips of his again or feel his huge hands grip at my waist, lifting me effortlessly and taking control...

'Koa. Stop. It. Now.'

It's fucking awkward. I mean, I don't know why I didn't foresee this, seeing as he had his tongue down my throat a few days ago, that being the last time we saw each other.

Nothing's been addressed.

Cyrus has tripped over his words and his own two feet more times than I can count, sneaking glances at me when he thinks I'm not looking.

Moon Goddess, he's acting like a sulky pup and I hate that I find it so adorable.

When we get about halfway through training, Cyrus stops in the middle of instructing me, sighing.

"Koa, can we talk about..."

"Talk about what?" I cut him off.

"Oh, talk about how nice the weather is? Yes, it is soo nice. I love when weather is just so nice, you know? Anyway, can you show me how to use this one again? I haven't gotten the hang of it?"

The abrupt change of subject and detraction from his attempt at a conversation does not go unnoticed but Cyrus doesn't push.

I feel stupid, having an outburst like that but I couldn't think of anything else in the moment.

My wolf whines in embarrassment, hiding his face under his paws.

At least he can hide... I can't.

I make it to the end of our session successfully avoiding any conversation that could lead back to our kiss, filling the intermittent silences with nonsensical blabber about Pack gossip Morgan's relayed to me or what new things Oliver's learning at school.

But I can't shake the heat of his gaze off of me.

'How long am I going to be able to avoid this?'

I get my answer when I'm closing up the weapons shed after having put the daggers back in their rightful places.

I'm thinking about how I probably didn't absorb a majority of the strategy he taught me when I feel a towering, warm presence at my back.

"Why did you kiss me?" his voice is low and husky, sending a pleasant shiver up my spine and I suck in a breath before I respond.

"I... I don't... it didn't mean anything, okay?"

No sooner have the words left my mouth is Cyrus flipping me around to face him, hands on my shoulders as he stares icily into my eyes.

"You are lying."

"No, I'm not. Kisses just happen, sometimes. You... you don't have to read so much into it," I insist.

His expression darkens.

"Do you passionately kiss just anyone, then?"

My cheeks burn at the utter obvious nature of my lie and I shake off his grasp, stalking away to the hand-washing basins on the other side of the shed.

When I get there, though, his shadow soon overcomes my own and his arms are wrapping around me, caging me in as he sets both hands on the basins so I can't evade him again without making a fool of myself by ducking beneath his huge, long arms.

"Are we not remembering the same kiss?" his breath tickles my hear.

"Because the way you pressed those pretty lips of yours to mine... the way you moaned into it and pushed up against me... that, I'm afraid, was the definition of passion."

I don't think I can take any more of his sexy voice saying these kinds of things without turning into a pile of mush.

My face is probably so red I'd get a misdiagnosis of heatstroke from Juliet.

He's so close... close enough that I could let it happen again, let him kiss me and have the world around us disappear.

I'm this close to giving him everything... and I just can't.

"Y-You're wrong," I blurt out in one final attempt to deny him, my voice coming out in some kind of squeak and I'm absolutely mortified.

Alright... making a fool out of myself it is.

I duck under his arm and nearly fall flat on my face trying to get away.

'Oh, for fuck's sake.'

I do the only thing I can think of to get out of this now.

I channel my shift, letting my wolf break free with the cracking of bones and growth of fiery fur.

My paws hit the ground with an impactful thump and I wince, halting my fleeing.

I take a chance to check behind me, my heart beat rising when I see that he's shifted as well.

A huge, magnificent black wolf with blazing blue eyes stands only a few meters away, a predatory haunch in his shoulders as he surveys me.

If I feel small to Cyrus in our human forms, I feel miniature in our wolves.

He flexes his back legs and I realize what he's preparing for.

A chase and I've just become his prey.

My stomach tingles in excitement, apprehensive.

My wolf takes the lead, desiring to be chased, caught by our Alpha.

I take off with a run into the woods... it's exhilarating, galloping through the trees, knowing he's not far behind.

Knowing that I can't outrun him and if I'm ahead now, it's only because I got a head start.

I jump over a tall thicket with a small howl, to which my fast approaching mate responds with a deep growl.

It rattles my bones in the most pleasurable way possible and I lose my footing, the momentum of the jump sending me sprawling in the soft patch of grass behind the thicket.

I have no time to register anything before Cyrus's huge wolf is pouncing at me, a dark blur blocking out the sun before he's on me.

I yelp in surprise as we roll playfully on the grass... he lets me resist... allowing me the higher ground as we wrestle.

We're a tangle of limbs, pawing at each other and panting until eventually I'm under him again.

I note that he does not put his full weight on me, probably for fear of crushing me.

He's always so considerate, even when we're rough-housing like this.

Exhausted and panting, I can't help but shift back, my fur too warm for the exhilarated state I'm in right now.

He does the same and I watch as the dark wolf morphs into the man I'm helplessly attracted to in every way.

When his pale face, chiseled jaw and beautiful eyes emerge again, I can't help but swoon.

He's so God-damn handsome... and thoughtful... and sweet... and sexy as hell.

He's breathing hard, staring at me with an intensity that sets my whole body on fire in the best way.

We're both naked now and I don't dare to bring my eyes any lower than his neck.

He keeps his eyes on my face, ever the gentlemen.

"Do not run from me, little wolf," he says in a rasp.

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fxshigurosbae · 2 years ago

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Can you please do relationship headcanons of the jjk boys and how it’d be like to have them as boyfriends? Thank you!

THEM AS BOYFRIENDS . . .

⋆.ೃ࿔*gojo, toji, nanami, getou, megumi [19] , yuuji [19]

✶ mature content (minors do not interact)

NOTE. thank you so much for the request! i’d like to apologize for taking so long!

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gojo

the type of boyfriend who gets sulky like a child if you don’t call him by a petname, those being preferably baby, honey or darling, because he does the same to you! — but he won’t lie, he loves hearing you call him satoru when you’re angry at him. he’s the type to tease you for being shorter than him, he’ll swing something over your head and chuckle deviously since you can’t get it, he makes you irritated whenever he gets something for you from the higher shelf, with a previous peek under your shorts or skirt — he gets a slap back — and gojo definitely leans down to hear you better and it turns you on pisses you off. satoru death glares any guy that looks at you, even if it’s a seventy year old man or a little boy passing by, and of course, he tries to make it explicit that you are his girlfriend. it is noticeable and obvious that he is the biggest tease in the world, and of course, gojo has to come so close to your face, breath against your lips and not do anything, just to lead you into thinking he was going for a kiss, he does it all the time but never forgets to peck your lips before going out, because if you don’t, he either won’t leave, or won’t let you leave. he is the type to show up with the hugest bouquet of flowers you could have possibly ever seen, they’re always different types and very expensive, he even draws silly little things to you as letters. when it comes to his phone, the home and lock screens both have pictures of you, and he constantly changes them, since gojo’s always taking candids of you from all angles. messaging you before bed is a must! gojo will keep calling, spamming texts, sending audios, facetiming and even emailing, if needed, just so that you send him a goodnight text back. satoru is also the type of boyfriend to play with your hair, grabbing strands and intervening with his long fingers, he likes to admire the shine when the wind is blowing, or just when you’re focused on something else — he will stare at you, at your eyes while doing so too. is it even necessary to add that he is you sugar daddy? it’s already a very well known fact, he will spend th***nds with you, we are talking about luxury brands, clothes, makeup, shoes, whatever you desire baby! — lingerie selectively chosen by himself included. on the other hand, the man is a complete menace, he is horny 25/8, he always sends you dick pics, no matter where you both are. gojo calls you late at night with a trembling raspy voice as he jerks himself off, even sexting too. satoru has developed a liking to taking pics of you when he’s fucking you from behind, also he’s got a collection of pictures of your pussy spilling with his cum. the man is too a storyteller, he only says good things about you to get getou jealous, you don’t even want to hear what he’s got to say, he’ll show off exaggeratedly. you’ll often find yourself all messed up, with a ruined brand new dress, after he’s fucked you repeatedly, just to have him buy you another one even more beautiful later. can’t forget to mention, satoru gropes your titties when you don’t pay him some attention, he’s so selfish, he wants you all to himself, he’s just a big baby after all.

toji

is one to usually fall asleep between your thighs, holding onto your sides, feeling the warmth and comfort it gives him while you interlace your fingers on his soft black hair. he always walks with his huge hand behind your neck, on the nape, almost as if guiding you, or on your waist too, feeling the shape. he’s the type to check under your skirt, and hypocritically cover your ass when in public. he’s got a messed up sleeping schedule, so he got used to sending you texts late at night, at like 3 or 4 am! — you probably know what he’s going on all about. plus, you learned to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes, you love it, and it doesn’t matter if you’re in the couch or in bed. on the other side of the coin, he’s already a very daring man, so daring, he has the audacity to steal your panties, toji gets them when you’re done with the laundry or the ones from the drawers, even your favorite pairs! one thing toji hates is when you’re acting like a brat, and as punishment, you get your hair pulled, and your cheek slapped when you ignore him — that happens only when he knows you’re not that really pissed off, seems toxic but it’s not, not that much. be ready to get your ass slapped all the time too, he’ll really feel the flesh, might as well bite your neck while he’s at it. one thing he loves are fingers, well, he loves having his fingers inside your pussy when you’re both supposed to be watching a movie, that happens with every movie — mostly when it’s just both of you, but that doesn’t mean other people can’t be close by — and in the end, he’ll make you suck on them, even if out of the blue, you’ll see his eyes sparkle when your saliva coats his digits, well, not only your saliva…

nanami

is a lot more normal, compared to the previous two. he adores hugging you from behind, if it’s when you’re cooking, doing the dishes, the laundry, doing your makeup, it doesn’t matter. he’s a gentleman, always making sure you’re not on the side of the street, changing places with you worriedly. learning how to cook and bake your favorite dishes, he searches recipes on books because he doesn’t like to use the internet — he’s just not familiar with technology. if it’s cold or not, especially if there’s men lurking at you, he’ll cover you with his blazer, constantly making sure you’re doing fine, with a hand on your lower back, to remind you of his presence, and to discreetly keep close to you at all times. sleeping on your belly! he loves it so much, he just feels so safe, wrapping his big manly arms around your hips and waist, caressing his thumbs on your skin, he even undoes the bed before you go to sleep, he knows you’re tired. after a long day at work, he gets home exhausted and looking dead, so your cuddles work like battery for him, he gets instantly better as soon as he feels your skin against his, of course he’ll wash up first, he doesn’t want you to get dirty — only with other things. nanami goes down on you every time, he says you’re the main meal, so why should he skip it, right? he lets you sit on his lap when he’s working — who says you won’t grind his thigh too? remember those hugs from behind? he also fucks you while he’s at it, especially when you’re in the kitchen or in the bathroom. he’s the type to take showers after you have sex, washing your hair and doing your skincare for you, some massages, even cooks you something afterwards, he’s just the sweetest!

getou

is so possessive, it totally pisses him off when guys hit on you, he’ll rudely scoff them away or contrarily, send them off with a contemptuous smile on his face. when he smokes, getou makes sure you’re not on the way of the smoke, he doesn’t want you choking or having the smell on your beautiful hair or clothes. you both match yukatas and kimonos, he’ll always buy the most expensive ones, with fabrics that suit your skin color. kisses on the forehead are routine, he’s taller than you, so he’ll bend down to leave a long kiss, and he’ll watch you get on your toes to return the favor. getou’s the type of boyfriend to let you make all sorts of braids on his silky hair before going to bed, you practiced so much you’re an expert, and he absolutely loves it! well, not so innocently, suguru has the habit to record you sucking him off, just to send to gojo — of course, he wants to show off — he’ll even beg you to give him a bj, he mastered the arts of acting, in the end, getou will also smoke while you’re at it. quickies in the car can be added to the list of weekly things to do, he is just absolutely obsessed with seeing the windows of the car fogged, your scent all around, and being alone with you in a small, dark and comfy place, because getou, contradictorily, just wants to worship you.

megumi

is just so cute, he’s the type to cuddle and hold your hand when you watch a horror movie together, because he knows you won’t be able to sleep after it. the dark-haired loves to fall asleep on your legs or lap, it feels just so cozy and he likes something to squish, plus your fingers massaging his head, playing with his spiky hair, it’s heaven on earth! whenever you’re bored, you sit on him in bed, so you can do his makeup, megumi simply lays there with his eyes closed, or he takes a peek and keeps staring at you all focused. one thing you absolutely die for is when the guy pats your head in a way to praise you, to even make you feel better, it’s just the absolute cutest, he’s got those puppy eyes too. you’re also used to having him wait for you, megumi will stand there until you’re done with whatever it is, such a gentleman — and the sidewalk rule! can’t forget about that, he’s so smooth with it, you don’t even notice sometimes, but he never forgets. his love language is quality time and acts of service, so the young fushiguro will hold your hand under the desk when you’re out with your friends — because he is shy, of course, and doesn’t want to keep distance, so he finds a way to show his love to you — everytime, he will tie your shoes if needed, and so much more. but there’s always two sides to things, behind the scenes, megumi lets you suck him off under his desk — on online meetings, studying, playing videogames, on calls with yuuji or gojo. one thing you got him to do is to send you unmuted videos — yup, those type of videos, and boy, they’re good — whining lowly because he doesn’t want to let others know what’s going on there, still, that makes it even better, he even complains you got him addicted. whenever you cuddle, be prepared to have your neck and collarbones showered in kisses, long and soft ones, you swear his lips are going to crack or bleed from how much he kisses those places. megumi, like said, likes to sleep on your thighs, but there’s just the need to mention again just how much he is obsessed with them, he will literally have hearts on his eyes, squish them, kiss them, leave small hickeys on the inner skin — it’s just irresistible for him, and he’s got a lot of self-control!

yuuji

is also like a child, he’s constantly matching outfits with you, matching pjs so he can say you look better than him, cuter than him, he’ll compliment you entirely. yuuji does some things that would be seen as embarrassing for others, but it’s fine if it’s just the both of you, right? so he’ll be trying to feed you by saying here comes the airplane, in the end, you’re the one feeding him. he’s the type to dance whenever he notices you’re sad, he’s not very aware but still, when it comes to you, he’s got a very keen eye, playing k and j pop songs you like the most, only in order to see a bright smile on your pretty face — he’ll most likely embarrass you on the streets too, that includes dancing, singing, running around. itadori will most definitely kiss you all of the time! he’ll kiss your cheeks, squeeze them, kiss your shoulders, lots of kisses and hugs. he is just so dramatic, he’ll act hurt and play-pretend just so you pay attention to him — gojo’s influence maybe. one thing he adores is giving you massages, on the legs, on the arms, on your back, he gets worried he’s using too much strength. be prepared to have him falling asleep on your chest, he is just crazily, madly, insanely addicted to your boobies, it feels warm! talking about that, he is not that innocent, he’s a horny one, yuuji is not one to be too hardcore but still, he likes sucking on your nipples, he’ll play with them all night long if you let him. and, oh, how he loves calling you mommy, he begs, he waits for permission, he just obeys every command, he does everything and more for you, just got to ask!

🔖: @reiners-milkbiddies @yourfavouritepineapple @angiefucks @lilithlunas @nchuuyahq @poesexual @sacvh @kitabestboy

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fific7 · 2 years ago

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White Wedding Pt 2

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Hey little sister, who is it you're with

Hey little sister, what's your vice and wish

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Logan lifted his head, a huge smile on his face, and looked along the length of his … willing?… bed partner’s body. He was having the time of his damn life.

She seemed compliant, so she must be willing… right? Apart from when her hips jerked up when he first licked her, she’d lain there without struggling and the only thing he’d heard were some very soft, low moans as he slowly got his mojo back, enthusiastically licking her then sucking at her clit.

He vaguely heard the footsteps behind him, and groaned. That fucking Beta. “Mr Delos,” he heard. He steadfastly ignored her and continued thrusting his tongue into the honeypot his lips were currently sucking on.

The honeypot which had grown steadily wetter since the second his tongue was inside it. And he was very much her willing honeybee.

“Mr Delos!” Now she was almost shouting.

He momentarily paused, growling at her without looking up that no way had 15 minutes already gone past, before resuming his enthusiastic efforts.

“Mr Delos… twenty minutes have now gone past. Please stop!... now.”

He planted his hands even more firmly into the soft flesh he was currently holding onto and with a dissatisfied groan, stood up.

“Okay, okay… not touching, see?” and waggled his hands at her, jazz-style. He stepped closer to the Beta and she hastily backed off.

He continued in a determined tone, “I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

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As if you were deep in some kind of trippy-like dream, you heard these words of his, sounding like they were coming from far, far away.

“I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

What?! your brain screamed, continuing immediately with ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod… you had been trafficked, you must’ve been!! What other explanation could there be for the strange, awful situation you found yourself in?

Which also very annoyingly included you lying there feeling like a deep pool of over-stimulated nerve endings. Needy for more… and wet as the ocean itself. You vowed to take a whole handful of those damn inhibitors when you got back to your apartment.

“Please follow me to our CEO’s office,” the Beta had replied to him, “…and all the arrangements will be finalised. You will be able to take her with you today.”

“Excellent,” you heard his deep voice reply, and it now sounded like he was almost purring, “lead the way.” Now he didn’t sound sulky at all, in fact there was an edge of excitement in his tone.

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod……. NO! this can’t be happening. It can’t be. Your doped up brain struggled to comprehend what was going on.

You heard the Suite door open and close, and then there were two pairs of hands on you… unclamping the wrist and ankle restraints, pulling the sheets off you. Your eyes screwed up involuntarily… the light in the room, while muted, was still too bright for your suddenly sensitive eyes. Your yoga pants were put back on you and you were encouraged to stand up, before being led into a large shower room at the back of the Scenting Suite.

You were handed some shampoo and shower gel, told to undress and shower. This you did, hoping that it would help clear your head somewhat. Your mind began racing as you stood naked below the warm rainfall shower.

Trying to figure out just what these psycho LPV people were up to.

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Logan shook the Alpha female CEO’s hand, noting how her eyes roamed over his tall figure, and gave an involuntary small shudder. He’d made sure never to hook up with one of these crazy women again after an early and pretty disturbing experience with one of them.

She indicated two chairs over by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he settled into one of them. Once she’d seated herself, she sent a predatory smile his way, “So.. Mr Delos. You’ve chosen our Platinum Omega, I hear?”

He nodded, “Yes. I need a wife and damn quick. She seems to be the perfect solution to my little… problem.”

“Well, it’s an excellent choice if I do say so myself. She’s never been claimed, never been scented or sampled before you did today…. all virgin territory for you.” He knew she’d noticed the way his lips parted and his tongue ran over his bottom lip when he’d heard those words. He could still taste her. Goddamn. He needed a moment, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, subtly adjusting his trousers.

She side-eyed him, “What do you know about Platinum Omegas?” He shrugged, “Almost nothing. Just that they are - to quote your employee - the elite of the elite?” She smiled, “Exactly that, Mr Delos. And super rare. She’s the only one we’ve had in here for about a decade. Platinums are exactly the same as other Omegas… but… just extra in every sense. They are more beautiful, more fertile, more intelligent, more highly sexed…” Logan raised an eyebrow. “You will find this out,” she smirked, “she will not be… umm… unavailable to you outside of her heat.” She smirked again, “They are also not particularly submissive like some Omegas, so I hope you are prepared for that?”

Logan smirked right back, “I’m getting more intrigued by the moment. And more than looking forward to getting to know my Platinum. What is her name?” She told him. And he pondered for a second, before commenting, “A beautiful name… for a beautiful? .. lady.” “You will find out very shortly, Mr Delos.”

The CEO then clapped her hands lightly, startling him out of his daydream. “Let’s get down to business.” She lifted a sleek tablet from the coffee table which sat between them. “Could you just…. right index finger and then your left ring finger, please.”

Logan applied the two fingers she mentioned, one after the other, to the scanning boxes on the screen. He heard two small bleeps, she smiled and closed down the tablet, placing it back on the coffee table.

“Okay… it was as easy as that, Mr Delos. Pleasure doing business…” she stood and held out her hand for him to shake.

A Beta appeared as if from nowhere and the CEO gave him one last smile as he was led to an adjoining room. There was a large two-way mirror with a large plush armchair in front of it. “Please make yourself comfortable, Mr Delos. Everything will be finalised very shortly.”

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When you stepped out of the shower, hanging next to it was a long flowing white linen dress, with some lacy lingerie looped over the hanger and a pair of sleek white high-heeled shoes below it. Your own clothes had vanished. Sighing heavily, your still sluggish brain supposed that you were to put these on. Would they even fit?

The bra was a balcony style contraption, pushing your breasts together and up. You eye-rolled, thinking that it must be guys who designed these things because anyone with actual breasts would know that they were in fact instruments of torture. The underwear was a thong. Great, just great, now you’d also be walking around with that uncomfortably crammed up your ass-crack. Once you’d levered yourself into the lingerie, you pulled on the linen maxi, liking the way the thin straps lay on your shoulders and the loose but still clinging fabric draped your figure. It was fairly low cut but not overly so, showing just a hint of the swell of your breasts below.

Slipping on the heels, you took a look in the full-length mirror which was fixed to the shower room door, and laughed. You looked like you were going to a music festival. All you needed was a headband and a stack of bangles. And no doubt exactly how your mother may have dressed at some point.

A pang of sadness floated to the surface of your consciousness about your parents, dead too soon in a car crash. You’d have been with them if you hadn’t been left with your aunt while your parents went on one of their ‘little adventures’. Which could last weeks if not months before they rolled back up to reclaim you. But that time, they hadn’t ever come back. Your aunt - who had willingly more or less singlehandedly brought you up at that stage - just lovingly made it 100% of the time without turning a hair, and you’d been so, so grateful to her.

You heard one of the Betas behind you, looking round the shower room door at you. “Please follow me to the CEO’s office.”

As you stood outside the imposing double doors of the office, you thought you felt another little sharp scratch at your neck but as your hand flew up behind your hair and you quickly looked round, there was nothing there and the Beta had disappeared.

The doors opened, and the CEO Alpha female you’d met only once when you’d first arrived at LPV smiled widely at you. “Come in, come in…” she welcomed you, and guided you toward two chairs by the windows. Before you got there, she stayed you with a hand on your arm, turning you towards a large fireplace behind you, “Do you like my new antique mirror?” You looked at her like she was a fruit loop, but obediently looked at the huge mirror placed above the mantelpiece of the fireplace. It was very baroque, all golden bronze swirls and whatnot. Not your kinda thing, but you politely replied, “Oh yes, it’s … uhh.. stunning.”

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Logan gaped at the vision in front of him in the two-way mirror.

That was exactly what he’d been thinking.

His sense of excitement heightened even more.

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Once you’d finally been able to sit in one of the chairs by the window, the CEO picked up a tablet from the coffee table and said, “You won’t mind just quickly checking in for me, would you?”

This was standard practice when you were moving around the compound. No doubt some kind of Big Brother tracking system, you thought, cynicism rife. Keep an eye on the little girlies, let’s make sure we’ve always got them locked down. And while you appreciated the safety, security and peace of LPV, sometimes its procedures were just freaking annoying and frankly intrusive too. Like.. who has to scan their fingerprint when they use their own damn bathroom?!

Mentally eye-rolling, you nevertheless held up your right index finger and placed it against the box on the screen, however as you leant back in your chair the CEO said, “Oh… sorry! As you’re in my private office, there’s a second element of security. Another random finger swipe.” She reached over and made a show of deciding which finger, before grabbing your left ring finger and pressing it without delay onto a second box.

She released your finger and tapped something on the screen, the tablet gave out a few confirmatory bleeps and she closed it down, turning to you with a beaming smile.

“Well!” she lightly clapped her hands and you jumped, vaguely remembering she’d done that when you’d met her the first time too. She said your name, reaching across the coffee table and taking your hand, “It’s been a pleasure having you here the past couple of years, you know. Platinums like you are so rare nowadays and we’ve been so happy to keep you safe and away from the mainstream for that short amount of time.”

A cold finger of fear ran right down your spine. You knew what a “Goodbye and good luck” speech sounded like.

Your eyes widened, and you heard yourself stutter, “B-but I’ve paid for 10 years… you… I can’t..” before your mouth gave up working,

She patted your hand. “It’s your time, you know. Time to procreate and keep that line of Platinums in existence. And time for me to congratulate you… because you just got married. Congratulations and all the very best to you in your future life!”

You leapt out of your seat, ripping your hand away from hers. “What… did you say?” Surprisingly you heard your voice and it wasn’t a frightened squeak… which is absolutely what you were vibing… but a low, menacing hiss.

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Logan watched his new wife’s hot-as-hell reaction to the news of their wedding, and his head involuntarily fell back against the chair back.

He couldn’t believe how hard he was. After months… months… of no action down below, none at all… his spirits now soared.

Truth be told, that had been the main - and highly secret - reason that he’d been so opposed to the instant wedding thing when his dad had sprung it on him.

Old Logan would’ve nodded “yeah whatever”, flipped his dad off, married some stupid rich bitch then left her alone in their big mansion while he went out on the town with numerous side pieces of whatever flavour.

New Logan… ahhh, different matter. After all the substance abuse, and the long stint in rehab while he dried out, got weaned off the powders and pills, and navel-gazed for weeks on end, he’d begun to think his dick was broken. Like, permanently broken. It just didn’t work any more. He’d tried masturbating, had watched so much porn and looked at so many sex sites online that he’d actually got bored with them, sat watching the real-life California girls in their micro-bikinis on the beach at Malibu. He’d taken STD tests in case he’d somehow picked up any nasties along the way, although he always used a condom. Clean as a whistle.

No. Nope. Nada. Not even a twitch. Not a flicker of interest.

And that was a big problem for a man like Logan Delos, Playboy Supreme and known for sticking his dick into any available and willing orifices he could find, on a regular basis. He knew he had a manwhore rep… and he kinda liked it.

But now… imagine he hooked up with someone and they started spreading the word around that Logan Delos couldn’t get it up? He felt his face heat up even as the thought raced through his mind.

So he’d stayed away from everyone. Went out for meals and drinks, sure, but at the end of the night?… the date was put in a cab and sent home, sight unseen. Or sight unfucked, he should say.

Logan Delos had been an actual freaking monk for the last however many months.

Now though… fondly he looked down at the tent in his trousers.

Logan Jr was back in town! And ready to rock n’ roll.

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She looked up at you calmly as you stood there, quivering with fear and anger pulsing through your veins. Shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis! Can she? a little voice at the back of your mind questioned.

“You signed up for this in your contract, my dear,” she explained, as if speaking to a recalcitrant child. “I never.. no I didn’t!” you yelled, and her mouth formed a little moue of disapproval. She sighed, picking up the tablet once more and tapping some words into a search field. She scrolled through a document which had loaded onto the screen before handing it over to you to read.

There was that clause you hadn’t ever liked right from the word go, about the scenting and sampling. But now it was longer, a few lines longer.

“If you are chosen by an Alpha after a scenting/sampling session, you hereby agree to live with or be married to your Alpha in perpetuity. You hereby agree to have sex with him in any way he wishes and whenever he wishes, and you hereby agree to procreate with him, as often as he requires. You hereby agree to obey your Alpha in all things.”

And there was your signature, right on the line underneath it. They’d wanted you to sign this particular paragraph on its own in addition to the overall contract, which you’d also signed.

You looked up at her, horrified. “You… you complete bitch! You hid those lines from me on the original contract! I would never have agreed to this if I’d known! Never!”

She smirked at you, “You’re mistaken, dear. The whole paragraph was visible throughout the signing session. You must’ve been so flustered by the scenting/sampling issue that you omitted to read the full thing.” She whipped the tablet back from you, searching for another document before showing you that too. It was a marriage certificate, stating that you and a Logan … Delos?… were legally married in the state of California today. 10 minutes ago.

You could feel your shoulders droop in defeat. “I can’t believe you’ve done this to me. I want to go back to my apartment and think about this.” She shook her head, “Not possible, I’m afraid. You will go to your new husband’s house today, in fact…” she looked at her Patek Phillippe wristwatch, “…you’ll be leaving in 15 minutes. Your clothes and possessions are already packed and in his SUV.”

You tilted up your chin aggressively, “And what about the balance of the money I paid to stay here? I want it back!” She shook her head. “No, dear. That.. and a very generous donation from Mr Delos… will go towards us carrying on with our worthy and philanthropic cause at LPV. To shield and preserve Omegas so they can procreate and continue the genes. If we hadn’t kept you safe here, you… a Platinum Omega.. would’ve been scooped up by some low-life, put in a baby farm and your genes would’ve been so diluted, they’d never have carried forward. Now, you have a handsome, rich husband - a Dark Alpha - who has a very high sex drive ..so he should be able to handle you, dear. Don’t think we haven’t noticed just how many inhibitors you take, even when you don’t have to. You will have gorgeous children, one or more of whom may be pure Platinum, pure Dark or an exciting mix of Dark and Platinum. Such a child could eventually rule the world. We have done you such a big favour, my dear… and one day you will realise that.”

Her talk of genes and suchlike made you distinctly uneasy, and wondered if in a previous life she’d happened to be a supporter of a horrible little guy who’d sported an equally horrible little toothbrush moustache.

You wanted to reply and tell her exactly where to stick her ‘big favour’ but your eyelids began to droop. Your last conscious thought was that they really knew how to get their dope doses right on the money… enough time for you to digitally sign the marriage certificate then BOOM… out like a light.

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Logan drove a lot more carefully than usual up the PCH, his precious cargo asleep in the back seat. He’d been more than a little perturbed when they’d carried her out, already unconscious and placed her in his SUV.

He’d looked at the Beta who seemed to have been designated as his minder until he was off the premises. “Uhhh.. mind telling me exactly what I’m to tell the cops when they pull me over for speeding on the way home and find out I’ve got an unconscious female in my back seat?”

The Beta stared straight ahead, “You tell them the truth, Mr Delos, and show them your marriage certificate. Law enforcement in this state are all aware of the services LPV provides and you will have no issues. Oh…” now she did look at him, “…and don’t speed.”

He grunted, irritated, thinking “nobody likes a smartass”…totally ignoring the fact… of course… that he was the biggest of big smartasses himself.

He felt like a kid again with a shiny new toy, a toy he didn’t know how to work yet. What did he do when he got her home? Move her right into his bedroom and his bed? She was his wife after all. Legally and all that shit. He could stop the car and take her right now if he wanted to and she couldn’t object. Or could she?

Uneasily, his mind went back to her protestations in the CEO’s office. They hadn’t pulled the wool over her eyes, had they? She said she didn’t know anything about the marriage section on that paragraph, and the CEO said she did. Who was gaslighting who? He really didn’t know, and to be honest it wasn’t really his problem. They were legally married - she’d signed off on that clause on the original contract and her fingerprints were scanned onto the marriage certificate so hey, no problem, right?

He hadn’t been able to hear what the CEO had said to her right before her fingers were scanned, however he’d seen both fingers being scanned… willingly… onto that document. So, hey MS Platinum.. deal with it.

And give it up for your new husband.

Logan’s dark eyes closed for a second before reopening, a glint of excitement in them.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐴 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑛 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑇𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content/Older Ateez but age differences is written withing legal boundaries.

Continuation to this reaction.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Peeking his eyes up from the test papers he was currently grading, Hongjoong glared as he saw how the student that had recently transferred was eyeing you up. He tried to look away but it truly disgusted him to see him stare down at your legs. His hand then clenched into a tight fist as you crossed one leg over the other, exposing more of your skin which the student did not shy away from gawking at, even tilting his head to see if he could get a glimpse of something else.

As if on cue to keep him from slamming his hands on the desk, the bell rang for all the students to go back to their dorms or other living spaces.

"Miss Y/N, could you please stay a moment?"

You smirked to yourself as it seemed your plan had worked. Putting on the most innocent face you could muster, you leaned your hands on the desk in front of your teacher, purposefully bending over so your cleavage could be seen by him.

"Yes Mr. Kim? Do you require my.... assistance?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

Knowing what your little game was, Hongjoong slid off his chair and slowly walked to the other side of the desk. His hands went to your waist and moved you so you could face him. His bottom lip poked out while his hands went underneath your skirt to toy with the hem of your panties.

"Miss Y/N, I'm afraid these skirts of yours might prove to be too distracting for classes."

You nearly threw your head back and laughed loudly, but instead you opted for pulling your sexy teacher closer to you by his tie.

"For whom exactly? The other students.....or you?"

Hongjoong breathed in deeply when you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip.

"I would prefer it if they only distracted me." He admitted as he began sliding your panties down your legs.

You let out an amused hum as your hands began to rub across his chest, giving his nipples a little harsh tug through his button up shirt.

"Whatever happened to those words you said the other day? Remember? About not wanting to mess around anymore with the school's cum bucket?" You began prying his buttons open.

He swallowed hard as he began regretting calling you that, not knowing you didn't mind at all and instead used it to fuel your plan for revenge on him. Sighing softly, his hand cupped the back of your head.

"I don't want to hear anymore gossip or whisperings about anyone else fucking you ok? I don't even want to think about any other asshole getting their dick anywhere near here. Got it.?"

You giggled at his confession. Propping yourself up on the desk so he could fully tear your panties off you, you spread your legs out for him, letting him inhale your scent of arousal.

"Then why don't you claim it as your own? Right here, right now, on this desk?"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Having been under a lot more stress than usual, Seonghwa was extremely irritable and often walked around with a scowl. It was starting to bother you honestly.

"If you don't want to be here, you can just leave you know." You spat out one day while you two were in bed.

Turning his face to you, he looked at you with a warning glare.

"Don't you talk to me in that tone missy."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him.

"Last time I checked this was my house, meaning I can talk to you however I want to." You reminded him.

Grunting angrily, Seonghwa sat up and began dressing himself. It kinda had you worried that he was going to leave you for good.

"You're leaving me?" You hid away your disappointment.

"Obviously. Why would I wanna stay here any longer with a slut like you?" He didn't actually mean those words and he instantly regretted spewing them out, but he was stubborn and prideful so he simply left you without another word.

You were fuming, enraged that he'd dare just walk out on you like that. You weren't going to let him leave so easily though. And if you had to take drastic measures to ensure he'd be back in your arms, so be it.

"Slut you say? You don't even know honey." You mused to yourself.

For the next few days Seonghwa moped around his home, sighing to himself. He'd often look over the walls that separated the two of you, wondering what you were doing and if you were thinking of him. One day while his wife was out, he sat quietly on his bed, glasses on as he read one of the many books he owned. He was disrupted by a loud pounding against the wall. The obnoxiously pornographic moans gave a huge clue as to what was going on.

"Oh fuck! Your cock feels sooo good."

He gritted his teeth as he heard your voice being mixed with another male's which didn't belong to him. He slammed his book close, outraged that you'd be fucking someone else so soon.

"Oh yes! Cum inside me!"

Punching the wall, Seonghwa got off the bed and stormed out the room, not wanting to hear anymore and waited by the front door to catch a glimpse of your new lover. When he finally did see him, he scoffed at the young lad, shaking his head furiously. As soon as he left, he went straight over to your place, letting himself in as he pressed you up against the wall.

"If I remember correctly, only I was allowed to cum inside that hole of yours right?"

His snarling against your ear was making you get turned on once more, your legs parting when he drove his knee up your crotch.

"After all you did promise to give me a baby....."

He grinned evilly as he peppered kisses along your jaw.

"And I'm holding you to your word."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

He knew......he knew that sometime, sooner or later his relationship with you had to end. Only he hoped it would be much later...much later. Yunho always blamed himself. He tried to remind himself over and over again that there was absolutely deep between you two. It was strictly a no strings attached relationship.

So why was he getting bothered by someone else coming in your life hoping to steal you away? After all, if either of you wanted to see other people, you had every right to.

"What's on your mind little one?" He asked you out of nowhere earlier that day as you poked at your food, hardly taking a bite out of anything even though it included some of your favorite dishes.

You shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. Scooting his chair closer to you, he lifted your face up so he could look at your eyes.

"Tell me." He urged you.

You still kept quiet though, afraid that if you said anything he'd be mad, hurt or anything of the sort. But Yunho only chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Go see that boy."

You were startled by his words, wondering how on earth he knew about it.

"Go on your little date with him. Who knows? Maybe you two will hit it off or something. Have a little fun."

Although he encouraged you enthusiastically, now he was sitting on the couch watching the hours go by. It was late, well not too late, but still late. He started thinking if perhaps you would spend the night with this new guy, but his mind quickly shut away all those thoughts. He hated admitting it, but it pained him to picture you in someone else's arms. He started cursing himself for allowing his heart to develop feelings for you when you probably didn't even think of him in that way.

Little did he know you were sulky at having him encourage you to see someone else like nothing, like he did not care about you. And although you had a nice date, the guy wasn't who you wanted. The person you wanted was waiting back home no doubt, so you made it back home early, hoping he was still there, which thankfully he was.

"Hey, had fun on your-"

You didn't let Yunho finish his sentence when you suddenly straddled his lap and began kissing him fervently. He could only groan as he pulled you closer to him.

"You know I'll still take care of you? You don't have to do this if you don't want to." He pulled back to remind you that, bracing himself for your answer.

"I know.....but do you know that what I want is you?" You finally admitted, shocking Yunho to the core.

He let out an involuntary smile as he realized his feelings were indeed reciprocated on your part. Stroking your hair in an affectionate way, he pulled you into another kiss.

"You're either really young and naive, or really dumb my little one." He teased you, squishing your cheeks together.

You frowned at his teasing, hating how he constantly reminded you of your age difference and used it to baby you.

"Shut up and make love to me already old man, that is if you can even get it up."

Yunho giggled at your snarky remark, flipping positions so he could pin you on the couch.

"Trust me my little one, with you around it's impossible to keep it down."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was restless ever since you went on vacation. Since it was summer break and his daughter was spending time with her maternal grandmother, there was no need for you to stay with them for the time being and honestly, you deserved a nice break to enjoy yourself and go be the free, young spirit you were after spending months cooped up inside that mansion looking after an intelligent and adorably sardonic 8 year old.

His mind was no longer focused. He didn't have a lot of things to do and even the small tasks he had to do he found them too difficult. He couldn't stop thinking about you. His thoughts kept revolving back to you and the nights he spent by your side, either when he snuck inside your room or he brought you into his room while his wife was away. He was missing your body, missing you, missed talking to you as he caressed your body after a passionate night of love making.

He was in the middle of those thoughts when his trusted butler came in, the sly smile on his face signaling he had useful information.

"Well? How is she? Is she all right?" Yeosang asked, having had his butler go stalk you out and report back to him on how you were.

"Oh you'll find Miss Y/N is in good health and.... in very good hands." He let out a muffled chuckle as he placed a folder in front of his master, containing photos and all sorts of information he deemed useful and interesting enough for Yeosang to know.

Not exactly liking the taunting tone the man used, Yeosang poured over the folder's contents, his eyes narrowing in on the rather attractive young man who seemed to be on almost every picture with you. You seemed to be having a lot of fun with him given that you were going out clubbing with him always by you, his arms always draped around you. Or you'd be seeing taking walks with him, his stance too close to you for Yeosang's liking. His nose twitched in disgust and he began tearing up any photo with the young man in it.

"Get the car ready and your swimming trunks in a luggage. We're going on a little trip." Yeosang smiled passive aggressively.

"I take it Madame must not know of this?" The old man raised a curious eyebrow.

"Exactly. Precisely." Yeosang chuckled, the two partners sharing a knowing and mischievous look.

After a long night at a beach party and too many margaritas, you dragged your feet to your hotel room, nearly stumbling in due to how tipsy you were but you were caught by strong arms that you had recently been missing.

"Mr. Kang.." You immediately sobered up as you stared at his handsome face.

"Remember what we agreed on? That I want you to drop the formalities?"

You giggled as he began pressing soft kisses on your lips, one after another.

"Go on. Say it."

Giving in, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Yeosang."

Sighing contentedly, Yeosang held you for a while, just enjoying your warmth as he inhaled your scent that he missed. But he soon grimaced when he detected a strange odor on you.

"You reek like him." He huffed out, clearly annoyed at smelling another man on you.

"Is that the reason you came all the way out here?" You snorted, yet flattered to know he cared that much.

You squealed as he picked you up and carried you to the bed.

"Just don't talk and let's get rid of that disgusting stench. I don't want you smelling like anyone else but me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San glared for the hundredth time at the classmate who lately had been irritating him to no end by coming over just to go see you at work. He rolled his eyes as he heard the airhead dick say how he didn't understand a certain assignment just to have you bend over and pour over the information with him. You were too nice to say no.

"And too dumb to notice he's only paying attention to your chest." He let out a disgruntled sigh as he organized the books on the shelf for the 7th time, not wanting to move from his spot in case the little shithead decided to try anything on you.

Wanting him to go away, he sneakily crept up behind the counter and sneakily brushed his hand across your ass, fingertips slightly ruffling the hem of your skirt.

"Y/N if you're done with your little tutoring session, I need you to help me look over the accounting ok?"

You nodded, realizing you had wasted enough of your boss's time. Giving your classmate an apologetic smile, you told him you'd help him some other time. Although saddened by not spending more time with you, he did not want you to lose your job or get you in trouble.

"You truly are an angel Y/N. What would I ever do without you?" He pouted at you, trying to look as cute as possible.

"I'm sure your hand has kept you company quite nicely all these years, you'll be fine." San couldn't help but smirk as he said that loud enough for both of you to hear, shocking you and embarrassing your classmate, who quickly walked out of the book shop with his head lowered.

Not very happy with his little joke, you looked over at your boss who had his back turned to you as his eyes stared at the computer screen.

"That was rather rude and disrespectful don't you think?" You shook your head at him.

"Not as rude and disrespectful as annoying someone at their job with lame excuses just so they can get a peek at a nipple or an ass cheek." He replied nonchalantly, unbothered and unrepentant of his behavior.

You let out a sarcastic laugh.

"That's a bit rich coming from you don't you think? Given all the times you've stared at me when I've bent down or stood on top of the stool." You reminded him.

Turning his head to look at you, San smiled at you with such a deceivingly sweet smile, accentuating his cute dimples that never failed to make you melt.

"See here now my young apprentice, if I remember correctly, you would purposefully bend over just for me, you were begging me to check you out, even started cutting the length of these skirts so I'd look at your legs."

Humming softly, your hands went to his collared shirt, undoing the top buttons to expose the top of his chest.

"Guilty as charged then Boss..... so... are you gonna write me up or cut my pay for slacking off at work yet again?" You taunted him as you brushed your lips against his.

Playing along with your little game, San chuckled and gripped your waist.

"Oh no my little apprentice. I'm not that type of boss. I prefer a different punishment."

You let out a gasp as he suddenly turned you around and pressed your upper body down against the glass case, his foot separating your legs apart as he fumbled with his belt.

"I'm gonna bend you over and fuck that pretty ass of yours til it's stretched open."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were starting to get pissed off at the thought of Mingi blowing you off on yet another date. It was the third time he had done it and you were starting to get fed up honestly.

"For someone who claims to be responsible and mature he sure can't seem to freaking keep his word." She muttered angrily to yourself as you swirled the leftover ice in your drink.

Out of nowhere, a young stud slid onto the seat right in front of you. With two drinks in hand, he slid one of them across to you. You eyed the drink suspiciously, wondering if he was one of those types to add some kind of drug just so he could easily kidnap you or something.

"Relax doll face, I promise I didn't spike it or anything." He assured you.

Shrugging and realizing you had nothing to loose, you instantly downed the drink with ease. You tried not to grimace at the fruity beverage the stranger got you.

"What does he take me for? A little pussy that drinks bitch beers?" You thought to yourself, though you couldn't blame him. You were pretty young and most mistook your youth for inexperience or naivety. Little did they know you could down the hardest of liquors down as if it was water.

"Tell me doll face, why are you here all alone? Looking all moody and dejected?"

You pondered on whether you should really say anything or make up something. Neither it seems. You opted for a more vague explanation.

"Just tired of being stood up I guess. No biggie." You rolled your shoulders back.

The man looked at you with a sad and pitiful look. He began to wonder why would anyone stand up such a beautiful and gorgeous woman like yourself? Whoever they were, they were either stupid or blind.

"Well the night is still young. Why don't you come back with me to my place and have a little fun? No strings attached and I can promise you you'll be more than satisfied." He offered, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

You looked him up and down. Truthfully you'd turn him down merely for being so close to your age, still not very attracted to younger males, given that they promised more than they could offer. But sizing him up, he seemed to be well endowed, definitely above average. And besides you were frustrated by Mingi blowing you off that it wouldn't hurt to have a little rendezvous with someone else.

Sensing your hesitation, he smirked and began pulling your chair closer to him, his hand slithering its way up your skirt.

"Trust me doll face. You have nothing to worry about."

"No but you will if you don't take off your filthy hands off her right now."

You were startled yet amused when Mingi popped out of nowhere and pushed the guy's hand off you before grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

"Come on let's go. We're leaving." He gave you no choice as he began dragging you away, only to be stopped by the young man as he stepped in front of you two.

"Hold on here, you can't just haul her away like that. What are you? Her dad?" He scoffed, arms crossed as he looked Mingi up and down with disdain.

Instead of getting offended, Mingi simply smirked as he slipped his hand around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"Yeah, I'm her daddy, at least that's what she calls me at night."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung's eyes pierced daggers into the man that was currently talking to you. He had seen him countless times at the strip club where you used to work. He knew the man had more than just a crush on you, he was practically obsessed with you. More than once he had tried to get a private show from you but Wooyoung always made sure those plans were thwarted since he didn't want anyone else looking let alone touching his prized possession. Hence why he took you out of there and kept you all to himself.

And now he was fuming at this crazed fan of yours wanting to get close to you once more, no doubt trying to get in your pants. He saw how he kept leaning close to you or stepping up to you. Each time he did, you would step away, slightly uncomfortable by his close proximity and even more uncomfortable at how he talked with so much detail about your previous performances at the club, detailing things that not even you remembered.

"You know I don't even go there anymore. It's a waste of time." He admitted, a frown on his face.

"Oh really?." You asked, trying hard to hide your sarcasm, not really interested in anything he had to say.

"Yeah, you're not there anymore so what's the point? Although...."

You froze in place when his hands came up to cup your chin.

"I would give anything to see you strip one last time." He winked at you.

His hand was harshly pulled away from you by Wooyoung, who shoved him so hardly he actually landed on the floor.

"Too bad you're never going to see that ever again you punk."

Linking your arm with his, Wooyoung dragged you back to the car where he then drove full speed back to your apartment. As soon as you both stepped inside, his hands were all over you, mouth devouring your own as a trail of clothes leading into your bedroom was scattered on the hallway. You had never seen Wooyoung jealous before and it turned you on so much. His possessiveness was even more evident as his nails dug into your skin, his hips slamming into your ass as his cock plunged deep inside you, threatening to pull another orgasm out of your body.

"You're my little whore, no one else's."

You let out a yelp when his hand came down to strike one of your already burning cheeks once more, his hand printed all over your ass.

"My little fuck toy that I can play with as I want." He growled, pistoning his cock even deeper in you.

"Ah! Yes! I'm your toy Wooyoung!" You cried out, breathing heavily and whimpering loudly as tears streaked down your cheeks, your vision starting to go blank once more as you felt yourself ready to burst once more around Wooyoung's cock.

"Fuck! Yeah. My little fuck toy. All mine and no one else's."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho fought hard not to scoff or roll his eyes at the man sitting across from both you and him. He was a nice young man that recently started working for your father, very responsible and efficient. And your father liked him so much he took it upon himself to have the two of you meet up in with hopes of getting you two together. The man of course was elated by you. You were so pretty and charming and was already head over heels for you.

Jongho and you were not very happy about it though, Jongho more displeased than you. At least you could mask your dislike of him better, being all smiles and kind to him. It honestly sickened Jongho seeking you be all fake, proper and polite when he knew better than anyone your true character.

"Sweetheart, you know this young man was the one who suggested we strike that deal with that other company? And his plan worked out brilliantly." Your father couldn't stop gloating about the man's accomplishments.

"Oh really? Do tell me all about it." You feigned interest.

"Oh my fucking god, I swear to hell-" Jongho fought back the urge to slam his fork against his plate, not wanting to listen to another boring and excruciatingly painful gloating from the idiot in front of them.

Minutes into the story and Jongho was already dozing off, bored to death by the incessant chatter coming from the man across you both. Looking over at you, he could tell you were bored too. A wicked plan came to his head. But you were both bored so why not make it fun. You at first thought nothing about having him press a hand on your thigh under the table, he'd often do that every now and then. But you started to worry when he began to travel his hand further up to cup your clothed heat. It was such a risky thing to do at the dinner table, with your parents and a guest right there. You tried to stop him when he tried to tug your underwear down, but were met by a pinch against your inner thigh. You covered your mouth with your napkin and pretended to cough in order to hide the squeak that escaped you. Giving in, you slightly lifted yourself off your chair and let Jongho slide your panties down.

He pretended to drop his phone just so he could stoop down and pick up your panties off the floor. You watched as he stuffed them in his pocket, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. Glancing briefly, you saw a text from none other than your secret lover right next to you.

"After dinner. My place. You're lucky you're off for the next few days cause I'll make sure you won't be able to walk after I'm done with you."

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chenziee · 3 years ago

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Cool your back.

I have a very cute LawLu prompt

Where Law is still a pirate some how becomes (little doses he know)the Fiance of the Goda kingdom's Cat God of freedom named Luffy(much to the world nobles dismay) and all of the high jinx that come along with it. And Luffy keeps popping up whenever Law doesn't/needs him. Good thing he's cute.

Thank youuu! Glad to be back :D though still super slow I’m sorry

I might have taken some liberties there with Luffy but I hope you like it! :)

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A Divine ball of fluff

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Law startled awake at the sound of gunfire and cannons somewhere above his head. Stepping over the lamp on the floor, he only briefly wondered just how it had managed to fall from his nightstand before he forced himself to focus. He only grabbed Kikoku, then ran out of his room to join his crew on deck, ready to murder whoever had come to disturb his sorely needed nap.

“Hand over Luffy and I might just let you go alive, Trafalgar Law!”

With the angry shout being the first thing Law had heard upon opening the door leading to the Tang’s deck, Law could only groan. Not again. “I keep telling you, old man—” Law slammed the door shut behind himself maybe more aggressively than strictly necessary before quickly striding over to the side of the ship to glare at Vice Admiral Garp— “none of this was my choice! And your stupid grandson isn’t even here!”

“Uhm, about that, Captain…” Bepo trailed off, quiet and apologetic.

Law took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes momentarily and praying for patience. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Sorry,” Bepo mumbled, dropping his head as if it was somehow his fault their regular ‘guest’ had invited himself over without any warning again.

Shaking his head, Law slowly looked at Garp again. The old man was fuming and not for the first time, Law marveled at the stubbornness of this entire family. No matter how many times he said ‘no’ to either one of them, they just kept coming back like a bad rash. Sometimes, Law couldn’t believe neither of the three brothers or their grandfather were related by blood. Hell, one of them wasn’t even human. But well… when it came down to it, Law couldn’t say he cared.

“Fine, take him,” he said finally, smirking at the loud crash from behind him that immediately followed.

“Torao~” someone whined before arms wrapped around Law’s waist

On reflex, one of Law’s legs shot forward as he braced for the impact of the entire body crashing into him a split second later. Why, just why did this man insist on lunging at people constantly? Law would never understand. He was lucky Law had managed to train his reactions well enough by now to not face plant into the railing anymore. “What?” he asked, smirk still shamelessly in place as he turned to look at the person who was hanging off of him.

The person—or rather, the god—in question was staring back at him with an unhappy frown and a pout on his lips. Law hated to admit he looked outright adorable then, and not just because of the cat ears sitting proudly on top of his head, alert and facing forward in agitation. Ears which were also covered in black, incredibly soft fur that Law would never get tired of petting.

Giving Law something that was probably supposed to be a glare, Luffy finally huffed before continuing, voice sounding incredibly sulky, “How could you just sell me out to gramps like this?”

“Because he could absolute keep you on his ship even if he did take you. Sure,” Law replied in a tone dripping in sacrasm while he rolled his eyes at the dramatic complaints of the literal embodiement of freedom, the person who could and absolutely did materialize out of nowhere on the Polar Tang whenever he fucking felt like it, without any warning, for the sole purpose of driving Law absolutely crazy with his ideas, only to then disappear into thin air again once he got bored. While on the open sea, with the nearest land two days of sailing away.

“That’s not the point!” Luffy cried, his grip on Law’s waist tightening.

Before Law could say anything back, a canon ball landed a bit too close to the ship, causing a wave of seawater to wash over the both of them. Law cursed loudly at the unexpected and fully unwelcome shower, just as Luffy also hissed loudly; if he was in his full monster cat form, Law could just imagine his fur raising until he looked like a huge, black ball of pure fluff.

…Now Law wanted to see it. He made a mental note to find an opportunity to scare the shit out of him at some point later, when he was in his true form.

“What was that for?!” Luffy demanded when he recovered from the shock.

“A warning shot!” Garp retorted, sounding just as angry as Luffy did. “You get off that pirate ship before I drag you off myself!”

“I’m not going back to Goa! It’s stuffy and tiny and they keep burning down my shrines, I hate it there!”

Garp growled as he grabbed another cannon ball. “As if I care about the idiot king’s orders, I’m not going to give you to those scumbags and I don’t care where you go—” he paused to aim his cannon ball at them threateningly before he continued— “but you’re not becoming a pirate on my watch, you brat!”

Law heard Luffy taking a deep breath behind him, no doubt in preparation to go off on his adoptive grandfather, and he sighed. Before either of these idiots could say anything, Law snapped, “If you’re just going to keep screaming at each other, can I go?”

“No,” Luffy said immediately, digging his claws into Law’s stomach painfully.

At the same time, Garp said, “You stay right where you are, I’m not done with you either!”

Law sighed. Every goddamn time.

“Prepare to submerge,” Law said to Bepo tiredly before raising his hand. “Room. Shambles.”

Appearing back in his room a split second later, Law took a deep breath, giving himself a moment to appreciate the blessed silence—or the alternative of, which meant only muffled rage instead of people screaming right in his ear. Not ideal but he would take it anyway. Honestly, why couldn’t these two ever do anything quietly? This whole thing could be so easily resolved if they had just sat down and talked but no, they just had to go yelling at each other while throwing cannon balls and scratching the other’s face off. And Law never had a say in getting caught in the middle of it every damn time either.

Sometimes, he cursed the day the Tang landed on Dawn Island, the place where all his problems started. But really, he couldn’t with clear conscience say that if he were to relive that day, that he wouldn’t do exactly the same thing; that he wouldn’t stop at the tiny, ancient looking shrine to talk to the young man sitting in front of it. That he wouldn’t answer every question Luffy had about the world beyond his small domain, that he wouldn’t look into those large, excited eyes and invite him to leave with him.

But, as stupid as it was regardless, if he could do it over, at the very least, would now actually know he was accidentally proposing to a literal god; one that was incredibly stuborn, selfish, and bright enough to be the actual sun. A god who also came in a package with a crazy grandfather, two over protective brothers, and the softest, warmest fur Law had ever had the pleasure of touching.

“Thanks for getting me away,” Luffy said after he made himself comfortable on Law’s bed, the anger and raw power that had been radiating off of him only moments ago replaced by his usual happy and carefree attitude.

Law clicked his tongue. “I was getting myself away. Not my fault you were clinging to me like a child.”

“Same thing.” Luffy waved him off.

Law didn’t have the energy to argue. Simply shaking his head at him, he instead bent down to put the lamp he had ignored earlier back on his nightstand.

“Weird how this was on the floor. I distinctly remember it was screwed on tight just yesterday,” Law noted, giving Luffy a pointed stare. Now that he knew this giant, ridiculously strong cat was on the ship, Law had no doubt just how the lamp got knocked off. Briefly, Law wondered whether there was even a point putting it back until Luffy left; he was probably going to knock it off again while staring at it with morbid fascination as it crashed to the floor again and again.

Law watched as Luffy’s eyes veered off to the side, his lips pursing as he mumbled, “Yeah, that’s super weird.”

Huffing out a small laugh, Law crossed the short distance between them, reaching out to ruffle Luffy’s hair. It was almost as soft as his fur was. “I know. A complete mystery,” he said with a smirk before he leaned down, pressing his lips to Luffy’s briefly.

The kiss was easily returned, a wide grin spreading on Luffy’s lips as soon as they separated, and despite himself, Law felt himself smile back. That damn smile would be the death of him. No matter how maddening this man could be, how loud and selfish, the moment he smiled like that, it was like all Law’s problems and frustrations were melting away. Luffy was simply beautiful; adorable and bright, yet absolutely terrifying and Law loved every little bit of it.

It was funny, actually. If someone had told him he would ever say ‘Luffy’ and ‘love’ in the same sentence just half a year ago, Law would have laughed in their face. Back then, Luffy was only some incredibly annoying giant cat who just wouldn’t leave him alone, someone who popped up on the Tang or wherever Law currently was just to ruin any and all of his painstakingly created plans. But now…

Now Law couldn’t remember what life was before him. He had learned to build his plans around Luffy recklessly charging forward, didn’t even bother trying to explain anything to him. He had long since stopped fighting the pull, the warm aura of power and charisma that drew people in and didn’t let go. It took a while but Law had finally accepted that he was not any different from all the other people Luffy had managed to charm without even realizing he was doing it ever since Law had gotten him out of the Goa Kingdom.

There was just something in the stupid divine cat that made people want to join and support him. Maybe it was the sense of absolute freedom that followed him everywhere; be it his own freedom, or the one of whoever Luffy thought deserved it.

“What’s wrong?” Luffy asked after a long while of them just looking at each other.

Law smiled, shaking his head at the cute, worried frown on his face. “Just hoping your grandfather won’t hit us before we sink far enough.”

“He’d never actually hit the ship, he’s a big softie,” Luffy announced, that grin back on his face.

“Good to know.” Law chuckled, finally sitting down on the bed with Luffy. “You know, I was sleeping before you two started fighting,” Law said offhandedly, glancing at Luffy and nearly snorting at the way his ears perked up in excitement.

“Wanna?” the other asked immediately, nearly vibrating in place.

Raising an eyebrow, Law gave Luffy a look. “I was going to say yes but seeing how excited you are, I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

“Nah, it’s all good,” Luffy decided, nodding to himself as he hopped off the bed, walking two steps towards the door to Law’s cabin before shifting into his monster cat form, then lied down slowly, watchful as to not break anything while he tried to fit his huge body into the tiny room.

Once Luffy looked back at him expectantly and Law was sure he was fully settled, Law went to join his boyfriend on the floor, careful not to step on any of his limbs or either of his two tails on the way. As he leaned back against the giant cat’s chest, he let his eyes slide shut, already feeling the exhaustion from earlier in the day settling back in. It was just so warm and soft and fluffy and Law would sooner die than admit out loud how much he loved it. It wasn’t like everyone didn’t already know by then anyway. What could he say, Luffy’s fur was impossible to resist. It was worse than Bepo’s in this aspect.

“No licking,” Law reminded, cracking one eye open to shoot Luffy a half-hearted glare when he felt his face come close to his body.

“You’re no fun,” Luffy whined.

Law could only sigh. “I’d just like to keep my skin where it is, thanks.”

“Fine.” Luffy huffed, thankfully keeping his sand-paper tongue where it should be, before he simply nudged Law with his forehead.

A smile pulled on Law’s lips, his hand raising to rest against the side of his little monster’s head. To anyone else, this position would seem incredibly dangerous, yet to Law, it was so very comforting. He had never felt safer than when he lay snuggled into into this god’s side, with the jaw which could fit his entire head inside twice over and then some positioned just inches away from his face.

Right here, Law knew he was home.

And while he gently stroked Luffy’s fur, Law’s eyelids slowly slid shut again.

~ Meanwhile ~

“What do we do?!” Shachi cried in panic, staring with wide eyes at the neptunian who looked like it was about to eat the Tang for an afternoon snack.

“We have to call the captain and Luffy, we can’t do this,” Ikkaku shouted back, trying to shoo away another two of these giant sea kings away together with Jean Bart.

A frustrated groan came from Clione in response, “I tried but they won’t answer and the door won’t open!”

“Why do they always have to sleep with Luffy’s giant furry ass blocking the stupid door! How are we supposed to get them out here?!” Shachi whined, mind slowly slipping into despair. Honestly, these lovesick idiots. What use was having a literal god around when he was never there to actually help when they actually needed him to?

This was why Shachi preferred dogs over cats.

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Dedicated to my cat who has the softest fur and also forces me to keep everything on the fucking floor.

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kirieshhhka003 · 4 years ago

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Hey! Can you write some hcs about the Bucci gang after a quarrel with their S/O, who got really upset? How would they act and how would they try to resolve?

Thank you for your request, my lovely anon💚

Bucci Gang after a quarrel with S/o

Bruno Buccellati

Bruno is not a dispute person at all, he’s a leader of mafioso group, he’s a capo, he meets hundreds of people daily and it’s necessary for brunette to be able to resolve any kind of conflicts

If Bruno understand that it’s impossible to circumvent a quarrel with S/o, he tries at least to do it as quiet and less aggressive as possible, to minimize both S/o’s and his own stress that this dispute causes

Mafioso gives S/o a little time to gather their thoughts and to calm down a little. Bruno also uses this opportunity to think about everything a few times and then approaches his beloved, wanting to resolve this argue now and not leaving it just like that. They’ll have a long talk, that leads to lounging on the couch and watching S/o’s favorite movie

Leone Abbacchio

It’s no secret that Leone has a really sharp tongue, and his offhandedly spoken words cause quarrels the most. Sense of tact? - No, never heard of it. Even when Abbacchio tries to settle the conflict - somehow blonde manages to make it even worse

If he’s wrong - Abbacchio will calmly admit it and apologize afterwards, but if he knows that it’s S/o’s bad, silver-haired won’t even try to prove his point of view. He’s in relationships with an adult, not a bratty child, S/o should learn how to deal with their emotions and to resolve all disputes composedly

Leone won’t fret over putting up with S/o, if they don’t wanna talk to him - okay, it’s their right. Blonde is open for a conversation all the time and he can wait for S/o to cool down. As mentioned above Abbacchio dates an adult, and he doesn’t want to deal with a snotty child

Guido Mista

This man can’t keep his mouth shut, and when the dispute has been started - he won’t be the one who stops it. Mista will continue to argue, trying to prove his point of view, interrupting S/o and not letting them wholly voice what they think or want to tell

Guido needs some time to cool down and settle down his emotions, only then he starts to understand what was going on and who actually is wrong and who’s right. It’s not a big deal for him to admit his fault and apologize afterwards - he may be stubborn, but not egoistic

If it actually was his mistake, Guido won’t screw around and try to make amends by taking S/o to a restaurant or going for a shopping. He fucked up - he makes it up. If it was S/o’s fault - an apology is more than enough, it’s actually more likely that Guido will forget about their quarrel the following day

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia is pretty bad at verbal conflicts, that’s why he usually uses physical force, but hell no, he won’t lay a finger on his beloved! And if they start to argue Narancia feels so helpless and vulnerable that he simply starts to cry. It’s not like he throws a tantrum, but S/o can see him sneaking in to wipe the tears off of his eyes

It’s hard to deal with Narancia after a dispute - he acts like a real snuffy resentful child, not wanting to talk to S/o. In this case they are an adult and he’s a kid that needs love and attention. It’s never takes much to stop him frowning and open up. Ghirga will try to explain what upset him this much, but he never succeeds at expressing his thoughts distinctly

Brunette is bad at comforting others and he’s a little clueless about what he’s supposed to say or do, so he simply decides that bringing his upset beloved some snack or sweets is the best way to cheer S/o up. He then just cuddles them up and shyly mumbles apologies in their ear

Pannacotta Fugo

Due to Fugo’s short temper and incredible stubbornness him and S/o often have fights and argues, and S/o seemed to get used to it. But one of their ‘little disputes’ got out of control and everything went totally shitty, with lots of screaming and even tears

After Fugo cooled down and his thoughts became clear, blonde understood how much he fucked up. And S/o’s sulky face and total ignorance of Pannacotta only proves mafioso’s theory

This man is so stubborn and egoistic to admit his fault. He can’t be wrong, he has smart-ass brains, it’s impossible for him to make any mistakes! But after a week of being dumped on by his beloved Fugo starts to realize that he was guilty. Blonde waits for an opportunity to start a conversation and to finally apologize for being such a jerk

Giorno Giovanna

Pretty much like Bruno, blonde is nothing of a dispute person, he actually tries to avoid any sort of quarrels and conflicts if possible, but when those happen Giorno gets really nervous and stressed

If S/o feel bad after an argue, they can bet that Gio feels way worse, and the fact that this quarrel also upset his beloved doesn’t ease his anguish in any way. Blonde feels guilty, even if he’s not, and it lays a huge weight on his chest

It’s more likely that Giogio will make the first move, approaching S/o from behind and snuggling up to them. Blonde gently rubs circles on their back and shoulders, saying “We should never argue again”. It looks like Giorno tries to comfort S/o, but it’s actually one of the ways to soothe his own worry

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simpfortetsu · 4 years ago

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you’re not my muse

☾ you and tsukki had been together for quite a while now. you're an aspiring artist and your boyfriend seems to think that most of your artwork is based around him... how is he supposed to react when you tell him he's wrong

pairing(s): gn!reader x tsukishima kei warning(s): none. sulky tsukki for like two(2) seconds genre: fluff againnnn word count: 1301 note: this one's for you @out-of-my-way-extras !! again, the ending isn’t particularly my favorite, but its okayyyy. as always everyone please let me know what you think about this one:)

you were having a block again. that much tsukki could tell. he could tell by the way that you were just sitting there staring at the blank canvas and then picking up the coffee he had just made you, before setting the mug back down. you would do this before starting to run your fingers through your hair and massage your scalp. 'it helps to get the blood flowing in my brain' you told him when you started doing more and more art in his apartment. he had promptly rolled his eyes and told you that he was sure that wasn't how you would get ideas for the work that you were doing. but he massaged your head whenever you asked him to nonetheless.

after watching you for a few moments, he came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. you instinctively leaned back into him, while place your hands down into your lap. you shifted your head to look up at him. "how can i help you good sir?" you inquired jokingly, a small smile making its way across your lips.

he rolled his eyes, a signature reaction that you had become accustomed to, but a smile played across his lips as well. "well, shortcake, i decided to come and help get the blood flowing, since you obviously can't seem to do it right," he teased you, while placing his hands on your head. you shifted back to where he could use his freaking huge hands to massage you. you sighed, still leaning into his touch, while racking your brain on what you should do.

you had a chance at a gala coming up and you wanted at least one of your newer pieces in it. your style was always changing after all.

as you sat there and tsukki continued to massage you, a comfortable silence engulfed you both. it was all a part of the process. this was the prime time for you to think about things that inspired you. whether it was literally something you just happened to glance at in the room. or if it was something you had read in the news. or even if it was something, or someone, in your life. that much tsukishima knew.

he also knew that you could only sit still and stay quiet for so long before you started to complain about how you couldn't think of what to do. "tsukki," you drew out his name in a groan, flopping forward, away from his hands. he shook his head, lowering himself to the ground so that he could sit beside you. instead of saying anything, he chopped the back of your head with his hand. though it did elicit another groan from you, you also sat up to shoot him a small glare. you definitely weren't going to be getting any work done bent over and complaining, that tsukishima knew as well.

"what the hell was that for?" you mumbled, rubbing the area he had just hit. it hadn't really hurt all that much, but you dramatized it in hopes of possibly making your boyfriend feel at least a little bad.

"don't you have a muse or something that you can turn to in times like this?" he questioned. though he tried his best not to seem too cocky about his prospected question, tsukki had a sneaking suspicion that he was exactly that. though you had never said anything about it, he had begun to notice patterns about your artwork ever since the two of you had gotten more serious. that is, when you started to do art in the spare bedroom of his apartment.

he thought he had been imagining at first, and maybe he still was, but there were things that started to stick out to him. like the way that objects around the apartment would end up somehow being reflected in your work. or how there were a lot more portraits of people that wore glasses since you two had been seeing each other. or even how your conversations, or things he was passionate about, had seemed to make their way into your art. it was a subtle thing, but tsukishima kei had always been observant.

you pondered the thought of having a muse. it had been something that many people asked you whenever you were very passionate about one of your pieces. newsflash, that was almost all of them. but having a muse was never something that really concerned you. if you were inspired then that was the end of it. because for you it was always different. you were always learning new ways to express yourself through your art and that was one of the things you loved the most about it.

"ya know. i don't really think so." your response was short, but it sounded as if you were questioning yourself.

"oh. i see." your boyfriend's response seemed off. when you looked away from your canvas, you saw that his usual smirk wasn't there. though it was replaced with his signature scowl, that was something that you rarely ever saw these days. you leaned over and poked his cheek to which he flinched away from you. "what the hell are you doing y/n?" he asked as you reached to do it to him again.

"well what's wrong with you kei?" you had only said that you didn't have a muse. you didn't understand why that would bother him so much.

that was until it dawned on you. when people typically said that they had muses, it was their significant other. or someone important to them. with that realization you broke into a fit of laughter.

"are you dying?" tsukki asked incredulously. one second you were trying to poke his face and the next you looked like you were having a seizure.

"you.. you want to be my muse don't you?" you gasped in between words, trying to catch your breath from you sudden outburst. the look on your boyfriend's face was priceless as he tried his best to hide the fact that he did, in fact, want to be your muse.

"so what if i do?"

"well then i'd tell you you're an idiot," you responded placing a kiss on his cheek. his eyes brows furrowed even further at that. "you know i take my inspiration from everywhere. especially the places where we're together you dork. so no you are not my muse. you, we, us. that's my inspiration.

"of course other things too. but those things don't really hold to the pieces that i've made with the inspiration of us, or you, or something to do with this apartment in mind." you finished your small spiel only to look to see that tsukki had a grin on his face.

"you're an idiot you know that?" he said to you with a laugh, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him.

"now what do you mean?" you whined, your lips forming a small pout.

"you basically just said that i was your muse. or at least our relationship. that "inspiration" behind your art you're talking about. that's literally the definition of muse shortcake." tsukki's response was very to the point, and if not for the smug little smirk that sat upon his lips you would have hit him upside the head like he had done to you earlier.

but instead you only reached up to place a hand on the cheek of your boyfriend, tsukishima kei. your muse, as he so wanted to be called. his leaned into your touch, his lips hovering above yours. "i guess i'll have to change your name in my phone to 'my muse' then," you teased, your lips brushing against his.

he pressed his lips softly against yours before responding. "you better."

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pepperpills · 3 years ago

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The Harvest - RE8 Fanfic

The Harvest

A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana

Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Notes: heey, so here is another juicy chapter, not much to add to it, though, just hope you enjoy >.<

Warning: NSFW content

Part I - Destiny (1) Part I - Destiny (2) Part II - The Lord Part III - The Hunt Part IV - Soft Torture

Part V - Cry baby

You didn’t remember how you got in that situation in the first place. Of course, Lycans were a normal treat for the Village people, but somehow, they respected the villagers, at least, most of the time. You, on the other hand, wasn’t born among those people. No, your essence was different, you were, in some ways, an outsider and because of that, the cabin people had their shares of nightmares with Lycans attacking their loved ones.

This time, it was about yourself. You heard the roars and your blood went cold. Actually, this sound was a more bestial than the usual, drier than the throaty ones Lycans usually make when calling the others. You were afraid it was a Vârcolac. You didn’t see it, but ran from the source anyway. Maybe you did a mistake, because instead of running to the Village, you took the path to the forest, to the abandoned cabins where you thought you could be safe.

You were hidden in the wreck of your old home. As suddenly as you got there, you knew you were doomed. The Vârcolac was nearby, you could hear its steps breaking through dead branches with a strength you tried not to imagine. You were cold sweating now, it arrived at the cabins and was sniffing around, searching for your smell. You were certain you smelled like fear.

For a moment there, it all went dead silent. Nothing moved, no noise was heard. But you knew it couldn’t have simply disappeared, the Vârcolac was more cunning than you expected. Then, out of nowhere, its huge, dark haired beast head was framed by the remnants of a window above you. The chimera opened its wide mouth, showing its sharp teeth and a terrible, profound roar resonated in your mind, your eyes hypnotised by the view of death coming.

You woke up panting, still feeling the hot breeze of its breath on your cheekbones. You didn’t notice where you were at first, too scared to even understand it was all a bad dream. Heisenberg, who had been sleepy by your side, watching you sleep, promptly sat up with your reaction, wrapping a protective arm around your belly.

“You okay there, sweety?” He asked, making you calmer as soon as you perceived his husky morning voice.

“I had a nightmare.” You confided, burying your face on his collarbone, using his scent to help your nerves.

“Wanna talk about it?” Karl wrapped you in his strong arms, pulling you to his lap as you instinctively hugged him.

“It was stupid, nothing special.” You tried to mask the real terror that consumed you minutes ago.

“Nah.” He clicked his tongue. “Nothing you say is stupid, buttercup.” For that, you smiled, resting on his intense grip.

“I was being hunted by a Vârcolac.” You finally confessed, feeling a bit ashamed of it, imagining that that man wouldn’t understand such human fear.

“Oh, Y/N, no need to be afraid, buttercup.” He smiled back at you; his adorable expression framed by messy grizzled hair locks. “Those damn things are far, you are safe. And I will never let them get any close to you, anyway.” He shrugged as if it was nothing for him to deal with.

Being held and told these words made you significantly less worried. Every obstacle for you seemed easier to Karl and he promised to take care of you. Of course, you wanted to be able to defend yourself and you could do that reasonably well, but with that sort of thing was a lot different. They were mutated beings and you were… Well, only human. In that manner, you felt safe with him, like that, resting in his arms, almost forgetting what had just upset you.

“Thank you, Karl.” You told his neck, pressing gentle kisses on his sweet spots surrounding his Adam’s apple, making him bit the interior of his cheek.

“No problem, kitten.” Heisenberg said, holding your chin with his free hand, making you rise your eyes and gaze at his bicoloured irises.

He leaned towards your lips, taking them in his, kissing you ever so passionately, you could melt in his warmth. You couldn’t get enough of his kisses. Feeling the scar on his bottom lip usually made you shiver, a sweet sensation flooding your entire form. He held you tighter, as if you would slip away at any moment. The man still incapable of believing you choose to stay there, with him, not once finding it a bad experience, as most people would by living in that factory.

You two have spent a lot of time together ever since the incident with the Soldat. At first, he was worried for you walking alone in the downer part of the building. He would check on you frequently when you were reading, listening to his records or even improving your bow, which he found fascinating. You would fetch him at his new office every now and then, maybe teasing him a bit to relax when he was working restlessly – not that you gave him enough time to rest with your recently discovered appetite for him.

He wasn’t too vocal with his feelings, but he made his best on complimenting you every chance he had. You were sure that spending most of his time alone made him a little awkward for that sort of intimate contact, but oh, he has been craving it so much since you set your foot on his factory. He tried to hide it, tell himself it would pass, however as the days went by, it only grew, making his chest rumble with his accelerated heartbeat every glimpse he had of your form.

Now he wouldn’t resist the temptation of falling asleep by your side as you cuddled him, tracing the lines of his scars so softly he would forget about the situations in which he gained them. You made everything cosier, even the daily choirs, the stressful works, if you were by his side, he would feel at ease.

He broke the kiss with a low groan. His eyes now had a starving sparkle enlivening them. Every since your first time with him, you were getting better and better on noticing the signs on his face when he wanted to have you, actually, when he neededto have you. And this time, the man was hungry, his heart desperately claiming your touch, his skin growing more sensitive the more time you spent on his lap.

“Damn, Y/N.” He whispered, bared teeth. “I swear you have some sort of power over me.” Karl proceeded to roughly kiss your jaw line, not certain if he wanted to press his lips on your skin or nip it. He did both.

“Oh, meine Hexe.” He chanted as he laid your back on the bed, you took the opportunity to envelop his hips with your legs, pressing his hardness against your pubic bone. “Meine frech Hexe.” Karl corrected himself, maliciously smirking at your action.

“Karl…” You moaned to his hoarse tone, aroused by his accent.

“What is it, Y/N?” He asked in a teasing way.

“I-I want you.” You cried for him.

“Already, sweetheart?” Karl giggled at your eager countenance, to that you could only nod, biting your bottom lip as he pressed his clothed hard cock against your bud through the thin fabric of your pantie. “What a thirsty whore you are.” He tormented you some more.

As Heisenberg pressed himself against you, doing nothing but rubbing both of your needy arousals for a moment, your hands found his forearms, digging your nails in his skin. He groaned, pinning your arms on the sheets, encaging you underneath him.

“Nah, nah, doll.” He denied you, clicking his tongue. “I like seeing you so desperate for my cock.” Karl leaned only to bite your bottom lip, almost until it bled.

“K-Karl, please.” You begged, moving your hips on his rod on, causing him to moan a bit.

“Argh, kitten, I need to taste you.” He stated, nothing else going on in his head but your flavours.

Karl made you take off his green shirt you’ve been wearing and left a trail of kisses down your abdomen, groping your breasts, pinching your hard nipples with his teeth and later pressing them in between his thumb and index finger. You whined with the contact, feeling a pleasant pinch of pain.

“Kitten, you are perfect.” He let out between his nips, going down on you.

His hands rested on you belly, securing you laying, helpless. He reached your waist line. Karl didn’t hesitate on tugging off your panties, irritated it was hiding the treasure from him. The man almost salivated at the sight of your juicy thighs, soaked due to his touches. Not being able to stop himself, his tongue ran along your clit, making you cry out.

It was only one lick, though, just enough for him to taste your sweetness, an appetizer. Heisenberg smirked at your sulky face, being denied of his tongue. He was interested on your thighs, squeezing them, licking the length until he got so close to your labia, but never really licking it, so you would moan desperately.

The man was going savage with your reactions. Drinking in every sound you let out, cute, tempting whines. He considered teasing you eternally just so he could keep listening, but your cunt was calling for him. He sucked onto your inner thigh, marking you as his. This was somewhat sore, but the warming sensation compensated it, leaving only pleasure to flood your brain.

“Look at the mess you making, kitten.” He commented, laughing at your state.

“All this teasing is gonna make me drown, Karl.” You managed to say in between moans.

“We will see about that.” Heisenberg defied.

As much as he would love to keep working on your thighs, Heisenberg was convinced a good girl like you deserved more attention on other areas. That was when you finally felt his warm, soft tongue on your clit. He wasn’t much gentle, oh no, Karl was starving, feeling his pre-cum slobbering his pants, but he already knew your sweet spots so well, being an eager student when it came to your body.

He was kissing and sucking onto your bottom, having you performing an opera of groans, his tongue making you spasm under the strength of his hands. He didn’t resist anymore, accompanying you with muffled moans, delighting himself on your slickness as he slipped down, on your entrance, licking all your juice.

“That is my good girl.” He called you, getting away from you pussy as he presented two fingers to you, resting them on your bottom lip, separating it from the upper one. “Suck ‘em, kitten.” Karl demanded and you obeyed with lusty eyes.

The sensation of your mouth around his fingers made his cock painfully throb, letting out a moan from him. He wasn’t done playing with you, though. Heisenberg led his fingers inside your cosiness, holding his breath as your walls clutched them, imagining how your pussy would perfectly accept his cock.

You were so wet, he couldn’t believe you got like that all because of him, but he loved it. Karl moved his fingers inside you, they formed a slight hook, reaching your G spot easily, making you cry out. It was starting to feel too much. Then he added his tongue. The stimulation on your clit plus the penetration was getting you closer. He knew it, feeling you squeeze his digits.

“C’mon, girl, come on my fingers.” He animalistic whispered.

You couldn’t hold on any longer, feeling too sensitive around his fingers, willing to come. Your orgasm had you spasming, your body reacting to what he had done to you, giving him a delightful spectacle. He only released you when he was certain you came all the way.

“Open up.” His slobbery fingers pressing against your lips again. You tasted yourself on him like that.

“I want you inside me, Karl.” You said as soon as you could.

“And you will have it, kitten.” He promised, his hands now working on getting rid of his pants.

It was an entrancing sensation to be free at last, his neglected cock feeling the chilly air, in despair to be inside your wet comfort warmness. He rubbed his tip on your clit, enjoying himself on your sounds and humidity. Feeling you like that was testing his limits.

Anytime away from your tightness was too much. Karl grunted with the friction, stopping abruptly. He looked you deep in the eye, the sweetest and hungriest of the looks, his needs for you almost overflowing there. Then he buried himself inside you, all his length easily accepted by you lubricated cunt, making the man groan. He never got tired of your insides, his now favourite place to be.

You took his dick so well, no matter how much it seemed to you, it fit perfectly. He just stayed there for a minute, enjoying the sensation of your walls clutching his cock, which was throbbing with any small friction provoked by minor movements of your hips. Heisenberg was driving you insane, filling you with every inch, so deep inside you.

Karl couldn’t help himself anymore. His teeth met your shoulder, biting hard, at the same time as he started rocking his hips, hitting your pleasure spots like he knew them by heart – and at that point he indeed knew. All you could do was groan with his thrusts, pinching his back with your nails, forcing him to be close, not a centimetre between you too.

His pace was getting feral, his cock coming in and just half out, never willing to let you go at all. You felt just too pleasant, flooding his mind with the sensation of your pussy embracing his length. You were a beautiful mess at that point, helpless with all he had you feeling. One specific angle made you more slick, leading Heisenberg to wail, his beard scrubbing your chest.

“F-fuck, kitten.” He cursed you. “Your pussy takes me so well.” He said, gripping your waist, making you feel him even deeper.

“Karl, you’re too deep.” You cried out.

“Oh, but you can take it, right, kitten? You love it, don’t you?” Karl had you rolling your eyes in delight.

“Y-yes.” You answered, feeling closer to your high.

He felt that, leading his thumb to rub your bud, not as fast as his thrusts, but enough to make you lose your mind, not sure how you could feel so good, but this man had you entirely given on his hands.

“Come to me, kitten, I wanna feel your cunt tightening me.” His wish was an order and so you came with his words, melting in his grip, your belly spasming, to which he smiled with satisfaction.

With you pressing him this much, so juicy, he was feeling himself coming near to his end. Heisenberg let your clit go, both his hands grasping your hips, burying himself in you, shoving his dick in. It hit you multiple times, directly on a special spot, making you shiver. He felt it against his cock as you swung for him.

He had to bit his bottom lip, sounds escaping his mouth anyway. Karl was almost there, you noticed, licking his exposed scarred chest to which he moaned even more.

“Give me it all, Karl.” You begged. “I need your cum inside me, p-please.” You asked, hit by another of his savage thrusts.

It was enough for him, Heisenberg let go, releasing himself inside you, filling you entirely with his delicious cum. You felt the warmth flooding your insides while you ran your nails on his sides. He rested his body on yours, not even thinking of getting out of your embrace.

“That was… Savage, buttercup.” He confided as you started playing with his sweaty hair, his head resting on your chest.

“I could say the same about you.” You giggled, his head moving so your eyes could meet.

“It is your fault you are so delicious.” He played back.

“Well, I can see why your house symbol is a horse.” You shrugged, making him laugh hard.

You two stayed on bed for a while, relaxing after the exercise. Your nightmare’s reactions long gone after the treatment Heisenberg gave you. You almost fell asleep with the man in your arms, only not doing so when he called you to the shower where he proved one more time he really couldn’t get enough of you.

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tintentrinkerin · 3 years ago

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nothing on my tongue but hallelujah...

Rating: Explicit

Pairing:

Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Jared/various, Jared/Alex Calvert

Warnings:

Gangbang, Barebacking, Jealousy, Top Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles, Religious Cults, Power Dynamics

Summary: Jared's Cult, the "Church of Grace" is a peaceful and harmonic little community in the South. Then young Jensen appears and rocks the Cult leader's world - moreoever, it rattles Alex awake, who's been sure to be his leader's most loved member.

Written upon request

Word Count: 9.9k

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Kudos are love <3

The Divine Five Pillars of “Church of Grace”

Obedience

Purity

Community

Free Love

Kindness

The “Creed”

I believe in God, the Father and the Almighty,

who created the world, the people, the seas, the animals and the trees.

I believe in God’s son, who is his true Vicar on Earth

For he brings joy, love, community, kindness and hope.

I reject the Devil and his kin. I turn my whole existence to

the true Vicar of the Holy Father.

I hereby swear to follow the five divine rules of the Church

and give myself into the hands of God’s most graceful creation.

May He and God’s Angels lead me into Paradise.

Amen.

2 Corinthians 11:13-15

For such men are false apostles, deceitful workmen, disguising themselves as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants, also, disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds.

Siddharta Gautama

Through true honesty deeply believe that all sentient-beings are one.That all beings have the same true nature, wisdom, virtue.

If people knew how much effort it took to get an orgy going, they probably wouldn’t even bother and settle for porn instead.

Jared and Alex had to plan every monthly “gathering” very thoroughly, especially, when new recruits and adepts arrived. The new boys and girls would maybe chicken out at first, but that wouldn’t be punished. Later, yes. At their first time? No. Jared was very kind to those he found. In other communities they’d be punished right on spot. But Jared, no no, he wasn’t that barbaric. He wanted everyone to feel happy and included. Everyone had to use the headquarter’s communal showers or baths after they had an extensive cleansing plan, to purify their body and also a very intense work out session. All for purity’s sake. Jared loves purity.

The garden behind the Church of Grace’s headquarters was around 400 acres, enough space to celebrate free love, the holy spirit within all of us, and most importantly, worship the true Vicar of God on Earth. Forget Jesus.

Jared was pleased when he saw his usual very busy adepts who were about to be initiated in the second step of Priesthood. They were so eager and they had a fantastic taste in decorating. There will be a bonfire, it’s May 1st after all, one of Jared’s favorite dates for a gathering. Pagans used to celebrate Beltane, well, they still do. In tiny groups, the Wiccans and the Druids. He has no affiliations with them, but as a shepherd of his sheep he needs to be informed. Wise. He wants to be the one who can answer all their questions, give interpretations. His interpretations. His view of the world. And in his world, only his Church will bring them peace and harmony and closer to God’s grace and mercy.

The bonfire wood is piled right in the center of the garden, the part of the garden that members are allowed to see and walk on. Around the bonfire a lot of big wooden logs are placed for the followers of Jared to sit on. As soon as the fire burnt down a little bit and some chalices of holy wine were emptied and some delicious weed was consumed, the orgy might start. Jared will let the believers start first. There’s always a couple or a single horny person that will start wooing a person of their interest. Jared will join later, when the ecstasy is palpable and the adepts play the drums, letting the mass of naked bodies find their rhythm. Behind the huge pile for the bonfire, there’s Jared’s seat. A massive chair made of dark wood, polished, carvings all over. Still a thing someone could find a little too pagan, but Jared doesn’t care. The truth is what he speaks, not the others. And the truth is, that people still are just the same as in the early Middle Ages. The same things struck them with awe, and it’s not churches in white marble and Jesus hanging from crosses. Nature and it’s forces, the hidden desires. Intimate, primal and authentic. That’s his motto. No nude angel chiseled out of porcelain will make people feel this kind of raw euphoria and devotion as a bonfire and some drums do. Let the drums shake their cores and make their blood rage. This is how you make people feel their primal truth, and then, they’ll realize why doing this once a month is so freeing. They will get back to work, back to Jared’s mass, satisfied and their needs soothed. Then they will happily obey, stay pure, pray and make the community itself a functional unit of people with the same values.

And their money. It’s always gonna end up in such a community running itself, on donations, the members’ money and other things.

When the sun sets, the members of the community sit down on the wooden banks or logs, or they bring a white towel to sit on. Jared counts the members and everyone is there. Alex sits beside Jared’s chair, obeissant.

The white flowy cult dresses start billowing in the wind. Jared sits down on his chair, with a graceful flowing movement. He’s dressed in white too, linen, see through even when dry. When he sits all the heads turn to him. In the twilight of the remaining sunbeam, you could think, Jared just descended from heaven. He likes that idea. He raises his arms and in his strong, rough voice he proclaims “Brothers, sisters, it’s time for our monthly celebration. You cleansed your bodies, you prayed and did good service to the community. Now is the time to reward you, my brothers and sisters. Let’s have the holy communion, break bread and offer it to your neighbours, offer wine to your friends. Connect.” There’s faint applause and Jared puts his hand down. “No need to applaud, my dear sister, tonight, we celebrate you and your devotion and purity!”

He turns to Alex, dressed in white linen trousers. “Brother Alex will light the fire and then, brothers and sisters, enjoy the bread and wine, let your spirits flow and find your matches for tonight!”

The crowd cheers and they end the chorus with a loud and enthusiastic “Amen!”

“Amen!”Jared echoes and his voice layers upon everything else.

When he sits down and Alex lights up the fire he watches all these people, the four new recruits. A young cute redhead girl, she looks like condensed sunshine - a young boy, looks like he’s here because the redhead is here (he’d be weeded out tonight) - another redhead, looking fierce. A snake. He might take a closer look at her - and then, there is Green Eyes. The boy that Jared picked himself. Usually one of his lower assistants would pick them but this time, Jared had to intervene. He needed these assistants to weed out the no go’s just before Jared could even see them. He couldn’t check on every person willing to join, they needed to make a first sighting and then the few ones who might be of Jared’s interest, would be invited to meet the True Vicar himself. Usually, that was 10 out of 200 or even less. And Jared was just as rigorous with ditching the foul seeds. But Green Eyes was his favorite all along. Those eyes…

Alex breaks the loaf of bread and offers it to Jared. Of course, he’s on his knees and only looks up when Jared takes the half of the loaf and gives him his blessing.

“May you be blessed by our Lord and his Angels,” Jared says very formally. Alex looks up, his face has tiny sprinkles of ash on them already and his robe turned transparent from the sweat. He’s decent. Will he try as the first one today? Like always?

“May you be blessed by your Father, Our Lord and his Angels,” Alex replies until Jared gestures to him to stay up.

“Amen.”

Jared eats and then receives the wine from Alex too. That’s a golden rule. As his personal assistant, Alex receives the blessings from Jared. Just after him, anyone is able to be blessed by their Master. They share half of the bread, they will need the rest later. In this community it is not necessary to receive Jared’s blessing to consume the holy communion as his liberal practice says that any true believer in their community, on one of the 12 holy days of their community “gathering”, can offer and receive blessings from a brother or a sister. Jared’s happy about that, because blessing 120 people would make him pass out drunk and he can’t have that. He is in control. And he needs to stay in control, too.

Around him, the wine, the food are eaten and some herbal cigarettes are lit, the thick smell of weed is everywhere. Four cult members responsible for music start playing the drums and flutes now. Quietly still, just a hint that soon, the gathering will start with their original purpose. The physical and mental connection of the members with each other. Jared can already see people who are done eating, wine tipsy and a little herbally relaxed. Hands wander under togas and robes, simple shirts and wide hippie trousers. Alex stays with Jared, looking down on the obedient sheep doing what they’re supposed to do. The fabric in his crotch is tenting. One look in Alex’ face tells Jared everything.

“You won’t give up, huh?”

Alex shakes his head. “No. I will never give up.”

Jared now stands up and stretches like a cat that has just awoken and now is on their way to do some mischief. “Boy, all of you try so hard, but none of you can take it.”

“It’s about receiving your mercy,” Alex says, now sounding a little sulky.

Jared heads towards the bonfire where some couples (or more) are intertwined with each other, laying on the bare grass, sitting on logs or they found a nice spot on the white towels everyone brought. Right in the center, around the fireplace, it is too hot to sit there. Jared makes his rounds, ruffles some hair here, kisses a girl there, even helps a young girl settle on her lover’s cock.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he coos, “that’s how you show your love and devotion.”

She would be too tight and small for him though. All the women here would surely love to try again and again, but none of them would be prepared for his cock.

When he is done doing rounds around the bonfire he sits down on an empty white blanket and just like it’s natural, the free members gather around him. The drums start playing a hard and catchy rhythm.

The psychology behind music and rhythm. His members really know how to play a mass of people and put their bodies in the right directions. Alex joins and everyone respects Jared’s assistant too much to try and get Jared before him. In absolute devotion, Alex pulls Jared’s white linen pants down to his naked ankles, then off his naked feet. The participants murmur and gasp, such a delight every time. Jared didn’t wear boxer briefs or anything else underneath and so, everyone can admire his massive cock. It’s big, the erection growing strong and hard and the tip bounces against Jared’s toned six pack, above his belly button. Even Alex with his long filigrane and very skilled fingers can’t wrap around the shaft fully.

They all watch, not even Alex dares to touch him yet.

“You. Alex. Claire. You were such a good team last time. Would you show me how perfectly you harmonize?”

The blonde girl blushes deep red and Alex first raises an eyebrow. It’s clear who he wants, but he would never deny one of Jared’s commands. And that’s what it is. A command.

Alex pushes Claire on all fours, one strong hand in her hair and presses her down while he sucks on two of his fingers and then penetrates her with them. She squeals and giggles, but before Alex fucks her he knows he has to give his true interest a show, and he will. While fingering her he presses his face between her buttcheeks and starts sucking. The scene gets very loud with pleasure noises very soon and another guy asks to accompany them.

Jared supports himself with one arm and the other he uses to stroke his cock, throbbing and hot, he loves it when his followers put on such a show. He’s leaking some precum already and a boy next to him looks at it. Greedy and inexperienced. Jared doesn’t let him taste yet, and instead the nameless boy bends down to kiss Jared’s very muscular thighs. Another follower starts doing the same on the other side, everything with Jared stroking himself slowly. He wants to enjoy every minute of it. His toes are sucked on, submissive followers suck them like it’s his massive member. The first brave adepts gather around them too and Jared can’t help but smile. People stroke his hair, kiss his neck and leave their marks, but what Jared really needs is someone taking his cock like a champion. He knows he’s intimidating. Thick and lock, and even grows bigger when hard. The first adept who is bold enough to come forward is very much welcome. He has himself oiled pretty well, he smells flowery and when he sinks on Jared’s cock (just the tip!), he freezes.

“Oh… God”, he hisses, “oh my f… so big…” Jared smirks, his hands on the twink boys hips. Such a beautiful boy, Jared would love to fuck him and fill him up, but it looks like he is already failing at the tip.

“Go slow, my dear,” Jared says nonetheless. A guru can hope.

Two hands on his shoulders push the boy farther down and he cries out, half in pleasure, but also in pain. The hands disappear and the young man on Jared’s cock looks like he’s about to cry.

“It’s too much for you, hm?”

The boy nods and gets up, legs shaking. You can tell he never had a guy fuck his ass before, bonus points for using oil as lube. He might try again after he gets used to it with another cult member. He stammers an apology. Jared pulls him down for a second and presses his thumb on the boy’s forehead.

“I bless you, brother.”

It’s a ritual, it’s a necessity, or the boy will maybe consider leaving. But most of the boys, like Alex, stay close to Jared and try it again and again and again. Some people are overachievers, maybe one day it will be successful.

The boy mumbles an Amen and then strolls away, looking for another group he can find a place in. Jared still feels the tight ass of this boy and, damn, how much he loves it when they’re tight, maybe an anal virgin even, and he’s the first to fuck them. Another brother sucks him off, but he also has trouble swallowing more of Jared’s wand than just the tip. His sucking is superb, ambitious even. Drool runs down his throbbing cock, damn, he even makes delicious sounds! Jared’s head falls back and he wishes he could blow his first load, but all these attempts of his followers just leave him just ‘almost coming. The man takes him deeper now but is interrupted by heavy gagging and he has to give up. Now it’s Alex who claims to be next. Alex is the kind of guy who acts like a passionate lover with anyone, even though he only craves Jared’s attention. He’s open and gaping already, must've gotten into a very nice threeway with Kathryn and the other member. Alex sinks on Jared’s cock, his back pressed against Jared’s sweaty chest. Alex is able to take more than just Jared’s tip after extensive dilating practice or when he’s been fucked already by two or more of his brothers of the Church, but that leaves Jared only semi turned on, too. He feels loose, not as tight as when he tried it the first time and cried for several minutes because Jared’s dick almost tore him apart. It’s enough to make Jared cum and bless Alex with an intense prostate orgasm, but still Jared is not satisfied. When Alex leaves and some others follow him to the pool, he sits down again, crotch still throbbing, his need still not satisfied. Around him the orgy is at its peak, no one is alone by now, everyone is sharing their love and energies. Jared is gifted, his cock is ready again five minutes later and he mounts that ginger woman, the adept. But she winces when he’s halfway in and Jared has to pull out. She’s biter and a scratcher, her thick accent is sexy and he makes her cum multiple times with his tongue and fingers, but he holds back now, he waits for the perfect one. Someone to form a union with. A tight one, but skilled and resilient. A man that can take his cock and even if it hurts a little, push through.

Jared sinks down on one of the blankets, lies down and stares in the clear starry night, a follower brings him a pillow and others massage his thighs and arms, his feet. God, yes, his feet are so sensitive. Another guy shyly asks if he may be of service and when Jared opens his eyes and looks up it’s Green Eyes. He hasn’t seen the boy since the beginning of the orgy. Jared immediately hikes up and shoos his other followers away.

“Sure, sit with me.”

The boy with the forbidden pretty pouty lips, the rough voice and piercing green eyes sits down, facing the self proclaimed Vicar of God.

“You want to be of service, what was your name again? I’m sorry that I have to ask, I am terrible with names – most people change theirs after initiation anyway and that’s what stays in my memory.”

Green Eyes looks at him. “I’m Jensen.”

“Hello Jensen. I’m glad you came to our monthly free love gathering. Is that the kind of religious practice you seek?”

A girl offers them some bread and a chalice of wine, plus some mushrooms on the side.

“It would be an honor, Jensen, to break the bread and drink the wine with you. Mushrooms are not mandatory if you’re allergic to that kind.”

Jensen grins and echoes the girl’s “amen” and gives her a smile. It’s gotten a bit quiet around them, some followers watch Jared and his new recruit very, very closely.

“I don’t want to break the protocol, who is supposed to break the bread and offer it?” Jensen asks with a shy grin. Jared chuckles.

“We do not have a strict protocol, not on these special nights when we celebrate freedom and harmony. And free love. When we surrender to our primal instinct, you understand?”

Jensen nods seriously. “Yes, I get that.”

He rips off a piece of loaf then a second and offers one to Jared without the ceremonial motto. Jared ignores that (at least today) and receives the bread. “May you be blessed by our Lord and his Angels,” he says, presses his thumb on Jensen’s forehead and mumbles an “Amen”. Jensen echoes again, then takes a bite. When he’s done Jared offers him the wine with the same motto, and this time Jensen copies it, even though the Vicar is addressed during that sentence with “May you be blessed by your Father, our Lord and his Angels”. He will learn that, Jared will make sure of it.

No one dares to come any closer after they’ve been offered shrooms, bread and wine. Some couples, or whole piles of copulating people don’t care what’s around them but some very devoted followers of Jared’s doctrine watch their Messiah and the new man very closely. Some are envious. Some are in awe of these two beautiful men sharing the body of Jesus Christ (strictly speaking Jared’s ‘brother’, just a few thousand years earlier) in such a manner. Jared’s tanned body glistens in the light and sparks of the bonfire and his hair started curling a little lately. Several people’s eyes turn wet. Given the beauty of their leader. Or given the fact there’s a new boy in town. And this boy is too pretty for his own good.

The wine is dry and aromatic, nothing you would just chug down and Jensen and Jared empty four chalices which are refilled by a maid that was brave enough to disturb her leader and the new recruit. It’s gotten chill and the bonfire shrinks and shrinks, some members of the Church try to revive it for a little longer and throw thick and heavy branches on it, along with brushwood that would burn easily and then transfer the fire over to the branches.

Just like in the 16th up to the 18th century – this is how you build a pyre to burn witches.

Jensen carefully, even a little shy now, lays a hand on Jared’s leg. The leader is surprised, given his attitude and behaviour he didn’t count on Jensen to take part in the orgy, he seemed more the watching type. The bonfire reflects in his intense green eyes and Jared feels an aching towards his new recruit.

Now he realizes that Jensen’s white shorts are tenting. The way he looks up at Jared, through his thick blonde eyelashes it’s absolutely acting. Jensen is not that shy. Maybe a little.

“The others told me…” Jensen started, “that I should under no circumstances give in to your… advances. You would, how did they say… tear me apart…? I wonder why…”

Jared snorts as an answer. Amused. His followers keep saying this to either see if someone’s brave enough to come forward right in their first few months here or if they’ll chicken out.

“Well!” He has to laugh again. “Look, I think you’ve… you’ve watched a little without participating in this celebration, right? You’re still dressed, to my dismay!”

Jensen blushes, one hand on his crotch. Now, this reaction is a little more honest.

“I can, I mean…”

Jared laughs louder now and then lays his hand on Jensen’s, that is covering his erect penis.

“Don’t make it awkward, Jensen, it’s fine. Not many participate in their first orgy and you are not obliged to, either. This is about free love. Father gave us free will for a reason. Because without free will, there is no love on this Earth.”

There’s one streak of Jensen’s chin long hair, it’s styled but now the hairspray or the gel isn’t working it’s magic anymore. Jared brushes the strand behind Jensen’s ear. He’s closer to the recruit now and Jensen’s hand under his pulls away for the messiah to feel what’s underneath.

“Regarding your concern about ripping you apart… I would never. But as you can see…”

Jensen’s eyes fixate on Jared’s growing cock and he gulps visibly.

“Yes, I…”, he looks up again, doe eyed and his mouth slightly opened, his pink silky tongue wets his lips.

“You have the face of an angel, do you know that? I wonder what hides behind that…”

Jared’s voice is low and rough now, he groans when under his fingers Jensen’s cock jumps.

“Jared, but… what if I can’t--”

“Shush, I’ll prepare you for it. And we have masses of oils. We’ll go slow. Very slow.”

A whisper erupts amongst the witnesses, their leader and idol! – wooing Jensen. A newbie. Some figures in the dark hurry for more oil, whole cans of it, juices, towels and fresh clothes. This is a choreography of duty to care for Jared. Everyone knows this is an occasion they won’t be able to witness that often. So far only one person could take Jared’s cock and fulfill his most aching wish.

It’s Alex’s now hated duty to bring it all over to the blanket where Jensen climbs in Jared’s lap, panting faintly between two very passionate kisses. There’s fresh bread, more wine, water from the Church’s own well, fresh clothes for both and a big bottle of lube, oil based. It will stain every inch of fabric it’ll meet. Jared doesn’t even look up at him when he retreats, but he throws a ‘thank you’ in his direction. As soon as Alex is out of reach he is forgotten.

Jared takes his time with this one. His commune members are in such harmony with each other already that prolonged foreplay isn’t necessary, but of course encouraged. Jensen is vocal, moans in their kisses and Jared loves the effort and the devotion he shows already. Jared pulls Jensen’s clothes off and bathes in the glow of this beautiful sight. Jensen’s skin is flawless, soft. It’s a joy touching him. Jensen pulls him in another kiss and arches in the leader’s strong arms - so responsive, in every way!

“I want to try it,” Jensen then whispers, shakily.

“What exactly?”

“Take you. Suck you.”

Jared chuckles and gets up, pulls Jensen along on his lap. Jensen’s hand is big, he has deliciously thick fingers and Alex would appreciate some good fingering from him. He should introduce these two a little later

Jensen slides between Jared’s legs, who’s supporting himself with his arms to be able to watch Jensen try and gag on his cock. Jared senses some of his sisters and brothers coming closer, silently, to not interrupt them in their exploration ritual. He can’t blame them for being curious, and this is the exact purpose of their monthly gathering. Enjoy each other freely.

Jensen’s mouth waters and when he opens his lips, a thick streak of drool runs down his face and chin. He doesn’t hesitate to bend down and wrap his lips around Jared’s tip.

A moment of breathless silence from everywhere.

Jensen. slides. deeper.

Jared moans and his head falls between his shoulder blades, so that he can see the clear starry night sky.

He will stop now, it’s too much. Oh God it’s too much, he can’t do it, Jared thinks, and then he starts praying Please let him go deeper.

Jensen’s mouth feels tight, soft, and hot and he produces so much drool, it makes it messy. Perfectly messy. Jared’s head falls foward again and he watches Jensen taking him inch by fucking inch. Jared’s cock disappears in Jensen’s tight throat to the root. Jared stays perfectly still and tries to not even move a hair’s breadth. Jensen’s hand slightly presses on Jared’s stomach and then pulls away slowly. Painfully slowly, while working Jared’s incredibly thick shaft with his tongue. As soon as he’s able to look up to Jared everyone can see streaks of tears in his angelic face and his flushed cheeks. He keeps on working Jared’s tip, circling the bundle of nerves under the tip and then, with a high pitched gasp, pulls away completely.

He looks over to Jared and smiles. “Did I do good?”

Jared nods. It’s been ages since someone took him completely. It takes all of his willpower to not grab in Jensen’s hair and force his mouth down again to suck him off.. and then fuck his recruit’s face. He would gag and whine so pretty…. Jared needs a moment to breathe in and out very deeply, call himself to reason.

“You are perfect,” he says, his voice shaky. “By the Angels, you are the best.”

Jensen blushes even deeper and looks away. He notices the other believers have gathered around them. Jared combs through his hair. He feels that Jensen now really is shy.. that’s not a show.

“Don’t bother, my dear. They won’t touch you if you don’t want to. I’m here for you and only you. Okay?”

Jensen nods. “So I really did good? Did no one before me take you that deep? I mean it’s a bit tricky but -”

Some of the watchers moan.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“They all tried, dear. And failed. I guess you just earned yourself a title.”

Some of the watchers lurk in the dark, some are illuminated by the fainting bonfire. The sound of drums is gone. Jared watches Jensen look around and get used to it, after all. Then he turns to Jared and grins.

“I will work to keep the title then…,”

Jared pushes his delicious mouth on his cock again, and yes, fuck, holy fuck YES, Jensen can take him. He takes him so deep that Jared can feel his throat tighten and contract, but he’s not gagging in the bad way. Tears fall and drool runs down his reasonably thick shaft. Jared’s hand grips in Jensen’s hair and pulls. Jensen utters a surprised but pleased moan and keeps going faster and faster. One hand sneaks around Jared’s balls and massages them. Jared’s hips buck up and Jensen needs a break for a second, deep, hectic breathing, his teary eyes, the rest of the bonfire glistens in his eyes. Jared has a hard time holding back his possessive nature when Jensen just worships him like that. Faint and aroused moans around them show Jared that the others enjoy Jensen’s show as well. Some couples even have started fucking. Girls stand close by, rubbing their swollen and wet parts.

“Look around,” he orders Jensen, “look around, how much love you spark.”

“Your voice… so deep… so much deeper,” Jensen is still fighting for breath. It makes Jared only crazier.

“That’s you, you do that to me.”

Jensen’s hand is still stroking him. Jared would be ready to come just now, preferably he’d shoot his massive load right in his throat, but what he wants even more, what’s the source of the deepest aching is the longing to finally be inside someone fully. He wants to ram his cock in Jensen up to the root and make him come first, then Jared could let go.

“You’re close,” Jensen whispers and presses a kiss on Jared’s lips. “I swallow if you’re into that…”

Jared’s answer is a low and growl. “What I really want…”

“Let me guess… you want to fuck me? Here in front of all these people?”Jensen sounds out of breath, thrilled, over excited. His hands are shaking when he pulls himself on Jared’s lap.

Jared holds him close, his raging, painfully hard cock pressing on Jensen’s asshole. It’s slick from all this spit, but he wouldn’t dare to just enter him now, without warning. Without giving him something to chew on while Jared has to push his way in.

“Free love. My pleasure is their pleasure,” Jared manages to say. He’s very proud to have that uttered in a manner that makes him seem still in control of himself.

Jensen laughs quietly and then climbs down Jared’s lap. He stands up. And everyone can take a look at this beautiful body, shaped by God to strike people in awe. His own cock is thick and looks just delicious, Jared might want to get a taste one day, too. Then Jensen turns around and lowers on all fours, his perfectly shaped ass in Jared’s direction, head down, almost submissive.

“Make your pleasure my pleasure,” he whispers, only Jared seems to hear it.

Men and women formed a crescent around them now, the opening pointing to the dying fire. Jared licks his lips while he squeezes a very lavish amount of oil in his hand. He doesn’t cover his cock yet, he will help Jensen first. He enters him with one finger and Jensen bucks away first, in surprise but then lowers himself on the finger, starts fucking himself with it. His broken and sweet moans make Jared’s blood boil and also the participants around them start jerking harder. One hand gesture from Jared, and his followers stop. They shouldn’t finish before Jensen does, that’s just and right.

“More,” Jensen demands, looking behind him with big teary eyes. His pupils are tiny and the iris of a thick and rich green. Jared gives him more. Jensen literally sucks the second finger in and when Jared starts massaging his prostate from outside with his thumb, Jensen cries out, stretching more and swallowing Jared’s long fingers to the root. He gasps tiny “oh god’s” and “fuck’s”. And then Jared isn’t able to hold the urge back and test if Jensen really is what Jared needs. Someone who fits him. He covers his long member with a lot of oil and also spreads generous amounts around Jensen’s anus.

“You think you’re ready, yeah?”

Jensen nods. “Positive.”

He even grabs his buttcheeks and pulls them apart, Jared has perfect sight of his slightly mouthing, dilated hole and all he has to do… He gulps violently, but then places his tip on Jensen’s entrance and sloooowly pushes in. Inch for inch. Jensen has to let go of his buttcheeks and his hands press on Jared’s hips.

“Holy… sh…”, Jensen huffs, “Is swearing even allowed?”

“Too much?”

“It’s a lot, but not too much… fuck…”

Jensen breathes heavily but slowly, as slowly as Jared goes, his hands don’t push against him anymore and Jared can slide in even deeper. He’s amazed by how Jensen’s hole just swallows him, inch by delicious inch. He’s tight, extremely tight, thanks to the thick oily lube he won’t be hurt. Quite the opposite. Jared pushes in, freezes and rubs over Jensen’s back, soothing him. Jensen doesn’t need that much soothing though, after a few seconds of Jared holding perfectly still and just twothree inches away from going inside all the way he sinks against Jared’s hips, taking him fully with a low, needy moan that seems to last an eternity.

“Please… move…” he moans, while Jared still holds Jensen’s hips and stares. Just stares in awe.

He really did it.

Jared can’t believe it’s really happening, that he feels so close to someone, again, finally, after such a long time. As he doesn’t start moving, Jensen rolls his hips back and forth, his back stretches and his hands clawing in the blanket. He just fucks himself on Jared’s member, doesn’t wait any longer and the moans he utters are - there is no other word -- they’re downright vulgar. It shows how much he lets go and it washes Jared away, his fingertips dig into Jensen’s hips as he meets his recruit’s pace. Now Jensen cries out, the words and moans just drop from his lips, he wants more, and Jared can feel how greedy he is.

The audience around them is a choir of pleasure sounds, each of them takes Jared up so high he feels like he’s more than drunk. More than high. He feels like he’s elevating.

“Jared… Harder!”

Jared fucks him harder. Jensen around him stretches and clenches like he wants to milk him dry, make him cum, but not now. It’s too good to let it end too early, he’s been starved too long and he wants to enjoy every second of fucking this angelic but oh so slutty adept. No one ever met his pace, wanted to be fucked harder and harder, no one asked to be sore, but Jensen does.

His moans are so loud his voice breaks and trails off, chokes on his own sounds. Jared loses it at this point, he grips in Jensen’s glossy hair and pulls him on his knees, closer to his body. Pounding his ass now makes beautiful wet sounds. Jensen leans on Jared’s chest and reaches for the prophet’s ass to push him deeper. And deeper.

“Can’t get enough, huh?”Jared growls, his hand in Jensen’s hair is pulling stronger, the other on Jensen’s hip holds him steady. “Want every inch of me?”

Jensen nods, sobbing. “Yes, never been fucked so good… just how I need --” He can’t even finish the sentence, Jared’s mighty deep thrusts make his voice fade into a cry. “Oh, God!”

Jared needs to slow down just for a bit, give himself time to breathe and hold back the orgasm that’s building up. He’ll shoot a massive load for sure, he wants it to be worth it. He bites Jensen’s neck and feels the violent shudder. They cling onto each other, hands in hair, fingernails scratching and leaving red trails.

“No, no, don’t stop now… I’m so close,” Jensen huffs, turns his head to Jared, their lips meet and Jared kisses him until both are too breathless, too close to be gentle or patient.

When Jared picks up his pace again it’s only a matter of a few seconds until Jensen cries out and sinks back on all fours, hiding his face in the blanket. He doesn’t have to touch himself to cum, with a loud and guttural sound he spills. And spills. It’s such a mindblowing orgasm. Everything about it is perfect. Jensen’s moans, how he pulls out handfuls of grass. His clenching asshole around Jared. The amount of cum he splatters on the sheets. Jared bends forward, pulls Jensen’s face up and turns it to the crowd.

“Let them look at you,” he hisses, “share the love.”

And then Jared cums, grunting and thrusting as deep as he can. His cock pumps and pumps masses. He’s never come so hard, so long, so satisfying. For a couple of seconds he doesn’t know anymore where he ends and Jensen begins, that’s how good and intimate it feels. Jensen’s tightness squeezes him tight and makes it impossible to move or pull out.

Jared collapses on Jensen’s back. He’s dizzy. He needs a moment.

Around them the noises turn from moans to grunts. Heavy breathing. Jared gestures to the watchers to stop jerking. He wants to have Jensen for himself for another moment when he pulls out. Jensen winces underneath him but his face just shows blissful exhaustion. Jared loves to watch his cum pouring out his partner’s holes and it’s no different tonight. Not after this divine intervention. Not after he’s been blessed with such a partner.

It’s a lot. Jensen turns his head to Jared, his face puffy and red, strands of wet blonde hair on his forehead. And now there’s the hint of a smirk.

“Did I do well?” he asks.

“I think you know…” Jared replies.

His hand strokes Jensen’s still half hard cock and Jensen moans. So sensitive. Next time, Jared might return the favor and suck that pretty cock.

“Your brothers and sisters want to show you how much they enjoyed watching you.”

Jensen looks around, then back to Jared.

Now the smirk is undeniable.

“Let ‘em come.”

Jared gets up, his muscular body beaming in the light of the moon and embers of the fire. He feels like he’s about to rise above anything and anyone. This union has given him the deepest peace he could ever feel. He still feels painfully hard and when he looks down he still is. His glossy cock perks up, but he won’t take Jensen a second time and risk really tearing him apart.

Jensen is on his knees, arms stretched forward like a satisfied lioness, sticking out his freshly bred ass to the audience.

“Children. Time to welcome Jensen in your midst.”

Alex approaches Jared to wash him off with a fresh wet cloth and a sponge while the others gather around Jensen. No one touches the recruit, after Jared united with him, but he will be showered in attention and much more.

Two days later, Jensen is still a bit sore.

He didn’t sleep much on the night of the celebration, he’s been too hyped, too high from the rush of alcohol, adrenaline and sex. Especially the sex. He can still feel Jared’s massive pole in his ass and everytime he gives in to the memory he shudders and feels his white robe tent.

Everything in this commune is white. The community houses in which the members live, white. The Church, white. Jared’s residence, white. The only thing that seems to be different is the massive wooden chair in which Jared sat during the celebration and watched his followers unify.

The blankets are white, the towels, the plates. Purity is an important pillar of this group, and everyone who’s not familiar with the customs might argue that collective orgies aren’t really pure, but Jensen knows better already. Purity is based on keeping your body healthy. The diet here isn’t vegan, but the community has their own farm. 120 people need food and water. Most of them live and work here. On the farm where vegetables and fruits are grown seasonally, or they take care of the cattle, pigs and chickens. Others help keep the houses intact.

Days are warm, the nights are pitchblack, there’s a lake and a river closeby. Women wash the clothes of the community. There is no “mine” and “yours” in the Church. There is only “we” and “us” and “our”.

Jensen has his own room, because the morning after the orgy, after the morning prayers and morning sports, in the great hall at breakfast, Jared proclaimed that Jensen was indeed heaven sent. Chosen by the Angels. That makes him special enough to have his own room for a while and it helps him acclimate in this environment. Most new members need that. They come from their picket fence life in the suburbs or the pulsing lives of a big city. They had day jobs, night jobs, family, addictions and almost everyone of them has been materially wealthy.

Everything that keeps them away from living a pure, devoted life with God is taken away here. Jared provides everything they need.

Some take a week to find their place in the community, some struggle for years. Some pack their bags as soon as they realize that the sense community here also consists of freedom in love, friendships. Children are born in this community and are raised by everyone, not only their genetic parents. No one here claims to own someone or something.

Well.

At least they say so.

Alex’s room is - as it’s appropriate for his position - in Jared’s residence. This morning he decided to cut his shoulder long, honey blond hair and trim his long beard.

Purity doesn’t mean to be shaven clean or have short hair. Purity comes from the heart, free will and the ability to love. Alex doubts he is quite pure at the moment. The community is free of the toxicity of a material life - in the community, you don’t aspire to climb up ranks. There are simply only three ranks. The community, Alex, Jared. Jared is their natural leader, it is supposed to be like that. Alex is chosen. Alex is confident.

He was. His heart is full of love for the cause and for Jared.

Until a few nights before he looked in the mirror every morning and smiled at his reflection. Because the reflection showed him a confident young man of faith. Full of love, not bound but blessed with free will.

Then, his heart started to hurt.

Now he hates his blue eyes, he hates his long hair, he hates the beard. He hates that he isn’t able to provide Jared the one thing he ached for.

It feels like an inconsistency of Jared’s teachings. Or Alex just isn’t at the point of enlightenment he always thought he was. He finds the fault in himself rather than Jared. But he likes it most thinking that it’s Jensen’s fault.

Jensen with the dazzling green eyes that tantalize Alex. And his damn ability to merge with Jared. Something no one in the community ever could provide.

Alex hates that someone other than him satisfies Jared in any way.

When he looks in the mirror he sees the man who came here all these years ago when Jared’s predecessor was still alive. The man who crashed here after drugs and sex addiction ruined his life.

Growth is something that never stops. And any day you don’t work through your struggles puts you one step further away from divinity and back into the life of materiality and toxicity.

Jared mustn’t know.

Alex stares blankly in the mirror while he shaves his beard off. Completely.

It takes a few days generally for the community to calm down after such a night. Jared knows that. He feels sore himself, but in a good, satisfying way. His community is thriving, they have new members. Fresh blood. The prayers are inspiring. Jared insists on holding the divine services all by himself. These days he’s beaming with love and the rich and satisfying feeling of being connected. This is Jensen’s merit. His sensuality, his sexual aura, everything about him reminds Jared of the Archangel Michael, the fiery son of God who guarded Eden. Everything about Jensen seems to set Jared on fire. And not only Jared. The others feel it too. The women, the men, everyone stares when he passes. It takes Jared a lot of introspection, prayer and exercise to not just drag him back in his bed. Jared is known for being considerate, kind, and balanced. He leads these people on their path to God and divinity, he is their idol. The true Vicar of the Holy Father. Preferring Jensen in his first month here would weaken his own strong will. He’s sure this man is sent by his Father to heal his hurts, but he needs to care for his community first.

Jared must not be selfish. He obeys the Lord and he will follow His guidance wherever it may take him. When he knows that his community is safe.

After morning’s prayer and exercise Jared retreats to the communal bath. Alex prepared everything like always. He’s shaven clean and his hair is way shorter than before. While Jared sinks in the hot tub, Alex hesitates to accompany him. He looks bitter. Some of the old worry lines reappeared. Jared makes an inviting gesture.

“Come in, Alex.”

Today, Jared notices, it sounds like more than an order.

Alex first shakes his head, but then looks up and his face softens. The lines disappear. He undresses and joins Jared for a bit.

Jared pulls him on his lap, it’s unusual for Alex to be physically distant. He recognizes his assistant has a razor cut on his chin. He runs his thumb just right under it and Alex inhales sharply.

“Why did you shave your beard?” he asks.

Alex looks away, bites his lip. His tooth gap is adorable.

“I didn’t like it anymore.”

Jared frowns.

“Do you doubt yourself?”

A scoff. Jared knows he just hit a nerve. Alex never scoffs at him.

“It’s just hair,” he replies. Now he even sounds a bit defiant.

“Alexandros.”

Alex stiffens. Jared has a habit of calling him by his full name when he fucks up, just like a mother would.

Jared cups his face and looks straight in those bright blue eyes and he sees the vulnerable boy that Alex still is. His progress is phenomenal, but part of him will always stay in the darkness he escaped.

Alex writhes but doesn’t honestly struggle against him.

“Your looks are not important. Be careful with your heart.”

A faint nod. Jared kisses his forehead, then his lips. Suddenly no writhing, no defiance, no stubborn behavior. Alex is pliant. Good.

“I have to go”, Alex mumbles, “I have to prepare our departure to Seattle… Our original flight was cancelled…”

Jared nods. Actually he has no desire to attend this event, but as the leader of this religious community, he has to fulfill some duties. Like going to charity events. It’s not that he hates charity, quite the contrary, as a son of God, it’s his pleasure and deepest wish to make the world a better place, but he hates the whole attention. He hates being compared to apocalypse cults or worse. His teachings are as pure as they can get under given pretenses and the struggle of humanity to overcome the Great Tribulation.

Alex knows. “I know you don’t want to go. But I will make it worth the trip.”

“You always do.”

Alex gets up with slightly shaky legs and a very impressive erection. When he jumps back in his clothes he even turns away. Suddenly he is so shy. When they’re back from Seattle, Jared will have to hold some very intense prayer and service sessions with Alex. He seems in need of healing. And that’s what Jared was chosen for. Provide for people like Alex.

Alex isn’t gone for five minutes when Jared hears a shuffling behind him.

“Did you forget something, Alexandros?”

Someone’s clearing their throat and it’s not Alex. When Jared turns around he sees Jensen standing in the entrance, blushing and looking at his feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… umm, am I disturbing you?”

Jared’s face lights up and he turns around fully, crossing his arms on the brim of the pool. Jensen is in his white robe, bread crumbs along his collar. He probably just ate breakfast. His hair is messy.

“Not at all,” Jared replies, “usually, I don’t have guests when I bathe but you’re welcome to join today. You’re new, you can’t know.”

Jensen frowns. “Alex doesn’t count as a guest?”

“No. He is wherever I am, unless he doesn’t want to be.”

Now Jensen’s eyes glow.

“Like now?”

Jared grins.

“You are a cheeky one, aren’t you?” he asks.

Jensen stands there, looking at him like he’s about to say ‘yes’, but ultimately doesn’t.

Jared gestures. “Come in already.”

Ruffling of clothes tells him that his recruit followed his wish and now gets undressed. A moment later Jensen slides in the water beside Jared, about an arm’s length away. His cheeks turn pink.

“Are you well?”Jared asks, just as the caretaker of his people, he is always worried about them. Always ready to provide care if needed or wanted.

Jensen’s teint turns even brighter. Ah. The orgy. It was surely his first time.

“I mean, I think I got a little rough with you there,” the leader admits.

Jensen shakes his head a little, a shy smile and a dreamy gaze show that Jensen might indeed be well. It would be reassuring to hear it though.

“No, no, it wasn’t rough at all but I would lie if I said I don’t still feel you inside me. It was a very world-shaking experience.”

“Uh-huh,” Jared replies, “it was.”

The memory alone makes Jared’s body fill with a need to do it again. Just right here. His pliant and slick body, how hot and tight and damn, how responsive and eager he was to take his cock. And that he succeeded!

Jensen turns to him, comes a little closer to get in touch, physically and Jared is very fond of the idea to have him close. Without a word, Jensen’s hand under the water’s surface, lays a hand on Jared’s thigh. Very close to his member. Flaccid. Yet. And still very big. Jared knows he’s gifted with this large cock and people who can take it, they won’t want anything else after they’ve tried it.

“I wondered, why, umm, everyone treats me like I’m super special, you do too…” Jensen’s eyes are fixated on the tiny waves his hand causes when he strokes along Jared’s thigh. “What makes me special?”

That is a very interesting question and Jared needs some time to think about it. Take deep breaths. It also shows that his new member has not ingrained all of the lore of the Church of Grace. That’s normal. No one knows it by heart after joining so recently.

“Being special is a gift from the Lord, my Father. Everyone is special in their unique way. Take Alex. He’s devoted and tough, loyal and very good at organizing things. Ruth and Judith, you probably crossed their paths already, they’re the best cooks I’ve ever been blessed to taste. Also they are very skilled in sculpting. Everyone is special. Some special things seem to be common, like, so many people on this Earth are talented cooks, tailors, musicians, yogis. And you, you are special, because you give me a feeling of unity in such a primal way, it may seem succinct or superficial. What is it worth, being able to take me? It might not be special to others, but to me this is a thing that brings me peace. And this peace, I can multiply, share it with my people. And by the Lord, it’s not only your physical perks. The way your brothers and sisters here look at you. Some are jealous, but most see in you the most important addition to the community in years. You have a spark in you and you will do great things for the Church. I’m sure of it.”

Jensen stares and Jared notices the slight squint of his deep green eyes. His utter beauty is a gift to humanity already. He radiates purity. If he knows that?

“Is that understandable for you?” Jared asks. He lays a hand in Jensen’s neck and gently squeezes. Pulls him closer. Just an inch but it’s enough to feel Jensen way better and catch his vibes.

“Yes, it is,” Jensen says, “I’m glad this community welcomed me, I’m glad I met you.”

Now he wraps his hand around Jared’s shaft, which is still too much and he won’t be able to embrace it completely.

“I was worried, I am worried, it will be the only time to be close to you.”

“You will be close to me every day. At the service, at the monthly celebration. We share everything here.”

“But, can I be alone with you, just like now?” Jensen huffs, his grip tightens. Jared is just a man, his body reacts and he grows hard, so big that the tip would break the water surface now if Jensen let go.

“I’m a man of my people, I will not deny you. To be honest, yes, I invite you to be with me.”

It would be so easy to lift Jensen up and let him sink down on his cock. It would be amazing to feel him right now. But he is still a little sore. Complete physical unity has to wait.

“Jared…” A sigh. “What you made me feel that night… I think I felt closer to my true self than ever.”

“I’m glad this is helping you. There will be a lot of occasions for you to discover your deepest self, your fears, your worries… Everything will come to light and I know, you will overcome, you will shine and rise above your plain human being.”

Jensen’s hand moves now. He knows how to touch a man, strictly physical. It's a mechanical reaction after all, but when Jared looks deep into these green eyes he discovers his own need and how much he suffered without a mate that would be close to him.

“Tell me, how do you like it… I feel it, I need it… you need it…?”

“I long for it.”

Jared wraps his hand around Jensen’s to guide him with the strokes.

He wants it to build up slowly, and his hand on Jensen’s neck holds him steady, whispering his instructions to keep eye contact, when to slow down and when to get faster. And Jensen is all in with it, he’s passionate, his tiny moans and curses, just from seeing Jared, make it extra hot. Actually Jared doesn’t need to climax here, because the mere anticipation of his partner is more than satisfying. They sink in a kiss when Jared’s instructions turn into a breathless staccato of ‘yes like that’s. He’s noisy when he comes and jerks in Jensen’s hand, forceful first but rapidly turning lazy and soft.

“Teach me more,” Jensen whispers, his face burning red, making his freckles pop even more.

Jared's head sinks on Jensen’s chest.

“About what?”

“About, what you like, how you like it… how we… connect… unify… Physically, I know… I can do that,” Jensen bites his lip.

“But you don’t know how it works spiritually?”Jared asks, placing a kiss on Jensen’s freckled shoulder.

“Is that a stupid question?”

A headshake. Why should it be? But Jared knows, Jensen is insecure, he longs for answers and guidance.

“Believe me, you didn’t ask a stupid question so far. You crave unity?”

Jensen nods.

“Just like you do.”

“I would love to show you more of it. But I will have to go to a congress in Seattle in three days. Alex and I will be gone and you’ll be on your own for a couple of days,” Jared replies. There is indeed some longing in his voice.

“Oh, that is… it will be long and I’m new, I…”

Jared clicks his tongue while he combs Jensen’s hair. “You don’t have to worry, everyone will take care of you. They will do what I’d do. You will be shown around.”

Jensen shakes his head. His muscles stiffen just lightly.

“That’s not my worry, but- I wish I could be with you.”

This causes Jared’s eyebrows to raise. He wants to be with Jensen, too. Show him the world that Jared lives in and help with the settling. It’s hard to find a place in a community. Jared also fears (and hopes) that Jensen found a way in his heart.

“You are with me. And you will be. You belong to the community now.”

Jensen winds.

“I mean… could you… I would like to go to Seattle. With you…”

“And Alex,” Jared corrects.

“And Alex,” Jensen confirms.

There is no reason to say ‘no’, but there is also no reason to say ‘yes’ that is justifiable. Jensen is new. But he’s shown commitment and he wants to learn. They would bond. Jared wants it. Badly.

“Will it put your heart at ease when I say yes?”

Jared smiles and it’s a knowing one. Jensen smiles. He also knows.

“Yes, it would.”

The way Jensen smiles and blushes is cute, maybe a little staged. Jared’s not an idiot, he knows that Jensen is wooing him. Trying to impress. Wants to appeal. He already does, there is no need to be overly pliant. Jared enjoys the attention though, who would judge him for it? He presses a kiss on Jensen’s lips and their hug turns closer, just like the last minutes of touching didn’t exist. Jared wouldn’t complain about that, either.

“Thank you,” he utters before he can think it through.

“For what?”

Jared squeezes Jensen’s growing cock.

“For giving me - peace.”

Peace is not the only thing Jared wants to thank his disciple for, but Jensen’s soft moan drowns any further thoughts. He wants to merge. Now. He doesn’t want to wait. Not for them to be in his room or Jensen’s. Just take him here.

Alex listens to the quiet conversation that turns into moans and splashing, Jared’s deep and ground shaking grunts. He would be a big fat liar if he claimed to be untouched by it, even Jensen’s soft noises make him rock hard. But what he feels in his heart and what he feels in his body, these two things diverge wildly from each other. He shoves a hand in his pants and hates himself for it. But who he hates more is Jensen. He will take Jared away from him.

That mustn’t happen.

Alex has to do something about it. Soon.

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