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OHHHHHH😈🗣️‼️you wired⚡🔌me awake🛌💤And hit🤛🤛🤛me💆with a hand🖐️ of broken🪚 nails🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨YEAAAHHHH😈🗣️‼️you👉 tied➰ my💆lead🏌️ and pulled🤌👊 my🧑‍🦰 chain⛓️⛓️To watch👀my blood🩸🩸🩸begin to boil💧🔥♨️BUT I'M GONNA BREAK‼️‼️🗣️🗣️, I'M GONNA BREAK MYYYYY‼️‼️🗣️🗣️I'M GONNA BREAK MY RUSTY CAGE AND RUN🗣️🗣️‼️‼️⛓️⛓️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️💨💨YEAH I'M GONNA BREAK‼️‼️🗣️🗣️, I'M GONNA BREAK MYYYYY‼️‼️🗣️🗣️I'M GONNA BREAK MY RUSTY CAAAAAAAAAAGE🗣️🗣️‼️‼️⛓️⛓️ and RUUUUN🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️💨💨💨‼️‼️Too cold❄️🧣to start a fire🔥🔥🔥I'm burning🔥🔥diesel⛽, burning🔥🔥dinosaur bones🦖☠️YEAAAAAH😈🗣️‼️, I'll take the river🌊🌊down to still water🚰💧And RRRRIDE 🏇🏇A PACK OF DOGS😈😈‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🐶🐶BUT I'M GONNA BREAK‼️‼️🗣️🗣️, I'M GONNA BREAK MYYYYY‼️‼️🗣️🗣️I'M GONNA BREAK MY RUSTY CAGE AND RUN🗣️🗣️‼️‼️⛓️⛓️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️💨💨YEAH I'M GONNA BREAK‼️‼️🗣️🗣️, I'M GONNA BREAK MYYYYY‼️‼️🗣️🗣️I'M GONNA BREAK MY RUSTY CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE🗣️🗣️‼️‼️⛓️⛓️ and RUUUUN🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️💨💨💨‼️‼️Hit like a Phillips🪛🪛head🐵🙆 into my brain😔🧠🤯It's gonna☠️be too dark⚫⚫☁️☁️to sleep again🙈💤😴🛌Cutting🔪 my teeth🪥😬on bars🛢️ and rusty chains⛓️⛓️⛓️I'M GONNA BREAK MY RUSTY CAAAAAAAAAAGE🗣️🗣️‼️‼️⛓️⛓️ and RUUUUN🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️💨💨💨‼️When the forest🌲🌲 burns🔥ALONG THE ROOOAD🔥🌲😈🗣️Like God's👼 eyes👀 in my headlights🔦💡And when the dogs🐶🐕🐾🐩 are looking🔍 for their bones🍖🍖🍖And it's raining☔🌧️ icepicks❄️⛸️🏒 on your steel shore🔩⛱️Well, I'm gonna break‼️😈⛓️, I'm gonna break MYYY🗣️⛓️I'm gonna😱🙅 break my rusty💪💪 cage and run⛓️⛓️⛓️💪💪😱😱😈😈Well, I'm gonna break💪💪⛓️⛓️‼️‼️, I'm gonna break my😈😈😱😱🙅🙅⛓️💪💪I'm gonna break my rusty cage and ruuuuuuuuun⛓️⛓️😱😱‼️‼️😈😈💪💪

"kill them with kindness" WRONG. hand🖐️ of broken🪚 nails🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨🔩🔩🔩🔨🔨🔨

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shiversdownyerspine · 3 years

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11. Tempt

The Swedes can be such bullies.

18+

Axel's chest rises and falls with deep even breaths, but other than that, the man is motionless. Reaching the door, the creak of the handle breaks the peace as he takes a single step forward.

With a short squeal you're scurrying inside as the man's lip curls with indecent intent; you would have to face some kind of retribution, a kind that may or may not have you squealing for him in all sorts of ways...

The suddenness of the door swinging open has Pumpkin darting for cover under the kitchen table. Your bare feet slap lightly across the tiled kitchen floor as a pair of boots quickly stalk after you.

Good thing your little antics had only resulted in soaking their elder brother's upper torso, or you'd have some mopping to do. Otto and Oscar make their way into the kitchen, trying to take care not to drip on your floor, but they are understandably a bit distracted by certain events. Oscar laughs as he watches his brother's quick gait, wondering for a moment if the impassioned man wouldn't be able to hold back all of his affections if he actually caught you.

It's rare that Axel loses his composure, but somehow you seem to push all the right buttons.

Otto drops down to a knee to peer under the table as thunder ripples softly through the air, finding the fluffed back and tail of a perturbed tabby cat sitting under one of the kitchen chairs. The large man twists to look to Oscar, signaling with a nod to help Axel, before returning to coax Pumpkin out of her hiding place. He doesn't have to do much as the cat decides the safest place at the moment is nestled right up against Otto's leg.

You race to the hallway and rip open the closet door by their guestroom, desperately grabbing up a towel. Practically feeling the impending doom emanating from the man quickly approaching behind you, you grasp a corner of the fluffy fabric with each hand and twist around.

"Hereyoulooklikeyoucouldusethis!"

With that, you throw the towel up with all your might, managing to cover the man's face for a life-saving moment. He stumbles past you with a surprised grunt, blinded but still attempting to grab you. Taking the chance, you move to scamper past him for your room. Unfortunately Axel knows from previous experience what you're going to try and rips the offending material from his face while slapping a hand against the opposite wall, blocking you from your salvation.

Gazes locked, you only hesitate for a split second. Any longer and you may not have made it out of that hallway. Feeling a heated tingle ripple through your belly at the man's lidded eyes and deceptively soft smile, you turn on your heel and run back to the living room.

Your mind races as your feet pat the floor; if you dodge him around the sofa, maybe you can once again try for your room. There had to be something.

Oh there's something there alright, or more specifically, someone.

As you just make it out of the hallway, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and haul you sideways against a strong body.

You yelp in surprise, taken aback by the trap. Before you can attempt to flail or demand freedom, Oscar pulls you backwards with him towards the sofa and drags you down without breaking a sweat. You squirm, but the youngest just grins and holds you tight in his arms, trapping you on his lap.

There it is. The youngest is finally holding you hostage. The holy trinity is complete.

Wiggling, you ignore his glittering eyes and playful uneven smirk to huff, "This is hardly fair. Two against one?"

He shrugs, shifting carefully so your lovely squirming isn't centered directly over his groin. Still you move about, trying to find any kind of give in his arms, some little thing that might lead to freedom. You're out of luck.

Well... silver lining? At least you weren't caught by the eldest.

Your senses take a moment to center on your precarious position; you're not just cuddled up with Oscar, you're cuddled up with a half-naked Oscar. His breath warms your neck as it brushes a patch of skin that isn't covered by your hair, making your toes curl. You feel his bare chest move against you with each inhale and exhale, there's no way you can ignore it with how close he is. He's still a bit damp from outside shenanigans, but you don't really have any time to worry for your clothing or furniture as Axel walks collectedly into the living room.

Otto joins the rest of you, tabby cat content in his arms as he stands beside the sofa, confident that he is dry enough to not drip, and watches the scenario unfold.

Pausing, your train of thought is cut off as you take in the uncollected mess that is Axel's hair, undoubtedly caused by your towel distraction. With said towel in hand, he pats here and there at his Henley and about his neck and shoulders to dry himself.

Your mouth twists as you fight back giggles, dropping your gaze to the carpet as you bite your lip in desperation as he walks to you. The last thing you need right now is to laugh at the man's expense, you have a feeling that would seal your fate. If it isn't sealed already.

He takes a seat in front of you on the coffee table, long legs bracketing yours as he leans forward.

Silence. And then his knee bumps yours before he asks, "Something wrong?"

Fidgeting, you mumble, trying to keep your tone even and decidedly not amused, "Oh. No. Don't mind me, just...hanging my head in shame."

Oscar presses his face into your hair, chuckling quietly as you feel his chest vibrate with muffled laughter. You squeeze your legs together as his arms lightly tighten around you. Your lips twitch.

"I don't know why you're laughing Oscar, this is very serious."

It's Otto's turn to hold back a chuckle, distracting himself by smoothing the raised fur along Pumpkin's spine as Butternut eyes the other cat with mild jealousy from the top of the sofa.

Your admonishing comment, though admittedly a touch sarcastic, does nothing but further amuse the man behind you. You're not going to laugh. You're not going to laugh...but damn if Oscar isn't making this difficult.

Breathing in, you raise your head to meet Axel's eyes and attempt an apology, "I...may have assaulted you with water...but I had good intentions. I am sorry."

The raised eyebrow clearly tells you what he thinks of your...'good intentions'. Leaning back a bit, he eyes you considerately. Slowly. From the top of your head, the gentle curves of your body, the tips of your toes, and back up to your face. He nods, seemingly accepting your apology. And then grasps the bottom of his long-sleeved shirt and pulls the clinging fabric off, rolling his shoulders before returning the towel to his bare skin for a more thorough drying.

Startled, your eyes dart over his strong physique, taking in a lean waist, wide shoulders, and broad chest dappled with pale hair before you duck your head once more.

Seeing your reddened ears, Oscar cocks his head and peers around at you. Finding you clearly flustered and failing to hide it, he can't resist. He hums gently, "You're red."

You nearly miss what the smaller man says as your senses zero in once again on your current predicament with a vengeance; firm muscle is pressed tight to you, or maybe it's you who's being pressed tight to firm muscle. You can't really tell the difference at the moment. Good grief the youngest's arms had some bulk. He smells warm and almost smoky, pleasantly so.

It's almost too much, your poor heart has already been pounding from the chase and now it seems to be flipping in your chest as well.

Your reply is calm, yet contrasted by your expression, "...Just a bit winded."

It's true, you'd been running for your metaphorical life after all.

Oscar snickers, tucking further down and nuzzling into your nape. When his face brushes your feathers you squeak and twist in his slackened grasp to confront him.

"Okay, you've had your fun!"

The youngest blinks, looks behind you at his elder brother, back to you, and nods. He leans forward, lips pressed warm to your cheek in apology, and releases you.

All at once you're standing with a gasp and stumbling backwards from the surprise kiss. With the sudden momentum plus your unsteady legs, you're falling right into Axel's lap. Or at least onto the coffee table between his thighs, which your hands happen to land atop of to try to catch your fall.

The oldest doesn't reach for you, but his chest presses to your back as he leans forward into you, voice nearly a purr, "Have we?"

Cheek tingling, your brain shuts off for a second; his words bring a fresh wave of heat to your face and your lower belly that has your thighs subtly clenching together, a movement that isn't quite subtle enough to escape the brothers' attention like it did the first time.

The soft pressure of a mouth brushing the top of your shoulder is there and gone, so light that you wonder if you imagined it.

You really hadn't been expecting this..any of this...to be your recompense.

...Perhaps you bit off a bit more than you could chew.

And with that thought you stand slowly, using one of your hands on his leg to carefully push yourself up, half expecting to be pulled right back down. Nothing happens except Otto carefully cradles Pumpkin in one arm to offer his other hand to assist you.

With cheeks still glowing, you gratefully grasp the offer to regain your balance and escape; softly squeezing Otto's fingers, you step carefully around Axel's and Oscar's legs while firmly declaring that yes, you think they have had their fun. Three pairs of eyes closely follow your every move as a low faint rumble of thunder caresses your ears.

You pause beside them, arm outstretched, hand palm up, "Towel please."

Axel obeys without a fuss, eyeing your red cheeks and dazed eyes with fondness and satisfaction. Otto frowns down at you, eyeing the towel.

You smile, shaking your head, "Nope, this is mine to deal with. I'll be right back after I've checked on the kittens, you should probably change before you catch cold. All of you really."

The tall man huffs a sound of amused affection and murmurs an affirmation, and with that is bending down to you, pressing a kiss to your other cheek before you realize what's happening. You don't think it's possible for your cheeks to get any redder.

Otto and Oscar had had to fight back the urge to react to Axel's openly affectionate gesture to you. Both are very much interested in what their stern brother's subtle concession could signify. You had admitted to liking all three of them, so perhaps that knowledge was playing a part?

With a racing heart, you try your best to make your way to your room without rushing. Calmly. You're not flustered. Everything is fine.

You slip inside and lean against the door. Good grief. They'd all certainly gotten you back for teasing their older brother, and then some. That's what that had to have been all about...right? Unable to hold back anymore, your legs are finally allowed to tremble as your hands lightly shake from the warm buzzing emotions bursting inside of you.

Knowing your little question session about your First Phase had been interrupted, you figure once you return you'd all continue the conversation. But before that, you needed a little break. Not to deal with any upset, but rather a moment to mentally regroup.

You reach down to peel your leggings off.

And a moment to deal with the wet mess you'd apparently made of your panties.

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