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MORE VICTIM! SOAP BABIES!

Birthday edition bc it's my bday >:)

about to be HEAVY smut. beware.

Warnings: Kidnapper! reader and heavy smut. it's not about to be nice.

Imagine you two sitting at the dining room table. a cake covered in candles as you happily sing happy birthday, pinching his thigh when he doesn't sing along, making him wince and grumble out the tunes.

Blowing out the candles before forcing him under the table to blow you.

Groaning from the sweet fluttering in your stomach at the way he gags harshly around your length, feeling your tip press against the back of his throat, his nails almost ripping the fabric of your sweats.

You swipe your finger through the frosting, stuffing it in mouth before he can spit out your hot release. mixing the sweet buttercream with the saltyness of your cum.

"How's it taste, mutt?"

The bed creaks, banging against the drywall, watching as his wrists blossom red and blue as he struggles against the pretty ribbon you had restrained him with. his thighs held tightly in your grip as you thrust mercilessly, snickering as he tries to blink away the tears.

You hold your hand tightly around his throat, choking on his own spit and tears and you fill him. stuffing that pretty buttplug, the one with the bow into his hole to keep it from leaking out.

"Proper present for me, hm?"

He sleeps in your bed that night. wrists bruised, throat sore, and hole aching and full. a heavy arm around his waist and a hot kiss to the back of his neck. whispering soft praises to him as sleep begins to take over.

"best birthday gift ever, love.."

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[cynicalrosebud]

Rumor Has It (7)

CW: Discussions of adult clubs, implied sexual activities

Eastern Europe, Feb 15, 2023

1800

As the team moved through the safehouse, prepping for the next leg of their mission, a low hum of an aircraft engine reverberated through the air. Soap looked up with a smirk as he heard the unmistakable sound of an incoming helicopter.

“Sounds like our ride’s here.”

Ghost nodded, “Nikolai’s bringin’ us in. He’ll be our transport t’get us closer to the target.”

At the mention of Nikolai’s name, Rumor—who had been checking the rounds on his M4A1—suddenly froze. His heart rate spiked, fingers stiffening around the weapon as his mind was thrown back to a different time. A different place.

A different Nikolai.

The dimly lit, exclusive club. The sound of leather snapping and muffled moans. Nikolai, sharp-eyed and demanding, towering over him as Rumor knelt in submission, adrenaline and excitement coursing through him. The stern but gentle control, the way Nikolai’s voice had cut through the low hum of the club, giving commands Rumor had eagerly obeyed…

He hadn’t known who Nikolai was at the time—just a man with an air of authority and presence that had drawn him in.

Rumor blinked, trying to focus, but the sharp panic in his chest was unmistakable.

“Rumor?” Soap’s voice broke through, and Rumor glanced over, blinking rapidly.

“Y-Yeah,” Rumor coughed, shifting awkwardly, “Jus’ thinkin’.”

Ghost, always observant, narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing. Meanwhile, Soap, oblivious, slung his rifle over his shoulder and cracked a grin. “Nikolai’s a solid guy. Yer gonna like him.”

Rumor swallowed hard, nodding despite the rapid hammering of his heart. Oh, he liked him alright—just not in the way Soap probably meant.

The helicopter descended, and as the rotors kicked up dust and debris, Rumor felt his stomach churn with a mix of anticipation and sheer dread. The door slid open, and there he was. Nikolai, aviators on, as stoic and commanding as ever.

“Let’s go,” Nikolai’s gruff voice cut through the roar of the blades as he waved them aboard.

Rumor’s pulse spiked again, and he could feel heat creeping up his neck. Please don’t remember… he thought desperately as he climbed aboard.

As they buckled in, Rumor could feel Nikolai’s gaze slide over him, lingering just a second too long. He dared a glance up, and for just a fleeting moment, their eyes met. A flash of recognition passed through Nikolai’s eyes, followed by the faintest smirk.

Rumor’s throat went dry. Oh fuck. He remembers.

Ghost, seated across from him, seemed to notice Rumor’s sudden discomfort. “You alright, Rumor?”

“Y-Yeah,” Rumor stammered, shifting uncomfortably. He could feel Nikolai’s gaze on him again, and this time he was certain there was a knowing glint in the Russian’s eyes.

Ghost tilted his head slightly, but before he could press further, Nikolai called out over the din of the rotors.

“Everyone strapped in? We’re leaving in two.”

Soap gave a thumbs-up, completely unaware of the tension sitting heavily on Rumor’s shoulders. As the helicopter lifted off, Rumor kept his eyes firmly ahead, focusing on anything but the man at the controls.

Focus. Just focus on the mission, he told himself, trying to push down the memories of that night. But it was going to be a long flight, and with every second that passed, Rumor couldn’t shake the feeling that Nikolai was enjoying this far too much.

As the helicopter rumbled through the skies, the team sat in relative silence, the thrum of the rotors filling the air. Rumor had done his best to calm his nerves, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that Nikolai was piloting the aircraft, cool and collected as ever.

Soap glanced over at Rumor, noticing his unusually stiff posture and restless shifting. He furrowed his brow. “Rumor, mate, ye look like yer sittin’ on a nail. What’s goin’ on wi’ ye?”

Rumor snapped his head to the side, feigning nonchalance. “Nothin’,” he said, too quickly. “Jus’—I dunno, not a fan o’ flyin’, I guess.”

Soap shot him a skeptical look. “Bullshit. Ye were perfectly fine on the last two choppers we took.”

Ghost, leaning against the wall of the chopper with his arms crossed, grunted. “He’s right. You’ve been actin’ weird since Nikolai showed up.”

Rumor stiffened at the mention of the name, unable to stop himself from glancing at the cockpit. Nikolai’s back was to them, but Rumor swore he could feel the Russian’s smirk burning into him.

Gaz, seated across from them, raised a brow. “Something I should know about?” he asked, eyes darting between Rumor and the others.

Rumor cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Nah, nothin’. Jus’ a bit of… unfinished business, that’s all.”

“Unfinished business, eh?” Soap’s tone was teasing, but there was curiosity in his eyes now. “Didn’t know ye an’ ol’ Nik go back. What kind of ‘business’ are we talkin’ aboot?”

Rumor could feel the flush creeping up his neck again, and he cursed internally. “Nothing important, just… uh, a misunderstanding.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Yer lyin’.” His voice was calm but edged with suspicion. “Spit it out, Rumor.”

Rumor’s heart raced as all eyes turned on him. There was no getting out of this, was there? He opened his mouth, but before he could come up with a suitable excuse, Nikolai’s voice crackled through the headset.

“You are not going to tell them, Rumor?” Nikolai’s voice was smooth, casual, but there was an unmistakable amusement in his tone. “I thought you were the honest type.”

Soap’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait a minute. What’s he on about?”

Ghost tilted his head, his gaze now locked on Rumor. “Out with it.”

Rumor exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck in defeat. “Alright, fine. I, uh… I may have had a bit of a… thing with Nikolai a while back.”

Gaz frowned in confusion. “A ‘thing’? Whats that mean?”

Soap’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him, and a slow grin spread across his face. “No way! Ye hooked up with Nikolai?” He leaned in closer, barely containing his laughter. “I knew there was somethin’ goin’ on! How was it?”

Rumor buried his face in his hands, groaning. “For fuck’s sake…”

Ghost’s head snapped between Soap and Rumor, the smallest hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. “With Nikolai? The same Nikolai flyin’ this bird?”

Nikolai’s chuckle crackled through the headset again. “He was quite… enthusiastic, I must say.”

Rumor wanted the earth to swallow him whole. “I swear t’God, if any o’ ye say a word…”

Soap was cackling now, slapping his thigh. “Oh, this is priceless. Rumor, yer full o’ surprises!”

Gaz’s eyes widened in amusement. “Wait, so you two…?” He gestured vaguely, looking more and more entertained by the second.

Rumor buried his face in his hands again. “It was one time. One time. At a club. I didn’t know it was him until later!”

Ghost, despite himself, let out a low, disbelieving laugh. “I’ve heard a lot of things, but this takes the cake.”

Nikolai’s voice came over the comms once more, his amusement evident. “I will admit, Rumor makes for a very obedient partner.”

Soap lost it at that, practically howling with laughter. “Nikolai, mate, ye’ve got t’give us details later.”

Rumor shot Soap a deadly glare. “Ye better not. I’ll kill ye.”

Nikolai’s voice, still teasing, was the last straw. “Maybe next time.”

Rumor slumped in his seat, wishing he could disappear into thin air. “I’m never hearin’ the end o’ this, am I?”

Soap wiped a tear from his eye, shaking his head. “Not a bloody chance, mate.”

Ghost, still smirking under his mask, gave Rumor a pat on the shoulder. “Welcome to legend status.”

Soap, still chuckling to himself, leaned back in his seat and shot the Welshman a mischievous grin. “Alright, but I gotta ask… who pitched?”

Rumor’s eyes snapped to Soap, his face immediately going red. “What?”

Ghost, who had been silently observing with faint amusement, suddenly went still, his head slowly turning toward Soap. Gaz raised a brow, clearly waiting for the answer with newfound curiosity.

Soap, fully committed now, leaned forward, clearly enjoying himself. “C’mon, Rumor. We’re all friends here. Was it you or Nik?”

Rumor glared at him, fully exasperated now. “Yer unbelievable, y’know that?”

Nikolai’s voice crackled through the headset again, smug as ever. “I think we all know the answer to that, don’t we, little mouse?”

Soap’s jaw dropped, and he doubled over in laughter, wheezing. “Oh, bloody hell, Nik was the top! I knew it!”

Rumor groaned, burying his face in his hands again. “Fuckin’ Christ…”

Ghost leaned toward Soap, muttering under his breath. “Yer gonna get yourself shot one of these days.”

Soap barely heard him through his laughter. “Worth it, Lt. So worth it.”

[beastologist]

First and foremost: If you ship Buddie, and you do not like BuckTommy or Tommy (the fictional character), that's OK. It's OK, as long as you do NOT invalidate the actor behind Tommy or the people who ship BuckTommy. Ship either of them, ship both of them, or ship none of them.

It's NOT OK to accuse BuckTommy shippers of being fetishists. I have seen reasoning like "We ship Buddie since day one, and you guys just saw two men kissing and jumped ships", and you know what? If that's how you see it, you look like a hypocrite to me. Basically, you watched S2E1, heard "You can have my back anytime," and then those who've been with Buddie since 'day one' shipped them. Or probably started watching 9-1-1 only because of Buddie. They started shipping them, even though Buck was still emotionally attached to Abby and believed himself to be in a relationship. They started shipping them, even though they knew Eddie for only one episode at the time. They saw two hot guys bonding and sailed the ship. Which is OK. You are more than welcome to have your preferences and to prefer Buddie and to dislike BuckTommy. But don't be immature and accuse people of immediately feeling attached to BuckTommy, their journey and the important representation of Bisexuality.

On a more personal note: I never 'jumped' ships because I never shipped Buddie romantically; I adore their friendship, and I am very much on board for Buck's current journey with Tommy.

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[prettyprincess-888]

A fantasy involving you:

You are permitted to live in a mansion with a full and expansive library of any books you enjoy. You will have ample time to read as well as solve puzzles. You are allowed to have as many cats as you’d like. And all of it is rent-free. The catch?

You may not wear a single stitch of clothing, other than a collar with a bell on it. You must always be exposed to the Lord of the Manor and to his Lady. You will be trained to assume certain humiliating positions upon command and subject to frequent inspections. “Pet” is what you will be called.

Pets off the furniture! Pets should crawl on the floor. Pets eat and drink out of bowls. Pets do not speak, they may only purr and meow.

Of course you will still have the printed word as a reminder that you are, in fact, a human and an intelligent one at that. But nobody else will see you that way. The owners… the staff… all those guests at dinner parties, as well as caterers? To them you’re little more than a large, hairless cat.

Good kitty.

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that's my new favourite fantasy.

[zanycupcakepeace]

Kiss or grab 😈🥵

Tomorrow is my birthday and I've got naughty content for you Hun 😈🥵🥵

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[kriswoowoo]

(MDNI 🔞)

Warning: BDSM and Stockholm syndrome.

ANGST PT. 2 (will have a happy ending part 2 as well)

By the time he was done with your cunt, he moved to your mouth. Using BDSM handcuffs to tie your arms behind you, holding you around the table leg. His cock going into your mouth like a toothbrush, stretching one side of your cheek, than down your throat, than back to your cheek in a pattern. No matter how many times you gagged, or whined or squirmed, he didn’t stop, praising you for how good you took him. “Good job my precious.. takin’ me like a champ.” He praises, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he finally released all his sticky, white liquid, making you choke. He slowly bends down once he recovers, taking off the handcuffs.

*And you bolted.*

Running down the hallway, zero clue where your going, he grabs you. Dragging you to the bedroom, no matter how hard you tried, from crawling off the bed, or trying to kick your feet at him, nothing worked as he held you down, shoving his cock deep inside you too a hilt.

And that was the day, you never saw anybody again. Locked up in his house, only used for his personal pleasure. It happened so much, you grew attached to him. Waiting for him to return home, hoping for him to use you as he wants. Because that’s the fate of the game, baby.

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 31

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Sybians, Bondage, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, BDSM, Aftercare

Prompt: Machines + Size Kink + Bondage + Bonus

Pairing: Rumor x 141 + Nikolai

The rest of Kinktober

The atmosphere in the dimly lit room was charged with anticipation, sending shivers down Rumor’s spine. The Task Force had always known how to push boundaries, but tonight felt different—more electric. The centerpiece of the room was a sleek, imposing machine that looked both intimidating and inviting.

Rumor stood at the center, heart racing, clad in nothing but his underwear (lace panties chosen specifically by Gaz). The sight of the Sybian and dildo sent a thrill through him, a potent mix of excitement and trepidation swirling in his stomach. He had been teased about this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety.

“Are you ready for us, Rumor?” Soap’s voice broke through his thoughts, dripping with playful mischief. He stepped closer, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know we’re going to have some fun.” It was said with a teasing tone, but the question and concern was genuine. Always worried about consent, Soap.

Rumor nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I think so,” he replied, his voice a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty.

Ghost, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, pushed off and walked over. “We’re going to take care of you, pup. You just need to trust us,” he said, his tone low and reassuring, yet commanding.

Price stepped forward next, a predatory grin on his face. “You’ve made it this far, love. Just wait until you feel that thing.” He gestured towards the machine, and Rumor’s breath caught.

“You’re all insufferable,” Rumor quipped, trying to mask his nervousness with humor.

“Insufferable? Or irresistible?” Nikolai chimed in, a teasing lilt in his accent as he joined the circle, his presence comforting yet exhilarating.

With a flick of a switch, the machine hummed to life, the sound sending vibrations through the air for just a moment or two. Rumor couldn’t help but shiver, excitement coursing through him.

“Let’s get you strapped in,” Soap said, his hands deftly moving to the cuffs attached to the machine. They were padded, designed for comfort, but they promised a level of restraint that made Rumor’s heart race.

As Soap secured the cuffs around his wrists, Ghost leaned in closer, brushing his fingers against Rumor’s skin. “You’re going to love this, I promise,” he murmured, his breath warm against Rumor’s ear.

Once Rumor was secured, the team stepped back, taking a moment to admire him. The sight of him restrained, vulnerable, yet undeniably beautiful, sent a rush of heat through them all.

“Ready for the fun to begin?” Price asked, eyes locked onto Rumor’s.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Rumor replied, swallowing hard.

Soap grinned and turned a dial on the machine, causing it to whir louder, the surface of the Sybian shimmering under the soft light. “Here we go!”

The moment Rumor was positioned above the machine, he felt the tip of the phallic attachment press against him, teasingly close yet not quite touching. He gasped at the sensation, his body instinctively leaning forward as the heat of anticipation pooled in his belly.

“Hold on, Rumor,” Gaz instructed, his tone deep and steady. “You’re in for a ride.”

Price and Soap stepped back to give the machine room to work, their eyes focused on Rumor as the silicone cock slid inside him with a single thrust, filling him completely.

Rumor moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure washing over him. “Oh, God,” he breathed, feeling the machine pulse within him.

“Look at him,” Ghost said, watching intently as Rumor’s body responded to the machine’s rhythm. “He’s taking it so well.”

With each thrust, the machine moved with relentless intensity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Rumor. He writhed, the ropes holding him in place both a comfort and a reminder of his submission.

Nikolai stepped forward, his hand gripping Rumor’s chin, tilting his head back to meet his gaze. “Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded softly. “Don’t look away.”

Rumor’s heart raced, his focus shifting entirely to Nikolai’s piercing eyes. The warmth of his hand was grounding, an anchor amid the tumult of sensations.

“Good boy,” Nikolai praised, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Now tell us how it feels.”

“Feels… so good,” Rumor gasped, his body bucking against the machine, desperately craving more. “I can’t… I need—”

“Need what?” Soap taunted, leaning in closer to watch Rumor squirm. “You need to beg for it?”

“Please!” Rumor whimpered, losing himself in the ecstasy. “Please don’t stop!”

“Such a pretty sound,” Ghost said, moving closer, his fingers dancing across Rumor’s exposed skin. “You’re doing so well.”

As the machine continued its relentless rhythm, Rumor felt his body teetering on the edge. The ropes tightened around him, the sensation both restrictive and liberating. He could feel his orgasm building, a tidal wave crashing down upon him.

“Are you going to come for us?” Price’s voice cut through the haze, commanding yet laced with encouragement.

“Yes! I can’t hold it—” Rumor gasped, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Not yet,” Nikolai said firmly, his grip tightening slightly, forcing Rumor to meet his gaze. “Not until we say so.”

With a flick of a switch, the machine ramped up its pace, overwhelming Rumor with pleasure. His body screamed for release, every nerve ending alight with need.

“Please, I need it! I can’t—” Rumor pleaded, desperation spilling from him.

“Beg for it,” Gaz said, a wicked smile on his face.

“Please! I’ll do anything! I just want to come!” Rumor cried, desperation dripping from his voice.

“Such a good boy,” Nikolai praised, his voice low and soothing. “You can let go now.”

With that permission, Rumor’s body erupted in pleasure, the waves crashing over him as he finally let himself come undone. The Sybian pulsed within him, the sensations overwhelming as he surrendered completely to the pleasure, his cries echoing in the room.

As the machine slowed, Rumor’s body still quaked with aftershocks, and he was left panting, basking in the afterglow of their collective desire.

But there was no time for recovery; the moment he came down from his high, the men were quick to pounce. Rumor found himself surrounded, their intent clear in their eyes.

Price was the first to step forward, his hands gripping Rumor’s thighs and spreading them wide, exposing him completely. “You’ve done so well for us, Rumor,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Now it’s time to reward you properly.”

Rumor’s heart raced as he realized what was about to happen. “Wait—”

Before he could finish, Price’s mouth was on him, warm and demanding. Rumor gasped, the sensation igniting another wave of pleasure through him.

“Take a breath, Rumor,” Soap said, smirking as he knelt beside Price. “You’re in for a treat.”

Rumor moaned as he felt the heat of Soap’s breath against his shaft, both men working in tandem to tease and pleasure him. The sensations layered over one another, driving him wild.

As they worked him, Nikolai stood back with Gaz, watching with a predatory glint in his eye. “You look so perfect like this, all ours,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Rumor squirmed, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of being filled and tasted. “I— I can’t take it all,” he gasped, feeling the size of them pushing him to his limits.

“Of course you can,” Ghost said, kneeling on the other side of him. “You’re going to take all of us, Rumor. You can handle it.”

With that, Ghost leaned in, taking Rumor’s length deep into his mouth while Price and Soap continued their ministrations, leaving him gasping and moaning. Each thrust, each swirl of their tongues, sent him closer to another peak.

“Look at him, he’s loving it,” Soap said, his voice muffled around Rumor’s cock.

Rumor felt the overwhelming heat of their presence around him, their bodies towering over him, making him feel both small and utterly worshiped. “Please… don’t stop!” he begged, tears of pleasure pooling in his eyes.

“Just a little more,” Nikolai encouraged, moving closer to the action, the sight of Rumor overwhelmed by pleasure igniting a fire in his chest.

With one final push, Rumor surrendered completely, moaning as he released into their eager mouths, the sensations washing over him in tidal waves. They drank him in, the feeling of being so full of them filling him with a primal satisfaction.

As they pulled back, Rumor gasped for breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. “You’re amazing, Rumor,” Price praised, brushing his thumb over Rumor’s cheek, a gentle contrast to the earlier intensity. “You did so well.”

Rumor smiled weakly, still caught in the aftershocks of ecstasy. “I’m glad you all enjoyed,” he said, feeling blissful exhaustion wash over him. Gaz collected him in his strong arms, kissing where the cuffs had slightly dug into his wrists.

“Next time, we’ll see how much more you can take,” Soap teased, an eager glint in his eyes as he leaned in to kiss Rumor softly.

With that, Rumor knew he was in for many more adventures with them—each one as exhilarating as this.

———------------------------

Bonus soft drabble Aftercare

The dim light of the room flickered softly, creating a warm atmosphere as Rumor found himself surrounded by his teammates. After a long mission, the weight of the world seemed to lift as he settled into the makeshift nest of bodies. Price was on one side, his steady presence a calming anchor. On the other, Gaz had draped an arm over Rumor’s shoulder, pulling him closer.

Soap, ever the playful one, lay sprawled across Rumor’s legs, his lighthearted banter filling the air with warmth and laughter. “You know, you should really consider making this a regular thing, mate,” he teased, grinning as he poked Rumor’s side. “I’d be more than happy to keep you comfy.” He winked, earning a playful shove from Gaz.

Nikolai sat nearby, a soft smile gracing his features as he observed the scene. He reached out, running his fingers through Rumor’s hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You have your own little fan club now,” he chuckled, his thick accent adding a playful tone. “Just don’t let it get to your head, or I’ll have to remind you who’s really in charge.”

Rumor felt a smile tugging at his lips, a feeling of belonging washing over him. As the group continued to chatter, the affection and camaraderie enveloped him like a warm blanket. He nestled deeper into Price’s side, inhaling the familiar scent of him—smoke, leather, and something distinctly comforting.

“Oi, Rumor!” Soap piped up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “What’s the plan for the next op? I think we should get a bit of a warmer welcome than we did this time. Maybe a beach trip?”

“Right after a mission? Sounds dangerous,” Rumor shot back, chuckling.

“Exactly!” Soap exclaimed. “What better way to relax after all that chaos?”

Price chuckled, shaking his head. “You and your crazy ideas, Soap. Let’s focus on surviving the next mission first.”

Nikolai leaned closer, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “I could get behind a beach trip. But first, we must ensure our little rabbit here stays safe.” His playful comment elicited a chorus of mock gasps and playful jabs from the others.

As they continued to joke and tease, Rumor couldn’t help but feel the weight of their banter wash over him like a soothing balm. He felt seen, loved, and undeniably cherished by the team. Each laugh, each gentle poke, and every playful remark solidified the bond they shared, a bond forged in fire and laughter.

With each passing moment, Rumor surrendered more to the comfort of being surrounded by those who cared for him. Gaz shifted slightly, making room for Nikolai, who settled in closer. Rumor felt a rush of warmth from all sides, a sensation that made his heart swell. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so safe, so at home.

In that moment, everything felt right. The world outside faded away, leaving only the laughter and warmth of his chosen family. Rumor knew he was exactly where he belonged, tucked in the embrace of Task Force 141 and Nikolai, content to savor the moment, letting the love and laughter wrap around him like a protective cocoon.

As the night wore on, the chatter eventually quieted, with everyone settling into a comfortable silence. Rumor closed his eyes, leaning against Price’s shoulder, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. The soothing cadence lulled him further into relaxation, and he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would face them with this incredible family by his side.

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