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Your spine arching ever so slightly off your mattress, your lips parting as you released a breathless gasp feeling his lips peppering against your flesh.

Qifrey's eyes darkened with hunger as he heard your gasp. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin, savoring the sound. His fingers traced gentle patterns along your thighs, his touch both loving and possessive.

"You sound so beautiful when you gasp like that," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He moved closer, his tongue flicking out to taste you. "I've missed hearing every little sound you make."

Qifrey continued his ministrations, his mouth exploring every inch of you with devotion. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he worshipped your body.

"You're mine," he murmured between kisses. "And I'll never let you go again."

"Nngh...Qifrey...you sound...awfully possessive don't you think?" the words was meant as a tease, but you didn't know how coldly true that was.

How much close you were to the frightening truth, the years of being away from both witches without a single word. Days spent searching, it was enough...

To drive any man mad.

Qifrey's possessiveness flared at your words. He lifted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His hands tightened their grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully.

"No one else will ever touch you like this again," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. He leaned down to press a kiss against your core, his tongue delving deep into your folds. "You belong to me, (Y/n). Only me."

Of course, he knew that remark could have gotten him a scolding if a certain other witch were to bear witness to those words...

But right now, all Qifrey could think about was reclaiming you.

Reminding you of where you belong. Make you forget about any other poor fools that once had your attention or heart while you were gone.

For a split second, Qifrey replayed Markl's words. The ones that mentioned another, Sofian.

This isn't about him or Olruggio...it's me. My moment.

Qifrey let out a low groan at the sound of your moans, his own arousal growing almost unbearable. He pushed his tongue deeper inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with each thrust.

His hands slid up to grip your thighs, spreading them wider apart as he devoured you with a hunger that bordered on feral.

"Gods, I love how wet you get for me," he murmured, his tongue lapping at your juices hungrily. He shifted slightly, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder to gain better access.

At the new position, your eyes widened as you released another soft moan. The sensation of his tongue moving deeper within your pussy, your head lulling back. Your (h/c) strands sprawling more across your bed.

Before you could even stop yourself, your usual self-absorbent and teasing ways melted with each flick of his tongue, your fingers reaching down, entangling into his white strains.

Qifrey's eyes darkened further at the way you tugged on his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands. He moaned against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His tongue swirled around your clit, teasing and flicking it mercilessly as he continued to feast on you.

"That's it," he purred, his fingers digging into your thighs as he held you steady. "Keep pulling my hair like that. I love it when you get rough with me."

Qifrey's control began to unravel as you tugged harder on his hair, your moans and gasps driving him wild with desire. He growled against your folds, his hips bucking involuntarily against the bed.

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue lashing against your clit with relentless speed and precision. His hands moved to grip your ass, pulling you even closer to his face as he devoured you hungrily.

"Fuck- yes! You taste so good! Gods I love you so much I love you- I love you- I love you- I love you- I love you-"

Qifrey's confessions of love spilled from his lips between licks and sucks, each word dripping with adoration and obsession.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks as he held you impossibly close. He could feel your walls tightening around his tongue, a sure sign that you were close to climaxing.

He lifted his head for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His face was slick with your juices, his lips swollen and red from eating you out. He licked his lips slowly, savoring your taste on his tongue.

"Cum for me baby, cum for your beloved."

Qifrey watched with rapt attention as you came undone for him, his eyes drinking in the sight of your pleasure.

"Hah...hah!-...Q...Qifrey!"

Your body trembled and shook beneath him, your moans and cries of his name filling the room like a symphony.

Qifrey groaned loudly, his own arousal throbbing painfully at the sight of you in ecstasy.

He continued to lick and suckle on your clit through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure as long as possible. His fingers tightened on your ass, holding you steady as he rode out your climax with you.

When you finally came down from your high, he reluctantly pulled away, his face still glistening with your juices.

Qifrey sat back on his heels, his chest heaving with exertion. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you.

Your body was flushed and trembling, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He reached out to gently stroke your cheek, his touch tender despite the hunger still burning in his gaze.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice husky and rough. "You always cum so beautifully for me. But I'm not done with you yet."

Qifrey leaned down to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste your skin again. "I need to feel you around my cock."

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, down to your neck, shoulders, and finally, your breasts. He had you pinned against the bed in your bedroom of your castle, showering you with kisses and soft touches, clearly wanting to savor every moment of your reunion.

He pulled back for a moment to look at you, his eyes darkening with desire. "I missed you so much my dove," he murmured, his hands sliding up your thighs. "You have no idea how lonely I was without you...Olruggio...he was as well.."

He quickly undressed himself and settled between your legs again, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. "Promise me you'll never run away again," he whispered, slowly sliding into you.

Cheeks flushed deeply with fever, half lidded gaze fixated on the drunken in love witch that loomed over you. "Qifrey..." his name slipped past your swollen lips, your mind clouded with pleasure.

Such a cloudy manner made you incapable to truly understand the meaning to the promise he wanted you so desperately to speak.

Qifrey groaned softly as he pushed deeper into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He started to move slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside you again after so long apart.

"Promise me," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "Promise me you'll never leave me again. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

He leaned down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as he began to pick up the pace, thrusting into you harder and deeper with each movement.

His blue eye fixated on your (e/c) ones, his fingers sliding up your breast, to your throat before moving up past your ears before smoothly wrapping a handful of your (h/c) strands and pulling your hair making you lulled your head back.

"Promise your beloved."

It was no longer a request, it was an order laced in pleasure.

And within the heat of the moment—

"I...I promise..."

Qifrey's body was hot against yours, his skin slick with sweat as he claimed you once more; He let out a shuddering breath at your words, his eyes closing in relief.

He began to move faster, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency.

"Good girl," he praised, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. "You're mine, (Y/n). Mine forever. I won't let anyone take you away from me again."

Qifrey leaned down to suckle on your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive buds as he continued to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with his low moans and your soft gasps.

He pulled back to look at you again, his eyes filled with a mix of love and obsession. He reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So perfect for me. I'll never get enough of you."

One thing that Qifrey knew was your weakness when it came to praising...

He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. He could feel you tightening around him, and he knew you were close.

"Cum for me, my love," he commanded softly. "Let me feel you come apart on my cock."

Qifrey pulled your hair once more, forcing your head to lull back allowing him to attack your nape with feverish kisses and suckling making sure to leave behind traces of markings.

The way his cock plunged continuously into your sweet spot, your heart pounded against your ribcage unable to hold yourself back much longer.

Sensation of the tight knot forming within your lower abdomen just as it abruptly loosened, you were unable to stop the breathless— gasp moan that ripped from your lungs.

"Qifrey-"

Qifrey groaned again as you obeyed, your walls clenching around him as you came. He didn't stop, though, continuing to thrust into you through your orgasm. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, to make you feel so good that you'd never even think about leaving him again.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, and he buried himself deep inside you, spilling his hot seed with a low, possessive growl.

"Mine," he panted against your lips. "All mine."

His fingers releasing your hair, the two of you heaved with difficulty of catching your breathes after the shared orgasms.

Qifrey gently began to comb his fingers through your strands, his eye fixated on yours that were half lidded.

The witch felt accomplished yet still yearning for more, more of you, more of your attention...your love.

It felt like he was a man drenched within the middle of the dessert that only had a cup of water but needed more to survive.

And if it meant drowning to finally have you fully...

"(Y/n)..."

Then he would happily drown with no hestation if that meant keeping his bird in its cage.

"Before you left I know you felt the same as I did, even if that meant I had to share you with Olruggio before..." his fingers moved towards your cheek, his knuckles brushing against your still burning skin.

A soft inhale broke past his lips as he was preparing himself to continue, "But I know you love me and that promise you just spoke..." his eye scanned over your flushed, pleased features before he spoke the last words.

Leaning closer, his lips brushing against yours as he brings you into a soft passionate kiss; once his lips were pulled just barely away—

Leon and Chris had only gone out tonight for a drink and just to talk and catch up. It'd been months since they had a proper conversation that wasn't work related. They didn't plan on picking anyone up, nor did they plan on any one-night stands leading to them spit roasting some pretty girl who was likely far too young for them, but neither of them could remember now.

It started with just a little flirting. Leon had approached you first, offering to buy you a drink and cover your tab. You denied the drink at first, but he insisted, chuckling at how sweet you sounded, despite how warm your cheeks were from the alcohol building up.

"Just get me a water, yeah? Gotta.. balance it out." You smiled at him, and he nodded, firm and sure as he turned to get you a water and himself another drink, which you assumed was some kind of scotch or whiskey.

When Leon came back, Chris had taken his place, and you were giggling as he buttered you up with sweet compliments. "Oh, I see you've met my friend." Leon spoke, sliding the water your way. It was an enclosed bottle, still sealed, so you accepted it happily.

"Seems I have. You two are friends?" You asked, cracking the bottle open to take a big drink.

"Good friends. And because of that, I'm gonna steal him for just a moment. You good to wait, pretty?" Chris smiled, and you nodded.

"I'll be here. Can't drive, soo.." you shrugged.

The two walked off, stopping at the other end of the bar.

"What the hell? I was talking to her." Chris grumbled, clearly unamused.

"Yeah, so was I. I was off getting her water to help sober her up like she asked." Leon huffed back.

"Okay? We can't both flirt with her, Leon." Chris crossed his arms, and like a teenager, he straightened his posture like he was trying to assert dominance. Leon deadpanned, blinking like Chris was stupid.

"Or we could." Leon suggested, looking back over at you. You were already looking. Your eyes went a little wide, looking back down at your bottle of water.

"No, that's—oh." Chris processed it mid sentence. "You mean..?"

"Yes. A threesome." Leon said bluntly. Maybe it was the alcohol, or his recent rejuvenation from that cure that had given him some crazy needs as of late, but Leon was shameless.

"And you don't think that'd make things weird? I don't hear many great things about threesomes in life-long friendships." Chris raised a brow.

"We're not fucking each other, Chris. We've already seen each other naked a multitude of times. What's a little fun with a pretty girl? And besides, we have no malicious or wrong intent." Leon gestured back to you, and this time, Chris caught you again. He couldn't help but groan inwardly.

"Fine. But only if we get her sober enough to properly agree and consent."

"I'm horny, not monstrous. I know how to go about these things." Leon scoffed.

"Oh, do you now?" Chris grinned, a challenge in his words.

"I'm a ladies' man at heart, Chris. You should know this." Leon grinned back.

"Well then, be my guest. Go get 'er." Chris said, nudging Leon to head back. They both came back finally, and you had to pretend you were occupied on your phone the entire time, not staring at them and waiting so impatiently.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart, just had to talk for a second." Leon mused, coming to sit on your left side while Chris circled and came to your right side, both leaned in ever so slightly.

"Oh, it's okay. I.. kept myself busy." You waved your phone, only to click it off and set it down.

"Can I ask how much you've had to drink tonight?" He asked.

"Uh.. not enough." You laughed faintly, but you cleared your throat. "I could pass most police tests for sobriety, but I shouldn't drive either way." You admitted, and Chris hummed.

"Let's talk while you drink some water." He smiled, and you swore you melted into the tall stool. He looked so kind for such a big, burly old man.

Over 45 minutes, they kept you occupied with conversation, all three of you slowly sobering up with food and water, but still maintaining a tiny buzz. They were both clearly into you—even the bartender could tell, leaving you three alone unless called over as not to ruin the flow of conversation and giggles. Chris had gotten ballsy enough to lay a hand over your lower back, grazing his thumb gently along your hip as Leon's hand found its way to rest over your forearm that rested on the bar. He could feel the muscles and tendons shifting in your arm when you'd tap and wiggle your fingers.

Having let the alcohol work its way through you over a little less than an hour, your buzz was just low enough to where you were finally processing their intentions. It was evident in their shared glances, their smooth, deep hums of acknowledgment as you rambled on, their oddly innocent touches. Sure, they wanted to take you out of the bar and go somewhere private, but they'd both be liars if they didn't admit that it was nice to just... touch. Not for lust alone, but also for a connection that they weren't expecting.

"Excuse me for a sec, I've gotta use the bathroom. Wait for me?" You looked between them as you took your purse, but left your phone, a sign for them that you weren't ditching them.

"I'll wait for you all night, baby." Leon winked, and you snickered as you shuffled through the crowd.

"You're such a fucking sap." Chris rolled his eyes.

"Okay, don't start. You're calling her 'pretty girl' every other sentence. And you've complimented her eyes at least four times. Who's the sap, huh?"

"Fuck you."

"Save that for her. Unless you're secretly into me." Leon snorted, watching Chris grumble as they both took big drinks of water.

When you returned, you didn't sit down this time, reaching for your phone to check the time. Just past midnight. You glanced between them.

"Are you leaving, sweetheart?" Leon asked, catching Chris' attention.

"No, uhm.." you shifted on your heels, tugging your skirt down a little and fiddling with the strap of your purse.

"Is everything okay?" Chris asked, brows knitted together with vague concern.

"Yes, I'm just thinking." You waved dismissively, cheeks flushing a little.

"About?" They both prodded patiently.

"This might sound bad. And maybe a little... improper and unladylike." You paused, watching them exchange a knowing look. "But would you both wanna... get out of here?" You finally asked, and you swore they perked up faster than the speed of light.

"Funny enough, I've got a hotel room just down the block." Chris mused, reaching into his wallet to grab a card. "You two head outside, I'll take care of the tab."

"Wha—no, I can pay for my own drinks, you really don't—" You were cut off by Leon.

"Let us. Please. We're lucky enough to be leaving his bar with you, it's the least we can do. Well, the least he can. Drinks are on him." Leon grinned, and you relaxed a little.

"Are you sure?" You asked.

Leon started leading you out, nodding. "Positive, baby. You only got a couple of drinks and a few waters. No big deal." He reassured, an arm linking around your waist to tug you closer as you two walked.

You two stood outside the bar, and Leon kept you close as you shivered slightly, tugging your jacket closed tight.

"Why does he have a hotel so close by?" You asked out of nowhere.

Leon snickered. "He's visiting. He doesn't live here, but our schedules aligned, so he drove down here for a little reunion with me and our other friends. He and his sister are the only ones who don't live here."

"Why didn't he stay with you?"

"Because he doesn't like my place, and he claims I live too messy. He also hates that I don't have a guest room, so it's either the floor or the couch." Leon rolled his eyes.

"Mmh. Makes sense. You don't look messy, though." You looked up at him, and he chuckled faintly.

"I hope not."

A moment passed between you two. God, Chris could not be taking any longer. Leon pulled back slowly, looking down at you.

"While Chris is away, I gotta ask somethin' for the both of us." Leon spoke, low and quiet like he was about to ask for you to spill a secret.

"What?" You looked up, and Leon exhaled slowly.

"What's your intentions for the night? 'Cause Chris and I wanna take you back to his hotel for a very specific night." Leon said, watching the words process in your head.

"I'm pretty positive we're on the same page." You laughed a little, looking off to the side.

"We have to make sure, sweetheart."

"Well, I don't have one-night stands very often, but given it's a Friday night, I'm embarrassingly touch-starved, I haven't had a good solo session in months, and you two look like decent guys, I wanna have a little fun." Your cheeks flushed at the verbalization of your needs, but Leon didn't falter or tease.

"Don't worry, we take pride in being decent." He chuckled. Chris stepped out, giving Leon a questioning look. He nodded. "We're good to go."

"You two planned this?" You looked between them as all three of you began walking toward the hotel.

"Is that a problem?" Chris asked, raising a brow.

"No, no.. just... unexpected." You shrugged.

"Well, I'm sure the entire night will be unexpected."

And it was. Despite the plan of fun and pleasure, you definitely hadn't expected the quality, focus, and attention from them. The second you were locked in the hotel room, Leon was behind you, Chris was in front. It started as tame as it could—Leon guiding you forward when you got too caught up with Chris' lips against yours, eventually finding the bed. By the time Chris had you stood between his legs, Leon still behind you, your shirt had been thrown aside, Chris' belt undone, and his shirt unbuttoned. Leon stood, gently pulling you into him from behind as Chris occupied himself with slow, soft kisses against your chest, his hands gently cupping the mounds that sat prettily in the lace bra you wore beneath your long forgotten blouse.

Chris tugged one of the cups downward, exposing it fully to the cold air before he gave you a small shock with the warmth of his mouth around your nipple. You gave a soft moan, and Leon leaned over you, tilting your head back to kiss you, slow and rough. Chris tried to pull you closer, but Leon tugged you back, making you whine and pull away.

"Quit that." You looked at Chris, then Leon, frowning slightly.

"What?" Leon feigned innocence, only to distract you with a roll of his hips, making you stumble toward Chris. "'M not doing anything."

"Don't fight like kids with a toy. Keep tugging at me like that, and I'll leave."

"Sorry, pretty girl." Chris murmured, leaning in to kiss you properly, gently cupping your cheeks. Leon moved down to your neck, his hands circling and coming upward to gently grasp your breasts, squeezing firmly.

"You've got such pretty tits. Ever been told that?" Leon muttered, rolling your hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

You whined faintly into Chris' mouth, and he pulled back, gaze examining you like an artwork in a museum.

"Quit distracting her. I'm talkin' to her." Leon huffed.

"I'm not doing anything, idiot. Let her breathe."

"Stop talking." You reached up, pushing your palm over Leon's mouth and doing the same with your other hand to Chris' mouth.

Neither of them could contain their laughs.

"I'm sorry. We've... clearly never had a threesome." Chris admitted, kissing your palm and moving down to your wrist.

"Neither have I. So please, just stop talking and focus for two damn seconds."

"Yes, ma'am." Leon took your hand, guiding it down and letting you pull him closer by his belt loop. You pressed your ass against him, making him groan quietly. He held your hips, grinding his already hard cock against your ass, relishing in the warmth radiating from you. Chris returned his attention to your chest, suckling and nipping and groping at your tits, the bra eventually being fully removed.

After a while, you moved to try and straddle Chris, but he stopped you. You looked down at him, huffing slightly. "What? Why did you stop me?" You asked quietly. Leon peeked over your shoulder, curious.

"We've gotta focus on you first. There's no way you're taking both of us if we start too quick. Unless you planned on a little... backdoor action." Chris explained, raising a brow.

You shook your head. "No. No backyard parties for me." You said firmly.

"Good. 'Cause I was really hoping we didn't have to spend extra time on that." Chris nodded in understanding. "Leon, lay down." Chris said, gesturing to the bed.

Leon didn't question, finding his way to the bed and laying down, legs spread wide as Chris lifted you by the waist, setting you down with your back against Leon's chest. Leon kept you snug against him, hands roaming down before he undid the zipper of your skirt, allowing you to lift your hips and have Chris pull the fabric away, tossing it off to the side.

"Yknow, this is really unfair." You swallowed thickly, cheeks flushing with warmth.

"What is?" Chris halted halfway, already prepared to bury his head between your legs.

"I'm basically naked. You're barely even exposed. Either of you."

"Don't worry, we'll get there. But you first." He muttered, leaning down to settle on his forearms, gently pulling your panties downward before he let you shimmy them down your legs, the fabric ending up loosely hanging around your ankle as he put your thighs over his shoulders.

Your hand came down, resting against his head as he leaned down, warm breath fanning over your heat. Your hips shifted slightly, twitching against Leon at the sensation.

"Don't squirm." Leon muttered. "Just relax, enjoy yourself." He leaned down to kiss your pulse point, nipping gently before his hands slid downward, hooking under your thighs to tug them up and open, making you squeak with shock. Your protest died down in a matter of seconds when you felt Chris finally connect his mouth with your pussy. You melted against Leon, eyes rolling back as you felt Chris' tongue slip between your folds, spreading a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. It was almost unfair how gentle and slow Chris was, but he seemed to be more aware of your needs than you were.

He used his mouth like he was making out with you—well, making out with a different set of your lips. It was slow, impossibly wet, and each suckle of his lips or slip of his tongue was calculated, ensuring proper pleasure. One hand came to spread your folds properly, his head moving downward just slightly so his tongue could tease your entrance. You mewled, your hand clutching lightly at his hair, barely able to grasp it with how short it was.

Leon felt so left out, but it was beyond exciting to watch you writhe and grind for more, eager to reach your high. Leon kept kissing and nipping and sucking gentle hickeys into your pretty skin, refusing to let you forget that he was there, too. Whilst Chris fucked you with his tongue, Leon took one hand from your thigh, letting Chris' free hand take its place so your thighs were still unable to close. Leon's free hand came down, pressing two fingers against your clit and watching your hips jolt slightly.

"Mmh, why don't you show me how you like it, baby? Wanna get it just right." Leon purred, and you barely nodded, your hand leaving Chris and coming to guide Leon's fingers exactly how you needed. Leon caught on quickly, your hand no longer needed in a matter of seconds as he worked precisely to encourage your orgasm. Your hips ground and bucked against their stimulation.

"Oh, god," you gasped quietly, brows furrowing as you grabbed once again at Chris' short hair, your other hand reaching up to find Leon's hair, tugging him down as you tilted your head back and kissed him deeply. Tongues and teeth, sloppy and messy, you moaned into his mouth, and he doubled his efforts. Your back arched. Chris growled faintly into you, the vibration of it making you cry slightly.

"Y'gonna cum for him? Make his efforts worthwhile?" Leon cooed, feeling you twitch and shake. You nodded, unable to properly kiss back as the pleasure grew, evident in how your moans and gasps got louder, longer.

Before you could let the pleasure wash over you, Chris pulled away, and Leon halted his fingers, making you stutter and pant as you looked down at Chris, brows furrowed firmly together. "Why.. why did you stop? What the hell?" You huffed, frustration evident in your tone.

Chris just laughed, crawling up your body and leaning over you to find your lips with his. The kiss made you whine slightly, your legs still being held open by their hands. You could taste yourself on his mouth, far more lewd than what you were used to. You reached up to grab at his shirt, fisting the fabric tight as you pulled at it. He grabbed your wrist gently, guiding it away.

"She asked a question. Don't leave the poor girl hanging." Leon tutted his tongue faintly, making Chris pull away and roll his eyes.

"Just a warm-up. You'll get all you want and more soon." Chris reassured, leaning back in to resume the kiss. Leon shifted your body, pulling you higher so your butt was angled above his groin. You squeaked into the kiss when you felt his cock grind against you, and Chris didn't falter as he took his place and finally pressed his body against you properly. His build practically engulfed your body. Broad shoulders, well-worked chest, wide hips, muscular thighs, and a massive boner that you felt him press against your bare cunt. You trembled slightly, body slightly overwhelmed.

"Fuck, wait," you gasped softly. They both halted, huffing as they pulled back and exchanged a cautious look.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" Chris asked, pulling himself back.

"No. I'm okay.. I just couldn't breathe for a second." You exhaled a soft laugh, head falling back against Leon's shoulder.

"Sorry. I didn't realize we were crushing you." Chris laughed, relieved at the news that you were still enjoying it.

"You were." Leon snickered.

"I'm fine." You repeated, this time being the one to lean up and kiss at Chris' bearded jawline, pulling him back in eagerly as you trailed open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw. He shivered, hand digging into your thigh where he was still holding you open with Leon's hand as help.

"I've never seen you get so stalled by a few kisses." Leon snorted.

"Fuck you." Chris laughed, eyes falling shut. He was definitely embarrassed, but your enjoyment made it worth it.

"Woah, I'm not here to be fucked. I'm here to do the fucking."

"Well, with how you act, I never would've been able to tell which way you like it."

"You two are so annoying." You smacked your hand lightly over Chris' mouth, making him groan quietly. Leon got the signal to shut up, occupying his mouth by mouthing along your shoulder.

"Why don't we switch positions? I'm feeling a little left out." Leon purred, both hands coming to cup your breasts with his thumbs and forefingers pinching gently at your nipples. You mewled. Chris nodded in agreement, slowly pulling back to take a look at you one more time. He crawled down and gently kissed your clit once more before he left you aching, letting the two men switch places. Chris instead settled at your side so he could watch you, too enamored with your expressions.

Leon found his way between your legs, and just like before, Leon held one thigh, and Chris held the other. Chris' other hand came to grope and fondle your breast, gaze glued onto your face as your lips fell open with a soft exhale. Leon didn't bother to warn you as he leaned in, finally attaching his mouth to your aching clit. You squealed at the intensity of his mouth compared to Chris. They both felt good, but Leon was much faster, much more impatient. Your hips bucked upward, seeking the pleasure. Leon used his other hand to push your hips down.

"Stay still." He muttered, barely audible to you as your eyes fell shut, brows relaxing slightly as you accepted the pleasure and allowed your body to adjust to the sensation. Leon's hand slid downward, gentle in comparison to his harsh suckling and the flicking of his tongue against your sensitive clit. His hand found its way back down, two fingers prodding gently at your entrance before they slipped inside, making you gasp.

"Oh, fuck." You moaned, head falling back. Your hands tensed, hovering awkwardly as you couldn't figure out where to hold. Chris took one hand, bringing it up to his mouth so he could gently kiss at your palm and wrist before he leaned back down and found your lips for the millionth time. He held your hand, letting you intertwine your fingers with his as you writhed and cried, already overwhelmed from the previous denial combined with the new intensity.

Leon worked his fingers in and out, curling upward fluidly as he found that sweet spot with no help. Your back arched, mind practically melting out from your ears as you shook and squirmed. Somewhere in their flurry of pleasure and touches, they'd dropped your legs, letting your thighs squeeze around Leon's head as he worked tirelessly to keep all the attention of his mouth on your clit while his fingers pumped faster, a third finger slipping in alongside the original two.

Chris pulled back at some point, watching your reactions. Your eyes couldn't stay open for long, and if they did, you opted to look away out of subconscious embarrassment. Chris let you keep holding his hand, your other hand having found purchase tangled in Leon's hair, tugging and pushing him closer.

"Come on, 'm puttin' in more work than he did." Leon muttered, huffing as he came up for a quick breath, only for his mouth to be back in its place in the blink of an eye.

"Let it happen, pretty girl. Don't get shy on us now." Chris cooed, bringing his free hand to cup your cheek and tilt your face to look back up at him. You gave in, looking up at him as your nails dug into the back of his hand, your other hand yanking at Leon's hair as your eyes rolled back. You didn't warn either of them as your body tensed, muscles pulled tight as your hips bucked and pulled away, only for Leon to follow your movements. Your orgasm came crashing into you, and they could tell you weren't used to being worked through it. You cried out, back arching as your hand pushed at Leon's head. He remained persistent at working you through it, but once he felt your body go limp, thighs trembling around his head, he let up.

You panted, vision fuzzy and hearing muffled momentarily. Your eyes fell shut, but you felt the bed shift as Leon moved. He sat up, fingers retracting slowly, earning a whine from you at the empty feeling. Your eyes cracked open as you felt him tap your lip.

"Open, baby." He muttered. Too dizzy to argue, your lips fell open, accepting his fingers. He only inserted two, allowing you to suck and lick at your mess around his fingers. "God, you're so pretty like this. You know how hard it is not to just take you all for myself?" Leon groaned quietly.

"Too bad you can't." Chris cleared his throat.

"Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky." Leon leaned down, pulling his fingers back and finding your lips with his own. The kiss was slower, but still eager. His tongue poked out gently to ask for entrance, and once allowed, his tongue worked with the kiss.

Chris waited, allowing Leon to have his moment. It was agonizing, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He was reminded of your bare body in comparison to their fully clothed bodies. He removed his shirt, getting rid of his belt next. The metal shifting on his belt made you perk slightly, looking up at him as you pulled back from Leon. Leon pouted only for a moment, but he followed Chris' lead when he realized you were perking up because of him undressing. Once all clothes were discarded, fully forgotten, and thrown around the hotel room, Leon tugged you to sit up, pulling you into his lap to keep you busy while Chris got himself comfortable. You didn't even have proper time to take in their builds or details.

With Chris laid back, Leon scooted closer to him, pulling back to look at you. "Get comfortable. Lay how you wanna." He said, keeping his hands hovering over your hips and waist as you shifted. You turned around, climbing up to straddle Chris' lap, hands coming to flatten over his chest for support as they held your hips, keeping you upright and hovering just enough.

"You ready?" Chris asked, looking up at you. Leon pressed his chest to your back, kissing your shoulder tenderly. The tenderness from them almost made you falter, caught off guard by the care of the two strangers who had been touching you from the moment you got into the hotel room.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready." You nodded. You kept one hand on Chris' chest, the other hand coming to gently lay against the side of Leon's hair as he kept his nose pressed to your pulse point, lips mouthing gently in between the slow suckles that left faint hickeys.

Chris took the lead, reaching down one hand to line himself up. Leon held your hips for you, slowly guiding you downward on Chris' cock. Chris exhaled shakily, eyes falling shut only for a moment before he looked back up to watch you, scanning for any pain or discomfort as you sank down his girth. A soft moan left your lips, brows furrowing slightly as you felt him fully bottomed out. You swore you've never felt so full in every way imaginable. Sure, you've had some decent length, decent girth, but never the two in the same one.

They waited for your OK to move, hands roaming and squeezing and groping to keep themselves busy and to ensure you were fully relaxed. You whined slightly, slowly beginning to press your hips back and forth, a slow, deep grinding motion that made your walls clamp around him, face contorting at the sensation.

"Don't push yourself. We've got all night, baby." Leon mused softly, soothing your shaky thighs as you ignored his words and kept going. Yes, you were still adjusting, but you swore you'd go insane if you didn't have some kind of friction.

"'M gonna lift you, 'kay?" Chris warned, allowing you to nod before you felt him lift your hips halfway, giving him space to buck his hips and start with a slow, upward thrust to get you comfortable.

"Oh, fuck!" You cursed, hissing lightly as your body shook. You were doubting if you could take the both of them at the same time.

"Relax, sweetheart. If it hurts, tell him." Leon soothed softly, but his deep voice only encouraged your arousal, acting like a tantalizing promise.

"Fuck, no, it's not.. not painful. Just... a lot." You breathed shakily, pressing one hand to Chris' lower torso to get him to stop and keep his hips still. You lowered yourself back down, followed by another slow lift, and then a drop. Gradually, the pace increased with time until you were able to let Chris take control without discomfort.

"Lean back." Leon instructed softly, guiding you to lean into him, letting him be used for support as Chris fucked upward into you, your eyes rolling back as your body jolted slightly with each thrust. Leon's arms wrapped around you, and his hands came to grasp your breasts firmly, feeling their jiggle and bounce in his large palms. You whimpered, one hand falling down to rub at your clit as the other hand grasped at Leon's wrist for some form of support to keep you grounded.

Chris made less dirty talk, clearly more focused on getting the job done properly rather than embarrassing himself with unexpected dirty talk that might make him sound like a fool. Unfortunately, with his high approaching, he found himself cursing, choking back a slew of whimpers and whines as his hips stuttered.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum—wait—god!" Chris threw his head back with a damn near guttural growl, a surprising contrast to his previous higher pitched sounds. He bottomed out, but much to your shock, he wasn't cumming. He was purposely at a stop to hold back, determined to have you finish first. He huffed, eyes squeezed shut as he absent-mindedly ran his palms back and forth along your inner thighs.

"Jeez, never know you were such a short fuse. Barely been a couple of minutes." Leon taunted, kissing at your neck. He really had fun like this—teasing and touching and kissing. You almost questioned if he was into cucking with how little he was doing and how okay he was with it.

"You'll understand why once you're inside of her." Chris said, like it was an incoming threat to Leon's ego. And it was.

"You think you're ready for me, too?" Leon asked softly, gently pressing you to lean forward and hover above chris on your forearms and knees. Your head fell to rest on Chris' chest, cheek smushed into his pec.

"Try. I'll tell you if I need you to stop." You muttered. Your words were beginning to slur from your daze of pleasure, eyes heavy and half-lidded.

Leon was just as slow as Chris, if not slower. He'd never done something like this, so he really had no idea if this would actually work. Leon couldn't push in at first, your pussy twitching and squeezing around Chris as you whined. "Relax. I've got you, pretty girl." Chris soothed, reaching down so that he could further spread your folds, making you whine at the feeling of being so exposed. Leon reached around and under, his fingers finding your clit so he could get your body to surrender to the pleasure. Your hips bucked, a messy groan leaving your lips. With more prep and time, Leon found himself hissing as he pressed his tip inside, snug alongside Chris' cock. You cried out, nails digging into Chris' arms as you shook.

"Do you need me to stop?" Leon froze, fighting against his needs like his life depended on it.

"No." You whimpered, a small hiccup leaving your lips. "No. Just.. go. Keep going." Your back arched, desperately trying to find some way to create more room in your already impossibly full cunt. Leon took note of that, and much to your confusion, he pulled out.

"Chris. Pull out so she can flip over." Leon said.

"Huh? Why?" Chris blinked.

"Just do it." Leon huffed. Chris, although sad at the fact that you'd be turned away from him, listened to Leon and slowly pulled out. The empty feeling made you groan, visibly frustrated as you turned over and let Chris hold you open as you laid on his front. Chris re-entered, sighing softly at the return of your warmth.

"Hold her legs like this." Leon pushed your legs upward, knees damn near touching the sides of your chest. You squeaked slightly at the stretch of your muscles, but you didn't object. Chris listened, keeping your thighs high and wide. "'M gonna try again. This should be a little better." Leon leaned over you, kissing you softly to distract you as he pressed his tip forward. You choked on a moan, brows furrowed as you clutched tight onto Leon's biceps.

"Fuck!" You gasped, pulling away to look down. Chris alone was big, already creating a faint bulge in your lower belly, but as Leon worked his way in, careful as humanly possible, the bulge was more visible. Your head fell back, eyes rolled, body trembling. Chris kissed along your jaw and neck and shoulder, hands soothing along your thighs. Leon let one hand fall down, pressing gently at the bulge as he finally bottomed out.

"Can feel both of us down here." Leon panted softly, looking down at you with a look that screamed pride and an inhuman lust. Nothing but sin.

"Please.." you breathed softly, looking up at Leon with pleading eyes.

"Please, what?" Leon cooed. "What? You wanna stop? You wanna keep going? You're saying please for what? Come on, use that brain of yours." Leon taunted lightly, watching you frown. You reached up to grab him by the nape of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply.

"Please. Fuck me." You breathed out, and both of them melted. They were absolutely wrapped around your finger.

"Just hang on a second. I don't wanna hurt you.." he exhaled softly, pulling back so he could look down at Chris, who was waiting as patiently as he could. You could feel him twitch every now and then. It was odd. The threesome itself was new, but so was the doubling up front. You didn't have time to question the logistics and wonder how your body even handled it because you were torn away from your thoughts when Leon pulled his hips back, pulling a collection of moans from all three of you. You choked, thighs trembling as you dug your nails into Chris' forearms, looking down where your bodies met.

"Jesus Christ." You gasped, only for the words to be forgotten when he pushed forward, this time harsher. You squeaked, brows furrowing as he repeated the movement. Once the discomfort subsided, your body relaxing around their girth, Leon found a good pace, brows knit together as he gritted his teeth and took Chris' hands and replaced them with his own, keeping you exposed with his hands on your thighs. Chris waited to move, hands coming to two places; one on your breast, the other coming to tilt your head back and sideways so he could look at you, only for you to distract him with a kiss so he wouldn't stare.

The sounds only got more embarrassing and lewd. Wet kisses, heavy slaps of skin on skin, mewls and moans and groans, an occasional sob from a particularly mean thrust from Leon to get deeper. Chris had finally begun moving, his thrusts timed opposite of Leon's so you were never left empty. Their paces matched perfectly, fast and mean as they let out grunts of effort with each one. Given the angle, Chris couldn't quite get himself snug inside like Leon, but his tip still managed to kiss your cervix each time, a stark contrast to the rough way Leon's cock slammed into you.

You squealed, eyes rolling back as you brought one hand down to aimlessly press at Leon's lower belly, trying to get him to slow down. Of course, he didn't. Chris let his hand slip down, his palm finding your lower belly to press down gently, making you cry out. "Fuck! Oh, god, Leon!" You whimpered, looking up at Leon. Chris let the base of his palm stay in place just above your pelvic bone, his fingers slipping downward to find your clit. "Chris!" You sobbed, back arching.

"You feel so good." Chris breathed, panting heavily as his hips curled and fucked up into you. "God, keep makin' those noises 'n neither of us are going to last." He tried to joke, but both of them knew there was truth in his words.

"Keep it up, baby. 'S exactly what we wanna hear. Y'sound like an angel." Leon panted, body curling forward above you so he could lean down to kiss you, the clashing of lips messy and harsh with uncoordinated tongue and teeth.

"Fuck—'m gonna—fuckfuckfuck!" You heaved, hands coming to Leon's shoulders as your nails dug in. The pace stayed steady, the pleasure building quicker thanks to Chris rubbing and pinching at your already overwhelmed clit.

"Cum for us, angel. Don't hold back. We want it. Need it." Chris purred, hands never ceasing their stimulation.

"Please, baby, 'm gonna cum first if ya don't." Leon admitted with a sharp inhale as his head fell forward onto your shoulder.

You didn't bother responding. It built quick enough—the hot coil in your belly snapped, and you sobbed almost violently, your entire body quivering like a feather as your orgasm snapped through you and moved throughout your body like waves, eventually allowing your muscles to release, entire body going limp as your eyes fell shut. Chris followed first. As his cum spilled into you with his tip kissing your cervix, a choked groan melted into a whimper and a satisfied sigh, his head falling back once the thick spurts came to an end. Leon came just as Chris was done, but his lasted longer in thinner, longer spurts, making you whine as you shifted your hips and turn onto your side.

"Hey, relax." Leon breathed, guiding your legs downward, allowing them to fully lose tension in the hips. Leon pulled out first, helping you lift your hips so that Chris could pull out next.

Chris' hands soothed along your body, gentle as they found purchase around your waist. He sat up slowly, keeping you in his lap. You wanted to enjoy the moment, let Leon lean in and join the warm, domestic scene, but the feeling of their cum spilling onto the sheets below in thick globs made you groan, cringing at the sensation as you leaned forward toward Leon, not wanting to sit in your shared mess.

"Take her to the bathroom and start a shower. I'll switch the sheets and join you in five." Chris said, leaning forward to kiss the nape of your neck.

Leon nodded, lifting you by the thighs to carry you to the bathroom and start a shower. Chris thanked the gods that the hotel provided extra sheets. It definitely came in handy. He was quick to switch the sheets, setting the dirty ones by the door for room service to pick up once he checked out of the hotel.

Five minutes passed, and Chris found his way to the bathroom, only to be greeted by a small whiney moan from you. He peeked in, pleasantly greeted by the sight of Leon kneeling and holding you up on the tiled wall, his head between your legs so he could clean up the mess.

"Think we need a second clean-up?" Chris stepped into the cramped shower, grinning.

"It is the mess of two." Leon muttered, voice muffled.

"Good. I'm still a little peckish."

No regrets. Except maybe the way your hips were beyond sore the next morning.

LEON S. KENNEDY. ♡

you don't know how long you both have been indulging in each other—all you know is that your cunt's jus' so sensitive. but you want more. you need more. thinkin' about being empty and not being stretched full by your boyfriend's makin' your waterline glimmer with tears.

"leoooon, please—,"

leon stared at you, in awe that you were still conscious. aware. clearly, he's not fucking you properly. "please what, angel?" "fuck me—fuck me, please. need your cock. just put it in," his fingertips tease your clit, and you whine, shaking your head. "nooo—nooooo . . need your cock. please, leon,"

today, leon finds out his ovulating girlfriend can turn into a literal succubus.

"but you said your cunt's all sore, sweet girl. you were crawling away," open-mouthed kisses are bestowed on your cheek. "just the tip. just put the tip in," leon could feel his cock stir, quickly growing erect with your neediness.

"okay, baby. whatever you say," he kisses your teary eyes before hovering over you and grabbing ahold of your legs. just the tip. just the tip. just the tip. leon has to repeat to himself, lathering the leaking crown with his creampie mixed with your slick.

just the tip. just . . the tip.

your creampied pussy makes a lewd squelch as leon slowly pushes the head in. but you're both in cloud nine, eyes rolling like it's the first time you've fucked each other. "y, yes, like that!" you whimper, reaching over to your hypersensitive clit and making aimless circles.

leon begins to move, only giving your cunt shallow, slow thrusts. "fuck, angel—," he lets his head fall back, pleasure enveloping his tip. your cunt's so fucking wet and warm. your fingers pick up their pace, cunt throbbing with intense pleasure. who knew you could jus' get off from just the tip?

"faster,"

faster?

how can leon do that without shoving himself balls deep into you? "faster—pleaseplease, leon," you sobbed. "y/n—i," he bucked his hips, trying to go faster without splittin' you open with his cock. whimpers are spilling from leon's mouth, growing needier by the second, his vision continuing to blur as he eased just the tip in, as per your request.

the way you were clenching around him, creaming around his cock—it drove him crazy. how could he not fuck you? leon has to reminded himself that you want just the tip. but he's relying solely on instinct. and before he could even realize it, he's plunged himself deep by accident, and you're wide-eyed, an unanticipated orgasm taking you both by surprise.

"leon—♡!"

"y/n—i'm sorry, sorry—,"

he can't stop. he won't stop, pounding you into the mattress and making sure you feel every length of him with every ferocious thrust. he's drooling, watching you squirm. something about seeing your pussy spurt out clear fluid with every push in makes him feral, potentially unlocked a new turn on and fantasy to jerk off to.

"t, told you just the tip," you whimper, sniffling, and leon cradles your head, essentially smushing your face into his chest. "sorry. 'm sorry, sorry—i l, love your cunt." leon sobbed, his hips doing all the work for him, pummeling into you without mercy.

spit's shining on leon's built chest as you automatically kiss and lick at the area. marks in the shape of your canines are left, and leon hisses when you bite him again.

"gonna cum, y, y/n—gonna cum—cumming. 'm cumming, oh god,"

he vigorously rams his cock in your leaking pussy, hard yet hurried; it's sloppy, and leon's just desperate to fill you again. your moans are muffled by his flesh, and leon has yet to notice that he's crushing you with his chest. not that you minded, either.

with a few more unrhythmic slams of his hips, he's spilling himself in you, all of his cum just overspilling as he kept rutting into you. "hah— h, haah . . so good—so good," he babbles, spit dripping on his chin as his eyes rolled back. "leooohn—," you grunt from beneath your boyfriend.

it's only when his orgasm finally comes down that he stops moving, clarity slowly seeping into his fucked out mind. he retires from you almost immediately, now-concerned eyes soaking in the sight of you. did you pass out? "y/n," a hand caresses your rosy cheek.

"y/n, please come back to me,"

"mhh . . "

oh thank god. he knows you're just fine, but he was still worried. "are you okay?" he whispers, brushing away the stray strings of your hair. "i'm sorry, i was . . too into it," you chuckle when you feel him pepper your face with kisses.

"i'm fine. still in one piece, baby."

you both groan when he slowly pulls out, the rest of his creampies spilling out of your gaping cunt. "i love you, leon." you mutter, weakly wrapping your arms around him. "i love you too, angel."

LUIS SERRA. ♡

"luis . . just the tip,"

you both really shouldn't have fooled around with these aphrodisiacs. it's been hours and his cock's yet to come down. luis isn't even sure if he can cum anym—

wait. did he hear that right?

"what'd you say, mami?"

it's harder to hear you when you're bent over, and especially when you're mumbling and barely coherent. "the tip—jus' the tip," you whine. "is my bebé sensitive?" he drags a finger over your slit, and you squeak, body jerking in response. your knees almost gave out. "luiiis . . jus' the tip, p, por favor . . "

you poor thing. he affectionately runs a hand over your spine, down to your ass where he kneads your curvaceous flesh. "por supuesto, amor. we can go slow. and . . just the tip," [ of course, love. ] he thought he could do it. luis can control himself, can go slow if requested—usually—but the drug that ran through his veins made that fucking impossible. swallowing a nervous lump, he prods the tip against your slit. fuck, you're so fucking wet. this wasn't fair.

with a slow push of his hips, your warmth embraces his sensitive cocktip. "oh, fuck. oh my fucking god. dios mio," luis's grip on your ass tightens, his own way of restricting himself. "sólo quiero follarte," [ i just wanna fuck you, ] he confesses, but only thrusts the tip in and nothing else.

"me estás matando aquí, bebé," [ you're killin' me here, baby. ] luis babbled on, a shiver running down spine. "are you sure you're sensitive? y, you've been—you've been always able to take it," turns out, he didn't have it in him to fulfill your request. luis could hear the obscene squelches your creamy pussy made, and his brows narrowed as he winced, almost as if he was pained from your instruction. yet, his restrained thrusts—it was more like gentle rocking, to be honest—continued, the tip pulling out with an obscene pop with every withdrawal of his hips.

he enjoyed it, of course. more than anything. but luis was a greedy, hungry man. yearning more. needing more. your pussy was just so fucking inviting, creaming all over for him with just the tip—fuck, you can't ask this from him.

"bebé—y/n, i can't—can't take it anymore. i have to. t, tengo que follarte," [ i have to fuck you. ] your eyes widened when luis slowly slides in an experimental inch. you squeal, reaching behind you with one arm, but luis just pins it on your back.

the moment he's stuffing himself completely fucking full into you, you're just sobbing, legs shaking from the mind-numbing pleasure. luis was, too, not even realizing he had just cum in you. his hips moved like clockwork, "luis! luiissss—fuck!" was all you could cry out. you squirmed, writhed, tried to crawl away from the addicting pain of pleasure, but he's tugging you right back and slamming himself into you to the hilt.

"lo siento—lo siento bebé. feels good, h, haah . . " [ i'm sorry—i'm sorry, baby. ]

all that cum pouring out of you made it much, much easier to pound that cunt. "h, haaah—fuck! luiiss—," you sobbed, unable to stop your legs from giving out. his chest rests warmly on your back, and you feel a loving kiss pressed on your temple.

"te amo, te amo . . . " he murmured as he pummeled that pussy, making sure that the tip thwacked against your perky cervix and hitting all the right spots. your head rests nicely on the pillow, and you're so fucked out, you think you're about to pass out from all the pleasure.

the bed creaks as luis kept ramming his cock deep into you, and you squeal as another orgasm washes over your body. the nth orgasm made your eyes cross, made you see fucking stars as your legs quivered and you clutched the sheets helplessly. luis didn't see it, but he sure as hell fucking felt it as you squirt all over him and his legs. "dios—dios mio, you're making a fu, fucking mess,"

his thrusts begin to slow down, hard-on still intact, but the aphrodisiac wasn’t as strong as it was from the beginning. blinking, luis realizes he was crushing you by resting his whole weight on you. "shit, shit—y/n, i'm sorry," he shuddered when he slips out of your creampied pussy. "mierda, hace frío," [ shit, it's cold. ] is whispered to himself whilst he gently lays you on your back.

"luiiis . . " you huffed. "that's not the tip," "i know, i know. i'm sorry. but, in my defense, eso es imposible," [ that's impossible to do. ] an affectionate hand caressed your hair. "still sensitive, prinsesa?" you groggily nuzzle your face in his arms.

you only hummed. the next minute is spent in silence, as luis kept you warm and held you firmly. "next time, no more aphrodisiacs," you stir as he spoke, letting out a scoff. "what? booooo."

"wha—excuse you, señorita, why are you booing me?"

"oh, c'mon. don't lie. that was fun,"

"jesus, you are such a freak. me asustas. you need to read the bible or something,"

"wow. like it wasn't you who bought those pills!"

"oh. ehehe. right."

ALBERT WESKER. ♡

bro this gif im going to start s/creaming

you're already fucked out. already trembling from the orgasms wesker's given you, and it's all thanks to the new toys he had bought from his trip. a clit sucker and a vibrating, ridged, girthy dildo. you sobbed as wesker kept thrusting the toy in and out of you, making sure you take all of its length.

"f, fuck—! s, sir, cumming—, 'm cumming,"

there wasn't much you could do, not when a silk ribbon tied your wrists and ankles to the headboard. ( he bought those, too, by the way. ) "again? look at the mess you just made." you look over at the silicone, the base was coated in your creaminess—and it was already smearing to his already-soaked fingertips.

it was so easy for him to break you, and he hasn't even undressed himself yet.

your hips buck against the air, and the unintentional reflex just makes you grind your clit against the toy that lavished its attention on you. "fuuck—! fuckfuckfuck—, a, albert—!" you clutched onto the ribbons, eyes rolling as you felt your cunt throb with need. you were close, you could feel it in the pits of your stomach. "what was that?"

wesker clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. "you call me sir, brat. or are these toys getting into that head of yours?" you hear a few clicks, and your eyes widened when you realized that the clit sucker's set to its highest setting. "s, sir—i'm sorry! i'm sorry!"

the dildo could never compare to your sir's cock—never—but the extra sensations of the pulsations and the ridges quickly sent you to the edge, never missing where you were most sensitive, always grazing that spongy nub that made your mouth fall agape. "don't w, wanna cum anymore—too much," you whimpered.

"aw," he cooed, a small smile appearing on his lips; barely noticeable. "that's really too bad, pup." he taunts, giving you a slow, but hard thrust. you squealed, clutching on to your ribbons.

"you're not in charge here,"

your cries are music to his ears, and his eyes gaze over to your squirting cunt in amusement. even though you're trembling and drooling, he's yet to withdraw the toys from you.

"are you?" "n, no, sir!" he's tight-lipped and has yet to move an inch. "n, no, sir! i'm n, not in chaaaarge—y, you are!" "hm," good enough. much to your relief, both are turned off, and you're granted a few seconds of relief.

your body relaxes on the soft bed, chest rising as you pant. “colour?” wesker asks, a rough palm caressing your shaking thighs. “g, green,” you mutter. “good. ‘m not done yet,”

wesker retires from the bed, taking his sweet time in undressing himself. it was quite the sight, though; seeing him undo his tie, unbuckle his pants. his boxers had a wet spot from his leaking tip. “you’ve been a good pup, darling.”

the bed sinks with his added weight, and you watch him leave kisses on your inner thighs, stroking his cock with a spare hand as he lathered his pre all over his monstrous girth. fuck . . could you take that? you don’t think y’have it in you. but you didn’t want to stop. y’wanted him . .

“s, sir,”

you call, and wesker’s eyes tilt up. now that he was much closer, y’could see how blown out his pupils were. “yes, my love?” he asked as he positions himself, grabbing ahold of your thighs as he slaps his fat cock atop your mons.

“c, can you put just the tip i, in—?”

wesker acts as if he didn’t hear a word you just said, rubbing his length all over your slit—continuing to lubricate his shaft with your juices. you gasped when the tip slowly sinks in, and you finally get your answer when he slammed the rest of his girth into you. you screamed, back arching as your eyes crossed.

“why should i?”

he begins to rut into you, pummeling your sensitive cunt with mean thrusts. “tell me, pet. why should i?” you couldn’t utter out a proper response, not when your brain was turning to fucking mush as he pounded you. “speak up, slut.” the added nickname’s making you clench around him, and wesker only scoffed at your lack of coherence.

“gone stupid? from me just putting—hnngg—it in?”

with the position he had you in, it was impossible for the tip to not kiss your cervix, impossible for you to not scream for him as he mercilessly plowed that cunt. "s, sir—h, haaah . . ! fuck—!" your overstimulated pussy's fucking throbbing. a squeal's torn from you as his palm collides with your puffy clit with a smack! the sting's makin' your eyes fucking water, and you could feel your legs tremble again.

"will you tell me what to do again, pet?"

"n, no, sir!"

wesker grinned, rewarding your sore clit with a kind caress of his thumb. "good pet. that's—," he groaned. fuuuck, wesker shudders at the feeling of your cunt spasming around his girth. "—more like it. gonna—gonna fuck you how i want to," his words are emphasized with harsh thrusts, to drill that idea in your pretty fucking head.

"where i want to,"

"u, uh-huh!"

"when i want to,"

"u-uhnnn—y, yes s, siiiir . . ♡ !"

seeing how disheveled and how much of a drooling mess you were, were you even remembering what he was saying? probably not. but don't worry, he's more than willing to remind you where you belonged. he could no longer hold back his noises, but he wasn't even interested in trying, anyway.

the way he sounded—feral, almost beast-like, even—you'd be lying if you said it didn't incite more arousal from you. wesker ensured you felt all of him, hips moving without thought as he mercilessly slammed into that tight fit. unfortunately for you, he was more monster than he was human.

you were fucking tightening up around him—still adjusting from the sudden switch from silicone to flesh—and how could wesker ever resist ramming and bullying that pussy with his fat cock? the way he could see how he split you open, shuddering when his tip's right against your cervix—oh, you were such a sweet, sweet pet.

his cock throbbed with the ache of a release. you made it difficult for him to control himself. "fuck—'m gonna fill you up," he hissed. "think y'deserve a creampie from me, sweet girl?" smack! the collision of his palm on your cunt brings you back to reality for a brief moment. "i'm—i'm talking to you," he snarled, an you nod mindlessly. "s, sorrryyyy . . . y, yes sir! yesyesyesyes—please!"

you continue to beg him, plead for his cum whilst he busied himself with rearranging your fucking insides. it's all you could do amidst your fucked out state. don't you worry. wesker was more than satisfied with your expressions.

burying himself to the hilt, you let out a scream as an orgasm is forced from you again, fingertips affectionately rubbing on your clit. wesker can't decide where to look—if he should watch that pussy quiver as you squirted or your face that's contorting as your irises disappear behind your lids.

"yeaaaaah, just like that. look at you—fuck, you're such a slut,"

his hips stutter as spurts of thick, warm semen floods your womb and walls. wesker groaned, shivers pricking his skin. your cunt milked him so good; and not like he'll tell you, but he's fucking obsessed. obsessed with how you're so obedient fo him, how your cunt clenched around him as you quivered from overstimulation.

"tsk, you're leaking. tighten up, slut. don't spill any more," you only oblige him—it's all you could do in your fucked-out state. a groan echoes in the room as he slowly slips out from you. from where wesker knelt, he had the perfect fucking view of your gaping cunt, trying her absolute best to keep it all in as he asked. you squeaked when he caresses your puffy clit affectionately. "shh, shh . . i know," he cooed, the other hand undoing your restraints. you didn't have the strength to keep your eyes open.

the tension slowly rolls off your muscles as he sets your legs down slowly. "you did well, my love," you could feel him bestow kisses on your face. eyes, nose, lips—they were all showered in loving kisses. your wrists are set free as he undid the ribbons on your sore wrists, his lips ghosting over the red marks over your skin, too. "missed you, albert," you mumbled, eyes slowly opening. "i missed you too, my love," there's a faint smile on his face—meant to be witnessed by you only.

"you know we're not yet done, right?"

JACK KRAUSER. ♡

krauser really has lots of pent-up frustration and sexual frustration. blessed with inhumane stamina, it's really no surprise that he can last multiple rounds. 'specially when all of it just piles up on him, mmmm—god, he loves nothing more than taking it out on you and using you for fucking hours.

but krauser is mean. cruel. you want just the tip? that's really—

"too fucking bad, baby,"

that request is fucking impossible, because he's got you folded and locked in a full nelson hold. did you expect that he'd just not bury himself deep in your pretty cunt? your eyes widened as you watched his cock slowly stretched you out again. your cunt was too sensitive.

"n, no—krauser! don't! d, don't—pleasepleaseplease—,"

his balls only throbbed, eyes rolling as your pleas fall to deafened ears. your groans echo in the room as he pushes another inch or two into you. fuck, you need to breathe—

krauser laughed breathily in your ear. "what was that?" you couldn't muster a single word—it was all just pathetic squeaks. "just the tip, you say?" he'd purr, pushing in as slow as he can so your pulsating walls can feel every single inch stretching you. ruining you.

"c, can't—,"

"can't what? can't speak?"

he completely slams into you with a loud plap! you're speechless and fucking stupefied—but, frankly, what else is there to say? "urgg—feel that?" this fucking asshole just had to start gyrating his hips. you could feel the tip poke 'nd prod against that cervix, and fuck, you're trembling.

"c'moooon, sweets. y'better be awake,"

sticky drool's drippin' from those pretty lips as he began to pound you like he hated you. him doing all the work was not a problem, not at all. krauser could easily manhandle you, and he made sure that you knew. he was bouncing you on his cock like you weighed nothing and fuck—you couldn't even think of anything to say aside from his name and ah's! and oh's!

it didn't help his cock was a mix of both veiny and fucking gargantuan—you're convinced your cervix's all bruised because his tip kept hitting 'nd hitting all of your spots. "love your cunt—fuck, you like this? huh? bet you do. look at your cunt's reflection. messy fucking slut," he groaned, ramming into you vigorously. it's like he hasn't even broken a sweat.

"k, krauseeeer—," you sobbed, absolutely broken and cockdrunk. "yeah? 'm here," he pants, eyes threatening to roll back. but he had to watch you in the mirror, had to watch you crumble and go fucking stupid just from his cock. "what does my baby want, h, huh? want me to go faster?" before you had the chance to respond, he's fucking pummeling into you faster than you could even blink; you're fucking dizzy and barely lucid, but that's okay. no need to think, krauser's got you. ♡

"'m c, cummingggggg—cumming. j, jaaaaack—♡!"

"my fucking goooood—fuuuuuuck . . look at this squirting cunt,"

clear liquid's spurtin' out of that stretched pussy, coating him and yourself as he forces an orgasm outta you. you're so fucking hot, fuck. krauser's never ever ever letting you go. "you love my cock, babe?" if it wasn't for how both his large hands held your head, you would have nodded. "u, uh-huh! love—l, love your cock—♡!" "attaaa girl. i love your cunt so, so fucking much—♡,"

krauser doesn't even realize he's drooling himself—completely immersed in the pleasure. he could stay buried in you for fucking eternity. "fuck—wanna breed you. lemme breed—lemme breed you. need to knock you up," he babbled on, focused on jus' chasing his release. and with the pace of how he fucked you—it wouldn't take long.

and you?

you're fucking spritzing all over him everytime his tip grazes against that spongy nub in your dripping pussy. why'd you even ask him to not put it all in? clearly, you loved this. but don't worry. for once, he'll humour you. "y'wanted just the tip, right?" "h, hnnngg—♡," good enough of an answer for him. you're brought back to reality briefly when his movements halt. confused, you only watched your obscene reflections whilst he shifted his hips. "j, jack, what're you—?!" your eyes widened when you feel his tip slowly bury into the tight barrier of flesh in your cervix.

krauser whimpered. fuuuuuuck, you were sucking him in so good. he can't even pull out. "baby—baby, oh god. fuck, fuck. i'm fucking—cumming. 'm cumming—oh my gooooood," it didn't take any more thrusts for him to start filling your womb up with fertile, sticky cum.

you whined as your cunt's flooded with his seed, and you couldn't do anythin' except for clawing on his built forearms as he held you in place. "urgg—yeah . . . just like that . . fuuuck, i love your pussy baby," you couldn't utter a word. you felt so fucking full. krauser finally releases your head, but still held your body close as he settles on the edge of the bed. you practically collapse on his muscular frame when he finally sits, and that's okay. ♡ krauser made sure he held you tight, wrapping large arms around your body and leaning into you so he could kiss your face.

"tongue out, babe. lemme . . "

you oblige mindlessly, sticking your pretty tongue out for him. krauser's scarred lips wrap around your wet muscle, groaning as he sucked on it. didn't take long 'til he was devouring your spit-stained mouth as you cockwarmed him.

"mmmm. ♡."

CHRIS REDFIELD. ♡

this gif is so? um.

chris usually loves to prep you. loves to spend his time devouring your pussy and having his lips wrapped around that sensitive clit.

but you've got work in an hour, and time isn't a luxury you both have. "chris, j, just the tip, okay?" you say, raisin' your hips as you bent over the dining table; weight propped up on your soft palms. of course you can't say no to him, especially when the outline of his erected cock on his grey boxers is all you've been seeing this morning. but you're just a girl. you have needs and wants.

"just the tip?"

chris asks, pressing his clothed chest against your back. you feel his stubble against your cheek as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your skin. "i don't . . i don't think i can do it, princess," he whined as his hips push forward. you couldn't utter another word as the leaking head stretches your cunt out.

you shuddered, lips quivering as you clutched on to whatever surface you were bent over on. "y, you caaaan—a, aaah, fuck—you have to . . ” you whined. but chris was greedy. hungry.

he’s not sure where he gets the courage to pull out, but he does. the tip slides out from you with a lewd, almost muted, pop! and you’re both unsatisfied, left yearning with feeling the other completely; but it makes do. it has to. tonight, he can have you for as long as he wanted.

“y/n, p, please—,” he pleads, still fuckin’ you with just the tip. chris can feel just how wet you are, hear how that cunt squelched as bucked his hips. “n, nooo—chris, i’ll—i’ll be late,” “don’t go,” his canines graze your skin, and you squealed when he pushes an inch in. your cunt’s pulsating—trying to accommodate his fat cock without prep. “don’t go—y’don’t h, have to go. please stay,” “ch, chris, i—hnnn!” the rest is completely slammed into you, and your eyes cross. chris takes advantage of your agape mouth, kissing you and letting his tongue glissade over yours.

chris starts to pound that cunt, and muffled cries were swallowed by his lips. you can’t really lie, this felt waaaay better than just the tip. the way the tip bulges out from your lower tummy, the way the pink crown keeps kissing that sensitive cervix, it can’t compare. ever.

“mhhhf,” you groan against his lips, and chris playfully bites down on your lower brim. it was hard to take in air when every thrust into you knocked the air outta your lungs. chris parts from you as he held your hips with those big hands of his.

his pace quickens, ramming into you mercilessly. you're both whimpering, voices blending together in melodious sin; whatever thoughts you had before—gone. not when chris had the skill to turn your brain to mush. "goddd—fuck, y/n. y, y'feel so goooood . . " chris sobbed. if only you could see his face. brows scrunched as he struggled to keep his eyes open; only you could bring these facial expressions to this big, beefy man's face.

you squealed when a hand snakes under your skirt, fingertips rubbing against your neglected clit. "oh fuck!" you mewled, unable to keep your cries to a low. "feel good, princess?" chris purred whilst fucking you into oblivion. "u, uh-huh—♡!" fuuuuck, his balls are fucking throbbing.

"d, don't go . . jus' stay. be my pretty little wife. i can t, take care of you,"

he babbled on, rutting into you, stuffing you full with that veiny cock. chris wants nothing more than to fucking breed you, fill your womb with his cum. "'m g, gonna fucking cum," he pants, chest heaving. but he doesn't stop pummeling that cunt—goes faster, actually. chasing his release and eager to give you yours. the table's creaking, and everything on it shook with every thrust. upstairs neighbour behaviour.

you screamed when he lightly pinches that sensitive bud, and you're seeing stars; mouth agape and back completely arched as he coaxes an orgasm from you. your legs trembled, and chris bit on his lip. "fuuuuck, baby. you're so hot—love you, i love you," "chriiiis, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck. love youuuuuu . . ♡,"

your lips crash together again, sloppily kissing each other as chris fucks you through your high. he grunts, wrapping his lips 'round your tongue, tasting you. with another slam of his hips, you moan against his mouth when he's completely buried deep in you; thick ropes of cum flooding your creamy, spasming cunt. he can't move any more, can't think anymore. he pulls away from you, because he's sure he'll forget how to breathe.

"oooooh, fuuuck—♡,"

spit's trickling down his stubbled chin, and chris is quiet for a moment; sent to cloud nine and completely fucked out. it takes a minute or two for him to recover, and he tilts your head to the side so he could briefly kiss you while he slid out of your cunt. you both groan, and chris kneads your ass, watching his cum slowly leak from your gaping pussy.

"heheh . . gonna call in sick?"

well, you couldn't feel your legs, so. yes.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA. ♡

carlos watched you writhe whilst you came undone from his tongue. your fingers were tugging on his already disheveled, raven tresses. it's your fifth orgasm—he thinks, if he's counting right; and he'd gladly give you more. his wet kisses trail up your tummy, chest, lips, and you liked how your taste lingered on his tongue.

"carlooos,"

"yes, meu bebê?"

carlos gets a realization tonight.

"want more. 'jus wanna feel you,"

he spoils you a little too much.

your cunt was still twitching with need. you'd do anything to satiate your hunger, anything to relieve that arousal pooling in your tummy. even though he's spent the last few minutes coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

but he loved seeing you like this. desperate. needy. like he was the only person you needed. you knew just how to get his gears going without trying. "hmm? but you just came, meu bebê. my beard's still wet," he teased, lips latching on your neck and tracing your skin with sharp canines. you held on to his built biceps, and carlos brings your knuckles to his lips. "j, jus' the tip. please. i want more," "i know, i know, bebê. shh . . "

he can never resist you. especially when you were begging him so prettily. didn't take long for him to prod his tip against your needy hole. you both gasp when the tip slowly sinks in, slowly stretches that wet pussy apart. your nails dig into his skin, and carlos bit his lip. "fuuuck, y/n. your pussy—," fucking warm 'nd tight. clenching on him like you needed him.

carlos didn't mind being bossed around by you, especially by you. he'd do anything you'd ask before you could even blink, but he just has to remind you who's in charge.

you gasped when he slowly sheathes an inch or two into your tight cunt. "carlos, w, what're you—?!" he makes sure to slide in nice and slow, so you'll feel every inch of him splitting him open. and also so he can savour that surprised look in your face.

especially when he harshly shoves the rest of his cock in your leaking pussy, god. you'll kill him. "y, you're so unfair, princesa. so cruel t'me," he cooed, not even giving you the time to process a thought as he began to pound you with ungodly stamina.

"you think i don't have needs too? think i don't need to fuck this cunt and to fuck you 'til you're cockdrunk and overstimulated?" nasty mouth, nastier thrusts. your eyes crossed, body jouncing with every slam forward of his hips.

"c, carlos—h,hnnngg!"

he grins. "yeaaaah, that's right, baby. scream my name." you were so sensitive already, flesh walls spasming around his veiny girth, but fuck, you were oozing so much milky essence, it smeared all over his balls. he leans in so your lips could crash together, and carlos grunts against your mouth as you instinctively wrap you legs around him. of course he had to pick up his pace. why wouldn't he? he was such a good boyfriend to you, paying attention to all your needs.

you whine when he parts from you, but he has to, or else he'd lose his balance. he needed to focus on fucking you, tire his pretty bebê out. he bites his lip when you run your palms all over his built chest and abdomen.

"fuckfuckfuck—carlos—♡!"

a hand wraps around your breast, kneading your tits and running his fingers over your erect nipple. whatever thought you had, he quickly fucked it out from that pretty mind of yours. whatever. not like you needed to think when he could do that for you. well, try.

"y/n—♡ godddd, minha linda garota," [ my pretty girl, ] he babbles on, absolutely hypnotized. god, what were you doing to him? carlos kept pummeling that cunt, bed creaking obnoxiously in the process but it seemed that neither of you cared.

more marks littered his skin, ranging from bites to scratches, and they were definitely going to be sore later, but that's okay, a little pain didn't hurt no one. spit trickles down on carlos's stubbled chin, and you lift yourself up a little jus' so you could lick it up.

"y/n—♡! f, fuck! você é tão porra de suja, m, merda!" [ you're so fucking filthy, shit! ] hooking his arms around your thighs and lifting it up to his shoulders, you squealed when he begins to fuck you faster. harder. sounds of skin slapping growing louder as he rammed you without mercy.

a spare thumb began to trace aimless circles on your clit, and you screamed as an orgasm was ripped from your poor oversensitive cunt. "c, carlos—♡! oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" you clutched onto the pillows, sheets, fucking anything. you sobbed, and carlos gently flicks his middle finger against that puffy clit—you squealed as you squirt in small fountains.

"you're sensitive, aren't you, bebê? eu te quebrei, princesa?" [ did i break you, princess? ]

and oh, the way you only responded in fucked out mewls, how fucking precious. now that you've coated his girth in your squirt, it was much easier for him to move in 'n out. you could hear jus' how wet he made you, how that soaking cunt squelched with every thrust. you were such a slut for your boyfriend, and rightfully so.

he stops being cocky when his orgasm nears, grunts turning into high-pitched whimpers as he fucked you into the mattress. carlos tried to keep his monstrous, merciless pace, but fuck, he was so close. the closer he was to filling your cunt up and flooding your walls, the sloppier his hips got, probably from fatigue.

but you were such an angel, his god-sent angel, movin' your hips as you tried to meet his thrusts halfway. carlos could cum at the fucking sight of you trying to fuck yourself against him.

"oh god—♡! oh god, fuck, fuuuuck. vou gozar. vou te engravidar. ai meu deus." [ gonna cum. 'm gonna get you pregnant, oh my god. ] carlos sobbed, and after a few more push of his hips, he's crying out as ribbons of thick cum filled that cunt.

he rides his high out with a few more mindless thrusts, combing a spare hand through his hair. he's in fucking heaven, jesus christ. it's you that brings him back to reality, rubbing his forearm and eventually interlacing your fingers with his.

"oh my god, baby. are you okay?" he caressed your face, and you tiredly smile at him. "never better," you kissed his palm, and carlos tucks away the stray hairs on your face. "you sure? you okay? does anything hurt?" "no, i'm fine. well, a little sore and sensitive, but it's okay. i like it," a grin tugged on his lips, and he shook his head. "you're such a freak, baby. it's okay, i love you," a kiss is pressed on your forehead, nose, and then lips.

you shuddered when he pulls out, and his cum slowly leaks from your used, gaping hole. "i love you . . " you mutter, scooting over to the side so carlos can have the space beside you. he sighs in relief when he finally lays down, absolutely spent. "c'mere," carlos sleepily grunts, pulling you to his arms. you took it upon yourself to cover both your bare, sweaty bodies with the blanket.

"did i tire you out yet?" "hmm . . no, not really," you jeered, and carlos chuckled. "well, i certainly tired myself out," you both laugh, and it didn't take long 'til you both dozed off.

end.

When Beldaruit he first proposed to you when you two were still in your prime adult days was like a fairytale come true. Not only was his mind filled with endless possibilities on how to propose but where it would be, who would be there, and what you wanted especially.

Of course when you accepted his proposal, he was over the moon. All that overthinking, palms sweating, and ranting to himself actually meant something in the end! He loved you more than his heart could beat. Therefore, he promised he’ll make the future days ahead better than what you would imagine they’d be.

In terms of who lives where, he’d want you to move with in and stay in the Great Hall. It was just better that way and way easier than you living outside the Great Hall. He wants to be near you or at least see you everyday. The morning where you share a morning kiss and the night where you share a goodnight kiss.

In terms of rings, he probably found a way without asking you directly on what ring or what you’d want on your future engagement ring to look like. He holds secrets very well, and knows when it’s the right time to show or tell you. Let’s just say the ring he got for you was almost everything you wanted. Whenever it was silver, gold, rose gold, etc.

Since you guys are engaged, he immediately started planning the wedding— in fact he started already! Of course the location and you also pitched in your own thoughts and ideas. In terms of wedding dress, you got to decide yourself which in the end on the day of the wedding, he still shed some tears just watching you walk down the aisle.

Beldaruit makes sure your time with him is never wasted. Now you two are bonded, he makes sure that the word— because being honest, word always gets out. Especially when your married and previously dated someone who before became one of the wise, was someone who people knew pretty well. He wants people to know that he’s happy and to always treat you with respect.

To the present day, Beldaruit always respects you and treats you like you’re more important than him in some scenarios. You’ve already met Qifrey, but he introduces you to Coco along with the rest of Qifrey’s apprentices when the time is right and they finally go down to the Great Hall.

Whenever Beldaruit has troubles, he always shares them to you. You’re his most precious, trustful person he can ever rely on. You guys wouldn’t be married if you weren’t. Nonetheless, he tells his troubles and you two figure it out together on how to solve it. Think of it as a sort of bonding with each other.

Beldaruit always calls you his angel. He loves it when he refers to you by angel, beloved, or dear. He’ll throw in dearest here and there. He’s also never afraid to say it in front of people either. Beldaruit takes pride knowing that you’re his beloved.

Overall, Beldaruit cares and loves you deeply. He takes no regrets that he married you. Seeing you as his own magic as he takes magic so close to him in his own life as a witch. As long as you’re around, he’ll be the most happiest man anyone can witness.

@/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL ໒꒱ ，creds to @/cursed-carmine for banners

“You know it’s kind of rude of you to be so gorgeous.” You mumble chin resting on your palm as you watch Tamsy brush out his hair. The man hums with a smile as he places the brush down. When he turns his eyes to you, heavy lashes framing his pretty eyes, you huff. “Ugh! See that’s what I’m saying! Quit batting them pretty lashes at me!” You whine rolling onto your back on his bed to stare at the ceiling.

He laughs from his spot at the desk before getting up and sitting next to you. His smile is warm as he gazes down at you. His gentle hand brushes a few stray strands from your face. “You know the worst part about being so attractive is?” He asks.

“What?” You ask him, catching his hand on the retreat to hold.

“I’m asking you.” He quips, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Oh come off it!” You start laughing to yourself as he continues peppering your face all over. He threads his fingers with yours while you two trade kisses over and over. When he pulls away he gazes at you fondly.

“You know, when I became scarred like this I never thought someone would love me like you do.” He hums. He sits up, placing his hands in his lap. You follow suit and lean into his sides. Your eyes trail over his features catching slight changes that tell you he’s being serious, vulnerable, insecure.

“I think it adds some visual intrigue personally.” You half joke. He scoffs and nudges you with his shoulder. You take his hand into your again slowly, pulling it in to kiss the back of it. “I’m serious, it was the first thing I noticed and the thing that made me want to know you. It’s probably your prettiest feature to me.” You lean in and tug at the buttons of his night shirt. Baring some of his skin to you. You trail kisses along the edges of the scars littering the exposed skin.

“It’s like you’re a rose with thorns. Pretty and dangerous. Very mysterious~” you smirk at him with a wink. The blond chuckles at this running hand down your back. He lays out on the bed this time and pulls you to his side to tuck you close. Your body is warm against his as you snuggle into his chest.

“You’ve never asked me how I got them.” He notes finding a crack in the ceiling to focus on. You simply wrap a leg around his hip as you get comfortable.

“Did you want me to?” You prompt.

“…No. It’s not something I like talking about.” He admits hand stilling its trail along your skin. Your eyes are closed as you casually relax.

“Then I won’t ask.” You confirm.

“It doesn’t bother you?” He asks, pressing his cheek to the top of your head, leaning into you. “That I don’t share things like this, things from my past.”

“No.” You reply promptly, yawning after. “If you felt the need to tell me you would have. It’s not really any of my business. Even if we love each other, that doesn’t entitle me to dig up bad memories.” You talk about it like it’s so simple, like you’d already set it in stone long before he asked the question, maybe you had.

“I like who you are now, that’s the person I fell in love with. I don’t need to know every gritty detail.” You reach out to tuck your hand under his shirt and rest it on his soft skin. You’re unabashedly stealing his body heat, he thinks it funny how unserious you can be while the conversation is not. Your body is easing into his more, relaxing fully and slipping into unconsciousness.

Tamsy is left with this thoughts, frown deep on his features as he keeps focusing on the crack. Glaring at it like it’s threatening to open up and swallow him whole. You may love the man that he portrays but you know little of the actual man underneath. It irks him, how much you ease his worries and love him unconditionally. He was only using you to make his cover more believable. He was never meant to get this attached. He’s in too deep, rethinking every goal he came to the ground to accomplish. His arms tighten around you as his brows knit together harder.

He’ll have to figure out a way to spare you from the sphere’s manipulation and control. And what if the ground can’t see that he’s truly on their side, even if his methods are unorthodox. He grits his teeth at the thought, I silent rage stiffening his shoulders.

He’ll sacrifice both sides if he has to.

A spider never chases. It simply waits.

All it takes is one misstep, a tingling along the silk weaved so intimately, that every pluck, every struggle, tells exactly where it is in the fine tapestry.

Such were Tamsy’s musings as he looked through the intricacies of an abandoned web at the courtyard—your usual spot to quietly read.

In the grand scheme of things, you were no threat. Just someone who appeared, since day one, to be both indifferent and aware of him. Something akin to a buffer than anything else. Perhaps even a hiccup—mildly annoying, yet passing. Ultimately, an irrelevant piece on the board.

Still, upon your integration with Team Eager, Tamsy had to check two important things. Your Jinki...

Could it kill him?

Could it be of use?

For one, it was a compelling little thing, as well as the mystery that had it wrapped around. A nuisance should you pit it against his own. Concerning each time he considered the manner in which it was often hidden away. But compelling nonetheless.

Though low priority, Tamsy wanted to get rid of it. But days turned into weeks, seasons had changed, and an unforeseen circumstance arose.

You used to flutter around from one person to another as if sampling petals, leaving nothing but coquettish smiles like a trail of dust in your wake, and still managed to keep everybody at arms length. It was quickly becoming a curiosity to Tamsy, the way you had been moving around so seamlessly…

Until the arrival of Rudo.

Lately, like a long lost older sister, Rudo had been growing closer to you, and disturbingly swift too. Tamsy wasn’t jealous, no, not necessarily. In fact, he thought this a promising development. A high so lovely, he pictured, and its potential crash once he decided to smother it. Advantages, despite everything, were still advantages, and all was well and welcome. By getting rid of you, he’d get to bend Rudo too—hitting two birds with a single stone. Such was the power of friendship, and Tamsy could all but gag about it.

How should he proceed with it, he wondered, the disposal. However, it was kind of impossible to take away someone who kept refusing to get attached to begin with. But Tamsy was nothing if not patient.

Logistics could come later. The traps were set.

For now, he would wait.

Nose deep into the foxing pages of a sorry-looking leatherbound, you didn’t even bother to look up as Tamsy approached.

“Oh, it’s that book again.”

“And what of it, Tam-tam?”

Tam-tam. Sounded more like an accusation than a lousy nickname.

“Just making small talk.” On the long makeshift bench, Tamsy situated himself next to you. You paid him no mind. “Delmon’s taking his time.”

“What’s he doing?”

Tamsy flicked his hand towards the big guy’s distant yelling. “Discussing logistics with Semiu. Or something of the sort.”

You gave no response, just a noncommittal grunt as your eyes drifted across the page. Yet a curve had formed on the corners of your lips. Faint, teasing, but there.

“What was it again?” He gazed at the expanse of the sky. Aimless, as if in deep thought. “I am no bird… no net ensnares me?”

And, there you go—a ripple on a surface that had once been unmoved. Now you were interested. Now you wanted to spark a conversation. Your head turned.

“You… you’ve read it?”

“How can I not, when you’ve been toting that thing around?” He vaguely gestured at the heavily battered book. “Found a copy not too long ago. How many times have you read it by now?”

“Many.” A nonanswer, like always, but the way your body leaned toward him this time was quite telling. Folding the corner of a page, you closed the book, and crossed your legs. “So, what are your thoughts?”

“Well, simply put, I think she’s quite admirable,” and annoying, Tamsy thought. Both could be true and said. “The way she just refuses to go down. Jane, that is.”

“And Rochester?”

“Oh, him? I find him a bit cruel,” and weak, a pathetic amateur, Tamsy thought as he rested his chin in his palm, “Jane deserved someone who could be transparent with her, not someone who played mind games to trap her,” he sighed then, thumbing the ends of his hair, “But then again, I guess that’s what makes it so good.”

You hummed, regarding him as the silence stretched on, before falling into a passionate and animated rambling. Tamsy listened. Took mental notes. It seemed that by having yourself repeatedly read about a fiercely independent woman, it was no mistake that you had this deep aversion to being controlled, a catharsis-seeking urge for liberation, and it amused him to no end.

Oh, the possibilities! Tamsy mused, the pleasure of being around passionate people. It was as if this chance was touched by divinity long before he had met you. He’d gladly take care of these convictions, make sure they were all intact, and in time, have you fail where the main character in the book succeeded.

“I really enjoyed this talk we had. We should do this again sometimes, perhaps over tea.” Prompted by the staticky voice that had echoed off his choker, Tamsy stood up and dusted his uniform. “Now, everybody’s waiting. Let’s go?”

“Oh! Wait—” You gasped in wonder, all for the sake of humoring him, it seemed. “Like a bookclub.”

“Is that what it’s called?” He tilted his head, humoring you back. “Then, yes.”

You didn’t speak right away as you remained seated, unmoved and looking up at him. Scrutinizing him. Then you smiled, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I don’t like tea.”

And with that, you stood too, and walked past him as if making sure you had the last say.

Some flighty thing you were.

༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

Now what would it take to get you where Tamsy wanted you?

Unlike you, Tamsy was not much into flirting. Never had. Didn’t see the appeal in trifling with the art. It was too direct and totally not his style. Being reliable and kind and caring to the point of suffocation were more than sufficient, all of which had taken him distances.

Up there. Down here. Back and forth.

But, oddly enough, for someone who rarely had their hands out in the open, Tamsy found genuine pleasure in reaching out to touch you. Initially, it had meant to mess with you, but the strange warmth that engulfed him whenever your skin meets his palm, little by little, was becoming irresistible. He abhorred this new found feeling, yet relished it. Among these treats were having his elbow propped on your shoulder, the act of repositioning your mask, squeezing parts of you when he had to gently move you out of the way. Subtle. Friendly.

Sorely mild from what he truly desired most.

And even then, nothing seemed to work. You remained as you were, except a lot more watchful. If anything, it was as if you were challenging him, toying with him. Goading him to try harder. A different approach, perhaps? Well, he could just kill you, couldn’t he? After all, he loathed nothing but inactivity. Should he just conclude this earlier than planned? At this point in time, would it affect Rudo on a magnitude which Tamsy wanted?

No, he didn’t think so. And to top it all off, suspicions would arise. Not that it mattered, really. It’d be an inconvenience at most, but he would make do without it, thus deciding against it.

Perhaps he had to take it up a notch moving forward, drive you to a wall, and corner you. Humble you. A little self-victimization on his part wouldn’t hurt. He’d have you doubt your assumptions, have you doubt yourself. He’d have you spend all your time contemplating all the ways he had acted thus far, to a point at which you wouldn’t even dare think you had him clocked, or look at him like he was some sly creature hiding in plain sight.

And what do you know, an evening of celebration at HQ presented itself. The aroma of grilled meat and cheap liquor permeated the stuffy air in the break room. Tamsy plucked the opportunity like a dangling fruit—low and close to ripe—to make you see how much of an angel he was. Tedious, yes.

Entertaining? Absolutely.

The night advanced, as usual, and the alcohol began its descent into everyone’s systems, including yours. The conversations were a mishmash of nonsense, going from serious, to raunchy, to sappy, after copious amounts of crushed beer cans. Such were usual occurrences during these things. And anytime now, like clockwork, you would leave your post to get some fresh air. After all, you were a creature of habit, and whether sober or not, you liked your little evening strolls.

Outside wasn’t all that different, but at least it was less rackety, and he could have the pleasure of being alone with you. It didn’t take much for you to notice you were being followed. Smoke saturated his lungs the moment he had reached you, swirls of it trailing behind with the whispering wind.

“Want one, Tam-tam?”

“And here I thought you quit.” He started, holding up a hand to refuse the offer. “Are you alright?”

“Are you?” You threw it back rather sharp, easy, your narrowed eyes catching the slightest glint.

“A little concerned, is all.”

“Aww, aren’t you a sweetheart.”

Aren’t you a smart mouth, Tamsy mused.

The embers glowed fierce as you took a long drag, your fingers trembling ever so slightly with fresh blood adorning the sides of your lacquered index finger. “Why wouldn’t I be alright though?”

“Something’s bothering you by the looks of things.” Tamsy glanced at your hand, made sure you saw it, before facing ahead. “Was it the conversation back there?”

“Was it?” You hummed thoughtfully before chuckling between words without a hint of humor in it. “Or is it you that’s kinda bothering me? By the looks of things, of course.”

A beat passed, then another, as he shuffled off alongside you. He let your response hang suspended for a good while to let both of your footsteps tick away like clocks, let the awkwardness force its way in, before doing a little probing. The two of you had already reached the greater part of town, one cigarette after another, when he delivered the blow with a soft, self-effacing cadence.

“You don’t like me all that much, do you?”

“Eh?” Through an impish purr, you smirked. “What makes you say that?”

Aside from the fact that you had always gravitated towards Delmon—Delmon! Of all people! Because, what, your shared fondness for something so useless like flowers?!—it was the way you had his senses agitated, had them heightened. Your guard was always up when he was around, a lot more when he was near. The searing gazes. From distances. From across rooms. As if outwardly provoking him, anticipating for the slightest tell, the things he’d been doing underwraps. Of course, it was highly probable that you didn’t have a clue. And yet, and yet—

“A hunch, perhaps,” was what Tamsy settled for.

“And you’re bringing this up now, because?”

“Well, it’s important that we get along as a team, is it not?”

“We already make a good team as it is.” You leered. Tamsy hadn’t seen you this suspicious. “Does it matter what I feel?”

“It matters.” Tamsy said softly yet pointedly. “I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I’m very comfortable! We’ve been working together for, what, almost a year now?” You waved your cigarette in a dismissive arc. “I’m fine. And it’s not like I hate you or anything like that. You’re just… too nice.”

Interesting. His gentleness didn’t waver. “Too nice?”

“You see, I don’t like nice. Nice rings all my alarms at once. Nice is…” you trailed off, mulling over the word. “… unpredictable. It’s a me problem. Nothing personal.”

“And yet,” Tamsy sighed, flashing the slightest, self-deprecating smile. “It wounds me.”

“Oh, Tams, you really aren’t getting it, are you?” You all but chuckle, shaking your head. “Are all pretty faces this dense?”

Whaaaaat?

“Whatever do you mean by that, dear?”

You paused, snorted, and choked on your own smoke, which gave him an excuse to close the distance, leading you to a narrow alleyway, as he gently rubbed your back. The moment you were done wheezing, you echoed the pet name to taunt him. It was impressive how long you held his gaze before speaking, smoothing the length of his tie without a hitch.

“It means I like you, dummy.”

Tamsy blinked. Took him a full second to recalibrate. You… like him? Like, like like? That tiny pocket of silence was all it took for thoughts to spill from your lips once more.

“Look, I’m kinda wasted. And tomorrow? I probably won’t have a dust of recollection about this. So, please, be a gentleman and never bring this up, ever.” Then, a lazy smile painted your flushed face. “Besides, I don’t hook up with people I closely work with. Shits get in the way, you know?”

“Well, then, I didn’t hear a thing.” Tamsy smiled, nodding with warmth and assurance. Because of course. “Should we head back?”

And to this, you nodded too, almost disappointed, wistful. One that was a hard catch for the untrained eye. He bet you had expected a different response. And my, my, such exceptional turn of events, indeed. To think he thought of the opposite. How strange was that. He had to give it to you, momentarily as it was, for throwing him off kilter, but he already picked up where he had left off.

It would be a lie, foreseen or not, if he said this quick-paced push and pull of yours, didn’t move him, didn’t turn him on. If anything, it elevated the traps.

As you walked a few paces ahead of him, Tamsy wondered how skittish you could get once entangled in his ropes, wielding Tokushin, or perhaps even without. Wondered how he would go about it—crossing every boundary you had, as if the lines were scrawled in sand.

To you, it was a heavily downplayed drunken confession. Luckily for Tamsy, it was a poorly veiled fissure, one of which he’d gladly dip his hands in.

And dipping his hands he certainly did. One thing led to another, and Tamsy took the courtesy of accompanying you back to your quarters. Some gentleman he was, right?

Limp and flushed, Tamsy hovered over your figure as he laid you down on the mattress, giddy at the sight of a trust so giving, so profound. Certain you had fallen asleep, he fished for the readied hangover pill in his pocket, planning to put a little note beside it on your nightstand as proof that he would never do something indecent, cranking up the halo effect a little more.

And much to his delight and deductions, you pulled him down, shook his tresses loose, and kissed him like a hungry, feeble thing. The odd fixation you had for his labret made his piercing sting, prompting Tamsy to roll his eyes so hard it was nearly audible.

And yet, something else stirred in him, this feeling only you had ignited in him, and tickled his vice for control. It was the way you were so responsive under his touch. Breathless. As if starved. And even through the hindrance that were your clothes, Tamsy could feel how unbelievably feverish your body was against his own. It nearly stupefied him, this desperation you had—for better or for worse—for any semblance of connection, and his desire to see something pretty absolutely destroyed.

Under your indecisiveness, he snapped out of it, as you pushed him just enough to take a good look at him. You murmured an incoherent mix of half giggles and half bullshit—

“So gentle, aren’t you?” You cupped his face, your thumbs light like brushstrokes on his cheeks, cooing at him like he was some child. “You know you can quit the good guy act now, right? Put me in place once and for all?”

Tamsy supposed, no, he was sure this had happened before, and every time it did, they’d drop the act and proceed just as they pleased. Or perhaps they wouldn’t even try. They wouldn’t trick you, or hide beneath a facade, and show you just how despicable they actually were. Such cruelty was nothing short of new down here. He even deemed it necessary. And it really was a shame, and a little comical, how the likes of you subconsciously seek for a different ending in the same abusive loop.

“Why?” The mask slipped and it was well within intention. “Would you rather have me ruin you?”

The moment his question landed, your pupils began to yawn, blown significantly wide as if he was staring down at the abyss itself, threatening to swallow him whole. Your lips parted, soft and moist, yet the words held more of its usual bite. “Can you?”

You sweet thing. This sight alone was enough to overflow Tamsy with tremendous glee.

Perhaps it was the fear surfacing, that yes, he was just like everybody else, perhaps he was even worse, that you had been right all along. Or rather, out of satisfaction, for the likeness of control was within reach, that between you and him, you thought you were pulling the strings.

Either way, it was all so fascinating. So intriguing. So tempting.

He might as well simply let the facade slide off, pin you down, and have his way with you. The Watchman Series Book offered the convenience for such situations. You’d never remember a thing, but your body absolutely would, which was exciting to explore—its depths and all—with you. But turning your skepticism into reality seemed more enticing, and in the long run, felt more rewarding. Higher and higher, he’d hold your hand, make you believe that goodness was still out there, only for him to drop you from such great heights.

So, he’d bide his time. After all, he didn’t mind the long campaign. Because he was just so nice, wasn’t he?

And just like that, Tamsy broke the spell.

“You seem to misunderstand.” He climbed off the bed from which you sat up. Then, he smoothed out his disheveled hair and clothes. “I didn’t come here because I had an ulterior motive. Though I see why you’d think that. But honestly, I’ve never thought of you that way, nor did it ever cross my mind to…” He winced just the slightest to make it more believable. “To hurt you.”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes, laughing the whole thing off. Tamsy thought it cute. “I was just messing with you.”

“I admit, I might’ve gotten carried away, but,” he sighed, theatrically so, “I wish you wouldn’t do such things—”

“It really is not that serious, geez.” You scoffed, waved him off. “You know what? Just go, Tamsy. Leave.”

Quietly, he twisted the doorknob then glanced over his shoulder one last time, and ah, there it was—the slightest hesitation. Did you feel bad, being so presumptuous? Did you feel ashamed, being so crass when all he did was care about you?

And to poke at the fresh bruise once more, he smiled a meek one. “I hope we’re still friends.”

Leaving your quarters, the muffled revelry downstairs immediately became louder down the hallway. It was only when he was inside the elevator that he felt his lips throbbing from being sore, as well as the wetness dripping down his chin. He ran a thumb over his piercing, eyes widening momentarily, before he chuckled at the realization. You’d really done it now. You had actually drawn blood.

It was safe to say that, right there and then, Tamsy had a change of heart. This might’ve indeed become less about your Jinki, or even less about Rudo. And it was becoming more about you.

How many, he wondered, just how much pulls and twists and spins would it take to break you? However, there wasn’t much material to work with. Tamsy knew next to nothing about what had made you who you were now. This wouldn’t do. How was it possible to weave the perfect handiwork without the path to one’s heart?

Still, your role in everything remained just the same. There was, however, more to you now.

Nothing too grand. Perhaps a separate play thing. Or a secret companion. His, nevertheless.

After all, Tamsy was growing fond of you, too.

༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

Smooth. Fruitful. Such was Tamsy’s day. You and him. An easy job just as Semiu had declared. Two random supporters. Minus Delmon.

You had made the delightful mistake of handing Tamsy your history like a slice of moist cake, and boy was that easy. He had barely lifted a finger. He remained cordial, but distant. All it took was a bit of wiggle room for the guilt—for being so brazen, for ever doubting his kindness—to come weighing in on you. It was adorable, really, and quite a good run, to watch you put up such flimsy nonchalance, only for it to come crumbling down as soon as you were stuck with him on a job, helpless and injured.

While awaiting rescue, vulnerable with a wound that resembled a ravine on the better part of your arm and leg, Tamsy had to fabricate a sob story that only you should know. Something to keep you company. Something to take your mind off the pain.

“Also happened to me. Well, similar.” You had murmured, recounting the sordid details of your past, twice as open as the wound you had. “I never would’ve thought that you… You too…”

“How else, do you think,” Tamsy had said rather softly, as if his voice would shatter if he uttered a little louder. “I could’ve gotten these scars?”

Oh, how Tamsy loathed the pity, adored the horror that slowly stained your pretty face. How he adored you.

That should do it. That should deepen the bond. Tamsy found your suffering both beautiful and mundane. Such were many cases down here. Yet beautiful all the same. For what it was worth, all those anguish and torment years prior had fucked with your head, explained lots of things about you. For instance, how much it had hardened you, a quite formidable Jinki borne out of it, and finally, his absolute favorite, the softest spot you had only for Rudo.

Tamsy looked out the window as the vehicle rattled back toward HQ, his own reflection smiling back at him, all while you were taking a nap beside him. Everything was just about ready.

A leave should be filed soon.

༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

“Hate to be the one to point this out, but that’s hella distracting,” Semiu, always the perceptive, annoyingly so, vaguely gestured at your thighs. “Are those from trash beasts, raiders, or did you pick up a new kink?”

“Whoa, hold on. Don’t go blaming our job.” Enjin interjected with a grin, his thick eyebrows dancing to which often preceded something inappropriate. “Those are rope burns.” Enjin then turned to Tamsy. “Tams, you guys overworking yourselves or what?”

“Oh, dear. Me? Never!” Tamsy leaned in for a closer look at the evidence of his own doing, his knuckles pressing against his lips as if in deep thought, deep concern. “My, what have you been up to? Or rather, who have you been fooling with?”

“Oh, give me a break! It’s nothing like that. For all we know, Tam-tam is way too vanilla for what you guys are insinuating.” Ah yes, always with the deflections. You were jesting, though your voice rang brittle along Enjin and Semiu’s back and forth banter, devoid of its usual playfulness.

“Don’t forget those hickeys—” Semiu cleared her throat, “Mosquito bites under that turtleneck.” She air quoted with manicured fingers, smirking, eyes not leaving the pages of her porn mags. “Why hide it? You know Eisha’s just down the hall.”

“No, I’m done bothering the poor girl.” You then waved them off. “It’s just been rough lately. Plus, Eisha didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, said it’s probably just fatigue. Right, Tams? Tell them. You were there.”

How adorable. Tamsy smiled, nodding with assurance. With the blood rushing through your cheeks and ears, you couldn’t even look at him. Such was the power of the Watchman Series and its pages! Quite handy, that thing, because it was indeed like that. It had been like that.

For a good while now, actually.

In his head, Tamsy replayed all the series of rendezvous you had had with him, that he was briefly overcome by worry that his angelic mask was beginning to melt. Who wouldn’t? If one had the pleasure of witnessing all the lovely ways he had dismantled you, only for him to patch you back up and return your beloved Jinki before midnight, leaving just enough residue to mess with your reality. Then, and only then, would they understand this pure unadulterated joy tingling inside him. But nobody could know.

No, he wouldn’t let it. All the soft pleas and broken looks and explosive rage fits. Even your mirthless laughters and pitiful attempts at seducing him into other arrangements, when beneath it all was nothing but scorn. Those were special delicacies for him and him alone. You’d come around, eventually, you’d find it in yourself to forgive him. But, oh, the dilemma—torn between having you unbroken with so much life and fight in you, and having you thoroughly demolished, was a conundrum, indeed.

All things considered, perhaps Tamsy might have actually fallen in love with you. And wasn’t that what you had secretly, yet so badly wanted of him all along? Who was he to even dare stand in the way of your deepest desires? Hm?

You and him. Wouldn’t that be glorious?

Now, what more would you have him do?

“Very well. I’m off then.” Tamsy announced, his body turned away from everyone, but his gaze remained fixed on you. “Do any of you need me to grab anything while I’m out?”

“Tams, wait—” you tugged on his sleeve, but quickly dropped it as if scorched. “Today’s your day off too?”

“No, no, I’m on leave,” Tamsy blinked, feigning innocence. “Why do you ask? Do you want to tag along for a bit?”

“That is if you don’t mind a little anxious arm candy.”

The way you had said was still very much like you. Smirking. Arms crossed to your chest. Yet something was amiss—your thumb kept picking at your cuticles. A habit that had always been there, but was progressively getting worse. How unfortunate. Tamsy suppressed a smile.

“Not at all. Come. What is it that’s troubling you?”

“Some weird shit.”

“How weird? Pray tell, what did you see?”

“Been having these… dreams—that doesn’t feel like dreams. It’s all so… surreal.” Your entire demeanor changed, now speaking in a hushed voice. “I’d be on my usual nightly strolls, right? And then something I won’t even dare go into detail would happen to me—like I’m trapped. I don’t know, it’s all a blur, honestly.”

“Trapped, you say.” Tamsy hummed, hit one of his deep thinking poses with eyes faraway, holding back a cackle or two. He then frowned, “Oh, dear, I hope our little heart-to-heart from a while back didn’t strain you… Come to think of it, that was the first you’ve spoken of the matter since it happened. I’m sorry for ever daring to pry.”

“No, it’s fine! I’m glad I did. I feel less alone after hearing yours,” and with this you walked a pace ahead of him, murmuring. You might’ve as well been talking to yourself. “Maybe I need to file a leave too… take my mind someplace else for a while. I tend to feel restless when I’m cooped up in one place for too long.”

“You have me should you ever need help with anything.” Tamsy smiled. Genuine this time. Perhaps he could surprise you with this staycation he had been planning all the while. But first things first! “Which reminds me… I did bump into you on one of these strolls. You do remember that, yes?”

“I do, and…” You stopped in your tracks, landing a hesitant glance at Tamsy before looking at your wrist, rubbing your other hand around it, which gave him such a rush of thrill. “You didn’t come with me… right?”

Ah, Tamsy fancied, what a good day for a light dose of guilt tripping, and it was only eight in the morning!

“Hm. I would have, but I figured those walks are your alone time, and I wouldn’t want you to misunderstand like last time—”

“Yeah, no, no, you’re right. That was stupid. Nevermind.” You sighed once more, sharper and louder this time. Then, you smiled—once so bright, now dimmed—scrambling not to hurt his feelings any longer. How sweet. “So! There’s this bookstore the locals have curated. Heard lots of them are still readable. I’ve been wanting to check them out… maybe grab some for Rudo, and the other kids too, you know?”

“That’s very sweet of you. I’m sure they’ll appreciate the gesture.”

“The problem is carrying it back, but whatever. The spot’s nearby anyway, so I won’t be bothering you for long.”

Tamsy beamed, eyes closing shut with enthusiasm. He then reached out, pressing a hand against your back—to which you flinched momentarily—as he guided you down the hall.

“Bother me? Goodness, don’t say such silly things. Not when the weather’s this lovely. Shall we?”

When he pushed the double doors for you, the light hit your countenance just right, illuminating your eyes. Brilliant. Beautiful. Bloodshot.

You precious thing. Rudo would surely miss you.

The first thing Tamsy felt when he woke up was a wet sheen clinging to his scarred skin, his eyes were burning and the whole room felt hot. Pushing the blanket from his heavy body, he heaves himself into a sitting position, breathing harder now that he is up. "Damn it.." Pushing his legs over the edge, he takes a deep breath before he stands up. Bad idea. His visions start to blur as the whole world starts to sway and turn.

His hand slowly raised to his face, feeling the hot skin under his cold fingers, the other hand bracing himself on the shelf to not lose his balance. A groan leaves his lips, cold air slowly creeping into his body, yet his flushed face stays the same. He must've caught a cold.

Moving slowly over to the door, his hair open and down his back as he leaves his room, eyes blurry as he tries to navigate the corridors of the headquarters. Coming to a stop in front of the lounge, hearing your voice bickering with Enjin. Pushing the door open slowly, all eyes land on him, a gasp leaves your lips as you rush over to Tamsy, whose body immediately slumps against yours. "He okay?" Enjin calls over, your hand moving to Tamsy's forehead to feel the burning skin. "He's got a fever, I'll take him to lie down." Moving one arm around the man, slowly making your way to your room, it was closer than his own.

"Why didn't you stay in bed, you could've used the chocker." Scolding him maybe wasn't the best idea right now, but he was careless, what if he had broken down on the way and no one would've found him for hours? "Sorry.." Head resting against your shoulder as he follows into the room, slumping down onto the bed, shivering despite how hot his skin is. "Rest, I'll get some water and a cloth." Pulling the blanket over his body now, Tamsy turns to cuddle into your pillow, a content sigh leaving his lips with the knowledge someone would take care of him now.

Back in the room, his silky hair splayed all over your pillow and over the edge of the bed. Setting the bowl down, you wet the cloth before wiping down his face a bit. "Thank you.." His voice was hoarse, yet his face seemed to relax from the cool feeling on his face. "Of course, Enjin's gone to get medicine for you, he'll bring it over soon." Nodding, his body turns to face the ceiling, eyes cracked open slightly. "How did you even catch this?" Wetting the cloth again, it's now placed on his forehead, eyes skimming over to you, thinking for a second. "Dunno, maybe last mission or something." Nodding at his answer, your hand moves to brush some of his long hair away from sticking to his face.

"What else can I do for you?" Fingers softly massaging his scalp have his eyes close in content. "Just continue that.. or something like that." Mumbling an 'alright', your fingers continue to glide carefully over his scalp, watching out to not accidentally pull on his hair.

An idea comes to your head, moving your fingers down the length of his hair before you start to lightly braid his hair, at least the hair you can reach from his position on his back. "Are you braiding..?" Humming a positive answer, Tamsy's eyes open up again, looking over to your fingers working on his blonde and blue hair. "You know.. you're the only one allowed to.." Looking over to him now, his eyes are watching your own half-lidded, very obviously tired from the cold and fever he had. "Really? Well, I feel honored then." Ending the braid with a hairtie from your nightstand, your fingers move to cup his cheek.

because his future wasn't simple.

his future revolved around rudo, around power, around breaking apart every limit holding him back.

tamsy was convinced that rudo's true potential was buried beneath layers of restrictions, fears, attachments, and weaknesses that needed to be destroyed before something greater could emerge from underneath.

to him, it wasn't cruelty. it was necessary.

if rudo wanted to become stronger, then everything holding him down had to be shattered first.

every comfort, every certainty, every boundary.

tamsy intended to be the one who pushed him toward that outcome no matter how ugly the process became. and somewhere during all of that planning, he started imagining you standing beside him.

not as a pawn, not as a tool, but as someone who understood him, someone who chose him, someone who would remain by his side even after everything was finished.

the realization unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

because for perhaps the first time in his life, he found himself wanting someone's approval.

wanting yours.

so eventually, after months of keeping pieces of the truth hidden from you, he decided to ask.

not because he suddenly became honest, but because he genuinely wanted you involved. he wanted you to stay, wanted you to become part of the future he envisioned.

he explained enough for you to understand his goals, enough for you to see where he was heading and what he planned to do, and then he waited.

for once, there was no manipulation in his voice. no carefully crafted lie, just a simple question. "come with me."

and in his mind, there was only one answer.

because surely after everything, after all the time spent together, after all the moments that felt real even if they weren't supposed to, you'd choose him.

right? except you don't.

you stare at him for a long moment before quietly shaking your head. and suddenly the room feels far too small. far too quiet.

but tamsy doesn't argue, doesn't yell, doesn't try to convince you, he just sits there looking at you with an expression so unreadable that it's almost frightening.

because beneath that calm exterior, something is unraveling.

he spent so long convincing himself that he didn't need anyone. and now the one person he actually wanted is preparing to walk away.

when you leave that night, he remains seated long after you've gone. until eventually his hand drifts toward the watchman's book.

he knows what he should do.

he should let you go, accept your decision, move forward. instead, he finds himself thinking about all the things you know.

all the things you've seen, all the memories tied to him, and most importantly, the fact that one day those memories will belong to someone who no longer cares about him.

the thought makes his chest feel strangely hollow. so when he finally finds you again, his expression is almost gentle.

almost.

he doesn't tell you what he's about to do. doesn't explain himself. because explanations would only make things harder. instead, he convinces himself that this is kindness. that forgetting him will hurt less than remembering.

that erasing everything is better than allowing you to leave with pieces of his heart that he can never get back.

and perhaps the most tragic part is that by then, tamsy truly does love you.

he just loves you in the worst possible way. the kind of love that cannot accept rejection. the kind of love that would rather become a forgotten dream than a painful memory.

and when your memories of him finally disappear, leaving nothing behind but an unfamiliar face and a vague sense that you've met before, tamsy realizes too late that he never wanted to be forgotten at all.

he only wanted you to stay.

With a basket in your right arm. Hanging close to your hand as it dangled from your wrist, you walked past numerous people in the Shopping Gallery. There were many items to choose from. Food, souvenirs, and clothing to pick from but you were only there to pick up ingredients for dinner tonight.

“Perhaps this is good enough” , you pondered as you looked down towards your filled basket. After all, you didn’t plan on buying more than what you needed despite the flower shop not far away from where you stood.

Even though you had many in your home, you always seemed to want more. Your heart suddenly aching. Your body trying to push its way like a magnet towards the petals of roses, tulips, and irises. They all held a close, comforting spot inside your heart.

Your head still facing towards the distant flower shop and your body still, you couldn’t move your body away before someone accidentally bumped into you. Registering it late, you looked up just for your heart to suddenly drop.

You bumped into the Knights of Moralis, and even worse, Deputy Lord Easthies.

Your guard was immediately up, your shoulders slightly tense as you attempted to apologize to such a man. Wanting the words to slip out of your lips, seems like the gentleman spoke out first before you could.

“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you lost?”

You blinked, a long second went by before you responded sweetly but laced with a respectful (shaky) tone.

“Oh no, you’re alright. I’m not lost though, just in thought. Although, thank you for asking.”

Bowing your head quick but respectfully while the Knight nodded in acknowledgment. You immediately walked past him after giving a warm smile. Not wanting to stay and cause anymore potential damage you could’ve done. Not around the Knights of Moralis, but If you had to admit it, the gaze he gave you was softer than you prepared for. How odd?

On the other side, Easthies watched as you walked away. His gaze lingered before he continuing walking. Moving somewhere more secluded so he wasn’t in the public eye anymore. His expression turned more firmer than earlier.

He knew you weren’t lost. He’s not stupid. Easthies has been keeping an eye on you for a while now. Not because you were in suspicion of breaking any rules, not that you had ties with the brimmed caps, but because he held a possessive type of love that couldn’t shake off with just a moment to indulge in himself.

God how he was so eager to claim you as his but too nervous to confront you. You two were mere strangers. That small interaction was the perfect opportunity to guide you where you had to go next, ask you out, but he missed it again. Curses.

No matter how much time passes, he’ll get you eventually. Knocking other chess pieces that deem a threat off the board if thats what he had to do. He wasn’t going to lose, not this time.

However, he’s already left a present for you to see when you returned home.

Walking back to where you called home. It was rather cozy and quiet, even when you were home. The miscellaneous types of flowers bunched together in the vase on the table stared at you as you closed the door. Smiling faintly towards the floral scent throughout the house.

As you placed your basket down, you started pulling out the ingredients you got during your little shopping spree.

“Hm? Again?”

Pulling out a singular red rose from your basket. How could have you missed it, you didn’t buy any flowers during your time at the shopping gallery? A conflicted expression was met but you automatically took it and walked to the vase at the table before the red rose joined in with the rest of the flowers.

Lately you’ve been getting all sorts of flowers. Some would just be waiting for you outside your door, in your basket, even in places in public you walked past before abruptly stopping to pick it up. Yes it was a little childish and foolish but just who was this secret admirer you got behind your back?

Settling in for the night, you walked up to your bedroom before shutting the door. Placing the small candle on the nightstand. You looked at the mirror before unraveling the braid you formed in your hair earlier today. Placing the hair tie in a small jar before walking and collapsing onto your welcoming bed.

Your chest rising up and down before turning and crawling till you laid in your usual spot where you always slept. Blowing out the candle you recently placed near you. Eventually falling right back to sleep without any trouble.

Suddenly a small woosh noise came from outside near your window. It was quick and done, however, your home was in the Great Hall. The Great Hall was on a seabed. You didn’t detect it but not too long afterwards did you bolt up from your position.

“A nightmare again huh．．．” Mumbling under your breath, you cursed.

Perhaps you went down the wrong rabbit hole and not to the land of dreams tonight. Figuring out the time which was midnight. You slowly got out of bed. Hoping that some midnight tea would help soothe your nerves. You hated waking up in the middle of the night.

The wood creaked under your bare feet as you walked down the stairs. Your tired eyes glanced towards the cabinets. Your hand reaching out yet as soon as you opened it, you gasped as a brush buddy squeaked! Jumping out with one of the herbs you brought earlier today.

“Hey come back!” You shouted as you watched it crawl under the window and outside. In your white nightgown and cardigan, you opened the door and chased after the little rascal.

Running down and right to a dead end. You lost sight of it. Damn it! You were breathing heavily. The eerie silence and darkness surrounding you made goosebumps appear on your delicate skin.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, taking deep breaths as you tried to calm down. Well thats it. You’d just have to go back tomorrow to buy some more. You were hoping to reuse it for something else to make since you had a lot left. Oh well.

Turning around you jumped as you saw the familiar scarlet cloak, winged caps．．．the Knights of Moralis!

And even more heart dropping, it was the same knight you bumped into earlier at the gallery!

“You again? why are you out so late at night? This isn’t a time nor place for a pretty lady to be wandering around.”

Easthies walked towards you. Examining you with his ruby—like eyes before his hand reached for yours. Grabbing it rather softly to your surprise.

“It was nothing, I swear. A brushbug just managed to get into my house when I was sleeping. I know it sounds silly but —!”

You were interrupted by the sudden movement of you being lifted up in Easthies arms. Your mouth opened in shock before you were flown back to your house. Arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as the fresh air ran into your lungs from above.

As Easthies placed you back down, a small shade of pink was drawn to his face. Yours was even darker. Cascading throughout your face as you attempted to gain composure.

“My deepest gratitude’s to you, Lord Easthies. How could I ever repay you?” You spoke softly. While you didn’t mind walking back home, you were more grateful that you weren’t being interrogated and questioned for being involved with any broken laws or the brimmed caps.

“It’s quite alright. It was better to fly than escort you back home on foot．．．In terms of paying me back．．．”

Easthies took a step forward, his face closer than you’d expect.

“Why don’t you accompany me tomorrow evening. Wherever you’d like is fine by me.”

Accompany? With Easthies? One of the Knights of Moralis? You must be in a dream, thats so silly, how could you—

“Of course, I’d love too. Since my herbs were stolen, you don’t mind accompanying me to the shopping gallery where we first met, yes?”

Your mouth had a habit of running before your brain could take a minute to grasp the situation you were putting yourself in. It happened again and again, which was a bad habit you kept repeating.

Easthies couldn’t help but break a small, warm smile. Finally he got what he wanted. Was it the best? No. Even if it was a small victory, he was going to win the war in the end. Enveloping you in his heart once and for all. No matter what it took.

“Sounds wonderful, Now get some beauty rest, I’ll see you tomorrow. Shall I bid you goodnight, [Y/N].” Easthies spoke in a low but soft tone. Softer than usual as you also bid him goodnight. Walking back into your home.

You then stood still, processing what just happened before your face turned red. A darker shade than the red rose you found in your basket! How did that just happen, this can’t be real right now! Wait you never told him your name!?

No matter how many times you thought about that interaction, you were rather quite excited for tomorrow.

As you jubilantly went up the stairs. Your ears were burning as you went. You were about to go to bed once again before your gaze locked towards your window. There it laid patiently. A singular pink tulip lying perfectly beside your window.

▐ @/𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 🪽 ， lowkey first ever fanfic with future chapters ahead instead of one shots and heacanons this time. This fanfic is also kinda inspired by Miss possessive by Tate mcrae, hope you guys enjoy and let me know your feelings afterwards. If you want to be tagged for the next chapter, then just ask in the comments! Anyways stay hydrated!

♡ 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇：@/omi-resources @/cursed-carmine @/divinyae

∆ He writes letters, everyday, asking how you are and what you are doing. He likes to send those postal with drawings on the back. He usually writes before and after work, but if he gets a break he would be writing another letter.

∆ For some reason, learning how his name was written was hard. he was kinda offended because his name is "not that hard to write" (it is).

∆ When he gets free time, and decides to take a break. He likes to go to your house. Even if it is far for him, he won't care. He uses the time of the travel to relax, or at least his idea of relaxing.

∆ he always brings snacks, he likes to see your reaction to the animal shaped cookies or some pastry he knows you like.

∆ His way of showing affection is weird. He stares and listens, he would hold your hand and caress it with his thumb, he likes to sit next to you while holding hands, if you're reading or doing something, he likes to put his head on your shoulders

∆ Once he gets comfortable he starts to speak more, about anything, he would try his best to relax and take care of himself. But you would have to drag him to bed or the bath like a grumpy cat.

∆ he won't force you to go to the great hall, if you left, there's a reason for sure, but he still invites you to go visit him during working hours.

∆ He doesn't hide his relationship but he won't go yelling around he's in a relationship. Because of how he is and of your safety. Also because no one asked (no one believed him at first) "that's the worst joke you ever made man" utowin said.

∆ talking about utowin, he was the hardest to convince that Easthies was in a relationship. He was in disbelief when he saw you, he was worried you were being threatened. But once you clarified everything he calmed down.

.*✧⁠*.•°*⁠.⁠✧*.

▐ 𝐐𝐈𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘 🪽

Facing the brimmed caps was no small occurrence to pass by. Especially since Qifrey had an unconditional hatred for them. With every bone in his body, he took every chance he could. Now that they were here in front of him, he wasted no time putting himself in danger.

As the situation got worse, Qifrey wasn’t prepared for another attack to happen. As soon as he realized he was about to get hit, time suddenly froze.

His whole body freezing, eyes widening, his blood boiling as he watched you taking the hit for him at the last minute. He swore he’d never want anyone he loved to get hurt. Not his apprentices, not Olruggio, and not you. Especially you. Screaming your name as you hit the ground with a thud. Racing to you as for once the brimmed caps weren’t his main priority anymore.

Why did you do it? You came only so late in the fight to jump in front of Qifrey because you knew if you didn’t, he would be terribly injured. Perhaps to the point of no recovery? It haunted your mind and so when you took the hit for him, it felt like your body was on fire. Feeling the warm sense of blood trickling down your nose to drip onto the ground.

Soon enough you felt a gentle pair of arms holding you. It was Qifrey, but your half lidded eyes could see how he shed tears for you. Although, you couldn’t sense how angry he was. Why did you jump in front of him?! He’d rather be more injured than you be completely safe and unscathed. Under that layer of trying to get you to the nearest hospital and whispering that you’ll be okay. His blood was boiling underneath.

“It’s alright, my love, you’ll be okay. I promise this will never happen to you. It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault…” Qifrey put his head down as he spoke to you in a softly spoken manner.

Thank goodness he got you to the hospital on time. Qifrey made sure to double check that the brimmed caps didn’t follow you two. Immediately he had to get you two out of that situation before they could strike again.

As you laid on the hospital bed, your hand interlocked with his. You looked tired but deep down you were happy that he wasn’t once the brink of death. If he were to die, you would never forgive yourself but the same was to you as well in his eyes.

What did matter though was that both of you were alive. Yes you two had to get medical treatment but as long as you and Qifrey were alive, thats all that mattered.

▐ 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐒 🪽

Despite Easthies being one of the Knights or Moralis and you being a witch. You two still managed to make things work and have a steady relationship. Of course it wasn’t perfect nor did everyone know about it, but as long as you were happy, so was he.

One day out of the many, you were involved with a situation where the Knights of Moralis were called. Of course you had no part of the forbidden magic that occurred but it was nearby where you were. Therefore, it was only reasonable to check it out. After all, there were also other witches at the scene.

Once they arrived, one of them gave the run down. Of course everyone was checked for forbidden magic on them. You as well but of course had no problem doing so. Easthies checked you yourself. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you knew PDA wasn’t his specialty. Stepping back once done. It was only seconds before disaster struck.

After everyone was checked, Easthies was planning to report this to the Great Hall in advanced, since it’s expected of him whenever forbidden magic occurred outside the Great Hall. However, as soon as the knights were about to make their departure, a fast, sharp attack passed through the trees and hit you without having the chance to react.

Panic arose and immediately become became on guard. Some witches were with their apprentices who passed the second test and some alone. Some went to where the attack came from, some fled as they thought since the Knights of Moralis were here and it was better to find a doctor nearby than stay after all it was safer to leave, and you hit the ground as blood trickled down your mouth.

Witches weren’t aloud to learn or understand medicine. There were no doctors nearby at the fragile moment. While most of the knights bolted towards the direction of the attack. Easthies immediately went to you. His nerves shot. Was the attack meant for him? The moment he was close to you, seconds later the attack was set off. Did you protect him and became a shield while he wasn’t looking?

He didn’t know what to say. You were slowly bleeding out and had to get medicine emergency immediately. He trusted the members in his squad to take care of the issue. Just for today before picking you up in his arms. Assuring you everything with be okay as you rested your head on his chest.

The hospital air was quiet and almost suffocating for him. His silence was worse than his stern voice he could make out when upset. However, this truly hit him deep. You were bed ridden for the rest of the week and hospitalized for a few days. What struck you crashed your nerves and caused trouble inside your body. Now fragile and weak at the moment, you could only open your eyes to see your beloved beside you. Raw emotions threatening to spill like water breaking through rocks.

“Easthies…” You looked up at him, he refused to look back at you until you grabbed his hand gently.

“It wasn’t your fault. Not at all. Please don’t beat yourself up for it.” Your voice slightly changed in a more weakened tone, your thumb rubbing gently against his hand for silent comfort.

“I promise from now on, I will never let anything like this happen to you again. I forbid it.” He spoke in a sharp but emotional tone. Bringing your hand to his lips. Nothing like this will happen again, as long as he’s alive.

▐ 𝐎𝐋𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐎 🪽

You were happily able to join Olruggio in helping out a group of civilians who needed help nearby. If was just you and him which made it more fun since you felt like you haven’t been spending a lot of time with each other recently.

Once getting to the scene, it was dark but thankfully the civilians had light so you and him were able to see better. Apparently a little girl had gotten stuck along with a wagon near a cliff and the people were too scared to do something while preventing it to fall and hit rock bottom.

It was risky but you and Olruggio were prepared for these kinds of situations. You two didn’t past the fourth test for nothing. Therefore, you both went into action. You were in charge of the girl while Olruggio was in charge of the wagon. The only downside of it was it was at night and even with the torches, it was hard to see still.

As Olruggio drew a spell in secret to lift the wagon, you went in to search for the girl. Looking left and right, you soon found her curled up. Scooping her in your arms. All you had to do was just get out of the wagon, however, as soon as you were about to. Due to the storage and items inside the wagon, they moved the same direction you were at. Since the wagon tilted, it only took just a little angle for it to come sliding down.

When you noticed the storage came your way, you felt a sharp item pierce through your clothing and skin. Choking up before you threw yourself and the child onto the ground before the wagon moved onto safer grounds. Olruggio noticed a thin piece of wood piercing through you just barley.

As the child ran to her parents, Olruggio flew immediately to your rescue. You felt your nerves shot as you instinctively moved to Olruggio. However, his hands held you back to prevent anymore dangerous movement.

“Olruggio….please help me..” You gasped sharply as you felt a sting of pain hit you. Olruggio cursed before he slowly held you in his arms. Carefully not to move you so much. He had to get you to a hospital as soon as possible. Since the civilians were okay and both their wagon and the child were safe, he made a quick goodbye before leaving.

Once you two were at the hospital, you went through tiresome medical treatment and Olruggio stood outside the room, waiting to see you again. Fuck. How was that piece of wood able to just pierce through you that easily? Was it because of the heavy weight behind it that it simply just pushed its way in? Either way, Olruggio was mad at himself for it happening.

Once you were stable, Olruggio apologized multiple times throughout the day. It was weird to witness but such a simple mission turned into you getting hurt badly. If you didn’t receive medical attention soon, who knows what could’ve happened! Giving you a kiss on the forehead, did he wish for your forgiveness.

▐ @/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL 🪽 ，sorry if they’re any grammar issues!

♡ 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇：@/cursed-carmine