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carnal — sebastian sallow x fem!reader x ominis gaunt

plot summary: Challenging two renowned Aurors responsible for almost half of the imprisonment of numerous dark wizards leads to you experiencing being hunted for your life during a celebratory party at the ministry.

warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, slight plot with porn, aged up characters (silver trio are in their mid 20's), sebastian and ominis are aurors, random ocs mentioned (i just shit out names tbh), random hp shit as well not sure some of them exist in the canon lore, reader is a magizoologist in a partnership w the ministry, they hunt u down (its all roleplay), dominis, switch seb, bottom reader, she/her prns is used for reader, ominis, you and seb like pulling each others hair lmfao, oral sex, p in v sex, choking, all the nasty stuff.

notes: inspired by @/pseudonymmcwriter i love prns fics pls you should check them out if ur into detroit become human <3 minors are highly discouraged from reading. read at your own risk. pt 2 of carnal.

It was supposed to be a joke.

A jest at their occupation. You didn't mean to talk shit about their jobs as Aurors. You were merely joking around, influenced by the festivities around you. Although, you suppose you shouldn't have tried to joke around Slytherins at all. It was a celebratory party for the new head Auror, Ryona Bassett, who was praised for her leadership skills and achievements in finally capturing a dark wizard creating havoc in the wizarding world. It was due to this that she had gotten her promotion, a well-earned position on her part.

Of course, she couldn't have done it herself. As part of her plan to capture said wizard, she had formed a group of talented wizards and witches to aid her. Part of that group was you. The wise witch had apparated in front of your apartment in London, sitting on the bench like the menace that she is in hopes of recruiting you as part of her team (You had almost jumped out of your skin at the creepy sight).

It was because of your skills and experience in the field of magical creatures that led you to be recruited by Ryona Bassett. Dragons were said to be one of the weapons used in the dark wizard's plan, and well, who'd be perfect for the job other than you? As a magizoologist, your job enabled you to mostly work alone as it required intensive travel all over the world. Although you worked for the Care of the Magical Creatures department, you were more of a partner rather than an employee of the ministry. You saved Hogwarts during your 5th year, rescued the fate of the wizarding world after a dark wizard had tried yet again to sabotage the election of a new leader, and also nurtured and rescued beasts in your care.

Basically, you were a big shot, and y'know that big shots like you always get called for the important stuff, which is why you're where you are today.

Part of the said group was also none other than your two dearest friends; Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, Aurors at the British Ministry of Magic. Sebastian and Ominis were the two people who Ryona had at her beck and call given that they did work in her division. However, these weren't the only reasons why she had chosen the two. They both had risen the ranks at a much faster rate than others ever since they joined the Auror office. This wasn't to your surprise considering the two often sneaked out in the safety of the Undercroft to practice spells out of Hogwarts' jurisdiction. Sebastian Sallow was known for his magical prowess in dueling and knowledge of the dark arts whilst Ominis Gaunt excelled more in tracking and hunting through magical traces. Despite his blindness, he had formed a unique connection to his wand, allowing him to sense and feel magic more sensitively than others. The two are quite formidable Aurors and built up a reputation as one.

They were also known to be the pair who almost filled half of Azkaban. They were that good.

It didn't help that they were also attractive. They were deemed to be the ministry's most desired bachelors of this era. You couldn't agree more.

It had been a while since the three of you were together in the same room. You kept your friendship low maintenance and would send an owl to each other here and there. To be honest, the low-maintenance friendship was more of you and them, but we don't need the specifics. After a long month of trying to catch Hugo Blaire (the dark wizard, yes), it wasn't a huge surprise that a party would be done in honor of the group's efforts and contribution to making another safe and sound day for the wizarding world.

You don't know how many glasses of champagne you had downed in the past hour, but you sure as hell won't be counting. You've been scanning the crowd, looking for a particular brunette and blonde amongst a sea of unfamiliar people.

It was tiring trying to keep up with the greetings and the conversations. You probably mispronounced multiple last names at this point, and you couldn't care any less at how many eye twitches and failed to keep horrified expressions you've seen in the past hour. Your assistant, Judy Beckham, decided to be your spokesperson at the start as she noticed that the glass on your hand seemed to have no plans leaving your grasp. It was funny seeing her play as your publicist as you had yet again purposefully mispronounced "Yaxley" to "Yackley? Yatley? Yale? Shitley?" (It was well deserved, to be honest. He was on your shitlist after he had tried to order your imprisonment when you were trying to rescue a Zouwu who had wreaked havoc in the streets of London. He claimed you were the one responsible for the mess... Which was partially true... But not all of it!)

"And that should be your final drink." A voice interrupted your thoughts before a hand grabbed the refillable glass in your hand, moving it away from your grasp. The scent of musk and wood immediately infiltrated your senses as your back feels the presence of another. You turn to face the culprit, smiling at him.

"Sebastian." You softly reply as you place a hand on his arm. "I was looking for you."

"As have I, darling." He chuckles before glancing at the glass in his hand, watching as it filled back up with champagne. "Though it seems you've already started to enjoy yourself."

"Refillable charms are a crime." You softly laugh in response. The Auror has a soft look on his face. You glance back at the center of the ball where Ryona stood alongside the rest of the crew, entertaining guests. "Aren't you supposed to be there?"

"You mean we?" He corrects as he places a hand on your waist. You feel butterflies in your stomach. You push it away.

"... Right."

"Where's the little redhead you're with?" Sebastian doesn't need to crane his head to survey the room. He was a tall motherfucker who was gifted with the lucky genes. You didn't know how much a person could grow knowing that he was the same height as you in your fifth year, then you were at his shoulder in your 7th. He was tall and attractive. A direct shit to your face.

"You mean Judy?" You raise an eyebrow at him despite mentioning her multiple times in your letters. He smiles a boyish grin at you.

"I saw her a moment ago trying to calm down August Yaxley from transfiguring you then and there. What'd you do this time?" You feel his thumb rubbing the material of your dress on your waist. His stare was unwavering as he encouraged a response out of you.

"Mispronounced his name. It was quite funny seeing the number of expressions running through his face. Quite a life-changing experience, if I do say so myself. As for Judy, she just gave up on me. She's probably drinking herself to death somewhere." You jest. He chuckles at your response before pulling his hand away from your waist. It almost made you whine at the loss, but you remember this is your best friend, and you shouldn't be whining like a submissive bitch in heat at the loss of his touch. "Where's Ominis?"

"Ah." He places the glass on the waiter's tray as one passes by before crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so attractive in his black three-piece suit with a silver chain hanging on his vest. It didn't help with the way the material of his coat stretched along his arms, fitting his physique perfectly. You wanted to drool. "He'll be here in a minute."

"That sounds oddly vague." You rest your weight on one leg as you copy his form. "What's he really doing?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes before raising his arms in defense. "You got me. He's finishing writing up and collecting final intel on another case."

"That quick? Damn." Your eyes widen in amusement.

"Remember that church we went to last week? A couple of days before Blaire's capture? The one in Glasgow." He recalls. You hum, remembering the place. "Turns out, there were other traces of dark magic there different from Blaire's lot. It was an infamous place for dark wizards to gather, and we were lucky enough to be able to hit two birds with one stone. Ominis was able to decipher the similarities of that dark magic to the ones he received from that hacienda back in the Philippines."

"That's amazing." You marvel at Ominis's tracking skills.

"I know. Bassett put us on the case right after this." Sebastian sighs. "Not sure if that's a blessing or a curse."

"Just shows how talented you guys are." You bite your lip as you pat his arm. Sebastian shakes his head.

"You had a hand in this, too." He gives you a pointed look. "If it weren't for our daring escapades, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Yeah, right. If I recall correctly, you were the mastermind of it all."

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't witness your magical prowess in ancient magic, Ms. Hero of Hogwarts." He leans in, pinching your cheek as he teases you. You flush in embarrassment at the title, trying to forget after years of hearing it multiple times to the point where all you wanted to do is obliviate the whole damn school. Wasn't it so hard to just say you saved the school? Why'd they have to press in the title 'Hero'? Thankfully, Sebastian's proximity made you forget an incoming war flashback of your time at Hogwarts. You would've died from cringe there and then.

"You two look cozy with each other. If I were from Daily Prophet, I'd already made millions from using this as gossip material." A new presence has arrived, startling you two out of your comfortable conversation. Sebastian sighs dramatically at his entrance.

"Ominis. You're late." Sebastian chastises jokingly as he watches his best friend glare in the direction of his voice. You might've laughed at Sebastian trying to act like a disappointed mother, but you were taking your time checking out the new addition to your little group. Similar to Sebastian, Ominis had also experienced a growth spurt. Nearly at the same height as the brunette beside you, the man embodies the essence of elegance and gallantry. His hair is in his usual slicked-back hairdo and wearing a dark blue three-piece set that matched his cloudy blue eyes. Ominis adjusts the tie on his neck with his free hand before moving close to you two with the guide of his wand.

"Thanks, Sebastian, for the obvious observation." He sarcastically replies before feeling for your hand and pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. "Hello, love."

"You two practicing on your courting game or something?" You joke as you watch Ominis put down your hand gently. Sebastian tucks his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he moves close to stand behind you. "I feel so flattered."

"It's just the bare minimum, dove." Sebastian leans in to whisper against your ear. He laughs softly as you move back, tickled by his breath. Ominis wasn't able to hear what the other Auror said and could only sigh in exasperation at Sebastian's antics.

"I heard you were finishing an intel report on a new case, Ominis." You change the subject as you rest your hand on his arm. Ominis places a hand on top of yours.

"Yes. Did Sebastian mess up again?" He turns to the direction of your voice with an accusing tone. "Don't answer. Of course he did."

"Hey! That's unfair of you to assume." Sebastian pouts.

"Am I wrong?" Ominis raises his eyebrow. Sebastian falls silent. "Thought so."

"Shut up."

"I am quite curious, though, did you ever have an instance that you weren't able to track someone?" You ask out of curiosity as your arm intertwines with Ominis's. You glance between the two as they pause to think. These two were deemed the best in the industry. Surely, the praises were exaggerated, right? You had a hard time tracking poacher locations, and you already had possession of ancient magic. Being the best doesn't entail 100% success.

"Nah." Sebastian answers nonchalantly. Ominis nods in agreement. "Sure, some took more time than others but everything's trackable."

You pause for a moment at their answers. "Really?"

"Yes. Everyone leaves tracks of magic every day. It's quite easy to decipher once you're used to it." Ominis adds, trying to convince you further. You hum, still unconvinced by their claims. Sebastian turns to you, looking at you with an unwavering stare. You tried to look back, but you could only glance away, not able to return it.

There's a moment of silence before the brunette breaks it off.

"You don't believe us, do you?" Sebastian says with his eyes wide and eyebrows raised in amusement. Ominis has an unreadable look on his face. You feel like you've offended them both with the way Sebastian's staring at you and Ominis's tense body.

"Well— I mean, surely not all right?" You sheepishly smile at him. Sebastian scoffs at you.

"I assure you, Y/N. When I track something, I get it done." Ominis turns his body towards you, causing your arm to fall from his. You look between the two as they continue to look at you with unreadable looks. You feel as though you've suddenly been cornered. Like you've done something worthy of their attention as Aurors and not as Sebastian and Ominis. This shouldn't excite you, but it did, and so you stupidly continued your plan on pissing them off.

Slytherins are known for one thing, and that's their drive for ambition and winning in competitive environments. What more to entertain yourself by pissing off not one but two snakes?

"Bullshit." You've resorted to using harsh methods. You could see the way Ominis's eye twitched and Sebastian's sudden change of posture. You were glad you met those boring guests back then, it certainly helped maintain a straight face. "Not even once?"

"Y/N." Sebastian takes a step close. "We're not kidding."

"Sure you are." You let out a giggle as you move a step back, trying to gauge their reactions. Ominis steps close to Sebastian's side as he clenches his jaw. This is fun.

Now, this is where the actual problem starts. You were having way too much fun trying to get a rise out of them that the words spewing out of your mouth were thought half-assed. You were joking but they we're taking it seriously.

"I'd bet my whole fucking body you won't be able to catch me. Even Bassett has a hard time getting me these days. What more of a challenge than a magizoologist to track, hm?" You laughed.

Bad move.

Bad fucking move, because all of a sudden, you could feel the tenacity of their stare. Even Ominis seemed like at that specific moment could see you and stare straight into your soul. You felt your body go rigid with nervousness.

The silence was long and uncomfortable. Both of them stood there, postures domineering and authoritative. You felt scared but at the same time, excited. You decided to make the first move.

"Guys?"

Sebastian licks his lips as he looks at Ominis before leaning close to his ear and whispering. The other Auror blinks slowly as he listens to him before nodding. Sebastian moves forward first.

"What's the bet again?" Sebastian smugly asks. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"I'm afraid I'm not following—"

"You said you'd bet your whole body, right?" He reminds you. Your eyes widen in response.

"I wasn't serious about it." You try to reason with them.

"We weren't joking in the first place. You know we've always liked you. Why not take advantage of a little opportunity, hm?" Sebastian says with a low voice as he raises a hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. He looks down at you with eyes that seemed to mock you. You felt slightly ashamed but tried to keep your confidence afloat.

It was common knowledge that the two best friends pined after you. Ever since your 5th year, the two had fallen irrevocably in love with everything about you. You knew. They knew you knew and yet a silent pact was made between the two to never make a move on you as they didn't know how you felt and didn't deem it worthy as the fall of their friendship. You were glad somehow but also saddened because you never really chose between them. You liked them both. But they didn't need to know that. Right?

Well, it seems as if they're testing you right now, and with the amount of alcohol in your system combined with their dark looks trained on you, you wouldn't be surprised if you did admit your attraction to both of your best friends.

"Aw, are you scared?" Sebastian taunts. Ominis only stands behind him, posture calm and collected as he listens to his partner speak for him.

"Shut the fuck up." You reply in a weak voice, feeling intimidated by their aura. Ominis lets out a soft laugh. "I was joking about it in the first place—"

"Ah, ah." Sebastian grasps your chin in his hand, turning your face towards him. "You said it first. We're just finishing the job."

You let out a shaky breath as they continue to move closer and into your space. Sebastian's thumb caresses your bottom lip as he stares at you with want and desire.

"Let's be clear here, darling. The only reason why Bassett can't properly find you is that it's her that's finding you." Sebastian mumbles lowly. You could feel the grip on your chin tightening. Your knees tremble at his domineering hold on your face as your core begins to burn with arousal. "You've never had us."

Shit.

It's Ominis that sets the final nail in the coffin. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Ryona's going to give a final speech in the next few minutes."

A hand slithers across the small of your back before grabbing your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a small moan at the harsh movement before the lips against your ear continue to move. "We're going to give you 30 seconds to move. You got that, sweetheart?"

A soft kiss placed on both sides of your neck makes you whimper as both of them pull away from you. You watch as Sebastian casts a final look at you before both of them disappear into the crowd. You stand with knees weak and mind in shambles as you hear the crowd cheer at Ryona's entrance. She waves into the crowd and suddenly you're face with an existential crisis.

We're you suppose to move during? Or after? Did you have to hide? Fuck, did the 30 seconds already start? You couldn't grasp a single thing in your mind as your eyes tried to find the familiar backs of the two. It seemed all the eerier that you didn't know where they were. It was like a predator hiding and waiting for the perfect chance to pounce. So as the submissive prey that you are, you began to move.

You squeezed your way through heaps of people. Ryona's speech was already considered background noise for you. You had reached the east entrance, sighing in relief before a pair of hands stop you from reaching freedom. You could almost feel your heart drop before exhaling a big breath at the sight of your assistant, Judy Beckham.

"Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you!" Judy worries like the inner mother that she is. You could almost coo at her concern over your well-being but the thought of two Aurors after your ass was more pressing than the worried redhead in front of you.

"Listen, Judy. If ever you come across Sebastian and Ominis, tell them I went to the west side of the building." You smile widely as you hold her arms tight within your grasp. Judy raises her eyebrow in confusion.

"Y/N, you're not making sense—"

"Please!" You plead as you pull her closer to your face. The girl cranes her head back at the proximity. "I'm in grave danger if those two ever find me. Be a gal and lie, okay?"

Judy stares at you for a few seconds before sighing. "West. Got it."

"Thank you!" You grab her for a quick hug before bolting through the doors. Your heels clack noisily on the marble floor as you rushed through the partially empty corridors of the ministry. You pass by familiar faces who you kindly shoot a smile at.

"Fucking heels—" You groan as you reach for the devil traps on your feet, pulling them off and continuing your escape barefoot. You manage to reach the hallway to the elevator before a voice causes you to pause and crouch down to hide.

"Y/N." Ominis's tender voice echoes throughout the empty corridor. You hide in a corner as you watch his figure pass by the elevator. Great, the easiest way out was already guarded. You should've thought that ahead. "I know you're here."

You remain silent as you watch Ominis pace back and forth slowly, face looking calm and collected. You assess your surroundings, looking for a way to escape.

"Do you want to know why I know you're here?" Ominis asks which catches your attention. You check behind you to ensure that no Sebastian was sneaking up on you to catch you off guard. You wait for him to reply. "You've always had a particular magical aura. I sensed a glimpse of it when you entered the doors of the Great Hall in our 5th year, then it grew bigger and stronger when I saw you exit the Undercroft. Magical auras tend to vary according to a wizard or witch's personality and most of them feel loud and ... unnerving. You, however, shine like sunlight on a sunny day. A gentle breeze at the start of autumn."

Your breath hitched as you hear his footsteps halt. You feel your cheeks heat up at his declaration, you bite your lip as you wait to hear more. "I felt attached to you because of it. Like a moth to a flame. Do you think spending years by your side that I haven't got your aura ingrained in my head? I suppose that's what I get for falling for you."

Fuck. You don't know where he went. It seems as if one moment you knew he was there and then the next he was gone. You peek into the hallway, glancing back and forth.

You knew you shouldn't have let your guard down. You knew that you were faced with someone who was so used to tracking and feeling magic differently and more sensitively than others that it became an extra sense to them. You feel his breath before his touch.

"It's the very reason why I sense you right away. You're leaking your tracks everywhere, love." He speaks lowly against your ear. With a harsh shove and a twist of your arm to your back, he pushes you against the wall with your front against the hard surface.

"O-Ominis, wait!—" You try to plead but the Auror only presses you more against the wall. He had your arm twisted against your back with a hold of your wrist. His chest pressed against yours and his face on the side of your neck.

"That fast?" He mocks you as he laughs closely against your ear. You try to push back against his grip but you remain defenseless.

"Fuck you."

"You wish." He mumbles lowly in your ear. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before placing possessive kisses against it. You let out sighs of pleasure before groaning in pain as Ominis grabs your head by your hair and angles it for more room on your neck.

"Let me go." You breathlessly beg as you allow him to pepper kisses against your neck. You wish to stay there and then but you knew that the boys wanted a bit more fun. After all, you wanted to get the most out of this once-in-a-lifetime situation.

"Now, why would I do that?" Ominis bites your ear lobe as he grinds his hips against your ass. You try to turn your head towards him.

"Cause you love a good chase, right? This barely counts as one." You tempt him, grinding back against his moving hips. He lets out an amused laugh, letting go of your wrist as he encloses his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly against him. You bask in his presence, head falling back on his shoulder. He turns his head to the side, placing more kisses on your neck before biting on your shoulder. You let out a soft moan.

"I'm giving you another 15 seconds. Run as fast as you can." He whispers in your ear before sensually moving his arms off your waist. He takes 5 steps back before motioning the empty corridor with a nudge of his hand. You lick your lips before running away from him.

Ominis tilts his head back as he pants from the arousal, running his fingers through his neatly styled hair before a voice enters his mind.

"Are you on your way?" Sebastian asks. Ominis rolls his eyes before fixing his coat. Sebastian often flexed his magical abilities, especially this one he had learned recently. The ability to communicate through the mind. His best friend was a natural student of magic, curious to the wizarding world and desperate in learning all of it as he is a son to two former educators. This was also what made him a pain in the ass.

"I let her go. She's on her way to you." He replies as he takes his time following your trail. He's sure if he made a run for it now, he'd get you in no time. But he decides to play by your rules.

"Fucker. Did you get a taste?" He hears Sebastian chuckle through their shared mind connection.

"Get the fuck out of my head before I get her myself."

"You're hot when you're angry, y'know?" Sebastian purrs. Ominis grunts at his flirt. "Got it, sir."

You don't know how long you've run. Most of the ministry departments were empty due to the large celebration on one of the building's halls. Everyone was there and the only creatures patrolling the halls were Matagots. They were formidable creatures who easily sensed intruders so if there was a breach in security, a single spell cast on a Matagot would immediately alert all of you. You've decided to stop at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as you deduced that Sebastian would probably be on standby in front of the elevator when it reached the ground level. At least here, you were close to the ground floor and there's a passageway that leads you down to the ground floor discreetly (you'd have to thank Hank, the house elf in charge of the elevator for that one).

Also because you've chosen this floor, consequently you knew you were on the floor where the Auror office is located. Which means, Sebastian and Ominis's floor. This is probably the least floor to logically be on but you probably (emphasis on probably) knew that they wouldn't check here. The passageway was located at the Head Auror's office and so you just need to sneak your way in and easily escape.

Unfortunately, Merlin was being a bitch.

As soon as you opened the entrance to the Auror division, you gasp quietly at Sebastian leaning against the doors to the Head Auror's office, twirling his wand elegantly between his fingers.

"Fancy seeing you here." Sebastian smiles so innocently. You stand on alert as he moves away from the double doors and towards you with careful steps.

"How'd you know?" You ask as you take steps back with every step forward from the man in front of you. Sebastian shrugs.

"When you're well versed with the dark arts, it's quite easy to detect certain things." Sebastian hums. "Or maybe it's just basic logic. After all, you have to think ahead of your opponent."

You continue to take a step back before your back meets a surface that wasn't originally there. You turn around to see the very same man who had given you a moment of mercy.

"Again?" Ominis smiles with pity, pretending to have no clue as to why he found you yet again. You let out a loud gasp before rushing to the one side of the room to move away from them both. The two stalk toward you like predators. You could feel your breath shortening with nervousness as they cornered you to a wall. You had no way out. You discreetly glance around you before seeing an opening to the Head Auror's office. In a moment of panic and sheer bravery, you bolt down towards the double doors leading to your escape, trying to get one last chance to run away.

Sebastian snarls as he runs after you. Ominis stands behind, arms behind his back as he lets his partner handle the work. You could feel the fast thumps of his foot against carpeted floor as your hands try to open the overly complicated entrance. You clumsily open the door before a set of strong arms grab your waist and pull you away from your only chance of escaping. You scream in retaliation before a hand covers your mouth.

"Bad, bad girl." Sebastian huffs as he presses you against his chest, hand on your mouth as he watches you fight back in his grasp. His hands then move to reposition themselves. One hand wraps around your waist while the other grabs your neck and grips it back to lay your head back against his shoulder. "Should I cast Oscausi on you for being so fucking loud, hm?"

"Sebastian." Ominis calls his attention before nodding to one of the open and empty offices. He moves towards the two of you as Sebastian pulls you to the empty roomwith Ominis locking the door behind him. "Stop scaring her."

"Do you think she looks scared?" Sebastian raises his eyebrow as he settles on a desk, pulling you to his lap. You shake, riddled with sensitivity as Sebastian continues to grip your neck. Ominis raises his hands, gliding up your arms before feeling Sebastian's hold on your neck and then moving up to your face. He feels the heat from your cheeks, the dryness of your lips and hears the soft little gasps and moans escaping your mouth. You were aroused and completely at their mercy. Ominis smiles as he runs his thumb against your bottom lip before leaning in close.

"We won, little dove. Are you ready?" He gently asks. Sebastian gently eases on his grip but remains his hold on your neck. You look up at Ominis and softly brush your lips against his.

"Just fuck me already." You pant, blunt with your response as the two fall into silence.

"Fuck." Ominis curses before surging in to press his lips against yours. Sebastian almost falls back at the sudden pressure but recollects himself as he busies with kissing your neck.

Hands begin to grope at your body. Sebastian's hands gripped your waist as he moved his hips up against yours, his bulge rubbing against your heat. Ominis cups the nape of your neck to angle you for a deeper kiss. You open your mouth, allowing the blonde to intertwine his tongue with yours.

"You're so fucking pretty," Sebastian mumbles shakily as he continues to place more marks on your neck, taking advantage of a sweet spot as you moan in surprise. "She's so fucking beautiful, Ominis."

"Yeah?" Ominis responds breathlessly as he pulls away for a moment before diving in for more. "Of course, she is."

Your hands find their way into their respective hairs. Gripping the roots tightly as you pull them closer to you. The two groan in pleasure. The three of you continue to make out before Ominis pulls you back with a tug on your hair.

"On your knees, baby." He licks his lips, savoring your taste on his lips. "Suck Sebastian off."

You pant as you look back at the brunette behind you who looks at you two with lust in his eyes. Sebastian smiles smugly. "You heard the man."

You giggle before rising from his lap, placing a chaste kiss on Sebastian's lips before kneeling in between his legs. Ominis moves to your left as you unbuckle his slacks before pulling down to expose his member, watching as it slapped heavily in between his thighs. Taking his cock in your hands, you gather your drool in your tongue before dripping it down your mouth as a form of lubricant. You perform swift up-and-down motions to start it off.

"Fuck, that's it." Sebastian moans as he runs his hands through your disheveled hair. Ominis listens to his moans before feeling his way up Sebastian's shoulder and finding it's way into his curls. He grips his hair and crane his head towards him. Sebastian moans loudly at Ominis's hold on him.

"Tell me what she looks like," Ominis whispers into his ear as he places wet kisses on his jaw before biting his earlobe. He then harshly pushes his head down towards you which gives you a signal to start using your mouth on him. You lean down to take his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you use your hands to take what you can't fit in.

Sebastian chokes his moan as he feels Ominis's grip on his head become tighter. "S-She's taking it all in. Like a good fucking girl."

Ominis hums at his response. You look up towards Sebastian innocently as you pull slightly back, sucking on his tip before you twirl your tongue around it like a lollipop.

"F-fuck— Ah. She— She looks so perfect with my cock in her— A-ah! I-In her mouth. Look's so fucking pretty— Merlin's beard." Sebastian stumbles over his words as you bob your head faster. Ominis smirks against Sebastian's cheek before he speaks parseltongue into the brunette's ear. You feel the shiver and twitch of Sebastian's hips as his face becomes flushed red at Ominis's hypnotic speaking of the language of snakes.

It seems as if Sebastian enjoyed it too much as a hand wraps itself around his neck, gripping it tight as Ominis continues to speak in tongues to his ear. Sebastian whimpers, eyes rolling back before the blonde moves his grip on his neck to his jaw to pull him into a deep kiss.

You moan at the sight of the two making out, encouraging you to give the best fucking head Sebastian Sallow has ever fucking had in his life. With a twist of your hand and fast bobs of your head, Sebastian archs his back in sensitivity, breaking away from his kiss with Ominis. His body curls as he grips your hair, pulling you away from his dick.

"F-fuck wait." Sebastian whines as he pants, not handling the intense pleasure from your mouth on his dick and Ominis's mouth on his, especially the fucking parseltongue. He almost came in your mouth if it weren't for his swift reaction. You twist your hand over his tip to tease him. He then transfers his hand from your hair to your neck, gripping it firmly. "I said wait. Can't follow simple fucking instructions. Get up."

You whimper as Sebastian pulls you up from the floor through the grip on your neck before moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to carry up you and wrap them against his waist. He settles you down on the desk before pushing you back to lie down on it. Ominis moves to the other side of the desk where your head is placed. The two make haste on pulling your clothes off of you, leaving you bare and naked on the wooden surface.

"Fucking gorgeous," Sebastian mutters under his breath as he runs his hands on your thighs before pulling them apart to stare at your pussy. Ominis runs his hands on your chest, groping your breasts into his hands. The blonde groans at the feeling of your body within his grasp. He remembers dreaming of this very moment and it's now within the palms of his hands (literally).

Sebastian pushes your thighs up against your chest and you whine in embarrassment at the exposing position. Sebastian chuckles at your sudden shy behavior. "Don't worry, it'll pass. I'll make sure of it."

You could barely process Ominis's groping on your upper body before you feel Sebastian's tongue on your cunt. You gasp at the sudden feeling which makes Ominis smile.

"Sebastian, wait—"

"I told you to wait awhile ago, why would I do that?" Sebastian retorts before diving in and devouring your pussy like a man finally quenching his thirst. His tongue licks back and forth on your clit before sucking it. He then presses the flat of his tongue, moving it up and down before using the tip and move in circular motions. He slurps the juices dripping out of your pussy, moaning at the taste. The vibration of his moan causes you to moan loudly in pleasure.

"Sebastian— Oh fuck! fuck.. fuck!" You pant as you grip Ominis's arms, taking what Sebastian's giving. "Don't stop, please please please please!"

"Yeah?" Ominis leans down to caress your face, feeling the tears drip down the side of your face. "Little dove crying because you feel too good, hm? Poor girl."

You sob as Sebastian continues to assault your pussy with his tongue. Pleasure courses through your veins as the brunette between your legs manhandle you into the position he desires. Ominis basks in the sounds of your moans and the wet and messy slurps of Sebastian's work. His cock twitches against his pants. He eases the pain by using his free hand to rub against the front of his slacks. You look up at Ominis who continues to caress your face. "Ominis..."

"Hm?"

"Kiss me." You whine softly as you feel a knot slowly build up in your stomach. Sebastian continues to eat you up and a building pressure reveals itself in the process. Ominis smiles at you before leaning to place a kiss on your lips, upside down. He swallows your moans of pleasure as he pushes in his tongue, slowly and passionately kissing you deeply.

Sebastian glances up from his position, furrowing his eyebrows at the loss of your pathetic moaning. He smirks as he sees you focused on kissing Ominis before deciding to take matters into his own hands. He moves up to your clit, focusing the attention of his tongue there before adding the usage of his hand, gently rubbing the entrance of your cunt. You gasp at the sensation before yelping at the insertion of a finger inside.

"Ah!" You pull away from Ominis in the process as Sebastian eases his fingers into you. The brunette glances at the blonde with a smirk and a light chuckle. Ominis definitely heard that.

"Feel good, pretty girl?" Sebastian hums against the side of your thigh as he watches his finger go in and out of you before adding another one. You let out a measly moan in response. "I need to hear an answer."

"M-Mhm." You moaned out as he begins to curl his fingers up, pushing it deep within you. Sebastian pushes back against your clit, sucking it and licking it well for you. The sensation of his tongue and fingers begin to bring you closer to the edge. "Oh, fuck."

"Close?" Ominis whispers as he leans down against your ear. You let out short breaths as you feel the knot slowly unravel. Sebastian enters another finger as he speeds up the process. His fingers begin to reach depths even yours couldn't reach. It felt so fucking good as the tips of his fingers brush against a sensitive spot within you that jolts your back into an arch. It was there yet it wasn't. Sebastian's tongue flicks and sucks faster against your clit as you descend rapidly into the madness.

"Let me cum, please. please." You whined as your hand reaches up to intertwine with Ominis's locks. The blonde torments you from above as he sucks marks alongside Sebastian's work during his time on your neck from awhile ago.

"Go ahead, pretty girl," Ominis whispers in your ear alongside Sebastian's ministrations. The knot unravels fast as your body shakes violently in their care. Your orgasm is hard and slow as Sebastian does his best to lengthen it, your thighs crushing his head close against your heat. You let out long and loud moans as your body rises from the desk in the process. Ominis grabs you against his chest, kissing the side of your head softly as Sebastian continues his assault between your thighs, making sure to slurp every last bit of your release. "There you go."

"Stop, stop!" You reach a hand down, trying to push his face away from your heat. You let out a small laugh from the sensitivity as he continues to mouth your cunt.

"Tastes so fucking good," Sebastian growls as he pulls away, lips red and chin dripping with your arousal. He places a gentle kiss on your clit as you twitch in sensitivity at the action before kissing his way upwards and pulling you into a deep kiss. Your tongues intertwine as your back rests against Ominis's chest. The blonde's hand runs through Sebastian's locks, gently petting his head as the two of you kiss. His free hand moves to where your lips are connected, probing his index finger within your tongue as he tries to feel you two kiss. Ominis lets out a shaky sigh at the feel of your tongues moving against one another before you two pull away.

The brunette looks up at you with a smile. "How'd you want us?"

You take a breath as Sebastian places a chaste kiss on your cheek while Ominis places one on the side of your head. "Ominis inside. You get my mouth. He's been on the sidelines for way too long."

Sebastian nods with a cheeky grin. "Got no complaints there."

Ominis places a kiss on your forehead as he helps you up before exchanging places with Sebastian. The brunette sits on the desk as you stand between them with Ominis behind you. You hear the rustling of clothes behind you before turning around to look. Ominis had taken off his coat and bottoms, leaving him bare from the waist down. His cock slaps heavily up against his stomach, dripping pre-cum from the amount of waiting he had done. Throughout your sexual escapade, Ominis opted to listen in on your and Sebastian's pleasure than himself. He was more of a observer, preferred ordering the two of you and revel in the moans and pants pulled by pleasure. You take a note to spoil him further in the future.

He pulls you back against his chest as he moves close to you and Sebastian. The brunette cups your cheek, placing a peck on your lips before he travels his hand to the top of your head and pushing you down gently to his cock. You eagerly use your mouth to pleasure him, slipping it inside and try to take him all in.

"Damn, fuck. Can never get used to this. Your mouth is a fucking haven, baby." Sebastian curses as he feels the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. You choke slightly at the deepness of his dick before bobbing up and then down, forming a rhythm. The brunette tilts his head back in pleasure, letting out soft moans as his fingers tighten within your locks. Ominis listens in on his moans as he uses his wand to conjure a lubricating charm before pumping his dick for a bit of stimulation. He lets out a moan before pressing the his cock against your folds.

You moan at the feeling of a new sensation against your heat. Ominis places a hand on his shaft, rubbing the tip against your folds. He slides it against your clit, moving it in circular motions and hears your appreciative moan. His free hand then grabs your waist as leverage before finally positioning the tip against your entrance. "I'm pushing in, love."

You hum against Sebastian's dick in response before feeling the pressure of Ominis's cock split you open. He was a bit longer than Sebastian but the brunette was thicker. The two were already considered big and the moment that you felt the two of them inside you made you all the more conscious of their size. You whimper against Sebastian's cock, unable to move as Ominis continues to slide in his cock.

Sebastian glances down at your tear-stricken face, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Ominis bottoms out with a groan, letting you adjust for a moment before beginning to move. The jostle of Ominis's hips propels your forward causing Sebastian's dick to go deeper inside your mouth.

"Yeah. Liked getting fucked by Ominis?" Sebastian taunts as he brushes your hair away from your face. A bruising grip on your hips that you're sure will mark you in the morning, pulls you back with every thrust. Ominis's cock reaches depths farther than Sebastian's fingers, the curve of his dick and the ridges alongside it brushes deliciously against the soft walls of your pussy.

You moan in response as Sebastian begins to move his hips, thrusting into your mouth. You choke as you feel his throat touch the back of your throat once again.

"Support her upper body." Ominis orders. Sebastian places a hand on your shoulders as Ominis grabs both of your hands, twisting them against your lower back, holding them both with one hand as he suspends your upper body in the air with Sebastian's help. The position allows you to be completely at their mercy as Sebastian fucks your mouth at this point and Ominis's thrusts go deeper, faster and harsher.

You can only shriek and moan against Sebastian's cock as you take what they give you. Sebastian feels his release fast approaching, hips stuttering. "Holy fuck, I'm close."

You allow him to use your mouth as he pleases, thrusting fast into your mouth as he moans loudly at the process. Ominis leans down, placing a kiss on your shoulder before growling in your ear. "Don't waste a single fucking drop."

His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine and it seems as if Sebastian also heard it. The brunette releases with a choked moan, spurting his release into your mouth. He moans as his hips jerk in sensitivity, emptying it all before slumping on the desk. You swallow it all before coughing, finally being able to breathe.

Ominis takes this as an opportunity to fuck you harder.

"O-Ominis!" Your voice raises in pitch as his hips hammer against yours. He releases your arms, opting to pull you up against his chest. His hands busy themselves with your breasts as he grunts into the crook of your neck. "O-Oh fuck. Right there."

Sebastian smiles lazily as he watches his best friend rail you to the point that your eyes roll back in pleasure. To give you a more pleasurable experience, he raises a hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, gripping it with enough pressure to hear you whine and moan.

"Yeah, that's fucking right baby. Sebastian's choking you again? You love that shit." Ominis growls against your ear as he pounds your tight pussy. He angles his hips to hit that spot that Sebastian grazed over with his fingers, pulling louder moans from you. Your eyes lock with Sebastian's as Ominis fucks you from behind.

"Pretty girl's crying because you're fucking her too good." Sebastian laughs as he leans forward to kiss your tears away. Ominis chuckles against your neck. You could feel your release fast approaching as a hand makes it's way down to where you're connected.

"Mm, stretched so fucking well for me." Ominis hums before moving to your clit and circling it fast deliciously. Your moans get louder.

"Ominis, Sebastian!" You whine as you feel your release fast approaching. Sebastian tightens his grip on your throat making your moans choked as Ominis fucks you faster and deeper.

Already feeling the edge of his release, Ominis rubs faster as his hips stutter. His pace becomes harder and harsher. "Cum baby. Cum."

You let out a high-pitched whine before finally reaching your climax. Your knees shake, almost giving you up before Ominis grips you up, supporting you against his chest. You let out loud moans as your orgasm wreaks havoc throughout your body in violent shakes. Tears stream down your face at the intensity of your release and Sebastian smiles at the beauty of it all. Ominis continues to pump his cock inside, reaching for his release. "Where?"

"Inside. I-I'm on the potion. Please, cum inside." You moan as you lock eyes once again with Sebastian, his grip loosening from your neck as he pulls you into a kiss. Ominis grunts before releasing inside. He moans loudly, bottoming out as he orgasms. "Good girl."

You rest your upper body in Sebastian's embrace, waiting for Ominis to finish before whimpering as the blonde pulls out. Ominis runs a hand down to your cunt before pushing the cum back in. Sebastian chuckles as he hears you let out another weak moan.

There's a moment of comfortable silence as you three catch you breath from the amount of strenuous activities you've done in the past few hours.

"Damn, that was probably the best sex of my life." Sebastian chuckles, breaking the silence as he pulls you fully into his embrace. You rest your head on the crook of his neck while Ominis runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm so tired." You groan in exhaustion. "I'm not moving a single fucking muscle. This is both of your fault."

"Me too? It's Ominis who you should be blaming. The man was railing you to fucking oblivion." Sebastian jests which receives a harsh smack on the back of his head. You chuckle at the crisp sound of Ominis's palm hitting Sebastian's head.

"You literally fucked my throat. Sore throats are a bitch to cure." You weakly pull away from Sebastian's embrace, feeling the ache on your ass. Ominis notices your discomfort from your grunts of pain.

"Did I go too far?" The blonde shyly asks. You turn to look at him with a soft smile. You had the hardest and best fucking orgasm of your life and now this man was acting all shy and cute after he had just practically destroyed any other chance of another person reaching that kind of level with you. You couldn't really blame him after he had just ascended you to a different realm with his dick. Sebastian helps you up before you place a kiss on Ominis's lips.

"Don't worry. I loved it." You reassure him. Sebastian and Ominis help you get dressed before the two focus on their garments. Sebastian casts a cleaning charm to any suspicious fluids that might have touched any surface while Ominis casts Reparo to the destroyed piles of paper scattered on the floor (a product of their haste to fuck you moments ago).

There's a moment of silence after cleaning up as the three of you stand, fully clothed in the empty office space. This time, Ominis makes the first move. "I assume from all that's happened that you know we're still pretty much in touch with our feelings for you."

Sebastian looks at you, assessing your facial expressions as you looked at them both. Sebastian continues. "This can be a one-time thing if you don't want to delve deeper into it. We also don't mind if you prefer one over the other. Our friendship will remain intact, that I assure you."

You look at them both as their body language speaks of nervousness and fear of rejection. You doubt your friendship will ever be fixed if you chose one of them. You roll your eyes playfully. "I literally just got fucked by both of you and you're telling me to choose one?"

"I— well." Ominis tries to reason. Sebastian is silent for a moment before shrugging in agreement.

"I mean she's got a point." The brunette chuckles. You limp towards them, Sebastian's hand reaching out for you while Ominis's arm wraps around your waist.

"I assume you're choosing us both, correct?" Ominis clarifies. You chuckle at his need for reassurance before reaching up to place a kiss on his lips before turning to Sebastian to give him one as well.

"Yes. I am." You firmly answer. Ominis lets out a smile while Sebastian laughs softly. "Now please apparate me home, I'm not walking another fucking corridor after what you guys put me through."

"Yes Ma'am."

A/N: ITS DONE OFMHDHDH this took way too long but I had fun writing it. It's my first time writing filth and I hope it was up to satisfaction 😭🧎‍♂️🫶 will probs cringe at this in the future. TYSM.

Devastating Dinner

Summary: On the eve of her third anniversary with her boyfriend, Droid, she prepared a special surprise dinner reserved at their favorite restaurant.

TW: Angst, Breakup, Tears

Dressed in a beautiful blue dress that sparkled like the night sky, she felt a thrill blossom in her heart as she arrived at the restaurant, excitement swirling around her like confetti. Every minute that ticked by, however, chipped away at her anticipation. The table was set, the candles flickered in soft hues, but the only sound was the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of laughter around her. 

After thirty minutes, ___ felt a pang of concern. She pulled out her phone, only to be greeted with a notification that sent her heart plummeting. Droid had gone live on Twitch. Her mind raced back to their earlier conversations, her gentle reminders about the upcoming anniversary. Surely, he couldn’t have forgotten amidst the stream of game notifications and viewer comments swirling around him.

___’s heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. With a heavy sigh, she settled her bill, leaving behind a generous tip for the server whose pitying glance made her heart ache even more. With each step toward the exit, she held her head high, determined to carry the weight of unfulfilled hope like a badge of honor. After all, she was strong—unbreakable.

Once she reached the sanctuary of her home, a fortress where she could finally shed the façade of feminine strength, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sank into her couch, feeling the solitude wrap around her like a heavy blanket. At that moment, she reached for her phone and typed out a simple yet profound message to her once closest friend: "Hopefully one day, you'll remember."

___ stared at the screen, the words blinking back at her like a distant star flickering in the night sky. "Hopefully one day, you'll remember." It seemed so simple yet carried the weight of a thousand heartfelt moments all piled into one. Each word resonated with the echo of hopes unfulfilled, and as she pressed send, it felt like a stone dropped into a silent pond, creating ripples that would spread far beyond that moment.

The tears that had flowed like a river now began to dry, replaced by a stirring resolve within her heart. She wiped her cheeks, each stroke reminding herself that she was more than a relationship.

Love Struck

Summary: As the soft glow of the moonlight filtered into the bedroom, casting gentle shadows on the walls, Droid lay beside you, propped on one elbow, whispering sweet nothings that danced on your skin like a feather light touch. The room was still, but his voice filled it with warmth.

TW: Established relationship, reliving memories, soft love

Inspired by Can't you see

“You know,” he began, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he peered into your eyes, “there are moments—little fragments of time—that play like a movie in my mind, reminding me why I fell for you.” His gaze softened, a fond smile teasing at the corners of his lips as he spoke, the memories illuminating his features.

“There was this day at the café when I first noticed you across the room,” he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You were sitting there, your brow slightly furrowed, deep in thought, but there was something else. Behind that blank facade, I could see a warmth that drew me in. Like the chill of the winter air suddenly giving way to spring sunlight.”

You smiled softly, recalling the moment, the way his eyes had sparkled with curiosity as he watched you, and the way your heartbeat quickened when you caught him staring back.

Droid continued, “And then you caught me… your lips curled into that playful smirk, and I knew I was done for. You batted your lashes, teasing me. I tried to glare, you know, to keep my stoic composure, but inside I was melting. That laugh of yours—the loud, boisterous kind—echoed through my mind, sealing the deal. It was impossible not to be intrigued.”

He paused, a distant look crossing his face. “And that one time at the gallery, when you beamed with pride at my photography,” he said, his smile widening with the memory. “You had this way of looking at me, like you believed in me and my dreams. It filled me with this childish joy, bursting at the seams. That’s what made me realize I wanted to be by your side.”

You shifted closer, and Droid lowered his voice to a soft whisper as if sharing a cherished secret. “In that busy room, with all the people around, it was you who caught my eye, my heart. I remember how your pupils dilated the moment you saw my work, how your excitement was infectious. It was like everything quieted down, and all that mattered was us.”

He reached out to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. “Even now, as you drift asleep, there’s a peace in your face that calms me. I love you, and I love these moments—how they linger in the air between us. How you bring warmth to my coldest days and fill my heart with trust.”

Herbal - Grizzy x Reader

Summary: Friday night with your lover and herbs

TW: herbs = weed, Established relationship, a lil handsy and cuddles

in a cozy little apartment, nestled in the heart of a bustling city, there lived a couple named ___ and Grizzy. They had been together for a while, sharing countless adventures and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Friday nights were their special time, a ritual of unwinding from the week’s stress with some laughter, snacks, and, of course, their favorite herbal remedy.

On one particularly chilly Friday evening, ___ and Grizzy settled onto their well-loved couch, a soft blanket draped over them, and a bowl of buttered popcorn resting between them. The room was dimly lit by the golden glow of fairy lights, casting playful shadows that danced along the walls. The world outside faded away as they shared stories, laughter, and occasional goofy antics.

As the night progressed, Grizzy, ever the lighthearted spirit, started to feel the magic of the moment sweep over him. His eyes sparkled like stars, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hey,” he leaned over, whispering dramatically, “what if we build a blanket fort? Like, a magical kingdom where we rule as the Supreme Pudding Monarchs!” 

___ giggled, feeling that familiar warmth of comfort wash over, the kind that turned thoughts into cuddly bubbles. “You mean the kingdom where you eat all the pudding and I’m left with just spoons?” They both erupted into laughter, a symphony of joy echoing through their cozy space.

Grizzy, feeling playful, couldn’t resist the urge to get a little handsy. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around ___, pulling her into the perfect snuggle. His fingers danced along ___’s arm, making silly shapes, claiming them as the kingdom of 'Cuddleville.'

With his giggles growing louder, Grizzy’s mischievous side kicked in. “You can't escape, my queen! You’re forever trapped in Cuddleville!” he declared, and continued to nuzzle ___’s neck, painting the air with warmth and affection.

___, on the other hand, melted deeper into the couch, embracing the serenity of being wrapped in Grizzy’s playful energy. Each friendly poke and playful squeeze made her heart swell with adoration. She loved these moments, where the worries of the world melted away and all that existed was them, lost in their bubble of joy.

Yet, as Grizzy continued to be a bundle of energy, ___ found solace in the quietness her high brought. She savored the giggles, the cuddles, and the unique bond they shared, letting out a soft, contented sigh. “We should just stay here forever,” she murmured, drifting off slightly, her head resting against Grizzy’s shoulder.

“Forever sounds perfect. In Cuddleville, time doesn’t exist,” Grizzy replied, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of sleepy silliness. The two basked in the warmth and simplicity of their love, imagining a world where nothing mattered but laughter and closeness.

As the night wore on, the fairy lights flickered like distant stars, and the city outside hummed a soothing lullaby. In their little corner of the universe, ___ and Grizzy danced through moments of giggles and warmth, creating a night filled with enchanting memories that would forever linger, like a sweet spell cast on a perfect Friday night.

Do you only do cc X reader or do you also do cc X cc?

I only do cc x reader, and I’m experimenting with cc x reader x cc like where they share the reader. Sorry!

Edits? - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader and Pezzy are yapping with chat

TW: Established Relationship, kissing,

“Chat today we are going to play a game with Grizzy, but we have about an hour and half to yap, and who else are we gonna yap with?” Pezzy said to his stream “My girlfriend, ___, hint the extra chair, that she probably won’t even sit in. She will be joining us soon. She is getting “dressed” aka she didn't want to be in her pjs on stream so she's getting into lounge wear.”

I heard him inform them of my antics, as I was walking to his office, which was comfortably cluttered, with bright LED lights casting playful shadows on the walls. Figurines of video games and animated characters adorned the space, while the faint glow of computer screens illuminated his excited face. The chat exploded with emojis and messages as soon as I entered. I knocked on the door to his office and walked in. “Hey babe.” I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips, he spun around in his chair to admire me. 

“Hey there, everyone! This is my girlfriend, ___, if you guys haven’t met her!” Pezzy beamed, gesturing dramatically with his hands as he introduced me. “Look at her! Isn’t she the best?” The chat buzzed with a chorus of praises and Q&A prompts. I could feel my smile grow with a mixture of excitement and the thrill of being in front of an online audience.

“Sorry for the delay,” I said with a grin as I took the seat beside him, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I didn’t want to give you a fashion show in those cozy pajamas.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to distract the viewers with your effortless cuteness!” Pezzy teased, his eyes sparkling as he launched into an easy banter with the chat. I settled into my seat and watched the stream chat unfold, amused by the interactions.

“Ooo I like that question, have you seen Pezzy tiktok yet?” I read out loud, with my eyes cutting to Pezzy, as his smile grew and he raised his hand to cover his face. 

“Oh no, not that one!” Pezzy groaned, his face turning a shade darker as he turned back to the camera, an expression of mock horror etched on his features. The chat exploded with laughter and a flurry of comments about the infamous TikTok. I could practically hear their eagerness to expose Pezzy’s secret past.

“What did you do?” I teased, leaning forward with a playful glint in my eye. “You didn’t take a dive off a coffee table again, did you?”

Pezzy immediately waved his hands in frantic denial, but the smile couldn't escape his lips. “Okay, okay, maybe I encouraged them, chat, to make edits of the podcast, but it turned into “lEt’S mAkE eDiTs Of PeZzY.” sadly.” he confessed. "But in my defense, I was inspired, and the editing was top-notch!” 

“Oh baby, I have seen them all.” I respond with a devious smirk growing on my face. “Chat, do you think I have only one account?” I stare down into the camera, then switch to the monitor to watch the editors panic and throw a tizzy, revealing new information.

“Trust me, chat, when I say this: I see and have seen all the edits of my boyfriend, and LIKED THEM ALL. There's one that's my favorite and I have set it as my background on one of my settings- Well I take that back, there's two that are my favorite but only one of them made it to my background.” I said to chat as I was pulling out my phone. “The one that didn't make it as my background was Pezzy and I with Sugar by Flo Rida ft Wynter Gordon behind it, I LOVE that one so much! So if you did do that one, I would kiss ya on the cheek.” Pezzy looked over at me with a puzzled look but shrugged after it clicked in his head.

“NOWWW, for the one that made it to my background, is one where it started off with him talking about me accidentally hitting the horn on his car, and I blamed him, which had Candy by Doja Cat.” I started laughing as I pulled up the home screen, on my phone, with my finger holding it so the live picture would play. 

The moment my phone lit up, the vibrant colors of the live wallpaper came alive, showcasing Pezzy’s familiar smile. The clip started rolling, and instantly the room was filled with the infectious rhythm of “Candy” by Doja Cat, perfectly syncing with the humorous chaos that was about to unfold on my screen.

In the video, Pezzy animatedly recounted the day I’d accidentally laid into the car horn, caught in the exhilarating mix of surprise and irritation. “I mean, I’m just trying to park, and suddenly—BEEP BEEP—my car is announcing our arrival like a marching band!” His exaggerated expressions were priceless, his eyes wide and hands flying as he humorously detailed the encounter.

As the video played, the chat erupted with comments laughing at his antics. “Classic Pezzy!” floated by, alongside “Why didn’t I get to see that live?” The viewers were fully engaged, leaning into the hilarity unfolding in the clip.

I couldn’t help but laugh along, reliving the chaos of that day. “In my defense, I thought I was just changing the radio station!” I announced, punctuating my remark with a dramatic hand gesture. The laughter from the chat grew louder, and I felt warmth wash over me, knowing that the audience was with us in every moment of joy.

“Let’s not forget your very convincing argument that it was totally my fault!” Pezzy added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I swear you could’ve sold it to a jury!”

“Oh please, I was merely pointing out that cars should come with an ‘I’m not ready’ warning! Cars and I are not friends,” I replied, visibly amused. A flurry of comments filled the chat—“She’s got a point!” and “Cars need to be more understanding!”

The video played on, and as Pezzy’s narration continued, he showcased each detail dramatically, especially when he got to the part where I burst out laughing, completely caught off guard by the horn honking. The clip concluded with a perfect freeze-frame of us laughing together, which elegantly transitioned into the beautiful background of my phone.

“See? Look how cute we are!” I declared, beaming as I turned my phone to show not just Pezzy’s expression but the candid moment we had shared. The chat exploded again, chaos and adoration entwined; it was a magical moment of connection, reminding everyone why they loved tuning in.

“I bet I’m not the only one who wished they could be an extra in our wild little life!” Pezzy winked at the camera, running a hand through his hair like the charming host he is.

Someone in the chat suggested a collaboration for “car confessions,” and that sent us both into essentially another round of fits of laughter. “Oh my gosh, what a disaster that would be! I’d probably just end up honking all the way to the grocery store!” I chuckled.  

“I can see it now—‘Welcome back to Pezzy and ___’s car confessions, where the only thing we hit is the horn!’” he joked, throwing his head back theatrically as if conducting a game show, and I totally played along, dramatically feigning surprise with a hand to my forehead.

The conversation flowed seamlessly as the viewers continued to drop in their car-related stories, sharing similar confessions of clumsiness behind the wheel. We knew we had tapped into something universally relatable, and it felt exhilarating to ride the wave of shared laughter.

As the stream continued, the laughter morphed into goofy ideas for challenges: “Pezzy’s Parking Challenge,” or “Confession Corner,” where viewers could send in stories while Pezzy and I laughed our way through them.

In that moment, I realized our connection with the audience had blossomed into something wonderfully organic, uniting us through shared experiences and laughter. You see, it wasn’t just about the giggles or the memes; it was about creating a space where everyone felt at home, welcoming the delightful chaos that life brings, and celebrating it together—with all our quirks. 

And as we leaned back in our chairs, recording our joyful banter, I felt grateful to share not just a stream, but a genuine piece of us with the world—a reminder that laughter really can be the sweetest candy of all.

“Chat, good luck on finding my secret account, not even Pezzy knows my secret accounts’ name.” I say with a small challenge

Rain Dance

Summary: Dancing in the rain can help with some excietment

TW: Established relationship, kissing,

As you yanked your boyfriend, ElasticDroid, off the couch, a burst of laughter escaped your lips. His surprise was etched on his face as he stumbled slightly, his human form momentarily swaying under the sudden tug. You all but dragged him through the front door, and the brisk scent of petrichor filled your lungs as the raindrops tapped a playful rhythm on the pavement outside.

"Wait!" he called out, amusement sparkling in his eyes, but you were already outside, the cool droplets soaking in around you like a warm embrace. You've always dreamt of this moment—dancing together in the rain, letting the world fade away, leaving only the sound of your laughter mingling with the pitter-patter of raindrops.

You spun around, arms open wide, letting the rain splash against your outstretched palms. With each drop that fell, you felt freer, lighter, as if the whole universe was conspiring to grant your wish. ElasticDroid joined you, and without a second thought, he reached for your hand.

“Is this how the story goes?” he said, grinning, his eyes twinkling like stars against the gray sky. “Dancing in the rain?”

“Exactly!” you replied, your voice almost drowned out by the rain. “Let’s make our own story!”

You began to twirl and jump, your feet splashing through puddles, creating mini explosions of water that sent droplets glimmering through the air like tiny diamonds. ElasticDroid laughed, his laughter harmonizing with the rain’s song, and soon he was copying your moves, albeit with his own flair. 

“Watch this!” he said, bending his knees and launching into a mock ballet leap that sent his body soaring into the air for just a second too long. Gravity pulled him down, but his ElasticDroid powers allowed him to land gracefully in a puddle, sending water flying in all directions.

You doubled over in laughter, the sound echoing off the houses lining the street. “I think you just invented a new dance style!” You couldn’t help but tease as you dove into the puddle next to him, joining the impromptu performance.

With a wild sense of adventure in your hearts, you both started a splash battle, leaping and dodging between the rain-soaked pools on the sidewalk. Each splash was met with squeals of delight, some playful shoves, and embraces filled with joy. The rain and laughter merged into a symphony of happiness and freedom, erasing the worries of the day.

It wasn’t long before you laid back on the wet grass, your breathing heavy from laughter, staring up at the clouds. While the rain continued to play its sweet melody around you, ElasticDroid turned to look at you. “You know, I love moments like these,” he said softly, leaning on his elbow, a playful seriousness crossing his features.

“Me too,” you replied, shifting to rest your head on his shoulder. “Who cares about getting wet or muddy when there’s always magic in the air?”

The rain eventually began to ease, and the clouds broke slightly to let rays of sunlight peek through, illuminating the world with a golden glow. You both sat up, soaking wet but blissfully happy, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

As the first rays of sunlight broke through the dissipating clouds, the world around you transformed. The waterlogged grass shimmered like emeralds in the warm glow, and the droplets still clinging to the leaves glinted like jewels set against the sky. You looked into ElasticDroid's eyes, which sparkled with shared joy and laughter, and felt your heart swell with affection.

In that magical moment, everything else faded away—the world, the noise of the city, the remnants of the rain. It was just the two of you and a timeless connection. Instinctively, you raised your arms to wrap them around his neck, drawing him closer as you leaned into him. His warmth enveloped you like a welcome blanket, contrasting perfectly with the coolness left by the rain.

You stood on your tiptoes, your heart racing, as you leaned in for a kiss. The world melted away as your lips met his, soft and tender, a revelation amidst the lingering chaos. The sun’s rays painted shadows on your faces, accentuating the sheer joy of the moment—everything around you became a soft-focus backdrop to what felt like a perfect dream.

Electricity crackled in the air, as if magic itself sparked between you. The kiss deepened, both of you pouring your laughter, your playful moments, and your shared love into this single, powerful exchange. A feeling of completeness washed over you, stirring all the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry of delight.

As you pulled away, breathless and grinning, a sense of triumph filled your heart. “You know,” you said playfully, looking up into his eyes, “we really should dance in the rain more often. It seems to bring out our best selves.”

ElasticDroid chuckled, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. “I think we just unlocked a secret level of joy,” he replied, his voice deep and warm. “Every rainy day should come with a dance card!”

Just then, a gentle breeze stirred the air, sending a few stray droplets around you, as if nature itself were joining in on your celebration. You both laughed again, this time more softly, as you broke from your embrace and stepped back from the puddles that now surrounded you. 

“Let’s make a pact,” you suggested, eyes sparkling with inspiration. “For every rainy day we get, we’ll dance together—anywhere and everywhere. Our own little tradition.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, his smile wide and genuine. “But just so you know, I have no qualms about embarrassing myself to make you laugh.”

“And that’s why I love you!” you teased lightly, giving his arm a playful squeeze as you both turned back toward the house.

As you made your way inside, still dripping wet but feeling as if you were glowing, you could hardly contain your excitement for the next adventure. You knew that life was not just about the days that were sunny and warm; it was also about finding love and laughter, even in the rain.

You ever look at some art your mutual made and you just sit there in stunned silence and awe that one of your friends is out there making jaw-dropping beautiful art just for the hell of it

Midnight Mischief

Summary: The night air was cool against my skin as I settled into the passenger seat of Puffer’s old ford. The clock in the dashboard glowed 11:45 PM in soft blue light, like a lighthouse guiding us through the darkness. I could feel the excitement bubbling in my chest—there was something electric about midnight drives that made everything feel alive.

TW: Puffer driving, passenger princess, kissing, make out, established relationship

“Ready for an adventure?” Puffer asked, his voice laced with warmth and mischief. I grinned and nodded, shifting in my seat as I fiddled with the radio. A soft rock station crackled to life, the perfect soundtrack for our escapade under the stars. He pulled out of the driveway, and we melted into the quiet streets.

As we cruised through the city, laughter spilled from our mouths like sweet popcorn. Puffer had a way of making ordinary moments feel extraordinary, his infectious energy filling the car. I loved how he would point out the little things—a street lamp casting a golden glow, a couple laughing on a corner, or the way the moon hung low, as if it were a curious companion on our journey.

Before long, the aroma of street food wafted through the cracks of the window, pulling us in like moths to a flame. “Tacos at Luna’s?” Puffer suggested, his eyes twinkling with idea as he parked on the bustling street filled with food trucks. 

Luna's was a tiny truck illuminated by strings of lights, vibrant and welcoming like the laughter spilling from its open window. We jumped out, the asphalt cool against my feet, and I could barely contain my excitement. We stood in line, our shoulders brushing against each other, sharing ridiculously silly jokes that only we seemed to find funny. 

With our steaming tacos in hand, we stumbled back to the car, bursting into laughter as we tried to take monstrous bites without spilling guacamole down our shirts. I felt a rush of joy, a lightness that made me want to twirl under the moonlight, but instead, I leaned into Puffer, resting my head against his shoulder.

Back in the car, the world outside blurred into a kaleidoscope of lights as we drove aimlessly—pathways leading nowhere and everywhere. The radio played a soft ballad, and it felt like a gentle plea, almost daring us to lose ourselves in the moment. I turned to him, caught in the depth of his dark eyes, and the world around us melted away.

“Wanna dance?” I asked playfully, already knowing the answer. He laughed, the sound deep and rich, as he pulled into a quiet park. Switching off the engine, shadows danced around us, and in that moment, we didn’t need anything—or anyone—else.

With the music still flowing through the car, we leaned closer until the world outside faded completely. Puffer brushed his lips against mine, and it was like the first taste of warmth after a chilly day—a spark ignited. The kisses turned soft and sweet, punctuated by the distant rumble of a train passing by. 

Lost in our little universe, time didn’t matter; there was only Puffer, the car, and the music wrapping around us like a soft embrace. I could feel the rhythm of our hearts aligning with each note, our laughter mingling with the melodies that floated through the open window. 

After what felt like hours, we pulled away slightly, breathless and smiling, foreheads resting against each other. “Let’s never stop doing this,” I whispered, my heart racing with the thought of all the nights ahead.

“Never,” he affirmed, his fingers intertwined with mine, as if sealing a promise made under the starlit sky. With the radio still crooning in the background, we drove through the endless night, fueled by love, laughter, and the thrill of adventure

Nourished by Devotion — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, pregnancy, caring boyfriend, request🦋

It was late afternoon, and the house was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner. You were perched on the couch, eight months pregnant and feeling every bit of it. Your feet ached, your back was sore, and your mood hovered somewhere between irritated and teary. The baby, bless their squirmy little self, kept nudging your ribs like a persistent drummer. And to top it off, you were hungry—hungry in a way that made no sense. One minute you wanted pickles, the next minute pancakes, then maybe both together. You knew it was hormones and cravings talking, but that didn’t make them any easier to ignore. In the kitchen, Grizzy was a whirlwind of activity, rummaging through cabinets and the fridge. He wore sweatpants and a loose shirt, moving with a determined kind of tenderness. Ever since you’d hit the later stages of pregnancy, he’d made it his personal mission to keep you and the baby satisfied—food, comfort, massages, and all the love you could stand. It wasn’t just caretaking; it was worship. He loved every curve of your changing body, every new complaint and craving was met with compassion and a near-heroic eagerness. “Alright,” he called out, voice warm and steady, “we’ve got leftover fried rice or I can whip up some pancakes. You said pancakes earlier, right?”

You sighed dramatically, throwing your head back against the cushion. “I said I wanted pancakes and pickles,” you grumbled, though a small smile tugged at your lips at how ridiculous it sounded. “I know it’s weird.” Grizzy popped his head around the corner, grinning. “Babe, it’s not weird. It’s pregnancy cravings. I’ve got your back. Pickled pancakes—” He made a playful face. “Okay, maybe I’ll just give you both separately.” You snorted, feeling a touch better just from his easy acceptance. “Yeah, maybe not together,” you conceded, “but I do want both.” He disappeared again, and soon the smell of something warm and sweet drifted into the living room. You closed your eyes, hand resting on your belly, feeling the baby shift. A few minutes later, Grizzy returned with a plate of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup and a small bowl of pickles on the side. He placed them on the coffee table and then knelt beside you, reaching for your feet to rub gentle circles into your arches. “How’s that?” he asked softly, eyes full of concern and love. “Better?” You nodded, taking a bite of pancake. “Mhm,” you mumbled through a mouthful, “this helps. Thank you.” The sweetness hit your tongue, and you almost wanted to cry from relief. He squeezed your calf reassuringly, then leaned up to kiss your forehead. “Always,” he said quietly. “I love taking care of you two.” Your heart softened. He truly did mean it. He’d been so patient and attentive—feeding you, rubbing your back, holding you when you cried for no reason.

And there was something else, too: the way his gaze lingered on your growing belly like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Nelson,” you began, voice hushed, “you really don’t mind all this? The weird moods, the cravings, the…changes?” He let out a gentle laugh and slid onto the couch beside you, pulling you closer. “Mind it? Are you kidding? I’m completely obsessed.” His hand cupped your belly, thumb stroking lightly. “I love every second of this—the bump, your curves, your attitude.” He lowered his voice, near a whisper. “And how much I want you, even more now.” You blushed, heat pooling low in your belly. Hormones made you irritable, yes, but they also amplified your desire at the strangest moments. It was true that sometimes, when you were cranky or uncomfortable, Grizzy’s solution was to guide you into the bedroom and remind you how cherished and desirable you were. And if nothing else worked to lighten your mood, well, he had other ways—like burying his face between your legs, kissing and licking you into a state of blissful forgetfulness. “Speaking of wanting me,” you said softly, turning to look at him, a spark of mischief in your eyes, “I’m in a mood.” It was half a statement, half a request for relief that only he could provide. His gaze darkened with understanding. “Oh, you want that kind of comfort.” He set the plate aside, leaning in to kiss your jaw, then your neck. “Let me guess, you feel tense?” He pressed another kiss at the base of your throat, voice going low.

“Could use some attention?” You nodded, breath hitching. “Mhmm.” “Finish your food first,” he teased, hand slipping under your shirt to caress the underside of your belly. “Gotta keep you fed.” His tone was playful, but you could see the hungry gleam in his eye. “Then I’m all yours.” You grinned, quickly popping a pickle slice into your mouth, heart thudding with anticipation.

The next morning, Grizzy had a spot on Clooless, the podcast he co-hosted with friends. You were curled up on the couch, phone propped up to watch the live recording. They joked about random topics, current events, and gaming highlights. Eventually, the conversation drifted to personal life updates. You perked up, knowing Grizzy might mention you and the baby. “So, Grizzy,” Puffer began, leaning into the mic, “tell us what’s new on the home front. I know you’ve been preparing for parenthood, to become a father.” Grizzy smiled, the kind that reached his eyes and softened his whole expression. “Man, I’m just—” he paused, searching for words, “I’m so excited. I know I joke a lot, but this is huge for me. We’re close, you know? Just a few more weeks.” Pezzy teased, “I bet you’re freaking out. Getting the nursery ready and all that?” He chuckled, leaning closer to the mic. “The nursery’s set. It’s adorable. But more than that, I’m obsessed with my girlfriend right now. I swear, pregnancy is…something else. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful, more…just full of life. She’s strong, dealing with all the aches and cravings, and I get to be there, help out, make her pancakes at midnight if she wants. I’d do anything for her.” Your cheeks went warm at his words. He continued, voice turning more earnest, almost reverent. “I’m serious, it’s like I’m seeing her in a whole new light. Every curve, every little complaint, I’m just like—‘Yes, let me fix it. Let me make it easier.’” He laughed a bit at himself, “you guys think I’m whipped, but honestly? I’m so whipped, it’s not even funny. I’m grateful every day.”

Your heart clenched at the love pouring out of him. Even filtered through the screen, it was powerful. He was gushing, shameless and proud, letting the world know how much he adored you and the baby growing inside you. Droid chimed in, “Damn, Grizzy, this kid’s not even here yet and you’re already the ultimate dad.” “Can’t help it,” Grizzy replied, smiling so big you could see his dimples. “I can’t wait. They both give me purpose, you know? And if I can make her laugh when she’s moody, or feed them when she’s craving something weird, or just—” He lowered his voice, more intimate now, “—show her how much I worship her body as it grows our child, then that’s all I need.” You swallowed, blinking back a sudden wave of emotion. It meant so much that he celebrated you, that he didn’t shy away from talking about how he admired you, even in public. Later, after the podcast, he returned home. You were waiting, leaning against the doorframe. He shot you a look, half-worried, half-hopeful. “Caught the show?” he asked, tone light, but you could see the question in his eyes. You nodded, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. “I did,” you murmured. “You made me cry, you know.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Happy tears, I hope.” “Very happy tears,” you assured him, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “And now I’m hungry.” His face lit up, that playful grin returning. “Hungry, huh? What’s on the menu tonight?”

You pretended to think hard. “Hmmm. Not sure. Something sweet, maybe. And then…maybe you?” He laughed softly, shaking his head in affectionate disbelief. “You’re insatiable.” “Your fault,” you teased, poking his chest lightly. “You made me this spoiled.” His eyes flashed with that familiar heat, hands settling on your hips, thumbs brushing your belly. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” he murmured, voice dropping to that husky tone that made your insides flip. “Let’s take care of both cravings, shall we?” You grinned, heart full, body thrumming with contentment and desire. Together, you moved into the apartment, the scent of home and love and possibility surrounding you. Everything felt right: his devotion, your laughter, the life growing inside you—and the promise that, no matter what, he was there to feed every hunger, soothe every ache, and worship every inch of your pregnant body.