Podcast Moments - Pezzy Version

Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

Summary: Jealousy and Alcohol mixed together can lead to something catastrophic or wil it be fortuitous?

TW: Alcohol, flirting(?), cursing, female pronouns, jealousy, bar/club atmosphere

*Hey ____ we are all headin to the club down the street in about 30-45 mins, if you want to come*

*who is all gonna be there*

*Me, Grizzy, Puffer, and yourrrr homeboy, you definitely dont like*

*oh STFU!*

*yes, ill come tho. Ill get ready in 30*

*cool see ya soon*

I threw my phone down to my right side and flopped back on my bed with a huff. I laid there for a few minutes trying to piece a cute outfit together in my head with the clothes I bought for the con. Once I finally figured out what I was going to wear and how I was gonna style it, I got to work. I dug through my messily packed suitcase, grabbed my makeup case, my hair products and headed to the bathroom. I hung my outfit on the back of the bathroom door on hangers to let the heat try to unwrinkle them as much as possible.

After getting my clothes settled I started unpacking my makeup bag and plugged in my hair crimper. Letting my crimper heat up, I get started on my makeup, basic as hell. I know I'm probably going to sweat it off if I do a full glam look. I reached with my right hand for my tinted moisture, and did two pumps in my left hand. Rubbing my hands together, trying to achieve an even amount of product in both hands, my hands separate stretching my hands to my face. I began to gloss the moisture all over my face, after rubbing it in completely I was letting it dry. 

I grabbed my black, one shoulder, black velvet textured material shirt and threw it on, so i didn't mess my hair or my “makeup” up. I then went on a seek and find hunt on the counter for my fluffy makeup brush and my Urban Decay nude palette. Once, both items were in my hand, I dipped my brush in the light tannish/brown color and painted my eyelid. Packed the corner of my eyelid with the most pigment then blending it out towards the inner corner of my eyelid, to give it an ombre effect. 

When both eyes are done I then grab my waterproof Fenty Beauty mascara and try to volumize these small and thin eyelashes.  My___ eyes raked over my face to see if my work was exceptional or needed more effect, I believed I looked good just needed clear lip gloss and my make up was finished. 

After applying the tube of Tik Tok shop brand lip gloss, my lips are extra kissable tonight, hopefully.  I turned around on my heel to snag my skinny black jeans off the hanger without breaking the cheap plastic. I walked out of the bathroom to my hotel bed to sit on the end, so i wouldn’t have to balance to put on my pants. Now, I got my pants up and went to my carry on which I had my shoes packed.

I did a double take/thoughton which shoes to wear but ultimately I went with my strappy, criss cross black heels with a gold accent on the bridge. This time I balanced myself with my right hand on the wall to put on my left heel and vice versa with the other heel. I tripled checked my outfit and gave myself a pep talk to get my confidence up. I'm thinking tonight might be the night I'm not a pussy. 

 *BEEP BEEP*

*im headin to your room, 222?

*yes, im almost ready, should be ready when you get here*

*just lettin ya know, that the guys are coming w/ me**

*damn, ugh okay.*

*NOW YOU HAVE ME EXTRA NERVOUS*

*HEY youll be okay, ill play along to see if we can get droid to confess to you ;)*

*now youre in the dog house, your buying me my first drink*

*fine fine, i can do that ;)*

I shook my head at his ridiculously confidence that Droid will confess to me. I ran over to my bag and grabbed my deodorant and perfume and applied where it matters, I NEED to smell good and not like sweat. 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I ran my hands over my outfit to get the sweat and nerves off of me, I let my confidence take over, so I am not a complete mess. I opened the door to see the guys all looking nice.

“Well hello gorgeous, let me walk you to your car.” Droid says with his arm out, I chuckle as I take his arm. Everyone chuckles at Droid playing a gentleman back in the days.

“Good sir, you are aware that we are walking to a club, definitely not driving.” I go with the bit but still keep it real.

“Oh well- I-Erm- Let me walk you to your destination good lady.” Droid stumbles through his sentence, ending it with laughter but still having arms linked together.

We are walking to the elevator with small talk going on throughout the groups, I’m keeping quiet, I look over to Pezzy and he just winks at me. I wink back as he raises an eyebrow at me, Droid catches on to us being silly.

“Wait- What's going on here? Is my fair maiden cheating on me? With a lonely scum?” Droid acts offended at us play flirting

“No, No my good sir. I could never lay my eyes on a lonely scum. My eyes only work for you.” I responded with his humor.

“Ugh, how dare you do this to me?!” Droid keeps the joke going, letting go of my arm pretending to be offended.

I walk out of the elevator laughing and shaking my head. Pezzy catches up to me, since I was the first one off the elevator. Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy are all in their own conversation walking behind us, leaving Pezzy and I to talk about my hopeless crush.

The pulsating bass thumped through the dimly lit nightclub, a hypnotic rhythm that engulfed the crowd. Strobe lights danced across the room, creating a dizzying kaleidoscope of color. Laughter mingled with the music, the sounds faded into a dull roar for me. I leaned against the bar, nursing her drink while casting furtive glances towards Droid.

He was surrounded by a trio of girls, their laughter ringing like chimes against the booming bass. Each of them leaned in closer, their voices rising in pitch, a chorus of flirty teasing that made my blood simmer. One girl, a tall blonde with sparkling blue eyes, tossed her hair back and laughed a little too loudly, her hand brushing against Droid’s arm. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched him smile, his head thrown back in genuine amusement. 

My grip on my glass tightened as I forced herself to take a deep breath. 

"It's just harmless fun," I told myself, but the whisper of doubt crept in. Was it really just fun? The way they leaned in, the playful nudges, the seemingly endless flow of laughter? Each giggle felt like a tiny dagger, and the more I watched, the tighter the knot in my stomach twisted. Did I really have the confidence to confess anymore?

I turned my gaze to the floor, where clusters of people danced with abandon, illuminated by a flurry of colorful lights. But even in that moment, the joy around me felt hollow. I took a sip of my drink, letting the icy burn of the alcohol sting my throat. I just want to shake off the feeling, to enjoy the night, but every time I glanced back at Droid, my heart plummeted further into the void. 

“Hey, you okay?” Pezzy slid up beside me, concern etched across his face. 

I forced a smile, masking my insecurities. “Yeah, just... soaking it all in,” I replied, my voice lacking its usual spark of light. 

Pezzy followed my line of sight. The trio of girls was still clustered around Droid, their voices overlapping in a playful symphony that made my chest tight. 

“I mean, it’s just a night out, right? He’s not going anywhere,” I asked, reaching down into myself for reassurance. Pezzy squeezed my shoulder, knowing Droid, he shook his head yes.

“You know you’re the one he wants to be with,” Pezzy said, a mix of encouragement and irritation in her voice. “Why would he waste his time with them?”

I wish I knew that Pezzy was right. I thought Droid and I had something real, something special—yet watching him shine under those girls’ attention felt like stumbling under a spotlight that I couldn’t escape. Each shared laugh felt like another inch of emotional space carved between us.

Finally, gathering myself resolve, I pushed away from the bar. “I’m going to go talk to him, and possibly put our plan into action.” I declared, trying to inject confidence into my words, even if it felt forced. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his expression cautious but supportive. Using the fake enhanced confidence that the alcohol gave me, I strut my way to them.

As I neared the group, my heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could hear them clearly now—each flirty comment, each teasing remark pierced me. But I refused to be sidelined on my own crush.

“Hey, handsome!” I called out, forcing a smile that was perfectly poised between casual and confrontational. Droid turned, his face lighting up with surprise that quickly melted into warmth. The girls paused, their chatter dwindling as they sized me up with easy curiosity. 

“Hey, ____!" Droid's voice was inviting, and despite the tension, Ifelt a small flicker of relief. 

I sidled up next to him, my hand settling possessively on his arm. “I thought I’d come check on you,” I said, my voice casual, though my heart raced. The trio exchanged glances, the atmosphere thickening as they silently gauged the shift.

Droid grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good timing! We were just talking about the wildest things we’ve seen in the club.” 

I smiled back, tightening my grip. “Oh, I hope I’m not missing out on any crazy stories. Need someone to help filter through the nonsense?” 

The girls exchanged a look, and I could feel the tension palpably shift. Just like that, I stepped into the spotlight—but this time, I wasn't leaving it vacant.

As the strobe lights flickered like fireflies caught in a jar, I felt the energy in the air shift. The laughter of the trio of girls dulled, replaced by a charged silence that hung between them. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Droid, my heart pounding, not just from the music, but from the surge of confidence coursing through me.

The blonde girl, who had been the most animated of the group, arched an eyebrow, her smile faltering for a moment. “Oh, we were just having a little fun,” she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent that hinted at challenge.

“Fun’s good,” I replied, her voice steady and laced with playful defiance. “But I think Droid’s got the best stories. Right, handsome?”

Droid turned to me, his expression softening, and I could see the flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin breaking free as he leaned closer to I, his body language shifting to indicate that I was his priority. 

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The girls were evaluating the situation, their playful banter fading as they processed the unspoken challenge I had thrown into the mix. “So what’s the wildest thing you’ve seen tonight?” I prompted, my tone teasing as I addressed the girls, confident in my role as the center of Droid’s universe.

“Oh, you know, just the usual. People dancing on tables, a few questionable outfits,” one of the girls chimed in, her tone shifting to a more inclusive one. “But I think the best part is when someone tries to ride the bull over there.” She gestured toward a group of people erupting in laughter as someone dramatically fell to the floor, arms flailing.

I laughed, the tension between them beginning to dissipate. “Now that sounds like something we need to get on. Don’t you think, Droid?” She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Absolutely!” Droid replied, his enthusiasm infectious. “I’m always down for something new.”

“Count me in!” I said, feeling a surge of exhilaration as I extended my hand to Droid. He took it without hesitation, and together we moved toward the dance floor, the pulsating bass thudding in time with their racing hearts.

The girls trailed behind, their earlier bravado diminished as I and Droid lined up for the fake bull riding. The club was doing a special, where before you “start” riding the bull you can take 1 or 2 shots of liquor being poured into your mouth by one of the bartenders. We walked right up where we could put our names, Droid wrote his name down first but I was distracted with the gorgeous bartender in front of me.

“Hey-um- oh- Lisa, I have a weird request, I used to be a bartender. Is there any way I could pour his shot or two in his mouth? I will even pay extra if needed.” I questioned with persuasiveness, since I had my confidence up might as well do stupid shit.

“Ooo, let me ask my manager, Ronnie, real quick. Be right back, love.” Lisa states walking to the bar calling out to Ronnie. 

I turned on my heel looking for the guys, who were all gathered up on the left side of the fence of the bull keeping drunk people out. I strutted my way up to my group of the guys, Pezzy turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. The confusion on his face quickly turned into a devious smirk, he wink at me. Pezzy opened his arm to me, I quickly fell into place under his arm. 

“What did you ask, little demon?” Pezzy entertained my plan

“I can possibly give the droid a shot, once he gets on the bull,” I got on my tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, wanting to make sure he heard me over the music.

“Hey, now don't leave me out. What's going on?” Puffer sauntered over to us seeing us scheming together.

“I MIGHT be able to give Droid his shot before he rides the bull.” I explained to Puffer, typing my glass towards Grizzy and Droid deep in their own conversation. 

“Oh- There you are, love.” I heard someone say behind me, I let go of Pezzy and spun on my heels. I saw Lisa with a guy. Hopefully it's Ronnie with good/fun news.

“Hi, I’m Ronnie, the manager. I heard you are wanting to give a guy a shot before he gets on the bull, is that right?” He contemplated the plan, his tone giving it away. 

“Yes, I’m ____. I used to be a bartender for 4 years, I believe 5 years ago.” I greeted Ronnie, trying to persuade him into letting me do it. 

“Okay, good. Yeah, I’m down letting you do it, just know no heels on the inflatable or on the bull.” Ronnie informed me while pointing to my shoes.

“Ah, completely understandable, sir. Is it okay if I take my heels off and do it barefoot?” I try to compromise with him. 

“Sounds good to me, Lisa and Hannah are in charge of the bull at the moment so they will oversee you giving your guy the shot.” Ronnie informed me, we shook hands and he dispersed back to the bar. I giggled doing baby jumps in my heels.

“Give us like less than 5 minutes, love, and will call him next.” Lisa informed me with her left hand on my shoulder, walking away to the podium of the sign up sheet.

They get him on the bull, while explaining the rules and how to ride the bull, so you don't completely fly off the bull. As they finish explaining the rules, It looks like Hannah lets him go in a couple of circles to get him going. That's when Lisa comes over with a bottle of Tito’s with a smile and hand gestures to me, to follow her and hurry up.

“Alrighty girl, make sure to take off your heels, when you get up to bull; the head is going to be angled down, so you can hop on there with your knees. Try to use the inflatable barrier as a trampoline to bounce your way up on it. Then, you are going to stand up and push him, however you can or want to, into a laying down position and then pour the shot in his mouth. Sounds good?” Lisa talked me through the plan on how they do it here, as I was undoing my heels. I discarded them at the entrance of the padded inflatable. 

“Go get him girly.” Lisa encouraged me as I entered the zone of the bull. I turned my head over my shoulder to her and gave her a smile and wink of appreciation.

“What? ___ what are you doing?” Droid asked me with his eyebrows furrowed at me

I walked up to the bull remembering what Lisa said, I bounced my body onto the bull. Droid had his hand out to me, trying to help me up on the bull.  I landed on the bulls neck with my knees, and Droid kept both of his arms open making sure I didn't fall while I tried to stand up. I positioned my right hand on his left shoulder, so I balanced myself enough not to fall on my face. Then, I parked my right barefoot on his chest pushing him back all the way. Motioning my hand all the back on the bull. He is finally in position, relaxed with his mouth opened.

“Okayyy then __.” Droid said, making me smirk and my heart race, as if it was a jump set being played. 

I started pouring Tito’s and counting to four, while locking our eyes together; I winked at him with a sultry look. 

“OH SHIT. AW SHIT MAN!” “OOOO” “GET EM ___!” I heard the guys screaming on the top of their lungs, over the music. 

I stopped pouring the alcohol in Droid mouth, I jumped off the bull handing the bottle over to Hannah. I walked out of the landing zone, and picked my shoes up til I got away from the entrance. I walked over to Pezzy, Puffer, and Grizzy where I was ready for the onslaught of questions from them. 

“So how was being dominant for your first time?” Puffer asked right out of the blue, bluntly. I giggled and shook my head, trying to put my heels on. 

“When did you get the idea for this, __?” Grizzy asked

“Earlier today, when we were all walking to the bar, Pezzy informed me of it.” I told them shrugging my shoulders.  I looked round through my hair as I was hunched over tying my right heel up, I was watching Droid walk up the group. He was on a mission to get his hands on me, I can tell. 

“My lady, let me help you. You are looking like Cinderella, with your missing heel.” Droid jokes around with me, he walked up to me and kneeled down on his right knee. 

He picks up my left heel, separating the laces not getting them tangled up even more which was even more impressive. He then clasped his hand around my left ankle to lift my foot up to his knee where my heel(shoe) was resting. My foot was in the heel, as he was perfectly criss crossing the laces in an even manner, mirroring my right foot.

“Well Droid, look at you taking care of our own little Cinderella.”Grizzy jokes around, making the guys laugh and me hiding my face turn red. 

“Let me steal ___ for a minute.” Droid said, putting my foot back down on the ground. He stood up,  outstretching his hand for me to take. 

He led us out the dance floor while the music was playing, he took the lead of the dance. Our chemistry is undeniable. The strobe lights illuminated their movements, casting us in shades of electric blue and hot pink, as laughter and music swirled around us.

As the dance took off, it was a playful chaos of flailing limbs and exaggerated moves. The crowd cheered, and I found myself lost in the moment, the earlier insecurities fading into the backdrop of the vibrant nightclub. I stole glances at Droid, who was in his element, and I felt a warmth blooming in my chest.

As the music swelled and the crowd erupted in cheers, I caught Droid’s eye. We exchanged a look, one that said more than words ever could. It was a silent promise, a reassurance that we were in this together, and that nothing could shake the foundation we are going to build together. 

The night wore on, the bass thumping like a heartbeat, and for the first time, I felt truly free, dancing not just to the music, but to the rhythm of my own confidence.

Epic April Fools

Summary: As the screen flickered with the ever-so-satisfying sight of paint slowly drying, you found yourself imagining a world beyond the confines of Smii7y’s April Fools’ Day masterpiece.

TW: Established relationship

"I watched Paint Dry"

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but your mind began to wander while you both sat on the couch, the sound of his voice narrating the mundane process filling the air.

“I swear, next year, I’m going to pull off the biggest prank ever,” Smii7y chuckled, adjusting his headset, his eyes still glued to the screen. His excitement was palpable, and even though you found the concept amusing, three hours of watching paint dry had started to wear thin on your patience. 

“Is it too soon to talk about dinner?” you asked playfully, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Dinner? But the paint is just about to reach its peak gloss!” he replied dramatically, feigning betrayal. But you could see the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile—he loved how easy it was to playfully poke fun at each other.

As you got up to refill your glass of water, you thought about meals for the week. Meal prepping had been something you both talked about doing—after all, weeknight dinners could get chaotic with his streaming schedule and your own commitments.

“Okay, how about we make a deal?” you suggested, returning with a glass of ice-cold water. “If I help you with the video for the next prank, you promise to meal prep with me tomorrow.”

“Perfect! I can’t turn down an offer like that,” he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you have to promise to be just as creative with our meal options as I am with my jokes.”

“Deal!” you grinned, knowing exactly where this was heading. You would challenge one another to create funny meal names based on the absurdity he thrived on. “How about… ‘Steam-Powered Veggies’ for our stir fry?”

Smii7y burst into laughter, nodding enthusiastically. “And I’ll make sure my signature ‘Mystery Meat’ is on the menu, because what’s a prank without a little surprise, right?”

The banter transitioned seamlessly back to the video as the paint-stirring narration went on, but there was that subtle undertone of excitement brewing between you both over the meal prepping idea. 

Three hours into the video, with a few comments suggested hilariously, you decided you could best support him from afar. You snuck your phone out and started messaging your favorite food blogs, searching for witty meal inspiration to bring to life in your own prep session. 

After a while, you turned to him again. “Okay, I’ll leave you to your paint-drying magic for a while. I have some meal ideas to brainstorm, and I’ll check in on your progress later on.”

“Fine, but don’t blame me when you miss the most exciting part!” he teased, waving his arms as you walked towards the kitchen.

As you flipped through ideas, envisioning a week filled with laughter—and pranks over dinner—you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. Smii7y always found ways to make the mundane hilarious, and together, you’d craft a series of meals worthy of a viral video in their own right.

Later that evening, as you wrapped up your brainstorming, you made your way back to him, ready for whatever absurd ideas he had pulled from his six hours of paint drying. 

Together, the two of you began strategizing your prank-filled meal plan, transforming the evening into laughter, creativity, and, who knows, perhaps an April Fools’ Meal Prep Challenge to share with his audience!

The Saviour of The Day

Summary: On this particular day, __ had a grueling 12-hour shift ahead of her at the hospital, and in the whirlwind of preparing for work, she had forgotten to pack her beloved homemade lunch.

TW: Established relationship, nurse!reader, kisses, loving partner

As the hours ticked away, the stress of the shift crept in, not just from the fatigue of tending to her patients, but also from the gnawing hunger that settled in her stomach. She tried to focus on her tasks—the beeping monitors, the whirl of doctors and nurses, and the grateful smiles from her patients—but all she could think about was how much she missed her delicious lunch, a special recipe from her mom that she looked forward to every day.

Meanwhile, her loving boyfriend, Droid, was at home, eagerly anticipating her lunch break. He knew how hard __ worked and how much she appreciated the flavors of home cooked meals. An idea popped into his head: why not surprise her with an authentic Mexican lunch? He quickly gathered the ingredients and began crafting a masterpiece—three tacos filled with slow-cooked chicken marinated in spices, fresh cilantro, onions, avocado, and a side of zesty salsa. The aroma filled his little kitchen, a blend of comfort and love, as he carefully packed everything into a vibrant container adorned with a photo of their happiest moments together.

As the clock struck noon, Droid set out on his little adventure. He hurried through the busy streets, navigating between other lunch-seekers and dodging the simmering heat of the midday sun. Arriving at the hospital, his heart raced; he couldn’t wait to see the look on __'s face when he surprised her. He made his way to the nurses’ station, his smile as bright as the sun, and asked where he could find her.

With a little guidance, Droid found her in the break room, looking momentarily overwhelmed as she fidgeted with the leftovers of her nurse colleague’s vending machine snack. Just as she turned to pour herself some water, she caught sight of Droid through the doorway, holding the colorful container like a beacon of hope.

“__!” he called, his face lighting up with joy. She spun around, and time seemed to pause for just a moment. When she recognized the food, tears welled in her eyes—happy tears for a love so thoughtful, so kind. It was a moment of pure connection amidst the chaos of her day.

“Droid!” she exclaimed, rushing toward him in a whirlwind of emotion. He wrapped her in a warm embrace, the world around them disappearing as they stood in the glow of their affection. She felt cherished, every ounce of the day’s fatigue lifting in that moment. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

Droid grinned, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t let my favorite nurse go hungry. I know how much you love your tacos, and you deserve a real lunch break. Let’s eat!”

They sat together at a small table in the break room, the brightly colored container between them like a treasure chest. As she savored each bite, __ felt grateful not just for the meal but for the love that Droid put into it. The spicy, warm flavors danced on her tongue, and the laughter they shared filled the room with a comforting ambiance that made even the hard day feel lighter.

With every bite, their conversation flowed easily, reminders of joy and plans for their next outing sparking excitement. For those precious few minutes, they shared not just a meal, but a sanctuary from the bustling world outside—two hearts intertwined, sharing a moment of simple happiness in the midst of life’s frantic pace.

As __ reluctantly prepared to return to her duties, she kissed Droid softly, promising to save the rest of the tacos for later. They exchanged a hopeful gaze, knowing that love could transform even the busiest of days into something special.

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

JUST CHEFS KISSES 💋 LOVE IT

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.

 Painted Nails

Summary: One sunny afternoon, as they sat together on the couch, bright lights from Pezzy’s studio illuminating the room, ___ plucked the courage to pitch a daring idea to Pezzy.

TW:

“What if you let me paint your nails black?” she proposed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his fingers instinctively flicking up to his perfectly fine nails.

“Black? Really?” he laughed.

___ grinned, unveiling the sleek bottle of ebony polish. “Think of the aesthetic! You’ll be a trendsetter! Plus, it matches your edgy gaming persona!”

Pezzy chuckled, captivated by her passion. “Alright, but only if my chat approves!” He swung his gaming chair around, casually inviting his eager community, who could hardly contain their excitement. The chat erupted into a whirlwind of emojis—flames, thumbs-ups, and an assortment of playful memes.

“Do it! Let the true Pezzy shine!” They cheered.

With an impish smile, Pezzy nodded in agreement, “Alright, let’s do this!” He extended his hand towards ___. As she began her artistic endeavor, the room was filled with laughter.

___ giggled as she balanced the small bottle of nail polish in one hand, the brush poised like a delicate wand ready to create magic. “Okay, prepare for a transformation!” she declared dramatically, as if she were a grand sorceress rather than a simple artist. 

With each stroke of the brush, Pezzy’s nails transformed from a plain, unassuming color into a sleek black that shimmered under the studio lights. “You’re going to be the coolest gamer on Twitch!” she teased, glancing at the chat that was buzzing with excitement.

“Pezzy, you’ve got this!” the viewers typed in unison, the chat becoming a cascade of encouragement. Some jokingly began calling him "Pez the Nail King."

“I can’t wait to see the comments after this!” Pezzy replied, winking at the camera. “Just wait until my fans see this epic new look!”

As ___ concentrated, she couldn’t help but sneak glances at Pezzy. There was something endearing about how open he was to new experiences. She could see his initial hesitation melt away, replaced by sheer enthusiasm. “You look like a rockstar!” she teased, layering on another coat for a more brilliant finish.

“I feel like one!” he laughed, pretending to strum an air guitar. The charm of the moment was palpable, and the laughter echoed through the room, colorful notes of joy dancing around them.

More Nut in my Butt - Pezzy

Summary: Out of Context Twitch Clip- Link at the bottom of the short story

TW: Established relationship, cursing, sexual innuendo, lmk if I missed anything <3

“Sorry guys, I was texting Bella to bring me the rest of the Nutter Butters/. I am in a snacky mood right now” He explained to chat.

*Knock Knock*

“Come on in Bells.” Pezzy yelled over his shoulder.

“Hiii, babes, here's your nutters you wanted. By the way, do you care if I hang out here til they are done cooking in the kitchen?” I questioned Pezzy and slightly towards chat.

“Thank you bells, and yeah we are still in our yapping session part of the stream. Did you want to join or lay in the background?” Pezzy invited Bells.

“Would it be okay if I lay in the background and throw my two cents in here and there?” Bells quizzed him while looking at the monitor 

“Yeah babe that's fine, thank you again.” Pezzy gratefully thanked Bella. Then Bella was walking towards his couch to lay down, she took her hair down so she lay down comfortably.

*”OMG, did she really give him the regular Nutter Butters?”* Pezzy read out a comment from a random chatter. Pezzy raised up the package to show the camera. 

“No Double Nutty, look they made it with double nuts. So now it has more nuts in it.”  Pezzy put down the package back in his lap or on his desk.

“It's pretty sick, I love more Nutt in my butt.” Pezzy said with no thought no filter, once it registered in his head, his smile grew wide, he started laughing and leaning to the left out of frame looking at Bella laying on the couch.

Once it registered in Bellas head that her boyfriend said that, she started cackling and growing red like a cherry due to the lack of oxygen. She couldn't control herself and balance on the couch so ended up on the floor which made Pezzy and herself laughing harder. They both started crying on how much they were laughing. 

“What did I just say?” Pezzy was gasping for air while trying to get over his digital footprint being more tainted. 

“I mean babe, you could have just asked me in private not on stream.” Bella choked out in between her laughs and wheezes. 

“Shut the fuck up, bells!” Pezzy exclaimed and started cackling. Pezzy fell out of his chair laying with Bella on the floor laughing.

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Fainting Spell Interrupts

Summary: In amidst of unexpected changes and challenges, Puffer stays on his feet.

TW: Fainting, sick!reader

Across the house, I stirred in bed, the remnants of sleep tying my limbs in a heavy embrace. The soft rustle of Puffer’s voice, accompanied by the familiar sound of virtual cards being flipped, pulled me from my dreams, but my body craved just a few more moments of rest. I pushed myself up, ready to join him in the world of streaming, when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me without warning.

In an instant, the room shifted; the vibrant colors of my LED lights blurred as I stumbled sideways, the world tilting on its axis. Before I could grasp what was happening, darkness enveloped you completely.

The sound of a big bang snapped Puffer out of his focused commentary. His heart raced as he glanced toward the door, only to think of the worst that could be happening. Panic ignited in his chest. “Wait, what just happened?!” he muttered, gripping his phone tightly before ending the stream, his fans left in a state of confusion as he dodged the questions and comments rising like a wave. 

He rushed up the stairs to your side, kneeling down beside you. “Babe?” he asked softly, brushing a gentle hand against your shoulder. When there was no response, he felt a surge of urgency. You were down for the count.

He carefully lifted you, cradling your body in his arms, heart racing as he felt your slight weight against him. There was a time when his adrenaline was focused on game scores and virtual achievements, but in that moment, it was a different kind of urgency altogether. He gently placed you back on the bed, ensuring you were cushioned and comfortable.

“What’s going on?” he murmured, his brow furrowing with concern. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, unable to shake the worry that clung to him like a shadow. Your skin felt cool under his touch, prompting him to fetch an extra blanket, draping it over you like a protective cocoon.

With a racing heart, he pulled up his phone, dialing for help, his mind screaming through every worst-case scenario. Yet, despite the chaos swirling within him, he kept his voice steady. “Hey, I need an ambulance…my girlfriend just fainted. Yeah, she’s breathing, but I can’t wake her up…”

As he awaited their response, he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you. He brushed your hand with his thumb, wishing desperately for you to open your eyes and smile at him as you always did. “You can’t leave me like this,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a trembling breath. “We have a wedding to plan, babe!”

Minutes felt like hours, and just as relief started to wash over him with the sound of sirens drawing closer, you began to stir. Your eyelids fluttered as if waking from a heavy fog, and Puffer leaned in closer, hope igniting like fire within him. “Hey, hey, there you are! It’s okay, you’re safe,” he cooed, the tremor of fear mixing with a surge of relief.

With a groggy murmur, I blinked a few times, disorientation still evident. “Puffer? What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I attempted to sit up.

He gently pressed you back down, a reassuring smile touching his lips. “You fainted, love. But you’re okay now. Help is on the way, just relax,” he replied, his heart still racing but now with gratitude for my return.

As the sirens neared, he brushed his fingers over mine, grounding you in the moment. I met his gaze, concern etched across my features. “I didn’t mean to ruin your stream…”

He chuckled softly, the weight of his fear lightening in an instant. “Nah, they’ll survive without a few packs. You’re my number one priority.”

Tiny Echoes In The Spotlight —Smii7y x Reader

f!reader, dilf smii7y, newborn baby, supportive boyfriend, stream interruptions, husband material, tender moments, request🦋

It was supposed to be just another evening—a typical stream for Jaren, better known to the world as Smii7y, while you juggled life with your newborn. But the peaceful flow of the night unraveled when piercing cries echoed through the house, louder and more relentless than usual. In the living room, you were pacing back and forth with the baby in your arms, doing everything you could to soothe them. “Shh, baby, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with exhaustion. “Mommy’s here. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” The cries continued unabated, and you felt your chest tighten as frustration and guilt began to take over. It had been weeks of sleepless nights, weeks of trying to navigate this new chapter of parenthood. You hadn’t realized how much the exhaustion was eating away at you until tonight. “Please, baby,” you murmured, your tone pleading. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry? Does something hurt? Please, just tell me how to help.” You sank onto the couch, your hands trembling as you adjusted the blanket wrapped around your baby.

Your mind spiraled with self-doubt as their cries only seemed to grow louder. You felt like you were failing—failing as a parent, failing as a partner. You tried rubbing their back, humming softly, even bouncing them gently in your arms. But nothing seemed to work. Tears welled in your eyes, and despite your best efforts, they began to fall. “I’m sorry,” you whispered brokenly, your voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I’m trying so hard, and it’s still not enough.” In his recording room, Jaren was laughing with his chat, completely unaware of the scene playing out just a few rooms away. His laughter faltered, though, as a faint sound filtered through his mic—a baby’s cries. He paused mid-sentence, his head tilting as he listened. “Hang on, chat,” he said, muting his mic and standing up. “Be right back.” When Jaren stepped into the living room, his heart twisted at the sight before him. You were sitting on the couch, rocking the baby in your arms, tears streaming down your face as you tried desperately to soothe them.

He crossed the room quickly, crouching in front of you and placing a gentle hand on your knee. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice grounding you instantly. “What’s going on?” You looked up at him, your expression crumpling as fresh tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” you choked out. “I’ve tried everything, Jaren. I feel like… like I’m failing. As a mom, as your partner—I’m failing.” His brows furrowed, and he reached out to cup your cheek, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “Hey, stop that,” he said firmly but gently. “You are not failing. Do you hear me? You’re doing everything you can, and that makes you an amazing mom and an incredible partner.” “But he won’t stop crying,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I can’t make him stop, Jaren. I—” “You’ve been running on empty for weeks,” he interrupted softly. “You need a break, love. Let me take over for a bit.” You hesitated, your arms instinctively tightening around the baby. “But your stream—” “Can wait,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “They’ll understand. Right now, my family comes first.”

Before you could argue further, he gently took the baby from your arms, cradling them against his chest. The cries softened slightly as Jaren rocked them gently, his steady presence already starting to calm them. “Go lie down,” he urged, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got this.” Your resistance crumbled under the weight of exhaustion, and you nodded, standing up and wiping your face. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice heavy with gratitude. “Always,” he replied, giving you a reassuring smile. “Now go. Rest.” As you retreated to the bedroom, Jaren settled on the couch with the baby, adjusting the blanket around them before heading back into his recording area. Jaren returned to his recording room, his newborn son nestled snugly in his arms, the earlier cries reduced to soft hiccups. He settled into his chair, gently bouncing the baby to keep him calm as he adjusted his microphone. His chat, still buzzing from his abrupt departure, was full of speculation.

What happened?

Smii7y, you good?

Is everything okay?

Jaren unmuted his mic, his voice noticeably softer as he addressed the questions. “Sorry about that, chat,” he began, glancing down at the baby, who had started to nuzzle into his chest. “Something came up I had to take care of. Everything’s fine now.” The chat lit up with curiosity and concern.

You sure?

You sounded stressed

What’s that noise in the background?

Bro, are you hiding something?

Jaren hesitated for a moment, his lips quirking into a small smile as he looked down at his son. “Well… I guess there’s no hiding it now,” he said, his tone almost sheepish. “Uh, this is going to be a bit of a surprise for most of you.” The chat exploded.

What do you mean surprise??

Is Smii7y hiding a girlfriend?!

Spill the tea!

Chuckling softly, he leaned back in his chair, keeping one hand steady on the baby. “Alright, alright, calm down,” he said, shaking his head. “You guys know I don’t really do face cam stuff, but… I guess I’ll make an exception tonight. Hold on.” The anticipation in the chat was palpable as messages flooded the screen. Jaren clicked a few buttons, activating his rarely used face cam. The image flickered to life, revealing him sitting in his gaming chair with a tiny bundle cradled against his chest. “Chat, meet my son,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and tenderness. “This little guy is mine.” The reaction was instantaneous.

WAIT WHAT??

SINCE WHEN DOES SMII7Y HAVE A BABY??

OH MY GOD HE’S ADORABLE

YOU’RE A DAD???

I’M CRYING

Jaren laughed at the onslaught of messages, glancing down as his son let out a soft coo. “Yeah, it’s probably a bit of a shock,” he admitted. “We’ve been keeping things pretty private, but… well, there he is. The little Smii7y-in-training.” The baby shifted slightly, his tiny hand grasping at Jaren’s shirt. The chat erupted into a wave of hearts and affectionate comments.

LOOK AT HIS LITTLE HAND!

He’s perfect🥺

Dad Smii7y is real, and I love it

Jaren’s smile softened as he adjusted his hold on the baby. “He’s still figuring things out, but honestly, so are we,” he said, his tone more vulnerable now. “Parenthood’s no joke, man. It’s been sleepless nights and a lot of trial and error, but… it’s worth it.” The baby let out a soft sigh, and Jaren chuckled. “He’s the real MVP around here,” he said, glancing at the camera. “Momma’s getting some much-needed rest right now, so I’m on dad duty tonight.” The chat continued to gush over the baby, with fans praising Jaren for being so open and expressing their excitement for his new chapter. He stayed on for a while longer, answering questions and sharing small anecdotes about the early days of fatherhood, all while his son dozed peacefully in his arms. Eventually, Jaren turned off the face cam, his voice still warm as he addressed his audience. “Alright, chat, that’s enough excitement for tonight,” he said. “I’ll be back tomorrow, but for now, I gotta get this little guy settled. Thanks for being cool about this.” As he signed off, he looked down at his son, his heart swelling with love.

“You’ve got the whole internet wrapped around your finger already,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Just like your mom.” He carried the baby back to the living room, gently placing him in his bassinet before returning to you. Curling up beside you, he whispered words of encouragement, his hand resting over yours as the two of you finally found a moment of peace.