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Being a street medic in the midst of a war against ruthless killing machines takes a toll on many people, and Boreas is no exception. She spends three days every week in the woods just outside the walls of Fangstown tending to all sorts of wounds from nasty but relatively superficial cuts to lethal levels of excessive bleeding in which a tourniquet is needed.
As a natural result of this traumatic work Boreas finds herself desiring comfort and affection when she gets home, lighting up when she sees her teammates Salem, Vesta, and Pallas sitting on their bed. Salem and Vesta are sketching out tattoo designs in their sketchbooks and exchanging feedback with each other and Pallas is reading a Supernatural history book.
“Hey girls” Boreas greets tiredly, sitting down next to them on the bed and untying the laces on her beat up combat boots.
“Welcome home dear” Pallas says warmly, “What were things like on the field today?”
“Fuck where do I even start” Boreas sighs, kicking off her shoes and sliding off her battle jacket throwing it haphazardly on the the floor beside the bed.
“That bad huh?” Salem asks softly.
“Yeah…I’ve had a rough day to put it simply” Boreas murmurs quietly.
“Would you like it if we took care of you for a while?” Vesta offers, closing her sketchbook and opening her arms invitingly for Boreas to collapse into.
“You practically read my mind” Boreas remarks, falling backwards into Vesta’s embrace. Feeling a little better from the sensation of arms wrapping around her torso and pressing deeply into her skin. “Just make it so I can stop thinking about everything, please. I only want to focus on you guys right now”
The other three Supernatural’s share a look with each other and Salem replies, “I think we can manage that… Do you have any objections to being passed around between the three of us?”
“Not at all, sounds wonderful” Boreas replies with a small smile. This isn't exactly her first time being passed around so she knows what to expect and she figures it'll make for a perfect distraction from the horrors she’s just bared a witness to.
“You remember what to say if you want us to stop?” Vesta asks, moving her hands to Boreas’ hips and gripping her tightly, shifting the shorter girl so that she's facing her, straddling her waist.
“Wrench” Boreas replies, wrapping her arms around Vesta’s shoulders. Vesta hums approvingly and leans her face forward pressing a few gentle kisses to Boreas’ neck causing her to whimper a little bit in response. Vesta’s hands trail up her sides making Boreas shudder and tighten her arms around her teammate. The black bear hybrid's lips begin to press more roughly against her neck, lightly sucking small marks into her skin.
“Does that feel good?" Vesta beckons as she trails her hands under Boreas’ shirt, warm hands resting against the bare skin of her back.
“Oh fuck yes, please don't stop!”
“Well since you asked nicely” Vesta purrs, biting down more harshly into Boreas’ neck, the smaller hybrid making a noise of contentment in response.
“Damn this is hot to watch” Salem remarks to Pallas, both of them staring intently as Vesta mercilessly attacks Boreas’ neck.
“I know right? This has interested me enough I stopped reading” Pallas murmurs back.
“Ngh- shit Ves” Boreas moans out, leaning her neck into Vesta’s mouth more chasing the euphoric feeling of sharp teeth threatening to penetrate her skin. Vesta softly chuckles and presses a parting kiss to Boreas’ neck, before letting her go and pushing her off her lap.
Boreas collapses back onto the bed, limbs sprawled out messily, still processing Vesta’s rough treatment of her neck when she feels hands grabbing at her roughly and before she knows it she's been pulled into Salem's lap, the wolf hybrid roughly kissing her. Though a little caught off guard, Boreas kisses back with an almost equal amount of force and grabs onto Salem's arms, her claws digging into the skin lightly which only makes Salem grip her more roughly in response.
“H-hey there you” Boreas greets through an exasperated breath when she and Salem break away from the kiss for air. Salem only chuckles and pulls Boreas back in for more, their lips meeting in a rather chaotic fashion. Boreas goes a little limp in Salem’s hold now that the initial surprise has subsided, sloppy kisses getting pressed to her face and jaw. Salem trails down to her neck and decides to make an addition to the marks Vesta left on Boreas’ neck, sucking roughly on the skin and leaving a few more prevalent bruises behind.
“Is my girl feeling any better yet?” Salem croons, lightly running a claw up and down Boreas’ spine causing her to shudder with delight.
“You could definitely say that” Boreas chuckles, leaning her head against Salem’s shoulder as she catches her breath.
Salem looks over at Pallas who’s staring at the scene before her with considerable color in her cheeks, not fully registering that Salem is looking at her until the wolf hybrid speaks.
“Hey Pallas?”
“Yes?!” The fruit bat hybrid perks up.
“Would you like a turn with our little shark here?”
“Certainly” Pallas replies, grabbing Boreas by the shoulders and pulling her into her big, strong arms. The fruit bat grabs the back of her teammate’s head with one of her claws, fingers digging roughly into her scalp making the masochist in her arms hum approvingly. Pallas doesn’t waste any time and bites down on Boreas’ already sensitive neck, adding to the plethora of marks left behind by Salem and Vesta.
“F-fhuck”
“Yeah?” Pallas murmurs teasingly between bites.
“You guys are relentless”
“You love it though,” Vesta counters a small smirk.
“Well damn…I can’t argue with th-” Boreas begins to concede but is cut off when Pallas pulls her in and kisses her aggressively, the fruit bat hybrid violating her mouth with her tongue. Boreas feels a bit dizzy when Pallas pulls away from the kiss, choosing to shift her focus from her mouth and instead pepper kisses along her jaw. Boreas softly giggles at the ticklish feeling of the contact. After a few minutes Pallas decides she’s had her fill and wraps her arms around Boreas enveloping her teammate in a proper hug.
“So, how are you feeling now?” Pallas asks softly, smiling when she feels Boreas return the hug by wrapping her arms loosely around her waist.
“Much better…Thank you guys for takin’ such good care’a me”
“Aww, it was no problem sweetheart! You know we just love roughing you up” Vesta assures with a mischievous little chuckle.
“Are you feeling okay physically?” Salem questions attentively.
“Mmm for the most part yeah, being crushed by Pal’s arms here is all I really need. Some water would be nice though” Boreas responds in an airy tone.
“Do you…Think you would be up for another round after your break?” Vesta asks.
Boreas softly chuckles, “Count me in”