#me: “hey why does this room say ‘do not enter loose kittens’

[kangals]

actually I changed my mind I love my work

[emocka]

Rejected

Note: i was watching the fresh prince of bel air and the scene with will Smith asking why his father doesnt like him inspired this

Genshin x reader

Warning: female reader, pregnancy, slight angst, fluff comfort.

Aether kazuha tighnari everyone aged up

Aether

Aether stood there in the kitchen listening. Your parents showed up out of the blue a week ago.It was too go to be true but you ignored him. You just wanted to be loved by you mom and dad. Aether could understand that. But they dumped you in the streets when you were five.

Suddenly everything went silent. Concerned Aether went to the living room. He saw the scene. Your were rocking back and forth on your feet hugging yourself. Your face was red tears streaking your face. Your parents were looking triumphant.

'Out. Get out now' aether said. For the first time you heard venom lacing his voice. 'You get out now!'

You started crying more thinking that was directed at you. Aether looked at you.

'Hey hey it's ok. Come here.' He said pulling you into a hug. 'Sh sh. It's ok.'

Aether turned around to face your patents. Rubbing your back.

'You two leave and dont come back. Not to see her.'

'But-' they started to say.

'Out now. Hey kitten can you go in the kitchen?' You nodded and left entering the kitchen.

After some hassle your parents finally left. Now it was time to face the music and work through this with you.

'Why do they hate me? Why was I replaced? What did i do?' The questions came.

He pulled you into a hug. Comforting you he scooped you up securing your legs around his waist. Kissing your cheek he walked to your shared bedroom. He couldn't answer your questions. But from your voice he knew that it was hurting.

'I dont know why. I dont know.' Entering the bedroom he approached the bed and sat down. 'But know you are loved by others. You have a family. You have me.'

Aether felt you nuzzle your head in his neck. He smiled rubbing your back.

'Promise?' You asked. 'Promise wont leave me?' You asked pulling away for his warmth.

'I promise. ' he smiled looking at the wedding ring on your hand. You smiled at him then showed him a test. Aether laughed

'Now that a great surprise.' He said nuzzling your cheek 'better than your parents showing up.'

Kazuha

Kazuha was holding you during the scream fest your mother started. You werent screaming just standing there hitting your thighs repeatedly. Bruises were forming on them. Kazuha grabbed your hands.

Suddenly tomo started screaming. The one year old was pretty smart at sensing bad tension.

'Dear' he whispered in your ear. 'Why dont you go check on our son and see what he needs ok? I handle this.'

He kissed your cheek as you nodded. Turning around you walked over to the shared room.

'Hi tomo. Mommy's here....' you said as you entered. You closed the door.

Kazuha turned to face your mother. Calmly telling her to leave.

'Why did you choose to marry her? She worthless.'

'Not your business. Please leave.' Kazuha said again this time walking towards the door. 'And I prefer if you dont show up again.'

She left as mochi entered the house.

'Oh hi girl. You did good. Come on y/n is waiting for us.' Kazuha smiled as he closed the door locking it.

Together they walked to the room. You were sitting on the bed tomo in your arms, silently crying.Mochi jumped on the bed and settled down. Kazuha climbed on as well. Carefully he managed to get you in his lap.

'Hi tomo.' He said smiling then kissing your cheek.

'Kazuha? Why did she really come back? Why come back when she dumped me in an orphanage? Why have another child after dumping me? Why does she hate me?' You started shaking terrified of the question you were asking.

'I dont know why dove. She was probably drawn in at the fact that she has a grandchild. Maybe drawn to who you married and seeing if you can get her money. But I wont let it happen. Your too precious to loose to her.' Kazuha wiped the tears away. 'Dont worry I'll let lumine know to come over. In case she comes back. Just know I love you so much.'

Tomo was well asleep so you got up and put him back in the crib.

Kazuha patted the spot next to him. As you sat down he started to tickle you. The tickling turned in a playful wrestle. You were on top giggling.

'Yay I won!' You said. Kazuha laughed and pulled you down.

'Say dove, you wouldn't happen to be pregnant again would you?'

'I was planning to tell you. How can you tell?'

'Your warmer than usual.' He said smiling.

Tighnari

Why your father showed up at 430 am was mind boggling. What made the situation worse was the fact that your water broke.

So here you stood your father screaming bloody murder at you. You were crying trying to not have a baby in the middle of the living room tighnari calling for cyno to remove your father. When cyno showed up dehya was with him. Tighnari grabbed your hand pulling you outside.

'Hey hey come on. Let's get you to the hospital.' He said.

Walking out to the car you got in with his assistance. After a futile attempt to ge the buckle on your belly you cried. Tighnari kissed your head. 'I'll help give me a few seconds'

With that he walked around the car and entered. Once more you struggled this time with tighnari. You cried again as he coulsnt get it.

'Why did I get pregnant? Why?!' You asked sobbing.

'We were both drunk when it happened dear. Dont be hard on yourself. There we go!' You heard the seatbelts click. 'Here have my tail. We'll be there soon ok?'

All he heard was ooooh as his tail went into your eye veiw.

Arriving at the hospital you started sobbing again.every thing finally crashed down on you.

Why did your dad show up?

You were rushed in. Your daughter wasted not time in trying to come out.

You dont remember the delivery as you were in a daze asking yourself questions. You do remember accidentally breaking tighnari hand during the delivery though.

'Hey dear. You aware?' You heard snapping you out of your daze. 'You aware?'

You nodded slowly. Noticing his hand in a bandage you sobs quietly.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Im-' you repeated.

'Hey I've heard stories of men more built than me who hand their hands broken when their significant other was giving birth. I say it pretty normal. Now come on. Were about to see our daughter.' He said as he patted your hand. 'Now before we see her do you want anything?'

You nodded and attempted to shift on the bed. Tighnari getting the message adjusted you just enough to sit next you you. Soon the nurse brought your daughter in. You took her in gently holding her. She was sleeping. Her fennec ears were small. Her tail was big.

'She so beautiful..she looks just like you.' Tighnari said in awe. 'Hey dont cry. We both took part in this.'

He wiped your tears away.

'Ignore what your dad said. He no longer part of your life. Let's focus on the now. What should we name her?'

'Collei.' You said. 'Hi tiny tails. I'm your mother and the guy behind me is your dad.'

'Theres my girl. But why did you just call her tiny tails?'

[presumenothing]

When Riza opens the front door of the Elrics’ flat in Central (which is nominally under their name but potentially occupied by any combination of a remarkable assortment of people at any given time, an alarming percentage of whom scorned mundane things like keys in favour of lock-picking and fifth-floor windows) it’s to find Edward sprawled facedown on the couch, golden hair loose in a veritable halo around him.

Sprawled so throughly, in fact, that he doesn’t even twitch at her entrance, lying still enough that a fainter-hearted person might’ve gone screaming for help.

Fortunately for all concerned, this doesn’t even rank in comparison to some of the histrionics Riza’s been front-line witness to over the years, so she merely closes the door behind her and returns the spare key to the hidden pocket in her purse. “Should I be concerned?”

The lump on the couch lets out a string of wholly intelligible noises.

Riza quirks an eyebrow. “I’m afraid only Alphonse speaks that particular dialect of couch.”

That gets Edward huffing something recognisable as laughter, before pushing himself up far enough so that he can flop over – backwards this time, glaring at the ceiling. 

“Apparently I can’t just pull research all-nighters whenever I want anymore,” he says, in the same sullen groan that other people might’ve used for the doctor says no more drinking ever unless I’ve decided a liver is optional.

“Ah.” Riza doesn’t bother with outward sympathy like she might’ve done usually, because Edward’s never appreciated that, but the sentiment is genuine nonetheless. 

As is her retroactive relief that she hadn’t badgered the General into coming along after all, since she can already imagine him ragging Edward about getting old, and. Well. She’s already suffered through more than her share of juvenile hair-pulling arguments after the demilitarisation council meetings today, thank you very much.

It’s why she’d decided to drop by and see the Elrics now instead of waiting for the weekend; at least when they descend into petty sniping at each other it’s entertaining to watch rather than a complete waste of time.

Though speaking of which – Riza’s just about to ask where Alphonse is when Edward’s low-level grumbling is interrupted by a meow.

He curses under his breath, and since it’s definitely not for Riza’s benefit (she had been present for the swear-off between him and Havoc and Breda, after all) she assumes it’s for the benefit of the smaller lump he’s now untangling from his hair, which resolves into a kitten-shaped bundle as Edward bellows. “AL!”

True to form, Alphonse chooses that moment to – for lack of a more dignified word – sail in through the front door with a paper bag of groceries in either arm. It lends further credence to the betting pool about the Elrics actually having telepathy; Riza’s not a betting person, so her concern is mostly about how many of Roy Mustang’s mannerisms Alphonse appears to have picked up on. 

He smiles brightly as he makes a beeline past her to deposit the bags on the kitchen counter. “Hullo, Colonel Hawkeye.”

Riza nods cordially in return. Any reply she might have made would’ve been drowned out by Edward’s now-louder complaints about cats in his hair.

The feline in question looks fairly unperturbed despite being held like a beaker of flammable propellant (Riza supposes that’s what it’d take, anyway, to approach a sleeping Elric) and Alphonse seems to agree as he homes in on them like a magnet. “Aw, Brother, Cookies likes you! I think it’s the shiny hair.”

Edward holds it even further from his face – not very high, all told, since he’s not gotten up from the couch yet, but out of batting range from his hair. “It does not like me it just wants to make me bald why are you naming your cats after food now Al have you not been eating enough.”

“Not all food,” Alphonse says reproachfully, like this is a reasonable thing to be arguing about. “Some of them are condiments, and if there’s anyone here who’s not been eating properly it’s you. Have you been in the library this whole time since I went out?”

Riza decides to help put away the groceries. A good half of the cupboard labels are scrawled in Xingese, but after all the diplomatic missions she can manage that much.

Edward’s mulish scowl is practically audible anyway.

“I’m really not above persuading every librarian in this city to bar you from entering, y’know,” Alphonse threatens, though it loses much of the intimidation factor when he’s clearly cooing over the bundle of meow. “Don’t make me do it.”

“You wouldn’t have to if those imperial alkahestrists would stop using fucking Riemannian geometry in their arrays, including the extra dimensional variables into the calculations is a bloody pain.”

“Well, it’s far more intuitive if you can feel–”

“–yeah, the Dragon’s Pulse, I know, ugh. But that doesn’t exclude it from having to make sense mathematically, too, and mmmphf.”

Riza glances back into the living room to find that Edward has been derailed by virtue of his brother liberating Cookies to replace it with something actually edible instead, to which Edward’s response is as blessedly predictable as ever. 

Alphonse must catch her looking, as well, or at least he realises that Riza’s not exactly free enough to drop by for a purely social call these days. “Was there something you wanted to discuss with us, Colonel?”

“Something we’d like you both to investigate, yes,” Riza confirms. “No one’s quite sure what’s happening, but it’s probably going to need alchemists to resolve – I’ll pass you the briefing later, but it’s probably easier if I explain first. Shall I make some tea?”

Alphonse nods, leaning over to set Cookie down on one of the cat highways transmuted into the walls of their flat. “Second cupboard from the right, bottom shelf.”

“But not any of the tins with Xingese on it,” Edward pauses in inhaling food to add. “That’s Al’s dead leaf juice collection, it’s vile.”

“Ginseng is good for you, and it’s not a leaf. I know you know this.” Alphonse unceremoniously clears Edward’s feet off the couch far enough for him to sit, earning him a hiss that’s not unlike a cat. “It’s the black tin with gold lettering, Colonel, you can bring some back with you to try if you’d like.”

“That’d be lovely, thank you.” Riza glances through the labels until she finds something low on caffeine; powering through today’s meetings required enough coffee that she might not be entirely imagining the hum in her bloodstream. “I’d also suggest working out actual prices for your consultation work, since bartering favours isn’t going to be sustainable, if you’re planning to go into this for the long term.”

Or rather if they plan on consulting with anyone besides the one person who can be counted on not to forget such favours when it’s convenient, but there’s no need to spell it out with the Elrics.

She unearths a clearly-neglected tin of white tea in time to see Edward flapping a hand carelessly as he pointedly relocates his feet onto Alphonse’s lap. “Take that up with Al.”

Alphonse sighs, but doesn’t otherwise move. “I’ll be happy to listen to any suggestions you might have, Colonel.”

“I can draw up some tables based on what others have charged for similar services in the past,” Riza agrees, like anyone could really offer anything close to what the Elrics have. “Also most tea is dead leaf juice.”

“Exactl– hey!” Edward’s head pops up from the couch like a betrayed prairie dog with a bad hair day. “Whose side are you on!?”

“The winning one,” Riza answers mildly, and sets the kettle to boil while they argue over whose side that is. 

(Cookies pauses on the nearest piece of highway to eye her hair clip, and Alphonse must be right: it does seem to like shiny things. Riza resolves to find out where they keep the cat treats.)

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[datin-ronpa-v3]

Teddy Bear

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Ryoma x Reader (reader is in first person) Pre-Trauma Ryoma as well just cuz I like him happy Has some headcanons, be warned!

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You excitedly walk up to the door. You can't help but have a big, goofy grin on your face. You get to spend a whole night with your boyfriend! The two of you have been looking forward to tonight for a week or so and you've prepped everything you'll need in your big bag. Soft blankets, soft pajamas, soft pillow, snacks... You've got it all. You let out a soft squeal of excitement and take a deep breath as you knock on the door.

The door unlocks and... There he is. Ryoma looks up at you with a big smile on his face. "Hey." You grin down at him and go in for a hug, which he immediately reciprocates. His embrace is comforting and warm, just like it always is. A wordless way of saying "I love you."

He leads you inside, offering to take your things but you tell him you've got it. You're immediately greeted by his parents, both of which seem very excited to see you. They give you a hug each and welcome you to their home. His mother nudges you and mentions that you're practically all Ryoma wants to talk about, which causes him to poorly hide his now beet-red face under his hat. You tinge a bit too but laugh it off, smirking at him. He sticks his tongue out at you.

After a brief tour of the house he takes you to his room. There's tennis paraphernalia everywhere and quite a few motivational cat posters. A grey kitty is curled up on his bed. There's also what appears to be an air mattress at the foot of his bed. He spreads his arms out and faces you. "This is where you'll be staying."

"It's perfect," you reply enthusiastically.

He smiles and hugs your leg before taking your belongings. "You get the bed since you're the guest of honor," he says as he plops your things on the covers.

This spurs a mini argument between the two of you as you try to argue that he should get to sleep in his own bed while he argues that you deserve the real bed because he loves you. You're both very stubborn in wanting the best of the other so it doesn't go anywhere. You agree to discuss it later at bedtime as you're called to dinner.

. . .

After a wonderfully made supper and some board games with his family you and Ryoma retire to his room to get ready for bed. Neither of you are particularly tired but you're both very eager to spend a whole night together. You go to the bathroom to change into your jammies. You specifically chose to where you cat pjs just because you thought he'd like them. The top is loose and has a cat face with text reading "Meow are you?" The bottoms go about halfway to your knees and are covered with cat faces.

As you re-enter his room you see him in his jammies. A loose shirt that reads "REAL MEN LIKE CATS" and checkered bottoms. He looks absolutely incredible. You knew he'd be adorable in his sleepwear and yet your expectations were still exceeded. You have to cover your mouth in an attempt to hide just how much you love him right now. Fortunately for you, he seems to react pretty similarly to your pajamas. His face pinkens as he grins. "You look so adorable." Your face flushes and the only real answer you have is to run over and pick him up. He laughs and hugs you close.

After a small bout of cuddling you plop him onto his bed and begin going through your things, distinctly moving everything to the air mattress.

"Hey-"

"I wanna sleep on the air mattress."

"You get the real bed, we already decided."

You give him the stink eye with a smirk. "I want to be able to look up when I wake up and see a cute guy."

He blushes at that and doesn't have an argument against it. You have won.

As you get the air mattress set up a dreadful realisation dawns on you. You stare at your stuff, horrified.

Ryoma is quick to notice your distress and sits up, immediately serious. "What's wrong? Are you okay? I can run out and get you something from the store if you need it-"

You shake your head. This is... Embarrassing. "I-It's nothing. I'm okay." You try to give him a reassuring smile.

He is not buying it, arching a brow in response.

With a defeated sigh, you sag your shoulders and look away. "I... Forgot my teddy bear." He seems a bit surprised by that. You decide to elaborate for his sake. You can feel your face heat up as you continue, "I don't know why, but... I need something to hug when I'm sleeping or I'm just restless. I found a teddy bear that was the perfect size and shape a few years back and I've been able to sleep peacefully with it."

You can feel him staring at you. It makes you want to curl up and hide under something. Ryoma reaches out and gently sets a hand on your shoulder. "Dunno why you're acting like that's something to be ashamed of, kitten." He offers a reassuring smile. "It's honestly really cute."

You turn a bit more pink but let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he didn't find that too weird. You lean into his touch and he lifts his hand to stroke your cheek.

"You said it was the perfect size and shape for you, right? What'd it look like? We might have something lying around you could use instead."

His willingness to help you out with something so silly makes your heart thump. He's always been the sweetest guy you know. "Well... It was a kind of big teddy bear... About the size of a my pillow, actually. So a pillow would work if you have a spare."

He smiles and nods. Then he chuckles softly. "I didn't know you had a me-sized stuffed animal you hug every night. I'm honestly a bit jealous."

It had never once occurred to you, not for a second, that you cuddled a Ryoma-sized bear every single night. Those words alone put the idea of cuddling Ryoma all night long in your head. Your face flushes a deep red as you stare at him.

He blinks before turning red himself. "Sorry- I didn't think about what I was saying. I am not actually jealous of an inanimate object, that would be weird-" His words are rushed and he can no longer maintain eye contact with you.

You look away as well, unable to shake the idea of twelve hours of cuddles from your head. You gulp before squeaking out, "I never thought about it like that before."

You hear him shuffle. "Sorry if I ruined your teddy bear for you..."

You whip around to face him, appalled by his statement. "You made cuddling my bear so much better! Now I get to think of you every time I go to bed!"

He stares, wide eyed and red-faced. He seems to be at a complete loss for words. "Oh."

You look away again, immediately getting embarrassed about your passionate outburst about how you could now think about him every time you went to sleep. The two of you sit in a deeply awkward silence that is only interrupted by the yawn of his cat.

Ryoma is the one to speak up. "We could try it if you want..." His voice is quiet and uncertain.

You look back at him, confused. You're brain is too frayed to comprehend his offer.

His shoulders are hunched, hands balled up in his lap. He's staring at them with an embarrassed expression. In an even softer voice, he continues, "I could... Be your teddy bear. If you want-"

You don't need to think twice about your answer. "Yes. Please."

After some readjusting and moving things around you sit on the other side of Ryoma's bed. You look down at him. He glances up at you before leaning into your side and nuzzling you. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," you remind him.

He looks up at you, eyes determined. "I want this."

With that you gingerly wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. He's much warmer than you expected and it's kind of comforting. He scoots himself a bit closer so that his back is right up against you. Your heart flutters and you hold him even tighter. You bring your knees up and rest your chin atop his head. His short, orange hair is delightfully soft, albeit a bit tickly. You peek down at him. "Are you comfy?"

To your surprise, his eyes are already closed and he's got a wide smile on his face. "Mhm." He takes the arm around him and cuddles it, rubbing his cheek in your palm. He seems very content.

You smile and crane your neck to give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes shoot open at that and he rolls onto his back, making grabby motions with his hands. You chuckle and lean in again, this time sharing a kiss with him. He makes a happy noise as he gets back into snuggling position. The two of you chat for a bit, flirting and joking around. Despite having not been that tired before you both find yourselves growing steadily drowsier as time goes on. More and more yawns fill the gaps between talking. Ryoma's cat hops onto you and curls up, purring contentedly. He grins and comments she only does that with people she really likes. You feel honored.

It doesn't take long for sleep to overtake you both. Both Ryoma and yourself have a warm smile as you hold each other. The night passes by and you get the most comfortable rest you've ever gotten in your life. So does he. His cat seemed pretty comfy, too.

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[somberkitty04]

Chapter One

I sat in my room texting both Louis (L💋) and Haru (H🌹).

Haru and I became friends when I joined the gardening club two months ago and we were currently discussing my favorite topic...Louis.

H🌹:  Quit being so nervous, Keirena, you flirt with him all the time!

K: Haru, you know it's not the same. He always thought it was a joke! This is more than flirting, I'M ASKING HIM TO BE MY BOYFRIEND!!!

H🌹: Okay calm down. I'm reading your stress rite now. You need to think about something sexy to say to him. Try it on me. Pretend that I am Louis, Text me the hottest thing on you mind for him.

K: I'll  try

~~~~~25 minutes later~~~~~~

H🌹: None of them were very good tbh...

K: That's not helpful! Ok let me try again

bzzt bzzt.........

L💋: Hey what r u  doing rn?

K: I am texting you and a friend

L💋: Do you have any plans tonight??

K: no, why?

L💋: wanna come over to  watch a movie or 2?

K: yeah sure.

L💋: Ok be here at 6

K: ok

I hit the back arrow,  knowing exactly what I wanted to say and clicked on the top number, ready to have Haru read it.

K: I want to feel you pulsing inside me as you pound your entire dick into my pussy, making me scream your name. I want you to fuck me like I am the perfect doe for you and I want you to dominate me as we make endless love to each other. I want you to cum inside my pussy, my ass and my mouth. I want you to hurt me and make me a shakey, twitching mess and then I want you to do it again. I want you to leave hickies all over my body while I deep throat your length and I want you to give me bruises from gripping my hips and my legs as you demolish my kitten. I want you to grope me while I swallow you. I want you to be on top, bottom, and I will have you fuck me from behind. I will swallow every ounce of your juices when I blow you to heaven and tease your cock so I am covered in your delicious cum. I want to slam your dick in my pussy, bouncing in your lap and relishing in your sexy voice growling my name as you tease and suck on my flesh. I will rake my nails down your back when you pound me into submission and make me your sex slave. I will fuck you to heaven, hell, space and back. I will tease you and toy with your cock and fuck you in every way physically possible. I will drag you into the shower and take a bath with you inside me. I will lay down on the kitchen counter with my legs waiting for you when you get home. I will cook for you wearing nothing at all while you watch. I will dance for you and crawl all over you and wrap myself in your sexy arms as we fall asleep in each other's embrace.

I hit send and waited for her to respond

Bzzt bzzt......

I opened my phone up to my texts. But the number wasn't Haru, it was Louis. I thought he needed something else and  opened it.

L💋:😳😳😳

Huh? What is with the emojis?

Bzzt bzzt........

H🌹: Any new ideas?

My eyes widened in horror. I hit the back arrow and went to the texts with Louis.

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I TEXTED HIM THAT MESSAGE!

A/N: Alright, let me know what you think guys!

Love y’all!

Somber😾

Part 2

I sat on Haru’s bed, “What am I gonna do?!”

She looked at me and huffed.

“I think you have one of two options: you go to him tonight and just follow what your heart desires… or you could just avoid him.”

I look at her and blush, then my phone buzzes.

I turn it over and look at the screen. He texted me.

L💋: Do you want to watch Action, Comedy, or Romance?

K: why don’t you pick ok

L💋: alright

I look at Haru and stammer, “I guess he doesn’t care. Maybe he thinks it was for someone else.”

Haru raised her eyebrow, “ Are you going?”

“Yes, I am.”

Time skip

I stood at the door to Louis’ room and knocked twice. He opened the door and stepped aside to let me in.

I turned to face him after he closed the door, “Louis, I need to tell you something.”

He looked at me and I thought his eyes flickered to my lips. Probably just imagining it.

“Louis, I-I love you. I understand that you don’t feel the same way but I kind of just needed to tell you. That’s what the text was about, heh… I didn’t want you to think that I was—mmmph!”

He cut me off by smashing his lips to mine, and my heart practically stopped for a second before I kissed back.

He pulled away and gazed into my eyes, “Finally, You have no idea how much I wanted to do that.”

“W-wait, really?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. Can I make your wish come true?”

I blushed hard and kissed him again. He pulled me up and fell back towards his bed with his arms wrapped around my torso.

I slowly started to unbutton my shirt and he flipped us over so he was on top.

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck while our tongues slipped together, making me feel even more aroused.

He pulled his shirt off and I took my bra off as he tossed it on the floor.

He pulled my skirt down and palmed my heat, groaning in pleasure, “Keirena, I want you. I want to feel you and taste you.”

He kicked off his pants and boxers, standing erect and looking delicious. He slowly dragged my panties down and leaned in to smell my arousal before flicking my clit with his tongue.

I moaned loving the sensation and wriggled against him. He inserted two fingers and thrust them into me agonizingly slow.

“Oh! Louis, please let me have more- ah! Hnngh!”

He pulled out his fingers and looked at me, “Love, I am only getting you ready for me.”

He climbed up and lightly kissed me before slowly entering me. I gasp as I feel him stretch me out to accommodate his girth. I felt my hymen pop and I moaned .

He began to thrust and groaned into my neck. It feels so good. He pulled out to the tip and slammed back into me.

I moaned his name and he did it again hitting my gspot

“Right there, Louis, harder please!” I begged. He began to speed up hitting harder and harder, making me scream. “AH! OH! YES! YES!”

I moaned, “Louis, I’m g-gonna cum!”

He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Then cum for me.”

I screamed and clamped around his cock as waves of euphoria washed over me. He thrust into me a few more times before he stiffened and let his seed loose, painting the inside of my walls.

“You’re my mate now, babes.”

A/N~ heyy tell me what you think!

Love you my nasties!

Somber💋

[desirexwolf]

Night Before Christmas

Summary: Christmas had always been a quiet affair for the Parkers and when Peter met Tony Stark, he didn't think anything would change about that. Tony proves him wrong.

Word count: 2951

This is my entry for @irondadsecretsanta! I wrote this for the amazing @whumphoarder, happy holidays. <33

Winter had always been Peter's favorite time of the year. Ever since he could remember, December was the time of fairy lights, hot chocolate and May's burnt Christmas cookies. Ben would take Peter to pick out a Christmas tree and all three of them would decorate it afterwards. His uncle always picked Peter up to put the star on top even when Peter was already a teenager.

And then it was just May and Peter.

They spent their first Christmas after Ben's death in a diner down the street after May burnt the turkey, both of them silently wiping away tears. Neither of them really was in the Christmas spirit.

After that, May tried to give Peter a proper Christmas every year. The weeks leading up to the holidays she would take countless double shifts in the hospital to afford at least a Lego set for her nephew. It was different from what they were used to, but they made it work.

When Peter met Tony Stark, he didn't think anything would change about that.

But after the whole showdown with the vulture, the two of them got a lot closer than either of them originally anticipated. Peter regularly went to the compound for upgrades and after a while, he would spend whole weekends with Tony tinkering in his lab.

They didn't spend Christmas together, but they got each other presents and for New Year's Tony even invited him and May up to the compound.

Barely half a year later, Thanos invaded the earth. Then Titan happened.

When he woke up, five years had passed and Tony almost lost his life defeating Thanos. And now, December 23nd, he is sitting in the Stark's living room, surrounded by fairy lights in each corner of the room when a little thatch of brown hair comes rushing in and barreling into his legs.

"Petey!" Morgan climbs up on the spot next to him with a serious look on her face, skipping the greeting to focus on more serious matters. "Gerald needs a bell."

Peter grins. "Oh yeah and why is that?"

"Because someone's got a little bit too deep into the Christmas spirit while shopping," Tony calls. He enters the living room with a bag so huge he has to use both arms to carry it and drops it onto the dining table with a huff. "Isn't that right, Madam Secretary?"

Morgan just giggles.

Peter picks her up and walks over to Tony, sparing a glance into the overflowing shopping bag. "Jesus, how much did you buy?"

"Don't ask me, I just paid for the stuff. But someone else here was very convinced we could not celebrate Christmas without these," - Tony pulls out a box with obnoxiously white and pink Christmas balls - "very beautiful Hello Kitty decorations."

Morgan hides her face in Peter's neck with a mischievous smile and presses her cold nose against his skin. He wraps his left arm around her waist so he can look through the bag with the other hand, pushing through numerous fairy lights, candles and Christmas balls.

"Well, I don't see a bell," Tony quirks an eyebrow at him and Peter shrugs. "The Chef said Gerald needs a bell and I do agree. He does need a bell."

Tony scoffs. "You're supposed to agree with me here, you know?"

Peter just smiles while Morgan throws her arms around his neck in a strangling hug.

"Unbelievable, betrayed by my own blood. Savages, both of you." Tony says and wraps his arms around his daughter, pulling her away from Peter and tickling her sides.

Morgan squeals loudly and wiggles out of Tony's grasp. She slaps his hands away when he playfully jabs her side again. "Can I go look for Uncle Happy?"

"Sure you can. But don't talk him into Juice Pops before dinner, Mom sees everything, you know that!" Tony calls after her, but Morgan was already dashing out of the living room in search of her uncle.

Peter stifles a laugh and Tony turns to the teenager, clapping a hand down on his shoulder. "Yeah, laugh it up. Don't think I'm letting you off the hook, you'll help me unpack all of that."

Peter whines, but starts to take the decorations out off the shopping bag and throwing them onto the dining table. He's at his fourth packing of fairy lights when he speaks up. "Not to judge but, uh, where do you plan to put all of that?"

"The basement," Tony picks up a ginormous, fluffy elk with a Santa hat and examines it with a skeptical frown. "Pepper is going to have a fit when she sees all of that stuff, so let's pick up the pace, kiddo."

Peter grins, but keeps unpacking silently.

To be honest, Peter enjoys the overbearing Christmas spirit the Stark's have going on. And that does include all the unnecessary Christmas decorations, so he actually doesn't mind helping Tony unpack everything. Peter just hopes that May will think something similar when she joins them on Christmas Eve instead of finding it too overbearing. She was at a staff training in New Jersey over the weekend, which is why Happy had picked Peter up from school and brought him to the lake house to spend the days leading up to Christmas there.

"- Hey, kid, you listening to me?"

Peter jerks up, blinking at Tony. "Sorry, what? I- I didn't catch that."

"Yeah, I noticed," Tony smirks, but his smile is soft and his eyes held a fondness that was reserved only for his kids. "I asked how your Spanish exam went. You tired, kid?"

Now that Tony mentioned it, Peter realizes that he was tired. He had been generally exhausted for the past two weeks, but between finals and patrols he had paid that not a lot of thought. Now that he could relax, the ache in his bones became unpleasantly obvious.

"Worn out from finals, I guess." he admits sheepishly.

Tony nods and walks around the table to Peter. "Yeah, you look it." he mutters, running his flesh hand through the teenager's hair. Peter makes a sound of protest but it quickly dies down when he leans into the comforting touch. He reminds Tony of a kitten. "You wanna catch a quick nap before dinner? I got the rest of this. And

don't worry, I'll cover for you with Madam Secretary."

Peter chuckles quietly, feeling drained all of the sudden. "You sure?"

"100%. Now go before I change my mind." Tony says and gives Peter a gentle push towards the hallway before turning back to the dining table.

Peter just gives him a mock salute in return.

He can hear Morgans‘ enthusiastic chattering outside when he walks down the hallway to his room and closes the door behind him, blocking out the noise. He shuts the window for good measure as well and pulls the curtains closed before crawling under the covers. Peter falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

X

It’s already dark outside when Pepper comes home from work. Tony had thankfully managed to clear all evidence of their Christmas shopping, stuffing most of it into already overbearing corners in the hope that his wife wouldn’t notice that way.

Morgan had claimed the hideous elk they bought as hers though, dragging both Happy and the stuffed toy into the living room to play while Tony prepared dinner.

After hearing his wife greet Morgan and Happy in the room next door Pepper joins Tony in the kitchen, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Where are you hiding Peter?”

“In his room, catching up on sleep before dinner.”

Pepper hums and leans over her husband’s shoulder to peek into the cooking pot. Tony turns around, putting his hands on Peppers waist and gives her a kiss to greet her properly.

“You’re just trying to keep me away from your chili, aren’t you?” she grins up at him, wrapping her arms around Tony’s neck.

“Well, is it working? It’s the only thing I can cook, you know.”

Pepper just chuckles quietly before going in for another kiss.

Tony breaks the embrace first, picking up the wooden spoon from the counter and holding it out to his wife. “Don’t let the food scorch while I go and wake Peter.

He hands the spoon over to Pepper and sticks his head into the living room to tell Happy and Morgan that dinner’s almost ready before heading down the hallway to

Peter’s room.

Tony stops in front of the door and knocks. “Peter,” he calls out. “Dinner’s ready.”

When he doesn’t receive a response, Tony huffs and opens the door. Unsurprisingly, Peter’s room is immersed into darkness, lights shut off and the curtains drawn. It’s only from the faint light in the hallway that Tony can see the bed and Peter, completely hidden under his comforter.

Tony makes his way over to him and peels the blanket away from the heap that is Peter. Woken up from the sudden movement, the teenager blinks up at him owlishly. “Good morning, sunshine,” Tony says and sits down on the edge of the bed. “Dinner’s ready. You want to try and emerge from your cave?”

Peter groans. He sits up and rubs his eyes, curls falling loosely into his face. “I slept. Why am I still so tired?”

“Burden of being a teenager, huh?”

Peter just glares at him halfheartedly and Tony pats Peter’s calf through the blanket. “C’mon, chop chop. Dinner’s getting cold.”

With a sigh Peter moves to get up from the bed and Tony waits until he’s on his feet before leaving the room.

In the kitchen Pepper was already serving the food while Morgan’s sitting at the table. Morgan beams as Tony enters room and he blows a raspberry on her cheek while passing by her seat. She giggles, but is already distracted when Peter shuffles into the kitchen.

“Petey”, she cheers and Peter tries to smile. “You’re awake!”

If you can call it that, Tony thought. In the bright kitchen light the kid looks the worse for wear, two shades too pale and deep bags under his eyes. But even though the kid’s obviously exhausted, he still tries to keep up his banter with Morgan and sits down beside her.

Tony keeps up conversation with Pepper during dinner, she tells him that Happy had to leave before dinner because he was needed in town, but he can’t help glancing back at Peter every now and then. He’s barely touching his food and when everyone else is already finished, not even half of it is gone.

“Didn’t you like it?” Morgan wonders loudly, suspiciously eyeing Peter’s plate.

Before Peter can response, Tony chimes in. “Morguna, why don’t you go in the living room and pick out a movie we can watch,” he gets up and loops an arm around Morgan’s waist, picking her up. “That sound like a good idea?”

“Yeah!” she cheers and Tony presses a series of kisses onto her cheek before she runs into the living room.

Pepper had already begun to collect the dishes and Tony quickly jumps in to help her with dish washing. Peter now gets up as well, bringing the last bowl over to the sink before asking if he can help out.

“Oh no, sweetie, I’ve got it covered.” Pepper assures him with a smile.

Tony goes to ruffle Peter’s hair, but halts when he comes into contact with his skin. He runs his hand through the kid’s hair until he can cup the back of his head and holds Peter in place to put his lips onto his forehead.

Peter balks, but Tony doesn’t pay that any attention and instead moves back with a frown and replaces his lips with a palm to the cheek. “You’re warm.”

“What’s going on?” Pepper asks over the running water, turning her head over her shoulder.

“Kid’s coming down with something.”

“I’m not,” Peter protests, moving back so he’s out of Tony’s reach. “I’m just tired, okay? Finals were exhausting and- and patrols just take longer now because apparently no one got the memo that you don’t do crimes on Christmas and-”

“Woah kid, hey,” Tony interrupts Peter, putting his hands down on his shoulders. “It’s fine. Let’s just take it easy tonight. C’mon, we’re going to sit down on the couch, I’m sure Morgan needs help picking out a movie.”

He guides one hand down to the small of Peter’s back and steers him towards the living room, but not before throwing a subtle look over his shoulder to Pepper. She looks after Peter concerned before catching Tony’s eye and giving him a meaningful look.

Tony gets Peter settled on the couch and tellingly, Peter lets Tony manhandle him for the most part. He’s just opened out a blanket and places it over Peter when Pepper joins them and sprawls out on the seat next to Tony, pulling Morgan into her lap after she chose Nightmare Before Christmas for them to watch. Tony snorts at the irony of that.

Peter curls up onto the couch, rearranging the blanket until it covered most of Tony’s lap as well before putting his head on Tony’s shoulder. Tony moves his arm around Peter and runs his hand through Peter’s curls, discreetly pulling out his phone to check Peter’s temperature.

He rarely uses FRIDAY these days, but for occasions like this he still had her installed in the lake house. Tony didn’t need her to power the suit anymore, so she was more of a convenience than anything else.

Peter’s temperature sits around 99.8 and while that wasn’t exactly a fever, it was an elevated temperature. Tony frowns as he looks down at Peter, brushing hair away from his forehead.

“What?” Peter suddenly asks, almost slurring with tiredness, and looks up at Tony blearily.

“Hm?”

“I can feel you starring at me,” he mumbles quietly to not distract Morgan from her movie, closing his eyes again and cuddling into Tony’s chest. “S’creepy.”

Tony snorts in amusement and lowers his cheek onto Peter’s head. “Go to sleep, kiddo.”

“M’kay.”

Sometime during the movie Morgan had moved to lay on both Tony and Pepper’s laps, snoring quietly and outstretched like a starfish which, to be honest, was pretty impressive given the little space she had. Pepper was leaning against his metal arm, playing with Morgan’s hair in her lap while Peter was asleep on Tony’s chest

Tony was drifting off himself when Pepper leans in. “I’m going to bring Morgan upstairs and then go to bed,” she whispers. “You want me to wait for you?”

Tony glances at Peter, then shakes his head. “No, it’s okay.”

“Alright.”

Pepper gives Tony a goodnight kiss before lifting Morgan up into her arms. She stirs but doesn’t wake and Pepper carries her out of the room, giving him and Peter a

soft smile before closing the door behind her.

X

When Peter wakes up the next morning it’s to a splitting headache.

He opens his eyes with a low moan, blinking until his vision clears up and realizes that he’s, in fact, not in his bed. He’s sprawled out on the couch, curled up to Tony with his head on the man’s chest.

Tony’s still asleep so Peter tries to sit up without waking him, but as soon as he moves pain shoots through his head and he flinches, letting out an involuntary groan.

“Peter?” Tony asks groggily, propping himself up onto his elbow. But as soon as he sees Peter, grimacing in pain, he sits up abruptly and puts a hand on Peter’s back. “Hey, kid, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Headache.” he croaks out and Tony puts the back of his hand to Peter’s forehead.

“Shit. Friday, temperature.”

“102.4° Fahrenheit, boss.” the AI answers and Tony pats Peter’s shoulder in sympathy, the teenager whining quietly.

Tony gets up from the couch. “Sit tight, kid.”

He disappears into the kitchen and Peter falls back onto the couch, curling up around a pillow and squeezing his eyes shut.

He must have dosed off again because he startles at the sound of the curtains being pulled shut. When he opens his eyes again, the room his comfortably dark and he watches Tony sit back down on the couch holding pain killers and a glass of water.

“Here,” Tony hands both over to Peter. “How are you doing? You feel like eating?”

“Not really.”

Peter takes the painkillers and drinks about half the glass of water before he puts it down on the coffee table. Tony’s not taking his eyes off him, face set into a worried frown.

“C’mon, say it.” Peter sighs.

“Say what?”

“That you were right and told me that I was coming down with something beforehand”, Peter settles down against the back off the couch and Tony moves to sit beside him. “I’m ruining Christmas.”

Tony ducks his head to meet Peter’s eyes. “You’re not ruining anything, kiddo, okay? I’ll take care of you and you’ll be fine by tomorrow, just wait. We'll make it work, I promise.”

Tony puts an arm around Peter and pulls him back against his side. Peter cuddles up to him again, resting his head on Tony’s chest while he pulls the blanket back over Peter. “You just rest now. I’m not going anywhere.” At the end of the day, Peter is still sick on Christmas Eve. He's running a decent fever and Tony dotes on him like a mother hen, making him broth and massaging his scalp to try and ease the headache while Morgan brings him Juice Pops he can't eat because he's nauseous. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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[the-weeping-author]

Hate To Love Chapter 4

A/N: hi guys thanks for reading chapter 4 I hope y’all like the Steve interaction part 5 should be up some time within the next week or so or maybe sooner. Just keep an eye out.

Warnings: cussing, if you squint hard enough low key cheating.

Word count: 1,411

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @galactic-kitten-nonsense @linkispink1995 @theworldisugly-22 @harringtown @phoebethepheebs @spiritsent @gardeniasandwhiskey @lxvesickreality @bluebellbrooke @harrington-ofhawkins

Please enjoy 😊

I’d be lying if I said I did not want to go to Steve's party but somehow I let Barb and Nancy convince me to go. I was sitting in my mirror finishing my hair when I heard a knock on my door.

“Here we go Sara, it's just one party, what's the worst that could happen?”

I sighed, I stood up walking over to my mirror adjusting my leather jacket along with my denim skirt poofing my hair up some more. I slipped on my velvet black boots then walked out my bedroom.

“Alright mom how do i look?”

She looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at me.

“Oh Sara baby you look so good who are you trying to impress?”

I smiled at her shrugging.

“Oh no one, I just want to look good.”

“Well Sara you could wear sleep shorts and a tank top and you’d look good.”

I smiled at her messing with my curly black chestnut brown hair.

“So you think I'm overdressed?”

She quickly shook her head at me putting her book down.

“No honey that's not what i'm saying you just look like you're trying to impress someone that's all.”

I nodded walking out the door.

“Alright mom i'll see you later.”

“Okay honey just please don't have too much fun. I've lost will I can't lose you too.”

I nodded then shut the door then I walked to Barb's car.

“Holy shit look at byers you look bitchin’.”

I let out a loud laugh looking at myself then at her while Nancy got in the back seat.

“Bitchin’ is that a new word to your vocabulary barb?”

She smiled at me nodding,

“Definitely especially if you start dressing like this more i mean come on who are you dressing for girl?”

I scoffed looking at her. Why does everyone keep thinking I'm dressing up for someone? Cause I'm definitely not.

“No one barb I just wanted to look nice.”

“Nancy you're oddly silent for someone who drug us along with you.”

She shrugged then looked at us both.

“I'm just thinking about things with Steve and I.”

When she mentioned Steve my stomach twisted in a knot and I had no idea why.

“What do you mean nanc?”

Barb looked over at me smiling widely.

“Oh nothing, Sara just her and Steve have been talking but they aren't officially dating yet you know dumb highschool stuff.”

I nodded while that strange feeling came back, I stayed silent the rest of the car ride which luckily wasn't long.

Barb stopped us before we even got to the door.

“You guys, I have a bad feeling about this.”

I stopped walking, I turned towards barb and nancy.

��I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels that way, let's get out of here.”

Nancy grabbed both of our arms pulling us towards her.

“Wait guys no please just stay I don't wanna be here alone please just stay for me.”

I frowned looking at barb then back at Nancy the loud music entering my ears.

“I don't know Nancy, I mean Barb’s right maybe we all should just go home.”

“Oh come on Sara, I know it took alot for you to convince your mom to let you come out with everything going on plus it being a school night.”

I looked at Nancy then at barb, barb shook her head at me practically pleading me with her eyes to side with her.

I sighed looking at barbara.

“Im sorry barb but she has a point i didn't go through all this trouble just to not show up.”

She nodded then looked at her shoes.

“I know Sara, it's just I don't want them making fun of us like they use too.”

I smiled softly at her wrapping my arm around her.

“Hey no ones going to make fun of us, if they do I’ll beat them up just for you.”

She laughed at me, we all three made our way towards the front door. Nancy knocked, it only took someone a few minutes to open the door, my stomach did a cartwheel when I saw Steve's face.

Then carol along with tommy popped up from behind him, my face stiffened then steve and i made eye contact. He looked me up and down smiling.

“Hey.”

I smiled, sending him a friendly wave.

“Hi.”

Steve opened the door letting us in when he shut the door he led us to the back where the pool was, I turned to look at all of them.

“I didn't know you had a pool. If I did, I would have brought my bathing suit.”

Steve flashed me a smile which made me weak in the knees. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. He's Nancy's guy, she's a friend of mine and I was taught that friends don't do that to one another.”

Steve's eyes lingered on me for a moment when Carol got our attention.

“So steve here swears your sara byers, tommy and i disagree i mean there's no way you could have gone from not to hot.”

I smiled at her double handed compliment while I grabbed a beer from steve.

“So is it true?”

I took a long swig of the beer then I looked at Tommy then Carol then to Steve.

“To answer the hot topic, yes, yes I am Sara Byers.”

I saw Carol's eyes widen a bit while Tommy’s mouth hung open.”

“Holy shit you'd think they saw a ghost.”

Barb said while she nurtured her beer I smirked at her comment quickly taking another drink of my beer. About three beers later I was starting to let loose. Steve had been up Nancy's ass all night not that I cared it was just annoying.

“Harrington, where's your bathroom, I have to pee.”

He stood up walking over to me.

“Come on i'll show you.”

I stood up and followed him inside his house. When we got inside I saw Nancy talking to barb. I turned towards Steve to see him halfway up the stairs. I quickly followed him, my boots making noise letting him know I was behind him.

“You know sara you look great tonight.”

I looked up at him for more than just a second for the first time tonight.

“Thanks but you’re with Nancy and I can't do that to her.”

He nodded at me, showed me to the bathroom.

When I was about halfway into the bathroom I heard him call my name, when I turned around his lips were on mine. I quickly pushed him out of the bathroom shutting the door in his face.

“Oh my god Sara are you fucking stupid thats your freinds guy and you just kissed him.” I sighed, running my hand down my face.

I thought to myself running my hand over my face, After I used the bathroom I washed my hands, I kept replaying what just happened in my head. I was beyond aggravated. I kicked his sink then recollected myself opening the bathroom door going back outside.

For some reason I looked in Carol’s direction and she was smirking right at me, my stomach dropped, I knew I was in deep shit.

As the night went on Carol was silent, I knew what she was planning. The little bitch was going to tell Nancy what she thought she saw. Me kissing Steve not Steve kissing me.

The night went on like it would have. I was trashed barb had somehow cut her hand, I went inside to get stuff to clean it then boom she was gone, at this point I was over it.

Nancy left me, now barb just up and left me which meant I had to fucking walk home. So here I was walking home at midnight dressed like some Led Zeppelin groupie.

When I saw barb in a few hours she was dead. When I finally got home everyone was asleep but I knew I was going to hear it from my mother in the morning and if not her then definitely Johnathan.

After I got inside my house without being too loud I went straight to my room grabbing some clothes then heading to shower. The shower felt great the hot water washing away the sweat, thoughts and alcohol in my system.

After I got out I brushed my hair climbing in bed with my pjs quickly falling asleep. That night I dreamt of Steve harrington.

A/N: thanks for reading hopes y’all liked the serve interaction cause I don’t think the next one will be nice.. stuff hits the fan with Nancy and Sara so keeps look out.

[radiorenjun]

♣ Pairing: hybrid! Ten x human! Reader

♣ Warnings: Fluff, slight gore, comedy

♣ Summary: Everything was on the right track until you found a small black kitten shivering inside a cardboard box in the middle of a stormy evening.

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It was a day that weren't any different from the others. You go to school, study, tried not to fall asleep in the middle of class, and walk home with exhaustion filling your body.

Life was dull, yet simple. Your life was going on a right track, you were going to get your diploma soon and will be entering university. But everything changed on this faithful day.

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You were walking home from school, your hand clutching the handle of your umbrella to prevent it from flying away from the strong wind. Your hair flowed against the wind, slightly wet from the rain.

Your boots making small splashes on the small puddles, the road was busy with traffic, cars and motorcycles honking their horns obnoxiously and the water droplets that are rapidly falling from the sky made loud sounds as they hit the surface.

You sighed, looking around at your surroundings. You were standing infront of a warm coffee shop, bright aesthetic colours flashing through the windows and the smell of coffee assaulted your nostrils. You smiled at the sight, but your eyes squinted as you saw a cardboard box on the side of the door.

You slowly walked towards it, hesitantly leaning your body forwards to see the contents of the box. A small black cat was shrivelled up in the corner of the box, it was shaking and purring, longing for warmth. It's fur was damp, indicating that it had been walking in the rain not long ago. The small cat was hiding under a thin sheet of newspaper, trying to get some warmth.

You felt sympathy for the unfortunate creature. You looked around to see if anyone was looking for it, your sympathy turned into concern as you bit your lip in thought. "Fuck it" you muttered before picking up the cardboard box, scooping it in your arms as the other held the umbrella.

"It's alright, lil fella. I'll get you all warmed up" you cooed softly to the small creature, causing it to let out a soft meow. You quickly walked up to the pet store nearby your apartment to buy some supplies.

You had always wanted a pet, but you never had time to actually get one. I guess this was an opportunity you can't miss. "Y/N? Oh, what brings you here?" the shopkeeper, Mrs Kim, greeted with a kind smile.

"Hey Mrs Kim. I'm sorry for stopping by so late, but, I picked up a little fella on the way home" you chuckled as you lay the box on the cashier counter and leaned your umbrella to the hanger. "Oh, a black kitten! How cute. Do you want to offer it a home here or something?" she asked, opening the box and examining the cat.

"Actually, I'm here for supplies. I've been wanting a cat for some time," you laughed, looking around the shop and picking up a bag of cat food. "Wow. I have a pet store where you can get a cat yet you chose a cat you found on the streets? Talk about betrayal," the woman joked. "I'm sorry," you laughed along.

You picked up a collar and some other supplies before placing them on the counter. "Is that all?" she asked, raising her brow. "I guess so, expect me to come here more often. I have never done anything like this" you shrugged, scratching the top of your head in confusion.

"Clearly." she agreed, giving you a nod. "What's that suppose to mean? Aren't you suppose to promote your products and making me buy them by pointing at what I'm doing wrong like you usually do back when you gave me Spanish tuitions?" you chuckled as you handed her your money.

"I want you to learn your mistakes, kid. Plus, it's nice to have you around the shop more. It's like you're avoiding this place like the plague" she exclaimed exasperatedly as she stuffed the items in a tote bag. "Very typical of you, Mrs Kim" you chuckled as you pack up to leave.

"You can leave through the back, y/n. It'll be much closer to the elevator of your apartment so that security won't boss you around" Mrs Kim said, pointing at the door beside the counter. "Really?" you gaped, "thanks, Mrs Kim!" you waved at her before entering the door and hurried to the elevator.

Pressing on the button and closing the door, you peeked through the cracks of the cardboard box to see that the small cat was still shivering. You tapped your foot impatiently as the door opened, you ran til you reached your door, jabbing the key through the keyhole and entering.

Your parents were out of town for a few months for a business trip, leaving you home alone, which was a relief. You'd talk to them about the cat later. You quickly turned on the heater, spreading a towel on the small bed you bought for the cat and laying the small creature on it.

You placed a small warm cloth ontop and a small blanket to help it warm up. You let out a sound of relief once you see that the cat was no longer shivering but snuggling against the soft fabrics. You chuckled, rubbing your thumb gently on the cat's head before rushing to the kitchen and heating up some milk.

You placed the warm bowl of milk infront of the cat that was laying on the bed on your floor. You sat down close to it, leaning your head against your palm which was ontop of the seats of your sofa. You sighed contently as you watched the cat sipped it's milk, giving you glances with its beady eyes as it does so.

You grabbed the red collar in your hands and picked up the cat which gazed at you with dull eyes. You clipped on the blood red collar around it's neck, the gold bead hanging from the middle as you picked the cat up in the car with your palms. "Im gonna name you... Ten!" you exclaimed aloud before giving a small pause of thought.

It all happened so suddenly. One moment you were holding your new pet cat, the next moment a large bright black glow illuminated the dark room and your palms felt heavy. Soon, a large male around your age appeared in your arms.

Due to his heavy weight, you collapsed backwards. You fell onto your back, taking the boy down with you as you let out a sharp yelp of shock. He let out a grunt, his forearms on the sides of your head to support himself, trapping you in between his body. His face was only a few centimeters away from yours, you could feel his breath hitting your face.

His hair was jet black, eyes dull with boredom. He was wearing a black jacket with a white and black striped shirt inside. Your collar remained in his neck, clasping around it perfectly.

He face morphed into a scowl at you as you felt something tight on your neck. You look down to see a translucent chain connecting the two of you. A translucent collar laying over his neck loosely. Your eyes widened as you realised you had a translucent collar wrapped around your neck as well.

Soon, the feeling faded away and the collar and chains disappeared. The boy let out a loud, "tch" before getting up and sitting on the couch and wrapping himself in the comforts of your blankets. "H-Hey!" you exclaimed, still shocked.

"Isn't this just troublesome" he muttered, his tone obviously filled with annoyance. "What are you doing in my house? Who are you?" you exclaimed, standing up and glaring at the stranger.

He had a fit body, his collarbones were showing and he had an undercut. He looked astonishingly handsome, that's something you can't deny. But who was he? And why was he here, in your living room? Where's Ten?

You tried to push him out of your couch but he wouldn't budge, "this girl's violent" he mumbled as he continued to ignore my exclaims. I slipped on the ceramic tile while trying to push the handsome stranger off of my sofa but ended up falling flat on his lap.

"Tch. Clumsy" he spat, looking down at you with annoyance. You blushed as you quickly got up and grabbed him by his jacket and pulled as tightly as you can, he was taken aback at the action as he got up and stumbled on the floor.

"Get out!" you yelled angrily, your face flushed with embarrassment. "God, humans are such cruel creatures. Have she ever even seen a hybrid?" he complained as he sat on the floor with you trying to pull him by his leather jacket. "Shut up, you evil spirit!" you hissed before taking a pause.

"Wait... Hybrid?" you questioned, halting your actions. "Aren't hybrids supposed to show physical appearance of a specific animal? You look like a regular human to me" you exclaimed, raising a brow. "I'll talk more bout that later. Can you fetch me some tea or something?" he sighed, looking at the floor.

"I-I don't even know what to say" you stammered angrily. "Geez, no need to get angry. I'll leave when the sun goes down" he waved it off, huffing slightly. "For now, don't mention my name while I'm in my human form" he grumbled.

"I-I don't e-even know your name! I thought you're a regular cat so I named you 'Ten'" you exclaimed, letting go of his jacket and crossing you arms. As soon as you spoke the name you given him, a bright glow circled your necks as a magical white aura surrounded you.

A chain immediately connecting between your necks, your eyes widened at the majestic sight before it quickly faded away after an echoing sound of chains clashing against each other.

"You're so stupid," the boy huffed before you got up and grabbed him by the collar and shook him as hard as you could in panic while yelling out the words, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

"You complain too much" he smirked. "STOP MUTTERING NONESENSE AND TELL ME WHATS GOING ON" you screamed. "Explaining is such a pain" he whined as he seems unfazed by your aggressive shaking. "Well, the only thing I can tell you at the moment is..." he sighed, glancing down on the floor before looking up at you.

"I think we're gonna die before we could get along" he smiled wearily. Your eye twitched in annoyance before you clenched your jaw tightly, "I was thinking the same thing!" you spat.

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"A Rare Hybrid Species?" you asked as you vacuumed the floor. "How can I explain this?" he mumbled to himself as he munched on your left over cookies.

"My kind of hybrids are called the Abyss Hybrids. We live to protect our mates and our caretakers. As long as they are fed with affection, they will get energy to obey their mate's troubkesome orders" he explained while scratching his neck.

"We each have our own individual named but I ain't telling you mine" he grinned as he munched. "Shut up!" you exclaimed, "I don't get it but... Whatevr just happened, couldn't be the contract, right?" you asked with a shaking tone.

You didn't want to be bound for the rest of your existence with this annoying ungrateful thing. "It was a temporary contract, dont worry" he shrugged, dropping some cookies into his mouth. "As long as I don't receive any affection from you in the next 24 hours, it'll automatically get cancelled" he stated.

You sighed in relief, turning off the vacuum cleaner and putting it in the storage closet of your apartment. "Twenty-Four hours, Huh?" you hummed before picking Ten up, who is in his cat form, and placing him on the door of your apartment.

"Til then, you could hurry and wander wherever you want" you smiled. Closing the door and walking away, suddenly, you felt a strong tug against your neck. A translucent chain going through your door, as you opened it again you saw the cat looking at you with disappointment. "That's what I was gonna tell you next, til then, we can only be a certain distance apart" he squeaked.

"You gotta be shitting me!" you groaned. "Do I have to be with this idiot for 24 hours?" he mumbled with an exhausted sigh. "Same goes for you!" you tugged on the chain that connected you two and pulled his sleeping figure inside.

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You walked out to meet your friends after a while later. "A hybrid? Really?" your friend, Cheonsa, asked in disbelief as she raised a brow at the cat you were holding. "Sure, y/n" she chuckled.

"Why isn't Haneul here?! She's always the one talking bout these things!" you whined, looking around at your big group of friends. As you looked at the window of a shop, a dark silhouette reflected on the glass as it did a flip from a lamp post and landed infront of you.

"Come one, come all!" a magician appeared before you in pink and white clothing. "Oh cool! A street performance!" Cheonsa exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. "These things are lame, let's just go" Kai sighed, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he turned to walk away.

The magician howled with laughter as he pulled Kai back, making Kai look at him uncomfortably. "No one ignores me" the magician laughed before stabbing Kai in the shoulder without hesitation.

The people around us screamed, running for their lives as they reached the gate. The magician flipped to hang under a pole clapping happily to themselves. "You know what's rarer than a magician? A hybrid!" they laughed.

"A hybrid? You're a hybrid?!" you gasped, as the rest of my friends surrounded Kai to check if he's okay. "Indeed I am, and I heard you picked one up yesterday, did you not?" they smiled maliciously, sending shivers down your spine.

"Are you... His friend?" you gulped, looking at him with hesitation. "A FRIEND?? I despise that black cat! Oh where is he?" they growled. "Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul! Come out, come out, wherever you are! Oh Chittaphon!" they yelled.

Chittaphon? Is that his real name? Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul?

"Oh well, I'll just have to kill to attract his attention" they chuckled, pulling out a blade and aiming it towards you. You froze in fear, unable to move to prevent the hit. As they charged at you, you embraced yourself as you shut your eyes tightly.

"You're so troublesome" a familiar voice growled before the sound of a blade piercing skin entered your eardrums. You jerked your eyes wide open to see that Ten was infront of you and had taken the hit, the blade was pierced through his chest as blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and is now oozing out of the wound from his chest.

"Run. There's not much I can do right now with my lack of strength, I can hold them back for a while" he coughed, using his bare hand to grip the sharp blade and pulled it out of his chest before applying pressure to the wound, coughing up blood in the process.

You furrowed your brows in determination, you couldn't just leave him here. Someone needs to save the day, and that isn't your. Nor him. It's the both of you.

You got up to your feet and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, fighting back your embarrassment. The contact made the chains reappear, though it had a more opaque colour, black. The collar was gone, instead the chains were attached to your necks. You could feel the skin at the nape of your neck touching a cold metal.

"You're so troublesome, you're making my life harder" Ten chuckled at you, rubbing the spot you kissed before his eyes glowed a bright black. You watch him lick his lips before engaging in combat, you watched in awe as he fought, winning with ease with his new-found strength.

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After knowing Ten for about a few months, and turning into his mate in the process, you both had no choice but to cooperate and try to get along. After the whole incident, fortunately, every eyewitness' memories had been erased and Kai went to the hospital thinking he got into a car crash which was peculiar.

Ten? He's living with you now. Munching to his hearts content, watching TV and even sleeping in the same bed as you do. You two were getting along pretty well and his negative attitude developed into a sweet and kind one.

It was as if he was a whole new person. Though, in all the time you knew bout him, the worst thing about having a hybrid as a mate was his hormones. And unfortunately for you, you had to deal with them.

"Y/N" he mumbled, snaking his arms around you tightly as you both lay on the sofa watching some anime. "What?" you asked, as you popped in some popcorn into your mouth. "Y/n" he whined, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

"What's wrong?" you groaned, trying to enjoy the movie. His arms tighten around you and you felt him inhale rapidly, sniffing your scent. Suddenly, you felt his tongue flat on your neck, licking up a stripe. You squeaked, trying to pull away from him but his grip was too tight.

He continued, unfazed by your reaction, licking stripes up your neck with a slight smile. "Ten, stop" you whined, pushing at his chest when you finally realise what's going on. "You smell so good" he purred against your neck, gazing into your eyes.

He bit his lip as his eyes glanced up and down at your frame. "Y/n" he whined as he started grinding his hips against yours, "Ten, no, let me enjoy my movie" you grumbled, your cheeks were starting to get hot.

"Please?" he whined, stretching out the 'e' childishly as he grinded against you harder, his hands grabbing at your wrists. "Chittaphon-" you warned, looking at the TV and avoiding Ten's eyes. He smiled down at you with lust obvious in his pupils. "I told you not to call me that, especially when I'm in heat" he grinned.

"You asked for it"

Sweet lord baby Jesus have mercy on me and forgive me for my sins OH gawd.

[lunsfanatic]

The Last Titan

Final Space AU/GaryCato

Chapter II

The Galaxy 1 was quiet, the SAMES keep making repairs while Gary was more than happy for finally had someone to talk and play cards without the burning situation , he was enjoying himself so much .

-You're a great player, regardless of your arms and shackles being cuff on ... and your lack of sense of humor ... - Avocato blinked a little, not knowing how to react , he had never laugh out loud and if he didn’t know this man already , he would have already hit him and escape.

-So you're a cat ... -

-Ventrexian -

-Yes, of course, listen, I am very sorry about your arm and I understand that you are in a kind of ultra-secret mission, destroying things and ... people -He was thinking, looking at the cards in his hand , well nobody was perfect and certainly he wasn’t in the position to judge him when he had his hands dirty- But if you don't play I'm going to shoot you, buddy , I also don't know why you don't want to play, you're very good, for someone who is captive -He smiled as he showed his cards to the little green ball who giggled innocently while floating around the table ...

-You have no idea what you have here, right? This little ball of boogers will cause our destruction , it is a planet destroyer and ... -Gary interrupted him getting up from his place to sit next to him - What's the matter ?

-Now listen here buddy, Mooncake is a sweet little ball of love, that saved our lives, an adorable faces hugger from space ! you are just a rude and grumpy cat , should it be expected, my neighbor's cat was always breaking my jars and scratched my back when I tried to save those pigeons also loved to lick itself, I hope you behave for the sake of children in this ship ... -

- I'm not a ...! ¿ Children? - Well, he didn't expect the blond to be a single father too

-Well, yes, Mooncake and according to what HUE explained to me, KVN counts as a child ... a very annoying one ... -

-You are very strange Gary Goodspeed -His tone was somewhat softer than normal , the blond took him from the cheeks and gave them a soft squeeze, making him hiss a little, Gary smiled....

-And you are adorable Mr. whiskers - he mocked him while dodging the bites of the Ventrexian , looked at him for a few seconds and got up

-Are you going to leave me here like this? - He claimed as Gary was leaving the dining room

-Well considering that you tried to kill me and take my green child away, I should give you to the infinity guard, but I think they are idiots so you're lucky

- You are not going to give me up? - But he was already gone

- "For some reason Gary thinks it’s not necessary to surrender yourself to the authorities, after half an hour of pleading from that fool boy ,I agreed " -

-Well, how easy it is to manipulate you AI-

- "Do not underestimate me , the only reason is because Gary asked me, there is no way you can escape by yourself, you are at a clear disadvantage " -

-Yes ... you have a point ... I must warn you, everything I've said about Mooncake is true, the Lord commander is looking for him and won't rest until he finds it ... -

- “I know, but Gary is a hollow headed man with a big heart and that will not stop him, he will continue to see the little ball as an innocent companion…. Oh! It seems that he’s done ”-Avocato just looked at the ceiling confused, heard the door open, a robot entered with a bowl in his arms , wobbly, sparkling with electricity .

-Hey Hank! Gary said that you have to deliver the food to the gigantic kitten and oooh!- KVN entered so flaying so fast that it knocked down Hank, causing Avocato to end up wet and smell of soup, he growled, if he wasn't tied he would have dodged it.

-Well everything is ready , we will free you and ... What happened to you? -

- Oh nothing, just that the stupid robot decided to give me a hot bath! - he shout with closed eyes , trying to protect them from the liquid that as dripping from his head, the he heard hurried steps , growled instinctively, one click, another click, a pair of hands helped him to get up,They walked , walked, Mooncake floated over his head, he felt little bites...?

-Mooncake, don't do that, it's very rude to eat leftovers from someone's head-

-This is so humiliating-

-I know bro, but it is not your fault, I am sure that if you were not injured, you would have already kicked off our heads , it would be super amazing -

-Choookity! -

-I know, it 's crazy, but possible, right HUE? -

- "No Gary " -

-Forget it, everyone is against me, the captain is offended, very, very offended - his tone was so dramatic, Avocato found it funny, smiling with a peaceful mask-Forgetting the offense, HUE Is the bath ready? - There was a sudden silence, he felt like the Ventrexian arched his back and ...

-You know.... I understand, you're a cat, you hate water but ... Was violence necessary? The scratches bring dark memories of my childhood ... my collection-He whispered in a theatrical manner while the wounds were treated, Avocato had not reacted in the best way to the word "bath"

-I'm sorry buddy , but this situation is very uncomfortable for me too, Ventrexians love privacy and our personal space and you have invaded it a lot today - He crossed his legs while passing the alcohol to the man

-It's a shame, I wanted to have a manly sleepover, luckily my intuition is super sharp and prepare a room for you!, ouch ... it's close to mine , well not enough to annoy you, but in case you need something you can visit me ... ah! Mooncake, where did you get that? - he interrupted offended when he saw his little friend with his mouth full of cookies

-Chookity dookity -

- DID HUE GIVE IT TO YOU? The betrayal brother, you have just fallen before the chocolaty charms of the terrible HUE, you have just committed high...treason!-

-Chookity pak! -He shouted in a worried tone as Gary walked away taking exaggerated steps

-Don’t! Now I can only trust in Avocato, I bet he wouldn't eat my cookies , if you'll excuse me, I'm going to cry in the kitchen-

-Well, he does have problems - He chuckled as the the little green ball got closer to his wristband , like a puppy looking to be pet-I must admit that is cute... I mean!...you are cute-He corrected only to see the face of confusion that Mooncake was giving him- Well I'll see how he is-

- "ALERT, SCANNER NOT AUTHORIZED DETECTED " - He heard a scream, a hit and metal falling to the ground, running ,thinking of an accident or the blond on the floor, there he was, using KVN as a hammer tearing apart an object that was too familiar

-Terk- whispered with anger

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-So, liquefy me -

-Yes-

-Isn't it a bit drastic? -

-Nothing is too drastic for Lord commander- he explained as he took the blond’s hand, they had been walking for about 10 minutes and Gary had already got lost 3 times

-You should try this street meat Avocato, it's delicious - He offered as he was carrying more of his souvenirs , he looked like a kid enjoying a day at the amusement park

-Save that, we almost arrived, and here the humans are not very welcome, so keep up the plan! -

-Of course, human servant activated, now say Ah! -

-What.hmpf ?! -The blond had put a piece of meat in his mouth, saying it was part of his service, the cat man rolled his eyes, but did not protest, Gary was not so bad, just a little awkward , it seemed he was having fun and Avocato liked that, for some reason -Well here it is, whatever you do, don't touch anything, this guy is a cheater - the human only nodded with mouth full of goodies as they entered the suspicious place

-Ah, Avocato, what brings you to my humble store of cachivaches? -

-Let aside the bullshit Clarence , we came here for papers-

-Well, always so violent, you know that those documents are not cheap- Without hesitation Avocato pointed him with a gun that he took from his pocket

-Let me remind you the day that i saved your life, if I want I can give you to that alien and collect the reward while I see how they destroy this place apart-Gary was shocked at the attitude of the his friend , saw the fear and sweat on the face of that strange little man, decided to analyze the room looking for some distraction , there, on the desk , saw something that moved his chest

-Avo ... My lord , if I may, I suggest you to not waste your expensive bullets on this subject, I’m sure he won’t make that mistake again...- At first he thought it was a rare joke on the humans part, but seeing his expression felt ... guilt , something he had not felt for a long time , at least for threatening the life of someone outside him.

-What the specimen you have here Avocato, I thought that Lord commander had you punished, a very decorative primate ... -he began to prick his stomach in a mocking way- A little off line, but nothing you can’t fix-he began to analyze in a way too invasive, Gary is more than uncomfortable , even the feline was upset

-Hey dude, take your hands off me, I just saved your life-

- Insolent, speaking without permission, I will touch you as many times i want disgusting primate- The following action of the stupid man made Avocato explode, he did not know how or why, but that store was very much in ruins, the little man was terrified , with trembling hands he give up the requested merchandise, documents,fake ones, and a disguise, they left without looking back, Gary was surprised, he didn’t expect that kind of reaction of the bounty hunter , they walked a little until they reached a dark alley.

-Are you alright ? -

-Yes, well, my dignity is affected, but nothing I can't overcome ... I want to get out of here as soon as possible-He started to put the weird costume

-I understand, let me help you with that- He extended the disguise, a bluish and loose skin, the blond felt disgusted, but this was important , he wanted adventures after all, he slipped inside and tried to digest the situation in the best way possible

-How I look?-

-Hmm, I would give you a two-

- Only a two?!, I could bleach my hair, use extensions, some blush ... -Avocato looked at him amused, while Gary was still listing beauty treatments, rolled his eyes with humor as they left the alley, there he was, Terk, without doubt Avocato jumped over him.

- What the hell are you doing? You're an asshole- The mercenary shaked his body intentionally throwing the Ventrexian down a railing , Gary panicked and threw himself on the troubled pair.

-Avocato! - Scream when he fell into the void, he watched as his partner tried to reach for him before he fell in a strange metal tub and lose sight of him.

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After the fight with Terk he wanted to go and look for Gary, but now everything had changed, he was so close, he could not miss this opportunity, his son was there, he didn’t think about the consequences, seen the little one there took his breath away, words of regret exploded from his mouth, desperate , he felt his nails surrender to the thick glass, saw his son scream in silence as he was shot to the ceiling , of course it was a trap.

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-There is no deal Avocato , your son will stay here until you finish the job or until the job ends you- he felt a force hit his body, knocking him down easily , he tried to break free and ...

-There you are !, this day has been horrible, except for street meat, but this place is disgusting, I just destroyed a family and ... -

-Ah, you must be The Gary- the scary little man whispered as he analyzed the blond man

-Eh ... only Gary if it’s not much to ask and if you are so kind to release my friend here, we ... street meat attack! - without warning he threw a piece of meat to the maniac's face causing him to get distracted and release Avocato - Let's go ! - He pushed him out , but they didn't get far, something made him float back

-Gary! -

-Oh, Gary, you're not very bright, are you ? Didn’t your parents teach you not to trust a mercenary? - the pressure on his body was painful as he was getting close to the creep

-No, but they taught me not to abandon a friend-

-Ha! friends? Avocato was betraying you , turning you and E3 51 up -The man mock him as Avocato reach for Gary

- Lies! , we are friends, right? - His two-colored eyes pierced the feline's soul, he felt guilt again

-I'm so sorry ... - he saw something die in Gary’s eyes -I was just trying to save my son-

-Your son? -

-Ugh..I don't have time for this, let's play a puzzle, okay? First we separated the pieces - his tone was slow and malicious , his eyes shine as the blond began to scream in pain, then his arm was rip of, he grunts, scream as leaning on Avocato, he looked terrified, blood splashed on the face of the tyrant , blinded him for a moment, the feline tried to calm his partner, he was very shaked off by the shock, he noticed something in his eyes, they were flashing energy , he helped Gary up and seal his wound, but his condition didn’t change

-Gary you have to control yourself buddy! We have to get out of here-The man didn’t listen, he turned his head to look directly at the bloody little man, his eyes expelled energy, flashes shot out making the walls explode -Gary! - he shook him once more, the blond closed his eyes and he fell unconscious, the ventrexian took advantage of the confusion and escaped with the man in his arms.

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-And then Gary will die ... - A woman spoke while arranging some furniture, the ship looked like crap, as if a hurricane had swept away all the way down, the beautiful brunette sat down, lit a stopwatch and let it run ...

- “Why are you warning us? According to your statistics, this is or will end in tragedy, there is no hope "-

-I tried every possibility, every possible alternative ending, I've come back thousands of times, I found the multiverse , all I have left is to change this as much as I can, in this case, talking to you is one of those options-

- “What would change with you telling me this? ”-

-That you will be prepared, The Galaxy 1 is destroyed no matter what, Gary saves your conscience but you suffer some complications, you need to prepare yourself, if you manage to save the crew , you would delay certain events , so I would have the advantage i need to give them a chance-

- "You are aware that these actions would create an alternate universe?, yours will not change at all " -The woman just looked down analyzing her watch, a few more seconds

-I know, this is not the first alternate universe that was created , mine was already left behind ... I have to go, see you soon Mooncake- She patted the head of the green ball while preparing to leave - Oh! AND HUE-

- “Yes? ... Nigthfall ”-The woman looked at KVN as it smashed a bunch of cookies watching the show

-You should give KVN a chance, they might be surprised- Without more to say she disappeared into a ray of light

-Choookity- Mooncake said with a tone of amazement

-I know, it was scary, but I think the lady likes me, it's nice I like her,what do you think HUE? -

- "We should not talk about this with Gary" -They remained silent for a few seconds

-HUE , respond!-

- "Guys... " -

-HUE, we need you to come here buddy, Gary is not well-

-"I'm on my way"-

Back on the ship everything was tense, Gary had reacted very badly to the loss of his arm, it was very difficult to convince him to keep calm, his mind was blocked , the AI ​​suspected that there was more than just the physical loss , even the Ventrexian seemed restless , but there was no time to lose, the operation was easy, but it had to be done quickly

- "Gary, we can replace your arm , but we need you to stay calm, you're safe with us, right Avocato? -

- Yes, I will do the procedure myself, is the less I can do, you saved my life - he took his shoulder to give him courage, the blond squeezed his flying friend while he swallowed his nerves, nodded as he lay on the stretcher . The process was somewhat annoying, but Avocato was being very cautious, he almost felt no pain, he stare at him while he thought the following words

-I knew that we would be the best super friends since I saw you - Avocato looked at him confused but he continued- Yes , when I saw you floating while we were fighting to death outside the ship, with a rain of killer meteors in the background, I said “Oh yes, this guy, is the indicated ”-

-Gary, I don’t want you to have your hopes up, I am a mercenary, a bounty hunter , death is my job and I have had a single goal for the last 3 years, I will not let anything get in the way of my mission, save my son-

-Well, you know I like that about you, you are so direct and sincere, I wish you told me before, i certainly would helped even if my brain exploded,if that helped-He said it with such sincerity that Avocato couldn’t d avoid doubting him

-But ... you don't even know me, why would you do something like that for a stranger? -

- You're not a stranger, you really can learn a lot about a person while playing cards also hear me out, there’s a theory that by spending and surviving traumatic events reinforces friendships and KVN stay away from me ! I AM AT AN ULTRASENTIMENTAL MOMENT , don't ruin it-

-Very good Gary, I'll go play in your room with Mooncake- he could only see the horror face that adorned the alien, but he could do nothing but look-I hate that piece of tin -

-It doesn't seem so bad-

-Oh believe me is the worst ... returning to the topic and cutting off the talk since I lost my inspiration -he look him in the eye as taking him by the hand, the feline just froze -I promise that we will save your son, now that will also be my mission-

-What do you want? -

-That you get your son back -

-You must want something, it is a very dangerous mision and I have nothing to give in return ... -The blond teased rolling his eyes, accommodated his new arm as he stood up holding his hands

-This, cato, this is enough ... and a round of cards from time to time would not be bad- The Ventrexian smiled, grabbing his other hand while swearing his friendship and promising protection for both, Gary and Mooncake .

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-Lord Commander, we brought your prisoner-

-Ecxelent, you can leave... So, any idea what your father was thinking ? He almost killed us, he warned me that this would be dangerous, but I never believed that Gary had such skills , maybe i should raise the price of your rescue -

-Yes, well I have no idea what you're talking about, you have the power of killing me from boredom-Said Little Cato as rolling his eyes with indifference

- Ah, I see that these years have been very soft with you, your level of insolence increases every day, but I didn't bring you here to kill you, I brought you here for this ... -The little man turned on a screen with a photograph in the center, the little one looked terrified

-That's…-

-Oh yes, it was not easy to find them, you ventrexians are so jealous with you lives , but although this Ventrexian is interesting, it is not what I am looking for , its what he’s caring in his arms- pointed to the image while looking at the eyes of the little fella

-And what do you need me for? -

-Oh well, you know that I still appreciate your father, it would be a shame to have to kill him, after all he has been very useful to me these years, I have a message that I want you to deliver -

-He'll know it's a trap-

- I just want you to send these coordinates, he can pick you up there-

-What? - He was defensive, incredulous to what he had just heard , the little man rolled his eyes

-I thought you were smarter, I'm going to free you, I don't see the point in keeping you apart , after all the universe is about to disappear under the grip of my hand, a little compassion wouldn't hurt me -

-What are you planning?-

- Hey, it's an adult theme, kids like you don't have to intrude, just do what I tell you-

-And if I refuse ?-The dictator smiled sideways, his eyes shone as the room darkened , the little ventrexian was lifted from the ground, he felt his neck tighten and his body tensed before energy shocks him out

-Oh little fool, I don't need your permission, you're just a pawn on my board and now it 's my turn to move the pieces-

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 13)

"Fucking Mr. Baker"

In the bedroom, Luna's head is still buzzing. She pops a Xanax and downs a whole bottle of water. She hands both to Colson, he does the same. "What time's your flight?" She asks. Peeling off her suit.

"8A" He replies, shorts dropping.

She eyeballs his dick. He's hard and its huge. Making Luna salivate. "Fuck. So you'll get there, what 1p? I thought you were getting her in the morning."

"That is my morning, Kitten." He sees her staring at him intently.

"True." She says rubbing her eyes. His dick is still there when she opens them. Trails are still coming hard in random spurts and she can't tell if his dick is growing bigger or if it's just her mind. She doesn't realize how hard she's staring at it until he speaks.

"You wanna do something about it?" He asks.

"What?"

"You're staring at my dick like you have a test on it." He says laughing.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she looks up at him, asking "Wanna see if I can pass, Mr. Baker? While grabbing his thigh and pulling him close to her. With his dick dangling in her face, she puts both hands on his ass cheeks while she soaks his balls and base of his cock.

Colson leans his head back groaning as her mouth glides up his cock to the tip. "You're a bad girl, Luna Smith."

"Mmmmhhmm" she hums as she puts as much of him as she can fit into her mouth. Using one hand to move and twist the parts she can't reach. Her other hand squeezes, digging her nails into his bare ass cheeks as she sucks his dick hard and long.

"Let me fuck you." He requests, breathing heavily.

Releasing him from her mouth. She looks up "Do whatever you want, Bunny."

With that he pushes her back and flips her over, onto the bed. She moans, propping herself up on her elbows while dropping her lower back, wiggling her ass up high for him. She yelps as he slaps it hard. Before entering her, he grabs her by both bare hips and licks her pussy from front to back. Pulling her close and sucking hard.

"MMMMMM... Fucking Peaches." He thinks slurping up her juices."

He feels her body twitching against his face. Letting go off her pussy. He bites the tattoo on her right ass cheek. She giggles and tries to climb away but he pulls her back. "Where do you think you're going?" He taunts her as he slides his dick slowly inside of her. She moans as she shifts, rocking her hips, helping him adjust his girth. Once he's fully in he takes long, deep stokes into her tight pussy. She starts pushing harder into his strokes, breath flittering, as she begins to ride his cock from behind.

"God Damn, there she goes again!" He thinks fully enjoying her enthusiasm.

With that slides his hand around her throat, pulling her ear to his mouth. "You like taking this dick don't you, you little whore." He huskily breathes into her.

"Holy fucking shit balls of hell!!!" Her mind throwing out the most random things whenever he talks her this way.

"OH YES, Mr. Baker!" She exclaims slamming her ass hard against his hips, shoving him deeper inside of her. "Who's whore am I?" She begs.

"Mine. You're fucking MINE. And I'm cuming ALL inside of you!!" He groans as she bucks against him, making him explode inside of her. As his dick throbs, her pussy walls tighten. Riding his dick, she comes hard with his words. Luna opens her thighs wide, slowly using her elbows to slide she body down on to the bed. Colson lays against her naked back. Still inside of her. Both are silent with pleasure.

"I love how she lets me lay inside of her." He thinks contently. She smells like summer he notices as he breathes her in.

After a few moments he kisses the middle of her back before he slides out of her, making her whine. She rolls over on her back and looks up at him. "I fucking love you." She says tiredly.

"I fucking love you." He replies. Offering his hand and a towel. She stands up, pulling his face down towards hers for a sensual kiss before they clean themselves off and climb into bed.

As she lays her head on his chest, she asks if he has an alarm set. He does, he tells her wrappping his arm around her. Their legs tangle together. The Xanax has kicked in. Both being tired and satisfied they easily drift off to sleep.

Luna's worry still lives, whispering to her in the back of her tired mind. "Fuck. I hope she likes me...."

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"FUCK, I hate mornings." Colson thinks shutting his alarm off. "Damn, she's knocked." Looking at Luna, he notices the alarm hadn't bothered her at all. "Let's keep it that way." He kisses her forehead before wiggling out of bed trying not to wake her. It doesn't work.

"Mmmm..." She moans once she feels him moving "Where are you going?" She asks without opening her eyes.

"Gotta get Cas, remember?"

"Mhm. Do you want me to get up with you?" She asks, eyes still closed.

He kisses her head. "No Bunny, sleep. Call me when you wake up." He kisses her again "I love you."

"Mmm. Love you too. Text me when you land, please."

"Of course." He kisses her head again. She burrows into the bed as Colson heads to the bathroom to shower.

In the shower Colson jerks off, recalling all the different ways he's fucked Luna in the last 3 days. He cums quickly and finishes up in the shower. Once out he can feel his hangover lifting.

"Such a good remedy" He laughs to himself.

He makes his way quietly out of the bathroom and gets dressed. He already has a bag packed but is throwing in a couple loose ends when he sees Luna's barely covered naked body out of the corner of his eye. She's peacefully sleeping.

"FUCK, she's gorgeous." He thinks, refraining from kissing her before he walks out of the room, not wanting to disturb her. He makes sure the door is tightly closed behind him.

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In the uber to the hanger, Colson can't stop thinking about Luna. He pulls his phone out while walking to the plane, wanting to Snap her when he realizes they're not friends.

"We'll be fixing THAT." He flips through his gallery before choosing a pic and texting it to her saying 'Miss u. ❤ u 😽.'

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Luna wakes up to an empty bed. Touching where Colson should be, she vaguely remembers a conversation with him this morning. She grabs her phone to check the time and sees she has a text from Colson.

"It's not even noon yet, there's no way he's landed already. She thinks opening his text. It's the first selfie they ever took together, telling her, he misses and loves her. "He's so sweet" she thinks before looking closely at the picture "We look so FUCKED up and serious. Why??? " She asks herself, laughing out loud before calling Colson.

It rings but he doesn't answer. She lays there for a second before getting up and throwing on a pair of black boy shorts and a black tank top. She makes her way downstairs. Only Pete is in the kitchen, at the table. She grabs a cup of coffee before joining him. "Morning" she greets him sitting down.

"Morning." He says, looking worse for wear. Luna begins to roll a joint hoping it will subside her own ailments.

She sparks it, taking in a long smooth drag. It makes her heady. After hitting it a few more times, she passes it to Pete.

"What are you doing today, Loons?" He asks, exhaling.

"Besides a shower, I'm not sure. I may hit HFC, pay some respects. Tool around downtown with my camera." She shrugs. "What about you?" She asks. Taking the joint and hitting it.

"Headed home. Gotta start preparing for next week's show."

"Hm. That sucks. It was nice hanging with you these last couple days tho." She says leaning her head against his shoulder. He leans the side of his face on top of her head. "Be safe."

He lifts it back up. "Yeeeahh....And it was." He says. "When you headed home?"

"I don't know." She says lifting her head too. "I sold the apartment." Hitting the joint again before passing it.

"REALLY?" He turns, looking at her, a little shocked as he takes it.

"Yeah." She sighs, shrugging.

They don't say much more. They've been friends long enough that they don't need to. They pass the joint back and forth, both of their minds drifting to Justin.

As she takes a last hit, she tries not to cough. "When you leaving?"

"My uber should be here in like 20 mins."

"Shit, well gimme a hug because I'm gonna boogie too." She says standing up.

They embrace. A nice, solid, comforting friend hug. She squeezes him. "Love ya, Petey."

He squeezes her back and pecks her on top of the head. "Love ya too, Loons." They let go of each other. As she begins to walk away, he grabs her hand. "Im really happy for you and Kells."

They smile at each other. "Thank you. You know what that means to me." She smiles at her friend "See you soon." She squeezes his hand and he nods. She turns and heads upstairs, ordering her own uber on the way up.

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Once landing in Cleveland, Colson heads directly to Emma and Casie's house.

"DADDY!!!" She exclaims, jumping on him and greeting him with a huge hug. She kisses him right on the cheek.

"How are you, Pumpkin?" He asks her, laughing.

"I'm gooood. What are we gonna do?" She asks excitedly.

Laughing again, he sets her down "I don't know yet, I wanna talk to Mommy real quick. Where is she?"

"In the kitchen."

"Cool, go grab your bag." He tickles her as she runs off giggling.

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Colson walks into the kitchen, finding Emma by the stove. She looks up. "Hey Em." He says pecking her on the cheek before sitting down at the island. "Gotta sec?"

"Sure."

"I met someone."

"I'm glad we've never been the bullshitting type." He thinks cutting right into it.

"Reeeeally?" She looks up from the vegetables she's sauteeing, intrigued. They haven't had this conversation on his behalf before. "Good for you." She smiles at him. "What's she like?"

His face lights up "She's really great. She's a photographer and an artist too. She's really smart, down to earth and sweet. I'm in love with her Em, and I want Cas to meet her."

"Ok." Emma nods in agreeance. "I'd like to meet her first, if you don't mind." Protective over her daughter and aware of Colson's lifestyle.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that. I was gonna stay at my house tonight. If I can get her out here tomorrow, you think your mom'll watch Cas so we can all go to lunch?"

"I don't see why not" She shrugs. "So, around this time? She asks looking at the clock.

"Let me hit her up." He says standing up. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he notices he has a missed call from Luna. He hits call back while walking out of the room.

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Emma goes back to her vegetables, Colson has never brought a girl home before. It has her wondering about this her.

"Crap, I meant to ask him her name." She thinks to herself.

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Luna had gone back to Ashley's, no one was there so she showered quickly and hopped another uber. She's now roaming around the Hollywood Forever Cemetery with her camera in a flowing floral dress, flannel, chunky jewelry and basic docs.

"I love how beautiful it is here." She thinks while taking a few shots as she wanders.

There's a few personal graves she lingers by, having a private chat. Then placing a flower at each one. A singular flower for a handful of hearts. Trading one for the other she has brought with her.

Strolling through, letting her hands graze headstones, her ringing phone breaks her random thoughts.

"Hello."

"Hey, Kitten."

"Hi Bunny, how was your flight?"

"Not bad, sorry I missed your call."

"No worries, what's up? Everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's great.

"But.....?" She asks.

He chuckles appreciating her bluntness. "How do you feel about flying out here to have lunch with Casi's mom, Emma tomorrow. She wants to meet you before Cas does." Luna's silent. "If it's too much..." Colson starts.

"No, no, no..." She interrupts. "I was just thinking I'd rather fly this evening, then try to pull some crazy early shit like you did this morning. I can just stay in a hotel and be fresh instead of airplane jumbled. You know what I mean."

"You don't have to stay in a hotel, you can stay with me."

"Isn't Cas coming home with you?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I love you, but you're an idiot." She laughs.

"So, you'll really come? He asks excitedly.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? It's important."

"I love you, Luna."

I love you too, you fucking nut ball." She laughs shaking her head. They agree that she'll book her flight but that he can book her room, since he knows Cleveland better than she does. They talk a bit longer.

"Alright." She finishes "I'll hit you up later. Love you too." She says hanging up. She had really went rogue while on the phone, wandering far into the cemetery. She finds a mausoleum and plunks down in its shade to book her flight.

As it hits her, she sighs deeply, trying not to be intimated by the scenario. She's only dated Justin seriously and they had been together since they were kids. "All in, Loons. Either way, he's fucking worth it." She thinks to herself. Knowing so as she smiles, from her racing heart and skin tingling at the simple thought of Colson.

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To be continued.....

[musicanddancingthroughlife]

Silent -- Shklance

This is a little late, but I’m going through crises right now. Not gonna subject you to my complaining, but also desperate to talk tbh XD Anyway, I’ve been working on this for a couple of days and I’m still not content with how it turned out, but I spent the last hour writing it while on the phone with my sister talking about Issues, so I’m cutting myself some slack. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy it!

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“Shhh,” Keith glared at Shiro as he entered the room.

“What happened?”

“He fell asleep.” Now Shiro glared at Keith. “Okay, okay. Sorry. I just hate seeing him so worked up. I guess Iverson was being a dick today. Singled Lance out pretty good. I came home and found him cuddling up to Blue and all but crying his eyes out. Poor baby.” Keith shot a sympathetic look down at Lance, fingers slipping through Lance’s hair again.

           “And he fell asleep?”

           “Cried himself out.”

           Shiro sighed, “I’m going to order some food, what do you think he’ll want?” He turned away, set to work on undressing and preparing for his shower.

           Keith bit his lip, then looked up at Shiro through his lashes. “Probably Chinese.” Shiro looked at him sharply, “That bad?” Keith nodded. “It was rough, Shiro. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him like that.”

           Shiro blew out a breath. “Shit, okay. Has he said anything at all?” At Keith’s quiet “no”, Shiro cursed again. “Okay, I’ll call in the order, and then I’ll shower real quick. You okay there? Need anything right now?” Keith shook his head, “Okay, I’ll be right back, all right, hot shot?” Shiro was relieved to see the nickname at least pulled out a kind of half-smirk from Keith, but the second he looked back down at Lance’s sleeping from, it slipped away.

           Then again, Shiro mused to himself as he went through the actions of washing himself, Lance was the light in their home. They could always count on him to be his bright, happy, vibrant self, and though sometimes they’d had to talk to him and let him know that it was okay to have bad days, Lance rarely allowed himself to do so. Instead, he was a firm believer in the idea that it was always better to be happy and to look on the bright side, rather than dwell on the negatives. Hence, the most often happy and cheerful boy they know and love.

           And it made Shiro sad to know that on those days when Lance was having a less than stellar day, he usually tried to hide it. The fact that he apparently came straight home, stripped down to his boxers and some loose sleep pants, and then cuddled up to his cat, not even bothering to hide his tears, meant that today had to have been something else. The last time they had seen Lance so despondent, they had gotten the news that his grandmother had recently passed away, and he might not be able to make the funeral. Thankfully, they worked it out so he could attend, but neither Keith nor Shiro had been able to get that day out of their heads completely.

           Shiro wished he could show Lance that he didn’t have to hide his true emotions, whether they be happy or sad, but all he could really do was be there for him. And that, Shiro determined, now toweling himself dry and changing into soft sweats, When he re-entered their bedroom, he was pleased to see that Lance had woken up and was now cuddling into Keith, Blue a warm presence on his bare feet.

           “Hey, kitten. You doing okay?” Lance offered a tremulous smile, opened his mouth as if to reply, but then it snapped shut. Tears welled in his eyes. Before they could fall, Keith hushed him. “Shh, shh, come on now, love, we’re gonna take care of you. C’mon.” Keith scooped Lance up into his arms, and for a moment, it looked as though Lance were going to argue, but then he settled down.

           Keith headed out to the living room, cradling Lance gently to his chest, and Shiro swiped Lance’s favorite blanket off of their bed before following close behind. At the couch, Keith and Shiro carefully swapped, Shiro settling himself down on the couch, comfortably reclined, Lance settled on his lap. He looked uncertainly between Shiro and Keith, even making a move to leave Shiro’s lap when they heard a knock on the door. But Keith went to grab their food and Shiro tugged Lance back, “Sweetheart, kitten, shhhh just sit. Let me hold you, ya?” Lance gingerly leaned back on Shiro, but he still looked unsure. Shiro chuckled, moved to nuzzle at the underside of Lance’s jaw. “It’s okay, sweetheart, we’ll take care of you, I promise.”

           Keith came back with their food and Shiro allowed Lance to sit up only long enough for them to eat and clean up, and when Lance moved to try and clean up after them (which, Shiro now realized, is what Lance actually did for them most days), he tugged Lance back again, his grip unrelenting even as Lance resisted, though he still refused to say a word. They weren’t too concerned, though. Sometimes Lance just got like this, quiet and sad. And if his day was really as bad as Keith said it was, Shiro wasn’t really that surprised he preferred to be silent right now. And that was the last thing Keith and Shiro would be bothered about. Lance was there for them on their bad days. They would be there for him.

           After a moment of hesitation, Lance curled himself up into a tighter ball, turning into Shiro’s chest and nosing his way even closer, seeking out the warmth and comfort. Shiro let him be for a moment, rubbing his hands up and down Lance’s back. Every so often, he pressed a little harder on a knot he found, prompting Lance to relax. When Keith rejoined them, Shiro propped Lance back up, ignoring Lance’s whine and attempt to burrow back into Shiro’s chest. Keith stepped forward, knelt in front of them. While Shiro took on the task of holding Lance still, Keith wrapped the blanket tightly around Lance.

           Lance’s eyes sprung open as his arms were trapped against his sides, wiggling a bit as he tried to free himself. Finding no give, he turned the most adorable pout up at Shiro, his beautiful brown eyes so wide and pleading. Shiro could feel himself wavering, but that’s why he was so thankful he had Keith, too.

           Keith chuckled, ran his fingers through Lance’s hair and eased Lance back against Shiro, urging him to relax again. Lance squirmed for another minute, but finally seemed to resign himself to being trapped with them for the night, and he let out a sigh as he let his eyes flutter shut again. Keith gave Shiro a satisfied look, which Shiro lazily returned, and then Keith leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Lance’s hair. He retrieved the TV remote, and then seated himself next to Shiro. He queued up the next episode of their show, and then pulled Lance’s feet into his lap. Lance’s eyes were content slits as he peeked at Keith, who was now rubbing at Lance’s feet, warming his bare feet with his warm hands. Shiro started up again with his back, gently kneading with one hand, and running the fingers on his other hand through his hair.

           After a few minutes, Lance had all but melted into a puddle in Shiro’s lap, letting out pleasured sighs and murmurs every few minutes, and the boys felt a wave of triumph rush through them.

           Lance still wasn’t talking, but he was accepting their love and comfort. He was contentedly sitting with them, not even trying to hide himself away from them as he all too often does.

           That was okay, though.

           They would be there for Lance until he was ready to talk.

[borathae]

↳ Index [#07 Baby It’s Cold Outside ]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Hoseok x f.Reader

Genre: Smut (my yoonseok obsessed ass is quaking)

Warnings: switch!Reader, switch!Yoongi, dom!Hoseok, hot tub sex, fingering, mention of hand fetish, oral (f. recieving), dirty talk, masturbation, rough sex, use of nicknames, cum eating, snowballing, slight mxm, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, marking, slight overstimulation?, praising 

Wordcount: 5.8k 

The fireplace had managed to warm the mansion and the floor heating had also added to the overall comfy atmosphere. You sigh once you enter the warmth of your home, shedding yourself of your thick coat and slipping into fuzzy slippers to warm your aching feet.

“If you would excuse me, my body screams for a warm shower”, Namjoon says throwing his hat onto the drawer in the hallway before storming off into his room. 

“Don’t use up all of the warm water!” Taehyung calls after him, helping Seokjin get out of his coat. He hangs it up for the older man, hanging his own coat right next to his before ridding himself of his scarf and hat.

“Jimin are you in the mood for a hot bath?” Jungkook ask, pointing at his’ and Jimins bedroom door. The older one nods, before following him with a big smirk on his features.

“If we all go our different ways now, I’ll be in my room too. I need to warm my feet, they hurt so much”, you tell the remaining guys before turning around and walking to your room as well.

You decide to go for a hot shower, so your limbs would defrost again. You rid yourself of your clothes, eyeing your red hands and feet. They looked as painful as they felt. You should have put on your fuzzy socks for today. You muster yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, something you always do when you are naked. It was a weird habit you had gotten a few years back. At first it had come hand in hand with hating your body, but ever since you had met your boyfriends the hatred had stopped. They showed you how beautiful you were, no matter what the scale tells you. You smile, you really did owe them a lot. A cold breeze brings you back to reality, you shiver, goose bumps appearing all over your body. “Ah shit it’s cold”, you whine wrapping your own arms around your chest so you would feel warmer. Are the others also feeling cold still? Maybe you could go and ask them if someone wanted to join you in the shower. You really craved some human touch all of a sudden. It can’t hurt to at least ask them, you think to yourself already wrapping your bathrobe around your body.

You shuffle to the railing to look down at the living room. Seokjin was lying on the fur rug, with his feet stretched into the direction of the fire and a Nintendo Switch in his hands. The soft music of Mario Kart was echoing through the otherwise silent room. You walk down, now curious if he was winning or not before sitting down next to him.

“I hope you are winning Jinnie”, you say startling him. His body jerks up, a startled sound leaving his lips. He presses the pause button in reflex before averting his big eyes to you.

“You startled me”, he gasps, leaning onto his elbows, “But yes I am in fact winning”, he says smiling proudly, “Wait why are you only wearing a bathrobe”, he asks one he notices your current state.

“Uhm, I wanted to ask you something, but now that I see that you are busy it seems rather silly”, you tell him, feeling shy all of a sudden. You get up from your sitting position, Seokjin following after you.

“No Y/N tell me, what’s so important”, he urges you on, gently cupping your face in his hand.

“I just wanted to ask if someone wants to join me in the shower”, you confess, feeling yourself grow hot as soon as the words had left your lips. Seokjins lips twitch up into a smirk, his eyes turning dark.

“As tempting as you offer sounds, I really need to finish this round. I can unlock the rainbow track if I win this round and I really want to have the rainbow track”, he tells you, looking guilty. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah it’s okay it was a stupid idea”, you say, turning around to walk to your room again.

“But Yoongi and Hoseok are currently in the hot tub outside. I don’t think they would mind some company”, he tells you making you stop in your tracks. You turn around smirking. “Have fun I guess”, he chuckles once he gets a look at your hungry eyes. He falls down onto the rug once again and soon you are able to hear the music of Mario Kart again.

“I will”, you say, more to yourself than to Seokjin, before slipping out of the back door.

It is cold outside, the bare parts of your body protesting against being exposed to the freezing air. You shiver, breathing out loudly, looking at the white cloud leaving your lips. The faint light of the hot tub, which was located a few steps down the balcony kept you motivated to keep going. You walk slowly, trying not to slip at the newly fallen snow with your arms wrapped around your torso. Soon you can hear the low voice of Yoongi talking, you can’t quite make it out what he is saying but it makes Hoseok chuckle.

“-no listen don’t laugh, I actually mean it, I really do believe that- oh, hey Y/N”, he says, stopping in his words once he sees your figure hovering over the two of them.

“Hi guys uhm”, you start, your eyes instantly wandering over their undressed bodies. The water does little to hide the fact that both of them were naked and you have to swallow. The scene of this morning suddenly comes into your mind again, making you feel hot. “Do you mind if I join you?” you ask them, already taking the belt of your bathrobe between your hands. They look at each other for a moment, obviously surprised because of your proposal before finally nodding.

“Sure jump right in”, Hoseok encourages you. At his consent you let your robe fall to the snowy ground. It is cold, but their big eyes and open mouths are worth all the trouble.

“Wow”, leaves both of their lips. They are stunned, it must have been nearly two months since the both of them last saw you naked and seeing you stand in front of them like Mother Nature had created you nearly made them loose their minds. You smirk, basking in their hungry stares before the cold finally gets too much to bear. You rush into the hot tub, sighing once the hot water hits your frozen body.

“Jesus Christ I regret my little act, I nearly froze to death”, you complain making both of them laugh.

“I quite enjoyed it”, Hoseok says looking at your still exposed collarbones. You smile, suddenly feeling shy. “Don’t be shy kitten you are beautiful”, he tells you, making a blush appear on your face.

“Thank you Hobi”, you smile, stroking a strand of hair which had fallen into your face behind your ear. “I really liked today by the way. It was so much fun”, you say, ignoring the way the both seemed closer to you than the first had been.

“I liked it too, especially the wine”, Yoongi answers you trying his hardest to look into your eyes instead of your naked chest.

“Yeah the wine was nice”, you say, swallowing down the nervousness which had started to build in your chest. You knew they are just waiting for you to mess up and show your true intention. They were watching you like two predators watching their prey. Despite the dim light you are able to make out the dark looks on both of their faces and if it hadn’t been for the hot water you are sure you would be shivering. “Uhm, so have I ever told you the story about when I nearly broke my nose whilst going ice skating with Hayley?” you ask. You had panicked, trying to drag out the inevitable as long as possible. You wanted them, judging by the way you are rubbing your thighs together, but still teasing them seemed like fun to you.

They look confused for a second, looking at each other with big eyes. Hoseok shrugs his shoulder, signaling Yoongi that he knows just as little as him about what your plan is right now.

“No you didn’t go on and tell us”, Hoseok urges you on, scooting closer to you. He is only a mere arms length away from being able to touch you.

“So it all began when I wore ice skates that were far too small for my feet. Because of it my feet hurt like a lot”, you begin. They are so close now it nearly drives you crazy. “and because of it I suddenly lost my balan-“, you choke on the last word, once you feel Yoongis fingers touch your thigh. It is gentle and you are sure you would believe that you are imagining it if it weren’t for the smirk on Yoongis face.

“Go on kitten continue your story, we want to know what happens next”, Hoseok urges you on, before his fingers finally touch you. He is rougher than Yoongi, massaging the flesh of your thigh between his fingers making you open your legs in reflex. He chuckles watching every of your reaction before averting his eyes to Yoongi. “Can you see how eager she already is”, he chuckles, moving his hand closer to where you wanted him the most.

“Go on babygirl keep talking and maybe you get what you want most”, Yoongi tells you tracing his fingers up and down your inner thigh. You try your best to keep your eyes opened before taking a deep breath.

“I-I lost my balance and then I-I fell and I- oh, fuck Hoseok”, you stutter out, choking on the last word, once the tips of his fingers touch your aching core. It really has been ages, you think to yourself feeling slightly embarrassed about how wet you already are from their mere gentle touches. “I fell and then I-“, you try again, but to no use, your mind is too clouded to think straight. He is touching you, rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Hoseok”, you whimper, before finally giving in to their touches. You close your eyes, letting your head fall to your side to rest on Hoseoks shoulder.

Yoongi seizes the opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing every inch of your sensitive skin. They are cold at first, making goose bumps appear on your skin, but soon his hot breath warms the both of you.

“You taste so sweet babygirl”, he growls, biting down on your skin making you gasp. “I bet your pussy tastes even sweeter”, he adds, stroking his fingers through your folds. Your breath hitches in your throat and you open your legs even further, urging him on to finally dig into you. The touch of Hoseoks fingers becomes rougher making you moan. But still you wanted more, you wanted to feel both of their fingers, wanted to feel full.

“Please Yoongi fuck me with your fingers”, you manage to get out before your breath catches in your throat again. Yoongi had sucked the skin right underneath your ear, chuckling loudly once he hears your pleading words. He gives into your begs, pushing his middle finger into you at an agonizing pace.

“Fuck she’s already so wet for us”, he growls, curling his finger making you gasp. “And so tight”, he adds before finally starting to fuck you. He is fast, soon adding another finger stretching you out painfully good.

“You like that babygirl?” he says, curling his fingers nearly making you choke. He knows where to touch you to make you lose your mind, grazing the tips of his fingers over your deepest spots with every snap of his wrist.

“I do”, you manage to say, clawing at their thighs for support. You are sure that it will leave marks on their perfect skin, but you couldn’t care less. You needed to hold on or else you would have gone spiraling into oblivion.

“She close Hoseok”, Yoongi tells the other man, before latching onto your neck once again.

“Go on kitten, cum on our fingers”, Hoseoks whispers adding pressure to his touch. You can already feel the beginning of your high, you just needed one last straw “You are such a little slut for our fingers aren’t you”, he growls, pressing down right when Yoongi curls his fingers inside you. You are going to break. “I know they are your favorites”, he chuckles, finishing you off. Sparks of pleasure start shooting through every vein of your body, making you shake. You want to scream, but as much as you try you just can’t. They have rendered you speechless. They never stop moving guiding you through your high.

“Don’t get to comfortable kitten, we are not finished with you”, Hoseok says, still rubbing your clit despite your whining. You are sensitive from the first orgasm and it hurts and still you don’t want him to end. You grab his arm even tighter, spreading your legs in an attempt to urge him on. “Cute. Look at her wanting more”, he chuckles pressing down once more before definitely removing them from your core. You whine, you wanted to be touched again. “Go on sit on my cock like the good little slut you are”, he orders you pointing at his solid hard dick. You are already on your way to get comfortable on his lap, before a big hand tightly grabs your wrist and pulls you back onto the stone seat.

“I think it’s my turn now”, Yoongi growls pulling you closer to his body, so his chest was rubbing at the side of your arm.

“What makes you think that mhm?” Hoseok growls with knitted eyebrows. He wanted you now and waiting seemed like a mighty stupid thing to do.

“Do I have to remind you of this morning mhm Hoseokie? When you walked in on me and her without the smallest sign of regret on your face”, Yoongi spits tightening his grip around your wrist. You swallow, he looks dangerous with his black bangs hanging into his dark eyes and you are sure that if he had fangs he would snarl them.

Hoseok stays strong in spite of the angry stare of the older man. You look at him, he looked just as dangerous as Yoongi does, except that you can already see his mask fall from his face.

“Fine, you win. Make her cum good hyung”, he sighs before leaning back into his seat. Yoongi lets out a hum of approval before grabbing your chin between his fingers making you look at him.

“Eyes on me babygirl, I’m the boss now”, he says making you nod in obedience. He smirks, happy about your submissiveness. “Now be a good girl and get on my cock”, he orders you.

You follow crawling onto his lap and resting your legs on each side of his thighs. His eyes are starring between your bodies, watching you take every inch of his thick cock. You whimper, the stretch burns at first, but once you have taken everything of him you feel yourself slowly grow accustomed to it. Suddenly Yoongi grabs your hips, pressing down hard and you are sure that it is going to leave bruises. He has lost his patience fucking into you with such a relentless pace that you fall forwards at first clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to find balance again.

“That’s it hyung make her scream”, Hoseok pants wrapping his big hand around his hard cock. He watches the both of you; the way Yoongis dick disappears inside of you and makes you moan out every time he hits the deepest spots inside of you. He starts jerking himself off, struggling to keep his eyes open from the pleasure he is inflicting on himself.

“You like my cock babygirl?” Yoongi grunts angling your hips, so he knows that he would hit your g-spot with every thrust. New pleasure explodes through your body like electricity and you moan out nodding violently against his shoulder. “Look at me when I’m talking with you”, Yoongi warns stilting his movements for a moment. Your head shoots up in an instance. You look at him with big pleading eyes, silently begging him to keep moving again. He bites his lips smirking, before beginning to move at an awful slow pace. It’s torture for you, he grazes your deepest spot with every thrust of his hips but it’s far too gentle for you to actually feel something.

“Yoongi please go faster again”, you whine, clenching your core as an attempt to urge him on. His composure falls for a split second, letting you see the real reason why he was moving so slow all of a sudden. He is far more into it than you had imagined him to be. Despite wanting to reach your own high, your mind suddenly gets clouded with one though only. Make Yoongi loose his all so precious composure. You clench once again and Yoongi opens and closes his mouth, wanting to warn you but fighting with the urge to moan. His fingers on your hips loosen and you seize the opportunity to slam down on his cock as fast as possible.

“Fuck”, Yoongi chokes out and his mask has truly and utterly disappeared. You smirk, grabbing his shoulder tightly before moving your hips up so only his tips was still buried inside of you. He looks at you with a warning stare, a last attempt to keep his composure and then you slam yourself down again. He has lost, hot pleasure shoots right through his body and all he can do right now is close his eyes and throw his head back.

The image of your boyfriend so freely enjoying the movements of your hips, only urges you on. You dig your nails into his shoulder earning a groan from him. Your thighs are burning from all of the movement, but you couldn’t care less. He looks far too good right now for you to stop; with his pink lips between his teeth to stop the moans threatening to escape and his eyes closed shut.

“Show me how much you like it Yoongi”, you pant, feeling confident all of a sudden. He peels his eyelids open, his eyes clouded over by lust. “You are so good to me”, he moans, bringing his right hand to his head to clutch at his hair. He is going to cum any second now. You feel too good, he just can’t take it for much longer.  An especially hard movement of your hips makes him slide down the slippery stone seat. Sudden hot pleasure shoots through your body surprising you. The new angel of his body, has lead to his pubic bone rubbing against your swollen clit with every movement of your hips. You fall forwards, too stunned by the sudden pleasure to keep moving. Your head falls right onto Yoongis shoulder a quiet whimper leaving your lips. It makes Yoongis mind clear and the next time he opens his eyes, they are dark once again. He grabs at your hips, using your new position to press you closer to his body before slamming his cock up into you.

“You made me loose my composure for a second babygirl”, he pants, digging his nails into your skin. It hurts, but you knew it was punishment for your disobedience, “but I found it again”, he growls slamming you down on his dick whilst thrusting up into you at the same time making you scream out. “Now I’m going to show you how to make someone cum”, he finishes, bathing in the way his name falls from your lips with every thrust of his hips. You are so close; you can already feel yourself start shaking.

“Yoo-Yoongi”, you stutter, wrapping your arms around his neck. You needed to hold him, everything was getting too much for you to handle. His dick is thrusting into you with such an intensity it makes your head spin. Soon you can feel your abdominal muscles tighten.

“I love seeing you lose yourself on hyungs cock like this kitten”, Hoseok says. He sounds breathless, his voice clouded with lust. “Come on show me how beautiful you look when you cum”, he adds and with one last thrust of Yoongis hips, the hot pleasure shoots straight through you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you scream clawing at Yoongis shoulders because of the intensity of your orgasm. Your endless screams and pulsating walls bring Yoongi over the edge as well. He throws his head back, closing his eyes before finally letting go.

You are panting, still holding onto Yoongis neck with your eyes closed tightly. He kisses your cheek, rubbing the tip of his nose against your soft skin.

“You did amazing babygirl”, he praises, drawing circles all over your back. You hum, giggling tiredly. The warmth of your body soon becomes less making you painfully realise that your upper body was exposed to the cold winter air. You shiver, wanting to climb down from Yoongis lap, but your legs felt like jelly. He notices the way your body shakes, soon helping you down back into the warm water.

You sigh, it feels hot on your frozen skin, just how you needed it right now. You can feel Hoseoks hand come to rest on your thigh making you look at him. He looks hungry, starring at you with lustful eyes.

“It’s my turn now kitten”, he tells you, making you shake your head. He looks at you confused. “Are you okay? Did I do something?” he asks, suddenly concerned.

“No I’m okay, I just don’t want to sit outside again. It was so cold”, you whine, still shivering slightly.

“Oh I understand. It’s okay kitten, if you want we could go into the sauna. We have actually already turned it on for later”, he suggests, nodding into the direction of the small wooden hut. The lights were on, giving it a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

“I would love that”, you tell him, making him smile. He doesn’t let time get to waste, hooking his arms underneath your legs before standing up and hoisting you up. You squeal, you are completely exposed to cold right now.

“Just hold on angel, we are nearly there”, he assures you, walking the few steps to the sauna before slipping through the door, which Yoongi is holding open for you.

It is warm inside, making you forget about the cold to which you had been exposed to just mere seconds ago. He lays you down gently, holding your head with hands, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself on the hard wood. He watches you, hovering over you with a lustful gaze and soon you feel yourself grow shy.

“Move babygirl", you can hear Yoongis voice from behind you and you crane your neck trying to get a glimpse of his face. He is sitting next to you, smirking down at you and you feel yourself lift your head in reflex. He scoots closer, helping you lie down your head comfortably on his thigh, combing his fingers through your wet locks. “So beautiful”, he whispers, making you blush.

Suddenly you feel fingers trace over the inside of your thighs, making your eyes snap down your body. Hoseok is kneeling between your legs, smirking up at you. He licks his lips, scooting closer to your core. You watch him, holding your breath in anticipation. He doesn't move at first, instead he just watches you with dark eyes. His fingers are the only touch of his. “I’ve been imagining this so many times I stopped counting", he says starring straight at your core. You can feel Yoongis cum slowly starting to drip out of you, making you clench your thighs together in an attempt to stop it. Strong hands stop you, ripping your legs open once again. “Don’t you fucking dare hide that cum filled pussy from me", Hoseok warns latching his lips onto your thigh before sucking hard. It stings, making you gasp. He flicks his tongue at the burning spot, soothing it with a gentle kiss before moving closer to your core. He is gentle, teasing even, his tongue leaving wet trails all over your left thigh before he moves on to your right thigh. He is so close, his breath tickling your already aching core. He looks at you again, smirking against your skin at the way you are withering underneath him.

“Hoseok please stop teasing", you whine, raking your fingers through his orange locks before pulling at them. He winces, his eyes falling close for a split second before they snap open again. He bites the side of your skin, making you groan in pain, your fingers instantly falling from his locks.

“Try and pull my hair again and see what will happen, kitten", he warns making you swallow.

“I'm sorry“, you apologize, not wanting to risk him stopping his touches all together.

“Good girl“, he smirks kissing your left thigh. His fingers are so close to your core all of a sudden. You can feel them, sense them coming closer with every suck of Hoseoks lips. Suddenly they touch you, making you throw your head back onto Yoongis thighs. They are gentle at first, stroking through your folds, collecting your juices. You want more and soon you start rocking your hips against his touch. He lets you, moving closer to your core with his mouth.

And then you can finally feel him. He kisses your clit at first, the tip of his tongue flicking over it for a split second. You gasp, craning your neck to look down at him again. He is still watching you, taking in every change of your facial expression with hungry eyes. He wants to see you lose yourself under his touch, wants to taste you like it was his last meal in his life. He sucks harder now, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. “Oh my god Hoseok", you moan, forcing your eyes to stay open with all your might. He moves further down, spreading your lips with his fingers. He stops, removing his head making you whine. He looks at you, admiring the mess Yoongi had created, swallowing hard at thought of being able to eat it all up. Right when you wanted to beg him to keep going, he latches onto you. His thumb presses onto your clit, rubbing circles and his mouth latches onto your pussy. He can taste you, sweet and addicting and he can taste Yoongi, salty and euphoriant. He wants it, wants everything. He moans, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure you are feeling. 

“Fuck I can taste everything", he grunts, coming up for air. You are completely lost already, only registering half of his words. You nod nonetheless, a reflex whenever Hoseok was talking with you during sex. He latches onto you once again, sucking harder before fucking you with his tongue as fast as possible. Your mind starts spinning, it gets all too much. His thumb works restlessly on your clit, stopping every time he feels you tighten around his tongue before starting all over again once you had relaxed again. You feel yourself grow hot, beads of sweat rolling down your chest.

“You are clenching so hard kitten, you want to cum?“ Hoseok growls, watching your face contort in pleasure. You nod, biting your lip to stop the needy whine from escaping your mouth. “Show me how much you want it“, he says adding pressure to the touch of his thumb. A new wave of pleasure shoots through your body. You arch your back grabbing onto Yoongi wrist, which he had rested next to your face.

“I want it so much Hoseok“, you stutter, looking at him with pleading eyes. His eyes grow dark, a smirk appearing in his lips. “Ple-ease make me-e cum“, you sob blinking away the tears which are threatening to spill. His smirk grows wider, the touch of his thumb getting rougher. You can feel it. The hot pleasure is building up in your stomach, you are clenching, already closing your eyes to ready yourself for the breach. You are getting hotter, Hoseok touch becomes unbearable. “That’s it ye-„, you start, choking on your words as soon as his touch disappears. You rip your eyes open, starring at him in utter shock. “No, no, no please Hoseok please don't do this to me", you sob, feeling your high fading with every ragged breath you take.

He licks his finger clean, chuckling deeply. He leans over your body, resting his hands on each side of your head. He kisses you, instantly sucking on your lower lip. He tastes like you and Yoongi making you moan. He seizes the opportunity to stick his tongue inside your mouth. You let him, not even trying to fight for dominance. You need him to kiss you, to sooth you from your stolen high. You are hungry, resting your hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer even further onto your mouth. You bite down on his lower lip making him groan and pull back. His pupils are dilated, making his eyes appear as if they were pitch black.

“My kittens hungry", he growls, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes, seeking comfort.

“I want to cum", whine not caring about how pathetic your voice sounds. He chuckles, cupping your cheek and you open your eyes. Despite the lust in his eyes there is love too, making you feel safe. “Please Hoseok fuck me", you beg biting your lips to add emphasize to your words.

“You are such a good little girl, I love hearing you beg", Hoseok says, moving his hand down between your bodies to grab his angry cock. He graces over his slit a few times, wincing at how sensitive he already feels before lining himself up with your entrance. He teases you, rubbing the head of his dick through your wet folds. Soon you are whining again, bucking your hips up in hope to be able to urge him inside of you. He stops you, grabbing your hip with a painful grip of his left hand.

“Stop moving kitten or I’ll fuck Yoongis tight little ass instead of your wet pussy“, he warns, making Yoongi moan behind you. Hoseoks eyes snap into his direction, watching Yoongis breath quicken, “I get a feeling that he would actually prefer that", he adds, pressing his cock against your entrance right at this moment making you gasp. He doesn’t move after that, the tip of his cock resting right inside of you driving you crazy. “Would you also prefer that Y/N?“ he asks, leaning down to whisper it into your ear.

“No“, you say, fighting the urge to snap your hips up and finally bury him deep inside of you.

“Tell me what you want kitten", Hoseok whispers biting down on the most sensitive area of your neck.

“You! I need you! Please fuck me already!“ you scream, finally having lost your patience. Hoseok chuckles, kissing the now aching spot on your neck.

“That’s what I like to hear", he growls and finally he grabs your hips. He slams into you, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. Your mouth falls open, high-pitches moans leaving your throat every time his dick slams into you. “You are so tight", he groans adding speed to his thrusts. You are reminded once again that he is a dancer; his hips have a rhythm of their own. Moving with so much force and preciseness it already makes you see starts behind your closed eyelids. You wrap your legs around his middle, pulling him even further into you, making him moan loudly for the first time this evening.

“You are making me go crazy“, he moans, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. The new angel allows him to go deeper and soon you scream out once he has finally found your g-spot.

“That's it Hoseok, fuck please don't stop", you cry out, moving your finger down to your neglected clit. He watches you pleasure yourself, loudly moaning your name. It drives him crazy, seeing you so desperate for relief.

“Go on kitten, I can feel you clench around, cum for me kitten. Let go I'm here to catch you", he urges you on. His words are all that you needed to hear, soon falling over the edge with a loud scream of his name. It is intense, so intense you find yourself wondering if it is ever going to stop. Wave after wave of hot pleasure shoots through your body, reducing you to nothing more than a shaking mess.

Hoseok follows soon after, burying his face in your neck and cumming with a choked moan. He spills inside of you, moaning your name over and over again like a mantra he needed to recite. Your forehead feels hot all of a sudden; something warm is threatening to spill into your eyes. You reckon it to be sweat, until Yoongis voice rings in your ears.

“Shit, I'm sorry babygirl I was aiming for my stomach. I didn't mean to hit your face“, he says, reaching out to wipe his cum off your face. Hoseok stops him grabbing his wrist and pushing him away. He puts his own finger onto your face, coating his digits in Yoongis cum. Once he is satisfied with the result, he presses them against your closed lips urging you to open up. You follow, sucking on his finger, savoring the taste of Yoongi until everything is clean again. He pulls them out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“Such a good girl", he praises, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before looking up again. “Now to the rest of your cum", he says talking to Yoongi now. He licks over the spots which were still covered in cum, surprising you. You hadn’t expected him to act so submissive all of a sudden, but you can’t say that you aren’t enjoying it. He reaches over your face, hooking his finger behind Yoongis neck before pulling him close. He kisses him, making him swallow his own cum. Yoongi groans, pulling Hoseoks hair, begging for more. You watch them kiss right above you, feeling yourself grow hot once again.

Soon the kiss ends leaving both of them panting. They look at each other for a moment and you are sure that you see more in their eyes than just desire. You reach out, touching both of their faces making them look down at you. They looked as happy as you felt right now, smiling brightly at you with love in their eyes.

“I really love you guys", you whisper, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

“I love you too princess“, Yoongi says combing his fingers through your locks.

“I love you too my angel", Hoseok adds, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

[solastia]

Kitten Addition | 3

Read This Part First: My Puppy [1] [2] [3]

Kitten Addition: [1] [2] 

Pairing: I’m just going to start saying Maknae Line x Reader

Word Count: 9,895 (That’s right. Almost 10k. This is the longest chapter of anything I’ve ever written, and it’s like 89% smut lol. You’re welcome)

Genre & Warnings: Y’all know the deal with the My Puppy universe fics. Lotso smut. Gentle Femdom. Bits of angst. So much fluff. Petplay, assplay, cumplay, if it can be played with it is. I played a little fast and loose with the law to suit my purposes, it doesn’t actually work this way in real life (I mean, Kihyun is an assassin, so he naturally plays by his own rules). 

Notes: If you’re still wondering who the Hekami corp CEO is, please read my Kihyun fic Shadow Song. That’s her story ;)

The cafe was blessedly slow today, with only a few other people sitting inside, leaving me in comfortable isolation in my little corner booth. It was Taehyung’s favorite place to get hot chocolate, so I requested a to go order with the barista for when I was finished here. Keeping my eye on the door, I signal for another refill on my coffee, sighing as yet another person comes in and they are not who I’m waiting for. Propping my chin in my hand, I smile in thanks as the barista silently filled my cup. The bell over the door jingles and I glance towards it, happy to find it’s finally my friend. 

Hekami Corporations CEO rushes towards me in all of her glory, her bright smile conveying her apologies, and an incredibly handsome man strolling behind her and intensely surveying the cafes inhabitants. Besides being one of the firms best clients, she was also a good friend that I’ve known since college. Something that I doubt Jungkook’s father was aware of when he decided to try to force this marriage along. 

“I’m sorry, so sorry. I know I’m late. We got...held up.” 

I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Yes, I can see that. Your lipstick is smudged, dear. And you, you missed a button.” I tell them, amused as my friend squeaks and brings out her hand mirror and the man looks over his shirt in confusion. 

“Wrong button, sweetheart.” I laugh as he gets my hint and Kihyun blushes as he zips and buttons his pants. 

“This is...umm...my bodyguard?” 

“Are you asking me if that’s who he is? Because I can tell you it’s not. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Yoo Kihyun. I’ve followed your career a bit. Very impressive.” I smirk and offer my hand for him to shake, which he accepts with a chuckle. 

“I told you she’d know, baby.” Kihyun turns to his pouting partner. 

“Just don’t say anything about him playing my bodyguard. I already explained that he can trust you.” 

“No problem, snickerdoodle.” 

“Thanks, Tater Tot.” 

“Those are the dumbest names of all time.” Kihyun sighs. “You are definitely not naming our children.” 

I giggle as my friend sputters and smacks Kihyun’s arm. 

“Who said we were having any, jackass?” 

“In her defense, they are not meant to be great. We just wanted best friend nicknames like the other girls in the sorority house, but we weren’t really those type of people, so we never really settled on anything. Now we just call each other different types of food. I think at one point we’d even gone through every hot sauce brand.” I explain with a fond grin, which she returns. 

“I assume Mr. Jeon has been pressuring you to make a decision?” I ask her as they get comfortable and order their drinks. 

She sighs and nods. “I told Lawyer Jeon when he first brought this to me that I wasn’t really into the idea of arranged marriages, not to mention the way he talked to me about it just gave me bad vibes. Like, I don’t know. It was shifty. Now I know why of course. I got more info on those bosses of yours than I’d ever thought possible, once I brought Kihyun in on the project. Look at these.” She pulls four hefty files out of her bag, all of them bursting with paper. “These guys are no joke, Y/N. I’m a little worried about them knowing you were involved in getting this information.” 

I accept the files and flick through them, disgust over their actions filling me with fury the more I read. Dread as I realize I’m going to have to tell the boys just what their fathers have been up to. I rub my temple as I feel a headache coming on and sigh wearily as I slip the files into my own bag. 

“I had expected a couple of affairs, maybe skimming a bit. But this…”

“Y/N, this is the kind of stuff that I deal with. Do you want me to deal with it?” Kihyun asks softly. If only he knew just how aware I was of how he deals with things. 

“If you can go after everyone else associated with this stuff besides these three lawyers, you can do as you wish. I know it sounds wrong and selfish, but I don’t want my boys to suffer more than they have to. If this were to get out, they wouldn’t be upset about their fathers getting arrested, but no one would hire them after. They’d become the sons of criminals, and I don’t want that for them. Is that...is that bad of me? It’s unethical, right?” 

“Is it unethical to care about the ones you love? It makes me twitchy thinking about them being free, but since they only helped I can make myself feel better by going after the ones doing the actual crimes. You’re certain these men won’t fight back?” Kihyun asks gently. 

“Yeah. They might make a fuss, but I think they’ll do as I ask. Mr. Jeon is always going on about how everything he does is for Jungkook’s future, so I doubt he’d do anything to endanger it. I knew Tae’s dad was an ass, but I didn’t know it was this bad. I don’t think he’ll fight me either since Taehyung is his only child. It didn’t look like Jimin’s dad was mentioned in the files much, so he probably isn’t as bad, but I’m sure he had to at least know what was going on and didn’t stop it. Thank you for doing this.” 

“You’re welcome, Gummi Bear. I know we don’t get to hang out as much since we are now stuffy suits, but I’m still here for you. Speaking of, I need to know more about this boy situation, because it sounds like you have three of the country’s hottest bachelors at your feet and damn girl.” 

“Excuse me, I’m right here, you know.” Kihyun playfully pouts as she reaches over and pats his cheek comfortingly. 

“We’ll have a dinner date when everything calms down on both of our sides because I also need to know why Yoo Kihyun is pretending to be your bodyguard.” I stand up and wink at him as I slip my bag over my shoulders before reaching over and giving her a tight hug. 

I glare at Kihyun and make him promise to take care of my friend and try not to get her involved in things she shouldn’t be. Judging by the sliver of surprise in his gaze as he did so, he seemed to understand my message. I wave to the both of them as I pick up my order of hot chocolates and leave, dread filling my stomach as I make my way home. 

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The files seem to be increasing in weight as I get closer to the door of my home, feeling almost like I was walking with a bag full of bricks. I really did not want to have to be the one to let them know what kind of people their fathers really were. I also was dreading the slight possibility that they might already know. How would I deal with it if Tae knew about all of his dad’s extracurricular activities and kept silent? Whatever happened, it was time to let them know what I’d been up to. 

I enter as quietly as I can and tiptoe to the living room, following the sounds of the entertainment center being used. I lean against the entryway and smile a little as I watch Taehyung and Jimin cuddling and giggling over the anime they were watching. They were both bundled up comfortably; Tae in a huge red hoodie and Jimin in a fluffy cerulean sweater that was probably three sizes too large. The both of them looked like cuteness personified. Taehyung finally noticed me and smiled widely, reaching over the back of the couch to make grabby hands at me. 

“Y/N! I didn’t hear you come home. I missed you! Cuddles.” 

I chuckle and set the drinks down before slotting myself in the middle and letting them drape themselves all over me. Jimin gives me a soft peck before laying his head on my shoulder. I thread my fingers through his hair and grin down at him. 

“How you manage to look and sound like such an innocent little cinnamon roll when you are the complete opposite is beyond me.” 

“Mmm, part of my charms,” he practically purrs into my neck. 

Taehyung grabs my chin and brings me up for a kiss, grinning as I pout when he pulls away. 

“Hey there beautiful,” his deep voice murmurs into my ear. I barely stop him from trying to nip at my neck, knowing exactly where he was trying to take this. We had some things to discuss first. 

I gesture towards the hot chocolates that they both reach for excitedly. Taehyung takes a big gulp, sighing in satisfaction. He reaches forward to grab one for me before he stops, observing the cup holder with a frown. 

“Why are there four?” 

I glance at my watch and countdown before answering. Exactly ten seconds later the doorbell rings. 

“We have a guest,” I finally respond as I go to answer the door. 

A sheepish Jungkook walks inside as I hear the shocked gasps behind me. I quickly squeeze his hand before taking his jacket and letting Jungkook walk into the living room before me. 

“Jungkook? But...I thought it wasn’t safe for him to be here?” Jimin practically whispers as his eyes are glued on Jungkook. 

“It doesn’t matter now. If anyone tried to do something about it, we have all the ammunition we need to shut it down,” I tell them as I grab Jungkook’s hand and lead him into sitting on the couch next to Jimin.

“Hey, baby. Can I...have a hug?” Jungkook asks trepidly, the both of them fighting off tears. It had been a long few months for the two of them. They had gone from being inseparable for years to only being able to have professional contact at work. I could only imagine how they must feel.

Jimin finally broke, flinging himself into Jungkook’s waiting arms.“I missed you so much!” Jimin sobbed silently into Jungkook’s chest as the other rubbed soothing circles into his back. 

“I missed you too,” he said quietly into Jimin’s hair. 

I sat next to Taehyung as I watched, letting him bring my hand up for a kiss as he smiled at me fondly. I let the two of them talk quietly together for a bit as I snuggled with Taehyung, letting them get some happiness before I had to deliver the news. 

Sighing wearily, I lean forward and clear my throat, handing Jungkook his hot chocolate while trying to think of the best way to let them know. 

“I have something I have to talk about with all of you, that’s part of why Jungkook is here.” I go get the files out of my bag and hand them to Taehyung. “Here, take a look.”

As Taehyung flips through them, the other two scoot closer to look over his shoulder while I explain.

“I had a meeting today with the Hekami Corp CEO. She’s actually a good friend of mine from college and agreed to do some investigating. We figured if she got caught then she would have a plausible excuse since it would be normal for her to want to look into things before agreeing to the marriage. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe an affair or something so we could either guilt trip Jungkook’s dad into backing off or blackmail if we were desperate. After reading these files, I want them out of the firm completely. Convince them it’s in their best interests to retire.” 

I glance over their faces, trying to gauge the mood. Taehyung’s is completely blank, Jimin looks miserable, and Jungkook is just plain furious. 

“This...this is terrible. I knew he an ass, but he’s actually aiding criminals. Kim is in on it too. Doesn’t seem like Park is, but there’s no way he could have not known something,” Jungkook shouts, waving his hands around in his anger. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave it up to you guys to decide what you want to do with this information. I know the lawful good reaction would be turning them in, but that would leave us with a tainted reputation and eventually all of our clients would leave. We’d be known for associating with criminals, probably suspected ourselves, and everyone in our firm would end up jobless. If you really wanted to do this perfectly by the book, we can. I will be with you every step of the way and I’m sure with our combined savings we can start again somewhere.” I look them over as I explain, observing as Jungkook clenches his fists to keep himself calm. I could practically see the raincloud above Jimin. 

“I have a...friend...that is looking into punishing all the people that your fathers were working with, so it’s not like everyone is going to get away with it. My suggestion is to meet with all three of them and suggest they retire and leave the firm in your hands. Perhaps we can have them be put on house arrest quietly in exchange for their testimonies. I can have my friend keep tabs on their activity to make sure they stay clean. ” 

Taehyung finally speaks, although it’s so low and filled with anger. I’d never heard this tone from him before, and I hope I never do again. “I’d rather have them rot in jail, but I understand what you mean. We’d be as good as blacklisted. No one would want to have us work for them if there was a chance of us being into the same shit. Your friend can legally get them put on house arrest?” 

“If they agree to rat out everyone they were working with, yeah. It’s just a matter of getting them to do so without a fight.” 

“They’ll go. They wouldn’t want to hurt their precious legacy.” Jungkook angrily scoffs as he ruffles his hair anxiously.  

“We’ll call for a meeting tomorrow and have them sit down with us and my friends that are helping. Let them know it’s either house arrest and retirement or we’ll do this publicly. I’m sorry,” I tell them, looking them all over, my heart breaking as I take in their sorrow. 

“Not your fault, sweetheart,” Taehyung sighs and brings me into his side, rubbing his head against my neck in an attempt for comfort. 

 “I think for now we should get some rest. It’s been a long day for me, and I’m sure you guys are emotionally drained right now. Jungkook, you’re free to stay over if you’d like.” 

Jungkook shakes his head and stands up after giving Jimin a kiss. “Not tonight. My head is a mess, and I need to figure some stuff out. No promises about tomorrow though,” He winks, and Jimin escorts him to the door, giving him one last hug before he leaves. 

Jimin sighs as he comes back to the couch and cuddles on the other side of me. “I can’t believe even my dad was doing all this. Well, maybe not doing it, but he didn’t stop them. I always thought he was so nice. I even asked him to help with Jungkook and me, and he said he’d do what he could. Apparently, that’s nothing.” 

“I’m sorry, baby. None of you deserve this. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this.” I croon as I try to comfort him, holding him close and kissing his neck softly. Taehyung grabs both of our hands and leads us to the bedroom, closing the door behind us to block out the rest of the world. 

───

We find ourselves in the familiar boardroom the next day, waiting for their fathers to show up. I had messaged them the moment I had woken up and requested for the three of them to attend because there was an issue. I hadn’t left any hints as to what, hoping to catch them off guard. Besides the four of us, my friend and Kihyun were also attending, promising to be witnesses in case anything went wrong. Kihyun also needed to record the meeting so he’d be able to bring in his detective friend and get a warrant. 

About ten minutes after I’d told them to be here, the three lawyers sauntered into the room. Mr. Jeon merely raised an eyebrow at the appearance of the Hekami CEO, not even bothering to acknowledge Kihyun’s presence. 

“Well, what’s the issue? I’m meeting a client in twenty minutes, so whatever it is, this needs to be quick. I’m assuming it’s something about the marriage since she’s here. Although I don’t understand what couldn’t be discussed over the phone,” he stated coldly, dropping into his chair with an unbothered air that rubbed me wrong now that I knew what he’s been up to. To think I had spent years trying to impress this man. 

I looked them over silently for a moment. Jeon and Kim sat there with their usual arrogant airs, making sure that I saw them glancing at their watches and frowning at their own children. Jimin’s dad was someone I had always liked because he’d seemed to keep a humble attitude despite his high profile job. He was taking the time to shake my friend and Kihyun’s hands before sitting down, patting Jimin’s shoulder in a friendly manner. I almost hated that I was about to take him down with the other two, but he’d proven untrustworthy as well. 

My friend cleared her throat, glancing at Mr. Jeon with an almost amused expression. “The issue, Lawyer Jeon, is that while I was doing the necessary research anyone would do before agreeing to an arranged marriage, I came across some pretty interesting info. Do you want to guess what it is?” 

“I don’t have time for guessing games. Did you expect more money or something? What’s the problem? Jungkook’s going to take over after me, so you’ll have plenty coming in from him,” Mr. Jeon says impatiently, waving as if the dismiss us all. 

“The problem is not about more money. It’s about where you’ve been getting the money. I’m well aware this firm is one of the top in the country, and you all make quite a good amount. However, the numbers didn’t quite add up, so we did some digging. You guys have been busy,” she chuckles as she throws the files onto the table in front of them. Mr. Jeon’s confident manner was slowly crumbling, although you could see where Jungkook got his stubbornness from as the older man was refusing to show any sign of worry. Kim was swallowing hard as he stared at the files as though they would jump up and bite him. Poor Mr. Park was already hanging his head in shame. 

“In fact,” she continued, as she leaned forward and pressed her hands together as she observed the lawyers,“I have quite an impressive list of hobbies you’ve all been up to with your special clients. Let’s see: fraud, bribery, insider trading, labor racketeering, embezzlement, cybercrime, copyright infringement, money laundering, identity theft, and forgery. Regular white collar master criminals.”

“You have proof beyond these papers? Because I can assure you that these alone wouldn’t stand up in court. Y/N here is a lawyer that could fabricate these with incredible ease. How do we know that she’s not simply trying to take over the firm by helping you, hmm?” Mr. Jeon sneers in my direction, trying to intimidate me with his glare. He obviously doesn’t know me as well as I thought he did if he assumed that I would go down that easy. I meet his scowl head-on, quirking an eyebrow as I lean back in my chair. 

“Mr. Jeon, we are trying to take care of this in a way that won’t destroy the firm or the boys. You worked hard to get to where you are, but somewhere along the way, you let your power go to your head. Now you’ve put not only the firm at risk but Jungkook’s very livelihood. The legacy that you spend so much time preaching to him about is going to be destroyed by your very hand. You recognize Yoo Kihyun, don’t you? I’ve brought him in to help us find a way to take care of this without destroying their lives.” I gesture to Kihyun as I explain, Mr. Jeon finally taking the time to look at him in shock. He was caught, and he knew it. Yoo Kihyun was the best Prosecuting Attorney in the city, probably the country. No one escaped him. 

 Kihyun smirks as he looks at the now nervous looking lawyer. “Personally, I would love to see you in prison. You may not have done many of these crimes yourself, but you helped. You helped destroy people’s lives all in the name of money and power. We’ve decided to present the evidence to the authorities and have you put on house arrest in exchange for your testimonies against the others involved. Any property or belongings that you own obtained by illegal means will be confiscated. You will be monitored to make sure you stay clean. If I see any evidence at all that you are keeping in contact with any of your former cohorts, I will not hesitate to bring you in and be subjected to a very public trial. It would get messy, probably destroy this firm, and sadly destroy the careers of your sons, but justice would be served. And that’s all I care about.” 

Mr. Jeon scoffs. “I’ll have you know I go golfing with the countries most powerful every damn Sunday. There’s not a judge in this city that I’m not able to buy. I’d love to see you try to take us down. You have nothing but some pieces of paper against me.” 

“That’s not all,” Mr. Park muttered softly. 

“Park, you better shut your damn mouth.” Mr. Kim growled. 

Mr. Park shook his head, glancing around the table with a sorrowful gaze, locking eyes with his son.

“I’ve kept quiet for too long. I’m so sorry, son. Your father is a weak man. I just wanted everything in the world for you and your brother. So, when these two started bragging about their side hustles and tried to get me into them, I kept quiet, afraid they’d try to push us out. I didn’t actually help them, but I didn’t stop them. I’m so sorry.” Mr. Park explained to Jimin with misty eyes. Jimin being the sweetheart he was, reached out his hand and grasped his father’s, squeezing it comfortingly. 

Mr. Park turned to Kihyun. “Lawyer Yoo, I’ll tell you everything you need to know, and I gladly accept your deal.” 

Kihyun nodded and stood up, glancing at the other two men. “Will I have to make this a public spectacle and have you dragged out of here by cops, or will you both go home without a fight?” 

Kim and Jeon glanced at each other with clenched jaws, silently debating. Once Kim’s shoulders fell in defeat, we knew it was over. 

“Excellent. You all go home. I’ll be right behind you with an officer who will fit you with your gear. Do not think of trying to run for it, that will just make things worse.” Kihyun said cheerfully, leaving no one doubting the fact that he would love nothing more than for them to try something. 

Jungkook stepped in front of his father, staring down at him with disdain. “As of this moment, I want nothing to do with you. You will have no say over my life, and I never want to see you again.” 

“Same goes for me,” Taehyung says in a flat voice as he glances at his own father. “Not that you ever really acknowledge my existence outside of work anyway, but after this I expect you to pretend we don’t know each other.” 

Kihyun herds the broken lawyers towards the door, grabbing my friend on his way out. They wave and she gestures that she’ll call later, leaving the room for just me and the boys. 

“You guys want to go home?” I ask softly as I look over the three troubled men. They all nod silently, obviously too lost in their heads right now. As I lead them to the parking lot, everyone gets in my car, even Jungkook. I don’t know how aware of his surroundings he is right now and I assume he’s merely following Jimin, needing the comfort. I have no desire to deny him that so I just keep quiet and bring him home with us.  

───

I’ve gotten all three of them fed, showered and drinking some calming tea. They are all sitting on the couch, staring unseeingly at the television. It’s more silent in this room than it has been in months and it’s slightly unnerving. 

“What do you need, sweetheart? Do you want to just head to bed? I’m sure everything will be better tomorrow.” I ask Taehyung softly as I stroke his arm. 

He shakes his head. “No, pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep right now. I was thinking...could I be puppy?” 

“You want to be puppy right now? You don’t mind Jungkook seeing?” 

“No, I don’t care. I just want to be out of my head for a while, and I really need you.” 

“Okay, baby. Anything you want.” I give him a quick peck before I stand up to go get his gear. 

“Me too,” Jimin whispers softly. I look him over and mentally agree that he probably needs this too. All of us need a distraction and what better way than to remind them they are loved and adored. 

“Alright. If that’s what you guys think you need. Jungkook, what do you need?” 

His head shoots up from where he’d been staring at his hands, apparently shocked to be included in this discussion. “I’m...just going to watch if that’s okay. I’ve been a little curious ever since they told me they do this.” 

“That’s fine. You don’t have to do anything, bun. Just relax.”

“Bun?” 

“Mmhmm.” I wink at him as I stroll to the hall closet for the box of supplies. 

“Clothes off, my babies, and get into position,” I order, humming as I set the box on the coffee table, rifling through it for their tails and collars. 

Jungkook stares in awe and surprise as Taehyung and Jimin promptly follow my orders, shedding their clothes and positioning themselves on all fours as they wait for further orders. Taehyung winks shamelessly at Jungkook while Jimin blushes and avoids Jungkook’s avid gaze, choosing to watch me prepare their gear instead. Jungkook follows Jimin’s line of sight, growing curious himself about the contents of the box. He peers over my shoulder, taking in the sight of the collars, tails, and various toys contained inside. 

“It seems like you guys take this seriously. I thought it was just everyone acting silly in bed,” he finally comments as he plays with the fur on Jimin’s tail. 

“No. I mean, sometimes it’s just that. Sometimes it’s a full scene like this. A lot of the time we’re as vanilla as three people fucking can be. We’re not, like, hardcore or anything. I don’t whip them or lock them up. I haven’t joined any clubs.” I chuckle, handing him Jimin’s tail to lube up with a raised eyebrow in silent challenge. He grins and accepts it, preparing it for me silently. 

“When we do a full scene like this though, it has to be taken seriously to an extent. I can still enjoy myself, of course, but they both go fully into their headspaces.” 

“That’s subspace, right? I think Jimin’s gone into a few times with me. He said his head was fuzzy.” 

“Yeah, with this though, Jimin’s gone fully into it. He goes nonverbal sometimes, besides sounds, so he isn’t able to use a safeword or anything. When we were just starting out, Taehyung tried to use Gucci as a safeword, but honestly, it’s hard to remember that kind of stuff when they’re under. So, when they can ‘speak’ I use the color system. When they can’t, it’s up to me to check for tells, or under an emergency, they chose to take off their own collars as a sign they need to stop.”

“And what about you? Do you go into some sort of space?” 

“Mmm, sort of? It’s not like theirs. The way they tell me, it feels like they’re drunk or high and it’s only us and the way they are feeling. The rest of the world falls away, and they don’t have to worry about anything. For me, I don’t feel fuzzy or anything, which is a good thing since I have to pay attention to them, but focusing on them is a way of making the rest of the world fall away, I guess. I don’t have to worry about anything else besides making sure they are feeling good and loved. Aftercare is probably the best part for all of us. For us, that’s usually baths, snacks, and cuddling. Talking about the scene and what they wanted to try next time or take out, that kind of thing.” 

“That sounds nice, actually.” Jungkook sounds almost wistful as he watches the two men waiting patiently for me. Smirking, I think it’s only a matter of time before he’s down there with them. I’ll need to remember to look online for some gear for him, just in case. 

“Present,” I order softly as I walk over to the boys with their tails. The both of them press their faces onto the tile flooring and raise their butts up. 

“Good boys.” I croon, patting them both lightly as I put each of their tails in. I also clip on Jimin’s ears and grab their collars. 

“Is there anything specific you want to say or ask for before you get collared?”

Taehyung shakes his head no, while Jimin chews his lip before speaking up hesitantly. 

“I only want to wear my tail for the first half, while we’re getting into our spaces.” 

“Oh? You want Tae Tae to fuck you today?” 

Jimin blushes lightly, but I see the mischievous light in his eyes. The tease. 

“No. Well, maybe a little. I also want you to.” 

“A naughty little kitten went snooping, I see.” 

“I’m sorry. I saw the bag in the bedroom, and I remembered us talking about it. I really want you to do it,” Jimin answers excitedly, his cock twitching underneath him in agreement. 

Pleased and amused, I nod in agreement and lean in for a quick peck. 

“I’m lost. Do what?” Jungkook asks, his nose scrunching in an adorable way that really makes him look like a little bunny. 

“Mmm, Kitten wasn’t happy with just two real cocks fucking him. He wants me to, as well. So I went out and got the most realistic strap I could find because only the best will do for my baby. Did you see the little surprise feature as well?” 

Jimin’s eyes widen as he shakes his head no. Even Taehyung looks invested. 

“It’s a squirting dildo. So when I fuck you, I can fill you up nicely too.” 

Jimin moans lowly, practically growling he’s so pleased. 

“Oh my god, I love you.” 

“Maybe one of these days when we’re feeling really nasty, we can have the boys fill it up with the real stuff for you. Would you like that? Being fucked by me until you’re full of everyone’s cum?” 

Jimin whines and leans towards me to beg for a kiss. I decide to tease him instead, just running my tongue across his bottom lip and nipping it once before I pull away. 

“Such a dirty little kitten,” I murmur softly as I pet Jimin’s hair. 

“Fuck.” 

“You okay there, Jungkook?” I glance behind me at the whispered curse, quirking an eyebrow in amusement at his glazed expression. 

“I don’t think he believed me when I told him what you were like. He’s learned his lesson, and I don’t think he minds.” Taehyung snickers and gestures with his head towards the bulging front of Jungkook’s jeans. 

“Sure you don’t want to join?” I ask, smirking at his deepening blush. 

“I...umm. No?” 

“Are you asking me if you want to?” 

His mouth opens and closes a few times like he’s trying to figure out how to respond. I decide to take pity on him. 

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I’m just teasing you. Just sit back and relax. It’s going to be tame for a bit, anyway.” 

He quickly nods and goes back to observing, although I note that one of my couch pillows is now covering his lap. I turn my attention back to the other two, giving them each a comforting peck before I grab their collars. I decide to start with Jimin first, settling in front of him with his black and pink collar. 

“Jimin, tell me your colors then I’ll collar you,” I demand softly, holding the lace up to his neck. 

“Green is good, yellow is pause, red is stop,” he answers quickly before he angles his neck towards me.

“Good boy. Here you go, Kitten.” 

I drape his collar around him and whisper a quick I love you near his ear then move to Taehyung and do the same for him. Before I can pull away, he takes the initiative and claims my lips in a hard kiss, slipping his sneaky tongue in before I push him away with a giggle. He grins broadly, thoroughly pleased with himself. 

I move back to the box, humming as I rifle through it, finally bringing out one of the hairbrushes I’d stashed inside. I grab a cushion and make myself comfortable in front of them, then begin tenderly brushing Taehyung’s hair. I try to make Jimin’s wait less lonely for him by occasionally reaching over to pet his hair a bit, but he’s used being a good boy and waiting his turn. I hear a rustle and glance over to see Jungkook leaning forward and watching with interest and obviously confused. He’d probably thought we’d go straight to fucking. I grin and take a moment to explain. 

“It’s part of getting them into their petspace. We do different things, depending on what they ask for. Sometimes it’s actual playtime with toys and everything. Sometimes it’s walking them around the house on a leash or feeding them out of their pet bowls. Today, since they didn’t request anything specific, I figured that with everything happening, what they could use the most is some pampering. So, I’m going to groom them while they begin to fall into their roles in their minds.” 

“That sounds good. Can I...help you? I’m not ready for the other stuff, but I can handle grooming, I think.” Jungkook asks tentatively. 

“Sure, bun. There’s another brush in the box. You can take care of Jiminie.” 

Jungkook looks at me funny when I try the nickname again, but I merely chuckle. He grabs the brush from the box and kneels in front of Jimin, sitting on his shins. He holds the brush above Jimin’s head but hesitates for a moment, looking unsure. Before I can make a snarky comment about forgetting him how to brush, Jimin cocks an eyebrow at Jungkook in a silent dare. Jungkook huffs and starts brushing Jimin’s hair slowly, never able to turn down a challenge. Jimin smiles to himself, apparently used to playing Jungkook like a fiddle, and eventually I see him slowly relaxing, all the previous tension melting away. 

“Holy shit, he’s actually purring,” Jungkook exclaims as the rattling in Jimin’s chest becomes a little louder. I huff in fake annoyance, grinning at the cheeky little kitten. 

“Yeah, he started that up last month. I think the little shit started practicing outside of scenes just to surprise me. It’s adorable, isn’t it? Sounds almost realistic.” Jungkook smiles and nods as he stares down at Jimin fondly. 

 “Jungkook, can you hand me the body oil in there? It’s the purple bottle.” 

“Yeah,” he jumps up and grabs the bottle from the box, bringing it to his nose. 

“Oh wow, that smells good. Lavender?” 

“Yeah, it’s calming. Helps them relax and fall deeper into their space, and it’s safe for sensitive areas too,” I explain with a wiggle of my eyebrows as I accept the proffered bottle. I pour a generous amount into my hands and rub it around a bit to warm before I start massaging it into Taehyung’s back. He groans loudly, loving the attention. 

“So, just rub it on while they hold this position?” Jungkook picks up the bottle, looking between it and Jimin, then to me for confirmation. 

“Yup. They’re used to it. Just tell him ‘up’ when you’re ready to get his chest. And try not to get any on the tail fur. It’s a bitch to clean out without ruining it.” 

Jungkook watches me as I move from Taehyung’s back to his arms and legs, following my movements on Jimin, who is surprisingly still purring. I’ve never heard him keep it up this long, so I’m convinced he’s just being cute and putting on a show for Jungkook. I suspect that same reason is why Taehyung is so well behaved and barely moving as I rub him down. He usually tries to sneak in kisses or knock me over to nip at my neck. They are both trying to show off for Jungkook, and it’s frankly adorable. 

Eventually, I decide it’s time to see how far into it they are.

“Feeling good, Tae Tae?” I’m answered with a cute little whine as he leans in for more rubbing, signaling that Taehyung is fully immersed in his role. 

“How about you, Jiminie? Kookie making you feel nice?” I ask, peering over to get a better look at him. He answers with a tiny mewl that I’ve literally walked in on him practicing, but I know from the slightly dazed look in his eyes that he’s ready. 

“Holy shit, that was so cute,” Jungkook whines. I giggle and nod in agreement before I turn back to Taehyung.

“Up, Tae Tae,” I demand as I put more oil on my hands.

Taehyung immediately sits on his shins and places his hands palms down on his thighs. Jungkook watches as I rub more of the oil into Taehyung’s chest before he turns back to Jimin and gives him the same request. Jimin falls into the same position. 

I move my oiled hands further down Taehyung’s body and wrap them around his cock, stroking slowly until it’s fully hard and beginning to drip. Taehyung whimpers and clenches his hands into his thighs as he attempts to hold back from touching me. Jungkook watches nervously but interested. 

“Should I...Jimin, do you want me to do that too?” He asks softly, and Jimin answers with a silent nod, licking his lips. 

“Jungkook, you really don’t need to be scared. It’s not like it’s your first time with either of them,” I tell him, grinning a bit at how cute he’s being as he tentatively strokes Jimin. 

“I know. I’m not...scared. I’m just worried I’ll mess something up,” he grumbles. 

“You’ll be fine. He looks like he’s having fun.” I smirk at Jimin’s enjoyment as he is basically fucking himself into Jungkook’s hand. He’s completely taking advantage of Jungkook’s lack of knowledge to move as he pleases. “Just don’t hesitate so much or he’ll start worrying that you’re getting freaked out by him acting that way and that could make him drop. Not a good thing, trust me.” 

His eyes widen, and he is quick to assure Jimin. “I’m not freaked out, I promise. It’s cute as hell and kinda hot, to be honest,” Jimin mewls softly and braces himself with his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders to move into Jungkook’s hands faster. The brief look he spares me shows he’s waiting to see if someone is going to stop him. I’ll let him have his fun today. 

“Down Tae Tae.” Taehyung falls back onto his hands and knees at my order, his eyes burning with lust and his poor lips red from him chewing on them. 

“You just don’t see yourself in the handler role though, right?” I ask Jungkook as he orders the now panting Jimin back into position as well. 

“Uh, I mean. I don’t know. Maybe.” 

“Mmm, you’re probably due for some pampering yourself, huh?” 

Jungkook’s face is bright red as he looks between the boys and me, no doubt seeing himself in their place now. Judging by the strangled whimper that escapes him, I’ve judged rightly, but I don’t want to scare him off. 

“It’s okay, Jungkook. It’s cute. There’s no need for you to decide anything today. Just learn from the experience, and you can think more about it later. I can tell you that I would absolutely love to take care of you too if you wanted me too,” I assure him softly as he gulps and licks his lips.  

“Really, like what you do for them? A pet?” It’s said almost like a sneer, but judging by the panicked look after the words left his mouth, he didn’t mean it that way.

I shrug, not insulted because I know he’s still processing,“If you wanted. It’s all about what makes everyone comfortable and feeling good. Again, we don’t do this all the time, but when we do, they have fun. It’s all about making them feel loved and cherished, and if they get an orgasm out of it, even better. They’ve gone into their spaces just to play before, no sex, and came out perfectly happy and relaxed.” 

Jungkook nods in understanding, relaxing a bit, and I turn my attention back to the boys. 

“What do you want to do now, my babies? You wanna play or maybe have a treat? I still have those cookie treats I made you.” 

Jimin mewls and plants his face cheek down on the carpet, waving his backside and making his tail sway. 

I chuckle and stroke his cheek. “Kitten just wants someone inside of him already, huh? Do you want to put on a show for Kookie and let him see what a good kitten you are?” Jimin purrs and buts his head into my hand, peering up at me mischievously. 

“I’m going to go get ready, you can keep an eye on them for a few moments, right bun?” I ask Jungkook as I pull out Jimin’s tail and add more lube to the now stretched hole. 

He looks horrified by the prospect, but nods. Apparently, he still hasn’t grasped the fact that these are still the same two people he’s been with many times before. Perhaps a few moments with those two unsupervised will lead to a couple of naughty pets taking full advantage of being given free rein. Judging by the calculating look in my Kitten’s eyes, and the fact that Taehyung will go along with whatever Jimin wants, I’m sure Jungkook will come around soon enough. 

“Mount,” I order Taehyung, who smiles happily at me before crawling over to Jimin.

 He sneaks in a few kisses on Jimin’s thighs before draping himself over his back and slowly entering him from behind. Taehyung stares at me as his lips part in a silent moan once he bottoms out. He turns and watches himself pull back out slowly before slamming back inside, Jimin beginning to whimper underneath him. With a grin I walk away, snickering at Jungkook’s rapt gaze on the two in front of him. 

The harness I had ordered was an interesting piece that was basically reinforced underwear meant to hold a dildo. I’d ordered two new toys to go with it, one that was reviewed to be the most realistic on the market, and another that you filled with lube or a specialty product to simulate cum. While it made me a little sad I couldn’t give him the real deal myself, this was the next best thing. I strip myself of everything then slide on just the harness, adjusting the squirting dildo in the provided hole. I look down at myself, giggling a little as I play with the toy and try to get acclimated to the feeling of it being there. I pause to take one last look at myself in the full-length mirror against the door, fluffing my hair a bit.

I was a little nervous. Pegging Jimin would be fun, I’m sure, but this is my first time doing it, and I have the two men out there for him to compare me against as well. The fact that this will be the first time Jungkook has seen me naked is, of course, the other reason. I take a chance to breathe a few times deeply before throwing back my shoulders and strolling out to the hallway like I didn’t have a care in the world. 

Once I reach the end of the hallway, gravelly moans and the delightful sound of messy slurping reach my ears, and I smirk to myself knowing that my Kitten did precisely as I thought he would. Sure enough, as I walk into the living room, I see new bits of clothing thrown around the room, most notably Jungkook’s pants and boxers. 

I prop my hip up against the back of the couch as I take in the scene, the boys too busy to notice I’m back yet. Taehyung is still fucking Jimin doggystyle, but they’ve moved closer to the couch. Jimin was sucking Jungkook’s surprisingly large cock, his plump lips wrapped around him so beautifully as spit drooled down his chin. He finally looked up and noticed me, whining needily. 

“Now, Jiminie, what have I told you about talking with your mouth full?” I tease with a smile as I walk around the couch to let them see. 

Jimin pulls off and mewls loudly, opening his mouth for me. I sit next to Jungkook on the couch, his desperate panting touching my skin with hot air when he turns his head to stare at me. Jungkook surveys me from head to toe open-mouthed, his eyes only pausing once to stare at my breasts for a few moments before latching onto the toy that was attached to me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, then leans back, watching underneath his lashes as Jimin scoots over to me. 

“I see you were busy, Kitten. Do you want mine too? I ask, waving it teasingly in front of him. He’s quick to latch on, bobbing on it as enthusiastically as he’d been before. I had to admit he looked beautiful from this view, with his full lips wrapped around the toy as he watched my reactions coyly. 

“A cockslut, even for the fake ones,’ Jungkook huff a laugh, still sounding a little out of breath. Jimin moaned around the toy, and I could feel the vibrations in my thighs. 

Jungkook and I shared a small smile before I turned to watch Taehyung. He was struggling to hold on, a little bit of sweat had built on his forehead, and he was gritting his teeth. However, he knew better than to come without permission. 

“Tae Tae. Stop,” I order softly, and he pauses, only clenching his fingers into Jimin’s ass to try to hold on. “You have a couple choices, baby. You can cum in Jiminie right now or hold off and fuck me when I’m done with him. It’s up to you.” 

Taehyung is struggling so hard, I can tell he’s trying to think through the fuzzy brain and the fact that he was already inside something. Finally, after what seemed forever, he pulls out of Jimin with a deep whine, falling back onto the floor. He grabs his dick, squeezing hard and closing his eyes to bring himself back down a bit. 

“What a sweet boy. Good Job, Tae Tae.” I praise as I pull out of Jimin’s mouth. 

“You ready for me, kitten?” I murmur as I get up and take Taehyung’s place. He purrs and looks behind him, smirking as I lube the toy up. 

“Look at you, baby. Tae Tae opened you up for me nicely.”

I slide the toy in easily, not that surprising considering it’s smaller than Taehyung. I pull out slowly, admiring the view before I begin bucking my hips into him as hard as I can. Because that’s me inside Jimin, making him whimper. Well, a toy, but I still feel powerful. Taehyung comes behind me and grabs both of my hips to help me go even harder because our kitten likes being fucked. I should have reprimanded Tae for doing what he wanted, but I was too caught up in the fact that it was me making Jimin scream in ecstasy. 

“Shit, look at his face. You’re fucking him so good,” Jungkook groans as he lightly strokes his cock, staring at Jimin’s face as tears begin to fall. Neither of them are going to last much longer. 

“Kitten, don’t neglect Kookie. Swallow everything he gives you.” I push Jimin forward a little as Jungkook quickly scoots forward and shoves his cock into Jimin’s waiting mouth with a relieved groan. 

With Jungkook being as excited as he was, it didn’t take long. Jimin took him all the way into his throat and swallowed. Jungkook dug his hands into Jimin’s hair and came with a shout, bucking shallowing as he came down. Taehyung backs off and sits behind me.

Jimin pulled off with a wet pop and leaned up a bit to grab onto the couch, his tear-stained face looking over his shoulder at me as he whimpers. 

“You can cum whenever you’re ready, Kitten.” I grab the pump on the side of my harness, squeezing it until the toy shoots all the liquid into Jimin.

And that was all he was waiting for because I only had to rock into him twice before his hips started bucking and he came with a loud cry, dripping all over the floor. I pull out and pet his back, debating whether I should make him clean it up, but I decide I’ll let him off easy today. 

All of a sudden, I feel Taehyung’s heat at my back again as he drapes himself across me and nuzzles into my neck, seeking permission. 

“Go ahead, puppy. Mount.” 

Taehyung is quick to follow instructions and slides in easily with me being soaking from the excitement of fucking Jimin. He doesn’t ease into it, desperately pounding into me as he tries to reach the high I’d brought him down from earlier. From my spot, I can see Jungkook and Jimin cuddling. Jimin watching us with a fond look as he purrs, Jungkook watching with eyes full of lust and fascination, his cock raising back to attention. I was a little impressed with his refractory period.  

Taehyung must have noticed it as well because soon enough he was scooting me forward and I found myself in the same position that Jimin had been in just a few moments ago. Jimin smirks down at me and grabs Jungkook’s cock, angling it towards my face. 

“Please,” Jungkook whimpers hoarsely. 

Not giving myself time to overthink, I went for it, wrapping my lips around him quickly. Taehyung’s constant pounding behind me pushed me further onto Jungkook’s cock, making it easy work. I hollow my cheeks and let the saliva run free as Jungkook threads his hands in my hair. It only takes a couple minutes before his fingers tighten and he cums in my mouth. He’s more bitter than Jimin, but it isn’t horrible. I pull off and grin at the sated man as he slumps into the couch, pulling Jimin towards him and smiling softly at me. 

Taehyung leans down and bites my neck like he’s trying to remind me he’s still balls deep, as if I could forget. He reaches under me and begins rubbing and pinching my clit, and I know he’s desperate to cum if he’s trying to get me there faster. 

I can feel my own body tightening and I know I’m not going to last much longer myself. 

“Cum, puppy. Fill me up, baby.” Taehyung whines and somehow goes even faster, slamming into my pussy with so much force I have to grab onto the couch for leverage. With one last slam of his hips, he stills, pouring into me. As I feel him trembling and twitching inside of me, I allow myself to fall, cumming with a high moan. Taehyung whimpers as my pussy flutters with aftershocks on his sensitive dick and he pulls out. Breathing heavily, I slump against the couch, and Taehyung gathers me up in his sweaty arms, giggling when I crinkle my nose at the smell. 

“Jungkook, help me take their collars off?” I ask breathily, undoing the fastening on Taehyungs. Jungkook does the same for Jimin and throws it in the direction of the box, not quite making it, but we were all too tired to care. 

“Is everyone good? No one’s hurting, everyone is feeling nice?” I drag myself up onto the couch next to Jungkook, and Tae is right next to me, snuggling in. 

“I’m amazing. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before. You fucked me so well!” Jimin gushes, reaching a leg across Jungkook’s lap to touch me since he was too lazy to move right now. 

I pat his foot, chuckling. “Taehyung helped a bit. We’ll have to work on my core more to handle fucking you like you want, sweetheart.” 

“I can help with that,” Jungkook says as he fights back a yawn. 

“I bet you could muscle bunny. Hey, you look too tired to drive. You wanna stay over? We have a guest room if you want.” I offer as I stand up and pull Taehyung up with me. 

Jungkook glances at me shyly, chewing his lip in thought. 

“I’ll stay over, yeah. But...can I...stay with you guys?” 

“Really?” I look down at him in surprise. “We’d love to have you join us if you want. It’s bathtime right now though, so if you want to sleep in my bed, you’ll join us.” 

Jungkook nods happily, following behind the three of us as we make the familiar trek to our big tub. Jungkook picks a nighttime bath bomb before climbing in, and they all start playing with the colorful suds like overgrown children. Once everyone is clean and refreshed, we head to the bedroom. Taehung lends Jungkook some sweats, and we all start getting comfortable on the bed, except for Jungkook. He stands at the end, observing us all take our places. Eventually, he seems to have picked a spot as he slides in between Jimin and me, giggling as Jimin grumbles about being pushed around. 

I lay back with a sigh, letting myself be engulfed in the warmth and comfort. Honestly, it was a bit like being in bed with the Kraken, but it was still lovely. 

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers near my ear as he turns his whole body towards me. I follow suit, even though we couldn’t see each other well with only moonlight. “Can I try something?” 

“Mmmhmm,” I mumble, still halfway to sleep. 

Jungkook’s lips are suddenly on mine, slightly wet like he’d licked them before, but soft and tender. Questioning, like he was trying to picture doing this a lot. He’s kissed me before, but I got it. This time it was with the future in mind. 

Finally, he backs away, sighing contentedly. “I think I want this.” 

“Jungkookie’s going to stay forever!” Taehyung yells enthusiastically, and I shush him as the other two giggle. 

Eventually, their breathing begins to even out as I lay there listening to them falling asleep, thinking to myself. I am so content and happy right now, and I can only hope that I can do the same for them. 

Taehyung falls onto the ground with a loud thump, grumbling a bit before he’s quickly back to snoring. 

I’m also going to need a bigger bed. 

[imaginecoderealize]

Could we perhaps get hcs for the main cast (+ finis and Sholmes) as to what they would do with a s/o on valentines day? (I have ordered release date delivery for Wintertide Miracles and have asserted that Van Helsing is going to be my valentine)

Valentines headcanons!

First, I am terribly sorry for the tardiness of my response! It is completely mod Apostle’s fault, and she humbly asks for forgiveness. I was away at a convention this weekend and underestimated how little time I would have before I left. Love doesn’t go out of date, I hope??

Mod Nautilus offers sweet love notes, while Mod Apostle’s are ficlets based on a theme of being separated on Valentine’s Day... with happy endings!

We hope you enjoy! We’ll see you again around the beginning of March! Until then have fun with Wintertide Miracles! ❄️

They are behind the cut for length....

LUPIN:

“I’m so glad you accepted my Valentine’s Day invitation, mon trésor! You look so excited, have you been wondering what sorts of adventures I have in store for you? Haha, calm down, calm down! There will be many surprises for the two of us.

Hmm… how does an invitation to a masque sound? I find that nobles are much more fun when they’re masked, it gives us glimpses of the true selves that they usually hide behind their reputations.

Ahaha, what’s with that expression? You want to know if I have something mischievous up my sleeve? My dear, who do you think you’re speaking with? Oh, but please don’t worry. Tonight, all eyes will be on you, and only you.”

****

Lupin planned for the day for weeks. He made all his lover’s favorite treats, made reservations at her favorite restaurant and bought romantic gifts. So when the day came and his lover needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, he was supremely disappointed. He didn’t want to make her feel bad, so he hid his feelings and told her they would celebrate when she come back, but Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Thief, couldn’t let his lover be alone on Valentines Day!

He saw her off with a kiss and a smile, asked Impey to use the ornithopter, loaded it up with all of his gifts, and headed to her destination. A little breaking and entering later, he snuck into her room...

He lit his rose-scented candles, put his champagne on a tray by the bed, donned his new red silk robe and arranged himself seductively on the bed to wait.

He heard the door open a few minutes later. His lover took in the sight of Lupin’s roguish grin, temptingly open robe, and champagne and laughed with relief, “I knew I could count on you.”

Lupin was confused for a moment, but then his lover took off her coat...

The gift he bought for her- the very one he couldn’t find that morning- adorned her body most enticingly.

“Were you looking for this?” she said with a giggle, “I didn’t think you bought it for yourself...” she looked a little ashamed,  “I am sorry... but... I hoped you would come. I would have felt silly wearing this to return to an empty room.”

Lupin gave his most winning grin, “Never fear, my dear. I would never allow my lover to sleep alone on Valentine’s Day.” he said warmly, and kissed her until she melted in his arms.

........

VAN:

“I’m glad you could make it. Hm? Why do I…? No, I’m not unhappy to see you, you should know better than that. I just had planned to cook a nice dinner for the two of us, but Lupin and the others… it turns out that they made dinner reservations for us.

… It’s at the Reform Club, one of the most exclusive locations in all of London. Lupin said that the Count had to go to a lot of trouble to get us access. I don’t know why they went to all of that trouble, I wanted to… hm? You look rather happy. What, you want me to relax tonight? Heh… I always have trouble saying no to that smile of yours. All right, then. But don’t worry, later on I’ll be sure to spoil you.

At that time… would you prefer chocolate or vanilla?”

****

Van hated to see the disappointment on his lover’s face when he told her he would need to travel on Valentine’s Day, but he could not shirk his duties to Delacroix. They shared a tearful kiss at the door before he left, and he promised to celebrate as soon as he came back, but he knew it wasn’t the same. He had forgotten such sentiment for a long time, but now even he recognized the importance of observing traditions together.

He finished his duties for the day and brooded over his lover being alone... it was wrong. No, he couldn’t let this happen. What kind of lover would he be to do something like that? He stood up.

“Hey, Helsing! Why are you making that face? Don’t tell me you and your sweetie are fighting again!”

He glared at the young king, “We don’t fight...”

“Well you must be if you’re here on Valentine’s Day looking like that! Or did you forget?!” he looked horrified.

Van berated himself silently, even the child king knew it was wrong to leave a lover on Valentine’s Day, “I didn’t forget. It was my duty to be here.” he muttered, “But now I—

“Don’t be stupid, Helsing. Go right now! Take the automobile. Maybe you can still make it back before midnight!”

...

His watch read 11:55pm when he squealed up the driveway. He vaulted out of the car and crashed through the door.

His lover ran out of the living room in a white cotton gown, hair loose around her shoulders. He felt starved of the sight, though he had only been gone for two days. He pulled her in his arms and kissed her until they were both breathless.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” he said between kisses, “I am... sorry...” he kissed her again, “to have left...” he lifted her in his arms and held her tightly against his chest, “Tell me, “ he undid the ribbons on her delicate gown, and kissed her throat. She made a little sigh of pleasure, “Tell me how I can make it up to you...”

She whispered her desire in his ear.

He felt his face warm at her suggestion, and smiled back at her. If that was his penance, perhaps he should misbehave more often.

......

FRAN:  

“Oh, you’re here! I’m so glad. The tests had gone well, but Sisi has a mind of his own at times… I wasn’t sure he’d follow the scent to deliver your invitation. Huh, the costume? Y-Yes, I put it together… I’m glad you thought it was cute.

Ah, I hope you like the flowers! I know roses are traditional, but I just couldn’t decide… so I also got you a daisy bouquet and a tulip bouquet. I thought they’d make a nice backdrop. I made some sandwiches for us, they aren’t fancy but I asked for Impey’s help so they should be delicious.

E-Eh? Feed me? Haha, that’s really… really cute of you. All right, but only if I can do the same. Hehe, okay, now… say ‘ahhh’!”

****

Fran hated that he needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, but he knew the conference was too important to miss. His lover encouraged him vigorously to go, but he still felt guilty about leaving.

Which is how he found himself coming home with the basket of kittens.

He often worked late or needed to attend lectures. He hated to think of his lover all alone and hoped the kittens would keep her company.

A tiny paw darted out and grabbed his finger.

“Ow!” he yelped, nearly dropping the basket.

The rest of the kittens joined the game and leapt out of the basket to climb up his chest and up to his shoulders, knocking his glasses askew and getting tangled in his hair while he yelped from being scratched with their sharp little claws. He desperately tried to get them to go back in the basket.... just as his lover opened the door to the house to see him covered with kittens.

She stared at him for a moment. A bemused expression on her face, and burst out laughing.

“Happy Valentine— Woah...!” Fran cried as his lover pulled him into her arms, kittens and all. Half the kittens leapt from his shoulder to hers. One still dangled from his coat.

She kissed him, “Welcome home... all of you!” she said, still giggling, “I love you, and I love our new family members.”

.....

IMPEY:

“Okay, my cute little engine, get ready to take my honey and I on the best Valentine’s Day date ever! I thought this would be fun, you know? Taking a nice drive out into the countryside. The sun is just beginning to dip, so we’ll be able to watch the sunset together and then…! Yes! Then we can go stargazing! Ahh, to see the stars reflected in my lover’s eyes, it’ll be like a dream!

Cold? Well, yeah, I guess it is February… but Mr. Impey thought of everything! Ta-daaaa! Check out these portable heating pads I made! Oh, don’t worry, I tested them a lot… got burned a lot, too, but hey! All’s well that ends well, right? E-Ehh… what’s with that expression… okay, okay! I have blankets, too! We’ll just have to scooch up real close-like together. … Ehehe, that might be even better. Waah, Impey, you’re a genius!

Hm? You saw me… working on the Ornithoper earlier? Yeah, I thought at first that a date above the clouds would be fun, but… I realized it would be too dangerous. Hahaha, not because of the Ornithoper, but because… honey, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you tonight. Pulling over is much easier than maneuvering an emergency love landing! Ahaha, your blushing so cute! But, there’s no need to be embarrassed… tonight, the only one watching us will be the moon.

****

“I’ll be back as soon as I can!” Impey declared confidently when he left two days ago. But there he was with a busted engine helplessly waiting for the replacement for the broken part he needed to be delivered.

He felt unaccustomedly depressed. He couldn’t believe he was leaving his precious angel alone on this most important day. He knew she would understand. She was a smart and resilient girl. He would make it up to her at length later, but he never wanted to disappoint her. He wanted to always be there to make her smile, always wake up with her tucked in his arms on special days. He certainly never wanted to leave her alone like this.

But there he was, miles away from the nearest train station with a busted motor and no way to get home.

He gazed up at the moon wistfully, thinking of all the nights they spend curled up under blankets looking at the moon and making plans... making love, too. It was the best time in his life.  

He squinted up at the moon... was that a new crater? No... it was moving.  He could hear a familiar high-pitched buzzing....

He jumped up from the hood of the car and stared at the sky in shock.

The ornithopter was coming.

His heart leapt. The Ornithopter was coming! That meant—!!

The ornithopter circled the clearing where he stood. He jumped and waved enthusiastically. The little aircraft flashed its lights and descended to land next to him. The door was flung open and his beautiful angel of the sky leapt out and into his arms, wrapping her arms around him while he laughed, “My honey came to the rescue! But that’s not fair! It is the noble knight that must rescue his princess!”

“Nonsense!” she snorted, “We don’t live in the dark ages.” she kissed him soundly, “I couldn’t let my hapless prince lie alone in a field on Valentine’s Day!” she held up the blankets she brought.

He grinned as brightly as the moon itself, “I am in your debt, Princess!” he gave her a suggestive wink, “Now what would you like for your reward, eh?”

She kissed him fiercely, “I can think of a few good ways for you to repay me.”

....

SAINT:

“I’m taking off the blindfold now. Hehe, were you able to figure out where I took you? Yes, I thought it would be a nice surprise… oh, tonight they aren’t performing any operas or ballet… tonight is something very special.

I remembered how fondly you were looking at my antique collection, and I thought it might be fun for us to visit an auction together. These auctions are usually so crowded, though, so I arranged for us to have a private viewing the night before. This entire theater is just for the two of us tonight, our own antique gallery. And, my dearest, if you desire anything you see… it’s yours. Whether it’s a few items or the entire show, I will make sure you’re able to start your own collection here tonight.

After that, I was thinking the two of us could go on a cruise- oh, you don’t have to worry about packing. I’ve ensured that everything you need has already been loaded onto the ship. Please forgive my selfishness, but the last time I was invited to an auction cruise, things didn’t go exactly as planned… haha, you understand, right?

Well then, beloved, the night is ours. Let’s dedicate it to our love of art… and our love for each other.”

****

She dropped her suitcase on the bedside table and dropped herself on the bed. She had been away too long. She didn’t think she could bear another lonely night. She knew Saint felt the same way. Sometimes she could feel his emotions from far away like the touch of ghostly fingers caressing her face. She sighed and flipped open her suitcase—

There, on top, was a letter.

She gazed at the familiar stationary, Saint‘s exquisite handwriting spelling out her name. She breathed in the faint scent of white flowers that was her beloved’s signature.

The only trouble was that she had been traveling for days. There was no such letter in her case.

Trembling, she opened the envelope—

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my beloved lady,

It pains me to apart today of all days, even if it is unavoidable. I miss you tonight. Do you have all you need on your travels? Do my words warm your heart enough to endure this absence?”

No... she thought. I need so much more.

“I cannot say the same. I can still feel the shape of you beside me in this bed, your fragrance on my pillow, your sweetness on my tongue. I need all of you here with me always. I wanted to leave you roses on your pillow, kisses on your lips, share tea with you in the morning, read to you in the afternoon. I want to take you places tonight that you’ve never seen. I want to see the wonder in your eyes. I want to hear you gasp with delight. I am a terribly selfish man, as you know too well, but tell me your desires and I will fulfill them. Your pleasure is mine also.”

How many times had he told her that? How many times had they done those things? How many times had she fallen asleep with a smile on her face, her body and soul perfectly content in every way? She kept reading...

“Close your eyes for me. Hear my voice. I am touching you now, my fingers on your lips. Now part them for me, yes... like that. Taste this. Is it sweet? This chocolate is said to be the finest in the world. Do you agree? It will taste sweeter from your lips, my love. Now lie back and think of me. Your wish is my command, tell me your desires. Tell me your needs. Tell me anything at all.”

She could almost taste the chocolate. Feel his fingers on her lips, “I love you.” was all she said. She could almost feel his body against hers. She laid back, undressing as if he watched her from the page of the letter.

“I love you, too. Hehe, Are you surprised that I can hear you? I can feel you, too. Can you feel me now?”

She could... it was almost too real.. she moaned a little...

“I know you can. I know. Oh, how I know. We share a bond to deep for mere miles to erase.

I need more than the thought of you. If you feel the same way...

Open your eyes.”

...

She felt soft lips against hers. Very real lips... her eyes flew open.

“Hehe. Are you surprised?” Saint said softly.

“What!? How—”

He put a finger over her lips, “Shh, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I am here with you now...” he kissed her again. His lips tasted of dark chocolate.

He pulled her into his arms, “Now, please, let me love you.”

....

SHOLMES:

“… And here you are. I’m not surprised, you’re always good at solving the fun little riddles I leave for you. Still, I found it rather charming that you left a riddle for me, as well. … It looks like we had the same place in mind, too. Yes, you told me once that you wanted to visit this tea house, didn’t you?  Haha! Was that how it went? I was the one who wanted to come here? Well, I really must thank you for remembering that, then. … You made reservations as well? My, it looks like we’ll have the whole room to ourselves…

Hm? You’re disappointed that I didn’t bring my violin? My dear, did you really believe that the night would be ending here? Hehe, no, it would be too early for that. After this, I want to take you to a garden I recently found. There’s a beautiful gazebo there, and I think the acoustics will make the performance much nicer. … Besides, tonight, you’re the only one I want to hear my music.”

****

Sholmes sighed and put down his newspaper. He knew he was being foolishly sentimental. February 14th was just a date on the calendar. It was nothing to get upset about to miss a single day together.

So why did he feel so out of sorts?

He knew perfectly well, but the knowledge was uneasy. He never felt this way before and it unnerved him. He considered his intellect to be above such trivial things.

He attempted to forget his melancholy by tidying the house, but was useless. He decided a walk might clear his mind...

....And immediately spotted a familiar figure slipping between two buildings.

No one else would have noticed her unique gait and peculiar habit of looking up at the sky when she was trying to be nonchalant, but he certainly did.

She told him she would be away for the week. What was she doing sneaking in alleys?

A little troubled, he turned from his path to follow her.

She led him on a merry chase through the city, ending when he saw her slip inside a window on a sleepy, tree-shaded street.

Waiting only a moment, he followed her.

—only to be lifted off his feet and pulled through the window.

The scent of his lover’s sweet vanilla perfume surrounded him.

He was being kissed.

Thoroughly.

He answered with hunger to match. It had been too long.... He suddenly didn’t care why his lover was sneaking through the city...

She released him, “Did you like your Valentine’s Day present?” she whispered in his ear.

He understood.

Feeling a little foolish, he laughed, “You win this time.” he kissed her, “Next time you won’t get so lucky.”

“I think it is you who is about to get lucky.” she said before wrapping her arms around his neck again.

.....

FINIS:

“Ha! Well, look at how dressed up you are! Huuuh? Date? You really went to all that trouble because you thought… V-Valentine’s Day? I wasn’t particularly paying attention to it… sister baked cookies for it, which you’re welcome to have. They really…. they are rather burned, aren’t they? Sheesh…

Candles? Can’t a man light some candles without it suddenly being for a particular occasion? And the flowers… wipe that smile off your face, it makes you look like a fool. … Ahh, fine! Fine! H-Here. Huh? No, my sister didn’t make these chocolates! … I made them. Had to fight off a fork-wielding little… b-but, anyway… I’m sure you’ll find these far better than those cookies—or anything else you might have received today.

I’ve never really… Valentine’s Day never… ….. I… hope you enjoy them. The fact of the matter is, I wanted to see you. I want to see you. It doesn’t have to be a particular day… I simply… want to be with you. … There’s that smile, again. … I suppose it isn’t always a foolish one.”

****

Finis was in a bad mood.

That wasn’t unusual. How can one be in a good mood surrounded by incompetents?

It had nothing to do with a certain person being absent from work because of a cold on Valentine’s Day. They were just the only person capable of doing their job correctly. He was just annoyed because it made his workload worse.

If he kept telling himself that, he might even believe it.

He finished up early and left without an explanation.

On his way home he was further annoyed by the displays in the shops. All lurid red hearts and foolish Cupids. Childish nonsense for frivolous people. He stomped away not looking where he was going and upset a cart full of flowers. A bucket tipped as he collided with it and spilled its contents on the ground.

It was his fault. He couldn’t expect the flower girl to suffer for his clumsiness, so he bought the things.

Now what? He certainly didn’t need a bucket full of pink roses.

That certain coworker wasn’t feeling well. Maybe this would cheer her up.... so she could get back to work and do her job!

Feeling thoroughly convinced, he turned toward her house.

He found her quietly reading a book with a cup of tea. Her face turned red when she saw the flowers. Maybe she had a fever.

She was crying and smiling as she thanked him. Her eyes bright with gratitude. He didn’t understand why girls did that. But... deep in his heart... he had to admit it made him... very happy.

[shogetsus]

Stripes of Auburn, Eye of Sapphire

22. Mai

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Summary: “I wasn’t the only isolated case of smallpox, back in the day. But I’ve been lucky to only lose an eye from it, that’s for sure…”

The harsh truth from the reality they live in weighs heavily on her. Masamune speaks as if somewhat detached from the horrible fact he lost his bride, of all people. However, to some extent she comes to understand a commander and head of a clan like him must have spent his entire life getting acquainted with death. May it be due to war, a disease, or just birth, the prospect of losing a loved one must be just that inevitable for people in that era.

Perhaps that’s why he goes by living life to the fullest, not missing a single moment.

Spoilers: Masamune’s route Warning for slight sexual themes.

Mai

“I came for a tryst.”

What? Did she hear him right? It wouldn’t be surprising otherwise, considering the very loud way her heartbeat begins to throb in her ears.

When at first Masamune had partially trapped her against the wall of her room, then he makes sure to let her know the new attempt isn’t going to end up as the former. Leaning an elbow beside her head, he cradles her cheek with his other hand, drawing Mai’s face up to meet his.

She’d previously thought she’d heard a purr, and turns out, it’d come from her all along. “Taking things a little faster, now?”

“What can I say, I do like turning up the speed on things,” His smirk widens, turning wicked and impossibly more alluring, “And you don’t seem to have any troubles catching up with me so far…”

Ever so temptingly and locking her in place with his gaze only, he slowly pulls the tie on her hair loose, her long copper locks falling over her shoulders like droplets. Somehow he manages to make such a simple gesture so erotic her breath catches, muscles going taut with anticipation.

“I left Kojuro in charge of Shogetsu for tonight. I thought you’d appreciate that,”

“I’m pretty sure I still see a large, imprudent kit in front of me,” Mai can’t help the small banter, visibly shivering at the feeling of his index finger sliding down the column of her throat.

Is she truly ready for a ‘tryst’ with ancient Japan’s most casual kisser, though?

Nah, he’s not really serious though.

With that in mind, her former hesitation takes a turn into a more playful mood, feeling up for indulging him in a little teasing game. And so, tiptoeing just slightly and holding onto his shoulders, she drops an open-mouthed kiss on Masamune’s cheekbone, right below his eyepatch. That side of his face feels a tad bit rougher to the touch, but it doesn’t make him any less attractive; in fact, rather the opposite.

“Tempting, but I think I’ll pass…” She breathes close to his ear, feeling more than glimpsing the way he worries his lower lip and sighs, low and deep.

“You keep saying that, kitten. It breaks my heart,” Leaning back, he fakes a pout while casually tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “I was kidding, though. Actually, I have a request for you,” Without further ado, Masamune properly enters her room, unfurling a large piece of blank paper on her desk—precisely in the same place when a certain letter was, mere moments ago.

The sight brings her back to the former source of her concerns, scratching the back of her head in an uneasy manner. Should she bring the Shingen Takeda subject up with Masamune? Truth be told, he doesn’t truly seem like the appropriate guy to confide such delicate topic on, all the more considering Shingen is technically his enemy by proxy, given Masamune’s alliance with Nobunaga.

It’s probably better if I meet with this envoy first, and then decide on what to do from then on, though. Besides, tonight doesn’t look like a good night to bring up something like that.

“Is something the matter?”

“Oh, no. It’s just… what gorgeous handmade paper!” Mai quickly brings up an excuse, “I guess since we are in the 16th century I can’t say its antique, but still!”

He quirks a brow, snorting, “Somehow that makes me feel old…”

“Haha, don’t be silly. But what’s it for?”

“I’d like you to draw me a picture,” Masamune says simply, “Something like what I saw in your sketchbook. I want to use it as a hanging scroll.”

A little confused, she tilts her head. What? He’s not meaning one of my clothing designs? That’s not really art, though. And come to think of it, he hasn’t yet returned the dress design he’d snatched from her sketchbook. “Why would you want that from me? I can’t really do calligraphy or landscapes…”

“Because I like your art. I can see the effort in it.” He replies in such a straightforward, matter-of-factly way it kind of stuns her for a moment. “It’s flawed in a rough, energetic way that makes it beautiful.”

Is he talking about her designs or himself just then? “Um, Masamune, they’re rough because they’re rough sketches…”

He shrugs, “I still think they’re impressive, and clearly something I haven’t seen before in my life,” His face softens, dropping a hand on her shoulder, “I really do appreciate the way you draw, Mai.”

The genuine, easygoing smile narrowing his face touches her heart, but most of it, his complete sincerity. It’s not just a vague praise, Masamune truly does mean every word he says.

“Thank you for that…” She can’t help beaming at him, a nice and warm feeling settling in, “Is that all you needed from me, though?”

“Yeah. And don’t worry if you mess up. I can always bring more paper,”

Plopping down on the floor beside her, Masamune’s eye is bright and vivid, and her cheeks start to hurt with how hard she smiles back at him. In reality, he’s the first person who’d thought of her drawings as actual art, and that mention alone makes her all the more joyful inside.

After looking down at the piece of blank paper before her, Mai summons the resolve to start. This will be my first time drawing a hanging scroll. I thought the pressure would block me, but I’m actually inspired!

Taking the closest brush and preparing some ink, first she settles for starting with a female figure, opting to figuring the rest out as she goes. It’s been some time ever since she doodled anything—a little more than a month, in fact—but doing something as menial as sitting down and draw something puts her more at ease than most things in the world.

Glancing fleetingly at him from time to time, Masamune remains quiet, resting a hand behind him and slipping into a relaxed position as he watches her draw. The metallic, golden crescent moon hanging on his belt and the curved patterns of his kimono catch her eye, bringing some inspiration from his ever so present moon theme.

It gets to be so easy for her mind to prone on thoughts of him lately, but she can’t truly help it. What are his favorite colors? Which patterns would suit him best? The first thing that comes to mind is that Masamune Date reminds her of a spring season—fresh, vivid, pleasantly warm and lively. The most colorful time of the year and, to some extent, the most positive in her opinion.

Struck with a nice idea, Mai continues her design in peaceful, companionable silence. “Hey, you. Still awake?” She says softly after a while.

“Mm-hm…” It’s a pretty relaxed response coming from a wordy guy like him.  

Lifting her brush, she gives him a good once over look, but he doesn’t look sleepy at all. However, he seems to be not quite here or there, watching her undisturbed yet most likely with his mind elsewhere.

It makes her smile regardless, content to have that comfortable moment between them. “Just so you know, I’m really happy you chose me for this. It means a lot you coming to me with this request.”

“Really, now?” A sort of realization dawns on his face just then, his eye widening, “Well, I’m glad.” Hesitantly, Masamune gives her the sweetest smile she’s so far seen in him, looking very much like a picture himself.

Man, if only I could frame that look on his face, so I could watch it every morning…

A soft, longing sigh appears to escape him, crawling closer. “I really do love seeing you smile, kitten…” Quite smoothly, he slips his arm around her, and her world suddenly shifts.

Huh? They’d moved so gently it takes her a moment to register she’s on the floor and Masamune’s over her. Out of the corner of her eye, Mai can see the brush rolling across the floor, ink trailing over the mat.

“Mai…” His fingers turn her face back up to his all too easily, warm breath fanning her lips. There’s something so incredibly tender in the way he stares at her, as if admiring a work of art.

The sight becomes impossible to resist, tilting her head up and dusting his lips with a fleeting kiss, barely touching. His hand travels up to cradle the back of her head, holding her so carefully, so lovingly, her heart feels like about to burst.

His chestnut bangs fall loosely over his face, close enough they tickle her cheek. “Just look at me…”

I am looking at you. You’re gorgeous, as always, and—

That train of thought doesn’t go further than that as Masamune returns to brush his mouth against hers; softly, seeming to take his precious time into savoring the texture of her lips, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her.

She can’t remember the last time she’d been kissed like that, if ever—the sort of kiss one could only see in the movies. That perfect and blissful kind, the one that comes former to a declaration of—

Tensing, only slowly she pries herself out of the moment. “I… think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

Masamune’s eye flutters open, looking somewhat drowsy. “You think so? On whose part?”

“Perhaps on both,” Her voice comes off hoarse, and that makes him laugh, not minding as much and bringing his lips to her neck, breath hot in her ear.

When he nips at her earlobe, her treacherous body lets her know it doesn’t think there’s a misunderstanding at all, acting on its own accord and reflexively grinding against his thigh. His hair is incredibly soft as it brushes against the crook of her neck, prompting her to wind her hands through his locks.

Damn, damn! What are we doing?

Catching the collar of her juban in his teeth, Masamune pulls it down wolfishly, baring her skin down to her collarbone. A particular well placed nip sends her eyes rolling backwards, a groan escaping her.

You’re a flirt, and this isn’t going to mean anything, and we have to stop before it does. Because it’s going to get worse if we don’t…

“Masamune…” A hand sneaks its way up her thigh ever so teasingly. Come on, you’re not 15 anymore, keep it together! “P-please, let’s hold up.”

To her relief, he does so right away, “For what?”

Looking up at her, Mai has a moment to think straight. “I was still in the middle of drawing your picture for one. Now there’s ink all over the floor.”

“Well, that’s a problem.” Not making a big deal about it, Masamune moves away to lay beside the futon, watching her with clear amusement.

“I mean it, though,” Even when toying with a strand of her hair, instant regret courses though her, missing his passionate touch the very moment she’s reprieved of it. No. no, I need to focus. “Look, I think you’re mistaken about something, Masamune. You and I aren’t a couple, or an item, or a ‘thing’.”

Those alluring fingers of his stop midway. “I… don’t know what any of that means.” He deadpans.

She straightens up a little. “We’re not dating? We’re not lovers? I mean, as nice and fun this is, I’m not quite okay with sleeping with you on the spur of the moment.”

“… Who’s saying anything about sleep?” What? Oh no. Oh, no, no. Cultural AND language barrier alert!

“Okay, what I mean by that is, uh, bedding me. The sleeping part comes afterwards.” Mai struggles to make her point as best as she can, hoping it’s enough, “And those other things? That’s someone you might be ‘sleeping with’.”

Oddly so, Masamune keeps shooting her a confused look. “Why would you do that, though? I have my own futon if I want to rest…”

“What?” That takes her aback, not quite getting where he’s going. “You’re not trying to say you never—“

But just then, “… Hey, Mai, it’s the middle of the night. Keep it down.”

Her face goes white as a ghost. And things just got worse! It’s Hideyoshi! He wouldn’t barge in, would he? He’d better not!

Masamune appears very skeptical of that, however. “I think we should hide.”

“You too?” Apparently, Masamune’s first instinct is to grab the futon cover in a rush, bringing her with it. Clutching her close to his chest, he lies down and throws the cover over both of them.

There’s no way Hideyoshi’s going to fall for this!

Pressed tight against him, she can’t see anything but hears the door slide open. “Mai? Did you already fall asleep?”

Dozens of unmentionable things to say cross her mind at that, putting an effort into biting the inside of her cheek to keep as quiet as possible. Masamune, I’m going to kill you AND Hideyoshi if he finds us!

An awfully tense moment goes by, and Mai looks up into his face, watching her partner in crime putting a finger against his lips—still amused to no end. Staring at him in awe, it’s hard to believe how her evening went from a lonely and almost depressing one, to so many gears up as that.

Every moment with him seems to feel like a whole new exciting experience to unfold. I feel like such a kid. Honestly, though, this is fun.

Pressing herself a little closer to Masamune, she can’t help giving him a conspiratorial smile. The only air around them is their breaths, making both their faces flushed. “He’ll never stop lecturing if he sees us…” He mouths.

“Shut it—!“ They whisper to each other, their quiet breathing heating the air even more, noses touching. And yet, every moment she spends staring into Masamune’s eye—the brightest light around—the more their bodies seem to mold around one another, something more than just mere heat growing below the covers of her futon.

Hideyoshi, hurry up and go already!

After a long, tense moment, Hideyoshi sighs. “I guess she was sleeping? She makes a lot of noise in her sleep. Her breathing sounds a little labored too. Maybe I’ll ask Ieyasu if there’s a sleep aid for her.”

Masamune purses his lips, starting to snicker. “Don’t you dare—“ She warns him with gritted teeth.

He shakes in her arms, trying his best to restrain himself. “I can’t help it…“

“Suck it up!” An eternity later, they finally hear the door shut close and the sound of footsteps retreating back down the hall. Mai is the first to take a peek from below the covers. “Is he gone?”

A quite disheveled chestnut head makes his appearance as well. “Looks like it.” As the two of them leave the futon, Masamune can’t seem to hold back his laughter any longer. “Hah—hahaha!”

“Don’t laugh, you’ll draw him back!”

It doesn’t seem easy at all for him to contain his fit now that it’s started, but at least he tries to muffle it by sticking his face into her pillow, dropping unceremoniously onto his back. “You can be expecting some medicine for your labored breathing soon.”

She snorts, “If it’s from Ieyasu it’ll probably taste really bitter!”

“Still, I’m impressed with Hideyoshi’s mind. ‘Mai, you’re talking too loud… in your sleep!’” A small snicker escapes her at his attempt imitating his voice, “I kind of feel for his wife, to be honest…”

Soon, Mai can’t hold her laughter in either, plopping down on the futon once again next to Masamune. “Wow! I can’t remember the last time I did anything like that, if ever. I’m exhausted.” Turning on their sides and facing each other, his gorgeous eye is full of mirth, and she’s certain she must be looking the very same as him.

“Me too. All that good energy spent on nothing.”

“If you hadn’t started this, we wouldn’t have had to hide. That’ll teach you to interrupt people when they’re drawing…”

He quirks a brow, “In my defense, you were smiling so cutely, I just couldn’t resist,” As if to make a point, he shoots her a toothy grin, not bothering to wait any longer and cradling her close once again.

To be completely honest, there’s something about their undeniable chemistry that makes it somewhat hard to understand. Mai hadn’t had that instant connection with anyone before, and regardless of how they’re both admittedly playing around and basking in the moment, she can’t deny that inescapable feeling of being drawn to Masamune.

It’s as if they’re bound by invisible strings. It would be silly to call it fate, yet it’s hard to describe it otherwise.

Climbing down from their mirth, Masamune idly traces soothing circles on her lower back, sharing a blissful moment of peace and quiet. She sighs contentedly at his ministrations, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing on his masculine scent.

An endearing chuckle escapes him. “You look tired, but not tired enough to poke your cheeks, kitten.”

“You endless tease…” She snaps her teeth in a mock show of threatening to bite his approaching finger, managing to crawl even further into his arms. “Want to stay the night?”

“… Is that the way in the future to propose ‘sleeping together’?”

At that, it takes her a moment to register what she just said, her growing slumbering mind seeming to have made the decisions for her. Turns out, though, it’s a near impossible effort to let him go back to his manor at that point, so she doesn’t regret her words quite as much.

“In fact, I meant actual sleeping,” That train of thought brings her back to a former comment, turning up to search into his gorgeous blue eye. “Riddle me curious, though, but why do I get the feeling you never, um, spent the night cuddling up with anyone before?”

Propping himself on his elbow, he snorts. “I think I know where you’re going with that, and no, I didn’t,” He says, “I don’t know your future time customs, but in here, only wives and concubines are there to warm up a man’s bed,”

“Oh, right. But now that you mention it, how are you still single?” She can’t help but wonder. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m just guessing a guy like you surely must have had a lot of prospects…”

“Hah, not really.” He shakes his head, “But I do appreciate the sentiment, kitten,” He adds up sultrily.

“Seriously?” Maybe she’s biased—Who am I kidding, I totally am—but she finds that hard to believe, “Huh, I just figured, as the head of a clan, taking a wife would be a sort of a priority to you,”

“Well, I do was set up to be wed once, with a pretty lady from a northern clan,” Masamune goes on, relaxing further into her futon, “My cousin Shigezane married her sister, though, so the clan got into my fief in the end,”

“And why didn’t you?” As far as she knew about, Masamune seems to be to some extent the highest figure in the northern provinces, “Wasn’t a good match or something like that?”

“Quite the opposite. My bride and I were childhood friends actually,” As lenient as he seems to be with talking about it, his smile doesn’t look truly sincere then.

“So? May I ask what happened?”

Something in the way his gaze wavers just slightly makes her suspect there’s more to it. Is it he doesn’t want to allow himself having a partner? Or is it just him not looking forward to leaving another widow to mourn in the world, considering his job?

“Well, Mego died.”

She breathes, eyes widening in shock. “What?” He lays that out so simply and in a straightforward manner, for a moment she can’t bring herself to believe him. But he has no reason to make up a lie, “I’m… I’m so sorry, Masamune.”

“What for? It’s not your fault,” He pats her hand in reassurance, looking painfully honest. “I wasn’t the only isolated case of smallpox, back in the day. But I’ve been lucky to only lose an eye from it, that’s for sure…”

The harsh truth from the reality they live in weighs heavily on her. Masamune speaks as if somewhat detached from the horrible fact he lost his bride, of all people. However, to some extent she comes to understand a commander and head of a clan like him must have spent his entire life getting acquainted with death. May it be due to war, a disease, or just birth, the prospect of losing a loved one must be just that inevitable for people in that era.

Perhaps that’s why he goes by living life to the fullest, not missing a single moment. Oh, Masamune. And here I thought my life sucked. My troubles seem so small and pointless in comparison to all he must have gone through.

Struck with a sudden urge to just touch him, Mai reaches out and takes his hand in hers, “I wouldn’t call it just luck, though. I think, above that, it was your strong will what got you through,” Now aware of his admitted weakness, she puts an effort into smiling her most genuine smile, “I really like that about you…”

His face softens, taking the effect she’d been looking forward to, “Aside from my good looks, right?”

“What do you think?” Shooting him a sultry look, she opts onto changing the mood, “But you know what? Considering you just admitted you never experienced the pleasure of cuddling up, allow me to show you what you’ve been missing,”

“You’ve got my attention, kitten…”

She’d be a fool to think she’s only leaning forward and kissing him for other reasons aside of an all-consuming need to do so. Truth is, she wants him as close as humanly possible, craving for the warmth of his lips like a thirsty man in the desert.

If Masamune believes it’s selfish of her, he doesn’t seem to mind at all, eagerly following and going down atop the futon together in a messy bundle of arms and legs. “Now, lay down, tiger,” She advises after they part for breath.

Straddling him, Mai then proceeds to slowly and gently disrobe him, all the time under the scrutiny of his very intense gaze. His black cape goes off first, then the white belt holding his hakama in place, and so until he’s just down to his under kimono, leaving both in a matching state of dressing.

A teasing hand snakes up her thigh, and as tempted as she is to turn things more spicy, miraculously she finds the strength to refrain herself just so, dropping at Masamune’s side on the pillow. “Hey, I said just sleeping, remember?”

“Alright, alright…” Faking a pout, he seems rather more curious to see where she’s getting at than anything else, his eye fluttering close as her hands thread into his locks.

Turning off the lantern, the moonlight coming from the slit of the doors to her veranda haloes Masamune’s figure in breathtaking silver hues; his eye, half-lidded, still staring at her, seeming to enjoy her ministrations on his hair. Her fingers find the tie of his eyepatch, and after waiting for his explicit approval, the cloth goes off as well, dropped next to his pair of katana and rest of his clothing at the side of the futon.

Still massaging his scalp in soothing strokes, he hums contentedly. “Mmh, this is nice,” He manages to use whatever strength is left in him to pull her flush against his torso, legs tangling together under the covers.

Soon, his hums turn into quiet breaths, finally falling into a slumber, leaving Mai to bask upon the adorable view. All her worries appear to not matter as much anymore then, preferring to watch over him, not minding for what may come tomorrow.

For now, the world resumes to just the two of them, cuddled in each other’s arms. And she can only hope for the night to never end.

[crowkingwrites]

Ship It

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Request:  If your request are open can you do another ramsay bolton where they are in high school and he is popular and he slowly falls for shy reader but he won't admit it because he is dating someone else but they hookup with each other at a party and she finds out she is pregnant with his baby and in the end they get together. I really love your writings they are amazing and your an amazing writer. Thanks

Author’s Notes: Totally didnt intend this one to be this long, but here we are.

Written for: @bittenwolf45

Words: 4973 //  [Ao3 Link]

“Ms. Y/N, can you read the next paragraph out loud?” the history teacher asked you. When you shifted in your seat, you locked eyes with him again. Ramsay Bolton was among the rich and popular at North Westeros High School. He chewed at the eraser on the end of his pencil, waiting to hear you speak like the rest of the class. You enjoyed history. It was the only class you shared with him, and it was your favorite subject.

You read aloud a summary of a battle long ago. A civil war within a single house that almost destroyed everything. It was sad how a family can break apart and kill each other for power, but that was history. You’ve seen worse at home where your stepsiblings would argue with each parent. Civil war wasn’t foreign in your life. It was relatable.

The school bell rang for the day and everyone was out of their seats within seconds. You understood. History seemed bland to everyone else. It was boring. Who wanted to listen to a bunch of words dead men said? You packed up your things slowly, taking care to keep everything in neat order. You almost left the classroom when your teacher called your name.

“Sorry, Mr. Cayce. Is something wrong?”

“No, no. I only wanted to give you something,” Mr. Edgar Cayce handed over a pamphlet and an application to you. “There’s an internship program at the museum downtown. One of my past students is in charge there. I recommended you and showed her your last two papers. I think you should apply. It would open some doors for you.”

You smiled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Cayce. That’s really thoughtful of you. I’ll think about it.” You tucked the pamphlet and application between your folder and notebook and ducked your way out of the classroom. The next thing you saw was a redheaded girl kissing Ramsay’s cheek. She played with his fingers and they walked off together. His eyes lingered on you for a moment and then back to his girlfriend.

You couldn’t say it stung you. Ramsay and his girlfriend had been going out with each other for months. You were used to seeing them together. It was hard to swallow. You daydreamed so many times over the idea of you kissing his cheek and playing with his fingers. You also daydreamed of other thoughts that made your cheeks warm.

None of your naughty thoughts were known to the world. You only had one friend you were attached to. And even he didn’t know about your quiet crush on Ramsay.

“So, are you going to do it?” “I don’t know. There’s just a lot of people, you know?” you sighed. “What if I mess up something?”

“You won’t,” David reached his hand over to touch yours. “This is something you really love. Working at the museum for the summer? Getting out of your horrid house? Surrounded by artifacts and other people like you? It’s perfect for you. I think I know what’s really wrong here.”

“What?”

“You’re scared, honey,” David only called you honey when he dropped any kind of truth on you. The first time you brought Crocs? Honey. When you thought Santa Claus was real at 15? Honey. When you thought that RuPaul’s Drag Race was a show only for gays? Hoooonnnnnney. Ru Paul’s Drag Race is for everyone.

David picked up his phone and opened Facebook. His newsfeed with buzzing with LGBTQA articles, friends posting selfies of themselves, and people haring inks of cute kitten videos. His friends number was upwards of 250 people. You frowned. You knew exactly what he was going to say.

“You’re so scared of rejection that you miss out on everything! I mean, look at—

“We’ve had this conversation before.”

“And the point still stands,” David firmly spoke. “This is perfect for you. Take it, damn you. I mean, fuck, if Ms. Reyes handed me an internship for Vogue, you best believe I would not be here moping to my best friend about it.”

“I guess you’re right. It would be really cool,” you half-smiled. The idea of spending all summer in a museum with people like you. Away from people screaming. Away from everyone who didn’t matter. That was perfect. “Could you help me pick out an outfit for the interview?”

“Interview? Are you getting paid?” David’s eyes lit up like Christmas. His flat brown hair seemed to have static electricity running through it. His glasses reflected like a Japanese anime character ready to make a stand.

“No, there’s a couple rounds of interviews to get a place in the program,” you explained, almost laughing. “I wanna look my best.”

David’s smile turn to sheer horrific glee. “I watched Devil Wears Prada 79 times. I am prepared for this.”

The flats you borrowed from David’s sister went perfectly with the green dress that David picked from your closet. Your hair was loose in curls around you, and David forced you in his bathroom to wear makeup. It certainly wasn’t your comfort zone, but at least your feet were comfy.

After receiving instructions from front desk information, you found yourself in the waiting room of Anna Nguyen, PhD. The room was mostly empty save for Anna’s assistant at her desk and Ramsay sitting in one of the few chairs by the office. You found yourself unable to breathe for a moment. Your head filled with questions.

Was what he doing here? Is he wearing an Armani suit? Does he even like history? What was he doing here? Did Mr. Cayce give him an application too? Is he that smart? What was he doing here?

Why was he here?

You quietly made your way over to one seat over from Ramsay. You took out your resume and recommendation letters and read over everything. You heard something shift and a voice.

“Hey, it’s you,” Ramsay said. “Y/N? We have History together.” Your mouth ran dry. You cleared your throat before you said anything.

“Yeah.”

“I guess you’re here for the internship?” He asked you. You nodded your head. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Not much for talking, hm? You’re probably smarter than me, but I’ll still get a place in the program. Don’t think you’re better than me.”

“I don’t.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’m better than you.” You explained. “But why are you here? You don’t like history.”

“You’re wrong.” Ramsay shot at you. “I do. Mr. Cayce wanted me to be here. He gave me the app.” Your questions were being slowly answered.

“I didn’t know. I thought I was the only one.”

“Well, you weren’t, Miss Perfect.”

“I’m not perfect.”

“Do you have straight A’s?”

“Yes, but—

“Then you’re perfect.” He replied with a huff. You knew Ramsay was hard to get along with. He wasn’t popular because everyone liked him. He was popular because everyone feared him. You still liked him anyways. He never bullied you, but this conversation wasn’t going well. You heard the assistant call your name. She gestured you to go inside the office for the interview. You nodded and left Ramsay behind.

“Hey, Perfect,” Ramsay called out to you. You turned to him one more time before entering. He winked. “Good luck in there.”

You thought about that for the rest of the day. On the way home, your eyes glazed over. In your bedroom, you stared at your personal journal. Trying to figure what to say. The words played over and over. His wink. That small smile. Someone had to know. You couldn’t keep these thoughts to yourself.

“What?” David said at lunch that next Monday louder than you wanted.

“Keep your voice down,” you whispered.

“I didn’t even know you liked people! Ramsay tho?” David nodded, tucking his finger under his chin. “I can see it. I ship it.”

“What? No. He has a girlfriend. It’s fine.”

“Still ship it.” David reaffirmed.

“He didn’t like me very much during the conversation we had.”

“Did he smile at you?” David asked.

“Yes,” you answered. “And he winked at me.”

David dropped his water bottle like a mic. “Ship it.”

When you received the email that you made it into the next round of interviews, you were ecstatic. This time you showed up in a pink blazer with a white blouse underneath. Your black slacks complimented your short heels, but what you liked the most was the statement necklace David nabbed from another friend for you. You swore that your closet was anything David could get his hands on.

You showed up holding your phone in your hands. You scrolled through every note you took from social media about group interviews. Your breathing matched your heart. Both seemed to be going fast. Group interviews were never your thing, and will never be your thing.

“You alright?” Ramsay asked. You looked up to see the Bolton with a button up shirt and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You it your lip. You considered lying for a moment, but you were terrible at lying. Why would you lie? It was written all over your face. This was not fine.

“No,” you said in the smallest voice. Your downcast eyes found the floor much more comforting to look at than your crush. “Is it the group interview? You have nothing to worry about,” Ramsay said casually. “They only do this to make good candidates nervous. You’ll be fine.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re perfect,” Ramsay gave you another small smile. “You’ll be measured against your peers, that’s me, and they’ll see how good you are.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, I’m still getting a place in the program. Don’t worry about that.” His cockiness was on full display. He eyed other candidates as they filed into the room. Both of you took a seat next to each other. Ramsay leaned over to you. “Put it away. You’ll look distracted. If you’re still nervous, remember that you have the highest GPA of everyone in this room.”

“What? That’s so dumb. Why would I—

“You do. I already did the research. You have the highest GPA out of everyone in this room.” Ramsay finished his thought. He leaned back as the group interview started. Dr. Anna was there, but it was the Program Director that led the interview. Three other candidates introduced themselves while you and Ramsay were last. They shot easy questions at first. Why do you want to be in this program? What draws you to history?

But then came the more difficult questions. Why should they pick you? What do you have to bring to the table? You answered your best until you remembered what Ramsay told you.

“Ms. Y/N, what are your biggest weaknesses?” the Program Director asked you. Everyone’s head turned towards you.

“I believe my biggest weaknesses are my shyness and how introverted I am.” You watched two of the interviewers lean forward. “I may be quiet, but it’s something I’d like to work on. If I was offered a place here, I would be in good company. Learn and teach from thoe around me and create new friendships.”

You almost wanted to slap your momma that was such a good answer. You watched Ramsay’s smile grow because of you.

“Mr. Bolton, what are your strengths?”

“I know more about that painting to the left than you do,” Ramsay’s quick tongue earned a heated response.

“Do you?” The Director challenged. Ramsay leaned forward.

“The Arnolfini Portrait was painted by Jan van Eyck in the 1430’s. It’s a double full length portrait depicting an Italian merchant and his soon to be bride.” “You can’t prove that his bride.”

“I can.” Ramsay smiled. “Erwin Panofsky and other accredited art historians regarded this as a unique form of marriage contract, recorded as a painting. It was one of the first portraits done entirely in oils and highly regarded for its perspective. Of course, that’s only a copy. The original is in London. Any questions?”

You watched the Director frown and crumble up paper on the spot. You thought you could hear him say ‘that little shit’ under his breath. After the group interview was finished, you waited around for Ramsay who spoke with the art historian. He looked at you and did another double take. He excused himself, walking towards you.

“You know, you’re not the nicest guy at school—or ever,” you shot a look at the Director whose sour face could not be wiped from his face.

“I’m not. Why do you bring it up?”

“Why are you helping me?” you asked. Your hands fiddled with your phone. “Don’t you want a place for yourself?”

“Of course I do, do you think I’m an idiot?”

“No, but that doesn’t answer my question.” Ramsay blankly stared at you for a moment before rolling his eyes.

“This program leads to promising futures. I would rather make my alliances now,” Ramsay explained. You narrowed your eyes.

“Wha-I-Is this some kind of medieval time war game? A game of thrones? Or something?” you blurted out.

“It’s principle. I help you now. You’ll help me later.”

The words made sense, but it certainly didn’t help your feelings. You would still watch him from afar. As soon as the bell rang, Ramsay was in his girlfriend’s arms. Your stomach didn’t forgive you whenever you watched. It felt like torture every single time.

You didn’t know much about her. Only that she was just as popular, an average student, and her hair was kissed by fire. She was a fiery one. And wild. No wonder Ramsay liked her so much. And you were…the exact opposite. Quiet, unpopular, cautious, nervous. The words flowed through your head. You couldn’t hold a candle next to her.

You turned to go to your own lockers. You couldn’t watch them together anymore. Not when you and Ramsay had grown so much closer than you ever expected.

The reviewing process for the museum summer program was underway and it was only a matter of days until you found out whether or not you had a place in it or not. You decided to distract yourself in the school library going over your notes for your next history test. Your eyes almost glazed over until he sat down in front of you.

“Why are you always dressed like this?” Ramsay asked.

“What do you mean?” you replied, looking up from your notes. Ramsay gestured to your outfit. Another t-shirt and jeans. It was easy. No real thought into it.

“This. Why don’t you wear your other clothes to school?”

“The interview clothes?”

“Yeah,” Ramsay scoffed. “Don’t you want to impress some guy you like?” You felt your heart skip a beat. Heat rushed to your cheeks.

“W-well, it’s just looking good isn’t that important. I would rather study.”

“Rather study,” Ramsay mocked. “High school isn’t life or death, you know. You should wear your other clothes. You’re prettier in them.”

Ramsay got up from the seat and looked towards the library entrance. His girlfriend entered and waved him over. He nodded and then looked back to you.

“Stop studying. You’ll be fine. Remember? You’re perfect.” Ramsay tapped the table twice and left. Your mind was reeling. He thought you were pretty. Well, he thought you were pretty in your ‘other’ clothes. Did he like you? No, he has a girlfriend. He likes her. He called you perfect again. Was he being sarcastic? The questions and answers spiraled in your head so much that when you were in history you almost wrote Ramsay’s name instead of the correct answer on the test.

But you tried it.

The next day you wore your ‘other’ clothes to school. You did your hair. You even put a little more makeup on. Just to see. Yes, more people looked your way, and the attention was a bit much. You noticed Ramsay’s friend looking at you longer than you were comfortable with.

It was almost lunch and you carefully put your English notebook away when you felt a close presence behind you.

“See? Much better,” Ramsay smiled. You looked around for a moment, catching Ramsay’s girlfriend eye. She was seething.

“What are you doing?” you asked. Ramsay finished texting on his phone and his attention turned back to you. “You and I are going to Mr. Cayce’s classroom.”

You looked back at her. She was still seething. You almost thought she was on fire. “Your girlfriend doesn’t seem to be too happy.”

“She doesn’t matter,” Ramsay shrugged. “Don’t worry. She’s not mad at you. She’s mad with me, and frankly it’s getting fucking annoying.” Ramsay said that last sentence particularly louder. Both of you looked her way. She rolled her eyes and walked off with their mutual friends.

The walk to Mr. Cayce’s classroom was quiet. Until, Ramsay’s hand brushed by yours. You wanted to say something or mumble some sort of apology. When you glanced at him, he seemed too satisfied with himself. As if he did it on purpose. What game was he playing at? You were going to protest his mockery with your anger when you reached Mr. Cayce’s door.

He smiled wide and welcomed you both inside. He placed his hands on his hips. “Congrats to both of you! You made it.”

You felt like you could fly. You felt a sad weight lift off your chest and joy fill it in its place. Your summer would be spent around art, statues, artifacts, and anything you could get your hands on. You would be in the company of other people who did what you wanted to do for a living. You wouldn’t be stuck in your house listening to another argument or hiding away from the tension. In your glee, you squealed and hugged Ramsay much tighter than you planned to.

You blinked and realized you were holding your crush and that his face was inches from yours. Heat rushed to your cheeks again and you let go, mumbling a short ‘sorry’. You watched Ramsay’s face go from confusion to a secret satisfaction in seconds. He was enjoying your embarrassment.

“Thank you, Mr. Cayce,” Ramsay spoke for the both of you. “What do we need to do now?”

“Keep your grades up for the rest of the year,” Mr. Cayce explained. “I’ll get more information to you when it becomes relevant. And celebrate! Both of you did so well!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ramsay smirked. “We’ll celebrate.” He winked at you. When you told David about it, he almost fell to the floor.

“I can’t believe he said that.” David was beside himself. “He’s so into you.”

“He makes fun of me. He knows I like him a lot and he makes fun of me for it.”

“So, Ramsay’s a little mean. He’s still into you.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“He told you that you were pretty.” “He says I’m pretty in these clothes.”

“He called you perfect.”

“He’s mocking when he says that.”

“I still ship it,” David said while sipping away at his cool drink. He stopped and then he started to hit you repeatedly. “There’s a party! It’s at some fucker’s house! He’s gonna be there! We have to go!”

“What? No!” you reacted. “I don’t like parties. There’s so many people. And there’s gonna be drunk people—

“He said you two were gonna celebrate! This is it! It’s your chance!”

“I have no chance with him.” David was having none of your negativity (as best friends usually do). Before you knew it, you were at the house party in another outfit David put you in. Only this time, it wasn’t for an interview. Your thigh highs showed off your legs while your new crop top (that David may or may not have cut in the car) showed more skin you’ve ever shown in your life.

David led you into the house party. Loud music played while everyone’s conversation with each other were louder. Red solo cups were filled with a mixture of alcohol and punch. A few girls looked your way and commented on your outfit.

“Y/N? Wow! You look so good!” one of them shouted. “Total queen bee right now!” You smiled and nodded. Sometimes you forgot how nice girls were. As you continued through the party, you noticed more smoke clouds, couples kissing in secret, and someone dressed as a banana? You shook your head and kept going.

David pushed you towards Ramsay and his friends. You watched him chug down another beer. Ramsay took one look at you and spit out half of his beer. His eyes were wide as a hungry dog watching dinner be made.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, but you heard him. “Y/N?”

“Hi,” you waved.

“You’re here,” Ramsay looked down your shirt. “In that.” You nodded. Silence feel between both of you. David rolled his eyes. He couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.

“Have fun with your dick appointment,” David said and left without another word.

“Dick appointment?” Ramsay laughed. He looked back to you and bit his lip. “You wearing that for me?”

“No,” you said in your smallest voice. This couldn’t be anymore mortifying. Ramsay’s smile grew wicked.

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re wearing that for me.”

“Ramsay—

“Y/N,” he teased. You could smell his hoppy breath. “Am I the dick appointment?”

You bit your lip as a response. What else could you say? Ramsay’s mouth salivated like a dog. You watched him lick his lips and his eyes set on you.

“I knew it,” he said as he grabbed you. He pushed through people to get you into a small bedroom. Ramsay barricaded the door and turned to you. “You have no idea what I wanna do to you.”

You felt Ramsay’s hand run up your thigh. His fingers found their way inside your panties. They moved back and forth along your pussy. His mouth found yours not long after. Your mind raced. This is what you dreamed about. What you always wanted was now a reality. You’ve never done anything like this before.

Your hands ran through his hair, kissing him back. You couldn’t have enough. He tasted exactly like the beer he chugged and the junk food he shoved into his mouth, but who cares? In this one moment, he was yours. You opened your mouth and moaned. Ramsay’s fingers went inside of you and you moaned more from pleasure than from pain.

You found yourself in a tangle with him. Both of you were panting and sweating. Ramsay pressed himself against you as he thrusted inside of you. He was rough. He held your hands above your head and kept going. You had him. He was all over you with no sign of stopping.

Each second with him grew more intense. He buried himself in your neck. Your hands held him close, but you wanted him closer and closer. You heard the bedframe moving and the music disappear. All you heard was him grunting. All you could feel was him. His arms around your body. His mouth on yours.

He was so horrible to everyone, but he felt so wonderful. He groaned your name loud and your felt warmth between your legs. He lifted himself off of you and sat on the bed. You started to hear the loud music again. His eyes focused in the dark. As did yours. Then the shameful realization came to you.

“You cheated on her with me, didn’t you?” you asked. Your stomach churned when he didn’t answer you. You dressed yourself and set off without another word. David caught you storming out the party.

“What happened?” David asked, grabbing you. He saw your teary eyes and shaky breath.

“I just wanna go home.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Please just take me home,” you said. You couldn’t sleep for the next couple of days. You watched Ramsay hold her hand. Ramsay kiss her on the lips. All while you knew exactly what both of you did together. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak or look at Ramsay.

But he was insistent on speaking with you. He left several notes in your locker when texting wouldn’t work. He stared at you during history class. Whenever you saw him coming towards you, you avoided him. Suddenly, spending the summer with him at the museum didn’t sound wonderful anymore. If he could do that to his girlfriend, he could do that with you.

Three weeks went by just like that. Avoiding him. Not looking at him. Pretending like he didn’t exist. At first, you thought you were sick. You skipped a day and thought your nausea would go away. Then, it was the fatigue. You barely could keep awake in history class anymore. Your body felt sluggish as if you had to drag yourself to do everything. You thought it was weird that your period didn’t come.

Wait.

Your period didn’t come.

“I’m so scared,” you told David. He waited with you in his bathroom, trying to keep you calm. The seconds felt like forever.

“It’s fine. You’re going to be fine,” David rubbed your back in circles. It felt comforting, but it couldn’t solve the current issue. “This could all be stress. I mean, isn’t your stepsister suing your dad for something?”

“Yeah, for rent, and he’s countersuing.”

“See? Stress. You have a lot on your plate. It could be nothing.” David tried reassuring you, but the seconds were up. The results of the pregnancy test could change your life. Your stomach flipped and turned. Your chest felt tight. You held the small item in your hands and saw the two blue lines.

It was positive.

Everything was a blur. The room had to be spinning. This couldn’t be happening. You had plans. You wanted to go to college. You wanted so much more. Monday came around, and you felt the same. Sluggish, shitty, and trying your best. When you approached your locker for the first class of the day, you saw Ramsay. He watched you not too far away.

You had to tell him.

Quickly thinking of something, you wrote down a meeting time and place on a piece of notebook paper. You approached him saying nothing and handed him the note.

“You’re acknowledging me now? What’s this?” Ramsay took the paper and unfolded it. “What is it?”

“We’ll talk later. That time. That place. Ok?”

“We can’t talk now? Because that’s what we’re doing, we’re talking now.”

“Ramsay, I don’t have the time. I have to go to class.”

“No, you really don’t. Talk to me. Now.” Ramsay waited for you to say something. All you could manage was sigh and close your eyes.

“I’m pregnant, Ramsay.”

Ramsay blinked. He stood there, almost unfazed. “You’re what?”

“I’m pregnant. With your child. It’s yours.” Your vision started to blur. Your face felt wet. Ramsay looked around and took you aside. The bell rung and the hallway was nearly empty of everyone save for a few tardy students.

“You’re serious?” Ramsay’s hands fell on your shoulders. You nodded, trying to keep tears back. Ramsay let out a long and slow exhale.

“I’m sorry,” you said through the tears. “I can get rid of it. I’m not asking for anything.”

“Oh shut up,” Ramsay kissed your forehead, almost smiling. “This…changes a lot of things, but we can do this, alright? Stop crying.”

“We?”

“You didn’t think I would let you do this on your own, did you?” Ramsay tucked his finger under your chin.

“What about—

“We broke up. Three weeks ago. She found out from one of her friends. Took a picture of us going up the stairs. She wasn’t too happy. I didn’t really care.”

“You don’t care about a lot of things, do you?” you felt anger coursing through your veins. You wanted to slap him. Of course he didn’t care. You let your hand fly until he caught it.

“I care about you, Miss Perfect,” Ramsay said in your face. “I don’t regret what we did that night.” You looked down at your belly and then back to him. “Not even now?”

“Not even now,” Ramsay took your hand. “Are we doing this or not?”

The summer went by and so did the internship. When fall came, you opted out of going back to school with David and Ramsay. You entered into an online school where you could finish your high school degree. It was easier. Less people.

David was more than happy to help you in every way possible. He wanted to throw you a wonderfully big baby shower. That is, until you were thrown out of the house. Your father wouldn’t tolerate or deal with ‘baby drama’. David and his family took you in.

When Ramsay found out, his heart broke for you and his anger grew against your father. Ramsay moved you in with him and his family. Roose thought you were kind, but naïve. Walda, Ramsay’s stepmother, loved having you around. They were uch nicer and more forgiving than your own family.

When the day finally came, you pushed for hours. You cursed and screamed at Ramsay at first which frightened him. He’d never seen you like that. That day, he made an important mental note to never ever piss you off. You both heard the cries of your little baby girl. She had your eyes, but she barely opened them.

Ramsay and you laid back in the bed, looking down at her and reflecting on the past nine months. Both of you heard a high-pitched squeal to see David. He held an armful of balloons, a teddy bear, and flowers.

“Hi David,” Ramsay greeted. David still squeaked, looking at both you. Ramsay rolled his eyes. “What is it?”

David smiled and like a cute fangirl, he squealed, “I ship it.”

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