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filthyfluffyfantasies · 1 year ago

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: breeding kink is heavily hinted at in writer's own amateurish way, unprotected p in v -with the intent to procreate, biting/marking, petnames and dirty talk, steve's weak af pullout game, creampie and swearing. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - creampie / breeding kink

character | fandom - steve harrington | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, roommate turned girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.9k

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a lost little girl at a Halloween carnival ignites your baby fever. when you make this known to Steve, he does his very best to make both your lil dreams a reality. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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The little Fall Fest is in full swing downtown near the park. You and Steve make your way through the entrance, greeted by Robin and Nancy as the two rush over, sharing a bag of cotton candy.

❝ You two finally made it.❞ Robin laughs as she slips an arm around Nancy, pulling her closer so that the people trying to walk past can get around them a little better. Nancy looks from you to Steve, laughing at your choice of couples costume. ❝ Lemme guess..❞ she muses after a few seconds, ❝ You’re Pete Mitchell..❞ she nods to Steve and he chuckles, reaching out to take some cotton candy from Robin’s bag. Nancy studies you and as soon as she realizes that you've borrowed Steve's button up and a pair of his old gym socks, the same dark tinted sunglasses he wore frequently while dating her, she laughs. ❝ Joel Goodson?❞

You laugh and give a thumbs up. ❝ I might be the frozen version if it keeps getting colder.❞ you respond, Steve wraps himself around you from behind and as he nuzzles hair away from your neck, he drops a lazy kiss or two against your skin. ❝I won't let that happen, princess.❞ he murmurs.

❝Ugh, you two get a room.❞ Robin scolds, but you're quick to turn it around on her seconds later when Nancy is all cozied up to her as the four of you are wandering the midway.

You're waiting in line for funnel cake when Steve feels a tug to the thigh of his jeans.

He glances down and as soon as he sees the red faced crying 5 year old looking up at him in a pink coat way too thin for the weather, he drops down to her eye level. You do the same, the both of you trying to coax the little girl into a more calm state.

❝ M-my mama..my mama left me.❞ she sniffles. You go over to the food vendor and grab some napkins, sitting down on cool grass in front of her as you wipe her nose clean. Then you wipe her tears.

Steve watches you quietly. He's trying to keep his distance because he doesn't want to scare the little girl and make things worse. She's calm right now, you're doing an amazing job at seeing to that.

❝ Maybe she's just in the bathroom, sweetheart.❞ you coax the little girl but she shakes her head, dark brown curls bouncing. You glance over at Steve and motion for his leather jacket, draping it around the girls small shoulders. She’s staring at Steve quietly.

Then she steps in front of him. ❝ I'm scared. She did this before and she didn’t wanna come back but they made 'er.❞

Your heart breaks when the little girl says that. She melts against Steve and you stand. ❝ I'll be right back. I'm gonna go check the bathrooms.❞

Steve nods, standing up as he adjusts the lost little girl from one side of his body to the other. Her head settles against his chest as the last of her tears fade. And the more you see, the more you're convinced.. he will be an amazing father one day.

What throws you for a loop and has you blinking is the thought that follows immediately, I can't wait.

❝ I'm going to check the bathrooms now. Take her and go find Chief Hopper. Somebody needs t' know.❞ and with a peck against his stubbled jaw, you're gone, Robin and Nancy in your wake.

All Steve can think about is the look on your face when the little girl revealed that this isn't the first time her mother has possibly abandoned her. You were so angry that he saw your hands shake a little. He can't stop thinking about the way you sprung into action, all those maternal instincts you once joked that you don't have, taking over without hesitation.

It got him hot and bothered and now, all he can think about is the mental image formed as he watched you with the lost little girl just now. She’s gonna be an amazing mom someday. - he's a little stunned at just how easy it is to picture. I can’t wait.

That thought shocks him, not as much as the images his mind conjures up not even a second later in response to it, but it definitely takes him by surprise.

He pulls himself out of his daze when he spots Jim Hopper nearby.

As he's explaining the situation to Jim as the little girl explained it to him, you wander up with Nancy and Robin in tow.

❝ Did you find her mom?❞ Hopper asks.

❝ Nobody was in there.❞ you answer, reaching out to take the little girl from Hopper’s arms. ❝ Shh.❞ you soothe her as she starts to cry again, ❝ It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. Maybe she's looking for you right now.❞

Hopper clears his throat. ❝ You two okay takin her? I'll go find Cal and we'll try lookin around too. If we can't find the mom, you two okay takin her tonight? I really don't wanna deal with dragging Irene over at the county home outta bed.❞

❝ Totally.❞ Steve answers, earning him a grin and your body melting against his side as you lace your fingers with his and give his hand a little squeeze. You speak up, ❝ We've got her. Just let us know if you do find the mom? I've got a few things I'm dying to say to her. She's a shitty one being one of the first.❞

Hopper walks away. Steve shifts the lost little girl from one side of his body to the other and you lean your head against his bicep as the three of you begin to walk down the midway with Robin and Nancy in tow.

❝ I'm sorry.❞ you mumble against the shell of his ear at one point, ❝ I..I couldn't just leave her with the cops, screw protocol.. Like Chief Hopper said.❞

❝ Me either.❞ Steve answers, pulling you closer into his side to slip his free arm around you, ❝ Relax. It's fine, okay? I mean it.❞ he reassures you, giving you a calm smile as he stares down at you. You nod, smiling back.

❝ Thank you.❞ you mumble.

He chuckles quietly. Shrugging as if this is nothing, like anybody would do it if placed in the position. He doesn't have the first clue what's going on in your mind. He doesn't realize that his ease in doing this has you really thinking hard about everything.

❝ You okay, princess?❞ he asks, giving you a concerned look.

You smile and nod because right now, that's all you can manage. Your mind is too full. Those little random thoughts you've been trying to keep to yourself lately are taking over.

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You've been quiet for most of the night. So quiet that Steve is starting to worry. When the silence in the car is too much for him, he clears his throat.

❝ Is something wrong?❞

If you say what you're thinking the thought comes, it could mess everything up. You know how much you love him. Is that a risk you're willing to take?

Of course, the second you open your mouth, rationality flies out the window. As you look at the little girl curled into herself and buried in Steve's leather jacket in the backseat, you can't help but smile. You can't help but think that this is exactly how you want your life to be.

❝No.❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, glancing over, locking eyes with him as you take hold of his free hand. ❝ I was just thinking..❞

❝Oh yeah?❞ Steve asks, raising your hand to his lips as he presses a kiss against it, ❝ Anything you wanna tell me about?❞ he glances over, the car comes to a stop beneath the new red light they've just put in a block away from the apartment the two of you share. You swallow hard. It's the smarter idea to just say no, there isn't, but apparently your brain isn't willing to deal with logical or smart.

Not right now when you keep replaying just how good he was with the lost little girl earlier - or how amazing he's been with her since.

❝ You’re gonna be an amazing father some day, baby.❞ the words leave your lips but it doesn't end there. ❝ I can't wait.❞

Steve coughs. This is not what he was expecting to happen, not at all. ❝ W-what do you mean you can't wait?❞

You're starting to panic. You didn't mean for it to slip out, but it has. ❝ I-I..nothing, I just wanted to tell you that.❞

The rest of the ride is quiet. As the brick building you both live in comes into view, you're resigning yourself to the fact that you might have made a major mistake. That you probably shouldn't have implied what you did and it might have just cost you the man you love.

Steve is reeling. Floored. Your words keep repeating like a broken record in his brain. And all the dumb hope he's been shoving down for months now about the way things are between the two of you.. he's starting to wonder if maybe he'll finally have everything he's ever wanted.

He pulls the car to a stop and puts it in park. You’re out so fast he doesn't get a chance to say anything, let alone everything he's dying to. He catches up to you just as you pause at the lobby door to shift the sleeping girl around in your arms. He reaches past you, pushing the door open so you don't have to fumble around doing it by yourself.

As the three of you get to the stairs leading up to the floor you live on, it hits him that maybe staying quiet after you said what you did in the car wasn't his brightest idea. He can feel you shutting down, pulling away like you tend to when you're nervous.

By the time you step out onto the hallway leading to your apartment, he knows he has to do something, he has to show you that he feels the same way.

By the time you're stood in front of the door marked 21b and digging for your key, he's determined.

❝ I got it.❞ he finds his key and reaches around you, strong arms cage you in between his body and the door, his chest pushing soft against your back. You bite your lip and give him a weak smile, stepping into the apartment. He shuts the door behind him, triple- locking it as you settle the sleeping little girl on the hand me down leather sofa his mom gave him when he got the place.

He leans against the locked door, his thumb through his belt loop as he watches you silently. He's still trying to process the implications of what you said in the car. Still trying to figure out what it is he needs to do at this point. Because he knows he has to do something.

This becomes painfully clear when he watches you wander into the bedroom you've been sharing and you emerge minutes later in one of his old shirts, his second pillow beneath your arm.

❝ What are you doing?❞ he steps in front of you, lingering hesitantly for a second until he just can't anymore and he's stepping into you closer. He's towering over you, staring down at you in confusion.

❝ I..❞ you swallow hard. ❝ I thought I should stay in here tonight..with her.❞ it's not a complete lie, but you also know that Steve’s bed is huge, it'll easily fit the three of you.

❝ Wanna try that again, princess?❞ he's smirking and he might look calm but on the inside, he's anything but calm right now. ❝ Talk to me.❞ he coaxes, tucking a thick digit beneath your chin to get you looking up at him when your gaze drops. You take a deep breath or two. The pause stretches, it feels infinite for him and he can't handle it.

❝ Did you mean what you said?❞ he asks, staring down at you intently. He sees the way you start to fidget and shuffle your feet and he knows you're nervous. ❝ Because you..you can't just say stuff like that, princess. Not if y' don't mean it.❞ he doesn't tell you that the reason is because his own dreams, six little nuggets and a house full of love and laughter, not silence and emptiness, are at stake here.

He steps into you even more and your knees brush the sofas edge. If you weren’t so scared you made a huge mistake earlier, you'd definitely be soaked right now.

❝ What if I did, huh?❞ you finally respond.

He fucking melts. He's all over you, his hands and mouth anywhere he can get them. ❝ We don't have to wait, y'know,❞ he mutters against your skin as he noses your hair out of the way and nuzzles his nose against your warm,soft skin. ❝ I don’t wanna wait, princess.❞ his hands fall to your hips, squeezing.

The love in his eyes as he stares down at you is enough to make your breath hang as he pulls you up his body, his mouth devouring, his tongue dominating yours as soon as its parted your lips. ❝ I don't want to wait either.❞ you admit as the kiss breaks. ❝ You were so,so good with her tonight, baby. It was hot.❞

❝ Watching you take control like that..❞ he mutters ❝ It was so fuckin hot, princess.. the way you were takin care of her…❞ and then he's carrying you down the hall.

Your back hits the door of the bedroom you share with a soft thud. You wrap your legs around his waist as one of his hands settles on your thigh, squeezing as he melts into you, his face buried in your chest. You tug at his hair and rock into him, grinding against him. He’s panting, looking up at you breathless.

❝ I wanna fuck a baby into you, princess.❞ he mumbles as he pushes open the door to the bedroom and steps in. The two of you are peeling each others clothing off in a rush, his mouth all over you as he drops you gently onto his bed and wastes no time parting your legs, pulling down your panties and pausing to suck a line of hickies right up the inside of your thighs.

You're writhing beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer as he lowers his mouth, paused to gaze up at you as you slip your legs over his shoulders and the warmth of his breath against your sensitive sex has you tugging at handfuls of his hair and whining in need, rocking your hips up for him because you're that desperate for the way his tongue feels buried inside you.

Tonight is only the second night he'll have ever entered you raw and the more he thinks about the way your pussy will clamp around his thick cock too perfectly, the more he wants to bury it inside you.

❝ You’re gonna be such a..❞ he bites at your pelvic mound and his tongue drags a stripe right up the center of your dripping hot sex, ❝ –ah fuck..such a hot mom, princess.❞ his tongue buries inside you and your head falls back against his pillow as one hand pulls at his hair and the other one grips the blanket beneath your body. fingers join his tongue, pushing into you, stretching you out and you shiver at the way his tongue and fingers work together perfectly as your orgasm builds, almost to a blinding intensity.

❝ Just thinkin about it makes me wanna cream myself.❞ he pauses to look up, admire the way he has you poised on the edge, begging to shatter.

❝ Steve, baby, c'mon.❞ you choke out breathless,❝ Fuck me.❞

He can't wait another second. He raises up, licking his lips and groaning at the way he can taste you on his tongue. He lowers your legs, lowering himself down into you. He groans ❝ – fuck. oh fuck. you're so tight. ❞ quietly as he sinks in so slow you feel every single inch, every vein on his thick length. ❝ feels s' much fuckin better like this, princess.❞ he growls quietly,❝ y' so good. Good girl.❞ as he starts to fuck into you all over again, slow and relentless, your body pinned beneath his,❝ You’re gonna be s' full, fuck. ❞

❝ Steve, – oh fuck. Right there.❞ your nails drag down his back and he shivers at the way they feel, digging against his skin.❝ Don't stop, don't stopdontstop.❞ you're begging for it, desperate to feel him fill you full. You cling to him as your orgasm takes over, the fucked out look in your eyes has him laughing, husky against your ear, ❝ --fuck. Y' ready for it, princess?❞ as he melts down into you, his thrusts clumsy, the beat of his hips against your own nearly bruising as he fucks through his orgasm and comes undone, hot seed painting your insides. Dripping out until he starts to slowly fuck it back into you, his mouth latched against your neck.

He falls to the bed beside you and you roll onto your side, your face against his chest as he wraps his arm around you.

❝ Baby?❞ you break the silence after a few seconds.❝ Yeah?..❞ he asks, gazing down at you. ❝ Can we talk to child services about taking her in?❞ you ask after lying there a second or two, coming down from post-orgasm bliss.

He chuckles quietly. Smiling to himself in the darkness. ❝ I was already planning on it, princess. I can’t believe her mother just abandoned her like that.❞

❝ Me either.❞ you slip your leg over his hip and press a sleepy, sweet kiss against his lips as you snuggle against him. When you both slip out of bed at the same time, with the same idea - to go check on the little girl, the two of you share a quiet laugh. You follow Steve down the hall and out into the living room and watch as he scoops her up in his arms and you smile to yourself in the dark.

Steve Harrington is going to be an amazing father to your kids one day.

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arrivalatdawn · 4 years ago

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Warmth

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip, Heejin, Hyunjin, Choerry & Hyejoo x Male Reader

9504 words

categories: smut, oral, threesome, daddy kink

“B-Baby… slow down… oh, fuck!”

Colder temperatures and the first signs of snowfall on the ground could mean one thing - the end of the year and beginning of the holidays. Various colored lights and festive decorations filled the now barren streets. People are choosing to go out less and favor staying at home, spending time with loved ones and getting into the holiday spirit. You chose to partake in such events every year; albeit in a different way than most. While many sipped on toasty warm mugs of hot chocolate or gathered together near the fireplace and played a traditional Christmas movie, your method for intimate body heat was to be buried inside a woman.

Your partner for this was none other than Son Hyejoo, who called you over with just two simple words: “I’m horny.”

And so this is how you were now in the particular situation you were in on a fine Christmas, fucking a beautiful woman while she lets out a long, steady stream of moans. From the first penetration of the evening, Hyejoo wasted no time and spread her legs wantonly, inviting you between them.

Her walls were soft and wet but more importantly, warm. Hyejoo’s triangle upper lip puckered in satisfaction as she closed her eyes and savored the pure pleasure to wash over her entire body. It doesn’t take long for her to settle into a steady rhythm, as she grinds her pussy forwards and backwards against your crotch. Her bed slowly began to creak along to the both of you.

Son Hyejoo loved your cock almost as much as you loved her body. She lowers herself and sticks out her tongue, swiping across your lips in one fluid motion. She gives you a deep kiss while her lower body works itself thoroughly on your cock. She smiles through the kisses as you run your hands through the delicately soft skin of her thighs before your hands rest on her hips. Hyejoo breaks the kiss with a quick peck, straightening her back as she plants her palms firmly on your chest. Her moans filled the room with the sounds of a woman being satisfied, each rocking of her curvaceous body allowing a part of her to jiggle hypnotically. As she began to raise her hips in order to bounce on your cock, she instinctively tightened her vaginal muscles around your cock, wrapping it in what you loved to describe as warm, wet silk.

As she brushed her hair back with one hand, you admired her body rocking back and forth on top of you. The sight of her creamy white skin, her beautiful shoulders that she rarely showed outside of the bedroom, and her large, bouncing breasts as they jiggle from her riding your cock.

“Oppa… fuck, you feel so good inside me.” Hyejoo said as she continued fucking you to her heart’s content. While you and her both wanted her to be fully naked, you told her to keep her Christmas dress on, wanting the festive mood to fill the bedroom as well.

Your hands wandered their way to Hyejoo’s ass. A slight gasp escaped her lips as you gave each cheek a firm squeeze. Her nails sunk into your chest as she increased the speed at which she was riding you. The two of you interlock your fingers together as she raises her hips and gives you the wonderful sight of seeing the base of your shaft enter and exit her tight body.

“F-Fuck me from behind, oppa.” Hyejoo said several minutes later. You raised your hips and gave her one final deep, hard thrust before regretfully withdrawing your cock from her extremely tight pussy that seemingly refused to let you go. She moaned as inch by inch of your shaft left her body, exposing to you both the shining, glistening look thanks to her juices lubricating it. Hyejoo then got on her knees and planted her palms firmly on the mattress, wiggling her cute butt for you. You part her legs slightly, briefly stimulating her clit before positioning yourself behind her and sinking once more into her wet, inviting pussy.

The two of you moaned simultaneously as Hyejoo threw her head back, her beautiful shiny black hair hitting you in the face softly as she revels in the pleasure of being penetrated once more. And while her pussy still provided that warm, wet velvety silk feeling, it differed in this new position in that she was even tighter.

You held onto Hyejoo’s wide hips and begin fucking her.

“Oh fuck… oppa. Fuck, just like that. Fuck me, hard. Fuck my slutty pussy!” Hyejoo’s incessant words were like music to your ears as it didn’t take you very long to establish a rhythm you were both comfortable with. You did want to pound her hard like she wanted, but chose to savor the feeling of being inside her after so long. It seemed she did not share your same sentiments - repeatedly clenching her vaginal muscles against your cock and pushing her pillowy soft ass onto your lower body.

Hyejoo grips onto the bed sheets as she bites her own tongue from the pleasure coursing throughout her body. Her eyes are unable to remain open, fluttering shut as her eyes roll to the back of her head. You loved the feeling of being inside Hyejoo - and thankfully for you, she felt the same. While the bed and her body are being rocked back and forth, you give her plump ass a firm spank.

“O-Oh! Oppa… fuck, slap my ass harder.”

Never one to deny a woman such a request you do so, squeezing her other cheek before smacking it squarely with your palm. Not enough for it to hurt, just right that it stung a little.

“I-I love it when you fuck my pussy like this, oppa.” Hyejoo mustered the strength to spit out, your thrusts causing her to gasp a large breath of air as her body rocked back and forth. “I love feeling all of you.”

You let go of Hyejoo’s hips, slowing your thrusts temporarily as you grabbed onto her arms and held them. Another set of moans and screams were what you were met with as her upper body was now being supported by you. This caused her pussy to be even tighter and wetter around your cock, providing a wonderful feeling.

“Keep fucking me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until you fill my pussy up good!” Hyejoo screamed as the two of you began to form a thin layer of sweat on your bodies. While you shared her same sentiments of wanting to finish inside her, you began to slow your thrusts down. Hyejoo noticed this, turning her head to glare at you until you slowed down just enough to retreat your cock quickly out of her body. She whined once she felt you were no longer inside her, frustration evident in her tone as she returned back to her original position. While she tried to reach back and find your cock, she turned around and saw you were already on your back.

“I want you to ride me until you cum again.”

She quickly straddled your hips as you were met with her seductive gaze. Removing her dress and tossing it aside, Hyejoo’s eyes were clouded with lust and desire, the act of fucking her from behind that was ended abruptly added another layer of pleasure to the situation. She smacked the tip of your cock against her splayed lips several times before easing her body back down onto you. The look in her eyes along with how her pussy felt against your shaft meant she was not going to be denied achieving bliss no matter what.

Hyejoo’s hips moved forward and backwards and side to side all at once, a testament to the amount of times she has had practice using your body. It seems as though she has little care for your comfort - wanting to satisfy her own needs first. Her breasts bounced as she rode you, hypnotizing you in such a way that they were the only things you could see in that moment. You gave the soft flesh the very same firm squeeze you did on her ass. Each was warm, a cloudlike feeling that you loved to use as a pillow. Using your thumb and index finger, you pinched each of them, rubbing them with your fingertips as they began to stiffen up. Once you were satisfied, you released both before slapping her tits loudly. The erotic act turned Hyejoo on even more, as her walls clenched on your cock and juices coating your shaft.

“O-Oppa… I’m gonna cum soon.” Hyejoo said as she continued riding you. “I’m going to cum on your dick, oh fuck!” her voice growing softer with each passing word.

“M-Me too.” you said, slapping her tits once more.

With an ear-deafening scream, Hyejoo finally reaches her orgasm. It overtakes her entire body - she throws her head back as her body tightens up and releases the flood of juices that coats your cock once more. Hyejoo’s cheeks turn a rosy tint of pink as her nails dig into your chest once more. Your hands squeeze her breasts as she rocks her body back and forth to ride out her pleasure-filled high. She pants heavily, tossing her hair back as she finally gives you a satisfied smile. Your cock still inside her, Hyejoo leans down and kisses you once more. They were sweet, full of affection and trust. You both smiled through it, as you nibble on her lower lip gently.

“Oppa, you still haven’t cum yet.” Hyejoo said softly.

You kissed her once more and pressed your forehead against hers. She was absolutely glowing, confidence and beauty radiating from her busty body. She rubbed her thumb across your cheek gently, silently asking what was next. As you looked down, Hyejoo followed your eyesight. Pointing at her lips, you nodded. She laughed softly, giving you another kiss before dismounting your body. Tenderly lifting her body off your cock, you saw her pussy glistening as the final few drops of her juices stained your thighs until the two of you were no longer connected.

She crawls in between your legs and wraps her delicate fingers around the base of your shaft. Sticking her tongue out, she licks the slit of your head before sucking on it slightly, tasting her own juices.

“I taste pretty sweet.” she said, smacking her lips while making soft popping sounds. The two of you laughed as she finally took you inside her mouth. The wet, hollow feeling was incredible. You held onto both sides of her head as she bobbed up and down your cock, letting you feel your tip hit the back of her throat before releasing it.

“Hyejoo… I’m going to cum.” you announced, unable to prolong the pleasure much longer. Her small hand strokes your shaft quickly, the friction providing a warm feeling as she spreads her saliva all over you.

It doesn’t take very long for you to finally erupt. You felt your cum flowing from your balls, as Hyejoo grabs the head of your cock and points it at her chest. A long stream of thick, hot semen escapes your tip and hits her soft skin. The next few ropes continued to paint her breasts as your hips bucked upwards. The force of your orgasm was so strong, your eyes closed shut as you threw your head back and waited for it to finish. No other thoughts occupied your mind as Hyejoo’s tight grip caused your shaft to pulse in her hand.

Hyejoo stroked you several more times, making sure every last drop was released from your cock. Using two fingertips, she traced a small sample of your cum and put it in her mouth. A loud, satisfied hum was released afterwards. While you began the process of recovering from your orgasm, Hyejoo rubbed your cum on her skin, her tits glistening from you painting them. She gives the tip of your cock a deep kiss before joining you as she cuddles in your embrace. She rests her head on your bicep as she wraps her arm across your chest and back. You brought her closer to you, lowering your face slightly and planting a kiss on her lips.

“That was fun.” you said.

“Merry Christmas, oppa.” Hyejoo replied, smacking her lips against yours as she nuzzled into your chest and drowsiness caused the two of you to sink into the mattress’ soft comfort.

If there was one thing you hated, it was being disturbed in the middle of the night. Son Hyejoo kept a tight hold on your body as you were awakened to the faint sound of your phone making a bird chirping noise. You unsuccessfully reached for your phone on her nightstand in the dark. On the fourth try, you finally reach it. Squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the light, you find the culprit responsible for interrupting your sleep.

Choi Yerim (1m ago): Daddy!

Choi Yerim (1m ago): I’m horny… are you done fucking Son Hyejoo yet?

Choi Yerim (now): Daddy! Come over now! I want to get fucked, pleaseee!

You let out a deep sigh. Someone who felt like a little sister and a fully grown woman at the same time. Along with Hyejoo, the two of you hit it off rather quickly. You shared mutual interests, including those that were bedroom related. She made her intentions clear from the very beginning, taking a page out of Hyejoo’s playbook and wore ridiculously short shorts that showed off her thick thighs or wearing leggings that instinctively caused you to smack her ass.

Within less than a hour upon first meeting each other, you found yourself having sex with Yerim in the fitting room of a department store. Unsuccessfully remaining quiet, the two of you dressed and left the store quickly, giggling the entire time. And while you told her it was okay for you to be designated as a favorite in her contacts, you slightly regretted saying that as you were quite exhausted from indulging Hyejoo’s body.

“Mmhm, oppa?” you turned to your side and saw Hyejoo squinting her eyes as well, rubbing them slightly as she kisses your chest and stares up at the bright light emanating from your phone screen. “Who is it?”

Hyejoo’s huskier, sleep-filled voice caused you to smile as you pulled her closer into her embrace and kissed the top of her head. She traced circles on your chest, giggling as you felt her draw your name followed by a heart.

“It seems Choi Yerim is quite horny.”

“Pfft. I called you first! That’s not fair. Today was supposed to be our day.” Hyejoo said. She reached down under the covers and softly began stroking you. You adjusted your breaths as the two of you felt your cock hardening in her grasp.

“S-Should I just tell her no, then?” you asked, silently wishing Hyejoo would be okay with it. She placed a finger on her temple, as if in deep thought processing what you just asked. At the same time, she stroked your shaft a bit faster and ran her thumb across your now leaking slit. “No…” she finally replied. “It’s the holidays, she should be satisfied too. Even if she is a needy slut with daddy issues.”

“What’s with the sudden kindness?” you said, placing your finger under her chin and raising her head slightly for a kiss. “You’ve never been one to share.”

Hyejoo’s free hand hits your chest softly. “Are you insinuating I’m not nice?” she said, pretending to be shocked. “I have no right to complain, anyways. As much as I want to have you all for myself, I’m not your girlfriend. I don’t want to be controlling, either.” The two of you kiss each other once more, a bit longer this time.

“But in return… I expect to have New Year’s Eve and the New Year with you. I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss at midnight before.”

“Why do I have the feeling we’ll be doing more than just kissing leading up to the new year?” you asked, rubbing her cheek and pecking her lips.

She returns the quick peck before climbing on top of you. Still holding onto your cock, she lines the tip of it with her entrance before lowering her hips onto you.

“You don’t have to be at Yerim’s right away… right?” she said, as the two of you moaned from your cock entering her moist cavern once more.

Despite Hyejoo’s incessant efforts to go another round, you left her apartment thirty minutes later. Sleep deprived and your stamina depleted, you managed to somehow drive to Yerim’s in a relatively quick manner. Texting her you were outside her door, the jingle of it being unlocked revealed a feisty hand pulling you by the shirt quickly.

Yerim wasted no time with formalities, instantly crashing her lips against yours as she began removing your shirt and pants. Each kiss was sinful, full of passionate desire as you tasted the faintest hint of cherry lip gloss. Like Hyejoo, Yerim also wore a Christmas inspired dress. The soft velvety material of it felt comforting and smooth on your hands as she wrapped her arms around your waist. While her shoulders were already exposed, you lowered the dress slightly and began to kiss her beautiful skin, sucking on it slightly as Yerim’s moans filled your ears. She returned the favor by grabbing onto the waistline of your boxer briefs and pulled them down, revealing your erection to the cool air circulating the living room. You continued kissing her wonderful shoulders, starting a trail from them until you reached her neck.

“Oh fuck… daddy…” Yerim moaned. You were never one for pet names that often, but hearing only Yerim call you that turned you more than you would like to admit. While you continued to suck on her neck and left small marks on it, Yerim started stroking your cock. Her slightly cold hand contrasts your warm shaft and the sensation provides a wonderful feeling while more and more of her skin is exposed to you as Yerim lets her sexy Christmas outfit fall down her body and form a pool of velvet around her ankles. Sharing another similarity with Hyejoo, while neither were exactly tall, they both had long creamy legs that were complimented by thick sculpted thighs and the cutest round curvature of their bottoms you’ve ever seen. You have spent an unhealthy amount of time buried between their legs - whether it be having oral or vaginal sex with them.

You grabbed onto Yerim’s wide hips and turned her around. With the two of you now fully naked, you pushed her soft ass against your lower crotch and felt her juices begin to leak down onto her thighs. They were soft, yet gave off a healthy vibe, one of the many things you loved about Yerim. You grab onto your shaft and rub it against the outside of her pussy lips, causing Yerim to moan and you to get lubricated. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath as you rubbed the length of your cock against her inner thighs. They were wide, thick but most importantly - warm. The result of hundreds of hours at the gym with Hyejoo, she and Yerim also both began doing Pilates courses, something you made a mental note of who to thank for allowing you to be between such luscious thighs on a regular basis.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy.” Yerim moaned as you began to do so. Your cock was nuzzled comfortably in between the small gap of her legs as the natural wetness dribbling out of her stained her thighs and your shaft. This allowed you to gradually begin to increase the pace. Yerim loved everything you did, which made having sex with her more intimate and fun. The two of you echoed each other, your moans rising in volume as you found a comfortable rhythm with which to slide your cock between her cream thighs. They jiggled with each thrust, the tip of your cock grazing her labia while you felt your balls being rocked back and forth.

“Daddy… that feels so good.” Yerim whined as the two of you savored the pleasure your bodies were giving each other. She tilts her head slightly, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as the all too familiar expression of desire and lust are written all over her facial features. She captured your lips, allowing you to savor the sweet taste of them. Although your mouth was currently occupied with Yerim’s, your lower body showed no signs of slowing down. You continued thrusting in between her thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from her outside lips.

“D-Daddy… I want you to fuck my face. Can you facefuck me, please?” Yerim said a few minutes later, breaking the kiss and pleading with her large, beautiful eyes. You were absorbed by the deep, rich brown pools of lust-filled desire. They left you helpless, unable to speak as you gave her a simple nod. The two of you kiss each other once more until you take her by surprise and sweep her off her feet, bringing you both into Yerim’s bedroom.

Despite her best efforts to keep her arms embracing your neck, you toss her onto the bed playfully. She giggled in response, her eyes looking up at you in anticipation. She grabs a hair tie from her slim sexy wrist and makes a show of tying up her beautiful brown hair, forming a messy bun. Yerim gets on her stomach and brings the upper part of her body onto the edge of the bed. She gives the tip of your cock a firm kiss, smiling in delight as she sees it beginning to leak out precum. Her eyes went into a crescent shape as she cutely stuck out her tongue for you. You grabbed the base of your shaft and slapped your tip on it, teasing her as she unsuccessfully tried to get her upper lip wrapped around it. You pulled on her bun, causing Yerim to jump slightly.

“Yerim’s going to make daddy feel really good, isn’t she?” you said. She nodded, her eyes pleading you to use her.

With one final slap of your tip on her tongue, you began to push your shaft inside her warm and wet mouth. You moaned as her lips formed an airtight seal around your throbbing cock. You held onto both sides of her head as Yerim began bobbing up and down the length of your shaft. Her throat showed little signs of struggle, as it was being stuffed with one of her favorite parts of your body. Her blowjobs were often sloppy as she knew you very much enjoyed them. Fucking her face proved to be no different - The movement of your hips perfectly synced with her head bobbing. She wanted to prove to herself, and to you - that she was able to swallow you whole. You felt the tip of your cock hitting her throat with each descent of her head. The audible gagging sounds and saliva being swished inside of her mouth added another layer of pleasure. Despite her best efforts, some of it started to leak out of her lips and flowed down onto your balls. She looked up at you and was happy to see your contorted face of satisfaction as you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

While Yerim was unable to speak due to having a mouthful of cock, you were relatively silent as well save for the sounds of your moans and Yerim’s saliva coating your shaft. With one hand still guiding her rhythm, you used the other one to caress her relatively soft ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. Yerim moved her tongue in a wavelike motion, as her throat sent vibrations you felt on your cock. The pressure building inside your body was beginning to grow. Normally, you would’ve been fine with cumming inside her mouth this way - but there was something else the both of you haven’t done before. You returned your grip onto both sides of her head and held her down, savoring the feeling of all of your cock inside her mouth before releasing her with a loud pop. Yerim’s mouth consumed a large gasp of air as she giggled and watched in delight as your cock was glistening from the thick pools of saliva, some of which connecting her mouth and your tip with several thin strands. Thinking you were only allowing her to catch her breath, she sunk her head lower and tried bringing you back into her mouth. Yerim was surprised when you held onto her head.

“Not just yet, Yerim. Daddy wants to try something different.”

Yerim is slightly confused as you hold onto her shoulders and flipped her over. You urge her to scoot her body forwards just a bit. Upon doing so, she finds her head is now on the edge of the bed, leaning downwards as she is now eye level with your balls.

“You trust daddy, right?”

She nodded, squeezing your sack. You held onto both of her cheeks and squished them together. This only left Yerim even more confused, as her lips formed what you would describe as a pink racetrack. Holding her face gently, you bring your cock into her inviting mouth once more. Having teased each other enough, you are a bit rougher with your thrusts this time. As she hollowed her cheeks and took more of you, you were now able to see how your cock looked like whenever it hit her throat. The faintest trace of your tip was outlined as you admired it appearing and disappearing. She continued playing with your balls in her hand, scratching its sensitive underside softly which caused your body to shudder in response. You know you aren’t able to hold out much longer, thrusting inside of her repeatedly. Yerim knows your orgasm has arrived when she feels your balls tighten as your shaft pulses. You hold onto both of her cheeks as you feel hot, thick semen release from your tip and coat her comfortable throat. You’re able to see and hear Yerim beginning to swallow your load as it flows downwards. Thrusting into her several more times for good measure, you release her mouth once more. She hums in satisfaction as she sticks her tongue out cutely and shows you she has swallowed it all.

Collapsing onto the bed, you struggled to catch your breath. Yerim really did a number on you. The cute, at times naive young woman straddles your lap. Her heartwarming smile and mischievous twinkle in her eyes inform you that she would not be satisfied with just oral sex. Rubbing her drenched lips against the length of your cock, she moans erotically until gripping you tightly and lowering her hips onto you.

“Oh, fuck…” you both moaned out.

Her painfully tight walls gradually began to adjust themselves around your cock. You run your hands up and down her thighs before planting them on her hips as she rocks her body back and forth. She grasps onto your shoulders and starts riding your cock.

A warm, relaxing shower was well deserved after several hours of stamina depleting sex. Water droplets formed all over your body as you soaked in the satisfying feeling of it. You grabbed what you assumed to be Yerim’s loofah and squeezed some of her fragrant body wash onto it, smirking as it released a terrible sound since the bottle was almost empty. Mixing it with water, you began to clean yourself off with it, humming a tune while raising your arms. The suds were easily washed away from the water falling from above. You were so absorbed by the shower you failed to notice that the door was opened. A barefooted person sneakily removed their clothing and tiptoed into the bathtub, joining you. Rubbing the body wash all over your chest and stomach, your body tensed up when you felt someone press themselves onto your back and a hand gripping your cock.

“So this is the dick Choi Yerim cannot stop talking about…”

The voice was unmistakable. Kim Jungeun. Yerim’s roommate of two years and someone you weren’t overly fond of. While the two of you were civil around each other, her aloof tone and tsundere personality were just some of the things you learned about her upon your first meeting. Despite showing zero interest in being friendly towards anyone besides Yerim, it was safe to say you were very afraid that she was now with you in the shower.

“J-Jungeun, what are you doing here?” you stuttered, unable to stifle your moan as she began stroking your cock. She ignored you, grabbing the loofah out of your hand and rubbing it across your length. It tingled and certainly wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but it was quickly replaced with pure pleasure as Jungeun applied the body wash all over you.

“I come home and hear Yerim screaming “fuck me harder, daddy!” repeatedly. Figured you two were busy playing a board game.” Jungeun said nonchalantly while she added a counterclockwise gripping technique on you. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savor the warm water and Jungeun’s hold on your shaft.

“Jungeun… that feels so good.” you moaned.

“Seriously? I barely stroked you and you’re already this hard? Disgusting.”

“If it’s so disgusting, why haven’t you let go?” you asked.

Jungeun was silent, unable to refute your claim. While she stopped stroking you, her hand was still firmly gripping your cock. Before you could turn around and see her, she resumed moving her small hand back and forth.

“I was curious. Wanted to see what exactly turned Yerim into a cockthirsty slut.”

Feeling a bit more bold, you reached behind you and found Jungeun’s butt, pushing her against your back.

“Maybe you should put it in your mouth to really see what turns her on.”

No sooner had the words been said did you grow to regret them. Jungeun immediately released her hold on you and slapped your face loudly, the noise reverberating across the walls of the bathroom. You were a bit startled while Jungeun remained unfazed.

“You touch my ass or any other part of me without permission again and I chop your dick off. Got it?”

You nodded. Jungeun slowly sank to her knees between your legs. Still in shock, she spread your thighs and was now staring at your hard cock.

“I’m giving you the chance to fuck my face. Use this opportunity now, because it certainly won’t happen again.”

Timidly holding onto both sides of her head and not being met with any opposition from Jungeun, you moved away from the water and watched as she sunk into your crotch. She began with short, shallow bobs in order to allow herself time to get used to you. With no objections from her you gradually increased your pace until you are soon rapidly forcing her head down. She maintains eye contact with you occasionally, while her throat provides a wet, satisfying pleasure. Unlike Yerim who basically trained herself to handle your cock, the sounds of Jungeun’s throat gagging increased in volume as you fucked her mouth roughly. Her hands gripped your thighs for support as spit splashed on her chin and cheeks, mixing with all the water droplets on your body. You tilted your head back as you continued to push her face into your crotch. Jungeun’s acrylic nails dug into your skin as you heard what you believed to be her moans with your cock filling her pretty mouth up. Despite being at odds with her, Jungeun was undeniably beautiful. You pushed her head all the way down your base, only letting her go after she began tapping on your thighs. Her mouth released its hold on your cock with another loud pop, allowing you to admire the mess her face has become. Her hair began clinging to her forehead from the water as the lower half of her face is covered in her saliva.

Jungeun gives you a smile that is anything but sweet as you see excess threads of spit hanging off her lips and chin.

“Alright, handsome. That’s enough for now.” She said, rising from between her legs as she gets out of the shower.

“What? Wait, what? That’s it?” you asked, a bit offended Jungeun didn’t finish you off.

She ignored you and began drying herself off with the towels you prepared. Rubbing another towel on her beautiful blonde hair, she wraps it around her head before staring back at you.

“Come over whenever Yerim isn't home and maybe you’ll get lucky.”

She winked at you, swaying her hips as she wrapped the other towel across her body and exited the bathroom. You were stunned at what just happened, but looked down and sighed remembering Jungeun teased you. Your erection was hard as a rock, and the thought of finishing yourself off to alleviate it would not be the same as indulging in her mouth for the very first time.

Finishing up a shower that started off relaxing and ended with frustration, you put your clothes back on and were teased one final time by Jungeun before you left their apartment. You felt even more exhausted than you did leaving Hyejoo’s. Nothing sounded better than climbing into your bed and drifting off into sleep.

As you entered your apartment, you turned the lights on and were greeted coldly by a woman crossing her legs and folding her arms as she sat on the couch and tapped her foot.

“B-Baby, what’re you doing up?…” you asked nervously.

“We live together and you ask why am I still up when my boyfriend isn’t home?” Jeon Heejin asked you, not expecting an answer. You gulped. Heejin wanted to spend the entire day with you, the two of you having no similar days off until now. She planned out various couple activities to do at home that would culminate into the entire evening filled with exploring each other’s bodies. To make matters worse, Heejin sent you on an errand to get some marshmallows which you were doing until you got the call from Hyejoo.

“Did you have fun fucking those sluts instead of getting the one thing I told you we needed for date night?”

“I…”

“I can understand Hyejoo and Yerim. Those two have thighs that even I want to be buried between. But Jungeun unnie, seriously? She doesn’t even like giving head.”

“She liked choking on my cock though…” you said quietly, hoping Heejin wouldn’t hear. But of course, she did. Even when her back was turned to you when washing dishes, she knew what you were up to. Judging by the deep frown on her face, she wasn’t too happy with what you just said.

“You’re an asshole. I’m taking a shower. Don’t follow me.” Heejin said in a piercingly sharp tone, brushing past you as she began removing her clothes and headed for your shared bedroom. You sighed, fully prepared to sleep on the couch tonight as you were sure if you tried cuddling with her, you would end up on the floor from being kicked off the bed. Removing your coat and scarf, you went inside the bedroom after hearing Heejin turn on the shower faucets. You grabbed a pair of pajamas and went in front of the mirror, staring at your exhausted reflection. You could feel your eyebags start to form from how many times your sleep was interrupted. Having just put on your pajama pants, you were about to wear a shirt when you felt a pair of arms wrap behind your back. You instinctively flinched, Jungeun’s earlier actions scaring you as you believed Heejin would do the same.

“Oppa…”

Turning around you were not met by Heejin, instead a wide-eyed, black haired beauty who was just slightly taller than her smiled at you warmly. Her large glassy orbs beamed and deceptively cute eyebrows furrowed as you looked at her without saying a word. You rubbed your eyes, blinking them several times to make sure you weren’t seeing things. There was no mistaking it - Kim Hyunjin was in your bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Heejin unnie asked if I wanted to spend Christmas with you guys.” She replied in a robotic tone.

“Unnie? Aren’t you guys the same age?”

“Tell that to your annoying ass girlfriend!” Hyunjin whined. “She makes me call her that even though we’re less than a month apart. And you guys don’t even have bread here…”

“I don’t think today’s a good day to hangout.” you said truthfully.

“Why?” she asked, sitting on your bed in a suspiciously polite manner. She placed her hands on her lap awaiting your answer. “Is it because you fucked three girls instead of running an errand for unnie?”

Your mouth was open, shocked at how Hyunjin knew what happened.

“Choi Yerim is hot as fuck and fun in bed, but that girl really can’t keep her mouth shut. She went into great detail about how you fucked her thighs and pounded her hard.”

“Choi Yerim…” you silently muttered. “Is there anything else she told you?”

“That Heejin unnie is going to kill you when you get home.”

“I really should.” Heejin’s deep voice said from behind you as she exited the bathroom. She sat in front of her vanity mirror and began working on her nighttime skincare routine. Her fingers skimmed through the various lipsticks and lip gloss until she found one she liked. Applying a thin layer on her lips, she moved both together and made a wet popping noise trying to distribute it evenly. Staring at your reflection through the glass, she continued.

“Hyunjin here was going to be my Christmas gift to you, baby.”

Seeing you tilt your head slightly in confusion, she explained further.

“I called her over because I wanted us to have a threesome with her.” That very sentence left you weak in the knees. You were instantly beginning to regret answering Hyejoo’s call on your way home. Hyunjin’s face continued to be expressionless as Heejin closed her eyes and shyly smiled.

“We could’ve had so much fun, the three of us. Hyunjin riding you while I sit on your face. Maybe the two of us using her for our own selfish desires.” Heejin said, biting her lower lip hungrily as you could see the lust beginning to form in her eyes.

“But you just had to go fuck that busty whore Son Hyejoo. I hope that titfuck was worth it, baby. Because you won’t get to touch me for a long, long time.”

“Baby…” you whined softly.

“Instead…” Heejin said, getting out of her chair and sitting next to Hyunjin, “you’ll have to suffer watching me enjoy another woman’s body.”

Brushing a small strand of hair behind Hyunjin’s ear, Heejin traced an outline of her face before placing a deep kiss on her lips. Hyunjin was definitely caught by surprise, not expecting things to escalate so quickly. Her eyes widened slightly before fluttering shut as her arms wrapped around Heejin’s neck. Heejin on the other hand brought her hand under Hyunjin’s chin and tilted her head up, giving her a better angle to kiss her from. Their lips looked extremely soft, giving off the image of finally reuniting after quite some time. Each kiss was full of passion and intensity.

Heejin loved being in charge in the bedroom and tonight was no different. Her hands begin exploring Hyunjin’s body. You watched as the coat she was wearing slid down her body and onto the floor below. Each inch of skin that was being exposed aroused you even more. It seemed Hyunjin was prepared for the evening’s festivities, only wearing a sheer lace bra underneath.

Hyunjin moaned as she ran her fingers though Heejin’s brown and blonde hair. The two continued their heated exchange as Heejin bites on Hyunjin’s lower lip, causing her to moan out in satisfaction. Heejin’s eyes are half open, side eyeing you as her gaze lingers against your own. It doesn’t last long, however, as her full attention returns to Hyunjin as she pushes her tongue inside the younger woman’s mouth. At this point, it was nearly impossible to not be aroused as you felt your erection growing from inside your pants.

Heejin’s naughty hands find their way down to Hyunjin’s ass, cupping each soft looking cheek through her lace panties. Hyunjin is the first to break the kiss, letting out a soft moan as Heejin uses this chance to suck on her inviting neck.

Wanting to arouse you even more, Heejin grabs onto Hyunjin’s hips and makes her get on her hands and knees on the bed, with Hyunjin facing you. The pleasure is beginning to wash all over her cute features as Heejin quickly reaches for the waistband of Hyunjin’s panties and removes them using her slim fingers.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Hyunjin reaches behind herself and unclasps the lock of her bra, causing the silky fabric to join the other discarded garments. Heejin is pleased by this - taking the opportunity to fondle Hyunjin’s perky breasts from behind as she plants more kisses on her neck.

Using her middle finger, Heejin spreads Hyunjin’s legs and causes her to moan out loudly. While you weren’t able to see what was going on, you knew Heejin was teasing her.

“Baby, this slut is so fucking wet.” Heejin’s erotically deep voice said to you. “You could’ve been balls deep inside her right now.”

A loud scream accompanied the action as you realized that Heejin has used another finger to enter Hyunjin’s most intimate area.

“She’s so tight.” Heejin said. “Would’ve you love to be fucking a hot slut who screams so much?”

Every devilish word that escapes Heejin’s lips turns you on even more. You wanted to throw away your dignity and join the two of them in pleasure. But because of Heejin’s headstrong personality, you knew better than to go against her wishes.

“Baby, she’s so fucking tight.” Heejin repeated softly. “Were Hyejoo or Yerim this wet and tight for you?”

Hyunjin’s thighs quivered as your girlfriend continued her merciless assault. While this served as your punishment for leaving her all alone, it seemed Heejin was definitely enjoying herself. Heejin uses one hand to cup Hyunjin’s breasts and hold her up right while continuing to stimulate her with the other. With Hyunjin now being held up, you were able to get a good view of the action going on between her legs. Hyunjin’s toned, flat tummy and once innocent features were now replaced by a lust-filled woman who wanted nothing more than to chase her own desires thanks to your girlfriend. Despite all of this, Hyunjin manages to make eye contact with you, her eyes half closed as her mouth makes a perfect O shape and releases wordless moans.

“I bet she’s even tighter than me.” Heejin naughtily said.

“Unnie…” Hyunjin whined, the pleasure becoming too much for her to retain her composure. “Unnie… I’m so close… Unnie…”

“How about it, baby?” Do you want to fuck this needy slut?”

A passionate moan escapes Hyunjin’s lips as she struggles to keep her body raised. Unable to form coherent words, the only thing both of you hear are moans of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as her body squirmed. Whenever you hung out with Hyunjin, she was quiet, almost exuding a robotic-like personality. But in this moment, she was being dominated by your girlfriend who was easily pushing her into the brink of an orgasm. Heejin’s hand which was still cupping her breast began to take a nipple in between her thumb and index finger, mirroring what you did to Hyejoo earlier in the evening. Pinching each of them, Hyunjin moans while Heejin tilts her head and gives you an extremely naughty grin.

“Oh no, baby. Looks like I’ll make Hyunjin cum before you do.”

That was all it took for Hyunjin to release the loudest moan of the night, bordering on a high-pitched scream as her body spasms and finally gives into her orgasm. Heejin manages to keep her locked in place, wrapping her arms from behind Hyunjin and holding onto her shoulders.

Pure pleasure radiates from between Hyunjin’s legs as you both watched her writhe in pleasure. Her legs that looked like they had been reduced to jelly were struggling to not give out as Heejin kissed her from behind tenderly. Several minutes passed until Hyunjin’s orgasm subsided. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her porcelain skin as she began to regain her senses.

While Hyunjin’s chest heaves and allows her to begin breathing normally again, she takes this chance to push Heejin onto the bed. She removes the pesky undergarments in one quick motion. Hyunjin bites her lower lip softly as she admires Heejin’s beautiful naked body. Despite not being tall, Heejin possessed perfect proportions, something you were always thankful for. Her long, graceful legs and cute hourglass figure were fully exposed to the both of you as Hyunjin climbed on top of her.

The two of them kiss each other once more, savoring their sinful tastes. Heejin gasped as Hyunjin sucks on her neck, sucking on your favorite part of it. Gradually increasing in volume, Hyunjin makes her way down, leaving a trail of kisses behind.

“Oh fuck, Hyunjin…” Heejin moaned when Hyunjin began to indulge in one of her breasts. Puckering her lips, she takes the tip of Heejin’s breasts and sucks on it softly, flicking her tongue against the sensitive nub. She makes sure not to leave the other breast unattended as her hand fondled it. Passionate moans and “oh fuck” streamed together seamlessly from your girlfriend’s mouth.

With half-lidded eyes, Heejin looked at you and smiled wickedly. Despite slowly surrendering herself to pleasure, she wanted to make sure you were watching another person use her body. She runs her fingers through Hyunjin’s hair, encouraging her to work on her other breast. It doesn’t last very long, however as Heejin wanted you to see something else. Getting the hint, Hyunjin smiled before looking back at you and lowering herself down Heejin’s body.

Spreading Heejin’s legs and placing them on either side of her shoulders, Hyunjin wastes no time and dives right in between your girlfriend’s creamy thighs. Only able to see the back of her head, Heejin tosses her head back in satisfaction as you see Hyunjin ascend from bottom to top.

“Oh fuck…” Heejin said in a soft, relaxed tone.

Hyunjin does this several more times, each time earning a sexy moan from Heejin.

Your girlfriend’s face has now contorted into being one of pure pleasure and appreciation for the woman currently in between her legs. Gasps and moans are the only thing Heejin is able to release from her lips as you watched Hyunjin bury her head deeper.

“Don’t you think it’s fair we all get to feel good?” Hyunjin asked, kissing the inner creases of Heejin’s thighs. You heard Hyunjin sucking on Heejin’s juices, silently wishing you were in her position instead.

“Baby, come here…” Heejin said softly. “Oh fuck…”

Hyunjin continues to eat out Heejin as your girlfriend closes her eyes and tries to reach for your pants. Helping her out, you removed your pajama pants and kicked them away from your ankles. You take Heejin’s small hand and guide it to your now exposed cock. You let out a soft gasp as she wraps them delicately around you.

Seeing your girlfriend become a needy mess caused you to pulse in her hand. She holds onto you tightly as, with her eyes still closed, she parts her lips with the head and paints your slit with her beautiful pink tongue.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned as Heejin began sucking your cock. It takes little effort on her part as more and more of your shaft enters her mouth. You joined her in closing your eyes, allowing you to savor the feeling of your girlfriend pleasuring you. Her lips felt soft, sweet and contained her pent up frustrations at you. The sinful act Hyunjin was doing on her lower body caused Heejin to moan while your cock was still in her mouth, sending wonderful vibrations all throughout your length.

Heejin continued moaning on your cock as you could feel her body beginning to tense up. She regretfully releases you from her mouth and lets out a sensual filled moan.

“Fuck… Hyunjin. I’m close. I’m so close. I’m about to- ahh….”

When Heejin’s lips wrapped themselves around your cock, you held onto both sides of her head as she sent more vibrations along your shaft’s underside. You bobbed her head softly as Heejin’s back arched and pushed Hyunjin deeper between her legs.

She lets out a muffled scream that feels incredible on your cock as you watched your girlfriend finally reach her orgasm. Pleasure flowed through her body - from the top of her head to her toes which curled in satisfaction as she wrapped her legs around Hyunjin’s head. Hyunjin begins consuming the juices that were flowing freely from your girlfriend’s wanton pussy. Heejin closed her eyes and threw her head back as she hummed in satisfaction.

Giving her time to allow the orgasm to wash over her body, you admired your girlfriend’s sweat misted skin and rosy tint of her cheeks. Once Heejin’s tight grip on her head weakens, Hyunjin rises from between her spread legs and smiles at you - Heejin’s juices glistening on her chin and lips. She licks up as much as she can before wiping her face.

Grabbing your cock and removing it from Heejin’s mouth, it was quickly replaced with Hyunjin’s own lips as the two shared deep, strong kisses. The two rediscover each other’s bodies while your mouth waters at the sight of both naked women.

Heejin notices this and breaks the kiss first.

“Do you want to suck his cock?” she asked Hyunjin. She responds with a curt nod. Staring up at you, seemingly asking for your approval, Hyunjin was wide eyed as she was finally met with your cock in front of her. She gives your cock a small kiss, watching in awe as the action caused it to twitch slightly.

Hyunjin doesn’t give you much time to think about anything else as she finally parts her lips and takes you into her mouth. She sucks your tip slowly, bobbing it quickly as if to test you out. Like you did with Heejin, you ran your fingers through Hyunjin’s dark locks and patted her head slightly.

Heejin on the other hand was focusing all of her attention on your balls, taking each one individually inside her mouth while making sure to paint long stripes of saliva by flattening her tongue.

“Fuck that feels so good, girls…” you moaned, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of both women pleasuring you. You looked down and saw the soft mess of Hyunjin’s head as she bobbed up and down your cock. Her mouth was wet, almost silk like. It was as if the two women were silently competing to see which one could tip you over the edge and be the sole reason for your orgasm. With your hand guiding Hyunjin’s head, you were a bit disappointed when she suddenly released you from her mouth. She taps Heejin whose lips left your balls with a loud pop.

“I want to get fucked now.” Hyunjin said softly.

With Hyunjin now on your back, you made your way to be in between her legs that instinctively spread themselves for you. You teased her, slapping the head of your cock against her splayed pussy lips, feeling her precum deliciously coating it. Adjusting yourself slightly, you feel the heat radiating from her lower body.

“Fuck me.” She begged you. “Fuck me now.”

Not wanting her to wait any longer, you held onto Hyunjin’s thighs and entered her pussy slowly. Her warm, wet walls were ridiculously soft. Multiple sensations hit you at once. Hyunjin’s sexy moan and her eyes closing shut looked heavenly as the two of you savored the feeling of being connected for the very first time. Heejin was right - Hyunjin was extremely tight, her walls almost painfully constricting your shaft. You make sure to leave only your tip inside her before slamming inside her and finally fucking Hyunjin. The two of you were able to quickly establish a comfortable rhythm as your cock went in and out of her wanton body.

“Fuck…” Hyunjin moaned as her body rocked back and forth on the bed. Heejin takes the opportunity to pull her in for another kiss, her tongue entering Hyunjin’s mouth while you fucked her. The sight of it all seemed like a dream - to be naked and sharing such an intimate moment with two beautiful women is something most people go their entire lives without experiencing. But here you were, well into the wee hours after Christmas with your cock buried deep inside Hyunjin as she begs you to fuck her harder.

“Punish her, baby.” Heejin said as you held onto Hyunjin’s hips. With Heejin cheering you on, you increased the speed of your thrusts, causing Hyunjin to release louder and louder moans as she wanted you to go even deeper inside her. Her toes curled in satisfaction as her body was shaken each time your cock entered her.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck, oppa. You feel so good!”

“Don’t tell my boyfriend what to do, you slut!” Heejin said, slapping Hyunjin’s face. It looked like it stinged, but mattered little to Hyunjin as pleasure washed through her body. Heejin took the chance to climb on top of Hyunjin and lowered her crotch onto the younger woman’s face.

“Since you don’t seem to respect your unnie’s wishes and want to be a bad girl, I figured we should work on cleaning this filthy mouth of yours. And what better way to do that then by stuffing your face with my pussy.”

Your hands find their way to Heejin’s soft, supple cheeks and squeeze each one. You gave her two quick slaps which caused her body to squirm on top of Hyunjin.

“Baby!” Heejin moaned.

Hyunjin held onto your girlfriend’s thighs for support as her tongue pushed itself deeper inside Heejin’s pussy.

“I-Is this the best Christmas gift ever?” Heejin asked you.

“F-Fuck yes.” you said, thrusting into Hyunjin.

Heejin arched her back as she savored the feeling of Hyunjin’s mouth pleasuring her. She grinds her crotch against Hyunjin’s face, wanting to spread her juices all over.

“Do you want to fuck me now, baby?” Heejin moaned.

“Fuck yes.” you repeated, albeit a bit too loudly. Hyunjin moaned in disappointment as she felt Heejin leave her face and you removing yourself from her pussy at the same time. Heejin pulls you in for a kiss, stroking your cock as the two of you exchange a passionate duel of affection. Pulling her face away first, Heejin shakes her butt cutely at you. You smiled watching each cheek jiggle as you gave them another slap.

Heejin moaned in satisfaction as you finally entered your girlfriend from behind. No matter how many times you did it with her or fucked any of her friends, nothing could replicate the feeling of having sex with the woman you loved the most. Her pussy was drenched, the result of Hyunjin giving her an orgasm and her natural leakage whenever you two were intimate.

“Baby…” Heejin cooed as you began to fuck her from behind.

You held onto Heejin’s toned arms as your body required little effort in order to find a comfortable rhythm. The two of you have done this so many times, it was almost second nature. And while you did increase your pace slightly, it required minimal effort for Heejin to release a steady stream of pleasure filled moans.

“You feel so good, baby.” Heejin said as your thrusts were preventing her from speaking quickly. “Merry Christmas… oh, fuck!”

With her body rocking back and forth, Hyunjin took the opportunity to lay in front of Heejin and forced her head down into her spread legs. All of you moaned simultaneously at the sinful situation. Grabbing onto your girlfriend’s soft cheeks, you squeezed them hard as you thrusted in and out of her wanton body. Her tongue vibrated inside Hyunjin’s pussy, causing the younger woman to let out a scream as she grabbed both sides of Heejin’s head and pushed her even deeper.

For many, Christmas was a time to be with friends and loved ones exchanging gifts - valuing each other’s company. For you and Heejin, this was going to be something the two of you would never forget.

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #loona #loona smut #kim jungeun #kimberly lippington #jeon heejin #kim hyunjin #son hyejoo #choi yerim #male reader #reader insert

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atiny-ahgase · 4 years ago

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The Promise And A Stray Pup

Title: The Promise And A Stray Pup

Chapter 2: Promise You’ll Be Good

Author’s Note: Okay so I usually write the author’s notes before I even write the story idk why… I just do. Anyway, I had no idea how this is gonna turn out soo..yeah.

Summary: Y/n returns home in search of a hybrid friend that she had left oh so long ago. Will she be able to help him? Did their friendship withstand the hands of time or did it crumble from the pressure?

This is chapter 2 of the Series “A Pinky Promise And A Stray Pup, you can read chapter 1 here.

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Pairing: Hybrid Yunho x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Hybrid au, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Smut, Dom Reader, Sub Yunho, Edging, Controlled Orgasm, Masturbation

Contains: Hybrid Yunho, Gender Neutral Reader, Fluff, Smut

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You paced through the narrow hallway of your one-bedroom apartment for what seemed like the millionth time. Releasing a loud groan you dove unto the soft cushions of your couch, burying your face in one of your many throw pillows. It had been exactly 2 days,14 hours, and 27 minutes since you had last seen Yunho...not that you were counting or anything. He seemed kinda off during your last interaction, his breathing seemed strained and his cheeks were a bright shade of pink, granted his face seemed to be tinted that light shade of pink quite often. His voice wasn’t the smooth sweet melody that you had already become so used to, it seemed deeper, almost huskier. Sure, he had just woken up but still, something felt off to you. Maybe you were overthinking it, over-analyzing the situation as you usually did but how could you not? He hadn’t contacted you for two whole days. Sure, he could be busy with work but when you visited his workplace they said that he hadn’t been in on that day. Then where was he? What could he possibly be doing?

What if he was sick? What if he had realized that you weren’t the same kindergartener that he had met so many years ago? What if he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? What would you do then? Everything that you had done since the moment you and Yunho had parted ways was all done to meet him again. You studied extra hard to get a scholarship, you worked extra shifts to pay off apartment expenses, you settled on choosing this apartment because it was closer to your old school. Everything that you had done was all for him but...what if he didn’t want that? What if he was having second thoughts? Where would that leave you? What would you do when your entire reason for bettering yourself decided that you weren’t enough?

He said that he’d come to visit you again but it's been two days and still nothing, you were starting to worry. Sure you hadn’t seen him for twelve years prior but now even a day without him feels unbearable. You’d wondered how you had survived so long without having him by your side. Even your tiny apartment felt as though it had tripled in size since his absence, the walls seemed to have expanded overnight, feeling far too large for just you. Yunho seemed to fit so perfectly in your life so the fact that he wasn’t there next to you felt like such a foreign feeling even though he had only recently reentered it.

Your worrying carried on for the remainder of the week and before you knew it classes had begun. The first couple of days were pretty basic; mostly consisting of introductions and lesson plans. You had even somehow managed to befriend the bespeckled hybrid boy who sat next to you in your Math class. His hair was dyed a soft orange which highlighted the warmth of his smile, he wore an oversized hoodie and round-rimmed glasses. Even seated he towered over you, and to be quite honest you were originally incredibly intimidated by his large stature but that lasted a solid two minutes. His dog-like playfulness immediately shining through, casting away all of your prior fears. You had both managed to get pretty close before your class had started, him laughing at all of your jokes, his tail happily wagging behind you as he clutched his stomach, tears springing from his eyes.

He introduced himself as Mingi, a dog hybrid who only moved in a few months ago, apparently he wanted a fresh place to make a new start and opted for somewhere quiet. Surprisingly you both shared a lot of the same courses which was great for you because now you had a seat buddy. The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly and it was finally time for lunch, you and Mingi sat on the wooden benches across from the school library, taking in the way the yellow leaves danced in the wind as the breeze sang a gentle song. Your shoulders brushed each others’ as you listened to his stories about his hometown, your attention hanging on to every single word that he spoke. His way of telling stories captivated you, it was as though you were watching a movie, every scene that he set was so vivid, it was as though you were living through each moment. Before long your school day had ended and it was finally time to go home. Walking out from your final lecture for the day you looked up at the sky “, Looks like it’s about to rain,” you hypothesized.

“Please don’t jinx it, the UNI’s Shuttle doesn’t drop me off at the front of my house and I really don’t wanna walk through the rain,” he explained with an exasperated sigh. Soon after his words were uttered a thunderous roar was heard from the sky and raindrops began falling unto the earth below. You could hear the displeased groans from your friend beside you which caused you to let out a small laugh. “Alright Mingi tell me where you live and I’ll think about giving you a ride”, you jokingly said while pulling him in the direction of your car. “You’re the best Y/n,” he said before engulfing you into a hug from behind. “Mingi you’re gonna crush me then I’lldie before I drive you home,” you exclaimed while trying to control your laughter. Were all dog hybrids this affectionate?

Mingi lived fairly close to the supermarket where Yunho worked which was great for you since you found yet another excuse to ‘drop in’ after you had dropped Mingi off. Unfortunately, Yunho wasn’t there yet again and quite honestly it was starting to get on your nerves. You released a loud sigh before heading to your car and driving home. It was only upon arriving home did you notice Mingi’s jacket seated comfortably on your back seat. You playfully rolled your eyes before retrieving it and bringing it into your apartment. Pulling out your phone you sent him a quick text informing him that you were holding his jacket for ransom and if he doesn’t buy you breakfast tomorrow then he’ll never see it again. You know just a basic text. After that was done you decided that your couch was as good a place as any for Mingi’s jacket to rest for the night.

Not long after getting comfortable, you heard someone knocking at your door. “Who could that be?” you thought. You didn’t know that many people from around here and even if you did they didn’t know where you lived. Getting up from your couch you walked over to the door pulling it open to reveal who was on the other side.

“And here I thought that you forgot where I lived,” you remarked as you looked up at the dog hybrid towering above you. Of course, it was Yunho, the only other person in town that knew where you lived was your landlady, and something was telling you that she had little to no reason to come knocking on your door at this hour. “I’m really sorry Y/n,” you heard him say softly, if it had been any quieter you would not have heard him at all. Looking at his face it seemed a lot paler than you remembered and he wore a tired expression as though he hadn’t slept for days.

“I wanted to come to see you sooner but I was really sick and I wanted to call but I didn’t have your number,” he began to explain in a voice that was even gentler than what you were used to. Even the yellow of his eyes seemed to dull significantly, how could you stay mad at someone in that state. To be honest, he could have shown up at your doorstep in peak condition and no excuse, and you’d probably still forgive him. For the longest time whether you were together or apart you had the softest spot for Yunho, even with the greatest determination once you looked into those golden eyes your heart would surely falter.

“You should probably come in, it’s getting pretty chilly these days,” you smiled up at him before further opening the door allowing him inside. Closing the door you sat on the couch and patted the spot beside you expectantly. Yunho taking that as his cue quickly filled in the empty space next to you engulfing your body in his warmth. You had quickly become used to having him next to you so much that his absence for those few days had you feeling incredibly cold. “I really am sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he explained as he placed his head on your shoulder nuzzling into your neck.

Placing your hand at the nape of his neck you were about to comfort him about the situation; since he seemed to be beating himself up quite a bit. However, before you could otter a word you could feel his grip on you tightening slightly.

“Y/n” you heard him say no louder than a whisper, his voice deeper than you were used to, “Whose jacket is this?” Referring to the green jacket which was placed on the couch.

“Oh, that’s Mingi’s he forgot it in my car-,” you began but before you could finish you felt a sharp pain at your collar bone followed by the soothing sensation of his warm tongue gliding over your bruised skin. You could feel it caressing your skin so tenderly that goosebumps began to form all over your body. “Yunho,” you whimpered in his arms while struggling to escape his grasp.

“I don’t like it. Why are you spending time with other hybrids when you already have me?” he calmly stated, punctuating each word with gentle kisses running along your throat. “I’ve only just found you, I’m not letting another hybrid take you away from me. You’re mine and I’m yours” he continued on while tightening his grip on you even more. His body pressed firmly to yours as he continued to nip on the tender skin of your neck.

The area began to burn with the most pleasant of pains, your body aching in the best way imaginable. But you knew that you couldn’t stay like that otherwise he would just continue to misunderstand you. “Yunho could you just listen-,” you tried to reason with him as best as you could even though you could hear your voice falter as his lips reached your collarbone. This was the second time he had done this and as pleasurable as it is also beginning to get tiring.

You kept on telling yourself that this was bad no matter how good he made you feel. You couldn’t deny that you could easily become addicted to the sensation of his body on yours; completely trapping you in its warmth. But you couldn’t just let him do as he pleased. It’s true that hybrids have a more difficult time controlling their emotions but this is not an excuse. He couldn’t just continue to act on impulse every time his emotions get too strong. It gets easier with time and a hybrid of Yunho’s age should already be adequately good at it.

But I guess that’s the difference between Yunho and other hybrids his age, they were probably trained better than Yunho. He lived his younger years on the street so there is a possibility that he still hasn’t perfected self-control. He was like a puppy in an adult dog’s body; succumbing to every urge that comes his way. Gathering your thoughts you took a deep breath before speaking. “Yunho sit,” you said in a stern voice, much more than you ever thought you could muster up. You felt his body become rigid against yours but he made no actions to remove himself from you. “Yunho sit!” you said with a little more force; your eyes piercing into his. You heard him whimper before he peeled himself away from you to have a seat. You had expected him to return to his previous spot beside you but he didn’t. Yunho opted to sit on his heels at the base of the couch; right where your feet had lain. His head hung low as his palms gently rested on his knees.

Seeing the sight before you left you struggling to remain seated, he looked so ductile, so obedient and something about it made you feel so hot. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes and you loved it, although you had been the one to stop his previous advances it was almost as though you were at the mercies of your instinct, you wanted nothing more than to completely devour him. You took a deep breath in the futile attempt to gather your thoughts before speaking to him, he’d probably let you.

“Yunho I let your behavior slide twice before, but at this point, I’m beginning to think that you want to be scolded by me,” you stated while coking your eyebrow up. “No I don’t I’m sorry,” you heard him mumble towards the floor. Placing your hand on his cheek you felt the way his body shivered at your touch. “Puppy shouldn’t you look at me when I’m talking to you,” you whispered your face only a few inches from his. You could clearly see his lips quivering as you took in the strained features of his face.

“You’re right I’m sorry,” he whimpered, his fists clenched against his jeans. “And exactly what is my puppy sorry for?” you inquired, your lip twisted up in a slight smirk. It amused you; someone so much smaller than him, could have so much power over him, just the thought had you shivering in your seat.

“I’m sorry for attacking you and for not coming to see you,” he stated, his pleading eyes drowning in your own. “And what was the reason that my dear puppy couldn’t come see his owner?” you continued on loving the pure look of ecstasy on his face when you referred to yourself as his owner. His knuckles tightened as his body began to tremble, clearly holding itself back from the pleasure that was clearly bubbling inside of him. “I was sick,” he said in a hushed tone.

“Oh were you now?” you edged on, your pointer finger gliding across his adam’s apple. “Please,” he whimpered before he began to hunch forward in an attempt to ease the pressure building up at his crotch. “You say that you’re sorry but apparently that doesn’t apply to all of you,” you confessed before gently placing your foot on his crutch. The sound that he released was probably the most beautiful you’ve ever heard; it almost made you want to end your teasing, almost.

Removing your foot from his crutch you stare in awe at the thin thread of clear liquid which connected your toes to the ever-growing bulge in his pants. “For someone who is soo sorry you seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit,” you stated as you wiggled your toes, almost playing in the precum coating them. From your seat above him, you could see him frantically shaking his head as he rocked in place on the floor beneath you. “Oh, so you’re not,” you inquired as you brought your face on the same level before you continued, “then maybe you should start answering me honestly? There is no need to be this stubborn with me”.

“I was in heat,” he replied; his head hung low as his ears began to redden. “So my puppy left me worried and alone cause you couldn’t keep it in his pants? Seeing the state that you’re in I can’t say that I’m surprised,” you replied, your eyes never once leaving his quivering body. Leaning back into your seat you took one final glance at him before speaking, “Take it off.” You could hear him release a sigh before reaching for his shirt. “No,” you interrupted him mid-action, “just your bottoms.” With crosswinds coming in so quickly Yunho was dressed in a caramel-colored knitted turtleneck and a pair of black jeans. You didn’t think that turtle necks could turn you on to this extent, just the thought of Yunho wearing turtle necks to hide the marks that you’ve left on his neck got a fire burning deep into your core.

You were so lost in your thoughts that the only thing pulling you away was the load, animalistic groan which escaped the hybrid’s lips as he slowly touched himself. His nimble fingers teasing the tip of his erect cock, urging it to release even more precum than it already was. The clear liquid flowed from the tip of his reddened cock down his hand, coating it in the perverse liquid. “I don’t remember telling you that you could touch yourself now did I puppy,” you stated watching as he briskly removed his hand from his aching cock; wincing as the cold breeze caressed it. “Do you want me to touch you?” you inquired.

“I do,” he began; his breathing short and strained, “but I’ve been bad.”

“That’s true but that doesn’t mean that my puppy doesn’t deserve to be cared for now does it?” you rhetorically asked.

Finally leaving your place on the couch you crept beside him, grasping his dick in your much smaller hand, your mouth watering at the sight. Almost immediately you could feel Yunho bucking his hips upward, chasing his much-desired release with great intensity. Taking your free hand you gripped his hip harshly, your nails grazing along his side. Yunho moaned at the pain, his body shivering as his head dropped to rest on your shoulder. “Stay still for me okay baby,” you whispered, your breath tickling his ear. Continuing at a rather snow pace you ran your hand along Yunho’s engorged dick, tracing its veins with your fingers and watching as his entire body twitched in response. You could feel him leaving tentative kisses along your shoulder but you didn’t stop him this time, he was finally being good so he deserved a little treat. Right?

You tightened your grip as you continued to pleasure him, enjoying the sweet sounds of his moans in your ear; you could listen to it all day but that might actually break him and you couldn’t do that to your puppy. “Close, I’m close. Please can I come,” he begged into your shoulder as his hands caressed your sides ever so slightly; the searing heat radiating from his entire body paled in comparison the that of his pulsating dick. He looked as though he was ready to burst but resisting until you gave him the go-ahead trying with the utmost desperation to be good for you. Should you allow him to release or should you let that pressure build up inside of him just a little longer to see how long he could fight against his instinct?

Your thought process was interrupted by your phone ringing on the couch cushion behind you, you weren’t all that interested to answer but you had an idea of who it might be so you decided to play with your puppy just a little longer. “Yunho could you grab my phone for me please,” you asked, your free hand caressing his back to get his attention. Looking at his face caused shivers to run through your spine; it was nothing like you’ve ever felt before, your body was screaming with pure ecstasy. His face was flushed pink and glistening with perspiration, his teary, yellow eyes were almost engulfed by his dilated pupils and only heavy breathing could be heard from his swollen lips. Yunho was always irresistible in your eyes but seeing him in this state; he looked absolutely delectable.

You had expected him to put up some sort of resistance but he didn’t, he simply stretched forward; groaning at the new angle in which you were holding his dick, and grabbed your phone. “Who’s calling?” you inquired, already having a decent idea of who it is. From the growl that escaped Yunho’s lips, you already knew that you were right but you still wanted to hear him say it. You didn’t say a word to him you simply stopped the movement of your hand and looked at him, your eyes boring into his in an attempt to deduce his next move. Was he really that against you talking to Mingi? Or was it just because of the timing of the call? “Mingi,” he whispered before handing me the phone. Taking it from his hand you could see Yunho attempt to fix his clothes. “Stay,” you simply said to him before answering the still ringing phone.

To be quite honest you weren’t really paying any mind to what Mingi was saying; your senses focused on the whimpering hybrid beside you. You had already begun caressing his dick once more while still being on the phone with Mingi, you didn’t mind too much if Mingi found out what you were doing but Yunho on the other hand tried his absolute best to keep his noises at bay. This continued on for a few more minutes as you tried your best to keep Mingi on the phone, testing how long Yunho could hold out. Quickening your pace on his ever-flowing dick you could see Yunho convolve as he clung unto you, his teeth threatening to tear through his lush lips. He was almost at his breaking point.

“Mingi could you just hold on please my friend is calling the apartment phone,” you lied, “oh no you don’t need to hang up it will only take a minute.” Placing your phone against your shoulder; but not really attempting to muffle any sound, you turned to Yunho, “Are you coming today or not?” you enquired in the best nonchalant voice you could muster up. To Mingi it would just seem as though you had a friend over but Yunho knew better, his needy pants and muffled whimpers understood all too well. Looking up at you he nodded his head frantically before burying his face into your shoulder once more in a desperate attempt to muffle his sounds. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, if he was asked to his entire body would have surely combusted right there and then.

“Okay then hurry up,” you replied before returning to your phone call. “Yeah I’m gonna watch a movie with a friend in a bit, you should come next-,” you continued your conversation until you felt a sharp pain on your neck causing you to yelp, followed by a splash of liquid landing on your hand. “Are you okay?” you heard Mingi ask. “Yeah I’m fine I just bumped my toe,” you explained with a slight laugh trying your best to calm your breathing. “Well that’s good then,” he continued, “but please be careful else you’ll make me worry.”

“You don’t need to though, I already have someone like that and he’ll be here soon so I should go,” you stated before saying your goodbyes. You could sense a slight opposition from Mingi on the phone but that didn’t bother you much cause you had someone else to worry about. You look one last look at the quivering hybrid who had collapsed on your living room floor before you stood up.

Rushing to the restroom you began filling the bathtub before retrieving a damp cloth and heading back to the exhausted hybrid in your living room. After cleaning up most of the mess you told Yunho that he needed to take a bath which resulted in him releasing a groan before attempting to get up. Standing beside him you watched as his legs shook releasing a small giggle at the sight. “Shut up,” he said with a slight pout on his lips. “I really did a number on you didn’t I,” you continued.

“Please stop talking,” he groaned as he slowly made his way to your restroom. “Are you going to make me?” you pushed on loving the personality gap that he was displaying. You loved how he went from a whimpering mess to the playful yet slightly defiant Yunho that he currently is. You felt his grip on your arm, pulling you closer to him until your bodies were connected. “Do you want me to?” he inquired, his golden eyes searching yours. “Huh?” was the only thing that could leave your mouth, unbelievable, even after all that you’ve just done to him he can still reduce you to a deer in the headlights that simplicity? “I’m yours,” he whispered just softly enough for you both to hear; like it was a precious secret only to be shared between you too, “I’d do anything you want me to. Whatever you want from me I’ll give it to you.”

#ateez #ateez au #ateez hybrid au #hybrid au #ateez fanfic #ateez hybrid fanfic #ateez hybrid #ateez smut #ateez fluff #yunho hybrid #yunho fanfic #jeong yunho #jeong yunho fanfic #gender neutral reader #I honestly dont know what else lol I havent done this in a while

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haravath0t · 4 years ago

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A Christmas Wish - Day 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Filipino!Reader

Warnings: fluff, an immense word count, a talk with the mom??

Hello, everyone! Finally, we have Day 1 of A Christmas Wish! I’m so happy I found a way to extend the Christmas Spirit well into the year through this request! We are uncovering a huge tradition that means a lot to me and my family as Filipinos! Many of the Filipino community are Christian/Catholic, so this particular tradition will be based on the Christian Christmas tradition for the sake of the plot and its personal meaning! I hope this is something that can be understood between author to reader! I promise, the religious aspect of this particular tradition will not be as emphasized as other parts of the culture that I will introduce! Happy readings my lovelies, and to all my Filipino readers, pasensya kung mali ng English translation ko. Ang hirap naman talaga mg translate eh 😅😅😅 huhuuuu

(italics indicate flashbacks! english translations are provided and the pictures of the foods are attached in the bottom!)

You opened your eyes excitedly, a big smile forming on your face as you remembered a particular memory from yesterday that really made you so happy:

You, Steve, and your family had finished putting your luggage in the trunk of the van, squeezing themselves in either of the two vans. The driver was now hours in on the road, the chaos had died down as your cousins who decided to join yours and Steve’s van were asleep. The city was long gone, as the buildings had now become hills and green fields, passing by small little towns and provinces. The once crowded and traffic highways turned into a wide empty road.

Contrary to your cousins who fell back asleep, you were wide awake, not only from the jet lag, but also from your excitement. You were sitting in the middle of the back row of the van, earphones plugged in your ears, listening to the familiar tracks of OPM (Original Pinoy Music) and 70s/80s hits that you were familiar with from your karaoke nights with your parents. Steve was seated on the window (something you recommended him to do), looking as the green grass and hills passed by. Steve couldn’t help but smile, this was something that was so new to him, but it was something you saw as a reminder that you were actually back with your family, back in your roots, back home. It was simple. That’s what he liked most.

“What do you think so far? We’re still a bit far from the hotel and their house, but we’re about more than halfway home,” you ask softly. Steve’s eyes left the window as he instead looks at your lovely sparkling eyes. He couldn’t help the smile that forms on his face as he easily recognizes the excitement on your face. “I already love it, doll. I really do. I can’t wait to have you and your family show us around.” He says softly yet with sincerity. You smiled excitedly and took an earbud out of your ear, kissing his cheek before you put the earbud in his ear, making him laugh. “Y/N, doll, what are you doing?” He asks softly as his eyebrows furrow. You giggle as you scroll through your list of songs that you had downloaded on your phone. “Oh, I figured… well.. If you want, we can listen to this playlist? We can try napping?” You offer, the excited smile turning in a shy one, tints of pink being apparent on your cheeks. Steve’s smile only grew as he kissed your forehead. “Yeah, I’d love that, sugar. What’s the type of music in this one?” He asks softly, securing the earbud into his ear further. “It has some Filipino music and some 70s and 80s songs that my parents love… I listened to them all the time growing up,” you reply with a smile, choosing the song “I Think I’m Falling in Love” by The Boyfriends, smiling as the familiar opening notes are being played into yours and Steve’s ear. Steve’s eyebrows raise in surprise when the music plays but smiles as he lets the tune settle into his ears. Steve subconsciously wraps his arm protectively around your body, “C’mon honey, get comfy, yeah?” You did not think twice as you lean against him, resting your head against the crook of his neck, a big smile on your face reappearing as his familiar scent fills your nostrils. A deep chuckle is felt underneath your body. “Feelin’ better?” He asks softly, resting his cheek against your head. “Mhm, much better.” You sigh happily, closing your eyes as you feel his fingers comb your hair. You smile as you drift off to sleep, hearing the lyrics “I think I’m falling in love, something’s telling me so”.

“You do realize wherever you’re goin’ I’m goin’ right?” He asks with a smile, as he swallows a piece of pandesal. “This is so good by the way,” he adds before you speak up. “I know, but this thing takes place at 4 AM in the Cathedral, Steve! That’s early! “Okay, but we go to different time zones for missions, sweetheart. This is not new, we’ll be fine, you know me,” he responds, chuckling, “besides, we can sleep in after everything.” “Fair point,” you giggle, finishing your milk and throwing the plastic cup away. You kiss Steve’s head and hug him from behind. “Well… I can’t thank you enough, honey. You are doing so much already. Thank you. My family likes you already, I’m sure” A comforting hand rubs your forearm up and down before a soft pair of lips meets the back of your hand. “I’d be very happy if your family does. Their opinion of us matters to me too.” “How’d you even know about us going to mass today?” “Your Tita Joy mentioned it actually last night over dinner, asked if we both were going to Simbang...Simbang Gabi?” Your heart leapt at the sound of Steve saying something in Tagalog, a giggle erupting from your lips. “Goodness, Steve, you’re so adorable. Come on, we gotta get ready if we’re going to the Cathedral by jeepney.” You say, kissing his head before you get your clothes from your suitcase to head to the bathroom.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, playfully saluting you before he follows suit.

Steve was quite happy he tagged along with you, for the town was wonderfully decorated with parols (Christmas lanterns) and a nativity scene in front of the Cathedral. Not only that, he loved seeing you focused throughout the service, watching as you were alongside your family and practicing your tradition. It was truly something beautiful to see in his eyes.

Now, you and your family and Steve were outside of the Cathedral alongside other churchgoers, the town now starting to busy itself as the dawn arrives. There were now many food stalls outside, serving coffee and tea as well as wonderful foods to pair with the Christmas season. These included, bibingka, puto (rice cakes), suman, pandesal, and so much more. “Teka lang, Nanay, kukuha ako lang pagkain para sa atin lahat,” (hold on, mom, I’m just going to get some food for all of us) you say to your mom, her nodding in response. “Oh sige, anak. Sama mo ng Tatay mo! May pera s’ya!” (Alright, take your father with you! He has money!) She responds as you disappear in the crowd to get your guys’ share of good food. Steve only smiles at the interaction, watching as you go ahead with your father to one of the food stalls. “She’s like a kid, isn’t she?” Your mom says to Steve causing him to jump a little and only nod in response. “Yes, ma’am.” She playfully groans and waves her hand to him dismissively. “Oh, please you’re gonna call me ma’am? No, Tita will do for now,” She chuckles, making Steve relax in relief, not realizing his body had been tense. “Oh, Okay Tita.” She smiles and gives Steve a thumbs up and a nod of approval, which makes Steve smile. “You know, Steve, this whole Simbang Gabi thing is something she always has done since she was a girl. She loved it very much.” Steve smiles at this, imagining a younger you holding your parents’ hands as you make your way in the church. “It makes sense why she was up earlier than me during the Christmas season. I always wake up for a morning jog. I normally hear or see her out and about back home.” Your mom only chuckles, watching you and your father order some bibingka first.

“Did she tell you what her motivation was as a kid?” She asks, seeing Steve shake his head. “No, I haven’t.” “Ahh, well, there’s this funny folk belief here, you see. If you attend all 9 masses, then you can make a wish and your wish will come true if that’s what God wills it to be.” Your mother explains, smiling when Steve has an “aha” moment and nods in understanding. “I think that’s beautiful,” he says, hands fumbling within the pockets of his jeans, eyes making contact with yours. He smiles even more when you show your beautiful smile before you go back to ordering from the stalls. “You really love my daughter, don’t you Steven?” She asls, looking up at the taller man. “With all of my heart, Tita,” he responds firmly and surely, which eases your mom.

“That’s good to hear. I love the certainty. She deserves that much you know. She’s been through a lot. And… I can see the way you two look at each other. It makes me happy,” She says, sighing in content. “We’re glad to be able to have you celebrate with us. Goodness, I cannot even thank you enough for letting us fly over with you two.” “It’s not a problem, Tita,” He starts. “Family is important to Y/N, and I hope you know that she talks about you guys constantly. I can’t blame her, you all are very kind and lovely to me. It’s been a wish for her to come here for the holidays.” “Her wish, huh?” Your mom smiles. “Yes, Tita.” “What about you? You’re joining us in these, so do you have a wish?” Your mother presses on, burning through Steve’s eyes with her eye contact. Steve however, was blushing for different reasons. “I do, Tita. It’s ambitious, so let’s see.” “Well don’t be shy, tell me!” Your mom squeals excitedly, motioning to Steve to whisper it into her ear. And so he does, your mom is smiling bigger and bigger and bigger as she hears.

“Oh, susmaryosep! (Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!) That’s a nice wish, very ambitious, I like it! I’m sure it will come true. I’m sure.” Your mom exclaims clapping her hands together in pure excitement. “You...you think so?” Steve asks shyly, seeking for reassurance. “It’s a tough one, Tita. I’m sure you’ve heard the expression “a man out of time” being used on me. It’s a very tough thing to do, you know, to adjust to current events and current society.” He comments, scratching the back of his head. “And you are doing good, Steve. You’re an honest hardworking guy. I promise. I think when the time is right, you’ll get what you wish for.” “Well let’s see, Tita, let’s see.”

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Pandesal (bread rolls)

Puto (rice cakes)

Bibingka

Suman

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gallaghersgal · 4 years ago

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Songbird c2: Honey Hi || Frankie Morales

Pairing: Frankie Morales × gn!reader

Summary: A couple weeks after first meeting the kind bartender with the warm brown eyes, you begin to get to know him better.

Warnings: none ??

A/N: I can't believe im already losting chapter 2 what the hell its only been a week since this idea came to me

Wordcount: 2k

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You stood back, looking at the loose outline of a song you had just scrawled across the chalkboard wall in your room. You had a good feeling about this one. All you needed was one good afternoon to sit down and put it to music before it would be ready for the citizens of Boston. You had picked up a couple of regulars after eight months of busking, they enjoyed your original songs and had even bought the shitty CDs you'd made with a mixture of covers and original material. Speaking of busking...

You looked out your window to make sure the bright, cloudless sky hadn't changed since sunrise, then grabbed your acoustic guitar and headed out.

The sun shined on you as you made your way through the streets of Boston, past restaurants and studios, across crosswalks and through the crowds. As you passed the Sunrise Theater, your thoughts fell warmly on the fond memories you had already made there. It had been a few weeks since Rumors in the Night started weekly gigs there. The money was doing you well, but you still took to the streets two or three times a week. It wasn't even really for the money, although a couple extra dollars from passerby was a bonus. What you really loved was the performance, sharing a part of yourself with an indifferent world. If you could bring a smile to the face of just one lonely passerby, you felt you had done good.

You set up in the shadow of a bank, in a small alcove where the walls would push your voice outwards. You sat your donation jar at your feet and unzipped your guitar case, pulling it out and beginning tuning. When everything was set, you began to sing.

"Honey, honey, honey / Who could be sweeter than you / Honey, honey, honey / Bitter sweet, but what can I do."

You were completely carefree, singing on the streets of Boston. This city was beginning to feel a bit like home, although you knew you wouldn't be here for long. Your eyes were still fixed on LA, on the lights of Hollywood. You longed to see your name in lights, headlining at the Hollywood Palladium.

"Lord it's been good to talk to you / Even sweeter than wine / Don't take the love light away / Cause I'm far away from home / Daddy, all I'm trying to tell you / Lord, I really love you, love you, love you."

This was a good song to warm up with, medium paced and not too vocally challenging. It sounded better with a full band, though. You would have to ask Fatima if you could put it on the setlist for your gig in the park this weekend.

"Honey, honey, honey, hi / honey, honey, honey hi / honey, honey, honey hi."

You watched a child come up and drop a few coins into your jar and you smiled, leading straight into your next song. You ran through Have You Ever Seen The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival, Waiting on the World to Change by John Mayer, Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac and a couple others you had in your repertoire. You liked to finish up with Thank You for the Music by ABBA, it was a favorite of yours but it took a while to warm up for.

"Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing / Thanks for all the joy they're bringing / Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty / What would life be? / Without a song or a dance what are we? / So I say thank you for the music / For giving it to me."

There was no one around, but you didn't care. This song meant something to you, and you were going to sing it for the world to hear.

"So I say / Thank you for the music, for giving it to me."

As you finished the song, a familiar face appeared in front of you.

"You take requests?" Frankie asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

You chuckled, grabbing our water bottle and taking a quick sip. "Yeah, if I know 'em. I was just about to pack up for lunch but one more song won't hurt. For a friend, of course."

"A friend?" he asked, a gleam in his eye.

"An acquaintance. Someone I know. But anyway, hit me."

"Landslide," he said, and you rolled your eyes. "What!? It's my favorite."

"You could pick something a little more original," you teased as you tucked your pick into your pocket and started to pluck the opening of the song. Frankie backed up against the lamp post to your right, settling his arms across his chest.

"I took my love, I took it down / I climbed a mountain and I turned around / and I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills / 'til the landslide brought me down."

The song was well known, and it brought you a small crowd almost immediately.

"Oh mirror in the sky, what is love / can the child within my heart rise above / can I sail through the changing ocean tides / can I handle the seasons of my life," you smiled softly, looking at the faces around you as they stopped to watch.

"Well I've been afraid of changing cause I built my life around you / but time makes you bolder even / even children get older / and I'm getting older too."

You closed your eyes, letting the music take you over. You lost yourself in the song until it was over and the five or so people around you were clapping quietly and nodding in appreciation.

"Thank you, thank you," you stooped to place your guitar in its case, watching from the corner of your eye as the onlookers drop a dollar or two into your jar. You looked up when you saw a twenty flutter into the jar, your eyes meeting Frankie's kind gaze.

"No, no I can't-"

"Nonsense," he said, "I liked your music, and you deserve it."

You zipped up your guitar case, taking the bill from the jar and pressing it back into Frankie's hand. "I can't take your money, Frankie."

He chuckled at your persistence. "Alright, alright. You said you were headed to lunch?"

You shrugged, "I was gonna go home, maybe make myself some ramen…"

"On a day like this?" Frankie shook his head, then jerked it to the side, asking for you to follow him. "C'mon, we're getting you some real food."

You huffed out a breathless laugh as you slung your guitar case across your back. "Maybe that's a good idea. I've been living here for nine months and the only restaurant i've ever really been to is the Thai place over on Matthews."

"You can't be serious," his voice was thick with disbelief as he looked back at you. You nodded, confirming your statement was true and he hadn't heard you wrong. "What about the others, Ezra and them… Are they the same?"

"Ezra's a native Bostonian, but he's not big on restaurants. Julian and Cade both moved here around a year ago and me and Fatima have been here for nine months, we moved together. So we're all pretty new here, except for Ezra." You watched with curious eyes as Frankie waved to a man across the street selling snow cones. He was just so personable, no wonder it felt like you'd known him forever even though it had only been a couple of weeks since you met. He adjusted his gait for a second so you'd fall into place beside him, and for a moment you felt your heart flutter.

"I'm from Eastern North Carolina, originally-"

"I can hear it, you've got a bit of an accent," there was a twang to some of the words he spoke, something that gave him a bit of a southern gentleman flair. And he was a gentleman, as far as you could tell.

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement. "Folks here say that too. I moved her when I was eighteen but I guess it never really left me."

"You can take the man out of the south-"

"But you can't take the south from the man," Frankie finished. His cheeks were tinted a little pink, a smile falling into place on his lips.

Momentarily, you paused to admire him. "Do you miss home?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, I miss it sometimes. I go back once a year over the summer, to visit my family. My sister and my nephews are still down there, and my mom and dad. But this is my home now, I don't think I'll ever leave."

You found yourself in front of a corner hotdog shop, and Frankie opened the door for you. The place looked like it was straight out of the 60's, checkered tile and all. "This is real food?"

Frankie looked offended as he sat down in one of the booths. "And here I thought you'd appreciate this," he pulled one of the menus out and handed one to you as you slid in across from him.

You looked over the menu, looking for something that would catch your eye. "What do you suggest," you asked Frankie, laying your menu flat and tucking your feet up under the booth so you wouldn't kick him.

"This." He pointed out a burger, and you had to admit it looked good. "Best burger I've ever had, I swear on everything holy you'll love it."

The waiter came and took your orders, you got the burger Frankie had suggested and a strawberry milkshake to go with it. Afterwards, you found yourself staring off at the Jukebox by the counter. You wondered what they had in there, and if it was automated or authentic.

As if reading your thoughts, Frankie tossed you a quarter. You barely caught it, watching in confusion as he stood. "It's old school, just like everything else in here." You followed him over to the jukebox, and laughed when he pulled out a pair of reading glasses to see the small print of the track listing.

"What are you, fifty?" you teased.

"Watch it," he returned with a playful glare. "I'm paying for your lunch."

"Frankie you don't have to-" you started, but he shook his head.

"I'm paying, end of story. Can't have you thinking I'm not a gentleman." Your eyes fell on the gentle crinkles by his eyes that showed up when he smiled, and you wondered how anyone could mistake him for anything other than a gentleman. But you kept your mouth closed. "Now c'mon, pick a song, Songbird."

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That night you found yourself sitting with Fatima, eating ice cream and watching a baking marathon on the food network. But your thoughts weren't on the contestants' lemon meringue pies. You were staring at the wall, your lunch with Frankie running through your head. Your lunch… date? No, that wasn't a date. That was just a lunch between acquaintances. Between friends.

You began to turn to Fatima, but as always she was ahead of you. She had turned down the TV and was already turned towards you, waiting. "He likes you."

You weren't even surprised, Fatima knew you better than anyone else. Of course she knew what you were thinking. "You think so?" you asked, and Fatima glared at you.

"Yes, I know so."

You tucked your knees against your chest, pulling your spoon out of your tub of Ben and Jerry's and chewing on it a little. Frankie was a kind man, you didn't want to read too much into his actions. But still, he had taken you out to lunch. And payed for your meal. And given you a nickname. "He called me songbird," you mused.

"Thats… That's adorable oh my god." Fatima sighed wistfully, eating a spoonful of her ice cream. "You should invite him to the show on Saturday!"

"I did. Well, I really just told him about it. But he said he'd be there. Is Landslide on the setlist?" you asked, and Fatima nodded. "Good. It's his favorite."

"What would you say if he asked you out?"

"I think…" you paused, but there was no need to. "I think I'd say yes."

End.

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xpao-bearx · 4 years ago

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《This story series is also on my AO3 acc @ Paoloca》

SUMMARY: The bachelors of Selphia conjure up a plan to decide who truly deserves the beautiful princess' heart...if Frey can only choose one of them, that is.

PAIRINGS: Frey x Vishnal, Frey x Kiel, Frey x Doug, Frey x Arthur, Frey x Dylas, Frey x Leon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please bear these in mind if you are uncomfortable and do NOT report!

NOTE: I have been an avid fan and lover of the Rune Factory series for a looong fooken time now and with RF 5 coming up (who else can't wait?!?!) along with my bursting inspiration, I decided to do something a lil special~ 💖

This story is actually one I wrote--or at least TRIED to write as I didn't finish it--many years ago on my old Wattpad acc (I have a new one now). As such, I'm taking the basic plotline from the original idea I had and simply making it a bit better especially now that I'm older + more mature (pfft yeah sure "mAtUrE" xD).

I sincerely and deeply love ALL of the amazing bachelors on RF 4 and as someone who absolutely ✨A D O R E S✨ reverse harems, I really *personally* don't think that Frey has to choose! And so, here's a naughty + sweet story that'll kinda just delve into my--and I'm sure others'--fantasy ;)

I hope ya lovelies will enjoy this story series and your wonderful support is always very much appreciated! 🥺💕💕 Also, feel free to fangirl/fanboy with me anytime~

P.S. Please forgive mah pathetic ass in advance if I ever portray any of the characters wrong, I promise to do my best!!

"The Princess' Harem"

Part 1: The Game

☆ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE TALENTED ARTIST☆

Summer 1, the dawn of a sweltering season. But most of all...

Beach Day!

Ah, yes, a most wonderful holiday to take a dip in the refreshing water and don the most attractive swimsuits that perfectly hugged one's form! And while it was understandable for the gentlemen to gawk and admire the lovely ladies, it seemed that all the bachelors of Selphia were completely ensnared by one warrior princess in particular...

Frey's tinkly laughter carried in the air as she happily swam around in the lake with the other girls. It was certainly a gorgeous day, yet none could quite rival the turquoise haired beauty's radiant smile.

"Haa... The princess is SO beautiful~" Vishnal sighed dreamily, his violet eyes turning into hearts.

"A goddess among mere mortals!" Kiel piped up cutely.

"You guys are so lame! But, uh... Y-Yeah, I agree, I guess." Doug conceded, face flushing as scarlet as his hair.

"I am a man, after all. Therefore, I must say I agree as well." Arthur cleared his throat, propping his glasses.

"You are all perverts..." Dylas grumbled, though he couldn't help but shyly sneak a peek at Frey.

"My, my~ You're such a bad liar, horsie. Calling us perverts when you, yourself, are one~" Leon chuckled, smirking.

"Who're ya calling horsie?!" Dylas snapped, but couldn't start an argument when all of them heard a splash and saw Frey emerge onto shore.

"Princess!" Vishnal beamed, not wasting a single second as he dashed towards her with a towel much like an excited puppy. "Are you done swimming?"

Frey gratefully took the towel, wiping her drenching body with it. "Yes, I am! And once I change into my clothes, I'm going to be checking the requests."

"You're ever so diligent, Frey. I truly admire that about you." Arthur smiled as he and the rest of the boys approached their beloved girlfriend. Arthur's glasses then flashed as the sun reflected on them, and he quickly grabbed that splendid opportunity for his gaze to drop and hyperfocus on Frey's nearly naked body. He barely managed to suppress it as he almost shamelessly licked his lips, fully taking in and very much appreciating her wet and fit physique.

"Oh, it's nothing! I'm only doing my duties." Frey giggled, embarrassed as her cheeks tinted pink. "But other than that, how come you guys aren't in your swimsuits? It's boiling!" She frowned worriedly.

"Why, is milady that eager to see me in all my glory?" Leon purred, standing in front of her in a flash. His teal eyes sparkled mischievously, as one of his hands reached forward to run his fingers through her long hair. "If you want to see me that badly, I'd rather 'perform' a private show for you tonight~"

Frey became as red as a ruby, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water. She tried to speak, but no words came out as she could only stare up with eyes as wide as dinner plates at an amused Leon who was enjoying this situation far too much.

"Oi, knock it off!" Dylas growled, wrapping a protective arm around Frey as he glared sharply at Leon. "She's gonna go fishing with me after she's done, anyways!"

"WHAT?! No fair, you can't hog her all to yourself! If you guys are going fishing then I'm going, too!" Doug huffed, snatching Frey away from Dylas.

"No way, you dumbass dwarf! You're not invited!"

"Well, I am now, you fucking nag!"

As the two handsome idiots bickered like an old married couple and fought over Frey, she could only release an exasperated sigh. Honestly, she loved them both, but there was really no use trying to talk any sense into them. The best anyone could do was just wait it out until they inevitably get tired.

But as Doug and Dylas were yanking Frey from one side to another like a ragdoll, they suddenly stopped. It seems that everyone else halted, too, and the air blew bitter cold. Frey, oblivious, could only raise a brow before she finally realized--or more like felt--what all the boys were staring at.

She looked down, Doug and Dylas' hands accidentally cupping each one of Frey's breasts. All of the boys were a thousand shades of crimson, and Vishnal even started to have a nosebleed.

"ACK! S-Sorry..!" Doug and Dylas exclaimed in unison, abruptly pulling their hands away as if they were burned.

"O-Oh, uh, it's f-fine..!" Frey stuttered, not being able to meet anyone's gaze. "I-It was just an accident, after all!"

"Are you sure you're alright, Frey?" Kiel asked, holding her hands into his gently as he studied her face in concern. "These lowlifes didn't hurt you, did they?" It was rare for Kiel to be angry let alone badmouthing anyone, but it was clear from his tone how upset he was. Honestly, Doug and Dylas were a little scared...

"Y-Yes, I'm alright!" Frey nodded vigorously, smiling brightly. "Seriously, guys, don't worry about me! I'll see you all later, okay?" She hurriedly gave each one of them a chaste peck on the cheek before making her way back to the castle.

"So..." Leon began, a fake smile plastered on his lips as his eyes held no emotion. "I wonder who the true perverts are now?"

"H-Hey, it was an accident! Besides, it's all this moron's fault!" Dylas retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at Doug.

"MY fault?! If you just invited me in the first place, none of this would've happened!" Doug shouted furiously.

"You guys...touched...the princess' b-b-breasts..." Vishnal muttered, totally lost in his own world as he was slowly deteriorating from existence.

"Oh, my..." Arthur let out a heavy exhale. "I'm sure you two already know this, but as soon as Frey is done with her tasks then you both must apologize to her again. Accident or not, it is completely unacceptable for a man to touch a woman without her consent."

"Hey, y'know, I've been wondering..." Kiel cut in. "Do you guys ever think if Frey is just being strung along by us?"

"What do you mean?" Doug frowned.

"Like, didn't we confess to Frey at different times? And at every confession, she rejected all of us. And later on, it was only then we found out that we all shared the same feelings for her."

"So, what's your point?" Dylas pressed.

Kiel sighed, staring pointedly at the taller man. "Don't you find it a bit weird that now, we're all in a relationship with her? I know that being in a polyamorous relationship with Frey was something we all consented on from the very beginning, but why the sudden change of heart?"

"Isn't it obvious? Being in a polyamorous relationship means that Frey likes all of us at the same time, which is fine. Maybe she was just too shy at first to admit it." Leon shrugged.

"That may be true, or...what if she's only with us out of pity?" A wave of realization washed through everyone, and a certain pang of sadness settled in their hearts. "Frey is such a nice person, it's possible she only agreed to be with us since she felt bad for rejecting us. And now, she doesn't know how to break up with us for fear of hurting us even more."

"There's also one other possibility..." Arthur spoke up. "What if she actually likes one of us, but can't exclusively date that person?"

Dead silence. Only the faint sounds of the lake thrashing and birds chirping, before Vishnal was the one who first woke up back to reality.

"So... What are we supposed to do?" He questioned softly. "I feel so terrible... If what you're saying is true, then I don't want to continue on like this. I love Frey, but I can't ever bear the thought of hurting her!"

"How about a game?" Leon suggested.

"Now's really not the time, foxy." Doug rolled his eyes.

"No, no. You've misunderstood." Leon shook his head. "I'm talking about a game to see who Frey truly likes or doesn't like. And that way, we won't have to be hurting her and suffering like this anymore."

"Hmm... An interesting proposition." Arthur hummed thoughtfully. "I don't quite like referring to this as a 'game', but colour me intrigued. What's your idea, then?"

"Alright. So, we each get one whole day to spend with Frey. Completely alone, and no one is allowed to bother anyone else. As long as Frey is okay with it, then we can do whatever we want with her. Going on dates, exploring...you get the idea. Finally, by the end of the week, we'll all ask her how she feels and who she had the most fun with. Her answer will then determine what will happen afterwards."

"Hmph. Okay, that sounds good." Dylas nodded, agreeing for once. "How can we settle who goes first and last, though?"

"I think it would only be fair if we go in the order that Frey met us. So it's Vishnal, me, Doug, Arthur, Dylas, and then Leon." Kiel offered.

"All in favour?" Arthur asked, and everyone collectively voiced out their approval. "Good. It's settled, then. May the best man win!"

"Speaking of, I forgot that the castle is undergoing construction! So please excuse me, I'll have to get going now!" Vishnal grinned, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"Wait... I just visited Ventuswill earlier with Granny Blossom." Doug furrowed his brows before gasping. "That bastard..! He went to go have a headstart with Frey!" He immediately chased after the conniving butler, but not before his shoulder got bumped hard by Dylas.

"If anyone's gonna get a headstart, it's me!"

"Oh, shut the hell up, HORSIE!"

Arthur sighed deeply, rubbing his temples stressfully as Kiel only chuckled sheepishly. Leon simply watched the scene, his fan hiding his smirk.

'There is a saying: Save the best for last~' Leon thought satisfyingly to himself.

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firaknight · 4 years ago

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So this is basically PMD x Kirby

(Here’s a key: pink is the name of the character, green is the Pokemon they chose, blue means male, pink means female, purple is the description of design changes)

So, before I explain who gets who, Adeleine sets up a few rules/guidelines for everyone.

1: The couch. Adeleine and Ribbon live in a cottage on the outskirts of town and therefore have a small house. When everyone’s there, she has a set seating system: tall people (DDD, herself, Daroach, etc) have to sit on the couch or in the general back. Short people (basically everyone else) sit in front of the couch and around the floor (she gives them pillows and floor seats of course)

2: No repeats! It’s to help her remember and also to not cause confusion or arguments. Nobody gets to have the same Pokemon as someone else (the only exception being if they plan to evolve them into a branching evolution, like Gardevoir and Gallade in the Ralts line)

3: Personalize! Everyone gets to add design changes to theirs (cut ear, different patterns, accessories, etc) to make them their own! They also assign genders to theirs and if they can’t decide, dice are rolled. Odds for male, evens for female (they can choose not to, but the vast majority were like “yeah whatever let’s just give them a gender”).

Ok onto the actual Pokemon

Adeleine: Chikorita, female, wears a scarf (part of the in-game story) and has a multicolored head leaf! Also had a small crystal hanging from her neck!

She saw the design and called them a “tiny dinosaur with a big leaf” and immediately decided on them. She loves them to death and thinks they’re the cutest Pokemon on the planet.

Ribbon: Fennekin, female, wears a scarf (part of the in-game story), has fur that is more pink than red, and wears a huge red bow! Also has a small crystal hanging from her neck!

Couldn’t choose the same Pokemon as Adeleine and thought Fennekin looked beautiful (she was even more excited when she saw the final evolution). She also has a type matchup with Adeleine and absolutely takes bullets for her to keep her from dying.

Kirby: Eevee, female, white fur is tinted pink, has blue eyes instead of brown, and wears bunch of colorful accessories like bows, bracelets/anklets, and collars!

Couldn’t decide on the gender and the dice rolled female! He doesn’t care and loves his Eevee!!! He likes how soft they look and how they have different evolution!! It’s like his copy abilities!!! He’s stuck trying to figure out what to evolve them into tho.

Dedede: Piplup, male, wears a big robe and hat, body is a slightly darker and more vibrant blue, and is a little chubbier!

He convinced Adeleine to take on a more difficult dungeon request for this (she got a big dinner at the royal table and got to stay the night in one of the royal rooms out of it though so it was worth it) and after a near 2 hour run and almost 3 game overs, she got it. Dedede only wanted it because it’s the only penguin Pokemon in the series and he wanted a big penguin like himself!!!

Meta Knight: Ralts (Gallade), male, wears a mask like his own, has more jagged blades, and wears a cape!

Only picked them because they saw Gallade and said “yeah that’s gonna be me” and didn’t wait for an answer. He likes their arm blades and the fact that they have a mega evolution (even BIGGER blades!!!!!!! A big tattered cape!!!!!! Badass looks!!!!! What’s not to like!!!!)

Bandee: Karrablast, male, wears a blue bandana, body is orange instead of blue, stomach is cream instead of orange, and has a tiny spear (this is later removed when they evolve)!!!

They saw Escavalier and got super excited!! Double spear arms!!! Armored and tough looking!!! They like how tough they look and 100% chose them for that reason only (although the Pokemon kinda grew on them over time). Not ultra tough right now but they’re getting there!

Marx: Sableye, male, gems are basically mirrors, wears a jester cap like his own, and has only 2 claws instead of 3!!

He likes how fucking creepy they look and how their mega evolution has teeth. It’s a very specific detail they will absolutely drill into why they like them so much. They also like how powerful they can be if used correctly!

Gooey: Goomy, female, body is shades of blue instead of purple, has a tongue that noticeably sticks out!!

He originally wanted Ditto but then they saw Goomy and felt a certain kind of love for them. He also couldn’t decide and the dice rolled female! He likes how the name is similar to his own and how they’re goopy like him!!! They’re also super squishy and he is too!!!!!!

Rick: Dedenne, male, tail is shorter, body is similar in color to him, has beans!!!!!!

He likes how they’re kinda hamster-esc!! They have electricity too which is hella cool. They look kinda soft to him and he was mildly upset over them not having paw beans and demanded that Dedenne be given justice by having them drawn in (Adeleine totally agrees to this). He likes to think they’re mega soft like himself!!!

Kine: Magikarp, male, slightly flatter, blue instead of orange, larger fins!!

He couldn’t choose a Pokemon and eventually just settled on Magikarp because he thought they’d be ok. Didn’t realize they evolve into such a big Pokemon until they saw what it looked like in one of the dungeons. The keep bragging about how powerful they’re gonna be when they finally evolve, but nobody is taking him seriously because he can only use 1 move as of now and hasn’t reached a point where he can evolve yet.

Coo: Hoothoot, male, body is purple instead of brown, has spiked feathers on his head, has a softer and fluffier appearance!!!!!

It’s an owl. He wanted to be an owl. He reeeeaaallly wants to evolve because Noctowl looks way cooler but he’s fine with what he’s got for now!!! He has a speed based build because he can fly very fast :)

Dark Meta Knight: Noibat, female, monochromatic colors with some red mixed in, mask with a scar, tattered wing membrane!!!

Purposefully decided on having a femal because he thinks it kicks ass a little more (also he loves his adopted daughter and decided that would be badass too). Built like a fucking assault tank but with speed. He absolutely leads the charge when he’s playing and takes every fucking hit possible if it’s aimed at his daughter. Gloats about his badass evolution and how fucking sick it looks despite having not evolved yet.

Daroach: Sneasel, male, wears a cloak and hat like his own, has yellow and longer claws!!!!

He didn’t like any of the existing rats and said “lemme get a thief pokemon” and settled on Sneasel. They have a team called the Squeak Squad and it’s comprised of his Sneasel and the squeaks own copies of the game! They play together in their free time and Daroach had Adeleine grab him a Sneasel so he could play on her copy too.

Magolor: Inkay, male, wears a blue cloak like his own, has yellow eyes!!! (The cloak doesn’t really fit until Inkay evolves)

Physically couldn’t choose and then someone showed him Inkay and he said “oh! I fucking hate them.” It was only until they showed him Malamar that he said “oh they look like they’d backstab someone. Perfect.” He likes how fucking ominous they look and how they would 100% be a supervillain given the chance. His Inkay is a good guy tho don’t worry.

Taranza: Joltik, male, has tiny fangs and little horns that grow out when they evolve, wears a cape, has little gloves on their hands!!!

He wanted Flabebe because of the flowers but was told someone already took that one and decided he’d take a spider Pokemon! Almost settled on Ariados but then saw Galvantula and got super excited. He likes their fuzzy look and thinks they are a lovely Pokemon!!

Susie: Gothita, female, eyes are gradient blue with no pupils, has pink accents on the head, more modern appearance!!

She couldn’t find any pretty ones with tech on them but liked Gothita! She thinks they look ok and Adeleine was nice enough to invite her over for PMD game day so she joined in. Her Gothita is surprisingly beastly and is a heavy hitter! However she also gets her ass kicked really fast because Gothita isn’t built for up close heavy hitting.

Zan Partizanne: Shinx, female, wears the same clothes as her, has more yellow on her!!

She really liked how Shinx looks. Tiny electric kitty puppy thing! She wanted to name it after some kind of thunder deity but wasn’t able to (she probably had a name for it tho). Speedy little powerhouse who looks adorable. Continues to tell Adeleine that she’s only doing this to repay her debt (and also for insulting her hairline) but is really just enjoying herself.

Flamberge: Fletchling, female, wears the hat and ribbon-like shawl, has spiked feathers that stick up a lot like her hair, more vibrant red!!!

She fucking loves this little bird. Like. A lot. Something about them is just so awesome to her. Maybe it’s because it evolves into a giant fire falcon but who knows! She just loves them and cherishes them with all her heart. BEGGED Adeleine to recruit them and managed to convince her (she had to offer up making her a cool sword to get it. Adeleine accepted the deal almost immediately because cool ass sword).

Francisca: Vanillite, female, wears the hat and shawl, has more vibrant blue, ice cream part is the same color as her hair!!!

You know exactly why she chose this one. Ice cream baby!!!!!!!! She thinks they’re lovely and wants a plush of them super bad (they don’t make them yet but merch happens eventually!). She jokes that they have an ice cream stash they live in.

Pitch: Pidgey, male, green in color!

He got to join in after the other animal friends told him! He’s good friends with Adeleine (all the animal friends are) and she let him pick a Pokemon! He doesn’t play as much because he has to use his little feet’s but he does his best!

Nago: Glameow, female, body is orange and the ears are brown! Eyes remain closed instead of open to reflect his design!

He wanted it to be a girl just because. He says it’s because it resembles his girlfriend a teensy bit (just in coat color really) and he loves her a lot. Little bastard cat causes trouble on adventures and purposefully runs off to look for the stairs by himself without any incentive from Adeleine.

Chuchu: Frillish, female, wears a small red ribbon and has a more vibrant pink body!!

Couldn’t choose originally but settled on Frillish because it’s the closest thing to her. Nicknamed it frilly and likes to cause problems. She’s got a pretty decent move set and knows how to kick ass with it tho so she makes up for her trouble with that.

Queen Ripple: Flabébé, female, wears glasses and has black ear frill things, wears her crown, and wears her dress!!! Flower is white!

She gets to play too!!!!! Adeleine offered to let her have a Pokemon and she plays though wireless connection! On a very rare occasion, she makes a trip out to Popstar for a week or so and gets to play during then! She has a lot of fun and adores the design for Flabébé so damn much (plus it’s fairy type and that makes her very happy)!!!

#fira knight screeches #fira makes braincells #long post #OH YEAH BABY ITS DONE!!!!#yes there’s some oddballs in here I love all equally and they all get a chance #Void gets to play too but it’s not until a lot later when they get reincarnated so Adeleine gives them more choices (they pick a legendary)#they like to play but get really confused so they typically just go on the shorter expeditions that only take a couple minutes #Hyness doesn’t play because he doesn’t have the comprehension for it #no braincells in that man #he’s supportive of it tho #anyways HI EVERYONE ITS DONE!!!!!!!!!!

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 4 years ago

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Forever Is A Long, Long Time

Pairings: Romantic Logicality

Verse: An Unlikely Suspect (Among Us AU)

TWs: Makeout mention, implied sexual activities, they’re really soft honestly..

Summary: Patton and Logan have been dating for a couple years now, but with only a month til their next voyage on the Skeld, and Logan working overtime to be the best Captain the crew could ask for, they rarely get some alone time. Luckily, Patton has the perfect idea...

(Recommended music: I Wouldn’t Mind by He Is We)

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One Month before the Skeld Departs:

Patton excitedly made his way along the corridors of MIRA HQ to reach the cafeteria; he’d been stuck in the greenhouse all morning and early afternoon tending to the needs of the plants and their development cycles, but finally he could spend time with his boyfriend. Logan had been working so tirelessly, Patton couldn’t help but admire his passion and drive.

After all, the Skeld’s next captain needed to be someone the crew could feel safest with after all. Not that Patton ever believed his boyfriend was incapable, if anything, he believed Logan was already more than qualified for the job. The crew echoed the sentiment as well. But Logan seemed determined to keep working himself into the ground at this rate.

Patton had decided to fix that.

In his backpack rested lunch for the two of them, made ahead of time to spare them the long wait in line, the cyan-clad crewmate merrily continuing his trek to the cafeteria until he could see that familiar silhouette approaching the intersection of the threeway corridor.

“Logan!”, Patton beamed cheerfully, his radiance only matched as Logan turned toward the voice of his beloved. Once they were within touching distance, Logan was more than welcome for the embrace Patton offered.

“Greetings Patton,”, he chuckled, clearly already exhausted, “I apologise for not dropping by sooner-”

“Don’t you go over-working that noggin of yours any more, Logan! You’ve been working hard, so I wanted to surprise you with a homemade lunch!”, he opened his backpack and pulled out the lunchbox he’d prepared when Logan stopped him gently. His hand softly caressed Patton’s, “That sounds wonderful Patton, but I would sooner enjoy it… well… with just the two of us?”, he gestured to the rather full canteen with a quick nod of his head.

Pat noted the red tint cradling Logan’s cheeks, standing out against the collar of his dark blue uniform. Equally flustered by the thought of spending some one on one time with his boyfriend, Patton agreed, “Of-! Of course!! Where um, would you like to-”

“We may do so in my cabin-”, Logan offered, making sure to clarify, “Simply for convenience! I mean, we have work we must be on call for-”

Oh my god, how could someone so tall and handsome look so adorably flustered in an instant?

Patton giggled, “It’s fine, Logan, lead the way!”

The trip through the halls brimmed with mirth and starlight; Patton’s puns - while Logan maintained they were still awful - never ceased to wrench a fond sigh and a smile from his boyfriend. Once they were comfy in Logan’s cabin, Patton carefully opened up the lunch box to present an array of home cooked goodies; a tub of pasta each, and some mini berry tarts made specially with Crofters Jam. The latter made Logan’s eyes glisten in a way Patton hadn’t seen since their last trip to Earth.

“Starlight,”, Patton nearly melted at the love in Logan’s tone, “Where did you get this? We haven’t been authorised for any recent excursions back to Earth...”

Patton grinned cheekily, “I miiiight have specially asked Remy to get his buddies at the Earth station to beam over some~!”

Logan gasped, “Patton! You know full well-”

“I know, “all snacks and supplies must be given a month in advance to be checked over”, but I always follow protocol every other time I’m manning the loading bay! One little stowaway isn’t gonna get me in trouble. Besides, I wanted to make this really special before your debut as our new Captain!”

A tenseness found its way up Logan’s spine, going easily noticed by Patton. His smile softened into a gentle concern, “....You’re ready, Sunshine. I know it.” An easiness settled on Logan’s shoulders at the nickname, prompting Patton to continue, “It’s scary being in charge, I really, really don’t blame you for being anxious about it, but if anyone can keep us safe, it’s you, Logan.”

Gracefully, Patton softly picked up a blackcurrant tart, softly holding it for Logan to take a bite, earning a flush of rosy pink across the taller man’s cheeks.

“Heck, I trust you with my life, now and forever, Sunshine.”

Logan gave a small huff, but his smile was unwavering as he took a bite of the tart. The delicious homemade filling was nearly as sweet and filling as the love and support Patton offered so readily.

“Forever is a long, long time, Starlight. But I agree.”, he licked his lips, “Your baking never ceases to amaze me, it’s delicious.”

“Well then, I suppose I should try it-”

“Absolutely.”

Without missing a beat, Logan softly set the treat aside and brought Patton in for a kiss. Soft and slow though that changed with a gentle licking of Patton’s lower lip. All of a sudden, the cyan crewmate could taste the berry flavour lingering on Logan’s tongue, letting himself be pulled into Logan’s lap. Their kisses always ended up this way; deep, romantic, full of longing, a scream of “I love you” in every second that melted away.

Patton let out a small gasp as Logan broke their kiss to trail his lips down Patton’s neck, “Logaaaan… I thought you said-”

“Change of plan.”, he murmured against Patton’s neck, “Turns out I would rather die than be without you for too long.”

He joked, softly meeting Patton’s flushed gaze, “Besides, I am the Captain now, I believe I am allowed to bend the rules a little…”

Patton had no intention of arguing. It wasn’t how he’d planned their time together to go, but hey, the ring in his pocket would just have to wait a little while longer….

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Part 1 of the An Unlikely Suspect pairing snippets!!

It’s so fluffy I almost forgot this canonically happens a month before the events of An Unlikely Suspect and OOF is that a punch to the gut. .... did I still add in a bunch of details that will make you all want to pry off my kneecaps with a spoon? Absolutely.

Here’s the original fic for those who haven’t read it yet! (do heed the tags! and there is a sequel in the works!)

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword

#logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #among us au #an unlikely suspect au #i wouldn't mind #patton #logan #this is just really fluffy #mostly i mean theres a makeout and some implied but ssssh #forever is a long long time #my fics

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bangtan-madi · 4 years ago

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Year of the Rabbit — Five: Peripheral

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jimin

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, brother!Namjoon, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 2.4k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight.

Warnings — language

Part — 5 / 7

Previous — Next

Jungkook straightens his back. The resolve on his face settles into a firm decision. He takes a long swing from his soju, emptying the bottle, and turns towards you.

"How do you suggest I go about doing that, then?"

"How do you mean?"

"You're a girl. How would you want someone to tell you that they were into you?"

"What, do you think every girl likes being asked out the same way?" At his dumbfounded expression, you scoff. "Aish, I don't speak 'girl,' Bunny. You know her. What would she like?" You tap the side of his head with your knuckles. "Use that brain."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, shoves your hand away, and replies, "Just humor me, would you? Give me some ideas."

Unable to ignore his insistence, you huff out a breath and tilt your head slightly. "Well...if you're scared of face-to-face, maybe try over the phone?"

"Like a text?"

You shake your head vigorously, an unintended groan slipping out. "What? No, that's the worst idea ever! I was thinking more phone call confession. Those are cute."

A tiny smirk tugs on the corners of Jungkook's lips, and the sides of his eyes crinkle as you speak. "That's a kdrama cliche if I've ever heard one."

You grab one of the throw pillows and hold it up, eyes narrowing at your target. "Say it again, I dare you."

The brunet raises his hands in defense. "I didn't say it wasn't cute!"

"You wanted ideas, you get ideas." Lowering the throw pillow, you hold it to your chest and turn your eyes from his. "Don't take my word for it. Would she like that?"

"Maybe...it's worth a try, honestly."

"That's really not a great way to answer that, Kookie." Turning around so that you're sitting cross-legged in front of your companion, you place the pillow in your lap and gesture towards him. "So, if you wanna call her, now you need to decide when."

His eyes widen a bit, and a pink tint covers his cheeks. "After the Lunar New Year, maybe?"

"Why not now? Everyone's in a celebratory mood. Everyone's happy. This is the best damn time, and besides, you got me—your loyal wing-woman—here to help you."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "You're not seriously suggesting—"

"—Call her," you interrupt. "Right now."

The brunet's expression shifts from surprise to horror. "We don't even have service thanks to the storm!"

Pulling your cell from your pocket, you show your companion the three bars with a smug smile. "Storm's passed, Bunny. Call her."

"No way."

You grip the edge of the pillow and lean forward "Why not! I helped you ask out that girl in tenth grade. You were a chicken then, like, even more so than now. I can guide you through this."

Your best friend shakes his head as he pulls himself to his feet. Shuffling away from you, back towards the makeshift kitchen in front of the bakery, he replies, "Not gonna happen, [Y/n]."

You pick yourself off the ground and follow him. "Seriously, though. Why not? How long have you been wanting to ask this girl out? A while, yeah? Take it from me: waiting only makes it harder."

Jungkook begins to clean up the makeshift kitchen, keeping his hands busy on that task and he murmurs a soft reply. "I'd rather do it on my own time. Nothing against you, I just..."

Seeing his obvious discomfort, and realizing that he's not going to change his mind, you relent and let your next argument fall away. You grab a reusable grocery bag from the shelf by the registers and return to help him put things away. Jungkook's gaze flickers up to yours, clearly taken back by your silence.

"That's it?" he asks. "You're not going to push it anymore?"

"No, no," you reply, giving a dismissive wave of your hand. "You wanna do it on your own time, that's okay. I won't force you."

"Then why do you sound so salty about it?"

Tilting your head to the side, you blow a piece of hair out of your eyes. "'Cause I'm always salty?"

Jungkook snickers at your retort, showing his agreement through his lack of comeback.

The following minutes of cleanup are silent. The two of you enjoy each other's company as you put the ingredients into the bag, clean the cooking equipment and pans, and fix the mess around the cooking area. As you retrieve the dishes from the cubby area in front of the window, Jungkook counts out the amount of money owed to the store. Plus an extra tip to account for the mess and disturbance for the evening. You've known the owner for some time, and you highly doubt he'd mind given the circumstances, but seeing Jungkook go out of his way to make things right gives you a sense of pride.

And the little whisper of curiosity perks up again at the thought of who he might be pining after. It had better be someone worthy of him. You're protective of all your friends, but none more than your best friend. It twists your stomach in knots to think about him going through another heartbreak.

But what if this girl really is the one for him? You've never known him to be secretive. If she means this much to him, and he's too shy to talk about her, she's worth asking about.

Again.

You slip behind him at the register, standing up on your tip-toes to whisper, "Although, if you had asked her out already, you'd be at her apartment getting some right now instead of freezing your ass off here with me—"

The brunet groans loudly, caught off-guard by your sudden appearance, and tosses the bills onto the counter. "—Fucking knew you wouldn't let it go."

"I'm just sayin'! Year of the Rabbit could've started off with a bang for the Gym Bunny."

He turns on his heel, staring you down with an unamused expression and cocked eyebrow. "You realize I'm not even born the Year of the Rabbit, right? I'm Year of the Ox."

With a wave of your hand, you reply, "Ox, Rabbit, whatever. It's not even good luck for your birth year, anyway. Be glad it's not the Year of the Ox."

"At least I'm not Year of the Tiger, like you."

"Which explains my shitty year last year," you snide, referencing the prior year in the Chinese zodiac cycle. "Well, what's your girlfriend's zodiac then?"

Jungkook runs a hand through his dark, unruly locks as he turns his back to you. "Um...Rabbit."

"Oof, then maybe don't call her."

He moves across the room, scoops up the blanket from the flower shop, and shakes the crumbs of food from the interior. Eyes still averting yours, he returns, blanket in hand. Draping the scarlet fabric across your shoulders, you fall silent. All sarcasm and teasing instantly fades at the closeness. The gesture silences you; tattooed fingers are gentle and warm as they tighten the throw around you, brushing against your exposed neck.

"Wh—What was that for?" you murmur, voice suddenly softer in the neon light of the bakery.

Jungkook grins, and your heart drops into your stomach when his dimples take center-stage. "You looked cold."

"Oh...really? I feel fine."

A single inked finger caresses your cheek, leaving a trail of tingles and warmth in its wake. "Your cheeks are rosy." His voice is even quieter than yours, and for a brief moment, his gaze locks with yours.

Swallowing dryly, you cup your cheeks between your palms. "I feel warm."

He chuckles, "That's probably the soju, Flower Child."

You narrow your eyes as you stare up at him, keeping your vermilion cheeks covered. "You're trying to distract me, aren't you." It's more of an accusation than a question.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping his hands from the blanket's periphery. "You're really not gonna let this go, are you?"

"I'm just curious!" you exclaim, shaking yourself out of the stupor caused by his closeness. "Who's lucky enough to grab your attention?"

His eyes close for a brief moment. In the silence, you feel the heaviness return to the conversation. The air is uncomfortable, and you find yourself shuffling in place.

"After the holiday," he breathes, letting his attention move to the tile flooring below. "Maybe...Maybe—"

The sound of explosions and the sight of scarlet flares raining from the sky cuts his sentence off. You jump slightly, instinctively moving closer to him. Jungkook's hand reaches for yours, and when you glance up at him, you see his eyes glued to the windows that line the front of the supermarket.

When it happens a second time, he drags you towards the front, moving slow and cautious. The scarlet lights rain down from the sky again, and from your spot against the glass, you see the aftermath of multicolored firework displays.

Once you realize what the origin of the explosion is, a grin spreads across your face. Your fingers lace with Jungkook's, and you tug him towards the supply closet from where you came hours prior.

"C'mon!" you cheer. "The snow's stopped, and we gotta get a better view."

"Where?" your best friend inquires, though he allows you to tug him along behind you.

"The roof! Follow me, I think I can get to it from the attic!"

The Busan native follows you without question. Your hand in his, the pair of you trek across the supermarket, into the supplies closet, and back up the ladder into the attic space. You recall Yoongi telling you at one point that there was an entrance to the roof somewhere inside.

Upon entering the connecting space above the stores, you're met with the familiar chill and darkness. Jungkook utilizes the flashlight on his cellphone without you having to ask. Trudging along, you find the entrance to the roof in less than a minute. The door is small and hardly recognizable but thankfully unlocked.

Pushing through, you and your companion land on a long rooftop that gives a gorgeous view of downtown Seoul. The snow has stopped falling, and the storm has moved on in the direction of the Yellow Sea. Every rooftop, every building, every street is covered in white. But slowly, as if Itaewon-dong is awakening after a winter slumber, lights reappear. Flares, lanterns, fireworks: the city comes to life before your eyes. Hues of gold and scarlet contrast beautifully against the porcelain.

Another firework bounds into the air, originating from the hill near Namsan Tower. You tug on Jungkook's hand, nodding towards the edge of the building. "C'mon, let's get a closer look."

Leaning against the edge of the building, arms propped against the railing, you turn your gaze upwards as a third round of fireworks shower the sky with warm colors. Jungkook stands beside you, hand still over yours on the brick ledge. The temperature is still around freezing, but you hardly mind. But you have a sweatshirt and blanket wrapped around you, and your concern shifts to your best friend.

"Are you cold?" you ask, looking over at him.

His breath comes out in vague clouds, but he's smiling as he shakes his head. "Nope."

"Are you lying?"

"Maybe..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you shrug the blanket from your shoulders and drape it over him, covering his head and shoulders with ease. Jungkook tries to push it back into your grasp, but you give him a scowl and state, "Don't give me that, Gym Bunny. I have a sweatshirt. All you have is that jacket, and it's hardly meant for snow. I'm perfectly warm—"

To your surprise, Jungkook grabs the edges of the blanket in both hands, moves to stand behind you, and wraps his arms around your middle. The blanket acts as a cocoon of body heat as he sets his chin on your shoulder and pulls you back into him. "How about this, then?"

Stammering over your words, you try to hide your blush by turning back to focus on the fireworks. "Yeah, that works, I guess."

You can feel him smirking against your shoulder as Jungkook takes your affirmation as a signal to relax against you. He's fully aware at how his back-hugs shut you up, and he's completely willing to use them to his advantage.

"Happy New Year, [Y/n]," he murmurs after a few minutes of silence.

Tugging the blanket tighter around you both, a small smile slips onto your face. You've never been one to believe in Lunar New Year miracles, the ones your grandmother told you about when you were small, but with Jungkook this close to you, you can't help but stand in awe and wonder at the butterflies in your stomach.

"For what it's worth, you don't have to tell me anything," you add, trying to hide the tender and sensitive heart you're nurturing. "I know you'll share when you're ready, and I hope you didn't feel like I was pressuring you."

Jungkook shakes his head, chin brushing against your sweatshirt. "I never thought that."

"Oh? Good..." You heave a sigh. "Must be some girl."

"She is," he admits. "And it's not that I don't want to tell you. I just..."

Shaking your head, you reach your hand up and back to pat the top of his head without turning around. "You don't have to say anything. Let's...Let's just watch the fireworks, yeah?"

Jungkook doesn't respond verbally, but the way his arms tighten around your center lets you know he's heard you.

"Happy New Year, Jungkookie."

In that moment, under the fireworks, you conclude that it doesn't matter who this girl is. As long as you have him in your life—no matter the role—you're content. You can live with being best friends if it means he's happy. That means more to you than the feelings you push down, and you'll always put his joy above yours.

Because if there's one thing that Jungkook has always been, it's your closest friend, your partner in crime, your one constant thing. Ever since you two met, he's always been bunny smiles, shining eyes, and pure of heart. He's always been there, at the edge of your vision, peripheral and steadfast—like the fireworks exploding in the corners of your eyes.

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magicianapprenticelyra · 4 years ago

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Counting the Days

[Finding Space and Time] | [Counting the Days]

Timeline: Muriel's Route; The Moon/The Sun

[Featuring @vesuvianoak‘s fan apprentice Ąžuolas]

Asra staggering back to the camp was not what Bảo and his family had wanted to see.

“Asra!” Bảo drops everything, rushing on toward the young one.

His face becomes etched with worry: the original party of three is down to one . . . plus Doctor Devorak. The latter follows closely behind the young magician, trying to get Asra to go steady on his feet.

“Asra?” Bảo repeats, placing his hands over Asra’s shoulders. “Asra, where—?”

“Ah, Mr. Nguyen,” the doctor murmurs, placing a firm hand on Bảo’s shoulder, “I would recommend that you, uh, give him some space at the mo—”

“Where are they?!” Bảo pleads. He shakes Asra a bit, trying to get the magician to talk to him, to look at him—

Unfortunately, the young magician’s purple-pink eyes are wide and blank: the poster child of shell shock.

“Bảo—” James’s voice cuts into his inquisition from a distance. He’s quickly moving to get to them, but Walt gets to the trio first.

“Hon, c’mon,” Walt gently pries his hands off of Asra. She nods at Julian as he leads Asra away, a protective arm around the latter’s shoulders.

By then, James has caught up with his partners, quickly ushering them away. Already, there was talk, talk of concern, worry, and dread of what this meant to the resistance against Lucio.

As Walt, James, and Bảo make their way back to their tent, the shortest of them keeps looking up at the sky, a sky that looks too bright, too nice of a blue . . .

How fucking cruel.

Whispered over and over, Bảo mourns, “Ở đâu? Ở đâu, con?”

Where? Where are you?

⁂ ⁂ ⁂

The war council that night is joined by what currently remains of the Aster-Nguyen family. Walt and Bảo are understandably quiet; James is pacing back and forth along the length of their side of the table; Neha, on the other hand, is livid.

“Why the hell am I the last one to know?!” Neha demands vehemently. “She’s my sister! We just got her back—!”

“Nene—” Bảo gets cut off with an aggravated snarl from her.

“Why did you have Ly and Muriel be the ones to go?! There are a lot of other people that could’ve gone in their place!” Neha snarls, her gaze hard and pointed at the Countess. “There are more experienced soldiers in the camp—I know this because—”

“Neha, stop—!” James shakes his head, but it’s no use.

“Who the hell do you think you are!?” Neha demands, slamming her hands onto the table. Tears flood her eyes; as they drip down her cheeks, she yells through gritted teeth, “They’ve already done so much for you! Are their lives that expenda—”

“Neha!” Walt snaps, “Stop it! Don’t talk to the Countess that way!”

“But Mom—”

“No! Enough is enough,” Walt sighs, shaking her head. She looks to James, who nods in return.

Wordlessly, James pulls his daughter away from the war council. Neha fights him the whole way, but James ultimately bundles her under his arms and walks off into the night. Before long, all that could be heard of Neha are her distraught, furious sobs.

The silence around the table is incredibly awkward. The Consul breaks it with: “ . . . well, that was dramatic.” He sips the last remnants of his wine, shaking his head.

For a moment, Nadia is at a loss for words. Her gaze is turned to Walterine and Bảo in sincere apology.

“There are not enough words for me to say how deeply sorry I am that you and your family are going through this,” she says.

“They, ahem . . . they wouldn’t want you to feel bad, Countess,” Walt reassures, though her voice warbles a bit.

“They’re not dead,” Bảo retorts, sighing. He rubs his eyes, tears having already made tracks on his face. “We just need to wait . . .”

“If there is absolutely anything you need,” Nadia replies, “please do not hesitate to seek me out. You know where to find me.”

⁂ ⁂ ⁂

After the first three days of Lyra and Muriel being missing, the Aster-Nguyen family are a wreck. The people around are kind enough to cover their shifts with cooking rotations, patrols, and even tidying around their campsite.

One of them, Ąžuolas, is a dear family friend. A frequent customer, the young man has seen Lyra around the Shop before and after the Red Plague. As of right now, Ąžuolas is among the camp that believes that Ly and Muriel will return. However, his firm belief in them didn’t belay his worries. From what he heard the pair were facing the Pontifex . . . defeating them would not have been easy. Still, he visits the Aster-Nguyen family daily, checking in with them and helping them out wherever needed,

It’s also during this time that Neha became rather sedentary. She did not go and see any of her friends; they came to her instead. With permission from her parents, they had sleepovers around their tent.

For hours at a time, Bảo wandered around the forest. He would come back in an hour or two, but he has this vacant stare in his eyes that sent chills down everyone’s spines. James had to nudge him more often than not to eat.

Asra wasn’t any better: he was usually travelling the realms of the Arcana with Walt to search for their loved ones. They did not have any luck, and it got to the point where Walt actually invited him and Julian to stay a while around her family’s campsite.

“We’ll find them sooner or later,” is her hopeful remark during one dinner.

Asra and Julian look at her with matching expressions of inscrutableness. She falls silent there, quietly returning to her food.

“The point still stands.”

⁂ ⁂ ⁂

The fifth day is when Walt, James and Bảo return to low levels of returning to their assigned duties. Neha was exempt, and she makes a habit of traipsing off into the woods.

It’s Asra who finds Neha out there this time.

It’s not too far away from the edges of Tent-Vesuvia; the magician had been intending to nap at the base of a certain tree, but Neha was already there.

Upon seeing him, Neha says flatly, “You can lie down or sit down or whatever . . .”

Accepting her invitation, Asra spreads out the blanket he has in hand, lying down on it. Settling on it with Faust coiling up on his chest, he places his hat over his eyes, hoping to sleep.

“. . . do you think they ran away?”

Lifting his hat off, propped on his elbows—and hat in hand—Asra raises an eyebrow at her. “How do you mean?”

“That they ran away from all this . . . crazy,” Neha gestures vaguely to the surrounding area.

“I don’t believe so,” Asra replies.

“How can you be sure?”

“For one: I know Lyra wouldn’t intentionally leave the family she was getting to know again,” he explains, sitting up fully now. “Muriel too.”

Neha’s expression screams I doubt it, but she only shrugs. Asra follows her line of sight, seeing the camp getting prepared for what seemed inevitable: lines were drawn into the dirt and a clash between their side to Lucio’s growing army of mercenaries would happen in weeks, if not days from now.

Children, those unable to fight, and the elderly were to stay in a cave until the fighting was over. Nadia wasn’t going to let anyone be stolen away to be a war prize for any of the enemy.

“I want to fight,” Neha exhales, drawing her knees to settle under her chin. “I’ll sneak away if I have to.”

“You’ll get into more trouble.”

“Do you think I care at this point?”

Asra frowns. “Even if you don’t, your parents will. Lyra will.”

Neha scoffs, but she concedes to that point. “She’s got enough trouble in her head with all this . . . if I add to it again she’s gonna get sick with worry.”

“Mhm,” he nods, then goes right back to sleep.

⁂ ⁂ ⁂

“For the love of the gods, Bảo!” James exclaims. He had just witnessed his husband leap over the six foot wide, six foot long, nine foot deep hole of a trap he and several other people had just finished digging. “You could hurt yourself!”

“Well, it still easy to cross!” Bảo retorts, leaning over the edge of it to stare into the abyss.

James swears under his breath, pulling him back to safety. “You break a bone it won’t heal as well! You’re not that young anymore!”

Bảo gasps, absolutely offended. "Hey! I'm not that old!"

"Says the man with gray hair!"

Bảo sticks his tongue out at his husband, but then breaks into laughter with him. James has a point: he was no spring chicken.

Double checking their map, the group’s cartographer makes note of where this trap is. Upon finishing, they all head back to Tent-Vesuvia.

Everyone was ready for the battle ahead: Bảo was going to be stationed in the trees with some other fellows, pelting things at the enemy; Walt would be with the group where the children and elderly would be hidden away, maintaining the shields and protection spells around her charges; James was going to be among the foot soldiers, which to no end worried everyone in his family.

“Are you sure you want to be on the ground when it happen?” Bảo murmurs softly. “You could stay with me or something . . . fight them from there.”

“The only reason you’re in th’ trees is because of your height and th’ fact yer lungs are givin’ ye trouble again,” James reminds him.

“Mm,” his husband nods, shaking his head. “You don’t need to be given a boost from the top of the ladder!”

“No I do not,” James replies, laughing softly. He dips down, placing a kiss on Bảo’s cheek.

“I’ll make sure you’re up there before I get to my post.”

In turn, Bảo gains a pink tint to his cheeks. He pulls James’s arm to wrap around his waist, keeping him closer as they walk together.

O*O*O

When they’re back in Tent-Vesuvia, there’s a loud racket occurring toward the center of it. James pauses, going on his tip-toes to see that a large crowd has gathered around Muriel’s hut.

“What in the world . . .?” James murmurs, startling a bit when he can hear his wife and daughter shouting in pure elation.

“Someone get the Countess!” one of their neighbors shouts.

Bảo and James look at each other, eyes wide before scrambling onward. People got out of the pair’s way. As the pair pass people by, they hear snatches of voices, relieved and awed.

“They’re back!”

“CANDANCE, DID YOU HEAR—!?”

“Oh thank the stars, they’re okay—!”

“LYRA!!!” Bảo cries out, bursting through the circle of people to pull his niece into a great big hug.

As James catches up with Bảo, the latter is hugging the stuffing out of Ly. The shorter man is soon twirling his niece in circles, sobbing and laughing with her. Before long, Bảo sets her back down. James joins in on the group hug with Neha and Walt, a great big weight drawn off his shoulders.

She was back! She was back and safe—

“C’mere you two!” Walt beckons, waving for Asra and Muriel to come over.

“But we’re not—” Muriel’s cut off by Walt grabbing his sleeve and pulling him into the hug. Asra joins in, with Faust encircling all of them in the seven people-strong hug.

“Can you please stop fucking disappearing!?” Neha pleads with Lyra once everyone lets each other go. The younger one holds onto her elder sister tightly, with Lyra returning the hug in kind.

Before Lyra can answer, Nadia enters the scene. The sight of Muriel and Lyra safe and sound brings a smile to her face.

Everyone parts ways as she approaches, and Lyra respectfully dips her head in greeting.

“You’re here,” Nadia exhales in relief.

Cheers, hurrahs, and delighted laughter light the crowd as Nadia pulls both Muriel and Lyra into a hug.

“Perhaps it is cruel of me, to keep sending you into danger . . . yet you always come back . . .” As Nadia steps back, she wipes away a tear, which makes Lyra fret a little.

“Oh Nadi—” Lyra soothes, pulling a handkerchief out of a pocket to give to her.

“Thank you,” Nadia sniffles, wiping away the rest of her tears. “Next time, I will be right beside you. I promise.”

Neha has a doubtful expression at that. She gets nudged by her mother, and gets a look from her father.

Reluctantly, they move away as Lyra and Muriel are whisked back into the hut with Asra and Nadia. Doubtless it’s to catch them up for the battle ahead.

“C’mon,” Walt urges her family, arms around the shoulders of her husbands as Neha leads the way. “Let’s do one final check of our stations and off to bed!”

[NEXT]; Updated July 26th, 2021

#The Arcana #fan apprentice #Muriel #muriel x apprentice #Asra #Julian Devorak #Asrian #Nadia Satrinava #Consul Valerius #OCs #oc x oc x oc #Uncle Bảo #Walterine Aster #James Aster #Neha Aster #From Buds to Flowers to Fruits #the scribe writes

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seven-homosexual-dinosaurs · 4 years ago

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Reunions

Alright, so I couldn’t recover the first copy, so this is my attempt to recreate the original. Once again, constructive criticism is highly appreciated, tell me how I did!

Summary: After three agonizing months, the kids manage to track their parents down.

Mary: 15 y/o

Lizzie:7 y/o

Eddie:1 and a half y/o

Mae:6 m/o

Mary hesitated at the door. In hindsight, planning for this occasion probably would’ve been a good idea. Oh well. Not much she could do at this point.

A part of the teenager was eager for what was to come; after all, it’s not everyday you reunite with your mother, who by the way, you haven’t seen in around thirty? Five hundred? Fifteen? Whatever, point is, she hadn’t seen her in a while. Just the idea of being in her mother’s safe embrace once again was enough to bring her a sense of happiness and contentment.

But then again, what if the queens and her mother were upset at the atrocities she’d committed in her first life? Mary sure as hell was no saint, and she’d be the first person to tell you this. But perhaps the joy of being reunited with their children would outweigh whatever resentment the queens held towards her. She sure hoped so.

She shifted Ed in her arms, rather accustomed to the familiar warmth he emitted. Upon reincarnation, the kids had found that both Mary and Ed had higher body temperatures, most likely due to the fact that both of them had died of illness in their first lives. None of the children seemed to have any issue with this, on the contrary, they often flocked to Mary during cold nights, something Mary found both endearing and incredibly annoying when she’d go use the bathroom in the middle of the night only to find herself met with two whiny children, furious their blanket had the audacity to leave them cold at night, if only for a couple minutes at most.

She absently wondered if her mother would be the same, as they both died of illness.

A tug on her dress jolted her from her train of thought, and she turned downwards to be met with Lizzie, a pained look on her face.

“Mary, how much longer? Mae’s heavy and I’m tired,”

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, Liz was panting slightly, her face tinted a bright red. Mary felt a jolt of guilt at this realization, offering Liz a sheepish smile and a pat on her head. Seeing as two of the siblings weren’t able to walk yet, they’d had to settle for carrying their younger siblings. At first, Mary had been rather reluctant to let a seven year old carry a baby, but with no other alternative options, Mary had settled for carefully handing Mae over, explaining how to carry her to ensure she wouldn’t fall and making Liz promise not to drop her.

Inhaling shakily, Mary turned back towards the door. She raised her hand to knock before changing her mind and settling for the doorbell. Better chance of someone answering.

After a couple seconds where Mary began to worry no one would answer, a series of rapid footsteps and a hurried “Coming!” alerted her to someone coming. She waited awkwardly for a couple more seconds before the door swung open to reveal a tall woman, clad in a red hoodie with the words “QUEEN OF THE CASTLE” written out on the front in gold.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Mary spoke up.

“Um... is this the home of Catherine of Aragon?”

Christ, she was a queen, why on earth did she have to sound like an awkward teenager?!

The woman’s expression immediately became guarded. “Why do you ask?”

Really, Mary should’ve thought about how this must look. Four shifty children show up at your door asking for your housemate. Hmmm, yes, not suspicious at all.

Mary drew herself to her full height, hoping to appear more confident than she felt. “I am Mary Tudor of Aragon. Here with Elizabeth Tudor Boleyn, (Liz waved shyly from behind her) Edward Tudor Seymour, (Ed yawned and snuggled into the crook of her neck, fast asleep) and Mary Seymour Parr (Mae looked up at the sound of her name). We’re here looking for our mothers,”

A stunned silence followed her declaration. Mary awkwardly shifted her weight like the awkward teenager she now realized she was. Was she too forwards? No, that couldn’t be it, she was simply stating the facts. Perhaps sensing the tension, Liz spoke up:

“I want my mummy!”

Liz’s words seemed to jolt the woman from whatever trance Mary had put her in. She stood up straight, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Right. So. Um. Whatever I expected, that definitely wasn’t it. Uuuuuuh.... I don’t suppose you recognize me?”

Mary face scrunched up in concentration. Whilst this woman did strike her as incredibly familiar, she couldn’t quite place her. Giving a defeated sigh, she shook her head. The woman offered a sympathetic smile.

“That’s fine. I’m Anne of Cleves, Anna of Cleves Anna von Cleves, whatever’s easiest. Y’know, your mom’s fellow divorcee buddy,”

Mary nodded. Now that she thought about it, she should’ve guessed this was Cleves. Always wearing red, a chill, relaxed energy that could disappear the moment she thought you posed a threat to her family, plus that calm, mellow voice that Mary’d become so accustomed to in her first life. Really, Mary was surprised it took her this long to recognize her. Cleves continued:

“Alright so, you can just wait here in the entrance- don’t touch anything. Children or not, Jane will show no mercy to anyone who breaks that vase, yeah, they were gifts from the ladies. You guys wait right there, I’ll go get Lina,”

And with that, Cleves took off up the stairs, murmuring something that Mary didn’t quite catch, although she did make out a “Holy fucking shitballs holy fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck,” Before a loud “LINA HOLY SHHHHhhoooooot,”. That last statement was accompanied by an apologetic look sent in the kid’s direction and a questioning look on Liz’s face. Yep, definitely Cleves.

Mary hesitantly entered the home, waiting for Liz to walk in with Mae before closing the door behind her. Looking around the entrance, she saw the vase that Cleves was referring to. It was a light blue flower vase, decorated with various musical instruments. Looking around some more, Mary’s eyes landed on a coat rack, six variously colored coats on the hooks. Mary immediately decided she liked the yellow-gold coat most.

As her eyes travelled around the room, a collection of pictures hung up on the wall caught her attention. A woman with dark hair held up in two buns flipping the camera off with one hand, the other slung around a laughing girl with bright pink hair held up in a high ponytail. A blond haired woman giving an exasperated smile to the camera as three women played some sort of board game in the background. The woman with the buns was yelling at Cleves, who by the looks of it was having the time of her life as the pink haired girl facepalmed from her position between them.

Before she could investigate any more, a set of voices caught her attention. The first one, she recognized as Cleves. The second, she-

Holy shit.

She’d know that voice anywhere.

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckFUCK.

She was not ready.

But still, time waits for no one, and Mary could only wait for the inevitable.

The two came into view, Cleves holding her hands over Aragon’s eyes while Aragon’s lips turned up into an amused smile and holy shit she missed that smile.

“Anna, I swear to god if this is another prank-”

“Relax, I get the feeling you’re really gonna like this,”

“Somehow I don’t trust that,”

Cleves shot Mary an ear splitting grin as Mary swallowed the lump in her throat. Now or never.

Grinning, Cleves ripped her hands away from Aragon’s eyes. “SURPRISE!”

Time seemed to freeze as the Spaniards made eye contact. Mary became acutely aware of how quiet the room had become and for the first time, Mary felt she could properly use the expression “You could hear a pin drop,”. Forcing the unease she felt down, Mary forced herself to speak up.

“Mum-”

All attempts of speaking were silenced as Mary was suddenly wrapped in a bone crushing hug. Tears sprang to her eyes as holy fuck she was in her mum’s arms again and she’d forgotten how safe and strong her arms were and all she could smell was mum and she just felt so safe.

“Mami” Mary choked out, wrapping her free arm around her mother, tears running down her face like water dripping down a window during a storm.

“Mija” Aragon answered, digging her face into Mary’s hair, both women clutching each other as if the other might disappear if they let go, and with everything that had happened in the past few months, Mary wasn’t quite sure that wouldn’t happen. However, this moment, as all good things do, came to an end. Ed it appeared, didn’t quite like waking up squished in the middle of a hug, and promptly burst into tears.

Aragon blinked, seemingly surprised by the sudden outburst. She then looked behind Mary, and it just then seemed to dawn on her what was happening.

“Is that-”

“Yep!” Liz shouted, popping the “p”. Pointing an accusatory finger at Mary, she continued.

“You got to see your momma, I want mine!”

Aragon detached herself from Mary to her disappointment and crouched down to look Liz in the eyes.

“Well little one, I think that’s an excellent idea,” turning to Cleves, she began,

“Can you-”

“Already on it,”

And with that, Cleves took off up the stairs once more.

Aragon turned back to Liz, observing the way she shifted and struggled under Mae’s weight. “She seems a bit heavy for you love. Would you like me to carry her?”

Liz turned to Mary for confirmation, and upon receiving an affirmative nod, turned back to Aragon and nodded. Aragon carefully took a curious Mae from Liz, who sighed in relief at the absent of the sixteen pounds she��d been carrying earlier. Mae simply stared at Aragon before looking down and trying to fit her fist in her mouth.

An unfamiliar voice attracted all of their attention. The pink haired girl from the pictures was descending the stairs, her attention on the hoodie clad woman behind her.

“What do you mean they’re back? How do you-”

Her mouth opened in an “oh” at the scene before her. She stared at the children for a couple seconds before turning back to Cleves. “I take it you want me to call everyone at once?”

“Please Kitty Kat?”

Kitty Kat? Mary turned to her mother for an explanation, only to be met with a mouthed “I’ll explain later”

Kitty Kat turned back to the kids, clasping her hands together.

“Alright! So could you cover the little one’s ears please? This could get a bit messy,”

Mary complied, covering a still sniffling Ed’s ears. Aragon covered Liz’s ears, who in turn covered Mae’s. Inhaling deeply, Kitty Kat turned to the stairs.

“ANNIE GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE OR THE COFFEE’S FUCKING GONE!”

Mary briefly wondered how that single call was supposed to summon three women before she was met with three ear-splitting shrieks.

“KATHERINE HOWARD YOU BETTER STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE COFFEE!”

“LANGUAGE!”

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

Ah, so that was Howard.

Turning to a horrified Cleves and a slightly impressed Aragon, Howard smiled sweetly. “Done,”. She then turned to address Mary and Aragon. “Yeah, you might wanna keep their ears covered for a bit more. Mary nodded carefully, slightly worried of what was to come. Three pairs of footsteps thundered down the stairs as the last two women from the pictures flew down the stairs, accompanied by a third woman.

“Katherine Howard you will stay away from the coffee or so help me,”

A woman with curly black hair wearing a light blue hoodie.

“Kitty, let’s watch the language, k love?”

The blonde from the picture, this time clad in a light grey sweatshirt.

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

The woman with the buns from the picture, wearing a bright green crop top with the words “Not today Satan” written on it in cursive.

Kat smiled and jerked her head towards the entrance. All women froze at the sight of the children. The blonde’s hands lifted to her mouth as the woman in the blue hoodie’s hands clutched at her chest. The woman with the space buns fell to her knees in shock. Liz, who had been covering Mae’s ears with the concentration of someone trying to defuse a bomb, looked up at the women who has entered the scene. Her face lit up as her eyes landed on the woman with the space buns. “Mummy!”

Liz sprinted into Boleyn’s open arms as the two Boleyns clutched each other tightly.

“Lizzie? Oh my lord Lizzie please tell me it’s you. Lizzie tell me I’m not dreaming,”

Liz, who it appeared was trying to crush Boleyn in her hug, hummed contently. Howard gently led the two to the couch, where she sat them both down. Liz latched onto Boleyn’s neck, while Boleyn, for once in her life, seemed completely speechless. Howard, perhaps sensing her cousin wouldn’t be speaking anytime soon, took charge. Turning to Liz, she offered the girl a wide smile.

“Hi Lizzie! I’m your aunt Kitty!”

Liz returned Howard’s smile with her own toothy grin.

“Hi aunt Kitty! Look, I found my mummy! I lost her for a while, but I found her again!”

Howard laughed heartily. “You sure did!”

Across the room, Mae began fussing. Seemingly upset at the lack of attention she was receiving, she began whining and grabbing at the nearest person, who happened to be the woman in the blue hoodie. Aragon smiled at this. “Looks like the little one wants her mummy, don’t you baby?”

So that must be Parr.

Aragon placed Mae in Parr’s arms, who held her like she was made of glass and could shatter at any second. Mae immediately relaxed in her mother’s arms, snuggling into her hoodie. Parr cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Hi Mae, it’s mummy,”

Mae blinked up at her before giving a wide yawn. Parr laughed.

“You sleepy? Well love, I think after the day we’ve had today, we’re both gonna need a long nap,”

Mae yawned once more in response, prompting another laugh from the blue queen. As she shifted the babe into a more comfortable position.

A loud cry rang throughout the room, catching everyone’s attention. Mary awkwardly rocked a sobbing Ed, her attempts proving futile. Aragon stepped closer to her.

“I think it’s about time little Eddie got his turn, don’t you think?”

Mary nodded, turning towards the last woman, who she supposed must be Seymour. Seymour waited eagerly, a cross between anxiety and excitement. Mary placed Ed, who had since stopped crying and was staring at Seymour curiously, in her waiting arms. Seymour inhaled shakily before beginning.

“Hi baby, I’m your mummy,”

Ed stared at her blankly before reaching a grubby little hand out to grab at her face.

“Ma!”

Seymour gave a watery laugh.

“That right Eddie, I’m your mummy!” Her voice cracked nearing the end of her sentence as she let out a choked sob, clutching Ed tightly to her chest. Ed seemed rather unperturbed by this and settled for sticking fistfuls of Seymour’s hair in his mouth, who seemed just as unconcerned for the baby trying to eat her hair as Ed was for being stuck in his mother’s loving embrace. Smiling, Mary turned to look around the room.

Boleyn, who it appeared had regained her voice, was bouncing Liz on her lap as Howard told her stories of the shenanigans her mother had gotten into in her absence, Boleyn jumping in periodically to add a detail that Howard had forgotten. Parr was rocking a drowsy Mae to sleep, quietly singing a lullaby that Mary didn’t quite recognize. Cleves had joined Ed and Seymour and was entertaining Ed with funny faces and voices. Seymour seemed to have calmed down and was bouncing Ed, who seemed enthralled by Cleve’s voices and faces, on her knee. His shrieks of laughter echoed throughout the room.

Mary gave a contented sigh and pressed herself to her mother’s side, basking in her warmth. She was right, her mum was rather warm. Giving a final look around the room, she finally felt fully at peace. It had taken three months. Three agonizing months, but they’d made it. And suddenly nothing else mattered, because these children, these beaten, broken children, were whole again.

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chrisdiels-babygirl · 4 years ago

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New Beginnings Can Be Scary- Chapter four

This is my original writing please don't copy it, changing the characters or small details is still plagerisim and if I find out you've plagiarized my writing I will not hesitate to report your sorry ass✌🏼😗

*Amora's POV*

I woke up to Christopher softly whispering in my ear. I opened my eyes realising it was still dark out, I turned to face Christopher and groaned "ughh what time is it" he looked at me with guilt in his eyes "it's almost 5am, but we have to start getting ready to leave" I groaned again "noooo 5 more minutes please" I looked at him an batted my eyelashes giving him my best puppy dog eyes, he chuckled "stop that, I'm not gonna be able to say no to you if you look so cute" I proceeded to give him my puppy dog eyes now also jutting out my bottom lip. Christopher groaned "ahh ok, fine but only 5 more minutes because then we really have to start getting ready to leave" I squealed with happiness "yay ok I promise". We layed there cuddling, my head resting on his bare chest, while I lightly traced his tattoos, Christopher watched me so intently, for a moment it felt like everything was perfect, Chris wasn't the leader of a well known gang, his enimes weren't out to kill you and you didn't have to move and leave everything behind, you were just two normal people, but of course that was just a fantasy, that ended when zabdiel knocked on the door and entered "come on guys we have to leave soon".

I had been on Chris' private jet for awhile now, chatting to zabdiel for a little bit, then falling asleep on Chris for the rest of the plane ride.

I woke up to Chris gently shaking me letting me know we had arrived at our destination "where are we" I yawned, Chris turned to me "I brought you home to my country, where I know I'll be able to keep you safe" I nodded my head with a soft smile on my face at his words "and where are you from?" He looked me in the eyes "Ecuador" he said with the biggest smile and pride shining in his eyes.

We arrived at a big house, it was smaller then the last one, but still huge, I suppose that was so everyone could stay in the house together. Just as you were getting ready to walk in Chris stopped you "theirs someone inside I want you to meet, she's very important to me and she's gonna help you settle in" my heart sank, did Christopher have a girlfriend or worse a wife, then why was he so affectionate with me.

Christopher held my hand dragging me into the living room area, there was an older woman sitting on the sofa, she actually resembled Chris a lot, Chris bent down to my ear "Sólo sé tú mismo cariño y ella te amará tanto como yo" I could feel my face getting hot as my cheeks tinted pink "Amora esta es mi madre, mamá esta es Amora la mujer de la que te hablé" the woman stepped forward to embrace me "Llámame yenny".

Christophers mom had given me a tour of the house she had also shown me to my bedroom which Chris made sure was just down the hall from his. At the moment Chris was in a meeting with all his gang members, he was currently setting up security details to keep everyone safe, but he had told me once he was finished he would bring me shopping to get clothes and anything else I needed as I had to leave everything behind in Miami.

An hour had passed when there was a knock on my door "Cariño, ¿puedo pasar?" In popped Chris' head, I nodded my head yes at him and he came in and shut the door "are you ready to leave" he walked over to me where I was sitting on the bed till he was standing between my legs, I looked up at him as he gently caressed my cheek with his calloused fingers, he looked down at he with those big beautiful brown eye "¿Estás bien? Ángel" I nodded my head looking up at him, he smiled at me "ok baby let's get going then".

Chris had took me to get shoes, pajamas, clothes, bras and underwear, a new phone, all my feminine products and lastly he even took me to a book store to pick out some books, he said he rembered that I love to read, as we came out of the last shop he turned to face me "have you got everything, is there anything else you need baby?" I faced him "nope thats everything, thank you Christopher I really appreciate everything you're doing for me" I said as I hugged him, he gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead and we walked back to the car.

Finally it was time for bed, even though I had gotten new pajamas today, there was just something that felt more comfortable about wearing one of Chris' shirts to bed, I tossed and turned until it was 2am, I suddenly found myself in the same position as last night, sneaking out my bedroom door and tiptoeing down the hall to Christopher's bedroom. As I carefully opened the door I could see Chris fast asleep on his back, his mouth wide open with soft snores leaving his mouth, the sheet lightly placed just above his hips leaving his upper body on full display, his body looked so beautiful with all of his tattoos scattered across his body. I tiptoed my way over to the bed trying carefully not to wake Chris. As I pulled the bed sheet up to get under the covers the mattress dipped under my weight and the cold air creeped in and woke chris, he turned to look at me with sleepy eyes "are we going to make a habit of this baby? Because I think you should move into my room, that way you can sleep and I can keep an eye on you love" I looked up at him "isn't that inappropriate, what will people think" Christopher looked me dead in the eyes with a little coy smile on his face "fuck them, I don't pay them to have an opinion about my personal life" I giggled while tracing his tattoos just like I'd done earlier this morning. Chris gently ran his fingers through my hair while his other hand rubbed gentle circular motions on my hip, he kissed me on the forehead and we both drifted off to sleep thinking about how this new chapter of our lives was gonna be scary, but at least we have each other and the rest of the boys.

Ok this is chapter four of The Gang Leader, I hope you like it💕

#christopher velez #cnco #cncomusic #richard camacho #erick colon #joel pimentel #zabdiel de jesus #the gang leader #christopher velez fanfic #my original writing

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 3 years ago

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Chapter Ten: To Home and Friendship

(Images are not mine)

Rated: PG

~With every small disaster I'll let the waters still Take me away to some place real

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone Is where you go when you're alone Is where you go to rest your bones It's not just where you lay your head It's not just where you make your bed As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?~

Home.

That wasn't a word I was used to. Not anymore.

"I stand by what I said earlier, Jack. You make an excellent pillo― Oh holy crap."

I gasped as Jack lead me inside the literal bunker that these guys apparently lived in. I wondered if I would ever get used to it, because their bunker was enormous.

We entered through a non-descript entrance, that nobody would have noticed, onto a platform that was less of a balcony and more of a catwalk which I guessed was the second floor, though I couldn't tell exactly because it was a bunker and it probably had more levels than I could see. The wrought iron railing of the balcony was formed into a design of circles atop rectangles. The catwalk ended with a set of steel stairs that curved with the wall.

My feet clanged on the metal as I descended the stairwell. At the bottom of those stairs on my right was a doorway that led somewhere else and on my left was what I guessed was the entryway. There was a big glowy-table-thing with a map on it in the center of the space, surrounded by several chairs. There was this big, greenish panel thingy attached to one of the tan tiled walls that looked like some sort of old timey computer equipment. Through a big gray archway, I could see into another room that looked like a library with a huge telescope at the end of it. On the far left of the room there was another hallway going off somewhere else. Dean stepped off the staircase and spread his arms out.

"Welcome to the Batcave!" He said, grinning. "I see you're impressed." Only then did I realize my mouth was hanging open. I closed it and shook my head.

"This place is colossal," I said in awe.

"Yeah, it's a little pretentious but you get used to it." Sam shrugged, passing me. Jack just stood over my shoulder, watching my reaction.

"True, but if you want protection, this is about the safest place in the world. It's got warding against every evil thing out there. Vampires, werewolves, demons, ghosts, you name it," Dean boasted. Just then, Isaac appeared on the catwalk, as far from us as he could.

"Ha! Then how did I get in here genius!" He jeered. It took every last drop of will power I had not to facepalm right then and there. It was warm in here and the hunters would certainly notice a sudden temperature drop. Was Isaac trying to get us discovered? (I'd say killed but he's already dead.)

"Yep, nothing gets in here unless we let it. Or, you know, bring it in accidentally." Sam shared a look with Cas and his older brother.

"Scooby-dooby-doo!" Dean laughed, shaking his head. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the story behind that or not. Meanwhile Isaac wore a sheepish expression.

"Oh, guess that’s how I got in then." Words cannot express how much I wanted to kick my brother at that moment. After he was finished laughing, Dean looked to Jack.

"Kid, you take Mcfly here, find her a room, get her all settled, then give her the grand tour. I'm gonna hit the sack." Dean turned on his heel with a wave and whistled his way out of the room. Castiel mumbled something about research and crossed through the arch into the library.

"We're gonna find the monster that took your family away, Marty. But until then, think of us as your new one." I looked up at Sam and was reminded again of how huge the guy was. His head was in a totally different weather system than mine and I wondered if it was harder to breathe all the way up there.

"Thanks Sam." I took three steps higher on the stairs and made grabby hands at him. "Come here."

Sam raised an eyebrow at me but obeyed anyway. I took a tiny jump and wrapped my arms around his neck. He stumbled back a bit in surprise but quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around me with a chuckle.

"Shut up, Gigantor. I gotta hug ya’ somehow!" I rebuked, defending my height... Or rather, the lack thereof. I guess his laughter was justified though. My feet were dangling at least a foot from the floor. I let go of him and dropped back to the ground, it felt like falling off Mount Everest. Sam just shook his brown mane, smiling down at me.

"If there's anything you need, like help reaching the top shelf, just ask." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever Sasquatch. So, what are you gonna do?" I asked. Sam shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

"Put my stuff away. Then I'm gonna go reorganize the pantry, make sure you can reach the cereal," He smirked, and followed Dean's path through the other door-way.

"Way to rub it in, Sam!" I called after him. I heard him chuckle as he rounded the corner out of my sight. Then I rounded on Jack, who had been waiting patiently. "Well, Jack, if you wanna make fun of my height, now's the time to do it. Lead on!" I opened my arms, preparing for insults.

"It is rare that I get to feel tall, but I'm not going to make fun of you," He said, turning on his heel to lead me through the door-way behind us.

"Good. Cause' I might have slapped you if ya had." Jack looked back at me questioningly, but I just shrugged.

I followed him through twisting and turning hallways that I knew I wouldn't be memorizing anytime soon. We kept walking for what seemed like forever. Honestly, I was ninety-eight percent convinced that we might pass a sign that said: 'Now Entering Nebraska.' It didn't help that all the halls looked exactly the same.

"Back at the motel, the night we met, Dean said you had this thing," Jack remarked, turning to face me and walking backward.

"What thing?" I asked.

"I think he called it ‘A Napoleon Complex' or something like that," Jack said, innocently. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.

"And do you know what that is?"

"No. I haven't looked it up yet. Do you know?" I snorted.

"Oh, yeah. I know," I said. Already thinking of a comeback for the next time I saw Dean.

"What is it?" Jack was simply curious. I smirked at him.

"Do you know who Napoleon was?" I asked him, I was pretty sure of the answer.

"No." Just as I thought. The Winchesters needed to teach their half-angel some history. As for now though, I could give him the watered-down version.

"Napoleon was a French dude, not to be confused with the ice-cream. He was five foot six and when people called him short, he blew them up." I told him. Jack nodded seriously.

"I see, so he was insecure about his height and used violence to compensate for it. Then, the complex was named after him." I had to give it to him, the kid was smart.

"Yep. Never mind the fact that he took over almost all of Europe, he will always be famous for being a human chihuahua." I had to at least teach Jack something remotely accurate. Jack frowned and his eyebrows pulled together as if remembering something unpleasant. I guessed he had come into contact with a chihuahua before, it didn't look like he was fond of them.

"So, Dean thinks you're insecure about your height," Said Jack, returning us to the original topic.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Are you?" I shrugged.

"Not really. I'm just obnoxious." Jack laughed, coming to a stop in front of a black door that looked just the same as the rest that lined the hall except for the plaque with the number 22 etched into it.

"This is my room," He said. "And that's Sam's." He pointed to the door on the left of his which had a 21 on it. "You can pick any of these other rooms." His eyes flicked to the door next to his on the right, room 24. I briefly wondered what had happened to 23. When I met his eyes, he looked at his feet, as if his shoes were much more interesting than me.

"Does anyone live in here?" I tapped the door with 24 on it.

"No, it's empty but you don't have to take that one if you don't want to." Jack glued his eyes to the polished cement floor and ran his hand through his hair, a tick I was sure he picked up from Sam.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and putting my hands on my hips. I watched as a pink tint started to creep up Jack's neck.

"I don't want you to think that you have to stay in that one just because I want you too," He muttered.

"You want me to stay next to you?" I pointed out. Jack's expression went blank, his eyes wide as quarters.

"Um, I-I-I don't- I didn't mean--" Jack stumbled over his words. His gaze drilled straight into the floor, his hands were fidgeting, and his right foot twisted its toe against the concrete. His body language pointed at nervousness. Why was he this nervous? Was it me? He hadn't been this way before, what was different now? I decided to ease his nerves with a little humor. I stuck my hand into his line of sight and waved.

"Yoo, hoo! I'm up here, Jack." He flicked his eyes up to my face but kept his head down. "Well, not up per-say but you know what I mean," I joked. His smile was still pointed at the concrete. I guessed we'd just have to work on that.

"S-sorry." His laugh was a breathy one. I sighed, planting my hands on my hips.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Jack. It's nice to have someone who wants me around, I haven't had that in a long time." I smiled in what I hoped was a friendly way. Jack rocked back and forth on his heels and his mouth did that crooked smile of his. He even flicked his eyes up at me.

"Well, uh, what are friends for?" He sounded like he was reciting something he heard in a movie.

I wondered whether Jack was trying to flirt with me or not. A tiny part of me hoped that he was and another part of me kicked myself for hoping for that. How could I think that way? Jack was two, he was probably too young to understand feelings like that, if he even had them. He probably didn't have them. He was probably just doing his best to make a friend, by going off what he had seen. I mean, the movies are pretty against a boy and a girl simply being friends. Besides if he knew what I was, he wouldn't be standing here talking to me. He'd be trying to kill me. Isaac was right. Any friendship I made here, would never be real. It never could be.

"Right," I said softly. Now I was the one looking down at my feet. But I wasn't doing it out of nerves. I was doing it out of shame. Glancing up at him through my lashes, Jack's smile faltered for only a moment. He grasped the doorknob and turned it and as the door swung inward, Jack flipped a switch and the white florescent lights buzzed to life.

The room was simply decorated, and by that I mean it wasn't decorated at all. The walls, ceiling, and floor were grey and a built-in shelf stuck out from the far wall. In the center of the space sat a full-size bed with a plain white duvet, white sheets, and down pillows. There was a dresser pushed up against one wall, a desk pressed against the other, and a tiny night stand next to the bed, all of which were fashioned out of wood the shade of walnut.

"Um, it's not much, but we can get you some stuff to make it yours," Jack smirked down at me and I ducked past him into the room.

Other than those objects, the room was bare, but I found myself overwhelmed. My chest tightened and my eyes stung, it was so little, but it was more than I'd had in five years. I shrugged my backpack off my shoulders and placed my violin case on the bed. Keeping my back turned, my face hidden from Jack, I blinked rapidly to dispel my tears.

"It's wonderful, Jack. I-I love it." I took a deep breath and pasted a smirk on my face. When I had control of my emotions, I swung back to face him. "Now, how bout' that grand tour?" Jack's brows pushed together.

"Don't you want to put your things away, first?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Nah, I can do that anytime. This place is pretty awesome, I wanna see it all!" I grinned at him, pressing all the excitement I could muster into my voice. Jack grinned back.

"Well, um, what would you like to see first?"

"No idea! What's your favorite room?" Jack's eyes flicked to the side as he thought about his answer for a moment.

"The kitchen," He decided. His seriousness made me chuckle.

"I like the way you think. You lead, I'll follow!" This time, instead of smiling at the concrete, Jack smiled at my shoes! We were making good progress. Now if I could get him to smile at my face, then we would really be getting somewhere.

Jack swung around on his heel and walked about four paces before opening a door on the other side of the hall. This one was labeled with 23. 'So that's where it went.' I thought, as Jack pushed the door open and walked through. Inside was the kitchen. It wasn't the kind you have at home. No, this was one of those industrial sort of kitchens, all polished steel and florescent lighting. (The buzzing of those light bulbs was extremely annoying, but I would just have to get used to it.)

There were pots and pans everywhere. Any sort of cook where you could imagine was in there, hanging on racks, dangling from hooks, sitting on shelves, or habitually left on the stove. What looked like easily one hundred white plates were stacked neatly on the shelves of the giant stainless-steel island that dominated the space. Two ovens, stood side-by-side in a little nook, one of which had a griddle attached to the top. Hovering over the two ovens were large vents of gleaming steel.

To the right of the cooking station was the preparation area and a sink as big as your average tub. I'm not kidding. The thing was gargantuan. Above that monstrosity of a kitchen sink sat an array of porcelain cups, and a tissue box, on a shelf. To the right of that, there sat a large stainless steel shelving unit that was home to various cooking supplies and four white drawers in the middle.

On the far wall, was a brown bulletin board decorated with various notes, covered in scribbles and sketches, tacked to it. Beneath the bulletin was a table crafted from some dark colored wood, that was either oak or mahogany, and was attached to the wall. Affixed to the table were eight stool-like seats constructed from the same dark material as the table itself. Directly to the right side of the door, was a coat rack and six small lockers stacked vertically. The right wall was an archway and set of stairs that lead off into a hallway branching to the right and a different set of stairs to the left.

As I peered around to the left side of the door and past another steel shelf, I laid eyes upon what could only be the freezer/refrigerator combo. It was this enormous floor-to-ceiling white panel with five varying sized doors built into it. The far most door on the right was taller than me so I assumed that was the refrigerator and the other four doors were freezers. Why one would need four freezers, I had no idea, but I found myself liking the concept. Now that I had finished taking in the grossly oversized kitchen, I whirled to Jack and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look at me. I stared him dead in the eyes.

"This. Place. Is. Awesome." I pointed at the refrigerator. "Five bucks says I could fit in there!" Jack's gaze followed my finger and he nodded.

"I think you could," He said. I took another glance around the space. I couldn't help it. The laugh bubbled up from my stomach, filled my chest, and bloomed in my throat. It had been a long, long, long, time since I had laughed like that.

"I went from having nothing, to living in this place! This is amazing!" I flung my arms around Jack. It was quite the feat on my part to refrain from crushing his ribs. I was so excited I could hardly contain it. I was bouncing up and down on my toes like a little girl! Though I guess, in the eyes of Jack and the others, that’s sort of what I was.

"I'm glad you like it!" Jack said, grinning.

"I don't like it, Jack. I love it!" I exclaimed. My stomach growled like an angry bear, just being in here was making me hungry. "Hey, as long as we're here, got anything good to eat? I'm starving!" That last bit was nothing new, I was always starving these days, always craving. But I was never craving food. Jack's throat suddenly looked extremely tasty. Thankfully, his voice broke me away from that train of thought.

"I like ice-cream," He said, brightly.

"Jack?”

"Hm?"

"We are gonna be awesome friends."

No, home wasn't a word I was used to. Not anymore. But I realized with a start, that for the first time in five years, I had one. A real one.

It looked like I was gonna have to get used to it.

Jack knelt down and opened the door on the bottom left of the freezer/refrigerator combo that I then dubbed 'The Wall of Cold Stuff'. He reached in, grabbed a tub of ice cream, then stood and kicked the door shut.

"The bowls are down there and the spoons are in the top left drawer," He said, pointing to the shelf in the back. I made my way over and grabbed two of each. We both sat at the table, across from each other, and Jack served up the ice cream. I then got the chance to glance at the ice cream's label. It was chocolate-chip-cookie-dough.

"This is my favorite flavor. What's yours?" I asked him, shoveling ice cream into my mouth and moaning as the sugary goodness coated my tongue. Jack must have found that funny because he ducked his head and laughed.

"I don't know. This one is pretty good, but I love the mint and brownie ones as well," He told me. I had noticed that Jack always took great care to think about his answers before he gave them. He took and asked every question seriously. I got the feeling that Jack was the sort of person who's curiosity was never satisfied.

"I can vibe with that," I agreed. Jack's brows furrowed, he placed his spoon down on the table, folded his hands in his lap and leaned forward.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what that means. Could you explain it?" He asked. I liked the way he behaved when he was curious about something, Jack just dropped everything to learn and focused entirely on whatever it was he was trying to understand. Right now, that thing was me. I found that I didn't mind his undivided attention.

"Oh, um, it means that you agree with something somebody said. Its like saying 'you're right' or 'I agree with you' or 'that's cool'," I explained. Jack nodded.

"I think I understand." I gave him a thumbs up and scooped another spoonful of ice-cream into my mouth, closing my eyes and savoring the flavor with a deep sigh.

"You know, it's been five years since I last had ice cream," I said. Jack froze his ice cream eating with his spoon still stuck in his mouth, his expression morphing into one of horror and pity.

"That's awful!" He said, he'd removed the spoon, but his mouth was still full of the dessert, "No one should have to go without ice cream for that long!"

"My friend, you are absolutely right," I replied, pointing my spoon at him. "Here's to ice cream and sugar highs!" I tapped my bowl with the spoon and Jack copied me, albeit somewhat confused as to what I was doing. Speaking of sugar highs, I could already feel one building up already. It had been way too long since I'd had this much sugar.

"Marty?" Jack wanted my attention.

"Hm?"

"I had a dream about you last night," He said, changing the subject. I stared up at him, pulling my spoon out of my mouth.

"Should I be worried?"

"No."

"What was I doing in this dream of yours?" I asked, straining to keep the nervousness that was building in my chest out of my voice. Jack frowned, picking at his ice cream.

"You said-- You told me you were dangerous and I shouldn't trust you, that you're hiding something."

I bit my lip, my eyes widening with shock. I struggled to keep calm and natural, my reactions could give me away. Just as I'd settled my expression, Jack looked up. "I can trust you, right?" I smiled as genuinely as I could, which was difficult to do with his gaze piercing into my soul like it was.

"Of course, you can! I may be clever but I'm not exactly diabolical," I said, giving my best laugh. Jack smiled and nodded, though I got the notion that he was reassuring himself more than anything. If he was going to say something else, he never got the chance because at that moment, Sam strolled into the room.

He stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of us at the table. Our heads snapped up at the same time and we froze. Jack had his spoonful halfway to his mouth and mine was already there. The three of us just stared at each other for a moment but Sam was the first to react.

"Come on guys, really?! It's six A.M.!" He exclaimed. I shrugged, removing the spoon from my mouth and pointing it at him.

"AM, PM. What's the difference? Live a little!" With that comment alone, Sam figured he wouldn't be getting anywhere with me, so he turned to Jack.

"Jack, come on, be an example." Jack glanced at his spoonful of dessert and shoved in in his mouth, quickly.

"Technically," He pointed out, directing his spoon at me, "She's older than me!"

"Hey!" I protested.

"What?"

"This was your idea!"

Jack shrugged. "I know, but you agreed. I was just stating a fact," he said. Sam sighed, shaking his head. The two of us turned our attention back to him.

"Jack, throw it away and put the container back in the freezer. If you want ice cream, you can have it at dinner. Not at six in the morning," He scolded. Jack swallowed his mouthful of ice cream.

"But Sam, look at how happy she is! Marty hasn't had ice cream for five years!" He tried. I nodded vigorously to emphasize the point.

"It's true, Sam. You only live once!" I said, shoving another bite of ice cream in my mouth. Sam's eyes flicked back and forth between us.

"Fine. Just this once," He sighed.

"Thanks Sam!" Jack and I grinned.

"Yeah, whatever." Sam rolled his eyes and left the kitchen, but I could hear the hint of a smile in his voice. When he was gone, Jack sighed with relief.

"I take it you do this a lot," I said to him. He looked at the ice cream with a guilty expression.

"I wouldn't say a lot."

"But often enough for him not to be surprised?"

"Yeah." Jack grinned sheepishly.

"Does he always catch you?" I asked him.

"Every time, yes."

We finished our ice cream and put our dishes in the sink. Then, Jack proceeded to show me the rest of the bunker. Sometimes I would ask about what was in few of the rooms and he would reply with an 'I don't know' or a few times a rather disturbing 'You don't want to know'. To say that his cryptic warning had no effect on me would be a lie. He spoke the words in a light hearted way that just made me more worried. So, I tried to push any speculations as to the contents of those rooms from my mind but kept step slightly closer to Jack from then on.

He showed me a garage full of a bunch of old-timey cars that I found myself figuratively drooling over, a room full of antique electronic equipment he told me not to touch, an impressive gym with an adjacent shower room, an infirmary, a shooting range that looked like a lot of fun, something they called the 'War Room' which was where the glowy table was, the extensive library, and an alcove with an gigantic telescope that Jack claimed nobody could figure out how to use. According to him, the glowy table in the war room could supposedly track monsters, but the Winchesters weren't sure how to use it. Much to my relief.

Jack also showed me a room where I immediately knew I would be spending most of my time. Jack rather confusedly referred to it as 'The Dean Cave'. I later noticed the paper sign tacked on the back of the door that was labeled with said name. Inside there was a flat screen TV, two recliners, a bar that I'd never use, a foosball table which I would definitely use, a record-playing jukebox that I hoped had some decent tunes, and a shelf full of books. The whole room was lit by these cool red and blue lights that looked to be made out of beer kegs. This was a place I could get used to.

"Jack, I think I found my second favorite room," I said, trailing my fingers along the rim of the foosball table.

"You'll have to ask Dean if you can use the T.V. he and Sam are still trying to figure it out." Jack sat cross-legged on one of the ugly plaid recliners.

"Remind me to help em' with that. I'm tech-y," I replied, walking over to observe the jukebox. I didn't know most of the titles displayed on the devices list of records, but my eyes landed on one that I'd know even if it was written in Chinese. "Oh my gosh! Jack, how do I use this thing?!" I squealed, excitedly. Jack hopped up to help me.

"You turn this knob to select which one you want, then you press this button to start it," He explained. I followed his instructions and watched the machine grab the record and put it on that spinning thing before it dropped the needle. I grinned ear to ear as sweet music filled the air.

~Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong?~

"What's this one called?" Jack asked over the notes.

"Wouldn't it be nice, by The Beach Boys! It's one of my favorites!" I was surprised that it was here considering Dean's bias when it came to music.

~You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together~

"I dare you to sing along, Jack-Jack." I grinned and nudged his shoulder.

"No thank you," He said, shaking his head with a pleasant smile.

~Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through~

"Awww! Why not?"

"I don't know the words." He shrugged.

~Happy times together we've been spending I wish that every kiss was never ending Oh, wouldn't it be nice?~

"Fine!" I sighed in over dramatic disappointment, flopping onto one of the recliners. "But that excuse is only gonna work once!"

Jack chuckled, leaning his arms on the back of the recliner to look down at me. "I guess I better come up with more excuses then!"

~Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray It might come true Baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do Oh, we could be married (oh, we could be married) And then we'd be happy (and then we'd be happy) Oh, wouldn't it be nice?~

"You can't evade me forever," I declared, kicking my feet back and forth to the beat of the song.

"True," Jack agreed, nodding. "But I can try."

"And try you will, young Skywalker," I said.

"I like Star Wars!" Jack noted, suddenly seeming to shift from being older than me to younger by about five years. It was an odd thing to watch.

"Who doesn't?"

~Goodnight, my baby Sleep tight, my baby Goodnight, my baby Sleep tight, my baby~

The music faded away but I maintained eye contact with Jack in a spontaneous staring contest. Why? Because, naturally the first one to break was a weakling and I was not going to take that title on my first day with these people.

"Is this a staring contest?" Jack asked, tilting his head a bit. He didn't blink.

"Indeed. We maintained eye contact for longer than twenty-eight seconds, so it's obligatory," You replied, still refusing to blink.

"I did not know that those were the rules," Jack said, sounding somewhat confused.

"Well, they're not. That's just how my family always played." You were quick to clear your throat and rid your tone of any sadness that slipped past your defenses.

"Oh, I see."

"I take it you two are having fun."

"Agh!" I shot up from my reclined position in shock and whipped to the doorway where I took in the sight of Castiel standing just outside the door frame, the ghost of a smile visible on his otherwise expressionless face. How long had he been watching? Embarrassment warmed my cheeks and I hoped we hadn't looked like idiots.

"Hey Cas! I don't know about Jack, but I'm having the time of my life!" I said. Then I turned to Jack. "Whattdya' say, buddy? Am I torturing you?"

"I've been tortured before, this isn't anything close to what that was like! Don't worry, Marty. You're a lot of fun." He stated, matter-of-factly. My eyes went wide and I tilted my head at him. I mean, what was I even supposed to say to something like that? "Oh, and you I won the staring contest." I found myself nodding slowly.

"Well, good for you. And that's got to be the weirdest complement I think I've ever gotten, but I'll take it." Jack grinned at me in his lopsided way and I turned my attention back to the other angel in the room. "Any particular reason for this visit or were ya just passing?"

"Sam asked me to check up on you two," Cas answered.

"Alright. Well, I was just about to ask Jack to help me find my way back to my room."

Cas simply nodded and walked off.

"So, why do you like that song so much?" Jack inquired as we strode back through the endless identical hallways.

"It was in one of my mom's favorite movies so she was always singing it. I love the tune as well and sometimes, when I'm sad, the words make me feel better," I answered. Jack frowned.

"I don't understand song lyrics. They never make sense to me."

"Would you like me to explain it to you?"

"Yes." Jack nodded and once again gave me all his attention.

"So, that song is about two young people who feel like they're living their lives stuck in place. There's so much they want to do but everybody says they're just to young to do it. They feel like they've outgrown the stage of life that they're in and they just want to move on. By being stuck where they are, they're afraid they'll miss their opportunity for happiness. So they dream about a day when they'll finally be free to do whatever they want, even if they that day may never come around." My thoughtful tone surprised me.

I hadn't meant to put so much of my own emotion into my explanation of the lyrics. If I kept on like this, the hunters would figure me out in no time. But there was just something about Jack, about the way he listened to my every word, that made me want to tell him everything about everything. I was weak around him. He made me let my guard down. I'd have to learn how to keep it up if I wanted to survive.

"Do you feel stuck sometimes?" Jack asked. His tone was sincere but his expression gave me no clues a s to what he was hoping to learn from his question. I nodded.

"I used to feel like I was living a loop, like every day was the same. It sucked." I rolled my eyes and shoved him playfully. "But then four weirdos in an Impala showed up and my life is finally moving again!"

~With every small disaster I'll let the waters still Take me away to someplace real

Cause' they say home is where your heart is set in stone Its where you go when you're alone Its where you go to rest your bones Its not just where you lay your head Its not just where you make your bed As long as we're together does it matter where we go?~

Lyrics from: Home by Jasmine Thompson

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