#Little shy here still new to transformers..

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Best Friends Share Everything

Male Reader x Yunjin x Karina

Tags: 18k, smut, creampie, oral, threesome, tw

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

Yunjin tugged at her clothes. “Look, can’t we just get naked again? This shirt itches. And these pants are too tight.”

“I’m not comfortable either, but your friend will be here soon. We can put up with it for one evening.” I said, “And then I get to undress you. I hardly ever get to do that anymore. Taking off your clothes always feels like Christmas.”

Yunjin smiled and shook her head, then went back to tidying up her living room. I turned back to preparing dinner before her best friend arrived.

Hearing Yunjin complain about wearing clothes was such a remarkable change from the shy, reluctant girl I’d met only three months before. When we first met, I discovered a girl inhibited by years of shame, guilt and fear about sex and men instilled by her extremely strict upbringing. She had barely dated anyone, and had only had sex couple times with the same inexperienced guy.

After our weekend of camping and sexual adventure, she became a changed woman. Yunjin still felt some shame when we were together, but the fear was gone and she was rapidly releasing her pent-up desires and curiosity about sex. Such a beautiful transformation to witness. I admired her courage and loved that I was the target of Yunjin’s blossoming sexual freedom.

Surprisingly, the nudity helped. It was new to us both, but whether she was at my place or hers, she insisted we shuck off our clothes the moment we closed the apartment door. Just doing normal things without clothes felt great, and somehow it helped us to be more open with each other. It was more difficult to keep secrets when all your intimate bits are on full display. We were so used to being naked that it wasn’t sexual, just, freeing.

Regardless, I still caught myself staring at her beauty. Yunjin had modest boobs with an unusually narrow waist that flared out to womanly hips and an ass that was broad and toned. I could look at her all day and never grow tired.

Yunjin had invited her best friend Karina for dinner as a thank you, of sorts. I knew Karina a little through one of my close friends, and it was her who suggested Yunjin and I should meet.

“You did actually talk to her before, right?” asked Yunjin as she fussed, straightening up her apartment.

I was at her stove, cooking. I called back, “Only a few times. It’s my friend who really knows her. She was there many times when we went out drinking.”

“Did you ever ask her out?”

“C’mon, she would have told you that. She’s your best friend. No, I never got to know her that well. I thought she was already taken.”

“Oh, she’s constantly ‘taken’. Then ‘untaken’. And ‘taken’ again. She never keeps a guy for long.”

“But she’s gorgeous,” I said.

It’s true. Karina was a beauty: tall with elegant features, tight ass, big boobs. She was a walking wet dream to most guys.

“You know, you’re not supposed to tell your girlfriend that another woman is gorgeous.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. What I meant to say was that I could see how some guys might find her attractive, but she’s a bitch compared to the radiant, heart stopping beauty of my lovely, funny and brilliant Yunjin.”

A couch cushion sailed from the living room and hit me in the back of my head.

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “No disturbing the chef or dinner will be ruined.” I tossed the cushion back to Yunjin.

“Since it’s you cooking, dinner is probably already ruined.”

“Ouch. C’mon, you have to admit I do okay for a guy. Of course, I don’t have your genetic advantage.”

Yunjin looked puzzled. “What?”

“You know… the cooking and cleaning genes that women possess. No guy can ever compete with that.”

Yunjin opened her mouth to say something but then looked at the can of furniture polish in her hand and at her made appetiser laid out on the coffee table.

We were still laughing and calling each other mean names when the bell rang.

Yunjin let Karina in and she kissed her on the cheek. When I extended my hand to shake hers, Karina pulled me close and kissed my cheek too.

“So, you’re the guy who saved Yunjin.”

“Nice to see you again, Karina,” I said. “Save her? I prefer to think that I’ll be the ruin of her. Bet her parents think that already.”

Karina smiled. “They would if they knew what you two have been doing.”

I went back to cooking and let the girls talk. When the food was ready, Karina helped us serve. We opened some cheap wine, then I proposed a toast.

“To Karina. Who insisted Yunjin and I meet and is therefore the cause of her imminent ruin.” The girls chuckled then we clinked glasses.

From the few brief times I had talked to Karina before, I knew she was brash and straightforward, so I was a little anxious. I needed to make a good impression since the pair had been best friends since high school. Karina studying me intensely at the start of dinner didn’t help, but soon she was joking and telling embarrassing stories about Yunjin as if all of us were old friends.

“I never knew that getting your brains fucked out would have changed you so much, Yunjin.” Karina said and eyed me for a reaction.

Yunjin gasped, “Karina!”

“Well, it’s true,” said Karina. “You’ve changed so much since hooking up with this guy. I’ve tried so many times to draw you out of your shell. Guess that’s what’s made us such good friends, huh? Guy troubles.”

I poured us all more wine and said, “Okay, Karina, that’s what I don’t get. You’re beautiful and you seem to have your act together, yet Yunjin says you have trouble finding good guys. But everyone must be tripping over themselves for you.”

Karina paused, then said, “Yeah, that’s the problem.”

“Uh…”

Yunjin said, “What she means is, Karina attracts every asshole in the universe. What is it you call your theory?”

“The ‘Too Fucking Pretty’ Syndrome,” said Karina.

“Yeah, that, Arrogant assholes are always trying to get in her pants. And nice guys think they don’t stand a chance so they stay away.” said Yunjin.

“Guys have been hitting on me since I was like, eight.”

“Well, that’s disgusting,” I said.

“Welcome to my world. Everywhere its cat-calls on the street and macho dipshits who want to claim me as their trophy.”

I paused. “You know… to be honest, I think I’m guilty of that too. I never even considered approaching you when we hung out at the bars with Doyun.”

“See? Now if you had, maybe it’d be me telling Yunjin how happy I am, instead of the other way around.”

I didn’t know how to process that bizarre comment, so I said “But you can approach guys too. And online it’s easy.”

“Oh, it is. But guys see my pictures and think they’re fake, or I’m trolling. But I shouldn’t complain. I have found a few good guys.” Karina replied.

“Well, that’s great.” I said.

“One guy moved away, another guys challenging him.”

“Challenging him?”

“The ‘hey baby, drop that loser and come get with a real man’ thing. And when the assholes didn’t take ‘go fuck yourself’ for an answer, there was always a fistfight. He got tired of it. So did another guy I saw for a while.”

“Well,” I said. “Then I guess you’re screwed. Either you make yourself ugly, which would take an awful lot of work, or give up and become a nun. I hear there’s a big demand for nuns right now.”

Karina scoffed and Yunjin threw an eye at me.

Yunjin laughed, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Are all this guy’s jokes this same ‘dad joke’ level of quality?” Karina said.

“Oh, mostly,” said Yunjin. “Imagine how bad the jokes would be if he ever did become a dad? I’d have to leave him.”

Karina cast a catty look at Yunjin

“From what you told me; you almost did make him a dad.”

Yunjin blushed and lowered her eyes.

“Yeah… that was bad. I’m on the pill now.”

I interrupted. “Hold on there. Just how much did Yunjin tell you about our camping trip?”

“Everything,” said Karina and Yunjin in unison.

“Yunjin!? what the hell?” I said, dumbfounded.

“What? She’s my best friend. We tell each other everything.”

“Well, shit. Now I feel completely exposed.”

“Oh yeah, speaking of that,” said Karina, “You know, Yunjin, at school you never even got naked in the locker room. Always covered up with a towel. Then you spend a whole weekend naked with this guy? Did he hypnotize you or something?”

I leaned back and rested my hands behind my head. “It’s just my charisma and masculine charm.”

“Oh, ew,” said Karina, wrinkling her nose.

“You should try it!” Yunjin said, “It was really weird at first but then you feel, well… free. Not a care in the world.”

Karina eyed me. “Not with some guy’s ‘dick’ waggling at me all the time.”

“But it’s not like that,” said Yunjin. “Well, okay, maybe at first. But then it becomes normal and—”

Karina interrupted. “Sounds like you’ve been reading propaganda or something.”

“I don’t know,” Yunjin said. “I just know that we like it.”

“We? You mean it wasn’t just that weekend? You’re still walking around all naked even now?”

Yunjin blushed again. “Well… yeah. It’s just normal for us now. I guess we’ve kinda, like it, when we’re alone.”

“So, if I wasn’t here…” said Karina.

Yunjin shrugged, “…we’d be naked right now.”

Karina sat back in her chair and exhaled. “Holy shit. You two are crazy.”

The wine flowed as the conversation progressed. Karina was clearly intrigued, so I said, “It’s not a big deal. Why don’t you just try it?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I bet you’d like that.”

“Well, not now!” I said, “No, I mean try going without clothes at home sometime. Like Yunjin said, it becomes normal pretty quickly. Even my ‘dick’ used to it.” I smiled.

If we hadn’t all been a little drunk, we wouldn’t have been having such a conversation. But we were all feeling a little loose.

When dinner was cleaned up, Yunjin and I joined Karina on the couch with a fresh bottle of wine. We chatted and joked, getting to know each other, even getting into arguments about some stuff. Like Yunjin, Karina was funny and smart on current events. She made some well-considered arguments during the conversations, always with a wry sense of humour. I liked her immediately.

Karina took a gulp then said, “So how would we do this?”

“Do what?” Yunjin asked.

“Get naked. You say it’s so great. I want to try.”

“What, now? You should just do it at home.”

“But that’s not the same, is it? I’m naked at home every time I take shower. Doing it around other people is the thing. And to you two it’s normal, so… why not?”

I was shocked, and Yunjin, looking at me, seemed equally surprised.

“Karina, are you serious?” asked Yunjin.

“We always share everything, right? And where else could I try such a thing with people I know and can trust? So, how do we do this?”

“Uh, well, I don’t know. If we were to do it, I guess we could turn off the lights and see if you were comfortable.” I said.

“Okay.”

Yunjin looked at me, unsure. “Karina, it’s not a big deal for us. But I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh relax. I’m a big girl. And like you said, it’s only skin. Just turn off the lights.”

So we turned off every light in the apartment. Only the dim night-time glow of the city through the windows lit the room. Yunjin and I undressed. It felt so good to get everything off. I took the clothes into her bedroom.

When I returned, Yunjin hugged me, her naked body warm against mine.

“Think she’ll be okay?” she asked.

“Who’s speaking, please?” I joked, groping Yunjin’s face. “I’m more concerned I won’t get to see any of her at all. It’s so dark in here.”

We looked over and Karina was a silhouette at the windows, looking out. Then she took a breath and stripped, putting her clothes on a chair. She went back to the window, her slender body an enticing outline, and stood toying with a gold chain she had kept around her neck.

Yunjin and I sat on the couch and sipped our drinks. After a few minutes, Karina came over. There was barely enough light to see even shadows. I expected Karina to sit in one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table, but she plopped down right beside me on the couch.

“So,” she said. “How’s that ‘dick’ of yours?”

We laughed.

“Quite a way to spend an evening,” Karina said. “Sitting here naked beside my best friend’s boyfriend. And Yunjin over there… a few months ago she was certain she’d be dragged to hell if she even looked at a guy. Now she’s sitting here, tits out, sipping wine like it’s nothing.”

“I’ve been pushing my comfort zone, like you always said I should. Anyway, now that’s we’re all, uh, comfortable, we do have a dessert prepared if you’re interested.” Yunjin said

“Oh yeah! The best part of every meal.” said Karina. “What’ve you got?”

“Chocolate fondue,” answered Yunjin.

“You two planned all of this, didn’t you? What’s next, a game of naked Twister?”

Once we finished laughing at that, Yunjin got the little fondue pot and tray of fruit from the kitchen, setting it on the coffee table. She lit the candle under the pot where it cast enough light for me to see Karina more clearly. Her breasts were beautiful: large for her slender body but perfectly shaped.

“I’ve never had this,” said Karina. “How do we do this?”

“It’s easy,” said Yunjin. “Take a fork, spear some fruit from the tray, dip it in the chocolate. We have pineapple, orange slices, strawberries, grapes and gum drops.”

“Gum drops are fruit?”

“They are when you’ve run out of fruit.”

“Here you go,” I said, handing Karina one of the long fondue forks. “Careful where you aim that thing.”

“Same to you, I’ve got bigger targets than you.” She glanced towards her boobs.

We started eating. I turned to Yunjin and fed her a chocolate covered strawberry. She fed me a grape in return. Karina dipped some pineapple into chocolate and moved it towards her mouth. I watched as a glob of chocolate dripped onto one breast.

Karina saw me looking at her boob. I glanced up at her, then licked my lips like a puppy, giving her a pleading, hopeful look.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she laughed. “Don’t get any ideas. Got a napkin?”

Yunjin had been watching. Suddenly, she leaned across me and licked the chocolate from her friend’s boob.

Karina recoiled, covering her breast. “Yunjin, What the hell?”

Yunjin giggled. “Sorry, we’re all out of napkins.”

“Oh my God. You really are a changed woman.”

Then Karina noticed I was looking at her expectantly.

“What?” she said.

“I get to do the next one.”

Karina leaned forward and speared a strawberry. She twirled it in the chocolate then taking very deliberate aim, held it high above my lap and let a dollop of warm chocolate fall right onto the tip of my cock.

We sat there for a moment, all of us looking down at my chocolate covered dick.

Then Yunjin looked at Karina and said, “Flip a coin?”

Both girls must’ve thought that was hilarious.

“See if I ever get naked with you two again,” I said. I started to get up to look for a napkin but Karina pulled me back down, grinning wickedly. She lowered her head then licked the chocolate right off the tip of my cock.

“Karina!” exclaimed Yunjin.

Karina sat back up and said, “A good guest always cleans up her own messes.” She looked at me to gauge my reaction.

Yunjin stuck two fingers into the chocolate and reached across me to smear it on her friend’s boobs. Karina did the same to Yunjin, and when she leaned across me, her large chocolate-covered tit slid across my chest and coated me. So I pulled her head to my chest and rubbed her face against it. Karina then sat up, grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me right into her soft messy boobs, rubbing my face all around.

When it was over, the three of us had chocolate all over our faces and chests. We sat back laughing.

Yunjin came to her senses first. “Okay, everybody stand up! I don’t want to get any on the couch.”

We stood up and Yunjin turned on a table lamp. While she leaned over to examine the couch, Karina and I stood facing each other. It was the first time we were in full light since taking off our clothes. We stood there, inspecting each other’s bodies. Even smeared with chocolate, Karina was stunning and judging from the trimmed patch between her legs. Karina also checked me out in detail, wearing a slightly hungry expression.

“Well, we’re lucky,” Yunjin said, “None got on the couch.” She stood up and Karina and I looked away from each other.

“A food fight, tsk tsk tsk, Totally childish, you guys” said Yunjin.

“You started it,” Karina said, “But it was fun! I haven’t had a food fight before, and… naked Infront of people”

“Yes, I can cross that off my bucket list,” I said.

“You had ‘naked chocolate food fight with two girls’ on your bucket list?” asked Karina.

“Well, yeah. Every guy does.”

Karina shook her head and shared a look with Yunjin. “Men,” they said, shaking their heads.

“Okay,” said Yunjin. ‘Let’s get cleaned up.’ When she saw Karina and I glance at each other’s chocolate covered bodies, she added “and no, no one is using their tongue.”

“Awww,” Karina and I said in unison.

“Come on, Karina. We’ll show you the shower.”

“Can you turn that light off?” Karina asked.

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” Yunjin switched off the table lamp. Our night vision ruined, each of us were again only shadows.

“Thanks,” said Karina. “I’m still getting used to this nudity thing. It does help to keep the lights off.”

“Well,” I said, “we’re not going to find the bathroom without some light.” I lit a candle and held in front of me as I led the way to Yunjin’s bathroom.

Yunjin started the shower while I set the candle on the counter. While Yunjin adjusted the water, I noticed Karina looking at me again, a wistful expression on her face. She was fingering her gold chain.

“Okay, Karina. Go on in.” Yunjin said.

Karina got a mischievous look. “Let’s shower together.”

“Are you serious?”

“Come on! We’ve already seen each other. It’ll be quicker.” Karina grabbed my hand and tugged me into the shower behind her.

“Hang on,” Yunjin said from the other side of the shower curtain, “I have to get towels.”

Karina stood under the shower, water streaming down her lovely body in the dim candle light. She pulled me close and looked up at me with a serious expression.

“Hi,” she said. It was almost a whisper.

“Uh, hi, Karina,” I said, unsure of what she was doing.

Yunjin stepped in behind us.

“Come get wet you two,” said Karina.

Three people in the apartment’s little bathtub shower was a tight fit. It took some awkward maneuver for each of us to take turns under the water. I was standing under the spray, soaping Yunjin’s firm breasts as Karina soaped her back. I reached lower and ran my soapy fingers between Yunjin’s legs. She squirmed a little, and then forced my hand away, shaking her head as she glanced back towards Karina.

“We don’t want her to feel uncomfortable,” she whispered.

I spun us around until Yunjin was under the spray, my back to Karina. Yunjin soaped up my chest while Karina began cleaning my back. Yunjin briefly ran her hand over my dick, trying not to excite me. Behind, Karina pressed her breasts against my back and started kneading my ass.

“No fair, guys,” Karina complained. “No one is cleaning me.”

So I traded places with Karina, putting her between Yunjin and me. I looked towards Yunjin to see if it was okay, but she was busy washing her best friend’s back. Karina grabbed my hands and placed them right on her breasts. She gave a deep sigh then just stood there as I slid my soapy hands all over them, feeling their firmness, their weight, her warmth. Karina eyes never once left mine.

Behind her, Yunjin said, “Okay, I’m clean. Karina, I’ll get out so you can rinse off. She stepped out the curtain. Karina backed herself under the water, pulling me with her. Suddenly she reached up and pulled me into a deep kiss. Surprised, I hugged her but then pulled back. She looked at me, her eyes searching mine.

I glanced towards the closed shower curtain and whispered, “Karina, what are you doing?”

She took a deep breath and said “I… I don’t know.” She hugged me and rested her head against my chest. Then she released me, rinsed off quickly and stepped out.

I was more than half-hard now, so I turned the shower on full cold and willed my dick to relax. When I stepped out, both girls were almost dry. Yunjin handed me a towel. She looked down and noticed that I was still a little excited. Again, she shook her head in warning, indicating Karina behind her who was bending over toweling off her hair.

Back in the living room, we sat and drank more wine to the light of a candle. Instead of sitting beside me on the couch, this time Karina chose to sit in the chair opposite us. Was she upset by our experience in the shower? I couldn’t tell.

“So this is what two do when you’re together,” said Karina.

“Well, usually by this time we’re in bed.” Yunjin said, then she covered her mouth when she realized what she had said.

“Oops. Sorry.”

Karina shook her head. “It’s so amazing to hear you talk like that, Yunjin. It’s amazing you’re actually… you know,”

Yunjin snorted. “What?”

“Well, you didn’t like it when I said you were fucking each other’s brains out.”

Yunjin shook her head in disapproval.

“See? Anyway, I’m happy for you. You’ve held yourself back way too long.”

“Thanks, Karina. I’m getting used to it. It’s all been pretty wonderful.”

“So you’ve been telling me — In great detail.”

“Yunjin, you don’t actually have to tell Karina everything, you know. I’d like to think we maybe have a few secrets.” I said.

“Oh we do, I still haven’t told her you started to… oh, never mind.”

“Started to…?” Karina asked.

Yunjin looked down sheepishly and said, “Uh, you know. Use his mouth. Down there.”

“Holy shit, Yunjin, Some things you can keep private, you know.” I said.

“Well, let’s see. You run around naked every chance you get; she likes giving you blowjobs because of how cute you look when you come. Doggy style is your favorite position, girl on top is hers, but she won’t do anal. And now you’re eating her out. Did I miss anything?” Karina said.

Yunjin’s mouth hung open, mortified.

“You like it?” Karina asked.

“What?”

“When he uses his mouth — Down there.”

“Uh, well. It’s actually pretty fantastic. He makes me come every time.”

Karina looked surprised. “Bullshit. Not every time.”

“Well, yes. So far.”

Karina sighed. “Wow. No guy has ever made me come.”

Yunjin exclaimed “But you’ve been with lots of guys.”

Karina wrinkled her nose. “Not ‘lots’. But most have been too interested in getting themselves off to bother much with me.”

“But fucking, er, I mean…”

“That never does it for me.”

“Oh it does for me.” said Yunjin. “Not every time, of course, but often enough.”

“But him eating you out does every time? So come on, tell me. What does he do, exactly? Guys have done that to me and it’s just been kind of… meh.”

“Uh, ladies, come on now…”

Ignoring me, Yunjin said, “Well, I don’t really know. It’s not like I take notes. He just… does things. Lots of things. And then I’m gone.”

Karina turned to me, “So? What’s the secret? How can you make her come every time?”

I sighed. “Clearly there aren’t going to be any secrets with you two. So, okay. How can I explain something like that? I guess I just try to figure out what she likes best. Then I tease a little… you know, get her close, make her want it, take my time.”

“And you like doing it?”

“Oh yeah.” I looked at Yunjin. “I could come just watching Yunjin when she gets excited.”

Yunjin kissed me on the cheek, eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

Yunjin thought for a moment. She leaned against me then whispered, “We could show her, you know.”

“Huh?”

“Show her. You can’t tell her what you do. So maybe can she just… see for herself?”

“Okay, no more wine for you, Yunjin.”

“What? She’s already seen us naked, and we’ve already done some crazy things tonight. She’s my best friend.” She turned to Karina, “We could show you, then maybe you could teach the next guy you’re with.”

Karina sat, mouth half open. But clearly she was interested. She looked at me and blinked. “Uh, sure. So, uh, you mean make a video or something?”

I looked at Yunjin. She was looking at me with excited eyes.

“No,” she said. “Who would hold the camera? I mean, he could just do it with me and you could, uh, you know… watch?”

“Yunjin,” I said, “I think you might just want to show off for your friend. Or you’ve discovered a voyeuristic side. Let’s not do anything you’ll regret later.”

“It’s just us here,” she said. She pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “and I’m so horny. So, either we kick Karina out right now, or in three seconds she’s going to watch me fuck you right on this couch.”

I whispered back, “But that’s not what you want her to see, is it?” Yunjin just looked at me, breathing with excitement.

I sighed, then stood and pulled Yunjin to her feet. “Karina, we’re going to the bedroom. I think Yunjin wants you to follow.”

“And you?” said Karina. “Would you be okay with that?”

“I don’t even know. It’s not like we’ve ever done anything even remotely like this. But I’ll do anything for Yunjin if it makes her happy, and I guess it is just us after all. Guess we’ll just have to see.”

I led Yunjin down the dark hallway into her bedroom, leaving the door wide. We lit the candles we always kept in her room and stripped the covers off the bed. I hugged and kissed her deeply. She was breathing heavily and looking at me with longing.

Yunjin lay on the bed and spread her knees. I got on top of her and we embraced and kissed. When I reached down, I discovered she was already completely wet. She ran her hand lovingly over my cheek.

“Do it. Please. Eat me. Make me cum.”

I slid down between her legs. Yunjin’s delightful little pussy was glistening in the candlelight, Then I felt the bed shift and beautiful, naked Karina was right beside me. I was so enraptured with Yunjin I’d forgotten she was still with us. Karina looked up at Yunjin, and then looked at me.

Her tongue wet her lips. “Show me,” she whispered.

I reached out with two fingers and stroked down along the mound of Yunjin’s clit. Yunjin moaned and pushed her hips up off the bed. I stroked her with my thumb then lightly licked her clit with just the tip of my tongue. As always, Yunjin responded so beautifully, gasping, writhing, and trying to push my face into her as I teased, licked and massaged her clit. I kept at her for several minutes, playing, doing things I knew she loved, experimenting with other things to see how she would react, bringing her to the edge and trying to keep her there without going over.

Karina had her head propped on one elbow, watching me and occasionally looking up at Yunjin squirming and panting. When I paused to keep her from going over, Yunjin looked down and reached for Karina.

“It’s so good,” she breathed, squeezing her friend’s hand.

I went back to her. This time I inserted two fingers into her little opening and started finger fucking her as I gently sucked and tongued her clit. When I raked my thumb up along her asshole, Yunjin arched her back as her tunnel started squeezing my fingers rhythmically in orgasm.

“Huuuuh,” she groaned, mashing my head to her. She never let go of her friend’s hand while her breath caught, head flung back and body rigid in orgasm. I watched, enraptured, almost coming myself seeing my wonderful girl in such bliss.

When Yunjin regained her senses, she looked down and saw Karina and me looking back at her. She turned her head and covered her eyes in embarrassment.

“Oh God,” she said. “Don’t look at me.��

“That was beautiful,” said Karina, quietly. She squeezed Yunjin’s hand. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

At this point I was hard and in need of relief. I didn’t care if her friend was there—I needed to fuck my Yunjin.

I slid up on top of her, my dick easily finding her opening by itself, and pushed into her warmth. Yunjin wrapped an arm around me, trapped me with her legs and welcomed me. I rutted and pushed as she clung, urging me on, her tight tunnel further fueling my hunger. I pulled her legs up, placing her knees against her ears and started fucking her even deeper. There was no thought or reason then, just a blind need to possess and satisfy my lust.

Yunjin gasped, moaned, and pushed her hips up against mine, urging me on. We fucked like bunny in heat, so in love, so in lust. Then finally, I pushed into her as deep as I could and with a growl, flooded her womb with cum, blast after blast. Yunjin ground against me and moaned, eagerly accepting all I could give her.

I collapsed onto her and tried to regain my senses. We kissed and hugged, laughing, caressing, staring into each other’s eyes.

Finally, I slipped out of her and rolled off onto my back, right onto Yunjin and Karina’s outstretched arms. The two had held hands the entire time I was fucking Yunjin.

I lifted and they pulled their arms out from under me. I glanced over at Karina. She looked happy, and… hungry. It was my turn to feel embarrassed.

“Sorry,” I said. “Letting you see that wasn’t part of the deal.”

Karina said nothing. She just caressed my cheek and pressed her body against mine as she reached an arm across and hugged Yunjin and me.

Yunjin lifted her head. Exhausted, she asked, “So, did you see?”

“I saw. oh, did I ever see. It’s like some porn movie with you guys.” She paused. “Actually, it’s nothing like porn. You’re so… loving. Tender. Except for that last part. I thought he was going to break you in half.”

The three of us lay in silence as the candles cast wavering shadows around the room. Karina clung to my side, arm across my chest, head on my shoulder, while absently pushing her hips against my leg. Yunjin cuddled against my other side.

Karina started to get up. “I’ll leave you love birds alone now.”

Yunjin reached over to grasp her arm. “Stay.”

“It’s okay, Yunjin. You guys need your alone time. Besides, if I don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to jump your boyfriend.”

Yunjin gave her friend a sympathetic look then pulled my face to hers. She studied my face for a moment then whispered, “Do it to her.”

“What?” I whispered back. “Fuck your friend?”

“Lick her. She said no guy has ever made her come. You could do it… I know you could. And I know you like her.”

Yunjin seemed serious, but I said, “That’s going way too far.”

“Why? She likes you too, you know. A lot. I see it. But it’s okay. She’s my best friend.”

I still couldn’t tell if Yunjin really meant what she was saying. So I decided to test her.

I turned to face Karina. Then I looked down at her pussy, back up to her face and licked my lips, giving her a pleading, hopeful look like a puppy who’d eyed a forbidden meal.

Karina chucked. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” she laughed. Then, “No way. You can’t be serious.” She looked past me to Yunjin.

Yunjin was still holding Karina’s arm. “It’s okay,” she said.

“Let him really show you. Make you come.”

Karina looked back to me and saw my expression. I wanted to… I really am, especially now that it was clear that Yunjin was okay with it.

I stroked Karina’s cheek lovingly. She blinked, and then closed her eyes, pushing her face against my hand. After a long pause, she took a breath and lay back on the bed, pushing my head down.

“Go. Do it. But it won’t work.”

I could not believe what was happening. I slid down and positioned myself between Karina’s legs but it felt surreal. I fully expected Karina or Yunjin to change their minds at any moment. But Yunjin propped herself up to watch, her excitement visible, then nodded encouragement.

Karina was looking down at me too, mouth half-open, eyes filled with anticipation. I decided then I would try to make her come harder than she had ever come in her life.

Karina’s pussy was exquisite, a work of art. From her trimmed patch of hair to her shape, so different from Yunjin. It was a beautiful sight, and the scent of her arousal excited me even more.

I started gently with just fingers and the palm of my hand, teasing, massaging, exploring. Karina gave little gasps and moans, her hips rising and falling.

Karina sighed, “Okay. Okay. That’s… nice. Oh… oh shit. Good. That’s… ohmygod, yes do that. That’s… hunngh…” She stroked my hair and tilted her hips to give me better access as her ability to speak faded.

I started exploring and playing with determination, trying different things, trying to get a sense of what she liked best. But everything seemed to drive Karina on. She was gasping and puffing and groaning, trying to mash my face into her. I kept at her, teasing at first, then diving in insistently.

Glancing up, I saw and Yunjin right beside her, watching her friend’s face and holding her hand while Karina, eyes closed, grimaced, gasped, sighed and moaned.

I had always been able to read Yunjin’s reactions well, but Karina was like unexplored territory. I played and teased, trying things I knew Yunjin loved, trying other things just to see Karina’s reactions. When I slid two fingers inside her and curled my fingers to massage her g-spot, within minutes Karina surprised me when she froze, lifting her hips. She came with a strangled grunt, her inner walls squeezing rhythmically as she pushed my face hard into her with one hand and gripped Yunjin’s with the other. Her breathing paused as her head flung back and she writhed and arched.

I held on until Karina let out an explosive breath and her body grew limp.

When I extracted my face from between her thighs and looked up, Karina and Yunjin were looking at me — Yunjin bright-eyed and proud, Karina looking like she had run a marathon. What a rewarding sight. I lay my head on Karina’s toned tummy, staring up as her breathing was back to normal.

Then I slide lower to start on her again. Karina gasped when I licked her pussy to her clit then worked her to orgasm twice more in rapid succession. Finally, she pushed me away.

“Enough. Oh my god, stop. You’re going to kill me.”

I wiped my mouth and slid up between the two girls.

Yunjin was beaming. “That was amazing,” she said.

Karina was panting, her skin flushed and her eyes glassy. One hand toyed absently with a breast. I was rock hard, of course, and Yunjin noticed my distress. But when I indicated that I wanted to fuck her again, Yunjin pushed me towards her friend.

“Go ahead,” she whispered. “She needs that too.”

I was beyond arguing the merits of what we were doing. I rolled over onto Karina’s side.

She opened her eyes and looked at me quizzically.

“Hi,” I said. “So, was that a little better than doing it yourself?”

Karina said nothing. She just grabbed my head and kissed me. I kissed her back, stroking her hair, her face, her tits, and then her pussy lips. While we kissed, I worked myself halfway on top of her. Karina then opened her legs, I settled between them, kissing and stroking her the entire time.

Despite having come in Yunjin not long ago, I was beyond hard. I was hesitant to fuck Karina but then I felt Yunjin’s hand grasp my cock and slide me up and down her best friend’s slit then position me at Karina entrance.

Karina pushed my head away from hers and said, “Uh hey, you guys? Listen…”

Yunjin whispered in my ear, “Push.”

“Huuuhh…” Karina arched her back and spread her legs, taking me halfway inside her. I withdrew, then on the next stroke seated myself in her all the way. Karina pushed back on my chest, her mouth open and eyes wide, gurgling incoherently. I pulled out then pushed myself into her again.

“Uuuh! God!” Karina breathed. She looked at me in wide-eyed wonder then wrapped her arms around my neck. Her eyes narrowed into a needful expression then she lay back and whispered, “Oh, fuck it. Fuck me. Just… fuck me.”

Karina was tighter than Yunjin, and felt different in many other little ways. Her pussy resisted more each time I pushed in, and clung tighter when withdrew. I buried myself in her all the way and held myself there, Karina squeezed her inner muscles like she wanted to trap my cock there, nice and nestled in her depths. Then she pushed her hips back, drawing me deeper into her.

I fucked her urgently, insistently, hungrily. I tried to control the animal part of my brain, wanting it to last. That such a beautiful, delightful woman was letting me fuck her was mind-blowing. That she was Yunjin’s best friend, and I was fucking her with Yunjin’s permission was beyond incredible.

We kept at it, hard and soft, gently fornicating then giving into primal desire and rutting like starved beasts. We kissed, we embraced, we looked into each other’s eyes. Was Yunjin jealous? No. She held Karina’s hand throughout, sometimes stroking my cheek or back as I fucked her best friend. I let go of worry and focused completely on Karina’s.

Soon Karina’s movements became more desperate. I fucked her steadily, sometimes pulling out completely then pushing back and forth just inside her opening before sliding in deep. Then Karina inhaled a short gasp, wriggled against me hard and froze, clamping onto my dick as she came once more. I rammed into her once, twice, then was consumed by an eye-rolling, ball-draining orgasm, flooding the gorgeous, needful woman with everything I had left.

I stayed on top of Karina, weakened by the intensity of my orgasm, stroking her face and hair, giving her light kisses as we recovered. Then I slid over onto the bed between the girls, exhausted.

Yunjin snuggled to my side and kissed my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered. “She really needed that.”

We rested for a while then I needed to get up to get us all water and find the bathroom. When I slid off the bed and got to my feet, I was treated to a memorable sight: my Yunjin and her very best friend flat on their backs, legs spread slightly, their pussies both leaking my cum.

—

During the night I woke when Yunjin climbed on top of me. The candles must have burned down — it was completely dark. I was already rock hard. My sly girl had to have been playing with me while I slept. She lined me up with her opening and slid down carefully until she fully impaled herself on my cock. She felt tighter than usual and was very wet. Yunjin let out a heavy moan of satisfaction and started riding me — her favorite position. I reached up to massage her breasts as she used me for her pleasure. They were warm, firm and way, way too large. It wasn’t Yunjin. It was Karina.

Karina slid her herself up and down, back and forth, milking my cock, taking her time. I massaged her incredible breasts, resigned to let her do what she needed. In the utter darkness, it was impossible to tell how long we went at it, but near the end I grabbed her waist and rolled Karina onto her back to take her hard. She held me tight, gasping and rutting as I fucked her until once again, I pumped her full of cum. We kissed tenderly until exhaustion overtook me.

I rolled off Karina and lay between the two girls. I held Karina’s hand and reached over to rest my other hand on Yunjin’s sleeping form. In the morning we would need to come to terms with what we had done. But there in the middle of the night, the three of us lay together as friends and lovers and, for that moment at least, we were content.

“Hon, wake up. Karina’s gone.”

Yunjin awoke and stretched, the bed sheet falling to expose her lovely breast.

“Uh? Gone? Where’d she go?”

“She was gone when I woke up.”

Yunjin yawned, trying to clear her head. Then she covered her eyes and groaned.

“Oh no. What did we do?”

I touched her arm. “We got a little carried away.”

“I’ll say. Letting you sleep with my best friend, letting her watch us… what were we thinking?”

Yunjin groaned again. “And she left? That’s bad. She’s probably so embarrassed.”

“Somehow I don’t think Karina gets embarrassed that easily.”

“Oh, you don’t know her. We’ve been friends forever. She’s outgoing, but she’s no slut.”

“I didn’t mean she was. We all just got… carried away, like you said. So should we talk to her?”

“It’s better if I talk to her first. Alone.”

“If you say so, but Yunjin, how are you feeling about it?”

Yunjin stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I should be horrified, right? But I think I’m okay. I never thought we’d ever do anything like that, but it went so naturally. It seemed right.”

“I thought you’d need a lot more time to think about what we did.”

“I thought about it last night… after you and Karina fucked the second time.”

“You were awake? Uh, I was going to tell you about that…”

“I know. You screwed her a second time.”

“Actually, it was more like she screwed me. When I woke up Karina was already on top of me.”

“And I bet you fought really hard to push her off too,” said Yunjin, nudging me.

“I… at first I thought it was you! Honestly. I couldn’t see anything, and you wake me up like that often enough.”

“You thought it was me? Oh, that’s so sweet! But then you realized it was Karina and…”

“…and I couldn’t stop her. I… to be honest, didn’t really want to, either. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. I mean, I practically pushed you on her the first time. I think that means you had permission last night.”

“So you just lay there and let us do it?”

“Uh huh. Pretty hard to sleep with you two shaking the bed grunting, moaning. And well… it turned me on.”

“Oh, did it?”

Yunjin blushed. “Yeah. Don’t know why, but the thought of you making Karina feel as good as you make me feel… it’s exciting. And last night was special. She hadn’t been with anyone for so long. And she has a little crush on you, you know. I’m glad we made her happy.”

“Happy is not exactly the word I’d use. So, what does this mean?”

“What?”

“I mean, you’re okay with me sleeping with other women now? I can hit the bars and sleep with anyone I want?”

Yunjin wrinkled her nose. “Gross! No, of course not.”

“Then what, Yunjin?”

She considered. “Well, Karina’s my best friend. You’re my boyfriend. Last night was just between us.”

“So, if I slept with anyone else…”

“I’d cut your dicks off and leave you to bleed out...”

“Yunjin!”

“I’m not sharing you with just anyone. You’re the only good guy I’ve ever found. But Karina… well, we’ve always told each other everything, shared everything.” She paused. “Last night we just went too far. But it’s not like it will ever happen again. She just needed some attention.”

“I think I get it,” I said. “But look, I’ve got this good friend who’s always wanted to screw you…”

Yunjin gasped. “I’m not sleeping with any of your friends!”

“Good. And I don’t want you to. So we’re clear: you were okay ‘sharing’ me with your best friend, but I’m not okay sharing you at all. You’re mine, okay?”

“Okay,” said Yunjin, and kissed me. “I want to be yours. I don’t need anyone else. Besides, it was just one night. Oh! I’d better call her.”

Yunjin found her phone. “She’s not answering. And she’s offline. Oh! We slept in. I’ll be late for yoga. I’ll talk to Karina there.”

“You never told me Karina was in your yoga class.”

“It took a lot of persuading, but I got her to sign up. Look, why don’t you go home? Clean up, get a change of clothes. Can you come back later for dinner?”

I hugged her. “Of course. It’s Saturday. Where else would I be but with you?”

—

As I walked to my apartment building, my thoughts were on Karina. The first time I saw her, I wanted her, but she had that effect on everyone; a beauty with almost supermodel looks. Someone like her could never be interested in an ordinary guy like me. My quiet world would bore her to death.

How wrong I was. Karina admitted she would have given me a chance; Even I could hardly believe it. She seemed to have developed a thing for me since Yunjin had been telling her everything we did. Images from last night filled my head: Karina getting naked with us, showering with us, watching me with Yunjin, letting me eat her and fuck her… it was all I could think about.

When I walked into the lobby of my apartment, Karina was waiting.

“Uh, hi, What’s up? How did you know where I live?”

“Yunjin’s pointed out your building to me once. And your name’s on the directory. Can we talk?”

We rode the elevator in silence. Karina avoided my eyes.

“Apologize for the mess,” I said, Letting her inside.

“Guys are all alike. You all need a maid. Or a mother.”

“Karina, have you talked to Yunjin? You just disappeared this morning. She’s worried. She was going to meet you at yoga.”

“Oh, yoga. I forgot. Why do I let her talk me into those things?” Karina looked at her phone. “Yeah, she’s left, like, a million messages.” She started sifting through the texts and voice mail.

“Look, call her. She’s probably not at her class yet. I need to grab a shower… I still haven’t cleaned up from last night. Make yourself at home.”

Karina nodded as she thumbed Yunjin’s number.

—

In the shower, I tried to think. What was Karina doing here? Why did she just leave Yunjin’s place without a goodbye? While I was deep in thought, The shower curtain opened and a very naked Karina stepped inside.

“Karina! What the hell?”

She put her arms around me. “Yunjin didn’t answer. I haven’t had time to clean up either. Wash my back?” She smiled mischievously.

Last night, the shower with Yunjin and Karina was playful and erotic. This time it was just awkward. I soaped her up, unsure and hesitant. I admired every inch of her body as she closed her eyes to rinse.

Karina cleaned me and spent a few moments fondling me with soapy hands while she watched my face. My body couldn’t react. It felt… wrong.

We dried off, but when I went to find clothes, Karina stopped me.

“Can we just stay naked for now? I really liked it last night, Like you said, it makes being open a lot easier, somehow.”

“Uh, sure, Karina. You know I’m comfortable with it. If you are.”

Naked, she led me back to the living room and We sat on the couch.

“So, anyway, about last night…”

I interrupted. “Yunjin said says she’s fine with everything that happened.”

“Are you sure? I was certain she’d gonna need a therapy.”

“Yeah, I was worried too. But she doesn’t freak out about sex anymore. She said last night was a special thing, just between the three of us.”

“She’s come a long way. You really saved her, you know.”

“Yunjin saved herself. I just let her be who she needed to be, without judgment. And maybe encouraged her a little.”

Karina hugged me and looked into my eyes. Her expression was strange. Scared. To break the awkwardness, I asked, “So how do you feel about last nights? Don’t tell me you’ve never done a threesome before.”

“No, that was a first for me.”

“Why did you leave?”

Karina was silent, “When I woke up you two were all cuddled up together. I felt awkward, and I wasn’t sure whether Yunjin would freak out. So, I slipped out.” She said.

“So, no regrets?”

“Uh, I dunno. Maybe.” She paused. “I’m not on the pill.”

“What? Why don’t you tell me that?”

“I haven’t had a steady guy for a while. So I stopped taking it. It gives me trouble.”

“But last night… I came in you. Twice!”

“I know! I tried to say something… tried to stop you, but then you were in me and it had been so long. You were so good, and it was so hot… doing it with Yunjin like that. With her boyfriend. I planned to just let you do it for a while then get you to pull out, but when we really got going, well, I wasn’t exactly thinking. Later, I woke up and you were all naked and warm beside me and… well, you know. I don’t think I was even fully awake that second time.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You should have said something. I could have stopped. But, I wasn’t thinking clearly either. When you let me… well, it was a dream come true.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve been fantasized about you. But last night, I never asked you if it was okay… you know… to come in you. I should have made sure. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.”

Karina rested her head against my shoulder.

“Anyway, shouldn’t we find a drugstore?”

“That Plan B or whatever?” said Karina. “That’s the thing. I can’t. I took it once, and it made me sick as hell. The doctor said that might be why I always had such trouble with the pill. The same stuff is in both, only more.”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably okay. When Yunjin and I did it when we were camping it turned out okay. It was just the right time in her cycle. We got lucky.”

We used my phone to find an ovulation calculator and entered Karina’s details.

“Oh, damn it, If this is right, I’m ovulating today. The worst possible time. Guess that’s why I was so horny, huh?”

“It’ll be all right.” I said, unsure what to say.

“Bullshit! I can’t have a kid. I can barely take care of myself. And my job…”

“It was both our fault. You’re not alone. If it happens, and whatever you decide, Karina, I’m with you, okay?”

She looked at me with derision. “You’re going to ‘do the honourable thing’? A woman can take care of herself, you know.”

“Of course. I just, I mean, I’m not going to take off on you. I’ll do everything I can.” I smiled, “You know… paint the baby’s room, fetch you pickles and ice cream, feed you ice chips during the delivery…”

Karina gasped and shoved me away but she smiled a little.

“You total asshole! That’s not funny!”

“I’m serious, though. I’m with you through this. We have to tell Yunjin.”

“No way. If she finds out I fucked you without protection, she’ll kill me then she’ll kills herself. You know how she is. She doesn’t need to worry along with us.”

“It’s not right to keep this from her. But yeah… it would completely stress her out. I guess we can wait until, we’re sure.”

Karina hugged me for a long time. She pulled back to look at me with damp eyes. “It would be better if you were an asshole, you know. Then I could get mad. I meet the only good guy in the entire city, and I give him away to Yunjin.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but let’s be real. I’m nothing much. I’m not rich, and only slightly handsome…”

Karina made a face.

“…so what’s the big deal? You’re gorgeous. You can have any guy you want.”

“Yeah, and you know how well that’s worked out for me. Yunjin told me everything you’ve done for her. I mean, she’s so happy now that she’s with you! It’s hard not to be jealous.” Karina leaned in and kissed me. “You transformed her, you know. Maybe you could transform me.”

“If you’re pregnant, you’ll be transformed all right.”

Karina pulled me close, her warm breasts pressing into me. “So, you fantasized about me, huh?”

“Uh, of course, Karina. You’re beautiful. Fun. A little wild. You’re completely sexy. You know that.”

“I really liked last night, you know. Being with you. And I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life. Or so many times.”

Karina guided my hand to her breast and kissed me. Soon we were running our hands over each other, and she pulled me down until I was lying on her on the couch. She spread her legs and I could feel her wet folds against my dick.

“Fuck me again,” she said, an eager, hopeful look in her eyes.

“Fuck me hard. Just don’t cum in me, okay?”

She was so brazen, so sexy. My heart was pounding at the thought of taking her again. Yunjin would be disappointed she wasn’t there to watch us, I thought. It got her so hot the previous night. Maybe I should call her so she can come over.

Karina reached down to guide my cock, but I was soft. She stroked it a few times and rubbed my cock along her wet slit, but there was no response. Even I couldn’t believe it. Karina, alone in my apartment, eager for me to fuck her and I wasn’t hard?

“Did we wear you out last night?” Karina asked with a wry smile

I rolled off her. “No. Just give me a minute.”

Karina scooted down and began to lick my cock, all around the head and occasionally sucking into her mouth, all while keeping an eye contact. She alternated between stroking my soft member, licking the head then caressing my balls.

That should have been more than enough. The sight of her working away, looking up with that mischievous expression, eager to get me hard should have caused a powerful reaction. Instead — nothing.

It occurred to me then, that maybe, Yunjin wouldn’t be okay with what we were doing right now. I stroked Karina’s head and pushed her off me.

“Karina, Let’s just stop this.”

Frustrated, she went back to working on my cock. She was skilled and knew all the tricks that would normally get any man hard in minutes, but it wasn’t working.

She stopped and rested her head on my thigh.

“Didn’t that feel good?”

“It felt wonderful, but I don’t know… this doesn’t seem right.”

Karina was quiet for a moment.

“Were you thinking of Yunjin just now?”

“Well, sure. Not just now, I always think of Yunjin.”

Karina considered that. “Always think of her, huh?”

We sat up.

“I wonder,” she said, idly reaching over to fondle me. “Did you ever consider you’re in love?”

“Huh? I like you, Karina, but I don’t know you well enough for that.”

“Oh, for f…” She whacked my head. “Guys are so clueless. Not with me! With Yunjin.”

“What? I mean, Yunjin’s wonderful, but it’s way too soon for anything like that… isn’t it?”

“Is it? I’ve seen how you two are together. Picture this: what if Yunjin was here right now, beside us like last night, naked, her hand guiding you into me, asking you to fuck me, and holding my hand while she watched us fuck each other like animals?”

More images from last night returned. It was so exciting having Yunjin watch, not just accepting me fucking her best friend, but actively encouraging us. I started getting hard.

Karina noticed. “Ah… someone likes having threesomes with his girlfriend. So Naughty! So if she was here, you’d be fine. I think even if you just had her permission to be with me, you’d be okay. But you can’t go behind her back, can you? Because it might hurt her. And you can’t hurt someone you love.”

I thought about that. It was all new. I didn’t know the first thing about it, Love.

“We were so good together last night. We had a real connection, didn’t we? I came here thinking that maybe you might like to be with me instead of Yunjin. Especially if… you know, you’ve knocked me up.”

“Uh…”

Karina sighed. “I guess I was only thinking about myself again. I should have seen it… it’s obvious now.” She forced a smile. ‘You’re right. We can’t be doing this. I’m sorry for tempting you.’ She took a breath and stood. “I’d better get home. And you, big guy, need to get back to Yunjin. And tell her you love her. Because I’m pretty sure you do.”

As I sat there and thought for a while, Karina dressed. She kissed my cheek and let herself out.

—

It was getting dark when I returned to Yunjin’s apartment.

“Why are you dressed?” I said when I walked in.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I invited Karina over to eat with us again. I think we all should talk together.”

“Oh, so you… talked to her? What did she say?”

“Not much. She wasn’t at yoga, but I got hold of her later. She says she’s fine with what we did… she was more worried about me. But something’s wrong. I could hear it.”

So Karina had not told Yunjin about our afternoon together, or about her possibly being pregnant. I decided that even if Karina didn’t want to, we had to tell Yunjin.

When Karina arrived, she said, “What’s this? You’re not running around naked?”

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Karina grimaced. “Guys, it’s your place. You kids like prancing around in the buff, go ahead… it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night.”

“You sure?”

“Go ahead, guys. Besides, I’ve started to enjoy it.”

I looked at Yunjin and she shrugged, so I moved behind her. Kissing her neck, I pulled off her top, then kissed and nibbled her exposed shoulders. I held her breasts when I released her bra. Freeing her from her jeans, I stroked her tummy and squeezed her ass, then just wrapped my arms around her from behind, enjoying the feel of her. When it was her turn, Yunjin gave me a similar treatment undressing me.

When we were both naked, we glanced at Karina. She had a wistful expression.

“Oh wow, does he always undress you like that?” she said.

Yunjin stroked my cheek. “Most of the time. Sometimes I get dressed just so he can undress me again.”

“You… uh, is it all right if I get naked too?”

“If you’re okay with it, go ahead,” said Yunjin.

“Can… can he do it?”

I looked at Yunjin. She smirked and nodded.

I stepped behind Karina and began stripping her, kissing her shoulders and neck, slowly removing one thing at a time. When I crouched to lower her pants, I kissed her flat tummy that, for all we knew, held the beginnings of our child. The thought was frightening but exciting too.

When I stood up, Karina hugged me, resting her head on me. Her warm body and breasts caused me to stir.

We dimmed the lights and lit candles to make Karina more comfortable, and we sat, ate and chatted.

Karina seemed nervous, but I felt sick. I couldn’t stand it. Looking over at Karina I said “Yunjin, there might be a problem about last night…”

I told her about Karina’s visit that afternoon and the chance she might be pregnant. Yunjin listened in stony silence. When I finished, Yunjin fixed Karina with a cold stare.

“You let him fuck you without protection. Then went to see him. Behind my back. And tried to fuck him again?”

Karina looked stricken. “It wasn’t exactly like that… I wasn’t…” She trailed off, searching for a response.

The room seemed chilly as Yunjin glowered at her friend.

Karina said, “It was so good last night. There was a spark there… with him. I’m sure there was. I thought… look, I don’t know. When there’s magic with a guy, I go after him. You know me. I was excited. I didn’t even think about you. It was selfish, I know.”

Yunjin turned her attention to me. Her mouth was tight.

“And you? What the hell were you thinking?

“Yeah,” I said, “I guess I wasn’t. But we didn’t do anything.”

“You sure tried, said Yunjin. She paused, and then stood up, gathered my clothes and Karina’s into her arms in one big bundle, opened her apartment door and tossed it all into the hallway.

“Get out,” she said calmly.

“Yunjin, let’s talk about…”

“Both of you get the fuck out! NOW!”

Karina started crying and ran out to gather her clothes. Yunjin shoved me outside and slammed the door, bolting it behind us.

Karina knocked and tried the doorknob. “Yunjin! Come on!”

From behind the door, Yunjin yell, “Go away! Go fuck your new boyfriend.”

Karina and I scrambled to pull on our clothes. Luckily, none of Yunjin’s neighbors were around. I heard Yunjin crying and stomp to her bedroom.

We knocked and pleaded, but Yunjin ignored us.

Karina dried her eyes. “So, ‘new boyfriend’… your place or mine?”

We were devastated, we had hurt Yunjin. We needed a plan. My apartment was close, so we went there to think what to do. When I got in the door, I automatically stripped off my clothes, before it occurred to me to leave them on. Karina hesitated then stripped too. Oh well.

We sat beside each other, staring at the floor.

“I always fuck things up,” she sniffled. “What are we going to do?”

We talked, thinking how to apologize, how to undo the damage and regain Yunjin’s trust. I began to understand why threesomes in a serious relationship rarely worked.

Karina cried a little more so I held her. Her warm breasts against me felt wonderful as always.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

I looked at her, incredulous. “You have got to be kidding.”

“Just to cuddle! That’s all. I don’t want to be alone after all this. Tomorrow we can go see Yunjin and patch things up.”

Sleeping with Karina in my own bed sounded wonderful. It also sounded like another betrayal. I doubted we could stop at cuddling. Before I could refuse, there was tapping at my door. Yunjin let herself in with the key I had given her weeks before.

“Returned to the scene of the crime, huh?” Yunjin said when she saw us together on the couch.

I went to her. “How’d you know we’d be here?”

“I know you. And I know Karina. Of course you’d go to your place to talk.”

“And that’s all we were doing, Yunjin.”

“I know. Is it okay if I join you?”

Yunjin stripped off her clothes and pulled us into a three-way hug.

“I’m sorry I blew up, guys,” she said. “That was childish.”

Karina’s eyes were damp. “I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to…”

Yunjin shushed her and turned to me. “Can I borrow your bedroom? I need to yell at Karina in private for a while.”

“This involves me too, Yunjin.”

“I don’t blame you… as much. Just wait here, okay?”

Yunjin pulled Karina down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door. I figured it was best for them to have it out in private. They had been friends a long time, and I had confidence in Yunjin. Her parents had poisonous beliefs about sex, but to their credit, they also believed in forgiveness and practiced it. Yunjin had inherited that trait.

I listened to Yunjin yell at Karina from behind the bedroom door. That was followed by mutual sobs and then low murmurs. Finally, I heard a few giggles.

When all was quiet, I knocked on the door.

Yunjin stepped out. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “She’ll be okay.” Karina sat on the edge of the bed, huddled with arms crossed over her knees.

Yunjin and I returned to the living room.

“She’s okay?” I asked. “How are you, Yunjin?”

She shrugged and nodded. “Am I okay, she might have let my boyfriend impregnate her? No, I’m still a little pissed off about that. And you! What the hell were you thinking this afternoon?”

“Yeah, I feel terrible. At first, I was excited… like a continuation of last night. I thought how much you’d want to watch us, then it registered we shouldn’t have been doing anything without you. I’m sorry.”

Yunjin shook her head. “Guys… always thinking with their little head first.” She looked at me slyly and then said, “She told me you couldn’t get it up for her.”

“Oh, great,” I groaned.

“…because you were worried I’d be hurt.” She pecked my cheek. “Still, don’t ever do that again.”

I nodded and hugged her tight. Yunjin was a wonder. A weaker woman would have thrown me and Karina out and never talked to us again.

“So, are you and Karina okay now?”

“I’m not happy, but I can forgive her.”

“Seriously?”

She sighed. “Well, we can’t blame her for last night, can we? I mean, I urged you on her. Even put your dick inside her. I was so excited, I didn’t even ask if it was okay. She should have stopped us, but I remember the first time we went camping. We were just as weak then as she was last night.”

I forced a smile.

Yunjin took my hand. “Listen… Karina’s parent split up when she was little. It was ugly, and life for her was… chaotic… for a long time. Her mom moved a lot. Lots of money problems. I think that’s part of why she keeps running off with rich guys. She wants to be secure, not have to worry.”

“I had no idea.”

“So, she gets a little needy. But that’s fine. I like being there for her. And she’s always been there for me. Always. But right now, she’s terrified to wind up a single mother like her mom — struggling and alone.”

“She won’t be alone,” I said. “She has us.”

Yunjin’s eyes searched mine. “Us?”

“Well, of course. We’ll be there for her… we’ll deal with this together, right?”

“So, you… you wouldn’t want to just be with Karina?”

“What? Yunjin, I’m not going to leave you.”

Yunjin’s eyes became misty. “I’m happy to hear that.”

“I can’t leave you. You’re everything to me.” I paused. “Though Karina does have bigger boobs.”

Yunjin pushed me away, only to see my grin. “You’re a dick,” she smiled.

I pretended to think about it more. “Hmm… no, it could never work without you. I’d need you to change diapers. I wouldn’t be able to handle that at all.”

When Karina walked into the living room, Yunjin was hitting me hard with a cushion.

“No, that’s not how you do it. You need something hard. Let me get a frying pan or a baseball bat. We can take turns.” Karina said.

While fending off Yunjin’s blows, I saw Karina’s eyes were red but otherwise she looked okay. Better than okay, since she was still naked. If Karina would be hanging around us, I would have to curb my habit of gawking whenever I saw her without clothes.

“So,” said Karina, “when Yunjin’s done beating you, got any dessert? I could use a sugar rush right now. But if it’s chocolate fondue again, I’m leaving.”

All we had were cookies, the cheap crumbly ones you get in a bag from the store. The three of us sat beside each other on the couch and talked.

I offered to clean up crumbs that had fallen on Karina’s boobs, and she sweetly informed me where she’d stuff her cookie if I tried. Yunjin found that particularly funny.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this again.” Yunjin said.

“Doing what?”

“Sitting here naked, joking around.”

Karina nodded. “It’s nice. But feel free to leave if you have somewhere to go. Your boyfriend owes me a good fucking after leaving me all hot and bothered this afternoon.”

Yunjin’s face was the picture of shock.

“God, I’m kidding! After what we’ve been through, if he brings his dick near me again, I’ll cut it off.”

“Yeah?” I said, “Well, you keep that ravenous pussy of yours away from me or I’ll staple it shut.”

Once we stopped laughing, Karina said, “Oh! Yunjin, speaking of getting knocked up, I saw… you know, Mr. Nice Guy. He drove past me on my way to your place. I don’t think he saw me, though.”

“Mr. Nice Guy?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah!” said Yunjin, “Tell him about that guy!”

Karina sat back and said, “I went out with him a couple years ago. He was pretty rich. Great car, great condo, great hair, shitty taste in clothes. I should have known from the start that he was just another asshole looking for arm candy.”

“C’mon, tell him!” Yunjin said.

“He flew me to Paris,” said Karina.

“Really?” I said. “I guess he WAS rich.”

“Well, it wasn’t a private jet, but still. For a long weekend. Of course, I’d never been there, so I was like a little girl taking it all in. We stayed at a fancy hotel, walked around, saw the Louvre, Napoleon’s tomb, all that stuff. Then at night, we walked to the Eiffel tower. It was all lit up. Just incredible.”

“And…” prompted Yunjin.

“Oh, well in Paris people are making out everywhere. At the cafes, kissing on the street, everywhere. There’s a big park on the way to the Tower. While we were walking through it, couples were screwing on the park benches.”

“No way.”

“Yes! One couple, the girl was sitting in the guy’s lap, facing him. She was wearing a skirt, so they weren’t naked or anything, but it was obvious what was happening. We walked right by them on the path.”

“The City of Love, huh?” I said.

“Another couple was even more obvious. She was bent over the bench; he was behind. Even with just the streetlamps, it wasn’t subtle. Mr. Nice Guy told me in France it’s normal for everyone to have a lover. You’re married, and it’s just accepted you’ll also have someone on the side. Part of the culture I guess, don’t know if that’s really true.”

Beside me, Yunjin was squirming a little. Was this getting her turned on?

“I need to move to Paris,” I said. I expected a slap in the arm from Yunjin, but she looked lost in Karina’s story.

I could see Yunjin was really squirming and breathing hard, her chest flushed and breasts rising and falling. That gave me an idea. I whispered to Karina, then stood up and took some plates back to the kitchen.

When I came back, Karina had stood and moved behind the couch. We exchanged a look then she grabbed Yunjin’s wrists, pulling her arms up behind her head.

“Hey!” exclaimed Yunjin.

Karina held Yunjin’s arms tightly and twisted, forcing her to turn until she faced backwards on the couch towards Karina, knees on the seat. Yunjin’s lovely ass and wide hips looked delicious as I approached from behind.

I crouched over her and whispered, “Did that story turn you on? Would you like to be the one fucked across a park bench while people walk by?” I fondled one of her hanging breast and toyed with her pussy. Yunjin was soaked.

Yunjin hesitated then whispered, “Yes.”

I was hard by now. I said, “One day I’ll do that to you. But for now…”

I buried my dick in her with one slow stroke.

“Aaaahh,” Yunjin moaned, lifting her head and arching her back to receive my cock. Karina held her tightly to the couch and grinned at me.

I grasped Yunjin’s hips and started fucking her slowly. Each time I bottomed out, Yunjin grunted and pushed her ass back. She rested her head on the back of the couch and held on to her friend as I fuck her.

Soon I was fucking Yunjin steadily, losing myself in the sensations of her warm, tight pussy, the sight of her shapely ass and back, and the sound of her little gasps and grunts of pleasure. Each time I pressed forward it also caused Karina’s large breasts to sway a little as she eagerly watched us fuck.

Soon Yunjin so lost in lust that Karina released her arms. Yunjin held the back of the couch in languid submission, letting herself to be taken.

I was so immersed with Yunjin that I didn’t notice Karina moving to join her friend on the couch. She got on her knees beside Yunjin then waggled her ass, looking back at me with raised eyebrows.

I pulled myself from Yunjin. She raised her head as she felt me withdraw, awareness returning from her lust-induced stupor enough to realize her best friend was now beside her. I tentatively positioned myself behind Karina and looked at Yunjin expectantly.

She nodded. “Just be careful.”

Karina smiled then pushed her ass back, sinking me into her tight pussy halfway. I gripped her hips and drove the rest of the way in myself.

“No problem getting hard now, is there big guy?” she breathed, eyes lidded.

I took Karina firmly, holding her hips, and, despite the risk, tried to get as deep inside as possible. Yunjin kept her position, watching us, breathing with excitement. I loved how much it turned her on.

When I felt the urge to come rising, I pulled out and pushed back into Yunjin, fucking her again with determined, forceful strokes.

I alternated between Yunjin and Karina several times, careful to withdraw from Karina each time the need to come rose. In the end, I was fucking Karina with abandon as she huffed and grunted, pushing her ass back to match my strokes. When I reach under her to tantalize her clit with two fingers across her clit, she stiffened, and in a few moments gave a short gasp, and she came.

I stayed inside her as long as I dared, then pulled out to plunge balls-deep into Yunjin.

“Ah… God!” she exclaimed. I gave her several more strokes before unloading into her welcoming pussy.

I stayed mated to Yunjin, savoring the afterglow and the sight of the women presented before me. I leaned over to kiss Karina’s shoulder and cup one of her breast, and then did the same to Yunjin.

The girls turned around, and I sat between them, hugging them to my sides.

“I didn’t think we’d do this again,” said Yunjin, resting her head on my shoulder. “Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “What if it is?”

Yunjin looked over at her friend. “Karina, are you okay?”

Karina was flushed and a little out of breath. “I have no complaints if you don’t.”

We talked a little longer until I yawned, causing the girls to yawn too. It was nearly midnight.

Yunjin stood and stretched, her body lovely in the candlelight. “I need to get home. Some people kept me up really late last night.”

Karina looked uncertain. I didn’t want her to leave, and a glance at Yunjin told me she didn’t either.

“Karina, can you stay with us tonight?” I said. “Just to sleep, I mean.”

Karina nodded, so Yunjin and I led her to the bedroom.

We put Karina in the middle of the bed this time and both of us cuddled against her sides. Karina pulled my hand to her boob, so I lightly squeezed and caressed it.

Karina kissed me and said, “Hold me?” I nodded, and she rolled to her side to face Yunjin. I spooned behind her and embraced her from behind, a hand on each breast. She looked back to caress my face then turned to Yunjin. The two of them talked in low whispers. I couldn’t make out what they were saying and was too tired to care. Soon I was dead asleep.

-

When I awoke it was dark and I was facing Yunjin with Karina was snoring softly behind me. Yunjin looked so lovely as she slept. I had to have her again. I ran my hand over her body and nuzzled her neck. Slowly she started to respond.

We made love, gentle and slow, embracing each other, kissing, neither of us needing to rush.

It was different this time. There was just enough light for me to see her and we gazed into each other’s eyes. Despite what Karina and I had done, Yunjin still wanted me and forgave us. It occurred to me that it wasn’t because she was some doormat who accepted anything, but because she had gained strength from her own struggles with lust and inhibition.

She whispered, “If Karina has a baby, it’ll need a friend.”

That got my attention. “What do you mean?”

“If she’s pregnant, will you knock me up too?”

“That’s not funny, Yunjin.”

She locked her legs around me as I eased in and out of her slowly.

“I’m not joking. I want to do this with you for real. No protection. As often as we can until I’m uh… carrying… uh… your child… uh… hey, be gentle. Make this… uh… last.”

I couldn’t help but push into her forcefully as she said those things. I tried to calm down. I whispered, “Where did this come from, Yunjin? Why would you want that?”

She kissed me. “Because I love you, silly. And you haven’t said it, but I’m pretty sure you love me.”

—

To our relief, Karina did not get pregnant. She immediately found birth control that worked for her and continued to join Yunjin and me, sharing our bed most weekends and sometimes through the week.

The scare was harrowing, but it brought the three of us closer. There were no more secrets, more trust, and more fun. The three of us started doing everything together: hang out, watch shows, cook, and travel. Except I refused to join the girl’s yoga class.

Like anything, nudity becomes routine once you’re used to it, but I still caught myself staring at the girls in admiration. I was no model, but Karina, always brash, liked to comment on my ass, chest or dick. Yunjin was more reserved, but I knew she enjoyed seeing me on display too.

Occasionally I would get an erection that refused to fade, so either Karina or Yunjin would volunteer to “take care of me.” Likewise, one of the girls would get horny for no reason and need my help. This always turned into an extended period in bed or on the living room floor.

We made up the rules as we went. Yunjin was happy to let Karina and I fuck anytime, but she preferred to be there to watch. Sometimes she needed me afterwards too. No matter how drained Karina left me, I somehow found renewed energy for my lovely Yunjin.

Karina kept up her wild lifestyle. Sometimes she met a new guy and disappeared, but she always gravitated back to us after a few weeks with bitter stories of the latest asshole and laments of “why can’t I just find a guy like you?”

One Sunday morning as the three of us lay in bed, Yunjin said, “We should all just move in together.”

Karina snorted. “Three people in a one-bedroom apartment? We’d go nuts.”

“We could find another place. None of us make much money, but together I think we could buy a house. Even without Karina’s income, we could afford something better.”

Karina and I both looked at her.

“A house?” I asked. “That’s a big step.”

“Is it?” said Yunjin. “You’re still hoping to find someone better than me and Karina? Run off with another girl… or three?”

The thought of being without Yunjin made me feel ill. I couldn’t imagine being without Karina, either. “You know I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “I love you, remember?”

She kissed me. “And I love you. And Karina. Though I’d love her a lot more if she’d stop running away every time she thinks she’s found prince charming.”

“What’s wrong with wanting a guy all to myself?” Karina said.

“Nothing. Though remember your goldfish? Full-time boyfriends take even more care and feeding… even after you’ve got them trained.” She patted my arm in mock condescension.

“Hey,” I said, “So I’m a goldfish to you now?”

“Mmm, no. More like a puppy.”

“Yeah… a pussy hound,” added Karina.

“Karina!” we both exclaimed. I hit her with a pillow.

“I have to admit, I’m never at my place anymore. We could just get a two bedroom somewhere.” Karina said.

“That was my first thought,” said Yunjin. “But have you seen the rent in the city lately? It’s crazy. I did the numbers and it would be cheaper to get a house. Nothing fancy. Maybe some place outside of town.”

“That’s an idea. An old farmhouse with some land. Privacy to walk around outside nude. Fuck on the lawn.” I said,

This time, Karina hit me with the pillow. “See? That’s all he thinks about.”

—

We found an old house, set back from the road in the trees. The privacy and large yards was perfect for three full-time nudists to play and bask in the sun when we wanted.

When we took possession, the three of us drove out together.

“Never thought we’d own an actual house,” Yunjin said. She held the keys with reverence.

When we got out of the car, we noticed the silence. No traffic, no sirens… just birds and the breeze through the surrounding woods.

“All right!” Karina exclaimed, “Let’s make ourselves at home!” She stripped off her clothes and threw them on the front yard. Yunjin did the same, and both ran for the back.

“Hey! Wait!” I shouted, but they had already rounded the corner. I heard screams. When I got there, Karina and Yunjin stood trying to cover themselves while the two electricians we had hired to install an outside outlet watched and grinned.

The girls fled.

“Sorry about that, guys. They’re just a little excited about finally moving in.” I said.

“Perfectly all right,” said the older electrician. “It’s your home. Say, if you can get them to come back and just… I dunno… stand there, maybe we can put a discount on your bill.”

—

Once the electricians had left, the three of us lay on the grass of the backyard, naked under the sun, enjoying the freedom of our own property.

“It’s so quiet,” said Yunjin.

“Too quiet,” said Karina, sharing a look with her friend.

Before I knew what was happening, Yunjin had scooted down and take my cock into her mouth while Karina kissed me then lowered her pussy onto my face. I wound up fucking one, then the other, and then the three of us lay back on the grass to recover, naked under the early summer sun.

The house needed work. We watched videos and borrowed books about painting, drywall, carpentry and maintaining a septic tank. Karina enjoyed painting, which I loathed. Yunjin found furniture and took charge organizing. None of us knew what we were doing, but as we learned we became even closer friends and lovers.

Though Karina had her own bedroom, we usually all slept together. Some nights Karina needed me all to herself, so I spent the night alone with her and we exhausted ourselves.

Karina still went into town to party, and ran off with some guy for months after we moved in. A week later she returned, more upset than usual. She never told us what happened, but she needed attention from Yunjin and me for weeks afterward.

The permanence of having our own house, and having two people who cared for her, seemed to calm Karina. She was happier, though still a little wild. She partied in town less and less and, best of all, never ran off again.

Soon the three of us realized that our odd three-way relationship was stable. We lived in near harmony, sharing the household duties and finances like we shared a bed each night.

I never saw jealousy between my two wonderful women, but life in the house wasn’t perfect. We had squabbles about money and petty things.

One evening Karina stood in front of me while I was watching TV and said, “underwear and socks are not home decor, you know. Can you take them to your room when you get home, instead of just leaving them everywhere?”

“Well, toenail clippings and pubic hair aren’t either,” I retorted, referring to Karina’s habit of grooming her feet and bush while she watched TV.

“Ass,” she said, playfully.

“Slut,”

Karina attacked me. We wound up wrestling. Karina was agile. Often our matches ended with her astride my neck, pinning me down and shoving her pussy in my face. Or, she would have her legs hooked around my waist, shoving her boobs into my mouth.

That time, however, I dominated and forced my hard cock between her legs.

“Don’t you dare,” she said, looking down at my dick.

When Yunjin heard the commotion, she strolled into the living room to watch. She loved watching Karina and me fuck almost as much as she loved getting fucked herself.

“Yunjin!” said Karina, struggling to throw me off, “Help!”

“Okay,” said Yunjin. She crouched and pinned Karina’s arms above her head.

“Help ME, not him… ohhhhh.”

Karina groaned as I pushed my cock into her love tunnel. But then she stopped struggling and spread her legs wide, letting me take her.

Yunjin held Karina’s arms, breathing with excitement and lovingly stroking Karina’s hair while I fucked her on our living room floor.

It was our favorite way of making up.

Yunjin started talking about kids again. If we were in the city and saw a baby, she would stop to make a fuss. Once we walked by a playground and she insisted on watching the antics of the toddlers until their caretakers started looking at with unease.

“You should do it, Yunjin,” said Karina one Saturday as we sunned ourselves naked in the yard. “Let him knock you up.”

“So should you,” said Yunjin.

Karina snorted. “I can barely take care of myself.”

“Wouldn’t you like a little baby? You’d be a great mom. I know you would.”

“Like hell. I’d drop the kid on his head the first day. And the whole childbirth thing? Doesn’t it squick you out? It’s gross! It’s okay for your cavernous cunt to get all stretched out, but our guy likes my tight pussy.”

Yunjin gasped. “God, you’re filthy. I’ve never heard any complaints from him. And I’m pretty sure he’s spent a lot more time in me than in you.” She stuck out her tongue.

“Ladies, once again, I’m right here, you know. If that’s a concern, Karina, I hear they can stitch you up afterward. Make you tighter than ever.”

Both girls goes “Ewww” and slapped me.

Yunjin kept talking about kids throughout the summer.

“I know,” she said one day, “We’ll go camping to the same place. You can fuck me just like before, only we’ll time it so I’m at peak fertility. Wouldn’t that be romantic?”

At first, I wasn’t sure that we were ready, but Yunjin convinced me. She stopped her birth control, and we began planning the trip.

A few days later, Karina asked me to sleep just with her, in her room. She was clingy that night, wrapping herself around me, urging me to go deep and fuck her hard.

“I’m going to lose you two.”

“How can you lose us? We’re family.” I said, surprised.

“You, Yunjin and a baby will be family. I’ll be a fifth wheel.”

“Karina, what’s wrong? I thought you were happy about our plans.”

“I am. I’m happy for Yunjin. I’m happy for you. But it doesn’t leave any place for me.”

“Your place is here. We love you. I love you. You know that. We’re together. All of us. The only thing that would change is how little sleep we’ll get with a baby around.”

Karina burrowed her head against me and said nothing.

Yunjin and I were installing a new kitchen faucet by ourselves when she said, “We never asked Karina to come camping with us, you know.”

I snorted. “We never asked because neither of us could imagine Karina camping. She’s a city girl.”

“We’re city people too, and we did it. You’ve gone backwoods camping several times.”

“Yeah, but Karina gets grumpy if she doesn’t have immediate access to a latte or high heels.”

“C’mon. She likes it out here. I think she’s feeling left out. We should at least ask.”

We did. To my surprise, Karina agreed. She even seemed excited. She started pestering us with questions: how long was the hike? How did you go to the bathroom…”

“Are you really sure you want to come?” I asked.

“I can be just as tough as Yunjin, you know. And if you’re determined to turn our poor sweet Yunjin into an unwed mother, she’ll need me to hold her hand while you do it. Or hold her down if she gets cold feet.”

—

The summer heat hit us as we emerged from the cool shade of the forest. I spread my arms and said, “Behold.”

Karina and Yunjin looked around at the camping area and out at the little lake. “This is so beautiful!” exclaimed Karina.

“And all just for us.” I added.

The girls set their backpacks on the ground and groaned with relief. “Oh, it’s good to get that off,” said Karina. “You guys call this fun?” She wiped sweat from her face and neck.

I set my pack down too. “Yeah, but it’s still a lot to carry.”

“Good thing you two were carrying most of it. I thought I’d die back there on the trail.”

“Time to cool off,” said Yunjin, pulling off her clothes. “Let’s go swim.”

We stripped and ran into the little lake.

“Oh my God,” said Karina as she swam on her back, her large breasts breaking the surface. “This is wonderful.”

“I can’t believe it’s been two years since we were here,” said Yunjin, also floating on her back. Her modest breasts barely poked from the water.

We floated and swam, confident no one would disturb us. Though the lake had two campsites, we had reserved the other one to make sure we would be alone on the long weekend.

When we had cooled down, we toweled each other off on the shore.

Karina squeezed the water from her long jet-black hair then ran her fingers through it to slick back over her head. Her upraised arms and arching back lifting her breasts to the sun was a breathtaking sight.

We got to work setting up camp.

“You guys have to tell me what to do,” said Karina, “and don’t make fun of me. You know I’ve never camped before.”

Yunjin and I instructed Karina in gathering fallen branches for firewood and how to fill the filter bag for clean water, then we all set up our new three-person tent.

Karina peered in the tent doorway, “Three-person tent, huh?

“We’re used to snuggling,” said Yunjin. “It’ll be fine.”

We all crawled inside to lay on the camping mats, the girls on either side of me.

“See?” I said. ‘It’s a palace. Lots of room, as long as we spoon.’ I rolled Yunjin onto her side and nestled behind her. “Mmm. After that hike I could use a nap.”

“Oh no you don’t,” she said, squirming away. “I know what kind of ‘nap’ you have in mind. We still have things to set up.”

Yunjin crawled out of the tent and pulled me with her. Karina reluctantly emerged as well.

“Okay, we’ll play later. Someone needs to string up a clothesline, and we need to get a line into a tree to hang our packs.” I said.

“Why?” asked Karina.

“Animals,” said Yunjin. “You hang the packs and anything else that smells in a tree away from the camp. So raccoons and bears don’t rip them open at night or follow the scent to our camp.”

Karina furrowed her brow. “You never said anything about bears.”

“There are only black bears around here. They’re no big deal.”

“I don’t care if they’re teddy bears. A bear is a bear.”

“Sort of. Black bears aren’t that aggressive, as long as cubs aren’t around, anyway. You can usually scare them away. And I have bear spray just in case.”

Karina wrapped her arms around herself. “You guys call this fun? Let’s just go home. We have trees there. And no bears.”

“And you always say you’re the adventurous one,” I teased.

“Yeah, for parties. Not for getting eaten by wildlife.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve camped here many times. Never seen anything but deer and raccoons.”

We gave Karina rope to string up as a clothesline while Yunjin and I found the tree we had used on our first camping trip and got it ready to hoist our packs later that evening.

When we returned to camp, Karina had hung up our one mutual towel on the line.

“Everything is all set.” I looked at Yunjin suggestively. “Now we can take that nap.”

“It’s too hot. Even hotter in the tent. Besides, I’m not horny.” Yunjin said

I sighed. “Karina?”

“What? No way. It’s too hot.”

“You’re not horny either?”

“Nope,” said Karina, putting her hands behind her and rocking back on her heels. She had a little smile.

“Well, I am,” I said, “and as alpha male, I demand to mate with my harem.”

The girls scoffed.

“Listen to him,” said Karina. “He thinks he’s in charge.”

I spread my arms and stepped towards Yunjin with exaggerated stalking movements. She laughed, backing away. “Keep away, ‘alpha male.’”

Trying not to laugh, I growled, “The first girl I catch, I fuck,” then lunged at Yunjin. She yelped and ran. I turned to Karina. With a big smile, she bolted in the other direction.

I chased the girls, laughing and screaming. Yunjin was the slowest, but she was agile. Each time I nearly caught her, she weaved and feinted away. After a few more times, she plunged into the water and swam to the middle.

“No fair!” I yelled. Yunjin was a powerful swimmer… there was no way I would catch her in the lake.

I turned back to Karina. I herded her to the edge of the campsite where thorny bushes and a large tree blocked her way. I spread my arms as I approached, ready to catch her if she bolted.

Karina stood with her back against the tree, looking left and right. “Stay away, you beast,” she laughed.

“You’re mine now,” I growled dramatically and edged closer.

By now, I was hard as steel. Karina’s eyes widened when she saw it.

“You think I’m your bitch to fuck whenever you feel like it?” she said.

I closed the gap and pinned her to the tree, holding her wrists with one hand. “Uh huh. And I feel like it, Now.”

Karina just grinned as I forced her legs apart and started rubbing my cock along her slit. She was already wet. I started sliding back and forth, becoming slick from her wetness.

“Beast,” she breathed, but she pushed back at me.

I released her wrists and put my arms under her ass, lifting her up against the tree and forcing her legs around me. I positioned my cock up her entrance and pushed. Karina inhaled sharply, eyes widening as I penetrated her. She held onto the tree behind her as I started fucking her against it. Soon she wrapped her legs and arms tight around me and pulled me into a deep kiss.

I rutted deep into her grasping tunnel with no thought of prolonging our mating or getting her off. I was consumed with a primal need to fuck this beautiful woman until I filled her.

It didn’t take long. A few final thrusts and I grunted, cumming hard into her. Karina clung and panted, her welcoming womb accepting my seed.

Eventually, my heart slowed and I lowered her legs. I kept myself inside her as we kissed and embraced. When I finally softened and slipped from her, I pulled Karina away from the tree and turned her around to brush bits of bark from her back.

Karina looked back. “Ass,” she said.

“You bring it out in me,” I grinned. “You okay?”

“I’ve just been fucked by my ‘alpha male’ How could I not be okay?” She forced a smile, then it trailed away into an odd, unreadable expression.

Yunjin was drying off when we got back to the tent.

“No fair going in the water,” I said. “You know you’re a better swimmer.”

“I wasn’t going to let you fuck ME against some tree. When we do it, I want it long and slow.”

“Suits me,” I said. “I think I’m ready for an actual nap now.”

The three of us crawled back into the tent. It was still hot, but we snoozed for an hour, entwined in a heap.

Daylight was fading when we woke. While Karina and I washed up in the lake, Yunjin started a fire. We ate dinner, warmed by the fire, watching the sun set and stars slowly emerge.

“Oh,” said Yunjin, “I forgot.” She fetched a small carton from her pack and handed it to Karina.

“Instant Chai Tea Latte Mix,” read Karina. “Gee, guys… you shouldn’t have.”

We laughed and Yunjin sat back down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder as she watched the fire and absently played with my dick. When I started getting hard, she glanced at me with a wry smile and lowered her head to take me in her mouth. After a few minutes, she stretched out by the fire and guided my head down between her legs. I licked her gently for a long while as she lay in the firelight. I concentrated my efforts and soon brought her to orgasm as she moaned and pushed my face into her.

I slid up Yunjin’s body, ready to enter her, but she pushed back on my chest.

“Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, searching her eyes.

“I… I don’t know about this.”

I rolled off and held her. “This is what we planned.”

“I know. But… all my life I was told to stay away from guys. Getting pregnant was the worst thing that could ever happen. And now…”

“…and now you’re all grown up. You’re a woman, not a girl. Your family isn’t here to brand you a slut. You decide what’s right.”

“My head knows that,” said Yunjin. “But inside…”

I was afraid this might happen. We had planned this trip for months, but it was a big step for Yunjin. The final step, in her mind, that would separate her from her past: getting pregnant.

We timed the trip so she would be unprotected and at her most fertile. She was more vulnerable to impregnation than the first time we had coupled at the same campsite.

Back then, I had taken Yunjin backwoods camping for the first time. She was determined to shed the demons of guilt and shame from her strict upbringing. Just being alone with a guy was a big step, let alone camping in the wilderness with one. But the beauty of the surroundings and the sense of freedom led to our first experiments with nudity, followed by us fucking without protection later on. It was stupid, but fortunately Yunjin did not get pregnant. That weekend, Yunjin started discovering her inner strength and started living free, acting as she judged best, no longer following the repressive edicts of her parents.

As we lay together by the fire, I let Yunjin wrestle with the last remnants of those feelings of guilt and shame.

Finally, she urged me on top of her.

“I’m through being scared.” She spread her legs. ‘Do it,’ she smiled. “Fuck me. Knock me up. Make love to me for real.”

Our coupling was tender, both understand it wasn’t just to satisfy our lust. There would be life-changing consequences for all of us. We hoped.

When I approached the point of no return, I looked into Yunjin’s eyes.

“Last chance,” I panted.

Yunjin’s eyes were bright. “Let go,” she whispered. “Make me yours forever.”

I pushed in deep and with two more strokes emptied all I had into my love’s fertile body. She groaned and arched her back as she felt me inseminate her. It signalled victory over her last taboo. She was finally free of her demons.

From the other side of the fire, Karina watched excited as I hopefully impregnated her best friend.

“Way to go, Yunjin,” she said.

As we lay together recovering, Yunjin said, “You were supposed to fuck me first this weekend, you know.”

“I know. But you ran into the lake. What’s am I supposed to do? And how can I deprive poor Karina?”

Yunjin just shook her head.

“How about this,” I said, “this weekend I fuck you the most.”

“I guess that’s okay, as long every time is like what we just did.”

The three of us sat around the fire, joking and chatting until the air grew chilly. Then we secured the campsite for the night and crawled into the tent.

Sometime that night, Karina woke me in her usual way: stroking me to hardness. The remains of the campfire cast flickering light through the tent wall. Yunjin was snoring gently, her back to us.

“I can’t sleep,” Karina whispered. “I keep thinking I hear bears.”

“Well, if one comes around, I’ll go out and beat him up. I have quite a reputation in these woods, you know.”

She chuckled. “Oh, yes. Please protect me, Mr. Man!”

“Seriously, they’re really more scared of us. Especially me.” I grinned.

“You ass.” She felt my hard dick. “Ready for more?”

“I’m always ready for you, Karina.” I gently rolled on top of her and poked my hardness between her legs. She must have been playing with herself… she was already wet.

Karina sighed happily as I slid into her. No matter how many times I fucked that wonderful woman I marveled at her wet tightness and how different she felt from Yunjin.

Karina breathed in excitement, tilting her hips, driving me deeper.

We said nothing more as we fucked in dim light. Then I remembered she hadn’t come last time, so I pulled out and started sliding down her body, eager to lick her to an orgasm or three.

“No,” she breathed, urging me back up. “Not now. Just fuck me.”

“I want to make you cum.”

“Later. Just fuck me. Come on… breed me like you bred Yunjin. Knock me up. Make me yours too.”

That was odd. Karina had never played that game before. She knew the idea excited me, but pregnancy horrified her. She never even teased about me impregnating her.

I slid up and she sighed as I pushed back into her. Karina lay there, passively letting me take her, then slowly she started to respond, pushing back and moaning. She was tight as always, but it felt like her pussy grasped my dick even more, and she was so warm.

It was so stimulating I reached my peak much sooner than usual I almost collapsed on her as my muscles weakened when I came. Karina just lay there, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling of the tent as I inseminated her for the second time that day.

After a few moments, Karina gently pushed me off. Instead of cuddling up against me, she stayed on her back with knees raised.

Yunjin, however, snuggled against my other side. She said nothing, just pecked my cheek and reached down to feel me, still slick from Karina. Just like that first time, Yunjin had been listening silently while I fucked her best friend, enjoying every minute.

After three nights camping with the two women, playing, swimming and making love, I was exhausted. But the trip was successful: two weeks later, Yunjin was pregnant. The three of us celebrated and started planning.

Four weeks after the trip, Karina rushed to the bathroom one morning and threw up.

Yunjin went to see what was wrong. She returned a long time later, pulling Karina behind her. She was holding a pregnancy test wand.

“So… you know how I always told Karina that our baby could use a friend?”

I sat up. “Oh, no.”

Yunjin nodded, eyes wide.

I got up to hug them. Karina avoided my eyes.

“How did this happen?” I said. “How far along are you?”

Yunjin said, “Apparently, the same as me.”

I tried to process that. “So… I’m the father?”

Karina gasped and pushed me. “Of course! Who else would I let knock me up?”

“Let me? So, on our camping trip… you weren’t protected? On purpose?”

Karina look to Yunjin, “Guys are really slow sometimes, aren’t they?”

“But why? I thought having a kid squicked you out.”

Karina buried her face against my chest with one arm around me and the other around Yunjin. “Because I don’t want to lose you.”

I met Yunjin’s eyes while stroking Karina’s hair. “That would never happen. I told you… we’re a family.”

“Well, we sure are now,” said Karina. She looked up. “Angry?”

“Shocked,” I said. “Amazed. But not angry. You know I wanted to have a baby with you too. But now how the hell am I going to deal with two pregnant women at the same time.”

“We’ll take it easy on you. It’s going to be a big change. For all of us.” Yunjin said

I started pulling Karina and Yunjin to the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Seeing if I can give you both twins.”

“But that’s not how… never mind. Let’s try anyway.” Yunjin laughed and pulled Karina onto the bed with her.

[songbirdseung]

walk home / nishimura riki

did you think you'd get a potential boyfriend on your way to the convenience store during one of your many midnight walks?

you had walked these streets every day for the past four years, each step blending into the next, creating a rhythm of routine. the same worn pavements, familiar storefronts, and repetitive decorations lined your path. nothing out of the ordinary ever caught your attention—just the usual, mundane occurrences that seemed to blur together. each day felt like a carbon copy of the last, a predictable cycle you had grown accustomed to.

but today, something unexpected happened.

as you made your way down the street, lost in your thoughts, a sudden burst of energy interrupted your mental drift. out of nowhere, a small, fluffy dog came dashing toward you, its tail wagging furiously, eyes alight with excitement. the little pup stopped at your feet, looking up at you with an expression of pure joy, as if you were its long-lost best friend. taken aback, you crouched down to greet the enthusiastic furball, your heart instantly warming at the sight.

"well, aren’t you a friendly one," you murmured, scratching behind the dog’s ears. the pup leaned into your touch, clearly enjoying the attention.

before you could wonder where its owner was, a voice called out from behind, slightly breathless. "bisco! there you are!" the voice exclaimed. you looked up to see a young man jogging toward you, his face flushed from exertion, strands of dark hair falling into his eyes.

"i’m so sorry about him," he said, stopping a few steps away. "bisco usually doesn’t just run up to strangers like this."

that’s how you met riki—and his dog, bisco.

you remembered the rush of emotions you felt when you first saw him. he was gorgeous, with a striking yet approachable face, his tall frame accentuated by his confident stride. despite his edgy clothing style, there was a softness to his demeanor that made him seem approachable and, frankly, adorable.

"hi," he said, still catching his breath. "i really apologize. bisco can be a little... unpredictable sometimes."

"it’s okay," you replied with a smile, still petting the dog. "bisco, huh? that’s a cute name."

riki chuckled, a sound that made your heart flutter. "thanks. he’s named after my favorite snack."

you laughed softly. "well, bisco seems to like me. he ran straight over."

"i don’t blame him," riki said, his lips quirking into a shy smile. "he has good taste."

there was a beat of comfortable silence, bisco happily wagging his tail between you. you felt a warmth spreading through your chest, a strange but pleasant sensation, as if something meaningful had just begun.

"so... do you walk bisco around here often?" you asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.

"yeah, we live just a few blocks away. this is his favorite route," riki replied, his hands casually slipping into his pockets. "what about you?"

"same. i walk this way almost every day. funny we haven’t crossed paths until now."

"guess bisco was determined to change that today," riki said, glancing down at his dog with affection.

"looks like it," you agreed, laughing softly. "maybe he’s trying to set us up."

riki’s eyes twinkled with amusement. "if he is, he’s doing a great job."

you continued chatting, the conversation flowing easily despite having just met. bisco occasionally tugged at his leash, sniffing around and wagging his tail, oblivious to the new connection forming above him. with each passing minute, the once-familiar street seemed to transform. what had always been a mundane path now felt filled with possibility and excitement, all because of this chance encounter.

"maybe we should let bisco choose our routes more often," riki said, his tone light but his eyes holding a deeper interest.

"maybe we should," you replied, feeling a smile stretch across your face.

as the two of you stood there, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. the once-ordinary day had turned into something extraordinary, thanks to a playful pup.

"hey," riki’s voice gently pulled you back to reality. you blinked a few times, refocusing on the present. he was standing in front of you, his head tilted slightly, an amused grin tugging at his lips. "you okay there? you zoned out for a second."

"oh, sorry," you said, feeling a bit flustered. "i was just... thinking."

"about the first time we met?" he asked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "you had that same dreamy look on your face."

you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "yeah, you caught me. i was thinking about bisco running up to me and how awkward you were."

"hey!" riki protested with a mock pout, crossing his arms. "i wasn’t that awkward."

"you totally were," you teased, nudging his arm. "but it was cute."

riki shook his head, chuckling softly. "well, if it got us here, i guess a little awkwardness was worth it." he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and familiar.

[ablobwhowrites]

Not gonna lie, I feel like the protagonist from Poppy Playtime might not even be a human considering the amount of capability in the game gives me vibes they might be some kind of experiment.

I am wondering about your new Home Sweet Home AU but what things might have changed if Y/N is some yellow test dummy toy thing instead of a human?

In a alternative universe this probably happened.

Harley swayer before the hour of joy and before everything went down with playtime co and before he became the machine man. He saw how y/n was capable of being stronger than most workers and being more athletic with more intelligent for emotional and some problem skills so Harley Sawyer wanted to make y/n a perfect subject and well y/n was then taken and yeah y/n was turned into the yellow test dummy. If you ever seen project playtime and saw the yellow test dummy character you play as. That's kinda how I imagine what y/n looks like and y/n was put into the holding room where Thomas Clarke was once put and many though that the same situation would happen but instead they didn't attack y/n. (I saw a theory from someone that because some of the toys are intelligent, they knew that the bron on the room was Thomas Clarke and knew he was working with playtime and was one of the people who made them into this) It interested Harley as they didn't attack more like let y/n into their group as y/n was still recovering for the transformation and y/n literally didn't know that playtime was doing this to the orphans.

Y/n was used for more dangerous situations in the factory that would be to dangerous for the regular workers and well of course y/n gets injured in some of these missions they are forced to do. Plus I do imagine they were lured into the unfortunate events that lead to them being turned into this by the higher ups promising a promotion but was instead experimented on and how they transform them into the yellow test dummy toy was very painful for y/n is all I am going to say.

Y/n does help with the safe haven even doing the dangerous stuff willingly but doey refuses as he had seen how y/n has taken no breaks at all when helping with the safe haven and doing supply run after supply run and so many other things that when the smiling critters where still around in the safe haven. They did try to convince y/n that it's not healthy to push themselves like this but y/n is used to it and so many things still needed to be done but doey did convince y/n to at least take a short sit down for a bit and y/n did. That short sit down then turns into y/n falling asleep and being out cold for about a 20 hours.

But y/n's main goal would be trying to find a safe way for the toys to be able to leave the factory as they do remember their home and yeah it'll be a small struggle to get out but they know that if you at least to get the toys out of this factory and somewhere safe other than here would be at least better than being trapped in this nightmare of a place.

(also a little goofy thing i thought of while yapping about this)

Playtime co higher-up: "congratulations y/n! Your going to be promoted, but first follow me, we have to get you ready for this promotion."

Y/n: "Sweet! I think things are finally looking up"

*10 hours later*

Y/n after the 'promotion':

(that's it for my yapping session for today. If you guys like this or what more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to go on a date with your monster. Like to give them a little gift.

Look under the cut to see what meeting your joyfriend is like.

1 you walk into a messy apartment, it looks like this is their first place where they live alone, away from other angels. They're sitting on a Lome mattress, cuddling a stuffed animal and watching TV. Despite everything they're still beautiful, their body youthful, and sexless, and athletic, their four white wings forever stained with blood. They look up at you with rose gold eyes, afraid, apologizing for if they scared you. But to their surprise you don't shy away from them, and somehow they feel safe and pure when you sit down to talk to them.

2 you see them in the shadows, alone in the dark of an empty park, changing shape, first a muscular humanoid in armor, then a wolf dancing through the night, then a combination of both, then finally a modern human in a ragged trenchcoat. Despite all their forms, their eyes are always the same. They come up to you and bow with a smile on their face. You slowly aproch them, for whatever reason their voice seems so familiar. You greet them with your hand as you would an animal, even as they're in human form, as you slowly pet their scars for the first time.

3 within the golden halls of an ornate train station you see them for the first time, through the crowd with inhumanly green eyes. They notice you despite everyone else. And you notice everything off about them, the wrong numbers of teeth, their hands occasionally having more or less then five fingers before returning back to normal. It's wordless but it doesn't need words for you to tell them that they don't need to pretend to be human around you. And for a momment you see them, naked, with branches for antlers, and the wings of a monarch butterfly, a serpent's head where a human’s genitals would be, and teeth made out of broken glass, and then only a rose exists where they once stood, but you know you'll see them again.

4 you see them for the first time in an empty parking lot, a massive creature with black eyes and countless legs, glowing yet dark, as they come twords you they take notes in an unknowable language. They inspect you as the dark matter pitter patters across your face. You expect them to hurt you as they reach out their claw but they only gently pet your head. You can tell that they're suprised, you're more receptive then most humans are. They give you a small peice of food to let you eat right from their claw, and it tastes batter then anything on earth.

5 you meet them in a café on a quiet side street. They don't like being seen by too many people. Their body is beautiful, but so inhuman, tall and slender, with silvery armor covering them from the neak down, their face pale and their eyes long since ripped out and replaced with red mechanical replacements. They're a bit afraid you won't be ok with them when you first meet them, but you start talking, and though they're shy at first they like the sound of your voice. They let you pet their head and they cuddle up to you, and their body is warm like a churning machine as you hug them for the first time, and they feel comforted in your arms.

6 you see them in a dark subway station. They clearly once were human, centuries ago, their body forever young, but pale and skinny, their eyes turned white and their mouth jawless and fanged like a lampry's. Their body is entirely sexless, barely shielded from the cold by a ragged suit. Most people avoid them, but you ask if they're ok and they just look up at you, when you ask if they're hungry they nod. You agree to give them some blood, and it feels like they're giving you little kisses as you offer them your wrist. When they're full you hug their cold body, and for a momment they're made warm.

7 an undead servent slowly brings them over to you in a wheelchair. Though their mansion is beautiful it's trapped in time, and dark even in the daytime. You can see the computer they're trapped in, it must be decades old by now. They look at you with an avatar meant to look like a drawing of themself, or at least how they'd want to look. Something about them makes you want to touch them, but you know you never can. You put your hand to the screen, and you can feel the magic flow through you, and for a momment that's enough.

8 you see them sitting there alone in a bar. A slender androgynous humanoid, they're wearing a black suit but upon closer examination it's part of their body, never to be taken off. You sit next to them, and they smile at you, you talk for a few moments and it's like they know more about the universe then you could ever imagine. They pet your head, and it feels like it'll kill you, but it only makes you feel more alive. They hand you a business card with their number on it, it says they're a servent of hades, they tell you you can contact them again if you like, they'll be around. When you look again they're entirely gone once more.

9 walking through an abandoned mall you see them, a life sized puppet, with stars and moons on its outfit, and a painted mask for a face. Coming closer to them you can see there's red liquid on them, and strange otherworldly bugs and mushrooms on their body. When you try to touch them they float in the air, and move as if they're alive, for a momment you think they'll hurt you but they run away. When you find them again, tracking them down to a dark arcade, you see they're crying. They expect you to hurt them but you reach out to help them instead, nobody's ever tried to help them like that before...

10 you see them ontop of a skyscraper's roof. They youthful human wearing a leather jacket smiling as a massive reptile, with bat like wings, and massive steel fangs, and a tail like a scorpion's flies down to them. You wonder if they'll try to calm it but instead they move together like one being, their eyes the same yellow color. The creature comes twords you, fire in its mouth, and poison in its teeth. You realize the two beings are one in the same, as the wyvern bows its head, ready for you to ride it, with its human body at your side.

11 for a momment they chase you through the night, the hooded masked figure running twords you, blade in hand. But as you cross the street they can't follow, it's as if they've hit a wall. The gods themselves have bound them. While you're in safety you look at them, there's a sadness behind that mask. You wonder, if they can't hurt you here, would there be any reason to hate them, would they choose to spare you if they knew your face, your voice...

12 all you can see is blackness, yet there is no darkness, only this slick metallic liquid around you. The lake bubbles up creating a false body with its fluid, first male, then female, then both, then neither. It beckons you in, and you know it would not let you drown. When you step inside all you can feel, all you can see, is the fluid around you, and you feel as if you're being held.

[revelboo]

Hey I hope you are doing well and just wanted to say you are one of the reasons that I'm still madly obsessed with Transformers and to be honest I don't read much of they comics but I do love watching their shows, ( it's more merciful to my wallet because most of their show are free to watch then buying every comic and it is hard to find a comic shop where I'm from) but can I ask for an intimate Megatronus of Transformers One story, I'm curious how he would handle the reader, and his reaction be of their face and body, because it's the first time in his life he ever sees something like the reader.

👉👈🫣

Sure! 18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Scenario-First Time

Megatronus Prime x Reader

• Servos brushing your collarbone when he touches the edge of your loose covering, there’s not much to it. Just this thin bit of cloth and a sash around your middle keeping it closed. Wishes you’d look up at him as the tip of a servo slides along skin brushing cloth, but your head is down, face flushed. Shy now? Servos skimming down your body, he plays with the end of the sash. One little tug and it will come loose and he’ll see what you keep hidden from him. Wants to do bad his aching with it. His sweet little, shy mate. “I won’t take anything you’re unwilling to offer,” he says and your lips part. Needs you to look at him, to meet his optics. To know you still want this. Want him. Doesn’t want you to feel obligated, that you have to do this, to give yourself to him.

• Heart racing, you laying your hand on his. Even mass displaced, he’s so big. Intimidating, but you’re not scared of him. Know him after being trapped here with him so long, he’s your protector, your friend. And you want him, want to have this moment. Blowing out a breath, your fingers brush his servos, picking apart the loose knot on your sash. “It’s not that,” you reassure him, self conscious and trying to understand why he wants you. You’ve come to love him, but compared to them, you must be unsettling, right? Soft and alien instead of what he’s used to and maybe you’re just a curiosity to him. Maybe he’s only interested because you’re a new experience not because he actually wants you. You’re just scratching an itch to explore a new kink. And it’s okay if that’s all this is, if he can’t love you. Keep repeating the lie to yourself.

• Loose robe gaping open to reveal a tantalizing stretch of skin, he reaches to tip your chin up with a servo. “Then what is it?” Those eyes finally lift to his optics, uncertain and so achingly vulnerable. Do you have any idea how precious you are to him? How much he loves you? Venting with a smile behind his mask, he eases down to kneel at your feet, putting himself closer to your level. Reaching to cup your face in his hands and you offer him a hesitant smile. “Talk to me, little one.” Going still when you reach to touch his mask, fingers brushing the edges, but not trying to remove it. And no one unmasks him, not even the other Primes. But as your eyes dip, unable to meet his optics, he reaches up to lay his hands on the back of your much smaller ones, removing his mask for you.

• He’s handsome under the mask, his face scarred from an old injury that twists his features into a harshness that doesn’t reach those kind optics and you’re reaching before you can stop yourself. Fingers stopping just shy of touching him. And he closes the distance, laying his cheek against your palm and his big hand covering yours to keep it there. Watching you touch him and your thumb slides against his bottom lip, flirting with the edge of that scarring. “What happened?”

• Even before the injury, he never was lovely, not like Prima, he’d done his duty but wasn’t adored the way Prima was. Wasn’t loved. “Another time.” Shielded his siblings and taken the brunt of an attack to spare them, but he doesn’t want to share war stories with you, doesn’t want you to worry over him and he knows you will. Turning his head to brush his mouth against your palm to distract you, he lays his other hand on you, servos brushing your collar bone and warm skin. And he feels your breathing hitch. Eyes shying away again as you shift slightly and that soft cloth slides off your shoulders to fall to the floor. No more secrets. Takes it as permission, servos brushing over you, tracing curves and hollows. Lingering when you make soft noises. Spreading his thighs wider apart, he tugs you against his frame, lips brushing your throat, sliding to your shoulder, as every intake fills him with the scent of you. The taste of your skin on his glossa when his mouth opens against you.

• Big hands stroking over you, touching so gently like you’re made of glass. But then he could break you so easily without meaning to, something you’re painfully aware of. Hands gripping his helm when his mouth slides over you and his own hands find your hips. Lifting you into his arms and you realize he’s freed his spike at some point, feel the length of him sliding against you. Feet unable to touch the ground, your toes curl as he keeps rocking the length of his spike between your thighs, teasing you both. “Megatronus,” you whimper and he growls at the sound of his name. Mouth back on your throat, kissing and sucking the skin there, denta grazing you. And your body is heating, coiling at just the feel of him sliding against your slick core again and again, at those big hands on you, aware that you’re going to come apart before he’s even inside you. Begging for him, clinging to him as he rumbles softly against you and whispers that you’re his.

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: ̗̀➛ Grand New Life

Sentinel Prime x Reader - Transformers One

“Be careful—oh there it goes,” you say, throwing your arms up as your golden winged alien enters through the front door, shattering the glass sphere surrounding the ceiling light as he straightens up. Just shy of hitting the roof itself, though too tall for any unfortunate hanging lights. “I told you to wait outside!”

“Pardon me, but what about my previous – rather pathetic display – of begging in that infernal forest, did you not understand?” said he, far too cocky for his own good, and especially so since he had, indeed, been begging you not thirty minutes before not to leave him alone. “Besides, it is wet out there and I’d rather not have my paint ruined any more than it already has been.”

“It’s water, not acid, rain can’t harm you,” say you, but tipping your head you add: “Unless you’re prone to rust.” His shuddering confirmed your words. “Ah, well, you should still have waited. A few seconds out there wouldn’t have killed you, and I wouldn’t evaporate from being out of your sight either.”

Wings flicking, he sent you a sullen but unimpressed look. You couldn’t help but snort at the sight.

“I almost find it hard to believe you are an evil dictator from a different planet. You seem like such a sad little thing,” you say, and he bristles at your words, obviously offended by them.

“First, I am not a ‘sad little thing’. Second, I was not an evil dictator. All I wanted was to have my freedom from the Primes, and I kept the citizens of Iacon safe from the Quintessons too. I think it’s hardly seen as evil to wish for some luxuries at the end of a solar cycle,” he says, chuckling like a rich man who had no worries.

“Mhm, sounds like something an evil dictator would say, and I highly doubt you’ve told me the whole story,” you say, seeing him look at you with false hurt. “I think you cherry picked your words very carefully. Why would you be sent into space to die all alone, after all? Sounds to me you did something very, very bad.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond, only added: “Watch your head,” and went on your merry way into your home, sighing as you tried to sort through what your life had suddenly become. This whole thing was not what you needed. You hadn’t moved into the countryside to escape life’s more complicated struggles just to find yourself within the world’s biggest side quest.

“This, uh, home of yours doesn’t sound structurally sound,” said Sentinel, coming into the living room behind you, minding his helm as he ducked through the open doorway. “The floors are creaking terribly, and this material—”

“Wood.”

“… This wooden material seems far too weak.”

“It’s an old farmhouse that I bought for cheap. Trust me, it looked far worse when I just moved in. I’m not done restoring it yet, but it’s comfortable and antique,” say you, smiling a little as you glance around the room. You’ve yet to fully decorate, thrifting what you can, or being given what your fellow villages didn’t want anymore, but it’s become a lovely home in your eyes, and that was the most important thing of all. “It’s full of history, if you will. I like it.”

Sentinel gave you an odd look. You rolled your eyes and waved a hand at him.

“Anyway, I hadn’t planned on you staying in here. The old stable will be restored soon, so you can’t stay there, but the barn should be comfortable enough for you. At least the roof will be tall, and the straw will keep you warm once the weather turns colder.” Again, Sentinel gave you a look. “The barn is the wooden building you saw outside, the grey one with the turf roof and curved access ramp.”

“That one?!” Sentinel looked appalled at the thought of staying at such a place, and for a brief second that panic crossed his face plate. You took a subtle step back, not wishing to be tackled again. “Absolutely not! That place looked ready to collapse at the slightest gust of wind. I deserve—”

“You are in my home,” you say, voice firm and not accepting any excuses from him, “You begged me not to leave you alone, and though I admit I do feel sorry for your predicament, I will not tolerate any demands from you.” Walking closer to him, you set your hands upon your hips, a motion that has him briefly looking you up and down. You ignore it. “If you do not wish for me to leave you out in that forest with that pod you crawled out from, I suggest you do as I say and accept the hospitality I am willing to offer you. I promise I will do what I can to fix up the barn for you so you’re at least not miserable in there, but for now it will make do as it is. Got it?”

Sentinel suppresses a shudder as he looks at you, keeping eye contact with you even as his broken pride wishes to surge forward and make proper demands. But his gratitude of being taken with you, of being offered to stay by your side so crippling loneliness wouldn’t ensnare him again, is too loud within his processor. And so, as he glances over the bruise that discoloured parts of your face, he lowers his wings in submission.

“Understood,” he says, and you nod, walking past him, ignoring him as he reaches out a few digits to brush against you, feeling that softness again for the briefest moment. It was so strange but so wonderful all at the same time. Different from him, but lovely. He wondered whether you’d allow him to touch you properly again. He’d held you against your will within the forest, and if he wished to stay on your good graces, he had to behave.

One thing was for certain, though. He could never tell the full truth of what he’d done. He didn’t regret it, not at all, but he knew you wouldn’t approve, and you’d most likely toss him aside like rusted scrap if you came to learn of it. He could never let that happen.

This picture of a Norwegian barn was the inspiration for the one I mentioned in the story, though I added a turf roof to mine because I like it quite a lot. Sentinel’s new cosy home! <3

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Kinktober Day 28 - Uniform

Brother Imperator x Reader

Copia got his promotion to head of the clergy, and with it a new uniform. And you couldn’t keep your hands off him.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 5.1k.

Reading Time: 21 min.

Warnings: creampie, PIV sex, public sex, thigh riding, vaginal sex, uniform kink, unprotected sex

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The moment your eyes met his, you knew you were in trouble. For the first time in ages, he’d stripped back the elaborate paints, leaving only the faintest hint of kohl around his eyes, allowing every distinguished line and angle of his face to shine through. His new look was a vision—his smart uniform a departure from the traditional Papal robes, but no less commanding. The suit was a sleek, modern twist on his usual regalia: rich black fabric that hugged his form perfectly, every seam tailored to emphasize his broad shoulders and lean frame. A single, dark blazer sat unbuttoned and fell neatly at the waist, held together by two ruby pins that caught the light like blood-red flames. From them both, a diamond-studded grucifix dangled just over his upper abdomen, the glittering charm drawing your gaze with a dangerous allure. His look was seductive yet regal, an intimidating blend of elegance and dark charm. You could hardly breathe as he approached, each step deliberate, with a knowing glint in his eye that told you he was fully aware of the effect he had on you.

He stepped forward, arms slowly outstretched, his hands still gloved in that familiar, supple leather. The movement itself was an invitation—a silent command to take him in, to fully appreciate the figure standing before you. He said nothing, but the slight tilt of his head and a quiet, almost shy hum conveyed, “This is the new me.” And the transformation was powerful. Gone was the ornate guise of Papa; here stood Frater Copia Imperator, every inch of him exuding authority and confidence, as if the Ministry itself had reshaped to match his presence. The old robes had held him back, binding him to tradition, but this—this new look—carried the weight of true dominion. His domain, his rules, and he seemed to bask in it, his gaze dark and intent, as though savoring the scope of his control.

This wasn’t just Copia; it was Copia unleashed, finally embracing his true place. Like Lucifer reigning over Hell, he was perfectly in his element, ready to rule with an intensity that sent a thrill through your core.

You, however, were too thrilled about his new uniform to even consider the consequences of this promotion. You just wanted that chain dangling in your face as he -

“I don’t know who the new Papa is yet,” Copia told you, pulling you out of your horny musings. “Apparently he will be arriving soon, but I don’t know.”

Copia’s words pulled you out of your daze, but only for a moment. That glint in his eye, the way his fingers traced the edge of the ruby pin on his blazer—it stirred something deeper. You tried to refocus, to keep your thoughts on his words instead of the sinful path your mind had wandered down. But when he shifted, the delicate grucifix on its diamond-studded chain swayed, catching the light and drawing your gaze right back to it, and him.

“Hmm,” he murmured, watching you closely, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. “Seems like I’ve already lost you.” He stepped in closer, his gloved hand reaching out to cup your chin, bringing your gaze up to meet his. His thumb traced a slow circle along your jaw, the leather sending a shiver through you. “Were you even listening to me, tesoro?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words tangled as he leaned in, the chain now dangling just above your lips. He lowered himself even closer, enough that his breath warmed your skin. “Distracted, hm?” he whispered, voice as smooth and dark as velvet. “Or is it something else you’re interested in?”

With an amused tilt of his head, he straightened just slightly, but his grip on your chin remained firm. The chain hovered enticingly between you both, and the glint of the rubies seemed to cast a soft, scarlet hue over his eyes. “What were you thinking about just now?” he teased, his voice low, drawing out the words with a lazy, knowing tone.

Your heart raced as you felt yourself flush under his gaze. He let his gloved thumb slip down, tracing your lower lip, his smile deepening as you trembled under his touch.

The restraint you’d been trying so hard to keep shattered in an instant. Words wouldn’t cut it now; only action would. Before he could utter another teasing word, you launched yourself at him, fingers curling into the collar of his blazer as you pressed your body flush against his. He barely had time to gasp, his eyes widening before they darkened with a raw hunger of his own.

The chain swung between you, grazing against your chest as you pressed him against the wall, your lips crashing into his with all the ferocity of pent-up desire. He gave a low, muffled moan, hands moving to grip your waist, steadying himself as you pinned him there. You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your gaze fierce and unwavering.

“Oh,” he breathed, voice rough and laced with amusement. “Not even going to tell me what you want first? Just taking it, eh?” His smirk was devilish, eyes hooded as he leaned forward, lips brushing your jawline. “As bold as ever, tesoro.”

Your fingers slid down, finding the clasp of his belt, your intentions laid bare in the determined way you worked it open. He sucked in a sharp breath, his gloved hands sliding up your sides, encouraging you, grounding himself in the pressure of your touch.

“Here?” he murmured, glancing around the empty corridor but not looking the least bit reluctant. “Right here in the open, where anyone could see?” His voice dripped with exhilaration at the idea. The thrill in his eyes was unmistakable as he tugged you even closer, his hands roving possessively over your body.

“Oh, let them,” you whispered, pressing a fierce kiss to his throat as his head fell back. “I refuse to wait any longer.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest at your words, and any remaining control he had snapped. With a rough pull, he reversed your positions, pinning you back against the wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. His gaze bore into you, pupils blown wide with desire, the gleam of his chain catching the dim light as it swung between you both. He brought a gloved hand up, tracing it down the side of your face, down your throat, finally stopping to rest on your collarbone, his fingers curling just enough to feel your pulse racing under his touch.

“You have no idea what you’ve started,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The heat of him, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint leather from his gloves, was intoxicating, overwhelming your senses as he kissed his way down your neck, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver.

With one swift movement, he slipped a leg between yours, pressing his thigh against you as his hands found your waist, holding you firmly against him. The friction, even through your clothing, was electric, sending shockwaves through you. He smirked against your neck, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “Look at you,” he whispered, his tone darkly amused as he ground his thigh ever so slightly, “already unraveling for me, and I’ve barely even started.”

You tightened your grip on his blazer, feeling your resolve slipping away completely. “Then don’t stop,” you whispered, daring him, your voice rough with need.

He chuckled, his lips curving against your skin. “Oh, I won’t.” His voice dropped lower, every word a promise. “But I’m going to take my time with you, right here. Let every inch of this place echo with the sounds of us.” His fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to brush against your bare skin, igniting every nerve with his touch.

As his mouth claimed yours once more, his kiss was slower, more intense, his movements deliberate as if he wanted to make you feel every second of it. His gloved hand moved to your chest, thumb brushing over your skin, drawing a gasp from your lips that he swallowed eagerly. The thrill of the forbidden, the possibility of being caught, only seemed to drive him further, his kiss growing deeper, more insistent, as his hands roamed possessively over you, leaving no inch of you untouched.

And as he pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you, a wicked gleam in his gaze, he leaned in close and whispered, “By the time I’m done, tesoro, everyone here will know exactly who you belong to.”

Your movements grew more desperate, grinding against his thigh as his hands roamed your body, each touch and squeeze lighting you up in ways you hadn’t felt in so long. He held you firmly, almost possessively, his fingers digging into your hips to guide your movements, pressing you harder against him with each roll of your body. His breathing grew heavier, his lips never far from your skin, leaving trails of hot, lingering kisses down your neck.

His gloved hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your clothes, his fingers brushing over your skin with a tantalizing slowness that made you shudder. He paused there, his mouth close to your ear as he murmured, “Look at you, so eager for me.” His voice was low, laced with a dark amusement that sent a thrill through you, making you push against him harder, needing the friction, needing him.

Copia chuckled, dark and deep, his thigh pressing up with just the right pressure, making you gasp. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” His hand traced back up, gliding over your chest, fingers grazing the sensitive spots he knew so well, making your head spin. “You want more?” he asked, though he already knew the answer, his eyes gleaming with a devilish satisfaction as he watched your reaction.

“Please…” you breathed, barely able to form words under his touch.

He smirked, his thumb brushing across your cheek in a mockingly tender gesture. “That’s it,” he purred. “I want to hear you beg for it, right here. Let everyone know what you need from me.”

The sheer thrill of his demand had you trembling against him, and as his thigh pressed harder, his fingers digging into your skin, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You moaned softly, moving against him with wild abandon, feeling him take in every sound, every shiver as his mouth claimed yours again, consuming you in a searing, possessive kiss that left you aching for more.

The pressure built until it was overwhelming, each roll of your hips pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His thigh pressed firmly against you, his hand gripping your waist with just enough force to ground you yet keep you spiraling. His mouth was at your neck, lips moving hot and slow, and you felt yourself unraveling, unable to hold back any longer.

And then it happened—a rush of pleasure crashing over you, your body trembling as you came right there, held in place by his hands and the unrelenting press of his thigh. The intensity left you breathless, your fingers clutching his blazer, as though clinging to him was the only thing keeping you steady.

He groaned softly as he felt you shudder against him, his gaze darkening with satisfaction. “There we go,” he murmured, his tone rich with pride and something even deeper, a possessive glint in his eye. “Just like that, tesoro.”

His hand stroked your back in lazy, soothing circles as you caught your breath, barely able to comprehend what you’d just done, right there in the middle of the corridor. But he didn’t look the least bit surprised—in fact, he seemed thrilled, his gaze roving over you with a smug sense of accomplishment.

Before you could say a word, he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Now, shall we continue somewhere more… private? I’m far from finished with you.”

“I refuse to wait any longer,” you panted. “Please just fuck me, Copia.”

A flash of something dark and eager crossed his face, and before you could even draw another breath, he spun you around, pressing your back against the wall with a controlled urgency that made your pulse quicken. His fingers hooked into the gusset of your panties, pulling them aside with a rough, unhesitating motion, his other hand already freeing himself from his trousers.

The moment was electric, charged with a tension that had been building too long. He didn’t waste another second, aligning himself and pressing into you in one smooth, deep thrust that stole the breath from your lungs. The sensation was overwhelming, his heat and weight pressing you firmly into the wall, grounding you while simultaneously making you feel as if you might float away. His grip on your hips was strong, possessive, his fingers digging in just enough to leave you tingling.

He held himself there for a heartbeat, his forehead pressing to your shoulder, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he felt you wrapped around him. Then, his grip tightened, and he began to move, his thrusts slow at first, deliberate, each one sinking in deeply, pulling another soft, breathy moan from you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, words punctuated by the rhythm of his thrusts. “So needy, couldn’t wait another second… I love it when you’re this desperate for me.”

His pace quickened, his hands sliding up your waist, holding you in place as he took what you’d so eagerly asked for, his hips snapping forward with a building intensity. Each thrust seemed to drive him deeper, his control slipping as he gave in to the pleasure, his breaths ragged in your ear as he pushed you toward that blissful edge once more.

His movements became more urgent, each thrust driving you harder against the wall, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing through the corridor. You could feel every inch of him inside you, stretching and filling you, and it only heightened your desire, pushing you closer to the brink without letting you fall over.

“Copia…” you gasped, the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. You were lost in a haze of sensation, your body responding eagerly to every thrust, every shudder that ran through you as he rocked into you. He felt impossibly good, and the way he held you—his grip possessive yet tender—made you ache for more.

His lips found their way to your neck, hot against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited every nerve ending. “That’s right, tesoro,” he murmured, his breath warm against you, sending shivers down your spine. “Let me hear you. Let me know how much you want this.”

You moaned softly, pushing back against him instinctively, seeking more friction, more of that delicious pressure building within you. He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying your eagerness, and he quickened his pace just slightly, teasing you with the promise of more without granting you release.

“You want it harder?” he taunted, his voice low and dripping with lust. “You’ll have to earn it. Show me how badly you need it.”

With that, he changed his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you that made your head spin. The sensation was electric, and you gasped, feeling the heat pool low in your belly, but he was relentless, holding you right there on the precipice, teasing you with his control. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, building tension but denying you the sweet release you craved.

“Sathanas, you’re beautiful like this,” he breathed, his eyes dark with desire, locking onto yours as he continued to push you further into bliss. “So responsive… so fucking perfect.”

You writhed against him, desperate and aching, needing more, but he held you firmly in place, a wicked grin on his lips as he relished in your frustration, taking his time to savour every moment.

With a swift, commanding motion, he pulled out, leaving you breathless and wanting. The abruptness of it sent a shiver through you, a mix of anticipation and urgency swelling in your chest. “Get down,” he ordered, his voice low and firm, eyes darkened with desire.

You didn’t hesitate, the need to obey overriding any hesitation. You sank down onto the cool corridor floor, the surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body. As you lay back, your heart raced, both from the thrill of his command and the way his gaze devoured you, hungry and insatiable.

Copia moved over you, his body looming above like a dark, predatory silhouette. He positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread you open for him, the intensity of his stare sending jolts of excitement through you. “I want to see you,” he growled, his voice dripping with lust as he lined himself up once more.

With a sharp thrust, he entered you again, deeper this time, and you gasped as he filled you completely. The weight of him pressed you into the floor, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the chain hanging from his neck swing and sway tantalizingly in front of your face, glimmering in the dim light.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and you did, locking eyes with him as he drove into you, his expression a mix of pleasure and authority. The force of his movements sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you, his body perfectly in sync with yours, creating a heady rhythm that left you gasping and wanting more.

“You’re mine,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust, the intensity in his voice matched only by the way he filled you. The chain danced tantalizingly close, swaying with every forceful movement, a physical manifestation of his power and control. You could hardly think, lost in the delicious friction and the way he possessed you, your body responding to every demanding push, every glorious pull.

Each powerful thrust brought the chain closer, its cool metal brushing against your cheek and lips, a reminder of the power he wielded over you. The sensation was maddening, and you could hardly focus on anything else—the rhythm of his hips, the way he moved inside you, the intoxicating sight of him looming over you, chain swinging with every thrust, an emblem of his dominance.

As he continued to thrust into you, the chain swinging tantalizingly closer, you felt an overwhelming urge to taste him, to take in every part of him that you could. Your gaze fixed on the diamond grucifix dangling from his neck, the cool metal glimmering in the low light, and a wicked idea sparked in your mind.

With a quick movement, you reached up, grabbing the chain and pulling it closer to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the grucifix, sucking on it as if it were his cock, the sharp, metallic taste mingling with the heat radiating off your body. It felt deliciously forbidden, a bold display of your need for him, and you could see the surprise flicker in his eyes, quickly replaced by something darker—hunger.

Copia’s thrusts stuttered for a moment, the sight of you eagerly sucking on the chain driving him wild. “Is that what you want, tesoro?” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, as he regained his rhythm. “You want to worship me like this?”

You nodded, still sucking on the grucifix, letting your tongue glide over the smooth surface, teasing it as you would with his cock. The action sent a thrill through him, and he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more forceful, each movement pushing the grucifix deeper into your mouth, forcing you to take in more of the chain, feeling it cold against your lips.

The sensation was intoxicating, and the combination of his deep thrusts and the way you worshipped the grucifix left you breathless. You could feel the tension coiling within you, the line between pleasure and desperation blurring as you surrendered completely to the moment.

Copia’s breath grew ragged, each thrust driving him closer to his own climax. “That’s it, just like that,” he urged, his voice a mix of praise and urgency, each word sending heat coursing through you. “You’re perfect for this—such a good little pet.”

As he thrust deeper, you felt an insatiable urge rising within you, an overwhelming desire to amplify the pleasure coursing through your body. With your lips still wrapped around the grucifix, you let out a low, muffled moan that reverberated against the cool metal. The sound sent shivers of pleasure racing through you, echoing in the dimly lit corridor, as you began to touch yourself.

Your fingers moved eagerly between your legs, seeking out that sweet spot that had been yearning for attention. The sensation of your own fingers dancing over your sensitive skin, combined with the rhythmic pounding of his hips, sent shockwaves of ecstasy through you. You could feel every pulse of his thrusts inside you, each one making your fingers tingle with excitement as you rubbed your clit with a fervor that matched the intensity of the moment.

Copia’s gaze was fixated on you, his dark eyes blazing with hunger as he watched you pleasure yourself while he drove into you. “Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking desperate for it. Don’t stop, tesoro. Let me hear you.”

You obeyed, your moans spilling out around the grucifix as you continued to suck on it, the metal a reminder of his dominance. Each thrust met your fingers moving with urgency, and you could feel the pressure building, both inside and outside, intertwining in a way that threatened to consume you whole.

“Good girl,” he praised, his pace becoming even more erratic, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the corridor. “You’re going to make me lose control, you know that? I want you to come for me while I’m buried deep inside you.”

The heat pooling low in your belly swelled, and you felt your body responding to his words, an electric thrill coursing through your veins. You moaned louder around the grucifix, the combination of your own touch, his powerful thrusts, and the deliciously forbidden act of sucking on the chain pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

With every movement, you lost yourself further in the blissful haze of pleasure, the world narrowing down to just the two of you—his thrusts, your moans, the grucifix swinging gently in the air, and the desperate need to feel him fill you completely as you chased that sweet release.

The pressure inside you reached a crescendo, building to an almost unbearable peak as you continued to work your fingers frantically, the urgency of your movements intensifying. You could feel every thrust from Copia, each one driving you closer to that edge, and the sweet sound of your moans around the grucifix only heightened your need.

Then, as if a dam had broken, the pleasure erupted within you like a tidal wave. The orgasm washed over you, more powerful than anything you had ever experienced before, leaving you breathless and utterly consumed. Your body trembled as the waves of ecstasy surged through you, making your toes curl and your back arch off the floor. You cried out around the grucifix, the sound mingling with the raw desire in the air, echoing through the corridor as you surrendered completely to the bliss.

Copia’s grip tightened on your thighs, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he felt your body clench around him, your orgasm pulling him closer to the edge. The sensation of you coming around him was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but thrust deeper, seeking his own release even as he reveled in the way your body reacted to him.

“Fuck, yes!” he gasped, his voice a mix of awe and lust, completely enthralled by the sight of you lost in pleasure beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

As you rode the waves of your orgasm, you could feel your body pulsing around him, milking him with each spasm. The sensation heightened your pleasure even further, and the heat radiating from him added to the intoxicating mix. You let out one final, guttural moan, the sound echoing off the walls, as your body trembled in the aftermath of your release.

With each thrust, Copia felt the tension coiling tightly within him, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he watched you ride the waves of your orgasm, completely lost in ecstasy. The sight of you—your body trembling beneath him, fingers still working furiously at your clit—drove him wild, urging him closer to his own release. He could feel the tightness of your walls clenching around him, coaxing him into that sweet abyss, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body.

“Sathanas,” he groaned, his voice thick with need, the intensity of the moment washing over him. “I can’t hold on any longer.” He thrust harder, the urgency in his movements increasing, desperation fueling his every action. Each powerful push drove him deeper, bringing him closer to the edge, and he couldn’t help but lose himself in the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

As the world around him faded away, all he could focus on was you—your beauty, your moans, the way your body responded to him. “I’m coming,” he breathed, just before his release crashed over him like a tidal wave.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, the heat of his body merging with yours as he let go completely. He came hard, filling you with a warmth that spread through your core, the sensation of him spilling inside you pushing you back toward the edge once more. You gasped in shock and delight at the feeling, a mixture of his release and your own, amplifying the bliss that coursed through you both.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathed, his voice thick with satisfaction, as he rode out the waves of his climax, his body trembling as he remained anchored deep within you. The weight of him pressing down, combined with the warmth of his release, wrapped around you like a cocoon, leaving you both breathless and euphoric.

For a moment, time stood still as you lay there together, lost in the aftermath of your pleasure, the connection between you both tangible and electric. The corridor felt like your own private sanctuary, filled with the remnants of your shared ecstasy, and as you looked up into his dark, smoldering eyes, you knew this was just the beginning of what he could give you.

As Copia pulled out of you, the warmth of his body lingered in the cool corridor, leaving you both breathless and delightfully spent. He turned to lay beside you, a satisfied grin plastered across his face, the glow of post-coital bliss still evident in his eyes. The corridor felt like a world of its own, the thrill of what had just happened hanging in the air like a sultry fog.

Just as he was about to tuck himself away, a Brother of Sin strolled by, nonchalantly whistling a tune under his breath. You both froze, eyes wide, as he paused, glancing down at Copia. With an exaggerated eyebrow raise, he took in the scene before him: the disheveled state of both of you, the lingering signs of passion, and, of course, Copia’s still-exposed cock, glistening slightly in the dim light.

“Frater… Sorella,” the Brother acknowledged with a casual nod of his head, a smirk creeping across his lips. His eyes danced with amusement as he continued, “Looks like you’ve had a productive meeting, eh?”

Copia, ever the dramatic one, flushed a deep crimson, sputtering for words as he scrambled to cover himself. “I—I was just—uh, discussing… duties! Yes, very important duties!” he stammered, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

The Brother chuckled, shaking his head as he continued walking, “Don’t let me interrupt your… practical training. Just remember, we have a reputation to uphold!” His voice trailed off, the mischievous tone lingering in the air.

Copia groaned, throwing a hand over his eyes in embarrassment, while you burst into laughter, unable to contain the joy of the moment. “Oh, this is just perfect!” you said, still giggling at the absurdity of it all. “Only us, right?”

Copia rolled onto his side, still flustered but unable to hide his own laughter. “At least I know my meetings are memorable,” he replied, a grin creeping back onto his face. “Next time, I’ll try to keep my—” he gestured vaguely at himself, “—professionalism intact.”

“Or maybe just find a more private location?” you teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

He chuckled, the embarrassment fading as the moment turned into yet another inside joke between you, the warmth of shared pleasure and laughter mingling together in the most delightful way.

Copia raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, is that so?” he replied, leaning on one elbow to look at you, his expression a mix of feigned outrage and amusement. “I would like to remind you that this location was your idea!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a bright sound that echoed off the corridor walls. “Well, I didn’t think we’d have an audience today!” you shot back, unable to suppress the grin on your face. “It’s not my fault that you have a penchant for the dramatic, Frater.”

“Dramatic?” he feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart. “I prefer to call it enthusiastic! Just look at how well it turned out!” He gestured around the corridor, as if the very walls would applaud his romantic choices.

With a dramatic flourish, he added, “It’s not every day you get to mix duty with a little… extracurricular activity.” He winked, his confidence returning, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics.

“Extracurricular, huh? Is that what they’re calling it these days?” you quipped, nudging him playfully.

“Absolutely!” he replied, puffing out his chest in mock seriousness. “And let it be known: I am fully committed to the role of dedicated educator in our… field studies.”

“Right. I’m sure the Ministry will be thrilled to hear about your ‘educational’ methods,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Just try to keep it down next time, or we might end up with more than just curious Brothers wandering by.”

“Deal! But no promises if the curriculum gets a little… intense,” he winked, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper, and you both burst into laughter once again.

Prev./Next

[bibiwrld]

up and coming— actor!drew starkey x actress! black fem oc!

Synopsis: Drew Starkey and new actress Percie Terrance, are being interviewed for their new erotic- romance film, ‘Puppet’. Oc is 23.

Character Mood board/ themes: Puppet

Finally at the interview to wrap up their press tour for Luca Guadagnino’s ‘Puppet’, they were in the beautiful city of Rome, Italy.

Sitting down side by side on an expensive leather couch, they had a few more minutes before the interviewer was ready.

Drew glanced at Percie, her exterior was very poised and collected, but he knew she was nervous. She always got nervous before an interview. He remembered when they were in Japan and he did breathing exercises with her moments before their interview.

“Hey.”

That caught her attention. Her brown doe eyes found his ocean blue ones.

Giving a cheeky smile, she replied. “Hey.”

He patted her hands that were clasped in her lap. “You’re going to be fine, you’re made for this shit.”

A small laugh escaped her. “Thanks Drew.”

His lips curved upwards and eyes slightly creased at the sound of her laughter. “You’re welcome.”

The interviewer finally took a seat across from them. “You guys ready?”

Tearing their eyes away from each other. “Yes!”

Fixing their postures, they sat comfortably with a distance between them.

“3..2..1!”

“Hello everyone, we’re here with—”

“Percie Terrance.” Her smile was bright.

“And Drew Starkey.” He gave a small awkward wave.

“Not to give all the attention to Percie—” The interviewer started. “But I would love to know more about her.”

Drew crossed his legs with a smile. “No, no, go ahead, she’s really the star here.” His eyes were now on his co star.

She smiled uncontrollably at his words, giving him quick glances.

The interviewer chuckled at the pair. “So Percie, you’ve said in previous interviews, that this was your first role…ever?”

Nodding with a small voice, she answered. “It is. I’m so grateful for this opportunity, to work with THEE Luca Guadagnino and the talented Drew Starkey.” Her eyes now fell on the man beside her, who was already looking at her.

“What was your first reaction to getting the role?”

She let out a dry laugh, with a slanted smile. “I thought it was a joke, honestly. I didn’t have any experience on camera —just high school theatre experience and some acting classes. I auditioned just for the fun of it, I didn’t really..think that I’d get it.”

Somehow, Drew was a little closer to her than before, leaning over to her. “You have raw talent.” He whispered in her ear, his breath fanning against her skin.

She giggled at the feeling, touching her ear.

Drew looked down and smirked.

“Drew, what was your reaction to meeting Percie?”

Looking at her from his peripheral vision, he watched as she flipped her freshly silk pressed hair. “ I was stunned. At our first meeting, which was at the table read through, she called me by my first name, being all respectful and professional— but still very shy and nervous about the whole thing, so cute.” He laughed to himself.

Percie playfully pushed him by his shoulder. “ Don’t tell them that, Dreeeewwww!”

He didn’t budge at her weak attempt, only chuckling. “But I was so happy to teach her everything I knew, she’s a fast learner.”

The interview smirked at the bubbling chemistry between the two.

“Were there any challenges during filming?”

Drew turned his head to Percie, gesturing for her to answer.

“Thank you.” She muttered to him softly. “ I would say fully transforming into my character, Angelica. She’s a very independent, intelligent, sexy—”

“You’re literally describing yourself.” Drew cheesed.

Her eyes widened at his flirtatious comment, her cheeks feeling hot. “Drew.” She couldn’t help but smile. “As I was saying, Angelica is also this badass dominatrix. She’s so detailed oriented, confident, never lets shit get to her, there were times where it was hard to be her because of some of my insecurities.”

Drew’s lips slightly frowned at her last couple of words. “ I didn’t have much of a challenge during filming, anyone would be a submissive, pathetic mess for a woman like her.”

Was he trying to kill her on camera from all these flirty stares and comments?

Percie couldn’t believe her costar, shyly hiding her face.

“Oh wow.” The interviewer was caught off guard. “Well, the on screen chemistry sure is very much alive off screen. All of social media is dying to know, are you guys dating?”

Drew smiled with all his teeth, not giving an answer, only looking to Percie.

She fixed her hair. “Why’re you looking at me?”

He sighed, looking at the interviewer. “ Sad news for the fans, no, we are not dating.”

“We’re both really good friends.” Percie chimed in, eyeing the camera.

Drew scratched his head, trying not to show any signs of being hurt by those words. “Yeah.” He gave a small nod along with a tight lipped smile.

“Um, Percie, I heard that you know Italian. Could you say a little something to close off for us?”

“Of course!” She perked up. “Umm.. grazie per averci invitato. Tutti, per favore, andate a vedere Puppet in un cinema vicino a voi.” She put some hair behind her ear shyly, looking at the camera with a warm smile.

“Isn’t she just perfect at this stuff?” Drew cupped his cheeks, leaning towards her, his eyes staring admiringly at her.

🎀

Translation: Thank you for having us. Everyone please go watch Puppet at a cinema near you.

[jawsoffate]

Diabolically Yours | part VI (vessel!demon x reader)

Summary: Emma just wanted a simple magical boost to win a writing contest, not a snarky and handsome demon bound to her soul. But after summoning the wrong hellspawn, she ends up stuck with Vessel: a sarcastic, shirtless chaos entity who won’t stop flirting or stealing her snacks. Now they’re magically tethered, emotionally entangled, and dangerously close to something much scarier than a pact gone wrong... feelings.

TW: Contains supernatural shenanigans, mutual pining, steamy tension, and one annoyingly hot demon. Read with care (and maybe holy water on the finals part).

💖 masterlist

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

Part VI: Caffeine and Date Invitations

The cold morning light filtered through the windows of room 304, where Emma was struggling to keep her eyes open while the professor talked about “narrative arcs and the construction of multidimensional characters.” Her firm, monotonous voice felt like the perfect soundtrack for an academic horror film—except no one actually died, just the will to pay attention.

“Remember,” the professor emphasized firmly, “complex characters experience internal conflicts that transform them. Without that, there’s no real story.”

Emma scribbled a quick note: “internal conflict = engine of the plot.” She tried to focus, but Vessel was already whispering quietly, just for her.

“Transformation... And here I am, still stuck in this ridiculous accidental summoning.”

She rolled her eyes subtly, keeping her gaze fixed on the professor.

When class ended, Isla stretched her arms and yawned.

“Finally!” she said.

Harper, already standing, looked at Emma.

“Coffee?” she asked. “My life depends on it.”

“You’re not alone,” Isla agreed, already grabbing Emma’s hand.

Emma sighed, following her friends down the hallway crowded with hurried students. Vessel floated just behind, visible only to her, as always.

“Another day, another meeting to discuss human emotions,” he muttered. “How inspiring.”

“Stop being such a grump,” Emma whispered, smiling.

When it was her turn at the counter, the curly-haired barista with a bright smile greeted her.

“Hey, Emma! The usual? Hibiscus tea with lemon, no sugar?”

She smiled shyly and said, “Not today. I’ll have a regular coffee and a little pastry.”

“Got it,” said the barista, looking at her face a bit longer than necessary. “By the way, you look especially beautiful today.”

Her friends paused for a moment, exchanging curious glances.

Emma swallowed hard, her face flushing slightly. She tried a discreet smile but couldn’t quite hide the blush.

Vessel, who had sat in the empty chair beside her, crossed his arms and let out an exaggerated sigh, whispering just loud enough for Emma to hear:

“‘Especially beautiful’? Ugh. The creativity of a bargain shoe store salesman.”

She laughed quietly, rolling her eyes at the barista, who was already walking away, smiling faintly, maybe shy after saying too much.

Isla smiled and said, “Looks like you’ve got a fan, Emma.”

As they sat down at a table, Emma tried to focus on the conversation. Harper was talking excitedly about a documentary she’d watched, and Isla was commenting on a new series.

Suddenly, the barista appeared at the table, carrying their orders.

“Here you go,” he said, carefully handing out the drinks and muffin.

When he got to Emma, he hesitated for a second, as if gathering courage.

“Emma...” he began, looking into her eyes with adorable shyness. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime. Maybe dinner, or a walk in the park. Whatever you’d prefer.”

Emma’s face grew warm, and she looked at her friends, who exchanged surprised glances.

Before she could answer, Vessel whispered:

“Don’t you dare.”

Emma bit her lip, trying to ignore him. Vessel continued:

“Don’t put me through this torture, Emma.”

Emma finally found her voice.

“I... I’d love to,” she replied, still with a shy smile. “But I need to organize a few things first. Can we plan something later?”

The barista smiled, relieved.

“Of course! Whenever you’re ready.”

Harper looked at Emma with a mischievous grin.

“So, we’re definitely helping you pick what to wear, right? No going out in just anything.”

Isla laughed, nodding.

“Exactly. If he asked you out, we’ve got to make sure you’re dressed for the occasion.”

“We could do a little outfit try-on day. Like, experiment with different combos and see what works best,” Harper added.

Emma smiled, still a bit shy, but warming to the idea.

“I’d love that,” she joked.

Vessel tilted his head back and muttered:

“This is a bloody nightmare.”

[soriseerakyra]

Stage Lights and X-Ray Eyes

A/N: This has been in my head for a year...Enjoy!

*Plop*

“SUPERSTAR STUNS WITH CRIME-FREE SHOW IN GOTHAM!”

Clark Kent should be surprised when the newspaper is slapped down in his face, but he’s used to it by now.

Lois stares at him with a chipper smile, cheeks pulling up painfully at the sides. Eye twitching, eyebrows unnaturally raised.

“Have I got a story for you, Smallville.”

‘Another lead to pass off, more like.’

He knew by now how Lois looked when Perry pushed a story onto her that she absolutely wanted nothing to do with. That’s where he came in. Not that he really had any way to deny her. He was still the rookie in the bullpen after all. He glances down at the paper in front of him, and a black-and-white image of the titular starlet singing to a crowd of thousands dominates the majority of the front page of the Gotham Times.

“Music not your thing?” He asks smartly.

Lois blinks softly, her face relaxing from its tight, forced state. His quip having put her at ease, she gives him an easy smirk.

“Let’s just say I’m not looking to cut my teeth on how pretty a singer looks in her new designer dress.”

“I guess that’s why you came to me,” he starts. “I am the fashion expert around here.”

The chuckle that Lois lets out is warm. Clark can feel his heart skip a little and his cheeks color at the sight of her genuine smile.

“Glad we are on the same page. Let me know how it goes, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

It’s all he can get out in response as she happily saunters away from his desk. The tension left her body, allowing her to glide effortlessly. He doesn’t know which one of them is more excited. Lois, because she got the weekend off, or him, because she finally talked to him like one of her colleagues.

***

Tight.

Being sewn into your costume was always a ritual, one equal parts glamour and quiet suffocation. The garment, crafted to perfection, hugged every curve like it had been molded to your body. Zippers, laces, and hooks drew it snug, each fastening a promise of elegance and control.

A perfect second skin.

Well… third in your case.

You’ve never protested. You asked them to make you a star, and their hands did all of the work. You let them stitch and tug, pin and adjust, the prick of needles. Being made over like a doll. This was nothing; the easy part. And nothing compared to when you finally touched the stage.

Fame is the thing you wanted—what you had wished for. And these pre-show moments were the necessary steps to make it happen.

In these rare moments, you were allowed to be passive, transformed into a porcelain doll for them to dress and perfect. Because the moment you stepped out that door, the illusion would shatter. You would have to become her again.

They all relied on your performance. Your success was their security. Your spotlight ensured their paychecks. So you let them move around you like worker bees, tending to their queen with quiet reverence and the buzzing urgency of purpose.

“Hair next,” someone said. “The curls are starting to fall. We’ll need to reset them.”

“Is she sweating?”

A face appeared in your periphery, scanning you with quick precision. “No. Makeup’s holding.”

“Good. Those lashes were hell to get on.”

A honey-blonde girl knelt at your feet, her skin the shade of butter pecan. She fiddled with the straps of your heels, stealing shy glances up at you as she worked. Her voice trembled just enough to betray her nerves.

“Ready for tonight?” she asked, trying for casual but failing.

You saw it in her eyes—that flicker of awe, the breathless anticipation. Her hands fumbled more than once with the buckles.

Starstruck.

She was still new. The others had long since learned that your radiance wasn’t magic. It was work. Smoke and silk and sacrifice. But she would learn. For now, you gave her a soft smile to ease her jitters.

“As I can be, thanks to you guys,” you reply with a smile.

Her cheeks darken, and she shyly glances away. And for a moment, you find yourself having to suppress a chuckle. Until her grip on your leg tightens.

“H-hey!” She stutters, surprised, and then anger fills her. “You can’t be in here!”

A startled shiver runs down your spine as the chaotic room is suddenly still. The sudden silence is terrifying. Hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and fear bubbles to the surface of your skin.

You turn carefully, mindful not to undo the hard work of the artists who hadn’t finished their tasks yet.

At the door stands a man, shoulders sheepishly hunched, with wide blue eyes that seem just as alarmed as everyone in the room. The wine and white plaid shirt, partially hidden beneath an almost too tight light brown leather jacket, is enough to clue you into the fact that he is not one of your fans who’s snuck backstage for a sneak peek.

His unexpected entrance has caused a bubble of tension to fill the room, and he’s the first one to break it.

“Sorry,” he stutters out quickly, a few fingers coming up to push up the square frame of his glasses.

He has uttered an apology, but he hasn’t made a move to leave.

“Oh, you’re going to be sorry!”

You aren’t sure who screamed it, but the intruding man is soon swarmed with angry bodies pushing and prodding him out of the door. One of your dedicated stylists is in the back of the mob, threateningly waving his still-hot curling iron, promising to burn the man if he doesn’t move.

Strange that, with all the mass pressed against the intruder, none of your defenders can seem to get the man to move an inch or two.

Desperate blue eyes meet yours, and you can’t help the chuckle that slips from your lips.

It’s not the first time you’ve dealt with someone who's snuck backstage, and it won’t be the last. For some reason, people always think it’ll be easy to get to you. Maybe early on in your career, but not now. Not when so many people depend on you.

“I’ll call security,” the girl at your feet mutters, finally releasing her protective hold on your leg to go and find someone’s phone.

Oh yes, how did he manage to get past your security?

“Please, I didn’t mean any harm.” It’s a desperate thing that falls from his lips. A soft voice with the barest hint of a midwestern drawl is pleading with you for mercy.

Curious, your fingers find the shoulders of the blonde girl before she can press send on her call.

“Then what did you mean by coming back here and scaring us all?”

The room settles into a rumble of accusatory mumbles at your question, bodies waiting for the man to answer. The pinging of metal prongs lets you know the curling-iron-armed stylist is ready to act should the man not have a satisfactory answer.

“I-I just wanted an interview. I’m Clark Kent, with the Daily Planet.”

It’s an earnest answer, and he can’t keep the grin from forming on his face when a few in the mob begin mocking him. He shows his press badge as proof.

You have vague recollection of the Daily Planet, having given an interview or two when you’d passed by on tour before.

Your lips twist in amusement, and the crease of his frown on his face only gets larger.

“If you can find me after the show, I’ll give you one.”

The tension eases from the room at your decree.

The man’s eyes light up, and for a second, you feel bad for giving him an impossible task.

“Thank you,” He gushes as he finally begins to slip back through the door frame. For a man so large, he’s quickly able to shrink back into the shadows of the dimly lit hallway.

Your team doesn’t move until he’s entirely out of sight, their wary glances following him until they are sure that he is gone.

The door shuts, and your intruder is gone just as quickly as he appeared. The room seems to relax for a second. Tension drains from the room as worried beings lock eyes with each other, seeking comfort. That man truly didn’t seem to understand the high alert he put everyone on.

If you had any intention of giving him an interview, you would have been sure to impress upon him the issue of his interruption.

The lull in activity is over in a moment. Like clockwork, hands resume their tasks, and you’re back to being primped and preened for your performance tonight. You all realize that you must put the disturbance behind you. And you're mentally blocking out the audacity of that reporter.

You almost feel bad for that reporter; whatever angle he was thinking of writing about will be gone in a few hours, and he’ll have waited through the whole concert for nothing. But there's nothing to be done about it now; it’s not as if you’ll ever see him again.

***

It always feels strange to slip back into your own body—a sudden relief filling you, like the sensation of slipping off a too-small latex glove.

Your alter ego was a little taller, eyes a little bigger, and mouth slightly poutier. But she was still you. You looked enough like your other form that people often asked if you were related, but most never bothered you in public.

You were subject primarily to silent speculation and whispers between friends. And that is just how you wanted it.

Fame without the downsides. Most of the time. You were still free to be yourself without having to worry about how you would manage a life.

Slipping away from your handlers had always been something you were good at. Those close to you were more than trustworthy enough to keep your secrets.

Once you changed back into your regular form, you were able to slip out of the stadium with some of the stragglers, concertgoers too drunk to find their ride or still high from the experience, and those taking pictures.

You sit on a bus stop bench watching small groups of people stumble along sleepy, dark roads. The total opposite of the congestion

“There you are!”

You freeze.

A large form passes in front of you before you’re able to comprehend what’s happening.

There in front of you stands the journalist who forced his way into your dressing room. He looks at you with excited eyes and a nearly boyish smile. He looks at you with a mix of relief and excitement because he’s fulfilled his task, and now he’s here to ask you whatever inane questions he has for his paper.

But how did he…?

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person.”

That should be enough. The difference in tone of your voice should be enough to throw him off. Like your other features, your voice is a little deeper, with slightly raspy tones, different from your facades' honey-dipped tenor. Your eyes flicker away from his and back to your phone screen, willing the car icon to move closer to your location.

Your eyes flicker back up when you realize that he hasn’t moved.

He’s looking at you blankly for a second. All joy and relief at having found you drained from his face. His eyes flicker up and down your form for a second as if he’s trying to confirm what he’s seeing.

Then he tries again.

“I’m sorry, I know we met in kind of a weird circumstance earlier, but I’m Clark Kent. You told me to find you after the show for an interview.

You bite the inside of your cheek in irritation.

“And I told you I think you have the wrong person.”

Your lips pull down in a frown, and your eyes squint in practiced irritation.

His brows furrow at your confusion. “If you want to reschedule, we can do this at another time, it’s just that you said to find you after the show.”

Your throat tightens, and the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand on end. Something isn’t right with this guy. Earlier, when you met him, you didn’t think that he had any ill intentions. But what kind of freak was he that he could see that you were…well…you?

You clench your fingers around your phone tightly, the muscles in your belly clench tightly, and you become nauseous.

It’s the second time in the day that the man has caused you fear.

White light hits the corner of your eyes, and your phone vibrates in your hand; your ride has come just in the nick of time.

The only thing you must do is to get away from this extremely dedicated reporter.

He’s still looking at you with clear blue eyes, eyes too bright and lively for this time at night. You know he’s waiting on your next move, hoping for an answer you were sure you were incapable of giving him at the moment.

Your throat is tight with anxiety. This man appears to be either a stalker or overly aggressive at his job. And neither one of those possibilities is something that you want to deal with right now.

“I have to go, my car is here.”

Your explanation is mumbled as your eyes cut away from him, unsure why you are giving the strange man an answer in the first place.

“But-,”

You rise quickly from your seat, and he takes a measure two steps back, his reflexes surprisingly fast for someone of his size.

You dash to the car waiting for you across the street, its driver now flashing his headlights in annoyance.

The moment your foot steps onto the gravel-paved road, you feel a twist—an awkward roll of your ankle inward. Your knee gives out at the sudden irregular feeling.  The realization that you're falling comes fast, your eyes close quickly, and one of your hands comes up to protect your head almost instinctively.

Your blood is tingling with apprehensive jitters as you wait for the feeling of cool, rough pavement to scrape against your exposed body parts.

Then you feel it, a warmth spooled against your ribs.  Large hands splayed against your back and side, wrenching you from the grip of an unfortunate, and highly embarrassing, spill.

Your eyes open in bewilderment as you realize that you are more right-side-up than you expected to be a few seconds prior.

Straight ahead, you see your ride share driver throwing his hands up in exasperation, beckoning you to hurry to your paid-for seat.

“Are you all right?”

It’s not until you feel warm breath on the back of your neck that you realize that you are being cradled by the man who’s had you on edge.

“I’m fine.”

You're forceful when you rip your body away from his. But he’s quick to release you without any fight. His hold had been so light it had almost seemed like he’d been afraid you would break. Your clumsiness is probably making him feel as such.

His brow is furrowed in a look of concern, and he appears gentle.  A hand of his reaches out to steady you when you step down off the sidewalk.  His concern seemed so genuine that you almost feel bad for not trusting him. Almost.

You walk away, heading to the car and trying to assuage the guilt that’s building in your stomach.

You only make it to the halfway point before you turn around.

“You have a card?” Your voice is little more than a mumble, but the reporter is either an excellent lip reader or has the hearing of a retriever because he perks up immediately.

His large hand shoves its way into one of his jacket pockets as he easily steps over the sidewalk.  He does it with such ease, it's almost as if he's mocking your little spill earlier.

 Your fingers brush against each other when you take the card from him.

His cheeks burn red.

You cut your eyes away.

"I'll text you," it's a mumble. You wonder if he can tell how defeated you feel.

 You don't dare meet his gaze again to find out. Instead, you hurry to slip into the car, sliding down the back seat to wallow in your pity.

Was this how everything ended?

***

“Interview With a Shape Shifting Starlet!”

No, that felt wrong. She hadn’t even agreed to the interview yet. How about…?

“Superstar Disguises Self to Live Among Us?”

No, that felt worse. Invasive. Icky.

Clark Kent didn’t sleep last night. He’d been haunted. He didn’t see it when he caught her sitting alone last night, how spooked she’d been.

How genuinely scared she was.

Even when she had practically run away from him, he’d been too enthused actually to notice those buckeyed looks she gave him.

She hadn’t even seemed that scared when he ‘found’ himself in her dressing room.

She was so in control then, so above it all. Ethereal, almost blinding.

‘And half dressed.’ ‘

He feels his cheeks burn, and he’s sure that he’s red as a tomato.’

He had tried his best not to look, but it was all happening so fast. He was glad that he had gotten a good look at her, though. Without it, he never would have found her again.

Her posture had changed. Her voice, her gait, even the lines of her jaw. But those eyes. He could pick those pretty eyes out of a crowd, a solar system away.

But he’d been too indulgent to read the distress.

Imagine that Superman couldn’t tell when someone was afraid.

Clark sits at his desk at the Daily Planet, pencil twirling in his hand. He doesn’t have the heart to write any of his proposed headlines on the computer. He was too worried he might accidentally get inspired.

He wasn’t looking to write an exposé on a woman who looked like she was genuinely in fear for her life.

But what was it that he was supposed to do now?

The city skyline starts to pale as the sun begins to creep up. Light was cracking through the big open windows of the office.

Clark leans back in his chair, glasses off, finger rubbing at his nose bridge.

She had told him no twice and had tried to run away from him.

And still she said, “Do you have a card?”

Guilt.

It's eating him up.

While he may have remembered those eyes at first because of how beautiful they were, he can’t stop thinking about them now because of how familiar they seem.

He flips the page in his notebook.

He couldn’t write the article, it wouldn’t be right.

But he could write a letter.

“You looked afraid when I found you. Not afraid of me, but afraid of being seen. I know that feeling. I live it every day…”

***

“And it was unfair of me to put you in this position without thinking.”

One of your legs is folded on your lap as you read the letter. Sun warming your back, you reread the letter. The whole thing is lengthy and filled with other versions of apologies, admissions, and small memories that he must have held onto. He recounts their first interactions – awkward and uninvited — and how unprepared he was for her presence. He writes about the moment he saw her alone at the bus stop and how he should have seen more than just a source for a story. Because his mind could see her for what she truly was at that moment. A woman who just wanted to vanish into the night, and he hadn’t let her.

Somewhere between the small apologies and the anecdotes, you forget yourself; a small smile cracking the façade you had put on when you had agreed to meet him here at the park. You had told yourself that you would be stoic, solid as a rock. But you couldn’t.

Not when he handed you the letter and hurried away with a wave, blush of embarrassment on his cheeks. Not with all the self-deprecation and the indications that this man was just a giant dork who loved his job.

You press the paper against your thigh, eyes still skimming the last few lines. There’s something comforting about the slant of his handwriting, the way he loops his lowercase' e's as if he’s not in a rush.

“I won’t publish a word,” he wrote. “I just wanted you to know someone saw you and didn’t look away.”

You exhale slowly. That line—it settles into you like warmth after cold rain—a slight relief.

Then your fingers hover over your phone.

You shouldn’t reply.

You’ve told yourself to let this go. Fame and privacy can’t coexist. That people like him, good at heart with keen eyes, are too dangerous to let close.

But still, you type out a message.

Coffee? Somewhere quiet? No interviews.

Your finger hesitates above send.

Then taps.

You set the phone down beside the letter and pull your knees to your chest, letting the city move outside your window.

Maybe this doesn’t have to be about headlines.

Maybe this time, it’s just about being seen.

***

The café was tucked between a laundromat and a shuttered bookstore—quaint and forgettable.  It had been her suggestion. Clark had suggested a dinner, but received an emphatic “No!” in response. He supposed that a superstar wouldn’t be a fan of somewhere loud and crowded, like a dinner in a busy city. But she also probably personally wasn’t a fan of the noise when she was herself either.

He arrived early. He had already claimed a corner table where the light didn’t quite reach, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee and nervously rereading the message she had sent. It had come early in the afternoon, but he couldn’t read it at his desk. Not after he handed her that letter and ran away like a weirdo.

He also didn’t want to be seen on his phone after he failed to put the story Lois had so graciously given him. She was quick to send him daggers when he came in that morning and had nothing to show for the expensed ticket that was bought for him.  

But when he had read it, his heart thumped with relief.

Coffee? Somewhere quiet? No interviews.

Would it have been wrong if he had admitted to himself that that was precisely what he had hoped she would write?

The bell over the cafe door jingles as it opens, and Clark is surprised. She’s here, the real her, like she agreed to.

She wore sunglasses even though the sky was overcast. Understandable. But the style was different from the sweatpants and hoodie that he caught her in that night.

He catches her gaze, and she gives him a nod; he smiles. He hoped he didn’t come off too eager. She didn’t give him one back; instead, she opted to head to the counter and place her order before coming to sit down.

For a moment, neither spoke. She didn’t remove her glasses, and he couldn’t keep the awkward smile from his face.

He realizes he’s doing it when she furrows her brows a little, confused.

Clar cleared his throat. “Thank you for coming.”

“I almost didn’t.”

Her voice is steady, but he can tell that it is not entirely the truth.

He goes along with her words.

“I figured.” He paused. “I meant every word I wrote.”

“I know.” She looked at the table, then up at him. “You have kind eyes. It’s annoying.”

Clark huffed a quiet laugh. “Sorry about that.”

A server came by and placed her order in front of her—a light coffee-based drink with a cinnamon-coated rim.

“I thought you’d ask for tea,” he starts. She stared at him blankly. “…you know…because…singer.”

She doesn’t even crack a smile.

“So, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to talk,” he said. Or…sit.”

“Still deciding.”

Silence again. But it wasn’t tense. Even as she stared him up and down, he didn’t feel any pressure. No feeling that she meant him any harm. She was just…unsure. Measured.

Finally, she asked, “How did you know it was me?”

Clark’s expression softened.   “I didn’t. Not at first. But when you looked at me backstage, then again at the bench, I saw the same thing. Something under the surface.”

Her lips purse.

“Bullshit.”

***

His blue eyes go wide at the curse, like he didn’t expect you to be capable of the words. And he was right. You weren’t usually one to confront someone for lying; something about that felt hypocritical. But for you, this was a matter of life and death.

You take off your sunglasses, and he averts his gaze.

“Tell me how you knew it was me.”

He turns red quickly, from the tip of his nose to his ears. His jaw clenches for a moment like he’s wrestling with something—whether to lie again or to admit something that might make him sound crazy.

Finally, he exhales.

“Two things,” he holds out two fingers like he’s going to lose track of the number if her doesn’t. “Y-your eyes.”

“My eyes?” You questioned.

“They’re pretty both ways.”

He sounds so shy and sincere, saying that your heart thumps in your chest, and a burst of heat paints itself across your cheeks.

“Thanks. What’s the other thing?”

He exhales.

“I saw your heartbeat.”

You blink.

“What?”

He rubs the back of his neck, shoulders hunched slightly. “It’s going to sound… weird. But I have certain abilities. And one of them is… I can see things. Hear things. Like your heartbeat, the rhythm of your breathing. It didn’t change. Not when you changed your hair, your clothes, even your voice. It was always you.”

You’re silent.

Not out of fear, but surprise. Maybe a twinge of understanding.

He continues, voice softer now. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just something I pick up on sometimes, without trying.”

“And you didn’t write about that either?”

“No.” His answer is immediate. “Because that’s not the story I care about.”

You lean back, studying him again.

You want to ask, “Did you make a wish on a magic stone too?” But that seems a little invasive. So you ask instead.

“So, you’re special too.”

He nods.

You bite the inside of your lip. You're supposed to think it's not really the weirdest thing to happen to you. More and more remarkable individuals seem to emerge in the world all the time. Aliens too.

You nod slowly. The quiet stretches between you again, this time with something new inside it—recognition.

And maybe a little bit of trust.

***

Is it wrong to text a stranger nonstop for days? It’s what you’ve been doing since your last show. Your last performance in Metropolis was the final stop of the tour. And you were in no hurry to leave. Not since you made a new friend. One where you could be just you. Without lace, lashes, or lenses.

Clark’s messages are short. Sometimes funny, sometimes awkward, always genuine. You were glad he agreed to keep messaging you, though. He preferred talking on the phone. You hated it.

He never pries. Never asks about your performances, your set list, or the gossip swirling around your name online. He talks about the city mostly. The places he likes to visit are late at night. Where to watch the best sunrise. Which rooftop cats are the boldest.

And you find yourself telling him things, too—mundane things. About the tea, you burn your tongue on, about how you bring blankets from home because you can’t sleep on hotel sheets. About your favorite movies, and the pair of socks your aunt gave you for your birthday.

Sometimes, you don’t even realize how much time you’ve spent talking to him until your phone buzzes with a low battery warning.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re lying on the hotel couch in an oversized hoodie, bare-faced and warm under a blanket. Your phone buzzes.

“Rain’s coming in. You ever watch the storm from the museum steps?”

You smile. You hadn’t. But now you’re curious.

Twenty minutes later, you’re there. Hood up, sitting on the cold marble steps of the Metropolis Museum, the city stretched in hazy lights below. The sky rumbles softly overhead.

He joins you without fanfare. No surprise this time. Just a quiet presence beside you, holding out a paper cup.

"Chamomile," he says. "I guessed."

You take it, letting your fingers brush his. "You’re getting better at this."

"I had help."

The two of you sit in silence for a while, sipping tea as rain starts to fall in soft, lazy drops. The city glows through the mist, warm and alive.

You speak first. "I haven’t stayed in one city this long in years."

Clark hums. "That a bad thing?"

You shake your head. "No. Not bad. Just... different."

"Different can be good."

You glance at him, and he’s already looking at you. And for once, you don’t look away.

Your voice is quiet. "Do you ever wish you could just be one thing?"

"All the time," he admits. "But then I remember—some people get to be two. And that’s not a curse. It’s a gift."

The rain gets heavier, but you don’t move.

Neither does he.

***

She doesn’t notice the figure.

How could she?

She’s wrapped up in the rain. Watching it roll down the uncovered stairs, catching a few drops in her hands, and smiling up at him. But Clark does. His head shifts slightly, just enough for his brows to furrow.

Her pretty eyes become concerned when she feels him stiffen next to her. His hand comes up to lightly touch her arm.

“We’re being watched,” he says. Voice so low it nearly vanishes beneath the rain.

She stiffened beside him. He didn’t need to use his vision to know the figure had moved. The glint of a lens confirmed it. Then it was gone, tucked back into a coat, and the shadow turned away, walking off with a pace far too smooth.

She was already up, hood drawn tighter. "Paparazzi?"

Clark shook his head, rising beside her. “No. They would have taken more than one photo. That was deliberate.”

He didn’t like the way the stranger carried. Smooth, unbothered by the fact that they had been noticed. Someone who had already known exactly where to stand, when to photograph, and when to vanish.

She checked her phone as it buzzed, and her face paled.

Nice disguise. Shame if the world found out.

His jaw locked. That cold, gnawing anger he rarely let surface crept in.

"We should go," he said immediately. "Now."

They descended the museum steps. The rain grew harsher, but he kept her close, matching her pace without crowding her. Her breaths were short. Her hands shook.

Back at her apartment, she bolted the door while Clark scanned the perimeter. Every window, every corner of the rooftop across the street. His hearing stretched into the quiet.

Nothing.

Yet.

She asked the question without turning around. "Who would do this?"

He hesitated.

Then: “Someone who knows what you are. Or… who—what I am. Maybe.”

He sees it flash on her face for a moment—Who are you? But she quiets it quickly.

He was relieved. He should tell her, shouldn’t he?

He knows who she is. What she is. Was it only fair?

And she asked slowly, “You think this is about us?”

Her eyes seem to flash a bit brighter just so her meaning is clear.

“I do.”

She pauses, and he can read the expressions on her face, the trains of thought that she is going through.

And then she exhales. Her shoulders, which had been taut since the moment he spoke at the museum, finally lowered.

“I’m tired of running,” she says quietly. “And hiding.”

He takes a step closer, his hands still open and nonthreatening. “Then don’t. Not alone, anyway.”

She meets his eyes. Hers are uncertain, but not unwilling.

“I’ll need your help,” she says.

“You’ve got it,” he answers. “Whatever it takes.”

And somehow, despite the fear crawling in the back of her mind, she believes him.

She finally believes someone.

***

You had hoped it was a one-time thing. A scare in the rain. A photo that never surfaced. That the person that Clark had sensed was nothing more than a person walking by, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

But then the second message came.

You looked tired tonight. Maybe you should sleep more.

You haven’t performed in nearly a month. Haven’t left the hotel room that’s become your apartment, since that night.

Clark had taken to checking in on you more frequently, sometimes in person, sometimes just through text. You didn’t tell him everything. Not yet. There was a part of you that didn’t want to look helpless. Not to him. Not when he looked at you like you were someone still whole.

A part of you also didn’t want to tell Clark because you were angry with him. Furious that he found you out. And angry that he wasn’t the only one now. That this started happening after you had met his stupid, wonderful face. How could you need him to be around and be so rage-filled at the same time? But you need him.

Because the eyes—whoever they belonged to—never left.

Sometimes, you saw them out of the corner of your eye when you slipped out for groceries. A reflection that lingered too long in a passing car. A silhouette at the edge of a building that disappeared before you could double-take.

The worst part? You started to second-guess your own senses. Was it paranoia? Or instinct? A part of you had started to regret your wish. Not just being famous or having a perfect form part. But you felt silly. Who makes a wish and doesn’t ask for some kind of superpower? Something that you could have used to protect yourself.

Because, the threat is getting closer, one night, the elevator in your building chimed at the wrong floor. No one stepped out. But when the doors closed, there was a folded piece of paper on the floor.

Your name. Scrawled in ink.

You opened it with trembling hands.

I liked the black hoodie better. You don’t need to hide from me.

You don’t remember the last time you screamed.

But you did then.

By the time Clark arrived, the note was on the floor, and your hands were still shaking. He didn’t ask questions at first. Just stepped inside and locked the door.

You didn’t ask how he knew you were home, or how he had gotten there so fast. You were just glad that he was there.

Sat on the couch together, you fiddled with your hands, clammy with nervous sweat.

“I think he’s getting closer.”

“He?” Clark asks. But nothing in his tone screams surprised. You were sure he’d known that entire time, too.

“I feel it in my bones,” you say, giving him a nervous smile. “I don’t think I’ll have to worry about being alone anymore.

It was a horrible attempt at a joke, one to make you feel better.

But the way that Clark’s face seems to crumble in on itself…How could he find himself carrying just as much as you had? You were still a stranger.

And that’s why you said.

“I don’t think you should hang around me anymore, Clark. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

His eyebrows raise, and his face softens, but there is a bit of anger in those blue eyes. A bit of darkness you hadn’t seen before.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

He takes the note from your coffee table. “But him. I think it’s time that I meet him before he meets you again.”

You nodded, throat too tight for words.

If he was done waiting, then you were too. Whoever was following you has stopped being patient, and so have you.

***

It was her fault.

How couldn’t it be?

She knew what she was doing every time she stepped on stage and smiled. Oh, and that voice of hers.

Enchanting.

He hadn’t minded it if it was hers or not. Not that he couldn’t tell which things were intrinsically hers. Her hair color, skin, the smile, the way her knees knocked slightly together. And god, those eyes! He couldn’t get enough.

But he was fine not being the only one that got to see the here that was perfection, in both forms.

Because she was generous, she toured around the world. Letting the world see her perfection.

But the key was, she shared.

This spending, time with a newspaper writer, wasn’t exactly fair. And it wasn’t exactly him. Who was Clark Kent to monopolize her time? To get her to lock down her time in Metropolis when she never stayed in any place for more than two weeks, tour or not?

No. It wasn’t fair.

Clark Kent hadn’t quit his job for her.

Clark Kent hadn’t followed her around the world.

Clark Kent hadn’t lost his family for her.

So why did Clark Kent get to have her?

No, he’d nip it in the bud before it got that far. Before the larger man could even get the chance to lay his hand on her.

Because no one loved her the way Henry Miller had.

***

I promise I won’t be more than 15 minutes.

How many times had you begun to type it out? But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You knew what you were doing, so it makes sense. He had made you promise to tell him anytime you went out.

“I’ll be there,”  He said.

But how could he? And how could you bring yourself to ask that of him? He needed to work and live his own life.

The one that was far less complicated than when you had entered.

If you had just agreed to give him that interview, he wouldn’t be involved in this mess in the first place.

And perhaps, neither would you.

So you went out.

Hood up. No makeup. Your “real” face.

It was supposed to be fifteen minutes, just as you promised in the text you never sent.

Just enough time to breathe, and just enough time to get some ice cream from that bodega on the corner that you and Clark had passed so many times.

And then it happens.

That itch.

A bit of twisting of your skin, your instincts on fire. Too heavy a silence in the aisle. The store felt eerily empty. You couldn’t see the cash register from back here, but you could see the back door, and the fact that it is slightly cracked open, just enough space for you to run.

And so you do.

Or you would.

If your wrist hadn’t been grabbed.

If you hadn’t frozen where you stood.

“I liked you better in the black one.”

The voice itself wasn’t remarkable. Averagely low, bland, nothing remarkable about it.

But you recognized the cadence—the words.

You turned slowly.

He looked like any other man. Slight frame. Brown short hair. Jeans, coat, bland like oatmeal. But his eyes were already devouring you. Wide and too bright.

You don’t recognize his face.

But he knew yours.

And worse, he smiled like he owned it.

“Who are you?” you asked, already backing away.

He didn’t answer.

Just tilted his head, like a curious dog, and said, “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

You turned and ran.

And then you screamed.

***

It pierces his ears, that scream. He’s never heard anything like it. It seemed to be happening right next to him, but also all around him. And he’s not alone because everyone in the office seems to wince.

Like a dog whistle, they could all hear it calling to them, but they didn’t understand. Lois looks confused for a moment, but she shakes off the tone. Others do too.

But Clark can still hear her, and the anguish in her tone is evident.

He’s up and moving before Lois can even ask what’s wrong. His glasses are in his pocket, and the elevator is ignored entirely. Within moments, the wind howls past his ears as the city blurs beneath him.

He follows the sound.

***

He has you pushed up against the wall, a hand clamped over your mouth. One of his eardrums is bleeding.

You don’t know what you did to cause it—screamed too loudly? Fought too hard? But it doesn’t matter.

Henry Miller is panting, ragged, and furious. His face is a mask of desperation and obsession. Spittle dots the corner of his mouth.

“I loved you first,” he hisses. “I saw you before all of them before you changed. Before you hid. You think Clark Kent sees you? You think he deserves you?”

You shake your head under his grip, fury rising even as panic claws your chest. You try to knee him again, like you did moments earlier, but he pins you harder.

“I’ll release it,” he growls, fishing in his coat pocket. “All of it. Your face. The raw footage. Let them see what you are. Then we’ll see who comes crawling back.”

Before the words even finish leaving his mouth, there’s a sudden whoosh of displaced air and a crash like thunder.

Henry is gone.

One second, he’s pressing against you; the next, he’s across the room, slamming into a metal shelf that crumples behind him.

Clark stands where Henry had just been. No glasses. No hesitance. Dipped in Blue and red.

Superman.

“Don’t touch her again,” he says, voice ringing with something ancient and absolute.

Henry groans, trying to scramble toward the device he dropped. Clark’s foot lands on it, crushing it with a satisfying crack.

“It's over.”

You slump to the ground, breathing hard, chest heaving. Clark is already at your side, crouching low, hands not touching but ready.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, but it’s shaky. He sees the tremble in your hands. Without asking, he pulls off his cape and wraps it around your shoulders.

Henry is moaning behind the shelves, but you block it out. You stare at Clark, this man who had been beside you as a reporter and now hovered like a myth come to life.

“You’re him,” you whisper. Not a question.

“I am,” he says. “And I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

But you shake your head. You pull the cape tighter around you

“No, I’m sorry. I should have texted, like you said. I just…”

Your voice breaks, but only slightly. You shake your head again, angry at yourself—for the fear, for the pride, for letting it get this far.

Clar doesn’t press. He simply lowers himself beside you, his presence a shield against the world.

“You don’t have to explain,” he says gently.

“I just wanted some ice cream.”

It’s pathetic as it comes out of your mouth. Voice slightly hoarse, exhaustion beginning to overcome you.

Clark smiles, and it’s not the kind of smile people give when they think you're being silly. It’s soft. Understanding.

“Then next time,” he says, “I’ll go with you. We’ll pick the flavor together.”

You close your eyes for a moment, the tension slowly seeping out of your shoulders. His words shouldn’t mean as much as they do—but right now, they mean everything.

A moment passes. Then another.

You finally look at him. “I think I need to go back to the hotel.”

His expression shifts—not surprised, but attentive.

“Okay,” he says. “Come here.”

You hesitate. Not out of fear. Just awe. He’s already removed his jacket, his cape unfastened, catching the low streetlight in soft folds. He steps forward, arms steady, posture sure.

You nod.

When he lifts you, it’s effortless. Like you weigh nothing. His arms are warm, one beneath your knees, the other around your shoulders, and then—

The city drops away.

The wind roars past you, but his body shields you from the worst of it. Lights blur into lines. Streets become threads of gold and red. You press your face lightly into his chest, breathing steadily, eyes closed.

You’re safe.

He lands on the hotel balcony like a whisper.

You don’t move right away. Neither does he.

Finally, you look up.

“Thank you,” you say. And it means more than just for the flight.

He sets you down gently, brushing your hair back from your face.

“I’ll stay close,” he says. “In case you need me.”

You look at the empty room behind you, and then back at him. The night suddenly feels too long to spend alone.

“Would you stay?” you ask. Quiet, but sure.

Clark blinks, then nods. “Of course.”

You leave the balcony doors open as you walk inside together. He shrugs off what’s left of his suit jacket, draping it over the back of a chair. You grab a blanket from the bed, tossing it onto the couch, then hesitate.

“Bed’s big enough,” you murmur.

He meets your eyes—not with surprise, but with understanding. “Only if you want me to.”

You nod once.

You both settle in, silent but not uncomfortable. The hum of the city becomes a lullaby beneath the glass windows. His presence is steady beside you, not looming, just there.

You fall asleep to the sound of his breathing, warm and human and close.

And this time, you don’t dream of being followed.

***

Clark was awake before the sun broke over the city.

Old habits. A farmer’s clock buried under years of heroism and secrecy. He didn’t need much sleep anyway, not really. But he had stayed still through the night, careful not to wake her. She had curled closer sometime during the night, her head resting on his shoulder, the steady rhythm of her breath easing something tight inside his chest.

It wasn’t until the sun began to shine with a soft morning gold that she began to stir.

She blinked slowly, tugged the blanket up over her shoulder, surprise eking out of her very being. Then she blinks. Clark can see the wheels turning in her head as she remembers the events of yesterday.

A smile then a frown, before her face settles on a look of unguarded contentment. They sit in that silence for a moment.

Then:

“I have a question.”

Clark turned his head to her gently. “Anything.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, lips pressed in thought. “When you’re flying… what does it feel like?”

He blinked, then smiled softly. That wasn’t the question he expected.

“It feels,” he began, voice quiet, “like the world lets go. Like gravity forgets to hold you. And for a while, all you can hear is the wind and your own heartbeat. Like nothing else matters.”

She nodded slowly, like she was memorizing that.

Then: “Do you feel free?”

He hesitated. “Sometimes.”

“And the other times?”

He glanced out the window, where the skyline glimmered.

“Other times, I feel like I’m flying toward something I can’t quite catch. A danger I’m always late to stop. Or… a life I’m still figuring out how to live.”

She was quiet at that.

Then she reached for his hand beneath the sheets.

“You weren’t late last night.”

Clark turned back to her. Her expression was earnest. Honest.

“No,” he said. “Not last night.”

Silence for another beat.

“One more.”

He nods.

“Do you twinkle or were you born that way?”

Clark’s brows narrow in confusion. “What?”

Her mouth purses, “I mean like this.”

Her eyes seem to flash, and all around her, small twinkling lights seem to appear like fireflies. When the haze disappears, she’s in her perfect form.

With another flash of her eyes, she seems to release that state, and she’s back to normal.

“So do you twinkle?”

She laughs—real, unguarded—and the sound makes his chest ache in the best way.

“Well, don’t let it get to your head,” she says, pulling the blanket higher around her shoulders. “It’s just light-bending particles. A little reflexive shimmer. Not even that impressive.”

“It’s beautiful,” he says plainly.

She goes still at that. Not because she doesn’t believe him, but because maybe, in that moment, she does.

Clark shifts onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head. “Not really. It’s more like... holding your breath. You can only do it for so long before you need to let go.”

He nods slowly. “I know that feeling.”

Their eyes meet again. Something unspoken lingers between them. Not fear. Not tension.

Hope.

A gentle knock on the hotel door breaks the spell—room service.

She looks at Clark, a question in her eyes.

He smiles. “I’ll get it.”

As he moves toward the door, she sits back against the headboard, arms wrapped around her knees.

He opens it, signs, thanks the server, and wheels in a tray stacked with covered plates and two mugs of coffee.

“Did you—?”

“I called down while you were sleeping,” he says with a shrug. “You had a rough night. I figured waffles might help.”

She laughs again, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You’re kind of ridiculous.”

“And you’re kind of amazing,” he replies, placing a plate in front of her.

She blushes but doesn’t argue.

As they eat together, the morning light grows stronger. Outside, the city stirs with its usual chaos. But inside the room, there’s a rare and sacred kind of quiet.

Not the kind born from fear.

The kind born from beginning again.

***

It’s a Friday morning. Weeks since the storm at the museum. Since Henry Miller's arrest.

The world had moved on. Quietly and then all at once.

Your name never hit the headlines. Footage of you never released. Clark made sure of that with the stump of his foot. If anyone had known about your run-in with Superman, it would have been the bodega clerk. And as far as he was concerned, you were just another girl that Superman saved. That was good enough for you.

Clark had promised to protect you, and he had kept his promise. So you figured it was only fair that you kept your promise to him, too.

***

The bullpen at the Daily Planet buzzes with its usual chaos—phones ringing, reporters arguing over phrasing, coffee machines hissing nonstop.

Clark is at his desk, unable to focus. He hadn’t talked to the girl since last night. She had sounded mischievous on the phone. Promising him that she had a surprise for him.

He’s halfway through rereading the same sentence for the fifth time when the room goes quiet.

It’s not total silence, but a shift—a collective breath held.

He glances up and sees her.

She stands just inside the bullpen doors in her full form. The version of her that the world knows. Posed. Radiant. Not intimidating, but undeniable.

She offers a small wave.

Clark blinks.

Then stands.

“Hi,” she says. The same mischievousness he heard on the phone is alive in her eyes.

“Hi,” he echoes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You really didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” she interrupts, walking closer, pulling a notebook from her bag. “Besides… I figured you’ve waited long enough.”

He recognizes the notebook. The one he’s seen her scribble in more than once, always closed before he could sneak a peek.

“For the interview,” she clarifies.

“You’re serious?”

She nods. “You still want it?”

Clark stares at her for a moment, then laughs—a soft, disbelieving sound. “Of course I do.”

“Then find me a quiet room, Kent.”

His coworkers are still watching as he leads her into an empty, glass-walled conference room, which is private enough.

He pulls out a chair for her. She raises a brow, amused, but she sits. He settles across from her, pulling out his recorder, notepad already open.

“You can ask anything,” she says. “But I might not answer everything.”

Clark’s smile turns thoughtful. “That’s fair.”

The recorder clicks on.

And for the first time, without fear or disguise, the story begins—on her terms.

***

METROPOLIS TIMES “SUPERSTAR SINGER SETTLES IN THE CITY OF TOMORROW” Beloved international star surprises fans—and local reporters—by calling Metropolis her new home.

Sources close to the performer say she’s “ready to write a new chapter.”

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First of- Hiiiii! Welcome to my madness :D

I do have a master post about all the aus you may encounter here- Just search 'Board' and you'll see all of em in one very condensed post about their story :D

There are many aus so I really am not sure which on you want the story of... If you're still confused or... have questions after you look at that post don't be shy about Asking me! :D

OOh yeah also here's the post lol, I should pin it... probably.

[cactus-cuddler]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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Word count: 958

Warnings: Bucky with children!!!

Tag list: @mcira @robynanthonystark @sofiaavarga13 @fanfictionreaderfan @julvrs

You and Bucky decided to start a new chapter together in a small town, not too far from where you first met. You understood that city life wasn’t ideal for him, so you suggested moving somewhere quieter, where the watchful eyes of others wouldn’t reach him.

“Are you sure you want to leave just for me?” he asks over the phone as you pack up your things.

“Yes, Buck, I want this,” you insist. While he’s hesitant about you leaving your hometown, you’re determined to uproot and begin a new life by his side.

You quit your job at the bar the night before, explaining to your coworkers that you were moving in with Bucky. Though you hadn’t expected it, you realized you’d miss the job, especially the friendships you’d formed, like the one with Megan. It’s true what they say: you often don’t realize how much something means to you until it’s time to leave it behind.

Bucky had already quit his job months earlier, feeling that his presence was no longer needed. The customers had become attached to you, and the bar had transformed into a safe haven, attracting a friendlier crowd. It became a place of comfort, where people came to unwind with friends. Your boss even redecorated, reflecting the warm atmosphere the bar had developed, and changed those awful uniforms. You couldn’t help but feel that Bucky’s presence, despite his troubled past, had turned the bar into his own sanctuary, with you as the center of his attention.

When the last box is loaded onto the moving truck, you grab your purse and head towards Bucky's motorcycle. He had kept it a secret for a while, not wanting to risk shortening your time together by driving you home on it. The first time he took you for a ride, you were terrified, clinging tightly to his waist while he laughed at your fear.

"You know I'll never let you fall," he had shouted over the roar of the engine, laughing as your grip tightened.

"I trust you—it's the bike I don't trust!" you had yelled back, clinging to him during your second date, which ended on a much more satisfying note, literally.

Now, you feel more at ease on the bike, even starting to enjoy the rush of air that brushes against your face as you press close to him. When you arrive at your new home, the moving men are already unloading the boxes. It’s just how you always imagined it—a place where you can decorate and build your life together.

As you carry boxes into the bedroom, Bucky finishes putting away his tools in the garage. He comes up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“It’s wonderful to see you every day,” he whispers in your ear, making you giggle as his touch tickles you.

“We already saw each other every day,” you reply, melting into his embrace.

“Not like this,” he says with a smile. “Come on, let’s check out the town.” He takes your hand, leading you out of the house with boxes still waiting to be unpacked.

You stroll through the neighborhood, hand in hand, as your new neighbors greet you with warm smiles.

“Are you the new residents?” they ask, and you respond with a shy nod. Everyone seems so friendly here. This place feels perfect—a fresh start for Bucky, far from his past, and a new beginning for the two of you together.

As you explore, you notice there are only a few shops, but they’re all charming, with everything you need. A small but well-stocked bookstore catches your eye, and there are enough grocery stores for all your essentials.

During your walk, you come across a park full of children playing happily. A ball rolls toward Bucky, and he kicks it back a little too hard, sending it flying. The kids, amazed, run over to him.

“Where did you learn to kick like that?”

“Did a bad dog eat your arm?”

“Can I be that strong too?”

“Please teach us!”

You laugh and leave Bucky to his new friends, watching as he joins them on the soccer field, playing goalie because none of the kids wanted to. You watch with a smile as some of the neighborhood women approach you.

“Sorry they kidnapped your husband,” one of them says with a grin.

“Husband? Oh, Bucky!” you chuckle and smile at her.

“No problem, it’s nice to see him so carefree,” you reply, enjoying the pleasant company as she shows you photos of her twin children. They’re adorable, and you can’t help but imagine a mini version of Bucky.

Watching Bucky play with the children warms your heart. He’s so gentle with them, making them laugh and feel safe. After an hour, the kids are reluctantly called back by their mothers. You’ve already spotted a few who seem to judge Bucky for being “childish,” but you hold back. Teaching kids about kindness is more important to you than responding to criticism.

“I’m exhausted!” Bucky complains with a grin as he walks back to you.

“I’ve always preferred daughters,” he admits as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Why?”

“Less soccer, more tea parties and saving them from pillow fort dragons,” he replies, making you both laugh.

“See you tomorrow, Bunny!” a kid calls out, and Bucky waves back.

“Bunny?” you laugh.

“He can’t say Bucky,” he snorts.

Back home, you snuggle up on the couch together, Bucky falling asleep almost instantly while you stay awake, gently stroking his hair. Watching his peaceful face, a faint smile on his lips, you know that your life together will be wonderful. Maybe, one day, this house will be filled with the sounds of happy, noisy children.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹

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[thecoffeelorian]

"On Another Track", Part 1 (Post Stex Headcanons!)

special notes before we begin--In case I didn't mention it before...I'm getting through the first re-watch of what I'm sure is a Bochum performance dubbed over in English, so in case everything doesn't quite add up yet, it should be better by the time I'm finished with the next two parts.

Second, I've seen the character of Electra described with both the pronoun sets of 'he/him' and 'they/them' in this fandom, so it only seemed fair to continue this in my writing just in case it really is both.

Third, I'm writing this version of Greaseball as a person whose own school bus bully had to rethink his entire life after almost dying in a car accident...so, this one in particular might (re) grow up a lot more during the course of this little experiment.

And fourth, but also the most important...in no way are the villains described in this going to end up winning. ;)

That being said, here is the first installment on what I think could continue the Starlight Express plotline, if by some odd chance it got transformed into an animated film sequel and had a few horror elements added to it.

no pressure tags:

@m1dgemodge @why-do-i-even-need-a-username98 @chlorophyll99 @dandelionsdaydreams @marleydoesinfactmoo

@freaksterrrrr @crowchildman @dontknowwhenispawned @smelly-welly69420 @originalwinnerfanfish

@eddiesmainblog @waterysoap45 @pizzalover346 @wrenchelectrasrepairtruck @oraleandreu

@ariannawith2ns @dream-girl-evill @ofthe-valley666 @azraelzspace @gun-roswell !!

DINAH:

First things first…Dinah was right about the cheating.

So right, in fact, that one fateful day, she finds herself promoted to the new Track Safety Council, a new invention created by the Track Marshals and effective immediately. Dinah is joined in this by Joule, who, thanks to a certain accident in their employer’s judgment, is perhaps out of work and in need of a new occupation. As these four start putting their minds together and plan for the next race, there’s the underlying sentiment, however vague, that maybe there shouldn’t be any more Cabooses allowed to compete no thanks to the last one that very nearly ruined it for everybody else. When the time comes for someone to ask about just where C.B. is now, however, Dinah firmly responds that she’s cut off all contact, and is more than ready to forget they ever spoke in the first place.

After all, there’s a new champion in town, and they all should start thinking of the future.

RUSTY:

The focus then shifts to Rusty, who’s more or less basking in the limelight after his first-ever victory. Remember all that flak he received from darn near everyone for daring to enter the race…? Well, buckle up, naysayers, because he’s using his brand-new influence as this year’s champion to effect a little change around here. According to a post-race interview with the Press Truck, his first task is keeping one gear to the ground to weed out all future cheaters…but second on the list, maybe it’s time to expand both the freight yard AND the adjacent garage for a few “additional guests”. And who’s at the top of this guest list? That’s right, everybody…

PEARL:

Pearl might not have won the championship, but she sure won the champion’s heart—and, to the delight of everyone at the freight yard, she just might be moving in there to stay. This means that her social circle just got five times bigger, and that’s just the minimum! Remember Dustin, the Big Hopper…? Well, take a seat at the table, girlie, because he’s her big brother now.

The same goes for all three of The Hip-Hoppers, because even though they don’t give free rides to hitchhikers, they’ll certainly make an exception for her so that she never feels left behind.

Flat-Top is still a little shy around her as she's still very much new to him...yet, he manages to promise her a look at his 'secret brick collection', a thing he only shows off to trains he makes friends with.

Oh, and as far as Poppa McCoy is concerned, she’s allowed over for dinner whenever she needs it, no questions asked.

In other words, welcome to the Freight Family, a sentiment that hits home as soon as Rusty returns, and goes straight in for a kiss as the others erupt in cheers and applause.

However.

There’s a brief scene in an area lit only by an active fireplace, the flames reaching almost to the top of the stonework as a lone figure in a dark leather chair awaits news of the race’s complete results. It’s here that a nameless Assistant, their face completely hidden by a piston helmet, skates in with a copy of the local newspaper…but doesn’t go any further than the door, as something about that newspaper has made them far too terrified to share it with their ‘Boss’. This same boss, his own face backlit into shadow by the fire, smugly invites the Assistant to give him ‘the great news’, as it shouldn’t be any different than all the races before.

Once the paper’s in his hand and he gives it a hard look, though…that’s when all hell seems to break loose, for only a few seconds later, this ‘Boss’ is crumpling the paper up in one fist as his furious shout of “MCCOYYYYYYY!” is both a question and a curse as the fire goes out, plunging that area into total darkness.

Back at the Coaches’ Club…it’s getting just a teensy bit quiet around here. The international engines like Espresso and Turnov have all returned to their respective garages back home; Pearl’s possibly moving out; Dinah’s busy doing who knows what these days, and oh yeah…zero sign of Greaseball since “The Big Crash”.

In fact, it’s now becoming SO lonely that Ashley wonders out loud—in between cigarettes, of course—whether or not they might even have positions any more, since the focus might be solely on Rusty and Pearl as the next “powered-up couple” and very little attention is given to those who don’t get first place.

Buffy tries to remain optimistic, since the next race is still many months away and, if Rusty’s victory proves it, literally anything can happen. After she voices her concern that more steamers might show up for that next race, though, and all of them with their own coaches already, that’s when Ashley wonders if “anything” having the chance to happen might be the worst thing of all.

Cue a faint whistling in the distance, one that sounds an awful lot like the notes of C.B.’s signature tune…and then it’s back to Joule and Dinah.

Joule starts grilling Dinah just a little about her 'checkered history' with a certain dishonest engine, and wonders out loud whether or not there will be any 'conflicts of interest' going forward. Dinah, on the other hand, states that her own conscience is clear, and then goes on to hint that this 'dishonest engine' Joule just referred to is about to learn a few more tough lessons after his 'accident'…beginning with his successful conversion to steam.

Cut back to the Freight Family, who by this time has gone into full celebration mode. Sweet little Rusty is faking a dramatic struggle as the Hip-Hoppers move in, messing up his hair, giving bear hugs, giving pretend interviews about what it feels like to dethrone Greaseball, all the things that big brothers do. Poppa McCoy watches all of this in silent amusement, as his boy has now grown up, found a Coach, and everything feels like it's all uphill from here.

Once Rusty finally begs Pearl to come save him from the avalanche, she laughs a little before pulling him away, asking the others to 'let the champ breathe'. It's here that Rusty starts playing the interview game, and asks her 'what's next for the greatest Coach in the world'. Pearl admits that she's still figuring things out as she goes along, but at least she won't have to do it by herself any more.

At this moment, Pearl has settled in a little; yet at the same time, she knows that there are a few faces missing, and doesn’t waste any time asking after Electra and Greaseball. Electra answers this question himself by making a dramatic entrance, complete with the announcement, “Pardon the interruption, but The Patient is awake”. Flat-Top automatically disappears out of view after this, as he seems to be the one who’s either volunteered or been drafted to look after them. Either way, he’s gone for a small amount of time, as the actions off-screen/backstage are currently unclear.

Meanwhile, the focus is certainly upon Electra, as there are a few who seem genuinely concerned about them all of a sudden. Electra himself doesn’t appear too devastated by the accident, however, as suggested by the direct quote of “I’ve had worse”.

Just the same, though, he reluctantly follows up by stating that Wrench, aka “The Repair Truck”, might be needed for a little while longer—or, at least, until they can all be sure that this ‘Steam Conversion’ procedure doesn’t turn out to do more harm then good. Pearl, after beginning to put two and two together, asks if she should go and get Dinah here as well, for it’s now almost a given as to who “The Patient” is—and, after a few things in the back get knocked over and Flat-Top’s yelling for them to get the freight back here…out comes old Greaseball himself, his chest wrapped in bandages and the visible bits of a new boiler vest underneath. He’s probably entered the disorientation phase of waking up as a Steamer, too, because he has to actually stop and give himself a good knock on the plates in order to remember just what he signed himself up for.

GREASEBALL:

With a bit more extra weight on top and no more juice to get out of there, however, Greaseball attempts to gun the engines and automatically collapses due to no fuel. Pearl takes the awkward silence that follows as her cue to go get Dinah; Flat-Top comes along just in time to haul Greaseball off the ground, and the rest of the Freight Family are either hanging back cautiously, asking if now’s the time to introduce Greaseball to ‘Coal Flakes’, or, in Rusty's case, watching him like a hawk with narrowed eyes just in case he tries anything stupid later.

As for Electra, they just can't help but casually comment that the fastest train in the world isn’t speeding his way out of this one.

Cut back to Ashley, who is now by herself after Buffy has exited the scene for a time. She happens upon an old poster of all four Coaches posing as though for a photo booth, and visibly looks wistful over the thought that they might all be going their separate ways.

At this same time, she isn't quite paying attention as a nearby voice asks her if she's also 'missing the old days', as well as whether or not she'd like to see her group come together again. Thinking that Buffy has returned, Ashley does her best to shrug it all off, as ‘not every Coach sticks around forever’ even if she'd like them to. The voice takes on an impatient, even demanding tone, though, and insists that Ashley herself 'might not last very long' now that steam is about to make a comeback. Unable to ignore her curiosity, Ashley passes through an unseen gate to reveal the impounded C.B., his wheels supposedly locked up so that he can't attempt any more train crashes.

C.B.:

Upon hearing Ashley's question as to why he wasn't torn apart after his own accident, C.B. merely laughs and suggests that it will take a lot more than one mistake to derail him. He also puts the idea into Ashley's head that if she 'ever wants to see her friends again...perhaps it's time to start doing some derailing of her own’.

One more scene between Dinah and Pearl follows after this one, during which Pearl’s asking her to come to the freight yard as expected. Dinah automatically guesses that the ‘rebuilding procedure’ may have been successful, yet just the same has to ask whether or not ‘somebody (Greaseball) is causing trouble again’. Pearl reassures her that ‘the odds are way more in Rusty’s favor now’, yet just the same believes her being there may keep things relatively calm between everyone. As Dinah follows her out, though, the echoes of C.B.’s theme are still replaying in her memory, for even though she and Greaseball may have reconciled…well, there’s always the chance of his old “habits” coming back in other ways.

On a different track, though, as day is turning into night and the surrounding landscape grows dark…there are a few seconds where everything suddenly becomes a dark shade of red, the same sinister voice belonging to ‘The Boss’ orders ‘The Assistant’ to wake up ‘The Other Six’, and that they’ve got some work to do—then the scenery goes back to normal right before all fades to black.

End Part One.

[coquettemouse]

Leo sprinted down the hallway, his sneakers thudding against the floor with quick, muffled sounds. He was late, as usual, and couldn’t let Piper get ahead, even though she had the advantage of being way more organized. Her braids always looked so perfect, while he could barely tie his shoelaces. And her shirt, with that cute yellow Pompompurin dog on it, seemed to shine in contrast to his — a red Gundam t-shirt that he loved because it had a giant (and really cool) robot on it, and made him feel... stronger.

“Did you see what Mrs. Roberts did with the whiteboard today?” Piper asked.

Leo scrunched his face, trying to remember. “Uh, no! But you know what she did last month? She wrote out this equation and we had to figure it out... I think I was the only one who got it right. Like, I nailed it!”

Piper raised an eyebrow. “You? Got it right? I thought you just guessed.”

Leo grinned, adjusting his (incredible) Gundam t-shirt. “Nah, I actually figured it out. It was pretty easy, to be honest. You just have to... hm, think a bit about it.”

Piper rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile. “Okay, Mr. Genius. But I still think I’d rather learn it the normal way.”

Leo shrugged. “Learning’s overrated. Besides, figuring things out is way more fun.”

Piper laughed, but her expression softened as they reached the door to their class. “Here we are,” Leo muttered, though his stomach did a little flip. “Time to face the scary Mrs. Roberts.”

Piper nudged him. “She’s not that bad, you know?”

“Yeah,” Leo grinned, “but it’s more fun if I pretend she’s a robot trying to take over the world.”

Piper shook her head, smiling. “Only you would think that.”

As Leo and Piper walked into the classroom, the hum of chatter and the shuffle of papers filled the air. They made their way to their desks, which were right next to each other, like always. Leo dropped his backpack with a thud, sitting down and immediately pulling out his notebook to doodle.

That’s when he noticed him — a new kid sitting in the far corner, by the windows. He was a white boy with messy blonde hair, his cheeks and shoulders were slightly reddened, like he’d been outside too long or maybe just a little nervous. He wasn’t talking, just sitting there with his hands folded on the desk, staring at his shoes.

Leo leaned over and poked Piper in the arm. “Hey, do you know him?”

Piper glanced over at the new kid, squinting her eyes like she was trying to remember something. “Hmm, I’ve heard some stuff... but no, I don’t actually know him.”

Leo raised na eyebrow, curious. “Well, he definitely looks like he doesn’t wanna be here.”

Piper shrugged. “Maybe he’s just shy. New kids are always weird at first.”

“Yeah, but he looks like he’s hiding something,” Leo muttered, leaning back in his chair, still staring at the boy. “I bet he’s gonna be super interecurious”

Piper rolled her eyes but smiled, repeating herself “Only you would think that.”

The door creaked open, and Mrs. Roberts walked in, carrying a pile of papers. She adjusted her glasses as she set her stuff down on the desk. After a moment, she stood still, scanning the class with a quiet intensity.

Leo couldn’t help but watch her, knowing she was probably getting ready for one of her usual long-winded lectures. But today, it was different. After a solid five minutes of silence, Mrs. Roberts stared around the room, nodding to herself, as if checking something off a mental list.

“Good morning, class,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I hope you’re all ready to get to work.”

There were a few half-hearted “Good mornings” from the students, but Mrs. Roberts wasn’t interested in waiting for a full chorus. She cleared her throat and looked over the class. “Before we get started today, I’d like to introduce you to someone new. This is a new student joining us...”

The new kid — the one with the messy blonde hair — looked up at her but quickly turned his gaze away, focusing on the desk in front of him. His cheeks were still a little pink, his hair falling over his face.

Mrs. Roberts smiled gently and gestured toward him. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to the class?”

The boy hesitated for a moment, his fingers tapping nervously against the desk. Then he took a deep breath and looked around the room. His eyes briefly met Leo’s before he looked away again, sitting up a little straighter. “Uh, I’m Jason Grace,” he said, his voice quiet but clear.

The class went silent for a moment, and Leo couldn’t help but wonder if the kid was always this quiet or if he was just nervous.

Mrs. Roberts gave him na encouraging smile. “Thank you, Jason. Welcome to the class. I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine.”

Piper leaned over to Leo, whispering, “Grace? That’s... na interesting name.”

Leo nodded, his curiosity growing even more. “Yeah... I guess we’ll find out.”

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "What would a tarot reader tell someone about you"

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read about what a tarot reader would tell someone enquiring about you especially if you were their friend, love interest, current/future/destined partner or future spouse (eg. your fs asking a tarot reader about you aka their fs).

i think songs this times should be seen as the enquiring person's thoughts mostly but ofc take as resonates anyway

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life. Inspired by @pbstarot's reading

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

A tarot reader would say that you're very abundant and a good manifestor of your life. You're "golden", a treasure for those who can really find you and see you for who you are: you tend to shy away, probably play down yourself or are a bit introverted/stay a bit on your own. You seem to be good at balancing your life though, I think your introspective nature helps you a lot especially when you deal with anxiety and tough stuff. You may suffer from difficult/transformational times pretty often but you can come out of those as a new person with new found knowledge especially about who you are and your power. This has made you a balanced person. Probably you also have two different endeavours you divide yourself into. You're passionate and hardworking. You probably have a career but you do also volunteer/help others in another way, you can be a reader yourself or be very intuitive/in tune with emotions and have a wide knowledge you like to share with others to give them support and help them out of dark periods. People find you comforting. You're healing your heart at the moment, waiting for the right person to come in but kinda be unsure if they will actually arrive (your person may be smirking at this like "ofc I'm coming, here I am" or kinda opt for a more 18+ thought... whatevs). You may also be pretty romantic and sweet, you're still trying to work through a few fears like trusting the unknown. You have a lot of love to give away, sometimes it feels like you cannot contain it so you may be even thinking about getting a pet or a plant or indeed going volunteering if you aren't yet.

song: you and me | lifehouse

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pile 2

Cheerful person, very well liked in general but also kinda oblivious at times. You don't do it on purpose ofc, it just happens that you get carried away by your emotions, lose track of what is really going on and start living in a fantasy. Maybe you're a bit lonely lately or in an isolation-period in which you're trying to understand yourself a little more. You're probably a bit picky with the people and things you like, but you're aware of that and are trying to change this. It's just that at times, when you get carried away or feel overwhelmed by your feelings and fears, it's not easy to keep calm and keep being determined/hopeful and positive and all. You're a very sunny positive person but when things go wrong, you follow them. You get discouraged, probably kinda easily too. But the moment this happens you have some people around you that can help you see things from the right perspective (or need to find them). You need to communicate your fears and emotions (that's so good). You're probably learning to trust your own guidance too, but you feel better when interacting with others, when having an external support system, be it your person or a group of friends/people you trust. You'll still probably have this need once you will find this person/group, but it won't be too much of a problem cause you're a loving person and it seems everyone loves you no matter what so don't worry too much about feeling needy or difficult, you're not any of these. Anyway, back to the actual reading: the reader at this point may tell this person you'll probably fear being seen as needy and left out so they'll know they only have to try and reassure you it's not so. They seem a very sweet caring person so it won't be a problem.

song: darkside | neoni

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You're powerful, determined and fast-paced... I'd say impulsive tbh at least in most of the things you do. Maybe you're in a burnout or doing too many things at once or just stressing over something. At this moment your energy feels very tired, sleepy. You need to give yourself a break. Probably you're not used to gift breaks to yourself so the reader may suggest this person to take the charge when they notice you're worn out and tell you to go to sleep. You probably need someone to take care of you or teach you how to properly do that for yourself. You're not used at putting yourself first, you were taught to put others in front of you. You have a lot of energy that needs to be released... probably cause you got kinda "blocked" or "caged" by others in the past and therefore you still have loads to dissipate from your body. You need to find your own balance, the heart of the matter, both emotional and mental. You may also be overworking or stressing on something without really giving yourself a break to avoid resolving this problem. It feels like you keep postponing this confrontation with your inner self. Probably it feels too scary cause you don't know what you will find there "it's been ages...". I think there's some inner child wound that you left there and try to keep there inside. Whatever it is, you really need to find you ways to slow down so I guess this person will have to help you in this. Also in taking things slow with you or "you'll get burned". You're passionate also as a lover or friend but again you may tend to rush things and/or come to easy conclusions even when it's not good to do so. Too much overthinking, as not having enough time for others and ourselves, can sabotage our lives more than anything. You will make a decision in the close future as in to decide if to keep going this way or trying to work on what you really want. This person seems determined to help anyway or feels like they have finally understood something so they may either not know you or know you already when asking a tarot reader.

song: slow burn | kacey musgraves

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pile 4

Differently from other piles, we're starting from another pov. This person may ask how they will recognize you or meet you, but the answer lays in how you are (or will be). You'll probably choose your person first for who they are. You know what you want and you go after that without giving up too much. You're focused and are indipendent and seem pretty controlled/strong. You're also calm and know how to differentiate illusions from reality. You know how to make yourself happy and who/what can make you happy. Or at least, you're trying to learn that if you still aren't always aware. You're changing your point of view, you're turning into a more powerful being. I think you may be put in front of a choice or be tested to see if you have changed something from your past. There may be problems related to really knowing your worth and what you deserve, and to receiving love, support and appreciation and welcome that, no matter in what forms it can come. Maybe you had dealt with lot of judgement and lies in your past but this too is coming to a conclusion also thanks to the huge work you have done with yourself. You're probably on the verge of moving from this self inflicted pain towards jumping into the unknown trusting yourself and your guts, leaving what you thought you deserved for what you really deserve. You're also probably working with your inner child at the moment, and try to heal them emotionally so to remind yourself of your power and ability to manifest what you desire. Your person is already finding you very fascinating and may already love you/feel attracted to you (maybe you're their "crush").

song: love you too much | lucky daye