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yourkeeperoftherunners · 4 years

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Slice of Happiness

Plot: AU His friends say he’s obsessed when they see him paying a visit to a new dessert cafe every week. But who can blame him when the cheesecake tastes like a cloud and the attractive cafe worker is there to serve it with a smile?

Rating: G

Characters: Student!Han (Stray Kids) x Reader (Any gender), plus mention of other members.

Notes: Hope everyone is staying healthy and safe! I needed a break from some of the series I’m writing on AFF and the ideas I have planned on tumblr. In an effort to write something cute and lighthearted, I imagined Han visiting a place for one of his favorite desserts regularly for two good reasons. All settings and events are fictional!

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“YAH! GIVE IT BACK!”

His friend smiles slyly as he holds Jisung’s test far out of reach, moving his arm quickly to keep it away. His eyes drifted to the score written at the top in red ink and he huffs as he pushes the test against Jisung’s chest.

“97! Seriously?” Hyunjin whined as he stared in disbelief. “That’s not fair! I swear Professor Danner hates me.”

Jisung smoothed out his test and stuck it into his bag. He continued to walk with Hyunjin and reassured his friend that maybe next time he’d get an A. As they neared the building for Hyunjin’s next class, Hyunjin checked his watch to see how much time he had before the lesson started.

“I forgot, do you have any more classes today or are you done?” Hyunjin asked.

Jisung shook his head and shifted his bag strap, so it sat higher on his shoulder. “I’m done for today,” he said. “I’m gonna go to the cafe.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and glanced in the direction of said cafe. “You go an awful lot. Is it really worth the hype?”

Jisung nodded as he looked across the street, his mood dropping slightly when he saw the line outside. It was the afternoon and that usually happened to be one of the busiest periods for the spot, based on his observations.

A Spot of...Cafe was the newest business near their university that quickly gained popularity for their coffee and freshly made case offerings. This year they partnered with the university to allow students to use some of their meal plan snack points for payment, which saw a rise in foot traffic for the cafe. Jisung liked their cheesecakes, which were made fresh in house every day.

Minho took him around the time they first opened and unlocked an opening week deal by checking in on Yelp. He got Jisung’s coffee for free and in return, Jisung paid for their desserts, a slice of cheesecake for him and a cream-filled choux bun for Minho. The first bite had him hooked and he couldn’t help but visit at least once a week, just to see what new flavors they had.

“Everything’s made fresh there and the people are really nice,” Jisung explained. “Have you gone yet?”

Hyunjin shook his head and confessed that it was too busy most of the time he went. He checked his watch again and excused himself, saying he had three minutes to take his seat.

“You know how she is if you’re a minute late,” Hyunjin sighed, rolling his eyes at the thought of his professor. “If you see something there I might like, can you get it for me?”

“I mean, I can just wait for you after your class,” Jisung confessed. “I’ll eat dinner then come back here when your class ends, and we go to the cafe together. Besides, it usually dies down after the early afternoon rush.”

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“Say it with me. You. Are. Obsessed,” Seungmin said.

Jisung rolled his eyes as he walked faster, forcing Seungmin to jog to catch up with him. After he put his bag back in his room, Jisung ate a light dinner in the cafeteria and happened to run into Seungmin. The latter asked to join him and Hyunjin at the cafe, saying he wanted to get a tea drink for his throat after a tiring vocal lesson.

“What’s wrong with supporting a small business?” Jisung demanded.

Seungmin shot him a look and he extended a hand beyond his sweater paw to poke Jisung’s stomach. Instead of feeling a soft tummy, his finger prodded a firm area of muscle. This made Jisung push his friend’s hand away and he whined about the other’s assumption that he gained weight from frequent visits to A Spot of...Cafe.

“I work out at least 3 if not 4 or more days a week!” Jisung complained. “Minho can vouch for me – he’s making me take that student yoga class on Tuesdays and Thursdays with him.”

Seungmin sighed and apologized for his assumption. “I’m only looking out for your health.”

“I savor the cheesecake when I eat it!” Jisung shot back. “Besides, they make good cheesecake and I got an A on my test. I say it’s worth the slice!”

Hyunjin cleared his throat as he approached the pair during their mini argument. He crossed his arms over his chest and shot them an amused look.

“We’re talking about that cafe, aren’t we?” Hyunjin mused.

Seungmin nodded and the trio began walking to the crosswalk closest to them. “I said he’s obsessed if he goes at least once a week. That’s a lot of cheesecake to eat.”

“Or he’s in love with someone there,” Hyunjin offered. He turned to look at Jisung and noticed his friend was starting to look a little flushed. A smirk tugged at his lips and he asked Jisung if he liked someone who worked there.

“Yah, why would you say–”

“Oho he does,” Seungmin interrupted. “There’s a server/cashier there that always greets him by name and he gets this little lovesick look in his eyes when they talk to him.”

Jisung ducked his head and began walking faster once the walk sign came on. He heard his friends laughing at his secret and he tried to slip inside the cafe before they could catch up. While the cheesecake had been the main reason he came back to the cafe, it didn’t hurt that the attractive server working there happened to be there whenever he visited. Based on his observations, he figured that you were a co-owner or some kind of manager there, as you often got called over to correct mistakes or answer detailed questions about the case offerings. He overheard you telling a neurotic and persistent customer how you baked gluten-free treats in their own pans and had a set of special utensils designated for handling gluten-free items.

“How sure are you?” the customer demanded.

“Sir, I am the head baker here and I am in charge of handling all of our case items,” you reassured him in a soothing voice. “My cousin has Celiac disease and I bake for her all the time. I made sure to adopt the same practices that I did when I bake at home for her.”

“Jisung! You’re coming in later than usual!” you remarked with a smile. “How’s this week treating you, my friend?”

He lifted his head and allowed a small smile to cross his lips. “Yeah I was waiting for a friend to get out of class so we could go together. I’m doing well Sunbae – I got a 97 on my Korean History exam.”

You flashed him a thumbs-up and gestured to the case. “You know I always have the New York Cheesecake, but today I did a Strawberry Swirl and a Lemon Lime one for the summer. I’m afraid we ran out of Chocolate Decadence this morning – sorry!”

“Oh that’s okay,” he said as he studied the shelf with the cheesecakes. “Hmmm...how about Strawberry today?”

“Can we split that? It sounds good,” Hyunjin spoke up as he joined Jisung.

Jisung looked over at him and tried not to pout in front of you. Normally he was hard-pressed to share his treat with anyone else, but he didn’t want to seem rude in front of you.

Seungmin clapped a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder and added that Hyunjin would buy the slice for Jisung if they shared it. This made Hyunjin snap his head toward their friend and you couldn’t help but laugh at the turn of events.

Before Hyunjin could protest, Seungmin stepped up and greeted you politely, ordering a hot tea drink with yuzu, honey, and mint in it. You rang up his order and asked for his payment.

“You take our student snack points?” Seungmin asked.

“Yes we do,” you replied as you accepted his student ID card. You swiped it and watched as the register noted the payment. The drawer popped open and you shut it, before handing over his card and receipt. “I’ll bring that over to you.”

Seungmin thanked her as he left to find a table and Hyunjin sighed as he agreed to buy Jisung’s cheesecake.

“We can get a big slice and you can eat most of it,” Hyunjin promised. He moved to the register and ordered one slice of the Strawberry Swirl cheesecake, along with a decaf coffee.

Jisung thanked him before joining Seungmin at a table in the corner. They watched as Hyunjin pocketed his ID and waited for you to fill a mug with decaf coffee for him.

“Free refills during this visit okay?” you said as you handed him the mug.

“Oh that’s nice, thank you,” Hyunjin murmured with a smile.

“Course, and I’ll get that cheesecake ready for you,” you replied.

Hyunjin carried his mug over to the table and slowly sat down. He raised the mug to his lips and blew on it. He took a tiny sip and looked thoughtful for a moment.

“They didn’t burn it and it tastes better than the cafeteria coffee,” he whispered.

“Anywhere is better than the cafeteria coffee,” Seungmin groaned. “I don’t drink it, but Chris told me that they constantly burn it and sometimes the machine has overflowed. They really need to get it fixed.”

Jisung nodded as he watched you remove the Strawberry Swirl cheesecake from the case. You carried it to the back counter and pulled out a clean cutting knife for his slice. Carefully, you placed the slice onto a plate and grabbed two forks and napkins. The plate, forks, and napkins were placed on a serving tray and you accepted the tea drink from your barista.

“Here we are guys,” you announced as you walked over. You placed the tea in front of Seungmin and then put the slice between Jisung and Hyunjin. “Let me know if you need refills or if you need more honey in the tea.” You carried the tray back to the counter, then headed to the back to check on some of the cookies you were putting on the top shelf.

“Whoa, that’s a BIG slice,” Seungmin emphasized. He grinned knowingly at Jisung, who ignored him as he reached for a fork and cut off a small piece to try.

He closed his eyes as the soft cream cheese, combined with bits of strawberry and strawberry puree hit his tongue. Combined with the graham cracker crust, it was perfection.

“It is good,” Hyunjin spoke up. He glanced at Jisung who was slowly withdrawing the fork from his mouth to reach for another piece. “Ah, are you going to eat it this slowly?”

Jisung scowled at him as he cut a bigger piece off with his fork.

“You have to savor it!” he insisted before parting his lips to to eat the second bite.

Seungmin sighed as he blew on his tea.

“Looks like we’re gonna be here a while...”

#Stray Kids Han #Han Jisung #Stray Kids AU #Han Jisung AU #Stray Kids Hyunjin #Stray Kids Seungmin #yourkeeperoftherunners original #number 2969

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summahsunlight · 4 years

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We Belong to the Stars, CH.2

Word Count: 1930

Paring: Poe/OFC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Kylo Ren

A Resistance spy has sent vital information about the First Order’s super weapon before his untimely death at the hands of Kylo Ren. Now, it's a race against time to obtain the information before the First Order destroys it. Leia sends members of the Resistance's top squadron in the hopes that they can track the information down before its too late.

Chapter One/AO3

Echo of Hope, somewhere in the Outer Rim

Kaleb Skywalker couldn’t help but feel the buzz around the Resistance that morning as he made his way to the command center. After arriving back on the Echo of Hope late the previous night, he hadn’t opened up that much to the Force, too exhausted from his latest recon mission. Something of importance had happened the night before, otherwise, there wouldn’t be a constant buzz around the cruiser like there was now.

There had been no time to debrief with his aunt and the other admirals the previous night, therefore, no time for his aunt to let him know what was going on. Kaleb adjusted his orange flight suit as he stepped into the command center, brightly greeting Kaydel Ko Connix. “Good morning, Lieutenant. Any chatter we should be worried about?”

Connix tossed him a tense look. “No. But it is only zero-seven hundred hours. Give the First Order the chance to have their morning caf.”

He laughed before tapping on the glass to the situation room. Kaleb threw her a smile over his shoulder and saw her cheeks flush. “Okay, I’ll give them the chance to have their morning cup of caf… but after that, if they’re quiet I might be a little upset.”

“Very funny,” Connix snapped at him as he stepped inside the situation room.

“I think she’s starting to like me,” Kaleb tossed at Korr.

“Sure,” Korr said, with a shake of her head. “You realize you annoy her.”

Kaleb shrugged his shoulders. “I used to be able to annoy my sister like that; now she’ll land a right hook to my jaw.” He rubbed his jaw for good measure. “I wish I had never taught her how to punch.”

Korr chuckled as the doors to the situation room opened again and Leia breezed in. The General hugged her nephew before positioning herself behind the table, and Korr stepped forward handing her a datapad. “The Commander was busy last night, guess he didn’t follow your orders to get some rest.”

Leia smiled as she took the datapad. “I didn’t expect him too; those orders were more of a suggestion. You saw how tired he looked, Korrie.” Her brown eyes scanned the information in front of her. “I see that he’s already got those new recruits sorted into squadrons—well, at least he’s efficient and works fast.”

“Who are we talking about?” Kaleb questioned, and then he saw the look that came over his aunt’s face. “Aunt Leia?”

“I went to Mirrin Prime, last week,” Leia informed her nephew.

Mirrin Prime. Kriff. Poe. Kaleb felt pent up fury bubbling to the surface. Poe had been his best friend, he’d meant more to Evelyn, and he’d turned his back on them. “Why?” he growled out. He could see that his tone of voice made Korr anxious. “Why would you go there? Did he turn you down again? Swear that he has some damn oath to the Republic and therefore couldn’t possibly leave his post?”

Leia was about to answer him, but it was Poe’s voice that spoke next, startling Kaleb. “No. I didn’t turn her down this time,” the commander responded, calmly.

Kaleb clenched his jaw and turned slightly to face his old friend. Poe looked apologetic, but that didn’t change things. It didn’t change how abandoned Evelyn had felt, how hurt Kaleb had been, and he did the only thing that he could think of doing—he punched him, hard in the jaw. “That was for my sister,” he snarled.

Poe rubbed his jaw, while Leia cursed at Kaleb and Korr looked on in horror. He put his hand up when Leia was about to go into a rant at her nephew, and he cracked a small grin. “General, we both know I deserved that.” He straightened his shoulders and took a step back from Kaleb. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, nor am I seeking it. I came here because it was the right thing to do. I only wish I had realized it sooner, Kaleb. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry!” Kaleb shouted at him. “For what? Breaking her heart? Leaving us just after our mother died? Turning your back on your friends when we needed you the most? What exactly are you sorry for, Poe?”

“All of it,” Poe whispered, spreading his hands out in front of him. “Every single thing you just said.”

Well, kriff, how am I supposed to respond to that? Kaleb thought, just as the rest of the admirals joined them. He shifted, anxiously on his feet, still not sure what to make of Poe showing up. Of all the people to wander into the fray—it had to be Poe.

Thankfully it appeared that the others were not privy to his family’s personal history with their newly acquired commander; Kaleb knew that Poe’s position was important, they needed someone with the piloting skills and military savvy to be in charge of the squadrons, and they did not need the higher ups to be distrustful of him based on the drama surrounding Leia, Kaleb, and Evelyn. Actually, more the drama around Poe and Evelyn, but still… the rest of my family is involved in some way…

To his credit, Poe charmed the others, just like he always did, Kaleb realized. He just had a natural way about reading a room, about flashing a smile at the right time, and by the end of the meeting, he had everyone feeling more hopeful.

Connix raised an eyebrow at him when Kaleb emerged from the situation room. “Who’s the new guy?”

Kaleb clenched his fists at his sides. “Poe Dameron, our new wing commander.”

“You don’t seem thrilled,” she pointed out.

“I… we have… we have a past,” he stated, simply.

“A past?” Connix questioned, surprise in her voice. “What… kind of past?”

“Yeah, the he broke my sister’s heart past,” Kaleb spat, angrily before he stalked off towards the hanger. Instantly he felt bad for spilling the biggest, juiciest piece of gossip since a couple of pilots from Green Squadron had been caught in a storage locker…

… it wasn’t like the Resistance didn’t gossip about who Evelyn dated already, or that she was obviously in love with someone else…

Kaleb had just given them the identity. It’s not like they wouldn’t have found out, eventually. Just rip the bandage off and get it done and over with. Except, kriff, Skywalker, you probably just inadvertently put your sister in a bad place, hearing that Poe has joined the Resistance through gossip and not from you, or Aunt Leia. Nice going, he thought, bitterly as he stepped into the hanger. He immediately could see that Poe was looking for someone and he swallowed his pride for a moment to approach the new wing commander. “She’s not here.”

Poe looked almost relieved. “Where is she?”

“D’Qar, on the Resistance’s base.”

“Is she…”

“Coming here anytime soon? Not that I know of, unless my aunt has changed her assignment.”

“I know I can’t avoid her forever, but… at least it gives me a little more time to think about what I’m gonna say to her.”

Kaleb sighed, sadly. He suddenly felt bad for punching the commander. “Sorry… about before…when I hit you.”

Poe smiled at him, easily. “I meant what I said—I deserved it.” His smile faded and his brown eyes grew sad. “I never wanted to hurt her, Kaleb. I know that I did a lousy job of that, but you have to understand that my intentions were never to hurt her like I did.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s why I can't stay mad at you,” Kaleb snapped. “I’m not forgiving you…”

“I don’t want you too,” Poe replied. “I didn't come here seeking forgiveness."

“Listen, I never said I wasn’t going to forgive… just… I need more time.”

“Do you think she can forgive me?” Poe asked, so quietly that Kaleb wasn’t sure he had heard him.

He wants to know if she still loves him. Kaleb looked away for a moment, thinking about how many nights Evelyn had cried herself to sleep after leaving the Republic, how many times she would go into central command after the base on D’Qar was set up, asking after Poe… if he had reached out to her… if he had perhaps changed his mind and joined the Resistance… “You’re going to have to ask her that yourself,” he answered. He saw the pain in Poe’s dark brown eyes; Evelyn had not been the only one suffering all these years. “You still have feelings for her,” he sighed.

His fists clenched at his sides and Poe nodded. “If we’re going to be honest—yes, I still have feelings for her. You don’t know how many nights I laid in my bunk, thinking about her, thinking about just getting in my X-wing and coming to find the Resistance—but then I thought of my oath, my squadron—and what my father would think. He taught me to always follow through with my commitment and I foolishly told myself that he would be disappointed in me if I left the Navy for the love of a woman.”

Kaleb frowned. He knew Kes well enough that that would not have been the case; if Poe had just explained to his father why he was leaving, Kes would have understood. “Kes would tell you that you’re a kriffing moron.”

Poe tossed him a said smile. “He did; when I talked to him the other day, before coming here. He specifically said it’s about damn time you stopped being an idiot, son.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Kes,” Kaleb couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at his best friend, a slight pang in his chest at how easy it was to talk to him. He’d missed Poe too, not in the same sense as his sister, of course, but he’d missed having that confident he could go to whenever he needed to just talk. “Hey, Poe,” he said, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulder, “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I’m here too,” Poe said, “I finally feel like I’m doing something to combat the First Order. The Republic is more than happy to just ignore what is going on.”

"How can they just keep ignoring the information we're gathering for them?"

"Half of them are bought and paid for by the First Order is my guess."

So, why is Korrie always going to the Senate to give them updates if they aren't listening? Is it just lip service? Kaleb thought, feeling disheartened. He should have known when the Senate turned a blind eye after the destruction of the Jedi Temple that things were not going to look up for the Resistance. He sighed, heavily. "Five years ago, you said that it would take something devastating to wake them up. I had hoped it was the complete annihilation of the Jedi... guess I was wrong."

Poe placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and gently squeezed it. "For them, it was easier to look the other way because it happened so far away from their world. Something catastrophic is going to have to happen right in front of them in order for them to see that we're right."

Kaleb took a deep breath and moved out from underneath Poe's hand. He needed to clear his head; his squadron was due out for patrol. Once he returned from completing his duties he would think about the impending doom he felt in his gut. Kaleb didn't even need the Force to feel it this time.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #black squadron #poe dameron #kaleb skywalker (oc)#evelyn skywalker (oc)#leia organa #snap wexley #kare kun #jess pava #Iolo arana #kylo ren #poe x oc #han x leia #we belong to the stars

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nautiscarader · 6 years

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I have an idea fo a prompt : Yumalia (married) where Amalia does a bellydance to Yugo, her outfit could be inspired by deviantart epictones Amalia-Bellydancer

Great idea for a @smutember prompt. Not exactly married, but I think you’ll be satisfied. Also, @epictones has a blog here, that’s the post in question.

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Striptease, Yumalia, 1.7k, M.

- Ami! I’m sorry!

Yugo’s words died in the tumult of many people on the busy streets of Bonta, as he followed his girlfriend, walking just a bit faster from sheer frustration.

- Hmph! - she grunted when he portal’d himself out of nowhere, turning her head to the other side. - Amalia, I said I am sorry… - Tell that to HER! - she roared, crossing her arms.

Yugo sighed. Just half an hour ago, the couple was having a splendid shopping day in the huge city of Bonta. And then, out of nowhere, another sight caught Yugo’s attention, just for a fraction of second, but it was enough to rise alarm for Amalia. On a small square between the tenement houses, dancers on stage entertained the crowd, and as it happened, one of the female ones gave Yugo a wink… It didn’t help that she was a Sadida as well, and that her outfit was, as Amalia has put it, “scandalous”.

Yugo didn’t remind her that she used to wear equally skimpy clothes, because at this point, blood was already boiling inside the Sadida princess, urging her to rush from the crowd towards their hotel, forcing Yugo to catch up with her and sort out the situation. But Yugo knew better that with Amalia sometimes even the smallest of inconveniences would make her lose her temper, and sadly Yugo has not found a guaranteed counter-measure for that.

- I… I need to walk it off! - she said suddenly, stopping in place and stomping her feet. - We’ll meet at the hotel later. - she turned away, prompting her animated doll, carrying her shopping bags to follow her. - Ami! I said I was sorry! - Yugo cried after her, but his girlfriend disappeared in the crowd, trying to distract herself with the items displayed in the shopping windows.

Despondent, Yugo turned on the spot and walked the other way.

He too needed some time to let his own frustration die down, and he spent it loitering between the shops open until late hours, alongside the riverbank, and even pass the same, now empty square the dancers have set up their show.

He returned to their hotel with the rest of their items they bought and slowly walked up the stairs, thinking of some good opening line. He had at least a dozen different ones, and even though he knew he wasn’t guilty of anything he’d have to at least try to sound apologetically.

Yugo opened the door, and cautiously walked into their dimly lit room, knowing from the gentle rustling noises that Amalia was in.

- Ami… Amalia, I’m sorry that-

Yugo said it with his head lowered, but as soon as he raised it up, words died in his throat. At first, he thought that he was looking not at his girlfriend, but at the damn bellydancer, especially when she gave him another alluring wink. But there was no mistake: it was Amalia, dressed in highly decorative skirt, the multitude of accessories around her neck, belly and waist giving the illusion that her outfit was decent and not revealing at all. However, a single move of her hips gave the trick away; long, leafy parts of her skirt opened up like petals for a moment, showing her long legs, thick thighs and a small triangle of cloth that otherwise might be called panties.

Her breasts bounced with her every move, and only the pearl necklace hid the fact that a stronger pull could rip the upper part of her attire in half. But it was her headdress that caught Yugo’s attention the most. A delicate, intricate veil covered her face, though even in the limited light, he could see her hypnotizing, seductive gaze, and, unmistakably, a smile.

- Ah, I’ve been waiting for you. Sit down…

With a gentle move of her arms, she directed Yugo to their bed, giving him for a moment a first glimpse of her equally beguiling backside. He dropped the bag somewhere in the corridor, and followed her, realising only now that her bra wasn’t tied behind her back at all, showing him more of her appetising naked body.

- What is your name? - she asked playfully, smiling again at the flabbergasted Eliatrope - And how would like to call me, handsome? - Uh, Ami? - he scratched his head in confusion. - Ami. That is my name for tonight… - she raised her brow expectantly. - Yugo - he gulped, following her instructions, as he finally understood what game Amalia was playing - My name is Yugo. - Odd name for an Enutrof. - Amalia spoke, turning her back on him, as she walked further into the room, illuminated only by candles.

Once his eyes adapted to the weird lighting, he noticed a gramophone set in the corner, though he was more than sure their room didn’t have one. Has she borrowed it from the owner? Bought it in one of many antique shops? Those details mattered no more when Amalia put on a record, and smooth, soothing music filled their room, as Yugo was given sight of her amazing body once more.

Walking to the slow rhythm, Amalia swayed her hips with every step, until her whole figure was illuminated by the candles set on their nightdrawers. When he was just inches from him, he instinctively reached his hands and closed his eyes, puckering his lips to place a kiss at her exposed belly, but a sudden pain brought him to his senses.

- No touching! You only paid for the show… - she scolded him, slapping his hand. - Ami… - he huffed in frustration when he understood his position.

Amalia continued her role, dancing to the music, giving him excruciatingly slow view of her all sides, letting Yugo marvel at the details on her outfit that hid her most important features. When she made a particularly fast twist, the hem of her skirt flew up, and Yugo had to restrain himself again from grabbing her bottom and sinking his face between her buttocks. But Yugo needed even more willpower when Amalia turned around and leaned on him, giving him an unobstructed sight of her naked, ample breasts and her nipples. How Amalia has gotten rid of her bra in such a short amount of time was beyond Yugo’s comprehension, but as a result only the necklace covered her bosom now, if one could call that “covering”…

His instincts took over him again, and he leaped to his feet, about to pin Amalia to the ground, but she was prepared for that. Four vines shot from the wooden beams of their bed and immobilised him in place, just when his mouth was about to close around one of her nipples.

- Should I call the manager? You could be thrown out faster from out fine establishment than you’d think…

Contrary to her pretence anger, she continued her show, taking one part of her leafy skirt at a time, revealing her buttocks at first, and then her thighs, leaving the most important one still in place. When she turned around again, giving him a sight of her bottom, Yugo caught a glimpse of her juices, trickling down her thigh, glistening in the flickering light, and that only strengthened the discomfort in his pants that has been steadily building up since Amalia begun her show.

And sure enough, when Amalia turned on the spot, and ripped the only remaining part of her attire, the panties Yugo have caught glimpse of before were gone, giving him a stunning view of her green trimmed bush above her enticing opening. The sight made Yugo groan again, and Amalia seemed to realise the pain Yugo was in, as she let her vines loose their integrity, setting him gently down on the bed. She hasn’t called them off, but Yugo could at least move freely, though now, more than ever, he decided to behave.

- If you’d like to deal with that… - Amalia pointed to the bulge in his pants - …then feel free to do so, though gods help you if you leave a mess. Unless… - Unless?

A wicked smile appeared on her face, when she heard the desperation in his voice.

- Unless you want *me* to help you. A handjob would be two hundred Kamas, a blowjob three, three-fifty if you want me to swallow… - she begun counting, listing her “offers” - …same for titjob, same extra for a facial, and, well, if you’d like to have *me*, you’d have to pay at least a thousand… - How much will this give me? - Yugo suddenly interrupted, breaking her concentration.

Amalia turned her head, and it was time for her to suddenly lose her words, as they got stuck in her throat. Her eyes widened, when she saw that Yugo was on his knee, presenting her a box with a shining, golden emerald ring inside, unmistakably matching the colour of her hair. Before she could give him a permission, he took her hand and slid the ring on her finger, confirming her suspicion on how well it fitted her.

- W…Well… - she stuttered.

A devilish smirk of revenge appeared on Yugo’s face when her voice cracked, and Amalia knew that no matter what she’d say, she was no longer in control, especially since she had hard time gathering her thoughts at all.

- Uh, yes, I think that, that will… Cover a few… Few… sessions…

Next thing she knew a strong push from her back made her trip onto the bed, straight into Yugo’s arms, once he took one of it out of his portal. Her lips joined his in a long, consolatory kiss that explained their feelings better than any apology would. Just like her clothes vanished almost magically before, so did his, and a moment later Yugo was towering over her, with only his hat on his head.

- Maybe I will even let you cum inside me for free… - Amalia moaned, before Yugo dived inside her, ready to enjoy the lifelong services he just paid for.

#yumalia #yugo x amalia #wakfu #smutember #smutember 2k18 #colorfulfirehideout

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x23xwolverine · 6 years

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I lived a lonely life. Always had. I was taught to kill and it was all I knew. I never had a normal life. My mother gave me life but I am a clone of Wolverine. I spent years since childhood killing for this agency that raised me. Raised me to kill. The men in white used everyhing on me. But if I said no, they used a trigger scent and forced me to kill innocent lives. It wasn't my intention, but I had to do it for them. My handler, Kimura was invincible, I couldn't harm her. But she always punished me if I failed or something. I was actually trained to kill Wolverine. Originally. But I didn't. I did track him down after escaping the facility with my mother. But they put a trigger scent on her and in the end I killed her too. That guilt has eaten me alive ever since. I haven't had any parental figure since. I had to find myself. See things I never seen. I tried joining the X-Men, some didn't approve of me except a girl named Dust. She knew what I was going through. She understood. She saw me differently. My guess is her beliefs. But I met Logan who is Wolverine. He sensed what I went through and accepted me as his own. He looked out for me. I looked at him as a father figure. He had the same letter written to me from my mother. I read it. I cried. I had tried to find a purpose in myself. To go places. But I wasn't alone. I read the letter everyday my mother had written before she died. I knew somewhere she is watching over me. Off a clone would believe that, but I do believe it. I have a soul. I have light inside me. But I feel darkness in my heart all the time. I have claws in my knuckles which is two on each hand and claws in both my feet. Getting them laced with adamantium was horrific experience for me. It was in a way.........scary. They even made me watch how to kill and forced my eyelids to stay open. Until I was thirteen years old, I ended those who hurt me. But here I am in my mid to late teens, now carrying a mantle of my father Wolverine. There should always be someone herioc. I chose this life to save lives. A chance to redeem myself. I don't many bad things in the past. I was once a prostitute, but ended that after walking away from the pimp. He has tried to find me, but he can't make me do it again. No one can. I'm my own person. It was a normal day for me. I went shopping and enjoyed it fo once. Not my taste but I am a girl. I looked at clothes and tried them on in dressing rooms. They fit well. I couldn't help but smile. As I was going up to pay for the clothes I picked out, a man came up in an attempt to rob me. I punched him in the face and flipped over him then retracted my claws. He turned around to face me and tried to fire his gun at me. My body took every impact of the bullets. Instead of falling over, I kept walking toward him with claws out. He kept firing his weapon at me and blood splattered on my clothes and they wounds healed up. My healing factor kicked in as I moved closer toward this man. He must be either stupid or crazy. Dealing with a mutant who can probably kick his ass. But that won't matter now. Man: Bitch why won't you die?!! "Because I'm special." I noticed the woman looked frightened so I let my claws go back into my knuckles and went toward this man and punched him in the face. I pulled him away from the counter and held him down. I raised my hand up and claws retract out again and he just laughed at me. I held him down as I stood above him. Man: Special?! You're one of thos mutants aren't you?? This is no place for you!! That pissed me off and I struck my claws into his gut and he screamed out in pain from being stabbed. I had blood covered on my outfit I wore. This thug ruined my shopping errand. I looked over at the woman at the counter and told her to call 911. It wasn't long until the police came. Woman: She saved my life! Mutant or not, she's a hero! A girl like me with a tragic past saved a life today. I paid for my clothes and was allowed to change into them after paying. The man was injured after I struck him. I washed blood off my clothes at a laundry mat. Yes I knew how to wash clothes. Ororo once showed me how when I stayed at Utopia outside of San Francisco. The blood stains were able to come out in some, but I had to get out of there and head back to where I was staying. I had a place of my own. I watched snow fall from my apartment as I sat there reading the letter again. I sipped hot cocoa as I sat there at the window seat looking at the words my mother wrote. It made me mourn for her. So I got up and went over to a candle shrine I had set up and out of with a picture of my mother. I felt lost. One of these days I hope to be able to get what I wanted. To be normal. So I blew out the candle and went to my book shelf to pull out a book. Pinocchio. She used to read this to me when I was little. I kept it along with other fairy tales. I sat there in my bedroom reading it before bed and fell asleep with it laying across my lap. Sometimes those with a tragic past love happily later on. At least that's what I was told. I try to do good to help others now. I want to change. It's what I want. I know I know. Why is Laura acting soft? Because I want what's best for me.

#X23 #Laura Kinney #Rp

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ritingsandwramblings · 7 years

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Tom and Jerry: a story told by Jess at modnght when shes fucking losing it

so to give you a taste of what happens when i write late at night, heres what happened last time i turned off autocorrect and wrote at 2 am.

*backstory: my friend asked for an essay prompt so i said “prostitute falls in love with her recent customer: a pineapple” bc i was already tired and losing it and she was like “ok essay on pineapples” and said something in her essay for class “my friend jess is currently writing a story about a pineapple. it is very good” anyway i daid “what if the pineapples the prostitute” and she said “DUCK” bc typo so i decided the customer would be a duck named tom (bc we decided the pineapples name was jerry lmao) so here yall go look forwsrd to the pen15 fic tomorrow morning when i wake up and reread and remember what i did lmao

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“Who is Jerry to you? To some, he was just a pineapple, one you would skin and eat with other fruits yum yum slurp. But jerry was more than just a pineapple to m to me he was my friend my besyest friend. jerry was a kind souk. he was the sweetest pineapple i ever darn did meat lol. it all started the many years aho when i first met jerry…

"hey bois wanna prace of this sweet poneapple ass i make ur cum taste like gods piss you knownyou want that bby” jerry called to various passerbys on the bussy street. he didnt want his life to come to this knviously but he was a poor lil poneapple dude and needed the money somehow and in this day and age mobody would hire a pienapple like him everybody wanted to hire bananas and grapes these days. jerry was just happy the apples were off the market man did he hate competing against apples. they aalways thought they were so perfect because they were round amd shiny and a pretty dark shade of red or sometimes they were a pretty shiny green and yellow and the green snd yellow ones tasted discisting but they didnt care they thought they were the shit. they were so happy about theyre lil botch ass woden stems and made fun of jerry bc of his big ass leafy stem. it hurt jerrys feelings and he wished that he wasnt distantly related to the apples they wrre like second cousins twice temoved or some shit but still he shared a name woth them. he wished hcould be pinekiwi instead man the kiwis were hella cool unlike the bitch ass apples. suddly, a duck walked by. he was walking to a nearby lemonade stand to buy some grapes bc he was stuck in 2011 when he noticed jerry selling hid hot ass pornapplr body on the street cornee. he was instantly distracted from his previous missio of getting some hot ass grapes when he saw jerry. his spikeh yellow spokes. his long hreen leaves. everything about jerry made this duck wanna cross the streey so he did.

“ay tou walkin or workin baby” the duck called to the pineapple. the pineapple turned and blished.

“im working but i guess i could walk for you,” jerry giggled ad twirled a leaf making a seductive seg deg face at the duck, “whats your name bby?”

“im tom, and you are?”

“jerry. but you can all me big papple. its like pineapple but just the p and then apple and it sorta looks like papi get it lol”

“oh yeah i got it baby, how much you charge?”

“no charge for tou, for now bbay”

“in thta case lets fo”

jerey followed tom back to his place the two amking out once they got there with lots of tongue idk how kissing works bc im megavirgin™ but go with it. tom quacked in excitement as jerry ruffled his feathers literally. tom ran his beek through jerrys leafs, the two noth groaning ar the action. the two had logs of fun ifyaknowhatimean for a while and laid there happily. tom fell asleep and jerry looked lovingly at him but then was sad bc he was just a prostitute and he couldnt sgay with tom he needed money. so he left without a note or goodbye and cried as he walked to a new dtreet corner hoping tom wouldnt find him again.

jerry had many more custmers since he left tom. jerry hadnt seen tom since but tom watched jerry from afar bit it wasnt creepy he loved jerry and watched him bc he wanted to slirp his yum yum yummyness. one day jerry started to look worn down and tired after being a prositute to some scummy cucumber. tom risked everything and walked up to jerry askig ifmjerry was okay.

“jerry?”

“t-tom senpai!?” jerry stutterdd and di a anime gasp like “uh-hUH”

“yes its me jerry im sorry i couldnt just let you goni had to know youre safe are you okay baby”

“mo bby im sorry i got the hiv from a rotten old cucumner but he paid good morny but im not gonna libe so take the money tom ily”

“oh shit ilyt jerry” tom said. he leaned in for a kis agter taling the money when suddenly jerry droped his lesfs hitting the floor. he was ded he died from the cucumber hiv.

“NKOOOOOOOOOO” tom yelle as passerbys watched and slowly sang.

“mmmmmm watchaa sayuyyyyy mmmmr hat you only meant weellllll” they sang…

jerry and is love was short but it was meaningful. i may just be a duck and he may be a pineapple but together we were the romro and hulejt of modern times man and ill never get over losing my papple" jerry wiped a tear from his eye and ran from the cuneral service quaking about the loss of his papple.

chapter 2 coming soon…

*edit this was copied and pasted straigt from my notes so idk if midnight me will write a chapter two lmao

#pen15 coming soon #oc #short story

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