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I was once on a trip with a bunch of friends and family when I accidentally kicked my digital camera into a stream while on a hike. Despite desperate efforts to dry it off the camera stopped working almost immediately. Since I was broke and had a pretty limited knowledge of electronics repair, my immediate solution was to get a shit load of dry rice to try and do the cellphone in rice thing asap.
Fortunately everyone was immediately on board with this mission to try and save my camera so we all ended our hike, piled into two cars, and drove straight to a grocery store where I ran inside and bought four pounds of rice and nothing else. It wasn’t until we were back at the hotel and I was pouring several pounds of rice into a paper bag with my camera that one of the dudes on the trip was like “ohhhhh that’s why we were in such a rush”
YALL. This dude had somehow missed the entire debacle with the camera and had just been going along with the flow in what he assumed was some sort of bizarre uncontrollable rice lust on my part. He literally thought I was so frantic to eat some rice that I ended a hike and made everyone come with me to buy bags and bags of the stuff. I was like DUDE WHY WOULDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING and he was just like eh I didn’t think twice about it I thought maybe you were just super hungry and we were being supportive 😵‍💫
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scarletwinterxx · 18 hours
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fool for you - mark lee dad scenario
a bit late to this but OH MY GOD MARK LEE GIRL DAD😭🥺😭🥺 we already know he's going to be the best dad to his kids in the future🤍🤍
you already know my feels went through the roof after seeing that cli[ so here's another mark dad scenario and can you believe this is the 10th one OMGGGGGG anyways i hope you like it!
part1: day with dad mark lee
part2: another day with dad mark lee
part3: a day with the lee's
part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs
part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's
part6: first love and kisses
part7: naps and baby kicks
part8: then there was three
part9: just like you
For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.
and if you want, u can buy me coffee(totally optional but any donation is very much appreciated!) thank you🥺💛
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"in my next life, I think I'll become a fool for my daughter"
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"Lovie, can you stay with Minjee? I'm just going to the mall with Minjung to get new shoes and a few other stuff for the baby" you tell your husband who is currently on the sofa resting.
It's around that time again when you're counting down the days until the new baby comes, this time the two of you choose to keep the gender a surprise. You won't find out until you give birth. There's an on going bet in your household whether it'll be a girl or a boy.
"Why don't I come with him? You sure you okay to go out?" he asks, watching you struggle putting on your shoes. He chuckles before walking toward you, kneeling down to put it on for you even double tying the shoelaces just to be sure.
"It's okay, besides the doctor said it's healthy to walk around. And we both know it'll be easier to look after Minjung then Jee" you laugh, your husband agreeing with you
"She's the main character, we're all just living in her world" he says
You smile at Mark, giving him a kiss before getting your purse and keys.
"Call me if you need anything" he tells you
"Minjung, let's go" you shout, your son appears from the staircase ready to go
"You already know, buddy. Take care of mom, okay? Call me if something happens" he gives his son a quick hug before watching the two of you drive away
The two of you finished the errands and is now getting a quick snack before heading home. You like having one on one time with your kids. It helps you keep a closer relationship with them. And even though you know the two siblings get along very well, you still make it a point to spend time with them one by one. And so does Mark.
"Is there anything else you need, buddy?" you ask your son
He shakes his head, taking a bite of his sandwich. You smile watching him, it feels just like yesterday you were sitting in the backseat with newborn Minjung in the baby car seat on your way home from the hospital and now he's 13.
"How do you feel about getting another sibling?"
He looks at you, it's like looking at Mark's eyes. They same round, adorable chocolate eyes you love so much.
"Excited. It'll be cool if it's a boy. I'll teach him to play basketball and bike. It's okay too if it's a girl" he shrugs
"You know mommy and daddy loves you very very much"
"I know, I love you too" he smiles back at you
When you get home, Minjee welcomes you excitedly asking if you got her a cakepop which Minjung hands over to his sister
"Wah thank you, oppa! Dad look oppa got me a pink cakepop!" she screams excitedly, running to wherever Mark is. You and Minjung follow her, Mark in the kitchen getting dinner ready
"Cool, but you can have that after dinner okay? Na uh don't give me that look, missy. I ordered chicken just like you asked" the father-daughter banter continues
The two siblings help set up the table while you stay in the kitchen with Mark, "How did it go?" Mark asks you
"Good, we had fun. You sound like you had fun too" you joked
"I swear she knows how to make me says yes" he mumbles, you walk towards him, giving him a side hug
"You love her" you tell him with a chuckle and a kiss on the jaw
"That I do. I'd do anything for our kids" he says, looking down at you. He kisses you on the nose, eliciting giggles from you before breaking away
"Okay, dinner time!"
After dinner and everyone finished with their night time routines, it's finally time to call it a night.
You lay on your side of the bed, getting the pregnancy pillow ready
"Can I keep that after?" Mark asks, you watch him step out of the shower. Towel hanging on his hips while he dries his hair with another
"No" you tell him with a tight smile, Mark laughs before walking towards the dresser to get clothes
"Oh come on, let me enjoy the view some more"
"Woman, you are already pregnant" he tells you, playfully throwing the towel he was drying his hair with towards you. He puts on his sleeping shorts, leaving the shirt behind. He goes out the room to check all doors before going to bed
He turns towards you, the two of you face to face.
"Just a few more days and it'll be five of us" he whispers. His hand resting on your belly
"I'm calling it, this one will look like you again" you tell him
"You love us"
"That I do, I love you and all versions of you. Especially the little humans we made" you smile at him. He scoots closer to kiss you. Kissing you on the lips then on your cheeks a few time until you were laughing.
"Okay, time to rest. Goodnight, baby. I love you" he tells you
"Love you"
Minjung woke up to something poking his back, groggily looking to see Minjee
"Jee? What?"
The girl hiccups, still crying. This woke Minjung up more, sitting up on his bed and turning the bedside light on,
"Why are you crying? Did you have a bad dream?" he asks
"Will mom and dad not let me live here when the baby comes?" she asks, her tiny voice breaking
"What? of course not" her brother immediately answers. He gets out from under the blanket to hug his sister, wiping a few tears running down her face
"When you were born, I was so excited. Dad took me to the hospital to meet you. You had this big bow on, you were crying a lot too" he tells her
"You were there?" she asks
Minjung smiles "Yea, dad even helped me to carry you. You were really tiny. When the new baby comes, we'll go together to meet them"
"Will you still play with me when they come?"
"Of course I will, we're bestfriends right? You gave me this" he says, showing the beaded bracelet Minjee made for him. Similar to what she's wearing.
"You promise? You'll still get me cakepops?"
"Of course, pinkypromise"
The two siblings lock pinky fingers, the younger one finally smiling.
"Wait here okay?" Minjung says before going out of his room and carefull walking towards his parents bedroom. Knocking lightly before going in.
He walks towards Mark's sleeping figure, tapping him awake
"Huh what wha huh?? Minjung? Are you okay? What's happening?" Mark asks, sitting up immediately
"What time is it?" he asks, looking for his phone to see it's 2am
"Minjee woke up crying, she's in my room now"
Mark stands up carefully, looking over at your sleeping figure before quickly putting on a shirt and walking out with Minjung
"She okay? bad dream?"
"No uh it's about the new baby"
His son didn't need to elaborate anymore, already getting a hint why his babygirl was crying.
When the two walks back to Minjung's room, Jee still sitting there.
"Hey, Jee. Come on, dad will come with you. Goodnight buddy, thank you for being a good brother" Mark tells his eldest, kissing him on the head before stepping out of the room with the younger one
"Do you want warm milk before going back to bed?" Mark asks the 6 year old girl, getting a no from her
When they get to Minjee's room, the two sat on the bed
"Are you sad right now?" Mark asks his daughter
"Will you still love Jee when the baby comes?" Jee asks and Mark crumbles
"Oh my girl, of course I will. I'll love you longer than forever and that's a long long long time. You'll always be my princess. Even after the new baby comes, mom and dad might need to spend more time with them but that doesn't mean we love you and your brother any less" he tucks her hair behind her ear, pinching her cute round cheeks she definitely got from you.
"Can dad have a hug?" he opens his arms, Minjee scooting in her father's embrace
"Always remember, dad loves you so so much. I'd give you the moon and all the stars if you want. If you ever feel sad you can come and talk to me okay?"
He feels the younger one nod. Tucking her in bed, giving her a kiss on the forehead before calling it a night (again)
When he gets back to your room, he slides under the sheets then he feels you search for him
"Min?" you mumble
"Here, baby. Go to sleep" he leans over to give your temple a kiss. He sees a sleepy smile on your lips before your heads goes down on the pillow again.
Just like that everyone was asleep again, but before he fades into dreamland he says a silently thank you to heaven for this life. Ready and excited to face tomorrow with his family.
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2.2k / 16 / gym buddy Gaz, part 4 (takes place immediately after doing push-ups with Gaz and distracting Gaz as he's counting reps and teasing your gym buddy Gaz a little too much)
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You were always so goddamn distracting. Now that he has you, he’s gonna make it worth his time. He’s gonna get his mouth on every teasing part of you. Everything under those form-fitting workout clothes. And he’s gonna do it right here against the shower wall.
He pulls at your hips, grunting in pleasure as you grind against him, squeezing him back. You explore every bit of him that's exposed and then a few bits that aren't. It feels greedy to take every inch of him you can reach. You shouldn't be doing this. It's not like you to go so far with someone you're not dating. But Gaz is... God, he's something else. You'd swear right now he's the only man on earth who deserves your attention.
Gaz grunts with approval against your mouth and presses you against the shower wall more forcefully, burying his face into the side of your neck. You shove your hips against him harder, wanting more of him.
He slips his hand into your shorts to stroke your inner thigh. You let out a stuttering breath. Your head falls back into the tile wall with a thump, your legs twitching.
He chuckles, shifting you so he's pressing you up into the wall with his hip, giving himself space to rub his fingers into the crotch of your thong and collect the slick on your folds. God, the sounds you're making. He'd be enjoying them even more if you weren't biting your lip, trying to muffle yourself.
There's less foot traffic in the women's showers, yes, but even the sound of the water echoes around the tile room. People passing through the halls outside will hear.
The risk is nothing to him. Just a little extra thrill. He could have you two separated in half a second. But you've never done something this risky before, have you? To you, this is dangerous.
Keeping you steady on his hips, he grabs your jaw and hooks the edge of his thumb on your incisors to open your mouth up.
"Careful not to let them hear," he murmurs, enjoying the helpless need in your eyes. His thumb tightens over the edge of your lip. "You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?" he whispers. "Be nice and quiet?"
You return his heated stare, struggling to keep your throat closed around the sounds threatening to tear out.
He sees the challenge in your eyes and smirks back. "Be quiet or someone will hear us, and we'll have to stop. And if we have to stop before we get what we want," he murmurs into your jaw, "if you make me wait one more goddamn day to get inside you, you'll find out just how depraved I can be next time I get you alone. How's that sound?"
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His fingers press down harder into the crux of your thighs and you fight another open-mouthed groan.
"Always trying to lock horns with me," he breathes, pretending he doesn't love it. He works your panties to the side, and when he feels how hot and wet you are inside, he feels lightheaded. "Think you're enjoy acting like a challenge." He shifts his grip, pressing two fingers against your slit. "Think you're a little... a proper little... fuck..."
He pushes his fingers inside you, watching your mouth fall open around his thumb with a graphic moan. He slots his open mouth over yours and swallows it. He's half-convinced this is a dream when you keep moaning, high and urgent, into his mouth, desperately bumping your hips against his fingers.
He's real fucking close to losing the little bit of control he still has. Real fucking close to just ripping your shorts off you and taking you against the tile. He’s trying, but he doesn't know how much longer he can last when you’re riding his hand like that.
You bury your fingers in his hair, desperate to get closer to him. You're lost in what he's doing to you. You swear you're on the edge of whiting out when you hear another set of footsteps and--to your horror--the door unlatching and creaking open.
You gasp, dropping away from Gaz instantly. Trying to, at least, as he crowds you almost protectively against the shower wall. Luckily, there's another wall between you and the door. Unluckily, it's only about neck high for you, which means Gaz rises head and shoulders above it. You quickly push him down to his knees, eyes going to the door as a woman pokes her head through.
“Hello?”
Gaz catches his breath, his hands tense against the tile on either side of your legs. You try desperately not to dwell on how his warm breath fans over your stomach.
"Anyone in here?" says the woman. "Oh! Hi, sorry," she says, "have you seen a pink water bottle?"
She steps all the way inside. You tense. Gaz stays crouched behind the wall; if she keeps walking, she’ll see him.
"I, uh, no, I don't think so," you stutter out. She hardly seems to hear you, looking this way and that, ponytail bobbing behind her. Wow, she's cute. No, wait, you're panicked and horny and unable to focus on getting her out of here.
Her eye skims over a few other stalls and swings toward you. She takes two steps toward the back of the room--toward Gaz, crouching by your feet; Gaz, whose fingers are beginning to crawl up your legs--and if she takes one more step she's going to see oh God--
"Can you hand me that towel?" you blurt out, pointing to a used towel someone left in a heap on the other side of the room, behind her. Her head swivels back. "I could, uh, dry off and help you look," you add.
The woman reacts as if you’ve just given her an extremely normal request. She doubles back and grabs the towel. Then she makes a sound of surprise. "Oh, here it is." She picks up a pink bottle from the counter behind the towel. You hadn’t even seen it. "Thanks anyway."
"No problem," you say quickly. The rough, hot surface of Gaz's tongue runs against your waistline. You push his face away and feel him growl. His hands fist in the hem of your shorts.
You're beaming this woman psychic signals to get the fuck out of here before Gaz decides he doesn't care if he has an audience or not, but she doesn't pick up.
"Hey, don't I see you around some mornings? You and that guy?" she asks.
"Uh, yeah," you manage, just as Gaz yanks your shorts all the way down, thong and all, leaving you totally bare in one swift movement. "Y-Yeah. Kyle."
"Right, SAS guy. Are you and him, like, you know?"
You choke out half a laugh. "We're just friends."
If you weren't being driven half out of your fucking mind by Gaz's thumbs spreading your core open where you stand, this line of conversation would concern you.
He licks a long, greedy stripe up your core. You jerk and nearly stumble back, but he grabs your ass and pushes you harder into his face.
You swear you’re going to kill him slowly.
She doesn't notice--maybe it's the steam fogging up the room. You let out a shallow breath, relieved, until she doubles back and grabs the towel you'd haphazardly pointed at earlier. Oh, shit, she's bringing it to you. She's walking over.
You hope to God you look anything resembling normal when she walks right up to the neck-high tile wall separating you from her.
"Just wondering, you know?”
She takes the towel by one side and unfurls it. Then she pinches the corners together, casually and methodically refolding it in half once and then again as Gaz tongue-fucks you two feet below her line of sight.
“I mean, you're super pretty. I bet you have to fight these men off with a stick just to get an afternoon to yourself, right? But if you need a hand..."
She lays the neatly folded towel over the tile wall. You're forced to lean back just to allow her the space, and Gaz squeezes your ass even harder like he thinks you're trying to escape. He closes your clit lightly, warningly between his teeth, and you bite your bottom lip so hard you taste blood.
When you say nothing, she smiles—the kind of polite smile you give someone you don't know too well—and then turns and heads for the door. "Or, well, you know what I mean. Later."
The moment the door latches closed, Gaz shoves you against the wall of the stall, grabs your thigh, and lifts it over his shoulder. You gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders and shying away from where his face is still so, so close to your core. He keeps his arm curled around your thigh, sandwiching it between his bicep and his ear.
"Are you fucking crazy?" you hiss.
“Helluva drug,” he mutters into your inner thigh. "Was that cute little blonde hitting on you?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Gaz."
"Mm. Liar." He nips your thigh hard enough to sting, then licks the spot to sooth it. "But you got that whole 'I-don't-mix-business-and-pleasure' thing, so what chance does she have?" He burrows his smirking mouth into the crease of your thigh and takes a slow teasing lick along your insides.
You cry out, leaning back against the wall and grinding your hips against his face.
He reaches his hand up under your thigh, grabbing your ass and pulling you more steeply against his mouth. Your legs splay out involuntarily against his hand and shoulder.
"Gaz-- fuck!" you curse, trying in vain to keep your voice down. "I'm gonna-- I have to--"
Gaz's arm tightens around your thigh. "You're gonna quiet down or I'll make you," he murmurs, eyes molten. He’s a hypocrite, telling you to keep it down while he slides his fingers back into you and pumps them in and out in earnest. He waits until you're writhing against the wall, half-pleas falling out of your mouth, to latch onto your clit again.
You come apart right there, grabbing at his shoulders until your nails score lines into his skin. Your body holds that delicious tension, oxytocin flooding your senses like steam, too far away to notice the way Gaz is growling softly into your core or the way he's fighting not to rut against the floor himself.
When you come back to your senses, Gaz settles back on his knees, looking up at you from between your legs with pupils blown wide.
"You sounded like you needed that," he says, his voice a little hoarse and his breathing uneven.
Still blinking stars out of your eyes, you stoop down to grab the gym shorts and thong pooling around your feet.
Gaz grabs your hand. "Leave them on the floor."
He pulls you down to your knees so you're straddling his lap. His hard length rubs against you through his shorts. He wraps one hand in your hair and the other around your hip, holding all your weight on him as he kisses you hungrily. You twist your hips skittishly, trying not to grind down on his lap as much as he's pulling you down into it. You shouldn't be doing this here. You were nearly caught already.
"Let's go to your room," you pant out of the corner of his mouth. "C'mon."
"I like it right here," Gaz purrs, his voice husky and low. He licks his lips, hovering just close enough that his tongue grazes your lips but his mouth doesn't meet yours. His hips keep moving, rubbing into you. "Right here."
You bite your torn lip, your mind sluggish with lust. "Mm... but..."
"You're not gonna make me wait," he growls, his hand in your hair tightening. "Not after all this time. Not after I took care of you. Not after you came on my face. Right?"
"But people--" You stutter out into a gasp as Gaz flips you over, his body curving around yours as your palms find the wet tile floor. "People will hear--"
"You want me to stop?"
You huff. "No."
He smirks. "You've never done something like this before, have you? Lucky me."
"You’re such a perv."
He runs his hands up your back and down your sides, taking in the feeling of your wet skin, your goosebumps, the flare of your hips as they press back against his. Goddamn, you're a sight. He's imagined this a dozen times, but having you in his hands... yeah, no, you'd never make it all the way back to his room if he were on your heels.
He bends down, his breathing ragged in your ear as he ruts up against you slowly, trying to pace himself. "And you're letting me do what I want to you right here on the bathroom floor, sweetheart. What does that say about you?"
You swallow, squeezing your thighs together.
He strips off his shorts and presses his bare cock up against you. Your breath hitches—you’re still so sensitive, and it's driving him mad. He's aching to feel you around him and see how expressive you really are.
"Nobody will hear us, yeah?" he murmurs. “And if they do, they’ll turn their heads and pretend they didn’t." He chuckles, heat bleeding into his deep voice as he presses the tip of his cock against your folds. "Unless you’re afraid someone will recognize your voice. Someone who might find out you're the little minx getting nailed in the showers.”
"Gaz, shut-- ah--" Your voice breaks as he ruts his hips forward just slightly, beginning to split you open.
"Better keep quiet," he murmurs, a wicked thrill running down his spine at the thought, “or they'll hear me making you mine.”
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part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / [part 4] / part 5
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literallyangeldust · 3 days
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Can you maybe do platonic Charlie with a male reader who sees her as a big sister.
જ⁀➴ Sisterly! Charlie x male reader (platonic!!) ๋࣭ ⭑
you see charlie as a big sister! <;3
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๋࣭ ⭑ Request: requested :D
๋࣭ ⭑ TW: none!
๋࣭ ⭑ Word Count: 469
๋࣭ ⭑ Timeline: after episode 8
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You and Charlie were sitting covered in glitter and various other things. You were making some posters to promote the hotel. You had already knocked out a few but you couldn't help but think Charlie was stressed. Given the whole battle and everything that has happened it made sense for everyone to be a bit stressed. The new hotel design was nice but definitely different. It also was much different with Lucifer living at the hotel full time for now. Charlie let out a groan and you looked questioningly at her. “What's wrong?” you ask and she looks at you before fidgeting with her hands.
“It's just… what if the hotel doesn't work after all?” you just smile and place a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure it will work! We just have to have faith.” Charlie smiles and nods. “Yeah! We just need to think positively!” She goes back to happily working on the posters. You smile as you look over and notice Vaggie walking over. “What's going on over here? Everything is working out okay?” you nod to Vaggie. “Yup! We're doing fine! Wanna join?” you say and Charlie perks up and looks at Vaggie. “Yeah! You should make a couple posters!” then she lets out a gasp. “Oh my gosh this could be an exercise! I gotta go get the others!” She stands up and goes to grab the other residents as Vaggie takes a seat on the couch. “Welp guess this is a group activity now.” you pout slightly and sigh. “I was kind of enjoying spending time with just Charlie. I'm also terrified for Angel to make a poster.” you say grimacing at the idea.
Vaggie chuckles with a small smile. “Yeah that sounds like a terrible idea.” Soon Charlie comes back with Angel, Husk and Niffty. Alastor wasn't there which wasn't surprising, he doesn't seem like the glitter and crayons type. “Alright! We got everybody!” she smiles and plops back down on the chair. “What about Luci?” you ask and Charlie just says “He went out this morning and hasn't got back.” Charlie then begins explaining everything to them. Everybody doesn't seem too thrilled except maybe Niffty, who had already begun throwing glitter at the paper and grabbed a bug from the ground and glued it to the paper as well. Soon everybody began working knowing Charlie wouldn't let them out of this.
After everyone had finished their creations just had you suspected Angels was very sexual. This was very chaotic indeed. But after all of that you go put your and Charlie's poster up (and Nifftys after she insisted it would be great to have people see her bug killing skills). Hopefully this gets more people to come and get redeemed. If it works, which you hope for everybody's sake it does.
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just a small drabble! I actually love charlie shes such a sweetheart!
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Stories 1 & 2: 충성! 🫡 Story 3: 우리 성동일삼촌💙 염정아누님💙 충성!🫡
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Story 3: My uncle Sung Dong-il 💙 Big sister* Yum Jung-ah💙 Salute!🫡
(T/N: *He used the term '누님/nunim', which is a polite way for men to address a woman older than them who they are on friendly terms with.)
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Ghost story time! 👻 This is the 300 year old grave of a little girl who always wanted to sail with her captain father, but died of disease her first time at sea.
She was put into a rum keg as her father promised her mother she would return home no matter what. They hoped the rum would prevent the spread of any bacteria, and it worked.
She was buried in the keg, and she still lingers in the graveyard at night. Sometimes as an apparition, sometimes as a faint happy humming tune.
People still bring toys to her grave (I bring shells, and if I don't have any I'll just fix up the gifts that have fallen). This time I left her the purplest oyster shell I've ever found 💜
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Laura being asked for cuddles by her darling (who loves her back)
Maybe darling is just very tired and wants cuddles with Laura.
Your writing is awesome and anything else about this request is up to you
Have a great day :)
This sounds cute - this would definitely be something Laura dreams about a lot.
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Your shoulders ached and pins and needles ran through your arms and fingers. The blankets underneath you did little to comfort your sore hips. You sighed heavily with each breath, the cramp from being stuck and tied in one position for so long exhausting you, making you tired and frustrated. You wanted to struggle again, but you knew you’d only tire yourself further. The door to the messy bedroom slowly creaks open, and Laura peeks inside, wearing a terry cloth pyjama set. You look up at her, hopeful as she shuffles inside, closing the door behind her, and locking it tight.
“Please,” you plead, but you’re so tired, your voice is barely a whisper, barely audible. You aren’t even sure if Laura heard it. She shuffles over to you, and crouches down in front of you.
“It’s bedtime,” she says timidly, messing with the sleeve cuff on her pyjamas. “G-goodnight… my- my love.”
“Wait,” you gasp, just as she goes to stand up. She pauses.
“Can I-? Can I come lie in the bed with you, please?” You ask, your voice desperate. Her eyes widen at your request, a soft gasp on her lips. She hesitates, and you fill the silence with more pleading.
“I won’t try to run. I’m just so cold and uncomfortable here. Please.” She stands up and paces back, and you lower your head, squeezing your eyes shut, convinced she’s going to abandon you. But then she returns, a pair of scissors in hand, and she snips off the ropes keeping your bound. You sigh and groan with relief as blood rushes back into your arms and you stretch your limbs, every muscle tight and protesting against the sudden freedom. You shakily stand, like a newborn foal getting its balance, and without even thinking, you follow Laura over to her bed, a cozy nook with a makeshift canopy. She crawls under the covers and you quickly follow suit. Before you know it, sleepiness washes over you, and you can barely think as you find yourself wrapping your arms around Laura, snuggling up to her as you bury yourself in the covers. You close your eyes as you hear another gasp from Laura, and she freezes, tensing up like a board, before slowly relaxing and wrapping her arms around you too. The last thing you feel as you drift off to sleep is Laura running her fingers through your hair.
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phoenixcatch7 · 1 day
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Always love when you go to write down an idea you've had circulating in the back of your mind for months, only for the plot to come out like
strong opening scene
follow up to get the plot moving
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Really cool bit you've been daydreaming of for weeks!!!!
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Climax scene you thought up a week ago
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Profit
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Voicenotes From Your Boyfriend
Author note: story involves cucking, cheating, hypnosis, dubcon etc. This was a request from one of you naughty pervs.
"Hey babe, urgh, I just had to get away from Marcus - you know my new housemate? Yeah, he was not my first choice. Or the second. Or the fifth. Let's put it that way. But then the guy my other housemate James and I wanted pulled out at the last minute, we had to fill the room, blah blah, you know the rest. But this guy, seriously, it's like he's from another planet. I've never met anyone like him - he's a weirdo. He's getting on my fucking nerves and it's been like a week. He walks around like he owns the place like he's the fucking president of the country club. He's always in some suit. What the hell is he doing in a house share with two other guys? Wouldn't his rich daddy have put him up in some estate with a butler or something? Haha. Anyway babe, I'll tell you all about him at dinner tonight. I fancy pizza. See you later."
*****
"Hey babe, thanks for listening to me ranting last night. Missing you already. I think you were right about me talking to Marcus. We had a chat and I think I can be civil to him now. I've got the biggest room of the three, I can just chill out in my own space. It's fine. He's still an arse, but I can live with it I guess. I know we've only been going out a little while but I'm this close to just staying at yours every night - hopefully your housemates won't care! And I know you can't stand my insomnia and me lying awake all night. I can't help it when I'm lying next to you babe. Just want to feel you! I don't know, maybe I'm wrong. When we chatted, I did what you suggested and tried to show interest in what he was into. He played this relaxation track for me he'd been working on and it really worked! I started to....drift.... drift.... off. But I don't think he noticed? I, uh, anyway, sorry babe, movie tonight? Superheroes or Oscar bait? Your choice."
*****
"Hey babe, sorry, can we do another night? I know you wanted to go out and party but I just don't feel all that well. I don't know what it is, maybe a bug or something. I keep feeling dizzy, I can't focus on anything. Marcus thinks I should get some rest. Don't worry, I'll be a good boy and try. He's given me and James more of these relaxation audios to listen to - he calls them 'lessons'. It was actually really nice of him. I mentioned to him I had trouble sleeping, and he said he had just the thing. And I've got to say, he might be preppy and stuck-up, but these audios are really working - it really sets me... drifting.... off. Although they do give me this tingling sensation through my whole body. Isn't that a thing, though? Asmr or something? Guess that's normal. They're really addictive too. It's like once you've heard one, even if you can't remember what was in it, you have to listen to the next. Marcus hasn't given me the next lesson yet, but I'm sure I can get on my knees and beg for it if I have to. Ooh, speak of the devil, Marcus is home. Sorry babe, next time I promise."
*****
"Hey, sorry, I've just realised we were going to get lunch! I completely spaced. I was out golfing with Marcus. Me, golfing, I know those aren't two words you'd normally put in the same sentence. I know I said before it's boring and elitist but I had a really good day. I did suggest we bring James too but Marcus wanted him to stay home and clean the house from top to bottom. Marcus also mentioned that he wanted to have a little one on one bonding time. So to prep for golf, Marcus took me out for a little shopping trip beforehand. We even went to the barbers together. Do you know you have to wear a collared shirt or polo on a golf course? I didn't have anything I could wear so Marcus got me all outfitted the way he wanted for our trip. He also bought me some other clothes like these button downs and bowties and ties I can wear at all times - he's so generous. I guess he's right that I should have a new style. It was all a lot more.... preppy than I'm used to. You know me, I'm a tshirt and jeans kinda guy. Guess not anymore - when I got back I just threw a lot of my old wardrobe away. Just got a big bin sack and did it! But Marcus said if I'm going to be a good boy for him I should look a bit more presentable. And yeah, if we're making these golf days a weekly thing, that's probably a good idea. I didn't play this week though - still a newbie! Sir needed someone to hold his clubs while we went around the course. Maybe if I'm a good boy and dress properly for him I can play."
*****
"Hey, I feel a bit bad that we argued. It just felt like you weren't very nice about my new look when we met last night. Yes, I know my hair is a lot shorter and traditional. It's old school! It took a lot of effort to get that parting the same way the barber did and to get those lines in the hair straight. I know the pomade is a bit much but I like it. It was weird you said that I seemed different? I don’t think I am. Now, James is so different. I'm nothing like him. He’s quit his job so he can be Marcus’ full time assistant! And yeah, OK, I wore a suit and tie. So what? It was a restaurant! To be honest, I think you could stand to be a bit smarter. If Mast-, I mean Marcus, saw you he'd say the same thing. He said I should never go anywhere without a necktie or bowtie. He said I look a lot better for him as a preppy, proper boy. He's done a lot for me so it's only right I repay him by looking nice for him. Why don't we go shopping soon? You can help me buy some new suits for me to wear for Sir and maybe you'll get some inspiration?"
*****
"Can't talk now, sorry! James and I are prepping a big dinner for Marcus and his friends. We've been working so hard in the kitchen - five courses for six is a lot! Marcus had the bright idea we should look like waiters when we serve the meal, so we've been wearing black bowties and waistcoats all day. I'm sweating! By the time we've served the meal, drinks for guests and everyone's gone home I'm going to be shattered. I probably won't even need the relaxation lesson tonight. Except I probably will stick it on still - Sir says they're good for making sure I stay a good boy and to get all the sleep I need. See you... soon, I guess? We should meet when I'm less busy."
*****
"Sorry - uhh - fuck - uhh yes - sorry I missed our date again. (Sir, can I please just send this he keeps calling?) I've been really busy. My Master, I mean Marcus, has been keeping his boys super busy. He needs a lot of care and attention. He needs service almost 24/7. (Sir, please, slow, it's so big!) He's a really important person so he deserves to have proper, preppy boys to look after him. I'm just a dumb pretty boy, a formally dressed tamed whore and Master gives me what I need. He deserves anything he wants. He's done so much for James and I. You get that right? (Sir, oh god Sir, thank you Sir, stretch your boy's hole it feels so good) I just want to be a good boy for him. I've moved out of the big bedroom just so Master, I mean Marcus, I mean Master can have it. (Fuck yes, fuck yes, please cum in me Sir) It's only right someone so strong and strict and masterful as him has the master bedroom while us boys can take the smaller rooms and he can call on us whenever he wants. It just makes sense. We have to please him. Whatever it takes. Whatever he wants. I hope that makes sense to you. (SIR! Oh god, that's the spot, thank you thank you thank you.) Bye!"
*****
"Hey, I know you said you didn't want to hear from me again. I get that, I do. But I really think you should listen to this audio. It was the first one I listened to and it really helped me calm down, drift off, and be a good boy. Maybe you can join James and I in serving Master one day? All you'd need to do is become a proper, preppy, servant boy like us and you'd fit right in. You could even move in and we could turn the closet into a small bedroom. I know he has a spare chastity cage in his drawer - that could be yours? We could all serve Master together. Wouldn't that be amazing? Almost like servant brothers - all wearing a uniform to serve Sir! Give it a listen, ok? Promise?"
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