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the slenderman mysteries (2017) - nick redfern

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Only with You

Chapter one // Smut // Korra x Reader

Warnings: blindfolded sex, club dancer, not proofread, f/f, swearing English is not my first language, feel free to correct me Word count: 1066

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Beifong isn’t fond of your current job, she always goes on about how you are capable of doing something other than being a waitress. It’s hard to find a job in Republic City, especially when you’re being compared to Lin. Sure, hustling up a job as a guard is easy, but do you really want to be out risking your life every single day? Obviously, being a normal waitress does not earn you any money, so where were you working? At a club.

You arrived on the stage and the yellow-tinted lights flashed at you, giving you a signal to start. The crowd was filled with rich, old men who were hungry for a little escape from their day-to-day job. Your clothes cinched to your body, today, you were dressed up as an office lady. Waterbenders helped you make a jaw-dropping sight for the audience. They manipulated water around your body like a hula-hoop as you danced rhythmically.

Not even a second passed before Yuan bills were thrown onto the stage. Your eyes glimmered with excitement, knowing that you didn’t have to worry about bills for at least the whole month. When your shift was over, the crowd quieted down as the next set of dancers were getting ready to be shown. You lay on the wet walls outside of the club, smoking a cigarette. Were you happy living like this? No. But it was the best way to earn money quickly.

A sudden knock shook you out of your train of thought.

“Beifong? Someone’s asked for you,” the manager disclosed “They have a special request.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed at the fact that your break had to be shortened, by some pesky old man.

“Who is it? Someone special?” You questioned.

“They said they would like to keep their identity anonymous.” You pressed the cigarette bud against the wall while you walked, then threw it away. Your manager leads you into a private room, seemingly already set up. There was a glass table, in the center, there lay a single blindfold. So this is the special request? A blindfold? You assumed that you were the one wearing it as the client wanted to remain anonymous. As you sat down to put on the blindfold, you heard your manager talking to someone outside.

“She’s ready for you.” You could hear the door opening, then closing again.

Footsteps were approaching you as you prepared yourself for the worst. Perhaps it was an old man again, or maybe a creepy drug-addict, whatever it was, it paid fair. Your body shivered as a smooth hand traveled up your thigh and pushed up your tight mini-skirt. They caressed your skin and moved up towards your face, cupping it and tucking your hair to the side. You’d never had an unknown customer before, this was new.

“Are you nervous baby?” A raspy voice whispered. A woman. My client was a woman. She kissed and sucked on your neck, earning her a moan. You nodded in reply to her question.

“Don’t worry,” she continued to bite, “I’ll take good care of you.” You felt wet lips collide with yours as her tongue reached the inside of your hot mouth. The kiss became dirtier and sloppy as she started to unbutton your white top. She pinched your nipple through the thin fabric covering your breasts as you two continued to make out.

“Lay over this table for me, baby.” She commanded. Who was this woman? And why was she making you so wet? Her hands guided you to a table and you felt the cold surface touch your stomach as you bent over.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as you tried to imagine who it could be: ordering you to do all these dirty things. You felt her presence grow stronger, and then the sensation of your panties being pushed aside. You gasped as a vibrating object was thrusted inside, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your body only tensing in response to the unexpected stimulation. As you tried to make sense of what was happening, you felt hands wrapping around your waist, one of them moving in a fluid grace that seemed almost otherworldly. This client was unlike anything you’ve had before.

Your hips buckled as she pulled out the toy, only to thrust it back into you again, causing your walls to tighten around the vibrator. You whimpered, feeling the heat building up in your lower abdomen, and tried to hold on to the counter as a support. She was relentless, her movements quick and precise, not missing a single spot that would bring you closer to the edge.

Her pace picked up and her breathing got heavy, the toy vibrating intensely inside of you. You were nearing the peak of your climax, and your cries were increasing in volume. Just as you were about to fall, she stopped, the toy still lodged deep in your cunt.

You felt the vibration slowly subsiding, and then, she pulled the toy out of your drenched hole. You groaned, your pussy still aching for release, your juices flowing freely down your inner thighs. She leaned in, her hot breath fanning over your ear as she whispered.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” She bit down the tip of your ear. The sudden rush of pleasure overwhelmed you and you came hard, a scream escaping your lips. You could feel her grin against your skin, and you shuddered. “Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?” She purred. You panted heavily, still trying to catch your breath.

She placed a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck, before walking away. “You know what? I’ll pay you double”. You heard the door opening and closing. She was gone. As your breathing slowed down, you realized how wet you had become, your juices dripping onto the floor.

As you stood up, taking off the blindfold, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, your face flushed red and covered in sweat, your clothes disheveled. You tried to make yourself look more presentable, but to no avail, you were still a mess.

Your manager greeted you and handed you the band. It was a lot of money. 1500 Yuans, wow. “Looks like someone did well.” He joked.

You didn’t reply

Who the fuck was that woman?

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Lemony Snicket doesn't have anything against fan fiction but doesn't like reading it because it's "hard, like looking at old photographs". - confirmed at 25th anniversary of A Series of Unfortunate Events, signing 18/04/2024, Waterstones Picadilly, London, UK

[the-ellia-west]

TCOT Release Date GOAL

This is not a confirmed Release Date, but a Goal.

I hope to Finish TCOT by March of Next Year.

This is my Goal, and I really hope with all the free time I'll have this summer, that I can do it.

I want all of you to know I love you, and I'm writing this story for you <3

I hope you can stand to wait for it a little longer :]

Thank you for being here and Being excited for my stupid little stories. I hope you'll all like it when its done.

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[aurae-rori]

GUYS IM FAMOUS

should i do something special for 100 followers. what do you guys want.

[daisyvramien]

Okay so, I've been waving the Google Drive and Docs flag like it's my own personal banner for ages. I mean, it's been my ride or die, my trusty sidekick through countless projects and late-night writing sessions for over +6 years now. But in November last year, during Nanowrimo, I decided to get the trial for Scrivener after I saw the add when I completed the challenge. I installed it and chose to let it live in my computer but never "really" dipped toes in it cause Google Docs and Drive ARE my jam (and I hate changes but that's another topic for another day). So I decide to open it, you know, this april (I know it's ate but hey) ? But not gonna lie, I was skeptical.

I mean, the interface alone looked like it could swallow me whole, and my poor scattered attention span was already shaking in its boots. I would rather face a haunted house than an application full of features because me and technology ? When it works, I like it but when it doesn't, good God and pancakes above- But I did try. And went from skeptical to pleasantly surprised. Sure the interface looks scary af, too much stuff you gotta check out BUT-.... It's like the fairy godmother of organization swooped in and blessed my writing life. I'm talking files for days, characters and places neatly tucked away, notes that actually make sense, and research that feels like a breeze to manage. And the formatting? Don't even get me started. It's like having a magic wand that just waves away all my worries about how my writing should look. As someone who has spent way too much time fiddling with font sizes and margins, discovering that Scrivener takes care of that for me? It's like a weight lifted off my shoulders. Now, instead of obsessing over the perfect font, I can focus on what really matters – telling my story.

You can add files, images, pages links, anything really (not sure about videos yet though or music, gotta check this out). I hate organization because it means clearing up my ideas, maybe throwing some away but this is necessary and just because one doesn't make it in this one, doesn't mean she won't be there in another.

Like, seriously. I know, I know, it looks like a lot (and let's be real, it is), but I promise it's worth-it. So, if you're anything like me, drowning in a sea of half-baked ideas and forgotten plotlines with an attention span shorter than a butterfly's lifespan, do yourself a favor and give Scrivener a shot. Trust me, your future self will thank you for it.

[tomieyamazaki]

Writing is rather a shush to the sparse thoughts of my very existence, than it is to convey out loud on paper, through concerning consistence, whatnot I live, bearing of you.

— Tomie Yamazaki, To the Love I’ve Never Met, 2024

[gaaneden]

It's the Final Stretch! Just 3 days left in Dear Penpal, Belgium 1980! As a special treat, I've recorded an unpublished YA ghost story, "Hide and Seek Forever." Looking for something unusual for you or a loved one? How about a cozy ghost story told by postal mail? It's the gift of escape tunnels, ghosts, and adventure told over 24 letters that will ship worldwide. https://bit.ly/dear_penpal

[lannegarrett]

Me, on top of a mountain of unfinished projects, a WIP file that's overflowing, prompts, half-baked ideas, essays, and unanswered asks:

I am a writer.

[silveredstarlights]

poetry doesn't have to rhyme, or follow rules or structure, or be defined by anything at all. poetry doesn't even have to be words, something tangible, documentable. poetry does not need be written by only the greatest writers, just as songs are not only sung by the greatest singers. poetry is art, and art is within the grasp of anyone.

[sarawritestories]

A more accurate depiction of me is a gif of someone weeping in the bathroom stall of pure joy!

WE REACHED 1000 FOLLOWERS!

When my brain can form proper sentences and my heart stops racing I will provide a better heartfelt post 😘