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twinklelilstarkey · 4 months

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Tutor: Dress Picking

Words: 2.4k Type: Angst? Warnings: This is literally a chapter just to announce that I'm back, so, yeah, settle in folks :) because shit is about to hit the fan, but not yet.

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Hours later, when stepping into school, you are more than in a good mood. You must admit, you almost got to school late due to oversleeping with Rafe after having conversations that led until 5AM. Your headache has gone away with a simple aspirin, and most of your worrisome thoughts are in the back of your mind, safely tucked away.

You also were able to leave the house with Rafe without his family noticing, and the same thing goes for your parents. You made it home safely, put on new clothes as you had already showered at Rafe’s house, and he dropped you off at school. Your parents would never know of such a thing as they weren’t home when you got there, and you, supposedly, were with a friend of yours the whole night – one they know very well, but have no idea you don’t even speak to anymore.

Almost late or not, every minute of this morning was better than any other. You wish you were still in bed and that today was a Saturday, not a Wednesday. A day where you could just lie in bed with Rafe, talk about life, and get affection. Gosh, you would sell a kidney for that. Your poor kidneys.

You still got a few minutes in the car with him, even though different, it was still minutes that you had for yourselves. A lot of kisses and reassuring words were exchanged. As well as promises that everything will go well and nothing bad will happen. And if it does, he’ll be parked outside as soon as you call, ready to get you home.

Because of this, when the bell rings to tell you to get to class, your mind is still cloudy and warm.

You sit on your chair and stare at the empty page of a notebook while remembering the dumb ways Rafe made you laugh this morning, from the time in bed to the shower. The way his kisses were always soft and warm, and his arms would always hug you tightly and close enough for all your worries to fly away. Ugh, that kidney is about to go.

The classroom's door closes as the teacher walks inside, and the class begins. You lift your eyes off your notebook and notice a bit of movement beside you. You don’t have to look to know. Kristy wasn’t missing school again. She’s in class. In her usual seat, beside you. Her eyes are currently drilling a hole into the side of your head with all that staring, kind of hard to ignore.

Overall, the class itself is very uneventful since school is about to end, and there isn’t much the teacher can do to make everyone still find it in their will to study or work further. Due to this, the hour is slow, and there aren’t many notes that you can take from what is taught and discussed between the teacher and the other students.

In the corner of your eye, you see a small piece of paper being slid over to your side of the table, but you look away as soon as you can. You’re sure that Kristy is better than sliding small pieces of paper asking for an apology or time to talk, but maybe after the stunt that she was able to pull on you in that car... You probably need to draw new conclusions about this girl.

Throughout this one class, you continuously saw how Kristy tried to get your attention by sliding the piece of paper closer and closer or even trying to write a completely new one. You ignored all of her attempts. But also hesitated to check your vibrating phone as the possibility of it being her was just as large as the piece of paper she last tried to slide into your field of view.

The bell rang, and the teacher screamed the small assignment over the loud chatter that quickly erupted. You took a quick note of it in case you forgot it and got up to put your things away. Five different pieces of paper are just by your notebook now, and you almost want to scoff at the stupidity. Curiosity is also biting at your skin for wanting to know what is written in all of them, but you are better than that. Kristy sits there as you put your things away, almost as if waiting for you to address her or pick up her papers.

You slide your bag over your shoulder and take a step to the side to begin walking to the door. You ignore the hand that stretches in your direction to get a hold of your arm (but fails) and walk out of the room. Once outside, your phone begins to vibrate in your pocket, and you pull it out, knowing for a fact that Kristy isn't that ridiculous. The caller: Mom.

“Hello?” You say as soon as you accept the call and put your phone by your ear.

“Guess who just got invited to a party?” Your mom asks excitingly.

“You?”

“All of us!” She corrects excitingly. “Rose Cameron just called, saying that there will be a small get-together with the few families close to the Camerons at the country club. We’re all invited to celebrate your and many others' graduation. Isn't this amazing?”

You open your locker while an expression of surprise is more than obvious on your face. She continues to talk to you all about the details of the party, like how many people, what to wear and what will be there for decoration. You move your books around in the locker to switch classes, and not once do you need to speak because your mother speaks for the both of you.

The call drags out until the next bell calls you into class, yet not a new word has been said by you during the whole thing. You smile at your mom’s rare excitement for a party because, sincerely, it's hard to forget how any event organized by Rose has left your socialite of a mom more than pleased with the range of guests, food, or conversations. You’re in for a hell of a night.

“When is it, exactly?” You ask right as you get near the classroom.

“At the end of this week. Rose said something about it being a great way to celebrate the end of classes for all the graduating students invited.” She explains, leaving you to nod to yourself, “When are you free to go dress shopping?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, we won’t need more than an hour,” a lie, “to find a good dress for you, so as soon as you know a day we can go, call me back.”

“Will do.”

“Now, go to class. Your bell must have rung almost 5 minutes ago.”

You chuckle at her exactness and say your goodbyes before ending the call. Inside the classroom, you find everyone already seated, but the teacher is still absent. You walk towards the back of the class and ignore the same pair of eyes as before - since it seems the person has failed to gain something more interesting to look at lately.

You take your usual seat and think back on the conversation with your mother. The party doesn’t seem bad, but you can only wish for good company during it. Usually, your company in parties such as this is not exactly talking with you, much to their disappointment. And standing by your parents the entire evening doesn’t seem exactly exciting, as the conversations will be quite… uninteresting for your ears, surely.

While you occupy your free time on your phone, ignoring the constant whispering and glaring from all directions of the room, the teacher continues to take his sweet time to appear. Long enough for the guy in front of you to turn around and hand you yet another piece of paper. At this point, trees cry with all the attempts at communication Kristy happens to do.

Maybe it was how annoyed you felt. Maybe it was the fact that all their attention left you as soon as the teacher decided to walk in with a mug of hot coffee in hand. But you opened this last piece of paper. Truthfully, you did it so quick the unfolding and folding back up wasn't noticed by a single soul, and you read it.

Are you going to Cameron’s party? – Kristy

(…)

“Definitely not my color, mom.” You say for the thousandth time while looking at yourself in the mirror of the boutique.

“Are you sure? I like it on you.” She says while tilting her head to take another good look at you.

“I like the style, just not the color.” You admit to her, in a calm tone, nothing to start fights over - as you usually tend to do when picking a dress for a party your mom is so excited about. “The red looks better on me.”

Your mom gives you her usual look, ‘Well, but I hate red’, which only lets you know that this discussion about a dress will lead you to another hour of dress shopping. Nothing ever made you feel as grateful for yourself for clearing your schedule the way you did for this entire evening. As always, your mom is against any color that isn’t light and sweet or any cleavage that isn’t conservative enough. While you happen to like a lot of different styles of dresses and have dealt with your mother’s antics for years, your tastes still tend to clash.

“Red is too much, I think,” she comments, turning to look at the large number of dresses she has asked the worker to get for her. “What about blue?”

“Depends on the shade.” You try to ignore the look she sends you over her shoulder but fail miserably while looking down at the ground to chuckle.

“This one is too dark, I think.” She says while holding a silk dark blue dress with thin straps, “What about this one?”

“It almost looks white, mom. I’m not getting married.”

“Okay, Miss Picky. You pick one, then.”

It went on for hours, but soon you two came to an agreement after much begging on your part and almost on the store’s worker's part as well. You settled on a blue, not too light or too dark, dress with straps (your mother insisted). It has a straight neckline, but due to it being silk, it sits well on your chest. It tightens at your waist (again, due to your mother’s request: not too much), and its length rests gracefully at your feet – leaving you enough room to walk, but not much.

The moment you dramatically took in the fresh air outside, your mom wasn’t shy to pinch the back of your arm for the drama you decided to drag throughout the day. This also helped keep her distracted as your phone continuously received texts from a certain group of people who still are desperate to know if you were going to the party. They made it impossible for you to show her anything on your phone, like dress ideas, without her seeing the messages constantly being sent.

You take your seat on your mom’s car seat and set the bag with the dress inside by your legs, beginning to block the entirety of the group of girls on your phone. They have been asking you for, you assume, the same thing that Kristy had written in those papers yesterday in class: another conversation among all of you.

In all the messages you’ve received from them, you’ve read the ridiculous words of ‘unfair’ and ‘selfish’ all directed at you for either not answering the messages or not speaking to them in school, though all they did was stare at you once they saw you. You’re not sure you heard a single word come out of their mouths the day before or this morning. They all stayed silent while their eyes scanned your every move. It was obsessive, and they were driving you insane for it.

You’re just thankful that you were able to spend the evening with your mom, away from their gazes, as well as for the recent silence coming from your phone now that all contacts are blocked. Now you can finally relax and stop thinking about them and your conversation. But maybe you spoke too soon.

“Is everything alright between you and the girls?” Your mom suddenly asks while driving you both home. Her tone is calm and sweet, with nothing hidden behind it.

“Why do you ask?” You try to sound as calm as possible.

“I just feel like they haven’t been hanging out in our house that much lately. You’re always the one going out to see them,” She explains, not knowing that all the times you’ve gone out to see ‘them’ lately have been to see Rafe or Patty instead. “I sort of miss having the house full of girls.”

You two sit in silence while you simply look out of the window into the night, trying not to make any faces or sounds that could lead you into a lie that will snowball into the avalanche that is your current situation.

“We’ve just been busy, you know? With finals and all.”

“Will they be at the party?” She asks, still unphased by anything you’ve said.

“Yeah,” You assume, yet still make sure your tone makes you sound sure of your words.

“Well, good. I’ve missed talking to them. Maybe we can plan something.”

You almost zone out as soon as she begins to talk about the possibilities of having something cute like an afternoon tea party, or anything along those lines. How will you even be able to tell her the truth? You'll break her heart.

“Yeah…” You look out of your window again, “We could do that.”

As you continuously look away, your mother takes a look at you when stopped at a red light, with her smile still bright and sweet, ready to get one in return. But your eyes and mind are elsewhere - far away from the conversation you’ve just had. She noticed how your tone had just dipped from dramatic and happy to something so different it was hard to pick apart with such a short answer.

Your mother opens her mouth to say something, maybe even question your sudden change of mood directly, but the light turning green was enough to take her attention away. Some other time, she’ll be able to make you talk to her, confide in her about what could’ve happened to make you so moody. She’ll be there to hear it no matter what, right?

Am I back 100%? I have no idea. Did I write this while having no plans to do it? Also yes. I hope it was good!

Hope you enjoyed it!! AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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taeraeszn · 11 months

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OMG HIII ♡ can i place a request for a zb1 reaction to you asking for kisses and cuddles after a long day? i feel like they’d have such cute reactions😭

when you ask zb1 for kisses and cuddles

hi anon ty for requesting!! i hope it's okay that i changed gunwook's and yujin's to just cuddles since their still very young :) the rest of the members are both kisses and cuddles!

also, i thought some would be a bit repetitive so i changed some of them a bit! i hope your okay with that <3

warnings: the teeniest bit of suggestiveness (kissing/making out), mention of food, but nothing else from what i see. but pls lmk if there are any you want me to add!

kim jiwoong

today couldn't have drained you enough, you were tasked with so many things to do during work that you couldn't even count on your fingers

by the time you clocked out you were already exhausted, yawning as you grabbed your things

the only thing you needed right now was some affection from your bf jiwoong and thankfully he was still camping at your house by the time you arrived!

you had always told him that he could come whenever since you gave him an extra key to your place

he heard the door open and you were so relieved that jiwoong was there. you quickly threw off your shoes and ran to your boyfriend, not allowing him to even say hi before you engulfed yourself into his embrace

that one hug was enough to relieve you of your entire day. jiwoong let out a slight chuckle and moved your hair strands to the side

"tough day?" he asked. you nodded then sighed, "so tough. can you just cuddle and kiss me now?"

without responding using words, jiwoong pressed his lips against yours

you cupped your hands against his cheeks lightly then moving them to wrap around his shoulders

jiwoong's hand rested on your side, gripping at them softly

"we can just stay like this if you want." he mumbled

"yes please."

rest of the members are under the cut!

zhang hao

you were sitting in your bedroom desk for god knows how long

it was supposed to be a simple essay that would've taken you an hour to finish but it ended up becoming so many hours of typing due to all the research you had to do beforehand. but even at the end you were unsatisfied by what you had created and knew you burnt yourself out hard on this

the only thing you needed for comfort was hao. it was twelve in the morning but you knew he was awake since he'd occasionally message you at this time

you rang him up and he picked up right away, you asked for him to come over and you didn't even get a response, the phone just hang up

and not even ten minutes later he's at your front door

"baobei!" he greeted, you let him in and he sat on your bed. you joined him and just as he was about to say something..

"cuddle me." you said. he let out a chuckle as he threw his head back

"what?" you sunk yourself into his chest then giving his cheek a sweet kiss

"cuddle me." you repeated. he returned the favour and wrapped his arms around you

"now can you tell me why you called at twelve?" he asked, pecking your forehead

"i needed comfort after my essay i was doing for hours." he finally understood and gave you another kiss but on the cheek this time

"i'm here for as long as you need me to be, baobei."

sung hanbin

you were sitting in your backyard, just reading after the extensive planning you had with hanbin for zb1's anniversary party

he assigned you to plan the party since you had experience but considering that this was for his group, you wanted make it incredibly special

beside you on the table was the notes you had written down for all the activities that would be available for the boys to do as they also wanted to do a livestream to celebrate

just then, the door behind you slid open to reveal your boyfriend hanbin!

"i was looking for you." he began then making his way towards you, "you must've been burnt out today from planning today."

you chuckled, "tell me about it! but then, i wanted to make this party something memorable for years to come."

the atmosphere fell silent afterwards but in a comfortable way. it was then that you stared up at hanbin again

"bin...can i hug you?" his face perked up, with him giggling

"of course." that allowed you to hug him as you could relax in his arms after the long day

"and perhaps some kisses?" you asked, looking at him for confirmation.

"you know i would never say no to that." he sealed your lips together softly in the quiet aroma surrounding you two

all the stress you previously had alleviated just from hanbin's warmth

seok matthew

matthew was not expecting to come home to see an frustrated you sitting on the couch. he slowly approached you and tapped your shoulder, "hey is everything okay?"

though you were happy that matthew came home earlier today, you weren't in the mood to speak as today burnt you out

"yeah, i'm fine. but i just want to be alone for a bit matt." he could tell from your tone that you needed some time alone from how it didn't sound like the regular you

"uh, yeah that's okay. just let me know when your ready to talk." he reassured you, then leaving to your shared bedroom

as a few hours passed of you sitting alone, you realized just how much you missed matthew's touch and presence

you made your way to your bedroom and slowly twisted the knob to reveal matthew sitting on the bed while on his phone

he looked up and seemed relieved to see you, "hey."

you nodded and sat next to him, "hi...i'm sorry for earlier, my co-workers were being absolutely terrible today so i needed some time to calm my mind down."

he rubbed your back lightly, "i understand, we all have those types of days."

as you two stared at one another, you rested your hand on his, "matt, is it ok if we can just chill for a while here? like just cuddle and kiss in each other's company?"

he smiled and put his phone away, "you don't even have to ask baby!" he basically threw himself into your arms as he left a sweet kiss on your lips

kim taerae

taerae's parents were planning to come over to your shared apartment to finally meet you and needless to say that you were working your ass off to clean the apartment

while taerae was out practicing in the wakeone building, you spent hours cleaning every spot of your place, making sure the living room and kitchen were spotless, as well as your bedroom

not just that! but you also were prepping food to give to his parents as a welcoming gift for them visiting

you didn't realize just how much of a toll this took on you and by the time you finished plating the last meal on the dining table, you were too exhausted to move and went to your couch to rest

by then, taerae had just returned home and shouted your name

"(name)! is everything ready?" he asked. you sat up and nodded but he noticed your eyes that began shutting on you

"babe are you okay?" he rushed towards you

"yes, i'm fine. i was just cleaning and prepping the food which must've exhausted me." he then saw the dining table that was filled with his parents favourite dishes

"oh my, baby i appreciate you doing this but you need to also prioritize yourself."

you then grabbed his hand, "tae, is it okay if we can just cuddle and kiss, i need some reliver."

he didn't even ask twice before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you, and just like that, all the stress from earlier evaporated

"don't worry. you did a great job, my parents will be happy to meet you."

shen ricky

your parents had asked for extra help in their restaurant as it became the season where everyone flocked to visit and the amount of workers couldn't be able to handle the many customers

you agreed but being in the kitchen made your stress worsen, with the demanding orders and no time to rest, you were tired

ricky was informed beforehand of this by you and you had to cancel your planned date with him, but this didn't stop him from seeing you

as you were clocking out, you were shocked when you saw ricky on his phone beside the front entrance, pressumably waiting for you

he looked up and saw you in the apron, then chuckled, "look at my little chef."

you grinned slightly, "yeah." you unwrapped the apron and held it. ricky could sense that something was up though

"was today a lot for you?" you knew your boyfriend could always sense how you felt and you nodded

"yes...very."

"do you need anything, a drink, something to eat-"

"i want you." he blinked, looking puzzled, "huh?"

"i just want cuddles and some kisses to help me from the stress." you corrected yourself

ricky then giggled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder

"then let's head home shall we?"

you leaned into him more, "let's go!"

kim gyuvin

gyuvin begged you to join the members on a road trip so you couldn't say no and went with them. this road trip was to the countryside where they would chill and become their regular self's again unlike their idol self

the first day was just the ride there so you didn't mind that. also because gyuvin was all over you in the car, not letting any other member be near you

but the second day was when you arrived there and the members had already pre-planned everything they would do there and the sights they wanted to see

but as the day progressed, you were so tired and just wanted to head back to the place you guys were sleeping at

luckily some of the other members felt the same way and hanbin decided to take you guys back

back in the place you were staying in, you were pulling out the matress to sleep on when gyuvin walked on

"whatcha doinnnn~" he said, you giggled, "going to bed."

"what?!" he exclaimed, you had already got the pillows and blanket and laid the blanket over yourself, then rested your head on the pillow

"hey, we're still doing some games in the living room like jenga! you should come join us!" he continued, still trying to persuade you to get out of bed

"gyu, i appreciate it but all i want is to rest after our long day."

he pouted but didn't push you any further, instead he joined you under the blanket

he then looked around to make sure the other members weren't going to walk in, "can i cuddle you for a while?" you allowed him and he basically trapped you into his embrace with his legs locking you in

"love you." he randomly said, you poked his cheek, "love you too gyu."

park gunwook

you were leaving the academy after studying for nearly four hours just for the upcoming college entrance exam

it was absolutely tiring you out but you wanted to get into a good university to make your parents proud

you were heading down the steps to the door when you were startled at the sight of someone just standing by the front door

as you gathered the courage to get a bit closer, it was gunwook!

he seemed to have been waiting for you as he looked up from his phone and grinned

"you weren't replying to my messages." you shrugged as you made your way towards him

"we aren't allowed to have our phones on." he could tell from your tone that you were tired, and he knew just the trick

"want a hug?" you were going to say no but then realized that you really did a hug to relieve yourself from all the stress

"yes please..."

he pulled you into his arms gently as you inhaled his scent

after a while he pulled away and looked at you with his adorable smile, "c'mon, i'll walk you home."

"but isn't your house further away?" you asked, he shrugged

"who cares, you matter more to me." you intertwined your hands together and walked to your house

han yujin

your volleyball practice after school got extended to 2 more hours though you were already exhausted from the non-stop orders from your coach to try again after you messed up

you had also promised yujin that you would come over that day but that was already out of the picture

you were worried as for how he'd react to you cancelling your home date but nonetheless pulled through practice seeming as if you were unbothered

when you were all finally dismissed, you rushed to grab your bag and open the exit door of your gym to reveal yujin standing there

"yujin? how did you know..?" he giggled and walked closer to you

"well...you didn't come at the time we planned, so i assumed your practice got extended and then you didn't pick up my calls so i came here."

you scratched the back of your head, "yeah, sorry this happened. i wasn't expecting it to be extended."

he held his hand out, "let's go?"

you were filled with gratitude towards your boyfriend who went out of his way to see you this late at night despite school being tomorrow and so you asked for something simple

"can we just...hug? i feel like i want that the most right now." you shyly said, looking down at the leaves. he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you

"like this?" you leaned into his hug more, "yes. thank you yujin"

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girls-in-spring-heat · 10 months

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Girl of the Month - April (Olivia Hye x Male Reader Smut)

** Pretend it's still April ;) **

Olivia Hye was next. The edgy girl of LOONA in charge of their coolness factor. Her unique lips and cold stare certainly dominated the hearts of many…

You walk into the studio, ready to begin the second day of shooting. The day would start with Olivia Hye, the final member of yyxy and the member who would be representing April in the calendar. She was going to arrive in a few hours, when you and the crew had finished preparing the set.

You wondered what the vibe would be like today, now that the first few members of LOONA had done their shoots and gone back to their dorm. Did Yves and Gowon share with the others that they'd had sex with you? Would Chuu feel offended because you hadn't with her? Most relevantly, how would the members scheduled to shoot today feel about coming in to shoot? Maybe they thought the entire shoot was an elaborate plan to have sex with K-pop idols, and they would feel awkward or uncomfortable with you.

Her face is unreadable as she arrives at the studio. You exchange polite greetings, and an assistant shows her to the dressing room. You make your way to the set and glance at the table full of props for the shoot. Many of the props were made of leather and studs, chosen for the BDSM theming of Olivia Hye's concept. She had been one of the easiest of the group to assign a theme to, her tough girl image fit perfectly with a dominatrix vibe.

She emerges from the dressing room a while later, dressed in a leather jacket over a black crop top. You had decided to start relatively tame. She steps in front of the camera and the cameraman takes the opening shots. Olivia Hye gives several poses, showing off her strong girl crush look. The fans would certainly like these pictures, but the sexual tones you were looking for were missing.

You call the first scene of the shoot to a premature end and many of the staff look at you quizzically. You ignore them and beckon Olivia Hye over to you. You tell her to meet you in the dressing room, staying behind for a moment to collect a few items from the props table.

You join her in the dressing room, the room is empty except for the two of you.

"Are you nervous?" you ask, and her façade drops immediately.

"Yes, very," she admits shyly, dropping her gaze to the floor. "My unnies told me what happened during their shoots and I was up all night worrying about what would happen during mine."

"What can I do to ease your nerves?" you ask.

"Didn't you bring me back here to fuck me?" she asks bluntly, causing you to start in surprise. She notices and chuckles at you. "That's what you did with Sooyoung-unnie when she was nervous."

She steps closer to you and puts her hands on your face. You make brief eye contact before she shuts hers and brings her triangular lips up to yours. You spend a minute in heaven, making out with Olivia Hye as she gropes your crotch and you fondle her cleavage. Eventually, you break the kiss and pull off her jacket. The crop top comes off quickly after, completely exposing her breasts.

Olivia Hye shakes her shoulders slightly, causing her boobs to jiggle. You can see the anticipation in her eyes, but you disappoint her as you turn and picked up a pair of nipple pasties with tassels you had grabbed from the props table. You stick the pastie parts over her perky nipples and run your finger around the edges to make sure they stay on.

Wordlessly, you sink to your knees and begin to pull off her pants, revealing her juicy thighs, and to your mild surprise her unclothed pussy. She steps out of her pants, and you begin to kiss her inner thigh, slowly kissing your way toward her beckoning folds. Just before reaching them you stand up again to grab another piece of her second outfit for the shoot. She groans impatiently as you hand her a tight leather bodysuit.

The bodysuit did not leave much to the imagination, the lower part exposing her hips and barely covering her womanhood in the front, while only a thin strip ran between her buttocks from behind. The rest of the bodysuit covered her abs, but completely exposed her tasseled breasts, ending in two straps that slung over her shoulders and connected with the one that ran along her butt.

To complete the look, you gave her knee-high heeled leather boots, as well as a masquerade mask over her eyes. You take a step back and admire the view. This wasn't normally your thing, but you couldn't deny Olivia Hye looked really sexy in this getup.

Satisfied, you lead her back to the set. The crew members stare at her in awe when they see her. Thanks to you she was now confident and horny - perfect for the concept.

She aces the first few shots, her trademark cold stare from beneath the mask felt like it could almost shatter the camera lens. She turns around, twisting her upper body back to show her ass off to the camera while looking into it. You motion to her to bend over and she obliges, the pose tightening the strip of the the bodysuit that ran over her ass, pulling it in between her cheeks.

You have a crew member hand her a long black whip with tassels on its end. She tries her best to make it crack, but isn't successful. Instead, you have her brandish it for the camera for a few shots and then clench the whip between her teeth. She finishes the whip segment with a few shots of her licking along the length of the whip erotically.

For the next part, the camera needed to be removed from the mount, so there was a small break while the crew made preparations. You took the opportunity to check up on Olivia Hye.

"Still nervous?" you ask.

"Do I look nervous?" she replied sarcastically, her eyes behind the mask a mixture of lust and playfulness. It was hard to keep your eyes on hers though, with so much of her voluptuous body exposed. You were particularly drawn to her exposed breasts, nipples covered only by tassels. She noticed, and as you answered the rhetorical question with only a teasing smile and turned to leave, she flicked the whip playfully at you, the tassels smacking lightly against your butt.

The next set of shots would be taken with the camera nearly at floor level at an inclined angle - to make Olivia Hye appear larger and more dominant. The cameraman was lying on his back with Olivia Hye posing with the whip again, looking down into his camera. Every few shots or so, you had her take a step forward until eventually she was standing over his legs. You liked the POV look of the shot, and had her do many poses from that angle.

It wasn't in the original plans, but you liked the POV concept so you had Olivia Hye get on her knees with the cameraman's legs between them. She shows off her breasts with these poses, pushing them together with her biceps. The change in the shape of her breasts causes a corner of each of the adhesive stickers on her nipples to come off. She grabs the tassels and rips the rest of the stickers off, exposing her nipples to the camera for the first time.

I should have paid the premium for the tassels with the extra sticky adhesive, you thought to yourself, not actually regretting it one bit.

Olivia Hye crawls on her hands and knees toward the camera, the wolf girl showing a feline grace. She stops over the cameraman's crotch and then sits on it in a kind of (barely) clothed cowgirl position. The cameraman becomes extremely flustered, and his face turns red. He motions for you to call for a cut. You do so and Olivia Hye gets off him and helps him up. He apologizes for disrupting the shoot, and bows several times nervously. You notice a dark spot on the crotch of his pants. You dismiss him for the next part of the shoot, and he bows again thankfully and heads off toward the bathrooms.

You pick up the camera, get on your back and call for the shoot to resume. Olivia Hye straddles you this time and removes her mask, showing the whole of her pretty face. You get more shots of her in mock cowgirl and also some of her leaning directly over the camera, bare titties dangling and smothering the camera.

She unbuttons your pants, pulls them off, and slips your cock through the hole in the front of your underwear. She kisses it and teases the tip with her finger, making eye contact with you through the camera you're holding. She runs her hand gently up and down the length of your shaft, coaxing you to full mast.

She pulls your underwear down too, your erect penis swinging back forth from the momentum. She smiles at the sight, flicking it to make it wiggle a couple more times. Olivia Hye parts her triangular lips and takes half your length into her mouth. You close your eyes in pleasure as she slowly takes more and more of you into her wet, warm heaven. She gags a little before she is able to reach the end, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure down your shaft. She runs her mouth up your cock until just the tip was in her mouth, and then she started down a little faster.

She went up and down, up and down, faster and faster, until you could feel your peak coming. Your stamina had reset overnight from the first day of shooting. Your body started to stiffen in anticipation of climax, and Olivia Hye felt it. Just as you felt your cum begin to enter the base of your shaft, she suddenly stopped and spat your dick out of her mouth.

"What the hell?" you exclaimed before you could stop yourself. You had never been edged so hard before in your life.

"You cum when I say you can cum," she said straight-faced and monotonously, yet so sultrily at the same time. She had really gotten into this character. You couldn't lie to yourself, it was damn sexy.

You resign yourself to her domination and focus on framing her well with the camera as she stand over your head. She slides the lower part of the bodysuit over, exposing her pussy to the camera underneath. You zoomed in and tried to get it to focus properly when a stream of liquid hit the lens and completely blurred the shot. You took your eyes away from the camera screen and immediately got a faceful yourself. Some got in your mouth and you knew immediately it was piss. If you had to be pissed on by anyone, it may as well be Olivia Hye.

When the stream ended, you had just enough time to wipe it off of your face before she sat down on it and suffocated you with her pussy. She started grinding it into your face as you stuck your tongue out flicked it along her folds, gasping for air through your mouth when she let you. This continued for several minutes before she mercifully removed herself from your face. You sat up and caught your breath for a few seconds.

She pushed you, not so gently, back down and took you in between her legs, rocking back and forth in a real cowgirl position this time. After acclimatizing her sex to yours, she began to fuck herself on you roughly, chasing her orgasm. At her aggressive pace, it wasn't long before she was screaming in pleasure, her voice cracking as her cum leaked down your shaft and pooled there.

She was shaking as she came down from that peak, and you used the opportunity to put the camera aside, sit up, wrap your arms around her and wrestle her to the bottom. As she was lying on the cold, hard studio floor, you got on top of her and began to fuck her as hard as she had fucked you. Olivia Hye was immediately submissive, her orgasm washing away all of the dominatrix character she had been putting on.

Her ample breasts jiggled in time with your quick, rough thrusts. You brought her to the edge of orgasm again and her nails dug into your back as she grabbed you to steady herself through the second climax. The contracting of her pussy during the orgasm sent you over the edge, and once more you could feel the cum begin to work its way up your shaft. You pulled out just in time to cum all over her gorgeous face without any extra strokes. After you had spent yourself, Olivia Hye's face looked like three different men had cum on her instead of just one.

That's what she gets for edging me you thought to yourself with a smirk as you wiped off what she hadn't licked up and swallowed.

The first shoot of the second day had gone well. You surveyed the set as a crew member mopped up the puddles of piss and cum. You only saw one of the nipple tassels on the floor that Olivia Hye had been wearing, the other one was nowhere to be seen. You headed to the bathroom to wash your face and prepare for the next shoot.

Yeojin was next. Although she was the youngest and smallest member of the group, she certainly wasn't the most innocent...

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #loona smut #olivia hye smut #male reader #girl group #kpop #lussemble smut #loossemble smut

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citrusy-lemons · 10 months

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pancake-cakes

tasm!peter x reader

summary: late night cravings bring out some deeper feelings.

author's note: HOLY SHIT, count on me to go MIA for a month after posting. honestly tho i'm so sorry, i've got school and extracurriculars and projects and shit and i haven't really gotten time to write and my schedule is still super hectic, hopefully i'll be able to get other stuff out soon but no promises :/

let me know what you think? constructive criticism is welcome and please be nice :)

see, the middle of the night wasn't meant for this. it's to sleep and dream and pee.

not for baking a cake without having most ingredients of the cake. but you'd gotten a sudden craving and it was a weekend tomorrow, so bad decisions were inevitable.

did you have a million assignments to do? maybe. but peter also had a million assignments to do and he was still here, so technically, he's also making bad decisions. he was aware of that fact.

mind you he did try to convince you to go back to sleep at first but you wore him down. he didn't put up a big fight, he never did, against you.

he's convinced himself that he was only there to watch over you and make sure you didn't slice a finger or spill the flour, not to help you out with your late night shenanigans. but he was cutting up the strawberries so, really, he didn't have a strong resolve.

"you know, i think that when the box says 'pancake mix' you're supposed to make pancakes," he said, turning to you, who was reading the back of said box.

were you trying to bake a cake in the middle of the night with pancake batter cuz you didn't have the stuff for the cake and didn't want to go to the grocery store to get it? kinda. would peter have gone and got the stuff himself if you'd asked? yes.

"i didn't listen to you the last 17 times, i'm not gonna listen to you now, and besides," you said, pouring the mix into a bowl, "a pancake is just a cake but made on a pan instead of an oven. we're just changing the recipe a bit," you shrugged, like it was obvious and he was the stupid one.

"there are so many things wrong with that sentence, i dont even know where to begin,"

"here's a hint, don't."

you were being mean, you knew that. you didn't mean it. peter knew that. and you knew that peter knew that but you would apologize later. he knew that. he sighed dramatically.

"you wound me,"

you rolled your eyes at that. pretending to be annoyed at him was easy. wiping the smile away from your face when you were around him wasn't.

"if i had a dollar for every time you're wounded, i'd be filthy rich."

he glanced up at you. he knew that that wasn't completely a joke, it had a bittersweet tone to it. was that the reason why you were up at this ungodly hour? peter knew that you'd been stressed lately, he didn't know he had a hand in that.

"hey, you wanna tell me what's up?"

you didn't meet his eye, but you did stop fiddling with the bowl. almost immediately, you grabbed the knife out of his hand, mumbling, "you're cutting them all wrong,"

you both knew that wasn't true. one of the perks of having grown up with may was that peter was a fantastic cook. he'd been doing this sort of stuff forever. you needed to get better at excuses.

he gently laid his hand over yours to stop you and said your name softly, pleadingly. a long pause. you complied.

"it's just that," you started with a sigh, and dropped the knife, "you're my best friend peter, and i know that being spiderman means a lot to you," hesitation creeps up as you get to the actual issue. peter senses a 'but' coming. you look at him.

"but you come home every night with bruises everywhere, in pain, and i know you say that they'll go away in the morning and they do but," you're rambling now, he doesn't stop you.

"you have to see it from my perspective, i-" another sigh, you look away, "i get scared, peter."

oh. you were worried for him. he wonders how he didn't realise that before. that time he came home with a stab wound and you looked like you were going to cry he thought you were nauseous at the sight of blood. peter was an idiot.

"i know i shouldn't but i dont like the thought of you getting beat up every night." you were talking with your hands now, "imagine how you would feel if i came home with bruises all over my body and told you not to worry and that i'll be fine in a couple hours." you looked at him again. there was a sort of pain in your eyes. peter wishes it weren't there.

"it doesn't feel good peter. and you assume that i'm supposed to be okay with it?" you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, turning back to the strawberries. your hands were shaking.

peter thought about it. about what you'd said. you were scared for him and he understood that. it couldn't have been easy to be with someone like him. but he couldn't very well abandon spiderman. it was a part of him now. he knew that you knew that, but at the same time, he understood your point.

he thought about how he'd feel if the roles were reversed. if you came home with the type of wounds he did every night, he would be terrified. he couldn't blame you, of course he couldn't.

but he was spiderman, he had a responsibility, an unspoken vow to this city. he had opportunities and powers that no one else did, and he wanted to do good with it.

he hadn't asked for it, but he still had it. if he gave up being spiderman, he didn't think his conscience would let him live with it.

"i'm not asking you not to be spiderman," you spoke, finding your voice, "of course i won't do that. i'm just saying..." you trailed off, unsure of what you wanted and whether you were allowed to have it.

peter took both your hands into his, silently begging you to look at him. you did.

"i know what you're saying, and i understand. i don't blame you, i get where you're coming from and i promise, i'll be fine," he said, softly. he knew you were anxious about his safety.

"i can't give up being spiderman, and i know that's not what you're saying, but you have to understand, i can't not do it, it's a part of me, and i swear i will be more careful," his brown eyes bore into yours, willing you to understand. you blinked and unconsciously looked to the floor.

"but what if, being careful isn't enough one day? what if it isn't just some robbers or burglars but some other things? what if it's one of those aliens or mutants or something and you can't defend yourself? what am i supposed to do then, pete?"

you closed your eyes again, trying to stop the tears. peter's heart was tearing itself knowing that he was the reason for them. how could he tell you that him being the cause for your tears hurt more than any knife in the world?

"hey, look at me," he said, searching for your eyes. you shook your head but looked up at him anyway, the tears in your lashes resolutely not giving in to gravity.

"nothing is going to happen to me. i've handled stuff like that, you know. i know you're worried and upset but i promise, nothing will happen. you need to trust me, okay? we're going to be fine. please, I need you to trust me."

he said your name like it's the last time he'll ever get to, not in a way a friend is supposed to.

you sniffed, "i trust you, i do. it's this city that i don't trust," you steeled yourself, "but if you're sure, and you believe we'll be fine, then i do too."

he cracked a smile then, and pulled you in for a hug. a tight one. neither of you let go for quite a few minutes. you relished in it.

"god, okay i know i'm being silly, i'm sorry," you said after you'd pulled away, rubbing at your eyes.

"you're not being silly, don't be sorry. it's completely okay and valid. don't ridicule your thoughts, you're allowed to feel," peter said, in a scold-ish manner that he'd no doubt learnt from may.

"and please step away from the strawberries, and go back to butchering your so-called 'cake'," he said with a teasing smile, bumping his hips into yours to move you back to the bowl of pancake mix.

you scoffed incredulously, back into your playful demeanor, "excuse you, i would have perfected this pancake-cake if i weren't feeling sleepy right now, so, unfortunately for you, you won't get to taste this deliciousness, whenever i do get to make it,"

"oh, what a tragedy, i won't get to torture my tastebuds with whatever concoction you manage to brew up,"

you shoved at him, not that he moved an inch, and grabbed the plate of cut strawberries.

"just for that, i'm gonna eat these strawberries in bed using your pillow as a table, and you know i can be a very messy eater," you laughed like an evil sorcerer and ran towards the bedroom.

peter, horrified at the thought of sleeping on a sticky pillow, ran after you, forgetting that he had sticky hands himself. (pun intended, i'm sorry i couldn't not do it)

"come back here you!"

the pancake mix in the bowl, the half pack of strawberries waiting to be cut, and the anxiety were all left forgotten back in the kitchen.

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yume-yuurei · 6 months

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Picture-perfect fairytale romance 1/3

Synopsis: Fairytales help tell children of all sides of human life without exposing them to real dangers. But what will happen if a child keeps their favorite story far too close to heart, projecting fantasies onto reality?

TW for mildly delusional Neige (only hints of it in this part), kinda ooc, MC only gets called 'knight' one time with no real descriptions, so you could say they're gn, barely proof read. I'm going to write two more parts later, as I cannot allow myself to write a story without at least attempting to look at it from all possible angles. :P

"...Trees parted before the brave knight, bowing in respect and opening the path ahead. Soon he came to a clearing in the woods.

Among the flowerbeds and tall grass laid a cloud of white and pink sateen. Upon coming closer, the knight realized that it was a person! A beautiful young woman with a face fresh like first snow. Her locks gently framed her face, bringing out its soft shape. The lady's lips, red like old wine, were barely open. Beads of tears sat on her lashes, glistening like morning dew. As if enchanted, the knight kneeled over the sleeping beauty, reaching out a hand to touch her and make sure what he was seeing was no dream.

No matter what, the woman wouldn't wake up, lost in her slumber - or perhaps a heavy spell cast on her. Concerned animals peered at the man from behind the bushes, hopeful at the thought he'd finally awaken the princess. The hero kneeled at her side, brushing a stray strand of hair aside to take a proper look on her face. Then, slowly and carefully, he leaved closer, connecting their lips in a kiss....

The spell fell, and the beauty's eyes opened once again..."

Stories like this one are a classic. A princess, a knight and a kiss of true love. What happens after is always the same. Every child has heard at least one of such tales, many have and still do dream to live out a magical story like that.

"...And they lived happily ever after."

Forever and ever, even after eternity.

A woman in her twenties sat on the bed of a small boy. Resemblance between them was clear as day - hair dark like wood, skin white as snow, lips red as fresh blood. The woman shut the book in her hands and placed it on a nightstand. She leaned down to place a kiss on top of her son's forehead. The boy giggled, rubbing his face with a chubby hand to wipe away a lipstick stain.

"Now, dear, it's time to sleep."

With a light motion, she tucked the blanket in at his sides to keep him warm at night. Beady-eyed plush animals and soft frilly pillows surrounded him. With a final fond gaze, the woman snuffed out all lights, disappearing after turning a corner.

The boy clutched his blanket, turning on a side to look into the open window. Darkness enveloped the night sky; only stars, usually outshone by the great Sun, dared to come out and hold their post, spilling light on all that's hiding in the dark. They stay high up to bear witness to all wishes shared with them at late hours, hearing out desperate calls of hopeful hearts. And that night, the stars heeded a young soul's wish.

"Maybe... Someday My Princess Will Come?"

Ringing of school bells was resonating through the entire building. Students flooded from classrooms, crowding in halls, desperate to escape classes as soon as they could. The commotion they were causing could be heard from outside, some students rushing to Mirror Hall, some staying back to turn in their assignments, attend clubs or hang out with friends. You could see all of that through the windows

Rook promised to meet you near front gates to escort you to the gardens. He was assigned as your personal alchemy tutor by Professor Crewel. As eccentric as this particular junior seemed, his vast knowledge was deserving of recognition - as expected of a vice-leader of Pomefiore, a dorm specializing in potionology, and his strictness regarding practical assignments could rival even that of the Professor himself. So, a perfect solution for a poor magicless student that has never had anything to do with magical herbs. Originally, both you and Grim had had to attend tutoring sessions, but the latter turned tail at the last moment, and even if he were to be brought back forcefully, he'd be more of a distraction than anything else. That's where it leaves you - in front of the gates, glancing at your phone every few seconds in doubt and growing disbelief. Rook was running late.

The hunter told you specifically to wait for him after seventh lesson as it was supposed to be the last in his schedule, so where is he? Could he have been held back by his dormleader to discuss important matters, or stolen by co-members of science club that were in need of advice and assistance, or perhaps even lost in a pursue of a curious non-human student he wanted to observe before they escape his sights?

As if there was nothing on your to-do list for today, other than loitering around, waiting for him. It's hard to suppress a sigh. You took the waiting time as an opportunity to look around.

And there was a reason to it. With how wild Night Raven is, it had been near impossible to take a breather (or was it just your luck?) and enjoy something as simple as fresh air. A shame it is - there is so much to see in Twisted Wonderland. Try and find a single fairy, dragon or fire-breathing flower on Earth; but there, nothing of such is a novelty. To think about it, ever since arriving to NRC, you haven't spared a thought to how this world works: Where does magic even come from, and how exactly does it work? Why don't mages try and reuse accumulated blot, like humans in your world do to wastes? How did they manage to advance in technology when they seem to rely so heavily on their magical abilities? Do beastmen and merfolk actually have any biological relation to humans or-

Rustling of leaves took your mind away from daydreaming. For a second you expected Rook to emerge from the bushes, or maybe even from the top of a tree, picking a stray leave out of his hair and greeting you in his own special manner, but what appeared before your eyes did not resemble the hunter in the slightest. In his stead before you stood a... deer? Doe-eyed, absent-minded creature on four long trembling legs - undoubtedly a deer, but what would it be doing on school grounds?

The dreamy animal seemed to pay no mind to your presence, taking a step out of the forest and heading down the main street. It sniffed around, possibly looking for something or just lost, before averting its attention to a small shiny object lying in the grass. The deer picked it up it its teeth after a few awkward attempts and turned back to where it had come from, steps hurried and unsure.

The prefect has seen things. They have seen creatures of many magical kinds, most curious of artifacts and wildest of spectacles. They've been through it all. But suddenly, what they found to be fascinating is a regular deer, same as any other one inhabitating the Earth, carrying a little treasure - most likely a trinket lost by a careless student - into the forest. And as they always did, they decided to follow their heart's impulsive call in favor of satiating their curiosity, stalking after the animal carefully, as not to alert it, - tutoring session be damned.

Trail had turned many times, but eventually you noticed a clearing from afar. As if a picture taken straight from a fairytale book, the area was enveloped in light and surrounded by tall trees, serving as a barrier between that piece of paradise and the outside world. Blankets of grass were laid upon the ground, so each of your steps was silenced - nothing could disturb peace there. It almost seemed like time had been frozen. And among all the beauty of nature sat a figure. Flowers bloomed brighter, grass felt softer, predating animals were peaceful and pliant - all in their presence. If not for the most vigilant of them, sensing your smell ever since you passed the barrier, you would've stopped to admire the sight; alas, after receiving a message from one of their little friends, the figure turned around, catching you approaching them.

Their beauty took your breath away.

The first thing - person - your mind brought up is Snow White from the old children's tale. What uncanny resemblance. Cherry-red lips, contrasting unbelievably pale complexion, shiny ink-black hair, and obvious innocence oozing off of every fiber of their being. His being.

"Ah... hello?"

Staying silent would be awkward... and weird. He probably had come here to escape from noisy school grounds and find a sliver of peace and privacy, but here you were, disturbing the angelic boy, having uncovered his secret place, and-

"Hello! What brought you here? Have you perhaps gotten lost?", his smile is something made high above, as that's the only reasoning you could give to the sudden calm that overtook you when you saw it.

"No, not exactly. I just noticed a-", you noticed the oh-so-familiar deer nudge the boy before you with its head, dropping the stolen shiny item off onto the ground near him, "that one deer! It stole something from the school grounds; a student must've lost it, so... as a prefect, I wanted to...", his eyes brightened up upon inspecting the trinket - it turned out to be a keychain - with such child-like wonder, "...as I prefect, I wanted to make sure it got back to the owner, but if you like it, I guess it can't be helped! Doubt I would've been able to find who it belongs to anyways, so...haha.."

"How could I! I am sure this accessory must be precious to its owner, I cannot take it for myself.", in one graceful motion, the stranger got up to his feet and approached you, holding the keychain in both palms, as if offering a fragile and expensive gem, "It's so nice of you to take initiative and go all the way here to retrieve this. Please, bring it back safely, I hope it'll make the person who lost this happier."

He was saying all that like he was entrusting you a task of ultimate importance, and with such a serious expression, too...

"Yeah, sure, I will..", you received the item from him, accidentally brushing fingers against his skin - soft, so soft and gentle... A flash of light blinked in the corner of your eye, but died down as soon as it appeared.

"By the way," it was only at that moment that his uniform catched your attention, "Aren't you a Royal Swords Academy student? What are you doing so far away, especially near Night Raven?"

"Oh, you noticed.. To put it simple, I enjoy taking walks around there. It-", he stumbled over words, first time in the last few minutes, "I got bored of sights near my school, and decided to find someplace different. Surely, I'm not bothering anyone nearby?"

Avoiding questions now? "You're not, don't worry, I was just curious, never seen you around there. Care for introductions?"

"...are you saying you don't know me?", the boy inquired with cleat disbelief in voice.

"If I knew you, would I be asking for your name?"

Still unsure, he shook his head gently, clutching at his vest. "You wouldn't... So you really haven't seen anything?", his tone changes suddenly, "That's fine, more than! My name is Neige, pleased to meet you."

You took the hand he offered for a handshake and gave Neige your own name. Wind picked up a notch, kicking up fallen leaves and dust and blowing right in your face; while you were blinked profusely, the boy still looked like he came out of a magazine cover, if not better than before.

Soon you both went your separate ways, the sparkly keychain clinking in your blazer pocket. Trying to retrace your steps back to Night Raven must be bothersome, but not impossible - you'll be back before dusk.

So thought Neige, staying back behind a tree to have one more chance to look at you. So kind, so simple - knightly, even! So eager to help out a schoolmate in need. And here he thought Gran had been right about NRC students being crude. Or was there a mistake, and you had been sent to a wrong place?

"They would fit in with us well... Dominic would surely like them."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yuurei's fics #gender neutral reader #neige leblanche #twst neige #neige x reader #hnggg i hope this piece look good `(*>﹏<*)′#i've been mulling over this scenario for so long unable to put my thoughts into words!#so frustrating...#yandere

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sgstories123 · 1 year

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Ignorance is Bliss

“The girls seem to be having lots of fun. It was a good idea to come to Phuket during our semester break. Right, bro?” Wee Kiat asked Bryan, as they sat by the hotel poolside bar having their drinks. They had been watching their girlfriends, Cassandra and Val, playing with a large ball in the hotel pool. Bryan responded by raising his glass of mojito to his lips, “Yup. The girls are happy. We are happy.”

His girlfriend, Cassandra was in a white bikini, which contrasted well with her bronze skin. The bikini seems to make her average boobs seemed much bigger. It showed more skin and its cutting made her cleavage more obvious. Bryan was pleased to see so many pairs of eyes ogling at her. It made him proud that he had such a sexy and desirable girlfriend.

But he was really attracted to Val instead. Val was Wee Kiat’s girlfriend. Unlike the three of them who were in Business school, she was from Engineering school. She took an Economics elective and ended up in their class. His best friend in the university, Wee Kiat, paired up with her for an assignment and within a couple of weeks, started dating. It worked well for Bryan because now that Wee Kiat had found himself a girlfriend, they could go out on double dates. Bryan had always felt a little guilty when he had to split his time between his girlfriend and his best friend.

Bryan had always thought Val was a little plain. She seemed to be always wearing a tee-shirt and jeans. No dresses, nothing sexy, lacy or colourful. It was all very Plain Jane. Val had been hesitant about coming to Phuket with them. She made an excuse that she had several assignments to complete during the break but Cassandra managed to coax out of her that the real reason was that she did not have any swimwear. The two girls went shopping and Cassandra had selected a nice, luminous lime green bikini for Val. It was a little more conservative than Cassandra’s but it did show that beneath her usual dressing, Val had a very nice body. Her breasts were not large but she had a slim waist and a full ass. Put together, her body curves were good.

“Bro, you are one lucky guy to have Cassandra as your girlfriend. Look at all the guys staring at her.” Wee Kiat said enviously.

“Val is pretty too, Wee Kiat.” Bryan consoled his friend, giving him a friendly punch on his shoulder.

“Nah. Look at those breasts. They are huge when compared to Val’s. You must enjoy sucking them.” Wee Kiat turned to look at Bryan. “Have you ever breast fuck her?”

“Not my thing, lah.” Bryan laughed. “I prefer doggy-style, with her breasts all swaying about when I am fucking her.”

“Fuck, lah. You don’t know what you are missing. Val also like doggy, and missionary. Basically, she just wants to lie there and let me do all the work. Damn tiring.” Wee Kiat put down his drink.

“Then maybe we should switch partners.” Bryan joked, watching Wee Kiat carefully. But Wee Kiat did not seem to hear him, his gaze still out towards the girls.

A few hours later, they were in a nearby restaurant, eating a delicious seafood dinner. There had grilled prawns, black pepper crabs, sambal stingray, mussels and sotong. Food was so much cheaper here compared to Singapore. They also had plenty of cheap beer.

When they returned to the hotel, it was almost 10 pm. The boys decided to go for another round of drinks at the hotel bar. When they return to Singapore the next day, alcohol would be a luxury item. The girls were tired and decided to go back to their rooms.

Wee Kiat seemed to be in a good mood. He downed several mugs of beer before changing to cocktails. He was sharing many jokes and stories with Bryan, as they laughed over their drinks. By 2 am, the bar thinned out and Wee Kiat seemed to be drunk. He was much more quiet, his body hunched on the bar counter.

“Let’s go, Wee Kiat.” Bryan pulled Wee Kiat up. Bryan slumped Wee Kiat’s arms around his shoulders while holding on to Wee Kiat’s waist. They made small, unsteady steps towards their rooms. When they reached Wee Kiat’s hotel room, Bryan realised that he would need to rummage in Wee Kiat’s pocket to get the card key. Bryan did not want to set Wee Kiat down at the corridor as it would be too difficult to get him up again. Neither did he want to wake up Val as that might make things difficult for Wee Kiat later on. He decided to bring Wee Kiat into his room instead.

They moved one door down along the corridor to his room and he fished out his card key from his pocket. The door opened quietly and Bryan set Wee Kiat down on the sofa. In the dark, Bryan could just make out Cassandra’s silhouette. She was sleeping soundly. Bryan went through Wee Kiat’s pocket and found the hotel card key. A thought flashed through his mind. He looked at Cassandra and Wee Kiat again. Both of them seemed to be fast asleep. He lifted Wee Kiat’s legs onto the sofa, in a more comfortable position for sleeping. Wordlessly, he left the room with Wee Kiat’s card key in his hand.

Bryan entered Wee Kiat’s room quietly. It had the same design as his room, a double bed, a dressing table and a sofa. He walked over to Val who was sleeping on her side, her facing towards the door. She was dressed in a t-shirt and a FBT shorts. She had a slight pout on her face, which made her even sexier. Without another word, Bryan took off his clothes and got onto the bed. He slowly removed her t-shirt, without waking Val up. She was not wearing any bra and her breasts were now fully exposed. He grabbed them, squeezing them gently. Val moaned softly in response. He licked her nipples, flicking them with his tongue till he got them hardened.

“Mmm.” Val seemed to be waking up. He turned Val over, to face the windows, away from him. He hugged her from behind, still playing with her boobs and nipples with one hand while the other slipped into her FBT shorts. She was not wearing any panties either. Bryan was surprised that this Plain Jane was way more sexier than he had thought. His fingers fought through the pubic hair before arriving at her entrance. She was already wet. His fingers slid in easily through the lubricated walls. It was tight. He could feel her walls pressing against his fingers. He inserted another finger in, fingering her with increased pace. He was not sure if Val was fully awake but she was responding to him with moans that grew louder and more frequent. Bryan knew Val was near to orgasm. Her vaginal walls were clamming against his fingers and her ass was pushing back against his hard cock.

With a loud moan and a full body shudder, Val came. Bryan hugged her tight, his hands covered in her juices. He moved his head towards her, taking in her smells. Gosh, she smells nice. He gave her a kiss on her neck.

“That was so nice, Wee Kiat.” Val whimpered.

Bryan sensed that Val was going to turn around. He quickly pulled down her FBT shorts and guided his cock into her. He plunged in deep and hard, as he wanted to distract her with pleasure. It worked. Val moaned in pleasure, her body frozen with the unexpected invasion of Bryan’s cock. She clutched tightly at the bedsheets as Bryan started pumping her sideways mercilessly, in a spoon position. Then Bryan remembered that Val likes the doggy position as well. He withdrew his cock and turned her over, before plunging his cock from behind. Val screamed loudly. As Bryan banged her hard from behind, she panted with pleasure, trying to catch her breath. Bryan leaned forwards, kissing her neck and squeezing her breasts as their bodies rubbed against each other.

Val moaned louder and louder. With another shudder, she orgasmed again, her body arching backwards as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her arms now weak, she slumped forwards onto her bed, her eyes shut with exhaustion.

Bryan turned her over. He spread her legs and insert his hard cock into her for the finale. He leaned down on her, squeezing her breasts and kissing her, as he got into the missionary position. As he rubbed himself against her, his cock sliding in and out of her vagina, Val started moaning again. She held his head, kissing Bryan deeply. Noting something amiss, her eye flew open.

“Wait. You are not Wee Kiat.” Val was confused. “You are Bryan. Stop. You can’t do this.”

Bryan did not answer her. He was so close to cumming. He kissed her roughly, drowning her protests while he thrusted deeper and faster into her. With one final plunge, he spilled his seed into her, washing her womb clean. He laid on top of Val, exhausted.

Val took the opportunity to quickly push Bryan off her, pulling the blanket to cover her body, in a desperate need for modesty.

“You should not have done this, Bryan. This is so wrong.” Val spoke softly as she finally realised what had happened.

“Look. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Bryan replied as he got up to put on his clothes.

“I did not know it was you. I thought you were Wee Kiat.” Val countered, her eyes red.

“Ignorance is bliss. If you did not know it was me, it was okay, right? You had enjoyed it, right? So, let’s pretend that you did not know and you thought it was Wee Kiat. Then everyone is happy.” Bryan offered his solution.

“Where’s Wee Kiat?” Val asked.

“He is sound asleep in my room. I will go get him now. Remember. Ignorance is bliss. Don’t need to let him know.” Bryan smiled before leaving the room.

Bryan opened the door to his hotel room quietly. As he entered, he was greeted by familiar sounds of moaning. He could just make out a silhouette of Cassandra squatting in front of a standing Wee Kiat, rubbing her breasts against his hard cock. Bryan cursed himself. He did not want to see this. He reminded himself. Ignorance is bliss.

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Lemonade - Hong Seunghan

.°☆ genre : fluff, situationship, non-idol au, brother's bestfriend seunghan x reader, friends to lovers ☆°.

featuring : brother lee sohee

no sypnosis !

warnings : attempted humour, kys jokes, sexual jokes, dense ppl

it was normal to have your brother's friends over. sometimes it would be all of them at the same time, making it hard to avoid them. sometimes it would be individually, or even duos.

saturday afternoon. it was unbearably hot for a spring day, summer obviously creeping closer day by day. it was hard to keep your peace in the hot weather. the sweat making your temper shorter by each degree it increased. you were on call with your friend in the living room. talking shit about god who knows from your school. eventually you heard an obnoxious knock on the front door. your mic went mute and you threw your phone on the couch to open the door. you knew it would be your brother, possibly occupied with one of his friends who you grew accustomed to.

you certainly weren't wrong. it was the famous trio of eunseok, sohee and seunghan. you greeted them with a bored smile and went back to get your phone. knowing the guys would probably play some type of game in the living room, you decided to go to your own room. looking for your phone on the couch, it apparently went into one of the cracks and now you were struggling to reach it. thankfully for you, your brother experienced this too many times and found it swiftly. he teased you in an annoying voice

"did you stay home all day again? i can't believe you barely go outside, unless it's for school."

"who goes out in this hot weather, you're crazy. i'm going out later."

"with who?"

"the usual."

that was a short conversation, you cutting it off way too early and running upstairs. completely ignoring the fact that your mom told you to serve all guests with a drink on days like this. you went back on call, all giddy completely forgetting the shit talking, and moving onto what you were gonna wear that day while hanging out. in the end you and your friend decided casual wear. but, a genius idea came up for you.

"oh my god. karina, let's wear mens' clothing and troll around the city."

"you finally said something smart today"

"oh come on! i'll steal sohee's clothes, meet up at my house, okay? come whenever you want, i'm not doing anything."

"let me just finish lunch, i'll be there in like one hour."

"help my toes are tingling i can sense we're gonna be caught like 2 minutes into acting."

"no. you'll be the one caught. you literally start giggling at everything and i always have to calm you down."

"kill yourse-"

you didn't even get the chance to finish your sentence, as your friend hung up on you. you tossed on the pillow only to pick it up right after because you had nothing else to do. till you heard a high pitched voice call to you from downstairs. when you went you saw a trio of sulking men.. trying to coaxe you into making lemonades. (nct127) at first you declined for the jokes, but as soon as they insisted you rushed to the kitchen. i mean.. you wanted some lemonade too so, why not do good deeds and make your brother's hot friends happy?

your mom initially teached you how to squeeze a lemon, first time you tried it. it ended up with the lemon juice in your eye, fighting for your life on the ground as you held it while screeching. adding the perfect amount of sugar and dividing the juice into four glasses. you put a straw on each. your greedy ass already drunk half of your own. but you still put it on the tray alongside the other three full ones. you went to the living room where for some reason the teenagers were on the floor? offering each of them their assigned glasses. seunghan, was reaching for his. no. he was reaching for one behind it, yours. he drank it with a teasing grin on his face. knowing damn well the two of you experienced an undirect kiss. your brother didn't notice, but eunseok did. he chuckled a little and you gave the two of them the dirtiest look.

1 hour passed and karina came in without even ringing the doorbell to enter your house, and immediately went to your room. where you were found in male clothes, karina pulled hers out of her bag and changed into them. all that was needed now was cologne for the both of you and contouring for masculine features. while waiting for karina to finish touching her look up, you realized that you never once saw your brother wear the hoodie you had on, which you assumer was his. it also had a familiar cologne. although you couldn't pinpoint who's, you didn't really care.

you exited your room alongside your friend, only to end up making eye contact with the one and only seunghan. for the first time today he striked a conversation with an intrigued smirk.

"oh wowww.." he said in a sarcastic voice "you're dressing up as a teenage boy?"

he wasn't even acknowledging karina, so she ended up talking to your brother and their other friend. you finally responded after some agonising silence.

"yeah, i figured it would be fun."

"with my hoodie though?"

"huh?" you said dumbfounded. then the realisation hit you. you were wearing a hoodie he forgot at your house, not too long ago.

he chuckled softly. "it's okay, you look cute in it. i wouldn't mind giving you all of my hoodies, if it meant you'd wear them."

you blushed as he ruffled your hair, you were closest with seunghan out of all of the other friends sohee had. he was easygoing and nice to be around

"oh whatever" you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze back to him. his jawline, his abs showing because of his tank top. you didn't even bother hiding the fact that you were checking him out. i mean, a situationship where you both clearly liked each other without anybody else knowing was fun.

"text me later yeah? i'll probably still be here, i'll come to your room."

you nodded and signalled karina to get going. you felt his lingering gaze on you, the tension between you two thick but not noticeable by the others. (minus eunseok :p)

should this be a oneshot or have a part two idek

#riize #riize seunghan #hong seunghan #seunghan x reader #seunghan imagines #fluff #kpop #kpop scenarios #riize drabbles #riize imagines #brother's best friend #comfort

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squishycheekanon · 6 months

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SoftDark! Slasher!Techno

Prompt: You ask a stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend to get rid of your ex.

Warnings: violence, stalking, unhinged Techno, 6’6 Techno, blood, murder,

You hadn’t wanted to go out, that much was clear to your best friend, Mia, when she had pestered you non stop only to have you brush her off each time with a huff and a ‘no’. Though she was very persistant, it was Halloween, she had whined. This coming from the woman that went out every year for Halloween, you however didn’t, you’d been out a few times for it but the last few years it had just seemed so trivial.

“You know just because you keep nagging me about it doesn’t mean I’m gonna change my mind.” You groaned trying your hardest to keep your temper at neutral.

“Please! I promise I won’t ever ask you to go out with me again!” She pressed, eyes wide with hope, it made you deflate a little. You knew you were giving in.

A pregnant pause sounded throughout the room before you conceded, “fine.” She squealed loudly and began bouncing around the room going on about what costumes to wear, it made you laugh.

About an hour later when she’d finally finished and calmed down you’d pushed her out your cabin, she stood her ground only leaving when you promised to meet her for hot cocoa the next day to discuss costumes and makeup. Only when you agreed did she leave letting you breath a sigh of relief as you watched her walk down the footpath leading into the woods that surrounded your quaint little home.

Living far away from society wasn’t exactly your choice to begin with, and even with many many protests from Mia, the place had begun to grow on you. As did the routine, getting up early, chopping up firewood as best you could, foraging and exploring the woods around your home so much so you had mapped them out.

You were confident you knew these woods better than anyone else.

After Mia had disappeared from your sight you’d closed your door and locked it. A main lock, and several little ones as well as a big wooden plank that slotted on two hooks. Impossible for anyone to break in. You repeated the actions with the backdoor and the windows, only feeling at ease when all of the entrances were locked up tight.

You’d been in this self assigned isolation for so long this was normal now, the feelings of anxiety and fear only leaving when everything was secure. No one would be getting in, especially not your ex. The man you were hiding from. The reason for your isolation. A disgusting being.

He’d put you through so much and when you’d finally escaped he came after you again, never wanting to let you go. He’d marked you in his eyes and he wasn’t going to let what he thought was his just leave. So here you were four years later hiding.

Mia had assured you that the police were doing everything in their power to find him and that it was safe to return to society but you knew better. He was smart, they’d never catch him. You’d live like this for the rest of your life, alone.

It wasn’t all bad, you were able to do pretty much whatever you wanted. With the big inheritance that your now gone family had left you, you had no need for a job. Money wasn’t a worry for you which was good.

You were able to buy food, and enough things to furnish your house in exactly the way you had wanted. You had enough clothes, even though there weren’t a lot of them, you still had everything you needed.

Most days you read or baked just like today, to keep your mind off the darkening sky you focused on your cookies and cakes that were baking away nicely while you stirred the home made jam.

You mind was numb as you watched an old movie on the IPad Mia had gotten you a couple Christmas’s ago. Crawling into bed with the lamp still on, you fell asleep with somewhat ease of knowing your hand was wrapped around the handle of your gun under your pillow. Just in case.

“Oh Nachzehrer where are you?” He hummed with a sing-song tone, thick boots and heavy footsteps pounded on the floor with each step. All he heard was a snort in reply, one that made the corners of his lips twitch with a smile under his mask.

“Shut up!” He spat when the man he carried groaned, “You were so loud and now you insist on making more noise? How selfish can you be?!” He snarled before dropping the man on the floor grimacing as the poor guy let out a scream.

“Nachzehrer! Dinner.”

You’d wrapped up warm today and good thing too as the cold air blew into your face making you snuggle into your red scarf. Looking both ways you crossed the street from the edge of the woods to the start of town, Bludhaven.

Sighing as you wandered through the street passing all the shops, only stopping when you reached The Bludhaven Grill. Stepping inside you scanned the room until your eyes landed on Mia, her bright green eyes flitting over the menu. Her dark purple hair pulled up into a messy bun, she always died her hair for Halloween.

The thought made you remember all the different colours she died her hair, every colour from the rainbow and more. A crazy hair colour for October and then November first she’s back to brown hair like it never happened.

“Hey!” You jumped slightly when Mia shouted your way, you shrunk away from the attention of the other people in the restaurant and made your way over. A quick hug later and you were pulling off your black coat and scarf, hanging them on the back of your seat before pulling off your black leather gloves too.

“I already ordered the coco,” Mia smiled brightly, “want any food?” She asked looking over the menu again.

“No thanks i ate a little while ago.” You replied starting to feel a little jittery, the way you always felt when you left the safety of your home. She nodded and continued to read through the food options.

“Oh how’s your sister by the way? I keep forgetting to ask, any news from her?” Mia asks not looking away from the menu.

“I don’t know actually I haven’t heard from her in a while but I guess you don’t have a lot of time to write when you’re in the military.” You answered, you missed your sister dearly.

“Where was she stationed again?” Mia asked this time her eyes meeting yours.

“France? Or Germany…. You know I’m not too sure actually.“ Mia just nodded deciding to drop it seeing how you began to look sad talking about it.

You shook your head to get rid of the current thoughts, glancing around the restaurant for anything out of the ordinary but you couldn’t see anything and you tried to repeat that over and over again in your head to make you relax. Obviously it didn’t work, you practically jumped out of your skin when the waiter placed your steaming hot coco in front of you.

The man looked at you weird before walking away, “Are you okay?” Mia asked concern lacing her voice, the emotion present on her face too.

“Yeah,” you said almost trying to convince yourself more than her, “yeah I’m a….I’m fine.” She looked unconvinced and made that very apparent by how her face contorted as if to say ‘seriously?’. You were quick to try and change the subject, “What costume did you decide on?”

Thankfully the question was enough to get her off your back, “oh! I decided on slutty witch.” She giggled.

“How original.” You scoffed with a playfulness to it.

“And what are you gonna wear huh?” She crossed her arms in fake annoyance.

“I haven’t particularly thought about it, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been out.” The two of you continued your chit chat and playful banter, concluding that Mia would pick your outfit and you’d just have to wear it. Definitely risky considering Mia’s style was very different than yours but you couldn’t think of a good enough excuse to say no.

Your coco finished, keeping you warm and starting to make you sleepy Mia offered to drive you home to which you accepted. She quickly ran to the bathroom leaving you to sit and think. That was bad, you took deep calming breathes to settle your anxiety. It just got worse, you picked up your coat pulling it on as well as your scarf all in a hurry to make it outside for some fresh air you crashed into someone.

Someone. A wall. A freakin mountain.

You fought every nerve in your body not to gape at the man standing in front of you. His size was astonishing, must be at least 6’6 in height. At least. His face was stoic, never changing even as his eyes darted around your face with pure curiosity. His facial expression never changed.

His hair was longish, coming to a stop at his sharp jawline. His face looked at little rough, but it matched the rest of him. His huge muscles melded with the black t-shirt he wore, you could see how thick his legs were almost begging to burst out of the dark blue jeans he was wearing.

“Sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologised, trying your hardest not to stutter under his piercing gaze. All he did was nod, hands moving so they were sat in the front pockets of his jeans.

“Let’s go man.” Another guy who look so similar to him but his hair was longer and tied back in a low bun. He was a little bit taller, but wasn’t as muscular and big. He had a bit of pudge on him as well. Though if you didn’t know any better you’d call them, not twins, but definitely brothers. The man’s accent seemed foreign, French maybe?

Once again the giant nodded following his friend out of the grill, his eyes only leaving your figure when he had to walk out the door. You were frozen in place staring at where he last was.

“Who was that?” You almost screamed at the sound of her voice.

“Jeez Mia!” Placing your hand over your heart in fright, “we need to get you a bell.” You breathed listening to her laugh. Her question forgotten about, though as you walked out of the grill together and made it to her car you did wonder, who was that?

“So where are we going? To a bar? A party? Trick or treating?” You ask as Mia adds the last bit of mascara onto your eyelashes before pulling back admiring her work with a happy nod.

“We’re going to a festival in town. It’s only small but I’m pretty sure the whole town will be there.” She answers but notices the panic that covers your face, “hey, hey it’s okay. Relax. There’s music, a bar, there’s even a fair with apple bobbing and a ring toss. It’ll be fun.” She smiles softly her green eyes sparkling with care.

“That’s not like you. Usually you go to parties.” You said watching in the mirror as she shrugs then goes to tighten your extremely dark green corset, it was almost black. Delicate flower patters in a slightly lighter green graced the corset that sat snug over your creamed coloured blouse. The red skirt you had on reached the floor, covering your black tights and brown laced up riding boots. Little red riding hood, and not the slutty version. You were very pleased with Mia’s choice.

“I didn’t want your first time out in years to be some shitty party. We’ll actually have fun at this. Plus you can leave whenever you want, I’ll even come with you.” You quickly pull Mia into a tight hug one she accepts just a swiftly.

“Thank you.” You mutter so grateful to have Mia in your life. She squeezes you a little tighter, you stay like this for a while until you decide to stop being sappy and go have some fun for the first time in so long.

Mia drove the two of you into town and by the looks of the streets, the festival is already in full swing. The streetlights shining down on all the people dancing and smiling, everyone seemed to be having fun. Mia parked and the two of you made your way through the crowd of scary and slutty, even some funny costumes until you found yourself standing outside some barn.

It had been fully decked out in Halloween decorations and pretty lights. Surrounding the barn was the fair, to the left was a stage, some band rocking out on it with loads of people surrounding it singing along to some song you didn’t know. A slight breeze makes shiver, you pull the red velvet cloak tighter around you for warmth.

“Hey I’m gonna grab us some drinks.” Mia purrs staring the hot bartender down, it makes you laugh as you push her towards the bar inside the barn. There’s so many people inside and out you loose her in the sea of people but for once you don’t freak out. You just admire your surroundings, happy to be out of your cabin, it felt nice.

But all good things come to an end.

“Long time no see sweetie.” David grinned viciously leaving a sickening feeling to swirl around you. “Boy have I been waiting for this moment.” He reaches out for you and you fall back into the crowed to get away from him. Your feet move before your brain can register and you’re so glad as you begin running and screaming.

“Please help!” You screeched as loudly as you could trying to get people to hear you over the booming music. No one did, until you crashed into someone. Again. His face was covered by a mask of some kind, it looked like the skull of a pig, the tusks still intact. Soulless dark eyes glared at you through the eyes holes, but you recognised the giant. You’d never seen anyone as big as him before, there’s no way you’d forget him.

“You.” Your voice held uncertainty and surprise but Techno focused on the fear evident in your eyes, screaming at him. He recognised it so easily. Pulling off his mask to get a better look, although the fear you displayed didn’t bring him the dopamine rush as it usually did.

“Please!” You grab onto his boiler suit outfit so tight and with such desperation that the voices in his head go quiet. “Help me! Please!” You plead eyes burning with the threat of tears, but he nods and instantly you breath a sigh of relief, “my ex is here, he is dangerous and looking for me. Please, I…I,” you scrambled for way he could help, when the idea popped into your head, “pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Techno tilts his head slightly, face unchanged from the first time you’d met, from when you’d just bumped into him. With an uncertainty in his movements he hooks an arm around your waist pulling your body against his hulking form. The air twitches with power, that’s what you felt in the force he tugged you forward. Unbridled power just emanating from him. You felt so tiny staring up at him towering over you, eyes staring into your soul yet face still stoic.

“What the fuck!” The yell is one your familiar with in the worst ways, it makes your body tremble, makes you grip onto Techno’s Michael Myers costume tighter. Techno notices and find himself frowning, finds himself not liking it one. God. Damn. Bit.

The voices in his head begin ranting and raving the second he takes his eyes off you and they land on what he could only describe as a pathetic excuse for a man. But that way you shake against him, he could see how such a man could make a little thing like you cower in fear.

“Get off her!” Your ex, David, growled his shoulders squared ready for a fight even as he glared up at the absolute beast of a man that currently held you in his arms.

“Okay.” Techno agreed. You panicked, your heartbeat rising, breathing picking up. That’s what you get for asking a stranger for help. A panic attack back on the rise you released your grip on Techno’s outfit and began to back away from him. He watched you still a frown on his face, the first bit of emotion you’d seen him display.

That was until he turned to his left, facing your ex who had his eyes on you with a hunger that made you stomach churn in disgust. Techno’s eyes light up as he rolled his shoulders, his arm moving back before he swung it and punched your ex right in the face.

He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Techno glanced at you, his rubies looking you up and down with a flicker of concern? Maybe? Before he leaned down grabbing David’s wrist and dragged him away.

You stood there dumbfounded, what had just happened? And where was he taking him? You didn’t understand, but you were going to. Searching the room you spotted Mia seeing her making out with the hot bartender. She was okay, that gave you the green light to rush out of the barn. The whole world felt like it was swirling and spinning as you looked for a giant dragging a man with him.

There! Your eyes widened as you watched him disappear into the woods, and then the stupid kicked in and you sprinted after them. The further you got into the woods the quicker you started to realise just how idiotic this really was.

You didn’t know this man, he was a stranger and yes he may have saved you but right now he was dragging your ex along the dirt floor like he was nothing. You didn’t like where this was going and you sure as hell didn’t want to see how it ended. Turning around you realised that you were in the middle of nowhere, no festival in sight.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath turning back to see that the giant and your ex had disappeared too. Now you were alone, lost in the middle of the woods.

“Okay okay you can do this, you know the woods it’s just darker.” You coaxed yourself, you needed to stay calm and collected. Easy right?

“Help!” Wrong. The ear shattering scream of what you thought was your ex sprouted a new level of fear inside of you.

You followed the desperate cries until you saw something out of a horror movie the absolute beast of a man was holding your ex down while he cut him open. It reminded you of when you had to dissect a frog in science, the very same technique.

Your ex cried and screamed for him to stop only for Techno to tut and reply with shut up. The scene before you had your stomach churning, you felt absolutely sickened to your core. Watching the man who had brought you so much pain writhe on the dirty ground, it wasn’t what you thought you’d feel.

Maybe you’d feel justice? Happy? Relieved? No, you felt sick as your eyes followed the way his guts spewed out from his stomach. Holding your hand over your mouth as to not make a sound, you sought strength from the tree a little ahead of you. Stepping forward, all you wanted was to grip onto the tree, all you wanted was some support, instead, a snapping noise emanated around you.

You’d stepped on a twig. You knew it and looking up into the dark dangerous eyes of the giant, he knew it too.

You wondered in that moment where the gentle giant who was kind enough to protect you had disappeared to. He looked hungry and murderous, like killing once had ignited the fire in him. “Run kleines Lamm, this lions hungry.”

“Shit!” You screeched as he advanced towards you, you ran as fast as you could. You left your brain behind and ran, no thoughts entered your head. All you knew was that you had to keep running and ignore the thundering footsteps behind you, it felt like they were shaking the whole forest.

You looked back for a split second and saw him slowing down, it pushed you to move faster knowing the advantage this gave you. You made your body go and when you thought you couldn’t move anymore you kept going. This was quite literally life or death and despite the fact that you were sure you’d be the first to die in any horror movie, you were not dying today.

Glancing back once more was a mistake given that you tripped and landed on your ankle funny, a cut on your knee and both of your hands were grazed. Hearing him closing in on you, you manage to pull yourself behind a tree. The massive trunk kept you out of site while you looked over your leg with a small hiss escaping your mouth.

You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trying to ignore the blood that was dripping from the cut in your knee, you peeked out from behind the tree to see him stood quite far away, his eyes searching the forest through that pig skull mask of his.

You were, officially, screwed.

“You shouldn’t have followed me kleines Lamm. I don’t want to hurt you.” The words felt fuzzy and wrong coming out of his mouth, “You really should have stayed at the festival.” Shivers racked through your body at his words and the murderous tone he was so desperately trying to soften.

“Oh Nachzehrer where are you?” Techno hummed with a sing-song tone. You heard a snort in reply, and if you thought that the giant’s footsteps were loud, these were booming. Peeking back out you spotted what looked to be a massive warthog, his body three times the size of a regular one. He was vicious, with blood all round his mouth and tusks.

You were so entranced with the warthog, so terrified by its presence that you missed it. You should of been smarter, you should of fought harder. But in the end the bad guy always wins.

“Hello kleines Lamm.” Was the last thing you heard before it all went black.

Your head was pounding, it felt like your brain was trying to claw its was out of your skull. With blurry vision you looked at your surroundings, instantly noticing the gigantic warthog laid in the corner of the room chewing on a bone. You couldn’t react, you were absolutely gone…

Delta India delta, Yankee Oscar uniform, golf echo tango, tango hotel echo, hotel Oscar November echo Yankee Charlie Oscar Mike echo, Romeo echo Charlie India papa echo?

You were so drowsy, so out of it, so delirious it the words you thought you heard made no sense…

“India, hotel alpha victor echo, hotel echo Romeo”

#slasher!techno #squishy’shalloweenparty #squishycheekanon #squishycheekanonanswer #asks are appreciated #beefy!techno #squishtalks

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messedupfan · 1 year

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Benefits of Car Troubles (Leigh Shaw x Reader) (Oneshot)

Summary: When Leigh's car won't start, she calls Y/n to help her out.

Gender not specified for reader

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Warnings: Smut (18+)

A/N: I thought I'd try something. Would love to hear your thoughts. This has nothing to do with Halloween but HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! As always, I hope you enjoy!

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Leigh’s car makes an awful noise as she tries to start it. “No, no, no!” She slams her hand against the steering wheel. She couldn’t afford for another thing to be broken right now. The air conditioning unit in the house was already out, the oven was giving them problems, and there appeared to be a bug problem that hiring an exterminator was the only solution for. Her car did not need to be added to that list. “Come on, pick up, pick up,” she mutters to herself as she waits for you to answer the phone. She also couldn’t afford to order a ride from one of the services. It was times like these she regretted taking time from working to focus on writing.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask, trying to sound as though you weren’t jumping up and down from finally getting a call from her. It had been a while since she last called you and the last time the two of you were around each other didn’t end too well. But nonetheless, it was good to hear from her again.

“I hate to ask, but could you do me a really big favor?”

You look around the shop you work at and calculate in your mind if you had time to slip away but things were a little bit busy and you weren’t so sure that you could. “Listen, Leigh, as much fun as that would be. Things are kind of hectic right now. But I could drop by in a couple of hours and–”

“That’s not what I’m calling you for,” she interrupts. “I need a ride to my new job and my car isn’t starting. I would call someone else but I need your expertise. You’re a mechanic right?”

“Ouch! We were sleeping together for months and you have to ask that?” You tease.

“Well, we weren’t doing a lot of talking,” she points out. “At least, you weren’t.”

“Alright, fair enough. Yeah, I’ll be right there to check it out. I’ll even give you a discount,” you say flirtatiously.

Leigh sighs, “Do you still think you’re in love with me?” You get quiet and realize she’s not in a playful mood at all. “We can’t go back to that. I have way too much going on right now. Please understand.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” you say and hang up the phone. You go to one of your co-workers to ask if they’ll be okay by themselves for the time being. When you’re good to leave, you drive the tow truck to Leigh’s house just in case. Arriving at her house, your heart starts to jump a little. For the past few months, the two of you were having a sort of affair. You met in a writing class at the community college. There weren’t many students in the class and so it was easier to get to know people.

One night, after the class had all passed an assignment for the first time that entire semester, everyone decided to go out and celebrate at a bar nearby. A few drinks in and Leigh was spilling her guts to you about her bad marriage and how she hadn’t had sex in over a year. A few more drinks later, the two of you were making out in the bathroom. Things stopped before they went too far. But a couple weeks later, she proposed the idea of the two of you helping each other out.

In your case, you didn’t have time for a relationship and you entertained the idea of finding people to sleep around with but you didn’t like the idea of going out every night to find someone and those dating apps were just nightmares. As for Leigh, she wasn’t proud of it, but she has needs and she was tired of arguing with her husband. She would leave him, if she were financially independent to do so. But as of right now, she had to stay and pick up the pieces that had become of her life. So, the two of you would meet up at random times throughout the week and have sex. A couple of times, she wanted it to be at her house. She got a bit of a thrill knowing that she did something scandalous and had gotten away with it.

Things were working out very well for the two of you, until you had to go and ruin it by falling in love with her. The little moments after, when she wanted to be held and listened too, made it pretty difficult not to. She would make you a meal sometimes and you would do the same for her other times. You would send her little snippets of a story you were working on, unsure if you liked it, and she would either encourage you to keep it or help you adjust it. You would do the same for her, of course. And when she got good feedback from the professor, she couldn’t wait to share it with you. It got hard to keep those boundaries solid when she kept blurring the lines.

Eventually, you began to open up to her the way she had been doing with you and it startled her. She had been taking so much from you, it hadn’t crossed her mind that you would ever want anything in return. Then one night, she asked you about your feelings and you were honest. She walked out saying that she needed space and time to think. It hurt, but you didn’t fight her.

“Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver!” She says as she gets in the truck with you.

“In more ways than one, right?” You wink and she shakes her head. “It’s not a problem. I’ll take a better look at the shop and fix it up. I won’t charge you for it either.”

This makes her frown, “You shouldn’t do that for me. Not after the way I’ve been treating you.”

“Leigh, it’s not a problem. Really,” you promise. “I’ll work on it after hours so it’s not cutting into business time. It’s my shop, I can do as I please,” your light tone makes her smile a little. It wasn’t your shop, yet, but since you were going to inherit it someday you liked to joke around about nepotism. It warms your heart a little, knowing she did remember some details about you. “Besides, how are you supposed to get back on your feet without a little help along the way?” Leigh goes quiet and doesn’t say another word the rest of the way to her new job. She barely says a goodbye as she exits the truck. You don’t take it too personally. She said that she had a lot going on and the last thing you wanted to do was be added to the list of her problems.

You take the car back to work and have it sitting in an empty spot to work on later. Depending on what needed to be done, you had other clients that wouldn’t be so understanding if you didn’t have their cars ready on time. And you didn’t like to give people a hard time. When the rest of the workers have left for the end of the day you send Leigh a text to ask if she needed a ride home. She doesn’t respond. You spend a few hours assessing the damage to her car and find that a lot of work needed to be done and that the vehicle hasn’t been serviced in a long time. Pretty much how I found Leigh, the thought makes you laugh to yourself.

Closing up for the night, you check your phone and find no messages from Leigh. It makes you a little sad but you remind yourself that she’s going through a lot at the moment. She doesn’t have time to have anything complicated with you right now. However, while you’re making yourself dinner, you get a phone call.

“Sorry, I didn’t need a ride home. I had my sister pick me up,” she says first thing. “Thank you for offering, by the way. Sometimes I think you’re too good for this world.” You smile at the thought, she didn’t know you nearly as well as you did her but you weren’t going to correct her. You liked that she only knew the good side of you. “So, um, how long do you think I’m going to be without a car?”

“I think it’ll be done by hmm, Friday,” you estimate. “When was the last time you took that thing in for maintenance?” She remains silent and it makes you laugh. “I thought as much. Well, I wish the news was better. You’re lucky it broke down in your garage and not in the middle of the road. So Friday or Sunday. I will do my best to have it done by then.”

“Thank you, really,” she whispers and you know that she isn’t alone anymore.

“Tell your husband I said hi,” you tease. “Goodbye, Leigh.” You hang up the phone and a few seconds after, you receive a text from her telling you that you’re not funny. But it only makes you think that you’re that much funnier.

A few days go by and you don’t hear another word from Leigh. You don’t mind, you need to focus on work and on her car. You didn’t need to be thinking about how good she tasted or how amazing it felt when she’d moan in order to let you know that you were doing something right. First rule was; if it isn’t good, don’t pretend that it is. The two of you learned so much about each other that way. It was kind of odd how she could know so much and yet so little about you. But you wanted to change that. You wanted her to know all of you. However, she didn’t want that and she was married. That complicated many, many things.

Friday afternoon, she calls you during her lunch hour and asks for an update on her car. You tell her that it should be ready by the end of the night, but that it could possibly take another day, depending if a part you ordered for it is delivered later that day. She thanks you and before she ends the call you hear her whisper that she misses you. It makes a part of you grow excited but you choose to ignore it and get back to work.

Fortunately for her, the part arrives on time and you’re a little saddened that this could be the last reason you have to talk with her. She would have her car and her job and her writing and her husband and there would be no place for you in her life again. You almost wanted to be a jerk and find ways to keep her car hostage a little longer just so that she’d have to see you. But you don’t. You send her a picture of the part and tell her that the car should be ready by the end of the day. She replies that she’ll have her sister drop her off and that she insists on negotiating something with you.

Instead of fighting her on it through text messages that could possibly get her in trouble at work. You simply send a see you later message and leave it at that. Leigh is a little thrown off by the short message. She expected some playful banter, a flirtatious response, anything that wasn’t what she was given. She begins to nervously chew on her thumbnail as she considers that maybe you lost interest in her already. The thought that should have brought her comfort, only saddened her.

Then it confused her. She knew that her marriage was practically over and that in itself had been a tough pill to swallow. But would she be ready to move on so fast when the time came to finally pull the plug? Move from a bad marriage to a possibly good relationship with you. Would the two of you be able to trust each other? Would she find her happy ending with you? Or were you just what she needed in this desperate time in her life and the two of you would be better off going your separate ways?

She didn’t know, and right now, she wasn’t sure that any of that mattered. Leigh carries on with her day and when she gets home she gets ready to see you. She tells Matt that she is going out with some friends and Jules and not to wait up for her. He was smiling at his phone the whole time, ignoring her. She asks if he heard her and he looks at her confused. When he notices her all dressed up, he doesn’t have that look in his eyes that he once did. Back when he found her attractive. He doesn’t even find her outfit suspicious. She’s certain that she could leave in nothing but lingerie and he wouldn’t care in the slightest. Leigh repeats herself to him and he tells her that he was planning on going out with his brother, Danny, anyway. She knew that he wasn’t. It wasn’t any wonder why he didn’t touch her anymore.

Before her arrangement with you, she fully believed her husband when he told her he wasn’t in the mood because of his new medication. That was the case once upon a time. But once she started sneaking around with you and she realized how easy it was to get away with. That’s when she knew Matt wasn’t interested in her anymore. He was interested in someone else. She had her theories but she wouldn’t know for certain until she confronted him. But she wasn’t sure if she cared enough to have the exhausting argument that was bound to cause in order to find out.

As you are putting the finishing touches to Leigh’s car, you think about the many different scenarios in what could possibly happen between you and Leigh tonight. She’ll probably want to set up a payment plan with you and you were prepared to shut her down. She would try to convince you otherwise and you would stand your ground. Then there were the more hopeful fantasies where she walks in to tell you that she left her husband and wants to be with you. Or that she loves you but she can’t leave her husband quite yet. Then your mind went too far and you imagined her walking in dressed as one of your favorite comic book characters, ready to fuck you again.

“Looking good,” Leigh breaks you out of your head as she enters the garage of the autobody shop.

“Thanks, but I haven’t done anything fun to your car. It’s all interior work,” you say as you shut the hood and clean off a bit of grease that had gotten on the paint with a rag. Finally done with the repairs.

Leigh snakes her way into your view, shaking her head. “I’m not talking about the car,” her sultry tone has your heart racing in anticipation. You freeze like a statue watching as she takes the rag out of your hands and drops it to the floor. “I’m talking about you,” she whispers against your lips. You gulp as she inches closer with every word. She tentatively touches your chest, sliding her hands up and around your neck. You struggle to find the ability to think with her so close.

“What are yo-mmh!” Your question is cut off by her intoxicating lips. It's been weeks since the last kiss the two of you shared. You’re quickly realizing that it’s been the longest weeks of your entire life. You place your hands firmly on her hips and pull her body flush against yours. Not being able to get close enough. There’s no way you’re letting this opportunity slip through your fingers.

Carefully, you lift her on the hood of her car, never removing your lips from hers. Or caring that you’re probably staining her dress with the grease on your gloves. She pulls away long enough to giggle from the action, you even manage a smile before you recapture her lips, swallowing the continued laughter. Her hands roam all over; your face, hair, covered chest, neck, and even starts pulling on the collar of your work jumpsuit.

Feeling the all too familiar dangerous heat between the two of you, you attempt to step back. Only to be held closer by her legs locked on your waist. You grin at her and unzip the jumpsuit, it’s easy to pull the sleeves off but not so easy to step out of, you almost fall over. Leigh catches you before you tumble off to the side and you shake your head, slightly embarrassed. She makes it better by grabbing your head and resuming the kiss.

You respond with a little too much enthusiasm but she isn’t pulling away. You’re a little surprised that she’s allowed things to go this far. She has been putting everything to a halt ever since you told her how you felt. Ever since she shut things down, you couldn’t even glance in her direction in class without her rejecting you. All too soon she’s pushing you back. Reluctantly, you comply and pull away bracing yourself for her to tell you all of the reasons this has to stop. But the mischievous glint in her eyes says otherwise. “Maybe we should take this upstairs,” she hops off the hood and beckons you with the curl of her finger. You follow, like an obedient dog as she makes her way to your apartment upstairs. Tossing your work gloves on the way.

Once you’re inside, you slam the door shut and push her up against it. Keeping her pinned to the wood, you push a strand of hair behind her ear then lightly trail your hand down her neck, over her shoulder, and slowly down her arm feeling her goosebumps dance from the contact of your skin. You hold eye contact with her as you lock the door, smiling at the satisfying click of the lock. You enjoy the way your chests move in sync as you breathe each other in. “Smooth, where’d you learn that one?” She attempts a joke, tension never faltering.

A seductive smile, at least you hope it’s seductive, curls up on your face as both of your hands find their way behind her thighs. “Saw it in a movie,” you grunt as you lift her up, pulling her legs around your waist. You begin to pepper soft kisses along her neck.

Leigh gasps in surprise, “Oh yeah? What movie?”

Smiling against her skin, the only thing on your mind is her, “Can’t seem to remember.”

Groaning in frustration, she pulls your head up from where you started to explore her collarbone and latches onto you for another rushed kiss. You weren’t sure how much time she had but something told you it wasn’t a lot. It doesn’t seem to matter much once you start to lose your mind as she keeps a hold of your head with a tight grip on your hair. You can’t say that you mind though, anything to distract from your racing thoughts. You roll your hips against hers. Her chest arches against yours as her mouth hangs, her head tilted back leaving her neck open to you with her eyes screwed shut. If you weren't in total awe of her right now you probably wouldn’t have heard her silent plea of, “Again.”

Holding her close to you, you roll your hips again and again until you can’t take it anymore and bunch up the dress she was wearing in order to get your fingers inside of her. Holding her steady with one arm and your body still close, you move your free hand around her body. You are further surprised when you find that she doesn’t have any underwear on. This was what she meant by negotiating, now you’re caught up. You bring your lips back to hers and sigh through your nose as you slip one finger inside of her. Leigh pulls away panting heavily and begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. She makes her way back up to your ear as she whispers, “I need more of you.”

“Yeah?” You ask as you insert another finger and kiss her shoulder.

She bites her lip and nods, enjoying the feel of you inside of her once again. You add to her pleasure as you begin to use your thumb to rub circles on her clitorous. “Mmm, I’ve missed you,” she says as she starts to move her hips to ride your fingers. You use them the way you’ve learned how and delight in watching her face as she is being satisfied the way a woman like her deserves to be.

When she looks like she is close, you stop what you’re doing and pull your fingers out of her. Leigh scowls at you as she tries to catch her breath but she knows you. She trusts that you wouldn’t leave her like this. A complete mess, desperate for a release. You lift your hand up and maintain eye contact with her as you lick her juices off of your fingers. Moaning as you savor the taste. She whimpers as she watches you. Then she bites her lip, anticipating your next move.

Returning your hand to her side, you pry her legs apart from their tight grip on you so that you can kneel in front of her. She keeps her curious eyes on you as you get lower and her eyes shut the second that your tongue slips through her folds. Her hands tangle in your hair again and she rocks against your face as you enthusiastically eat her out. “Just like that, fuck,” she curses as you move your tongue in her pussy.

You’re eager to taste her like this again. This time you enjoy as much of her as you can. Not certain that there will be another chance to have her in this way again. With her legs on your shoulders, you thrust your fingers inside of her again while your mouth gives attention to her clit. She begins to move her hips as gets closer to the edge again. You hold onto her to keep her from falling as she orgasms into your mouth. You revel in having made her cum so fast. Her whole body shakes from the impact of the orgasm. The last one she had was with you and she can’t believe that she had deprived herself of this for as long as she had. You keep your mouth on her as she rides out her high and don’t stop until she is trying to push you away.

Carefully, you set her feet back onto the ground. She isn’t able to stand on her own so you have to help her as you rise to be face to face with her. She gives you a lazy, satiated smile. “You know, I came here to give you an orgasm, not receive one from you. After all the work that you did for me, I didn’t need another thing to thank you for.”

You shrug as you wipe off some of her arousal from around your mouth. “Trust me, letting me do that was the best payment I’ve ever received.” You trace her lips with your finger that had been inside of her just seconds ago. Slowly, you slip them between her lips. “Clean them off,” you tell her and she does while maintaining eye contact. Tasting herself and enjoying it but not nearly as much as you had, she finds pleasure in obeying you. She licks and sucks your fingers clean and the sight is almost enough to make you reach a high of your own.

When she’s done with your fingers, Leigh sets her hands on your chest again and pushes you further into the apartment. “My turn,” she says as you hit the armrest of the sofa. She kisses you as she works on your belt and jeans. Once they pool around your ankles, Leigh breaks the kiss and drops to her knees in front of you. She places her mouth on you and does what she had done to your fingers. She licks you, she sucks you, and she looks up to watch you as she makes you fall apart.

You try to keep your eyes open but she knows all of the ways to make that impossible. You warn her that you’re close but she doesn’t remove her mouth from you. Instead she adds her hand to get you there so much faster. You let out a low moan as you reach your climax, nearly falling onto the rest of the sofa. She does for you what you had done for her, she licks up as much of your release as she can.

As you come down from your high and Leigh is making her way up your body, pulling your shirt up and pressing her lips to your skin along the way, your thoughts start to return. Why is this happening right now? She is the one who said she didn’t want us. Is this her way of showing me she’s changed her mind? Does she want a relationship with me? Or is this just sex like before. “Penny for your thoughts?” Leigh continues to pepper light kisses along your exposed shoulder as she pulls your shirt further up. “Where’d you go? I feel like I lost you for a moment there.”

You sigh through your nose, trying to decide whether or not you want to ruin this moment by expressing your thoughts. You help her remove your shirt and decide that all of that could wait for another day. Right now it was about you and her making each other feel good. “Nowhere, I’m right here,” you say as you bring her lips to meet yours, tasting the mix of you and her. Then, stepping out of your shoes and pants, you walk her over to your bedroom. “How much time do you have?” You ask as you start to take her dress off.

“All night,” she whispers as she helps you with her dress. She goes to remove her heels but stops when you shake your head.

“Perfect,” you shut the door behind you once the two of you are inside.

In the morning, she’s still lying there beside you. It’s quite a sight to see, her tangled in your bed sheets while she was peacefully asleep. You never thought you’d get lucky enough to see it before she was out of your life for good. Making the most out of the time you still have, you kiss her shoulder. When she doesn’t stir awake, you remember what she had whispered to you once many weeks ago.

The two of you were fantasizing with each other what kind of things that you want to do with each other but probably never could because of the situation that she was in. “I want to wake up with your tongue inside of me,” the words ring through your head as you make your way between her legs under the covers to fulfill one of her sexual desires. You start by kissing her thighs to get body to react. She moves from laying on her side to laying on her back and you wonder if she is awake. But when you lift the covers to check, her eyes are still closed. So you go back down and start kissing her body again.

Then lightly, you dip the tip of your tongue between her folds to test her. Grazing her clit every time you move your tongue. Not completely believing that she is still asleep. But she doesn’t show otherwise. So you continue on, you get your arms around her thighs to get comfortable. You begin to trace her with your tongue. Then, pressing your tongue flat against her, you lick her in one long motion. Humming against her from her flavor. She lets out a moan and her legs move to tighten around your head. The corner of your mouth lifts up as you realize that she’s waking up.

You bring your right hand back around while you continue to move your tongue in her. To add to her pleasure, you move your hand up her body to stimulate her breast, only to be met with her hand already playing with her nipple. You pause what you’re doing and lift the covers up to find Leigh with a tired pout because you stopped.

“Good morning,” you greet in a husky whisper.

She hums in delight, turned on further just by your morning voice. “Good morning, indeed.”

You move your hand down from where it was laying on top of hers and with both hands on the mattress you push yourself up her body, placing a few kisses along the way. You stop at her chest to kiss both of breasts. Making your way further up, you hover your lips over hers. She tries to kiss you but you move back, not creating much space between you and her but enough that she can’t meet her lips with yours. Leigh’s eyes move from yours to your lips as she bites her bottom lip, anticipating when or if you’ll finally kiss her.

Lowering your right hand between you and her, you enter her slowly but without warning. Leigh gasps as she is filled by you and once you’ve buried yourself deep enough, she chases your lips again but you don’t let her catch you. She begins to pout at you again as you thrust into her, finding a rhythm. It makes you smile, teasing her this way. But she doesn’t care for it, so she moves her lips to kiss other parts of you. Only for a few seconds, you allow her to get what she wants. Then you stop her from kissing your body. She tries to kiss your mouth and you pull out of her completely and she narrows her eyes at you. “Are you trying that power play bullshit?” She asks, her body is begging for a release and you playing with her like this was only testing her patience instead of turning her on.

Your cheeks flush a bright red. “No,” you drag out the word in a playful manner. She scowls at you, making you break into laughter as you fall beside her. “I’m sorry, I thought you might like it.”

“Babe,” Leigh climbs on top of you and guides you back into her. “All I need is you, not some gimmick to spice things up.” You watch her in awe as she rides you. Then she locks her arms around your neck as she finally gets the kiss she had been hungry for since she woke up from the morning cunnilingus. With one hand, you work on bringing her to her climax with the other placed firmly on her hips.

Leigh bites your lip as she ends the kiss and moves onto the existing hickies from last night. She intended to make them worse. So no one else would be tempted and although she disliked this sudden possessiveness over you, she hated the thought of you with someone else so much more. She wished that she could promise you all of her right here, right now. But she couldn’t. She was still married to… oh she couldn’t think about this right now. She was here, with you, and you were much more desirable than her thoughts.

She lifts her body from where it was against yours and grips onto the headboard to keep her grounded. But then she started to picture a life with you. Many mornings like this one, and many nights like last night. Until kids come into the picture. Did you want kids? Maybe you had mentioned it and she ignored you because she didn’t want to know. Now she worried that she was losing her heart to someone that might hurt her the same way or worse. At least she worried for the split second she was able to have the thought. You quickly clear her mind as you bring her closer and closer to the sweet edge only you’ve managed to get her to. Before you, Leigh thought she knew what an orgasm was like. Now she wished that she had met you sooner.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Leigh cries out as she collapses on top of you.

“So much better than coffee,” you pant out.

Leigh laughs and places a lazy kiss on your shoulder. “Did you cum?” She asks as she slides off to the side. She adjusts her position so that she is holding you while the two of you come back to earth.

“Yeah,” you say between breaths with a contagious grin. Leigh mirrors the expression, feeling the energy that you were.

“I love you,” she whispers and before you can say it back she swallows your words with a deep kiss. “Don’t say it,” she says with pleading eyes when she pulls away for a second. You nod and choose to express your feelings through another kiss.

After the two of you lay in your bed for a couple hours, in silence, holding each other, tracing lazy patterns on one another, you pull away from her completely. She sits up, pulling the blanket with her to remain covered and watches you. Worried that your thoughts might’ve caught up with you the way that her own thoughts have. You get up and grab some underwear from your dresser to slip on. Then some jeans and then a t-shirt. You sit on the edge of the bed so that you can put socks on.

“Do you think you’ll ever be ready to leave him?” You remain facing away from her as you let the question slip out. Knowing that you wouldn’t have the courage otherwise.

Leigh shuts her eyes, feeling like the question had stabbed her in the chest. Even though it was a fair question. She wanted to give you a simple answer. It should be a simple answer. But she couldn’t, the situation was too complicated to give you a yes or a no. There were still some good between them. Some of the reasons she married him still exist. And yet they were miserable. The love that was once there, was long gone. They didn’t even have respect for each other anymore. The only way to end each other's misery was to end the marriage. She knew it, she’s pretty certain he knew it too. What was taking them so long, she had no idea.

Feeling as though you might slip away while she makes up her mind, Leigh crawls closer to you. Slipping her arms between yours, she lays her head on your right shoulder as she hugs you from behind. Needing to be close to you. Needing to hold you. Maybe if her arms are tight enough, you won’t be able to leave her just yet when she says all of the wrong things. “I want to,” she pauses as she considers how much she wants to open up to you. “Every day I think I will just do it. Forget my plans, just pack up my things and move back in with my mom. But she has Jules’ sobriety to deal with already. I’m not sure I want to pile my marital problems onto her. Even if I did, we can’t afford a divorce right now. Not unless we’re both able to come to an agreement without getting lawyers involved.”

You nod as you hear her out. You wish that you could make all of her problems disappear, but she needed to know that she could do it on her own. There was nothing better than finding your independence. The strength and liberation was not something you wanted to take away from her. Another thing, you didn’t want her to feel like she had to be with you because she owed you. You wanted her to be with you because she loves you, because she wants you.

While she talks, she continues to wrap her naked body around you. She tosses the covers to the side so she can trap you with her legs as much as she had with her arms. Listening to her, you mindlessly rub her smooth legs to comfort her as best as you can. Knowing that you won’t be able to once you put an end to whatever this is. She needed you to do it. If you didn’t then she would have the option to run to you when she felt weak. She wouldn’t ever find that fire or that strength that you knew was buried deep inside of her. You needed to stop being selfish and you needed to let her go. But the way she clinged onto you made it so difficult to want to do the right thing.

Luckily, there is a knock on your front door and she falls away from you. Not without one more kiss, of course. “You can help yourself to any of my clothes,” you tell her as you leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

“Sorry to interrupt, Y/n. But uh, there’s a girl down there claiming you might know where her sister is,” your coworker says. Although the shop wasn’t meant to open for another couple hours, she always showed up the earliest. The two of you usually opened up together. She was kind of your friend. It was hard to tell because she was pretty closed off.

“Yeah, uh, tell her she’ll be down in a second,” you shut the door and sigh.

“Who was it?” Leigh asks, stepping out in only your t-shirt.

You fall against the front door, your breath taken away by the sight of her. “Reality,” you answer. “Listen, Leigh,” she rushes over to you to stop you from speaking. But you had to do the right thing here. “Once you walk out that door, you have to promise me,” your words fail you as she takes your hand and you lose your strength, “not to call me until you can see me again.” Those weren’t the words that you thought were going to be coming out of your mouth. You wanted to tell her that this was the last time. That she had to make up her mind. That whatever was between the two of you was over until it could be permanently defined. “I don’t want you to get into some sort of trouble. You know?” You drop your head to look at the ground, a little disappointed in yourself.

She smiles and kisses your forehead, “Okay, I promise.” Leigh lifts your head to start something she can’t finish and you stop her by placing both of your hands over hers.

“No, we can’t anymore. Your sister is here. Probably freaking out because you disappeared for the night,” you explain as you drop her hands.

“Right, shit, I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this.” Leigh panics quietly to herself and you try to reassure her that everything will be okay when there is another knock on your door. You shoo Leigh back to the room to get some pants and wait until your bedroom is closed before opening the door in front of you.

This time it isn’t your co-worker. But it isn’t Jules either. It’s the man that you’ve only seen in pictures. You gulp as you try to keep your composer. “Can I help you?” You say with a voice steadier than you are. He doesn’t get a syllable out before Leigh walks out of the room with your pajama pants on this time.

“Look, Jules this isn’t what you–” she stops when she sees him instead. All of the blood rushes out of her face and tears spring to her eyes. “Matt,” she chokes out in a harsh whisper.

Part 2

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liagazed · 2 years

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amour éternel ; s. harrington.

summary: the "endearing" bickering between dustin, robin, and steve for your attention will go on until the ends of time, but of course, not even your brother and best friend can get in between this amour éternel between you and your boyfriend.

tags: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader. best friend robin. dustin being a protective brother, but blink and you miss it! fluff, fluff, fluff. flirty and soft steve. even flirtier reader. implied smut in the end? use of foul language. slight vulgar humour. i think that's it

wc: 2.1k

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To say that Steve was nervous was an understatement. He hadn’t seen you since spring break, and it was now the summer, So college was letting you off the hook for two, almost three months.”Crying over all those college assignments will be worth it eventually” is something Steve knew you’d repeat to yourself, knowing that once you were done, you’d be happy with your boyfriend under the same roof.

Steve did not stop pacing back and forth, wondering where you were and why he didn’t see you amongst the faces of the people in the crowd, so many thoughts swarming his head, like, what if you lost your luggage? Or what if you got lost in the airport and couldn’t find his car?

In reality, it was all stupid thoughts that preoccupied him because all you did was go to the bathroom.

“Jesus– where could (Y/n) be?” Steve semi-yelled, causing Robin to give him an eye roll, one that certainly said ‘you need to calm the fuck down’, and she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Steve, the love of your life is on the way. Maybe visiting the bathroom, for fuck’s sake. Doesn’t everyone have a bladder?” Robin spoke sarcastically, causing Steve's pacing to stop, a frown tugging at his lips, a crease forming between his brows.

“She’s right.” Dustin muttered, eyes pulling away from the crowd for a few seconds to flash Steve a somewhat dirty glare, that look referencing the hindrance that was Steve’s pacing. He looked down at the ground a little, causing Dustin to turn his head back to the swarming crowd of people that made him the slightest bit anxious, knowing how you hated them.

“I’m sorry, it’s just– do I even look okay? Do you think (Y/n)’s still gonna love me?” Steve said as he ran a hand through his hair, gaze worried and hopeless, eyes meeting with Robin’s as he looked for an answer. The words falling from Steve’s mouth even caused Dustin’s hard expression to soften as a wave of worried confusion washed over him. “My sister? Not love you anymore? PLEASE.” Dustin gave a playful roll of his eyes.

“Shut up, Tiny Henderson, I mean it!” Steve cried out in annoyance.

“The not Tiny Henderson has been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and that’s not gonna happen now.” your brother grumbled, Steve groaning at his words and Robin rolling

her eyes once again, wondering how she’d been caught in the middle of all of this– oh, yeah. She also wanted to see you, her long-term best friend. “Robin’s my soulmate” You’d joke, which always put a frown on Steve’s face, puppy eyes and all, a look that said that he thought he was your soulmate, and with a roll of your eyes, the word platonic was forced out of your mouth, giving Steve a kiss of reassurance.

Nonetheless, Robin would never get in the way of your relationship with Steve, she was aware of the consequences that would have due to your undying feelings for one another, and it’s not like she wanted to, anyway, but she understood why Steve felt the way he did, though it was complete and total horseshit.

“Harrington, I had to deal with my best friend’s endless babbling about you all the damn time, so for you to even think that someone who would go home and scream into their pillow because you– Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington– talked to that person once today and winked at them and call me about it HOURS later– still flustered, might I add– is total bullshit.” Robin finally said, bringing a smile to Steve’s lips as he thought about how adorable you were.

“Thanks, Robs.” Steve laughed a little, and Robin couldn’t help but smile at her best friend’s happiness and look of relief.

All thoughts and conversations were abruptly stopped by the sound of static coming from the walkie talkie Dustin clutched in his hand, the words “This is Henderson number 1 returning to base. I repeat, this is Henderson number 1 returning to base, over,” being spoken shortly after.

A wave of excitement washed over all three of your friends (or boyfriend, best friend, and brother), knowing that you weren’t far away. “This is Henderson number 2, where are you located? Over.” Dustin spoke, determination heard clearly in his tone.

“Uh, I’m not that far away, I’m sure you can spot me from here. Nice shirt, Stevie. Over” Steve could practically hear the smirk in your voice and a shade of pink dusted his cheeks as he muttered a thanks to himself.

“Gross, save your flirting for when I’m not around, maybe?” Dustin pleaded in annoyance, causing you to roll your eyes as well as Steve’s. “I see you, I’m on my way. Over and out.” Dustin spoke and dove into the large crowd of people.

“God, I’m so nervous. Are you sure I look okay?” Steve asked, the damned concerned look masking his features once more.

“Yes, Steve, you look great. You and your stupid hair,” Robin reached up and ruffled Steve’s mane of perfectly kept hair, causing him to mutter a ‘stop’ as he fixed his hair, it going back to its perfect Harrington swoop™. “And as you may have heard, you got told that your shirt was nice, meaning that it’s probably code for it’s gonna end up on the floor along with the rest of your clothing articles.” Robin jokes, and Steve was quick to react as his mouth dropped open.

“You’re soooo mature, Buckley,” “Oh, I’m sure that that’s not what’s gonna happen soon after you get home–” the two bickered, all statements made overlapping the other’s.

“Jesus fuck, are you arguing over me?” You said mockingly with a grin, approaching Steve and Robin, Dustin not far behind with your bag. Steve’s head immediately jerked around to face you, frozen in place. He was starstruck, for sure, admiring you in your pretty outfit that would compliment your figure, hands behind your back as your zip-up loosely draped your shoulders. “Damn, are you not excited to see me, Harrington?”

That phrase immediately awoke something in your boyfriend, which you noticed as he engulfed you in a hug, picking you up and spinning you around, a giggle tumbling from your mouth as he put you down, arms still embracing you tightly as if he was afraid to let go. “Well, hello there, Fara Fawcett.” You greeted officially as you wrapped your arms around Steve’s shoulders and held him close, your left hand making its way up to his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Hi, baby.” He mumbled into your shoulder, leaning into your touch, pulling away from the hug just a little bit to see your face. One of his hands cupped your cheek as the other remained on your waist, a dopey, lovesick smile taking over Steve’s face as he scanned over your features. Without a warning, Steve dove down to kiss you passionately. With the fervor that he was kissing you with, you could tell he’s been craving this for a while. You kissed him back with the same amount of passion, Steve’s hand sliding down from your cheek to cup the back of your neck. You deepened the kiss further by tilting your head to the side as you brought a hand up to his face to cup his cheek, the other remaining in his hair.

“Hey, could you maybe… I don’t know– NOT make out in the damn airport!?” Dustin sort of screeched, still not managing to pull the two of you apart. You only pulled back when Steve bit your lip, causing a small moan of pain mixed with pleasure to escape your lips. “Sorry” Steve smirked a little. “I missed you.” Steve rested his forehead on yours as he flashed you a breathless smile. “I missed you, too, Stevie.” you laughed lightly.

“Hey, dingus, quit hogging my best friend, will ya? I missed her, too.” Robin spoke, forcing the two of you apart which caused Steve to frown.

“Hiya, Buckley.” You smiled as you extended your arms, held them open for Robin to be welcome into your loving embrace.

“Hello, Henderson,” She smiled back, almost falling into you as she wrapped her arms around your torso, squeezing you tightly. “Thank God you’re back. I couldn’t deal with Steve’s endless rants about how much he missed you every five minutes.” Robin jokes, bringing a smile to your face as a light chuckle escapes your lips.

“Hey!” Steve yelled in a somewhat hurt tone, pulling you away from Robin the slightest bit. “No, don’t pull away, you’re warm.” Robin mumbled, arms still wrapped around your figure.

“Now you’re hogging my girlfriend, Robin.” Steve mentioned, being annoyed.

“Screw you, I knew her first.” Robin snapped back languidly, anger still somewhat heard in the tone she chose to speak with.

“Uh, no, I did, so quit hogging my sister!” Dustin yelled, causing both Robin and Steve to shoot dirty looks at him.

“Hey, can– okay, can we not argue over me? I’m right here! And quite frankly, I don’t do good with conflict, especially when it involves me.” You finally spoke, pulling away from Robin completely to stand in the middle of where the three stood.

“Sorry, (Y/n).” they all muttered in unison, making their way to the car. Well, Dustin and Robin, at least. Steve waited for them to get closer to the car just so he could scoop you up into his loving embrace and carry you to the car, erupting all sorts of giggles and laughs from your throat, which Dustin rolled his eyes at as he placed your luggage in the trunk.

Robin made her way into the backseat of the car, Dustin doing the same but entering the opposite side. Meanwhile, Steve opened the passenger’s door for you to sit inside. “Merci, mon amour.” You thanked your boyfriend as you fastened your seatbelt, leaving him slightly confused as he shut your door and got in the driver’s seat, shutting his door and fastening his seat belt.

“What language is that?” questioned a confused Steve Harrington.

“It’s french, you dingus.” Robin leaned over Steve’s seat to tell him. “You've been learning french?” Steve asked you as he started the car. “Just a little that I picked up from one of my classmates. Oh, and not to mention you and I had a French class together sophomore year?” You spoke sarcastically.

“Shit, you’re right. I’m sorry, babe.” He leaned over the console of the car to plant a sweet kiss on your temple.

“It’s okay, I still love you.” you responded, Robin and Dustin muttering a “told ya,” at the statement, which caused you to chuckle lightly.

“Shut up,” Steve replied to the two with a grin, his hand beginning to grip your thigh, tracing soft patterns along the inner side of it. You blushed lightly and looked out of your window to face away from Steve. Steve caught this and immediately tried to grab your attention. “Hey,” Steve spoke, barely above a whisper. “I missed you a lot, sweetheart. I love you.”

You smiled at the brunette’s statement and turned to face him. “I love you even more, Stevie.” “Not possible” He chuckled, looking down at his fingers that were now tracing imaginary floral patterns on your inner thigh, going up closer to your heat. You bit your lip to hold back a whimper, shooting Steve a glare that reminded him that Robin and Dustin were in the car as well. He immediately brought his hand back down to your thigh. “I’m not letting you out of my sight all summer, baby,” Steve grinned.

“So you plan to hog my best friend all summer? Is that it?” Robin said, slightly annoyed.

“Yeah, no way, we wanna spend time with my sister, too!” cried Dustin. This sparked a whole argument between the three, one that you did not fail to roll your eyes at. “HEY! What’d I say about the arguing?” You yelled, the three almost immediately having apologetic looks on their faces. “Dustin, I’ll spend time with you, same with Robin.”

“What about me?” Steve pouted, which caused you to cup his jaw and press a gentle kiss on the shell of his ear. “You’ll get your special time with me later, sweet boy.” You whispered directly in Steve’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

I guess that means Robin was right once again.

Let’s pray for those poor articles of clothing then, shall we? the poor things are going to get tossed like rag dolls.

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schraubd · 11 months

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How To Train Your Writer

Right now, on a purely technical/stylistic level, ChatGPT is an okay writer.

It's not great. But it's not bad, either. It's better (and again, we're talking purely technical here -- leaving aside factual hallucinations and the like) than some of my students, and I teach at a law school. Of course, even when I taught undergraduates I was inordinately concerned that many of my students seemingly never learned and never were taught how to write. So there has always been a cadre of students who are very smart and diligent, but just didn't really have writing in their toolkit. And I'd say ChatGPT has now exceeded their level.

The thing that worries me most about ChatGPT, though, isn't that it's better than some of my law students. It's that it will always be better than essentially every middle schooler.

Learning to write is a process. Repetition is an important part of that process (this blog was a great asset to my writing just because it meant I was writing essentially every day for years). But part of that process is writing repeatedly even when one was is not good at writing. Writing a bunch of objectively mediocre essays in middle school is how you learn to write better ones in high school and even better ones in college.

ChatGPT is going to short-circuit that scaffolding. It is one thing to say that an excellent writer in, say, high school, can still outperform ChatGPT. But how will that kid become excellent if, in the years leading up to that, they're always going to underperform a bot that could do all their homework in 35 seconds? The pressure to kick that work over to the bot will be irresistible, and we're already learning that it's difficult-to-impossible to catch. How can we get middle schoolers to spend time being bad writers when they can instantly access tools that are better?

There might be workarounds. I've heard suggestions of reverting to long-hand essay writing and more in-class assignments. There might be ways to leverage ChatGPT as a comparator -- have them write their own essay, then compare it to a AI-generated one and play spot-the-difference. I think frankly that we might also be wise to abolish grading, at least in lower-level writing oriented classes, to take away that temptation to use the bot. I don't care how conscientious you are, there aren't a lot of 14 year olds who can stand putting in hours trying to actually do their homework and then getting blown out of the water by little Cameron who popped the prompt into an LLM and 45 seconds later is back to playing Overwatch. And again, that's going to be the reality, because ChatGPT's output just is better than anything one can reasonably expect a young writer to produce.

In many ways, large language models are like any mechanism of mass production. They displace older artisans, not because their product is better -- it isn't, it's objectively worse -- but on sheer volume and accessibility. The art is worse, but it's available to the masses on the cheap.

And like with mass production, this isn't necessarily a bad thing even though it's disruptive. It's fine that many people now can, in effect, be "okay writers" essentially for free. It's like mass-produced clothing -- yes, most people's t-shirts are of lower-quality than a bespoke Italian suit, but that's okay because now most people can afford a bunch of t-shirts that are of acceptable quality (albeit far less good than a bespoke Italian suit). The alternative was never "everyone gets an entire wardrobe of bespoke Italian suits", it was "a couple of people enjoy the benefits of intense luxury and most people get scraps." Likewise, I'm not so naive as to think that most people in absence of ChatGPT would have become great writers. So this is a net benefit -- it brings acceptable-level writing to the masses.

If that was all that happened -- the big middle gets expanded access to cheap, okay writing, with "artisanal" great writing remaining costly and being reserved for the "elite" -- it might not be that bad. But the question is whether this process will inevitably short-circuit the development of great writers. You have to pass through a long period of being a crummy writer before you become a good or great writer. Who is still going to do that when adequacy is so easily at hand?

I'm not tempted to use ChatGPT because even though my writing takes longer, I'm confident that at the end my work product will be better. But that's only true because I spent a long time writing terribly. Luckily for me, I didn't have an alternative. Kids these days? They absolutely have an alternative. It's going to be very hard to get them to pass that up.

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damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 1 year

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A Letter to My Beloved

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MC has just returned from a difficult Ministry assignment and is extremely depressed—until she finds a letter from her husband, Ominis, waiting for her on her nightstand.

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW, but please read the content notes in the below bullet

Angst, comfort and hope.™ It ends on a good note (literally lol), I promise :) Fair warning, this whole thing hinges on exploration of the effects of Ominis’ canon childhood PTSD

Word count: 1,845

A/N: and now we come to the kind of fic where I am in my feelings and exploring/musing why Ominis is my favorite character in the whole game. It is for this reason I almost posted this using my MC’s name instead of leaving it open, but I decided to leave it open-ish. You are free to cherry-pick and ignore parts that don't apply to your own interests/MC’s narratives—in fact, I encourage it. I promise I will not be offended lol

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MC returned home at nearly two o’clock in the morning from a Ministry assignment that called only for her ancient magic and involved putting down a rather troublesome poacher who was trying to start a small following. It seemed to matter not how many years passed after Ranrok and Rookwood's defeat; there was always another poacher, goblin faction or dark wizard that the overworked aurors passed off to MC. She was soaked from rain, every muscle in her body ached, and she was covered in the blood of people whose names she would never know.

Ominis would surely be asleep by now, and she felt some bitterness. Impulsively, she thought it was bitterness at Ominis for going to bed before she got home, but no—this was not his fault. He had experienced his own struggles that day and she would not lay any blame at his feet for this.

She was bitter at the Ministry of Magic for making them do this in exchange for protection from the Gaunt family, but she was also bitter towards herself for even getting the two of them into this relationship with the Ministry. She let her mind wander back to that moment as she drew a bath and did her best to scrub the memory of this night from her skin.

It had been a moment of desperation; they had been fleeing from Ominis' mother after she had tracked them down and, in a fit of rage, nearly killed MC. Ominis' pleas had been rejected by the Ministry officer who saw them until Ominis had tightly held his pale, trembling and completely silent betrothed, who was still trying to recover from the cruciatus curse his mother had cast upon her with full force. As he had later told MC, the blood-curdling screams she made that night would forever haunt him. He had begun to weep at his soon-to-be wife's state there before the officer, and the officer relented. He told the pair that the Ministry would consider their case off the books—in other words, they would help protect the couple, putting Ministry officials in a potentially awkward position with the well-connected Gaunt family, if the couple could return the favor. MC wished through every damned Ministry assignment that she had been stronger, had done something differently... anything so the couple weren't indebted to the Ministry in exchange for being given protection from one of the most unstable and dangerous families in the European wizarding world.

It was now three o’clock in the morning. Ominis would be waking before her in just a few hours, and she would have to sleep longer instead of waking up next to her beloved husband to see his sleepy face and kissing him good morning. She had no idea how this arrangement could be kept whenever they decided to start having children. A pang of despair hit her already exhausted mind, and as she donned her soft nightgown, a Christmas gift from Ominis, she began to cry. She was exhausted, and she cursed the Ministry under her breath for not even allowing her the privilege of crying in her husband's arms that night. He was her solace, their marriage her refuge. Yes, she suffered through these Ministry tasks and coped with the long-lasting effects of his mother's attack, and she worried about the future. She cried and sometimes felt helpless. But it was all such a minuscule price to pay to experience his endless capacity for love. He felt incredibly guilty that these things happened because of him, but she always assured him that none of it was his fault. She would do it all again just to see his smile.

The bedroom was dark, save for moonlight that occasionally peeked through the clouds outside. She caught a glimpse of Ominis, peacefully asleep on his side of the bed as she slowly turned up a gas lamp just long enough to get settled into bed. His blond hair was already splayed in a few different directions while he breathed softly, delicate pale skin speckled with those adorable little moles that shifted ever so slightly as he rested, his slender frame curled up under the ivory sheets. She smiled, noticing he had gone to bed without changing out of his button-down shirt again. He often did that when he was extremely tired or had stayed up too late with something, and she wondered what he had been busy doing. Feeling another lump in her throat, she gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. A small part of her hoped the soft touch would wake him, but he was too deeply asleep. She sighed, sat on her side of the bed and dried her eyes, about to turn out the light when she saw a little unmarked envelope on her nightstand. Turning it over, she noticed it was sealed with a heart-shaped wax stamp. A letter from Ominis. Her shoulders relaxed as she carefully opened it, a sliver of happiness glinting in her mind.

Despite their being married over a year now, Ominis sometimes struggled with displaying affection in conventional ways due to his upbringing in the House of Gaunt. Affection had generally been lacking in his childhood home, but his own parents and siblings had also repeatedly cast the cruciatus curse on him when he was a child after he refused to cast the same spell on muggles. It left invisible, lifelong scars that stretched their way into his marriage. Sometimes Ominis could communicate his affection through touch when he couldn’t find the words, but there were times when he struggled with that, too. He had been this way as long as MC had known him, and she had lovingly embraced it as part of him many years ago.

When he was struggling with both verbal and physical affection, he would write her letters like the one she now held, sealed with that wax heart stamp. Sometimes he would hand them to her directly, and other times, like now, he would leave them somewhere for her to find later. Sometimes the letters were just a few lines succinctly expressing what he couldn’t earlier, or a sweet poem he composed. Other times he would apologize for an argument or simply write to her for the sake of writing to her.

Ominis had, indeed, been struggling earlier that day. He had been very quiet, and had shied from her touch. He flinched when she tried to gently place her hand on the side of his face and had trouble kissing her goodbye. He was always frustrated and embarrassed by it, despite MC reassuring him that it was all right, and that she knew he loved her to the ends of the earth and back. She had needed to leave him in a rather despondent state for this assignment, and it broke her heart to do so. But this letter, now in her hands, gave her comfort that he found at least some relief in writing. Careful to leave the little wax seal in one piece, as she always did, she opened the letter. This one was longer than most. She was interested to know what it was that ended up taking such a long piece of paper with so many folds to make it fit in the little envelope.

A Letter to My Beloved Aug. 9th, 1898

Dear MC, I am sorry you had to leave for a Ministry assignment while I was struggling again. I feel selfish that you had to leave our home with thoughts of worry for me. Please forgive me. I sometimes feel I am a burden, despite your tireless reassurances that I am not. A small part of me worries you will someday tire of reassuring me. I hope that you smile at this and find my concern silly.

I also hope you do not worry about upsetting me with these assignments. They are important, if unfortunately necessary, and I am forever in your debt for them. Since the day we met as students, I admired your resolve. You never asked for the ability to wield ancient magic, yet you are ever gracious in its continued use for our safety and the safety of everyone you aid. For that, I cannot hope to ever fully express my gratitude and admiration. I often wish I could take this burden from you and take your place out there in the rain and cold. I would take away all your struggles and shoulder them myself if I could.

I am sure you are quite exhausted, cold and unhappy at the moment. I do wish I were awake to help you wash away the dirt and rainwater. Caring for you is one of the most important things to me. It is just another in a long list of superlatives I cannot ever hope to fully communicate to you regarding your importance to me. I want this letter to ease your sadness, and I dearly hope that I can make up for it tomorrow with a warm embrace and words of love on my lips once again. In the meantime, please accept this letter in lieu of my kiss goodnight to you.

I cannot help but find joy in writing letters to you as if we were star-crossed lovers. I find incredible delight in proudly announcing my love for you on paper. I only hope you equally enjoy reading it. I want to proclaim my love for you always, and write the most beautiful poems for you with your favorite flowers pressed into the paper. I am frustrated that the English language only has so many words for how I feel about you. Despite everything we have endured, you remain by my side. There are days when I cannot fathom why you do it. The days we quarrel or are overcome with grief, I wonder why you remain with me. When I poured my heart out to you in that scriptorium all those years ago in desperation, certain we were fated to die there, I wondered why you stayed by my side until the bitter end instead of thinking me strange or irrational. Through the attack upon you by my own family, your love for me never once wavered. I still think you are quite mad, but I also reel at the idea that you never stopped loving me or wanting to be near me. For all of this, my affection only grows deeper. Holding your hand is more magical than any spell anyone has ever cast. Sitting next to you brings me unending peace. Waking up next to you is one of my greatest joys in life. I am already anticipating tomorrow morning when I get to kiss your sleeping form and pull the sheets around you to keep you warm.

Until we can enjoy each other’s company again in waking life, please know I am with you in your dreams beside you. You are my dearest friend, my greatest ally, and my beloved wife. I love you.

Yours, forever lovingly, Ominis

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