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fairsweetlonging · 2 months ago

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system wardrobe malfunctions and small scenario pushers: exteme edition au

after his qi deviation, shen qingqiu starts working on slowly building up relations with his fellow peak lords and disciples; saving liu qingge in the caves, spoiling luo binghe rotten, freely praising his students, inviting the sect leader over for tea, he's a whole new person!

and yet... his friendliness levels aren't going up.

he knows it's a bit icky to judge his relations with other people based on numbers an alien entity is giving him, but he needs them to survive, and he swears that once he's above a certain threshold (somewhere between "civil" and "friendly", he figures), he will mute every and all notifications regarding it.

but they're just not going up. since his deviation he's at least managed to claw his way from "hostile" to "tolerant" with most of them, but some are somehow still stuck in the "aloof" section! they wouldn't even care if he died!

he just doesn't know what he's doing wrong; he understands these things take time, but it feels so bad when people refuse to sit next to him or sigh when they're assigned a mission with him, especially since it's not his fault.

now, it so happens that, one day, the system hears his woes and takes pity on him.

【 user seems to experience difficulty increasing character favor levels 】

you could say that

【 would host like to utilize our special deluxe package to activate 'The Path of Blossoming Hearts and Unspoken Affections' free of charge? ₊˚⊹♡ 】

though shen qingqiu isn't trustful of the system's antics, he can't deny that so far they have helped him well enough, and since it's free of charge with no penalties, wouldn't it be a waste not to use it? the title is a bit dubious, but was the original shen qingqiu not known for his frozen heart? for never sparing a single nice word to anyone? this could be his chance to let it blossom without the system nagging on his characterization.

【 accept optional mission? [yes]/[no] 】

he picks [yes].

two weeks later, he wishes he hadn't.

the package is devided into small scenarios that mostly appear at random, ranging from small dialogue challenges where he has to pick the right option (he really doesn't like those, the dehumanization of it makes his skin crawl), to the equivalent of two rivals getting locked in a room together.

the first few scenarios are minor and not very impactful, to the point where he's finished three of them and his favor count with qi qingqi has increased a whopping +2 (still "aloof") and that of wei qingwei +5 (still "tolerant").

his fourth scenario, however, reminds him of exactly why he should never accept gifts from strange screens floating in the sky.

he's on a nighthunt with liu qingge to slay a mirebeast that's been terrorizing travelers—an amphibious creature with thick, slimy skin, a crocodile tail and a leech-like mouth that shoots mucus when threatened... and shooting mucus it did.

while his clothes can easily be cleaned with a cleaning talisman, he never feels truly clean himself unless he actually bathes. luckily, there's a beautiful, glass-like pond nearby that's surrounded by natural demonic-repellent vegetation, a win! he's just draped his clothes over a nearby branch and submerged himself in the water, when the system rings out.

【 heads up! small scenario "Stolen Silks and Sunlit Waters" is about to begin! penalty: none. wishing user good luck (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) 】

hold up—stolen what.

stolen silks. his silks. stolen by a mossy-jade stag that happens to scratch its huge antles on the exact tree he hung his clothes on, which rattles the branch and causes his robes to fall exactly onto its head, spooking it into a gallop as it disappears into the forest.

how. how does that even happen.

shen qingqiu is just about to get out of the water when of course liu qingge chooses that exact moment to stomp into the glade looking for him, even though he should have been miles away to the village to ensure the people the beast is dead.

for anyone looking in from the outside, it's not a bad picture: shen qingqiu, with his hair pulled up and away from his slender neck, submerged to his (very bare!) pale shoulders in golden sunlit waters, surrounded by lotus flowers and lily pads. to liu qingge, this must be a terrible view, apparently—shen qingqiu can think of no other reason that would cause his face to flush so bright red.

liu qingge tosses his outer robe on the grass between them and turns resolutely around. it's only a bit insulting—is shen qingqiu not pretty enough to try and sneak a look at? even just a glimpse? meanwhile liu qingge is trying really hard to mentally recite the ethics sutra to not fixate on the sound of shen qingqiu getting out of the water (naked!!) or the rustle of fabrics as he wraps liu qingge's robe around his (naked!!!!) body. when liu qingge turns around he flushes an even darker shade as he sees shen qingqiu's bare legs and feet sticking out from under the robes.

"thanking shidi," says shen qingqiu, who notices none of this, as he pulls the robe a little closer around him, "for coming to this one's untimely rescue."

liu qingge grunts, turns, and walks away.

【 congratulations! liu qingge's favor increased. character satisfaction points +50. please continue to work hard! 】

shut up

【 ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა 】

they return to the sect victorious, but very embarrassed. the mirebeast gets all the blame. where his clothes are? well—uh, gone. the mucus dissolved them. yes he knows that's not how mucus works but it did this time okay?!!

yue qingyuan acts a bit strange seeing shen qingqiu wearing liu qingge's outer robes. he almost qi deviates when he finds out his shidi is wearing absolutely nothing under it. it's all very dramatic. apparently the sect is made up of people who shower with their clothes on or something.

【 ⁺‧₊˚bonus scenario!!˚₊‧⁺˖ interactive dialog quest: pick the best suited options to win additional favor points! 】

i don't like where this is going

"shidi?" yue qingyuan asks, looking at him with those big worried puppy eyes.

【 choice A: (demure) this shidi is cold. will you not invite me in at least?

choice B: what are you looking at?! mind your own business stupid old man!

choice C: i'm in love with liu qingge 】

WHAT

if he was drinking tea he would have spat it out, and then coughed himself to death. what the hell kind of options are these!!

【 system has based these options on what will earn (or lose!) user the most points. please pick one. 】

[ admin notes: option A will earn +60 points. option B will neither increase nor decrease points. option C will decrease -100 satisfaction points and increase +200 heartbreak points ]

shen qingqiu silently curses the system. option B is way out of line, even for the original shen qingqiu, who probably would insult yue qingyuan, but not with so little class. he doesn't even consider option C an actual option. and, well, he is cold. and wet. and almost naked. he would like a warm bath and some clothes. A it is then.

he doesn't like the way yue qingyuan's face light up when he grits out the dialog.

【 congratulations! yue qingyuan's favor increased. character satisfaction points +60! keep up the good work! 】

he can't keep doing this much longer.

unfortunately, he does have to keep doing this for much longer.

he's just about to go to bed when someone knocks on the door. luo binghe is already sleeping so he goes himself. just as he's about to open the door the system rings out—but it's too late.

shen yuan is used to wearing old tshirts to bed and no pants (he hates the feeling of his legs being restricted while he sleeps), so he doesn't really care when the only equivalent of this in pidw is a silk nightgown. his mother wore them, his sister wore them. hell, one of his brothers once bought one for fun and ended up using it for months. it's florally embroidered with puffy sleeves and reaches to his knees, that's decent enough, right?

【 heads up! small scenario "Dreamy Encounters at Dusk" is about to begin! good luck! 】

he has no idea what that's supposed to mean and he doesn't care. he opens the door, and it's mu qingfang. not... that unusual, but still.

"can this master help you?"

it takes mu qingfang a moment to remember what he's here for, it seems, because he stares at shen qingqiu for a good few seconds before raising an eyebrow like he's caught him doing something wrong.

"does shen-shixiong always answer the door like this?"

shen qingqiu glares back. "only when unsolicited guests come stumbling around my porch in the middle of the night."

"fair enough."

apparently he's here on behalf of yue qingyuan, who had asked him to do a post mission check up as soon as he was available, which is now. which yue qingyuan had apparently forgotten to relay to shen qingqiu himself. awesome.

he invites mu qingfang in (he can hardly close the door on him, it's late for him too!), and sits through the usual poking and prodding.

the system is prodding, too.

【 would user like some advice on how to maximize point earning? 】

【 ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) system is only trying to help!! 】

i really don't need your help with this, thanks. i can keep a conversation on my own.

【 optional system booster: not mandatory. user may choose to decline this quest.

option 1: this one appreciates your care. the hardship is... unexpected. (look away shyly). i find it difficult to accept help sometimes, even when i need it.

option 2: i'm in love with you.

option 3: stand up and pretend to faint into his arms 】

shen qingqiu is about to spit blood—what the HELL is this!!! why do all your options make you look bipolar HUH??? and what's this about professing my love to people?!! why is that always an option??! this isn't a dating simulator, stupid system, they'll think i'm crazy!

【 all these options result in an increase of character satisfaction points (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 】

HOW

【 (ó﹏ò｡) user seems misinformed about character preferences. [mu qingfang] likes to take care of people! 】

... i decline the quest. booster. whatever. i'll figure it out myself. and stop talking about him like he's some one dimensional character!

they hear stumbling coming from the little side room, then the creaking of floorboards. binghe peeks through the door, hair sleep-ruffled and his robes pulled on over his sleeping clothes.

"shizun?" he asks, worried, "what's wrong? why is mu-shishu here?"

【 ⁺‧₊˚bonus scenario!!˚₊‧⁺˖ interactive dialog quest: pick the best suited options to win additional favor points! 】

oh god, not again.

【 option A: (gently) nothing is wrong, binghe. this master is alright. go back to sleep.

option B: (gently) nothing is wrong, binghe. this master is alright. (invite him to sit next to you during the examination)

option C: (gently) nothing is wrong, binghe. this master is alright. mu-shidi is just keeping me company tonight. 】

huh. so you can give meaningful options that i would actually consider picking?

【 ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ 】

[admin notes: option A will decrease -100 points for luo binghe. option B will increase +20 points for luo binghe. option C will decrease -300 points for luo binghe, and increase +20 points for mu qingfang. option A & C increase luo binghe jealousy levels with 400 points].

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ningvory · 2 months ago

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yaaaayyy congrats on hitting 2k this is big!!! <3 <3

I was thinking maybe we could get a massage parlor AU with pervy mausseuse!julie being obsessed with her new client's ass to the point where she can't keep her fingers to herself and decided to give reader's ass a "deep tissue massage". So some dubcon and anal but feel free to add other things too! <3

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a/n: anon this has gagged me..and i was lowkey feeling like reader with the major back problems..might need to go to a massage parlor myself..

CW: dubcon, g!p julie, ass play, anal, degrading, readers first time with anal, julie takes advantage of how oblivious reader is, belle is readers cowokers and recommends it to her, not proofread!

your back has been killing you for what seemed like forever, and being hunched over looking at a computer screen for over five hours doesn’t help you one bit. it’s probably the reason why your back is in the state it it.

normally you don’t have such an awful posture but it’s almost physically impossible to keep a straight posture the whole day. then you only have a thirty minute lunch break and a fifteen minute break.

“y/n~ fix your posture!” the voice of your coworker, anabelle pulled you away from the screen on your computer. when her words finally registered into your head, you slowly fixed your posture.

“it’s just so hard to keep a good posture, my lower back is killing me..” you mumbled, trying to ignore the pain from your back.

“luckily for you, i know someone who works at that new massage parlor down the street from our apartment area!” anabelle quietly squealed, almost like she’s been dying to tell you this information.

before you could even ask her anything she answered your questions almost immediately, “her names julie, she’s a few years older than us. i’ll book your appointment and text her that you know me!” she smiled before dragging a guest chair to the side of your chair.

she pulled the booking website up, doing all the work for you like shes worked at a massage parlor before, only letting you pick your favorite oils and candles for you. “done! your deep tissue massage is booked for 6:30 pm today, i got you the deluxe package so don’t forget to remove every single clothing, including your panties~” anabelle smiled your way, it was currently 6:00 pm, exactly an hour away from the time so you and anabelle began to pack up your things.

“you must be y/n, right? you’re our last client of the day!” the woman asked, you confirmed her assumption with a meek ‘yes’.’ “i can tell this is your first time at a massage parlor so i’ll guide you where you need to go.” the receptionist came from behind the counter to lead you the way.

she stopped in front of the changing rooms, “here’s your white and gold robe that come with the deluxe package, along with matching slippers.” she handed you it, allowing you to change in it.

once you got in the changing room, you stripped all your clothes, placing it in the bag your brought. you silently thank yourself for carrying extra clothes in your trunk in case of an emergency. you were slightly nervous, you’ve seen the videos of their hands going all over the client’s body and the noises that unexpectedly come out.

you opened the door, handing her the bag with your clothes and letting her lead the way to the room which was right around the corner, “ms. julie is already waiting for you in there. enjoy!” she lady said walking off, giving you a small smile.

you opened the door, to see julie sitting in her chair scrolling on her phone until she heard the door close, eyes falling on you and smiling. “ahh you must be y/n~ i’m julie.” she smiled at you, extending her hand for you to take. her personality relaxing you quickly.

“hey nice to meet you!“ you smiled, shaking her hand, “first time here?” she asked, noticing your nervousness, removing your robe for you and sitting you down on the table. “yeah” you said breathily, your nipples began to harden from being exposed to the atmosphere. you didn’t noticed her smirk when she took a look at your ass, “don’t worry~ and just relax..” she dragged the work out.

she began to set up the oils and candles, the ones you preferred. she grabbed the remote to the flatscreen tv in the room and played her shuffle of music to make thing less awkward for you. she instructed for you to lay down on your tummy and place your head in the hole before adjusting it to fit your body height just right.

she started warming your body up, placing the oils on your body, gently loosening you up, pulling a small moan from your mouth. “breathe, baby” she reminded you, guiding your breaths with her own. she quickly finds the tense spots, getting rid of them almost instantly, dragging out whimpers that just go straight to her cock! it didn’t help that your ass was just on full display for her and your whines makes it worse :(

when she gets to your lower back, just above your ass, she get a little rougher, massaging the most tense spot of your back, pulling out small moans. her hands slowly cups your ass cheeks, softly squeezing them in her hands and spreading them wide, revealing your cunt and asshole to her. “julie? is..is this apart of the massage?” you gasp, fighting the urge to moan. “of course, why wouldn’t it be? i’m a professional ‘ya know.” she bites her lip, responding to you.

“ah~ sorry” you replied, deadpanning yourself for asking something stupid, why would it not be apart of the massage? “no worries, sweetheart, now..tell me how this feels..” she interns her oil covered finger into your ass, earning a loud whine from you before swiftly slapping a hand to your mouth. “f-feels good..” you whine, the new sensation flooding your system.

you heard her pants unzip and her boxers fall to the ground, and that’s when you figured this probably wasn’t apart of the message, but your body felt so relaxed after she worked her magic and she was attractive. “don’t scream.” she warns your before pushing her thick cock into your ass, rendering you speechless, your eyes were closed tight trying to adapt to the stretch.

“so oblivious..it’s cute..” she grunts, pulling her cock all the way out just to plunge right back into your tight ass, you couldn’t find it in you to form a sentence, strangled moans just spilled out of your mouth.

“answer, slut.” she smacks your ass, making a loud moan come out of your mouth. the rooms were actually soundproof but she thinks it’s cute how hard you try to keep quiet. “y-yea..sorry” you reply, not really sure of what she even said.

she finds a steady pace, making you slide up and down on her table from the force of her thrust. “m-more please..” you beg and she smiles behind you before her hand found your hips and began ponding into you with her other hand toying with your clit, making you squirm under her touch.

after a few more thrusts and her degration, you felt something unfamiliar bubbling in your tummy, “julie.. i think i have to pee?” you questioned, not even sure yourself what this feeling was.

she giggled at your words, “silly baby, you’re about to squirt.” she explained, rubbing your clit quicker, as you thrash around on the table, back arching deeper into the table as you squirt all over her, legs shaking under her.

“fuck!” julie whines, shooting her thick spurts of cum into your used ass. “your appointment is all done!” she chuckles, pulling her spent cock out of you and zipping her pants up, and helping you get situated.

“should we schedule your next appointment? from now on my services will be free!” she winks, washing her hands off at the sink in the room. “uh huh..” you breathe out, still trying to collect yourself after that orgasm. “see you soon then!” she slips a paper with her phone number on it in your bag, and bids you goodbye for now.

you looked down and read the paper,

‘need to fill your other holes up too.. call me! <3’

#♡.kiof #♡.julie #kpop smut #wlw smut #g!p #kiof smut #kiof julie smut #julie smut #kiof x reader

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jolalibrary · 7 months ago

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midnight bedsheets

joel miller x f!reader | joel masterlist

summary: you and joel find some bedsheets.

wordcount: 1.2k warnings: fluff/little smutty - allusions to smut. mostly fluff those guys. i needed this. post outbreak. joel is smitten. soft!joel because he's my fave. AN: written on my phone so, mind the errors.

When the two of you had split up, Joel had a feeling that you wouldn’t look for one goddamn thing he’d asked you to.

He’d seen it.

That glimmer of fucking mischief shimmering in your eyes, tracing your lips with the tip of your tongue, hand on your hip, I’ll be sure to keep my pretty eyes open, Miller.

He doubted you would. But he wouldn’t, and couldn’t, doubt your eyes were pretty.

They had burned themselves into him by now. To the point he knows the exact shades that make them up; all well known to him, able to pick them out from a lineup, if he so needed to.

Having seen them in all manner of ways—looking up at him, next to him, underneath him. Seen them when the sun shined, when the snow fell; when the rain fell and the thunder clapped.

Kicking his foot against something picked over, he listens for your boots, for you turning over your side of the store. Clicking his tongue, shaking his head, heading your way, knowing, before he finds you, that you’ve located something they weren’t looking for.

Sometimes, he doesn’t like knowing you so well. Finding you on your hands and knees, ass in the air—hips wiggling as you stretch yourself, reaching and reaching, shirt having risen and exposing more of your skin to him. Tempting him, like the fucking temptress you are—

“Y’need any help there?”

He shouldn’t think what a sight it is, but he does.

Flicking his thumb against his finger, fighting himself about getting down onto his knees behind you and reminding you of how good he can make you feel.

Memories of you like this, his knees on the outside of yours, the feel of you enveloping him as he slid his cock into your—

“No, I’m good.”

“You sure—”

Whatever you’d been grasping for, must have come loose. Because you shoot up, resting back on your knees—head looking over your shoulder, a smirk on your face.

And not just any smirk. That smirk. The one that makes him hot under the collar of his jacket and makes blood rush to his cock.

It’s the one you sent him when out in the river washing two days ago, when you flung your soaked shirt at him—the slap sounding out in the quiet of the world. Should come warm me up, Miller. A thing he repeated in a grumble under his breath when he removed his boots, layers and trudged out to pull your wet, clean skin against him.

Now, though, he watches in real-time as the smirk shifts into something softer when you stand—when the thing in your hand comes into view. Wrapped in crinkling plastic packaging, the fabric inside folded intricately as he catches the words: Deluxe and Bedsheets.

He watches as you smear your fingers over the front, removing the thick dust, it clagging and clinging to your skin as you try to peer through the muck at what you’d found.

“What y’found?”

“Bedsheets,” you reply, not looking up—voice distant, soft, almost too soft for you.

His weight shifts as he swallows. Already imagining what you’re thinking. Remembering summer breezes in backyards, big sheets billowing, drying off as laughter plays. Hell, he can hear it himself—practically could lose himself to the memory if he tries hard enough.

“We’ve not got room for it.”

Looking up, your eyes narrow—a little bit of fury in your eyes as you roll your jaw. “But, we’ll make room. Right?”

Right. He thinks.

“Joel?”

“Fine.”

He’s not sure when he’s stopped being able to say no to you.

It’s days until the two of you are back in the familiar peeling walls.

The scent is both dire and familiar all at once as he helps you remove the bag from your shoulder, it thudding on loose floorboards as he begins to remove his.

He waits. Waiting for the moment you ask for it, the thing he’s somehow folded and squeezed into his pack. The thing which sat at the base, stared at him when he dug in for his bottle or foil-wrapped food.

You last thirty seconds.

He’d been counting. Grumbling for water as he tells you he’ll grab it, hands finding the plastic with ease—briefly, allowing himself to grasp at it, feel that familiar texture that reminds him of normalcy and shopping.

“You gonna help me?”

Shaking his head, Joel grabs the glass you’ve poured for him. Taking a sip. Letting you stew.

“Think of it like this, the quicker you help me make the bed, the quicker you can make these sheets yours.”

Chewing his tongue, he swirls the murky water in his glass, giving you a minute, not quite biting immediately. “How am I gonna do that?”

Shrugging, your fingers slide down the buttons of your shirt, popping not one, but two open. “Use your imagination, Miller.”

“Filthy, woman,” he snorts, glass slamming down as he moves around the table as you laugh.

A sound that’s beautiful, and warm. A thing he won’t admit, even as he helps, as he takes a side of the bed before your hand brushes his, handing him the packet. Reading you. Tilting his head as he rips it open, being sure to focus on your eyes, knowing they'll widen, biting the inside of his cheek when they do.

And he knows that look. The one that, if you weren't so stubborn, would be matched with your mouth falling open, all in awe.

It makes him half tempted to move around to your side of the bed and see if he’s right. Undo the button on your jeans, slide his thick fingers against the fabric covering your mound, and see if there's a patch, a damp slither as he spots you pushing your thighs together.

But, your face is blank. Unreadable. A thing you're good at, so easily able to bury the effect he has on you as you begin to hum.

A thing he tries not to shake his head at, because it’s nice. Normal. For a moment able to close his eyes and pretend they’re in a bedroom, in a house, something they’ve chosen rather than been given.

It running through his mind. As it does sometimes.

What you’d be like if the world hadn’t pushed you to adapt, whether you’d be as charmed by him as you are now. His eyes catching yours as the two of you shake your pillows in the new sheet—a smile there, kissing your eyes and gracing your lips.

And he hopes you would have been.

Thinks maybe you might have been.

It’s only when it’s done, the bed dressed, does he see the beauty of what you’d seen. The sheets a deep blue, almost midnight, decorated with intricately stitched swirls and stars that break up the expanse.

“It’s like that time we hunkered under that tree,” you say, eyes gazing down at it. “When we saw all those stars.”

He hums. Taking the corner between his finger and thumb, feeling the rich cotton—how it’s not over worn, likely has its thread count.

“Remember what we did under them?”

Biting the inside of his cheek, he flicks his gaze up at you—chin still tucked to his chin. Seeing how another button is undone, exposing the valley between your breasts.

“Get on the bed.”

This time, he didn’t have to ask you twice. Thank fuck.

an: I’m a bit rusty with Joel, so forgive me 🩷

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slushycoookie · 7 months ago

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Spa Day ~ Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Content: You and Miguel go to the spa, mainly fluff, gets smutty towards the end, "wife" and "girl" are used, thigh grinding, masturbation, perhaps a hint of a praise kink, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Had an idea to do a cute spa day with Mig. Enjoy!

“Welcome to the Sunny Side Spa! Are you checking in?”

The receptionist asked, smiling wide as you and Miguel walked inside. You were too busy taking in the peaceful atmosphere to respond. Admiring the soft bright lighting, harpsichord music, and divulging in the lavender aroma.

Miguel stepped in, “Yes. For the deluxe package?”

“Wonderful! Right this way!” You took your husband's hand, following the cheery woman down a hall and to the right, where the showers and locker rooms were. “Please wash up and put on our robes so we can start your ultimate spa experience!”

Your heart sped up in excitement, trying to contain it as you and Miguel went your separate ways in the locker rooms. Sunny Side Spa was a new spa that opened up on Earth-438, being highly recommended by some of the spiders in Spider Society. Ben mainly as he raved about his experience. Saying he suggested it to a few others too because it was that good. Jess came to you a few days later about the same spa and then so did Peter the day after. All boasting about their experiences, wanting you and Miguel to go too.

They mentioned how difficult it was pushing Miguel to go out and try new experiences. Especially after his major role in forming the elite spidey team. But once he started dating you, he was open to branching himself out. Even more so after marriage.

So when you brought up the spa trip with him, he was interested. He didn’t think he'd even been to the spa before when he couldn’t remember the last time he's had a massage or a facial. You weren't sure yourself. Hence why it was clear you two had to get in some relaxation time.

The cream-colored robe you put on felt like cotton. It was warm and soft to the touch with notes of eucalyptus hitting your nostrils.

Miguel was waiting for you, leaning against the wall while listening to the receptionist rave about the deluxe package. You didn't catch much of it, only hearing a little bit about a deep tissue massage.

“Ah you too look adorable!” She complimented before motioning you all to the massage room. The lady repeated what she told Miguel about everything that's in the deluxe package. A deep tissue massage, followed by a manicure, pedicure and a facial. While you all were fed complementary food and drinks. And as an added bonus, a private sauna room you can go to at the end of the wellness visit.

The lady handed you a pamphlet of the details in case you forget as she left you two in the room to wait for your masseuse. Your eyes caught the option to do hot stones in the massage to maximize muscle relaxation.

“Maybe you should pick this one.” You pointed out.

Miguel glanced over your shoulder, letting out a playful huff. “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing…” You teased, “My man works hard. Just want to make sure we're making the most out of our stay.”

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. “I appreciate the thought, baby.”

The massages you received were out of this world.

Once meeting with your personal masseuse, you lied face down, uncovering your robe for easy access. The masseuses' hands roaming every inch of your bare back. Rubbing spots along your muscles that you didn’t even know were tense. All of the tension built up inside faded away once the soft fingers of your personal masseuse melted it away.

You couldn’t help but groan loudly at the feeling, hearing your masseuse laugh. “Feel good, yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Miguel was enjoying his massage as his groans resonated in the room. While he occasionally instructed his own masseuse where they should rub the most. Any semblance of worry that your husband wasn’t going to enjoy the experience were gone.

Hints of jasmine from the essential oils lingered as hot stones pressed along your back. Not hot enough to burn your skin but to soothe your body. The personal masseuses left the room, wanting you two to lie on the cot for a little to fully relax.

“Cariño?” You hummed in response, “I might fall asleep.”

You giggled as you could tell by his low tone. “Fall asleep, baby.” You weren't too far yourself, body desperate to doze off in pure bliss. Miguel’s soft snores weren’t helping either as it blended well with the gentle music that was playing.

After you and Miguel got some shut eye for a few minutes, your masseuse woke you up for the mani/pedi. You took the lead as Miguel trailed behind, walking a tad slower to get adjusted from his nap. The section of getting the hand and foot massages was in a large area outside. A closed off section that was decorated with tons of food at your disposal. Fruit, veggies and mini sandwiches with a variety of alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks.

You quickly snatched up a grape as you sat back in your reclining chair, grabbing a drink of water while waiting on the nail artists to arrive. There was an option of getting your nails painted too, which Miguel willingly said yes to your surprise.

“Ooh can I pick your color?” You asked as they handed you a palette of nail colors to choose from.

“Go crazy.” Miguel said, not paying you any mind as he messed with his chair that had a massage function built in.

You decided to pick black for him, the glittery kind that shined in the light. You opted for a dark blue, like his suit, also sporting a shimmery shine.

The techs were really thorough while doing your hands and feet. Placing them in a tub of warm water, scrubbing away the excess skin. Trimming your nails and toes to a decent length. You watched them rub oil across your arms and legs too before they effortlessly painted your nails and toes. You glanced over to see how Miguel’s looked. He wiggled one of his hands to show it off. Black fit well on him.

Your face was soon covered with a mixture of ingredients you couldn't recognize. The green concoction had a clay-like texture, but it was cool against your skin. You watched the spa workers carry a bowl of cucumbers to finish off the facial. And you couldn't help but get excited when they said you could eat the veggies once the facial was finished, earning a laugh from your husband.

“Can I eat yours too?”

“Sure, mi amor.”

They allowed you two to relax in your chairs for a bit. The soothing sensation of the mask really helping. Your nail techs also recommend waiting to touch anything for a bit while your nails dried, making sure their hard work didn't go to waste. That didn't stop Miguel from inching over to nudge your hand with his pinkie.

“Hm?” You said, completely in the zone of your relaxation.

“You look adorable right now.” Miguel chuckled.

You held back in removing a cucumber from your eye, “Put your cucumbers back on.”

“I will. Just let me look at you.”

“You've seen me before.”

“Not with green stuff all over your face.”

You removed one of your cucumbers, opening your eye and immediately snorting at Miguel’s green covered face. “You look adorable too.”

He gave another affectionate nudge before following your command by putting on his cucumbers.

After the delightful facials, you two made your way down to the saunas. You could feel your face glowing from the extra care. Both of you had to change again into some towels, having a similar texture and color to the robes you wore.

You and Miguel had 30 minutes inside before the staff checked on you. And you felt like you were in heaven as you leaned against Miguel. A warmth radiating throughout the room that relaxed your muscles and your mind. His arm draped behind you, leaning back against the bench, legs spread a little wide. You could tell he was enjoying it as he leaned his head back, taking it in.

Something in you honed on his neck, a slight sheen coating his brown skin. His adam's apple bobbing slowly. You swallowed hard at the hair on his chest, following it down to his happy trail and unable to see the prize under his towel.

“We should come here more often.” His voice caused you to jump, not expecting him to say anything.

“Oh yeah, we should.”

Miguel sat up, red eyes landing on you with a grin, “I know you liked the massages.”

“Of course I did.” You shrugged, “So did you, right?”

He nodded, “I did. But I know you really enjoyed them.” Miguel sat up a little and inadvertently spread his legs wider, “I heard your cute little noises.”

You huffed, trying not to get affected by what he was saying. “It wasn't intentional, it just felt good.”

“I know, nena. I'm teasing.” His hand rested on your side. It felt extra hot for some reason. “Sit on my lap.”

You eyed him suspiciously, “Why?”

“Because I want you to.” He said, sounding innocent.

“We can’t have sex in here, Miguel.”

Your husband bit his lip to hide his amusement, “Who said we were having sex? Your mind is awfully dirty.” You shot a glare towards him. He completely ignored it before patting his thigh for you. Somehow you found yourself on it, hands on his chest for support.

“I'm serious.” You warned before he captured your lips. It was gentle yet passionate. His hand placed on your back to keep you there while your tongues danced with each other. You wanted more when you parted, wanting to lean back in but you stopped yourself.

“We can’t…”

“We're not having sex.” Miguel reiterated as his hand moved to slowly unravel your towel. You didn’t protest, as a glimpse of your breast poked through, your towel loose enough to ride up to your hips. “Grind on my thigh.”

Your hips moved on command, your cunt rubbing against his covered thigh. The plush towel not irritating you at all but the complete opposite as you lowly gasped. Miguel’s hand took its rightful place on your back for stability. His eyes honed on how you were grinding against him.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes flickered to his hard cock coming out from his towel. Standing tall and proud due to your actions. You wanted to touch it, but he beat you to it as he lifted you up gently, plunging two fingers inside you. You whimpered at how embarrassingly wet you were before watching him use your arousal on his cock.

His eyes never left your body as yours watched him stroke his cock. His thumb running along the tip to collect pre cum before using it for additional lubrication. A quiet squishy sound was heard through the hum from the sauna. But you kept going, eyes fluttering shut to focus on what you were doing.

“Eyes on me.” He commanded.

You gazed at him, your stomach twisting as he was still watching you. Intense eyes filled with pleasure. Your hips faltered when he unraveled more of your towel from your body. It was dangling from your form, barely hanging on. But this way he was able to see your breasts move from the hip movement. And your covered sex rub along the fabric.

“Fuck…” He swore, picking up the pace of his strokes. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Miguel…” You moaned, your clit hitting a perfect spot amidst your lazy grinding. That caused you to arch your back and pick up the pace. Miguel’s other hand is still on you, gripping a bit tighter.

“I should fuck you right here.” He grunted, spreading his legs even wider to get a good angle. “But I listen to my wife.”

“Sometimes.” You muttered, enough for him to let out a breathy chuckle. Your thighs started to ache as your cunt pulsed while you felt yourself getting closer. You wanted to shut your eyes and chase it but it was more addicting to look at Miguel’s steely focus on you.

“Wait for me.” He sighed, voice starting to get hoarse. You slowed down for him to catch up. Which didn’t take too long as his rough hand gripped your ass, the cue for you to go. So you kept grinding. Your back arching more and allowing the towel to slip completely off. That earned a groan of approval from your husband, his face turned from the undeniable pleasure.

“Baby I need you to come. We don't have much time.”

“I-I know.” You struggled, whining as you were nearing your peak. You had to ignore Miguel’s demand this time by shutting your eyes to focus on that feeling. Your body exploded, pleasure shooting all over you. Thighs squeezing against his while you quietly cried for him. Any other time he wouldn't like how quiet you were but he didn’t complain.

Miguel wasn’t far behind as cum shot out, staining his abdomen. His death grip from your ass gently released as he heaved. You rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow back down to his original pace.

You and your husband were practically glowing after getting out of the sauna. The two of you changed back into your clothes before making your way to the front of the establishment.

The receptionist waved to you and Miguel as he made the payment, “Did you two enjoy yourselves?”

“We definitely did.” He glanced at you with satisfaction while you held in a grin.

“Awesome!” She handed him the receipt before waving you two goodbye. “Thank you for coming to the Sunny Side Spa! Have a good day!”

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kaciidubs · 6 months ago

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Ppppsssssttttt

Don't think about sex with spa workers Changbin and Chan

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It's too late, I'm thinking about it and it's ruining me to no end-

It wasn't lost on you that having two masseuses was a bit of an overkill for your spa appointment, but after seeing the men who walked into the private massage room, you were absolutely willing to let it slide.

"I hope you don't mind," the slightly taller of the two, Chris, spoke with a dimpled smile, "this is just part of the deluxe package you booked."

Nodding, you caught the equally sweet smile from the buffer of the duo, Changbin, and returned a beaming grin, "It's fine! Just part of the package, got it."

The two men turned as you stripped out of your complimentary robe and settled onto the massage table, resting your face on the open spot of the headrest. Within a few moments, you were surrounded by the relaxing scent of lavender and the heart melting pressure of two sets of hands kneading away at your tense muscles.

It wasn't until a pair of hands, firm and strong, slid up the back of your thigh, teasing just below the protective blanket draped across you.

"Do you mind if I massage higher? I want to make sure all of the tension is released in the muscle." Came Changbin's voice, low and velvety - you almost missed it from the way Chris was rotating his thumbs on your shoulder blades.

"Mm - you can go h-higher."

The catch in your voice didn't go unnoticed, judging by the huff of a chuckle they both shared before thick fingers were dancing dangerously close to the bottom of your ass, yet just far enough to have you yearning for more.

"Even though you did book the deluxe treatment," Chris hummed lowly, slowly dragging his hands down the expanse of your back before spreading them across your lower back, "there are some things we could do to make this time more... euphoric."

Goosebumps ran along your arms, followed by a short gasp as the tips of Changbin's fingers grazed the seam of your panties.

"Only if you'd like, of course."

There was little you needed to convince you as you nodded as best you could, "Yes- I mean, it's all part of the package, right?"

[unedited]

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loveandpeaceanddoughnuts · 3 months ago

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All Tied Up With No Place To Go

sum: Reigen Arataka makes a house call only to find his client in a compromising situation, which he takes full advantage of.

cw: dubcon*, bdsm, sensory deprivation, sweaty loser Reigen // wc: 2346 // [ao3]

*spoiler explanation: Reigen is unaware until the end but the client had set up the scenario intentionally!

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Reigen had died and gone to heaven. He knew it.

There was no way this was really happening. She was completely at his mercy, helpless and spread open like a birthday present, ribbons and all.

—

He had come here for a house call, nothing out of the ordinary. The woman who called Spirits and Such sounded like a typical client. Said she had seen his advertisement in the train station and needed an exorcism urgently, something about feeling trapped in her home and needing his services.

He had been happy to oblige, especially when the desperation in her voice suggested he could swing an upsell to some sort of deluxe exorcism package. A little salt in the doorway, some hand-waving, and he’d be covered for this month’s office rent. Easy peasy.

Reigen had easily found the address she gave. He sighed at the sight of her broken elevator and struggled up the stairs, mopping the sweat from his brow by the eighth flight. “This had better be worth it."

When no one answered his knock on the door, he’d been surprised to find it unlocked. He put on his most reassuring smile and flung open the door with a flourish.

“Pardon me, ma’am! Reigen Arataka, at your service. Never fear, I will exorcise your curse easily, or I’m not the greatest psychic of the 21st century! Now, if I may show you our pricing packages…” he wandered into the apartment as he spoke.

“Ma’am? Anyone home?” His customer service voice echoed down the hallway.

Mmmphh… a muffled moan came from further inside.

“Ahh shit.” Reigen dragged his hand down his face. It sounded like someone might actually be in trouble. Maybe he should’ve brought Mob along.

He banged open the doors closest to him but found nothing but empty rooms. “Where is she?”

MMmmhh! There. He rounded a corner and…

“Oh fucking hell.” Reigen turned right around and walked back out the door on instinct, halfway back down the hall before he came to his senses and retraced his steps. He held his breath and peeked around the doorway.

The client was lying on a bed in the middle of the room, her arms and legs tied to each corner of the frame with silk ribbon. The silk ribbons were in fact the only fabric on her taut body, a detail that hit the con man like a ton of bricks.

The woman had a blindfold over her eyes and didn’t seem to hear him. Stepping closer, he saw plugs nestled into the shell of her ears. Her red lips were slick with spit and stretched lewdly around a metal ring.

Reigen’s cock throbbed painfully against his suit pants and he swallowed hard. Just what the hell was going on here? He was frozen, his eyes glued to the ripple of her flesh as she twisted against the restraints.

He nervously pulled at his pink tie. “Okay. Okay. Ma’am, can you hear me?” She didn’t pause her squirming or react to his voice, which was quite a few octaves higher than usual.

God, she was so pretty. His cock twitched again, and the con man palmed it roughly through his pants for some relief as he raked his eyes over the woman.

He hadn’t even dared to look yet at… Fuck. Fresh sweat dampened the arms of his dress shirt as he took in the full extent of the scene before him. Her cunt was stuffed with a dildo, puffy lips clinging to the flared base as it stretched her out. It slid a few inches in and out as she bucked her hips. He watched open-mouthed.

Lust crawled up Reigen’s spine like a curse of his own. He hardly registered what he was doing as he approached the bed, one shaky hand reaching for her ankle. The moment his fingertips touched her skin, the woman whimpered around the metal in her mouth. Her chest heaved as she breathed hard, trying to stretch her arms and legs to reach for the source of the contact.

Encouraged by the sound, he stood between her legs at the edge of the bed and slid his fingertips up her calf. “You’re so soft…” he murmured.

He slowly dragged his hands up both her legs, caressing her thick thighs. The woman trembled and Reigen’s eyes widened as he noticed the dampness growing on the sheet below her.

“You like this?” He tried to sound seductive, but his voice cracked in disbelief. Ah well, she couldn’t hear him anyway. Bolder now, he pressed his hand against the base of the dildo, pushing it deeper inside her and holding it there.

Aaaahh! Her whimper was music to Reigen’s ears. He scrambled out of his gray jacket and threw it to the floor, then yanked down his slacks enough to release his cock, rock-hard and already oozing precum.

He was dizzy with possibilities and his confidence was growing with the puddle of arousal underneath his client. He moved to the head of the bed and pressed his cock into her open palm, smearing precum along it. He thrust frantically into her bound hand, eyes closed in bliss.

It felt like he had hardly started when his balls tightened and he felt the telltale burning in his stomach that warned he was near the edge. He slowed his hips in an attempt to back off from the cliff, but the woman suddenly curled her fingers around his shaft and squeezed.

“Fucking hell, I’m-!” Reigen came hard, stifling his cry in his hand as his cock jumped and shot cum up his client’s arm. The man had never finished so fast and a blush burned his cheeks as he steadied his breath. He was abruptly a lot more grateful that she couldn’t see him.

“God, what a mess.” He loosened his tie and moved to clean the woman off, but then stopped and tilted his head, a cocky smile on his lips. “You do look pretty gorgeous like this, though. And it’s not like you’re going anywhere.”

Reigen sat down heavily on an armchair in the corner of the room and pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket, methodically tapping one out and lighting it. He groaned and leaned back as he inhaled deeply.

"What are you doing?!” The rational part of his brain screamed at him.

“I’m fucking a beautiful, helpless client who specifically requested my services,” answered the growing bulge in his pants.

He savored a few more drags of his cigarette, devouring the scene before him. The woman laid quietly on the bed, spread open, the dildo wantonly poking out from between her legs. Reigen’s cum lay in thick puddles on her arm and dripped from her fingers. He let the cigarette go out and stripped off his pants and sweat-soaked shirt, leaving the con man dressed in nothing but his socks and tie.

“If you’re just laying around, mind if I…?” Reigen crawled between his client’s legs, taking the opportunity to palm her breasts. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits into him.

“You like that, huh?” He chuckled and pressed his lips to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He drank in her muffled sighs, then bit down gently. She squealed around her gag and he soothed the sore spot immediately with soft kisses. “So responsive. Good girl,” he purred.

“Now how would you like to taste the greatest psychic of the 21st century? I won’t even charge you extra.” He laughed at his own joke as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her strained lips. She squirmed and lifted her head closer to him, and his arrogance faltered a little at her enthusiasm. What a kinky bitch. She looked so deliciously lewd with her lips glossed in his precum.

“Open up, darling,” Reigen smirked, then pushed his cock into her helpless mouth. She took him eagerly, lapping the underside of his shaft with each thrust.

“Uhhngh you take me so…good…” he panted, shaking his head to clear the hair that kept falling into his eyes. He pushed in further and gaped at the sight of her throat bulging with him. This was unreal. He bent over her head, sliding to the hilt. His pink tie draped over her blindfolded eyes and nose as he bottomed out in her throat.

He suddenly remembered the toy filling her pussy, and shuddered in ecstasy. He was making her airtight, his blonde pubes shoved against her nose as her rode her face. He reached behind him to slowly pump the dildo in and out of her, rewarded with gasping moans whenever he paused his facefucking to let her breathe. His sweat dripped on to her cheeks, mixing with drool and tears from her efforts to take him.

He sped up his attention on both ends, his heavy balls slapping her chin. His hand was drenched in her cum as she clenched down on the dildo, filling the room with pornographic squelches. Reigen felt his client’s throat spasm as she gagged and it flung him over the edge again. He yanked his cock from her throat and finished on her face, blown-out pupils locked on the thick ropes painting her hair, cheeks, and lips. He couldn’t help but also leave his bitter seed on her tongue, what with her mouth held open beneath him. He might’ve drooled a bit as she licked him off her lips and swallowed.

“I don’t think we need this any more, do you?” Reigen slid the metal ring out of her mouth and she moaned in relief, stretching her aching jaw. He slowly pulled the dildo out of her and huffed a laugh at the gush of fluid that followed it.

“I see you’ve been having a good time then too, angel. I’m not surprised, of course, given that I am THE Reigen Arataka, but still. It’s nice to see.” His speech was wasted on her, still blinded and deafened, but it turned him on to say it all the same.

“Now. There is one more place I’d like to enjoy you, if you don’t mind.” Arataka moved down her body, his limp cock hardening again as he teased her entrance. But rather than slip into her pussy, he gently kissed her lips. He could taste himself, but he enjoyed the dirtiness of the action.

“I’m actually quite a skilled masseuse,” he murmured against her mouth. “Allow me to relieve some of that strain.” His skillful fingers worked the muscles around her jaw and neck, interspersed with sweet kisses. He was rewarded with the sight of her face relaxing, lips parting the tiniest bit at his touches. “You’ve done amazing,” he whispered.

Satisfied that she had been somewhat soothed by his expertise, he lined himself up with her slippery folds and buried himself in her cunt. He threw his head back as her walls clenched around him and sucked him deeper. Arataka brushed feathery kisses along her neck as he rutted into her, settling into a quick, hard rhythm that made her tits bounce with every thrust.

“You look so pretty on my cock baby…” he moaned, “I can’t believe I get to fuck you.” Knowing she couldn’t hear a word he said, Reigen gave in to his pleasure and stopped trying to sound quite so suave. “You like that? Take it all…”

His client twitched and writhed underneath him, held open for his merciless assault on her sloppy cunt. The sounds of skin hitting skin fill the room and they’re both quickly soaked in his sweat and her wetness.

He messily rubs at her swollen clit as he pounds her. She grows tighter and tighter around him. Without the ring gag, he can hear every little gasp and mewl he fucks out of her. Arataka’s world narrows to the expression on her face and the warm embrace of her pussy.

His hips stutter and lose all rhythm, nothing but a piston slamming into her as he chases his climax. When his third orgasm comes, it takes his breath and balance away. He falls into her, gasping for air. Reigen pulls out just in time to cover her bound body in his cum once more, smearing it across both of their stomachs where they’re pressed together.

He slides off her and curls into her used body. When he can move again without passing out he quietly slides his clothes back on. He finds a bathroom in that long hall and squints disapprovingly at the cum- and spit-stains splattered across his tie. He re-knots it carefully, then brings a warm, wet washcloth back to the bedroom.

He gently cleans the mess of their encounter off of the woman, following each swipe of the cloth with a brush of his lips. When she’s completely clean and dry he kisses her on the forehead and unties her limbs. He massages her wrists and ankles, chafed red from the restraints, and slips one silk ribbon in his pocket for…later use.

She reaches one freed hand up to her blindfold, but Arataka quickly places his hand over hers and pulls it back down, planting a kiss on the palm he came in.

Before she can unblind herself he’s out the door, hustling back down the long flight of stairs.

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Reigen walked very slowly back to his office, still in a state of shock. He was exhaling a lungful of cigarette smoke when the phone rang.

“Reigen Arataka, psychic and owner of Spirits and Such Consultation, how can I help you?”

“I think you already did, Reigen.” His mouth goes dry at the familiar voice. “Thank you ever so much for your assistance today. I’ll be sure to call you the next time I’m feeling particularly cursed. ”

The brain of the greatest psychic of the 21st century short circuits and she’s hung up by the time he can string a sentence together.

He stares at his phone in his hand, a goofy grin on his face. He really hopes she’ll need his services again soon.

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gemini-sensei · 1 year ago

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Private Session | Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Reader

Kinktober Day 22: Gloryhole

@sensei-venus thank you for this idea. I hope you like it.

CW: monstercock!Demetri, anonymous sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, rough sex, Reader is a sex worker, implied multiple rounds, cervix poking.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, but at the same time, Demetri Alexopoulos was tired of being a virgin. So it wasn't surprising that he found himself at one of these places.

It was dark, keeping the anonymity of clients and workers, which he was thankful for. He didn't want to risk the chance of running into someone he knew, so the darkness was welcome for once. He wasn't going to go out of his way and drive out of town for this. One night to lose his virginity was all he needed, not an unnecessary road trip. Why waste gas when he can use that money for a private room.

One of which he was being led to.

The owner - who also acted as receptionist - stopped in front of a door and used her key card to open it. "You paid for the deluxe package, meaning you get the room all night, so do as you like, but nothing violent. Not saying you can't be rough but don't beat her up. I'll kick you out and ban you if I find out if do. You gotta respect my girls, got it?"

Demetri nodded, understanding and knowing the rules. He'd read through them on the website thoroughly. He also remembered seeing the gigantic bodyguards in the lobby. "Got it."

She nodded and let the door swing open. "Here you are."

He nodded in thanks, throat a little dry, and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. It wasn't a large room, only big enough for two or three people to occupy, with a little couch tucked in the corner and a mini fridge beside it. The main attraction of the room was on the wall opposite the couch, a hole with the lower half of a woman's curvy body stuck through it. Her legs were held up by the ankles with straps affixed to the wall and her naked, fat, wet pussy was on display for him to see. Demetri already felt himself getting hard at the sight, forgetting his earlier shame for picking this option.

He made quick work of getting undressed, kicking off his shoes and undoing his jeans. They dropped to the floor with his boxers and he tossed them onto the couch. It was better that way, otherwise he'd be torturing himself and he didn't have to. Not tonight.

Walking up to the pair of legs, he had one hand wrapped around his cock and used the other to grab her thick thigh. He kneaded her soft, doughy fat, watching the way it squished under his hand and spilled between his fingers. She moaned and he realized he could hear her through the wall.

He accidentally let out an, "Oh shit."

Reader giggled on the other side of the wall, holding her hands over her stomach. She was supposed to be as quiet as possible, moaning and other sounds of pleasure being the exception. However, she couldn't help thinking the guy on the other side of the wall sounded kind of cute. His movements were slow and exploratory, making her think this must be his first time at one of these businesses.

Demetri continued to explore her body, at least what was exposed to him, and his hands wandered her thighs. He slid his hands up and down the underside of her thighs, giving them nice squeezes and pinches. Then he led hand down to her pussy and ran a finger through her folds. She was so glistening wet, it was gorgeous. His touch made her shiver and he bit his lip as he watched her react. Then he used two fingers to pull her folds apart so he could see her needy cunt.

His cock throbbed between his legs, in great need of attention. A fat glob of pre cum dribbled from the slit and fell to the floor. He'd done a little research before coming there, so he slid two fingers into her tight cunt and started fucking her open.

"I'm already prepped for you," Reader said from the other side.

He chuckled nervously. "Oh, trust me, you're gonna need more prep."

She moaned instead of arguing, deciding to trust him. She only hoped he hadn't brought some monster of a dildo to try shoving up her hole. She gasped as she felt a third finger enter her. "Okay..."

Demetri fingered her until he could fit four fingers in her tight, clenching cunt. He watched the way she stretched around his digits, chewing on his lower lip as he used his other hand to squeeze the base of his cock, edging himself in anticipation for the main event. He only removed his fingers when he thought she was ready and used the wetness to prep his cock. He rubbed as much of it as he could over the tip and length of his dick.

Then he rubbed the tip along her folds before pushing into her. It popped in and she gasped, feeling how big it was. She could only imagine what was to come. He was thick with a knobby, fat tip. He pushed into her and it dragged along her walls as he stretched her open despite the extra prep he'd given her. She didn't need to worry about it being fake because she felt the way it pulsed between her tight, velvet walls. It was warm and heavy and she'd never taken anything like it before. She had to grab hold of the table's edges just to keep her wits about her.

He met resistance halfway through, looking down at her folds that were so prettily stretched around his thick shaft. He groaned at the sight and started pulling out, just to rut back into her with short thrusts. It was wishful thinking if he thought he could bottom out in this fat, tight, pretty cunt, so he went right for fucking it. He didn't want to waste time dilly-dallying, despite having booked the room for the entire night. He just wanted to get the whole losing-his-virginity thing out of the way.

His rutting hips were inexperienced and his movements were sloppy. He held onto Reader's thighs as he fucked her wet, gushing pussy. His fingers dug into the fat and pinched her on accident as he was hardly able to think about what his hands were doing. His mind was too hazy to focus on anything other than fucking the cunt in front of him.

She moaned so pretty as she took his big monster of a cock. She knew she wasn't taking the whole thing because she had yet to feel his hips meet her ass. Her nails clawed at the table, doing little to whittle at the cool metal. All she could really do was throw her head back and moan and whine in pleasure as she took the biggest cock she'd ever felt.

Demetri kept at it, thrusts becoming a little erratic as he got lost in the whole experience. His cock throbbed, telling him that he wasn't going to last very long, but it was hard to pay attention to when it felt so good. Then, to his surprise, he bottomed out and he felt his hips knock into her ass.

He stuttered in his thrusts before stopping, pressing his narrow hips into the fat of her ass and looking down. He panted hard as he felt the tightness of her walls wrapped tightly around his whole length, his cock head pressed against the deepest part of her. She came on his cock, her little cervix was kissing his tip and making his head dizzy.

"Holy shit," he muttered, resting his head on the wall as he watched the place where they met.

Her hips and thighs shook as she came with a wailing cry of pleasure, hot liquid squirting from her hole and making a mess of him. It wet his shirt and he bunched it up, putting it in his mouth to suck the hot juices out of. She tasted divine and he couldn't help moaning.

Reader could feel the tip of his cock pressed against her poor cervix. It had her moaning and crying out as she came around him, sure that she was making a mess of him as her juices ran down her ass and pooled on the end of the table under her. "Oh god! Oh my god!"

Before she was done, Demetri pulled his hips back and slammed into her. She shook with the power behind his thrust, screaming happily as he continued with the rough treatment. She held onto the table, throwing her head back as his cock slammed into her cervix like a battering ram.

He kept his head down so he could watch her spasming pussy gush around him, moaning into his shirttail as he listened to her pleasured cries. It was so much better than he ever thought it could be. He had to have the best pussy in the whole world taking the entirety of his monster cock, and she loved it. This was the best feeling in the world, he was sure of it.

Before he knew it, he was coming. He pressed into her sore, fucked out pussy and loading her up. His heavy balls drew up and he filled her cute little cunt with hot ropes of cum. He bit his lip, swallowing his groans so he could listen to her whines and whimpers from the other side of the wall.

With each throb of his cock, a new heavy rope of his cum was deposited in her warm, used cunt. Pressed tightly against her cervix, she was sure every drop was going straight into her womb. Her legs shook with sensitivity and need and she couldn't help reaching through the hole in the wall to rub at her clit. In seconds, she made herself come so she could drink up every drop of cum from his balls greedily. Her eyes rolled up as she thought about how full she was going to be, already feeling heavy with his load and cock stuffing her.

She had no idea that as she came around his cock, milking him for every ounce, Demetri's eyes were rolling up as well. He couldn't hold in his contentment, groaning lowly as she spasmed around him again. It felt so good as she sucked the end of orgasm out of him, leaving him huffing and puffing in his half of the little room he shared with her.

He didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until he opened them. His orgasm had been so blinding that he'd almost forgotten where he was. When he looked down, he saw her hands searching for something. He took it gently and she squeezed his hand before pulling it through the hole, placing it on her pudgy stomach, which was soft with fat but a little tight under that. He was confused, still coming back to reality after his high.

"You filled me to the fucking brim," Reader giggled from the other side of the wall. She felt how bloated she was just from one of his orgasms, selfishly wanting more. His big fat cock had to come with some fat hanging balls and her mouth watered at the mere idea of them. She wanted them in her mouth. "Feel it?"

"Fuck, I do," he groaned, groping her belly through the wall. This wasn't in the rules anywhere, but he was sure they weren't supposed to be talking like this. They definitely shouldn't be touching each other like this. He'd paid for an anonymous session after all, but this was too amazing to pass up. "I did all that?"

She pressed her hand down on her belly and cum gushed from between the tight seal of his half-hard cock wrapped up in tight pussy. He felt how it cascaded down the base of his cock to his balls. He groaned, held falling back as it made his cock twitch. His mind began racing with ideas.

He was only brought out of fantasy land when Reader giggled. "We've got all night, you know..."

The suggestion in her voice made him shiver with lust. He never knew he could be so overcome with the emotion, but he wasn't complaining about it now.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "What do you say, Big Boy?"

He answered her by nearly pulling all the way out just to thrust back into, bottoming out in her cum-filled pussy. She squealed and moaned, legs shaking as they hung in the air, pinned to the wall. He didn't have to say another word as they got to work.

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guns-and-brimstone · 26 days ago

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[ - All in a days work - ]

Guss had been working hard for Prince Stolas for three days now. Contruction had already begun to fortify the outside of the palace by this 'Doomsday Delux' company that the sinner had recomended to them. They seemed to be some kind of contruction company that was started by ex military and survivalists. They apparently specialized in fortification work. The Fort Knox treatment was the full package of what they could provide.

While construction was far from done. It was Pretty clear what the end result would look like. Barbed wire across all fences, Sand bag cover around the frontyard and backyard of the palace in case a firefight was to break out. checkpoints at every entrence, and even guard towers with spotlight for the night shifts.

New cameras had also been installed in all the blind spots near the entrences. And the already existing cameras were soon to be upgraded with a night vision mode. They still had not recived everything that was purchased by overlord Carmilla Carmine. But shipments of requested weaponry and equipment were coming in every day. So everything they needed would soon be here all in good time.

Guss had also been training the staff, as was requested from him. However, He treated them more like soldiers. Not security staff. He had them run exercises and drills on a daily basis. And taught them how to properly use and tend to their new weaponry and gear. If he keep going like this, Prince Stolas might just soon have a squad of hellhound super soldiers at his full disposal.

When he was not overseeing contruction or training the staff. Guss was doing exactly what he promised the Prince that he Would do. Guarding him and Via. Always staying close to them. Making sure he was the first line of defence should something happen.

Octavia found the sinner to be… a little creepy. To put it politely. He was always there in the background. Heavily armed and watching over them like a statue. To top it all off, His chosen uniform was unsettling to say the least.

Guss wore a heavily enforced flak jacket. That protected him from small arms fire. Which had two ammo belts going across his torso like an X. He also wore a helmet that had a pentagram mark burned in to it. Along with the words 'Fuck peace'

But most unsettling of all. Was the infernal gas mask the sinner wore to cover up his face while on duty. It gave him a very robotic and unnatural voice while he wore it.

Today, Octavia was sitting at breakfast eating her favorite cereal. She had actually woken up early to join Stolas for breakfast. Which means she was either in a good mood today. Or she was planning to head out.

Guss was of course Standing in the same room as the two royals. On guard with his assault rifle, As always. From time to time Via would glance up at the sinner with an annoyed expression on her face. She didn’t enjoy having someone watching over her at all times. It felt weird to her.

”Dad… You know i can take care of myself right?…” She huffed suddently. looking over at Stolas as she did so.

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rose-and-thorn-fanfics · 2 months ago

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“The Pillar Men Go To A Nail Salon In Rome Italy” A JJBA FANFIC

This fanfic is based on a wild conversation I had with my sibling. Enjoy!

Night was falling over Rome, and Kars reclined, watching Wamuu pace back and forth in their hideout (an abandoned and boarded up inn).

Esidisi glanced at Kars with a look of exasperation. “We should go out tonight. I’m sick of staring at walls, and Wammu hates being stuck in these boring accommodations.”

Kars sighed, furrowing his brow and choosing not to respond.

“We need to find the current equivalent that humans have to a fresh water spring or well. Women often gather there to exchange gossip and information, and the only way we will find the Red Stone Of Aja is by listening to such exchanges.” Esidisi continued.

Kars sat up, glancing around the shadowy room. He preferred minimal encounters with humans, but Esidisi had a point. There was so much to be learned and the Stone Of Aja was priceless in their quest to evolve. “Humans use things called newspapers to advertise these places of meeting.” Kars explained. “They’re called nail salons. I suppose our objective would be to find a popular one that’s active at night.” He frowned, getting up from his seat and donning a black coat he had gotten on one of his few outing since awakening beneath the colosseum.

“Finally!” Wamuu said, walking towards the door.

“Wait!” Kars exclaimed. You’ll need to wear more than a loin cloth and jewelry. We need to blend in. Otherwise we won’t get accurate information and will be too obvious in our pursuit.” He rummaged through an old wardrobe in the corner of the room. “I found these clothes. They should fit you and Esidisi well enough.”

Wamuu scowled. “You’re telling me women will share their secrets if we wear these?” He looked skeptical. “Do humans not value the male physique at all in this age?”

Kars stifled a cough. “—It’s not that… just cooperate, will you? I promise things will work out better if we dress accordingly.”

“Listen to him Wamuu. Kars knows best,” Esidisi added, obediently putting on the shirt pants and coats that Kars had provided. Wamuu hesitated, but after a moment he followed suit.

“Let’s go.” Kars said, gesturing for the door once the other two were fully dressed. They walked down dim the streets to the well lit Antonia’s Nail Salon a few blocks away. Kars had memorized its location based on his outings to scope out a good hiding place.

The bell on the door jingled as Kars opened it, letting his two comrades inside first, then stepping into the stylishly furnished room where a few women were getting their nails done by other ladies.

“Welcome…. Gentleman!” The manager said, unsuccessfully attempting to mask his surprise at the three monumentally built men entering his business.

“We don’t have an appointment but we heard great things about you from the… newspaper.” Kars addressed the man, taking off his hat and revealing locks of lusciously long dark hair.

The managers eyes widened at the sight of the tall handsome and imposing figure of Kars. One of his female employees stepped up to the front desk to welcome their unusual but intriguing new clients.

She seemed happy to take over the conversation upon seeing Kars and Wamuu. “How can I help you lovely men? Can I interest you each in a manicure? No appointment needed!” She said cheerfully, blushing a bit when Wamuu took off his coat revealing well defined muscles.

“What’s the longest—“ Esidisi began. Kars coughed, elbowing him in the side. “—uhhhh… Best treatment you offer?”

“Oh? The deluxe manicure and pedicure package comes at a generous discount for walk in appointments!” The woman explained, leaning against the counter and twirling her hair.

“We’d love that!” Wamuu said enthusiastically. The woman places her hand gently on Wamuu and Kars wrists, leading them to their seats and nodding for Esidisi to follow. “My name is Clara.” She said eagerly.

Kars gritted his teeth: trying his best not to activate the blades in his arms where the woman’s fingers rested. He wasn’t used to this kind of contact. Noticing his tense demeanor, Clara released his arm and gestured for him to recline in a leather upholstered chair like each of his companions had already.

Another woman brought out some warm water for them to soak their feet in, while Clara grabbed a tray full of color choices for the men to select their polish color.

"Dark blue should be suitable." Kars selected, eyeing the gems and crystal flowers they had on the tray next to the polishes.

"I see you've taken interest in our gem toppers? We have them in every color of the rainbow." Clara announced with pride.

Kars contemplated what would go best with the Red Stone of Aja. "I'd like the red diamond shaped crystals on my nails, once you apply the dark blue of course." He stated. Kars relaxed a bit, though he was unsure if it was the warm water of the foot bath or the way the woman knelt before him to apply the nail polish that put him at ease. These mortal women weren't so.... bad. Clara whispered something to one of her coworkers with the name tag of Anastasia, who then giggled and blushed.

"Heard anything interesting lately?" Wamuu asked, glancing at Anastasia. Esidisi was too out of it to pipe up, apparently he found the nail buffing he was getting much too relaxing.

"We're just happy to have such considerate and gentlemanly clients!" Clara said. "Anastasia fell for one of our frequent customers last year.... I think his name was Ceasar or something. But he left her for some other woman named..... oh, what was it."

"Started with a J!" another salon employee called over their shoulder.

"Josephine. Thats it!" Clara responded. Anastasia turned red with embarrassment, avoiding eye contact and focusing on painting Wamuu's nails.

"He left you?" Wamuu gasped, looking shocked. "He must be blind." He added, laying on the charm. Wamuu's popular warrior past was coming in handy.

"You should cut off his dick and sacrifice it to the sun gods..." Esidisi muttered, somewhat tuning into the conversation.

Anastasia laughed nervously. Kars flashed Esidisi a pointed look. Wamuu laughed, noticing Kars intense expression. "Relax, Kars. He was only joking."

Esidisi opened his mouth to protest that he (in fact) was not joking at all. But upon realizing his audience, he closed his mouth without speaking.

Clara had taken it upon herself to apply the gems to Kars freshly painted nails as she chatted on about the latest and greatest gossip in Rome. The red diamond shaped crystals glistened in the artificial light of the salon as Kars examined the nail job. Pleased, he nodded thanks to Clara, before noticing Anastasia was most definitely checking him out. He realized they might have gone to the wrong place for the kind of information they needed. They were getting the who's slept with who news and not a single word about artifacts and ancient precious gems. Despite this, his companions seemed to be enjoying themselves, so perhaps this was worth it. Kars sighed, getting up from his chair and paying for the salon at the front desk once his nails had dried. He stepped out into the night air, staring at the full moons pale glow. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around quickly, he extended the knives from his arms. holding the blades threateningly up against the small frame of Anastasia, who trembled in fear. Realizing his mistake, he re-sheathed the blades in his arms, exhaling in the cold nigh air.

"I.....I....." Anastasia burst into tears, falling on her knees her legs shook so much. In between sobs, she pulled a piece of paper out from her sleeve, closing her eyes and bashfully holding it out towards Kars.

Kars frowned, taking it and putting it in his coat pocket as he watched Anastasia run back inside the salon.

When he was certain he was alone, he pulled the slip of paper out, reading it carefully. It had an address. Some secluded island near Venice Italy. And a surprisingly artistic sketch of the Red Stone Of Aja. And underneath it was a short note. "Call me....I enjoyed our time together."

Kars sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe he didn't fully understand human women. They always seemed to surprise him in the most random ways. How in the world did this Anastasia know what he was after?

Esidisi and Wamuu joined Kars outside, donning their coats again and admiring their nails. Wamuu had his painted red, and Esidisi had opted for metallic gold.

As they walked back to their hideout, Wamuu made a disappointed comment about not getting any info on the Red Stone of Aja.

"Our outing wasn't completely fruitless," Kars responded, smirking. "It seems our charms may hav e earned us a clue to the stone's current location." He explained.

"Oh?" Esidisi asked, looking intrigued.

"Our dear Anastasia is either a mind reader or she knows what we are after, she provided an address on this paper."

"LET ME SEEEEEEEE." Wamuu said, enthusiastically. He read the address out loud, then chuckled. "Kars, when will you realize your potential with women? They may be mortals but they aren't so idiotic that they cant recognize attractive men like us!"

Kars crossed his arms, frowning. But he knew Wamuu was right.

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deluxeresortinmanali · 2 years ago

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7 Amazing facts about Kullu Dussehra you didn’t Know!

Kullu Dussehra is one of the most beautiful and amazing festival celebrated in Kullu Valley.

History of Kullu Dussehra - It’s the legend of 16th century when Raja Jagat singh used to rule over Kullu kingdom. It is believed that one day he came to know about the peasant in the region who was possessing the riches of pearls. Raja Jagat Singh became greedy and wanted to own the riches of the peasant and thus ordered the poor peasant to either handover the pearls to the king or get hanged but the irony of situation was that the pearl possessed by the Brahmin was the great wisdom and knowledge, Knowing of the consequences peasant threw himself in the fire and cursed the king that “Whenever you will eat, the Rice will appear like worm and water like blood”. To change his fate Raja was told by the brahmin to go and fetch Raghunath deity from Ayodhya and hence Raja Jagat Singh told one of his brahmin to do the desired work. The Brahmin sneaked into the city and was able to steal the deity of Raghunath but was captured by the local people of the Ayodhya. It is believed that when they were carrying the deity towards Ayodhya the weight of the deity increased manifold but when carried towards Kullu it became light. This Raghunath deity is placed in the rath during the Rath yatra on first and last day of Dussehra and this is how Dussehra in Kullu is celebrated. I have written history in facts because many people don’t know about the history of this amazing festival and hence I believe it is an amazing fact to know Kullu Dussehra.

Kullu Dussehra was declared an international event and is witnessed by around 4-5 Lac people from across the globe.

No Burning or ravan - The burning of Ravaan is basically a symbol of Dussehra festival. But the most amazing facts about Dussehra in Kullu is that no Ravaan is burnt during the event of festival celebration. I have visited number of states during Dussehra festival but I have not seen a single state in India where Ravaan is not burnt during Dussehra, But Kullu is such a state. Dussehra festival is marked with pulling of Rath along the Dhalpur ground.

Fair and Festival - Kullu Dussehra is not only about the Rath Yatra but there is more to explore. Here you can do shopping, eat you favorite snack, Chill out with your friends or family members. The festival is celebrated for nearly 7 days where the four main grounds of Dhalpur are covered with various stalls.

Guinness Book of World Records - Kullu Natti has its name in the Guinness Book of World Records as “The largest Nati dance consists of 9892 participants, achieved by District Administration Kullu, in Himachal Pradesh India on 26 October 2015. The event was headed by DC – Kullu Rakesh Kanwar.The folk dance was dedicated to the theme of the girlchild (beti hai anmol)and the participants would take a pledge to work for the cause.

Indian and international artist perform – Artist like Kailash kher, Jassie Gill etc. performed at kala kendra Kullu in 2018. List of 2019 artist will be disclosed soon.

Tambola - Tambola is a game of numbers and luck, if you are lucky enough then you can even win a Car or Motor Bike for a cost of mere Rs.500. This game is played by huge number of people every year. Article Resource - https://www.theorchardgreens.com/world-famous-kullu-dussehra

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spicywhenspeaking · 10 months ago

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If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One

when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

word count: 3.6k , edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.

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I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.

“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway.

“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh.

With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.

I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward.

We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.

Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf.

“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”

Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.

“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.”

“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”

“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”

“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking.

“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.

“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her.

“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”

“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”

“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”

I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”

The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.

“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her.

“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?”

I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.

“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.

“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”

Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.”

We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.

I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.

Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.

I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.

Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?

Hi Noah, things are good. How are you?

There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.

Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.

I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.

I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?

Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?

How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.

Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.

I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me.

Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!

I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.

Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin.

A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.

Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”

She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.

“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart.

“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.

“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”

“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back.

“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home.

“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.”

The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen.

The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.

Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous.

I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.”

Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.

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bubblegumflavor · 2 months ago

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tagged by @soobiesworlds !! thank you for the tag <3

I tag: @darthdisco @dumbponyboykinnie @rosie-tyler @blak68-rit @andietries @sincerelyidontknow (no pressure!!! <3)

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maudezbornak · 3 months ago

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@kyluxwedding - Day 11 - Vow Renewal

"What do you think?"

"I love it, Ben. It's everything I pictured."

"Yeah?"

"Beachfront room, large balcony, the deluxe package. It's the honeymoon I used to dream of."

"I said I'd give it to you. Just a few years late."

"A few?"

"Well, stuff got in the way. You'd know, you were there for most of it."

"I'd hardly call the kids stuff, but okay. Not that I didn't care for all those Disney trips. Nice to have one trip alone."

"Amen. What's that?"

"I don't know... huh, it's our first wedding album. I guess one of the girls packed it for us."

"I haven't looked at this in years. Hux, were we really that young?"

"Married right out of school, what do you think?"

"Our city hall picture under that ugly flower arch. All these blurry photos from the reception. We should never have let Poe record everything."

"I love this one of us and your parents. We should frame that."

"Later, of course. We're late for the beach. That preacher won't wait forever."

"Oh, he'll be fine, what with everybody down there to entertain him."

"..."

"What, Ben? You think I didn't know our kids, their husbands, our grandkids and our friends were here, too? You're terrible at keeping surprises."

"I know, but try to fake it when we go down to the lobby, please? They all wanted to come, and they paid their own way."

"Yes, fine. It's great. Though I've never faked for you before in my life."

"I know that, too."

"Shall we renew these vows, Mr. Solo-Hux?"

"We shall. Happy fortieth, love."

"Happy fortieth, Ben."

#kylux #kylux au #benarmie #kyluxwedding

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thebestofoneshots · 1 year ago

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Star please! My pronouns are she/her and I am into guys, and am open to poly!marauders!

If you know star signs: I’m a Libra sun, Aries moon, sag rising, Libra mercury, Leo Venus, and libra mars

I’m an intp, 6’1, and I play volleyball. I love listening to music and have a record collection! I’m also a huge film buff :) I’m pretty shy but make friends very easily. People often tell me to speak up but my voice is just not super loud lol. I don’t always like to, but I’m getting better at standing up for myself. My love language varies person to person, but I love physical touch, quality time, and giving gifts.

Thank you so much and congrats on the milestone!! You deserve it all and so much more, you are such a good writer :)

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I definitely ship you with Sirius and James. However, Sirius was the first one to notice you. It all started during Christmas when you received a package from your Muggle family. It contained yet another record for your collection – the Diamond Dogs deluxe edition by David Bowie. You were instantlly excited by it, and youre excitment could be percived by others.

Sirius, allthought unfamiliar with the album, instantly recognized Bowie on the cover so he approached you with a playful grin, “Hey sweets, you’re in my Transfiguration class, aren’t you?”

You nodded, “You’re Sirius Black.”

He smiled, glad that you recognized him too, and casually sat next to you, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you. Initially, you found it a bit strange how comfortable he seemed around you, but his relaxed aura eventually put you at ease.

He shared how he had stayed at school during Christmas to help his friend with some tasks, and how he didn’t really want to go home because of his less-than-pleasant family. You told him about your Muggle family and how they believed it was best for you to stay at school to avoid the Death Eaters. You admitted missing your family and being happy to receive a letter from them.

When the conversation grew somber, he skillfully changed the topic and asked about your album. Excitedly, you shared details about your collection and music preferences. He told you about the cassettes he had received from his cousin Andromeda and promised to make you a mixtape someday. He enjoyed making them for his friends. Your bond only strengthened from that point, and Sirius developed a massive crush on you, growing every time he discovered something new about you. He thought you were absolutely magical, and that, without even thinking about the fact that you were quite literally a witch.

One day, you were in Sirius' room listening to your records since you didn't want to disturb your roommates. James Potter entered, not noticing you both resting on the floor with your backs against the bed. Assuming he was alone, he started humming along to your favorite song. Just as you were about to speak up, Sirius covered your mouth, a cheeky grin on his face. Soon, James started his own impromptu concert, singing at the top of his lungs. Eventually, he began dancing and spotted both of you, with Sirius' hand still covering your mouth.

"Padfoot!" He said reproachfully.

You removed Sirius’ hand from your mouth and gave James an apologetic smile “Hey James!” you said quietly “That was great conert.”

James turned beet red upon realizing you'd seen his performance "How long did you—"

"—The whole thing," Sirius teased.

James was so distressed at that point the only thing you could think to do to ease the tension was to smile at him and say “Wanna join us?”

You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a shy James Potter in your life, but here he was, nodding quietly and walking to seat beside you. You were sitting in the middle, with the two boys at your side. And you three just grew closer from then, it was like the boys didn’t want to be away from you.

While in the beginning you thought Sirius was clingy, he had nothing on James Potter. Whenever they were around you, they were close, in a very literal sense. They always had to be touching you somehow, either by brushing shoulder to shoulder, an arm draped over you, or leaning their heads on your shoulders in the Great Hall, especially Sirius, who always complained about having to wake up early for flying. Those touches slowly became something more: kisses on the cheek, holding your hand, a cheeky hand on your thigh, or backhugs. And while they did sometimes fight for your affection, neither of them seemed bothered by the other pulling you onto their lap or snuggling you closer to them.

One day, you were listening to music in the common room and there was no one else around since you had skipped a class to be there. You were leaning against James’ chest while Sirius had his head resting on your lap; he’d asked you to play with his hair. It was often that you cuddled with the two at the same time, and you loved it, but it also confused you. You somehow mustered up the courage to ask, “What are we?”

“We’re Gryffindors,” James replied at the same time that Sirius said something like “The stars of the show.”

You sighed at their answer and motioned for Sirius to sit up with a light pull on his shoulders. “I meant what are we…” you said, emphasizing the last bit by pointing at the three of you.

James and Sirius exchanged a look. They’d had this conversation before, neither of them willing to give you up, so they settled on sharing. They were both okay with it; in fact, they enjoyed cuddling each other too. “Whatever you want us to be, angel,” Sirius answered earnestly, grabbing one of your hands and intertwining your fingers together.

“If you want us to pull away, or one of us to step back away, we’ll respect your wish, but–” James started.

“–Neither of us wants that,” Sirius finished.

You looked at the two of them. “Neither… neither do I.”

BONUS:

The mixtape Sirius made for you: 1. "Space Oddity" by David Bowie 2. "Dream On" by Aerosmith 3. "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin 4. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye 5. "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen 6. "Hotel California" by Eagles 7. "Imagine" by John Lennon 8. "Let's Stay Together" by Al Green 9. "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton 10. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen

A/N: Hope you like this lil thing I made for you sweets, it got out of hand, as always, but I kind of absolutely adore the result, our boys are so adorbale, it's almost impossible to handle ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Sending you great vibes, Lilly xxx

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