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milkhoon · 7 months ago

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Freak — L. Heeseung

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Pairing: Nerd!Heeseung (Evan) x AFAB!Reader

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Synopsis: You’ve heard a rumour about the university freak, but is he a freak when all he ever do is just existing? Well, maybe he is. In another term.

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Content warning: Heeseung as Evan. Nerd and shy Hee, afab readear, mention of bullying a bit (Heeseung or Evan being called freak and people not really befriending him), smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, cream pie, slow porn plotting and weird details, mild choking, name calling (doll, princess, good girl, slut). Let me know if I miss any.

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Word count: 4k

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Okay, this is obviously my very first post here and it’s a special one cause I write this for my best friend, my baby sister. She asked for this so I hope I won’t disappoint her. Pardon me and my typos or grammatical error too, not beta read yet and English is not my first language. Happiest birthday, A! We all love you so much. May your days get even better after this. XOXO.

You have often heard whispers about a “freak” on your campus, but the identity of this figure remained elusive amidst the sea of eccentric individuals inhabiting this quaint little community. It wasn’t until a group project assignment from your professor that you were thrust into an unexpected partnership with a certain Evan.

“Wow, he’s utterly heartless! How could he match you with a freak?” your closest friends exclaimed, perplexed by the professor’s choice.

“A freak?” you queried, raising an inquisitive brow at your friend’s assertion.

“Yes, a freak. Evan is infamous for his weirdness,” your friend continued. "Just observe his attire! Exceptionally dated with thick-rimmed glasses framing his face. And let’s not forget his near-silent demeanor! He rarely engages with anyone!” she elucidated, noting the perplexity on your face.

Was that enough justification for everyone to label Evan as a freak? Who’s to say that the man isn’t simply reserved? Or perhaps he struggles with mental health issues that remain enigmatic to others? You found the rumor weird instead.

“Perhaps he’s just shy. That’s all," you attempted to brush off your friend’s remarks, bidding farewell politely and veering towards a different corridor.

Your destination was to seek out Evan. Absent from the class for undisclosed reasons, your intuition guided you to the library, rumored to be the sanctuary for the misfits and intellectuals alike.

“Hi… you are Evan, right?” you ventured, addressing the figure that resembled your friend’s description. Clad in an old fashioned clothes — an oversized woolen sweater paired with threadbare denims, complemented by circular spectacles framing his slender frame.

Your outstretched hand hesitated momentarily as Evan stood frozen in place, a bewildered and startled expression etched across his features. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, I’m sorry. I am (Y/N). We were meant to attend the same class earlier, yet you were absent. Our professor assigned us a collaborative project. I propose we talk about AI and its impact on artists. Though it may sound cliché, the subject matter is currently hot and widely discussed, right?”

Evan’s ears rang with a deafening silence that drowned out your words, his body tensed in an icy grip. His gaze remained fixed upon your countenance, a figure that had often pervaded his reveries with its ethereal allure.

“Yeah, hot and widely discussed,” he echoed, not in concurrence but to describe the allure you exuded. Hot. Sexy and attractive. Unbeknownst to you, Evan’s subconscious prompted him to discreetly graze his inner cheek, restraining a stray droplet of saliva.

“Great! Let’s meet at Cafe XX this afternoon since we agreed on our project’s topic then!" you said — or rather, not realizing what the man in front of you was thinking. You reached into your bag for a moment and handed him your card, “My number is written here. Call me if you need anything!”

Accepting the card timidly, Evan nodded meekly, he didn’t want you to think he looked stupid.

“Bye, Evan!” you waved a final farewell, departing the library’s confines.

Evan held the business card you gave him. Y/N. Y/F/N. He brought the card closer to his nose and breathed in your lingering scent. Sweet.

You were supposed to meet with Evan this afternoon as per your agreement, but suddenly, a heavy rain shower engulfed the earth without any warning. The sky, previously serene, now bore the burden of heavy rain, casting a pall of uncertainty over the horizon and your heart.

The task needed to be completed within a week, yet you found yourself a day behind the seven-day deadline. You nervously nibbled on your nails, not truly biting, just place the tips of your teeth to your finger. A hint of worry lingered. With one hand holding your phone, you messaged Evan.

You: It seems like we can't work on the task right now. The rain is pouring heavily here. How about tomorrow?

Evan: Oh… Evan: Don't worry. Evan: I can come to your place.

You: My place?

Evan: Don't get me wrong. Evan: I know you can't go out now, so let me. I don't mind the rain. Evan: I mean for us to finish the task quickly.

You: Okay. You: Here's my address. Just come up to the second floor. It's the farthest room. Knock when you arrive.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Evan’s idea wasn’t so bad. If you could finalize the concept today, the next six days wouldn’t pose any problem at all.

YY Street. Heeseung was familiar with the address you had sent. No, do not accuse him of being a stalker! He had never stalked anyone. He just happened to have seen you on that street, entering a three-story building.

Heeseung couldn’t fathom where all the sudden courage had come from that led him to offer the idea of coming to your place. It seemed like he had gone mad; you were driving him further into madness. An anxious restlessness consumed him as he made his way towards your place.

Nothing strange would happen. Yes, nothing would happen.

Repeatedly reassuring himself with those words like mantra, he suddenly found himself standing in front of the building where you lived. The taxi he had ordered departed a minute ago. His feet felt heavy, stepping one by one like a fool.

His hand timidly knocked on the door after successfully passing through the lobby guarded by a vigilant security, which only added to his nervousness. It felt akin to meeting a stern future in-law.

He could hear you shouting from inside, not too loudly, before the brown door creaked open slightly, revealing you peering out.

“Hey, Evan!” you greeted him cheerfully, opening the door wider and welcoming him inside.

Nothing strange would happen. Yes, nothing would happen.

Evan followed behind you like a duckling, then opted to sit on the floor instead of the sofa, perhaps because it was closer to the table. You offered him a drink, and in his shy manner, he left the choice to you. So, you made him a cup of hot chocolate. He must have been cold from braving the rain. Afterwards, you sat by his side, unaware of the palpable tension in his breath.

One hour. Two hours. Five hours passed by quickly for you. Evan was undeniably a shy man. He didn’t speak much, and when he tried, his voice came out squeaky and timid. Unconsciously, you giggled along with your cup of hot chocolate. He was adorable. The rumors about him were truly unfounded.

Oh, at least, that’s what you thought until you realized that the rain showed no signs of subsiding. In fact, it intensified, and you noticed that your room heater wasn’t working properly. You should have complained to the management and requested a maintenance visit. The chilly night air seeping in through the window crevices began to make you shiver. The crop top you wore clearly wasn’t helping, but you felt too lazy to change into warmer clothing, especially with a guest present.

Evan glanced in your direction as you hugged yourself, arms crossed and rubbing your sides. Summoning his courage once more, he asked, “Are you cold?”

Your head automatically turned towards him, lips rounding briefly after hearing Evan’s question. His voice didn’t waver like before. You simply nodded. The rain persisted, the room heater wasn’t functioning properly, and your attire wasn’t providing much warmth. Of course, you were cold.

Approaching you, not too closely, he reached for your hand, his much larger hand enveloping yours. You jumped in surprise but allowed him to hold your hand. You were confident he had good intentions, right?

For a few minutes, everything was quiet, but his hand continued to grip yours and stroke it, providing warmth.

His earnest and genuine demeanor touched you, although it was just a simple gesture. Unconsciously, you leaned in, closing the gap between you. He averted his gaze, now looking at you as if asking if you needed something. In a shy gesture, you unexpectedly kissed his cheek.

He froze, you froze. After a soft exhale, you said, “Um… thank you? You’re so sweet. I couldn’t resist, sorry.”

For a moment, he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, “Thank you?” was all that came out. You nodded.

“Because you helped me feel warmer,” you explained with a smile. He looked down, his ears turning red, a sign of his embarrassment.

“I can help you feel warmer if you want,” Evan offered in a very soft voice, almost inaudible if you weren’t the only two present in the room. If you hadn’t been paying attention or if you hadn’t been unconsciously focused on him all this time.

“How would you warm me up?” you inquired, prompting him to lift his head again. His round eyes sparkled in the light, truly endearing. It was as if he was questioning you and seeking permission. You nodded faintly.

Still with his hands clasped together, Evan cut the distance between you before one hand came under your chin; bringing you into a small kiss. He kissed your lips, then opened his eyes to reveal his round eyes again. Seeing no resistance from you, he continued. Sucking your lips, kissing them gently before his tongue taps your row of teeth—asking permission to enter. You were happy to welcome his tongue, buying it with yours. Fight for dominance for a while until you finally give in. He explores your entire oral cavity. Then you take more until your saliva drips down, until you run out of breath and slap his chest slowly. That’s when he broke the kiss. But it didn’t stop there, he didn’t let you breathe properly because next, he placed small kisses on the side of your jaw, then down to your neck. Giving you the same small kisses but with fewer sucks and nibbles, you couldn’t help but moan. Damn, he’s really good.

He enjoys every inch of your body, not leaving a single inch without being gently touched. Then, he took you onto his lap. His arms are wrapped intimately around your waist while he himself is busy giving licks to your nipples which are starting to perk up because of the cold air and of course because of arousal. He moved his tongue up and down, not finding the fibers of the clothes still wrapped around your body bothering. He only lifted your crop top a little afterward to do the same to the other nipple. This continues until he feels satisfied licking and sucking your nipples. His other hand suddenly slipped into the mini skirt you were wearing, rubbing your thigh gently but moving upwards. Getting closer to the center of your body. Playing with the hem of your panties, moving to the middle and pressing your lips. He could feel the cotton cloth was wet, he smiled crookedly.

You couldn’t open your eyes properly, not with all Evan’s touches everywhere. When you opened your eyes, it was clear that he was looking at you, writhing in amusement. With a charming smile. He would definitely look better without glasses, you thought. Taking off the glasses that framed his face. Choked up when you saw that his face was even more handsome like this, up close. You moved forward, taking him into a deep, hot kiss as you moved back and forth. Grinding on his thighs.

“Slow down, doll. The night is still young,” he insited while restraining your movements by locking your waist. “I will make sure you are ready first, okay?” he continued the activities that were previously disrupted.

This time he didn’t just rub the outside of your underwear but forced his way inside. Play with your clitoris before inserting a finger. Your eyes rolled, a suppressed moan finally coming out. Tears almost coming out.

“Hurts...” you moaned softly, he stroked your hair gently. Trying to calm you down.

“Shhhh... it’s going to hurt more if I don’t do this, you know it well, princess.” that’s what happened before he moved his fingers forward and back, slowly, slowly and then faster with each passing second. He also added two more fingers into your vagina, making scissor-like movements to prepare you. This continues until the walls of your vagina, which at first were very tight and sucked his fingers, making him wince and think about what would happen if he entered you directly, finally twitch.

“I'm close!” you squealed.

“Take it out, doll. Be a good girl and let it out for me.” he murmurs, still continuing to pound your pussy rapidly with his slender fingers. Not long after, the white liquid came out, soaking your panties which weren’t completely removed as well as Evan’s pants which he was still wearing.

With a satisfied smile, Evan pulled out his fingers from your twisted love tunnel, causing you to whimper with the loss of stimulation. You were drenched in your juices and the scent was intoxicating. He cleaned your thighs with a quick sweep of his thumb, savoring the taste before licking it off.

“Good girl,” he praised affectionately while maintaining eye contact, pushing the hair off your face. He leaned in, giving you another sensual, lust-filled kiss, and then positioned his thick, pulsating cock at your entrance.

The hand that had previously clutching your nape now slid up to cup your cheek. He pushed your panties aside and lower his pants. With a practiced ease, he then forced into you with a slick pop, your walls encircling his member. There was a moment of breathlessness, your eyes locking as he began to move within. In and out, filling you with each stroke as your legs gripped him, keeping him close.

The rhythm steadily built, a counterpoint to your growing sounds of delight. Your nails raked at his shoulders, leaving red trails as you clung to him. Then, the pressure within you seemed to reach the breaking point, a build-up of a storm threatening to burst.

Gasping for breath, you cried out, “Evan, I’m going to… I’m going to...”

Evan responded by increasing the pace, pounding into you mercilessly, his own climax beckoning. “Cum for me, doll,” he growled raggedly, the provocative words adding fuel to the fire that burned within.

The storm broke, the walls of yours being constricted violently, your orgasm crashing through. Keened, your nails digging into his skin, body bucking wildly matched his frenzied tempo, giving everything you had. The sheets beneath began to move, twisted and tangled as you chased the pinnacle of pleasure.

With a deep groan, he stiffened, his own culmination arrived, bathing both of you in his hot seed. He remained inside, holding you tightly as he rode the aftershocks.

Evan suddenly flipped you, making your hair spilling across the bed in a disheveled mess. He pulled out of you slowly, leaving you slick and wanting. As he did, you shifted, your hips still twitching with the lingering sensation of pleasure.

“Don’t be such a greedy slut, stop moving! I’m not done yet,” Evan warned you in a husky voice you never thought would heard before. He gripped your neck, not tight enough to cut off air but close enough to make you aware of his grip. It was a stark contrast to the tender moments, but his desire for control and intimacy was intertwined.

You shivered, your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. You nodded, indicating your consent. Evan shifted behind you, positioning himself at you entrance once more. “Ready for more, princess?” He murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You moaned her response, your body aching for the promised fulfillment. Evan thrust back into you, his grip on your neck steady and firm. The dual sensation of the tight hold and his penetration built a crescendo of arousal within your again. Your mind swam in a hazy mix of trust, risk, and lust.

His movements were rougher this time, the echo of their sounds in the bedroom sharp and animalistic. Evan’s grunts filled the room, mingling with your whimpers and moans, punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

You clawed at the bed, nails leaving crescent marks in desperation to find purchase. The friction of his sinful length against your inner walls whipped you closer.

“Evan... I’m close... again,” you gasped, feeling him swell inside. Evan pounded into you even relentlessly, his thrusts unyielding as he guided you to the edge. In a final surge, his release tore through, spilling into you once more.

He then pulled you into his arms after, both of you sprawled on the rumpled sheets. His fingers tangled in your hair, rubbing the tension from your scalp.

You cradled against him, your body still shivering from the intensity of the lovemaking. “You did a great job, princess,” Evan cooed, tugging the strands of your hair playfully, a small smile forming on his lips. He kissed your temple repeatedly as if saying sorry for the brief rude moment before.

Well, maybe your friend was right. He is indeed a freak. But in different term, only for you to notice.

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chicksmoothie · 2 years ago

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•Say it like you mean it — mingi

—you have a very hard time dealing with your nightmares, so your studiocolleague and hard crush mingi helps you out sleeping better

Pairing dom!Mingi x sub!fem!reader/Chick

Genre Smut & Romance, Music Studio AU. Includes fluff & kinks

WordCount 4K

Warnings +18 content, minors DNI, nightmares, sleep paralysis, dirty talk, really dirty sex (urophilia and anal as the kinkiest), cursing, a bit of a size kink, smile kink (??), and I think that’s it, please tell me if I am forgetting something!

This in no way aims to be a real depiction of Mingi, just a character based on him!!! Same goes for Wooyoung, who appears for a sec.

AN: HIIII!!

Firs of all, I would like to thank you for reading :) this is actually my first fic since I was a teenager so I am a little shy about sharing it, but a friend asked me to do it so here it is!

I must say three things that you might want to know:

I use Chick instead of y/n cos it helps me write

English is not my first language and although I am confident in my english skills there might be some typos, weird use of english or gramatical errors, so sorry in advance

This story will continue as independent chapters of the same AU, but it won’t follow any schedule

Say it like you mean it

You are trying to stop moving throughtout your nightmare but it is kinda impossible, as always.

The night is getting longer and longer and this shitty dream doesn’t seem to end. You have always had this problem: you know you are sleeping, that it is a dream and you kinda control it till a certain point where it turns into a nightmare, and then you are unable to wake up. You try screaming, moving or opening your eyes but nothing works. You are trapped until your body is too tired to keep fighting against your wish to snap out of it, or someone wakes you up. The latter is what happens this time.

You blink a few times, trying to swipe the blur in your still sleepy eyes, just to guess a massive dark silhouette bending over you. “Hey, you alright Chick?” The silhouette asks “You were making a funny face” Your eyes finally focus. “Mingi” you manage to answer with a raspy voice, just awaken. “Yeah, thanks… I just need to get some water”. The guy immediatly hands you a bottle of cold water, which you thank and firstly put on your forehead to get rid of even the last bit of nightmare that might remain.

“Were you dreaming?” You open the bottle and drink a tiny zip. “Yes, nightmares, I get them quite a lot” You don’t know why you are telling this to Mingi. The guy could just be a random studiopartner who you sometimes help with lyrics and beats, but well, apart from that, he is the guy you secretly have a huge crush on and the same guy you draw every session day cos you can’t get over his profile, lips, adams apple or shiny eyes. His short pink hair has been printed in your brain along with his smile since the moment you first landed your eyes on him. You are totally delusional for him. And eventhough his mates are obssessed with shipping you together, you don’t get any sexy vibe from him towards you, so you just enjoy his company and, why not saying it, his sight too. You get along really well, and you don’t even think about fucking that up.

“Are they really bad? I mean, you seemed just upset while sleeping, but not enough for it to be a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from”. The next explanaition you give him surprises you even more, cos you spend the next good 10 minutes telling him about your whole problem with sleep paralysis, and this is something you normally avoid at all cost. And, oh my god, not him paying attention without saying a word until you finish, making you blush, cheeks beet red. “And that’s it I guess, not too deep”.

You don’t normally get knocked out like this at the studio, so it isn’t going to happen again anyway. You could just keep helping each other with your songs as you’ve been doing till now before this tiny shitty incident, end this conversation right here and keep going with your lifes, “Do you need someone to wake you up like I did just now?” until he asks this “I might be able to do that” and states this other thing.

“Sorry, I think I don’t get you” you are trying your best to brush off the thought of Mingi being next to you while sleeping before burning with the need of having that scene in real life, “As I said, I offer myself to stay next to you while you sleep just in case you need a hand to wake up” until he offers himself to…fuck, to actually do so.

“Yooooooooo…” you both jump in surprise, your conversation being interrupted by Wooyoung, one of Mingis teamates. “Flirting again I see” Mingi slightly blushing and flicking his tounge. “Fuck off Woyo” he turns to your direction and says “Give it some thought, I might be of help”. He tries hard to hide his nervous smile, dimple showing and eyes shining. And then he fucking leaves.

Woyo laughs while waving goodbye “Well, princess, it is getting late, you should go home”

What the fuck was that just now, you ask yourself.

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Your dreams are getting not only worse, but also more frequent. The last nightmare with sleep paralysis was the fifth out of seven nights a week has. That is double as much as they were before, and this situation has been going on for another two weeks.

Your lack of quality sleep has you dozzing off during lesson and keeps your brain bottled up, unable to concentrate nor being creative on your music. It has reached to a point where you would get paranoid and afraid of the night itself, which implies being unable to sleep at all. You are tired both physically and mentally, and Mingi and the guys from the studio can tell.

This is why Mingi takes you to the studios kitchen, sits you on a chair and goes “You’re not sleeping shit”. You can only nod. “Why won’t you ask for help? I offered, but it doesn’t have to be me if you are not comfortable with that” you look up at him, doubting if you should tell him that no one knows about your nightmares. You bite your lip until you throw it: “I can’t tell just anyone cos it embarrasses me,” deep breath “so you are the only one who knows” Mingi is so shocked you can tell miles away, given the face he is making. After the shock comes the seriousness. “Okay, you are sleeping beside me tonight”. And all you can do is nod again, tired and surrendered.

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You throw the key away in the desk by the door, hang your coat and make a gesture for Mingi to do the same. “I am sorry it isn’t tidy”. He wanders around with his eyes just to catch how full of paintings and drawings, sculptures and some other things he can not really classify this house of yours is.

“Your place is actually amazing. How come you have so much arty stuff?” You can tell he is genuinely interested “Oh, I majored in Fine Arts, currently writing my thesis, so this is research material you could say” He widen his eyes “Wait, I thought you were a singer, like, I’ve seen you live” Trying to supress your smile you say “Well, I do that too. I do a bit of everything, never good enough at anything to live on it” He automatically shakes his head in disapproval, “The fuck you saying, that doesn’t show on your songs or in all this, baby” You look at him, not sure about what you should be more shocked about: the fact that he was giving you credit on all of your work so fervently or the fact that he just casually called you baby.

Shit, you could get used to that. “I am going to order the pizza,” you shake it off quickly, “you can choose a movie or something. The TV is over there.” Is this a fucking date? Really? Pizza is okay but, girl, a movie? Bloody hell you are hooked.

After a while watching Inuyasha, chosen by you and accepted by him since not surprisingly he loves anime, you start to feel that new but already familiar feeling of not being able to keep your eyes open due to tiredness. Also not surprisingly, you don’t lose to paranoia and fear tonight, since Mingi is close enough to you to be able to feel his body heat. It makes you nervous in a totally different way, and also calm enough to finally fall asleep on his shoulder.

It is all pitch black, you can’t see a thing and you try to reach something around you but your hands keep slipping through cold air and emptyness. You feel you are too alone for it to even be possible, you feel such loneliness, such fear of what you can’t see. Everything around you is still cold and still empty and your hands are still slipping through the air and you can’t find anything or anyone to wake you up.

Thats it, you are dreaming. Another shitty fucking nightmare. Please someone wake me, please. You try to say it, your mouth opens up and maybe emits the sound but you can’t hear it. You also try to pull your own arm in a desperate attempt of inflicting yourself some pain that shakes you out of this dream, but fail. Your body blocks any kind of action you try to start. Cold drops of sweat rolling through your body outside the dream, you can feel it, you are right in between, why can’t you reach the surface?

It suddenly happens. A hand would gently caress your sweat away outside the dream, first thing you feel in what seemed ages. And that’s what it takes. You slowly open your eyes, also slowly focusing on a worried Mingi. “You alright?” You are suddenly so calm, everything just sets right.

You close your eyes again and rest for the first time in a long time.

When you wake up you are in your bed, fully covered with your 3k blankets (you are really not a cold person) and a fucking big and heavy arm. Mingi is right behind you, breathing soundly on your nape. Shut up. Shut the fuck up because this is not fucking happening. I am still dreaming. You tell yourself all that, but reality says otherwise, since Mingi wakes up to your tiniest move in order to wake you if needed, and he had just noticed how your body suddenly tensed.

“Chick? You awake?” Shit is his morning voice sexy “Good morning Mingi” you can’t even turn around from embarrassment “Good morning baby” BABY, againnnn?jeheodjeifhehehdjhd “Did you sleep any better?” You just manage to nod, unable to emit any sound or word since apparently you have forgotten your own language. “Why won’t you talk? Are you alright?”

His fingers start to have a stroll through your hair, drawing circles on your scalp. What is he up to? You wonder, cos this situation would normally lead to something you know far too well. But, as always, you’d rather die than admit that these things happen to you, that someone might be interested in you. You need more, a bit of a bigger proof. “Hey, Chick, please talk to me, do you need water or something?… Did you fall asleep again?” This last bit is nearly a whisper. Did he actually lower his voice just now just in case you had fallen asleep? You can’t take it. That is too fucking endearing. You break in laughter and turn around, smiling at him. “Thanks Mingi, I slept amazing”.

And there you are, facing each other closer than ever. Just a few centimeters away from his lips, as you had imagined too many times to even fucking count. So what do you do now, you beg someone to tell you. The hand that was previously caressing your head had, lets say naturally, landed on your waist when you abruptly turned around, and somehow it started moving with the same motion it had on your head, but now on its new location. “Yeah? I’m glad, and you are welcome” A bright smile on his lips, still so close to yours you could breathe his words in. You just can’t stop looking at him, he is too bright himself, so pretty. His smile is too much for you, fuck, you might actually cry.

But you don’t have time to do that, cos Mingi takes the chance of you looking at his lips to put on yours his pretty smile. It lasts a second, but when he moves his face away from you, your heart tightens and your eyes shut close to try to process the warmth in your chest. Where did all these overwhelming feelings come from? You never thought it was so deep. Was it this deep? Have you been cockblocking your own feelings for this guy as you always do just to avoid facing them? Hell yeah you have girl. When you open your eyes Mingi is looking at you, clearly puzzled since he thinks he might have gone overboard with the kiss. Your hands find his cheeks, pressing against them so hard his mouth turns into a fish face.

“I am in love with you” You look at him gently for a second, just settling your words altogether with your flaming chest. His face is a poem: the fish face now has his eyes wide open in surprise, and you break in laughter again. He slowly takes your hands away while his expression changes just to grab your chin with one of his own hands “You mean it? Say it like you mean it” his eyes are a bit narrowed, his new and unknown expression tainted in something dark that you can feel right in your lower half. He wants to know, he wants to hear you say it like you mean it.

You swallow, looking at him in the eyes while trying to catch your breath “Mingi I lov-“ And thats all you manage to say, cos next Mingi is full on pressing his lips against yours, your whole body against his, so much bigger than yours. It sounds so messy in your mouths you feel shy about it, but all you can do is give in to him, finally reaching each other as you both apparently wanted to. His hands are all over your body. Fuck you are needy. Fuck he also is.

So you move your hands near the “whatever cloth’s he has got” elastic and pull it down. He growls in your mouth, anticipating what you are about to do. And, although he wants you to do it, he also wants to pleasure you first.

“Baby, wait” you look at him, quite confused again both for him stopping you and also him calling you baby for the third time as if nothing. “Let me get on top, yeah?” As if you could fucking answer anything to that. He slips on top of you making it seem like he has done it every single day of his life, with such ease. When you feel him grind against you, you melt down and pant. You want him so much it’s insane.

In a second attempt to take action you stroke yourself against him, and again he stops you “Be a good girl, huh? Let me work you just right for a bit” you automatically stop and nod biting your lips, eyes full of needy tears, making his chin clench and tighten in lust at the sight of this undone under him you. He goes back to your mouth and kisses you, and this time he does it so damn slowly, as if he loved you back? His tongue going over your lips and making its way inside your mouth, finally eating your breath up in the sweetest kiss ever.

His hands are covering your cheeks and reaching behind your ears through your neck, and this could sound all too innocent and fluffy if he wasn’t grinding against your already soaked pussy so hard but at the same slow pace as the kiss. You moan between his lips, earning another one of his smiles, this time a bit cheeky. “Needy aren’t we?” He didn’t expect it, but you grin yourself and go back to his mouth and almost whispering you say “Yeah baby, so fucking needy for you”. Mingi tenses from head to toe, grinds one time just as a reflex and slaps you slightly on your cheek, “And what exactly is it that you need, needy girl?” “Mingi, please” your grin dropping and you cry while your arms wrap around his lower back just to pull him even closer, pressing your clit against his already rock hard dick, making you both moan.

“Words baby, wanna hear you say it” he growls while grinning and you cant help but obey without even thinking, “Mingi, really give it to me,pretty please? Fuck me stupid hm?” You know your slutty begging tone is effective, but not to this extent, cos one second after your last word is Mingi dragging your pants and panties down, lining his dick and pushing it slowly inside you. Slowly, very slowly, cos you are wetter than ever, but he is so, so, so big. You both sighing deep due to the sudden hit of his cock entering you.

“You feel amazing around me. Going so slow is torture” He is looking into your eyes, so when you push yourself up in order to take him whole in one go, you have the perfect sight of his eyelids flicking and his eyes rolling up to the back of his head, enjoying the pleasure it gives him. “Fuck, baby, so good” he bites his lips while now moving in and out of you, still slowly, still so sweet.

Your pussy clenching at the sound of his praising. “Mingi come closer, I wanna kiss you” “Because you love me?” You nod “Words baby” and he demands. “I love you Mingi, please let me kiss you” He smiles brightly. “I love you too” and so he’s got you. You’re done for.

The moment he bends down to kiss you you swallow his mouth, arch your back and make his cock enter you the fucking perfect angle that you both needed to finally lose it. Mingi starts to fuck you hard, taking your legs to roll them around his waist, making you push him deeper with each time he bangs. Your eyes crying and your voice crying too, your head falling back in pleasure, him growling your name and praising how good your pussy tastes for his cock, his body pressed so tightly to yours and every inch of your body feeling so full of him.

You start to feel that burning knot in your core, this hot sensation that you have never felt with a guy fucking you before and that you could only reach with your fingers.

“Mingi I think am gonna cum” you cry “Cum baby, drench me, yeah?” As if you were following his every order, the knot pulls you to your orgasm faster than it ever has before, but he doesn’t stop “You think you can take it a bit longer?” And for some reason you do. And not only that, being so overstimulated turns you on so much that you end up begging with your eyes still rolled back from the high of your orgasm and your body still shaking “Mingi don’t fucking stop, please”.

And he doesn’t, but he does bend you over the mattress, your face sunken in the pillow. He has your ass up to the sky and he can’t help but suck his thumb and then stroke its entrance in circles while still banging your pussy. When you feel his finger entering your ass and trying to find and press his own cock through your flesh inside you, all the overstimulation that has built up finally overcomes you. “Mingi…something different is coming!” You shout ridiculously still pressed against the pillow. He doesn’t stop, he knows what is gonna happen and he wants to see it from the front row. And this is not going to take long, you just need a little push. “Come on babygirl, let me see it” he gasps while rocking his hips.

All of a sudden this heat that comes along with the orgasm mixes with a burning feeling in your clit. Mingi takes his mostly free hand to go down to it and press on really fast and really hard. You scream his name as if it was the last thing you would say. Your legs so week you can’t even keep yourself in all fours, your pussy clamping and drenching the whole bed with your squirt. “Jesus Christ baby, that is so fucking sexy. You’re such a slut huh? Wetting your bed like that. And this is all for me.”

A growl followed by a slap on your ass, this time very hard, nothing to do with the previous one on your face, announce his own orgasm. This one slap is meant to mark you as his, make himself stamp his own pleasure for you on your skin as if he could’t stay still. And then he slows down, pouring all his cum inside your pussy, while still fucking your asshole with his thumb in the same slowing pace.

He pulls out and you whine, feeling too empty all of a sudden. You think it is over and somehow you feel kinda disappointed “I thought you were gonna fuck my ass too” he can’t even finish to lean beside you because he falls apart in laughing tears “Are you for real? After this?” “I don’t know” you say, eyes looking down at Mingis body lying just by your side, you still down faced and breathing irregularly “I was ready for everything”.

Mingi takes your face and kisses you dearly while, again, smliling through your mouth and making you smile too. “I am not gonna fuck your asshole...” you pout, he smiles even wider. “…today. But I am going to clean you up”. He starts kissing you again, then going down your neck with tiny little pecks, he stops for a minute on your chest, your nipples and down to your bellybutton.

The pleasure this time is different. You know you are unable to cum anymore after squirting so hard, at least not in a couple of minutes without any stimuli. But this pleasure is just pleasure for you to enjoy without the orgasm as the reward. Just Mingi feeding you full with attention like this is just right, just enough. You anticipate his next kissing stop, you know what he is about to do and you burn inside with desire. “Mingi…” You pull his short pink hair at the time you push his face between your legs for him to eat you out only as a fucking professional rapper like him would do. The thought of him sucking you clean of his own cum is driving you nuts. “Shit Mingi, so good…” You are too sensitive right now, but somehow it still feels good to have him gently sucking you.

Once he finishes, he is now hard again, and not that you are surprised. You look up at him, asking with your gaze what you should do. He grins “Stay still babe, lay towards the headboard for me” you obey and he gets closer to you, towering you under his huge body and leaning forward, just to have your face aligned with his dick.

He starts stroking in a slow motion at first, then hurrying the pace as he watches you open your mouth while looking at him in the eyes. “I wanna cum on your face” he sighs while closing his eyes “And then I wanna piss all over your body”. At this point this does only not surprise you, but you ache for it too.

Your eyes meet, he is waiting for your approval. Your only answer being gulping, licking your lips and opening your mouth again while looking at his cock pointing at you. “Fuck” he manages to say. And then he cums hard, fast, all on your face and making it drip to your tits. “I am gonna drench you baby, say you want it. Tell me” “Mingi” keep crying, “I do want it so fucking bad…” Right this instant, after coming down from his climax, does he start showering you in his piss, moaning hard with his low voice a bit pitched this time, looking down at you getting covered. Your body suffering because of the temperature difference between the fluid and your skin, and thus making you tremble until he finally finishes his load.

He falls over you and rolls down until he can rest on your lap. “You are incredible” he says. You smile, proud of yourself and also proud of him. “So are you, baby” and hearing yourself saying “baby” reminds you something you’ve been wondering. “Yo Mingi, how come you so casually started calling me baby out of nowhere?” He looked up at you and gave you that smile of his that you’ve spent hours drawing. “I’ve dreamt of it so many times it came out naturally”.

He takes you to the bathroom to get a very needed shower. And under the warm water you think about your next dreams being as normal as his, quiter and maybe safer since from now on you would be sleeping next to Mingi.

Part 2 whenever

#mingi x y/n #mingi fluff #mingi smut #ateez hard hours #mingi #mingi x you #mingi au #smut #mingi hard hours

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lizard-shifter-noms · 9 months ago

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 9 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i'm sorry.

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Seeing the forest come closer I was actually relieved to finally be out of here and looked over my shoulder to see that the tower really was built to keep big Monsters in there with its thick walls and embedded spikes.

I shuddered and hoped I would never see this thing again, so turning back I instead focused on the treeline and not stepping on anyone.

Yep, still weird to think about that I could end someone's life with a single misstep and I tried not to think about it, and instead just drag my feet over the ground so that if someone were to be there they'd get toppled over and not squished under me.

Reaching the Forest's edge I assumed that they would let us go now, but it seemed we were still too close to their Kingdom so we had to walk into the forest even further.

I didn't dare speak out of fear that they would shoot me, but Robin seemed to have no such concerns.

“When are we there? I want to talk to Donovan, also where's Arthur?”

I tensed at his last Question accidentally squishing Arthur a tiny bit making him move more than before and I hurried to hold my breath and cut off his air supply, however that worked.

He stopped moving after a few seconds but this sure had been a scare, if he had woken up and someone noticed it we would have been fucked.

I still felt incredibly guilty but it couldn't be helped, I just hoped he'd understand.

I almost missed the guy's answer as I was busy holding my breath and my attention was focused more… inwards.

“Oh you can talk to your big friend later ALLLLLL you want as for this Arthur guy? He's been taken care of don't worry”

I did Not like the condescending tone the Guard had used but I couldn't really do anything about it which frustrated me even more.

At least Rikaad was able to step between them and shot a death glare at the offending guard who actually backed up a bit.

We continued walking in silence, safe for the Guards communicating amongst themselves.

I could feel Arthur lying limply against my insides, only moving occasionally and sending a thrill up my nervous system whenever he made a bigger movement.

I tried to Ignore it but since he was literally inside me that was near impossible, and I couldn't help but worry about the feeling.

What if that's what the Bracelet made me do? What if one day it urged me to eat someone for real?

Shoving these thoughts down I instead focused on the road so I wouldn't trip, and I could see that the tower was a bit further away now.

I really hoped they would just let us be already but it seemed that we were still too close to the Kingdom for their comfort.

At this point we had already passed the spot where I got shot at and were led even deeper into the woods towards the mountain.

Coming to a bigger clearing they ushered Robin and Rikaad to be in the center and threw both of them a bag, probably their own stuff judging by the clunking sound of metal.

The Guards still surrounded me, but I wanted them to go away already so I could talk to Robin and try to find a spot where I could let Arthur out so Rikaad wouldn't see it.

Arthur himself was still peacefully asleep, courtesy of a low oxygen environment and had thankfully not woken up during all of this.

But I did dread the part where he would, I didn't know how he would react and it scared me.

I also had to fight to keep my hand from settling over the warm lump in my core so as to not give away anything to the Guards.

The Guards walked around me to stand at the treeline of the small clearing, I didn't move as I really didn't want to step on someone.

Suddenly a Horse came up with an ironclad knight on its back.

The rider removed the helmet and i could see that it was the king, nobody else i knew had such a monobrow.

Did he follow us? I immediately became worried, Would he tell the others that I ate Arthur? I hoped not.

The guards all stood in a line next to him with their crossbows loaded.

I had a bad feeling about this and I was proven right as the king suddenly had a wicked grin on his face.

“SOLDIER! AIM! SHOOT THE BEAST! I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH A MONSTER NEAR MY KINGDOM!”

Aa all the Guards suddenly aimed their crossbows at me.

I didn't even wait to see what they would do and Instead turned to run in the opposite direction, snatching up Robin and Rikaad as I did so and getting the hell away from there as fast as I could.

Ignoring Rikaads surprised shout i just ran towards the mountains to bring as much distance between us and Maringand as possible making sure to not drop either of them.

Feeling Arthur start to move again I held my breath once more hoping that he'd fall back asleep even with all the movement.

It took longer than before and sprinting while not breathing made my lungs burn but after about three minutes he was still again.

I really hoped none of the others had noticed him squirming but glancing down while running showed that Rikaad was focused on the way we came, probably looking for any pursuers and Robin was just Clinging to my fingers.

I ran until I could no more, occasionally holding my breath to prevent Arthur from waking up.

I didn't really know how long I had been running but as I looked back I could not see the tower anymore and it was well after midday.

I sank to my knees gently letting Robin and Rikaad to the ground while I panted, my lungs burned from running and holding my breath and I did my best to calm down as fast as possible.

I did not want Arthur to wake up now from all this, not now at least.

I was still trying to figure out how to handle this and having him wake up now would be extremely awkward.

Rikaad seemed to stand Guard and looked in the direction we came from.

“We should continue after you rested, then we can figure out what happened to Arthur and how to get him back”

Ah fuck i really needed to make a plan.

Looking at Robin instead to make sure he was alright too and I didn't grab him too harshly I saw him staring at me, or more specifically my middle.

While I sat there I had unconsciously put a hand over my Pouch where Arthur lay and I yanked it back, looking at Robin and putting a finger over my lips to tell him to never say a word about it.

He nodded but still tilted his head at me with curious look in his eyes, i would tell him later what had happened, when I got the chance to do that without Rikaad listening in.

Being hunched over like this made the weight in my core just a lot more prominent as Arthur was lying on what was previously the front wall.

Getting up again and holding my breath anew even if I still felt like I needed more time to rest.

And feeling Arthur slide around in my pouch when I was hunched over was a bit weird.

I wanted to go as far away as possible as fast as possible from that place so I forced myself to continue on.

“Alright let's go i want to never go near that hellhole again we can worry about Arthur when i'm sure i wont get shot again”

I slowly stood up and went to walk even more towards the mountain.

I was glad that riding on horseback through the woods was not a good idea, otherwise we'd have to worry about that too right now.

Holding my breath again I went in the direction of the mountains in a straight line, not like there were any roads here anyway.

Robin scrambled after me and Rikaad started to walk faster too to keep up.

“It is going to be dark soon we should look for a campsite if possible”

At Rikaads words i looked around, it was indeed getting darker, How long had i been running?

No matter right now I needed to get Arthur out without the others or at least Rikaad noticing and I still didn't have a plan on how to do that.

So we ended up setting up a temporary camp near a river, still far enough to not be able to see said river but close enough to get water, and I felt extremely awkward the entire time.

I had their Friend within me for fucks sake! And the only one that didn't know was Rikaad at this point.

It didn't help that I had to fight with myself to keep my hands from straying to settle onto my middle.

If Rikaad did notice my odd behavior he didn't say anything about it luckily.

I kept frequently holding my breath to make sure Artur did not wake up and hoped to God that this wouldn't give him brain damage from the low oxygen he had been exposed to for some time now.

The Dark came as soon as we managed to light a fire, The crackling sounds provided a soothing white noise and I finally got an idea as I saw in the glinting light how dirty my legs had become.

And not just my legs, everything about me was dusty and on some spots downright caked in dried or fresh mud.

So I stood up and on the other two confused looks told them what I was going to do.

“I'm going to wash myself in the river, stay here i don't want any of you seeing me without clothing”

Robin looked a bit confused at first but then nodded, motioning a thumbs up, he'd been weirdly quiet since the capture.

I would talk to him later to make sure he was alright but for now I had other things to deal with.

Rikaad just made a dismissive hand motion and instead focused on the fire so I left to go a good bit downstream, away from where they could hear or see me.

I went a good bit further than that to make sure that even if it got loud they wouldn't notice, which took about five minutes to walk.

I had stopped holding my breath while walking and I could feel Arthur start to move again as I took deep breaths to supply him with fresh air.

The movements were confused at first, then a curious hand prodded my insides before he went still again, not unconscious, more like a stiff weight that held itself and it seemed like he was terrified of moving.

I even heard him say.

“Oh fuck”

I finally allowed myself to put a hand on my abdomen and poked at him, receiving a surprised noise in response.

“Arthur? Are you okay?”

He shifted confusedly for a second before answering.

“What? You ate me, why would you ask that?”

He seemed still a bit groggy so I would do one thing after the other for now.

“I didn't really eat you, but can you tell me if you're okay?”

I was a bit worried over the fact that I had essentially kept him in a low air environment and hoped I didn't damage his brain or something.

“What do you mean by that? And uh… well i Feel fine? wait-”

He started shifting a lot and I had to bite back a pleased hum at the feeling of having my insides rubbed, I didn't want to scare him after all.

“What the FUCK! Donovan, what the hell is going on?!”

He suddenly was a lot more energetic, seemingly having figured out that he'd been in there for some time now and was still okay.

So best to finally explain this…chaos.

“First off you're fine! And you will stay fine! You're not in my stomach okay?”

“Where the hell am I then? You fucking ate me!”

Well there was the anger, but now I knew that beneath that anger was fear, so I would try my best to reassure him.

“You are in my pouch not my stomach, basically i have some of my organs doubled but not all of them work so you're fine and nothing will happen to you in there”

He seemed to freeze at my words, likely trying to comprehend what I just told him.

Then I felt an indignant kick against my insides.

“WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS SOONER!”

Now he really was angry instead of afraid and I sighed.

“I literally couldn't! Not with that Monobrow guy listening in! He would have killed us both!

Besides You said it yourself that you couldn't act to save your life! I'm sorry that I had to do this but it's better than death isn't it?”

He seemed to calm down at my words, probably realizing that I was right.

“So wait, are we still in the tower or why are you suddenly talking to me? And how did you manage to keep me asleep during all of this???”

At least those two questions were easy to answer but I hoped he wouldn't get angry again at hearing that I had deprived him of air.

“We are not in the tower anymore, i got us as far away as possible when we got out, as for keeping you asleep well uh- I just held my breath so you'd get less air?”

He didn't kick or punch me, instead he just flopped backwards against the walls of my pouch.

“You know what, okay why not? Are at least Robin and Rikaad okay? Wait, do they know I'm in here?”

I decided to try and answer the questions in the order I heard them.

“The others are okay, they are at out camp a bit away and no the don't know where you are, at least Rikaad doesn't, and i'd appreciate it if you'd never tell them about this, i'm not keen on getting stabbed by Rikaad to be honest”

He shifted again a bit and I had to suppress another delighted hum.

“So if we are away from the tower can you let me out? No offense but i don't like this and i never want to repeat it”

Walking a bit into the stream after chucking my shoes onto a boulder to keep them dry while he talked I could understand that he didn't want to do this ever again, so as long as he promised to not tell anyone I'd let him out as soon as possible.

“Of course I'll let you out just give me a sec, also can you promise me to never tell Rikaad about this? I'll help you come up with a believable cover story if you want”

Coming up with something would probably be difficult as he admitted to being a bad actor, so something simple would have to do.

Feeling him move again to sit up I walked even deeper into the widest part of the river, but the water still didn't go over my entire legs so I just stood there in the calves deep water listening for his answer.

“Yeah sure, i even swear on God to not tell Rikaad unless you tell me to, now get me out of here”

“Alright… try to go limp… i'm going to get you out now”

I felt a squirm of confirmation as I pressed in with my hand, and tensed up as I forced my body to throw up the form in my pouch.

Feeling something travel the wrong way up your esophagus wasn't by any means pleasant but I was used to it by now from the years of hiding valuables in there.

It wasn't long until I felt the cursing form of Arthur reenter my mouth and I plucked him out with two fingers, dangling him over the river in the pale moonlight.

“Fucking hell! How long was I in there? And set me down already! I hate this!”

I couldn't really set him down right now as I stood in the middle of the river and he would get swept away by the cool water that flowed around my legs so I instead cupped him in my hands.

He was a lot less slimy than I thought he'd be but still needed a wash to get rid of the bit of slime that did cling to him.

“One second, unless you want me to dump you in the river, also how are you? Are you okay?”

I walked back towards the riverbank so I could set him down.

“I've seen better days to be honest, and i'm sorry for what my uncle did to you guys”

Setting him down slowly onto the rocky dirt covered shore I went to wring out the hem of my shirt that had gotten wet when I bent over to get Arthur out before what he said registered in my brain.

“That Was Your Uncle??? What? Wait a sec, if that guy is your uncle then-”

He interrupted me before I could say another word.

“Yes my dad was the King, but frankly i didn't really know him aside from when i had to stand at his side during some stupid events, and no i'm not sad that he's dead i never cared about being some stupid royalty, at least i wasn't inbred like some of my other relatives”

He seemed to shudder at the last bit and not entirely from the cold.

“I thought Winton had told you who i am, ah fuck, how about you don't tell anyone about my royalty status and i keep quiet about the pouch thing okay?”

This did seem like a good deal but one thing confused me.

“Deal! Though, Who the fuck is Winton? Is that the monobrow guy? Don't tell me That ugly fuck is your uncle”

He flopped over into the mud of the riverbank groaning.

“Yes he is, i like to pretend that he's not though, i hate him”

That was completely understandable, I had only been around that guy for about a day and I already despised him as much as physically possible, and Arthur had to live with that for who knew how long.

Though now we needed to come up with a reason as to why Arthur wasn't kept captive anymore.

“So, any idea for a cover story? You know Maringand better than me”

He flopped onto his back in the dirt sighing.

“I'll just tell them i escaped through the sewers, as disgusting as it is it's believable enough and they probably won't ask for details”

That sounded good enough, I knew I wouldn't ask how someone crawled through a sewer, or at least not expect them to answer it.

“So can we go back now? I want to actually see Robin and Rikaad again”

That would be nice, but suddenly coming back with Arthur might be a bit suspicious, there was no way he would have kept up with us, especially since he had way shorter legs than I did and I had done an Adrenaline fueled sprint away from Maringand.

“Not a good idea, you suddenly turning up this fast is going to raise questions so maybe not today, ehh Night i mean”

It would be even better if he backtracked a bit so when Rikaad would usher us back to get him we'd ‘meet’ him on the way.

“Maybe even backtrack a bit? Rikaad is going to go back to get you anyway so if you go back a bit we meet you there and it's more believable”

He slowly sat up, now having mud stuck to the back of his shirt and put a hand over his face.

“Yeah that is a plan, not one im looking forward to but im not going to admit that i was eaten and didn't even do anything to stop you, that's just awkward and kinda embarrassing”

At least he shared my view on that point, so I went to sit next to him in the mud.

I would wash that anyway so I wasn't concerned with getting it even dirtier.

“Well you better get moving then, you have to go downstream and a bit to the right”

I pointed to where he had to go and he slowly stood up and started walking, even if his legs seemed to be moving a bit weirdly, they probably fell asleep in the time he didn't use them.

I was right in my guess as Arthur actually did comment on it.

“Dude my legs are wonky, how long was I in there? no wait don't answer I don't wanna know that, see you and the others tomorrow?”

The last part went an octave higher and I could clearly see that he was worried but did not want to show it.

Instead he started to walk through the woods and I hoped that I hadn't just made a mistake, After all, the woods were still dangerous and now he was unarmed.

I REALLY hoped I hadn't made an irreversible error but he was already out of sight so I went back to striding into the river, planning to finally get all the dirt out of my shirt and pants.

The cool water felt Pleasant against my sore legs and while I just let the stream wash away the mud on my pants I took my shirt off and swirled it in the water a few times to get everything out.

Dragging the now heavier shirt out of the water i wrung it out a few times before realizing that if i put it on again i'd likely get a cold or something, So the shirt had to stay off until it was dried.

Ah Fuck.

That ment i had to go back to the camp shirtless and try to dry it against the comparatively small fire we had.

I hoped no one would take offense to the fact that my top half was naked, but knowing Robin he'd more likely ask about my scars than complain about me missing my shirt.

Standing on the riverbank I wrung out my pants as best as I could while wearing them and slipped my shoes back on as I started to walk back, trying all the while to wring out my shirt as best as I could so it would dry faster.

I returned to a happily flickering fire and saw Rikaad inspecting Robin's face, apparently checking for bruises.

I realized with a pang that I might be too big to see small injuries, at least Rikaad was here to assess them.

Upon hearing me come back two heads simultaneously looked at me but Rikaad went back to checking Robin over who grinned at me.

Something was wrong with his teeth but I couldn't figure out what, I was too far away and probably too big too.

I sat next to the fire and put my shirt as close as I dared, I didn't want it catching on fire after all, then gave a worried look over to Robin.

“Are you alright? You've been weirdly quiet since we left Maringand”

He motioned for me to get closer and I bent down to be more at eye level for him.

He showed off his teeth and I finally saw what was wrong, The tooth behind his left canine had a small piece missing making his canine appear far more pronounced, like a fang.

No wonder he's been so quiet that must have been painful.

“How did that happen? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, making his messy ginger hair bounce around his skull.

“I'm fine, one of the Maringand Guards told me to shut up and hit my teeth, but that aside where did your shirt go??”

I was glad he seemed to be okay and gestured vaguely to the shirt lying next to the fire.

“I'm letting it dry before putting it back on, not keen on catching a cold out here”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rikaad nodding.

“A good idea, though we should rest soon i will take first watch”

He did have a point in that, we really should sleep soon and i could put my shirt back on tomorrow as embarrassing as them seeing my scars was i wouldn't risk a sickness right now.

“Is that where your kidney is missing?”

I flinched a bit at the question, it seemed Robin had come closer as I stared into the Flames of the campfire and was looking at the pale line of scar tissue at my side.

“Yeah it is, i'm glad i punched that guy when i did or had have killed me for sure”

He seemed to stare at it a bit longer before his gaze became that glazed over look again for half a minute.

He snapped out of it and shook his head.

“You have any more scars? You don't have to tell me though!”

Well I did have a few more but most of them were from mundane stuff like falling off a tree or climbing into small spaces, though there was a long thin line across my back doing shoulder to shoulder that I received from a blade.

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mxxnlightwriting · 1 month ago

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Writemas 2024 Day 7

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for hosting this wonderful event!

Tari’s Note: So, it's safe to say I'm obsessed with this story. Rae and Emily's story has been so much fun to write. Thank you to everyone who has read one part or who has decided to read all of it. I have a masterlist for this challenge if you want to read this story from the beginning! Also, if you'd like to be added to this story's taglist, let me know. Please excuse any typos and continuity errors! Thanks for understanding.

Prompt(s): "Can we fix this?", a staircase & the bite of the cold Synopsis: Arriving back at the cabin shouldn't have been such a big ordeal for Emily, and yet, she couldn't avoid the convoluted emotions spilling out of her. Genre/age group: adult contemporary sapphic romance Word Count: 1.3k (this one is long and a bit sad, you've been warned)

The cabin was how Emily had left it. As the snow slowly covered its roof and the pavement, she couldn't help but feel at home.

"Where should I park?" Rae asked, pointing with her chin to the garage ahead. "Can I park in there?"

"My car's inside," Emily said, putting on her gloves once more. "We can park it in the driveway."

Rae parked and when she stopped the car, Emily became keenly aware of every other sound around her. Rae's breathing. The slight breeze on the leaves. Her quick heartbeat. She opened the door and stepped outside, glancing at the dark sky.

A few snowflakes fell on her cheeks and the tip of her nose and she stretched her hand to try and grab some snowflakes with her hands. They disappeared as soon as they touched the wool fabric of her gloves.

Emily pulled the zipper of her jacket up and turned to grab her groceries, but Rae already had both bags in one hand, using the other to pull the cover on the back of her truck, completely unfazed by the freezing weather around her.

Before she could catch her staring, Emily went and opened the front door, and waited until Rae was inside to close it. She considered locking it, but since she didn't know whether Rae would stay for longer, she decided to only keep the latch on.

"You can put that in the kitchen," Emily said. "It's over…"

The words died on her lips as she took in the sight of Rae inside the cabin a few steps away from her. She glanced at the tall ceiling, at the wooden staircase to their left and the massive windows that showed the frozen lake.

Emily wanted to get this moment engraved in her memory. She considered picking up her phone and taking a photo of Rae surrounded by darkness while facing the light coming from the snow and mountains outside. It was beautiful.

"This has changed a lot since my last time here," Rae said, a tinge of sadness in her voice. She looked over her shoulder at Emily. "It looks… bigger but also smaller. My voice also echoes more."

She disappeared into the kitchen and Emily followed, slowly removing her warm layers of outwear. She threw it all on the couch just as Rae placed the bags on the kitchen counter.

Emily had spent so many hours in this house alone that having someone else here—Rae, of all people—was messing up her way of thinking. What should she do next? Keep her distance from her? Wait until she left the kitchen area to go sort the groceries?

Rae appeared to be thinking the same thing as they stared at each other from across the room, glancing at one another only to look away when their eyes met. They weren't seventeen anymore, but Emily was pulled right back to those final moments between them before it all fell apart.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out, lacing her fingers together to keep her hands from shaking. "I… This is weird."

Rae ruffled her short hair, nodding. "I'm sorry about your grandfather, by the way. I know how close you were."

"Thanks. That means a lot." Emily walked to the grocery bags, trying to find a distraction from her thoughts and Rae's hard-to-ignore presence.

"I think he was the first person to figure out I had a thing for you back then," Rae said. She leaned on the counter a few steps away from Emily, following her every move. "He was such a cool guy."

"The best."

"But he did have his flaws. Like, his music taste was pretty bad." Emily glanced at Rae, and they shared a smile. It said so much in so little that Emily's eyes prickled and she blinked away the tears. That only made it worse.

"I need a moment."

Emily dropped the bread loaf on the counter and went to the staircase, where she sat on one of the upper steps, covering her face with her hands, as wave of emotion after wave of emotion crashed into her.

She hadn't spoken about her grandfather with anyone since the funeral. She wasn't even sure if the conversations she had with her family about him counted as anything. Her grandfather had always been her favourite person in the world. He allowed Emily to be eccentric and when she came out to him, he merely hugged her and accepted her, no questions asked. What she wouldn't give for one of his hugs right now.

The staircase creaked as Rae leaned on the rail, keeping some distance between them. She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes turning sad the more she stared at Emily.

"I don't want your pity, Rae," Emily said, dabbing her cheeks with the sleeve of her shirt. "I'm the last person who deserves your kindness."

"Maybe." Rae shrugged. "But I still worry about you. I don't like that about myself, honestly. Not after everything. It would be easier to pretend I couldn't care less about your feelings, your life, your well-being. But I do. I think I'll always do."

Emily nodded, a sad chuckle escaping her as she stared into Rae's eyes. How could she still look at her with so much longing and care after everything she said and did to her? Seventeen-year-old Emily was a coward for turning her back on her and never bothering to apologise. Thirty-year Emily knew better. Henrietta was right. She had made a mistake and she had to fix it.

"I'm truly sorry, Rae. For everything," she said, not breaking eye contact. "I was selfish, and I was jealous of you, and I was really stupid. I shouldn't have said what I said about you because it wasn't true, and I certainly shouldn't have offended your mom the way I did. And I know this happened fourteen years ago, but coming back here, I… I keep asking myself how can I go back and undo everything I ever did to you?"

"You can't," Rae said, her voice calm. She moved her hands to the pockets of her jeans, but her tensed shoulders gave her away. "And I don't want to go back, Ems. You said some pretty nasty shit, yes, but you were right too. I didn't know who I was outside of you. When we broke up, I was a fucked up mess, but it made me realise I had built my entire life around you. And I don't want to go back to that version of myself. I like being me now. Ems," she climbed the rest of the stairs and crouched in front of Emily, grabbing her hands with her warm and calloused ones, "There's nothing to undo. But you know what there is? An entire life to live."

Emily nodded, dabbing her cheeks again. "Can we fix this?" she asked. "I mean, this. I mean us. Can we?"

Rae cupped Emily's face, her thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "I don't want to fix anything. Why don't we try to build something new instead? Let's treat this dinner as that, alright? And then, we'll go from there. We might realise we don't work anymore."

Emily looked into Rae's eyes, taking in her proximity, the tenderness of her touch, the small smile she offered her. She nodded once as she grabbed Rae's hands in hers again, intertwining their fingers.

Emily liked the idea of building something new, but she wasn't so sure about them not working anymore. Because if this small moment told her anything was that whatever they once shared had sizzled and changed, but it wasn't gone.

If anything, it was probably here to stay.

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Hi lovelies 🌟 ,

today I’m happy to celebrate an important milestone for Lily @yeosatinyngz with her event “Lights! Camera ! Action! ” which brings our best boys to glamour.

✨ Well done Lily, congratulations on 1K !✨

To celebrate you, I put my sweetheart Daiki to the test with the fashion world, because he admittedly dresses in the dark.

👨‍🎤 (sorry, not sorry D).

📍If you are curious of the final look of Aomine, here’s the reference .

(*major sigh*). I’m the same old, and the story, sfw, is a bit long (3.1K), but it’s divided into two parts so it’s easier to read.

Hope you enjoy it!

Love always,

Vesper.

💣 PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

🌀 3.1K

✴️A big thanks to Lily for her support and her patience, she gave me the best feedbacks and is one of the kindest person on earth!

⚠ the story was extensively revised because it contained grammatical errors and the point of view was confused. I am sorry for only being able to do this now. Thank you for your patience ⚠

“Here’s my self-birthday present ” your boss tells , sitting down next to you, as from your computer you open an email with the directions for the next photo shoot, which you are in charge of styling.

“Pretty hot, huh?” he comments, as you quickly scroll from the picture through the details sheet.

“He’s tall, if he has weird proportions it would be a huge problem, all the men’s suits this year have cropped lengths and … Wait…” you reply, scrolling through the requests up to that number “I have to contact the magazine again, there must be a typo, who wears a size 11.5 shoe?” you ask as you press the reply button under his amused gaze.

"What?” you ask, leaning back and looking at the man’s face on which a wry expression breaks out.

“Someone who plays basketball, how do you never know anything about anything?” he mocks you, taking his phone in his hands to show you the young man’s face once again, this time in a news video where he was being handed an award for best - whatever - .

“So, do you like my own birthday present ?” he urges you with a smile.

“ I do ” you admit “At least seems in ratio” you conclude with a sigh of relief.

A few blocks away, the day of the young Japanese basketball talent had also started uphill. He saw the pink haired girl sigh, standard premonitory sign of an incoming scolding.

“I don’t have to , right?” he blurted, taking the last forkful of the choco omelette he ordered for breakfast, now that he was in town for a series of interviews after the crazy week of the draft.

“Dai-chan…” she got serious, taking a sip of coffee, just to keep from screaming in the middle of the luxurious hotel’s breakfast room.

“Satsuki” he replied with a polite nod, before finding a paper under his nose with his signature on the bottom, the same paper he hadn’t read, and which imposed a series of side engagements on him, including the interview with that posh magazine.

“ What the -” he huffed, pushing the document away, returning the smile to his manager who, not satisfied with that victory, had submitted another list to him.

“ More?” he grumbled, scrolling through a list of ‘recommendations�� that sounded more like a prank.

"What does 'seamless underwear’ mean ?“ he asked his childhood friend, who in response shrugged, pretending not to know.

"When would this be?” he shot back, resting his face on his hand.

“Tomorrow morning, we have to be at the photo studio at 10. I managed to get the interview just before the photos, so hopefully it will be a quick one ” she informed him, checking the schedule from her tablet “ Just… Please, try to be nice, you know how much the team sponsor values it!” she sighs, probably grateful to be able to finish her breakfast in peace.

At the conference room of the luxurious apartment building where the photo studio is located, a young man’s eyes look at you with a mixture of boredom and distress. Adrian, the photographer, is a nice guy, but he really can’t take any more of your leader’s mood boards and his tropical-sexual fantasy, with which he has been butchering everyone’s ears since the beginning of the week. The idea is dull as well as corny, but no one as usual dares to open their mouths because ’ the boss cannot be questioned’ . Too bad, you can’t take it any more, because a misstep from him would mean compromising your career as well, and that mustn’t happen, not at least until you actually have a career. As you write down the codes of dresses worthy of the Rio de Janeiro carnival, you can’t help but think that it will be a bloody mess. Your client will go from being a sports icon to a laughing stock, assuming that once he sees the garments, he doesn’t decide to drop everything and leave you to deal with all the madness.

“With the red one from the spring/summer collection we’re done! ” the boss smiles at you, drumming his fingers on the long conference room table, increasing the pace until he has your full attention again.

“Spit it out” he tells, inviting you to take a seat next to him.

“ I don’t like it at all ” you sum up simply, not moving your eyes from his, now staring at you with interest. "He’s already flashy: tall, huge and full of muscles. If we dress him up like a crazed rainbow, he will look even more trashy” you explain, shaking your head.

“You don’t like the vibe, you don’t like the model…Do you have a proposal, besides all these complaints?” the chief, who strangely seems to be amused, asks you seriously.

“Y-yes..Here” you tell him, opening a shared folder on his cloud account.

“I see. Your bright idea is to dress him as an accountant ” the man sneers at you, lazily flipping the preview of your selection with a finger.

“No, Phil. My way is to contrast his powerful silhouette with minimalism. I will dress him up as the most detached, filthy and unavailable man of power. That will turn him into a sex God, instead of a parade clown!” you reply piquantly, eliciting his hilarity.

He laughs out loud, probably at you and your impending dismissal, he laughs to the point of tears as he puts his hand on yours, and makes you jump in your chair.

“Good girl, you’ve finally learned my favourite worlds: filth,sex and power! ” he tells you with a hint of pride, flipping back your lookbook , flagging three tailored suits different only by colour.

“All right girl, you got me. Go ahead and deliver me your fucking sex God!” he smiles.

It’s nine o'clock in the morning, the morning after that briefing. You’ve been up since the night before, and all you’ve thought about since then, is what could go wrong.

“Can I help you?" someone offers, breaking your overflow.

Of that voice you can only say two things: that it is definitely a woman’s and that she is probably a foreigner, judging by her strange accent. It matters little if you cannot see her, because you have decided to bring the three outfits for your model yourself.

"Could you hold the lift door open for me, please?” you ask, getting an affirmative answer and a remark about the bulkiness of your load.

“I hope they won’t wrinkle, only I can be stupid enough not to take a coat hanger!” you grumble, oblivious to the girl’s presence, until she appreciates the brand of one of them, and you start talking about your next job.

“I know he’s a basketball player and everyone’s crazy about him, but he’ll be the typical freak with a bad ass temper ” you huff, as the lift stops just below your floor and you hear Adrian’s voice. You thank your lucky stars, and immediately ask him to help you with your load, and when your eyes intercept your lift companion, you smile at her in fascination. A beautiful girl, with long hair gathered in a braid that goes around her head and and a so sweet expression on her face, that looks like a fairy. She’s petite, but well shaped, tiny but with delicious curves.

She must definitely be some kind of model.

“Satsuki Momoi. I’m Daiki Aomine’s manager” she introduces herself simply, shaking your hand with a friendly smile on her cute face.

You reciprocate the introduction and give thanks that you have arrived at your destination, so that you have an excuse to disappear behind Adrian, and forget the bad impression you just made.

Or maybe you’ll have to apologise.

She follows you, standing behind you in silence, eyes wide.

“They’re amazing suits, but he’ll hate all three of them” she tells you, as soon as you’ve finished arranging the outfits on the rack. “You are absolutely right about one thing: he lacks patience. Just don’t take his word for it, Dai-chan loves to bitch, it’s his way of getting attention. Don’t mind him too much, don’t fight him, or he’ll bite back. Follow my advice and you’ll see, it’ll be easier than you think. I think he’ll gladly let you do whatever you want, seeing how pretty you are. “ she smiles sincerely smugly, perhaps not realising that she actually insulted you.

You’re about to point out to her, but she grabs her mobile phone and starts ranting in a language impossible to understand. The breaking news, translated shortly afterwards, reports that the man of the hour is late, because he overslept.

Great, you are already sick of him.

"Philip Schneider. Call me Captain, like everyone else!" the well-groomed man who owned the large premises in the heart of the city had told him. Aomine had followed him through the same looking rooms and the procession had been enriched by a journalist, a photographer and a make-up artist. Now he just had to find out where Satsuki had gone before he had a panic attack.

What he didn't know was that you were there, together with his manager.

"Finally, Dai-chan!" Satsuki called back to him with her typical don't-mess-around look. He had witnessed another show by the captain, who had introduced him to his team and make him seat in front of a mirror full of lights, around which everyone had gathered, except for you, who stayed behind to receive instructions from Momoi.

Who knows what you had to say to each other, it was so secret.

"Last but not least, my assistant, she will be the lucky one to dress and undress you today!" the captain announces, as the champion tries unsuccessfully to get it into his head that he has known how to dress himself since he was about three years old.

"Don't take this as a lack of confidence in your abilities. It is a measure to prevent make-up and hair products from staining your clothes " a new voice informs him, a voice he identifies with your face after a moment. You smell so good, you look so clean, austere and yet mischievous in your black dress that covers your knees and arms and barely caresses your figure. Your bright eyes, your lips a little fuller in the middle and your features so deliciously irregular make him discover something new about you at every glance.

If Daiki had known that he would be in the hands of such a beautiful girl all day long, he might even have bothered to set the alarm.

"The fact is that...I'm ticklish" he grinned at you under Satsuki's embarrassed look.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle " you reassure him, then ask the captain for permission to leave to prepare the dressing room.

By the time he arrives, he has been interviewed, moisturised and his hair trimmed a few centimetres after being washed in an elaborate ritual. He could certainly get used to this life. The ace sees you close the door behind him, and finds himself alone in a white room that looks like a giant dressing room, with a table in the middle and a wall set up as a wardrobe.

"Welcome, Mr Aomine! " you smile, as if you were the maid from one of his teenage fantasies.

"Call me Daiki, Mr Aomine is my father" he replies, trying to figure out if Satsuki was part of the game or not.

"Your manager told me you'd rather do it yourself, but I can..." you quickly stop as he shakes his head.

“Being dressed by a girl is embarrassing enough. My self-esteem would be shattered if you and my best friend teamed up against me, and believe me, anything is possible with Satsuki!" he observes, making you smile. "When I first met her in the lift, I thought she was a model. Such a lovely woman! " you comment, and this time he's the one laughing.

"She is, but she's also stubborn and annoying and... Do I have to wear this stuff?" he huffs, pointing to the three garments hanging behind you, swaying in the empty room.

"That's the idea. What do they look like?" you probe the ground, perhaps already knowing the answer he'd give, judging by the way your worried eyes are fixed on him. He noticed it for a while now, that way of yours. You watch him discreetly and sparingly, for brief moments at a time.

"These are... strange" he states, lifting an arm and touching the soft fabric of the latter.

"OK, strange is fine with me" you nod, handing the boy a dark robe and a paper bag containing long blue socks and a pair of black boxer shorts with the famous 'Seamless' label.

"Satsuki informed me that you would never remember, so while I was waiting for you, I thought I'd catch up on the basics. Now, be a good boy for me and take it all off " you smile, unaware of the immediate stir that innocent encouragement causes to him.

As you wait for your model, you wonder what your boss is up to.

"Sage blue, single-breasted is the first choice! I have to consider the shirt between these two and..." you tell the boss, or rather the captain as he has proclaimed himself today, probably to be more in line with your model sporting career. He doesn't listen to you anyway, because his birthday present has just come out of the dressing room.

"Handsome, you can do the cover in your robe!" exclaims a beaming Phil as you turn your back to retrieve the accessories. Chelsea boots, cufflinks because you like them, midnight blue opaque tie and maybe a watch, but probably not. You arrange everything on the table so that your boss can oversee your choices, and as you look up at him, you understand why the man is so enthusiastic.

Maybe it's his naturally masculine posture, maybe it's the broad shoulders or that look he gives you as he playfully asks for your help in getting rid of Phil. You know it's going to be a long day by the effort you make to look away from him.

"Is the captain always like that? He could beat Satsuki " he points out, probably exhausted from the latest round of inappropriate comments.

"He's an enthusiast by nature!" you try to play it down with a smile as you hand him the suit trousers in exchange for the dressing robe. A bad exchange for your nerves and for your famous coolness, even though he has the elegance of a baby hippo. None of his chaotic movements distract you from his collarbones, his defined pecs and his back, so firm and luscious it deserves a chapter in art books.

"Done. What's next? " he asks you, bare-chested, hands on his hips, his trousers zipped just below his flat navel, as if there were any need to draw further attention to his abs and V.

"Are you comfortable enough?" you ask him, though you can't see any major faults in fit or length.

"The trousers are fine, it's the briefs that are a bit... restrictive " he laughs, as soon as he sees you widen your eyes and blush, as you've clearly downsized him.

"Excuse me... I..." you barely apologise as you climb up a step to place the shirt on his shoulders, which he puts on and fastens by himself, following your instructions to tuck it properly into his trousers.

"No need to apologise, it's not a rating, is it?" he mocks playfully, just to rub it in, and gets an ironic look and a shrug in return " I really should thank you. This is an experience that will make me a better man. Pain will bring out my inner strength " he continues to tease you throughout the dressing process, even as he hands you a wrist to slip the cufflinks on and closes them with a devilish grin.

"Behave, champ, or I'll strangle you with this tie! " you threaten, but your weapon is soon stolen from your hands, only to be tied with uncanny skill by the boy, who confesses that he learned to tie the knot while wearing a high school uniform.

"Was it supposed to be crooked then too, or is it a special one that only you know?" you tease him, gesturing for him to lean towards you, and he doesn't hesitate, bringing his face so close to yours that you're afraid your hands are going to tremble now that you've loosened the large side slightly, sliding the cloth under his collar, tightening it again and pressing the two sides flat over his stomach, feeling him swallow. You raise your eyes and stay that way for a moment, still watching each other closely, until a sound outside the door brings you back to reality.

"Five minutes to fix his jacket and I'll send him to you! " you promise Adrian, who lingers at the door for a moment, just to watch you work.

" Head up and back straight for me, please! " you instruct, taking a few steps back to admire your work of art. You hand him his shoes and the jacket that fits him like a glove, say hello to the photographer who is on his way back to the set, and return to him with a small smile. You button the jacket and adjust the cuffs of his shirt, inviting him to look at himself in the mirror.

Too bad, right now Daiki couldn't care less about his appearance.

"Ta-Daaan! Done! Do you like it?" you sing, waiting for a reaction.

" You are the expert here, so tell me! " the boy acknowledges, distracted by the attention you are giving him, even though he knows you are probably just checking an insignificant detail of the suit.

" I do, you are just so utterly perfect!" you reply cheerfully. "Phil told me that you can keep what you want, so please do me a favour and take this outfit home with you! " you conclude, shifting your focus from the mirror to his eyes, so excited that it is almost impossible for the boy not to think of you in your bedroom, shedding all those unnecessary layers.

"Where am I going to go dressed like this?" he asks, amusing you.

"Everywhere, actually " you say, removing an invisible thread from the jacket "A press conference, signing a contract, dinner with the girl you want to impress. I'm not saying you need a dress to impress, but... As girl, I assure you it's going to be harder to turn you down dressed like this! " you finish, moving away to retrieve a strange sticky brush with which you will deliver the 'coup de grâce'.

"Are you sure it works like that?" he scoffs, taking advantage of your distraction, grinning as you verbally confirm your condition.

" All right then... Let's say I want to spend some time with you. A dinner in a fancy place tonight, for example. Since I have the dress, you couldn't refuse, could you?" he asks, and you stall, moving slowly to his side, sliding a hand down his back, finishing your work in silence.

"Are you trying to embarrass me, Daiki?" you point out quietly, leaving the brush on the table and crossing your hands over your stomach.

" It's not me, it's the suit! " he smirks, looking at you steadily, his arms crossed over his chest.

"The dress is my choice, smartass!" you tease him, just to remind him who's in charge.

But he really is in ratio, even flirting.

" Then finish the work and pick me too! " he smiles, and when his hand reaches your cheek, you know.

You know you cannot refuse.

#LCA! Collab #congrats lily #lily1k #knb collab #knb #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #aomine daiki #the basketball which kuroko plays #aomine x reader #aomine x you

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tackyink · 2 years ago

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Ehe (you can delete my previous ask, because I'm back ♡)

Can I say how much I love the change of povs?? Beginning the chapter with the chaos trio pov was a power move, because nostalgia hit like a train ngl you always have a way to write their interactions with one another so well, it makes my heart full (comfort characters go brr).

These parts?? Chef kiss (uh, spoilers?)

I just love them okay? The fact that Kurama is the one to negotiate because of his pretty face will always be hilarious for me. And the fact that both Yusuke and Kuwabara are a little bit 🤏 scared of Kurama makes everything funnier.

With the whole conversation and shenanigans in the forest, my first thought was that my girl wouldn't be able to do this sober. And I was right! I would also want fried chicken and croquettes. She has a superior taste.

Also, I find her, like Makoto, quite funny. This line:

Wakaba is torn between underpaid-workers (non-paid-workers?) solidarity and not wanting to deal with this bullshit any more than what she had. I respect that. I want to get tattooed the 'these guys were more than just a little pathetic' line /j. (Whoops, just realized there's a typo, after reading this thrice. I am not beta-reader material and it shows) Anyways!

Now, with that left behind, I was a bit surprised about Wakaba's powers, or at least the spiritual awareness (well, not quite, as after the first chapter, it would have been weird she didn't have spiritual awareness), but a welcomed surprise! Even more with the actual nature of her powers (see what I did there? No? I'm sorry I will stop). It was cool, like, really cool. And I am also happy that she did indeed had some ties to the forest!

Also, a silly little question, on my line of silly little questions: does the poem at the beginning have a japanese counterpart? I mean, it's a silly question alright, because japanese poetry is like,, waiting for death to come. But I thought I would ask. It's ok if it is not, I'm just a geek about these sort of things ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)

Looking forward to see how these pathetic men (affectionate) deal with everything now ahaha. Thank you for the chapter <33333 I enjoyed it lots!

Hehe, I'm not deleting it, I'm keeping it for posterity.

I didn't plan it this way, but I think beginning with a more somber Kuwabara was a good contrast with the chaos that was about to ensue for the rest of the chapter. Despite how funny the situation is looking at it from the outside, everybody is so done.

Throwing Kurama to the lions and him suddenly getting a nat 1 in a diplomacy check while the other two are giggling around the corner is probably my favorite part of the chapter. Yusuke made a tactical error anyway, because while people do find Kurama more attractive, out of context Kurama is a highly unnerving person and everybody who's spent two minutes with Kuwabara thinks he's a sweetheart.

Slave labor. It's slave labor and she already doesn't like Koenma. asdfghjk I had to reread three times to catch it, fixed it!

I can't comment on Wakaba's powers without spoiling future stuff, but for all intents and purposes right now she's a regular human having a crisis of, uh... not faith. Atheism? Something like that. Girl's cursed by the supernatural-adjacent.

It's a good question! I've been turning the poem over in my mind since before I began writing the fic proper, but I'm not confident enough in my Japanese to write a haiku and not murder it, and I can't translate it back to Japanese without losing critical info in the process because I wouldn't be able to keep the 5-7-5 syllable format. Take for instance the first verse, "flame lights the last path" (5) becomes 火は最後の道を照らす ("hi wa saigo no michi wo terasu") (12). I'm sure someone with a good handle on the language could come up with something, but that's not me. (ˉ▽ˉ；) I can tell you, however, that the "young leaves" mentioned in the poem are written 若葉 and pronounced "wakaba".

The end of this chapter truly was Sad wet cat of a man (x3). Thanks as always for your lovely comments, they make me so happy! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

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liu-anhuaming · 2 years ago

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Two things:

How do you insulate your windows? (What do you use)

How are you cleaning up your spreadsheets? (Having a hard time figuring this one out)

wow this has been sitting in my inbox for at least a month 💀 sorry about that, let me make it up to you by answering your question in way more detail than you probably wanted

i insulate my windows using these special plastic sheets that you tape to the window frame. this is what i've bought the past couple years. you basically put the double sided tape on the window frame, attach the plastic, then use a hair dryer to get the plastic to shrink (i skip this step because it never really works for me, but i'm probably just doing it wrong lol). doing this adds another layer of insulation to your windows, and means cold air stays out while your lovely heated air stays in

as for the spreadsheets: i work in printing and mailing, so whenever my company wants to send out a large mailing, the first step is making sure all of the addresses are correct. this means running a spreadsheet containing all of the addresses through a program that pulls data from the usps that then tells us if the address is one that the post office can actually deliver to. the way it tells us this is by giving addresses a dpv indicator. if the address comes out with a dpv of y, then we don't have to do any more work with it; it's already fine.

the real work comes in when the dpv is d, s, or n. the link i placed above explains what these are, but for context a "secondary" means an apartment/unit number. when it comes to "failed" addresses (aka addresses that don't get marked y), we mostly get d's or s's. so when the dpv is d, we have to basically cyberstalk a person to see if we can try and find their apartment number (the ethics of this are.....not the greatest imo). other times, this means that the address with an apartment number hasn't been verified by the usps, but the address without the apartment is verified, so you might just have to delete the apartment number.

when an address comes back marked as s, that typically means there's an apartment number provided but there's still something wrong. maybe the apartment number is formatted incorrectly (e.g., just this friday i came across an address that was put in our database with as "Apt 105E", but when i looked into that building's apartment numbering system, i learned there is no such apartment, but there is an apartment 10SE, so i was able to deduce that someone probably misread an "S" and a "5")

the thing with addresses marked d or s is that, even if you can't find a corrected address, if you send it out anyway there's still a non-zero chance the usps will be able to deliver it.

when an address is marked n it's usually because there's just some ridiculous fucking typo or the zip code's +4 has been deleted and the usps doesn't have a +4 listed for these addresses which means we have to go hunt it down (which btw, if you need to find your zip's +4 the usps has a neat tool to help you find it! just a note tho: if you use it be sure to include your apartment number). these ones can also be for weird typos or conversions that happen when the spreadsheet is run through the system though.

one common error is a slash getting turned into an underscore. so there are addresses that include 1/2 but become 1_2, which the usps does not recognize as a real address, so i just have to change it back to 1/2. there's also this weird error in our database with florida addresses where they get entered as "123 street name Fl, city name, FL, zip code, USA" so i have to delete that extra "Fl" that's added after the street address. it's really annoying and i hate whoever entered all of these florida addresses into our database

there's also been countless instances where someone copy and pasted an address from our database but weren't double-checking their work and didn't copy the whole address. so they copied "23 street name", which comes back as failed, so i go to check out this person in our database just to find out their address is "123 street name" and some bozo didn't copy the first number of the address

my personal favorite dpv of n i've encountered (read: the most infuriating) is the time someone just put the street address as "Main Street". no building number whatsoever. that one really made me wanna fight someone

so once we've gone through all of the failed addresses, we can start printing the materials for the mailing and sending things out. sometimes we've got a handful of failed addresses to sort through, sometimes we've got a couple hundred. the volume usually depends on how large the mailing is

but yeah, that's the basics of what i mean when i say i'm cleaning up a spreadsheet

#a special note to the people entering these addresses into the database: go fuck yourself #the number of times i have looked into an address just to find it's been marked 'undeliverable' but with no fucking reason provided #there is a special dropdown menu that you are supposed to use to provide a reason why an address is no longer valid #and if the reason is not in the dropdown then there is an entire extra blank field where you can type the reason in #also please learn how to double check your fucking work you're making my job more complicated than it needs to be

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valeriefauxnom · 8 months ago

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Hello! This is the anon who'd sent you a post about how you formatted your dialogue incorrectly. Only saw your reply now.

Sorry if I came off as overbearing or fussy. I'd read some of your author's notes about pointing out typos/grammatical errors, and thought mistakes with dialogue punctuation fell under that category. I do think dialogue punctuation is important and not just some niche rule, though, but maybe that's just me.

My bad! You clearly know what you're doing, I shouldn't have assumed things. Good luck with the rest of the fic!

(You don't have to reply to this ask)

Hey, it's no problem, and I don't mind at all! In turn, I hope I wasn't sounding petulant or the like. That one was just unfortunately a case of what I felt was disproportionate effort for the benefit though! I do continually edit little bits here and there, like just yesterday I fixed a random incomplete sentence that I dunno if it didn't copy+paste over right or what. But my more involved editing is more content-based, like how I went back to some of the earlier chapters and added/subtracted/changed a few things here and there in an attempt to make the story overall work better, since Scaling truly is just a wild ride of a passion project spiraled far beyond what I'd anticipated. Having to closely scan that many words to just change a uppercase to lowercase or vice-versa occasionally was just too daunting a task.

I'm a bit of a weird case in that I am indeed fussy and picky about the basics in writing, like knowing your 'its vs it's' and all that, as well as the general rules for writing things, but when it comes to more nitty-gritty stuff, I'm not as invested in looking for them or correcting, since I do rarely find value in breaking other rules + am probably breaking umpteen kajillion advanced grammar rules unknowingly to begin with.

While I don't think formatting dialogue as a general category is niche, the specifics of whether or not to capitalize, etc, after, as you described seemed to be, solely based on the rarity of which any of that was mentioned in my own frantic searching to see if my whole education was a lie. Granted, it might be a case of people who need to look up basic writing concepts needing the absolute basics taught to them, like 'wow! punctuation goes on the inside of the quotation marks!' or 'wow! each speaker needs their new paragraph!', but in a way that just reinforces the idea that the rules of split dialogue are more niche within the broad category.

Again, not trying to say what you're saying was incorrect, but just that that particular advice might be a bit more niche than you'd assumed! If I'd had that pointed out earlier, there would have been a good chance that I might have actually corrected that one, but it again really was just a case of '200k words later' compared to the point where I'd fix that.

That being said, thank you again for the advice and for reading Scaling! (Hopefully you don't dislike me replying, as I take the ' don't have to reply' as a reassurance, not a request!)

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ani-coolgirl · 1 year ago

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Sorry if this is a weird ask, but would you want to know if someone found a typo in one of your stories (like, by DM), or do you operate under "ignorance is bliss" rules?

Pleeeease DM me typos if you find them! None of my works are beta'd, so any editing usually comes in the re-reading my own stuff days or even weeks after I've already posted it. I actually feel kinda guilty because the best version of my fics come way after people like and kudos them, lol. Just politely pointing out the error in a message would be appreciated. But any other kind of feedback... I prefer to keep my head in the sand, thanks. 😉

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hydrus · 1 year ago

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I had a great week. There's a bunch of small fixes and improvements, and the addition of 'system:has transparency' search.

full changelog

has transparency

So, the database can now remember if a file has transparency. This might mean a file with fully transparent pixels, or it might just be an area that is semi-transparent. You can now search it under the new 'system:file properties' entry, selecting 'system:has/no transparency' (or you can just type it).

Like 'has exif' and others before it, 'has transparency' will be correct for all new files instantly, but figuring it out for your existing files will take a bit of background maintenance work. It will take some time for the full results to populate. You can review how much it has still to do under database->file maintenance->manage scheduled jobs.

Note that this is not a 'this file is RGBA' test. There are a bunch of files out there with an alpha channel that is all 100% opaque, so my 'has transparency' check actually looks for impactful transparency information in the image. I'm also keeping it simple to start with, so we are scanning all images except jpegs and animated gifs. No Krita or PSD or anything yet--I'm not sure if our various rendering hacks are even able to pass along accurate alpha info.

As always, I'm interested in seeing any unusual files that fail the test. However, while doing this work, I encountered several files that looked normal but still got the 'has transparency' label. When I inspected them closer, I discovered they had a single 98% opaque pixel, or a border with a slight fade, or just one invisible corner pixel. Maybe some of these pixels are secret artist markers, or perhaps they are tool errors or drawing tablet smudges. They probably aren't really what we are interested in finding with a 'system:has transparency', so be on the watch for them and let me know how bad the problem is in an IRL client. Maybe I can fine-tune this system to say 'image is at least 0.3% transparent'.

other highlights

I fixed a stupid logical typo in the folder move/copy tech changes from last week. If you couldn't run an internal backup or migrate your hydrus folders around, sorry for the trouble! Should all work correct again.

I fixed the 'open externally' thumbnails position if your thumbnail supersampling is >100%, and made it so files without thumbs (e.g. zip, epub) will show their filetype thumb or the hydrus icon.

'system:number of character tags > 4' now parses if you type it in (previously, this didn't support the namespace filter). 'unnamespaced' should work too.

'system:has audio' and the 'system:embedded metadata' stuff, which never had good homes, are now all merged under that new 'system:file properties' entry. If you can't find something weird, check there!

next week

Everyone around me is sick, and I can feel myself going, so it may be up in the air! In any case, I think I'd like to take a simple code cleanup week. Nothing too clever or amazing, but should be some small fixes and QoL.

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jeanmoreaux · 4 years ago

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hiii do you know if you need to have read all grishaverse books before watching the series? (as in, do you think it's gonna include stuff from all of them?) bc i'm a little behind lol i've read soc and the first two of tgt so far. i'll probably finish ruin & rising before the show but not crooked kingdom or the nikolai book(s?)... idk what do you think? thank youu <3

heyy🤍 so, from what i could gather from the cast list & the trailers, i think the show’s first season will mostly include material from the first tgt book and maaaaybe draw some stuff from the beginning of book two, but i don’t think they’ll get so far as to include material from ruin and rising. so if you finish book three before the show starts that’s great, but i don’t think you necessarily need to do it.

i don’t know how they’ll do things with soc, but since wylan is not around and nina and matthias are presumably in fjerda (i am basing this assumption on the stills i saw, so someone pls correct me if i am wrong) the show won’t even included much of soc. this makes me believe that actual story in soc won’t happen until probably season two. so the dregs will most likely be included in stories that are only alluded to in soc (like first meetings or stuff that happened before the plot of soc begins)—but that’s just speculation on my part. i think you’re okay and don’t need to worry about reading ck (at least not before the show starts. you should read it eventually though, it’s a great book!)

as for the nikolai duology, i am certain that it’s not gonna be part of the show at this point. i don’t even think it’s gonna be part of season two. like wylan, nikolai is absent in season one. that and the in-universe timeline of events make the inclusion of the duology more than unlikely (at least for now). ((unrelated note: i think the second book rule of wolves was released a couple of days ago!! i need to read it soon.))

ofc these are just my speculations, thoughts and assumptions, and i probably got some details wrong, but i don’t think i am completely off. so i think you’re going to be okay even if you don’t finish any of the books you still “need” to read. i hope this helps!

#thank you so much for this ask!#<3 #getting asks is always so exciting :)#sorry for any typos or weird errors #my brain is mush today and i am really tired #wish you a lovely day <333 #anon #answer #Anonymous

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lizard-shifter-noms · 8 months ago

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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I wasn’t sure how long I stayed unconscious for but I woke up to something repeatedly tapping at my face as well as some noise I could not Identify for the life of me.

I really wanted to go back to the warm comforting darkness but I knew that I should get up even if I would rather continue to keep my eyes closed.

I wasn’t sure where exactly i was but i knew that everything Fucking hurt a lot and wanted it to stop.

The noise came back, this time louder and clearer than before and I could finally make out that it was someone talking.

“Donovan please wake up! Please!”

The voice was very familiar and I was confused.

Why would I know someone well enough to know their voice?

I was a street rat, an unwanted bastard, So why was the voice I heard so full of concern?

I was pulled a bit more into consciousness when I felt an excruciating pain in my abdomen from Something applying pressure on me.

Or in me? At the moment I hurt too much to care but I opened my eyes a crack anyway, curiosity overriding pain for just a second.

The things I saw were dimly lit greenish gray walls and someone standing in front of me.

Something was off though, the person stood close enough to appear slightly blurry but seemed to still be really small?

“Donovan! Are you okay? Please be okay!”

The Redhaired form rushed at me and clung to my neck in a weird sort of hug.

“Robin?”

I croaked recognizing that mop of ginger waves everywhere.

He went back to where I could see his face and I noticed that his eyes were slightly puffy.

Had he been crying?

Before I could continue that train of thought a new wave of pain went out from my guts causing me to hiss out from the awful sensation.

“Don’t move! That’s just making it worse!”

Another voice called from somewhere I couldn’t see and I complied, recognizing Arthur’s voice.

At this point I wished that this awful pain would finally stop.

Oh. wait. FUCK!

Rikaad was still in my pouch, the very same pouch that had been horribly assaulted with a blade and suffered at least two stab wounds.

No wonder I was hurting so bad! Lying sideways on the glowy moss hadn’t made things better of course.

But at least the glowy moss was better than collapsing in the snow.

Wait a second, I wasn’t actively stopping Rikaad from stabbing me again by squishing my pouch!

But he still wasn’t doing anything it felt like, just a limp form lying as far away as possible from the wounds he had caused.

Even though all the pain I could tell he wasn’t moving and that worried me greatly.

Rikaad was a stubborn man, he wouldn’t just- He wouldn’t just lie there and do nothing.

For a second my mind conjured the horrifying image of him having drowned in my blood that was no doubt still trickling from the wounds he made.

Despite knowing how much pain it would cause me I tentatively flexed a few muscles just to make sure he was still alive.

I somehow ended up flexing my ribs outward a bit instead and he jerked, trying to brace himself from the sudden movement.

“What the fuck are you doing i said don’t move!”

Arthur snapped from wherever he was.

I glanced around trying to find where he was and saw him sitting between my hands and middle, some bandages in hand and trying to wash out the bite wound Rikaad had made.

Where the hell did he even get bandages? I didn’t know but they looked suspiciously like strips from my handkerchief.

I chose not to care about it, the thing had been old anyway and at least like this it was useful one last time.

This time I did what Arthur said and instead turned my attention to Robin again who was hugging my ear like his life depended on it.

“What-”

“I’m so glad you woke up again”

Looking at him to the best of my ability as he was still hugging my fuzzy ear I could practically feel the worry radiating off of him.

He really must have thought I wouldn’t wake up again after I fell unconscious.

I wish I could move to hug him but I was pretty sure that if I did that the entire pain I had beforehand would flare up again.

And at least whatever Arthur was doing seemed to have helped just the tiniest bit.

My entire torso still hurt like hell though, and I didn’t dare move in case I upset the wounds again.

Rikaad was still lying completely docile and moving as little as he could while confined in an ever shifting environment.

It was really weird and kind of off putting that he was just- just lying there but I was VERY glad he hadn’t decided to cut me open while I had been out of it.

I wondered if I could move my head without straining my torso at all and slowly turned my head towards Robin who looked up at the movement.

He scrambled to get in front of my face again, stumbling once and then was back to standing before me, still looking as worried as ever.

“How are you? Can I do anything to help?”

His usual chipper demeanor had vanished completely, replaced with nothing but worry as he looked at me, eyes still a bit red.

I wasn’t sure what exactly he could do to help as I didn’t really know the extent of my injuries, hell I didn’t even know what had happened since I got to the cave.

Well I probably could just ask, and it would make Robin feel at least a little useful and maybe i could figure out why Rikaad was so weirdly calm.

I didn’t dare speak to the man, I wasn’t keen on another beating as this time I WOULD die.

“Say what the fuck happened? I know I keeled over and then?”

I didn’t dare ask why Rikaad had not cut himself out, the mental image would probably make him sick, and me too if i was honest.

“Well when you fell over you said he was hurting you, so we yelled at him to stop then Arthur shoved me out of the way and started yelling, i think he was cursing?

But uhh he did stop and Arthur explained stuff? I think he did get some things wrong but Rikaad understands now i think”

Well at least that, I still didn’t dare speak to him though.

I didn’t WANT to talk to him, my physical injuries weren’t the only thing hurting right now and honestly? I was a bit sour that he didn’t believe even after I had promised twice in a row that he’d be okay.

Well nothing to do about it now, best to just let it be.

“Say how long was I out for? I still feel awful”

He glanced at the cave entrance, apparently trying to gauge how light it was outside.

“I’m not sure but long enough for the storm to pass”

Not exactly the information I was hoping for but at least without the storm we had one less problem.

Now it was only back to about five other problems, We were still away from Kamerasca and now I was hurt with no way of actually helping me.

Even if by some miracle we found a doctor or medic out here in the middle of fucking nowhere they wouldn’t know what to do with my freaky anatomy.

Besides, I was still a bastard so I wouldn’t receive help anyway, if not outright killed.

Before I could think of anything else to say or ask we were interrupted by Arthur.

“Donovan? Do you think it’s possible to get Rikaad out? I don’t think having him staying there is going to help your wounds, i mean he did say that they mostly stopped bleeding but uhh yeah”

And there was the question i had dreaded, it wasn’t surprising that he wanted out but i knew that if i just attempted to do so would rip my pouch to shreds.

“I want to, i really do, but if i try that i’m going to rupture something”

I winced, I didn’t want him in there anymore than he did but I wasn’t keen on dying either.

And everything still hurt so much!

It was a hot throbbing pain that made me feel like someone switched my heart with my pouch and there was this underlying feeling of nausea all the time telling me to get rid of the uncomfortable lump sitting in my Pouch.

Arthur just nodded and went back to check the bandages once more.

I could tell he was nervous and decided not to point it out or tell him that he didn’t have to check the bandages every ten minutes.

At this point I could almost feel the exact shape of the gashes Rikaad had made and they weren’t exactly benign.

I could tell that it was one longer slash above a single stab where the knife had twisted itself into the flesh during the time I had squished Rikaad.

There was a slight shift inside and I had to bite my tongue to not let out a pained hiss.

Rikaad noticed my discomfort anyway and went back to being extremely still.

If he wasn’t moving he was so still that I could mistake him for a corpse and it was kinda unnerving but at least it kept the pain to a minimum.

Though my ear flicked when he spoke the first words to me since I had fallen unconscious.

“If you can get a needle and thread to me i could sew the wounds shut and reduce the risk of reopening them”

My heart sped up a bit at his proposal, sewing a wound wasn’t an easy task even if you weren’t confined in a fleshy bag that moved while its host was breathing.

Not to mention that he had no light to work with and I would not let anyone attempt to do that when they couldn’t see anything.

He did not move as he spoke, simply waiting for a reply.

“I- you don’t have light, how are you going to sew it when you can’t see what you are doing? Also I’m NOT going to swallow a needle! Thats fucking dangerous!”

“I am not saying that you should swallow a bare needle but you could find a container for it, as for the light there should be a lantern with glass and a candle with my stuff, if im fast enough it wont even get warm”

I hated that he had a logical solution for all of these but in the end he was once again right.

“Fine! Just- just be careful?

Everything still hurts and you are not making that better!”

I might have sounded a bit snappy but I decided after all that happened I was allowed to sound sour.

“Of course and, whether you believe me or not i am truly sorry for what i did”

“Just help fix it.

I don’t want to talk about it right now okay?

ARTHUR! Can you find a needle, some thread and a container for them? Also some lantern that's with Rikaad’s stuff”

Arthur’s head snapped to me before scrambling to get upright and sift through all our stuff for the required items.

“Oh what can I do to help? I want to help too!”

While it was nice of him to offer i wasn’t exactly sure if Robin Could help, I knew he was the most clumsy out of all of us and I didn’t want him accidentally dropping the needle.

Finding it again would be a nightmare.

“You could uhh- you could do something to draw away my attention from having to be sewed up?

Having something distracting me would be appreciated!”

He nodded enthusiastically and then his brain seemed to be buffering on what to do.

His eyes flicked over me before settling once again on my ears.

He went over to the one I wasn’t currently lying on and began to massage it.

Well this was something his tiny hands were good at, Having a positive sensation to distract me from the negative one was a good idea.

Not to mention that it was actually relaxing and successfully calmed me down enough to not flinch when Arthur returned with a tiny metal box in hand that usually contained the fire starters we used and the lantern Rikaad mentioned.

Strangely enough he was also dragging a piece of a thick branch behind him.

At least the lantern was round with little sunk in windows so breaking the glass would be difficult.

“I have the stuff! And something you can bite when Rikaad sews you up”

Ah so that was why he brought that log over, it was a nice gesture and i was sure it would keep me from howling out in pain.

Now for the hard part, actually getting the unpleasant looking metal box and lantern down to Rikaad.

I had never actually attempted to swallow something while lying sideways, why should I have?

So this was gonna pose a problem, how would I even get it down without choking?

Arthur seemed to have had the same thought as he glanced at my arms, One of which I was lying on and the other holding my guts as gently as I could and moving would probably cause more pain.

“Uhh you know what I’m just gonna toss them? No wait, one contains glass, uhhh how should we? Like you can’t move, what should we do?”

Good question, but I had no answer to that either.

Before either of us could think of something Robin had moved from his spot and went up to Arthur.

He took the items out of a confused looking Arthur’s hands and went in front of my face so that I had to cross my eyes to see him.

“I have an idea! Open up!”

He gently nudged at my mouth with his elbow and i was so confused that i simply complied.

I did not expect however that he would just stick his entire torso in my mouth.

I was so surprised that I almost jerked my head back but I didn’t dare move.

I did not want to end up hurting him, at all.

Looking at Arthur for help i could see that he had a shocked expression, He didn’t expect that either huh?

I tried my best to keep my mouth completely still but my tongue seemed to try and act on its own so I had to incredibly restrain myself.

I could feel Robin leaning in even further with his arm above his head one item in each hand.

Was he just gonna shove it down my throat?

The answer to that was yes as he started to do just that.

The sensation of having something small and pointy shoved into my pharynx was rather unpleasant but I bore it and prepared myself to send it to the pouch.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Arthur had grabbed one of Robin’s legs to keep him from going too far in.

I was grateful for that as it reduced the risk of me accidentally swallowing him and inflicting even more pain upon myself.

Though i had to say that swallowing the small things was far from pleasant as they were hard and had pokey bits.

I couldn’t believe that I would actually prefer to swallow an entire person instead of these boxy things.

And I was really glad that Arthur had decided to hold on to Robin as he had been dragged a bit further back when I swallowed and had to be pulled out a bit.

The Stuff Rikaad wanted reached him just as Arthur hauled Robin out of my mouth.

“Warn a guy before you do something like this, please that was not what i expected don’t do that again”

He just nodded and tried to get spit out of his hair using an already saliva soaked sleeve.

He stared at it for a moment and grimaced.

“I’m going to wash at the pond, I’ll be right back!”

He slipped out from Arthur’s grip and made a beeline for the small body of lukewarm water.

Arthur had meanwhile moved closer to my pouch again, asking Rikaad if he had found the items.

I was glad that they did not bump or scrape the wounds on their entry but the peace would last long now as Rikaad would sew them as soon as he had light.

Speaking of light, I hoped he would manage to actually get the candle to light up.

While I wasn’t exactly keen on having a literal fire in my guts it was better than having Rikaad work in total darkness.

From the movement that sent a new pain signal to my head he had found them and was preparing himself to play doctor.

“I have found everything, it wasn’t difficult as half on it landed on top of my head”

I would have laughed at the mental image if I wasn’t sure that it would just bring a new wave of pain.

While we waited for Rikaad to set up his stuff Robin came back with partially dried hair and clothing and resumed his place next to my ear.

He continued with the gentle massage but I couldn’t help and get the image of someone petting a cat in my head.

Well not like anyone else would ever know about this.

“I have threaded the needle, prepare yourself i will begin stitching you back together”

I tried my best not to tense.

I really did, but the needle felt like a wasp sting every time it went in and out of my flesh.

I hissed in pain and bared my teeth in a grimace, I hated this!

It hurt and I couldn’t even move lest I risked making it worse.

Arthur, seeing my plight, dragged the log he previously searched out over to my face.

It was a wonder he could even hold the thing as it was at least as wide as a person and twice as long.

“Here you can bite this, maybe it’ll help?”

He almost dropped the slightly curved wood on his foot and stumbled back a bit but it was close enough that I could take it between my teeth.

Between being able to bite something and Robin still gently petting my ear it got at least bearable to have my insides sewn up.

I did however hope that Rikaad would be done soon, not just because it hurt like hell but also because I could start to taste a faint hint of smoke at the back of my throat.

There was a particularly bad twinge as Rikaad called out again.

“Almost done! I just need to tie the thread”

And I bit down on the wood stronger than I had before with a pained sound.

It cracked and suddenly I had a mouth full of splintered wood and sawdust while larger pieces just fell to the floor.

I didn’t think I would be able to bite through solid wood and stared at the pieces of it for a horrified second, not comprehending what just happened.

“What the fuck?”

Arthur pressed out in a higher pitch than normal, staring at it with wide eyes.

Robin hadn’t seen exactly what had happened as he was basically next to my neck underneath my ear but he had stopped petting it and curiously looked over to the mess.

“Oh you are going to have to pick out all the smaller pieces later”

He ducked back to his spot now weirdly calm and quiet.

Aw Fuck, scaring them was the last thing i wanted to do but of course i somehow still managed to do it anyway.

At least Rikaad was done sewing my insides up as the stinging sensation was gone now and the taste of smoke slowly disappeared from my mouth.

As much as having him play doctor was awful, I had to admit that it actually was a bit better now, probably because the wound covered less of the skin there and didn’t run a risk of opening itself with every motion.

For the first time in hours my body was able to relax a bit again and I just lay there with my head on the moss feeling just a tiny bit better.

Arthur quietly leaned on my shoulder next to Robin and slid down to the floor looking rather tired.

Right, I didn’t even know what time it was, or how long it took to sew me up.

Before I could ask though, I heard Rikaad again.

“You should sleep, the rest will aid you in your recovery”

I could feel he was lying on his back, he probably had the stuff he had used put on his chest to not lose it.

He better not lose it, I didn’t want random items to be left behind.

He was right though, sleeping would help even if it probably would take a while to actually fall asleep with how everything was still aching.

At least the other two wouldn’t have much of a problem with that judging by how Robin was slumped over and cuddling up to my neck.

Arthur wasn’t faring much better either, he was slouched next to my shoulder and looking only minutes away from sleep.

Everyone’s adrenaline must have worn out and left them feeling tired, me included.

So best to heed Rikaad’s advice and simply rest till the next morning.

Waking up my brain took a few seconds to start working again, but the feeling of something in my aching pouch made the memories rush back to me and I prepared for a sudden onslaught of pain from the wounds.

As nothing happened beyond the constant ache i recalled that Rikaad had sewn it up yesterday, and subsequently was still in there.

Glancing down I could see Arthur slumped against my shoulder in a rather uncomfortable looking position.

Robin was also still cuddled up to my neck, I couldn’t see him but I could definitely feel his little body there.

I wasn’t sure if I was the only one awake as Rikaad wasn’t moving, but I knew from taking shifts watching that he could lay there like a corpse and still be wide awake.

I deemed it best not to do anything as I didn’t want to wake the two curled up outside of me.

They looked like they needed the rest, at least Arthur definitely did, and Robin had never been a morning person so i let them sleep until they woke up themselves.

Though, Arthur looked a bit miserable with how he was slumped over, And with how he held his head that couldn’t be good for his neck.

So I decided to carefully move for the first time since I collapsed on this spot.

Slowly raising the arm I wasn’t lying on closer to my head and making sure the movement didn’t disturb the freshly sown wounds in my gut.

When there was nothing besides a weird pins and needles sensation from not moving my arm I gently brushed the splintered wood from yesterday away from me.

Slowly as not to wake him I slid my palm under Arthur and put him next to Robin in a more comfortable position that wouldn’t strain his neck so much.

Before I could take my hand back though something latched onto my thumb and wouldn’t let go.

Robin had grabbed it in his sleep.

Damnit, now I couldn’t move.

Well I WAS ordered to rest anyway so I could deal with this for a couple of hours until everyone else woke up.

Before falling asleep again I tried to focus on the damage that was done on my insides and how bad it was now that Rikaad sewed it up.

It didn’t seem like it got any worse at least, and it had stopped hurting as much as it did before.

It was still aching of course but nowhere near as bad as at the start and thus a lot more manageable.

Reassured that I was now getting better, I fell back asleep with my hand still used as a pillow by Robin.

PREVIOUS / NEXT / OVERSIGHT

#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #soft vore #extreme cuddling #g/t story #g/t vore #v0re #sfw vore #Barmea #nsx vore

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shadowglens · 3 years ago

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86 for noa/kaidan? 🥺

86. "I love waking up next to you." || ~1000 words || READ ON AO3

Their bedroom smelt of petrichor and baby powder when Noa woke at 2am.

The bed shifted under her as she twisted towards the sound of Asher stirring, the static of rain against the roof thundering through the room. A soft blue glow washed over the bassinet shoved beside the bed and Noa smiled with a huff, despite the late hour and chill wind sweeping through the open window in the corner, at the writhing form of Asher in his swaddle.

She hadn’t been asleep anyway, had been lying staring at the ceiling while absently picking at an old, silvered scar that ran along the inside of her forearm. Kaidan was spread beside her, three quarters of their blankets draped over him after he’d tugged them from her during the night – a bona fide thief if she’d ever seen one. A crack of lightening had illuminated their little yard through the darkness, and Asher had woken, whether in spite of or with the storm she wasn’t sure.

“Come here, little man,” Noa whispered, gently lifting him into her arms. The angle was awkward enough that she once would have winced at the way her ribs caught but the injury was far enough in the past that it didn’t bother her anymore. Asher barely cracked open his eyes, instead scrunching his face in a way that looked almost painful as he squirmed in his swaddle again.

Shifting to sit back against their headboard with Asher cradled between her arms and knees was almost second nature at this point. He took to the bottle with little resistance, only a few gurgled cries echoing through the room before he realised what the object held before his face was. The little sharks on his swaddle glowed silver like her forearm every time lightning struck outside. The storm didn’t seem to bother Asher as much as it did his mother.

This routine, of waking and feeding and waking, was both foreign and familiar to Noa. The lack of sleep was an old friend to her, insomniac that she was, but the love and affection that soaked every moment of her existence that she shared with the bundle of wrinkles and gurgles and shark-printed pyjamas was an entirely new beast for her to tackle.

Never had she held anything as breakable and innocent as Asher. Her hands were meant for bearing weapons of mass destruction, for cradling the galaxy despite the way it burned – she worried, even now, that she would taint his pure skin with the blood stains and scorch marks on her palms. His tanned skin was so untouched by the world, his fingers so pure where they clutched at the bottle.

She could stare at him and his innocence forever. Her son. Her son. What a strange, wonderful concept.

“All good?”

Noa turned, careful not to jostle Asher from his ever-important task of eating, to see Kaidan staring up at her from his pillow. His hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, curls indignant against the humidity of the storm raging outside. The squint of his eyes was a near mirror of the face Asher had made mere moments before and Noa’s heart ached at the sight.

She just nodded at Kaidan, indulging in her still-warm heart by freeing a hand and brushing some curls from his face. “Morning.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, a lopsided smile stretching his jaw as he stared at her and Asher in turn. “Did the rain wake him?”

“I think his stomach did.”

Kaidan rolled onto his back, blankets tangling around his waist and legs as soft laughter bubbled up his throat. Noa smiled as he dragged a hand over his face, tousling the curls she’d just brushed aside. “Can’t blame him for that, I guess.”

Noa wiped at Asher’s lips with a cloth as he spat up excess formula. Even with his hands securely tucked against his small chest, she could feel him trying to settle back into a comfortable position against her thighs. In the twenty minutes it had taken for him to drink his fill, the cybernetic connection at her hip had begun to ache a little. She reminded herself to find a better position tomorrow night.

“There we go,” she muttered as she burped him, even if the process took longer because of his sleep-addled state. “Good job, little man.”

Asher was well and truly asleep by the time she leant over to place him back in his bassinet. His skin was so soft when she ran her thumb along his forehead, the inklings of dark hair starting to grow from his scalp. More lightening cracked, painting them in silver and blue. She could feel as Kaidan snaked a hand out to rub at the exposed scarring along her bare torso.

“Come here,” he mumbled, as sleep addled as their son.

Noa let him pull her back towards him on the bed, smiling through the gloom. “Kaidan . . .”

“Don’t Kaidan me. You are not getting out of this bed until the sun has risen.”

His threat was dampened by the way he couldn’t keep his eyes open. “That trick doesn’t work anymore, old man.”

“Yeah well, can’t blame me for trying.”

Noa shifted to lay on her back again, this time with Kaidan pressed against her side. He stared at her through half lidded eyes from his pillow. The rain continued to rattle against the roof, the sound of water splashing in Bruno’s likely-overflowing water bowl echoing in from the yard. Despite the early hour and miserable weather, Noa could already hear the tell-tale song of birds in the air.

A yawn cracked open Kaidan’s jaw. “Just try, for me? I like waking up to the sunrise and you.”

“No promises.”

Kaidan stretched to plant a kiss on her shoulder, apparently deciding he’d won. Her skin tingled with ozone and love. Asher gurgled in his sleep beside the bed, by far the loudest sleeper of the three of them, which was saying something considering the soft snores that had already started to slip from Kaidan. Noa tugged back a few sheets that he’d stolen earlier, stared at the ceiling, and resolved herself to at least try and get some more sleep before the sun started inching through the curtains or Asher stirred again.

She had a fair idea which would happen first.

Noa couldn’t find it in her battered, stitched-back-together heart to mind.

#writing tag #ch: noa shepard #noa x kaidan #mass effect #shepard x kaidan #shenko #villainthirst #f: shepard alenkos #ty so much for this prompt saskia!#this is like .... the most indulgent softest thing i have ever written #but i got to thinking about baby asher and domestic parents shenko and almost lost my mind #also ive barely edited this so sorry for any weird typos or errors

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wrenreid · 3 years ago

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Conflict of Interest

18+ content warning

Chapter Six: The Desk

This week blows by fairly speedy, nothing especially interesting happening. Dr. Reid couldn't make it to class Wednesday and Thursday because of a case.

Ever since last Wednesday, you've been thinking about Spencer more again. There weren't as many inappropriate images flashing through your head, but it was weird how often you thought about him.

"Well shit," you say out loud with a breath.

He asked you to come to class today, Friday, to help. But actually, it's not a bad idea. You need his help on an assignment for another class.

You email him back, agreeing to go in at 3pm.

You get dressed in a maroon blouse that dips down in a v neckline, black jeans, and white high tops. On Fridays, you guys are allowed to wear whatever you please as long as it's 'appropriate'- basically meaning don’t have your tits, ass, or coochie out: you know the fun parts…. all jokes.

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"Sorry to ask you to come in on your day off class."

"It's no problem, I actually need your help with something when we're done."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, can you review my paper for Psych?"

Spencer nods, "Yeah of course."

You give him a thankful smile and he gets to work on grading, you occasionally helping him with whatever he needs.

"Okay, the paper?"

"Yep," you walk over to his desk and set your lap top in front of him.

"You can take a seat," he motions for you sit down somewhere.

You shrug and just lean against his desk, facing the white board on the north wall. "Nah I'm fine."

He reads your paper quickly, reading it more than once to make sure for any errors.

"Okay, right here, I would say something along of the lines of..." Reid moves your lap top so you can see it.

You squint, looking down at it on his desk. It's hard to see, so you pick it up and set the laptop on your lap, sitting down on his desk fully. "Wait where?"

Spencer stands up and points to the sentence on your screen. You're suddenly aware of how close he is to you, just inches away.

You swallow roughly, "Thanks." You type away, fixing the sentence. "What else?"

He bends over a little and scrolls to the third page after you scoot the laptop to where he has a better angle. His hands are technically on your lap. Well, they're on the laptop, but the laptop is on your lap. You can't help but see his hands, the veins, the length, the size. Mans must have a big di- You stop the thought.

He leans back away from you, realizing how close you are. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No it's okay," you say, heart racing just a little faster, breath slight unsteady.

Spencer nods, giving you an awkward, all lip smile. He points to your screen again, showing you a typo.

"God, you are so hot."

Your eyes feel like they're popping out of the sockets and bite your lip to shut yourself up.

"What?"

"I um... didn't say anything," you say, slamming your computer and shoving it in your bag. You drop the bag to the floor. "Shit..."

"You did say something though."

"Nope. No I didn't. Well, I did, but I didn't mean to say it out loud because who just tells their professor they're hot? Me apparently, which is so weird. I'm so sor-"

Your apology is silenced by lips crashing onto yours and large hands holding either side of your face. It takes a moment of shock, but you eventually relax into the kiss, lips moving on Spencer's slowly. Your hands move from the desk you're resting on to his arms.

You run your tongue along the seam of his lips, and he grants you permission to slide it in. Eventually, the kiss is faster, both of your tongues fighting for dominance against each others. Reid's hips rest against the desk, in between your legs.

He pulls away reluctantly. "I'm so sorry, that was-"

"Don't be sorry, I kinda liked it. Okay, I definitely liked it," you breathe, twiddling your lip in between your teeth, looking up at him. You knew he was incredibly attractive, but up close, he's even more so. He's beautiful. Soft brown eyes look down into yours, hints of guilt and lust laced in his irises.

You press your forehead to his before connecting your lips again, pulling him closer by the neck. Reid pulls away again after about a minute.

"This is wrong, I'm your teacher."

"You're acting like I'm a high school student. I'm 25." You still look up at him, playing with your hands while they rest in your lap.

He leans in a little bit closer, so close to giving into temptation... he's hesitant.

"I won't tell anyone," you say softly, then pull him in further by his tie. You lean forward and whisper in Spencer's ear. "It'll be our little secret."

Your words draw a low groan from his throat, he likes the sound of it. He pulls back to look into your eyes before kissing you again. Reid's hands rest on your thighs as he leans into you, kissing you deeply.

After some time, his lips trail down to your neck, sucking softly at your skin. A soft moan releases from your lips into his ear. This causes him to suck rougher.

Spencer's hands trail up your thighs further. You nibble on his ear gently then whisper. "Please. I need..." You feel the heat between your thighs grow, desperately begging for friction.

"What do you need?" He whispers against your neck, hands moving up to unbutton your top.

His raspy words alone are enough to make you gasp softly, biting your lip again. "Touch me," you whine.

"What's the magic word, sweetheart?"

"Please."

You feel him grin against your neck as his hands get your shirt fully unbuttoned, revealing your black bra. He pulls away to take a look at you, a smirk on his lips before he connects them to the top of your breast. Your hands tangle into his soft brown hair, tugging on it as he sucks your tit gently.

You reach down and begin undoing your jean buttons. You shimmy out of them while he continues kissing your body.

Spencer's lips trail back up to yours. A moan noises from your mouth as his fingers begin to rub you over your underwear. Your hands grip the edge his desk on either side of you.

"Fuck," you breathe when he slips his hand other the fabric and rubs your bare clit.

"You're so wet," he smiles, resting his forehead against yours.

His middle fingers rub in slow circles at first until they speed up. Spencer begins rubbing you quickly, causing your breathing to quicken even more. Your heart slams against your rib cage, soft moans releasing from your lips as he works on your center.

"That feels so good," you whine.

He continues for a moment before slipping two fingers inside you. Your grip on the desk tightens as he starts to pump his long fingers.

As Spencer brings you to your finish, you clenching around his fingers. Your forehead rests against his as you try to slow your breathing.

"You did so good," you tell him.

Spencer looks as though he’s going to say something, a soft grin on his face. It disappears. He wipes his hand off and looks down. "Holy shit."

You nod. "Yeah. Holy shit. That was-"

"Unprofessional and wrong. You should go."

"What?"

"Go. Please." He backs up.

You give him a look of confusion and disappointment then hop off his desk. "Fine." You try to regain your composer and pull your jeans back up and your top back on. You grab your bag and bump his shoulder as you leave the room. The aftermath of the high and complete embarrassment threaten to make your eyes a waterfall.

What. The. Fuck.

chapter seven

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